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we need some more Brian May appreciation on this blog methinks so hereâs Things About Brian May That Just Make Sense
Owns Groot pajamas
Once apologized for being straight to a guy who asked him out in a hotel lobby
Broke protocol talking to Queen Elizabeth because he couldnât take the awkward silence
Noticed guys following Freddie into his dressing room and was basically just like ââŠ.huh. Thatâs newâ and apparently went about his day (the correct reaction)
Commissioned a second giant statue of Freddie due to being jealous of Rogerâs for like a solid decadeÂ
Said his cat was the closest thing he had to a sibling, wrote a song about her when she died
Took a video of himself with the EMTs in an ambulance while LITERALLY HAVING A STROKE
Moved houses, forgot about the whole entire life-sized News of the World robot he had in his attic, was gifted another one by a fan, now has robot in his house somewhere
Once spent entirely too long trying to plug in a completely acoustic instrument
Once turned up to a sound check having forgotten his guitar, didnât notice until far later than he should haveÂ
Split his head open throwing up in a toiletÂ
Broke his arm after âlosing a fight with a skateboardâÂ
Tried to get back at Crystal for pranking him, just ended up accidentally buying him breakfast
Bought land, planted trees, made it to be a haven for wildlife
Recorded actual thunder for a song, credited god for it on the albumÂ
Low-key speaks Spanish
Brian: Roger and I used to argue about everything you can think of Also Brian: âspecial thanks to my most enduring partner, Roger Meddows Taylorââ
Clogs
Volunteered to play on top of Buckingham Palace, was absolutely unimaginably terrified the entire time
Dressed up as a penguin and tried to bond with the penguins on the IGSM video
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the mouse called up to the diplodocus "Hey! You! Tall girl! Come get your head down on my level."
The head of the diplodocus looked down from its vantage near the top of the canopy, it spoke softly, so the words barely made it down to the mouse, "What?"
The mouse was so tired of tall people, she put her head in her hands, and slowly ran her hands over her head up to her ears, and straightened them out. With herself calmed and prepared she could be sure that she would really get this idiot's attention this time.
The mouse jumped about and waved her arms around, with great vigor and purpose. This did manage to catch the dinosaur's attention.
The diplodocus head began to descend ever so gracefully from the canopy, all 6 meters of its neck swayed, degree by degree, all the way down to the forest floor. Suddenly the mouse was making eye contact. The diplodocus was wearing lovingly applied, perfectly symmetrical, winged liquid eyeliner. The diplodocus spoke again, "You really called me tall girl, wow, most people don't notice."
The mouse had completely forgotten why she had wanted the diplodocus' attention in the first place, she said bluntly, "What that you're tall or that you're a girl?"
"That I'm a girl." There was a moment of awkward silence between them "So what did you want?"
The mouse scrambled to locate in her mind where that information was stored. All the little tiny mice inside her brain went completely haywire searching for it. She was making a bad first impression with another girl. She was doomed to forever be a lesbian in theory, but never in practice. With elation she mouthed the words before she even realized she had remembered them "I want to see what it looks like above the canopy."
The diplodocus scoffed, "And I'm just supposed to let anybody that asks ride on top of my head, now am I? Any old chud who isn't tall enough to see anything worth seeing is just entitled to my time? To be ferried around on my noggin where ever they please? Tinylander, do you even see me as a full person?"
"Oh I'm sorry," The mouse blurted, she hadn't anticipated stepping on any toes with the request. Perhaps she really hadn't seen this girl as anything outside of her height. She mulled over if she should just leave, but knew that she sincerely wanted to see over the canopy.
"I'm sorry I was presumptive," The mouse began "but, could I ask you to do me just this favor? I've lived in this forest my whole life, and I've never seen the stars, but I've heard so much about them. So as one girl to another, could you help me?"
The diplodocus could only empathize with the plight of the mouse, its frustration softened, "Alright then, hop on." As the mouse approached it warned, "But you better not piss or shit until you're back on the ground."
"Agreed." The mouse said, and she hopped on the diplodocus head, and it began its ascent, up and up and up to just below the canopy. The mouse could see through cracks in the leaves, the glow of the little white dots, the stars! She exclaimed!
"Hold on, we're not even there yet." The diplodocus chided, with a great disturbing heave the head shot through the leaves and stopped a few meters over the canopy, and the diplodocus comfortably placed its front legs against a tree.
The spots were everywhere, in every direction the mouse could look, it was breathtaking, awe inspiring, world shattering. In a single moment the mouse's entire world shifted, from a dark damp place with underbrush, to a world consisting at least partially out of light. "Wow" She said.
"Yeah." the diplodocus answered, "You tinylanders are really missing out."
"Heh, yeah." The mouse said, still transfixed. There was a truth to the moment, something that reached into the mouse and brought her heard into the forefront, something vulnerable and powerful all at once.
"So have you ever considered starting E?" The mouse asked, it felt like a risky thing to say, but it also felt like the truth.
The diplodocus could have read something impolite into the question, but it could feel the glowing of the stars too, even if it was more acclimated to it. "No, all the girls I want to be are tiny anyway, and it's not like E can do anything about my size."
"Yeah that makes sense" The mouse responded "But isn't that so sad? It makes me sad at least. I wish there was something we could do to make you feel more like yourself."
"It's fine." The diplodocus said, "I've come to terms with it. I am capable of living in the real world with it, I have no reason to worry myself about something that can't be changed." It paused for a moment, the stars were still tugging at one more thing, but the dinosaur felt cheesy saying it, "I will always take up a certain amount of space, and that's ok, I just need everyone else to be able to accomodate that, and so long as they can, it's ok." It chuckled "And y'know, if I was tiny I wouldn't be able to show cute mouse girls what the stars look like."
The mouse blushed, but given her position atop the diplodocus' head it went unnoticed.
When the girls had seen enough of the sky they descended together, back down to the forest floor, where they exchanged phone numbers. The next day they couldn't stop texting each other. That night they started sucking and fucking, and they lived happily ever after.
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Favorite Days | Multiple drivers
who's involved?: ln4, cl16, mv33, lh44, op81 & bonus
summary: a glimpse into driver's favorite thing they do with you
warning: fluff. just so much fluff.
fc: n/a
wc: 1.6k
a/n: hi! holiday season is fast upon us and so is my chaotic work schedule! with that my series: playlist series, toto concert series, and rbdhh are going to take longer for me to roll out but i have not forgotten them!
Max loves nothing than being an introvert with you. If Max could have it his way, the two of you would just stay home unless necessary. How could he not? When heâs streaming and takes a moment to turn around and see you on the couch watching TV. Jimmy and Sassy both curled up around you as you lazily pet whichever one is close. The way youâre so invested and silently reacting when you aggressively toss a hand out in shock. When you catch him staring and point to the TV as if heâs been watching the entire time seeing the same shit she is and he canât help but smile and return to his stream. His favorite was ending stream and immediately going to you. You shift a bit to make room as Max lays on you, hugging your waist and he melts when you run your nails through his hair. How you two could stay like this for hours and be content in each otherâs silence. It was pure bliss.
Lando adores game nights with you. He adores how you are so not competitive compared to him for most things. While Lando got really into games, even like Jenga, you were so nonchalant about it. You just smiled and laughed at Lando when he went on his little rants or his little gloats. He knew that you knew it wasnât that deep. Though his favorite was you two playing âOvercookedâ. It was the only time you got serious about a game. Suddenly you were calling the shots and now Lando was the one laughing as you yelled at him for forgetting a tomato or something. He almost fell over laughing the next time you two played and you presented two chef hats and told him you were giving him some âcall out lessonsâ. Lando got them mixed up which resulted in him screaming from laughter as you gently smacked him with one of the pillows while shouting âHAVE I TAUGHT YOU NOTHING?â Itâs his favorite side of you during game night for sure.
Charles enjoys going on side quests with you. Charles really did try to balance his work and home life and he thought that he did well. Yet according to some of his exâs they canât handle all these random âside-questsâ he takes (though he always made it a point to tell them). Yet, you are the complete opposite of them. You absolutely adored the random side quests Charles got to go on and was ecstatic when you got to join him because that meant more side-quests. You two getting lost to one restaurant and finding a cute ma and pop shop. Sometimes you guys would plan to hit a bar and end up outside, eating ice-cream, just people watching. Sometimes you two would just go out to walk and see where the day would take you guys. You were so easy going and just enjoying quality time with Charles that it was a breath of fresh air that he could be himself.
Lewis loves to spend a night in and cook with you because you always kept it interesting. The first time Lewis had ever cooked with you was in Brazil when he brought you to his house. You had insisted you wanted to help him cook and he let it. He had looked away for two seconds and whipped around to a very small fire starting on the pasta. You two swiftly put it out and Lewis couldnât help the laugh as you apologize profusely. He reassured you that he is not upset or laughing at you but heâs laughing at the sheer shock of the situation. Lewis thought it was a fluke but realized the longer you two date that this is just you cooking. He found it both amazingly scary but truly enduring at your ability to take a simple dish and create some chaos about it. Though Lewis has now found peace in the chaos and laughter that followed along with the âhow did you manage this?!â âi donât know this is a first!â conversation.
Oscar finds the most mundane things exciting when youâre with him. Shopping his favorite thing to do with you. Typically, Oscar is in and out with the bare necessities for him to survive until another race weekend and only doubles during breaks. Though when you join him, shopping becomes the most interesting thing ever. It always starts with iced coffee and âweâre only buying what we needâ though you both know thatâs far from the truth. He just happily pushes the cart as you walk up and down every aisle. Stopping to sniff the candles before getting both because itâs a âlittle treatâ and the âsale is too good to pass upâ (as if you were paying). He lets you pick out matching pajamas, board games, all the snacks and drinks. Oscar happily pays for everything and helps you load the car up and unload the car before you two are in your own little world for days on end.
Bonus!
Logan loves amusement parks at heart and it was bonus that you also love amusement parks. The two of you always made it a point to see if there was an amusement park nearby the hotel or track when he was in F1 and go check it out. When Logan was let go, he was absolutely devastated and really didnât want to do anything. Though, when you mention that youâve never been to Universal, Logan is rolling out of bed rambling bout how his parents had just renewed the family annual passes. Logan seemed to come to life after parking and making his way up the escalator with you and walking into the City Walk. The two of you went into Islandâs first to some rides. You deemed the âCat In The Hatâ ride was the weirdest ride youâve done yet but overall, 9.5/10. You two then hopped over to Hollywood studios where you experienced the joy that is âThe Mummyâ. You two had a dance party in Spongebobâs shop under the pineapple (that you two were a little big for but still fit comfortably) before ending it with some Fat Tuesdayâs and Voodoo Donuts. It seems that Logan can never have a bad day when heâs at an amusement park, sharing the joys of memories with you as he steps back, looking at all the photos he paid for from the rides smiling to himself.
Mick loves a good snow day. The days where thereâs too much snow so everyone stays home. He loves making a cup of hot chocolate and just looking at the snow enjoying the quiet before you come in and gasp before disappearing. He turns seeing you come out about five minutes later, all bundled up and rushing out the door. Mick is quick to follow, bundling himself up before opening the door and getting a snowball right to the face. Mick shakes his head out before rushing you the best he can. He ends up tackling you, the two of you laughing and rolling in the snow as Nala, the Saint Bernard puppy you two had recently adopted, comes out and jumps around. She tries to eat as much snow as possible which you and Mick try to control so sheâs not puking up water. The three of you (really you and Mick with Nala barking for support) make a snowman before Mick ushers you three in. Getting dried off, the three of you cuddle up under a blanket to watch movies.
Arthur loves playing music with you. Typically, Arthur is rather bashful about the music he makes as the imposter syndrome seeps in. Though when it comes to you, Arthur could sit for hours playing. His favorite is when you showed an interest in learning piano. The two of you on the piano bench, he guides your hand to the keys. Arthur rambles on about the keys and gently plays a scale before looking at you. He smiles seeing you try to intimate him, sticking his tongue out. It didnât sound as fluid as him but you hit all the keys right. He gently places his hands over yours, guiding your hands to play the scale while murmuring about relaxing as you were so tense. It took you about three lessons to finally relax, which Arthur took as a huge win. His favorite is when heâs playing a piece and he glances over, seeing how you watch him with such a proud and loving smile. How your eyes sparkle in awe and how you whisper âwowâ as you watch him. He may never release his music to the public but he would gladly play all of them for you.
Toto actually quiet enjoys rainy days. He enjoys waking up to the sound of rain and watching the rain fall while he drinks his morning coffee. Typically, Toto would move as many meetings to Zoom as he could and only go into the office if necessary but there were rare days that he had nothing schedule when he wakes up to a rainy day. Now these days are his favorite because he loves watching you sleepily make coffee in one of his shirt. How you gently cradle your mug and take a sip and sigh in relief. Toto loves watching you shuffle to the living room and pick up your kindle before curling up on the couch. How you look up with a happy but sleepy smile as he sits next to you on the couch with his own coffee in the hand and blanket. Placing the blanket over both of you, Toto moved his arm as you cuddled up into his side. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, he turns the TV on, gently resting his cheek on top of your head as you two spend the morning laying around. Rainy days were truly his favorite.
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06 - âCause I Want You Bad
Summary : Part 6 to Let Passion Get Too Much ⊠niall x louis x reader threesome
previous part /// jump to pt. 1
TW : smut, edging, subspace, pussy spanking
Word Count : 4.5k
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louis knew he shouldnât be doing this. he shouldnât have you on his lap, shouldnât have his hands gripped into your bum, shouldnât have you slowly grinding on him, shouldnât have his tongue in your mouth. but when you came down the stairs wearing his grey sweat pants, louis just about lost his mind.Â
âwhereâs niall ?â louis groans, something that makes your eyebrows furrow. not that you didnât love niall, not that you didnât always want him around, just, right in this exact moment, you werenât exactly thinking about him.Â
ââs saturday,â you mumbled against louisâ lips, as if that explained everything. but when you feel louisâ face contort into confusion, you explain between kisses, refusing to ever fully remove your mouth from his. âwhen weâre both home on saturday mornings,â you start, pausing to kiss louis deeply, your grip in his hair tightening, teeth sinking into the plushness of his bottom lip. âwe take some time for each other,â kiss, âwe like this cafe a few blocks away,â kiss, âheâs gone to pick up scones, muffins, coffee,â kiss, âsâtradition.â
and suddenly louis felt like such an intruder. you two had a saturday morning tradition, and here he was, getting in the way. he pulls away from the kiss, hand pressed on your chest, keeping you far enough to be just out of reach of his lips, eliciting the sweetest little whimper from you. âi can leave, darling.â
âwha- no,â you shake your head, pulling his hand from your chest, back down to your hip, mouth attaching to his neck, âheâs getting breakfast for three,â you explain, taking a moment to suck a small bruise behind his ear, smiling as you dip back into his lips. âsâabout all of us now, remember ?â you murmur, not giving him a chance to really answer, too caught up in his mouth.
louis swears he can feel his heart swell at the thought. he was being included into a long standing tradition. if heâd ever felt insecure about his position in this relationship, it was definitely waning. the only problem now, is that louisâ desperate to get inside you, and niallâs on his way with breakfast, dammit. âhow long until niallâs back ?â louis finds himself asking, most of it coming out as an incoherent mumble, one that he has to repeat when you give him enough time in between kisses.Â
you groan in frustration, eyebrows furrowed, âwhy are you so preoccupied with niall right now ?â seriously, the question may have come off bitchy, especially if your name was niall, but truthfully, you were having the most incredible moment with louis. him being all you could clearly focus on, and here he is, asking about someone else.
