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Lighthouse

A/N: 🐞... Okayz my dearest love bugs, 💕 another one done for @jacklesversebingo 🥰 yayaness, I know its been a while though, But I hope y'all are gonna enjoy this one, I must say I'm super proud and, a little terrified as this is 'Supernatural' based 🫣🤭, so let me know what y'all think.🥰 Okayz much love🥰❤️🩷

Warnings: *18+ Only* Horror, Thriller, Mentions of blood, violence, angsty, little fluff, heartbreaking, drama.

Line: Tree, Clock, Rope

Characters: Dean x Fem Reader, Sam, Benny, Cas, Crowley

Words: 6700 😱🫣 I know I'm sorry.

Cover & Pictures: Pinterest, Canva, Google

Side Note: Please check out my Masterlist for more, epic stories🐞💕

The sky has turned into grey, dark clouds threatening too cover the earth with its darkness, the smell of rain is everywhere as it nourishes the earth, as you stand under the pouring rain, listening too him say, goodbye, letting the rain mix with the tears on your cheeks. Not being able too move a muscle, you just stood there unable to make a single sound, unable to ask him why, why after this long, did he want to break up with you, did he want to throw away the life you built. Weren't you enough for him no more,? Is there someone else? Why Now?

The way he said goodbye wasn't with a voice filled with anger, no, his emerald green eyes was sad, his voice almost breaking when he said "I need too let you go sweetheart" and his lips found yours instinctively, it was a soft, kiss, mixed with the taste of him, salt and rain. You didn't want him too leave, you wanted to grab ahold of him, and beg him too stay, but before you could, he got in that Chevy Impala, the engine roared and the tires screeched, as he drove off into the darkness, not a single star in the sky, its almost as if the magic of the moonlight left with him.

Its been a little over three months since he left you standing in the rain, like some dumb country song, but you somehow found a way too move through your everyday life, you were a hunter before you met Dean, and you still are, well in all honesty saving people is the only thing that got you through the days.

It isn't really a job you tell everyone about, oh heck no!, its more a work you keep too yourself, letting your family believe, your just a traveling failure, well you always did kind of feel like you lost your way over the years, but these days your numb. Your best friend Sam doesn't even talk too you anymore, you don't really have a lot of folks who you could call, and say "hey, ya know I'm not really doing well, I need a pick me up or a damn hug" no you always kept too yourself, not trusting anyone, but the day you met Dean and Sam on a hunt it changed.! Sam quickly became your best friend and well Dean soon became the only man you'll ever love, even though he had his issues. And then there was Castiel the angel, he has always felt like a beacon of hope, making you laugh with his "I don't understand that reference" sayings. But the day Dean walked out they all left, leaving you completely alone in this damn scary world. It's not the monsters that scares you, no that you get, but it's the people. Every single person you have met in your life has a hidden agenda, why can't they just be good people.

Sitting at the diner in the small town, were you were investigating strange disappearances, ordering a black coffee, the display with the different pies catching your eye. Your mind wanders off to Dean's birthday... You prepared all his favorite foods, burgers, bacon, fries, the greaser the better, and then you started with the making of his favorite pies. But somewhere along the way you forgot about the pie's in the oven, letting them burn to a crisp, after you rushed in, trying to save what's left of the charred goods, seeing it was disaster, you wouldn't be able to save it, you burst into tears, cussing yourself for messing up what's supposed to be the perfect day, you felt his strong arms pulling you towards his chest, staining his shirt with the wetness of your cheeks. He's breathe hot as he kissed you, in a loving, comforting way, reassuring you everything will be okay, it's just pie's not the end off the world.

He always did know how too comfort you, how too chase the darkness away, he was your lighthouse, so to say, showing you the way, back too the light. And now, now there's no more light too go home. No more home, just nothing.

Taking a sip of the now cold bitter coffee, that kind of taste like, old shoes, not that you'll know how that would taste like, but betting its something like this. Placing the cup down, sliding the dollar's underneath the half full cup on the diner table, you get up, throwing your ball cap on, hair hanging loose on your shoulders, taking your leather jacket and phone, you start too head out of the small town diner. Walking towards your Harley Davidson, you've always liked the way, that bunch of metal, felt roaring as you sat on that leather seat, the wind rushing through your hair, the way those gas fumes, flowed through your veins, not even to talk about the adrenaline that went with it, oh damn, you felt about your Harley like Dean felt about his impala. Seeing a giant creep checking out your bike, leaning on it, irritation in your voice "excuse, what are you doing?"

His voice rough and unpleasant "why do you care, little missy"

Walking closer, your eyes darker than usual "that's my bike"

The bald man, with his long beard, hiding his tatted neck, started to laugh "No way such a small little thing can handle that sort of horse power"

"I'm only going to ask you nicely one more time, get off my damn bike!"

Crossing his arms in front of him, "Or what? You gonna call the little cops"

"No! I'm going to make you get off my bike"

"I'd like to see you try missy"

She really wasn't in the mood for this. So she tried to shove him off, but he was on the larger side and didn't really move a single damn inch. It just made him irritated "hey come here missy" he said as he grabbed a hold of your arm, you smiled, that made him look at you all confused, but he soon realized, he should not have messed with you, as you took his fingers, and started bending them backwards, bringing the big guy down to your size. With your free hand, you punched the sucker in the face. Got up on your bike, and drove down the road too the nearest bar you could find, for information and while you where there you might as well get something to drink.

The Black Chevy Impala roared as it parked in front of the diner, Dean and Sam got out, a big guy, with a black eye, just got off the ground as they started making their way towards the door, Dean looked at the guy a smirk on his face "What happened to you buddy?"

The man mumbled "crazy biker chick"

Dean just laughed, as he figured this chick was probably part of his gang, as the beaten up guy had a biker jacket with their logo on. He still smiled but he felt stabbing pains in his heart. His sweetheart was a 'biker chick' a swell, she could handle that roaring horsepower better than most men, and man!, was she tough, so fierce and fiery, so passionate and yet so gentle, vulnerable at times, so fragile, she cared more than most, people, and beautiful, so freaking beautiful, her smile could light up a room, he fell hard for her the first time he saw her, and it just grew from there he loved her , he still loved her, but he just had too walk away, for her own safety, everyone close too him get hurt or dies. And especially with everything going on, he couldn't risk it, if someone found out, that she wasn't just another hunter, no she was the love of his life, he'd never forgive himself if something would happen too her. Sam calling his name for the fourth time pulled him out of his deep thoughts, "Hey man, you with me?"

"Yeah, yeah, just thinking I need a drink not coffee"

Sam gave him a sympathetic smile, knowing his brother probably thought of her again, he just nods and says "okay sure let's go"

The only information she got was that, some of the missing folks were last seen close too a pig farm , on the outskirts of this town.

And now, now she just sat here swallowing the vodka, it was easier than too think that Dean aren't coming back, hating how she felt , how alone and miserable, how heartbroken, she really thought that she was stronger than this, but no, she's weak and pathetic, sobbing about a man, a damn man who left her in the pouring rain. What the hell was wrong with her, she never was the kind, to be good little wife material, who would cook for her husband and bake brownies for her children's school, but the sad truth was she wanted too be all that with Dean, she would've gave up hunting, too be his wife and the mother of his children. But clearly he didn't feel the same. Thumbing away a stray tear, she gestures to the bartender , for another. The music was loud and the alcohol made her slightly lightheaded, she knew she needed some air, sliding off the barstool, walking towards the exit, fumbling in her pockets for a packet of cigarettes, she only smokes when she drinks. Some guy, lit her cigarette, she just nods, thanking him with a smile as she stood in the crisp evening air, the air mixed with nicotine hit her lungs, letting a little cough escapes her lips. As she blows out the smoke, she heard that damn Chevy pull in, she couldn't miss it , Dean had a certain way if driving and it was him for sure. She just stood there, frozen in the darkness. "What the hell is he doing here" whispering underneath her breath. Hoping that he doesn't see her, knowing that she will burst out in tears the moment she tried to speak too him.

He wales past a couple of bikes, that's when he saw it, her bike, hard too miss it, on the rear bumper the lyrics of her favorite Bon Jovi song. He elbows his brother "Sam, she's here"

Sam looked at him shocked, "What? Are you sure"

Running his hand over his face "Of course I'm damn sure" clearing his throat "I can't see her, man, I just can't, I've missed her so much, it was hard enough too walk away from her that night, I won't be able to do it again"

Sam places his hand on his big brother shoulder "Don't you think, this whole protection thing your trying is dumb"

Dean's jaw clenched, "No, Everybody around me dies, and there's nothing I can do about it, I have to let her go"

Sam just shook his head, his known his brother felt like this for a while now, but it's gotten worse, his unsure why, but he will try and get through too him, Dean's only been happy, whenever he was with her. "Okay let's go"

Dean and Sam made their way towards the car, they're about to get in when they heard a spine chilling scream , Dean recognized her voice. He searches in the darkness, when he catches a glimpse of four men, throwing her in a black van. He didn't even realized it but he started running towards the van, as the last of them jumped in, he saw a glimpse of her, the last thing he heard, was her screaming his name and a gun shot, which brought him to a stop as he fell to the ground, chanting her name over and over, until his eyes fell closed.

Sam fired his gun towards the van, but couldn't get decent shots from that angle. He fell to his knees next to his brother, glancing at the bullet wound in his chest, the blood gushing out, he applied pressure on the wound, he could feel the life draining from his brother as he begged Castiel to come. Sam's eyes damp with tears, his heart pounding in his throat, a silent scream escaping his lip "Cas, please man, I need you Dean need's you"

You could hear the flutter of wings, when the celestial being landed, his face struck with concern "What happened?"

Sam glanced at the man in the trench coat, holding his brother in arms, "please, just help him Cas"

The angel approached his best friend, there was nothing quite as bad, as seeing him, in pain, placing his hand on Dean's shoulder and Sam's, the three men found themselves in a motel, Dean was still unconscious but breathing, Sam glanced at the angel, mouthing a "thank you"

Traces of the tears still evident on her cheeks as she recalled Dean getting shot, he was there, running towards her, he stilled cared. The four men watched her like a hawk, she cradled her legs in the corner, as if she's a animal trying too hide herself from the prey.

The van came to a stop, she knew something had to be done, so she took the knife she hid in her boots, covered it in her hand, she knew taking all four men was asking to much, so she'll have to isolate them. Take them one by one. The men double, maybe triple her size, but she aren't going down this way, without a fight.

As the two men , opened the door, she saw what looked like a barn, there where cages, with other people inside, seeing she's not the only one that needed saving, she slid the knife back in her boot. She needed more information than this, so she went with it. The man held her by her hair, threw her into a cage which had two other girls probably about round about 16 and 18, and much older man, in his late 60's maybe. Hitting the the floor, scraping her palms.

The older man helped her up, "you okay?"

"Yeah thanks never been better" the sarcasm rolled over her pressed lips.

A big guy, came standing against the cage, with a stupid smug on his round face. "When Ricky there told me about this little woman, who punched him, just for leaning against her bike, I knew I had too throw you in the ring"

She got to a standing position, striding closer, too this gigantic man, "What are you? A human trafficker , organ? What"

He laughed "None of the above, just a business man," he started walking away.

"What is he talking about?" Her eyes intensified "Does anyone know why we are here?"

She heard a man's voice coming from another cage, he was beaten pretty bad, "We are here too fight against each other, like the movie Condemned, apparently it happens in really life" he let out a defeated laugh. The whole barn filled with chatter, people gasping for air, as the initial shock took over. Those who haven't seen the movie, quickly got enlighten by those who have, the rich of the rich, places bets on the person, who they think will survive and it gets streamed on the dark web for everyone to watch.

There's a clock with a timer and the one who have killed all the other 'players' in that amount of time, gets to live another round. Some just cried, the others just quietly, sat in the corners of their cages, holding on too their knees, as if that's going to help, everywhere in that barn there's cages filled with silence and then those with chatter.

Then in the cage she's in, the two young teenage girls just hold on too each other, clinging for dear Life. The grey old guy, just kept mumbling too himself, "I can't kill these people" over and over.

Probably not the most polite thing in this situation but damn, it worked on her nerves, she's trying think of a solution, a plan something to save these people. But she was all out of ideas, to be honest, except maybe one, her back was against the cage, she silently started to talk to Cas, asking him to come and find her, but nothing, he didn't hear or he didn't want too, either way it was up too her.

Glancing down at the ground, then her leather boots she remembered the knife, she could use that too unlock the cage door, then start freeing the others, she took the last bit of hope in her hand, starting to put the blade in, turning and wiggling it, until she heard the click sound, she was overjoyed, she slowly opened the screeching steel door, every noise sounded as loud as thunder.

She could see the different keys, close to the barn entrance, almost walking on the balls of her feet, so that she didn't make a single sound, reaching for the keys, her fingertips barely touching it, she jumped into the air, grabbing ahold if it, she started making her way towards the first cage. Searching for the key that fits, the barn doors flung open, she recognized the guy, Ricky from earlier, and some other dude, who made her skin crawl , "Hey how'd you get out?" Ricky shouted.

"What you can see me?" She joked, something she always did, when she was very nervous.

The other guy ran to her, but she kicked him before he even could touch her, she still had the knife in hand, this big fella didn't say, much, he charged towards her, when that silver blade touched his arm, it made him squirm, "Oh that's just freaking lovely, what are you, a vamp? A wolfie?" She sneered

The moment he showed his, teeth she knew it was a werewolf, the other folks in the cages screamed, as they never saw such a creature.

"So this games rigged? Normal human being and creatures from the night, joining the game"

Surprised the wolf looked at her , a growl "your a hunter?"

Mischievous smile on her lips "why would you say that?" The wolf growled once again, as he charged towards your position, clawing your back, as he flung you against a cage, everything is swimming before her eyes, all you could make out was that she was flung against the beaten up man, he had the bluest eyes, which kind of reminded her about Castiel's eyes.

The wolf like creature came closer, looking for your blood, that's when the man stood up, black coat drenched in blood, unsure if it was his own, or some of the creature's his killed, the last time, his blue orbs, illuminated, bloodshot veins stretched like a roadmap in his eyes , his fangs came out revealing that his a vampire.

Laying there, you where left at the mercy of these two, but you were surprised when the vamp, took ahold of the wolf, smashing his head against the bars, he had this deep old time southern voice "leave her alone"

The man, glared at her and the vamp, picking her up, letting her sway like a sack of potatoes in the air. Ricky quickly came to open the cage, throwing her in by the vampire, "You can have her".

Knowing the open wounds made the situation worse, as it was like a magnet for the vamp, she tried too get up, too defend herself but, in that moment she was too weak.

The vamp, came closer towards her, his features returned to those of a man, his voice kind "I'm not going to hurt you, I'm Benny"

Shocked "Benny, like in Benny Lafitte? Dean's friend?"

He smiled, "I thought I recognized you, saw you once on his lock screen, asked him about this new women in his life, he told me you are the love of his life"

Smirking, "Yeah that's awhile ago I guess"

Confusion written all over his face, but before he could ask, the barn filled with gas, hearing Benny say "its to knock us out so they can take us to the next location" before you could find out more, the knock out gas started taking its toll.

His eyes flutter open, Sam and Cas both sharing the same concerned facial expressions, his voice croaky "what did something happen? Is.." struggling to form the words "is she gone?"

Sam spoke quickly, trying to reassure his big brother "No! We don't know, Cas can't pick up her location"

Cas spoke "Wherever she's at, must be warded off with sigils"

Dean groaned when he sat up, "we have to save her, I can't loose her"

The three of them turned their heads when they heard the familiar phrase from Crowley "Hello Boys"

Dean immediately got up, pointing a finger at him, "Do you have something to do with her disappearance, tell me now!"

Crowley gave him a sympathetic look, that lasted about an second "Squirrel I had nothing to do with her, but I know where you can find her"

Dean could not control the anger that intensified in his chest, he smashed Crowley against the nearest wall, his arm pressing against his throat his forest green eyes pierced the black ones, his voice low, and stern "Crowley if your messing with me, I will kill you, I swear I'll kill"

With the flick of Crowley's fingers Dean flew across the room, he shouts, this whole situation clearly upsetting him as well. "She saved my damn life, why would I want something to happen to her, she cared enough to save me, ME!!!" Crowley shouted.

Sam hurried to help Dean up, recalling the saving Crowley is talking about, he was stuck in a devils trap, bounded with chains around his hands and neck, as some other hunter took out all his anger on Crowley, stabbing him over and over, when she came in, tried talking the man down, but he didn't see any reason as he thought Crowley was to blame for the death of his family, but he wasn't, he had nothing to do with it. As she was talking to this guy, she slowly started to scratch the round red chalked circle on the floor with the heel of her boots, so that Crowley can break free, the line was finally broken, by clicking his fingers the chains shook loose and fell into a thousand pieces, the other hunter saw what she did, ran towards her, pushed the blade right through her upper torso. That's when Dean and Sam ran into, her for the first time, they where hunting the hunter who they thought was possessed but turns out he had such an amount of rage inside him, that whom ever got in his way, he'd kill.

Dean's harsh voice pulled Sam out of his thoughts, "Where is she Crowley"

"Well not only her , but other people as well, even Werewolves and vampires, you named it they have it, I know the location, but we have to go now," he clears his throat, "there's only one snag, neither can I nor Cass get in their, the damn sigils on the barns wall, wont let us through"

Dean's already halfway across the room, towards the door, "what are we waiting for"

In a matter of seconds the four of them stood In front of the barn on the pig farm, Sam is busy discussing a plan of action but Dean, already pushed the barn doors open, "what the hell Dean" the loudness in Sam's voice makes Dean face him, but he just shakes him off, not answering, too determined to safe her, he walks in, gun in hand, ready for anything, everywhere you look, all the cage doors stands open, not a single trace of anyone, something glistening on the floor catches his eye, its a rose gold chain with a heart shaped locket, he didn't need to turn it around, to see the engraved 'love you always D.W' to know its hers, he opens it anyways, glaring at the picture, both off them laughing, the way they looked at each other, you could feel the electricity, the love they shared, he folds it closed in his fisted hand, his eyes damp with emotion. He runs outside, punches Crowley straight in the face. Cas takes ahold of Dean's arm's demanding him to stop. The defeated look on his face is too much too bare for the three men looking at Dean, disappointed and unsure where to look next they start looking around the farm for clues, for something that can give him a glimpse of hope.

The strong sunrays, burning her eyes, as she opens them, the pain from last night's fight, let's her realize what's happening, she tries too move, but can't, searching for the reason, she sees the rope wrapped around her arms, and waist, too a tree, she tries too wiggle, to get out off the tight grip, that's when she hears a ticking of a clock tick-tock, tick-tock, it sounded incredibly loud, looking up to where the sounds came from, seeing giant speakers blaring the sound of a clock. A rough unpleasant voice spoke, game rules: "Everything goes, you can use any weapon you can find, to kill your opponent, and also remember the last one standing gets too live" he lets out a snotty laugh. "Oh yes, and contestants, we made the first kill very easy, if you can find contestant five, she's tied up and ready to kill, oh and give us a show" he laughs harder, then all of the sudden its dead silence, figuring she's contestant no: five, she'd better think of something to get out if this situation. Her words barely a whisper, "I don't even know why I try, but Cas are you there, Crowley, can someone hear me? Please I need someone"

The rustling of the leaves, let's her know there's someone, maybe it's Cas or Crowley, maybe its someone's who wants to take her as their first kill.

The large man with his black coat walks towards her.

He's voice hushed, "let me get you outta here"

"Oh darn, I'm so thankful its you Benny"

As he unties her, they hear rustling in the bushes, he hands her a knife, and they stand ready for action, back against back, three people came closer, it's the three she shared the cage with, she and Benny suggested they walk behind them, so that the two of them can protect them.

The further they walk the more danger they seem too run into, Benny takes the most werewolves, windigos and Leviathan's , as for you, you take most of the other human beings, who wants to attack the two teenage girls and old man.

You are bruised, beaten and torn up, unsure if your body is covered in your own blood or those of the enemies, you keep on going, grateful, that you had these people to protect, because if you had to be honest, if it weren't for them, you wouldn't fight so hard to survive, every now and then you get flashbacks of how Dean got shot, knowing it was fatal, you don't want to allow yourself to think that he could be really gone, there's this glimmer of hope that he might still be alive, maybe Sam helped him, maybe Cas or Crowley.

Resting against a tree to catch your breath, you see the blood gushing down your arm, one of the men came at you with a damn axe, and in the fight he threw the axe towards you, pinning you against a tree, it must've been the adrenaline but you wiggled that axe, out of you arm, screaming while throwing it back at him, which ended up between his eyes. You fell too your knees, the emotion welling up behind your eyes, you get caught off guard when someone or something picks you up in the air. A little weak, and confused all you can see is that your draped over the large man, with multiple tattoos shoulder, it didn't take long, too lose consciousness.

Dean could not believe what he just heard, both Cas and Crowley told him, that they heard you call out too them, they knew where you were, you where caught in Purgatory, damn Purgatory. What the hell is going on. It felt like someone took his very last breath. His been too Purgatory, It's no joke for sure, it changed him, the only person who made him whole was her, his sweetheart and now, now she's going through all of that.

Crowley spoke with his people, which revealed, that the one and only Dick Roman sits behind it all, with a connection in the real world, who takes normal people, of all ages just to make money, and feed his obsession of killing people.

His quiet, as he drives too the place where the portal opens to Purgatory, thinking about all the things there, so many monsters, dangers around every corner. He just hopes, his going to make it in time, she just has too be okay, has to be alive, squinting his eyes as he recalls what he had too do, too survive.

"Sweetheart you awake?" Rolling over too the right side of the bed, emerald green eyes looking back at you, "Baby?"

"Why do you look so surprised sweetheart"

"Uhmmm I'm not really sure, it feels so right yet so wrong" she smiled

Without a single word, Dean cups your face, places his lips on yours, its sweet, it's sensual, yet filled with passion. Breaking the kiss, you look at him, studying his face, the speck of hazel around the black pupil, the way, his freckles runs across his nose, almost like the milky way, the corners of his mouth, that is slightly curled in a smile, his plumps lips, that's slightly swollen from the kiss, the little stubble on his chin and cheeks, the way his jawline just kind of frames his picture perfect face, the way his deep smoky voice fills the air, and your body with a exhilarating energy, "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked.

Your voice barely audible and brittle, "I just love you, I love you more than life itself"

His voice calm, but certain "Marry Me"

Your jaw dropped, "What?"

He started to kiss your lips softly, his breathe hot as he said "Yes babe, I want you to be my wife?"

Searching his eyes your lips crept upwards into a smile, your voice sounded more brittle than you intended "Yes, yes Dean Winchester, I'll marry you"

The joy dancing in his green eyes, made you happy, even though a few stray tears rolled over your cheeks.

Feeling like your walking on cloud nine, then all of the sudden, you get this sharp pain in you ribs, unwillingly your eyes flutter open, gasping for air "what the hell?"

Looking around you, seeing your in some kind of room, chains around your wrists, hanging from what looks like the ceiling, clothing blood-soaked. Hair sticking to your face, sweat mixed with blood. Your feet barely touching the floor, it feels as if your arms is getting pulled out of their sockets if you move to much, your throat dry, realizing you must've been passed out, it wasn't really a dream, more like a memory, Dean did ask you too marry him, and then outta nowhere, two days later, you where left standing in the rain, the tears streaming down your face, unsure if it's about the way Dean left things, or the situation your currently thrown in.

Sighing, whispering to no one really "I'm tired, I'm so tired, I can't anymore and I don't want to anymore" head hanging down, looking at the floor, closing your eyes, wishing all this could be over, you heard heavy footsteps, laughter filling the dark air.

His voice smooth "All this turned out better than I could've imagined"

Confused you glare at him "okay, fine you win, get it over with"

Walking closer towards you, big smug on his face, "see, I can't deal with you yet, I know who you are" getting angrier now "I'll finally get my revenge, Dean will watch you die, he wanted to send me here, now I will take something precious from him"

Shocked to hear that he thinks Dean is still alive , she plays along maybe, it's her way out, Scoffing "Well sorry to hear you think he'd be coming to look for me, because we aren't together no more"

He laughs, "oh no, he is already here, searching for you, my men left him a little bread trail, as to where you are"

Furious now, you shake, trying to get loose, shouting "You leave Dean alone, kill me , but let him go please"

Clapping his hands together, "Ah, young love" he laughs harder "I am going to kill you, but Dean needs to watch, then I'll kill Sam, Cas and even Crowley, all while Dean has to watch"

Eyes wide, barely audible "They're all here"

His smug smile never leaving his face "oh yes, all of them, clearly they care, its so pathetic, you humans, you know that?"

