ilya bursting into tears the second he realizes shane wants to spend the rest of his life with him is maybe the most perfect, precious moment in television history
The energy of Mob Boss and Wife from Hollanov is top tier. Like it's not because Ilya is Russian but more so the way he carries himself. And Shane with his doting affection for him but also fierce loyalty in how he's ready to throw down at the drop of a hat. And Ilya; scary, murderous Ilya, oh yes destroyed many a man or woman who looked at his beloved the wrong way, insulted him, hurt him....it didn't matter to him but if Shane was upset, Ilya found a way to destroy them/it. And when they want to be all over each other around others, it's more Gomez and Morticia; soft, gentle, loving, so much energy radiating off the duo no one moves/breathes; mostly from fear and the desperate desire to live. Because while Shane can be sweet but caring, its Ilya who will rip your soul from your existence and feed it to you.
rose landry thinking she’s just meeting some nice guy who plays hockey not knowing she’s getting entangled in a decade long homoerotic cross cultural psychosexual love affair
something i personally really loved about ep 3 is that the portrayal of kip and his friend group provides such an important contrast to what being queer is like in the hockey world. like, compare kip being openly out, having a super supportive father and going to gay bars to scott, shane and ilya's experiences and it just shows how different everything is for hockey players. so i believe this episode was extremely important not just for scott and kip, but also as a means of helping us understand more about the world shane and ilya live in as well.
SUMMARY: You have just gotten a new job as a bartender at your city’s most popular club ‘No Exit’. A coworker’s illness causes you to be placed in the VIP section of the club where you meet none other than the club’s owner, Ash. As you spend more time there, you start to realize that the club, and its owner, are much more than what they first appeared to be.
CHAPTER SUMMARY: Ever since you and Ash had your moment on the dance floor you had been avoiding each other but something that happens that draws the two of you together in unexpected ways.
WARNINGS/TAGS (these are the tags for the whole series and are subject to change): Smut 18+, Violence, Blood, Death, Knife Play, Gun Play, BDSM, Rough Sex,, Minors DNI!
WORD COUNT: 2546
Since the night you danced with Ash at the club you had been avoiding each other. You had no idea if it was because it was awkward for the both of you or if it was because you were afraid that if you were in the same room you’d ignore your agreement about not getting into an employee/employer relationship. Either way, Ash hadn’t been in his booth while you were working and you hadn’t seen him when you’d stocked the bar during the day either.
Honestly, it was probably for the best. You may have been strong the night at the club but the closer you were to him the higher the chance that you would jump his bones. You were only human after all and you doubted any human could resist Ash for long.
Speaking of the club, it had just closed, a peaceful silence engulfing the building as you cleaned. You were busy on the second floor of the club while Darby took care of the bottom floor, the only sound you were able to hear was the clicking of her heels as she walked around.
You were almost done with your section when you heard Darby call out from below you. “Hey y/n, I’m heading out!”
“Alright Darby!” you called back. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”
“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay to lock up?” she asked.
“I’m good D, go home,” you assured her. With that, you heard the door close behind Darby as she left.
You were just finishing up and were going to put your cleaning supplies away in the supply closet when you heard the door to the club open again. You paused for a second confused but you were sure Darby locked the door behind her when you left. She must’ve forgotten something and came back for it. “Darby?” you called out, leaning over the balcony.
You felt a pit grow in your stomach as you heard stumbling and no response. Slowly you descended the stairs, heart racing as you did so. When you reached the bottom you noticed a trail of blood leading from the door to the back room where the crates of alcohol were kept. You picked up the broom you had been holding and raised it, prepared to hit someone if they came at you, slowly approaching the back of the club. You were now ninety-five percent sure someone had broken in and you were slightly terrified, palms sweating around the broom. You had just reached the door when you heard the creaking of the floor behind it, indicating someone was there. You took a deep breath and crouched behind the wall beside the door as you saw the door handle move and the door begin to open. A figure stepped through and you popped up from your hiding spot, immediately swinging the broom. The figure spun towards you quickly and caught the broom. It was then, when you were standing face to face with them, that the figure was Ash.
“Holy shit!” you swore, quickly dropping the broom and placing a hand on your chest over your still racing heart. “What the fuck are you doing!?” you questioned, exasperated.
“What am I doing?” Ash questioned with just as much exasperation as you. “What the fuck are you doing!?” he shot back.
“I thought you were a burglar!” you exclaimed like it should be obvious.
“And you were going to fight me off with a broom?” he asked.
“Well it’s not like I had many better options,” you pointed out.
“You have a point there,” he conceded. He bent over to pick up the broom when suddenly he groaned in pain. It was then that you realized his shirt was covered in blood and one of his hands was pressed to the area as if to keep pressure on it.
“Oh my god, what happened to you?” you asked him, concern evident in your voice, remembering the trail of blood from the door to the back where you two were standing.
“It’s nothing,” he said, “I’m fine.”
“It’s definitely not nothing,” you said in a slight panic. “You’re bleeding all over the floor.”
“Okay, maybe it’s not nothing,” he admitted. “But I can handle it.”
“You should go to a hospital,” you told him, giving him a look of incredulity.
“I can’t do that,” he said, hissing as he pressed harder on his wound.
“What do you mean you can’t do that?” he asked.
“Y/n, I can’t go to the hospital,” Ash said again. Something in his face made you realize he was serious and you gave in.
“Fine,” you agreed. “But if you’re not going to the hospital then you’re letting me help,” you told him, leaving no room for him to argue with you. You saw him hesitate for a moment, debating whether or not to argue with you, when you saw his shoulders sag in defeat.
