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Can you do story with jey uso about his gf getting really turned on by his grills and starts to tease her when he notices so she retaliates plz 🙈?

I Know You Love It...

One Shot

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Tessa)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut

Jey’s girlfriend Tessa is in town for the Royal Rumble, and he has a surprise for her. He has a new grill to show her. Tessa is having a hard time keeping her emotions and hormones in check as Jey is teasing her throughout the day and even during his Royal Rumble entrance when he realizes what effect it has on her.

Frustrated, her friends Bianca and Rhea have a solution to her problem. What is there left for a girl to do? Seduce her man of course and let him know who’s in charge.

A request for mya2realsworld, I hope you like it.

GIF is by #kayah makes gifs

Royal Rumble 2024

Tropicana Field

Jey's Dressing Room

This is getting out of control, this man is too fuckin’ sexy to be doin’ this shit, I thought watching my boyfriend as he’s looking in the mirror at his new bottom grill that he had made.

“How you feelin’ this lion look, ma?” he asked, smiling at me as I blushed.

“Uh, it’s interesting,” I said as he laughed turning back to the mirror. “Come on, this shit fire,” he said pulling out his phone taking a picture showing his fangs as I felt a tingle down my spine.

Shit, it was more than fire to me. Hell, be my personal vampire and feed off of me wit yo’ sexy ass. Shaking my head at my thoughts I knew this was going to be a long ass day.

He’s so happy about his new grill and all I can think about is the coldness of it against my thighs as he teases me before devouring this pussy with his mouth.

Then just take me and fuck me from behind, fangs cold against my neck as he nibbles and sucks on my neck marking me for the world to see.

Jey’s soft lips against mine brings me out of my dirty thoughts as I moan, my hands immediately wrap around his neck as he smiles against my lips.

“Where did you go beautiful?” he whispered as I blushed moaning as he stole another kiss.

“Just zoned for a minute, I’m sorry, what were you sayin' babe?” I asked as he smiled. “I said I can’t wait to put on for you tonight,” he bragged as I smiled.

Boy, you don’t even know how bad I want you to put it in me and on me right now. Tessa calm down and get yo’ ass together.

“I can’t wait, baby,” I whispered as a knock interrupted us.

“Uce, they waiting to do your photoshoot,” the stagehand said as he sighed. “Work is calling, are you still gonna meet Bianca and Rhea in catering to get something to eat?” he asked as I nodded.

“Uh, yeah Bianca texted me about five minutes ago, so I’m going to head that way,” I said standing up and drinking him in as he put on his white Yeet shirt and wet his hair.

The simple action caused a small moan to slip from my lips.

“You good baby?” he asked as I nodded, clearing my throat as Jey shot me a knowing smile. “Yeah, uh, I’ll meet you in catering,” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek before heading towards the door.

“Yes, sir ready to show off this new grill,” he said hyping himself up as I bit my lip glancing at him one last time before heading to catering to meet up with Bianca and Rhea.

Rounding the corner, I saw them waiting at the table, I waved and went to fix myself a plate before taking a seat opposite Rhea.

“Girl, we thought Jey had kidnapped you,” Bianca said as I laughed.

“I wish, the new grill he had made is doing something to my spirit” I sigh as Rhea wiggled her eyebrows knowingly at me.

“Meaning you him want to eat the box so good, your spirit leaves your body,” Bianca said as I covered my face with my hands. “Jeez, somebody just heard that,” I moaned embarrassed as she shrugged her shoulders.

“Ain’t nobody listening to us, they in they own world, now be honest. I’m right aren’t I?” she asked as I nodded.

“Girl, I want him to go down on me for so long he has to take up residency and pay rent,” I said as Rhea looked at me in shock.

“Well, listen to you, I didn’t know you had it in you Miss Innocent,” Rhea teased as I blushed.

“He brings out that side of me, I cant’ help it. Can we change the subject please,” I pleaded as they nodded.

Bianca and Rhea were my girls, and always made coming on the road with Jey so much fun. From the first day we met we all just clicked.

The catering area began to thin out as we ate and caught up on the recent happenings in our lives.

“So, when do you leave out?” Rhea asked as I frowned. “Tomorrow night, I got a meeting Monday morning and I hate it,” I said honestly as Bianca nodded in understanding.

“I feel ya’ Montez is heading out tomorrow, and I won’t see him until Wednesday,” she said as Rhea offered us a comforting smile.

“Dom and I are on the same schedule this week, but after next week it’s up in the air,” she said as I sighed.

“Damn, that su”—my words caught in my throat as I saw Jey and Montez walking into catering.

“Girl, what’s up with you?” Bianca asked looking up and smiling. “Oh, you wanna climb that fine ass tree, don’t you?” Bianca whispered as I covered my mouth in shock as Rhea laughed.

“More like fuck the shit outta the vampire. Do you see the fangs on that grill?” Rhea asked as Bianca nodded in approval.

“Ya’ll this ain’t funny, my mind has been everywhere since he put it on,” I said as Bianca laughed.

"Don't tease her Rhea, she'll realize soon enough that she holds all the power between her thighs," Bianca said as I frowned at her.

“Huh, what does that mean?” I asked honestly confused. “The pussy holds power, girl. You want him, right?” She asked as I nodded unashamed.

“Hell, every second of every day I want that man,” I whispered as Bianca smiled. “Then stop waiting on him, seduce his ass,” she said as my eyes met Jey across the room as he winked at me.

“Seduce him?” I questioned as Rhea smirked. “Hell yeah, take charge and tell him what you want him to do to you. I bet his ass will not know what to do with himself,” she said looking back at him, waving as Jey returned the gesture totally unaware of the plotting that was taking place.

“I don’t think I can do that,” I said a little unsure. “Look, here they come, act natural and just think about what we said,” Bianca said as Montez sat beside her and gave her a kiss on the lips.

“How did the shoot go?” I asked as Jey sat beside me pulling me close, licking his lips as a near inaudible moan only Jey heard fell from my lips.

“It went good, is everything good baby?” he asked caressing my thigh as I licked my lips, meeting his streamy gaze.

His grip on my thigh tightened as I smirked innocently at him. Once again, I saw a tiny flash of his grill as he sucked on his teeth causing Rhea to clear her throat.

“Damn, all this eye fucking at the table, I need a cigarette and I don’t even smoke. I bet the sex is wild” she said as Jey and Montez laughed.

“Never change Mami,” Jey said as she shrugged her shoulders and got up to throw her plate away. “I need to head to hair and makeup I got an interview to shoot with Kayla,” she said as Bianca sighed.

“The women’s Royal Rumble is opening the show, I’ll follow you down there so I can get a little touch-up,” she said as Montez helped her up and grabbed her plate.

“I’ll take this so you can eat after,” he said as she gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Thanks, baby,” she smiled as they left catering arm and arm with Rhea a couple steps ahead.

“I’ll find ya’ll later and good luck,” I said as Rhea smiled brightly at me. “Thanks, boo but remember what we talked about,” she shouted as I blushed.

“What ya’ll been talkin’ about that’s got you blushin’?” Jey asked as I smiled caressing his beard.

“Nothing for you to worry about baby, just a little girl talk,” I assured him as he seemed pleased with my answer.

“So, it’s just us now, huh?” Jey whispered as I shivered leaning into him as he caressed my arms. “Are you cold, Ma? You have been shivering off and on today,” he said as I nodded not trusting my words.

“Well, I can’t have that, let’s go so I can warm you up,” he said smoothly taking my plate as we made our way back to his dressing room. Quickly ushering me inside he placed my plate on the small table beside the door.

The sound of him twisting the lock made my thighs clench. What was he up to now?

I felt his presence behind me as he gently gathered my hair in his hands moving it to the side, his lips dangerously close to my ear as he held me close.

“I know you love it,” his deep voice seductively whispered as he gently nipped at my ear. My soft purrs filled the room as his hands caressed my breasts over my Yeet crop top.

“You know I love what baby?” I gasped as he pinched my nipples smirking against my neck. The cold metal faintly marking my skin as he nibbled on my neck.

“My grill, I know you love it, and I can’t wait to taste my dessert,” his deep voice dangerously low, combined with his masterful lips, and hands had me at his mercy.

“Mmm, are you gon’ be able to eat all your desert baby? Are you up for the job, it can get messy,” I whispered, too turned on to be ashamed of the words coming out of my mouth.

“Oh, I’m up for it, and I know you feel just how up for it I am. I’mma eat it all up real good, 'cause you deserve it,” Jey moans, his dick growing against my lower back.

“Fuck, Jey,” I hissed as his hand found its way lower, skillfully sliding my panties to the side, caressing my pussy.

“Mmhmm, I love how she is already messy and wet for me. Damn, I bet you taste so sweet,” He groaned as I whimpered in pleasure and torture.

“I got you, baby, you ain’t gotta worry bout nothin’ Tessa. Daddy gon’ eat and drink every last drop, I promise,” he whispered as a strangled gasp escaped my lips.

Pulling me closer, he feasted upon my neck, greedily sucking and nibbling as the fangs on his grill intensified my pleasure.

“Yes! Make sure you eat it all baby. Mmhm, bite me,” I moaned as he groaned in pleasure as his fingers continued toying with my clit.

Just as I began moving against his hand another knock for the second time today disturbed us. This time causing us both to moan in frustration.

“Somebody better be dead,” Jey hissed as I tried to walk away, but he stopped me. “Oh, you gon’ get this nut, stay yo’ fine ass right here. This Pussy gon’ stay wet all night thinkin’ bout this mouth and this dick,” he whispered as his fingers began to swirl around my clit as I gasped.

“Jey! Oh fuck!" I exclaimed quietly as he licked my ear before biting it. “Yeah, who is it?” Jey asked casually like he isn’t torturing my ass at the moment.

“Sorry to interrupt, I know Tessa is here, but they want to film some stuff of you getting ready for the show,” Sami said as Jey growled. “Cum for me,” Jey whispered as I shuttered against him.

“He’ll be right out Sami, thanks,” I answered trying to sound normal as Jey helped me chase my end. “Give it to Daddy like a good girl,” he moaned I reached my peak.

"Yes! Oh, fuck!" cried, my head falling back against his shoulder in exhaustion as I rode the powerful wave as he kissed my neck.

“You good baby?” he asked calming his breathing as I nodded.

“Yes, I needed that bad. I just hate that we don’t have more time,” I whispered coming down back to earth as our lips met in a sensual kiss.

“I’m good, that was for you. I probably won’t be back in here until after the show, we gotta go over some last-minute stuff before the rumble,” he said as I nodded in understanding.

“To be continued,” I said pulling him into a gentle kiss as he smiled. To be continued and then some, I’ll see you after baby,” he said walking out to join Sami as I went to clean up.

By the time it was go time for the Men’s Royal Rumble, I was soaking wet again. Just thinking about the conversation, we had earlier and what Jey was going to do to me later had me in a daze.

Sitting in Gorilla, waiting on a stagehand to take me to my seat in the stadium I see Jey, Trin, and Jimmy come from around the corner talking.

His grill was ever present and his mouth seemed to take on a different shape as I saw a hit of his fangs.

“I’m beginning to think he’s doing this on purpose,” I muttered as Rhea smiled. “Why do you think that?” she asked as I watched him laugh loudly at something Jimmy said as I rolled my eyes, shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

He just is, he knows it’s turning me on, and he likes it. He told me so,” I said as Bianca smirked. “Girl……Finish him!” She whispered as Rhea nodded her head in agreement.

“Hell yeah, Fatality,” Rhea said as I contemplated their idea as Jey, Jimmy, and Trin came over. Getting up I gave Trin and Jimmy a hug.

“It’s good to have you back girly,” I whispered as she nodded. “It’s good to be back,” she said as I saw the bright smile on Jimmy’s face. He was happy to have his wife back on the road with him.

“We’ll let ya’ll have a minute,” Jimmy said as he led Trin towards the curtain to wait with him. “You gon’ lei me or what beautiful,” Jey said smirking as our eyes met.

“You ain’t slick, I hope you know that,” I said laughing catching the double meaning.

“Come on, lei me….You know you want to,” he whispered, the silence defining as I finally took a deep breath, taking it out of his hand and putting it around his neck as he licked his lips.

“Tessa they ready to take you out,” Paul said as I smiled. “Thanks, here I come,” I said giving Jey a quick kiss. “Good luck and crush it,” I encouraged as he smiled.

“Oh, I will. I already told you I’mma put on for you tonight, Ma. You just make sure you payin’ attention,” he whispered stealing another kiss before heading to the curtain beside Jimmy.

That man is going to be the death of me with his sexy ass.

---

The suspense of the night and his plans still had my mind in a chokehold. I made my way to my seat, directly behind where Samantha sits so I could be out of the crowd view and enjoy the show.

The roar of the crowd as his music hit was insane as he bounced out into the stadium. He had a different swagger about him tonight as I watched him amp up the crowd climbing onto the ropes as the crowd bounced in sync with him.

“Damn, this is amazing,” I muttered truly proud of him looking around the stadium at the sea of hands bouncing. Walking around the ring hyping himself up our eyes met briefly as he hit the corner where I was.

“Let’s go Uce!” I cheered as he smiled before getting down and continued playing to the crowd.

Coming back to the corner where I was, Jey released his long thick tongue flickering it back and forth fast as hell, demonstrating to the world just how dangerous his head game is as I involuntarily shuttered at the sight.

“Oh, you motherfucka,” I muttered as he paced back and forth, our eyes met again as I tried to keep my breathing under control.

I can’t believe he’s out here on national TV teasing me.

“You mine later,” he mouthed in character pointing at himself as I nodded biting my bottom lip.

There was nothing else I could say, he had made his point very clear.

I was being set up and after Jimmy’s entrance, it became even clearer as the brothers stared each other down.

Watching the stadium's big screen, I felt myself getting hot as the camera panned to Jey as he sneered. His fangs peeked through as they created an amazing Royal Rumble moment with an intense stare-down.

The heavy breathing, the fangs faintly showing, and the up-close camera shots up on the stadium screen of his angry face was making it hard for me to focus.

Thirty minutes later a sweaty Jey leaning against the rope gave me the signal to go backstage before winking at me. I quickly got up and security led me backstage and I went back to sit in Gorilla with Rhea and Bianca.

“This is cruel and just unfair. Did you see that shit he did with his tongue during his entrance?” I asked as Rhea laughed.

"Girl, he was warning yo’ ass about what he’s gonna do with that tongue later on,” she teased as I shook my head watching him on the monitor trying to catch his breath in the corner.

“Teasing me all night is what he’s been doin’ and he’s been doin’ it since we left catering,” I said as Bianca smiled.

“We already told you how to handle this, take control and get what you want,” Bianca said as contemplated the idea.

Now our sex life wasn’t boring by any standards, it was just that a lot of the time Jey took control and initiated.

My man was a pleaser, and even though I give just as much as I get, tonight I wanted something different and I wanted it bad.

“Boy, them wheels over there turning,” Rhea said pointing at me as I laughed. “Maybe or maybe not Ms. Nosey,” I said as Bianca scoffed.

“If you don’t fuck that man’s brains out when he gets back to the dressing room, I know something. Shit, it’s a long drive to the next city,” she said as Rhea laughed.

“The dressing room is tacky. Jey got a whole ass bus to do the nasty on as much as they want. You just make sure to get poor Dennis some earbuds,” she said as I rolled my eyes.

“Tessa, fuck that! He has been showin’ his ass all day, walkin’ round here teasing you and shit. He started it, now you finish that shit before you leave this building. I’m tellin’ you sis….. Finish…. Him,” Bianca said as I smiled.

"Ya’ll ain’t gonna corrupt me, I’m going to finish watching the Rumble in Jey’s dressing room,” I said licking my tongue out at them before getting up to leave.

“I smell a plan brewing in her head,” Rhea said as turned around giving her a sly smile before walking away.

---

The more I thought about him, the dirtier my thoughts became. Bianca is right, where you act up is where you get done up. We aint’ making it to the bus I can tell you that much.

Watching the disappointed look on Jey’s face as Gunther eliminated him I shook my head. "Guess Cody doing the finish the story gimmick and goin' to Mania again to lose," I muttered kinda bummed Jey wasn't at least in the two.

He did awesome and I'm so proud of him. His time is coming soon, I know it is. I saw Jey walking from the ring slapping a few fans’ hands heading backstage after Sami entered the Rumble.

“Alright, it’s showtime Tessa,” I muttered leaving on my Yeet crop top but removing my skirt and underwear.

I patiently waited for him as I knew people were going to stop him along with way to congratulate him on the awesome performance.

I also knew he wasn’t going too take long. He had been just as turned on as me and was anxious to get back.

Hearing him and Jimmy talking I went and stood by the door. I held my breath as I heard his hand on the doorknob.

"Uce, I’m tellin’ you they fuckin’ up my plans by calling this last-minute meeting bullshit,” Jey growled as I smiled.

“You know Tessa’s going to understand, besides it’s about our plans for WrestleMania. I’ll meet you in thirty in the bossman’s office,” Jimmy said as I heard Jey sigh. "A’ight, I’ll meet you," he said as I nodded to myself.

So, I had thirty minutes to get what I wanted. Eh, it won’t take that long, this will be easy.

The door opening interrupted my thoughts as Jey walked in and straight passed me as he seemed to be taking in the empty room. “Tee, where you at?” he called as I licked my lips hearing him call me by the pet name he gave me.

“Don’t turn around,” I whispered locking the door and walking up behind him caressing his bare sweaty shoulders. “Why were you over there where I couldn’t see you?” Jey asked, moaning as I kissed his back.

“You’ve been a bad boy, teasin’ me with that tongue for the world to see,” I whispered as he groaned, his breathing anxious as I ran my nails faintly up and down his back. “I had to stand on business,” He moaned as I smirked.

“So do I, now take off your gear,” I moaned biting his shoulder as he kicked off his shoes and made quick work of his tights as I admired him from behind pressing my body onto him as he hissed feeling my bare lower half against him.

“Let me see you, please,” Jey pleaded as I trailed kisses along his back tracing my fingertips across his pelvis as his muscles flexed.

“Not yet baby, I’m playin’,” I said as his sharp gasp of pleasure made my pussy tingle as I began to stroke him.

“Fuck…Yeah, stroke Daddy’s dick and get him off,” he groaned as I moaned at the thought.

“Mmm, it’s so hard, is that all for me Daddy,” I whispered toying with him, enjoying his struggle to steady his breathing as he’s tryin’ to figure out what I’m going to do next.

“Hell yeah, I been thinkin’ bout sinkin’ deep in that pussy since I picked you up from the airport this morning,” he groaned confessing his plan as I continued to stroke him, my pussy getting wetter by the second at his declaration.

“So, that’s why you been teasin’ me all day? All you had to do was take it, it’s yours. Every inch of me is yours,” I whispered, his moans becoming more frantic as my strokes were becoming slower and more deliberate.

“You want me to tell you what to do with this pussy don’t you?” I asked already knowing the answer.

“Fuck, yes, it’s been awhile,” he moaned trying to focus on not cummin’ as I teased him.

“Oh, don’t worry you ain’t cummin’ yet because mama ain’t said you could. You know what those grills do to me, and you still try me,” I whispered releasing him as he hissed at the loss of my hand stroking him.

“Fuck, you ain’t playin’ fair,” Jey groaned as I chuckled lightly, walking around to face him as he groaned taking in my appearance.

“Neither did you flexin’ that grill any chance you could. All in the ring taunting me, giving the world a taste of how you put it down for me,” I moaned biting my lower lip as my eyes on scanning his body.

“You know it’s all for you, only you…So, stop playin’ and come get this dick,” Jey moaned closing his eyes, stroking himself as I smiled.

Go in for the kill and let him know it’s your show.

“Nah, you stop playin’ and come get your dessert like a good boy,” I purred as his eyes met mine. “Shit, you ain’t gotta tell me twice, how you want Daddy to eat dat pussy baby?” he asked as I smirked.

Backing away slowly towards the counter, Jey stalked me like a lion stalking his prey. “I want to ride that tongue while you’re on your knees,” I confessed without shame.

Turning my back to him, I placed my hands on the counter, spreading my legs as he smacked me on the ass as I groaned.

“Damn, you being a bad girl tonight, I love that shit,” he moaned sinking to his knees and placing his head between my thighs.

I moaned seeing his hungry gaze as he stared at my wet throbbing pussy licking his lips.

“What are you waiting for, desert’s ready Daddy,” I moaned as he grabbed my hips as his tongue brushed against my sensitive clit as I instantly grabbed his hair.

“Enjoy the ride baby,” he whispered, his face disappearing beneath me as he feasted greedily upon me. I could feel the cold metal of his grill each time he enclosed his mouth over my clit. “Yes! Eat all your dessert, Daddy, it’s just for you,” I moaned as Jey groaned against my pussy. His vibrating mouth along with his masterful tongue were on a mission, working me over as my legs began to shake.

