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talaok · 1 year

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Steve will kill me

Pairing: Javier Peña x Steve's daughter! reader

Warnings: age-gap, smut | unprotected p in v sex, slight choking

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A knock at the door.

"oh hi, dad" you greeted, opening the door.

"Hi honey" he answered, as your gaze traveled to the man beside him,

not just any man, you noted

"and hello to you too..." you raised an eyebrow questioningly

"right, sorry you haven't met" Your dad interrupted "This is Javier Peña, my partner, I invited him over for dinner"

"nice to meet you" he smiled, offering his hand

"nice to meet you too, I'm Y/n" you shook it, loving the feeling of his big hand around yours.

"Your dad's always talking of you" he said

"good things I hope" you smiled, inviting them in and closing the door.

"Of course"

__ __ __

"so what are you studying?"

"English literature"

"wow" he puffed "serious stuff"

"says the DEA agent" you raised an eyebrow, as you propped an elbow on the top of the couch to look at him better.

Your dad had gone to help your mom in the kitchen, leaving you two alone, something you didn't mind not one bit.

"touchè" he chuckled

" So how do you like college?"

"it's ok" you shrugged " I love my classes, just... there's other things I'm not that fond of"

"Like what?"

"Like the guys"

He smirked knowingly " Well a pretty girl like you... I bet you have a whole line of them"

pretty, you let your mind replay that word again and again

You laughed softly " Yeah, and they all seem to only want one thing"

Well, you can't blame them, he wanted to say.

"That's because they're boys sweetheart," he said instead

You cocked an eyebrow "So, you're saying I should find a man?" you asked, loving the veil of darkness that flashed behind his eyes.

He cleared his throat.

Nope, not doing this.

"I'm saying there's someone out there for everyone"

yeah, sure

"and have you found this someone?"

"Haven't been so lucky yet"

"that's too bad" you commented, not an ounce of sincerity in your tone.

He noticed the mischief in your irides and felt the instant need to change the topic.

"your dad says you write poetry"

Maybe talking about your dad was gonna help fight the magnetic force pulling him closer to you

"he does!?"

"He's really proud of you," he said "he even read one to me"

"oh my god," you hid your face in your hands, red streaks of embarrassment reaching your cheeks.

"it was amazing" he spoke "even if Steve was the one reading it"

You snorted, and he couldn't help but smile as he reached for your hands to remove them from your beautiful face.

"one of the best things I've ever heard"

"you're just saying that"

His hands were still on you

"I'm not"

you bit your lip, and he couldn't stop his eyes from falling to your mouth.

"thank you" you murmured

"I'd love to read more" he found himself leaning closer

"and what would I get?"

anything you want, he was about to stop himself from saying, when Steve entered the room. He dropped your hands and immediately leaned away.

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You spent the entire dinner pretending not to notice his eyes on you and had to stop yourself from granting him the same treatment.

Your eyes met at last, and your lips twitched into a smile he wanted to photograph and keep in his pocket forever.

God, what was wrong with him?

" Should I get the cake?" you asked, looking briefly at him, before turning to your mom

"Sure hon, I'll help you"

"no it's fine I can handle it" you stopped her, walking over to the kitchen.

You grabbed a knife from the drawer, hearing the soft buzz of the conversation in the other room.

The cake was on the table, so you set the plates before it and started cutting the slices.

The door opened.

"can't keep away from me huh?" You joked as Javier entered.

"I needed another beer" he gestured to the empty one in his hand

"Sure you did" you taunted

He opened the fridge, grabbing a new one.

"Can I have a sip?"

"Are you old enough?"

You gasped, feigning offense "of course I am," you said "In fact" you took the bottle from his hand "I'm old enough to do a lot of things"

He watched attentively how your lips wrapped around the mouth of the bottle as you drank from it.

"you shouldn't say things like that sweetheart"

You grinned "why is that?"

"one might take them the wrong way"

"what if it's the way I intended for one to take them?" you asked, taking a step so you were right in front of him.

"then you really shouldn't"

"Are you scared of what might happen?" you asked, "you scared you might not be able to stop yourself?"

"is that it?"

I can't do this, he thought

"I can't do this"

Steve would kill me

"do what?" you whispered, as your finger traced his tie

You could see the restraint in his eyes as they scanned your face.

You weren't going to make the first move, you wanted him to cave, to give up.

"Well," you spoke "I better get back to the cake"

"wanna help me out?"

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shit

toc toc toc

I'm coming, god!

you fumbled with the lock, your hands still slippery from the shower.

"One second dad, I was in the show-"

"oh" Javier breathed

"oh hi," you smiled "sorry, I thought you were my dad"

You opened the door fully now, watching as your dad's partner's gaze traveled slowly up and down your body, only covered by a milk-white towel.

"Is there a reason you came here except getting to stare at me?"

He cleared his throat, forcing his eyes to look back at yours.

"I need to talk with your dad about something"

"he's not home"

"When will he be back?"

"I don't know"

There was a pause as you both thought of what to do next.

"you can wait for him here if you want"

"I don't think I should"

"c'mon I'm sure whatever's going on is important, otherwise you wouldn't have come here"

He was thinking, he had a thinking face you noticed, the same one he had in the kitchen the other night.

"alright," he finally agreed, knowing full well he was making a mistake.

"so what did you need to talk to him about?" you asked, closing the door behind him.

"Just work stuff"

"of course" you chuckled

"you want a beer?" you asked

"sure"

Is she not going to change? He thought as he followed you to the kitchen.

You took a sip from it before passing him the bottle

"you don't like drinking your own beer?"

"I need to check if it's good" you smiled "plus, this way it's as if we kissed"

He smirked,

walked right into that one

"so when are you going back to college?"

"Can't wait to get rid of me?"

"Just curious sweetheart"

"next week"

next week, that's good, he could make it 'till next week, though the outfit really wasn't helping.

"about that" you remembered "last night you said you wanted to read more of my poetries"

"of course, you're really talented"

"thank you" you blushed faintly,

that was your weak spot, he realized, the one moment when the confidence act fell was when he talked of your passion.

"well if you're still up for that I can show you now"

"that'd be great"

"great" you grinned "come, I should have an old notebook in my room"

He paused

"in your room?"

"yes, Javier, in my room, is there something wrong with that?"

yes,

"no" he said unconvincingly

"ok, then follow me"

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Your old room was, as said, old.

Posters still filled the light pink walls, as did your high school photos.

Javier felt like an intruder for stepping in there, and thinking about it, he was, he never should have come into the house.

"here," you said, pointing at something on a shelf above your desk.

Your towel inched upward as you reached for the notebook.

He didn't even try not to stare.

"I want to point out that this is old stuff," you said " I was young when I wrote these and I've gotten better" you explained, turning some pages.

"Oh I like this one" you beamed, "I wrote it when I was 17"

He stepped closer to you, your scent intoxicating him immediately.

You had just gotten out of the shower, but something about it was still unmistakably you.

You handed him the notebook, and he attentively read the whole thing.

"what do you think?" you asked, after some moments

"you wrote this at 17?"

"yep"

"How?" he was in shock "I mean, you've got a real talent sweetheart"

"the only thing I was good at 17 was drooling over girls"

You laughed softly "then you didn't change much, did you?"

"Maybe I didn't"

"Well, you can keep reading through that if you want, I'm gonna go change"

thank god, he thought as you walked to the bathroom.

"javier!" he heard you call him from the bathroom after a few moments.

"yes?"

"I'm sorry I forgot my pants, could you bring them to me?"

"uh, sure, where are they?"

"they're somewhere in the room I don't remember"

"ok" he said, as he looked around

"I don't see them"

"they're not on the desk?"

"nope"

"bed?"

"neither" he answered "maybe they're in-"

"whatever" you opened the bathroom before he could finish, stepping out of it in a very short shirt, and some very red panties.

fuck

You started walking around the room like it was nothing.

"how is it possible they just disappeared?" you asked yourself.

"y/n"

"I mean unless there'd ghosts I don't understand"

"y/n"

"yes?" you walked right in front of him "you sure you haven't seen them?"

You watched as he slowly swallowed.

"baby" his voice was hoarse "you can't do this to me"

You frowned "do what?"

" you're killing me"

"Javi," you placed a hand on his arm "I don't know what you're talking about"

"stop that," he said "Steve will kill me"

You bit your lip, done with your little act "And what makes you think he'd have to know?"

He sighed

"I don't see anyone else here" you looked around "just me and you Javi" you grinned "you decide what happens next"

He never had much of a choice, did he?

"fuck me" he cursed under his breath, and just like that, his lips were on yours.

He grabbed your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him, and your arms flew behind his neck.

The faint taste of beer still lingered on his lips, and his mustache was gently grazing your upper lip.

As his hands started exploring your back, the kiss got more heated, his tongue moving into your mouth violently, as one of his hands found your ass.

You whimpered into the kiss, and you broke apart to catch your breath.

"this is a mistake" he breathed

"then why does it feel so good?" you asked, not waiting for an answer before going back in.

He turned you around, starting to walk towards the bed.

Once the back of your legs felt the mattress, you took the hint to sit on it.

He looked at you, under him, your lips fluffy and pink, and wished he had the willpower to stop, as all he could do was take his shirt off.

He bent down to you and you crawled onto the bed.

he helped you out of your shirt and groaned as he took in your bare tits.

"fuck you really wanna torture me huh?" he asked, starting to spread hot kisses all over your neck and chest.

"I tried to refrain but you made it fucking impossible baby" he murmured, his fingers finding the waistband of your panties.

"you were so determined to break me" he laughed softly "and you did" he admitted, pulling your panties off of you.

"Please Javi I need you" you begged, your voice already a faint moan.

"you need me?" he asked, leaning back to undo his zipper and take off his pants.

"yes I need you please" you whimpered

"since when?"

"Since I first saw you"

You felt his cock lining up to your entrance.

"that right, sweetheart?"

"yes Javi, yes!" you said desperately

"fuck you're gonna kill me" he muttered, pushing into you.

"Oh god!" you moaned loudly, your hand gripping his bicep.

"fuck baby" he groaned "you're squeezing me so tight"

He started to move, and you felt your brain melt already.

he felt so good, the only thing you could do was moan and whimper as he picked up his pace.

"fuck- when you opened the door with that tiny towel on, it took everything in me not to tear it off of you and fuck you right there baby" he growled, "you think that was funny?" he asked "torturing me like that?" he continued, his dick so deep inside of you you could feel every little detail of it against your walls.

"You think it was funny to come out here half naked?" he said "to show that little ass off like it's nothing" his hand found your throat "like I haven't been thinking of it since I first saw you" his fingers squeezed lightly on the sides of your neck.

"say you're sorry sweetheart" he commanded "say you're sorry"

Your brain was only half functioning, as the feeling of his hand around your throat and of his cock hitting your spot with each thrust were incredibly distracting, but you still managed to do as told.

"I'm-I'm sorry" you whispered pathetically

"that's it" he bent down to kiss your neck, as his hand left it "good girl"

He felt your walls squeeze him at the praise, and could only chuckle like a smug bastard in response.

"you like that?" he mocked "you like being called a good girl?"

You nodded, as another moan fled your mouth.

"god baby, what would your dad think?" he shook his head "what would he think if he knew her good little girl likes to be called names and fucked senseless by guys twice her age?"

"He would be so shocked, poor guy" he smirked, as he grabbed your waist to slam even more harshly into you.

"fuck Javi" your nails were definitely leaving scratches on his arms at this point

"what baby?"

"Please, I-I'm coming "

"I can feel it" he groaned "I can feel you squeezing me sweetheart"

"Javi" you moaned again

"c'mon baby" he encouraged "come for me" he breathed, getting closer too "come like the good girl you are"

Those words were enough to send you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a wave of pure bliss.

He kept going, letting you ride out your high, as you moaned his name over and over more incoherently.

"that's it" he kept saying "that's it, baby" he growled, and just before he was about to come, he pulled out, his cold cum shooting all over your belly.

He looked at you, breathing heavily underneath him, completely ruined, completely perfect, and he couldn't help but smile.

"What?" you asked, smiling too now

"I don’t think I'll ever be able to look at your dad in the face again"

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thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed · 11 months

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right bby, i’m going to need some stomach drop angst!

how about r and j are in a pr relationship and r falls for j but she doesn’t feel the same way or she leads r on

love your work and there is no pressure to do my request it’s all up to you my love :)

You Couldn’t Just Stop

Word count: 4.9K

Summary: request above

Warnings: angst? Bad writing lol, not proofread

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Hi anon! I looooove this prompt! Honestly this reminds me of the Jenna series “legally binded” by @house-of-lovin which is nearly the same! This is kinda why I was reluctant about writing it but I’m pretty sure that it could turn out very different, but if you like that prompt please go check that story out!

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Things were going down really quickly.

You didn’t know how or why, but they were and now rumors were being spread of you. Rumors that were half true, though. Things were being said about you being with some other actor, an asshole, really, but well you have been with him, as a couple. He was throwing shit on you, saying you were a slut and slept around with everyone, boys and girls. Being an actress that had just started blowing up, this wasn’t good for you, not at all. And instead of denying or let the rumors dry, you took the stupid decision of saying you were in another relationship already, so you couldn’t be sleeping around. Everyone believed it, the press included, but soon enough they wanted concrete proof.

“Do you have any idea how this is going to look if it turns out that you actually lied? You just blew up, (Y/N). You’re really willing to let that ruin you!?” Your manager, Nelle, yelled from the other side of the phone. “Oh come on I just wanted them off of my back! Is it really that bad?” You could hear Nelle chuckle. “You have no idea what problem you got yourself into, (Y/N)” she said, you could hear that she was upset, god was she upset. “What can I do?” You asked, wanting to help Nelle find a way to help you. “You’re lucky I have a solution. Come to my office STAT, don’t keep me waiting.”

You groaned at the fact that you now had to go out in public with probably lots of paparazzi wanting to ask you questions, crowding you and not letting you go anywhere. But you had to, or Nelle would be PISSED, and she was scary when pissed. You wore every day clothes, and put on a baseball hat and some sunglasses to get recognized less. And it worked, until you got to your manager’s office, where as you had predicted paparazzi gathered around you. “(Y/N), what can you say about your situation? Is it true what your ex boyfriend says?” “And what about your relationship? Where’s your partner? No one has ever seen it” you kept your head down to protect yourself from the flashes, avoiding cameras but mics were shoved in front of your face. “No comment” was all you said before getting inside the building, sighing of relief once you were inside and were finally having some peace.

You took the elevator as you reached the floor of the office. As you walked in you were met by a pissed as fuck Nelle who pulled you inside. “Took you long enough. Sit down” you did as ordered, and sighed. “Sorry, paparazzi slowed me down… so, what was your Idea?” If looks could kill, you’d be underground now. Nelle was glaring at you and basically throwing you daggers. “First of all, congratulations for getting yourself into this mess, second of all, thank me” you looked at her confused “I said thank me!” She repeated again, this time raising her voice “gee, okay, thank you Nel” you said chuckling, you loved her, you did, but she was scary when mad. “You’re welcome, I found someone for you to have a PR relationship with” you nodded, having had that she wanted to do this. “Okay… and who’s that?” Just as she was about to answer, a knock followed on the door and Nelle looked at you. “Looks like you’re going to find out now. Come in!”

You turned around to see who the mystery person was. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Your jaw nearly dropped seeing Jenna Ortega walking in the room. “Hey, (Y/N)” she said, hinting a small smile as she waved at you. “You two know each other?” Nelle asked, and you chuckled. “Of course we do” you shook your head. “She’s my ex girlfriend. Back to when both of us weren’t famous and I weighted 35 pounds more. So uhm… 3 years ago?” You said looking at Nelle, and Jenna nodded from behind you, although you couldn’t see. To be honest you hadn’t expected to see her. It had been ages since you last thought of her, you were finally happy again and had gotten over the heartbreak.

“Mind me asking why you two broke up?” Jenna’s manager asked and you chuckled once more, turning around to look at her. “Jenna insisted that “she didn’t have time for me” when clearly, there were other motives,” you weren’t going to specify what in front of the two managers, but you saw her lower her head and fidget with her rings. “But well, it’s all good now. It’s in the past” you shrugged and looked at Nelle. “Can we get this deal over with?” You pushed to start this meeting, kind of wanting to stay away from her. All these years you tried to convince yourself that you stopped loving her, but seeing her again today made you realize that you never stopped, she was the one who did. But you have both grown up, you were definitely prettier… maybe this PR relationship could be a way to get you two closer?

“Why do you even need a PR relationship, anyway?” You asked Jenna in a moment where the two managers were talking. “I need a distraction for the paparazzi. There’s a really big project I’m working on and it can’t be leaked, so I need them to focus on something. What about you?” She asked, you gave her your reply only after you nodded in understanding at what she said. “Well, my ex boyfriend claims I’m a slut who sleeps with everyone, to stop that rumor I said that I was in a new relationship when it’s clearly not true, and everyone started asking to see my partner” she nodded too. “I see… wait- Boyfriend? As far as I remembered, you didn’t like men.” She said and you shrugged. “I don’t know, I had some doubts after you happened.” You shot your arrow, it had hit and went through her. “Sorry about that.” She said and your answer was just a shake of your head.

She was about to open her mouth to say something, but your manager interrupted her before she could even starts. “Okay, this is how it’s gonna be” Nelle said, drawing you both’s attentions. “We’re gonna start off small. Dinners, movie dates, presence at interviews. This is what works better for Jenna’s situation-“ “and what about mine?” You interrupted. “shut up, (Y/N), I’m already mad as it is” Nelle glared at you and you raised your arms, rolling your eyes and sitting back in defeat. “The press is going to wonder if that’s who you’re dating. The internet’s going to go crazy and stop focusing on the voices that spread about you” you nodded in understanding and Nelle continued. “Then, your movie premieres” Nelle says to you. “Jenna will be there, you’ll be hand in hand, kissing and what not. That’s the deal.”

Neither you or Jenna nodded, the two managers looked at each other before one Nelle, Again, spoke up. “Are we clear!?” Now, the two of you nodded and soon signed the contract. 6 months of torture next to her… or maybe, 6 months where you could try to win her back… 6 months where both of you could get feelings again…. Well, Jenna. Because you were just now realizing that you never lost them. “Your first public appearance is tonight. You have a restaurant booked for the two of you, you know how this stuff works. Photos, paparazzi. So make sure to hold hands and act all lovey dovey because THAT’S what the press wants. Alright?” The two of you nodded again, and soon enough, you were at the restaurant.

Getting out of the car hand in hand, you opened the door for Jenna and walked in behind her, placing a hand on her lower back as you made sure to stick by her side. You were kind of uncomfortable and you could tell that Jenna was too. Both of them being stiff around one another. The waiter walked towards you, taking you to a more private area and making sure both of you were comfortable, then people started glancing your way. Both you and Jenna noticed, and there was a moment of awkwardness before she reached over and held your hand across the table, tracing shapes on the back of it with her index finger. You both leaned closer from across the table, looking at each other with what others could think was love. But both of you are two incredible actresses, no one would say it was fake.

“Do you think this is good enough for the people?” She asked whispering, faking a smile as to pretend you were having a “lovers” conversation. “I don’t know… we shouldn’t keep it to a minimum, tho. Otherwise they’ll understand that it’s fake… let’s just keep this up until paparazzi are around” you said and that’s exactly what happened. Once the Owner cleared the restaurant from any Paparazzi, both of you were left at peace. “So… how have you been?” You asked her. You didn’t want to make this more awkward than it already was. “Good. Filming has been tiring, but now I’m back in LA and I have some free time… I can rest and go back to visiting my family.” You smiled at the mention of them. “How are they holding up?” You said, you still loved her family and even if Jenna didn’t know, you were still in contact with them. You weren’t at fault for the break up with Jenna so they never had any hard feelings towards you.”

“They’re good! My sister had another kid, Mya. She’s 1” she said proudly. And you smiled at her. It was always good seeing Jenna talking about her family. You faked surprise at that, as you already knew everything because Jenna’s mom told you, but she didn’t necessarily have to know this. “I remember playing around with Cash when he was a little baby, time flew by” you said smiling, to which Jenna only nodded. Eventually you were brought your food, and the “date” turned quiet after that. Jenna looking at her phone, you trying to make conversation but she would only reply with “mhm” and you had had enough of that. Without her noticing, you finished the whole bottle of wine by yourself. Useless to say that, at the end of the dinner you were quite drunk.

As the dinner was over and you stood up to go pay, you stumbled on yourself, nearly falling as you could barely stand up. “Shit- I’m good, I’m good” Jenna threw you a confused glare, before looking behind you to see the empty bottle of wine. “Why did you drink?” She asked you, to which you shrugged and giggled “I only drank a little bit” you stumbled on your words as hell, but you managed to make your way to the counter and pay for the dinner. “Yeah right. You can’t even stand properly right now” she whisper-shouted once the man at the counter got distracted. You gave her a confused/drunk glare. “Why are you mad? Are you worried?” You asked ad you made your way towards the door, still stumbling as Jenna basically had to hold you up. With a frown on her face, she answered: “No, I am not.” You grunted “yes you are! You are worried. Look at your face right now, all scrunched up. Such a cutie” you giggled, booping her nose.

“I said, I’m not” she said slightly raising her voice more. “Can you stop moving around so much so we can get to my car?” She said, clearly annoyed. “Awww my Jenna is worried! She still cares about me!” You said, nearly shouting. Jenna rolled her eyes, too bad you didn’t see. “I don’t. And can you please not shout? Paparazzi are outside.” You leaned closer to her ear, still stumbling on your feet. “I only want your attention tho” you said with s giggle and missed Jenna’s sigh. “Whatever, (Y/N). You’re still drunk. Now quiet, let’s get to the car without drawing too much attention.” You did as ordered, and made your way through the paparazzi to the black car with tinted windows. Jenna helped you in before getting in herself, making you lay down so your head was on her lap.

“Are you good back here?” She asked, looking down at you. You grumbled and reached up, hand taking a strand of her hair to play with. “I missed you…” you said as the driver started driving, after Jenna had told him to go at her place. “What?” She asked, confusion obvious on Jenna’s face, to which you nodded in reply. “I’ve been wanting to see and talk to you again, these past three years…” Jenna sighed and shook her head, taking her eyes off of you. “You’re drunk. You’re saying nonsense things right now” but drunk words, sober thoughts right? Jenna didn’t want to be fooled by that. “But I mean it! I fucking mean it, Jenna!” You were starting to throw a tantrum and Jenna sighed, looking down at you. “Okay, Okay, calm down. Geez, why so mad?” You sighed, you didn’t want to have to say this, and you wouldn’t have if you were sober but well, here you were.

