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ohbo-ohno · 6 months

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You ever think about Soaps mohawk getting too untidy (because it can't get too long, the longer it is the better Simon can grab it and throw Johnny around with) and Simon taking him to the hair dresser? Only it's not a hair dresser but a dog beauty lounge? And the owners are not specialized on humans and they weren't expecting a human. But no one says no to Ghost so they proceed and Johnny gets a complete wash and everything. He looks really pretty after but he was so humiliated by it that he goes into the crate voluntarily to curl up and cry once they are back on base. Doesn't help that people keep commenting on how much better it looks and are asking about the address for the hair dresser.

Also, just speaking for myself here, I adore seeing people become an insane rambling mess about the things they are insane about. Doesn't even need a red string or context. So if you ever put your thoughts on Clicker training Soap online, there would be at least one avid reader just begging for those crumbs.

you just GET ME oh my god. im always torn between two soap's - soap who is so freaky and kinky that he would let ghost do literally anything to him and enjoy it, and soap is only does what ghost tells him because he's got a massive crush but he's absolutely humiliated and upset during all of it. the first feels more accurate to his character, the second is more fun to write lmao

wrote a quick drabble for this but i changed it so the groomers knew there was a person coming instead of a dog <3 it's extra humiliation if they treat johnny the same way ghost does

cw: noncon puppy play, referenced public humiliation (btw if you want more stuff in this little universe - one, two, three)

“You still poutin’?”

Johnny squeezes his eyes shut, just barely resists the urge to snap his teeth and growl. He knows that would only feed into Ghost’s goddamn delusion that he’s a fucking dog.

Jesus. His scalp still stings from the rough treatment of the barber- the groomer. The bastard had locked a muzzle over his face while Ghost held him down, and as much as he’d tried he hadn’t been able to speak through the damn thing. Speak or bite.

He would’ve fought but… well, Ghost gave him that look before he left. That “if you don’t obey me, there’ll be hell to pay” look. And Ghost has only gotten meaner in the months they’ve been together now - the walks, the fucking house training… Soap doesn’t even want to think of what he might try next.

So Ghost had given him a look, grabbed him by the chin and said “Be good, pup. You’ll get a treat if you can behave, alright? Don’t embarrass me.” and Johnny hadn’t been brave enough to ignore him.

Fuck. Even now, it doesn’t quite feel real. His breath hitches as he remembers the strict gloves Ghost had given him to wear, how they don’t let him do anything with his fingers because they’re held so tight. He still wears them now, and the forced paw shape of his hand keeps his head fuzzy.

He wants to whine. He almost wants to cry. Mostly he wants to bite Ghost until the bastard bleeds.

“C’mon,” Ghost grunts, taking one hand from the wheel and patting Johnny roughly on the head. He combs his fingers through the freshly cut mohawk, almost fixing it so it’s neater. “You look real good, pup. Needed to get your bitch strap straightened up for a while now.”

“Don’t-” Johnny takes a deep breath, opens his eyes and blinks down at his hands - his hands, not his paws - where they rest in his lap. “Don’t call it that.”

He thinks for a minute that Simon’s going to say something worse, lock his hand in Johnny’s hair and tug until he whines, shove him down to his cock, do something. But his hand stays soft, stroking down and tightly gripping the back of his neck. Not suffocating, not mean, almost… secure. Comforting. A weight that says relax, I’m here.

“Alright, puppy. Been a tough day for you, huh? We can pretend you’re a person, think of it as a treat for bein’ good at the groomers.”

Johnny whines, curling into himself at his own sound. His hands are sweaty in the gloves, and he wants to dig his nails into his thighs, hope that the little pinpricks of pain wake him up enough to tear Ghost a new asshole.

But he can’t do that. His fingers are stuck folded in half, totally useless. So he takes a deep breath, and tries not to fully float away.

Eventually the car slows to a stop, and Ghost tugs the key out of the ignition. They sit in silence for a moment, and Soap can feel Ghost staring at the side of his head, but he refuses to look. He doesn’t want to look at Ghost right now, doesn’t want to see his expression.

“Alright,” Simon says quietly, giving Johnny’s nape a tight squeeze before letting you go. “I think you need a nap, pup. Let’s get you inside.”

Ghost gets out, Soap doesn’t. He stays in his seat, staring at his hands, until the door opens next to him and Simon reaches over his body to unbuckle his seatbelt.

“C’mon now, out.”

Johnny doesn’t move. He feels Ghost’s massive hand wrap around his elbow, tug him toward the door, but he leans his weight the other direction.

He doesn’t want to get out of the car. He knows, logically, that no one on base will be able to tell what happened, where Simon took him. But he’ll know, and that’s enough shame to make him never want to leave the car.

Ghost sighs, annoyed, from beside him. “You rather I get your leash?”

Johnny flinches, and he lets himself be tugged by the elbow at the next pull on his arm. His eyes never lift past Ghost’s chest as he keeps his head ducked, heat coloring his cheeks when the door closes behind him.

“Johnny,” Ghost says quietly, hand nudging his head up. “Head up, pup. You look real pretty, don’t you want to show off?”

Johnny flinches, but he lifts his head like Ghost urges. He’s scared of what he’ll see in Simon’s eyes - that gleam he gets when Johnny’s particularly humiliated is always hard to swallow - but all he sees is… is pride.

God, it’s getting hard to breathe. Every breath feels punched out of him, every breath in like glass in his lungs.

“There you are.” Ghost chucks him under the chin, jerking his head up a little further. “Pretty thing. Certainly got my money’s worth.”

Johnny’s only comfort is that his eyes are dry - well, that and the warmth of Ghost’s hand. No matter how angry he is at the bastard, he can’t help but always want more of his touch.

“Inside now. Come.”

The sharp tone, the one word command, goes right over Johnny’s head. He follows Ghost - on his right, one step behind, like he’d been taught (trained) - and keeps his eyes forward, not looking at anyone else on base.

The halls are busy, like they always are during the day, but Soap doesn’t let himself be distracted. He keeps his eyes forward, and only focuses on Ghost.

He tells himself no one else knows, that no one else could possibly know.

“Hey, Soap!” Gaz calls out, leaning out of a meeting room and waving at him. “Looking sharp, mate!”

Johnny’s heart feels like it’s about the beat out of his chest. He wants to scream. He wants to puke.

He looks up at Ghost where the other man has turned around, raising an eyebrow at where he’s stopped in the middle of the hallway.

Johnny opens his mouth to speak, but only manages a quiet whine. Thankfully it’s too loud for anyone else in the hallway to hear (hopefully), but his cheeks still flush red at the animal sound.

Ghost only smirks and turns around to keep walking.

“Heel, Johnny. Don’t wander, you can sniff all you want later.”

Johnny takes a deep breath, and he follows Ghost.

It only takes a few more minutes for them to make it to Ghost’s room, and Johnny feels near collapse.

He’s… frustrated with himself. He’s got no idea why he’s so affected by what happened, why it feels so impossible to get past. Ghost has done worse to him, made him do worse.

But something about the way the groomer had looked at him… a complete stranger, looking at him and treating him the same way Ghost does. He knows that if Ghost had left, he would’ve sunk into a panic attack. He knows it’s Simon’s own twisted version of mercy, not leaving him alone.

The relief he feels when the door closes behind him nearly sends him to his knees. Ghost’s heavy hand on his shoulder does.

He doesn’t even have it in him to be upset at Ghost’s presumption. He feels better on his knees these days, anyway.

“To your crate, puppy, go on.”

He listens, crawling to the quilt-covered crate in the corner of the room. Neither of them speak as Ghost opens the door, the only sound a soft hum when Johnny crawls in.

“Gimme your paw, pup. Don’t want you sleeping in those gloves.”

Johnny whines, but listens, and gives Ghost his paw to take the gloves off. He instantly feels better, and makes a soft sound that he hopes is thankful as he stretches his fingers out, laying them flat against the blankets.

“There ya go,” Ghost hums, closing the door and laying the quilt over all but the front of the crate. “I’ll wake you up in a few hours, alright pup? Don’t want you to miss your walk.”

Johnny shudders as Ghost walks away, and closes his eyes tight. He tries to wipe all memories of the day away, focusing instead on the better times with Ghost.

Eventually he drifts off to thoughts of laying together while watching a football game, shared meals in loud pubs, quiet nights in after hard missions. He thinks of Ghost, strong and solid and unfaltering, and he sinks into sleep.

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treedaddymcpuffpuff · 1 month

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Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

TW: NSFW, dubcon if you squint

You are laying in bed, not sleeping, feeling sorry for yourself when your phone rings on your bedside table. You don’t recognize the number, so you answer with a cautious, “Hello?”

“Hi, pretty girl.”

You pause a long beat, and not because you don’t recognize the voice on the other end. “How the ever-loving fuck did you get this number?”

It’s Officer Tom Ludlow, of course. Just what you need, on this night from Hell.

“I’m a detective, remember?” You can just hear the self-satisfied smirk, and he’s lucky he’s not standing in front of you, because tonight you just might have slapped him.

You use your moderately adequate brain for some deductive reasoning of your own, and realize, “You took my number from Julian’s phone. After you assaulted him.”

On the other end he lets out a long whistle. “Baby, that’s such a strong word.”

“Do not call me baby.”

“Alright. Sweetheart.”

“God, you are such a fucking caveman.”

“Thank you.”

You sigh, too fucking tired for this shit. Your heart feels like a chewed up piece of gum, and your lady parts are pulsing angrily at you for ruining their evening earlier.

They like the sound of Tom’s deep voice in your ear, and that is so not good.

“You okay?”

The question actually takes you aback, because the smarmy shit-eating tone is gone, and he sounds…serious?

“I guess. Why?”

��That doesn’t sound okay.”

“Why do you think it’s any of your goddamned business?”

“I told you. If Dr. Bitch hurts you, it is my business.”

“He didn’t hurt me,” you grumble. In fact, he didn’t really do much of anything to you. Now that more time has passed, the more annoyed you are about that.

Fuck if Detective Ludlow doesn’t seem to hear that in your voice too. “Ohhhh. Sounds like the Good Doctor didn’t hit anything?”

“Oh my god. I hate you. Do you know that?”

He gives a low chuckle that absolutely goes straight to your deprived pussy, and you squirm a little in bed, so grateful he can’t see you.

“You wish you hated me.”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Don’t hang up, pretty girl. Tell me what you’re wearing.” His voice dips low, and smooth as velvet.

Every hair on your body lifts in response to this, your nipples pebbling into painful points. Bastard.

“A parka.”

“Pshh. You sleep in a parka? Come on, baby.” How effective that soft, coaxing tone is at dissolving your inhibitions is alarming. You can almost see yourself, as though standing at the edge of a great abyss. If you jump…there will be no going back.

“Fine. I’ll use my own imagination. I think you’re wearing…a cute little lacy negligee that just floats on your luscious curves…”

Well, you guess you’re getting a picture of what he likes.

“Jesus Christ. I’m wearing a tank top, you pervert,” you grouse, trying to shatter his fantasy. Nevermind the fact that you are now soaking wet, again.

“Nice. No panties?”

“I am wearing panties.”

“You aren’t going to need ‘em. Do you know what I’d do to you, after dinner, my beautiful nurse?”

“Gee, I bet you’re going to fucking tell me.”

“Oh come on. We’re having fun.”

“You are having fun.”

“But you’re still listening.”

Well, he has you there, the smug sonofabitch.

“Maybe.”

He chuckles at the other end of the line, a low sound that makes you clench with need.

“You’ve got to answer a question for me first.”

“What?”

“You’ve got to dip into that sweet little pussy for me, and tell me how wet you are on the scale from one to ten.”

You should rip him a new one for this. Or just hang up. Why can’t you just hit the button and end this nonsense? But then…you’d be alone. Your real-time reaction is less dignified, but maybe more honest.

You laugh.

It starts as a giggle, then crescendos into an all out guffaw. “Tom…you are a nut.”

You can hear the smile in his voice as he answers, and goddamn if you don’t actually start to feel better. “Oh come on baby, don’t hold out on me. I’ve got a solid ten inches in my hand for you here.”

This makes you laugh even harder. “Ten inches?!”

“Ok. Maybe nine and a half.”

You giggle, and you can’t stop. “I don’t know if I can handle all that, Officer Ludlow.”

You don’t know how his voice lowers even more, as he says, “Oh, I know you can take it. Don’t worry, I’ll ease it in nice and slow.”

Suddenly the bubbles of laughter in your gut go flat, replaced with an aching heat that sears your insides, your clit throbbing in response to his dirty mouth. It’s possible a kittenish little sound squeaks from the back of your throat.

You really don’t know where you get the courage to ask softly, “Yeah? Then what?”

“Then I would kiss all over those pretty, soft titties. I want those perfect nips in my mouth.”

You know you make a sound then, and he surely hears it. “Will you check them for me? Lick your fingers and give them a pinch.”

“You are ridiculous.” It comes out small, and breathy, and it doesn’t really sound like an insult at all. So what, if you do as he tells you? And so fucking what, if imaging it’s his hands on you makes you feverish with desire, a spear of longing throbbing in your cunt.

He doesn’t answer you right away, which means he’s busy with something else. Maybe Tom is just as pent up as you are from all this edging the two of you have been putting each other through.

“Are you.. are you really?” You ask, hating how your voice exposes the fact that you’re not only pinching your nipples, but borderline feeling yourself up at the sound of his hiking breath.

“Yeah, honey, I am.”

“Oh,” you say, because it’s the only thing you can think of. Your cunt is screaming below about how she wants to talk to Tom Ludlow because you’re doing a shit job at it.

