#poolsticks

[snookerinsights]

The Best POOL CUES & Pool Cue STICKS

When it comes to the world of competitive and recreational pool, the cue stick reigns supreme as the most vital equipment. It serves as an extension of your arm, enabling you to exert precise control over the cue ball and execute shots with finesse and accuracy. Whether you're a seasoned professional or a casual player looking to enhance your skills, selecting the perfect pool cue can significantly impact your game.

The realm of pool cues offers a wide array of options, each boasting unique features and advantages. From the materials used in their construction to factors like weight, balance, and customization possibilities, every aspect of a pool cue can influence its performance and feel. To help you navigate this expansive world and find the ideal pool cue or stick to suit your needs, we have compiled an extensive guide to assist you in discovering the best options available.

The Importance of Materials The material employed in crafting a pool cue stands as one of the most critical considerations. The three most common materials used are wood, carbon fiber, and graphite, each possessing its distinct characteristics and benefits.

Wooden pool cues, such as those made from maple or ash, represent the traditional choice and provide a classic feel. These cues are renowned for their durability and consistent performance, making them a popular option among both recreational and professional players. Wooden cues offer a solid and reliable feel that many players find comforting and familiar.

On the other hand, carbon fiber and graphite cues are garnering popularity due to their lightweight and responsive nature. These materials offer a faster and more precise feel, making them favorites among players who prioritize control and accuracy. The reduced weight of carbon fiber and graphite cues can also help to minimize fatigue during extended playing sessions, ensuring you maintain focus and consistency.

Ultimately, the decision between wood, carbon fiber, or graphite boils down to personal preference and aligning with the specific requirements of your playing style. Some players may prefer the traditional feel of a wooden cue, while others may be drawn to the heightened responsiveness of a carbon fiber or graphite cue.

Customization and Personalization One of the greatest joys of owning a pool cue lies in the ability to customize it according to your preferences. Many manufacturers offer an extensive range of customization options, allowing you to select the shaft material, tip type, wrap, and finish.

Investing in a custom-made pool cue can be a game-changer, as it enables you to tailor the cue precisely to your unique playing style and hand size. Such a level of personalization can significantly enhance your comfort and confidence at the table, as you will be wielding a cue that perfectly aligns with your needs.

Regarding customization, you can choose from various shaft materials, including maple, ash, and even exotic woods like ebony or cocobolo. Additionally, you can select the type of tip, ranging from soft to hard, as well as the wrap material, which can impact the cue's grip and feel.

Moreover, many manufacturers offer an assortment of finishes, ranging from classic stains to bold and eye-catching designs. This ensures that you can truly make your pool cue your own, reflecting your personal style and preferences.

Weight and Balance The weight and balance of a pool cue play crucial roles in determining its performance. A cue that is excessively heavy can lead to fatigue, while one that is too light may lack the stability and control required to execute shots with precision.

The optimal weight for a pool cue generally falls within the range of 18 to 21 ounces, although personal preference and playing style can cause this to vary. Some players may prefer a heavier cue to attain added stability, while others may find a lighter cue more comfortable and easier to maneuver.

Many manufacturers offer cues with adjustable weight systems, allowing you to fine-tune the weight and balance to your liking. This level of customization proves particularly valuable for players with specific preferences or those who may need to adjust their cue to accommodate changes in their playing style or physical condition.

Brands to Consider Several brands stand out for their quality, innovation, and reputation when it comes to the best pool cues and pool cue sticks:

McDermott: Renowned for their durable and high-performance cues, McDermott offers a wide range of options suitable for players of all skill levels. Crafted from premium materials, their cues feature innovative design elements, such as the patented Uni-Loc joint system, which ensures a secure and consistent connection between the shaft and butt.

Predator: Widely acclaimed for their cutting-edge technology and sleek designs, Predator cues are favorites among professional and advanced players. These cues incorporate advanced materials like carbon fiber and graphite, as well as proprietary technologies like the Revo shaft, designed to amplify control and consistency.

Schmelke: Known for exceptional craftsmanship and customization options, Schmelke cues are a top choice for dedicated pool enthusiasts. Each Schmelke cue is meticulously handmade in the United States, emphasizing quality and attention to detail. Customers can select from a variety of wood types, joint styles, and other customization options to create a truly unique cue.

Lucasi: Recognized for their consistent performance and affordable pricing,Lucasi cues are an excellent option for recreational players. While they may not offer the same level of customization as some premium brands, Lucasi cues are known for their reliable construction and solid performance on the table.

Investing in the right pool cue can be a game-changer, elevating your skills and enjoyment on the table. By considering factors such as materials, customization options, weight, and balance, you can discover the best pool cues and cue sticks to take your game to the next level. Whether you're a seasoned professional or a casual player, the right cue can make all the difference in your performance and overall experience on the felt.

[silvcrignis]

“…. Pool stick me… Daddy?”

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[forsty]

the LOOK on Bob’s face in this frame when he looks in Hangman’s direction OH WOW

[virginiasweet]

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[thesportsreviews]

How To Hold a Pool Stick

Easy Tips For Beginners 2023

Holding a pool stick properly is key to playing accurate and effective shots in the game of pool. Here’s how to hold a pool stick correctly:

Grip the handle: Place your hand on the handle of the pool stick, making sure to grip it firmly with your fingers and thumb. The handle should fit comfortably in your hand and your thumb should be positioned near the top of the handle.

Position your hand: Keep your hand in a relaxed, neutral position, with your wrist straight and your thumb facing up. Don’t over-grip the handle, as this can cause tension in your arm and negatively impact your shot accuracy.

Place your other hand: Place your other hand near the tip of the pool stick, with your thumb pointing in the direction of the shot. This hand will provide stability and control as you take your shot.

Adjust your grip: If necessary, adjust your grip on the handle to ensure that the pool stick feels comfortable and secure in your hands. You may need to reposition your hands, change your grip, or use a different hand placement, depending on the shot you are taking.

Practice: Practice your grip and hand placement regularly to develop good habits and improve your shot accuracy and consistency. Experiment with different grip styles to find the one that works best for you.

By following these steps, you can learn how to hold a pool stick properly and improve your shot accuracy and confidence in the game of pool. With practice and dedication, you can develop your pool skills and enjoy a fun and rewarding game experience.

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[claws-and-quills]

Hot Blooded

A/N: This takes place during Days of Future Past. There's just something about Logan dressed in those tight ass jeans and wearing that silk button-up that just does something to me.

CW: Breeding Kink, Some Choking, Oxygen Deprivation, Overstimulation, Oral (female receiving), Unprotected Sex, Mentions of Blood, Marking, Primal Dom!Logan, Jealous!Logan, implied age gap, established relationship, Mentions of Male and Female Anatomy

Genre: Smut, some Fluff at the end

Pairing: DOFP!Logan x Fem Reader

The club was packed shoulder to shoulder with a sea of dancing bodies. 70's disco blared over the speakers loud enough to make the bones in your body vibrate with every beat of the bass. Sure, you and Logan had been sent back into the past to fix and repair things between Charles and Erik, but that didn't necessarily mean that you were going to be a stickler the entire time. What better way to blend in than this? While you were jovial and lively, Logan remained more on the stoic side of things.

He watched you closely while you leaned over the pool table. His eyes slowly dragged across the curves of your breasts and waist, then along the curves of your ass and thighs. The spandex pants you wore clung to your curves in all the right places. His eyes trail back up along the length of your legs and the subtle curve of your back just above your hips. Reaching into the front pocket of his jacket, he pulls out a cigar and places it between his lips. Lighting the end of the cigar, he takes in a slow drag from it; the smoke slowly curls and swirls into the air from the flame.

“It's not rocket science, bub. C'mon, it can't be that hard, now can it?” He husks, smoke slowly billows from his mouth and nose as he speaks. You could feel his body against yours as he leans over you, resting his hands over yours to help you line up your shot against the number 2 ball. “Nice and easy, draw back, and shoot.”

The cue ball collides against the 2 and sinks it into the corner pocket. “Good girl. Now, let's see if you can do it to the 4 ball. Just like I showed you.” He pulls away to watch you. Your heart was pounding in your chest and ears. Parts of you wishing he hadn't pulled away. The overpowering aroma of rustic oak, leather, mint, and tobacco lingered in your senses. He smelled heavenly to you, and looked even better. You lift your gaze to be fixed on him. He was a fine piece of work indeed. Your eyes follow him as he walked around to the other side of the table, his eyes trained on you. There's a cocky smirk at his lips as his eyes trailed down to the teasing amount of cleavage your crop top had been showing off.

“Enjoying the view, Logan?” You finally ask with cocky confidence as you line up your shot against the 4 ball. Cursing under your breath as it rolls just short of the pocket. Perhaps you had spoken too soon, not that you minded. Despite his stoic exterior, Logan looked to be in his element. He was already a few beers deep into the evening and seemed to be enjoying himself with you even though you had to practically drag him out here.

“Don't go gettin’ too cocky now, bub. There's still plenty to go. We're just gettin’ started,” he exhales another plume of smoke before grabbing up his poolstick. You couldn't help but stare and drag your eyes across his body. The way his hair was slicked back, the first two buttons of his shirt were undone, showing off a teasing amount of hair on his chest. His dog tags hung lazily around his neck, drawing your attention to them. A familiar heat began to grow between your thighs, but who could blame you? There was something about seeing this side of Logan.

You prop yourself up onto a stool that sat catty-corner to the pool table. Grabbing up your bottle of beer and tipping your head back, you take a long drink while watching Logan. He was definitely beating your ass at this game of pool, but you didn't mind it. In fact, you were enjoying yourself a little too much to even care if you lost this game. You were far too engrossed in the atmosphere. The blaring music, flashing lights, the sea of bodies that covered the dance floor, the stylish clothes, but most of all, you got to have this moment with Logan. You watch intently as he sank several of the striped pool balls into the pockets around the table.

The atmosphere of the nightclub almost hypnotized you. It was so easy to lose yourself. Your body swayed slightly in rhythm with the melodies of the songs that blared over the speakers. It wasn't until you heard an unfamiliar sound of someone clearing their throat that you tuned back into reality. Your brows furrowed slightly at the sight of an unknown man leaning against the table. He rested an elbow on the table, his eyes trained on you which made you shift your weight and lightly tug at the hem of your top, adjusting its position to try to cover yourself from the prying eyes of the stranger.

“What's a foxy mama like you doin’ sittin’ here all by yourself? You look like you're ready to be jivin’. C'mon, let me show ya a good time.” The man gives you a wink and steps closer to you. The expression you held didn't seem to be enough to deter him away. “C'mon, don't be playin’ hard to get. A fine piece of ass like that oughtta be down for a piece of this. C'mon, babe. What's it gonna take?”

You feign a fake smile, setting your beer down and gesturing with your head towards the pool table where Logan had just aggressively struck the cue ball against the striped 9 ball. “It's gonna take you gettin’ through him. You're welcome to be my guest, but truthfully, I really wouldn't advise it.”

The man follows your gaze. He let's out a hefty snort of laughter. Something about his body language told you that this wasn't going to end well. “Pffft, you have got to be trippin’. Don't tell me you seriously came here with your Pops. Hey! Hey Pops! You mind if I borrow your daughter here for a quick sec?!” The man calls out over the music towards Logan. You swallow dryly at the death glare that glazed Logan's eyes. His eyes narrowed at the close proximity that this stranger had to you. In that moment, the small crowd of people that had been occupying the pool tables and dartboards had shifted their attention towards you, Logan, and this stranger.

Logan sets the poolstick down across the table. His movements were rigid and deliberate; his eyes never leaving from the stranger as he approached the table you sat at. He reaches in front of the stranger, placing himself in the middle of you and him as he grabs his glass of whiskey and tosses it back with ease. He stands there in silence for a few moments before curling an arm around your shoulders. There's a smug smirk at Logan's lips as he does so, as though daring this fool to say something else. You lean into his embrace, wrapping an arm around his waist after sliding your arm underneath his leather jacket. He arches a brow at the stranger, inclining his head just slightly. You could feel how the muscles along his back and sides tensed and flexed with the movement.

“Perhaps you didn't hear me the first time, Pops. But since you're right here, guess I'll go ‘head and ask ya again. You mind if I steal your daughter away here for a little bit? It's a Saturday night, and she is just lookin’ foxy as hell. And you, well, you look like maybe you can use a night to yourself. Y'know, can go get your jive on.” The stranger very stupidly jokes towards an unfazed Logan. The corners of Logan's mouth pull into a tight smile, causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle slightly as he forces out a hearty laugh. This leads to the stranger and his subsequent group of friends to also erupt into laughter.

“I heard you loud and clear the first time, bub. Either you're incredibly ballsy, or incredibly stupid to ask me the same question twice.” Logan gently pulls away from you to step towards this stranger. Logan towered over the man with ease. “Now…do yourself the favor, and get out of here kid.”

You watched intensely at the exchange between the two. Of the years you've known Logan, never had you ever seen this side of him before. Seeing this side of him had you turned on and wanting more. Judging by the body language on Logan, this wasn't going to end well at all. You slide off the barstool, moving to stand beside Logan. “Lo…just leave this putz be. He's not worth getting riled up over. Besides, we have a game to finish.” You press your body against his arm while rubbing his chest. You could feel the way the muscles of his pectorals rippled and flexed. A groan falls from your lips as the stranger opens his mouth again, and Logan gives you a look worth a thousand words.

