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You've Been Mean, Ignoring Her Like That!

Word Count: 5.7k

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader x Javy "Coyote" Machado

Summary: “I've just been feeling a little lonely. It’s been a long week and all I really wanted to do was go home and curl up in bed with you two. Then I get here, and Jake has basically ignores me for a fucking pool game!”

Or, you really needs some attention from her two favorite boys after a long, stressful week. Javy takes one look at you, and notices something is off. Jake, not so much.

Warnings: PIV, Threesome, Butt Plugs, Drinking, Dom/Sub Dynamics

If you were being honest, the very last thing that you wanted to do was go out tonight.

It had been a long day, and an even shittier week. Your arms still hadn’t recovered from the pushups, and neither had your pride, as you had failed to run a clean course yet.

So yeah, the last thing you wanted to do was go out tonight. What you really wanted to do was go home and be in bed with your boys. So when Jake met you on the tarmac, lips meeting your forehead before asking if you wanted to meet everyone else at the Hard Deck, you told him that you wanted to go home. Then he pulled that pouty face and you were gone.

So an hour later, you were parking your car in the parking lot, head already throbbing from the music pumping out of the bar. Phoenix was the first one to greet you when you got inside, handing you one of the many beers she was bringing back. As usual, your group had taken up the back corner with the pool table. Jake was next to Fanboy, stick in hand, attention on the game.

Grabbing another beer for him, you walk around the table, greeting Bob and Fanboy, who seemed to be in a spirited conversation, probably about a movie. Wrapping your arm around Jakes waist, you hand him his beer.

“Thanks sweetheart.”

And then he was moving around the table, lining up his next shot. No hello, no kiss, no you look nice tonight. Nothing. Fanboy glances from Jake back to you, eyebrows raised.

“Hey Casper, you look good tonight!”

“Why thank you Fanboy, you look mighty fine yourself!”

And this gets Hangman’s attention, his eyes darting to his friend before narrowing. Before he could say anything, Payback knocked his last ball into the corner pocket. “Your going down Seresin!” And just like that, his attention was back on the game.

The past few days had been rough for more reasons then the training. You had a dangerous job, you knew that. But never before had it been so blatantly shoved in your face. What was worse was the fact that it wasn’t just your life that was on the line. Some of the closest people in your life were here, in this squadron, and you had absolutely no idea who would be flying the mission, let alone making it back.

So now more then ever you needed your boys. And it seemed like they had never needed you less. Physical affection had all but stopped over the last few days. By the time you got home at night, you were to tired to do anything but fall into bed.

But honestly the most intimacy you had experienced all week had been the brief interaction earlier on the tarmac. And you weren’t doing well.

Arms wrapping around your waist startled you out of your thoughts.

“Hey Cas!” Rooster laughed as you jumped, turning in his arms and sinking into the hug, loving the physical contact.

Bradley had been your next door neighbor until you had moved your sophomore year in high school. After reconnecting at UVA, the two of you were inseparable, and he was one of your best friends.

“Look at me, finally sneaking up on you for once.” You had been graced with the call sign Casper after you had repeatedly scared your fellow classmates, because apparently you just showed up out of nowhere all the time like a ghost, consequently, scaring people.

“You good Cas?” Rooster asked, pulling back slightly to look down at you.

“Yeah Roos, I’m all good.” And reluctantly, you stepped out of the hug, immediately missing the warmth.

“Good, cause Hangman’s staring daggers.”

“Mm, I’m sure he is.” You muttered under your breath. Rooster shot you a look, but you just waved him away. You turn at your boyfriends gloating, having just won the game, positive that now, he would start to pay you some attention. He was the only reason you were here tonight. Instead, he turned to Fanboy and Bob.

“Y’all want a turn to try and beat the master?”

Half an hour later, you were tucked under Phoenix’s arm, well on your way to finishing your third g&t. You had drained your beer right after Jake had challenged the two WSO’s to another game, and made a beeline to the bar for your drink of choice.

So now, you were pleasantly buzzed, and very much enjoying your time with the pretty pilot. The two of you had been talking quietly in the corner ever since you had come back from the bar. Phoenix knew you were a very physical person, so she didn’t hesitate to lift her arm, and you didn’t hesitate to tuck yourself into her side.

A long time ago, you and Phoenix had messed around, before deciding you were better off as friends. And she was an amazing friend. You would do anything for this woman, and her for you. You were halfway through telling her about what had been happening this week when Coyote walked in. You watched as his eyes scanned over the group, positive that you were going to be skipped over once again.

You watched him find Jake first, eyebrows furrowing as he continued to look around, presumably for you. Pulling Phoenix’s arm a little tighter around yourself, she squeezed at your shoulder, letting you know that she had you.

“Hey Baby, Phoenix! How are my two favorite pilots doing tonight!” He asked, sliding into the booth next to you and opening his arms wide. With another squeeze, Phoenix unwrapped her arm, pushing you slightly towards Javy.

“Cas,” He whispered as he pulled you onto his lap, his lips meeting your forehead. “Whats wrong baby? Why were you all wrapped around Nix?” You smiled into the crook of his neck. He hadn’t even been here for five minutes and he already knew something was up.

Gently, he pulled you back from him, tilting your chin so that you would look him in the eye.

“Love, what’s wrong?” He said, his tone firm.

“Just… It’s stupid.” You huff, glancing at Jake, still wrapped up in his game. You felt Phoenix slide out from the booth, giving the two of you some privacy as Javy shakes his head.

“No Baby, it isn’t. Just gotta tell me and I’ll fix it. Promise!”

“Just feeling a little lonely. It’s been a long week and all I really wanted to do was go home and curl up in bed with you two. Then I get here, and Jake has basically ignores me for a fucking pool game!” You spit out, watching as Javys face falls.

“Love, I!” Now you cut him off. “It’s not your fault, we have all been busy and exhausted lately!”

“But still, I should have seen that…” You shake your head. “No Javy, it’s not your fault. I am an adult, and am fully capable of asking for what I need. I haven’t done that, but it also hasn’t really bothered me that much until tonight. So stop playing the blame game. Besides, if anyone needs to apologize, it’s Jake!”

Javy just nods and kisses your forehead, tightening his grip as the entire group returns to the table. You feel Jake take Phoenix’s spot, his smile wide as he sips on his beer.

“Hey man, when did you get here?” He asks, throwing his arm around the two of you.

“You fucking kidding me man?” Coyote whispers, his eyes narrowing.

“Javy Baby, can we please just leave? Wanna go home.” You whisper as you feel the attention of the squad shift to the three of you.

“Yeah love, we can go. You settled with Penny?” He asks sliding you off of him. You nod as you slide out of the booth, and Jake moves to follow you.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay and play another game, Hangman?” You say, tone sickly sweet. Jake just shakes his head, completely unaware that he had done anything wrong. “Nah babe, lets go home.” You narrow your eyes at him, stepping back into Javy as Jake reaches for you.

“No, I think you should stay. Wouldn’t want anyone missing out on a game with the master!” You hear Rooster suck in a breath, as Payback tries and fails to pass off his laugh as a cough into his beer bottle.

“Babe, what…” But you are already tugging Javy out of the bar, nodding to Penny as you go.

Javys hand was dangerously high on your thigh, thumb stroking circles into the sensitive skin just below where you wanted him.

“Please!” You beg, but he just laughs, shaking his head and taking your hand in his, placing a kiss on your knuckles. “Patience love. Just a few more minutes.” Then his hand is back in its place, thumb picking up the circles again.

By the time the two of you pull into the driveway, you are soaked, and he hasn’t even done anything. Your hands shake as you reach for the door before it is pulled open by the man himself. He reaches for your hips, helping you out of the car before shoving you onto the side and wedging his thigh between your hips. His lips fall on your neck, licking and nibbling as you grind down on him.

The two of you are only broken out of your trance by a pair of familiar headlights turning onto your street. Taking Coytotes hand, you lead him inside, locking the door behind the two of you just to be petty.

The two of you chuckle as you hear Jake curse, and then the jingling of keys. And then you aren’t thinking about Jake anymore as Javy picks you up, carrying you to the couch, gently setting you down. His thigh once more finds it’s place between your legs, only this time, he brings his mouth to yours.

“The hell was that, huh?” Jake says, slamming the door behind him. You sigh, and Javys head drops down besides yours.

“You’ve been mean Jake!” Coyote spits as he sits up, tugging you onto his lap before positioning you so that you face towards Jake.

