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Mr. Right Now Part 1 | Hangman x Reader

Summary: When Jake picks your ID up from the floor at the Hard Deck, he has no expectations that he's about to be in for a wild ride. But when he learns that you're looking for Rooster and why you're at the bar in the first place, he starts to feel more possessive than he should. You're young and stubborn and about to get yourself into trouble. Maybe he would prefer it if you got into it with him instead.

Warnings: adult language, mentions of sex and virginity, 18+

Length: 2800 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader

Why is Jake on my masterlist!? Mr. Right Now masterlist

It was a typical Friday night with the typical Hard Deck crowd, and to be honest, it was a bit exhausting. Jake knew if he picked up a random girl to take home, it would all feel pretty pointless the next morning. He should probably just head home now before he ruined some desperate girl's night by kicking her out of his bed in about four hours.

"Jesus, it's not even ten o'clock yet," he muttered to himself as he checked his watch. He'd only had one whiskey sour, but he was ready to leave. The two girls in matching pink dresses had been eyeing him up all night, and they both looked like the type who would cry if he suggested getting them an Uber after hooking up, no matter how clear he made it that he only ever kept things very casual.

He hated when girls got it twisted. Jake loved women. He loved their bodies. He loved making promises to them and then delivering. He loved the little noises they made when he fucked them. But that was all he had time for. He wasn't going to meet anyone that made him think it was worth pursuing more when he spent all of his time at work, at the gym, or at a bar full of tag chasers. 

He signaled for Penny to close out his tab, and even she looked surprised. "You're heading out?" she asked, glancing at his friends who were still playing pool with the girls in pink. 

"Yeah," he said with a sigh as he signed his name on the receipt and collected his credit card. "Thinking about an early night and a long run on the beach first thing in the morning."

"Right," she said, giving him a little smile. "Be safe."

He winked at her and turned just in time to see a young woman drop something as she tried to squeeze through the crowd. "Hey!" he called out as he picked up her driver's license and held it up in his hand. "Leather mini skirt!"

You glanced over your shoulder, your eyes questioning as you turned away from the pool table to face him. He watched you look around to make sure nobody else was wearing a black leather skirt before you faced him all the way. 

"Yes?" you asked a little cautiously, and Jake took in the sight before him. You looked pretty young and a little out of place here. You had paired your little skirt with a black tank top and some Converse sneakers, and even though you didn't look like anyone else, you certainly didn't look bad.

Then he remembered he was holding your license, and he glanced down at his hand only to realize it was literally the worst fake ID he had ever seen. Your name was pretty, if that part was even real. The photo actually was you, but it looked like it had been taken in bad lighting, and according to your date of birth, you were thirty just like he was. One more look at your face told him that was a blatant lie.

"This yours?" he asked, holding it up between his thumb and index finger.

You rushed forward, clearly embarrassed, and you tried to take it from him with a muttered, "Thank you."

But he pulled it out of your reach, and your hand grazed his chest instead. "Nice fake, kiddo. Don't get drunk, okay?"

You shot him a look of vexation, clearly having no idea who he was or that he was one of the best fighter pilots in the country. "I'm not here to get drunk, okay?" When you reached for the plastic card again, Jake held it a little higher just to see what you'd do. "Seriously?"

He glanced up and looked at the first and last name once again before saying them out loud. "Then why are you here? And with the world's worst fake ID to boot."

You eyed the card, still out of reach, and placed your hands on your hips. "Not that it's any of your business, but I'm actually looking for someone named Rooster, if you happen to know who he is?"

Jake lowered his hand slowly, and you snatched your card back and tucked it inside your little purse. "What do you want with ol' Rooster?" he asked, eyeing you a little closer while you were glancing down. You were cute if not a little too innocent looking for him, but your words once again had him engaged.

"That's classified, sailor. Now do you know who he is or not?"

Jake laughed. "Yeah. I know who he is. But I'm not a sailor. I'm an aviator. Got more air to air kills than anyone else on active duty."

You gave him a bland look. "That must be very nice for you, aviator. But I'm on a bit of a mission here, so if you don't mind..." As you turned back toward the pool table, Jake followed behind you. 

"He's the big one with the mustache and hideous shirt."

You stopped, and he bumped into you, steadying himself with his hands briefly on your shoulders. "Oh," you replied. "Wow. I mean, it's not going to be a problem for me, that's for sure. I just hope he's into it."

Still confused, Jake said, "I wouldn't bother him in the middle of a game of pool unless you come bearing the gift of a beer or a nice set of tits."

You spun around and looked him right in the eye. "What exactly is wrong with my tits?"

"Nothin'," he replied, trying not to look at them in your snug top. "Just trying to give you the lay of the land is all." 

When you glanced over your shoulder, he let his eyes dip down below your neck. Certainly nothing wrong there. "Is that his girlfriend?" you asked, turning back to Jake and jerking your thumb in the direction of Phoenix where she stood near Rooster.

"No," he laughed. "But I'd also avoid interrupting her without a beer or your tits ready to go."

"Well, thanks. You've been very informative. One more question," you said, just inches away from Jake in the crowd. "What kind of beer does this Rooster guy like?"

He studied your face closely. He considered himself something of an expert when it came to women, and things weren't completely adding up for him right now. Your words and posture seemed bold and sure, but your eyes were giving you away. There was a nervousness behind them that made him anxious to get answers from you.

"I'll tell you if you finally answer my question."

"What was your question?"

"Why are you here? And what do you want from Rooster?"

"That's two questions," you said with a smirk, leaning a little closer, and Jake just wanted to wrap his arm around you and yank you all the way in. 

"You're a real smartass, kid. And I like that in a person. But just humor me with an answer, and I'll buy you the beer myself."

Your lips parted as your gaze drifted down to Jake's chest. Every time you blinked, your eyelashes brushed your cheeks, and it was taking all of his willpower to keep his hands off you. With a deep breath, you almost met his eyes as you said, "I'm here to get laid."

Jake cocked his head to one side until you did meet his gaze. Your eyes still looked unsure. "Explain."

You just shrugged. "What is there to explain exactly? I'm looking to have sex."

He closed one eye and squinted. He could have sworn he only had one drink, but nothing was making sense right now. "With Rooster?"

"Yes. I'm going to try to get him to take me home."

Jake burst into laughter, and you took a small step away from him. "You're not going to have to try very hard, I can tell you that much for sure." You were actually cute as hell; any guy you had your sights set on would be ready to leave at the mere mention of such activities. 

"That's what I'm hoping for," you muttered before pressing your lips together.

"Wait, wait," Jake asked with his hands held up in front of his chest in surrender. "Why Rooster?"

You looked a little embarrassed now as you switched your bag from one hand to the other. "My friend told me he was good in bed," you muttered.

"I am so confused," Jake replied, pushing his fingers through his hair. By this point, you were starting to look annoyed, and he didn't want to push, but he wanted to know. If you were going to parade around the Hard Deck in a mini skirt with a fake ID, he needed to know that you were okay. "You're young and attractive. Why did you come here of all places to acquire a hot fuck?" And that's when he got the answer that surprised him as you finally snapped. 

"Because, if you must know, I'm a disgrace of a twenty-year-old virgin, and I'm trying to get Rooster to take care of that for me."

"What?" Jake's mind was reeling. He looked from you to the aviator at the pool table and then at your face once more. Then he jerked back a step. A virgin. Huh. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen one this close up before. Not around here, anyway. And, frankly you were hot enough that it did surprise him a bit, even though you were young. 

"You heard me," you muttered, playing with your skirt. "Don't make it into a big thing." You shook your head and glanced toward the bar. "What kind of beer does he like? It looks like he has a bottle of Stella."

You were definitely nervous right now, and Jake didn't like that one bit. "Oh, no. You don't want to hook up with Rooster."

"Yes," you insisted, clutching your little purse now. "I do. Because he won't even have to know about any of it. He'll just fuck me. And then I can get on with my life."

When you took a step toward the bar, Jake reached out for your hand. "He's drunk. You want your first time to be with someone who won't have the mental capacity to make sure you enjoy yourself, too? Make sure you come?"

Instead of pulling your hand free, you stopped and looked at the place where your fingers were connected with his. "I'm not worried about coming. I just want to get this over with."

Gently he pulled you closer until your chest bumped his, and then Jake took your chin carefully between his thumb and index finger. "How old are you, really?"

"I'm twenty."

He stroked your lip with his thumb. It was soft and plump and more than kissable. "Twenty," he echoed. "That's not too old, you know." 

You smirked. "Thanks. But I'm just trying to be sensible here. I don't need to be in love or anything like that. I'd rather have the experience. Rather get it out of the way so it doesn't hurt when I'm with the guy who keeps asking me out. And this way I'll know what to do."

Once more he touched his thumb to your lip and said, "Show me your real ID."

"Why?" you asked, frowning as his hand fell away. "That was my actual name on the one you saw."

"Just humor me, kid," he said firmly, holding out his hand. If you were only eighteen or even younger, he was going to have to ask you to leave or maybe even get Penny involved before you did go home with one of these horny assholes. 

With a huff, you handed it to him. According to the real one, you lived in San Diego. You turned twenty about two months ago. And that really was your name. "When you get a fake, you're supposed to fake the name, too. Everyone knows that. You're in college?"

You snatched it from him and tucked it away with the other one. "Yes, I'm in college."

"Then why the hell are you here right now?" he asked. "You want to lose your virginity so bad tonight? Go stand outside a dorm, and the guys will be lining up for a cute thing like you."

The annoyance and apprehension left your face and were replaced by something different. "Do you really think that's a better alternative than a slightly tipsy, attractive man in his 30s? Because I do not. I'm going for Rooster. But thanks for calling me cute."

Jake was getting so used to your smirk that as soon as you turned away from him again, he missed it. You were heading off toward Bradshaw, and for some wild reason, he was just unwilling to let you do this with him. Rooster wouldn't ask if you were a virgin, and you certainly wouldn't tell him. It might be good for you, and it might not, but Jake thought you should at least be with someone who would try.

"No no no no." He had his hands around your waist, pulling your back against his front. "It's not happening," he muttered next to your ear. "I can call a ride for you, or I can drive you home myself, but that's not going to happen."

You spun around and glared at him. "You said I was cute. I can handle this."

Jake sighed and tipped his face toward the ceiling for a beat as he held you in place with his hands at the middle of your back. "Not with any of those guys," he practically growled through gritted teeth. "I don't know how to make myself any more clear."

You weren't struggling in his grasp, and he knew he should let you go anyway, but he wanted you to agree to letting him get you an Uber. But then you leaned in a little closer with a glint in your eye and asked, "Who's going to do it then? You?"

"Me?" he asked, wide eyes slowly drifting down to your lips. He could feel the leather of your skirt against his pinky as his fingers flexed with the need to keep you close. He could smell your skin and see your pupils growing wider. Your softly parted lips were right there.

You nodded slowly and said, "I mean... I don't even know your name, but I'm sure you could show me the ropes, aviator."

He swallowed hard, eyes never leaving yours. "I'm Jake," he said, his voice lower and needier than he anticipated. "And I need you to tell me what you're going to do if I say no."

Your smirk was back. "Well, Jake the aviator, if you say no, then I'll go ask Rooster and keep my fingers crossed that he's into it."

It wasn't that Jake wasn't keen on the idea of getting his hands all over you, because he was. And that was the problem. He wasn't any better than the rest of the guys. Not really. He didn't deserve to get to have you. But the more he thought about it, the more he was convinced he'd make it good. He wouldn't hurt you or do anything you didn't welcome. And he wouldn't kick you out after a few hours. 

"It's a bad idea," he said, and then your lips were on his. You caught him off guard, and after that one gentle kiss, you started to pull away. Your eyes were wide and innocent, and he couldn't stop himself. He chased you for another taste, and it was the sweetest thing he could ever remember. Your hand crept up to rest on his chest as he drew your tentative lips back to his, pulling you snug against his body. Soft kiss after soft kiss left his nose bumping against yours as he whispered, "I said it's a bad idea."

Then you were kissing him again. Harder this time. Your hand went around the back of his neck, and he took a palm full of leather as he squeezed your ass. Oh shit. You were a nice handful for him. Honestly, he could get hard for you right here, and now you surely felt it as he rolled his hips forward against yours. 

And then you moaned into his mouth as your fingers slipped up into his hair, and Jake knew it was hopeless. You nibbled on his lip before you pulled a few inches away, looked at him with desire filled eyes, and whispered, "I think it might be a good idea."

"God damn it."

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Is Jake actually any better than the rest of the horny guys? Is this a bad idea or a good idea? The problem is Jake likes stubborn girls who give him a hard time. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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Collective Writings - Simon “Ghost” Riley

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Cross My Heart

Part 13 - Meet Me In Volgograd

Summary: eventual poly141 x reader. Enemies to lovers, mini fic. CW: +18 content MDNI, Sex, PiV sex, threesome (MMF, voyeurism, fingering, oral (M receiving), mastabation. AN: OMG IT’S HAPPENING. I was going to post this tomorrow. I just got too excited

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Johnny wakes you after what feels like only a few minutes of sleep. When he’s shaking you awake in the uncomfortable bed it finally hits you how tired you are. You haven’t had a proper sleep since leaving the safehouse the second time. 

“So who’s Nikoli?” You ask as you drag yourself out the bed. You don’t really care but you’ll do anything to keep yourself awake, even asking dumb questions. 

“Old friend of John’s.” 

“John?” You ask pulling your clothes on.

“Price.” You frown at him. 

“You’re both called John? Doesn’t that get confusing?” You ask pulling your boots on. 

“Na, not really. Most of the time people call John; Price, Cap or dickhead.” 

“Really?” You say raising an eyebrow. He shakes his head chuckling.

“C’mon wanna get some breakfast?” You shake your head sighing. 

“I want to get a few hours rest on the plane, it feels like I haven’t slept in days.” You say pulling your jacket on. He nods throwing a bag over his shoulder and picking up the AR standing in the corner of the room. 

“Alright, let's go then.” He stops at the door without opening it. He turns to you, you can see colour rushing to his cheeks.

“Are you- I mean last night.” He grips the barrel of his weapon tighter. “Are you, you know… safe?” 

“Christ. Are you this awkward with every girl you sleep with?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. 

“I have the injection thing.” You say pointing at your arm. Now he frowns.

“Do you have a boyfriend or something?” You shake your head. 

“Me and Ivan, we had a business arrangement. It wouldn’t exactly be good for anyone if the smuggler got pregnant with the handler. He made sure it wouldn’t happen.” Johnny looks a little taken aback by the admission. He nods and turns back to the door opening it.

…

You sleep almost the whole journey to Russia. Nikoli seems nice, you just didn’t have the energy to be friendly with him. Russian, that you expected, you’re surprised Price had allies in Russia, maybe he’s the type of person who has allies everywhere. Johnny shakes you awake again handing you a headset.

“We’re touching down a few kilometres outside of Volgograd. They’ve sent us coordinates of the place they’re hiding out in.” Johnny shouts over the sound of the tiny plane's engine. 

“Are they in the town?” You shout back. 

“Yeah, it should take us a few hours to reach them. They’re keeping tabs on Makarov.” 

“Do they know where he is?” You ask back. 

“Maybe, there’s a Konni stronghold just outside the city. Price thinks that’s where we can get some answers.” Johnny says. You nod looking out the window at the ground below, fields upon fields of Russian countryside.

“Volgograd is pretty, and close to the border. Good Place for Konni to set up shop.” Nikoli says. You can't see him from the chair you picked and Johnny is blocking the door to the cockpit.

“Ever been?” Johnny asks, turning back to look at him. 

“No, it’s a big place, you should try their local cheese.” Nikolai says. Johnny smiles, you yawn and turn to look back out the window. You can see a massive lake come into view. 

…

You landed in a field. Nikoli handed you a massive duffle bag of supplies Price had requested then said his goodbyes. You ran across to a crooked fence surrounding the field as Nikoli took off again. The sun was high in the sky but it’s still cold.

“What are we going to do? Steal a car again?” You ask as you watch Nikoli fly off.

“Na, let’s just walk. We could use the exercise.” He says winking at you.

“What didn't you get enough last night?” You tease him. The thought of a 5 kilometer walk was not exactly on your list of things you wanted to do today. Johnny seems enthusiastic about it even with his wounded arm. 

It looks better, it’s wrapped in compression bandages but with the cream and anti-inflammatory medication the doctors had him taking he doesn’t complain. Your stomach wound on the other hand has been giving you nothing but trouble and last night’s antics just meant you’d pulled on the stitches and now it’s irritated. Nothing a good fistful of painkillers can’t keep on top of. 

The walk turned out to be not as bad as you thought. Johnny talked the whole way, talking about missions they’ve done in Russia, more about why they’re after Makarov. You’re glad he’s talking again, yesterday he was too quiet, it was weird. When you make it to the town it already feels like it’s getting dark, clouds have moved in making the whole place feel moody. 

The town is busy even as you make your way into the outskirts. You’re both dressed in civilian clothes but with the massive duffle bags you have thrown over your shoulders people's eyes still follow you. They know you’re outsiders here, at least you can speak Russian. 

It doesn’t take you long to find the place based on the info Price sent to Johnny. When you make it to the townhouse you feel even more out of place than ever, down the street there is an old woman with no teeth drilling her eyes into you. The quicker you can get inside the better, you already feel like you’ve drawn enough attention to yourself. 

It’s Ghost who opens the door, dressed all in black with that skull mask he wears all the time. It makes goosebumps rise on your body. 

“Privet.” Johnny says with a little salute before Ghost moves to the side letting you both come in. The building is worn out, it looks abandoned. The stairs up to the second floor are bowing in and the windows are boarded up, although from the outside it just looked like the curtains were drawn.

You follow Ghost into what would have been a dining room although now the place is just a table with some chairs, the kitchen is in a similar state of disrepair. You dump the bag down at the foot of the table. 

“Survived the flight with Nikoli then?” Gaz asks, coming over. He places his hand on your back smiling before reaching down and unzipping it. You see it crammed full of gear, weapons and some electronics. 

“I slept the whole way.” You say. You move over to the table sitting down on one of the chairs looking at the papers on the table. Some are maps, with markers.

“Joh- Soap said you think there's a place nearby where Makarov is hiding?” You say swallowing hard, you’ll have to get used to calling him Soap again. At least while you’re around the others.

“Konni compound, we don’t know if Makarov will be there but we will be able to find answers.” Price says. 

“We’ve seen Al Qatala and Konni moving in and out the building.” Gaz says putting the laptop on the table. Price pulls it over to him and sits down. 

“No Makarov?” Soap asks as he comes over with a bottle of water in his hand. 

“Not yet.” Ghost says coming over to the table and crossing his arms.

“But we know he’s here, Laswell has been keeping track of him.” Gaz says.

“Sorry to be the sceptic here but are you sure you haven’t missed him?” You say raising an eyebrow. 

“There’s a chance, that's why if he's gone we know we will find intel in the building as to where he is.” Price says.

“Okay, when do we get moving?” Soap asks. 

“Few hours, as soon as it’s dark and the day shift has left. It’ll leave us with only Al Qatala in the building.” Price says. You nod, getting up out of the chair. 

“I’m going to take a nap then.” You say stretching and looking over at Soap. He smiles at you. “Bedrooms are upstairs I assume?” 

“Yeah, help yourself.” Gaz says and you walk out the dining room and up the creaking steps. As soon as you see a bed you make a b-line for it, closing the door behind you, kicking your boots off and flopping down. You don’t get a chance to close your eyes before there’s a knock at the door. You look over huffing and sitting up in bed.

“Yeah?” You call, a few seconds later Soap opens the door. He steps in closing the door behind him. 

“You okay?” He asks coming over to the bed. You move your legs so he can sit down. He hums his hand coming up to your face. You’re already leaning in to kiss him, it’s automatic at this point. His kiss is nice, familiar. So deep it leaves you breathless. 

“I wanna try something.” He says breaking from the kiss. “Do you trust me?”

You nod not sure what to say or what he’s planning. You suddenly don’t want to sleep, your heart hammering in your chest. He gets up heading back to the door.

“I’ll be right back.” He says smiling. You do trust him, you remember last night how different it felt, how good it feels. You want to believe it's more than just a fling, more than just a transaction. Sex has always felt like that to you, something you have to give to get something in return. It didn’t feel like that with Johnny. 

At least not yet. You pull your shirt off over your head flinging it to the side, the thought of having sex again makes the exhaustion fall away. You shuffle your pants off too, kicking them out of the end of the bed. 