“Alright,” he conceded. “But you have to promise me two things.”
“Okay, what do I have to promise?” you asked.
“You have to promise that you won’t tell anyone about this and you have to promise me that you won’t ask any questions that you don’t want the answers to, because if you ask me something, I won’t lie to you,” Ash said.
You thought about it for a moment but your desire to help him outweighed any doubts you may have had and you agreed to his conditions. “Okay, I promise,” you told him.
“Alright then,” he said, straightening out as much as he could. “Follow me.”
You followed behind him, trailing him as he headed up the stairs to the second floor. Then, he surprised you by moving towards the stairs that led to the third floor, a floor which after months of working here you still had yet to see. At the top of the stairs was a locked door and you watched as Ash pulled out a key, unlocking the door and motioning you behind it before closing it and locking it again.
As you entered your mouth dropped open, coming face to face with what you could only describe as a penthouse. “Holy shit,” you exclaimed. “Do you live here?” you asked him. You could only see the living room and the kitchen from where you stood at the door but your entire apartment could already almost fit inside just those two rooms twice.
“No,” he said with a slight laugh. “I only use it when I’m working late and have to be here early the next morning. Sometimes I let friends stay here too,” he explained.
“That’s such a rich person thing,” you said, staring at him.
“What is?” Ash asked.
“Having more than one house,” you said matter of factly.
“As much as I’d love to discuss my financial status and my housing with you, do you think maybe you could help me out with this?” he asked.
You snapped out of your awe at the apartment immediately and helped him over to a stool by the kitchen island. “First Aid Kit?” you asked him as he settled on the stool.
“In the cabinet under the sink,” he said, beginning to unbutton his shirt as you retrieved it. When you made your way back to him he was shirtless and you had to stifle your body’s reaction to seeing all his muscles on display.
The excitement went away quickly as you placed the First Aid Kit on the kitchen island and saw what the injury on his abdomen was. Your face paled and your head snapped up, your eyes meeting his. “Is that a gunshot wound?” you asked him.
“You’re an observant one,” he joked as more blood pooled from his wound.
“Ash, did you get shot!?” you exclaimed, not understanding how he could be so calm right now.
“Yes,” he said simply, as if it was an everyday occurrence.
“How did you get shot?” you asked, needing to understand how this happened.
“Remember what I said about not asking questions you don’t want to know the answers to?” he said, raising an eyebrow.
You hesitated for a moment before responding to him. “I do want to know the answer,” you said with certainty. “Though I feel like it’s a long story so I’ll help you with this first,” you said motioning to his bullet hole. “But I expect answers later,” you told him seriously.
“Deal,” he promised.
“Okay,” you said, shaking your hands to get rid of your nerves. “Now tell me what I need to do.”
“First thing’s first,” he started. “Sterilize your hands.”
“Right,” you said, washing your hands thoroughly before returning to him. “What’s next?” you asked.
“You’re gonna pour some antiseptic on the wound,” he said, grabbing the counter in an attempt to brace himself. You slowly uncapped the antiseptic solution and carefully poured it over the wound on Ash’s abdomen. You cringed in sympathy as you heard Ash hiss, knuckles white from the strength of his grip on the marble.
“I’m sorry,” you told him, placing the antiseptic back on the counter and waiting for further instruction.
“It’s okay,” he told you. “Alright,” he said, relaxing a little bit as the sting of the antiseptic lessened a little. “Now you’re gonna take the forceps I have in there and you’re gonna pull the bullet out slowly.”
Your head shot up as you heard the words coming out of his mouth and your panic which had been slowly lessening returned in full force. “What do you mean I’m gonna pull the bullet out!?” you exclaimed. “The bullet’s still in there?”
“It is but it’s close to the surface so it shouldn’t be too difficult to extract,” he explained.
“Oh, it’s close to the surface of the skin, no big deal then,” you said in exasperation.
“Y/n, you’ve got this, I promise,” Ash said, catching your eyes with his own. You took a deep breath and slowly nodded. You picked up the forceps and pressed one of your hands beside the wound, making sure the skin wouldn’t move. However, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to move the forceps forward. Ash noticed your hesitation and slowly brought one of his hands to grasp your own, bringing it forward until the forceps were hovering just above the wound. He looked at you, nodding once and you steeled yourself. Carefully, you pushed the forceps into the wound, feeling for the bullet. You kept whispering “I’m sorry,” over and over as you did so, Ash making a noise of pain. After a couple of seconds, you felt the forceps hit something solid and you knew you’d found the bullet. Slowly, you fit the forceps around the bullet as best you could and pulled it out with an abundance of caution. You breathed a sigh of relief as the bullet was freed from his body and he did the same, releasing the breath which he had been holding.
“Good job,” Ash assured you, voice tight with pain. You placed the forceps and bullet onto the counter and then turned back to Ash.
“Please tell me this is almost over,” you pleaded with him, not sure how much more of this you could take.
“Almost,” he promised. “You just need to stitch it up and bandage it and then you’re done.”
“I can’t even sew and you want me to stitch this up for you?” you told him.
“It doesn’t have to be pretty,” he assured you. “It just has to stop the bleeding.” He saw your hesitation and added, “Don’t worry, it will hardly be my first scar.”
“I can see that,” you quipped, looking pointedly at the other scars on his shirtless body. “Okay,” you said, closing your eyes to center yourself. “Let’s get this over with.” With that, you picked up the needle and sutures, bringing them to Ash’s wound and piercing the skin at the edge of it. Slowly, you pulled it across to the other side, and pierced the skin at the other side of the wound, pulling tightly and beginning to close the wound. Carefully, you began to weave the sutures in and out of his skin, muttering things like “oh my god,” and “I don’t want to do this,” over and over again. When you were finally done, you felt like you could pass out. You didn’t hate needles, they had never really bothered you, but something about seeing it weave through someone’s skin hit differently.
