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No art today sorry. Now look at our dog.
#I couldn't get him to stop coming at my feet. he kept following me around and wouldn't let me take a photo#anyway#I had like. so much fun yesterday with all the boops and stuff#hope they'll do something similar next year too#personal tag#dog#not art#might delete later
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dress | chris sturniolo
contents: fwb; fingering (f receiving); (slightly) exhibitionism; soft dom!chris
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notes: writing chris was hard at first but i had so much fun! i still have another request for him on the drafts - the weeknd anon i did NOT forget you - but i figured id write this one first to get used to it lmaoo it’s so weird let me get my matt back! which btw gonna post a really long one on their birthday and then imma lock in on the pegging request (sturniolo police don’t kill me) it’s super super short but i hope you enjoy it ♡ tysm for over 1k followers, much much love ♡ it’s NOT proofread — i apologize for any mistakes but hopefully they won’t harm the story.
requested by: my dear funny gorgeous smart friend whom i very much love @thepubeburgler
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i couldn't stop laughing. nick had stumbled upon his feet and fallen flat onto the sofa, not making any effort to get up. amidst all the laughter, my hair got caught up in my hoop earrings, yanking my strands forward. “shit”, i muttered, trying to loosen it with my fingers as i recovered from the hilarious sight in front of me.
after a while trying, i realized i wasn't going to be successful in detangling my hair. i headed for the bathroom, turning myself to the reflection in the mirror and bringing my body near the sink so i could see better.
still listening to the chatter outside, i noticed footsteps approaching. they sounded unconcerned, like someone was dragging their feet until they suddenly stopped behind the door.
i heard three sharp knocks and answered “come in”, bumping into chris leaning on the doorframe. he checked me out from head to toe, not saying a word. instead, he simply entered the restroom and chuckled, watching me struggle with my own earring.
“let me help” he said, pulling up the sleeves of his t-shirt and stepping closer, tucking part of my hair behind my ear and cupping my face with both hands. chris quickly sealed our lips on a playful kiss and started to work in undoing my tangled logs, soon popping my hoop back in. he allowed me turn and check in the mirror if he'd done it the proper way, and i nodded as i admired the sight of us both standing there, in that tiny bathroom. i was wearing a long sleeve, knit sweater dress, stripes accentuating my curves and outlining my hips. chris looked handsome as he always does. he had a yellow bandana tying his long hair back and a necklace enhancing his collarbones. i couldn't help but let out a sigh, receiving a giggle from him in response.
both of us noticed how the atmosphere quickly changed, becoming more tense as chris came closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my right shoulder, blue eyes piercing me through the mirror.
“you look so good” he whispered in my ear, dragging his hand on my dress while biting on whatever his lips could reach. he saw my nipples hardening, poking through the thick fabric and with a naughty grin, he squeezed my thighs, running his hand upwards until my sweater was above my hips, exposing my panties to him.
chris' fingers brushed over my underwear, teasing my waistband. i held my breath as his digits went down, sneaking inside my black panties. watching chris touching me in front of the mirror was almost pornographic, my mouth hanging open while he kept on groping my skin. i slightly opened my legs, spreading my body weight better and giving him more access so he could drag his fingers through my already folds. chris' lips reached my neck and i threw my head back, letting him mark me as much as he wanted.
he wouldn't take his eyes off me. i could feel he had noticed how my breath got heavier, my chest rising as he decided to increase his pace, quickly rubbing my clit. “eyes on the mirror, ma” he muffled in my ear. ”take a look at yourself, how pretty you are”
“chris-” i moaned, struggling to continue looking.
“do something for me yeah?” he asked and i nodded vigorously - i'd do anything if that meant he'd continue touching me.
chris took his finger out of my underwear, making me groan in frustration. he held back a laugh, wrapping his arms around my waist and taking a few steps backwards, carrying me with him. his back was now resting against the wall and he brought one of his hands to the back of my thighs, giving two light taps, asking me to lift it up.
i had now one foot on the floor and the other hanging as he held my thigh up, soon motioning me so i could step on the countertop while he kept me balanced by holding me in his arms and supporting me with his legs. “let go, babe. i'm holding you” he said, noticing my stiff body, unable to relax in that position.
chris's digits ran across my bare skin and soon reached the spot where they had been before, making me gasp. “shh” he shushed me, “just wanna make you feel good, mamas. nobody's getting here babe, relax f'me”.
i took a deep breath and nodded, acknowledging that chris would never do anything i didn't enjoy. he pulled my panties aside, exposing open pussy to both of us in front of the mirror. chris teased my entrance, two digits pressing on my thigh hole as he pretented to thrust all at once, but only massaging the area before going back to my clit, his circular motions causing me to whimper.
one of my hands went behind chris, trying to get a grip of his hair, but my desperation made me end up tugging on his bandana. he groaned in a playful tone as the fabric came down his eyes, messing up his curls and blocking his vision. i finished pulling the bandana off, putting it between my teeth before returning my hand to chris's hair, pulling and begging him to keep going.
his palm left my waist went up to my breasts, groping my tit before he gently returned to my tight hole, slowly pushing his middle finger inside.
“look how well you're taking me, ma” he spoke, turning my attention to how his finger had completely vanished in me, filling me up entirely. as couldn't even moan because of the fabric in my mouth, let alone speak, i jointed my hips forward, indicating to chris that he could start moving. “so eager aren't you?” i nodded in agreement. i needed him to fuck me.
chris began to speed up his movements, the wet sounds of my pussy taking over the small bathroom we were squeezed into. in one of his thrusts, chris added another finger, stretching my walls in a sudden move. i rolled my eyes and opened my mouth, the yellow cloth i was holding with my teeth falling on the floor beneath me. with my lips now uncovered, my whimpers got louder as chris kept on fucking me. he curled his fingers inside of me, hitting my sensitive spot and making my legs tremble. noticing i wouldn't last long, chris tightened his grip on my thigh even more, leaving a mark that would definitely be purple the next day.
chris shoved his fingers in relentlessly when his thumb met my clit, letting my hips buck forward unconsciously, the friction increasing my pleasure. the knot in my stomach was turning harder to ignore, chris's heavy breathing on my neck made me even hornier while his free hand played with my covered nipples.
“chris- shit!” i whined “chris let... let me cum, fuck!”
“no one's stopping you mamas” he whispered, moving my hair to the side as my moans became louder and louder. “go ahead. don't be fucking loud, everyone is outside. you want them to know i can get you off this quick?”
i was thrown off the edge when chris pulled me closer and i felt his hardened cock being lazily dragged on my ass. i could feel his boner poking me through the cloth when my orgasm washed over me, my chest panting heavily as chris kept his grip on me, holding my body while i came back from my high.
he allowed me to rest, taking my thigh on his hand and gently letting my foot meet the floor again. chris turned me over, letting me snuggle in his chest as i watched him t bake both fingers to his mouth, licking the mess i'd made. “you're so fucking delicious” he said, pulling out of the hug and bending over to pick up his bandana. he quickly tied his long, brown locks into the yellow fabric and unlocked the door after giving me a kiss on the forehead.
“chris! where are you going?”
“outside...?” he said as if it was obvious when he saw my furrowed eyebrows “i'll tell them i was helping you fix your dress or something” he joked and i rolled my eyes, catching a sigh of my figure on the mirror. i looked ruined.
“you're staying over tonight, right?” chris asked and i nodded as i fixed my hair once again, pulling my dress down and covering the purple marks he had left on my legs. “great, you can pay me back later” he clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth and winked at me, leaving the bathroom and closing the door outside.
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Looking The Part
Jerome wasn't know what he was expecting when he was dragged into attending a costume party in the middle of December. His friend Jake, practically begged him to come and he couldn't say no to his puppy dog eyes. The theme was weird too. "Dress up as the Job you wanted as a kid." For Jerome, he wanted to be a doctor. The thought of saving lives was really appealing to the young child, before reality hit him with all its down and the thoughts of constantly being around dying people became way less appealing once he experienced real life. Even so, he felt obligated to follow the theme and bought some doctor's outfit that even came with some work appropriate hat and shoes off some online store. It was crazy cheap too and here Jeremy was, staring at the uniform on his bed right before he needs to head to the party. "Let's get this over with..." He starts stripping down into just his underwear and starts putting the clothes on.
Jerome slid the pants over his legs, pulled the shirt over his head, put on some bracelets and put the cap on. To his surprise, they were a bit big on him. "I thought I got this in my size... Ugh whatever time to get to the par-" Jerome froze. It felt like his body just stopped moving and it felt like he couldn't move his body at all besides his face. "What the hell?!?!" He said to himself. But that's when the fun began. Jerome felt a quick jolt of pain hitting his entire body as his face scrunched in pain. It subsided eventually and that's when Jerome saw it. Jerome's body was... growing. Jerome could hear the snaps of his bones as he looked to his left arm bulging. growing. becoming much more meatier than it used to be. Now it looked like one thick tree branch with veins visibly covering the arm. He looked to his right and saw that his right arm now mirrored his left. "I-Is this making me muscular? W-Why?" Jerome spoke out. He still couldn't move and the transformation kept going. Jerome's torso underwent its own transformation as any fat on his stomach was evaporated leaving a flat stomach that gained six sexy bulges. Jerome's flat chest was flat no longer as two massive chugs called pecs adorned him now. To top it off, his torso gained a v-shape. Next up was Jerome's lower half as it instantly gained a lot of bulk. His legs becoming thick and beefy and his feet growing a couple sizes larger. It's a good thing he wasn't wearing the shoes yet. The next to last change was Jerome's ass becoming bigger and much more bouncy. What seemed to be the final piece of the transformation was Jerome's face as it became much more Brazilian in appearance while his skin gained a minor tan. The transformation stopped by thickening his vocal cords and letting Jerome free.
Jerome looked down at himself. He couldn't believe his eyes. He just turned into a brazilian stud in mere minutes. "O que havia nestes-" (What was in these-) He put his hand over his month. Did he just speak Portuguese?
"Como vou explicar isso para Jake?" (How am I going to explain this to Jake?) Jerome certainly couldn't go to the party looking like this. But how how would he change back?
But before Jerome could think further, he subconsciously lifted his right arm, flexing it. That instantly gave Jerome a hard on, which in turn made his cock grow inches longer. The fabric on the shirt even started to rip.
"Eu poderia me acostumar com isso..." (I could get used to this…) While pointing at the rip.
After Jerome said this, the final changes began. Small little hairs appeared on Jerome one by one until a thick forest on his torso and pecs. Tattoos above his left pec and left arm sketched themselves onto Jerome and for the piece of resistance, a luscious beard of facial hair grew onto Jerome's face as well as his hair becoming more professional. There even seemed to be some greys sprinkled in, giving him a much more older appearance. And that's when the memories came flooding in. Jerome was no longer jerome, he was Ademir Pereira, a brazilian doctor. He started bodybuilding at a young age and it showed. Years of medical knowledge entered Ademir's mind as his apartment quickly changed into a luxurious house with multiple rooms and his bedroom became much larger to boot. Jerome was all but gone. Ademir settled into reality, looking around his room, wondering why he was in his hospital uniform so late at night, but then he heard his phone ring. He picked it up and saw a text from someone named "Jake" "Hey man, still coming to the party?" Ademir was confused. From what he could string of his limited knowledge of english, he never said he was going to a party with this "Jake". he had an early morning workout before work. He had no time for parties. "eu não falo inglês" (I don't speak english) he typed before putting his phone down again. The phone promptly changed into something much nicer than the dingy one he had before. With that morning workout in mind, Ademir was ready for bed. He threw off his uniform, bouncing his pecs before promptly sleeping.
The next morning at the gym, Ademir was ready to get his workout on. He spotted his workout buddy and waved. "Vamos trabalhar meu amigo!" (Let's get to work my friend!) He said before showing off his pecs to them.
"Nossa, Ademir, com esses peitorais, você realmente precisa de um sutiã!" (Geez Ademir with those pecs you really need a bra.) "Haha! Você realmente acha isso?" (Haha! You really think so?) Ademir laughed with confidence as he took his shirt off.
"Definitivamente. Mas chega de falar disso, vamos colocar seus representantes!" (Definitely. But enough about that let's get your reps in!) His friend said before reaching for his arm.
Ademir nodded, as they got to work on their routines for the day. After a couple hours. Ademir did a good flex in the mirror for all to see. This was the life! But he better get to work soon, those patents need him.
This was Ademir's daily routine. Work hard, workout hard, flex hard. He wouldn't any other life. Not to mention the upkeep on his social media which he also enjoys. Just recently he bounced his pecs to his viewers and they cheered, sending him hundreds of donations. Ademir was happy and that's all the mattered.
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The Memory Keeper
Chapter 1 : List.
Pairing : Noa x human reader
Warning : A bit of mourning. Otherwise, all clear for this one!
Summarize (please I'm so bad at writing these!): A woman, allowed to live as long as the virus keeps running through her body, living on autopilot for 260 years, is going to see her life takes a new turn, finding hope in something that might come to put an end to her wandering.
Words : 3.2k
A/N : It has been a long time since I've written something and it feels pretty good to get back at it with this story! I hope you'll like it and do not hesitate to share your thoughts or like/reblog, it's always appreciated! As English isn't my native language, I'm sorry if you find mistakes or weird wording in there, let me know if you find some and I'll be glad to correct them!
Enjoy your reading 😊
The Memory Keeper masterlist.
It wasn't going to be a difficult day. The list was ready, the tasks the same as the day before and the day after. You had to go to the river: catch a fish, fill the flasks with fresh water, bathe… You had to get on your horse and on the way back, stop at the 16th tree on the right, get off, walk 30 steps and fill the bag with blackberries. You had to avoid the brambles and avoid tripping over the prominent root. Get back on the horse and ride home.
Prepare the fish: remove the head and tail, the skin, gut it and remove the bones, light a fire to cook it. Yes, evolution had done many things, but it must have missed the episode where it was necessary to improve the human digestive system. So the fish still had to be cooked.
The garden had to be tended. Over the years, it had evolved too. It had been a long time in the making. A vegetable garden, tomatoes, green beans and, you couldn't quite remember how, artichokes had found their place too. An apple tree was easy to grow. It took time, but it was easy. And then there was this little gem you'd stumbled upon one day: a rosebush. It was an important one. You had to take care of it too.
You always had to do something.
Your hands knew what to do and how to do it. Your legs took you where you needed to go, and at that particular moment, they had led you to your horse. You had to remove his saddle and bridle, check his hooves and remove any stones that might have got stuck on them. Run your hand over his belly to loosen the skin compressed by the girth. And don't forget to give him a drink. When it came to eating, he found everything on his own, except perhaps an apple, which you gave him from time to time to thank him for his help. He knew how to ask, too. In fact, he huffed and gave you a nudge.
Okay, an apple.
He followed you to the apple tree and you climbed onto his back. You could reach the branches, but it was always difficult to keep your balance. Especially when your right hip wasn't working properly. And you sighed. It really wasn't convenient.
You had to go on with the list, what was next?
“ Hearing my voice at least once and speaking so I don't forget.”
This was important. You had to remember how to speak. The world had forgotten, but you must not. You had no right to forget.
“Say something new.”
And you looked around.
“It's cloudy today.”
Which meant rain wasn't far off. Your horse was now grazing beside you.
“You should take shelter.”
You smile, you'd said one more sentence today. Your horse's ears twitched as if to say “I do what I want” and you shrugged. After all, he was the one to decide. But you didn't want to get wet in the rain. You patted his neck and went off to find shelter in your wooden hut.
You've lived here for a long time. A very long time. So long that you no longer needed a torch to light up the big room when night fell or when the clouds darkened the place. You knew exactly where the shaky table was, the armchair with its deformed, hollowed-out seat and even the little plastic pot you kept forgetting to put back on the table to avoid getting your feet caught in it. And despite the years, you never tripped over it.
You were right to come home. You'd just had time to put the water flasks and the cooked fish on the table when a torrent of water hit the floor. The end of the list would have to wait. The timing was perfect, as your stomach signaled that it was time to fill up, and the smell of the wood-fired fish made your mouth water.
Settling back in your armchair, you ate the fish, watching the rain fall against the hut's only window. Eating with your hands was no longer as disturbing as it had been at first. There were a lot of memories that had slipped away over time, but you almost smiled when you thought back to the embarrassment you'd felt the first time you'd had to eat like that. If you'd known back then where you'd end up…
A sigh.
Drops tumbled against the window and some seemed to challenge themselves to get to the bottom first. They were following the path traced by others before them, but obviously not all roads were good ones to take. Some raindrops went straight down, others tried to cut off their opponents' path, and still others weaved in and out to create their own path. Then a raindrop caught your eye. It seemed the most likely to win the mad race. It glided and slalomed proudly until it landed delicately on your windowsill, blending in with its sisters who had landed there before it.
You turned your eyes to the last piece of fish, which you brought to your mouth.
You took one last look out the window, and that's when you caught sight of it.
A shadow.
A shadow had just moved past your window. The rain kept on pounding against it and you could see the trees in the distance stirring in the wind, and you were sure you saw the shadow moving, quickly to the right, but the shadow was gone. There were only raindrops, only the wind, and you could even hear the dull roar of an incipient thunderstorm.
A deep breath. You had to.
Then a sigh.
The rain and wind must have played a trick on you. If the storm picked up, you definitely wouldn't be able to finish your outdoor to-do list. But that didn't matter, there was still plenty to do inside.
First you had to tidy up. Keeping the interior clean and tidy was important, so you couldn't leave the water bottles on the table. You grabbed them and stepped over the little plastic pot that stood between the table and what you could call a kitchen. At least, that's what you would have called this part of the hut back in the day, because there was only a broken sink and a cupboard without a door. You passed the front door and it rattled against the latch in the wind. You had managed to install a branch across the door, allowing you to keep it closed in bad weather. However, as it didn't close very well, the wind always managed to rattle it between the branch and the latch. But you got used to the noise. So you walked past the shaky door to put the water bottles in the cupboard, and when you heard a suspicious rustling sound, you jumped, staring at the door.
You frowned at the unusual sound. You had been holding your breath, but the wind suddenly whistled through the doorframe, which was sorely lacking in hermetic seals. So you breathed out, taking a calmer breath. The wind. Mother Nature was definitely testing your nerves tonight.
Well, you still had to change your clothes. Night was coming on and you couldn't possibly sleep in your day clothes. You stepped over the little plastic pot again and made your way to the wooden chest beside the fireplace to find a t-shirt and a pair of jogging shorts with a hole in the left knee. Maybe one day you'd find a stray piece of fabric while walking through the forest, so you could mend it. But you hadn't yet got to the list asking you to explore the surrounding area.
There were 7 lists divided into 4 sections, themselves arranged in 12 categories. It was your way of keeping track of time. You no longer counted the days, let alone the years; you'd long since lost the very notion of time. But to grow crops, harvest the fruits of the forest and simply follow nature's millimetric events and be able to anticipate them, you needed a reference point. The lists, though mostly identical, were that reference point. Hanging on the wall with pieces of wood you'd carved yourself, they determined your days and the things you had to do.
You didn't really know when or how you'd started making these lists. But judging by the ink, half washed away by the years - some of the lists had even gone back to being blank - it must have been a long time ago.
You put the current day's list back in its place. Tomorrow, you'd have to complete it while carrying out the next one. But there was one more thing you needed to do indoors before settling into your armchair for the night. One last important thing.