There’s another knock at the door, you frown not expecting it but call Johnny in anyway. Only it’s not Johnny who enters the room, it's Ghost. You immediately reach down pulling the blanket over your exposed top. 

“Ghost!” You shout, turning away feeling heat rush to your cheeks. You feel embarrassed, stupid. You should never have trusted Johnny. You threw your shirt in the middle of the room. 

“Is this what you’ve been up to Johnny?” Ghost asks, you hear the door close. Johnny comes back over to the bed, his hand lands on your back.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you would be, you know. So eager.” You turn to look at him. 

“Could have fucking warned me.” You spit at him. He smiles, leaning forward and kissing you. It relaxes you, you forget Ghost is in the room. When he’s finished his hand comes up to cup your chin. “You look cute when you get flustered.”  

Him saying that just makes you blush more. You look over at Ghost stood by the door, Johnny’s hand lands on yours gripping the blanket. It’s reassuring, it’s what you need. 

“I can ask him to leave.” Johnny says. You sigh looking back at him, you do trust him. 

“I guess you really weren't joking when you said you were close.” You sigh. He smiles getting up off the bed and going over to Ghost. He wraps his arm around his waist, his other hand pushing up under his shirt. 

“I know you’ve been looking, you all have.” Johnny says. Ghost’s eyes look dark, the mask makes him look like such an intimidating person too. He’s big, broad shoulders, definitely the tallest out of all of them. It doesn’t help making him feel any less intimidating. You watch as Johnny presses up against him, his face just reaches his neck, he presses his face into it.

Suddenly the embarrassment fades and you swing your legs out the side of the bed. You flick your eyes between Ghost and Johnny. 

“Let me tell you, she’s as good as you think she is.” Johnny is whispering, or at least trying to. You feel yourself blushing again as Johnny turns his body, his hand slips out from Ghost’s shirt to the front of his pants. Ghost turns to look at Johnny and you let the blanket drop from your chest. 

“You’re playing a dangerous game, MacTavish.” Ghost says, his voice low, rumbling in the room. 

“Maybe, but I know you want to play it too.” Johnny says reaching up to grip the bottom of Ghost’s mask pulling it up to reveal his lips. He steps up on his toes to kiss him. It does something to you, the sight of them both attacking each other's lips. Johnny slips his hand down into Ghost’s pants, you watch as he turns to face Johnny better, his hands running up to grip his arms.

You wet your lips, you press your thighs together feeling a throb travel through you. Your mouth fills with saliva as you watch Johnny fiddle with the front of Ghost's pants, unclipping his belt and reaching in to pull out his cock. He's bigger than Johnny, you can tell that already. You watch as Ghost breaks from the kiss pulling his gloves off and flinging them to the side before gripping Johnny’s face pulling him back into a kiss. 

Your hand wanders down your body, finding your already soaked pussy and coating your fingers in slick. You hear Johnny moan his hand pumping Ghost’s cock in his fist. You bite the inside of your cheek as you move your hand to rub your clit. 

You watch as Ghost breaks from the kiss, his hands dropping down Johnny’s arms. He turns to look at you, you freeze. Johnny pulls his hand away walking over to you pulling his shirt over his head. When he reaches you he hums, smiling before pulling the blanket off you to reveal your hand rubbing yourself. 

He reaches down, picking up your hand bringing it to his mouth. He presses his lips to your soaked fingers, taking them in his mouth and licking them clean. 

“Johnny.” You breathe, he chuckles, pulling your hand out and turning to Ghost. 

“C’mon Simon, let's show her how great you are.” You look past Johnny to hear Ghost coming towards you. Simon, that's his name, he comes over to you, his mask resting on his nose. He leans down and kisses you. 

His kiss is rougher than Johnny, his lips not as soft, he presses his tongue into your mouth and you crane your neck up so he doesn’t have to lean down as much. Johnny’s hands have made their way over to your breasts. His fingers brush over your nipples, cupping them as his face presses into your neck. 

“Christ, didn’t tell me she had pretty lips.” Simon says his thumb coming up to brush your cheek. 

“Didn’t tell you a lot of things.” Johnny says smiling. 

“Simon.” You say looking up at him. He has brown eyes, dark eyes, but they don’t look as scary now. You’re seeing them in a different light, it’s like he’s a different person. 

“I had my fun last night, it’s your turn now LT.” Johnny reaches over, pulling your chin to look at him. “Isn’t that right love, you're going to show Simon how good you are.” You nod looking up at him, he leans over and kisses you. 

You let them move you, their hands running over the different parts of your body. You end up laid flat on your back with a naked Johnny kneeling down by your head. You look up to the end of the bed seeing Simon getting into position between your legs. He kicked his boots off to take his trousers off but left the shirt and mask. 

Maybe he’s not ready for you to see his face, maybe he doesn’t trust you yet. He’s about to fuck you though, his thick cock laid on your stomach while he hooks his arms under your knees. You look over at Johnny stroking himself right by your face. Before he even needs to ask you, you open your mouth. 

He winks at you before pressing the tip of his cock to your lips. You let him press into your mouth, you smile as you watch his head tip back. You can’t move your head to look at Simon but you can feel him, using one of his hands pushing fingers in before replacing them with his cock. 

He’s thicker than Johnny too causing you to moan round Johnny, it just makes him push into you harder hitting the back of your throat and making your eyes water. 

“Holy shit, perfect sweetheart.” Johnny says his hand, coming to brush through your hair. 

“You’re making her look so pretty over there Johnny.” You hear Simon say as he thrusts into you. 

“Yeah, you should hear her when she moans. Got a pretty little mouth on her too.” Johnny says as he pulls his cock out your mouth. “Go on love, show him how pretty you sound.” 

You can’t help it moaning as Simon drives into you harder, pinning your legs out the way with his massive hands. 

“Simon.” You call looking over at him, his mouth is tipped open, his eyes almost glowing in the dim light of the room. You turn your head to look back over at Johnny who smiles down at you and winks. You turn your head opening your mouth again. 

“Christ love, I can’t tell what's better, your mouth or that pretty pussy of yours.” Johnny says as his hand reaches down to play with one of your breasts. 

“You don’t have to pick Johnny.” You hear Simon pant. You smile up at Johnny, your eyes being blurred by the tears streaming down your face. One of Simon’s hands drops your leg so his thumb can rub your clit. You end up moaning around Johnny again which makes him twitch in your mouth. 

Johnny brushes your tears away with his free hand. You close your eyes letting yourself get lost in the pleasure of Simon pumping into you like it’s the first cunt he’s had in years and Johnny hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. 

You moan again, you’re getting close, the stretch of Simon’s cock feels too good, he’s moaning now too, his moans are just as pretty as Johnny’s. You open your eyes again, Johnny’s fingers pinch your nipple playing with your breast making vibrations pulse down to your pussy. 

“Don’t stop Johnny. She’s clenching around me so tight.” Simon says as his thumb pressing down on your clit causing you to squirm under him. You close your eyes again, your body tensing as you cum. Johnny cums too, you barely react trying not to bite down on his cock. All you feel is his hot seed hitting the back of your throat. 

“Fuck love, fuck me.” Johnny pants pulling out of your mouth letting you breathe. Simon pulls out of you when he cums thick ropes squirting over your chest. You look over at him, his eyes closed, hand wrapped round his cock. 

“Look at you.” Johnny coos, his fingers brushing over your chest scooping up some of the cum leaking down to your stomach. He presses the fingers into his mouth, Simon hums and you feel him step off the bed. 

He walks over to your head and Johnny steps back. Simon looks down at you as you prop yourself up on your elbows. He bends down to kiss you. A second later he breaks away pressing his nose against yours. 

“Riley.” He whispers. You open your eyes as he stands back up pulling his mask down. You watch him reach down to pick his clothes up and Johnny bends down by your head. 

Simon Riley. You smile at Johnny. 

“Not as scary as he seems right?” Johnny says stroking your face. 

“I was never scared of him.” You smile. 

“Good.” Johnny says. 

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a little bit too much (freaky edition) - logan howlett x fem!reader

A/N: holy shit the support i got on my first posted fic is so nice thank you all so much. i made myself the promise that i’d post another fic. this is a similar fic to the one i posted yesterday, but this time it does end in smut. hence the name. also we’ve upgraded from me writing in my phone’s notes app, yay!

tags: SMUT (18+ MDNI), dubcon kinda? pre-established consent implied (drunk sex but only Y/N is drunk. repeated and enthusiastic consent is given. if this bothers you, please don’t read.), alcohol consumption (Y/N is 21+), fem!reader (no specific physical descriptions given), age gap (legal but let’s be real every relationship with logan is an age gap relationship), plot what plot/porn without plot, fingering, unprotected PinV + creampie (PLEASE BE RESPONSIBLE WHEN ENGAGING IN INTERCOURSE THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION), car sex, swearing, spelling and grammatical errors i’m sure because writing this faster and harder than i ever have before

words: 1478 (yippee!)

Logan couldn’t keep his eyes off of Y/N. In a bar full of neon lights and signs, nothing was shining brighter than she was. Maybe it was the alcohol, which had allowed Y/N to let go of any stress she had been holding onto. She drank enough to give her the confidence to loosen up and have fun - not that she wasn’t usually fun, but sometimes it’s hard to be yourself in a bar mostly inhabited by older men. Eyes would tend to watch Y/N and Logan when they would come through the door, very aware that he was older than she was, they just didn’t know how much older, and they didn’t need to. Y/N was old enough to order her own drinks, and that’s all that really mattered. 

She really did look beautiful, especially with her hips swaying in time with the music playing in the bar. Her hips, which were wrapped in a denim mini skirt, it was driving Logan crazy. He loved every inch of her, every bit of her soul, every fiber of her being. She brought out the warmth in him, one would think after living for roughly 200 years that Logan’s heart would be practically made of stone. She made him smile, genuinely, but also made him wildly protective. During their games of pool, any time she’d bend over to make her shot, Logan would stand right behind her and glare around at anyone who would try to look at her. Then she’d make her shot, stand up straight, and accidentally bump up against his hips. He’d wrap his arms around waist and hold her close to him, leaning over her slightly to kiss her on the cheek. They’d do this all night, until the game was done, or until Y/N had drank a little too much, whichever came first. 

Tonight, they had finished their game - they didn’t really keep track of who won, they were just having a good time together. Y/N was a little bit stumbly when she walked, holding onto Logan’s arm for stability. Being the gentleman that he was, he paid their tab, and wrapped his arm around her to hold her upright while they walked to the truck. Usually, he would carry her, but he didn’t want to risk giving anyone in that bar a look up Y/N’s skirt. Logan unlocked the truck, opened the passenger side door, and lifted Y/N into her seat before buckling her in and pressing a soft kiss to her temple. When he was sure she was safe and sound, he closed the door before jogging over to the driver’s side and hopping in himself. 

After 15 minutes on the road, they were stopped at a red light that seemed to go on forever. Logan looked over at Y/N to make sure she was okay, and smiled when he saw her looking back at him. “Hey there, princess,” he gave her soft thigh a gentle squeeze. Y/N placed her hand over her boyfriend’s, slowly pulling it up her skirt, moaning quietly when his fingers brushed against her core. Logan’s eyes widened when he made the realization, “Where the hell are your panties, darlin’?”

Y/N giggled, her mind still very fuzzy from the alcohol, “Wasn’t wearing any… wondered how long it’d take you to find out.” She rocked her hips forward so her clit bumped perfectly against his fingers. She whined at the contact, repeating the movement again, before Logan retreated his hand back to her thigh.

“Babygirl, you’ve had a lot to drink tonight, are you okay to do this right now?” He glanced at the traffic light ahead of them - still red - before his eyes met hers again. Y/N’s eyes were locked onto her lover, giving him a firm nod. Y/N would be lying if she didn’t admit she liked drinking a little bit too much and then convincing Logan to fuck her. He muttered a quiet fuck, before he noticed the bright green light ahead of them. “Can you wait until we’re home, doll?”

Y/N shook her head, “I want you Logan… I need you.” Her hands began to guide Logan’s back up her skirt. He was used to driving with one hand on the wheel and one on Y/N’s thigh, but he knew that they’d have to pull over before they took things too far. Thankfully, there was a secluded road they’d be coming up on soon. Logan brushed his fingers through her folds, already so wet for him. He chuckled quietly, before taking his lover’s clit between his middle and index fingers, rubbing it in small circles. The sensation was like electricity running through Y/N’s body. “Fuck… that feels so good, Lo, please… keep going.”

After what seemed like an eternity of teasing, they finally got far enough onto the wooded road that cars passing wouldn’t be able to see them. Logan pulled over to the side of the road, retracting his hand again from Y/N’s heat, this time to put the truck in park before shutting off the ignition. Once the car’s lights were off, Logan made quick work to adjust the seat back to give Y/N space, before unbuckling both hers and his own seatbelts and pulling her over the center console so she was straddling his lap. He pulled her close into a very heated kiss with one hand, while his other squeezed her ass gently. “You’re so fucking perfect for me,” he mumbled into the kiss, earning him a needy moan from her mouth. Y/N’s hands clumsily attempted to undo Logan’s belt, between the alcohol running through her system and her head buzzing with desire, it took her a moment. Eventually, she got the belt undone, and she had an easier time with his jeans, wrapping her fingers under the waistband of his pants and his boxers and tugging down on them. Logan lifted his hips slightly, pulling the clothing down the rest of the way. His cock rested against her core for a moment before he slowly pushed into her, drawing a string of pleasured noises from his beautiful girlfriend.

“Fuck… you’re so tight, babygirl…” 

“You’re so fucking big, Lo…”

Logan grabbed Y/N’s hips, bunching her miniskirt up in the process. He rocked her back and forth on his cock, pulling more moans and gasps from her lips. He loved the way she sounded. Y/N began to fuck herself onto his cock in rhythm with him, holding onto his shoulders for support. Logan took the opportunity to gently press his thumb against her clit, drawing gentle circles around the small muscle. Y/N’s walls tightened at the sensation, earning a low moan out of Logan’s mouth. His pace sped up just slightly, which was just enough for Y/N to start coming undone in his hands.

“Please… just like that, Lo, please don’t stop..!”

“That’s it… good girl, I wanna make you cum.”

“I’m so close, please Logan..!”

He loved the way she said his name, so much desperation coming from her sweet lips. He moved his free hand from her hip to the back of her neck, pulling her into a needy kiss. He kept his pace, but his hips began to move with a harder intensity, fucking Y/N like his life depended on it. She moaned into his mouth, before breaking away, nearly screaming his name.

“Fuck, Logan… Logan, I’m cumming!”

“That’s it, cum for me, babygirl, you’re doing so good…”

Y/N’s nails dug into Logan’s shoulders as she began to ride out her orgasm, her insides contracting around his cock, and her legs squeezing around his hips. Logan’s own orgasm followed quickly, spilling warm cum inside of Y/N, who was still wrapped tightly around him. They took a few moments to enjoy the afterglow, sharing a few kisses and pressing their foreheads against each other’s, taking their time to catch their breath. Y/N reached over to the window on the driver’s side door, drawing a small heart in the fogged-up glass. Logan watched her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

 After a moment, he slowly pulled out, then grabbed one of his flannels that he had left in the backseat of his truck and cleaned off Y/N’s thighs. Usually, he’d pull her panties back onto her after he filled her up, but she had decided not to wear any. He folded the flannel a few times, and placed it on the passenger seat - he was going to need to wash it anyways since he cleaned her up with it. He lifted her off of his lap, and got her settled back in the passenger seat, buckling her seatbelt again, and giving her a kiss.

“I love you, princess.”

“I love you too, Lo.”

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thank you for reading! if this fic seems rushed it's because it is, i need sleep but i also wanted to get this done. i hope you enjoyed!

[runa-falls]

my ex’s tapes

summary: you and basil broke up, and now, you're seeing some other guy. but basil just can't get over you. and you know it.

pairing: ex!basil stitt x reader, fwb!jake lockley x reader

rating: explicit (18+)

cw: dub-con, smut, creep!basil, voyeurism, stalking tendencies, piv sex, virtual!cucking, m!masturbation, no aftercare, angst

wc: 1.5k

a/n: this fic was originally for someone else, but basil just fit the vibes so much more!! and yeah, the poll ran for less than 10 hours BUT 🤷🏻‍♀️ im impatient. y'all know me, i can't hold on to a finished draft for more than a day -- so this is this, take it or leave it.

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He sighs as he opens up his laptop.

It’s depressing, he’s depressing -- disgusting.

A hot veil of shame washes over him as the monitoring app automatically opens for him as he logs in. A reminder of his dirty habits. And yet, for some reason, it makes it that much hotter.

The screen brightens as the program displays the soft pinkness of your bedroom. A small smile quirks at his lips as he spots you laying prettily in your mini nightgown, sprawled out on your bed, as you idly text someone on your phone. 

A quick ping makes Basil switch programs and scan over your conversation.

Jake: be there in 5

You: ok! text me when you arrive :)

It’s like clockwork.

Every Friday he comes over, fucks you into the mattress then leaves before he can fall asleep next to you.

What a piece of shit, leaving someone like you alone at night. 

You deserve better. You deserve someone like him. Someone that will cuddle you to sleep and wake you up with a cup of coffee, or kiss every inch of your body while telling you how perfect you are.

And for a moment you did have him–but then your friends went and fucked everything up.  

Despite all the shit he did for you, you weren’t satisfied, or rather, your friends weren’t satisfied. Apparently, his idea of protection and security was overbearing and controlling. And he was being clingy because he wanted to spend time with you. They’ve been filling your mind with bullshit ever since you introduced him to them. 

Basil easily concluded that you were pressured into breaking up with him. That you aren’t really done with him–you’re just waiting for the right time to get back together. That’s his excuse as to why his cameras and safety initiatives are still in place. Because you’re still his.

A feminine giggle pulls Basil from his thoughts and back to what he was doing. He alt-tabs back to the security cameras, eyes immediately darkening at the image of you clinging onto Jake’s shoulders as he effortlessly carries you into the room.

An ugly weight pulls at his stomach when he sees you happily draped around another man. That should be him coming home to you, carrying you to your bedroom to show you his love. 

You’re plopped onto your bed with a squeak, bouncing slightly before pushing yourself up to eagerly crawl over to your hook-up. As you straddle yourself over Jake, he immediately starts to work his mouth over your topless chest. 

Basil’s hand brushes over his twitching bulge as your back arches prettily to push yourself further against Jake's lips. Encouraging gasps and sighs fill the room as he nips at your sensitive buds. Your breath quickens as a hand drags up your body to fist at your throat. He sucks harshly at your skin, leaving a pattern of faint bruises and teeth marks along your soft skin.

Your nearly naked figure moves lithely over his clothed body, already getting off on anything you can get your hands on. Basil watches hungrily as your hips roll fluidly over Jake’s lap, cunt barely covered by a flimsy pair of underwear. He pushes against his erection when he sees your blissed-out expression, imagining it’s him that’s making you this desperate. 

With a quick motion, Jake pushes you away to unbutton his pants, making sure to only push them down enough to free himself. You suck on your lip as you watch a bead of precum roll over the silken skin of his cock. You wish you could have a taste but that’s not how Jake likes it. 

Jake tilts his head as he considers you on his lap, cockily taking in the way your hungry eyes drink him in. With a light tap on your thigh, he commands you to move, “Get into position, sweetheart.” 

You climb off of him and settle yourself at the top of the bed, swiftly getting on all fours to present yourself to him. His hand grazes over your ass, clutching the softness before dipping into the heat of your center.

The soft fabric of your underwear is shoved to the side, exposing your glistening cunt to the room. Basil audibly groans as he catches a glimpse of your dripping hole, remembering how hot and tight you are. Your body is built perfectly to wrap around him. 

Jake lazily slides himself along the seam of your cunt, humming lightly as he soaks himself in your slick. “Look at this weepy pussy…”  You let out a breath as you relax your body against him, enjoying the gentle way he rocks over you. “You’re so messy for me.” Your body buzzes as his cock nudges against your clit with every stroke, fogging your mind with intoxicating pleasure. 

You don’t expect it when Jake’s hips abruptly snap up into you with one smooth motion, quickly filling you to the brim with a stinging stretch. The rough texture of his jeans chafes against the back of your thighs as his legs push harshly over you. You whine as your face is shoved into a pillow, barely allowing you a second of fresh air. 

Basil grips himself over his sweatpants as he watches your body struggle to get used to the sensation of being filled, legs shaking as you attempt to hold yourself up for him.

