Yenzy’s ~Fucking~ Shirt (3/?)

The Alumni Scrimmage

Pairings: Collegehockeycoach! Andy Barber x female college sweetheart reader

Warnings: college sweethearts, the one that got away, soulmates, sexually explicit content- more sex, getting caught, explicit language- Andy likes the word f*ck, a little playful teasing, a little angst, moving fast in a relationship, Andy being really soft for his girl (must be 18+)

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

Coach B x his sweetheart

Lucky Charms: hockey AU

Andy slammed the phone down with a curse. His day had gone by in a flash; appearance at the hockey booth with the underclassman, photo opportunity in the quad and mingling with the older alumni that weren't participating in the scrimmage, alumni lunch and in about 20 minutes he'd join his boys- playing opposite them in the annual alumni scrimmage. It was tradition to let the old guys win.

Andy should have been suited up with his skates on- probably warming up on the ice by now. But instead he had spent the last 30 minutes calling information in a 50 mile radius of campus, trying desperately to get your number.

Your number wasn't listed. Of course it wasn't listed. He spent the night having the best sex of his life and now you were gone.

Andy's heart jumped in his chest when a knock came at his office door, but it was only his assistant coach.

"We got about 20 minutes, Andy" Nick said, tapping his stick on the door frame, already dressed in his old jersey and skates, "I'm gonna go check in with the officials."

"I'll be right out" Andy grunted, shoving his office chair away from his desk as Nick gave him a nod and shut the door. Andy looked at his phone once more- still no missed calls or texts. Not even so much as an email.

He stood up, running his hands down his beard before stretching his arms up over his head with a grumble. Andy wasn't in the mood for this alumni scrimmage. Hadn't been in the mood for any of this all day. Not after those damn cupcakes this morning. All he could think about was you.

He crossed the room to the bench along his office wall and sat down with a frown. Andy took a deep breath, letting his head fall into his hands, rubbing over his beard with a grumble before bending over to riffle through his duffle bag for his skates.

The scrimmage was meant to be fun but casual, players wearing their old or current jerseys and team sweats. Gloves and pads were encouraged, helmets mandatory. Goalies were required to wear full pads. The scrimmage was open to the public, but usually only family or the die-hard fans showed up to the event.

There was another knock at the door as Andy was lacing up his second skate. He huffed, barking a "come in" but the door didn't budge.

"Nick... if you’re not gonna come in just gimme a minute, will ya?" Andy shouted as he pulled his laces taut.

The door pushed open and Andy heard the sound of boots drag across his office floor. His breath caught in the back of his throat when he looked up.

"Hey, Barber" you smirked, dressed in his home jersey and a familiar pair of black Doc Marten combat style boots with thick wool thigh high socks disappearing under the jersey that fit more like a dress. Your hair was reminiscent of how you wore it for Andy's college games.

"Y/N... you're...here..." Andy's stuttered as he stood up, a good 4 inches taller than he usually was-with his skates on.

Smiling shyly as you crossed the room, you placed your bag on his desk before coming to a stop in front of him. Andy's heart hammered in his chest as he smiled fondly down at you. He took a tentative step towards you, hand reaching up like he was going to caress your cheek, before hesitating. He wasn't sure how to greet you.

"I'm sorry... I didn't get your number. Then those damn..." Andy started as you tiptoed, catching his thick hoodie strings and pulling him down into your mouth to shut him up. Andy groaned his surprise.

"Shhhh" you murmured against his parted lips with a smirk.

"Sweetheart...I..." Andy's words were crushed against your lips as you pushed him backwards until his legs hit the bench. Andy went down with a grunt, smiling when you placed a hand to either shoulder, climbing into his lap and straddling him.

"Y/N... I'm trying to say I'm sorry..." he laughed as your tongue swept into his mouth with a soft moan. Andy groaned, abandoning his apology as he pulled you to his chest and devoured you with a toe curling kiss.

You made out on the bench like horny college kids until you were breathless, lips parting to catch your breath. Andy's wandering hands ran down the length of you, stopping at your boots. He smiled, tugging at the looped laces playfully as you kissed along his jaw.

"Missed these" he groaned with another tug, his head falling back against the wall, his eyes screwed shut when you rolled your hips over him, nipping just below his beard.

"Remember when you fucked me against the lockers after the championship game jr year?" you purred in his ear.

"Fuck… how could I forget?" he asked, "you were wearing nothing but these an' my jersey..." Andy groaned as you nodded, your breath hot against his skin.

"Ah huh" you confirmed, "and seeing as your type is still college girls...” you teased, “I figured... for old time sake..." you loved giving him a hard time.

"That's not..." he started to protest before his eyes snapped open. Andy looked you up-and-down, old memories of that championship night rushing back to him.

You bit your bottom lip waiting when Andy’s eyes went wide finally understanding, his Adam's apple bobbed as he slowly looked down at your lap.

Andy's large hands ran back up the length of your folded legs, taking a deep rumbling breath before his fingers trailed under your jersey to find you bare and so ready for him.

"Christ… that’s my good fucking girl" Andy's deep timbre was sinful. You chirped when he crashed his lips to yours, wrapping an arm around your waist and shifting your body as you worked his sweatpants and underwear down enough to free his cock.

You didn't even need to stroke him -Andy was rock hard- lining himself up at your entrance and sinking into you, your pussy made a shameless squelching sound as you swallowed him raw.

"Oh, god... Andy" you whimpered, eyes fluttering back as he held you there -stretching you open-while gripping your hips and pressing up firmly into your wanting hole.

You gasped, giggling blissfully when Andy rolled his hips forward, moving himself to the edge of the bench and leaning back against the wall. He let his thighs go slack before slamming up into you with purpose. You fell forward, hand catching on his chest as he fucked up relentlessly into your dripping cunt.

"Fuck, sweetheart..." Andy groaned, straining to keep his eyes open so he could watch your pretty face, "I... hate that fucking sorority house... if I knew it was in that neighborhood... I... fuck..." he grunted as you bounced on his hard cock, feral with want.

"Just shut up and make me cum... Barber" you goaded and then chirped when Andy lifted you from his lap with a growl, still connected as he stood, slamming you against the wall with a thud.

"Want me to fuck this needy little cunt?" Andy snarled, "been fucking you for the last 24 hours and it's still not enough?"

All you could do was whine as his cock pistoned into you, dragging over your sweet spots as he gripped bruises into the back of your thighs.

"Not gonna last much longer, sweetheart" he grunted, "gonna fill this little pussy so full... you're gonna be dripping with me while you watch me scoring like old times" Andy panted, his matted hair pressed to your glistening crown.

You cried out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as a final steely thrust punched the air from your lungs. Andy groaned your name when hot ropes of his spend spilled into you.

"Fuck... I love you..." Andy's voice was so low and gravely it had you gasping and clenching around him as you met your end.

You clawed at his sweatshirt, milking his cock dry when your bliss washed over you in waves, flooding every inch of your senses. Your toes curling in your boots painfully when your muscles went rigid before going pliant against him. You whimpered, sagging into Andy's chest as he held you.

Andy pulled away, searching your expression as he tried to read what you were thinking, you stared at him for a long moment, your eyes prickling with all those years of heartache.

Andy's chest felt impossibly tight. His eyebrows knit together in a frown as he tried to make sense of the whirlwind that was the last 24 hours. Why did he have to let that slip? So soon. Too soon.

"Andy... I..." your words were coming out shaky when the door to his office swung open.