Squinting her eyes, trying too fight the tears threatening to spill over, you care about all of them, more than you care to admit. He just simply walks out of sight. The silence is deafening, the only thing she can hear is her heart racing, Dean's alive, he came looking for her. Somewhere between the excitement of hearing Dean's alive and the spine chilling silence, she lost consciousness.

They hardly had too beat the crap out of some of the men, on their road to this half torn down, factory like building, all of them agreed, it felt like a trap, but Dean didn't give a damn, he needed to find her, save her and bring her home, he has been cursing himself internally, the whole damn way, if only he didn't freak out, but the moment he realized he wanted to marry her, be her husband, wishing he never said that, went on that hunt, saw how that ghost threw her against the wall, the pain she must've felt, he couldn't bear the thought of her getting hurt or worst getting killed, just because that's what he did, so saying goodbye, felt like the best thing to do, hoping she'll give up hunting, but he should've known better. He should have stayed by her side, he should have discussed his fears, the way he felt, but instead he went and broke her heart.

The four of them split up, there's to many halls, and doors too search, mostly the halls are filled with darkness, its filthy and disgusting, dried splattered blood on the walls, scattered human bones on the cement floors. There's scratching sounds coming from one of the rooms, the gun in Dean's hand is loaded, opening the door, unsure of what he's going to find, he's skin crawling as a bunch of rats, runs past him, some over his feet, slapping against his legs, whispering underneath his breath, "damn filth". He's heart, beating out of his chest, the more he walks in the darkness the more he can feel the darkness entering his mind, his heart, every grain of his very being.

He stopped in his tracks, the moment he saw her, hanging by chain's, her whole body is slumped over, hair covering her face, he can't make out if she's still breathing, for what felt like an eternity, he froze, almost too afraid to take a closer look. Striding closer till he's right in front of her, he gently takes her face in his hands, concern painted on his face, a burning pain in his chest, her beautiful face is bruised, and bloodied, her breathing faint, but still there, his voice hushed "Sweetheart, can you hear me"

Watching her open her eyes, was a beautiful site, she looked tired, a smile across her busted lips, "Dean,"

"Yes sweetheart I'm here, I'm sorry, I love you" he declared.

Sobbing now, "I... I thought I lost you forever"

"Baby, you'll always have me, always you hear me" he pleaded

Before she could answer a couple of men appeared out of the shadows. There were maybe six or seven, Dean got up, in a fighting stance ready to beat the crap out of them, he started punching and kicking his way, through the men, it wasn't until the last one hit the ground that he'd stop, blood splatters across his face, glancing over at her, he hears the familiar voice of Dick Roman "crashing the party are we?"

"Yeah well I didn't receive an invite so thought I'll invite myself" Dean smirked. He drew his gun, knowing it won't really help, but it's more a habit, "What do you want?" He questioned

Crude laughter fills the air, "I want you to pay Dean" he snapped his fingers, more men came running towards Dean, he tried his best, but he was one against, all of them, they over powered him, one clocked him against the head, in his unconscious state, they were tying him to a chair with chains, facing you.

It didn't take long before they were beating you, biting your lower lip, not wanting to give them the pleasure of seeing you in so much pain, you could taste the blood on the tip on your lip.

Dick Roman came walking towards you, dagger in hand, hoping he couldn't see the pain, and fear in your eyes, your eyes pierced his, he didn't say a single word, he pushed that dagger, through the skin and bone, wedging it between your ribs. Your scream filling the dark room.

Dean's eyes flung open, he's jaw clenched, he's voice angered and defeated "NO BABE" he shouted.

"Ah poor Dean Winchester" he laughed

Dean's green eyes, now almost black, "I'm going to kill, I promise you that"

Laughter filled the air, once again, it didn't last long though, surprised he glanced at them, Sam, Cas, Crowley and Benny, all four off them stood their bloodied and beaten, but ready to fight. All four of them started fighting and killing their way towards Dean and you, Crowley was the first one to stand next too Dean, his British voice almost inaudible "This belongs to you" he's face lit up with a sly smile.

Dean looked at him all confused, "I thought you threw this in the sea somewhere"

Crowley just shrugs his shoulders. The moment he placed that blade in Dean's hands he could feel the mark, turning a fiery red, the power pulsing through his veins, it didn't take long for the effects to take control of him, breaking loose out of the chain's, he faces Dick Roman, a smirk on his lips, he's features darkens. Taking that blade right too his chest, he kept going over and over, not stopping for a second, driving the blade further and deeper into his now lifeless body.

Sam tried to make him stop, even Cas, Benny and Crowley, but it didn't work.

Your voice brittle, revealing the pain, "Dean stop, please Baby"

Immediately stopping, he threw the blade down, running towards you, his eyes pleading, his voice soft "Sweetheart I'm so sorry" cupping your face, kissing your lips, holding you close to him, as Cas and Sam unlocks the chains, your body went limb, all you could feel is his hands holding you upright. Staring into his emerald green eyes, mouthing "I love you" the last thing you catches a glimpse off, was the light in his eyes as he replied "I love you too, Sweetheart, come back to me, come home please"

It's been almost three years since that dreadful day, smiling now, if it weren't for Dean begging Cas to save you, you wouldn't be here baking your husband his birthday pie, getting ready for the barbeque, with your good friends Sam, Cas, Benny and yes even dear old Crowley.

Did you and the Winchester Brothers stop hunting, no, of course not, but the two of you have each other and that's all you'll ever need, whenever your lost, knowing Dean's your lighthouse showing you the way home, with those beautiful green eyes.

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i-cant-stfu · 1 year

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the third date rule - s.b.

pairings: sub!female reader x dom!sirius black

warnings: honestly not proof read sorry i’m so tired hahah. SMUT, fingering, daddy kink towards the end, praise kink, orgasm denial, and i think that’s it… tell me if i forgot something!!

summary: it’s the third date with sirius, it has been amazing, and you’re now allowed to do something special with him…

not my gif!

you were surprised with how well the date had gone. the previous ones had been disasters with the missed dinner reservation and getting lost in the city, but today was absolutely amazing. it made you see sirius in a new way. as both of you sat down in his bed furiously making out, you couldn’t help but stop and take a look at him. pay attention to the way he looked in his outfit. the style suited sirius perfectly. and his hands, oh, he had such nice hands. your mind wandered to some dirty thoughts as you pictured them, more specifically these hands on your body. what would it feel like for him to touch me? what would it be like for him to hold my wrists above my head, spank my ass, and call me a good girl while punishing me?

as your thoughts wandered you found yourself grinding on him and whining, making him groan into your mouth. he swallowed your noises, sliding his hand under your dress. sirius thought be might explode, literally explode, cum in his pants right now when he noticed you weren’t wearing anything underneath. he slid a finger through your wetness, starting to rub your clit, making you gasp loudly.

“do you like that, hm baby? does that make you feel good?” sirius asked, making you moan and throw your head back, riding his fingers.

he smacked your ass, that causing almost a scream to come out of your lips. “answer me when i talk to you”

“yesyesyesyesyes, feels so so good siri, sorry”

you were loving the filthy way he was talking to you, and more importantly the way it made your pussy throb with need. his hand started to move faster and you couldn’t help but squirm from his hold. sirius grabbed your waist firmly, surely leaving a bruise there. an almost pathetic whine escaped your lips as you felt yourself getting closer and closer. right before you were about to finish he pulled his hand away. “not yet, baby”

“pleasepleaseplease siri, i need it, i’ll be such a good girl for you, just for you, i just need to cum, i need it” you begged, tears filling up your eyes.

he began again circling my clit for a moment. at this point, you were so wet that it was easy for him to slip two fingers inside you, making you moan loudly. “your-your fingers are s-so big” you sobbed. you rocked your hips as sirius lightly pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy in a “come-here” motion, hitting your g-spot with each stroke. he used his free hand to grab your breasts and squeeze your nipples. they were so sensitive right now that just the feeling of it over your dress made you moan even louder.

you were getting close again, but just like last time, sirius stopped before the orgasm could come. you whimpered, “please siri, ‘need to cum”.

“come on baby, you can do better than that. beg if you really want it”. he smirked at your reaction.

“pl-please” you cried. “hurts so bad, ‘just wanna be your good girl and cum for siri, please, daddy, need it”. just that word made him throw his head back with a groan, and he ran his fingers lightly along either side of your labia as your body started to relax a bit from the almost-orgasm. a light hum came from your throat as sirius made you feel good. his fingers returned to your clit once again and slowly circled it. he continued to do this, and your sensitivity made you squirm. you were throbbing with need and absolutely soaked. he knew there was no way you could resist a third time, and you had been such a good girl for daddy, so he allowed himself to keep going. it felt too good to stop as sirius’ fingers picked up speed. your legs were trembling and your mouth hung open you gasped and moaned with pleasure.

“you can cum now, baby. yes, that’s it. what a good girl for daddy”

you let out a scream as the orgasm hit you. the sensations felt too good, almost to the point of being overwhelming. your body spasmed as you came, the waves of pleasure making your mind go blank. his fingers continued to rub your clit gently as the orgasm raked through my body. eventually his hand stopped moving as you started to come down.

“let’s clean you up, shall we, love?” he got up and headed to the bathroom.

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holdmytesseract · 11 months

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So, there's this song that I've been listening to non-stop.

Kind of an oldie...with Robbie Williams. LoL.

I imagine a scenario in my head of Reader and Loki who were once in a relationship and had a falling out (because of whatever reason - maybe of his insecurities). But he sees that the Reader is fine after the break up (she isn't really, she just acts like it) and it bothers him that they moved on so quickly.

But he tries to get her back because he really does love her 😍. I thought this would be so cute.

Resurrected Love

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: What once had been undying love between you and Loki, had seemingly turned into dust. After the breakup, the god just isn't himself anymore; barely coping with losing the love of his life. Unlike you. You seem to be just fine; having moved on quickly. Or was it just an illusion? Nevertheless, Loki decides to try to get you back. Will he be successful?

Warnings: sadness and heartbreak, thirst? angst, swear words? suggestive smut, fighting/shouting, fluuuff - tell me if I forgot something!

Word Count: 4,5k

a/n: Ahhh first of all, I'd like to apologise... Sorry @mochie85 that this took me SO long... 🥺 Thank you again for making me the incredible Baby Fever mood board! 🥰 I hope you like this little present I got in return! ☺️💝

Tagging: (In the comments!)

Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist

The blaring sound of the alarm clock ripped the sleeping god out of his peaceful slumber. Groaning, Loki moved his hands from underneath his pillow and instead buried his head underneath said pillow. Bare, muscular arms pressed down on the soft, fluffy cushion; trying to drown out the noise. In vain.

A deep, husky grumble left his sore throat, before he reached out blindly to shut off the alarm. Tossing and turning in the bed, he came to lay on his back; big palms running over his face and rubbing his tired eyes. A few rays of sunshine peeked through the emerald green silk curtains; illuminating his small, cosy bedroom. Loki sighed and stretched; causing the light duvet to expose his bare torso. His gaze was directed towards the ceiling; idle and aimless. The god could still feel the tiredness and exhaustion in his bones. Not his physical, though. His mental exhaustion. It just wasn't the same since you were gone. Since you packed your bags and walked out of his apartment. Out of his life. He could sleep for hours and yet he didn't find rest. His bed was so small, but without you he was afraid to get lost in it.

Not even five minutes later, his alarm clock told him again to stand up - and he had no other choice but to give in. Shutting it off, he sat up in bed and rolled out of the comfortable confines. Sighing, he pulled the curtains to let the first rays of sunshine into his bedroom, before he slumped to the bathroom. Dressed in nothing but black briefs, Loki came to stand in front of the mirror of his cabinet, hanging above the sink. He couldn't help but to look at himself. Look at the picture of misery he had become. Dark rings were underneath his eyes. His hair was tousled and resembled more a bird's nest, than a glorious, untamed mane of a god. Fingertips grazed his cheeks and chin; feeling the black, scratchy stubble which had grown so wildly. He had let himself go since you were gone - and he knew it. But it had been pointless. Sure, eye circles, messed up hair and a wild beard was nothing a bit of seidr couldn't fix, but... It couldn't fix his broken heart, so what was the point in using it?

Nevertheless, the god was forced to regain his 'good looks'. There was a very important meeting today. A meeting he couldn't skip like the last ones. Thor would bite his head off, if he wasn't going to appear. After all, this meeting was about his future... With another deep sigh, Loki went to work. He took a shower first; cleaning his ethereal body and godly locks. After that, he shaved; getting rid of his beard. Once his skin was as smooth as it could get and clean shaven, he got dressed; slipped in one of his finest suits. Loki absolutely wasn't in the mood to leave his apartment - but he had to. And so, the god closed the door behind himself, already regretting it.

Absent-minded Loki walked through the white, plain hallways of the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters; on his way to meeting room number 204. He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, and so it came how it had to come. The god ran into somebody. His hard, strong chest collided with a way smaller, softer body. "Norns," Loki cursed under his breath, "Apologies. I don't know what-" but stopped dead in his sentence, when he registered who he ran into. "Y/N..." Your name fell from his lips so easily, and yet it felt like he was committing a crime.

You were standing in front of him, like frozen to the ground. It was the first time he was seeing you since the breakup almost a month ago. Sure, he hadn't left his apartment in that time, but he had heard from his brother that you had been away a few weeks on vacation - and it seemed like it did you really good. Of course couldn't the god help himself but to ran his eyes over your body. You wore your familiar shield uniform. The one he had ripped off your body countless times. Your Y/H/C hair was loose; framed your face beautifully. Unlike Loki's face, yours looked well-rested and refreshed. No bags or dark circles underneath your eyes. All in all, you looked recovered and yes, happy. Not in the slightest hurt or broken - like him. His eyes travelled upwards. Loki knew he was on a self-destructive path, but what was he supposed to do? His heart was screaming at him; yelling from the top of his lungs to give into it. Oh how much he loved you. Still. And then it happened. His deep blue eyes collided with your Y/E/C ones - and suddenly he felt like drowning; the world burning to ashes right in front of him. It brought back everything. All the memories. Good ones and bad ones. And all the pain.

"Lokiii!" You yelped, as he wrapped both his strong arms around your thighs and lifted you off the chair; hindering you from decorating the Christmas tree with another bauble. "Let me down!" Smiling, the god shook his head and tightened his grip a bit - only to let you know that he had you. To show you that he would let nothing happen to you. "Not until you finally speak your mind, darling." "W-What do you meeeeean?" You shrieked up, as Loki carried you away from the safety of the chair. "Tell me, if we can finally call ourselves a couple." You blinked down at the handsome god, who threw you that smouldering look which turned your knees into jelly. "I-I, uh..." He smiled again, winking. "Come on, darling." You couldn't help but giggle; shaking your head. "Lokes... We didn't even have our first kiss!" "Oh, that can be changed in a heartbeat," he purred and let you down quickly. Before you could even catch up to what was going on, his perfectly shaped lips danced with yours.

"L-Loki, p-please, I-" You moaned helplessly; writhing on the sheets beneath him. "Shhh, my goddess," he shushed you immediately; interrupting you. "Don't speak. Just feel," Loki panted; nipping at the inside of your thighs, before hypnotising blue eyes meet yours; pupils blown wide with lust. The god wore a smouldering, yet dangerous smile. A predator looking at his prey. You were completely at his mercy - and you loved every second of it.

Your hand found its way into your lover's hair; finger winding through those long raven curls. You gently tugged; nudging him on to finally do something. "Please..." You whispered; breathless. The hairs on the back of your neck raised up, when Loki gave you another smouldering smile, before he lowered his head. Your breath hitched; a chill ran down your spine at the anticipation. You knew what was to come - but you'd be never prepared for it.

"Darling, please." Loki's voice was unstable, pleading; on the verge of breaking - filled with pain and regret. Tears shimmered in his eyes. Tears of despair. Not hope. He felt like the ground fell out from underneath his feet. He was losing his grip; felt like falling into an abyss of darkness - blindly.

You shook your head, as you threw the last item of clothing in your suitcase. "No, Loki. No. Don't 'darling' me. Please don't make this even more difficult as it is." The god watched you helplessly; running a hand through his hair. "If it is so difficult for you, then why don't you just stay?" He sounded so sad. So... desperate. You swallowed hard; jaw clenching in order to suppress your own tears, before you turned to face your now ex-boyfriend. You looked him straight into the eyes, but with the seconds ticking by in silence, you avoided your gaze again - unable to stand the hurt, wounded look in his blue orbs. "Because I can't, Loki. I just can't. Don't you see? I cannot do this any longer." Now it was Loki who swallowed. "I-I understand that, lov- Y/N, but please... Give us another chance. Let us keep fighting for this love!" You snorted out a bitter laugh at his words; "Fighting, he says..." shaking your head. "I already fought so hard and long for this! For us! But apparently you were too blind to see." Your nerves were on edge; stressed out by the past weeks. "I tried and tried and tried to get through to you, but all you ever did was shut me out!" Loki wanted to answer something; opened his mouth to speak, but you immediately cut him off.

"Don't you dare pull the 'I don't understand you' card now! Because it isn't true! I do understand you! I always did! This was never our problem!" You were almost shouting by now; all the bottled-up emotions exploding within you. "You know what the problem is, Loki, huh?! You know what?!" His chiselled jaw flexed. You could tell that he was losing it as well. "Tell me, Y/N! Tell me!" He shouted; gesturing around wildly. "Scream it to me, if you have to!"

You took a few dangerous steps closer, before whispering: "Your damn insecurities." Loki gasped; almost stumbling backwards. This hit hard. Bore a knife straight through his heart - and yet he knew, that it was true. And the realisation of it made him even more angry. On himself. His hands clenched into fists; desperately trying to keep his cool. Unsuccessful.

An almost maniacal laugh escaped his lips. "Oh, I am the problem now?!" "Yes! Because you never managed to let your damn guard down around me! We've been together for over almost two years and you still don't trust me enough to just let me in! I know that your childhood and past was not easy and quite dramatic, but you can't just hide yourself away from the rest of the world for eternity!" You snapped; taking deep breaths and let the accusing words you just spat at Loki sink in. Loki said nothing; just stared at you. "Because if you do, it's going to eat you up inside someday..." You added in a way quieter voice; almost whispering. Then you returned to the bed, in order to zip the suitcase shut.

Behind you, Loki sunk to his knees; the harsh truth and reality finally hitting him full force. He knew. He had always known, and yet he couldn't bring himself to open up. He tried to fight his demons a million times, but he always lost the fight. He should've tried harder - better, because now... Now it was too late. He had lost you - because of his insecurities. Tears streamed down his face, as he started one last attempt to stop you from walking out of his life. "Y/N, p-please, please... I am so sorry, I am so sorry. Please... I-I can't lose you. If you leave m-me now... I-I'll drown a-and sink."

You swallowed hard; tried to fight against the desperate screams of your heart to stay. You had never seen him so... lost and vulnerable before. It tore at your heartstrings. But you had to do this now. There was no going back. "I'm sorry, Loki, but like I said... I can't. I can't keep fighting against the walls you have built up around you." With those words, you walked past him, "Goodbye, Loki." and out of his bedroom - out of his life. It broke him and his heart. He was nothing more than a wreck after that day.

Loki swallowed hard at the vivid memories, playing out in his head. He had to fight hard to not lose it completely in front of you and to not break down and cry. As for you, you seemed to be completely fine. "Loki." You said in a regal voice, giving him a nod - as if you didn't have a whole lot of history together. As if you never had told each other all of your secrets and wishes. As if you never had shared the deepest bond possible between human beings - mentally and physically. You greeted him like you were nothing more like acquaintances. It hurt Loki; bothered him, how quickly you had moved on. So, he tried to hide his emotions and not letting show how much of a wreck he was.

"What..." His voice cracked, so he cleared his throat quickly. "What brings you here?" The god asked; gesturing blindly towards the meeting room. "I, um, I was assigned to overwatch the meeting." Loki's eyes widened at your words, so you quickly added: "Believe me, I don't like it, too, but it is how it is." Don't like it too? Loki asked himself. Norns, he could've screamed from the top of his lungs how happy he was about this. Just to be able to see you without an excuse for a longer amount of time was like heaven for him. He wanted to answer something, but was interrupted by the arrival of Nick Fury, some of the Avengers and a few other S.H.I.E.L.D agents. "Loki, Y/N," the man with the eyepatch greeted you, before he opened the white, wooden door for everyone to get inside. "Let's get over with this, Laufeyson." Loki swallowed hard, then nodded obediently and stepped inside the big, barren room.

Throughout the whole process, Loki couldn't focus. His thoughts were circulating around you. It was all he could think about. He was so absent-minded; he didn't even listen to the others talking. Only the voice of Fury caused the god to snap out of his trance like state. "Well... It seems everybody has the same opinion..." The man with the black coat started, before he turned to face Loki directly, who sat at the very top of the table. "S.H.I.E.L.D and the United States of America allowing you to stay - as long as you're going to play by the rules." Loki swallowed and nodded - still not entirely present in his mind. "You improved; did a great job as an Avenger. Keep it up, Laufeyson."

Fury's words were the last ones of the meeting. Most agents scrambled to get out of the room; having other duties to tend to. Most of the Avengers clapped Loki on the shoulder or gave him a short nod of approval - and you? You were watching him from the sidelines. Seeing him again after almost a month had caused your feelings to run wild again. They were so quiet and chilled during and after your holiday, and now? Just one look was enough to set everything on fire again; storms battling within you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry - but most of all, you wanted to run. That's what you did. You fled from the meeting room; unable to be in his presence a second longer. When Loki settled his look on the chair you sat in, it was empty. Scanning the room for you wasn't fruitful as well. He sighed. You had left already, of course. Why shouldn't you? It had been nothing more than a job for you. Nevertheless, it was another small cut into Loki's already bruised and battered heart.

From that day, where once again his fate had been decided, he started to see you more often. Probably because he left his apartment more often as well now. He started to find hope again and decided to not just give up on you. Loki had made that mistake once - and he'd never let it happen again. He wasn't just giving up. Oh no... Now he was really going to fight for you, because one thing was certain... He still loved you with all his heart and he wanted you back. For good this time.

Over the next days and week, Loki repeatedly placed little cards, gifts or flowers in front of your office in the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters. It was an easy task for him to sneak incognito inside the big building. Nobody knew and nobody recognised him. At first, you were quite confused and surprised...

You hurried to your office; messily rearranging the weapons belt around your waist on the way. You were late. Ten minutes already. Your alarm clock just decided to take a vacay today and not wake you up. "Morning, guys. Good morning." You hastily greeted everybody on your way. Once you reached your destination, you almost stumbled over the little bouquet of flowers, laying in front of the door. Y/F/F (Your favourite flowers) - your favourites. Frowning and a bit surprised, you picked the flowers up; admiring them. There was no card or such. Just the flowers. "Uh, Rob?" You asked your fellow agent, who was just passing by your office. His office was directly across yours. "Oh, hi, Y/N. Good morning." "Morning. Uh, do you know who left those flowers for me?" The man shrugged his shoulders. "Unfortunately, not, no. Sorry." "Okay..." Still frowning, you took the flowers in your office. Of course you didn't notice the craftsman, who worked on the water dispenser right beside your door. He watched you disappear inside the room with oceanic blue eyes, smiling.

That was only the start. Every day, you'd find different things on your door step. Your favourite chocolates and other sweets. Cards with little poems written on them and quotes out of books. And more flowers. Every day, you went to work with an even brighter smile, knowing that a small present was waiting for you.

You picked up the little box and opened it; finding a bottle of your favourite perfume inside. A chuckle sounded from across your office. "I think you have a secret admirer, Y/N," stated Rob, gesturing to the little present with a grin. Your cheeks reddened; nodding. "I, uh, think so too." You felt really flattered, but... Were you ready for something new? For another man after Loki? Could you imagine another man in your life who wasn't the handsome, mischievous god? You swallowed hard; staring down at the little vial in your hands. No. No you couldn't.

