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Weekly Recap | April 1st-7th 2024

MERRY WEEWOO EPISODE DAY!!! I had a fucking terrible stream so I feel like I missed like 90% of buddie's scenes.

No thoughts, head empty, so happy to FINALLY be done with this long ass recap 😆 my ao3 history is very much still fucked. Oh well. Also gonna have to make a separate post for the podfics cause the rec was getting too long, tumblr couldn't handle it 😂

There's a couple of new people in here and maybe some people who have changed URLs, so if you know someone who's not tagged, please tag them in the comments!

Love your tags, comments, reblogs, everything! <3 My ao3 inbox is being SUBMERGED with fics, it's the best problem to have 😂

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I can finally breathe by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (S7E4 Coda, BuckTommy | <1K | General); Buck's oh moment when Tommy kisses him.

and with each one, i'm a little more free series by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (Post-S7E4, Coming Out):

oh, bi the way (<1K | General): Buck comes out to Maddie. whenever you're ready (<1K | General): Buck comes out to Bobby. welcome to the club (<1K | General): Buck comes out to Hen.

rebirth by renecdote/ @renecdote (S7E4 Coda | <1K | General): “Bisexual,” he says aloud, just to hear himself say it, to taste the way it feels on his tongue not just as a word but as an identity. It feels like an exhalation, trembling at the edges but not just with fear, or excitement, but with relief. Buck knows what it is like to be reborn, but he has never had a kiss make him feel like this before.

whenever you're ready by honestlydarkprincess (Post S7E4 Spec, Coming Out | <1K | General): Buck comes out to Bobby.

I won't tell no lie by lamardeuse/ @lamardeuse (Post S7E4 Spec, Tommy POV | 1K | Teen): Tommy can't exactly say he's surprised when he opens his door on a Sunday morning to see Hen Wilson standing there. He just wishes he'd thought to put on a cup first because he has a feeling he's about to get kicked in the nuts.

An End Has a Start by eirabach/ @eirabach (S7E4 Coda, Tommy POV, Tommy&Lucy | 1K | Teen): Tommy is one minute late. Hell of a minute, though.

tell me that i'm all you want (even when i break your heart) by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (S7E4 Coda | 1K | General): “What’s going on?” “You tell me,” Eddie says, gently. “Buck mentioned you were being a little…odd.” To his surprise, Chris scowls. “I bet he did,” Chris mumbles, scoffing, half-under his breath. Eddie stares at him, taken aback. “Chris? What does that—” “I want you to tell him to leave.” or; buck, christopher and eddie in the aftermath of 7x04.

Sleepy Call by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Pre-Buddie, Fluff | 1K | General): OR: Eddie takes an early morning call.

to loosen his grip by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (S7E4 Spec | 1K | Teen): Eddie's not stupid, and Buck's about as subtle as a brick to the face on a good day. Speculation for 7x04: Buck, Bothered and Bewildered.

babbling brook to nowhere by fallingthorns/ @fallingthorns (S7E5 Spec | 1K | Teen): Eddie has not stopped talking since they left the restaurant. He thinks that he kind of blacked out during the actual dinner, because he’s not really sure what actually was discussed or how they even ended up sitting next to Buck and Tommy. But as soon as they got back into the truck, it was like the dam breaking loose. “I mean, it’s so great,” Eddie says once they’re back in his bedroom, as he takes his shirt off in the closet. He’s not even paying attention as Marisol perches on the edge of his bed. “They’re two of my friends, it’s awesome.” He’s happy for Buck, because Buck deserves to be with someone who gets him and will love him like he deserves. He just . . . “Is Tommy too tall for him?” Eddie asks. “Like, they’re the same height.”

my heart is working overtime by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (S7E4 Coda | 1K | Teen): He reaches for his phone again, then freezes halfway through his contacts when he realises he can’t call anyone to talk through this. Maddie would kill him for telling her something like this over the phone. For—coming out, he supposes, trying the words on for size. That’s something he does now. As— He hadn’t really stopped to consider it until now. Bisexual, he thinks, experimental, and it settles somewhere deep inside of him, like there’s been a space waiting for it all along.

“Pops, I’m bisexual.” “Hi bisexual, I’m Pops.” by Maximoff_Wanda (Post-S7E4, Coming Out | 1,4K | Not Rated): Or: Buck comes out to Bobby.

every little thing the sun shows, well it’s worth it by wafflesofdoom/ @capseycartwright (Post S7E4 | 1,6K | Not Rated): after his kiss with Tommy, Buck goes to Hen.

pythagoras made some points by crimsonclad (S7E4, BuckTommy | 1,6K | Not Rated): Look for the helpers! Sometimes they are all trying very hard to help each other be gay in the correct configurations and doing their best, mostly. Tommy takes Eddie to Urgent Care, takes him home, and carries a message elsewhere in the city of Los Angeles.

Buck's Boyfriends by Tizniz (Buck/Tommy/Eddie | 1,7K | Teen): He’s too drunk to figure out the logistics right now. “I think I’ve been dating both of you.” OR: The one where Buck realizes he's dating Tommy and Eddie.

smile at me like you smile at him by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (S7E4 Spec, Getting Together | 1,8K | Teen): Buck hadn’t planned on doing anything to show his displeasure at the sudden friendship between Eddie and Tommy, despite the fact that it sent hot, furious jealousy coursing through his veins. Really, he hadn’t. It’s just…well, he was just going for the ball during their basketball game…unfortunately Eddie happened to get pushed out of the way in order for Buck to get said ball.

only need the light when it's burning low by fallingthorns (Post-S7E4 | 2K | Teen): Buck blinks and realizes that he could love Tommy, if he didn't already love Eddie.

you've ruined my life (by not being mine) by ummrys (S7E4 Spec | 2K | Teen): Or, Buck gets a little (a lot) jealous of Eddie's blossoming friendship with Tommy Kinard, and makes some bad decisions about it.

detours by oklahoma/ @sunshinediaz (Post-S7E4, 2K | Teen): “Take a detour,” he says, instead. “There’s construction on Sunset.” “Maybe one of these days there won’t be,” Buck says, smiles, and takes his leave. - Eddie and Buck have a talk. They somehow say everything and nothing at all.

Every Night I Come to You by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi (S5, Love Confessions | 2K | General): Eddie has another sleepless night, but Buck is there. He'll always be there.

Family Feud: First Responders by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Secret Relationship | 3K | General): The FireFam go on Family Feud.

Right In Front of Me by Princessfbi (S7E5 Spec, BuckTommy | 3K | General): Tommy’s brows knitted together as his mouth turned down with worry. “Evan,” he said and Buck wanted to hear him call his name so many more times. “What happened? Did someone choke you?” “That’s what I was trying to tell you,” Buck said, clearing his throat again when his voice gave an embarrassing squeak.

inescapable (i’m not even gonna try) by buddiebuddie/ @buddie-buddie (BuckTommy, PWP, Post-S7E4 | 3K | Explicit): From that first press of Tommy’s lips against his— the moment when the pieces slid into place and something bloomed in Buck’s chest and hummed in his veins— he felt good, and grounded, and settled in a way he never had before. It’s been a few weeks, and the newness has worn off but the excitement hasn’t. The hunger hasn’t.

I would be lying if I said I'm not dying to worship you by Daughter_of_Scotland (Post-S7E4 | 3K | Explicit): Buck and Tommy have their first date. This is how it ends. (It ends really, REALLY well)

somethin' tells me you know why i lie by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Madney Wedding Spec, BuckTommy | 3K | Teen): OR: buck brings tommy to the madney wedding. eddie is absolutely, definitively not jealous.

Never Saw It Coming...Or Did He? by Tizniz (PWP, Daddy/Mommy Kink | 3K | Explicit): Unable to deny his boyfriend anything, Eddie does. And his jaw promptly falls to the floor. Because Buck is standing there with that goddamn basketball under his shirt again. The clothing is stretched tightly over the round of what Eddie’s mind pretends is Buck’s belly. Pregnant belly. OR: The one where Eddie is 'Daddy' and Buck is 'Mommy'

sunbeam that hits at three to noon by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Madney Wedding, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): or, having multiple wedding reservations under the same name was an accident waiting to happen and buck’s just trying not to jumpscare his best friend with the rather intense bridal suite decor in their very platonically shared hotel room

as lucky as us by hammersmiths/ @bucktommys (S7E4, Ravi POV | 3K | General): One of the first things Ravi learned when joining the 118 was to, under no circumstances, think too hard about Buck and Eddie’s relationship. But brother, they could try make his job easier.

soothe the ache in me by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (S7E4 Spec | 3K | Teen): Or, the one where Buck gets a headache while trying to take care of Eddie and Chris after Eddie's injury.

i'm a fine baby mama (but you knew that though) by colonoscopys (S7E4 | 4K | Teen): Look—Buck’s not jealous, per say. He’s just a little confused as to how you can spend the past five years being best friends with someone, and then find someone new to replace him in the span of a couple of playdates.

You’re too Sweet For Me by Garden_Haunter (Buck Coming Out, Post S7E4 | 4K | Teen): Tommy kisses Buck, and it tastes like freedom. (Or: Buck comes out to different members of his family.)

Nightcap by Inell (S7E5 Spec, PWP | 4K | Explicit): After their first date goes a bit astray, Buck invites Tommy to his loft for a nightcap.

some things fall when they're meant to fall by sibylsleaves/ @sibylsleaves (S7E5 Spec | 4K | Teen): or, Buck tells Eddie some news. Eddie has a realization and breaks up with his girlfriend. Not necessarily in that order.

before you painted all my nights by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (Canon Divergent, Getting Together | 5K | Explicit): In hindsight, maybe jerking off to a LAFD Calendar when Eddie was well on his way to become a firefighter himself… might not have been the best idea. He never really thought about the possibility of actually crossing paths with the person that's been starring every wildest dream and filthy fantasy of his.

’til storm breaks loose by markofalover/ @markofalover (S7E4 Spec | 6K | Explicit): He squeezes Buck’s bare, sun warmed skin before he drops the contact, and strolls over to where Chim and Tommy are waiting. If he stands a little too close to his teammate, well. He’ll never admit it. Buck comes back into his line of vision, already back to looking like he’s a second away from stomping off the court. Eddie’s giddy with it. …or, how an elbow to the face changes everything.

the art of making love. by dylaesthetics (Rommates, Getting Together | 6K | Teen): OR Buck’s loft gets flooded, making him temporarily move in with Eddie, who’s out and about dating guys now, apparently, and Buck tries to figure out why the hell the thought makes him sick.

no more mistakes, no more empty starts. by dylaesthetics (S7E5 Spec, Feelings Realization | 7K | Teen): Throughout his life, Buck has felt that something’s been missing. Some integral part of who he is, outside firefighting, outside the family he has built for himself, outside the trauma that keeps on piling up and overburdening his shelves. He doesn’t expect to find it in the dimness of his loft’s kitchen one Tuesday evening, the taste of a man still on his lips and his cologne lingering in the air, sweet and honest and real.

ain't no lie (bi bi bi) by 42hrb/ @exhuastedpigeon (S7E4 Spec, Eddie/Tommy | 8K | Explicit): Eddie fools around with Tommy, Buck is jealous, Tommy's just trying to have a good time

skin/heat/hair in your mouth by fleetinghearts (Getting Together | 8K | Explicit): or, eddie’s bad at camping, buck’s trying to make sure he doesn’t get hypothermia, and naked huddling for warmth is only like the third gayest thing happening in the great outdoors

now our love lives in the radio by heartbeatdiaz / @loserdiaz (University AU | 9K | Explicit): buck is the host of a college radio show and eddie has a big fat crush on him, what else can i say? featuring cinderella references and a bunch of himbos from buck's football team.

teach me how to dance with you by goodboybuck (prettyboybuckley)/ @prettyboybuckley (BuckTommy, PWP | 9K | Explicit): OR: Buck explores the wonders of gay sex (slowly, with a really patient, sweet Tommy guiding the way and while having a lot of fun)

the mouth is the thing that craves by Underhung_Aura (Established Buddie, PWP | 11K | Explicit): eddie loves buck and he really love buck's cock

when i think about you (i touch myself) by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (PWP, Getting Together | 12K | Explicit): Or: the one where Eddie stumbles across Buck's old amateur porn, prompting a series of belated realizations on both their parts.

honey, when you call my name by HungryHungryHippo/ @hippolotamus (Post S5E11 | 12K |Explicit): Eddie witnesses the Buck/Lucy kiss, has himself a little panic, and decides to do something about it when Buck does his Buck thing and won't stop pushing Eddie's buttons

🔥 of men and of angels by extasiswings/ @extasiswings (Eddie Sexuality Crisis, Getting Together | 13K | Teen): Eddie Diaz learns a lot as a kid. Boys aren’t soft. Boys don’t cry. Boys don’t kiss boys. As he gets older, he realizes that everything has exceptions. Boys can be soft sometimes. Boys can cry sometimes. And some boys kiss other boys. But Eddie likes kissing girls. And since he likes kissing girls, that’s the end of the story. Isn’t it?