From the chest, you took out a picture frame. The corners were worn, the wood had crumbled and you had to handle it carefully to avoid getting splinters in your hands. You set the frame down on the floor by the fireplace, knelt in front of it and reached into the jar on your right to pick a rose petal, which you placed carefully in the right-hand corner of the frame.
You struggled to swallow.
That's where it always got complicated.
Once again, you reached into the jar and pulled out 7 petals. You always needed 7 petals. You placed 6 of them in a circle on the dry twigs in the fireplace and began humming a song whose words you'd long since forgotten. But you remembered the feeling. You felt a lump in your throat, and you often wondered how you managed to keep the song going.
You hummed, and on the last petal, with the help of a needle, you delicately traced his initials. You had to be careful not to press too hard, you shouldn't pierce the petal, just brush against it enough to see, if you concentrated hard enough, the outline of the letter you were drawing. You also had to blink a few times to see clearly what you were doing. It was important to get it right. Once you'd written the letter on the petal, you laid it at the center of the circle.
It was always at this moment that your hands shook. You needed a moment. Just a bit of time.
You had to wipe your hands over your eyes, the most important thing was to handle the two flints on the floor with care. Your hands had to be steady, not shaking. You interrupted the song to get your breathing under control.
Inhale.
Breathe out.
Grab the flints.
Inhale.
Exhale.
A sharp stroke.
The clatter of the stone threw sparks onto the pile of twigs and a flame sprang up. You started humming again as the fire slowly consumed the wood until it reached the petals of the circle.
A tear.
The fire continued to progress and you stared desperately at the petal in the center, quickly ridding yourself of the tears that were blurring your vision. The flame touched the edge of the petal and you watched the letter “C” burn away and disappear into the ashes.
The flame faded as the twigs gradually disappeared and, once gone, you slipped the petal on the frame back into its jar.
Now you had to put the frame away. Your fingers brushed the edge of the picture inside of it. Despite the years, you had managed, by some miracle, to keep the photograph almost undamaged. At least, sufficiently intact that you could still distinguish the shape of an ape in the center of the picture, despite the cracks.
He was a force of nature. You had taken this photo on a December day, you still knew because you could still discern the white flakes clinging to his dark fur. Back then, you loved taking pictures.
What did they call you again?
The memory keeper.
Even after all this time, it still made you smile. You gently squeezed the frame between your fingers, keeping it balanced on the knees you'd just tucked in towards you. This way, he was a little closer to you.
You made an extra effort to remember the day. He was standing high enough to see everyone around him. He must have been talking about something important; he always had that powerful, soul-piercing stare when he was saying something important. But he always looked…
“Grumpy.”
You concluded your thought in a whisper that knotted your throat. Grumpy. You almost expected to hear him growl, his ego bruised, every time you reminded him that he was sometimes a little too grumpy. “Grumpy because a lot on my shoulders,” he'd snap back at you. “No, grumpy because you're old” you'd always reply, your eyes always playful. And you were the only one who could say such a thing, with the only result being an amused snore coming from him.
And you felt yourself take a deep breath. Of all the pictures you'd taken, this was the last one you had left. You had to put the frame back in the chest, so your fingers tightened even more around the wood. Your head tilted slightly forward, closing your eyes as the wood touched your forehead.
Tonight was difficult.
You took another deep breath, and before the knot in your throat hurt too much, you straightened up and went to put the frame in the chest.
“Caesar, tonight is really difficult,” you whispered, watching the shadow of the lid close over the frame.
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It had been a restless night. When your eyes opened the next morning, they felt heavy and swollen, and you found yourself rubbing your eyes to try and make the heaviness go away.
Today, there was much to do. After changing from your night clothes to your day ones, you removed the branch blocking the door and let the sun shine in, warming your skin. The fresh early-morning air caressed your skin and you took a few seconds to smell the distinctive light scent that follows a thunderstorm.
No sooner had you taken a few steps forward than your feet bumped into something hard, causing you to lose your balance. In a fraction of a second, you found yourself on your butt on the ground, a stabbing pain in your right hip that had failed to move to stop you from falling.
“Ouch!” was the only thing that slipped out of your mouth.
You straightened up slightly, remaining seated in the grass, to see what had caused your fall and a pile of apples laid exactly under the wobbly small porch that covered your front door.
God, what a dummy not to have put that away last night. You thought to yourself, looking down at your hands full of dirt. You'd have to go to the river to clean it up, and now you'd just have to take your night clothes with you because you'd also have to wash the ones you were wearing-the mud from the storm must have dirtied your current clothes.
A pile of apples. You thought as you rubbed your hands together.
A pile of apples. You glanced at your right hip. Pfft, if you'd made Caesar break it to put it back in its place, you'd never have fallen today. In fact, you'd have avoided more than one fall.
All because of a misplaced pile of apples.
A pile of misplaced apples.
And like a light bulb switching on, your gaze suddenly fell on those apples that actually had nothing to do there. You hadn't gathered them the day before.
Then you heard it. A muffled purr came gently from behind you. Surely you should have turned around, stood up and dealt with it, but you'd found yourself rooted to the spot, eyes glued to those apples, waiting as an orangutan appeared in your field of vision.
And you refused to look at him, your hands balled into fists to keep them from shaking. You weren't afraid. No. But for some obscure reason, your brain had simply decided to freeze.
The orangutan once again let out a rumble, softer this time, and held out his hand to you.
“I'll help.”
His voice made you blink several times. You did your best to snap out of your stupor, but this time your eyes agreed to look at him, and the orangutan seemed delighted.
Just one more moment. It took another second, just one, to see your hand slip into his and before you knew it, you were back on your feet.
“Raka, we must go.”
The second voice surprised you a little. It sounded familiar and your eyes fell on a chimpanzee, a little further away, who had just finished saddling a horse. You frowned, your horse? You were trying to determine whether it was really yours, but the distance didn't allow you to be sure. There was only one way to find out.
So you whistled.
The horse shook its head and the chimpanzee didn't have time to grab the reins before your horse galloped off to meet you. They were going to take your horse… in exchange for a stack of apples?
You grabbed the reins and stroked the horse's neck as he snorted. He chewed the bit and blew heavily through his nostrils.
For a fraction of a second, you forgot about the two large apes who, from the sounds they were making, weren't particularly happy to have lost a chance of obtaining a second means of locomotion: in your peripheral vision, you could see another horse quietly grazing.
Your hands still knew what to do, and it didn't take you long to remove the bridle and bit from your horse's mouth.
“He doesn't like it.” you said simply.
And only silence answered you, so you showed the bridle to the two apes.
“The bit, he doesn't like it, he's not used to it.”
Your answer didn't seem to convince them. They stared at you, dumbstruck, and if you paid close enough attention, you could almost see their mouths hanging wide open. And that left you bewildered. What didn't they understand? You'd heard them talking, so that certainly wasn't the problem.
“You can't take my horse.” You went on, starting to remove the saddle.
It was becoming increasingly obvious that they were staring at you as if you'd just landed from the sky.
“If you want a horse, there's a wild herd to the south, past the river.” And you pointed in the right direction.
They remained silent as tombs, but the chimpanzee followed the direction you pointed with his eyes.
“Just be careful, the group's stallion isn't very friendly.” You thought it important to tell him.
Your gaze fell back on them and the orangutan, Raka, if you'd heard correctly, hadn't moved a muscle. The chimpanzee, on the other hand, was staring at you thoughtfully, as if he was trying to put together a puzzle with a missing piece. He then moved towards you inquisitively, perhaps, confused?
“Echo, speak?”
It was certainly the most surprising sentence you'd ever heard in your life.
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Danger Zone- Part 2
It's taken me a while, but here is the follow up for my Buddie fic. I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.
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Buddie Masterlist
Part 1
Summary: When Captain Gerrard takes charge of the 118, he targets each of the team. Specifically (Y/n), because she's pregnant. And his actions put her at risk.
Enjoy.
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Both (Y/n)'s hands gripped the edge of the bed to stop herself from tilting too far forward and falling off the bed. Her chin tilted down into her chest, her eyes fell closed and both her feet tapped against the floor, trying to keep herself balanced.
She didn't want to sit down but she didn't hold the strength to stay standing and she didn't want to feel uncomfortable sitting or lying on the bed. Perching on the end of the assessment bed was the best (Y/n) could do right now.
She felt Eddie move to stand in front of her with his thighs pushing up against her knees and when his hands found her shoulders, (Y/n) sighed. She pushed her head into Eddie's abdomen, taking a deep breath while she felt him kissing the top of her head.
"Still hurts?" Eddie murmured softly against her hair while his hands glided up and down her arms, dancing his fingertips across her skin leaving shivers in his wake.
"Yeah,"
Reaching her trembling hand up, (Y/n) shakily gripped Eddie's wrist and glided his hand down until his hand was resting against the left side of her abdomen where the pain was situated.
He began brushing his thumb against her stomach while his other hand cupped the back of her neck. He leaned over her, keeping his lips against the back of her head. Every now and then, Eddie could feel her trembling or shuddering against him and it made his shoulders slump.
He was hoping they wouldn't have to wait long for a doctor to come and assess (Y/n). The team had brought her into the emergency room and they had gone through the paramedic's entrance, bypassing the waiting room. That meant (Y/n) should get seen to sooner rather than having to wait around in the waiting room for a pre-assessment.
A gentle smile pulled at Eddie's lips when he felt a familiar pair of hands on his shoulders and a pair of lips kissing the back of his neck. Evan's chest was pressing down against his back, but all three of them looked towards the door when it opened and a doctor walked in.
"Hi (Y/n), okay the notes say you've been having some abdominal pain. Any bleeding?"
"A little." (Y/n) kept her eyes on the floor and her hands scrunched around the cover while she leaned her cheek into Eddie's chest. She could feel her skin heating up at the thought and the notion that she was bleeding. That couldn't be a good sign for their baby boy.
"And roughly how far along are you?"
"Thirty weeks."
"Okay, if you lay down we can do an ultrasound, see what's going on."
(Y/n) moved her hands behind her, pressing her palms down on the middle of the bed so she could try and shuffle backwards. She felt Evan help swing her legs up on the bed while Eddie moved to stand near the top of the bed but all their eyes locked on the small patch of blood soaked into the side of the bed.
"It's okay," Eddie murmured, pressing his lips to the top of her head while (Y/n) interlocked their hands and pulled his arm to press into her chest. It wasn't a lot of blood, it wasn't substancial or enough to warrant a full scale panic. Not yet.
Evan reached down to grip (Y/n)'s thigh warmly while his left hand curled around Eddie's bicep and he pushed into his boyfriend's side.
(Y/n) leaned up against the pillows and reached down to pull the hem of her shirt from where it was tucked into her trousers. She tilted her head down, realising that the shirt still had Eddie's cologne woven into the collar since it was his work shirt. She breathed in his scent and rolled the shirt up over her bump, but when she tried to skim her hands across her stomach, she pulled back quickly.
Her stomach was still throbbing with dull cramps and reaching for the baby was only going to panic her and get her worked up. She clung to Eddie's arm again and leaned her cheek against his bicep.
"Let's have a look."
Biting her lip, (Y/n) tried to stay still and stop from fidgeting when the cold gel was squeezed over her stomach and the sonogram pressed down, increasing the cramping pain she already felt.
They hadn't long had a scan two weeks ago and everything had been fine. They had another one booked for next week. Would they still need to attend that appointment, or would it be rescheduled? What if (Y/n) ended up having the baby early? Then she wouldn't need any more scans.
She was supposed to have another ten weeks left before having the baby, seven at the earliest. And they had had no problems up until now, except for the nosebleeds (Y/n) had frequently been getting.
This wasn't fair. If Bobby had still been in charge of the 118 this never would of happened. (Y/n) never would have been pushed to go out on serious calls and forced into helping in dangerous situations. She wouldn't have overworked herself. She wouldn't have been close enough to the blast to have a fall. She wouldn't have been told to get up, walk it off and carry on with her job without being properly assessed.
A jolt ran through (Y/n) when she heard the heartbeat. Part of her hadn't been expecting it. A small, wallowing part of (Y/n)'s mind had worried that as soon as they got here, there wouldn't be a heartbeat anymore. When Eddie checked back at the station it had been low and uneven.
"Okay, well baby's heartbeat is still lower than we'd like, but blood flow is good."
"What about the bleeding?" The panic couldn't be hidden from Evan's voice and he let go of (Y/n)'s thigh so he could rake his fingers over the back of his neck.
"The bloodloss and pains are because you've had a placental abruption, it's come away from the wall lining."
"How bad?"
"Up to now, it's not too dangerous. I'll get you something to stop the bleeding and perk up baby's heartbeat. If you settle in the next twenty four hours, we can think about discharging you."
(Y/n) twisted to look up at the boys and she couldn't stop her free hand from moving down to cradle her stomach. That was good. Talking about being discharged meant this wasn't life-threatening for the baby and they weren't about to lose their baby boy.
"But this means early maternity leave I'm afraid. You'll need to be on bed rest, no heavy lifting at all as that can strain the placenta. And we will have to schedule weekly check ups, this also might mean early labour, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
Relief pooled in (Y/n)'s eyes and she leaned forward to bury her face in Eddie's abdomen while his hand moved to cradle the back of her neck.
She would take early leave now, that wasn't a problem. (Y/n) didn't want to be around Gerrard any longer and if she was going to be restricted this much, there wasn't anything she would be able to do at the station. Even cleaning would be straining and (Y/n) was no use to any of them if she couldn't join in on calls and she couldn't even tidy up the station while they were gone.
If staying home was going to keep her and their boy safe, (Y/n) would gladly take her leave from work now. She might not be able to stay in bed for the next few weeks, but that was a problem for the boys to worry about later.
"Thank God," Evan mumbled under his breath while he turned to the left and pressed a kiss to the side of Eddie's neck.
"I'll go get the medications and then we can get you onto a ward."
Once she was out the room, (Y/n) twisted to look up at the boys and she managed a smile when Evan leaned over and pecked her lips while his hand moved down to skim across her stomach. His thumb glided across the top of her bump and he rested his temple down against hers, taking a moment to bask in the relief they were all feeling.
"He's okay."
"He's okay." Evan repeated with the same warm smile before he moved round to sit down beside her thigh. His hand stayed on her stomach while Eddie leaned over and pecked her temple.
"You do realise that bed rest means you aren't allowed to do anything, right? Shopping, cleaning, taking Chris to school, that's our job now."
(Y/n) bit down on her lower lip and looked up at Eddie through her lashes as if it would make him change his mind, but his arched brow made her sigh and nod. Neither of them were going to give in on this. If they went home after this and found (Y/n) trying to do more than she should or pushing herself too far they wouldn't be happy.
They needed her to stay home and actually rest and take it easy, she couldn't be stressing or worrying, she needed to let the boys look after her and sort everything.
"Alright."
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Leaning his head to the right, Evan laid his head on Eddie's shoulder as the pair of them made a slow descent down the corridor. He nudged his nose against the collar of Eddie's shirt while his fingers rhythmically tapped against the back of Eddie's hand where their hands were entwined between them. And his other hand was tapping away around the soggy paper cup full of black coffee that tasted rather bitter.
"You good?" Eddie murmured softly, glancing his eyes down to his boyfriend cuddled up into his side.
"Hm."
Eddie kissed the top of his head while they turned the corner, heading back down towards (Y/n)'s room. The three of them had spent the night here at the hospital and although they had all been worried, it had been strangely relieving to get away from Gerrard and all the mess at the station.
No one badgered them here. No one yelled at them or told them to stop if they so much as looked at each other. They didn't have to steal kisses or the brief gliding together of hands. They weren't being pushed to their limits. No one was trying to make (Y/n) overwork herself or arguing with the boys when they defended her.
But none of this would of happened in the first place if Bobby had still been in charge of the station.
They barely got three feet down the corridor before Evan lifted his head from Eddie's shoulder and almost dropped the coffee in his hand.
"Bobby!" Shock and surprise flooded his voice and he hastily dropped Eddie's hand and twisted to thrust his coffee at his boyfriend who had no choice but o take the cup before it splashed to the floor.
Evan could feel a grin spreading across his face and he felt somewhat like a child as he picked up the pace and headed down the corridor to meet Bobby. Neither he nor Eddie had called Bobby yet. They didn't know how to explain what had happened yesterday without riling up their old Captain.
As soon as he was within reach, Evan pulled Bobby into a crushing hug and grinned wider when he felt Bobby hold him back just as tight.
"Hey kid. You both okay?" He looked between Evan and Eddie who stepped closer with a soft, lopsided smile and a coffee in each hand.
He leaned over to place them down on the window ledge at his side and Eddie felt an overwhelming wave of relief when Bobby released Evan and pulled Eddie in for a hug instead. He patted Eddie on the back and when they finally parted, Bobby cocked one hip to the side and planted both hands down on his hips just above his belt.
"We're alright."
"Who called you?" There was a tentative look on Eddie's face as he shoved one hand in his pocket and used the other to scratch the back of his neck. He knew either Hen, Chimney or possibly Ravi had tattled on Gerrard and told Bobby what happened. One of them would have explained because all of them would be reprimanded if Gerrard had his way.
Evan went against a direct order and came down to the hospital with (Y/n), and he spoke out of term with Gerrard and lost his temper. Eddie had swore at him too and threatened to report him. Chimney went against orders and drove the ambulance and Hen went along for the ride and ignored her Captain. They were all going to get in some sort of trouble if they didn't call Bobby for help and guidance.
"Hen. Apparently she and Chim drove back to the station, grabbed their stuff and left shift on a strike. The B shift had to come in early and cover. You would not believe the phone calls I've had this morning."
"Sounds fun."
"How's (Y/n)?"
He almost dreaded to ask. He had been a little upset that neither Eddie or Evan had rung him to explain what had happened, but he understood they were busy and panicking about other things right now. And at least Hen had given Bobby the full update so he could try and do something for them all.
"She's doing better, pains have finally gone and she's not been sick. The baby's heartbeat isn't evening out though and her BP's 145/95. They can't release her yet, she's staying in for observation until everything settles."
"Oh dear." Bobby sighed through his nose and looked down at his feet for a moment. That was very high blood pressure, especially for a pregnant lady.
Both men were relieved when, after being here for a few hours, (Y/n) said the cramps had stopped and the pain relief had calmed her down a lot. The aching in her stomach and the twisting cramps faded out and they were replaced with the baby kicking and wriggling which was a good sign they all relished.
Throughout the night and into the morning the nurse had been in and out of the room to check the baby's heartbeat. No one had been happy to hear it was still lower than it should be, which was a warning sign. (Y/n) couldn't be discharged in case the heartbeat dropped any lower or something went wrong with their boy.
And with (Y/n)'s blood pressure being rather high, going home wasn't an option. She could have another bleed or start getting contractions, it wasn't safe to go home yet.
"Hey, who- who's that?" Evan reached out for Bobby's arm and squeezed while he tilted his chin down, nodding in the direction of the man he'd only just noticed stood a few feet down the corridor.
He was in uniform. The LAFD logo was on the right breast of his jacket and he was stood with his arms folded behind his back, looking to be waiting patiently for their interaction to be over. Clearly he was here with Bobby or to see the boys, it couldn't be a coincidence, he couldn't be here to see anyone else on this floor.
"This is Foreman. Hen and Chim spoke to the Chief so he's sent Foreman out to carry out an investigation, is now a good time to talk to (Y/n)?"
