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artandshid · 2 years

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Of Guilt and Butterflies

Disclaimer: Hey this is my first fic, sorry if it’s bad but if you guys have a title let me know. Basically Eddie gets paid to take out the reader, breaking both of their hearts in the process. I DONT OWN ANY CHARACTERS.

“You want to pay me, $200 to take out y/l/n?” Eddie asks Jason Carver with squinted eyes.

“Listen Munson,” Jason points his finger at Eddie trying to intimidate him, but Eddie just slaps his arm away, “Chrissy said the only way for her and I to get back together is if we go on a double date with Y/n.”

Y/n y/l/n was Eddie’s best friend. They’ve been best friends since middle school when she stood up for him against Carver himself. Now, in high school, him in his third senior year and y/n in her first round, she is also really good friends with Chrissy Cunningham. Now Eddie thought Chrissy was very sweet, even has a bit of a crush on her. The first problem with that is that she has a boyfriend, sorta, Jason. And the other problem, well he was certain that y/n was in love with him. He never brought it up though because he loves her, but platonically, and he didn’t want to mess that up, she is his most real friend.

“And you want to pay me to ask out my best friend just so you can get laid?” Eddie exclaims because Jason was fucking crazy.

“Listen to me man, I’ll up it to $300 okay? You’re the easiest target, she’s literally head over heels for you.” Jason said with a cocky smirk.

Eddie just shakes his head no.

“Dude, $300, don’t act like you don’t need it.” Jason shoved him and Eddie wants to punch him in the face.

But $300 would do him a lot of favors.

A new amp.

Touch ups on the van.

Getting closer with Chrissy, maybe she would realize that I’m better than Carver.

But what about y/n, she’s your best friend, and she’s in love with you, you can’t toy with her feelings like that man.

She wouldn’t even have to know, it’s just a date.

Yeah, but what if her feelings get stronger?

We’ll make sure they don’t, we’ll be the most vile human being possible.

That wouldn’t work, she’s already seen you at your worst and it doesn’t change anything about her feelings.

True, but seriously what’s the worst that could happen?

Oh I don’t know you break her heart and you lose your best friend.

Our friendship is stronger than anything.

This is a bad, bad idea Munson.

We’ll buy her something nice with the leftover money.

“$500 and you got yourself a deal.” Eddie says and stick his hand out to make it official.

“Fine, just don’t fuck this up.”

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“Hello darlin’” Eddie says to y/n when he approaches her in the school newspaper room.

She looks at him and smiles her beautiful wide smile. “Hey Eds, what’s new?” She pats the seat next to her and Eddie takes the hint to sit down.

“Nothing much, but I’ve been thinking.”

“That’s never good” Y/n says with a giggle and Nancy Wheeler laughs from her desk where she’s also working on the paper.

“Ha Ha” Eddie says sarcastically and pokes y/n’s side and she laughs again, shyly. “But seriously I was thinking, you’re good friends with Chrissy and I’m good friends with you, maybe we should do a double date with her and Jason.”

Y/n immediately pauses everything she’s doing, even her breathing. She slowly turns towards Eddie. “Did you just ask me on a date?” Eddie nods slowly, already feeling guilty, there’s still time to back out he thinks to himself.

But what about getting closer to Chrissy?

But what about your best friend?

Shut up.

“Yes if you want to go on a date with me?” He says shyly.

“Of course I do Eddie, but a double with Chrissy and Jason you guys hate each other?” She asks him looking for answers. She’s still so stunned that he even asked her on a date. She’s liked him since her freshman year and now he’s finally seeing her in the same light. She feels like floating. Not many people get to know Eddie Munson, and for fucks sake she considers herself to be the luckiest person to have the pleasure of knowing him. Of knowing him as well as she does. He doesn’t even understand how truly amazing he is and all she ever wanted was to be the one to show him that. And now he’s giving her the chance and she doesn’t want to question it too much, in case it’s a dream.

“I’ll get along with him for the night if it means i get to spend the night on a date with you.” he was laying it in thick, it makes him feel icky, but he quickly brushes that off reassuring himself that it’s okay.

“Of course Eddie, there is nothing I want more” And she leans in and hugs him, making him feel even more icky. His face scrunches up in disgust of himself, a face that doesn’t go unnoticed by Nancy Wheeler.

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Now it was Friday. And both “couples” were getting ready for their date. A date that Jason offered to pay for in full, at a very fancy restaurant. Meaning they had to dress fancy, too. Something Eddie wasn’t too happy about.

So now he’s sitting brooding on y/n’s couch waiting for her to come downstairs.

creak

Eddies head turned at the sound of movement coming from the stairs.

She looked stunning. More stunning than he’s ever seen his best friend. She’s always been pretty, but she’s beautiful in this moment.

She’s wearing a tight black dress and her heels, the ones she was currently bitching about hurting her feet, were in her hands.

“God I fucking hate dressing up.” She says frustratingly, plopping down on the couch next to Eddie to make it easier to put her heels on.

He grabs them and kneels in front of her, “Let me?” He didn’t even mean to do it. He was just suddenly on his knees in front of her, ready to strap her beautiful heels onto her beautiful feet.

She smiles at him gratefully, “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem, I’m not a fan of this dressing up either, but you knew that.” He said while he out her right shoe on.

“I know Eddie, we can cancel on them and have the night to do something else.” She says with a twinkle in her eyes

And under any other circumstances he would’ve considered it, but he was thinking about the money and most importantly, Chrissy.

“We can’t do that, Chrissy’s your friend.”

“Ugh I know I know, I’m sure we’ll make the most out of it.” She says while Eddie finishes up on her shoes and grabs both of her hands to pull her up off the couch.

“I’m sure we will.” He smiles at her.

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They reach the parking lot of the restaurant and Eddie parks his van next to Jason’s car.

They both get out of the car and Eddie is breathless when he sees Chrissy.

She’s so pretty, he may be drooling. She’s wearing a dress similar to y/n’s, except hers is dark green, in perfect contrast to her hair. And it was strapless, giving a beautiful view of her bare neck and chest.

Y/n’s voice snapped him out of it. “Hey guys, Chrissy you look so beautiful.” and Eddie smiles at both Jason and Chrissy. But when Jason shoots him a wink, he feels like throwing up.

“Should we get inside then?” Jason says and the four of them walk into the fancy restaurant.

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“Don’t you guys just love this place, it’s so beautiful.” Chrissy says in her normal happy-go-lucky tone.

“Yeah it’s beautiful, and the food is excellent.” y/n says while Eddie nods in agreement. Chrissy looks between both of them and smiles.

“You guys are like so cute together.” She says and Eddie chokes on his food while Jason laughs out of spite, something only Eddie notices.

Y/n just looks down shyly and says, “Thank you”

She wasn’t supposed to think that me and y/n look cute together. She’s supposed to get super jealous of me and her together. Eddie thinks to himself.

that’s stupid considering that you’re only here so she could have a date with Jason.

yeah shut up. I need to make her notice me.

Changing the subject Chrissy says, “I love going to these places because I get to dress up all fancy-like”

“Oh my gosh me too” Eddie exclaims and ignores the weird look y/n shoots him.

“Oh wow, Eddie Munson enjoys dressing up, you don’t seem like the type.” Chrissy said giggling at him and touching his hand. Was she flirting with him? He looks between y/n and Jason and notices that they’re not really reacting to it, so she must not be. But then she winks at him, something the other two parties missed, and he gulped.

“Yeah well, there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” Eddie says

“We’ll we might just have to change that.” Chrissy says.

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He was walking y/n up to her door now that the night was over. His leather jacket engulfing her frame because she was cold and that’s all he had in the van.

“Did you have fun tonight Eddie?” y/n turns to him when they reach the door.

“I always have fun with you sweetheart.” Eddie says while pulling at the collar of his jacket around her shoulders.

“Yeah I know, but I mean like you still had fun even though it was a date.” she asks while looking at the ground

He doesn’t know how to answer this because he did have fun, but to him it wasn’t a real date, which only makes him feel guiltier. “You really do look beautiful tonight y/n.” he says wanting to change the subject.

“Thank you Eddie, it means the most coming from you.” She says looking into his eyes.

“I mean the leather jacket just really completes the look, super sexy.” he says with a fake growl.

She laughs her beautiful laugh and he knows he’s in too deep in this, he knows she’s going to come out hurt, but what is he supposed to do now.

She starts to slip the jacket off but he stops her, “No you keep it, it looks way better on you.”

She smiles at him and leans up, completely shocking him with her lips in his. He feels like throwing up. Probably from guilt.

motherfuck.

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It started off with a deal.

“Hey Eddie” Chrissy said batting her eyelashes, making his stomach do somersaults.

“Hey Chrissy, so how much are you looking for?” He says grabbing the lunchbox containing his goods.

“However much I could get for twenty.” She says with a smile and he nods at her.

She reaches across for his hand and he looks up at her. “Listen I know all about Jason paying you.” Chrissy smirks.

Oh fuck.

“Please don’t tell y/n I can’t lose her friendship, I’m trying to figure out how to end it but please don’t tell her.” Eddie rambles while Chrissy makes her way over to his side of the bench.

She shushes him before taking a seat very, very close to him. He gulps.

“I won’t say a word Eddie.” She puts her hand on his chest. “As long as you don’t say anything about this.” And next thing he knows she’s kissing him. and it’s great. The difference between his kiss with Chrissy and his kiss with y/s is that his stomach doesn’t hurt kissing Chrissy.

When they pull apart Eddie says, “Wait I thought you were back with Jason.”

“I am, unfortunately, but it’s you I want to be with Eddie, I just can’t break it off with him, he’s basically my ticket to being prom queen.” Chrissy explains to him and clouded by “love”, Eddie blindly agrees.

And now he finds himself in a “relationship” with y/n that isn’t real but she thinks is real. And in a secret relationship with Chrissy that involves making out in private.

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The biggest difference in both “relationships” to Eddie is that you and him talk about everything. And him and Chrissy is basically just physical. Mostly just making out and…other shit. Never that far though.

Eddie and you though haven’t really done …other shit. He feels too guilty and he stops before you guys get carried away. At first it was okay, but now it was starting to bug you, you just didn’t know how to bring it up.

“Damn Chrissy take it easy.” Eddie laughs into her mouth as she pushes him into the secluded newspaper room.

“I can’t help myself Eddie, you’re irresistible.” She says while she begins unbuttoning his shirt and kissing down his torso. Eddie just moans.

And then suddenly they hear Jason Carver’s voice, “Hey Wheeler, I have a request for the newspa-“ He stops in his tracks when he realizes what he just walked in on.

He looks between the two guilty faces and then he gets really fucking mad, “Are you guys fucking for real” he says with a sarcastic laugh.

“Jason I could explain-“ Chrissy starts towards him ready to confess how sorry she is and how she only loves him.

“No shove it you whore, I give you everything and next thing I know you’re turning around and fucking the freak!” Eddie just hangs his head. Jason can say whatever he wants about him, He just doesn’t want you to find out.

And just like luck plays out, you walk in on the scene in front of you. Jason pissed, Chrissy with her lipstick smeared and Eddie with his shirt unbuttoned with the same shade of lipstick trailing down his torso.

It takes a minute for you to process what the fuck is happening, but when you do, your face flushes with anger and embarrassment. “So this is why you won’t go any further with me, you’re doing it all already with Chrissy.” She says in a shaky tone and Eddie finally notices your presence.

Oh fuck, see this is the last thing you wanted, you fucked everything up Munson.

“No y/n baby please, just let me explain.”

“Explain what Munson, that she really doesn’t mean anything to you.” Jason says from the side.

Eddie glares at him, “Shut your mouth Carver, you don’t know what you’re talking about for fucks sake.”

“Oh I don’t? You know what that’s fine work out whatever you need to, but you’re not getting the money you freak.” Jason tells him angrily.

Eddie wanted to laugh in Jason’s face because he already gave him the money, but then he remembered that y/n is going to find out now because he said this. Double Fuck

You look between them both confused, what money?

Suddenly Jason laughs, “Oh that’s right, poor y/n doesn’t even fucking know.” he continued to laugh cruelly.

“jason stop” chrissy squeaks from the corner.

“oh no you don’t have room to say anything, you’re just as guilty as the freak., calling y/n your friend and then fucking her boyfriend in secret” Jason yells at her.

“Can someone please tell me what I don’t even fucking know?” y/n grunts out and Eddie shakes his head trying to grab her shoulders but she shakes him off and looks to Jason for answers, knowing that she won’t get any from Eddie.

“Oh you don’t want to tell her Munson, good it’ll be my pleasure. I paid him to ask you out. You’re whole relationship wasn’t even real. I wanted Chrissy back and she said she would only do it if we went on a double date. It was just too easy I mean you have been-“ you’re not even listening to Jason angrily ramble anymore.

You’re just looking at Eddie, both of you with tears in your eyes.

There’s no more hiding it anymore, and he swears he can hear both of your hearts break.

y/n runs out of the room not even being able to look at him anymore.

Eddie runs after her, “y/n please” he’s practically begging her.

She turns to him when she reaches the parking lot, “don’t call me anymore, don’t look my way anymore, i’m a stranger to you from this point forward. I’m done Eddie Munson. For so many years all i’ve wanted was to show you how truly amazing you are. I wanted to prove to you that you’re not what people say about you. That you’re the beautiful person that I knew you to be. But i don’t know you because my best friend wouldn’t hurt me like this. You just used me for money, not even just money, you wanted to get closer to Chrissy, someone who I thought was my friend. I just want to wash you off of me and erase you from my life, I feel so gross” You say in one big panic.

Eddie just listened, tears streaming down his face. “You love me even at my worst, please remember that y/n. we can make this work out, well be fine.” he says more to reassure himself, mostly.

“No, that’s where you’re wrong Eddie, I did love you at your worst until I realized this was your low. You hurt me and you took me for granted. Even if I want to be, i can’t be around you Eddie, I deserve better than that.” you say as you walk away, but he grabs you and gets on both knees in front of you.

it reminds you of the day he put the shoes on your feet. your first “date” you think bitterly. You meant nothing to him.

“Y/n please don’t do this, i’ll do anything, but please don’t break up with me”

“Breakup with you? Eddie apparently we were never even together, I just really don’t want to be near you right now.” she says walking away, leaving him on his knees sobbing, watching her go.

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Life has been miserable.

He’s still with Chrissy, but he misses you.

He misses cuddling next to you when you would fall asleep during one of your movie nights, he wouldn’t wake you up, he just let you sleep.

He misses talking to you. You were his best friend and you were so insightful. Nobody viewed the world the way you did. He misses having deep, meaningless conversations.

He misses kissing you. He misses holding you, molding you perfectly into him. He misses your giggle when he would bite your lip. He misses that feeling in his stomach that he mistook as guilt when really it was butterflies.

Chrissy could never compare to you and he feels like throwing up every time he thinks of it.

He looks next to him at the strawberry blonde, it should be you there, he thinks bitterly.

“We should go to the pool today Ed.” Chrissy says excitingly.

“Why”

“Because we’re free to be a couple, we finally got what we wanted, we should make the most of it.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea” Eddie says remembering how you’re a lifeguard at the pool and he’s not ready to face you yet.

“Eddie please” she says pouting and he knows she’s now going to stop until she gets what she wants.

He rolls his eyes, “Fine”

She squeals and claps her hands excitingly getting up to put her bathing suit on.

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He’s been looking for you since they got there. There was no sign of you, so your shift probably didn’t start yet.

He decides to take a nap to escape reality for a little bit. He dreams of you. Obviously. You’re all he’s been dreaming about for the past two weeks.

Your eyes.

Your hair.

Your lips.

Your laugh.

His eyes snap open, that laugh sounded a little too realistic.

He looks around like a nut until finally he spots you, Your perfect body in that perfect swim suit. Your perfect head thrown back in a perfect laugh. How could he ever not notice you?

He smiles nostalgically at you, watching you enjoy life. Enjoying life without him. Enjoying life instead with…Billy Hargrove.

Oh no.

You have no right to be jealous

bullshit, she’s supposed to be mine

yeah well who fucked that up

i don’t need to constantly be reminded, i just miss her

again this is your own doing, she’s a beautiful girl, you missed your chance, let her move on.

“i think i’m gonna be sick”

Eddie quickly gets up and makes his way to the bathroom, sure that’s he is going to spill his guts.

And he does, all those times he took you for granted. All those times he’s ignored your feelings for him. All those times he’s ignored you. You were right there in front of him this whole time. It all makes him feel sick.

He just wants to make things right. He wants to hold you and talk to you and even if he never gets to kiss you again he just wants you in his life.

Once again he leans over the toilet. Letting the pain pour out of him, literally .

He doesn’t know how he’s going to continue like this. Watching you from afar, when only two weeks ago you were telling him your most recent dreams, under the impression that he was going to follow you wherever you go. How could he not see it before? How can he be so blind to his own feelings?

Leaning back against the wall, he realized for the first time in his life that he was in love with you. And he realizes that he pushed away his only chance for happiness and now he has to watch from the sidelines as the light in his life, lights up someone else’s, leaving him in his own dark thoughts.

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anabdaniels · 8 months

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Cowboytober Day 10- Body worship

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Plus size!Female reader

Word counting: 1.2k

Rating: 18+

Warning: Self body shaming, praising.