“Great work,” Ash said, looking close to passing out himself, not that you could blame him. He had gone through all of this without a single pain killer. “Now just wipe the wound gently with one of the antiseptic wipes and wrap a bandage around it. You quickly followed his instructions and before you knew it he looked almost as good as knew, or at least as close as he could get.
The pressure off of you for the moment, you leaned against the counter, the way Ash was facing making it so you were standing between his legs. “Thank you, y/n,” he said, nothing but gratitude shining on his face.
“I deserve a raise,” you muttered under your breath, staring at him.
“No argument from me,” he said seriously. “How much do you want?” You almost told him that you were joking but then decided that you deserved something for putting up with all this shit so instead you said, “I’ll think about it and get back to you.” Ash smiled at that and agreed before staring into your eyes. You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline of the situation, the fact that he was shirtless, the same tension that had always haunted the two of you, or all three combined but you suddenly felt the urge to kiss him which was slightly concerning considering you had just pulled a bullet out of the man and had absolutely no idea how he even got shot.
Your brain seemed to have left the station however and you leaned in slightly, breath fanning across Ash’s face. Ash didn’t move away and you could see the same want you harboured plainly in his eyes so you moved forward more until your foreheads were touching, both of you sitting like that for a few moments, soaking in the closeness you felt. You were about to go in for a kiss when Ash placed an arm on your shoulder stopping you. “I want to kiss you,” he whispered, “I really do.”
“But?” you asked, sensing there was more to his sentence. “But I’m not gonna kiss you until you ask what you need to ask,” he said.
You bit your lip at that and moved back a bit, looking into his eyes again. You had to admit he had a point, knowing you’d regret kissing him without all the facts. You nodded at him and he took your hand, guiding you to the living room and motioning for you to sit on the couch, sitting beside you when he did and turning to face you.
You turned to face him as well, your knees touching his and you sucked in a deep breath. “Alright,” you said, rubbing your hands on your legs, “let’s talk.”
Summary: Joaquin’s had a stressful day and you help him relax
WARNINGS/TAGS: Smut 18+, Oral Sex (M! Receiving), Riding, Dom/Sub Dynamics
You had just finished up making dinner and were placing the plates on the table when the sound of the door clicking shut caught your attention. You looked over as Joaquin kicked off his shoes, running a hand through his hair and sighing. “Hey honey,” you said, walking over to give him a hug. When your bodies met you rubbed a hand over his back, trying to relax him. “Are you okay?”
“Long day,” he replied, tucking his face into your neck. “Sam and I were out all day dealing with some assholes and everything kept going wrong.”
“I’m sorry baby,” you said, pulling away slightly. “Dinner’s ready if you’re hungry.”
”Thanks cariño,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead before sitting down at the table. “You’re the best.”
You both tucked into the food, eating in comfortable silence. Joaquin’s mood seemed to have improved somewhat as he ate but you could tell he was still stressed, tension evident throughout his body. You cleared the plates and loaded them into the dishwasher, turning back to the table to see Joaquin staring off into space. You walked behind him and began to rub his shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and whispering, “You need to take your mind off of today.”
“I know,” he agreed. “But I can’t stop thinking about it.” As he said that an idea popped into your head. This was not the first time Joaquin had come home unable to shake off the day. Usually a small massage and some good food was enough to snap him out of it but on occasion he needed something more. You had a feeling that’s what he would need tonight.
Suddenly, the tone of your voice changed as you began to give orders. “Go to the bedroom,” you said, leaving no room for argument. As soon as Joaquin heard that tone he knew what you were planning. You caught his eyes with your own, silently asking if he was okay with this.
“Yes ma’am,” he said, the picture of obedience, reassuring you with his eyes that he wanted this. He slowly got up and made his way to the bedroom. You finished cleaning up, giving Joaquin time to do what you wanted him to.
After a few minutes, you walked into your bedroom, finding Joaquin sitting on the end of the bed naked. You smiled at the sight, walking over and leaning down to kiss him, threading one hand through his hair. “Good boy,” you said in approval, Joaquin closing his eyes as you scratched his head. “Can you scoot back for me?” you asked, humming in approval as you watched him do exactly as you asked, lying down with his head on the pillows, feet facing you.
“Thank you,” you praised him, placing a kiss to his hipbone before trailing them up his body until you reached his lips, effectively straddling him. “Grab on to the headboard for me,” you whispered against his lips and he did immediately. As he did this, you leaned over to the left side of the bed and opened the bottom drawer, feeling the cool metal of the item you were looking for.
You pulled out the handcuffs and secured them around Joaquin’s wrists, looping the chain through the headboard so his hands couldn’t move. “Does that feel okay?” you asked him, rubbing his wrists around the handcuffs.
“It’s good,” he promised you, not too uncomfortable.
“Do you remember your safe words?” you asked him, making sure that all necessary safeguards were in place before you went even further.
“Green for good, yellow for slow down, and red for stop,” he replied.
“And if you can’t speak for some reason?”
“Pull hard on the handcuffs three times,” he said.
“Good boy,” you praised, leaning down to give him a kiss which he gladly accepted. “I’m gonna start now, okay?” you asked him, stroking a hand down his chest to his stomach.
“Okay,” he said, watching as you got off the bed and stripped off your clothes, leaving you completely exposed to him. “You’re beautiful,” he gasped out, hands flexing as if they wanted to reach out and touch you, only prevented by the handcuffs.