“Look, I'm jus’ sayin’, dude. An old man like you can't possibly keep up with a fox like her. So why don't you go back to your little game, an’ let me jus’ take–” Before the stranger can finish his sentence, Logan slugs him across the jaw, followed by kicking the knees out from under the man. You cover your mouth in both shock and amusement as the scene unfolds before you. The stranger is obviously dazed and confused on the ground. Logan snatches him by the scruff of his collar with a menacing snarl.

“Now listen here, bub. I tried to be nice. I did. But you just don't know when to shut the fuck up. Keep your fucking hands and eyes off my girl. Get out of here, you're not worth the fucking time,” Logan threatens, kicking the stranger in the ribs. The poor putz scrambles to get to his feet, tripping on his own feet while shooting a death glare towards Logan. He returns his attention towards you, snaking an arm around your waist to pull you against his body. You knew damn good and well that Logan wasn't one for public displays of affection, but his possessiveness over you turned you on beyond comprehension.

“Someone is getting jealous. He isn't even worth getting riled up over, Lo. Let's just enjoy ourselves while we can.” You say lowly while rubbing his chest. A small smirk tugged at the corners of your lips while you fiddle with the button on his shirt. He could smell the arousal that pooled between your thighs. “Or…we can ditch this place all together.”

“I thought you'd never ask.” He husks under his breath. Inclining his head, he gestures for you to head towards the exit of the club. His eyes were now trained on you as he followed closely behind. Every step he took was calculated, deliberate, and held purpose. Once outside, he shrugs out of his leather jacket to offer it to you as you both approach his motorcycle. “Once we get to the hotel, that ass is mine.”

A high pitched yelp escapes your lips at the sudden sting of his hand colliding against your ass. The spandex pants you wore didn't help one bit. The small layer of fabric didn't provide much protection for your ass. The skin there burned from the initial impact, but you knew you wanted more. You watch as Logan gives you a satisfied smirk while swinging a leg over his motorcycle while he waits for you to get situated behind him. You wrap your arms around his waist, resting your hands near the insides of his thighs. As he kick starts the engine, the vibrations of the rumbling engine made you want to squeeze your thighs together. Once you nod against his back, he revs the engine, speeding out of the parking lot.

The wind whipped through your hair as Logan weaved through the traffic on the streets. The night life was so much different from what you were used to back home. Parts of you wished you could stay in this time, this moment. You pull yourself closer against his back, one of your hands crept closer towards the inseam of his jeans and inching closer towards the ever growing bulge hidden beneath the fabric of his jeans. You eagerly palm his hardening cock through his jeans. A soft ‘fuck’ falls from his lips, only to be swept away in the icy wind of the night. The ride back to the hotel felt like it would never end. Throughout the entire ride, you agonizingly teased him and palmed his throbbing cock to the point the sexual frustration was beyond evident in his eyes. He brings the motorcycle to a screeching halt in the parking lot of the hotel, where he eagerly disentangles himself from your arms.

“You're fucking mine. You've been driving me crazy all fuckin’ night dressed like that.” Logan growls as he stands and pulls you against his chest. His lips crash into yours for a feverent and needy kiss. His hands grips your hips, nails digging into the tender flesh just above the waistband of your pants.

“Then make me yours. I'm all yours.” You breathe into the kiss. The primal growl that came from Logan, rumbled through his entire body. The hunger in his eyes made every fiber in your burn. You needed him to fuck you, to claim you. Using his height and body, he guides you to back up towards the entrance of the hotel. Once you manage to turn your back to him, he's following behind you again like a hungry wolf that's ready to devour you.

Your words drive him over the edge. He fumbles with the key-card to get into the room. His lips and breath are hot and demanding against the hollow of your neck. Once the door is open, you both nearly tumble to the floor in a frenzy of needy touches, kisses, and hands roaming across the spanse of each other's bodies. Logan's hands find their way to the bottom most curves of your ass, hefting you up against his body. Your legs wrap around his waist as he pushes you against the wall in a heated kiss. His teeth scrape against your lower lip, asking for entrance into your mouth. Obeying, your lips part and his tongue eagerly roams and explores the inside of your mouth. The kiss swallows your pitiful and needy moans as you taste Logan. You could still taste the faint remnants of whiskey and cigar on him, but it was intoxicating. Your hands eagerly work away the buttons of his shirt, roaming across his chiseled chest.

He slowly ruts his hips against yours. The friction elicits a heated whimper from you. “Logan, please…” you plead pitifully, raking your nails down his chest.

“Please what?” He growls while sucking on your lower lip. “Use your words.”

“Fuck me, Logan. Fuck me. Make me yours. Ruin me…” Another gasp falls from your lips as you're carried over to the bed, where he roughly sets you down. His lips crash against yours again; his hands grip your hips with a bruising strength before roaming up your body to just below your breasts. His fingers hook the hem of your crop top, pulling the fabric up and over your head and arms. Another moan is pulled from your lips at the rough sensation of his beard against the sensitive skin between the valley of your breasts. His mouth leaves a trail of hot kisses down your chest and abdomen, his tongue dipping into your navel before sinking his teeth harshly into the flesh just above your hip.

“Logan…Oh fuck…” you mewl helplessly as you lean back onto your elbows and kick your shoes off. He merely responds with another primal growl, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pants and eases them down your thighs, tossing the garments somewhere across the room. Your eyes flutter as he kisses and nips a trail along the inside of your thighs. The scruffiness of his beard scratches at your skin, making you involuntarily try to close your legs, but he growls in protest, curling your legs over his broad shoulders. He locks gazes with you while placing a hungry but chaste kiss over your clothed clit. The dampness of your arousal against your panties grew more with every aching second that passed.

“Keep those legs open. I'm just getting started with you,” he commands through a husk against you. Using two fingers, he tugs your panties to the side to expose your glistening cunt. The hunger in his eyes grew more primal as he eagerly dipped his head into you. His tongue dragging agonizingly slow through your slick folds. His moan vibrates against your clit and quivering pussy as his mouth encases your clit. His tongue draws tight, deliberate circles around your bundle of nerves. He pulls away just enough to grab your panties into his other hand, tearing the flimsy fabric in half and tossing it haphazardly over his shoulder. Your fingers find their way into his hair, gripping tightly and guiding his head back towards your needy cunt.

“Oh fuck…fuck…Logan…” you mewl at the sensation of the heat of his mouth against your clit. Your eyes flutter again as his tongue works you like a puppet. Every flick against your clit sent bolts of electricity through your body. He groans against you at the sensation of your nails digging into his scalp. Without warning, he plunges two thick fingers into your sopping pussy, earning a pleasurably pained squeal from you. A soft whimper escapes you as he pulls his fingers out, only to ram them into you again, this time deeper. Your walls flutter around his fingers, signaling to him to slowly fuck his fingers in and out of your needy cunt while he continued to eat you out. Soon enough, the room is filled with the squelching sounds of your pussy being ravaged by Logan.

With every pump, twist, and curl of his fingers, the fire in your belly grew hotter and hotter. You began to instinctively grind your hips onto his fingers and mouth. The harshness of the stubble on his chin left your legs trembling. With every flutter of your walls, Logan worked his fingers deeper into you, curling them upwards against your g-spot. The sensation makes your vision go white for a split second as you beg for him to do it again. He flicks his tongue against your clit in rhythm with the way he fucked his fingers deeply into you. This was enough to make the coil in your stomach become harder to control. Your thighs began to tremble and shake, the walls of your pussy convulsing as your orgasm grew nearer.

“L-Logan! Oh fuck!” You cry out helplessly as the first wave of your orgasm rocks through your body. He pulls his fingers out, your squelching orgasm following right behind. There's a dark chuckle that rumbles in his chest as he eagerly laps up your orgasm. Your legs tremble uncontrollably as you try to push him away. The sinful sounds of your squirting orgasm splashing against his chin and onto the floor fills the room. You cover your mouth to muffle the squeal that is pulled from deep within your chest. With every panting breath, your chest rises and falls, gasping for air.

“Fuck…you're doing so well. So good. I'm not finished with you.” He spoke gruffly. You lift your head to gaze at him. His chin, throat, and chest all glistened with remnants of your orgasm. His hair was a disheveled mess; his shirt bunched up and wrinkled around his waist. You swallow thickly at the prominent bulge in his jeans. He makes quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it somewhere across the room. His eyes drank in your form, dragging across the curves of your body. “Turn over. Hands and knees. Now.”

Just as you turn to get onto your hands knees as commanded, you hear the familiar clink of his belt buckle falling against the floor. After kicking off his jeans and boxers, he kneels behind you, swiping his fingers through your pussy once again. You grip the sheets in your fists at the sensation of him slowly dragging the head of his cock through your slick folds. Lining himself up properly, he slams into you, snapping his hips and burying his entire length inside of your sopping cunt. He snakes an arm around you, his hand finding your throat, digging his thumb and index into your pulse. He leans into you, forcing your knees deeper into the mattress as his chest presses against your back.

“When I'm finished with you, no other man is gonna lay his eyes on you. Everyone is gonna know just who you belong to.” He husks against the shell of your ear, earning a needy whimper from you. As he sits back up onto his knees, he drags his nails down your throat and chest, across your abdomen, and up onto your hip. He sinks his thumbs into the dimples just above the crest of your hips, pulling out of you, only to slam into again. His movements are forceful, powerful, and deliberate. Each snap of his hips rocks your entire body.

The grip he used to hold onto you with was bound to leave bruises, but you didn't care. You wanted him to mark you as his own, to claim you, to ruin you for any other man. Small, pitiful squeaky moans escape you with every thrust that rocks through your body. The room is soon filled with the sounds of the bed creaking, mixing into the symphony of pitiful squeaks and moans that Logan is able to force out of you, and the sinful sounds of skin colliding against skin. You pant raggedly, gripping the sheets tightly and biting onto the corner of a pillow as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

He drags a calloused hand up the length of your spine, stopping at the nape of your neck, where his fingers become entangled into your hair. He tugs harshly, pulling your head away from the pillow, your mouth falls open into a small ‘o’, a symphony of broken profanities fall from your lips. You manage to catch a glimpse of him from over your shoulder. The veins in his arms bulged slightly under his skin, small beads of sweat decorated his chest in a slick sheen of moisture that made his skin glisten in the pale moonlight. His hips snap against your, hitching forward as he grinds his cock deep into your sweet, tight, pussy.

“Fuck…you feel so good on my cock. You're taking me so well. Look at you…fucking beautiful.” He husks while leaning down to kiss and bite the back of your shoulder. His canines sank deep into your flesh, threatening to draw blood. You cry out helplessly at the searing pain. Hot blood pricks at your skin; the pain is soothed at the sensation of Logan's tongue tracing the rapidly bruising skin with his tongue. A shaky whimper falls from your lips as he pulls out, resting on his knees. “Turn over. Wanna see that pretty face while I fuck a baby into that tight, little pussy.”

Your legs felt like jello beneath you. He releases your hair, grabbing onto your hips to help roll you onto your back. His eyes rake over your body, snarling grin as he licked his lips. Your blood still fresh on his tongue; the metallic taste drove him wild. You weren't sure what came over Logan, but you wanted everything he had in store for you. Cupping a hand under one of your knees, he hikes it up onto his hip, placing his other hand on the mattress next to your head as he buries his entire girthy length into you again. Your eyes flutter at the sensation of being filled by him again. Your chest rose and fell with every gulp of air you tried to suck down while he fucked you into the mattress. Small grunts and growls fell from his lips, mixed in with small words of praise towards you.

You curl your legs around his waist, pushing him in deeper. This encourages him to lean over you completely, his forehead pressed against yours. His dog tags dangle carelessly around his neck, swinging with every hitch and snap of his hips against yours. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you pull him into a needy and breathy kiss. Your tongues meet in a flurry of passion, allowing you to taste the remnants of your orgasm on his breath. His hand finds its way back to your throat; his fingers digging into your pulse and making your head spin at the sudden lack of oxygen. Your eyes flutter as a familiar coil begins to twist in your stomach. Within seconds it's impossible to hold back. Your walls flutter and contract around his cock as your second orgasm surges through your body, blurring your vision.

“Oh fuck. Such a messy girl. So fucking messy.” He groans against your lips. Slowly, he moves his head to the valley between your breasts. His breath is hot and needy; his tongue swirls around the tender bud of one of your nipples before sucking it into his mouth. Your back arches upwards into him at the sensation. His hand slides down your side and onto your other breast. The roughness of his hand felt heavenly on your silky smooth skin as he massaged your breast, rolling and pinching your nipple between his thumb and index finger, earning a high pitched squeal from you.

Within moments, he switches the positions of his hand and mouth. Your nipples grow hard and achy at the attention. Your thighs quiver and tremble around his waist. You knew there was no way you could last much longer. Every fiber in your body felt ablaze as you chanted his name like a sinful prayer while your eyes flutter. Gripping his hair, you eagerly pull his head from your aching breasts. A string of saliva being the only thing still connected between his demanding mouth and your aching nipple.

“Lo…fuck…please…” You pant, unable to form a coherent sentence. The coil developing in your abdomen was growing tighter. There was born possible way you could cum for a third time, but the hungry look in Logan's eyes said everything his mouth didn't. The way his hips stuttered against yours, you knew that he was getting close to his orgasm as well.

“Fuck…M’close too…gonna fill you up, pretty girl.” He growls, gripping the headboard in his fist until his knuckles turned white. You drag your nails down his back, digging your heels into the back of his thighs. Your walls clench around him tightly, sending him over the edge. You gasp as his claws sink into both the mattress and the wall as he paints the inside of your quivering cunt white. The searing warmth of his cum fills and warms you straight to the core. Your nails sink deep into the flesh of his shoulders as your third orgasm wrecks your body, filling the room in squelching sounds.