Both Eddie and Evan turned to look at one another, exchanging worried looks. This is what they wanted, they needed someone to take them seriously and to listen and understand that Gerrard had taken things too far this time. But (Y/n) wasn't in the best condition right now. If this officer asked too many questions or he upset (Y/n) or started arguing and didn't believe her, he could make her worse.
"Does he believe us?" Evan's question was fair. They had to know whether he was going to take them seriously or if he had already decided that Gerrard was in the right. If that was the case, his questions were going to be impertinent and crude and of no help and would only upset (Y/n).
"He's impartial and he'll take you all seriously, I promise."
When they nodded, Bobby waved a hand behind him to beckon the officer closer. He was from the Chief's personal rank, he was impartial to all of the fire stations and he was here to do an internal investigation. He wasn't taking sides and he wasn't going to cause problems, he was here to resolve them.
But before he got near the door, Eddie twisted to be in front of him and lifted his chin so they were eye level.
"If you get out of line or upset her, you leave." It wasn't a question or a request, it was a demand. Eddie wouldn't let this man walk in there and start accusing (Y/n) or talking to her as if she had done something wrong.
If he spiked her blood pressure or brought back her cramps or panicked her in any way, they would forcibly remove him. They didn't care who he was or how high he ranked in the department. He didn't have a high standing in here.
He didn't seem impressed but either way, he silently nodded in agreement and followed the three of them inside the room.
(Y/n) lifted her head, a smile fluttering across her face when she saw her boys and her grin widened when she noticed Bobby following them in. but a shiver crawled down her spine and she took a sharp breath when she watched a stranger follow them in.
Who was that? Why was he in the uniform with their logo? What was he here for? Was she in trouble for what happened yesterday?
The cold fingers of dread scratched down the back of her neck and slithered around to her stomach until she felt Evan's hand slide into her own as he sat down in the chair beside the bed. His smile calmed her down and when he pulled her hand to kiss the back of her knuckles, she knew she wasn't in trouble for anything.
"Hi, I heard there was some trouble yesterday." Bobby spoke softly and leaned over to kiss (Y/n)'s temple before he moved to stand to one side. While Eddie stood next to Evan's chair, arms folded over his chest and one brow arched. He wasn't happy about this, but he knew it needed to be done now.
They had to do this investigation quick before Gerrard tried to fudge the paperwork or come up with excuses and get each of them done for insubordination. None of them deserved to be persecuted.
"This is Foreman, he's doing an investigation into what happened yesterday." Bobby's smile calmed (Y/n) down somewhat, but it didn't dull down all of her nerves.
Just looking at the stranger made (Y/n)'s skin crawl and had her shuddering in panic. He stood at the right side of the bed near to Bobby with all sets of eyes directly on him, waiting for his impertinent questions and his prodding and poking.
(Y/n) nodded, but she didn't say anything. She wasn't sure what to say and she wasn't sure she would have the answers. Her stomach was starting to twist and ache already and she tightened her hand in the groove of Evan's fingers, pulling his hand to her chest so she could have something to focus her attention on.
"Okay, I've been told there was an incident on the job yesterday afternoon, what was the scene you were called out to?"
Foreman glanced his eyes between the three of them. In any normal situation he would have interviewed all three of them separately down at their station. Save the risk of them gathering together to come up with a storyline or one of them feeling like they couldn't speak freely with the others around. But that couldn't happen.
If he wanted to interview them swiftly then it had to be done here at the hospital because they didn't know when (Y/n) was going to be discharged. And she wasn't going to talk unless her partners were here in the room to calm her down. At least Bobby was an impartial witness, he hadn't been on scene or witnessed what happened. He was here to support his- former- team and he could be an independent witness.
"A high code building fire, three floors engulfed in flames." Her free hand moved to trace patterns up and down Evan's wrist and arm.
Evan gently reeled their entwined hands away from (Y/n)'s chest so he could press a soft kiss to the back of her knuckles. His free hand was already attached in the bed cover, twisting and scrunching it up in his fist to keep himself occupied and stop from messing about and distracting anyone.
Both of them glanced their eyes up at Eddie when they heard him mutter "Complete shit-show," beneath his breath and by the look Foreman gave them, he heard too. But he didn't comment.
"Should you have been on scene? Your file says you're on restricted duties now, that entails you not participating in active calls and the dangerous aspects of the job. Do you understand the rules surrounding restricted duties?"
(Y/n) sharply darted her eyes up from her hands to look at the stranger in the room. Was he being serious? Did he think she was stupid or insubordinate?
If she didn't understand the rules then she would have asked for them to be written out for her, but it would make her rather dense and not fit for the job if she couldn't understand basic restrictions. She had read the policies the state had on maternity leave and restricted duties and (Y/n) knew and agreed with them all. It was to protect her and her baby, who Gerrard had actively tried to harm by ignoring and bending the rules.
"Are you calling me thick?" She barked the snappy response before she could bite it back and she felt Evan's hand tighten in her own.
His lips were pursed to stop himself from making a rude remark at the idiot running this investigation. And he felt Eddie's hand give his shoulder a tight squeeze, indicating he too had very little resolve left.
"No, I'm required to ask and make sure you had all the information given to you. If you didn't understand all the requirements for restricted duties, you wouldn't be at fault for anything that happened-"
"I'm not stupid, I'm pregnant and running into a fire in my condition wouldn't be very wise, would it? And I didn't go into the building, I refused."
"She was on scene because our superior gave the order for her to join us. Either she came along to the scene or she got done for ignoring a direct order." Evan wouldn't have this man stand there and have a go at (Y/n) or pretend any of this was down to her. She hadn't done anything wrong and they needed everyone to see that. They needed everyone to see what Gerrard had done.
"Was that normal, to be told by your Captain to join potentially risky scenes?"
"Yes." (Y/n) sank her teeth into her lower lip and looked down at her stomach. "Check the call logs, I was always told to go out with the rest of the team. If I said I was tired, or- or it was too much, then I was a slacker, holding them back. So I tried not to complain."
It was always logged who stayed behind at the station and who went out on calls. Each one would show (Y/n) joined them every single time. It didn't matter whether the calls tired her out or put her under strain, Gerrard told her to join. And if she didn't, she was laughed at by their temporary Captain and made out to be a slacker not pulling her weight and always dragging behind.
"What did Gerrard say referring to the scene yesterday? Did he ask you to join, give a direct order… was his manner appropriate?"
"Appropriate?" Eddie scoffed until his name was quietly but firmly whispered by Bobby.
A silent inclination that he needed to keep his cool and not blow a fuse right now. This was an investigation, this was someone taking Gerrard's demanour seriously and trying to help them. But Eddie couldn't help but despise these type of questions. They may be relevant but they were directed more at (Y/n) than pointing any sort of blame in Gerrard's direction.
"Oh come on. He told her if she doesn't 'mess up' then she won't be in danger. I think this classes as dangerous."
(Y/n) slowly slid her hand out of Evan's grip and reached out to take Eddie's hand instead. Her other hand began to drag up and down the back of her neck, scratching her nails deeply into her skin to try and calm down. She didn't want Eddie getting angry, it wasn't worth the upset and she could see him getting riled up enough that he was about to blow a fuse at any moment.
"I was told to pull my weight and go with the team." Her hand moved round from her neck to drag across her forehead instead.
She was beginning to feel a headache forming behind her eyes like a raging storm rolling in. This conversation wasn't doing any of them any good, but it had to be done. Sooner was better than later to get this resolved and (Y/n) knew this was going to make her uncomfortable no matter when or where they had this conversation.
At least talking about this now, in a hospital, was preferable in case it skyrocketed (Y/n)'s blood pressure or made her queasy.
"Did you go into the building the 118 were actively trying to put out?" Foreman was jotting notes down in a notebook and it made all of them feel unnerved.
Evan felt a great urge to get up and try to see what was being written down. He was skilled at reading upside down from the amount of times he had managed to read his teacher's writing when they were doing reports on him. His ADHD brain was very quick at things like that, but taking in conversations always took him a delayed second or two so he could work out what was being said.
He didn't like this Foreman writing things down and not telling them what notes he was making. Evan wanted to know if he was trying to point this at (Y/n) or if he was actually doing the job he was supposed to and writing up Gerrard for all the wrongdoings he had done. All the times he had persecuted them and victimised (Y/n) just for being pregnant and with two men.
"No, I refused… Captain Gerrard, he- he said if I didn't help he'd reprimand me. I didn't go inside, I was moving the hose when a blast happened."
Her hand tightened around Eddie's and she pushed herself to sit up a bit straighter to try and ease the tension in her back. She wanted to get up and move around. If she was being honest, (Y/n) wanted to get up and run. She wanted to escape this room and this conversation and wish this could be sorted out without talking to her at all. Why couldn't they just telepathically find out what went on? That would be so much easier.
"And that blast is the reason you're here right now?" Foreman seemed to scribble with a bit more vigour when (Y/n) nodded. "I have to ask, what injuries you have, and if a doctor can confirm they are a direct result of the scene yesterday?"
She didn't want to answer that. (Y/n) didn't want to answer anymore questions, but she knew she didn't have a choice. Her free hand started to feather up and down her stomach that was keeping her gaze so intently fixed. But she felt Eddie give her hand a light squeeze before he answered for her.
"Go ask the nurse. She had a placental abruption and haemorrhaging, caused by the fall." Eddie had checked (Y/n) over himself, he listened to their baby's heartbeat back at the station yesterday. If it had been that bad the day before or a few days prior, they could of lost their baby.
(Y/n) couldn't have suffered the abruption or bleeding any earlier than the blast or she would of been in mass agony and everyone on shift would agree that she had been fine up until that fall.
"Okay, and did you seek medical attention on the scene?"
It was as if that question touched a raw nerve for (Y/n). Eddie felt the way she shuddered and clenched tighter on his hand and his frown deepened when he realised her other hand was back to raking along her neck. She was scratching deep enough to leave specks of blood in her wake and rake up flecks of skin beneath her nails.
"What is it, sweetheart?" Evan's voice was soft while he reached out to give her a thigh a gentle squeeze.
Both men watched how (Y/n) looked down at her bump, avoiding eye contact with each and every one of them in the room. There was something she didn't want to admit, something she didn't want to say but knew deep down that she had to.
She almost jumped when Evan edged his chair closer until his knees nudged against the bedframe and he could lean over to tenderly press a chaste kiss to her bare shoulder. But he sucked in a deep breath when (Y/n) leaned her cheek on top of his head and sniffed, trying her best not to slip into a fit of tears.
"Mi amor?"
Eddie's eyes locked with hers as she tightened her hold on his hand until he could barely feel his fingertips, and her other hand locked around Evan's bicep. She was clinging to them both and the look in her eyes was frightening because she was worried. But Eddie couldn't tell whether she was worried about what Foreman would think, or about the reaction he and Evan would have to whatever she was about to say.
"Gerrard told us- me and firefighter Wilson, to walk it off."
It felt so silly to say it outloud, because that wasn't something any of them were expecting.
Bobby's arms dropped from his chest and the deep breath he sucked in was combined with his upper lip that was curling up. He knew Gerrard, he knew how crude and careless he could be, but Bobby didn't think that would extend to the safety of his team. He thought Gerrard would be cautious, that if something happened to one of his team that he would get them checked out.
More to the point, that he would get (Y/n) checked out specifically because she was pregnant and although Gerrard saw her as a burden, he knew if she was hurt on the job that repercussions would happen. It would of been in his best interest to feign concern and get (Y/n) seen to by a medic so he couldn't be accused of malpractice like he was clearly going to be after this.
(Y/n) lifted her head when Evan pulled away from her shoulder and she watched the way he seemed to shake with anger that was seeping off of him in huge waves. But when she glanced up at Eddie, she hated the way he tutted and dragged both his hands up and down his face like he wanted to wake himself up from this nightmare.
"Walk it off?" Evan echoed, astounding disbelief in his tone.
How dare he.
How dare Gerrard say something like that to (Y/n) when she had been hurt. Evan had come out just after (Y/n) got up from the blast, he had seen how it had shaken her up and how even Hen was off-put by the blast. Telling her to walk it off meant he truly had a grudge against them and didn't care about the wellbeing of his workers.
"He told you that?"
"Wilson said she'd examine me, but he s- he said I wasn't screaming, so I was fine." A feeble laugh echoed past her lips and she looked down at her stomach that she was starting to draw patterns over when the baby kicked up a fuss.
Maybe nothing would have come of Hen examining her, maybe (Y/n) wouldn't have displayed any immediate symptoms and Hen would have given her the all clear to continue. But at the very least, if there had been any warning signs, Hen was capable enough to pick up on them.
And she would have told (Y/n) to rest and go get checked out at the hospital anyway, just to be safe. She would have pushed (Y/n) in the direction of the paramedics rather than Gerrard forcing her to head back to the station with the rest of the team as if nothing had happened.
"Why didn't you go seek help anyway?"
(Y/n) couldn't help the way she cringed, because he was right.
She should have gone to any paramedic on sight to get a quick once over. She should have gone against Gerrard and gotten help. She should have ignored the false signs that she was okay and gone with her gut that told her something might have come from a fall.
But she didn't. (Y/n) did what she was told because she knew Gerrard was the type to write her up for misconduct and going against a direct order. Gerrard would of done whatever he could to make her life harder and he would of fudged the paperwork so it looked like (Y/n) was causing problems. She tried to keep the peace and in the process, she had put her baby boy at risk.
She didn't realise she was crying until Evan reached out and tenderly brushed the tears away.
"And get a record of action against me? He's the Captain, I- I, we can't disagree with him. Barton made his displeasure known and Gerrard suspended him. I didn't feel safe to disagree. I should of gone to the medics-"
"No. He put you at risk and he denied medical attention, he had no right to do that." Bobby's hand found (Y/n)'s shoulder and he gave a tender squeeze while he tilted his head down to look at her. She had no need to feel guilty. Gerrard had a responsibility to look after everyone on his team and by ordering her to carry on and refusing her getting help, he had caused all of this.
He had put her and her baby in danger and he shouldn't be a Captain if he was going to pull stunts like that.
"Come on. He was about to shout at her in front of the whole damn station before she collapsed. And when she collapsed he tried to tell her to go home if she was going to 'cause a scene'. What more do you need?"
"I told him (Y/n) couldn't go near that fire and he told me I wasn't in charge and then he threatened to suspend me for trying to take her to hospital." The anger in Evan's voice was unmatched by any memory (Y/n) could think of, she had never seen him or Eddie so riled up.
"Can we stop now?" (Y/n)'s voice was feeble and her breathing hitched when she wiped her hand beneath her nose, horrified to see a streak of blood on the back of her fingers.
She was having another nosebleed. They had become a constant companion during this pregnancy, but (Y/n) didn't want anymore bleeding. She was scarred after seeing that blood yesterday and having the fright for the first time that maybe, she might lose their baby boy.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she clamped her hand beneath her nose and looked over at Evan with such a pleading look in her wide eyes that he found himself unable to breathe.
"We're done." Eddie's words were firm and not to be trifled with and he turned his back on Foreman.
He snatched a handful of tissue from the box on the side and perched down on the side of the bed, gently moving (Y/n)'s hand so he could hold the tissue beneath her nose.
They were done answering questions. This investigation had done enough in upsetting (Y/n) and Eddie would bet anything that this had spiked (Y/n)'s blood pressure even higher than before. They wanted to take her home, not give the doctors anymore reasons to keep her here. Stressing her out wasn't going to do any good and she had answered all the important questions.
This man could go and talk to Hen for confirmation on what they'd just told him and then he could go to the devil himself and see what Gerrard had to say about all of this.
(Y/n) let her eyes fall closed as she tucked her head into Evan's shoulder, shuffling as close to the edge as she could to be next to him. She felt his arm swoop around her waist and his lips pressed against the top of her head, softly kissing her hair. While Eddie kept the tissues beneath her nose and moved his other hand to cradle the side of her stomach.
She didn't need anymore stress, she needed her boys to look after her.
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Beach Bears
The cold water felt good on my feet as the waves washed in and out. The sun warmed my skin as I stood at the edge of the beach. It was finally summer, the season where the ladies pull out their bikinis and I get to show off all the hard work I put into my abs over the winter. I finally got to wear my new orange speedo, it was a little big but the drawstring made it so it wouldn't fall down. It still showed off my ass well so I didn't care. I tried to convince my friend Leo to get a speedo too but he was hesitant. Although he did get a short pair of swim shorts, so he'll still be able to show off for the ladies.
"C'mon Leo, let's go already!" I yelled, waiting for my friend to join me in the water.
"Ya ya I'm coming!" He yelled back as he ran towards me.
We both slowly walked into the water together, it was cold but refreshing. We stopped just as the water reached our upper thigh, working up the courage to go deeper. In the meantime, I looked around to see if we had any catches nearby.
"Bingo!" I said to Leo as I tapped his shoulder. "Right there. Red bikinis." I pointed at two ladies swimming nearby.
"Slow down man, they're like ten years older than us. No way they want us around." Leo hesitated.
"Dude, were like almost 20, were basically adults. Just follow my lead." I said as I dragged towards the two women.
"Hey ladies. Need company to keep you warm?" I said, trying to lower my voice to sound smooth.
The women looked at each other and giggled quietly. One of them slowly walked up to me and put her hand on my shoulder.
"Why don't you two go a little deeper. We're gonna get some sunscreen and we'll be right back." She said as she softly slid her hand down my arm. She then brushed her hand across my cheek and over my mouth. It left a sweet taste in my lips. I saw the other woman do the same to Leo as they started to swim back to the shore.
"Holy shit! Holy shit!" I said excitedly to Leo. He smiled back at me and we both went deeper to wait for the ladies to come back.
I laid on my back, floating on the surface of the water. My head was turning with all of the things I should say, or the things I should do when they come back. I didn't even notice myself mentally drifting away. It was getting harder to think, it was hard to tell how much time had passed. I felt comfortable as a warm sensation filled my body.
As I was floating, I turned my head to face Leo. It looked like he was mindlessly floating like I was, but something seemed off. His belly is sticking out a bit. At first it just looked like he took a big breath in, but then it never flattened back out to his normal abs. In fact it just kept growing. It swelled until it looked like he ate a basketball. I could even see fat love handles spilling over his waist, acting as floating devices for his growing body. I should have been terrified, or at least curious about what was happening but something about it felt normal.
I continued to watch Leo change, I felt mesmerized and paralyzed at the same time. His flat pecs grew into a pair of strong but soft pecs that complemented his gut. His once skinny and defined arms ballooned into strong biceps, and thick man hands. His legs and his ass plumped a lot too, making it look like his swim shorts were about to burst. Even his feet looked like they grew six sizes.
I started to feel butterflies in my stomach. Like the feeling I get when I look at a hot woman, but I couldn't take my eyes off Leo. Finally, I watched his lovely hair fall out, leaving a bald head behind. Then his clean shaven face quickly grew a thick and bushy beard that covered the double chin that had formed under his face. His features seemed to roughen up, giving him the appearance of a tough man in his late thirties.
As I stared at Leo, I noticed I was struggling to stay afloat. My body was sinking and my head was barely above water. I usually have no trouble floating, why is my body sinking like a rock all of a sudden. I go to stand up, and something doesn't feel right. I could even touch the bottom before, now the water only reaches my chest when I stand up straight. I looked down, feeling the scruff of my beard rub against my chest. Wait... I don't have a beard, why do I have a beard. When I looked down, I noticed my chest sticking out much further than it usually does. My pecs were thick and padded, and my stomach had a thick layer of muscle but it was hidden under a layer of fat. My arms were massive, It made me feel so strong. My biceps were so thick that I had to spread my arms so they don't rub against my sides. My hands had gotten so thick, I felt like I could grip a basketball with one hand.