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Nothing would ever feel better after a deep cleaning day than a fresh shower. You walked back to the bedroom, wrapped in the towel, smiling softly at the vision of Jack sitting on the floor in front of the dresser, organizing a few bedsheets in the last drawer. You stood in front of the mirror to brush your wet hair.

When you were almost done with your hair, Jack was the one going to shower. Once your hair was finished, you got rid of the towel to get dressed and stopped for a moment, looking at yourself with that self-conscious critical look you would never use with anyone, but was common for you to use with yourself. You leaned your hands on your rounded belly squishing it softly and touching your stretchmarks, trying to contain those mean thoughts about yourself, but failing miserably.

While getting out of the bathroom, Jack noticed your expression, already knowing what was running through your mind due to the look on your face. Calmly, he approached you, holding you from behind while resting his chin on your shoulder, looking at you through the mirror.

“I hope you ain’t overthinking, honey.” He said softly and kissed your cheek.

“I was just wondering how crazy you were to get married to me.” You tried to make it sound like a joke, hoping he’d laugh, but, as always in those circumstances, he didn’t.

“I’d be crazy if I hadn’t got married to the most stunning lady in this world.” He answered calmly and caressed your stomach.

“C’mon, can’t you tell the truth at least once?” you looked at him with a neutral expression “I’m aware of my not-favorable appearance.” Judging by the look on his face, you knew that the matter was almost personal to Jack now.

“If you were truly aware, my precious sugarcube, you wouldn’t say such an unfair thing about your stunning self.” He said while caressing the sides of your body, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“Do you really think that?” you asked sincerely “Sometimes I think you’re just being kind as my husband.” You frowned slightly when he chuckled and shook his head.

“Look, I don’t want to sound like a bastard, but the night we met, I wasn’t hitting on you ‘cause I was interested in your academic achievements. It was this amazing ass of yours.” He said with that flirtatious smirk while groping your butt with one hand.

“Okay, you almost convinced me now.” You answered shaking your head and laughing quietly.

“Wait ‘till a drop my other thoughts about your amazing curves, my darlin’.” Jack kissed the top of your head while pulling you with him towards the bed.

“Have to admit I’m curious.” You said while he placed you mounted on his lap.

“Then let me start for what’s right in front of me.” Before you could question, his hands were already on your breasts, gently squeezing them “I swear ya, honey, you could convince me to sell my soul with this pair of gems.” He finished the sentence leaning forward to kiss both of your breasts.

“I bet you can’t have such good opinions about the rest.” You said calmly, really meaning it.

“Trust me, I can.” He winked at you with a playful expression, moving his hands to your thighs “If you allow me the honesty, I’m a step ahead of "accidentally" throwing those damn baggy jeans you have on the trash, ‘cause it’s criminal that you even though it’s acceptable to hide your amazing thighs, not to mention that they ruin the view of your butt.” Jack kept speaking calmly while one of his hands moved to your ass “I have another important remark, but I don’t know if you can deal with it.” With that, Jack awakened a hundred possibilities in your head, and of course, they were the worst possible.

“This is already living rent-free in my head without even knowing what it is, then just say it.” You answered without second thoughts.

“Well then.” He smiled and moved both of his hands to your stomach “I could spend the next three hours just saying how much I’m down for your soft belly and I’ll lose my composure if I even start to mention how amazing it feels to grab a handful of you.”

You were ready to discuss the topic, but all your questions brutally vanished from your mind when you felt him getting really hard under his sweatpants. You couldn’t control your reflex of looking down, wanting to be sure that you weren’t imagining things, and when you looked back at him, you could see the look of satisfaction on Jack’s face, as if he had managed to prove to you his point.

“See? You can doubt my words as much as you want, but you can’t deny this.”

“I’ll have to agree with that, even though I wasn’t expecting this amount of reaction.” You admitted with a soft expression, even though you were still surprised.

“But you should expect it, honeybee.” He answered promptly while placing you lying on your back on the bed “Y’know I love a good fleshy steak.” You couldn’t keep your attempts to be serious after that.

“Alright, you got me on this one.” You chuckled softly, losing your focus even more as you felt his hands moving through the folds of the skin of your belly. You melted a bit on the bed when you saw Jack caressing your stretchmarks with his fingertips, looking at them as if they were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“I’ll never understand how you can even doubt about how perfect you are, sugar.” He said quietly and planted a kiss on your stomach, keeping his hands sunk on your skin.

You sighed softly as he covered your skin with kisses and caressed every inch of you, spending a good time on all the places he reached, but not surprisingly, the top of his focus kept on your stomach, squeezing it, caressing that rounded spot on your lower stomach that you always tried hide and he always ended up with his hands there, and you could swear that he had kissed every single stretchmark he could see.

When Jack moved up to kiss your lips, safe to say that you were about to turn into a puddle after his loving behavior toward everything you saw as a defect in you. You enjoyed that slow passionate kiss, sinking both of your hands on his hair, and relaxing under his body, appreciating while he kept caressing the sides of your torso. After a reasonable amount of time, the two of you needed to catch your breath, and only at that moment, you realized the tears starting to fall from your eyes.

“What’s the matter, honeybee?” Jack asked with a slight frown, caressing your cheek.

“It’s... It still weird for me to feel good about myself.” You admitted quietly, letting out a sigh when Jack pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I hope you know you just gave me the mission of making you feel like that ‘till you got used to it.” He said in a whisper with his forehead resting on yours, letting you with no doubt that he was serious about it.

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namjoonswaifu · 2 months

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Sneek Peek!!!

guys, gals and non-binary pals, here is the sneak peek.

warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of anxiety about weight, weight insecurity, idiots to lovers

This hadn’t been a problem before, having known him since you were 5, you had shared a bed plenty of times, but now? Now you were head over heels in love with the curly-haired man. And you had to pretend that you weren't. But that wasn’t your biggest problem right now. Right now, your biggest problem was getting ready and getting to the grid on time, you could tell Lando about the bed situation later. And anyway, there was a sofa, you could try and cover yourself up with the end blanket off of the bed on the sofa. Lando would need the bed anyway, he has the biggest job to do here. And so to sum it all up, all of these reasons are what led you to stand in front of the mirror in the bedroom, nearly in tears as you looked at your reflection. You didn’t hate your body, in fact, you were your biggest fan, but the anxiety of everything was eating you up from the inside out. Every piece of fabric felt like it was clinging to your body. You have to take a deep breath you keep telling yourself.

Your phone ringing from the desk nearby pulled you from your anxiety-ridden trance. Picking up your phone you see Lando’s contact lighting up your phone screen. The image itself makes you laugh. The man had made it as a surprise to make you laugh when you were having a bad day a few weeks ago even though it had some pictures in it that he hated. And he wouldn’t tell you, but he would use the worst images of him in the universe again if it made you smile the way it did again.

Although the picture made you smile, the anxiety still bubbling within you made your thumb hesitate over the reject button before pressing the accept button.

L: Hello?

Y/N: Lando? What’s up? Is everything okay? Are you h-?

L: I’m okay, breath, I'm okay. I just wanted to ask what room I’m in.

Fuck.

Y/N: Uh, about that…

The line stayed quiet as Lando waited for you to continue, and realising that you weren’t he tried to push you for your answer as gently as possible

L: yeah?

Y/N: Sotheysortofmessedupandtheresonlyonehotelroombetweenthetwoofusanditonlyhasonebed.

L: What? Remember what I said about breathing? Take a breath and tell me, again. Okay?

Taking what might have been the biggest breath of your life you repeat yourself

Y/N: They messed up the rooms

L: okay?

Y/N: And there’s only one hotel room between the two of us

L: right…

Y/N: it only has one bed

L: Darlin’ I'm not seeing the problem here, we’ve shared a bed before. What room are we in?

Y/N: 410

L: Okay, I’ll see you in a minute okay

Y/N: Okay.

You both hang up the one at the same time, something that has come with being friends for such a long time. With a shaky breath, you throw your phone back onto the desk before making your way to hide in the bathroom knowing that Lando would want to know why you’re so anxious about sharing a bed all of a sudden

#lando norris #lando x reader #lando norris x plus size reader #lando fluff #ln4 #f1 fic

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suekeyyyy · 9 months

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ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ Woman.

Series: Black and white.

𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: Negan and y/n have a quick talk that becomes a heated night.

Warnings: kind of smut,Fluff, bad language other twd stuff.

The song Y/n is humming:

The sound of music flows through the hallways of the sanctuary as y/n cooks pork chops, mac and cheese, and string beans.

Y/n hummed along with her song y/n was okay with being one of Negan's "wives". The only thing that bothered the woman was how black and white Negan thought of things like with his " people" not every little mistake doesn't have to be met with the biggest punishment. But what could she do her job as a wife in Negan's eyes was for her to sit and look pretty y/n couldn't blame anyone but herself.

She said yes to becoming one of his wives. You could always leave whenever she wanted but she didn't want to leave. She wanted to help the younger girls over there with her like Amber she's such a sweet girl and all she needs right now someone there for her.

Y/n helps all the time whether it be hiding things for her. Y/n finished cooking and made a plate and covered it in plastic wrap and grabbed a pink gift bag. Y/n walks out of her room and strolls over to Amder's room. Her black heels clicked against the cement floor.

As she walks she saw Simon just standing in front of Negan's meeting room staring at her or behind her. She continued walking when someone tapped her shoulder she sigh "My god." y/n said as she turned to see Negan with a huge smirk " Well hello Y/n my sweet sugar plum." Negan says looking her up and down Y/n was a sweet woman who was with the wrong group at the wrong time in the wrong spot. Or the be more specific Ricks group.

" Hello, Negan." Y/n said in a sweet voice I'm trying her best not to sound annoyed with her having to make a detour. Negan looks down at her hands seeing the plate and gift bag " I smell food what did ya make darlin' " Negan says "Um I made cooks pork chops, mac and cheese, and string beans." she says trying to figure out where he is going with this. " Why don't you come into my room we can have a little chat." he puts his arm around y/n's waist.

Negan forcefully moves Y/n to his room as the doors open y/n pulls down the bottom of her black dress that had a gold line around the bottom. Negan close and locked it walked y/n and took the plate and bag from her hand and sat them on the dresser.

Well, what did I do this time to deserve this?

She thought.

Negan grabbed y/n's waist with both hands and looks into her eyes not losing eye contact. " would you ever lie to me, darling?" " I don't know," I say not knowing if I would or not lie to the man. He chuckled "That's not the worst answer I've heard." Negan says a little proud of her " y/n baby."

Oh hear it comes...

She thought

" Today I go a little visit from Carl and a girl who looked like a split image of you," Negan said the girl he was talking about was Y/n's daughter Jasmine and she knew it.

" she said I had her mother here and said I kidnapped her," he says sounding a little hurt. " do you know the girl y/n?" he looks down at her "Yes I do she's my daughter." " you never told me about a daughter." " you never asked." I tilt my head to the side " I think you should have told me," Negan says

"My life story?" Negan chuckles at the tension in her voice it was the first time she's ever done that. " darling I want a baby with you." he has that Signature Smile " You're joking." y/n says a little takin' aback by his forwardness but slowly realized who she was talking to. "Not at all sugar plum." he winks.

Y/n looks down a bit Negan leans down to her ear "You only have to say one word darling." he whispered in her ear. Y/n was slowly falling for Negan in the best way possible." yes. I want to have a baby with you." y/n says giving in " god damn you are a fine piece of ass."

Negan pulls Y/n into a passionate kiss groping her ass y/n cups his face with her hands pulling him closer. Negan pats her leg signing for her to jump. Y/n jumps into Negans arms he holds her like it's nothing and cares her to his bed. Laying her down. As he starts to kisss her neck.

#negan x black!reader #twd x reader #twd x y/n #negan smith #twd negan #x black fem reader #x black reader #x reader #negan #the walking dead #smut #negan smut #black women #black girl beauty #jeffrey dean morgan #Spotify

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Sacred Bonds - Ch. 4

Pairings: John "Soap" MacTavish x fem!Reader

CW: mention of non-con

Word Count: 1,321

A/N: Chapter a day early because I finally finished it and wanted to get it out! I hope you all enjoy it, and I seriously am sorry for my awful interpretation of his Scottish accent.

Ch. 3 Ch. 5

"Mandatory leave, can you believe it?" You say, anger tinging your voice. "I deserve to be out there fighting with you guys, not sitting back here in Scotland with my hand up my arse."

"I ken darlin'," Johnny's voice crackles through the phone. "But I kind o' agree wi' Price on 'is one. Ye need eh break, an seeing eh psychiatrist is good fo' ye."

"She's a royal pain in my arse, Johnny. Emotions this, trauma that. She won't let me deal with my shit in the way I need to deal with it. Which is being out there with you guys."

"Look, I get ye're feeling left oot, I dae. Especially since we're goin' after König 'is next mission, but ye need tae at least try," Johnny pleads, though it falls on deaf ears.

"Wait, what? You guys are going after König?" You exclaim. "No, you can't! Not you, he's looking for you Johnny. Why is Price letting you go if I can't?"

For a moment it feels as though your world has stopped. Every possible worst case scenario running through your head. What if Johnny doesn't come back? It would break you, knowing that you could have been there to prevent it, had you not been put on this stupid mandatory leave by Price. Quickly though, you're snapped out of your thoughts as Johnny begins to talk again.

"Am goin' because we need as many men as possible oan 'is, darlin'. I ken there's a risk, and I promise ye 'at I will dae my best tae come home tae ye," There was an edge to Johnny's voice - as if he knew this was essentially a suicide mission for him. Though you knew he was thoroughly sincere in promising he would try to come home to you. A small pang of guilt filled your chest at those words - you should be there fighting beside him. You always were, and now you wouldn't be.

You rolled over onto your back, letting the comfort of Johnny's bed envelop you, hoping it would help quell your boiling emotions. Since you arrived home, you had slept in his bed every night, in fact, any time you weren't out of the apartment, you were in his bed. Even to the point where you moved the television from the living room to his bedroom. Some might say it's depression, but to you, you were just finding comfort in the one thing that could calm you regardless of your emotions - Johnny.

"I'm going to call Price. I need to be there Johnny. If something happened to you, I would blame myself." You finally respond after a few moments of silence. Tears began to prick at your eyes as the risk of this mission finally settled onto you.

"Darlin' I can't stop ye, but just ken 'at it's safer fo' everyone if ye stay home." Johnny says, letting out a soft sigh of defeat.

"I love you, and I miss you. So so much." You huff out, blinking back the tears before they can fall down your cheeks.

"I love ye n'all, darlin'. I miss ye beyond belief, it's no' eh same without ye here. But ye need to heal. A'll talk tae ye later, okay?" Johnny responds, knowing he can't stop you from making the call to Price.

"Alright, call me before you leave for the mission please,"

"I will,"

The gentle click of the call ending causes you to let out a deep sigh you didn't even know you were holding in. You pulled your phone away from your ear and sat up, scrolling your contacts until you found Price's. Your fingers lingered over the dial button, wondering if you should even call him. Though, your determination to get back into the field won. You needed to be on this mission with Johnny, and you had to convince Price of that too.

Not long after hitting the dial button, the line picks up.

"Hey, how are you doing kid?" Price's voice rings through the phone.

"Good, I guess." You mumble, letting out a quiet sigh. "However, I just got off of the phone with Johnny."

"He told you we're going after König, didn't he?" The disappointment in Price's voice seeped through the phone, as if Johnny wasn't supposed to tell you in the first place.

"Yes! I should be there for it captain, really. It's not fair."

"Life's not fair kid. You need to take the time to heal, to properly cope with what happened."

"But going on the mission with you guys would help me heal."

"No, it wouldn't. You know that better than I do kid. Seeing the man who tortured you, who raped you, that wouldn't help you heal."

"Seeing him brought in bound by cuffs sure would."

An audible sigh escaped Price. You had always been hard headed. Feisty was the term Price liked to use when 141 was joking around as a group. "I'm not changing my mind kid, I can promise you that."

"Fine," you grumble. "Just... try and make sure Johnny comes home to me please."

"You know I'll try my best kid, but I can't make any promises."

"Promises get you killed," you drone in response. It was something both Price and Ghost had drilled into your head. Promising someone you would come home - bringing that emotional stress onto the battlefield, it burdens you.

A burden that can get you killed. A burden that could make you spill secrets if captured in enemy hands. A burden that neither you nor Johnny carried, until today.

"Glad you understand, kid." Price replies. "We'll talk later, once you're cleared to come back."

With that, the line goes dead. You fall back onto the bed, letting out a heavy sigh. You spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling until you fell asleep.

- - -

It had been a few months since you last heard from any of the boys. Though, that was expected, Johnny told you it was going to be a long mission. König was good at hiding, and even better at fighting if he was about to get caught. Though, today, the ringing of your phone pulled you out of your sleep. Groggily, you rolled over and picked up your phone off the nightstand. It took your eyes a minute to adjust to the bright screen, but you saw it was Simon. You didn't hesitate to press answer, bringing the phone to your ear.

"Ghost?" You croak out, your voice hoarse and your mouth feeling like cotton.