âisnât this kind of pushing the cheating line ?â louis asks, remembering the night, a while ago now, where the three of you came up with one rule, only including louis if you were all present. and although louisâ quite sure that having a very heated makeout session wonât really bother niall, he canât be so sure that the same could be said about putting his entire cock inside you.Â
you were still momentarily confused, until the rule floated back into your mind, when realization of louisâ apprehension made complete sense. you sit back on louisâ thighs, shoulders slumping, looking at him in pure adoration, âthings have changed, significantly since then,â you chuckle softly. honestly, the opportunity just hadnât presented itself for you and louis to have a moment alone like this, and therefore the rule lay far down in your memory, almost forgotten. especially by now, when you were pretty certain that niall would not mind one bit. heâd probably find it incredibly hot to walk in on louisâ cock buried deep inside you. âniall wonât mind at all,â you add for good measure, leaning forward to dip back in for more kisses, hips grinding down harder on him.
louis groans, whining slightly. fuck, he wanted to, wanted you, so badly. but he couldnât bring himself to it without expressly hearing from niall that it was okay. he needed to be certain that the rules had changed for everybody. and so louisâ grip on your hips tighten, holding you in place, ceasing your movements, ânot until niall gets back,â louis warns softly.Â
well fine, you think to yourself, but you didnât have to make it easy. your hand grips into louisâ hair, tipping his head back, exposing his neck. your mouth works its way over his stubbly skin, tracing feather soft kisses, and teeny nipping bites. you take your time, slowly working over his entire neck, paying close attention to spots that made his breathing hitch.Â
louis kept his hands gripped into your hips, not allowing you the satisfaction of grinding down on him. but he was losing his resolve quickly. it was so easy to get lost in you, so easy to give into anything you wanted. and the moment your mouth closed around his earlobe, sucking and biting softly, as you breathe out a groan, one that reverberates right into his ear, shooting down his spine, going straight to his cock, louis was sure heâd lost complete control of himself for a moment. his body reacting on its own, hips bucking up into you, hard.
it pulled a moan from you, again, landing right in his ear, as your forehead rested against his temple. âagain,â you whine breathily in his ear, figuring the trick to getting louis doing whatever you pleased. it seemed to go hand in hand with how much he loves and gets off on hearing niall speak.
louis canât help himself, hips lifting again, groaning as he feels you, still wearing his sweats, surely sticky with your arousal by now. another thought that swirls through his mind, not helping the situation heâs put himself in. louis turns his head, catching your lips with his own, pulling your mouth from his ear, kissing you deep. kissing you hard. he needed a grounding distraction, and it was the best thing he could think of. plus, it kept your mouth busy from bringing him right to the edge.
it was a few minutes later, that you both recognize the thwacking sound of niallâs shoes being thrown off unceremoniously, followed by the trudging of his footsteps. âfinally,â louis breathes, pulling away from your mouth, hips rolling hard into yours.
niall rounds the corner into the living room, right as you whimper, eyes locked on louisâ. a smirk pulls at niallâs lips, dropping the coffees and treats on the end table, âguess the coffees are going cold this morning,â he laughs.Â
âfuck yes,â louis groans, head falling back on the couch, eyes closing, âiâll get us more later, but for now, please just get over here.â
niall looks at you in slight confusion at the snippiness of louisâ tone. heâs met with your rolling eyes, and the word ârules,â as the only explanation you give. you can see that niall takes a moment, much like you did at first, just to remember what that was, eyes flicking over fondly to louisâ when he realizes. âsince when do you follow the rules, anyway ?â niall asks, chuckling, even more confusion etched in his features.
louis groans loudly, laughing, as he shakes his head. he lifts his head from the back of the couch, cheeks turning a slight red as he looks back and forth between you and niall for a moment, gaze filled with adoration. âsince i really donât want to fuck up,â louis admits.
niall flops himself on the couch next to louis, pulling him in for a quick kiss. he almost couldnât believe the surge of emotions at louisâ confession. âyânot fucking up, mate,â niall murmurs, eyes locked on louisâ as he says it, wanting him to understand the seriousness of what he was saying.
âwe want you here, louis,â you murmur, reaching out to take his hand in yours, squeezing it. âin all the ways,â you add, meaning that it wasnât just sex anymore.Â
louis knew. he knew this. youâd both been so sweet, and so patient, always reassuring him. truthfully, he just needed to get out of his own head. needed to let himself live this, be in it fully. âi know,â louis nods, his eyes holding so much truth, so much love. âiâm sorry, iâm getting there yeah ?â he admits with a soft sigh.
âremind ya every fuckin day if i have to,â niall chuckles playfully. although the statement stood, he happily would remind louis every day if he needed. still, lightening the mood was his strong suit, especially in moments like this, when you were both so clearly right into each other, bodies craving. it was no time to be having this talk.
both you and louis know what that meant. you both know niall well enough. the little joke was his way of ending the conversation, of tabling it until later when the time would be more appropriate. ânow, it seems iâve interrupted something,â niall smirks at the two of you, sitting back against the couch, making himself comfortable, taking his coffee and muffin, raising his eyebrow as he looks back at the both of you. âdonât stop on my account,â he smiles, taking a tiny bite of the chocolate chip muffin, and a small slurpy sip of his coffee for emphasis.Â
you bite your lip, looking back at louis, gentle smile pulling at your lips. louis looked so soft, so cozy. you couldnât help but reach out and cup his jaw, pulling his face to yours, kissing him deeply again. you could feel how much more laidback he was now that niall was here. you hadnât realized before, but now that heâs so much calmer, his entire demeanour looser, it clicks in your mind that he may have been a bit nervous earlier. you just arenât sure why.Â
although it had been over a year since the first time you brought up the idea of a threesome in that hotel room, louis still relied heavily on niallâs cues for just about everything. not that he didnât think he couldnât, more that it felt tried and true, and he couldnât fuck up since niall never fucked up. niall knew you so well, he just always knew. and louisâ still learning, so really, it just felt easier, and much less stressful, to feed off of niallâs cues.Â
so now that he was here, watching and savouring his breakfast, slowly growing a stiffy, enjoying this way too much, louisâ grip into you tightened significantly, his entire behaviour shifting.Â
niall though, wanting the show to move along, tuts softly, âget naked already,â he laughs around his mouthful of food. but still, it worked, as he watches you slowly raise to your feet, standing between louisâ legs, gripping the base of your tank top and pulling it off over your head. it was still much too early in the day for a bra, your chest instantly exposed to them. louisâ hands cup the sides of your breast, groaning softly, as his thumbs reach out to flick over your nipples, âbeautiful girl,â he breathes, before his palms slide down your sides to the hem of his pants that you were wearing. louis slowly pulls them down, watching a strand of arousal connect your centre with his pants, watching it snap as the material falls down your legs.
louis groans, gripping your hips, pulling you up to him. his mouth instantly falls on your pussy, sucking up any arousal that he can. a loud groany moan falls from your lips, head tilting back, louis pulling one of your legs, bending it at the knee, and resting your foot on the couch next to him. the position gives him better access to your cunt, mouth working tirelessly, hands gripping into your bum, holding you in place.Â
you gripped into louisâ hair, centring yourself, as your eyes roll back, the messiness of louisâ technique always sending you reeling. he was everywhere you didnât even know you needed. shifting from his tongue to his lips to his teeth, licking, sucking, nipping, from your clit to your entrance to inside you, pressed on your sweet spot. youâll have to remember to ask if he has a technique, or if he just goes for it. either way, you were already so heated, breathing laboured, coming out in soft breathy pants.
with all the work that louis had put in before niall even got home, and the extra work right now, your cunt finally getting direct contact with the man youâve been craving for the last half hour, you could feel yourself approaching your first high. could feel the heat start to spread through your body, could feel your muscles start twitching.Â
louis could feel it too. your tummy was spasming, legs trembling, moans more desperate. he brought you right to the edge, right to where the coil was about to snap, and he pulled away, looking up at you with a smirk, ânot yet, love.â
his mouth, his chin were soaked, tongue licking over his lips, just waiting for your reaction. it took your brain a quick moment to catch up to the fact that your pleasure had ended so abruptly, a groan grumbling from the depths of your chest, falling forward, forehead resting against louisâ, a look of desperation on your features.
all louis does, however, is press his mouth to yours, invading your senses with your own taste, licking into your mouth, depositing more of your arousal onto your tongue.Â
niall was watching on, desperate for a taste of you, his breakfast long forgotten, pants pulled down halfway to his knees, shirt discarded somewhere on the floor. he hadnât given in by touching himself yet, but his hand was gripped into his upper, inner thigh, and he was losing resolve. something about watching the two of you was so hot to niall. he couldnât quite put his finger on what it was, but he thinks he could do this for the rest of his life. watch you two until heâs so worked up that he needs to join.Â
your hips drop to louisâ, his cock perfectly nestled between your folds, rolling yourself on him. the tip of his prick was hitting your clit so deliciously, then catching on your entrance with every sway of your hips. you were picking up speed, teased right to the edge just moments ago, now furiously in search of the high youâd been denied.
âmakin yourself feel good, pet ?â niall asks, his eyes roaming both your bodies, entranced in the glistening pool of arousal youâve left behind on louisâ skin, the little red fingerprint indents in your hips and your bum from the strength of louisâ grasp. it was a miracle niall had been able to hold out so long, and still somehow finding the composure to not jump in just yet.
louisâ eyes were trained on your centres, watching you use him to pleasure yourself. with every backwards glide of your hips, he could see just how wet you were making him, feeling your arousal pool below his cock. he could feel your clenches whenever heâd hit a more sensitive spot, could hear your moans getting breathier, your urgency becoming greater. you were close again. that much, louis was good at reading. and just as you were about to scream out, he was pulling your hips clean off of his, leaving you with no friction, and no means to reach your peak.
you do end up screaming out, although not as erotically as youâd planned. it was just about the most frustrating thing you could think of, making your entire body twitch as it came down from nothing. âplease,â you find yourself begging, âplease louis, please,â you add whinier, whimpering as you grip into him.
niall catches the moment that louisâ eyes flicked to his. louis was checking in, making sure that this wasnât pushing you too far. he thinks that so far, heâs only witnessed you revelling in multiple orgasms. heâs never been a part of a scene that involved edging with you. by niallâs reaction though, louis knows youâre alright, that this isnât your first time, that your whines hadnât reached any thresholds as of yet.Â
and so, without hesitation, louis slides his cock inside you, angling his tip right for your sweet spot, something else heâs learned, and gotten quite pro at. it knocks the air straight out of your lungs, gasping for a breath, as louis keeps up a slow, hard pace.Â
your head rolled forward, looking down at louis desperately, unshed tears pooling in your eyes, pleading gaze hitting him. for the first time, he held all the cards. he could see that you were on the edge of tipping into floatiness. and no matter how much power your gaze held, louis needed to see where he could push you. as soon as your cunt started to flutter on him, tremors almost overlapping, louis pulls out, ânot yet, darling,â he groans, watching the shift in your eyes.Â
louis only felt fully comfortable doing so with niall watching so attentively. he knew that if anything, niall had the situation under control. it appeased louis. and little did he know, it appeased you as well.Â
your body falls forward again, being left on the peak, just to fall once again. your mouth crashes onto louisâ, needing an anchor for a moment, gripping his hair for balance. you were a whimpery, panting mess, your hips flailing, trying to escape louisâ grasp.Â
niall couldnât hold back anymore. his cock was so hard, he was growing more and more needy, and he was desperate to have an opportunity at bringing you to the edge as well. so he comes to a stand behind you, fingers reaching out for your hole.Â
the added touch made you jump slightly, not having realized that niall had gotten up and was now right there. heâs quick to reassuringly shush you, murmuring, âyâstill stretched from last night ?â his fingertips dance around your ring of muscles, index slowly breaching. you were so mellow, muscles still relaxed from last night, niall would have no trouble joining the scene. it makes him reach over to the drawer in the end table by the couch, pulling out a small bottle of lube.Â
louis looks on with a playful smirk and raised eyebrow, âdirty, the two of you,â he laughs, incredulously shaking his head. although, really, he shouldnât be surprised at this point. obviously you two would have lube within easy reach, always at the ready.Â
niall slowly eased his way inside you, your muscles giving way easily, eyes fluttering shut, mouth parting as you moan out. your face was buried in louisâ chest, back arched, hips straight up. louis gently coaxed your head up a tiny bit, enough for him to kiss you deeply. you were so tingly, so buzzy, egged on by the moans niall was echoing out from behind you.Â
you were so close to the edge, brought closer and closer each time, almost permanently trembling. âplease,â you whimper, needing to cum, needing it so badly. you were so hot, so desperate for a release. but niall didnât allow it, pulled out a moment later, making you bite into louisâ lip, hard. your body trying to curl in on itself, unable to in the position you were in. âneed to beg a lot more if youâre that desperate,â niall tuts with a smirk.
niall takes it upon himself to not allow you the break theyâd been allowing you up until now, reaching below you to grip at louisâ prick, pulling a gasp from him, placing his cock right at your entrance, pressing you down to sit on him. both you and louis moan out loudly, bucking up into you, making you rise entirely, lifted by his hips, cock empaled into you.Â
they were taking their turns, bringing you right to the edge, pulling out and letting the other have a turn. it was constant, keeping you right there, unable to attain your peak. your body was limply being shuffled from straight up against niallâs chest, to folded over louisâ body. you were gasping for air, pleading with loud whines. the back and forth and back and forth feeling of switching holes and switching cocks, you could barely keep up, not with the way you were floating now, so far gone. you felt so properly used, like a doll for them to fuck. and you loved it. the best release.
youâd lost count of how many times they alternated being inside you. all you knew was that you were about to lose any resolve. you were teetering on the peak, and niall had started recognizing that their time inside you was getting shorter and shorter. but really, niall wasnât ready to give you what you wanted. he and louis, however-
niall decides to keep your hips floating, above louis and a bit too far from himself. he reaches down below you, gripping louisâ cock and tugging quickly. it pokes a hard breath from his lungs, head falling back and baring his throat, âfuck, niall, fuck,â louis whines out, the sudden contrast from the slowness of his thrusts inside you, to the quickness of niallâs hand threw him in a bit of a frenzy.Â
as floaty as you were, you recognized that niall was working louis now, was bringing him to his own edge, while still denying you yours. it made you whine more desperately, crying out pleads, tears streaming down your cheeks as you realize that theyâll be letting themselves cum. without you. something they both manage quickly with all of their own edging in the process.
louis moans out, cum painting both your pussy and his own stomach, back arching as he does. niall uses the cum on his hand to stroke himself, cumming moments later, also painting your sopping cunt. it was so dirty, the image that niall was privy to. your heat leaking a mixture of arousal and multiple loads of cum, right down onto louisâ cock. without much thought, niall leaves an open palm smack right over your centre.
you cry out loudly, muscles spasming, gush of liquid erupting from your cunt. the spanking wouldnât make you cum, niall knew that. but it sure could make your squirt. âcolour,â niallâs quick to ask, quicker than louis even thought of it, another testament as to why he likes to have niall around for these moments. and as soon as a quiet âgreenâ spilled from your lips, louis had shuffled down, head between your legs, taking a turn in landing his own smack to your cunt.Â
with another loud cry, you gushed some more liquid, louisâ mouth awaiting to catch as much as he could, happily humming as he swallowed. âwant a taste, tommo,â niall grunted, landing another spank himself, louis ready to collect. he slithered from his spot between your legs, gripping into niallâs hair to tip his head back. louis pinched niallâs chin, making his mouth open, depositing your squirt into his mouth. niall moaned out, swallowing, mouth suctioning to louisâ in an intense kiss. their first one of the day. and they were indulging. full of tongue and teeth clattering, groaning right next to your ear, you whimpered, trying to get their attention, desperate for them.Â
once louis pulled away breathlessly, noting how blissed out you looked, leaned back against niall, head tipped over his shoulder, gasping for small breaths, body trembling, tear stains on your cheeks. you looked beautiful. louis kisses his way back down your body, figuring he could give into you just a tiny bit, before smacking your abused cunt once again, needing to taste more.Â
you were so far gone, you couldnât think, your brain too prickly. the pleasure that had taken over your body was so intense, skin heated like it was being burned, electric zaps coursing through your veins. youâd long lost count of how many spanks your poor pussy had taken, revelling in the gushing pleasure it allowed you each time.