"Do you know who it is?" Asked Rob further, but you just shrugged your shoulders. "No, I... I have no idea. Most likely one of the other agents." Rob nodded, "Think so, too." but frowned. "You don't look really happy about it." Once more you shrugged your shoulders; sighing. "I am. I mean, it's really sweet and thoughtful, but..." "But?" Your colleague looked at you expectantly, but you didn't answer at first. And suddenly Rob had a guess. "Loki... You are still not over him, right?" Defeated, you nodded. "I never was and I think I'll never be. It seems like every decision I make, every path I choose to walk on... Everything leads me back to him. I can't forget him..." Rob looked at you compassionate. "Sounds to me like Loki is the love of your life..." You swallowed hard, in order to suppress the upcoming tears. "He is. I realise that now. Too late, perhaps..." "Do you still love him?" Rob questioned you further, "Y-Yes. I do." and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Then you should tell him." "I-I don't know, I... Excuse me." You fled into your office, closing the door behind yourself. All the suppressed feelings coming back at you; crashing down on you like warm summer rain. It was overwhelming. But could you do it? Could you go back to him?

Unbeknownst to you, Loki had heard everything. Dressed up as an electrician on his daily undercover mission. His heart beat violently against his ribcage; yearning and crying out for you. It broke him to see you so broken - but it also made him unbelievably happy, because he knew now, that you were struggling just as much as he was. That you had worn a mask all the time and just pretended to be perfectly fine. It was the sign for him to finally make his move and get you back. Back into his arms, where you belonged.

It was Saturday evening, when Loki put the plan he made into action. He showered; then dressed up in your favourite suit of his. It was a black one. Black shoes, black trousers and black shirt. He rolled up the sleeves and left a few buttons undone - just how you liked. He applied a bit of the cologne you enjoyed to smell on him so much; and left his untamed raven curls hang loosely over his shoulders. Loki looked at himself in the full-length mirror; eyes travelling down his body. Perfect, he thought; smiling. Grabbing the bouquet of red roses on his dining table, he left his apartment and went straight to yours. To his luck, you lived in the Avengers tower as well. Benefit of being Ms. Romanoff's best friend.

Taking a deep breath, the god knocked gently on your door. The answer he received was a frustrated sigh. "Naaat, I told you I'm not in the mood tonight to go-" You had literally ripped the door open - and were now standing open-mouthed, with a bathrobe and tousled hair in front of your ex-boyfriend. You swallowed. There he stood… Your drop-dead gorgeous ex-boyfriend. "L-Loki?" You stammered out; clearly not expecting something like that to happen. The god smiled at you. "Hello, darling. Apologies for the disturbance, but... I'd like to talk to you. May I come in?" Blinking and still in some kind of shock, you nodded. Stepping aside, you let him inside. "For you," he said, once you closed the door and turned to face him. He held the flowers to you; still smiling. "U-Um, t-thank you." You hesitatingly - almost shyly took the flowers from his hands. A chill was running down your spine, when his warm, big hands grazed yours. A touch you haven't felt in weeks - months, and immediately noticed you missed a lot.

Taking a deep breath, you placed them on the little shelf beside the door. "What, um, what do you want to talk about?" The god standing opposite you swallowed hard. You could see how nervous he was - a rare thing to happen. "About us." "U-Us?" He nodded, "Yes. Us." and stepped closer; slowly taking your hands in his. Loki waited for a moment to see if you weren't comfortable with him, touching you - but you let it happen, so he continued. "First of all, I'd like to apologise. For everything. For letting you fight so hard and long without me realising. For not opening up to you like I should have, because you are right. If I don't learn to talk to the person I trust and love most in all the nine realms, then my past and all my insecurities are going to eat me up inside. I see that now." He was gazing directly into your eyes - and you could swear you were already drowning again inside those oceanic blue orbs. "I came to the realisation those past weeks, that I am not able to live without you. Without your love. I feel like I can't breathe when you're not near me. Your absence suffocates me. I love you with all my heart and soul. You are everything I ever wanted and needed. So please... Please give us another chance. I beg of you." You just looked at him, stunned; words failing you. "

"This is what my heart tells me," he continued, squeezing your hands gently. "If yours doesn't speak the same language anymore, then please, tell me - and I'll walk out of that room." Your gaze softened. You freed one hand from his gentle grasp and lifted it up to caress his defined cheek. "Loki..." You started, shaking your head. "My heart never stopped speaking your language. Never." The god gasped at your touch and words. "Does that mean you'll give us another chance?" You smiled; nodding and stepped closer to him. So close, that you were just a few inches apart. His hand left yours; coming to rest on your waist, while your palm wandered to land on his chest. "Yes, Loki..." "Really?" He breathed; overwhelmed by your sudden closeness, and, again your words. Once more you nodded; signalling him that you meant it. "Oh, darling," Loki sighed; a few tears rolling down his cheek. He leaned down, wanted to capture your lips with his - but you stopped him; placing a finger upon his lips. "I'll give us another chance - if you promise to trust me completely and finally open up to me." His eyes met yours again; blue eyes filled with love and vulnerability. "Let me help you, my love. Let me sooth all those scars your past has left on you," you whispered and pressed a soft, slow kiss on his lips. "I promise, darling, I promise - and I'll start tonight," Loki said, placing another kiss on your lips, before he took a step back and took your hands in his bigger ones again.

"Close your eyes, please." You were confused, but did what he asked you to do; closing your eyes. Suddenly, you felt how his hands got cooler; temperature dropping. "This time, I want to go into this relationship with showing you all of me. I want you to see me." You frowned, but kept your eyes closed. "And I don't mean me, being naked. You saw that quite often already." You couldn't help but giggle at his words; blushing. Loki smiled. Something you weren't able to see at the moment. "Well... If you put it that way, I am naked in front of you now nevertheless. Showing you my true self. The way I was born." You gasped; breath hitching in your throat. Now you knew what he was talking about. "Your Jotun form? You... You want to show me your Jotun form?" He never did before. It was a huge part of his insecurities. "Yes, my love. Open your eyes." "L-Lokes, you don't have to show me your Jotun form right away! I know how difficult this is for you! I know how uncomfortable it makes you sometimes!"

He took a deep breath; was on the verge of crying again. "I know, love, I know. And I appreciate this so, so much - but I really want to show you. If we begin again, we begin with honesty. No secrets; no hiding. Now open your eyes." "O-Okay." You were quite a bit nervous as well. You knew that this took him a lot of effort. Opening your eyes, you gasped; heart skipping a beat. His deep blue eyes were replaced by shimmering ruby ones. His alabaster coloured skin had turned into a soft blue. Unique ridges and patterns adorned every inch of his tall, strong body. "Are you afraid?" Loki's shaky voice cut through the silence then. You shook your head immediately. "No, gods, no! You're beautiful, Loki. Stunning, breathtakingly beautiful." His eyes widened; pure relief flooding his veins. "R-Really? You... You think so?" You nodded; cupping his cheeks. "Yes. And it's finally time for you to accept this side of you," you said, pulling Loki gently over to your bed.

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki x you #tom hiddleston x reader #loki fanfiction #loki x y/n #loki #loki laufeyson x reader

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damiansgoodgirll · 9 months

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can you please write a really really sad story where you were dating seth rollins when he was still on shield but the. becky joins and he cheats on you with her please ❤️

i love becky so so so so so much, i’m feeling so guilty for making her the bad guy here :(

seth rollins x reader

tw : angst, cheating

traitor

you knew something was off the moment your boyfriend started skipping your usual movie nights or your friday afternoon training together.

he claimed he was too tired or too busy but you knew he was hiding something, you just couldn’t picture what.

you and seth had been dating for almost a decade, you were there through his in and out of the shield, you were there when he turned his back on seth and roman, you were there when he shared his last hug with roman before he retired to treat his cancer and you were there when seth wasn’t fully understanding the reason his best friend dean ambrose left wwe.

you were there for him, always.

he was the first person you met when you joined wwe, only 18 at the time but with so much energy to learn and be better.

he started training you, teaching you new moves and new tricks and you couldn’t be more grateful. but something bloomed out from that friendship, something that was more than friendship.

he asked you on a date. and one date turned into a second date and a second date turned into movie nights together at his place, falling asleep on his couch, him making love to you, showing you how much he loved you and how grateful he was that you were in his life.

he made you feel safe and protected, and it’s been going on for almost ten years so you couldn’t understand why he was distancing himself from you.

you saw him getting closer to becky lynch, one of your best friend. you simply thought he was training her, the same way he did to you and the same way he did with so many other wrestlers but you saw him spending more and more time with her and completely avoiding you.

“seth…can we talk?” you asked him one night, while you were both laying in bed.

“sure” he turned his face to you.

“is everything okay?”

“of course, what you mean?” he asked. he knew what you meant. he knew you weren’t stupid and he knew you were going to find out.

“i mean…is everything okay? you know if there’s something that’s bothering you, you can always talk to me…i’ve seen you’ve been avoiding me more and more these past days and if i did something to make you mad i’m so sorry…” you apologised and seth felt his heart breaking a little more.

you were apologising for his cheating.

“i promise you love, you didn’t do anything to make you mad” it pained him to lie to you “i’m not mad at you, i promise you…i’ve just been training more these days and i’m always too tired” he laughed “i promise i’ll be more present from now on” he scooped you closer into his embrace and even if his words were supposed to comfort you, you felt something was off, you felt he was lying.

and you were right.

of course you were.

you weren’t supposed to hit the gym that day but the receptionist called you to tell you that a few days prior you forgot some of your clothes in the changing room and that she put them aside for you.

parking in your usual spot you noticed becky’s car was there and your boyfriend’s car was there too. you found it weird seeing seth car there as he told you that he was at finn’s home to help him train.

the moment you stepped into the gym you knew the receptionist didn’t call you only for your clothes, she wanted you to know the truth, she wanted you too see what was going on.

becky’s arms around seth chest as she was kissing his shoulders while he was lifting some weights. he couldn’t stop smiling and you felt so stupid for even believe everything was fine. he saw your reflection in the mirror and before he could say anything you were out of the gym, reaching for your car and driving way too fast for everyone’s liking.

you couldn’t stop the tears falling from your eyes and you knew you couldn’t face seth so instead of going straight home you booked a room in your favorite hotel in town.

he called you but you never answered. he texted you but you left him on read. you were so mad and disappointed you couldn’t even face him.

your friend rhea knew something was wrong the moment you didn’t show up at your girls night together. she tried to contact you but you wouldn’t reply, not even to her. liv called you, shayna texted you so many times your phone was probably going to explode.

seth knew where you were but he knew that if he came to see you it would only ended up with blood on his face so he preferred letting things calm down.

it was the morning after, when you stepped into the wwe headquarters that you saw him. you looked like shit, you were wearing the same clothes of the day before, your eyes all red and you looked tired, almost as if you didn’t sleep at all.

“can we please talk?” seth followed you when you were going into your own office but he stopped you before you could go in.

“i’m not really in the mood…”

“please…” he begged and you turned around “i’m so sorry…i should have told you and…”

“should have told me what? that you were cheating? that my boyfriend, the one i’ve been dating for the past years has been cheating with one of my best friends? that you aren’t even ashamed about it? i really don’t wanna hear it seth…” you said almost screaming, a few heads turning around but you didn’t care.

“i’m so sorry y/n…” he said again.

“i don’t care if you’re sorry! you should have told me! you should have told me that you weren’t in love anymore instead of cheating on me! i deserved to know, i deserved to know the truth…instead you preferred lying…” you kept saying, you didn’t care if you were crying.

“i know…i know i fucked up” he was hurting seeing you like that. you were a good person, you always stayed by his side, you were loyal and caring and you didn’t deserve this, he knew that, but at the same time he couldn’t stop what he was feeling for becky.

“you fucked up? fucking my best friend, cheating behind my back, lying and making me feel like it was my fault and all you have to say is that you fucked up? i want you out of my home seth, i want you out of my life…i want you and becky out of everything, i can’t even look at you without crying…why did you do it?” you asked him.

“i - i don’t have an excuse…i know, i shouldn’t have done it…i should have talked to you” he said wiping his tears away.

“i’ve asked you so many times, i’ve asked you so many times if everything was okay, if everything was good and you kept saying yes, that i shouldn’t worry…for how long?” you asked him, knowing that the actual answer might broke you.

“five months…” he said.

five months.

two months ago was your anniversary. he was already fucking her in the same moment he was fucking you. he was telling her how much he loved her the same moment he was telling it to you.

“oh god…” you whispered, thinking about everything that happened in the past five months. you even brought up the idea of starting a family with him, you were talking about getting married and he was fucking your best friend behind your back.

“i’m so sorry y/n…” he apologised.

“leave…please, leave, i don’t wanna see you ever again…i think i’ll take a break from wrestling, i can’t even stand in the same room as you and becky without wanting to rip your heads off…” you said before turning back and going into your office.

he stood there for a few minutes, watching the plain white door that was in front of him.

before leaving he was met with the angry look on rhea’s face.

“don’t say anything please…” he said.

“you and becky disgust me…” she said before checking up on you.

you let her in and, knowing she heard everything about your and seth’s conversation, you knew you couldn’t lie to her and you spilled everything and she let you cry over her shoulder, helping you calming you down and comforting you, because all you needed in that moment was to feel affection.

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aphroditesmoon · 10 months

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picture me better

gwen stacy x afab!adhd!reader (gn terms)

summary; mornings with your girlfriend gwen<3

warnings: none, breakfast making, fluff, flirty gwen

a/n: pretty short, but i haven't been writing for her in a while

♡♡♡

Gwen has her face immediately buried in the crook of your neck as her arms move to wrap around your waist from behind. She smiles againts your skin when she feels you slightly flinch at her embrace.

It was common that you wouldn't notice her until she's right behind you once you have your headphones on. You get so distracted with the music and whatever you're doing. This morning isn't an exception.

Gwen was fully shook out of sleep upon realizing that you weren't in bed when she had grazed her hand to her right and found that you weren't there. The strong smell of bananas and butter fill her nostrils, making her turn her head towards the open door of the bedroom. You must be cooking.

She was right when she wat met with the view of you flipping pancakes, completely oblivious of her existence, the music of Weyes Blood playing loud enough for the sounds to leak out. The noise of the kettle however, is the only thing Gwen truly hears as she watches you continue cooking breakfast, back slightly leaning againts her.

"I thought you were sleeping, you looked really tired." You spoke loudly, unaware you were loud. She shook her head againts your skin. "I am tired, smelled you cooking though." She replied, grinning.

You laughed at that, tilting your head to see her face. "Well, you can go back to sleep after breakfast." You promised. Gwen opened her mouth to answer but was cut off by your quick movement to turn the kettle off as it finishes boiling.

"You making tea?" She asks. You don't respond, hands busy pouring the hot water inside two different cat eared designed mugs before adding teabags and sugar packets. "Babe." She called again.

You twist your neck back, glancing at her. "Hmm?" She shook her head slightly, a small smile filling her face. "Is that tea?" She repeats her question louder.

You nod your head vigorously. "Unless you want coffee?" She gives a quick no thank you before walking towards you to wrap her hands around you again. "Have I told you about my tea collection I had as a child?" You asked suddenly, hand finding her owns that are attached on your stomach, intertwining your fingers as you let your english breakfast tea cools down.

Gwen gives a sound of confusion as she shook her head no. "I use to have multiple fruit flavored tea bags my dad bought for me on his trip to Cameron Highlands." She had no idea what you were talking about.

"I only drank the strawberry flavored ones though, so what i did with the others is I shelved them on the glass cupboard you use to put trophies and stuff, and my mom was extremely confused." Gwen snorted and released you to be able to move the drinks on the dining table, watching you move towards the pancakes next.

"I think I'm as confused as her." She admitted. "Its a collection! Like stamps- or whatever little trinkets people like to keep to show off- I mean, who else can say they have a cupboard full of fruit flavored teabags?" You say, exasperated.

She lets out a laugh at how defensive you are, taking a seat as you present her with a flawless banana pancake. "Except the strawberry ones of course." You added hastily. "Of course."

Gwen frowns as you put a giant bottle of honey in front of her, taking a seat of your own. "Honey?" She look at you. "We're out of syrup." You tell her. "I thought you said you'd buy it last week?" You smiled at her sheepishly as you start to slather your pancake with honey. "I forgot."

The ghost-spider squints her eyes, smiling knowingly at you. "I'll buy it tomorrow." She states before diving in on her breakfast. She doesn't miss the grateful glint in your eyes as you eat your own breakfast, headphones off.

The two of you finished the food quite quickly, Gwen making exaggerated sounds of pleasure everytime she took a bite, fishing a giggle out of you. She also made sure to be the one who did the dishes, pushing you away from the sink when you tried to help.

"You know, if you keep cooking and doing these kind of stuff for me, i might just marry you soon enough." You roll your eyes, placing a kiss on her cheeks while she drys her hands. "How very romantic, don't make those kind of promises though, I'll use them againts you."

Her hands finds yours once they're dried up. She pulls up your right fist to her lips, kissing each and every finger before kissing your knuckles. "You better. Now, speaking of holding yourself againts me-" You groaned aloud, shoving her lightly as she laughs out loud at your annoyance.

"I want to go back to bed, come on." She whines, an arm around your shoulder as she drags you up onto the staircase, leading to your room.

"You're so boring." She hears you murmer to yourself, receiving a slap on your butt l, making you run headfirst into your room as you laugh at her. "I'm not boring." She growls jokingly, chasing after you.

#gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader #ghost spider x reader #ghost spider #atsv x reader #atsv #atsv fic #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #gwen stacy atsv

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enchantedtomeethyun · 1 year

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𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬: 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 -------------------------------

Ｃｈａｎ:

+Super excited to hang out because he is always working

+ Doesn't sleep and probably goes back to the studio after you fall asleep

+ Feels super bad though and comes back to leave a note at least

+ You guys were building with legos and left them on the floor so when he comes back he steps on them and Ouchie. You wake up.

+ Plz force him to sleep after that!

𝓛𝓮𝓮 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀:

+ Yay someone can watch the cats with him!

+ “hey can we go and do something else?” “ without the cats???”

+ He will take a late night walk with you but you gotta carry dori in a lil wrap thing around you.

+ buys you pudding ( complains tho)

+ Hogs all the blankets fr

+ Wants to do it next weekend because it was so fun for him ( say yes)

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗯𝗶𝗻

+ “ wanna go to the gym?” “ can we just watch a movie or something?”

+ makes you go to the gym with him so you can be his spotter ( I googled what that was)

+ Buys you lots of food after but complains about his muscles hurting

+ Falls asleep during the movie and wakes up at the end type of dude

+ Lets you sleep on the bed and takes the couch

♥ Hyunjin ♥

+ Pillow fights are violent but then you're both so tired after you take a nap

+ Wants to watch dramas with you and cry about love and stuff

+drinks wine with you and eats croissants he bought from the bakery across the street

+ accidentally will say he's in love with you while drunk and falls asleep after

+ Wakes up like (0-0) “ so about last night....”

【Ｈａｎ】

+ You're watching anime even if you don't want to watch anime.

+ He is so loud and it is like 3 am and you're on season two already

+ If you fall asleep he will tuck you in but draw on your face

+ “ good morning princess!” then gets scared seeing your face because he forgot he drew on you

+ Steals Hyunjin's sheet masks for a spa morning in hopes you won't notice your face

ᖴEᒪI᙭

+ Baking ! Buddies!

+ Brownies and cookies and cupcakes

+ Gossiper tbh

+Super sweet until you play video games and he cusses you out like the Australian he is

+probably bought you guys matching pjs :(

+ Wants to cuddle in his sleep and you can't say no to him because he is Felix

🅂🄴🅄🄽🄶🄼🄸🄽

+ the most normal sleepover finally

+ scary movie and popcorn night and he laughs at the people who die

+ doesn't want you to use him shower so you have to use the one on the other side of the apartment

+ sleeps like a corpse and doesn't move

+ will make fun of you if you snore ( and film it for the other members to see)

+ buys you a toothbrush so your breath doesn't smell in the morning in his face

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗

+Shopping at the mall until it closes

+ Takes so many pictures with you ( you're in his ootd post omg)

+ Is excited to see puss in boots and holds your hand during the “scary parts”

+ You get home at 11 pm and he wants to take his bubble bath

+ you fall asleep waiting for him and he falls asleep in the bath

#stray kids reaction #stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids headcanons #stray kids imagines #stray kids masterlist #skz reactions #skz x reader #skz

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dazed-nymphsss · 2 years

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⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

┕━» steve harrington x fem!reader

❕warnings❕: insecurities/feeling insecure, language, adult themes, (smut: unprotected sex, p in v, WRAP BEFORE YOU TAP), written on my iPhone at very late hours, I’m tired lmao, lemme know if I missed anything

a/n: lol I’m a sucker for Steve so lol here you go :)

『•• after trying on a new swimsuit, you let your insecurities get the best of you. But Steve isn’t going to let that happen for long.••』

Not edited or betaed.

They judge me like a picture book, by the colors, like they forgot to read — lana del rey, brooklyn baby

Insecurities were nasty, angry, loud little things. The seed would be planted in a simple, mundane way, before it bloomed in the back of your mind like a weed, pestering you every time you decided to take a glace in that full-length mirror.

They would cause you to poke and prod at every feature and limb you deemed unattractive. Your thighs, your stomach, your arms. And every time you sat down to pick yourself apart, you would find yourself breaking down, never being able to put yourself back together to what you were before.

"What are you doing?"

The question was popped from behind you, causing your cheeks to instantly heat up, knowing you had been caught red-handed by a concerned boyfriend who had a pretty good idea of what was going on

"N-Nothing," you managed to spit out, "Just seeing how this fits," you motioned to the swimsuit that was wrapped around you.

You were excited to get the two-piece in the mail. You had ordered it from one of those Sears catalogs that Nancy had shown you. But now the thought of going out to the pool made your stomach twist and your hands ball into fists.

"It looks absolutely wonderful, baby," Steve decided to drive his point home further by wrapping his arms from behind you, holding you close with a kiss on your head, "You look delicious."

“I’m not so sure about that…,” you paused, reluctantly meeting his gaze in the mirror.

His head was perched on your shoulder, his beautiful brown eyes staring back at you in his reflection. His gentle hands began to rub and smooth over the expanse of your stomach, down to the sides of your thighs, then back up to caress your hips.

He was decisive in each movement, calculating and thoughtful of each touch of his hands. You were looking down at this point. How on earth did you manage to catch a boyfriend like this?

“Will you let me explore you, baby?” He asked softly in your ear, moving your hair away from your neck before laying gentle kisses as he waited for a response.

“Yes,” you gently allowed, knowing that if anyone were to ease the burning feeling of insecurity in the bottom of your stomach, it was him.

His lengthy fingers looped themselves around the straps of the swimsuit, gently pulling them down as you swallowed nervously.

“Relax those shoulders, pretty girl, just like that,” he beckoned, and you let your shoulders drop and unwind.

You let the top half of the swimsuit fall off your breasts, collapsing to the floor in a heap. Your nipples hardened at the cold air that welcomed them upon their release, Steve’s eyes immediately dropping the marvel at one of his favorite features of yours.

His feather light touch migrated to rub and clutch at your exposed breasts, making you let out a long, content sigh.

Steve had managed to take your insecurities, something dark and filled with contempt, and transform them into something beautiful and light. And with each touch, you began to feel more and more confident in not only your body, but your love for the man behind you.

He had gotten you completely nude before he had guided you to the bed.

He had sat down on the edge of it, making you stand in front of him, “I want you to listen to me. You’re beautiful, you’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen, and don’t you ever think otherwise. You are strong, you’re sexy. But most of all, you’re mine. Nothing will ever change that, you understand me?”

The look in his eyes was earnest. He had said those words so powerfully, that you had no other choice but to believe him.

“And I want my best girl underneath me. I wanna make you feel so good, will you let me?” He questioned, his hands taking yours as he waited for your answer.

“Yes, Steve. You can make me feel good,” you complied, and he was quick to pull you down on the bed, making you squeal at his sudden movements.