"Johnny's MIA," a shaky voice says from the other end of the phone. There wasn't the familiar muffle from his mask, it wasn't Ghost making this call, it was Simon.

"What do you mean Johnny's MIA?" You question, your heart beginning to pound against your chest.

"We were pinned down in a fire fight with KorTac. Price and Johnny got hit. We were able to get Price out, but Johnny..." Simon trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence himself.

"They got Johnny." You finish instead, your voice wavering as tears began to prick at your eyes.

There was a silence of understanding between the two of you. It felt like your whole world was being ripped apart. Like your heart was being ripped from your chest at that very moment. The weight that crushed down on you was like a boulder, rolling across your entire body until you felt like you couldn't move. You couldn't blink back the tears, you couldn't even attempt to contain them as they began to pour down your cheeks.

"When am I picking you up from the airport?" Simon asks quietly.

You take a moment to respond, trying to sniffle back the sobs you wanted to let out. "I'll be on the first flight available. I'll text you when I know an exact time." Your voice was barely audible before you hung up the phone.

#john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #halliseywritessoap #halliseyposts

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aao1024 · 1 year

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Darlin’

Chapter 6

Masterlist

Y/n ran up the steps and to Lee’s bathroom. She tried to be quick with her routine and only ever moved this quickly when she was running late for work. She had to use Lee’s products as she hadn’t been able to get her own. She made an attempt to shave her legs and only nicked herself once on the knee. She made no effort to apply any makeup; didn’t want to make Lee wait too long. Once she was done, she tidied up the bathroom, gathered the dirty towels, and put them in Lee’s laundry hamper. She chose to wear a white sundress with tiny blue flowers.

Lee got excited as he heard Y/n come down the stairs. He quickly stood up and had a large grin plastered on his face. His eyes followed her every move as she walked down each step. He only stared for a moment or so before Y/n pulled him out of his trance.

“Darlin’ you look gorgeous.”

“Thank you Lee, you look quite handsome yourself.”

“Are you ready to go?”

Y/n nodded and grabbed her purse and keys. She was anxious to have Lee walk around so much, but wanted him to help pick things out at the store, and he needed the fresh air and scenery. She followed him as he crutched his way out the door. She helped him into the car and hopped behind the wheel. She was nervous to drive Lee around, as he was still a sheriff and feared any critiquing from him about her driving skills. With Lee’s directions it did not take long to reach the supermarket. Y/n pushed the cart as Lee followed her. They went down every aisle so they wouldn’t forget anything. However, Y/n still forgot an item from two aisles over.

“Shit, Lee, I forgot the flour and sugar. You stay with the cart and I will be right back.” She quickly walked off to grab the forgotten goods. Lee kept himself occupied as he waited for Y/n. He heard a familiar voice and turned towards it. Out of all the people he thought he would run into she was the last on his list.

“Hi Lee.” Lee froze when he heard her voice.

“Hi Florence.”

“What happened to you, are you okay?”

“I’m fine thank you, just an accident at work.”

“How have you been otherwise?” Florence tried to pry more out of her ex husband but Lee was very stubborn.

“What do you want, Florence? Why are you even here? I would have thought you’d run off with some rich man and get out of this shit hole.”

“I stayed close after we split, but-”

“I got the flour and sugar, they put the flour on the top shelf so I had to find someone to help me. Oh, who is this?”

“I’m Florence, Lee’s ex wife and you are?” This was Lee’s worst nightmare, he thought of all the possible ways they could get out of this situation.

“I’m Y/n-”

“Y/n has been helping me since I got hurt.”

“Oh alright, well it was good to see you Lee and nice to meet you Y/n.” She gave them a nod and went on her way.

Y/n was confused about what had occurred while she was a few aisles away, but did not pry for any information because Lee already seemed upset. They quietly finished their shopping and started their journey home. The faint sound of the radio was the only thing to break the deafening silence in the vehicle.

“I don’t mean to budge, but I didn’t know you had an ex wife.”

“Yeah, we were together for a long time. But it just didn’t work after a while.” He lied to her because he always felt embarrassed to tell people that his then wife had cheated on him.

“Oh okay.”

“Seeing her today just brought up some bad memories, and I’m sorry if that affected my mood towards you.”

“You’re okay Lee, you just seemed sad is all.”

“I’m alright Darlin’.” He moved his hand to her thigh and gave it a small squeeze. He decided to leave his hand there to test the waters.

Y/n felt a small blush creep onto her face along with the butterflies in her stomach. She then felt an unfamiliar warmth between her legs but chose to ignore it. The rest of the ride they remained in a peaceful silence. Once they arrived at Lee’s Y/n unloaded the car and let Lee put some things away. She would have rather let him rest but he insisted that he was fully capable of helping her. Y/n made them a small lunch and watched Lee attempt to wash dishes while leaning on his crutches. As determined as he was, Y/n finished washing the dishes. They retreated to the living room, Lee plopped onto the couch instead of his chair and laid down. All of the walking had taken his energy. Y/n went to sit on Lee’s chair when he stopped her.

“Darlin’, you are too far away. Come sit with me.”

Y/n walked over and sat at his feet but Lee wanted her to be closer.

“Will you lay with me Darlin’?”

“Are you sure Lee? I might be a little heavy for that, I don’t want to hurt your leg.”

Lee shook his head in frustration.

“I am absolutely sure that I want you to lay with me and you gotta stop saying that you are too big because you are not and never will be. Once I’m healed up I will show you, but for now you need to take my word for it.” He gave her a stern look, but it softened as she got closer to him. Y/n laid on Lee with her head on his chest. Lee wrapped one arm around her and rubbed her back with his hand. It did not take long for the both of them to drift off to sleep.

Lee woke up to a cool breeze that overcame him. Y/n was no longer on his chest but in the kitchen preparing dinner. Lee rubbed his eyes and went to find her. He walked in the kitchen to see Y/n cooking dinner and singing along to a small radio she had found in one of his cupboards. The words she sang were faint but he could hear her. He stood there a few minutes before the song ended and decided to make his presence known.

“You are a woman of endless talents, Darlin’.” He approached her and stood beside her as she chopped some vegetables.

“Thank you Lee, but I would have to disagree.” When she looked up to talk to him she could see many hairs out of place from his nap. His disheveled dew made her smile as she continued to chop.

“Why don’t you ever believe me? Is it so outrageous to think that you are just as amazing as I say you are?” Lee was somewhat frustrated that Y/n kept arguing with him about this.

“I’m just not used to someone being so nice to me, Lee. You are the first man in a long time to actually pay any mind to me.”

“Well from now on all you need is my attention, can’t have anyone try to steal you away from me.” Lee reached over and gave her a small peck on her shoulder and moved his way up her neck with more kisses. She scrunched up when he got to her neck where she was a little ticklish. He decided to leave her to cook as he went outside to sit on his front porch. Lee didn’t get to sit out there very often and planned to do it as much as he could while he was off work. It was supposed to be relaxing until the one person he didn’t want to see showed up in his driveway.

Florence.

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#lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x mid-size reader #lee bodecker x plus size reader #lee bodecker #mid-size reader #plus size reader

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miss-tc-nova · 2 years

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Undeserving - Brain x Reader

You know what? Fuck yes. I was on the fence about doing a fic vs a headcanon, so I decided, ficlet. Yay!

Anyway, I am fully of the belief that Brain, while smart, is an idiot. Also, riddled with anxiety and depression, coping with sarcasm and self-depreciation. You’ll see. I fucking love it.

Also, warning for lots of cursing.

Premise: Brain feels unworthy.

Words: 999

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Fuck.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK!

The frantic young man paces about his room, losing his gods damn mind. He didn’t know. But he should have known. How could he have not known?! The news that his dear, beloved sweetheart is a Princess of Heart has thrown him into an existential meltdown.

He always believed that his dearest was perfect. There were, of course, flaws but they weren’t enough to be red flags. In fact, he found them endearing but maybe that was his lovesick heart talking. Still, the very person he found himself in a relationship with was truly pure and he just should have known.

Now he’s literally banging his head against the wall to the amusement of his spirit guide.

The feline shrugs. “I don’t see what the big deal is.”

Brain turns on the cat. “The big deal, if you haven’t noticed, is that I’m not exactly perfect boyfriend material! I’m barely people material!”

“You look pretty people to me.”

“That’s not the point, Chi-chi!” Hands drag down his face with a groan. “Fuuuuck! Why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut?!”

“You asked how someone could be so perfect.”

“It was a figure of speech! I didn’t need to know I was dating a literal embodiment of light! I’m freaking out here!”

“I can see that.”

Continuing to bemoan his reality, Brain gets back to pacing.

It’s not that the young man doesn’t want to be in this relationship anymore; it’s that he never believed he deserved his partner in the first place.

Brain is anti-social. On top of that, he’s a coward. It took him nearly two months just to buildup enough courage to introduce himself. The next year and a half were spent slinking around hoping he’d get a little kindness thrown his way—which he never wanted from anyone before. He just couldn’t help himself. He fell so hard and with the most ungraceful faceplant that it was a miracle that he succeeded in getting a first date.

But his darling deserved so much more than him. Nothing but the absolute best could be enough—in his little lovestruck mind—and he was far from it even on his best days. Now, knowing that his beloved is a Princess of Heart, he can only equate to scum on a rock. His mind is racing. Such a pure heart in his presence could be in danger of being tainted. His rationality tells him that’s not possible due to what a Princess of Heart truly is, but that’s not going to stop him from thinking about it.

It’s just too easy for him to come up with a million reasons why he’s not worthy and his frail, little heart can’t take the guilt.

A knock on the door tears into Brain’s mania.

“Who’s that?”

The Chirithy shrugs. “I dunno.”

Trying to calm himself, he strides towards the door. That all backfires violently when, through the peephole, he finds his partner.

He plasters himself against the door. “Shit!”

“Well this should be interesting.”

“What do I do?!” Frantic fingers snag dark hair. “Fuck! What do I do?!”

“Open the door.”

“Shut up, Chi-chi!”

Another knock comes from the other side. “Brain?”

That voice is a vice on his heart. “FuuuaaaAACCKK!” With the best—worst—smile he can put on, Brain opens the door. “Hey sweetheart. How’s it goin’?”

Immediately, those brows furrow. “Are you okay?”

“Oh yeah! Yeah. I’m fine.” Even he knows he’s not fooling anyone.

Arms fold in disapproval. “Alright. Spill it. Why are you acting weirder than normal?”

His shoulders droop. “Gee, thanks, darlin.’”

“Ah, you know a love you.” Gentle hands press against his face. Though he feels gross and dirty, there’s no denying the serenity that seeps through him at the touch.

Weak—he’s weak too. “Don’t you see that’s the problem?”

“What do you mean?”

“I…You…You’re perfect. You’re amazing and beautiful and I cannot for the life of me figure out why you agreed to date a lowlife like me.”

“Brain…”

“And it’s driving me insane wondering why you could have the most amazing person but you’re settling for scum. IAaaah!”

The thumbs that had previously been caressing his cheeks suddenly jam into his mouth and start tugging.

“Stop. You better not say another word about the man I love. Got it?”

He can only make useless noises. This incurs more ire that pulls at his mouth and he frantically gives a “Got it!” as best he can. That leads to his freedom but then those thumbs smear saliva across his face.

Brain recoils. “Gross! What the hell?!”

“It was your spit.” Not even a little sympathy. “Besides, you were saying some pretty stupid things.”

“But it’s true. You could—Please don’t stick your fingers in my mouth again.”

“Look, I know you’re not exactly proud of yourself, but I am.” The words bind his heart, rendering Brain speechless. “You may not see it, but you’re amazing. You’re clever and funny—the jury’s up sometimes on being smart but when you’re not being dumb, boy are you smart. I don’t love you for who you think you are; I love you for who I know you are. And you are incredible, Brain.”

A few moments pass as Brain tries to process everything being said to him. But the idiot just can’t help himself.

“You know you’re just proving my point, right?” A fist meets his shoulder. “Ow!”

“I love you, Brain. And you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

An embrace takes him, enveloping him in a calm that magically soothes the raging anxiety he summoned. Instinctively, his arms return the gesture the feels like he’s holding the universe in his grasp. He should have known better. He never stood a chance against the person he cherishes above all else. If it’s him that’s chosen, then he has no right to argue.

“I still don’t get what the big deal is.”

“Shut up, Chi-chi!”

#brain x reader #kh brain #novas requests #yes #he is brain #not blaine #all because ephemer said he's smart #even though it sounds stupid #sigh

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mrsswaino · 2 years

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i’m in love .

sam rossi x f!reader .

warnings : 18+. smut, drug use, cunnilingus, established relationship/married.

okay - here's the soft high sam rossi smut in honor of 4/20. sorry it’s not as long as i wanted but work with me here, i've had a lot of med switches recently so i've been all over the place recently, but it’s one of my favorite holidays - so i can't not get this out today when i already promised it forever ago. on that note, i still don't know how i feel abt this but i hope you like.

there was just something so calming about it all. the soft music filling in the gaps of silence. the lingering touches. the little fits of giggles, and an exchange of light slaps on arms. the pretty lips exhaling puffs of smoke. the wrinkles under eyes, because your smiles can't help but reach them.

you can't help but find yourselves utterly content. soon enough you're all wrapped up in each other's arms giggling while lighting the pipe for each other.

“i love ya’, y’know that?” sam’s mumbling, after burning his thumb lighting the pipe for you.

“mm, i’d sure hope so” you answer back, showcasing the ring on your left hand with a giggle.

the instinct that had grown over these years takes over, and soon his lips are meeting yours ever so gently. you find yourself bringing your hand up to cradle his jaw, and smiling fondly into the kiss. and though the gentle kiss is nice, you can't resist the temptation to nip at his bottom lip. and before you know it,

“ya’ don't wanna do that, sweetheart” is being muttered against your lips.

all you can think to do is hum into the kiss, because what does he know? what if it is what you want to do. and really, what's the worst that can happen? so, you bite his lip. really it's his fault if you think about it, there's a possibility you wouldn't have if he never made a comment. it just sounded so - so daring.

and it was. and he intended for you to do it again, he does know you best after all. but what he didn't quite anticipate is the harsh tug on his roots that followed. which really just gave him an excuse to do exactly what he wanted to do.

you knew he was gonna counter, you'd be a fool not to. you were honestly looking forward to it, and as expected you're being flipped onto your back.

“what'd i say about bitin’, darlin’?”

“what? ya gonna bite me back?” and almost as soon as it comes out of your mouth, you're feeling a bite on your chest.

you're letting a little fond giggle out, because did he really just bite your tit?

“that's funny to you?” sams questioning, but doesn't bother to give you a chance to respond before his lips are on yours again.

compared to earlier though, it's just a little less sweet and gentle, and a lot more needy. soon enough though, you're recognizing the slight dampness of your panties. just in sams shirt, and your underwear you find yourself thinking. and before you really process the thought, you're taking sams hand in yours and placing it right on top of the damp spot of your panties.

“fuck - darlin’’ sam responds, with his beard tickling the skin of your neck.

his self control was already hanging on by a thread, and you just snapped it. as soon as his hand is making contact with your panties, they’re being thrown across the room. he opts to leave the shirt, instead just pulling it up to leave a trail of needy kisses down your torso.

pulling your thighs onto his shoulders, he looks up at you so adoringly before laying a gentle kiss to one. to be quite frank, he's got the munchies. he also can't think of anything he’d rather do in this moment then see you falling apart on his tongue. with one last glance up at you, his tongues dipping into your folds. once he’s tasting you on his tongue, he’s letting a groan at the taste and you can't help but let a small whimper out at the feeling.

the patterns he’s making with his tongue almost immediately have your thighs wrapping around his head, you're not surprised since he’s dedicated years to finding out everything he could do to please you. when his lips wrap around your clit though, you can't help trying to squeeze your thighs together even harder, but he doesn't budge, in fact all it seems to do is motivate him. to distracted with the way he’s sucking your clit, you let out a gasp of the feeling of two fingers entering you. with a curl of sams fingers, your heels are digging into his back. you’re already starting to feel that knot form in your stomach, and you're sure he knows with the way he’s looking up at you. but if he doesn't, hopefully he gets it from the broken speech falling from your lips.

“give it to me, princess - c’mon.” he practically demands from between your thighs.

seconds after the muffled words leave his mouth, you’re cumming. he doesn’t stop for a few moments, helping you ride it out. once he’s finally leaving the space between your thighs he’s bringing his fingers to his mouth.once they part though, his lips are meeting yours.

“you got a few more in ya’ right, darlin'?”

#jon bernthal smut #jon bernthal #jon bernthal x reader #sam rossi #sam rossi x reader #sam rossi smut #jonny bernthal

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starlitangels · 2 years

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Redacted Incorrect Quotes, Pups AU Edition!

Kidnapper, over phone: We have your little sister

Gabriel: Is she glaring at you?

Kidnapper: Yes?

Gabriel: Yeah. You don't have her. She has you *hangs up*

•-•

Micah: That's ridiculous! Gabriel does not have a crush on me!

Natalie: Yes he does

Danny: Yes he does

Gabriel: Yes I do

Micah:

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David, teaching Gabriel to drive: Okay, you're driving and see Natalie and Micah step into the road ahead of you. What do you hit?