“Ah, fuck. Are you doing what I told you?”

“No.”

“Good. Lick your fingers again, circle those pretty nipples for me. Close your eyes and imagine it’s my tongue. Fuck, I wanna suck on your tits so bad.”

He doesn’t have to know that you’re following orders. That you’re grinding on the bunched blanket between your legs while you imagine his big, rude hands playing with your tits instead of your own.

“You listening to me, beautiful girl?”

“Yeah. Don’t get a big head about it.”

“Good job. And too late.”

“I do hate you, you know. I’m serious.” It has no real venom; in fact, it sounds more like a term of endearment at this point.

He laughs. “C’mon, tell me how soaked she is.”

She’s flooded, is the answer. She’s dampening the pressed comforter, she’s throbbing and screaming and crying and pulsing to the tempo of his black coffee voice.

You’re not much for vocals when you get off. You have neighbors that already have to hear about your dreams, and the act itself seems like more business than pleasure sometimes. When you were younger, you shared a room with your two sisters, so you learned to be quiet and discreet about rubbing your pussy. That all flies out the window when you sink two fingers into your sopping cunt at Tom’s direction.

“10,” you hiss, straining to hit your gspot. Maybe you really do need to invest in one of those toys Sheila is always elbowing you about.

“Oh, poor baby.” Your walls flutter violently at his mocking tone.

“I thought you were going to tell me what you would do to me after dinner?” Maybe you’re desperate, or just stupid. It doesn’t really matter when all you want is to orgasm on Tom’s voice.

“Thought I was? Didn’t I tell you about how I’m gonna dip into that sweet wet pussy, and play with your little clit with my thumb while I fuck you with this big cock? How do you like it, honey? Slow and deep? Fast and hard?”

You make a strangled little sound–because your fingers are just not enough, and it hurts. It hurts that he’s not here with you, filling you up, holding you down with those calloused hands and that filthy, insatiable, mouth.

“What was that?”

His voice is strained, and you think you’re not the only one in pain here.

“Slow,” you answer. “At first.” Why exactly are you handing him this ammunition? How stupid, how dangerous, to offer up the keys to your undoing? You know he will only use this information against you.

“Mmm.” His breathing is labored, and the thought of him with his cock out, stroking himself to this dirty talk is almost too much to stand. Julian had you trussed and at his mercy right in front of him, but couldn’t keep it up. All Tom Ludlow needs is the sound of your voice. After the night you’ve had, that alone is nearly enough to make you cum.

“But then I like it deep,” you pant. “You think you got what it takes?”

“Baby, I’ve got everything you need.”

You are trying to be as quiet as you can, while you abuse your clit with your two middle fingers, practically holding your breath, getting high on the oxygen deprivation. You’re too quiet, you suppose.

“Don’t be shy, beautiful. Gotta let me hear it when you cum for me.”

“Or what?” you grouse. “Maybe I’m just…mixing pancake batter.”

His laughter is strained, and you just know he’s close. “Or you’ll regret it, sweet girl. When I finally get these hands on you? Mmm I’ll make you pay. I’ll make you cum without mercy.”

Again, you can’t help but compare the versions of punishment to the men in your life. Julian wants to hurt you. Tom just wants to make you cum.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah? You there, baby?”

You try to just breathe through your nose, to not give him the satisfaction–but you fail spectacularly.

“Y/n?” He calls, singing your name and making it sound so pretty and good and special.

“Y-yeah?”

“You coming with me? I’m waiting for you.”

You’re right there, dangling over that sweet, slippery precipice that you can usually ease yourself over carefully. Tom gives you a little shove, and you’re plummeting.

“That’s my girl.” He doesn’t sound much better off than you while you sob from the unexpected, haywire orgasm.

It takes a long minute for you to come back to earth, come back to breathless Tom who isn’t saying anything for once in his life.

That pleasant, floaty post coital bliss gets stained with shame when the clarity of who you just mutually masturbated with hits you.

He talks first, what a surprise. “Do you feel better?”

“No.” But then, “a little bit.”

“At least one of us does.” You hear him shuffling around on the other end, maybe opening a fridge. It makes you smile to think of him jerking off at his kitchen table.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Why in God’s name are you still entertaining this conversation? You both got what you wanted, and if you stay here too long listening to his voice you’re going to be right back where you started—ready for round two.

“I won’t feel better until you’re mine.” He sounds humorless, which worries you in itself even without the possessive words added. “C’mon, sweet nurse, aren’t you supposed to help me feel better?”

“I don’t belong to anyone, Tom. I never will.”

“Oh? Bullshit.”

“I’m hanging up.”

Almost as if he knows you’re full of it, or maybe he just doesn’t care about talking into an empty phone line, he continues. “You’re telling me you’ve never wanted a man to take care of you? Protect you, defend you, fuck anyone up who even thinks to raise a hand or word against you?”

Honestly? That’s all you’ve ever wanted, although you’ll take that admittance to your grave. After a lifetime of taking care of other people, having someone to do that for you in return sounds like a castle in the sky. But, the thing about castles in skies? They’re imaginary. You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Let me guess, you’d do all that and more?” Maybe the venomous sarcasm is a little too mean.

He sighs as if you’re the one assaulting his date, stealing his number, and then calling to harass and annoy him. “Okay, tough girl. Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“No you won’t.”

“Mm. Night, beautiful.”

You wait for him to hang up. He doesn’t. You don’t, either. You feel his grin blossoming through the white noise of the line, listen to him rustle about, hear bottles clinking, water running, fabric swishing. Your eyes get heavy to the sounds of his nightly routine, lashes threatening to touch cheek.

His voice is void of its usual gruff when it permeates the pleasant, strange, foggy land between awake and unconscious. “Baby?”

“Mm, yeah?” You try to make your mouth move properly, but the words come jumbled and slurred, weighted with exhaustion.

“Sweet dreams.”

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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year

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Watch as Our World Has Begun

Relationship: Jake Jensen x Ari Levinson (bear and cubby, NLLYL AU)

Words: ~2.6k

Summary: Their first time together is life changing.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m/m sex, anal fingering, lots of foreplay, unprotected anal sex but they both got tested beforehand, size kink, dirty talk), established relationship, first time together, so much fluff, declarations of love, all of the feelings, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: I LOVE THEM! Oh my god, I’ve missed them so much. I actually wrote this all in one sitting and I hope you guys enjoy seeing our boys again!

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all my fics, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

Jake’s hands were shaking when he finished washing the last dish. He stared at the sink, trying to figure out what to do about the bear who was looming behind him.

Tonight was the night. He’d packed an overnight bag and everything. As soon as Ari said he wanted to make Jake dinner at his penthouse it had been like a clock started ticking down to when he was finally going to have his massive boyfriend inside him. It was about time, too. Five dates and two months later and he was ready to explode.

It helped that you had been there to hype Jake up. In fact, you’d been trying to get him underneath Ari pretty much since you got back from your honeymoon and we’re very annoyed that your efforts hadn’t paid off until now. But you were still there for Jake, you’d even managed to convince him to get waxed. He had never thought he would be the dude to get all of the hair in his taint ripped out, but you managed to convince him to do the weirdest shit. It did feel kind of nice, though.

“Baby.” Ari chuckled when Jake jumped about a foot in the air when he pressed his chest to his back, hushing the man when he made a soft sound of need and kissing his temple. “Do you wanna watch some TV or go get ready for bed?”

“Bed!” Jake blushed when he said it very enthusiastically, grinning sheepishly when Ari turned him around and gave him that gorgeous smile that made him melt. “I mean…”

“Oh, I know what you mean, cubby.” Ari cupped the younger man’s jaw and kissed him softly as he began to walk him back towards the bedroom. “Keep breathing, baby.”

“Whoops.” Jake giggled and blushed even more, moaning when Ari pressed his giant hand against the small of his back until he had to stand on his tiptoes while his man deepened the kiss. “Although, if you’re gonna kiss me like this, my lack of breath is not totally my fault.”

“Ugh, I love when you get sassy.” Ari slapped Jake’s ass with a playful growl before tossing the blonde onto the bed and crawling on top of him.

Neither of them could say anything when Ari smashed his lips to Jake’s and groaned, every inch of their bodies touching while their tongues met and Jake buried his hands in the older man’s hair. Jake couldn’t stop whimpering when Ari gripped his hips and rolled his body against his, sucking on Ari’s tongue and pulling on his hair as he wrapped his legs around that thick waist that spread into even thicker shoulders. Ari let out a deep purr that made Jake’s eyes roll all the way back, and it just went on when Jake whined so prettily he thought of going to buy a ring right then and there. But instead he just ducked lower to lick Jake’s throat.

Jake needed him so much, needed to feel his bare skin. He pushed Ari back just long enough to yank the man’s shirt over his head and gasp before Ari’s tongue was in his mouth again.

“Jesus Christ.” Jake groaned when Ari bit his jaw and he looked down at his bare torso, the golden tanned skin and the dark hair and the muscles. “How the fuck are you even real?”

“Look who’s talking.” Ari grinned at Jake when the blonde pushed his hair out of his face while he leaned over him, starting to slide his fingers under the edge of the younger man’s shirt so slowly. “With this tiny waist and your perky ass? You’re a little wet dream, cub.”

“You mean this ass?” Jake was finally starting to feel more relaxed, laughing softly when he rolled over and popped his ass up in the air so Ari could smack it again.

“You’re fucking adorable.” Ari leaned down and bit Jake’s ear, pushing the t-shirt over his baby’s head and starting to kiss his way down his spine until he reached the small of his back and paused. “Oh my god, baby… you have a tramp stamp?”

“Oh shit!” Just like that Jake’s nerves were back, trying to roll back over unsuccessfully while Ari stared at the tattoo he had completely forgotten he had until this moment. “It’s nothing!”

“Well now I’m extremely interested.” Ari laughed and nipped at Jake’s hip when the man groaned and buried his face in the pillows, furrowing his brow while he took in the intricate lettering that covered the small of Jake’s back. “It’s beautiful. I don’t recognize the language, what is it?”

“Elvish.” Jake’s voice was muffled when he kept his face buried in the pillow. Leave it to his nerdy impulses to derail what was supposed to be some mind blowing sex, he knew he should have gotten the thing removed.

“Uh-huh, and what does it say?” Ari kissed the tattoo lovingly and hummed against Jake’s skin when his baby huffed out a frustrated breath. “C’mon cub, I’m not gonna leave it alone.”

“Fine.” Jake looked at his boyfriend over his shoulder and blushed beet red, rubbing his eyes and sighing before going into the ridiculous details of his stupid tattoo. “Just remember that I was drunk when I got it. Have you seen or read the Lord of the Rings?” Jake spluttered when Ari shook his head and had to blink a few times to recenter himself. “Okay, well… we’ll fix that later. Anyway, there’s a riddle to get into the mine of Moria and I thought it would be hilarious to put the riddle right above my ass… it says ‘Speak friend and enter.’”

The look on Ari’s face was unreadable and it made Jake want to hide under the covers and never leave. Then his man started turning red, and then his body started shaking, and all of a sudden he was laughing uncontrollably and Jake couldn’t help but join him.

“Stop laughing! Ari!” Jake’s sides started hurting he was wheezing so hard, but he loved the sound of Ari’s laugh more than anything in the world. “My twenties were kinda crazy, I would do anything on a dare!”

“Aww, baby!” Ari guffawed and rubbed his cheek into the small of Jake’s back before climbing back up the man’s body and kissing his cheek. “I love you so fucking much, oh my god.”

“You… what?!” Jake felt like he had emotional whiplash with all the left turns this night kept taking. He had not expected to get the first declaration of this man’s love for him after revealing his ill advised tattoo. “You love me?”

“I mean… yeah.” Ari’s gaze was soft when he finally managed to take a deep breath, turning Jake over and resting his forehead against the blonde’s while he licked his lips. “I love you a lot. Like… endgame love.”

“Oh…” And just like that Jake felt like he was floating on air, his heart thumping against his ribs so hard he was worried they were going to break. “I love you too.”

“Yeah?” Ari kissed Jake tenderly and sighed when he nodded, holding him close and sliding his tongue between his lips while they started grinding against each other again. “Say it again, baby.”

“I love you.” Jake moaned when Ari sucked a bruise against his jaw and reached to grab the lube from the bedside table. “I love you, Ari.”

“I love you, Jake.” Ari started undoing Jake’s jeans when the younger man whined with need, biting his collarbone gently when he felt Jake’s fingers working at his fly in turn. “I fucking love you.”

Jake arched his hips and panted desperately while Ari tugged off his jeans and boxer briefs, pushing Ari’s pants off as well and keening when he felt the heavy weight of the older man’s cock resting against his hip. He already knew this was it for him, he was a goner for this man. And he’d never been happier.

“Baby, you’re so smooth, Jesus.” Ari growled against Jake’s cheek when he lubed up his fingers and slid them between Jake’s legs, rubbing their noses together when Jake hitched a knee over his hip to open himself up more. “You do all that for me baby?”

“Mmhm, yeah… ooooooh my god.” Jake’s breath hitched when just one of Ari’s thick fingers slipped inside his clenching hole, his head tilting back so the older man could lick and suck at his throat. “Ohmyfuckingjesuschrist…”

“Yeah, that’s so good, Jake.” Ari cupped the back of Jake’s head while he kept stretching him open, pressing gentle kisses over his neck and jaw while the blonde whined. “Right there?”

“Yes… ah shit!” Jake was going to lose his mind and they hadn’t even gotten to the second finger yet. But Ari was already rubbing his prostate while his thumb teased his taint and it was utterly unfair how good this man was at sex.