🔥 what humans do by brewrosemilk/ @gayhoediaz (Getting Together, PWP | 18K | Explicit): "…and the thought that she had just escaped death by such a narrow margin made me realize the intensity of my feelings toward her.” Eddie swallows. “‘What’s the matter?’ I couldn’t tell her, so I kissed her instead,” Buck goes on, and since Eddie’s eyes are focused on the page, they drift ahead a little bit, and the next few lines have him swallowing once again, taking his hand back to brace himself against the mattress as he slowly starts to push himself up to sit. “Kissing is what humans do when words have reached a place they can’t escape from. It is a switch to another language. The kiss was an act of defiance, maybe of war. You can’t touch us, is what the kiss said. ‘I love you,’ I told her, and as I smelled her skin, I knew I had never wanted anyone or anything more than I wanted her…” Buck trails off when Eddie reaches for the book, gently luring it out of his grasp.

WIP

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 6/18 | 37K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

Both Bermuda and Golden (Lost but Doing Just Fine) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (PWP, Threesome, BuckTommyEddie | 4/6 | 20K | Explicit): In which everyone has two hands and two holes and is keeping their options fluid. (Or: a collection of threesome fics.)

Fifteen First Kisses by tinygiantsam/ @watchyourbuck (Getting Together | 2/15 | 3K | Mature): Why would you have only one first kiss when you could have fifteen This is a collection of 15 different first kisses between Buck and Eddie.

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artists-ally · 6 months

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I love your Harvey fics😍 and I have a this fluff thatmayleadto spice/smut scenario in which Harvey comes back home from home finding the reader reading a particularly spicy scene of a romance novel and in the beginning Harvey makes a little fun of her but then he sees the appeal and...you know😂

{That Kind of Love} Harvey x Reader

Can I just say @kjbg-fantasymoon is so sweet??? Like ugh you are so nice ilysm. Told you I’d answer all your requests 😘😘 Anyway here is my two cents on the matter, enjoy!!! Title from this song (p.s. both books I mention in here, Flawless and Dirty Letters, are both real books and I high recommend both of them!)

Word Count: 1,481

Warnings: smut, minor d/s vibes, spanking

Summary: Harvey catches you reading a particular smutty scene from your current book.

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“Don’t you think it’s a bad idea?”

“Is what a bad idea?”

“You know,” I said, motioning between us. “This. Us, alone together? We can’t keep our hands off each other.”

Griffin laughed, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me tight against his chest. “It absolutely is an awful idea. But you look so fucking good in that skirt. I mean Jesus Luca, it barely covers your ass. And you know how much I hate it when anyone looks at anything that’s mine.”

I clenched my thighs together when he pushed the skirt up my ass, not being shy with the noise that burned my core.

“Griffin,” I rested my forehead against his collar bone, gripping his shirt as he pushed my underwear down my thighs.

“Yes?”

“Please,” I begged. I needed to feel him. God, twelve years of sexual frustration was not helping me in any way. Every fantasy I had as a teenager was coming to life.

“Is my girl needy?” I whined. “Aww, do you need me to take care of you? To force you on your hands and knees and fuck you like you’ve always wanted me to? How about I tie you up and make you cum on my fingers, then my mouth, then my co-”

“YN!”

I flailed so hard the book clattered to the ground, and I could feel my pulse in my fingers. “Jesus fucking Christ Harvey don’t you know how to knock?”

“I did knock,” he countered, reaching down to pick up my forgotten story. “Twice. And I opened the door and called your name. And I’ve been standing in front of you for two minutes, watching you read. Watching you bite your lip in that way you only do when you’re completely lost. So, wanna tell me what you were reading?”

I blinked, mouth gaping open like a fish out of water. He turned the book over in his hand, reading the cover. Harvey raised an eyebrow at me and offered the book back. With a blush to my cheeks, I plucked it from his hand and folded it into my lap.

“What’s the book about?” He asked again.

“Nothing you’d like, Mr. Harvard,” I stuck out my tongue, placing the book on the table beside me before walking into the living room. “How was your day?”

“Nothing, huh?” Wow, Harvey could not take a hint. “Come on, just tell me. Was it about vikings? Pirates? Viking pirates? What about some small town romance, where the city girl moves back home and the farm boy reigns her back to her roots? Just like his pops did with his mamma?”

“Please, I am far above that cliche bullshit.” I am most certainly not above it. At all. “And why do you care?”

“Because, you were so entangled with it you didn’t even hear me come in. whatever is in that book, maybe I want to find out what it is so you’ll pay attention to me that intensely,” Harvey cornered me in the kitchen, caging me in against the counter after I got a glass of water.

“I pay attention to you,” I argued, looking from his eyes to his lips when he licked him, very clearly looking at mine.

“Uh huh, sure you do. When it involves my wallet and my lips in between your legs,” Harvey teased, bringing me in against his chest. In an oddly similar way that the main character of my book did. “Just tell me, I’ll stop asking if you tell me.” “No you won’t.”

“No, I won’t,” Harvey smiled, and I rolled my eyes. “It can’t be that bad, Yn. I’ve caught you reading smut more than once, so what was it this time?”

“How do you know I read smut?” My eyes went wide, and my heart sped up a little in my chest.

“I didn’t at first,” Harvey said. “But then I told Donna about one of the books you were reading, Flawless by Elsie Silver, and she told me how ‘spicy’ it was. And you are pretty bad at being subtle, my love. You don’t do a great job at hiding your emotions on your face.”

Welp. Fuck.

My eyes narrowed at the New York lawyer and he just gave me a cheesy smile. “Fine, I’ll tell you. But you’re gonna have to read it. Because you’ll understand why when you do.”

As I walked back into the den, Harvey in tow, I plopped the book in his hand. Dirty Letters follows Luca and Griffin, childhood penpals turned strangers, through their reconnection. He’s keeping a huge secret and she’s a recovering victim of PTSD.

“Well, with a title like that I expect it to be dirty,” Harvey rolled his eyes, reading the back of the cover. “Show me the good stuff.”

I flipped to the page I was reading, scanning to make sure I was in the right spot. I didn’t have to bookmark the page because someone decided to scare me half to death. He should know by now to just leave me alone when I’m reading. It’s not my fault that I get vaulted into another world when I do.

“Here, start there and let me know when you’re done.”

Was I entirely sure that leaving Harvey to his own devices with my book was a good idea? No I wasn’t. I knew he was going to make fun of me, but oh well. Everyone else in the world liked to watch porn, I just liked to read it. He didn’t have to understand it, but if it would get his ass off mine? I’ll take the embarrassment and get it over with.

It wasn’t even ten minutes before he set the book down on the kitchen island, clearing his throat. I turned to face him and saw a slight tinge to his cheeks.

“Alright, let’s get it over with,” I prepared for the roasting. “Tell me how much of a nerd and how much of a loser I am for reading word porn.”

Harvey just shoved his hands in his pockets. He no longer had his tie, or his jacket for that matter. His hair was unusually messy and that blush. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Harvey blush before.

“Well,” Harvey started. “I can see the appeal.”

He can what? There was no possible way I heard him right. “Say that again?”

“I can see why you like to read. That author is really good at being… descriptive.”

I smirked, “So, you thought it was hot?”

“Amongst other things,” he bent at the waist, resting his elbows on the counter. “I get why you get lost in it, especially with something like that. Griffin is very charming, something we both have in common.”

“Oh please, you read some of the best smut an author can write at that’s what you take away from it?”

“Not at all, my love,” Harvey stepped closer. “I also learned that you have a thing for being called ‘my girl’. And I don’t blame you, you like it when I’m possessive. When I tell you that you belong to me.”

“This was not the reaction that I was expecting,” I eyed him.

“Don’t worry, Yn. I promise I’ll make fun of you for it after I finish making you scream my name,” Harvey ducked his head down and wasted no time in showing his need.

His tongue brushed over mine and he pulled me in tight against his body. Damn him and his unrivaled ability to turn me on. All it took was a few well placed kisses to my neck, to my ear to get me to our room and on the bed, hands not able to get enough of each other.

If I knew Harvey would’ve had this type of reaction to reading smut, I should show him some real smut. That was nothing compared to some of the other stuff on my shelf. Maybe I could get him to do some of those things to me.

“Aww, is my girl already messy for me?” Harvey clicked his tongue, stripping the last of his clothes off. “Who knew you’d be so easy.”

“And who knew that you’d be so easy when it came to getting what I want by giving you a book.”

Harvey’s eyes narrowed. “You think you’re gonna get what you want?” In a quick grab, I was on my stomach, ass up, and Harvey’s hand came down a lot harder than I was prepared for. “Wanna try that again, pretty girl?”

I gasped when the next one came, and the next. “N-No.”

“Okay then,” Harvey let out a dark laugh, fisting his hand in my hair and pulling me up. “You gonna stop being a brat and let me do my job?”

I nodded, eyes falling shut when he pinched my nipple between his fingers.

“Good girl.”

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thewritingofamadwoman · 5 months

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Roy Kent has my heart (and so does Brett Goldstein). This is my first time writing for him so be gentle 😂

Pairing: Roy Kent x Fem!Reader (established relationship)

Warnings: Fluff, Roy’s potty mouth, allusions to sexy times (because I can’t write smut to save my life) and a cheesy joke brought to you by none other than Ted Lasso himself.

Enjoy!

“Okay boys, just remember that the photoshoot will be held during training on the pitch. Just act natural and don’t let the camera’s distract you,” I said, smiling at the team. Keeley clapped her hands, unable to keep her excitement at bay.

“You’re all going to look so fucking cool!” She squealed and the team beamed back; some smiling while others blushed at her praise. AFC Richmond was selected to be the featured football team in a new magazine spread honoring the Premier League. Keeley pulled some strings with her connections from her firm KJPR while I worked hard to call in a few favors from my years as the team’s social media strategist to get The Greyhounds considered for the shoot. And after months of phone calls and meetings, it finally paid off when the magazine’s PR group reached out to us earlier this week.

As luck would have it, today was the perfect day for a photoshoot; the sun was out, and the guys were pumped.

Coach Lasso clapped his hands and spoke up. “Alright fellas, you heard the ladies. Let’s go out there and show these snowmen what we’re made of!”

Everyone in the room went quiet, silently confused by Ted’s attempt at a joke.

“You know, because the magazines’ called “The Blizzard”. Like blizzard…? Snowmen…? Oh alright whatever, let’s just go out there and look good!” Ted waved, the team’s earlier exuberance returning as they headed out the door to the pitch.

I heard a voice call my name and turned to find Nate giving me a shy smile.

“Uhh, are the, um, are we as coaches going to be photographed as well?” He asked, pointing to himself, and then to the side where Ted, Beard and Roy stood. I nodded and Keeley spoke up.

“Oh of course! Can’t have a team photoshoot without its four fearless leaders!”

“You go out there as you would and just let the boys have at it. Just promise me you won’t punch any of the photographers if they annoy you,” I said the last part while looking directly at one particular coach. Roy crossed his arms and shook his head, speaking up immediately.

“I make no such promise.”

His gruff voice had me biting back a smile as I rolled my eyes in response.

“Don’t you dare be rude them, Roy Kent. Keeley and I have been working towards this moment for months. You get in trouble, you’re dealing with me, got it?” I said, trying my best to remain stern as I looked at him. Roy’s eyebrow twitched and I could see the amusement in his eyes before he nodded reluctantly, a growl accompanying the movement.

“Wonderful! Now let’s go!” Keeley practically floated out of the room in excitement while the rest of us filed out. My phone buzzed in my pocket by the time Keeley and I sat down in the stands, and I pulled it out to find a very much expected text message.

Roy-O

You are VERY sexy when you try to be stern ;)

I laughed to myself before shooting back a response.

Oh you liked that, did you?

But I’m serious, please don’t punch anyone

I didn’t even get the chance to put my phone away before another text came in

Roy-O

Why, gonna punish me if I do? ;)

I bit my lip as my eyes immediately looked over to where Roy stood. His phone was in his hand as he yelled at Jamie Tartt from across the field to stop being “a fucking weasel and kick the fucking ball already.” I took in his appearance, the way he stood tall with his arms crossed, phone gripped tightly in one hand. The way his biceps were accented perfectly by his black t-shirt. Roy Kent looked delectable in every way. I smiled to myself and decided to play along.

Maybe I will.

You fuck this photoshoot up for me and you won’t be getting ANY of this tonight…

I put my phone on my lap and looked down at the pitch, waiting for Roy to get the text. He seemed preoccupied with training so I picked my phone back up to respond to a few emails while I waited for him to continue our little game. Suddenly, a far away cry of “watch it, Coach!!” sounded from across the pitch, and before I could even register what was happening, Roy was smacked right in the face by a rouge football. The resounding smack of the ball was so loud that everyone cringed unanimously.

“Oh fuck!” Keeley exclaimed at the same time I gasped, both of us standing up and watching on as Ted and the team rushed to Roy, who let out the loudest FUCK I think I have ever heard him exclaim.

“Tartt you FUCKING CUNT!” Roy yelled, grabbing his nose and bending forward. Jamie, whose panic manifested in nervous giggles, tried his best to apologize.

“I’m SO sorry Coach, but I did try to warn you, twice!”