You crawled back on to the bed, leaning up to press a final kiss to Joaquin’s lips before trailing them down to his neck, sucking on a spot that you knew was sensitive. Joaquin let out a soft whine at this, pushing his neck further towards you. After you were satisfied that you had sucked a mark into his skin that would last for several days, you moved on from the spot, pressing a kiss to his clavicle, down to his pecs, before coming face to face with his nipples. At this point, Joaquin’s eyes had fallen shut, so you flicked his nipple with your tongue, enjoying the way his body jumped at the unexpected feeling.
You repeated the action a couple more times before taking the nipple into your mouth and sucking on it. “Oh shit,” Joaquin moaned, back arching off the bed and pushing the nipple further into your mouth, chasing the feeling of the wet heat around him.
“Does that feel good?” you teased him before reattaching your mouth to his chest.
“Yes,” he said in a breathy tone, slightly wrecked already. His cock was now fully hard and you smiled as you noticed. Joaquin never failed to get hard quickly, especially when he was like this.
At his confirmation, you sucked harder on the nipple until it was swollen and slightly bruised, leaning back to admire your handiwork. You then decided to give the same treatment to his other nipple, sucking on it for several minutes until that one was bruised as well.
“You look so good like this,” you praised, caressing his stomach lightly.
“Pliant?” he asked you.
“Mine,” you said with a grin before leaving a trail of kisses from his chest down to his stomach, licking his navel before pressing a kiss to both hip bones, ending with your mouth hovering over his cock.
“Please,” Joaquin whined, eyes clouded with want.
“Please what?” you teased, blowing softly on his length. “Use your words.”
“Please put your mouth on me,” he begged, pulling on the cuffs slightly, restless with his desire.
“Good boy,” you praised, licking a stripe from his balls to his tip. At this, his hips bucked, causing you to laugh and pull away. “Uh uh,” you said, pulling your mouth from him. “Stay still.”
Joaquin whined at this but he complied, dropping his hips back to the bed and leaving them there. Once you were satisfied that he wasn’t going to move you licked another stripe up his cock, loving the sounds Joaquin was making for you. After another lick or two, you flicked your tongue across his slit, tasting his precum, before taking him into your mouth just enough to swirl your tongue around his tip.
“Oh my god,” Joaquin moaned, throwing his head back at the feeling of your mouth on him. “Fuck,” he swore breathless, nearly out of his mind with pleasure. You could tell your plan was working, the events of the day no longer on Joaquin’s mind, his sole focus being the pleasure you were giving him.
After you were done teasing him, you opened your mouth and sunk fully down onto his cock, beginning to suck on it as you made a bobbing motion. Joaquin was helpless to these sensations, no words coming out save for incoherent nonsense and, occasionally, your name. You continued on, twisting your hand around his base, saliva making it easier to move your hand around him. On a particularly harsh suck, you saw as Joaquin rolled his eyes back into his skull. You smiled around him, seeing that you had him exactly where you wanted him, pliant and blissed out. You hummed around him and saw his thighs begin to shake, a telltale sign that he was close.
You continued for a few moments before you saw his balls draw up, seconds away from cumming. Just as he was about to finish, you pulled off of him, lips making a popping sound as you did so.
”Why’d you stop?” Joaquin whined, looking up at you in frustration.
“Hush baby,” you soothed him moving up his body so your core was hovering over top of his swollen length, “I promise you, you’ll like this better.”
“Yes ma’am, thank you,” he said enthusiastically as he clued into what you were about to do.
“Good boy,” you laughed, using your hand to line your entrance up with him before slowly sinking down onto him, both of you moaning when your ass made contact with his thighs and he bottomed out. You waited for a moment, adjusting a bit, noticing that Joaquin was struggling to stay still.
“Please move,” he begged and you complied, slowly raising yourself up before sinking yourself back down onto him. As you made contact with his thighs again, you saw him begin to tug on his handcuffs more intensely.
“Colour?” you asked him, checking in.
“Green,” he replied, looking at you so you’d know he was alright. “But could you please take me out of the handcuffs?” he begged. “I need to touch you.”
You hummed at that leaning over him so that you were face to face pressing a kiss to his lips. “How badly do you want them off?” you asked.
“So badly. Please. I want to touch you, I need to touch you. Please let me,” he begged again, a whine slipping into his voice.
“Alright baby, you can touch me,” you conceded, reaching up and releasing his hands from the cuffs. “But they have to stay on my hips or my back,” you said sternly.
“Yes ma’am,” he agreed, one hand flying to your hip and the other flying to your lower back as soon as his hands were free.
As soon as his hands were on you, you began to ride him harder, picking up the pace. He planted his feet on the bed and thrust his hips up into you, meeting your thrusts. “Fuck,” you said, pleasure finally seeping into your own voice. “That feels so good.”
Joaquin moaned in what you assumed was agreement, grip on you tightening. You leaned down to kiss him once again, moaning into his mouth as his thrusts began to hit that spot inside you that drove you wild.
“Are you close?” you asked him as the sound of skin slapping against skin and your mixed moans surrounded you.
“Yes,” he said, voice hoarse. You smiled and continued to bounce on him, seeing the muscles in his stomach tense after a few more minutes indicating he was close.
“Cum with me on three,” you said and he nodded quickly, ready for his release. “One,” you said as you sunk down and lifted yourself back up. “Two,” you continued, coil in your belly drawing tight. “Three,” you finished as your and Joaquin’s hips met in a harsh thrust. “Cum,” you said as your own release washed over you, legs shaking, burying your face into Joaquin’s chest.