“Shhh, relax. Breathe for me, cubby.” Ari slid in a second finger and smiled against Jake’s skin when he felt the younger man’s cock twitch against his thigh. “Oh honey, gonna make me addicted to making you feel good, that look on your face. You’re so goddamn perfect.”

Jake couldn’t answer him, he could only moan stupidly when Ari pressed his thumb into his taint harder while he scissored his fingers. If this was how he was feeling from just prep, how was it going to be once Ari was inside him? He couldn’t dwell on that thought, though, because suddenly there was a third finger stretching him wide and holy fucking shit the man’s fingers were thicker than most of the cocks Jake had taken in his life.

Ari sucked on that sensitive spot behind Jake’s ear and the man’s entire body arched off the bed. The blonde started babbling mindlessly, begging Ari for more, telling him he was ready. He was practically sobbing, he needed his bear so bad.

“Please… oh god…” Jake shook and bit his lips when Ari curled his fingers one last time, turning his head so he could rub his nose against a bearded cheek while he whimpered pathetically. “Ari…”

“You ready for me, Jake?” Ari rolled until he was laying on top of Jake, smiling when the blonde nodded as he pulled his fingers out of him.

The two of them gazed deeply into each other’s eyes while Ari pushed Jake’s knees up towards his chest with just one massive hand while the other smeared lube all over his throbbing cock. Neither of them said anything about it, but they were both unbelievably happy that they had gotten tested before tonight so a condom wasn’t needed. All they wanted was to feel every inch of each other with no barriers, and now they would.

Ari’s eyes were intense as he lined himself up with Jake’s hole, his broad chest pressing against Jake’s knees while he swallowed Jake’s breaths. He pushed his hips forward slowly, screwing his eyes closed and letting out a low, guttural noise when the tip of his cock caught on Jake’s rim for just a second before sliding inside. The way Jake clutched at his shoulders and choked only made things more intense, the two of them holding on for dear life as their bodies joined.

“Oh god, baby…” Ari shuddered when his hips met the backs of Jake’s thighs, grinning like a fool and cupping the younger man’s face in his hands while he breathed deeply. “You feel so fucking good, Jake, you okay?”

“Yeah…”

Jake was more than okay. He ran his hands up Ari’s shoulders until they were tangled in his hair, gasping into his mouth when he began giving small thrusts of his hips. The movements Ari made were smooth and sensuous, deep strokes that seemed designed to make Jake feel everything. It should be unnatural that someone could move like that, that someone so large could be so deliberate and delicate with someone else. But there was very little that was natural about Ari Levinson.

“There ya go… look at you, baby.” Ari held Jake’s head so tenderly as his movements grew more pronounced, kissing the corner of his mouth while he dug his knees into the mattress and leaned into it. “Tell me how you’re feeling, cub, lemme hear it.”

“I feel… feel so good… so fucking good, Ari.” Jake almost choked on his own tongue when Ari ground into him deep, pulling on the older man’s hair and arching his back to meet Ari’s thrusts. “Oh god, you’re so deep, don’t stop.”

“Never.” Ari leaned back for just a second, letting Jake wind his legs around his waist before pressing their bodies together again and kissing the younger man’s collarbone. “I’ll never stop, Jake. I love you, tell me you love me.”

“Love you.” Jake whimpered when Ari gave a pointed thrust of his hips, his wide stretched hole fluttering around the older man’s thick cock when he started getting sloppy and desperate with his movements. “Love you so fucking much, oh my fucking god.”

Jake didn’t think he would ever be able to stop saying it. His life was forever changed from this moment onwards. There was no picture of his future he could come up with that didn’t have Ari in it, that didn’t involve him underneath this man as often as possible and giving himself over to him completely. He felt like his cock was in his throat, like his guts were getting constantly rearranged in addition to his heart.

Ari moved his face back to Jake’s as he started thrusting faster, his firm abdomen rubbing against Jake’s leaking cock while he rested his forehead against the blonde’s. He kept his eyes fixed on Jake’s as he kissed him deeply, smiling against his lips and groaning when he felt Jake starting to clench. His thumbs ran over Jake’s cheeks lovingly, his breath leaving him in a low grunt when Jake looked at him with those big blue eyes as he started moving more vigorously when he felt Jake’s body getting tighter.

“Give it to me, Jake.” Ari growled when Jake squeezed his waist with his lithe thighs, his lips insistent while he punched his cock into his boy’s tight little hole. “Oh fuck, I wanna feel you come for me, cubby. Please, baby.”

The sound of Ari begging him pushed Jake over the edge with a shout, his cum exploding out of the tip of his cock when Ari drove against his prostate and made his body arch off the bed. His eyes rolled back in his skull and he threw his head back as he sobbed through his orgasm, Ari’s lips on his throat and his groan making his entire body vibrate while he kept clenching and fluttering around Ari’s fat cock. Jake moaned when Ari started to swell inside him, wrapping his legs even tighter around Ari’s waist as the older man nipped at his bottom lip.

“I want it, bear.” Jake licked Ari’s lips and brushed their noses together. “Come inside me.”

“Whatever you want, cubby.” Ari ground his hips deep and pressed his palms against the mattress on either side of Jake’s head, grunting as his movements started to stutter before he started to tense up. “Always whatever you want.”

Ari tossed his head back and practically roared as his cum flooded Jake’s ass, his eyes screwing shut while he vibrated and pumped his seed as deep as possible. That was a sight Jake decided he was never going to get enough of, the way Ari’s body rolled and his tongue flicked over his lips as he made those delicious noises perhaps the most beautiful thing he’d experienced in his life. Jake smiled and huffed out a breath when Ari collapsed on top of him, laughing when his bear growled pleasantly and nuzzled into his throat.

“Mmm, that was incredible.” Jake sighed and let himself melt into the bed, purring when Ari wrapped his arms around him. “I think you may have broken my brain a little bit.”

“Yeah? Well I love that.” Ari grinned when he gently kissed Jake’s lips, chuckling when he rolled so Jake was laying on top of him. “And I didn’t even need to solve that riddle.”

#natalie writes #happy pride 🌈#ari levinson #jake jensen #bear and cubby #no love like your love #m/m smut #m/m fanfic #ari levinson x jake jensen #jake jensen x ari levinson #chris evans #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans characters #chris evans smut #eighteen plus

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linddzz · 4 months

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Whooooo! I found ya! Down to business:

Are there any fic recommendations for baggin/shield or pitch/frost that you like(d)?

I am absolutely feral

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand…..

What are 3 of your most favorite fics that you’ve ever read?

Ya found me! Let me say that the notifications of someone going through old fics and commenting are ambrosia. You are a treasure and a saint of a person!

And oh man I had to dive into my old bookmarks for these! I'm good at remembering snippets or vibes of fics but not the fics themselves. I will warn that a lot of my fave pitch/jack stuff tended to be pretty dark. It's not like, a thing I regret or say is wrong, and I still enjoy/love a lot of it! I was in a dark place mentally and that reflected in the stuff I was reading and creating. Who actually has a good time in their early to mid 20s?

Mostly warning because most of my stuff since then skirts the edges or flirts with the darkness but doesn't feel that need to go deep diving.

Second warning is there may be less here than you'd think! The more I write for a ship the less I read, because my brain gets very dumb and the self doubt gets Real Bad. This is all non-exhaustive of course! I wouldn't even say this is my Best of The Best it's just what's coming to mind at the moment. There's way more in the AO3 bookmarks

Pitch/Jack fics

In the Dark - series by @charmed7293 romancing the monster under the bed is maybe not always the best idea

The Syntax of Programming Languages, and, Why Some Code Talks in Accents - by Midievil. I'm biased here bc this was a gift fic inspired by my The Device Has Been Modified, but it done showed me up bc it was written by someone who knows more about actual coding than me

Shadows and Light - this series by @not-poignant is The Classic of the ship. Since you liked Things That Were you'd most definitely like this one. And unlike me, Pia actually finishes things!

I swear to God there were a lot of fics by @insufferablearchanist that I loved but they nuked their old AO3 and I can't ever remember shit.

Thorin/Bilbo fics

Prayers to Broken Stone - @avelera the beauty and the beast flavored au you didn't know you wanted

Comfort in the Sound - by northerntrash. Ok. Yes. It's Bilbo/Thorin/Bofur but like. Trust me on this. Road trip throuple shenanigans

Patchwork Robe - @hallsofstone2941 I am not immune to stupidly adorable modern college au one-shots

Possession - aljira. You liked Sanzigil, you'll like this :)

Marriage in the Manner of Dwarves - series by diemarysues

Other Fandom Faves (that come to mind. I've been reading fanfic since like 2002 ok there's a lot that has made impressions over the years that I just lost track of dkdjdk)

Taking Everyone For A Ride - by Nonymos. Venom/Eddy+Anne/Dan. typical Eldritch shenanigans plus polyamory. Unhinged and weird, just how I like em

The Only Way Out Is Down - @avelera Newt/Hermann. The second PR movie was so bad I wanna erase it from my memory but my god did it spawn some AMAZING fics, including this one that rewired my brain

After Zero - by what_alchemy Newt/Hermann. A bunch of delightful smut

The Wine Dark Sea - @moorishflower Dream/Hob. Siren! Dream au. Jesus Christ. Holy fuck. Goddamn. Gorgeous, monstrous, surreal, Unhinged4Unhinged behavior. Listen. I work with octopuses. I know what their arms feel like and that has ruined almost all tentacle shenanigans for me ok?? This fic got past that hangup.

If I Please You - @moorishflower Dream/Hob. It feels like a modern retelling of an old medieval fairy romance goddamn

And finally. This series. The series.

So. I very recently refound this series and I'm almost hesitant to post it. Because as I was reading it again I kept having to put it down and sit in horror at the realization that I read this fic when I was in college and it actually rewired my brain. I realized everything I have written was trying to recapture what this fic did to my synapses. I was chasing after vibes that I did not realize originated in this fic for me. Me sharing this risks everyone who reads it and has read my stuff also going "ooohhhh you're just doing this again huh?"

It is the very specific combination of "Character A: openly unhinged, obsessive, violently romantic and unnerving/Character B: seems so chill and just happily rolls with CharacterA being insane, because they are also secretly insane." It's the combo of a codependent bonkers relationship with humorous banality of their day-to-day.

It's also a Johnlock fic.

Anyway, The Paradox Series rewired my brain so deeply that I didn't even realize it rewired my brain until over a decade later. I swear I have been unaware of how much my writing has been leaning on what this did to my brain.

#fic recs #i cannot stress enough how non exhaustive this is dkfjdkdj #refound the paradox series like a month ago and kept having a fuckin crisis about it to my friends #like UH OH IVE JUST BEEN SNATCHING THIS FICS ENTIRE VIBE THE WHOLE TIME

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lilambs · 2 years

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yandere! obsessed! eddie munson

mannequin! reader — PT 3

(PT 1) (PT 2)

the last part is coming soon <\3 and it will contain smut

as always pls be kind to me! i am new to this!

his mood suddenly changing as he snapped his fingers. "red's friend! she's.. she's got magic right? she can help me may-maybe she could bring you to life." he said frantically looking for his black jeans.

he grabbed his walkie and started to shout into it, “red do you copy?!”

he smacked the piece of junk before trying again, “red.. do you copy?!”

he turned to look at you, silently praying this plan’ll work.

“yeah.. yeah what is it? what do you want?” max replied; obvious that she had just woken up, her voice being strained.

“your friend uhh the magic one with the bloody nose and the bal- the uhh the bald head. she still around?” eddie asked tone growing with desperation.

this had to work right?

eddie saw you, heard you talk, and felt the soft velvet pieces of love that you called kisses in his dreams. he truly believes you’re real. he just needed a way to make what he believed a reality.

max snorted, “she’s laying next to me why? what could you possibly need so early in the morning?”

“dammit red! now is not the time for jokes. i need you to ask her to tell me how to make something..come..alive.” he stammered.

although he couldn’t see it, eddie knew max enough to know she made a face through the phone.

“come alive? we’re gonna need more info then that idiot, we’ll be over to your trailer in five.”

eddie throw the walkie on the couch, “shit shit shit shit shit. baby this is it!” he shouted. his toothy grin placed on display as he looked at your ruler straight legs.

after about five minutes max and eleven barged into your shared trailer with eddie; without knocking.

max immediately started calling for eddie, “hey idiot we’re here! where are yo- oh..my..god.” she cut herself off.

you were still in his hellfire shirt, with what looked like a black curly haired wig on. looking emotionless as ever, with all of your limbs facing in front of you.

“what is that?” el asked, her head tilting to the side. “eddie wants this alive?”

by now max was bent over holding onto her stomach for strength, “you bet your ass he does.” she replies, bursting into a fit of giggles in between each word.

eddie stumbled out of his room, “red! and baldy! glad you guys could make it.”

“look i know it seems crazy but i need you to help me bring this doll alive. she’s- she’s important to me.” he said voice laced with distress.

“it is easy.” eleven spoke.

max pushed her hand in front of eleven’s chest, “but what’s in it for us?” she asked.

“i’ll give you five bucks everyday for a week.” eddie said.

“two.”

“jesus ch- fine two weeks.”

“pleasure doing business with you.” she smirked, nodding toward eleven.

eleven stepped forward before turning to face you, taking a deep breath before staring profusely at you.

nothing was happening, so she tried again.

still.. nothing.

“i do not know what is wrong. it should have worked. i am sorry.” eleven said, turning around giving an apologetic stare into eddie’s hopeless eyes.

you could see the light in eddie’s face flickering and fading. he was losing every bit of hope in feeling your warmth against him.