“We’ve both been mean actually, ignoring our girl like we have been. But you’ve been extra mean tonight. Not acknowledging her, choosing to play pool instead of hanging out with princess.” Javy pauses to press a kiss to your neck.

A look of understanding flashes over Jakes face, his eyes darting between you and Javy.

“Love, why didn’t you say something!”

“Is that supposed to be an apology Jake?” Javy scoffs.

“Fuck off Javy!” And you can feel him smirking into your neck as Jake walks towards the two of you, dropping to his knees.

“I really am sorry princess. For not seeing that you needed us, but especially for tonight. I didn’t mean to ignore you, but that’s not an excuse.” Behind you, Javy shakes his head, planting kisses up the side of your neck as his hands drop to your thighs, spreading them for Jake.

“Gonna make it up to you princess! He says, planting warm, open mouth kisses up your thigh. You head drops back onto Javys shoulder. “Love you so much, my good girl!” He says as he nears your center, before switching to the other thigh. You let out a whine as Javy huffs, using his booted foot to push Jake off you before sliding your shorts down your legs.

Both men let out a groan as they see their favorite piece of red lacy underwear.

“You really were desperate, huh sweet girl?” Javy whispers into your ear. Pushing his foot more, he knocks Jake back onto his ass. “And to think, you got all dressed up for him, for me, only for Hangman to hang you out to dry.”

Javys hand sneaks down into your panties, light touches ghosting over your hole before sliding his way up to your clit, where he presses down. Hard. You shudder, pushing yourself further back into Javy, feeling his cock hard against your back.

With his free hand, Javy motions for Jake, and as soon as he is close enough, fists his hand in the mans hair. Taking his hand out of your panties and holding it up, it glistens in the dim light of the living room.

“What do you think baby, you think Jakey deserves a taste?” Jake glares at Javy before reaching for you again, only to be pushed back once more.

“Baby?” Javy prompts, nudging your shoulder with his nose. No, you really didn’t think that Jake deserved a taste, but more then anything, you wanted to see that man swallow Coyotes fingers. Leaning up, you whisper in Javys ear, keeping an eye on Jake the whole time.

“Choke him with em. Then I want to choke on you while he watches.” This earns you a chuckle from Javy as he dips down to capture your lips, quickly getting lost in the man.

It is Javy that breaks away, evil smirk on his face as he gives you one more peck before turning his attention back to Jake.

"She is much nicer then I am. I wouldn’t have let you have anything!” He says, using the hand still fisted in Jakes hair to guide him onto his fingers. He lets Jake suck on them for a few seconds, and you watch as Jakes eyes flutter shut, before Javy shoves them further into his mouth. Jakes eyes fly open, immediately locking onto you, grinding back onto Coyote.

Jake tries to pull back, but Javy won’t let him, continuing to thrust his fingers further down Jakes throat.

“C’mon Jake, I know you can take them further then that!” Coyote brings his foot down from Jakes chest to start nudging at the bulge in the man’s pants. Jake groans, eyes shooting up from your hips to your eyes as he moves his head forward on Coyotes fingers, letting out a soft moan as he does.

As soon as he see’s that Jake is enjoying it, Javy rips his hand from his mouth, shoving Jake’s face forward and into your pussy. You shudder as Jakes warm breath fans out over your pussy, and you don’t know whether to grind yourself forwards onto Jakes face of backwards onto Javys cock.

Javy makes that decision for you, because as soon as Jakes tounge makes contact with the soaked fabric of your panties, he is wrenched away.

“Go sit in the chair!” Jake shakes his head, his glazed eyes shooting to yours. “Did I fucking stutter Jake. You think you just get my fingers shoved down your throat and that’s your punishment.” Javy chuckles as Jakes face falls.

“No, you are gonna watch her suck my dick like the good girl that she is, and you are gonna wish you were me. And them I’m gonna fuck our little princess until she is begging me to stop. Then, your gonna watch as my cum drips out of her tight little hole, and your gonna clean every single last drop. And you don’t get to cum once.”

This rips a whine out of Jake, and he lurches forward, arms reached out for you. “Please princess, let me.” But you just shake your head. He had ignored you tonight. So now you would ignore him.

“Chair Jake, now!” And Jake, seeing that he had clearly lost, sulked over to the chair as Javy turned his attention to you. His hands ghost up your sides turns you so you’re facing him. Smiling as he takes the shirt off of you and see’s the matching bra.

“So pretty for us baby!” He whispers as he unhooks the bra, ducking down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. Now you were straddling one of his thighs, grinding down onto him, pausing when the other surprise you had prepared for your boys catching as you slide back. Letting out a hitched breath, you grind down harder, trying to get more stimulation.

This, Javy notices, lifting his mouth from your nipple and narrowing his eyes. “What was that baby?” You smile as you take one of his hands, lifting yourself up as you guide him under your panties to the plug. His eyes widen, and he taps it once, twice, three times as you melt against him, pure pleasure running through your body.

“Oh Jake, you messed up. Messed up big time!” A twist of the plug in your ass has you jolting against him while pushing back onto his hand, trying to get him to keep going.

“But it worked out well for me!” Javy gloats as he pulls his hand out of your panties. You whine, moving to chase his hand, but both settle on your hips, stilling you.

“Shh baby, it’s okay. Just gonna show Jake what he missed out on real quick.” You nod, still not happy about the loss of touch, and tuck your head into his neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the warm skin there.

You feel it as Javy begins to pull your panties down, lifting up so he can slide them down before throwing them across the room at Jake. You chuckle as you hear Jake groan, but it’s cut of as Javy grips the plug, pulling it almost all the way out before shoving it back in. You nip at his neck, a silent warning to stop teasing you, but Javy just laughs.

“Yeah man, you really fucked up. But your loss is my gain.” And then Coyote is lifting you once more off of his lap. You whine before he sets you down on the floor, taking your face in his hands. “You asked for this, remember?” Nodding, you sink back onto your heels, hands reaching for his belt. He chuckles as he watches your hands shake, before grabbing them, planting a kiss on each, before undoing his pants for you. Gripping the sides, you pull, leaving him in a pair of grey boxer shorts, the head of his cock peeking out from behind the band.

Sitting up, you bury your face in between his thighs, placing wet open mouth kisses onto the cotton material. Once you reach the top, your tongue dips into the slit at the head, and Javy moans, his head falling back to rest on the couch as a hand rake through your hair, much like he had with Jake.

You continue lapping at the tip, wanting to see how long he would last before he snapped. His head comes off the back of the couch before he tugs on your hair.

“Don’t tease me baby!” He warns, foot nudging the plug even deeper into your ass. You nod, placing one last kiss to the tip before pulling your head back and his underwear down. Grabbing his cock, you lick up one of the veins running down the side before hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard on the tip.

Before Jake and Javy, sucking dick wasn’t something you particularly enjoyed. But then again, no one that you had been with had ever really taken the time to make it enjoyable. But your boys, with their pretty noises and even prettier cocks, yeah, you could spend all day with your mouth full.

“You still want to choke on my big cock princess?” You moaned, dipping your head down to take more of him in your mouth. The hand on your head pushes down, forcing you to take more. As the head hits the back of your throat, you choke, tears streaming down your face, and behind you, you can hear Jake shifting in his chair.

“Uh uh buddy boy. Hands off. This is a punishment, remember, for being so mean to Princess.” Javy taunts, beginning to thrust his hips a little. Jake whines, and you can practically see him in your minds eye. Hips thrusting up into nothing, hands gripping the sides of the chair so hard his knuckles are turning white.

Javy is fucking your throat in earnest now, spit and pre cum dripping down your chin, mixing in with the tears sliding down your face. “Yeah love, that’s a good girl. Taking my cock so well, letting me fuck you, making Jakey boy watch!” With his words, you feel him nudging the plug, tearing a whine from you. You watch as Javy shutters, his eyes falling close and fist tightening in your hair. He holds your head, hips stilling before his eyes blink open, and he slowly guides you off his cock.

“Wanna come in my pussy tonight, not your mouth!” He says as he picks you up off of the floor.

You look at Jake, who is just as debauched as you had pictured him. His pants tented, hands gripping the arms of the chair, and eyes glazed over. “Well, are you coming or not Seresin?”

You had never seen Jake move so fast, practically leaping out of the chair and towards the two of you. Javy threw open the door to your room, before gently setting you on the bed. Jake had moved to sit down next to you, but Javy got his arm.