âmake her cum,â niall speaks out to louis, starting to note just how far youâd fallen. no longer able to answer the question heâd been asking for a good minute. a question that you hadnât even heard due to the ringing in your ears. nor had you registered the fact that he told louis to make you cum.
so a surprised squeak left your lips as his mouth closed around your puffy clit, suctioning it into his mouth, flicking his tongue quickly. âcum, petal,â niall murmurs against your ear, knowing that the words would reach your subconscious, trembling so hard as your high finally peaked. it was so strong, body wracking, you fell through niallâs arms, louisâ hands quickly reaching up to catch you. he slithered from under you again, letting you rest against his chest as you gasped and panted for breath, far out of consciousness.
you werenât sure how long youâd been using louis to recover, but his hand was gently stroking your hair, niall sitting next to him, playing with your fingers, stroking your palm.Â
it was the soft shuffle of your head, burying yourself more into louis, that makes him realize youâd come to. his other hand reaches around you to squeeze you lightly, niall smiling at you, âwelcome back, petal.â
you hum, nodding, smiling at them, still too exhausted and weak to lift your head. âbe here all day if yâneed, darling,â louis murmurs quietly, ready to give you the comfort needed after the intensity of the scene. your heart melting at his willingness, humming breathily, leaving a soft kiss against his skin.Â
niall can really see how good louis is with you, but also realizes that heâs leaning a little too much on his experience. he remembers the early days with you, when he could learn you and test with you. itâs those moments that brought you two as close as you are now. the opportunity to make safe mistakes and learn from them, getting to know each other intimately by trying and by getting messy. and he trusts louis, knows that you do too. it was just time for louis to trust himself, niall thinks. âweâre gonna need another talk, rethink those rules,â niall hums, watching you nod, and a fond smirk pull at louisâ lips. things had changed, it was time that the rules and the dynamic did as well.
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Soooo! I was going through my piles of drawing in my room since Iâm switching with my sisters room and basically just seeing what I had to throw out, when I found a bunch of doodles from a project I completely forgot about. Said project I never shared here but I know at least ONE of you knows about and probably knows I was behind it sense they also happen to be the first person who ever followed me here. (Iâm not gonna @ them sense Iâm not sure if theyâre okay with it, but if you know Iâm talking about you and are fine with me mentioning you pls dm me and Iâll include you here!)
Anywho! That project was an ask blog! More specifically an ask blog for an au I made when I was in the middle of my mha fixation âšVigilante Spinnerâš I did delete the blog and most of the art I made for it for reasons I wonât start yapping about here.
But I was thinking about bringing that au back! Not as a new blog but I could start post about it here sense I had a LOT of plans, ideas and stories that I never got to share. For example the whole plot about what the hell was going on with their family (specifically their mom). And I REALLY wanna continue this au cuz it was genuinely so fun to make!
And I did some digging and found more art that I thankfully never deleted! So if any of this rings a bell! Hello you have found me again!
Iâm really sad I chose to delete almost everything I made on that blog, sense every interaction was so sweet and the people who were following the story were genuinely so kind and amazing
I MEAN WHAT THE HELL PAST ME!?!! Iâm gonna go back and slap myself i swear T^T
#art#artists on tumblr#ask blog#mha#bnha#mha spinner#shuichi iguchi#vigilante spinner au#v says#I had completely forgotten this entire thing#but then I saw those doodles and EVERYTHING just hit my all at once!#so! youâll be seeing this au if you stick around this blog#just send a question or request if you want more info on this#I PROMISE you I will answer#iâŠI canât#Iâm still so salty#why the hell did I do that???#my hero academia
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just took so much psychic damage listening to the live performance of fast car
#it was incredible dont get me wrong#but i had completely forgotten how much i listened to that song from june-november of this last year#i think it was second on my most listened playlist#and i'm now faced with the unfortunate truth that it now brings back a lot of really tough things#the first note hit and i was like. fuck. i was listening to this song when so so many pieces of my life imploded#almost started weeping#had the same experience a couple days ago when fucking. people like us started playing at a family dinner#i was INSTANTLY shot back to looping that song just trying to force myself through the day a couple months ago#fast car is a different experience tho bc i just happened to be listening to it when some real bullshit went down in my life#so now i'm like fuck dude i love this song and i /wasnt/ using it as an emotional crutch but now it reminds me of [redacted]#ALSO#fuck my ENTIRE life but carry on my wayward son is now one of these things for me too#list of things i have in common with the winchesters: carry on wayward son was playing as my brother died#(i know that it wasnt diegetic in spn but fuck man)#vent#lea speaks
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still so frustrated that it's because it took so long doing the video production part of my kai analysis that a lot of my revelations were rendered redundant but it's fine. it's okay. i was right. it's just that now everyone else has had it handed to them on a silver platter instead of reading between the lines like i did incessantly for the months before the miniepisode.
#it's killed a lot of my motivation to make such videos. i must admit.#jestersvaguely#i could still try to make it but augh. it's like nankidai didn't even put kai in the limelight he put him under a stadium light#too much. too much! where's the subtlety where's the tact. i loved it so much more before it was just explicitly written. sorry.#what else are people meant to dig into or engage with characters with if you're just completely clearing ANY curiosity#i don't know. i should still make it. it'd require so much rewriting though because i was specifically drawing from ranger's existence#and now there's a whole miniepisode detailing the complications of the satous dynamic and it's like well now i have to analyze that#but it doesn't even add much more than what was already implied & extrapolated from.#which i already had. i already had all of this speculation written down and dug into and now i have to rid the entire section of speculatio#it's so much less. impressive i guess. it just feels so plain and basic and it's like 'well yes we all saw that play out in the miniepisode#and it's like NO IF IT WEREN'T FOR THE MINIEPISODE HOW MANY OF YOU WOULD'VE JUST REDUCED HIM TO ABUSIVE OLD MAN#AND COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN THE FACT HE LOVED RANGER. RANGER - INCAPABLE OF AFFECTION - SAID GASHU 'S AFFECTIONS WERE HIS#AND FROM RANGER. COMPARABLE TO A SON. KAI'S EXISTENCE & GASHU'S REACTION THEREAFTER ... AHHHHHHH#i don't know. more than anything i'm just upset at my own inaction because now it's like. this is the one thing that we didn't need to wait#on for analysis. now i need to wait for asunaro to be explained before i can do proper kai analysis and it's so frustrating and saddening#i don't know. i just hate that i can't do any actual kai analysis now because he's my favorite#there's the whole 'what do the satous mean for sara & the narrative' but that was meant to be part of the larger thing#not the focus of the video. the focus of the video was discussing everything with kai#and now it's like. well the entire cover's been blown off unceremoniously and it's#ah. it's frustrating. it's so frustrating. nankidai's storytelling is so sloppy i really don't know what draws me to it at all
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mmm might pick up my Pandora Hearts reread again today
#my memories of that series are such a mess bc I like binged it back in high school#and my actual absorption/comprehension of information was. not what it could have been#so some moments/plot points stand out crystal clear in my memory#and others are not in my brain at all#I saw someone mention Jury earlier and. I had completely forgotten about that entire thing#invasion of the frogs
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writing timelines for my creative story projects in Excel is so chaotic, but also the only way to write timelines
#just spent uhh...three hours ish transferring a handwritten timeline into a digital Excel file#technically didn't even complete it I'm missing all sorts of events and basically all the years#like the entire point of using Excel is so I can write out years and be able to track things like character ages#but man I had forgotten just how much I had written by hand and then mentally added in#w/ the intention of writing the events in when I wrote up a digital timeline#like okay this is what I get for tracking the history of humanity in my newest fantasy world from the stone age onwards I guess#was not expecting to take that long honestly#like I wanted to work on some other projects and then just got Really Focused On This One Task oops#alas my poor hours I wished to spend you doing something else#ah well#oracle of lore
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That âis this UK uni accommodation or a Swedish prisonâ game is so funny but also so depressing
#literally itâs bringing back flashbacks of my final year of undergrad when i realised i was going to have to live on campus#or close to campus because iâd forgotten how to drive because iâd been in america for a year sans car#but then i missed the deadlines for good acommodation (because america) so i went for the cheapest option that was still available to me#which was a room in a building that ended up being CONDEMNED at the end of that academic year#guys it was so bad. there was racist graffiti all over the walls because no one had any respect for the place#broken glass in the courtyard. no lounge; you had to sit on the metal stairs to hang out#the stairwells just had brick walls. the kitchens were built to be shared by 6 persons maximum but forced to house 9 so they were so cramped#it was unbelieveable. i started eating at weird times so i wouldnât have to awkwardly stare at someone while waiting for a counter/stovetop#to be free. on top of this there were wasp and silverfish infestations; my window was so drafty that hailstones came in once#the mattresses were full of fiberglass and felt like they were made up entirely of springs; and there were ground-in vomit and piss stains#on my chair and floor#and i paid ~ÂŁ90.50 per week~ for this#the only thing that kept me sane was the free bus pass. i never missed a class and i went to campus every single day#and attended tons of random events and guest lectures just to not be in my room. iâd be the only person in the library at 8am on a sunday#my flatmates were a bunch of insane first years who drank and screamed at all hours so that didnât help either. i didnât make any friends#it was just so bad. there were never any community events taking place either and i saw the RAs exactly once. they were completely useless#reception nearly lost the kindle i ordered. i thought about doing laundry once and saw that the laundry room was absolute unmitigated chaos#so i was like âfuck it iâll just wait until iâm home next weekendâ and i went into town to buy clothes to tide me over#it was just such a horrible experience. and i hate that itâs a universal one#uk universities are really like âgive us ÂŁ9k in tuition fees and also pay an arm and a leg for your accommodation.#no we will not be improving our accommodationâ it makes me fucking crazy. like where is my money GOING#you find out they spent millions refurbishing a building that didnât need to be refurbished and youâre like. you couldâve replaced#the carpet in my room for maybe a couple of hundred quid considering how small the room is#pisses me off. my advice to undergrads is visit potential halls of residence and read reviews of them#and donât just let them dazzle you with the tour where they only show you the good rooms - poke around. see if thereâs damp or wasps#look for stains. etc. or better yet; find a half decent landlord and rent a room in a house#i had a way better time during my masterâs and it was because i talked to landlords and visited their houses and brought my nosy mum#and i picked a landlord who only housed postgrads; mature students & professionals. you couldnât pay me to live in halls again#personal#rant
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i start class tomorrow. weeeee
#only one and not one i was going to take because they deregistered me from the ones i wanted alshfksk#it was entirely my fault but. whatever#this professor seems good and I'll see about maybe doing a half semester course#I'll just have to be much more proactive in the coming year#i want to be. I'm excited to get done. i still have a ways to go but i need to get there#.#i hate school so so much but I'm excited to see if this gets me back on track a bit#i had like. completely forgotten i even took a spring class.#i remembered my fall class. and then i was like. what i had... i did another class? in the spring? 2 months ago? huh?#idk what happened there#consumed by oc thoughts i guess#anyway im slowly getting better. i think. very slowly .#i need to go back to therapy i think. really tell her the deal#like hey i need something more intense. just coming up with systems to try and not work is making things worse#ive done a lot of work just on my own about not feeling guilt and ive been working on acceptance and positive reinforcement#and it's helped a lot#but i may need her to step in and reassess jic#see if there's just anything missing
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âAnd you ladies are goinâ to be alright?â
âOh yeah, cabbieâs on his way for us. You go ahead and get this one home.â Your friends giggle as they take their turns hugging you goodbye, the process taking nearly ten minutes thanks to the never ending drinks youâve all had tonight.
It was a rare night out for you, celebrating a friends birthday at a bar with your girl gang. With your busy schedules, it was difficult to find time to get together as often, and when you did, your friends went hard. Shot after shot, drink after drink, youâd definitely been beyond tipsy for a while now.
Simon, who had come to pick you up at the end of the night, was thoroughly entertained by the sight of his intoxicated little sweetheart, all giggly and rosy cheeked. Making sure your friends has their own safe way of getting home, he slipped an arm around your waist, wanting to prevent your stumbling legs from landing you face first on the bar floor, and led you towards the exit.
âOh my gosh.â You giggle, your own arm trying to wind behind his large muscular back. âSimon Iâm so happy youâre heeeeeeere! I missed you so much.â
âSâthat right?â He humours you, holding the door open with his side as he manages to steer you out of the building and out to the car park. âYou anâ the girls have only been out for a few hours, lovie.â
âWell it was a flew, no a few! It was a few hours too long!â You drunkenly mumbled, making Simonâs smile widen, his mind already going over the different painkillers in your bathroom cabinet he could give you in the morning for the hangover you were sure to get. âA few hours too many, away from my Si guy! I donât like not being with youuuuuu.â
âI know, lovie, I donât like being apart either. But youâre allowed to have fun with the girls every once in a while.â He attempted to reason with you, fishing a hand into his jacket pocket in search of the keys. âYou had fun, right?â
âYeeesssss⊠but I like you! So much!â
âI like you too.â He chuckled at you. âIf ya had fun sâall that matters. And Iâm here now arenât I? Said Iâd come get ya.â He adds, tightening his grip around you in emphasis, not wanting to shake you too much, unsure as to exactly how many drinks you had.
âOh my gosh thatâs so nice to sayâŠâ you began drawling on before your feet came to an abrupt halt, nearly causing Simon to stumble forward himself as he stopped alongside you. âWaitâŠâ you mumbled, eyes glancing ahead at the familiar sight of Simonâs truck. âAre you driving me?â
He canât help but to softly chuckle to himself again, completely endeared by the way drunken you has your face scrunched up in consideration, apparently having forgotten that between the two of you, Simon would in fact be the one behind the wheel.
âI am.â He replies simply, watching you process his words.
âOkay, well, I just need to call Soap first.â You mumble, trying to pull your phone out of your back pocket with great effort.
âWhatâya need to call that tosser for?â Simon asked, now the one feeling confused.
âIâve just never actually written a will, and if youâre driving then I think I should probab- ahh!â You squeal as Simon scoops you up over his shoulder, swatting a large hand against the plump of your behind, covering the short distance to the passenger side.
âYeah yeah, very funny, cheeky girl.â He says, opening the door and helping you into the seat before buckling you in, a smile on his face the entire time. He comes around to his side and hops in the drivers seat, starting up the engine. As he starts to pull out of the parking and back onto the main road, Simon glances towards your figure huddled up in the passenger seat, already singing along to the first thing that came up on the radio, and wonders to himself just how much youâll remember in the morning.
The last time heâd drank with you, you were completely out of business the next day, saying that you could hardly remember a thing from the night prior, and even then he wasnât sure you were as intoxicated as you were currently. Deciding to have a bit of fun and take a chance Simon asks you:
âHey lovie?â
âMhm?â
âWhen I ask ya to marry me, what do ya think youâll say?â
âUh, I will say YES! Duh!â You reply, the answer obvious to you no matter what state youâre in. However, because you are in fact drunk, you then add âand then Iâm gonna get down on my knees too Si, and Iâm gonna give you the best bestest head in the whole world actually is what I will do.â
âHm, okay.â He answers casually, keeping the urge to laugh contained for a bit longer, wanting to keep teasing you. âAnd uh, how many kids do you think youâre gonna want us to have?â
âSimon,â you playfully sing song to him, angling yourself to face towards him and reaching a finger out to try and poke his cheek, landing more towards his shoulder. âDo you have feelings for me or something?â
âOr somethinââ he says quickly, âCome on lovie, how many babies am I puttinâ in ya, hm?â
âMmm, at least two I think. So that at Halloween, Simon oh my gosh, at Halloween! We can do a family costume and all be ghostbuste-â
âWeâre not gonna be ghostbust-â
âWe will be ghostbusters.â You nod to yourself, glancing away from him as his opinion is no longer valid, before changing your mind and looking at him with all the love you can muster at that moment. âSimon, it sounds like you liiiiiiiike meeeee.â You attempt to tease. âYou wanna get married? And have babies?â
ââCourse I do, lovie.â
âYou think about that?â
âEvery day.â
âEvery day?â
âMhm.â He confirms, sending you his own loving look.