"Hey... Coach B" Cappy said from behind Andy's broad shoulders. Steve's voice was cut off when he saw his coach, still pinning you to the wall as you squeaked, hiding your burning face in Andy's chest.

"Oh, shit... s-sorry, Coach... we... uh... we're starting in 5... but we can play without you... you're... busy" you could hear the smirk in Steve's voice as he slipped out of the office.

"You didn't lock the door?" Andy teased, carefully unwinding your legs and dropping you to your feet while you whined. Andy tucked himself back in his sweatpants with your face still pressed, completely mortified, into his hoodie.

"Hey... sweetheart. It's gonna be OK..." Andy voice was soft and reassuring, moving back towards the bench to sit down.

"You know how many times I've caught Cappy in the showers with a friend?" he shook his head, pulling you toward him.

"Oh, god" you whined, your face buried in your hands. Andy took your wrists and gave a gentle tug, pulling you even closer to him while his thick thighs caged you in.

"Sweetheart... look... I know this is all real fast... you don't have to say anything..." he started, taking your hands in his when you finally opened your eyes, blinking owlishly at him.

"No... it's not that..." you started.

"Cappy didn't see anything... and fuck those sorority girls... I've tried everything to discourage them..." he continued.

"Really?" you frowned, "I thought you liked this look" you motioned to your throwback outfit.

"I fucking love this look... I just..." his exhale was heavy, "I don't wanna scare you away... cause I'm fine with taking this slow... however slow you want...and..."

"Andy, I don't want..." a loud knock made you jump, catching your words at the back of your throat.

"Show time, Coach" Levs' voice came tentatively from the other side of the door, but this time it stayed closed.

Andy looked back at you, his expression pained before you ducked down, pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss.

"I don't want to take this slow, Andy... and... I love you too" you murmured against his lips as tears welled in your eyes, blinking them back, you giggled when Andy jumped from the bench, wrapping you in his arms and lifting you clear off the floor.

"Oh, thank fuck..." he sighed with relief, "I mean... fuck... I was so scared I said too much... I love you so much, y/n" he was blinking back his own tears when he set you down, framing your face and capturing your lips in a slow deliberate kiss.

"Um... Coach?" Ari cleared his voice, tapping from the other side of the door again.

"Better get out there, Coach B" you smiled.

"Right... let's go" his smile made your heart ache as he reached for your hand, "oh... wait... aren't you..." Andy hesitated for a moment, "gonna get cold" his cheeks flushed pink knowing you didn't have any panties on.

"Are you blushing, Andy Barber?" you teased, "weren't you just talking about filling me up so full that I'd be drippin' with you all game?"

A growl rumbled low in Andy's chest when he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your crown.

"Come on... I can show you the women's faculty bathroom on the way out" he said, taking his stick from behind his door as you grabbed your bag.

You couldn't possibly make eye contact with his players when you stepped through his doorway and into the locker room, but it didn't matter. The entire team was standing in a row outside Andy's office to high-five and congratulate their coach.

"Way to go, Coach B and Coach B’s Vixen” Steve clapped Andy on the back before Andy gave him a look and Ari shoved the other captain out of the way.

"Nice to you see you again" Ari smiled down at you, smirking when you startled at his sheer size on skates. There was a knowing twinkle in Ari's eye, but at least he wasn't giving you a hard time about not being able to keep your hands off Andy.

"Nice to see you too" you managed as Andy tucked you to his side and walked out of the locker room, the rest of the team following you out.

Andy waited for you outside the faculty bathroom, offering to walk you to the stands, but you told him you wanted to walk him to the ice. As you were pressing a kiss to his cheek a streak of pale flesh caught in your peripheral vision.

Your jaw dropped as you watched a hockey player in nothing but a pair of skates, white and green boxers and the mascot head run past you and jump onto the ice.

To the crowd’s amusement the player did a lap before dropping a few pucks and shooting at the open nets.

"What the hell... Storm?" Andy bellowed as a few alumni started snickering.

"It's not me, Coach" Storm called from behind Andy.

"Shea?" Andy barked as the team and alumni watched the officials skate after the perpetrator.

"Nope" Shea called, "fully dressed, sir."

"Barnesy?" Andy almost choked on his tongue as the ref skated over with Bucky, shoving him through the gates as Andy shook his head.

"I'm gonna have to let the president know about this, Coach Barber" the ref shook his head.

"Yeah, I get it" Andy sighed, nodding apologetically.

"He's not even naked" Cappy protested with a shrug as the alumni members and the team were ushered out on the ice for warm-ups.

"What do ya want me to do with him?" Coach Vaughan asked Andy. Andy blew out a heavy exhale, glaring at Bucky for a minute before speaking again.

"Suit up, Barnes" Andy shouted at his nearly naked player as Barnesy gave him a sheepish nod, flashing a glance into the stands before hightailing it back to the locker room.

"Damnit" Andy huffed when you were alone, "the president is gonna have my ass for this..."

"The president’s gonna have to get in line" you smirked, taking a handful of Andy's ass in your palm.

"Y/N" Andy's warning was half-hearted.

"He did it for a girl" you smiled softly up at Andy.

"What?” he smirked, narrowing his eyes at you as he remembered how observant you always were, “It doesn't matter" Andy huffed, but some of his annoyance had already bled from his tone.

"It's gonna be OK" you gave him a sympathetic smile, patting his forearm reassuringly.

"I could lose my job" Andy's brow furrowed.

"You won't..." your smile was shy, "you're the best coach the school's had in nearly 50 years"

"How do you know that?" he cocked his head, smirking down at you.

"You don't think I've been keeping' tabs on you, Barber?" you teased as he ducked down, pecking your lips.

A buzzer sounding had Andy straightening to his full height and putting his helmet on.

"Gotta go, sweetheart" he smiled as you held up your hand, fingers splayed and waiting.

Andy didn't say a word as he pressed his palm to yours, lacing your fingers together and twisting your hand up to his lips. He pressed three kisses along your knuckles for good luck before pressing a final kiss to the crown of your head. His ritual before every game all those years ago.

"Missed my good luck charm" his voice cracked with emotion, "I love you" he whispered, kissing your forehead again before putting his gloves on and joining the teams on the ice for the coin toss.

The scrimmage was over before you knew it. Watching Andy on the ice again brought back so many memories, it made your heart bloom to see him so happy and in his element.

He'd find you every so often in the stands, winking at you like no time had passed at all.

When the final buzzer sounded it was Alumni 2 - school team 1. Cappy and the boys didn't even have to give the old guys the win. Coach B was on fire- scoring both of his team's goals easily.

After the teams shook hands and the stands started to clear out, the alumni took a moment to congratulate Coach B for his great record since taking the position of head coach. Andy's players began slapping their sticks on the ice and chanting "Coach B... Coach B" but soon enough the chant morphed into "Coach B, hat trick... Coach B, hat trick..." to the confusion of the alumni.

After the players made it to the locker room and Andy pulled you back in his office to wait while he showered, you walked around his office looking at the achievement plaques on his wall. Andy joined you, toweling off his damp hair in jeans and a zip-up sweatshirt. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back into his chest as he leaned in and kissed your temple.

"Ready to go grab dinner?" he asked as you turned around in his arms.

"Yes" you sighed, pressing a kiss to his lips, "good game."

"Thank you" he smiled, his large hands running down your backside and cupping your ass. He frowned when he felt your panties through his jersey.

You smirked, rolling your eyes as you pressed your palms to his chest, pushing off playfully and catching his hand in yours, twirling on your toes and tugging him towards the door.