Gabriel: Oh, Natalie, definitely. I could never hurt Micah.

David, pinching the bridge of his nose: The *brakes*, Gabriel. You hit the brakes

•-•

*Thud!*

Natalie: What was that?

Gabriel: My shirt fell!

Natalie: It sounded louder than that

Gabriel: I was still in it

•-•

*playing Twister at a sleepover*

Micah: Natalie, right hand red

Natalie: *ends up on top of Danny*

Natalie: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Micah: I stopped spinning 15 turns ago. I'm surprised you didn't notice sooner

•-•

Gabriel: I'm going to be frank with you, here—

Natalie: Can I still be Natalie?

Danny: That's not... what he meant...

Micah: Shhh, let Frank speak

Gabriel: 🙄

•-•

Evelyn: Sometimes I wish I looked more fragile and feminine like a dainty flower but I do enjoy looking like I hate everyone

•-•

Gabriel: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Lily: I’ve been zoned out for the last two and a half hours

Evelyn: I got distracted about halfway through

Natalie: Ignoring you was a conscious decision

•-•

Lily: Jellyfish have existed without brains for 600,000 years

Lily: A ray of hope for Andrew and Justin

•-•

Natalie: Fight me!

Gabriel: What are you gonna do shortstop, kick me in the shin?

*one minute later*

Evelyn, entering the room: Why is Gabriel on the ground holding his leg?

Micah, laughing: Natty kicked him really hard in the shin

•-•

Danny: Did you just refer to a knife as a people-opener?

Micah: Should I not have?

•-•

Danny: I'm not lying on the floor physically, but I am lying on the floor spiritually

Lily: Mood

•-•

Micah: My heart is telling me yes, but Natalie is telling me no

•-•

Gabriel: *screaming* You IDIOT!

Evelyn: *also screaming* I'm sure you're right but why?!

•-•

Danny: I am at a loss for words

Lily, narrating: Despite being at a loss for words, my baby brother proceeded to lecture me for the next 25 minutes

•-•

Gabriel: WHAT DID YOU DO!?

Natalie: Shockingly, none of this.

•-•

Micah: Is there a word that's a mix between sad and angry?

Danny: Disgruntled, malcontented, miserable, desolated

Natalie, snickering: Smad.

•-•

Gabriel: Stop setting things on fire because you're curious about what will happen

Gabriel: What will happen is *fire*!

Evelyn: But what if... something else happen. Jusg this 1 time

•-•

Natalie: Sometimes it physically pains me to hold back my sarcastic remarks

•-•

Natalie: Fact: I can jump higher than any tree

Gabriel: How is that possible?

Natalie: Trees can't jump

Gabriel: *facepalming* I am going to throw you out the window

•-•

Natalie: I'm gonna watch Doctor Who in chronological order of the time period they travel to

Micah: The worst idea I've ever heard. I love it

•-•

Evelyn: Do you think I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Gabriel: You’re a hazard to society

Natalie: And a coward. Do 20

•-•

Natalie: How did you even FIT in that box?

Gabriel: Look, Natty, I don't question your mistakes. Please. Just get me out.

•-•

Micah: Why did the chicken cross the road?

Natalie: IDK, why?

Micah: To get to the idiot's house. Knock knock

Natalie: Who's there?

Micah: The chicken

Natalie: ... I won't punch you on one condition

Micah: Okay

Natalie: Go tell that joke to Gabriel

•-•

Lily: I want to be mysterious so bad but I just cannot shut the f*&^ up

•-•

Danny, trying to figure out how to ask Natalie out: Hey Tank? I think I need relationship advice

Darlin': Just because I married Sam doesn't mean I know how I did it

•-•

Danny: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined

Natalie and Micah, in sync: Heck

Danny: You're on thin f*&^ing ice

Danny: Oh no

•-•

Gabriel: Has anybody seen Ev?

Evelyn, lying facedown on the floor: Present

•-•

Micah: Rules are made to be broken!

Gabriel: Nothing is made to be broken, Micah.

Natalie: Glowsticks

Danny: Piñatas

Evelyn: Karate boards

Lily: Spaghetti when you have a really small pot

Micah: Rules!

Gabriel: -_-

•-•

Gabriel: Never break someone's heart. They only have one.

Evelyn: Yeah! Break their bones! They have 206!

•-•

Gabriel: If you kill a killer, the number of killers in the world remains the same

Danny: Kill two?

Natalie: Kill ten.

Micah: Kill all of them!

•-•

Danny: Is anyone else scared?

Micah: Not really. I've already lived longer than I expected

•-•

Gabriel: This can't get any worse

Evelyn: Sure it can. Just give me a minute

•-•

Natalie: Gabriel, we tried things your way.

Gabriel: No we didn't?

Natalie: I did it in my head. It didn't work.

•-•

Micah: I have an idea. But I'm going to need your permission

Natalie: Why do you need my permission?

Micah: Because if I mess it up, I don't want it to be just my fault

#Pups AU #Redacted ASMR #Natalie Shaw #Gabriel D. Shaw #Evelyn ...#Lily Greer #Danny Greer #Micah Collins

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slasherhaven · 3 years

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Bo Sinclair X Reader

Part 1 HERE

People wanted a part 2, so here you go!

Soulmate AU: shared pain and shared scars part 2:

What had started with you and some friends trying to get a fan belt for their car and maybe some mild flirting with the man who owned the garage, had all ended in hell breaking loose. Bo had been charming and helpful, you had felt an instant connection to him, the type of connection that soulmates so often talked about.

At first you had been disappointed that he didn't seem to recognise your scars, proving he wasn't your soulmate, but now you were thankful for it. At least you weren't cosmically tied to the man who had just turned and attacked your friends.

He had shot Wade and Carly had disappeared. You had been dragged to a basement beneath the garage and left there, him promising to deal with the rest of the group you came with before returning.

Out of the people you came on the road trip, you only really knew Carly. She was the only one you would truly have to mourn but seeing Wade shot like that and knowing the others were next was undeniably traumatic.

Left alone in the basement, you tried to find a way out but there was only a heavy locked door between you and your freedom. When trying to open it failed, you settled for banging on it and shouting for help. You hoped that some other of Carly's friends would come looking for the three of you when you were gone for so long, maybe they would hear you and you could get out of here.

It was impossible to tell how much time passed, hands becoming bloodied from repeatedly hitting the door, throat becoming sore from shouting. But you were finally interrupted by the sound of a car approaching. You stopped and stepped away from the door, looking up at the ceiling as the car came to a stop.

God, you hoped it was somebody from the camp...

You began to panic as you heard feet descending the stairs outside of the locked door, moving yourself further away from it. You heard the lock clicking before the door was pushed open, Bo stepping into the dimly lit basement.

"Stop banging on the fucking door" Bo snapped, clearly frustrated despite likely not having heard it if he was out in his truck...

You didn't respond but he moved closer and you noticed that he had left the door open. At this point, you had run out of options and had to take every opportunity that presented itself.

You suddenly darted towards the door, trying to pass him, but it was fruitless. Bo quickly caught you, grabbing you by the arms and standing in front of you to further block your path. You thrashed and fought against him but it was no use.

"The others?..." you asked, dread clear in your voice.

"My brother is dealing with them" Bo informed you, like it was nothing.

"...are you going to hurt me?" you were already sure of the answer, you just didn't know what he wanted from you. Why had he left you in the basement rather than just disposing of you like he had done the others.

"No. That would be, quite literally, self destructive" he chuckled darkly. He was too calm, you just knew what he had done to your friends...he had done before.

"What?" you didn't understand his comment.

Bo grabbed your wrist, his bloody hand wrapped completely around the scarring on your wrist, almost like it was instinctual. As he released your other arm, you tried to pull your hand away but his grip was too tight. With his free hand, he pulled up the sleeve his coveralls, revealing scarring that was identical to yours.

You stared at the twisted skin, processing what this meant. You had been right from the beginning when you first saw him, this was your soulmate.

"No...no" you shook your head, trying harder to pull your wrist out of his grasp. You just kept repeated the word 'no' as tears streamed from your eyes. How could you soulmate be somebody who did such awful things.

"Shhh, it's alright" Bo cooed, almost ironically. He continued to shush you as he pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

Your brain told you that you should be a far away from him as possible, to kick and scream, but his embrace was strange comforting. Of course it was, you were fated to find comfort in his arms. Destined to meet him and love him. The universe wanted you both together, it was meant to be.

Maybe that was why your body began to relax as you cried into his chest, clutching at his coveralls. You hated him, you wanted to hate him, you needed to hate him. Yet, you were destined not too.

Bo kept you held against his chest and you couldn't even find it within yourself to pull away, finding comfort in the source of your pain.

Slowly, the sinking realisation settled. If you were Bo's soulmate, there was no way he was letting you leave. He had already made sure that there was nobody left to tell anyone where you were. If anyone eventually worried about your group going missing, they would assume you all ran off somewhere or eventually decide that you were the next mysterious case of missing people. It was unlikely anyone would track you down to a random, deserted, little town.

"You're home now" Bo whispered into your hair.

You sobbed at the realisation, and yet you clung tighter to him. He just held you tighter.

Bo smirked to himself as he ran a hand over your hair, only to have you shift closer to him. He knew that you hated him but he was confident that would change over time. Just from the way you were acting now, he knew he could win you over, and he knew you wouldn't be leaving him.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up" you didn't respond as he pulled away, grasping your arm before guiding you out of the basement.

He kept hold of your arm as he walked you through Ambrose, towards the house he had taken you too earlier that day. As you were walking along the road, a familiar truck pulled up beside you both, bringing you to a halt.

Lester, the man who had brought you into Ambrose in the first place, hopped out of the truck.

"Everything's cleaned up" he informed Bo before looking at you and grinning. "they're your soulmate?" Bo just nodded, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his side. "It must be your lucky day" Lester teased his brother, who only rolled his eyes. You frowned a little. Meeting your soulmate was meant to be a good, a lucky, day...unfortunately this had also been one of the worst days of your life.

"Go see how Vincent is doing, alright?" Bo asked, sending his younger brother away.

Lester just rolled his eyes before climbing back into his truck. He had wanted to stick around and get to know his brother's soulmate a bit more, but he understood that you were probably shaken.

Finally, you and Bo returned to his house and he led you into the kitchen, where he sat you down in a chair. You stayed silent, processing, as he washed his hands in the sink, washing the blood away.

Once his hands were clean, he wet a cloth and returned to you, pulling a chair out opposite you before sitting down.

He grasped your hands and you allowed him too, letting him pull them into his lap as he began to wipe away the blood.

"You're in shock and you're angry but you'll come around" Bo sounded sure about that but you supposed he had every right to be, you were his soulmate after all. You had to come around. "You know I can't hurt you, or let anyone else hurt you, right?" he asked and you just nodded. Of course he can't hurt you, it would only be hurting himself. Literally. At least you had that peace of mind.

You watched as he cleaned your hands, it was almost tender. A complete contrast to the cruelty he had treated the rest of your group with.

"Why did you do all this?" you asked quietly when it fell silent.

"I'll explain everything later" Bo promised, knowing he had a lot to explain and that he had to tell you everything. You would find out one way or another.

You just nodded, hanging your head. "Hey, c'mon now, the worst is over" he reassured you, lifting a hand to wipe a tear from under your eye with his thumb. "I know this probably ain't how you expected to meet your soulmate but you're gonna be just fine, darlin'" he did sound genuinely sympathetic, at least to some extent.

Removing his hand from your face, Bo stood from his chair, going to drop the now bloodied rag into the sink.

You weren't sure what came over you but you quickly grabbed his hand, stilling him. You just felt safer, the closer he was. A instinctual part of you wanted him to remain close, as if it didn't understand the nuance of the situation. He seemed a little surprised but turned to you expectantly.

"How did you get those scars?" you asked. Something you had wondered all your life.

"You still feel bad for me?" Bo asked, almost sarcastically, like he couldn't imagine you having any sympathy for him anymore.

"You were a child...I would never blame you for that" you shook your head.

"...I'll tell you later, okay? When you actually want to talk to me" Bo promised. You opened your mouth but quickly shut it again, knowing he was right. How could you talk to him about something like that after what he just did? You shouldn't have even asked.

You reluctantly released his hand, letting him dispose of the cloth.

You didn't want to admit it but you knew that eventually you would want to talk to him, that your fated connection would become much stronger than your determination to hate him for the horrible things he has done. There would come a day when you simply...didn't care anymore, and you would want him by your side despite it all.

#bo sinclair x reader #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slashers #slasher #my writing

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angryschnauzer · 3 years

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Full Mast - Part 2

Summary: Your idyllic life as a trophy wife of a rich lord is suddenly disturbed with the arrival of a pirate ship and a kidnapping that goes wrong... leaving you in the care of a band of pirates that seem to treat you better than your husband ever did.

Part 1,

Fandoms: Henry Cavill, Sand Castle - Movie, Mission Impossible: Fallout, Night Hunter, Hellraiser Hellworld

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader, August Walker x Reader, Walter Marshall x Reader, Mikey (Hellraiser) x Reader.

A/N: This is a CRACK FIC. After a brief discussion with @nuggsmum about the cheap romance novels that you could find in the 80′s and 90′s, i called upon the awful storylines, plot holes, and general cheesyness of those books that walked so fanfiction could run. Read the warnings please.

Storyboard note: The only artwork i could find that was suitable to show a Henry-like character included the woman seen above. I tried to crop as much of her out as possible, the story itself does not describe the female reader at all.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (F Recieving), Blowjobs, Multiple Blowjobs, Multiple Partners, Implied Age Gap (but never confirmed). Pretty Poly Pirates.

Only the finest organic free range typos for me, allowed to run wild and free.

Full Mast part 2

Standing in the grand cabin you took in your surroundings; the large table that was half covered in maps, the scattered chests and crates, the large four poster bed with messy linens. You wondered if the Captain had many other women between those sheets, or whether he kept his liaisons to his time on shore. At the mere thought of the man that had just taken your innocence you felt your stomach clench and another wave of arousal coat your already soaked petals.

A quiet knock at the door drew your attention, smiling when you saw Mikey come in pulling a large chest and setting it down in the middle of the room;

“So err… Captain says there should be some stuff in here that will be ok for you, so umm… help yourself Miss…”

“Thank you Mikey”

The young man must be at least 20 yet a blush covered his cheeks as you spoke to him, and with a nervous smile he nodded his head and left the room, half tripping on the rug as he did so before slamming the door shut.

Stripping out of your ruined clothing you saw a pitcher of water and a bowl on the side, using it to wash the Captain's seed from your thighs. Crossing the room in just your silk stockings you opened the chest and pulled out a number of items, gauging what would fit. Looking around you set the items onto the large bed, pulling the covers straight as you made your choice and a thought came to mind.

Sy stood outside his cabin, his hand hovering over the door handle. What had he gotten himself into? When he’d heard that his old friend Walter was having issues on the island, he’d set sail immediately and between the two of them and his right hand man Walter, they’d come up with a fool proof plan; kidnap the lord’s young trophy wife, demand not even a ransom - just what they were due, return her unharmed. Instead he ended up with another officer onboard, a woman on his ship that was said to bring bad luck, and the puzzle of what the hell to do with her now it had been made abundantly clear that her husband didn’t want her back. Taking a deep breath he entered the room, expecting the worst…

“Darlin?... Don’t be mad…”

He looked around the room, surprised that at first he wasn’t pelted with whatever wasn’t tied down, but when he couldn’t see you at all he frowned.

“Captain, over here…”

His jaw dropped when he saw you, kneeling on his bed, bare save for your stockings and a smile. Crossing the room he came to stand at the foot of the bed, licking his lips as his gaze traversed your naked body;

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes…I don’t know what i was expecting, but it wasn’t this…”

With a single finger he beconned you towards him, watching as you moved until you were up on your knees, his large hand at the back of your neck and you were kissing again, his glorious tongue exploring your mouth as your hands clung to his shirt. Deliberately falling back on the bed you pulled him with you, his mouth making its way to your breasts where he lavished each one with full mouthed kisses, his tongue laving over the hardened peaks before pressing a trail of kisses down your stomach before settled at the apex of your thighs;

“Gotta be the prettiest little Puss i’ve seen in a long time, bet you’re as sweet as a peach too…”

His tongue swiped a wide path through your folds, your fingers clawing at the sheets as his beard tickled you and he did to you things you’d only read about in the secretive books that were hidden in the depths of your husbands library.

“Oh Captain!” you gasped as his tongue dived into your soaked entrance, his nose rubbing at your sensitive clit and you could feel your stomach tightening with anticipation of the inevitable. Seemingly in no need of air he continued to work the thick muscle inside of you, driving you closer and closer to the pinnacle of pleasure until the point of no return was met and you came with a cry, your legs clamping around his head.

Finally he pulled himself free of your grasp, climbing up the bed until he was nestled between your thighs, his hardness pressing against your soaked core. Holding himself up on his strong arms he looked down at you beneath him;

“This time i’m gonna take my time and savour it…”

Your hands found their way to his breeches, unbuttoning him and gasping as his hot flesh sprung into your palm, heavy and weeping with need you guided him to your entrance. As he plunged into your depths the world seemed to fade around you; you’d had a taste of heaven and now you wanted more;

“You’re so big…”

“You want me to slow down Darlin?”