âWell you better get me my ring then mister, cause I like yoooouuu too.â You giggle, before gasping as the song changes and starting to sing along.
He watches you in the passenger seat, a content smile upon his face as he listens to you singing without a care in the world, unaware that Simon has had your ring picked out and purchased since your first kiss. Heâs just been waiting for the right time to ask you. And now that youâve unknowingly given him your own blessing, heâs not so sure he can wait much longer.
#call of duty#call of duty fanfic#call of duty fic#simon ghost riley#simon riley#cod fanfic#ghost x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x you#cod simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost fanfic#call of duty ghost#ghost cod#ghost#cod simon riley#simon fluff#simon ghost riley x you#simon riley fluff
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Shameless
Tags: dad!Toji x fem!reader, modern!au, nsfw, mdni, breeding kink, he calls himself daddy
Synopsis: Youâre Tojiâs live-in nanny. He wants to breed you, and he successfully does so.
An: This is my story on ao3!! You can read it here. If youâre feeling extra nice, a kudos would be cool too.
Being a single dad was hard. Toji learned quickly after his wife's death that he in fact couldn't do this alone. The way little Megumi's big eyes looked up to him for direction... him of all people. He was not cut out for this. Megumi's mom was a wonderful mother: sweet, nurturing, and patient. Toji really didn't know if he was any of those things.
Luckily, her life insurance provided Toji with a relatively comfortable life combined with his job in construction of course. Construction might be his vice. He got away from home for 12 hours a day, and he worked so hard that his brain was mush by the time he was home. Not that he didn't love his son, he did, but every time he looked at Megumi he saw his sweet late wife. He also saw his short comings as a father.
Babysitters quit on him regularly. It was always the same excuse. "Megumi's an angel, but I can't be here 7 days a week. I have a life too." It was incredibly annoying. They'd stay for Megumi but left due to another one of his shortcomings.
Another one quit. That would be the third one this month. "Listen Mr. Fushiguro, I know a friend. She does this sort of thing on a different level. Have you ever considered having a live-in nanny?"
That stupid girl's question enlightened Toji. He had completely forgotten that live-in nannies still existed. After getting her friend's number and paying her what he owed her for her time, Toji relaxed on the couch with little Megumi tucked into his side. The three-year-old was happily babbling next to him, enamored by Toji's phone that was in his hand.
Toji looked at the number dialed into his phone, and he sighed. He was tired of making cold calls to potential babysitters like he was some desperate whore, but maybe, maybe this would be different. He wouldn't mind having a live-in nanny. His house wouldn't mind it either. Toji would be able to finally breathe. No more coming home from 12 hour shifts to pop something to eat in the microwave and wash the dishes. He wouldn't even have to see this so-called nanny often. He could pick up more hours at work with all of his new freedom of not having to worry about pissing off the babysitter.
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Either way, that's how you ended up in Toji's house. For the past three months you had taken care of Megumi, cleaned and deep cleaned his entire house, cooked him plenty of dinners from scratch, and even did his laundry the exact way he preferred. His house has never looked better, and Megumi had never looked so happy.
Despite being here for three months, you barely saw Toji. He seemed to avoid you like the plague and only answer with one-worded answers, which was fine. This was your job, not your actual family. There was no need for extensive communications. Though, you had gushed to your friend plenty over text about how hot "Mr. Fushiguro" was. He was conventionally attractive, yes. But you also always had a thing for the brooding types, and dammit, Toji was brooding. There was also something to be said about how he came home in the evenings. A black wifebeater clinging to his skin from a long day of working out in the sun. His jeans would be dirty from the work he was doing. His skin glistening from a thin sheen of sweat. His hair was always a mess. Goddammit. It was enough to make you feel fertile.
It was early in the morning, Toji was getting ready to go to work. Megumi had woken up, crying for his papa not to leave him. He's going through an extra clingy phase. He's usually okay once Toji's gone.
"Papa!" Megumi cried as Toji entered the living room. You had Megumi in your lap, rocking him with a sleepy look on your face. His tears were wetting your shirt, but you didn't seem to mind.
"He'll be back tonight, Gumi." You shooshed him and continued to try to rock him and pat his back.
Toji's face was unreadable. He was never one to get all upset over Megumi's crying, but hearing his son cry out for him tugged on his heartstrings extra this morning. Then, there was you. You were a godsend to Toji's life. Getting a live-in nanny was one of the best decisions he had ever made. Above that, you were excellent with Megumi. You were sweet... nurturing... patient. He hated how seeing you with his son made him feel. It almost felt like maybe 2 kids wouldn't be that big of a deal. Maybe 3. One on each of your legs and another one swelling in your belly. God. He was disgusted in himself for thinking like that.
"I love you, kiddo." Toji said quickly as he leaned down, giving Megumi's forehead a quick peck. The toddler made grabby hands for him. It was almost enough to make him stay home. Almost. Toji's eyes met yours as he was still leaned over. His face was close to yours. The tension between them were palpable. The moment felt like eternity between them.
Then, a black credit card was in view. "I need new work gloves. Get the extra thick rubber ones, will ya? Also, get whatever you and the kid want. I'll be back late tonight." He handed you the card and sauntered out of the house despite Megumi's pleas for him to stay. You looked at the Amex black card and blinked a couple of times. Only the top earners in the world had cards like this. Toji was just an average blue collar dad... It made you wonder how he got a card like this.
You still spent that shit though.
*** *** ***
Toji looked at his phone on the jobsite. No one dared to tell him to put it away. Toji was the best most competent worker out on the field. He could work circles around supervisors and project managers alike, and he was damn smart. He didn't need a pencil and paper or a calculator to make quick conversions in his head. So, most people stayed out of his way.
He smirked and chuckled at the notifications rolling in from his bank. 78.97 at Target. 21.25 at McDonald's. 43.52 at Barnes and Noble. 9.24 at Starbucks. He was happy you and Megumi were getting to have a little shopping spree.
You were also great at keeping him updated. You sent him lots of pictures and videos of Megumi. He cherished each one of them, immediately getting some of them printed and hung up in his house. There was even a picture of you and Megumi proudly displayed in the living room. In his mind, you were an integral part of the family. The "family" simply would not function if it weren't for you.
A fond smile spread across his face as he opened his messages. A picture of Megumi's little hands trying to fit into his new gloves that she had bought him. Great. She got the right ones. "I think he wants to be just like daddy :)", the message read.
Oh.
Oh.
The twitch that just occurred in his pants should be punishable in a court of law. In no way should he have gotten turned on by that. You were just being nice. It was a normal thing for people to refer to him as "daddy" in that context. It never affected him in the way it was right now.
So anyways, that's how he ended up in the port-a-potty busting a load all over a picture of you that he had on his phone. After the shock of his orgasm that came quicker than ever, he looked down, disappointed in himself. He wasn't some horny teenage boy anymore. This was just downright deplorable. Begrudgingly, he wiped his phone clean from his sins. Post-nut clarity swirled his brain. He couldn't believe he just did that.
He called your number. He had to make things right.
"Hello? Is everything okay?" You immediately asked. After living with Toji for some time now, you learned that he doesn't just call people. He will absolutely decline a call to just text and ask what's up.
"Everything is fine." He replied, trying to hide his amusement. It was cute that you seemed so worried for him. "Are you still in town?"
"Yeah, Megumi and I are about to leave Starbucks and head home. Why? What's up?" You responded back to him. He could hear Megumi happily singing a song in the background.
"You know you spent 152 dollars today?" Toji asked as he popped his back up against the port-a-potty door. He had a lazy smirk on his face.
"Oh- crap. I'm sorry. You can take whatever you see fit out of my pay-" He interrupted your nonsense quickly.
"Do you think I'm poor?" His voice was amused, not angry like you expected it to be.
"What-? No.. no, sir. I was just-"
"I told you to get whatever you and the kid want. Don't come back home until your certain that you can't carry the amount of stuff you bought in one trip." He said quickly. His stomach was already coiling from how you called him sir. He grimaced as he felt another twitch. I just took care of you dammit.
"Oh... oh, okay? Are you su-" Click. He hung up on you. One too many dumb questions. You looked at Megumi as he strapped into the backseat of your car. He looked intrigued by the conversation even though you knew he realistically had no idea what was just said. "Daddy said we have to go to the toy store." You grinned at him. He was smiling and clapping over the word "toy".
234.22 at Toys-R-Us. 122.56 at Lego. 208.38 at Aerie. 88.21 at Ulta Beauty. Another 94.48 at Barnes and Noble.
The way Toji grinned each time he felt that familiar vibration of his phone go off, meaning another notification from his bank was off-putting. Workers on the jobsite never seen him so happy. It was his penance for being such a horny freaky fuck.
*** *** ***
It was later that same evening. Megumi was in the living room surrounded by toys and crafting materials. He was currently drawing all sorts of "shadow animals" as he called them. You would of course look and nod your head, congratulating him on each terribly drawn animal. You acted like that was the best damn wolf-bear-owl hybrid you ever saw.
You were in the kitchen cooking chicken and dumplings. The clock on the stove read seven p.m. You didn't expect to see Toji at all this evening. He said he was working late this morning. Usually, that meant he was dragging his feet in through the door until well past ten p.m.
Still, you made him a serving of chicken and dumpling soup. You always did. Even when he worked late, you would put him a helping of dinner in the microwave to keep warm. You never knew, but he was always delighted by that. He ate the dinners each time.
A key jingling in the door handle caught your attention while you were getting Megumi settled at the dining room table. Three-year-olds were so hard to manage: too small to eat by themselves but too big to be locked in a high chair.
Toji stepped into the living room with a small grunt. He smirked as he looked around at his destroyed living room. Toys, crayons, and pieces of "artwork" were strewn all about the place. He glanced up towards you and Megumi in the kitchen. He took note of how your face was flushed and surprised.
"Papa!" Megumi happily shouted before the little bastard ran from your grasp to go hug on Toji's legs. His dad smiled as he looked down at Megumi, and he used his hand to mess up Megumi's hair affectionately.
"Go eat your food, kiddo." Toji said warmly to his son. Megumi happily obliged and ran right back to his seat right next to you, and you fed him a spoonful of the soup.
"You're home early." You stated the obvious.
Toji would never tell you, but he left early because he missed you two.
"Don't sound too happy to see me." He remarked in a sarcastic tone.
"What-? No, I just.. would've cleaned up more had I known you would be home so soon..." You responded. Megumi was sitting beside you whining for another bite of food. You snapped out of your surprise, and you fed him another bite of chicken and dumplings.
"Why? I don't give a damn what this place looks like." Toji said with a small nonchalant shrug. He walked through the living room, carefully stepping over the toys. Before you had become his nanny, this was how his house normally looked: messy, lived in. "I've got a bowl of dinner in the microwave. My kid's happy and fed. I couldn't care less what that living room looks like."
Your heart fluttered at the sentiment. Toji was easy to please. He really just wanted what was best for his kid, and that was you. "I like making sure you have nothing to worry about." You replied. He looked at you with an unreadable expression. It looked like he might've wanted to say something, but he had backed out last minute. He hummed and walked towards his bedroom to shower the dirt, sweat, and grime from the day.
While Toji showered, you had finished feeding Megumi and yourself. You allowed Megumi to have about an hour of TV time before bed. He really enjoyed old X-Men cartoons. You turned them on for him and parked him on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket.
You hummed softly as you worked in the kitchen. You packed meal prep containers of soup for Toji to take for lunch for the next couple of days. Then, you were washing dishes in front of the sink.
*** *** ***
"I like making sure you have nothing to worry about." Your words repeated in Toji's head over and over like a mantra. He hadn't felt so... cared for in a long, long time. It made his heart feel full, which was an unfamiliar feeling for him. A less unfamiliar feeling was his dick standing fully erect and at attention. He groaned quietly as he leaned his head back in the shower.
Something had to be in the air recently. He was a grown man with desires, sure. But this was a new record for him. Ever since you started being a live-in nanny for him, the boners were a daily thing. Hell, twice or three times a day sometimes. He's tried everything... Well, okay, maybe not everything, but he's tried cold showers and staying away from you. Neither of those things work to soothe him.
His hand was gliding up and down his length for the second time today. He was facing the shower wall with his arm propped up on it, supporting his head. Damn you for making him feel like a slave to his desires. You wanted to make sure he had nothing to worry about? Then, you should be the one in here fixing this damn mess, not him. He pitifully rutted into his hand, imaging he's plunging deep into you. Imagining the multiple ways he'd fuck the hell out of you is the only thing that soothes the ache, but this time he didn't see an end in sight.
He gritted his teeth together, and he balled up his fist, rearing back before stopping himself. He's not a teenager anymore. He can't punch walls. He took a deep breath and turned the shower off. No, this won't do. He needs to fix this at the source.
After quickly drying off and getting dressed, he walked back into the kitchen. His eyes scanned over the house. Megumi was enthralled by the TV, and you were washing dishes. Perfect.
He slowly approached you from behind. He could tell you didn't hear him as you were still softly humming. Usually, you would stop humming if he entered the kitchen. He never understood why. The sounds of your melancholic hums were beautiful and soothing to him.
He was directly behind you, and his hands gently cupped your hips. You immediately flinched and made a soft scream that was quickly silenced by one of his hands. "Shh, we don't want to disturb the little brat, do we?" Toji said into your ear. His warm breath ghosted over the shell of your ear, making you shiver.
Toji's eyes flicked over towards the living room. Megumi hadn't moved an inch. Perfect.
Toji slowly released your mouth. To his delight, you didn't make a sound. He could hear how your breath was slightly labored from him scaring you. A small chuckle rose from his throat. His hands went back to your hips, and he pressed himself against your voluptuous ass. A hum of approval escaped him. He could see your hands gripping the countertops.
"Nod your head. You like this? Want me to keep pressing myself against you?" Toji whispered into your ear. You took your bottom lip between your teeth, and you nodded your head eagerly, giving him consent.
"Dirty fucking girl." His voice was like a growl in your ear as he started to move his hips, dragging his length up and down along you. You could feel each inch of his length beckoning for you. "I knew you'd take whatever I gave you, but this? Letting me grind against you like a pathetic teenager while my son is in the living room? You're such a fucking slut." His hands were digging into your hips as he continued his controlled motions.
"Mnn.. fuck.." You softly whimpered out. Thank god the X-Men were currently in a loud fight scene.
You slightly frowned as you suddenly didn't feel Toji behind you anymore. You were about to turn around and ask what he was doing, but his fingers curling into the waistband of your leggings told you everything you needed to know. "Toji-" You managed to whisper out. No way could you two do this while Megumi was in the next room over.
"Shut up." Toji interrupted you. He had taken his throbbing length out of his sleeping pants, and he had a look of concentration on his face as he angled himself right at your entrance. "You have no fucking idea how long I've needed this. So just be a good girl, shut up, and take what I give you."
Direct orders from your boss. Who were you to deny the man who just spoiled you all day today?
It was a tight fit. Toji wasn't a gentleman. He didn't prep you with his fingers or mouth. This wasn't love making. It was hardly fucking. This was fulfilling a need.