His fangs slightly dug into my sensitive lips with each flick of his masterful tongue.

Looking at myself in the mirror I smirked as he took me to heights unknown, bracing my hands on the counter as I began swirling my hips riding his face.

Looking down at him as he moaned, flattening his long tongue, his deliberate strokes becoming faster as I groaned in pleasure trying to hold back.

“I said to enjoy the ride, don’t fuckin’ play with me right now, cum in my mouth,” Jey growled his eyes meeting mine as I smirked. “Make me,” I panted gasping in pleasure as Jey began lapping up my juices.

My hand gripped the back of his head as he devoured me whole, swirling his tongue around my clit and occasionally nipping setting my body on fire.

The fangs on his grill heightened my pleasure as he inserted one finger then two curving them, hitting my G-spot over and over in sync with his tongue as I screamed in ecstasy. "Yeah, I know you love it, show me how much. Cum Tessa," he groaned.

“Jey! Fuck, I’m cummin’!” I exclaimed exploding in his mouth as he welcomed my essence stilling my body over his mouth as he drank all my body had to offer.

“Mmhm, dats what I wanted, you taste so good baby,” Jey praised as I gasped, euphoria still overtaking over my body.

Gazing down at him I saw my essence dripping from his beard as he smirked. “Thanks, for dessert baby it tasted so fuckin’ good,” he moaned licking his lips as I tried to catch my breath.

I knew he had a meeting to get to but he wasn’t leaving this room without rearranging this pussy. Deep in my own thoughts, I gasped as his arms pulled me close and he kissed my neck.

My brain was still fuzzy trying to figure out how he moved so fast.

“You like these fangs, don’t you?” he whispered gently nipping at my neck as I moaned.

"Yes!, Mmm, look at us baby,” I moaned as he pried his lips from my neck glancing up at our reflection in the mirror. His hand skillfully toying with my breasts under my shirt as I purred, his dick hard as a brick, rocked up against my ass begging for relief.

Tell him what you want, do it now before you run out of time. You want his ass to sink balls deep up in this pussy.

“Kiss me,” I whispered as I felt Jey’s heart beating wildly against my back as he grasped my neck, bringing my face close to his. Caressing my lips with his thumb before our lips met in a passionate kiss.

I couldn’t help but moan as I tasted myself on his lips.

“You taste good don’t you?” He whispered deepening our kiss. His tongue gently stroked mine as our mouths fused together, refusing to let go as I whimpered against him.

“I need something from you, it’s important,” I whispered against his lips slowly stroking him as he hissed, releasing my lips.

“What you need ma, you know I got you,” he panted as I slowly guided him inside of my welcoming warmth as we both gasped in pleasure.

“I want you to watch me in the mirror and make me cum again Daddy,” I challenged as his eyes widen at my request as I claimed his lips in another kiss.

“That’s what you want baby?” Jey gasped against my lips, his thrust becoming more powerful. “Yes, Daddy!” I screamed as he swallowed my cries. “Look in the mirror and don’t close your eyes, if you do I’ll stop,” Jey whispered as I wined against him.

“Fuck you look so good in my shirt, bent over takin' all dis dick,” he panted, his strokes making my pussy quiver and tighten around him as his hands gripped my hips.

“That dick feels good too,” I moaned meeting his thrusts as he groaned trying to still my hips and take control but Bianca’s words were ringing loud and clear in my head…FINISH HIM….

Arching my back using the counter as leverage I began throwing my ass back on his dick as Jey hissed.

“Tee! Fuck, you trying to make me cum…. Shit!” he growled as I smirked as his eyes closed in pleasure never stopping his strokes.

“And will…Now, open your eyes, baby, if you don’t I’ll stop. Do you want me to stop,” I taunted throwing his words back in his face even though we both were in the same boat.

I was close and so was he. “Don’t you fuckin dare,” he growled opening his eyes, smacking me on the ass as I purred.

“Yes, stroke it, good Daddy,” I gasped as he moaned in shock at my words and how I was taking control. His heavy breathing and his tight grip on my waist, letting me know it wouldn’t be long.

“Mmhm and you betta keep throwin’ dat ass...Yeah, throw it back to Daddy just like that,” he commanded against my ear as I bit my lip continuing to meet his strokes, as he dragged his fangs gently down my neck as I moaned in pleasure against him.

“I know you hear it Jey,” I taunted as a low growl escaped his lips. “Fuck, Tee,” he groaned stirring the vixen inside me.

“Mmhm, I know you felt that shit, I’m about to squirt for you baby,” I moaned talking my shit as Jey moaned gripping my hair.

“Fuck, I feel it, now be a good girl and squirt for Daddy,” Jey groaned, throwing vicious backshots as I squealed in pleasure. His intense, passionate gaze captivated me as I finally let go.

“Oh, shit! I love you!” I exclaimed, squirting as Jey growled “Yea, that’s it, fuck you beautiful. I love you too,” he praised as I continued to fall apart in his arms.

The force of my orgasm triggering his own. “Ahh, fuck,” Jey groaned, stilling inside me as he came, his head resting against my shoulder trying to catch his breath as I whimpered at its force.

“What the hell just happened,” he breathed as I smiled “Nothing, just something we both needed,” I whispered as he kissed my shoulder totally spent as I moaned at the loss of him inside me.

“Damn, I guess this grill is a keeper, huh,” he smirked showing his fangs as I slapped his arm. “Hell yeah, it can stay but I can’t be responsible for my actions. I really like that one," I said without shame as he laughed.

“Shit, I don’t mind at all. Hell, watchin’ your sexy ass take this dick in the mirror might be my new favorite thing, that was hot as fuck,” he whispered kissing my shoulder.

“I have to agree with you, it was very hot,” I said turning to face him, gently kissing him on the lips.

“I hate to leave you like this,” he said caressing my hips as I smiled. “It’s ok, I’m gonna get dressed and go shower on the bus. So, you grab a quick shower and go to your meeting,” I said as we shared a brief kiss before he started towards the shower.

“Keep the bed warm for me, we just getting started,” he said gathering up his gear as I pulled a Nike sweatsuit out of his bag for him to put on.

“Well, you just keep your grill in please, and thank you, sir,” I said as he laughed going in to grab a quick shower as I got dressed myself.

Yeah, that grill definitely is a keeper…

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thewritingofspencerrose · 1 year ago

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Midterm Madness

Luke Hughes x OC

"Babe?" His rough, sleep-filled voice mumbles, rolling over in our bed. "What are you doing up?"

"Oh God, did I wake you?" I answer instead, dulling the screen of my laptop that sits in front of me. "I've been trying so hard to type quietly." Okay, that wasn't the answer Lu was looking for, based on how adorably confused he is right now, curls everywhere.

"It's- two in the morning Baby, why aren't you asleep?" He tries again, pulling the textbook off my lap, "And what is this?"

"I have a midterm in the morning, I was just studying now since I didn't have a chance to today at the hospital and then I got home with barely enough time to make dinner before you and Ja -"

"I wish you would have told me Baby," He interrupts, rolling on top of me and preventing any further studying. "I don't want you to feel like you have to cook for the Jack and I when you spend the night here, especially after a shift or on an exam night."

"But I enjoy it, it's like sitting down to family dinner and I don't get those when I go home," I can't help but remind, because it's the truth. He was there during my parents divorce last year when my sister left for school and made them an empty nester. He knows what was lost, and the Hughes family did their best to fill it in.

"How can I help with..." Are the next words out of his mouth, his strong arms pulling my back into his chest, holding the textbook in his hands as if he were reading. "Biochemical reactions?"

"I appreciate your efforts baby but you have practice tomorrow, and-"

"And nothing. Come on, if you're up, I'm up, and we're going to overnight this like when we were in Michigan," He demands, moving from the bed and taking all of his warmth with him. Throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, he tosses me his hoodie, my favorite one, and holds out his hand, taking my books and computer from me. "We're going to make some tea, settle down at the dining table, and get this shit done, okay?"

"Okay, I can agree to these terms," I can't help but agree, seeing the soft smile he's using on me, pulling his sweatshirt over my head and throwing my hair up. "We've got this."

"Hell yeah we do," Lu assures, leaving me to follow him as he exits his room, sprawling all of my things across the table, only pausing when another male voice interrupts the silence of the room from the couch.

"Moose? Mayday?" Jack's voice is the one to call, his head ducking up over the back of the couch, game controller in hand and brows in the sky. "What are you two doing up?"

"Mae has a midterm in the morning so we're going to study for it," Lu answers, turning to me, "Want to grab the snacks and drinks? You need fuel if we're going to survive this."

"Yes sir," I answer with a mock salute, wandering away with the boys chattering in the back ground. It's on my return that I pause, seeing both boys sitting at the table with their noses in my textbook. "Boys?"

"Can't have my future sister-in-law bombing an exam now can I? Who else is going to patch me up when I get into another fight?" And while it's a joke, you can see in his body language how much he does care.

"What fight? I thought that brawl with Aho wasn't a fight?" I can't help but chirp, his eyes rolling and Luke laughs, pulling me down to sit next to him, his lips meeting my forehead.

"Yeah, you think you're so funny Doc, now tell me, what's the golgi apparatus?"

#original character #the writing of spencer rose #nhl fanfiction #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #jack hughes #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl oneshot

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prettyinpikk · 27 days ago

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Y'all when I tell you I had trouble writing this it was driving me crazy but I still loved writing it tho so I hope y'all enjoy this. Credit for both OCs in this goes to @norvstforthvwickvd.♡

Terry Richmond x OC! Stormi Montoya

This is part 2 of A Soldier's Duty part 1 here

“Yo man, wait up!” Yelled Terry from behind Hector. Hector stopped at the end of the sidewalk and waited for him to catch up. “Wassup bro?” Hector had asked Terry giving him a dap. “I just wanted to see if you wanted to come over to my place this weekend just to chill, and you can bring your lil sister too, if you want.” He said and Hector looked at him with a bit of irritation in his face at Terry bringing up his little sister to hang out with them. “No man, I'm not bringing my little sister to hang out with us. She’ll be bugging me the whole time, and unless you want to be asked questions about random shit I suggest you just keep it to the two of us, yeah?” The two laughed about it as they both walked home together.

Terry’s POV:

I was packing up my camping gear when I got a knock at my door. I opened it to see two soldiers standing there with an envelope in one of their hands. “Can I help you two?” “Are you Terry Richmond?” “Yes I am.” A gut-retching feeling grounded itself in the pit of my stomach. I had a clue of what was happening and I did not like it. “We as soldiers of this country are here to inform you of the passing of Cadet Hector Montoya who passed in the line of duty Monday August 5. Here is a letter from him to you. We are sorry for your loss sir.” They saluted and turned to leave but not before handing me the envelope that had my name on the front of it.

Closing the door I stood there processing Hector’s death. “Damnit Hector!” I yelled as I stood by the door before walking back to the kitchen where my camping supplies were sitting. I lightly tossed the letter onto the table as I leaned over it trying to keep my composer. What the hell is someone supposed to do after finding out that their best friends since little kids just fucking died. I looked at the envelope before grabbing it and sitting down at the table to read it:

Dear Terry,

I know this may be crazy news for you to hear about my passing. I don’t know how I died because I'm writing this in preparation in case something did happen to me. So if you got this that means I'm gone. T I just want you to know that you were the best friend I could’ve had the pleasure and honor of knowing ever since we were little kids. Remember the way we’d get in trouble with the teacher because we couldn’t shut our asses up or when Stormi would chase us when we stole her dolls and cry to my mom for us to give them back to her. Speaking of her, remember the promise you made to me before all this; that you would look out for her take of her. I really just want her to be reminded that just because I’m gone doesn't mean she’s alone. I don't want her to lose herself so she needs someone to take care of her and you’re the only person that I know would look out for her that way she needs to be looked out for. But I also don't want you going off the rail either. It was a good run with you brother. Take care.

-Love Hector

P.S. you break my little sister’s heart I’ll hunt you for the rest of your life, then beat the hell out of you when you get to your own grave.

“Well shit man.” sigh “You were always the fucking jokester.” I sat at the table awhile longer time. A few tears fell as I reread the letter, mainly the last part about his sister. I haven’t spoken to her in a while. Maybe I should call her and check in on her to see how she’s taking the news. I grabbed my phone and looked through the few contacts I had in there before pressing her name, putting the phone to my ear as it ranged.

“Hello, Terry?” She answered, her voice sounding drained and tired. “Hey Stormer how you feelin’?”

“I’m…”

She let out a long winded sigh before continuing. “I’m just really tired T, I can't believe he’s gone.” I heard a small sniffle on the other side of my phone. “Hey it’s going to be okay alright, whatever you need I'm here for you okay?” There were sounds of sheets moving around and shuffling before it stopped. “You don’t have to watch over me. I can take care of myself, I'm not little anymore, Terry.” I let out a sigh of my own as I ran a hand over my face before speaking again. “I know you’re not Stormi but your brother just died and I just want to make sure you’re alright shit like this will hit you harder if you just let it build up. I want to be here for you Stormer.”

“Well I’m fine Terry… His funeral is in two weeks. It's at the same graveyard where our parents are. I'll send you the invite. I have to go now.” And with that she hung up the phone leaving me with my own thoughts.

~The next day ~

I was in the woods thinking about how I just lost my best friend. It didn't feel right knowing that he was gone. And to add salt on to injury I have to look out for his little sister. She’s the one that’s most affected by all this the most.

“Stormi girl, what chu doing? Where your brother at?” I asked as I walked up the porch where she was sitting. “Hey Terry, I'm not up to nothing and he’s inside.” Stormi spoke back but her tone was dry and monotone. “Hey what's up, you good?” “Yea I’m fine T me and Hector had a fight but it’s okay I guess.” I stood there for a second before I sat next to her on the stairs leaning my arms over my knees. “What are you doing Terry? I thought you were here to see my brother?” “I am but, I feel like you need some company yourself first.” She let out a small scoff before doing the same thing as me and leaned over her knees. “....We were fighting about him going off to the army so early and that he should wait but he was so persistent about it. I don’t know Terry, I just don't want my brother to get hurt and mom and dad already have a lot to worry about.” I sat quietly and listened to her talk about her worries for her brother, my own ping of guilt hitting the back of my head. “-You know Stormer… I'm joining too.” “What?...” “Yea um me and your brother were going to join together and-” “You asshole you and him are truly the same! You never tell me anything!-” “Stormer, listen to me mama we’re doing this because it is something we both want. Okay your brother is very good at what he does. We didn’t want to tell you because we knew you’d act like this.” She sat in silence for a while before getting up and walked inside leaving me on the steps of the house before I got up myself and passed her in the kitchen and walked up to her brother sitting next to him. “Stormer we’ll be fine-” “Do what you want. But the only thing I beg is that the two of you be safe…” “We’ll try.”

~Two week later~

Stormi’s POV:

It was the day of my brother's funeral and I never thought that I would have to bury him so early into his life, he was only 30 and to see him just so lifeless It just didn’t feel right, it didn't look right. I made my way up to his closed casket and just stood there for a second, my body feeling weak and heavy all at the same time; till I felt someone hold onto me. Turning my head I saw Terry standing there by my side with a look that I have seen on his face too much. Guilt.

“He loved you, he’d never just leave without making sure you knew that Stormer.” Terry said into my ear pulling me back from the casket and escorting me back to my seat. “I thought you weren't coming for a while, I almost didn't come myself but I couldn’t do that to him.” I said my tiredness really showing I just didn’t have the energy to cry anymore well at least not now. “You know T I knew this was going to happen but it just-” “I know Stormer, I know.” He held me while we sat watching them lower my brother’s casket, seeing him for the last time.

#rebel ridge #terry richmond #aaron pierre #terry richmond x oc

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candywife333 · 1 year ago

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Delulu is the Solulu

PART 1- Hairy Big Toe

AND PART 1 is finally out. Planning 2-3 parts for this.

Chubby OC (with PCOS) x simp idol Jungkook

No proofreading done

Summary: Our OC (Lee Ireum) loves Jungkook of BTS to pieces. She loves him through the distance of her screen and in fact is one of his avid fan club members. She is running for president of the ARMY fan club in her home town. But, she has a peculiarity about her, that even her fellow members in arms don't know about her. She never wants to meet them. She never wants to meet BTS, and she especially never wants to meet Jungkook. She believes in never meeting your heroes because they will end up disappointing you, eventually. To hold up this ideal, she has never been to their in person events. However, though she has never been to a fan meet ,she is supposed to attend one the coming week (at the blackmailing insistence of one of her friends). Yet, she had started to text a dude through a popular dating app around the same time all of this was happening.

It had started out as a prank, this dating profile. She would post sexy pics , have amusing chats with thirsty dudes, and then block them for the shits and giggles. Living the true online play girl life, something she would never do in real life cause of insecurities. The odd thing with the dude she is texting though is that the time stamps of the texts are not showing up in Korean time, it almost seemed like Eastern standard time. And the odder thing was that closer to her fan meet date, the time stamps changed back to korean standard time. The question was, who exactly was she chatting with?

Description : This fic will be written with chat messages in between (dilineated by bullets), alternating with the usual writing.

Disclaimer: The character of Jungkook in this fic is not a true representation of his real life actions or personality. Please treat this is fiction.

Triggers: voyeurism, dub-conish , body insecurity (chubby hairy OC incoming)

I opened up my phone to see the recent chats I had received from the new dating app I signed up for a week back. Damn, so many requests within a few hours from when I finished updating my blank profile with pics of myself (of course since it is just a thirst trap account without my face) which were just way too scandalous for real life. I opened up the first chat that I received.

bunnyboy7- Show me your tits🤤

The hell, guys were that straightforward? I thought I would at least get a little segue and introduction, luring me in, before being asked for my literal boobs in a pic.

strawcakes4- Excuse me? Sir this is a Wendy's drive through👵.

bunnyboy7- Then, at least show me your ass🍑

Damn, this dude was way too relentless. I didn't even show a hint of cleavage in my actual pics on the dating profile to signal that I might be open to showing anybody anything. How did this random guy, think he had the honor of seeing first my tits? and then my bare ass? I guess dude didn't yet know that I had a hairy ass. Even monkeys would be envious. I even had a few hairs on my tits. I grew chest hair before guys in my class did. Even had upper lip hair to match. Had to get that little bitch ripped off my face every Sunday with my handy dandy waxing pot, otherwise I would be sporting a rather impressive moustache most of the time. Dude, didn't know what he was even asking for.

strawcakes4- I think you have the wrong number Sir Bunny

bunnyboy7- Trust me baby, you won't regret me.

strawcakes4- What are you going to say next? champagne confetti? too predictable dude. You think you are JK or something🤨?

bunnyboy7- In fact yes I do, my fair lady. (5:00 AM EST)

strawcakes4- They say the world is made up of mostly sane poeple. I am beginning to doubt this claim. Delulu is not the solulu my friend. 😌No matter how much you and I both wish you were JK, that is not reality.

bunnyboy7- Ok, well how about you assume I am JK and why don't you show your favorite , cutest global pop-star your bellybutton then? Ask not what your JK can do for you, but what you can do for your JK. It is for a noble cause.

strawcakes4- Excuse me? how desperate are you dude? We progressed from ass, to tits, to belly button? You have a fetish or something? And now you claim to be JK---THE SHEER AUDACITY?! JK would be too busy earning millions ,performing at times square, eating noodles drenched in perilla oil, hanging out with calvin klein models. He would not be sitting here looking so pathetic.

bunnyboy7- Sometimes stars have needs too. Ok!? We don't have models gyrating 10 feet away from us all the time, contrary to popular opinion. And sometimes we do our own laundry. Is that so hard for you to fucking believe?!

What were the odds of this guy actually being jungkook? He was probably a troll or delusional fanboy who thought he was JK. He sure was putting in a lot of effort to convince me though. Rolling my eyes, I scrolled further down to reply:

strawcakes4- clutching my forehead in disbelief you need to get over yourself dude. If you are Jungkook, I am bloody britney spears. I am not sending nudes or sexting you. OFF to HORNY JAIL WITH YOU, YOUNG MAN!! 🔥If you were truly JK, you wouldn't be begging, you would already be receiving. bunnyboy7- Fine, fine fine, if you can't send me nudes or sext with me, let's play a game of 20 questions.

strawcakes4- Ok?

bunnyboy7- What does your pussy look like? describe it in no less than 20 words. Your timer starts now😉

This dude had balls of steel, he even wanted a pussy description. He would probably run for the hills if he actually saw my furry snatch in person. Chewing on my lip, deliberating my next response, I typed out:

strawcakes4- Ok, "JK", I think …………….I have contracted syphilis from my step father in Transylvania and I am about to die. So………….I am leaving the chat…………….to go get it treated.

bunnyboy7- Don't lie to me like that strawbaby!!! Don't you dare leave this chat.