Roy groaned again and glared at the player before pulling his hand back and looking down. Even from my spot on the stands I could see the distinctly recognizable color of blood on Roy’s hand.

Roy seethed at the sight and growled at Jamie.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Jamie backed up in panic and both Ted and Beard jumped in to pull Roy back by his arms to stop him from advancing towards the striker. After a few moments, Roy pulled out of their grasps and turned, making his way back inside Nelson Road, probably to get the resident to check out his nose.

“That looks like it fucking hurt,” Keeley said, sitting back down.

“He’s not going to let Jamie off the hook for this one. He’s gonna make him do double drills at 4am for weeks,” I sighed.

“You gonna go check on lover boy?” She teased, and I smiled, already making my way down the steps.

“You know it. I’ll catch you later babes,” I responded back, blowing her a kiss.

By the time I made it inside, I found Roy seated on the physio bench, clutching an ice pack to his nose. The medic had just finished up and smiled at me on his way out, giving me a thumbs up. I walked up to Roy and cooed at him now that we were alone.

“Awww, are you okay love?” I soothed, placing a hand on the wrist holding the ice pack. Roy glared at me and grunted in reply.

“What’s that look for, what did I do?” I said, brows knit in confusion.

“Oh don’t you “what did I do” me. You’re the farthest thing from innocent, sending me that fucking picture.” Roy’s voice lowered and a mischievous smile settled on his face. I’m sure my eyes widened comically as I remembered what I had sent. Roy nodded, pulling the ice pack away.

“Yeah, that’s right. I opened your text and fucking hell, your fucking breasts on display like that in that strip of cloth you call a bra is the reason I got clobbered in the fucking face. How was I supposed to hear Tartt calling out when my only thought was sucking on those fucking perfect tits?”

I cupped my mouth and let out a gasp followed by a small laugh, feeling so bad for having been the reason he was so distracted.

“Oh my god baby, I’m so sorry! I didn’t think…“

Roy cut me off.

“Oh no, you knew exactly what you were doing you minx. C’mere,”

Roy placed the ice pack down onto the side of the physio bed and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to him. I placed one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chin, inspecting his nose and face for myself.

“Fuck, Roy I feel horrible. I shouldn’t have sent that photo,” I smiled sheepishly at him. Roy shook his head, schooling his expression to stay stoic but I could see the amusement in his eyes again.

“Don’t you fucking dare apologize for sending that photo. But if you insist, I can think of a few ways you can earn my forgiveness….” He trailed off, his eyebrow raising and a smirk forming on his lips. I smiled back, happy he was okay.

“Well in that case, what if I told you I was wearing that bra you saw in the picture…right now…” I whispered as I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Roy’s chin, cheek, and gently on his nose.

“Fucking hell,” Roy breathed out, pulling me in tighter. I decided to push one more button, just to tease him a tiny bit more.

“Mmhm, and guess what? That bra has matching panties….”

Roy’s eyes closed and he released a deep and long “fuuuuuuuuck” before closing any gaps between us with a searing kiss. When he pulled back, I was sure my lips were as red and swollen as his. I rested my forehead on his before he hopped off the table and we walked back to work before heading back home for all that was promised.

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A few days later, I was seated in my office organizing the next away game details for the team when I received an email from one of my contacts at The Blizzard. Attached were the photos from the training shoot. I was scrolling through the action shots until I stopped at four back to back pictures that had me giggling to myself.

In front of me were four shots of Roy: in the first photo he’s looking down at his phone with a neutral expression. In the second, his eye brows were raised and eyes blown wide. In the third photo, he was smirking at his phone. And finally, in the last photo of the bunch, Roy’s face was obscured by the football that has smacked him dead on. I scrolled back and forth between those four pictures, creating a little boomerang and watching Roy’s face the whole time and laughing hysterically.

I saved the photos to my phone and set the one where he was smirking as my lockscreen, savoring the memory of what ensued that night after that photo was taken.

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dirtyvulture · 11 months

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by anon: Can I please get some soft tummy Nat, no beef, and a civilian reader without beef as well.

AN: No pronouns used.

I can’t remember the last time I got a vegetarian request lol. 😭😂 But I tried my best, anon!

“Wait, don’t change the channel yet,” you whine, not moving from your spot between Natasha’s legs, your cheek resting on her stomach where you’re turned to watch the television.

“It’s just a commercial,” Natasha protests.

“Well, it’s a good commercial!”

“Whatever,” she mutters, dropping the remote back next to her and returning her hand to rest on your head where she’s been stroking your hair. Your arms are wrapped lazily around her waist, and you think she makes the perfect pillow for your head.

After a few serious injuries sustained while on missions, Natasha had to take an extended leave of absence, which also cut into her ability to train. She did not have the same muscle mass as she once had, her belly growing a little plusher over time, something you knew that she was insecure about, but you always assured her that she was still just as beautiful and that you loved her all the same.

The two of you watch as a dog is left behind by his family, tearing up the trash and destroying various pieces of furniture in his frustration. The family returns with a big kennel, opening it to reveal a new friend for the dog.

“See, wasn’t that cute?” you say, as though you haven’t seen this commercial at least 30 times already.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” Natasha agrees.

The television show returns, and you two lay there in silence for a few minutes to watch it. Your hand slips under Natasha’s shirt to rub over her bare skin and she shivers at the physical contact.

“You okay?” you stop to ask.

“Uh...yeah,” she responds with some hesitance. You pull out your hand and lift your head to look at her.

“Nat.”

“I’m fine,” she says with more confidence, but you don’t believe her.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Noth...” Natasha starts, but relents. She trusts you more than anyone and she’s been with you long enough to know that you would never judge her for anything. “Well, I mean...you know how I feel about my stomach...”

“You’re beautiful, Nat. Every part of you.” You crawl up to kiss her softly, resting your chest against hers. “You know how much I love you, right?”

“Yes,” Natasha whispers, blushing at your praise.

“Can I show you?”

Natasha nods with her lower lip trapped between her teeth as you slide down her body, pulling down her shorts and panties as you go and she helps kick them off. You settle in between her legs, keeping one of your hands on her stomach protectively as you lower your head to put your mouth to her folds.

Natasha sighs when your tongue makes contact with her center, her hand resting on the top of your head and tightening in your hair as you push your tongue into her, savoring her taste.

You hear Natasha murmuring in Russian as her thighs start to close around your head, holding you close to her, and you take your time to stimulate her with your mouth. You’re careful to avoid her clit at first, waiting until she’s practically gushing with wetness to take it into your mouth and suck on it repeatedly.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Natasha moans, tilting her head back into the couch. The television show is completely forgotten now and you switch your grip to hook your arms under her legs, pulling her into you so your tongue can penetrate her as deeply as possible.

“You taste so good, Nat,” you say, pausing to take a breath before going down on her once more.

The grip in your hair tightens to an almost painful point as Natasha humps frantically into your mouth, her walls squeezing desperately around your tongue in intervals.

“Almost...Almost there, baby,” she gasps, her thighs quivering as she tries not to choke you out with them.

With one final hard suck to her clit, Natasha comes undone in your mouth and you’ve never tasted anything better. As she rides out her high, you don’t stop licking and sucking, until her entire body is trembling and she is whimpering from the overstimulation.

“Can you give me one more?” you ask, your tone innocent compared to what you’re doing to her right now.

Natasha nods, wanting nothing more than to please you, trying to catch her breath as you don’t stop, bringing her to another orgasm almost directly after the first.

“I love you, Nat,” you whisper as you clean her up and kiss her thighs, then her stomach, resting your weight gently on top of her again. Natasha wraps her arms around your back, holding you tightly against her.

She would never doubt you for a second.

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axcel-lucci · 5 months

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For the next Full Moon request, female reader asked the ASL trio to babysit her children. How would Law react to that? Would he be jealous or comically annoyed? Whenever female reader is busy, or Law is on important meetings, she'd always ask Luffy, Ace, and Sabo to watch Corazon and Clara. Everytime Law's on a business trip, the ASL trio would always stay by female Reader's side to company her. Yes, Ace is very bad influence, always give Clara and Cora tons of sweets and 🍬. If you want, you could make Law 'punish' her by having rough sex in his wereleopard form, which would not only make her pregnant, but also carry either triplets or quadruplet! Damm, Penguin's not kidding when Law's in his time of the moon cycle.😂😊

Full moon

A/n: so like-- idk how to do some parts of it, but yeh- but don't worry, I'll try the other half.

My masterlist

Full moon og series

"Don't worry sweetie, uncle Shachi and will take good care of you." (Y/n) said as she comforted Clara.

Meanwhile, Cora refuses to let go of law. Hell, he'd have to take off his clothes if he wants to leave.

Then again, it's the first time the two toddlers would be away from their parents for the night. Considering they're now five.

"Hush now... We'll be back in the morning, we promise..." (Y/n) smiled as Clara pouted.

"How come papa can come and we don't!" She huffed

"You little-!!" Law groaned as he tried to pull Cora off him only for the kid to grip his shirt even tighter

"No." The boy muttered.

"Hmm... What about this..." (Y/n) smiled, "me and papa will bring you and Cora to the aquarium next week, what do you say?"

"Aquarium... And pool!" Clara says happily

"Mhmm, we'll take you there as long as you two be good little babies for uncle Shachi, yeah?"

"Okie! Cora! Quick! Papa and Mama will bring us to the aquarium next week!" Clara said as her brother immediately let's go of Law and hoped down.

It was now clear who Cora listens to other than his parents...

Giving the twins a quick kiss, Law and (y/n) left to go and have their date.

It's been a while since they had a date...

Totally not because of the twins being born.

(Y/n) had to physically restrain Law from anything when it's his time of the moon cycle...

And right now, Law is restraining himself in order to get this date the most romantic it's ever been.

"You are so unlucky" (y/n) laughed, "it's full moon. But you ARE lucky the kids aren't home. So I guess that's a win win"

"Stop teasing me..." Law groaned, "or else I'll turn this car around and just fuck you senseless. Fuck the reservation."

She just chuckled, "I know... But it is quite nice that... You know..."

"I know..." He echoed with a small smile.

They soon arrived at the restaurant with a small chat.

One that would distract him from his urges to just pounce on her at the parking lot.

It was a blur after that, really... Them eating, having a great time, Law handing her a bouquet of flowers, and they're on their way home.

But as soon as the front door was closed and locked, Law let out his tail and ears that begged to be let out the whole evening, he sighed in relief once they were out.

"It was so suffocating..." He groaned and he wrapped his arms around her waist as she removed her make up.

"Why didn't you tell me? We could've left early" she laughed as he nuzzled his face against her neck.

"I want you to have a good time..." He pouted and was on the verge of throwing a tantrum.

"Anywhere with you is a great time, Law..." She smiled as she turned around in his hold and placed her hands on his cheeks, "how's your moon cycle taking a toll on you?"

"Oh right"

Before she knew it, she was being thrown on the bed roughly as law crawled over her. "You teased me all night long" he growled as he took off his shirt

"Technically, just 4 hours worth." She laughed softly once more as he huffed and pulled all her clothes off, "law... You're that hungry?"

"What can I say? My beautiful wife is just as beautiful as no one because in my eyes, you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen" he smiled softly and kissed her deeply while squeezing her mounds of flesh.

"You've always wanted to this, Huh?" She chuckled, knowing he loved to stare whenever she'd breastfeed the children.

"I wonder if there's some milk left..."

"Are snow leopards like cats? Really?" She smiled as he lowered his head to her right mound

"I don't know what you're talking about" he huffed, the thought of being compared to a cat astounds him.

He licked her nipple just a little and squeezed it, seeing some milk leak out.

"Law... If you're really going to drink that..." She groaned before mewling at the feeling of him biting it, "... Fuck... Be my guest..."

He smiled a little before sucking the ever living shit out of her nipple, milking her until it's gone for now and switching to the other, all while (y/n) made small noises as she blushed slightly.

Law eventually had enough and sat up, licking his lips.

It was evident he was happy by how his tail was standing up.

"Law..." She smiled as he took off the rest of his clothing and leaned against her

"Yes, love?" He asked with a smile.

"You..." She chuckled softly, "you're kind of a cat."

"Oh please-"

"And I love cats..." She smiled

"Mmmhh... You better do." He huffed before placing a hand on her thigh, sliding it inside and up to her wet folds.

He sat up slightly just to pull her legs far apart and see her glistening entrance just waiting to be played with.

"Come on Law..." She whined a bit before gasping at the feeling of his thumb rub against her clit and his tattooed fingers plunge inside her.

His fingers played with her insides, rubbing, curling them, and even squelching them against that spot inside her that made her see stars.

"L-law...! Please..." She gasped as he pulled his fingers out and observed them.

She watched as he licked his fingers clean.

He eventually settled between her legs with a chuckle, "my apologies if you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow... Like usual."

"Oh shut up" she huffed

He rolled his eyes playfully as he placed her legs on her shoulders and aligning himself to her entrance.

"Now be a good girl and just keep moaning for me, alright?"

"Mmhhhm..." She whined a little before gasping and arcing her back when Law plunged himself inside in one thrust. "Law...!"