“You ain’t done yet. Don’t you remember what I said earlier. I’m gonna fuck her, your gonna watch. Chair. Now!” His tone sent a shiver through you. Normally Jake was the one who took the lead, so watching Javy boss Jake around, knowing that he was essentially doing it for you, turned you the fuck on.

With one last glance at you, Jake turned towards the chair, Javy turning his attention back to you.

“Against the headboard love.” Scrambling backwards, you splayed your legs out, already knowing what he wanted without him having to say it. “Good girl!” He smirked, crawling up between your legs. And then, he was on you tongue flicking around your hole as his hand came up to play with the plug in your ass. You screamed as he began his assault on your clit while he began fucking the plug in and out of you.

You weren’t ashamed to say that you had gotten plenty wet during his blowjob. Something about the drag of his cock, the taste of him, just made you want him all the more. Your hips lurched up as he slammed the plug back home, his other hand pressing down on your stomach, all while sucking on your clit.

Your hands tightened on the bedsheets, and if you were able to form a single coherent thought then you would have been worried about tearing holes in the sheets. Then, your eyes met with Jakes, his hands having left the arms of the chair, and were now palming his cock through his pants. When he made eye contact with you, you groaned at the look in his eyes. He was barely restraining himself.

Then, Javy paused, as if able to sense that your attention was no longer fully on him, before turning and catching Jake touching himself. You whined at the loss, Javy pressing a kiss to your inner thigh as he shushed you. “I’ll be right back Princess. Just gimme one sec, gotta sort Jakey out.

And then he was gone, stalking over to Jake who had frozen.

“I thought I told you not to touch!” Javy growled, his hand wrapping around Jakes throat.

Jakes eyes fluttered shut under Javys grip, which surprised both of you. You watched as Javy shuttered, shocked by his submission, and then, Javy was kissing him. Nothing sweet like he had given you earlier. No, this was anything but the gentle, tender kisses. This was consuming. Jake thrusted up again, a pitiful little whimper torn from his throat. And it was to much, seeing Jake so needy and Javy so in control, that you really couldn’t help your hand sneaking down to your pussy.

Circling your clit, you watched your two boys go at each other, content just to watch them like this. And then, Jake reached out to palm Javy, and Javy renched himself backwards, away from Jake. “No, no touching. Me, or yourself!” He took a deep breath, reaching down and guiding Jakes hands back to the arms of the chair.

“If these move one more time, then you don’t get to touch Princess tonight, and you certainly won’t be able to touch yourself. So, don’t, fucking, move!” Jake nodded, his eyes darting from Coyote to you, and then back to Coyote before he did a double take, finally noticing your fingers thrusting in and out of yourself.

Javy noticed his distraction, turning to look at you, a smile spreading across his face as he made his way back towards the bed.

“Did you like that pretty girl, seeing Jake all needy like you?” You nodded, moving your thumb even faster across your clit.

“Yeah, I bet you did. You’ve been so good tonight. So fucking good, so I’m gonna give you a choice, you want to come on my tongue or on my cock?” He asked, batting your hand away and resuming your motions with his own.

Arching your back, you whined, words being hard to formulate, and Javy knew this. “Come on baby, just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you!” He pressed down a little harder on your clit, his middle finger circling your hole, then, without warning, he pushed two of them in. The words were practically punched out of you. “Your dick Daddy, want your dick!”

Javy nodded, pressing further into you. “Yeah, you want Daddy’s dick, then you gotta cum first. Then you can have it!” And with his fingers pressed right up against your g spot and thumb circling your clit, you shattered around him, back arching off of the bed as white hot pleasure seared through you.

“Daddy!” You screamed!

He continued to circle your clit, working you through your orgasm, before you gently pushed him off of you.

“Good girl baby, such a good girl for me. For us!” He whispered, leaning down, pressing his lips to the tip of your nose, your cheeks, your eyelids, before finally bringing his lips to yours.

The two of you kissed for a few minutes as you came down, before you started grinding on him again. “Want your dick Daddy! Please!” You whined.

“Shh baby, don’t gotta whine. I’ll give it to you! Just gotta take the plug out!”

“No!” You shout, clenching down around the plug. “Wanna leave it in!” Javys eyes widen, glancing down before meeting your eyes again. “Baby, you sure?” You nod vigorously, reaching for his cock. He chuckles as he bats your hand away, lining himself up.

You groan as the tip pushes into you. The three of you had played a little with double penetration before, but it was mainly just a finger up the ass after someone was already inside of you. The plugs were never in at the same time someone else was. Even with just a little, you felt full already.

Wrapping your legs around Javys waist, you tried to encourage him to go a little faster.

“Gotta be patient baby.” He chuckled, but you just shook your head. You didn’t want to adjust, you wanted to feel it, feel him, for days.

“Please, please move!” You begged as you ground yourself against him. He stilled completely as he really looked at you. And you don’t know what he saw on your face, but he nodded, and then slammed into you.

You screamed as you felt him bottom out, and he groaned. “So goddamned tight with that plug. Feel so fucking good baby? You feel good?” He asked. You just nodded frantically, clawing down his back as he continued to thrust in and out.

And then, he hit that spot inside you that made you see stars, and you lost it. Squeezing your legs, trying to get him to go deeper, grinding up against him in an attempt to get some friction. Javy didn’t even have to be asked, one of his hands dropping to your clit.

You felt another orgasm fast approaching, and you opened your mouth to warn him, but all that came out was a moan.

“I know sweet girl. Just fucked you dumb haven’t I! Can’t even speak to tell me that she’s gonna cum!” As he thrust back in, hitting that sweet spot again, the coil in your stomach snapped, and you clenched down around both Javy and the plug. Stars swept across your vision, ears ringing, and you were absolutely lost to the worlds. Distantly, you felt Javy’s hips stuttering, and then warmth coating your insides, setting off another mini orgasm.

When you came back down, Javys thumb was rubbing soft circles around your clit, but he was soft inside of you, peppering kisses around your face. “What a good girl, so pretty, so good!” And you practically preened upon hearing his praise, your eyes fluttering open to find Javy smiling down at you.

“Hey there pretty girl. How you feeling?” You just smiled in response, making Javy grin even harder. “That good huh?” Gently, he pulls out of you, and you whimper at the empty feeling. He just shushes you, pulling you up so that he is leaning back against the headboard and you are leaning against his chest facing Jake.

“You remember the last part of the deal?” He whispered, spreading your legs, scooping up the cum that had slipped out and pushing it back into you.

Nodding furiously, you ground against his hand as he chuckled.

“Are you ready for Jake now baby?” At this, you lock eyes with Jake, who is literally sitting on the edge of the chair, eyes locked on your weepy cunt.

“Baby?” Javy nudges you. “Jake?” You nod, and Jake launches himself out of the chair and onto the bed, diving in between your legs.

You jolt as he thrusts his tongue into you, lips suctioning around your hole, and then sucks. Hard. You aren’t sure who moans louder, you as your grind up onto Jakes face, or Jake as he grips your thighs and pulls you closer, tongue lapping at the cum dripping out of you.

Your head falls back onto Javys shoulder, and he begins planting kisses down your neck as he threads his hands through Jakes messy hair.

Jake groans into you as Javys fingers tighten around his golden strands, the other hand pressing down on your stomach, pushing out more of his cum into Jakes mouth. Jake sucks even harder, his hands tightening on your thigh, and you knew that you would have bruises tomorrow. And that’s exactly what you wanted.

Grinding down onto Jakes face, your hand slips from Javys forearm to circle your clit. And this time it’s Jake that’s moving your hand away and replacing it with his own as he continues to lap at the mixture of you and Coyote.

And it feels so fucking good, knowing that Jake is just as hungry for the two of you as you are for him. So you find yourself nipping at Javys ear to get his attention.

“I know that we are supposed to be punishing him, but I want his cock. Can I have it, pretty please!”

And Javy grins, having known that there was no way that Jake wouldn’t end up inside of you by the end of the night.

The hand in Jake’s hair wrenches the man back, and the whine that leaves his lips as he is torn from your pussy has another gush of slick coating your thighs.

“If it were me, I would be content with you just getting her off again with that damn mouth of yours, but tonight, what princess wants, princess gets, and right now, she wants your dick!” Jakes eyes finally leave your pussy and dart to yours, pupils blown wide with lust.

You nod your head, already anticipating how good he is going to feel inside of you.