"God... fuck. I didn't expect you to be that tight." He growled into your neck as he held your hips still against him. It felt like he was splitting you apart. You couldn't even respond to him.
He noticed how tightly you were gripping the counter and how you weren't responding to him. Your knuckles were turning white. He almost felt guilty. His hand came around the front of you, and he gently rubbed the swollen bundle of nerves. "Shhh... You can take it. I know you can." He whispered into your ear as it was taking every last shred of self-restraint not to fuck you into oblivion right on this counter. He slowly pulled back until just his tip was inside, and he pushed all the way back in. "That's it. There's my good girl." He praised in your ear. It was not lost on him that he felt you get wetter with each praise.
He hesitated, but he said it anyway, "You wanna be a good girl for daddy, don't you?" He whispered into your ear. That phrase made you tremble in his arms and nod your head. He slowly pulled back out and pushed right back in, taking you slowly. "That's right... hngh, fuck." He moaned into your ear. "You want to be fucked by daddy. You want to take his cock like a good girl. Take it." His hips started to move with more conviction.
You were already so out of it. This was like a dirty fantasy come true. You couldn't help but check the TV a few times to make sure X-Men was still playing. You were still worried that Megumi might run in here for whatever reason and see you bent over in front of his dad. You knew it was unlikely. Megumi could watch that TV like a zombie all day if you let him. Besides, you would be able to hear the small pitter-patter of his footsteps.
"Stop looking at the fucking TV. Trust me." Toji growled into your ear as he forced your hips down onto him roughly. A noiseless gasp escaped you. He wasn't small, and he knew that. He was using it to his advantage.
"Fuck." He groaned quietly as he rubbed you with a bit more fervor. You could already feel that familiar warm feeling coiling in your stomach. "I'm going to fuck a baby into you. You were fucking made for this. Made for raising my kids and taking my fucking load." He was spewing nonsense into your ear, but in the moment, you couldn't help but nod and moan. "You were made for me." He proclaimed as his hips continued harshly snapping into your backside. Somehow the sounds were masked.
"You want that, don't you?" He asked as he bit down on your neck then lapped at the bite mark with his tongue.
"Yes, daddy!" You quietly exclaimed. His thrusts only increased in power. Your eyes started to cross, getting lost in pleasure.
"Fuck. You're gonna look so perfect pregnant with my baby. I won't let you have a break. As soon as one comes out; I'm puttin' another one in you." He continued on yapping about how many kids he was going to pump into you. "I'll breed you again and again." His thrusts were heavy and brutal. You couldn't take it anymore.
He moaned as he felt you clenching around him, finishing all over his cock. It was enough to drive him overboard. He pumped you full of cum until you were sure some of it was seeping out.
There was a peaceful moment of dizzy highness for you two. Toji panted against your back. For the first time in while, he's felt satisfied. A soft amused laugh escaped him as he heard the iconic X-Men episode coming to an end. He swiftly pulled out of you, and he tried to ignore that little whimper of protest you let out. He tucked himself back into his pants, and he pulled your leggings and panties back up for you since you were still a trembling mess over the counter.
"Alright Kiddo, c'mon. Time for bed." Toji said as he sauntered off into the living room as if he didn't just rearrange your guts. He put Megumi to bed that night, and he cleaned up the living room for you, allowing for you to recover in his bed for round two. He was much more of a gentleman for round two.
*** *** ***
"Hey... I know I ain't been to see you in a while. I'm sorry." Toji said as he sat down on the grassy ground. "I was letting life pass me by for too damn long." He said as he took a wet washcloth and began to wash up his late wife's gravestone. "I'm doing better now, so don't worry about me."
"Megumi's growing like a weed. I'm sorry I didn't bring him to see you... I just don't know how to explain it to him." Toji's voice was full of guilt as he dragged the wet washcloth against the stone. "He's a good kid though. He looks just like you, damn bastard." He softly laughed, knowing his wife would've struck him over the side of the head for calling Megumi a damn bastard.
"Listen... I met a girl." He leaned his head over the gravestone. It had been close to three months since you and Toji started sleeping together. There wasn't a formal label to your relationship, but it didn't feel necessary. You two both knew you were sleeping exclusively with each other. "I think you'd like her, or maybe you wouldn't since she's fucking your husband. But either way... I-" He choked up a bit as he held onto the cold stone. "I feel so fucking guilty... I know you're not coming home anytime soon, but I just... I need your blessing. If you can somehow hear me, please... I never asked you for anything until I asked you to marry me. Now, I'm asking... please somehow show me you approve of this."
"She's good for me... She takes good care of Megumi. He's so damn attached to her somedays." Toji softly laughed as he remembered how a few nights ago Megumi crawled into bed with you and him because he had a nightmare. Instead of taking to Toji like he normally does, he crawled into your arms. Toji had never felt so damn proud and slighted at the same time.
"I should get going. Give me a sign though.. Something that tells me you approve." He finished his visit with his wife, and he went home.
*** *** ***
That night at dinner, Megumi sped into the kitchen with an action figure in his hand. He was pretending to be Batman. "Gumi, I've told you three times. Stop running." You said as you gave the small child a look. Toji smirked as he knew that look good and well. It was the look a mom gave as a warning. Megumi was on his last warning.
"I'm sorry, mama." Megumi apologized, causing for both you and Toji to freeze right in your tracks. Megumi had never called you mama before. He always said your name.
Your heart swelled in your chest. It was a feeling of affection and guilt. "Oh no... baby.." You said softly as you took his hand. You lead him into the living room, and you crouched down, showing him a picture of his mom to him. "That's mama." You gently corrected him.
Toji watched the scene like a hawk from the dinner table. His heart was pounding in his chest. He had never been shy about telling Megumi who his mom was, but he hadn't exactly been forthcoming about how his mom passed away when he was a small baby.
Megumi pointed at the picture. "Mama." He said quietly. You nodded and patted his head.
"That's right." You praised affectionately. He then turned his attention to you. and he poked your chest with his tiny finger.
"Mama." He said, pointing at you.
"No-"
"It's alright." Toji spoke up from his seat at the dinner table.
"I don't want him to be confused..." You replied as you slowly stood back up, looking at Toji.
"He doesn't sound confused to me." He retorted with a small grin. You turned your attention back to Megumi, and Toji looked up towards the ceiling. "Thank you." He muttered so quietly before kissing the necklace that hung around his neck. He had his wife's blessing. This proved it.
After finishing his dinner, Toji joined you two in the living room. You and Megumi were curled up on each side of his while watching that old X-Men cartoon. Suddenly, Megumi rose from the couch. You and Toji watched him with a hint of confusion.
"What is he doing?" You softly asked Toji as Megumi bent over, and he looked between his legs at both you and Toji.
"I have no fucking id-" He was about to respond, but then, it hit him. "Get up." He said as he stood up from the couch. He quickly grabbed his phone, keys, and wallet like a madman.
"What? What? Is something wrong?" You asked as you had never seen Toji move this fast. You quickly got up too.
"Nothing's wrong. Come on. We're going to the store." He grunted as he swooped Megumi into his arms.
You were confused and in denial when Toji bought a pregnancy test and made you take it. Now, both of you were waiting outside of the bathroom for the five minutes to be over. "This is crazy, Toji. I'm not pregnant."
"It's an old wives' tale. When babies do that, it's supposed to mean their looking for their sibling." Toji said with a nonchalant shrug as if what he said was matter-of-fact. "My mother told me that's how she knew she was pregnant with me."
The timer went off on his phone, and both of you fought to get into the bathroom first. He eventually overpowered you and snatched the pregnancy test off the counter quickly. "Oh." He said quietly. The room went still.
Suddenly, your heart was racing. "What is it? Is it negative?" You asked a hint of disappointment hit you. You didn't know why, but a small part of you hoped for it to be positive.
"Oh, you're fucking getting it tonight." Toji smirked as he turned the pregnancy test over. Two pink lines were clear as day on the test. You're pregnant.
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 7 : Sweet Strawberry
Summary: You're not a soldier, you're just an omega. You shouldn't have to remind them of that, yet you find yourself needing to. Price makes it up to you in the best way possible.
Pairing: Poly 141 x reader
Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, military inaccuracies, language, angst, panic, fluff, suggestive content, terrible flirting
A/N: Not entirely happy with it but it's done and I can move on from this one. I struggled so much with this chapter omg. Also, I just wanted to make it clear that I am not from the UK, I've never been to the UK, I'm simply going off of prior knowledge and what Google can tell me. So, if there's any inaccuracies, I am so sorry.
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Youâre expecting the knock when it comes. Youâd been standing in front of your door for almost five minutes, and you get it open almost before heâs finished, hand still raised. He gives no sign that betrays his surprise, if he feels any at all, instead he simply looks you over before turning on his heel and marching towards the door.Â
You close your door behind you, slipping down the hallway after him. Itâs raining again, though you had prepared for that, flipping the hood of your jacket up as you hurry after Ghost. He threatens to disappear in the darkness of morning, slipping between the street lamps like a specter. Itâs not often you get to see the true danger in them, the threats that they pose, the things that make them good at their job. You can imagine how many on his opposing side have been caught unawares by the way he seems to flow with the darkness around him.Â
You are significantly less graceful and quiet, feet slapping the wet pavement as you speed walk to keep up with the giant alpha. You can almost imagine the look on his face as you plod along behind him. If your lives depended on your silence at this moment, well, it wouldnât entirely have been your fault. If he didnât walk so fucking fast...
Heâs at least courteous enough to hold the door open for you, though perhaps that was simply something that was deeply ingrained in him. Manners that become unconscious practice, even when you despise the person youâre with. He leads you down the hall towards the practice room again, unlocking it and flipping on the lights. He empties his pockets and removes his shoes and sweatshirt, before moving to one of the punching bags.Â
You can already predict what your lesson today will entail. Your knuckles have almost completely healed since your little fit a week ago. You quickly strip off your jacket and toe off your wet shoes, moving to join him without having to be told.Â
âDo you know how to wrap your hands?â He asks, holding out two rolls of hand wraps.Â
âNo.â You shake your head. Itâs not entirely true. They had shown you once while you were with the CIA, but that had been weeks ago and youâre sure youâve forgotten the right way to do it. Even if you tried, heâd likely sigh and do it himself anyway.Â
He lets out a breath, pocketing one of the wraps before grabbing your right wrist. His hands are just as rough as you remember them being the day you punched Corporal Allen, calluses dragging against your skin as he meticulously wraps the fabric around your fingers. You watch him, trying to memorize how to do it in hopes that maybe, eventually, youâll surprise him and manage it yourself.Â
He finishes your hands quickly before wrapping his own. You flex your hands, trying to get used to the feeling of the wraps. Theyâre not too tight, shockingly. You had half expected him to choke your fingers until theyâre purple just because. But, you also know Price will be looking for any mark or sign of injury as soon as he sees you at breakfast. The thought of him laying into Ghost for even a bruise as your stomach twisting, and not in a bad way.Â
âMake a fist.â Ghost says, crossing his arms as he stands in front of you.Â
You stare at his bulging muscles for a second too long, quickly curling your fingers as your face warms.Â
He takes hold of your hand, inspecting your fist. âNot bad.âÂ
âI did grow up with brothers.â You murmur.Â
âDid they ever hit you?â He asks as he turns you to face the boxing bag.Â
âOnly playfully.â You say, missing the subtle edge to his voice. âDad would have caved their heads in if they ever tried.âÂ
You canât see the way heâs staring at you as he stands slightly behind you, but you can feel his gaze as it lingers for just a second longer than you expected it to. Youâre not sure if maybe he doesnât believe you, or maybe he knows thereâs more to the story. Youâve hardly spoken about your family since your arrival, but they seemed to accept the fact that they havenât been your family for years now as a valid reason.
âGet into your fighting stance.â He finally says, moving around you as you take the stance you had perfected last training session. âGood.â He says, looking you over. âNow throw a punch at the bag.âÂ
You squeeze your fists, imagining Corporal Allenâs face on the bag before you throw a punch, barely managing to move the bag.Â
âPunches like that are what will get you hurt.â Ghost says, extending your arm. âYou can throw your weight, which is good. Thatâs why you were able to throw Allen off his feet. Youâre asking for a broken arm, though. Keep your arm flat and facing downwards through the entire punch. Aim with the knuckles and twist your lower body for support.âÂ
He throws a punch at the bag, the sound of his fist hitting it loud, and you watch the bag swing back and forth violently. He could probably punch through you if he wanted to. Your pitiful punch wouldnât even stun him.Â
He stops the bag from swinging, having you throw repeated punches at it. He fixes your form and technique as you go, teaching you different kinds of punches. Your arms quickly get tired, and you know youâre going to be sore again. Maybe you should take up some weight lifting or something. You could ask Soap to help you.Â
You go until your arms feel like they're going to fall off, your shoulders burning. âI can't anymore.â You whine, breathing heavily from the exertion of throwing punches for 30 minutes.Â
âYou have to learn to push through the pain.â He says, looming over you. âYou think in a fight, everyone will just stop because your arms are tired? Or you're a little sore?â
He has a point.Â
You take half a step back as he invades your space, leaning down close to you. âIf they're out for blood, they won't even stop even as you're bleeding out in front of them.â His eyes are dark, biting into you, speaking volumes of his knowledge and experience. You wonder how many times he's been in that situation, how many times he's had to fight quite literally for his life. He steps away from you, moving towards the center of the mat. âCome on. I'll teach you some combinations.âÂ
You don't want to follow him. You want to curl up in a corner and nap for the next four hours. You don't doubt he'll find a way to force you, though, so you move to the center of the mat with a sigh.Â
He teaches you different combinations, working through them over and over. You're sloppy, mixing up which punch is which, which move means what. It only gets worse as you get more and more tired, but Ghost is relentless.Â
Finally after almost an hour and a half of training, he calls it. Your legs are shaking and you can barely lift your arms to unravel the wraps from around your hands. You sink onto the floor, laying out flat on the padding as you try to catch your breath.Â
âCome on.â Ghost says, lacing up his shoes. âYou'll have time to shower before breakfast if we get back now.â
âWait. Just gimme a minute.â You breathe, not even sure you have the willpower to get up from the floor, much less the muscle power.Â
He lets out a sigh before approaching you, bending down to slip his hands under your arms. âOn your feet, soldier.â
He lifts you easily, far too easily. Your legs shake, nearly giving out as you're forced onto them. You pout, ignoring the ache in your bones as you're forced upright.Â
ââM not a soldier.â You murmur.Â
âIn here with me, you are. You want to learn to fight, you get treated just like everyone else I've taught.â He says, glowering down at you. âNow get your shoes on and let's go.â
Your brows pull into a frown, but you do as he says, slipping your shoes back on and your jacket. You had hoped perhaps he would have a little mercy, given your status and inexperience, but it seems you're not even being awarded that. You know part of it is his revenge for you invading his protective circle around Soap, for kissing Soap in front of him.Â
The frown doesn't leave your face as you follow him back to the barracks, having to almost run to keep up with him.Â
âYou look tired.â
âI am. I had training with Ghost again this morning.âÂ
âHow is that going?â
âIt's hard.â You admit, sinking back in your chair. âHe's hard on me. He sees me as a soldier, not an omega.â
âHave you brought this up to him?â Dr. Keller asks, crossing her feet as she relaxes on the couch across from you.