His hips slow against yours, slowly coming to a stop as he pants heavily against your shoulder. Your legs slowly fall from his waist, trembling uncontrollably from the overstimulation. A small ‘fuck’ comes from his lips as he lifts his head to gaze down at you. Once you both come down from your highs, he retracts his claws and pulls you into a tight embrace, tenderly caressing your arms and back.

“Fuck…did I hurt you? Shit…” He peppers your cheeks in tender kisses as he cradles you. His thumb tenderly caresses the bruising and bleeding bite mark he left on the back of your shoulder. “I got too carried away…”

“Ssshhh….it's okay. I…I liked it…” You assure him and rub his chest. He presses a tender kiss to the crown of your head as he stands up, still cradling you on his arms and walking with you to the bathroom for a much needed hot bath.

“Still though…I got too carried away, bub. Way too carried away…” It was the closest to an apology you'd probably get out of him, but you were satisfied with that. He let's you lay against his chest in the hot water, his thumbs drawing small circles on your hips. You lean into the crook of his chest, sighing contentedly while pressing a chaste kiss over his heart.

“I love you, Logan…”

“I love you too…”

[imthebadguyyy]

so high school

pairing : bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x reader

fandom : top gun

synopsis : being in love makes you feel oh so high school!!

series : the tortured poets department

warnings : smut

a/n : loved loved loved writing this!! happy reader

you couldn't quite tell what it was about bradley 'rooster' bradshaw that had you hooked. but something just did. the world of naval aviators was close knit, and you had been friends with phoenix and fanboy for as long as you could remember, even graduating top gun together.

it wasn't until many years later that you received a letter, asking you to go to fightertown san diego for a special mission. thats it. thats all they told you.

so before you knew it, you were cruising down the coast in your bike, hair whipping in the breeze, trying to find the bar phoenix had told you she would be at. you spotted it soon enough, glimmering brightly near the shining sea, and you parked and made your way inside.

it was packed full of other aviators, you spotted phoenix, hangman, coyote, payback and fanboy playing a game of pool and making snarky remarks at each other.

"cherry!" a cheery voice called you, and you offered your best friend your sweetest smile. "hi phoenix! i missed you" you laughed, pulling her into a hug, that she reciprocated, kissing your temple affectionately.

"cherry!" fanboy said, wrestling you into a tight hug to rub your head affectionately as you pretended to be annoyed, swatting at his arm.

"didn't know you were here too hon" phoenix said, offering you a bottle of beer.

"yep, got the call to ride at dawn" you said dramatically, sinking into a chair, shaking your jacket off your shoulders, draping the black leather jacket over the back of the chair.

"well if they're calling in the big guns guess the mission must be important" pheonix teased, affectionately rubbing your shoulder again.

"cherry, meet bob, phoenix's new backseater from leemore" payback said, gesturing to a quiet man with glasses who was eating peanuts in the corner. "hello, I'm bob" he said, smiling at you and shaking your hand. "I'm y/n, cherry" you smiled.

just as you were about turn to greet coyote, the door opened and a man clad in a hawaiian shirt walked in, aviators hiding his eyes, with a slight swagger to his walk as he walked in, sliding his glasses slightly lower down his nose as he greeted phoenix . he had the most perfect looking moustache you had ever seen, and for a split second you wondered how it would feel brushed up against every part of you.

you bit back a giggle as phoenix hit him in the stomach with her pool stick, that instantly had his eyes snapping to your face.

bradley didn't know what hit him as he looked at your face. well, apart from phoenix's poolstick. he felt like all the wind has been sucked from his lungs as he looked at you, drinking in your pretty eyes and curved lips, plush and full, seeing the way your hand was wrapped around a cold bottle of beer. he felt his heartbeat speed up so fast he had to steady himself on his unsteady feet. you looked ethereal.

"and who are you?" he asked, taking his aviators off to tuck them into his pocket as he leaned against nat's shoulder, offering you a smile that had your heart beating way faster than it should have.

"y/n, cherry" you smiled, extending your hand for a handshake. bradley grabbed your hand, pressing a delicate kiss to the back of it that had a warm flushed heat creeping up to your cheek.

"I'm rooster, bradley" he said, sinking into a chair next to yours.

"nice to meet you" you smiled at him, draining the last of your beer. "can I get you another?" he said, already getting ready to stand. "thats okay rooster, I'll go get one myself" you hurried to get up as well, but he just took you by the elbow, leading you to the bar. "please let me. what sort of a gentleman would i be if I didn't buy a pretty girl a drink?" he smirked mischievously and you forced down a smile, hiding it with an eye roll.

"please, nat talks about you and I know for a fact how much of a ladykiller you are" you said, smiling at the woman behind the bar who introduced herself as penny. "put it on my tab, penny my dear!" rooster called and earned a smile from the woman.

"damn, phoenix is destroying my shot before I even had a chance huh? he sighed, only a little resigned. "but I promise, I'm not like that anymore, I'm older and wiser now" he said, looking at you hesitantly. you couldn't help but laugh, seeing the sincerity in his eyes.

"I'm just messing with you" you giggled, accepting the cold beer gratefully and clinking your bottle with his.

you found yourself lost in conversation with him, laughing and chattering like long lost friends. you told him all about knowing nat and fanboy, about your hobbies, what got you into aviation. he spoke about his love for music, his love for aviators, and surprisingly, about his dad.

he watched the way your eyes softened, not in the way that people did with pity, but with understanding. and you reached for his hand, giving it a squeeze. "I'm sorry that happened to you bradley" you said, voice as delicate as a feather. "thank you" he said, stroking a hand over your thumb.

"hey,wanna see something cool?" he asked, already leading you over to the piano. "you gonna play a song bradshaw?" you laughed, choosing to lean against the piano as he settled into the seat. you recognised the opening notes of great balls of fire.

bradley's voice was as warm as whiskey, rough around the edges and ragged in a way that took your breath away and made a little something spark in between your thighs.

"kiss me baby!" he sang, throwing you a cheeky wink that had phoenix nudging your side. "that feels good, baby" he smirked, letting his tongue wet his lips as he watched your body twitch a little.

"I'm off to love you like a lover should" he crooned, fingers dancing across the ivory keys as you hummed along.

after he finished, you watched him get swarmed with people, and whooping and cheering for him, before the chants of "rooster! rooster! rooster! rooster!" filled the room and you clapped along before slinking back to the bar.

"hey whered you go?" bradley's warm voice made his way over to you. "just wanted a moment and another beer" you said and he grinned, already passing you a cold one again, letting his fingers brush yours again.

"cmon, let's go on a drive" he said, gently tugging your hand and paying his bill quickly. "thanks for that, by the way" you said, beaming up at him gratefully. "anytime pretty girl" he said, leading you put to where a beautiful Bronco was parked.

"thats a beautiful car" you said, stopping to admire it. "whose is it?" you continued, staring curiously. "it's mine" he said proudly, grinning when you gasped. "it's so pretty!"

"thank you, it's my baby" he said, and you felt your heart flutter. "come, let me show you the sights" he said, getting your car door for you in a way that had you feeling a little ooey gooey on the inside and had you thinking "isn't that sweet?"

and as you drive off into the night, the moon illuminating the sea, you felt oh so high school.

the hard deck was buzzing with energy, music playing in the background as the squad enjoyed a rare night off. you, bradley and the rest of the team were gathered around a large table, laughter and banter filling the air.

"hey, cherry, can you grab me another beer?" bradley asked with a playful grin, his eyes twinkling.

"only if you say please," you teased back, giving him a mock-serious look.

"please," he replied, drawing out the word and giving you an exaggerated puppy-dog look that made you laugh.

as you headed to the bar, nat nudged you with her elbow. "you know, Cherry, you’re not fooling anyone, especially me" she smirked.

you raised an eyebrow, pretending not to understand. "what do you mean?"

phoenix gave you a knowing smile. "come on, it's so obvious you have a crush on Rooster. the way you two flirt, it's like watching a rom-com. and as your best friend, you know I can read you like an open book" she said, leaning across the bar to grab your three beers.

your cheeks flushed a little, but you couldn’t help but smile. "Is it that obvious?"

"To everyone but you two, apparently," phoenix said, chuckling. "just go for it. You two are great together."

meanwhile, back at the table, the boys were giving rooster a similar hard time.

"rooster, man, you are so into cherry," jake "said, shaking his head. "the way you look at her, it's like you're in the notebook or something."

"yeah, dude," bob added. "It's written all over your face. you look like a little kitten with a ball of wool" he said and analogy made the other pilots roar with laughter.

rooster tried to play it cool, but he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. "what can I say? she's special."

as you returned to the table with the beers, you noticed the boys smirking at rooster, who was giving them a playful glare. you handed bradley his beer, your fingers brushing briefly, sending a small thrill through you.

"thanks, cherry," he said, his voice softening a bit, reaching up to pinch your cheek playfully.

"anytime," you replied, your heart fluttering.

phoenix gave you a knowing look, and you felt a rush of warmth. surrounded by friends and filled with a sense of joy and possibility, you knew this was just the beginning of something truly special between you and bradley.

and that feeling made you feel like a high schooler, feeling oh so high school.

training and day to day encounters with bradley became the norm, and he found himself actively seeking you out more and more.

"hey cherry" his voice rang sweetly in your ears as he plonked himself down next to you. "hey rooster" you greeted back, settling comfortably into the chair, waiting for maverick to come and start the training session.

"looks like we're paired up for today's exercise" he said, trying to dim the bright grin that graced his face, drinking in the amused look in yours.

"sure looks like it" you grinned back, laughing when he pumped his fists in the air. "excited much?" you joked, leaning slightly into his shoulder. "oh, very. it's not often i get to fly with a wingwoman as beautiful as you, pretty girl" he cooed, fingers dancing across the loose strand of hair that had fallen out of your bun and tucking it back in.

you felt your breath hitch and your heart speed up like a train, feeling the warmth radiating from his body as he leaned in slightly closer, eyes trained on yours, gleaming in the sunshine. you leaned in as well, torso moving forward as your eyes fluttered ever so slightly. bradley felt his heart hammering, palms sweating slightly as he repeated a mantra of "holy shit this is actually happening" repeatedly in his head.

just as your noses brushed, a sharp voice cut the tension in the room, and you jumped back as if you had been scalded. you felt your body heat up as the grinning faces of hangman and coyote and maverick came into view, making you shoot away from bradley to keep a respectable distance between you two.

"well, well, what do we have here?" hangman’s teasing drawl filled the space, a smirk playing on his lips. phoenix elbowed him in the ribs, rolling her eyes at his lack of tact. "damnit bagman, couldn't you have waited for a second?" nat's voice reached your ears and you tried your hardest not to simply evaporate on the spot.

maverick raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "did we interrupt something?"

coyote chuckled, shaking his head. "looks like we did."

bradley's hand remains on your shoulder, a reassuring touch. you couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and amusement at the situation.

"har har guys, why don't you move it along now cmon" rooster said, dramatically gesturing to the door.

a chorus of laughs and giggles embraced you, with natasha stopping to stoop by your ear and say "never seen you look so captivated cherry" and giving you a playful wink which you returned.

"well...where were we?" bradley said, after ensuring the squad had truly left. "i believe you were about to kiss me?" you said in a hushed whisper, reaching for the zipper of his flight suit, standing up to pull him flush against you.

you let your body sink against the tiny podium mav used to give his motivational speeches, letting bradley's weight sag into you as he leaned closer, and closer and closer...

right until his breath was warm on your face, searching your eyes for the same desperate adoration he felt and he saw it there in full reciprocity.

"god, will you kiss me already?" you whined, tugging him forward by the collar.

bradley turned to you, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability. he took a step closer, his gaze locking onto yours. "I've been wanting to tell you something," he said softly, his voice steady despite the emotion behind it.

your heart raced as you nodded, body high on the palpable tension, waiting for him to continue. "ive felt this way for a while now," he confessed, taking your hand in his. "and I can't keep pretending it's not there." he continued, breath in ragged gasps as he inched so much more impossibly closer to you.

before you could respond, he gently cupped your face with one hand, his thumb brushing over the swell of your cheek. the world seemed to slow down as he leaned in, his eyes never leaving yours. you closed the distance, your lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss, charged with sweet emotion.

the first touch sent a shiver down your spine. it was sweet and slow, as delicate as spun sugar, both of you savoring the moment you had been waiting for. bradley's other hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, the other still grasping your cheek.

his lips were warm and inviting, and you lost yourself in the sensation, your arms winding around his neck. his mustache, his oh so perfect mustache brushed against your top lip, in a messy kiss that felt so good you couldn't breathe. his hand crawled up your back to rest in your hair, cradling your head in his hand while yours continued to grip his collar and his chest tightly, tongues now clashing as the kiss grew more heated.

just as bradley let his hand down to squeeze the flesh of your ass, the sound of footsteps and a horrified "oh!" had bradley breaking apart from you, eyes never leaving your heaving form as he glanced over his shoulder to see an extremely flustered bob.

"oh shit rooster, I'm sorry i-" he began, stammering and stuttering as his glasses began to slip down his nose from the nervous perspiration gathering on his nose.

"bob, just leave" he murmured, going back to your lips as he let his mustache brush your lip in a way that had you giggling.

"right! right! I'll leave god rooster I'm sorry-" he continued rooted to the spot, eyes widening at the way bradley's lips trailed to your neck.

"bob?" you called sweetly, ignoring the way rooster smirked against your neck. "yes cherry?" he said, still stuttering.

