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[primelinchen-the-second]

So anyways guess who just came back from an *checks watch* 8 hour hike

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 4. Begging - Frank Castle

Kinktober Day 4: Begging - Frank Castle x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, restraints, leg spreader, bdsm, dom/sub, bratty sub, punishment, spanking, degradation, vibrator, overstimulation, edging, begging, crying, comfort, nicknames, praise kink, aftercare, intense orgasm, squirting, passing out, no use of y/n

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He was calm, he was always so very calm when it came to you.  There he was, sitting in the motel chair positioned at the end of the bed, his legs spread wide as he sat relaxed back into the chair, his hands resting in his lap, eyes dark as he did nothing but watch every inch of your body with the remote control in his hand.

You on the other hand were led in the middle of the bed, a spreader bar attached to your ankles so he could see your pussy perfectly, whilst your hands were tied together with his thick leather belt and were strapped above your head.

It was meant to have been a nice evening out at the bar but you’d pushed your luck, exactly like you had planned. You knew you shouldn’t have been a brat but sometimes you just wanted him to snap.

So, you’d done anything possible to piss him off, first by wearing the most revealing dress to both flaunt your assets and tease him along the way. Next, you slipped your hand under the table and onto his crotch, even when he demanded you waited until both of you were back in the confines of your shared home, you still continued, even going as far as to slip under the table and unzip his jeans. At this point he allowed you to suck him off greedily, drinking down every drop of cum before climbing back out.

Next, you accepted a free drink from a stranger at the bar, you weren’t really thinking at this point and it was harmless but this seemed to catch his attention the most as he dragged you out of the bar. Stomping your feet like a child you complained as he waved from a taxi until he whispered into your ears, “wait until we get home”.

This was exactly what you were hoping for as you both stepped into the taxi so once again, you pushed him further by sticking your hands under your dress, teasing yourself as his eyes darkened and he demanded the driver to pull into the closest motel.

This is where he grabbed you roughly inside the room by your jaw, tossing you onto the bed, “do you like being punished? Is that is? Because you’ve earned yourself some spanks”.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Frank positioned you over his knee, something you didn’t fight as you knew this was the least of what you deserved, enjoying the stinging sensation across your arse as he spanked you with his large hand, the skin becoming hot to touch.

Next, he tore off your clothing and before you could react, he had walked out of the door, locking it behind him, leaving you completely naked and unable to chase after him.

Frank was gone for what felt like hours, so long in fact that you had fallen asleep in the bed. One moment you were drifting peacefully in your sleep and the next he was sat next to you n the edge of the bed, gently stroking your hair. In your confusion of just waking up and being disorientated, you’d completely forgotten where you even were or why you were naked under the sheets.

As your eyes adjusted to being in the dark - that told you something that he hadn’t been gone for too long - you could see his jaw muscle flexing as he clenched and unclenched his jaw. Sitting up, you could now see that he was in different clothes, gone were the smart shirt and dark jeans, now he had a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, along with his heavy black boots. And then you saw it, the bag dropped on the floor.

“You went home?” you asked in a small voice, wondering why he couldn’t have taken you home with him if that’s where he had planned to go.

Frank seemed to sense what you were thinking as he lifted your head with a single thick finger under your chin so that you were looking him in the eyes. “Do you really think you deserve to go home after your little stunt today? See, I don’t think you do, in fact, with the things I have planned for you tonight, there’s no way a little whore will be dirtying up my bed”.

It felt like cold water had been poured over you at his words, maybe you had pushed him too hard tonight. Glancing at the bad and then at him you knew you were truly fucked, especially as he leaned close enough that his whiskey-scented breath fanned across your face, “I’m not stopping tonight until I have you begging me to make you cum”.

This leads to your current position of wrists tied together, the spreader bar and also tape across your mouth to stop you talking, but it didn’t stop the moaning, loud enough you were sure the neighbours could have heard. However, it was the vibrator taped to the inside of your leg, positioned so it was grazing over your pussy, that had turned your mind to mush, a pool of juices dampened the bed below, and tears had also run down your cheeks and mixed into your hair as Frank remotely controlled the device, turning it up and down.

He was edging you to the brink of passing out, and at first, you tried to hide the ripples and waves of orgasmic incoming bliss that tingled over your thighs and cunt, but he knew you too well for you to get away with it so easily and now, whenever you felt the sensation your whole body convulsed as much as it could but being refrained due to the restraints.

About half an hour ago, he had approached you, leaving the vibrator on a low setting to pull back the tape and immediately you’d begun begging him to let you cum, shouting it loudly, but he didn’t seem phased as he retaped your mouth, kissing your sweaty forehead and sat back in his seat.

It wasn’t only the mindnumbing overstimulated feeling of needing to cum for so long that was driving you to overload, it was also the friction of the vibrator that added a slight burn to the situation, it confused your mind, you loved the pain and it added to the pleasure. However, you still couldn’t cum as he continued to turn down the vibrator at the peak moment.

It just kept going and going, you’d lost count of how many times he had edged you, it got to the point where there wasn’t any building between them, nearly constantly feeling at the brink of an orgasm but then never actually reaching it.

You were openly sobbing now, staring at him with pleading eyes as he remained in his chair.

You knew that you could shake your head and he would be over in a second, pulling your tape off and undoing the buckles, it was very important for both of you to know each other's limits.

But this, as intense as it was, you had hoped for. Maybe not as brutal as it did end up being, but you were curious just how far you could go before your mind gave up on you.

The situation didn’t feel like it was ever going to end, your breathing was quick, and you could feel a mixture of your heart pounding in your ears and the hum of the vibrator.

You weren’t sure when it was that you closed your eyes, tears still spilling out of the side as your thoughts began to go fuzzy, even your moaning had quietened down to a soft whine but your body still twitched.

It was only when you felt the bed dip next to you, did it all somewhat come back to you.

Frank pulled the tape from your mouth, and instantly you were whispering the word “please please please please please please” over and over and over, hiccups in between from where you had been crying.

Frank hushed you, stroking your hair and turning off the vibratory. Next, he cleaned your face, wiping the tears away with a warm cloth that he must have just heated under the skin. Even this his comfort, the sweet kisses on your cheeks, or his warm hand running up and down your sternum you still continued to bed the word please, you weren’t even sure for what anymore.

The man hovering you knew what you wanted however as he tried to calm you, “shh well-done Sweetheart, you’ve done so well. I know I’ve pushed you a bit far but you’ve done so well, I’m going to look after you baby”.

He began by undoing the buckle around your wrist, kissing the slightly tender skin beneath, and rubbing the muscles as you continued to plead with him. Next was the vibrator strapped to your leg, gently as he could with expert fingers he undid the strap, and the wave of relief you felt when the was finally nothing pressing against your swollen pussy, was something you’d never felt before.

Frank continued to whisper sweet praises to you as he placed the warm washcloth over your extremely tender clit which helped to soothe the ache but it did nothing to help the ache within your abdomen.

Even with these reliefs, you still continued to plead.

“Shh baby, I know, you’ve been such a good girl, you’ve not cum at all tonight, I know it hurts baby shh, I’m going to help you”.

You weren’t entirely sure what he was saying, not opening your eyes as you felt him lift the spread bar causing your knees to bend until they were pushed back and exposing your pussy even further to his from beneath the cloth.

Resting your foot against his chest so that your legs remained where they were, he looked down at the mess he had caused, the massive wet patch which spread over your thighs and over the bed, to the way your pussy quivered even without any stimulation.

“Listen carefully to me baby, you can cum, I’m giving you permision to cum ok? Don’t try and hold it back, relax and cum for me”.

You released a near animalistic scream as he inserted two of his thick fingers into your aching core, even though the vibrator had sat against your clit, all of the tensing and squeezing of your cunt that you'd been doing all day had you tired.

Frank knew it had to be uncomfortable but, he wanted you to finally have that reward that you had desperately been wanting. He didn’t hold back as he quickly curled his fingers, tugging against your soft g-spot, the sensation causing an immediate blinding pleasure. You instantly began squirting with each tug, the juices coating his arm as you shouted in ecstasy, not saying any words now, just a constant shout.

The tingling sensation was there immediately, and he didn’t stop, the overwhelming gushing sound still coating the room as that much-deserved orgasm plowed into you. It was beyond intense, you nearly passed out as your pussy contracted violently, stimulating the rest of your sensitive area.

You weren’t aware of your own actions anymore, eyes rolling, body shaking. You weren’t even remotely conscious as Frank undid the spreader bar, kissing both of your knees before straightening them again.

“Come here, sweetheart”. Again, you weren’t even aware as he picked you up, placing a steady hand under your knees and the other supporting your back, holding you in close as he carried you to the bathroom and into the bathtub.

Frank was quick to remove his own clothes, climbing in behind you and holding you close as he filled up the tub, slowly watching the water rise up to cover your body, helping the aching muscles and sore areas. After a few minutes, you felt aware enough to open your eyes, seeing you were curled up on Frank’s body, head nestled into his neck.

“Frank?” you whispered, throat feeling sore from all the screaming and moaning.

“Hey baby, it’s ok, I’ve got you, you’ve done so well” he encouraged.

“I did?” you responded in a small voice.

“Yeah sweetheart, so so well. Just close your eyes alright, we’re going to relax in here for a bit and then I'm going to take you home, how does that sound?”

You smiled, cuddling in closer, “I’d love that, thank you.”

[eddiiiieeee]

A little death 1

summary: Rock n Roll was at its peak, and so was Guns n Roses. However, the most popular band had lost their drummer, and what’s a rock band without their drummer? So when a new girl steps in to fill the gap in their band, slash doesn’t take too kindly to her. She’s wild, untamed, free spirited, an addict, and yet, she was free. Everyone loved her. The world loved her. And yet, Slash couldn’t. He hated her. Plain and simple, because it was easier to hate her, than to love her.

warnings: this will contain mentions of sexual themes and adult themes. if any of those things trigger you, please hope off now :) ....

Axls eyes fluttered open, noticing the chair closest to y/n was empty, Slash’s chair was empty. the redheads gaze moved onto the bathroom door, slightly closed but not fully, light coming but from the bottom of the door. Axl got up and took a glance at y/n, still laying practically lifeless with no color in her face. not makeup, no wine colored lips, nor her pink highlighter. He rubbed his eyes as he walked off to the bathroom, slowly pushing the door open as he looked inside, his best friend was on the floor shaking while he clutched something close to his chest. Axl didn’t say much or anything for that matter and sat down next to him.

he rubbed his knees and he kept his gaze straight. Slash gulped putting his forehead against his knees. Axl took a deep breath, licking his lips before going to speak up.

….

1 MONTH PRIOR

"fucking bitch." Slash muttered under his breath as he took a sip of his water, leaning against a wall as he watched y/n sat on a couch with a bunch of other people around her, all sharing lines. Izzy was next to her as he took a line after her. “hey handsome” A brunette said as she moved her hand along Slash’s shoulders and arms before moving in-front of him, slash took a glance at her before looking over at y/n again, soon enough the girl in-front of him pulled him into a kiss, which he couldn’t resist melting into it.

it took a while before the two pulled away, Slash’s gaze averting to where y/n was sat, to find a empty spot. “i-uh, i gotta go” Slash said patting the lady’s arm before rushing off looking for her, walking into a couple rooms to find some couples fucking, Duff and some groupies, some more people doing lines but no y/n before he heard a voice say “man, get off my dick” followed by a giggle, Slash turned around to check the voice out and found y/n on the floor while a guy was standing infront of her with a bag of what looked like to be powdered heroine.

y/n looked over at Slash and smiled “aye! Sau- oops, Slash!” she giggled, as Slash quickly bent down to help her up “okay, let’s get you back to the hotel” He said concern lacing his voice, this was a routine to Slash at this point, he came to parties to look after y/n. “hey man, come on! we were gonna go do something!” the guy said moving over to grab onto y/n’s arm “hey, fucking touch her again and i’ll fuck you up.” Slash said loudly, y/n’s eyes widened as she giggled once again.

Slash quickly moved y/n’s arm around his shoulder to help her walk out, he walked out the party, helping y/n sit down on the sidewalk before calling over a taxi. once one stopped, Slash, helped her back up and helped her get in the back, getting in next to her as he told the driver where they were headed. he rested back before licking his lips, looking over at her. “did he do anything to you?” Saul said as y/n shook her head “nope, but i sure missed out on some good shit” she chuckled laying her head on his shoulder

“think you can stay awake?” Slash asked, hearing her hum but knowing she was going to do the exact opposite, he rested his palm on her leg, moving his thumb in a circle. it didn’t take long for them to arrive, he paid the driver before nudging y/n awake “come on, need you to walk with me sweets, kay?” he mumbled to her, moving some hair out of her face, as he wrapped her arm around his shoulder just like before, walking them inside the lobby as he moved over to the elevator. “you’ve got a lot of hair, y’ know that?” she giggled as Saul chuckled “yea i know sweets. come on” He said walking them inside the elevator and pressing the floor of their rooms

“oh no!” y/n said scaring Saul as he looked over at her worried “what?” “we forgot Izzy! oh and Axl, and duff too!” y/n said looking at Saul, causing him to laugh “sweetheart, we didn’t forget them, they’ll be here soon. how much did you drink?” he smiled looking down at her as he smiled, noticing y/n’s mascara leaving little marks near the top of her cheeks “hold still” he said moving his thumb to wipe his the stains off, before the elevator ping let him know they’d reached, he helped y/n carefully to her room, her giggles filling the hallway “you’ve got your keycard right?” Saul said, realizing he should get copies of her card

“mhm, right here” y/n said pointing at the pocket that held her wallet, Saul dug his hand into her pocket, pulling out the red leather wallet and taking the card out, putting it against the scanner and pushing the door open as he helped her in and set her down on the bed. putting her wallet on the table under the tv. taking his leather jacket off revealing his rolling stones shirt that he had worn after the concert “take your jacket off for me sweets.” Saul knew y/n never remembered most the night after she got high and drunk, so the sweetness wasn’t remembered after all.

Saul drugged through her toiletries and found the makeup wipes she always had, taking a wipe out before wiping her face clean of any makeup, helping her into the bathroom as he then helped her do the skincare routine he had remembered knowing the band would never hear the end of how she forgot to do it. Once she was done, Saul rushed to get the clothes she slept in, which were a shirt and plaid pj pants. he handed them to her as he waited outside for her, She handed him her old clothes which he put in the laundry bag for house cleaning to take care of. He finally had her in the bed, tucked in and out like a light.

he looked at the clock and realized it was 3 in the morning, knowing she had time before their next flight “hey, im leaving this right for ya, okay?” Saul whispered to her moving some hair again out of her face as he put the trash can next to her along with her painkillers and water “night love” he whispered kissing her forehead before grabbing his jacket and leaving the room, closing the door behind him as he leant up against it, digging his face into his hands

“how long are you gonna keep taking care of her before you two realize you love each other?” Saul heard, looking up to see his red headed friend “ ‘m not in love with her” “you sure? because you could’ve left her to do whatever is what she was gonna do with that guy, and every other night, would’ve left her to come home with Duff and Izzy real late, to sleep in her makeup and heals and leather pants.” Axl said looking at his friend as he licked his lips

“Saul-“ “there’s nothing going on. got it rose?” Slash said, looking at him before walking over to his room which was three feet away from y/n’s unlocking the door “night” he mumbled before walking in and slamming the door shut

…

“you okay?” Axl asked as Slash looked at him shrugging “if she is i am.”