“Because you left me hanging. You left me hanging without letting me know where I went wrong or why did you ever cheat on me!” She sighed as a well, once again taking her eyes off of you. “Not everything deserves an explanation.” You kept staring at her. “Didn’t I love you enough, Jenna? Or am I not that lovable that’s why you cheated?” Jenna shook her head in exasperation. “You’re enough. And you’re lovable.” You sat up at that, ignoring the pounding in your head. “Then why did you cheat on me? Why did you cheat when I still loved you?” You asked, tears evident in your eyes. Jenna shook her head. “Let’s talk about this another time. You’re drunk.” You smirked at that and shook your head. “That’s the thing! You don’t want to talk to me nor tell me anything at all.” By now you weren’t that drunk anymore, but you had started this conversation and you wanted to take it to an end.

“Because we’re over, (Y/N). We’re over and there’s nothing to talk about anymore.” You shook your head, for the thousand times during that conversation. “Even when we were not over, you never communicated with me. Never! It was always me trying to fix things!” Jenna didn’t dare to look at you. Too ashamed, perhaps? “It wasn’t only you, it was me, too. I tried so hard to communicate but I just couldn’t. While you were trying to fix our fights, I was trying to fix myself.” She said, lowering her voice tone. “Yeah, with someone else. Why didn’t you tell me?”she chuckled, “telling you simple things is already hard for me, how do you expect me to tell you that?” You shrugged “because we were together.” You looked at her and she did the same. “Yeah, exactly. There’s not an “us” anymore.” You looked at her, going quiet for a while before speaking again.

“Why did you have to hurt me so bad?” She looked at you, eyes with somewhat of guilt. “You deserve someone better.” She whispered. “But I wanted you to be that better.” She shook her head “and I just can’t be better.” She said, looking at you straight in the eyes. You nodded and chuckled. “You know, maybe you CAN be better. But I wasn’t that person for you to be better for.” That statement was the one that put an end to this discussion, both too tired to drag this any longer than necessary. Things were halfway cleared, but both were too tired and nervous to drag this on.

Eventually Jenna made a change of plans and told the driver to drive to your home first so she could drop you off, and she went home by herself. The next morning, as weird as it sounds, you remembered everything, and you did NOT wanna hear from Jenna. Wish not granted, because a while later you got a call from your manager, telling you to get to her office and to show up together. You called your driver, who was there in 5 minutes and then you went to pick up Jenna.

“Hey Jen,” you said once she got in your car but she didn’t say hi back, instead she crossed her arms and looked out of the window. You raised your eyebrows and chuckled. “You’re giving me the silent treatment now?” Once again, no reply. “Jenna, do we have to act like this around each other for the whole 6 months?” She looked at you giving you her side eye, and you continued with your speech- which had now become some kind of monologue. “Can we at least try to be civil for fucking once in your life?” You said raising your voice, Jenna’s reaction to your voice surprised even herself, looking at you with wide eyes. “Gee, calm down (Y/N).” She sighed loudly, and you lowered your voice. “Look, can we try not to fight for the whole time of this contract? Please, Jen. We’re both too stressed, I know we have a past but let’s just forget it.. okay? Let’s try to be friends, to relax around each other.” You watched her nod, but then you laughed at yourself. “Hell, I was hurt the most yet here I am making deals with you. You should thank me I don’t hate you.”

The drive was very short, as the office was somewhat close to where Jenna lived. As expected, paparazzi were there, and as you made your way our of the car, Jenna stood behind you, hands on your waist to guide you forward through the crowd. Placing one hand on hers, you smiled at her and god did you miss the contact of her skin against yours. The way her hands fit onto your waist has always been surprising for you both… but you had to tell yourself, this was only for the press. Only for the press, (Y/N). Remember that.

You walked into Nelle’s office, Jenna’s manager was there already, both smiling brightly reading an article online. “…well?” You asked, sitting down on a chair. Jenna did the same “well, the first date was an absolute success! Here, read it yourself!” Nelle turned her laptop around, showing you the article. “An old flame rekindled? Actresses Jenna Ortega and (Y/N)(L/N) may be back together! Here’s what we know so far.” The article proceeded with photos of the two of you looking like an actual couple, you smiled slightly at the sight, remembering how good it felt when the two of you were actually together. God, you wishes you could have that again. “That’s amazing” you said, faking a smile, getting lost in thought when the managers started speaking with one another.

You didn’t know what they were talking about, too deep in thought, when “(Y/N), are you listening?” Nelle snapped you out of your thoughts. “Huh? No, I’m sorry I got distracted. What did you say?” You scratched your neck in embarrassment and saw as Nelle rolled her eyes and sighed. “I was saying that you girls need more dates. More public appearances. Like walking around and stuff, going to Starbucks, and given the fact that the relationship between you girls isn’t the best one, maybe spending some time with one another might help establish at least a friendship, don’t you think?”

That’s exactly how you found yourself inviting Jenna over at your place every weekend. Just watching movies, playing games or just talking about random stuff. And unexpectedly, the two of you were getting closer again. Closer as in: snuggling up to each other, cuddling, forehead and cheek kisses… and you were dying for it. You were so bow down to her, you’d take any treatment she gave you if she wanted you to. If she told you to jump off the bridge you’d happily oblige. The shorter girl didn’t realize how much power she had over you…

One night like any other, you and her were watching a movie, snuggled up on the sofa, both wearing nothing but sports bra and shorts. It was summer, it was hot, but both of you couldn’t help but cuddle. You were both laying on the couch, you were on top of Jenna who kept playing with your hair. When the spot interrupted your movie, you turned to look at Jenna, she was smiling at you sleepily, and you did the same, slowly leaning in and she let you. You softly placed your lips on her neck, you were hesitant at first until she tilted her head and gave you more space…

…but then she came to her senses.

“(Y/N)… please, stop” she said and pushed you away. You looked at her, eyes filled with worry. “I-I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?” You said and took your distances from her, scared to have hurt her. “Yes- I mean no, it’s just that…” she didn’t continue her sentence, and instead looked down. “What? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry-“ she interrupted you. “-there’s someone else” you furrowed your brows in confusion, tears making their way to your eyes as you were managing to find your words “w-what?” She averted her gaze from yours, looking down. “A-again?” You were struggling trying not to sob, “I’m sorry-“ you interrupted her. “But I thought you were having feelings again? I- I thought-“ you stopped to sniffle, you couldn’t believe you had fallen in her trap again. “Why did you lead me on then? Why- why didn’t you tell me? Why?” Well, you couldn’t hold it in. You were full on sobbing now, Jenna tried to comfort you but you pulled back.

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to hurt you-“ you interrupted her again. “Then why did you choose me as your PR girlfriend?” The question left Jenna at loss for words, she looked down and shook her head. You continued, “is it because I’m the easier choice? Easier to use and manipulate? Easier ‘cause you know me?” She shook her head, looking at you and trying to grab your hands. “No, (Y/N) it’s not that-“ you stepped away from her “then what is it!?” Jenna was again, at loss for words. “Is it me? Is it my physical appearance?” Maybe that was it. Maybe it was the same reason as three years ago. “Jen I lost so much weight for you. I changed myself, just so you could love me. Is it not good enough? Am I not good enough?”

Jenna looked down once more, that, right there, was your answer. you shook your head. “Jenna… leave please. Go back home… we’ll meet when our Managers require us to” she nodded and left, you wiped your tears… but more kept coming when you heard the noise of the door being closed. You wanted to hate her. You so desperately wanted to hate her, but you couldn’t, you. Deep down, it hurt how you made the same mistake as three years ago… how you couldn’t just stop loving her.

The next few weeks, there was no contact between you or Jenna. Both of you had a busy schedule so it was perfect because of what had just happened. But then, the unexpected happened. A text, from Jenna’s mom.

Momma Ortega: hey darling! Jenna told us about the PR relationship. Ik it’s not what you wanted with her, but I was hoping to take advantage of that to spend time with you again?

How could you say no to that? You had been wanting to see her since forever. THE WHOLE FAMILY wanted to see you again, so they organized a family lunch, obviously Jenna was gonna be there too.

A few days later, your driver dropped you off at Jenna’s place. You took a deep breath, honestly you didn’t even know why you were so anxious. But as soon as you rang the bell, Jenna opened the door immediately. “Hey, (Y/N)” you gave her a small uncomfortable smile, taken back at the sight of her… god, how could she look so pretty even when she was wearing comfortable clothes? Anyway, you waved at her before stepping inside the house. “Hey girls, she’s here!” Jenna said, and you heard rustling from the other room, you could only imagine what, or who it was…

You were right.

Aliyah ran towards you and jumped in your arms, making you stumble back but you hugged her tightly in return, laughing and trying to stay on your feet. “God it’s so good to see you again!” Jenna’s younger sister said as she pulled back from the hug. “Look at you! You’re gorgeous” she said as she took a good look at you. “Oh hush it Al. You’ve grown a fine woman!” You giggled and watched how Mia made her way towards you. “Well hello to you too!” You hugged her as well, a bright smile on your face. “I told you not to be a stranger!” She teased “sorry, busy schedule” obviously she understood, and now it was finally time to greet Natalie. “Hey Natalie” you smiled the widest at her, and the woman enveloped you in the tightest, warmest, most motherly hug ever. The love this woman had for you was unbeatable. “We missed having you in the house, (Y/N)” she said and you smiled in return “and I definitely missed being here… now, where are the kids?” Everyone giggled, and soon enough Cash made his way over to you.

“Hey little one! Remember me?” You said, ruffling his hair. He nodded and you knelt down to him so he could give you a hug and a cheek kiss. Then Jenna, who in the mean time had left the room, came back with another kid, a toddler, in her arms. “She’s Mya” Jenna said, and you couldn’t hep but look at the toddler with heart eyes. “Hi little one! Oh you’re so pretty!” The little girl stared at you with wide eyes, before smiling wide and making grabby hands towards you. You took her in your arms and everyone in the family smiled. “She already loves you!” You giggled “everyone loves me in this family! Isn’t it right, little one?” You said, bouncing Mya on your hip, she couldn’t stop laughing. Everyone loved you… except for the only person you wanted to love you… Jenna.

During the whole day though, Jenna couldn’t take her eyes off of you. The way her family treated you like their own, the way they all loved you immensely… maybe she didn’t loose her feelings for you, after all. Maybe her feelings were even stronger, this time.

You and Jenna never talked again about that night. Wanting to forget about it, you wanted to let her go, to accept the fact that she was in love with someone else… but how could you? How could you, when every time she placed her hands on your hips, your skins touching, and you couldn’t help but feel that same fucking sparkle every time?

This was one of those days… a special day, indeed.

It was the day of the premiere of your movie… you and Jenna were supposed to go together, as agreed with your managers. Eyes were on both of you the moment you got of the car with her, hand in hand,‘matching dresses, painted smiles across your faces. After this… the contract would be over. You wouldn’t see Jenna again. Were you happy? No, of course not.

After pictures of you alone and Jenna alone were taken, they wanted couple pictures. Your bodies were so close, you could feel the heat radiating from your body. Holding hands, her thumb tracing the back of your own hand. Other arm around your hips, keeping you incredibly close to her. God… you wanted to be with her again.

“Can we get a kiss from the couple?” The paparazzis were asking out loud.

You didn’t even have time to turn around, because Jenna did so with her finger, turning you to look at her before smashing her lips on your own, you were surprised for a moment, before closing your eyes and melting in the moment. Hands on her hips, bringing her incredibly closer. Both of you leaning in for more… this couldn’t only be for the press, right?

When the two of you pulled back, still being inches away from each other, Jenna finally spoke, in a whisper, “please, be mine again.” Useless to say that you gave her the brightest smile ever, and you leaned in for another kiss.

“I’ll be yours forever, Jenna.”

A/N: HELL TO THE YES THIS TOOK ME A LOT TO WRITE, I NEED TO THANK @tundra1029 for giving me so many ideas😭😭 ilysm, AND I LOVE THIS STORY TOO SO HELL YEAH

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aerodaltonimperial · 3 months

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katy's community poll-fic 2k24

part 1

(Well, so here is your next part, as decided collectively! I had to decide whether or not to bring the lads into this, and ultimately decided not to, since despite Bowens' best efforts, that shit ain't kayfabe, at least for Hook. ENJOY PART 2. Remember, 24 hours to pick the next bit.)

Bowens, it is: he’s got to know better than anyone how to deal with Max Caster and missing objects. Turns out, he’s relatively easy to find, but only because Jack accidentally stumbles across him sitting out by the row of sewing machines and the people sewing with somewhat reckless abandon. Jack actually almost skids right past him, coasting on his heels before realizing he spotted Bowens’ head half-hidden by one of the coat racks brimming with sequins and bright colors.

Honestly, the garish pink should have given it all away.

“Hey,” Jack says, perhaps more demanding than he should, because Bowens looks up from his phone screen with a frown. “Have you seen Max’s title belt?”

“What?” Bowens asks, and that might just be because Jack came barrelling out of nowhere without much of a greeting, but this feels like a Bowens problem.

“Max’s belt. It’s missing. Have you seen it?”

Bowens’ frown intensifies, tugging his face down. “What do you mean, it’s missing?”

“Don’t tell him anything!” Hook screeches, coming around the corner and nearly taking out the whole coat rack in his haste to stop. As soon as he does, Jack reaches out and covers Hook’s face with his hand, trying to push him back and away. He ends up getting Hook sputtering against his palm, which, ew.

“Okay, what is this about again?” Bowens asks.

“Max’s belt is missing,” Jack says, again. “I’m trying to find it.”

“I’m trying to find it,” Hook interjects, though it’s a bit muffled given that Jack still has his hand smushed up against Hook’s mouth. He finally withdraws once Hook licks his palm. Gross. What the fuck is wrong with this guy?

Bowens looks at Hook, and then at Jack. His face betrays nothing. “Oh. So… you’re both trying to figure out what happened to it?”

“Yes,” Jack and Hook answer at the same time, and then, disgusted, both try, “No.”

“It’s nice that you seem to be working together again,” Bowens says. The worst part is, he sounds genuine. The soul-crushing horror nearly takes Jack out at the knees.

“I’m not working with him,” Hook replies. “I hope his own hair strangles him in the middle of the night.”

“I hope that he inhales a joint and ends up choking to death on it,” Jack says.

“Well, I hope that his stupid little briefs are too tight and cut off circulation to his legs and he gets gangrene,” Hook says, with a glare.

Jack rolls his eyes. “I don’t even wear those anymore, so this just goes to show how much attention you pay to your surroundings.”

“Oh, sorry I’m not staring at your crotch,” Hook snaps. “You know, not everyone is, you perverted egomaniac.”

“Hook, I sincerely don’t think you are staring at anything except the god damn sun,” Jack says, “and I’m amazed that you haven’t gone blind yet. But there’s still hope it might happen. Today, if we’re lucky.”

“I feel like we’re getting really off-topic here,” Bowens comments.

Right: Max’s title belt. Jack turns back to Bowens, whose expression has gone, for lack of a better word, befuddled. “Have you seen the belt? Or anyone take the belt?”

“You think I saw someone take my partner’s title belt and then just… came here to sit for awhile?” Bowens asks.

“Fine, fine,” Jack amends. “If you had to guess, who would you think would take it?”

“Are you sure someone took it?” Bowens asks. His brow remains furrowed. “Max would misplace his ass if it wasn’t connected to his body, honestly.”

“He says he had it, and now he doesn’t,” Hook says, like a chump.

Jack pushes Hook away again, with his shoulder this time, to avoid the guy’s tongue touching his skin again. “Would, say, the Assboys take it?”

“But we’re in a group now,” Bowens says.

“Yeah, and that always works out so well,” Hook grumbles.

“Do you have any other enemies?” Jack asks.

Bowens, finally, seems to take this line of questioning seriously. He sits back, tapping a finger against his chin as his eyes slide up to the ceiling tiles. Then he says, “Well, I guess we did kind of declare war on the Undisputed Kingdom, back before we knew they were the Devil Goons. They might be pissed about that.”

“And they’re clearly assholes,” Hook agrees.

“But why would they give a shit about Max’s title belt?” Jack asks. “It’s not like they can do anything with it. It’s bright fucking pink. Everyone knows who it belongs to.”

“Maybe just to fuck with him,” Hook grumbles. “Get him all riled up.”

“I mean, they did steal MJF’s little mask and all,” Jack muses thoughtfully. “So they clearly have a history with this kind of thing.”

Hook nods, mouth pursed. “Wouldn’t be out of character.”

“Still feels like small fries compared to everything else they’ve done,” Jack continues. Then he realizes that Hook has been standing next to him for, like, five minutes, and is agreeing with him, which makes him feel like maybe he needs to go take another shower or something. “Go away. I’m doing this by myself.”

“No, I’m doing this by myself,” Hook says, all pissed and pink-cheeked again. “You’ll just stab me in the back the second I turn away.”

“Actually, I’d probably stab you in the stomach. I’d want you to know it was me.”

Hook growls. “Oh, trust me, I already would.”

“So, you guys are friends again?” Bowens asks. He’s gone back to his phone, scrolling through social media like somehow Jack and Hook have already lost his interest. Shouldn’t he be worried about Max’s missing belt? Whatever. “That’s nice.”

“Gross,” Jack says. “No. I hope he gets hit by a car jaywalking like a douchebag New Yorker.”

Hook’s nose crinkles in distaste. “Spoken like a true bitch.”

“Okay, cool,” Bowens replies, without looking at either of them. “Good luck with finding Max’s belt.”

“I’m finding it first,” Hook promises, and then turns to head down the hallway with his hands jammed into his hoodie pockets as though he doesn’t look like a bum that just rolled in from beneath the nearest bridge.

What an asshole.

#tag so you don't lose this shit #aaaaaaand away we go again!!#24 hours to choose the next option

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darnell-la · 1 year

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𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗬𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥

word count: 2.8k

pairing: Dom!Eddie Munson x Reader

Warning: warnings: 18+, smut, semi forced blowjob, public smut, oral sex, hair pulling, choking, in love with bsf, dom!eddie, sub!reader, fem!reader, and use of one of our authors name instead of y/n

summary: Scotlyn has been crushing on Eddie Munson for 3 years now. She’s been making life harder by becoming best friends with him while writing naughty love letters. She should have known that she couldn’t keep it a secret for long.

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I can't believe I've been writing these anonymous letters to Eddie since I was a freshman. He was the hottest Senior and you know freshmen. They just have to fall for the older guys.

But this guy, my feelings for him grew harder and harder. It's like every year I got lucky that he failed 12th grade until I was finally taking classes with him.

Now I'm a senior, almost 3 years younger than him, and in nearly all of his classes. I'm so lucky, yet, I haven't gathered the guts to ask him out or even flirt with him.

I've been putting myself in challenging situations like tutoring him, buying weed from him, helping out with his club, and even becoming best friends with him.

The only thing I can do that's close to flirting is write anonymous letters and place them in his locker. I'm 18 and still scared to speak to my crush of 3 years.

"Hey there, friends!" Eddie scarred me as he quickly grabbed my waist for a few seconds before letting go. "God! You bitch," I breathed as he laughed and sat across from me.

"I could have been eating and choked," I said. "You were too busy daydreaming," he said. He's not wrong, I was.

I was, yet again, about to go into another daydream session when he waved a letter in front of my face. God, it's from me. But he doesn't know that.

Another bad thing I did to myself questioning him about the letters he's been getting since freshman year. I asked him a good year ago and ever since then, he's been telling me everything I've been saying to him.

What's even worse is that he likes it. He keeps saying that someone like that is his dream partner. Someone who likes almost everything he likes.

"Dear Eddie. I knocally wear the same outfit every day but it keeps me in a chokehold every time. I imagine myself being held back after everyone leaves and being deeply fucked," Eddie said with a smirk.

"I'd take everything you give me, even if I can't take anymore. I'm meant for you. Why else would I be wet when you're around?" He said then grunted with a chuckle.

"Now that's something I can't wait to eat up. Imagine my girl wet around me all the time. That's my mess to clean up," Eddie started blabbering about different places he'd fix his girl's problem. My problems.

"Wait, Eddie, I need to go to the bathroom. I've been holding it since this morning," I said as I quickly got up and walked off which felt like I ran off.

I could feel his eyes on me but I can't look back or it'll be too obvious. He can't find out it's me. I wouldn't know what to say. I'd be stuck and embarrassed.

What doesn't make it better is that I know how Eddie is. He's a cocky flirting bastard. He'd tease me about it.

He already says things like "I wouldn't be surprised if it was you. Those other boys could be me," and he flirts but all boys do. Right?

"Hey, wait up!" Eddie said behind me. "Didn't you say you wanted some, you know what?" He asked me. "Oh shit, yes, yes, I did," I said as I went to pull out my money but he stopped me.

"Meet me at the bench," Eddie said, confusing me. "That's a far walk from my house, Eds," I annoyingly said.

"Then I'll drive you back home," he said. "Why can't you just pick me up? Or just give it to me at the house," I asked.

"Scotlyn, just meet me at the bench," Eddie said. He sounded a bit angry at my questioning. I walked away after rolling my eyes because he has me walking in the cold. Why did I pick to wear a skirt today?

Something in Eddie wanted to pull Scotlyn back by her hair and threaten her. Not in a bad way, of course, but something to put her in her place for asking too many questions and rolling her eyes with walking off without saying her goodbyes.

"Eddie!?" I asked as I walked through the woods. I hate being here and Eddie knows that. I also feel like I'm being watched. That's why I'm yelling Eddie's name throughout the woods.

After making it to the bench, I stood there and looked around, hoping Eddie would pop out. He's late and he's never late.

"You look cold," I heard Eddie say behind me. I jumped with a small scream and then turned around. "Eddie!" I yelled at him.

"What's going on with you? Been jumpy all day today," Eddie said as he walked around me and sat on the wooden table I was leaning on.

"Well, maybe, if you weren't jump-scaring me all day, I'd be fine," I said as he chuckled. "It's funny seeing you scared. Even a bit cute," he said as he looked at me for a few seconds then started taking his weed out of his lunch box.

"So, what do you want, princess?" He asked. I hate when he calls me that! Well, not really but you guys know what I mean.

"You know already, Eddie. Why did you even bring me out here? It's cold," I complained. "Not my fault you're wearing skimpy shit," Eddie said as he closed and shrugged his shoulders.

"I always wear skirts and shirts like this," I said. "I know," Eddie said as he placed his box down next to him. He turned his head to the side and looked at me as I scoffed.

"Anyways, it seems I forgot your order at my house. How about you come by tomorrow?" Eddie asked. "That's fine," I said.

"Before you go, write my new dealing address down on this paper," Eddie said as he pulled a pen and a piece of paper out of his pocket.

"You know my handwriting shit," Eddie said, making me giggle. "It's indeed is," I said. I couldn't help but notice his smile when I giggled. God, he's so perfect.

"You ready?" He asked and I nodded. He watched me closely as I wrote down his new address. I don't know why he's changing the spot. The last one was perfect.

After I was done, Eddie for some reason started laughing. "What's up with you?" I asked with a slight tone. Is he making fun of the way I write or something?

"You know what's been bothering me?" Eddie asked. "What? What's wrong?" I asked. His tone seems likeually bothered by something.