"If you wanna go somewhere nice I'm gonna have to change" Andy said.

"Me too" you smirked.

"Why would you change?" Andy questioned.

"I'm not exactly dressed appropriately" you bit your lip suggestively.

"I think you look great" Andy smiled, pulling you to his side as he turned to lock his office door.

"Hey... why were the players chanting hat trick" you asked, "you only scored twice... right?"

"Twice on the ice... once in my office" Andy waggled his eyebrows as you hit his chest with a groan.

"Hey... how about we get takeout instead?" Andy suggested, laughing.

"Yes!" you cheered, "from that good Chinese place on the corner of campus... are they still there?" you asked hopeful.

"They are" Andy confirmed with a warm exhale, this is all he's ever wanted.

"You remember what I used to promise you after every win?" you smiled, coyly.

"I do" Andy said, tugging you a little closer to him as you walked out the locker room doors.

"Hope you had a banana, Barber... think it's gonna be another long night" you teased, but Andy stopped dead in his tracks, as you stumbled to stay upright.

"Andy!” you squeaked, turning around with a frown.

"I want it to be a long night... and a long morning" Andy said, smiling down at you, "I want all your days and nights, y/n... move in with me?"

The hockey dividers were made by the lovely and talented @firefly-graphics ❤️

This is the original Coach B from my Lucky Charms: hockey AU even though someone tried to plagiarize it. Thanks for supporting original fanfic content ❤️

A/N: I don’t have any issue with sororities- it was just part of the storyline.

Picture from a Fila photoshoot.

As always, thank you for all the love and support. Please check out my archive blog where I only post new fics @drabblewithfrannybarnesfics ❤️

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BUCKY BARNES BEING A SNACK™ IN THAT T-SHIRT THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER (2021)

Ari’s Little Stole-Away

Pairings: collegehockeyplayer!Ari Levinson x female reader

Warnings: college drinking, possible underaged college drinking mentioned, end of year binge drinking mentioned, slight angst, unrequited feelings, explicit sexual content- mention of oral (m receiving), implied sexual content, explicit language, SIZE kink- Ari is 6’6 without skates, reader is small (must be 18+)

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: this one shot takes place almost 2 years before Light that Lamp.

Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

Levs (Ari) x itty bitty

Lucky Charms: hockey AU

"Itty bit?" Ari's warm baritone boomed from the staircase, "you up here?" you could hear his larger-than-life frame stalking down the hallway.

You squealed with intoxicated glee, making yourself as small as possible as you ducked the rest of the way into the enormous hockey duffle bag, tucking your head in just as he rounded the corner into his bedroom.

"Bit?" Ari called, gripping the doorframe to steady himself as he surveyed the space.

It was the last few days of your sophomore year and you had both indulged in a few too many at the end of year Gong-Show-Stopper.

Ari was leaving tomorrow to go back to Canada for the summer and you were trying to drown your sorrows in a vat of Cappy's puck-bunny pantie droppin' punch.

"Itty?" Ari called again, looking around the dimly lit room.

You cupped your hand over your mouth, an attempt to muffle your tipsy giggles as Ari's eyes landed on the wiggly bag at the base of his bed.

"Hmmmm" Ari hummed, theatrically, "where could my itty bit be?"

You hugged your knees to your chest, a fit of hiccups overtaking you as you tried to hold off another round of giggles.

"Well... I guess I better get going home" Ari continued, bending over and picking up his bag, with you in it, before slinging it clumsily over his shoulder.

"Oh, Canada..." Ari hummed low in his chest as he turned to leave the room.

Ari let his hand run down the length of the bag, lingering when he found the curve of your ass. He smirked when he heard you gasp, drawing his palm back and bringing it down with a hard crack to your backside. Ari laughed when you cried out.

"Levs" you chirped, jolting and making him fumble the bag, both of you crashing to the floor in a heap as he tried to catch you.

"Fuck... sorry" Ari groaned, "didn't mean to drop you, bit."

"Shit" you hissed, pushing your way out of the bag and siting up with your hair all askew, grumbling about him being the pain in your ass.

"What were you doing in there?" Ari asked, leaning on his elbow casually as he stretched across the floor with a lazy smirk.

"You weren't supposed to find me" you whined, pouting out your bottom lip playfully, "I was trying to stole-away so you'd take me to Canada."

"Stowaway" Ari smiled, sitting up and yanking his hockey duffle, with you still in it, closer- his long legs caging you in as he attempted to smooth your hair back in place.

"Yeah... stole-away" you hiccuped, leaning into his touch with a purr.

"Stow-away" he tried correcting you again as your nose knocked against his with a soft hum.

"Hi" you whispered, a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering in your chest when his smiled sleepily at you. 

"Hi, my little stole-away" Ari's smile was almost shy as his eyes flickered to your mouth, licking his lips and pausing for only a second before leaning into you as your stomach did a somersault.

"No" you squeaked, your hands slapping over his face, hastily covering his mouth and beard as you pushed him away from you.

"No what?" Ari grunted a laugh, confused at your reaction.

"No kissing!" your huffed, emotions on high.

"Oh, come on" Ari scoffed, "you totally wanted me to kiss you... been giving me that look all night..."

"What look" you exhaled, narrowing your eyes at him.

"That kiss me look" Ari's smile was too smug for his own good.

"I have not" you chirped, "I am not one of your groupies" you emphasized, "we've never kissed before... we're not starting now..."

"You've sucked my cock" Ari smirked as you pushed your way out of the duffle bag, your thighs clenching involuntarily at the mention of his thick cock.

"That's different" you scowled, "and we agreed... this wasn't going to become a thing..." you motioned between you and Ari.

"How is that different?" Ari laughed, shaking his head with confusion as he watched you shimmy out of the duffle back, a baby gazelle on new legs, wobbling before he offered you a large hand to steady yourself.

"It just..." you sighed, giving pause to the moment as your thoughts tried to catch up, "is..." you settled on as you scrambled up to his bed, sitting down and leaning over to unbuckle your shoes.

"What if I wanna?"Ari asked.

"You want to kiss me?" your voice cracked, feeling a heat crawl over your cheeks as your heart hammered against your ribcage.

"Well... I'm drunk... you're drunk. We can make out a little" he shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.

But it was a big deal. You felt yourself slipping and you knew you couldn't. You couldn't fall for Ari. He didn't see you that way.

You refused to meet Ari's gaze, scowling as your fingers fumbled with your shoes. Falling back on his bed with a heavy exhale of frustration.

Ari joined you on the bed, taking your ankle in his large hands as he set your foot in his lap, gently working the buckles of your shoes open before pulling you foot out. You sighed, room spinning a little while you watched him remove your other shoe.

"Kisses are for when it matters" you murmured, unable to tear your eyes from him when his gentle touch stirred something deep in your belly.

"You do matter" Ari was quick to answer, removing his tshirt and throwing it at you as he stood to shuck his shorts off, tossing them to the floor before pulling the comforter back and slipping into his bed.

You frowned, but quickly removed your shirt- platonic sleepovers had quickly become your weekend routine unless one of you was seeing someone else. Ari leaned back staring up at the ceiling as you slipped into his oversized shirt.

"No... I mean..." you grunted, leaning back in his bed as you struggled to wiggle out of your pants. Ari sat up, giving you a playful eye roll while gripping the bottom of your pant legs and tugging them down your body.

"Thank you" you felt your face heat again when Ari got a flash of your panties before you scrambled backwards under the comforter.

"You matter, bit" Ari smiled, watching you get comfortable, sinking into the familiar bed as your eyelids got heavy.