“You just gonna sit there and eye fuck her all night Seresin, or are you actually going to do something?” And that sets Jake off, hands moving frantically to get his clothes off. His shirt hasn’t even settled on the floor before his hands are reaching for his belt, pulling his pants and boxers off in one smooth go.

As he lines up with your, he ducks down to capture your lips for the first time all night.

“Love you so much my sweet girl! And I really am sorry. About everything!” You just nod. “I know Jake. And I love you to! So much! But I swear to god, if you don’t get inside me withing the next five seconds!”

You don’t even get to finish your sentence before he is slamming inside of you, thick cock stretching you out so good.

“Damn Javy, you were right, she is goddamned tight with the plug in!” You can feel Javy smirking against your neck, as Jake continues pounding into you.

“Feel so good Princess!” Jake moans, his head dropping to look at where the two of you are connected. “Don’t think I’m gonna last long!” He warns. And honestly, neither were you, having been thoroughly worked over long before Jake slid into you.

As he tilts his hips and finds the spot only him and Javy have been able to find, you explode once more, this orgasm much more intense then the ones before, having you blacking out.

When you come back down, Jake is moving slowly, gently gliding in and out, working you down.

“Goddamn Baby, I think that was the hottest thing ever, seeing you squirt on my dick!”

Once again, you whimper as he pulls out of you, Javys hand moving up and down your arms as Jake flops down besides the two of you. Javy presses a kiss to your forehead, before leaning down and doing the same to Jake. Easing out from underneath you, he hands you off to Jake as he pushes himself off the bed, walking into the bathroom.

Jake wraps himself around you, tucking you into him, nudging your ear to get your attention. “Next time, please tell us when you need something baby! You know I love helping out with all your problems!” You smile as you practically hear the smirk in his words.

“I love you, Jake!”

“I love you to Princess!”

“I love you, Javy!” You say as he walks out of the bathroom, stealing you from Jake, and picking you up to move you to the shower.

“I love you more baby!”

Notes: This is a repost because I accidentally deleted my old blog, winterrebel04. Yes, this is one of the worst days of my life and caused me to go into a full mental breakdown... anyways

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top gun threesomeissance 2023 masterlist

wow y'all!!! i'm so sorry for how late this is but you guys blew me away with each of these pieces. thank you to everyone who wrote, read, reblogged, liked, commented, and just in general encouraged their friends to write. so much love, and i hope everyone enjoyed!! now, in no particular order...... the masterlist:

bradley, jake, x f!reader

Up the Ante - @sometimesanalice Rooster had heard the whispers. He knew what the stories were about- the ones that had followed him and Hangman around for years. You, however, are more than happy to find out for yourself if all the rumors were true.

jake, f!reader, x f!reader's friend

You and Me and She Makes Three - @roosterforme Jake had feelings for you. And that was a problem, because he didn't do relationships. He was going to have to choose his independence over being with you. At least that's what he thought until he was presented with the opportunity to enjoy you and his freedom at the same time.

bob, jake, x reader

three tender lovers - @sebsxphia bob proposes a solution to jake’s remarks to the marks on bob’s back. all three of you find resolution and something else. love.

(im)Patiently Waiting - @callsign-cacti You and Bob have been dancing around one another for years. Now, with Jake and Bob eyeing each other, you have a plan. Hopefully, it ends with both of them in your bed... or any bed.

mickey, bob, x f!reader

Two Turns Into Three - @foreverrandomwritings You and your boyfriend Fanboy propostion your close friend Bob with a threesome request.

javy, bradley, x f!reader

Merrier the More - @sylviebell Jake strikes out at the bar, but you hit a couple of home runs

javy, natasha, x reader

The Last Unicorn - @thedroneranger Getting caught between Natasha and Javy leads to a unique experience.

javy, mickey, x f!plus size!reader

"It was always gonna end this way" - @briseisgone [no author written summary but!] smut, polyamory, boys being bisexual boys, and a whole lotta fun

beau, jake, x f!reader

The Magic Number - @wkndwlff Beau and his fiancé discover the magic of threes.

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bradshawsbitch · 1 year

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𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 - 𝐟𝐞𝐛

here is a list of all of the fics I read, loved and reblogged in february for the daggers reblog challenge, please read each individual warning for these fics as some of these are 18+ (you shouldn’t be following me if you’re not over 18…. but still….)

this month it is evident from my color coding that I went on bradley renaissance! love my warm himbo husband 🫶🏻 thank you all for writing amazing fics 🥹💕

arts and crafts - bob x little!reader - @sebsxphia

like I can (pt 1) (p3)- bradley x reader - @sometimesanalice

hello, i love you - bradley x reader - @roosterforme

savor - bradley x reader - @dameronscopilot

morning person - goose x reader - @jupitercomet

remember you even when i don't (5) (6) - bradley x reader - @beyondthesefourwalls

a love you don't find every day 3 - bradley x reader - @/roosterforme

old habits die hard 10 + 13- bradley x reader - @/roosterforme

flowers in november (all 4 parts) - rhett x reader - @delopsia

sanctuary - rhett x reader - @ghxst-heart

the best me has his arms around you - jake x reader - @theharddeck

hotel el royale - miles miller x reader - @astraldelights

alice down the rabbit hole - bob x reader - @/jupitercomet

ptolemaea. | god knows i tried. - rhett x reader - @/sebsxphia

talk with my hands, maybe take it real slow - jake x reader - @/theharddeck

the kind of girl i could love - bob x reader - @/roosterforme

wayfaring stranger 0.2 - rhett x reader - @sunlightmurdock

someone to love me - rhett x reader - @callsign-cacti

dona nobis pacem - rhett x reader - @lt-bradshaw

better girls - goose x reader - @/jupitercomet

living with ghosts - bradley x reader - @/jupitercomet

voulez-vous 1 + 2 - bradley x reader - @roosterbruiser

call it what you want - rhett x reader - @rhettabbotts

what we express - bob x reader - @mothdruid

corrupt preacher!rhett - rhett x reader - @hangmanapologist

26. do i wanna know? - bradley x reader - @topguncortez

27. take it - rhett x reader - @/rhettabbotts

28. how to train your cowboy - rhett x reader - @/delopsia

29. bad habit - jake x reader - @villainvindicator

30. airplane mode 1 - bradley x reader - @/roosterforme

31. love you for real - goose x reader - @/jupitercomet

32. batting practice part 1 - bradley x reader - @/roosterforme

33. selfish - rhett x reader - @/dameronscopilot

34. before the devil comes for you 3 - bob x reader - @/lt-bradshaw

35. when the lies catch up - bob x reader - @/jupitercomet

36. the nightlight - bradley x reader - @/jupitercomet

#tgm fic recs #daggers reblog challenge #fic rec masterlist #bradley bradshaw x reader #jake seresin x reader #rhett abbott x reader #bob floyd x reader #miles miller x reader #nick goose bradshaw x reader #alex ficrec masters

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anurst · 1 year

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Tag! You're it!

Rules: tag nine people you wanna get to know better :D

A big thank you to @callsign-cacti and @gizmodear (im so sorry giz your tag got lost in all my notifis T-T)

Last song: Shut up My Moms Calling by Hotel Ugly

Last Show: Moon Knight

Currently Watching: Big Sky, Law and Order: SVU

Currently Reading: Nothing? I honestly cant remember

Current Obsessions: The Boys, Karl Urban, Glen Powell, COD: MW 2, Jensen Ackles, Top Gun: Maverick, South Park (clips keep popping up on my fyp), Marvel (im getting back into my marvel phase)

No Pressure Tags: @madkill44 @topguncortez @hypatia93 @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @deaddumblbumble @fandom-chic @call-sign-shark @geminiwritten @lieutenantfloyd

#tag game #tagging game

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crazyk-imagine · 2 years

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Fic Recs

Top Gun + Top Gun: Maverick

Fics

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky

Head in the clouds // I get a kick out of you by @callsign-dragonbaron

Iceman Masterlist by @youlightmeupfinn

Risky business by @hotgirlmav

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Falling In and Out of Love by @youlightmeupfinn

Be my angel by @mitchellpete

Nick “Goose” Bradshaw

Gold Rush by @duchesstypewriter

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Good... Very Good by @enchanting-eloquence

Take me to bed by @siempre-bucky

Hangman Boyfriend x reader by @seasonsbloom

Pay your tab by @multifandomfanfic

Do not disturb by @callsign-valley

Icarus and the moon // Pt.2 by @reverierogers

The last word by @sunlightmurdock

Parling spots and Matcha Lattes // Filet mignons and parking spots by @withahappyrefrain