[finalgirlfae]

bourbon, shawn hunter

requested: yes

warnings: smut, degradation, sub!shawn, slight edging, praise kink, slight degradation, name calling, unprotected sex, small breeding thing, drinking etc

since apparently i have to specify, this is about ADULT shawn hunter in his COLLEGE years. alas, the long awaited sub!shawn smut :)

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

you sat on a bar stool at some club near campus, a short glass of bourbon whiskey filled halfway next to you. smokey air and jazz music filled the space of the club, bodies in the dance floor seeming to have a fun time. there were so many attractive people on that dance floor, but your eyes only fell on one brunette boy.

shawn hunter. what an absolute slut he boy was. a slut that you wanted.

you watched him dance in a white shirt, leather jacket and denim jeans. a slutty little gold chain hung around his neck and a bottle of beer in his hand as a girl grinded on him.

you had been watching shawn for a few months in campus, waiting for him to get out of his relationship so you could have his chance and it seemed he was because of how he danced with the blonde on the floor. his hand was placed on her waist, grinding slowly into her ass which made you grip the cup you held. that should be you dancing on shawn hunter.

you downed the rest of the bourbon and glossed your lips before pushing off the bar stool and walking over to him. as soon as you tapped shawn’s shoulder he turned around, putting a hand on your waist and pulling you closer to him as he nodded to the music.

he looked down at your through hooded eyes and a smirk on his lips that made your skin tingle.

god, he was hot.

“hi y/n.” shawn spoke over the music, but not too loud. he used his other hand to trail down your back, swaying to the accents of the song that played.

“hi shawn. where’s your girlfriend?” you asked, just to make sure you weren’t about to homewreck anything.

shawn smiled at you. “what girlfriend?”

you smiled back and began to play with his hair, looking at how the boy closed his eyes in relaxation at your touch. his body engaged with every motion you made.

“do you wanna go get some food or something after this?” he spoke, trying to make small talk.

“we could do that,” you shrugged, pushing his head down so your lips grazed his ear. “or we could go back to mine and i can sit on that pretty face of yours.”

shawn pulled back to give you a smile he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your neck before taking your hand and pulling you out of the club. he had never been spoken to like that and it got excited him. your words were rushing straight to his cock.

as you stepped outside a taxi was immediately hailed down and as soon as you and shawn sat in the back, you were at him. your lips trailed teasing bites along his neck before you pressed your against his. shawn kissed back in a hungry manner, whining when he lost contact of your lips because they went back to his neck.

“be a good boy, hunter.” you said softly so only you two could hear. you undid his pants with ease as a hand slipped in. you felt him tense under your touch and smiled against his neck. “be a good boy for me and shut up.”

he nodded and sucked in a breath when you began to palm him through his boxers, unconsciously moving his hips up to your touch. he was needy with it, grinding into your hand as he bit his lip to hold back moans.

“so needy.” you smiled against his neck. you continued rubbing him, listening to all the little gasp that fell out of his mouth. the taxi driver in the front was oblivious to all that was happening.

“fuck.” shawn stuttered out. he bucked his hips up to your hand. you pulled your hand off of him and smiled when he whined for you again.

“what did i say? hm?” you pressed a kiss to his lips. “quiet, okay?” he nodded an the taxi pulled up to your house. shawn was no more than a lost poppy nipping at your heels, following you to the living room. you both kicked off your shoes quickly, shawn throwing his jacket on the floor as you made your way to the bedroom. when the door shut and you looked at him there was only one thing on your mind.

slut. him. out.

“on the bed. now.” you spoke in a demanding tone. shawn listened and sat on the bed, waiting for further instruction.

you smiled when shawn grabbed your hand, tugging you forward and pulling you on to his lap with a grin. you two began to make out again, this time with your legs wrapped around his waist and his shirt inching off.

“tell me what you want.” shawn muttered against your lips while you tugged off his shirt to expose his bare chest.

“i wanna fuck you.” you ran hands over his chest causing the boy to shiver. “i wanna taste you, wanna make you scream, beg, cry. wanna make you my slut.”

shawn’s jaw slowly fell slack as his pupils dilated for the fifth time that evening. he swear he almost came on himself when he heard the pure filth.

“wanna be a good boy and let me?” you asked, moving a hand to hold his jaw and lift it up, shawn nodded slowly and you moved off his lap, pushing him back further on to the bed.

shawn laid down and you immediately moved to unbuckle his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers and smiling at how he sprung up quickly. his face blushed at how quickly you undressed him.

your pointer finger dragged painfully slow over his slit making him twitch as you played with the pre cum. you pulled your finger back, laughing at the way it dripped before tasting it.

the eye contact was kept as you slowly leaned your head down, licking from the base to the tip. shawn’s eyes fluttered closed as your warm mouth took him in and you gently began to suck.

you moved your head up and down his cock, being determined to fit it all even if it hurt a little. it’s what you wanted and what he deserved.

shawn let out a nasty moan as he hit the back of your throat, his eyes opened and he looked down at you, mouth falling agape when you pulled off and sucked roughly at the tip.

“jesus fuck..” he moaned. you pulled off, stroking him at a gentle pace and beginning to play with his balls. this was meant with a string of whimpers and curses. you stuck your tongue out, moving your lips back to the head and and deep throating him again while playing with his balls. you made sure everything got equal attention.

shawn was too caught up in his own pleasure, not giving you any warning as he came down your throat. you swallowed then pulled off, wrapping a hand around his cock and jerking it again. “i said you could cum?”

“no, ‘m sorry.” he spoke softly, whimpering at the overstimulation of his cock being played with. the goal was to make him cum. over and over and over.. and over.

“it’s okay baby.” you used a free hand to fix his hair. “but you gotta make it up to me. you know how you can do that?”

“hm, how?”

“lay down again.”

he listened and laid down again. you turned around, getting into the 69 position and and gasping at how quick shawn was to grip your hips. he pulled you back to his face, sticking his tongue out and dragging it along your pussy. you were already soaking wet, so it was easy for him to slip a finger inside you as he began to eat you out.

you were almost too caught up in the moment that you nearly forgot your goal. you stroked him again, sucking the tip and going down to the base. your actions only seemed to motivate him more. shawn grabbed your hips and brought you closer to his face as he sucked your clit roughly. soft shines escaped the both of you. it was need, messy, nasty and you two loved it.

“fuck keep doing that.” you moaned as you pulled off, jerking him in your hand. shawn listened and continued to tongue fuck your pussy, lapping up everything you gave him.

your orgasm was beginning to build up as you tried to help him reach his. you moaned his name as you came on his gave, shuddering at the way he flicked his tongue on your clit endlessly. he was greedy, keeping his hands on your waist tightly and continuing to eat you after the fact.

you decided two can play at that game, stroking him at a much quicker pace and paying extra attention to the slit. shawn moaned into your pussy, cuming on your hand. you turned around to face him, still on top.

his eyes were all glossy and you couldn’t blame him. he has came twice already. didn’t mean he couldn’t do a third.

shawn seemed to already know what you wanted to do with him because he spread his thighs, giving you an open opportunity to mount him properly. you smirked, placing a hand on his chest to support yourself before reaching behind you and grabbing it.

“such a good boy, letting me do whatever i want.” his breath seemed to hitch at your words.

you played with it, dragging him up and down your slit before sinking down on his cock with a nasty moan.

“you feel so good.” shawn moaned, letting out a slow whimper as you began to rotate your hips on him. he was nestled deep in your pussy, bottomed out as his tip brushed against your g spot.

everything fit so perfectly and the feeling of the slight stretch you had to do made your skin tingle. he filled you up so good.

shawn looked up at you as he played with your boobs, taking the left nipple into his mouth and beginning to suck gently on it while rolling the right between his thumb, pointer and middle fingers.

“so good. such a good boy for me. such a good little slut.” you spoke in that soft, sultry tone that made him insane. he let go of your boobs, moving his mouth to kiss the sweet spot on your neck. his hands gripped your ass and he leaned back to be in a position of more power. this way he could fuck up into your pussy, matching all your paces.

“fuck that feels so good.” shawn whined as you squeezed him dick. he pulled away from your neck, leaning back on one hand and using the other to hold your waist.

“hm? you like that?” you asked in a teasing and rhetorical tone.

shawn nodded, fucking into you faster and chasing another release.

“words.”

“yes- yes. feels so good. you fuck me so good.” he whined, closing his eyes and shuddering when you ran nails over his chest.

the fact he came twice before didn’t help, everything was so sensitive and he felt a woozy, like he would pass out from the pleasure.

you noticed the look on his face and gently grabbed his chin. “you ok shawn? need to cum?”

he nodded. “yes please.”

your heart fluttered. how could you say no when he asked so nicely and looked so cute.

you moved your hips faster, that familiar not building up inside you. shawn felt that same thing, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he came deep inside you.

you both took a second to catch your breath before you got off of him. shawn whined again at the loss of contact making you giggle.

“you’re so needy.” you smiled, pecking his lips before kissing his nose.

“for you.”

you both moved under the covers, cuddling in the dark room.

“i’ve never been treated like that..” shawn trailed off. his head was laid on your boobs as your hand played in his hair. he was in sub state.

“like what? a slut?”

he laughed. “yeah. i liked it. thank you.”

you smiled and pet his hair. “anytime hunter, anytime.”

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hope u liked this, tumblr made it a real pain in the ass to write :)

[landhoesnorris]

Sharing is Caring - Lando Norris and Pierre Gasly

Pairing: Lando Norris x Pierre Gasly x Reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Sex, Threesome, Oral (m receiving), Anal

A/N: This is set after the Miami GP where Pierre and Lando crashed together, and then proceeded to go out clubbing together.

“Just go over and talk to him, he’ll apologise tell you it was a mistake, then we can continue our night without you huffing and sending death glares at him every two seconds.” You told your boyfriend, who was less than pleased to have found himself in the same club as the man who had caused him to crash in the race only a few hours earlier. “I don’t see why I should be the one to have to go up to him.” Lando huffed once again, making you roll your eyes. “Because you’re the one who’s ruining my night by being childish, now just go.” “I’m only doing this for you, I hope you know that.” Lando rolled his eyes before grabbing his drink and standing up from your booth to walk over to where Pierre was standing at the bar.

From where you were sitting you had a clear view off the two drivers who luckily seemed to have cleared the air quickly and were now laughing between themselves. It didn’t take long for the pair to be headed back to your table with a tray full of shots. “My apology gift to him for the race, you need to take them with us.” Pierre said loudly so to be heard above the loud music of the club. Lando slid back into the booth beside you whilst Pierre sat across from you both. “Alright, cheers to you both hopefully scoring well in the next race and no more crashes.” You all raises your shot glasses in the air in a cheers before swallowing the liquid down in one, pulling faces as you did. “Why the fuck did you buy so many mate? We’re gonna be fucked.” Lando said after he’d recovered from the first shot he’d taken. Pierre just laughed as he picked up another shot “To being fucked.” His words though in response to Lando’s seemed laced with a different type of desire, especially paired with the look he gave the couple in front of him as he bit on his lip whilst waiting for them to pick up their next shot too.

Flirty. That’s the type of drunks all three of you were. Wether it was the way you all leaned in to each other when you would laugh, the way most of your words had a double meaning, the glances that lasted too long or the way that when you all made it up to the dance floor you left little space between the three of you, sure you could blame the busy club but the hand resting on Lando’s hip showed that the boys were becoming less and less shy with one another.

You had stayed at the club until just before closing time before all piling into a taxi to take the short trip back to the hotel you were staying at. “Want to come back to our room for some more drinks? Don’t want the night to be over?” Pierre happily accepted the offer that your boyfriend had proposed.  You couldn’t help but smirk at the two boys giddy behaviour, you didn’t know if either of them noticed it, but, they were flirting. Wether it be the glances that they shared or the way they sexualised every word they said to one another, and you personally were all for it.

As you got to your hotel room you went over to the mini fridge pulling out a bottle of champagne, as the boys got comfortable on the bed. They both sat with their back to the headboard, but with enough space between them that if anyone else had of been in the room watching they’d think nothing of it. “Are we celebrating something?” Pierre asked a smirk on his lips, as he saw you holding the bottle of champagne. “Just my two favourite boys getting along. Don’t you think that deserves celebrating?” You walked over to the bed before getting on your knees on the mattress and crawling over to give Lando a kiss. Before it got too heated you pulled back from him, returning to the end of the bed. “You know I just realised I’ve kissed both of you but you guys haven’t kissed.” You giggled as the words left your mouth, looking between the boys who were glancing over at one another. “She makes a good point mate.” Pierre said as he moved closer to Lando on the bed, his hand coming to rest on the other boys thigh, his eyes darting between Landos lips and eyes searching for the green light to kiss him. Lando didn’t give Pierre a chance though before he was practically throwing himself at him. Their kiss was needy, as though all the pent up frustration from the race earlier was always going to lead to this. Both of their tongues were fighting for dominance neither wanting to give in to the other. You just smirked at the pair of them watching from your spot on the bed as the continued their passionate make out.

From your place on the bed you could see just what an effect Pierre was having on Lando. “You’re making him hard just by kissing him Pierre.” You crawled up your boyfriends body to palm him through his tightening jeans causing him to moan into Pierre’s mouth. You took Pierre’s hand that had been on Lando’s thigh leading it up to feel for himself the reaction the Brit was having to him. As he gave him a squeeze, Pierre couldn’t ignore the fact that he himself was also getting harder in his own jeans. “Want to see it Pierre? It’s pretty impressive.” Pierre pulled back from Lando nodding his head eagerly. “Uh uh Pierre, he doesn’t like it when you don’t use your words, got to tell him what you want.” Pierre had never been one to not be in control when it came to sex and he wasn’t about to change that now. “Gonna be a good boy and strip for us?” Pierre cooed at Lando, who gulped at being told what to do, like Pierre, he had always been the one in control, he however quite liked this change in role, especially if he knew he would be rewarded for being good.

As Lando stood from the bed Pierre shifted to grab you so you were now laid with your head against his chest, both of you getting a good view of the show that was about to be put on. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle at the situation that you had somehow found yourself in, you and Pierre drinking champagne straight from the bottle as your boyfriend was about to strip for you both. Before he started, Lando went over to his phone putting on the classic stripper song “Pony”, you were in for a real show. As the song started Lando slowly removed his shirt making a show of waving it in the air and chucking it at the pair on the bed. Next he removed his jeans, which he did a lot less gracefully, almost falling over in the process. Once he’d recovered his balance he crawled over to you on the bed taking the champagne bottle from your hands before proceeding back to his standing position. He took a sip from the bottle before lifting it from his mouth and pouring the remainder of the contents down his body allowing it to flow down his torso, and making his abs glisten. He knelt back into the bed grabbing a hand from both you and Pierre running them down the same trail that the champagne took, hooking your hands onto his now wet boxers, before getting you both to pull them down and free his member.