"It's nothing bad, it's just, the letter I got a little over a month ago, stuck in my mind. You know, from Mrs. perfect," Eddie said.

"I had a few scenarios about fucking in the woods now. I've never done it before. I'm sure it would be like the best sex ever," Eddie said and he was not lying. It would be. That's why I wrote the letter...

"Like she was talking about how she'd love to be used with no one around to hear," Eddie said as he got up from the table.

"What's funny is that the same handwriting that wrote that letter is on this little paper," Eddie said after grabbing the paper I just wrote on and waving it in my face before dropping it.

"W-What are you trying to say, Eddie?" I said as I backed up against the wooden table, knowing exactly what he was trying to say. How could I have been so stupid?

"What I'm trying to say is that my best friend's been writing these very inappropriate letters to me and watching me suffer through this sexual pain I've been feeling for years," Eddie said as he took a step towards me.

"Not Just the letters being written for me but knowing my best friend liked me since freshman year. Could have had something earlier, princess," Eddie said as he placed his right hand on my cheek to rub.

"Am I right?" He asked but I stayed silent, not wanting to admit to everything. "Am I?!" He asked again as he quickly grabbed my neck with his right hand which was just gently rubbing my cheek.

"Eddie, stop it," I muttered as I tried to unlatch his fingers around my throat but he gripped tighter. "Ah uh, you stay fucking still," Eddie said as he shook me a bit.

"You've been teasing me for 3 years and now you don't have the guts to admit to it. If I let you go, you'll forever deny it and continue being a teasing whore!" Eddie spat.

"I bet you're thinking about what you wrote. Being grabbed and fucked in the woods by me. You best friend. What a fucking slut, right? Isn't that fucking slutty!?" Eddie asked as he pmyled by face towards his. Now our nose is touching.

"I can't be mad at that though. All I can do is take advantage of it. Use it like you want me to," Eddie said, and a second later, he attached his lips to my neck and started sucking harshly.

"Eddie!" I moaned, already sounding out of breath as he grabbed my waist tightly with both of his big hands. His nails and ringcally digging into my skin, through my thin shirt.

"Fuck! I knew your moans would be sexy," Eddie grunted then went back to sucking my neck in a different area to give me more than one mark.

𝟯𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗩

Eddie's been hard ever since he left school. He knew Scotlyn was the one writing the letters after she stormed out of the cafeteria earlier today. He just wanted to confirm it by matching the handwriting.

"Knees," he demanded as he stepped back and unbuckled his belt. "N-No, not out here," Scotlyn stuttered. She wants to but she can't just start like this. She didn't even get a chance to kiss him.

This is all happening so fast for Scotlyn but too slowly for Eddie. He can't do slow right now. Not when he's harder than a rock.

"Get on your fucking knees, Scotlyn!" Eddie yelled then unzipped his pants, hoping Scotlyn would finally come out of her shell and listen but she was frozen. Stuck in place.

"Since I already know how you want to be treated, I'll do it for you," Eddie grabbed a full hand of Scotlyn's hair and pulled her to her knees.

"Eddie!" Scotlyn shouted at how unexpected ruff he was being and that her knees might be a little scrapped up and dirty but Eddie didn't care because he knew, deep down, she didn't either.

Eddie quickly backhanded Scotlyn and then tugged on her hair, forcing her to look up at him as he bent over a bit.

"Don't you fucking yell at me," Eddie said, causing Scotlyn to stay quiet. She could tell by his tone that he was serious.

"You gonna suck me off or do I have to force my cock, balls deep down your windpipe?" Eddie asked, giving Scotlyn another chance to give in and accept but she was too slow.

Eddie grabbed his cock and with one thrust, pushed deep down into Scotlyn's throat, causing her to gag and tear up immediately.

"Christ!" Eddie groaned deeply as he stayed in place to take in the feeling of her thirst collapsing around his shaft and her whines.

Eddie pulled out of Scotlyn's mouth to give her a short time to recover. He stroked and looked down at her, admiring his best friend's struggle to catch her breath.

"You look so beautiful, you know? So fucking beautiful," Eddie praised then pushed back into her mouth, and once again, she started gaging but he had to chase after his climax which is so close already.

"Stop fucking it, baby," Eddie said as he rubbed a few tears from her cheek. "Eddie, Eddie," Scotlyn repeated but of course, it was muffled.

"Stop speaking, Scotlyn," Eddie said after bucking his knees. The vibrations that ran through his body, triggered some never. Something he's never felt before.

"Please, Eddie," Scotlyn begged which is still muffled. She doesn't want anything to stop but at the same time, she needs to catch her breath.

"Scotlyn, stop!" Eddie shouted as his knees bucked again but he couldn't hold his climax back. His legs shook as his load shot down Scotlyn's throat.

Eddie gripped Scotlyn's hair tightly and pushed himself deeper into her mouth, wanting to feel every last inch of enjoyment before he finally pulled out.

Scotlyn fell back to the ground as she caught her breath. Eddie leaned back onto the tables beside him and stroked himself as he caught his own.

"Breath, Scotlyn, just breath," Eddie said as he dropped down to his knees beside Scotlyn who was still coughing. He wasn't paying attention to how rough he was fucking her throat.

"Fuck, Scotlyn, I- Fuck. Let me get you to a hospital," Eddie said as he went to pick Scotlyn up but she pulled him back down but this time onto his back.

"No, no, I'm fine," Scotlyn quickly said as she climbed on top of him. "I'm fine," she said then smashed her lips onto his. Eddie hesitated at first but quickly understand what Scotlyn wanted.

Scotlyn pulled Eddie back out of his jeans after pulling her panties to the side. Eddie's breath hitched at his tip slightly touching her clit. He never thought he'd be this nervous with her. He always practiced being cocky.

"Fuck!" Eddie groaned as he tilted his head back. "Go slow, go slow! Y-You're so fucking tight," Eddie grabbed Scotlyn's waist tightly, causing her to whine and slam down, taking all of Eddie.

"Scotlyn!" Eddie moaned out. "I'm sorry. It's your hands," Scotlyn apologized, about to get off of him to let him breathe but Eddie gripped onto Scotlyn's waist and started fucking up into her.

"E-Eddie, wait," Scotlyn whined as she placed her hands on Eddie's chest to push herself which angered him, so he grabbed her neck and pulled her towards his face to keep her in place.

"You're gonna sit on my cock until I fuck my cum into you, so you understand?" Eddie asked, trying to give Scotlyn a chance to reply but she didn't.

"Do you understand!?" Eddie slammed balls deep into Scotlyn, causing her to cry out a reply. "Yes! Yes, I understand!" She sobbed in pleasure which caused Eddie to groan under his breath.

"That's what I wanna hear," Eddie said as he continued to fuck into Scotlyn. She had a hard time riding but she still managed.

"Never knew my best friend was this crazy over me. Fucking me in the woods. God, that's so hot. Do you know how hot that is, baby?" Eddie started blabbering.

"Fuck, I'm so pussy drunk right now," Eddie laughed in embarrassment as Scotlyn smiled down at him. "And I'm cock drunk for my best friend," Scotlyn said to make him feel less embarrassedreally? Thought I was the only one so down bad for my best friend," Eddie smirked up at Scotlyn as he traced his hands back to her ass grip it harshly.

"You know how much I look at you? Your ass is so fucking fat. Perfect tits and an angel face. God, how could I not fall for you?" Eddie praised, sending Scotlyn close.

"And now you're tightening around me. You have a praising and dominance kink, huh, do you?" Eddie asked, causing Scotlyn to blush. She's been caught.

"Yes, the princess does. So perfect. I'm a lucky man," Eddie's thrust started getting sloppy as Scotlyn tried her best to keep riding him but her knees soon gave out, causing her to collapse on top of Eddie.

"Cum on me, baby. Wanna feel your juice drip down my body. Wanna be covered all in your sweet juice," Eddie muttered in Scotlyn's ear which sent her over the edge.

"Yeah, just like that, baby. Just like that," Eddie pushed Scotlyn's has down so that his cocked buried deep inside of her to shoot his warm and sticky load.

They both moaned and groaned as they came down from their intense orgasm. They both can say that they've never felt this good during and after sex before.

"Best friends to lovers or what?" Eddie managed to let out after taking a few deep breaths. "I don't think you'd let me choose anyways," Scotlyn replied.

"Good girl," Eddie smiled then gave Scotlyn a long peck on her lips. "Let's get to my place and clean up. I didn't know you'd maul me to the ground like a bear," Eddie joked as Scotlyn got off of him.

"Oh, shut up," Scotlyn laughed as Eddie fixed himself up and then helped Scotlyn. He loves how he can ruin her and then fix her. He's been wanting this fantasy for years and now he finally got it.

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Just Friends

sub!Austin Butler x dom!Reader Smut

>> first of all, I've accepted my beeline to hell for this one. the elvis fan club discord gets wild sometimes, and we discuss some interesting things. one of them is sub!Austin, and it awakened something in me lol. I hope everyone enjoys this. please keep the warnings in mind!!

pairing: Austin Butler x reader

warnings: smut, very smutty dear god, dom/sub, pegging, anal fingering, use of strap-on, fingers in mouth, overstimulation, crying, aftercare, all the good fluffy stuff. MINORS DNI. (do not interact) I'm so serious please don't with this one.

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Austin had been bothering you all day about going and getting coffee, so eventually, you gave in to his begging. Now, the two of you are in front of a local coffee shop, surrounded by a small group of fans. It's not exactly how you had planned your afternoon, but here you are. You don't mind the fans at all usually, but today was just a weird day for you mood-wise. All you want is to have your coffee and walk back home to where you can relax in peace. But of course, you're never that lucky.

"What was it like to play Elvis?" one fan asks excitedly, holding out a napkin from the coffee shop for Austin to sign.

"It was definitely a privilege I'll never forget," Austin smiles as he scrawls his signature on the napkin with a Sharpie a barista let us have.

"Is this your partner, Austin?" another fan asks, and you feel weary of his response.

You and Austin have been dating for a few months, but very lowkey. Not many people know, and those that do have been sworn to secrecy. Both of you value your privacy, especially since Austin has become very famous very quickly. You've known each other for a long time but only recently became romantically involved. It's been a great relationship, but how do you really feel about finally being official at some point? I guess that answer weighs heavily on how Austin responds.

"Oh, no," Austin says with a chuckle, "We're just friends. Have been for a long time."

Ouch. Just friends, huh? You feel a weird pang in your stomach at the low-tier relationship description and decide maybe you two should talk later. Your weird mood just went further south on a whim.

"It was nice meeting you!" Austin tells the fans as they begin to disperse.

You remain silent as the two of you walk back to your apartment.

"Are you okay?" Austin asks around a sip of his coffee.

You shrug, "Yeah, I'm just a bit tired."

You feel like your emotions about him lying about your relationship are shallow- the two of you are keeping this lowkey and agreed to lie if necessary. It wasn't until today, for some reason, that you felt very odd about it. But you don't want to say anything unless provoked because Austin still obviously wants to keep your relationship hidden. So you'll just stew in your discomfort for now.

"Hopefully, the coffee will help with that," Austin says with a smile, completely unaware of your mood change.

You wanted so badly to wipe that pretty smile off of his face. Oh, if he only knew. You hum in response to his comment with no further reply. You aren't far from your apartment when someone else recognizes Austin, to your dismay. God, you just want to go home.

"Hi! Do you mind getting a picture?" the fan asks with a big grin on their face upon seeing Austin in the flesh.

"Of course!" Austin grins, leaning in to take a selfie.

"Is it cool if we take one with your partner too?" the fan points to you, much to your surprise. Usually, fans don't care about you.

"We-" Austin begins to say, but you cut him off.

"Oh, we're just acquaintances," you grit your teeth in a smile, "But I'd love to if that's okay with you!" you say to the fan before looking Austin directly in the eyes. When the fan glances at their phone, your face becomes expressionless when he makes eye contact with you.

Austin visibly gulps. He knows he messed up now. The fan motions for you to come closer to them so they can snap a photo of the three of you together.

"Thanks so much! It was nice meeting both of you," the fan waves goodbye before scurrying off.

Austin doesn't say a word the rest of the way home, nor do you. His mood went from chipper to uneasy very quickly. He fumbles with the keys for a hot second when you finally arrive at your apartment, his nerves beginning to show.

"Need some help?" you ask tauntingly, brushing your hand over his as you grab the keys from his grasp before unlocking the door with ease.

Austin looks dumbfounded before physically shaking himself out of it as he walks through the front door. You toss the keys into the dish by the entrance and watch as Austin thinks he's going to make a clean breakaway. But as he starts walking away from you, you hook your finger into the collar of his shirt, pulling him back towards you.

"Not so fast, baby boy," you say in a low voice, "You aren't going anywhere."

You push Austin up against the front door and get close to his face, "I have a question for you, Austin."

"What's that?" Austin asks, looking at your lips instead of your eyes. He wouldn't dare make eye contact right now, he feels too vulnerable.

You grab his jaw, forcing him to look up at you, "Eyes on me when I'm talking to you, okay, baby?"

Austin nods, maintaining eye contact with you now. He visibly struggles to keep his eyes on yours. A corrupt smile spreads upon your face at the helpless look on his face.

"My question is, would a friend kiss you like this?" you ask, pulling his face forward by his jaw, kissing him open-mouthed, "And would a friend know exactly where to kiss you?"

You begin kissing along Austin's jawline, nibbling in the spots you know makes him weak. His hands go to your waist, but you grab his wrists and raise them above his head, pinning them to the door.

"You don't get to touch until I say so," you say sternly, pulling away from his neck and nearly pressing your nose to his due to your close proximity.

Austin nods wordlessly as his chest heaves against yours. You let go of his wrists, grab the front of his shirt, and pull him down by it so he can lean down for you to kiss him again. As you dominate his mouth with your tongue, you slide your hands under his shirt, running them up his abs and chest before moving them back down to his hips. Digging your fingers into them, you pull Austin closer to your body, pressing yourself fully against him. He keeps his hands firmly by his side even though it's a struggle to not touch you. Moving your hands from his hips to the front of his jeans, you slip a finger into a belt loop and start pulling Austin away from the door.

"You know what else a friend wouldn't do?" you bite your lip as you drag him away.

"What?" Austin asks, his voice cracking from lack of use.

"Tell you to go to the bed and touch yourself until I get there."

A shudder runs through his body at your words, but he obeys. He walks to the bedroom and proceeds to the bed, where he starts to strip. You stand in the doorway as he does so, watching closely as each article of clothing falls to the floor. Turning around as he makes himself comfortable on the bed, you walk into the kitchen and make yourself a glass of wine to sip on for a few minutes before returning to the bedroom. You wanted to give Austin time to think about what he said earlier and get himself riled up before you eventually take advantage. After finishing the glass, you begin walking back to the bedroom, and the sight before you sends you reeling. Austin is completely naked and lying on the bed, the duvet covering his body except for his chest and hips, where his hand is pumping himself slowly. A devious grin finds its way onto your face as you walk to the bed and climb next to Austin, swinging a leg over his body as you settle on his thighs, fully clothed.

"Does that feel good?" you raise an eyebrow, your eyes glancing down at his hard, red tip that's now leaking with precum.

"Mhmm," Austin hums, not making eye contact again.

"Look at me and answer with your words," you say, lifting his face with your hand so he can look directly at you.

His eyes meet yours, his mouth agape as he pumps faster, "'Feels good, mama."

You bite your lip at the nickname, warmth spreading to your core as you watch him touch himself. He's getting close to cumming, and you can tell because he keeps licking his beautiful lips over and over. It’s a habit you’ve noticed. You reach over him to open the bedside drawer and retrieve your trinkets. Finding the handcuffs first, you grab Austin's arm to stop him from moving and attach one cuff to his wrist. Looping the chain through a bedpost pole, you take the other cuff and put it on his other hand, and Austin whines from the sudden lack of stimulation.

"Do you understand why I'm punishing you?" you ask him before you grab anything else.

It's an unspoken rule that when you both engage in dominating activity, you both understand why one is punishing the other. It makes the ordeal more enjoyable, and consent is easier to communicate.

"Yes, ma'am," Austin says as he looks into your eyes, a flash of regret shining in them. Not a bad regret, though. He knows exactly what's about to happen and will enjoy every second of it.

"Why am I punishing you then, baby boy?" you ask innocently.

"Because," Austin gulps, clearing his throat, "I said you were just a friend. And I lied."

You pat his cheek lovingly, "Good boy. I'm gonna show you anything but a friend tonight."

You grab a cock ring from the bedside drawer this time and slide it onto his hard-on slowly. Austin sucks in a sharp breath as he struggles against the handcuffs at the friction of the ring sliding down his shaft. You give him a few pumps just to tease him, and he moans loudly at the feeling.

"Fuck, Y/N," Austin throws his head back, exhaling shakily when you pull your hand away.

"I want you to watch me," you say, your fingers curling underneath the hem of your shirt in anticipation of taking it off.

Austin lifts his head back up, his eyelids heavy as he watches you remove your shirt and toss it into the floor next to his discarded clothing. You slowly move your arms behind your back to unclip your bra, exposing your breasts to the nippy air of the bedroom and Austin's hungry gaze. He forgets he's handcuffed and goes to grab at your breasts but struggles against the padded metal. A low groan leaves his throat in defeat.

"If you're a good boy, I'll let you enjoy them later," you smirk as you sit up off Austin's thighs and pull down your pants and underwear in one go, throwing them to the floor.

He stares at your body like it's the first time he's ever seen it, his eyes softening as he fights the cuffs from wanting to touch you again.

"You can look, but you can't touch until I say so, sweet boy," you whisper, settling back on his thighs.

You lean forward and run your finger across his bottom lip before sticking two fingers into Austin's mouth. He graciously accepts them, swirling his tongue around your digits sensually. You tap Austin's thigh with your other hand, signaling him to spread his legs for you. He obeys, his face revealing some uncertainty. You've done this before, but he sometimes gets a little nervous beforehand.

"We don't have to, baby," you say, taking your fingers from Austin's mouth, softly rubbing his thigh in a comforting manner, breaking your dominance for a moment.

"No," he says, swallowing thickly, "It feels good when you do it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Austin nods.

"Let me know if you need to stop, Aus," you say, repositioning yourself to lay on your stomach.

You spread Austin's legs farther apart, your fingers digging into his thighs gently. You begin to circle his entrance with one of the fingers you had in his mouth previously, his spit lubing your finger enough to slide it in with ease. Austin inhales sharply through his nose before exhaling slowly as he adjusts to the feeling of your finger prodding inside him.

"You're doing so good, baby boy," you whisper, kissing his thigh as you push your finger further in.

You move up a little to envelop Austin's dick into your mouth as you move your digit in and out of his tight asshole, mewls leaving his lips at the feeling of you. You swirl your tongue around his tip, lapping up the precum as you enter another spit-slicked finger. Austin lets out a strangled moan, throwing his head back against the pillows behind him as he wriggles his arms. He desperately wanted to tangle his fingers in your hair and choke you on his cock as you finger fuck him, but you're the one in control tonight. So, he obeys his orders and stays in the cuffs. With your free hand, you begin to massage his balls. The ring on his dick, along with your mouth, the feeling of your fingers scissoring inside, and your hand massaging him almost sends Austin over the edge. You feel him twitch in your mouth and pull away immediately. You remove your hand and fingers slowly, Austin immediately whining at the feeling of emptiness. Reaching for the bedside table one final time, you pull out the strap-on and some lube. Austin's eyes widen a little bit.

"You're really mad, huh?" he nearly squeaks.

"Not mad," you say, admiring the girth of the strap before attaching it onto your hips, positioning it to where you can feel the thrusts against your clit, "Just a little frustrated."

You squirt some lube onto your hands before rubbing them together, warming up the liquid before slicking the strap generously. Putting the tip against Austin's entrance, you give him a questioning look, ensuring he is okay to do this before moving further. He nods quickly, wanting to feel you inside of him. The emptiness from your fingers was becoming uncomfortable. You slowly slide into him, comfortingly running your hands along his thighs as he wiggles a little from the stretch. A filthy, lengthy moan escapes Austin's throat, his eyes not leaving where you're sheathed inside of him. His cock throbs underneath the ring, his tip becoming red and angry from lack of blood flow and the feeling of his ass being stretched deliciously. You finally bottom out, staying in that position for a moment before slowly sliding back out. You thrust forward, hitting Austin's prostate dead-on and eliciting a loud cry from him. Quickly, you cover his mouth, so the neighbors don't grow curious. You bite back a laugh as you gain a steady pace, the friction of fucking Austin pressing against your clit with every hip thrust.

"Fuck," you bite your lip, reaching a hand out to jerk him off with the timing of your thrusts, sending Austin into a near frenzy.

You take your other hand and grab hold of his throat, squeezing the sides lightly as you speed up your hips, Austin's eyes rolling into the back of his head with his mouth agape. He was constantly moaning and groaning underneath you, making noise with every breath he took. You decide to undo his handcuffs to allow him some movement, finally giving him unspoken permission to touch you. His hands fly to your breasts, squeezing them feverishly as you continue to fuck him senselessly.

"I'm gonna fucking cum so hard, please, Y/N," Austin whines, "I wanna cum."

"Would a friend let you cum, baby? Would you let them fuck you like this?" you snarl, removing your hand from his throat to let him speak as your hips snap into the backs of his thighs.

"Please?" he begs, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead.

"I'll let you cum soon, love. Just take this dick like a good boy, okay?" you take your hand and squish his cheeks, his lips puckering up. You hover over him, your lips just brushing over his teasingly as you thrust impossibly faster, not breaking eye contact.

Tears begin to well in Austin's eyes at the overstimulation, and you almost feel bad for him. Almost. You start feeling that familiar warm knot in your stomach unraveling, and you slide the cock ring off Austin. He hisses at the feeling of your hand pumping his length without restriction.

"You wanna cum? Hmm? Would you let just a friend watch you cum everywhere?" you squeeze his cheeks tighter, moving your lips by his ear, growling as you nibble the skin of it.

The feeling of the strap rubbing your clit ferociously and Austin toying with your breasts sends you into a full-body orgasm, your thighs shaking as Austin's follows soon after. Tears fall from his eyes onto his cheeks from the feeling of overstimulation. White stripes of cum continuously spurt from him for a few seconds from being pent up for so long, his chest becoming covered. You pull out of him slowly, removing the strap from your hips. Austin whines at the loss of fullness.

"Oh, baby, you did so well. So good," you praise Austin, wiping his tears as you press a loving kiss to his sweaty forehead.

He's a breathless, sweaty, and crying mess underneath you. If you could take a picture, you would, but you think you've done enough embarrassment for him tonight.

"I love you," Austin says weakly, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes, his voice wrecked from crying and yelling.

"I love you too," you say, now peppering kisses all over his freckled face, "Let's get you in the bath, love."