------Strawcakes4 has left the chat

bunnyboy7- Goddamnit. Ok forget about pussy. At least show bobs.🤤 (5:10 AM EST)

bunnyboy7- Fuck, I came on to her way too hard I guess

Giggling and kicking my feet as I lay on my bed, I chuckled, sounding like a pig snorting in the process. At least he figured out, that he was coming on to me way too hard and way too inappropriately.

I sat there contemplating whether I should delete his chat log and block him. I usually did that after 2-3 interactions with particularly horny dudes, or even after 1 interaction with really annoying clingy guys. Here for a good time, not a long time fellas. I was literally baffled when some of them were using me for therapy sessions. Like, why should I do so much unpaid work?! Like hell I was wasting my time talking to these dudes constantly .

I didn't mind flirting, bantering and eventually sharing pics after building a rapport (not like I kept them for long in my dms either way). But the way this dude had come on so strong was perplexing and rather irritating. I had come across this type of behavior from many other dudes. But he was the first one to not even say Hi. Usually the other dudes had decency to atleast greet her and then start their lewd demands. Pathetic buffoon.

I flopped onto my back, sighing over the fact that I would have to attend that fan meet in a few days. I did not want to meet any of the members of BTS. The only idols I had an intention of meeting in my life were MAMAMOO. I loved their vibe and would feel comfortable in their presence. My main reason for wanting to meet was also so I could ask Hwasa to step on my face with her high heels. The lady was a divine goddess. Sometimes I just wished I was lesbian, because so many things would be easier. Finding men attractive, was a curse.

Running for president of our BTS fanclub in our hometown was a feat. You can only print out so many posters of Jimin's luscious lips, and Jin's windswept perfectly tousled hair, before you get tired of seeing them. Somedays I got so tired of doing BTS related activities, like chaperoning younger armys to attend their music shows and meets in Korea. It was fine when I was a younger teen in middle school, but as a college junior it felt taxing at times.

I had seen the members from afar but never went to actual fan meets where you could interact or talk to them. Convinced it would lead to disillusionment at their carefully manufactured images and heartache, I rejected attending those type of meets. My baby members always pushed me attend, wanting me as a chaperone so their parents would feel comfortable with them attending. I just couldn't though, and they would stare back at me with their puppy dog eyes disheartened at my refusal. But, something about my attitude as a fan had changed. I still loved them to the moon and back, but I guess it was getting tiring.

I had different priorities I guess, like getting a new job with the marketing degree I was to graduate with next year. I groaned at the prospect of finding a place to live next year. My dorm room would be gone and I would have to look for a flat since mom and dad lived in the countryside.

Two days later, I was met with another stream of texts from the same person, bunnyboy7. Why in the fucking hell was he bothering me now? Especially with the dreaded fan meet I had to attend in a few days. Armies looked out for each other, and the main reason for me to attend wasn't honestly even about running for president. It was the responsibility of looking after the young, impressionable minds that would be attending. Had to make sure they didn't get hurt in a crowd, or break down. You would be surprised how many people tended to cry a river and lose their bloody mind when seeing their favorite idols.

I opened the chat log:

bunnyboy7- you there angel? my beautiful goddess? temptress of my dreams, or shall I say tittytress of my fantasies😏😏

I scoffed as I stared at the screen, what the hell was he on? weed? nicotine? You would think one rejection would be enough to get my point across, to convey my distaste.

strawcake4- Ummmmm. Why are you still talking to me dude? I am not interested in sexting or nudes. Leave me alone, I am way too busy for this right now

bunnyboy7- I have been fisting myself everyday to the pic you posted of yourself in a see through black babydoll dress with your tits drooping down , perfect size for my hands to squeeze. I almost came as I could see your thick thighs, just the right size to have wrapped around my neck as I lick your juicy little pussy😜 Please at least take pity on a poor man and post a feet pic. (7:00 AM KST)

strawcake4- Ok dude, this convo has prolonged far enough. If you have a boner, I will deflate it in two seconds flat, that's all I need. My toes are hairy, my tummy is hairy, my legs are ......you guessed it hairy and so is the rest of my body. I look like a cross between a chubby baboon and a chimpanzee. Now , unless you are into bestiality, you won't want to engage further with me. Leave me the fuck alone.

I expected no response from him, confident in my abilities to turn off men. The dude would have deleted the chat by now. Checking out of sheer curiosity, I was shocked, gasping as sweat beaded on my hairline, at his reply:

bunnyboy7- It's ok baby, we can just shave it all off if it bothers you, no biggie. 😋But I like my pussies hairy , a whole jungle, so don't worry in the least. And I can tell just from your pics, that I would drown in your pussy and never come up for air. It would be a glorious way to go, don't you think darling 🤓

I was breathless as I stared at his text, what the hell did he mean? He didn't mind all the body hair and my fat little self?

strawcake4- stop messing around dude, you are just lying. Now let us just end the convo, you are fooling nobody.

bunnyboy7- Who said I was lying baby😏. Just send one pic of your choosing of your body. And I will prove it to you. (7: 05 AM KST)

I shouldn't be doing this. But my fingers moved to my photo gallery and I picked out one pic I had taken in dim light of my tits and tummy, intact with strawberry red lingerie that showed hints of fine downy hair here and there. He would probably be turned off and we could end this interaction. I paused several minutes, indecisive about sending the pic.

bunnyboy7- You still there babe? please babygirl, I am salivating at the thought of you. Send a pic, any pick. The mere thought of you is keeping me on the verge of cumming. (7: 10 AM KST )

I took a deep breath, not dragging the pic through my editing app, and clicked SEND, closing my eyes at the thought of what I had just done, wincing a little. I peeked at the screen with one eye open, he was typing. I almost jolted up towards the ceiling as I saw what he had written, my panties getting damp involuntarily.

bunnyboy7- OMG BABY🤤🤤I can't handle all your beauty. The perfect tits, tipped with chocolate brown areolas. I could just bite into them. And that gorgeous collection of pudge around your belly, your skin and flesh looks so soft. I can't believe I am saying this but........I would even lick your armpits and your asshole if you would let me. Totally my dream girl. I am cumming, oh ma god , I can't hold back anymore.

Before, I could reread his text, I received a pic. WTF!!!! My soul almost left my body, it was a pic of cum all squirted out , translucent and stringy onto his plain white sheets.

bunnyboy7- A tribute to you my luscious goddess. If only I could see you in motion, in 3D babe, to truly worship you. (7: 15 KST)

Something in my brain started tugging at me as I sat there on my bed stunned at all his proclamations of lust. Wait, when did his time zone change from EST to KST??? Didn't Jungkook just come back to Korea a few days back? It definitely couldn't be him , right ? We already had a joking convo about that. What type of reverse psychology was he using, if it was actually him?

I was about to dismiss the thought from my head when I saw his cum pic. Wait, I had seen that tattoo somewhere. His pic had part of his hand in the frame. If you weren't an army who had hung up his posters all of your school, you might not have a clue. But, the M on one of his knuckes, was a big give away. I still found it hard to believe even with the evidence. Why would Jungkook of BTS, the beloved, hot and happening global popstar, be texting me? And what had become of my vow never to interact with them?

Had I actually just now talked to Jungkook? And seen his cum sprayed all over his sheets? and had him simping over hairy little, big foot me? Since when did people like me talk with people like them?

#chubby reader #bts x reader #eventual smut #jungkook x reader #comedy #bts x plus size reader #jungkook x chubby reader #smut bts #bts x chubby reader #jungkook x hairy reader #jungkoook x OC #jungkook x chubby OC #Jungkook x curvy OC #Jungkook x plus size OC #insecurities #body worship #body positivity #body image #simp jungkook

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callsign-magnolia · 9 days ago

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Nice Day for a White Wedding

Mature Content 18+

Bradley Bradshaw x Presidents Daughter! OC

This was for @bellaireland1981 Winter RomCom Writing Challenge. I know it's late, life got in the way but I'm so happy it's finished and I hope y'all enjoy it!

Synopsis: It was a chance meeting that brought Bradley and Natalie together and they're quickly torn apart by Natalie's own stalker. But when it's time to visit family in San Diego for Christmas they meet again, but the joy doesn't last long.

Warnings: Alcohol, kidnapping, stalking, paranoia, cursing.

Word Count: 17.1k

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“So late. I am so late!” I muttered as I rushed down the hallway. My dad is gonna kill me. You’d think at my age that wouldn’t be a worry of mine, but it is and always will be. I rounded the corner and hit what felt like a brick wall before falling flat on my ass. “Oh shit. Ma’am I am so sorry!” It took a minute and I noticed a hand in front of me and I took it. “Are you alright?” I nodded as he pulled me back up to my feet. “Yeah, yeah. Just a little disoriented you know.” He nodded and as I looked at the man before me, two men merged into one and I practically gawked at him. He had huge brown eyes and sandy brown curls on top of his head. “You-you’re one of the naval aviators getting honored today. Right?” He nodded, a subtle blush covering his face. “Uh yes ma’am. I’m Bradley Bradshaw.” He shook my hand and that’s when I realized he never let go after pulling me up. My brain fumbled and I only spit out my first name. “Natalie.” I said and he raised a brow at me. “Just Natalie?” I nodded. “Well I have to get going. Hopefully I’ll see you around Bradley.” With that I took off.

I rushed to the executive residence and into the family room. “There you are!” My dad said, arms wide open and a smile on his face. “Hi daddy!” I said, rushing over to hug him. “It’s been too long since we’ve seen you.” I laughed as he squeezed me. “You saw me last night at the dinner!” I said and he laughed. “But until you arrived yesterday it had been seven months!” “How were you late today, anyway? You were just on the other side of the building.” My mom said, “Okay, first off this building is massive. Second, I couldn't find my shoes!” She laughed. “You brought one pair of heels with you and you wore them last night.” I nodded. “And I was so drunk from all the wine you insisted on that I kicked my shoes off and they ended up behind my mirror.” She just laughed at me before handing me some water. “Why did you invite me to this anyway? You’re honoring a naval squadron. Not really a family event.” I asked as I took a sip. “It gave me an excuse to invite you down here.” I smiled at my dad. “Sir, they’re ready for you.” My dad nodded. “Let’s go.”

My mother intertwined her arm with my dad’s and we made our way outside. “Please welcome, President Hank Duvall. First Lady Kimberly Duvall and their daughter Natalie Duvall.” We were announced and I stepped out into the sun. The applause started and dad took the podium and mom and I took seats to his left while the entire naval squad stood to his left. “Today, we honor true American heroes. The very men and women who put their lives on the line to protect everything we stand for as a nation.” My dad turned to them, everyone standing at attention. “This team flew into ever present danger under extreme conditions. They put their lives on the line when asked and that is what makes them heroes.” My dad carried on for a while. He was so passionate about stuff like this. “Now I would like to honor these brave naval aviators with the Navy Presidential Unit Citation.” My dad lifted one medal before turning to his right. “Captain Pete Mitchell.” “Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw” “Lieutenant Natasha Trace” “Lieutenant Robert Floyd” “Lieutenant Reuben Fitch” “Lieutenant Mickey Garcia” “And Lieutenant Jake Seresin” We all clapped loudly before my dad thanked them for their service.

Once over the media asked questions before some of them were ushered out, only a few remaining so everyone could mingle in peace. “Thank you.” I said as a waiter handed me a glass of champagne. “So, Miss Duvall. I think you left out an important detail.” Bradley said as he walked over. “That I’m the president’s daughter? Yeah, I try not to lead with that one.” He laughed and it sounded so melodic. “Well I’m glad when I knocked you over I wasn’t swarmed by the secret service.” I grinned. “Thankfully I declined to have the service. Of course when I’m here I’m on their radar at all times, but back in Maine it’s just me.” He nodded. “So you live in Maine?” I nodded. “What do you do?” He asked. “I am a landscape architect for the National Parks Service in Acadia National Park.” He raised his brows. “Aren’t the national parks protected? How could you be an architect for that?” I laughed. “I design things like camp grounds, museums, trails, all that fun stuff.” He raised his eyebrows. “Now that’s cool.” He said as he took a sip of his own champagne. “Says the fighter pilot!” I replied. “Lieutenant Bradshaw.” My dad said as he walked over and Bradley immediately saluted him. “Mr. President, sir.” I held back a laugh. “As you were.” Bradley relaxed, checking his champagne to make sure he didn’t spill any. “I want to thank you again for the bravery you showed during that mission.” Dad held out his hand and immediately Rooster shook it. “It’s my duty, sir. I never thought twice about it.” My dad nodded. “That and Lieutenant Mitchell is your god father, correct?” Bradley’s face dropped. “I don’t blame you, son. If I was in that situation, I would’ve done the same.” Bradley visibly relaxed.

“I see you’ve met my daughter, Natalie.” I eyed my dad. “Yes, sir. She was telling me what she does for work.” My dad’s eyebrows raised. “It’s pretty neat isn’t it? I never would’ve thought national parks would use landscape architects.” My dad gushed. “Okay, dad. Don’t overdo it.” I said and he laughed, pulling me into a hug. “I could never overdo it with you sweetheart.” I smiled as he noticed someone else and took off. “He’s quite chatty, and friendly.” Bradley said and I nodded. “Ever the social butterfly. Always has been, always will be.” He nodded and turned to me. “Well I guess I won’t hog all your attention, I’m sure other people would like to talk to you.” I looked up at him, meeting his eyes. “Well, everyone is just here for you guys and my dad. I usually hang out with my mom or sneak off to the garden during these things.” He smiled at me for a second before motioning to his squadmates. “Well if that’s the case. Do you wanna meet my team?” I nodded. “I’d like that.”

Bradley led me over to his team, who were all very warm and inviting. Hours dragged by and finally I was tired of the crowd. “Hey.” I nudged Bradley who was standing next to me, listening to his friends. “Wanna take a walk in the garden with me?” I asked and he nodded. I motioned him to follow me and we slipped away. “We’ll go out to the Jacqueline Kennedy Garden. It’s farthest away.” He laughed. “Oh I see, you just wanted to get me alone.” He remarked and I nudged him. “Maybe, maybe not.” I said as I walked ahead. He caught up to me after a moment and we walked together in silence. “You seem really close with your dad.” He said as we got to the garden entrance. “I am. I love my mother so much. But my dad and I have always had a different relationship. We’ve been attached at the hip since I could remember. I guess that’s what made moving away so difficult.” He raised his brows. “Did you live here at some point?” I shook my head. “No. I grew up in San Diego, that’s where my parents are from. I went to college in Rhode Island, so I was quite happy when Dad won the presidency, only for the fact that meant he was now only six hours away versus a forty-three hour drive or an eight hour flight.” Bradley nodded. “So what were your parents like?” I asked and he pursed his lips, sitting on a bench to the side. “My dad died when I was two. Training accident with Mav, Lieutenant Mitchell. Mom and I had just flown out to visit him, we were there for two days.” Tears built up in my eyes.

“Mom passed when I was nineteen. Pancreatic cancer.” I reached over, taking his hand in my own, covering it with my other. “Bradley. I am so sorry. I never should’ve asked.” He shook his head, a smile on his face. “No. I like talking about them. It usually brings back memories, especially with dad.” I smiled as he lifted my hands and shook them slightly. “What’s your favorite memory with your dad?” I asked and he smiled at me. “Got a piano anywhere?” I smiled before I stood, his hand still in mine and I dragged him inside. I pulled him through the entire white house until we got to the Central hall. “This isn’t an antique is it?” Bradley asked as he walked closer, I shrugged. “Maybe. I think it’s been here at least twenty years.” He nodded and I leaned against the side of the piano. “May I?” He asked, motioning to me. “Sure.” He gently grabbed my waist and lifted me to sit on the piano. “Can I ask why?” He grinned at me, handing me his cap to hold. “It’s something my dad always did with my mom. Plus it’s more fun to play when I have such a pretty girl to stare at.” I had to fight the blush that crept up my neck but I think it was pointless.

He hit a few keys and it was beautiful. It was slow and melodic until suddenly he slammed his fingers on the keys. “You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain!” I immediately recognized the song and sang along with him. As soon as he was done he pulled me off the piano and spun us around a few times. “You’re so talented, Bradley.” He smiled down at me, one hand on my waist, the other holding my right hand. “Well thank you.” He said as he took a step back, bowing for me. “Come on.” I locked elbows with him, walking us down the hallway. “You know, I think this is the most fun I’ve had at one of these parties.” He raised his brows and smiled. “Oh, really? Well maybe we can keep the party going.” He said and I grinned. “What did you have in mind?” I asked. “Do they keep booze in any of the rooms?” I laughed loudly. “You sound like a teenager! Follow me.” He immediately took my hand and I led him to the Yellow Oval Room. “Isn’t this where the president hosts diplomatic guests and stuff?” I nodded. “Sure is. But this room has a wet bar!” I opened the doors to the wet bar and he looked up in awe. “Now, do we dare shots?” I asked and he laughed. “I like the way you think!” I poured us some tequila and handed him the shot glass.

We had about four shots each and my brain couldn’t keep up with my eyes. “So when do y’all have to leave?” I asked. It had been dark for over an hour now so I knew it would be soon. We were looking out at the party, it had become even more relaxed now. My dad’s tie was gone and mom’s heels were kicked off under the food table. “We have a flight back to San Diego at ten a.m.” I raised my brows. “You stationed out there?” He shook his head. “No. I was actually in Sigonella, Italy before I got this mission. We were all pulled from our stations to be brought in for this one mission.” I nodded. “Guess that’s what you get when you're the best of the best, right?” He nodded. “Your dad’s picture hangs in the entrance hall at North Island’s base.” I nodded. “Yeah, he went through Top Gun before I was ever thought of, and it was kinda nice. Most of my life he was close to home. I was lucky.” I said before I turned to him. “So I guess it’s back to Italy after this?” He nodded. “That’s the plan. I like Italy though, there’s always something new to do in my free time.” He said and I smiled. “So, when is your free time?” He raised a brow. “And why would you want to know?” He poked my side. “I’ve never been to Italy. Maybe I need a tour guide.” I remarked, sipping on the drink I made. “You’d come visit me?” He asked and I nodded.

“You’re fun. And you’re attractive so that’s a plus.” I winked at him. “It’s always better when a pretty girl calls me attractive.” He turned to face me completely and I mirrored him. “I really, really wanna kiss you.” I bit my lip. “Then why don’t you?” I asked. “Is that you telling me I can kiss you?” I nodded, stepping closer and reaching up to rest my hand on the back of his neck. “Yes, bradley. It is.” I tugged on him and he didn’t hesitate to lean down and press his lips to mine. His hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him. I reached to the table behind me to set my glass down and tossed my other arm around his neck. His hair was so soft between my fingers. Finally he pulled away and we were both taking deep breaths. “Damn.” I muttered. We stared at each other for a moment before I grabbed my drink again. “So, should we return to the party?” I asked and he nodded. “Can I kiss you one more time?” I nodded as he leaned down again.

As we returned his friend Phoenix came over. “Where have you two been? I saw you leave together and I’ve been trying to keep everyone distracted. Do you know how difficult it is to distract secret service members?” I held back a laugh. “I’m sorry, Phoenix. It won’t happen again.” I said and she laughed and nodded. “Well we leave in five. Say goodbye to your lover.” She said and Bradley’s jaw dropped. “She is not- ugh.” I laughed. “Well I guess this is goodbye.” I said and he sighed, facing me. “I guess it is.” We stared at each other for a moment. “Would you actually come visit me? Or did you just say that to flirt?” I laughed, averting my eyes from his. “I was flirting. But I think it would be nice to visit Italy… and you.” His smile grew and it made my stomach flutter. “Here.” I pulled him over to a table with a bunch of pens and paper. I wrote my number down on a sheet of paper and went to hand it to him before I pulled it back. “I don’t think I can stress how important it is that you keep this to yourself.” He nodded and took the paper. “I swear, I am the only person who will lay eyes on this paper.” I smiled. “Well we might want to get back to everyone. If you disappear without saying goodbye to my father, he might be upset.” We laughed and walked out, joining everyone again.

“Where did you wander off to?” Mom asked as soon as she saw me, a grin on her face. “Just gave Lieutenant Bradshaw here a little tour of the place.” She smirked at me. “He’s cute isn’t he?” I laughed as she wrapped her arm through mine. “Mom.” I groaned as we walked towards the group that assembled. “It was an honor to have you all here, really.” My dad said, shaking hands with everyone. “It was a true pleasure to be here Mr. President.” Captain Mitchell responded. With that everyone started filing out towards the front door. As everyone stepped out Rooster turned to me. “Can I call you tomorrow?” I smiled widely at him. “I’ll be waiting.” I wanted so badly to lean in and kiss him and just as I was about to his Captain called out to him. “Rooster!” Bradley squeezed his fists bouncing on his heels for a second. “Oh!” He groaned looking at his Captain and back to me. “I will call you in the morning. I promise!” He called out as he rushed down the steps to the van waiting for him. As the van pulled away I stepped inside and the doors were shut. “I’ll call in the morning?” Mom asked as I walked past her. “Mom.” I groaned and she laughed. “Can I help it if I’m excited for you?” She asked and I shrugged. “I guess not.” I said as we walked towards the living quarters. “Well get some sleep, it’s late. I’ll see you at breakfast.” I nodded. “Goodnight mom.” I said as she turned for her and my dad’s room. He was probably still in his office finishing some stuff, so I just went into my room. “Goodnight, Levi.” I said to the agent that stood outside my room. “Goodnight, Ms. Duvall.”