Much to your surprise, your hand wasn’t the first to make its move, before you even had a chance Pierre already had his own wrapped around Lando’s dick. “Put on such a good show for us, deserve to be rewarded, tell me what you want.” Pierre said breathily while his hand stroked up and down slowly. You could feel his hard on which had grown considerably in size during Lando’s show digging into your back and you knew it must have been painful for him to still have it trapped in his jeans. “Not fair you get to play with mine and I don’t even get to see yours, want you to get yours out too.” Pierre did as asked making true on his promise to reward the other boy with what he wanted. Stripping down to nothing, but his cross necklace falling perfectly agains his chest. A light “Fuck.” left Lando’s mouth as he took in the view that was in front of him.  The two boys once again moved closer together to capture each other’s lips in a passionate kiss and a fight for dominance, tongues battling each other instantly. As their make out was becoming more intense their hands began to search one another’s bodies. You couldn’t help but get turned on at the sight. Removing your dress and panties you ran your hand down your body before bringing your fingers to rub circles against your clit. A small moan left your lips, but it was loud enough to alert both boys, who instantly pulled back from one another to face you. “Did either of us give you permission to play with yourself?” Lando asked you in a stern voice. “Don’t be mad at her.” Pierre said softly, trailing his hand up and down Lando’s chest. “It’s not her fault she’s got two sexy men with their cocks out right in front of her, got her so wet, bet she wants to suck them. Do you want that, want to suck our cocks?” You nodded your head feverishly in response to Pierre’s suggestion. “Use your words baby, tell us how badly you want them.” Lando said in a now softer tone, one hand coming down to grab his penis while the other came to stroke your cheek. “Want them both in my mouth, want to taste your cum, bet it would make the best cocktail.” You gently sucked his thumb into your mouth giving the boys a show of what was to come.

Lando pulled his thumb out with a pop and you were quick to replace it with his penis, placing a kiss to the tip before slowly kissing down his full length and back up to take him into your mouth. You started slow wanting to give Pierre a show but Lando had other ideas thrusting his hips so the tip would repeatedly hit the back of your throat, your hands working what couldn’t fit. Before he reached his release he pulled out causing you to look up at him with a pout. “Think you forgot you’ve got two dicks to play with, poor Pierre’s missing out on how good that mouth is, need to show him baby.” You nodded eagerly in obedience, before turning slightly to your left to where Pierre was already waiting for you. He was already oozing pre cum, which you were quick to make a show off licking away, before spitting it back out over his penis. You took as much of him into your mouth as you could before pulling back and repeating your movements. The boys were both definitely favoured when it came to size, whilst Lando was thicker Pierre was slightly longer. It didn’t take long for Pierre to almost reach his release and as Lando noticed this he pulled you off him. Pierre let out a groan as you looked up at Lando questioningly, annoyed that once again he’d stopped you just before the good bit. “Got to finish us together baby, thought you wanted a cocktail?” You bit your lip as you repositioned yourself between the two of them, your hands coming up to work both of them in unison. It didn’t take long until both of them were reaching their release, as you noticed you placed both of them into your mouths taking just the tips so you could taste them both. After a few more strokes they both came together, loud moans and profanities spilling from both of their mouths, as yours was filled and some dripping down your chin. Just as you were about to swallow Lando stopped you pulling you up and into a passionate kiss, wanting to taste the mix of himself and Pierre from his tongue. He pulled back looking at Pierre. “You not wanting a taste mate? Trust me it’s the best thing I’ve tasted all night.” Pierre didn’t need any further instructions before pulling both yourself and Lando into a kiss which was a mess of tongues and cum.

You breathlessly pulled back from the kiss, glancing down you noticed they were both hard again. “Gonna let me fuck her?” Pierre asked Lando as his eyes raked over your body. Lando scoffed at Pierre’s suggestion “Not a chance mate, that pussy’s mine only. You can watch though.” With that Lando pushed you down so your back hit the bed before climbing on top of you. “Fuck, you look so good, been so good, deserve to be rewarded.” He was kissing down your body as he spoke. Spreading your legs so he could get a good view. “So wet already, Pierre come take a look.” Pierre did as he was told, kneeling next to Lando staring down at your dripping core. Lando grabbed Pierre’s face before telling him to spit. You watched as both boys took turns adding their spit to your juices, moans escaping your lips as they did so. “Need you in me Lan.” Lando didn’t keep you waiting long grabbing his member and running it through your folds a couple times before thrusting in. Lando was setting a ruthless rhythm, one that you swear would leave you covered in bruises come morning.

“If I can’t fuck her can I at least fuck you?” Pierre had shifted on the bed so he was settled behind Lando, he brought his hands to run down Lando’s back, stopping just at his tail bone. Lando and you had played around with toys but he’d never once actually had another man enter him. Lando’s breath turned heavy at Pierre’s suggestion and more so when he felt Pierre’s spit land on his hole and his thumb come to rub circles around it. His body had come to a complete halt and he’d stilled inside you. Pierre leaned over, pressing the entirety of his body against Lando, allowing him to feel the hardness of Pierre extremely close to where Pierre was desperate to put it inside him. “Tell me what you want, need you to tell me.” Pierre had one hand slowly running up and down the length of his penis moving the tip so it would rub over Lando’s hole softly while he awaited an answer. “Fuuuuuck.” Lando could hardly find the words to speak. “Want it. Want you. So bad. Need to stretch me out first. Won’t fit.” Pierre brought his thumb up to his mouth, circling his tongue around it making sure it was wet enough to not cause friction around Lando’s hole. Once he was satisfied he brought his thumb back down, circling his hole a couple times before easing his way in. Lando was right Pierre would need to stretch him out before the boy would accept his penis, the vice like grip that he had his thumb in proved just that. “Fuck you’re so tight, been saving this hole for me baby?” Lando cried out as Pierre began to slowly thrust his thumb in and out, his whole body convulsing in pleasure. He’d almost forgotten about the fact he was inside you until he heard you moan. You couldn’t help but be even more turned on at the knowledge that Pierre was turning your boyfriend into a needy mess. Pierre dragged his thumb out of the boy before replacing it with his penis. Slowly he pushed in a little at a time allowing the other man to adjust to the size before moving again. “Pierre! It’s not gonna fit, you’re going to break me.” Pierre couldn’t help but chuckle at Lando’s words, pushing in further to him. Once Pierre got as much of him in as he thought the Brit could take he pulled back out before thrusting back in, setting a pace that was causing Lando to yell out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Pierre’s quickening pace caused the boy below him to regain his movement and he began thrusting into you once again, although most of the movement probably was just a chain reaction to Pierre’s thrusts. The room quickly filled with a mixture of moans, cries and screams. You were all nearing your releases, your grip around Lando tightening as you brought your hand down to rub circles on your clit. Pierre was quick to push your hand out of the way, replacing it with his own.

Lando was the first to reach his release, crying out with tears falling down his cheeks. His whole body was shaking, which spurred on your orgasm, with Pierre’s fingers still on you and Lando just having filled you with his load it was only a matter of seconds before you came too. Pierre was last to reach his release, having held himself off, in all honesty he was ready to explode the second he entered the other boy but had managed to stop himself as to prolong the pleasure of the other two. Once he was satisfied that everyone else was satisfied, he pulled out of Lando, causing another cry to escape Lando’s lips at the emptiness he now felt, he pumped himself a couple of times before finishing all over the Brit’s back.

Pierre collapsed down beside the couple who were still attached to one another, Lando being too burnt out to remove himself and you being quite content with him staying in you. “Fuck that was…” He couldn’t find the words to describe what just happened “I should probably go” Pierre had noticed that Lando had already fallen asleep lying peacefully on top of you as you ran your fingers through his hair. You just responded by pulling him into a soft yet deep kiss before pulling back. “Let’s do this again sometime.” And with that Pierre got up from the bed before finding his clothes and leaving you and Lando to sleep.

[lonelycowgirls]

Staying Afloat aka yachtie!harry

Here we go... part one of Scarlett's story!

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Intimidating moustaches and pretty boys...

Scarlett

"Buongiorno, signora."

"Buongiorno." I handed the man with a very intimidating moustache, sitting behind the immigration inspection desk, my passport. My new bright orange floral leather sleeve sat in the crevice between his thumb and forefinger as he fingered through the pages to find the photograph page. I smiled genuinely at him before looking back to my phone to check the text that told me where I would be meeting my taxi driver. Normally the broker would arrange for the drivers to meet me with a sign in the airport arrival area, but this time it looked like I would have to meet them outside the airport in the taxi rank. Not that I minded, I just enjoyed the usual more - it made me feel famous.

"Business or pleasure, signora?"

"Business," I responded, tossing my hair over to the other side and hoisting my carry-on bag further onto my shoulder. "I'm working on a super-yacht."

The man nodded once, looking completely unimpressed, before stamping my passport and passing it back to me, waving me through to baggage claim. I smiled again at him, ignoring the fact that he looked past me with a blank stare. I got it, his job looked incredibly tedious. Having to deal with people like me; ignorant people who didn't speak the language and, worse still, refused to learn, entering his country every day. That's us Brits for you.

I wandered to the baggage claim area in pursuit of my bag. Before the upcoming season, I'd just completed a winter season sailing in Australia. My phone buzzed with the familiar 'Welcome to Italy' message from Vodafone. It buzzed again with a text from my mum.

Mum: Hope you're alright, hun. Text me when you land. Dad's still upset that you aren't coming home. Have fun. Mum x

My dad never got it, my ambition to travel. Probably never would. He hadn't been out of the country since he and Mum had split up when I was seventeen. He was happy with summers spent in Skegness and Blackpool. As soon as I found yachting I was on the first bus to Cornwall, where the training took place. My nanna had been an air hostess, so I like to think travelling is in my blood. She was brave and bold and was the first person to defend me at family gatherings for my life choices. I kept an album of her photos from her travelling days under my bed at home and kept a small Polaroid of us together in my purse. It helped when I was second-guessing myself in my job or if I was having a wobble about life. It was all the motivation I needed to keep going.

Walking through the bustling airport, I checked the screens above each luggage belt for the correct one. Amsterdam... Paris... London... Sydney. As I approached the Sydney belt, I pulled my headphones out of my bag to continue listening to the podcast I'd had on during the flight. I was in the middle of being lectured on why we were all wrong about Anna Nicole Smith by a pair of millennials - who were most likely barely birthed when she was actually alive - before the plane began to land.

The belt moved around and around for almost half an hour before any bags actually made their way out to its impatiently awaiting audience. I watched as a little boy ran to jump onto a giant black suitcase that was bulging at the sides, his dad rushed to pick both the boy and the suitcase up off the belt before they both found themselves winding back out to the mysterious place where the bags were handled. No one ever really questions where they come from or who handles them, they simply just appear. The boy's mum was in the middle of breastfeeding a very young baby but wasn't deterred from chastising the boy loud enough for me to hear over my headphones.

I watched a young lad from a group of tatted-up blokes, who I assumed were on a stag do, help an elderly man hoist his very large leopard print suitcase off the belt once he'd seen he was struggling. I then watched the elderly man wheel the case and its matching carry-on over to another elderly man who grabbed his hand to guide them both towards the arrivals exit.

I spotted my Gucci (T.K Maxx Special) monogrammed suitcase as it came steadily around the corner and stepped to pick it up, dragging it to land heavily on the shiny marble floor, being careful to not drop it on my sandalled feet. Then I just had to wait for my dad's old navy-blue duffle to wind its way through.

Walking out from the arrivals exit, the heat hit me straight in the face, but with a pleasantry that only came from the Italian Riviera. I sighed happily and slid my Dior sunglasses over my eyes. They were a gift from my last boyfriend, but for that price, there was no way they'd be going to the tip like the rest of his stuff.

Before looking for my taxi, I stepped to the side to toss my curls into a high bun. There was no way I'd make it through a hot taxi ride with probably no air conditioning with my thick black locks hanging around my neck and face. Once I was satisfied with the look after a quick check in a nearby parked car window, I lit a cigarette and checked my phone again for the licence plate number of the taxi I'd be taking to the dock.

Glancing around, my eyes landed on a sleek black Tesla. My eyebrows raised, sliding the glasses down my nose, I double-checked its plate number with my phone once more. If this luxury travel was anything to go by, this charter season, I was in for a treat.

"Grazie mille." I said as the kind man, who I learned was named Tullio, tried to carefully remove my heavy bag from the boot of the car. "It's okay you can just drop it." He smiled and wiped his brow and began to wheel it up the dock. I rushed to stump out my second cigarette on the top of the nearest bin, then trotted to catch up with him, attempting to take the handle from him. "Oh, please, um, per favore, I can take it from here." He waved me off and gestured for me to lead on. I blew a few stray curls from my forehead, smiled tight-lipped at him and stepped to start making my way up the dock.

Mega-yacht after mega-yacht passed by as I searched for the one I'd been hired on, Andiamo. I felt the awkwardness creep up my spine at the thought of meeting the crew and captain alongside Tullio. I didn't want them to think I was one of those stewardesses. I already knew that I'd give that impression with my choice of designer bag - even if it was a knock-off. I didn't need a small, sweaty Italian man in a too-tight suit trailing behind me with it to make that worse.

"Ah, here we are, grazie, Tullio." I smiled widely, stopping outside a random boat. He looked at me, one bushy brow raised in question, then shook his head and continued up the dock. My face fell and I followed him sheepishly. He must have thought I was barmy.

As we approached the end of the dock, I spotted a tall man, arms folded, looking sharp in a uniform. He was standing at the stern of a boat that the closer we approached became clear to be named, Andiamo. I couldn't see how many stripes were on his uniform but my guess was that he was the captain. The rattling of my suitcase along the creaky wooden boards of the dock grabbed his attention and he opened his arms wide, laughing sharply before clapping his hands twice.

"Ciao, bella!" The man on the boat exclaimed loudly in a very American twang, making poor Tullio jump slightly and mutter incoherently in Italian. The dock was so quiet otherwise. I smiled and brought one hand to shield my eyes and the other up to wave at him. He jogged around the side of the huge ship, practically skipped down the passerelle and hopped onto the dock as we met in the middle. "Welcome, Scarlett!" He yelled, even though we were barely two steps apart. Americans.

"Ciao, you must be-"

"Captain Bobby, a pleasure to meet you." He held a hand out for me to shake, which I did with gusto - always eager to make a good first impression and wanting to match his energy. He turned to Tullio who stood beside me. "Signore, grazie, I'll take it from here." Bobby nodded, but Tullio didn't move. "Oh, right." Bobby jumped into action, patting the pockets of his trousers in search of his wallet. Pulling it from the back of his very tight white trousers, he plucked out a note and handed it to Tullio who saluted us both and meandered back up the dock. Bobby sighed awkwardly while putting his wallet back, but he recovered quickly. "Alright, let's get you on board." He clapped his hands again, rubbing them together before hoisting my suitcase onto his shoulder with surprising ease. My eyes wandered to the bulging muscle of his upper arms in his smart white shirt and epaulettes, but only for a second before I shook it off and followed him up the passerelle, kicking off my shoes in the process.