Once he was above you perched on his elbows, he took all of you in. Your beautiful hair, you stunning eyes, your distinctive features. Every part that made you… you. Every spot, every blemish. He saw you as nothing but absolute perfection.

He was quick to discard of the swimsuit bottoms, exposing your pussy to him as he undressed himself, freeing his erection from the corset that was his skinny jeans.

He was quick to move on top of you, his face level with yours as he began peppering small kisses, from your nose, to your eyelids, to your cheeks, to your forehead, soaking in the sounds of your content giggles as he did so.

If there was one sound on this earth that Steve Harrington loved to listen to, it had to be your laugh. He could listen to it for hours and never get tired of it.

“You ready, sweetheart?” He asked softly, and you were quick to confirm.

“Yes, Steve. I want you.”

As he pushed himself in, you gasped, your hands autopiloting as they grasped onto his arms. Steve took it slow, letting you adjust little by little as he entered you.

Soon, he began to move, making sure to watch for your reactions, being extremely cautious as he began to slide in and out of your welcoming cunt.

His pace was sweet and passionate, not too fast, but not entirely slow either. It was perfect, and so was he. He looked at you from his position above you, and he felt as if he would never get tired of seeing your face, especially like this.

“You’re the prettiest girl in the world,” he sighed, sheathed completely inside you, “I want you to say it, honey, say: ‘I’m the prettiest girl in the world’.”

You were hesitant, and it came out in a half-hearted mumble, but a quick and harsh snap of his hips was quick to give you a change of heart.

“‘M the prettiest girl in the world!” You mewled out, pleading with him to continue with the pace he had before.

“That’s right, baby, and you’re gonna keep saying it,” he made sure to get close to your ear, his gruff voice echoing in your mind, “because if you stop, I stop.”

This made your eyes widen in embarrassment, heat rushing to your cheeks. At first it started out in muttered statements, but soon the mantra was being proclaimed to the heavens and Steve took you, quickly, precisely, and most of all, passionately.

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world! I’m the prettiest girl in the world!” You continued to chant as he continued pummeling into you with vigor.

Each word you tried to get out became choppier and more stuttered with every thrust, your mind hazing up at the pressure building up in your core.

He was on a mission to make you cum, dropping one of his hands to your clit as his fingertips drew tight, fast circles.

He felt you tighten around him almost instantly. You were enjoying this as much as he was.

“Steve, ‘m gonna cum!” You cried, your head throwing back against the pillow.

With his free hand, he grabbed one of yours, lacing your fingers together as he nodded, “Cum, sweet girl, let me feel that perfect pussy cum on my cock.”

You let the coil in your core snap, a wave of heat rippling across your body, crashing into you as your eyes rolled back, every negative thought floating away as you gave in to ecstasy.

Steve muffled your wanton moans with his lips, swallowing each sound as his tongue danced with yours, and not long after, his hips stuttered, a warmth blossoming inside you as you felt the vibration of his grunts against your mouth.

The two of you held onto each other like a lifeline, not wanting to let go. You each felt sated in more ways than one. Not only were your insecurities on the back burner, but you had one of the most supportive people you had ever met resting in your arms.

He was careful when he removed himself, respectful and responsive when cleaning you up with a warm washcloth, and tender when he dressed you in one of his sweatshirts and a pair of his boxers.

After you were dressed, he stood in front of you as you sat at the edge of the bed, a reversal of before. He gently tucked your hair behind your ear, caressing your cheek as you leaned into his touch.

“If you ever feel like you did before, you let me know, okay? You don’t deserve to ever feel like that.”

“Okay, Steve,” you nodded.

He was quick to join you under the covers, pulling you close to his bare chest, giving you a final kiss to the forehead before letting you drift off to sleep.

And there, in that moment, he knew that he wanted you forever and always. His pretty girl, his best girl.

I know, kind of a little lazy and booty but I’m kinda burnt out, I need requests 🥲 yall I’m begging.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #Steve Harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #Steve Harrington fanfic #steve harrington one shot #steve Harrington blurb #steve harrington x fem!reader

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dc418writes · 1 year

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•|All I Need is You|•

Pairing: trucker!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary: Your plans for Ari’s birthday just keep falling apart

⚠️: First and foremost: Ari (the girls that get it, get it✨), pretty much all fluff, negative self talk by reader

*Disclaimer: although collage was made by me, I DO NOT claim ownership of the pictures used as they were all found on Pinterest

“What do you mean it’s gone?”

“I-I’m sorry ma’am, but there was a glitch with our system,” the young receptionist nervously explains pushing her black frames further up the bridge of her nose. “The room you ordered appeared to be available when it really wasn’t.”

Yet another mishap to what was supposed to be the perfect weekend.

The first being you taking much longer than you wanted to pack since you couldn’t find the extra special gift you bought for Ari. You searched your bag - twice -, the closet, under the bed. Ari tried to help you look, but you refused not wanting anything to be spoiled.

Finally tired of looking, you figured maybe you could find it when you returned and didn’t feel rushed. That was until your boyfriend opened the trunk to see a small, glossy black shopping bag resting in the corner.

“What’s this?,” he asked peaking in before you could stop him. At least you could tell he liked what was inside from the blush creeping along his cheeks and ears.

“It was your surprise,” you sigh instantly making him feel guilty for looking. “I forgot I left it in there since you were home and I couldn’t sneak it by.”

Taking your hands in his, he can tell you’re kicking yourself from the slight frown on your lips. He ducks down to be at your eye level flashing that adorable smile that always had one appearing on your face as well. “Well I’m definitely surprised if it makes you feel better gorgeous. And even more excited for this weekend.”

“I would set you up with another room, but unfortunately we’re all booked due to the game and the other events this weekend.”

The same game you were surprising Ari tickets with and built his birthday weekend around.

“Do you know if there’s any other hotel available?,” Ari asks.

“Preferably in this same area or like a 15 mile radius, please?”

“I’ll try to contact the hotels nearby, but I have a feeling they may be booked too. If you’d like to use our computers to look at some others, you’re more than welcome.”

Nodding your head along with a quick thanks from Ari, he follows behind sitting in the black, leather desk chair beside yours as you type away. The way your knee bounces and you sigh when the page doesn’t load fast enough Ari can tell you’re getting more frustrated as the time passes.

“Hey, it’ll be okay,” he softly smiles placing his larger hand on your thigh. Your eyes stay glued to the screen though moving on to the third hotel on the list of those somewhat close by.

“Um Ms. Y/L/N?,” the receptionist calls. Her heels clacking against the polished tile as she gets closer to the computer area. “I looked and I’m sorry to say that there’s no rooms available in those I mentioned earlier.”

You’re not surprised, but still disappointed nonetheless feeling what little hope you had drain away. “It’s okay. Thanks for looking.”

“Of course. And for the trouble, I can set your names aside so the next time you’re in town we’ll set you up in our best room! All amenities included and at a discount.”

“That’s very nice of you,” Ari states. “Thanks for everything.”

“I’m sorry again for the inconvenience. Your full refund should be in your account within three business days. I hope you two still have a nice weekend amid everything, a-and feel free to use the computer as long as you need.” Her heels clack once again as she walks back to the front desk cheerily greeting the family waiting for their keys.

Maybe even to the room you and Ari were supposed to have.

Another sigh slips past your lips checking the last hotel in close proximity to find it completely booked. You probably could find a room farther out, but then that would mess up everything time wise. You’d have to leave earlier than you planned due to traffic, then worry about parking since you wouldn’t be in walking distance anymore-

“Hey I was thinking, my family’s cabin is only a couple hours out from here. Why don’t we go there and then we don’t have to worry about a hotel?”

And potentially miss out on the game having to really be careful with your time now.

“If you don’t wanna go that’s fine too. I was just trying to make things easier.”

Honestly, it didn’t. Well not completely that is. But Ari loved that cabin. He’d told you countless stories of his vacations there as a kid and how he would have trips with his dad as part of their “man’s weekend” when he hit his teenage years. How could you say no to such a big part of his childhood? Especially after he’d mentioned wanting to take you there so you could experience this magical cabin for yourself.

“Sure,” you softly smile. Ari notices it doesn’t quite meet your eyes though. “That’s fine.”

“You sure? If you’d rather the hotel then-,”

“No no it’s okay. Plus it’s your birthday weekend and if that’s what you want then let’s do it bubbas.”

Following behind, you both wave a final goodbye to the kind receptionist - still appearing sympathetic for the system’s mistake - before Ari’s sliding in the driver’s seat of your Toyota. The ride seeming a bit quieter this time as you mostly gazed out the window.

With Ari’s hand on your thigh, he tried getting you to smile or laugh with his goofy antics and saying how excited he was finally being able to spend the weekend together, but your smiles and conversation didn’t last long. Eventually you were back to the window or briefly scrolling on your phone.

And your fiancée was left worried about what was going on in your head.

“Hey I’ll meet you on the snack aisle. I just need to grab something first,” Ari states handing you the nearest shopping cart.

“Oh um okay. You don’t need it?”

“No you go ahead. I’ll be fine.” Leaning in, he sweetly pecks your cheek before moving to your full lips, “Love you.”

“Love you too.” Watching you journey towards the chips and your other favorites, Ari removes his phone from his pocket as he turns for the opposite end of the store. His sneakers squeaking along the linoleum of the older looking supermarket while he hopes for someone to answer the phone.

“Hey honey, how’s everything? Did you guys make it to the hotel? Is it as luxurious as it looks online?!,” his mom excitedly asks. He can practically hear her bouncing in place on the other side of the phone.

“Well actually we’re on our way to the cabin. There was a glitch that caused us not to have a room,” he explains searching along the shelves of various wines and other alcoholic drinks.

“Oh no. Good thing you have that spare key then.”

“Yea,” he half heartedly chuckles finally settling on a Merlot and Moscato before moving onto the cold fridge of brightly colored bouquets.

“What’s wrong? You don’t seem excited this go round?”

“I am it’s just..I don’t think Y/N’s too excited to go. Really she’s seemed bummed since everything with the hotel.”

“Well, I know she’s been planning this trip for a while now and is probably just disappointed things didn’t pan out how she expected. Nothing personal against cabby.” He only hums in response quickly scanning his items in the self checkout while occasionally twisting his head to make sure you weren’t anywhere in sight.

“Have you tried talking with her?”

“No, not really. I’ve just been trying to get her mind off everything, but it’s not really working. I still got a few more tricks up my sleeve though so fingers crossed.”

His mom lightly giggles, “While I’m sure your tricks are well effective, talk with her too. Make sure she knows you’re still enjoying every moment even though there was a slight bump. I don’t have to be there to know she wants everything perfect for you.”

She was right. You were a perfectionist putting so much pressure on yourself since a young age to make things right for others and appear put together yourself. There were a few times over the span of your relationship that Ari would comfort you after a rough day at work where you made the smallest mistake but expected to be fired the next day. His body holding you close - nearly suffocating you - as he tried to help rid those negative thoughts from your mind with praises from his soothing voice and sweet kisses.

Even if everything fell apart this weekend he’d still love you though. By now he hoped you knew nothing could ever change that.

Sneaking out the store, he jogs to the car carefully placing his items in the trunk before returning back to the store searching down the aisles. Sure enough you were still with the snacks deep in thought as you held a box of Cheez-itz and a bag of Doritos.

“I’ll talk to her. I gotta go but I’ll text when we get there. Let you know how everything looks.”

“Okay, love you and drive safe! Tell Y/N I said hi.”

“Alright love you too. Bye.”

“Your mom?,” you ask.

“Yea just letting her know we’re headed to the cabin. Whatcha got?”

“There’s cookies; chocolate chip, Oreo, and sugar. Lays original and now I’m stuck between these two,” you answer holding out both. Ari looks like he’s in thought for a moment, taking both in his own hands as his eyes switch from the red box to the blue bag before he easily dumps both in the cart with a wide smile making you giggle.

“Or that works too.”

Ari couldn’t help the smile on his face as soon as he stepped out the car. The cabin was just as he remembered with its dark wood a bit worn from battling with the elements over the years. It’s grass and bushes a bit overgrown from the lack of visitors, but nothing he couldn’t handle before they left.

It’s inside only sparked more nostalgia as he remembered running across the wooden floor as a child with a blanket around his neck pretending he was a superhero. The floor littered with toys his mom repeatedly told him to pick up and take to his room before someone got hurt.

Eventually that someone was his dad having slipped and fell on one of his Hot Wheelz.

“Larissa begged and begged until she got that hanging chair,” Ari shares gesturing to the woven rope seat gently swinging on the front porch. He chuckles to himself remembering how exhausted their parents looked hearing his sister go on - yet again - about this super cool chair that she had to have because her favorite singer had one on the cover of some magazine.

“I think that’s the closest they ever came to locking her in the closet.”

You haven’t heard a word he’s said busy removing the contents of your purse before frantically moving on to the few shopping bags left on the counter. Each one aggressively rustling as you mumble to yourself.

“Um you okay?”

“M-My ring. I can’t find my engagement ring,” you nearly cry patting the pockets of your jeans.

“Hey, it’s fine sweetheart. We’ll just retrace your steps.” Ari tries to soothingly rub your back, but you move just out of his grasp now beginning to pace the small kitchen.

“It’s not fine Ari! That was your grandmother’s ring that I lost because I’m dumb and can’t do anything right-,”

“Y/N look at me,” he sternly orders immediately making you still as tears rolled down your heated cheeks. The confusion and concern in his blue eyes stepping closer towards you only causes more to flow while your chest heaves with soft hiccups. “Where’s all this coming from huh?”

Your stressed eyes close in a moment of peace feeling his warm palms on your cheeks and thumbs removing as much liquid from your skin as they could before another set is joining its predecessors. “Because it’s true,” you whisper.

“It’s not. Far from it.”

“If I would’ve checked on things beforehand, then I would’ve known about the room and gotten another one so we could go to the game-,”

“Game? What are you talking about?”

Taking a breath you try to shift your gaze down to the floor beneath you, but Ari’s grip purposefully makes that hard to do. You’re stuck meeting his eyes and his eyes only. “It was the other part of your surprise. I got tickets to the playoff game and at the hotel I was planning on getting us couples massages since you’ve never had one. Then go check out some new restaurants and do anything else you wanted, but all that’s ruined now because I didn’t check first.”

“C’mere,” Ari coos pulling you into his chest as he slowly rocks you back and forth. His lips staying attached to your temple while his hand rubs up and down your back. “Nothing’s ruined. We can still do all of that.”

“The spa’s only for guests. We can’t go anymore.”

“Well, guess we’ll just have to give each other massages then huh?,” he grins. Hearing your short, muffled giggle has his heart warming leaning back to wipe the remaining tears from your eyes.

“I just wanted everything to be perfect for you.”

“This is perfect! We’re seeing my favorite team in a sold out game, staying here in one of my favorite places. And not to mention I got my fiancé here with me for it all,” he smiles pecking your forehead. “As far as I’m concerned, this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

“Better than the surprise party last year?,” you ask playfully quirking your brow.

“Yep, because I get you all to myself now.” His strong arms suddenly lift your feet from the floor as he races towards the bedroom with a trail of your squeals and laughs in his wake - the sweetest music to ever touch his ears. Soon you’re both hitting the bare mattress and Ari’s lips shower your face with unlimited kisses as he comfortably smothers your body with his bulkier form. “And if I wanna steal you away, I can.”

“You could’ve that day too.”

“Pretty sure I tried, but someone was very busy being hostess.” His head slightly tilts upward in the direction of the gleam that hits his eye, causing a short huff of a laugh to escape his lungs.

“What?,” you ask as he gently lifts on his hands to retrieve the small diamond ring from the beside table.

Specifically, your engagement ring.

“I think you were looking for this.”

“That’s right, I took it off back here when we sat our bags down because I was afraid it’d get caught on something. S-Sorry for freaking out earlier.” Sliding the cool metal on your finger, his lips meet your knuckles before he’s shifting to lie on his side with a comfortable sigh, and hand caresses the side of your neck. His thumb grazing against your jaw leaves a tickled sensation along your skin.

“Sweetheart I want you to really hear me when I say you don’t have to ever worry about being or doing anything perfect around me.”

“I know I know, I’m already perfect to you.”

“And I mean it. Hopefully you truly believe me when I say that.”

“…I-I know that’s how you feel, and I really appreciate it, but it’s hard sometimes to see in myself what you do,” you shyly admit leaning more into his touch. “Like we’re looking at two different people.”

“I assure you it’s the same person gorgeous. And I have no problem reminding you how wonderful you are until you finally realize it.”

A soft smile forms on your lips placing your hand over his to sweetly peck his palm. “You’re the one supposed to be getting all the compliments and nice words birthday boy.”

He shrugs. “My day, and I say different,” Ari smirks leaning down towards your waiting mouth. “Which reminds me..”

Carefully rolling out of bed, he jogs out the room to the kitchen where you hear a cabinet opening and closing before he’s jogging back with a giddy smile and hands behind his back.

“What are you up to?”

Rather than speak, he brings his hands in front of him to show the bouquet of pink lilies and a bottle of your favorite wine. God this man really was too good to you.

“After the hotel I could see how bummed you were so I thought I’d surprise you too,” he explains handing you the flowers then placing the bottle on the bedside table to join you on the bed. His lips find your cheek as you take in the sweet scent of each bud.

“They’re beautiful! When’d you get them?”

“While you were getting snacks. Then I snuck them out to the car.”

“Thank you for loving me like you do,” you whisper leaving a kiss on his shoulder before resting your head on the exact spot.

“Only showing exactly what you show me everyday gorgeous.”

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Ok here it is as promised!

Rhett Abbott x older Aussie Reader!

So it’s a love letter to my Aussie 30+ ladies out there. But anyone can enjoy a dirty soft arse man Rhett with a little authority kink (some might call it something else but in no way is this man a sub.)

18+ as the SMUT is detailed in this one (well for my writing it is)!

Also I’m also almost at 500 followers! Thank you so much to all of you for reading and enjoying my fics.

God I hope you enjoy xo

Rhett Abbott was bored. Tired of fucking the same kind of woman over and over. Over the same heavily made-up faces, fake tits and hollow small talk. Bored of drunken girls who were out to screw a cowboy. He was ready for something different.

Someone different.

A girl who could make him laugh, someone who could keep him on his toes and put him in his place. And if it was on the cards, he wouldn’t mind falling in love either.

Unfortunately in his little piece of the world, Rhett was unlikely to meet anyone like that.

Or so he thought.

Rhett had finished up with the Saturday morning ranch work and was headed to the house for lunch when Cecelia called out to him. “Rhett, the new vet’s checkin’ on the heifers. Go on and tell ‘em they can join us for lunch when they’re finished.”

He nodded and turned towards the small grazing yard where they kept the pregnant cows. Royal had been livid when their long-time vet announced his retirement right before calving season. Thankfully Cecelia had found a new one in the area willing to take them on.

As Rhett opened the gate, he wondered about this vet. He didn’t know of any locals with the training and there weren’t exactly many people clambering to move to Wabang voluntarily.

Especially a woman with a backside like that.

Rhett was greeted with a very nice, round ass in tight jeans bent over an equipment bag. He debated saying something or even clearing his throat to announce his arrival, but damned if he didn’t want to take in the view for just a little longer.

A distinctive female voice broke his appraisal. “I can feel ya perving at my bum.”

What the fuck has her perfect ass got to do with a homeless person?

The owner of the backside in question turned around with a smirk on her face.

“That’s right. Bum doesn’t mean the same thing in America. And ass is a donkey. Don’t know if my aaarrrse is perfect, but I’m happy to take the compliment,” she teased softly, drawing out her pronunciations.

Crap.

Rhett winced. He’d obviously said that out aloud.

He took a good look at the girl in front of him. Quite young to be a vet; about the same age as him or maybe older by a couple of years. Nice full tits under her t-shirt and wide hips and shapely thighs poured into those tight jeans. And a natural face and pretty eyes that peered up at him from under her hat.

Shit she’s gorgeous.

She didn’t flinch under his gaze. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and her smirk grew wider. “Why don’t ya take a picture, cowboy. It’ll last longer.”

Rhett wanted to kiss that fucking smirk off her face.

He shook the thought out of his head and had the decency to show a little shame for openly checking her out. He removed his cap and ran a hand through his hair. “I… ah… sorry ma’am.”

She snorted. “No worries mate. I’m just taking the piss,” she said in a unique accent.

Mate? And what the hell does taking a leak got to do with anything?

Rhett looked at her with interest but was completely confused. “Got no clue what you’re on ‘bout. Your accent, you’re ah…”

“I’m Aussie. Yeah sorry. Kind of forgot you guys have no idea what I’m saying. It means it’s OK and I’m just messing with ya. And mate is a fond way of calling you a friend,” she laughed lightly.

She stepped forward and offered her hand to shake. “G’day. I’m YFN. How’s it goin?”

He took her hand in his and sucked in a sharp breath. The simple touch was electric, and the feeling took Rhett by surprise.

Jesus.

Rhett cleared his throat as he dropped her hand, and he squeezed his hand open and shut to adjust to the feeling. He blinked his eyes a few times and tried to form a sentence in the wake of his weird reaction.

“I’m Rhett. You’re umm… a bit outta place here in Wabang and kinda young to be a vet aren’t you.” He cringed as soon as the words left his mouth.

YFN cocked her head at him, and the corner of her mouth lifted in a smug smile. “What are you like 28? Aren’t ya kinda old to be living with mummy and daddy still?”

Well shit.

She was fucking cheeky. Rhett chuckled at her comeback. “You got me there. I’m 26. Sorry I ah didn’t mean...”

“All good mate. I’m fucking with ya.” YFN winked at him, and she ran her eyes over him before returning to meet his gaze.

Wouldn’t mind fucking her. That’s for damn sure.

And Rhett definitely didn’t want to be her mate. In fact he wanted to fuck the word mate right out of her mouth.

“And not that it should matter ‘bout my age, but I’m 35. And I’ve put in lots of hard yakka to get where I am. I might be in woop woop in a different country, but I promise ya, I know what I’m doin.” YFN said.

Rhett was surprised at her age; she was a few years older than Perry but certainly didn’t look it. And he had no idea what any of the crazy shit coming out of her mouth meant. But he didn’t care. YFN was obviously interesting, witty and smart and he liked that. And Rhett had never been with an older woman before, and that was a real turn on.

He must have still looked a bit puzzled at her words because she laughed lightly at him again and explained. “Hard yakka means hard work and woop woop means the middle of nowhere.”

“I best get a dictionary if we’re gonna spend more time together.” Rhett said without thinking.

Shit.

Rhett wanted to get to know her alright; he just didn’t mean to blurt it out like that.

YFN raised an eyebrow in question. “Well I spose I could use help with the calving. Gonna be snowed under since they all look to be starting parturition at similar times.”

He frowned a little but nodded, it wasn’t exactly what he meant but he’d take anything he could get.

And what the hell is snowed under? It’s bloody spring.

As if she could read his mind, YFN looked him up and down with a sparkle in her eyes with the smirk back on her face.

That sexy fuckin’ smirk.

“Snowed under means I’ll be busy. Ta Rhett. I appreciate the help. Just wondering though, if you’re only 26… how can I be sure that ya know what you’re doin?”

God, he hoped she wasn’t talking about the damn cows anymore and he thought he’d test the waters a bit.

“Might be younger than you, but I definitely know what I’m doin’,” he drawled, with a wry smile.

YFN looked slightly intrigued at his confession. “And you’re the kind of bloke that can handle being told what to do by a woman?”

Rhett’s chest rumbled with laughter at her response. “I’m guessin’ bloke is a man?”

YFN chuckled at him. “Now you’re catching on...”

He took a half step into her space. “Sure am. And I’m always happy to help a woman in need. But I’ve found most girls I meet seem to like me in charge,” he teased lightly.

YFN’s smile and the glint in her eye remained but she replied casually. “Well aren’t ya a confident one. Hate to tell you though… I’m not like most girls. Mate.”

Fuck. Hate that bloody word.

“No, you sure ain’t. And I might be a little cocky. But I promise you, I can definitely back it up.” Rhett said suggestively.

YFN burst out laughing.