"I know..." you smiled watching him reach over to turn off the bedside light, "I just... kisses are for when this matters, Levs."

"This?" Ari asked as you took a deep breath.

"When I'm more than just your next willing throat" you swallowed down that bitter bile taste of tipsy over-sharing, "if" you tried to correct quickly, but it was already now.

Ari was quiet for several minutes, pensive as he appeared to be lost in thought before turning towards you with a smile.

"You matter... you're special, bit... not like any of the others" he finally said as you felt yourself slip away- giving in to the tired as it seeped into your bones. You sighed melting into Ari's chest when he pulled you into his side.

"You're special to me too" you murmured, just about drifting into a light sleep as Ari spoke again.

"Ya know what would be really special?" Ari ducked closer and you could feel the smirk of his lips brushing over your crown.

"Don't..." you groaned.

"A special goodbye from a willing throat" Ari's voice cut through the silence only to be met with a pillow right to his stupidly pretty face.

Ari grunted as you giggled sleepily, rolling away from him before he wrapped his thick arm around your waist, tugging your back to his chest- his little spoon- made just for him.

Soon you were lulled to a restless sleep- listening to the low rumble of his chest.

Bright sunlight streaming in through the window made you groan. The disappointed made your chest feel unbearably tight when you rolled over to an empty bed. It was early enough that the air wafting in through the cracked window was still crisp with a bite of cool summer breeze. You stretched, arms reaching out over Ari's side of the bed, your brows furrowing when you felt how cold his spot was under your fingertips. Your heart clenching in your chest before you heard him walk back into his bedroom, bending to stuff something in his packed duffle bag.

"There she is” he smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, "I gotta get going soon..."

"OK" you murmured, pulling his sheets up over your face, just your eyes blinking sleepily up at him.

"Come here, bit" he opened his large arms, waiting for a hug.

"I haven't brushed my teeth" you squeaked in protest before he ripped the sheet from your grasp, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up to a seated position.

"Hey!" you yipped, mildly protesting Ari's gentle manhandling when his took you by the wrists and tugged you into his lap.

"I don't care, bit... get over here" he laughed, tugging you against his chest and pulling you in his lap, "I'm gonna miss you" he said, pressing a kiss to the sleep matted crown of your head.

"I'm gonna miss you" your arms wrapped around his waist as you took a deep breath, trying to memorize his scent.

"You don't gotta leave if you don't want... Cappy's here for the summer" Ari said.

"Rooming with Cap for the summer?" you snorted, "no thanks."

"Yeah... probably not a good idea" Levs laughed, his hand ran down the length of your back as you shivered into him.

"Don't forget me, pretty girl" Ari gave you another quick squeeze and your eyes quickly filled with tears, choking on a watery scoff.

"I won't" you sniffed, wiping at your eyes as Ari pulled away, holding you at arms length to study your face.

"Aw, bit... don't cry" Ari teased, pulling you back into his chest in a crushing hug.

You melted into him, tears streaking his shirt before you pulled away.

"You better get on the road" you cleared your throat, slipping from Ari's lap back into his bed.

Ari smiled warmly at you before leaning over and grabbing his duffle bag. He pressed a wordless kiss to your forehead before standing and walking out of his room. Ari paused at the door, turning back to you, but didn't say anything as he left the room.

You breathed out a heavy exhale, slumping back against his pillow with a whimper. How were you going to survive the entire summer without him?

"Hey, bit?" Ari called, walking back into the room with purpose and dropping his duffle to the floor with a thunk.

“It matters" he murmured, kneeling down next to you and framing your face in his large hands as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss.

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The picture is from The Pure Hockey Blog.

As always, thank you for all the love and support. Please check out my archive blog where I only post new fics @drabblewithfrannybarnesfics ❤️

Relative Dating Part Eighteen

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Pairing: Indiana Jones x Reader

Rating: M

Notes: Welcome back to the latest garbage fire!

The artifact mentioned in this chapter is a fake one.

Warnings: Cursing; period-typical sexism; period-typical expectations of women; some angst; fluff

Summary: It’s been three years since she left him to spend his last night alone in Cairo—three years of living in New York; three years of half-heartedly wondering what might’ve been; and three years of wondering if she, wherever she is, thinks of him, too.

“I don’t want a lot of tears tomorrow.”

“Then don’t cry.” She gives him a sly look, even as his eyes narrow in irritation at her.

“I meant from you,” Indiana clarifies.

“I won’t cry. I’m not leaving Cairo empty-handed.”

“Right,” He drawls, eying the black Abyssinian kitten in the carrier in her hand.

“Isn’t she cute!”

“You name her?”

“Bastet, of course.”

“Of course.”

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Omg, batmom verse is literally my favorite, I'm actually so happy it gets a reboot, I'm sure it will be just as good as a reboot of arranged verse. Thank you for your writings, I love them very much! 🩷 (english isn't my native language, I'm sorry for any mistakes in text!)

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"Run."

Your voice is hoarse. It hurts. But there's only one play left in your playbook. And it's to put yourself in the way.

It works.

It usually almost kills you but it works.

Thankfully the kid is too scared to do anything but run. Streaking into the dark. His stupid yellow cape streaming out behind him like a goddamn signal flare.

Fucking capes. Fucking embarrassing. Impractical. Stupid.

You haul yourself to your feet using the wall. Ignoring the black at the edges of your vision. Jamming your fist against the hole in your side as you pull the gun from the inside pocket of your jacket.

It's a full metal jacket and there's racks of metal industrial racks. If you're going down, this son of a bitch down with you. The world will be a safer place with one less of your targets in it.

That's all there is to it.

aXe’s & O(rgasm)’s (2/?)

Pairings: collegehockeyplayer!Curtis ‘The Axe’ Everett x female reader

Warnings: dark themes- Curtis’ storyline is supposed to be chaotic and fast paced- no slow burn here, TRIGGER WARNING- male violence resulting in injury towards female!reader- semi graphic- blood is mentioned but not described in detail, derogatory language towards female!reader, unrequited love interest, enemies to lovers- kinda, bar scene, talk of blood, unrequited sexual advances (male towards female- groping over the clothes), TRIGGER WARNING- dub con-ish - in the form of threatening reader with forced sexual acts, talk of Curtis using physical aggression, Curtis using physical aggression towards a male, angry Curtis, grumpy Curtis, head strong reader, slight size kink- Curtis is 6’4 and strong- no description for reader but she can also be plus size as Curtis is a big strong guy, explicit language, explicit sexual content- smut, non graphic creepy peeping tom, praise kink (must be 18+)

Please let me know if I missed any warnings!

Word Count: 6.4K

A/N: I had a lot of help with this one- from spitballing, hand holding and beta reading I have @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @sconnie-doesnt-know and a dear friend no longer on tumblr to thank! Not sure what I would do without you 3- this one was a true labor of love and I’m not really sure why Curtis’ storyline fights me at every turn! So, thank you, Amber and Tiff for putting up with my crazy writing process! ❤️

All mistakes are my own. Also, if this is trash- I don’t want to know!

The Axe x chickadee: hockey AU

Lucky Charms: hockey AU

The door was heavier than you expected, having to exert more force than anticipated to push into the dank and dimly lit bar.

In all honesty, you'd never been here before, but since your dress- freshly pressed and stain free-showed up on the front desk of the Boys and Girls Club with no sign of Curtis the entire week, here you were... Schydes.

It never dawned on you that Curtis would skip his community service hours for the week. Could he even do that?