"She's a beauty, Captain." I said, glancing around the gorgeous boat before me.

"Yeah, we've got ourselves a looker, that's for sure!" He shouted again, leading me into the bridge.

"So, Scarlett-" He said, placing my suitcase onto the pristine burgundy carpet and rolling it to sit in the corner.

"Oh, please, call me Lettie. It's what all my other boats called me." I corrected with a shrug and a smile. He nodded.

"Alright, Lettie. I've obviously read over your resume many times, but please, tell me a bit about yourself." He leaned back against the arm of the big leather captain's chair and folded his arms across his chest. He smiled and I noticed how kind his eyes were, with the way they crinkled at the corners. He was a pretty young captain from my experience, I hoped that that fact would bode well.

"Well, I'm 27 years old, I'm from Liverpool originally but I've been travelling and yachting since I was 19. I've just come from a season in Oz which was a 74-footer, and I-"

"ROBERT?!" I jolted slightly at the loud interruption that sounded like it came from the dock. I whipped around whilst the captain clapped his hands again and laughed as he squeezed my shoulder, darting out of the door. I frowned as I watched him leave and moved to look at what all the fuss was about.

"Hey hey! Harold! You're looking fresh, my man!" I leaned against the small entryway to the bridge to watch the captain jog to meet a long-haired man at the end of the passerelle. The man had round black sunglasses on, a patterned shirt that was undone to just past his chest, and loose brown shorts. He'd brought half his wardrobe if his baggage was anything to go by. I counted four black duffle bags that were bursting at the seams resting on the dock. It's a good job Tullio only had to pick me up from the airport...

"You're telling me?! Get in here you handsome bastard." The two men hugged closely, clapping their hands on each other's backs. I rolled my eyes at the bro fest and stepped back into the bridge to wander down the stairs and through to the interior of the boat. It was beautiful; varnished wooden surfaces, a luxurious curved sofa as a centrepiece, all leading to wall-to-wall double glass doors that led out to a stunning view from the aft deck, and loads of vast space. I ran my finger along a windowsill and lifted it to see a coat of dust. Sure, it was stunning, but it was fucking filthy. I sighed and looked out the window, I imagined who I would be working with and hoped that they were ready to put in some hard work because I wanted to make good money this season. I heard the low timbre of male voices approaching again and turned to see them coming down the winding stairs, still chatting and catching up.

"Ah, there she is! Harry, this is Scarlett- oh sorry, I mean Lettie. Our chief stewardess for the season." I smiled at the men and stepped to extend my hand to shake.

"Great to meet you, Scarlett. I'm the bosun." He said, smiling around a deep British accent. As he took my palm in his, I noticed how rough his hands were, the classic sign of a deckie.

"You too, Harry. You're quite young for a bosun, eh?" He shrugged and smirked.

"Maybe I'm not as young as you think."

"Harry's been my first mate for three years now, we were on another boat though. I trust you guys will work well together to figure out everything on Andiamo." I nodded dutifully and hoped that Harry wouldn't be what I suspected he'd be from first impressions. But something deep inside me secretly hoped that he would. I supposed that only time would tell.

We walked further into the interior and on down to the crew mess. The captain led the way through to explain where the crew quarters were. I was surprised by how big the space for the crew was, my previous boat had had tiny living quarters. "So, Lettie you'll have two stews under you, a girl and a guy, if I remember correctly." I nodded. "And you've actually got the same under you, H."

"Nothing new there then," Harry smirked to the captain, who rolled his eyes playfully.

"I don't wanna know, man." Captain Bobby put his hands up in surrender and wandered back out to the mess. Harry glanced back at me and I quirked a brow in his direction, before moving past him to check where the uniforms had been stored.

Just as I started sifting through the laundry room and placing uniforms into piles for everyone, I heard the captain yelling again above. The crew mess was normally very soundproof, due to all the debauchery that usually took place there - he was really that loud. I guessed that more crew were arriving.

"Hey, Harry what size t-shirt are you?" I called out to him.

"Depends, is it Fruit of the Loom?"

"Um, no. They're unbranded." I looked at the label on the neck of the bright teal-coloured shirt in my hand. I walked back out to the mess to see him sprawled out on the bench seat, munching on an apple. He'd put his shoulder-length hair into a bun that didn't look much different to my own. "They're soft though. This one's a large? What do you think?" He jumped up from where he sat in the mess and bared his chest, holding the apple in his teeth. I scoffed a laugh and held up the shirt to his chest, he nodded with a smirk, his dimples poking through each side of the apple.

"This'll do, Scar." He took the shirt from me and put it over his shoulder as he took another bite of his apple, moving past me to go into his room. My move to return to the laundry room was halted by a girl coming down the stairs.

"Hi! I'm Marnie!" The girl exclaimed, her blonde hair whipping to catch up with how quickly she'd bounded down the stairs. She pulled on the straps of her enormous backpack to readjust it on her tiny shoulders.

"Oh, hi Marnie, I'm Scarlett. But you can call me Lettie." I smiled and shook her hand and tried not to be blinded by her perfect white teeth, bared in a bright smile. "I'm the chief stew."

"Great! I'm a deckie." She explained, her strong Australian accent caused a ripple of warmth through my veins. I already missed Oz. Hearing footsteps, I turned back to see Harry jogging through the narrow corridor towards us.

"Is that a deckie, I hear?" He said, still chomping on his half-eaten apple. "Hey, I'm Harry, bosun" Marnie didn't miss a beat, opening her arms up to signal a hug, which caused Harry to hesitate slightly before accepting.

"I'm so excited for this season! Is anyone else here yet?"

"Just us and Cap so far."

"Oh, pick of the rooms then!" Marnie winked, if her speech was written down, every sentence would be finished off with an exclamation mark. I loved her already. I led her to the bedroom next to Harry's, which she'd be sharing with the engineer, who, I was pleased to see, was also female.

I continued sorting through the laundry, placing fresh uniform packs onto each of the free beds. Each pack had a pair of white shirts with epaulettes, corresponding to each role, a pair of teal polo shirts, and a pair of shorts or a skort, depending on the person. Then I started unpacking in my room.

I was in the middle of organising my knickers and bras neatly into a drawer when I heard a crash. Rushing out into the hallway I was met with Harry's confused face across from me. We looked at each other for a second before he tilted his head for me to lead the way towards the crew mess.

I gasped, "Oh, Christ, are you okay?" I reached to help the girl that was trying to lift herself up off her enormous, metallic silver, hardshell suitcase that was lying flat on the polished wooden floor.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I'm so embarrassed."

"Did you fall down all those stairs?" I asked, Harry moved the suitcase to sit back on its four wheels, rolling it to the side of the crew mess table. The girl nodded, rubbing her elbow.

"Why didn't you get Cap to carry your suitcase down here for you? Or he could've radioed me." Harry leaned against the table, folding his arms across his chest. I took her arm in my hands and turned it inspect the possible damage.

"Wanted to do it myself." The girl said in a smaller voice. She was so petite, but I could see the lines of muscles in her bare arms, she probably could have done it herself if the stairs weren't so narrow. "I'm fine, honestly. I'll just go to my room." She shrugged her arm out of my grasp and moved towards her case. I frowned in her direction and caught Harry's eye as she moved down the hallway, he smirked, confirming that we'd both had the same thought. She was a stew.

"Um, hey, I can let you know which room you're in, what's your name?"

"Molly," she sighed in an accent I could tell hailed from either New York or Boston. "I'm second stew, I think." She stopped and glanced to look at me expectantly.

"Oh, yes. I'm Scarlett, but you can call me Lettie. I'm chief stew." I smiled slightly, I felt like I was treading on eggshells around this girl. "You're in with me," I said, beckoning her towards our room. "I hope you don't mind the top bunk, I just prefer to be on the ground." I laughed lightly. Molly smiled tight-lipped at me and lifted her suitcase up onto the top bunk with minimal effort. I knew it.

We continued to unpack in silence, I hoped that this frost that had come to rest upon the beginnings of our relationship was temporarily caused by her unwanted trip down the stairs. I'd just finished making my bed when I heard another voice, this time deep and masculine, I counted my lucky stars as I left the room.

"Hi!" It was my turn to say everything with an exclamation mark. The man jumped as I rushed towards him. He had dark shades on and just a large backpack slung over one shoulder. His megawatt smile made my belly flip - he was fucking gorgeous. "Sorry, I'm Scarlett, I'm the chief stew." Stepping forward, I collected myself and held a hand for him to shake. His bulging muscle flexed as he shook it, before lifting his shades to sit on his head and slinging his backpack to the floor.

"So nice to meet you Scarlett, I'm Jesse. I'm a steward." I quirked my brow at him, but inwardly rolled my eyes at myself for assuming that he would be a deckie.

"Nice to meet you, too! Looking forward to working with you this season. Let me show you where you'll be staying." I led Jesse to where he'd be staying with the male deckhand and left him to settle in and unpack.

I looked at my Apple Watch and decided to take a smoke break before heading up to start organising the boat. I let both of my stews know to be ready to help within the hour and headed up to the aft deck.

The sun was just beginning to set over the line where the sky met the steady waves of the sea. I sat on the teak and slid my legs through the bars to dangle over the edge of the boat. Taking a cigarette out of the personalised case my Grandma had given me and lit one. I sighed the smoke out and swung my legs back and forth in front of me, leaning an arm back to rest on. I thought about quitting every time I left a boat - smoking that is. But every time I boarded a new one all I could think about was having a ciggy out on the deck. It was just too easy, the culture was smoking and, to be honest, I'd find myself desperate for one after a hard day on charter.

I took another deep drag and brought my gaze to the crystal-clear water below me. I watched two bright blue fish swim in circular patterns, one of them chasing the other. I smiled softly, leaning my chin on my arm on the metal rail. The warm breeze blew through my curls and made me feel content for a few moments.

"Hey, mind if I knick one of those?" I jumped slightly at the interference of my peace but recognised Harry's low timbre. I turned to face him, his figure stood in the golden sunshine, making him look rather yummy. I nodded and passed him my case and lighter. He flicked it open as he swung his legs through the bars to sit beside me. Lighting up, he looked closer at the metal case, turning it in his hand. He ran his thumb across the raised imagery and wording. "Is this supposed to be you?"

I laughed, blowing another puff of smoke through my lips and nostrils. "What do you think?"

"I think if it's an accurate portrayal, I can't wait to see you in a bikini." I laughed again, taking the case back and looking at it myself. On the front, there was an illustration of an extremely voluptuous woman, naked apart from the flames engulfing her intimate parts. Her head was tilted back, eyes hooded and mouth agape sensually. But her flowing dark curls were where our similarities ended, I could assure him that much.

Yeah, nana wasn't your average grandma.

"I bet. Shame I only brought one-pieces, then, isn't it?" I said, side-eyeing him as I blew more fumes from my lips. I moved to put the case to my side on the teak.

"Ah, I'm sure I've got something you can borrow." He rebuffed casually, looking out to the sunset before us. I side-eyed him harder.

"You've brought bikinis?" I questioned, running my tongue along my the edges of my top teeth in curiosity, a slight lift in the corner of my mouth.

"One or two may have ended up in my suitcase, comes with the territory." I scoffed and rolled my eyes playfully at his cocky wink in my direction. He was one of those guys who had a permanent smirk on his lips. I always got on with guys like that, at least at first. I was never one to take to people who took life too seriously. They usually ended up taking the joke a step too far though.

I decided to chance it and give him a once over as he looked out to sea. His hair was still pulled back in a hair tie, with wispy baby hairs dancing in the warm breeze. Green eyes, squinting in the sunlight but still glittering in the reflection of the ocean beneath us. He had a prominent nose with large nostrils, but it only served to enhance his distinctive face. He interrupted gruffly, a slight cough directed into a fist brought to his mouth. "You should know that. Been in the industry for an age, haven't you."

I glanced back outwards, lining up the tip of my cigarette between my two fingers with the edge of where the sky met the sea. "Certainly feels that way," I mumbled slightly, closing one eye as the scorched tip continued to sizzle away. "Yachting years are like dog years. My body would definitely agree." I decided not to question how he knew the length of time I'd been yachting, it wasn't uncommon for staff to read each other's files before a season, especially the bosun.

"Your body definitely speaks for itself." Harry side-eyed me again, taking a long pull from his cigarette over smirking lips. He was going hard, but I couldn't afford to let my imagination run too wild. He was the bosun and as the chief stew, we needed to have a strong relationship onboard. Which meant avoiding a catastrophic relationship off-board. Although, I let my mind wander to all the ways I could make him feel catastrophic.

Shaking my head and ridding myself of the thoughts, I stubbed my cigarette out in the crystal ashtray I'd found behind the bar in the main salon and moved to stand.

"Alright, pretty boy," I said, before leaning down to speak into his ear, hands squeezing his broad shoulders. "I think it's time we did some work, yeah?" With that, I left him with a parting tap, but I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away. Looking into my reflection before the double glass doors began to slide open, the suspicion was confirmed with a glance at him behind me.

This was going to be one hell of a season.

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmans day 7: stormy reunion

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @deepperplexity, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @cassieuncaged

warnings: swearing

I groaned as the rain started pouring down. I had thought the weather in Los Angeles was bad but New York weather was worse. I had been caught without an umbrella and trying to catch a taxi was like trying to catch smoke in a bottle. Traffic slowed down as the rain started to pick up. Just as I got a taxi to pull over, someone else went to grab the door handle.

“hey!” I cried while I turned to look at the person. My eyes went wide and I gasped. “Hans?” I breathed out. The man standing next to me blinked at me as he slowly nodded. “Oh my god. I thought…”

“Not here. Please.” He whispered. I nodded and watched as he opened the car door. “Get in. We can talk when we get to your apartment.” I nodded again and got in. Hans slid in next to me and closed the door. I watched in shock as he gave the driver my address and we pulled back into traffic.

“Hans.” I breathed out, reaching out for his hand. Hans smiled at me as he turned his hand over, intertwining our fingers. We sat quietly, thoughts running rampant in my head. The more I thought about it the more pissed off I got at him. He left me after nakatomi. He made me think he had died. And then took the money and ran! My emotions started to brew just like the storm outside the cab. I didn’t let go of Hans’ hand through it all, scared that if I let go it would all prove to be a dream or a figment of my imagination. When we pulled up to my apartment, Hans paid the driver and helped me out. My gaze had turned stony and I tried not to look at Hans even as he walked by my side, fingers still interlocked.

“(Y/N).” He started when we had entered my apartment. I dropped his hand and turned on him.

“don’t.” I growled. “Don’t do that. You left me. You took the money and went god knows where. You fucking left me hans! I didn’t know where to go or what to do because every contingency plan hinged on you being there to put it in motion.” I pointed my finger at him and ground my teeth. The pain in my jaw brought me back. “I thought you had died you bastard.” Hans held his hands up. I could see the tick in his jaw that meant he was thinking how to gain control of the situation again. And then in a second everything dropped. His gaze. His face. His hands.