Who did this to you? by @justfandomwritings

Hangover by @stillsaltyaboutmcr

Robert “Bob” Floyd

Misquoute by @welcome-to-writers-haven

You look good in yellow by @cowboybeepboop

Top Gun Nine-Nine by @3tabbiesandalab

A friendly push by @skvatnavle

Stiff competition by @roosterforme

Under the burning sun by @skvatnavle

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Pursuit by @sunlightmurdock

Remember You Even When I Don't by @beyondthesefourwalls

Blurbs

Plan G by @letsgotothefantasyworlds-blog

Hangster and reader by @callmefirefly

Icemav and Hangster by @ouizzyharringrove

Icemav by @writernothingness

Hangster by @fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur

Over text by @fxderchen

Writers

@hederasgarden

@callsign-dragonbaron

@jakeseresins

@callsign-phoenix

@callsignbob

@topgun-imagines

@imjess-themess

@augustinescruelsummer

@bradshaw-fanclub

Outer Range

Fics

Rhett Abbott

The Duality of Man by @3tabbiesandalab

Branded // Part 2 @3tabbiesandalab

Writers

@hederasgarden

@rhettabbotts

Stanger Things

Fics

Eddie Munson

June Baby // Part 2 by @luveline

Wrapped around your finger by @lilacletter

I was made for lovin’ you by @milkiane

The stars at lover’s lake by @stranger-nightmare

More pushin’ for the kushin’ by @innerstrawberryheart

Mystery Girl by @munsonslove

Single dad! Eddie drabbles by @luveline

Everybody’s talking up a storm (act like they don’t notice) by @iliaclwrites

Writers

@hellfireclubmember

@luveline

Steddie

Mouse Trap by @wordynerdygurl

Blurbs

Reader and the older kids by @josephines-simps-fics

Dustin calling Steddie his dads by @thegoblinking06

Bridgerton

Fics

Benedict Bridgerton

An artist’s touch by @mrsbbridgerton

I love you as one loves certain obscure things by @letterstotheflre

Happy birthday, Mr. Bridgerton by @fayes-fics

Sonnet #29 by @fayes-fics

As a kite by @saintlike78

Touch: the following autumn by @eleanor-bradstreet

Anthony Bridgerton

Are we friends? // More than friends by @fayes-fics

Exquisite beauty by @tontattletale

Five sense of love by @libraryofloveletters

Right in front of me by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Writers

@butterflybuckethat

Marvel

Fics

James “Bucky” Barnes

Comfort by @crewhonk

What a peach by @angrythingstarlight

Super soldier by @kyloxox

Hawaii Five-0

Fics

Steven McGarrett

And Then Some by @slutforsilverfoxes

Too Tired to Move by @hawaii5-0gurl

Writers

@slutforsilverfoxes

@hawaiifiveoh

Everybody Wants Some!!

Fics

Finnegan

Count on it by @marvelandotherfandomimagines

What’s the consensus? by @callsign-cacti

Triple Frontier

Fics

William “Ironhead” Miller

A nice night in the middle of July by @merakiaes

Other

Reptile by @lustinglilac

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Angel of Death

Star Trek

Fics

Spock

The great, green room by @lucycola

Other

Spot the cat

Teen Wolf

Liam has a crush on Scott’s Girlfriend by @bonniebird

Puppy Sitting by @bonniebird

Stiles sister by @bonniebird

I may have made her mad by @bonniebird

Huffing and puffing by @bonniebird

Teen Wolf master list by @fandomnsfw

Derek Hale by @twjournals

Writers

@bonniebird

Other fics

Show me the stars by @vladviago

Find the lady by @bluebellhairpin

Well played by @beautifultypewriter

Soft boy by @omg-imatotalmess

Happy Birthday by @rocknrollmj

Softer by @dpimagines

Master list of master list by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms

Ted Lasso

Fics

Jamie Tartt

Operation: Tarrt’s Heart by @theowritesstuff

Good Friend by @pandorasprongs

Say that again by @iwritefandomimagines

The Proposal by @creationcitystreet-em

Dress by @its-time-to-write

I’d be better armed if you agreed to take it. by @pandorasprongs

Through the lens by @katsu28

It’s just wanderlust by @its-time-to-write

Glitter on the floor by @its-time-to-write

One Piece (Live Action)

Vinsmoke Sanji

Distractions by @obscure-imagines

Dracule Mihawk

What you really want by @obscure-imagines

Misc

Friends with Benefits... or something else? by @violetrainbow412-blog

Best man I ever knew by @farfromharry

I’m not like them by @starsofmilos

What’s in front of us by @iguana-eyanna

Bet by @hotchsstuff

Persuasion by @aemonds-sapphire

Sebsxphia Master List

DPS post

Plus, a shameless shoutout for myself ;) @crazyk-imagine

#fic recs #top gun #top gun maverick #Top Gun: Maverick #Outer Range #teen wolf #stranger things #Triple Frontier #star trek #ted lasso #peacemaker #everybody wants some #Bridgerton #hawaii five 0 #marvel #one piece #ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION #crazyk-imagine

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laracrofted · 10 months

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You’ve been mean, ignoring her like that is a Jake, javy reader fic by callsign-cacti!

i knew i had to be missing jake x reader x javy fics. get reading, friends! 🫡

you’ve been mean, ignoring her like that

#answered asks

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strwbrrykss · 1 year

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Tag! You're It!

rules: tag nine people you want to know better! (except a lot of the people I would like to tag have already been tagged so bear with me!

Thank you @callsign-cacti

Last song: Crybaby - The Neighborhood

Last Show: Glee I'm on a rewatch lmao

Currently Watching: Faking It: Tears of A Crime

Currently Reading: Clash of Kings by George R. R. Martin

Current Obsession: Top Gun/TG: Maverick, Outer Range, One Chicago, Supernatural, The Boys

no pressure tags: @awkwxrdapple @sebsxphia @torreshalstead @afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff

#tagged #tag games #ty!!#strwbrry speaks

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evansrogerskitten · 1 year

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Tag! You're it!

rules: tag nine people you want to know better! Thanks to @callsign-cacti and @bradleybeachbabe for thinking of me!

Last song: I Ain't Worried by One Republic

Last Show: You

Currently Watching: Top Gun Maverick, of course

Currently Reading: I just devoured Jodi Picoult's newest in 48 hours. I cried so much but it's an amazing story.

Current Obsession: TGM and cast, Dean Winchester, Seattle Kraken, fanfic, exercise/health.

no pressure tags!! @letsby @thebeautifullydamnedone @dean-winchesters-bacon @atc74 @idreamofplaid @focusonspn @wildbornsiren @princessmisery666 @writercole

#tag game

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callsign-cacti · 1 year

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Okay, it's bed time

Pairing: Finnegan x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: COLLEGE WORKLOAD, Finn being sweet

Summary: When Finn comes over to your place to study, he doesn't expect to actually have to study. And he really doesn't expect the breakdown that ensues because of the studying.

Nevertheless, he finds himself staying...

Notes: This is extremely self indulgent, and was written during a breakdown after I realized exactly how much I have to do before sunday night. So of course, instead of actually doing the work, I wrote this.

Tagging my fellow Finn lovers

@sebsxphia @lorecraft @topguncortez @veritable-trash @callsignspark @callsignvalley

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“Alright, that’s it! You’re done for the night!” Finn declared, reaching across the bed to pluck the textbook and your notes from your hand.

“No, just a few more minutes!” You cry, shifting away from him.

“Yeah, that’s what you said ten minutes ago.”

“Well, I haven’t really gotten this concept.” You flip the page, glancing back and forth between your textbook and your notes, brows furrowed in confusion.

“It’s an important one…” At this, Finn leaned closer to glance at your notes, hoping that maybe he help explain it to you so that you would finally set the goddamned books down.

His brows furrowed, leaning closer. You were a diligent note taker, hell, he couldn’t count how many times he had stolen your notebook for a night to copy down his own notes from yours instead of actually listening in the lecture. But these, these weren’t even on the topic you had outlined at the top of the page. They were barely even in English.

He moved quickly, knowing that the element of surprise would be the best way to go with you, because you had a damn strong grip when you wanted to. Plucking the books straight out of your hands, he tossed them behind him. They landed with a thunk on the floor, causing you to look up at him, confused as to what the sound was.