You climb off the bed, reaching your hand out for him to pull himself up. He slowly but surely sits up with a wince, his legs shaking as he tries to stand. You allow him to lean on you as you walk him to the bathroom. He was a sight right now with his hair in all directions, cum on his stomach, and a sheen of sweat all over his body. It gives you great satisfaction that it's your fault he's such a mess. You motion for him to sit on the toilet lid as you turn the faucet on, filling the tub with bubble bath liquid as the water runs. You exhale, puffing out your cheeks while looking over at Austin. He's already staring at you, his eyes filled with something you can't put your finger on.

"You feeling okay, babe?" you ask him, suddenly worried you did too much or maybe hurt him.

"I'm fine, just feeling fucked out," he chuckles, running a hand through his hair.

The bath fills up with water and bubbles, and you gently guide Austin into the tub first, letting him slowly sink into the warm water. You follow suit immediately after, having him move up, so you're sitting behind him. Gently, you take some soapy water and rub the skin of his back, chest, and stomach, washing away the remnants of tonight's activities. You run your hands along his arms, soaping up his whole body and massaging it in the process. Austin rests his head on your shoulder as you do so. Your heart flutters at his clinginess right now. He softly kisses your jaw as you wash off the soap.

"Did it really upset you that badly when I said you were just a friend?" Austin asks after a moment of silence.

"Actually, it did for some reason. I'm not sure why suddenly it bothers me," you say, "Maybe it's time."

"I just thought you still wanted to keep things under wraps, so I lied," he looks up at you.

"I thought you still wanted to keep things a secret, and that's why I didn't say anything in case I upset you," you say with a sigh.

"I'm comfortable with whatever you're down with, babe. If you're ready, I'm ready," Austin smiles, tucking your hair behind your ear with his head still on your shoulder.

"Okay," you say, "Maybe we should start telling people, then."

The two of you stay in the bathtub for a few more minutes until Austin decides he wants to go to bed. You help him out of the tub and dry him off despite his protests, but you argue that you need to take care of him tonight. So he eventually gave up on his argument. After you're both dried off and in bed, Austin curls up next to you as you pull him into your chest, your arms wrapped around him protectively.

"I love you," Austin mumbles, his voice heavy with sleep.

"I love you too, sweet boy," you say against his ear.

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Can you please do another follow up on the interview drama? Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top

"Guys I'm really gay."

They've been drinking for a number of hours. Drained a few bottles at this point, sprawled out on the floor and couches in the living room.

"Wait, you thought we didn't know you were gay?" Esther asks, confused as she lifts her head from the floor.

Lan lifts his own, looking panicked. "What?"

"We know you're gay," Lily tells him.

"Smokey and the Bandit," Ethan chimes in.

"Wh-"

"I took you to see Smokey and the Bandit," Ethan goes on, laughing from the couch. "Lan, you were smitten."

Lan stares around at his siblings.

"No one could blame you," Kitty assures him. "Burt Reynolds is really sexy."

"It's the mustache," Lily agrees.

"Honestly, I'm a little jealous," Esther chimes in again. "I wanted to be the gay one."

"You-"

"Men are terrible," Esther cuts him off.

"Wait, does everyone know?" Lan asks, still completely flabbergasted.

"None of the grandparents guessed," Ethan tells him. "And lucky you, you only have to tell one of them. Unless you wanna tell Sally. I don't think she'd care much."

"But you're being safe, right?" Lily asks worriedly. "The Aids thing isn't getting better, and Reagan is still choosing to ignore the problem."

"I only have the one partner," Lan assures her. "And we've both been tested a couple of times."

"Don't die please," Lily says.

"Doing my best," Lan tells her. "God, I can't believe you all knew all this time. Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you didn't say anything," Kitty shrugs with a giggle. "What were we supposed to do, point at you and announce it at Yom Kippur dinner?"

"Not that you've been to Yom Kippur dinner in the last couple of years," Esther comments. "Busy movie star that you are."

Len sighs heavily. "Do you think the parents know?"

"Oh, Daddy definitely knows," Lily tells him. "Your dad once mentioned a matchmaker and Daddy blew coffee out his nose."

"Ow," Lan flinches.

"Many, many worse things have gone up and come out that nose," Kitty comments. "He was fine."

"Pop is gonna lose his shit," Lan mutters, pressing the palms of his hands to his eyes. "It's times like these I wish I was a Weissman-Bruce. Midge would not care."

"She'd wrap you in cellophane and ask for the sexual history of everyone you know," Ethan comments. "She's terrified for Uncle Shy right now."

"I'm really fine, you guys," Lan grumbles.

"Keep being fine, please," Kitty insists. She sits up and huffs. "Who wants more whiskey?"

Ethan's hand shoots up, as does Lily's.

"Five people, all aware that addictions runs in every branch of their family," Lan jokes.

"Wait, Mei's family, too?" Esther asks.

"Opium, back in China," Lan explains.

"Well, here's to bad habits," Kitty states, as she refills everyone's glasses.

*****

When Lan opens his eyes again, sunshine is streaming through the smudged windows, and he can smell French toast from the kitchen.

He feels like a little kid again, slumped around with his siblings, delicious smells in the air, and Midge and Lenny's voices - low and soft - coming from the other room.

The aroma of coffee has him pulling himself to his feet. He thought he'd be more hungover, but he actually feels okay. The combination of a handful of aspirin sometime in the night, and good quality liquor making things feel a little easier, most likely.

"Hey, we have a life one," Lenny comments, grinning at him.

"Well, that's one less funeral to plan so soon," Midge jokes, zooming by and kissing Lan's cheek. "Hi, sweetie."

"You guys don't look mad," Lan says, frowning.

Lenny snorts. "Do you know how many times people have said I'm gonna die soon? You're far from the first, and you won't be the last."

"You just have to learn how to give less shitty interviews," Midge tells him, handing him a cup of coffee. "God, this place is not in good shape anymore. Every since Paulie retired..."

"Maybe we should just buy the bungalow," Lenny suggests. "Fix it up nice, give it some love, have a good place for vacations and whatnot."

"It's not the worst idea," Midge grins, before looking at Lan. "How are you? How's LA?"

"LA is good. I'm...I feel awful about that interview," he tells her. "The stuff they said about Mama, and Lenny and Ethan...and then they did a deep-dive on Maisel and Roth and..."

"There are just some journalists who will do anything to get ahead," Midge tells him. "There was this one woman who used to trash every show I ever did."

"Ah, L. Roy Dunham," Lenny muses. "When she trashed Midge's first Gordon Ford appearance, she got so much hate mail, they had to fire her from the Daily News."

"And she died last year," Midge adds. "Food poisoning. Bad pork."

Lan frowns as he sips his coffee. "So...if you're not mad..."

Midge takes a breath and smooths out her dress. "There's a lot of stuff that you kids don't know, that...well..you're all adults now... Lily is nineteen for god's sake, so...it's time. Once your parents get here, and everyone's been fed and given hangover cures, we'll all talk."

Lan nods.

"You know the best thing about being the first up is first dibs on the shower," Lenny tells him.

Lan lifts an playfully eyebrow. "Lenny, are you telling me I smell?"

"I absolutely am. Go."

Lan laughs and takes his coffee upstairs.

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A Wonderful Night

Google x reader, femme

This is a gift for my friend. She bought me Game Theory merch and I thought this would make a decent “thank you”.

Warnings: none

You and your android partner had been together for a while now. He decided it was finally time to go through with the idea he had been planning. He’d gotten some of the others to help of course. He asked Wilford what kind of outfit he should be wearing “Well, you got to wear a three piece of course! Maybe with some added blue accents. Got to stick with your brand after all!” He responds. “Thanks Wil.” Google replied. Next, he went to Dark to ask where he should take you. “I know this illustrious place that she’d love. It’s got it all, delicious food, and drink. Along with a live band that takes requests.” Dark states.

Giving Dark a thumbs up, Google made his way to his room. He went to his wardrobe and got out the one suit he had. After he had put on the suit, he went back to Dark and asked if he could borrow a blue tie. Which of course, Dark obliged. He passed by Bing as he was making his way to your room. Bing stopped him and asked if tonight was going to be the night. He nodded his head. “Right on, dude!” Bing exclaimed.

He had asked you to dress nicely. So, you had put on your nicest clothing and got all done up. He straightened out his suit and knocked on your door. “Love, are you ready?” He asked. Opening the door, you replied “Ready as I’ll ever be.” He let his eyes wander your body. God, he thought you looked stunning. He offered you his arm, which you gladly accepted.

The both of you had made it to the place Dark recommended. Quaint is how you would describe it. Not too loud or too quiet, just the right amount of noise. The two of you were sat by the hostess. The waiter handed you the menus “I’ll be back to take your orders.” She said. Giving a small smile, you begin to look at what you want. “Who recommended this place?” You ask. “Oh, Dark did.” Google replied. “Yeah, that tracks.” You state with a small laugh. Soon, your waiter was back and took your orders. You two made small talk throughout the dinner. Reminiscing on all the memories you shared. Him being an android meant that he could remember every little detail.

As you rambled away, talking about whatever you had on your mind at the time, he stared at you in content. How did he get this lucky, he often thought to himself. You were perfect for him. You two fit so well together. Everyone at the central thought so at least. “…and that’s when Jim broke his microphone. God, it was so funny.” You had finished the story you were telling.

You two had finished. After going up and paying, he took you to the garden that the restaurant had. The band was faint in the background, but you could still make out the notes of Ed Sheeran’s “Perfect”. He grabbed your hands and pulled you close into him. “God, you’re beautiful. I hope you know that.” He comments while you two sway to the music. You hide your smile in his chest. He tilted your head up “I mean it, love. I don’t know how I got so lucky to be with you.”

Your heart was fluttering along with your stomach. Oh, how you loved him. Being in his presence made you feel at ease, safe you could say. Every time you came home from a stressful day of work, he’d do everything in his power to relax you. Whether that be taking you for a walk or just letting you curl up close to him.

“You’re just so good to me, you know? I love you so much. I don’t know where I would be without you.” He comments. “I love you too.” You respond. He then pulls you in for a kiss, which you gladly accepted. You had broken the kiss. You notice him fish through his pants pocket. What he pulled out was a small square box. Your eyes went wide as he got down on one knee. “I-I’ve been thinking about this for a while now” he starts “we’ve been together for what seems like a lifetime. When you walked into my life, I was lost. I had no direction. Every day that went by I lost more and more hope in finding someone. Someone to call my better half. Then there you were, sitting in the coffee shop. It took a lot of convincing from both Wilford and Jim to ask you out but I’m glad I did. I love you so much. What I’m trying to get to asking you is, will you marry me?” He asks. With a small gasp, you offer your hand and whispered through tears “Yes.” He got up and put the ring on your finger.

You two had gathered a crowd that you hadn’t noticed. There was suddenly a roar of claps and “woo’s”. You covered your mouth with your now ringed finger as you smiled. ‘What is my life?’ you thought to yourself as you two left the restaurant.

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A Taste of Heaven Part 4

A dessert called vanilla slice is mentioned, this is a crazy yummy Australian sweet. If you've never had it, look for a country women's asocation recipe.

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Part 3

Contains: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff.

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After years of study and effort, you finally secure your dream job, as one of the head curators at the best museum in New York. After inheriting a huge brownstone you're looking for a roommate when your best friend Ubbe comes up with a suggestion, his younger brother Hvitserk. Better yet, you're a food historian and he's a three Michelin star chef.

When you got to the museum, there were police cars and fire trucks everywhere and an ambulance at the door. You ran up to the back, Bob the security guard was on a gurney, his head bleeding and his hands wrapped.

"Oh my God what happened?" Bob's face fell, "five men broke in. I tried to fight them off but they hit me over the head. I tried to put out the fires but.." He lifted his bandaged hands. "None of that matters, I'll make sure you keep your job. No matter how much the exhibits are worth, you're worth more."

You walked into your department only to be greeted by a mess of burnt paper and twisted metal. Half the exhibits had been burnt to the ground and the others were smashed to pieces.

A police officer came up to you, her voice was soft but she seemed rushed, "do you have any idea who would have done this?" You were lost for words, "there were protesters here today, try them. When can we start cleaning up?"

She was writing in her notepad, "not for a few days, this place is a crime scene and it needs to be processed." You closed your eyes, willing the vision in front of you to go away.

"My friend has been badly hurt, there are millions of dollars of damage here, and thousands of priceless artefacts ruined. You need a special team to help you or you'll do more damage."

She waved over her partner, "we'll get right on that, once I've taken your statement you can go home."

You gave your statement to an uncaring officer, "so the last thing you said to these people before you left was inflammatory?" You clenched your jaw, "yes, but I'm not the only one who firebombed a public building, quit blaming me and do your job."

You walked away, sitting down at your half-broken desk and called Hvitserk.

"Can you come and pick me up please." Hvitserk could hear the distress in your voice, "I'll be there as soon as I can.

Hvitserk must have sped because he was there in record time. When he got there, you were sitting on the curb, the department having been shut down for crime scene techs.

Seeing him running up to you was the last straw, between all the fundraiser and the new menu, the mess with protests, all the projects and then this, it was too much. Hvitserk was kneeling at your feet and pulling you into his arms

"It's horrible, decades long projects destroyed, irreplaceable artifacts gone and millions of dollars in damage. The money for the fundraiser won't even cover half of it. I'll be lucky if any of us have jobs after this. And Bob, poor Bob, he has a family to feed and he can't work."

Hvitserk hugged you tighter, "we'll sort it out, I'll call my father and he'll get our lawyers onto it. No one's going to lose their job and the department will be rebuilt." You went to interput, "my family is worth almost a hundred million dollars combined y/n, any costs here will be a drop in the ocean."

"But…" He pulled away enough to hold your head in his hands, "no buts, you might as well accept the help now because if you go at this alone you will hurt everyone. You will break Ubbe's heart if you don't let him help you and Ivar will never speak to you again."

You nodded, "ok, can we go home now?" He helped you up, "sure, I put on some chiken soup and run you a bath too, how does that sound?"

"I'd like that."

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Hvitserk cooked while you had a quick shower and then a soak in the bath, you could smell the roast chicken coming through the house. When you came down to the dining room, he was just putting on the finishing touches.

"You feeling better?" You nodded softly, "sort of, I'm so worried about Bob, they said his burn might be third degree, I've known him since I started working there just after college, he wrote me a letter recommending me for the head position." Hvitserk put the bowl down and brought his hands to your face.

"You're in shock, you had to deal with the protesters today and now this. You need food and sleep. Our lawyer will be here tomorrow to make sure the cops don't screw you and the department over and then you can get to cleaning up. We can even hold another fundraiser."

You went to oppose again but Hvitserk wasn't having it. "That's enough, we've been over this." He put the bowl in front of you and sat down, your legs touching.

You picked up a spoon of chicken soup and blew to cool it down, "this is really good." He smiled, "Helga, Floki's wife started up a business that gets home-cooked food to people in need, this is one of her most popular recipes."

"I hope no one thinks I'm taking advantage of you, I had no idea your family was so wealthy." Hvitserk shook his head aggressively, "are you kidding me? After everything you've done for us. Being Ubbe's friend for all those years, getting Ivar into that clinical trial, letting me live here without being asked. We would never think that."

You nodded, "I could never show how grateful I am for all of you." He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pressed himself into you

"You don't have to, we know."

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Hvitserk spent the night in your room, holding you while you slept. But while you got a sleep born from bone-deep exhaustion, he seethed with rage.

He knew how hard you worked, it's all he heard for Ubbe when he talked about you. He knew how much you cared for your colleagues, you were very open about it. There was no way he was going to let it slide.

He managed to get a few hours before you had to wake up and met the lawyers, they were coming to your home along with some of Hvitserk's family. You had just finished your morning coffee when they arrived, "Hello Dr y/n, I'm Harold and this is my brother Halfdan, we're the Lothbroks' lawyer. Can we come in?"

You waved them inside, Ubbe, Bjorn and Aslaug following after, "I'm sorry that this is the first time some of you are seeing our home." Aslaug waved her hand, "there's nothing to fret about, it's happened this way for a reason."

That was cryptic but Hvitserk said his mother had a way of knowing things. "I've already looked over everyone's statements, it looks like an open and shut case of break and enter, arson and felony property damage. Do you know why the protesters were there?"

You nodded, "we just released an exhibit on the foods of early America, needless to say, the honest look at our history offended a lot of people." Harold showed you a photo, "do you know this man?" You nodded, "yeah he's a conservative radio host, he spend a whole week complaining when the museum put on an institute-wide exhibit on the history of prisons in the US."

Harold looked at his brother, "this man may have instigated the incident." You shook your head, "does that mean he has to pay for everything to be fixed?" Harold clapped his hands, "yes and you'll be pleased to know that the museum has also taken us on. We'll be suing him not only on your behalf but on behalf of the security guard who was hurt and the museum."

Ok something was up

"This only happened last night and the museum has its own lawyers, what's going on here? You have more information than typical for the timeline and you already have a suspect. Not even the cops are that far along.

Aslaug smiled, "we never intended to tell you but the large donations you received were from us. Lagertha and I have donated millions the women's history department but that pales in compassion to how much we have given collectively. They have every reason to accept our help."

This was overwhelming, "fucking shit, I applaud you for never telling a soul but I would have liked to have sent you a fruit basket." She laughed, "well you're coming to dinner on Saturday so if you bring one of your cakes that's all the thanks we need."

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Saturday morning came and you got up early to start baking, "how's Bob?" Hvitserk came behind you, wrapping his arms around your body, "much much better, he should be back at work in two months." Hvitserk put his chin on your shoulder, "thank the Gods. What are you going to bake?" You were chopping the butter for the puff pastry.

"Vanilla slice, I learned the recipe when I went to Australia to learn about bush tucker which is part of the diet of first nation Australians." Hvitserk reached past you and swiped a bit of custard off the spoon.

"Shit this is good." You giggled, "wait till I add the pasty and the passion fruit icing, it will blow your mind." Hvitserk turned his head, pressing kisses to your neck.

"Really, I've thought we should do an international dessert menu. Is it a grandma's recipe or a supermarket thing?" You could feel how warm his skin was, "grandma, all the way. The woman who taught me got the passion fruit from here backyard, it grows over there like a weed."

Hvitserk was pretty insistent that the only dishes served came from people's homes. One of his hands rubbed your hip, "I swear woman, you are a wellspring of information." The hand on your hip moved to lift your shirt, "can the cooking wait?"

You shook your head, "Vitty, I'm making butter puff, you know it can't." He lips grazed your ear, "put the dough in the fridge and get back to it later, I've done it a million times before."

You giggled, "I need to get this done, if I stop now, I can't guarantee you'll be able to leave the bedroom." His eyebrows went up, "oh really, is there something you had in mind?" You turned, kissing him on the lips, "so so much, but we need to have a conversation about some things before it gets there." Hvitserk nodded, "I'd like that."

You gave him one last kiss, "great, now I need to get back to cooking, I promised your mum."

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"Oh hello, it's so good to see you again." Ragnar wrapped you in his embrace, "the pleasure is all mine, I can't thank you enough for all your help." He waved his hand, "nonsense, you have been a faithful friend to my sons, we should be thanking you."

Lagertha appeared behind her husband and took the slice from your arms, "fridge?" You nodded, "please, it's meant to be served cold."

The dinner was lovely. Everyone helped with the cooking and the table was full of food when you were ready to sit down and eat. "I wish parents taught their kids like you guys did, running tours for boys highschool is like pulling teeth."

Lagertha laughed, "I can imagine, what's the most ridiculous question you've been asked?" You could recall so many, "how do you tell the difference between salt and sugar. He didn't even think about tasting it." Ivar shook his head, "the idiocy must get frustrating."

"Not really, kids ask silly questions all the time, and I don't really believe in stupid questions. It's the adults that get to me." Bjorn nodded in agreement, "yeah, adults always say the most stupid thing when I teach the survival classes."

You shook your head, "I'll just bet, what the worst question you've been ask?" Bjorn screwed up his face with an unpleasant memory, "a whole lot of poop and sex questions." You cringed, "oh gross, but I will say there's a lot of sex questions at work too."

Hvitserk's face was just a little pink, "any questions about how to poison someone?" Of course Ivar would ask that, "hell yeah, I passed two people on to the police because I suspected they were planning on killing someone, I was right both times."

Their eyes went wide, "shit, reminded me never to piss you off." You laughed, "don't worry Siggy, I'd never adulterate food, it's your drinks you'd have to watch."

The rest of the night went on much the same, each of you sharing silly stories about work and the people you had met along the way. By the time you had to go home, you were yawning every few minutes.

"Thank you so much for having me." They all gave you warm smiles, "we're glad you could come. We expect you to be here the same time next week."

Hvitserk drove home, when you got in you were ready to sleep. "you want me to spend the night with you again?" You nodded, you had been sharing a bed since the break in. "yes please, no funny business."

He smiled, "never, we have to talk about it before hand anyway." You pressed a kiss to your lips.

"How about in the morning?" He nodded, "great."

Part 5

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— when they're asked about you in an interview

gn!reader | timeskip bokuto, kenma, atsumu, osamu, suna, sakusa note from nia: oh to have a famous boyfriend who's hopelessly in love w me even on camera for the world to see o)-(

✧* BOKUTO's eyes light up (even more than usual) at the chance to gush over you. "is it safe to assume you're excited to go home to your partner after this win? how's our favourite couple doing?" he grins and his grip on the mic tightens a little, "i am! we're doing super great and i still love them as much as usual, which you probably know by now." the crowd laughs a little at his comment, but he seems to ignore them and the camera flashes while he continues with a love-struck gaze, "i miss them and eating dinner together and seeing them when i wake up and, y'know, just being with them. they texted me after the game you know?" bokuto looks up suddenly. his eyes flicker between the cameras, "baby! i know you'll see this eventually so i just want you t'know i love you! i promise i'll treat you to something when i come back!"

✧* KENMA blinks, "my—? ah, uhm...we're alright, yeah." to be honest, all he wanted was to be home with you right now, but he's never been super vocal about your relationship—he kept most comments and news to streams where fans might see your head pop in sometimes. he's gone through enough interviews that he doesn't usually slip up on it, but sometimes they'll ask about something specific and he can't help himself. "in your recent stream, i saw you guys were talking about them playing with you and some other pros. are you excited about it?" a soft smile forms on his lips at the thought of your face when he proposed the idea, "yeah, we wanted to do something like a charity stream, maybe. we don't usually get the opportunity to do something like this together so i hope you all look forward to it."

✧* ATSUMU may love talking about himself and how well he spiked the ball near the end of a match, but talking or thinking about you is second to nothing. "my partner? they're as great as they usually are. still bringin' me lunch and kissing me goodbye before practice, thank god," he sighs dramatically, grinning when he's met with laughter. "lucky catch, huh, miya?" atsumu's never been the best with words, but he wishes he could tell everyone on the planet about how right the interviewer was, "the luckiest." and he knew not every interviewer had honest intentions—that they were just doing their job—but atsumu couldn't help but mentally thank them for what he got to do at the end of the interview each time. "babe! ya better be ready to give me a dozen kisses when i win this next match, alright? love ya!"