“I did.” He admitted. “I didn’t want to. I was supposed to be able to get out of there quickly and find you. Take you away.” Hans took a step towards me. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t…” he sighed and shook his head. “I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t supposed to…that wasn’t…” he squeezed his eyes shut and slowly lowered himself to his knees. “I didn’t plan on it. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.” Hans looked up at me. He put his hands together and pressed them against his chest.

“how am I supposed to believe that?” I asked, my temper abating slightly as I stared at him. “From the man who planned everything out. Down to our…” Hans chuckled and shook his head.

“I know. I’m sorry.” He admitted. “I didn’t think there was going to be someone running around the building.” We stared at each other for a few minutes before hans stood slowly. “I understand. If you want me to leave. If you never want to see me again. But I needed you to know…” he smiled at me and his expression turned sad. “I didn’t do it on purpose. If I had any say in it, I would have made my way back to you long before today. I love you and I never wanted to hurt you.” I stared at him as he slowly advanced towards me.

“That doesn’t change the fact it took you so long to do it Hans.” I hugged myself as he stopped in front of me. He nodded.

“I know. And I’m incredibly sorry for that.” He said softly, trying to catch my eye. “The police kept looking for me when I disappeared from the hospital. I finally got them off my tail. My brother landed yesterday. He’s a bigger fish to fry than me. I can move about as I please now. And I’m here to stay.” Hans reached out and rubbed my arm.

“Simon is here?” I asked. Hans nodded. “They’re going to have a field day with him.” He laughed and nodded again.

“Am I forgiven?” He asked. I have him a small smile.

“maybe. Maybe not.” I shrugged. Hans laughed and leaned down to kiss me.

“given your amount of snark I’d say I am.” He said just before his lips made contact with mine.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Hey Olivia !! I hope you’re having a wonderful day ! I I was wondering if I can request a fic !! Bucky celebrating your birthday with friends . Maybe husband/dad Bucky or best friend (to lover) Bucky ! Whatever you feel like ! Sending you love Ollie xoxo

Don't Wanna Miss A Thing || Bucky Barnes

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, unprotected sex, fluff WC: 1.8k

Bucky Masterlist

You woke to a soft kiss on your forehead and watched Bucky’s silhouette flutter into focus as your eyes adjusted to the predawn light. Your eyes closed once again with a sleepy smile and you rolled off his pillow to give him space to join you.

“I missed you.” You murmured, feeling the bed dip as he climbed in and pulled you into his arms.

“I missed you too beautiful,” Bucky said with a yawn. “Sorry, it’s been a long few days.”

You knew that meant he hadn’t had a wink of sleep since he left your bed and so you snuggled closer to rest your head on his chest. “You’re home babe, you can sleep now.”

"Not a chance, doll. I'm not missing a minute more of your birthday."

His fingertips drew lazy circles across your skin as you both watched the sun break the horizon and flood the room in its warm glow. All too soon you heard the creak of the floorboards in the hall and Bucky’s smile grew wider at the sound alone before he grabbed the blankets and pulled them over his head. 

A head of brown hair and pair of blue eyes peeked through the doorway, the excited smile quickly drooping when your son didn’t immediately spot his dad. He looked at the teddy in his hand, a superhero Build-a-Bear that had an embroidered vibranium arm - just what Bucky had promised he would get while he was away. 

“What’s wrong JJ?” You asked as you nudged Bucky to stay quiet.

“I thought…daddy was home.” JJ hiccuped as he started to get emotional and hugged the teddy. “I miss him.”

The sheet fell away and JJ screamed with excitement as he climbed up the bed and scrambled across. 

“I missed you too buddy.” Bucky soothed as he pulled his son into his arms before reaching for you to join. “So, so much.”

“If you really missed us that much you wouldn’t go away again.” JJ pouted, his blue eyes shimmering with tears.

Bucky ruffled the dark brown hair atop James Jr’s head and placed a soft kiss on the mess. “I have to go away sometimes but I will always come back.”

“There’s a lot of people out there that need daddy’s help, sweetheart. It makes it his responsibility to try, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t miss us terribly when he’s away.” You explained. “He still makes it home for all the important things, the unmissable things. Did you know he was on a mission the day you were born?”

“No.” The young man sat up straighter with eagerness to hear the tale. 

“He sprinted the entire length of the city trying to make it in time to see you arrive.” You laughed remembering the day like it was only yesterday. You had been so worried he wouldn’t make it but then he crashed through the doors and into the delivery room where you were holding back the urge to push. “And he made it, just like he promised.”

“I promised I would never miss a birthday and do you know whose birthday it is today?” Bucky asked JJ as he pointed to you. “It’s mommy’s! So you need to give her a super big hug before we all get dressed and go out for breakfast.”

“It’s not a birthday without birthday waffles.” JJ giggled as he wrapped his little arounds around your neck. “Happy birthday mom.”

“Thank you again for looking after him, Morgan. If you have any trouble just call me or Bucky or your mom, or call out to EDITH.”

“Relax Mrs Barnes, JJ is a great kid. We will be fine playing the new VR game I made, totally immersive, he won’t even realise you guys are gone.” She grinned as she continued unpacking the electronics she had brought with her, so much like her father was except more responsible thanks to Pepper’s genes.

“Come on, doll. Taxi is here.” Bucky called from the doorway. “Morgan’s got this.” 

“Ok, ok.” You sighed and retreated to the honking cab driver, waving once again to JJ before he got too distracted by the new toys she had brought him. “See you in the morning, be good for Morgie, I love you.”

“Love you too mom,” he said as the last of his focus was lost and he grabbed the headset and controller that had emerged from Morgan’s bag.

“Do you remember when he used to cry for us not to go?” you asked as you slipped into the taxi while Bucky held the door open for you. “Where did that little boy go?”

“He grew up and became independent.” Bucky chuckled and sat beside you, slipping his hand into yours. “Maybe that means it’s time for another.”

“Oh god,” you laughed. “Can you imagine going back to sleepless nights, changing diapers, teething? You really do have a short memory my love.”

Bucky cringed as you pointed out the struggles of a newborn. “Must have been that knock to the head I took.”

“We are not conceiving from a concussion, no thank you,” you teased as you brushed your fingers through his hair, feeling a slight bump at the back. “It must have been hard, it still hasn’t fully healed.”

“It’s that damn shield.” Bucky sighed, rubbing the spot. “Some asshole threw me right into it as Sam launched it. You know, for someone who doesn’t have an ounce of serum he’s bloody strong.”

“Poor Sam.” You frowned before laughing at Bucky’s incredulous face.

“Poor Sam?” he repeated. “I got hit.”

“I just mean, Sam would be feeling so guilty," you said as you kissed Bucky’s cheek. “Did that make your boo boo better?”

He turned to catch your next kiss on his lips, humming in satisfaction. “Much better.”

“$25.40,” the cabby shouted through the perspex divider as he came to a stop and you jumped apart at the sudden noise.

Bucky shoved $30 through the slot and got out to open your door while you fought the urge to tell the man to use his inside voice. All words were lost as Bucky took your hand and pulled you into the bustling street and across to the restaurant that was full of all your closest friends. 

“Oh, Bucky, how?” you asked as you waved to friends you hadn’t seen in years, the path of parenthood and life married to a superhero taking you away from them. Seeing them brought back all the memories and when they rushed to embrace you it was a relief to know that time distance couldn’t change the friendship. 

“Where can I find a man like that?” your friend sighed as she watched Bucky continue to greet the other guests. “You are so damn lucky.”

“Don’t I know it.” You chuckled, looping your arm through theirs and aiming for the bar to catch up on everything you had missed. 

You were well on your way to being tipsy when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and you leant back into him, inhaling deeply as he cologne filled your senses. 

“Having fun, doll?” he asked quietly in your ear, his breath hot against your neck. 

“I am,” you said as you turned in his arms and gave him an appreciative kiss, giving your thanks with your lips. “I can’t wait to get home and show you just how much I appreciate the hard work you put into this.”

His eyes darkened beneath the string lights that were hung around the bar and he pulled your hips to his while his lips caressed the sensitive spot at the hollow of your throat. “You had to tell me this now, didn’t you. Torturing me with your tempting body and teasing promises. It’s a good thing I love you.”

You jumped as he nipped your throat and he chuckled at the squeak you produced before stepping away. “Go, have fun.”

“Where are you going?” you asked as he turned you back to your friends. 

He jutted his thumb over his shoulder towards the bathrooms and whispered in your ear. “Bad case of blue balls because of a certain little minx.”

 “Do you need a hand?” you offered, biting your lip at the growl that rumbled from his chest.

“You will be the death of me, Mrs Barnes,” he said with a shake of his head and a small smile as he wove through the crowd to the bathrooms. You were still watching him when he looked over his shoulder at the door and sent a wink across the room.

Your friends had stopped talking and you realised one of them had asked a question. “Sorry, I’ll be back shortly. I think I left my phone in the bathroom.”

They giggled knowingly as you skirted the room and slipped through the darkened doorway. A hand clamped over your mouth as you were pulled into the cleaning closet on the other side and Bucky shut the door behind him. 

“I thought you might follow,” he chuckled in your ear, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

“I’ll follow you anywhere,” you promised as you unbuckled his belt, his hands working to shimmy your dress over your hips. 

Your movements were rushed with the need to feel him inside you so there was no hesitation when he hooked your legs around his hips and buried himself to the hilt with you braced against the door. You prayed the music of the club drowned out your moans as he stretched and filled you with a furious pace that left your head spinning.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” Bucky moaned in your ear. “Been wanting to fill you up all day, doll. Feel how hard you make me.”

You couldn’t articulate a response as he pounded into you, your orgasm quickly approaching with every long, hard thrust. Your fingers clutched at his dress shirt, wrinkling the material as you desperately grabbed anything you could for purchase.

“Shhhh,” he chuckled as your cries crescendoed and he silenced you with a deep kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth as he his cock dominated your cunt.

“Oh god, Bucky, I’m so close,” you panted breathlessly, the wave of your orgasm cresting and breaking over you, leaving you trembling in his arms.

“Fuck,” he groaned, shuddering against you as he found his own release.

“We should get back,” you murmured as he gently lowered you to the floor on shaky legs.

“In a minute, doll.” Bucky straightened your dress and pulled his own pants up before wrapping you back into his arms. “I’m not ready to share you with everyone again just yet.”

[hi18364]

Viv x reader

February 14th Valentine's Day me and Viv have been together for 2 year's we met in 2019 at the World Cup she was playing for her home country the Netherlands

she was in a relationship at the time we didn't stay in contact but we did speak when we played against each other in 2022 January transfer window i transferred from angel city to arsenal

we got close in the little time we new each other we developed feelings and 7 months later we where together  December 15th she ruptured her acl I was there for her 

the January transfer window arsenal sent me out on loan to Barcelona it's nice and all but we don't  get to see each other that much we talk all the time it's now 2024 and she has a game against London city lionesses she isn't in the starting 11 but she is a sub we have called and she sent me roses a card and my favourite hoodie ( one of hers) I got her flowers a blanket this thing she really wanted and a cup that said goat on the side as a joke

I've told her I can't be there because I have late training but I lied because I want to surprise her I've had help from a few of her team mates to pull this off

It's 2 pm and I need to be at el parat de liobeegat aeropuerto ( I don't know if that is how you spell it I hope that it is if it's not tell me and I will change it )  at 2:30 pm  Lucy is dropping me off at the airport so I don't have to leave my car there

2:10 pm

My phone pings it's a message from Lucy

Bronze

Hey I'm out side

Y/n

K give me a minute and I will be down

I throw the bag over my shoulder and lock the door rushing down the stairs and to the street I see Lucy parked out in front of my apartment building i open the door and sit next to her the air port is only about 10 minutes away I know I'm pushing it with the time and all but let's hope I catch my flight to France

Time skip to getting off the plane ( because I don't know what to write for that )

I walk off the plane and get out the building it's fucking cold I get in the nearest taxi and ask him to take me to the train station it's about 20 minutes away from the airport I get out thank the taxi driver then sit for the next train which is about 30 minutes out

Time skip the train

It's now 6:12 pm the train was a bit late but it's ok I'm only going to miss the first few minutes of the game I see Jen standing at the exit of the train station we hug then get in the car we get there about 6 minutes after kick off we go to the friends and family section I try to hide so she can't see me

In the 39th minute Cloé Lacasse scores the first goal of the game the In extra time Kim gets a goal 2-0 at half time I talk to some people that are there until the start of the second half

57th minute Cloé Lacasse gets another goal 65th minute Viv Leah get subbed on 74th minute Russo scores a goal the game ends 4-0

At the end the girls sine a few tops get pictures taken the they come over to us Viv see me and jogs over to me she crashes her lips in to mine for a moment then we hug each other tight I'm still a bit shocked that she kissed me in front of people usually she doesn't like to but I guess since we haven't seen each other for 4 months she missed me and I missed her she pulls back form the hug

" you told me you couldn't come because you had training " I bring my hand up to her face and move some of her hair from her Beautiful face I look in to her Bluey Gary eyes " I know I said that but I wanted to surprise you "

She gets called over for a press thing after she was done every she got her stuff and we went to her apartment

Skip to the apartment Viv was making food I was setting up the movie when she was done we eat over food and watched lady and the tramp after the movie was done I went to the bathroom and started a bath I let it fill up i light some candles turn off the light and call viv in we take off our clothes and get In she was behind me and we just sat and talked I look back at her and the only thing I could thing of is " I want to spend the rest of my life with this woman "

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This is my first time posting on this app so hope I’ve done it right if not sorry

Stay safe drink water sleep

[thoughtsaboutsnape]

Doing a little hard drive tidying and going through some of my many hundreds of started and abandoned fics.

Most of it is Mycroft Holmes-related (I switched note-taking apps when I started doing Snape stuff). Who wants to see what's on my hard drive?

Mrs Hudson's Christmas Fancy Dress Party

Mrs Hudson's Christmas fancy dress party was a date to fear and dread. Three days before 'the event', John and Sherlock would find themselves wearing rubber gloves and clutching jay cloths as Mrs Hudson instigated 'operation clean flat'. Then there would be the annual 'de-Sherlocking of the kitchen', followed by the traditional 'almighty consulting detective tantrum'. 

It was always worth the nightmare, Sherlock would go the full hog with some ridiclous costume that would require John's assistance all evening. This year was no different.

"There's no poison in that or anything is there?" John asked nervously, staring at his flatmate who was dressed in a splendidly fuzzy black and yellow costume complete with delicate wings and scarily realistic stinger.

"Don't be ridiculous." Sherlock snorted through his bee mask, "I couldn't get the delivery system to work. It kept dribbling down my leg." He sounded disappointed.

"Well, that's a good thing." John popped his deerstalker onto his head.

Sherlock peered at him. "What is that?" He pulled off his bee mask, "No! John, I forbid---"

"Hello!" A suspiciously Molly sounding cat waved from the doorway. "Oh, you look very good, Sherlock."