But foolishly, you never got Curtis' number and the thought of calling his family's gym made your stomach knot and your skin run cold.

When your anxiety finally got the better of you by midweek, you reluctantly asked your supervisor for Curtis' number. She had been kind enough, not giving you a hard time as she flashed you that all knowing look. But In the end she reminded you gently that she couldn't divulge his personal information without his consent.

So you started with his family's boxing gym after your late shift ended over an hour ago. Curtis' Mom greeted you with a smile when you found her at the front desk. Jane tried to encourage you to come back another day, but you wouldn't listen- and as much as Jane didn't want to admit it- part of her loved you for that.

"Curtis is busy, sweetheart" Jane smiled at you, "he's running errands for his old man."

But something about the way she was avoiding eye contact and busying herself with rearranging membership pamphlets made you think she wasn't telling you the truth.

When you perched yourself on an old dusty loveseat at the front of the gym, smoothing your clean white dress into place and picking up a dog eared magazine, Jane knew that you didn't plan on going anywhere until you saw her son.

Schydes- known to most as "that biker bar across the tracks"- was a place most wouldn't dare to go. Especially not a sweet thing like you. But when Jane let it slip that Curtis was at the bar, you thanked her with a smile you couldn't hide and promptly left.

Getting your first glimpse as you pushed into the bar, you swallowed hard around the lump in your throat, trying to appear confident while your heart hammered wildly in your chest.

The bouncer at the door lazily glanced in your direction, never really carding anyone since the regulars were the biker gang and a handful of old locals that dared frequenting the place.

But when the bouncer noticed you -definitely not a regular in your crisp white dress- his lips curled into a sneer. His gaze racked over you in your sweet little fluttery number- more suited for frolicking in a field of flowers then patron-ing a bar that hadn't been cleaned properly since god-knows-when. This was gonna be fun.

You ignored the bouncer's whistling for the bartender's attention, focusing solely on your mission- to find Curtis. All eyes were on you, the ill-fitting stranger, as you scanned a handful of mean faces glaring back at you. Taking a deep breath, you slowly made your way further into the lion's den- a place you had no business being.

"H-hi... I'm looking for..." you started, but your words trailed off when the bartender took one look at you before turning back to another patron at the bar. The bartender proceeded to ignore you, refusing to give you the time of day but grunting in your direction so his friend could turn and mean mug you.

You weren't wanted here.

"Hi, sugar" a voice crooned in your ear, so close his breath made goose flesh prickle across your skin.

Spinning on your heels you saw the frame of a large man looming over you, his build muscular in his tight short sleeve button up with a vintage looking geometric pattern. He sneered down at you with long stringy hair and glasses too large for his face. His mustache was outdated and porn-industry-esqe and he smelled of something reminiscent of your Grandpa... cloves, maybe?

"You lost, sugar?" the man clicked his tongue against his teeth, letting his gaze drop as he drank in every soft curve of your body with a filthy and audible groan, "you definitely don't belong here..." his voice was deep, tone patronizing and his eyes blazed with something sinister as he took a step towards you. You mirrored his step backwards, chirping when you accidentally bumped into someone behind you.

You gasped when you looked up to see an equally menacing character, a cigarette hanging from his lips. His long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, a deep scar across his face and he was wearing a worn leather jacket. In the dark bar you couldn't quite make out the patch sewn into the chest of his jacket as your heart kicked against your ribcage.

"Who's this?" leather jacket snarled, almost spitting when he talked before looking up at the man standing behind you, "we don't do business at the bar... she can find a dealer on campus... get her the fuck outta here..."

"You hear that, sugar tits" the man with stringy hair laughed, "he doesn't got what you're looking for... but I got all you need right here..." your mouth went dry when he grabbed the bulge in his pants making a vulgar show of his girth.

"I'm not..." you hiccuped, "I'm looking for a friend" you frowned, surprised that you somehow manage to keep from gagging as his vulgarity made your stomach churn.

"A friend?" stringy hair barked a mean laugh as leather jacket glowered down at you. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat while looking around. You noticed that half the bar's customers were still watching you intently.

"Get the fuck outta here" leather jacket grunted, snubbing out his cigarette and turning to walk away.

"M-my friend..." you persisted, "I'm supposed to meet him here... he's ahhhh..." you looked around, desperately searching for Curtis but coming up short.

"I'll be your friend, sugar tits" someone hollered and the bar filled with snickers as a bead of sweat rolled down between your shoulder blades, stick uncomfortably to your dress in the unseasonable heat.

The man with stringy hair took another suffocating step towards you as a wave of nausea lapped at your stomach. Your hand shot up, palm pressed firmly into his chest to keep him at bay when you started feeling a little light headed. Your flight-or-fight response prickling to life.

With your mind racing towards full blown panic, you were pulled back to the present when a sliver of light at the back of bar caught  your eye. You shielded your face, eyes unable to adjust to the bright light before it was gone again, jumping when the back exit slammed shut.

You wheezed out the shaky breath you had been holding, tension bleeding from your shoulders when you that signature knit beanie atop his tall frame rounded the corner. Curtis Everett wearing a flannel and heavy boots, his knuckles were covered in blood.

You watched as Curtis took a handkerchief from the pocket of his black jeans, cleaning his hands up before shoving the scrap back in his pants. He was having a heated conversation with the man next to him who was wearing a leather jacket that matched the scared menace at the bar.

"Curtis" you sang out, relief blooming in your chest as butterflies filling your stomach. Your hand shot up, trying to get Curtis' attention attention, but stringing hair grabbed it, twisting it harshly as you yipped in pain.

"Curtis?" he sneered with a mixture of intrigue and malicious delight. The look he gave you had you suppressing a shudder as he continued squeezing your hand. This man made your skin crawl.

"Let go" your voice suddenly sounded so small.

"Let go" he mocked with a sickening laugh.

"Hey... Axe" stringy hair blew out a sharp whistle, keeping his eyes glued to you as you tried pulling your hand free, his grasp only tightening the longer you struggled. Your breath catching in your throat when you finally heard Curtis speak.

"That's it, Mack" Curtis insisted, flexing and un-flexing his fists, looking down at his hands with a frown, "Coach said I'd be done for tonight..."

Curtis and Mack stopped when they got to the bar top at the opposite end of where you were being held against your will. The bartender poured a shot and slid it across the counter to Curtis, the brute caught it, bringing it to his lips and taking it in one burning gulp before sliding it back and nodding for another.

"Not how it works, kid... coach don't call the shots off the ice... the boss will tell ya when you're done" spat the man Curtis called Mack just as another sharp whistle broke through the stale air.

"Axe..." the stringy haired man called again, "this pretty little thing says she's yours..."

When your captor finally stepped out of the way, relaxing his hold on your hand, Curtis nearing choked on his whiskey. His eyes went wide with emotion for only a fraction of a second before he recovered.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Curtis growled, crossing the room to you and frowning when he noticed stringy hair was still holding your hand. Curtis' eyes flickered around the bar, scanning the big open space as his mind raced.

"So she's not your friend?" stringy hair's lip twitched into a smile that had all the hairs spiking at the back of your neck. His smile quickly quickly dropped to a frown when you finally managed to yank your hand free of his hold.

Curtis felt his chest bloom at your small victory. Fuck... how the hell was he gonna get you out of this?

"No" Curtis glared at you, running his hand through his bread and clearing his throat with a grunt as he surveyed the room again, "she's not my friend..." he shook his head, glancing back at you with a frown.