✧* OSAMU has a hand on his hip while the other scratches the back of his neck, "well, they're not in right now, but sometimes you'll catch 'em helping me out around the shop." he doesn't know how many times he's talked about how you got together and what opening the restaurant was like, but he never minded small questions about you. "better than having to talk about my idiot brother," he'd say while leaving a kiss on your temple. the interviewer says "they must be lucky to have you and your onigiri, huh?" and he lets out a small laugh, "oh yeah, they better appreciate me and my craft." his smile softens as he turns to glance at the store front, "but, uh, no, i'm the lucky one. don't know where i'd be without 'em, to be honest." he takes a mental note to save some of your favourite for dinner tonight.

✧* SUNA reaches for the bracelet on his wrist at the mention of your name, "mm, i've been away from home for a while now, to be honest. i just hope they haven't started stealing and using my things more than they already do." his lips quirk into a smile when he thinks of you watching, probably doing exactly what he says he fears the most. he hopes you can tell it's a lie by his voice and the way his eyes flicker to your initials on the bracelet you gave him months ago. "what are you going to do when you finally see them again?" suna's mind seems to hesitate, trying to choose between making another joke or being sincere. ultimately he lightly sighs and leans back before responding, "just drag them to bed so we can sleep, probably. i miss that more than any of the other stuff."

✧* SAKUSA is quick to respond, "we're doing fine. i'm happy with them." your relationship isn't something he's afraid to talk about—sakusa just enjoys his privacy and is always looking out for your own safety. his teammates look at him but he refuses to meet their gaze, knowing full well they'll try to tease him given the chance (though he can feel their stares burning holes through him.) the interviewer only continues, "their birthday's coming up soon, isn't it? will you make it home in time to see them?" he hesitates for a second, not because he's unsure of his answer but because he suddenly remembered he has to check on your gift. sakusa nods, the only thing on his mind being your smile when you see what he has planned, "that's not even a question—of course i will."

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Sometimes You Just Need Somebody (e.b)

Summary: Everyone had someone at the 118, a place to go, a partner to go home to. And it makes Buck begin to wonder; who’s his somebody?

AN: inspired by the season 3 episode where he meets Red because it’s probably one of my favorite Buck moments

I’m so sorry I’ve been so absent, my personal life kind of imploded for a little bit lol but it is starting to get better. I’ll be working on part 2 of my Ace fic ‘I’m Here’ and chapter 4 of my Tommy Shelby series! This was in the drafts and i felt like i needed to post something.

Buck was coming off a large high after saving a woman from a burning building. He was the city’s hero and all he wanted to do was celebrate with his 118 family. Though sometimes he forgets that they have wives, girlfriends, children, and he doesn’t. The only person he really has is himself.

He had you though. His best friend, person who knows him almost as much as Maddie. It was the cheesiest and most cliche story in the book, but Buck was in love with his best friend. He met you on a call during the earthquake two years ago. You flagged them down because your dog was trapped in your house still when the earthquake hit.

Never has he seen a woman run out into the middle of the street and in front of a fire engine for a dog. Buck and the rest of the team exchanged glances before Buck got out of the truck. You were in hysterics, explaining how your St. Bernard was stuck on the second floor of your home and the stairs were blocked off.

The 118 was on the way back to the firehouse to refuel, Buck thought you were pretty, so he helped you. Two weeks later you and your dog ran into him while on a walk on one of his days off. The rest was history.

So when he was left alone to celebrate his victory, the first person he thought of was you. You probably watched it on the news and waited for his shift to end to call.

And like clockwork, the second he stepped out of the building, his phone rang. He saw your name and picture pop up on his screen and smile made its way to his face.

“Hello?” He answered. “Oh my god! I knew you were good but I didn’t know you were a freaking action hero!” You spoke loudly into the phone. “Well it’s good to hear your voice too.” He teased.

“That was literally something out of Mission Impossible. It was amazing! Reckless and terrifying, but amazing nonetheless.” You said. “Thank you, thank you. It felt really good to save her.” Buck replied. “How about we go and celebrate tonight?” You suggested.

Buck’s smile widened at your words, it’s as if you read his mind. And though he wanted to go out with you, a part of him wanted to live that domestic bliss that everyone else around him had.

“Or, I could come over with some takeout and we can have a night in.” He said. “That sounds even better. I gotta walk Max but after that feel free to come over.” You replied. “I’ll come with you. The adrenaline still hasn’t worn off.” He told you.

“Well look at you, Buckley. First you offer me food and then to walk my dog? Sounds like you’re trying to seduce me.” You joked. “Trust me, Y/N. You’d know if I was trying to seduce you.” Buck said. “Yeah because you’re such a charmer.” You replied.

Buck told you he’d see you soon and the two of you said your goodbyes. As he got in his car after the phone call, all he could feel was butterflies. He felt butterflies every time he was preparing to see you or spend time with you.

You felt the same way. As basic as it sounded you had deep feelings for Buck. He was handsome, he made you laugh, he cared about you, and he was kind even to strangers.

What’s there not to love about Evan Buckley?

Buck met you at your front door as you were heading outside with Max.

“World famous firefighter Evan Buckley at my front door? Well isn’t it my lucky day.” You spoke. Buck smiled down at you before lowering down to pet your dog.

“There’s nowhere Id rather be.” He said. “You flatter me.” You commented. You handed him Max’s leash and the two of you began to walk down the sidewalk.

“So, where’s the rest of the 118?” You asked as you walked. “Bobby is with Athena, Hen is with Karen, Eddie is helping Christopher with a sleepover and Chimney is whooing my sister.” Buck explained.

You could see that the fact that all of his ‘people’ had someone or something to go home to made him feel a bit hurt. You knew that Buck had a bit of a habit of feeling lonely or feeling as if he was by himself.

“Hey, you know you always have me. Any day, any time. I know that sometimes it’s easy to feel alone. But as long as we got each other you’ll never be alone.” You told him. “I know. And I’m glad I have you because sometimes I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He said. “Suffer immensely.” You replied.

Buck laughed lightly and you looped your arm with his as you walked. The whole thing felt so normal and as if you had done it a thousand times before. You liked how it felt to just be with Buck in a way that was so mundane. I was the little things that made you appreciate him.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?” Buck asked. “Of course you can.” You said. Buck took a deep breath, afraid of how you’d react. But he was feeling on top of the world and he just wanted you to know how he felt about you.

“I love you. I love you as more than a friend, I guess I have for a while I just didn’t know how to tell you. Everyone in my life has someone to go home to and I thought I didn’t but when I think about that, I think of you. You’re my somebody, the person I want to come home to. And if that freaks you out and you don’t feel the same way, we could just forget it ever happened.” He confessed.

You stopped walking and looked up at Buck with an expression he couldn’t quite read. “A-And I definitely freaked you out. I’m sorry I just I needed to tell you and-“ He started before you cut him off by pressing your lips against his. He was taken aback at first but he realized what was happening, he kissed you back.

“I take it you feel the same way?” Buck questioned when you parted. “I feel the same way. No matter how cliche it is.” You laughed. “How long?” He asked. “Do you believe in love at first sight? Because I think it was when you scaled the side of my house to save Max.” You answered. “Really? Because for me, I think it was when you ran in front of a 20 ton fire truck.” Buck said.

“Definitely not my finest moment but I’d do it again.” You spoke. “You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t.” He replied.

Before you could say anything else, Max started to whine, wanting to continue his walk rather than standing still. “We should probably get going. You still owe me some take out.” You said. “On one condition,” Buck started. “Say you’ll be my girlfriend.” He finished. “Evan Buckley, I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend.” You told him.

“Oh and I love you too.” You added. “I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that.” Buck commented. “Good. Because I’ll never get tired of saying it.” You said.

Buck smiled at you before leaning in to kiss you once more before heading home.

He always thought that he never had his somebody. The person he goes home to at the end of a shift, the reason he strives to make it back after tough calls. But that person had always been you, it just took him some time realize it.

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PURE [3] - Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

A/N: Over 1 thousand notes. You guys are insane. I can’t see any other explanation.

Thank you so much for all the love and support under the previous parts, all those comments just absolutely made my day! I would never expect this story to receive such a positive feedback, which I’m extremely grateful for!

Anyway, I decided to add some additional plot to this story - mainly, the sudden criticism and hate directed on Y/N after the last Among Us stream. I thought it would make things more interesting.

That being said, I hope you enjoy the third part ^^

part 1

part 2

part 4

part 5

PURE [3]

Y/N stared at her phone screen, reading through the latest tweets of her friends inviting their fans to watch their streams. It was Thursday evening and just as it was planned, everyone was getting ready for another game of Among Us. Just as she would do if it wasn’t for all those comments...

The last stream caused sudden, unexpected amounts of attention on her social media. She probably shouldn’t be that surprised by it, given the fact that by appearing in Sean’s and Felix’s videos she wasn’t all that strange to their fans. But people who watched Rae, Toast, or Corpse’s streams didn’t know her. And apparently, some of them weren’t that happy to see a new face among the group of well-known gamers.

She always tried to avoid the unnecessary spotlight as much as she could, preferring to stay hidden somewhere behind other, much more popular streamers. And it never bothered her. She was never one to enjoy too much attention anyway.

That’s why when she discovered how upset, or even angry, some people were when she played with all those famous streamers, she was quite shocked, to say the least.

Like all those comments under Poki’s tweet, in which she mentioned who’s gonna be playing this time...

“Duh, why’s that Y/N chick supposed to play with them again? There are at least hundreds of other, much more popular streamers I can think of who would be better than her.”

“Who the fuck is she anyway? Why’s she there?”

“lmao, some random girl who got lucky enough to know jacksepticeye. Don’t get why she’s playing with them though.”

“NOT HER AGAIN. I SWEAR TO GOD SHE WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYING LAST TIME”

Sure, she wasn’t as famous as Felix, or Sean, or Rae, or anyone else for that matter. Her audience wasn’t very small, but it was nothing compared to the number of fans other YouTubers had. It was understandable that most people didn’t know who she was, and didn’t understand why she was there in the first place.

She was, in fact, just some random girl who was lucky to have Sean as her friend. But in a group of such great and well-known streamers, she definitely stood out like a sore thumb.

Y/N almost jumped in her seat when her phone beeped with a new message, Sean’s nickname showing up at the top of her screen.

Jackaboy: We’re starting in a few kiddo

Jackaboy: But join the call now so we can both make fun of Felix

After the last game, she was so excited and couldn’t wait for this evening. She looked forward to cooperating with Sykkuno again, to arguing with Toast, to laughing with Sean and Felix, to murdering other people with Corpse... Yet now, all this excitement seemed to vanish just like the mood to play, let alone talk with other people. They would surely see right through her and try to make her spill the beans, which would ruin the stream. And the last thing she wanted was to ruin their game.

Jackaboy: You there Y/N??

She sighed, thinking of some believable excuse that wouldn’t arouse suspicion, but her mind was flooded with all those comments and DMs she received over those past days, which expressed nothing but hatred towards her.

Y/N: I’m really sorry Sean, but I don’t think I will be joining you today... I don’t feel very well.

She waited for Sean’s reply impatiently, expecting him to send her some angry emoji or tell her to move her ass and join the discord call. What she didn’t expect though, was that he would facetime her.

Her first instinct was to throw her phone across the room as if it would make Sean stop calling. He wouldn’t stop unless she’d tell him the truth.

So she cleared her throat and plastered the widest smile on her face, before answering his call.

“Alright, what is going on?” Sean asked right away, staring at her with his brows furrowed. He wasn’t in his recording room, but in his kitchen, which meant that he left his stream to call her. “And please don’t tell me you’re sick cause I won’t believe it anyway. And neither will Pewds.”

“I’m tired, Sean... I was working late again and I really need to rest.” she lied, trying to keep her voice steady and calm. She really didn’t want Sean to interrogate her now, not when his fans were waiting for him. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else though. Please tell the guys that I’m sorry”

“Y/N, c’mon, cut this bullshit. What’s wrong?” he asked softly, moving his phone closer to his face. “You know you’re a terrible liar, just tell me what happened. If you don’t wanna play then neither do I.”

“Sean, please don’t do it” she shook her head with a sigh. “Your fans are waiting for you, I’ll be fine.”

“Well they’re waiting for you too you dummy, I already promised them you’ll be playing with us tonight” he stated matter of factly, rolling his eyes. Y/N remained silent for a moment, and Sean suddenly furrowed his brows, narrowing his eyes at her in a suspicious look. “Did someone tell you something rude last time we played? Who and what?”

“What? No, Sean, oh my God. Everyone was super nice, it has nothing to do with the last stream... not with you guys, at least.” she mumbled under her breath, dropping her eyes from Sean’s confused face.

“What do you mean not with you guys? Y/N, what the hell happened?” he demanded, slowly getting more and more worried. She wouldn’t tell him though, too scared that Sean would just laugh it off, even though he also sometimes had problems with dealing with hate. And just as if he was reading her mind, Sean sighed, his face softening in a sad smile. “You’ve read the comments, didn’t you?”

She felt so stupid for being so easily offended by comments of some random people on the Internet, that she just nodded her head meekly, still looking anywhere but at the man.

“Look kiddo... I’m not gonna tell you to get yourself together and just ignore them, cause it won’t help, and I know cause I’ve been there. Hell, I’m still there.” he chuckled to himself and continued “Anyway, you really shouldn’t be worrying yourself about people who don’t even know you. They don’t know you, Y/N, why would some complete stranger’s opinion matter to you?”

“They said I shouldn’t be playing with you guys... that I’m nothing but a burden and you should be playing with someone who’s at least recognizable.”

“Well excuse me Miss, last time I checked I could choose who the fuck I want to play with.” Sean scoffed, clearly irritated by such comments “You’re one of my best friends Y/N and I don’t give a fuck what some haters say. And neither should you.”

“Maybe you should just invite someone else... It would make everyone happy.” she muttered almost inaudibly, but Sean almost barked at her when he heard her words.

“I told you to cut that bullshit, Y/N! Everyone couldn’t wait for this game and now you wanna back out? C’mon, kid. Do you have any idea how heartbroken Sykkuno’s gonna be? When you left so quickly last time, he kept complaining that he has no one to team up with.” she couldn’t help but smile at that, letting out a tiny giggle. “And Corpse? Have you even seen his last tweet?”

“What? No, I- I don’t follow him...” she said, wondering what Sean was talking about. She quickly searched for Corpse on Twitter, still being on facetime with Sean, and her heart almost dropped when she saw the last tweet.

@.Corpse_Husband Really excited for tonight’s Among Us stream, 8PM PST.

Jacksepticeye

Valkyrae

Pewdiepie

Pokimane

Sykkuno

Disguised Toast

Logic

Mr Beast

and, hopefully, my partner in crime - Little Y/N

She stared at the screen with her eyes widened, and her lips corners curling up in a small, bashful smile. It was so nice of Corpse to mention her as well, especially with the nickname that he seemed to like so much since their last game.

“God, if you could see yourself right now. How’s it that my pep talk didn’t do shit, but Corpse’s tweet magically made you smile, ugh.” Sean reminded her of his presence, and she quickly returned to the call, trying to somehow control her burning cheeks.

“It’s not like that, Sean, I really appreciate that you’re trying to cheer me up... I just didn’t expect your friends to like me...” she admitted quietly, and if Sean could, he would probably strangle her at that moment.

“I JUST TOLD YOU THAT SYKKUNO KEPT BUGGING ME ABOUT YOU FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS. YOU THINK HE WOULD TALK ABOUT YOU IF HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU?!”

“I just... what if they’re just being nice, but they don’t actually want me to play with them?”

“I’m done.” Sean groaned, shaking his head furiously. “Alright, here’s what you’re gonna do. You stay away from your phone, join the discord call, say hi to everyone, and we’re all gonna have fun, okay? If not, Pewds is gonna murder you, cause he was already growing impatient even before I called you.”

“I’m still not sure if that’s a good idea, Sean...”

“But I am sure, Y/N! Now come on, we’re playing in five. I’m telling everyone you’re joining as well.”

And before she could even reply, he hung up. Y/N groaned, rushing to her computer to turn it on. Now it would just be plain rude not to join the game, especially after Sean wasted his time talking with her, while he should be talking to his fans. Just as he suggested, she kept her phone far away from her desk, deciding to stay away from Twitter and all those comments for a bit. Maybe it would help her clear her mind and at least try to have some fun.

An invite to the group call was already waiting for her, along with a message from Sean with a code to the game. Y/N put her headphones on before joining the call and quickly typing in the code.

“... so let me repeat myself. I ALWAYS sound guilty, no matter what. Please, guys, don’t vote me out!”

Y/N shook her head with a smile on her lips when the first thing she heard after joining the call was Felix’s pleading voice. Clearly, he was already trying to save his own ass even before the game began.

Y/N could hear Sean’s loud voice as he commented on Felix’s plea with some snarky remark, later also catching the sounds of Rae’s laughter. Everyone was already there, they’ve been clearly waiting for her to join.

“Hey, look who’s finally here! Hi Y/N!” Poki noticed her presence first.

“Hello everyone” Y/N said, as shy and quiet as usual.

“Oh, Y/N! It’s so great to see you again, I was worried you weren’t joining us tonight” Sykkuno said, a pout clear in his voice.

“WELL ABOUT DAMN TIME” Felix all but yelled, making her roll her eyes with a smile. “What did I tell you about being late?!”

“Give her a break Felix, her mic wasn’t working again... Luckily, I was there to save the damsel in distress” Sean said, and even though she couldn’t see him, Y/N was almost certain that he was smirking.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry guys to have kept you waiting so long...” Y/N said, feeling genuinely bad. Maybe Sean was right after all? They could have just invited someone else, and yet they decided to wait for her.

“It’s okay, you’re here now and it’s all that matters” a deep voice sounded out, and whether she liked it or not, Y/N grinned like an idiot with a blush rising up her cheeks.

“Shit, here we go again...” Felix sighed, making everyone else laugh. Y/N bit at her lower lip, feeling her heart thump in her chest as she felt a sudden wave of courage, deciding to speak up despite her initial shyness:

“Well... I couldn’t just leave my partner in crime alone, right?” she asked, and she could swear she heard Corpse stutter as if he completely didn’t expect her to say that.

“Ah yes, after all, killing wouldn’t be the same without her, right Corpse?” Toast teased, repeating Corpse’s words from the last stream. Everyone in the call laughed, Y/N included. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling, even though just mere minutes ago she was on the verge of crying. “It’s good to have you here, Y/N/N. Maybe I’ll actually get a chance to finally kill you this time.”

“Jesus Christ, Toast. You sound like a psychopath. Hey, I’m happy you’re here, lemme stab you in the back, please?” someone whose nickname was MrBeast spoke up with a chuckle, before directing his next words to Y/N “I believe we haven’t played together before, I’m Mr Beast, it’s really nice to meet you Y/N”

“Yeah, pleased to meet you!” another player, Logic, spoke up “I also didn’t have a chance to play with you yet, but I’ve seen Sean’s last stream... Let me just say, that Toast murder was absolutely perfect!”

“Wow. And here I almost managed to block it out. I’m fucking traumatized Y/N, you should be ashamed of yourself” Toast scoffed over Felix’s laughter.

“You should be proud of yourself!” Sean interfered “Just so you know lads, Y/N may seem like a little angel, but she’s a little demon. You’ve been warned.”

“Yeah, she’ll charm you with her voice only to snap your neck next second.” Felix scoffed.

“Just like she did with Corpse!”

“Charm?!” Y/N gasped, her cheeks burning.

“I don’t recall Y/N killing me...” Corpse said in his low voice.

“I love how that’s the only thing he denied” Poki pointed out in a teasing voice, which only made Y/N sink further into her chair.

“Can we please start the game now?” she asked in a pleading voice, hoping that everyone would stop making fun of Corpse and her. She could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt, for some reason being the target of their jokes... They must’ve made him feel awkward, right?

“Jack, did you tell Y/N how we’re playing tonight?” Sykkuno asked, and she sighed in relief that they dropped the jokes.

“Oh, right! So there’s this mod called proximity chat, where we’re able to hear each other as we pass by another person, and it seems quite fun so that’s what we decided to try out tonight.” Sean explained to Y/N, and before she could ask another question, he added “I’ve just sent you the link, it’ll take a minute to install it.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you Sean” Y/N said, before downloading the mod and quickly installing it. When everything was set and ready, she pulled up Among Us again and typed in the code, and the game finally began.

“Woah”

“Holy shit!”

“Guys this is so cool!” Sykkuno exclaimed, his voice so happy and excited that Y/N couldn’t help but giggle.

“Okay, I’m scared now. I feel like encounters with Imposter are just gonna be perfectly cut screams” Felix chuckled, as they left the dropship and moved down the map. That’s when Y/N gasped in surprise, upon seeing the locations completely different than those she was used to.

“Wait- is that a different map?” she asked through her mic, hearing Toast’s distanced, devilish laugh. There was only Rae and Sykkuno beside her, as everyone else have already split up to do their tasks.

“Oh yeah, that’s Polus, it’s much more fun than the one we were playing in last time.” Rae explained happily and Y/N groaned. She didn’t know that map.

“Great. I don’t even know how am I supposed to do tasks in here...”

“Oh, it’s not that hard. They’re in most cases similar to those you already know, they only look a little bit different.” Sykkuno said in his kind voice, before asking “Do you want to team up again, Y/N?”

“I thought you would never ask Sykkuno” Rae chuckled under her breath.

“Yeah, that would be great! I need someone to show me around” she smiled. The trio finally moved from their spot beside the dropship and went to the left where, as Y/N later realized, was electrical. She quickly did her task in there, being under the watchful eyes of both Sykkuno and Rae.

Before the latter could do his own task, the first body was reported.

“The body is in the lab” Felix said, and Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as she saw that it was Toast who was murdered first. One less person to accuse her or try to frame her, if he was the Imposter.

“I just ran towards the lab from the left side, I only saw Poki on my way there” Corpse said right away, and the accused girl was quick to try and defend herself:

“Okay, I wasn’t in the lab, I was doing that engines task which is next to the lab.”

“Did you see someone else there?” Jack questioned.

“Nope, just me and the engines.”

“Okay. Sykkuno, where are you?” the lime astronaut was next on Jack’s list of suspects, which made Sykkuno groan.

“Why do you sound so suspicious right away?” he asked in disbelief, causing the rest to giggle “I was with Y/N and Rae all this time, we were all doing our tasks in electrical.”

“Is that true Y/N?”

“Yes Sean, that is true” she rolled her eyes with a laugh “I don’t even know this map, I have to stick with someone so I don’t end up like Toast.”

“Alright, what about rest? Logic? I think I saw you in admin but then you disappeared somewhere.” Felix said.