“it’s okay, you know uh it’s. it’s okay. thanks for coming guys.” he replied.

max pulled elevens hand and began tugging her towards the door, “sorry eddie.” she mumbled before her and eleven left.

ten minutes went by and you hadn’t moved so much as an inch.

to say eddie was stressed was an understatement, “what a fucking dumbass. i couldn’t believe i actually thought..” he trailed off.

from your perspective, something about his voice this time was different; much more clear..prominent..strong.

you could actually..hear him this time.

eddie leaned down and stared into your doe eyes, noticing the glare from the light reflecting into them.

“doll?” he asked.

with each second that passed your skin grew softer..warmer. although, you showed him no signs of life, causing him to turn around in defeat.

you started to blink abruptly, rubbing your fingers against the the soft texture that was your palm.

where am i?

who am i?

where is the boutique?

the sight in front of you no longer a vast diversity of people rushing by with shopping bags.

instead, it was a slightly unkept trailer with a line of hats used as decorations around it. with the overwhelming scent of vanilla and cigarettes.

it felt so nice to finally sit comfortably, you thought that you were only capable of standing forever.

while you were practicing your walk; which looked more like a tiny waddle than anything, you found yourself playing with hem of the shirt you were wearing.

“god damn lying son of a- bitch- oh this is stupid this is so- shit shit shit shit.”

you flinched at the sudden shouting, it scaring and interrupting you from your thoughts.

you recognized his voice, although you couldn’t quite understand what it was that he was saying.

lying?

son of bitch?

your legs began to bring you toward the room where the shouting came from. the door was cracked slightly; giving you the opportunity to peek inside, which is exactly what you did.

you gently pushed the door a little bit farther back so you could see who the rough velvety voice belonged to.

there was a boy tugging at his curly brown hair, his back facing you as he paced around the room. you could practically feel the anger radiating off of him, but you didn’t know exactly how to approach him nor make him feel better.

the door made a creaking sound, causing the both of you to flinch. your once sweaty palm that was pressed against the door froze, your feet glued to the floor.

eddie froze, he was sure of the noise he heard even while he was pacing like a mad man. before you could even get the chance to run and hide from his sight, he turned around.

his mind went blank at the sight of you standing at the entrance of his door, and without his help this time.

the sight of what is a normal sized shirt to him looking oversized on you made him melt.

“doll..” eddie said. not even a terrible D&D campaign could possibly remove the radiating smile off of his face.

you’re.. you’re here.

you’re alive.

“c’mere sweetheart.” he said softly, voice laced a honey-like tone alluring you toward him with small steps.

he didn’t look scary from what you could tell, more like a huge teddy bear with long hair.

his hands were now wrapped around your waist, eyes grazing over every crevice and inch of your pretty little body. your tanned skin felt so soft against his palm, despite the the thin fabric between his flesh and yours.

“you’re finally mine now sweetheart, just me and you. what should i name you huh?” he whispered, his breath puffing against your face. the smell of mint invading your nose.

“lauren? no..”

“vicky? ew god no.”

“how about.. y/n, it’s beyond perfect. suits you so well sweetheart.”

he smiled, the grip he had on your waist growing tighter. “your name is y/n now princess, and my name is eddie.”

“e-eddsie?” you whispered, head tilted to the side like a lost puppy.

your voice was everything like he had imagined and more, causing him to grin even wider.

“yeah sweetheart, eddsie.”

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #daddy!eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #bimbo!reader #daddy!eddie #dark!eddie munson #yandere!eddie munson #yandere!eddie munson x reader #dark!eddie munson smut #dark!eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #stranger things fanfiction

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fandomfluffandfuck · 6 months

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*crashes through the nearest door* WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT

Okay so it’s already established that big beefy chris is (in my universe at least) the sweetest little subby puppy ever. But y’know what subs do (other than be good for their Sirs)? They go into subspace. And can you imagine the first time Chis slips into subspace? Just Sebastian, who is riding him like he’s made for it, looking down and stopping, holding his sweet puppy’s face in his hand and cooing

“Oh, I’ve got such a good boy. You feelin’ a bit floaty right now, puppy?” And Chris nodding with glazed eyes and whimpering for his Sir to please keep going, he feels real good. So Sebastian does, much slower than be was originally, making Chris whine and pout. God, Sebastian’s gotta take a photo of him like this one day.

“A very pretty puppy, aren’t you, baby? Yeah, whose puppy are you? Whoever he is, he’s really lucky. Tell me, puppy, whose are you?” He croons, teasing him as he increases the pace, punching soft pants out of the man beneath him each time.

“Y-uh-Yours, Sir! ‘M your puppy!” Chris wails, words split between whines and whimpers in a way that makes Sebastian’s head spin.

Alternately, think about the aftercare. A sugary sweet Chris pliant in Sebastian’s lap, snuggles and kisses and the feeling of safety. Maybe it’s raining and Chris hears the sounds of rain hitting the roof accompanying his lovers praises.

“You were such a good puppy, Chris. So good, I’m so so proud of you. Can’t tell you how perfect you are, y’know why? It’s because I can’t put it into words.” And Chris just smiles wider, hugs Sebastian closer, and falls asleep knowing he’s loved.

I don’t have a problem I swear.

related to this

You rn, lmao:

And me:

Don't fucking do this to me 😮‍💨😮‍💨

I cannot fucking process the thought of Chris lying back on their bed, his hands uselessly curled into fists by his head his legs spread just wide enough for Sebastian to straddle, bouncing on his cock, and all the while... all. the. while. Chris has this stupid, dreamy expression on his face. He's drowning in the pleasure of having Sebastian take what he wants from him, use him how he wants, getting him as deep and hard as possible. Then, Sebastian cups his jaw in his hands, and, Jesus Christ, there's not a damn thought there. His face is slack, eyes rolling to the back of his head, plush lips fallen complete open, heat high on his cheeks, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears and over his neck, sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat. He can't even swallow. He can barely gasp. He hardly shivers.

He wants to fuck up into the tight heat of Sebastian but he can't.

He can't.

It's too much. He can't even get his hands up off the bed, despite the fact that they're not even pinned in place. He's purely floating on all that pleasure. Blushing hot red and so hard and thick inside Sebastian, getting off hard on this despite Sebastian being the only one to ever draw out this side of him. Usually, he wants--he fucking revels in being able to fuck his partner just how they need, hard and fast or slow and heavy and make them shake and moan until they can't feel their legs, but Seb encourages him so sweetly and he feels so safe with him that he melts. Now, all the thoughts he has have left his head, and he's left a drooling, boneless mess.

God.

Problem? No, pfft, what? No problems here.

Did I have that gif saved to my phone? ...Maybe. (I don't remember if I made it or someone else did. My apologies if it is someone else's and I didn't credit it!)

#asks #alamiono #anon provided writing #rpf #real person fanfiction #evanstan #chris evans #sebastian stan #sub chris #dom sebastian #bottom sebastian #top chris #sillysickly

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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Lovers & Strangers - Chapter 6

I wake up the next morning and I am lying in only one of Ethan’s t-shirts in his bed, I search for my phone but can’t find it anywhere. I lay back down in bed more sick than I’ve even been before. This isn’t a hangover, it is death. I try to get up again a couple minutes later, but feel like absolute garbage. I open the nightstand because Ethan usually keeps Advil in here. I put two in my hand before putting on a pair of his sweatpants and walking downstairs.

I get to the kitchen and fill a glass of water then take the Advil. I sit at the kitchen table looking at the time 3:30pm. Jesus, did I sleep all day? I think to myself. I rest my head on the table and try not to fall asleep.

Finally I hear movement in the house as the front door swings open, I hear the guys chatter as they make their way to the kitchen. Mackie and Luke come into the kitchen and Mackie sits across from me while Luke makes something to eat. Mackie nudges me with his foot under the table and I look up at him, “You just getting up?” I yawn and nod

“Guess so” I say, “Where is Ethan?”

“He said he was going straight to Yost” Luke says

“Ugh, I want to go home” I say

“Here, I’ll take you” Mackie says standing

“Really? Thank you! One second, let me grab my stuff” I say walking up the stairs and back in Ethan’s room. I bend grabbing my shirt then my pants. I feel around for the purchase I made last night but couldn’t find it. I start to panic a little and search the pockets again, then drop to the floor looking under the bed. Unaware of who was watching me.

“What are you looking for?” I turn and see Ethan

“Ethan? I thought you went straight to the arena” I say standing up

“Are you looking for this?” he says handing me my phone

“Yes, why would you take my phone?” I say annoyed

“Actually, it’s a funny story. Brenden says he found it on the floor beside his bed”

“Okay?”

“Why were you in his room?”

“Oh my god Ethan, stop bitching at me!” I randomly blew up because I didn’t know how to explain myself

“I didn’t tell you why I found that story funny though” He says and I look at him confused, “I also found something that belongs to you on the floor beside my bed” Ethan says pulling out the baggy. “Was this what you were doing up there? Buying Molly or whatever drug this is?” he says

“Yes” I say, thinking that was better than telling him the real reason why I was in the room

“So this is why you were out of your mind last night” he says and I just look at him, “How fucking many did you take last night?!” he questions me.

“Just 2, I-”

“You took 2?! Jesus Y/n. What is wrong with you?” He yells at me and I try to stay composed, “Seriously since Christmas break you’ve gone off the walls. You decided to stay here and drink instead of going home for spring break, you don’t think that’s a little fucked?!”

“Ethan, I’m just-” I stop and think about what I was going to say next but stop

“Just what?” he says

“I’m just having fun” I say but wince after the words come out knowing that was not the right thing to say.

“Fine, there ya go” he says, throwing the baggy at me, and he watches to see what I do next. Again, I did the wrong thing. I take the baggy and put it in my pocket. “Unbelievable” he says leaving the room, “I’ll be in the car, hurry up” he says leaving me in his room.

I leave his room a little after him, as Mark is coming up the stairs. He looks at me for a second up and down and scoffs, “What, Mark?!” I yell and he puts his hands up in defense as I walk down the stairs and out the door.

I sit in the car, and Ethan starts backing out before I even put my seatbelt on. We drive in silence as I refuse to look at him, I know he is looking at me, I can see in the corner of my eye.

I start to cry, and Ethan pulls over. He can’t stand to see me cry. Never could. He also deep down feels guilty for my partying because I started partying more when he got a girlfriend last year that only lasted a couple months.

“I’m sorry, I’ll get rid of it” I say to Ethan and he just nods for a second, “I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t even realize it was wrong because I just wasn’t thinking straight at all” I say through my tears

He leans over and hugs me, “It’s just not like you. I’m trying to figure out why. I mean drinking all the time is one thing and I kept my mouth shut, but drugs Y/n?”

“I was drunk and the guy said they were fun so I bought them! Stop acting like it’s never crossed your mind!”

“It hasn’t” he says and I roll my eyes, “how drunk?”

“Drunk Ethan! Okay? I took them once, I’m done”

“What’s this fuckhead's name?” he says and I can see the angry radiate off him

“Doesn’t matter”

“Yes it does!”

“Caleb, I don’t know his last name” I fess up

“Why were you in the bedroom? Did he touch you?”

“No!’

“Your coming this weekend. Already told my parents”he says putting his car back in drive looking away from me

“You fucking told your parents?! Why would you do that?!”

“I told them you were going, not why. Calm down”

“And why am I going?”

“I want you to be there, and I don’t want you to be here” he says as we drive down the road where he eventually drops me off at home.

[Ethan POV]

After I dropped of Y/n, I went to practice and then headed straight home. I didn’t even think to ask the others if they needed a lift. I just wasn’t in the mood to be in the room full of guys right now.

I sit on my bed and pull my phone out to text Y/n. But before I can even type in something in the message box, Mark walks in. “Thanks for the lift” he says sarcastically before sitting on my desk chair, “you good?”

“Yeah, no I’m fine” I say before sending off a text to Y/n. I put my phone down and look up at Mark

“Yeah right, what’s wrong?” He presses

“Y/n”

“What she do now?” Mark asks rolling his eyes. I think for a second if I should tell him or not. I know he wouldn’t say anything but I also know Y/n would be pissed if she knew. I really don’t want to talk to anyone else about it because they will all tell each other. Mark is usually pretty good at keeping his mouth shut.

“I found Molly or some party drug in her pocket last night” I start but Mark doesn’t look as amused as I thought he would more concerned, “do you know a Caleb?”.

“Not at the top of my head, why?”

“Apparently she met him upstairs and bought off him. Brendan gave me her phone today that she left in his room” I say and Mark nods, “She’s coming to Minnesota”

“Why?” Mark snorts, “just leave her be”

[Y/n POV]

Two days go by since that conversation in the car with Ethan and it’s now Wednesday. I decided to spend Ethan’s last night in Ann Arbor before going to the B1G finals with him.

Today I was just sad because I was having really bad FOMO. All my friends were going to some karaoke bar, and I was hanging out with Ethan watching movies with his roommates. As much as I love these guys, I’d rather be drunk.

I open my phone and watch their stories and sigh, “You want me to drive you there?” Ethan asks

“No, no, it’s okay” I say as Mark enters the room, the only seat left is beside me.

He sits beside me not saying anything or giving me any dirty look like he usually does. Instead he stays quiet. Ethan looks over at Mark just as confused as me. I look down at Mark’s thigh and can see his thigh muscles through his sweatpants. Mark’s hand rubs up his thigh, and I admire it for a second as I think of riding them until I can feel him watch me looking, snapping my attention away. My face is red now, and I look away from Mark’s direction and mistakenly Ethan’s.