"I'm hoping he'll provide honey in the morning."

"John, I'm obviously a bumblebee and bumblebees do not produce honey, in fact---"

"We get it you're a bumblebee, here have a drink." John shoved a beer into Beelock's hand and moved into the living room with Molly.

"I like your Sherlock costume." Molly grinned.

"I wanted to be Batman but this would piss Sherlock off more."

Half an hour later, the party was in full swing. Anderson (in a dinosaur costume) was having a hard time dancing with Sally (nurses costume) but nothing could compare to Sherlock's energetic bee dance (he insisted he was demonstrating the various bee communication methods but it looked more like the twist to John).

In the kitchen, John Steed (Mycroft) was having a lively discussion with James Bond (Lestrade) concerning Emma Peel (Anthea).

---

The first blast rocked the car, causing the driver to lose control and spin uncontrollably into a parked car, flipping it onto its roof. Glass tinkled around Mycroft as he tried to free himself from the seat belt. Something warm dripped into his eyes obscuring his vision. He felt a pair of hands on him, blinking he saw it was Anthea dishevelled and bleeding. She swiftly got his seat belt undone and together they squeezed out the cars broken back window. 

Around them the world was silent but for a distant car alarm. Leaning against the car, Mycroft could see the car blown apart in front of them. A badly damaged taxi was adjacent to the blast. He blinked slowly. 

Anthea put a hand on his sleeve and he knelt beside her, helping their driver out of the car. He seemed to be more shaken than hurt. The three of them stood staring at the devastation around them. Then they heard it, the unmistakable sound of a baby crying. Without a second thought, Anthea and Mycroft raced towards the taxi.

That's when the second bomb went off.

--- (this could be related to the above, but who knows where I was going with this xD)

The beeping in his head got louder. Mycroft frowned against the intrusion. He was comfortable and warm, his brain filled with a pleasant nothing and he didn't want any intrusion in his comfortable little world. A squeezing pain on his ear lobe finally forced him to open his eyes. He blinked, trying to bring the figure leaning over him into focus. 

"Ah, excellent. You're awake." Harry sat back down, hooking one knee over the other. "You know there's a long line of people out there who want to smother you with a pillow."

Mycroft blinked and reached up to remove his mask. "What day is it?"

"Tuesday. You've been out three days." Harry popped a grape into his mouth.

"Is Greg...?"

"He's barely left. Your parents took him home. I sent Anthea home to get some rest but I doubt she will. Oh, and John Watson made your brother go home about an hour ago."

"Sherlock was here?"

"Yes, harassing the nurses. I don't think I've ever seem him quite so agitated." He popped another grape into his mouth. "You really have caused a remarkably amount of bother, perhaps I should add myself to the list."

"I do apologise."

"Yes." Harry selected another grape. "She sends her best wishes and hopes you enjoy the grapes."

Mycroft glanced over the almost empty fruit bowl. "Tell her they were delightful."

---

When Malcolm Tucker first met Mycroft Holmes he took one look at the impeccably tailored three-piece suit, the certain primness, the fucking umbrella and thought "pretentious Oxbridge twat."

---

[yourkimjaejin]

MoJiLe Time Created

Hihi! This post has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I've worked up the courage to post it. This one revolves around how Maknae/Noona time was created. But I'm changing the name to MoJiLe Time because its cuter! Enjoy ~ Author Izzy

Legend: November 2018

Moxy walked into the quiet Dream dorm. She was a woman on a mission. She walked back to the dormroom with one destination in mind. She got distracted by the 2/3rds of Dream maknae line lying on Jisungs bed. It wasn’t normal for the two to sit in silence together. Moxy was obligated to see what's up. 

“Hey boys. You all good?”

Jisung turned his head to the left, meeting Moxy’s eyes, “We’re bored. The hyungs left us behind.” 

“Why don’t you just go out and do something, then?” 

Chenle huffed, “The manager said we were quote unquote too young to go out alone.” 

“Ahh.” Moxy was gonna leave but something kept her in place. She couldn’t just leave them like this. Moxy huffed, her plan would have to wait. 

“Alright put your shoes on and grab a jacket.” 

“What for?” “Why should we?” 

Moxy rolled her eyes, “Well I was gonna volunteer my services so you two can get out of the dorm. But if you’d rather stay here–” Moxy didn’t even have to finish her sentence before the two boys jumped up. Moving faster than ever, Moxy blinked and they were ready ushering her out of the door.

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First stop for the three was Chenle’s house. Right when they left the dorms, Chenle's mom called. After a few moments of rapid fire chinese Chenle turned taxi driver and gave his address. Chenle’s mom had cooked and told her son to invite his members over. What followed was Chenle showing off to others that Jisung and Moxy got his mother's food and the other didn’t. The three members couldn’t stop laughing everytime Haechan called to whine. 

From there, Moxy had a manager drive them to Lotte World. She couldn't stop smiling as she watched the boys run around and act like the kids they were. Sometimes remembering how much all the members gave up to be where they are leaves a heavy feeling that's hard to shake. That feeling fades as she watches Chenle and Jisung pick out animal headbands to wear. Jisung trying to argue against Chenle in favor of the headband with tiger ears (He was losing). Moxy got pulled into the fun too. They played at the playground and even convinced Jisung to go ice skating. 

Before heading back to the dorm, Jisung had their manager take them to a convenience store for ice cream. Their noona told the manager to go home for the night, the boys and her would take the long way home. As the building past them, the trio didn’t run out of thing to talk about. They even got a bit sentimental just as they arrived at their dorm building. Moxy dropped the two boys off at the Dream dorm before heading down to AG’s. 

Jisung’s voice calling out to her made her pause.

“What’s up Jiji?”

Jisung looked shy, which is adorable. “Could we– could we do this again? Tonight was so much fun.” Moxy couldn’t help herself. She ran over to ruffle Jisung’s hair. The younger accept the affection resignedly. 

“Of course we can. We’ll call it MoJiLe time.” With a promise for two weeks later, Moxy took the stairs to her dorm room. She wasn’t even surprised at the body waiting on her bed for her. 

Renjun sat up, “How was your evening?” 

“It was fun. While you and your friends were off gallivanting, I was entertaining the children.” Moxy slipped off her jacket before plopping onto her bed next to Renjun.

“It was for good reason.” Renjun's fingers started tracing random patterns on Moxy's leg

“Did you guys find presents?” Moxy asked. The singer hummed in agreement. “Good. Chenle deserves a big surprise from us for his 17th birthday.”

“Did you buy anything yet? We can go together if you want?” Renjun put an offer out there while walking to the door. It had been a long day dealing with 5 out of 7 members of Dream. 

“Thanks but I’m good. I got him a pair of shoes yesterday.” Moxy met him at the door. 

“Think we’ll get him to cry?” 

“I think we have a better chance at him laughing at us for surprising him. Have a good night.” Moxy watched him walk down the hall. 

“Night.”

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Taglist: @alixnsuperstxr / @1-800-call-ria / @sophrodite / @sunflower-0180

[midnightbabylon]

Till The End Of The Line

summary: Almost 2 years after you split up with your ex-boyfriend Steve, you start a little affair with his best friend Bucky. Just as Bucky wants to confess his feelings for you, Steve comes to him to tell him he never got over you and wants to fight for you. So as not to betray his friend, Bucky breaks up with you to let Steve come first. But was that the right decision?

pairing: Bucky x fem!reader x Steve (ex boyfriend)

word count: 2.8k

warnings: lies, little heartbreak

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“Y/N! Y/N!” How was it possible that through the loud music in the bar, you could still hear your friends. Laughing, you walked into the back of the grill. It was your regular bar where the four of you met every week. In the small niche sat your three best friends: James, Steve and BF/N. You guys were a great party of four. There were never any strange moods or arguments. Not when you and Steve got closer, or even had a relationship for five years. And not even when you broke up with Steve two years ago. Your friendship with each other has somehow become even stronger. “Hey, guys. It’s so good to see you. I’ve had such a shitty day.” James slipped a bit so you could squeeze on the red leather bench. “We already ordered your glass of wine.” Happily you sighed and leaned back. “I’d rather have a bottle, but thank you”. smiling you grabbed the glass with the red liquid and took a big sip of it. “What happened, your boss again?” James turned his head towards you and a short time later you felt his hand on your thigh. A few weeks ago, you and he had an affair. It felt good, right. For the first time in months, you felt really alive when you were with him. The problem was that Steve and BF/N didn’t know about it and that was supposed to stay that way for a while. You didn’t want to hide, just enjoy your togetherness as long as you could. You made rules. But now here in the bar so unashamedly touching you was not part of the plan. However, the heat shot right into your cheeks as his hand continued to stroke your thigh, moving higher and higher. Thank God it was dark in the bar and you were able to put it on the wine. So as not to be more conspicuous, you started to tell… Your evening ended as usual: you all stood outside and said goodbye before everyone got into his taxi. It was never noticeable that Steve and BF/N shared a taxi and you and James. So they didn’t know about your little secret. In the taxi, you finally let go of the tension and pulled the handsome man by his shirt towards you. Your lips bumped into each other and shortly thereafter the taxi was filled with breathless moans. You got out of the taxi with swollen lips, James tipped the driver enough before he took you upstairs as usual.

The alarm clock ripped you out of your wonderful dream. A deep, masculine groan sounded beside you. “Stay here, don’t go to work today.” He grumbled and pulled you closer to his warm chest. You giggled and kissed his forehead. “I don’t have a choice. Unlike you and Steve, I’m normal and I don’t make my money saving the world.” James pulled a pout and finally let you out of bed with a lot of argument. You made it to work just on time. You didn’t need a stand timer from your boss right at 8:00 in the morning. On your lunch break, you happened to run into Steve. “Hey you”. he greeted you with a smile and pulled you into a hug. “What are you doing here?” You sit on a bench near the park fountain and enjoy the sunshine. “Oh, I was in the neighborhood, you know. Helping virgins in need”. You both had to laugh. “Say, can I ask for your advice, it’s about a woman.” Now your ears were particularly sharp. Ever since you broke up, Steve’s private life has rarely come out. “Yeah, what’s up?” He played nervously with his fingers. “It’s been a while, but she was something special. I kind of never got over her. I know she’s still single since we last met. Do you think it helps to ask her out again?” At first an unpleasant feeling had spread in your stomach, but now you were pretty sure he couldn’t talk about you. Nodding, you encouraged him. “But of course. Everyone deserves a second chance.” He thanked you and you despise your rest of your lunch break talking about God and the world.

When James stood outside your door with Chinese food at night, it was the best time of the day. Since the beginning of your techtelmechtel, such a weekly evening had become a tradition. You guys were able to really relax together and didn’t have to worry about anything. However, the conversation with Steve had made you curious. Just as the movie was over, you moved a little away from your lover to get a good look at him. “You, have you and Steve talked about your love life lately?” The beautiful man’s forehead across the street was wrinkled. “No why?” “We met by chance today in the park and he actually came to me to ask for advice about a woman. Unfortunately, he didn’t tell me who she was. Do you have any idea?” James thought about it and finally replied, “He only had a relationship with a waitress named Leyla for a while. At least she’s the last one I know of.” Deep down in Bucky, it gave him a slight stab, why his best buddy didn’t talk to him about it, but to his ex, you.

A few days later, Bucky and Steve trained together for their next mission. The whole time, Bucky’s thoughts were buzzing about Steve and his desire for that date. Between the sets, he couldn’t stand it anymore. “Hey, I heard from Y/N that you want to get back into the dating world.” Steve hesitated and packed the dumbbells back into the corresponding stand. “Why are you talking to Y/N about this and not to me? I thought we were best friends.” Steve scratched his head while Bucky grabbed his water bottle. “First of all, how do you know what Y/N and I were talking about?” Now Bucky had aroused Steven’s suspicion. “Secondly, I’ve been dragging the question around for a while and it was just there. And thirdly, I just wanted to confirm that she’s still single.” Bucky halted and spat the water almost into Steve’s face, but was able to hold back just like that. “What’s that?” asked Bucky, trying to cover up his shock. “Yes.” Steve sat down on one of the sports equipment. “It’s been two years since Y/N broke up with me. She absolutely had the right to, our relationship was at that point. She wasn’t happy anymore. I did some things wrong but…I never got away from her Buck.” Steve sighed and drove his hands over his face and the brunette got sick. But if he said anything right now, he’d be taking advantage of your trust. “I’ve tried, I’m almost desperate…but since she’s single and has explicitly told me that everyone has a second chance. I’m going to ask her to be with me again, what am I going to lose?” Steve wouldn’t lose anything, but Bucky knew what to do. And he knew what he was going to lose.

-A week later- When the ringing of your apartment door finally got you out of your mind, you had to grin wide. Today, you and Bucky were together for almost five months, and you finally wanted to say the L word to him. It felt right. Dinner arrived ten minutes ago, and James usually arrived on time. Not today. He also answered your messages very late today. Enthusiastically, you opened the door for him and invited him in. Since you had waited a long time for proper food you went straight into the kitchen so that you could start your evening immediately. “James come on. Why are you still standing there? Sit down or I’ll have to talk you out of it.” Your voice became seductive and Bucky took a tormented look on his face. “I can’t do this between us anymore.” Confused you look at him and let the Chinese food sink in your hands. The symbolic knife blade sat on your skin, ready to destroy you. “How can you not do that anymore?” Your voice was quieter than I thought. He stroked his chest briefly and cleared his throat. “I know we agreed to keep it a secret until we were comfortable with the idea of telling everyone else…but I don’t want that anymore. I don’t want to be your little secret anymore.” The knife’s blade went deeper into your skin and started to burn. “I don’t understand”. you muttered in dismay. “You’re not embarrassing to me, and above all, you’re not a little disgusting secret to keep. You know that. It was clear from the beginning when we revealed our feelings.” You walked up to him and wanted to put your hand to his cheek, but he held you by the wrist before you could touch him. “James”… Tears began to fill your eyes. “Is this all a joke? Is Sam going to jump out from behind the sofa with a camera and clear me up?” He gently pressed your hand down and shook his head. “It’s not a joke, I’m totally serious. It doesn’t work like that anymore. I’ve made my decision.” Now you had to shake your head in disbelief. “Because a relationship is also based on an individual’s decision.” Slowly but surely, your feelings were thrown into chaos. “This isn’t a relationship Y/N. We fuck.” Like a lump of butter, Bucky rammed the knife deep into your chest. “So that’s it for you? Just fucking? For 4 months…but certainly James.” Your voice defied only so full of distance and pain. He raised his hand. “From now on, please call me just Bucky okay?!.” Now he turned the knife in all directions. You were the only one besides Steve who was allowed to call him by his real first name. It was something special. Your thing. “This can’t be true. Within a few hours you throw everything away?! Earlier you were so happy about our weekly movie night and now you’re throwing our relationship at my feet?! Because of what, Bucky?! Is there another?” By now, tears were running down your cheeks. He breathed out loud. “God no.” He looked up and looked at you. “I don’t love you.” Now he had pulled out the knife and left you to bleed to death. “Get out!” you said quietly. “What do you mean?” he asked, looking almost insecure. “Get out of my apartment! Get out of my life! I never want to see you again!” You spit the last sentence at his feet. The anger already colored your cheeks red “Don’t worry about your things. You know where the door is”. You turned away from him and held back the loud sobbing in your throat. The last thing you had was his dark steps to the door and the closing lock. The wall inside you broke into a thousand pieces and left a bleeding heart. you slid to the ground and remained on the hard ground. Hours later you could only get up. You felt nothing. No pain. No hunger. No thirst. You could just drag yourself into bed before you fell asleep.