I started to walk towards Leo, as my mind began to feel less foggy. My memories started to come back to me. I had to stop and undo the strap on my speedo, because it felt like it was squeezing me to death. I think I'll need a new one anyway, this one felt like it was crushing my dick with every step. It also shocked me how much I had to spread my legs while walking, leg day has been paying off with these thick thighs but man is it annoying sometimes.
"Wake up, babe." I said to Leo as I shook him. He snorted a bit before jumping awake. "You look so cute when you wake up." I said as I leaned in for a kiss. I loved the fuzzy feeling of his beard rubbing against my lips. He always asks me if I'm okay with him growing out his beard but I'm always adamant that I love it, I don't think I'll ever let him shave it off.
I saw his cheeks turn a bit red from the compliment. He was always so easily flattered.
"We should go back and put on some sunscreen before you burn your head again." I said as I dragged him back to the shore.
I grabbed his hand as we got to the shore, Leo always had trouble with his balance with the waves hitting his feet. His balance gets worse the bigger his belly gets, not that I mind his belly though. I've made sure to feed him well ever since we started dating. That metabolism of his will give out one day and it'll be easier for me to fatten him up.
As we got to the beach, I heard a couple of girls giggling nearby. "You guys are so cute together!" One of them yelled out. Leo blushed and looked away, and I just gave them a wink as we walked back to our beach towels.
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Not like this II Charles Leclerc x Reader (Mafia AU)
SUMMARY: After losing everything you seek out your biggest and longest-standing enemy to finish it all.
WARNING: Violence, blood, mentions of death
A/N: I've always wanted to write a Mafia imagine and I've had this idea in the drafts for like 2 years now and finally decided to write it out so here it is ;)
Thud.
Charles's eyes snapped open at the loud noise originating from his living room. His hand immediately clasped the gun that rested under his pillow as he listened out for anything else.
The shuffling that followed was enough to have him getting out of bed silently as he made his way around his bedroom.
He could hear someone grunting. He opened his door, darkness enveloped the living room the only light being from the large windows which surrounded it.
"For fuck's sake." He heard someone whisper and he thought he recognized the voice but it simply couldn't be right?
He walked further into the living room, seeing someone's feet disappear behind the coffee table. He silently took more steps toward whoever was there.
"Before you kill me could you at least get me a drink? Anything with Whiskey will do." Charles heard as you spoke breathless from your spot on the floor.
He finally closed the distance standing by your feet in fact confirming it was you. His gun still pointed right at your head.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Charles asked annoyed.
"Ugh." you sighed. "Long story but your guards are really sh*t you know, killed them both in no time." You laughed, being stopped by a painful grunt.
Charles turned on the lamp on the table by the end of the couch providing enough light for him to see the trail of blood you'd left along with the pool of blood forming on his white carpet.
"You're ruining my carpet." Charles scoffed putting his gun away.
"Least I could do before letting you kill me." You shrugged, your breathing only getting heavier.
"What do you mean letting me kill you?" Charles asked as he moved away and around his apartment. You weren't able to see what he was doing from your spot on the floor where you'd decided to rest.
"We got attacked...idk who they are but- Fuck-" You grunted in pain again after moving slightly. "They are powerful Charles, they killed us ...every single one of us."
"Not you." Charles spoke from afar.
"Basically did." You laughed which you soon regretted with the pain it brought you. The gunshot to your stomach kept spurting blood despite you pressing hard on it.
"So why did you come here apart from dirtying my place?" Charles asked again, you could hear him opening and closing cupboards.
"Well you know...figured this ongoing battle we had going on, to see who would kill who first...Well, I'm gonna die anyway so I might as well let you win." You shuffled so your back rested on the couch and you could sit up slightly not caring one bit about covering the white couch with your blood.
Charles came back into view holding a bottle of whiskey, along with tongs, bandages, and a suture kit.
"Not my fucking couch!" Charles yelled annoyed.
"What's that for?" You asked but Charles didn't bother answering before he ripped your shirt from the side effortlessly allowing him to see your wound.
"Won't even invite me a drink first?" You joked, but your humor was short-lived as Charles pushed your hand away pouring the liquid over it.
"FU-" your voice was muffled as Charles put a rag on your mouth letting you bite down on it.
Charles didn't waste time as he disinfected the tools before sticking them in your wound looking for the bullet.
You writhed around in pain and despite this not being the first bullet you've taken somehow this one felt more painful.
"Stay Still." Charles demanded making you roll your eyes at him.
After what felt like forever he finally took the bullet out showing it to you before throwing it on the already bloodied carpet.
"I hate you." You spit the ragout and panted as you tried to steady your breath.
"Shut up." Charles's focus stayed on your body as he began sowing your wound shut.
"Why are you even doing this?" You asked.
Charles didn't answer you and you wondered what he was thinking about.
"Shit-" You hissed at the pain from the needle and thread going through you.
"Done." he avoided your eyes as he got up gathering everything up with him and moving away again.
"Charles-" you called out.
You still didn't have the strength to get up and go after him but a few seconds later Charles came back with water and a pill.
"Take this." He placed them both on the table in front of you before turning to walk away again.
"Charles answer me." You said more firmly this time.
He stopped in his tracks before turning around to face you. "If I'm gonna kill you...it'll be after a fair fight." He answered.
"Charles I have nothing left." You said, this time not caring how weak your voice sounded or the way your eyes watered in front of him. "Didn't you hear me? They killed all of my people." it pained you, truly did to think of all of the loyal men and women that were gone in a single night. "They think I'm dead too so just finish the job...please" you begged, something you'd never done before.
Charles didn't speak for a few seconds, avoiding your eyes again. "Drink that. I'll get the guest room ready since I can't ask my men to do it."
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Napping Roomie
I came home to my roommate closing the fridge wearing nothing but a pair of blue underwear. He did this often, not that I cared. In fact, I actually really enjoyed it. I'd come home to him in a pair of sweatpants, free-balling it with a semi while playing video games and every time he'd make a successful goal or a multi-kill he'd celebrate while that snake pressed against the fabric. Plus, I couldn't complain because he really helped me when I was in a tight spot - offering up his spare room when I couldn't find a place to stay while I was in school.
"Hey man, I was just about to take a nap." He said, walking towards his room.
"No problem, just getting home. I hope it's alright, but I invited someone over in a little."
"No worries, man. I sleep like a rock." He laughed, waving me off and disappearing into his room.
It took thirty minutes for my friend to arrive. Jerry was a larger guy, tall and stocky, and he was my best friend. He brought over some groceries he wasn't using since he mentioned he was going on a trip. Not sure where, figured he'd tell me sooner or later.
"Is Devon here?" He asked, putting more items in the fridge and then some dry goods in the pantry.
"Yeah, he's taking a nap. He looked tired when I came home."
"Oh, sick. I've got something to show you." Jerry walked over to the door and poked his head inside. He closed the door quietly with the biggest shit eating grin I had ever seen.
"What is wrong with you, dude?" I asked with a laugh. He waved me over and I joined him. He started to strip leaving his clothes outside the door before going in. "Hey, what the hell?"
"Shhh, just follow me." He started to creep into the bedroom and I protested with quiet huffs before following him in. We closed the door and could see Devon passed out on his bed. His cock was poking out one leg and then his balls the other. This was enough to make my cock twitch and I felt a warmth at my neck.
"Watch this." Jerry went around the bed and rubbed his hands together before reaching for his cock. I was wide eyed and hard, but frozen in fear and confusion. I watched him pull his thick meat out from his Calvin's and then shove a hand right into the tip. I don't mean like the tip of it, or even a finger, he shoved his whole hand inside. Devon's cock grew hard instantly, his hand making it bulge. His face shifted, turning into slight discomfort, but nothing that was going to wake him up. Then I watched him shove his other hand inside. His arms were suddenly deep inside his cock, the thick rod growing in size as he wriggled his way in.��
"What the fuck?" I gasped.
"Don't worry. He's fine." Jerry whispered. He bent forward, sticking his head between his arms and then pushing his head into his tip. Devon started to writhe, but Jerry kept going. Jumping up and in, his body looked like a cartoon as it expanded his cock and then his body. his stomach bloated, his chest puffed up, even his legs expanded as Jerry disappeared and started pushing himself into each of his limbs. Devon's eyes fluttered and his mouth hung open, a bit of drool coming out as Jerry made his body his home and suddenly it stopped. Devon's musculature returned to the toned sexy body that was napping there before. Devon popped an eye open and that same shit eating grin I had seen on Jerry before appeared on him.
"What the fuck just happened?" I held my legs together to keep the boner from showing.
"Just a little something I picked up from a witch on the corner." He hopped out of the bed and wobbled once he got to his feet.
"Holy shit this is wild." I said, reaching out and touching him.
"Oh fuck that feels good." Jerry said through Devon, shivering.
"Sorry, I -"
"No. Keep doing it." He pulled my hand close to him and then grabbed my other hand. He pressed them against his chest and I squeezed, feeling the muscular mounds under my palms. Flexing, he pulled me back onto the bed and then wrapped his arms around me, going in for a kiss. I fell to the side, making out with my roommate who was now being controlled by my best friend. I could feel him press against me, the blue underwear slowly being peeled off as I reached down and grabbed a hand full of his plump ass. I couldn't control myself, as we made out I kept pushing myself closer, grinding my hips into him until he was turning around.
"Fuck me as hard as you want?" He said, reaching back and squeezing his ass. I leaned into him, kissing his back as I aligned the tip of my cock with his hole. I was slow to push into him, my cock head popping in and I could see his back muscles react.
"Fuck yes." We said in unison as I pushed my whole shaft inside. I let it throb inside, leaning over and laying on him as he was on all fours. He tensed his hole, making me whimper. I pushed myself up, held onto his hips and started thrusting hard. Each slip out and in again felt better than the last and he arched his back in pleasure. Both of us moaned as I slammed myself against him, feeling the euphoric feeling sneak up on me and suddenly I was exploding inside of him. Filling up his hole, we both moaned and the sensation of me busting inside of him caused his cock to erupt, leaving a wet streak along the sheets.
"Holy shit. I didn't think things would feel this crazy inside another person." Jerry said, panting as he rolled over.
"That was amazing." I was also panting, a bit more aggressively from the thrusting.
"I should probably hop out of him. I feel him waking up." Jerry said, jumping up and squatting bit. I watched a hand suddenly appear from his ass, grabbing ahold of his ankles and pulling himself out. The wet squelching was insane as Jerry appeared as his naked self once more. Devon passed out and I pushed him onto the bed. I quickly pushed him into the same position he was in and then met Jerry outside of the door as he was getting ready.
"We should do that again some time." He said, slipping on his shirt.
"Oh, we should do it again and again. that was incredible." I could hear stirring from inside and we ran over to the couch, turning it onto something random. With one final glance at each other, Devon walked out and he had no idea what had just happened between us.
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The Younger Kind Part 10 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: You and Bradley have chemistry in spades, and you doubt anyone else could make you feel this good. Bradley is more than willing to beg for you, and you're more than willing to let him. But a phone call in the afterglow leaves you hoping you're enough for them and wondering how anyone could ever pass up being with Bradley and Noah.
Warnings: Smut, angst, swearing, fluff, and age gap (18+)
Length: 3600 words
Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader
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You and Bradley had been teasing each other all night, both physically and verbally. Nobody else could turn you on like this with their words. Nobody else even came close.
The banter was so sexy. You wondered if he felt this way when he went out with women he met on the app. Right from the start, you had noticed that the two of you seemed to click, and it had only gotten better over the past few weeks. When he wasn't pissing you off, of course.
You were soaking wet, no doubt getting his lounge pants messy through the lace thong you were wearing. He wasn't even touching you right now, and you were on the verge of moaning for him. When you hand fed him two of your four Skittles, you quickly ate the other two to keep your mouth otherwise occupied.
But, oh, he seemed to be following the same set of instructions that you were. Thank goodness.
"Come here, Princess," Bradley growled, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling your body against him. His naked torso was muscular and warm, and you ran your fingers across his shoulders as he said, "Tell me what you want."
He made you feel bold. You dragged the tip of your tongue along Bradley's lips and whispered, "I want you, Daddy."
Without fail, that possessive look returned to his brown eyes. Something profound happened to this man when you called him Daddy, and you never wanted it to stop.
"I think about you all the damn time," he whispered, kissing you softly on the lips while his fingers dug into your lower back. He was hard in his sweatpants where you rubbed yourself gently against him. Your eyes drifted closed as his lips found your neck.
"Oh," you gasped, your fingers tangling in his messy hair as you pressed closer against him. His coarse mustache and soft lips felt so good, you thought you might float away. You tried to open your eyes and focus on him, tried to ground yourself before you became a needy mess, but you couldn't.
He was everywhere. Everything smelled like him, and you briefly wondered if it was his shampoo or detergent or something else. Then his hands on your waist were moving up, taking the borrowed shirt with them, exposing your belly where he splayed on big hand.
"Mmm, Princess," he mumbled, working his lips along your jaw and chin while his thumb toyed with the top of his lounge pants that you had rolled at the waist. He was giving you so much unhurried pleasure, just like Wednesday night when he ate your pussy.
"Bradley." He was so good at his, so much older than you. You had been with guys before, but he was the first man you'd had. You didn't want to go back. He was sucking on your neck as his fingers dipped an inch or two into the front of your pants, stroking you with his knuckles. It was heavenly.
"What do you want Daddy to do to you?" he asked, and you moaned so loudly, he was pressing his lips to yours immediately. You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, playing with his hair while you rubbed yourself back and forth on his thigh. He kept mashing his lips to yours, still pushing you back against the wall. Every time he relented to take a breath, you sucked in some air as well, because you were fully at his mercy now.
Bradley groaned next to your ear, and you clenched around nothing. "You gonna tell me, baby?" he asked, guiding you away from the wall on your unsteady feet. "Or you gonna make me beg?"
You looked up at him, his brown eyes dark and demanding in the soft lamp light as you stroked his neck. He was waiting for your answer, his fingers ghosting along your waist and his warm breath on your face. You pressed your lips together, trying to clear your head as you softly asked him, "You'd beg for me?"
Bradley closed his eyes and grunted your first name. When he opened them again, you whined as he stroked your cheek so gently with his rough fingertips. "Of course. You're a Princess," he reminded you as he sank to his knees before you, kissing his way down your body. He guided you close so the soft skin below your belly button was rubbing against his mustache while you grabbed at his wavy hair.
You gasped through parted lips while he kissed you everywhere he could. When he untied the little knot in the shirt you were wearing, you pulled it up over your head and tossed it aside. Bradley looked up at you while his lips and tongue teased along your belly. "You're so fucking perfect," he whispered, reaching up to drag his knuckles across your lace bra.
"Bradley!" you gasped, bucking yourself against him at the jolt of pleasure you felt.
"Let me taste you again, please," he begged, and when you started pulling down the lounge pants, his steady hands were there to help. "Oh, fuck, baby." As soon as the pants were down to your thighs, his lips and tongue were tasting you through your underwear. When you managed to step out of the pants and awkwardly kick them aside, you felt his tongue dip inside the elastic and swipe through your wetness.
"Oh, god," you moaned. "Nobody ever did that to me before. What you did the other night!"
Bradley looked up at you, clearly so pleased with himself as he started yanking down your thong until he could run his nose up your slit and kiss you. "Nobody ever made you squirt before?"
You swallowed hard. "Nobody ever went down on me before."
His parted lips paused on your pussy, and he asked, "I'm the only one who's ever tasted you like this? This perfect pussy?"
You nodded slowly, filled with so much need for him. "Yeah, Daddy."
In one swift motion, Bradley pulled you down by your hips as you squeaked, and he eased himself onto his back on the living room floor with you on top of him. You straddled his waist, rubbing our bare core against his abs while he pulled you down for a kiss. "You taste that, Princess?" he asked, spreading your wetness over your own lips with his mustache. "That's how sweet you are." When you just moaned and kissed the scars on his neck in response, he whispered, "Only I know that. Only I know how soft you feel when I put my tongue right here." You felt his fingers slip inside you and bend forward, hitting you where it made you want to scream for him.
"Bradley, please!"
"I thought I was the one begging, baby," he groaned, slanting his lips across yours and unhooking your bra with his free hand. It was in the way, everything was in the way, so you tossed it onto the couch. You wanted to feel all of him against you and inside you.
He rolled you smoothly onto your back, attaching his pretty lips to your nipple and watching your face while he sucked on you. Without much finesse, you used your feet to push his sweatpants down, gasping when his cock sprang free from the fabric. Then you wrapped your right leg around his waist and guided him closer until his erection was nestled between your pussy lips, his weeping tip rubbing your clit just right.
"Oh fuck," you hiccupped as he kissed his way from one nipple to the other, whispering praise against your skin. Then he kissed his way down your body until his mouth was on your pussy with your legs spread wide for him. He licked you so well, all you could do was shake your head from side to side next to the snag in the area rug. Any other guy would have already fucked you, cum and been done by now. But this was amazing. You were getting treated to exactly what every woman on that dating app was hoping for when they looked at Bradley.
The rub of his mustache and his fingers stroking inside you brought you close to the edge as you watched Bradley struggle out of his sweatpants. And then he was naked and his lips were on your inner thigh as he met your eyes.
"Please, Princess. Please," he begged. "Let me fuck you."
You moaned in response, clenching softly around his fingers. You were so close now, but you wanted his cock to fill you up. You wiggled yourself up against him and said, "Bradley. I want you inside me. Fuck me."
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He would gladly beg for you all night. He could tell you liked it when he did, and he had no problem indulging in his need for you. Hell, he could probably get off to it himself.
"Bradley. I want you inside me. Fuck me." His cock was throbbing as he looked down at your young, perfect body, spread out for him on his living room floor. You were all smooth skin and peaked nipples and needy noises. You seemed to have no control over the beautiful way your body was reacting to him, keening as he gently pressed his body weight down on top of you.
And then he was kissing your lips, letting you taste yourself again as he pushed his tip inside you, stretching you as he went deeper. You lower back arched off the floor as he bottomed out in the tightest, sweetest pussy he'd ever felt.
"God damn," he groaned against your lips as you whined louder for him. He needed you. God, you were perfect. He was thrusting. He couldn't stop. He'd be a fucking idiot to think he'd ever be able to stop begging for you now. "Does that feel good for you, Princess?"
"Daddy," you whimpered, grasping onto strands of his hair as he kissed you all over your neck and face. "I'm gonna cum." He knew he was big, and he knew he got you close with his mouth, but this was incredible.
He made sure his thrusts were deep and steady, taking shallow breaths against your neck as you cried out. You were loud. Even louder than you had been when you squirted for him. Your pussy was squeezing his cock as your broken cry filled his ears, and he wasn't going to last long now either. Not after going a year without sex. Not inside you.
You arched your chest up into his palm as you rode out your pleasure, and Bradley sucked on your tits to keep you making those little sounds he was becoming addicted to. Your eyes were hazy and fucked out now as you looked up at him like he had just single handedly solved every mystery known to mankind. You whispered his name through those perfect lips as your soft hands skimmed along his shoulders and neck.
And then as he pressed his lips to yours, he felt his spine tingle, and he released a deep moan into your mouth. You nibbled encouragingly on his lips as he picked up his pace, and when he was buried deep inside you, he paused. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he gasped, pushing himself impossibly deeper as he watched your face while you whined his name. He came so hard, he was seeing stars, and he knew he needed more of you.