Jake easily ignores your trembling and immediately starts to pound into you, strategically angling himself to continuously prod against the electrifying spot inside of you. Despite the sharp sobs dripping from your lips, he knows you love it. Being treated like this. Like a toy. 

Basil strokes himself as he watches your greedy cunt swallow another man's cock, effortlessly moving back and forth with each thrust. He can feel his cock desperately throb for you as the filthy sound of your slick sopping down your thighs travels through the camera’s microphone. What he would do to taste you right now, the zingy flavor of your lust on his tongue.

Though he can’t see your face, he can tell you’re already close. It’s the way your body stiffens ever so slightly like you’re holding yourself back from reaching nirvana. He hates how your moans are muffled by the pink pillow. He craves to hear how your noises crescendo as you near the edge, how you crumble as pleasure takes over your body.

You almost feel like you might collapse from the aggressive way Jake drives into you. Jake’s calloused fingers grip bruises into your hips as he pushes and pulls you onto him, setting an unbeatable rhythm that you can barely keep up with.

Jake’s motions briefly stutter as your cunt grips around him. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, barely able to process his words as he continues to fuck into you. “Mm…Your cunt flutters so–fuck–sweetly around me. You gonna cum baby?” Your legs threaten to give in as molten heat rapidly blooms in your stomach, pulling you toward your peak. 

You cry out as he begins to drive himself impossibly deeper into you, slowing down when you fail to answer him. His chest vibrates against your back as he growls behind your ear, “Too stupid to speak? I asked you a question, honey.” 

With another nudge of his hips, you sputter out a response. “A-ah, yes—I’m so close, sir.” 

“That’s what I thought.” 

Basil’s sweats are messily shoved halfway down his thighs as he watches your tired body move bonelessly along with each movement of Jake’s hips. The stroke of his hand moves in sync with yours, cock leaking as he grips himself tightly to conceptualize the feeling of being inside of you. 

The rawness of your climax causes your body to writhe underneath Jake and you involuntarily start pulling away from his cock as your cunt convulses with ecstasy. 

Basil’s eyes squeeze shut as he’s coaxed into his release by your soft muffled whimpers. His hand works quickly along the length of himself as he rides it out, effectively spreading his mess with his hand and on the tops of his thighs.

Jake groans as you ​​suck him in, hands shoving you further into the mattress as you’re unable to control the way your body flutters and jerks around him. With one last push, he spills into you, coating your walls in warmth before pulling out.

Basil watches as Jake steps out of the room after murmuring something about a towel, leaving you there panting in the middle of your bed.

Alone.

You slowly turn over to your back, pushing your hair out of your face as you come down from your orgasm, face thoroughly flushed from exertion. His heavy eyes admire you from afar, wishing he could join you on the bed and hold you against him. 

He takes one last glance at you before reluctantly closing the laptop. 

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You reach upwards with your arms pulled taut and stretch your body until you feel light-headed. Though you enjoy being fucked from behind, your back is always left sore from arching so deeply. Jake is fine. Good even. But that’s it. 

You’ve tried your hardest to ignore it, but something’s been missing from your life. Or someone.

Your eyelashes shadow over your gaze as you subtly glance at the stuffed kitten on your shelf. Your heart flutters when you notice the faint red light on its collar blinking right back at you. 

He’s still there.

[wardenparker]

The Unbearable Weight of Perfection, ch 10

Javi Gutierrez x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

When an accident of fate throws Javi G into the path of his soulmate, his instinct is to dive in head first. Adjusting to life as the fated partner of someone you barely know is going to be harder than either of you suspect, but anything worth having is worth working for. Isn't it?

(This story is heavily inspired by the lovely house museums that I work in every day and the fantastic few months that HBO was using our houses to film a TV show in fall! I spent each day on that set in wonder and I can't wait to share the experience with all of you through this story.)

Rating: M for Mature but this blog is always 18+ Word Count: 7.8k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this story include: Cursing, alcohol, food, references to abusive family members -- i.e. Lucas, discussion of money/finances.* Talk of pregnancy/family planning. Workplace accident. Hospital trip. Summary: Billie confides worries to you, and there is an accident on set that leads everyone to do a little introspective thinking. Notes: It's a check in with the besties this week! Please enjoy this week's beautiful chapter photo: the Great Hall at the Breakers.

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7 ~ Ch 8 ~ Ch 9

Wednesday, June 11, 2025

Sitting with your sketchbook in the trailer you share with Javi when you’re not needed on set has become normal. It’s almost lunch and then you’ll go join people at craft services, but for right now you’ll enjoy sitting patiently in your trailer with some music playing and your pencils and markers close at hand. Tamara asked if you could make her a dress in the same material you’re wearing so you’re awash with new ideas.

The knock on the trailer door is soft, almost hesitant. Pausing before the it opens after you call for whoever is on the other side to come in. The light from outside is bright and sunny, making Billie blink as she steps up into room. “Hey?”

“Hey gorgeous!” You set your sketchbook aside immediately. “I didn’t know you were here today! Come on in.”

“Sorry to just drop by.” She sends you a small smile. “Are you busy?”

“Of course not,” you wave her in and instantly reach for the nearby mini fridge where you keep cold drinks because Javi is obsessed with ice-cold drinks now that he lives in America. “I’m never too busy for you, you know that.”

She accept the coke and sit down on the other side of the sofa. “Thanks.” She doesn’t open it, just toys with the little tab to open as she tries to figure out how to ask you.

“Bill…?” You get up long enough to make sure the trailer door is completely shut before going back to sit across from her. Legs crossed and ears open. “Is everything okay?”

She opens her mouth to reassure you, to make that instant look of worry on your face go away. “Has Alex talked to you about me?” Is what comes out instead.

“A little.” So that is what this is about. You’re curious, but not about to pry. It’s been a few weeks since the pool party and they’ve been on a few dates, but as far as you know nothing too deep has happened. “He’s told me how much he likes you, and we talked a little about things you like when he was fishing for date ideas.”

“Does he- complain?” She bites her lip, worrying it between her teeth. The can rolls nervously in her hands for something to do. She wants to pace, but quite frankly the trailer is too small.

“What?” Shocked by that idea, you reek back and sit up straight. “Oh my God, no. Not at all. What would you think that?”

“We haven’t had sex yet.” Billie rushes out, blushing furiously and ducking her head down. She’s wanted to, but she’s just not been able to go through with it.

“Oh. Um…okay…” Shifting slightly where you sit, you teeter with the idea for a few seconds before getting up and going to sit next to your cousin instead. “Are you upset about it because you want to or because you don’t want to?”

“I want to….” She admits, rolling her eyes at herself. “I really fucking want to.” Alex had obviously wanted to last night when they were making out on his fucking gorgeous leather sofa, but the second he had reached for her pants, she had panicked.

"Okay," you gently rub one hand up and down her back. "What's stopping you, then?"

She groans softly and drops her head into her hand. “Disappointment.”

"In Alex?" Your shoulders raise a little and you frown. "What did he do?"

“No.” She shakes her head quickly and looks at you. “I’m afraid that he might be disappointed in me.”

"I seriously doubt that." But of course everyone has hang ups. It's only fair, and Billie is only human. But you refuse to believe that there could be enough 'wrong' with your cousin for a sweet guy like Alex to be disappointed in her. "Talk to me, honey. I'm not sure what you mean."

“I—” it’s stupid. “My ex hated sex with me.” She admits. “Said that it reminded him every time that we weren’t soulmates.”

"Well that's bullshit," you huff, nose wrinkling in distaste. This seems like a drink-in-hand conversation but there isn't any liquor around and it's still before noon, so you pop the top on your soda and encourage her to do the same. "But you're worried Alex will feel the same?"

“I have a birthmark. A very vivid one.” She huffs, knowing that she’s never told any of the cousins and had sworn her parents to secrecy when she realized it at a young age. “Can’t even cover it up with a bush.”

"Ah...so it's...in his face? So to speak?" That...would certainly be a reminder to someone who is self conscious about sleeping with someone other than their soul mate.

“Yeah. And Alex is pretty fucking perfect.” The slow pace of the relationship has been amazing and he’s given her amazing conversation and interactions. Completely different from the first misunderstanding, she’s quickly falling for him and that terrifies her.

"Have you thought about talking to him about this?" Seeing her this torn up isn't something you would wish on anybody, but the fact that Billie hasn't just talked to Alex yet actually worries you a little. She's always been a fairly straightforward person, even when that meant the time when you were seven that she told you your headband looked like an alien's eyes. She's honest, which means she must be really twisted up about the whole situation.

“What can I say?” She snorts. “Sorry every time you see me naked you’re gonna remember I’m not your soulmate?” She asks. “This man is looking for forever and I’m not it.”

“How do you know?” You ask her honestly. “Have you seen him naked already?”

She scoffs. “Yeah, like that’s a possibility.” She closes her eyes. “Be for real. And I just- I really like him.”

“Okay, maybe he isn’t your soulmate. Maybe he is. We don’t know.” Personally, you think it would be pretty incredible and you’re not willing to count it out ��� especially after one of the PAs showed up to set yesterday glowing with the news that his mechanic is his soulmate and they’re getting married next weekend. This production seems charmed to bring people together and you would love for Billie and Alex to join those ranks. “There’s no reason you can’t love somebody and be with somebody that isn’t your soulmate, honey. You know that.”

She was so hurt by the things that her ex said that she has her doubts even though she knows you’re right. “Maybe I should just stop seeing him.” The mere thought makes her want to cry and for a split second, she regrets ever meeting Alex Powell.

“No you shouldn’t.” That’s a terrible thing to say but you know it’s just out of fear, so instead of reeling back you hug her close to your side. “But I do think you should talk to him about why you’re scared.”

“Do you know how horrible it’s going be when the way he looks at me changes?” Now tears start to slide down her cheeks. “I think I’ve fallen in love with him.”

“I don’t think it’s going to be as bad as you fear, babe.” To have your crying cousin on your couch breaks your heart, especially because you are so sure that things would be okay if she just talked to him. Alex has been nothing but sweet, attentive, and open with her. It has resulted in a lot of deeply goofy moments on set and in your group of friends, but the end result is always the same. They seem completely crazy about each other. “I’d bet anything in the world that he feels the same way about you. You guys seem so in tune.”

“Until he sees that fucking birthmark.” She chokes out, hating the universe right now.

"Billie, be totally honest with me," you nudge your cousin so she'll actually look up. "What is the percentage possibility that your ex was just a giant fuckwad and the birth mark is perfectly fine? Because I'm leaning toward that being the case."

This is why she has come to you. You always seem to knock some sense into her. Balance her out when she’s adrift. “He did cheat.” She admits after a moment. “Because her tits were bigger.”

"I'm confused, then." Your face twists when you look at her because you're trying not to frown. You're not judging her. Hell no. You're judging the bastard that mistreated her. "Why are we considering anything he said?"

“Because…” she bites her lip and sighs heavily. “What if he’s right?” She voices the very vivid fear quietly, as if speaking it too loud would make it happen.

"I just don't think he is." But your own feelings about it aside, you let Billie practically crawl into your lap and hug her tight. "But the question is...do you like him enough to take the chance?"

“God, does it mean I don’t if I say no?” She doesn’t even want to think about that. “No, I like him so much that I’m about to have a breakdown.” She chokes out a hollow laugh.

If you could fix everything in the world for her right here and now, you would. But this is something she has to do for herself. "I know I sound like a broken record, Bill, but you have to talk to him."

“I know.” She had known that before she ever knocked on this door. She just needed to hear it said aloud by someone she trusts.

"I love you so much," you promise her, hugging her fiercely. "And if he breaks your heart I'm going to kick his ass."

She laughs, throwing her head back and feeling so much better about it all. “I’m so glad you walked into my shop.” She huffs, hugging you back. “You know exactly what to say.”

“I missed the hell out of you,” you remind her, feeling a little lighter just to see her smile again. You can’t completely predict what will happen between her and Alex, but they both deserve happiness and love and all you can do is hope they find it together. “And I’m so grateful to have you back in my life.”

“Me too.” When you are kids, you don’t think about those connections until they are gone. “Have you heard from your mom since you’ve been back?” She’s aware of the disastrous meeting, but you had been vague about the aftermath.

“Not yet.” And if you’re honest? You’re dreading it. Like really, deeply dreading it. “I’m half afraid she’s going to show up at the house or something, but the. I remember how little effort she’s made since Dad died and I know she won’t bother.”

“Does she even know where you live?” She asks seriously, “other than just, Los Angelas?” She snorts and waves her hand. “Pretty big city after all.”

"I don't think so." Which would be a comfort, if you didn't know how petty she can be. "But Gillian Miller -- do you remember her? -- she knows Javi's last name. I can see my mom being awful enough to track us down if she thought she could get something out of it."

“Then keep the gate closed when the construction workers aren’t there.” She suggests.

"Fair enough." It's good advice, you have to give her that. Hopefully it will never be necessary for your or Javi's safety and security, but it is good advice. "Do you want to come to lunch with me and Jav? Maybe or maybe not eat with your boyfriend that's crazy about you?"

She worries her bottom lip again. “I had hoped to get an invite to craft services.” She admits with a small grin.

"Come on, gorgeous." One last squeeze now that you're both feeling a little lighter, and you aim your cousin toward the trailer door. "Let me just text Javi that we'll meet him there."

“That sounds good.” She twists her fingers and sets the unopened drink down. “Alex should be on set today, at least I think he was supposed to be on set.”

"He is." You had thought that was why she was here but apparently not. "Which means he should be at lunch. Maybe you can talk to him after if you're ready?"

“I had come to apologize.” She admits softly. “For leaving yesterday. I- uh, kind of ditched him last night when things got heavy.” Her brows lift suggestively.

Your shoulders drop immediately in sympathy. "Billie. Honey, you need to talk to him."

“I knooooooooow.” She sighs, closing her eyes. “He must hate me right now.”

"Honey, it's Alex," you remind her gently. "He's probably worried you hate him."

“How could I hate him?” Her eyes widen and immediately fill with worry. “He’s amazing, probably the best man I’ve ever met, besides dad and Javi.”

"Well then." Pushing the door open, you usher her through with a grin. "Go tell him that."

Feeling so much lighter than she had when she entered the trailer, Billie practically skips down the steps and nearly bounds into a PA rushing by. “Oh sorry!” She calls out.

"Outta the way!" The man calls in return, not even stopping to look as he sprints toward the front door of the museum.

“Holy shit.” She looks towards you with her brows raised. “His pants were on fire.”

"I wonder what happened?" One PA running across the lawn isn't much to sniff at. Maybe he was late. Maybe one of the demanding producers wanted coffee. Who knows?

“Probably got yelled at for something he missed.” She theorizes before she shrugs.

"Probably." You agree, just seconds before you notice someone else running for the house at top speed. "...That's...that's a coincidence, right?"

“No.” For some reason, Billie’s heart drops down to her toes and she’s sure something is horribly wrong. “No, it’s not!” She gasps out as she darts towards the house herself.

There is no choice but to sprint after her, doing your best to run and to pull your phone out to text Javi at the same time. You know they’re shooting in the library today, and you simultaneously are terrified that a person may have gotten hurt but also that something could have happened to that precious, gorgeous room.

Dread curls in her stomach as she races toward the mansion. “Oh god, oh god.” She can’t explain it, but her heart is racing.

All movement in the house when you reach it seems to be heading back toward the library and you follow Billie directly on her heels. The crew are all calling to each other in a shorthand that neither you or she understands and there is too much movement to parcel things out at first, but through the crowd you catch sight of Tamara and wave to her.

Billie hears you and changes course, aware that she can’t get in the way but she needs to be here. “What’s going on?” She demands, after shoving her way through people standing about.

"Everyone is okay." Tamara starts, though she can see from your and Billie's faces that you don't quite believe her. "The medic took a look and said everybody's okay. They've just got him on the stretcher as a precaution."

Billie’s face drains of all life and she whips her head around. “Alex?” She knows that he had said he was filming with Tamara today and she’s immediately leaving your side to rush over and demand they let her through.

"Let her through, please." Alex's voice isn't particularly strong, but that's to be expected right now. He's propped up on the set medic's stretcher and still feeling a bit fuzzy. When Billie doesn't appear immediately he tries to turn but the medic touches his shoulder to keep him in one place while he's reading the movie star's vitals. "Baby?"

“I’m here.” She’s not gentle as she pushes through the people surrounding Alex. Breaking through with a worried expression on her face that blossoms further when she finally sets eyes on her boyfriend. “Oh god. Are you okay?” She demands, nearly breaking down into tears.

“I’ll be fine.” It’s a promise he intends to keep, although he knows there’s current a decent sized bump on his head and he’s lying on a stretcher. But he’s more worried about his girlfriend worrying than anything else. “You think a falling prop is gonna keep me from living a life of shenanigans and swagger?” His hand cups her cheek and he smiles. “No way in hell.”

“Oh God.” She huffs. “A prop fell on you?” Her fingers are gentle, probing his head gently and she clicks her tongue when she feels the large goose egg on his skull. “Baby…” she whines softly before she swallows. “It’s a good thing you have a hard head.” She jokes weakly, eyes sparkling with fresh tears.

“It’s probably just a concussion.” Alex echoes the set medic’s opinion, but he can’t hide his relief at a small doting moment with Billie. After last night he was convinced she was mad at him but he couldn’t figure out what the hell he had done wrong.

“Then you can’t be alone.” She blurts out, nodding almost to herself before she looks over the medic to get his confirmation. “He can’t be alone, right? With a concussion?” She looks back at him. “Natasha Richardson didn’t pay attention to a concussion and died.”

“That’s right.” The medic nods in turn. “We’re gonna take him to the hospital just to make sure there’s nothing we missed, and he’ll need some rest time.” He looks between the two of them. “You live with him? If you don’t, you might plan to stay the week to keep an eye on him.”

Alex opens his mouth, probably to protest that he doesn’t need to be coddled or watched like a toddler, but she answers before he can. “I’ll stay with him.” She reaches up for his hands and squeezes them gently after she takes them. “I’m staying with you.” She repeats firmly.

“Coming to the hospital too?” He asks, suddenly a lot more amenable to the idea if it means Billie is going to dote on him. Does he need a babysitter? Of course not. But he does like having her there.

“Yes.” Plans to have lunch with you are off the table. This takes precedence. “I’ll follow the ambulance so you have a ride home.”

He’s jostled a little as the medic starts to roll the stretcher down the hall, but Alex holds on to Billie’s hand. “Thought you were mad at me…” he mumbles, feeling stupid about the whole thing.

“No.” She feels worse, ashamed that he had thought he was the problem. “No, I’m mad at me.”

“Wanna explain that to me later when I’m a little less concussed?” He asks, big smile trying its to make her smile right along with him.

“Yeah.” Her smile isn’t as bright, but he she lifts his hand up and kisses the back of it. “First I’m gonna spoil you.” She promises. “You deserve it after being hurt.”

“I did it to myself,” he admits, but pauses to flash a thumbs up at you and Tamara and Javi as he’s pushed past.

“How did you make a prop fall on your head?” She snorts shaking her head. Production will have a shit fit, especially with one of their principal actors being taken out of action for a few days.

“I was distracted,” he admits, though he leaves out that he was distracted trying to figure out what he had done wrong. “And I walked right the fuck into one of the dummy walls. It teetered, knocked a plant off a shelf, and the plant fell on my head.”

“Oh god.” She presses her lips together so she doesn’t smile or laugh, knowing that it’s not funny that he’s hurt. “Baby, you have to be careful.”

“Good advice,” he smirks at her as they hit the front door. “For an hour ago.”

She snorts, giggling quietly behind her hand while the other is still firmly in his. It’s a good damn thing the door is oversized double doors because she is not letting him go.

“Text us from the hospital!” You call after them, and thankfully get a thumbs up from your cousin as they leave the house.

“He will be okay.” Javi knows that as much as you pretend Alex annoys you, you love your friend. He has become very dear to you.

“He’s not hurt too badly, right?” Javi and Tamara had explained what happened, but you’d only gotten a glance at Alex as he passed by. Not enough to assure you that he really is okay.

“He was knocked out for a second.” Javi admits with a wince. “But he came to almost right away.”

“Shit…” you breathe, shaking your head.

“He’s been off all day.” Javi admits with a soft sigh. “They need to check him closely. He’s been missing marks, forgetting lines.”

“It…might have something to do with Billie,” you tell them quietly, holding in an apologetic cringe. “They…I guess last night didn’t go well and he might have thought she was upset with him.”

He frowns for a moment and then remembers the text that you had sent him. He hadn’t looked at it until you were sending him another text. “Did she say something to you?”