"as much as I like you, please fuck off and let me makeout with rooster in peace" you said firmly, and he was scurrying out like a mouse.

bradley laughed against the skin of your neck, pressing one last smacking kiss to the juncture between your shoulder and neck, before leaning up to peck your nose.

"darling, let me take you to dinner" he begged, grasping your hand in his own palm.

"when?" you asked, still heaving to take deep breaths of air. "now. today. an hour, god, I'll just go shower and change and I'll come and pick you up and we can go now, today, now" he said, punctuating each word with a soft kiss to your lips.

"okay" you breathed, slowly backing away to just admire the man before you. "pick me up at 7 then" you said, pushing him away with a smirk, before walking towards the door, hips swaying purposefully. "and maybe tonight, you'll get to kiss more of me" you winked, and made your way out.

rooster sunk back into a chair with a groan.

god, you made him feel like a lovestruck teenager, giving him butterflies

it all felt oh so high school to him.

bradley bradshaw had planned the perfect first date, and as the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow over Fightertown, you found yourself eagerly anticipating the evening ahead. he had picked you up right on time, his charming smile and easy confidence immediately putting you at ease.

he drove you to a secluded stretch of beach, the sound of the waves creating a serene backdrop as he unloaded a large picnic basket from the trunk. "i thought we'd do something a little different," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "a beach picnic seemed like the perfect idea. you mentioned you've never had one before" he said, a note of shyness in his gaze.

"i love it," you replied, genuinely touched by the thoughtfulness of the gesture.

he spread out a blanket on the soft sand, arranging the picnic essentials with meticulous care. as you sat down, you couldn't help but admire the beautiful scenery—the ocean stretching out endlessly, the sky painted with hues of orange and pink.

bradley handed you a glass of sparkling champagne and raised his own in a toast. "to new beginnings," he said, his gaze meeting yours with a sincerity that made your heart skip a beat.

"to new beginnings," you echoed, clinking your glass against his.

the evening unfolded with an easy, natural flow. bradley had packed an impressive spread: fresh fruit, gourmet sandwiches, cheese, and even a couple of your favorite snacks, and to your mirth, a whole container of cherry candy. you both talked and laughed, sharing stories and learning more about each other.

at one point, he playfully fed you a strawberry, and you couldn't help but laugh at his antics. "you're really going all out, huh?" you teased.

"only the best for you," he replied with a wink, his tone light but his expression serious.

as the sun dipped below the horizon, the sky turned a deep, velvety blue, and bradley lit a few candles, their gentle flicker adding to the romantic ambiance. you found yourself inching closer to him, the warmth of his presence and the sound of his voice creating a bubble of intimacy that felt both exhilarating and comforting.

he glanced at you, his eyes soft and filled with an emotion that made your breath catch. "you know, I've wanted to do this for a long time," he admitted, his voice low and earnest.

"really?" you asked, feeling a flutter of excitement.

"yeah," he said, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. "there's something about you, cherry. from the moment we met, I knew you were special."

your heart swelled with happiness as you looked into his eyes. "i feel the same way, bradley."

he smiled, a slow, genuine smile that lit up his face. "im glad," he said softly.

as the night continued, you sat together, sharing quiet moments and watching the stars appear one by one in the sky. It was the perfect first date, a beautiful beginning to what you both hoped would be a wonderful journey together.

bradley couldn't remember the last time anyone had left him so simply awe struck and feeling like a teenager in love the way that you had. he knew the moment he set eyes on you in the hard deck that you had stolen his heart in every sense of the phrase.

so flash forward to three months after your first date and there you were, pressed up against his body, leaning into his warmth with one of your ankles looped around his own, both your feet propped up on bradley's coffee table. his house had practically become yours, you spent more time there than at your own pathetic little rented apartment.

bradley inhaled the scent of your perfume, bergamot and oak, vanilla and of course cherry. he didn't know how much he loved the scent of cherry till you came into his life like a cherry scented whirlwind.

it was a Saturday night and that meant neither of you had to go into work the next day. he had asked you to come over to his place after a few drinks at the hard deck. he had cracked open a nice bottle of red wine and had ordered in some of the burritos you loved so much, topped of with that spicy salsa you loved.

a bowl of nachos sat between the two of you, and the burritos waited on the table for you two to stop gazing lovingly into each other's eyes.

the classic 'american pie' was playing softly in the background, but neither of you could really pay attention. your fingers traced over his muscled thighs, absent mindedly tracing your initials on the exposed skin, his denim shorts giving you more than enough room to gently trace the skin.

his arm was around your shoulders, gently tracing mindless circles on the exposed skin of your shoulder, and occasionally dropping kisses to the skin as well, letting his tongue dart out to earn a giggle from your pretty lips.

"ya having fun pretty girl?" he asked, brushing a loose strand of his hair back. "mmhmm" you nodded burrowing into his chest in a way that had his heart singing.

"i love how stupidly interesting this movie is" he confessed, and you laughed, affectionately kissing his nose. "i do too, it's the perfect movie to unwind to" you agreed, settling into his chest again as you took a sip of the cabernet he had poured you.

he adored these little moments with you. how he would love to have them with you every damn day. he wanted you to just be with him for ever and ever.

of course, the both of you had forgotten about the iconic scene in which vicky finally...achieved new highs. bradley's eyes went wide as he choked on his wine, watching as the explicit scene played out on tv, feeling your body tense beside him and your breathing quicken as she reached her peak on screen.

he felt red hot arousal course through his body, and the fact that your perfectly plush body was resting against him in a way that was just right was not helping him. his pants were becoming uncomfortably tight around his groin.

he heard you gulp beside him, eyes blown a little wide as your eyes shifted to his face, flushing a little when you saw he was already looking at you.

"sweetheart i hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable?" he asked, stroking your cheek in concern. he missed the way your thighs pressed together, but he did hear the whimper that left your lips.

"oh darling..." he cooed, thumb stroking your cheekbone. "you want me to do that to you pretty girl? want me to eat your pretty pussy?" he asked, smirking when you whimpered again softly, turning so you were both face to face.

"answer me darling " he said, moving the glasses away to pull you flush into his lap. you tried to stifle your sigh of pleasure when his large hands grabbed your hips, settling you snug against him.

"please?" you asked, hands trailing down his muscled chest. "please what, pretty girl?" he asked, hands reaching to the back of your shirt. "please can you eat me out, lieutenant bradshaw?" you cooed, feeling confident as you rolled your hips on his.

"fuck baby girl" he grunted, making quick work of undoing your bra and flinging it off off you, hands going slowly up and down your sides. "I'd love that" he groaned, slowly setting you down flat on the couch and resting one knee between your legs. he dragged your top off, and you hissed when the cold air graced your nipples, hardening them to peaks.

his eager tongue descended upon them, flat of it pressing against the sensitive buds and sucking them between his lips to flick at them in a way that had you gasping and gripping his luscious hair in your hands, chest arching high.

he bucked up into you then, hands holding your hips still as he stiffens against you. "you’re fucking sexy, ya know that?" he said "so. fucking. sexy." he punctuated each word with a flick of his tongue, teeth grazing the nipple and sucking it, letting his saliva coat it before pulling it, making you hiss in pleasure.

although it took him seconds, it felt like an eternity, as bradley travelled down the valley of your breasts, down to your stomach where he stopped, and licked slow circles around your belly button until you shuddered almost continually. his tongue dipped into your belly button and your foot jerks. his mouth travelled lower.

he took a minute to settle down, settling down to his knees in front of the couch, to become eye-level with your clothed cunt, while maintaining a cozy sort of closeness. once again, he gently stroked the waistband of your panties, and, with expert hands, eyed the pale blush pink colour of your underwear.

"i don't know if i tell you often", he moaned into your thigh with squinted eyes. "but you’re the prettiest fucking person ive ever seen" he said, biting the flesh of your hip. "prettiest fucking thing ive ever seen" he repeated, and your heart began to thud at an irregular pace against your chest as you watched the special show.

"tell me you want me baby" he asked, stopping his movements and panting on his knees. he looked like such a fucking angelic mess in that moment, voice raspy, chest heaving and hands gripping the flesh of your hips.

"i need to hear you tell me you want me and need me" he begged, slowly drawing your knees apart.

"please roos, i need you so bad! i want you!" you acquiesced, desperately reaching for his hand, which he immediately linked with your own.

"now, i have only one rule" he murmured pressing another kiss into your skin, this time even lower. he tilted your hips up just a bit higher, so they’re level with his nose; eyes just barely peeking over your mound. he inhaled sharply.

"you have to be as loud as you can or i stop. just please, fuck, please don’t hold back on me" he whispered, stroking your knuckles on the hand in which your fingers were entwined, his cheeks pink in the sparkling lights.

and with your nod, he’s dove in. you felt his tongue slip out, softly licking at your already swollen clit, and you realized this feeling was unlike anything. it was heaven and it's hell, it was sanity and insanity, and you loved it. your chest dipped hard with every aggressive rise, and the more it obscured your view of rooster, the more you adjusted yourself so that way it doesn’t. you wanted to see him.

his mouth wrapped around your clit and he gently sucked at it, his chin grazing your hole as his tongue explored the unfamiliar territory. he moaned out loud in surprise of how fucking sweet and tart you tasted.

"fuck sweet girl, you taste like cherry candy" he grunted, his own hips grinding against the coarse material of the couch.

he continued with his ministrations, pulling soft moans out of you. it was a melody, a harmony. a symphony of low groans and raw moans and desperate whines leaving your lips. each and every noise; every perfectly composed addition giving way to how your pleasure builds. "fu—oh, my god, roos!" you managed to gasp out, remembering his rule, head pressing against fluffy yellow cushion he had given you.

he’d barely touched you. hadn’t even quite moved on from your clit, and yet? you were a fucking mess. your breathing, uneven, your heart erratic. it was a dizzying experience everytime he sucked on your clit.

he alternated, tightening the control on his lips or flattening his tongue, lifting your legs to rest them on his shoulders.

your legs felt heavy against his shoulders, knees buckling from the pleasure. the noises that came from him are pornographic, to say the least. obscene and dirty, muffled by your puffy lips. it was wet, and it sounded like heaven.

"you’re doing great, pretty girl. so fucking good" he growled into your pussy, lapping at your juices.

then suddenly he was mouthing at your cunt, tongue dipping into your aching hole with fervour, trying to learn what made you feel good, what made you jerk, what made you tick. about your reactions. about your ethereal sounds. as much as his brain could take. he made you absolutely melt into putty with his experienced touch.

an unexpected high-pitched moan escaped your swollen mouth, and your breath caught in your throat. "holy shit! rooster! bradley! ah—fuck, just, you’re…right there" your hands clutched the leather between your fingers, and you were pretty sure you had ripped a hole in the velveteen couch.

a familiar warmth was beginning to pool in your tummy, fingers running through his hair in response, scratching at his scalp and pulling his hair roughly.

the veins in his arms began to strain and protrude and you almost came right there on the spot. you yanked on his hair again, and with a loud groan he jerked up into you. a dangerous glint gleaming in his eyes as he shot up to meet yours and he lifted himself off of you. "you’re playing a dangerous game, darling" he whispered, fingers trailing down your thighs.

his tongue swirled along your ribs, the place where you’re most ticklish, and it revealed his new favourite sound in the world - your laugh. over the curve of your breast, covered with hickeys and bites, and then finally right above your heart. where he lived, where he loved and could be loved. his home.

he snuck back down, fingers slipping into you, pressing against your g spot before his tongue began to suck harshly on your clit.

the familiar band of pleasure began to build in your belly and you whined in desperate pleasure. his tongue began to suck on the little pearl harder, and soon you were thrashing above him as the band snapped and you came all over his pretty face.

"thats it darling, nice and slow, come for me" he murmured, licking you through your orgasm. "mm-ah! roos!" you groaned as the sensitivity grew between your legs.

bradley stood up panting, moustache gleaming with your sparkling juices, and his tongue picked out to lick it away, the sight so obscenely perfect.

"you're my new favourite thing to eat in the world, sweet girl" he cooed, pressing his lips to yours in a delicate kiss.

gasping and panting, you kissed his back, gently stroking his hair. "thank you, that was amazing" you breathed, giggling when he sunk into you and the both of you descended into the plush couch.

"don't thank me baby girl, it's a pleasure to give my girl the best head of her life" he said, cracking a grin when you hid your face in his chest.

"god I adore you. i love you" he said, breathing the scent of your perfume again. "I love you too baby" you whispered, kissing his nose.

"c'mon, let's get up and cuddle now" he said, scooping you up and throwing you over his shoulder. you squealed in laughter as he tickled your side, hanging over his shoulder, playfully swatting his butt as he made his way up the stairs.

this was the kind of romance you'd only read bout in high school.

the hard deck was alive with its usual blend of laughter and lively conversation as you and the squad gathered for another fun night out. the air was filled with the familiar buzz of camaraderie, and everyone was in high spirits. but tonight, there was a special gleam in bradley's eyes that you couldn't quite place.

as the evening progressed, he excused himself and made his way to the old upright piano in the corner of the bar. you watched curiously as he sat down, his fingers lightly grazing the keys, testing the feel of the instrument. the room began to quiet down as people noticed him at the piano, a sense of anticipation building.

he looked up and caught your eye, his expression softening. "this one's for you, cherry," he said, his voice carrying across the room. a few murmurs of surprise and interest rippled through the crowd as he began to play a slow, romantic tune.

the familiar notes of heaven by Bryan Adams began to play.

as the melody filled the bar, you felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks. bradley's playing was beautiful, each note filled with emotion. his eyes never left yours, and it felt like the rest of the room faded away, leaving just the two of you connected by the music.

when he began to sing, his voice was smooth and heartfelt, the lyrics speaking of love and longing. it was clear to everyone that this was a song from the depths of his heart, and the dedication to you made it all the more special.