You nod. âYeah. He said I have to push through it, because if I wind up in a real fight, they won't go easy on me.â
âWell, I canât say heâs wrong about that. But, thatâs still no excuse.â Dr. Keller tilts her head at you. âYou could bring it up to Captain Price. He is your pack alpha, and heâs also Lieutenant Rileyâs. I donât doubt heâd bring it up to him on your behalf.âÂ
He would, but you donât really want to stir the pot in that way. The last thing you need to do is become a tattle-tail. Itâs quiet between you for a few moments, Dr. Keller shuffling her papers as you mark a clear end to that conversation.Â
âHow did you do on your assignment? I see youâre wearing a different sweatshirt this morning.â She says, eyeing you.Â
Youâre wearing Priceâs sweatshirt, the one he gifted you. Youâve been wearing it almost every day, his scent still clinging to the fabric. Your face warms as she stares at you, a small smile tugging at her lips. âYeah, but...I didnât ask for this one. Price gave it to me after I told him about where my other one came from. I uh...I kissed Soap. And Gaz.âÂ
âOh?â Her brows raise, and she writes something down on the paper. Your face warms even more as you watch her pen move with every letter. You can only imagine what sheâs putting down. âIs that something you wanted? I know we talked briefly about it last time.â She says.
You nod. âYes. I did want it. I...I also...kneeled...with Price...Did a couple times actually...âÂ
Dr. Kellerâs mouth opens in surprise, her eyes shining as she looks at you. âYou did? Thatâs huge! Thatâs an incredible development! Did you initiate, or did he?âÂ
âI did.â You say bashfully, sinking back further into the chair. âBoth times.âÂ
Dr. Keller smiles at you, looking almost proud. âThis is a big step in the right direction. How did it go? Were you able to relax?âÂ
You nod. âYeah. It was nice. He was...gentle. He did it right.âÂ
âGood. How did you do coming down from it? I know it can be intense and difficult for some omegas.â She asks.Â
You shrug. âFine. I felt it a bit the morning after, but it wasnât too bad. I fell asleep on him both times.âÂ
âOh?â She lifts an eyebrow. âDid you stay with him?âÂ
You shake your head. âNo, Gaz took me to my room both times.âÂ
âGood. Thatâs good practice, for when your heat comes. Shows how much trust they have in each other.â
You hadnât really thought of that. There was a lot of trust involved in omegaâs heats. Omegas have to trust their alphas to take care of them while theyâre blind with insatiable need, but both alpha and omega have to trust a beta to keep them alive. Your heat will trigger Priceâs rut and make him lose control for a while, and it will be up to Gaz to keep you both fed and hydrated. Heâll be the one to help you both afterwards as well.
âHave you started nesting yet?â Dr. Keller asks.Â
You shake your head. âNo. Donât feel any drive to either.âÂ
Dr. Keller hums as she writes something down. âWell, it has only been two weeks. Though, perhaps if you can manage to ask for some things to make your space more comfortable, that might help ease you into it.âÂ
You chew on your lip, tugging at the sleeves of your sweatshirt. You know sheâs right. Until youâre comfortable and feel safe enough, you wonât feel the drive to nest. Youâll need to nest before your heat arrives. Otherwise, itâll cause issues for both you and Price.Â
âWhen...when should I be worried?â You ask.Â
âHmm...â Dr. Keller looks at her calendar. âIf youâre not feeling any sort of drive to nest by our next appointment, then Iâd say we may need to consider using some exercises to help jump start it.âÂ
âExercises?â You ask warily.Â
âAll easy things.â She reassures you. âThings like scent introductions, tactile explorations, and some bonding exercises might be helpful as well.â She writes something down on a sticky note. âIâll explain everything in detail and youâll get to choose whether you want to do any of it or not. No oneâs going to force you to do anything youâre not comfortable with, alright?âÂ
Tears prick your eyes at her words, and you furiously blink them back. Itâs a little late for that kind of sentiment. Your presence here alone was thanks to a long line of people forcing you to do things youâre not comfortable with. It was easy to get lost in the excitement and the emotions of bonding with a pack, easy to forget that you would never have chosen this place had you ever been given the option to choose.Â
You would have gone far from the military, far from this kind of life. Itâs your duty to bond with an alpha, but what if you donât want to? What if itâs all a front, and as soon as youâre claimed the curtains rise and suddenly everything is different? What if Price isnât as kind as youâve come to believe him? Just one squeeze too tightly around the back of your neck while youâre kneeling and everything would change.Â
How easily he could take everything from you.Â
âYou want to talk about whatâs going on in your head right now?â Dr. Keller asks, breaking the silence between you two.
You hadnât even noticed youâd been staring off into space, lost in your thoughts. Of course she knows somethingâs changed. Sheâs spent years learning the ins and outs of omegas and all the secrets you can only imagine. Sheâs probably just as in tune with subtle changes as the four well trained soldiers that make up your new pack. Maybe even more in tune with them.Â
You shake your head, keeping your gaze on the floor.Â
âRemember nothing shared in this room leaves this room. Itâll always only be between us.â She says softly.Â
Youâre panicking. You can feel the pressure rising within you. Youâre like a grenade and someone is about to pull the pin. Youâre afraid youâll spill everything to her, afraid youâll let out things youâve successfully kept buried for years and years. Things youâve left behind, things youâve had to move on from. Things you canât afford to let out now.Â
âIâd like to be done now.â You silently curse the way your voice shakes.Â
Dr. Kellerâs brows pull into a frown but she nods. âOkay.â She slips her papers into her notebook before standing. âLet me grab my keys.âÂ
You stand as she moves to her desk, grabbing her keys from the drawer. She leads you from her office, thankfully staying quiet as you walk through the rain towards the barracks. Youâre still panicking, the turmoil inside you probably projecting the sour scent across the entire courtyard but you donât care. You canât.Â
âRemember, if you ever need anything, Iâm usually in my office.â Dr. Keller says as she drops you off at the door.Â
You feel guilty as you hurry to your room, shoes squeaking on the tile. You feel bad for cutting the appointment off early, you feel bad for feeling the way you do. Later youâll be grateful for Dr. Keller respecting your boundaries and not pushing, for following through with her promise and letting you be in control of the appointment.Â
Right now you donât care. Right now you canât care. Youâre too lost in your turmoil, the bitter scent of your distress seeping out from under the locked door.Â
â...can ye talk tae me, hen? Let me know yer alright?âÂ
The soft voice coming through the closed door pulls you out from your burrow under the thin blanket. You blink blearily at your phone, trying to see the time. Itâs just a little past the normal time you go to lunch with them. How long have they been knocking on the door?Â
âCome on, lass.â Soapâs voice comes through the door again. âI dinnae want tae have tae kick in the door.âÂ
You force yourself out from under the blanket, pocketing your phone before quickly moving to your door. You throw it open, Soapâs eyes immediately scanning you as you rub tiredly at your eyes. You donât doubt heâd kick in your door if he felt he had to.Â
âSorry,â You yawn. âI was asleep.âÂ
His eyebrows raise as he stares down at you. âYe were asleep? Ye werenât kidding about beinâ a heavy sleeper.â He leads you from the barracks, crossing the courtyard towards the mess.
âOne time, when I was about two or three, my dad took us to some demonstration on base.â You say as you begin walking to the mess with him. âI fell asleep about halfway through and slept through a howitzer going off.âÂ
Soap lets out a laugh so loud it echoes in the courtyard. âYe slept through a howitzer?âÂ
You nod. âYup. My dad never let me live it down. I heard it all the time. âYouâll have to try hard to wake her, she slept through a howitzer once.ââÂ
Soap chuckles, leading you into the mess. âYe are a deep sleeper.âÂ
You shrug. âI did say so. My phone will wake me up though. Alarms, calls.âÂ
âIâll keep thaâ in mind.â He says as he guides you through the line, making your tray for you.Â
You sit between Price and Gaz as usual, feeling a bit on edge still despite your nap after your appointment. You hadnât gotten to sleep for very long, not nearly long enough to clear your head completely. You know they can tell, Gaz slowly shifting closer and closer to you, Priceâs gaze flickering to you out of the corner of his eye every so often. Even Ghostâs eyes pass over you every so often as they sweep across the mess.Â
You wonder if he feels responsible.Â
You hope he does.Â
Soap walks you back to the barracks after lunch and you spend the afternoon burrowed under your blanket again. Youâre exhausted and sore after a long morning of training and your appointment. You wish you could sink back into sleep, let the emotions pass without you having to feel them, but youâre too awake now. Too aware of them as they prickle in the back of your mind.Â
Dinner passes without incident, but you canât ignore the feelings still stirring within you. You feel agitated and on edge, not even pacing your room helping you. You let out a breath before you put your slippers on, slipping out of your door. You make your way down the hallway, turning right instead of left like you would if you were heading for the rec room. The door is cracked open and you pause just before you reach it, suddenly feeling nervous. You shouldnât really. There was no reason to be nervous, yet you canât help the urge in the back of your mind to turn tail and race back down the hallway to the safety of your room.Â
âYou can come in, unless youâd prefer standing in the hallway all evening.â A voice calls from inside the office.Â
Your face warms a bit at getting caught, but he could probably hear you coming down the hallway. He could probably smell you too.Â
You push open the door, slipping inside before closing it behind you. Price stares at you from his desk as you stand there, shifting nervously on your feet. You feel agitated, on edge still. Youâre worked up, and you donât quite know why.Â
âEverything alright?â Price asks, likely picking up on your nervous energy.Â
Yes. You want to say, but then youâd have to come up with a reason as to why you sought him out, why you feel so worked up. You could just kneel for him. Itâs what you should do, let yourself be eased into a peaceful state of mind. Let him take care of you.Â
 âI donât know.âÂ
The words are hardly more than a whisper, your voice trembling just as much as you are. Your chest feels tight, your breaths becoming shallow. You're not sure when he got up, when he even moved. His scent wraps around you, warmth encompassing your being as your face is pushed against his chest.Â
âI need you to breathe for me.â Price says, pressing your ear against his chest. You can hear the steady thump of his heart, the air flowing in and out of his lungs.Â
You close your eyes, trying to match your breaths to his. It's hard, your body fighting your attempt to regulate it. You close your eyes, focusing on the soft fabric of Price's shirt against your cheek, the warmth of his hand on your head as he keeps you pinned against his chest. It's not constricting or suffocating. It's grounding, keeping you from drowning in your own thoughts.Â
He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't need to as he holds you there, letting you calm down. You begin to slowly relax, your arms wrapping around his waist, fingers gripping the back of his shirt.Â
âWant to tell me whatâs going on?â He murmurs, lips brushing the top of your head.Â
âI donât know.â You whisper, still clinging to his shirt. âIâm just...I feel off. Ghost was being hard on me this morning and then I got upset during my appointment and Iâve just felt on edge all day and I canât relax because I canât get comfortable!âÂ
Price tightens his grip around you just slightly. âWhat do you mean?âÂ
You huff out a breath, squeezing your eyes closed so the tears donât escape as the words leave you in a flood before you can stop them. âThe blankets arenât soft enough and the pillows are too thin and itâs too dark and Iâm tired of smelling like bland soap!âÂ
Price hums quietly, squeezing you gently as a tear slides down your cheek. âThen we should do something to fix that.âÂ
âBut I shouldnât need it!â You cry, trying to push away from him, but he keeps you tight against his chest. âIâm supposed to be a good omega and adapt and learn to be comfortable where I am.âÂ
âThat might be what you were taught,â He says, letting you push away from his chest, but he wraps his hands around your arms, keeping you in front of him. âBut things donât have to be that way. We should have taken care of something like this sooner. Iâm sorry I didnât even think of it. You shouldnât have had to ask for it.âÂ
You blink up at him, genuinely surprised by his words. âI...what?âÂ
âWe all have our own little comforts that we keep. Soap sleeps with a stuffed bear. Donât tell him I told you that.âÂ
A small smile tugs at your lips at the mental image of Soap snuggling up with a teddy bear.Â
âYou deserve some comfort too.â He says, squeezing your arms.
âBut, itâs not...regulation.â You say.Â
âDoesnât have to be.â He says. âYouâre not a soldier. Even then, the only ones going in there are us. The only thing I canât approve of is painting the walls. Unfortunately the prison grey has to stay.âÂ
You canât help but laugh, wiping the tear from your cheek. âI suppose thatâs alright. Just...as long as itâs not as dark and maybe a soft blanket or something. Thatâs really all I need.âÂ
He hums, staring down at you. You canât quite figure out the look on his face, something shining in his eyes. âWeâll get it figured out.â He says, squeezing your arms again.Â
âGet some shoes on. Weâre going on a trip.âÂ
You look up from your book, staring at Price as he stands in the rec room. Heâs dressed in civilian clothes, arms crossed as he stares down at you on the couch. You mark your place in your book, pushing yourself up to sit. Itâs a Saturday afternoon, and unlike last week they had the day off, which means you do as well.Â
âAre you going to make me hike through the woods for two hours again, sir?â You ask, pushing yourself up to stand.Â
âNo. Weâre going into town.â He says.Â
You blink at him. You havenât been off base since you arrived, and you figured you probably wouldnât be getting that opportunity any time soon. âCan I ask why, sir?âÂ
âWeâve got some shopping to do.â He says simply, turning and leaving the rec room.Â
You stand there shocked for a moment before youâre following after him, slipping into your room to put comfortable shoes on and grab your phone and a jacket. You donât even have a wallet to carry around to make yourself feel better.Â
Price is waiting by the door for you, a car parked outside. Youâre slow to approach him, suddenly feeling a mix of emotions. Heâs doing this for you. Heâd really taken your conversation last night to heart and now heâs going to go spend money on you that he doesnât need to.Â
âWhatâs that look for sweetheart?â He asks, standing in front of the door.Â
âYou donât have to do this.â You say, staring up at him. He seems so tall like this, so...imposing.Â
âCourse I do.â He says, his gaze softening just slightly. âShould have done it sooner. You deserve to be comfortable too.â He says, turning to open the door.Â
You follow him out, climbing into the car when he opens the door for you. He gets in the driverâs seat, the car rumbling to life. He drives to the front gate, passing off two ID cards to the guards. He passes one to you when the guard hands them back, the gate in front of you opening.Â
âThatâs your ID card. Gets you on and off base.â He explains as he drives away from the gate. âI doubt youâll be leaving on your own, but just in case.âÂ
âThank you, sir.â You say, slipping the card under your phone case for the time being.Â
He glances at you, a small smile on his lips. âYou can call me John, if you'd like. You don't need to be formal when we're in private.âÂ
âYes, sir.â You make a face, biting your lip at your automatic response. âSorry. Old habits.âÂ
âFrom the institute?â He asks.Â
You shake your head. âMy dad, actually. He was a firm believer in respecting authority figures. All âyes, sirâ and âno, sirâ by the time we were old enough to know the difference.âÂ
âSounds like my father.â He says, staring out at the road ahead. âOld grizzled military man.âÂ
âDo you still have contact with him?â You ask curiously. You donât know much of anything about their families, their backgrounds.