“Yeah, she came to our trailer to talk to me about it.” You don’t want to say too much since it was a private conversation, it seems like Alex was as distracted and upset as Billie was. “But judging from the way she was glued to his side on the way out of here, I have a feeling they’ll be okay.”

“I hope so.” Javi pulls you close, needing to touch you after being upset and there being an injury on set. “I like them together.”

“I do too.” The comfort of his arms is a welcome thing right now, and you sink against him happily. “I do too, cariño.”

******

Even if he’s settled into his room after arriving and the hospital and had a CT scan - it’s amazing how quick a movie studio can get medical orders expedited - Billie still fusses over him. Smoothing down the blanket after he’s been changed into a gown by the nursing staff, waiting outside at their insistence, and fluffing the pillow behind his head.

“Babe.” Alex catches her hand when Billie goes to fix his pillow for the third time, and smiles softly. “I’m okay. I promise.”

“But you could have not been okay.” Her voice is quiet, his hand warm and comforting and she glances into his eyes.

“To apologize.” She closes her eyes but leans into him as he puts his arm around her. There aren’t any cords or IVs to tangle up, so she doesn’t hesitate.

"I wanted to apologize too," he tells her, pressing a kiss in her hair and one on her cheek when she lifts her head. "I know you want to take things slow and I'm sorry if you felt pressured. I...got a little enthusiastic."

“No, it’s not you.” She takes a deep breath. “It was completely me. Fuck, every other woman in the world would call me crazy for running off last night.”

Alex blows out a breath but doesn't shake his head. The doctor told him to keep steady and he's trying to be good. "I don't care about every other woman in the world. I care about you."

That makes her feel better, a little braver and she thinks about what you said. “My last relationship….it didn’t end well.” She explains. “And I’ve been a little shy about taking that step because of that.”

Alex immediately frowns, searching Billie's face with concern. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

“Not physically.” She shakes her head, wanting to reassure him. “It was emotional.”

"Baby." He hugs her tight to his side with both arms, pushing out a breath instead of making any kind of sound. He knows it can come across as sounding like he's upset at her and that isn't the case at all. "I'm so sorry."

“It’s not your fault.” She huffs. “It’s just—” she bites her lip. “I’ve got a noticeable mark on me. One that he couldn’t stand to see, and he let me know it every time.”

"He got mad about your birthmark?" He knows she has one. She's mentioned it before. But he didn't figure it could be anything to speak of -- he's seen her in a bikini and it was covered up.

“Yeah.” She swallows. “Some times he would just refuse to touch me and look at me like I was disgusting.”

"You did nothing to deserve that kind of treatment." Alex wracks his brain, trying to remember if Billie had given him any information about this guy -- like his name or where he lives. He absolutely would show up on the asshole's doorstep. "And I'm so sorry you went through it. Anybody lucky enough to have you should be thanking god every day for the privilege."

That makes her feel better. “When you— I just froze and panicked and took out my issues on you.” She turns her head. “I’m so sorry.”

"Thank you for explaining." He's playing with her fingers slightly, holding her hand but also tracing the lines in her palm with his fingertips because she told him once that it was soothing for her. "Apology accepted, sweetheart. And I am sorry that I pressured you. I'll wait as long as you need to be comfortable."

“It’s not because I don’t want to.” She promises. “I mean, you’re…you.” She snorts. “Sexy, charming, kind.” It’s sad to say but before her ex, she probably would have jumped into bed with him the first day.

"I would toss my hair," Alex teases. "But that would go against doctor's orders."

She laughs softly, feeling like that dread was just a figment of her imagination. The boogeyman under the bed that turned out to be a doll. “Don’t want to disobey doctor’s orders.” She hums.

"Which also means I can't fall asleep for a while." They don't tell people to stay awake for 24full hours anymore, but rest still needs to be monitored. Alex's doc had recommended he stay awake as long as he could manage.

“Since I’m staying over, we can stay awake together.” She knows that he can’t be too active or stressed, but maybe he won’t mind. “Stay up late, swapping manly stories.” She pulls out her old impression of Donkey from Shrek. “And in the mornin’, I’m makin’ waffles.”

"Ooooo. waffles." Alex's eyes go wide. "We missed lunch because I was an idiot."

“Are you hungry?” She asks immediately, sitting up.

"Not enough that I want you to leave," he pouts, hugging her closer. He can wait until they serve dinner. He'd much rather have Billie at his side.

“I can order DoorDash to the room?” She offers with a sly grin. “You aren’t on any restrictions.”

"Smart." He lights up and grins. "My baby is so fucking smart."

She grins and turns to kiss his cheek. “Let me grab my phone out of my purse and we will decide what we want to order, okay?”

“Baby…” She’s across the room when he looks up at her again, with concern and hope written across his features. When Billie looks up questioningly, he gulps back nerves. “What does your birthmark look like?”

Her face falls, knowing that everything will change once he knows what it’s like. But she has to trust him to not be like him. “It’s a strawberry colored mark.” She tells him. “Right here.” Pointing to right above her mound, where hair refuses to grow because of it, so she couldn’t hide it if she wanted to.

Alex’s lips press into a thin line, his whole body tightening in an instant. “Is it, um…” he’s all but holding his breath so even his voice is tight, but his eyes are wide. “Is it shaped almost like a star?”

“…Yeeaaaaaah.” She draws out slowly, confused. “How did you know that?”

“Do you remember how I told you I never do nude scenes?” He asks, just as slowly. It has been a conversational point early on but he has sort of skirted the topic.

“Yeah?” She had honestly just imagined that he wasn’t as big as he would like it known. Or maybe his circumcision wasn’t perfect. Whatever it was, it was his decision to put his body on screen and she didn’t judge him for it.

“It’s…because I have a mark from my soulmate.” He swallows hard and blinks fast, resting to keep himself from overreacting. Or at least from reacting too early. Until it’s confirmed, he doesn’t want to freak out.

She’s not stupid, but the implication sails right over her head. “Oh.” She hums, biting her lip and bringing her phone back over to the bed to sit down. She pats his hand gently. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as mine.” She snorts.

“Baby.” He almost laughs but manages to stifle it. That would be awful, to make her feel like she’s being laughed at. “I’m saying…we might have the same mark.”

“What?” She freezes for a second, gaping at him. “No, no, I couldn’t be that fucking lucky.” She huffs, shaking her head. “You must have really knocked the shit out of yourself.” Still, just the thought that he had thought that deserves a kiss and she drops one on his lips quickly. “You are so fucking sweet.”

“I’m not trying to be weird and get you to look at my junk,” he clarifies, laughing at himself a little. “But don’t you think it’s worth checking?” The ache in his chest is pronounced because he loves her so fucking much — he fell so fast and so hard and he’s been holding himself back the last few weeks so he wouldn’t spook her. She deserved that. Common decency.

“Should I show you mine?” She asks, “or would you rather show me yours.” Her mouth is suddenly dry and she doesn’t know what to think.

“Whichever you’re more comfortable with.” He doesn’t know which he’d prefer. He might not care. Right now what he cares about is finding it if it’s true.

“I-“ she searches his eyes. “Show me yours?” If it doesn’t match, she can probably hide her disappointment better than she can swallow seeing whatever plays across his face.

“Okay.” He nods slowly but clears his throat. “Just…” His cheeks are red with embarrassment. “I’m a grower not a shower, okay?”

She smirks and tilts her head to the side as she watches him fluster. “Baby, you can’t help that anymore than I can help how big my tits are.”

“I’m just sayin’,” he protests, but still moves the blanket that he’s been sitting under for a few hours now.

“You don’t have to show me it all.” She reminds him, finding it absolutely adorable that he’s defensive about this. “You know when a guy just shows the base of his cock? That’s so fucking hot.”

“I’m sure placating me, but at the moment I’m not sure I care.” He huffs at himself, uses the blanket as cover to arrange his hand into some level of modesty because he still refuses to pressure her into any kind of intimacy she isn’t ready for, and finally pushes the blanket aside again. The pink, star-like mark is obvious and not small by any means, but it’s right there. “It showed up when I was four,” he explains. “So I know it’s my soulmate’s.”

Four. Alex is four years older than she is. The mark is identical to hers, making her fingers itch to reach out and touch the mark, but she can’t do that. Instead, she’s leaning back, pulling her shirt up and pulling her leggings and panties down to show him the mark she has carried since birth.

“Well…” Alex hiccups, the tears welling up in his eyes. He may put on a tough guy front, but this is his soulmate. “I,um…oh my god, baby…” is all he can say as he reaches for her.

“We match.” She manages to whisper, her chin wobbling as she realizes that she doesn’t have to worry about him being disgusted by a mark that they don’t share. A visual reminder of being incompatible according to the universe. “I can’t believe it.” She chokes out right before they come together in a kiss.

“I love you.” It comes out of his mouth so fast that it’s mumbled against her lips but he won’t apologize this time and he’s certainly not going to take it back.

She hears it, but she’s not pulling away to question it. Instead she’s cupping his cheek gently and humming against his lips in return. “Love you too.” It’s right, and perfect and making her feel just as dizzy as he must feel right now.”

******

“Finally got a text from Billie,” you announce, setting the platter of grilled chicken beside the large bowl of Caesar salad and tray of garlic bread on the table by the pool. Jason and Moira came over after shooting wrapped early for the day and Javi had suggested relaxing to try to diffuse some of the worry while you waited for news about Alex. “All of his scans can back clear. Just a concussion, no complications.”

“Oh thank god.” Moira instinctively leans towards Jason, unsure what she would do if he had been the one injured. Although she’s not been told about a soulmate connection, it’s obvious they are crazy about each other. “I can’t believe he was hurt.”

“I know she blames herself, but it was just an accident.” You pour yourself a drink from the pitcher of iced tea in the table and dour back as everyone starts to serve themselves. “At least he’s okay.”

“Why would she blame herself?” She frowns, reaching do the garlic toast and splitting a piece with Jason. He’s got a shirtless scene coming up and he has been cutting back on carbs.

“They had a…” Not quite a fight, but you don’t know what to call it. “A miscommunication, I guess? Last night. And they were both upset.”

“Oh….” Jason winced as his soulmate lets out a knowing sigh. “I know that she has to be upset, but Alex is a big boy. He’s alright.” He says as he serves Moira a piece of chicken. It’s a thigh and she loves the darker meat when it comes to chicken.

“I can understand the worry though,” Moira agrees. “I would worry if it was you.”

“Yeah.” Javi nods. “I think I would be frantic.” He doesn’t know what he would do if it were him. They would probably have to hospitalize him right beside you for anxiety.

“You’re going to be a mess when I’m pregnant,” you predict, shouting your soulmate a knowing grin.

“I will.” He snorts before his eyes widen. “I should ask the contractor to make sure the counters don’t have sharp edges.” He declares. “Or the fireplaces.”

“Javi, it will be fine.” It’s sweet that he worries, though, since it comes from love. “We can’t guard kids from everything.”

“I was thinking about you.” He huffs. “Your belly will be big and you won’t be able to see your feet!”

“Well then you’ll have to guide me around,” you tease, but only because you know he was planning on it anyway. You’ll be surprised if he lets you do a single thing while you’re pregnant.

“I will.” He agrees seriously, passing you the wonderful Greek salad that you had made to go with the refreshing meal. “No accidents.”

Moira’s smile is soft and affectionate, knowing how excited you and Javi are to start a family. “So does that mean I get to be an auntie sooner rather than later?” She teases.

Javi glances at you, knowing that the decision to announce your plans should solely be decided by you.

“Still not for a little bit.” Despite the caution, you’re beaming. “We’ll probably start trying in a few months, but who knows how long it will take.”

“Oh it’s gonna happen right away.” Moira predicts with a grin. “One hundred percent.”

“Oh yeah?” You smirk at her confidence. “You’re sure?”

“Absolutely.” She snorts playfully, winking at you. “If practice counted, you’d already be due.”

“I mean…” Even as you giggle, Javi is blushing like mad and that only makes you laugh that much harder. “You’re not wrong. But if practice is what counted, you two would be expecting already, too.”

“That’s not fair.” Jason pouts immediately, although his chest expands a little with the pride of knowing that his soulmate has been bragging to her best friend. “We haven’t been together as long as you two.”

“I tried to get you two to dance together at our wedding,” you remind him, still laughing as you start in on your dinner in earnest.

“I was nervous!” Jason huffs, grinning at how ridiculous it now seems. “I was afraid of looking like a goober in front of the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on.”

Moira chuckles and leans over to kiss his cheek. “The only difference now is that you know I find your goober moments cute.”

“Yeah, you think they are my best attributes.” He jokes, making his soulmate laugh again.

“That’s because I have impeccable taste,” she tells him solemnly.

“Yes you do.” He agrees smugly before he leans over to kiss her back. Finding it irresistible to do when she’s flashing those pretty eyes at him. “And every day I get a little bit more gooberish around you.”

"Oh my god." Even your groan is teasing, but you're cuddled into Javi's side as you watch your best friend and her soulmate. "You guys are absolutely disgusting. I'm so fucking happy for you."

“We are talking about getting married.” Moira tells you with a very proud smirk. “After the movie wraps up.”

"Oh my god..." You practically drop your fork with how fast you're sitting up straight and vibrating excitedly. "Oh my god! You guys! That's incredible!"

“We figured that your marriage right before the film will be the talk of the junket.” Jason chuckles. “And then our wedding timed after the premier will keep it in the news.” He’s teasing, his grin wide. “Purely a business move.” He jokes. “I have a percentage in this movie, after all.”

"Purely a business move," you huff, rolling your eyes at them heavily. "Nothing else. Got it. Not at all that you're completely nuts about each other and a perfect couple."

“No, that title has been take by you two.” Moira snorts. “Billie and Alex will be a close second if they were soulmates.” Jason rolls his eyes playfully. “Bronze metal in soulmates.” He moans. “Thought we were at least silver.”

"Nobody here get a bronze medal where love is involved," you insist. "But I'm going to insist we toast to all of us. Since we're all absolutely fucking adorable in love."

“I just wish Alex and Billie were here.” Moira says as she lifts her glass. “To tomorrow with friends.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Jason hums, lifting his glass and squeezing Moira’s thigh gently under the table.

The dinner is probably the loveliest way to relax, although everyone feels the other couple’s absence. Even though the relationship, all of them, are relatively new there’s a sense of connection between you all. Like these are friendships that will go well beyond junkets and premier tours.

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Getting ready for bed later, Javi watches you as you brush your teeth in the mirror. “I would like to update my will.” He announces softly, knowing that it will cause a longer discussion but he thinks that today’s events have prompted the need. “I want more than just the Soulmate Protection Act to safeguard you in case of something happening to me.”

“I should probably make a will.” It’s not something you’ve ever had to think about before — but this is the first time in your life you’ve ever had assets or someone to provide for. You meet Javi’s eyes in the mirror and shrug slightly. It’s not as if there is a nonzero chance of a relative trying to take assets they’re not entitled to if something happened to one of you.

“Do you want to go through my lawyer?” He has one for his agent and contracts. As well as for the legalities of his immigration and the previous issues with his family. “Or I can have recommendations for a separate lawyer?”

“There’s no reason not to use the same person, is there?” He knows far more about lawyers than you do. For all you know, it’s a bad idea.

“No, I just don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you to use my lawyer or that they might not represent your best interests.” Javi’s old lawyers had definitely been looking out for Lucas at his expense and he had hated how he had felt when he learned that hard lesson.

“I would hope,” you lean into his side to steady both of you and rinse off your toothbrush to put away. “That any lawyer we are using for end of life planning will be working for both of us, and for the good of our kids.”

“I just don’t want you to feel uneasy in any way.” He murmurs, turning and pressing a kiss into your hair.

“I don’t.” You can promise him that without hesitation. “I feel provided for and cared for.”

He beams, chest puffing up slightly that he makes you feel so cared for. “That’s all I ever want for you.”

“You’re doing it perfectly, baby.” He looks so sweet when he’s all proud of himself like this and you giggle. “Call your lawyer tomorrow and we’ll set up a meeting for both of us to talk to him. How does that sound?”

“That sounds perfect.” He agrees easily.

"I know neither of us want to think about something bad happening." Together, you and Javi shut off the bathroom lights and turn back into the bedroom. "But today is proof that we can't be too careful."

“Yeah.” He sighs again. “I think Alex has the day off tomorrow.” He had been told that they might shut down the production for a couple of days to regroup. The decision was going to be made in the morning. “Want to go check on him?”

"We could bring breakfast to the hospital in the morning?" The two of you climb into bed together and immediately wrap around each other like magnets, not wanting to be apart for even a second longer than necessary. "Coffee, pastries, and some flowers to brighten up the place?"

“That would be good.” Javi hums softly. “Even if he’s going home tomorrow, we can bring Billie and Alex some clothes.” He suggests. “They don’t have anything with them probably.”

"I have a key to Billie's place." You flash him a tiny grin. "And he has a drawer in her dresser. We can definitely bring them fresh clothes."

“Wait a minute…” he frowns slightly, “I thought they weren’t sleeping together.”

"They've been sleeping together." The amused smile on your face grows slightly. "Literally sleeping. Pajamas to bed and cuddling. It's the cutest fucking thing I've ever heard."

“That’s…..” Javi smiles. “Something that sounds like Billie.” He admits, having grown closer to your cousin since spending more time with her. “How does Alex feel about it?”

"Apparently he's been super sweet about it. About waiting for her to be ready." But, of course, the breaking point had come last night. Just as Billie told you. "I guess last night they were supposed to be staying at his place instead and she got...well, it didn't go as well as usual, and that's why he was distracted today. She left last night."

“Shit.” Now his face gets serious, his frown pulling his brows down. “Don’t tell me I need to beat him with a bat?”

"No, no, it's okay." The offer is sweet, though, and it earns him a kiss. "When she texted me from the hospital earlier she said they talked it out."

“Good.” He relaxes slightly and chuckles. “Because I think Alex would win.”

“If anyone was going to beat up Alex for upsetting Billie, it would be me.” But that is worth laughing at, too. Because it’s not like you could hold your own any better. “But no. They’re good.”

“You could take him.” Javi encourages, even though he knows it would be because Alex would never lay a hand on you. He’s too much of a gentleman, and doesn’t just put on an act for the cameras. “But it’s good you don’t have to. I wonder if they talked or if they decided to move on.”

"I don't think so. Billie would have said something if they decided to break up." In fact, she probably would have called. And you would have insisted she come over. It would have been a night of heartbroken cuddles to chick flicks with Chinese take out and that would have been perfect for the circumstances. "I think they'll be okay. I mean...I hope they'll be okay."

“I like them together.” He admits softly, his words whispered into your hair as he curls closer. “They remind me of us, actually.”

"Because they're stupid in love?" You hum teasingly, pressing kisses to his jaw, cheeks, and lips as you cuddle in bed.

“They just…” he frowns slightly, trying to find the right words to describe it. “Fit.” He decides. “They balance each other. She’s a little, well, a little hippy and he’s a little bit of - what do you call it? Pretty boy?”

"Pretty boy." You agree with a laugh. "She's a pink haired hippie and he's a pretty boy. That's definitely it."

“You know what I mean.” He huffs, pouting at you slightly. “They shouldn’t go together by every movie ever. But they just compliment each other.”

"The movies aren't always right, mi vida." He looks aghast that you would say that, but you grin, booping the end of his nose with your finger, and you giggle like it's punctuation. "Unless they're your movies."

“At least you think my movies are right.” He wrinkles his nose and bites playfully at the finger as you snatch it away. “I love you, amor.”

"I love you, too."

Every day, every night, every moment. Loving Javi has become part of you and you're so glad that nothing happened to him today.

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minors don’t interact!!!!! 18+ only mature content under tab

synopsis: Dimitri is a vampire and he has no desire to listen to the pathetic pleas from a human. You are a slave to the king and only meant to fulfill his desire for blood.

warnings : mentions of blood, smut, blood kink, dimitri is kind of mean at first, possessive, long word count, rough sex, reader is really submissive and pitiful, consensual non-consent

authors note : this is a part of a mini series I will be writing. I have plans to write for Sylvain, Felix, Claude, and Yuri for this au. So stay tuned, or not lol.

Dimitri was a cold man who was cruel and selfish at times, he only cared about his own desires. But at the end of the day he was your lover. At least that’s what you thought of him at first.

You had found yourself at the castle’s doorsteps only a year ago, pathetic and starving. A famine had plagued Faerghus and in a desperate attempt your village had tied you up, throwing you at the steps of the castle, as a sacrifice. All in a desperate attempt to get the king to end this famine. Of course though, the king could live off another type of substance - blood. He had no control over the weather, or the drought that was plaguing Fodlan.