"My bad... I forgot it's also been a long time since we had this..." He chuckled, he clearly intended that to happen

"You little-!!" She groaned but moaned loudly when law pressed her legs down to her shoulders and started to thrust deep inside.

The position let him be as fast and as hard as he can without any trouble, in which he immediately did once he realized that.

(Y/n) soon turned into a moaning mess, pleasure filled tears streaming down her face and her eyes rolling back as Law continues to bully her sorry cunt.

"That's right baby..." He smiled, "moan for me..."

He thrusted even more after that, determined to make her come at least twice before he leaves his seed deep inside her womb. The tip of his dick pressing against her cervix every thrust.

The first time she came, she was still sensitive and Law kept going. Not letting her rest, overstimulating her to the point of her second orgasm.

"L-law...! I-i cant-" she gasped and moaned loudly.

"I know, I'm close..." He groaned, "just a little bit more."

After a few more, Law came deep inside her. Against her cervix.

She can feel his warm seed planting deeper than her womb.

"L-law...! Ah..." She gasped.

"Oi... Don't sleep yet. I'm still not done... Remember... It's been 5 years since we last done this." He smirked darkly, "we're finishing it. Tonight."

"Oh dear..."

Next day...

"Mama... Why do you look so tired?" Cora shyly asked as the two watched Clara annoy the hell out of Law by climbing on his back.

(Clara is a little gremlin)

"What...? Oh... It's just uhm..." She hummed, thinking of an answer to an innocent of a toddler.

"Papa just put a baby inside mama. You'll have a sibling in a few months" Law smirked as (y/n) glared at him

"Huh? But then... How does a baby get INSIDE of mama?" Clara said as she paused for a moment

"Ah- well..." (Y/n) hummed

"Se-"

"Law."

Extra:

Ace and Sabo wanted to meet the little ones, only for them to be more behaved than Luffy who's literally chewing his now much more durable leash.

"Mama... Why is he wearing a leash...?" Clara asked

"He's... Uhm... He's uncontrollable sweetie..." (Y/n) answered.

"Mama..." Cora called, "where is he...?"

"NOT AGAIN!" Sabo and Ace yelled.

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scekrex · 2 months

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You know who it is, it's ya boy! 🕺

So. Obviously a crack fic, if anyone is wondering - no, I don't smoke pot, I'm just very stupid with dumb, but creative ideas, about Adam, Lute and the reader having a mission given to them from Sera, we're they have to got to the Earth in their human disguises (Of course Adam is just Adam without the mask and brown eyes, because Alex Brightman, fuck yeah) to do some business with some of the governments. What they didn't think of is the fact that when they got their human disguises, they also came with human traits, like being able to get absolutely hammered. Like for angels it would take a lot of alcohol (I'm looking at you Castiel when you drank a whole ass liquor store) to get drunk, but humans have a weaker immune system when it comes to percentages. So Adam the drunkest of them all getting the amazing idea of stealing a shopping cart, a little less drunk reader agreeing and them running off before Lute could stop them, Adam in the cart, reader pushing. In the end they accidentally drove off the sidewalk and launched themselves into the damn brook. Lute panicked before they emerged, laughing their asses off, Adam just started to glide his hands over his clothes as if he wanted to hand wash them. Here cue the meme:

-I'M WASHING ME AND MY CLOTHES

-He's drunk as fuck

-Biiitch, I'm washing me and my clothes 😌

With the "I'm washing me and my clothes" being Adam, "He's drunk as fuck" being Lute and the reader just floating in the water next to Adam wondering what the hell he was doing before catching the vibe and doing the same. Now imagine Sera just wanting to check on them and their progress through that orb in Heaven like during "You didn't know" 😂 Miss girl would face plam so hard her big ass lashes would fly off her face 😂😂😂

Bro. Bro I adore you and I adore your fucking crack prompts, they're my new favorite thing to write. So here ya go babes

Drunk 'n' Nasty

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, use of alcohol, yet another crack fic

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Lute grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the bar entrance, Adam had already been grabbed by his shirt to keep him from entering the building. “No, Sera explicitly said that we need to get this over with as fast as possible,” the lieutenant spoke in a firm voice as she dragged both you and your husband away from the pub, “So we will finish the job and then straight up head back to heaven.”

You pounded at her, “You’re no fun, c’mon Lute just let us have one drink, in and out in no time.” But the exorcist shook her head and stood her ground, “No. One drink will lead to two and two drinks will lead to you and Adam getting completely wasted.” Adam wiggled out of her grip and slapped the hand she had wrapped around your wrist. Yes, Sera had given you orders, but where was the fun in having human disguises if you weren't able to enjoy the night on earth?

“Oh fucking quit it, danger tits, we all know it will end like that either way,” Adam groaned and rolled his eyes, “Loosen up, bitch.” Lute side eyed the first man critically but eventually gave in with a sigh. She wordlessly stepped aside so the two of you were able to enter the crowded bar and Adam dragged you inside before Lute was able to change her mind again. “Let’s fucking go,” the brunette cheered and sat down at the counter. He patted his thigh as his now brown eyes caught yours, “C’mere babes.” That he didn't need to tell you twice, you closed the small gab that was left between the two of you and sat down on his thigh as the first man ordered two shots of whiskey for the both of you, he knew Lute wouldn't drink, she appeared to be quite tense ever since the three of you had arrived on earth.

Once the drinks were put down in front of you, you immediately reached for the tiny shot glass and downed it in one go by tilting your head back, Adam's eyes were locked on your throat as he was able to see how you swallowed the liquid, a nasty grin appeared on his lips as he leaned in a little closer to you, “Fuck, how often will I get that view tonight?” “Depends,” you grinned back at him, the pleasant yet unusual burn of alcohol made you shiver slightly, “How often do ya wanna see it, pretty boy?” Adam leaned in even closer until his lips brushed softly against your ear and his hot breath hit your face, “I don't think I will ever get enough of it.” And with that he downed his own shot just to slam the empty glass on the counter and ask the bartender for another round.

“Sir,” Lute had managed to get through the crowd somehow and was now standing behind you, “That was your one shot, we'll leave now.” Adam looked at you, it was so weird to see the first man with dark brown eyes instead of bright golden ones, but it was something you could get used to, they seemed honest, not that his golden eyes were serving you lies but the brown orbs just felt different, more personal. “Lute, do us a fucking favor and find some dude who will pull that massive fucking stick outta your ass so we can enjoy ourselves for a little while,” your husband shared his opinion on Lute's behavior towards the both of you, then he turned around again to focus on the drinks on the counter. The first man raised his glass, you did the same and in union you purred, “To us.” Another shot was swallowed and you slowly felt your cheeks heating up because of the alcohol. Oh how you had missed the burning liquor.

“I will regret this,” Lute grumbled as the exorcist sat down on the stool next to you. Your eyes beamed at her and you were quick to order three cocktails, visibly happy that she had decided to join you. “Just because I'm sitting down doesn't mean I will drink with you, it's enough of a burden that you two are,” she hissed and eyed the neon pink drink suspiciously as it was placed in front of her. “Don’t be such a princess, it's just one drink,” Adam commented and pushed the pretty looking drink a little closer to Lute. She however, simply passed it to some chick that was passing by. And that was the moment you chose to ignore the woman for the rest of the evening. If she was fine with staying sober and doing as stupid fucking Sera said, so be it, you and Adam however had other plans.

It didn't really take long for the alcohol to actually punch you two in the face though, heaven offered no such things as alcohol, weed, crack or nicotine so the tolerance bar for Adam and you was basically on the floor. And that was probably part of the reason why the two of you had one hell of a blast running away from Lute.

And then Adam spotted the supermarket that wasn't too far away from the pub so he made quick work of picking you up bridal style and then he was on his way to investigate whatever it was that was going on there. “What now, big guy, are we taking off together? Away from stick-in-the-ass-Lute and go-fuck-yourself-Sera?” you chuckled as the brunette continued to carry you over to the empty parking lot. “Damn fucking right, babes,” Adam agreed. The taller man let you down once your destination was reached and he immediately saw something new he wanted to investigate.

The fucking shopping carts.

So you tagged along, mainly to make sure Adam wouldn't hurt himself but also because you were curious too. You weren't quite sure how, but somehow Adam had managed to disconnect the metal chain from the cart, the first man was pulling it away from the others and as soon as it stopped moving, he climbed in it to sit down, “What are you waiting for, bitch, fucking push me!” Adam pointed to the street.

Lute had just managed to catch up to you two drunken asses as you rushed past her. You pushed the shopping cart as fast as physically possible, “Fuck yeah,” Adam yelled and threw his fists in the air, that man was having the time of his life - or well, existence. Either way it was fun, you two were having fun.

Lute on the other hand regretted every single decision that had led her to his exact moment, if she could she would punch her past self for even agreeing to coming with you. Fuck what had she been thinking, that you two would take this serious for once? Yeah, dead fucking wrong.

It was all fun and games until you stumbled over your own feet, lost control of the cart and pushed it right into the brook that was besides the sidewalk you had been running on. Your alcohol clouded brain didn't even think of letting go and therefore you fell with Adam. Instead of being bummed about it, you thought of this as an upgrade though, because now you were floating on water.

“Adam look,” you called for your husband, “I’m floating.” Adam turned around in order to see what you were doing and chuckled at the sight. “‘m washin’ me ‘n’ my clothes,” the brunette explained what he was doing as he slid his hands all across his body, crumbling up his very wet clothes.

Lute had finally managed to fully catch up to you and just watched you with annoyance. “He’s drunk as fuck,” she grumbled, clearly talking to you but you simply shook your head violently, you somehow managed to get over to where Adam was washing himself and his clothes and helped him by sliding your hands all over his body too, “Bitch, we're washing him and his clothes.”

The brunette turned around to face you and poked your chest, “If you handsome bitch keep touching me like that I might just fuck you right here, right now,” the words he spoke were a little hard to understand die to the alcohol he had been drinking earlier. But hard to understand didn't mean impossible to understand, because as soon as your brain had processed the words your husband had spoken you pressed your entire body against his, your wet clothes clinging onto each other.

“Oh Lord have mercy,” Lute prayed as she covered her ears and turned around so that she wouldn't have to watch.

“Yeah? What's stopping you, big guy?” you were up for the challenge, if he wanted to fuck you right there, then he should get to do that. At least that's how you saw it.

Sera had a gut feeling that told her to check on the group and so she did. But what she saw was something she surely hadn't expected. Lute was standing on the sidewalk, the woman was still covering her ears and had squeezed her eyes shut in order to tune out what was happening behind her back.

Because Adam and you were standing in a brook, both fully naked. Sera immediately regretted what she had just done, she wanted to unsee what her eyes had been able to see. She stopped the transmission in an instant. That had simply been too much for her nerves, she had also made the decision to never address what was currently going down on earth.

Spoiler: Adam was going down on you.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 7 months

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Can you write jealous Fenrys with some fluff at the end?🥰

Okay... this took a turn... I apologize but it did 😂

Jealous

He trusted you. There was not an ounce of fear in his heart that you would leave him. He knew you. Knew in ways no one did. No one could. No one would get to. But oh, did it grind Fenrys's gear, when he had to watch males twirling around you like moths around a glass of ale. Was his scent not there? Didn't they feel it lingering? The smell of a mate. The smell of a male that had her. Had her in more than one way.

But he had told himself that he was not going to become like those other territorial bastards. He was not gonna try to fuel his pride by jumping into pointless tassels over you. What was there to prove? You never entertained the males. You always came back to him.

"That girl of yours... Man, bet she rocks your world", a stranger clapped Fenrys on the shoulder as he walked by, barely standing on his feet. Lorcan let out a low laugh and Fenrys was quick to send him a death glare. "No, but tell us, how much does she rock your world?", Lorcan asked and it took all of his strength for Fenrys to not jump over the table and tackle Lorcan to the ground.

The uneasy tightness ripped at Fenrys's chest. It didn't help that your relationship was new too. Fenrys had known you for decades yes but only recently had you finally lowered your guards and took a step forward with him. So Fenrys, maker, and all the stars above, he didn't want to come up as possessive. But each and every cell in his body screamed in desire to keep you close.

To be able to touch you at any given moment. To be able to sense your presence near. To know. To know that he had finally found him forever. Had found his happiness in you.

His senses suddenly flood out. Bubbling over the top. The music got too loud. The laughter around him made him want to rip at his ears. Fenrys gripped the table tightly his fea hearing betraying him as all he could focus on now were males talking. "Look at her hips", "Can you imagine just how good she would look...", with that Fenrys jumps up. Hand ripping at the collar of his shirt. He looked like a lost pup, twisting and turning until he practically fell through the door. "Get, Y/N", Gavriel said coldly as he followed the boy. Lorcan raised to his feet in a heartbeat.

You had Lorcan's cloak on as you rushed through the street. Letting your senses guide you. The situation was scarcely explained to you by Lorcan, and you had indeed shown him a middle finger for teasing your boyfriend like that. But he had also been the one to say that all this could be because of a suppressed mating bond. A frenzy of emotions that reached its highest climax.