"and baby, you're all that I want,

when you're lying here in my arms,

im finding it hard to believe,

we're in heaven,

and love is all that i need,

and I found it there in your heart" he crooned softly to you and you felt an overwhelming love settle in your heart for the man at the piano.

the squad couldn't resist teasing. jake leaned over to phoenix and bob, a playful grin on his face. "hearts are breaking in the world tonight," he quipped, eliciting a round of chuckles from the group.

"yeah, looks like rooster's got it bad," phoenix added, giving you a wink.

bob nodded in agreement, smiling warmly. "It's like a scene out of a high school movie."

despite the teasing, there was an underlying sense of genuine happiness from everyone, seeing how much bradley cared for you.

as the song drew to a close, bradley's final notes lingered in the air, and the room erupted into applause. he stood up and walked back to you, his gaze never wavering.

you met him halfway, feeling a rush of emotions. "that was beautiful, baby" you said, your voice soft with gratitude and affection.

he smiled, his eyes shining with sincerity. "I'm glad you liked it, cherry. It was all for you."

as the squad continued to tease and make light-hearted comments, you and bradley shared a look that said it all. in that moment, surrounded by friends and wrapped in the warmth of his music, you both felt like high schoolers in love, caught up in the sweet, innocent magic of the night.

rooster had invited the entire squad over to his place for beers n barbecue, but it was just an excuse to play grand theft auto with the boys. nat and you had just rolled your eyes and decided to play monopoly.

rooster kept glancing over his shoulder towards the two of you, smiling when he saw you laugh, throwing your head back and exposing the skin of your neck to him. he inhaled deeply when you bit your lip, teeth sinking into the flesh in concentration.

he groaned as hangman shoved him in the shoulder to make him lose in the game, and he stood up to head to the kitchen.

"baby you want a beer? nat, what about you?" he asked, walking over to you to drop a kiss to your shoulder.

"please" nat groaned, looking up from the board. "cherry's been kicking my ass at this stupid game for an hour" she said, making you laugh as you picked up the bowl of nachos you had been sharing to refill it.

"I'll be right back babe" you said, taking your empty beer bottles and following rooster to the kitchen.

"you having fun?" he asked, dragging you to him by your belt loops and dropping a kiss to your forehead. "i am! i missed spending time with nix" you said, kissing his cheeks and walking over to check the apple pie you had put in the oven.

rooster bit back a groan as you bent at the waist to check it, and before you knew it he was pulling you in, pressing your front against the counter. his fingers slid to the front of your jeans, slowly zipping them down.

"bradley! what in the world are you doing!" you hissed, hands settling on top of his own. "our friends are literally right there playing GTA!" you exclaimed, gasping when his finger slipped into the band of your cotton panties.

he dipped his finger to your clit, smirking when he felt the wetness on your clit. his fingers began to rub deft circles and your knees buckled, a soft whimper leaving your lips when his lips dropped to your ear to nibble on the shell.

"my my, you're a dirty little girl aren't you? getting fingered in the kitchen while our friends are in the next room?" he purred and your head dropped into his shoulder.

"fuck baby.." you moaned, and he sucked a hickey into your neck.

"god i love seeing you like this" he groaned, fingers speeding up against your clit, thumb settling on it, slipping one finger in at a time, pressing against your spongy walls, taking in the symphony of your moans.

"fuck I'm so close" you whined, pressing harder against his fingers. "cum for me darling, cum all over my fingers" he said and you came undone with a shudering gasp, chest heaving.

"hey cherry I'd like my beer cold please!" pheonix's voice cut the air and you almost jumped out of your skin.

rooster laughed as you heated up against him, pulling the zipper of your jeans back up before leaning back against the counter to lick his fingers, that had you playfully glaring at him.

"hey, bradshaw! you just died in the game man!" hangman's smug voice cut in, and the both of you laughed and pulled away.

"I'll see you again later honey" you said, kissing his cheeks. "love you" he said, nuzzling into your cheek.

"Jesus, get a room!" payback exclaimed as he stepped into the kitchen, looking for more popcorn.

"let them be! they're so cute together!" phoenix said, walking in, with her arms crossed. "cherry, babe. it's been fifteen minutes. are you brewing the beer from scratch?" she joked, walking over to the fridge to pick up the beer herself.

"sorry, she got distracted" rooster grinned and you nudged him in the side. natasha grimaced and payback pretended to gag.

"you're like two horny teenagers" fanboy commented as he walked in too.

"what can I say?" rooster shrugged. "she makes me feel oh so high school" he smiled.

you sighed dreamily, watching bradley's pretty shirt flutter in the sea breeze. he had taken you out to a cute restaurant on the beach, which had outdoor seating and was decorated in quiet finesse.

the ocean's edge had been a charming and elegant beachside restaurant known for its stunning panoramic views of the sea. as the sun had set, casting a golden glow over the water.

the sound of waves gently lapping against the shore had provided a soothing backdrop to the evening, along with the rhythmic hum of the Bryan Adams song playing in the restaurant.

soft candlelight had flickered on your table, illuminating the beautifully set plates and the fresh, exquisite dishes prepared with locally sourced ingredients. the ambiance had been both romantic and serene, perfect for an intimate dinner with rooster, where every detail had been crafted to enhance the dining experience by the sea.

the candlelight danced in his eyes, which were filled with warmth and a hint of mischief. you both leaned in close, sharing quiet laughter and soft, playful touches. your conversation flowed effortlessly, akin to two teenagers in love, filled with lighthearted teasing and genuine curiosity about each other's lives.

rooster's hand occasionally brushed against yours, sending a pleasant shiver up your spine. you found yourselves lost in his eyes, which reflected your own dreams for the future. there was an innocence and purity to your interaction, each smile and glance brimming with affection. the way he looked at you, with unguarded admiration, made you feel like the most important person in the world.

bradley leaned in a little closer, his expression turning slightly more serious but still filled with warmth. "you know," he said his voice soft and earnest, "i've been thinking a lot lately."

"oh? about what?" you asked, a hint of curiosity and amusement in your voice.

"about us," he said, his eyes locking onto yours. "about how much I love spending time with you, how much you mean to me."

your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a warm flush spread through you. "i feel the same way, bradley."

he took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I've been thinking... I don't want us to just have these moments in between missions and busy schedules. I want more of this. More of you."

you felt a flutter of excitement and anticipation. "what are you trying to say?" you asked, excitement and anticipation bubbling in your chest.

he reached across the table, taking your hand in his. "i want you to move in with me," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I want to wake up next to you every day, to come home to you. I want us to build a life together, not just in moments but every single day."

your eyes welled up with tears of happiness. "bradley, are you serious?"

he nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "I've never been more serious about anything in my life. I love you, and I want us to be together, always."

tears of joy streamed began to well up in your eyes as you squeezed his hand. "I love you too, bradley. yes, I would love to move in with you." you exclaimed and he laughed, tilting your chin to capture your lips in a tender kiss.

"one day," he whispered, kissing you softly, "I'm gonna put a ring on your finger" he promised, eyes boring deep into your own.

you felt your heart hammering again, melting into a puddle of warm, happy goo.

"I'd want nothing more" you whispered back.

you could so get used to this. because being with bradley just felt oh so high school.

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[starcravin]

thinking about aventurine and v!brators...

cw ; smut, minors dni, toys/v!brators, p in v penetration, overstim, afab reader in mind

being in public with aventurine, a remote controlled toy stuff inside you, at his mercy.

sat in the casino while he's playing pool with someone, taking every chance he gets to put down the poolstick, taking out his phone and getting on the app to control the v!brator, watching you sit on the rounded sofa, spilling your drink the moment he increases the strength, and he somehow manages a pause, bringing you to the casino's bathrooms, and taking you right their, holding the toy against your cl!t while he fucks you.

shopping with him, desperately trying to hold your bags normally without falling to the floor while aventurine increases the vibrations on the toy.

looking at him with dread in your face, thinking he's going onto his phone to turn the vibrations on, all for him to check his social media and repeat, until you get used to him teasing, and when you think nothing of it, he turns it up all the way.

shoving one of those toys that stimulated you in two ways — generously hitting your g-spot while the motor spun it, with the other half of the toy vibrating your cl!t, all to put your pants back on and challenge you not to make a mess in them while he finished up his paperwork. tying you up by your ankles and wrists, laying you on your side on his bed, glancing at you occasionally while you whimpered and moaned, cum leaking from your clothes while the toy pleasured you from the inside and out.

[flightlessangelwings]

A kiss on the cheek that turns into a kiss on the lips

Benny Miller x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count- 663

Warnings- friends to lovers, mutual pining, hint of spice

Notes- Written for my 4k follower drabble event requested by anon! Thank you so much for the request I think this is one of my personal favs of the event!! Taglists are closed. To stay up to date on when I post, follow my update blog and turn on post notifs @flightlessangelwings-updates​

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“Nice shot babe!” Benny’s encouraging voice made your heart flutter as he playfully bumped your hip with his.

You chuckled nervously to hide the way your hand trembled under his piercing gaze, “Thanks, Ben,” you mumbled as you fiddled with your poolstick.

Nights out like this were wonderful and relaxing, but also nerve wracking. You loved nothing more than when you got together with all the guys and you could just forget about the world around you for a few hours. They all made you feel welcome in their group right away, and you felt comfortable around them. Santiago, Frankie and the Miller brothers quickly became your best friends.

But there was one of them you thought of as more than just friends. And Benny’s flirtatious nature didn’t help the growing feelings you harbored for him. From the moment you met, you were captivated by him; Benny’s charming smile, his infectious laugh, his soft eyes, his kind nature made you a goner before you even had a chance. 

But you two were just friends… There was no way he felt the same about you. 

At least, that’s what you told yourself. It made it hard at times though whenever he would wrap his arm around you or gently nudge your chin or give you a subtle wink. You convinced yourself that was just how he was, though, and it didn’t mean anything with you. Especially when you knew about the nights he went home with someone else… 

“Hey…” Benny’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, “You still with me here, babe?” he asked with a puzzled look in his eyes, “I need your help to kick Pope and Fish’s ass and win this pool game!” 

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered, “I’m still here,” you found your voice as you steadied yourself on your feet next to your partner, “Let’s win this thing, Benny!”

“Alright that’s what I want to hear!” Benny cheered as he kissed you softly on the cheek in the heat of the moment. 

Both of you froze.

“Ben…” you whispered as your fingers grazed the skin of your face and you felt like you were on fire.

Benny’s gaze turned serious as the world melted away around him and only you were in focus. His hand landed on the side of your face as his eyes dropped down to your lips for just a moment, “Is this ok… baby?” he asked in a tone you had never heard before.

“Yes,” you breathed without hesitation.

Benny’s face lit up and before you knew it, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer as he pressed his lips against yours. You immediately melted into his embrace and parted your lips for him. Sparks flew between you as months of repressed feelings exploded to the surface. It all felt like a whirlwind: one moment you were just playing pool with Benny, the next moment you were living a romance fantasy.

Cheers from the other end of the pool table brought the moment crashing down as quickly as it started, however, and you and Benny broke away to find Santi, Frankie and Will cheering for the two of you.

“Fucking finally!” Santi jeered.

“We were wondering how long it was going to take you two idiots to realize you liked each other,” Will added.

A wave of heat pulsed through your veins and you felt even more embarrassed than before. 

“Fuck off, you guys,” Benny snipped at them, “We were just taking our time that’s all.”

“Yeah, ok,” Frankie rolled his eyes with a smile, “Now can we get back to the game or are we going to have to watch you two suck each other’s faces the rest of the night?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Benny bantered back at his friends, “Just one more kiss,” he said before he leaned in and kissed you again before he murmured in your ear, “If they think this is bad, just wait til I get you home…”

[joshsindigostreak]

I See Hell in Your Eyes

Chapter One

“Touching you makes me die inside”

Josh Kiszka x Vampire!Reader

Notes: I haven't written fanfic in literal years (let alone published anything) and this just popped into my head while on a road trip and I just had to write it down. Huge shout out to Kait @gretasmokerising and Anna @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine for being my soundboard and encouraging me to flesh it out instead of just being an idea in my head. Love y'all so much!

Warnings: not much other than descriptions of blood.

Word Count: 2520

The bar was unusually crowded tonight, a detail you always preferred on nights like these. On nights you only had one thing on your mind. Nights when you needed to feed. It was a chain sports bar, which was a rule of yours: never go to local bars, the smaller the establishment the more likely a local turning up missing would be noticed. Bartenders and owners always notice when their regulars stop showing up. But no one bats an eye when a sports fanatic in a sea of matching jerseys slips off into an alley or stumbles down the street away from the fray, that’s just Friday. 

So there you were, sitting at the far end of the bar where you could get a better view of the room, your finger circling the rim of the vodka RedBull you pretended to drink. Human alcohol was alright, and the concoctions they’d come up with were cute, but it wasn’t anything compared to blood. Nothing compared to blood. You started salivating at the thought of it, your teeth begging to extend from your gums in preparation, but you shake your head and focus once again. 

Your eyes scanned the crowd in the bar, sweeping through the loud and obnoxious patrons hoping to find a target that would satiate your thirst for a few nights. That’s when you heard it, this loud, jovial belly laugh from the corner of the bar. You snapped your eyes towards the source, and you saw him. Big toothy grin, with a gap between his front teeth, the sides of his head was shaved down to the skin, the rest of his hair was curly and clearly picked to death to make it as tall as possible. Poolstick in one hand and the other playfully slapped the arm of the man next to him who was playing with him. You took a sip of your drink as you observed him closely, gauging how drunk he was. Not that it mattered too much, men were easy pickings amongst humans. 