“Yeah I’m with Mr Beast in the office”

“That’s right” Mr Beast confirmed, which didn’t bring anything new to the investigation, so everyone decided to skip.

“Wo- Okay where are we now?” Y/N asked in surprise, when the new round began in some completely new place Sykkuno didn’t manage to show her yet. She could hear as Corpse laughed at her shocked voice, which made her smile widely.

“Yeah, I’m also not used to this new map yet” he admitted, his black astronaut walking up to her white one “Hey, wanna see something cool?”

“Sure!”

*Meanwhile Sykkuno*

“Okay this is bad guys, we lost Y/N” Sykkuno said to his mic, running around the map to find the girl he was earlier teamed up with. “I thought she followed us when the new round began, but she must’ve gone the other way... What if she’s dead already? Not good, not good...”

"Woah! This looks amazing! Is there some task here as well?”

“Yes, there’s temperature recording right here” Corpse said, standing by the lava pit, watching as Y/N’s character ran back and forth over the pool of lava.

“I wonder if you could jump into it. What do you think, Corpse?” she asked curiously, standing close to the edge.

“Not that I’m aware of it...” he mumbled coming closer to the edge as well “Why would you jump into it?” he asked with a half-smile on his face.

“So Felix can’t stab me in the back.” she whispered, even though there was no one around them.

“You think it’s him?” Corpse mirrored her voice, and she hummed in response “Why?”

“He’s constantly suspicious of everyone, last time we played he also kept interrogating us all, without even telling his own location.” she stated as if it was very obvious. Corpse couldn’t help but let out a laugh “What? Why are you laughing at me?”

“Not at you, Y/N. I’m just impressed by your investigation skills” he admitted “In that case, we better both jump in. Felix likes to frame other people.”

“You wanna jump into the lava with me?”

“Sure I do.”

“There you are!” Sykkuno’s lime astronaut came out of nowhere, followed by Mr Beast. Two of them walked up to Y/N and Corpse, and before the latter could even say anything, Mr Beast snapped Y/N’s neck.

“WAIT, NO-”

“OH GOD, OH GOD” Sykkuno yelled in panic.

“KILL HIM CORPSE” Mr Beast screamed, frantically running around.

“What the heck?” Y/N stared at her screen in shock, her dead body laying over the lava pit. Mr Beast had already fled to the left, leaving her, Sykkuno and Corpse standing between two of them. None of them said anything for a moment before the black astronaut finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N” he kept repeating, regret clear in his voice. “And Sykkuno, I- I can’t even express how-”

He was cut off by Felix’s scream, who reported the bodies before Corpse could kill him as well.

“IT’S CORPSE ALRIGHT” Felix yelled right away “HE’S STANDING OVER Y/N AND SYKKUNO, HE HAS THEIR BLOOD ON HIS HANDS”

“That is- I did not kill them” Corpse replied, calm as ever, as opposed to his frantic apologies.

“Then why were you standing there?! Without reporting the bodies?!”

“I was... mourning their death.” he replied, which caused the whole group to burst out laughing. “Seriously guys, you think I would murder Sykkuno? And Y/N? I would never even think of hurting them.”

“The simp is strong, we get it, but it doesn’t really save your situation” Rae laughed.

“Let’s kick him out guys, he can’t even defend himself” Sean chuckled, and everyone else didn’t need to be told twice. Soon enough, Y/N watched as Corpse’s black astronaut was thrown into the lava pit... Oh, the irony...

The game continued with her wandering around the map, doing the rest of her tasks to at least support somehow her fellow crewmates. She stumbled upon Corpse’s ghost at some point and laughed wholeheartedly when he started circling her little character in something she read as an attempt to apologize.

A little while later another body was reported, this time it was Felix who lost his life. Y/N didn’t really focus on the conversation this time, glancing at her phone instead. There was this urge to reach for it and check how people reacted to her joining the game, but she kept repeating Sean’s words in her head. There was no point in worrying about the opinion of somebody who doesn’t even know her... or at least that’s what she tried to convince herself to think.

Her attention was brought back to the game when she heard the sound of a new message from someone who was also dead. She clicked on the chat, seeing that it was one of the Impostors.

Corpse: :(

Corpse: I’m sorry

Y/N thought it was sweet of him to apologize for it, even though it was his main goal to murder everyone after all. She believed he was genuinely sorry for it, just like she was each time she was an Impostor and had to kill somebody.

Sykkuno: Welcome to the afterlife, Corpse!

She laughed at Sykkuno’s constant happiness, which was evident even in his messages, before typing one as well:

Y/N: We’re all corpse here

Sykkuno: Oh, so it means we’re all really cool then ^^

Y/N: Fair point

Corpse: See Y/N

Corpse: I told you I would jump into the lava for you

Y/N: You didn’t exactly jump...

Corpse: :(

Y/N: But let’s say it counts as well :)

Corpse: :)

Before they knew, the voting ended. Mr Beast was thrown into the lava, which ultimately lead to the victory of crewmates. Y/N cheered happily, when the blue sign appeared on her screen, right above everyone else who was innocent.

“Yaaay, the first time I wasn’t killed in the first game!” Sean announced enthusiastically, his astronaut running around the dropship.

“Yeah, and the first time it went so fast...”

“Right? Corpse, I’m disappointed in you. What happened to the King of Impostors?” Rae asked.

“Well.. no matter how good you are, you can’t always win, right?” Corpse replied calmly.

“Hmm, you seemed kinda absent-minded during the game, though...” Poki suggested with a smirk hiding in her voice, and Rae was very quick to pick on it.

“Oh, you’ve noticed that too? Almost as if he was distracted by something”

“I don’t know what are you talking about” he chuckled nervously, and Y/N just sat in her chair confused about what was going on. “Anyway, who’s up for another round?”

“Yeah, I have an idea” Sean said, effectively shutting everyone up “What if we play something along the lines of hide and seek? Let’s have one impostor, and everyone else needs to get their tasks done before he finds them.”

“That is...” Felix took in a dramatic breath “THE BEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD ABOUT”

“Yeah, I think it will be fun” Sykkuno replied.

“It sounds really cool, but let’s maybe tell who’s the impostor? I think it would be more fair” Rae suggested.

“I think it’s a good idea” Sean concluded, before changing the settings for one impostor only. Y/N waited patiently for the game to begin, and when she saw that she was a crewmate again, she sighed in relief. Only to gasp in a panic a second later...

“It’s me.”

Everyone stumbled out of the dropship as Corpse admitted that he’s the impostor. It seemed that knowing exactly who can murder everyone made the whole game a little bit terrifying...

“I don’t know where the heck I’m going” Y/N mumbled to herself with a nervous laugh when instead of doing her tasks, she searched for the perfect place to hide. When she entered security, she spotted Mr Beast fixing the wires, so she decided to join him.

“OH SHIT- god damn it, you scared me to death!” he all but yelled when she appeared next to him, doing her tasks.

“Sorry” she giggled, quickly finishing the wires, before speeding out of the room. On her way to weapons, she stumbled across Felix’s dead body, and could hear some screaming in the background... but didn’t recognize who was murdered next.

Y/N managed to do most of her tasks without meeting Corpse, whom she hoped not to see probably for the first time since they played together. She was just leaving decontamination when she heard Sean’s panicked laughter:

“...tee, bitches love me?”

“Wrong.” Corpse’s voice almost made her squeak in surprise, only to really scream when he suddenly snapped Sean’s neck.

“Retreat, retreat!” Y/N laughed as she sped past oblivious Rae and Logic, Corpse hot on her tail. She quickly returned to the decontamination room, hoping to flee from her inevitable death, when Corpse’s black astronaut walked in, and the door closed.

“Please don’t kill me” she chuckled, even though there was no hope for her.

“Finish my lyrics, and I’ll let you live...” he began, and Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion “ I spilt wine...”

“Wait- what lyrics? You sing?” she asked, completely dumbfounded. Corpse was silent for a moment as if he didn’t understand her, before bursting out laughing “What’s so funny again? Corpse, come on!”

“Yes, Y/N, I do sing, I was actually hoping you’ve heard some of my songs...” he admitted, still chuckling to himself. She felt a blush rising up her cheeks.

“Oh- I- I didn’t, I-... but I will, okay? I’ll do it right away!” she promised, quickly jumping up to grab her phone and listen to Corpse’s song. She was genuinely shocked, she would never expect him to sing!

She unlocked her phone with a wide, somehow nervous smile on her face, which, however, dropped the moment she saw her notifications. Hundreds of notifications.

“You there, Y/N?” Corpse’s voice reached her after a moment, when she still didn’t say anything, just kept looking at her screen. “I hope my music isn’t so bad that you passed out from listening to it...”

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her phone gripped tightly in her shaking hands.

“Um, Y/N?” his voice became more worried now “Is everything okay?”

Y/N cleared her throat and quickly wiped her eyes, closing them for a moment to steady her breathing.

“Yeah, all good Corpse” she forced herself to smile, so her voice wouldn’t sound weird. “Look, um, I need to leave, can you tell the others bye from me?”

“Is something wrong?” Corpse asked confused.

“No, of course not!” she laughed through her tears “Something just came up and I really need to leave.”

“You sure you’re-”

“Bye Corpse. It was nice playing with you.”

A/N: I hope you guys are not too disappointed in me... It didn’t turn out as I initially thought it would. Isn’t it too dramatic? And is this hate plot fine? Or is it not? What do guys you think?

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Say Yes || Bucky Barnes

pairing: 40s!bucky barnes x rogers!reader

summary: after receiving your brother’s blessing, bucky barnes finally finds the courage to ask you a very important question

a/n: another addition to the bucky barnes x rogers!reader collection- reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 2.3k

warnings: none, fluff

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1941

Feeling the cool breeze of the spring day surrounding you, you began to grow annoyed as Bucky stopped short, slipping his hand out of yours to wipe them on his pants for the fifth time that afternoon.

Wrapping your cardigan, tighter around you, you sighed.

“Is everything alright, Buck?” You asked.

“What?” He asked, squinting up at you, brushing his hands on his bottoms. “Yeah, yeah, doll. Everything’s fine. It’s just hot today.”

Watching as another cool gust of wind swept through his hair, you eyed him warily.

Bucky has been acting strange in the past two weeks since the night your brother, Steve, had discovered your relationship leading to a punch being thrown and shouting that you were sure woke the neighbors. However, your brother had assured you after coming back inside from speaking to his best friend alone that everything was fine and that they had worked out their differences.

He promised you that you had nothing to worry about.

If that was the case, you couldn't understand why Bucky was acting so... odd. You had known Bucky since before you could even remember and although he was your brother’s best friend, you had always been able to read him like a book. You couldn’t place a single reason why he had been behaving so anxiously the past few weeks or why he had suddenly become so nervous spending time alone with you.

“Did... did Steve say something to you?” You found the courage to ask your partner.

“Huh?” He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I told you, doll. Steve and I talked it all out.”

When you said nothing else, keeping your arms crossed and only turning your head to the side to instead watch the couple having a picnic on the grass nearby, Bucky began to grow nervous that he messed up.

“Why?”

Facing your partner once again, you threw your hands in the air with a groan.

“I don’t know, Buck!” You exclaimed. “You’ve just been acting so weird. Just talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong!”

Bucky swore he could feel the color drain from his face.

He didn’t think you had noticed his newfound behavior- or at least hoped you hadn’t.

Ever since he had asked Steve for your hand in marriage two weeks ago and he said yes, Bucky had been nervously searching for the perfect moment. He had known he wanted to marry you since one month into your relationship (and knew you were it for him even earlier than that), so he had expected to be overjoyed and relieved upon finally receiving your brother’s permission, but instead it had only made the reality that you could say no to him even more real.

He hadn’t even thought of that possibility until the opportunity to ask you was finally in his hands.

He wanted more than anything to finally be married to you- he knew he couldn’t wait much longer- but he wanted the proposal to be perfect for you nonetheless.

“Nothing’s wrong, Y/n.” He said. “You’re just seein’ things.”

As soon as the last comment had slipped from his mouth, he knew he messed up. When you raised your eyebrows at him, your tongue in your cheek, he took his hands out of his pockets and reached them out for you.

“Okay, I didn’t mean that.” Bucky said, trying to ease you.

“Yeah?” You asked. “Then what’s in your pocket, Buck?”

“Nothing’s in my pocket, doll.” He chuckled nervously. “Why don’t we keep walk-”

Before he could even finish what he was saying, you strode over to him, moving to shove your hand into his left pocket. Catching your wrist, he attempted to lightly shove you away.

“If there’s nothing in there,” You said. “then you wouldn’t mind me checking.”

Still holding your wrist with a tight grip in his hand, he scoffed.

“And what? Give everyone the wrong idea?” He said, tilting his head towards the couple on the picnic blanket on the grass. “Those people are right there.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Don’t give me that excuse, Barnes.” You lowered your voice. “Don’t act like you didn't just make out with me behind that tree ten minutes ago. Who do you think you're foolin’?”

Just when he was about to open his mouth again, you took advantage of him being distracted and shoved your hand into his pocket. As quick as he scrambled to swat you away, your hand had already wrapped around the cool metal and pulled it out of his pocket.

Opening your hand, your eyes met the familiar ring sitting in your palms. The smirk that had been on your face dropped.

Looking up at your boyfriend, your eyes went wide.

“Is this...” You began at a loss of words. “Is this your mom’s ring?”

You had noticed months ago that his mother's ring finger was bare when the two of you had went and visited her for lunch one day. While setting the table for her- Bucky in the other room fixing the lock on her door- you caught sight of the lack of her engagement ring when she set the forks beside you.

“You missing your ring, Mrs. Barnes?” You asked, nodding your head towards her hand.

As soon as you had asked, her hand shot away from the table as she laughed nervously.

“Oh that old thing?” She asked, moving around the table. “It um... my fingers were all swollen the other day so I slipped it off. I must’ve forgotten to put it back on.”

About to open your mouth to say more, finding her behavior strange, you stopped short when you felt Bucky’s hand rest on your back.

“You know, Ma,” He said, gently rubbing circles on your back. “Next time your lock breaks- tell me first thing. Last thing you need is some burglar coming in here. What were you two chit-chatting about in here anyway?”

Glancing up at Bucky, you watched as he stole a piece of bread from the table, taking a bite out of it.

“I was just saying that I didn’t see your mom’s ring on her finger.”

Choking on the food in his mouth, Bucky began coughing.

Unbeknownst to you, your partner had asked his mother for her engagement ring only a month after officially going steady with you. He honestly didn’t even have to ask. As soon as he had showed up at her apartment and confessed to his mother that he was finally dating the Rogers girl, she had practically shoved the ring in his hand herself.

She had always thought fondly of you (along with every other member of the Barnes family) and had been waiting eagerly for this day to come, knowing some day her son would come to his senses and settle down his best friend’s sister.

When Bucky received the heirloom, he had made his mother promise that she wouldn’t say a thing, keeping it a surprise until the fateful day where he made you his.

He should have known, however, that at the end of the day a part of you was always gonna be Steve’s punk little sister who didn't know when to keep her nose out of his business.

Shaking his head wildly, Bucky glared at his mother.

“You should really keep that thing on your finger.” He said, finally clearing his throat and turning towards his mother. “Don’t wanna lose that, Ma.”

Swatting her son and taking the slice of bread from his hands, she smiled knowingly.

“Don’t worry, James. It’s right where it belongs.”

Scratching the back of his neck, Bucky nodded.

“Yeah, I uh...” He said. “I asked her for it a few months ago.”

At his confession, you began to feel your heart beat faster in your chest.

He had asked his mother for her engagement ring.

He had asker her months ago and it was sitting in his pocket now.

Before you could say anything else, Bucky gently took the ring from your hand and held it between his index and thumb, moving down onto his knee in front of you. Stepping back to take in the sight of him, you opened your mouth in awe, trying to find something to say, but he shook his head.

“I know you love to talk, but just let me say what I gotta say, okay?”

“Hey!” You exclaimed at his playful insult.

“I’m just messin’ with you, doll.” He chuckled before clearing his throat. “So, uh... God this is hard. I practiced this hundreds of times too, I swear, but I’ve known you for so long I don’t know what to say, ya know? You’re just a part of me. I’ve known you for almost my entire life and I remember you just being Steve’s little sister and getting so annoyed because you would just come in there and want to do whatever we were doing, but if that little punk of a ten year-old Bucky saw me now he’d kick my ass because I hate it when you’re not there. I can’t remember a day when I didn’t know who you were and I don’t want to ever go a day without you by my side ever again.”

Not being able to help the beaming smile on your face, you were so overwhelmed with pure joy listening to Bucky rambling on. Squeezing his hand tightly, you laughed along with what he was saying, completely and utterly in bliss knowing what was coming next.

“I would say more, but you know I’m gonna smother you every day you’re with me anyway.” Bucky laughed thinking of the future, looking up at you. “So, will you-”

“Yes.”

“Jeez, can you let a guy finish?” He groaned teasingly, throwing you a bright smile. “What I was asking was... will you marry me?”

Staring down at the man that was about to become your fiancé, you memorized the way the sun shone down on him, highlighting his features and how his blue eyes seemed brighter than ever. Gazing at the smile on his face you knew it was rooted in the pure love and happiness you both shared.

You couldn’t help but think of the Bucky you knew ten, five and even one year ago and how every moment between the two of you was leading up to the rest of your lives. You didn’t know if you had ever believed in soulmates before your relationship grew into something more, but it felt silly to think now that you two were anything but destined to be together.

You had a feeling you’d find him even if there was a world between you.

How lucky were you to have him right next to you this whole time?

Bending down to your own knees, tucking your skirt underneath them, you cupped your lover’s face in your hands and met his lips with yours. You laughed into the kiss as you felt his arms wrap tightly around you, nearly making you fall over as he pulled you closer into his embrace.

When you finally separated from his lips, the smile rose on his face once again as he brought the ring between the two of you.

“I don’t know if I can take this, Buck.” You whispered, glancing from the ring to his face. “It’s your mom’s.”

“Listen doll,” He said, taking your left hand in his, slowly slipping the ring onto your finger. “I’m the oldest. This ring was bound to be mine when I was born and when I met you... it was bound to be yours too.”

Smiling up at your fiancé, you showed off your hand, newly adorned with his family’s engagement ring. Sometimes Bucky questioned if he was a sentimental man, but seeing you there with that ring around your finger he knew without a doubt that he was.

“You like it?” He asked.

“It fits like a charm.” You smiled.

“Well,” Bucky said taking your hand in his and kissing it softly. “My mom always said it was meant for you. I guess she was right.”

Smiling at the mention of his mother who you had no doubt would be overjoyed at the mention of your engagement, you pressed one last kiss to Bucky’s cheek before standing to your feet, pulling him up with you.

“Ya know,” You said lacing fingers with your fiancé’s. “I’m glad you asked. I was starting to get scared you were getting sick of me.”

“The only sick I am for you, doll, is lovesick.”

You didn’t know what the future had in store for you, but in that moment you allowed yourself to bask in the pure bliss of being joined with the man at your side. No matter what the future held, you felt confident that you would be able to face it with your partner- the man you were sure you were destined to go through it all with.

“Y/n Barnes does have a nice ring to it.” You told him giddily, strolling on the path by his side. “Don’t you think?”

He would be lying if he said that he hadn’t had to rewrite letters because he accidentally wrote his last name after your first or that he didn’t turn red when his mother called you her daughter-in-law when you weren't there. Hearing the name fall from your lips for the first time undeniably made his heart skip a beat in his chest as he squeezed your hand tighter, playing with the ring on your finger.

“You know it, doll.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #Bucky Barnes drabble #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes fluff #40s!bucky

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bubbleteaimagines · 3 years

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HQ BOYS WITH SOMEONE THAT POSTS THIRST TRAPS

genre. (n) sfw?

warnings. cursing, mentions of sex

notes. from this request

BOKUTO KOUTARO

A lil hesitant at first, but after a while he’s so supportive!!

Literally the boyfriend that blows up your comments and makes everyone jealous

Sooo many screenshots

Probably has one as his lock screen

Definitely brags about you in the groupchat like “Damn did you see Y/N’s last photo? They’re so hot I’m so damn lucky,”

MIYA ATSUMU

Cheeky lil shit

Leaves dirty pick-up lines in your comments and people aren’t sure if he’s your boyfriend or not

For example - if you post a picture of your chest he’ll comment something like, “Lemme taste 👅 👀💦,”

Is definitely in the room when you take them and cannot stop touching you

“When did you get this top?” - Atsumu

“Babe you’re literally so fucking sexy oh my god.” - Also Atsumu

“Can you please sit on my face after you take the photo?” - Definitely Atsumu

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

Is actually so supportive

Whatever you wanna do with your body is your choice

He actually helps you take them and is your personal hype man

“You look so good love.”

“I’m so lucky.”

Lurks through the comments and keeps everyone in check

Not afraid to delete or drag the people in your DMS

“Keep your nasty comments to yourself, I’m Y/N’s boyfriend and I won’t hesitate to find you.”

OIKAWA TOORU

I kid you not, y’all have competitions to see who can get the most likes

If you post one, he’s definitely taking one afterwards and tagging you

“Who did better? Me or Y/N?” - His caption

If you win, he’s going straight between your legs to reward you

If he wins, you’re going right on top to reward him

Basically either way you guys fuck cause let’s face it, you both look hot as hell and can’t resist after seeing each other like that

MIYA OSAMU

You know those Tiktoks where one person is shaking ass and then their partner comes to carry them off screen?

Yeah, that’s Osamu 😂

Not in his house you’re not

But of course, it’s just playfully

If you really want to then he’ll be in the video, looking at you and shaking his head but not doing anything

Always gives you a cheeky slap on your ass before the video ends though

SUNA RINTARO

It always ends up with you guys making a silly video

Cause you’ll be shaking ass and then you’ll gesture for Suna to join you

And he will 😂

He’ll walk on camera and copy your moves and then you both will end up laughing cause he looks silly

But overall though, he’d be cool with it

Probably even records for you and saves the *explicit* versions for himself 👀

#bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa toru #osamu x reader #miya osamu #suna x reader #suna rintaro #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x you #haikyuu!!#hqintheclub #spicytea.txt

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pleasantanathema · 3 years

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Santa Daddy | Jean Kirstein x Reader

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Daddy kink, dirty talk, thigh riding, mutual pining, friends to lovers (or, rather, idiots to lovers), lots of holiday fluff

Word Count: 6k

A/N: This is my Secret Santa gift to @whats-her-quirk 🎄💕 June, thank you so much for being a wonderful friend; I was truly lucky and privileged to get you as my Elf for Secret Santa! I hope this fluffy (and dirty) little fic with our best boi Jean brings you some holiday cheer!

There were only a few things in the world that made you happier than watching Jean Kirstein smile. Like most of your friends, you’d met him through work, but there was always something so special, almost magical, about seeing his darling smile and hearing his boisterous laugh. And you rarely passed up on a chance to see delight spread across his handsome face, which is why you couldn’t say no when he asked you to join him on a get-a-away with your friends for the holidays.