That night I fell asleep thinking of Bradley. No man has ever invaded my thoughts like he has, it was kinda scary but most of all, I couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss. The next morning I woke up to my curtains being opened. “Regina. I’m hungover.” I said as I pulled my pillow on top of my head. “Well sadly I can’t help that, dear.” My mom’s voice spoke up. “Mom?” I raised a brow as I sat up, shielding my eyes from the sunshine. “Unless this is Invasion of The Body Snatchers, then yes, it’s mom.” She joked. “What are you doing in here?” I asked. “I gave Regina the day off. She works hard, plus,” She rushed and jumped into the bed next to me, grinning wildly. “I wanted to pester you awake.” She said as she poked my side, making me squeal and get up. “Now that you’re up, your dad is making pancakes.” I smiled, sliding on my house shoes. “I haven’t had daddy’s pancakes in forever.” I said as I walked over and grabbed a sweatshirt from the drawer. “That’s why he’s making them.” Mom opened the door. “First one there gets the wonky one!” She said and took off out of the room. “NO FAIR!” I yanked my sweatshirt over my head as I followed her. It didn’t take long before I caught up to her and we stayed neck and neck until we hit the doorway to the family dining room. “Out of my way!” I said as we were wedged in the doorway. “Wow you two.” Dad said as he walked over, yanking mom through the doorway to separate us. ��Ha! I win!” She said and dad laughed. “You lose.” Dad said and she turned to him confused. “Huh?!” I bit back a laugh. “You cheated. I heard her yelling all the way in the kitchen.” Mom huffed and went to sit as dad and I laughed. “If you admit you’re a sore loser I’ll let you have it.” I said and she huffed. “I’ll never admit defeat.” Dad and I laughed as we sat down.

We tore into breakfast and about halfway through breakfast when the White House Press Secretary, Ava, walked in. “Mr. President.” She said and he turned to look at her. “You three may want to see this.” She grabbed a remote from the top of the mantle and turned on the tv in the room. “Last night President Duvall honored a Naval Squadron for their heroics and bravery on a recent mission that resulted in two pilots crashing and surviving. But it looks like the president's daughter, Natalie Duvall did some honoring of her own.” A picture of Bradley and I kissing in front of the window popped up and my hand flew to my mouth. It looked like we were all over each other. “Nothing like a man in uniform, right? It seems he’s brought out America’s Sweetheart’s wild side.” I scrunched my nose. That was the first time I was ever referred to as America’s sweetheart and I didn’t like it. “It’s clear that President Duvall can’t keep a handle on his family, so can he keep a handle on America?” I rolled my eyes. Of course the media would use this against my dad. Ava shut the tv off and turned to my dad. “How would you like me to handle this, sir?” She asked and dad looked to me. “Give me a little while to discuss this with my daughter.” My face burned and I casted my eyes to my plate. I felt like I was little and getting in trouble.

She nodded and walked out. We sat in silence for a moment until I couldn’t handle it anymore. “Daddy. I’m so sorry-” His hand flew up and I immediately stopped talking. “That was very careless of you. You knew the media was there and yet you still did it.” It really was careless of me and I regretted being so public with it. “Dad-” “Were you happy?” I furrowed my brows as I looked at him. “What?” I was so confused. “Were you happy last night? I mean you had to have been right to let him kiss you. And if everything I witnessed last night was anything, you seemed to be enjoying yourself.” I nodded. “Yeah. I was very happy. Bradley is a lot of fun and he’s so sweet.” My dad looked at my mom and she shrugged and nodded. “Okay. Then we’ll say that. You met a very charming man and had a very exciting evening with him at the party.” I raised my brows. “Ava!” He yelled and she came back in. “Yes, Mr. President.” “We are going to say that Natalie met a very charming man and had a wonderful time last night. If you need details or have any other questions you can ask, Natalie.” She nodded. “I will come find you if I have questions.” I nodded. “Thank you, Ava.” I said and she smiled. “You’re very welcome.”

Two days later I was packed and standing in front of the SUV that would be taking me to the airport. “No call from him?” Mom asked and I sighed. “No. Maybe it was just the drinks. It was a stupid move mom, what was I thinking?” She just laughed. “You’re young. It’ll be okay.” I nodded as Levi opened the door for me. “Thanks, Levi.” I hugged mom tightly. “I love you.” She pulled away and I hugged my dad. “We love you too. Be careful and please, call us when you get home.” I nodded. “I will.” With that I gave one last wave and got in the SUV. It was a quiet, relaxing ride and I was glad to be arriving at the airstrip. As soon as we stopped I stepped out of the SUV and stretched. Levi walked over and took my suitcase from the back. “They are starting up the jet. Once they’re done with precheck they’ll let you board.” I nodded as I stood inside the hangar. Suddenly my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked seeing an unknown number. I hoped this was Bradley. “Hello?” I answered. “How much trouble am I in for waiting three days?” A sense of excitement flew through me. “Maybe a little.” I said and he sighed. “I am so sorry, sweetheart. It wasn’t my plan. I wanted to call you as soon as we landed but I was sent straight into work and I’ve been non-stop the last few days.” I hummed. “I guess I forgive you.” I could hear a sigh of relief. “I’m so relieved to hear that.” I laughed. “I can tell.” “What are you doing?” He asked. “I am about to get on a jet home.” He sighed. “So our first call is cut short.” I nodded. “Sadly. Are you in California?” I asked. “I am. Not sure when I’ll be back in Italy.” I nodded. “Well, Maine is three hours ahead of California. Maybe I could call you when I get home. Then we can go uninterrupted?” I bit my lip, brushing the bottom of my vans along the ground. “I like that idea. I’ll wait for your call sweetheart.” I had to fight back the giddy feeling. “Okay, bye Bradley.” I said. “Bye Natalie.” With that our call ended. “Ms. Duvall. They’re ready for you.” Thank you, Levi! I’ll see you next time!” I said as I climbed the stairs. Thankfully the flight to Bar Harbor wasn’t long and by the time I got off I was rushing to my car I was itching to call him back.

Bradley and I had talked everyday for three weeks now. It was an amazing three weeks. Bradley was still waiting to go back to Italy and I was hoping I could get out to California to meet him before he went. “So I have something to tell you.” My eyebrows raised as I sat my wine glass down on the side table next to my couch. “Everything okay?” I asked. “Not really.” I started stressing. “I’ve been given orders. A twelve month deployment.” My eyebrows shot up and I almost choked on the wine I just sipped on. “Twelve months?!” That is really going to throw a wrench in whatever this is. “When do you leave?” I asked. “I leave in a week.” I sighed. “But I wanted to tell you because I also had a question for you.” I hummed. “I wanted to ask if I could write to you while I’m gone?” I bit back a smile. “Yeah. I’d really like that.” I replied. “If it’s okay with you, I'd like to call you when I have the chance.” I nodded. “Yeah, I’d love that. But wouldn’t you wanna call anyone else?” I asked. “Well, my parents are gone and Mav will be with me so I don’t really have anyone else.” Shit, why did I bring that up? “I’m sorry, Bradley. I don’t know why I said that.” I apologized. “You call me day or night and I will answer.” I said confidently. “That’s so good to hear.”

Bradley and I squeezed in as much phone time as possible and he called me just before he boarded. “How do you feel?” I asked as I walked down a trail to a campsite I was working on. “Nervous. I’m always nervous before a deployment. It just holds so much uncertainty.” I nodded, pulling my coat tighter around me. The fall air crisp and fresh. “Just sucks you had to leave four days before Thanksgiving.” I said. “Maybe, if you think it’s a good idea and we’ll see where this goes, you could join my parents and I next year.” Ooh bad idea. I should not have said that. “I think that sounds really nice, Nattie.” I raised a brow. “Nattie?” I asked and I heard him sigh. “Sorry, that bad?” He asked and I chuckled. “No, no one has ever called me that before. It’s always just been Natalie, or sweetheart thanks to you. But I like it.” All of a sudden I heard a ships horn in the background. “Well that’s my queue to board.” I nodded and stopped on top of the hill looking down at the campsite. “Be safe, Bradley.” I said. “I’ll try. Wait for my first letter?” I nodded. “I’m excited to read it.” With that we said goodbye and hung up.

Two weeks later I checked the mail and walked back towards the house as I flipped through it all. It was mostly bills but I gasped as I saw the handwriting on the envelope. I immediately rushed inside and changed into something comfy and poured a glass of wine before sitting down to read the letter. He told me everything he’s been up to the last two weeks. How much flight time he’s getting, the amount of paperwork he has, how Hangman has been driving him crazy with his snoring and that Phoenix apparently keeps asking about me. In my response letter I admitted I missed him and not just our daily calls. I told him how my latest project was going. It was my biggest campsite yet and it was right on the base of the river. I asked what he would tell Phoenix, curious to know his answer myself. I sent off my letter the next day, anxious to get it to him as soon as possible.

I waited for his next letter, almost dying for it. Something about handwritten letters is so romantic and intimate. On the phone people can hear your conversation. But on paper, sometimes you put things you would never say out loud. I got home from a late night and checked the mailbox and was excited to see not one but two letters. I rushed in, showered and read Bradley's letter over dinner. I was entranced by it but one sentence stood out to me. I'd love if you'd be mine. I quickly stood, squealing and trying to not jump around my kitchen. I quickly grabbed a sheet of paper and started my reply when I remembered he sent a second one. I immediately grabbed it and ripped it open. But as I stared at the handwriting I knew it wasn’t his. The writing style was different, as were the words. I’ve seen the way you watch me. You love me but you won’t admit it. The world can’t keep us apart. One day soon, you and I will be together. There was no name, no initials, no address other than mine. I’ve had my share of obsessive people over the years but this letter set a bad feeling in my gut. I immediately grabbed my phone and dialed Levi’s number. “Hello?” His deep voice responded. “Levi. It’s Natalie.” I said as I stared at the letter. “Everything okay?” He asked. “Truthfully, I’m not sure.” I responded. “Do you remember Lieutenant Bradshaw from the party a month ago?” He hummed in response. “Well, he got deployed and we’re writing letters to each other. But I got another letter that put me on edge. There’s no name, no address, no identifiers of who sent it.” I explained. “What does it say?” He asked. “This guy thinks I’m in love with him. He says I watch him, the world can’t keep us apart and that we’ll be together soon.” I summarized. “Can you think of anyone that you may look at a lot?” I shook my head. “No.” I responded. “Okay, I am sending an agent to your house to collect the letter. Do you need someone to stay with you?” I shook my head. “No. As of right now I’ll be fine.” “And you have-” “My thirty-eight is in my bedside table, my nine millimeter is in the kitchen and my two-twenty three is in the hall closet.” He chuckled at my response. “Good. We will have the letter examined and if you change your mind, please call.” I nodded. “I will.”

After that phone call I was on alert. I triple checked the locks on my doors, made sure my alarm system was set and checked that I had plenty of bullets near my guns. I was looking at every man around me, especially those I work with. All of the guys were cool and nice and none stood out to me but I couldn’t help but think one of them sent me the letter. A few of them have been to my house so it wouldn’t be a far stretch to think one of them put it in my mailbox. As I was looking at the blueprints my phone rang. “Hello?” I asked. “Ms. Duvall?” I immediately recognized the voice. “Levi, hey.” “We looked for fingerprints and anything that could tell us who sent the letter, but we came up empty. Whoever sent it has gone to great lengths to make sure they couldn’t be found.” I nodded. “Okay. I haven’t gotten another one. You think maybe he gave up?” I asked. “Doubtful. We’ll try to do more digging. In the meantime, if you get anything else, make sure to tell us.” I nodded. “Will do, thanks Levi.” I sighed as I hung up. Fear creeping up my spine sent me spiraling and I walked over to Frank, my supervisor as he stood with some of the crew. “Natalie, everything okay?” He asked. “Can I talk to you? In private?” I asked and he nodded. “We’ll finish this conversation in a minute.” Frank was probably in his mid-fifties, and reminded me a lot of my dad. “I am so sorry for interrupting, but I need to go home.” I told him as we entered the trailer on the site that was his office. “Then go home. But what has got you so torn up? I’ve never seen you so rattled.” I sighed and fell back into a chair and he handed me a cold water. “I met someone at the awards ceremony my dad did last month. He’s in the Navy and we’re doing a long distance type thing. He got deployed, for a whole year. So we started writing letters to each other. Things were great until I got another letter but it wasn’t from him. It was from someone else and there is no way to identify who it was. It was creepy and this guy thinks I’m in love with him. He said that we’d be together soon and I have no idea what to do.” I told him. “Have you told secret service?” I nodded. “They took the letter to try and find out who sent it but it’s clear for fingerprints and any trace of where it came from.” He nodded and sat at his own desk, hands folded in front of his face.

“Is secret service staying at your house?” I shook my head. “No. I turned them down but slowly the paranoia is creeping in. This guy knows where I live, probably knows my schedule-” “Okay, take a deep breath.” I did as he said and he exhaled with me. “Now here’s what I want you to do. Go home. Do whatever you do to make yourself feel better. Make sure your alarm system is set and I will drop by on my way home this evening. I’ll call you when I pull in the driveway. Take all the time you need, Natalie. You can still consult this from home for the time being.” I nodded and stood. “Thanks Frank. I really appreciate it.” I said and with a few goodbyes I packed up my work bag and went home. When I got home I checked the mail before rushing inside and setting my alarm. I set the mail on the table and a letter slid out, I stared at it, frozen and scared before I finally picked it up. I was instantly relieved when I recognized Bradley’s handwriting. I set the letter back down as well as my bag before going into my room to shower and change into something more comfortable. Once I was done with that I filled a cup with ice water before sitting on my couch and turning on the tv and opening his letter. They had just docked in Djibouti, East Africa and he would get a chance for a phone call soon. It would be so nice to hear his voice, especially with everything going on. I wrote out a letter in response and stuck it in my purse to send out tomorrow when I went to the store.

Later that evening Frank dropped by. Him and his wife Annette live less than five minutes away and she was kind enough to send him over with some brownies which I indulged in after he left. That night when I laid down I triple checked my doors and windows and even shut and locked my bedroom door. As I laid down I stared at my ceiling for who knows how long before I finally drifted off to sleep. I was startled awake by my phone ringing, I immediately answered without looking at the number. “Hello?” I asked, sitting up in bed. “Bradley?” I asked when no one responded. “Hello Natalie.” I froze. The voice was obviously altered and I had no idea who this was. “Who are you?” I asked. I stood on my bed, peeking out the blinds to see if anyone was creeping around my house. “You know me, Natalie. We’ve known each other for so long.” I shook my head. “I obviously have no idea who you are. What do you want from me?” I asked. “Just you, Natalie. Only you.” Tears flooded my eyes as I turned my lamp on and grabbed a notepad, writing down what he’s saying. “I don’t love you. You’re nothing more than a creep who's obsessed with me.” I replied. “But you do, Natalie. The way you smile at me, I see it in your eyes. The way you laugh at things I say, it’s like music to me.” I felt bile rise in my throat. “I need you to understand that nothing will ever happen between us. I do not love you, so please leave me alone.” I asked, my head falling to my one free hand. “No. I will make you see that Lieutenant Bradshaw is not who you want. It’s me, always me.” “You can’t make me see anything. I am a grown woman who knows what she wants and it sure as hell ain’t you!” I snapped. “You’ll eventually see it’s not him either. Stop talking to Lieutenant Bradshaw! I will know if you have, trust me, Natalie. I’ll be watching.” As soon as the words left his mouth my doorbell rang. I dropped my phone and jumped from the bed, back against the far wall. “Goodbye, Natalie.” With that the call dropped.

I grabbed my thirty-eight from the drawer and made sure the magazine was in and one was in the chamber before slowly creeping towards my bedroom door. I unlocked it and slowly opened it. I could see the front door from my doorway, the window beside it showing no shadows to indicate someone was there. I slowly crept through the house, clearing every room and doorway I passed before I got to my front door. I looked out the peephole, and no one was there. That didn’t mean someone wasn’t hiding in the dark, waiting for me. I looked in the peephole again and saw something yellow on my porch. I swung the door open, gun up and ready and grabbed the envelope before slamming the door shut and locking it. I slid down the door until I was on the floor. I sat my gun next to me and opened the envelope, reaching in and what I pulled out shocked me. I got up and went over to my side table and turned on the lamp and I gasped when I saw it so clearly. Black and white pictures of me in my house, around my house, at work, out with friends, and with my parents. I rushed into my bedroom and grabbed my phone calling Levi. “He was at my house. He just dropped photos of me on my porch. Levi, this is every part of my life, he even has pictures of me with my parents.” I stammered. “I’m sending someone to come get you.” I nodded. “Thank you, Levi. I’ll pack a bag.” I immediately got into my closet for a duffle bag. “How long until someone is here?” I asked. “Ten minutes.” I nodded. “Can you stay on the phone with me until someone gets here?” I really didn’t wanna be off the phone in case this nutcase came back. “Of course.” Levi talked to me as I packed until there was a knock on my door. “It’s just Agent Dobbs.” I nodded and looked out the peephole before opening the door. “Ms. Duvall.” He nodded. “Agent Dobbs.” He introduced himself. “Come in. I just have to grab a few more things and then we can leave.” He nodded and came in as I tossed a few more things into the bag. “I’m leaving now, Levi. Thank you so much.” I said. “You’re welcome. I’ll be here when you land.” I nodded as I shut and locked my front door. With that I hung up.

The flight to D.C. wasn’t long, as usual and I was relieved to see Levi when I stepped off the jet. “Thank you so much for answering my call.” He smiled and nodded at me. “That’s my job. Come on, let’s get you home so maybe you can get some sleep.” I nodded and he took my bag before leading me to an SUV and opening the door. I wracked my brain the entire drive to The White House to think of who this person was and I was coming up empty. By the time we arrived home it was three a.m. and Levi led me to the residential wing where my parents were both awake in the family room. “Oh thank god!” My mother said as she rushed over, pulling me into a hug. “Are you okay?” She asked as she pulled away, hands resting on my cheeks. “He was at my house, mom.” Tears fell as she pulled me into her again. I was pulled from her and into my dad who was still in his pajamas just like my mom. “I promise, we will find whoever is doing this.” He said and I cried. After a few minutes and some hot tea my dad suggested I get some sleep. I could talk to agents in the morning. Levi led me to the usual room I stay in and set my bag in the floor next to the dresser. “I will be back in the morning. Agents Harrod, Smith, and Lyles will be on the floor tonight.” I nodded. “Thank you again, Levi. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.” He smiled and nodded at me. “Like I said, it’s my job. Goodnight.” He walked out and I sat on the chaise at the end of the bed and everything hit me. I cried and cried. I had to leave my job, my friends, my home. I was startled when my phone rang. I looked at it to find an unknown number. I immediately jumped up and rushed over to the door, flinging it open. I looked to the right then left. “Lyles.” The blonde woman turned to me and immediately made her way over. “I think he’s calling me again.”

She nodded and pulled out her own phone to record the conversation. “Answer it.” I immediately answered it. “Hello?” I asked shakily. “I can’t tell you how good it is to hear your voice, Sweetheart.” I blushed but was so relieved to hear Bradley’s voice. I sighed and looked at the agent. “False alarm.” She nodded and gave me a small smile before I went back into my bedroom. “It’s so good to hear yours too.” I said as I leaned against the door. “So what’s a false alarm?” He asked and I walked over, flopping onto my back on the bed. “Nothing.” I said. “No, it’s something.” I sighed. “I will tell you, after you update me on what’s going on in your life.” I negotiated. “Okay, I can do that. I think the best thing so far is this phone call.” I smiled. “Something better has had to have happened.” I said and he laughed. “I’m on a deployment. Trust me, this is the best. But I have had some intense training that has improved my flight ability.” I smiled, happy to hear this. “Oh really? Seen anything cool while on deployment?” I wanted to keep him talking. “There’s a lot of different marine life here. We’ve seen a whale shark but a lot of manta rays.” I listened to him carry on about everything and I was content to listen. “So I wanted to ask and I know it seems forward…” He trailed off. “Yes?” I encouraged him to go on. “I know we’ve only met the one time, but between the letters and the phone calls I feel like I know you so well. I was wondering if we could, I don’t know, make this an official thing?” Him being hesitant was so cute, and I had to fight myself from squealing at his question. “Before I give you an answer, you need to know something.” Fear squeezed me, thinking he’d run and maybe that would be for the best.