Your heightened senses let you hear what he was saying, and you almost switched your target to someone else when you realized how much of a motormouth he was. But you sighed and continued to listen, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at the inane things he was rambling off. Yeah, you were going to enjoy shutting him up later.  If your stomach could growl anymore, it would have several times by now from the sheer amount of time it had been since your last feed. You were bored now, and needed to set the scene for your graceful exit and hopefully delicious dinner. 

The human turned his head to a person on his other side as they were speaking, and you got a clear view of the side of his sharp jawline, and more importantly, his neck. The only visible scars on him was a small scar on his cheek, the rest of his visible skin was unmarked, unblemished, and that excited you more. It was almost too pretty for what you planned on doing to it, and the visual of his blood running down his neck into his shirt, staining it while the scent filled the air had you nearly launching yourself off that barstool to sink your teeth into him right then and there. 

You shook your head a little to center yourself, you were too old to give into sloppy desires like that. Downing the rest of your drink, you hopped off your stool and quickly plastered a cheerful grin on your face when the bar erupted in cheers at one of the teams on the screen scoring something. You didn’t care what it was, who was who, or what idiotic sport these humans cared about, but you needed to blend in. Raising your arms, you let out the silliest “woooo!” you could muster without embarrassing yourself, while quickly making your way to the other side of the bar where your target remained parked by the pool tables. 

As you got near that end of the bar, you pretended to completely ignore him and his friends. You pretended you didn’t see how his vision snapped to you as you walked by, or how he barely blinked while he watched you stare at the old school jukebox in the corner, looking over the options. You pretended you definitely didn’t see how his grip on his beer tightened as he checked you out. Men were so fucking easy like this, even the undead ones you knew personally. They’d never changed in the three centuries you had been alive. 

You threw a look over your shoulder at the crowd behind you, matching the energy of the room and letting out an airy laugh at what was happening on the televisions. As you turned back to the jukebox, you saw your target walking towards you, nearly stumbling over his own feet to get to you. 

“You’re awfully happy for a girl whose team is losing miserably.” He mused at you with a playful tone in his voice.

You turned to him, slightly confused until you looked over his shoulder at the score and looked down at your shirt. Shit, he was right. It was nothing you couldn’t recover from however, “oh it’s ok, I just like the energy going on...” That was stupid, but he seemed to buy it. 

“Whatcha drinking?” He said pointing to the empty cup in your hand. 

You let out another light giggle, “oh just a vodka RedBull…” 

He immediately turned to the bartender closest to him and ordered you another drink and another beer for himself. As he turned away from you, you noticed the multiple ear piercings in his ear, and tried to check out the metal to see if they were silver or stainless steel. You hoped out of convenience they were stainless steel or even white gold, because silver of any kind burned a Vampire's skin. While it would take a significant amount to hurt you, it was still annoying to avoid minor burns while enjoying a simple meal. 

He turned back towards you, dagger earring swinging as he did so, “I haven’t seen you here before…”

“You haven’t? You must not have been looking hard enough.” Your mouth twists into a smile, not only to make it seem like you were flirting with him but because you could hear his heartbeat hammering in your head. He wasn’t even trying to keep calm in front of you. 

At your reply he started grinning too, giving you a front row seat to a tooth gap that for a human was adorable. You briefly wondered if he was aware of how cute it was but you shook that thought off, you needed to get this done. You looked him in the eyes, just then realizing how intense his stare was. Those big brown eyes of his bore into you, the wheels were turning behind them and you wondered what he was thinking about. It was almost a crime you’d never be able to see how they looked in the sun. You’d never see how the sun would highlight every swirl, every minuscule difference from his left and right eye, all the dimensions of color you could never see in person because of the one thing that could kill you. His eyes were sweet, in a genuine way you weren’t used to seeing in human men. If you hadn’t been starving you’d almost let this one go, and find a legitimate douche to feed off of. But then again, sometimes the sweetness from human nature translated in their blood. It was probably a Vampiric placebo effect, but sometimes you could almost taste someone’s nature in their blood, and this one, this man right here, made you want to test that theory to know for sure. Maybe he wasn’t as annoying as you originally thought while listening to his conversations earlier. Maybe. 

Someone scored, a home run, touchdown, they won the points but you didn’t care, because everyone in the bar except you looked at the TV and cheered. You used this distraction to make eye contact with him once more, it was time to use your Persuasion, it was time to get out of there. With him. 

“Hey…let’s get out here…” as you spoke, you felt your power come from within you and follow your words to him. He blinked once or twice, and nodded slightly and took your hand at once. You realized just then you hadn’t even gotten his name. Good. You didn’t need to get attached to this one with a name. Nearly losing your nerve over his fucking eyes was enough. You hadn’t been a teenager in over 300 years but for a brief second, you felt like one as his hand gripped ours and led you through the thick crowd. 

The two of you made it to the back door, slipping out into the night easily. The door led out to an alley, as cliche as they were to feed in, they were easy to leave humans behind in with no memory of what had transpired. The only light was from a single flickering light bulb fixed above the back door. There wasn’t even a moon out that night. 

He seemed highly amused at the fact he was alone with you, and spun around to face you as soon as the door shut, a toothy smile plastered on his face once again. “I live nearby. We can walk if you want…”

You held his gaze once again, using your Persuasion once again to your advantage. “No…this is perfectly fine…” Grabbing his hand this time, you led him down the alley, further into the dark. There were a few dumpsters on either side that made a perfect barrier hide behind. 

Another round of cheers sounded off in the distance. The bar would be busy for at least another hour judging by the game time when you left, which was more than enough time to feed and get the fuck out of there. You looked up and he’s still looking at you with a dopey grin, the effects of your Persuasion still in effect. 

He looked at you, going from your eyes to your lips, and you did the same to him. You leaned forward, lips softly brushed against his, eyes closing on instinct. The next thing you knew you were getting backed into the wall, the kissing getting messier and more passionate by the second. His front teeth nipped at your bottom lip, a slight noise escaping you at the action. You wanted to reach up and tangle your hand into his curly hair, but he had a firm grip of both your hands at your sides. So you just rolled with it, enjoying making out with this human before feeding on him. And you were about to pull apart to use your Persuasion again to get him in position, to even tell him it wasn’t going to hurt so he wouldn’t scream or be in pain. That was until you felt something-

Burning.

Hot. 

Fucking heat. 

Your wrists were suddenly on fire and you broke away to look down at your wrists being bound by silver fucking handcuffs. The target tightened them down on your wrists as tight as they could go, and when you looked up at the bastard you felt another burning sensation on your neck.

 He was holding a silver knife against your throat. This mother fucker. 

“What the fuck?!”

“Jesus Christ, I thought your file said you were supposed to be over 300 years old and you fell for that?!” He almost laughed as he pressed the knife flat against your skin, the sound and smell of sizzling flesh wafting through the air. Of course he had a fucking file. Humans love their stupid paperwork. You were fucked. 

“Yeah your little trick of batting your lashes at me to get me to do what you want didn’t work. Not once.” How in the fuckedy-fuck did it not work?! He was glaring at you now, the sweet grinning man you found in the bar was gone, at least on the surface. Those big brown eyes of his looked nearly black now, the grip he had on one of your wrists tightening even more as if he was trying to click the cuff even tighter, burn even deeper into your flesh. 

He was one of them. For every supernatural creature there were humans that hunted them. And this wannabe Dean Winchester clearly hunted vampires. It had been awhile since you had run into a hunter. At this point of your undead life you formed your own set of rules to keep you out of trouble. However, you played them all to a T tonight, and yet here you were, up against the wall being subdued by the supernatural equivalent to a boy scout. 

The adrenaline was rolling through your body as you narrowed your eyes, and if you had had the strength you would’ve strangled him already. 

“Fine. Fine! Just let me go and I’ll fucking leave the city and no one has to make a mess out here.”

“You think I’m letting you go anywhere when there have been bodies piling up left and right between here and 3 counties over?” He snarled out, leaning even closer to your face. 

Bodies? You hadn’t fully killed anyone around here. Not yet anyway. To the brink of death, sure, you weren’t a saint and shit happens, but you definitely hadn’t left a trail of bodies anywhere. What the fuck was he talking about? But you didn’t care that much, you needed to get the fuck out of there before anyone saw. 

“Listen you’ve got the wrong Vampire here I-“

“The wrong one? You were literally about to feed off of me. Don’t think I didn’t know what you were doing for a second. As soon as you walked into that bar I knew what you were. Your kind isn’t very subtle, especially the older ones. You have to work on that act of yours, sweetheart. It wasn’t as convincing as you’d think.” The grin was back, but it was cocky now and paired with an obnoxious dimple in his left cheek. This asshole. 

The cheers erupted again, causing you both to look up at the sound. This was your chance. You still had enough strength in your legs to stoop on his foot with your full weight, causing him to lose grip on the knife and for you to knock it out of his hand with your useless hands and to skirt around him. You took off as fast as you could. Not as fast as your typical speed would allow, but faster than a human. Faster than that dickhead. 

You had to get these cuffs off of you as soon as possible, and you had to make sure you never saw that douche again, or else you might actually kill him this time. 

Part 2?

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[persephone11110]

Operation: Protect The Kid

Brotherly Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings:past child abuse, confrontation happens, religious guilt tactic is used against the oc, insecurity/self doubt,reader is 23—jake is 36, Jake protecting his wingman/woman idk, sprinkle of curse words, mentions of alcoholism

Summary: “I’d never thought…I was worth being protected and saved. Since I was a little girl the only two words I knew were unlovable and broken”. Tilliy sighed, placing her head on Jake’s shoulder.

ofc:Tilly Lewis/ i couldn’t think of a callsign.

AN: this is the fic from the poll, i’ve started like 3 diff fics and finished half way trying to nail a brotherly jake. I made Tilly’s and Jakes age gap bigger, even tho cannoically I feel like Jake way younger than 36, and also i feel their relationship is bro/sis whilst also being mentor/mentee— since Tilly probably graduated like year or two ago. Enjoy reading ❤️ :)

- kinda short/kinda long, idk if i like the ending

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Everytime I look in the mirror, I see the little girl who gotten beaten for just breathing and teenage me getting knocked around for looking in their direction.

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It was small things at first. Smackings across the face, belt marks covering her ass, soap in her mouth each and everytime her parents deemed she talked out of turn. It’s normal— Tilliy thought as a little girl, it was drilled into her head like that..not until her freshman year of college she spent thirty minutes in her dorm crying after a child abuse seminar did she realize it wasn’t.

“Matilda Patrice Lewis, you look at me when I’m talking to you”. a belt ripped across her back. “I don’t love you sweetheart, and to be honest no one ever will”.

“Don’t cheat” Hangman smirked handing her a poolstick, before he walked away to get another beer.

They noticed Tilly first, before she could even get a chance to hide. She ignored the feeling of danger lingering around her, shrugged it off as guilt from the uranium mission still in lingerin. Its been so long since Tilly had to protect herself that she forgot the feeling of hatred and anger getting closer.

“Sunday’s is for worshipping god, not for drinking with the devil Matilda”, Tilly inhaled heavily—she hoped that voice didn’t belong to her, quite honestly Tilly had long gone forgotten her mother’s voice only time she remembered it is when she’s was having a bad day. Like always her mother had a way when with commanding attention to herself, Tilly could feel her mother’s anger—it was getting thicker and thicker by the minute.

“Matilda, dear I recognize those ugly back scars from anywhere”, Yeah because you and dad put them there, Tilly so badly wanted to say but her inner conscious reminded her father was behind her mother—and he never hesitated to beat the shit out of her.

Tilly had no choice but turn around, she always did feel cowardly under her mother’s gaze.

“Oh Matilda we’ve been waiting for you come home”, her eyes glistening with the tears, her shoulders close to shaking— if only she meant it, if only her mother’s sadness and her father’s grimy face were actually sincere. Too many lessons nagged at Tilly’s face, the memories of beatings coming back at full speed. “How can we love someone so broken?”.

“Inhale and exhale.. Tilly, your parents have no control over you any more… you are free”, Doctor Mandy words echoed in her mind.

“You left us alone Matilda, we didn’t know if our daughter was okay”, her father spoke, “Do you not love us?”.

Tilly shrinks back at that, does she love them?, do they finally love her?

She feels someone step behind her, she immediately realized who it was his cologne is a dead giveaway. Hangman. Tilly slighty caught his stance out of the side of her eye, protective and angry.

“Are you okay Tilly?”, before she got a chance to speak she was cut off by her mother’s harsh words. “Matilda, her name is Matilda— Tilly is too childish for a twenty three year old woman”.

“With all do respect ma’am Tilly, Is what she wants to go by and I fully respect it”. Jake says with a fake smile, any chance too show off his teeth.

“We weren’t speaking to you boy”, her father bit out, and Tilly could see his alcohol rotted teeth, three to five packs of beer a day coming back to bite him in the ass.

“I’m Jake Seresin, Tilly’s bestfriend and wingman” Jake held up his hand, not giving either a chance to speak a word. “You two, should be proud of your daughter because despite being shitty parents, Tilly made sure she didn’t become like y’all”.

“We—”, her mother tried again.

“I’m not done”. Jake crossed his arms over his chest.“You too need to listen, Tilly owes you both nothing… she had a choice to walk away from you both and yet here she is for some damn reason hearing you too out”.