You eased a breath as you noticed Gavriel and Fenrys standing by the dock. Fenrys was pacing aimlessly. Hand in the air while Gavriel just stood there. A calming presence. A shore for the wave to crash on. "Fen...", you breathed out, his eyes instantly turned towards you but then his eyebrows crunched. "Take it off, that, that off", he stepped closer, trying to get hold of Lorcan's cloak that covered your body. A gesture with no bad intentions. Just the timing now was wrong.

You shrugged it off, letting it pool on the damp concrete. Gavriel stepped between the two of you, "I think this here might be...", he stated but you still walked closer to Fenrys. "Lorcan told me. I got this", you reassured the lion. Those suppressed frenzies were rare. Just as rare as mates hurting each other in an outburst of emotions. You reached for Fanrys who was breathing heavily. Guiding his arms to lay upon your body.

"I'm here", you muttered, "I'm with you", your eyes searched his. "They all...", Fenrys breathed out, eyes darting to the tavern. But you quickly guided his face towards you. "Ground yourself", you said softly. You laced your hands around his torso, melting into his strong chest. Fenrys let out a deep growl. His hands held onto your hips. The roaring in his head faded. Filled with the sensation of your heart beating.

You looked up to him, "I'm yours. Body and soul. They all can talk all they want", you stated firmly now. You needed him to believe it too. As much as you did. "Because even if the world was ending, I'd still be yours", you reached deep within yourself. Flowing deep within your senses where a bond you knew lurked was. Pulling at it softly. Awakening it. Wanting nothing more but to link your life to Fenrys's forever. The white wolf let out a deep sigh as that big black void filled with you. A feeling of you. He rested his forehead on yours. Breathing finally back to normal. You smiled at him sweetly. "I'm afraid I'm even more in the mood to rip them apart for their words now", Fenrys snickered but you only rolled your eyes. "On that note, I'll walk myself out", Gavriel chipped, making you both turn his way. Fenrys let out a low growl but you pulled at his hand, laughing.

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blueraineshadows · 11 months

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Let's Take Turns...

This is shameless, purely indulgent, SMUT

I blame @simpy-slytherin for posting THIS and giving me the raging burn this morning 😂

Seb x F!MC x Garreth - yes, you read that right!

NSFW 🔞 barely a plot, just naughty adults, playing with fire 🔥🌶

MC wandered into the boxing club hoping to see either Garreth or Sebastian. They had both been vying for her attention lately, and she thought both were attractive in their own ways. Such a hard choice though, and she was enjoying the flirtatious fun she had going with the both of them.

Sounds of fighting reached her ears, and she saw both of her suitors in the same ring, hashing it out. Oddly, the rest of the club was empty. Intrigued, MC wandered closer.

From the tone of their voices and the aggressive hits, she realised that they were fighting for real. Both of them were bleeding, and their words made her pause. They were fighting over her.

First of all. Idiots. It was her choice. Second of all, she was torn between breaking it up, and watching it play out, because phew! They looked so fucking hot, all sweaty and bloodied up, muscles ripped and working hard. And all for her.

She wasn't gonna lie, she was seriously turned on. A wicked little smirk curved her lips. Time to have some fun with these two.

So engrossed in their fighting, they didn't notice her at first until she slipped through the rope of the boxing ring. They paused, stepping back from each other, wiping the sweat and blood from their faces.

She clicked her tongue, slowly shaking her head. "Oh dear, boys," she said, playfully. "You weren't fighting over me, were you?"

They were both scowling, all hyped up. She moved so that she was in between them.

"He started it," Sebastian snapped, jabbing a finger at Garreth.

"Fuck off, Sallow," Garreth grumbled. "You act like you own her or something."

"Does he now?" MC said, twirling to face Sebastian. She licked her lips, slowly, and he definitely watched her do it. She stepped forward and lightly gripped his sweaty t-shirt, his eyes widening in surprise. She leant forward as if to kiss him, then quickly turned, still holding on to him. She looked at Garreth.

"I think you boys should kiss and make up," she said, lightly.

Sebastian balked immediately and Garreth huffed a harsh sigh to suggest 'as if'. Both of them rejecting that idea, loudly. MC giggled. She crooked her finger at Garreth. "Come here," she demanded, seductively.

He almost made the step forward, but then looked at Sebastian who was glaring at him over MCs shoulder. He shook his head. "Rather not," he said.

MC pouted. "Shame," she sighed. "Because, whoever makes the first move, gets to kiss me first."

Both of them sucked in a breath.

"What?" Sebastian demanded.

"Seriously?" Garreth asked. He shrugged, giving that idea a surprised, but reasonable look. He moved forward. "I'm game!"

MC grinned in delight as Garreth moved towards them. Sebastian immediately went to jump back. "Get fucked, Weasley! Don't you dare!"

MC tightened her grip on his tshirt. She wasn't letting him go anywhere. This was too much fun. She enjoyed a good tease. Garreth paused and she impishly put her palm against his sweaty, bare chest. She hummed in appreciation as she caressed his firm flesh.

"Seeing as you made the first move, I can reward you now. You've earned a kiss," MC said.

Garreth flushed, his lips parting. Sebastian struggled to get away from MC's grip. "What the fuck?!"

MC turned her head to give him a commanding look. "If you behave, then you will be rewarded too. Would you like that?"

The conflict on his face was delicious. She smiled sweetly, scratching her finger nails lightly against his chest. He swallowed, hard, but kept still.

MC smiled and faced Garreth. He was raring to go, eager for his reward. MC tilted her face up and he kissed her, firmly, mouths immediately parting for a deep, claiming kiss. His hands slid around her waist, firm, caressing, sexy. Mmm, he was good.

MC could feel Sebastian bristling, tensing under his t-shirt. She still hadn't let go, in fact, she tugged him in closer, making a delicious, sweaty sandwich of herself.

She pulled out of Garreth's kiss and he tried to go in for more. She pressed fingers to his mouth, stopping him. "Now, now Garreth, don't be greedy," she smirked. He was grinning against her fingers, eyes burning with lust.

MC winked at him. "Sebastian is being a good boy, so patient, it's his turn now."

MC had barely turned her face to him before Sebastian claimed her mouth, his kiss desperate, claiming, his hands possessive as he gripped her hips. MC moaned at the intensity of his kiss, her breath stolen as his tongue swirled.

She was aware of Garreth's body heat at her back, he felt close. She reached a hand down behind her, fumbling until she could feel the hard length of his arousal through his shorts. She rubbed her palm against it and heard his groan.

Fuck, this was hot!

Sebastian grunted in disapproval, pulling her hips against his to find some friction against his own throbbing cock.

MC was burning up, Sebastian was kissing her so thoroughly, and now, Garreth was sliding his hands up her thighs, pushing up the fabric of her dress. What had she started!? Who cares? She was fucking soaked!

Garreth's hands touched Sebastian's and Sebastian attempted to smack them away. MC immediately broke the kiss, shoving her hand against Sebastian's chest. A long string of saliva connected their wet lips and Sebastian licked it free, his eyes a raging inferno of frustration and desire.

"Play nice!" MC panted fiercely. She glanced between them both. "Isn't this much better than fighting?"

Garreth had a hand on her arse cheek and he gave it a playful squeeze. "This is fucking sexy!"

Sebastian made a sound of disgust. "For fuck sake," he muttered.

MC lifted an eyebrow. "I don't know what you're huffing about, you're loving it just as much." She slid her hand down to palm him through his shorts. "Mmm, you really like it, you're rock hard."

Sebastian bit back a moan, still glaring at Garreth. "I'd be happy to show you what I can do with it, but not with him here."

"I'm not leaving unless you do," Garreth said. He was loving this.

MC sighed, stroking both of their chests. "Oh dear, what are we going to do? I just can't decide. I can't help but feel rather greedy. You have no idea what you both do to me."

Both men looked at each other, Garreth keen, Sebastian strained. MC squeezed her thighs together and moaned. "Fuck, I'm so wet."

Sebastian made a pained sound, his shoulders slumping. He looked at Garreth who nodded and grinned. "Top or bottom, mate?"

MC's smirk was wicked as she looked at them both. "How about we just flip and take turns with that?"

.........

OMFG and breathe!!! 🥵 want more? Part 2

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow #mc x sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #blueraineshadows #garreth weasley #sebastian sallow smut #mc x garreth weasley #garreth weasley smut #seb x mc x garreth

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multifandomfanfic · 2 years

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Hi! Okay so hear me out 😂 Reader is Iceman’s daughter and she’s dating Hangman but she comes clean to him about wanting to sleep with Bradly too. One night Jake comes home from work and has Bradly in tow and together they both take care of her.

Great Balls of Fire

Pairing: Hangman x fem! reader x Rooster

Warnings: Smut, threesome, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, Eiffel Tower, face fucking, brief male masturbation, voyeurism, language, hair pulling

Word Count: 6.4k

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain.

Too much love drives a man insane.

You broke my will.

But what a thrill.

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!

“Come on, baby, let’s get out of here.”

Hangman yanked on my bicep, attempting to drag me to the Hard Deck's main entrance. He begged me to leave as soon as he'd finished messing with Bradshaw. I, on the other hand, refused to leave, wanting to stay just a little longer. He was enraged that everyone's focus had shifted to Rooster, escalating his frustration and increasing his desire to flee.

"Jake, I don’t want to go yet!”

I tried not to sound angry. I didn't want to enrage Hangman even more.

I yanked back, my gaze fixed on Rooster, who was banging soulfully on the piano while others laughed and danced joyfully around him. I wanted to be a part of the action instead of being dragged around constantly by Hangman.

“Why?! There’s no reason for us to stay!”

"Yeah, well, there’s no reason for us to leave either!”

The veins began to bulge along Rooster’s neck as he belted his song, swinging his head around happily. He was perspiring but didn't seem to mind or even notice. All he cared about was making other people happy with his fantastic piano playing.

“Hey!”

Over the din of happy customers, Hangman yelled. He drew me back and spun me around until our chests collided, his grip on my biceps tightening.

“Stop gawking at Bradshaw and let’s get the hell out of here.”

I stared blankly into his eyes, trying desperately to think of a compelling reason to stay. Hangman’s dull nails sank into my biceps as he furrowed his brows in angry confusion.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Y/N?”

His grip on my arms was becoming increasingly painful. I yanked on my arms, attempting to free myself from his powerful grip.

“Fuck, Hangman, you're hurting me!"

Jake broke free from his enraged stare, releasing my arms and providing me with much-needed relief. The pressure from his firm grip dissipated almost instantly, leaving crescent-shaped nail marks that burned as my skin tried to piece itself back together.

He raised his hands and showed me his open palms, indicating that he was done being handsy.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t know what came over me. Are you okay?”

He swung his head around to catch a glimpse of my arms to assess the damage, dropping his hands to his sides. I suddenly felt very exposed. I shielded myself by crossing my arms over my chest, hoping to keep him from seeing any of me.

“I'm fine, Jake. Don’t worry about it.”

He brought our gazes back together, and I could detect genuine sympathy in his eyes.

“Do you wanna stay?”

I swiveled my head around until I could lock my gaze on Rooster. He was giggling and singing, belting out a tune between guffaws. He pushed the heat to the back of his mind, the fun clouding his senses as a layer of sweat appeared on his tanned skin, dripping down his face and into the collar of his Hawaiian shirt.

The piano was slightly out of tune from the thousands of people who had fondled the keys over the many years. If anyone else had been playing, people would stare at the individual like they had three eyes. Nobody, however, could match Rooster's incredible charisma, which made anything he did appealing, including playing an out-of-tune piano while belting a song despite never having taken singing lessons.

“Yeah. I think I’d like to stay.”

I stated. However, Hangman was unable to hear me due to the din of the joyful bar patrons.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

Bradley concluded his song with a final slam of the piano, then stood to receive praise and pats on the back from his pilot friends. After he had finished speaking with his close friends, several strangers who had thoroughly enjoyed the performance expressed their undying admiration for his abilities. Rooster smiled broadly as he greeted them, his pearly white teeth starkly contrasting against his dark mustache and tanned skin in the low light ambiance of the bar. Then, unexpectedly, his eyes drifted through the crowds and met my gaze. Despite his black aviator sunglasses, I could tell his eyes were on mine.

I froze, my eyes widening as I stared blankly through his sunglasses' black lenses. He gave me a small wave and a wide smile before returning his gaze to the people who were desperately trying to catch his attention in order to compliment his impeccable piano skills.

“Hey Y/N, you alive?”

I suddenly felt compelled to leave. I’d hate for Rooster to later confront me about gawking at him, as Bradley was most likely getting a kick out of capturing one of his adversaries' eyes. I didn't want him to tease me about my ravenous gaze in front of Hangman, who was naturally possessive.

I swiveled my head back to Hangman, who was staring at me with a furrowed brow, slightly concerned about my enigmatic behavior.

“No! I think I’d rather leave. But, thanks for offering Jake.”

Jake's brows were raised in surprise.

“Really? But a second ago-“

“I know! But, I just realized how tired I am and I think going home would be the better option.”

It was a terrible lie, and my tone was anything but convincing. Jake, on the other hand, was unaware of my secret and had no reason to believe anything was going on inside my head other than a dramatic shift in my viewpoint.

“Okay. If that’s what you wanna do.”

“That is what I wanna do.”