You laid curled up in a fetal position at the steps. Not even able to fight back when you knew what your fate would be when those castle doors creaked open. Your frail body was brought into the castle by a tan man and you could barely move at this point; you simply were accepting your end. In and out of consciousness you barely remembered anything. It took nearly two weeks before you were able to walk around, the man nursing you back to health. “She’s too frail. Plump her up so I actually have blood to drink.” A blond, one eyed man would say whenever he stepped into your room. Everything felt like a dream.

Once you were able to be back on your feet you were confined to a dingy bedroom, only able to sit and gaze out the tall tower window all day-it on for a month. You only interacted with the man briefly, he never said much. He only brought you food, clean linen, and the bare necessities to keep up your hygiene. By now, a part of you wishes that you had died on those cold stone steps of the castle. But alas, you no longer were starving and weak, your once hollow cheeks had now filled out some. Your bones didn’t poke out your skin, and you had clean clothes and a warm bed to sleep on. But you weren’t safe, far from it.

The first time it happened you were asleep, the bedroom door swung open and a lantern suddenly illuminated the room. Your blankets were thrown off of you, causing you to immediately sit up in bed. Your back pressed against the headboard as your breathing began to get heavy, your frail body shaking. You were terrified as your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. There you saw the man who you presumed would end your life tonight. It was hard to see him in this lighting but what you did see, terrified you. The tall muscular blond king towered above you, he was missing an eye, a scar over where his stormy blue eye would be. “This better have been worth the effort.” The man muttered. He grabbed your ankles roughly causing you to let out a cry, your back and head slamming against the bed. “Quiet.” He ordered as he now got on top of you.

The man used his whole hand to roughly push your face to the side, you whimpered from the force of his hand. Your neck was exposed and your breathing was heavy, your chest rapidly moving up and down with each breath. This man didn’t care about your comfort at all, you knew that what would come next would hurt. He huffed to blow the hair away from your neck leaving you now fully exposed, his other hand pinned your wrist above your head. One of his knees was wedged between your thighs while his other leg pinned your side. You had nowhere to go and you were in no state to fight back. “Stay still.” He muttered as he lowered his head. You felt his long blond hair tickle your sensitive exposed neck, his warm breath against your skin.

You obeyed him, and just prayed that he made it quick. Squeezing your eyes shut you prepared yourself for the brief pain that you’d experience before your death. Then without warning you felt the man’s sharp canines sink into your skin. You cried out and squirmed in his grasp, it hurt so much. Tears pooled at the corner of your eyes, “P-please.” You whimpered as you felt warm liquid ooze from the wound. The blond only hummed in content, “Quiet.” He said once again. You felt his tongue lick up the blood that dripped from the wound. He sucked, licked, and nipped at your skin for what felt like hours. Only your quiet whimpers of pain and fear echoed through the room.

Then he released your wrist, his hand that was pressed against your face now tilted your chin so you could look at him. “How do you feel?” He asked, but there really was no true concern in his tone. He was handsome, breathtakingly beautiful, but you were terrified of him. You didn’t say anything as your eyes examined him, there was blood smeared across his lower face, his mouth was open slightly and you can see the glimmer of his canine teeth. The man clicked his tongue in annoyance before he stood up, “Your blood, it’s good. Don’t worry I won’t kill you…yet.” He muttered and just like that he left your room, leaving you alone.

Pulling your knees to your chest you held your body close as tears streamed down your face. At some point you fell asleep from exhaustion and when morning came you were covered up in a blanket that you definitely had not pulled over yourself before. As you were slowly sitting up in bed, you saw small blood speckles on the white bedsheets, a reminder of the events from the night before. Hesitantly you placed your feet onto the cold stone floor, and you walked over to the dingy vanity mirror, your body felt so weak. As you were brushing your hair away from your neck, you saw the wound, a mark that you would be a blood slave to the king of Faerghus. A dark purple bruise the size of a coin was on your neck and faint marks of dried blood were on your neck.

Another week had passed without a visit from the king, you sat on a window sill in your room, blankly staring out the window at the stormy weather. There was a knock at your door but even as you did not say anything, the door opened nevertheless. In walked the dark skinned white haired man who had cared for you. He held a basket in his hands, “How are you feeling?” He asked you as he sat the basket onto the dresser. He stood at the entrance of the room, not coming closer.

You just looked at him, bags were under your eyes as you had trouble sleeping ever since that encounter. You were scared for when the king would come back and kill you. The man sighed, shaking his head, “You have no reason to be scared. His majesty won’t kill you. He spoke highly about how well you tasted.” The man explained matter of factly. A frown made its way to your features, “I..I wish he would just kill me.” You stated, your voice was hoarse from how little you had spoken since you arrived at the castle. “If you’d like I can arrange for you to be free?” He then asked you but you knew his words were false, just a way to comfort you. Sighing you shook your head, you had nowhere to go; your own village had tried to sacrifice you to the king. So for now you would tolerate what was going on, you really had no other choice. “I have nowhere else to go. I am stuck here.” You mumbled before turning your head back to look out the window. The man nodded, “I understand. I have brought you some things, they’re in the basket whenever you want to take a look.” He said before turning to walk out the room, but he paused, “My name is Dedue.” He introduced himself for the first time since you had arrived here. Your eyes widened and you looked at him, “Oh” You simply responded, it sounded foreign. “I’m ______.” You introduced yourself before returning back to look outside the window. You were not in the mood for pointless conversation.

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Weeks passed and the king would visit you once a week to indulge himself in your blood. It was more or less the same every time, he was rough and uncaring of your comfort. But then the next morning after you would be showered with some luxuries, expensive food, wine, books, linen, anything along those lines. It was strange but you were in no position to turn down the gifts. You still had yet to leave the room in the tower, Dedue had become the only conversational partner you had. You learned the man was from Duscur; he was loyal to the king. You also had learned the king’s name, Dimitri. Dedue asked about your village and you would tell him stories, but your life was not very interesting. You were an orphan who had lived on the streets your whole life, there was nothing too interesting to speak about. That was more or less your life, locked away in the castle.

Tonight though was different, the king—Dimitri stumbled into your room late at night as you sat up in your bed reading a book. He stormed towards you, yanking the book out of your hand and tossing it onto the floor. He had no shirt on, but bandages were wrapped around his body. It was obvious he was hurt which explained why instead of you being pinned underneath him like usual, Dimitri sat on the bed, his back against the headboard as he pulled you into his lap. Your back was against his broad chest, and his fists balled into your hair as he titled your head to the side roughly, exposing the sensitive flesh on your neck. He wasted no time sinking his fangs into your neck, you cried out in pain. It hurt so much this time, he was relentless as he sucked on your neck draining the blood.

Your fingernails dug into the skin of his arm that was wrapped around your waist as you withered in pain. You felt your vision blurring, he was drinking too much. “P-please stop. Too much.” You warned him. “A bit more.” He breathed out before he returned to lapping the crimson liquid up. He groaned in delight at the taste, but when he noticed you becoming more lethargic he stopped. Dimitri supported your head up with one hand, his brows furrowing. “_____, are you okay?” He asked, a bit concerned. He knew your name? You figured Dedue must have told him, you tried to speak but your mind was a haze and before you even knew it you had passed out in the king’s arms.

Morning came like usual and you were wrapped up securely in a blanket that you most definitely did not pull over you the night before. There was a presence in the room, you could feel it. You were trying to sit up, but you had no strength and just collapsed back onto the bed. “Good. You’re alive.” A familiar cold voice was audible from your side. Looking to the side there you saw the blond king towering above you. He reached a hand down brushing your hair out of your face, you noticed that a different expression was on his usual stoic features. A hint of concern glimmered in his one stormy blue eye. “I went too far. I apologize.” He simply said, “I was injured last night.” He added not wanting to elaborate any further on the situation. You just nodded, not sure what to say, “Okay.” You mumbled. With a sigh Dimitri took a step back, “Anyways now that you are awake I’ll leave you be. Dedue will check on you soon.” He explained before leaving the room, the door echoing as it slammed shut behind him.

Why did he care if I ever awoke again or not? You thought, a strange feeling swelling in your heart. No, he only cares if I stay alive because he likes how I taste. You rationalized to yourself. To King Dimitri you were a blood source, nothing more nothing less.

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Dimitri still continued to visit you, his feeds became a bit more frequent nearly every other night. He fed on you for only a little bit, so you were as exhausted as you were before when he would visit you once a week. Yet he still remained as rough as usual, though he did stop pinning your face down with his hand. You had gotten to know Dimitri throughout the months, he was more than a bloodthirsty fiend. It seemed like he had a heart under his rough exterior. He had a tendency to drink a bit too much wine before he fed on you and you had come to learn why. It seemed like the blond disliked the fact that he was a vampire, he didn’t like feeding off of you which explained why he preferred you speak as little as possible. You had also learned that Dimitri was orphaned at a young age, he seemed to have a fear of people leaving him, he told you one night while he was drunkenly laying in your bed covered in your blood.

The man kept you locked in the tower for that very reason, he didn’t want you to leave him, he had grown a bit too dependent on his feeding sessions and speaking to you. But of course he did not voice such things out loud. Dimitri knew you were scared of him and he only wished that he wasn’t this blood sucking creature. Maybe things would be different which is why he was trying to be a bit kinder to you, but he had built up so many walls that seemed impossible to tear down,

Though tonight was different, Dimitri sat across from you on a chair sipping on a glass of dark red wine. His legs crossed as you gazed at you, “I have decided to move you to my chambers.” He simply stated. Your eyes widened in surprise, “Wh..what do you mean your majesty?” You asked him for clarification. He rolled his eyes, “Are you stupid? You’ll be moving to my chambers. I’m tired of having to climb all these stairs just to come feed off of you. In my room you’ll be available at my convenience.” He explained his reasoning.

So Dimitri did not come to feed off of you tonight, he simply came to inform you of your move. Your eyes gazed down at the wine glass in your hand, the dim lighting of the room faintly reflecting your face in the liquid. “O..okay.” You simply replied. You only hoped that his bedroom was not as cold as the tower, but you were also scared that perhaps being available to the king at all times would also be very dangerous. Dimitri finished his glass of wine, then he stood up wishing you a good night before leaving.

The next day came and Dedue appeared to escort you to your new bedroom. You still had no free reign of the castle, you were closely monitored. But at least now you were in a more cozy luxurious bedroom, there was a balcony you could sit out on. It was the first time you had breathed fresh air since you arrived weeks—no, was it months ago? You had been informed that Dimitri went out to deal with a rebellion in a different territory so you had the bedroom to yourself. There was a music box in the bedroom that you would play often as you danced around the balcony enjoying the fresh air and the feeling of the breeze blowing through your hair. You did that for the week while Dimitri was gone.

The king had returned late at night a week later, you were asleep in his bed when he stormed in. He flicked on a lantern and walked towards the bathroom, you two did not exchange a word. When the water came on from the shower you sighed before returning back to sleep. He was probably tired and you would not have to worry about him trying to feed on you tonight, at least that is what you assumed.

Once again you were awoken out of your slumber as you heard the balcony door shut. “Don’t ever leave that door open at night or when you aren’t in the room.” He said angrily. Sitting up you looked at the king, “Why?” You asked, still half asleep. “It’s dangerous. Plenty of people want to kill me.” He replied as he walked over, sitting at the edge of the bed. He stared at you, his wet blond hair clung to his face and he was wearing only his boxers. You noticed the scars that littered his pale skin. You had been staring. Oh..oh! He wants me out of his bed. You thought and quickly flung the bedsheets off of your body. “I will sleep on the floor. Please forgive me your majesty for laying in your bed. It was foolish of me.” You began to apologize as you stood up.

Dimitri shook his head grabbing your wrist pulling you back down onto the sheets. “Why would you sleep on the floor? You’re not a dog.” he frowned. Something was different about him tonight, his voice was quiet. Something seemed to be bothering the king. Without another explanation he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back against his chest as he buried his face in your hair. You two laid on the bed in silence, Dimitri’s breath hitting the back of your neck. His body was so cold. “You’re scared of me. Aren’t you?” He then suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

”What?” You breathed out, unsure of where this question was coming from. Truthfully you were scared of him, he was double your size and powerful. “You want to leave me? Why didn’t you escape while I was gone? You could have?” He then asked you, his voice was muffled by your hair. Your brows furrowed when he asked you that question, why didn’t you leave? The tone of Dimitri’s voice was fearful, like he almost did not want you to answer the question. “I..I don’t know.” You replied, your hands came up to gently rest on his. “I have nowhere to go. I don’t mind it here.” You replied truthfully but still avoided his question if you were scared of him. “So you are scared of me? I’m a monster after all. Everyone is scared of me…everyone always dies around me.” He spoke in a low tone. His grip around you tightened, he was scared.

You weren’t sure what had gotten into you but hearing Dimitri act so vulnerable made you only want to comfort him. So loosening his grasp around your waist you turned over to face him. You cupped his face in your hands and gazed into his eye. He avoided your eyes though, a guilty expression saturating his pale features. “I won’t die. I’m not scared of you, your majesty.” You said flashing him a weak smile. The king didn’t seem convinced by your words but he just nodded, “You’ll stay here..right?” He asked you for reassurance again. You hummed in reply, “Mhm..as I said I have nowhere to go.” You responded as you brushed his blond hair out of his face. He really was handsome, even though he was missing an eye and had faint scars on his face he was truly ethereal looking. It took your breath away, you had heard that was the charm that came with these beings—vampires. But being able to see him so close you truly understood where those legends came from.

Dimitri noticed you staring, he felt a bit insecure with you looking at him. He usually kept your face down so you couldn’t look at him so now he felt a bit exposed. “What?” He asked, brows furrowing as his expression hardened. You shook your head, “Nothing, your majesty. Are you hungry?” You asked him, you figured that was coming. After all, it had been a week since he last fed. He nodded a bit hesitantly, “Y..yes I am.” He mumbled quietly. This weird feeling overcame you, you just wanted to please him. The king was acting so vulnerable you just wanted to give him the one thing you knew he liked, something about Dimitri was intoxicating, it was drawing you in. Perhaps it’s because of what he was that made you feel this way? Removing your hands away from him, you reached up to brush strands of hair away from your tender neck - exposing it.

Dimitri licked his lips hungrily as he stared at the soft flesh on your neck, he wasted no time in pinning you to the bed by your wrists. His large muscular body hovering over yours, but instead of sinking his teeth into your neck he licked and nipped the skin gently. A moan left your lips, it shocked you why you had even made that noise. You felt a soft chuckle from the king against your neck and he continued to nip at it more. Then you felt it, the pain of his sharp canines sinking into your flesh. Your body flinched as you let out a whimper of pain, your eyes squeezing shut as you felt him lap up the blood that oozed out of the wound. Dimitri’s knee found itself between your thighs and without even realizing what you were doing you found yourself grinding against it, a quiet moan escaping your lips as you arched your back up.

Dimitri stopped and looked at you, “You like this now?” He asked you with an amused smirk on his blood stained lips. Slowly your eyes fluttered open and you gazed at him, “I..I think so. I don’t know why.” You whispered your brows furrowing in confusion at your own actions. The fear that you held for the king only a few minutes ago was replaced with something else—a desire to please him in any way. “If you really want it…I want you to beg, ______.” He ordered as he roughly grinded his knee against your core. “P-please your ma-“ you began only to be cut off by him. “My name is Dimitri. I’m over the formalities.” He spat out.

You averted your gaze from his intense one for a few moments before you swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat. “Please Dimitri. I want to please you.” You whimpered. Dimitri seemed satisfied with your begging, his calloused hands tugging at the hem of your long silky white nightgown, he pulled it up slowly, it was like he was deliberately trying to tease you. “Please.” You begged him once again, goosebumps dotted your skin in wild anticipation. Then the gown was above your breasts, exposing you completely to the king. Your breath hitched as you stared at him eyes wide, scared of what he may think. “Mmm..so pretty.” He mumbled. His head lowered to your breast, he kept looking at you with that stormy blue eye while his tongue swirled around your hardened nipple, his other hand roughly massaged your other breast. His fingers pinching your sensitive bud, you let out a moan. He dropped the hem of your nightgown now satisfied with how exposed you were, and returned back to pinning one of your wrists above your head.

Dimitri began to suck and nip at your breast, he was trying to leave a mark, then when his lips left your sore nipple he moved up to curve of your breast. Without warning he sank his fangs into your soft tender skin, your body trembled in pain as a loud gasp left your mouth. “D-Dimitri!” You hissed as you felt warm crimson blood trickle out of the puncture, but the king did not let your sweet blood go to waste. He groaned in delight as he sucked the blood from the wound, “So good..” He mumbled against your skin as he continued to nip your skin to draw out more blood. You were soaking wet, unsure of why you were so turned on by something that used to cause you fear. Then you felt him rub against your thigh. He was hard and it made you want him even more. “Please Dimitri..I want you.” You begged as you tried to wiggle your wrists out of his grasp. But he was too strong, you couldn’t even free yourself if you wanted to.

Dimitri stopped what he was doing, and sat up, blood coated his lower face. In any other scenario he would have looked absolutely terrifying but to you he looked so incredibly beautiful. The way the warm lantern lighting glowed against his pale skin made him look otherworldly. “Are you sure?” He asked you in a gruff tone by now he had freed your wrist and his hand went to the waistband of your panties, he ripped them off of you. Literally. The tearing of the fabric caused you to flinch and he tossed the torn fabric aside, you saw how he eyed your nightgown so you quickly stripped yourself of it tossing it onto the floor. The blond’s looked at your vulnerable exposed body with nothing but pure lust in his eye.

He lowered his head and to your entrance, you smelled intoxicating and he wondered if you knew that? Your scent was driving him crazy. Placing his rough hands on the sides of your thighs he forcefully pulled your legs apart so he could look at you. You were embarrassed by how soaked you were already, a part of you was scared of what he was going to do next. “Are you sure you want me?” He asked you in a gentle voice. You nodded a bit too eagerly, “Y-yes please.” You pleaded. With that he lowered himself to your pussy, his tongue immediately went to your clit. Your body jerked roughly at the new sensation and an embarrassingly loud moan echoed through the room.

He wasted no time in licking your pussy, his tongue was masterful as focused on your clit. He sucked and swirled circles on it. Dimitri felt like he was drunk off of the juices from your pussy. His tongue left your clit as he hungrily moved his tongue between your folds, the muscle now poking at your entrance in a desperate attempt to taste all of you. He was trying to fuck you with his tongue, and it drove you even more crazy. An unusual warm sensation began to build in your core, your vision blurred you were sure if it was from blood loss or from how good you felt. Your thighs trembled in delight around his head as Dimitri switched between sucking on your clit and fucking you with his tongue. He was so careful as to not harm you with his sharp fangs.

Your hands flung up to ball Dimitri’s soft golden hair in your hands, you tried to grind your hips against his face but he held you firmly to the bed. It seemed like the king was intentional with every movement he made, when his focus was on tongue fucking you he made sure his nose still brushed over your clit. You felt so close, you weren’t sure how much longer you could last. You were going to cum. “Dimitri…please can I cum? Please. Please.” You whined begging for your release. Dimitri’s hands tightened on your thighs, you whimpered in pain you were certain that you would be left with bruises. “Mhm..cum for me _____.” He hummed still buried in your pussy. Then with a few more motions you came around the king and hard. Your back arched as your legs shook violently as you let out a loud moan. “Thank you. Thank you!.” you cried out as tears pooled in the corner of your eyes as you rode out your orgasm. Dimitri’s sucked on your clit for a few more moments as your body and breathing slowed down, until finally you were left a whimpering mess on the bed.

Dimitri sat up looking at you, his face now coated with a mixture of blood and your own wetness. He licked his lips as he got out of the bed, you now gazed at the man through heavy eyes as you tried to control your breathing. You watched as he slipped off his boxers revealing his erection. The king was huge. You weren’t sure you could take him, a look of fear washed over your face. Dimitri’s hand pumped his thick throbbing cock in anticipation as he still had that hungry look on his features. “If I do this…this means that you’re mine. Forever. Understand?” He said. You didn’t care, you’d be with Dimitri forever. “Yes. I understand Dimitri.” You replied.