You spent the next few days in exactly this position in your bed. You couldn't eat, you couldn't drink, and you didn't feel like taking a shower. You were still wearing the same clothes you had worn that day. By now you must have stunk like hell, but who cared? There was no one here anyway. The next day, your best friend bombarded you with text messages.

BF/N: We absolutely have to go to the grill today. It's BBQ night. Hello? SOS. BF/N: If you don't answer in the next hour, I'll come to your house. You don't answer for days!!!

She made good on the threat. In addition to annoying, constant knocking, she rang up a storm. Annoyed, you yanked open the door. BF/N took one look at you. "What the hell do you look like?" Without asking if she could come in, she entered your apartment. "Oh God did an animal die here?!" she held her fingers under her nose. Then she spotted the live Chinese food. "Y/N what happened?" You were silent for a few minutes, but then the dam broke and you told her everything. "Well, you're finally spilling the beans." Confused, you drew your eyebrows together. "Oh come on Y/N. Everyone's seen the way you look at each other. You're practically undressing each other with looks. And those sneaky touches. They weren't as sneaky as you thought. A best friend sees that kind of thing." Surprised, you shook your head. "Why didn't you say something?" She sat down next to you on the couch. "I don't know if Steve wanted to see it. Because I think he's still mourning you." Now you shook your head vehemently. "No, I just talked to him the other day and he wanted to try again with an old flame." BF/N looked at you. "Does that ring a bell? You're his last Y/N too." "That can't be." To distract you from further thoughts, your best friend dragged you into the shower. Together, you went through your closet. She put makeup on you and did your hair before you were ready for a night out. The barbecue was well stocked as usual. Bo, the bartender greeted you and as you ordered drinks he said James and Steve were also somewhere in the crowd. You girls went to your alcove and ordered a barbecue platter. After you had eaten, Steve suddenly came around the corner. "Hey girls!" Smiling, you greeted each other one by one, and Steve looked at you urgently afterwards. "Can I talk to you outside for a second?" You and BF/N exchanged a look before following Steve out the door. From a distance, James watched the whole spectacle and he looked down as he felt a telltale tug in his heart. "Steve, what are you doing?" The night was starting to get chilly, so you crossed your arms in front of your chest. "Y/N I'll be honest with you. I..there was no one else. I was going to ask in a roundabout way if you were sigle and maybe still chasing our relationship the same way I was. Now that I know that, I want to ask you for a second chance. I never stopped loving you and-." "Stop." Steve took a step back as if you'd slapped him in the face. "What makes you think I'm single?!"

"Steve we've been broken up for over two years. I've had closure with you for a long time and you should too." The metal door opened and the man you loved stepped out. Your eyes met and you had to inhale heavily. "I don't love you anymore Steve…and in fact, I've lost my heart to someone else for almost five months now." Saying the words out loud hurt but at the same time it was a very freeing feeling. James mouth dropped open and he visibly swallowed. Steve looked back and forth between you and his best friend and he understood. "I was afraid to say it out loud because I didn't want to explain my feelings to my friends. I feel free, carefree, and happier than I have in a long time." Steve nodded gently. "He deserved you. You deserve each other. Now I understand your reaction too, and maybe I just didn't want closure and misunderstood little niceties. I'm so sorry." Steve walked up to you and squeezed your hand. He then turned to Bucky, "And you. How stupid can you be and break up with her when she's the best thing that could have happened to you. Because of me? Don't ever do something like that again. That was stupid, so stupid Buck." The brunette nodded and looked down at his shoes. "We're like brothers Steve, you don't do something like I did to a brother." Steve pulled him into a long hug. "You can't choose love Buck. Love is unpredictable. The two of us, till the end of the line." His ice blue eyes searched your gaze. Glassy eyed, you stared up at him. "Do the right thing." Whispered Steve before disappearing back into the grill. "Y/N I-." "I love you." The words left your mouth faster than you could think. Jaime's facial muscles twitched. "I was a coward to think it would be better to let you go. Because Steve's right. You're the best thing that could have happened to me, and I've loved you since the first second I saw you Y/N." A tear escaped from your eye and you jumped into his arms. Your lips met heatedly and all the emotions of the past few days clashed. "I want to hear it again. "he murmured against your lips. "I love you Bucky." "What was that?" Laughing you leaned your forehead against his. "I love you James."

[alikaheroes]

The Ride (NSFW)

Request: Hello lovely, can I request a Eddie Brock  smut, where Eddie and reader and some friends are out exploring the night life when it's time to go home, Eddie's bike gives up and the other guys can't find a cab that late so we're all stuffed into one car so we have to adjust and ladies have to sit on laps and it's all funn, music's loud, jokes. And then the reader feels Eddie's erection underneath her. P.S Eddie always had hots for the reader but never told her... 

Take it from there <3

Warnings: NSFW Smut below cut, 18+ readers only, please

The flashing lights and pounding music echoed through the walls of the club as you were standing in the parking lot. Your friend, Eddie Brock hopped on his bike and tried to start it, but nothing was happening. In the meantime, the guys tried to call a taxi but with it being a Saturday night in San Francisco, the wait would be far too long.

"Man, I really don't want to call an Uber. They're gonna be like $200 tonight or some crap." Jason huffed. Eddie shrugged.

"I gotta call someone to tow my bike so I can get it fixed tomorrow. Besides, an Uber might be fun with all of us. We're already riled up so it can add more to this already crazy ass night!"

"Yeah!!"  you chimed in, pressing down your skirt. "I just wanna get home and change and have some bath bombs!"

"Ooooh, nakey time, huh?" Eddie joked. You flipped him off, smirking, and the others all laughed.

"Please!" Sarah, one of the other friends added in. "It's pure Heaven to take a bath bomb!"

"Well while you’re all yapping about bath bombs, our ride is here! It's not that expensive, but we all gotta squeeze in. Ladies, sit on the guys' laps!" Jason cried out, right as the silver Toyota pulled up. There were 3 guys and 3 girls. The guys crammed inside as the girls sat on top of random guys.

Eddie, however, began to feel his heart race. You were sitting on top of him, and while he always loved to joke around with you, unknown to you at the time, he always had the hots for you. He felt you were gorgeous, funny, smart, and just a great friend. You met at work a few years ago where you were an intern then became a full fledged staff writer. He admired how smart you were and how you were always able to match his wit.

Soon the car began rolling.

"Ah you fellas out clubbing I see?" the Uber driver asked. "How about some of this?"

He turned on the radio and began playing some dance music. Loud. It suddenly became a party in the back seat. The girls...well, began wiggling their asses and the guys started dancing along as well.

"Oooh it's getting hot in herrrre" Jason sang to the tune of Nelly's song, completely off beat with the EDM music the driver was playing.

"You're so crazy, Jason!" Sarah, who was sitting on his lap, said, as she tried to make up her own lyrics to go with the EDM. Jokes were flying everywhere but Eddie was having a hard time concentrating.

You were sitting on him and you weren't just wiggling your ass--it felt like you were grinding into him. And Eddie was getting incredibly turned on by it. He felt himself getting hard and tried to move a bit away from you, but you kept grinding even harder. You knew what was going on. Suddenly, Eddie's heart almost stopped when he felt you reach down and grab him through his pants.

By now he had a full erection and you looked over at Eddie. He tried to look away but he couldn't resist feeling your stare.

"I'm sooo sorry, I got excited and---"

You cut him off, smiling.

"Oh, I can tell!" you just smiled at him, continuing to grind into him. Eddie was confused as to what you were doing.

"All right, take care!"

His thoughts were interrupted when the Uber driver pulled up at the apartment. Everyone got out the car and left, Eddie and you being the last ones to leave.

You lived on the same floor and quietly walked into the building. The others said their goodbyes and went into the elevator, but Eddie didn't even process what was happening with them. Their elevator left just as another one opened. You walked into it and he followed behind.

The minute the doors closed, you grabbed Eddie's head and pulled him in for a kiss. Eddie couldn't believe what was happening. It became passionate incredibly fast, your tongues dancing as if you'd been lovers for years. Suddenly, Eddie pulled away.

"Y/N....?" he whispered.

The bell of the elevator rang as you came to your floor and the doors opened.

"Come on!" you smiled, motioning your finger for him to follow you.

"To...?" Eddie asked.

"My place. I need to take care of that raging boner I gave you!"

Eddie couldn't believe what he was hearing but he'd be insane to say no.

You two nearly ran down the hall to the door. You fumbled with your keys as Eddie walked behind you, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his head into your neck.

"Oooh, I like this!" you smiled, right as you got the proper key and unlocked the door. You both walked in and you pulled away from Eddie, turning around. You both stared at each other.

"Soo..." Eddie began.

"That was an impressive boner." you began. You looked at his crotch and saw he still had one.

"I mean....that was hot what you were doing to me..in the car..."

You got closer to him.

"You got hard too quick for it to be from just some random grinding..." you began.

Eddie shrugged.

"I don't wanna ruin this friendship but...I maybe...sorta...always...kinda...had a....crush on you..." he smiled, flashing that boyish grin that would make anyone melt.

You smiled back at him, putting you arms over his shoulder and wrapping them around his neck.

"Well...you're a handsome man, yourself. I would be insane to not want to take care of...." you reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants.

"...this..." you looked up at him and smiled.

"Oh baby, yessss..." Eddie began and leaned in, giving you a passionate kiss. You rubbed him through his pants when you separated.

"Do you wanna...?" Eddie asked.

"Hell. Yes!" you replied, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You began kissing again, as Eddie carried you, walking you to the bedroom.

He laid you down on the bed and yanked his shirt off, revealing his beautiful body; incredible muscles, beautiful tattoos, and huge arms. You gasped at the sight before you. You kicked your shoes off and yanked off your top, wearing only your bra and skirt.

Eddie crawled on top of you, kissing you softly.

"Oh I needed this..." he murmured softly.  He moved his body down and slowly pulled your skirt off. He then removed your panties to reveal your beautiful pussy. He leaned down and kissed your inner thigh, before slowly moving up. You wiggled as you felt his hot breath on your pussy.

"I can't believe how wet you are!" Eddie said. You giggled and pushed his head back down between your thighs. You moaned as you felt him licking your clit. You arched your back and moaned louder, loving the way he was able to work with his tongue. This caused him to lick faster.

"Oh God..Oh, Eddie...Oh yesssss!"

You came hard. Eddie popped his head up and wiped his chin. That was such a turn on. You sat up, removed your bra, then slid off the bed down to your knees.

"I need to return the favor...." you smiled. He immediately got out of his pants and remaining clothes and stood before you beautifully naked. You reached out and stroked his cock. It was beautiful. Trimmed. Not too big or too small. Thick. You actually wondered how it was going to fit inside of you. But in the meantime, you licked along the shaft, hearing Eddie moan softly.

"Baby, you're already doing so good..." he groaned. You looked up and smiled at him.

"I'm just getting started..."

You took his cock entirely in your mouth, gently bobbing your head up and down. Eddie softly stroked your hair as he sighed with each movement. You cupped his balls and moaned, sending vibrating sensations down his shaft. Eddie rubbed your back. You pulled your mouth off of his cock a bit and pressed your lips against the tip, spreading saliva all around it as you licked around it. You put the length back deep in your mouth and Eddie began to thrust into your mouth.

His breathing became more rapid as he gasped out, "I'm gonna cum!"

You suddenly tasted the hot salty cum as it shot deep in your mouth and down your throat, as you swallowed it. You stood up and leaned in to kiss him. He then gently pushed you down on the bed and you cuddled together. After a while of silent bliss enjoying each other's company, you broke the silence.

"Well...this night got interesting...." you whispered.

"It's been a fantasy I've had for so long now...I can't believe it..." Eddie whispered, a soft smile on his face, squeezing you, pulling you a bit closer to his body.

"Are you ready to..." you began. He reached over to the nightstand next to the bed and opened up a condom pack, taking it out and rolling it onto his now throbbing member.

"You know it!" Eddie gave you a kiss and rolled on top of you. You were still incredibly wet and Eddie took his cock and teased at your entrance, playing around before he slid inside of you. He went in slowly, giving you time to adjust as you gasped, loving the feeling of his cock stretching you out as he filled you up, pushing balls deep inside of you.

He continued to kiss you as he began thrusting in and out of you, making love to you at a steady pace, your toes curling as a result of the pleasure this particular rhythm was giving you.

"Oh, baby, you feel so goooood" you moaned. “You’re so big!!”

Eddie smiled at you as he groaned, thrusting even harder and deeper inside of you.

"And you're so tight, babe. I can't believe it." Eddie groaned. You wrapped your legs around him to pull him in deeper, a trick you've used before that always drives the man wild.

"Not...going too deep...am I?" Eddie whispered between breaths as he kept thrusting.

"No...it's just perfect..."  you replied.

Suddenly, Eddie grabbed you and picked you up, still inside of you, and pushed you against the wall, thrusting up into you as he lifted you up, bouncing you up and down on his cock, almost getting harder as he watched the way you slid up and down along his shaft, your tits bouncing in beat with his thrusts. You wrapped your legs tighter around him, both to pull him in deeper and to hang on for dear life.

"I need to ride you," you were able to gasp out in his ear. He took you and laid down, with you on top of him. You slid up, his dick sliding out of your body and straddled him. You stroked his cock and slowly slid your body down on his shaft once again. You began to ride him, slowly. Up and down. Up and down.

Both of you groaned in absolute pleasure. You moaned loudly as you came hard on his cock as your pussy gushed all around him.

When the pulsing inside of you subsided, he flipped you over, still inside of you.

"Doggy," he whispered in your ear, pulling out of you. You got on all fours and within seconds, he entered you from behind, slamming into you with a passion just as deep as before.

"How's it feel, baby?" he asked breathlessly.

"So, good!!" you cried out, watching your tits sway back and forth in rhythm with the pounding he was giving you. You were already sensitive from your orgasm from earlier and you couldn't believe how good he felt inside of you, hearing his balls slap against your ass. The feeling of fullness inside of you was of pure pleasure. He then spanked you and you cried out.

"YES! Give it to me!!" you yelled. He pulled your hair back and began thrusting even harder. He pulled out and once again flipped you over and got on top of you, kissing you. He slid back inside of you.

"I love the eye contact," he groaned as he kept thrusting into you, back in the missionary position again. And it felt so good.

"Eddie..." you sighed softly as he wrapped his arms underneath your body and captured your lips once again, you sliding your hands up and down his back as his thrusts began to pick up with both intensity and speed.