Joaquin followed your peak with his own, the feeling of you tightening around him proving to be more than he could handle. “I love you cariño,” he gasped out as he released into you, pumping you full of him.
“I love you too,” you swore against his chest as you both came down from your highs. You sat there, entangled in each other for a long time, you rubbing Joaquin’s chest while he rubbed your back.
After several minutes of laying together in comfortable silence, you sat up, removing Joaquin’s cock from you. “Are you okay?” you asked him, brushing his hair away from his sweaty face.
“I’m amazing,” he said with a small laugh, taking a deep inhale.
“Feeling better?” you questioned.
“A million times better,” he confirmed. “How are you?” he asked in reply.
“I’m great,” you said with a small contented hum. You two sat there for another few moments before you scooted to the side of the bed. “Okay,” you said, standing up. “We should go wash ourselves off.”
Joaquin groaned slightly in protest but sat up regardless, stretching his muscles out before standing up and joining you. “Alright but on one condition,” he said, wrapping his arms around you from behind.
“And what would that be?” you asked him.
“I get to draw the bath for you and wash your hair,” he said, “as a thank you for taking care of me tonight.”
You thought about it for a second before relenting. “Deal,” you agreed and you both made your way to the bathroom.
A while later, you were in the tub together, your hair washed and your back against Joaquin’s chest, soaking up Joaquin’s presence. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as you sat there, basking in the afterglow of your pleasure. “Thank you,” he whispered into your hair, “for always being there for me.
“Any time Joaquin,” you swore.
With that, you sank back into Joaquin, relaxing and enjoying the peace that you had found together, spending the rest of the night just like that, safe in each other’s arms.
SUMMARY: You have just gotten a new job as a bartender at your city’s most popular club ‘No Exit’. A coworker’s illness causes you to be placed in the VIP section of the club where you meet none other than the club’s owner, Ash. As you spend more time there, you start to realize that the club, and its owner, are much more than what they first appeared to be.
CHAPTER SUMMARY: You and Darby go out on your night off and things get hot and heavy between you and a certain boss of yours on the dance floor.
WARNINGS/TAGS (these are the tags for the whole series and are subject to change): Smut 18+, Violence, Blood, Death, Knife Play, Gun Play, BDSM, Rough Sex,, Minors DNI!
WORD COUNT: 2299
You had been working at No Exit for a few months now and you had really gotten into the swing of things. You were making great money, had a lot of fun at work, and had made friends with the other bartenders. You and Darby had become particularly close, enough that you considered her your best friend at this point. Then there was Ash. He had proved a spectacular boss; well mannered, kind, understanding, basically all the things you’d come not to expect in a boss. You had become friends with him too, having grown closer since the night he drove you home.
Tonight was one of your days off and you were standing in your apartment, music blasting and Darby in your closet, digging through your clothes to help you pick an outfit for tonight. Despite the fact that neither of you were working tonight, you and Darby were still going to the club. One would think you wouldn’t want to go clubbing in your place of work but considering the staff who worked there got free food and drinks as a perk, you and Darby never saw a point in going anywhere else.
“We need to find something that’s not black,” she said, still looking through options. “You can’t look like you do when you’re working.”
“Hear me out,” you said, leaning back on the edge of your bed. “Black jeans, red lace tank top with the built in bra, red pumps, and the leather jacket for when we’re walking outside.”
“Perfect,” she said, grabbing the items for you. You got dressed and looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to figure out what to do with your hair. Darby came up behind you and twisted it into a bun that left strands framing your face. She raised her eyebrows, silently asking if you approved and you nodded. She grabbed a clip and pinned your hair in place, leaving it in a sexy updo.
She handed you a tube of lipstick, blood red in colour. “Final touches,” she said. You took it from her and applied it.
“I look hot,” you said, looking at yourself.
“You do,” Darby agreed, smiling behind you. “That outfit will definitely get you laid.”
“Let’s hope so,” you said. “You're hot too, by the way,” you added, motioning towards her ensemble.
“I know,” she said with a laugh. “Alright, grab your shit, it’s time to get a move on,” she said, clapping her hands and making her way towards your door.
You threw on your leather jacket, grabbed your purse, making sure everything you needed was in it, and grabbed your keys out of the bowl on your kitchen counter. “Let’s go,” you said, both of you exiting your apartment, locking the door behind you. With that, you began your trek to the club, the night air washing over you, refreshing you both.
When you got to the club the bouncer, Ed, let you both pass immediately, you both being some of his favourite bartenders. As you entered the club, blue and purple lighting shone on your body and music flooded your ears. The club was full of people, tables and dance floor packed and bartenders whipping out drinks to crowds of people ready to get wasted.
“Drinks or dancing first?” you shouted at Darby over the music.
“I’m gonna need at least one drink to survive the pain of dancing in these heels,” Darby shouted back.
“That’s so fair,” you replied, making your way to the bar with her. Sadie was bartending tonight and she smiled at you as you approached.
“Darby, y/n,” she said in greeting. “Your usuals?” she asked you.
“Yes please,” Darby said with a smile as you nodded your head in agreement.
A few minutes later, Darby had a martini in hand while you sipped from a spicy margarita. You hummed in pleasure at the taste of the drink. You had to admit, Sadie made a damn good drink. “Jesus this is good,” you complimented Sadie.
“Thanks y/n,” she replied.
“Could you do me a favour?” you asked her as you took another sip of your drink.
“Of course hon, what is it?” she asked. With that you stripped off your leather jacket revealing your lace tank top, balling it up when it was fully removed.