“No! It feels… so good…”

With practiced skill he rocked into you, slow but rough thrusts that had his length hitting a spot deep inside you’d had no idea that existed. The man had probably fucked his way around half of the Carribean but for a barely touched blossom as yourself he cherished the way your petals opened around him.

He continued to fuck you closer and closer to orgasm, feeling your body tighten around him and tremble, he slid a hand between your bodies and rubbed at your sensitive pearl, a grin spreading across his face as you came again with a shout of his rank;

“That’s a good girl, so fucking good… almost there…”

He quickly pulled out and spilled his seed over your stomach, watching as rope after rope of his creamy seed patterned your body, before he fell to your side, his chest heaving. Covering his eyes he let out a shaky breath;

“What the fuck have i gotten myself into…” He peeped out from between his fingers, smiling at you before pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, finally resting his forehead against yours; “Wait there a moment Darlin, i’ll get you cleaned up”

You’d dressed in front of your Captain, watching how he admired your choices from where he sat at the long table;

“Wasn’t expecting you to go for breeches…” he commented as you fastened the half length velvet garment, your stockings beneath the knee length trousers. A loose shirt with a wide leather belt fastening it at your waist was the only other garment you put on, standing in front of him and doing a little twirl; “Very nice… and practical”

“I spent ten years of my childhood aboard spice ships, running up ladders and rigging in skirts was a recipe for disaster.”

You crossed the room and sat across his lap;

“So, how is this going to work? You gonna drop me at the next port, leave me to my own devices? Wait until we’re in shark infested waters and throw me overboard?”

“What? Now why would i do that to a pretty little thing like you?”

“Well I know you didn’t end up with the outcome you were hoping for, and now you’re stuck with a ransomee that isn’t due any ransom”

He let out a sigh;

“I wouldn’t do that… it ain’t your fault your husband had the balls of a eunuch. No, i’m sure we can find a use for you, even if it’s just warming my bed… did you have an education?”

“Of sorts. Whenever we docked in Grace Bay i’d see a governess. I can speak spanish, french, and italian” you nodded to the maps spread over the table; “... and i can chart courses and know the currents of the Indies better than anyone that ever sailed on the spice route”

You gently stroked his beard;

“So Captain, what do you want me to do?”

“All of the above and more…” he stroked your cheek; “I won’t always be able to please you in bed, and from the signs of it you’ve got quite a carnal appetite...So, firstly you can call me Sy when its just us or the officers. When we’re on deck it’s Captain like everyone else. Secondly, if you want it, my officers could do with a bedmate, if you don’t mind sharing?”

Your eyebrows shot up so far you were surprised they didn’t meet your hair;

“Share me with your officers? Who…”

“There’s the Constable - who you’ll know from town - Walter Marshall, and the Armoury Officer - August Walker, and you’ve met Michael, he’s first mate”

“O-Okay”

“You’re alright with that?”

Stroking his beard you leant forwards and kissed him;

“Yes, yes I am. I’ve always wanted a little more adventure in my life, and now here it is”

“Well, you can be the one to decide when you want to go to the others, i’ll leave that move to you… i wont say anything yet”

“Thank you Sy, let's tell them Friday night. You can tell them.”

“Anything for my little Rose” he pressed his face to your neck and inhaled; “Still smell as sweet as that rose garden…”

“You can call me Rose if you like?”

“A new name for a new start?”

“Something like that” you grinned at him.

You’d spent four nights in the arms of Sy, some nights just falling asleep in each others arms, other’s you would fuck until dawn. That particular morning you’d taken him in your mouth and he’d taught you how to suck a man, working your tongue and lips over his hot flesh until he’d flooded your mouth with his thick salty seed. He’d held your jaw as he finished;

“Now be a good girl and swallow it”

You gulped down the mouthful before smiling;

“Tasty”

With a laugh he kissed you, before giving your naked ass a cheeky spank as he rolled out of bed;

“You gonna join me on deck?”

You stretched and sighed;

“I’m gonna try and find that earring i dropped when you had me bent over the table last night…”

Sy entered his cabin just as the ship’s cook was leaving, nodding to the meal he’d set out;

“Creole Stew tonight Cap’n, bread and ale like always”

“Thanks. Have you seen Rose?”

“No Sir”

Nodding Sy entered his cabin with a weary sigh, it had been a long day and all he really wanted to do was crawl into bed to sleep, grateful it was Friday which meant August took early watch on deck the next day, but he had dinner with the other officers and he hadn’t seen you for the last few hours, last he knew you were still on the hunt for your lost earring. Leaving the door ajar he sat at the table and started to eat, moments later Walter and August joining him.

“Where’s the others?” Walter asked as he sat, helping himself to a large chunk of bread

“Mikey is in the crows nest, he’ll be down shortly” August confirmed; “Haven’t seen Rose for a while though”

“Rose?”

“Sy’s bit of fluff. Decided as its a new start onboard she may as well choose a new name. Apparently its because Sy say’s she smells of Roses”

Walter snorted out a low laugh;

“She’s gonna be smelling of Sy sooner or later”

Sy listened to his two oldest friends banter back and forth, unaware of the surprise he was about to get. Hearing quick footfalls coming along the corridor he looked up to see Mikey at the doorway just as two soft hands pressed to his thighs from beneath the table. He nodded to Mikey to take a seat, before leaning back and peering down to his lap, hiding his surprise when he saw you on your knees beneath the table, hidden from the view of the rest of the party by the many overhanging maps and the low candle light.

Grabbing a chunk of bread he stayed leaning back but parted his thighs wide, wide enough to allow you to unfasten him and pump his hardening length and slip him into your mouth.

“Dig in boys, its gonna be a spicy meal tonight!”

As you worked quickly with your new found skills, sucking on the bulbous head as you fondled his heavy ballsack with your free hand, working quickly and silently as the men above you talked amongst themselves. You could feel Sy’s leg start to tremble, his hand sliding beneath the table to hold your head in place, and as you relaxed your jaw you felt his hot seed flood your mouth.

“WOO!” he exclaimed above you; “This stew is HOT!”

He took a deep breath and slapped his hand on the table with a laugh, before you tucked him carefully back into his breeches and you continued with your plan.

“Sy, we need to consider restocking the armoury” August started; “Scuttling the boats used up a lot of ammunitionnnnnnnnn”

Sy looked up and smirked, August looking at him wide eyed but recovering quickly, clearing his throat;

“Anyway as i was saying… umm... wow, the stew… the spice really hits after a while doesn’t it…”

August scrunched his face and rested his hand on his fist, before grabbing his tankard of ale and taking a large gulp, some of it spilling from the sides of his mouth as he spluttered on the liquid that did only a little to hide the groan. Sy shovelled another mouthful of stew into his mouth to hide his grin as August sat back in his chair, a half glare on his face.

Walter frowned at both of the older men;

“I have no idea what you two are on about, this stew is fine”

August wiped the slight sheen of sweat from his brow, before finally sitting straight and digging back into his meal;

“Walt, just wait, it takes a while to hit you but when it does… ooooh boy it takes your breath away”

The big bear of a man frowned and shovelled another mouthful in, before his eyes went wide. Swallowing awkwardly he nodded, shifting in his seat;

“Oh… oh yeah… its hitting… wow, its a good burn, ya know…” taking a leaf out of August’s book he grabbed his tankard, taking a gulp as he fidgeted in his seat, both Sy and August doing poor jobs of hiding their smirks, whereas Mikey was sat at the far end of the table without the slightest clue as to what was going on;

“Seriously? You guys must be getting old, this stew ain’t spicy”

Sy raised his tankard to his son and grinned;

“Just wait, it’ll hit ya… anyway, i got an announcement to make”

The three other men looked at Sy, Walter’s gaze faltering now and again as his focal point seemed to change, but he shifted in his seat and leaned his elbow against the armrest of his chair, his hand sliding beneath the table as he muttered about ‘cramp’, when in fact his large hand was holding your head in place as he pushed deeper into your throat. Sy cleared his throat and continued;

“We all know the events at the island did not go to plan. We’re down on funds and supplies, and we’ve increased the crew numbers with those that helped with the land mutiny… we’ve also of course got Rose to consider, she never asked for any of this, but we have come up with a solution of sorts”

“I think i might know what that solution could be” Walter panted out, his face contorting into something that resembled a grimace as he muttered about spiciness and cramps again before with a sigh a smile spread across his face; “Ooooh that’s it… the cramps are going…”

“Anyway” Sy interjected with a wry smile; “Rose can speak numerous languages, can read and chart maps, she’s probably the best educated of everyone on the ship”

Just then Mikey squeaked and jumped in his chair, a thud sounding beneath the table;

“S-s-sorry... my knee hit the table”

Sy nodded with a smile;

“No problem Son, carry on. So Rose will also be here for other duties, but only for the officers at this table tonight” he paused; “And i think you all now know what those duties will be”

August nodded as he eagerly mopped up the last remaining morsels of his stew with a chunk of bread;

“That sounds a fucking brilliant idea Sy. She has the greatest tits...” at that moment Mikey let out a groan and his head thudded against the high back of his chair; “... and i think we all now know she’s got a fucking brilliant mouth on her”

There was little point in denying what had just happened, the very fact it was still going on and Mikey had so little control of his reactions as you were sucking his meaty dick, having just done the same to the other three men in the room from the darkness under the table. In fact the three older men started to chat away candidly as you lavished Mikey’s beautiful cock with your tongue, before taking him in hand to move your mouth down to his tight ballsack to suck on the warm globes. His athletic thighs had parted enough for you to get much closer than you had done with the other three men - all of whom had thighs that could crush a coconut - and it meant that the top of your head could now be seen in his lap by the other men.

“Grab her hair Mikey” August shouted from behind his refilled tankard; “Get deep down in her throat, its fucking amazing, feels like she’ll suck your soul out of your dick”

You felt Mikey's hands curl into your hair, holding your head in place as he started to rock his hips up, filling your mouth and throat. Gripping hard to his thighs you could feel him start to tremble, preparing yourself for the flood of seed and as he came with a cry, looking down at you as you stared back with wide innocent eyes that completely ruined him.

Finally he released his grip on you, and as you looked down you smiled at what came into view. Seconds later you were climbing out from beneath the table, turning to smile at the rest of the men as you fastened the earring to your lobe;

“Look Sy, i found my earring!”

Walking around the table you took the tankard of ale that August held out for you with a smile, before sitting across Sy’s lap;

“I think they like the idea”

Sy looked at the men around the table, his trusted friends and family and smiled;

“I think they do, my sweet Rose”

He clinked his tankard to yours and you both drank, the joyous laughter filling the room as the night continued.

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Paloma, Part II

Series Masterlist - Part I - Part II

Word count: 8900+

Rating: explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Statesman!Frankie "Catfish" Morales, Agent Jack “Whiskey” Daniels, and "You" (OC cis/het female reader, Statesman research analyst, code name “Paloma”; age 26; reader is “blank canvas”/no physical description/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: “plot bloat” (trying to get Paloma where she needs to go); fully legal age gap; curse words; alcohol; Whiskey acting like a bastard; a little sprinkling of angst; open-mouth kissing; protected P/V sex; some extra-soft!Frankie

On your third Monday at Statesman New York you led a planning meeting that should have been easy. Jack Daniels made it anything but.

The worst part was that you hadn't even been properly introduced yet. Where Champ had rolled out the red carpet for you at Louisville HQ, Whiskey was a phantom, too busy to meet with you during your first couple of weeks. That made what happened in the meeting even more humiliating.

You started by outlining the research that your team had gathered, the analysis that they had carefully done, and presented the options and outcomes. When you were done, Whiskey threw his copy of your report down on the table and said, "That's horseshit."

You felt your face heat with embarrassment, but you tried to hold your ground. "Excuse me?"

Jack waved his fingers dismissively, "That's alright, I'll excuse you. This isn't the kind of work I expected from our new 'hotshot' team lead. Why isn't there information about the facilities we'll be targeting?"

"There are no 'facilities' at this location, Agent. It's a one-and-done for a drop and extract. There's nothing to raid, nothing to seize, and nothing to see."

"Really?" He arched one eyebrow at you and rubbed his thumb over his lower lip. The sheer cockiness of it made you burn with irritation. "So how come the information we got last Friday tells us that there's a production facility the next block over? You really gonna send our agents halfway around the world without botherin' to target the facility next door?"

You froze. Was he correct? That didn't seem possible. How had your team missed that? You held his gaze with as much assertiveness as you could muster, trying to match his attitude so that you wouldn't appear to be weak. "I don't have information about any facilities."

He cracked a smirk, "Well then, you're not very good at your job, are you darlin'?"

You swallowed hard and tried not to let tears rise. How dare he talk down to you? What the hell was his problem? Another agent spoke up, saying that if new information had come in recently, then you could review it and reconvene later to discuss its impact. The meeting disbanded.

You felt like you had been sucker-punched, and you weren't sure if you wanted to flee to your office, or sit gripping the edge of the table and glare Whiskey down. You opted to stay, waiting for everyone else to file out. Finally it was just you and Whiskey left, sitting at the big conference table and having some kind of a stubborn staring contest. This was not how you wanted to start your new job.

"What the fuck is your problem with me?" You gritted the question out and held his gaze. You knew that cursing at a senior agent, not to mention the one who was the face of Statesman Whiskey and de facto head of the New York office, probably wasn't the wisest way to start your tenure... but neither was backing down and letting him roll right over you.

"Nothin' personal, darlin', but I can't let you give my agents incorrect or missing information. Your team should have known about the facilities at this location."

"It sure felt personal, Agent Whiskey. If you have a problem with my work, you take it up with me privately. I don't mind admitting when I've made a mistake, but it's shitty to treat people like that in front of others." You glared at him, trying to look as fierce as you could.

He finally looked away from you, and muttered something that might have been an apology.

"What's that, Agent Whiskey? I didn't quite hear you."

"I said, 'I'm sorry.' You're right. That was unfair of me."

Before you could stop yourself, you found acid on your tongue. "Well, well, the great Agent Whiskey lowers himself to apologize. No wonder you flash that charm at everything on two legs. Your manners can't stand on their own, can they?"

If you hadn't been so focused on gathering up your paperwork, you would have seen a flicker of hurt cross his face. Instead you stomped out of the conference room and thanked the stars that you hadn't cried. By the time you got back to your office, a cold ball of regret was starting to form just below your ribs. You prided yourself on being able to work effectively with everyone, and you were extremely proud of your track record at Statesman so far. Why hadn't you been less confrontational, or tried to smooth things over? Why had you jumped straight to a pissing contest?

---

"God, what an asshole!"

"I told you, he's kind of a lot to take." Ginger's voice on the other end of the phone came through calm and sweet, as she always was.

You spun your chair to lean back and stare up at the ceiling of your office, trying to keep tears from forming. "Ugh, he's such a colossal jackass. I cannot believe he tried to undermine me like that in the meeting. I could have strangled him!"

"Just stay out of his way as much as you can. I'm sure he'll calm down once he sees what kind of work your team produces. You're doing great."

"Yeah, well... not so great actually. It turns out he was right. There was a report on a facility that came through very late on Friday, and one of my analysts went home sick, so I didn't get it in time for the meeting. That's the worst part: he was right, the bastard."

"Oh, Paloma. I'm so sorry. I'm sure that stung."

You let out a deep sigh. "I'll be okay. I just hope I get the chance to catch him making a mistake, and then I'll shove it in his stupid face. Make him lap it up with that ridiculous mustache of his."

Ginger giggled. "As much as I'd like to imagine that with you, I gotta run. Call me later? I miss you!"

"I miss you, too. 'Bye."

You hung up and spun your chair around, coming face to face with the sight of Agent Whiskey leaning in your office doorway. His arms were crossed casually, one foot propped over the other, looking like he could stand there all day. Your stomach leapt into your throat and then dropped down to your shoes. How much had he heard?

"Oh, kill me now," you breathed.

"Not just yet, darlin’. We have work to do." He popped up from his perch in the doorway and took a seat in one of your visitors chairs.

"How can I help you?" You kept your tone respectful, although it verged on frosty.

"Well, we need to revise the mission plan to include the new intelligence. Then we need to have a talk about civility."

You arched an eyebrow. "Oh, civility? I see. What kind of ‘civility’ did you have in mind, Agent Whiskey?"

"Well, for one, you can call me Jack. And for two, I was comin’ down here to apologize again, but apparently there's something you'd like to shove in my face and have me lap up with my ridiculous mustache?" He twitched one eyebrow up, looking smug and amused by the double entendre.

You closed your eyes and suppressed a groan. Maybe this was a hallucination and you were still in bed at home. Or maybe you hadn't actually left Louisville. You cracked one eyelid open, finding Whiskey’s deep brown eyes still on you. You decided to try to be the bigger person and smooth things over.

"I'm sorry. I was venting to a friend, and obviously that wasn't intended for your ears."

"Well now, I’m a big boy. I've heard worse and survived."

"I apologize. I let myself get irritated by your behavior in the meeting. It wasn't professional, and it won't happen again."

"Well, for my part, if I think you've made an error, I'll be sure to talk with you privately instead of calling you out in front of the team. Deal?" He stuck one broad, well-manicured hand out to shake.