"Oh! Oh!! Ooooh!! Right there! Oh my God, YESS!" He was hitting all of the right spots.

Suddenly, you noticed his thrusting was speeding up even more. His groans were getting louder and louder. He was close.

"I'm gonna cum soon...!” he cried out

Your pussy clenched down on his cock and began to pulse in waves as you came the same time he did. He stayed in you for a bit after he came until he slowly removed his softening cock out of your body.

He rolled off of you, laying down next to you. He pulled you close next to him and gave you a passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around you.

"That was amazing." You whispered.

"It sure was," he whispered back. You felt so safe wrapped in his arms. It was pure bliss.

"I can get used to this." you smiled at him.

[agereoneshots]

Larry sighed as he stepped out of his elite four office. It was friday and, as long as Greeta doesn't last minute agree to a weekend challenge, he didn't have any work the next day. He started to call a taxi when he paused. He loved going to his boyfriends' home in Artazon especially after a long day, but he was exhausted and his apartment in Medali was much closer. He sat down on a nearby bench and weighed his options. If he went to Artazon, he wouldn't be alone and he would be cared for but not in the way he wanted. If he went to Medali, he could regressed but he'd worry his boyfriends. Worrying Brassius wasn't that bad, he'd explain that he was exhausted and Medali was simply closer and he'd get a talking to about telling them when plans changed but Hassel? He'd go all the way to Medali on foot if it meant making sure Larry was alright. Larry sighed, he desperately wanted to regress, his brain already starting to fuzz over, but his boyfriends didn't know that he did. How could he even tell them? Best case scenario, he could claim it was a joke and they'd never talk about it ever again. Worst case scenario, they'd break up with him and ruin his life by spreading rumors about him. He put his head in his hands as he decided what to do. Finally making up his mind, he hailed down a taxi and told the driver to take him to Medali.

Larry stumbled into his apartment and locked the door behind him. He pulled out his pokeballs, letting his Staraptor, affectionately nicknamed Ruffles, out.

"Watch the door." Ruffles cawed in response, taking perch upon the arm of the couch. Larry kicked off his shoes and practically threw down his briefcase. As he walked towards the bedroom, he took off his suit jacket, throwing it to some random corner. Carefully to not kill his knees or back, he got on the ground and reached around under his bed. After a moment, he pulled out a very plain looking bag. He unzipped it and rummaged inside. After a moment, he pulled out his adult pacifier in its case. He opened the case and set it on the bedside table. He turned the pacifier over in his hands. It was blue with white gems in a cloud like shape and a pair of wings on the button. He popped the paci in his mouth and quietly crawled into bed, going out like a light.

Larry awoke sometime later to the sound of Ruffles chittering. As his brain sluggishly registered what that meant, he realized that Hassel must have shown up, probably bringing Brassius with him. Quickly, Larry took the pacifier from his mouth and putting back in its case. While he did lock the door, he gave them a key so it was only a minor set back. As he looked for a hiding place, he heard the front door open.

"Hello Ruffles...where's Larry?" Hassel asked. Larry started to panic. He was barely able to hide it behind the bedside lamp before Brassius opened the bedroom door.

"He's in here." Larry smiled and waved.

"Larry! If you didn't want to come over, you should have sent a message!" Hassel practically stormed in. Larry curled into himself slightly.

"I did wanna come over..." Larry mumbled. Brassius looked over. Larry started to panic a little, he knew that sounded completely out of character.

"Are you feeling alright dear?" Brassius asked.

"Yeah, I was just really tired and needed some things so I stopped by." Larry hoped he sounded normal.

"Well NEXT time, tell us! We were worried!" Hassel chasized.

"Sowwy..." Larry mumbled, barely even catching at how little he sounded. Brassius was about to comment when he noticed something behind the lamp.

"What do you have...here..." Brassius asked as he pulled out the pacifier. Larry froze. There was no way out of it. Hassel was already upset with him, of course they were going to break up with him! Larry started crying. He didn't want to lose them! Suddenly, the bed dipped and he felt arms around him.

"Hey, everything's fine..." Hassel kissed his forehead rubbed his back. Larry sniffed, confused. Shouldn't they be upset? He felt a hand pull his face out of Hassel's chest.

"Oh, you poor thing." Brassius wiped some of his tears away and pressed the pacifier up to his lips. Larry let Brassius put it in his mouth. He laid his head onto Hassel's chest, tired out from all the crying, and fell asleep soon after.

Larry woke up and yawned, feeling the pacifier fall from his mouth. He quickly looked around. He was curled up in between Hassel and Brassius in the apartment. Larry quietly put the pacifier in its case before getting out of bed. He didn't know what to do. Clearly, they both were aware that, at the very least, he was an adult who used a pacifier. He decided to wait on the couch. He was still half regressed but he knew he had to stay big. He wasn't waiting long before the other two got up.

"Good morning Larry." Brassius greeted the man on the couch.

"Mornin...." Larry mumbled out, twiddling his thumbs. He felt the couch dip as Hassel and Brassius took seats next to him.

"So...you age regress." Brassius pointed out.

"You...you know what it's called?" Larry asked.

"We tried it once. Didn't get it." Hassel answered.

"Hassel just means that neither of us could get into the younger headspace." Brassius explained before Larry could panic even more.

"Oh..." Larry pulled his legs in, resting his head on his knees.

"But...clearly you do." Brassius awkwardly laughed slightly.

"And quite a young one at that." Hassel remarked.

"So I would like to know if you would be alright if we took care of you while regressed? Me and Hassel talked about it last night after you fell asleep." Brassius and Hassel looked expectedly at Larry, waiting for an answer. Larry looked at the floor, thoughts going a mile a minute. His boyfriends were not just ok with him regressing, they wanted to take care of him. After a moment, Larry nodded. Hassel quickly scooped him into a hug.

"If we ever do something you don't like, just tell us, ok?"

"Mmmhmm..." Larry mumbled, deciding to fall into his headspace again.

"something tells me we've got a little baby on our hands again." Hassel cooed. Larry only responded by putting his thumb in his mouth. Brassius laughed.

"I'll go grab that pacifier again." Larry snuggled deeper into Hassel, content to spend his Saturday morning being a happy baby.

[homeahoy]

Desert Rain :part 2

Warnings none yet.

I've decided to expand the drabble I wrote.

You had been left alone in the tent hoping to be left alone long enough to change out of your wet clothes without any interruption. Picking up the dry clothes Fraser? Had dropped when he had stormed after Dave Kershaw You noted it looked like a boiler suit. Well it wasn't like you could be chosey. You did have a change of clothes but they had been abandoned along with the truck. You had decided your tools were more important. Stripped off completely you hung all your soaking clothes from the line running along the top of the tent and pulled on the boilersuit being glad it covered everything, even if it was two sizes too big.

Exiting the tent you went looking for Alexander and the driver whose name you had forgotten but were sure was Frank. It was too late and too dark for you to repair anything but you needed to know where you would be sleeping and what would be the plan to recover the truck come morning.

Noise seemed to be coming from what you could only guess was a mess hall of sorts made up from mud bricks, bits of timber and copious amounts of canvas. Walking in you scanned the room quickly hoping you would find your colleague quickly as you could already feel multiple pairs of eyes on you already. Spotting Alexander near the back you made a quick beeline towards him and sat down. "Do you have any idea what we're to do about the truck or where we might be sleeping? " you asked. "Plan is we sleep in the tents we were shown and some guy called Mike is going to take us back to the truck in the morning. Never said a time, just they would come get us." Came the reply. "Also I've to give you this" Alexander said as he handed over a revolver. "Something about he trusts his men but you never know anyone really" . Taking the gun in hand you slowly rotated in your hand before getting to your feet. "I'll see you in the morning then".

Morning came with a wave of heat that you gladly welcomed after the cold desert night. No-one had come for you yet and you couldn't hear anyone outside the tent. Retrieving your own clothes you got dressed quickly and exited the tent. Your early rise seemed to have been for nothing as not a doul could be seen. It seemed like the tight schedule of army life didn't quite make it out here. You decided it would be best placed if you stated in your tent.

What seemed to be an hour or so passed before a wild head of hair popped through the flap of the tent. "You y/n" was asked . "Am Mike Sadler your taxi driver for the morning" You had no idea how he knew your name only guessing that Alexander or Frank had told him. Getting to your feet you followed him to a waiting vehicle and climbed in the back and waited for the rest of your party. It was only in the daylight you noted that, this Mike was the man who had defended you last night against Stirling's protest.

As you waited you spotted the man called Fraser? Enquiring you asked "What's his deal. I swear I didn't know if he was going to explode or die of embarrassment when he walked in on me changing last night" "What Bill? Hard to say really. Keeps himself to himself, bloody good soldier though." Came the reply. "Although I get ghe impression he's not been around women much. Tends to shy away and just drink when we're in Cairo" Interesting you thought to yourself as you watched thr man you now knew as Bill Fraser walk across the compound.

The rest of the day went quickly enough. The truck and everything in it was retrieved, you spent the rest of the day working on a particularly stubborn truck that refused to start jnly managing to get it going when it was time for dinner. Joining everyone else you felt more relaxed and could banter with those around you. As you did you couldn't help feel like someone was still staring. Looking around you locked eyes with the culprit whose was turning a familiar shade of red.

[my-head-is-an-animal]

Happy Wednesday

Chapter 16

It had been weeks of therapy and physio, you were getting used to your body again. You’d been through all this before, but this time, you didn’t have Harold to help you through. The first time you’d been at a club and had your drink spiked, it wasn’t your usual scene, but you made an exception, and the result was catastrophic.

    Harold was kind to you, you knew he noticed, but he never pressed the subject, he just kept his distance and allowed you to process things on your own. This time it was different, you were on your own and you really didn’t want to be.

    A message had come through to your phone, from Harold, asking whether you had any pull to retrieve a Cuban taxi driver’s family. He sent you the details and the following week they were arriving in New York.

    Harold sent a thank you text, but you would have preferred a phone call. Then it was a text to help break into bank security to cover up an escape, then it was to help get John out of jail. The one that had you phoning him was when he asked you to look at some code he’d found at a high school.

    ‘Is this how we’re going to communicate now?’ You asked, sitting back in your office chair and gazing out at the morning washing over the city. ‘Mysterious text messages asking for favours?’

    ‘I would have called to ask how you’re doing, but I imagined you would rather not talk to me directly just yet.’ You could hear the sounds of him walking through a crowd. ‘I was giving you the space you needed.’ You listened to him stopping. ‘Was that the wrong thing to do?’

    You breathed in deeply. ‘What do you need, Harold?’

    ‘I need help understanding the code,’ Harold kept walking. ‘And the student, I’m having trouble communicating with him.’

    ‘You want me to come down there? Make contact?’ You asked, leaning forward, about ready to get up and leave your office.

    ‘No, it’s okay.’ Harold assured you. ‘I can handle things on this end, just… if you could keep an eye out and work on that code. I’d be grateful.’

    You agreed and Harold sent you all the information he had and it only took you an afternoon to realise what was going on.

    You raced to the train station where Harold met with you.

    ‘You’re sure about this?’ He asked, panting.

    ‘I’m certain,’ you said, catching your breath. ‘Caleb can’t live with the guilt of what happened to his brother, he thinks the world will be better off without him in it; he will try and end his life tonight. Harold, we need to find him.’

    Harold felt a whip in his chest, he wondered if you were speaking from experience. You made your way into the station and sure enough Caleb was sitting there, waiting for a train.

    ‘Go and talk to him.’ You said, quietly.

    ‘It might be more prudent for you to talk to him,’ Harold countered. ‘You have more experience of this.’

    You just looked at him, hating that he noticed. ‘Believe me, Harold, you’ll get through to him.’

    Harold saw something in your face that made him decide you were right. He went over and sat with Caleb, trying to find the right words to give a broken seventeen year old boy.

    He told him how the world didn’t have any extra pieces, it was better with him in it, the people who loved him were better with him in it.

    ‘Take it from someone who thought leaving was better for everyone,’ Harold couldn’t help his gaze flickering towards you. ‘And then found out otherwise.’

    Caleb turned to see you standing there next to Fusco, your long grey coat wrapped around your body, your soft bare legs slotting into the heels you wore for work and your hair framing your face perfectly. You were always stunning to Harold.

    ‘That’s Evelyn Brooke. You left her?’ Caleb frowned.

    Harold nodded. ‘The worst mistake I ever made.’

    ‘No offence, Mr Swift, but why should I take advice from a guy who let someone like that go?’

    Harold smiled, gently. ‘Because she’s still here. She’s happier now that we’re… well, we’re not back together, but she’s happier, even if she doesn’t quite realise it yet.’

    ‘What do you mean?’

    ‘The reason she fell in love with me, she always maintained, was because I could look at her face and know exactly what she was thinking, or what she needed.’ Harold looked back at the train tracks. ‘People just want to be loved and cared for, you and I have the capability of identifying those people who need it most and provide that.’ Harold turned to Caleb. ‘Your mother won’t get better with money, just like Evelyn didn’t fall in love with me for my money. In fact, without it, I believe that Evelyn and your mother would love us even more. But we need to give them that chance to do so.’

    Caleb sat for a moment and Harold wondered if he’d gotten through to him. He glanced up at you and saw the faintest smile on your face, he’d succeeded in doing what you wanted from him. The train came and went and Caleb was still alive. It was as much a relief to you as it was to him.

    Fusco took Caleb home and dealt with Lorenzo. Harold walked you to your car, hoping for a few more moments with you.

    ‘No security with you?’ He asked, but you just smiled.

    ‘They’re around.’ You said, cryptically.

    ‘That’s good to hear.’ Harold hated that you’d parked so close. ‘Thank you for helping with this. While John is in Rykers, taking care of the numbers has proven difficult on my own.’

    ‘Well, if you need anything else, you know where to find me.’

    Harold nodded. ‘Should I call next time?’

    You sighed and looked up the street for a distraction. ‘You know, Harold, I’m still finding it difficult. My therapist keeps telling me it’s just a matter of time, but I’m still not sure.’

    He hated to hear it, but he couldn’t blame you. ‘I understand.’ He swallowed. ‘It’s good that you’re seeing a therapist, is it helping?’

    You frowned. ‘You don’t know? You haven’t tapped my phone to listen in?’

    Harold frowned as well. ‘That would be an invasion of your privacy. I thought what you needed was space.’

    ‘It is, I just…’ You didn’t have to finish the sentence.

    ‘You thought I’d do it anyway.’ Harold said, annoyed, but trying not to be. ‘You don’t trust me anymore.’

    ‘I don’t trust anyone, you know that.’ You countered.

    ‘Yes, but…’ Harold didn’t want to finish his sentence. ‘Just tell me how to fix this. ‘

    ‘I told you.’ You were at risk of breaking. ‘Just give me space, let me process this.’

    Harold didn’t have a response, instead, he just let you get into your car and leave. You’d never argued like that before, sometimes you disagreed, mostly about money, but never about trust. Harold had prided himself on you always trusting him, but it seemed that was no longer the case, and he had no idea what he had in reserve.

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