The inquiry came after you mentioned how you wouldn’t be able to make it home for the holidays due to a winter storm blowing in. It would be the second season in a row that the weather kept you from visiting home.

You could still hear his voice in your head, “alone? For Christmas?”

He’d then insisted you join him and his friends at Sasha’s family cabin. It was tradition for them, a gathering of misfits finding communion together out in the wilderness for a few days before the new year. You had taken trips with your friends before to amusement parks, festivals, even to the beach at Armin’s request, but something about being invited to an intimate setting to celebrate holiday traditions had you anxious.

So, there you were, swaddled in blankets, listening to Eren bicker with Mikasa while Sasha and Connie bustled in the kitchen to make eggnog and treats. Armin had declined to join, citing that he’d seen too many horror movies about young adults alone in cabins to feel comfortable making the trip.

And, true to form, Jean was running late. He was always late, his mind constantly moving a mile a minute unless he consigned himself to much needed rest and relaxation. Though, this time, you felt a little lonely while waiting for him on the couch, like there was a small part of you missing as you watched the snow fall outside.

“So, none of you guys go home for the holidays?” You looked over toward the modest, plastic tree that Sasha had thrown down from her attic to bring a little holiday cheer to the living room, a few poorly wrapped presents and bags nestled under the branches.

“Well,” Eren cleared his throat, “we are orphans.” He pulled at Mikasa’s scarf for emphasis.

“Oh fuck, yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t worry about, he just always brings it up to get sympathy gifts.” Mikasa sighed, jerking the red cloth from his hands and scowling. Eren only laughed, brushing a stray hair from his face that had come loose from the bun at his nape.

You sunk a little deeper into the cushions, eyes glancing out the window in hopes you’d see headlights flash in the driveway.

“Do you think Jean’s okay? He should’ve been here a while ago and the storm is getting closer.”

“Jean, Jean, Jean,” Sasha trotted into the room, balancing a mountain of sweet-smelling cookies on a plate, “you’re always worried about him.”

“Someone should be, guy’s an idiot.” Eren chimed in, green eyes shining from the low flames rolling in the fireplace. He and Mikasa were sitting in the floor, a game of checkers spread out before them, with more stolen pieces resting near the cunning Ackerman’s side of the board.

Eren wasn’t wrong, but over the years you’d known your group of friends, you’d noticed just how much the man in question had grown. In his early twenties, Jean had been quite the bumbling fool, having literally met you by bumping into your shoulder while leaving work, only to look at you and mumble “god you’re beautiful,” before issuing a quick apology as he rubbed at his neck sheepishly. You’d never mentioned the moment again, though your stomach still churned with a slight thrill every time you thought about it.

But over the years he’d managed to turn that puerility into something much more charming. He was more refined, almost infuriatingly suave, easily gaining attention from anyone and everyone. And though you sometimes hated to admit it, he’d captured your thoughts as well.

You kept your budding crush on Jean Kirstein close to your chest, not admitting it to any of your close friends. You always figured he was out of your league, seeing that he had a new, more beautiful girlfriend just about every other month. But, despite your simmering feelings, you still allowed yourself to get closer and closer to him over the years—some might say he’s your best friend, but you might call him your most treasured vexation.

Another hour or so went by, your time spent nibbling at cookies and reminiscing with everyone about another year passed.

Then the door finally opened, cold air gusting into the small living room as Jean stomped his damp boots on the entry mat.

“Have you guys opened presents yet?”

You glanced over the back of the couch, heart tugging in your chest as you noticed snow dusted in his long hair and a sizeable red and white polka dot package in his hands.

“No because Christmas is tomorrow, or did you forget that too?” Connie said it with crumbs in his mouth, feet kicked up on the coffee table.

Jean laughed, running a hand through his hair before wrapping the gift in his arms like it was something valuable.

“I know, I know, and sorry I’m late, had something important to go get.” He smiled, bright and cheery, hazel eyes bouncing between his friends and the carefully guarded box, “I ask because…uh, this needs to be opened kind of soon.”

“Is it perishable?” Sasha perked up, already ready to go make room in the fridge if something delectable was waiting as a gift.

“I mean…you could say that? It may or may not be alive.” He was laughing, that kind of infectious laughter that had everyone in the room grinning whether they wanted to or not.

Jean didn’t set the present down to even take off his shoes, instead tracking snow in with him and plopping onto the couch with flurries still on shoulders. He nudged your knee with his, pushing the present toward you. You pressed your lips together, hands getting sweaty as you pieced the puzzle together.

“Is that…?”

“Yeah,” his grin was pulling at his cheeks, eyes so sincere and happy and it almost startled you, “it’s for you.”

The top of the box moved, the green bow popping on top of the polka dots.

You moved the gift into your lap, pulling off the top to find perky ears and green eyes peering up at you—a kitten, grey and striped, with long, white whiskers and a pink bow around its neck greeted you with muted curiosity. You just stared at it for a moment, and it stared back, like you were both wondering just how it got into your lap.

“I just,” Jean was getting nervous, carding his fingers through his hair again as he waited for your reaction, “I wanted to make sure you’d never spend another holiday alone, you know?”

You carefully picked up the little cat, watching how it stretched and yawned as you pulled it from the carefully lain blanket inside its temporary home.

You smiled, pulling the warm little bundle to your chest.

“Um, Jean, this cat has six toes on her paws,” you said, pressing your thumb gently against one of the extra appendages in question.

“Six toes?!” Sasha was jumping up from her seat, bounding over to kneel in front of you and pluck one of the kitten’s paws into her fingers. The cat quickly pulled its paw back, little black toe beans curling to its chest.

“Yeah, it’s what drew me to her. She’s extra special…” you could’ve sworn you heard him mutter something under his breath, a little musing of “just like you,” but any hushed murmur was overshadowed by the ohs and ahs of your friends gathering around to look at the adorable little creature.

The kitten had been lulled to sleep by the car ride from the shelter to the cabin, content to just curl up in your arms as inquisitive fingers prodded at her little kitten mittens and the silky, white tufts in her ears. Even Mikasa was enraptured by the tiny animal, taking the time to retie the little pink ribbon around her neck to make a bigger, prettier bow.

You noticed how your friends were whispering, cheeky grins pressed against eager ears as they looked between you, the precious kitten, and Jean on the couch. You were starting to feel like you were missing something, or maybe that you were at the end of a joke you hadn’t caught on to yet.

“Thank you,” you whispered to Jean after the fuss died down, everyone returning to their seats and back to their previous fixations.

You’d mentioned perhaps wanting a cat a few weeks ago; it was just a silly, off-hand comment you made over coffee about how you’d once read that people with cats live longer because they pick up on the nine-lives of their feline partner. You didn’t believe it to be true, but you’d mused about the idea of having a cute kitten of your own to snuggle up with on lonely nights.

“I know it’s sudden and a lot of responsibility, so if you don’t want her—”

“No,” you cut Jean off, bundling the kitten a little closer in your arms, your heart singing as you felt her start to purr, “no, I want her, she’s perfect.”

Jean finally started to get settled himself, standing up and shrugging off his jacket. He was in a tight turtleneck, coal black threads stretched to their limit across his broad chest and shoulders, hugging his trim waist. You were careful not to stare for too long as he stretched his arms above his head to shake off the weariness of his drive through the snow.

He always looked like he stepped out of a fashion catalogue, fresh and so put together that sometimes you were tempted to snap his photo when he wasn’t looking; he just looked that good all the time. He loved to wear designer clothes and keep up with the latest menswear trends, and tonight was no different, that beautiful black turtleneck (that was covered in grey fur) undoubtedly belonging to a designer whose name you probably couldn’t pronounce.

“What are you gonna name her?”

He sat a little closer this time on the couch, a brawny arm outstretched behind you as he leaned over to scratch at the kitten’s chin.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, gazing down at the serene, sleepy face in your arms, “I’ll have to get to know her first.”

“Well, I’ve been calling her Frankie.”

“Frankie?” You smiled through your confusion, the name sounding oddly right.

“She was pretty wild in the car and kept meowing when Frank Sinatra was on the radio.”

“I see,” you laid the kitten down into your lap, sweeping your fingers through her fur and watching as she curled up into a tighter little circle, “well, I’ll consider it.”

You felt warm, heavy fingers brush against the back of your neck, Jean absentmindedly painting figure eights into your prickling skin. Heat flushed to your face as you realized just how close your bodies had become—his thigh was pressed against your own, dark jeans tight and hot, the scruff of his cheeks brushing against your own as he toyed with the sleeping cat’s tail.

There were voices all around you, the muffled sounds of your friends relaxing together falling almost on deaf ears. Your whole world felt like it just revolved around this couch, like nothing else mattered beyond the simple touches to your skin and the drowsy kitten beneath your hands. He never wanted you to spend another holiday alone, you replayed his words, the sweet sentiment finally settling into your spirit.

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You could tell everyone was starting to get a bit sleepy, a few hours spent drinking spiked eggnog and chasing the new kitten around with a feather toy having left you especially exhausted. Your head was a little swimmy as you bid everyone goodnight, the grey tabby cat following closely on your heels to your bedroom where Jean had already brought in a litter box and a bed for her to sleep in. Jean, underneath all the designer bravado and smiles, was perhaps the most thoughtful person you knew.

But despite the heaviness in your head, you couldn’t seem to sleep. You tossed and turned in the bed, occasionally picking up your phone to scroll through it or just watch the time tick by. You had a lot of thoughts mulling around in your mind, most of them revolving around the man sleeping just right across the hall.

Never in a million years did you expect Jean to walk in with a beautiful, perfect kitten as a gift. The little thing was back to sleeping again, this time curled around one of your feet, each exhale a little purr against your toes.

You’d carried the weight of this crush around for too many years. You rubbed your palms against your eyes, sighing as you came to terms with your feelings for Jean for what felt like the thousandth time. Your pining was starting to take its toll, too, what with the sleeping giant so close yet so far away.

And you still felt like you were missing something.

Throughout the night, your friends had seemingly been playing coy, teasing Jean about getting you such a big, sentimental gift. Maybe they had all caught wind of your suppressed feelings and were poking at Jean for even daring to indulge you. Now you were just getting frustrated with your thoughts, sighing as you tried to squeeze your eyes shut and force yourself to sleep.

But then you heard a little sound, the soft buzz of your phone against the wood of the night stand.

Jean: You awake?

Your heart skipped a little in your chest as you saw his name flash upon your screen. You texted him nearly every day, yet he never failed to send a little jolt of adrenaline down your spine.

You: Yeah. Can’t sleep.

Jean: Me either. Cabin is too fucking cold.

You: I have a kitty asleep on my feet, definitely helps beat the chill.

Jean: A warm kitty sounds nice right now.

Only a few seconds passed before the next message appeared.

Jean: Wanna come keep me company?

Your thumb hovered over the keyboard for a moment, your mind not even thinking about the words in front of you. Instead, you were picturing Jean in his bed, hair tussled with his own phone in his hand as he texted you, light spilling over his bare chest in the dark. You wondered what he was thinking—maybe he just wanted you to bring the cat over to see him for a bit, or maybe his mind was wandering in the same place yours was, which was picturing him naked beneath his sheets.

You set the phone down, momentarily starting to panic.

You hadn’t prepared for this, hadn’t prepared for the possibility that Jean might be asking you to come get in his fucking bed with him. Thank god you took a leisurely shower earlier—and you still smelled good, you checked.

You stood up from the bed, watching the kitten stretch and quickly fall back asleep on top of the blankets. You bent down to slip on your pajama pants, but then found yourself debating if you should just leave the flimsy material behind.

If this was what you were hoping it was, walking in without pants would send the “I got the hint, I’m here to fuck,” message loud and clear.

But if this was just “hey pal come keep me company, I’m bored,” walking into his room in nothing but a shirt and panties could be quite awkward.

You decided to hedge your bets, stuffing your pajama bottoms back into your bag as that lingering liquid courage from the eggnog set in. If worse came to worse, you could always say you forgot to pack them.

You carefully closed the door behind you, making sure the cat didn’t follow.

Then, it was literally just a few steps to Jean’s room. Conveniently, his door was cracked. Did he get up and leave it open for you? Did he always sleep with his door cracked? Or had he planned all along to ask you to come over?

You shook your head, taking a deep breath. Those inessential thoughts needed to be quieted.

The door creaked as you slid past it, the old hinges signaling your arrival and making Jean’s attention whip towards you. His phone was still in his hand, like was watching your messages and too-eagerly anticipating your reply.

“Hey,” you whispered into the darkness, wincing as the door kept groaning as you pushed it shut behind you. You leaned against it for a moment, too nervous to just waltz up to his bed and fall in. You chewed at the inside of your cheek as you waited for him to break the silence.

“Aren’t you cold?” He whispered back, shifting in the bed.

His figure was illuminated by the pale, grey light from window, the snow clouds still keeping the moon suppressed in the sky. Like you’d imagined, he was shirtless, all those hard-earned muscles on display from where he was propped up on his elbows, sheets low against his waist.

“I thought you were cold, Mr. No Shirt.”

“You’re not wearing pants.”

“I’m not wearing pants,” you parroted back.

You watched the smile spread across his face, that darling, infuriatingly pretty smile that made you a little too happy in this moment.

He pulled his sheets back in invitation, revealing that he, too, was not wearing pants, only clad in blue boxer briefs that were sinfully tight around his upper thighs, etchings of Calvin Klein pressed against his lower stomach.

His hands were on you before you even settled onto the mattress, warm and greedy and pulling you flush against his body. All those worried thoughts you had before vanished under his touch, the message you had been missing suddenly loud and clear: you weren’t the only one hiding your feelings. All those veiled emotions came alive beneath wandering hands, your fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders as his found the flesh of your thighs.

“Was this what you were thinking about when you invited me here?”

You breathed in the smell of his warm skin as you settled against him, notes of his cologne still lingering against his body.

“This is what I think about all the time,” he confessed, nudging his thigh between your legs.

You couldn’t stop the moan that fell from your mouth as the muscles of his thigh pressed against your aching core.

“Me too,” you were pulling his face down to yours, thumbs against his cheeks as you pressed your lips to his.

A satisfied sound rang from both of your throats, lips melding and slanting against one another hungrily.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” His words were lost within the kiss, being swallowed down as you kept drinking him in.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You echoed back, gasping as his hands slid underneath your shirt and began to wander across your belly, reaching up toward your ribcage.

You both knew the answer to that: you were idiots, too scared to admit feelings even though they were clearly on display for everyone around you. But now the question didn’t matter, all the answers you wanted about to be shared between your anxious bodies with starved kisses and touches.

You shamelessly pressed yourself a little harder against his thigh, sighing as your pussy found relief against his leg. He groaned at your action, moving his thigh back and forth a little bit to see how you would react. When you whimpered, your own thighs squeezing around his, he smirked, repeating the motion of sweeping his thick, sturdy thigh back and forth between your legs.

“You like that?” His head was tilting down, teeth nipping at your jaw and down your neck as your head fell back against the pillow.

“Y-yes, feels so good.”

His hands were still traveling, wandering across your heated skin like he wanted to map your curves into his memory. He groaned against your throat when he discovered you’d also forgotten to wear anything under your t-shirt, his thumbs lazily brushing the undersides of your breasts.

You felt like you were burning beneath his sheets, like he was painting fire against your skin with every touch. His large hands engulfed your breasts, carefully kneading and rolling your soft flesh in his palms. He was eager to kiss you again, to slip his tongue past your parted lips and get addicted to your taste.

Jean pinched and pulled at your hardening nipples, greedily taking your little mewls into his mouth. He touched you like he already knew you, pulling at your body like you were the perfect little sex doll on strings for him to play with; rocking you on his thigh, tugging at your nipples, tongue dancing in your mouth, his hair tickling your cheeks, his cock hard and hot against his stomach.

Your panties were getting more and more wet by the second, the soaked material sinking into your folds as you rubbed yourself against the downy hairs and rounded, solid muscle of his upper thigh. His boxer briefs were bunching closer to his hips, pre-cum already staining against the fabric where his cock was imprinted into the threads. You slipped your hand down his impressive chest, fingers dipping into the elastic of his briefs.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned against your lips, pulling back to suck in a breath as your fingertips brushed against the head of his cock, “fuck you’re so hot riding my thigh like that, so fucking wet.”

“You did say you wanted a warm kitty.”

Your words had him pinching harder at your nipples, making you gasp as he chuckled.

“Mhm I can’t wait to play with your kitty, make you mine,” he punctuated his sentence by bouncing his leg up, sending electric pulses of pleasure racing over your nerves.

You responded by pulling his cock from its confines, wrapping your fingers around it and tugging at the silken skin. God he was thick, barely fitting in your palm as you moved your wrist up and down. You suddenly felt so small against him, realizing that he was dwarfing you just by lying next to you in the bed. His long, thick fingers could spread across the entirety of your chest, the thigh sliding against your pussy was enormous, but it felt like it belonged there; you could get used to riding him like this.

You both fell into a frenzied, delirious rhythm, your bodies bucking and panting as you found bliss against each other.

His hands slid down your body, leaving your tender breasts and searching for a new home. He found your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he rocked you back and forth against his thigh himself, using the strength in his forearms to have your pussy pressed down against him in the most perfect way to have you seeing stars and whining his name.

“Gonna cum, baby? Gonna cum just from riding me?”

“Fuck, yeah, yes, please, make me cum like this.”

Your hand had gone slack against his cock, your mind almost unable to concentrate under the waves of pleasure building and coiling inside you.

It felt too good to have his rapacious hands on your hips, grip mean and tight as he basically fucked you against his thigh. You wanted to scream, your other hand clawing at the back of his neck for stability.

“Baby,” he breathed, peppering a few kisses along your cheek, “could…could you call me daddy when you cum?”

There was a hesitancy in his voice, like he was ashamed to ask such a thing.

Your lower belly clenched, heat racing across all your nerve endings like he’d just poured sin straight out of his mouth.

You nodded your head for him, uncontrollable moans and gasps getting in the way of your own words. The thought of calling him daddy, that sent something wicked down to your pussy, had your fingers squeezing and tugging at his cock again and your eyes falling shut.

It felt like your sanity was breaking, like reality was splintering and this wasn’t real—you were dreaming again, weren’t you? But then you felt his cock twitch in your hand, felt your swollen clit brush against your panties and his thigh, and you were thrusted back into the actuality of your situation. You were with Jean, he was groaning in your ear, and you were about to cum all over him.

“D—da…,” you were choking, so overwhelmed with a final cresting of bliss that you almost felt like sobbing.

But he just clutched you more tightly, pressed you harder against him, whispering your name in encouragement to let yourself go for him.

Then, you lost all of your sensibilities, euphoria washing over your body as you snapped and came undone with a little whine of, “daddy,” against his lips. You slowed the rocking of your hips, your heart beating out of your chest, your pussy pulsing and clenching as you rode out the last remnants of your orgasm.

“Holy fucking shit that’s so hot, you’re so hot,” he mumbled, one of his hands smoothing against your cheek.

“Wha—,” you smiled, shaking your head as you caught your breath, “what are you doing with a daddy kink, Jean?”

He mimicked your smile, hands moving to slide your ruined panties down your legs and removed the rest of your clothing as he repositioned your bodies. You let him move you around like a ragdoll, so delirious in your afterglow that you barely even registered how he was hooking your legs onto his shoulders.

“Do you not like calling me daddy?” There was a seriousness laced into his tone that told you he’d drop it if it made you uncomfortable.

“I like it,” you fisted one of your hands in his hair, bringing his lips to yours for a slow, messy kiss, “just didn’t expect it.”

“I’m full of surprises, baby.”

You felt the head of his cock nudge between your wet folds, his hands back on your hips where they belonged. Your head fell back against the pillow as he started to push inside of you, stretching your walls and making your toes go almost numb from the pleasure. You felt like you were splitting apart, like a fissure was forming down the middle of your body, stemming from where he was spearing into you.

With your legs on his broad shoulders, he was pushing you into the mattress, his hands urging your hips to relax and let him sink into your warm heat.

“Ohhhh fuckkkk daddy,” you couldn’t help but to whine, all your senses suddenly overwhelmed again. You were drowning in him, falling deeper and deeper into the throes of heaven with every inch of his fat cock slipping inside of you.

“God you’re so tight,” he presses his forehead to yours, keen eyes watching how your lips were falling apart and your eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure, “that’s right, daddy’s going to take such good care of you.”

It felt like all your history with him was being wiped away, like this moment wasn’t about two friends fulfilling all their years of mutual pining, but instead about a new relationship blooming between two bodies full of lust and desire. This was about Jean fucking you senseless, about him taking control and finally having what’s belonged to him for longer than he probably even realized. You wanted to lose yourself to him, lose yourself to his appetite and just let him devour you.

All the air left your lungs when bottomed out inside of you, your walls clenching and sucking him in. He stayed still for a moment, nearly lost himself at the feeling of your cunt wrapped so tightly around his cock.

“So fucking perfect,” he groaned, dragging his cock out of you slowly before pressing in again, your cunt greedily sucking him back in.

“I always have been,” you teased, one hand lost in his hair while the other slid down the expanse of his back. You bucked your hips in his hands, coaxing him to keep moving.

“Oh fuck. Good girl.”

His praise made you feel drunk, liquid heat rushing to your ears and between your legs.

He began to snap his hips, repeatedly burying his cock into your depths, the angle of your body making him hit that fleshy patch inside of you. You cried out at the feeling of being so stuffed, your walls burning from the intrusion but that coil inside your belly tightening again, hotter and more intense than before.

“Mhmmm, such a good girl, I promise,” you pressed your lips to his in reassurance, letting your breathy moans fall into his mouth as he started to get a little rougher. His pace was steady, solid, a hard motion of his cock thrusting in and out of you, each push and pull full of purpose and passion. Every plunge was making your lower stomach spasm, making pleasure burst across your body so forcefully that you felt that urge to cry again.

“Wanted to fuck you for so long,” his face was tucked underneath your chin, mouth trailing across your throat between his words. A particularly hard suck against your neck had your back arching, breasts flattening against his chest and your nails clinging to him.

Jean sat back on his knees, big hands smoothing down your thighs as he looked to where your bodies were conjoined, watching how your pussy enveloped his cock with every thrust of his hips, sweet skin encasing all of his length. He looked enraptured by the sight, groaning and hissing every time he pressed inside of you.

Then his eyes were flashing up to your face, softening as he took note of your blissed-out state, your face flushed and your lip between your teeth.

“So pretty,” he mused, a palm ghosting up to your chest to toy with one of your tits as he found a new rhythm.

You were ensnared by the scene before you as well, eyes wide with delight as you admired the man before you. Jean felt unhinged, electric between your legs, like he’d finally let go and was pouring all his clandestine secrets into your willing body. His chestnut hair was swept over his shoulders, the muscles in his arms and across his body rolling, rounded and thick like he was marble come to life. And his face was smooth, pretty, concentrated, cheeks dusky with a dark blush as he found euphoria from within your body.