Jake flashed me one of his famous sly grins and extended his hand to me, his open palm standing upright. I slapped my palm against his, returning his smile before allowing him to pull me out of the bar. Hangman didn't say goodbye to any of his friends as most of his comrades were rolling their eyes at the attention Rooster was receiving and hitting pool balls aggressively into holes with long wooden sticks far away from the front entrance.

We rode in his white Mustang all the way home. Hangman, as is customary, sparked a discussion.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you tonight.”

He said apologetically as he kept his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead of him, illuminated only by his headlights.

“It’s okay, Jake.”

Hangman preferred to return home via the back roads. He had a strange soft spot for long sensual drives with his lover, as rough and intimidating as his demeanor could be to those who encountered him.

Hangman reached his arm over the center console, laying his hand on my leg as his thumb rubbed circles into the soft skin of my inner thigh. Typically a situation similar to this one would build tension in my lower abdomen, but this night had been far too mentally draining for me to feel any form of arousal.

Hangman didn’t appear to care, as if his intention from the start wasn’t to make me wet with desire. He simply allowed his calloused palm to rest on my thigh as I stared blankly out the window, mindlessly watching the dark houses quickly go by.

“Y’know the way you were staring at Bradshaw almost made me think you wanted him to fuck you.”

Hangman laughed loudly, hoping I would stroke his comically large ego and laugh with him while proclaiming my unconditional love for him. But my mind was far too preoccupied with not panicking to worry about Hangman’s inflated ego.

“Y/N?”

He asked softly, my head turned away from him, my heart nearly exploding with nervousness.

“Y/N?!”

He asked, his tone encompassing a hard edge in order to capture my attention.

“What!?”

I exclaimed, turning my head to meet his gaze. The look he gave me sent shivers up my spine. He was angry, truly enraged by my lack of words.

Hangman was forced to pull his gaze away from me and back onto the road in order to avoid a crash.

He recoiled his hand angrily from my thigh and placed it on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white.

“I fucking knew it.”

Hangman's jaw was clenched, muscles protruding from the sides of his cheeks.

“You’ve been thinking about Bradshaw while I’m balls deep inside of you.”

I gulped, unwilling to admit what I knew Hangman was implying.

“Haven’t you?”

He asked, not wanting to look me in the eyes. Instead, he glared angrily at the road ahead, his Adam's apple bobbing in frustration as he gulped.

“God dammit answer me!”

He let out a spontaneous yell, and I recoiled. Jake slammed his hand into the steering wheel, his loosened grip cursing the car to drift. Hangman held the car steady, his face flushed with rage.

“Jake…”

“Yes or no. I don’t want any fucking excuses just answer me with yes or no.”

He hissed through his teeth, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

I could give a logical explanation as to why I had thought about Bradley during sex. But Hangman didn’t want me to explain.

“Let me explain-“

“I don’t want you to fucking explain I want you to answer me!”

“Well if you don’t let me-“

“Yes or no!”

He screamed, the veins in his neck bulging as he slowly pressed his foot onto the gas, the speed crescendoing rapidly.

“YES!”

I snapped back as I watched Hangman's face contort from rage to pain. As his lips pursed into a fine line, his brows returned to a neutral position. He took his foot off the gas, and the car quickly returned to a safe speed.

“No but… not just him.”

Hangman scoffed in frustration.

“What the hell do you mean?”

“Like…”

God, I was about to confess a secret I had spent the previous three months trying to keep hidden. As the embarrassment finally reached my body, my face flushed hot and blood rushed to my cheeks.

“Both of you.”

Hangman cocked his brow in confusion.

“Both of…”

His voice trailed off, the realization finally setting in.

“Oh.”

My stomach flipped. This was extremely humiliating. Hangman was naturally possessive of those he loved. I knew this would not go down well with him and his view of what a relationship should be.

The rest of the car ride was spent in awkward silence, with the air heavy and the atmosphere thick. My chest heaved as I struggled to breathe, but I tried not to show Hangman that every nerve ending in my body was burning with humiliation.

Hangman pulled up to the Kazansky household. I'd been visiting my father because his health was deteriorating rapidly, and I knew I needed to spend some much needed quality time with him before he passed away.

“Thank you for driving me, Jake.”

“You're welcome.”

Hangman had transformed into a lonely facade, his body devoid of any emotion. He was staring straight ahead with lifeless eyes, his hands on the steering wheel, his breath even.

“Goodbye.”

As I stepped out of Hangman's car and shut the door behind me, he didn't say goodbye. My hands quickly moved back and forth at my sides, propelling my feet to move faster as I hurried to my front door. I didn't give a damn if Hangman mocked me for trying to get out of the awkward situation. He now hates me. My wonderful relationship with Hangman had come to an end.

I tried not to slam the door, as my father was probably getting some much-needed beauty rest. I rushed up the stairs, furious at myself, tears forming at the corners of my eyes, clouding my vision.

I should've just denied it, God. I should've joined Hangman in his laughter and professed my love for him. My relationship has now been ruined as a result of my inability to lie. My conscience would not be burdened by a small white lie. I could continue to have a happy relationship while admiring Bradley from afar.

I was happy with Hangman, super happy. He was most definitely the one for me and I’d never consider leaving Hangman for Bradley.

But I’ve heard stories about Rooster that make me fantasize about what he’s like when you catch him alone. Hangman’s cockiness plus Rooster’s slyness?

Now that was a match made in heaven.

“Bye dad, have fun at the beach!”

I waved goodbye to my father as he and my mother left to enjoy a day to themselves. After watching them safely climb into the car, I shut the door, ensuring they were safe before heading out to the sand.

Now it's time for me to wallow in self-pity as I try to figure out how to mend my shattered relationship.

I picked up my phone ten times in the span of an hour, my finger hovering over Hangman's number before I inevitably chickened out.

“Fuck. Why is this so hard?”

I eventually gave up, deciding that it was preferable to wait out the awkwardness. If I called him right now, what would I say?

Hey Jake. Sorry I confessed that I want to have a threesome with you and your enemy.

Yes, I'm sure that would be well received.

I flopped back onto the bed, my head in my hands, staring at the empty ceiling above me. I was left alone with my thoughts, my mind racing through hundreds of possibilities for how to correct the damage.

I’ll just… apologize?

Should I be sorry?

I suppose I should apologize for sharing my fantasies.

On the other hand, I'm powerless over my thoughts.

Hangman, I'm sure, has had some strange thoughts of his own.

The door unlocked with an audible click.

Shit!

I perked up, supporting my torso with my hands behind my back. My gaze was fixed on my bedroom door, as if expecting a man wearing a black ski mask to burst through and whisk me away.

I didn’t lock the door.

Shit, I didn’t lock the door.

“Y/N?!”

Hangman? What the hell was he doing here?

A thief is more likely to enter my house than Hangman. Especially after last night's humiliating confession.

“Y/N?!”

His deep voice echoed around the walls of my house and traveled to my room, where my ears heard him call my name once more.

“I’m up here, Jake!”

Hangman climbed the stairwell. God, his footsteps were awfully loud. Was he stomping his boots on the ground? The deafening sounds of his footfalls became much more coherent as he progressed up the stairwell.

Wait.

I'm sure I'm hallucinating. Hangman didn’t have four feet. How could he possibly be making four stomping noises at once?

I watched the knob twist. My bedroom door swung open to reveal Hangman.

And…

No.

No way in hell.

“Rooster?”

I inquired. I felt as if I had been thrown into the deep end of a freezing pool. My body became cold, and blood from my brain rushed to my heart as my pulse accelerated. I was thrown into a spontaneous state of shock.

Their combined gazes pounded down on me, making me feel helpless and vulnerable.

“Wow Hangman.”

Rooster began, the right corner of his mouth gradually moving into a smirk. He kept his deep brown eyes on mine, and I worried he could sense how nervous I was growing under his all knowing stare.

“I thought you were joking. But she’s so flustered and we haven’t even done anything yet.”

He crossed his arms over his broad chest, drawing my attention to his large pecs under his tight white shirt.

Hangman had vanished from my view. He was out of sight and out of mind as I locked my gaze on Rooster, my mind failing to register that this was real.

“Hey baby.”

Hangman appeared in my peripheral vision, his tone overly pleasant. I averted my gaze from Rooster, hoping to find solace in Hangman's eyes. But his gaze was as sly and mysterious as Roosters', implying that I was the only one who wasn't in on their secret plan.

Hangman took two long, slow strides towards me, his hands smugly shoved into his pockets, until he was only a foot away.

“Will you come here?”

Hangman inquired, bringing a hand from his pockets and making a "come hither" motion with his pointer finger. I rose to my feet slowly to avoid falling on my shaky knees. I didn't take my gaze away from Hangman, afraid that if I did, they'd both pounce like hungry lions.

I took a small step forward, bringing his chest to within six inches of mine.

“Come closer.”

I didn't want to come any closer. I wanted to put as much distance as possible between us. But I knew Hangman would make me do whatever he wanted, even if it meant asking me ten times.

I shuffled forward, cocking my head back to look him in the eyes.

Even when I had to tilt my head back to look Hangman in the eyes, I always felt even with him. But today, under his crushing gaze, I felt small, minuscule, and completely helpless.

Hangman slowly raised his hands, grasping the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head at a turtle's pace.

“Jake. What’s going on?”

I asked, my tone breathy and my cheeks flushed hot as he dropped my t-shirt to the side. Jake cocked a brow, scoffing loudly.

“I don’t know what there is to be confused about.”

He was perplexed by my bewilderment. My gaze was fixed on Hangman, whose face was so close to mine that I could feel his hot breath fan across my face. Rooster had vanished from my mind.

Hangman’s eyes trailed down to my chest, his calloused fingertips dragging against my skin to push the straps of my bra down my arms until they hung limply at my sides.

“We’re both gonna fuck you.”

Hangman's gaze wandered freely across my front, stepping lightly as he circled my body with the look of a hungry tiger until he reached my backside.

Jake unclipped my bra, the lack of straps allowing it to fall freely to the ground. A cool draft from the ajar window blew through my room, my nipples quickly hardening into stiff peaks.

My mind wanted to run, but my body was completely at the mercy of the two pilots as my feet were stuck to the ground in fear. Besides, it was impossible for me to deny the pinching sensation gradually building in my lower abdomen.

Hangman wrapped his powerful arms around my bare waist, pressing my back flush against his muscular chest. My neck became limp and my head fell back onto Hangman's shoulder as he connected his warm mouth to the sensitive skin on my throat.

“Can I eat her pussy Hangman?”

Shit, I forgot about Rooster.

I kept my eyes focused on the ceiling above me despite growing wet and antsy with arousal at the thought of Rooster joining the scene.

I expected his tone to be shaky, breathy, or at the very least indicate that he was slightly uncomfortable. But he was assured, cool, and collected, and his tone was even.

“I don’t know Bradshaw.”

Jake's tone encompassed a sarcastic edge. He tried to appear difficult, but I knew he had been planning this moment since the moment he proposed the idea to Rooster.

Hangman’s kisses were soft against my neck, warming me up for what was to come.

“Oh come on Hangman.”

Rooster's voice was becoming more audible, and his soft footfalls made my chest heave with excitement.

“If this is gonna work you have to share.”

He spoke as if he was talking to a kindergartner, lecturing them on the importance of sharing.

I was thoroughly surprised with the casualness of their voices. If I wasn’t about to be fucked by two gorgeous men I would assume they were speaking of the weather.

“Alright Bradshaw. I’ll hold her down for you.”

The way they spoke as if this was purely between them ignited a fire within me. The desire to be manhandled caused a pool of arousal to form inside my panties.

Hangman held my waist tight as he backed himself up to the bed, the edge slamming against the back of his knees and forcing him into a sitting position.

I fell atop his lap, my backside slamming into his semi hard cock which was beginning to strain against the confines of his jeans.

Rooster approached me slowly, his head gradually lowering as he strode over to where I was perched on Hangman's lap. I clenched my thighs together as Rooster's crushing gaze became inquisitive as he mentally planned his next moves.

Hangman's mouth became urgent. He was now biting my neck and sucking bright purple marks into the side of my throat. Jake sighed against my skin, the hot air blowing onto the tender bruises.

Rooster lowered to his knees, now tilting his head backwards to lock out gazes as he hooked a finger into the waistband of my pajama shorts. I relaxed my thighs, allowing Rooster to drag the soft fabric of my pajama shorts down my legs.

Rooster maintained intense eye contact with me as he raised his hand, pressing his calloused thumb against my clothed clit. I rolled my hips forward, urging Rooster to touch me more.

The friction I applied to Hangman’s cock ignited a low growl from the back of his throat, the vibrations reverberating around the inners of my neck.

“Stop moving. Be a good girl and sit still while Bradshaw eats your pretty little pussy.”

I gulped, the aching in my cunt already becoming unbearably painful. I had to move, I had to relieve myself from this discomfort. But grinding against Hangman's beautiful cock would only delay the thing I really wanted, a mind boggling orgasm.

Rooster hooked a finger into the waistband of my panties, peeling them off my body and exposing my soaking wet cunt.

Hangman bit a particularly tender area of my neck. I hissed through my teeth as I gripped Hangman's forearms and dug my nails into his well-defined arm muscles.