"Didn't think so... she's not your usual kinda friend..." stringy hair hummed, licking his lips as he not-so-subtly checked you out, "this pretty little dress sure is white, isn't it?" stringy smirked, dancing his long fingers along the thin strap of your dress as you jerked away from his touch with a growl.

"Could be a good time..." stringy shrugged, unabashedly adjusting his growing bulge and licking his lips suggestively. He barked another dark laugh at your clear discomfort.

"Coach" Curtis interjected, his fists balled tightly at his sides as he tried to contain the rage that was building in the pit of his stomach, "forget this desperate cunt... we got get to the next stop..." Curtis' vile words made your breath catch for a moment in your throat.

Curtis' Coach narrowed his eyes at you as he mulled over Curtis' words.

"Desperate cunt?" your voice was shaking when it finally returned.

Just as the words left your mouth a large hand gripped your face, stealing the breath from your lungs as you gasped at the intrusion. Coach's hands pinching harshly at your chin and forcing you to look up at him.

You cried out in shock and pain, hands going instinctively to his thick wrist, but you soon realized struggling only made his grip on you more painful. Your entire body froze in fear, tears burning just behind your eyes.

"Watch that pretty little mouth of yours, sugar tits" stringy snarled, "sluts like you should be seen and not heard."

"Tommy wanted me to throw her out... but I kinda wanna see what's under this pretty little dress of her's..." Coach's grip on your chin tightened as you started struggling again.

"Sh-she's a fucking clingy princess bitch..." Curtis rushed, "gave her a sparing lesson the other day and now I can't get rid of her..." he continued as you shook your face free from stringy hair's grasp, seething.

“So… she wants it… bad?” stringy asked, even in the dim light you could see his pupils dilating as you shuddered with a mixture of disgust and anger.

Your heart was racing, you were seeing red and you swear you felt smoke billowing from your ears.

"Thought about getting my dick wet..." Curtis continued, feigning nonchalance with a tight shrug, "but I heard she gets around... now the cunt won't leave me alone... go home, sweetheart" Curtis snarled the last half at you, his eyes boring into yours with unspoken words.

"Curtis Everett does Jane know you talk to woman that..." but before you could finish white hot pain seared across your face, zipping up your jaw and you heard a ringing in your ear as your world shifted on its axis. Your vision went blurry when your eyes and nose stung with tears.

"Coach" Curtis huffed, taking a step towards you but froze when he recognized that crazy look in his coach's eyes. Coach was practically panting in delight at your pain.

"You keep that whore mouth shut" the man Curtis call coach spat, "you need a dick to wet... I can help you with that... but you don't come around here like some cunt in heat sniffing around where you don't belong... never seen you at MU... must go to that fancy school across town... bitches there thinkin' they should be heard..."

You heard a new round of laughter coming from behind you, even the bartender was leaning over his counter, watching the free show.

"I just..." but you lost your words as humiliated tears broke like a damn spilling down your face. Your hand was on your cheek, the heat radiating as you looked to Curtis, but he wouldn't make eye contact with you.

"You just what, sugar tits?" Coach cooed mockingly, "you can tell me..." he closed the space between you, crowding you in and pressing your back painfully against the bar as you felt the bulge in his pants lay heavy against you.

You could hardly breath, brain going fuzzy as your instinct to fight took over. You brought your knee up swiftly, aiming for his groin but only making slight contact. Coach stringy cursed, stumbling back enough for you to scramble away, tears streaking down your face. But you didn't get far, crying out in pain when a thick hand gripped your arm, yanking you back to him.

"Well that just wasn't very nice" Coach rasped, his eyes burning with anger as his free hand cracked across your face again. This time his ring caught your lip and slip it open.

Your head was spinning as you fought to hold your tears back- getting a sick sense that the bastard would get off on your cries. A metallic taste flooded your senses as you twisted in his painful grasp.

"Coach... stop" Curtis yelled.

"Might have to teach this cunt a lesson..." Coach snarled, ignoring his athlete , "you're real pretty when you cry..." he sneered at you, "bet you'd be even prettier crying on your knees" his large hand moved up your arm, gripping your shoulder and pinching at a pressure point. It dropped you straight to the floor in a heartbeat.

"Shit" you hissed when your bare knees hit the filthy floor, bile twisting in your stomach as your vision started to white out.

"Let's see what else that filthy mouth of yours can do... huh, sugar?" Coach hummed, as you heard the jingling of his belt buckle.

"No" you screeched, panic and adrenaline coursing through your veins as you surged forward.

"What the fuck" Coach yelled in shock and surprise when you lunged at him.

The breath was all but punched from your lungs when Curtis tackled you against the bar top and rushing you out of the establishment as Coach roared, furious and spitting behind him.

You stole a glimpse of the feral man as your big brute pushed you out the front door. You had left a scratch down stringy's face- just under his eye to the corner of his mouth. Your stomach flipped with sickening delight as you heard Coach screaming something about killing you before the door to Schyde's slammed shut. 

"Ouch!" you managed to find your voice once the fresh air hit your lungs, "you're hurting me!"

"Good" Curtis bellowed, speeding up his pace as you almost lost your footing. You stumbled a few times before starting to jog to keep up with him.

Curtis didn't stop until you were a good 6 blocks away- in the direction of the decent part of town. That's when he rounded on you, pulling you into an ally against a whitewashed brick building and looked over his shoulder before speaking again.

"What the fuck were you thinking, y/n?" Curtis spat, nearly shaking with his unspent rage. He snarled when he didn't get an answer, turning opposite you and beginning to pace as energy thrummed through him like a live wire.

There was a long angry silence between you two before he spoke again.

"Are you OK?" he grunted, the anger bleeding slightly from his tone as he walked back towards you, surveying your lip and face before crouching to get a better look at your legs.

You watched him drop to the ground, gingerly inspecting the broken skin at your knees while leaning against the brick wall to catch your breath.

What the hell had Curtis gotten himself involved in?

You leaned over, bracing yourself against the wall before capturing his larger hand in both of yours. He turned to look up at you, his long lashes fluttering at his cheeks as he squinted, ocean blue eyes adjusting to the light from the street lamp.

Your brow furrowed when your thumb ghosted over his knuckles, cracked and dried with blood. Curtis tried to pull his hand away but you held on, narrowing your eyes at him before you spoke.

"What are you doing?" you frowned down at him as he shifted uncomfortably on the ground, his free hand brushing over the back of your calf, making your skin tingle as butterflies bloomed to life in your belly.

"I'm looking at your knees" he shook his hand out of your hold, "you need to clean these... that floor is filthy..."

"Curtis" you ignored his lecture on injury maintenance, "what are you doing there? Does your Mom know?" your last question was whispered- like you were worried, if you spoke any louder, Jane would hear you.

"Does my Ma know what?" he scowled up at you before moving to stand, closing the space between you and bracing his forearm on the brick wall just above your head. You couldn't drag your eyes from his as you felt the heat radiating off his body.

"They looked like..." you started in a hushed tone.

"Don't fucking say it..." he hissed, pushing off the wall and rising to his full height, the frown still etched on his face, "what the fuck were you thinking comin' to Schydes?" his anger was building again, "you trying to get yourself hurt?"

"No" you glared up at him, pushing yourself off the brick wall, but he used one hand to press your shoulder until your back hit the brick with a soft thud.

"You're Mom said..." you started again with a petulant huff.

"My Ma knows better then to send you there...." Curtis cut you off, "no fucking way she sent you there..."

You blew out a stubborn exhale, your heated gaze dropping to the ground as you squirmed against the touch of his hand holding you in place.