Bradley buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent while he grew soft inside you. The way you were stroking your fingers languidly through his hair and along his neck made him feel like this was something he wanted to do with you so often that it all felt familiar and necessary.
"Princess," he groaned, his mustache rubbing your earlobe. "Baby." He felt your pussy pulse around him at his words, and he wanted to own you. He wanted you to own him.
You kissed his jaw as he grunted and pulled his cock slowly out of your pussy. As he knelt between your thighs, stroking your hip and catching his breath, Bradley watched his cum drip out of you and onto his living room area rug. "So pretty," he mumbled, making eye contact with you.
And then his eyes went wide. "Princess. We didn't use a condom."
You looked at him with a soft, pleased expression. "Hmm?"
He leaned down and kissed your cheek, feeling a little panicked. "Baby, we didn't use a condom. I don't think I even have any here."
You just giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. "You've been going on a bunch of dates, and you didn't get condoms?"
He shook his head, heart pounding. "No. I was distracted by you. Just like I clearly was once again, because I didn't even think about protection just now."
"I'm on the pill," you whispered. "And I like distracting you."
Bradley sighed in relief. "You're very good at it," he said, running his nose along your neck and kissing you. He listened to your soft sighs as you dragged your hands through his hair. But in all honesty, Bradley found it hard to think rationally around you, and that was not a good thing.
He paused with his lips on your collarbone and breathed you in. This was a bad idea. He shouldn't have you here with him like this. He shouldn't have fucked you. But as you wrapped your smooth calf around the back of his thigh and rubbed your leg along his, Bradley was once again having a hard time thinking.
He groaned. "Princess, this is such a bad idea. We should stop." But he was kissing your lips again before he finished his last sentence. You hummed against his mouth, and whether you were agreeing or disagreeing, Bradley couldn't make himself stop. "I'm too old for you, Princess."
"You kept up just fine," you whispered, and Bradley was addicted to the look on your face. Then his phone, which had come loose from the pocket of his sweatpants, was vibrating on the rug next to your elbow. He didn't have to look at the screen to know who was calling him, but you propped yourself up and then looked him in the eyes.
"Who's Meredith? And why is she calling you so late?" There was a little crease between your eyebrows, and Bradley tried to kiss it away, but you pulled back a few inches. "Is she the woman you cancelled your date with?"
"I can explain," he said, which was clearly the wrong thing to say, because you were scooting away from him now and scrambling for your underwear. "Princess. Meredith is Noah's mom."
You paused with that sinful little thong halfway up your legs and met his eyes again. "Why is she calling you?" Bradley watched you shimmy the underwear on, and then you were looking for your bra which ended up by the couch.
You were tugging his shirt back on as Bradley reached for you. "Princess, come here," he whispered, and even though you looked hesitant, you let Bradley pull you against him. He pulled you on top of him as he leaned back on the floor. With your chin propped on his chest, he wrapped his arms around you and said, "Meredith always starts calling every year around Noah's birthday."
"When's Noah's birthday?" you asked, and Bradley told you the date when his son would turn four as he ran his fingers inside the shirt and along your bare back.
"But why is she calling?" You looked puzzled. "Does she live local and want to see him?"
Bradley was silent for a beat. He hadn't told you much about his ex. Truthfully, it hurt him to talk about her. Not because of what she did to Bradley, but because of what she did to their son. "Noah doesn't even know who Meredith is," Bradley whispered. "She lives in Oceanside. She calls around his birthday every year, threatens to fight for sole custody, makes my life a living hell, and then disappears."
You pressed your lips together and looked at him curiously as he propped one arm behind his head and held your waist with the other. "Did you kick her out? Was she doing something that could hurt Noah?"
Bradley shook his head. "No. She left us."
Your eyes went wide with surprise. "She left?"
"Yeah, she just didn't come home after work one day. Noah was three months old. His daycare was calling and calling, but I was flying at the time. Thank god I wasn't deployed."
"Were you married?" you asked softly. When Bradley shook his head, you added, "Do you think you would have been? If she didn't leave?"
Bradley shrugged and closed his eyes, trying to picture what his life would have been like. "I think I was always the more responsible one. I owned the house. I saved my money. I wanted Noah, even though he wasn't planned. I don't think Meredith and I would have ever reached the point of marriage, no."
You eased yourself off of Bradley's body and sat up on your knees. You were looking down at him, lying naked on the floor in front of you. "She never wanted Noah?" you asked, and you looked so sad.
"She was excited when she was pregnant, but I think when she realized how hard it really was, she was done. Meredith is impulsive. She's a business developer, and having an infant was negatively impacting her career."
"So she left."
"Yeah," Bradley confirmed for the second time. Your small hand came to rest on his abs, your fingers stroking him absentmindedly as you gaped at him.
"She was living here? In your perfect house, with you? And Noah? And she left? She sounds like a fucking idiot!"
Bradley laughed humorlessly. "Yeah. She showed her true colors, I guess."
"She had it all," you whispered so softly, Bradley barely heard you. He pulled you back down against him, and you settled with your lips on his.
After a few sweet kisses, you pulled away an inch, and Bradley said, "You know the expression, one man's trash is another man's treasure."
"Don't call Noah trash," you scolded, grabbing him by the chin and then smiling. "You, I'm still not sure about, but he's practically perfect."
Bradley smiled as you kissed him. "Yeah, I'm not sure how I managed that."
"You probably just got lucky," you whispered, and your lips brushed against his mustache, making him feel crazy.
"I certainly got lucky tonight," he moaned, and you laughed and tried to wriggle out of his arms. But he held you and took your hand in his. "Stay over?" he asked cautiously. He really wanted to wake up with you tomorrow morning. Somehow he knew that nothing else would feel quite as good as waking up in his bed with you in his arms, your taste on his tongue and your scent on his pillow.
You froze and looked at him in surprise. "I already slept here once. It's probably not a good idea for Noah to think that's going to be a normal routine, unless..."
Bradley didn't think he would mind if it was an everyday activity, but he could understand where you were coming from. "Right. Good point, Princess."
"My clothes are in your room," you whispered as you got up, and then Bradley stood next to you completely naked. You looked longingly at him as he pulled on his sweatpants, and then you gathered up your bra and the paper crowns and made your way down the hallway to his room. He wanted to follow you, wanted to call after you and tell you to get in his bed and let him make you feel good again.
Instead he stood in the living room, looking at the spot where his cum had soaked into the area rug when it dribbled out of you. He groaned with need, and told himself he'd clean that up after you left. Then you reappeared in the clothing you had arrived in, and he wanted more than anything to get you back in his clothes.
"Thanks for coming over tonight," Bradley told you, caressing your cheek with his knuckles as your eyes fluttered closed.
"I had fun," you replied. "And I'm happy you cancelled your date."
Bradley was about to ask you if this had been a date, because he really wasn't sure. He wasn't sure what came next, other than the fact that he knew he wanted you.
"Will you text me when you get home?" he asked, brushing his lips against yours.
"Yeah." And then your arms were around his neck. He practically carried you out to his driveway as you laughed. And when you pulled away in your car, he knew he should have told you that tonight meant something to him.
He counted up all of the texts and calls from Meredith and cleaned his carpet. When he was walking to his bedroom, his phone lit up and he cringed, but it was a text from you.
Babysitter: I made it home. Good night, Bradley.
He wrote back, telling you to have sweet dreams. Then he looked at his green crown and Noah's yellow crown on his dresser. But yours was back on his bedpost.
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You better beg for your Princess! Enjoy your babysitter fic which you help me write, @beyondthesefourwalls And thank you @mak-32
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Painted Smile
Painted Smile XVI
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Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.
Notes: Well, well. This chapter might be difficult to answer, so don't hesitate to ask question, unless they spoil the story, I'll answer them. Hope you enjoy what is coming next.
The next morning,you were walking with Alastor into the woods you have grown to know like the back of your hand.You had to insist for Alastor to bring you with him. He wanted you to stay with Alice but you were having none of it. You didn’t really know what just happened at Alice’s, you were feeling exhausted and a bit scared.
“ So, you couldn’t hear me or Alice, and then you heard footsteps and the noise of a shovel digging into the ground?” asked Alastor, keeping his rifle in his left hand, the other keeping yours.
“ Yes… Do you think I’m crazy? Maybe I fainted for a moment..?” you turned your eyes toward Alastor, wishing to be reassured. You almost thought you would see him looking at you with pity but he just squeezed your hand tighter, never stopping smiling.
“ No, dear. We can’t be both crazy, this town wouldn’t survive it. No, no, I’ll look into it, okay?” he smiled at you with a soft gaze. He kissed the back of your hand. “ Don’t think you can run away by pretending to be crazy, dearest.”
You smiled at him before stopping abruptly. There were footsteps on the ground, and from how deep into the mud there were, you knew the person was probably running. You let go of Alastor’s hand, the both of you investigating around. You were looking at the floor and crouched, frowning. What was it…? They were tiny … was it..?
“ Dog’s paws..?” you tilted your head. It clearly looked like a dog's paws. You called out to Alastor whose smile turned into a grimace.
“ They really brought the mutts out.” he sighed before looking around.
“ You don’t think it could be an unlucky hunter, right?”
“ Unfortunately, no. This part of the forest belongs to my family, which means, if they took that path down the forest, they came from my house, which is illegal. So it can’t be a hunter, but policemen use dogs don’t they?…”
“Yes, but they can’t just enter someone's property like that. My father would never.”
Alastor’s smile widened as he tapped his chin with his finger. He seemed to enjoy himself.
“ Let’s follow the trail, we’ll make a conclusion when we see where it ends.”
You walked, trying to ignore your growing headache. You sighed in relief when you felt Alastor’s hand on your waist. You both stopped when you reached the place where you’ve killed for the first time. You looked at Alastor as he gently tugged you toward a big tree and just as you expected, it seemed like someone had tried to dig up a hole.
“ Mhn… They didn’t dig up deep enough.” said Alastor with a mocking tone. He walked around the hole before pointing his gun toward a noise. You smiled when you saw a deer, staring at Alastor then near his feet. You began to walk toward him but Alastor stopped you with his hand. “ Don’t come any closer, there is a bear trap.”
You choked on your own saliva when you saw a bear trap, hidden by leaves, centimeters away from Alastor’s right foot. If he had kept walking, he would have been stuck inside it. You stared at the deer, dumbfounded. Did the deer.. warned Alastor? Were you losing your mind?
The deer stared at Alastor before leaving in the forest.
“ Well… That was odd. But more importantly, a bear trap? Seems like someone really wants to catch us.” he laughed as he crouched in front of the trap. “ Did they not dig deep enough on purpose so we would lower our guard and get caught by the bear trap..?”
“ Do you think they are still here?” you looked around.
“ No, darling. The forest is noisy and I don’t feel eyes upon us. We’re clean, for now. But what is amazing is that.. You saw it coming. You knew that someone was trying to dig up my father.”
Alastor walked toward you.
“ Darling, is there anything strange that happened to you during this week?” You blinked at him. The strangest thing that had happened this week was seeing your best friend making a contract with your future husband to kill someone she was supposed to marry. “ No apparitions?”
“ Alastor, what in the sweet hell are you talking about?”
“ Well, I’m trying the soul bounding spell. It can take several months to be able to bound a soul to another one, and I was worried that maybe I did something wrong which could have.. made you have that vision.”
You smiled at him, before kissing his lips. You were curious about his voodoo’s spells, but it was an unknown world for you, you hoped one day Alastor would teach you.
“ No Alastor, I didn’t see anything worth mentioning. What should I be worried about?”
“ Nothing serious, if there is something anormal, you would feel it.” he touched your forehead with his own, staring into your eyes. “ So… Do you have an idea how to kill Alice’s future husband ?”
You laughed as you felt Alastar’s arms wrapped around you. You kissed him several times, savoring the moments.
“ Mhn.. What about this? This weekend, we will go to Alice’s cottage and spend the days together, just the two of us thinking about murder?” you teased him, sliding your hands on his torso as you bite your lips. “ You could show me some techniques…”
“ I could show you how to tie someone so they can’t escape.” he smirked as he loomed over you. “ But it is a great idea, darling.” he kissed you twice before walking toward the bear trap. “ Also, I’m taking this to your father.” you tilted your head. “ Of course, dear. Someone trespassed into my domain and even put on a weapon that almost wounded me! If this is a policeman who has done this, your father would know. “
“ But.. They would want to understand why it was near a hole, they are going to investigate the forest.”
“ I’ve never said I found it there, dear.” he smirked at you and you couldn’t help but laugh.” The only person who knows where we found the bear trap are you, my darling , myself and the one we want to catch. I’m just going to provoqued them a little bit.
You laughed as you went back home. Alastor had to go to work and you didn’t want to stay all alone at home. You took a bottle of wine and some pastries and went out. Maybe talking with Alice about everything that happens could be great. You were sure she had a ton of questions to ask you.
You stopped walking when you were in front of the park, you couldn’t help but look for your new friend. Well, he wasn’t a friend but maybe a confidant ? You smiled when you entered the park and saw the old man sitting on his usual bench. You sat next to him.
“ Hello sir.”
“ Hello little lady.” he smiled warmly at you.
You began to talk about your days, the man still listening to you quietly. You looked at him, trying to see if he had any signs of religion on him but you couldn’t find any.
“ Sir, you believe in… spirits?”
“ Yes, I do.”
“ I … I have some questions” you looked around, making sure nobody was listening, but no one was taking notice of you" “ I think I fainted and I might… have seen a scene that was happening somewhere else?”
“ Oh, it’s interesting. How did you feel?”
“ Tired. I had a headache all night until… recently.”
“ Did you talk about it with your husband ?” he asked, looking at the people walking in front of you.
“ Well, yes ! He was worried but it must be my imagination.” you laughed. You were sure about what happened.
“ Does that make it any less real?” he tilted his head, his gentle expression still there, with eyes so gentle and wise you wondered what kind of life he lived.
“ Well..” you groaned as you held your head, your headache was coming back full force. You closed your eyes, trying to contain the pain. Gosh, it was so painful.
“ Waking up might be painful this time, little lady, I apologize.”
You tried to open your mouth but you felt like something was tearing you apart from your own body. You could feel the tears from pain whelming up in your eyes. What was happening ?
“ Hey! Look at me !”
You opened your eyes, gasping for air and looked at the man who was shaking you by your shoulders. Did he think you were sleeping? God, your head was hurting so bad and now you could feel something sliding down your nose… you tried to focus your vision to see the man’s face, his voice was familiar.
“ John…?”
And that’s all you remember before your vision turned black.
You could hear people talking around you. They were so noisy… You couldn’t open your eyes or move your body. You felt so tired, even more than usual.
“ She was talking all alone while sleeping, sitting on a bench! I’m not lying, and then when I woke her up she had a nosebleed and her eyes seemed red– ”
“ Aah… Thank you, John. I’m going to stay with my daughter, we’ll meet after this okay. Thank you for contacting me.”
Why would your father meet with John? Even if you didn't tell him why you stopped being friends with him, you didn’t think John would still reach out to your father. You forced your eyes to open and you found yourself staring at a white ceiling. wait.. Were you in a hospital? You sat up slowly as your father ran at your side.
“ Slow and steady, sweetheart.” He put his hand on your back, helping you stay steady on the hospital’s bed. “ Alastor is on his way.” you felt your body relax at the new. You looked at your father who was already giving you food, the one you made for Alice.
“ What happened ?”
“ You were talking to yourself like a madwoman. I had to shake you forcefully for you to wake up.” you looked at John. He was staring at you, seeming worried but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to be near him. “ Hah, being almost married seems to do wonders for you.”
“ Get out.
“ Is there something I should know about..?” asked your father, looking at the both of you.
“ Nothing worth mentioning.” you spat, glaring at John who seemed hurt by your reaction. Did he really think you were going to thank him because he.. did he even help you ? What happened to Legba? You groaned, your head was killing you.
“ Darling, I’m here.” Alastor walked past John, going straight to you, taking your hands between yours. You relaxed immediately, going into his arms. What was happening to you?
“ You should take better care of your future wife. She is going insane, talking to herself on a bench.”
You felt Alastor’s body tense. His smile was still, as usual, as he turned his head toward John. It seemed like he didn’t even notice John when he entered your hospital’s room. You wanted to punch John in the face, who did he think he was?
“ From what I have seen, my fiancée is feeling bad when you are around, should I get rid of you?” he smiled with a beaming expression making your father chuckle.
“ The day I see Alastor being violent, is the day I stop working!” he laughed before standing up. “ But John, boy, let’s talk outside.” your father said with a cold expression. You smirked, your father hated when you were being disrespected. You watched as the two men left your room before feeling Alastor’s hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.
“ Darling, what happened ? Talking alone?”
You shook your head slowly, caressing his cheeks.
“ No, I was with a new acquaintance of mine. I think you should meet, he is very interesting, he is very old though…But then my head started hurting so bad I had to close my eyes and hold my face to calm myself. He must have see me when I was trying to smooth the pain.”
“ Yes, darling, I’ll meet everyone you want.” he sighed while stroking your hair. “ What is the name of the gentleman who stole my darling’s attention?” he teased you as you stuck your tongue at him.
“ Legba.”
You felt Alastor's body freezed, the temperature dropping. You blinked at him, looking at his frozen smile as he stared at you without showing anything.
“ Do you know him..?” you asked. Maybe they have already met but couldn’t get along?
“ I… I know his name, yes. What do you talk about with him?” he sat next to you, his expression back to usual.
“ I’m the one mostly talking. And we share food! Now that I think about it, I didn’t have the time to give him something to eat today…” you gasped as Alastor helped you stand up. He smiled at you.
“ Let’s see if he is still where you left him! I really want to meet him."He kissed your cheeks before taking your things. You nodded, you didn’t want to stay here any longer. You both left your room, never meeting your father or John. You brought Alastor to the park, hoping to see the old man. You hoped John hadn't been too rude to Legba.
You smiled, feeling relieved as you saw him sitting in his usual spot.
“ It’s him, do you see him, Alastor?” you walked toward the old man who lifted his head up once you were close. “ Well, hello once again.”
You sat next to him, Alastor sitting next to you silently. How weird, most of the time he would try to make himself see.
“ You are back early, are you alright now?”
“ I’m doing great, thank you. I hope the man that bothered us wasn’t too rude to you.” you relaxed when you saw him shake his head. “ I came back because I realized I didn’t give you anything to eat and I wanted you to meet my future husband, Alastor!”
You saw the man’s smile widened as he looked at Alastor.
“ Aah, the famous Alastor… “ you smiled before giving the man a pastry. You didn’t know why you felt like you had to give him something in return for his presence…” Seems like you won’t be left in the dark anymore.”
“ What do you mean?”
“ You didn't want me to meet Alastor in particular, it’s Alastor who wanted to meet me, right?” you nodded, but was the difference so important? “ You shouldn’t stay out too long, night is coming soon, I will have to go back.”
You looked at the darkening sky. How long were you out? How long did you stay in the hospital? You nodded at the old man, feeling better. You stood up, stretching your body.
“ See you soon, then.”
“ See you again, little lady.” said Leba as he stood up and walked away with his cane.
You turned your head toward Alastor, who was staring at you, his smile twitching, his feet tapping the floor nervously.
“ Why didn’t you speak to him? Didn’t you want to meet him?” you crossed your arms on your chest, raising an eyebrows.