“Okay. What is it?” He asked. “Ever since we started writing letters to each other, someone found out.” I started, leaning over and resting my elbows on my knees. “With your second letter, I had an additional one and I thought maybe it was from you. But it wasn’t. Some psycho had dropped it in my mailbox. He wrote how I was in love with him and won’t admit it and all this creepy stuff.” I admitted. “This guy knew where you lived?” He asked and I nodded. “Yeah. I called Levi, the head of what would be my portion of secret service and he sent someone to grab the letter and it was sent off to forensics to look for things like fingerprints and it came up empty.” “Empty? They got nothing?” I shook my head. “No. This guy is smart. I kind of spiraled at work today when they told me and my boss let me go home early and I did. Your latest letter was in the mail so I read it and wrote out my reply before I went to bed. My phone rang and I thought it was you so I answered. But it was him.” I picked at my fingernails, nervous for his response. “What else?” His voice was stern, an underlying tone of anger. “He tried to tell me I was in love with him and I wanted him and we argued back and forth for a minute before-before…” I took a deep breath. “Deep breath, sweetheart. Tell me.” His voice was now calm, helping to calm me down. “He told me to stop talking to you, and he’d know if I didn’t stop. Then my doorbell rang.” I heard rustling on the other side of the line, I imagine he stood from wherever he was sitting. “He was at your house?” I nodded. “He dropped off an envelope of black and white pictures of me. At my job, at home, even with my parents.” I fought back the fear in my voice. “Where are you?” He asked quickly. “I’m at The White House. I panicked when he dropped off the pictures and I called Levi to send someone to pick me up. I’m here for my safety and who knows how long that will last.” He sighed and I could tell it was one of relief. “That makes me feel a lot better. At least there I know you’re safe.” I smiled. Knowing he was worried about me made me feel comforted, almost. “So, your answer to my question?” He asked and my eyebrows shot up. “Yo-you still want to be with me?” I asked and he chuckled. “Of course, sweetheart. Some psycho isn’t gonna keep me away from you.” I took a few deep breaths, tossing myself back on the bed. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d love that.” I answered.

I spoke with secret service the next day and they opened up an investigation. They searched for months and months with nothing. He kept calling me and we tried tracing it with no luck. Finally I was forced to change my number and I wrote Bradley a letter telling him what it was but his letters suddenly stopped. I continued to write for a while but I never got a response. My dad said they probably went dark and he couldn’t tell me if they did. I hoped that’s what it was. Before I knew it a year had gone by and it was officially Christmas. Bradley had to be back from his deployment and he never answered my calls whenever I tried. I was so hurt and I cried and cried to my mom like I was in high school again. The entire year I’ve had to stay with my parents which was nice for a while but I wanted to go back to my own home, my job which I basically had to quit because it got to the point I couldn’t work without being there myself anymore. “It will be fun. Maybe a little Christmas cheer is what you need.” Mom said as I sat behind her and my dad in the SUV. I’ve been kept out of the public eye for over a year now, this will be the first time I’m going to an event.

We came to San Diego for Christmas to see my aunts and uncles and North Island Naval Base offered to have a ceremony for my dad on base. “I don’t know how I can be cheerful when we’re going to a Naval base.” I snarked and she reached back, hand running through my hair. “I know, sweetie. We won’t be here but a few hours and then we’ll go to your uncle Nate’s house.” I nodded, wiping away a tear that tried to escape. As we arrived we piled out and made our way inside. “Mr. President, sir. Welcome to North Island Naval Base.” The higher ups stopped and saluted my father. “Vice Admiral Simpson. Good to be here.” Dad said as he shook the tall man's hand. “My wife Kimberly,” Dad introduced mom before he turned to me. “And our daughter Natalie.” I shook his hand firmly and he nodded at me. “Pleasure to meet you.” He said and I gave him a small smile. “Likewise.” He led us down a hallway and opened a door to a hangar. Jets lined the runway outside and naval officers stood in front of them at a salute. Admiral Simpson gave a few words before my father gave a short speech. I looked at every officer who stood in front of us and a man with blonde hair caught my attention. I stared at him for a moment before it clicked. Hangman. He was part of Bradley’s squad. I looked down the line until I spotted Phoenix and right next to her was Bradley. My mouth dropped open as I stared at him. He remained at attention and his face stoic. I half wondered if he even saw me but there was no way he didn’t. Once my dad was finished Bradley and everyone else in line with him turned and climbed into their jets. I watched as they took off one by one and performed a small air show. Once they landed my dad greeted them individually as mom and I were led inside to a rec room with waters and snacks.

“I’m gonna run to the restroom, sweetie. I’ll be right back.” I nodded. “Okay mom.” I replied, looking out the window as I took a sip of my water. The door opened and I laughed. “What could you have forgotten-” I stopped as I turned around. Bradley stood before me, donned in his flight suit and covered in sweat, smelling of jet fuel. “What do you want?” I asked. “What do I want?” He asked. “I want to know why you just stopped contacting me.” My brows shot up. “You want to know why I wasn’t contacting you? I sent dozens of letters, a few telling you my number changed. You never reached out to me!” He looked at me confused. “That night I called you after you were taken to The White House, I never heard from you again! No letters! No phone call!” I furrowed my brows. “That’s impossible. My response to your letter was sent out the next morning! There’s no way all of my letters after that one were lost.” I said and it was like the tension eased. “Do you think, maybe this psycho had a way to get between our letters?” He asked and I shrugged. “And our phone calls. No. He’d have to be a part of the Navy or… the secret service…” I trailed off and rushed past him to open the door. I was going to call Levi in when I saw him and my parents walking towards the room. “Everything okay?” Dad asked as he rushed over, seeing the concern on his face. “Yeah, I’m fine-” “Hey! What are you doing in here?” Levi asked, shoving through the doorway. “Levi!” Dad and I both yelled. “I let him in, Levi. It’s okay.” Dad said. “We were talking. We think whoever is my stalker, is either a part of the Navy… or the secret service.” Levi and my parents raised their brows. “What makes you think that?” Mom asked. “It’s the only way this person could block our letters and calls.” They nodded. “Levi, open an investigation into every single person who works within The White House or with Natalie.” He nodded. “Yes, Mr. President.” He said and walked out.

“So?” My dad asked. “Are you two good?” He motioned between Bradley and I. I looked to Bradley and back to my parents. “Can you give us five more minutes?” Mom nodded. “Hell I’ll give you twenty-four hours if it means y’all get this sorted.” Dad said, making Bradley and I laugh lightly. “I’m so sorry, Bradley.” I said and he raised a brow at me. “For snapping at you and assuming this was your fault.” He sighed. “I’m sorry too.” He said and he gave me a small smile. “You look… so beautiful.” He paused and I smiled at him. “Thanks. I like the dirty look on you. Makes you look more handsome, as if that was possible.” He smiled at me and we stared at each other for a moment. After what felt like hours, he finally lunged for me and I threw my arms around his neck, pulling my body flush against his as our lips collided. I completely forgot what kissing him felt like. It was warm, comforting and it made me feel like a fire was racing through my body. Bradley dropped his helmet and wrapped an arm under my thigh, prompting me to jump and wrap my legs around his waist. I moaned as he backed me up against the wall, pressing me against it as my hands went into his hair. “Ms. Duvall-” I immediately pulled away at the sound of Levi’s voice. My face burned as I looked at him and he stood there in shock. “I apologize, Levi. That was not appropriate.” I said as Bradley backed away, giving me some space. “I just came to let you know that Mr. President says it is time for us to go.” He said and I nodded and my father walked in. “Bradley. How would you like to join us at our hotel for dinner tonight?” My father asked.

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I’d love that, sir.” He said and I smiled at him. “Black tie, son. We’ll see you at seven.” Dad said and ushered me to follow him. Dad and Levi turned their backs and quickly turned and kissed Bradley before following after them. As we got in the SUV I looked at my dad. “Did you plan this?” I asked and he chuckled, turning to look at me. “I wish I could say yes. But the truth is I had no idea he was here but as soon as I realized he was I sent him in there with you.” I smiled at my dad. “Have I told you I love you recently?” I asked and he laughed. “When we got in separate cars earlier.” He said and I laughed. When we got back to the hotel I showered and took a nap. When I got up I did my hair and makeup and slid into the form fitting navy blue dress as well as the nude heels. “Natalie!” Mom’s voice came through the adjoining door. “Are you ready?” She asked. “Yeah!” I yelled before walking out of my room and into the hallway. “You look beautiful, sweetie.” Mom said and I gave her a spin. She had on an elegant black dress of her own. “Thanks, mom.” My parents and I made our way to the elevator, service blocking anyone on any other floor from stopping it. Once we made it to the ground floor we walked towards the other side of the hotel to get to the restaurant. The entire restaurant was empty for us, as is protocol but a voice caught my attention. “Come on, man. I was asked to be here.” I peeked around and saw Bradley talking with the guy at the host stand. “Sure you were. And I was invited to tea by the queen.” I scoffed and walked over. “Bradley.” He looked up at me and he took my breath away. “Wow.” He whispered. “Hi.” I responded. “He's with us.” The host nodded and let Bradley by. He immediately took my hand and linked our arms.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw.” Bradley immediately dropped my arm and saluted him. “Mr. President, sir.” Dad immediately shook his hand before we all sat down. “Thank you for the invite. I was really happy to join you.” Mom smiled at him. “Well I knew when we saw you on base that couldn't be the only time you two got to see each other.” My hands flew to cover my eyes. “Oh my god, mom.” Everyone laughed and Bradley carefully rested his hand on my leg. “Well I'm starving.” Dad said just as our waitress came to the table. Dinner was calm and it was nice to be in a space where Bradley could get to know my parents without the pressure. Once we were done my parents went back to their room and Bradley and I stayed in the restaurant for dessert. “Chocolate cake for you, sir.” The waitress said as she sat the cake in front of Bradley. “And tiramisu for you ma'am.” I was so excited for this dessert. “What even is tiramisu?” Bradley asked. “It's an Italian dessert with espresso in it.” He raised a brow in interest. “Wanna try a bite?” I asked and he nodded.

I scooped some on my spoon and let him have a bite. Once he swallowed he smiled at me. “That's really good.” I couldn't help but smile back. “I guess I owe you a bit of mine.” I laughed. “I am a sucker for chocolate cake.” He held the spoonful of chocolate cake and vanilla bean ice cream to me and as soon as I went to take a bite, half of it fell off the spoon and hit my chin and Bradley caught it before it hit my lap. We both fought to keep from laughing too hard and I wiped my chin with the napkin. “I'm sorry.” He laughed out which made me laugh harder. “Don't be.” I replied. After we calmed down and ate our dessert we were just sitting in the restaurant, our fingers intertwined and my head on his shoulder. “Go out with me tomorrow?” He asked and I smiled. “Where to?” I asked. “The Hard Deck. It's a bar my team and I go to. Nothing crazy, a few drinks, some pool… there's a piano I can play.” I smiled, remembering how he played the piano in The White House. I lifted my head a turned to Levi who was watching us. “Levi.” He walked over. “I'm going out with Bradley tomorrow. A bar called The Hard Deck. Can we keep it low profile?” He pursed his lips before nodding. “I'll arrange it.” He said before taking a few steps back. “He does not seem to like me.” Bradley said, looking back at Levi. “It's not you. He's been on edge the last year with everything going on.” He hummed and my eyes started drifting closed. “Let's get you back to your room.” Bradley said and my eyes flew open. “I'm not tired.” I said and he chuckled. “Come on. I'll walk you to your room if that's okay.” I nodded and he stood, holding out his hand to take. I did and he pulled me to my feet and flush into his side. He slowly walked me towards the elevator, holding me close. “I can't believe we missed out on a whole year of this.” I said as we walked through the hotel lobby. “Well it wasn't completely due to the psycho. I was gone until a month ago.” He pointed out. “True. I'm glad you made it back safe.” I told him as we got into the elevator.

“Can I kiss you again?” He asked and I laughed. “Just stop asking and do it.” I told him. He pulled me into his chest, his lips meeting mine and I melted into him. His one hand on my waist, the other on my cheek made me feel safe and I didn’t want to let go. He leaned against the wall, my hands falling to rest on his chest. “I wish you didn’t have to leave.” I said and he chuckled. “I know. But I’ve got permission to be off base just until midnight.” I slightly pouted before straightening up as the door opened. Bradley walked me out and I led him towards my door which Levi stood next to. “Text me when you get home?” I asked and he nodded. “I will, sweetheart. Get some sleep, I'll see you tomorrow.” I nodded and leaned up, kissing him one more time before I went into my room and Bradley stood there until the door was shut. Once it was I leaned against it, taking a deep breath. This man has completely swept me off my feet, I can’t believe he even exists.

I got out of this dress and hopped in the shower, washing off all my makeup and the hairspray out of my hair. Once I was out I put my hair up in a towel and brushed my teeth. I jumped when there was a knock on my door and I spit out my toothpaste. I walked over to the door and looked out the peephole. I unlocked the door and swung it open to Levi who had a concerned look on his face. “Everything okay?” I asked. “Yeah, can I come in?” I nodded, opening the door wider. He walked in and I grabbed my lotion, sitting on my bed as he stood in front of the tv in the room. “So what’s going on?” I asked as I put some lotion on my hands. “I think you should reconsider going out tomorrow.” I raised a brow at him. “Reconsider? Has something happened?” I asked and he shook his head. “No. But I just worry. This guy said he’d know if you continued talking to Lieutenant Bradshaw. I just feel like he’s gonna know if you’re out with him.” I nodded, he did have a point. “Honestly. It’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Levi looked at me, shocked. “Natalie. You have to consider how dangerous this is.” I nodded. “I have. I have lived a year of my life in the shadows. Hiding away from my friends and the rest of my family because of this guy. I’m done, Levi. I’m going whether you or any other agents are going or not.” I told him. “I will be there. Don’t worry.” I nodded. “Thanks, Levi.” I stood and went to the door, opening it. “Goodnight.” I said and he nodded. “Goodnight, Natalie.” I didn’t pay any mind to him calling me by my first name. I’m surprised he hadn’t done it sooner, honestly. Once he was out I went and laid in my bed. As soon as I did, my phone lit up with a text from Bradley. ‘I made it, Sweetheart. Get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow night.’ I smiled and responded with my own goodnight before drifting off.

The next day was busy between being with my family and dodging the media with my parents, I felt exhausted and it didn’t look like I’d have time to nap before meeting Bradley. Levi took me back to the hotel and I changed into some black platform boots, bell bottom jeans, white shirt and a flannel jacket. “Ready?” Levi asked as I walked back out in the hallway. “Yep! Let’s go.” He followed me downstairs and opened the back door for me. “Is it just you taking me?” I asked as he got in the driver's seat. “Yeah. Easier to keep it low profile.” He said and smiled at me in the rear view mirror. “Thank you, Levi.” He pulled off out of the parking lot and onto the road. “I am so excited. Screw this creep! You know?” I said as I pulled out my lipstick to touch it up. “I’m so done being scared of him. I haven’t even heard anything in eight months! Stalker my ass.” I saw The Hard Deck coming up and excitement grew in me. I grabbed my purse and as I looked up I saw the bar fly by my window. “Uh, Levi? You passed it.” I said and he ignored me. “Levi.” I said sternly and slid forward to try and look at him. “You were told to stop seeing him.” I furrowed my brows. “And I told you I wasn’t listening to this freak anymore.” “I’M NOT A FREAK!” My eyes went wide as he slammed his hands on the steering wheel. “My god. How did I not realize it?!” “I’m not a psycho either! I just-I just love you!” My hands flew into my hair as I gripped it. “Jesus Christ, Levi! You thought pretending to be a stalker and threatening me was the way to go?! It doesn’t change anything! I don’t love you!” I yelled back. “Levi. You’re great, and you will find someone who loves you but it’s not me.” I told him. “No. You do, you just refuse to acknowledge it! But you’ll see. I promise.” He rolled up the partition between us and I swore my heart was gonna beat out of my chest. “No. Levi! LEVI!” Smoke filled the space in the back of the SUV and I yanked on the door handle but of course it wouldn’t open. I banged on the windows just as I started to get drowsy. I can’t give in. I couldn’t. But it was too much and I blacked out.

My eyes slowly drifted open the lamp in the room lighting it up. I yawned as I woke, stretching my arms above my head and I was startled awake when I heard metal rattling. I sat up, looking down at my leg to see a shackle on my right ankle. I yanked on it as everything flooded back. I jumped off the bed and stood in front of the full length mirror in the room. A black floor length slip dress hung on my body, a slit on the thigh. I huffed and walked to the door in the room, banging on it. “LEVI!”I screamed. “OPEN THE DOOR YOU FUCKER!” Suddenly the door opened and there stood Levi in khaki’s and a blue button down. “Woah, everything okay?” He asked. “Okay? YOU’RE ASKING IF I’M OKAY?! YOU KIDNAPPED ME-AH!” He gripped me by my hair and pulled my head back. “Please. Don’t yell at me. I don’t handle it well.” With that he let me go and I stumbled. “Look. I just need you to see how great this could be, baby.” He turned to me and grabbed my hands. Everything in me screamed to jerk away but I was scared. “Where are we?” I asked and he smiled. “We’re still in San Diego. Don’t worry.” I furrowed my brows. “Wouldn’t it have been smarter to take me out of the country? At the very least, the state?” I asked, trying to pick his brain. “Why would I do that? Baby San Diego is your home. We-we can start our life together here.” He looked me in my eyes and all I could see was the pure crazy in his. “Oh.” He sighed, head hanging. “Shit. I’m sorry. I should’ve known you didn’t want to live here. Maine is your home. I should’ve gotten a house there.” I shook my head. “No. No Levi it’s not that. Why?” I asked and he laughed. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you.” He said. “In fact. I’m not going to this time. Come on, our dinner is ready.” He leaned down, unshackling the chain on my leg.

“Now let’s get downstairs. I have a steak dinner waiting for us.” He gripped my arms tightly and led me downstairs into the dining room of the house we were in. “Sit.” He pulled out my chair and I sat before he tied my ankles to the legs and my wrists to the arms. “Wait here.” He said and excitedly ran off towards the kitchen. I looked around the room, taking in how nice, yet simple everything was. I looked over and saw Levi happily putting steak, asparagus and mashed potatoes on a plate. It made me nauseous. “Okay. I cooked your steak just the way you like.” He set my plate in front of me and another plate next to me. “Let me get your wine.” I stared at my plate as he came back and sat a glass of white wine in front of me. “Rielsing. I know it’s your favorite.” He took my fork and picked up some of the steak, holding it up to my mouth. “Come on. I know you’re hungry.” He said and I turned my head away like a child. “Actually I’m nauseous.” I said and he glared at me. “That’s just something you’re saying to keep from eating my food.” I shook my head. “No. Levi, I’m scared. Terrified even. I thought I could trust you but now I don’t think I can. I can’t eat.” I admitted. “You just have to learn. To see how much I love you, Natalie.” I shook my head. “Levi. Let me go home.” I cried and he grew angry. “NO! YOU’RE JUST GONNA RUN TO HIM!” I shook my head. “No! I won’t, I swear! Just let me go back to my parents. Please, Levi!” I shook the chair as tears streamed down my face. “No! And I think you need to sit here and learn that you’re just going to have to accept my love.” With that he walked away. “Levi! LEVI!”