“Goodbye Matilda” her father says and her mother looks almost disappointed that Tilly didn’t fall for her trap again. They didn’t give Tilly a chance to answer, they both turn on their heel. The sound of the hard deck door closing was the best sound she’s ever heard.

“Thank you”, Tilly says and its barely above a whisper.

“No need to welcome me kiddo”, Jake drapes a arm over Tillys’s tender shoulders, easily relaxing her. ”You have my six, I have your six”.

“C’mere kiddo” Jake softly commanded, his eyes are softer than ever, “I love you Tilly”. Tilly fell into his embrace— she finally allowed herself to breakdown, the nagging pain of a little girl who had only wanted to be loved was far too much to hold back this time around.

“I’m sorry Jake”, she whispered into his chest.

“For what Tilly?”, he’s rubbing his hand up and down her back.

“For…not being brave enough to stand up for myself” a sob falls from her mouth. “Im so sorry”.

“Oh…Tilly, you’ve been brave for too long— you need to know there someone in your corner”. he pressed a kiss into Tilly’s head.

“Ok”

“Come on kid, lets go back to my place”. Lets go home.

[trashyswitch]

Big Brother Vs Pool Master

Sebastian and Sam are playing a game of pool, while Abigail watches. Sebastian turns into a well-rounded teacher, while Sam turns playful when he finds out something interesting about Sebastian.

This fanfic was suggested by my special bean @foxboidrew. I hope you enjoy, my love!

Sam and Sebastian were hanging out in the Stardrop Saloon like they usually do, hanging out together in the games room in the saloon. Sam had a Joja Cola in hand, while Sebastian was sipping on one of his favorite drinks: a cranberry candy. Sam and Sebastian had their drinks on the corner of the pool table while they were playing pool against each other. Sam was stripes, Sebastian was solids. 

Sam picked up his pool table and looked at the positioning of the ball. “Hmmm…” he hummed as he looked for the closest, most convenient striped balls to knock into the holes. “Which one do I possibly go for?!” Sam asked. 

“You kinda got yourself into a challenging situation.” Sebastian admitted. “But I would highly suggest going for the striped 11.” Sebastian said. 

Sam nodded and started to aim the pool stick tip at the ball, and slowly pulled it back. “Aaaaaand-” Sam hit the ball, but realized how wrong his angle was the moment his ball hopped about a foot in the air before clunking against the pool table. Sam lowered his head down in annoyance and sighed. “I’m guessing we have to switch now?” Sam asked. 

“Technically, yes. But…” Sebastian smiled. “I’ll let you have another shot.” He said before sipping a bit more of his drink. 

Sam nodded and smiled a bit. “Thanks.” He said before focusing on the ball and the pool tip. “Bring the pool stick higher slightly, so you don’t bounce your ball again. Aim for the middle.” Sebastian told him. 

“I’m not 5, Seb. I know how to play pool. We’ve played countless times.” Sam told him. 

Sebastian put up his hands in arrest. “Alright, alright. Go for it.” Sebastian told him, silencing himself and watching. 

Sam pointed the pool stick tip at the bottom of the ball…and then reeled back the poolstick…He whacked it on the left side, knocking the pool ball to the right and knocking a solid ball into the far right hole. “YES!” Sam declared, throwing his fist in the air. 

Sebastian smiled and offered him a high five. “Not bad.” Sebastian told him. The truth was…Sam had just knocked one of Sebastian's balls into the hole, meaning Sebastian got the point without even lifting a finger. But…He still applauded his “success”. 

Sam high-fived him. “Alright. Your turn, I think.” Sam said. 

Sebastian nodded his head. Time to show Sam how it’s really done. 

Sebastian looked at where the white ball was, and smiled as he saw a somewhat challenging option that was available to him. Well…Challenging to Sam, anyway. To Sebastian? It was a piece of cake. Chocolate cake, to be specific. 

…Great…now he’s craving chocolate cake. 

Sebastian placed the pool stick tip close to the ball. “Gonna try to get a solid 5 in.” Sebastian said, pointing the pool stick at the white ball. 

“Good luck, Seb.” Sam replied, sipping his drink. 

Sebastian brought the pool stick back, and whacked the ball with the tip, sending it to the solid 5 ball on a side angle, hitting the ball over to the left, directly into the hole. 

Sam had to swallow his drink so as to not choke on it. How did he- 

“Sweet.” Sebastian said with a little smirk. Sam slowly nodded, unsure what to say. “...Okay.” He replied. “Alright.” 

Sebastian looked at Sam. “What? You got one in too.” He mentioned. “But I think I got the wrong color in.” Sam admitted. 

Sebastian chuckled. “It’s not the color of the balls that you’re supposed to keep track of…it’s the pattern on the balls.” He replied. 

Sam looked at the leftover balls on the table and slowly sighed. “So I DID get it wrong then…” Sam said. 

Sebastian had to stop himself from laughing. “No judgments here.” He told him. And he wasn’t lying. The truth was…his stupidity was often super amusing…it’s why they became such good friends. Sam would be shocked by how intelligent Sebastian was, and Sebastian would be thoroughly amused by how dumb Sam was. And thankfully, this kind of dynamic worked well for them. Sebastian walked up and poked Sam’s shoulder. “Come on, dude. It’s just a game. This game is not gonna matter in the grand scheme of things.” Sebastian told him. 

Sam sighed. “Alright…But can I watch what you do when you’re playing?” Sam asked. “Sure.” Sebastian replied as he removed the pool ball from the hole. “Go on my left side so you can see my angle.” Sebastian told him as he readied the poolstick. 

Sam nodded and stood on Sebastian’s left side, watching as Sebastian placed the ball down before angling his left arm down to the pool table and wrapped his left index finger around the lower pool stick. He placed the pool stick tip millimeters from the ball, and pulled the pool stick back. He whacked the ball and hit the solid 2 ball into the hole. 

“Wow…” Sam reacted, watching. “You made it look super easy.” 

Sebastian sat himself up and smiled as he looked at Sam. “Want to keep watching?” Sebastian asked. 

Sam nodded and followed Sebastian as he looked at all the angles. 

“Would you like me to get a ball of yours while I’m up?” Sebastian asked next. 

Sam widened his eyes. “You’d…get a point for me?” Sam asked. 

“Sure.” Sebastian replied as he placed the ball on the left side of the striped 13 ball. Sebastian got his hand stretched out and ready on the pool table, with Sam leaning against his back, watching. Sebastian’s other hand was holding the back of the poolstick, getting the angling ready. 

He pulled the pool stick back, and got ready to whack the ball with the tip of the pool stick…

But when someone (he assumed it was Sam) had grabbed his sides, Sebastian lost his concentration and paused. He tightened his middle a little bit, before quickly gaining his focus again. He whacked the ball and hit the striped ball directly into the hole. It was like Sam’s touches didn’t affect him…not even a little bit. 

“Yes!!” Sam declared, throwing his fists in the air. “Alright, my turn.” Sam grabbed his pool stick and started to look at the ball and what striped ball was closest to his white ball. 

Sebastian smiled and loosened his middle again. That was close…If Sam had noticed something about his little pause, then Sebastian might’ve been screwed. 

“Hey Sebastian…” Sam lifted his body up and leaned on the pool table. “Do you usually tense up when you’re ready to hit the ball?” Sam asked. 

Sebastian bit his inner lip a little bit, unsure whether to lie and let Sam use the same strategy…or tell the truth and create the domino effect into revealing the truth. “Uhhh…” was all he came up with while he thought. He eventually shook his head. “No. Not normally.” Sebastian replied. “It’s recommended that you calm your nerves and relax your muscles while you’re playing.” Sebastian explained. 

“But…That’s not what you did.” Sam admitted. “And you still made a perfect shot.” 

“I know…I tensed up a bit by accident…” Sebastian admitted. 

“Actually…” Sam put the pool stick down and walked up to Sebastian. “You tensed up when I touched you.” Sam gently held Sebastian’s sides. “Specifically here.” Sam added. 

Sebastian nodded his head and did everything he could to not tighten his sides this time. He hoped and prayed that if he kept his cool, this whole conversation would blow over. 

“But…Now you’re not??” Sam asked. “Wait…” He gasped and let go to cover his mouth. “Was me watching you in action, making you tense?” he asked. 

Sebastian widened his eyes. “No! God no.” He replied. Sam seriously hasn’t caught on yet?! This conversation was enough to make a man go insane! “It tickled, okay?” Sebastian spat out. “That’s all it was.” 

Sam widened his eyes and stared at Sebastian for a few minutes longer than he probably should’ve. He slowly leaned the pool stick against the pool table before poking Sebastian’s side. This simple poke was enough to make Sebastian squeak and nearly jump out of his skin. “Sam!” Sebastian frowned at him. “Don’t you dare try it.” 

Sam smiled brightly and wiggled his fingers at him. “Or else what?” He asked innocently. 

Sebastian’s frown began to soften into a nervous look as he attempted to keep his distance from Sam. “Or else I’ll hit you with my poolstick!” Sebastian warned. 

Sam laughed at his futile attempts to threaten him, and looked over at Abigail, who was sitting on the couch. “Can you believe this guy?! Threatening to harm me over a few tickles?” Sam teased, his inner brotherly side coming out. 

Abigail giggled and crossed her arms. “So rude…” She teased. “I’m rather fascinated. How ticklish is he?” She asked. 

Sam smirked and grabbed the pool stick from Sebastian’s hand, and placed it aside. “Why don’t we find out?” Sam asked as he stepped closer to Sebastian. 

“S-Sam, I’m warning you.” He attempted. “You try this, and it won’t end well for you.” Sebastian warned. 

Sam gave his side a poke. “Boop!” He reacted. 

“AAH-” Sebastian attempted to slap his hand away. “Go away!” 

Sam then moved around Sebastian and wrapped his arms around his middle, before skittering all 10 of his fingers on his belly and sides. “Gotcha!” Sam declared. 

Sebastian wheezed and doubled over, trying his hardest not to laugh right away. He was worried that if his strategies made him laugh, Sam would continue tickling him for at least another 10 minutes. And Sebastian knew this all too well, thanks to seeing how Sam acts around Vincent. “Oh! Oh! Try his armpits!” Abigail declared. 

Sebastian shook his head. “Dohon’t you d-dahahare!” He warned, accidentally letting out a few giggles.

Sam chuckled. “Alright.” Sam reacted as he lifted up Sebastian’s right hand and started tickling his right armpit. “How ticklish is-” 

Sebastian threw his head back and started letting out long fits of laughter, accidentally interrupting Sam’s question. But…his laughter was a little more higher-pitched than any of them were originally expecting. So hearing it for the first time, really threw them for a loop. 

Sam chuckled. “Well would you look at that? Mr. Gloomy Sebby has a cute little laugh.” Sam teased. 

Abigail couldn’t help the little blush that filled her cheeks, followed by the cute little smile. “I thought I’d never see the day.” Abigail admitted. 

“Shuhuhuhuhut uhuhuhup!” Sebastian shot back at them. “I’ll shut up the moment you stop laughing so adorably.” Sam teased. 

Sebastian could feel a blush of his own developing on his fair cheeks. It was kinda nice seeing some color on Sebastian’s cheeks for once. 

“Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!” Sam teased. “Ihihi’m nohohohot aha chihild!” Sebastian argued. “I know…But it doesn’t change how fun it is to tease you.” Sam replied. 

After another couple minutes of tomfoolery, Sebastian attempted to get himself away from Sam. And though it took a bit of scrambling, Sebastian did successfully get out of his grip. “Okahahay, ohokay, okay.” He said, instinctively sitting himself down onto the sofa. “You did what you wanted to do. Now can we go back to the game?” Sebastian asked. 

Abigail smirked and cleared her throat in a more obvious fashion. Sebastian quickly widened his eyes and turned to look at Abigail. “H-Hi…” He mumbled, adjusting himself. “Can I…” He trailed off the moment he saw Abigail’s hands rise up with her fingers wiggling in almost a wicked fashion. “H…help you?” Sebastian barely managed to get out of his mouth. 

Abigail giggled and skittered her fingers all over the sides and front of his ribs. “Sure! You can help me out by showing us your pretty little laugh again.” She declared as she tweaked his ribs. 

Sebastian attempted to defend himself with his hands as he felt a wobbly smile begin to fill his face. Even when Sebastian tried to get her back, she didn’t react! “Awww Sebby…” She smirked. “I’m not very ticklish there.” She told him. 

“.....Oh.” Sebastian muttered, not sure what else to say. He could be wrong…but the way she worded it made it sound like she WAS ticklish, just not in the spot he chose at that time. 

But before he could actually turn his thoughts into actions, Abigail had moved her fingers up to his back ribs! “What about here? Are you ticklish here?” She asked. 

Sebastian arched his back and threw his head back with a long cackle! “HAHAHAhahahaha! AHAHABIHIHI NOHOHOHO!” Sebastian yelled. 

“Holy- you’re more ticklish than Sam!” She reacted. 

Sam looked over at Abigail with an offended look on his face. “Hey!” He reacted. 

“Am I wrong?” Abigail teased. 

Sam stuttered a bit before looking down, growing embarrassed. “I-I-” He huffed. “You're lying, you little…” Sam mumbled. 

Abigail laughed at his reaction. “‘You little’ what?” She asked. “GUHUHUYS PLEHEHEASE!” Sebastian yelled. 

“Why would I tell you that?!” Abigail asked. “Maybe I wanna leave you in frustrating suspense.” She teased. “IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T-” Sebastian yelled next, struggling to get out of Abigail’s grip. 

Sam gasped. “You wouldn’t…” He reacted, clearly offended. 