With that the muscular king was now back over you, his blond hair falling in front his beautiful face as he began to lick up your upper body. He couldn’t let any of your sweet blood go to waste. His tongue traced over your perky nipple, to your neck, and then finally to the corner of your mouth where he stopped for a brief moment before he crashed his lips against yours. You tasted yourself, your blood and your own cum but you didn’t care. Then he pulled away, using one hand he held your hip firmly as he positioned his throbbing cock at the entrance of your pussy. Without a warning he pushed himself inside you. You cried out in pain, he didn’t even give you time to adjust to his size. You felt like he was ripping you open but goddess, did he feel so good as he filled up your pussy.

”Dimitri!” You cried out tears now falling down your cheeks, your hand flying to his chest in an attempt to get him to stop just for a moment so you could adjust to his cock. But he didn’t care, he needed to fuck you and he needed to fill you up with his cum so only then you would know that you now belonged to him.

Dimitri rocked his hips back and forth as his dick slammed into you relentlessly, the way your tight pussy clenched around him drove him crazy. Did you know what you were doing? “Fuck..” he hissed under his breath, his fingers digging into your hip. Only a minute later you were melting under his touch, you adjusted to his size and pure pleasure filled you. His cock kept hitting a certain spot deep inside you and it hurt a little bit with how rough he was being but it felt so amazing. That familiar warm sensation was now building up inside you again as you whimpered out the king’s name. He watched as your breasts bounced with every thrust he made, the face you made when he hit that spot deep inside your pussy, the way your sweet blood trickled slowly down your neck and breast, and he loved the way you took him so well despite his size.

Dimitri had never felt something that felt as good as your pussy did; he knew he was going to cum and soon. “You're so beautiful…the way you take me. The way you sound _____.” He praised you with a breathy voice. With a few more rough thrusts he came inside you, coating the inside of your pussy with so much of his cum that it was leaking out of you. He moaned loudly as he threw his head back in pleasure, just cumming more as he continued to fuck you mercilessly trying to ride out his orgasm. You soon joined him in his orgasm; clenching around his cock as you came once again, the warmth of your orgasm only made the king moan in pleasure. You body trembled you really weren’t sure how much more of this you could take. It seemed like Dimitri wasn’t going to stop fucking you any time soon, but he did. His erratic thrusts became slower and slower until finally he stopped moving.

He breathed heavily as he remained inside of you, then he lowered his head so he could now look at you. You looked so beautiful to him, your body was flushed with a faint hue of red and he noticed the dark red marks on your hips, thighs, and wrists from where he pinned you. Reaching a hand out he brushed your hair out of your face before he gently kissed you as he pulled himself out of you. He collapsed onto the bed on his back before he pulled your tired body onto his chest, his arms wrapped around you. He rubbed soothing circles over your back and arms. “You promise to stay..right?” Dimitri asked you in a quiet voice.

Tilting your head up you looked up at the king with a content smile on your pink lips, “Yes. I promise.” You replied back, after all you had already told him you had nowhere to go. Plus didn’t Dimitri know that he already had you wrapped around his fingers?

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★  𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄. + 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

masterlist. / taglist. / tip jar. synopsis. crowded in a full club with a crowd of familiar faces, the last person you wanted to ever see again was your ex. Luckily, Eren swoops to safety, wanting to keep your mood high and wants to save the night by taking a more direct approach.

✧. ┊    notes. this took way too long to write, good lord I was struggling to choose if I wanted to write a jungkook fanfic or this,, the brain rot is getting bad ya'll pray for me to unclench that seven days a week song from my hands | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

✧. ┊    length. 3.5k (27 min read) .

✧. ┊    genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni | friends to lovers | smut | sub!eren | confident girl/nerdy guy pairing | fem reader | night club | jealousy | handjob | protected sex | teasing | begging | groping | fondling | cowgirl | cuddling | aftercare | pov changes(?) | I'm bad at summarizing just read | title inspo from this song .

THE MUSIC THUMPED through the planked floors of the room to the vibrate of the bottom of your chunky heels. Dim, low, orange lights outlined the many figures that were scattered around the condensed club that had a known wait line outside that was close to wrapping around the building and down the rest of the block.

Luckily, your name was printed in bold black at the top of the exclusive people list, one of the many perks of being friends with your friend Connie, who somehow managed to be the owner of the most infamous bar in the city.

Dragging your friend group out for the stress free weekend, wanting nothing more but to get drunk under someone else’s tab.

After the pretty rough recent breakup you had with your sistutionship that Mikasa and Sasha were just so tired of hearing you mope about through the many group chat messages and facetime calls they had to endure with you yapping about another guy from Tinder ghosting you. 

The offer of filling your poor little heartbroken spirit with many many free shots was enough to get your ass off your couch and squeezed into an old cute red mini dress that hugged your curves just a little too much that if you stared for just a bit too long you would see the slight outline of the cute lace matching set under.

Especially where it stopped at the mid peak of your thighs, the material plumping out around the tight hem giving you a very attractive and alluring sight for anyone that so happened to trail their eyes down your adorned figure.

In short, you were prepared to take it all off at the end of the night, and by God’s will, you hoped to end up in your birthday suit, tangled up with some handsome suitor willing to fuck away all the pent-up fustration that your blessed rose touch failed to reach under the blankets. 

Eren, to no one's surprise, hadn’t gotten the same idea, the timid soul drawing something close to his normal casual attire did not really know what was club appropriate, no matter how many times your friend group would drag him along on a night out just to drink the boy out of his shell.

Tonight, surprisingly, he was the only one in the friend group chat to give a hurried response to your nighting invitation, watching from your palm-resting chin as he babysat his second drink.

Letting out a covered chuckle at every grimace that would twist on his lips that you couldn't tell was because of the sip of alcohol or the fact that he was buzzing with anxiety, refusing to leave your sight.

The music in the dimly lit open room thumped through the floorboards, the air wafting with desperate cheap cologne and hard bar liquor. You had to admit that seeing him glued to his spot beside the bar was a bit funny.

Avoiding any lick of interaction with anyone as his sight would dip whenever anyone would push through near him, the way his shoulder stood up tense as his hand clutched his drink to the long line of girls that would stumble up to him as if he were their lighthouse beacon, their exchange awkward as Eren would often play the same "I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the music card." just to shoo them away nervously back to the dancefloor. 

You couldn't blame the ladies for at least giving it a try; you could admit that Eren did look good, especially under the club's light. The leanness of his sleeper build made the fill out of his dark brown button-up shirt alluring with the aid of the peek of his slightly muscled arms.

His shoulder-length shaggy dark brunette hair tugged lazily into a half ponytail, leaving wisps of hair from his face-framing bangs, made him look as if he had walked straight out of some male model ad, from the fashion to the accidental aloof attitude that he naturally radiated.

Relaxing some of the tensation from his shoulders, Eren’s lips parted with a slight sigh before nervously fiddling with the rolled up cuffs of his shirt, his eyes easing from his lap to sneak a quick glance at you, almost flinching out of his poor skin when he had met your rested glance.

His eyes widened a bit in surprise, his tongue poking from his parted mouth almost as if his thoughts had interrupted him from speaking before your eyes could track down the slight bob of his adams apple. "I don't—I don’t think I got to tell you yet, but you look really gorgeous tonight, I like your…hair." His tone held a bit of a tremble, the stutter in his voice was the realization that he had to speak a bit louder of the music even with you sitting on the stool right beside him. 

You were definitely a little caught off guard, Eren wasn't the type to suddenly dish out compliments, let alone notice the fine details about someone’s appearance to save his life. You could recall the times Connie would make it a game to see how long Eren would go until he would realize the change in his appearance.

"Hm, you don't think it's too much?" You asked, leaning in a bit into his personal space and keeping a level tone as you spoke into the direction of his ear, pretending like you had seen Eren react in a tense fluster, his fingers tensely gripping his cup with your sudden proximity. "I mean, with the color and all." Your lips curve into a slight charmed smile, finger caught twirled around a newly dyed dark auburn curl, watching the coil spring back into place with a tug.

Eren's gray eyes followed the swipe of your finger as you moved away from his personal space and rested your back against the bar stool. It looked as though Eren was being drawn in by your actions.

The interaction consists of him merely nodding his head and remarking, "Well, I like the color, I think it suits you." The conversation did not lead anywhere else as your attention had shifted once more towards the dancing  crowd, scanning the mingling group of people until your heart skipped a beat at the sight of a certain person in particular that stood a few feet away.

Your sudden switch to having a discomforting mood had not gone unnoticed, Eren’s head turned at the slightest frown of your brows, scanning over the open crowd with no avail to what had soured your mood so quickly. "Hey, what happened?" Your trance not budging at the sound of his question, your attention tugging onto whatever you were across the room glaring at. 

It was only when the brush of his palm caressed against your lower thigh that his fingers danced warmly against the exposed leg of your skin, despite the soothing cold sensation welcomed from the silver rings that had adorned his fingers fashionably, his touch being enough to stir you away had you finally looked at him.

"You okay?" A static-like shock trail ran through your nerves, not only from his hand placement but also from the way he had somehow zoned you into feeling like you two had been the only two people in the room just by the way he was looking at you.

The lighting was deemed dangerous, with your brain buzzing from how well it had sculpted Eren’s features, from his defined cheekbones to the alluring yet genuine and compassionate dark glint in his eyes. 

You had swallowed before remembering how to speak, praying that the way his eyes traced over the nervous habit you had of biting the skin at your lower lip was all just in your fucked-up horny mind.

That would be the only way you could have been thinking about Eren in such a risque way. "No, no, it's just my ex is here." Not even enough in you anymore to sigh, you couldn't turn your head before Eren could scoot you close in within his presence by the grasp he had on the underside of the stool you sat perched on. "Sorry, it just kind of caught me off guard, I guess."

Eren’s attention was completely devoted to you, his eyes carefully watching every twist and turn of your expressions, zoned in completely on your mood as it drained into something sour and insecure. You tried to keep up the front that you were trying to force out that you were having a good time—anything to help pry your ex’s eyes away from you as he seemed to be drifting closer and closer towards you as the night continued to painfully slowly unfold.

"Hey," you flinch as Eren laces his fingers between yours, this thumb rubbing comforting circles against your knuckles. "Sorry, what do you want to do? Wanna get out of here?" he asks, with his eyes searching to latch onto anything that would express how you felt. 

"Um, yeah, I think I've had enough for tonight," you admit, holding your breath at the way Eren’s hand slid from your thigh to your lower back as you rose from your seat. His dark eyes traced over your stiff movements carefully, eyes flickering nervously over the allure of your attractive curves, especially how dangerous they looked squeezed into your dress.

"I want to—" You watched him wince, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before looking back at you with a shy glance, almost as if he had to bite his tongue and start over to stop himself from saying something. "Did you want to come back to mine?"

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Time had to be an illusion. Eren didn't care too much about religion, but he was convinced that maybe he was just dead and this was him experiencing his own personal depiction of heaven.

From the whirlwind of events that began with him boldly inviting you back to his apartment, to the length of the very flushing conversation the two of you had on the car ride back, to the two of you laying limbs tangled against his mattress, everything about the way the night had unfolded seemed like something straight from one of his wet dreams. 

Eren even let a few stray tears spill past his thick, wet lashes from how touch-deprived you reminded him he was as he trembled in response to your lewd touch. Each stroke of your soft palm against the shaft of his dick entices an embarrassing, needy whine from his throat as his hips fuck against your slow, teasing hold.

The lights from the flat-screen TV that was mounted at the front of his bed illuminated as the show played. While the unattended lights from the show, which had been long ignored, only helped define the gleaming beauty of your features and sparkling dress.

In spite of the wicked work that your left fist was carrying out, he thought that you looked undoubtedly angelic. Eren was also convinced that he was going through some kind of brain rot with his badly clouded thoughts from how the only thing that could slip past his lips was the desperate, choked whimpers of your name.

A light strawberry flush spread from the bite of his cheeks to the trail of his heaving chest. Eren was too tied into the bubbling effects of pleasure, causing his nerves to melt under the touch of your palm. His own fist gripped, white-knuckled, into the pillow resting under his head. As his other hand grasped less tightly, his fingers wrapped fully around the wrist of your hand, which continued to pump his cock at a steady pace.

Even with his jittering nerves, he could still feel the sparkling, sticky gloss of your trial of nibbling kisses stick to the soft skin of his neck. Your lips ghost close to the shell of his earlobe, sending a welcomed sensation up his arched spine. "You have to talk to me, Eren. Tell me what you feel, honey."

Overwhelmed with just so many new sensations, Eren felt like he was just close to sobbing from how good he felt from the pleasure. You couldn't help but wait for his answer with a very self-satisfied smirk as he gasped at the kiss you placed right under his ear.

"It feel–" he swallowed back the words he struggled to choke on, "it feels really good, please." He hadn't even known what he was begging for, from just your touch. He had melted into a mumbling, brainless, shuddering puddle of nothing with each kiss and sleek stroke. 

"Hm, Does it now?" You were practically torturing the poor man, knowing exactly what you were doing when you talked to him in that sultry, flirty tone of yours. Rising from his side to sit perched with your knees pressed into the blanket of his soft duvet. Eren stared up at you as if he were entranced by your every move, his adam's apple bobbing with a thick swallow as your thick lips curled into an even more flattering, sweet smile. 

His cock ached over the loss of your touch, as if it weren't enough that you left him breathless, you had to muster the nerve to undress in front of him.

Sliding the straps of your dress over your shoulders and reaching behind you to unzip yourself loose, his eyes refused to leave yours as you yanked yourself out of the fabric with a kick, revealing the drooling sight of the hidden dark maroon matching set that had been tucked away underneath. Simply saying, "Come here." was enough to get him to crawl over to you.

Reaching out with an unsteady hand, his eyes glued to your chest, he sighs at just how perfectly your tits sit before placing his hands against them and gently fondling you, despite the pained look screwed on his face that you couldn't help but to bite back a chuckle at.

You had to admit that you found him very attractive—the sight of his pale, slender fingers dancing against your warm brown skin. Even with a layer of lace in the way, the feeling between your thighs still grew more agnited with the brush of his silver rings fumbling clumsily over your budding dark nipples.

Letting an encouraging moan part from your lips, Eren hadn't even gotten enough time to breathe in his new-found sense of appraisal, as the movement of your own hands unbuttoning the rest of his shirt left him feeling under your control once more. 

Opening his shirt with a bit of an inpatient tug, you apologized, "Sorry, you just have too many clothes on." It was a soft moment that both of you got to chuckle over as you helped him shoulder out of his button shirt as well as the muscle tee he wore under it with a shared giggle to ease back the tenseness.

"You should lay back," you said, running your fingers down his naked chest. Eren has just the right amount of muscle, his skin torso bundling with a lean peak of a six pack, almost as if he had accidentally gotten a ripped figure without even really trying. His greenish flag was just how damn attractive he managed to be, yet how unbelievably unaware he was of his own insufferable good looks.

“Wait." Eren sighs, his fingers instead threading themselves in between your wandering hand, just inches away from brushing against his very clear erection.

"Just give me—give me a second, please?" struggle to find the correct words, cursing the hard task of speaking, especially as all you did was watch the form of his lips with every word. Eren was surprised that he could even steady his breathing enough with how obviously you sat back and watched him catch his breath with that pretty smirk on your mouth that he wanted so badly to kiss, but he knew it would only rile him up more. 

After his small recoup of mercy, you helped him out of the rest of his jailing clothes. Only peppering around his face with quick kisses, knowing how sensitive Eren truly was, even as he squirmed around the feeling of your hand's gentle touch, putting his length into a condom, with his head tilted back and his eyes screwed shut.

You were truly surprised to see firsthand how touched and starved the man was. As you positioned his length near your entrance and slowly sheathed down on his cock, his hands were uncertain as to whether they wanted to hug around your hips or fondle with your tits.

The sensation takes a minute of stillness and shifting for not just Eren to get used to, not surprised on your part by your months of dry spell suddenly being broken with a bigger than average-length bulge while resting itself inside of you.

Every squirming inch of him inside is rudely rubbing against your warm walls as Eren's hands dig into the plush skin of your waist as if it were any more possible to hug the curve of your ass down against him. Feeling the tense muscles of his raised thighs against the brush of your behind, you both just needed a moment of relative stillness to allow your bodies to become more politely accustomed to the new sensation.

"Tell me when it gets too much." You let out a sigh as you gazed in awe at the man below you, Eren's hips shifting up at the hush warning in response. As you lifted yourself up with your hands resting to steady yourself against his torso. Leaning in closer towards him to get a better look at his glossy eyes, they mirrored the expression of awe that was on your face, and they continued to do so even as you sank back down onto his length.

Your pace would grow more excited, fueled by the punched-out groans of pleasure that would tumble from Eren's throat at the sensation of your pussy engulfing his cock completely. He hadn't bothered to cover his mouth, and with each shift of your hips, a string of whines would follow as he would praise your name as if he were mumbling a prayer.

The bedstrings of his mattress, accompanying the grunt of his lewd moans. Repeatedly, your hips would slam against his, aiding in the tense curl of his toes and the dizzy feeling he would get from throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut so tightly he was starting to see stars.

His hands held a death grip against your shifting waist, holding onto you as you tortured him at the unforgiving, grinding pace at which you bounced on his lap. "I— I can't, please, oh fuck—uh god." Eren would plead with you as if your entire world were in your hands. "I can't—I need to, please." Riddled with so much emotional desperation, and yet the last thing you wanted to do was hand him an orgasm so easily, the aroused part of you clenched at the sound of his begging.

"Just let it go, Ren." You sigh into his ear, gasping at the way his hips bucked into you in response. He was definitely working to do so, the slight switch of your control not flattering his pure sexual need as he squirmed all he could to chase after the slow grind of your hips. 

His body begged him to keep going, the need to want to drag it out as long as he could to stretch the knot as far as it would be possible let him not want the moment to end laying under your touch. Fueled by the sheer absolute pleasure that washed over him the moment he felt your lips part tongue poke out to suck under the sensitive spot under his ear, a melted expression stretched on his bitten sore lips as his hips buck under you.

You hadn't bothered to give him any more mercy than what you had already graced upon him. Every twitch and tremble felt beneath the warmth of your skin as you returned to your hips and began to meet Eren’s thrust, his moans sounding almost close to poetic. With overly drawn-out vowels and pitched whines, it brought you both to sheer intimate ecstasy.

It took a few sighs and some soothing touches to replace the hard press of his nails digging into the hips of your flesh. Even sharing a small kiss was maybe crossing a few boundaries, but both of you were too fucked out to care for the moment. After a few tosses and turns, Eren dragged the blankets to cover the both of you, kissing your bare shoulder blade as you crawled to lay down tucked under his arm.

"Do you…do you want to stay over?" It was hard for Eren to search for the right words to say, especially with his inability to even breathe correctly. He copied the way your chest rose and fell, knowing you could hear every thump and bump of his heart beating from his chest.

"I’d like that," you lean up to say, showing off that pretty smile that had him so entangled in the first place.

"If that's okay with you?" Eren didn’t mind one bit, snuggling the girl right in front of him closer to his chest with contentment.

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Idle Hands

Author's Note: I want to preface this by saying I know that this isn't my usual content. This mini-series is a result of my insomnia fueled rewatch of Outer Range, adhd, the high amount of Lew content we have been getting lately, and my dive back into country music. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, violence/ fighting, rodeo inaccuracies, smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Part 1: The Devil's Handiwork

Rhett hadn't planned to end up at the Handsome Gambler tonight, honestly.

But with Perry in jail, his parents on the outs, and Maria having left town, the Abbott house was just too—quiet.

So, he hopped in his beat-up old truck and headed into town. He had only planned to stay for one beer, really. But after he finished it, he realized that another one couldn't hurt. And boy, was he glad he talked himself into a second one.

Truthfully, Rhett was on his fourth beer now. But that was all because of you. Your band had been setting up when he first walked in and took a seat at the bar. Rhett had scoffed and rolled his eyes when he saw you.

You had on some well-worn cowboy boots, a flannel draped over you, and a pair of blue jeans that had to have been painted on because the fit you just right.

He figured you were one of those pop-country wannabes that seems to grace the bar more and more frequently.

But the minute you stepped on stage, Rhett knew he was wrong about you. You were different in the best way.

You didn't sing the songs that were all over the radio, that were upbeat, and full of life.

No. You sang songs about love and loss and betrayal. Songs that reminded him of the old country his father had raised him on.

And you were so convincing when sang them. Your words haunted him. The shake of your silver tambourine enchanted him. Drawing him in with every note. They bar must have had almost fifty people in it from here or there, but Rhett swore that you were singing right to him.