I don’t know how long I sat there. A few hours at the least when he finally came back in, gray sweatpants on and no shirt. “Hey baby.” He brushed his fingers through my hair and kissed my head. “Hungry?” He asked when he sat down. “Yeah.” I muttered and he smiled, lifting the plate from in front of me to heat up the food before he sat back down. “Here. You’ll love it.” Once I was done eating he took me back upstairs and shackled me back up after I put on some sleep shorts. “I don’t quite trust you to not do anything stupid, so you’ll stay shackled for tonight. The window is bullet proof and doesn’t open and this door will be locked. “What if I have to go to the bathroom?” I asked. “Your chain reaches the bathroom just fine. I made sure of it.” I looked at him in disbelief. “To respect your boundaries I won’t be sleeping in here but I’m right across the hall so just yell if you need me. Goodnight, baby.” He blew me a kiss and shut the door and I heard it lock. What the hell am I gonna do?

~~~

“Give it up, Bradshaw. She obviously stood you up.” Jake teased and Ishook my head. “No, she wouldn’t do that.” I responded, checking my phone one more time for a text from her. “Rooster man. It’s the president’s daughter.” Coyote said and I shook my head. “You guys don’t understand!” I snapped. “She would not stand me up.” I said before walking outside and calling her. “Hey, this is Natalie. Leave a message at the tone and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Bye!” Her voice was cheery and it made him worry more. “Nattie. I need you to call me back. I’m really worried. I don’t care if you decided you don’t wanna be with me, just let me know you’re okay.” I begged and hung up. I stood there for a minute, the cool December night air before deciding I wasn’t going to wait. I jumped in the bronco and sped off for the hotel. Once I was there I calmly walked in and towards the elevators. I was completely nonchalant as I stepped into the elevators and rode it up to the twenty first floor. Once there I stepped out and was immediately approached by an agent. “You can’t be up here.” He said and I shook my head. “I just need to talk to Natalie.” I said and he put his hand on my shoulder. “She’s not here. You need to leave.” If she wasn’t here, where the hell was she? “MR. PRESIDENT!” I yelled and tried to push past the agent but was immediately grabbed and another agent came out from a room. “LET ME GO! SOMETHING’S WRONG!” I yelled and was grabbed by the other agent just as a familiar head poked out of the room. “Bradley?” Kimberly Duvall was staring me in my face and as soon as she saw me she ran over. “Stop! Let him go!” The agents didn’t let up until a familiar voice boomed. “She said stop!” Hank Duvall followed closely behind his wife. I was immediately released and stood straight. “Bradley? Where’s Natalie?” Kimberly asked. “That’s what I came to find out. She never showed up at the bar and won’t answer her phone.”

“I’ll try her.” Kimberly said and walked away, dialing her daughter. “When was she supposed to meet you?” Hank asked. “An hour and a half ago. I thought maybe she stood me up, but it’s not sitting right with me.” I told him. “Her phone is off.” Kimberly said. “She never turns her phone off.” Fear gripped her and I could see it. “Could it just be dead?” I asked and Hank shook his head. “No. She had it plugged up at my brother's house most of the day and I watched her unplug it after she said goodbye to everyone. As she left with Levi.” The couple stared at each other before Hank turned to another agent. “Get me Levi. Now!” He yelled and the agent nodded and stepped down the hallway on his cell phone. “Bradley, come on.” Kimberly took my arm and led me into their suite. “Want some water?” She asked and I nodded as I sat on a bar stool at the counter across from the kitchen. “What are you thinking?” She asked me. “I’m worried. So worried.” I said, head falling into my hands. I felt a hand on my back and looked up to Kimberly. “We’ll find her, okay?” She asked and I nodded.

“Okay.” Suddenly an agent and Hank walked in. “Levi’s number is disconnected and police found the government SUV in an empty lot on the other side of town.” I huffed, standing. “Oh god. Levi took her?” Kimberly asked and Hank nodded. “It seems like that.” I shook my head. “I should’ve known. I knew he didn’t like me but she said he was just stressed after you guys found out she had a stalker.” Kimberly furrowed her brows. “How long ago did y’all lose touch?” She asked me. “Over a year ago.” She looked to Hank. “Levi made her change her number about eight months ago.” Hank nodded. “Levi has clung to her ever since then.” “Did anyone investigate him?” Kimberly asked and Hank shook his head. “Levi has been conducting the investigations. Of course he wouldn’t look into himself.” Kimberly ran her hands through her hair. “We put our daughter right into the hands of her stalker.” The stress in her voice clear. “So what are we going to do?” I asked them. “We’re launching a full nationwide investigation but they couldn’t have gotten too far but he could be halfway to Arizona.” Hank said. “Or they’ve already crossed the Mexican border.” Kimberly suggested and Hank shook his head. “Natalie wouldn’t allow it. She’d raise hell at the border and she doesn't have her passport. He’s still within the country and we’re going to find her.”

~~~

I had woken up an hour ago and had been sitting up in bed since. I tried to walk over to look out the windows but the chain didn’t reach. As I sat here I couldn't help but contemplate a way out. I couldn’t just start going along with it, he’d be suspicious. So I had to slowly ‘give in’. I heard the doorknob rattling and my head turned towards the door. “Good morning, baby.” I gave him a small smile. “Good morning.” I responded and he gave me a wide smile. He walked over and sat on the bed, looking at me. “I made breakfast. Waffles, eggs, sausage and there’s plenty of coffee. I’ll make it just the way you want.” He said and I nodded after a moment. “Okay.” He patted my leg and stood. “Let’s get you fed and then you can help me decorate the Christmas tree.” He unchained my foot and I took his outstretched hands as he hauled me off the bed. He led me downstairs and tied me to the kitchen chair again. I let him feed me with no fight and after he took me upstairs to shower and get dressed for the day. He laid out jeans and a red top for me which I changed into and then he led me downstairs. I stopped dead in my tracks as I looked around the living room and everything came rushing back. It was the only room that wasn’t changed. The front window was the one I’d wait in front of whenever my dad came home. The fireplace I used to lay in front of in the winter while mom read a book to me. I turned to my left, seeing the light blue nail polish I spilled when I was eleven and it was stuck into the carpet.

“Oh my god.” I gasped out. “I figured this would be the room you’d recognize. I know it was your favorite room in the house.” Levi said as his hands moved from my arms to my waist. “Come on, sit.” He led me over to the couch, which I had a visceral reaction to as it was the exact same floral couch we had when I was growing up. I was so distracted I didn’t even notice him until he clasped the chain around my ankle. I looked down at it as he stood. “I have all the ornaments set out.” I looked over to the tree and saw a tall organizer set out. “I know you love decorating for Christmas. So let me get you a fresh cup of coffee and then we can turn on The Santa Claus, I know it’s your favorite, and let’s see who can hang the most ornaments!” He said excitedly before going into the kitchen. How can he act like this is normal? He has to know it’s not. “Here you go!” He rushed over and handed me the coffee in a vintage santa mug, exactly like my grandmother had. “How did you find this?” I asked as I stood. “I came across them in a thrift store. A whole set of four and I knew I couldn’t pass them up if you were going to live with me.” He said as he grabbed the remote and turned on the tv above the fireplace.

“Come on. Let’s get this tree decorated, it is Christmas eve after all.” I was shocked. “Christmas eve?” I asked as I grabbed an ornament. “Yeah. I can’t wait to spend our first Christmas together. You’ll love the gifts I got you!” I stopped after I hung the one and put my hands on my hips and took a deep breath as tears sprung forward. “Natalie?” He asked and I waved him off. “What’s wrong?” I scoffed. “What’s wrong? How can you think any of this is okay?!” I asked. “Nattie, baby-” “Do not ever call me that!” I snapped. Bradley was the first and only person till now to call me Nattie and I wanted it to stay that way. “Oh I get it, this is about Bradshaw.” I groaned. “This is about the fact that you literally kidnapped me and took me away from my family! Forget Bradley! I want my mom, I want my dad! I want to be with them! You literally knocked me out in the backseat and took me here against my will! WHY ARE YOU ACTING SO FUCKING NORMAL?!” I screamed. “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” “THIS ISN’T LOVE LEVI! IT’S STALKING, IT’S AN UNHEALTHY OBSESSION!” He lunged forward and gripped my chin and I gasped. “You will not yell at me. Do you understand?” I glared at him before I finally gave in. “Okay.” I said and he gently shoved me away. “Help me decorate the tree.” It was an order and one I followed. I didn’t push it anymore today and he put me in my room around eleven after we sat on the couch and watched Home Alone. I stood in the room, looking around. I could imagine the pink princess bed from when I was a little girl, the band posters from when I was a teenager. Now it was so dull and basic but I’m sure the master bedroom is decorated to my taste. He anticipates I’ll join him eventually.

As I looked around I noticed the house next door had a light on in the room directly across from me. I stared for a minute and saw an old woman with white hair walk into the room and shuffled towards her bed. “Oh my god, Mrs. O’Hara.” I couldn’t believe she still lived in that house. I started waving my arms, attempting to get her attention. I wanted to jump but I was worried Levi would hear so I opted for standing close to the window and waving like a lunatic. I waved and waved and waved and I thought I saw her look at me when she went to the other side of the bed. I tried to see if I could see her out of the other window but I only had one. I stood there until I saw her again and I waved my arms and suddenly she just looked at me, waved and walked out of her bedroom, cutting the lights off. I sighed and sat down on the bed, tears streaming down my face. I can’t stay here. I was going to earn his trust and get out but eventually he’ll get tired of trying and he’ll know if I flip like a switch. I went into the bathroom, looking around for something, anything to help me and finally I came across a handful of bobby pins. Am I really about to copy something off cartoons and tv shows? Yes. Yes, I am. I immediately sat on the floor and stuck the bobby pins in the lock. I worked for probably half an hour before I heard a click. “No way. No fucking way.” I jumped up and the shackle stayed as I stepped away. I made a dash for the door and started on it. It was a little easier and soon I had it unlocked. I took a deep breath and leaned my head against the door. After a moment I stood, turned off all the lights and grabbed the handle.

I opened the door enough to slip out, knowing if I opened it more it’d creak. I stepped clean across the hallway to avoid the squeaky floor boards before slowly closing the door back and making my way down the hallway. I went down the stairs skipping every creaky or loud spot on my way down. I saw an orange glow in the living room and I peaked my head around the corner and saw the Christmas lights and the fireplace was on. Oh my god. He’s awake and up. He wasn’t on the couch but I knew Levi wouldn’t leave the fireplace or tree lights on overnight. I looked to my right and didn’t see the kitchen light on so he must be in the downstairs bathroom which was right behind me. I rushed to the front door, unlocked all three locks and flung the door open. I sprinted out and as soon as I hit the last step someone grabbed my hair and pulled me backwards. “NO! LET ME GO!” I screamed as I held my hair in hopes to ease the pain. “HELP ME!” I screamed just as he dragged me inside and slammed the door. My face bounced off the floor as Levi threw me to the ground. “Why would you do that?!” He yelled. “Because I don’t want to be here!” I said as I turned to face them and as I did his foot connected with my head.

I laid on the floor as my head spun. “Levi.” I said sternly. “Let. Me. Go.” I said as my vision cleared and I sat up. “You will not leave me. I WON’T ALLOW IT!” I jumped up, spearing him and pushing until he hit the door. I reared my fist back, nailing him in the face twice before he gripped my hair again and something cold was placed under my chin. “Yeah. Not so bold with a gun to your throat, huh?” Fear gripped me and my brain was racing when suddenly the door behind him was kicked open and we both were sent backwards, him on top of me. The gun slid past me and I quickly crawled over and grabbed it. He ran for me just as I stood and I turned, my foot coming up and connecting with his face and knocking him down just as I aimed and pulled the trigger.

~~~

I sat on the couch next to Kimberly, Hank working with multiple agents to figure out where Natalie was taken. It had been over twenty four hours and we all knew her odds of surviving were getting slimmer by the minute. Levi’s obsession was the only thing keeping her alive and if he gets over it or she breaks his fantasy, that’s it. “Mr. President. We have a potential lead.” An agent said as we all jumped to our feet. “She’s on the line.” Hank pressed the line number and spoke. “You’re speaking with President Duvall.” “Hank! I’d love to chat but I heard about poor Natalie and I think there’s someone that looks just like her in the house next door.” We all furrowed our brows. “Mrs. O’Hara?” Kimberly asked. “Yes! In your old house, in her old room to be more exact. She was waving like a mad woman.” “Mrs. O’Hara, has anyone bought the house recently?” Hank asked. “A very kind young man bought it a little over a year ago.” “What does he look like?” I asked. “He’s very tall, at least six four, dark blonde hair, always styled nicely and anytime he’s here he’s always in a black suit and he drives a black SUV.” She said, “That’s Levi.” An agent said. “Yes! Levi! That’s his name. Do you know him?” Hank sighed. “Mrs. O’Hara do not let anyone, even Natalie, know that you know she’s there. Stay put and someone is on their way.” He said. “Oh it is her.” She said dejectedly. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep an eye on the situation but stay out of the way.” We all nodded. “Thank you, Mrs. O’Hara.” With that the call ended. “Okay, we need to get over to the house.” Hank said and agents stopped him. “We need to get a team together. We need to have a plan. We can’t just burst in there.” One agent said. “That is my daughter.” Hank growled. “I know, sir. I would do the same for my daughter. But it does us no good if you are also captured or killed.” He reasoned and he had a point. “Okay. I’ll let you assemble a team and a plan but you have four hours or else I’m going myself.” He threatened.

All agents nodded before walking out of the suite. “Kim. In ten minutes I need you to go out and ask for an escort down to the restaurant. You’re going to get food for the three of us.” He said and she nodded. “Bradley.” “Yes, sir.” “I am going to ask another agent to come with me on a walk. Need to clear my mind and all that. You are going to pull your car up to the door. Be ready because when I jump in we need to go.” I inhaled deeply. “Yes, sir.” I said. “We’re getting her back, today.” I nodded and we waited for Kimberly to leave first and Hank and I walked out together. “Ben. Come walk with me. I just need some fresh air.” He nodded. “Yes, sir.” They waited for the elevator and I took the stairs, all sixteen floors. I rushed down and out to my car, pulling it under the awning, waiting. But I didn’t wait long as Hank sprinted out and jumped in my bronco and I hit the gas speeding off as the agent behind us fired a few shots. “If that hit your truck, I’ll pay for it.” I nodded. “It doesn’t matter if we get her back safe.” He nodded and I continued down the road. “I’ll give you directions towards the house.” I followed every direction he gave me. “Turn off your lights and pull into this driveway.” I did as he said and cut the bronco off, putting it in park as I rolled into place. We slowly climbed out, making our way onto the porch. “Help me.” He said. “I WON’T ALLOW IT!” I recognized Levi’s voice and I nodded to him and we both lifted our foot before kicking the door and it flung open. I saw him on top of her. “Natalie!” I called as she grabbed the gun that slid out of his hand. She stood, kicked him in the face and pulled the trigger.

~~~

I slid down the wall after I pulled the trigger, blood draining from his forehead and down his face. I gasped as I hit the floor, watching Levi collapse before me and tears clouded my vision. “Natalie.” The voice was muffled. I kept gasping, trying to catch my breath. I felt like everything was closing in on me and I just wanted to curl up in a ball and cease to exist. “Natalie.” The voice was a little more clear and someone grabbed my arms. I swatted their hands away and looked up. I wasn’t sure who I expected to find but Bradley wasn’t it. “Bradley?” I asked, surprised to see him. “Bradley!” I said when I realized he really was here and I wasn’t hallucinating. I jumped up, tossing my arms around his neck as he pulled me flush against him. “Oh god.” I gasped out, trying to calm myself and it wasn’t working. “Shh. It’s okay.” That alone made me feel so safe, I broke down in his arms. I was in the middle of sobbing when more people flooded into the house. I looked up, spotting my dad talking to another agent. “Dad!” I called out, letting go of Bradley to go to my dad. “Oh thank god!” He said and pulled me into a tight hug. “I’m sorry.” I said and he shook his head as I buried my face in his shoulder. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” He said as his fingers ran through my hair. After a minute he held me at arms length. “What did he do to you?” He asked and I shook my head. “Nothing.” He squeezed my arms. “What did he do to you?” His voice was deeper, more stern. “Hit me a few times. But only tonight.” He sighed, pulling me into a hug again.

“He hit you?” Bradley asked as he came over. “And I shot him.” I deadpanned. He seemed surprised at my bluntness but smiled. “I’m so happy you’re okay.” He said, pulling me into him. I relaxed into him immediately. I had to speak to multiple agents, telling them everything while we stood on the front lawn of my childhood home. I watched as they wheeled Levi’s body in front of me and loaded it into the coroner’s van. “Come on. Let’s go.” I was put into a black SUV and I hesitated until my dad rested his hand on my back. The ride back to the hotel was silent, but as my dad pulled me to lean my head on his shoulder I knew everything would be okay. When we arrived at the hotel the press was crowding around the SUV and I hid my face quickly from all the flashes. An agent opened the door and dad slid out first, working to conceal as much of me as possible. “Move!” Bradley’s voice boomed from my right and immediately he was next to me, working with the agents to get me through unscathed. Once inside I let out a sigh of relief and followed everyone to the elevators. “Has anyone told mom?” I asked and an agent nodded.. “Mrs. Duvall has been instructed to stay in her suite. We’re taking you to her.” I nodded, trying to keep myself calm. As soon as the door opened Bradley walked me off as I rushed over towards the door. The agent next to the door scanned the card and I pushed the door open. “Mama?” I called out and heard a crash in the kitchen. “Oh god!” She cried as I crashed into her.

“Oh, my baby.” She said, wrapping her arms around me and holding me tightly. “Are you okay?” She asked, holding me at arm's length and I nodded. “I’m fine, Mama.” She held me again and I relaxed in her arms as my dad grabbed both of us. We spent a good few hours sitting in the living room, discussing everything before I finally stood. “Well, I’m exhausted.” My parents both nodded. “Get some rest. We’ll see you in the morning.” I nodded and Rooster stood. “I’ll walk you to your room.” I nodded as we walked out, Bradley’s hand gently resting on my back as we walked down the hallway to my room. I scanned the key card and walked in, motioning him to follow. Once I shut the door I turned and wrapped my arms around his waist, his cologne invading my senses and slowly I started to cry. He squeezed me to him before moving and sitting on my bed, pulling me into him. “I’m so sorry this happened to you, sweetheart.” He said as I cried. After a few minutes I finally calmed down and took a few deep breaths. “Thank you for coming to save me.” I told him, my hand playing with the collar of his Hawaiian shirt. He chuckled. “I’ll always come to save you.” He said, kissing my head. “But it was all your dad.” I sat up, wiping my eyes. “You think my dad would’ve been able to get away himself?” I asked and laughed. “He needed your help and you were there.” He smiled at me. “He didn’t even have to ask.” He said, resting his forehead on mine. “I love you.” I blurted out. We sat in silence for a beat as he grinned at me. “I love you too, sweetheart.” He pressed his lips to mine and it was like all my stress and fear washed away. “Stay?” I asked, scared to be alone. “Whatever you want, sweetheart. I’ll always be here.”

~ 1 Year Later~

“Deep breaths, baby.” Mom said as she tightened the corset on my dress. “I can’t believe you’re getting married today.” She said and I laughed. “And on Christmas day. Never saw that coming.” I laughed as mom finished and helped me put my veil in my hair. “Oh!” She gasped. “Natalie, you look gorgeous.” I sighed, brushing my hands over the fabric. I felt pretty and it was a good feeling. “Are you ready to go see your dad?” I nodded and mom helped me off the stool. I walked out as Hangman stepped out. “No good, guys! Give it ten minutes!” He yelled going back into the room the groomsmen were in. “Doing a great job, Lieutenant!” Mom said as we walked towards the elevator. “Just doing my job ma’am.” He responded, poking out his head long enough to respond before closing the door again. Mom helped me step into the elevator, making sure my dress was in before we took it down to the first floor to go out to the Jacqueline Kennedy Garden. “He’s just out under the pergola, ma’am.” I nodded at the agent as he opened the door for me. Dad had his back to me as I walked out and I smiled at him. Our photographer walked out behind us and motioned me to talk to him. “Daddy?” I called and he turned around, already crying. “Oh my god.” He gasped as he came over, hugging me gently. “You look amazing.” He said and I grinned. “Thank you. Will you stop crying?!” I asked, trying to keep my eyes tear free. “Oh god.” He said, handing me a tissue from a box on the table. “I’m so happy for you.” He said, kissing my forehead. “Thanks, Daddy.” He walked us back inside and into the oval office.

It was close to the Rose Garden so everyone could go out there and I wouldn’t be seen, and we could get some family pictures. My nerves grew stronger as time passed and I wasn’t sure how I was going to keep from fainting. Soon mom was escorted to her seat and I had a few minutes alone. I wasn’t regretting my decision, not in the slightest. But the nerves of having everyone’s eyes on me was a lot and what if I tripped going down the aisle. Oh god! I couldn’t trip in front of all those people. “Ready?” Dad asked as he came back in. “You cannot let me trip!” I said and his eyes widened in surprise. “Okay. I will not let you trip.” He laid his hands on my shoulders as I took some deep breaths. “Natalie. This is the best decision you have ever made. Better than what you decided to go to college for, better than when you decided to buy your house. This is it.” I nodded. “It’s going to be okay. You’re going to have a great day and get married.” I nodded. He was right. “So, I’ll ask again. Are you ready?” I smiled at him and nodded. “I’m ready, Daddy.” He stuck his head out the door and let my planner know I was ready and she had the band start. “Come on.” He said, leading me out to the paned glass doors. Everyone was standing and turned to face me. “Dad-” “You’re not gonna trip.” I nodded, reaching up to kiss his cheek right before the doors opened.