“Could you keep this behind the bar for me until I’m ready to go home?” you asked.
“Of course,” she said, tucking the jacket behind the bar when you handed it to her.
“Thank you so much,” you said, smiling at her. With that, she left to go help another customer, leaving you and Darby to finish your drinks, a feat which was accomplished quickly.
“Alright, let’s dance,” Darby said, putting her empty glass down and grabbing your hand, dragging you to the dance floor with her. You let the music flood your veins as your hips began to sway seductively to the music. Your arms found their way up your body and over your head, wrists crossing before you slowly moved your hands back down your body. You continued with these movements, feeling free as you danced underneath the lights.
“I always forget how good of a dancer you are,” Darby says with a laugh, twirling. You both continued to dance, enjoying yourselves when a tall man approached Darby. He was handsome if you did say yourself and you pointed your chin at the man over Darby’s shoulder, drawing her attention to him.
She turned around to greet him and you watched them exchange hushed whispers. She looked back at you for one moment before whispering to him again and walking over to you. “We’re gonna go dance for a bit,” she said. “If that’s okay with you,” she said, conscious of your feelings.
“Of course, go,” you said, squeezing her hand in excitement. “I’ll be fine.” She smiled for a moment before she appeared to be distracted by something behind you. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before she turned her gaze back to you, smiling even bigger than before, a knowing look in her eyes.
“Oh yeah, you’ll be fine,” she confirmed before turning and walking away, back to the man. You watched as she left, even more confused than before. With that, you spun around to look at what was behind you and as you did, you felt yourself collide with someone. They grabbed your arms to steady you and prevent you from falling and you looked up at your saviour, finding warm brown eyes staring back at you.
“Ash,” you said, slightly surprised to see him.
“Y/n,” Ash said, laughing slightly as you straightened yourself out.
“What are you doing here?” you asked him a bit dumbly.
“I own the club,” he replied, shaking his head in amusement.
“I know that,” you told him. You were dumb sometimes but you weren’t that dumb. “I mean, what are you doing down here? You’re always in the VIP section,” you explained.
“Is a man not allowed to have fun in his own establishment,” Ash said in mock offense. It was then that you noticed he was not in his usual button up and dress pants but was instead wearing an outfit similar to that he wore when he helped you unload a shipment on your second day here. He was dressed in a tight black t-shirt and black jeans with combat boots. The thing that struck you the most though was his hair. It wasn’t slicked back like usual and instead his curls were hanging freely. You had to admit he looked good.
“Of course he is, you just never do,” you teased him.
“Well, I’ll have you know I actually have the night off,” he explained, crossing his arms over his chest.
You let out a fake gasp of astonishment before replying with, “I didn’t know you took nights off.”
“I do,” he defended. At your raised eyebrow, he elaborated. “Rarely, but I do.”
“Well, what does a club owner do on a night off?” you asked him, curious. You honestly couldn’t picture what he looked like when he wasn’t working. You had known him for a few months now and as far as you knew he was always working. He looked at you, contemplating saying something before he finally allowed himself to.
“I dance,” he said, voice deep. “Care to join me?” he asked, eyes looking into your own.
“I don’t think you could keep up with me,” you said with a slight head tilt. Ash smirked at that, leaning down so his mouth was beside your ear.
“Let’s find out,” he whispered and with that he dragged you to an area of the dance floor that was less crowded.
Ash placed his hands on your sides and began to sway to the beat as your hips pressed together slightly. You matched each other’s rhythm, falling into sync with each other, making eye contact the entire time.
“Maybe you can keep up with me after all,” you teased.
“I told you so,” he said with a smirk. You continued as you were for a while, smiling and dancing, until Ash leaned close to you and whispered in your ear. “Do you trust me?” he asked.
You raised an eyebrow at him in question wondering why he was asking before you replied. “Yeah, I guess so,” you agreed. As soon as the words left your mouth you felt Ash grab your hand, twirling you far out before spinning you back into him and dipping you, one hand grabbing your thigh, while the other moved to the back of your neck, forehead pressing into yours. For a moment, the rest of the club disappeared and it was just you and Ash, looking at each other, breathing against each other.
As he pulled you back to standing the music came back into focus and the rest of the crowd did as well. “Well that was fun,” you said.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said with a laugh.
“You wanna have even more fun?” you asked, feeling bold.
“Always,” he said, intrigued. His permission granted, you turned yourself around and pressed your back into his chest, moving one of his hands to your hip and the other to your stomach.
“Fun enough for you,” you leaned back to whisper in his ear.
“Almost,” Ash replied, using his hand on your hip to pull your ass into his crotch. You bit your lip at the feeling, stomach fluttering and heart rate increasing. He ground against you as you continued to dance. There was no avoiding it at this point, you were officially dirty dancing with Ash Garver.
You would love to say that the thought he was your boss crossed your mind while you were grinding against him but it was honestly the furthest thing from your mind at that moment. You were breathing heavily now, arousal beginning to pool in your belly, and Ash was in a similar state, breaths caressing your neck as your hand slid behind you to grab his hair. Your mutual excitement was also evidenced by the fact that you felt something thick and hard pressed against your ass.
“Is that your wallet or are you just happy to see me?” you asked him with a laugh.
“I’m always happy to see you, y/n,” he whispered sincerely. Your breath halted at that and you froze for a moment before turning to look at Ash. You just stared at each other, your arms on his shoulders, his arms on your waist. Slowly you both leaned in until your foreheads were touching, eye contact maintained the whole time. Your lips were so close that one small movement would bring them together, able to feel his breath mix with your own.