“Ohoho, I most certainly wo-” She teased back, only to get distracted by tickly fingers against her armpits. “-hohoHOHOULD! NAHAHAHAHA- SEHEHEHEBBYYY!” She squealed, squeezing her arms against her sides. 

“Stohohop kihihilling mehehehe! Ihihi cohohouldn’t breheheheathe.” Sebastian told her. 

“IHI’M SOHORRY! IHI’M SOHOHOHORRYHYHYHY!” She shouted. 

“Goohood.” Sebastian stopped tickling her and waited for her to relax. When she did, Sebastian took his hands out of her armpits and rubbed away the rest of the phantom tickles that were plaguing him at the moment. 

“Yohou good, Sebby?” Abigail asked. “Yeheah. I’m good.” Sebastian replied. 

“Need help up, love birds?” Sam asked. 

Sebastian rolled his eyes, but took his hand and got up off the couch. 

“Who told you?” Abigail asked with a teasy voice, taking Sam’s hand and getting up off the couch as well. 

“Oh, you know…I’ve seen a few things.” He teased. 

Sebastian looked down and held his arm lightly while Abigail gently patted Sebastian’s shoulder. 

Feeling the embarrassment taking over, Sebastian slowly walked up to Sam and placed his chin onto Sam’s left shoulder. 

“Uh- Sebby?” Sam asked. 

Sebastian closed his eyes and hesitantly wrapped his arms around Sam’s middle. He started to close his eyes and snuggle himself into Sam’s arms, showing feelings of comfort and safety within Sam’s grasp. It was really sweet to see. 

Abigail smiled and fluffed Sebastian’s hair. “Such a cute little dork.” She teased. 

Sebastian only blushed more upon hearing Abigail’s words. “Th…Thankyou…” He mumbled. He looked over at Abigail and smiled, offering her his hand. “Wanna join?” He asked. 

Abigail smiled and took his hand, joining the hug as well. 

“Yeah! Group hug!” Sam declared, hugging them both. “Does this mean I’m welcome into ‘love bird’ territory?” Sam asked. 

Sebastian and Abigail laughed at this and nodded their heads. Of course he is! Sam will always be welcome as a third wheel. In Sebastian’s mind though…he began to secretly hope that Sam could be more than just a third wheel in the future…

If only he works up the courage to ask…

[ahoodgirl]

the space between | k.b.

▪︎ summary: a house party changes to a party at pool house down the street; Kane Brown & Restless Road provide music; Caroline & Kane get into a game of pool then things get spicy towards the end.

▪︎ relationship: KB & Caroline Thomas

▪︎ words: 2,057

▪︎ rating: pg 13

▪︎ author's note: this is part 1 of two; Kane isn't married & doesn't know Katelyn yet in this / before Kane & Kate met.

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the invitation was sent a week ago; some receiving them by the 4th day, others already having it. Another house party. The theme? All black. "Music will be provided my Kane Brown and Restless Road. Location has been changed to the pool hall down the road from the previous location. Please dress accordingly," I sigh, "well, could be worse." "Party will start at 7p and run until 2a. Please do not drive. As a safety precaution, you will have a driver come pick you up as a dd. Be ready when they arrive. Attached below is a picture of the car and license plate number that is picking you up. DO NOT GET IN A STRANGERS CAR. If you are not dressed in accordance to theme, you will be escorted out and driven back home." "Well damn. I guess I need to get ready then."

I get a shower and wash everything from my head to my toes. I then get out and dry off, looking for something black and sexy, going trough my closet until I find my 'seriously sexy' tight black faux leather pants, putting it on over my black lace panties. I then remember I have a spaghetti strap black lack crop-top so I put that on over my nipple covers. Knowing it was cool outside, I grab my black leather jacket and put it on.

Next was jewelry; I grabbed my gold chain necklace with a heart on it and put it on. For the final look, I grab my favorite smelling perfume and spray it all on me. I make sure I have everything before heading downstairs to wait for the driver.

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The driver came and picked me up and drove about 20 minutes until we pulled up and I got out. We were each given a number to hold onto, to know what car to get into.

By the time I went to the door and my outfit was approved, the music started, hearing everything from the bass to the drums, filling everyones ears with pure enjoyment. I open the second set of double-doors and walk in, my eyes scanning the entire room until they land on the band playing in the far left corner. I recognize the song as 'What Ifs' by KB & LA. I grab a quick drink from the bartender then make my way to the dance floor. I sway my hips back and forth to the beat as I casually sip on my drink, enjoying the song. They finish that one and play another one that I'm unfamiliar with, but I enjoy enjoy listening to. Kane's sitting on a stool with a mic stand in front of him.

They finish the song and say their taking a short 10 minute break. I walk by the stairs as i head to the bartender, and see a sign hanging in front saying 'upstairs off limits for party guests. will only be used by band and employees.' "Damn," I thought to myself as I grab another drink and head to an empty pool table and start playing by myself. I rack the balls then grab the cue and position it in front of the others.

I find a good pool-stick and take my first shot. It hits and balls fly everywhere on the table, as two solid balls pocket themselves—#3 & #7—on different sides of the table. As i line up my next shot, I hear a voice behind me say "nice shot, but be a little more heavy handed next time." I turn around and see Kane standing a few inches away, sipping on a beer. He wearing his infamous black jeans with a few holes, along with a green plaid shirt, a watch and his 'miracle' hat. His sleeves are rolled up just under his elbow, showing off all his tattoos. "Oh yeah? Then why don't you come over here and show me how to do it?" He sets his beer down and grabs the poolstick from my hand and lines up a shot, hitting it with a little force and the yellow #1 pockets in the side.

"Give me back my pool stick." I go to grab it, but he yanks it back, earning him a groan from me. "After I finishing playing my set, we're playing a few games to see who's better. Deal?" I roll my eyes, "and what does the winner get?" "The winner makes the loser follow them around and do whatever they tell them to." Kane sticks his hand out and I shake it a few seconds later. He goes to set up for the rest of the songs, and I play until all balls have been pocketed, and walk over to wait for the band to continue.

As they start up the next song, I down the rest of my drink and set it to the side. They play a sad song, then play a song I instantly recognize as 'like a rodeo'. This is the first time I'm hearing the acoustic version. It gets me in the mood to sway my hips to the beat and flip my hair back and forth. I close my eyes as I let myself feel the bass in my veins and dance to lyrics.

-

I've drunk two & ½ beers during their set and he says their playing the last song for the night, but a dj will be taking over until 2a. The song? Lose it. Love it.

The way he's singing and showing off his tattoos got my heart fluttering so bad. The violin guy knows what he's doing. So effortless but yet so smooth. The song comes to a close and he sings the final lyrics, "girl I lose it, yeah I lose it" and everyone erupts into applause and hollers. I see he look my way and moves his eyes to the pool tables, then walks off stage. I take my time following him until he stops in front of the 'no party guests' sign then sighs, "fuck. I forgot about that. Hang on a sec." I nod my head and step to the side while I wait for him to return.

He walks to the party-thrower owner and talks to him about letting me go up with him, and eventually nodding his head. Kane walks back over to me with the biggest shit-eatting grin I've seen since arriving a few hour beforehand. "Let me guess, you had to say you wanted to invite me upstairs with you to play pool just for me to be able to go past the sign?" "Yeah, but after we play a few games, you have to come back down here. We do have a time limit of an hour, though." I smile and finish my drink then say, "that's plenty of time for me to whoop your ass in pool." "I guess we'll see. Come on." He moves the sign to side then puts it back after we walk up.

He says he has a special table he likes to play on. We walk farther and I see an all-decked-out, totally customized red and black pool table. I whistle in appreciation of the color and look over at Kane, who is already grabbing his also customized pool stick, ready for anything. "Okay, Kane. I see you. But you gon' be in trouble once i'm done with you." I put my stuff to the side and grab a purple & black stick and get it ready. We do rock, paper & scissors to see who goes first and just out of luck, Kane wins. "Hell yeah!" He lines up his shot, pulls the stick back and lets go as the cue ball hits the others and they scatter across the table, but sadly none pocket.

I smile and look at the table then ask Kane, "do you have a preference on solids or stripes?" "Well, I normally go for stripes but," "okay!" I find the 9ball and hit it straight in. "You really had to do that?" I nod my head, "oh yeah. Anything to win. Step back," I see the striped 11 directly in front of him, so I set it up, pushing my ass back as far as I can without him noticing—knowing he's getting an eye full right now—as I pull back the cue stick, and let it hit, watching the ball go directly in the corner pocket.

I stand up and turn to Kane saying with a smirk, "I guess you won't get to play. Thats too bad," I turn back around and find another ball, pot that one and one more, before I miss the next one. I guess Kane does get to play. Damn.

He sets his sights on the two solid balls by the corner—#1 & #4—eventually deciding on #4 and pockets it in the corner, then pocketing the #1 on the other side. While he sets up another ball, he starts making small talk, bringing up conversation about my outfit.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what made you decide to wear that spaghetti strap shirt?" "I don't know, I bought it a year ago and only wore it twice, so I guess I wanted to just, let it out again. It's really comfortable, and along with these faux leather pants, it just goes so well together. I added the jacket just in case it gets cold." He pockets his third ball, but misses the fourth ball. I pocket my fifth & sixth ball, but miss the seventh.

"You know, that plaid shirt looks good with you black undershirt & ripped pant. And especially good with all those tattoos your showing off." The second I say that second sentence, he misses and I see him squeeze his eyes, but smile. "You just said that so I'd miss, didn't you?" "Maybe, maybe not. You'll never know."

I stand in front of the #15 ball and as I hit it, Kane decides to cough, making the ball hit the side. I stand up and turn to him, getting right up in his face saying, "you did that in revenge, didn't you?" He shrugs his shoulder, "maybe, maybe not. You'll never know. Now if you'll excuse me, it's my turn." I close my eyes and step to the side as he steps up the the table and in turn, pockets all his balls in except for the #7. "My turn." I make sure my ass is on full display as I pocket the #15 and go to set up the #8, but miss by ½ an inch. "Damn it." I hear him laugh from behind me and stands on the other side of the table, facing me then says, "don't worry, I won't hurt you too bad."

He hits his seventh and as he goes to set up the eight ball, I slowly walk to around the table, stopping beside him, feeling up his tattoos, walking behind him and stopping on the other side, as I sit on pool table, making sure he's looking in my eyes then whisper "you miss this, and you won't ever see me again, get to touch me or even kiss me, ever," in his ear and step back, never loosing eye contact. He takes his shot, and watches as the eight ball rolls and perfectly pockets in the middle.

Knowing that we've been up here for well over an hour, he grabs my hand and pulls me downstairs with him, talking the the band about spending some personal quality time by himself and with me, and eventually getting the keys to their hotel room.

I smile as we get in his dd's car and he takes us the the hotel. During the drive, he starts kissing every inch of me from collarbone, my neck and my jaw, up to my lips, making out until we reach our destination. We thank him and went inside to the elevator and continued our kissing until the elevator stops on level 8, both of us stepping out and walking down the hall until we stop at the door.

Kane looks me in my eyes and asks me a question, "are you sure you want to do this? We don't have to but it's up to you..." I look at him, and bite my lip, "i....,"

[unholies]

𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒌𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒙 . her back arches when she bends over the pool table to take aim with the pool-stick , that was just about too big for her , with a look of intense focus across her face . just like her dad had showed her before : no need to rush things , take it slow and ignore your surroundings . that last bit was difficult , for once , when all she sees in the corner of her peripheral is louis . she's almost about ready to snap at him just for looking at her with that smug look he always had on their face , but she refrained . instead , vera scoffs at his chuckle and her focus is back on the game .

she takes aim and with a quick flick vera makes the shot . she watches as the different colored balls clattered around the green felt and she winces at an especially loud clack! her own smug smile spreads on her face watching her target - a solid orange ball - sink into one of the four corners . vera stands up straight and looks at louis expecting something snarky , but instead her smile fades into one of stun .

❝ good girl , ❞ ― @unholies

a hand places itself on the small of her back while the other reaches to take the poolstick from her while she was processing what had come out of the other's mouth . she can tell her cheeks are red , and that's fine as she can excuse it on the alcohol ; what she couldn't excuse was the yellow glow of her irises . she struggles for words , tumbling over them , before she's able to get her sentence straight , ❝ wow , that's cheating . that is actually cheating . ❞

[skin-quilt]

I TOOK THIS PERSONS IDEA OF A PVC ARROW SLINGSHOT AND TRIED TO TURN IT INTO A POOLSTICK SLINGSHOT. IT WORK BUT DID NOT WORK WELL. IT ONLY SHOT 15 FEET STRAIGHT TO THE GROUND. HALF A POOL STICK SHOOTS BETTER BUT STILL NOT GREAT. IT LOOKED GOOD ON PAPER BUT NOT IN PRACTICE. WORTH A TRY!

[world-of-stones-and-colors]

@brrnedoutbrrista cont. from (X)

The last person Larry had expected to see in a bar was Agni, but he was sure they could say the same about him. It didn't take much to put the pieces together, Larry giving a fond shake of his head at the pair. This was familiar, and lucky for Agni, he'd dealt with a wide variety of drunks over the years. “Mbak…I can tell.” A glance to the cousin, and yup he definetly knows that type of drunk rather well. “Didn't know you were back in Paldea.” Straigtening his posture, there was a smile of the normally stoic man's face, the ease of the night and finding a familiar face making the emotion easy to show. “Should probably get her a water, otherwise she'll regret waking up tomorrow.” Been there, done that.

“In the meantime, how about you watch me clear the table? Get a feel for the game.” A hand reached for the poolstick, offering the very clearly uncomfortable gym leader a way out.