"What did she say?" the growl in Curtis' tone almost made your knees go weak.

You looked away, refusing to answer him.

"Y/N..." he warned. 

"She told me to come back tomorrow.... That you were running some errands... I told her I'd wait... and after about an hour she let it slip that you were at Schydes" you yelled, trying to roll out of his hold with no luck.

"She told you to come back and like the little brat you are... you didn't listen?" Curtis hissed through gritted teeth as he dropped his hold from your shoulder, raking his fingers through his beard, "you know she's probably worried sick about you?"

"I was trying to thank you for getting my dress back to me, you dick..." you snarled, moving to push off the brick wall, but his hand met you half way again, pressing you back, halting any forward progress you were making.

"Why would your Mom care about where I go?" you huffed.

"Cause you don't belong there" he snapped, taking his handkerchief from his back pocket, finding a clean corner and gingerly taking your chin in his hand to wipe at your cut lip.

"Neither do you!" you snapped, wincing away from his touch.

"You don't go there" he snarled, shoving his handkerchief in his pants, "you hear me?"

You narrowed your gaze at him, trying like hell not to break first, but your eyes suddenly filled with tears as all the awful things he said rushed back to you. You blinked away, but your glossy eyes twinkled in the street light- giving you away.

Curtis' demeanor softened for a second, reaching to cup your jaw in his palm as the pad of his thumb brushed over your cheek. You jolted away, wincing when you felt pain radiate from where you had been slapped. Your skin feeling hot and swollen.

Curtis' jaw ticked with a hiss as his hand came up slamming the brick -just above your head- with the meat of his closed fist.

"I could kill him" he snarled. But his eyes immediately went soft again when they met yours.

He leaned into you, his body wash or cologne smelling woodsy and making you dizzy with desire. Then Curtis did something completely unexpected- brushing his lips feather light over your swollen cheek. You gasped when his eyes locked with yours, parted mouths inches apart as you shared the same breath, panting at a standstill.

"You're driving me crazy, chickadee" his whispered, the pet name making you swoon.

"I just... can't stop thinking of you and your pretty dresses... wanna be buried so deep inside you" his groaned confession making you gasp as his eyes screwed shut.

And that's when you lost all common sense, wrapping your arms around his neck and crashing your lips into him.

Curtis lifted you clear off the concrete, your back hitting the brick as the air was punched from your lungs with a soft groan. He gripped the back of your thighs, urging you to wrap your legs around his narrow waist while he swallowed your pretty moans. You felt your cunt clench around nothing, your panties well on their way to ruin.

"You did so good back there, baby" Curtis hummed against your lips, "so fucking good...

And then, as quickly as it had started, Curtis broke the kiss, untangling your legs from around him and dropped you gently, but abruptly, back to the ground.

"We gotta go... I gotta get you home... where's your place?" he asked, "just promise me you won't go back to Schydes" his exhale was heavy, "you got it?"

"What? I'm not going anywhere with you" you huffed, fire burning in your eyes.

Curtis' chest was heaving as his blown eyes glowered down at you. The sexual whiplash making you dizzy.

"God... I swear I don't fucking understand you, Curtis..." you panted, equal parts lust and frustration, "just....fuck... leave me alone" you hissed, shoving your hands into the unmoving wall of muscle that was his chest.

You swear you saw his lip curl slightly at the corner before his jaw clicked. He took a possessive step forward, caging you against the wall and digging his hand into your hip. A growl rumbled low in his chest and the fire in his eyes nearly melted your panties on the spot.

An electrically charged silence hung in the air, his gaze dropping to your lips as he licked his, leaning in to trace his nose just behind your ear as the fingers at your hip danced under your dress and over your panties. You gasped when his calloused fingertips expertly found your clit, rubbing circles into the ruined fabric.

"Curtis" you whimpered, "please..." your entire body was trembling when he took your wrists in his hand, spinning you around and pinning them against the wall above your head. It all happened so fast - the feel of Curtis' beard scratching over the back of your neck when he asked you if this was what you wanted.

You nodded, managing to moan a please when he made you use your words as he slipped your ruined panties down your legs and off your body. He stuffed the ruined scrap of fabric in his back pocket for safe keeping.

Curtis toed your shoes apart with his large dark leather boots as he used his free hand to work his belt and pants open, pulling his hard length out and stroking it a few times before running the weeping thick head up the back of your bare leg.

You shivered when you felt his pre cum hot against your bare skin as he trailed his heavy length up your body.

Curtis dropped your wrists, his large hands moving to your soft curves to angle your ass up the way he liked it. You moaned, pressing a palm against the rough brick wall as you rucked your dress up to your waist for him. Curtis groaned when he got a good view of the curve of your ass.

"So wet for me, chickadee" he whispered, lewdly pulling your cheeks apart and humming with appreciation when the dim streetlight made the slick glitter up the cut of you.

"Please, Curtis" you whined, clawing at the brick as you shivered.

"You want me to make you feel good, pretty girl?" he goaded, running the tip of him through your folds, "I'll take care of you... I'll always take care of you..."

Reaching behind you, you frantically grabbed for him, trying to ground yourself as he caught at your entrance, slowly sinking every hot inch of his length into you with a groan.

"Fuck, chickadee... ya feel like heaven... " he groaned, "but you're gonna bring hellfire down on me" he dropped his forehead to the back of your crown with a shudder when he bottomed out.

You moaned, tucking your arms against the brick and resting your face on your forearm as you watched him. Curtis looked god-like in the moonlight as his eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones- giving you a moment to adjust to the stretch of his thick length.

You shimmied your feet farther apart with a whimper, dropping the angle of your hips and swallowing more of him before he pulled out, dragging every veiny inch slowly through your folds before slamming back into you with a grunt.

Curtis held you by the curve of your hips as he pounded feverishly into you, only picking up his feral pace when he ripped your first trembling orgasm from you.

"Please, Curtis..." you sobbed, your thighs shaking as he wrapped an arm just under your bouncing breasts, pulling your back against his front as he fucked up into your squelching hole.

"Doing so good for me, chickadee" he grunted, your walls fluttering around him as you felt pressure building, embarrassingly quick, deep in your belly.

"Fuck... give me another, pretty girl" he groaned, his palm slamming against the wall to keep you both upright, "touch yourself for me" he instructed.

Your soft fingers immediately found your clit, dipping to gather slick where he was pressed to the hilt, almost coming again when you felt his cock moving inside you.

"You like that?" he grunted with a smug smile, "so fucking good for me, baby" his hips began to falter when your fingers circled your bundle of nerves, his name a whisper on your lips.

"So fucking tight" he groaned, "sing for me, chickadee... such a good fucking girl" stilling his hips on one final deep thrust, his cock twitched, hot and heavy.

Curtis took hold of your jaw, turning you back to him and capturing your lips in a searing kiss that had you tipping over the edge again, pleasure coursing through your veins as he swallowed your pretty song.

You hummed blissfully, floating back down to Earth as an aftershock zipped down your spine and curled your toes. You whimpered when Curtis pulled out, pressing a kiss to your dewy crown as he moved to tuck his cock back into his pants.

"Curtis?" you whispered, turning into him and wrapping your fist around his still throbbing length. He groaned when you pulled him into a slow and searing kiss, taking your time to explore his mouth as your fist pumped slowly over the length of his cock.

"Christ... just like that, baby" Curtis grunted, his chest heaving as his forehead pressed to yours, "fuck..." he groaned bucking his hips into your soft hand just as his phone vibrated in his pocket.