“You okay?” Ethan asks me

“Yeah, I’m just- It’s all good” I say and smile at him

When the movie finishes, Ethan tells me he is going to go lay down in his room and I decide to go to the kitchen to get water. The rest of the boys also ended up going to their rooms as well.

As I am in the kitchen, I feel a pair of hands rest on my waist. “You like what you see in there?” I hear Mark whisper into my neck making me shiver. I turn so I am now leaning against the counter as Mark hands rest on both sides, “I was tempted to touch you in there”

“Mm?” I say smirking at him

“Yeah, I was ready to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t need ecstasy to help you cum three times” he says smiling at me but the smile quickly disappears from my face as I push him out of the way and walk towards Ethan’s room.

“I want to go home” I say to Ethan and he looks over confused

“Wait, why?”

“Because you-“ I stop realizing I’d have to tell him what Mark just told me, “I just want to go home”

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Texas Transplant Pt. 1

Paring: Tommy Miller x Reader

Word count: 6k

Part 2

Summary: Tommy is tired of living in Joel's shadow. He feels broken and unloveable, just going threw the motions of life. Then you walked into his life making him realize it is possible for him to be loved and cared for.

Tommy Miller x reader AU (the out break doesn't happen

Warnings: Slow Burn Slow Build Pining Mutual Pining Smut Fluff Tooth-Rotting Fluff Falling In Love I think that’s about it for this part let me know if I missed anything

A/N: I’m so nervous to start posting this story but I’m extremely proud of it! Please let me know how you like it! I’ll be updating it regularly

“Jesus” you whisper under your breath as you enter your apartment, kicking off your shoes and flopping down on the couch allowing your head to fall back.

“How did everything go?” You’re greeted to the nervous ton of your best friend and roommate Stacey. You slowly roll your head to the right to face her and are greeted by her warm smile and a drink when you open your eyes.

“Please tell me that asshole finally signed the papers?” She says handing you the drink and flopping down on the couch next to you.

You took a deep breath and then a long sip of your drink. “Im finally done with this hellish part of my life” you said as you raised your glass and cheers with her.

“We should go out to get some food and drinks to celebrate you getting your life back, plus there’s something I wanted to talk to you about”

“Sounds great, let me get changed real quick” you said jumping up and heading to you room to change.

You guys settled on the little Mexican restaurant on your block, everyone there was incredibly nice and and they always let us stay as long as we wanted.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” You asked inquisitively furrowing your brow.

“Um my uncle Ron passed away a couple weeks ago”

“ oh my god why didn’t you tell me?”

“You were in the middle of the divorce and there’s more too it so i didn’t want to bombard you with stuff.”

“I’m so sorry you felt like you needed to hide it, you can always tell me about anything at any time” you said smiling warmly.

Stacey lets the conversation fall silent while she figures out how to say what she wants to say next.

“So… you remember how you always talk about how miserable we both are here and that once your divorce was final that maybe we’d move away and start a new adventure somewhere else”

“Yea… I do. I don’t know what that has to do with your uncle though.” You say chuckling.

“I guess my family had been fighting over who would get his house and it pissed him off so a few years ago he left the house to me and never told anyone. I got this envelope in the mail a few weeks ago after her passed from the people handling the will.” She pulls a big Manila envelope out of her bag and hands it to you.

“The house is all payed for and was kept up with really nicely. A couple years ago he had the kitchen and both bathrooms completely redone too.”

“Where did your uncle live again, Texas?”

“Yea in Austin, it’s been a long time since I went down there there but I remember the area that he lived in was nice.”

You’re completely shocked looking at the paperwork, your mouth ajar slightly.

“This is our chance to make the life’s we wanted for ourselves and start over.”

“We’d have to figure wor-“

“Funny you should mention work” Stacey says cutting you off with a laugh.

“I took the liberty of asking work about it, and they said they would be more than happy to transfer us to the customer service team so we could work remotely, we would just have to come back a couple times a year for company meetings.”

You laugh “Jesus you really thought of everything didn’t you?”

“I know how you are, over thinking everything” she says teasing “I didn’t want you to have to worry about the details”

You start tearing up thinking about everything, the last 5 years have been hell and she’s been with you every step of the way.

“You really want to share your house with me?” You say your voice cracking slightly.

“It’s not just my house, it’ll be our house. But yes of course I do. Where I go you go and vice versa, you really think I wouldn’t want you to do this without you?”

“No I-I just don’t know what I would do without you. I still haven’t figured out what I did to deserve a best friend like you in my life but man life would be pretty fucking boring without you”

“I know, I’m pretty fucking great aren’t I?” She says dusting her shoulders off grinning ear to ear, before you guys break out in hysterical laughter.

“Screw it! I’m in, let’s do it! What do we really have to lose?”

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It took several days and many miles but you and Stacey finally came to a stop in front of your new house.

"My god! Remind me never to get in a uhaul with you again" you laugh as you hope out.

"Well we made it here alive so you can't complain to badly" Stacey quipped

"This neighborhood is really cute"

"It is, it's a lot how I remember it being. Come on I'll show you around the inside so we can pick rooms before we start moving stuff."

You two settled for your taking the master bedroom with attached bathroom and the spare room down stairs and Stacey took the whole upstairs consisting of a large bedroom, spare room and a bathroom.

You guys didn't waste any time starting to move stuff in. Thankfully when packing you two labeled the room each box belonged to so it made the process go smooth and somewhat fast.

"Look someone is moving in next door" Sarah points out as her, Joel and Tommy pull into their driveway.

Joel and Tommy look over to see what she's pointing at when Tommy puts the truck in park.

"I didn't know Ron's house was for sale" Tommy says turning to Joel.

"Yea I didn't think it was"

As they all get out the truck they hear muffled commotion coming from the back of the moving truck.

"Do you have it? Are you sure you have it?"

"Yes I totally have it"

"Oh shit.. no no no, I don't have it"

Can be heard followed by a loud thud and a loud "fuck I hope we didn't break that" followed by laughter.

"Joel it sounds like two girls, maybe we should see if they need help?" Tommy says nervously knowing his brother probably won't want to help them.

Joel let's out a big sigh " ugh I s'pose your right or at the very least make sure they ain't hurt" he says rubbing his face.

"Do y'all need some help?" Joel says as him and Tommy make their way up the ramp of the moving truck.

Scaring the shit out of you both, Stacey whips around to see who the unfamiliar voice is.

"Oh sorry sweetheart, we didn't mean to startle you"

"Who the fuck is that?" You whisper from your position laying down.

"We just heard a little bit of a commotion so we thought we'd offer some help" Tommy says as he steps out from behind Joel smiling.

"Oh no it's ok, just wasn't expecting company that's all, some help would be great though" Stacey says as she smacks you a couple times on the head, motioning for you to get up.

"I'm sorry we were making a lot of noise, we're not always this loud I promise" you say as you sit up putting your arm on the back of the couch and resting your chin on it.

"Jesus I didn't see you there sweetheart, you scared the shit outta me" Joel exclaims as he jumps a little bit. You, Stacey and Tommy all laugh at Joel's expression.

Tommy heard you talking before you sat up, he swears your laugh makes his heart skip a beat. He smiles at the way you blush and turn away when he realizes you were letting your gaze settle on him for an extended amount of time.

"Did you know the family? I didn't realize Ron's house was for sale" Joel asks as Stacey climbs over the arm of the couch to come around the front of it.

"Oh it wasn't, Ron was my uncle, he left me the house when he passed away"

"Oh, I'm very sorry for your loss darlin', your uncle was a good man"

You stand on the couch and move to swing your legs over the back to hop over it when Tommy quickly steps forward offering you his hand to steady yourself with, which you happily accept.

"Thank you" you say offering him a warm smile.

"My pleasure Darlin'" he coos back, his accent thick and smooth sending shivers down your spinespin.

"I'm Tommy by the way, Tommy Miller" he says extending his hand out for you to shake.

"And this here is my brother Joel. We're your neighbors"

"We're there neighbors?" Joel says slapping Tommy's arm

"Ok well he and my niece are your neighbors, I live a few streets over but I'm there all the time" he chuckles.

"I'm (y/n)" you say with a warm genuine smile.

"And I'm Stacey"

You both reach out shaking their hands and offering them warm smiles and greetings.

The brothers make quick work of helping you two move all the heavy furniture, putting it where ever you told them to.

"Thank god for the two of you, I'm not sure why we thought it was a good idea to try to do this all ourselves" you say chuckling.

"Yea it's a good thing we heard you guys or you for sure would of broken this couch" Tommy teases back a small grin on his face

Being dramatic you throw the back of your hand to your forehead pretending to pass out. "Oh my goodness whatever would we of done without you" instantly you both breakout in genuine laughter. Both holding each other gaze for a moment. You both felt that there was something about each other that neither of you could put your finger on. That even though you both had just met , you both felt some kind of calming, comforting presence about each other.

"Are you gonna finish helping me Tommy or are you just gonna stand there fucking around?" Joel huffs from the other room as he's putting your bed together.

"Jesus someone's grumpy" you mumble before you realize what you've said and you hand shot up to cover your mouth.

Tommy grins wildly and snickers quietly at your comment "yea he can be pretty fucking grumpy sometimes" he winks as he heads in to help Joel.

There's a knock at the door and you leave everyone in the kitchen to answer it, wondering who it could possibly be. Much to your surprise it's a young girl probably about 16-17 with full thick dark curly hair.

"Hi, can I help you?"

"Hi, I'm Sarah! I live next door" she says excitedly.

"I was just wondering if my dad was still her?"

Joel hearing Sarah's voice enters the living room.

"Is everything alright? We're almost done here"

"Yea I was just wondering if you had any ideas for dinner?"

You looked at your phone realizing it was almost 7pm

"Let us get a round of pizza as a thank you for you and Tommy's help, it's the least we could do"

"Oh no that's ok sweetheart we don't want to be a bother, you two must be tired"

"Really it's ok, the companies nice" you say your eyes meeting Tommy's for a moment before you smile.

"Really it's the least we could do" Stacey pipes in.

"They're trying to do something nice Joel, let 'em" Tommy says before letting his gaze rest on you. He had admittedly his own selfish reasons for wanting to stay longer. He wanted to stay in you presence as long as he could.

"Sarah these are our new neighbors, this is Stacey and (Y/n)"

"Hi! It's so nice to meet you both!" She exclaims. Joel can't help but notice that as soon as Sarah's there both you and Stacey give her your undivided attention answering all her questions and laughing with her like you had know their family for ever. He was taken by surprise by this and it made it him so happy to see.

"Oh shit" you pause "does the pizza place deliver? I'm just realizing our cars getting transported here and they won't arrive until next week sometime"

"They don't but it's no problem, I can go pick it up"

"I'm happy to go with you to help,Tommy"

"Ok deal" he says a small smile on his face, pleasantly taken aback by your offer to join him.

The pizza was great and the company was even better, it was so nice getting to know the Millers, everything flowed normal like you'd know them for years.

"Y'know, I'd be more than happy to bring you guys to the grocery store tomorrow so you can get some things until you cars arrive" Tommy offers with a warm smile.

"Oh no that's ok, we couldn't impose on you like that. It's the weekend I'm sure you have better things to do then drive either of us around."

"Oh trust me sweetheart he ain't got nothin' goin' on"

"Jesus Christ Joel" Tommy mumbled while smacking his brother. His face turning the slightest shade of red.

"Well if it truly wouldn't be a bother, I'll happily take you up on your offer"

"I'm more than happy to help, when's a good time for you?"

"Let's say like 2pm?"

"Sounds like a plan I'll be here at 2"

Tommy's heart melts at how thoughtful and caring you are right off the bat.

"Well we best be goin' don't want to over stay our welcome I'm sure the two of you must be tired" Tommy pipes up stretching as he stands.

"Well you guys are welcome here any time." You offer with a genuine but tired smile.

"Here you two take my cell number incase you ever need anything I'm right next door" Joel offers.

Stacey walks everyone out while you stay in the kitchen to start cleaning up.

You look up to see Tommy shyly standing in the doorway.

"I-I just wanted to give you my number incase you decide you don't want to go tomorrow you can just text me" his tone is shy like he's half expecting you won't want to go after all.

He puts his number in your phone and hands it back you. "Well I'll see you tomorrow" he says giving you a hopeful smile.

"Well wait"

He turns quickly on his heels back to you.

"Let me give you my number too, um incase you decide you don't have time to go tomorrow you can just text me"

"Your not getting rid of me that easy" he teases

"Jesus Tommy leave the poor girl alone, let's go"

Tommy let's out a groan and rolls his eyes.

"Sorry" he whispers pulling his gaze to the floor. Before he can turn you lightly reach out touching his arm. "Don't listen to him, your not bothering me" you say flashing him a warm smile. His eye light up at your comment "I'll see you tomorrow"

When you hear the door shut you run into the living room locking eyes with Stacey like your both dying to say the same thing.

"Are they infront of the house still?!"

Stacey quickly checks out the window "no there gone!"

"Umm had you met them before?"

"No... but Jesus a little heads up from my uncle Ron that his neighbors were hot as hell would of been nice" she says as you both breakout in laughter.

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You hear a knock at the door pausing to look at the time, you realize it must be Tommy.

“Stacey can you grab the door? I think it’s Tommy. I’m just finishing getting dressed” you call from your room, already hearing her footsteps

“Im on it!”

“Hey Tommy, come on in, make yourself at home (y/n) is just finishing getting ready.”

“Sorry I know I’m a little early.”

The tone of his voice made your heart beat faster. Him being early made you smile, you were always early for everything.

“Can I get you anything to drink? Not that we actually have anything to offer you but I can get you some water” she chuckles and shrugs

“ oh no I’m all set thank you darlin’”

Tommy perks up and smiles at the mere sound of your foot steps coming down the hall, this doesn’t go unnoticed by Stacey.