âNot really. Beyond holidays, neither of us really make an effort to talk to the other. After mum passed, there wasnât much to talk about.â He says.Â
âShe was the glue.â You say, watching the trees pass by the car.Â
âYeah.â He huffs out a laugh. âAs betas usually are.â
âDo you have any siblings?â You ask, curiosity getting the better of you. You know next to nothing about them, while they likely know your entire life story.Â
âNo,â He shakes his head. âJust me. You have a lot of siblings.âÂ
You nod. âSeven at the time I left for the institute. Could be more now.âÂ
âThey never tried to keep contact with you?â He asks.Â
âNope.â You turn to look out the window. âThe institute didnât really encourage it either, because we were being prepared to join new packs. Thatâs hard to do when you still have bonds with your old ones. I think they might have forcibly ended some. I know there were some omegas that tried to keep contact, but it became less and less until eventually it just stopped.âÂ
Priceâs hands tighten around the steering wheel just slightly. You wouldnât have noticed if you hadnât been paying attention. Silence settles in the car as he drives, farmlands passing until the houses start getting closer and closer together. You stare at the buildings as he drives through town, a blend of historical and modern.Â
âItâs beautiful here.â You say, watching people and cars pass by.Â
âI suppose so.â He says, glancing at you. âI grew up in this area.âÂ
You turn to look at him. âYou did? I didnât know that. Then again, I donât know much about any of you.âÂ
âYou can ask us, you know.â He says. âWe donât have to be that secretive with you. At least not about ourselves.âÂ
He pulls into a parking lot, opening your door for you and helping you out of the car. You slip your hand into his, holding it as you cross the parking lot. You stare up at the store. ASDA. Youâve never heard of it before, though you suppose the stores would be different here too.Â
Price drops your hand to grab a cart, the store bustling with people. You hang onto the edge of the cart, staying close to Priceâs side. âWeâre here for you.â He says, guiding you through the aisles. âGet whatever you want.âÂ
Heâs led you to the homegoods section, your eyes widening at the entire aisle of blankets and bedding in front of you. You try to take it all in, but you feel a bit overwhelmed. Thereâs so many choices, so many options.Â
âPick out as many as you want. Donât worry about the price.â He says, before you can protest. âWe get paid decently, but donât have many chances to use it. Let me do this for you.âÂ
You stare up into his eyes, the sincerity in them, before you nod, turning back to the wall of blankets before you. You study them, running your hand along them to find the softest ones, doing as he says and ignoring the price tags. You settle on a couple soft ones, grabbing a throw blanket as well that you can pack around to the rec room if you want to. He takes you to the pillow aisle, and you settle on a pair of fluffy pillows, as well as a couple decorative ones as well.Â
âHere.â He slips a big plush strawberry into your arms before you leave the aisle, your cheeks warming as you look at it. âMakes me think of you.âÂ
You preen at his words, holding onto the strawberry as you make for the lamps and nightlights, settling on a cat shaped one that will sit on your desk and changes colors. You pick up a few other items before heading for the toiletries, finally setting the strawberry in the cart as you zero in on the soaps and body washes. You smell all the strawberry scented ones, trying to find the perfect one.Â
âWhy strawberry?â Price asks as you put a strawberries and cream scented body wash in the cart.Â
âCompliments my scent.â You explain as he leads you to the shampoo and conditioner. âWe had a scent specialist come to the institute one time as an activity. We all figured out what our scents smell like and what notes compliment them the best.âÂ
An arm wraps around your waist before you can look at the shampoo, pulling you back against a broad chest. Priceâs nose presses into your neck and he inhales deeply. He lets out a content hum, his beard tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. âI think youâre right.âÂ
Your face burns hot as he presses a gentle kiss against the side of your neck before releasing you. You stand there for a moment, trying to calm the heat rushing through your body and focus on the shampoo. You hear him chuckle as you shuffle forward, your face still burning as you smell the shampoo bottles.Â
You settle on one, holding onto Priceâs arm as you continue around the store, picking up a few other items and a couple for himself as well before heading to the checkout.Â
You hold on to Priceâs arm as you leave the store, sticking close to him as he loads the bags into the trunk. You can feel the slight tension in his body, the way his eyes scan the parking lot every few seconds. You canât even begin to imagine how hard it must be for him to relax, especially out in public. How fast his mind has to be running, how alert he is to everyone and everything. A threat could come out of nowhere, could come from anyone.Â
It must be exhausting.Â
âHungry, sweetheart?â He asks as he buckles his seatbelt.Â
âAlways.â You answer, leaning on the center console.
He smiles. âWhat are you in the mood for?âÂ
You blink at him. Most of the restaurants you know probably donât exist in England. âFish and chips?â You offer, pulling up the one British food youâre confident in naming.Â
âFish and chips it is.â He says, turning on the car.Â
âI have yet to have real fish and chips.â You say, settling into the passenger seat.Â
âWell, I know the perfect place.â He says, pulling out of the parking lot.Â
You donât have to go far before heâs parking on the street and helping you out of the car. His hand settles on your lower back, guiding you down the street to a fish and chips shop.Â
It's too early for the dinner rush, the shop mostly empty and quiet. Price orders for you before guiding you to a table, and you let him sit facing the door and front window. He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't have to. They seem so relaxed on base, though you suppose that's the place they feel the most comfortable. You can't even imagine the kinds of things they've seen, the horrors they've been subjected to.Â
You don't want to think about the things they've done.Â
Your eyes snap downwards as Price's hand slides across the table, closing around yours. You don't want to think about the things he's done with those hands. The lives he's taken, the people he's tortured. Will he ever turn those hands on you?Â
They've given you no reason to fear them yet. They've all been kind, polite. Even Ghost hasn't truly given you a reason to fear him, despite his obvious disapproval and hard exterior.Â
You know nothing about them.Â
You've known them for just over two weeks. You can't possibly have any understanding of who they are, how they express their emotions. What if they get upset? What happens when they get angry? What if you anger them?
âI know this hasnât been easy for you. Any of it.â Price says, drawing you from your worried thoughts. âI know you were taught to expect this, perhaps not this exact situation, but something like this. Being sent off to some strange alpha to join their pack, bonding with complete strangers. None of us were expecting this either. Itâs been an adjustment in a lot of ways, but I want you to know that weâll take care of you. You need anything, you tell us. You want anything, weâll do our best to make it happen. Weâll keep you safe.â He lifts your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. âI promise you that.âÂ
You want to believe him. You really do. They havenât given you any reason to not believe it.Â
Itâs only been two weeks.Â
You continue to talk with him as you eat, making light conversation, getting to know him a bit more. Despite the trickling uncertainty in the back of your mind, it feels good. It feels like a date, something you had dreamed of before you presented, something you had imagined happening when you finally got old enough to start looking for potential mates and packs.Â
Of course, back then, you had thought youâd be an alpha.Â
It had been expected of you.Â
Price has his arm wrapped around you as you walk back to the car, his hand on your hip. Itâs possessive almost, and it makes your stomach flutter. Price is the only one you havenât kissed yet, well, besides Ghost, but youâre certain youâd wind up through a wall if you even thought of trying. Itâs almost ironic that Price would be the last, considering heâs going to be the one claiming you, the one you spend your heat with.Â
You stare out the window as the buildings fade into farmlands again. The sun is setting, painting the world in oranges and reds. You still feel a bit warm from Priceâs possessive hold on you, his teasing in the store. You can still feel the tickle of his beard on your skin, his lips pressing against your neck.Â
You jump when rough fingers trail down your arm, pulling it from where it had been resting in your lap.Â
âYou were right.â Price says as he lifts your hand to his face, pressing his nose against your wrist and inhaling for a moment. âStrawberries are the strongest note in your scent.â He lowers your hand again, lacing your fingers together. âWhatâs got you all worked up over there.âÂ
You stare at him, your face getting warm again. Of course he can smell it. You can smell the muskiness beginning to form around the edges of his scent. Desire. âYou havenât kissed me yet.â You say, moving his hand into your lap. âYou're the only one that hasn't...well, besides Ghost.â
He huffs out a quiet laugh. âYou sound disappointed.âÂ
You untangle your fingers with his, letting his hand rest on your thigh. âWhat if I am?â
His fingers flex against your leg, the muskiness of his scent strengthening. âThen maybe we should fix that.âÂ
The cocktail of scents in the car is intoxicating, and you feel bad for the poor beta soldier at the gate when Price rolls down the window to hand off your IDs.Â
Price is out of the car as soon as it's parked, moving around to your side to open the door. He pins you against the side of the car as soon as you're out, caging you in with his arms.Â
You stare up at him, head swimming with the musk laced in his scent. You can see his eyes shining in the light next to the door of the barracks. He looks like a hungry wolf, the back of your neck prickling with excitement.Â
He leans down, breath fanning your face as he gets closer and closer to you. You press yourself against him, hands gripping his shoulders as he presses his lips to yours. His lips are surprisingly soft, his beard tickling your face. He growls quietly against your lips, pushing you harder against the side of the car.Â
You let out a quiet sound in response, hands gripping his jacket. His hands slide from the car to your sides, sliding down to grip your hips. You can feel the muscle hidden beneath his jacket and shirt, the strength that he possesses. He may not be purebred like Ghost, but heâs still every inch an alpha.Â
You let out another quiet sound as he pulls away, pressing a caste kiss to the corner of your lips. âBloody hell, now I know what those boys were on about.â He breathes, leaning his forehead against yours.Â
âThey were talking about me?â You ask, pulling back slightly.Â
âOnly good things.â Price grins, leaning down to kiss you again. âSweet as sugar.â He breathes, kissing you again. âAnd just as addicting.â He pulls away from you, his hands resting on your waist. âWe should get your stuff inside so you can get it all set up. Want me to fetch one of the boys to help?âÂ
You bite your lip. âOr you could just do it.âÂ
He stares down at you, something flashing across his face but you canât quite make it out in the low light. âYouâre sure?â His voice is quiet, taking on that soft tone it often does when he speaks to you.Â
âYouâll have to eventually.â You shrug. âMight as well start now.âÂ
He leans down, kissing you again before pulling away, opening up the trunk. He grabs most of the bags, only leaving the pillows for you to grab before he leads the way into the barracks. You open your door, stepping in first before he follows. You dump your pillows on the bed, and he sets the rest of the bags on your desk.Â
âBlankets in the wash.â You say, digging them out of the bags, pulling the tags off.Â
âIâll take them.â He says, fishing out his stuff from the bags before taking the blankets from you.Â
You switch out your pillows for the softer ones, organizing the decorative ones just the way you want. You squish the strawberry to your chest again, a smile forming on your face before you flop back onto the bed, sinking into the soft pillows. Itâs almost perfect, you think.Â
âComfortable?â Priceâs voice rumbles in the doorway, a smile on his face as he stares at you.Â
âMuch better.â You say, sitting up and placing the strawberry in its place.Â
The two of you finish taking everything out of the bags, decorating the rest of your room. The posters on the walls, and the nightlight on your desk. It feels far more homey already, and you know youâre going to sleep well tonight once the blankets are out of the wash.Â
âThank you.â You say, looking up at Price. âThis really means a lot.âÂ
âAll in a dayâs work, love.â He says, pulling you into his arms again.Â
You lean against his chest, resting your head over his heart, listening to it beat steadily against your ear.Â
You wake up suddenly, yet youâre not quite sure why. Thereâs no one in your room, your new nightlight easily showing you that. Your mouth is dry, but thereâs a line of wetness down your chin. You reach across your nightstand, your phone illuminating the time.Â
Just past one a.m.Â
You smack your lips, feeling thirsty after the excitement of the day. Youâd forgotten to grab water when you left the rec room and you huff out a sigh. You donât want to get up, but now that youâre aware youâre thirsty, thereâs no stopping those thoughts.Â
You donât even bother with slippers as you pad to the door, opening it up. You leave it cracked as you sleepily shuffle towards the rec room, the barracks almost dead quiet this late. You grab a bottle from the fridge, unscrewing the top before drinking a few gulps. Itâs cold and tastes divine, soothing the dryness of your mouth. You screw the top back on, closing the fridge before heading back towards your room.Â
You turn the corner, still half asleep, nearly yelping as you slam into a chest. You stumble back a couple steps, staring up at the covered face looming over you. You gulp, holding the bottle to your chest.Â
âS-Sorry.â You stutter.Â
âYouâre out of bed.â He says quietly, voice rumbling in the silence.Â
âThirsty.â Itâs all you can manage as you hold up the bottle.Â
He stares at you for a long moment, eyes flickering all over your face. His chest is heaving, almost as if he had been running before you ran into him. His hands are closed into fists at his sides, knuckles almost white with how tense he is. You think for a moment he might be mad, but you canât catch any whiff of ozone in the air. Your nose prickles at the scent, but itâs not anger.Â
Your tired brain canât make sense of it, yearning to sink back into the softness of your bed again. You slowly shuffle around him, taking cautious steps, waiting for him to reach out and stop you, but he doesnât. He simply watches you go, standing there in the hallway as you slip back into your room, not moving until he hears the click of your lock slipping into place.Â
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seven minutes in⊠heaven?
k.bakugo
â° nsfw/suggestive, third year bakugo x f!reader, dry humping..? both characters are drunk but fully consent!
evanescence blasts through your phone as you do the final finishing details of your makeup, your cutting the crease of your liner while jirou sat next to you clips some of her hair back with the little music note hair piece you had picked up for her last week. your excited for tonight, itâs been awhile since the whole class of 3A had gotten together like this.
itâs a celebratory party for the end of a month long project you had all been putting all of your time and effort into, so much so to the point that nobody had really spent any time together, so to say that everyone was bubbling with anticipation was an understatement.
well everyone except bakugo of course, according to jirou he had been grumbling all week about this stupid party and how heâs being forced to go by stupid kirishima because of some stupid bet he lost last month. apparently heâd much rather stay in his room all night and pop a couple sleeping pills to ensure he wasnât involved in the the night at all.
he just hates parties, he doesnât understand why something so small as finishing a project deserves an entire class get together. he would much rather have a small, controlled hang out with the close group of friends heâd found himself growing fond of over the past few years.
you, of course ignore his complaints because the only word to describe how your feeling right now is ecstatic, itâs no surprise to anyone that you loved a good party and seeing that you had worked extra hard on this particular project you felt as though you owed it to yourself to let a little loose.
after deciding you are completely happy with the way you look and having taken a shot of some pre-drink with jirou, you link the girls arm and leave your dorm, you make your way to the common room arm and arm with the increasingly nervous girl beside you, you whisper a few encouraging words as you continue to lead her to, you can see that people have already started gathering, drinks in hand.
you decide for jirous sake to make a b-line to mina, kaminari and sero who are slumped together on one of the couches around the room.
mina wastes no time pulling you both into a hug âyou both look amazing! ah- i canât im so excited weâre all here tonight!â you can tell sheâs already tipsy by the way she slightly stutters and her voice raises at the end of her sentences.
you hug her back just as excitedly, you love mina, she shares your excitement for the little things and you canât help but feel drawn to her because of that, itâs clear to everyone around you that you two were just made to be friends.
kami gets up next, he throws a lazy arm around jirous shoulder and compliments you both on your outfits of choice, you canât help but chuckle a little at his behaviour, heâs always been a bit of flirt, especially with jirou, you canât help but smile at the sight when jirou leans into his hold slightly.ïżŒ
sero, now stood directly in front of you pulls you into tight hug, seros a close friend, if anything probably your closest after mina and jirou and definitely the person your physically closest with. he is your friend and definitely only that, despite the looks that your weirdly physically close relationship gets from your classmates, but the line at least in your head is definitely drawn and you donât dare cross it.
you mingle for abit, finishing off your first drink and eagerly getting your second, your sat in a circle now with most of your class, some sat on the floor and some sat on furniture, youâve somehow ended up in a full class discussion despite the buzz that fills the room. your listening to the class debate their most embarrassing moments when a loud but cheery voice drags another loud but not so cheery voice into the room.
âhey everyone! sorry weâre late it seems that bakugo had forgotten about tonightâ kirishima grins as bakugo starts mumbling incoherent complaints. âbut alas, no worries as i made sure to remind him!â kirishima continues to ignore bakugos clearly sour mood as he pulls the blond to sit across from you and sero, whoâs now drunken head is now resting on your shoulder, they would definitely be sat next to you guys but kirishima doesnât wish to disturb the circle so he takes the only free place.
people exclaim welcomes as you smile at the red head, he sends a smile back and a quick look at sero who seems to be making himself pretty comfortable pressed up against you. bakugo doesnât even lift his head while he sits down, itâs clear he wishes for this party to be over just as quickly as it can start.