It took a few seconds for what had just happened to click, looking down at your lap only to find it empty.

“What the hell Finn?”

“Honey, you’re exhausted. You need sleep!”

“No!” You lunged as you protested, but Finn was quicker, and you were slow in your exhaustion, and he caught your shoulders, gently pushing you back onto the bed.

“Your notes barely made sense. You have been studying literally all day, you’re exhausted, and you don’t need to study any more tonight!”

This afternoon, when you had invited Finn to study with you after class, he had readily agreed, positive that it would be fifteen minutes of studying before he had you in his lap. But when he had barged in after his practice, book in hand and condom in his pocket, he had found you on the floor with papers surrounding you, angrily muttering to yourself as you shuffled through your physics textbook.

So he had plopped himself down next to you, and together, the two of you worked your way through the homework that had you practically tearing your hair out.

He was positive that he would be rewarded for helping you, smug as he thought about all the ways you could thank him as he watched you organize your notes, only to pull out another textbook and plop yourself down at the desk.

Since then, Finn had taken a nap, and raided your snack drawer, finished four chapters in his book, and had two beers. He was getting up to get the third when he noticed you swaying in your seat, eyes glazed as you stared down at your notes.

“Don’t tell me what to do Finn. I’m not fucking done, that exam is in two days, and if I don’t pass this then…”

“Your grade drops, and so does your GPA, and if your GPA drops, then you won’t get the internship, no internship, no job, no job no life. Yeah, I heard it the first ten times you told it to me, and every time after that. But what you’re doin right now isn’t helping, it’s hurting. You need some sleep and you can study in the morning!”

He knew he had lost you halfway through his little rant, your eyes sliding from him and back to your textbook. And then, you were up and out of the bed, darting across the room in an attempt to reach your stuff before he could grab you, only to trip over your legs.

But Finn was faster,launching himself off the bed, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you back to him.

“Little clumsy there, aren’tcha!”

You could hear Finn laughing, but it seemed like your head was filled with cotton. You needed to study more. Because failing wasn’t an option.

When he was met with your silence, he stopped laughing. Tears were falling down your face, lip wobbling as you desperately tried not to break down in front of him.

“Hey!” Gently, Finn placed you back on the bed, planting his hands on either side of you, and ducking down to break your gaze away from the textbook.

“Listen, you got this in the bag honey. You know you’re gonna ace this exam, second only to me, of course! But hey, not everyone can be perfect all the time, right?”

And that seemed to wake you up, because suddenly, you were shoving him off of you, sending him stumbling backwards.

“Fuck you Finn!”

“Woah, what…”

“Fuck you! Fuck you for barely even having to crack open a book and still get better grades then those of us who bust our asses. And you don’t even fuckin care. You don’t care about anything, except for going to fucking nationals and getting pussy and getting high and just having a great fucking time at college. Cause it should be fun right, why stress about it when you know you’ll probably waltz right out of this goddamned town and get some great job and be set for life!”

You pause, taking a deep breath, and Finn cautiously takes a reaches for you, but your far from done.

“Fuck you for trying to tell me that this doesn’t matter, because it does! This isn’t a joke Finn, this is my life!”

And then, he puts his foot right in his fucking mouth. “But it’s not your life, it’s one exam.” He knows it the second it comes out of his mouth. He doesn’t even have to see your eyes narrow, mouth dropping open as you fully absorb what he just said.

It’s not even like he had just threatened to kill a kitten or commit a murder, but with your reaction, he might as well have just said something equally as outlandish.

“One exam, just one fucking exam huh! Yeah Finn, it’s one exam that is worth forty percent of my grade. You’ve made it very clear that I have made it very clear that this is not just an exam, this is the exam. And sure, maybe I say that about every exam, but that’s only because every single fucking exam I take matters. Every single test or quiz or homework assignment I have done here matters, because if I do not work as hard as I possibly can, then I will have nothing.”

Finn was used to your anger. You got angry at him all the time. What Finn was not used to, was the tears that were currently welling in your eyes.

“I can’t fail this exam Finn! Because if I fail this exam, then it means I failed. And not just figuratively, literally. The last time I failed a test was in eighth grade. Do you know what my parents said to me Finn. Why didn’t you study harder, this was an easy test. What are you going to do better next time. The only reason I failed that exam is because I had another one that morning that I pulled an all nighter studying for. But they were so disappointed in me, and I hated it. Because it didn’t matter that I had not only passed the other exam with an A, but that I was the only student who had passed that exam at all.”

You took another ragged breath, the tears now falling freely as you kept ranting.

“And it’s not just academics, I make one misstep, make one bad decision, and it seems like everyone see’s it, and it never seems to go away.”

You trail off, not even realizing that you are literally swaying side to side. Tenatively, Finn steps to your side, sitting down next to you, and then you are collapsing into him, openly sobbing into his chest.

“You think I want to be like this. I am so, so fucking tired Finn. I’m tired of it all, and I just want… I just want…”

Finn moves then, reaching for you and hauling you onto his lap, hugging you into his chest, running his hand up and down your back. Your crying so hard that you can barely breathe, hardly registering the comfort that Finn is trying to give you.

“Hey, it’s okay!” He tries again.

“Fuck you Finn!” You scream at him, trying to push out of his lap.

“Honey, when was the last time you slept?” And he honestly doesn’t know if you’re ignoring him or if you can’t hear him over the sound of your sobs. One of his hands slides into your hair, gently undoing the ponytail and raking his fingers through it, pausing only to lightly scratch at your scalp.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there, rocking you back and forth, one hand skimming up and down your back, the other tangled in your hair, but eventually, you calm down, the sobs turning into sniffles.

“Baby?”

At this, you tense. That was new. He had never called you that. Gently, he untangles his fingers from your hair, sliding it across your cheek to tilt your chin to meet his gaze.

“Hey, you are not a disappointment.” He barely gets the sentence out before your moving to try and tuck your head back into his chest, but he won’t let you.

“You’re the smartest person I know, which, I mean, we go to STU, so…” And with that, you are no longer trying to burrow into him, but trying to push him away.

“Ok, bad time for a joke. I get it now. But I’m being serious honey. You are so goddamned smart,” He plants a kiss on your forehead. “And funny!” Another kiss, but on your cheek. “And strong!” He switches cheeks, before moving down to your jaw. “And so goddamned sexy!” He tilts your head again.

“And you are going to go so, so far in life, because you are smart and driven and everything anyone could ever hope to be. But you cannot study any more tonight. It’s…” He pauses, glancing at the clock on the wall, “3:27 in the morning, and you need sleep. You were literally swaying like a scarf in the wind a few minutes ago. And before you yell at me again, if you go to sleep now, I’ll help you study in the morning. And before you yell at me for that, no, not the way I helped you study last weekend, although I will go to my grave swearing that it’s the best way to study!”

And now you were giggling, the tears still shiny on your cheeks as he reached up to wipe them away. Your eyes flutter closed, leaning into his hand on your face.

“So what do you say honey? Bed time?”

You crack your eyes open to find him staring at you with a soft expression that you are to tired to decipher at the moment.

“Yeah Finny, bed time.”

Tagging my fellow Finn lovers

@sebsxphia @lorecraft @topguncortez @veritable-trash @callsignspark @callsignvalley

Also, I have the first few parts of a new Finn series almost up and ready to go! The first part should be up Friday!

#walt finn finnegan #finnegan x reader #everybody wants some!!#everybody wants some #Glen Powell #callsign-cacti

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callsign-cacti · 1 year

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Someone to Love Me

Part 2

Previous part Part Three

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary:

You flinched, gaze flying back to Rhett as your mouth opened and closed, as if you wasn’t sure what to say. He had never seen you so uncertain, and for a second, Rhett wanted to take it back. Take everything he had done and said from the moment you walked into the bar tonight back. Wanted to throw himself into your arms and never let go. Wanted to find that future that he thought y’all had and wrap himself in it.

But it had been too long, too much left unsaid, and too much hurt on both sides to do any of that. So Rhett just nodded, and made one last ditch attempt to snatch the keys out of your hands so that he could leave first this time.

Warnings: Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Depression, Anxiety, Missing Family members, physical and mental abuse

When he was younger, Rhett used to love the feeling of slinging his leg over the chute. He had loved the exhilaration that came in the seconds before he nodded his head, when the world went quiet, and it was just him and the bull. He had lived for the feeling of hearing the crowd screaming as the announcer rattled off his score.

It had been a long time since Rhett had felt like that.