Rhett was really confused now. She had been flirting with him, but this hadn’t gone quite as he expected. Usually he didn’t have to try real hard to get the attention he wanted. In fact, most of the time a small smile and a few choice words would have already had a woman well on their way to wanting to fuck him. Sometimes after a bull ride all he had to do was make eye contact with some bunny and they sucked his cock.

But YFN was clearly wiser and very different to his usual type. And he didn’t mind one bit. She obviously knew who she was and respected herself and wasn’t going to put up with his shit. It was hot as hell, and he really liked that.

Rhett really liked her.

He enjoyed watching her doubled over laughing, but Rhett still had no idea what he’d said to cause it.

YFN gripped his arm to keep her balance while her laughter died down. Rhett’s forearm tingled where her palm touched him, and warmth spread into his chest.

Christ.

“Sorry… sorry,” she said as she wiped a few tears from her eyes.

“It’s just you called yourself a small cockroach.” YFN giggled and the sweet sound went straight to his dick.

Jesus.

He held her gaze and took another half step towards her and she dropped her hand from his arm. Any closer and her tits would touch his chest.

“That’s not what I meant, and you fuckin’ know it,” he said in a deep throaty voice.

YFN blushed.

Fuck yes.

She tugged nervously on her ear. That and her rosy, pink cheeks were the first real glimpse that he had an effect on her. She tried to hide it, but Rhett caught it.

YFN broke eye contact, stepped back and picked up her bag. “Do you ah.. do you know where Royal is? I found a couple of membranes and the other heifers are showing vulval swelling,” she said distractedly.

Shit. Back to business. Might have pushed too far and screwed this up.

“Yeah, he’s in the house. Ma wants you to join us for lunch. I umm… I would really like it too. That’s if you want to.” Rhett said hesitantly and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck.

He watched her closely and her plump lips turned up into a small smile. “I could eat. Plus I don’t think I’m goin anywhere. I reckon things are gonna kick off soon with these heifers and they’ll be mums by the arvo.”

Rhett grinned at the promise of her staying, but he scrunched his eyebrows together, once again baffled by her words. “What the hell is arvo?”

YFN laughed lightly at him as they walked to the fence. “Afternoon. We shorten a lotta shit and most times stick a vowel on the end. Like agro, servo, cuppa, footy, sanga, brolly or sickie.”

“I have no fuckin’ idea what any of that means.” Rhett chuckled and opened the gate for her.

Fuck it.

As she passed through, he ghosted his hand along her spine and rest it lightly on the small of her back. “But I like the sound of anythin’ that comes out of your pretty little mouth,” he whispered in a low voice.

YFN stopped dead in her tracks and sighed.

Shit. Definitely fucked this up.

She turned to face Rhett and looked him in the eye. “Listen. You seem fun and sweet and you’re fucking hot as. But if the word around Wabang is anything to go by, then you’re just after a root. I probably shouldn’t have flirted with ya knowing that. I’m a lot older than you Rhett, and I’m trying to build a life here, so I’m after more than one night. She’ll be apples if you’re not interested in me like that.”

Rhett had no clue what some of that stood for, but he caught that YFN didn’t think he liked her in a more serious way. And he didn’t give a shit about the age difference. He was stunned by her directness; he wasn’t used to girls who didn’t play games and it made Rhett like her even more.

YFN searched his face and exhaled, she must have thought his silence meant he only wanted sex, and she turned to walk away.

He reached out and caught her by the hand. And his palm tingled.

“YFN. Look at me.” Rhett said softly and she looked up at him with wide eyes. “I’m guessin’ root means fuck?” and she nodded and gave him a tiny smile.

“Well I do wanna fuck you real bad.” YFN raised an eyebrow and he grimaced at his words.

“Shit. Sorry. I ah… haven’t got a lot of experience in this part… so don’t really know how to do this,” he said sheepishly.

Rhett took a deep breath. “I ain’t gonna lie, I do want you. I can’t help it, you’re one sexy woman. I know we just met but I already know that I wanna get to know you better. And I don’t care ‘bout our ages. I get I don’t bring much to the table, but I’m ready for more. Have been for a while. And I think we could be good together darlin’.”

Rhett linked his fingers with YFN’s and looked at her expectantly and she gave him a wry smile. “Not half bad for a bloke who hasn’t done this before. Ya know your folks were good enough to give me a crack as their vet, even though I’m an outsider. Not sure how they’ll feel ‘bout the 35-year-old who works for them dating their 26-year-old son.”

Rhett laughed loudly. “They won’t care. They’re gonna love that I’ve found someone who can put me in my place.”

The mischievous twinkle was back in her eyes and the smirk was back on her face. “Well they’re not wrong… Mate.”

She’d figured out what the word did to him.

Fucking cheeky girl.

“You call me that one more fuckin’ time and I swear…”

“Oh Sorry. Ya don’t want to be my mate?” she bat her eyes at him in fake innocence and a low growl reverberated from his chest.

YFN giggled. “Do you like baby better?” Rhett’s dick twitched at that, and she gave him a knowing look and turned on her heel and headed for the house.

Fuck.

She was definitely gonna keep him on his toes.

……

At lunch, YFN seamlessly fit right in with the Abbott’s and Rhett would be lying if he didn’t admit that it stirred something inside him. She was sweet, smart and funny and genuine with every interaction. Cecelia smiled at her thoughtfulness as YFN helped her prepare lunch. She kept up with Perry’s banter and had him in stitches with some of her Aussie sayings. Amy adored her, especially when YFN offered to show her how to draw Australian animals.

Royal, predictably, was gruff but Rhett could tell that was because he was irritated at him, not her. Even though they hadn’t meant it to be, the chemistry between him and YFN was pretty obvious, and Royal had an opinion.

When an excited Amy left the table to get drawing supplies, he spoke up. “For christ’s sakes Rhett. We just hired the girl. We’ll be down another fuckin’ vet once you’re done screwin’ with her.” Royal spat at him.

Shit.

Rhett winced at his father’s words and Cecelia gasped and gestured at YFN. “What the hell Royal! Apologise.”

He then looked at YFN more softly. “Sorry. No offence meant to you.”

YFN was sat beside Rhett at the table, and he turned his head to look at her reaction to Royal’s comments and to everyone’s surprise she snorted and had a wide smile on her face. “None taken. I’ve heard the rumours ‘bout your son being the town bike, so can see why you’d have the shits with him givin it a crack with your new vet.”

They all looked at her with varying degrees of shock and confusion and YFN laughed. “What I mean to say is that I heard Rhett gets around and I understand you’d be angry with him for making a move on me.”

YFN squared her shoulders. “Look. I’m not gonna beat around the bush here. I like Rhett. I know we just met and I’m a lot older, but I wanna get to know him. I’m so thankful that you’ve given me a chance here and I’m not gonna throw it away on a one-off roll in the hay and he knows that. And no matter what happens, I’m still gonna be ya vet and do a bloody good job,” she said sincerely.

Wow.

Rhett looked at YFN in awe. She was honest and direct and wasn’t shying away from his family. He didn’t even care that she had basically called him a man-whore.

Cecelia smiled warmly at her. “I’m sure you’ll do a great job honey.” And he wasn’t sure if she was talking about her work with the heifers or him.

“Ain’t you blunt.” Perry smirked.

YFN gave Perry a wry smile. “Sure am. And Rhett?” she turned and spoke directly to him. “Ya know what isn’t blunt?”

He had no idea where this was going. “What?” Rhett replied carefully.

Rhett felt YFN’s hand on his knee and it slowly made its way up his thigh, and he worked overtime not to get hard. Her eyes sparkled and her signature smirk spread across her pretty face.

“My scalpel. And I’ve been trained to castrate many different species. Just thought ya should know that, cowboy.”

Jesus.

Rhett paled at the thought, even though he knew YFN was joking. Well he fucking hoped she was. Cecelia smiled and patted him on the cheek and Perry guffawed.

And something else happened that none of them had ever witnessed before. Royal’s laughter. And not just a little chuckle, he was hunched over the table laughing loudly.

What the hell?

Amy returned to the kitchen with paper and pencils in hand, her eyes wide with the same shock as the rest of the Abbott’s. “Grandpa are you… laughing?” she said in wonder.

Royal took a few deep breaths to settle himself and his face went back to the cool, impassive look they were all used to, save a small wry smile. “Looks like you’ve finally met your match Rhett,” he said as he excused himself from the table.

Sure had.

YFN winked at Rhett and removed her hand from his leg as Amy settled beside her, and they began to draw. “Just a few minutes though, ‘cause I gotta go suss out how the heifers are goin,” she said softly to her.

Amy nodded at her and watched as she drew a koala. “Hey Rhett. I’m gonna need a rubber.” YFN said plainly to him, and his eyebrows shot up into his hairline.

What the fuck?

“What’s a rubber?” Amy asked innocently.

Cecelia inhaled sharply and Perry looked a bit irritated and YFN noticed their reactions immediately and turned white.

“Eraser!” she shouted. “I meant an eraser. Oh my god. I’m so sorry…” she trailed off embarrassed.

The adult Abbott’s burst out laughing at the misunderstanding and YFN’s head dropped and hit the table.

Rhett trailed his fingertips upwards from the base of her spine until he reached her shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. YFN lifted her head and smiled shyly at him.

He passed her what she’d originally asked for. “Darlin’ here’s the e-ras-er.” And Rhett sarcastically emphasised the word phonetically, with a sly grin.

YFN’s eyes flashed at him intensely. Rhett knew she might make him pay for that. And fuck did he look forward to it.

Cecelia and Perry regarded him shocked and surprised, before glancing at each other with knowing looks when he used the word darling. Rhett saw that YFN’s eyebrows knit together in confusion as she noticed their exchange, but she didn’t comment on it.

She quickly finished drawing the koala and Amy copied the drawing as best she could. “That’s a beauty Amy. I better go check on the cows now.” And his niece pouted.

“You gotta clean your room anyway sweetheart. Maybe you can do some more drawin’ tomorrow mornin’ at breakfast. You’ll be ‘ere won’t you daarliin’.” Perry teased and drew out the name Rhett had called YFN.

Rhett gave him the finger as he sipped on his coffee.

“I��d like that!” Amy said excitedly as she gathered up the paper and pencils.

“Me too hun.” YFN winked at her, and his niece left the kitchen.

Cecelia smiled. “You know you stayin’ the night isn’t a bad idea. Who knows how long the calving’s gonna take. There’s a loft above the barn, I’ll make it up for you.”

Rhett knew his mother’s intentions were more than likely pure, but the small, heated glance from YFN and the blush that crept up her neck, had his cock swelling.

YFN smiled warmly at her. “Cheers Cecelia. That’s very kind of ya. But I don’t have a change of clothes or anything. All I’ve got in my ute is thongs.” YFN chuckled.

Cecelia’s mouth widened in shock, Perry barked out a laugh, and Rhett did a spit take of his coffee all over the table.

“Crap! Sorry… I didn’t mean… What do you call them?... Ah… flip flops. Thongs are the same as flip flops,” she rushed out nervously, her face bright red at the mistake.

Rhett laughed at yet another misunderstanding and rested his hand on her thigh again. “Maybe we gotta get you that dictionary instead.” And YFN snorted.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it honey. And call me Cece. I’ll wash your clothes for the mornin’ and Rhett will lend you somethin’ to wear later. How does that sound?” Cecelia said.

God yes.

Rhett squeezed her thigh and got out of his seat before he got a boner over the thought of her wearing his clothes.

YFN smiled at Cecelia, and she got up from the table and started to clear the plates. “That sounds good Cece. Thanks heaps.”

“Good. Nope. None of that.” Cecelia shooed YFN away from cleaning up. “All of you get on now and get to work.”

Rhett and Perry both kissed their mother on the cheek in thanks and YFN thanked her and said, “Have a good one.”

A good what?

He smiled and shook his head as he saw Cecelia look like she was wondering the same thing.

The three of them headed out of the house, stopping in the hall to grab their hats and boots. Rhett couldn’t help but stare at YFN’s perfect backside as she bent over to put on her boots. He started to imagine how it would jiggle when he fucked her pussy from behind.

“Looks like you might need to find that rubber after all baby brother.” Perry caught him looking and taunted loudly.

Crap.

YFN whipped her head up and gave Perry the finger. “Respect your elders, Perry.” And they both chuckled at each other.

“And you. Keep your eyes off my bum.” Rhett grinned as she chastised him playfully and whacked him lightly on the chest as they made their way out the door.

“What the fuck has a homeless person got to do with anythin’?” And Rhett laughed loudly at Perry’s confusion.

This was going to be fun.

……

An hour before sunset, Rhett had shaved and was in the shower washing away the dirt and grime from the day. Between Royal, Perry, YFN, and himself they ended up having a busy time with the calving. All the heifers had given birth at similar times, so in YFN’s words, they’d had a ‘choc a block arvo’.

She had gratefully taken up his mother’s offer of staying the night since she was too tired or ‘buggered’ as she put it, to drive home. Rhett was happy about that since he wanted to spend more time with her, and maybe get his lips on her if she was willing.

Never in his life did Rhett think his mother would encourage his activities with women, but Cecelia knew this time was different and he was grateful for her help. He wanted to show YFN he was capable of more than a quick fuck, so Cecelia made up a picnic dinner, and at his request, leant her a dress, so Rhett could take her to one of the paddocks on a date of sorts.

As he washed his hair and body thoroughly, he thought about the day so far.

While they observed the heifers, Rhett and YFN took the opportunity to get to know each other better. She was easy going, intelligent and had a wicked sense of humour.

And she was so goddamn gorgeous.

Even covered in dirt and sweat and a bit of blood, she was easily the most beautiful woman he had ever met.

Rhett couldn’t recall a time that calving had been this entertaining. And he’d laughed so hard his sides hurt, especially when YFN yelled ‘don’t spit the dummy’ and ‘I know it hurts girl but stop carrying on like a pork chop’ in her Aussie slang to a cow while her arm was inside it.

In that moment, YFN had met Rhett’s gaze and poked out her tongue at him. And a joyful grin spread across his face. “You’re fuckin’ crazy,” he’d said.

“Mad as a cut snake,” she’d laughed as she removed her arm and a large amount of fluid followed and splatted her jeans and boots.

With her around, Rhett was certainly never going to be bored.

And for an entirely different reason, he realised that sentiment was only going to get stronger when YFN turned on her no nonsense, assertive vet demeanour.

YFN had picked up that a calf was breach, and had got the cow into a head gate, expertly repositioned the calf and helped the heifer birth it. Watching her take control of the situation and the way she gave Rhett commands, had his head swimming and his cock swelling.

Just like it was now.

Rhett wasn’t going to argue with his body and gripped his hard dick in his hand and stroked.

Usually during sex, his MO was fast and dirty with him in charge. But the way Rhett had reacted to YFN being authoritative and telling him what to do, had him reeling.

He groaned and fucked himself faster as he thought about it.

Fuck.

Rhett craved bending her over and fucking her till she couldn’t walk, and he needed to worship every part of her gorgeous body and make her cum in every way he knew how. But something about her calling the shots while they screwed, him obeying every fucking word that came from her pink, plush lips, had him weak at the knees.

He was dizzy as he imagined the possibilities and he put a hand on the wall to steady himself. Rhett grunted as he came hard and shot his load all over the tiles.

Holy shit.

Rhett rinsed his spend down the drain, got out of the shower and quickly dried and dressed himself.

Thoughts like that never entered his head before and the things he was feeling for her were brand new to him. Although he didn’t have much to offer, Rhett wanted to give YFN everything.

He was well and truly whipped and didn’t mind one bit.

When Rhett finally made it downstairs, the ribbing he got from Perry about the length of his shower, his clean clothes and brushed hair, was worth it when he found YFN.

Jesus christ.

She was leaning against the fence of the grazing yard checking on the heifers and their new calves. The green, polka dot dress she’d borrowed from Cecelia, hugged her curves just right.

YFN turned around when she heard him approaching, and Rhett’s eyes roamed over her. Loose hair, still slightly damp from her shower, framed her clean face and her pretty lips turned up in a shy smile.

Beautiful.

YFN blushed and laughed softly. “Thanks Rhett. Ya clean up pretty good yourself.”

He bit his lip when he realised, he’d said it aloud. It didn’t matter, he meant it.

Rhett put down the picnic stuff and stepped closer to her. He let his eyes travel down her body once more, drinking in the tanned skin on offer. Freckles dotted her exposed shoulders and toned arms, and her tits strained against the fabric of the dress. A nice pair of legs completed the package and as Rhett’s appreciative gaze got to the end of them, he burst out laughing.

She was wearing her flip flops.

“Ya like my thongs then mate?” YFN smirked at him.

That’s fucking it.

Rhett practically growled and used his long reach to grab her waist and bring her to him. He gave her a split second to stop him before his lips descended on hers in a rough kiss. YFN responded immediately and kissed him back. And when she ran her hands up his arms, over his shoulders and threaded them tightly in the hair at the base of his neck and pulled, he instantly got hard.

“I said not to fuckin’ call me that,” Rhett mumbled into the kiss, and YFN took the opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth and they both moaned when her tongue found his. A current crackled throughout his body as they kissed, and his hands found their way to her fleshy ass, and he pulled her flush against him.

Fuck.

He groaned when he felt she had nothing on under the dress and he got a handful of each cheek and squeezed.

After a few more seconds, YFN broke the kiss and laughed breathlessly. “Alright. OK. Settle down. I promise I won’t call ya that ever again. Although a pash like that isn’t a very good deterrent.”

“Pash equals kiss?” Rhett chuckled in question, his hands still on her backside.

“You got it cowboy,” she smiled softly. She removed her hands from his neck, tucked them under his arms, circled his waist and pulled him into a hug.

Oh.

Rhett couldn’t remember the last time anyone hugged him. Maybe Amy once or twice when she was younger.

And it had never felt like this.

He released her ass and wrapped his arms around YFN’s shoulders tightly. He enjoyed the feeling of her body snug against his, and he breathed in her scent and relaxed into the embrace.

Like when he was sipping on a good whiskey, warmth spread through his limbs.

And his heart pounded in his chest.

Christ.

He’d never felt like this before.

Rhett wasn’t sure how long they stood like that for but eventually they broke apart. YFN placed her small hand on his chest and looked at him earnestly. “You OK baby?”

“Yeah. I never…” he croaked out, feeling overwhelmed by his emotions.

“Hey… Me too.” YFN said softly and took his hand and settled it in the valley of her breasts. Rhett sucked in a breath when he felt the rapid thumping of her heart.

She felt it too.

Rhett nodded dumbly and then gave YFN a shy smile. “I like you in a dress darlin’.”

“Your mum is tiny, so it’s a bit short on me. But I hear you chose it, so I’m not at all surprised,” she said softly, a twinkle in her eyes.

He shrugged and his other hand played with the hem of the dress. “I picked it ‘cause it’s actually the one ma wore on her first date with my father.”

“Rhett…” YFN murmured as her eyes gazed at him lovingly when she realised the symbolism of his choice.

“That and I figured the shorter the better since your panties are in the wash,” he teased and gave her a wink.

“Get stuffed ya prick.” YFN laughed and smacked his hands away.

Rhett guffawed and held his hands up in surrender. “’lright! I’m sorry. You’re so sexy. I can’t help it if I want to see what’s down under.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes at him. “Oh my god. That was terrible.”

YFN started walking towards the next paddock and Rhett watched as the dress moved with the sway of her hips. His eyes automatically went to the hem of her dress as it skimmed her high on her thighs and clung to her nice backside.

“Get your fucking eyes off my arse cowboy and let’s go,” YFN called back to him.

Rhett’s lips broke into a wide grin. “Yes ma’am.”

……

Rhett and YFN had spent the evening talking, laughing, flirting and kissing while drinking beers and devouring the picnic Cecelia had packed them. He couldn’t remember having this much fun with anyone ever, but YFN was funny, sexy, interesting, and easy to talk to.

She was different to any other woman he’d ever met.

She was so open about herself that it was near impossible for Rhett not to reveal things about himself too. Even though they’d just met that day, they both shared pieces of themselves with each other that no other living soul knew.

The attraction between them was intense and Rhett felt a connection to YFN, a strong pull that he’d never felt before.

Wanting her wasn’t the problem, Rhett just didn’t quite know what to do with these new feelings.

Normally when he was with a girl at the end of the night, he’d just fuck them in his truck or behind the bar. This was completely different, and he had no idea what to do.

He itched to get his hands on her, the feeling of her soft lips on his when they kissed and the knowledge that her unclothed pussy was barely hidden under the short dress she wore, had him hard as a rock.

But Rhett wanted to show YFN he wasn’t just after sex, he needed to prove he wanted more with her.

So when he walked her back to the barn, he really did have the best intentions of saying goodnight and returning to the house.

But as it turned out, YFN had something else in mind.

YFN chuckled at him. “You OK there cowboy?”

“Never been on a date ‘fore. Not sure what the rules are ‘bout sayin’ goodnight.” Rhett laughed nervously.

“You wanna say goodnight? Did ya forget you had me wear a tiny little dress knowing I had no knickers to go underneath?” she teased.

Rhett groaned and his jeans became tighter. YFN talking about her bare pussy wasn’t helping his resolve. “Fuck no I didn’t forget. I ah… Don’t want to leave, that’s for damn sure but I want to show you that I’m in this for more than one night.”

YFN smiled warmly at him, stepped into his space and threaded her fingers in the hair at the nape of Rhett’s neck. “Don’t worry, I can already tell you are baby. And you know what else I noticed about ya?”

He shook his head as his hands found her hips.

A wry smile spread over her face. “You liked it today, when I called the shots. Didn’t ya?”

Rhett inhaled sharply through his nose and the hold on her hips tightened.

Fuck.

She bit her plump lower lip with her teeth. “That’s what I thought. Now, I’ve heard the rumours, you’re good at what ya do. But, so am I,” she purred.

Jesus Christ.

“Take me to bed cowboy.” YFN whispered as she nibbled on the shell of his ear and Rhett let out a deep groan.

And he did exactly what he was told.

……

Rhett had tried to keep doing what he was told, he really did, but once he’d had a taste of YFN, it was extremely difficult. After they explored each other’s mouths with passionate kisses, she made him strip but kept the dress on herself and said he wasn’t allowed to touch her.

It was devine torture.

He wanted nothing more than bury his face in her full tits, get his hands on her rear, sink his cock in her tight, wet heat and fuck her until he couldn’t see straight.

But she had other plans.

YFN softly demanded Rhett to go down on her and he eagerly jumped at the chance to eat her delicious pussy. She made him lay on the bed and grip the sheets with his hands as she straddled him and rode his tongue. She smacked his hands away several times when he grabbed her round ass as she bucked on his face.

“Didn’t say ya could touch yet baby” YFN scolded lightly as she looked at him teasingly.

YFN switched into a 69 position and pinned his arms down with her hands. Rhett had only done it this way a few times but the thought of her sucking him off while he had his mouth on her, had his already swollen cock twitching. He happily lapped and fucked her with his tongue and sucked on her clit, but he all he felt was her hot breath on the head of his dick.

Come on!

“Suck me,” Rhett said frustratingly; his words muffled by her pussy.

“What was that? I can’t hear you.” YFN said breathlessly, voice full of sarcasm.

He managed to bite her gently, high on the inside of her thigh and she gasped and lifted her pussy off his face. “Suck my cock babygirl.” Rhett urged.

“Hmm. I like the babygirl. But you didn’t say please,” YFN chided playfully, with a smirk on her face. He groaned as she hopped off him and stood up and finally removed the dress painfully slowly.

Rhett grunted and bit his lip at seeing her naked for the first time. His eyes took in the newly revealed skin hungrily. Her tits were full, with dusky pink nipples that begged to be sucked and he longed to feel the soft skin of her stomach, hips and thighs.

She was fucking gorgeous.

“You’re so beautiful YFN” he uttered, and she blushed under his appraisal.

His cock begged for attention and his hand automatically wrapped around it and stroked a few times. YFN smacked his hand away.

“Aah-aah. Get up,” she directed softly as she laid herself down on the bed. Rhett groaned at her commanding him and did exactly what she asked.

“Make me cum first. Then we’ll see ‘bout you,” she purred.