Rooster's powerful hands grabbed the undersides of my knees and threw them over his shoulders. Bradley arched his back, leaning forward until his face was just inches away from where I craved him the most.

Bradley’s scruffy mustache brushed against my sensitive inner thighs as he placed gentle kisses onto my skin. He stared at me through his lashes, catching every contortion of my facial muscles as I experienced the pleasure he gave me.

“You have such a pretty pussy.”

Rooster mumbled seductively against my thigh.

Hangman paused his brutal attack on my neck, resting his chin on my shoulder to watch as Bradley kissed my inner thighs tenderly.

Bradley buried his face in between my legs, licking a long stripe from the base of my folds to my clit. I gasped, tangling one of my hands in Roosters sandy locks.

“Fuck Hangman, she’s so wet.”

Bradley murmured directly before wrapping his warm mouth around my clit, hallowing his cheeks to harshly suck on my swollen nub.

“I would imagine, pretty girl probably touched herself to the thought of having both of us at once.”

Hangman's voice dropped to a sensual rasp.

“Have you?”

Rooster asked, pulling his glorious mouth away from my aching pussy, his mustache and lips shining with my arousal. His eyes were now soft, a stark contrast from the fiery passion his gaze encompassed only moments before. Bradley was hoping I would admit to touching myself to the thought of his cock throbbing inside of me.

I moaned at the loss of contact, hurriedly confessing the truth so Rooster would make me cum.

“Yes. Yes I have.”

I wheezed, thrusting the Roosters head back in between my legs. Bradley was now more determined to bring me to an orgasm. He tore his eyes away from mine so he could focus on making me feel good.

Hangman’s pants were growing tighter, his now fully erect cock pushing into my backside as his breath became ragged with desire. His grip on my waist became tighter as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Rooster was flicking my clit expertly with the tip of his tongue. The wet, sloppy sound coming from my wet cunt was pornographic.

I was a moaning mess, my entire naked body covered in sweat as my chest heaved with want. I bucked my hips forward into Bradley’s face, my grasp on his hair pulling multiple strands directly from the root.

My backside brushed against Hangman's rock hard cock, and I felt him throb inside his pants as he grumbled in annoyance.

“I told you not to move.”

He growled, his strong arms forcing the breath from my lungs as Rooster continued his brutal assault on my cunt.

“You’ll be wishing you never bucked your hips into Bradley’s face later when I finally get inside of you.”

Rooster’s rough mustache brushed against the skin on my pussy, adding to the growing pinch that was building inside my lower abdomen.

“Rooster, I’m gonna cum.”

He blinked, his gaze shifting to me, watching my brows knit in delight and my face contorted in arousal. The pleasure Rooster was giving to my pussy along with the fact the men were both still fully dressed had me clenching my lower abdomen in want.

“Cum on my face baby. I wanna taste you.”

Rooster's resonance emanated from his chest, his raspy tone reverberating throughout his entire body. The vibrations from his rasp sent me over the edge, my stomach loosening as I convulsed, my back arching away from Hangman's strong chest.

There were only two people in my life who were able to make me orgasm with their mouth solely, Hangman, and Rooster.

As my eyes rolled to the back of my head, I let go of Bradley's hair until my hand was simply resting atop his head. Every muscle in my body relaxed, the intense orgasm sent me spiraling into a senseless state of ecstasy.

Rooster lapped up my juices, ensuring that he didn’t waste a single drop of my arousal.

“Fuck. You taste like candy.”

He continued to lick and suck even after my cunt had run dry. I threw my head back against Hangman's stiff shoulder, taking a deep breath as Bradley tenderly sucked on my cunt, successfully bringing my mind back to earth. When Rooster realized he had tasted all there was, he lifted my limp legs from his shoulders and set them gently on the floor.

His mustache and beautifully plush lips glimmered in the soft sunlight as they were completely coated with my arousal. Rooster looked at me, his eyes soft and tender for a split second before hardening again, the fiery passion returning.

My back hit the mattress as Hangman threw me off his lap, my eyes returning to the blank ceiling above as I took a moment to mentally and physically prepare myself for what was to come.

“Alright Bradshaw, let’s take care of her.”

I shifted my gaze to the side, watching Hangman and Bradley strip. Hangman caught my attention as he grabbed his shirt collar and threw it over his head. He smirked at me, flexing his muscles subtly as he unbuckled the metal buckle on his thick leather belt.

Hangman was done stripping much faster than Bradley. He casually approached my side of the bed. His thick cock was fully erect, his tip pink and swollen, leaking beads of precum.

The aching in my cunt returned as Hangman climbed over me, my gaze directed to his fiery eyes.

Jake gently cupped my face with his calloused palm, dragging his rough thumb pad over my bottom lip.

“You look so pretty under me.”

Hangman jerked his head to the side, locking eyes with Bradley.

“Watch for now Bradshaw, maybe you’ll learn a little something.”

Jake pressed his mouth to my breastbone, kissing between my sensitive breasts as down my soft stomach.

I wanted to catch a glance of Bradley before Hangman buried himself inside my aching cunt. I twisted my neck to the side, locking eyes with Rooster.

God, he was gorgeous. Rooster was standing confidentially, watching Hangman kiss my hip bones with his muscular arms crossed over his glistening pectorals. Bradley’s perfectly sculpted abdomen glimmered in the soft San Diego sunshine.

What was most impressive was his cock. His cock was fantastic, thick in all the right places with a large vein running along the underside. Rooster was also painfully hard, the pink, swollen tip of his dick brushing against his lower abdomen with every minor shift of his body.

“Hey Hangman, your little girl is eye fucking me again.”

I tore my eyes away from Bradley’s naked body, bringing my gaze back to the empty ceiling as my face flushed red with humiliation.

“Oh, is she now?”

Hangman leaned back on his knees, gripped the soft flesh of my hips, and flipped me onto my stomach in a single motion.

Hangman pressed his erect cock to my cunt, not entering me just yet. Instead, he leaned over me, his torso pressing against my bare sweaty back, his mouth grazing over my ear.

“You shouldn’t have done that sweetheart.”

He whispered sensually, gripping his cock and dragging the swollen tip through my soaking wet folds. His dick brushed against my clit, lighting a match in my lower stomach.

I shuddered in pleasure, a chill running down my spine.

Hangman snapped his hips forward, burying himself balls deep within me.

I gasped, gripping the sheets in desperation as Hangman drew his hips back before slamming into me once more.

“Ah!”

I exclaimed, squeezing my eyes shut as the image of Rooster faded from my mind. The only thought running through my brain was Hangman's gloriously thick length pulsing inside of my walls.

“She’s nice and tight, Bradshaw.”

Hangman was rubbing it in Rooster's face, his tone mocking as he yanked my hips back to meet his rigorous thrusts.

My jaw dropped and my knees shook as I struggled to support my body. Jake snaked a hand down my back, burying his thick fingers in my roots and yanking my head back. My neck strained as Hangman tugged on my hair, revealing the bruises he'd left on my throat moments prior.

“Jake.”

I moaned and swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in my mouth.

“Bradshaw!”

Hangman's grip on my hair loosened just enough for me to turn to the side and catch a glimpse of Rooster.

His large hand was wrapped around the base of his thick cock, pumping his length. Bradley groaned everytime he thrusted his hips forward to fuck his hand, his dick pulsing as the blood rushed through his erect cock.

His eyes were rapidly traveling around the scene, unsure of where to look. Rooster dragged the pad of his thumb around the swollen tip of his cock, knitting his brows and sighing deeply.

A pulse of heat traveled to my cunt as I intently watched Rooster pleasuring himself to the scene of Hangman and I fucking.

“Bradshaw!”

Hangman yelled even louder to jolt Rooster out of his stupor. Bradley came to his senses, his hand halting its movements.

“Stop jacking off! Get over here and put you fucking cock down her throat!”

Jake tightened his grip on my hair yet again, jerking my head back to its original position, my head frozen in space once more.

“Jake!”

I screamed, the absence of Rooster causing me to focus on only one thing, the rapidly increasing pressure in my lower abdomen as Hangman buried himself balls deep inside of me with every intense thrust.

“I’m gonna cum.”

Hangman stopped, his cock resting halfway inside of my soaking cunt. I sighed, squeezing my eyes shut and almost sobbing at the loss of movement.

“Now, we can’t have you cumming so soon, can we?”

Jake's voice was sultry and sensual, his tone mocking me. Hangman released my hair, my neck sagged forward, and my eyes fixed on the wrinkled sheets beneath me.

“Alright pretty girl,”

Rooster began. He climbed onto the bed, standing tall on his knees. I regained control of my neck, cocking my head back and gazing at him through my lashes.

My pussy clenched around Hangman's thick cock as I took in the sight in front of me. Rooster’s toned chest was glistening with moisture, his lips moist with saliva.

My gaze trailed down his torso until I was eye level with his thick cock.

“You like what you see?”

I did.

I very much did like what I saw.

Rooster's cock stood fully erect, the bulging veins along its underside throbbing along with his quick heartbeat.

“Yes.”

I said weakly.

Bradley tangled his thick fingers in my hair.

“Open your mouth for me, good girl. I wanna ruin that pretty face of yours.”

I dropped my jaw, allowing Bradley to push the swollen tip of his cock past my plush lips. Hangman resumed his intense pace when Bradley thrusted into my mouth a second time, my nose brushing against the thick collection of pubic hair at the base of his cock.

Rooster threw his head backwards in unconcealed pleasure, showcasing his bobbing Adam’s apple.

“You have the perfect mouth, it’s taking my cock so well.”

The praise rushed to my cunt, where Hangman was brutally thrusting into my g spot. His dull nails dug into the soft flesh of my hips, a loud smacking sound erupting with every wet thrust.

Tears of pleasure began to fall down my cheeks as the tip of Rooster's cock slammed into the back of my throat. I tried hard to surpass a gag, wanting nothing more than to please the two navy pilots.

Rooster threw his head forward, his eyes now staring down at me.

“You look so pretty choking on my cock.”

Rooster swiped away a pleasurable tear from my cheek with his calloused thumb pad.

“She’s a pretty girl, Bradshaw, enjoy it while it lasts.”

Hangman's tone was overcome with sensual gasps. Jake had given up struggling to maintain composure. I hummed against Rooster’s cock, the desire to fall into an orgasm was overwhelming.

The vibrations travelled to Roosters length, his cock twitching on my tongue.

“Oh fuck… I’m gonna cum in your mouth, right down your pretty little throat.”

The sounds of sex bounced off the thin walls. Hangman’s cock was rapidly throbbing inside of my soaking heat as he grit his teeth and enjoyed the feeling of my walls hugging his length.

Bradley was absolutely losing his cool. The jerking of his hips had become sloppy and his moans were strangled. He ripped strands of my hair straight from the scalp as he aggressively bobbed my mouth along his thick cock.

My vision was foggy, tears clouding my eyes as I relaxed my body and allowed the men to use me for their own personal pleasure.

“Tell me how good I make you feel, baby.”

Hangman exclaimed, then scoffed loudly.

“Oh, I forgot. You’re too busy choking on Bradley.”

Bradley’s knees shook, his entire body vibrating in suit as he came in my mouth with one final twitch of his throbbing length. Roosters hot cum coated the inside of my throat, his cock stilling inside of my mouth as his dick became soft atop my tongue.

“I wanna fuck her Hangman.”

Rooster pleaded.

“Absolutely not, you're lucky I let you taste her.”

“Please…”

Rooster's voice trailed off as he gave a few slow, final thrusts of his cock to help him ride out his orgasm.

“Not a chance Bradshaw.”

Hangman said, his tone indicating that the argument was over.

Now that Bradley was done with my mouth, I focused on Hangman's cock pulsing in and out of me. His strong grip on my hips was beginning to hurt, the pain adding to the heightening pleasure.

Rooster pulled out, a long strand of white cum connecting my plush lips to the tip of his cock. Bradley hopped off the bed, quickly exiting the situation to allow us time to ourselves.

“Jake!”

I screamed, throwing my head back in pleasure as the coil in my stomach snapped and released all over his thick length.

“That’s it baby girl, cum all over my cock.”

Hangman wheezed, his sticky cum coating my walls and filling me to the brim. Jake lazily rolled his hips once he had finished fucking me silly in order to assist me in riding out my orgasm.

“God. That was so good. I’m gonna pass out.”

I spoke as my mind drifted in and out of my post orgasmic haze, my eyes fluttering shut before jolting open.

“Lay on your back. I wanna clean you up.”

Hangman pulled out of me, my pussy suddenly feeling empty without him buried inside of me. I flipped myself over onto my back, spreading my legs so Hangman could bury his face between my thighs.

Jake lapped at our combined juices, sucking and cleaning my dripping pussy as to avoid having to grab a towel.

“Where are you going Rooster?”

I asked. Rooster was already clothed and staring in the mirror directly above my dresser, attempting to fix his unruly hair.

“It’s one thing if Ice comes back and catches you and Hangman naked. But if he sees me,”

Rooster turned to face the bed.

“Well, I don’t think you’d want that.”

I pursed my lips into a straight line.

“True.”

I said flatly.