Your hips began to match his thrusts, bucking up into him in order to feel his thick cock fall deeper into you. His strong hands encouraged you, gripping into the supple flesh of your thighs as he pressed himself into your wetness, faster and faster with every thrust.

“Daddy,” you called out to him, having to bite back a grin as you observed how quickly you earned his attention, “you feel s-so good,” your hand was traveling down your chest, trailing over his fingers on your breast before snaking down to your clit, “p-please let me cum again.”

You had an inkling that he would take over for you.

His thick, long fingers hovered over your own, carefully aiding in swirling over your aching clit. You hissed, recognizing the buildup to orgasm pooling within your belly.

Jean’s other hand slid higher upon your body, fingers lacing around your ribcage, framing the underside of your breast. He began to forcefully pull your body into his, sliding you upon and down the sheets and upon his cock. You cried out, legs tightening at his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, begging him to devour you and take what he wanted. His thumb was almost impatient on your clit, now circling so quickly that your body was shaking, lower stomach clenching and unclenching repeatedly like you were lost in a reckless tide.

“Shit, I’m not gonna last with you squeezing me like that, baby.”

Your mouth watered at the thought of him finding that ultimate pleasure inside of you. Your ears became tuned to the chorus of resonances between your legs, the sweet, wet sounds of skin against skin, of slick at the base of a fat cock, of Jean grunting your name like a lost prayer.

The final chord of your sanity was threatening to snap, you could feel it again, like he was pulling the strings of your body too tightly and you were going to splinter and break with just the right swipe of his thumb.

“I-inside,” you mewled, unable to keep your eyes open any longer as your thighs began to quake, “daddy—oh fuck, fuck—cum inside me, please,”

God you were so fucking close to falling off the edge, and he could feel it, using his grip to bring you even harder and faster down onto your cock to get you careening and falling again.

Your push into oblivion came when you heard him pleading, almost whining, above you, sweat dripping down his skin as his syllables flowed together, “please, please, please, fuck, cum for daddy, cum for me, please.”

You could both feel it, how you creamed around his cock, pussy sucking him in so deliciously tight that it caused him to lose all control. His fingers dug a little too deep, his cock throbbing and pumping deep inside of you with his release. It was like the world went quiet, like a blanket of snow fell onto your bodies and hushed your sounds and cooled your skin. You could feel the heavy weight of him inside of you, like he was meant to be there. Your body relaxed, feeling like you were sinking into the mattress and he was the only thing keeping you from being lost.

When he finally pulled his spent cock from inside you, he wasn’t gone long. His hands were back on you again, pulling you in for simple, affectionate kisses and rubbing tenderly at the places he’d perhaps explored too roughly.

“Jean…” you cut yourself off with a yawn, fatigued limbs winding into his own.

His thigh found its home between your legs again, both of you groaning with a mixture of lust and disgust as you felt his cum drip into a mess between your thighs.

“Whatever it is can wait until morning, we need to sleep.”

“Oh fuck, it’s Christmas.”

He nuzzled your cheek, lips searching for yours.

“Mhmm, Merry Christmas, baby.”

You laughed, laying your head against his chest.

_______________

You weren’t sure how long you slept, but it felt like you spent a small eternity in Jean’s bed before your eyes opened again. When you awoke, he was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with the kitten in his arms. She was ready to play, striped tail swishing as he dangled a toy mouse just out of her reach.

“What time is it?” You stretched, suddenly all too aware that you were still very naked beneath the sheets.

“It’s only eight, everyone else is still asleep aside from Mikasa who actually went for a run in the fucking snow.”

Jean smiled, hair tucked behind his ears, and you felt your heart skip a beat as you realized just how madly in love with him you were. You always aimed to make him smile, to hear him laugh, but to see him gazing at you in the morning sun with pure adoration shining in his hazel eyes had you practically melting into the bed.

“I meant what I said last night, you know,” he said, turning the kitten loose to run across the bed.

“You said a lot of things last night, daddy,” you teased, watching his cheeks turn a pretty pink at the mention of that name.

“I meant about you never spending another holiday alone. Because, you know, I’d like to…” he trailed off, rubbing at the back of his neck like he was genuinely nervous.

You sat up, running a hand down his arm before kissing at his shoulder, momentarily getting lost in the smell and feel of him.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

No one was surprised that the two of you, and the kitten, spent every single holiday together thereafter, mostly naked, and always smiling.

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Birthday girl

I can't believe I did that, but here we are. This fits the "Multiple partners/gangbang" square from the Summer Bingo. With our favorite boys; Mike, Rafael, Sonny & Mike.

Words count: 3,9k

Warnings: Gangbang, p in v, creampie, spanking (slightly)

Sorry if there's any typos...

@thatesqcrush

You had a lot of hopes for your 30th birthday. Not just for the celebration itself but also in general. You thought that by now, you would be in a serious relationship, maybe with a kid or two, or at least planning on having one. You had many things you wanted to do before you were 30, but now that you think about it, you didn’t do much of those things. You’re actually far from it.

It just hurts to see people around you having their life together. Your best friend is married to a lovely man, she has a two year old boy and is pregnant with a second and she owns her business. Your sister - older than you - is traveling all around the world with her husband and their dog. And everytime you meet with your mother, it’s like she has to put pressure where it hurts. Every single time.

The only thing you can’t complain about is your job, and the people you work with. Being a detective at SVU is hard, it’s challenging, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. And you have the most amazing squad with you. Also, the most handsome men you ever met. Seriously. Mike, Sonny, Rafael, Nick. How could you not like your job when you see those faces 24/7?

You had expectations for your celebration party. You invited the squad to a beach house that you rented. They became your family, they are the ones you want to celebrate with. But little by little, it was falling apart. First, Amanda had to cancel since her sister is in town, and everyone knows Kim is a handful. Then, it was Liv turn. The day before, Noah got sick, so she decided to stay at home with him. That’s fair, Noah’s health first. And last but not least, your best friend and her husband canceled too. “No one to take care of the kid,” apparently. Is that what it is to have kids? Not having fun anymore? Cause if that’s it, maybe you don’t want one.

So, in the end, it’s just you and the boys. Not that you mind that thought at all.

You left early in the morning with Sonny. He offered to help you prepare the house, and go grocery shopping. “How’s the birthday girl?” he asked, gently as always.

“Kinda upset that everyone canceled. But I won’t let this ruin my day!”

“You’ll have fun anyway. We planned a few things with the guys,” he teased.

You spent the entire day annoying Sonny so he would talk. But he didn’t say a damn thing. Whatever they have prepared, you have no clue. It does stress you out a little but one thing is sure; you can trust them with your life.

Everything was ready when Mike, Nick and Rafael arrived. When Sonny opened the door to them, their arms were full. You saw booze, food, and gifts. Way too many gifts for one person. “What the hell is all of that?” you exclaimed when they dropped everything on the floor, in the living area.

“Everything we need to celebrate your 30th birthday. You will remember this weekend,” Mike said with a huge grin on his face. He walked up to you and hugged you softly. “Happy birthday Y/N,” he kissed your forehead.

Nick and Rafael did the same as Mike. Then, they quickly put their stuff in the bedrooms, before joining you and Sonny on the terrace, facing the ocean. The weather wasn’t the best, but you couldn’t care less.

“One rule for this weekend; not shop talk,” Nick warned and everyone agreed with it.

The evening started pretty smoothly. You were having drinks, eating the apéritif you and Sonny prepared earlier and chatting about nothing and everything. At some point, Rafael came back with a bottle of champagne and poured everyone a glass. “To our amazing Y/N,” he said, holding his glass in the air. “You probably have no idea what you mean to all of us and that’s actually what makes you even more lovable. We care about you more than you know. Happy birthday, querida,” he smiled and toast with you.

You looked at Rafael with puppy eyes. He and the three others know you’re not used to being praised like this, even though you deserve any less.

“This is nice! Mike, your turn,”

The sergeant obliged. He stood up and cleared his throat, “Everyone knows that me joining SVU was my dad’s idea, but honestly, I can’t thank him enough for making me. Cause now you’re in my life and girl, you won’t get rid of me. I can’t imagine my life without you, Y/N,” he paused, “and without those idiots either, but that’s not their birthdays,”

“You said it anyway,” Nick teased Mike.

“Shut up, Nick! Let him finish,” you elbowed Nick.

“Well, I was done actually. Happy birthday, honey,” he bent over to kiss your cheek and then toasted with you.

“I love you,” you mouthed to him. “Nick, now you can talk,” you were excited about this. The past weeks before your birthday hadn’t been easy, you overthink a lot about your life. You actually cried yourself to sleep the night before, but none of them know. Their words make you feel much better. You’re lucky to have them.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” he said before standing up, “We didn’t start on the right foot, you and me, probably because you never chewed your words with me and I hated it. But you were right on most of the things you ever told me. You’re - without a shadow of a doubt - the best friend I ever had. I can’t wait for us to fight like cats and dogs at the nursery home. Feliz cumpleaños, cariño,” he smiled at you and extended his glass so you could toast together, “Also, you’re hot as hell,”

It was an understatement to be honest, but Nick added this comment because he saw the tears forming in your eyes and he refused to see you cry on your birthday, because of something he said. Fortunately, it worked and you laughed instead of crying. “He’s right,” Rafael added with a wink. Of course, none of them missed how your cheeks turned bright red, even if you tried to play it cool.

“I guess it’s my turn now,” Sonny spoke and stood up. But he stayed silent for a moment, “What they said,” he simply said before sitting again.

Mike, Nick and Rafael immediately started to playfully boo him, “You suck man!” Nick exclaimed.

“You usually can’t shut up and now, that’s all you have to say?” Rafael teased him.

“Y/N should have the right to punish you,” Mike added.

“Oh yes, please! Can I punish you?” you eagerly asked.

“Oh honey,” Rafael grabbed your attention, “you don’t ask someone if you can punish them. You just do it,”

“I know, Rafi. But he’s a good catholic boy, remember? We can’t have him running out of the house, praying for our souls,”

“Y/N. You know Sonny is worse then all of us reunited,” Rafael said this so casually, he didn’t realize how it sounded.

“Dominick Carisi, you’re such a liar!” Mike shouted, “you told me you and Raf didn’t hook up!”

“Yeah well, about that? I lied,”

Sonny and Rafael exchanged sweet looks, while you were silently drinking your glass of champagne.. “Are you two dating or something?” Nick asked.

Rafael was about to say something, but Mike stood up in one quick motion and shouted even louder, “Oh my god!” The four of you looked at him, “I think what you should be asking, Nick, is if the three of them are a thing!”

One thing you hate about Mike is how he can read you like an open book. It was hard to hide from him, the night you had with Sonny and Rafael a few months ago. Now, there was no point to lie.

“I can’t believe you three hook up and didn’t say a damn thing,” Nick said.

“To be honest, I’m more offended about not being invited,” Mike added.

That’s how the night took a very different turn.

*****

“I think all the attention should be on the birthday girl,” Rafael said as he was unbuttoning his shirt. You and Sonny were kissing on one side of the couch while Mike and Nick were making out on the other side.

“Raf is right. To be fair, we have an entire weekend in this house,” Mike added.

In a matter of seconds, you were standing in the middle of the master bedroom, with the four men around you. “Mike and Nick need to know the safe word.” Rafael commented, and Sonny took his tongue out of your month to let you speak.

“Armadillo,” you said.

You can’t even begin to describe how you feel about all of this. Those four men just for you? All of their attention on you? That thought only could make cum on the spot. You had to remember the ground rules you had with Sonny and Rafael a few months ago, and the first one is not to overthink. You all know you can trust one another. You’re more safe with those four guys than with one single random guy.

Once the safe word was known to everyone, Sonny remained kissing you. You immediately granted access to his tongue, it was sloppy but passionate. Meanwhile, you felt a pair of hands taking off your top and another one taking care of your pants. “Matching underwear,” Mike commented, as he was the one staring, “You hoped for this, didn’t you?” You smiled against Sonny. You didn’t hope for a gangbang, but yes, you did hope to get lucky. But this was better than anything you hoped for.

“Of course, she did,” you heard Nick’s voice coming from behind you. He gently unhook your bra, freeing your tits and he didn’t waste a second before playing with them. Your nipples were already hard, craving for attention. “She knew she could have any of us,”

“Oh Nick, that’s worse than that. She knew she could have the four of us,” Rafael added, as one of his hands slided in your panties, feeling how hot and wet you were. “Guys, she is dripping,” he let the others know, and he gently started to tease your clit with his thumb.

As Sonny kept kissing you, Nick kept playing with your tits, and Rafael kept teasing your drenched entrance, Mike got undressed. You saw him from the corner of your eyes, and your attention quickly fell on his rock hard erection. He smiled when he noticed where you were looking and started to stroke himself. You locked eyes with him while tentatively trying to touch one of the guy's cock. Your hand landed on Sonny’s crotch and he groaned at the sensation, even through the fabric of his jeans. But Rafael used his free hand to grab your wrist. “Such a needy cock slut,” he said, right next to your ear.

“Maybe Sonny should replace his tongue with his cock,” Nick offered and he felt you nodding. So Sonny stopped kissing you, he briefly took a look at your swollen lips, and your naked body being taken care of by Rafael and Nick.

“Well, Mike, get closer,” Sonny said as he undressed himself, “She loves having two cocks in her mouth. Am I right, Y/N?”

Everything that was happening was too much, you struggled to find your words, so you nodded. But it wasn’t enough for them. “You want to hear you say it,” Mike said after he finally got closer to you.

“I--I want your cocks--” you moaned as Rafael finally entered your core with one finger, “in my month,” you moaned even more when Nick pinched both of your nipples, just enough to make it hurt, “All of them,” you finally added.

To make sure Rafael and Nick could still work on your body, Mike and Sonny stood up on the edge of the bed. Your face was right at their crotch. You took one cock in each hand, gently stroking them, “I think Mike should be first. I already know how your mouth feels,” you agreed and focused on Mike’s cock, but with your other hand still stroking Sonny’s. You softly licked the head, tasting the precum coming out, before taking him in your mouth. Mike let out a huge groan at the feeling, “Man, when was the last time you had a blowjob?” Nick joked.

“Way too long,” he managed to say.

You have to admit, it’s hard to give a good blowjob to a man, while two others are worshipping your body. But Rafael decided to withdraw his hand from your panties and quickly after, you felt a cold breeze as Nick’s hands and body drift away from you. “Don’t forget about Sonny, babygirl,” you heard from the other side of the room.

Your jaw is going to be sore as fuck in the morning as you opened your mouth as much as you could, to take both Sonny’s and Mike’s cocks in. Obviously, they can’t both fit in but it is mostly about playing with the heads and your tongue.

You jolted when you felt a very warm body against your back. You recognized Rafael’s smell. He was fully naked. He held your hips strongly, sliding his hard cock in your panties and stroking it against your ass. You felt his hot breath in your neck before he planted a few wet kisses there.

Your face was a mess. It was a mix of saliva and precum from both men. Your pussy was a mess too. You were so wet, you could feel it on your thighs. You kept sucking Sonny and Mike for a short moment before they made you stop. Mike got down from the bed and kissed you deeply, enjoying the mixture that was there.

Someone finally took your panties off, you don’t know who and you couldn’t care less. You were desperate to be fucked.

*****

The first to get inside you was Nick. You were lying on the bed, a complete mess already, and Nick got on top of you. He gently kissed you, teased your entrance for a short moment before sinking inside your pussy in a slow motion. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned as he bottomed out. He started to thrust you, slow and deep at first.

The sounds you were making were such a turn on to the four men. As Nick was fucking you good, you had no idea where Mike, Sonny and Rafael were, until you felt someone climbing on the bed. When you opened your eyes, you saw Rafael’s face above you and his cock was a few inches from your mouth. “Open that pretty mouth for me,” he said and you obliged. As Nick was fucking your pussy, Rafael was facefucking you. And this was a lot to handle. It didn’t take long for you to feel your orgasm coming up. Your cries were muffled by Rafael’s thick cock as you came, and it brought him an overwhelming sensation that made him groan hard. “Such a good girl, creaming my cock like this,” Nick said. He wasn’t far from coming either. He buried his face in your neck, and he felt your nails crashing on his skull. It took a few more thrusts before he loaded his hot cum inside you, crying out your name.

He stayed on top of you for a moment before pulling out, at the same time Rafael stopped facefucking you and you cried at the emptiness.

“Someone doesn’t like to feel empty?” It was Sonny who talked. He was sitting next to you and he pushed two fingers inside your pussy, taking Nick’s cum back where it belonged. Your body arched at the feeling and you moaned deeply. “So worked up already. But we’re not done with you,”

“You better not,” you laughed.

“Oh, she’s teasing!” Mike exclaimed. “Babygirl, when we're done with you, you won’t be able to sit for weeks. Everyone at the precinct will wonder what happened during the weekend,” he kissed you while Sonny added a third finger inside your core. You felt a second orgams building inside your belly.

“You better not come on Sonny’s fingers,” Rafael warned you, “You’re only allowed to come on our cocks,” you found him in the room and locked eyes with him.

You knew from his expression what he was waiting for, “Yes, sir,” you agreed.

“That’s our good girl,”

Then it was Sonny’s. The man has a soft spot for a good doggy style, so he ordered you to get on all fours and you obeyed. He stroked his cock between your ass cheeks for a moment before sliding inside you so easily. “God, you take us so well, baby,” he said as he started to thrust. He was faster than Nick, and you know from experience that Sonny has incredible stamina. He can rock inside you hard and fast for a long moment.

“You feel so good inside me,” you moaned, “Fuck, Sonny! Yes!”

“That’s right, take that cock, doll,” he said, slamming harder.

As you grabbed the sheets into your fists, you felt someone crawling under you. It was Nick. He laid down and brought your mouth to his in an eager kiss. Sonny kept fucking you, his hands were strongly holding your hips, so you understood it was someone else that spank you. Mike or Rafael, you didn’t know - although, you had an idea; Rafael does love to spank you - and you cried inside Nick’s mouth. Then you felt someone grabbing your arms to lock them in your back. Nick held you close against him, stroking your hair as your second orgasm hit you hard.

Feeling your pussy clenching around his cock, and hearing you cursing non sense, sent Sonny over the edge. He almost collapsed on you as he came deep inside you.

You felt the emptiness when Sonny took his cock out of you but it was quickly filled by someone’s fingers. You were just a pile of lambs on Nick, but you jolted when one of them curled two fingers inside your pussy. “You love that, don’t you? Nick’s and Sonny’s cum mixing inside you,” You don’t know if that’s Rafael that is fingering you but he’s the one talking. You were still catching your breath when the fingers were replaced by a cock teasing your entrance.

“Do you want to keep going, babygirl? We can st--”

“I didn’t say the word, did I, Mike?” you shot.

“Right. Then it’s my turn to fill that pussy,” he didn’t give you the time to answer, he shoved his cock inside your cunt.

“Oh fuck! Mike, yes!”” you cried.

Nick stayed under you as Mike fucked you hard. Mike’s short nails scratched your back as he went in and out of you. He withdrew completely before sinking back and bottoming down. He did that a few times, enjoying your noises every time he hit your sweet spot. “Damn, that pussy is so perfect,” he growled.

“It was made for us,” Sonny said.

On your left, you saw Rafael standing there, stroking his cock as he watched Mike fucking you. You extended your hand to replace his and he let you. “You can’t get enough,” he teased you.

“Never,” you grinned.

Mike grabbed your hair in his fist, bringing your back to his chest. That new angle almost sent you over the edge again. “Holy shit, this feels amazing,” you breathed out. You didn’t notice the look Rafael and Sonny exchanged. You sloppily kept stroking Rafael, while Sonny’s hand found its way to your clit. Mike had to hold you close to him as a third orgasm arrived.

Nick was still laying on the bed, an arm under his head. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s like my very own porn movie,”

“Get ready to take a new part in it,” Sonny winked at him.

“Working on it,” he said, stroking his semi hard cock.

Sonny chuckled before burying his face in your chest. He sucked on your nipples, and kept playing with your clit. “Jesus, fuck! I--I’m--coming,” you managed to say as your third orgasm hit. You held onto Sonny’s shoulder for dear life, Mike was slamming so hard and fast inside you, chasing his own orgasm. He bit your shoulder as he emptied himself deep inside you, adding his semence to Sonny’s and Nick’s.

You collapsed in Sonny’s arms and he gently laid you on the bed, next to Nick. Mike was catching his breath on the edge of the bed. “Water,” you managed to say.

Not that it mattered, but Nick seems to be the best for the aftercare. He gently stroked your hair, and planted sweet kisses all over your face. Sonny came back with water for everyone. All of this is more than amazing, this can’t be compared to anything you ever experienced before but you gladly enjoyed the water break.

As you were sitting on the bed, Rafael grabbed your face to kiss you. It was soft, almost loving. Your hands traveled his hairy chest as you granted access to his tongue. You fell on your back, taking him with you. “You okay?” he whispered.

“Never better. Fuck me, Raf,”

On the other side of the bed, Nick chuckled. “Three cocks, three orgasms and she is still asking for it. You’re such a pretty slut, Y/N, aren't you?”

“I’m your slut. To the four of you,” you smiled at him.

Rafael teased your entrance with his cock as he was kissing and nipping your neck. Your pussy was a wet and sticky mess. The other men fucked you open, Rafael slided inside you so easily. To be honest, he wasn’t far from coming already after everything he witnessed and you wrapped him so perfectly, it was overwhelming.

You moaned loudly in his ear, your nails digging in his skull. As he thrusted into you, he couldn’t help but to slap your thigh, since he can’t reach your ass for a proper spank. But you could reach his, so you returned the favor. It took him by surprise, so did the growl he let out. “Someone likes to be spank,” Sonny commented, before duplicating your action on Rafael’s ass.

Another spank, but this time from Mike. And one from Nick. You loved having all the attention from the guys, but you have to admit that this brings something else to you. Hopefully this will be repeated before you go back to New York, but this time, this will be an orgy, instead of a gangbang.

You bit Rafael’s bottom lip, as he thrusted fast and hard inside you. “Give it to me, Raf. I need you to cum inside me, just like them,” he crashed his lips on yours, as a hand traveled between the two of you to play with your clit. You were oversensitive, and exhausted, you weren’t sure you could have a fourth orgasm before it hit you. You wrapped your arms around Rafael’s neck, “That’s right, babygirl, let it go. Cum on my cock,” he said in your ear, huskily.

That was exactly what you needed to cum one more time. Rafael’s thrusts became sloppy as he chased his relief. Finally, he added his liquid to the mixture and collapsed on you.

*****

“I have to admit, I’m so glad everyone else canceled,” you confessed, laying like a sea star on the bed. Obviously, the four men agreed with you.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” they all said at the same time.

Best fucking birthday ever.

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