“ I’m.. going to explain everything as soon as we get home.” he took your hands and made you walk quickly toward his home. When you entered Marie’s home, it was already dark. You didn’t have the time to say hi to his mother, Alastor was dragging you into his bedroom. He was being so weird.
“ Alright darling. When did you meet this man?”
“ What are you playing at?” you asked, sitting on his bed.
“ Please, answer me.”
“ It hasn't even been a week yet.”
“ What does he look like?”
“ You saw him! He was sitting next to me!” you threw your arms in the air, feeling agitated. Why Alastor seemed to be excited and worried.
“ No, darling, you were sitting alone.”
…
“ Alastor,” you laughed nervously. “ you saw me.. I was talking with him..”
He approached you and kneeled in front of you, taking your hands in his.
“ You sat on the bench and then closed your eyes. It seemed like you were asleep to me but you were whispering some sentences, I couldn’t hear everything unfortunately.”
You paled. What was going on? What was he talking about? Were you crazy? Would you be thrown in an asylum and die there?
“ Darling, keep your eyes on me. It’s… It’s my fault I think.” he bit his lips while staring at you, you weren’t aware you were clawing at his hands, shaking. “ I told you I was practicing for our bounding soul spell, right?” he waited for you to nob before continuing. “ To be able to perform spells, you need one spirit in particular. His name is Papa Legba, but he never showed himself to me.”
“ Alastor… What are you trying to tell me..?” your voice was shaking, you didn’t understand a word he was saying.
“ Papa Legba is the guardian of the crossroads, he embodies the communication and access to the spirit world. Darling, it’s… it’s very amazing for such a spirit to be near you but also dangerous. You aren’t the type to just give food to someone you don’t know, yet you did it, you know why?”
“ I don’t know.. I just felt like it, as a thank you for his presence.”
“ That’s what we call an offering. But you need strong sacrifices for those spirits to stay and give you what you asked. I don’t think you asked him anything, did you..?”
“ I ask for his advice..” you whispered, trying to understand everything Alastor was saying. You wanted to know more about voodoo? Well, you didn’t expect to have that knowledge so fast in this situation.
“ I see.. From what I saw, when you talk with him, you go into a trance. When John woke you up by force, it broke your connections and I know for a fact that it can be very painful. Furthermore, you didn’t give him any sacrifices and nature always takes back what you didn’t give.”
“ So… Because I didn’t give him something in return for his presence, they took back..?”
“ Your energy.” he nodded, still caressing your hands who had stopped shaking. “ But I don’t understand why he came to you and not me when I’m asking for him… I did find other ways with another spirit but still..”
“ When are you summoning him?”
“ When I come home, mostly when my mother is asleep.” he sighed, looking away, seeming in his thoughts. You tilted slightly your head, looking at Alastor.
“ I think…Maybe he doesn’t like being summoned at night? I.. He was the one who left today when he saw the sky getting darker, I would feel the need to go home when night time was coming and I was talking with him..”
“ Mhn.. Maybe we’ll try to summon him tomorrow with a good sacrifice. I’m working with another spirit right now but working with Papa Legba could be useful.”
“ Who are you working with?” you tilted your head, curiously, if Papa Legba was the spirit to make spells, who else could do it?
“ Some people say it’s his other side. The one who reigns on the night.” he sat next to you with a smirk. “ Names are important dear, we don’t call spirits just like this.'' He waited for you to nod before standing up. “Until I tell you otherwise, don’t speak, okay? Well, please, meet..” he stared at you, almost waiting for you to back down.
You stood up, staring at him dead in the eyes. Universe could bring men, women, spirits, gods, you would follow Alastor in Hell. He smiled when he saw your expression.
“Kalfu.”
You felt shivers as the room turned cold. You look around and put your hand on your mouth to muffle a scream that would have come out. Behind Alastor, his shadow was moving like it was its own person. You looked at Alastor and your eyes widened as you saw his eyes being red. He was staring at you, observing your reaction.
Alastor’s shadows moved on the walls curiously, looking at items, then he went toward you and you flinched when you felt its touch on your legs. It was.. a strange feeling. It didn’t seem… bad. You approached your head toward its head and smiled softly as the shadows let itself be touched.
“ Of course, as I told you, there is a price.” you nodded as you looked at him. “ For this power, I need to kill Alice’s blackmailer. Before you stress out, no, the spirit doesn’t force me to do it. We just.. Think the same.” he smirked as he crossed his arms on his torso, its shadow nodding at Alastor’s side with a hideous big grin.
You nodded once more, observing him. His eyes were red but beautiful. You walked slowly toward him, raising your hand toward his cheek before kissing him. You felt Alastor’s body relax as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing you against his torso.
You leaned back to watch his eyes that were slowly but surely taking their natural color back. The room wasn’t as dark as a moment ago.
“ You can talk my dear.”
“ I need to sleep.. “ you closed your eyes, feeling exhausted. You fell asleep as soon as your head hitted the pillows, Alastor didn’t even try to stop you from changing into your night clothes.
You woke up the next day, with Alastor arms wrapped around you. You smiled softly as you felt his breath on your neck, his torso against your back. You sat up, slowly, trying not to wake up Alastor.
You walked toward the mirror, looking at yourself.
What the fuck happened yesterday?
You were having a powerful spirit by your side, you didn’t know why, he would eat your energy if you didn’t give him anything to.. eat? You sighed, trying to clear your thoughts. But, right now you needed to have answers…
“ Papa Legba.” you whispered.
“ Yes, little girl?”
You almost punched the mirror as you saw your reflection bending and twisting into unusual angles before taking the form of the old man you used to know.
“ Seems like you are no longer in the dark.”
“ I.. I still feel lost.”
“ No wonder you asked for me, I’m used to taking care of lost souls.”
“ Why … Why did you appear by my side when I never once tried to summon you? I didn’t even know you existed.”
“ Well, this is Alastor’s fault. When he tried to summon me the first time, he had a tissue tainted with your blood. I think he wanted to make a soul bounding spell, but he is still experimenting. He should ask advice from his mother.”
“ You.. You worked with Marie?”
“ Alastor’s mother asked spirits' help to protect Alastor from danger. She mostly worked with Gran Bwa. But you’ve seen him already.” you shook your head. “ The deer that warned Alastor about the bear trap.” your eyes were wide open. “ And many other times, his mother did a lot to protect him. Do you really think he would have made it to your home with you that time you almost drowned? I was the one who showed him the way to the cottage, if not, you both would have been dead because of the cold.”
Marie was working with spirits… Well, you weren’t that surprised, if Alastor was working with them, it meant that he had it in his blood but… But what were you doing here?
“ So, because Alastor has my blood on a tissue, you went… to meet me?”
“ It’s more complicated than that.”
You nodded without being sure of understanding anything that was happening.
“ Are… Are you a good spirit?” you looked at him as he laughed, taping his cane against the mirror.
“ Well, I try to be. I can help you work with good spirits, those who want to do good in the world.” he nodded. You bit your lips and then opened your mouth.
“ Alastor is working with a spirit… Is he a bad one?”
“ Mhn… Alastor is working with him, hn? Kalfu controls the evil forces of the spirit world. He allows the crossing of bad luck, deliberate destruction, misfortune, injustice. I control the positive spirits of the day; Kalfu controls the malevolent spirits of the night.”
“ Is he in danger?” you asked, your voice a mere whisper.
“ No, Alastor and Kalfu will enjoy each other's company I think, keeping themselves on their toes.”
“ And I? Where do I stand here?”
“ Well, because or thanks to Alastor, your blood and your soul is being changed by him. Which, for now, makes you capable of talking to me. Even working with me, you accepted that vision almost perfectly.”
So it was Papa Legba’s power that time? You tilted your head, making the old man follow your movement in the mirror.
“ Do you think I could… work with you to protect Alastor..? From what I understand, bad spirits aren’t there to protect but kill or harm. If Alastor is bound with them, can I help him by … I still don’t know how it works but, can I help him in any way?”
“ Mhn, little lady. You are an odd one. Your blood wasn’t made to work with Voodoo, but you have potential. You are connected to the energy on earth, and sensitive to the spirit world, if not you wouldn’t have been able to talk to me all that time. It would be a pleasure to work with you, but do you understand what it means?” you shook your head, feeling your body tense itself. “ That means Kalfu will want to work with you. Just like I would have wanted to work with Alastor. If you were to work with my.. twin, I would stop our deal.”
You nodded before pausing.
“ Won’t they be angry that I work with you? Won’t they try to separate us?”
“ Oh no, little lady. Not a chance, because for us, like for them, your duo is unusual. We wouldn’t want to destroy that, au contraire.” You nodded, feeling better but also you could sense Papa Legba presence having more pressure on you.
“ What.. What should I bring you, as a sacrifice ?”
“ Rooster.” he smiled warmly at you. “ But for this time, I shall accept something sweet.”
“ Okay… One last thing, what is it going to be like working with you?”
“ I can call another spirit's power to help you, but depending on the power, the offering will get bigger and bigger. But for now, we’ll work slowly together, if that’s what you want.” he smiled when you nodded, sure of yourself. “ Now, I think most of the power I’m going to use with you will be through your eyes. But we’ll talk about it later, I’m getting really hungry.” You went downstairs without making a noise, you felt like you were half asleep. You took a piece of Marie’s cake before walking back toward Alastor’s bedroom.
“ Oh, I recognize Marie’s cooking.” he laughed when you put the plate on a table, in front of the mirror. “ You should talk with Marie about all of this, the both of you.” Papa Legba said before disappearing from the mirror. You turned around and saw Alastor behind you, his eyes red, staring at the mirror.
“ Well, well, well.. Do my eyes deceive me ?”
“ What are you talking about?”
He smiled at you before hugging you from behind, nuzzling his head against your neck, staring at the mirror.
“ Red is really our color, right?”
You looked back at the mirror and two red eyes were staring back at you.
Your eyes were red.
Just like Alastor.
As both of your eyes started to turn at their usual color you couldn’t help but sigh, you needed to have a discussion with Marie.
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*whispering chant* Mermay, mermay, mermay!
Other Worldly
Part 4
Part 3
Alastor X Shy Reader
Warnings ⚠
⚠ selectively mute reader, italics= thoughts, cannibalism-Rosie and Alastor ⚠
They were still quiet.
Why were they still quiet?
Alastor was confused.
He gave them the option to speak normally, they could talk all they wanted after singing to him. So why wouldn't they?
One thing he forgot to take into account was that the mer was a quiet one, and only spoke out of necessity. Sure, they had spoken to Charlie. Giving the Princess and the others quite the surprise, but they hadn't spoken to him.
It's been a month.
Why not speak to me? I'm a wonderful conversationalist! We could talk for hours! He thought with an annoyed smile.
At the moment he was up in his radio tower, finishing up a broadcast and putting on some music. Muttering about how the siren must be too intimidated or too shy to speak to him.
What he didn't notice was his shadow leaving his side.
.
You paced back and forth in front of the Radio Demon's hotel door.
Can I go in? Am I allowed to? You kept asking yourself. I mean, it was the other half of the room that I'm allowed to use but I don't know if I can go in through the first half. You sighed. I should have just asked before coming here.
There was an odd rattling chuckle behind you and then you felt something pull you down.
"Whoa!", you yelped and looked down to find Alastor's shadow grinning. "What are you-!"
Everything went black as you were pulled into the darkness.
You closed your eyes out of instinct and held your breath, scared that something bad might happen. There was the sinking feeling in your stomach as you felt the shadow drag you somewhere before everything just stopped.
Then you heard the wind rustle the leaves, feeling it brush across your cheeks. Peeking an eye open, you saw that you were where you wanted to be.
The fireflies were out and blinking their lights, a few landing on the tall grass nearby the wooden dock that went out a few feet in the water. You heard the shadow make another noise and turned around to find them behind you.
"Thank you.", you smiled at them and started to take off your shoes.
The shadow tilted its head at you. confused until you started to take off your pants.
It hissed and turned away.
"Sorry! Sorry, forgot you were there.", you apologized but continued to take off the bottom half of your clothes. "Last time I fell in water, my pants ripped and those were my favorite.", you explained. "Maybe I should just wear long skirts or something."
With the bottom half taken care of, you left your shirt on and jumped into the water, laughing as you made a big splash. The feeling of your legs turning into a fin felt comfortable, you just hated when you had to get your legs back. Lifting your tail fin up, you started to push yourself closer to the middle of the water.
Then you noticed the shadow in the water, moving like a snake to get to your side.
"What are you doing?", you asked but just let the shadow swim around you in the water.
Closing your eyes, you decided just to stay put and float. An activity that you haven't done in a long while since dying.
A minute to relax couldn't hurt.
.
Alastor noticed his shadow was missing after it didn't appear when he tried to call for it.
How odd.. Where is that rascal? He thought and got up to search for it.
Feeling the static from his shadow, he found that it lead to his hotel room. It's not odd but usually the shadow stuck near him and followed orders. Something had its attention.
As quietly as he could, the deer demon opened the door. A quick glance, nothing was out of the ordinary, so he walked in and closed the door behind himself. Following the static, he found his shadow went deep into the bayou.
Let's see what you've got now. He thought before making his way through the brush.
The Radio Demon made a list of ideas of what his shadow could be doing. Messing around with one of the crocodiles, hunting one of the little creatures, or something entirely different that he hasn't seen it do already.
That's when he found the dock, spotting his shadow with a sleeping mer.
"Well this explains it.", he crossed his arms. "I suppose I don't really need your help, though it would make it easier if I did have it."
All his shadow did was make a rumbling pur.
"Yes, yes. You're comfortable but don't make this a habit.", he waved it off and turned to face away from the water. "I'll leave them in your care.", he said before leaving.
As he made his way over to Cannibal Town, he thought of getting something for his little mer.
Perhaps I can make them a little safe haven to get them more comfortable... Yes, that should work.
The bell of the emporium door rang as he stepped through and greeted his friend.
"Rosie! How lovely it is to see you!", he said with a genuine smile.
"Alastor! Where have you been? Honestly, after hearing about that little fish, I thought you'd give me a clue on what happened next.", the black eyed woman walked over and linked arms with the man in red, guiding him over to her office.
"I do apologize but I have good news!", he said as they both entered the office.
It was a familiar sight for him, the pink-ish wallpaper and the plush cushions on the couches. A few plate platters with snacks on the coffee table, tea, and eating utensils. Quite the relaxing room.
"Well don't keep me in suspense.", Rosie released his arm and took off her hat, setting it aside before sitting on one of the couches. "Would you like a snack? I've got some cut up thigh meat."
"Sounds lovely, don't mind if I do.", he sat on the couch across from her. "Now, for what you've been asking."
"Go on.", she said, getting the plate of thigh meat on the coffee table.
"I finally got the little mer to make a deal with me but the only problem is that I don't own their soul."
"And why not? You'd never make a deal unless you got something worthwhile out of it.", Rosie asked.
"Ha! I've got all that I wanted at the moment.", he grinned. "I've got half of their powers and get to listen to them sing.", his smile widened. "Now all I have to do is make them more comfortable until they give their soul to me willingly."
"Alastor, I hope you're not doing anything to hurt the poor thing.", Rosie placed a fork on the table and took her own to stab into the thigh meat. "Quiet one like that should be taken care of."
"Of course not!", he said to ease his friend's worries. "Which leads me to what I wanted to ask."
Alastor picks up the fork on the table and stabs it through a big slice.
"Do you have anything that would catch a siren's eye?"
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Winterwidow baby perfecting her parkour skills (I.e climbing all over couch,table,hell even the kitchen) and scaring the living daylights out of her mama
Little Spy
WinterWidow x Daughter!reader
Summary: You can’t stop scaring Nat with all your little parkour tricks.
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The Avengers Tower buzzed with activity as Bucky and Natasha tried to balance their duties as Avengers with the joys and challenges of parenthood. You were a ball of energy at two years old, with a mischievous streak that kept both your parents on their toes.
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One particularly sunny afternoon, Natasha found herself in the kitchen, preparing snacks for the team. As she chopped vegetables, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. Glancing around, her eyes landed the fridge, and there, perched on the top of it, was you, grinning mischievously.
"Buck!" Natasha called out, her voice a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Come see what your daughter's up to now."
Bucky appeared in the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the scene. "Looks like she's been perfecting her parkour skills again."
Natasha shook her head, trying to suppress a smile. "She's going to give me a heart attack one of these days."
Meanwhile, you, oblivious to your parents' concern, giggled as you leaped from the fridge to the countertop, then onto the kitchen table. "Look, Mama! I be like Peter!"
Natasha couldn't help herself from being impressed at her daughter's fearlessness but her heart was skipping a beat every time she watched you jumped from surface to surface. "You certainly are, sweetheart. But let's try to keep our feet on the ground, okay?"
Bucky scooped you up into his arms, chuckling as you wrapped your tiny arms around his neck. "You're quite the little spy, aren't you, babydoll?"
You nodded enthusiastically. "I spy with my little eye, Daddy!"
As Bucky carried you out of the kitchen, Natasha couldn't help but feel a surge of love for her little family. Despite the chaos and the constant surprises, she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. She shook her head with a smile and resumed with chopping the vegetables.
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Later that evening, Bucky was lounging on the couch in the Avengers Tower common room, flipping through a book while sipping his coffee. Natasha sat across from him, tapping away on her laptop, her attention divided between her work and keeping an eye on you.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the room, followed by Natasha's exasperated sigh. Bucky looked up, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he spotted you perched precariously on top of the kitchen counter.
Natasha glanced up from her laptop, her eyes wide with alarm. "Y/N! How did you even get up there?"
You grinned with joy, your giggles flowing out of your mouth as you pointed to a nearby chair. "I climb, Mama!"
Bucky chuckled, setting his book aside. "She’s just like you, Nat."
Natasha shook her head, trying to hide her smile. "She's getting too sneaky!"
Bucky lifted you up from the counter, holding you securely in his arms. "She's just fearless, like her old man."
You giggled, wrapping your tiny arms around Bucky's neck again. "Daddy, watch me climb!"
Bucky grinned, lifting you higher. "Alright, let's see what you've got, babydoll."
You squirmed in excitement, wriggling out of Bucky's grasp and darting across the room. With the agility of what seemed to be from both your parents, you leaped onto the coffee table, then onto the back of the couch, and finishing on a table nearby.
Natasha gasped, her heart leaping into her throat as she watched your daring jumps. "Bucky, she's going to get hurt!"
But Bucky just laughed, his eyes sparkling with pride. "She's fine, Nat. Look at her go!"
You jumped off the table and onto the floor, your tiny feet landing perfectly onto it as you beamed up at your parents. "I did it! I spy like Mama and Daddy!"
Natasha let out a relieved sigh as Bucky gently lifted you back onto his hip. "You certainly are, sweetheart. But let's try to keep the climbing to a minimum, okay?"
You nodded in slight disappointment, it quickly disappeared though when Tony walked in with the takeout for the night, your eyes widened with excitement.
As Bucky sat you down in your hair chair at the Avengers dinner table, Natasha couldn't help but smile. Despite the constant chaos and danger that surrounded them, moments like these reminded her of just how interesting and exciting you were. And with Bucky by her side, she knew they could handle anything that you decided to throw their way.
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Sweet Sweet After
Pairing : Older!Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader
Summary : A day full of pleasure with nap and food breaks in between could only lead to the sweetest aftercare your man could ever provide you with.