Swinging his leg over the same chute that had landed him in the hospital a year ago, Rhett tried to call up that emotion, that excitement, the frantic energy that allowed him to stay center on the back of a thousand pound animal.

But he couldn’t, hadn’t been able to in a while, and he didn’t think that he ever would again. For months now, he had been relying on muscle memory and skill, not the love, the drive that he used to carry for riding. But those things could only get him so far in a sport like this. Where every ride carried you closer to your last.

Two years ago, Rhett would have been scanning the stands for his parents, for Perry and Rebecca and Amy.

One year ago, he would have been looking for Sutton.

Two months ago, he would have been looking for Maria.

Now, he didn’t take his eyes off of the bull.

He nodded, more excited at the possibility of his ride being over then actually riding. His body moved back and forth, legs coming up to spur the bull, his hand gripping the rope for dear life. All while he ignored the twinges and shooting pain all throughout his body. Those didn’t matter.

Distantly, he heard the buzzer go off, his other hand falling down to undo the rope so he could jump off.

A year ago, he was laying in the dirt, unconscious.

He kind of wished that he still was.

He kind of wished that bull would have aimed for his head.

Rhett had placed second that night, meaning that he had made the short go and would ride again tomorrow. So the smart thing to do would have been to go back to his hotel room and get a good nights rest so he would have been ready for tomorrow.

But then he was invited to go out to the bar with some of the other riders. It’s not even that he liked anyone that was going. In fact, he didn’t like almost every single rider that was there. But it was either that, or drink by himself and wallow in his own thoughts. And anything was better than that.

So one beer turned into two which turned into three and so on. And when the buckle bunny came slinking over to him, he was far past tipsy, but aware enough that he didn’t want her hands on him.

No one had touched him for two months since Maria had left him standing in the parking lot of the Handsome Gambler.

He figured that if he just ignored the hand on his chest, then it would go away. Everyone else ignored him, and he went away, so to the drunk mind, it was sound logic. But the bunny seemed to get even more persistent the longer she was ignored.

After five minutes of staring into his bottle of beer, he felt hands on his chin, forcing his gaze to meet hers, and her hand traveled up his thigh. He jolted back, the touch unwanted, but was met with the hard back of the booth he was sitting in.

“Rhett, there you are!” And he honestly thought he was hallucinating. He hadn’t heard that voice in over a year, but that didn’t mean he didn’t recognize it. Every time he was sober enough to dream, she was in them.

His head felt heavy, the hand that was supporting it dropping away at the interruption, but somehow, he managed to turn, seeing the hazy figure of Sutton Biles standing in front of the booth.

“So sorry I’m late, feeding took a little longer than I thought, and Troubles got a big ole cut down her leg. Anyways, thanks for keeping him company, but I think I’ve got it from here!” You said, turning your attention from Rhett to the girl.

“The fuck do you mean…”

“Listen here bunny, he’s drunk and the touching you were doing didn’t exactly look consensual to me, so you can stay here and get your ass beat or go find another desperate lay for tonight, kay!”

And even drunk, Rhett could hear the promise of a beating in your voice and wasn’t at all surprised when the bunny scurried away. Hell, Rhett kind of wanted to leave too. And as your gaze turned back to him, her eyes filled with an emotion he couldn’t quite place, that kind of feeling changed into a definite feeling.

Because Rhett wasn’t sure if he was going to kiss you or start crying if you kept looking at him like that.

He went to stand, only to pitch forward onto the table, and Suttons hand shot out to steady him. He tried to shrug it off, but you were already out of the booth and wrapping your arms around his midsection, basically holding half of his weight as you guided him out of the bar.

“Why are you here?” He asked, his words slurred but understandable. Ignoring him, you pushed open the door. The cold blast of air did little to sober Rhett, but underneath him, you shivered.

“Why are you here? You aren’t riding!” He spat. You just kept moving towards his truck, ignoring his words. This only pissed him off further. He didn’t need you pitying him. He didn’t need anything from you. The only thing he needed was for you to stay away from him.

You finally spoke up as the reached Rhetts truck. “Where are you staying Rhett?”

“Just leave me alone!” He spat back, wrenching himself out of her hold and stumbling towards the drivers seat.

“The fuck I will. You drive back like that and you kill yourself or someone else. Now give me the keys Abbott!” Rhett clutched the keys tighter wincing as your hand came down to stop the door from opening and simultaneously plucking the keys out of his hand.

“Where are you staying. I’m taking you back to your hotel so you can sleep off whatever the hell you drank in there. Hell Abbott, you’ve got short go tomorrow, what the hell were you thinkin. You know how good placing, hell winning this rodeo will look. How far it could get you…”

Rhett whirled on you, no longer feeling numb. No, now you had pissed him off. Who the hell did you think you were, showing up after a year of radio silence and scolding him when it was half your fault that he was like this in the first place.

“Not really in the mood to get lectured about my bad habits right now. So I’ll take my keys…” He made a grab for them. He missed, his hands grazing your forearm instead of her hand, and you scoffed.

“So help me god Rhett, if you don’t tell me where you’re staying, then I’ll leave you in this parking lot.”

And that was it. If Rhett had been pissed before, he was angry now. You didn’t just get to swoop in when it was convenient for you to play the savior and get off empty handed

“Yeah, you gonna leave? You gonna leave like you left me in that hospital?”

“That’s what I thought.” And in your shock, Rhett was able to grab the keys out of your hand, wrenching open the truck door and jamming the keys into the slot.

Glancing through the rearview mirror as he pulled out of the parking lot, Sutton hadn’t moved an inch.

Rhett winced as he endured yet another clap on his injured shoulder, nodding as he accepted the congratulations thrown his way. He had landed hard, aggravating his old shoulder injury, but despite the rough landing, he had one of his best rides in a while, taking first place and a pretty little check.

And he was pissed about it. He had been pissed ever since he had woken up this morning to see that you had texted him, asking him to at least let you know that he had gotten home safe.

He had thrown his phone on the bed, scoffing at the audacity of the woman. And he had been pissed ever since.

Once he had gotten back to the arena the next day, the place was abuzz with talk about you. You had come in on a last minute entry and won all of the events that you had ridden in. As he ducked behind the bathrooms in order to avoid a confrontation, he wished that he would have just scratched today like he had wanted too last night when he had gotten back from the hotel room.

And as he slid onto the bull later, he found himself replaying the scene outside of the bar over and over again. How you had come in with some fake ass bullshit, pretending that you cared about him now that it suited you to.

The anger that flooded his body at the memory was hot and potent. His hand tightened on the rope, and then he was nodding and the chute was open and he was actually riding, not just trying to fall off.

When he hopped off after the timer rang out, the anger was replaced with adrenaline, surging through his body, and for a split second, he felt like Rhett Abbott, the man, not Rhett Abbott, the disgrace.

“Abbott!” One of the other riders jogged over to him, his hand falling once again on his injured shoulder.

Rhett fought the want to step away as West leaned closer. “Which bunny fucked the rider back into you huh?”

Rhett’s head jerked back; the nice feeling gone “S’cuse me?”

“That right there,” West pointed to the arena, “was the old Abbott. Haven’t seen you like that in months. So, who was it and will you do me a favor and point her in my direction next time you see her!”

Rhett pushed Wests hand off of his shoulder, pivoting as West called out, “C’mon Abbott, don’t be selfish. Share with the class why don’t you!”

What irked Rhett so much was that West was right. Kind of.

When he nodded to the gate person, he wasn’t numb, he was practically vibrating with anger begging to be released. That ride had been easy in a way that Rhett hadn’t felt in a very long time. And when he came off that bull, there was a smile on his face, because he had just known that he was gonna win with a ride like that.

With the smile still stretched across his face, he had found himself scanning the stands out of habit, his eyes catching on the seat where his family used to sit.

He had known better than to think that anyone would have showed up for him, but his stomach still dropped as he didn’t see any familiar faces. His eyes had continued to scan the crowd cheering his name, as he had walked out of the arena, waiting patiently for his scores to be announced.

And you had been there, leaning up against the gate, clapping with a small, knowing smile on your face.

Rhett had stopped, stunned to see you standing there, cheering for him.

And any of the happiness, the enjoyment at winning the round that was left was now gone, once again replaced with pain and anger.

Why wouldn’t you just leave him alone? Why couldn’t you just go away, like everyone else did.