Everything was exactly as we envisioned it to be. It was a beautiful December day, the sun was shining and it was cold. The flowers were beautiful and everything was set up perfectly. I lifted my head, a smile threatening to split my face in half. Bradley was standing there, tears running down his face as he watched me walk closer. As we finally reached the alter my dad placed my hand in Bradley’s before kissing my cheek and hugging him. “Who here gives this woman away?” Our officiant asked. “Her mother and I.” Dad responded before going to sit next to mom. “God. You look absolutely incredible.” He said and I grinned at him, handing my bouquet back to Phoenix, who I grew very close with within the last year. I stared at Bradley during the entire ceremony, just taking him in. I almost zoned out, still wowed by the fact I get to marry this man. “Do you, Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw, take Natalie Claire Duvall to be your lawfully wedded wife?” He immediately nodded. “Oh I do.” Everyone laughed at his enthusiasm. “Do you, Natalie Claire Duvall, take Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw to be your lawfully wedded husband?” “Hell yeah I do.” I just needed this man to hurry up so I could kiss him. “Then I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Before I could reach forward he had grabbed me, dipping me as he kissed me sweetly. “I love you.” He said, pulling away just long enough to say that before kissing me again and standing me up. “Ladies and gentlemen I introduce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Bradshaw!” Everyone cheered as I kissed him again. “I love you too Mr. Bradshaw.” Everyone started gasping as we all looked up at the sky in confusion. “Is it snowing?” I asked , watching all the little flakes drop from the sky. “I think it is… Mrs. Bradshaw.” I grinned as he pulled me closer, holding me tightly. Yeah. I made a great decision on this one.

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can u tell us what you didn't like about hazbin hot? I'm not a big musical person so I also tuned out when they started singing lol

Yes lol here's a long ass nonsense rant under the cut.

The creator of the show has done some really racist shit in the past and hides from criticism behind her queerness, but whenever that's brought up, it's immediately shot down and I'm told to separate the art from the artist.

that being said. here's my critique of the show itself.

but hazbin relies so much on material outside of the show. there's things you're supposed to know from twt and tumblr and other sources to make the show make sense. you can't say the show needs to exist in its bubble away from the creator and then make us dependent on the creator for information about the characters.

for me, it's less about "why is a show bad?" and it's more "what makes a show good?". Frankly, I don't think there's anything in this show to make it good.

First off- the show is ugly. The character designs aren't good and often repetitive (suits. same color palettes, same body shapes, etc) The animation itself isn't good either, unfortunately.

We have to stop pretending alastor isn't a crime to character design. He's so ugly. there's almost nothing redeemable about how he looks.

I thought the show itself had one of the weakest plots I've seen. it felt like the first draft of a 14 year old and tried to fit 5 seasons worth of ideas into 8 episodes, so the pacing was just awful. There's no semblance of time passing or real urgency in most episodes because vivziepop was trying to fit in all 50 of her OCs.

example: There was almost no reason for the V's to be in the show-- and the other overlords for that matter. None of them really do anything other than Valentino, who's just there to make Angel's story stronger in this season.

(not to mention Valentino and Vaggie, the series to latinx characters, fall into some fucked up stereotypes)

We are just told this collection of people is strong and scary, but we never really see WHY. It's a waste of time in a crammed show.

That being said, one of the main characters sir pentious had no real weight as a character and had less screen time than some of the nothing characters. Half of alastors time should have been used building him up, including, I dunno. all of episode three. There's no reason to introduce all of those characters other to give alastor the info that an angel has died, right? He's. The radio demon. he should just have some sort of news ability or connections to get him that info. (also that episode makes it really easy to know who killed the angel. there's no mystery to it.)

There are also so many things that simply don't make sense in the show? They are told almost immediately that their plan will not work, so they go to heaven to be told... the same thing.

Vaggie is amazed that angels can be hurt and killed when she is an angel who was hurt and almost killed. (Vaggie and Charlie have a super weak relationship btw. I think it's so poorly done. In a show about sucking dick and cock, it made me roll my eyes that the lesbians have such a pg relationship. how come everyone else gets to be horny other than the lesbians? Because its harder to fetishize? )

the ending was just. awful. Lucifer won the fight without that much of a struggle. It feels like he could have just done that. whenever.

Im going to get murdered for saying this but the songs aren't good, they just have a killer vocal cast. the backing music sucks every time.

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xxavengingangelxx · 1 year ago

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Long Way From Home 2/?

TRIGGERS: Implied attempted suicide/self-harm, torture, threatened rape. Dark fic! OC is POW and Graves is a war criminal. Link to part 1 below! This is DARK so I'm still not sure how it'll do but it seized my mind and has to come out. Let me know what ya'll think!

When you woke up your body was hurting everywhere. Your head continued pounding. Your ribs protested when you sat up. It was hard with your hands still ziptied behind you. You realized you were against a concrete wall. But that was all you knew. It was pitch black besides a large air conditioning control screen on the wall adjacent to you. It read 60 degrees Fahrenheit. You shivered because your clothes were still drenched. They were probably doing it on purpose to keep you uncomfortable.

You didn’t even know how much time had passed. Your mouth was still taped shut and you found that especially frustrating. You wanted to holler and curse out the bastard who next stepped through that door.

A heavy door swung open and the dim lighting from the hallway made your headache worse.

Graves. Piece of shit. Piece of traitorous shit.

He was holding something.

A video camera?

“We got somethin’ Shepherd.”

“Better be good.” The voice from the other end said. Shit, Shepherd was in on this too? He approved of this shit?

Lights clicked on and you squinted although your eyes adjusted fast than you expected. The bastard was filming you.

You heard Shepherd laugh as Graves pointed the camera at you. “You got 141’s puppy?” He asked, dark humor in his tone. “The one who follows them everywhere? That cute little thing?”

“She bites, though,” Graves chuckled.

“Teach ‘er not to,” Shepherd responded. “She could be useful.”

“Now see that’s what I told her. She doesn’t wanna believe me.”

“Listen young lady,” Shepherd spoke to you directly. You couldn’t see him but he could clearly see you. “Oh,” he paused. “Jesus, Graves you did a number on ‘er.”

“She won’t talk.”

“She will,” Shepherd said, so sure of himself.

You shook your head. And with your defiance you leaned forward off the wall, brought your ziptied hands to the side of your hips and gave them both the middle finger.

Shepherd and Graves laughed. It wasn’t a laugh of humor.

“Spitfire,” Shepherd said.

“Yeah, I gotta teach her some manners,” Graves responded.

“Do what you have to. I want her working for us.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Keep her alive. She’s gonna be our bargaining chip.”

Graves closed the video camera, giving you a cold, unforgiving glare. “That was your superior you flipped off,” he snapped.

You shook your head. Fuck no he wasn’t your superior.

“Let’s knock you down a few pegs, huh?” Graves walked towards you, knife in hand.

You tried to scoot back but the cold cement wall behind you stopped you.

He knelt in front of you, grabbed your shirt and pulled you off the wall. He left small cuts on your forearms as he sliced through the zipties binding your wrists.

That was all you needed. The adrenaline from earlier was making a comeback and you immediately brought your hands in front of you. You launched a punch, which he blocked easily.

He stood up and so did you. You wasted no time in peeling the heavy tape off your mouth and off your face. The rest of it was still tangled in a sticky mess in your hair. You were sure you had red marks on your face from where the tape had probably peeled the top layer of your skin off.

“You filmed me like a fucking terrorist would film a hostage,” you snapped.

“There’s that mouth again,” he sneered. “Why don’t you put it to better use?”

You gritted your teeth at his sexual advance and lunged at him. He launched a punch but you blocked it, sidestepped him and delivered a round house kick to his stomach. He felt the impact through his vest.

“Still got some fight in ya,” he said, “That’s okay. I like it.”

And with that he stepped towards you, swept his foot under you, and knocked you flat on your back.

You mouth opened in a silent scream as you rolled over onto your side, unable to breathe. Your ribs were definitely either cracked, bruised, or broken from the bullet your vest absorbed earlier.

Graves approached you and used his boot to nudge you onto your back. He then descended on you, placed his knees on either side of you, straddling you. He easily reached up and pinned your wrists above your head before leaning over you. He still had the sickening smell of blood, sweat, and gunpowder.

“Get off!” You kicked and flailed but it was no use. He was too strong. You were hurt. And you were about half his size.

“This is gonna go a whole lot easier if you cooperate,” he said simply, not loosening his grip.

“Fuck you,” you spat.

“You’re gonna be useful one way or another,” he explained. “You can be a hostage or you can work with us.”

“Never,” you wanted to spit in his face but was afraid he would hurt you more if you did.

“You’ll be a lot more comfortable if you just give us updates on your team and work with us,”

“I’m not a traitor,” you snapped.

With that he got up, forced you onto your stomach and pulled your tattered uniform shirt off leaving just your bloody tank top. You immediately thought the worst: that you were going to be raped.

So you instantly arched your back and neck, feeling the back of your head come into contact with his mouth before you heard him full on growl like a wild animal. When he forced you onto your back again and straddled you, you could see your strike had made him cut the inside of his mouth on his teeth. He was bleeding.

You laughed when you saw him bleeding and it seemed as if something clicked in his eyes. You thought he was going to kill you. He wrapped his gloved hands around your throat and squeezed. You gasped, fighting for breath, scratching at his hands in wild abandon. You tried to buck and kick him off but he was too heavy. You felt yourself losing consciousness and in your mind you thought that at least they wouldn’t be torturing you anymore, that they wouldn’t be brainwashing you to work for them just to deal a blow to 141.

He suddenly released you and then he did the oddest, crassest, cruelest thing he could’ve done. He leaned forward and kissed you, his lips and tongue forcing your mouth open. Your hands went to his Kevlar vest and gripped it, trying to push him off. You closed your teeth around his bottom lip and he stopped, pulling away.

“If you bite anyone again, I’m gonna break your fucking jaw,” he stated.

With that he got up and off of you, leaving you to curl up on the floor in pain and humiliation.

“Next time I won’t stop there,” he again threatened you with sexual assault. “So you better be ready to talk when I come back in here.”

The lights were out and you were in total darkness save for the air conditioning panel. The cement floor was cold and you shivered, curling in more to try and keep warm. You promised yourself that no matter what they did to you, you wouldn’t talk and you sure as hell wouldn’t work for them.

You woke up with a gasp. You had no idea if it was day or night or how long you’d been out. The air conditioning panel read 55 degrees. You couldn’t change you could just watch as the temperature got lower. They were purposely making you as uncomfortable as possible. Your teeth nearly chattered.

In your almost delirious state you wondered if what Graves had said earlier was true. Did 141 hear you scream for help and not come? You shook your head. He had already started trying to brainwash you without you even knowing it.

You passed out again.

You woke up and felt yourself being dragged somewhere. One man on each side held your arms as your boots scraped on the ground. You were trying to stay awake but there were periods of blackness.

You woke up on your knees. You weren’t restrained in any way, which you found odd.

“This is probably one of the more brutal ways to try and get information out of someone,”

That voice: Graves.

You met his gaze and glared although even you felt like your glare was losing its power, it’s intensity.

“Show ‘er,” Graves stated.

Rough hands…not Graves’s…grabbed you and before you could register what was happening your face and head was underwater. The water was freezing and you had to effectively stop yourself from taking a breath. They kept you under until you saw black edges in your vision.

Then you were pulled out and shoved backwards, landing on your back, gasping and coughing, and fighting for air.

Graves stepped into view. “Where were you and your team planning on going after this?”

You couldn’t answer on account of you gasping for air.

You shook your head even when you could talk. Catching your breath, you said, “They don’t…they don’t tell me that shit.”

“Really now?” Graves inquired.

You saw he was wearing different clothes so that told you it had been a last a day or at least 12 hours since you were taken. He looked refreshed, rested.

“I’m a translator,” you added. “I’m just on for the Mexico stuff.”

“Bull,” Graves snapped.

“I’m bilingual, you moron,” you snapped. “I don’t know other languages.”

“You’re clearly not understanding the severity of the situation here and how badly I want that intel,” Graves responded calmly.

“I don’t have it!”

Graves signaled and although you tried to push those coarse hands away from you, you were unable to. You were too tired, too injured, and you were honestly losing your will power.

You found yourself submerged again and while you couldn’t really tell time anymore, you could’ve sworn that they kept you under longer.

They kept it up and you eventually lost count of how many times they submerged you in the cold water. You could tell it was a while because the water was getting warmer and warmer.

“Jesus Christ, Val” you heard Graves’s voice but it sounded far away. He called you by your nickname (Val from Valdez). He knelt in front of you, making his voice sound clearer.

You wanted nothing more than to lash out and hurt him but there was no way you could. You were weak and dizzy.

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” Graves added. He reached out, creepily pushing your soaked hair out of your face.

Your gasps for air were the only answer you could give him. You gave up on trying to stay conscious and let the darkness claim you. It was the first time you started thinking about finding a way to take your own life.

Graves and his demons came at unpredictable intervals. Several times they brought a Taser. Another time they’d just try and drown you either with actual water or waterboarding. You stopped counting how many different ways they inflicted pain.

Other times they just kept you awake for what seemed like forever.

Graves hadn’t touched you despite his threats of rape. At least not that you remembered. But who knew?

You woke up back in the same room you’d been in since you were taken. It was still cold or so you thought. Semiconsciousness was keeping you kind of warm. You didn’t feel pain, at least not much. You still had no idea how long you’d been held hostage.

You forced yourself to sit up and look around. With your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, you could see the room wasn’t large but your brain wasn’t able to come close to calculating the dimensions. A glint of light caught your eye. It was something under the air conditioning control panel.

You walked over to it, stepping quietly to prevent your boots from making noise and attracting unwanted attention. You found yourself unsteady on your feet as you knelt next to the item. It was glass.

A piece of glass big enough to…

You grasped it. You gripped it tightly and it cut into your right hand. The shrill pain was welcome only because you were inflicting it on yourself. Your hand became warm and sticky with blood. It was definitely sharp enough.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to go through with it now that the situation was right in front of you. Maybe just cut deep enough to force them to bring you to the emergency room? Were there even any emergency rooms around here? You had no idea if you were still even in Mexico.

The horizontal cut to your wrist oozed blood. You almost instantly regretted your decision. But then again did you really? You could only take so much more of this. You were terrified that you’d break and reveal something. Even if it was trivial you still considered it treasonous. And the last thing you wanted to do was be like Graves: a traitor.

You lowered yourself to the ground and dropped the piece of glass next to you. You sat in a corner. The corner faced the door diagonally so no one would be able to sneak up on you. You pulled your knees to your chest and rested your head on your knees.

You weren’t sure if it was exhaustion or death gripped you but you allowed it.

You woke up and you weren’t sure if you were dead and in hell or whether you were alive, right back where you started.

Someone was kneeling over you and you instantly knew who it was. He made your skin crawl. You felt him grip your left wrist in a tight grip. Blood still seeped through his fingers.

“Fucking hell,” you heard him whisper. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

That last word echoed in your head for what seemed like forever.

“That was an insane thing to do,” Graves’s voice cut through the comfortable cocoon you were in.

You felt different. You were lying on cold concrete like you had been for who knew how many days and nights.

You were in…a bed? Had you been rescued? Maybe you’d only imagined Graves’s voice.

“Hey,” Graves’s voice again.

You tried to push him away from you but found your right wrist cuffed to something.

“I’m in hell, aren’t I?” you croaked.

“A version of it,” Graves replied. “You don’t have to be though.”

“Oh, fuck you,” you groaned.

“You needed stitches,” he said.

Everything came into focus and you were on a bed with a thin mattress. Your brain still couldn’t comprehend what you cuffed to.

“Can’t have you doing that,” he then paused before sadistically adding, “if you wanted to finish yourself off you should’ve cut vertical.”

You remained silent and simply let that same darkness consume you again.

#phillip graves #cod mw2 #phillip graves x reader #john soap mactavish #ghost cod #graves x reader #cod mwii #dark fic

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whump-queen · 2 years ago

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ONE MINUTE

part 1 of a vampwhump collab w @unorganisedalienrubbish <33 (yes I finally made a pathetic lil vampire meow meow oc)

tags: vampire whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, blood drinking, pet whump, mind fucky shit idk, my usual nonsense

ty to beta readers @quietly-by-myself and @whumpsday <3

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At last, Rowe took off the restraints, and Aris’ hands were finally free.

Now, the only thing that kept him tethered to his—owner—was the heavy collar and chain around his throat.

Aris’ head was pounding, but he glared daggers up at Rowe, the edge of his own furrowed brow pressing down into his periphery.

Rowe was gloating, Aris was sure. The way they leaned back in their seat and smiled, looking terrible and smug and punchable as always—

But what could Aris do?

Rowe still held the chain.

Even with his hands freed, Aris hadn’t moved an inch. He may have still been slightly concussed but surely he wasn’t that stupid.

He knew how it would go down.

What would happen if he refused.

He knew he wouldn’t last ten seconds before he’d feel his skull cracking against the floor when Rowe inevitably yanked him down hard by the chain around his neck.

He had learned better than to try anything.

He’d learned more times than he could remember, and Rowe seemed to relish each painful reminder.

So Aris stayed. He loathed how weak he was now, but he stayed just where he was ordered—a spot on the floor just past the edges of Rowe’s shoes.

His knees ached.

Rowe’s voice cut through the silence as though they could read his mind.

“So obedient with the promise of food.”

Aris watched as they smiled and flicked out a switchblade, raising their arm and slashing the blade through the skin where their neck met their shoulder.

"You've got one minute. Go."

Aris’ shot up instantly—eyes gleaming with a violent red.

Rowe chuckled, amused at how quickly the vampire scrambled on top of them before the first droplets of blood had even begun to drip from the wound. He breath was frantic—his hands clawing at his clothes, and desperate to get at their throat—he’s finally, finally allowed to—

‘You haven’t fed me in so long.’

Rowe felt the familiar stab of pain when razor-sharp fangs pierced their skin. They grit their teeth. Focused their energy right behind their eyes.

It may have been familiar, but they weren’t sure they’d ever get fully used to it. To letting their pet feed.

It was a sickly, intrusive feeling—the way the vampire’s teeth would bury in deep and sink down through the layers of muscle in their neck, popping through layers of tendons one after another like tiny, probing needles.

It felt like minutes in Rowe’s head, but it was a mere instant before the vampire’s fangs hit paydirt, and Aris was gulping down his owner’s blood like a desperate, dying castaway.

Tasting his first drop of water in days.

Rowe suspected it was probably worse, being starved of blood for weeks like that. But it was the most analogous experience they could think of, right then.

The vampire’s breath pulsed warm and heavy against their neck, an exhale of relief interrupted by a little gasp of desperation as he continued. Aris’ voice only got more and more pathetic until he was whining with gratitude against Rowe’s skin, sounding so grateful and reverent to even be allowed—allowed to feed, allowed his owner’s own blood—

‘Oh, it's an honor, sir.’

To be permitted a brief respite from the constant ache—the chance to not exist in complete agony, if even just for a moment.

‘That you have decided not to starve me again today, sir.’

Yes, he’s so grateful he could cry.

He won’t forget his place this time.

Rowe let out a breathy laugh—a poor attempt to conceal the low, pleased hum that might reveal they’d hit that point where it all started to feel…dangerously pleasant.

Not that Aris was even listening—he was far too lost in the pulsing arteries that ran down his owner’s neck. Tears streaked his cheeks. He was nearly gnawing at Rowe’s flesh now, trying to bury his fangs in deeper still, gulping down as much as he could before his time was up.

Rowe hummed against their pet’s hair, rubbing small circles into his back.

“Mm, hungry little thing, aren’t we?”

The vampire heard this.

‘You say that like you haven’t kept me starved for weeks.’

Aris was surprised to hear his own voice in his head again. It was as though the slightest bit of energy he’d gathered in the past few seconds were enough to restore his old habit of talking back.

He might have even said it aloud, were he not so desperate to never unclench his teeth from his owner’s neck.

Until his jaws were forcibly pried apart.

Yes, he’d be dead before he’d let anything stop him from taking as much as he possibly could, for the precious seconds he was allowed.

After all, he had no idea when—or if—he’d get a chance like this ever again.

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ok we gon taglist cuz this sat in my drafts finished for over a month 0.0

general whump taglist: @whumpshaped @whumpsday @emmettnet @a-whump-sideblog @whump-it-like-its-hot @wolfeyedwitch @whumper-soot @unorganisedalienrubbish @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @hidden-dreamland @whumpedydump @lonesome--hunter @ashh-ed @whump-in-the-closet @oriantthegiant @banditosong @anonymustyou @feralwhump @jieunie-23 @whumpasaurus101 @morning-star-whump @whmp @captain-bo-bob-bobby @the-beasts-have-arrived @spooky-scary-vampires @burningkittypoet @veryroswin @painsandconfusion @skittles-the-whumpee

part 2 is up! link in pinned !!

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empressofmankind · 1 year ago

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ON THE FIRST DAY OF CHRISTMAS

MY TRUE LOVE SENT TO ME

[Crocodile x F!OC]

Explicit - 5.5k words / 13 pages

(A/N) One large dick refusing to be contained, two bananawani for a picture perfectly framed. Three excellent sets of nightwear, and four shots that caught genuine care.

Actually, a teenager's absolute worst nightmare.