âletâs play a game!â it comes from uraraka in the corner as she leans into the center of the circle to get everyoneâs attention. âoh yeah? what do you suppose we play?â midoriya this time, slurring, whoâs clearly a little drunker than he should be seeing as your only an hour or so into the get together. denki cheers out in the corner and catches everyoneâs attention as he quickly finishes his beer and places it in the middle of the circle. âweâre playing seven minutes in heaven.â a wide smirk on his face as he watches everyone agree, youâd maybe think heâd be suggesting this is a way for him to get some but you disagree, you know kami lives for drama and a game like this is surely to brew some up.
people settle into positions and sero finally raises his head from the crook of your neck, you know heâs a merchant of drama and he seems to agree this some in definitely incoming as he awaits the first spin.
tsu goes first as peer pressured by her friends and lands on uraraka, you see a small blush appear on the brunettes features and you wish them good luck as mina shuts the closet door behind them, your all warily keeping it down a little, making little jabs at one another and chuckle quietly, you hear a giggle from the closest and you all burst into laughter, unable to keep quiet anymore as you let the girls finish their 7 minutes.
your unable to remember who goes next but it was surely insignificant, you can feel the alcohol now at your forgetfulness, you join conversation with your friends and await the next spin as the pair who you now see is momo and shinsou leave the closet calmly, itâs clear to everyone that nothing of interest happened which only proves a suspicion youâve had about momo for awhile, whatever though itâs not your business.
very suddenly and very much to your surprise mina edges you forward to spin the bottle next, your not really sure why, itâs not like your dying to get some, infact your doing pretty well for yourself so her eagerness for you to spin next is unidentifiable to you but alas you donât argue and you shift, almost crawling on all floors to reach the bottle and spin it harshly, watching as it continues to go round and round.
when itâs completely slowed down you follow the tip of the bottle and realise itâs pointing directly in front of you, you continue to look up and you lock eyes with a shocked pair of red ones. without thinking you stand up and hold a want out too him to help him up. he looks up at you in only complete shock as he grits out âiâm not fuckinâ doing this shit, didnât fuckin agree to itâ you donât falter, now used to his attitude âwhat are you scared bakugo? the great katsuki bakugo scared of seven minutes alone with me?â
he gapes at you, jaw dropped and he falters for a second. maybe he is scared. he contemplates for a second before grabbing your hand and letting you help him up, he follows as you guide him into the closet and shut the door behind you.
he huffs at the proximity between you, heâs always been huge but the past few months you can tell heâs been bulking up even more, if thatâs even possible. thereâs barely enough space for the two of you, your tits are slightly pushed up against him as your back hugs the wall of the closet.
âwe donât have to do anythingâ you whisper out, slightly slurred due to your drink intake. âwe can just chill in here if youâd rather that.â he doesnât respond and you take a moment to observe him, his cheeks are flushed, either due to the lack of space between the two of you of the alcohol, itâs probably both.
âwell itâs not like you can do anything anywayâ he spits out and you give him a puzzled look âwhat do you mean i canât do anything? you think mâ allergic to kissing people or something?â he chuckles slightly at that, you feel a little twinge of pride, youâve always been able to do that, draw small chuckles out of the man in front of you. youâve been able to lock down on what draws it out of him and being mouthy certainly seems to do the trick.
âna⊠yâknow your with tape arms and stuff dnoâ why you even came in here with me, dnoâ why you even spinned that bottleâ now itâs your turn to chuckle at him, did he seriously believe that you and sero were together? like an actual item? did other people believe that too? you swore up and down youâd made it very clear that was not the case. âme and sero are definitely not togetherâ you giggle slightly as you say it, he doesnât respond so you continue âheâs a very close friend of mine and i know weâre a little touchy but weâre definitely not seeing each otherâ his eyes seem to dart up to you as you finish your sentence, the words clearly settling in.
âwhy do you guys act like that them?â he sounds almost⊠defected? itâs a tone you canât quite figure out. âmâ not sure, it just kinda happened one day and became the norm for us i guessâ he lets out a slight hum and you settle into silence briefly before he speaks. âso why-â he cuts himself off, cursing quietly before continuing âso why did you come in here with me?â he gets quieter as he continues to speak, heâs nervous. that much is entirely obvious to you even in your drunken state. you look him in the eyes when you answer him this time âwell what usually happens when you entire a closet with someone during this game bakugo?â his breath seems to quicken at this and you feel his chest moving faster against your own, quickly reminding you of the contact between you two as you glance down at your tits still pushed against his chest, the sight sets a blush across your cheeks, bakugos eyes seem to follow yours as an even bigger red blush appears across his face.
âi already said before that we donât have to do anything if you donât want too, but that doesnât mean i donât want too.â you explain it too him calmly, you are not inexperienced, not in the slightest but though his actions itâs telling that bakugo may be- giving you the upper hand.
âno-â he ushers it out quickly âno- i think- i think i want tooâ you watch as his blush deepens even more, itâs cute you think, nothing like how he usually is, you quite like him like this.
you take this as an opportunity to lift your hand to the back of his neck, pulling him closer towards you, you stop as his lips are hovering slightly above your own. âyou gotta let me know if you want me to stopâ he nods quickly and you take that as confirmation, you take a tight grip on his hair and force his lips down to meet your own, he immediately groans at the impact, rushing to place heavy hands on the side of your waist, wasting no time as he pulls you impossibly closer to him.
your forcing your tongue down his throat and he groans again, you immediately feel him already against your thigh and you wonder how long heâs been hard like that. he kisses you like heâs starved, attempting to push himself even closer to you, it appears heâs fighting for dominance until you pull slightly on his hair and he melts into you with another noise bubbling in his throat- a whine almost exhales him and in that moment you decide your pulling a proper whine from him that night, it might be the best thing youâve ever heard.
far too suddenly for your liking the door swings open, revealing to your entire class the compromising position you and bakugo are in, he nearly screams at the suddenly light shining in his eyes. you make eye connect with mina and her jaw drops. bakugo immediately disconnects with you and you find yourself missing his warmth. your bombarded with questions as bakugo takes your hand in his and rushes you both out the closet, ignoring the pleas from your classmates.
âpartyâs over for me shitty hairâ bakugo shouts at kirishima, not even taking a glance in his direction as he storms you both, still hand in hand past the crowd of your classmates and towards the stairs. âyou fuckers have a good time down here or whatever, weâre going up to bed.â he smirks at this, pulling you even faster through the hall.
âhave a great night everyone!â you shout as you look back at your friends, theyâre mouths gaping in complete shock, you send them a wink as you turn back to bakugo, speeding to catch up with him. happily following him up to his dorm. luckily for you, youâd turned around too quickly to see the defeated look on a certain black haired classmate of yours as he watches you be dragged even further away from him by a boy he knows has shared the same crush heâs had on you since your first year at ua.
AHHHH BAKUGO FIC!!! iâm considering making this a little series because i canât get seven minutes in heaven with the mha characters out of my head. not proofread yet so if thereâs mistakes then thereâs mistakes!
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glitter & crimson
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7
âMarry.â
âWhat?â
âMarry. Heâs hot, Iâm not gonna kill him.â
âEddie, weâre not playing FMK; youâre supposed to be telling me his name.â
âOh. ThatâsâŠ. Joe Jonas.â
ââŠheâs literally from Hawkins. And heâs holding a hockey stick.â
âNobody from Hawkins is that hot, man, no way.â
~~~
Gareth posts the clip to his personal TikTok. Before he can get around to reposting it on Corroded Coffinâs band account, it has more than 100k views. Things only spiral from there, because once the band shares it, the video goes more viral and ends up on the screens of the right people.
chiblkhwks: harrington94 is social media challenged, but weâre going to make sure he sees this. Will keep you posted.
The comment is immediately overshadowed by a busy day of PR. A photoshoot to an interview to a radio show to the green room at the Fillmore in Boston, before an intimate pre-album release show for members of their fan club. Eddie has completely forgotten about the video entirely, but Garethâs phone pings with a text notification.
âA response has been issued!â He declares to the room, still grinning down at the screen of his phone.
The rest of the band shares a collectively confused look, all seeming pleased to find theyâre not alone in whatever theyâve missed.
âWhat?â Jeff asks for the group.
In lieu of an explanation, Gareth just flips the phone in his hand around to show a TikTok, stitched with the clip theyâd made earlier that morning.
~~~
âMarry. Heâs hot, Iâm not gonna kill him.â
#Stitch
âIs⊠is that supposed to be a compliment?â Steve asks, making a pinched face as he laces up his skates.
âYou watched the whole video. He compared you to Joe Jonas.â The girl behind the camera responds, but he levels her with an unimpressed look. She doesnât respond, and after a beat, he sighs.
âYeah, alright, I guess Joe Jonas is hot. Iâll take the compliment.â He huffs, standing to his feet and moving from the bench heâd been suiting up on toward the ice. The girl follows him, gliding toward the net once they're in the rink, never falling out of pace with him.
âDo you know who it is talking in the video?â She presses, and Steve looks unimpressed again.
âYou mean the other hot guy?â He asks with a grin, then nods. âThat was Eddie. Iâm surprised you donât know him, the Party listens to Corroded Coffin all the time.â
The video loops back to the stitched clip from Garethâs initial TikTok then. Everyone in the room processes what just unfolded.
âThe Party? Did⊠did Steve Harrington just make a reference to DnD? Or is that some sports thing I dont understand?â Jeff asks.
Freak raises his hand, indicating heâs next to speak. âNot only that, but his nerdy DnD friends listen to us all the time?â
âDid King Steve call Joe Jonas hot?â Eddie asks, visibly still trying to connect the wires in his brain that fried at Steveâs agreement. âDid he call me hot?â
All three turn toward Eddie, whose face is still reflecting the long form math equation his brain is trying to work out, and Jeff sighs.
âWell, boys. I think weâve officially lost him.â He says, bowing his head. Freak and Gareth join him solemnly, making Eddie huff and cross his arms over his chest.
âYouâre all so dramatic.â
âGee, I wonder who encouraged us to be this way,â Freak exaggerates through a grin, before shoving a guitar into Eddieâs chest, just in time for Paige to open the door and summon them.
âWe can have a meltdown over Harrington after the gig,â Gareth promises with a pat to Eddieâs back as everyone moves around him, exiting the green room and heading for the stage.
~~~
Riding his post-show high, Eddie makes a bold move in the CC band TikTok, commenting under the video Steve had stitched.
corrodedcoff!n: weâll be in chicago 1/26 if harrington94 and âthe partyâ are free đ«
He only gets about 20 minutes of peace before Gareth is jumping around, proclaiming himself the greatest wingman in history.
âItâs an offer for free concert tickets made over social media, and he hasnât even answered, Gare Bear.â Eddie tries to get him to relax, but he, too, is eager to see how the other reacts to the offer.
He wakes up the next morning to the answer heâd been waiting on, and his stomach flips as he reads it over.
harrington94: only if you guys come to the home game 1/27 đ
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Steve doesnât even bat an eye when Max shoves her way into the locker room, b-lining straight for him.
âCan I help you?â He asks without looking up, unhooking the padding from his calf and letting it drop to the ground in front of his locker.
âAre you using TikTok to publicly flirt with Eddie Munson?â She asks, voice quieter than heâd typically expect from her, but he just scoffs.
âIâm just being friendly! Youâre the one who started this in the first place! What, you didnât expect me to log on and check if theyâd responded?â He asks in response, freeing his foot from the skate, before placing a cover over the blade and letting the boot drop into the lower shelf beside his locker.
âIâm just confused because youâve been super weird about coming out, and now youâre out here hitting on a rockstar all over social media, thatâs all.â Max says, and Steve freezes for a moment.
âDo youâŠâ he trails off, before closing his eyes and rubbing a thumb into his temple. âYou really think I just accidentally came out?â
âYou called Joe Jonas and Eddie Munson hot, encouraged this rockstar to come to your game when heâs in town and also accepted tickets to see him perform, Steve.â Max was monotone, and held her hands up defensively when he groaned. âIâm not starting anything, Iâm just saying that this could get blown out of proportion now.â
They discuss a little further, deciding neither of them will publicly acknowledge anything thatâs been posted to the account for now, until they actually come up with a plan.
Once heâs in his car heading home, Steve calls Robin.
âDingus,â she greets, as always, and he lets out a grumble. âUh oh. What happened?â
âI think I accidentally came out on the internet, and itâs Eddie Munsonâs fault.â Heâs met with several seconds of silence as he starts his car on the path to him and Robinâs shared apartment.
âEddie, the drug dealer from high school?â Robin eventually asks, confused, and Steve groans again.
âYeah. He uh, also is in a band?â He supplies, and Robinâs quiet for a moment as she processes. Then, he hears the tapping of a keyboard. âWhat are you doing?â
âLooking Eddie up, obviously.â Steve can practically see her eye roll, even though theyâre not FaceTiming. âYouâre nothing if not consistent, I guess. Doe-eyed curly brunet.â
Steve scoffs. âYou say as though youâre not the one currently waking up beside Nance every morning.â
Heâs met again by a short silence, before Robin lets out a little puff of air, in a small laugh. âThank you again for being so cool about that, by the way.â She says, before he hears clicking on her end. âApparently, Eddie is out as bi. Corroded Coffin does a charity show for the Trevor Project every year, and heâs been to a lot of Pride events.â
Steveâs stomach twists with each new bit of information she provides, because a part of him wants to be that out, wants to be like Robin or apparently Eddie, freely sharing that part of themselves with the world and having no one give a shit. But thatâs not how it works on so many levels for Steve. Beside the shit heâd have to deal with on the ice from certain other players, he had no idea how it would impact the team overall. Thereâs no way to gauge how fans would react, when thereâs never been an openly gay player in the NHL. And that didn't even begin to touch on how his parents would react.
âHey,â Robin breaks him out of his spiral and he realizes heâs been chewing a hole into his cheek. âI can hear how loud youâre thinking right now. Do you need me to come home?â She asks, gently, and he sighs.
âPlease.â He mumbles after a long pause, and is grateful when he hears the jingle of car keys from the other end of the phone.
~~~
Robin scrolls through article after article once she gets to their place, pulling Steve onto the sofa with her and laying his head in her lap. Her fingers twist through his hair, doing her best to keep him calm as she reads up on the situation playing out to try and help gauge how big of a hole heâs dug himself this time.
âI donât think thereâs really anyone who thinks you were flirting with him. Not seriously, at least.â She tries to assure him, but heâd already seen the twitter posts to contradict that before she came over. He sighs and rolls onto his back, so heâs looking up at her, and shrugs.
âI kind of donât think thereâs any avoiding it, at this point.â He mumbles. âIâm not⊠Iâm not ready to come out, not like this. Not on this scale. I think the only thing I can do is carry on and hope it doesnât get turned into any bigger of a deal.â
Robin hums down at him, and continues to brush his hair back out of his eyes. âOkay. So you donât come out yet. But donât overcompensate for it, okay?â He scrunches his face up at her, and she types something into her phone before turning it back into his face. He immediately pales, met with a photo of him out with Heidi last year. With a black eye on full display, he looks miserable behind a fake smile.
âLow blow,â he grumbles, pushing himself away from Robin to sit up beside her, and she raises her eyebrow at him, still holding the photo pointed in his direction.
ââMaybe they wonât notice or ask why my literal teammate punched me in the face at practice if I take a fucking supermodel out to dinner.ââ Robinâs imitation is a little too good, a sure sign of too much time spent together.
âHey, it worked, didnât it!â He asks, taking the phone off of her and closing out of the image before locking it. He drops it back into her lap with a sigh. âI just donât know how many times I can keep getting away with hiding it.â
âWell, it helps that Billy got traded out to LA. He would be insufferable about this, and would absolutely make everything 10 times worse.â Robin muses.
Steve sighs and hesitates for a moment before dropping his head back into her lap, curling into her. âI just want it to be on my terms, when Iâm ready.â
âWeâll figure it out, and itâll all be okay, no matter what. Okay?â She assures quietly, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek.
His phone dings with a new notification; Max texted him a screenshot from TikTok.
corrodedcoff!n: youâve got yourself a deal đ€đ»
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