He was so bewitched watching you that he didn't realize how much time had passed. Soon, you were announcing your last song. It wasn't one he was familiar with, but he found himself tapping along to the beat as you sang

"Oh, lord, I need a little help."

You crooned into the microphone as you met his eyes.

"Oh, lord, come and save me from myself"

You sighed as you trailed your hand across you the tidbits of lace that peaked out from under your shirt and up your neck.

"And that devil's in the market for a pair of idle hands"

You finished with a wink and a crimson smirk across your face.

Rhett wiped his palms across his faded jeans as his very own hands, that had been setting idle just moments before, wrapped around the neck of his beer and brought it to his lips. He downed it in one gulp as you made your way off the stage and down to the crowd of on lookers, straight towards him.

Rhett fumbled with his wallet, trying to quickly pay his tab and leave, because in his head, he knew that you would be trouble.

He grabbed his hat from the bar and secured it on his head. He turned on his heels and collided with whoever had the misfortune to be behind him.

Rhett quickly caught himself and looked to apologize to whoever he crashed into, only to be met with you standing in front of him.

"Leaving so soon, Cowboy?" You spoke to him sweetly, voice flowing over him like honey.

"Y—yes ma'am." He stammered out.

You cocked your head to the side and clicked your tongue, not moving from your spot. You reached up and adjusted the hat that now sat askew on his head.

"Shame, I was hoping to have a drink with a thirsty cowboy, but if your whistle has already been wet, I guess I can find someone else." You sighed as you trailed your fingers down his bicep and looked up at him through your lashes.

"I—I suppose one drink couldn't hurt." Rhett stuttered. Your warm fingers on him was making it hard to think.

"Perfect." You smiled at him with a devilish grin.

Rhett swallowed thickly. He knew that this was either going to be the best or worst decision of his life. He just wasn't sure which one yet.

"So, Cowboy, you from around here or just passing through?" You ask him as the two of you settle into a booth tucked away from everyone else at your request.

"Born and raised here." Rhett answers you as he fiddles with the label on his beer before taking a sip of it. The hops of it dance across his tongue. Smoothe and familiar. It's a local brew, not something you can find at every bar and store. It surprises most people that Rhett drinks with when they see him order something niche.

"I've never seen this kind before. Is it any good?" You ask him as you gesture to his drink.

"S'one of my favorites," Rhett mumbles as you slide closer to him. Now your thigh is pressed against his. He can feel the warmth radiating off of your body.

"Wanna try it?" He offers as he tips the neck of the bottle towards you. "Sure." You grin at him.

Rhett expects you to take the bottle from his hand, but instead, you surge forward and connect your lips with his.

He lets out a surprise gasp, which allows you to slide your tongue into his mouth. Rhett relaxes into you. One of his large hands curling at the nape of your neck. But just ask quickly as you kissed him, you pulled away, leaving him breathless.

"You're right. It does taste pretty good." You breathe out as if nothing had happened. A laugh bubbles out of Rhett as he shakes his head and takes another drink.

"You're something else, darling." He chuckles. "Y'know, I just realized I never caught your name."

Now it's your turn to laugh. You smile at him sweetly before telling him your name. He repeats it back to you in his gravelly draw, and you think that it's never sounded better.

"You've got a mighty fine name, darling, but I think I'll call you Honeybee." He says.

"Oh, and why's that, Cowboy?" You challenge him.

"Because you're sweet with a little sting. And you can keep calling my Cowboy if you want, but Rhett works just fine, too." He smiles.

"Rhett." You draw out his name like the melody of one of the songs you just sang. Even though he's only heard you utter it once, Rhett can already tell he's addicted to the way his name falls from your lips.

"So where are you from? Because I know it's not from around here. I'd remember a pretty face like yours." Rhett asks you.

"You think I'm pretty?" You fire back. He cracks another smile and nods.

"I'm from Oklahoma. But I've been on the road for a while, following a dream." You tell him. "How the hell did you end up here?" He asks you. "My aunt and uncle have a ranch here. I'm spending the summer with them. Trying to reconnect with my roots." You explain.

Rhett shakes his head and realizes that your aunt and uncle's ranch is a few miles away from his family's. He hopes that means he'll get to see you more this summer.

"So what do you do for a living, Cowboy? Or do you just hang out in smokey bars all day?" You ask him. "I work on my family's ranch, and I ride bulls." He tells you with a shy grin.

"A bull rider. Guess that means you like to walk on the wild side?" You raise an eye brow as your hand comes to rest on his thigh. You trace lazy shapes over the faded denim.

"I've been known to take a few risks." Rhett says as he shifts closer to you.

"Is that so?" You ask him as you slide your hand along his thigh until it's resting atop of his obnoxiously large gold belt buckle that he won in his last rodeo.

"Yes, Ma'am." He replies calmly. You lean in closer to him. So close that he can smell the floral perfume you're wearing. Your lips are millimeters from his ear. "I may not be a thousand pound bull, but I sure could give you one hell of a ride tonight, if you're up for it, Cowboy." Your hot breath fans over him.

Rhett shutters at your words. And you smirk, proud of the effect you have on him. You go to pull your arm away, but he catches you by the wrist and places your hand over his bulging jeans. You cup his length through the fabric and press your thighs together.

"I think I might be the one giving you the ride of a lifetime." Rhett practically growls out.

"We'll see about that, Cowboy. I've been known to hold my own. I'm staying at the motel across the street for a few nights until my aunt fixes up the guest room at her house. I'm in room six. See you there." You wink at him before dropping a key onto the table and sliding out of the booth.

Rhett shamelessly watches you walk towards the exit. And when you turn back to blow him a kiss, he notices that the stetson hat that was once on his head now rests atop yours.

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Hi 👋🏻 Here is another prompt for Nestor Oceteva ❤️ #18 “So take these words, some good advice” from the ‘Mini Radio Show Prompt List’. Thank you so much.

Nestor wants to marry you; he has for a long time. The problem is you’ve never expressed any interest in it, he isn’t even sure if it’s on your radar. He rises the issue with Marcus when he’s collecting Santi for comic art class one afternoon. The young boy is packing up his sketchbook and pencils in his bedroom whilst Nestor stands in the kitchen with Marcus, the other man in the midst of making a cup of green tea when he broaches it.

“I want to marry Rosa.” He finds himself telling the other man.

Marcus smiles, his gaze fixated on the mug in front of him as he pours the hot water into it.

“And you want my permission?” Marcus asks as he picks up the cardboard tab of the teabag and begins to manipulate the string.

He raises his eyes to meet Nestor’s and the two of them share a smile. Marcus has been a father figure in your life for as long as you could remember, and he’s always been Nestor’s confidant when it comes to matters of the heart. There was a time a few years ago when they’d both sat in this kitchen wondering if they’d ever see you again. The fact he’s here right now, discussing this is a testament to just how far the two of you have come.

“I don’t know if it’s something that she wants.” Nestor says, outlining his problem to Marcus.

“It’s a tough one mijo,” Marcus sighs, taking a sip from his tea. “The truth is I have no idea. There was a time I would have said never but she’s settled over the past couple of years, put down roots. She may be ready for a little more security.”

He gives Nestor a moment to process his words. The other man has always been a grounding presence in your life, he’s given you a stability you’ve been lacking over the years, and he couldn’t ask for a better son in law if you choose to go down that path.

“I think the best course of action would be to sit down and have a conversation with her.” Marcus tells Nestor, “Get a feel for where she is with the whole idea.”

he knows that Marcus is right, that springing a proposal would be a bad idea. You have a habit of bolting when you get overwhelmed, and Nestor hates the thought of putting you in that position.

Every single one of the decisions you’ve made about moving forward have been together and Nestor intends to keep it that way.

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[flowergardeninthewall]

A quick list of types of hearing aids

I am hard of hearing or HOH and have been since I was born, and I have been wearing hearing aids for just about 18 years. The amount of rep I get from the QSMP is so special to me, and I've wanted to make a guide on the different types of hearing aids for a long time.

I will not be talking about cochlear implants because I do not know enough about them.

Hearing loss can be caused my multiple things. Loud sounds, aging, sickness, or even just because. Typically the sensors in your cochlear wear down and you hear less while the rest of your ear continues to work fine, so you can still feel pain from noises being too loud. Which is why Tallulah having hearing loss and being sensitive to noise are both able to coexist

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Your doctor will tell you don't stick shit in your ears. But if you wear hearing aids that rule does not apply to you. They go into your ear, they do not sit on the outside like an earbud

Much like any other accessibility device, hearing aids are not one size fits all.

In the canal (ITC) or (CIC) hearing aids sit fully in your ear canal and most of the time the only thing you will see from them is a little clear tab that can be pulled to remove them. These can be water resistant, and worn 24/7

In the ear (ITE) sit in your outer ear and are typically mounded to your ear. These are what a lot of people stereotypically think of when you think of hearing aids, but it's been a long time since I've actually seen someone using them

Behind the ear (BTE) there are two types of bte hearing aids. And the biggest difference is where the receiver sits. On a regular BTE there is a molded bud that sits in your outer ear and then extends into the canal. The receiver is up higher and in the aid that sits behind your ear. There are also mini BTEs where the receiver is in the ear canal.BTEs sit behind your ear with a small light bit of tubing that extends down into your ear. These are typically the bluetooth ones that can also act as earbuds

Why would a person who is deaf in one ear wear hearing aids in both? Why wear two at all?

Noise comes from all sorts of directions, and most people benefit from being able to hear in all directions. So if you are deaf in one ear the aid in that ear will send the audio feed to the aid in your good ear. Most of the time it is all about equalizing what you can hear in both ears. It's less disorienting.

You can read more about hearing aids here

https://www.nidcd.nih.gov/health/hearing-aids

Y la página esta en español también

https://www.nidcd.nih.gov/es/espanol/audifonos

While yes that is an american government site it still has some wonderful info on all sorts of communication disorders.

I do want to say that there are edge cases, and I do not cover all of them here. These are typically the hearing aids that you will come across.

My inbox is open if you have any other questions!

[thesims4blogger]

The Sims 4: New Game Patch (September 18th, 2024)

A new, small game update is now out. It’s supposed to fix a few errors regarding the ongoing “Grim Reaper’s Event”, as well as bringing the items from the first ever login event to the base game.

If you have auto updates enabled in Origin’s “Application Settings”, the game will auto-update once you open Origin. If you have auto-updates disabled, you will need to manually update by clicking the game in your library.

To ensure your game is up to date, check the game version found in Documents > EA > The Sims 4 > GameVersion.txt. Your game should now read: PC: 1.109.207.1020 / Mac: 1.109.207.1220; Console: 2.00.

Sul Sul Simmers!

Today’s update is intended to address some issues players encountered when participating in the Reaper’s Rewards Event, as well as a special update regarding reward items from the Happy At Home Event that ran earlier this year.

-The Sims 4 Team

Bug Fixes & Updates

Happy At Home Event / Base Game

We changed how Event rewards are stored with our September 18 update. After this change, we learned that some Simmers are missing rewards they earned through the Happy At Home Event we ran earlier this year.

To make sure everyone gets the rewards they earned, we’re granting players across all platforms the Happy At Home Event rewards with today’s update.

All of the Happy At Home Event rewards will be added to the game permanently with this update for all players, with no action needed from you. Need help finding them in-game? Read our guide on how to find your rewards in Build Mode and Create a Sim.

Build/Buy Mode:

Bullseye Dartboard

Casual Comfort Pillow

Compact Bar

Guerdon Goods Mini Fridge

Guerdon Goods Vending Machine

NanoCan 2.0

Create a Sim

Athleisure Wear

Night Sky Layered Necklace

Practice Makes Perfect Sim Trait

Serenity Hairstyle

We don’t expect this issue to impact the Reaper’s Rewards Event, as those rewards will be linked to your EA account rather than stored only on your device. We don’t plan on adding those rewards to the Base Game at a later date. The addition of the Happy At Home Event rewards with today’s update are a one-time make good to thank you for your patience as we continue to work on, and improve, Events in The Sims 4.

Reaper’s Rewards Event / Base Game

Resolved an issue where the Reaper’s Rewards quests would disappear from the UI.

Addressed situations where players on console could lose event progress when completing quests while offline.

Addressed an issue where the Event Points progression bar would fail to update when completing quests offline.

Resolved an issue where the main menu quest notification was missing elements when displayed in certain languages.

Packs purchased while in-game will no longer appear twice in the Store tab when using custom filters.

Various improvements to the Reaper’s Rewards Event UI.

Happy Simming!

[machveil]

Collective Writings - König

Collective Writings navigation page - current tab, tab two

posts surrounds my dearly beloved König!🎀✨for fics 18+ please read content warnings (CW) - you come first! check the fic before you read it

König:

König daily sketch - mini comic

König gives bear hugs - blurb

CatDad!König propaganda - headcanon

CatDad!König propaganda - if his cat brought back a rat - blurb

CatDad!König - mini comic

König being too tall - blurb

Monster!König fluff - fic

Door frame - blurb

Monster!König being domestic - headcanon

General König Headcanons - personal thoughts - headcanon

Roommate!König - complains/hoodies/sleep/cuddles - headcanon

Monster!König and lethargic period symptoms - headcanon + reblogged with Monster!König and general lethargy

Boyfriend!König loves your puppy - headcanon

Neighbor!König pt 1 - headcanon

König handstand - blurb

König is a hot chocolate snob - blurb

Loser!König info-dumps - reblog + blurb

Neighbor!König pt 2 - fic

Roommate!König - in your room/parallel play/hangs out/alone - headcanon

König is a beer snob - blurb

Neighbor!König - not canon/sees another man - headcanon

König orange peel theory - blurb

Loser!König is just König - headcanon

Retired!König and König, motorcycle/jeep - headcanon

Neighbor!König Headcanons - headcanon

König snacks on bananas - headcanon

FallenAngel!König - headcanon

König and his family’s height - headcanon

König plays Animal Crossing: New Horizons - headcanon

SecretAdmirer!König - headcanon

König wants you to feel special - reblog + blurb

Roommate!König - tails you/laundry/stares/rent - headcanon

Monster!König x M!Reader fluff - fic

(18+, mdni) Loser!König crushing on you - fic

Loser!König aftermath (cont.) - blurb

Dancing in the Rain - headcanon

Artsy!König - headcanon

König and his siblings - reblog + blurb

Kiss it Better - headcanon

König’s hair - headcanon

Boyfriend!König buys you daffodils - headcanon

Thigh holster - blurb

Husband!König kisses - headcanon

CatDad!König holding kitties - headcanon

Vegas Wedding Bells - fic

König - birth year and age - headcanon

Gute Nacht - headcanon

Your birthday - headcanon

König x M!Reader - M!Reader is 8’ tall - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Monster!König x M!Reader - Getting Handsy… Tentacly? - fic

König is an open ended character - blurb

König - Decidueye - comic

CoD Headcanon: Pokémon Teams - headcanon

Baker!König - blurb

König brings snacks to briefings - headcanon

König in the kitchen - blurb

(18+, mdni) Loser!König crushing on you Pt 2 - fic

Boyfriend!König x M!Reader - Oktoberfest - headcanon

CoD Headcanon: Cop a Feel- headcanon

König and his clothes - headcanon

König went through an emo phase - headcanon

König is expressive - blurb

König’s bedsheets - photo

König slipping in the shower - headcanon

Retired!König x Retired!Reader - headcanon

ChildhoodBestFriend!König reunites with you - headcanon

Husband!König x Eczema!Reader - headcanon

CatDad!König with a kitten - blurb

König saying ‘Aua’ - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Boyfriend!König is comfortable touching you - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

Dad!König - teacher conferences/playground - headcanon

(18+, mdni) König with a thirsty Reader - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Piercing HCs with König and Simon Riley - headcanon

König with a Clingy!Reader - headcanon

YT!König doing mukbangs - headcanon

König x M!Reader with dysmorphia on their period - headcanon

König - unintentionally clumsy - headcanon

CoD Headcanon: Man vs Nature - headcanon

ScareActor!König - well known/sees you/scares you - headcanon

CoD Men: Associated Songs - blurb

18+ Fics:

(18+, mdni) Loser!König crushing on you - fic

(18+, mdni) Monster!König x M!Reader - Getting Handsy… Tentacly? - fic

(18+, mdni) Loser!König crushing on you Pt 2 - fic

(18+, mdni) Boyfriend!König is comfortable touching you - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) König with a thirsty Reader - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Piercing HCs with König and Simon Riley - headcanon

Fic Recommendations:

(18+, mdni) König fics - fluff, nsfw below the cut

thanks again to followers and friends for keeping up with my writing! CoD requests are always welcomed, please review this post before requesting🎀✨ giving you guys a big, fat kiss for being wonderful and I hope to see you around - either in my inbox or notifications<3

[harlowtales]

Panic sets in as Jack’s daughter is late coming off the school bus. Jack feels guilty he’s not around more. ***18 + Language***

“Daddy I don’t need you to walk me to the bus.” Patricia said shooing him away “Move back, like go in the house.”

“Patricia I have to stand here with you.” Jack reasoned with his mini-me

“Please Daddy they’ll laugh at me. Goooooo.” Patricia said pushing him back but he didn’t budge

“Who da fuc….I mean who will laugh P?” as he called her. Jack had to keep tabs on his language and temper.

“Everyone like Jason, Britney, Tyler, and Beca.” She said. “They sit in the middle of the bus and I have to pass by them and they say…oooh look at the baby did Daddy feed you this morning too?” Patricia said mocking them.

“Well, I have to make sure you’re safe.” Jack said with no plans to move from her side until the bus came. He remembers being teased on the bus because of his eye patch. He tried to focus on Patricia and not go back to that in his mind.

“You nervous?” He looked down and asked her

“Sorta” she admitted twirling her hair

“It ain’t no thang its just like last year ight?” Jack reassured her.

“Daddy you talk funny.” Patricia observed but was now smiling so Jack considered it a win

You were filled with anxiety as this was only her 2nd year at school. You watched them from the window but didn’t want to get all emotional. Patricia hated that and preferred to have her Dad wait with her although these days she was following him around less. Jack was feeling the gut-punch of her trying to establish her independence.

“So you remember how to reach us?” He said

“Yup!” She nodded

The bus pulled up and Jack hoisted Patricia up much to her dismay, but the steps were still a bit steep for her little legs to climb.

“Daddy, I can do it.” She insisted

“It’s either I help you up or Mommy drives you.” Jack warned. Patricia hated when her mom drove her to school. She had to listen to “baby music” in the car when she wanted to hear songs from her dad and uncle Gee but her mom said she was too little. Plus she wanted to be big and ride to school with older kids and her friends.

“Daddy goodbye!” She said and flung her arms around him pecking him on the cheek. Jack stepped back in surprise. She never did that in public anymore.

“Wow. You got a kiss?” You said in shock when Jack came back into the house.

“Yeah. Feel like I’m fan-girling. I may never wash this side of my face again.” He said with his hand on the spot as if to keep it warm until she came back at 3 oclock.

He came behind you washing the dishes in your pyjamas and messy top bun and gave you a warm hug.

“Thank you baby.” He said as he nuzzled his nose in your neck and kissed you softly.

“For what?” You asked melting in his arms as usual

“Just…like EVERYTHING.” He said “If I had time you know what would be going down with Pumpkin gone.” He said slapping your ass and heading upstairs to get ready to go.

“Boy go” You said rolling your eyes and smiling. “That’s how we got in trouble the first time.”

“Well we got 7 more times.” Jack yelled back from the top of the stairs.

“8 kids? He is TRIPPIN” You said as you swept the floor.

PART 2

The hectic day was over. It took the bus so long to get there with so many delays that Patricia was tired by the time she got to school. You argued with Jack about sending Patricia to public school. He wanted her to have the experience he had growing up that made him a regular person. The thing to deal with though was crowded buses and classrooms. Not exactly what you wanted but Jack was stubborn and Patricia had a great first year, especially once she stopped fighting, which made Jack proud, but he had to tell her it was unacceptable.

By the end of the day the bus was late and she was squeezed and pushed as usual by all the kids trying to get to their favourite seat. She lucked out and got to sit with her friends. “Ok kids there’ll be a few detours and delays like this morning so call your parents and let em know but we’ll get you home safe and sound.” The driver said as he closed the doors and the bus chugged to start off down the gravel road. Patricia took out her phone to call her mom but she didn’t get an answer and she didn’t dare call her dad during the day. He was too busy. She thought nothing of it and put her phone back in her backpack quickly. Whenever other kids saw her phone they teased her because it was a refurbished iPhone 11. No way was Jack going to give a 6 year old an expensive phone.