You closed your eyes, Ash beginning to close the distance. Unfortunately, that’s when your brain decided to remember that Ash was your boss and you moved your hands to his chest, stopping him from connecting your lips. “Is something wrong?” Ash asked as both of your eyes opened.
“It’s just… you’re my boss,” you whispered against his lips.
“Ah. That,” he said, resignation and understanding in his voice.
“That,” you agreed. “I really can’t risk screwing up this job,” you said.
“It’s okay,” he said sincerely. “I understand.” With that, he pulled away, a small smile on his face.
“I’m sorry,” you told him, feeling horrible. “I know I must be giving mixed signals with that dance.”
“Don’t be sorry y/n. It can just be a dance,” he whispered.
“Okay,” you said with a nod.
“Okay,” he replied, removing his touch from you. You stood there for another moment just looking at each other before you shook yourself out of it and cleared your throat.
“Well,” you said, smoothing your hands down your jeans. “I should go before I do something rash.”
“I should go too,” he agreed. “I have business to take care of.”
“I thought you had the night off,” you said with amusement.
“Business never really rests,” he said with a smirk. “Right, I’m gonna go,” he said, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb and backing away.
“Goodnight Ash,” you said softly in farewell.
“Goodnight y/n,” he replied before turning on his heel and walking away. You kept your eyes on him until you lost him in the crowd, making your way to the bar in his absence. You were so fucking screwed you thought to yourself as you sat down at the bar, still trying to tamp down the arousal that had built in the time you had been dancing with Ash. You were unfortunately met with little success.
“Sadie?” you called, getting her attention. “I’m gonna need another drink. It’s gonna be a long night.”
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hey guys! So sorry this took so long, writers block has been hitting me hard lately!
Can I have a Manny x Abby x reader where Abby and the reader dom the shit out of Manny together?
Hey bestie!!! Of course you can have more Manny x Abby x Reader! I struggled a bit more with this one than with part 1 but I still hope you like it 🩷
Manny x Abby x Reader - Threesome - Part 2
Warnings: Smut 18+, Oral Sex (M! And F! Receiving), handjobs, riding, Dom! Abby, Dom! Reader, Sub! Manny, Begging.
Word Count: 1925
Not beta read so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes!
You and Abby were sitting on the bed completely naked waiting for Manny to come back from patrol. He had been extremely stressed the past few days, Isaac constantly on his ass and you and Abby had decided that you wanted to help him relieve that stress the best way you knew how.
It had been several months since you had entered into a relationship with Manny and Abby, and the three of you had practically spent every spare moment together that you could. You weren’t subtle that the three of you were together but honestly no one even really seemed to care. Apparently a world-ending apocalypse changed most people’s perspective on what was normal.
It didn’t take long until you heard footsteps approaching Abby’s room and in another moment you and Abby both saw the door handle turn, Manny pushing the door open and kicking it shut behind him. You could tell he was stressed, immediately throwing off his baseball cap and running his hands through his hair. He was so stressed in fact that it took him a moment to notice you and Abby sitting there.
When he finally did, you saw him freeze in place, eyebrows raising in surprise. “Is it my birthday and someone forgot to tell me?” he asked as he approached you both slowly.
“No,” Abby said with a smile before biting her lip. “We’ve just noticed that you’ve been a little stressed lately and wanted to help you,” she explained, reaching out her hand to grab his own and pull him so he was sitting between you on the bed.
“Oh,” Manny said, breathing heavier now.
“We just thought we could help you relax a bit,” you said brushing his hair away from his face.
“I definitely wouldn’t be opposed to that,” Manny said with a sigh, savouring even the small touches you and Abby were bestowing upon him.
“Well why don’t you get undressed for us then,” Abby whispered in his ear, laughing as he scrambled to obey. Manny seemed to be in a mood that was rare for him, more submissive than usual. Although rare, it was always a great time when things took this kind of turn.
Manny had managed to take off all his clothes in under a minute, seating himself back between you two. “Good boy,” you said, scratching his head, causing him to let out a satisfied groan.
“Can you lie flat on the bed for us?” Abby asked, pressing a kiss to Manny’s chin. Manny quickly moved into position, head up by the pillows and feet pointing towards the bottom of the mattress.
Abby moved up and knelt to one side of his head, pressing a kiss to his lips and carding her fingers through his hair. You moved to his lower half, tapping his thighs so he would spread his legs, allowing you to kneel between them. You leaned up to press a kiss to his lips before trailing a series of kisses down his jaw to his neck, down his chest, over his stomach, and then finally arriving at the stretch of skin right above his cock. The whole way down, Manny was letting out little moans that made you wet.
You slowly pressed a kiss into one hip, watching as Manny’s cock twitched in response. You moved to his other hip pressing a kiss there as well, seeing Manny’s hand fly up to cover his eyes. “Do you want something?” you asked, teasingly.
“Please,” is all he managed to get out, voice wrecked. His cock was standing at attention and he was leaking at this point, desperate for your touch. Your hand slapped his inner thigh, not enough to really hurt but enough to create a pleasant sting and give a warning all in one.
“Use your words, you know better than that,” Abby said, giving a tug on his hair.
“Good boy,” Abby said as you pressed a kiss to the head of his cock before licking a strip from his base to his tip.
“Fuck,” Manny moaned, hips bucking up. You pressed your hand into his thighs, holding him down as best you could as you repeated the motion, this time lightly sucking the tip of him into your mouth when you reached it. Manny moaned out again, and Abby covered his mouth. He tended to get loud when he was like this, louder than you could afford in the close quarters of the hallway where the living quarters were located.