Rhett nodded like an obedient child, but before doing what he was told, he chanced further discipline from YFN and kissed her deeply. When she didn’t mind, he took the opportunity to lavish her tits with his tongue and mouth. YFN’s skin tasted good as he licked and sucked, leaving small marks down her body.

He breathed in deeply when he reached her pussy, even though he’d had his mouth on her already, her heady scent made him moan. Rhett teased her with his fingers and pushed one, then two of his thick fingers into her wet heat.

Jesus.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight babygirl,” he murmured as he descended on her pink lower lips and swollen clit.

Rhett went to town on YFN with his fingers and mouth, and quickly had her a sobbing, quivering mess. She arched her back and moaned his name with a strangled cry as she came, drenching his face with her juices. Watching, feeling, and tasting her high had him throbbing and he couldn’t help but touch his dick to get a little relief.

Even in the aftermath of her orgasm, YFN noticed, and clucked her tongue at him and pushed his hand away with her foot. “You’re so impatient. Stand up baby.”

Rhett scrambled off the bed to stand humiliating quickly, but he didn’t have it in him to care. YFN giggled at his haste. “Pretty desperate aren’t you cowboy?”

“Pleeaase” he whined. He’d never made that noise in his life and his faced heated up in embarrassment.

YFN positioned herself seated on the edge of the mattress and gave him a heated look before ogling his hardness. “Fuck me dead, your cock is so pretty” And his dick jumped at the comment.

“I’ve got you baby. Don’t be shy, I want to hear ya, OK?”

Rhett bit his lip and nodded as she reached out, grabbed his hips, and pulled his pelvis towards her. His cock angrily stood to attention with pre cum beading on the head. He took a sharp breath as she nuzzled his thighs and balls and then licked a strip up the underside of his shaft.

Fuck. Finally.

A deep rumbling groan came from Rhett when YFN’s warm, wet lips wrapped around the head of his cock and despite having him in her mouth, he felt her smile. She moaned as she slowly bobbed her head up and down the length of his cock and his hands gently cradled her head.

“So fuckin’ good for me darlin’.” Rhett sighed as he enjoyed the leisurely rhythm she set. YFN hummed at the praise and the vibrations caused him to thrust into her mouth.

Rhett moaned loudly as she hollowed her cheeks and took his cock deeper into her throat and her fingers danced up the inside of his thighs. He’d never been this vocal during sex before, but YFN had got him so fucking worked up that he couldn’t help it.

YFN sped up ever so slightly and his hands tangled into her hair. Most times with a blowjob he’d just fuck a girl’s mouth hard until he cum. And occasionally he came across a bunny who knew what they were doing with a cock in their mouth, so he let them work him a bit before he took control.

But with YFN, he was powerless to do anything but just feel. It wasn’t a race; she was in no hurry and sucked his dick building, him slowly and steadily.

Rhett didn’t look down at her, he was afraid if he saw YFN looking up at him with her pretty eyes, he’d probably blow his load on the spot. So he closed his eyes and breathed deeply in and out through his nose as he enjoyed the gradual climb.

As she worked him, she changed position so she could take more of him. The new angle allowed her to deep throat his cock and Rhett cried out as she swallowed his length. One hand gripped his thigh and the other cupped his balls and she rolled them in her hand.

Rhett let out another long moan and his head became fuzzy and his balls began to feel heavy. “Jesus babygirl. I… fuck…” he stuttered out at the feeling.

The hand on his thigh travelled slowly upwards and her fingers started to stroke his perineum. He whimpered in response and thrust into YFN’s mouth a few times resulting in her muffled choking.

Fuck.

“S-s-sorry,” he slurred as YFN with tears in the corner of her doe eyes, pulled off his dick and a string of saliva stuck to her puffy pink lips as she did.

Jesus christ.

Rhett groaned. It had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

“You’re all good baby. I wanna try something OK. Stop me if ya need,” she said softly as she gazed up at him earnestly and he stroked her face with one of his hands, while the other remained buried in her hair.

He licked his dry lips and gave her a small nod, unable to do anything else.

YFN lowered one of her hands to her pussy and gathered her slick and brought the fingers to his mouth. “Suck and spit,” she commanded, and he grunted as he laved the digits with his tongue and spit on them.

“Spread your legs a bit.” YFN said softly, and Rhett shivered with anticipation as he guessed what she was about to do. No girl had ever touched him there and he wasn’t sure how he was going to react.

“Relax Rhett. I’m gonna make you feel so good. I promise,” she breathed as she gripped his cock with her other hand and kissed the head and kitten licked the pre cum from the slit. He groaned as her tongue flicked him, and her wet fingers travelled up his perineum and between his ass cheeks.

Rhett felt himself tighten involuntarily so he willed himself to relax. As he did YFN started beating his dick and she took him in her mouth again and matched the rhythm of her strokes. Her fingers reached his hole, and a pornographic moan came deep from his chest when she started circling it slowly.

Fuckin’ hell.

His balls ached and liquid warmth spread through his limbs as she worked him and when she slipped the tip of her finger into his arsehole, he half gasped, half groaned at the slight painful intrusion. YFN hummed as she hollowed her cheeks again and sucked him harder as she stroked him, and the vibrations distracted him from the strange feeling.

But when she started gently fucking his hole with her finger at the same pace as the blowjob, the uncomfortable feeling morphed into something intense. And once she hit some undiscovered place inside him, he moaned, and the feeling of pins and needles spread through his body. Rhett’s grip in YFN’s hair tightened and he closed his eyes threw his head back as he started fucking her mouth.

Holy shit.

Rhett’s entire body trembled as YFN edged him nearer to his high, the tingle in the base his spine signalling he was close.

And then she suddenly pulled her mouth off his dick and the finger out of his asshole, and the feelings dulled and began to slip away.

No!

His eyes flew open as he whimpered at the loss of his impending climax. “Sorry cowboy. You were getting too close, and I want you to cum inside me,” she murmured as she squeezed the base of his cock to starve off his orgasm even further.

Rhett could hardly think but when YFN got on all fours on the bed, he was greeted with the sight he’d been obsessed with since laying eyes on it. Her juicy fucking ass. He’d never been more grateful that they’d already had the awkward conversation about health tests and birth control, because he needed to be inside her now.

“Babygirl…” he managed to say shakily as he took his position behind her and rubbed the head of his engorged cock through her folds. She was so wet and warm, and he’d been so close that he felt like he might explode once he was fully inside of her.

“Fuck me baby. Please.” YFN whined as his dick passed over her clit.

Rhett didn’t need to be told twice and he slowly pushed himself into her.

Jesus Christ.

“Oh my god.”

“Fuuuck.”

They moaned in unison as Rhett stretched out her tight pussy until he bottomed out. He’d never fucked anyone without a condom before and his brain somehow remembered the stupid misunderstanding about the rubber.

Rhett snorted. “Eraser,” he choked out and YFN giggled as she adjusted the position of her body to accommodate him.

He leant over her body and kissed her spine as he took a moment. She arched into him and turned her head so he could kiss her messily. YFN was whimpering and her pussy tightened around him, and it didn’t take long for Rhett to realise she was getting herself off.

“Move,” she commanded in a gravelly voice.

Rhett started with deep slow thrusts as he ran his hands all over the smooth skin of YFN’s lower back, hips and backside. He was dizzy and the familiar feeling in his balls and lower spine crept in almost immediately. He wasn’t going to last long after what YFN did to him.

“I can’t… I won’t last…” He punched out the words through his gritted teeth.

“Don’t care. Fuck me faster. I’m so close.” YFN moaned out and he felt her clench around his cock.

Rhett instantly obeyed her request and snapped his hips into her. He grabbed a handful of each jiggling ass cheek and fucked her hard at a bruising pace. The intense, gradual climb from before was no more and he was hurtling towards his orgasm at rapid speed. He focused on his breathing as held off his climax for as long as he could so YFN could cum.

Please!

Rhett whined loudly as he tried as hard as he could to wait for her.

“Shit… Fuck I’m gonna…” YFN’s words died in her mouth and a long, loud, deep whimpering sound replaced it.

He practically sobbed in relief when he felt her pussy pulse and grip his length and it pushed him over the edge. He felt like white, hot flames licked at his balls and his vision blurred as he finally came.

Rhett groaned obscenely as he orgasmed. “Shit. Fuck,” he choked out and he rutted into YFN as ropes of cum painted her walls.

And then unexpectedly, he whispered, “I love you…” as his shaking body collapsed over her back.

Holy fucking shit.

That was the hardest he’d ever cum in his life.

And he’d blurted out the L word.

Crap.

He tried to hold his weight off YFN, but Rhett was boneless and as her body fell flat to the mattress, his followed. He used his last ounce of strength to wrap his arms around her and roll them on their side.

They laid there in silence, save their heavy breathing, YFN’s warm back flush against Rhett’s. He could feel her body trembling as his own shook with aftershocks.

Jesus Christ.

Rhett pressed a soft kiss to the back of YFN’s neck and she hummed in response. He could feel his dick softening so he decided to pull out. “I ah gotta…” he said softly as he moved his pelvis and YFN nodded and winced as he withdrew his cock.

“I’ll get somethin’ to clean up. Don’t go anywhere.” Rhett murmured as he kissed her shoulder.

YFN chuckled lightly. “Buckleys chance of that.”

He smiled and said, “No clue what that means.” He steadied himself on wobbly legs, head still fuzzy and he walked to the bathroom to grab a washcloth.

Rhett quickly cleaned himself and ran warm water over the washcloth, keen to return to YFN. When he did, he took in her flushed, sweaty, blissed out beautiful face. He gently wiped the evidence of their fucking away as best he could before throwing the washcloth on the floor.

“All clean down under,” he joked quietly as he climbed back into bed beside her and YFN snorted.

Ordinarily, the few times he had fucked in a bed, this would be the moment he’d either be kicked out or escape voluntarily through a window. As he lay staring up at the ceiling, a little bit of anxiety crept in for Rhett as he wasn’t sure what he should do next.

That and the fact that he’d just told YFN he loved her when he came.

What the hell.

Rhett had never been in love. Lust, absolutely, he’d felt that many times before with other girls. And of course, he’d wanted to screw YFN’s brains out as soon as he laid eyes on her. But their chemistry was off the charts, and he felt like they shared a strong connection.

And these new feelings had been creeping up on him all day, and his body had reacted in weird ways whenever she touched him. And then he’d done romantic shit that he had never done before. Rhett wanted nothing more than to spend every moment he could with YFN, and he’d knew he’d do anything to make her happy.

Rhett had called her darling. And he’d even said the three words, even though he hadn’t meant to.

It finally clicked.

Oh shit.

He was in love with YFN.

How the fuck did that happen?

And what the hell does he do now he’s figured it out.

In the same way as she had earlier that day, YFN sensed Rhett’s inner turmoil and calmed him. She turned to face him, propped herself up on an elbow and smirked at him. “Not bad cowboy.”

That fucking smirk.

Rhett grabbed her by the waist, and she squeaked as he pulled her naked form to him. “Not bad?” he asked as he tickled her, and she squealed.

“OK. It was pretty good.” YFN giggled and he tickled her harder. “Alright. Mercy. Mercy. It was the best bloody sex I’ve ever had!” she laughed breathlessly.

Rhett grinned as he released her, and he spread his arm out on the mattress. She laid down using his bicep and her hand as a pillow, tucked herself into his body and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “Easily the best for me. You ah… certainly know a trick or two,” he chuckled.

With her loose hand she reached over to his free one and threaded her fingers with his. They stayed this way for a moment and Rhett lifted their hands and watched as they let their fingers dance against each other’s. And his heart started rapidly beating in his chest.

It was the most intimate moment he’d ever experienced. If he needed further proof that he was gone for this woman, then there it was.

Fuck it. Here we go.

“YFN. Do you remember the reason why I picked that dress for you?” he said in a croaky deep voice.

He felt YFN smile into his skin where she rested her face against his pec. “’Cause my knickers were in the wash.”

Rhett chuckled. “No the other reason.”

“Yeah, I remember,” she said softly.

“And you noticed my family’s reaction at lunch, when I called you darlin’?” Rhett asked and YFN nodded.

“Do you know why they looked at each other like that?” he continued, and she lifted her head and peered at his face.

YFN bit her lip and shook her head.

Rhett let go of her hand and turned slightly so they were face to face. He lifted his fingers and brushed her sweaty hair from her brow.

“Because darlin’ is what my father calls my ma, it’s what Perry called Rebecca before she disappeared. And I ain’t called anyone that ‘fore,” he said with reverent feeling.

YFN sucked in a small breath, and her wide eyes started to glisten as she gazed adoringly at him. “Does that mean that you…” she trailed off in a whisper.

“Means I love you darlin’.” Rhett finally confessed.

A blinding smile slowly overtook YFN’s face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed softly.

“I love you too.” YFN uttered and Rhett beamed at her and cupped her face gently and placed a soft kiss to her lips.

After the kiss she laughed lightly. “When you said it before, I thought it was ‘cause of the amazing gobby I just gave ya.”

Rhett’s eyes knitted in confusion while he mouthed the word ‘gobby’ and he snorted when he figured it out. ”Blow job?”

YFN nodded in confirmation with her signature smirk in place. “Now you’re catching on…. Mate.”

Fucking cheeky woman.

He groaned when he heard the word and he nipped at her lower lip. “You fuckin’ brat,” he laughed, and he playfully wrestled her.

YFN squealed and managed to push him off and she got out of bed. She leant back over him for a quick kiss and then headed for the bathroom.

Rhett laid back on the pillows, arms behind his head and watched her, his eyes drifting to the feature on her body that he’d first noticed. Her round, fleshy ass.

Perfect.

“I can feel ya pervin’ on my bum again.” YFN teased and they both burst into laughter.

With her as his woman, Rhett was definitely never going to be bored again.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott smut #outer range fic #outer range #outer range imagine #x aussie reader #lewis pullman

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madnessreruns · 1 year

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okay okay… of course you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but i’d LOVE an edward nygma x male reader

Whoops!

Edward Nygma x Male! Reader

Summary: Ed’s tired give him a break man

Note: I completely forgot what his apartment looked like, so I tried to make it as vague as possible. I also tried to make it as directed to a male audience, but I didn’t know how to incorporate it well. I tried to rewrite this multiple times so that’s why it took this long.

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“Good Evening Ed!” You entered the apartment, removing your coat as you looked around for your boyfriend. “Ed?”

He usually met you at the door, welcoming you and announcing excitedly what you two were going to eat tonight, but instead he was no where to be seen.

You entered farther into the apartment, the wet bottoms of your shoes from the rain squeaking uncomfortably loudly. You peaked into the kitchen, the absence of Ed made you uncomfortable. You home without the most important thing in it.

You stepped into the room, noticing the window wide open, the wind blowing in. You walked over, shutting it, grabbing a towel to wipe up the rain that had spilled on the window sill. Gently picking up a plant that had been pushed off the window sill and was knocked into the sink. Ed would have picked it up if he noticed so, why wasn’t he around?

You exited the kitchen, checking out all the windows to make sure the rest of them were closed nice and tight. The rainstorm outside had winds strong enough to blow them open if you weren’t careful enough.

Nothing else was broken or had fallen over like the plant in the sink, so instead of worrying about that, you worried about the apparent disappearance of your boyfriend.

“Ed? Ed! Are you here?” You called out, going silent waiting for a response. You didn’t hear anything, just you, the wind, the rain and the silence.

An uncomfortable eerie weight hung in the air, a mixed feeling of unease and wort rested in the bottom of your stomach. A shiver ran down your spine, the apartment was painfully cold without your coat the the remaining cold from the open window.

When you finally entered the bedroom you found him, finally. He was laying in the bed, snoring away. You let out a chuckle, removing your shoes as you walked towards him.

You leaned down gently moving a lock of hair out of his face. He was so peaceful when he sleeps, soft snores and almost silent murmurs. Yes, he talks in his sleep. Whether it be riddles, random words, or the weirdest fucking things you’ll ever hear.

“No, I don’t have termites in my ear…”

“Ed seriously what the fuck??”

You gently shook him, trying to wake him, it was like 6 in the afternoon, he must’ve gotten off early and decided to take a long nap. He softly stirred, turning over, shooing you away.

“Ed, baby it’s 6:24, wake up,” he groaned, stuffing his head under his pillow. You scoffed, gently grabbing onto the bedsheets- before ripping them off into the floor. He immediately protested, turning over to throw his pillow at you.

You burst out giggling as he horribly missed, almost knocking down a picture. He glanced up, hairball messed up and looking like an absolute mess as he was only in a wife-beater and a pair of weird boxers. Hearts? Really Ed.

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“So? Did your alarm not run off or was the 5 hour nap a choice?” You hummed, rubbing Ed’s back as he practically fell into you.

“Choice…” his miffed voice was barely decipherable as he stuffed his face into your chest.

“Hm, bad day?” You looked down at him, letting out a quiet chuckle.

Ed didn’t respond, he just let out a frustrated groan. You knew it.

These assholes at the precinct kept teasing him for being different. Bunch of stupid lads, like their any better. He just a wants to be himself and a bunch of overgrown middle school bullies turned into alcoholics and criminals disguised as people who want to uphold the law.

“Want be to beat the shit out of them?” You joked, he smiles into your chest, looking up at you, standing all the way back up.

“If your up to it,” he chuckled.

“Then consider them- fucking destroyed,” you pretend to throw punches, making stupid little grunts. He laughed, walking over to the fridge, opening it up and getting a box of some fruit.

“Their just mad I have a better boyfriend then they do,” he smiled, booping your nose.

“Oh damn I didn’t know they were into men,” you thought out loud.

“Oh their not,” Ed said, getting a bowl from the cupboard, “But with how they act no women would want to date them,” he continued on, “The only chance they have is if they start dating each other.

You barked a laugh, knowing one day they’d get a taste of their own medicine.

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#edward nygma #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma x you #gotham #gotham x reader #gotham fox #gotham tv #gotham 2014 #gotham tv show #x reader #cas.txt #mutuals <3

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maladaptive-day-dreams · 1 year

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Hiiii, you’re writing is AMAZING!! Thank you for blessing us with it🙏🏼

I have a smutty Ronance idea for youuuu, let me paint you a little picture

So, after all the Vecna stuff Nancy and Robin would stay at each other’s houses almost every night for months. It started off because they both needed someone and they were both having bad nightmares about everything. The first couple weeks they just kept each other company, sharing a bed but not touching. That blossomed into one night Nancy nervously asking Robin if they could cuddle and Robin of course agrees. After that it becomes part of their nightly routine when they spend the night together. Nancy’s the first to notice that she gets this weird feeling around Robin and she attempts to push it away, but she can’t stop thinking about her. It started off with just thinking about what they might do later and just missing her presence. BUT, then it turns into her thinking about Robin’s smile, her eyes, her hands, how she just wants to be with her 24/7, etc. Nancy has her “Oh shit” moment and realizes that she indeed has a crush on Robin. She doesn’t say anything about it though, she doesn’t want to ruin what they have going right now. Then, BOOM Nancy’s taking a nap one day after school and she has a sex dream about Robin. When she wakes up, she is soaked, so unbelievably wet. A few minutes later, there’s a knock at the door and surprise, it’s Robin. Nancy was so tired from finals and still dazed from her dream that she totally forgot the two of them had plans to study for a final they had in a couple days. When she opens the door she’s stuttering because all she can think about is her dream. While they’re studying Robin notices her inattentiveness to the material in front of them and her lack of being able to focus. After an hour, Nancy gets frustrated and blurts out,

“Can we can talk? I need to tell you something”

Nancy tries to tell Robin that she likes her, but Robin isn’t getting it. So, the only way Nancy can think of getting her point across is by kissing her. They kiss and Nancy accidentally says,

“So much better than the dream”

and Robin looks at her so confused, but intrigued. Nancy tries to drop it, but Robin won’t let that happen. Robin ends up getting Nancy to tell her, which leads to Nancy’s dream becoming a reality.

(I’m so sorry if this is too much detail, my brain has just been rotting away thinking about this)

Lowkey begging on my hands and knees for you to write this

omg omg omg YOU'RE SO NICE ILY

ok you def have this pretty well thought out iiiiiii am gonna kinda pick up in the middle a lil since you did really good at laying it all out for me, I hope this lives up to what you expected!! (also sorry I got to this so late, life got busy againnnn)

Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler, 1.8k words CW: fluff, smut (18+), fingering, no ending bc ending things is hard rn lol

Nancy and Robin got close after Vecna. Neither of them expected it—Nancy usually went to Jonathan and Robin to Steve—but then Jonathan pulled away to take more care of Will and Steve pulled away to comfort Dustin since Eddie was gone.

So it just made sense that Nancy and Robin would move to cling to each other with the others drifted away.

It was only sleepovers for a while. Robin never needed anyone around until after Vecna and once Nancy broke up with Jonathan, she missed having someone familiar nearby. It was always just the warmth of another’s body that they wanted, that they needed.

But then something changed. Nancy started to want the faint smells of lavender and spearmint that surrounded her Robin’s room. In Robin’s bed. She wanted to be closer to that, wanted it to envelop her, wanted it even when it was a week that they stayed in her own room, so she asked for something more.

“Hey Rob?” she started.

Robin finished pulling a shirt over her head and turned towards Nancy who was already in her bed—it was a Nancy’s place week.

“Yeah?” Robin asks pulling back the covers and sliding in beside her.

“Could we-uh, could we cuddle this time?”

“Oh, uh-“

“Sorry, it’s weird I know we don’t have to.”

“No-no it’s ok, we can cuddle, I was honestly gonna ask you that like a week ago,” she laughs shyly.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to push you though—with Jonathan and everything—I know that was rough for you.”

“Oh, yeah, that,” Nancy trailed off.

“Sorry, sore subject still?”

“No,” Nancy smiled. “Not really anymore.”

Robin nods, “so who’s the big spoon and who’s the little one?”

“I mean, you’re taller so obviously you’re the bigger one,” Nancy laughs.

“Alright alright fine. C’mere.”

Nancy snuggles into Robin’s awaiting arms and ends up having the best night of sleep she’s had in a while. It felt nice, it felt right.

And it became their new normal. Every night, they’d cuddle. They’d get closer and hands would travel innocently along bodies and mornings would bring feelings to the pit of Nancy’s stomach and the apex of her thighs.

But Nancy pushes those feelings away and tells herself it’s only because Robin is so close to her all the time. The sleepovers, the cuddling, they’re messing with her head, it can’t be anything more than that. Right?

No, wrong. Because it’s not even about the sleepovers and the cuddling and the feelings and sensations they elicit anymore. Now it’s Nancy thinking about daily plans and wishing they included Robin in some capacity. It’s Nancy randomly thinking about Robin’s smile. It’s Nancy hearing Robin’s laugh in a group of people at the mall and turning towards them to hopefully see her. It’s Nancy staring at the blue tiles at the bottom of the community pool and trying to pinpoint the exact shade that matches Robin’s eyes. It’s Nancy thinking about Robin’s hands and how soft and warm they were on her waist last night, how they might feel between her–

She realizes that this is what she thought about with Steve and Jonathan. She realizes she has a crush on Robin.

And she can’t say anything or do anything about it because she doesn’t want to lose her.

But the thoughts get worse and more persistent. Robin is on Nancy’s mind 24/7. In her college classes, at work, at the store, at home, in bed.

That’s where Nancy was now, in bed napping around after a particularly rough day of classes at Hawkins Community College where she takes summer classes.

Well, she was napping, but now she’s awake and breathing heavily remembering the faint remnants of the dream she jolted from. The ghost of Robin’s touch lingered on her body, on her breasts, between her legs. She followed the trail that dream Robin’s hand had walked and rubbed her fingers over her clothed pussy to find herself absolutely dripping wet.

But instead of taking what images were given to her by her subconscious and finishing what was started in her dream by herself, Nancy tore off her soiled panties and rinsed off the sheen of sweat from her dream and the faint feeling of phantom hands on her body.

As soon as Nancy finished putting on a clean pair of panties and sofee shorts and an oversized tee, the doorbell rang. And who else would be there except for Robin.

“I know I’m a little early but band practice got out early and I snagged food for us and a movie if you’re up for a movie night after we study?” Robin says holding up a bag of takeout in one hand and the movie in her other.

“Shit, right,” Nancy says, pushing her hand into her forehead as if she has a headache. “I forgot.”