You reached your own out somewhat reluctantly, then warmed to it, feeling how large and soft his hand was when it wrapped around your fingers. "Deal."

He gave your hand one final squeeze. An involuntary tingle ran up your arm, and you found yourself wondering whether he was as talented with his hands as he was smart with his mouth. Oh god, what was wrong with you?

You cleared your throat and pulled your hand away, trying not to jerk it back like he’d burned you.

“I’ll, um, I’ll have my team revise the mission plan to include the new intelligence, and then we’ll reconvene tomorrow. Sound good?”

“Sounds fine, darlin’.” He winked at you and you felt something flutter just below your navel.

---

Despite the conciliatory conversation with Whiskey, you still felt awkward and hurt, not to mention confused by some of the warmer feelings that had popped up uninvited. You spent the next six weeks trying to fly low and avoid Whiskey. You sent your senior analyst as your replacement for every meeting that you possibly could, and when you did have to attend them you timed your entrances and exits so that you wouldn't be in the conference room any longer than necessary. You transferred reports to Whiskey's office electronically, and when a hand-delivery was required you sent whoever happened to be closest to you. It worked great. You hadn't said more than "hello" and "goodbye" to Whiskey in so long, you were starting to feel like maybe you had escaped the awkwardness, the horrific start to your time in New York. It felt like a bad dream from another era.

One late Thursday afternoon, your plan fell apart. You got a request from Whiskey's assistant for a hard-copy file, and the entire office suite was empty. Each of your team members was off doing other things or had left early. You avoided it as long as you could, running to the ladies room to pee and then lingering in the hallway outside your office, just in case someone from your staff came back. After 10 long minutes you realized that you were "it" and that nobody was going to come save you. You sighed and trudged to the elevator. It seemed to move too quickly, depositing you at Whiskey's floor in no time flat.

As you rounded the corner you saw that Whiskey's assistant was gathering her things to leave for the day. After one too many disasters with "pretty young things," Champ had put his foot down and assigned someone to Whiskey who would keep him on the straight and narrow. Mary was what you called a "motherly hard-ass," while Ginger called her a “saint.” Mary had worked for Statesman almost as long as Champ, and she knew her stuff inside and out. Most importantly, she was completely immune to Whiskey's flirtations. He had tried once or twice to charm her, but after finding that her warm exterior concealed a brick wall of professionalism and a razor-sharp wit, he had relented.

"Hi Mary!" You kept your voice cheerful and light, trying to hide the twisting in your gut. "Here's the file he requested."

"Hi Paloma, you can go on in." Mary smiled wryly, "He actually asked to see you if you showed up. Sorry, kiddo, you're a lamb to the slaughter." She patted your back in sympathy.

Your shoulders slumped, "Ugh." Just as you were about to air your disgust in stronger words, Whiskey's door opened.

"Paloma! Glad to see you, darlin'. Come on in."

You shot Mary one last look, pleading for reprieve. She patted your shoulder and bid Whiskey a good night.

You forced your legs to move, and when you got inside Whiskey's office you perched on the edge of the sofa in the visitors area. Whiskey preferred to entertain visitors away from his desk, so he had a cozy corner of the office set up with two large chairs, a coffee table, and a black leather sofa that seemed to take up half the room.

You tossed the file on the table and spoke in a monotone that bordered on rude. "Brought you the file. Need anything else?"

Whiskey gestured to the bar cart. "Can I get you a drink, darlin'?"

"No." You shook your head. "But thank you."

Whiskey shrugged and poured himself something amber in a small glass. You couldn't take your eyes off his hands as they deftly maneuvered around the glassware and ice bucket. They reminded you a little of Frankie's hands: strong and thick, sure and precise in their movements. But where Frankie's hands were warm, work-worn and calloused, Whiskey's were primped and clean, just as manicured as his sharply tailored suits and slick mustache. You bit the inside of your lip to bring yourself back to reality before your brain could wander any farther down the path of what Whiskey's hands could do.

You focused your gaze on the file on the coffee table and waited. Whiskey settled himself into the big chair closest to your end of the couch.

"Paloma, darlin'. Thanks for coming up."

You cringed internally and tried to screw up the courage to ask him to just call you Paloma. The nickname of "darlin'" was starting to grate. For a moment you weren't sure if it was because you found it unprofessional or because you wanted to hear it more. Shit. What was wrong with you?

"What can I do for you, Agent Whiskey?"

"Please, call me Jack."

"What can I do for you?" You refused to give in, drawing your mental line in the sand. You could have a whole conversation with him without calling him Jack, couldn't you?

"Well now, I was hoping we could finally chat a bit - outside of a meeting, that is. You've been here almost two months and I'm sorry that I haven't taken the time to get to know you better." He winked.

You suppressed an eye roll and pursed your lips. "What would you like to know?"

You weren't going to make this easy for him, you decided. If he wanted information beyond your resume, or even a friendly conversation, he would have to work for it. You weren't simply going to open up like a flower under the sunshine of his charm.

"Well, I understand you're from Louisville. Beautiful place." He leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees, trying to close the space between you.

"Yes." You scooted all the way to the back of the sofa and crossed your arms, somewhat amused at the difficulty you were giving him. He hadn't expressed any displeasure yet, but you were certain that he was going to get frustrated sooner or later.

"Well, darlin' I had no idea that we were growin' them so smart down there, not to mention so pretty. If I'd known, I would have lured you up here to the big city a lot sooner." He looked like he was about to wink again, or try to devour you.

"Is that so?" God, he was really buttering you up, wasn't he? You crossed one leg over the other, keeping your arms crossed over your chest for good measure.

"Yes, it is. I was awfully impressed by your analysis on the Rex Smith case ‘bout a year ago. I had no clue there were that many shell companies in the mix. I would've thought three, maybe four, tops. But you found thirteen!"

Your jaw dropped a little at that. Not only had he seen your work on your first case as Assistant Director in Louisville, but he had reviewed the case file thoroughly, remembered such a tiny detail, and was also giving you credit? You were starting to think that you had underestimated Agent Whiskey. His charm and sass were legendary, but you now realized that those traits didn’t indicate anything missing in the brains department.

He smirked at your reaction and teased you gently. "Better watch that mouth, darlin'. You're liable to catch a few flies if you don't close it."

Goddamn him. You closed your mouth and tried not to sulk. You didn't like making mistakes, especially not such idiotic ones. If you weren't careful, he was going to knock you on your ass.

"Can I get you that drink now, darlin'?"

"No, thank you. I need to get going." You uncrossed your legs and stood up. Whiskey stood at the same time, and you found yourself entirely too close to him, your bodies just inches apart as you tried to negotiate your exit from the seating area. Something warm that smelled like cedar and smoky bourbon was emanating off of him, and you were certain it was from the expensive side of the cologne department. His coffee-brown eyes held yours, and you caught yourself staring at him while your brain sent you panicky messages to, “Move! Speak! Leave!”

Whiskey let the moment hang, seeming to enjoy every second that passed like torture for you. His eyes were twinkling so hard you thought you saw sparks. You heard yourself exhale a breath that was far more shaky than you would have preferred. He put his hand out to shake yours, and you found yourself imagining what would happen if you bypassed the polite gesture and wrapped your arms and legs around him, knocked him to the floor and kissed that stupid mustache right off his face.

Instead, you reached out to shake his hand and accidentally brushed the front of his hip, just an inch from his crotch.

"Oh my GOD! That was an accident. I'm so sorry, I'm sorry!" You scrunched your eyes closed and buried your face in your hands. Mortification consumed you as you heard Whiskey guffaw. You felt like you were going to die of embarrassment, and you were pissed off that it wasn't a real possibility. Death would have been extremely welcome.

Whiskey put his hands on your shoulders and squeezed. His laughter died down to a soft wheeze. "Hey, look at me."

You dared a glance through your fingers. His eyes twinkled and his white teeth still showed in a wide smile. "I'm sorry I laughed, I know it was an accident. You weren't trying to take advantage."

You moaned and Whiskey chuckled again. "It's alright, darlin'. You didn't break anything."

“Argh! I’m so sorry. That’s the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done.”

“It’s okay, I didn’t think anything of it.” He pulled you gently toward him, and you did something you never imagined possible: you let him wrap you into a hug.

“I’ll forget it if you will, darlin’.” His deep voice rumbled against your body and you felt yourself melting a little. Tears of embarrassment pricked at your eyes.

You sniffed and pulled back. Whiskey let you go, but kept one hand on your elbow. He looked at you warmly and smiled. “Really, darlin’. Don’t think anything of it.”

You found yourself staring into his dark brown eyes, warm and shiny with humor. The mood shifted almost imperceptibly, turning him magnetic. Something in you snapped and you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.

Whiskey hummed a surprised noise against your lips for a moment, then opened his mouth to let you in. His mustache was softer than it looked, and hardly tickled at all as you wrestled each other for satisfaction. You found yourself tumbling down to the couch. Whiskey lay over you with one strong arm wrapped around your lower back, keeping you pressed close against him. His lips and tongue were eager and searching, and you responded in kind, nibbling his plush lower lip and flicking your tongue across the back of his top teeth. The taste of his liquor intermingled with the scent of his cologne, and it sent your senses reeling. He tasted and smelled and felt so good, and you wanted to stay there and drink him in forever.

Your lips parted from Whiskey’s and you took a gulp of air, looking into his brown-black eyes above you. The inrush of oxygen kicked your brain into gear and you felt cold; both from the absence of Whiskey's mouth on yours and from the dose of harsh reality that washed over you. This was wrong... wasn't it? As good as it felt, it wasn't right to make out with the boss in his office, after hours, on a couch for God's sake. What the hell were you thinking?

"Oh, shit!" You shoved Whiskey's shoulders up and away, rolling him toward the back of the couch as you slithered out from underneath him. You landed on the floor, then crouched and stood up. Whiskey shifted on the sofa, turning to lay face up on the plush leather and folding his arms behind his head. His grin hovered somewhere between 'Cheshire cat' and 'kid let loose in a candy store.' You groaned at the sight while irritation and the desire to flop back down on top of him fought equally within you.

"Well now, darlin'. You need to be off somewhere?"

"Yes. This was not a good idea." You waved your hands in front of you as if you were trying to erase a blackboard. "I think I need to leave."

"Feel free to come back anytime, darlin'. I'll be right here."

You took three swift steps toward the door and then spun to face him. "I need you to stop calling me 'darlin''. My name here is Paloma."

He cocked one eyebrow at you as you continued. "And another thing, Agent Whiskey: this never happened."

Before he could respond you yanked his office door open and jogged to the elevator. What the hell was wrong with you?

---

"Ginger, you have got to help me. I don't know what's wrong with me." You shuddered out a breath as you kicked your shoes off and sat down at your kitchen table. At your elbow was the biggest drink you could pour without causing a hangover.

"Are you okay? What happened?"

You gulped. "I kissed him."

"What?! Why?"

"I don't know! I just... I was in his office and he was standing really close to me and then I went to go shake his hand but I accidentally touched his crotch and..." you trailed off as Ginger laughed. "It's not funny, it's embarrassing!"

She giggled at you. "That sounds kind of funny. You'll laugh about it later."

"I won't. I wanted to die of embarrassment, but then he was so nice about it and he was looking at me softly and I just- I kissed him! What the hell is wrong with me?"

"Try not to worry too much. You're not the first lady to make that mistake and you won't be the last. He'll forget about you as soon as someone else catches his eye.”

"Yeah, I know." You weren't sure if being one in a long string of women made you feel better or worse.

"… although it does seem like you have a ‘type’ now.”

“What?!”

“Well he is tall, dark, and handsome. If he weren’t such a jackass I’d say he reminds me of Frankie.”

“Oh, hell no. That is not a fair comparison. They’re nothing alike.”

“You’re right, Frankie was a gem. Listen, just avoid Whiskey and keep your eyes on your work. He'll forget about you and it'll be like it never happened. And as irritating as he is, I know he's not a gossip. Don't worry, this won't get around."

You threw back your head and let out a long breath. "Okay. You're right. All I have to do is my job."

"That's right. And you're really good at your job, Pal. Don't let this derail you, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks, Gin. I appreciate it."

"No problem. Listen, I have to go, but I wanted to tell you that I’ll be coming to New York next week. I have to do some training with, uh, a consultant. And when I’m done we can have a girl’s dinner out, okay? Just try to have a good weekend."

"Thanks, I will. You too."

You sighed and finished your drink. The idea of calling in sick tomorrow floated up, and you seriously considered it. But you had already spent six weeks avoiding Whiskey, and your integrity wouldn’t let you call out without a good reason. You could make it one day until the weekend, right?

---

You awoke Friday morning with a pounding headache and a cotton-dry mouth. You were dreading going to work, but duty called. You showered and dressed as slow as you dared, and found yourself dragging into the office only 15 minutes late. Fortunately, there was enough work to keep you distracted, and at your 10:00 department heads meeting you found out that Whiskey was out of the office for the day. Relief washed over you, and you suddenly felt lighter. You could survive until the weekend without worrying.

The rest of your day was uneventful until around 4:00, when an assistant brought you a vase of fresh flowers that had been delivered to reception. You frowned and looked for a card. The arrangement was beautiful, featuring dark yellow daisy-shaped flowers with fuzzy chocolate brown centers, and pinky-purple blooms shaped like bottle brushes. Both types looked oddly familiar. You leaned closer to examine them as your brain twisted in confusion. Were those...? No way... orange coneflowers and dense blazing stars? Who the heck would send you an arrangement of Kentucky wildflowers? Mom? It wasn't your birthday yet.

You felt an icy ball of lead punch you in the stomach as you opened the notecard: "Even though nothing happened, I had a hell of a time. Hope to see you again. -Jack"

That motherfucker.

Just as you were about to sweep the flowers into the trash, there was a heavy knock on your doorway. You looked up, and your emotions spun from anger to elation so fast you almost threw up. Frankie stood in your doorway, looking soft and rumpled in a plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his sweet curls escaping the same well-loved baseball cap he always wore.

"Frankie!?" You leapt out of your chair and practically ran to him. He swept you up in a bear hug and pulled you six inches off the ground. "Oh my God, Frankie, I'm so glad to see you!"

"Hey, Paloma. I missed you. How's the big promotion? They make you head of the New York office yet?" His deep voice rumbled into your ear softly, and you laughed with joy. You never wanted to let go.

Frankie set you down and broke the embrace, and you immediately grabbed his hand and guided him to one of your visitors chairs. You took a seat in the chair next to him, turning it to face him and get as close as you dared without looking too desperate.

"Oh my gosh, what are you doing here?"

"I'm doing a quick consulting job for Statesman, helping Ginger train a few folks for an extraction. I have to work on the project Monday and Tuesday, and then I'll be in town until Saturday as a tourist. I took the whole week off, so I don't need to be back in Florida until next Sunday." He smiled broadly at you.

You felt your own face split into a wide grin. "Do you need a tour guide? I've been here two whole months. I can show you my favorite coffee shop and we could go to a few museums."

He smiled warmly back at you, and you felt like you had been wrapped in the world's softest blanket. "I'd like that. Statesman gave me an apartment for the week. Should be close by, if you don't mind showing me where it is?" He pulled a slip of paper out of his wallet and read the address.

You threw your head back and cackled.

"What's so funny?"

"That's my apartment! Statesman owns a few units in the same building." You grabbed the piece of paper from his hand to read the apartment number. "You're literally one floor below me for the week."

He grinned. "Well, shit. If I'd known that, I would’ve just told them to let me bunk with you."

You frowned and handed the paper back. "Wouldn't your girlfriend be upset with that?"

Frankie looked down at his shoes. "She's, uh, not my girlfriend anymore. We broke up."

"Oh, Catfish. I'm so sorry." You reached out to squeeze his forearm, and the feel of his warm skin over ropey muscles made you tingle. You vividly remembered how much you used to love grabbing those forearms as he pounded into you, how good they felt wrapped around you in the shower, how strong and safe Frankie felt at all times. You pulled your hand back and cleared your throat.

Frankie stood. "Listen, I gotta take care of a few things this afternoon, but can we go to dinner later? Nothing fancy, if you know anyplace I can go dressed like this," he gestured to his worn jeans and work boots.

"Unless, uh,” he pointed to the flowers on your desk. “Is there a boyfriend who would be mad if I took you out?"

You stood and smiled, biting your lip. "No. There’s no boyfriend, and I'd love to go to dinner. I'll come down to your apartment and pick you up at 7:00? 7:30?"

"Seven is perfect." He hugged you, and the smell of him spun you right back to Louisville. Frankie smelled like clean cotton and hard work, with a faint whiff of mechanic's grease just under the scent of his laundry soap and Old Spice deodorant. You used to tease Frankie about his habit of buying the same deodorant that he’d been using since junior high, but he always swatted you away with a, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” Now the scent of it made you want to buy every package in the world and always have the smell around you.

When you broke the embrace it was so hard to let go, to not lean in for a kiss like you used to. He seemed to feel it, too, lingering just a moment longer with his arms wrapped around you and smiling wistfully as you finally pulled apart. You wanted to stay in his arms for hours, maybe even stow away on his flight back to Florida.