“Bye Y/N. Let’s agree to never speak of this again.”

Hangman finished cleaning me and raised his head above my thighs to lock his gaze on Rooster.

“Why don’t I get a goodbye?”

He asked, his tone overly sarcastic.

“Because fuck you Hangman.”

“That’s fair.”

They both said with a loud chuckle.

Rooster left through my bedroom door without uttering another word. What has been done is done, and there is nothing more to be said about the current circumstance.

“So…”

Hangman began, climbing over me until our chests were flush together, his body heat radiating off of him.

“Was it everything you’d hoped?”

I cocked my head to the side, as if pondering his question.

“Well, it was good until you didn’t let Rooster fuck me.”

Hangman lightly smacked my shoulder, his eyes rolling in mock annoyance.

“Oh fuck you.”

We both laughed quietly to ourselves, smiling warmly at each other.

“Are we good now?”

Hangman inquired. It made me happy to know he was still interested in pleasing me even after my weird confession.

“Yes. I think we’re good.”

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GURLLLL URRR BACKKK!! Missed seein u on my dash! Idk if ur taking requests but I got this idea I can't get out the head

Friends to lovers

Beach party kegger

Kook likes u but ya shoot em down

Pulls gun and is really bad

Jj saves u, screams/beats the hell out the kook like a mad man

Y'all confess ur feelings

And maybe uses the words "all in" and sappy happy ending 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Oh my gosh I love this idea and I hope you like what I came up with. This is SO JJ 👀😂

All In

Warnings: fluffy with implied smut, kissing, guns, violence, swearing, feeling uneasy, drug use, fighting, protective JJ, crying, friends to lovers, happy ending, prolly more so let me know if I forgot any 💚

I couldn't believe what was happening. My best friend defending my honor, all because of some stupid kook who decided to crash this kegger with his friends. Everything was harmless enough at the start, just cat calling and some whistling, you know the kind; just your general disgusting, neanderthal behavior. It was bothering me for sure but I wasn't gonna let it get to me and ruin my good time with my friends. As the night went on I could see JJ getting more and more irritated with them and the second that kook put his hands on me, his fists were flying. "DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER, ASSHOLE," JJ screamed at the kook who was trying to manhandle me into dancing with him and shoved him away from me. The kook comes right back at us and JJ immediately makes contact with his jaw, knocking him on his ass. He quickly recovers, gets back up and spits out a small mouthful of blood.

"Oh you know you like it baby," he says to me with a wink. "You know you want a piece of this," he cockily smirks, lifting up the bottom of his shirt to show off his barely visible muscles.

"And just what am I supposed to be looking at here," I say squinting and laughing as I brush him off. I hold my hand up to silently signal JJ not to charge at this guy and beat the living shit out of him.

We begin to walk away and JJ snickers at his weak attempt to entice me. I sigh and roll my eyes but feel a rough hand reach out for me again, this time harshly yanking me back and hurting my arm.

"Ouch, you asshole! What the hell," you say, a little shocked this guy was being so forward, especially with JJ right at my side. Usually the kooks just wanted to mess with me and my friends, hook up, be jerks and and occasionally get into the random fight over stupid shit. But this? This felt different, almost scary.

"Now that wasn't very nice now, was it baby doll," he says to me in a creepy monotone voice. His eyes look frighteningly dark, like there is nothing but emptiness behind them. He sniffs loudly and wipes the underside of his nose with his thumb and it all clicks for me. I can see some white residue still under his nose. He must have just gotten high. "Greaaatttt," I think to myself as I try to shake his grip off my arm. The look on JJ's face right now was one I've seen far too many times. He was ready to kill this kid but I prayed he'd take notice of me shaking my head discouragingly and trying to make him realize that this dude was totally coked out. I pointed to my own nose and tried to get my message across to him, which thankfully he understood. The last thing I want is for him to get into a crazy brawl with a maniac, especially over me. A minute passed by and we all were just kind of standing there, unsure what he was going to do. He still had his hand around my arm and he was really beginning to hurt me but I didn't wanna say anything to make JJ lunge at him, so I just kind of took it the best I could. He could tell I was wincing though and mentally, I was preparing myself for the fight of the year. Surprisingly though JJ very calmly came towards us and apologized.

"Hey, I'm sorry man," he said trying hard to sound earnest. "Sometimes I just get crazy over y/n getting attention from other guys, you know. That was my bad. I'm just very protective over her. I'm sure you can understand that," he says sincerely. I could feel my heart swelling inside my chest at his sweet words about me and had to snap myself back into the reality of the situation that was before me.

"What I understand, is that your bitch, needs to learn some fucking manners. It's not nice to laugh at someone whose just trying to show you a good time," he slowly drawls out, his grip on me becoming so tight, I nearly cry.

He looks at me whimpering and laughs. JJ clenches his fists and takes a step forward but stops himself when he sees this kook force me onto my knees and notices a gun sticking out of the back of his pants. I start to talk back but JJ puts his finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet. I give him a funny look but he pleads to me with his eyes to just stay still and stop making noise. I catch on and quickly and stop but it's too late. The kook pulls out his gun and points it directly at my head. "I think someone needs to learn their place and say they're sorry," he says in that same creepy monotone voice.

"YOU STUPID BITCH," he screams towards me. "I'M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU Y/N," he yells, tapping the gun repeatedly on to my head.

I start crying immediately and I can't seem to make my mouth move. My entire life is flashing before me and all I can keep thinking about is "I can't believe this is how I'm going to die."

I can hear JJ saying my name and he pulls me out of my spiraling thoughts but only long enough to hear that crazy coked out kook screaming again. "SHUT UP AND STOP TALKING TO HER," he yells at JJ.

"No problem man, sorry about that," he says and slowly walks towards him. The kook is pacing in small circles and waving the gun around and all I can do is watch in horror.

"Yeah she can definitely be a bitch sometimes," JJ chuckles, trying to defuse the situation. He winks at me and nods his head, making a full circle around the kook. JJ is standing in front of me now and immediately, I feel so much better. Even though I've never been so scared in my life, I almost feel safe now. Almost.

The kook continues to pace back and forth as he and JJ talk about what a bitch I can be, laughing and making fun of me. Their words hurt but they seemed to calm the kook down. A few minutes later he plopped down in the sand and sighed loudly, dropping his gun next to him. He put his head in his hands and took a deep breath, starting at the sand. JJ looked at me and to the gun and I nodded as he immediately springs into action, knocking the kook backwards while I quick grabbed the gun and threw it into the water. JJ was on top of him, punching him over and over again, him now the one screaming. "IF YOU EVER COME AROUND HERE AGAIN! IF YOU EVER FUCKING LAY A HAND ON THAT PRECIOUS BODY! I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL YOU! DON'T FOR A SECOND THINK I WON'T. I SHOULD KILL YOU RIGHT NOW YOU ASSHOLE FOR PUTTING HER THROUGH THAT! FOR PUTTING ME THROUGH THAT! FOR TRYING TO TAKE THE BEST THING I HAVE IN MY LIFE AWAY FROM ME! TRY THAT AGAIN AND I GUARANTEE YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE," he says punching him one last time, knocking him out cold. He was still alive but barely breathing. JJ saw the horror on my face and finally gets up off of him and rushes to my side. "Y/n! Are you ok? Are you hurt? Talk to me, please! Are you ok?," he begs me to answer him. I'm just kneeling in the sand beside this whole bloody scene and thinking about what just happened and I can't seem to talk or move. "Y/n? JJ gently shakes my shoulder and smooths out my hair. Y/N? He says a little louder, trying to get my attention," this time succeeding.

I let out a broken shriek and lunge into his arms, so happy to be comforted by the man kneeling before me. "J.. I...," I sob, tears streaming down my face. "I thought I was going to die," I say hysterically. "I thought we were going to die."

"I know darlin', I know" he coos into my ear as I continue to cry. "You know I'd never let that happen, y/n. You're safe with me, always," he says softly, stroking my hair and still hugging me tight.

"Oh my God," I start to say through my sobs. "And you... you stepped right in front of me...," you try to finish your thought but can't get out the words.

"I told you y/n, you're safe with me. I will never let anything bad happen to you," he says in a reassuringly soft voice. "I will always protect you."

I nuzzle into his chest and move further into his lap and cling to him for dear life. I never wanna let him go and even though I'm still shaken, I feel truly safe now. With him. Just like this.

"Now probably isn't the right time to tell you this," he says into the top of my head. He leans back a little and pushes me away slightly so I can look at him.

"Y/n?," he says, gently brushing his hand over my cheek and resting it there. "I'm in love with you," he says shakily.

My eyes go wide and I just stare at him as he leans his forehead against mine, sighing. "I've felt this way for so long y/n. Please? Say something? I thought I was going to lose you tonight. I can't stand to keep this from you another second. I'm sorry if this seems weird or out of the blue but I think I've honestly been in love with you since the moment I met you, I just didn't realize it until we were older. And then after everything that just happened, I know in my heart I had to tell you as soon as possible how I-," his words suddenly cut off and he's completely taken aback.

I can't stop myself from crashing my lips onto his and finally getting to kiss my best friend. I have been waiting for him to say something and act on his feelings for years. It just figures that a near death experience is what would finally give him the push he needed to finally tell me how he feels. I pull away and let him cup my face again, his grin giving me butterflies throughout my entire body. "So does that mean....," he starts to say before I cut him off again.

"I love you, too J. I've been waiting for you to say something for so long," I say to him, putting my head on his shoulder and hugging him again.

"So you knew?," he asks me seriously.

"I had a pretty good idea," I say leaning back up and facing him.

"Why didn't you say anything?," he groans, throwing his head back and running his hand through his hair, chuckling.

"Well...," I ponder aloud. "I just figured that you weren't ready for me to know yet and that you'd tell me once you were," I shrugged. "I didn't want to force your hand and try to start something you weren't ready for or sure about," I say genuinely.

"I've always been sure, y/n. I guess I was just scared how you'd react...I didn't want ruin our friendship. I couldn't stand the thought of you rejecting me and not having you in my life so I guess I just took the safe route all this time," he says sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well there's no turning back now, Maybank," I smile at him.

"All in?," he asks, cocking his brow at me.

"All in," I agree nodding my head and grinning.

He leans in to kiss me and the feeling of his lips against mine almost make me forget the events of tonight until we start to hear a rustling in the sand besides us.

"Shit y/n! We better get out of here before that lunatic wakes up," JJ says helping me to my feet. He grabs my hand in his and we start to run towards the car. Never in all my life have I ever been in such a scary situation but at the same time, never in my life have I felt so safe and settled. Once we get to the car, he opens the door for me and asks me once again if I'm sure I'm alright. I say yes and he reluctantly takes my word for it and closes my door. He quickly runs around the back of the car and hops in, peeling out as fast as he can. "Where to, y/n?," he asks me.

"Can I spend the night with you J?, I ask quietly. "I'm a little scared to go home to an empty house. Just for tonight?," I plead.

"You can spend every night with me y/n," he says, taking my hand in his. "Scared or not," he says bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing it sweetly.

I smile happily to myself and tell him that sounds perfect, snuggling up into his side, still holding his hand, as he drives us home.

"Thank you," I say to him quietly. "For everything."

"I'm just glad you're ok," he says, sighing as we turn onto his street.

We pull up to his empty house and sit in comfortable but heavy silence for a minute, digesting everything that's happened tonight.

"All in?," he asks me once again, staring straight forward out the windshield.

I smile at him and lift my head off his shoulder, turning so I can see his face. He turns towards me slightly and l lean my head on to his gently.

"All in," I repeat, smiling.

He slowly places his lips on mine, brushing my cheek with his thumb and sighs contently into the kiss. "You have no idea how long I've waited to do that y/n," he says pulling away and staring into my eyes. I blush at his love filled gaze and smile sweetly, his words instantly bringing back all those butterflies.

"And you have no idea how long I'VE been waiting for you to do that," I giggle, looking longingly from his beautiful eyes to his luscious lips.

"Oh yeah," he questions flirtatiously, running his free hand through his hair. "Wanna know what else I've been waiting to do with you all this time," he smirks, wiggling his eyebrow at me.

"I thought you'd never ask," I say laughing as he rushes to get out of the car and runs to my door to open it for me.

He holds out his hand and helps me step out of the car and closes the door. Still holding my hand m, he leads me towards the door but stops just short of opening it.

"I'm really glad you're ok, y/n... I don't know what I would have done if something had happened to you," he says to the ground before turning around to face me.

"And I'm really glad you're ok, J. The way you just leapt into action and stayed so calm. That was really smart thinking. You were so brave, that could have ended so badly for both of us. I don't know what I would have done either if something bad happened to you," I say and start to tear up again.

"Hey now, don't cry y/n," he says brushing the tears from my eyes. "We're both safe and sound, nothing to worry about now," he says hugging me.

"Now!," he says, sternly but silly, poking my side trying to make me smile. "TO THE LOVEMAKING," he playfully yells and hoists me over his shoulder. I giggle and roll my eyes as he quickly lets us into the house and runs us both up the stairs to his room, throwing me onto the bed and smiling at me like a love sick fool.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it! Let me know if you want a part 2! 💚

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