“I mean, that’s okay! If you have a headache we can reschedule,” she smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“No,” Nancy laughs and steps to the side to let the other girl inside. “We gotta study now or I’ll wait until the last minute and that will not go well.”

Having the girl that was just so vividly in her dream with her hands all over her body had Nancy’s head spinning. But she did her best to push aside the memories and lingering feelings and focus on studying.

Robin was sitting on the floor, her back to Nancy’s bed, while Nancy was laying stomach down on the bed above her, their heads close enough to read from the same book if they needed to. Constant movement and huffs from the girl above her let Robin know that Nancy was barely paying attention anymore, warranted since they’ve been at this for at least an hour now. She’s about to offer to microwave their takeout and start the movie in the living room but Nancy beats her to it.

“Can we can talk? I need to tell you something.”

Taken aback Robin just looks up, her eyes meeting Nancy’s quickly with how close they were. Robin clears her throat and moves to get up. “Yeah, of course.”

Nancy sits up on her bed and Robin gets comfortable seated in front of her. After a few minutes of silence Robin probes, “What’s up Nance?”

She’s trying to figure out how to tell her. To tell her that she’s all she can think about lately, that she wants her near all the time, that she wants her, but nothing comes out.

“I really like hanging out with you.”

“Oh, uh, I like hanging out with you too, Nance.”

“No, ugh, fuck I can’t,” Nancy is struggling to think of how to get Robin to understand so instead of speaking she puts one hand on Robin’s cheek and the other on her knee.

“Nance?”

“Can I?” Robin doesn’t say anything but Nancy can see it in her eyes, so she moves. She leans forward and Robin meets her in the middle. A brief, sweet kiss.

Eyes still closed, the two pull apart slightly before Robin’s hands find Nancy’s cheeks and pulls her back in for a heady kiss. One that’s all teeth and tongue and hot and wet. They keep kissing as Robin moves up to her knees leans towards Nancy enough to get her to lean back onto her pillows.

Robin tears her lips from Nancy’s with a nip to her bottom lip before trailing kisses down her jaw and neck.

Nancy’s hands run through Robin’s hair as she says breathily, “so much better than the dream.”

That has Robin pausing her kisses and looking at her so confused, but intrigued. “Dream?”

“Oh, uh, nothing, it’s nothing, forget it,” she stumbles, her hands pushing hair behind Robin’s ears and trying to distract her by pulling her back in for a kiss.

“Nancy, what dream?” Robin laughs at the other girl’s attempt at a diversion.

“Pleaseee forget I said anything,” Nancy begs with a pout. Robin’s gaze is as firm as her grip on Nancy’s waist, she’s not going to let this go. “You’re not going to let this go are you?”

“Nope,” Robin smiles. “Not until you tell me about this little dream of yours.”

Robin’s hands are warm on Nancy’s skin and distracting where they sit just above the waistband of her shorts. Her gaze is lowered from the other girl’s as she starts talking.

“I might’ve woken up from a…vivid dream just before you got here today.”

“Just before?”

“Mhm.”

“Vivid?”

“Yeah,” Nancy breathes lightly as Robin’s thumbs start to trace circles into her hips.

“What happened in this dream?” she eggs on.

“Um-we were kissing a lot, in bed, like this.”

Robin moves one hand to tilt Nancy’s head back and latches her lips onto the newly exposed skin of her neck.

“And-uh-you were touching me-“

“Touching you where?” Robin asks, hands traveling beneath the big t-shirt that hides Nancy from her. Fingers brush over taught nipples and Nancy gasps at the contact. “Here?” she asks, pinching and rolling a hard bud between her fingers.

“Yes,” Nancy moans. “I-I mean no, no, not there.”

“No? Then where?”

Nancy’s hips buck with each tweak of her nipples by Robins deft fingers.

“Fuck, ah-lower.”

Robin runs her hand down Nancy’s stomach but not far enough.

“Rob please.”

“Where?”

“Lower.”

Robin moves her hand lower, but now too low, as she ran her fingertips across Nancy’s thighs. “This low?” she asks.

Nancy squirms below the other girl, impatient and dripping, waiting for her to touch where she needed her most.

Sighing in frustration Nancy grasps Robin’s hand that was traveling her body and places it on her clothed cunt. “Here,” she groans. “You were touching me here.”

Robin chuckles and drags her hand across Nancy’s clothed cunt and revels in the shiver it sends through her body.

“Want me to touch you like I did in your dream?”

“Please.”

And she does. Nancy lifts her hips and lets Robin discard her shorts and panties to the floor. Trailing fingers meet the wetness at her center and Robin kisses Nancy and swallows the moans that escape her lips when her fingers begin to circle her clit. The kisses are hot and wet and burning with lust and feel as though they go on forever.

And then Nancy is pulling away and her back is arching off the bed when Robin pushes two fingers into her aching cunt. Pants of ah, oh, fuck, Robin, drop from Nancy’s lips as Robin continues to piston her fingers into her, reveling at the sweet noises that leave her pink lips and the dirty wet sounds of Nancy’s arousal on her fingers.

The coil in Nancy’s stomach tightens and tightens and soon she’s caving in on herself in pleasure as she cums around Robin’s fingers with Robin’s soft praise being whispered into her ear.

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megalony · 2 years

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Reliving the dream

This is a Rafael Barba imagine that I am hoping to make into a small series, I hope you will all like it, feedback is always lovely.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @rogmeddows @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez-blog @jonesyaddiction @ambi-and-sunflowers @milanosaurus @httpfandxms @saint-hardy @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls @mrsalwayswritex @rogerina-owns-me @hellsdragon @im-an-adult-ish @crazylittlethingg @allauraleigh @onceuponadetectivedemigod @ceres27 @thereisa8ella @qardasngan

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Part 2

Summary: (Y/n) and Rafael had to recover from losing their baby 2 years ago, but their lives start to change again when (Y/n) finds out she’s pregnant again.

Warning: Brief mention of misscarriage.

Enjoy.

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"Clocking out?"

(Y/n)'s head turned to the right, the distant look in her eyes washing away as she focused on Carisi approaching her with a smile. She hated to admit it but throughout the day, a lot of what Carisi had talked about hadn't reached (Y/n)'s ears. Her mind had been running away without her for a while and she knew he was starting to notice.

"What?"

"Are you ready to go home?"

A tired but still bright smile formed on Carisi's lips as he moved to perch himself on the corner of (Y/n)'s desk, his jacket slung in the crook of his elbow and his bag now resting by his feet on the floor.

Carisi was a talker, he was big on chatting and having the air full of noise rather than silence. Usually he could have a chat with (Y/n) since she was a talker too and now that they were partners, it seemed like a perfect fit. They could talk about anything and everything but not be distracted from their work. But he knew there was something playing on (Y/n)'s mind today.

"Yeah, it's been a long few days."

(Y/n) did want to go home, she wanted to see her ADA who hopefully would be home by now too since he didn't have to prep a witness until tomorrow afternoon. But the thoughts playing on her mind were easier to have when she was at work than when she was at home where the thoughts seemed to get louder.

"Ain't that the truth... you okay, something worrying you?" Carisi tried to look at (Y/n) but she wouldn't meet his gaze, her eyes focused on her desk before she opened her bottom drawer which was essentially a nicnac drawer.

"Just family stuff, I'm okay. So what's on your agenda for tonight?" It was only fair that (Y/n) kept up the small conversation considering her mind had been elsewhere all day. She didn't want to be rude to Carisi when they got along and there wasn't anything he had said or done to upset her or make her practically mute like this. It wasn't his fault that her mind was drifting somewhere else completely and he was always there to listen, (Y/n) had to do the same.

Carisi's words about possibly hitting a bar before heading home for a quiet night seemed to drown out once again in (Y/n)'s ears when her eyes set on something in her drawer.

She couldn't help herself, her fingers felt like magnets as they latched gently around the small square of paper she forgot was tucked away there.

(Y/n) could feel the anger and pain swelling up in her chest and filling up her lungs. Her eyes started to burn, desperate to shed at least one tear to rid herself of some emotion but she couldn't. Not here, not now. But her eyes wouldn't look away from the paper that was making her want to curl up in a corner and disappear. The black and white picture of pain and lost potential was all (Y/n) could see.

"Oh wow, I didn't realise you had a kid- oh, or should I be saying congratulations? That's a neat photo."

(Y/n)'s eyes finally managed to look up at Carisi as he babbled away, his lips curving into another signature smile that made his eyes crease at the corners and small lines appear on his cheeks. He knew he could babble and talk nonsense until the sun went down and that wasn't a fault in him, but right now it was something (Y/n) found painful.

Couldn't he of just gone home without talking to her?

"No... uh, no congratulations required." Throwing the picture back down into the drawer, (Y/n) slammed it shut before she stood up far too quickly. Her glossing eyes looking at Carisi as she tried to compose herself. "That was just, a bad dream."

She couldn't bring herself to say goodbye or goodnight, she just wanted to go home.

"I didn't... I didn't mean-"

Carisi cut himself off, smoothing his hand over his mouth and jaw, his other hand clamping down on his hip as he turned his head to look across at Amanda and Fin. His eyes narrowed when he noticed the way they were looking at one another, sadness and apprehension in their eyes while they stopped in their preparations to go home. It was clear they had heard the conversation as well as noticed the change in (Y/n)'s attitude before she left in a hurry.

"I wasn't trying to be rude." His voice was quiet and his eyes locked with Amanda when she took a few steps towards him, shrugging her jacket on whilst biting her lip. Her nose crinkled up and her eyes squinted in a look that told Carisi he had stepped into no mans land.

"(Y/n) had a miscarriage two years ago, Barba dropped three open cases to look after her." Scratching her head, Amanda gave Carisi a small smile. "Goodnight, Carisi."

It was something that still plagued all of SVU despite everything having to ignore it and keep the memories in the past. The subject of children was something that was fine to talk about as long as none of it was directed towards (Y/n). She would chip in conversations but didn't want to have full blown conversations. Instead of stepping on eggshells around (Y/n), she preferred everyone just pretend it never happened.

Amanda still remembered it vividly.

(Y/n) crippled in pain, Barba arguing with the judge to the point he could of gotten disbarred. Following the ambulance to the hospital, then the weeks afterwards where the couple weren't seen barely at all. Three SVU cases were abandoned by Barba and a replacement ADA had to be brought in to take over. Setting the cases back because the new ADA had to go over evidence, talk to witnesses and be walked through the entire cases.

None of them had ever seen that side of Barba before.

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"Carino, I'm home." Rafael placed his briefcase down next to his shoes, shrugging off his blazer before he padded into the apartment. His eyes scanned around to try and find his beloved and his hands loosened the tie around his neck so he could feel less restricted and formal now he was home.

As he padded over the fluffy grey rug beneath his feet, Rafael looked around the living room. The tv wasn't on which showed him that (Y/n) had a late night at work, she never watched tv in the living room late at night after work.

Figuring his wife was in their bedroom, Rafael tiredly made his way down the hallway past the kitchen but his brows furrowed when he saw that the door to his office was open. (Y/n) didn't usually go in there unless he was home and working, there was no reason for her to go in his office when she didn't do her work in there.

He peeked his head round the door, wondering what (Y/n) was doing but his eyes widened and a shiver ran down his spine when he took two steps into his office.

It wasn't a large space, just big enough for Rafael to have his desk up against the wall on the left, a bookcase next to it, a few shelves with his papers and folders on the wall to the right, and a large window at the end of the room. Tears welled up in the corner of Rafael's eyes and when he tried to swallow, his throat was too dry and started to rub causing a small cough to leave his lips.

The candles was lit.

On the windowsill at the end of the office, there were two long white candles stood in either corner. On the left side next to the candle there was a small cream coloured frame containing the last scan photo Rafael had of his baby girl before they lost her.

But on the right there was a medium sized silver picture frame containing a photo of their girl swaddled in Rafael's arms. It was one of the only photos Rafael could bare to look at because the original photo showed him sat holding her, his face blotched red and soaked with tears. But this photo was zoomed in, focusing on the babe in his arms that was born sleeping. Seeing the other photo of (Y/n) cradling her was just too unbearable for Rafael.

At the bottom of the frame it was engraved Seguro en mi corazón meaning safe in my heart.

The small memory corner was something for Rafael to take comfort in and something he could look at when his emotions were getting the better of him.

But (Y/n) had lit the candles. That was a tell-tale sign that the memories were getting to her and she wasn't coping. If ever Rafael found the candles lit and he hadn't done it, he always found (Y/n) on the verge of breaking point.

"(Y/n)? Carino, are you okay?" The croaky words left Rafael's lips before he spun on his heels and left the office, leaving the candles burning because his heart wouldn't let him blow them out yet.

With a deep breath, Rafael rubbed at his eyes and scratched his jaw as he hurried down to their shared bedroom, scanning all around the room but he couldn't see his wife there. Knowing she wouldn't be in the spare room at the back of the apartment, Rafael lightly stepped towards the bathroom and leaned his side against the door. His temple rested against the wood, hearing the soft, quiet sound of piano music playing and the lapping sound of the water in the bath.

"Carino, can I come in please?" His knuckles rasped on the door very gently before he headed in when he didn't get an answer.

(Y/n)'s eyes slowly opened when she felt those familiar, soft fingers slowly and methodically running through her hair that was resting on the edge of the bath so it didn't get wet. The top of her neck and base of her head was beginning to ache from how long she had been leaning back in the bath but she didn't care, she held no will to get out.

She could feel her chest bubbling with love and air when she looked at her ADA. He was kneeling beside the tub, his arm folded on the side of the tub and his chin resting on his arm. There was a softness to his eyes that looked like caramel about to melt and his hair was pushed back making (Y/n) want to card her fingers through it and ruffle the hairs.

"How are you doing, Mi Amor? I saw the candles are lit tonight."

Rafael's hand started to tingle when (Y/n) leaned her cheek against his palm so he would brush his thumb up and down her skin.

"Carisi saw the scan photo, I forgot it was still in my desk drawer. I've been thinking about her a lot..." (Y/n) didn't know what else to say, she knew what she should say but it was hard to find the words or the effort for the conversation that would surely follow.

Rafael wasn't sure what he was supposed to say in response to that. He could say that he had been thinking of her too, but that wasn't much comfort or help or release. He could say that it was normal and it wasn't a bad thing, but they had both heard that too many times so it wasn't effective anymore.

He wanted to go on a tangent about Carisi, something about him always seemed to rub Rafael up the wrong way. How quick he jumped from one idea to the next, his constant off the topic rants, how he attached himself straight away to (Y/n). And now this proved to Rafael that Carisi didn't have a filter or a thought process before he spoke when he wasn't speaking to victims. He knew just by (Y/n)'s voice that Carisi had asked about the scan photo.

A comfortable silence wrapped around them both and when (Y/n) slowly moved to get up, knowing the water was cooler than lukewarm now, she felt Rafael's arms smoothing around her dripping frame to help her out. He didn't care he was still in his dress shirt and trousers and when he had a towel around (Y/n), he engulfed her to his chest.

"Come on, mi amor."

When in their bedroom, Rafael leaned his head to the side and let his eyes watch his wife curiously but with adoration pooling in his orbs. He found it strange when she put her underwear on when getting changed for bed but then she suddenly stopped. Realisation soon hit him when he watched her fingers delicately smooth over the small, varying stretch marks around her lower stomach and the few on her hips.

(Y/n) hadn't thought about stretch marks staying present on her skin, she thought after the pregnancy abruptly ended and when her figure went back to much how it was before, the stretch marks would disappear too. But they stayed, trying to be a small reminder to show (Y/n) that it wasn't all just a dream.

A small sigh escaped her lips but her breath then caught in her throat when Rafael took her hand and lead her over to the bed. He sat down on the end of the bed and rested his hands on her hips, tugging her closer until she sat down on his lap. Her arms hooked around the back of his neck with her fingers playing with the short strands of hair at the back of his head and neck.

"These feelings come and go, Carino, they may feel strong but they won't last forever."

"What if they get worse?"

(Y/n) closed her eyes when she pressed their foreheads together, wishing she could transfer her thoughts and feelings over to him so she didn't actually have to say anything. He knew her inside out, back to front and there were hundreds of times where he knew what she was thinking or feeling without her needing to say a word. Sometimes she wished it could always be like that between them so it wasn't so hard like this.

"Then we deal with it together-"

"Rafi, I... I'm pregnant."

There was no chance for Rafael to look at (Y/n) and see her emotions or expression. As soon as the words hit his ears and he had a second to process them, (Y/n)'s face was buried in the crook of his neck and her arms were tightening around him until he was sure his throat would pop.

His arms moved from cradling her hips to ensnared around her waist as her legs hooked around his hips.

He could remember the first time he'd heard those words. He remembered it like it was yesterday, being woken up by (Y/n) clinging to his back in bed, her chin perched on his shoulder as she told him that very soon there would be someone else here to call him Papi. Rafael needed her to say the words to know she wasn't joking but when she did it was the best day of his life.

Marriage and family wasn't something Rafael thought he would get in this life. His primary focus had been his family and his career, love and marriage hadn't come into the scene and he had been perfectly fine with that right up until (Y/n) walked into his life. He knew then that she was the one for him.

Rafael had been on the edge of forty when they met and (Y/n) was younger than him but she made his life complete. He had all he wanted in life, he could support his family, he had the job he strived for and had proved himself worth something. He had a wife and then he was about to have a baby.

When they lost her, the subject or even the thought of kids had been on hold. Now they didn't have a choice but to talk about it.

"Mi amor, what happened was a one in a million chance. It will be different this time-"

"What if it's not? I'm not- I can't lose another baby Rafi I can't-"

"Shh, you think like that and you'll make yourself sick. We will get you checked out, Liv can put you on desk duty again and we take it one day at a time."

Rafael's hands moved to cradle (Y/n)'s face in his hands so he could gently move her so their foreheads were touching again. If she thought the worst she would expect it and make herself sick thinking like that. Rafael knew that (Y/n) was entitled to more checkups during this pregnancy since she had a miscarriage before. They would do all they could to make sure this time, they got their baby.

"Rafi, we wanted her so bad but we lost her." When they found out they were having a girl everything had seemed more real, set in stone and the anticipation soon set in. Losing her broke the world they were in and sent them down to a Hell made of depression. They hadn't done anything to deserve that pain.

"No. No la perdimos, está a salvo en nuestros corazones, mi amor." Rafael's words were stern and they made (Y/n)'s stomach flutter and her fears melted against his burning passion and love.

We didn't lose her, she's safe in our hearts.

#rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba one shot #rafael barba x you #rafael barba imagine #sonny carisi #imagine #Olivia Benson #law and order #law and order svu

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so-mordorit-is · 2 years

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The guy on the wooden bench

Pairing - Eddie Munson x F!reader Harrington, F!reader Harrington x Robin Buckley x gang

Summary - You're Steve's cousin and on your first night in Hawkins, you were dragged to a party. What could happen?

Warnings - Just fluffy, shit parents, divorce, maybe a lesbian kiss? i think is it, let me know if i forgot something.

Hey guys, I had this idea and I needed to get it out of my head, so there you have it. My first language is not English, so sorry for any mistakes.

If you like it let me know, I already have so many ideas to make a series. <3

Hawkins, summer 1987.

It was the last day of summer and it meant only one thing, Steve "the hair" Harrington's big pool party.

Nancy and Robin took care of all the supplies for the party while Steve was at the airport waiting for me.

I haven't seen Steve in years, since my parents moved to New York for a stupid job that caused my parents to divorce now. To escape the storm of feelings between all my parent’s drama, I went to Hawkins to finish high school at Hawkins High.

When I arrived, I saw Steve waiting for me, I ran towards him and jumped on top of him, hugging him longer than I expected.

"Hi cousin! Look at you, huh? I haven't seen you in years! You look the same!", Steve said to me as he hugged me.

"It's been ages since we've seen each other! By the way I like your hair.”

I said picking up a small strand that was unkempt and putting it back in place.

"So I know you must be tired today but, we're having a pool party at my house; I hope it's no problem."

Steve knew I was not much for parties and to be fair, I just flew here for hours, but I put on my best smile and forced myself to get excited.

"Great! I could catch up with your friends, yeah?" I sighed when I finished speaking, placing my backpack on my back and following Steve to the parking lot.

We got in the car and went straight to Steve's house.

The girls who were organizing the party came up to me as if they had known me for years, which made me feel very welcome. Robin, gave me a quick hug as she continued carrying the ice packs to the correct place while Steve was following her.

Nancy helped me with my bags and getting me into my new room, for at least a year, that would be my home now.

"I hope you like it, I tried to make the room as cozy as possible, Steve asked Me." she said with a shy smile.

I looked around the room and saw some pictures, a lamp, and some lights hanging from the headboard. It was even cozier than my room, in my real house.

"Oh! Nancy, did you do all this?" I replied with shining eyes and giving a few happy jumps, I wrapped my arms around the girl and hugged her tight "Thank you so much, I loved Nance!".

Nance straightens her sweater and smile as I release her from the hug.

"I'll let you unpack your things. Robin is going to my place to get ready before the party; do you want to come with us?"

I nodded and started to open my bags looking for clothes for the party.

"Is there a look we need to wear or is it just normal clothes? what's normal around here?" I asked with the sound of desperate laughter muffled by my hands.

"Swimwear, bikinis and bathing suits, shorts or a skirt... You won't have a problem fitting in, look at you! Pop material." Nancy smiled tenderly and closed the bedroom door leaving me alone with my bags.

Nancy’s House

I was already on my third drink as the girls dressed up, dancing in front of the mirror.

It was nice to participate in that sort of thing with the girls; I didn't have many friends back in new York.

I curled the ends of my hair and sighed in front of the mirror, catching Robin's attention.

"Don't worry baby Henderson, you're totally babe! I want to see Steve's face when the basketball team sees you" she started laughing and fixed my bangs, brushing a few strands of hair out of my face "See, much better”

I couldn't help but blush and give Robin a slight smile as I lay on my back on Nancy's bed, waiting for my new friends to get ready.

Nancy came out of the bathroom with her red glass already refilled and her cheeks pink from alcohol.

"Jonathan is coming to get us, shall we?" she said

The three took one last look in the mirror, looking at every detail of hair and makeup, I was the last to leave the room, turning off the light and closing the door. We run down the stairs, Nancy tells her mother that we're going to sleep at Robin's house and soon the girl's boyfriend honks.

The party path was filled with Robin talking about the potential crush that was going to show up, Vickie. The blonde's eyes even sparkled with every word she said about the girl and the meeting and how she had waited MONTHS for this. She looked at me with a gigantic smile and I couldn't help but contaminate myself with my friend's energy.

Maybe having a party on the first day isn't such a bad idea, is it?

Steve’s party

Steve's house... My house too, was full of drunk teenagers, up the stairs, in the hallways, around the pool.

People were dancing on the deck with their glasses in hand, spilling booze all over the place, what a waste of alcohol, I thought to myself.

Nancy joined Steve on the deck to dance, before Jonathan followed her I nudged his shoulder and when his gaze met mine I asked

"I smell this distinct herb smell in your car, where I can get some…you know right?"

The kid took a well-rounded joint out of his button-up shirt pocket and offered it to me. I got it, still a little confused

"I brought one more" he smiled "I'll introduce you to our friend later, he gets the... supplies for us"

He finished the sentence already walking towards Nance and rocking the girl in the rhythm of the music.

Nancy, Steve and Jonathan were dancing, Robin went looking for her girl, and I walked alone to the kitchen. I needed a drink and a strong one.

In the kitchen there were several bottles, I picked them up one by one, looking for the strongest drink. I filled a glass of vodka and gave it a shot, leaving the liquid half full. Face still wrinkled from the taste of the drink, I filled the rest of the glass with soda. I was looking for a straw while humming the song that was absurdly loud as my hands collided with an athlete's.

He wore the Hawkins basketball team jacket, was blond, blue eyes and had a very nice smile, by the way. He looked at me with a curious smile and raised his index finger close to my face.

"You are… who are you?" I could tell from the choked voice that he was drunk

"My name is Y/N Harington, I'm Steve's cousin" I smiled as I stirred my drink with the straw the blonde-haired person had given me.