"Goddamnit" he snarled, pulling away from you to take out his phone. He frowned down at the screen before shoving the phone back in his pocket, unanswered.

"I gotta get you home" he blew out a frustrated exhale while tucking himself gently back into his pants with a hiss.

"Do you have to go?" you asked, voice soft as you smoothed your dress back into place, feeling too shy to ask him for your panties, "stay with me..." you reached for his chest but he caught your wrist in his hand.

"I can't" his clipped words and signature frown made your heart sink. The soft glimpses of Curtis that managed to sneak past his usual grumpy exterior weren't enough. You wanted more.

"Why did you say that stuff about me?" your snarled, feeling self conscious again and childishly ready to pick a fight.

"What stuff?" he asked, feeding his belt back through the loop in his pants before glaring up at you.

"All that awful stuff... to your... coach?" your voice warbled with emotion.

"Had to get him off your scent" Curtis said matter-of-factly, "my coach isn't a good guy... an' he's involved with a lotta bad shit."

"He's fucking horrible" you confirmed, "but what you said..." you felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes again, "it was... awful, Curtis" your words became angry and watery.

"I didn't mean it" he went to reach for your arm, but you swatted him away, taking a step back.

"Yeah, right..." you snapped, the panicked feelings of being used making your stomach knot.

"Chickadee... I swear... I had to get you outta there... I had to protect you..." his tone was soft but insistent.

"And how exactly did your dick protect me?" the strangled rage sob bubbled up your throat as Curtis' eyes went wide, "you used me..."

"What?" his brows furrowed under his beanie, before he yanked the cap from his head, running his hands through his short hair, "god, chickadee" his voice broke, "you don't really think that... do you?"

"No" you snapped, "I... I don't know... why did we even do that?” your voice cracked, "I'm so fucking stupid" you snarled to yourself, "you don't even like me" you sniffled, your shoulders rolling in as you made yourself smaller.

"It's not like that, y/n... not with you..." he ran a hand over his beard as your vision went blurry, blinking back tears that were threatening to spill.

"Bullshit" you snapped, "why isn't it like that with me? I've seen the types of girls that come asking for you at the Boys and Girls Club... Why'm I not good enough?" you spat, feeling the bitter taste of jealousy rise up your throat.

"I never said that..." he corrected you, "I... we can't..." he blew out a heavy exhale, frowning at you.

"Well we just did” you snarled, "so what now?"

"Chickadee... this would never work" he tried to reason with you.

"You shoulda thought about that before you put my panties in your back pocket" you snapped, wiping an angry tear from your cheek as you turned, stomping past him and attempting to leave.

When you rounded the corner of the alley back onto the sidewalk you ran straight into a slight man with beady eyes in a leather jacket- the same jackets from the bar and you swear you recognized those beady eyes sneering at you from a corner booth back at Schydes.

You chirped in surprise, taking a step backwards and running into Curtis who had been hot on your heels.

"Little Bobby?... what the fuck are you doing here?" Curtis snarled, gripping your arm as he pulled you back into his chest.

"Stepping into a lover's quarrel apparently" he smirked from you to Curtis, "Mack needs you" Bobby hissed.

"Yeah, I got it... I just gotta take her home" Curtis sniffed, trying to seem indifferent.

"Looks like you were doing a little more than takin' her home" the smirk Bobby gave you made your stomach retch.

"You fucking perv" Curtis growled, sweeping you behind him as he took an intimidating step towards the man.

"Watch yourself, Axe" the smaller man snarled, lifting his jacket to reveal the shiny butt of a handgun tucked in his waistband.

You whined against Curtis' side as he held his hands up in a non threatening manner, letting Bobby know he understood.

"Just lemme take her home, Bobby" Curtis tried to reason with the man, "an' I'll be right back."

"Why don't you let me take her home" Bobby sneered suggestively.

"You're not gonna fucking touch her..." Curtis roared as you clung to his flannel.

"What do ya think the boss will have to say about this?" Bobby's menacing gaze flickered to you, trembling at Curtis' side, "Axe's pretty little bitch from that good school, right? What's that I heard him call you, when you were singing so pretty? Chickadee?

You squeaked, face flushing with embarrassment as you buried your face further into Curtis' side, refusing to acknowledge the man as Curtis' rage burned white hot.

"Fuck off, Bobby..." Curtis snarled, "Ain't nobody there gonna give a shit... I get my work done..."

"Maybe not" Bobby shrugged indifferently, "but I think Sky's gonna care..."

You felt Curtis' entire body tense for only a second before a snarl ripped though his chest and he lunged at the man, knocking him out in one punch. The man tumbled to the ground, out cold.

After Curtis dragged Little Bobby’s unconscious body into the alley you both hurried back to your place, taking a few random turns until Curtis was satisfied that you weren't being followed by anyone else.

"Am I in danger?" you finally had the nerve to ask once your apartment door was locked and double bolted.

"Nah" Curtis brushed it off until his gaze met yours and he blew out a deep sigh, "I don't think so... Couch definitely doesn't like you" he frowned.

"Feeling's mutual" you tutted and Curtis couldn't fight the small smile that tugged at his lips.

"If you could lay low for a few days... that'd be good..." he sighed, running his hand over his beard.

Curtis made his way to the tiny kitchen of your shoebox one bedroom apartment, opening your freezer and finding a freezer burned bag of vegetables in the back. He grabbed the hand towel hanging from your oven and wrapped it around the block of frozen vegetables.

"How's your face?" he asked, concern laced in his frown as he assessed your injury.

You chirped when he place the ice gently against the offending cheek. Hissing when the ice melted the heat still radiating from your skin.

"Lay low?" you asked, "what the hell does that even mean? And what did you get yourself into?" you huffed, "what college hockey player also moonlights as a mobster? I feel like I'm in a bad gangster movie" you babbled as Curtis' lip curled up into a smirk.

"What?" you huffed, not finding any of this amusing.

"My Ma warned me about you..." his laugh was affectionate as he shook his head, smiling at you.

"Warned you about me?" you squeaked, "about me?" your laugh was dry, "she shoulda warned me about you..." you scowled up at him, gasping when he closed the space between you and took your lips by surprise. The makeshift ice pack dropping to the floor with a thunk.

Curtis' expert lips didn't break the kiss as his large calloused hands roamed down your sides, kneading every curve he came across as he walked you backwards, further into your apartment. But just as he was pressing you back into the dimly lit hallway that lead to your bedroom his phone buzzed to life from his pocket.

He didn't break the kiss until he had fished the phone from his pants, looking at the screen briefly before rolling his eyes and answering the call.

"Yeah?" he grunted into the phone, turning and walking back down the hallway as he left you there in the dark.

You hesitated -for a moment- to follow him, unable to make out the person's voice on the other end of the call.

"Who called you?" Curtis insisted. There was a pause as he listened intently.

"No... it was Little Bobby" he snarled the man's name, blowing out a frustrated sigh, "does it matter?" Curtis asked harshly, turning back around and finding you standing behind him in your living room. He frowned as he started pacing the small space.

"No... Sky wasn't there" Curtis swore.

Who was this Sky?

"It doesn't matter..." he insisted with another sigh, "no, it doesn't... I knocked him out, he probably won't even remember it..."

Curtis paused to listen again.

"Nah... that's all you need to know... Mack isn't going to care" he tried to reason, "no" he huffed, "cause... we weren't exactly dancing, Ma..."Curtis blurted.

"Oh, my god... Curtis!" you yipped, burying your face in your hands as you sank to your couch, completely mortified.

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