“Can you shut yourself up?” Abby asked. “Or do you need me to do it?”
Manny turned his head to look at her before replying. “You do it,” he said, almost pleading, knowing what it would mean.
“Alright then,” Abby agreed, swinging one leg over to the other side of him so she was straddling his face, front facing towards you. She slowly lowered herself, gasping as Manny’s tongue darted out to taste her. “That’s it,” Abby said, reaching forwards to tweak one of Manny’s nipples.
As she was doing this, you had fully enveloped Manny’s cock in your mouth and now you were slowly moving up and down his length, making sure to lick his slit with your tongue every time you reached the tip. You hummed around him, sending vibrations through him and enhancing his pleasure, making him moan into Abby’s pussy, in turn sending shockwaves of pleasure through her own body.
The three of you continued on like this for a few minutes, caught in a feedback loop of pleasure. Eventually, however, you sped your movements up, bobbing up and down on Manny’s cock faster than before.
Manny broke contact with Abby’s pussy for a moment to utter a completely wrecked “Fuck.” With that, he dove back into Abby, doubling his efforts, loving the way she tasted.
“You’re being so good for us,” Abby moaned, grinding down on his face. Manny bucked his hips into your mouth in response, causing you to gag around him. You relaxed your throat and took a deep breath, swallowing around his cock. You pulled off of him slowly and as you released his length your lips made a popping sound.
You jacked him off as you caught your breath, watching as the muscles in his stomach twitched and his balls drew up tight. He was about to cum and you and Abby both knew it. Just as he was about to finish, you removed your hand from him, watching as his orgasm faded from reach. Manny whimpered at this, desperation overcoming him.
“Make Abby cum first and then I’ll let you finish,” you told Manny and you could see his tongue dart out to flick at Abby’s clit.
“Holy shit, good boy,” she moaned out, causing Manny to whine again. “You’re gonna make me cum,” she cried out, grinding harder onto his face. Manny hummed in encouragement, wanting more than anything to make Abby finish, loving the way she fell apart.
His wish was granted when with one final flick of his tongue, Abby came. Her thighs tensed, her grip in Manny’s hair tightened, and her hips twitched as pleasure coursed through her. “Fuck,” she cried out, falling forward and catching herself with her free hand. Manny kept working her over with her tongue, helping her through the aftershocks of her orgasm until finally Abby sagged and swung off of Manny onto the bed beside you both.
“Shit,” Manny breathed out, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “Are you okay?” Manny asked Abby, rubbing her arm in comfort.
“I’m good, baby,” she promised, relaxing into the bed. With that, Manny turned his attention back towards you, closing his eyes as you crawled up his body and pressed a kiss to his mouth. You moaned as you tasted Abby on his lips, smiling at him before saying, “she tastes so good, doesn’t she baby?”
“She tastes amazing,” he said, slightly out of it. His eyes flicked open, still heavy and you could clearly see that they were glazed over.
“Do you wanna cum?” you asked against his lips and he nodded quickly.
“Please,” he begged, hips grinding into yours.
“Okay baby,” you promised. “Do you want me to ride you and you can finish inside me?”
“Yes please,” he whimpered against your mouth.
“Good boy, thank you for using your manners,” you praised him, making him buck his hips harder into yours. With that, you lined up Manny’s cock with your entrance and sank down onto him in one go.
“Oh my god!” Manny cried out as your ass met his thighs. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned. You slowly moved your hips back and forth over him, teasing him. “Please move,” he begged once again.
You granted his wish, bracing your hands on his chest and lifting yourself up only to drop yourself back down again. Both of you moaned out at the feeling and you repeated the motion. Soon enough, you were bouncing up and down on his cock, him hitting your g-spot and you tightening around him.
“You’re so good,” you cried, pleasure building up inside of you, coil threatening to snap. Manny was thrusting his hips up to meet yours, increasing the pleasure tenfold.
“Are you gonna cum for her?” Abby asked from beside him, carding her hands through his hair.
“Yes, please,” he whined. “Can I?” he asked, turning to you.
“Yes baby, you can cum,” you told him. “Thank you for asking.”
You reached down to circle your clit, determined to cum along with Manny. It was exactly what you needed and you quickly fell over the edge, pussy clamping down and spasming around his length. “Fuck!” you cried, “cum with me baby.”
With permission granted, Manny let himself go. It only took three more thrusts before you felt him filling you up, your body milking him for all his worth. Manny was uttering “thank you” over and over again, completely overcome with pleasure. You continued to ride Manny through his high, not stopping until he was so sensitive that he begged you to stop.
All three of you satisfied, you flopped down beside Manny on the side not occupied by Abby. Manny was boneless between you, Abby scratching his head while you caressed his stomach, thouroughly fucked out.
“Hey baby,” Abby whispered, pressing a kiss to Manny’s forehead. “Are you doing okay?” she asked.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “I’m amazing,” he assured you both.
“You were so good for us,” you praised, pecking his chest with your lips.
“You were so good to me,” he countered. You all sat there basking in the afterglow of your pleasure for a few moments before Manny broke the silence. “Thank you for taking care of me,” he whispered, close to falling asleep.
“We just did what you always do for us,” Abby said.
“Still, thank you,” he said.
“We love you, you know,” Abby whispered to him.
“We do,” you agreed.
“I know,” he whispered back. “I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he continued, both you and Abby smiling at the words. “I love you both too.”
You all let the feeling of love, warmth, and safety wash over you. The world outside this room could be dangerous and stressful, but as you lied there together, tangled up in each other, the three of you knew that you could face anything the world had to throw at you because you had each other, and that was everything.
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