"Jason…Carver, I didn't know Harrington had a cousin…even one prettier like you," he said as he twirled one of my curls around his finger.

Soon a small, strawberry blonde girl walked into the kitchen with a look of relief.

"There you are love; I was looking for you all over the house Jason! You've had too much already"

she said pulling Jock's arm when she realized I was there having a drink.

"Oh! Hi, I didn't see you there, sorry!" She smiled "I'm Chrissy the drunk's girlfriend" she laughed aloud

"She's Steve's cousin babe, can you believe it?" Jason said hugging Chrissy from behind

"Nice! I wanted to talk more, but I think I need to take him home," The little girl said smiling and waving, pulling her boyfriend out of the house.

I would probably see them again on Monday at school.

I finished making my drink, the famous Harrington lemon bomb, tasted a little and adjusted the amount of vodka. Even though the drink was strong, I needed something more that night.

There were many people, yes! Everyone was nice and welcoming to me but still, I felt out of place. I grabbed my glass and headed to the backyard.

It was dark and I could only hear some music in the distance.

"Perfect place!"

I sat on a wooden bench and lit the joint Jonathan had given me.

The sensation of the hot smoke inside my mouth made me relax a little right away, the feeling of it going down my throat and filling my lungs was already familiar, it made me feel at home a little, before everything happened with mom and dad.

With each sip I felt my shoulders relax more, I could feel the strong taste of the weed on my lips and when I went to take a sip of my drink, I dropped my straw on the floor. Which made me laugh to myself. I put out the joint on the bottom of my shoes, and started looking for the pack of cigarettes that was in my bag. I spent a few moments looking at my bag when I feel someone sitting next to me.

A pack of cigarettes thrown on the bench, the joint behind my ear, I held the glass with my teeth as I closed my bag until I raised my gaze to the figure sitting next to me.

The boy was already looking at me and with the best laugh I've ever heard, he held the glass that was in my mouth and took a sip.

"Jesus H Christ," he said as he wrinkled his face from the strong taste of the vodka. "For such a pretty girl you drink like a truck driver" he smiled as he took another sip.

"It's my first night in Hawkins, the drink has the perfect amount of alcohol for the occasion," I said with an embarrassed smile.

"Welcome to hell then sweetheart" he said as he held the lighter lit, signaling for me to light my cigarette, and so I did.

Conversation with the mysterious stranger was easy; he made me feel more comfortable than anyone else. We spent most of the early part of the party talking, over music and movies. It might have been the joint, but he made me laugh until my stomach hurt.

I noticed my empty glass and sighed, giving the boy a wide smile as I got up.

"Need to refuel, like staying at the party without the Harrington lemon bomb, huh?"

The boy followed me with his eyes and before I walked away completely he held my hand

"Don't be a stranger, okay?

I smiled back at him and nodded, as I slid my fingers through the boy's fingers slowly, until I disappeared into the sea of people.

It was late in the night when the last people left, leaving only Steve's closest group of friends.

Many lemon bombs later, I was feeling a little more than tipsy; now and then, my mind was in the guy from the wooden bench.

I was sitting in a circle with Nancy, Robin, Vickie and Jonathan ready to start playing truth or dare. Steve was in the kitchen getting the last full bottles so we could drink. I hear him talking to someone in the kitchen, but it wouldn't be possible, would it? everyone had already left.

Steve returns with the bench guy from the kitchen, each with about four bottles of alcohol in hand and laughing as they talk. He sat next to me on the wheel

"Hi stranger" he smiled and I smiled back shyly "Hi"

"Okay, okay! let's start this game, the rules are...there are no rules" Steve said handing out the bottles and turning the music down a bit.

I was already drunker than I expected to be, talking and laughing out loud and the group of friends didn't seem to mind, which made me a little more confident.

Steve's first challenge was to Nancy

"I dare you to smoke Jonathan's joint"

"I don't do drugs Steve," Nancy replied wrinkling her nose, filling two shot glasses with vodka.

She handed one to Jonathan and they both drank laughing.

"That's what we're dating for," she said as she sealed her lips with her boyfriend.

Now it was Nancy's turn, who asked Robin

"I dare you to kiss someone in the circle" Nancy stifled a laugh and Robin looked desperate.

The girl Robin was into was into her best friend, Steve.

Robin's gaze met mine and I gave her an almost imperceptible nod of approval.

She got on her knees and came towards me, holding my face with both hands; she whispered, "I'm sorry" and pressed her lips to mine.

It wasn't the first time I'd kissed a girl and it was far from the last time I would. Robin's lips were soft and her hands went down to my neck, I gave way to her who entered with her tongue and my mouth and slid it against mine. Her kiss was slow and tender; she sealed her lips to mine one last time and smiled returning to her place next to Vickie.

Steve looked at me with wide eyes and laughed out loud.

"No rules" he said as he turned the bottle again.

Robin's turn, and she chose the unknown, I mean... Eddie.

"Eddie" the freak "Munson, I dare you to let Nancy braid your hair"

"How do you get a kiss and I get braids?" He said as he sat across from Nancy, his eyes always on my face, watching every expression I made (which were a lot) due to the alcohol.

A few rounds later, Steve and Robin were passed out on the couch. Nancy and Jonathan on a mattress on the floor and Vickie in the armchair, all sleeping except Eddie and me.

Eddie was in the kitchen getting something to eat and I was in my favorite spot, dark and quiet in the backyard. Sitting on the bench and smoking my cigarette while the hot summer wind blew in my face.

"We need to stop meeting like this, sweetheart" With a sly smile between his lips, Eddie sat down next to me, lighting his joint.

"Eddie" I said almost in a whisper looking at him "Now the pretty face has a name huh?" I smirk.

He smiled and took a long drag, holding the smoke inside his chest.

"If I hadn't seen you and Robin today, I would definitely dare you to kiss me!"

The boy's smile didn't disappear from his face for a second, he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and sat back straight on the bench, leaning his back against the backrest.

"What if you hadn't seen me and Robin?" I replied crossing my arms in front of my body

"You don't look like someone who likes girls, you know?"

"I like boys too" I chuckled low and ran my tongue over my bottom lip, and bit it weakly, looking at the boy as I brought my cigarette to my mouth again, "and everyone said there were no rules, didn't they?" I said, “you don't look like someone who likes girls either”, I laughed out loud and took another drag on my cigarette.

"Ok, I didn't feel offended, but I like girls and maybe boys, who knows, there are no rules, right? That boyish smile, argh!

“Robin was in trouble and I helped, that was all, even though she was quite pretty.” I said.

“Totally a kitten, but still, she wasn't the one who caught my attention in the kiss.” He replied

“Oh!” I blushed to his words and I lifted my gaze to his

“Yeah,oh!” he mimic my expressions with a smirk in his mouth.

“So you got to see Steve in the middle of my kiss?” I chuckled while took a drag

“Y/N, please…” he said with an almost whisper

“Sorry, I make jokes when I get nervous” hiding my face in my hands

“And are you nervous now?” he bring his hand to my hair and took of off my face “I really like to see you like this, you know, so pretty”

“It's not often that a handsome stranger sits next to me and pays me compliments for free.”

“I doubt it” - he burst out laughing – “have you ever looked in the mirror? Oh my god, I wouldn't survive a day on your side, I think I would die of jealousy with the looks and all...”

Before I could respond, an icy wind hit my skin, making me shiver.

“Come on baby; let's go inside before you catch a cold”

He offered me his hand and our fingers intertwined for the second time that night, how could such a silly act make me feel closer to him than the kiss (HOT) Robin gave me? Before we entered the house, my house, I offered to sleep in my new room, the first night I would sleep there and to be honest; I didn't want to be alone.

We walked up the stairs in silence until we reached my -messy- room.

“Sorry for the mess, just had time to pick out an outfit and head over to Nancy's since we were having a party.” I sounded a little hush

“Did you like the party?”

“What?” I replied throwing some clothes back in the suitcase to free the bed

“Did you like the party?” Eddie chuckled low and helped me get things off the bed.

“Oh! yes, it was fantastic! Everyone was very welcoming and treated me very well. Which is strange, isn't it?” my smile was showing how nervous I was about this whole moving thing, I shook my head quickly and climbed into bed.

“Hop hop Eddie, I like to cuddle,” I said going under the blankets, tapping twice on the vacant spot on the bed next to me.

“Don’t ask twice” Eddie took off his denim jacket, vest, and lay down beside me, pulling me by the waist against his warm body. “Nice and warm, all for you princess.”

I rest my head on Eddie’s chest and start to play with the end of his curls “this is nice, thank you Eds” letting a little kiss on his jawline. The worm of his body made me feel asleep in minutes, his arms pressed around my waist. My nostrils searching for the smell of his cheap perfume, I felt like I was in paradise in those minutes before I went to sleep.

He gave me a peck on the top of my head and bring me closer to him, we was almost occupying the same spot on the bad, contradicting all the laws of physics

“Goodnight sweetheart, sleep well”.

We slept just a few hours when Steve knock on the door, open it without any warning. Eddie and I were in a tangle of legs and arms like last night. I clung to him and the feeling of being at home, feeling safe and the way he held me; I can tell he felt the same.

"What's going on here?" Steve asked, still with his eyes half closed because of the light "Wake up beautiful, breakfast is ready", without receiving any answer Steve approached the bed and gave a loud scream

"What the fuck is Eddie doing in your bed y/n?" Steve looked at his friend with an incredulous look, whispering as he realized you were still sleeping "Really Eddie? My cousin?"

"Hey big boy, no rules remember?" Eddie smirked as he slowly got up from the bed, my hand reaching for his wrist holding it in place.

"I'm not ready to get up yet Eddie, please lie down, you're so warm" my voice muffled by the pillow, my eyes still closed as I pulled the boy back to the bed.

"As you wish, princess" Eddie lay back on the bed

Steve threw up his hands in defeat "Ok, we'll talk later then, no funny business Eddie, really!" as he left the room and closed the door.

Eddie put his arms around my waist and turned me so that my face was level with his chest; he placed a long kiss on the top of my head and rested his cheek on me.

"You will be the death of me, princess"

I lifted my head and gave a light kiss on the tip of his nose

"Good morning to you too Eds"

#eddie munson one shot #eddie munson smut #stranger things fic #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x you #stranger things #robin buckley #eddie x steve #harrington #nancy #steve stranger things

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twosroos · 2 years

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All Grown Up [ch. 9]

roos says ! i edited this chapter like seven times bc i hated each plot i was giving it— its better now, hope it was worth the wait—!pleaseeee leave feedback i love reading what people think >:)! (pls someone find me more bob gifs i feel bad having to use rhett-- and a soft reminder that reblogs mean more than likes!)

desc: Bob drops by for a late night conversation, and the next morning he follows you. The Rodeo also begins.

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd

TWs: drunkenness

ao3 link ! last chapter ! next chapter !

You'd only really had time to wash your face and brush your teeth before there were knocks on the door to your house. Carole had opened it, graciously, inviting a very tired Bob in from the dark. By the time you'd made it downstairs, Bob was telling Carole in a soft voice that she was fine while Carole insisted on something else. Using your phone's flashlight you made your way down the ladder that led to your loft and turned to the two.

"What's goin' on?" You asked, trying not to sway on your feet from the amount of liquor in your system.

"I forgot to give myself a place to sleep." Bob flushes, "The basement isn't cleaned out yet, so I can't sleep there. I was gonna steal your couch but the Bradshaw's are usin' it."

"I can move to that little chair, hon!" Carole messes with the little half-finished crochet bunny in her hands, trying to hook her crocheting needle on something, "I'm small enough."

"No, it's fine Carole. I'll bring Bob up to my room. We grew up sleepin' in the same bed, it won't be weird or anything." You laugh softly, and Carole nods. She bids a soft goodnight to the two of you before she walks over to sit on your plush couch as you grab Bob's arm and bring him over to the ladder.

"You climb this all the time?" Bob laments, and you snort, pushing him.

"Aren't you in the Navy? Come on, or is it too hard for you?" You tease as you grip the ladder and hoist yourself up. It's a bit hard considering you feel tipsy and giggly. You eventually make it up and plop down on the little overhang.

"No, I'm just surprised you don't have stairs!" Bob defends himself in a whispered shout, and you roll your eyes as he takes his turn to climb up too.

"Haven't had time to map them out yet. Which is why, when you go into my room, watch your left side. I've got boxes stacked with knick-knacks and stuff." You explain as he comes up next to you, so you pop back up onto your feet and wave him over to you. There's a small sliding door you open and walk Bob into your hayloft-turned-bedroom loft as you explain your plan to have stairs that also act like shelves for all your pictures, knick-knacks, and such. Bob listens to you ramble as you fall back on your bed, hands lifting to point around your room at various posters, plants, and pictures.

"It's nice up here." He murmurs, and you laugh, curling up in the various blankets tucked up on your bed, the fan blowing on you with the addition of the already cold air conditioning.

"It took a lot of hard work, but it's home." You mumble as you tuck into the blankets, kicking a leg out so a stuffed animal flicks off your bed and hits him. He pauses, laughing softly, before tugging off the Navy sweater he wore. An idea popped into your head with the thought of the spare sweater he'd given you a few days ago. You shoved it aside for now.

You roll onto your stomach, watching as Bob carefully tucks himself into the blankets and pulls off his glasses to set them on the windowsill above his head. You murmur in a low voice, "Where did everyone end up? I know the Kazansky's are in Asher's old room."

"Payback and Fanboy took your bed, with Coyote and Hangman on air mattresses on the floor. Don't ask me how we squeezed them in, I'm still surprised. Amelia, Halo, and Phoenix took Avalon's room since it was the bigger of the twin's rooms. Mav and Penny took Gisele's. Your siblings went with my mom and Tom home, my mom's gonna put the girls in Molly's room, and Avalon and Gisele in my room. No clue where Asher and Robyn will be," He explains, yawning halfway through.

"That's a lot of people to keep watch of," you say, and he nods with a soft laugh as his eyes bore into yours. The two of you lay there and stare at each other for a few moments before he opens his lips.

"What's on your mind?" He whispers against the chill of the fan running across your skin, "You've been kinda fidgety and spacey."

You sigh heavily and roll through the blankets to be so close to him that you can feel his body heat as his leg brushes against yours under the covers. You pretend to not notice how his face flushes.

"My siblings kinda thought I still was mad at you because the last time I talked about you to them was almost right after you left. They kinda just assumed we weren't on speaking terms anymore." You sigh, "And with Mike being back and my whole meltdown the other day... I've had a lot on my mind that I just kinda don't think of on the regular."

"Mike's not gonna do anything to you," Bob murmurs, his pupils dilating when the two of you make eye contact, "I promise."

"Between you and Jake I don't think he has a chance." You admit, giggling against the soft pillows by your head, "But it still worries me, you know, what he could do if he gets there. Or if he fights back... but, I know I'll be safe. There's a lot more than just Mike I'm thinking of."

"What else is on your mind then?" Bob asks and you smile softly. With exaggerated movement you begin to ramble about your rodeo tomorrow and how it can make you eligible for the NBHA Open. So, you felt like you were competing to go to what you considered the Olympics of Barrel Racing. You told him mostly about your three students competing tomorrow, Elane who was competing for the first time at nine years old, Talya who was just coming back from an injury, and Harper who was also trying to make it into the Open like you were. You told him,

"It's so dumb to be so stressed and terrified of something I could do with my eyes closed! It almost feels irrational, like being afraid of dating again."

Then, Bob confessed something to you.

"I'm terrified of dating again."

It makes you pause, and you cock your head at him. He flushes and waves his hands around.

"Hear me out!" He laughs, turning so he's almost flush against you, and you can smell the faint whiskey on his breath as he sighs, the breath filtering across the bare skin of your chest from where your lowcut tanktop sits.

"I'm hearing." You tease, and he sighs.

"Dating someone in the Navy, or vice versa is a huge commitment. It's worse if you marry them too. You have to give this person all of your trust. You just have to sit there at night knowing they're probably praying that you don’t end up dead somewhere, or that you don’t cheat overseas. You're also praying the same for them, you want to be able to go and help them and hold them but you can't because you're so far away. I've seen so many relationships that would usually thrive, break off and die in the Navy and it's so upsetting. I just can’t imagine having to leave someone behind. Even with my few exes since I left for boot camp, that was always the hardest part."

"Leaving?" You whisper and he nods, and you try to bite back the bitter comment of 'it wasn't hard for you the first time we kissed' that fights its way up. You don't have a real desire to be bitter anymore. When Bob hums back a yes, you sigh softly and almost try to burrow into your pillows a bit more. Your hand comes up to rest by your pillow, and you accidentally, or mostly accidentally, ghost it up his chest, barely touching his skin. He shudders but keeps his eyes locked on yours.

You're not sure if you had made a mistake, or if your subconscious was asking for more. Your eyes sparkle with the dotted fairy lights hidden in the various decorative objects on your walls as you whisper, "Would you ever do it?"

"As soon as I can get the girl I’m after to trust me, yes. A hundred times over, even if it ends in flames." He flips onto his back slightly, one arm keeping him raised. In the dim light, you can see the scar on his shoulder in the difference in the way his skin looks against the twinkle of lights. You want to kiss him, to pull him down to you and pray that you're the girl he's referring to but bile builds in your throat at the realization that you're probably not that girl. He probably met some sun-kissed bleach blonde babe in Cali. Your heart pounds for a second before you begin to roll over as you spit out,

"I have to be up in a few hours. Night."

And though Bob also says goodnight, you can feel the bitter tone in his voice.

You wake up around four, your alarm beeping in your ear, and you quickly slap it to shut it off. After laying in silence and mentally contemplating if you needed to wake up this early, you felt a weight near you. Oh, right, Bob. You shifted to look over, the sun's rays just starting to make the sky a slightly lighter hue and thus making it a bit easier to see. Once the dark focused in your sight, you watched Bob as he tightened his grip on your waist. His lips parted in deep, slow breaths as he laid next to you and hogged most of the blankets. He looked more peaceful than you had ever seen him, not a wrinkle of worry on his face, and you smiled to yourself.

Once you'd wiggled out of his grasp, you made your way to your closet and grabbed two outfits, the one you'd wear around the carnival and the farm, and another for your ride later tonight. Then, across the room, you found your bathroom door in the dark after almost rolling your ankle on a spare shoe you'd forgotten to tuck away. Slipping into the room, locking the door, and then flicking on the lights, you blinked harshly against the new florescence in your eyes as they adjusted. Leaning down, you grabbed a box labeled 'Rhinestone Cowgirl' in a beautiful calligraphic font and set it on the counter with a huff.

As your mother would say, "It's time to get dolled up, cowgirl."

This was a tradition you'd started with your mother when she'd gotten you into riding in college. When you'd gone to your first event, you had a job interview only a few hours later at another barn. Despite your mother's warning, you'd gone with your hair and makeup done, won, and instantly made a name for yourself as 'Rhinestone Cowgirl.' The nickname was because of you wearing a diamond-studded necklace during the event (even though you weren't supposed to.) So, from then on, you'd made it into a tradition to wear makeup and do your hair for rides, which slowly became a sort of selling point for your career. You became a sort of... niche micro-celebrity within the world of barrel racing.

So, it was time to get dolled up.

When you emerged from the bathroom, Bob was still asleep. Uncharacteristically quiet,you quietly grabbed the tote you'd put all your stuff into the night before and threw it over your shoulder before descending back down the ladder to the main area of your barn-turned-house. Trying your hardest to keep quiet, you slipped into the kitchen and grabbed a little prepacked smoothie out of the fridge. You quietly thanked your past self for making these in advance and popped it open to take a large gulp, before slowly exiting through the side door in the kitchen instead of the one in the living room. You didn't wanna wake anyone up, since there was no specific time to be awake by. The walk to your Mom’s house is as calm as it usually is on an early morning like this, the birds idly whistle as they wake up and you can see a bit more of the sun starting to lighten up the sky’s ink-black color. There’s a slight blue gradient over the trees, and it makes you huff under your breath with a realization that the day has officially begun.

The back door squeaks a small bit as you open it, your mother pausing her humming to look over at you. A pot in her hand is full of eggs, and the pan in her other hand has what you think are the vegetarian patties from the night before. She sets the pot down as she gives you a warm smile.

“Morning Hon.” she says, “need more to eat?”

“I think I’ll survive on my smoothie today, I’m pretty sure one of the moms said she was gonna bring me food as a thank you. Like she does every other rodeo.” you smile softly, thinking of your students as you plop your head between your mom's shoulder blades as she clicks on the stove and you hear the sizzle of the pots as they resume heating up.

“Don’t stop overthinking your show now, darling.” She warns and you groan, stepping back and popping the top off your smoothie to take a large gulp hoping it will calm the nerves you feel gathering in your gut.

“Too late.” You sigh, "I'm just grabbing my truck keys and the barn keys so I can load up the trailer and such."

"Alright." Your mother says, before turning back before you can even take a step towards the door, "Be safe today, okay?"

"I always am, Momma," You snort and she rolls her eyes softly, leaning onto the counter with one hand, the other being placed perfectly on her hip as you lean up to grab the keys beside the door.

"You know I have to say that." She teases, and you laugh, letting her pull you over for a tight hug before she's waving you out to the path. Captain and Lieu both decide to come with, and you trek across the property to the small barn where you know you'll find your horse. You let Fuego out to run around and get herself to wake up, and in the meantime, you grab stuff to wash her off, and some equipment you need for the show. You manage to get Fuego washed and in the trailer before the sun rises, and the sound of second set of boots caused you to look over from where you’re standing.

“Mornin’ Bob.” You call over to him, smiling softly. He walks over slowly, downing the rest of a coffee.

“What’s the plan for today?” he says and you shrug, turning to him and watching him stop dead in his tracks. He whistles low, and you laugh, brushing your hair back out of your face. His cheeks are red as he walks up to you, a small smile on his face, "Well, damn."

"What? You all bothered?" You smile, setting down the bucket with a slightly overdramatic bend. Just because. It gets the effect you want, Bob's eyes become dinner plates.

"No. I just... you look beautiful." He says bashfully and you flush, stepping forward to adjust his collar.

"I only get dolled up for rodeos, so this is a limited-time view." You smile at him and his hand slowly wraps around your waist. Your hand comes to fall at his chest and a loopy smile appears on his lips as your other hand adjusts your stetson as you whisper, "you look at me like I'm the only girl in the world."

"You are to me," He whispers and your face probably looks like a whole cherry tomato as you cough to try and hide it. He smiles, adjusting his stetson.

"Come on then!" You shout, whistling for Fuego, "Let's see if you can get a barrel mare to take a simple little bath."

"Something about your smile tells me this won't be as easy as you're pretending it is." He gives you an odd look as you hand him the bucket of supplies you'd curated from around the barn. So if he ends up looking way more attractive than he should with suds all down his white shirt… you are happily enjoying the show.

"Naomi! Can you help Olivia with her horse, please?" You sigh, looking over at your eldest student. She quickly nods and rushes across the small barn area to one of your youngest as she helps her finish tacking her horse. You look around the temporary stables, absentmindedly shoving a bit more hay towards Fuego until you put away the rake and sigh.

"Miss L/n." a voice calls, and you turn to see Shannon grinning at you.

"Hey!" you smile, rushing over to give her a tight hug, "I hope you're here to give me some good news?"

"Mike shouldn't be at the party, he's got a job on the 5th in Georgia, so he probably won't make it," Shannon says, and though ideally, you would feel a weight lift on your shoulders, it stays in your heart.

"Are you sure?" You ask, and she sighs, running a hand through her dark hair.

"Well... almost. I don't know fully, but there's no way he'd risk his job over a party." She admits, and you huff. Inside, you feel knots making your stomach twist and sick. Bringing a hand to your hat, you readjust it and bite your lip as you look away.

"So he could-"

"Hey! Rhinestone Cowgirl! Come help us with this!" A voice calls from behind you, and you look over to see one of the event organizers waving at you with a sense of urgency.

"I don't have time for this, Shannon. Let me know if he's coming or not. I'm over the dance around." You snap before sharply turning on your heel and slipping into the crowd of workers, rodeo competitors, horses, and other animals. Shannon watches you go with an anxious look but doesn't say anything as she flips a small black box in her hand as your figure gets smaller and smaller as you meet up with some staff members.

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