“I’ll see you at seven, Paloma.”

You felt your goofy grin reappear. “Okay. I’m so glad you’re here, Catfish.”

---

The hours until dinner crawled, and you spent more time than you thought wise trying to get ready. You showered and put on your nicest outfit, which was really just the all-black, most-recently-purchased version of your normal work clothes. Your job at Statesman didn’t call for anything very dressy, so you hadn’t expanded your wardrobe beyond work staples. Still, you spent entirely too long arranging your hair, sweeping it one way and then the other, trying to figure out what jewelry to wear, and then changing your hair again for the third time. You were contemplating another shoe change when your phone alarm went off, warning you that it was five minutes to 7:00. Oh, well, too late to change anything now. You brushed your teeth frantically and hoped Frankie wouldn’t care.

You floated down the stairwell and found yourself grinning idiotically as you rapped at Frankie’s door. He opened it looking exactly the same as he had at 4:00 that afternoon, and you chastised yourself internally for trying to dress up. Your irritation turned to pride, however, when Frankie looked you up and down with a low whistle.

“Jeez, Paloma, you look fantastic. Should I change?” He looked worried.

“No, you look fine! We’re not going anywhere fancy, I promise. I don’t know why I changed clothes, it was silly.”

“No, you look amazing.” He opened his arms for a hug. You felt warmth rush to your face as you leaned in. Frankie was always so eager to please and to compliment you, to make you feel good. You had missed him so much.

The walk to dinner was easy, conversation bouncing between the two of you as you made your way to the restaurant. Frankie filled you in on everything going on in Florida, about his friends and his parents and his job. You spoke enthusiastically about your new position and how much you loved New York. You decided not to share information about either one of your run-ins with Agent Whiskey.

Dinner passed in a swirl of giggles and wine and good food. Frankie made you laugh so hard you almost choked twice, and before you knew it, nearly three hours had passed.

“Frankie, I think the restaurant is going to kick us out if we don’t scoot soon. Do you want to go walk around a little bit?”

He drained his water glass and nodded. “Yeah, where to?”

“We can window shop down the street, and there’s a cute little park nearby.” You arched one eyebrow at him, “Wanna go play on the swings?”

He laughed and nodded. “Yes, let’s do that.”

You fought Frankie for the bill before letting him win. “Okay, but the next one is on me, Catfish.”

When you emerged into the summer night, you both took a deep breath, trying to clear your heads of the alcohol haze. You weren’t drunk, just pleasantly buzzed and a little silly. Without thinking, you tucked your arm into Frankie’s and snuggled yourself against him as you wandered along. Store windows were lit up against the dark, and you stopped here and there to look and giggle at displays.

You paused in front of an antique store. The window behind the bars was lined in red velvet, and on each of the little red display pillows sat a piece of vintage jewelry.

You were quietly gazing at an enamel bracelet and a sparkly tiara when Frankie’s voice broke the silence.

“You ever want one of those?”

“A tiara? No. I mean, it might be fun for a hot bubble bath, but I can’t exactly wear it to work.”

“No,” he nudged your arm and tilted his chin toward the far left side of the store window. “An engagement ring.”

You froze and suddenly couldn’t breathe. Your eyes shifted to a sparkly, square-cut sapphire ring sitting on the smallest pillow. You couldn’t form rational thoughts, and you weren’t sure exactly what kind of answer Frankie was expecting.

“I mean- uh, I guess I never thought about it. I haven’t seen anyone since we-” you swallowed hard. “I’ve been single since we broke up.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, and when he didn’t respond right away you found yourself filling the silence with nervous chatter. “I mean, I tried dating but it never went past a second date, and I don’t know anyone who would propose that early, and anyway I just- I mean I didn’t think- and you left so I didn’t…” you trailed off, realizing that you weren’t making any sense.

Frankie’s voice was low and serious. “I thought about it.”

That broke the spell and you turned to face him. “You thought about it? About me?”

He looked at you, almost shy. “Yeah, I thought about it a couple of months after we started dating. But with your job and my work, and… Well, you know what happened. You were there, same as I was.” He reached out a hand to cup your chin. “I was sorry it didn’t work out for us.”

You sighed and melted into him, “Oh, Frankie.”

He wrapped both arms around your shoulders as you gripped his waist. Your mouths found each other in the dark as if your last kiss had been yesterday. Frankie was warm and solid and familiar, and you found yourself aching to hang on to him, to keep him there with you for as long as you could.

You stood on the sidewalk together for what seemed like hours, exploring each other and passing silent messages back and forth with your lips and tongues and teeth. Slow swirls of the tip of his tongue around yours told you he missed you, and the tiny nips you bit against his bottom lip conveyed an urgency, a need that you couldn't express in words. You found your fingers entwined in his belt loops, pulling him as close as you could, mimicking the kind of connection that really required nakedness and absolute vulnerability together.

You turned sideways to loop your arm around his waist and walk unsteadily back to your apartment building, stealing kisses again and again as you strolled, then paused, then continued on your way. The trip took twice as long as it should have, but neither you nor Frankie was willing to break apart for longer than it took to step down off a curb or glance at a walk signal. You just kept kissing, drunk on each other and wanting more and more; silently cursing the fact that the apartment was still so far away, but reveling in the moments that you could seize right now to embrace each other as you walked.

When you reached your block, you murmured against Frankie’s mouth. “Do you have anything? I don’t have any protection at home.”

He cursed softly, “Shit. No, I didn’t bring…” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you kissed him again.

“Don’t worry, that’s why I asked. There’s a drugstore right here.”

“I always knew-” he kissed you softly, “... that you were smarter than me.”

You giggled against his mouth and wrapped your arms around his neck. “You’re the one who can fly helicopters. I just stare at data reports all day.”

You walked into the pharmacy holding hands and made it through the checkout line in record time, urgently kissing again when you reached the sidewalk, navigating the final dozen or so yards to your building.

The elevator ride consisted of one long kiss, broken only by Frankie’s urgent, “Mine or yours?” You murmured, “Mine,” and pressed the button for your floor, folding yourself back into his arms. You unlocked your front door while Frankie held you from behind and peppered kisses down your ear and cheek and jaw, distracting you as you fumbled with your keys. When you finally got the door open, you tumbled inside together and slammed the door shut.

Now that you were someplace private, you could undress, fumbling against one another as you struggled to open buttons and zippers and bra clasps in between kisses; to continue your soft caresses while you kicked shoes and pants off and away. Finally you were both standing, wearing only underwear while you continued to embrace. You pulled away from Frankie and picked up the box of condoms where it had dropped, then you took his hand and led him to your bedroom.

You tumbled onto the bed together and continued the makeout session that had started miles away and what seemed like an eternity ago in front of the antique store window. Frankie’s strokes along your ribcage and thighs were light and almost ticklish, so familiar that you wanted to cry. You had no expectations of getting back together and attempting a long-distance relationship, but he was here right now. And that was good, right? It was familiar and lovely and sweet.

Frankie hadn’t changed a bit since you parted 10 months ago, except for a few more grays in his beard and one or two more crinkles when he smiled. You ached and ached for him, even though he was right on top of you, kissing you and touching you and murmuring your name. Your brain kept raising the idea of what would happen in a week when he had to leave, or what might have happened a year ago if Statesman hadn’t demanded so much from both of you. The knowledge that you had missed becoming Frankie’s wife because of shitty circumstances, combined with the threat of losing him again in just a few days time punched you in the throat, and a sob escaped your lips as tears sprang to your eyes.

“What’s wrong, babe? Did I hurt you?” Frankie looked you over, rolling to one side to examine your face with a worried scowl. He propped himself up on one elbow and hovered over you.

“No, I’m just-” You sniffed back another sob. “I just wasn’t expecting to see you, and I’m so glad you’re here. It’s just a lot, that’s all.”

He brushed a tear from your cheek. “We don’t have to do this right now; not if you don’t want to. I didn’t come here with the expectation that you would jump back into bed with me.”

Your heart leapt at that. Same old sweet Frankie, doing everything he could to treat you tenderly, to care for you. You knew that if you tried to explain everything you were feeling, he would probably take it personally. Frankie hated to see you hurting, and doubly so if he thought he was the one who had caused it.

“I might just need a minute. I’m okay, I promise. It’s just been a weird week.”

You decided to joke, to lighten the mood and try to ease Frankie’s worry. “My old boyfriend is back in town, and I just found out that I missed out on him being my husband, and I also kind of kissed my boss yesterday, so I’m not in a real ‘steady’ place right now.”

Frankie frowned at that. “You kissed Bill?”

“Oh, no! No, not my boss-boss.” You paused, unsure of whether or not Frankie would hate you for your next words. “I kissed Agent Whiskey.”

Frankie’s eyebrows nearly leapt off his forehead, but he didn’t sit up or let go of you. He didn’t run out of the room screaming. “Is there something I should know?”

“It was a mistake. I was in his office and I accidentally touched his crotch-” Frankie’s eyebrows raised another impossible inch as you continued, “Truly an accident, a horrible, embarrassing accident. And then I think I just felt really vulnerable and lonely and I kissed him.”

Frankie nodded. “It happens, I guess.” He looked at you tenderly. “Although I’ve never kissed my boss. He always has food in his beard.” You erupted in giggles and tucked your face against Frankie’s chest. He stroked your arm and shoulder, laughing against your hair.

Your giggles subsided, and you rolled away from Frankie, laying on your stomach and folding your arms under your chin. You sighed and turned your face to him. “I am glad you’re here, though. I really missed you.” You paused, trying to formulate your next words.

“It took me a long time to get over you, and I’m honestly not sure I ever did. If we hadn’t both had so much work and conflicting schedules, if things had been different-” Frankie leaned over and cut you off with a soft kiss.

“You don’t have to tell me how things could have been different.” He stroked your temple. “After we broke up I just couldn’t handle working around you. I didn’t hate you, I just had to leave. It hurt too much to stay.”

“I’m sorry, Frankie.”

“No, don’t apologize. It wasn’t you, it wasn’t me, it was just life.” Frankie leaned over and kissed your cheek, stroking your back with feather-light touches, raising goosebumps as silence settled over the both of you.

His touch felt amazing, conjuring electricity where his fingers met your skin. Tingles started to form in your pelvis and you found your breath shuddering in time with Frankie’s caresses. You sat up and moved to straddle him, entwining your fingers with his and pinning his hands to the bed next to his ears.

Neither one of you spoke as you rolled your hips gently on his and stole kiss after kiss, feeling his erection grow and press harder against your vulva, still separated by the fabric of both your underwear and his. Finally you broke your grip on his hands and Frankie reached up to cup your breasts. You arched your back to press yourself into his palms, and your nipples stiffened with the friction and the heat of his touch. You grabbed the backs of his hands and pressed them harder against you, as if you could multiply the sensations that were zipping through your body.

You leaned down for another kiss and then swung your leg off and over him. You stood next to the bed and pulled your panties off, then reached over Frankie to grip his waistband. He lifted his hips to assist you, and when his cock sprung free you nearly gasped at how much you missed him and missed this, the intimacy and the raw electricity and the closeness. You reached out to stroke his length a few times, running the pad of your thumb gently up the underside and over his slit. He was damp there, but not leaking yet, and you let go only to grab the box of condoms and rip it open.

“Here,” you handed him a foil packet and let him put it on. When he was covered you gripped him again and gave him three firm, slow pumps, pulling a moan out of the deepest part of his chest. You straddled him again and hovered over him, making eye contact as you lined up to insert him, taking him into the most intimate part of you. He stroked one large hand from your knee to your ass, then cupped both cheeks and pulled you slightly apart to help guide him in. You closed your eyes and let out a soft hiss as he entered. Everything felt so good and familiar, like no time had passed at all, like he had never left.

When you were fully seated on him, you placed your palms on his shoulders for leverage, watching with delight as the tendons in his neck flexed and his Adam’s apple bobbed, veins throbbing on either side of his beautiful throat as you rode him. He reached one hand down to thumb your clit, pressing and petting it and drawing whimpers from you as the pleasure swelled within you. Neither one of you spoke as you gazed into each other, moving together in a practiced rhythm, increasing the pace and the tempo and the force until you were shaking the whole bed. Then your head spun and you found yourself crying out his name as you climaxed around him. You slumped over him and buried your face in his neck, that gorgeous soft crook between his throat and his shoulder. He braced his feet and thrust up into you. Chills wracked your body as you squeezed and fluttered around his cock. He grunted and clenched his jaw, “I’m coming.” And then he pulled you closer and froze, holding you there as he filled the condom. When he relaxed his thighs and arms, you reached down and gripped the base of the condom to keep it on him as you rolled sideways and off.

You both lay staring at the ceiling, recovering your breath, trying to remember where you were and why anything outside of your shared pleasure mattered.

---

Frankie stayed at your apartment all weekend. The two of you kissed and caressed, showered and fucked, made breakfasts and dinners, watched movies and slept curled together, until you almost forgot how much you had missed each other, almost forgot the fact that he would have to leave.

On Monday you and Frankie walked to the office together and kissed at the front desk, parting ways for the day. You ran into Ginger in the hallway and squealed and gave her a hug. She smiled at you and wiggled her eyebrows. “Did you see who our consultant is for this project?”

“Yes! He came by my office on Friday and we went to dinner.” You leaned over to lower your voice and murmur, “And we spent all weekend together.”

Ginger laughed and you grinned and rolled your eyes. “It’s nice. I don’t know if we’re ‘back together’ or anything, but I’ll have fun hanging out with him while he’s here.”

Ginger bit her lip, “I’m glad. I know you guys really missed each other, but I’m happy you can see him while he’s here.”

“Me, too.”

You and Ginger made plans to have lunch together that afternoon, and your mood was light as you entered your office. It dampened a bit when you saw the flowers from Whiskey that were still sitting there. And it dropped further when you saw a note from one of your staff saying that Whiskey had requested that you come see him when you arrived this morning. You decided that you would just have to treat him like nothing had happened, and keep your head up. After all, you were on cloud nine with Frankie in town, so what’s the worst that could happen?

You found Mary’s desk empty, so you squared your shoulders and knocked on Whiskey’s door. He could try to irritate you all he wanted, but you were going to be cool as a cucumber.

When he opened the door, Whiskey grinned at you and motioned you in. You opted to stand next to his desk with your arms crossed. If this was business, you would keep it businesslike. He walked up to you and raised an eyebrow, still grinning like a fool.

You looked at him and frowned. What was his deal?

He started the conversation cryptically, “Well?”

“Well what?”

“Did you get my flowers?”

You opted for the driest tone you could, “Yes. Thank you.”

He nodded, “Good. Listen, darlin’-”

You interrupted him. “Paloma.”

“Right, Paloma. I’d love to take you out to dinner sometime and apologize again for behaving like a jackass in that meeting a few weeks back.” He placed both of his large, warm hands on your arms and squeezed. “If we could see our way clear to some kind of understanding, I think I’d like it very much if we could-” a knock on his door cut him off.

Mary opened it and stuck her head in. “Agent Whiskey? I have the consultant here for your 9:00 meeting.”

Whiskey hissed out a breath and sounded disappointed. “Right.”

You pounced on the opportunity to escape. “I’ll just get going.”

Mary opened the door all the way and Frankie walked halfway in, freezing at the sight of you and Whiskey standing so close together. Guilt creeped up, even though you had no reason to feel that way, and you fought the urge to apologize to Frankie.

You and Agent Whiskey spoke at the same time, words jumbling together as Frankie approached to shake hands with Whiskey.

“Hi, Agent Whiskey. You can call me Ja-”

“Frankie, hi. I was just-”

“Oh, do you two already know-”

“We used to-”

You found yourself standing next to them as they shook hands and sized each other up. Your own discomfort was so strong that you almost didn’t notice that they were jostling each other as if they were fighting for dominance. A strange energy settled over the three of you as they stared at each other. If you didn’t know any better, you would have said it felt like they were fighting over you.

“Whiskey, this is Frankie Morales. He and I used to work-” Frankie cut you off, something he normally would never do, and his next words mortified you.

“Paloma and I used to date when we worked together in Louisville.”

You groaned. You weren’t embarrassed that you had dated Frankie, but the less information Whiskey had about your personal life, the better.

“Is that so? Well, I didn’t know that.” Whiskey’s voice was as smooth as the leather on his couch, and he cocked an eyebrow at you. Instead of irritating you, it had the effect of sending a flutter to your crotch. You gulped, hard.

Whiskey turned back to Frankie. “Any big plans while you’re here in New York?”

“Paloma and I are going out.”

“We’re what?” Your voice was louder than you had meant it to be and both men turned to look at you. You felt stunned by the double gaze, the two pairs of dark brown eyes, the strong noses and lovely mouths; features so similar to one another now that you saw them together. Maybe Ginger was right, maybe you did have a “type.”

Your brain did a somersault, throwing up the most shocking and simultaneously wonderful idea, and you wished you could banish the thought back to whatever delicious hellhole it had sprung from. You almost burst into tears, thinking that the stress of your job had finally broken your brain. Under normal circumstances, the idea and all of its implications would have been curious, but under the current circumstances it was absolutely ridiculous. The absurd, impossible word had popped into your head entirely uninvited: “Threesome.”