“I’m so sorry I kept you waiting Tommy”

“Oh it’s no trouble really Darlin’ I don’t mind at all, it’s my fault for being early”

He stands as soon as you enter the room and you look up to see his beautiful calming smile, gaze already on you.

You can feel your face heating up but you can’t help but smile just as much back at him.

“You coming’ along too Stacey?”

“No, not today. I’m gonna stay here and work on unpacking, but don’t worry I sent her with a list.” She laughs when you roll your eyes and playfully pushed her shoulder, making Tommy chuckle, he loves seeing a little glimpse at your personality.

You turn to him “sorry looks like you’re stuck with just me today” you tease giggling and shrugging dramatically.

Your giggle and playfulness sends a shiver down his back into a fluttering in his stomach, like there’s a magnetic pull between the two of you. He wonders if you feel it too and little does he know but you do, you also feel it.

“I wouldn’t quiet word it like that darlin’”

Your face turns red and you turn away embarrassed.

“I’m ready to go if you are” you manage to get out.

When you get out to Tommy’s truck he opens the door for you, closing it once you’re situated.

You’re barely out of the driveway when a big loud yawn escapes you. Tommy laughs as your hands snap up to cover your face in embarrassment.

“Am I boring you already sweetheart? We barely made it out of the driveway” he teases as he nudges your shoulder lightly with his hand. You can’t help but smile when he touches you, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Omg I’m so sorry that was so rude, I’m just tired. I didn’t exactly go to bed when you guys left last night like I was intending to. And since we have nothing in the house I haven’t had my coffee today”

He can’t help but smile as he catches a glimpse of you stretching and getting more comfortable. Tommy is beaming with pride at the thought that he’s able to make you feel comfortable being alone with him. Trust and making people comfortable are too very important things to Tommy.

“Would you like to go grab a cup of coffee with me?” He says smiling somewhat nervously. Worried about making you feel weird.

“The coffee shop Sarah works at is close, she should be workin’ today plus I haven’t had my afternoon coffee yet”

You can’t help your lips curling into the most genuine smile that you’ve given someone other than Stacey in what feels like years.

“That would be really nice, I’d love too!”you say turning your gaze to him. He pulls his eyes off the road just long enough so he can take in your beautiful smile. Making him smile just as big and genuine back at you. Tommy’s smiles makes your heart skip a beat. There’s just something about him, something that makes you feel comfortable and completely at ease in a way that nobody that you just met ever has.

You guys pull up to the coffee shop and he gets out and opens the door for you, offering a hand to help you slide out of the truck. You give him a warm smile as he does so. As soon as you and Tommy step into the cafe your greeted with a excited “Uncle Tommy and (y/n)!”

Your heart warms that Sarah remembers your name.

“Hey Kiddo” Tommy greets her, turning back to smile at you.

Your mind races my god this man is such a flirt but also the nicest goddamn person I’ve ever met you think you yourself.

“What can I get you guys, it’s on the house” Sarah says genuinely happy you and Tommy stopped by.

“Oh that’s so nice of you, you don’t have to do that”

“Please, it’s my perk of working here, I can treat my family and friends with coffees when I want and I’m excited you and Uncle Tommy stopped in”

You’ve never felt more excepted and welcomed the way the Miller family has made you feel instantly, you already feeling the weight of how special it is to have them all in your life, they are the family you always wished you had.

As your waiting for your coffees Tommy sees the exact moment you realize there’s local art and photographs lining the walls of the cafe. He watches as you make your way around the empty cafe taking time to look at every piece of art work. Tommy finds you radiant in the moment, watching your soft expression as you intently take in each piece, the way your eyes scan over every detail, the way you smile at the ones you like the most. The way your opening up, letting your guard down allowing him get a glimpse into who you are and what makes you tick.

His large hand ghosts over your lower back before settling there, his tone low and soothing “would you like to sit or leave?”

You turn to look at him, his gaze is already intently on you, he doesn’t want to startle you or make you uncomfortable. His features soften into a goofy smile when you meet his gaze with a smile, “Let’s sit” his hand stays on your lower back for a few beats as you walk to your seats and you swear he can feel you’re pulse radiating outside of you’re body.

The conversation with Tommy flows easily and naturally, both of you having no idea that the other is completely soothed and calmed my each others presence.

“Do you and Stacey plan to stay Austin?”

“We do, it’s a new start for us and since her uncle left the house to her we figured this was the place for us. Neither of us have any interest in living back home so I think we’ll be here for the long hall. And our jobs allow us to work remotely so our work was fine with us moving. We just have to go back a couple times a year for meetings.” Tommy can tell that something happened but he won’t push you, if you want him to know you’ll tell him when your ready.

“Oh y’all work together? What do y’all do?”

“Yea, we’ve been friends for years from a job we worked at together and then I left and got her hired there when I got settled. We work for a company that makes mens and womens grooming products. We used to work in their warehouse doing physical hands on work but now we’ll be working on their customer service team fixing problems with peoples orders and answering emails and customer chats. It’ll be a adjustment, they gave us a couple weeks off to get settled”

Tommy admires your job and is impressed that your not afraid to work hard and get your hands dirty.

“What do you do for work?”

“I’m a contractor, Joel and I actually run a contracting business together. We started it shortly after I came back from Desert Storm.” As it slips out of his mouth he panics internally. He usually doesn’t talk about his time in the military with people, hiding that part of his life from most people. He’s really struggling with life after being at war and most people don’t respond well to that so he just stopping sharing.

“I didn’t know you were a veteran, thank you for serving.” You smile warmly at him, sensing that he’s nervous about bringing it up.

“I won’t press you to talk about it. I understand that it’s deferent for everyone. I’m not here to judge you either way. But I’m here if you ever want to talk about it.” You reach over placing your hand on his briefly to comfort him. His dark coffee eyes soften and his face relaxes at the reassurance. You pull you hand away when Sarah approaches you guys. “Hey (y/n) I’m off on Tuesday and Wednesday this week and wanted to see if you and Stacey might want some company and help unpacking?”

“Oh! Sarah that’s so nice of you, we would love some company, don’t feel like you have to help us unpack but your welcome over at our place anytime, both of you really are welcome over well I guess I should say all 3 of you guys always a place at our house.”

“Here’s both of our numbers if you ever need us and feel free to come over anytime after school” you say handing her a napkin with both your and Stacey’s numbers it.

“We should get going, I don’t want to keep you tied up all day” you anxiously express not wanting him to feel your wasting his day off.

“Anything particular you’d like to listen too?” Tommy asks as your getting settled back into the truck.

“I really like a little bit of everything music wise, put on what ever your feeling like”

“Alright well here’s a little bit of Texas’s finest” he says with that cute cocky smile on his face as he hits play and the music fills the truck.

You start grooving to the music as soon as the first note starts, knowing exactly what it is.

Tommy grins wildly when he sees your into it. “You know these guys?”

“Yea I listen to them all the time” you can’t help but smile at seeing this little bit of his music taste, knowing he probably likes a lot of the same stuff that you do.

“So… I’ve gotta run to Target today for some stuff and thought I’d see if you wanted to go, see if you might need anything there. If not no worries I’ll just go after we take you grocery shopping”

You can’t help but smile “ oh no that’s ok I don’t want to take up your whole day” you say trying to decline but the smile remains on your face and he can see it out of the corner of his eye. You can’t help it but let out a little laugh covering part of your face as you face the window.

“What?” He says letting out a little chuckle, which makes you giggle again.

“What’s so funny darlin’?”

You can’t contain the laugh that bubbles out as you start to answer “I love Target” you say barely able to hold back the giggle which makes him laugh at your comment.

“Well that settles it then, we’re going to Target”

You try to respond but he cuts you off before you get any words out.

“I know what your gonna say, don’t worry about me, I’m having a good day”

He says playfully nudging you’re arm as he pulls away from the curb.

“Well good, because I’m having a good day too” you smile playfully returning the nudge.

You and Tommy finally find your way to the grocery store, wandering up in down every isle both with carts when you feel you phone buzz.

You pull it out of your pocket and see that Stacey texted you. You can’t help but let out a loud boisterous as you read your message, catching Tommy’s attention, making him smile instantly at the sound of it. Your back is turned to Tommy as he comes up behind you.

“What’s go ya laughin’ sweetheart?” He says chuckling, His voice smooth and husky sending a shiver down your spine. Your turn your head slightly and notice he’s right behind you, so you hold youre phone up level with your shoulder so he can see. “Oh just got this text from Stacey” you say reading it out loud

Stacey: uhhhh you’ve been gone for hours did Tommy axe murder you or what?

Tommy laughed as your reading, leaning forward slightly brushing his broad chest against your back. He’s surprised your sharing this moment with him but happy to see a glimpse into how the two of you are and how your friendship is.

Y/n: sorry to report I’m alive and well, you won’t be getting rid of me that easily! We are wrapping up at the grocery store. Sorry he also took me to Target so it’s taken longer

Tommy sees your response to her, taking joy in the sense of humor you have.

Stacey: oh shit he took you to Target?! What has he done, he’s never getting rid of you now hahaha….well I went up to the market near the house to get stuff to make your chili recipe and it’s been in the crockpot. He’s welcome to stay for dinner if you want.

He’s still right behind you, chest still lightly touching your back.

“Shes right, the least we could do is feed you after you’ve put up with me all day” you say trying to be funny and keep your cool with how close he is to you.

He finds you’re comment funny but he’s also sensing some truth in your words that you feel like he’s just been putting up with you. Which tugs at his heart because quiet frankly it’s the exact opposite, Tommy couldn’t be happier spending time with you the last couple days. Even though you two just met he feels such a strong connection with you.

“Oh before we check out, do you know what kind of snacks Sarah likes or if she likes anything special to drink? If she’s going to come over to the house a lot I want to make sure theres some stuff she likes in the house”

Tommy melts at how big he’s realizing your heart is, how thoughtful and caring you are. The fact that you’re even giving the time of day to Sarah means a lot to him and he knows it would to Joel too.

You guys finish getting the last few items you need, check out and load everything into the truck.

You return back to your the house and carry all the bags inside, on the last trip out to truck Tommy asks “do you want me to stay for dinner?” His question catching you off guard, Tommy comes off as very confident yet you can hear a hint of nervousness as he calls back to Stacey’s statements.

When you meet his gaze he already looking at you, searching your body langue for something that tells him you want him to stay.

“Because I understand if not, you’ve been dealin’ with me all day”

You’re features soften and smile warmly when you answer. “Of course I do, I’d love for you to stay for dinner if you’d like too. But i totally get it if not, you have been stuck with me all day after all.”

“I’d love too” his features immediately soften, the cutest smile tugs at his lips.

Tommy takes a big bite of the chili and sits back in his chair a little “damn I think this is the best chili I’ve ever had, you made this?”

“Oh yea I put it together but it’s (y/n)’s recipe”

“It’s your recipe?”

“Yea I combined two recipes because I didn’t have everything I needed one time so I’ve just been making it like this ever since”

“Oh she’s being modest, she loves to cook she cooks all the time” she says smirking as she seems you blush a little.

“You’ll have to come over for dinner again one night when she’s is cooking”

You can feel Tommy’s eyes on you as you mumble “shut up” kicking her under the table. Making her giggle a little bit. You bring your gaze up to meet Tommy’s and he has this cocky little smile on his face. “Oh I’d love that darlin’”

You smile, feeling your cheeks heating up.

“So what did you do today while you thought I was getting axe murdered?”

Tommy chuckles at you and Staceys banter.

“Worked on unpacking most of the kitchen”

“Oh! I unpacked some really important stuff!” She exclaims

“Oh yea?” You say pulling your brows together giving her a inquisitive look, not really sure what’s about to come out of her mouth.

“Yea! All the alcohol and mixers, and I got the internet and tv set up so we can start having our famous movie nights again”

Tommy notices the way you light up at her answer. “Whats this famous movie night about?”

“Oh we started this tradition back home since we both really like movies, to do a movie night once a week. We get our favorite snacks and make our favorite drinks and pick a movie or some nights we have a particular theme”

“Jesus, you ladies just keep getting cooler and cooler. These nights sound awesome.” He says his southern accent thick.

“Oh! We should have one tonight to celebrate, you should join us Tommy” Stacey’s says excitedly smiling at you as if she’s reading your mind.

You’re not looking but you can feel Tommy’s eyes on you as your cheeks turn the slightest shade of red, you can see his smile out of the corner of your eye.

Stacey kicked your foot under the table, pushing you to add a comment

God you hate that you get shy and embarrassed so easily.

“You should join us, we’d love to have you” you say sheepishly wanting to crawl in a hole for while and hide.

“Well that sounds great to me, I’d love to join you two”

“I’ll make up the drinks, grab a snack and make yourself comfortable” you say giving him a warm smile.

Stacey peeks in the living room and turns back to helping with the drinks. With a huge smirk she says “I call sitting in the big chair.”

You look at her suspiciously and peek into the living room seeing Tommy sitting on the couch close to the spot where you normally sit.

You turn back to her with a scowl. “Are you trying to kill me?” You say chuckling.

She shrugs teasingly “I think he likes you” she smiles and books it into the living room and following shyly with yours and Tommy’s drinks. You hand him his and sit a couple cushions away from him.

“I’m gonna go change, you two figure out what to watch” Stacey says running upstairs.

He rests his arm on the back of the couch turning is broad upper body to face you, slightly pulling his knee onto the couch “it’s ok I sit on the couch with you right darlin’?” His drawl smooth, tone tender and curious. Your face heating up before you mimic the way he’s sitting to face him.