Warnings : swearing, age gap (billy is 37, reader is 27), talks of sex toys, billy's insecure about finishing too early, smut (bathtub sex, unprotected piv), small talk of future children
Word count : 2283
A/N : older!billy has his fingers dug into me, please send requests for him or dad!billy <3
The room was hot, Billy laid beside you, his head on your stomach. His skin was slick with sweat and other bodily fluids. You reached down and pushed his hair back, his curls were stringy, sticking to your fingers.
He looked up, his face was flushed as his cheek was sticking to your skin. "I'm getting too old for this." You laughed and reached as far as you could to his back and gently rubbed. "Yeah you are, old man." He raised a brow, his finger gently pinching you and you yelped, not expecting it. He laughed, kissing right beside your belly button.
"Come on, bath time." He extended a hand out to you and you took it as he pulled you up with him. You happily followed him into the bathroom as he started the water. "Hot water." He looked at you, "No, it burns my fuckin' skin off." You jutted your lip out, "Please, just a little warm. I don't like the cold ones." He nodded, "Not cold, but not hot." You nodded and he kept his hand under the bath faucet.
"How's this feel," he asked as he flicked water at your face, and he snickered. You reached around him, feeling the water. "That's fine." He nodded and plugged the drain and let it fill up. He dug through the cabinets, finding your bubble bath and he poured some into the water before putting it back under the cabinet.
He looked at you in the mirror, pulling you close as he swayed the two of you. "Do you feel okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" You shook your head, "I'm good, great even. Better than great actually." He laughed, kissing below your ear before kissing your cheek.
"Good," he said as he rubbed your wrists. You had little bruises blossoming on your skin from when he held your hands behind your back when you were riding him. It was challenging and almost ended up with the two of you having broken noses, but it was worth it.
He glanced at the bathtub and shut off the water. He helped you into the water and grabbed two towels, placing them on the towel hangers. He got into the bathtub so the two of you were knee to knee.
He pulled your feet into his lap, his fingers lightly tracing over the skin, skirting up your ankles. He was being gentle with you, which you absolutely loved. He lifted your leg out of the water, wiping some of the bubbles off of your skin as he kissed your ankle before kissing your calf.
You moved, splashing a little water over the edge of the tub, as Billy muttered about cleaning it later. You moved so you were on his lap and you kissed him. "I love you." He smiled against your lips, "I love you too." His hand was splayed out on your back, his other hand on your waist.
"Are you being naughty," he asked as he felt your hand go down the expanse of his chest, stopping above his belly button. "Me? Pssh, no." He looked down at you and you smiled at him. "Maybe," you said. He laughed and pulled you closer. His nose nudged your jaw a little as he placed a kiss right below your jaw.
"You wanna ride me, honey?" You nodded, "Mhm. Can I?" He laughed softly, "Yeah baby. Go ahead." You nodded and he straightened up and fixed your legs over his as he quickly spread his own legs, his knees touching both sides of the tub as your knees were an inch above his, your legs trapped under his.
You reached into the water, grabbing at his base and gave him a few tugs. The jewelry that decorated his shaft was slippery from the water, but nothing you couldn't handle. You moved up a little and his hands grasped your hips.
You guided him to your entrance before slowly and gently pushing his tip into you. You were still a little sensitive, but it felt good. He looked up at your face, watching your expression for discomfort. "There we go, just take your time." You nodded, your hands going to his shoulders as you slowly lowered yourself. You felt each of the little silver balls glide into you with each inch of his cock that you took.
They were warm from his skin and the added warmth of the water. You let out a breathy moan at the feeling, your nails digging into his shoulders slightly. "Feels good, huh? Fucking minx won't stay off of my dick. You just can't get enough can you, honey?" You clenched, you couldn't help it. The raspiness of his voice and the vulgar words lit a fire in your body.
He blunt nails dug into your waist, "Shit," he moaned, leaning his head onto your chest. His chin was placed on your sternum so he could look up at you. He would worship you if he could, but considering this was a bathtub, he couldn't do everything he wanted to.
"You look so beautiful riding me." Your hand went up into his hair, tugging at the ends and he moaned, the vibration traveling through your body. Neither of you lasted long, water splashed out of the tub and created little waves as you moved your hips against his.
Almost right after your orgasm, Billy was pulling you as close as possible and holding you tightly as he painted your inner walls. You both took a moment, and he reached behind him, flicking the water to cold and you jumped, feeling the icy water. He let it run for a few seconds before shutting it off.
He gently pulled you off of him, letting you sit on his thighs. He held you close to him, rubbing your back as he kissed the skin on your arms and your upper chest, not trying to ignite anything, but he wanted you to feel his love.
He pecked your lips, smiling when you began to laugh. His scruffy beard was tickling your skin and he laughed, holding you to him so you couldn't get away. Your sweet laugh was like music to his ears and he smiled, nipping your skin a little.
"Billy," you laughed, pushing his head away from your skin. The two of you calmed down and cuddled in the water as you grabbed a handful of bubbles, putting them on top of Billy's beard and he laughed. "If we ever have kids you could dress up like Santa." He raised a brow, "Are you saying I'm a fatass that only eats cookies?" You rolled your eyes as he flexed his muscles.
"No, I'm just saying. You're getting a little grey, which is super fucking hot, by the way. Santa has white hair and a white beard, I'm sure you'll get there one day." His jaw dropped, "Take that back," he said, slightly offended. You laughed, shaking your head. You took the bubbles off of his beard and groaned as you stretched a little.
"Come on. My back is hurting," he said. You got off of his lap and he got out, drying off before tying the towel around his hips, leaving it low so his happy trail was on display along with the v-line tattoo that he had.
He helped you out, drying you off as he tucked the towel at the top of your breasts. He unplugged the drain and watched you walk out of the bathroom. He shut the lights off and followed you back into the bedroom. He laid on his stomach, groaning a little.
You moved so you were straddling his butt, "I told you, you're not sticking your finger, or anything in my ass." You mocked him, "I'm not sticking anything in your ass, thank you very much. Now be quiet." he rolled his eyes, putting his tattooed hands under his chin.
You grabbed some of the lotion from his side of the bed and put two pumps on his back and rubbed it in, using the heel of your hands to dig into a few knots and you gently rubbed them out. He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling.
"Sorry," you muttered as you eased up on the pressure. You would never admit it to him, but you liked his back. It was one of your favorite parts of him, besides his hands and gorgeous face. You traced the tattoo of a detailed wave on his shoulder blade. "We should get matching tramp stamps." He snorted, shaking his head. "I'm not walking around with a fucking tramp stamp. Now you can, I don't give a shit. Gives me another pretty thing to look at when I'm pounding you in doggy."
You laughed, shaking your head. "What's the other pretty thing?" He laughed, "Your ass." You rolled your eyes, "An ass man, of course." He laughed, "You've got it all wrong, babe. Sure that ass is great, but only because it's yours. I'm a you man, not an ass or tit man. Although you do have a great rack on you." You laughed, shaking your head.
You leaned down and kissed his birthmark and he hummed. You finished rubbing the lotion into his skin, bringing it up to his neck. "Alright, off. My turn." You nodded and got off of him and took your towel off, and laid down. He moved so he was straddling your butt. He was gentle with his weight as he leaned down and kissed down your spine and you hummed, smiling.
He grabbed your lotion as he rubbed it between his palms and he began rubbing it into your soft skin. "So, any complaints about what we did?" He always asked after going a round with you, that's just how Billy was. "I don't think so, oh, actually can we get a padded headboard? I hit the top of my head." He nodded, "Yeah baby, we'll go look tomorrow." You nodded.
"You got any complaints?" He laughed, shaking his head, "Never." You laughed and nodded. "Anything you wanna try next time?" You shrugged, "I don't know. You're far more experienced in this department. I was a virgin when I met you." He hummed, "I have old porn mags somewhere around here. I'll give them to you to take a look at." You nodded.
"Anything you wanna try?" He shrugged, "Can't think of anything off of the top of my head. I do want to use toys on you." You hummed, "Like a vibe?" He nodded, "Yeah or a dildo just to get you ready for me." You nodded, "I'm down for that." He nodded, rubbing his thumb over the side of your breast.
He saw a few little bruises sprinkled over your ass. He connected the dots in his head, they were from his rings. "Do my rings hurt when I spank you?" You shrugged, "Sometimes, they didn't today." He nodded and leaned down so he was further down your body and he kissed one of the bruises. "Remind me to get Viagra or something. I came way too fucking early a few times." You hummed, "I like when you do that, it makes me feel good." He raised a brow, "Good girls come first." You laughed, looking up at the little sign on the wall.
"Yeah well, sometimes we can change it up. You shouldn't be ashamed of it, I'm serious. Makes me feel good, makes you hotter too." He laughed, shaking his head. "Don't think me coming early means I'm a sub. You know how fast I'll bend you over and spank you." You shivered at his words, and he smirked a little, kissing your skin once more.
He plopped down beside you, both of you laying on your chests. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm insecure about how it looks after you're down. It's why I don't like you cleaning me up." He looked at you. "Seriously?" You nodded, "Yeah. It gets all puffy and messy. It's just, I don't know, I don't like it." He hummed, nudging you a little.
"Hottest thing I've ever seen, trust me. Boosts my ego too, because I know I did that to you, not anyone else. I like seeing my cum drip out of you, it makes it messier." You shivered a little, knowing the two of you rarely used protection nowadays.
He moved so he was holding you and he kissed your shoulder, trailing his kisses up to the corner of your lips. "Stop, that tickles," you said. He laughed and pulled away, placing a kiss to your hairline. He rubbed your bare back and you hummed, putting your head against his arm. He smiled, holding you close. "Go to sleep, honey. You know I'm gonna be here when you wake up." You nodded, snuggling up to him. "I love you," you murmured against his warm skin. He smiled, "I love you too, pretty babe." You smiled at the nickname. He waited until he fell asleep to whisper into your ear, "I'm gonna marry you one day. I just hope you say yes." He glanced at his bedside table, knowing the ring was at the back of the drawer, right behind his cigarettes and wallet.
He kept rubbing your skin as he pulled the blanket up on the two of you. The slow motion of his hand on you was making him tired. Usually he'd fight it to look at your face, but tonight, he let himself succumb to the bliss of post sex sleep, because he knew it would be the best sleep he would have, especially with you beside him.
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 (𝑫𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂'𝒔 𝑬𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏)
I wanted to do this cute little writing challenge @carolmunson created. You can find the rules here
CW: Eddie munson x reader, fluff. New relationship. Mention of weed at least once. suggestive theme toward the end, but it's nothing bad, really. A little moment of self depreciation.
WC:1.9k
prompt rules: the scene: a romantic night in at the trailer.
props included/mentioned (in passing or can hold bigger meaning): a throw pillow, vanilla frosting, a small notebook. dialogue included (can be manipulated slightly if needed, can be placed in any order): "i ran out of like, nice cups, is this okay?" ; "aw, don't be like that. that's not even true." ; "and you like that?" ; "if you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem."
A/n: Not proofread, so please ignore any mistakes. My first time doing a writing challenge, and this one was too adorable to pass up.
5:00 pm
Eddie was busy rushing around the trailer, making sure it was clean and perfect before you came over. You and him haven't been dating for too long now. He still wanted to make a good impression on you. His original plan was to take you out on a nice romantic date, but as his luck would have it, he just couldn't afford to right now.
So he opted to suggest for you to come by and have a nice romantic date at his place instead. Which you were all for. Eddie zoomed around the place with a tiny notebook in his hand. He had literally everything planned out for how the night is supposed to go.
He even cooked and baked for you. He doesn't even do that for himself. He was dead serious about you. No more chickening out just because he's scared of the possibility of getting hurt.
You met at the Hideout in town when you first moved to Hawkins. He helped get you a job there by sweet talking the owner. Since then, he's been following you around like a lost puppy
Eddie finished having the entire living room set up for you two. Throw pillows everywhere along with extra blankets. Little tea light candles on saucer plates are scattered about. He kicked his uncle wayne out hours ago to set everything up for your date. He wanted the mood and setting to be just how envisioned it.
He would religiously check his watch over and over again. You weren't late by any means. Eddie was just getting impatient. He wanted you here so bad. He needed you to see what all he's done.
5:30 pm rolls around.
Soft knocks on his door alerted that you were finally here.
You were standing on his porch, waiting for him to answer. You still held the little note he left you after work in your hand.
Hey, babe, I hope you're still ready for our date tonight. I know I am. You don't need to bring anything but yourself. I have everything we need. Miss you already.
- Eddie ᡣ𐭩
You reread it as you waited for him to open up for you. You didn't want to just barge in even though he's told you many times you absolutely could.
You knock again.
"Comin" His muffled voice yelled from inside. You could hear his feet pounding on the floor as he swung open the door.
"Hey!" You greeted with a big smile. "Can I come in?"
He opened the door fully ,ushering you inside with a slight bow. "Shit, yeah, come in. come in."
You walked in and stood by the front door, looking around, you noticed how he decorated and cleaned up for you. You smiled to yourself thinking about all the trouble he's gone through tonight just for you.
"You can have a seat or keep me company in the kitchen." He stood next to you but kept some distance.
"I'd love to. Ya need me to help with anything?" You walked slowly behind him to stand behind the counter.
Eddie definitely didn't want you to help. The only thing he needed you to do was simply be here. That's it. That's all he needed. Your presence and showing up were enough for him.
"Nope." He shook his head, continuing to spread vanilla frosting on the cupcakes he made.
You could tell he was nervous. He shouldn't be. While you haven't been dating for long, you figured you two were past being nervous around each other. Eddie did warn you that he wasn't always the best at relationships. He tried to be. He truly did. His fears of heartbreak and rejection are what held him back from opening up to someone. He wanted to change all of that with you. You still gave him a chance despite all of that.
There was silence for a couple of minutes as you stand next time. "Sooo, whatcha cookin? smells good."
"Spaghetti and for dessert homemade cupcakes straight from Betty crocker herself." Eddie glanced your way to see if he got a smile from you. Even better, he got a laugh out of you.
"Do you mind if I have one now?" You batted your lashes at him. You loved innocently flirting with him. He would get all flustered, and his cheeks would get red.
He looked between you and the cupcakes that he attempted at frosting. "Sure." He couldn't say no.
He was sucker for you already. You had him wrapped around your finger, and you didn't even know it.
You picked up a tiny cupcake that was covered in ninety percent icing. You took a big bite, getting the vanilla frosting all over your lips and nose. Eddie watched in amusement with a small blush on his cheeks.
"Hang on, let me do something." He leans forward, giving the tip of your nose a quick kiss. "You had some frosting from the cupcake-"
Your face got hot as you realized he was kissing away the frosting.
"I have icing on my lips, too." You teased. You wanted to poke the bear and see how far you could go. Eddie took the hint and knew you were messing with him.
He rolled his eyes. "Fine." He puckered up his lips to give you a sweet kiss. "The frosting tastes way better this way."
You can tell he's loosening up the longer you're alone with him. At first, he seemed on edge. As if he was still trying his hardest to impress you. Or to do his best and not scare you off. He didn't have to worry about a thing. You were just as serious about him as he was about you.
You noticed a small black notebook on the counter next to splatters of spaghetti sauce. You sneakily make your way over to it and have peak while he's busy. His eyes were trained on making little smiley faces on the cupcakes. Flipping through the pages, you saw how he wrote down tonight's schedule for your date. He had everything planned out down to if he'd ask you to spend the night or let you leave.
Turning the next page, you found little love notes scribbled through made out to you. You glance his way, and he's still busy huming to himself while adding sprinkled to the cupcakes. You closed it and sneakily put it back. The tiny notebook seemed very personal from the quick glimpse you got from it. Either way, your heart was melting at the thought of Eddie wanting this night to be perfect.
"I figured we could chill out in the living room while we eat. Watch some movies, too."Eddie spoke up.
"Sounds perfect to me." You stepped out of the kitchen to lounge back on his couch.
Eddie followed behind you with two big bowls of spaghetti he made. "I'll get the drinks for us. Anything special? Water? Soda?"
You grabbed your bowl from his hands. "Got any Doctor Pepper?"
"I suuuuure do." He winked.
He rushed back in with a beer in one hand and a plastic cup full of ice with your drink in the other. "I ran out of like, nice cups, Is this okay?"
"Yes, Eddie I wasn't expecting to drink, Dr. Pepper from a champagne glass." You carefully took your drink.
"Listen -" He paused, sitting next to you. "I just want you to know you mean a lot to me. And if i could provide it, all of your drinks would be poured in some fancy ass cup." He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt awkward after saying that, but it was all true.
Eddie really wasn't a pro at this sort of thing. he hoped by now you knew how special already are to him. Even with his shitty analogies. He hoped you got the message.
"That was...one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me." You took a big sip, Dr Pepper smiling in your cup.
"You're such a smartass."
Now, it was his turn to laugh. He got up and went over to the tv, picking up the three movies he "rented."
"Went to family video got a couple of things to watch - and a special one for later." He wiggled his eyebrows. The "special one" was literally Star Wars. He's been dying to watch it with you ever since you told you never seen it.
You rolled your eyes. "That guy Steve give you a deal?"
"Sure did. All I had to do was give an ounce for free." Eddie held up three VHS tapes in one hand, showing his victory.
"Okay, then what movie are we watching first?" You nodded, taking the throw pillow next to you in your lap.
"What about critters?" He suggested.
You shook your head and grimaced. "Eww !no, that movie is stupid it's just a bunch of hairballs attacking people."
Eddie snorts, popping the movie into the vcr anyway." Now you know how my uncle wayne feels cleaning out our shower drain."
You fake gagged. The last thing you want to imagine is globs of Eddie's hair being pulled from a shower drain as you eat.
"So, ummm, I was thinking," it was your turn to get a nervous now. "Are you free tomorrow?"
He frowned. "No. I wish. I have my D&D club to...morrow." He started to hesitate through speaking.
"D&d club?" You repeated. "Dungeons and Dragons? That kind of D&d?"
"Yep." He spoke a little too loud and a little too fast.
The intro to the movie is already playing, but neither one of you are interested.
"And you like that sort of stuff?" You quickly realized how that probably came off wrong, and it's not how you intended. "I mean, you just never mentioned it before."
Truth is, he doesn't know why he never mentioned it. Maybe it's because he was always told it was just a fantasy game. That he was too old to be playing it. Eddie didn't care what anyone thought of him except for you. Which deep down is probably why he didn't tell you.
"Yeah, sweetheart, you're dating a bit of a loser." He sighed. Any minute now, he was expecting you to make fun of him. Or call him a loser, too.
That never came.
He shouldn't assume you would see him like that. Primarily over something harmless as playing Dungeon and Dragons.
Make no mistake Eddie didn't view himself as a loser either. He got too accustomed to hearing people calling him that based on the way he dressed and his hobbies. He didn't see himself that way, but others did.
Your face softens "aw don't be like that. That's not even true!"
You looked at him for a moment. Taking in his side profile. You could tell he was slowly slipping into a funk, and you didn't want that.
You by no means have ever thought Eddie was a loser. He was a sweet, gentle, and very caring guy. A little hyper at times. But you loved that about him too.
"I'd like to watch you play sometime. If you wouldn't mind."
Eddies eyes light up. "I could always teach you how to play instead."
"I'd love that. Why didn't you tell me any of this?" You turned your body so you're now facing him. You were still hugging that throw pillow so tight.
"Well, I was trying to play hard to get. if I told you I was a dungeon master for my club-" His tone dripped with sarcasm as he continued on.