Frankie and Whiskey stared at you for three long, agonizing seconds, then they both spoke the same word at the same time.

“WHAT?”

“Oh, shit. Did I say that out loud?” ---

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just-another-muddafucka · 3 years

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unwanted visitor*

pairing: max cady x fem!reader

summary: a good deed turns out to be the worst choice you could possibly make... maybe.

warnings: explicit language, slight dub con, fingering, choking, face slapping, predatory vibes, huuggeee age gap (but reader is of legal age), daddy kink

When the last bell of the day rang, you were more than happy to pack your books into your bag and hurriedly get out from behind your desk. All of your frustrations washed away the minute the final bell rang throughout the school. You walked with a pep in your step down the hall and to the left where your locker was. Quickly putting in your combination, you unlocked the metal barrier and shoved your history textbook inside and huffed as you fixed your lopsided headband that kept your hairs away from your face.

“Y/N!” You heard your friends squeal your name as they ran to you, all laughing and talking at the same time.

“If you’re gonna ask me to go to the mall again, the answer is gonna be no,” you giggled and held your binder to your chest as you shut your locker and made sure to rearrange the numbers. “My parents are coming home tomorrow and I have to clean up and stuff.”

“And stuff? What’re you gonna do? Rub one out the last night you’re alone?” Alana, the loud and dirty one of the group, questioned you and made an obscene gesture with her fist and mouth.

You shoved her and covered your blushing face with your binder as your friends giggled around you. You rolled your eyes at her filthy antics and walked in between them. “I’ll let you guys know though, okay? I have studying to do and food shopping.”

“Oh, let me know when you go food shopping. I need to get more snacks,” Beverly, the insanely smart and talkative one of the group, told you as she fixed her glasses on her nose. “I ate too much of everything again and my parents are gonna freak when they see how empty the cabinets are. Especially my dads secret stash. No wonder he keeps a lock and key.”

You and Alana shared a look and laughed. Alana wrapped an arm around Beverly’s shoulders as you three made your way out of the school. There was still a bustle of students here and there - some waiting for the bus, some waiting for their parents, others just loitering. Alana and Beverly were chatting amongst themselves, and judging from the way Bev was sucking her teeth annoyingly, Alana was probably saying something dirty or poking fun. You were in your own head as your eyes scanned your surroundings.

They suddenly landed on a beautiful red mustang parked across the street. The man in the driver’s seat was significantly older than you. You weren’t sure if he was a parent or a teacher, but his eyes never left yours the minute you spotted him. A nudge to your arm brought you back down to earth and you quickly turned your head to focus on your two friends.

“We’re gonna head to the arcade. Danny’s supposed to meet us there. You sure you don’t wanna come?” Bev asked you, furrowing her eyebrows and biting down on her bottom lip with her brace covered teeth.

“I’m sure,” you smiles and fixed the straps of your bag and held your binder tighter to your chest as you took a few steps back. “I’ll see you guys Monday!”

They both bid you a goodbye and went around the school to where the football field was to cut a shortcut. You trotted down the steps and began to make your way home which was just a 10 minute walk, 6 minutes tops if you ran. But do you really wanna run in a skirt? You shook your head to yourself and giggled softly. The air was so fresh and clean. It rained last night and today was a beautiful morning. The smell of grass and flowers overwhelmed your senses as the birds chirped around you.

“Excuse me, young lady,” you heard a gentle southern voice call at you from beside.

You gasped and looked to the side and saw the man you had seen before. He rests one elbow on the the drivers side window as the other rests on the steering wheel. He was wearing a sailor’s hat and had a Hawaiian shirt on, only the top three buttons undone, showcasing a hairy and well built chest with tattoos. He had some on his arms as well and it gave you butterflies. He lowered his sunglasses just a smidge and gave you a charming smile. Up close, he looked so handsome and rugged.

“I sincerely apologize for startling you,” he told you. “Do you, by any chance, know where Collins Avenue is? I’m afraid I don’t have a map and I have a doctor’s appointment.” He seemed so friendly. It made you feel at ease. You stepped closer to the car and looked down the street, missing the way his eyes roamed you up and down.

“You’re gonna go down that street here. And then when you’re about to pass that yellow house, you’re gonna make a right. And then there’s gonna be a blue house at the corner, then you’re gonna wanna make a left and then keep going straight!” You told the directions and gave him a bashful smile, hugging your binder closer to your chest again. “Do you get it, mister?”

“I’m afraid I don’t, darlin,” he huffed and licked his lips, sucking his teeth and tapping his thump against the steering wheel.

“Well, I can draw it out for you if you’d like? I know this neighborhood like the back of my hand,” you giggled quietly, making the man smirk as he bit his lip.

“Would you like to take a seat inside so you’re more comfortable?” He offered and unlocked the doors of his car.

“I’m not allowed to get into cars with strangers, mister,” you told him softly, nervously biting your lip.

“Well look at how smart you are!” He praised you, causing your cheeks to blush pink. He didn’t miss that and grinned wolfishly. “My name is Max Cady. And you are?”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you told him, taking a small step towards the car when he outstretched his hand to shake yours. His hand was so much bigger than yours, fingers long and veins protruding on his hand and arm. You swallowed down a whimper at the touch.

“See, now we ain’t strangers anymore,” he winked at you, laughing quietly as you looked down. “I promise you, I’m a respectful man and you seem like a lovely lil lady.” He fingers tapped against his thigh as his knee started to bob, a sign of impatience. But he needed to get you to trust him. He needed to simply wait it out until it was the right time. When your hand touched the handle, something inside of him jumped for joy. “There we go!”

You opened your binder and turned to a clean sheet of paper, pulling out a pencil from its pocket and beginning to draw an outline of where Max needed to go. You can feel his eyes on you as you neatly scribbled down street signs and little squares as houses. His scent suddenly filled your senses. The cologne he was wearing smelled so intoxicating. You wanted to bury your nose in his neck to keep that scent around you. You bit your lip and squeezed your thighs together under your binder, hoping he didn’t realize your squirming. Oh, but he did. His eyes trailed down to look at the exposed skin hidden under your pink checkered skirt, your white thigh highs fitting so snug around you. It looked so soft and supple. He needed to squeeze your flesh and sink his teeth into them to leave his mark. He suddenly wonders if you bruise easily.

“So, you go to this school here?” Max asks you, wanting to make small talk to keep you longer. “I hear it’s the last month before summer.”

“Yes, I do! It’s my last year too, and then I go to college,” you beamed with excitement and he almost found it adorable. “I can’t wait. It’s gonna be so exciting.”

“No kiddin’. What’re you studying?” He licked his lips and looked at your neck and collarbones, suddenly wondering what you’d taste like if he trailed his tounge across. How long would he have to choke you to make you pass out?

“English! I wanna be a writer,” you gave him a shy smile, watching as his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled back at you. Man, was he handsome. “I never asked where you’re from, Max. I recognized your accent.”

“Oh, just a lil town up in Georgia,” he shrugged. “Nothin’ too special, I guess.”

“Georgia? I heard they have great peaches up there. I always wanted to go to a peach farm,” you pouted.

“Can I let you in on a secret?” His voice dropped down to a low baritone hum as he moved closer to you, the heat of just him engulfing you like flames. His breath tickled your ear. “They ain’t that good.”

You burst into a fit of giggles and covered your mouth with your palm. Max chuckles to himself and elbows you lightly. Your skin was soft. His hands twitched as he moved back to his spot. And what perfume were you wearing? It smelled like strawberries and rose water.

“Um, here you go, sir - Max!” You handed him the paper and closed your binder after putting your pencil away. “If you just follow those directions, you’d be out on the main street and then the doctor’s office should be around there. I promise, you won’t get lost.”

“Well, since you’ve been such a lovely samaritan, I do believe you deserve a reward,” he tells you and reaches over to open the glove compartment, the back of his hand briefly touching your knees as he rifles around and pulls out a heart shaped lollipop. “Somethin’ sweet for a sweet peach.”

You blushed and took the lollipop with a soft thank you, sir. You unwrapped it and popped it into your mouth, immediately letting out a soft moan, not even realizing it as you suckle and lick. Max never once took his eyes off you. His face changed into one of seriousness. He need to have you. And if he couldn’t right now, he’d find a way. When you went to look at him, he immediately gave you that charming smile of his.

“How about I take you home? You’ve been so good to me and I would just feel so bad letting you walk alone out here,” he told you and laid a large hand on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing up and down as he looked into your eyes. Almost hypnotized, you nodded. “Where do you live, peach?”

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When Max stopped in front of your house, he took notice of the absence of cars in the driveway. You turned in your seat and gave him a blushing smile. He rests his arm on the seats behind him and spreads his thighs comfortably. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes look down before quickly looking into his again.

“Thank you for the ride, Max. I do hope you get to the doctors office safely,” you told him gently, leaning over the console to give his stubbly cheek a kiss, once more smelling that cologne.

“Pleasure’s all mine, peach,” he grins and tips his hat to you like a gentleman, savoring the little giggles that escape your red tinted lips that was from the lollipop.

He watches as you exit the car, waving back at you as you walk up the long walkway that leads to the steps. When you reach the top, you unlock the door, turning back once more to wave at Max. He gives you a wink as you shut the door. His smile drops from his face at an instant as he puts his car into drive and parks a few houses down. All he has to do is wait now.

When you get inside the house, you drop your bag down with a sigh and envelope the silence that fills up every room. You hated silence with such a passion. It was so quiet, yet so loud at the same damn time. You needed excitement and wonder and boisterous adventures. You trudged up the carpet steps and enter your lonely room. Tugging off your shoes, you neatly put them back in the empty space under your bed, pushing them back just a tad so your bedsheets cover them. You remove your headband and run your fingers through your hair. You sat down on the edge of your bed with a sigh. Coming home to an empty house was the worst feeling you ever felt.

“I need a dog,” you mumbled to yourself and walked over to the radio that sat on your windowsill, sliding in your favorite tape of Queen and smiling happily again when Somebody To Love came on. You hummed along to the lyrics and began to pick up any dirty laundry lying around. You had to make sure the bathroom was in tact as well before your parents came home. You made a mental list in your head of things you needed to do as you left your room and entered the small laundry room just beside yours. You loaded the washer, poured in a small cup of detergent, and turned the novel so that it would start rotating the clothes around.

You walked down the steps and entered the guest bathroom that was adjacent to the back door. You put your handle on the knob and turned it to make sure it was still locked before you left for school and after you came home. Just as you walked down the hallway to check the front door, the familiar Hawaiian shirt caught you off guard in your kitchen. You gasped and pressed your back against the walk beside the steps. Max Cady was standing in your kitchen eating an apple from your bowl of fruits.

“You should learn how to lock your doors, honey,” he tells you, taking another bite out of the apple as he motions with his hand around. “I mean, anybody can just walk in.”

“Wha-What’re you doing here, sir?” You whispered helplessly, feeling as thought you’re about to collapse just from how fast your heart is beating. “My parents will be home a-any minute, you need to go.”

“The calendar says otherwise,” he tells you condescendingly and steps in front of said calendar. He points to a circled date that was tomorrow and reads aloud, “Mom and dad come back.” He turns back to you, seeing the evident fear in your ears and the tremble in your body. “Now, why on earth would you go and lie about somethin’ like that? Your parents taught you about strangers, but I guess they ain’t teachin’ you about lying.”

A small tear rolls down your cheek as you try to muster up a response, but all that comes out is a feeble, “Please.”

Max sets the apple down on the countertop and begins to stalk towards you just as you make a mad dash for the front door. You swing it open just when his strong arm wraps around your waist, lifting you from the ground and throwing you back down behind him, causing you to scream and fall on your hands and knees. He slams the door and chases you up the stairs as you helplessly crawl. You sobbed and fought at his rough hands as they grab your arms to slam you against the wall, making one of the picture frams fall onto the ground. You cried and clawed at his skin, trying to smack his face to catch him off guard.

“Get over here,” he growls and enters your room, throwing you onto the bed and slamming the door shut with his foot. “I do believe you need to learn some manners.”

You cried and hiccuped as you hugged your knees to your chest, desperately holding onto them as grabbed onto your pillows as well. You watched with tear filled eyes as Max turns off your radio. He gets on his knees on your bed. You helplessly shake your head and cried out when he grabbed your ankles and dragged you down onto your back, causing your sheets to come undone and your stuffed animals to become disheveled.

“Please don’t kill me,” you whimpered and closed your eyes tight, feeling his nose against your damp cheek as he chuckles in your ear.

“Kill you? Oh honey, I’m gonna teach you a lesson,” he tells you, his southern drawl becoming thicker. He sits up straight, looking down your body and at how your thighs are trembling, your skirt pooled around your hips to show your tight gray panties. “Look at what we got here.”

You hiccuped and fearfully opened your eyes to see him staring down between your thighs with such hunger. You go to close them, but he smacks your thigh with such force that it makes you cry out. You rub at that sensitive and pained flesh, suddenly wishing that you never interacted with the man. He grabs your blouse and rips it apart, your buttons flying everywhere. You hear some clatter onto the ground as you lay helpless under him.

“I don’t want to hurt your pretty lil self, so how about you just cooperate, hm?” Max sternly tells you, pointing a finger down at you as if scolding a child. When you let out a small, “okay,” he nods in approval. “Now, have you ever been touched by a man?” You shake your head no. “You ever been touched by a woman?” You shook your head no. “You ever touch yourself?” You shook your head no once again. He laughs to himself and rubs a hand down his jaw. “You shittin’ me?”

“No sir,” you weakly whisper. “I’ve been saving myself.” You jump from his boisterous laugh. “What?”

“Well, I never thought of you to be such a holy girl.” His fingers gripped your thighs and he groaned as he saw the flesh turn white before pink. “Sweet, little innocent thing, hm?”

“Yes sir,” you whispered, your thighs trembling as his fingers moved further down until they stopped at the rim of your panties. “W-What’re you gonna do to me?”

“Well, I wanna choke the life out of you and destroy every inch of this body of yours, but I’m a gentleman,” he grins and tips his hat before putting it to the side. “I like you, Y/N, and I think we’re gonna get along just nicely.”

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pocket knife, sliding the blade under the fabric of your panties and lifting up in quick succession as he rips the fabric out from under you. He whistles and licks his lips as he first sees your bare cunt.

“Freshly shaved, just how I like ‘em,” he grins and rubs his fingers against the lips of your private parts. You jumped from the foreign feeling and gasped, thighs trembling to fall shut as he applies pressure to the swelling button hidden beneath your lips. “Thatta girl. Just let daddy do what’s best for you, hm?” He forces your thighs further apart and notices a small string of arousal sliding out of your tight hole. “What do we have here?”

You’re nervously panting as you play with the locket around your neck. Max slides his fingers to scoop up slme of your slick and shows it off to you with a filthy smile, spreading his fingers lewdly to show you the strings of arousal that look like saliva.

“I-I don’t know what that is,” you softly tell him. “And I don’t want to know. So can you please leave me alone, sir.” More tears filled your eyes as he laughed at your pathetic attempt.

“Darlin’, we’re just getting started,” he tells you and suddenly roughly shoves in his middle and ring fingers inside your tight cunt, laughing maniacally at the way you scream out from the painful intrusion. “That’s what I like to hear!”

You try to shut your thighs, but his large body and his arm between your legs stop you from doing so. He reaches over and wraps his other hand around your throat, squeezing and forcing you further down ontk the bed. You cough and grab onto his forearm, digging your nails into his tattooed and hairy skin. You kick your feet out as he begins to move his fingers in and out of you in quick succession. You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to distract yourself. But every single one of your thoughts are violated by Max. He squeezes your throat much harder than the last, relishing your weak gasps for air and the wet sloshing of his fingers inside your virgin pussy.

“You think I didn’t notice those little fuck me eyes looking at me inside the car?” He crooned. He removed his hand from your throat, watching with a hungry expression when you weakly gasp for air, your eyes dazy and unfocused. He slaps your cheek condescendingly, loving the small whimpers that leave your lips as he does so. “You wanted me from the start, little peach.” He leans over with a hand planted in the side of your head. You look up at him, thighs trembling even more as he speeds up his fingers, the tips prodding at this sensitive part inside of you that forces more slick to pour out.

“Mmhmmm,” you whimpered softly and threw your head back as your toes curled in your thigh highs. This feeling was so foreign, yet it felt so good. Max knew what he was doing, and yet you didn’t want him to stop. “Please... daddy.”

“That’s my girl,” he grins, crooking his fingers and moving his wrist upward as he ferociously begins to finger fuck you. You gasped and reached down to grab his forearm, but he shakes his head and laughs at your weak attempt.

“Oh G-God!” You squealed, eyebrows furrowing and cheeks burning up as the churning in your stomach envelopes into something bigger and stronger. “I-I feel... I feel... uuhhnnggh.”

“Let it happen,” he growls, slapping you in the face just as you squirt all over his hand and forearm, your juices spilling out onto your bedsheets and his pants. “Look at that!” He laughs as you try to catch your breath.

“Wha-What just happened, Max?” You whispered, feeling so dirty from letting an older man - a stranger - touch you so inappropriately, and you liking it.

“Oh honey, that ain’t nothin’,” he draws out and begins to unbuckle his belt. “We’re just getting started.”

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