“Gee, well I guess I can share the couch with you this once if I have too” your barely about to get it out without cracking a smile and laughing hysterically, making Tommy laugh too. He scoots a little closer, reaching out and ever so lightly brushing against youre hand with his. “You really have quite the sense of humor, I enjoy it” he says with the sweetest, almost boyish smile on his face.

“Thank you, I love making people laugh. It makes me happy”

Midway through the second movie you could feel your eyes starting to get heavy. Letting out a silent yawn you scoot down on the couch laying on your side, curling you legs up your side and putting the pillow on the arm of the couch so your kind of in the fetal position to not crowd Tommy. Within a couple minutes of settling in you’re fast asleep.

Tommy’s Pov

I can’t help but notice how cute (y/n) looks all curled up and fast sleep on the couch as the movie ends. I wanted so badly to tell her that she could stretch out her legs or that she could lean on me but I didn’t want to come off as weird.

“Did she fall asleep?” Stacey says chuckling pulling me from my thoughts as she turns the lamp next to her on.

“Yea she’s been out for a little while, should I wake her up?

“No she’ll be alright, she gets a little grumpy sometimes when she gets woken up, nobody wants that” she says laughing as she stands and stretches.

“Do you have a blanket I can cover her up with?”

“Oh yea of course, let me grab her favorite blanket for you”

Stacey’s Pov

I can’t help but be touched by how incredibly caring and attentive Tommy is being with (y/n). When I return with her blanket for him I watch him as he studies it for a moment taking in every detail about it as if there’s going to be a test in the morning. He throws it over his shoulder for a moment as he very gently and softly straightened out her legs and then pulls the blanket over her, tucking her in.

“I just wanted to make her more comfortable so she doesn’t wake up all stiff in the morning”

“Thank you, Tommy. That’s really sweet of you. I know that would it would mean a lot to her, she’ll really appreciate it.”

“Well I guess I should be goin’, thank you very much for having me tonight”

“Your welcome Tommy, it was nice having you over. I know (y/n) really enjoyed having you over too. You two seemed like you had a great day.”

“I’m really happy to have spent the day with her”

I can’t help but notice the way he’s smiling as he’s talking about you.

“Well good night darlin’, could you tell her I said good night too?”

“Good night Tommy, I’ll tell her in the morning” I say with a warm smile sending him off into the night.

#tommy miller x reader #gabriel luna #the last of us #tommy miller #joel miller #tlou hbo #tommy tlou #joel tlou #fanfic

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malarkgirlypop · 8 months

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MEDIC! - 6th Part (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

Hello, that was mean of me wasn't it, leaving you hanging off the cliff. Well here you go the next part. This story is so long, I am so sorry if you aren't a long story fan but I cannot stop myself. I love my OC she is me I am her, she is all of us. @brassknucklespeirs has been giving me some tasty little story lines so you know it's gonna be good. I'm so excited like the last chapter it's intense. I should make a playlist for Emily but I'm busy. I might do it later if people want it. As per usual this is based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to the real men in WW2.

Trigger warning: Talks of rape, violence, use of derogatory language.

I gasp for air, my eyes opening, I look up at the same scene I saw when Malarkey was carrying me through the forest, the green against the white.

“She’s breathing!” I look around worried faces come into my vision. “Em, Oh God!” someone says from behind me. Sighs of relief fill the air.

“Emmy! Jesus, way to scare us all to death.” Lieb says to my left. I go to sit up.

“Woah, steady there Darlin’.” Bull moves behind me resting my back on his front.

“Lieb?” I croak out, looking at the man confused at what everyone is so worried about. Gene sits on his haunches at my waist puffing.

“Your heart stopped!” Gene pants. I take a deep breath finding that my chest aches, probably from the compressions he would’ve had to do. I look out of the foxhole to see Malarkey and Nixon both looking like they are about to pass out. Winters stands beside them watching me closely.

“Sorry to scare you all.” I look at each of them. Lieb moves forward pulling me into his embrace, I hug him back. “Don’t do that again.” He says sternly in my ear. “Yes, Sir.” I whisper, earning a chuckle.

“Let’s get you out of this hole.” Bull says, he easily pulls me to my feet. “How do you feel? Can you walk?” He asks. I nod moving slowly, it feels so good to move again. I am helped by the men to climb out of the foxhole.

“Ok men back to the front, spread the good news.” The men grumble but head back to the front. Nixon stands close, putting his hand on the small of my back to ensure I am steady on my feet.

“Let’s get you something to eat and drink. You’ll need a new top too. The buttons have been ripped off of the one you are wearing.” Winters says, I look down, finding my long sleeve shirt hanging open. I wrap the top around me.

The next day we sit in the tent. I slowly sip tea that Winters made for me. A blanket hangs from my shoulders. Nixon sits across from me watching my every move like I will vanish if he takes his eye off me.

“Who did it Em?” Nixon questions leaning forward. I think back to the incident, the faces are blurred, the men themselves seem like they have been censored from my mind. I shake my head trying to get the picture to clear.

“Nixon! Don’t ask her that! She will tell us when she’s ready.” Winters reprimands the intelligence officer.

“I don’t remember. It’s all a blur. I remember finding something that scared me and then, I can’t, it’s blank.” I say disheartened. Nixon’s brows crease as he takes my hand resting on the table between us giving me a loving squeeze.

“I’m sorry Em, I just. Ugh. I just want those men to be dealt with.” He’s angry, his jaw hard set as he looks behind me. Gunshots fire in the distance pulling my focus.

“When can I go back?” I ask looking towards Winters. Both Winters and Nixon look at me like I have grown another head.

“Emily you just got better, you’re technically still recovering.” Winters makes his way over to me, laying his hand on my shoulder.

“I can’t sit here and do nothing, I feel like I will go insane trying to replay whatever happened to me.” I plead my case to Winters.

“But it was a big trauma Em.” His face softens, still trying to get me to rest.

“I feel better, I swear I will take it easy. I will just help Gene.” I beg, giving my best puppy dog eyes to convince him.

“Oh fine, fine!” He concedes throwing up his hands in surrender.

“YES!” I stand shaking off the blanket, grabbing my gear. I scoot past Winters on my way past giving him a quick peek on the cheek. He chuckles and shakes his head as I make my way over to the front.

I make my way to Gene, he looks weary and cold. “You good Gene?” I ask as I approach.

“I should be asking you that aye Em?” He gives a small smile. “How well are you stocked?” He asks.

“Not good, only a few bandages, no plasma and like one morphine. How about you?” I look through the stock in my bag.

“About the same.” He says. “I was thinking we are going to have to scavenge a bit to get supplies, we are going to need it.” He is tired, he looks like he needs a good sleep.

“I will do whatever you need Gene, just tell me what you want me to do.” I say giving his arm a reassuring squeeze.

I follow him as we try to find the other medic Doc Ryan so that we can trade items and stock take our supplies.

“Spina.” Gene calls to the medic digging a hole in the frozen ground.

“Doc.” Spina acknowledges the man.

“What’s happening?” Gene asks.

“We’re digging in, right along the line.” Spina says while shovelling.

“So what did you get?” Spina asks Gene, throwing the shovel over his shoulder.

“I got uh. I got this and I got myself a Kraut bandage.” Gene hands him things, as they both take a seat in the half dug foxhole. I make my way over sitting on the edge of the hole.

“What? This is it?” Spina says when Gene doesn’t hand him anything else.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Gene sounds defeated, god I didn’t know we were so low on everything.

“What about you?” Spina turns his attention to me.

“Same for me.” I say rummaging through my medic bag. I watch Gene pull his last Morphine syrette, I only have one on my person as well.

“You know, First Battalion has pulled out of Foy. Heavy casualties.” Gene says to Spina.

“They left?” I ask, having missed the update.

“So, if they’re pulling back then what the hell are we doing sitting here?” Spina asks, Gene is focused on the morphine in his hand.

“We need more morphine. This is all I got.” He put the morphine back into its box tucking it away in his bag.

“You got extra scissors?” Gene asks the both of us. I shake my head.

“Uh-uh just the one.” Spina says drinking from his canteen.

“First Sergeant Lipton.” I hear being called out through the woods. A man appears at the foxhole. “What’s this? Three medics in one hole?” He asks, dramatically putting his hand on his hip, I choke back a laugh. Who is this guy?

“Yes Sir!” Spina replies.

“And what’s going to happen to us if you take a hit? Huh?” The man stands with his hand tucked onto his hip trying to be assertive, but Spina seems to take the man for a joke.

Lip marches up behind the man, “Sir?” he asks.

“First Sergeant, where is my foxhole?” The man demands. My mouth falls open at the rude way he speaks to Lip.

Lip looks incredulously at the man, “this way Sir.” He motions his hand back in the direction the man appeared from. None of the other medics seem to be paying attention to this interaction, I watch intently.

“Maybe you missed it, huh?” Lip says to the man. “I’ll walk you back Sir. You’re a bit close to the line here.” Lip seems to be annoyed at the man.

“Goddammit.” The man mutters, marching away.

“Who is that man?” I ask the boys sitting in front of me.

“That’s First Lieutenant Dike, the men are calling him foxhole Norman though.” Spina says in a hushed voice.

“Why?” I question.

“He goes missing whenever there is action, says he is going for a walk but who knows where he goes.” Spina says. I let my mouth fall open.

“And he’s the First Lieutenant?” I ask surprised, Spina nods. I raise my eyebrows making a judgemental face.

“Alright here's the plan Em,” Gene says to me as we leave Spina, “you go down to Dog company, see what you can scrounge from the men and I will go to Fox.” Gene instructs pointing behind me. “Keep low Em, meet me back at Easy when you are done.” He turns and walks away from me. I follow his instructions, keeping back from the line as I make my way over to where Dog company is stationed, not far over from Easy.

I make my way over to one of the foxholes back from the line, dropping inside next to another man.

“First Sergeant?” I ask the man huddling in the foxhole.

“Yeah, who’s asking?” The Sergeant replied.

“Lane, I’m one of the medics from Easy Sir.” I introduce myself to the man.

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” He seemed surprised.

“Excuse me?” I ask, shocked by his comment.

“Ah, nothing. What do you want, Lane?” The man dismisses his previous question.

“I came to see if you have any extra medical supplies?” I tell the man.

“You might have to go ask the men for their own supplies, we are running low as well.” He sighs, focusing his eyes back onto the line. I go to climb out of the hole when his hand grabs my forearm. “We actually have a couple casualties, can you tend to them, I have no idea where our medic is.” His stare pins me to the ground, not giving any room to protest. I give a sharp nod. “That one over there has someone in it.” He points to a foxhole a couple of metres away.

I leave the hole, keeping low, I drop into the foxhole that the Sergeant pointed out to me. A man lies in the bottom, I almost land on him as I enter. The other man keeps eyes on the line. I see blood soaking into the green of his jacket on his shoulder.

“Hey!” I say tapping the man, he flinches at my touch. He turns over to look at me, “What happened?” I ask the man, who vacantly stares past me. I shake him again trying to get his attention but his stare remains distant.

“Hey, what’s this guy's name? Do you know what happened?” I ask the other soldier crouched next to me. He slowly swivels to face me, as our eyes lock, terror washes over my features. I feel my heart stop as a cold sweat pricks at my skin. I go to stand trying to escape him but I don’t move fast enough. The man who pinned me down in the woods grabs my mouth preventing me from making any noise, slamming my head back into the side of the foxhole. My helmet only takes so much of the brunt, black spots dance over my vision.

“You’re supposed to be dead.” The man says in disbelief, coming into my face to whisper so that no one can hear what is going on. I struggle beneath his hold. “I should’ve killed you when I got the chance.” My body stills at the words, “but I don’t have a thing for fucking dead bodies.” A fire ignites in my chest, my blood coursing through my body filled with hate. I open my mouth biting down hard at the soft flesh between his thumb and index finger, I bite hard enough to draw blood. The man yelps in pain, snatching his hand back but he moves quickly striking his palm to my cheek. I tuck my knees to my chest using the wall behind me to send him flying back crashing into the other wall. I clamber out of the foxhole, but still he is quick. Grabbing my ankles he yanks me back into the hole, not before a scream rips from my throat echoing through the trees. I am soon back on the floor of the foxhole and the man clamps a hand around my mouth and his other around my throat.

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” he hisses in my face repeatedly, thumping my body into the ground as his hand squeezes my neck, cutting off my blood and oxygen supply. My head spins from the loss of air. I claw at his face with my nails drawing blood from his cheeks.

“What the fuck is going on?” I hear from above us, the man quickly releases me from his grasp. I crawl away from him sucking in gulps of air into my burning lungs. I haul myself out of the hole lying in the snow. Other men have gathered around to see what the commotion was. I hear the sound of feet crunching in the snow, the men from Easy arrive, I watch their eyes survey the scene, Lieb and Malarkey leading with Bull, Toye and Bill not far behind. Malarkey’s eyes find me first widening at the sight of me sprawled out on the snow.

“Should I repeat myself, Private?” The man who found us first speaks, I recognise him. Speirs, the man who everyone is afraid of due to the rumours; there is one about him giving out smokes to a bunch of POWs before shooting them all.

The soldier has climbed out of the hole sitting on his knees in front of Speirs. I roll over, slowly getting to my feet, swaying, I shake my head steadying myself.

“She attacked me first.” He accuses. I snort, spitting the blood from my mouth onto the snow. “She bit me!” he holds out his hand for Speirs to see.