When he had stepped out of the arena, he was immediately surrounded by buddies, hands falling on his shoulders and his name being shouted. It should have been a nice moment, basking in his win. But as he walked away from them, sparing a single look towards the spot where Sutton had stood only to find it empty, he just felt angry.

Angry because you had been there when no one else had been. Angry because he had no one. Angry because he had wanted you to come up to congratulate him, just so he could brush you off. But most importantly, he was angry because West was right.

He hadn’t fucked you, but you had gotten under his skin just the same.

He needed a fucking drink.

Later that night, when he got to the bar, you were already there, sat in the back corner booth where Rhett had parked himself last night.

When he spotted you, that half smirk half smile on your face, all he really wanted was to go back to his room. On the other hand, he didn’t want to make it seem like he was leaving just because you were there. Even though that was exactly what he would be doing. And as her eyes fell on him, he found that his decision was made as Cody guided him to the bar.

He ignored the eyes on his back as he ordered his first drink. Halfway through his second, he was still keenly aware of you sitting behind him, but was determined to ignore you.

And then he felt a tap on his shoulder, Cody's eyes mischievous as he excused himself and Sutton slid into his seat.

He ignored her, picking at the label of his beer bottle as he titled his body back towards the bar.

They sat in silence for a minute, the pile of shredded label growing underneath Rhett fingertips. It was as the bartender placed Rhett’s third beer in front of him that she spoke.

“Can I talk to you outside please?” He shook his head, bringing his drink up to take a long pull and avoiding meeting your gaze.

“Rhett, please!” He lied to himself, saying that he followed simply to get away from the eyes that he could feel watching the two of you.

You walked a few paces away from the door, wringing your hands, and it felt weird for Rhett to see you as anything less than confident.

You spoke softly, looking at him while leaning against the outside of the bar. “What did I do wrong?” Rhett wasn’t expecting that. He was ready for yelling, for accusations and insults. That’s what he had steeled himself for as he walked out the door of the bar with you, just like it was what he steeled himself for every time he walked in the door at home.

But he wasn’t ready for the quiet confusion that you spoke with, the way that you seemed to place the blame on yourself. And he didn’t like how it made him feel smaller than anything that came out of Royal’s mouth.

He stayed silent, desperately trying to collect himself as he watched you shift your weight from foot to foot, both growing more and more anxious by the second.

“You never called, never texted…” And there it was, this was what Rhett had been ready for. This is what Rhett had an answer to.

“The phone works both fucking ways Sutton. Don’t try and paint me as the villain in this story. You were the one who left in the first place!” He spat out.

“I didn’t leave Rhett, I…”

“Oh yeah, what would you call disappearing in the middle of the night when I was sleeping without a single word then huh?”

“That’s not what happened Rhett! Lennon called me and…”

He scoffed, taking another step back. “Look, I really don’t want to hear your excuses, it’s been a long day and…”

And it was his dismissal of you that made you snap, that brought the anger he was expecting towards the surface.

“It’s not excuses, it’s the truth. But you don’t wanna hear the truth do you, cause it’s easier to lie to yourself then it is to except what really happened. You got scared Rhett, cause I wasn’t someone that you could pump and dump.” You take a step towards him, then another, and another until you’re right up in his face.

“I gave you an explanation of why I left, even if you said I didn’t. I called and I texted, I have the proof on my phone. I came to one of your stupid rodeos in Wabang two months after the hospital, and all over some other girl. So it wasn’t me who left Rhett, it was you, so don’t try to blame it all on me!”

By the time you had finished, you were standing toe to toe with Rhett, chest heaving with anger. Rhett was struggling to breathe having you so close.

If what you was saying was true, then that meant…

But it wasn’t true. Rhett had never gotten a single message from you, no matter how many times he had checked his damn phone.

“Stop lying to me.” He took a step back, then another until he felt like he could breathe again. “You promised. You promised you were gonna stay. And I wake up the next morning and your gone, no note, nothing. Then, my mother had to tell me that Rebecca and Amy are gone. Just like you. No note, no explanation, no inclination of dirty play. Nothing.” As he speaks, he watches her face shutter. It is so unlike her to have her emotions so on the surface like that, and yet Rhett can name every one that flies across her face.

“You were the last thing I thought about before I went to sleep and the first person I thought about when I woke up. My phone was never more then five feet away from me because I was worried that if you messaged, I would miss it. But you never did. I needed you. I needed you more then I have ever needed anyone and you left. So don’t come in here with this, it’s not my fault bullshit, because it had to be someone’s and it ain’t mine!”

You took a step back as Rhett finished, eyes wide as you stared at him, silent for the first time all night. It only made him realize how loud they had been, how much he had unwittingly shared with you. The tightness in his stomach grew as the silence stretched on.

He shouldn’t have said that. Shouldn’t have given you the satisfaction of knowing how completely broken he was. And it wasn’t fair of him to place all of the blame on you. You had been the straw that had broken the camels back, but there had been a fair amount of damage done to him long before you came along.

But you had still hurt him. And you had hurt him in a way that seemed so much worse than everyone else, because you had given him hope before snatching it away.

So he was quiet as he spoke, knowing that he had gotten his point across. “I don’t want to hear your excuses, because I don’t care.” Lie. “And if you care so much about making things right with me, then just do me a favor and leave and don’t find me again.” And then he was gone, storming to his truck and peeling out of the parking lot, only sparing a single glance in the rearview mirror to see you standing exactly where he had left you.

And maybe with enough time, after tonight, he could convince himself that it was him that who you. That for once, he hadn’t been the one standing in the rear view mirror wondering where he went wrong. Even though it felt like he was.

He had been home for an hour, staring at the dark house in front of him. On the one hand, he was beyond exhausted, mentally and physically, and he wanted nothing more than to collapse in his bed and sleep forever. But he was still raw from his argument with Sutton, the words spat still ringing his head.

But you don’t wanna hear the truth do you, cause it’s easier to lie to yourself then it is to except what really happened.

Just do me a favor and leave and don’t find me again!

And then he was moving. Opening his truck door and slamming it, not caring who he woke up in the process, and hoping the gate to the west pasture. And then he was walking, tripping over the holes and rocks. Ignoring the aches and the pains. When he finally reached the edge of the pasture, so far on the edge of their property that he could no longer see the barn lights, he crumpled, fisting his hands in the dirt, and screamed, disrupting the silence of the night.

He screamed, cursing god and everyone, cursing Royal and Cecilia and Maria for how bad they had messed him up. Cursed himself for being so goddamned unlovable.

He screamed for his shit past and his shit future.

He screamed, because he was to scared to end it and to much of a coward to change anything.

But when he went to curse your name, no sound came out. He sat there, gasping for air, his hands covered in dirt and blood, bringing them up to grip his hair, and he pulled, hard.

And then the tears came, burning a path down his cheeks as Rhett choked on the cold night air. It hurt. Everything hurt, and he was so tired. And it would have been so easy to take the knife from his belt and slit his wrists. Leave his body and maybe, finally, find some goddamned peace.

In a few days, Royal or Perry would find his body, half decomposed, and he imagined that they would be angrier at the fact that he had left them with so much work then sad that he had killed himself.

But he couldn’t make his hands move to grab the knife, let alone put enough pressure on his wrists to cut deep enough. Instead, he found himself falling onto his back, staring up at the sky, and praying that the cold just might take him instead.

He woke the next morning to the sound of birds chirping, and the sun casting a yellow glow in his eyelids. His entire body hurt from having slept on the ground, aggravating all of his injuries from his ride yesterday.

His watch read 6:28. Royal would be getting ready to walk to the barn to begin morning chores, Cecilia having just handed him a mug of coffee made just the way he liked it.

If they had seen his truck, then Royal would have been debating on whether to walk to Rhetts room or just check the truck first, there being a 50/50 shot that Rhett had actually made it to his room the night before.

As he made his way back to the barn, trying to ignore his pulsing shoulder, he imagined a world where Cecilia would greet him with a smile and a hug, ushering him into a chair and asking him how the rodeo went the night before. Her and Royal would both apologize for missing it, one of the horses had come in dead lame and they had to take it to the vet.

They would promise to be at his next one and congratulate him on his win last night.

But Rhett encountered Royal as he was stepping into the barn. Royal didn’t even clock that Rhett had come in from the pasture, or the way that he was leaning heavily on the door, desperate for some relief on his achy body.

Instead, he barked out orders, beginning the list of chores to do that day that they were already behind on.

So, Rhett just nodded, tucking the pain into the back of his mind, and got to work.

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