“Does that thing even have data or do you have to send smoke signals?” One of her friends teased “Your Dad is literally Jack Harlow. You could break a phone every day and get a new one.”

“I know it’s so lame.” Patricia said. She was picking up lingo at school and starting to already sound like a pre-teen. Suddenly the bus came to a halt. Traffic was backed up for miles.

“Sorry kids. Looks like I took the wrong detour. We’ll be awhile.” The driver called out to the sweaty, hungry, cranky kids. If was now approaching 5pm.

You called Patricia right back as you had just missed the call putting a roast in the oven, but it kept going to her cute little voicemail “Whats Poppin y’all try again byeee!” It said and clicked off.

“Breathe I’m sure it’s just traffic.” You told yourself, but after another hour you tried the school.

“Mrs. Harlow it’s all good the bus is stuck in traffic is all.” The secretary said sweetly putting you at ease. You set about packing her karate bag and McDonald’s was definitely in order, as by the time she got home she’d be running late for class. Jack was always mad when you took her to McDonald’s instead of KFC but according to Patricia the nuggets were “sucky” at KFC and you had no time to hear her complain.

The sun started to go down. It was now passing 7PM and you couldn’t take it anymore. The school wasn’t picking up and Patricia wasn’t answering. You called Neelam in distress to get a message to Jack but no answer and you didn’t want to bother him, they were shooting a video. Urban wasn’t picking up either.

“Fuck!! My baby!” You exclaimed on the verge of tears. You were sure she was on the bus but what if…no you wouldn’t let yourself go there. Your phone rang and you jumped. It was Grandpa. You totally forgot he was waiting at Karate class to see Patricia practice.

“Grandpa! I’m so sorry we can’t make it tonight.” You said fighting tears

“Y/N what’s wrong? Is it my little pumpkin?” He said concerned

“Yes. Gramps I’m so worried. She’s not home off the bus yet. I don’t know what to do.” You said shaking

“What? Does Jack know?” He asked

“No. He’s shooting a video. They’re all busy, nobody is answering their phones.” You explained trying to figure out what to do.

“Like hell he’s too busy. I’ll call you back.” Grandpa said hanging up and dialling Jack but you were right. Straight to a VM he never checked anyway.

“Sit tight I’m on my way.” Grandpa said when he called you back. Him and Clay pulled up 20mins later “We have to find her.” He said “The whole family is worried sick.”

“When’s the last time you heard from her?” Clay asked as you hopped in.

“I missed her call around 4.” You said.

“Do you know the bus route?” Grandpa asked

“Yes I do, but it took a detour and I don’t know the alternate route they would’ve taken and dispatch has been busy for hours.” You said feeling nauseous now.

Finally a call came in from Neelam on the car speaker “Hey guys. Everyone is calling me today! We were in the middle of shooting what’s up?”

“Patricia’s missing.” Grandpa said making you panic more because Jack would be freaking out.

“No she’s on the bus but hasn’t come home and won’t answer her phone. I’m sure she’s on the bus and ok.” You corrected but Neelam heard the shakiness in your voice. You were always trying to avoid taking Jack away from work.

“I’m telling Jack immediately.” Neelam said hanging up. They had wrapped for the day and were just hanging out eating and talking. “Jack.” Neelam said slowly approaching him.

“What’s up with you? Why you acting weird?” Jack said coming out of joking around with the guys

“Jack…” Neelam said but started crying

Jack went pale. “Is it Y/N?” He said

Neelam shook her head no.

“Gramps?” He tried again

Neelam could barely answer “No….oh geez.”

“Fuck Neelam spit it out!” Jack said angrily his eyes wide.

“Patricia never came off the bus after school.” Neelam finally managed to say.

“WHAT” Jack said frozen “Neelam. What? I didn’t hear you, what?”

Urban stepped in seeing his best friend in a state of shock. He called you right away and put you on speaker. “Where is she and what happened?” He asked but before you could answer Jack came on snapping out of his initial shock.

“Y/N where’s my baby?” He said completely broken

“Oh hunny.” You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore as soon as you heard his voice they came like a flood.

Clay spoke for you and told Jack the whole story while Grandpa rubbed your back. “I’m driving around trying to find the bus. We know the number of it. I got you bro don’t worry. Oh shit! A call! Don’t move bro.”

“I got her.” It was Maggie on the line “I got the little stinker right here. She’s ok!” You heard Patricia giggling in the background and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. “I came to the house to wait, and she showed up. She’s hungry and tired but she’s fine.”

Clay patched Jack in on the call. “We got her! She’s on the line.” He happily announced to his big brother.

“You ok muffin?” Jack said trying to be calm and not upset his daughter. What was coming off as calm was seething anger. He would have some words for the school tomorrow. For now he was so happy she was ok.

“I’m ok Daddy. We played games and stuff it was kinda fun, but Daddy I need a new phone.” She said

“Ok Pumpkin later ok? We’ll talk about that later.” Jack said. “I’m headed home now. I love you so much.” He felt like throwing up.

“Bro let’s go. You ok?” Urban said

“I feel sick bro. I never felt anything like that before.” Jack said regaining his composure

They got up to the house and as soon as Jack was inside he scooped Patricia up and hugged her super tight. “Daddy you’re squishying me.” She complained trying to wriggle free and not sure what all the fuss was about. She was the centre of attention and everyone was over at her house which only really happened on her birthday or special times. She got hugs and kisses from everyone.

“Thanks y’all for all coming together like this.” Jack said as his arm was around you keeping you steady. It had been such an emotional day. “Me and Y/N really love y’all.”

“Of course hunny we’re always here.” Maggie said

“But not me. I’m not always here am I.” Jack said of himself critically and dropped his head in sadness

“Babe no. How could you know? Don’t say that.” You said coming to his defence. Jack was an amazing father.

“How many times did you call me Y/N?” Jack asked you clearly upset

“Um none. I called Neelam and..” you answered but Jack cut you off

“P, yo P” He said to Patricia who was sitting on her Grandmother’s lap “How many times did you call Daddy.”

“None. You’re working silly.” She answered truthfully

“See? Nobody even called me because I told y’all don’t call when I’m working and I turn my phone off.” Jack said sitting with his head in his hands now.

“Look son.” Grandpa said “Every man has to learn this the hard way. I was the same way but, you learn that nothing is worth all your attention like your family. I’m proud of you though.”

“Proud? Come on Paw. Get real look what just happened.” Jack said looking down. It was hard for him to even look at Patricia, but he motioned over to her to sit on his lap. “You call Daddy anytime you want ok?” He said kissing her “You too.” He said looking up at you. “You guys are not an interruption.” He said kissing your hand that was on his shoulder.

PART 3

Jack woke up early to get Patricia to school. By the time you woke up he was out of the shower and getting dressed. “Hunny be calm when you meet with them ok?” You said sleepily

“I don’t need a fucking lecture Y/N.” He said as he kissed you on the forehead.

“Hey. I’m on your side. Chill.” You said “You’re the best Dad in the world.”

“I’m sorry.” He said. You had a way of saying the right thing to him. “Sure you don’t want to come?”

“Um no. I don’t want to witness that.” You said rushing into the bathroom

“Wait…witness what?” Jack said confused

“Bye hunny good luck.” You said through the door. No way did you want to be there in case Jack got heated. They could deal with that on their own.

“Don’t tell your mom.” Jack said as they got into the Jeep and he started playing Patricia’s favourite EST Gee song. He pulled up to the school and immediately students and teachers started coming to the windows. Teachers knocked on Patricia’s teacher’s door to borrow random items.

“Come in Mrs. Smith.” Patricia’s teacher said rolling her eyes as that had been the 6th interruption in 15mins.

“I just wanted to borrow your stapler.” She said looking right at Jack who was kneeling beside Patricia looking at all her work. “Oh Mr. Harlow. I had no idea you were here today.” She said nervously. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“Nice to see you Mrs.Smith.” Jack said knowing exactly what she was up to “Tell Mr. Smith he gets luckier every day.”

“Oh my thank you Jack.” She said blushing

“Ok Mrs. Smith Jack is here to see the Principal would you mind taking him down to the office?” Patricia’s teacher said happy to get rid of her.

“Oh don’t mind at all.” She said linking arms with Jack. He was happy to make her day as she was almost retired. “My… somebody works out a lot.” She said beaming.

“P, I’ll be back to pick you up.” Jack said to Patricia as he left. He didn’t dare call her Pumpkin at school and and she liked P. She said it sounded gangster.

“Ok…better be you and not Mommy.” She said not looking up from her art project.

“Hey, I can rap you know.” This one little boy named Arthur said that sat beside Patricia

“You can’t rap with a name like Arthur.” Patricia said engrossed in what she was doing. She had her dad’s focus when she loved something and had grown tired of little boys telling her they could rap.

“Your dad uses his real name.” Arthur said hurt

“Yeah cuz his name is Jack Harlow.” Patricia said rolling her eyes.

“Shhhh! Stop talking back there.” Their teacher said

PART 4

Jack sat waiting for the principal as Mrs. Smith finally let go of his arm which took some doing and agreeing to pass by her classroom for some homemade cookies.

“Mr. Harlow, you can go in now.” The receptionist said.

The whole office turned to squeal in a whisper as he went into the office. The Principal rolled her eyes at them and shook her head. “Please Mr. Harlow have a seat.” She said not the least bit rattled by his celebrity, charm, or good looks.

“Where’s that older dude with the comb over?” Jack asked confused

“Oh Mr. Hartford? He didn’t come back this year. He retired.” She said. “How can I help you sir?”

Jack was planning to go off on Mr.Hartford but this lady made him feel like he was back at Atherton. “Um well…the school bus yesterday…” He started to say but she interjected.

“Sir, we are issuing a statement today for all parents.” She said firmly “I’m sure you get all the emails?” She asked. Jack could tell she was all business with her severe bun and blouse with a proper bow done up to her neck. She had sharp eyebrows and a stern look on her face at all times.

“Yeah I..well my wife she gets them.” He said gulping a bit. Why did he feel like he was in trouble for something? Even the smell of the office was taking him back to school making him fidget in his chair and the clock on the wall ticking was unnerving.

“Mr. Harlow I can assure you this will never happen again. We have all kinds of issues this year with bussing but seeing as Patricia is what we call a high profile student, we have an alternate smaller bus at the ready to drop her off from now on and if it is a minute late call me directly. I made sure they directly report to me.” She said strictly

“Um…thank you Miss. I, me, uh…my wife, we appreciate it.” Jack said feeling sweaty for some reason.

“You may be assured we will make sure Patricia is safe.” She said “Is there anything else Mr. Harlow sir?”

“No. Thank you so much. I can see Patricia is in good hands here.” Jack said as they stood and shook hands.

“Of course Mr. Harlow, and please tell Mrs Harlow I appreciate her helping in the school with our reading program. I heard the children look forward to her coming and they love the snacks she brings. I hope to get to know her better.” The principal said

“My wife does that? Of course she does. I knew that. I’ll tell her Miss.” Jack said humbly as he left her office

When he got home he was very quiet which made you nervous. “Hunny how did it go?” You said anxiously as you looked up from your laptop. You were busy doing the household budget for the month.

“Come here.” He said pulling you in and kissing you. “You amazing fucking beautiful kick ass woman.”

“Um me? Or Principal Beasley?” You said wondering what was up with your husband

“I don’t think Miss. Beasley has any interest in me.” He said laughing “I was nervous as shit. Totally folded.” He said “That old dude is gone. He was a jerk, but Miss. Beasley was the TRUTH. Ain’t no way I was popping my shit with her.” He said remembering how the encounter made him feel like a school boy.

“She’s very strict. Patricia doesn’t mess with her at all.” You said laughing

“I’m just so out of touch.” Jack said looking into your eyes. “And don’t make excuses for me. I should know you read to school kids. I should know there’s a new principal.” He said frustrated

“Hunny. At least you care. My Dad never went to my a school.” You said

“But babe I’m doing the bare minimum for you guys.” He said

“Are you fucking kidding me? Bare minimum?” You said getting irritated “Do you know what you do for this family? You are literally everything.”

Still locked in an embrace with your husband you took his face in your hands and kissed him deeply.

“Just come with me next time cuz it’s crazy in there.” He said shooting himself with his fingers to his head.

“Oh Mrs. Smith? She gets so outta pocket about you.” You said giggling

“Oh so you know and you let me go into that alone?” He said tickling you. You both tumbled onto the couch and continued kissing like two teenagers. He was right on top of you getting hard.

“Ewwwwwww!!!” Patricia said as she stumbled upon the both of you.

“Patricia! Your home early. Daddy was going to pick you up.” Jack said straightening himself out and getting off of you.

“They got me this little stupid baby bus.” She said throwing down her backpack “It’s just me and a few other kids so I get home fast.” She said

“Hunny how was your day?” You asked her wishing you had more time with Jack alone.

“I just said I don’t like the baby bus.” She said annoyed. Patricia challenged you constantly.

“Watch your mouth P.” Jack warned

“Sorry Mommy.” She apologized under Jack’s stare. She reached into her backpack “Mrs. Smith sent these cookies for you Daddy.”

You looked at him and he looked at you. “Thanks P.” Jack said taking the crumpled brown bag from Patricia’s tiny hands. “Baby…take this and toss it ASAP Rocky.” Jack whispered to you as he chuckled. “That roast smells so good. I just gotta go downstairs for a bit. I’ll take P with me.”

“Beats only Jackman…and clean lyrics.” You chided

“Baby of course.” He said to you and snuck a look to Patricia and winked. She looked at him and nodded.

“I can show you the bars I got Daddy like Uncle G…” Patricia didn’t finish her sentence as Jack covered her mouth, picked her up and swung her around as she giggled and they disappeared to the studio.

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5/19/25 Word Count Goal Fill

Tabgrant; modern AU in which Grant owns a cat cafe (it's a whole thing just roll with it). Continues directly from 5/18 (730 words)

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He’s saved from opening his mouth without thinking and making a huge mistake when Joe strolls in, grinning in his signature “I’m about to start some shit” way. And sure enough:

“Don’t feel the need to push it, or just a crazy agoraphobic cat lady?” 

Tab loses it immediately. It’s not the first time he’s heard Joe make a joke like this, but it seems like it only gets funnier every time. Especially when you pair it with the way that Chuck just scoffs and raises his eyebrows: 

“Well I’m not real into hate sex, Joe, so I don’t think there’s a whole lot of advice I can ask from you,” he retorts. He throws an amused smirk at Tab as he’s trying to reign in his cackling, and the way Joe hoots in laughter just makes him break even further. It’s not long before Chuck gives in as well, snickering along with them. 

“So,” Joe says as they quiet, looking to Chuck. “I’m supposed to bring something home that’s in your fridge?”

“Oh, right,” he says, and ambles over to the mini unit under the counter.

Their conversation shifts to the bizarre concoction Tipper has steeping in the fridge behind the counter, but Tab files the new information from the last hour carefully away. He doesn’t know how to thank Chuck for his honesty, or his trust, when he easily could have just cracked a joke at his question and left it at that. He tosses a smile and a goodbye to both Chuck and Joe, leaves the cafe with Trigger at his heels and his cup refilled, and mulls over the implications of for-lease signs on front lawns just down the block from a fellow vet’s providential dream. 

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“I know you joked earlier that I knew why, but I highly doubt you had absolutely no way to get a date tonight,” Chuck pipes up later that evening. They’re on the couch, eating the leftover tiramisu straight from the container Smokey brought by the cafe while Tab was stuck at the shelter, and making fun of whatever the Hallmark channel’s decided to run in honor of the holiday. 

Tab shrugs one shoulder while he goes in for another bite of the absolute heaven that Smokey left for them. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thinks he remembers hearing that tiramisu was one of Alton’s favorites, but he doesn’t examine that any closer. He’s got a glass house of the highest order, sitting in the living room that he and Chuck now co-own and sharing dessert with him from the same dish while cheesy-ass romantic movies play in the background. If he wasn’t enjoying this (way too much), he’d scoff at the hilarity of it all. They’re grown men. They’ve both jumped out of airplanes for a living, for a brief moment in time. But they’re crowing in triumph nonetheless when the cookie cutter movie protagonist finally gets her shit together and kisses her love interest. 

“I dunno,” he says, and tries not to sound too despondent. “The absolute last thing I want to be is single, but I’m also sick of running around and trying so damn hard.” Trying so damn hard to find someone who even comes close to measuring up to you, which is most definitely what he does NOT say. 

“Fair ‘nough,” Chuck says through a mouthful of tiramisu and nods consideringly. “And besides, anything that keeps you from bringing someone like Alice again—”

“Oh, god,” Tab guffaws. “Tell me about it. Or someone like Will? Fuck!”

Chuck cackles.

They only realize that it’s long past midnight and that they’ve been talking shit about past partners for hours when Trigger puts both his front paws up on the couch next to Tab’s knees and huffs imploringly. 

“Alright, alright,” Tab sighs. “Time for bed.”

He says his goodnights to Chuck and does his damndest not to melt at the soft smile he gives him before he heads to his own room, loose in content and sleepiness. 

“Not too bad, huh buddy?” He scratches behind Trigger’s ears as he pushes his door shut and turns out the light. “We even managed to top last year.” 

He falls asleep that night with his dog warm and heavy on his legs, and his heart so light he thinks it’s going to escape him and drift through the ceiling.

[sexyirish7]

More Slots on Signs

For those of you with Cats & Dogs, Dine Out, and Business & Hobbies packs, there are signs that you can apply certain decals to. However, I found those slots to be limiting and therefore I looked into and have updated the signs for Dine Out and Business & Hobbies. I will work on the Cats & Dogs Signs in probably a month or so.

THESE ARE NOT DEFAULT OVERRIDES!

Also, because these signs are pack-specific, they do require the associated pack in order to work. If you do not have Dine Out, but do have Business & Hobbies, only download the Business & Hobbies signs and vice versa.

DOWNLOAD for FREE: SFS

OR at Patreon*

*You must be over 18 to access my Patreon page.

As part of this, I am in the process of updating all of my wall decals and neon wall lights so that they can be placed on these signs.

This is also my first time creating gifs, so I apologize if they are very slow to load. However, I felt it was better to use gifs to show you the slots than individual pictures. Thank you to Khlas for helping with this part.

From the Dine Out Pack (GP03):

Download: SI7_MoreSlotSigns_GP03.zip

Unfulfilled Floor Sign

Unfulfilled Wall Sign

Unfulfilled Hanging Sign

From the Business & Hobbies Pack (EP18)

Download: SI7_MoreSlotSigns_EP18.zip

Mild Maxel's Micro Marquee

Mild Maxel's Mini Marquee

Mild Maxel's Swivel Sign

Please let me know if there are any issues. Enjoy!

Creations by SexyIrish7

These cc objects were produced as selective clones using Sims 4 Studio.

Dine Out Signs

Unfulfilled Hanging Wall Sign: Increased from 6 slots to 24 deco slots (12 on each side)

Unfulfilled Wall Sign: Increased from 5 slots to 88 deco slots

Unfulfilled Floor Sign: Increased from 10 slots to 108 deco slots (54 on each side)

Unfulfilled Hanging Wall Sign Polygon Count: 66

Unfulfilled Wall Sign Polygon Count: 80

Unfulfilled Floor Sign Polygon Count: 82

REQUIRES: Game Pack 3: Dine Out

Business & Hobbies Signs

Mild Maxel's Swiveled Sign: Increased from 2 slots to 8 deco slots (4 on each side)

Mild Maxel's Mini Marquee: Increased from 5 slots to 25 deco slots

Mild Maxel's Micro Marquee: Increased from 1 slot to 4 deco slots

Mild Maxel's Swiveled Sign Polygon Count: 138

Mild Maxel's Mini Marquee Sign Polygon Count: 286

Mild Maxel's Micro Marquee Sign Polygon Count: 122

REQUIRES: Expansion Pack 18: Business & Hobbies

All CC have:

*Ability to search catalog using search terms: sexyirish7 and si7

*Customized thumbnail

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CREDITS:

Software credits:

Sims 4 Studio v. 3.2.4.3 (Star): https://sims4studio.com

GIMP v. 2.10.34: https://www.gimp.org/

Inkscape v. 1.2: https://inkscape.org/

Thank you to the creators and moderators producing tutorials and answering questions!

Thank you to qolygonal for their helpful tutorial https://sims4studio.com/thread/26149/wall-deco-slot

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For decals or other wall objects like wall lights to fit in these slots, go to object catalog on warehouse tab. The SlotTypeSet should have the following value: B102F9605A81DFB7

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