“And tell me how, Private, that your hand got so close to her mouth that she bit it.” Speirs tilts his head as he stares down the man with his deadly glare. There is movement from behind Speirs. I flick my gaze over watching Bull hold back a raging Lieb, the other men watch with looks that could kill.

“Yeah, tell them Private.” I taunt the man, “tell them how you couldn’t get it up.” I wipe the blood running down my cheek, giving the man a sadistic grin.

“Tell them how you brought two other men to hold me down while you tried to rape me. What? Were you worried that you weren’t strong enough to do it by yourself?” My brows quirks as I ask the question, arms folded in front of me. I walk up to the man getting close to his face. “Should I tell everyone that you’re a coward with a tiny cock?” The man seethes, he growls in anger flinging himself forward taking me down to the ground. I laugh in his face. “God you’re so easy to wind up.” He is quickly dragged up from on top of me. I am helped to my feet by Malarkey, the rest of the men looking like they are chomping at the bit to fight.

“Take that man to the Captain, tell them what he did. Find the other men who attacked Lane the other day and bring them in too.” Speirs commands two soldiers to drag the man away.

“Go back to your spots men, the show is over.” Speirs announces, as the men watching slowly dissipate back into the burrows. The Easy company men are by my side in seconds. Malarkey stands close, he cups my face, his eyes frantically scanning my head looking for any injuries.

“I’m fine Malark.” I try to say but he has squished my face so it makes it harder to talk.

“Fucking Dog company.” Lieb seethes next to me. Bull watches me concerned. Toye and Bill are on guard, glaring down any man that walks too close to the group.

“Easy company come with me.” Commands Speirs. He marches back towards where we are camped. We follow him back, Malarkey and Lieb glued to me. Lieb looks ready for a fight. I watch his hands clench and unclench. His jaw tight, his eyes dart around. Malarkey is the same, I have never seen him angry before, I have always known him as kind and sweet but this man escorting me back to the camp is vengeful, his face is hard and stoic but his eyes are a blazing fire.

“At least we found him.” I try to make light of the situation but the men don’t reply seemingly in their own world, I’m sure they are planning various ways to make the soldier pay for his crimes. The men in front of us are no different, their silence is deafening. We arrive, Winters and Nixon look pissed. They dismiss the other men only leaving me with the Captains and Speirs.

We sit in the tent around the table, I look at the floor fiddling with the button on my jacket. I feel like I have been brought into the principal's office to be scolded.

“What happened?” Winters asks Speirs who sits next to me.

“Well Sir I’m sure we all heard the scream that alerted us to the situation in the first place.” Starts Speirs leaning his arms on the table.

“It took me a while to find where the noise actually came from, since she was, I am assuming, dragged back into the foxhole by the soldier.” He looks to me for confirmation, to which I nod.

“When I finally found where the sound came from I looked into the hole to find the man strangling Lane here, he was also covering her mouth and whispering to her, but I didn’t hear what was said.” Speirs says. I feel their eyes land on me.

“He was telling me to shut up.” I say looking up to meet Winters eyes, regretting my decision, the look on his face breaking my heart. I avert my gaze back to the ground.

“Did he say anything else?” Nixon asks.

“He said that he should’ve killed me when he had the chance, but that he…” I pause, clearing my throat. I take a breath, I don’t want to have to tell Nixon and Winters what the asshole said to me. It was bad enough to hear from him but I keep going. “He said that he didn’t have a thing for fucking dead bodies.” I bite my lip looking up at the men, disgust evident on their faces.

“Thank you Lane, we will have this sorted.” Winters says dismissing me. He can’t even look at me, none of them can. I bite my inner lip. Standing I leave the tent letting them figure out what they want to do with the man.

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 2 years

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#303

“Clay, we’ve known each other for what? Thirty something years since our college days? I stood up in all three of your weddings. I was there for you when your dad died. I helped you try to save what was left of your business. So, I am here for you if you need to talk about Muriel. The divorce not going well? Thought so. It was clear to Laurie and me when we invited you for dinner last month. You didn’t want to talk about it, but we knew. She went through your money hunh?... Yeah. Fucking cunt…. Oh the divorce is over? Good…. Oh she’s got the house?... Ah! So that’s why we are here looking at your new cabin in the woods. Gotcha! I thought it was for another reason. I thought you bought this place because you wanted a private location to shoot your Only Fans porno videos….

“Don’t look at me that way. I know. From what I could see, you have two accounts, DadsCumDumpCunt and DeepCleaningDadsCrack. Love the adherence to the same acronym. Now you may wear that hood to block your identity, but your pec tattoo told me everything.

“Stop with the panicking. I’m just surprised that not only are you a sperm burper but you are one hell of a pig. Damn, I watched some of your videos and thought, how could I have missed this side of you for all these years? I’m fucking pissed off at you! Not over being an ass-eating, gaping-cunt fag. No, I could have been raw dogging your cunt on our hunting trips or gotten my shithole spit cleaned after a night of drinking all these years? That’s right. Remember Rodney? I used to fuck him three times a week. I have been using fags since college pretty much nonstop. I can’t tell you how many boys I have kept and then tossed aside.

“So who is this dad from your videos? I know they are different men in each video, but who is the dad in the titles? Do you have a daddy on the side?... No?... This changes everything. You are no longer my best bud. You are a bitch to me from this point on. Sure we may socialize, but make no mistake who the man is right now. And right now, this man needs his shithole tongue fucked. Is your rimseat I’ve seen in the videos in the cabin? Good. We’ll be using that in a bit. Kneel behind me.

“Before I drop my pants, you need to know that I have been using faggots for decades. Having a nine-inch dick affords me the opportunity to abuse them beyond what they would normally do. You already knew that I’m a controlling asshole, but it’s even more so when I have a faggot groveling at my feet begging for my dick to split them in two. I ain’t changing being the asshole.

“Once you stick your tongue into my crack and taste the ass of a real man, the past thirty years will mean nothing. That is, you are agreeing to be my fag, my slave, my cunt, my toilet, my property. I don’t treat this as a roll play thing. I will control everything: your job, your new cabin, your Only Fans accounts—which I may or may not shut down, when you have sex, and so on. Once your tongue enters my ass, you will be mine. This is the only time I will give you to back out.

“Here’s the ass you will be worshiping for hours at a time just about every day. I knew I was going to confront you about your videos, so I prepared my ass for you to test out your crack deep cleaning service. Take a deep breath. Here let me blow you a kiss. Nasty hunh? This is the moment. Eat me or get out.

“Atta boy!... Fuck! Fuck! God damned you know what the fuck you are doing. Jesus Christ, why did it take 30 years for this moment? Give me a reach around. Feel how hard you got me.

“Having my ass eaten is my favorite thing to do, way more than fucking or getting sucked. Man! I can’t count the number of times that I used my big dick privilege and waived it in their faces just to get fags to do a lot more than licking my crack. I have learned throughout the years that they will do anything I demand just to get access to it.

“But you are just doing it because it’s in your core. I’ve seen your videos. You have this drive for tongue fucking; you are a natural ass eater through and through.

“I can’t take this anymore. Let’s get out of these clothes and go inside. I need to sit on that face for a few hours. Cunt, you have a lot to make up for all that lost time.”

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soupandsauce · 2 months

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Sam does it better | NSFW

Sam Evans x fem reader

Summary: When a college guy tells you to get dressed and leave, Sam finishes the job

"What happened?" Sam asks as I walk into his dorm room with an annoyed face. I plop down on his bed and sigh.

"You know that guy Dennis I've been seeing lately?" I say as I unbutton my shorts and throw them on the floor, finally able to let my tummy out from the large meal I had earlier.

"Well yeah, what about him?" Sam asks as he sits in his beanbag chair, mouth slightly open as he throws a football up and down.

'We took it to his place and the second he took off my pants he said he can't do it" I say as I sit up, putting my hair into a ponytail as a way to fidget.

"Like can't have sex? Why?" Sam asks as he looks over at me with a puzzled expression, now holding his football in his hands, feeling the white strips under the pads of his fingers.

"He took one look at my bush and I saw his face drop!" I say with wide eyes.

"Oh my god.” Sam says deeply while rolling his eyes.

"God forbid a man can't eat with a hair in his food." he says as he sets the football down on his desk with a soft thud and stands up.

"What are you doing." I say, more of a command than a question as he walks over to the bed where I sit criss cross. I feel my stomach drop in nerves as he walks over to me casually and takes off his shirt with one hand.

"Finishing what he couldn't." Sam says as he grabs my legs by my knees and pulls me to the edge of his bed. My white panties are on full display inches from his face where he crouches.

"Only if that's cool with you." He says with his signature Sam smile, hovering his face inches above my clothed cunt.

I nod, "Yeah." I say as I swallow, realizing how much my body reacts to his touch, or lack thereof.

Sam smiles as he hears my response. He presses his tongue onto my cotton panties, tasting just a hint of my juices through the fabric. As his saliva seeps through the cotton, I feel the warmth of his tongue and gasp softly. Sam chuckles with his tongue still on me. He smirks at me as he takes off my panties, slowly sliding them off my hipbones and peeling them off my sticky core.

"Fuckin beautiful." He mumbles as he takes the whole thing in, smiling to himself at how lucky he got. I smile softly as I lay my head back on the bed, anticipating the first lick, which is usually the most intense. He wastes no time getting to business, laying his whole tongue flat against my folds before sweeping up all the juices. I moan aloud at the intense sensation and arch my back.

His next lick is my clit, closing his mouth around the bundle of nerve and softly shaking his head side to side, burying his nose in my bush. He hums as he sucks on my clit, swiping his tongue over it to stimulate it further.

"Fuck, Sam!" I exclaim, breathless as I grab his head of blonde hair, surprised with just how insanely good he's eating me out.

He groans, almost a whine as he then runs his tongue lower till he reaches my entrance, burying his tongue as deep inside of me as he can. he thrusts it in and out, and I groan in pleasure as I feel his nose brush against my clit as he does so.

"Jesus FUCK, Sam." I say, pulling on his hair which makes HIM moan and pull away.

He comes up with my shiny juices glossing up half of his face.

"Do you want me to wear a condom?" he asks with an almost breathless tone.

"yes please." I say, but he's already pulling one out of the drawer, wanting to wear one no matter what I say. I watch while biting my bottom lip as he opens the foil package and pulls down his grey joggers past his butt to free his dick from its cage. I smile as I see that he's rather well endowed. he rolls it on, pinching the tip as he does so.

I smile seductively at him and spread my legs for him real pretty.

"m so excited, fuck." he says with a smile, chuckling as he lines himself up.

'me too." I giggle as I get a good hold on his back.

"Ready?" he asks as he looks at me, in perfect position.

"yeah."

Then, he pushes his way in, hissing as his mushroom tip pops inside.

"Fuuuu-uuuck" he strains, staying right where he is, not going in any further in case I need to adjust.

"I'm okay, Sam." I whisper to him as I hold on tighter to his back.

So Sam pushes in further, slowly burying his cock inside of my cunt. Every inch fills me up so much better than the last until I feel like I can't stretch any more. Right before I know it's about to hurt, I feel his hairs press against my mound as he bottoms out. His balls rest against the supple flesh of my butt as he stills, knowing that not only I need to adjust, but he does as well.

"God, Sam." I exclaim quietly as I wrap my legs around his hips, feeling how he's clenching his butt to not cum early.

After about 20 seconds, he starts to pull out before thrusting inside again, splitting me all over again. The upward curve of his dick perfectly slides against my G spot at the right pressure for it to start swelling. With only the second thrust, I already feel my orgasm starting to bubble up like a soda bottle. I clench around him, thinking that maybe it will delay my orgasm, but instead the tightening causes sam to thrust roughly back in.

"Uuughh" He grunts as his hips slam into mine. "Fuck!"

I feel my fingers arch, my nails staring to dig into the muscles of his back. I feel his muscles tighten at the subtle pain, encouraging him to speed up. he holds my shoulders from behind as he presses his forehead against mine, sharing some intimate eye contact with me.

"That guy's a fucking loser if he refused this." Sam says with a trembling voice, holding in a nearing orgasm.

"You're so much better." I say, furrowing my eyebrows to aggressively tell Sam that he is, indeed, better. That praise seems to send Sam so close to the edge so he panics and reaches down to rub my clit to get me as close as he is.

"AH!" I exclaim, feeling that electric shock, knowing that I'm going to squirt with this one.

"SAM SAM SAM SAM!" I chant with each one of his sloppy thrusts until both of us eventually can't hold it anymore and cum. I splash all over Sam's tummy and cock and he stills deep inside of me. I can feel his cock twitch with each spurt of cum that seeps into the condom. He has a tight grasp on me, holding me tightly to his body as he finishes. My legs are tightly wrapped around his hips, shaking from holding him so hard.

When we catch our breaths, I release my legs from his waist and they fall onto the bed, spread like jello. Sam sits himself up and carefully slides himself out of me, holding the base of the condom until he is fully out. he takes it off, too tired to tie it as he drops it in his trash bin and then comes back with his towel. He breathes heavily as he weakly cleans in between my legs and then his lower tummy and dick.

"Jesus." he says as he flops onto his bed next to me and puts his arm on top of me. Both of us have little energy at all. We start to breath normally again and come back to it.

"Sam." I say, just above a whisper.

Sam turns his head to the side and then rolls over so that he's almost completely on top of me. "Yeah?"

"That was really amazing." I whisper to him, running my hands through his hair, feeling the urge to sooth him as he lays on top of me.

"Mhm" he says, starting to fall asleep but wanting to give me a response.

"Mmm im falling asleep but I want to tell you that I love you." he says as he forces himself to pick his head up to look at me with sleepy eyes. I smile as, I also, am falling asleep.

"I love you too." I say

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