He was trying to lighten up the mood a bit more. "You wouldn't be able to keep your hands off me. bad enough, you couldn't seem to resist my gorgeous hair."
Eddie waved a hand through his hair, letting it fly over his shoulder. He was cut short when you decided to take that throw pillow from your lap and thwap the back of his head with it.
"Ow!" He laughed, looking at you in shock.
"Your hair is hard to resist," your tone matching his sarcasm, "and miss." You mumbled under your breath.
"Oh please, I'm irresistible." He chuckled.
You went to go strike him again with the pillow, but this time, he caught it.
"If you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem." Eddie playfully warned, snatching the throw pillow from your hands.
"Oooh, and what exactly are you gonna do about it?" You taunted.
"I dunno maybe kiss you again. Maybe I'll touch you a little bit, see if I can get you to squirm." He smirked and bit his lip, waiting for your reaction.
That shy nervous wreck of a man that greeted you at the front door was long now.
Your eyes widened as you huffed. "Shut up, Eddie."
"Thought so, now watch the movie our date isn't over yet."
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"SLUT ME OUT" (1K FOLLOWER SPECIAL)
☆ pairings: your fav x fem!reader
☆ synopsis: in appreciation for reaching 1k+ followers, i have decided to write this filth. there is honestly zero plot and no build up to the smut. we just gon get right into it. thank you for 1k! please enjoy this!
☆ contents: nsfw, smut, kissing, dirty talking, rough sex, unprotected sex, p-in-v sex, mating press, doggy style, spanking, creampie, squirting, cervix fucking, multiple orgasms, just the usual filth
☆ notes: reader is a female and uses she/her pronouns. the fav chara's name or physical description is not included in this. i tried my best not to describe them or say their name. chara insert is kinda mean in this, but i like em mean!
You prayed to whatever holy entity you believed in that your neighbors couldn't hear what you and your man were doing. These walls in your apartment weren't thick enough to suppress the sounds of your gushing wet cunt receiving a rough beating from behind. Your fingers were frantically trying to grab something to keep you steady while your legs were spread apart, feet arching up from the floor as you stood bent over at the waist on your tip-toes. Your man had his stupidly thick in girth, and sickeningly pleasing in length dick raw-dogging your pussy. His strong hands were gripping tightly onto your hips, trying to keep you from running away from his assault in your cunt. Which you were trying to do right now, you were trying to run away as his tip kept slamming right into your cervix. He was fucking hurting you but damn did it felt fucking good.
Your man caught on to you moving your body forward over the kitchen counter and he brought his large hand down onto your ass cheek. A loud slap resonated when it came in contact with your skin and you yelp and swing your arm back to hit him. You end up missing a connect with his body, however he snatched your arm by the forearm and held it against your back. His thrusts came to an abrupt stop, and his mouth was pressed against your ear. Nose exhaling puffs of air on your prickling skin.
"Stop fucking running away from my dick." He growls lowly, and squeezes your arm. "You're," thrust. "Gonna," thrust and a slap on the ass cheek. "Take," thrust followed by you mewling. "This," thrust and a nibble on your earlobe. "Dick!"
You cry out in a pleasured moan when he slammed his tip right at your cervix again. Your back arches into the perfect angle for him, head thrown back and pebbled nipples rubbing on the cold marble countertop underneath you. "F-Fuck daddy! Y-Your fucking dick is too damn big! Hm! Fuck!"
He snorts amused by your response and lifts off your back, pressing himself further into your heat while grinding his hips against the curve of your ass. "I know it's big baby. Fuck, I'm in this pussy so deep huh?" He teases you by jerking his hips forward and the action has your cunt spasming around his enveloped length while creaming on his shaft. Your man tenses up when you clench around him so suddenly, he wasn't expecting you to come so early, since this was just the first round he wanted to have with you. "Shit! What the fuck your ass came already?"
You weren't listening to what he had said, and you couldn't answer him anyways. Not when you had white noise muffling your hearing and your pussy fluttering from climaxing. He clicks his tongue, and pulls his dick out from your pussy. He spreads your folds with his index and middle finger, looking at it clenching around nothing.
"You're not gonna ruin the fun for me, I still ain't came yet." He said and took a hold of your upper arm, "Come here," he grunts while pulling you into the living room.
"Uhh, b-baby wait! Fuck wait, give me a minute!" You were trying to get him to stop, but he wasn't having none of it. In the blink of an eye, your man had you on your back with your legs bent to your chest. Fuck, fuck, you knew where this was going.
He hovered above you, his heavy dick rubbing against your wet lips and hands were holding your legs in place. "I don't have a fucking a minute." He responded, and sunk his cock back into your slick heat.
The sting of his width stretching out your walls causes you to grit your teeth and whine in suffering. You sling your arms around his broad shoulders while looking up into his eyes as if he had hung the stars in the sky. His cock was fully inside of you, the tip close to breaking through your cervix once more. In this position it was deftly easier for him to keep fucking into it.
A chill went down your spine when he pulled his hips back.
At the feeling of him slamming into you, your body jerked up from the sofa and a loud wail came through your lips. Your fingernails scratching at the naked skin on his shoulder blades, leaving thin scrapes of blood and crescents.
Pap.
Pap.
Pap.
"Fuhhh... uhhh... y-yesss!" You were feeling hazy, you felt like you were floating on a cloud and the only thing keeping you grounded was your man ramming his big cock through your tight walls. You look down at where you were connected with him, moaning in a drunk fucked-out bliss when you see a ring of white on his cock. It was painting your cunt, gluing on your outer lips and sticking on your clammy skin. A wide dopey grin stretches across your lips and you toss your head back when you moan, "Just like that daddy, fuck'me just like that!"
He was panting above you, beads of sweat was dripping from his forehead and onto your body. You didn't care or minded at all. He looked just as fucked out as you did. He cupped underneath your chin and leaned down to your lips. He wasn't kissing you yet though you and him were breathing in each other's air. As a result of that, you both felt light-headed however it added to the fire of the rough, passionate sex you two were having.
"Don't you ever–fuck– run from this–hnng... dick you got that?"
"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"
"Use your fucking words."
You squeal just as your walls tighten around him, "Y-Yesss! Won't run from your di-dick daddy!" The moment you cried out those words you were cumming all over his dick for the second time. Spurts of your juices streamed out like a waterfall and covered his groin. The hairs of his pubic becoming drenched in your essence. Your eyes slightly rolled back into your head, and your body shakes underneath his bigger form.
He clicked his tongue, irritated that he had to slow down his thrusts because you just came again. No matter because by the end of this, you were going to be filled to the brim with his cum. Through your second orgasm, he rotated his hips still embedded deep into your silky pussy. By the time you were done and had relaxed for him he resumed into fucking you.
Brutally hard thrusts.
Quick strokes.
The couch was creaking with how animalistic he was getting. It was like something in him had switched on and now he couldn't stop. Not until he had filled you up.
His mouth slammed onto yours, a clash of teeth at first but when he settled down and started ravishing your lips the kiss turned less chaotic. A hand grasped your neck, holding it underneath your chin to keep you still, the thumb stroking your jawline. You, being so fucked out and high off of him, did your best to follow his lead. Wet tongues, lewd suckles of lips, and breathy moans passed through your mouths.
"That's it, thaaaat's it, fuck, fuck!" He grunts out prior to pulling out his dick from your wet cunt and slapping the tip against your clit. The weight of it had your toes curling and teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. Swiftly he slid back into your heat, his face buried into the side of your neck while he rasped, "Take this dick, take it, fuck baby take it!"
You pressed your mouth on his ear when you mewl, "Cum in my pussy daddy, cum insidecum inside, please- please!"
A tongue swiped on your neck, then he husked, "'M gonna fill her up baby, shit you ready for it? Huh? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Hot, thick bullets of cream shot deep into your cunt entering your womb and filling you up nicely. Your back arched up from the sofa, and your legs tightened around his waist to keep him inside of you while he was cumming. He was hissing throughout his orgasm, back muscles tensing up and teeth clenching as more cum kept shooting out of from his cock.
"Ughhh, shiiiit," he groans out and then slowly slides his dick out of you. "Whew, that's gonna be a lot."
When he's out a pour of creamy white oozes from your entrance and down your rim. Your hole clenches then unclenches pushing out more of his cum. He watches it with a smirk on his lips. You, on the other hand, you're exhausted after getting fucked so good like that. Your muscles are sore, especially your poor pussy, it's aching after your man finally finished.
"Looks like it was a lot. Heh, you might end up pregnant with how much- fuck it's still coming out!"
You whine, grabbing a throw pillow and tossing it at your man's face. "T-this is your fucking fault! Hmph!" You attempt to move from the couch, but your legs are so stiff you end up rolling face first on the carpeted floor onto your stomach.
Your man laughs at your misery, and squats above you. "Ahaha! Baby if you just want my help you gotta ask now."
"Help meeee~"
"Help me what?"
You suck your teeth and look back at him, batting your eyelashes and murmuring, "Help me please daddy."
He grins cockily before carrying you bridal style in his arms. "How could I resist that pretty face?"
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Stormy Weather
Warnings: vague breeding kink, very nsfw
Thank you to the anon that sent me this idea I've been obsessing for weeks.
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The walls of your little vardo creaked as the storm raging outside rocked your little sanctuary on its wheels. With every gust of wind the wood which housed you, kept you safe from the battering rain, groaned and squeaked. In the sky above you flashes of lightning were followed by ominous rumbling growing more violent with every clap of thunder. As the wind howled the forest trembled but you and Bonnie barely noticed the bad weather, far too focussed were you both on other things.
Other things like each other.
In that moment, with your legs locked tightly around Bonnie's shoulders as he nuzzled into your neck and buried himself deeper inside you with every ragged thrust, the only sounds which mattered to either of you were the sounds you made as you came together once again...
Something had snapped inside you earlier that evening. Perhaps it had something to do with the weather... The four days of suffocating heat which had dragged out, stifling the English countryside as they scorched the land. The change in the air when on the fifth day clouds had rolled in and the earth had taken on that anticipatory dampness, the trees and the grass releasing pollen in preparation of the wind and the rain it could feel on the horizon so that the forest had smelt vibrant and alive... Heavy.
Perhaps it had been that anticipation, that rising tension which had bristled between every living creature, flora and fauna alike, a building static electricity...
Whatever it was it had gripped you both too tightly for you to bare for any length of time and though you'd tried to fight it something had snapped inside you when he'd come home from the town, a little sweaty from the hazy evening. And the sight of you with that longing in your eyes had been the last straw for him too. Having been thinking about you all day, losing himself to daydream after sordid daydream, he'd not been able to resist that look in your eyes.
You'd looked like you'd needed him. And he hadn't been able to resist you.
"C'mere sweetheart," he'd said pointing at the ground just in front of him as he'd dropped his dirty shirt at his feet, "let me get a good look at you eh?"
You'd come to him obediently, stopping just in front of him, looking up at him with a pretty little smile on your lips. With one hand cupping your cheek, the other grazing your hip, he held you as carefully as possessively.
"Look away from ye for a second and ye get even more beautiful than before... How'd ye do that?" He grinned, his thumb stroking your chin, resting in the dip of your dimple when you smiled wider and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him.
You couldn't speak for the blush glowing on your cheeks at his sweet words, all you could do was smile and hope to distract him with a kiss.
And of course once your lips had met his that final thread of composure holding you both together snapped for good and you hadn't pulled apart since.
"Y/N, my sweet little dove," he murmured breathless against your lips, his voice was low and gravelly and he sounded sweet as honey when he groaned your name through his high. You were trembling, the two of you shaking together, locked around one another, limbs tangled, forehead to forehead, his nose knocking against your nose as his tongue brushed over yours, "I love you so much angel," he said grinding his hips into yours so that you felt your cum mixing with his inside you as he fucked you deeper.
You were breathless, your chest bone glistening with a hazy sheen, little beads of sweat trickling over your neck, caught moments later by Bonnie's lips when he dragged his tongue over your pressure point in an open mouthed kiss.
He was insatiable with desire for you, even now, even when you both should have been tired out, collapsed in one anothers arms. Bonnie showed no signs of being worn out. Instead your shared orgasm only seemed to spur him on and as you trembled with pleasure he held you in his strong arms and nuzzled into you.
Your moan shook as his teeth grazed your throat, his tongue tickling a little roughly over your smooth skin. He was a man addicted, obsessed with the sweet sounds only he could pull from your lips and as he pulled slowly out of you, your cunt tightening desperately around him, the gasp you snatched upon his returning thrust made him all the more determined.
He wasn't quite done with you yet.
"Think you can manage another for me sweet girl?" He whispered, his voice low and teasing as he trailed kisses along your jaw.
You felt so fragile then, your breaths short and shallow, your thighs aching from having been forced open for so long. Your muscles sore and trembling. Your tummy scrunched as his words left that butterfly tension toying with you. You could barely speak around the pleasure his every thrust sent rippling through your body, his hips still grinding against yours, but for him you managed a little whimper.
"Tell me with your words little dove," he chuckled affectionately as he stilled for a moment. You held his bicep to steady yourself, stroked your palm down over his muscular arm until your hand found his and his fingers locked with yours. Your other hand resting on his chest you looked up at him in a breathless, desperate awe.
"Yes Bonnie..." you managed, your voice so soft he couldn't help but reach up to caress your glistening cheek tenderly.
You were shaking beneath his touch, so completely dependent on him and he loved it. Loved the power he had over you in moments like this when his every move sent you teetering closer to the edge.
"Good girl," he breathed dipping his head to kiss your nose as he ground his hips into yours once more before dragging himself slowly from between your legs.
When you whimpered, trying your best to lock your legs around his waist and trap him there he just chuckled. Smoothed his hand up your inner thigh and pushed your legs open a little wider so that he could move.
And when he did you felt yourself flush, suddenly self conscious realising that you were laid out on display for him and his eyes were trailing every inch of your body, admiring the view.
For a moment he froze, in awe of your glistening figure, your legs pushed apart and trembling, your muscles already so tired out. Your cunt sleek, your thighs stained with the silky sheen of your cum.
He reached out to you carefully, admiring the way you flinched before acquiescing to his touch, letting him graze two fingers up your calf, tickling them behind your knee so that you shook and a tried to pull yourself away. But of course Bonnie was much stronger than you and one hand on your knee was all it took to put you right back where he wanted you.
He watched you with a hunger as he dragged his fingers slowly up your inner thigh, letting them glide between your lips as he gathered the cum which was leaking from your cunt and scooped it up. His thumb pressed down on your clit and held it's place leaving a warm tingle to resonate through your core as he used his two fingers to push the remainder of his cum inside your cunt. He wasn't one to let anything go to waste after all.
"Good girl..." he said again, his voice barely breaking a whisper as his eyes trailed your trembling body in awe, as if he were hypnotised, held hostage by the rise and fall of your chest, your breasts rippling with goosebumps as he hovered above you and his breath grazed your skin. "Open your eyes little dove," he whispered dipping his head to kiss your cheek, his lips pressed to the tip of your nose when he told you again. "Look at me sweetheart, let me see your pretty eyes.." he said gently as his fingers moved slowly pumping inside you.
He curled them just as your eyes fluttered open, getting a kick out of the dilation of your pupils when you locked eyes with him and another gasp left your parted lips.
"You're doing so well sweet girl," he hushed you, his thumb stroking your cheek tenderly as he began to trail his soft kisses down your neck and over your collar bones.
Your cunt pulsed around his fingers as he slipped a third inside you, your walls clenching needily as his thumb rubbed your clit in slow circles.
You could barely speak, your breaths shivery as he drew another sweet little moan from your lips. You could feel your heart beginning to race again, could feel that heat washing over you as you shook beneath his touch. But when you saw that dark look in his eyes you knew he was gripped with an all consuming desire just as you were. That no matter how tired you were or how desperate for that flooding relief you might feel, you were going to be patient for him. You were going to let him do whatever he needed to do to you.
More than that you were going to let him devour you and you were going to cherish every second of it.
You snatched another breath, so shallow as your heart flinched beneath his touch. His lips kissing down your body with a newfound determination. Every graze and nip a little needier than the last. And when his open mouth closed warm and wet around your hardened nipple you couldn't help the mewl and the whimper which tumbled from your lips as you squirmed beneath him. He was giving you so much, his fingers curling inside you rubbing your gspot with a purposeful determination. His tongue flicking over your nipple, swirling loving circles around you as he sucked it deeper into his warm mouth.
It was almost too much. Almost too good.
And as you writhed and whined beneath him he grinned proudly to himself, only pulling away from your body for long enough to remind you again how heavenly you looked. How pretty you sounded with his name on your lips.
"Bonnie..." you whined as he dragged his fingers from your cunt slowly only to silence you a moment later feeding you your juices, admiring the pretty way they glistened on your lips as you suckled on his fingers and blinked up at him with big teary eyes.
"Hold on for me angel, you're almost there..." he murmured gazing down at you in a fixated state of awe. His palm pushing your legs open wider as he ducked down between them, hovering so close to you that he could taste the salty sweet of your arousal on his inhale.
"Ahh," you cried out when he nuzzled between your thighs, his mouth closing over your clit, snatching it up in a warm suckle that sent a tug of desire through your nerves. You were only grateful for the storm raging outside drowning your desperate noises out.
Your thighs snapped shut around him, your hand rushing to his head, fingers curling in the tangle of his dark curls as you tried desperately to hold onto something, anything that would ground you in your moment of bliss.
Bonnie hummed with satisfaction as he slid his tongue between your folds, suckling gently on your lips as he kissed with a little more aggression. That hunger, that desire taking over completely.
It felt so good you could hardly breath and as you felt yourself dizzied by the pleasure he was laying on you you were grateful for his hand when it found yours. His fingers locking with yours, pushing yours down into the soft rug beneath you. Holding you in place firmly, rooting you gently as he kissed and licked at your trembling core bringing you closer to the edge with every flickering moment.
You could feel the desire building, that white heat gripping you, the knot tightening in your stomach as your thighs began to shake and a lower, more animalistic moan was dragged from you. You couldn't hold on any longer and as you began to whine and writhe beneath him you felt him grin against your core, his tongue swirling relentlessly around your swollen clit.
Your hand in his hair forced him down tighter against you as your hips began to grind into his open mouth and you felt yourself losing control. Feral with desire until finally that thread inside you snapped and you fell apart. Tears trickling down your cheeks as you cried out with pure pleasure and came undone completely.
Bonnie remained for a minute or two, his hand still holding yours, his thumb caressing your palm gently as his other hand smoothed over your thigh slowly. Everything about his movements sweet and soft as he kitten licked at your clit to bring you down gently. His kisses warm and soft too as he trailed a line from your core to your knee and then back up.
"Such a good, sweet girl..." he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your womb and let his lips linger as he smoothed his hand up your body to hold your hip. "So fuckin beautiful.." he said as he hovered above you and held your hand in his, holding your palm to his lips to kiss it softly. Letting his lips graze each of your finger tips. Gazing down at you with all the love in the world.
You closed your eyes, smiling despite your breathlessness, the rosy flush which had washed over your body and which stained your cheeks.
"Think I just died a little bit..." You whispered, your voice still feeble and shakey as you smiled and let out a self conscious little giggle.
A grin split across Bonnie's face then, his eyes lit up with pride as he settled down beside you, his fingers pushing your hair from your face. He took your chin between his thumb and fingers and guided your gaze to meet his, his eyes flickering over your features tenderly. And when he dipped his head to kiss your cheek he collected each of your tears with his lips and let you taste the salt when he met you for another tender kiss.
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