Nico Robin is a teen in the cruel throes of puberty, peer pressure and that never-ending sense of social shame. For I realised a few days ago that she has a massive gap in her canon from about age 12-ish onward until Crocodile runs into her at 24. So, as her teens match up beautifully with the nuclear disaster that is Crocodile and Shiv's marriage, I decided that what this insane ship really needed was a teenager and zero tools to deal with it. Also, the notion of him having been stuck fake single-parenting Robin after everything went royaly south with Shivs just tickles me, personally.

This story is set around the same time period as ‘Hooked On You’ and ‘The House Always Win’, in Alabaste at Rainbase, mostly in and around Rain Dinners. Because apparently, I am not over these two.

It may be a tad less polished than my usual stuff, because I wrote it at the break of my Christmas morning to deliver it to you all on your Christmas day. Enjoy!

Tag(s): Teenage rage quit. Reprehensible parenting. Several amazing sexy lingerie modelling moments, courtesy of yours truly being horny on main on Christmas morning. We've also got dry humping, hand jobs, some good fingering and dicks breaking containment simply by being that darn large. Graphic sex. Excellent banther. Solid comedy, if I may say so myself. Absolutely filthy language. Shivs too. Girl made him lose his shit. Size difference is still relevant, stretching and edging too. I'd say orgasm denial, though neither was down for that one. At least they got to wreck eachother real good in the end. I'll be over there, helping Robin putting herself back into the system. I'd wanna disappear off the face of the earth, too.

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“You can't do this to me!” Robin all but stamped her feet.

Crocodile glanced away from Shivs to the fuming teenager, smoke escaping him as he caught her angry gaze. “I didn't realise we needed your permission.”

“This is humiliating!” she continued, beside herself with frustration. “I won't be able to show my face in public ever again!”

“You already can't, sweetie,” Shivs said in a tone not even on the same continent as comforting. “What with the World Government looking for you.”

“That’s not the point! You are murdering my social life!” Robin fumed as she glared at her adoptive parents. She'd sooner be an orphan again, she thought angrily. “Like, why are you even doing this? It's not like you need the money!”

Shivs tilted her head, taking the cigarillo from her mouth even. “It's fun?”

Robin switched her angry stare from her to Crocodile, but he was no help. Had the gall to chew that cigar as if he were actually thinking about it.

“What she said,” he said through a cloud of smoke.

“Hrgh!” Robin balled her fists at them. “I hate you both!”

When neither particularly responded to her outburst aside from blowing out more smoke and perhaps raising an eyebrow, she turned and stormed out, slamming his office door.

The Sphinxxx nightwear designer smoothed his tailored jacket with a nervous glance. “Will this be a problem, sir?”

“No.”

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When the photographer's assistant dimmed the ambient light of Crocodile's office to a softly flickering orange, Shivs felt the shift in mood. Of the office space, yes. But also her own, and Crocodile’s. The fact that there were nearly a dozen strangers fussing about them didn’t kill it as much as you'd think.

They'd just changed into the lingerie they were meant to model and were undergoing the fussy attention of the two resident make up artists. It was a nice set, though privately Shivs thought, not quite their style.

Shivs wore a just below hip length tube dress of sheer dark fabric that reminded her of stockings. It had a strip of opaque black silk that went around her pubes and breast only. The effect was interesting, she supposed. Crocodile wore matching boxer briefs made of the same sheer material, with thin opaque strips circling around his hips. However, the patch of cloth meant to obscure his business did not quite do its job as intended. And the fact that it had a subtle black zipper down the middle that appeared to go all the way around seemed like a hazard to her. But, Stefano - the Sphinxx designer who had envisioned these - was not one to argue fashion with, they’d already discovered.

Fortunately, she’d managed to keep Crocodile from blowing the whole thing off at the first confrontation. He sat smoking at his desk now, blowing out smoke and creating personal thunderclouds around his head as one of the make up artists fussed with him. Could be have been far worse. She’d count this a win.

Cussing, Shivs fumbled with the small clap of her necklace behind her neck.

“Turn around, doll,” Crocodile said.

She glanced up to find him beside her, and wondered if he’d used his abilities because the poor make up artist was staring in their direction like a particularly dimwitted calf. Or perhaps he’d simply been rude.

“Thanks,” she said as she turned, bending her neck as she felt his touch against it. It should be illegal that he could unclip those with one hand while she barely managed half the time with two.

“No, no! Absolutely not!” Stefano exclaimed as he came towards them, all hand gestures.

Shivs could tell from the way Crocodile’s touch abruptly stilled that the fashion designer better follow up with a good reason fast.

“Keep the jewellery, it is classy, distinguished,” Stefano said. “This is art.”

Shivs relaxed when she felt the weight of his hand shift against her neck, idly palming the tension from the muslces there. Good save, she thought.

“Ready when you are, Stef,” the photographer said as she tossed her cigarette bud into the nearest ash tray.

Stefano clapped his hands. “Let’s do this.”

An assistant hurried towards them with the ashtray for Crocodile to discard his smoke, but Stefano waved them away. “It adds character, atmosphere.”

And just as well, for it was only half way gone, and it was never a good time to make him stop.

Stefano motioned them towards the desk, though with far more grace this time. “Poses, if you please.”

“C’mon big guy,” Shivs said as she took the curve of his hook and tugged him up from his seat. He rose with due reluctance through a cloud of smoke.

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“They are magnificent!”

Stefano’s breathless exclamation at seeing the dozing bananawani on the rear deck of the casino was especially satisfying. The rest of his crew hung back, exchanging uncertain glances.

“They won’t do anything,” Crocodile rumbled around his cigar. He caught the designer’s gaze. “Unless I tell them to.”

“Haha, noted,” Stefano said with a small laugh soaked in anxiety.

Shivs slid her hand into Crocodile’s as they watched him harry his terrified crew into setting up. “You’re so mean.”

He glanced down at her, then at the busybodies. “Think they'll miss us for six minutes?” he rumbled as he blew out smoke.

“Only six?” she muttered into the skin of his bicep, pressing a kiss against it.

“Hrm.”

There was a note of amusment under the grumpy noise though, and she was glad his mood had shifted for the better again.

“Oh, that is small,” Shivs chortled when they were shown what they’d be wearing this time. Both were unnecessarily complicated looking contraptions of thin black cord holding in place the most minimal bits of cloth necessary to pretend at decency. She cast a cheeky look up at Crocodile. "Can that even contain you?"

Turned out, it couldn’t.

The elastic had been too weak to keep his junk from doing exactly as it pleased, and she was fairly certain she’d cherish the visual of all of it ignoring the thong’s confines for a good long while. In the end, the poor tailor had to thread iron wire through the main cords. Once that was done, they tried again.

“Over here,” Stefano said as he directed them towards the corner of the deck with an unobstructed view of the oasis around Rain Dinners. From this angle, the rest of Rainbase city wasn’t visible and you could fancy yourself in the middle of the Alabaste desert.

“Would it be possible for one of them to be, well, closer?” he asked, his tone carefully polite.

Crocodile audibly patted his naked thigh and made the clack-clack sound from around his cigar that was usually the only warning some unfortunate soul got. Instantly, one of the massive creatures uncoiled from its nap and lumbered towards them, the deck shaking under its heavy steps.

Shivs rubbed the bananawani’s giant snout. “Hello handsome, you’re gonna be a supermodel too?” she cooed at it as the enormous beast settled down around them.

“P-perfect!” Stefano said, seeming equal measures excited and terrified. “Jace, framing?”

The photographer took aim, motioning them this way and that way before she raised a thumbs up. “Good shot. Got both the desert and the animal framing them.”

Shivs leaned against Crocodile’s thigh, a hand on his broad chest as she looked up at him. He reached around her, resting the curve of his hook against the small of her back.

“Turn a little to the camera, darling, just a little,” Jace said. “Yes, perfect. Hold that position.”

Ever so subtly, Shivs pressed up against his hip, a wave of languid pleasure rolling up her spine as if a quiet beach. The small huff that escaped her drew his attention immediately, his hooded gaze snapping unto hers.

“Let’s have a different one. Glass!" Stefano said as he gestured at one of his assistants, who immediately came over to them with a crystal tumbler. "Something sweet, I think. Hold it up as if you're sharing it."

"What was that, doll?" Crocodile rumbled under his breath as he held the tumbler between them, leaning in as if about to drink from it. His gaze snared hers. Every stealthy push of her pussy against his muscular thigh lit a spark of pleasure that threatened to catch fire in her core. The curve of his hook pressed against her lower back as her quiet pants clouded the glass. "You going to cum on my thigh with all of them watching?"

“Oh, perfect!” Stefano exclaimed, oblivious. “Please hold those expressions!”

“Don’t think he’ll be happy if I climb on your cock instead,” she whispered above the glass. "Though I am dying to."

She heard it as much as she felt it - the twack of snapping fabric and the sudden shift of his balls spilling against her thigh as his cock broke containment, erect for all to see.

“Oh-hoh!” Shivs chortled, leaning back as Crocodile cussed, sloshing the drink. He removed his arm from around her but his hook snagged on one of the uncountable bands of the delicate contraption she wore. It snapped and the whole thing came undone around her with a sigh of fabric that would have been satisfying if it had been intentional.

“Oh, dear!” Stefano, his voice pitching up two octaves as the tailor and his assistants rushed in to fix things. The photographer put away her camera and went for a smoke break.

Shivs struggled not to laugh at the tailor’s awkwardly cautious manner while Crocodile glared down at him. “That is never going to fit back in there.”

Stefano gave her a look more panicked than when Crocodile had threatened shutting all of this down. “What are we going to do?!”

Shivs shifted as the tailor’s assistant helped her into a bathrobe. “Well, Stefano,” she said with a waggle of her eyebrows. “I know what to do about that.”

He stared at her for a long moment.

Then clapped his hands.

“You heard the lady, everyone out! Out!”

“Soooo,” Shivs said when everyone was gone, running her hand up his hard shaft. “What are we going to do about this?”

Crocodile reached for the back of her head and drew her to him for a kiss. She responded greedily and he drank her eagerness in as the gluttonous creature within him stirred from sleep.

“If you put your pretty pussy around it, you're not coming off any time soon,” he rumbled against her lips when they parted.

"Tempting as that sounds, I suppose we can't."

He was rock hard as she fitted her palms around him, just below the head, and pulled down with short, firm tugs that drew rapidly louder grunts from him. Holding on to his hip, she straddled his thigh again and rode against him with a languid roll of her hips that send sparks of pleasure up her spine as she jerked him off.

When he reached down to rub her clit, she almost immediately lost it, so wound up the whole affair had left her.

"Cum. For me. Doll," he grunted near her ear, his breath hot bursts against the side of her neck.

She whined pitifully as a short, intense orgasm cut through her so sharp and clear that it brought tears to her eyes. Trembling against him as she clenched around his thigh, savouring the sweet after pleasure. When she recovered, his large cock throbbed in her grip, precum leaking down his shaft and running between her fingers.

“I need those pretty thighs of yours, sweetheart.”

“I need you inside me,” she complained as he dislodged her from his thigh. She reached for his neck, tried to drag him on top of her as she spread her legs. The reverberating groan that drew from him did things to her.

“No -ngh- honey.” He struggled to turn her around as she squirmed underneath him. He was this close to shoving his cock into her soaking pussy and fuck them both into a stupor.

Instead, he pulled her up unto her knees and then feet. He leaned unto his hand, dragging her up against him. The angle was awkward, but no matter. He hooked her thighs together, his cock straining between their soft, hot skin. He groaned as he pressed along her slick pussy.

She complained, fingers curling into fists on the wooden boards as she bucked back into his thrusts, his breath hot along her back.

“You wanted the damn photoshoot,” he grunted, picking up his pace.

“I want y-you,” she whined, and he had to force his hook around her waist to keep her from tilting her hips trying to get his cock inside her.

If that happened, he wouldn't be able to stop.

He threw his weight around and leaned on his hook instead, so he could reach his hadn between her thighs.

“I know, doll,” he grunted as he rubbed two fingers roughly against her clit, drinking in the way her whines pitched into moans.

“I will - hrng- fuck you. So good. Later.”

“Oh-ah!” She cried out as a second orgasm rushed through her like an oncoming wave and he pounded himself through it with quick, hard thrusts between her trembling thighs. They squeezed around his shaft as he came with a low, drawn out groan that made the bananawani look up. She felt its timbre against her back as he dumped his load on the boards beneath them with a noise that made her bite her lip as she caught his gaze across her shoulder.

By the time the Sphinxxx crew dared approach, they’d settled beside the snoozing bananawani enjoying that glass of brandy and a smoke. It had hardly been enough, but his dick had gone soft and it took the edge off. That’d have to be enough.

“Shit,” Shivs said when she noticed the incriminatingly bar-shaped bruises streaking her left hip.

“Not to worry,” Stefano said quickly. “We can retouch that away.”

“I like it,” Crocodile rumbled against her ear as his fingertips traced her hip.

Shivs stretched against him, nestling into his hold as she sipped the brandy.

“Bet you do,” she said against the glass.

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“Ohhh, it has a little tail! I love that!” Shivs exclaimed when Crocodile had turned around to go where Stefano pointed them.

The last set of nightwear the Sphinxxx designer had brought for them to model was distinctly seasonal. And though not usually one for these kinds of things, Shivs had to admit she didn’t hate it. Predictably, she was wearing a Mrs Santa ensemble that comprised a very short red velvet skirt edged in genuine white fur that felt sinful soft against her skin. It came paired with an impressively v-necked hooded crop top in the same style. She’d opted for stockings and red heels to go with it, because it felt half-finished without them. Stefano had been thrilled.

However, instead of matching Crocodile with a Santa-inspired outfit, they’d actually gone for a reindeer. A very big, very hunky reindeer.

The outfit comprised a short sleeved top that barely reached to his midrif and struggled to contain his pects, and boxer briefs with cut outs at the thighs that only just managed to contain him. The whole affair was a seasonal chocolate brown, except for the smudge of white on the chest, thighs and butt. It had taken some convincing to get him to wear it. Nevermind, the antlered headband. But that, and the boxer brief’s little reindeer tail delivered the whole thing to grace.

No, she definitely didn’t hate it.

They had returned inside, to Rain Dinners' primary casino floor, which had already been decorated the previous weekend for the upcoming season. Stefano had been conflicted about where they’d do the shoot - by the oiled wood and polished brass of the Grand Café bar, or at the colonnade with the nightlights of Rainbase through the window wall? Shivs had casually suggested they could do the shoot at her table, and he’d loved that.

“No, no, lay down flat. Pretend it's grass and this is summer - yes,” Stefano said as Shivs laid down on her stomach on the poker table, leaning on her elbows with her hands under her chin and idly kicking up her feet.

“Good, perfect!” His tone was as cheerful as the decor as he handed her the poker cards. “Hold ‘em like you mean it, darling.”

“Devil’s in the details.” Shivs winked as she tossed the third card back to him, then put down the right amount of community cards as well. “That’s a little too much.”

“That’s not what you said last night,” Crocodile rumbled not even pretending to lower his voice as he leaned over her as instructed.

That drew awkward looks from everyone, and a chortle from her that settled pleasantly in the pit of his stomach as he leaned unto his hand and pretended to be interested in the cards instead of the feel of her damp cunt against his cock. The moist spot discolouring her panties under the short skirt hadn’t lied.

“No, not quite,” Stefano rubbed his chin, then snapped his fingers. “Indicate one of the cards.”

“Well, that’s a solid tell,” Shivs said with a snort.

“Art, art! This is art, not an actual game,” Stefano protested. “Go on, please.”

Crocodile shifted his weight unto his hand, indicating one of the two cards Shivs held with the tip of his hook.

“A little nearer - perfect!”

He leaned in closer as the camera clicked, pressing his cock against her firm butt. “You look like a seasonal treat good enough to eat, doll,” he grunted under his breath.

Shivs arched her back with a little noise, spreading her thighs more to accommodate him. She glanced away from the cards to catch his gaze from the corner of her eye. “Don’t tempt me to take you up on that, Blitzen.”

The rumble at the back of his throat as she felt his cock stiffen against her made her smile at the cards.

When they rounded up the last shot, Stefano came towards them positively aglow. “This was wonderful,” he said in a near reverent tone. “Stunning. Perfect.”

Crocodile lit a cigar, letting the praise shower him. Shivs suspected it smoothed his rankled humours from earlier today.

“Let me gift you any one of these,” the Sphinxxx designer added. “It would be my honour.”

“These ones,” Shivs said immediately. It was the little tail, truly.

Crocodile glanced down at her through a cloud of smoke. Amusement tugged his lips around his cigar.

“What she said.”

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“That what you want, doll?” Crocodile said as he ran his hand up her side and under the top’s red velvet to palm her breast.

“Yes. It will turn out to be the best picture,” Shivs said as she laid down on her stomach and leaned on her elbows, hands under her chin. They were in their bedroom, facing the floor length mirrors opposite the curving window wall, wearing the seasonal set that she’d claimed for them. A cheeky glance at him from across her shoulder. “And I want to see it already.”

“You do look good, doll.” He pushed the short skirt up, fingers running through the soft fur edge and against her warm skin. He palmed her firm butt, pulling the cheeks apart. Her crimson panties were soaked, just as they’d been during the photo shoot.

“My own seasonal treat,” he said as he leaned down to kiss her shoulder, sliding fingers under her panties and between her wet folds. Her little huff when he pushed two into her slick cunt made his cock throb for its tight embrace. “I wanted to rail you every time your pretty pussy pressed against me.”

“Wish you had,” Shivs said as she arched into his touch, pressed her hips into his palm as his fingers drew sparks of pleasure from her core with their every move. She spread her legs further, wanting him against her the way he’d been during the photo shoot. “Wani, please. Need to feel you against me, on top of me. Like that. Again.”

She whined when he withdrew his fingers, and moaned when she felt his hips and weight settle against her instead. Their gazes crossed in the mirror.

“That what you’d do, doll?” he asked as he leaned over her, all but cheek to cheek as he dry humped against her butt, making her feel his erection. “Come to the stable at night and let all the good reindeer stuff your tight, needy hole like a little slut?”

“I only know a bad one,” she replied with half a moan. “But his cock is the best one.”

“Is that so?” he grunted as he pulled the boxer brief’s crotch out of the way and pushed his hard shaft along her clothed cunt and groaned at how wet the thin fabric of her panties felt.

“He always fucks me good and proper,” she said between huffs of need, pressing back against him to feel more. “I love how his thick dick spreads me open, fills me so fucking good.”

“Like this?” He pulled the soaked fabric aside and shoved his hard cock into her in one smooth thrust, the slick noise of her soaking cunt drawing him in incriminatingly loud in the quiet bedroom.

Her moan broke and set fire to the desire that had been smoldering in his loins.

“Oh, yess!” she whined when she felt him bottom out, stretching her so deliciously around him. The tip boldly pushed against her back walls, wanting to go further still. She cramped around him when he stayed put, pushed back against his hips. “F-fuck me.”

He watched her squirm and claw at their bedsheets. Felt her squeeze so tightly around his shaft it made him clench his teeth. He leaned close against her, his breath hot against the back of her neck. “What’s that, doll?”

“F-fuck - ngh- me, damnit,” she cursed as she pushed back against him, desperate for friction, any friction. “Make me f-feel your thick cock. You filthy beast.”

“Beast?” he rumbled with a firm thrust that wrested a groan from him as he blunted against the back wall of her tight hole.

“A-ah! Yes!” she whined half muffled into a fistfull of sheets. “More. Damnit.”

“More?” he grunted into her ear as he locked his hand around her shoulder and his hook behind the far edge of their bed. He wanted, no, needed, to hear her scream for him.

“Ye-ah! Yes!” She’d all but buried her face in their bedsheets, fingers clenching around the pale silk.

“Didn’t my little honey want to see?” he said as he struggled to control himself, hold back from recklessly thrusting into her wet, cramping pussy a moment longer. He pushed her chin up with his index finger as he started pounding his cock into her with thrusts that shook her whole frame. Thrusts whose wet slaps filled their bedroom as the slick noises of her soaking pussy eagerly taking him made him hungry for more. Much more.

“Look up, doll.”

The horny greed in her gaze when they met in the mirror made him groan as his cock throbbed. She was perfect, and his. She fed the ravenous beast within him the way no one else did. No one else could. Not any more. Not ever.

“Scream -ngh - for me, honey,” he grunted as he strained into his pushes, groaning as he forcefully pulled himself up by his hook with long, deep thrusts that damn near made him see stars. She screamed for him then as she watched him wreck her, shattering her cries with his thrusts. And when she started cramping around him, his low cries joined hers as he spilled his load deep in her tight cunt.

Feeling his arm give way under him, he turned to fall on his side into the rumped sheets beside her, drawing her with him as he rode out his orgasm with languid thrusts. She turned her head up and they kissed as he reached under her top again. She made a delightfully hazy noise against his lips when he stroke her hard nipple.

The timid knock at the doorpost drew an irritated grunt from him that made her want to fuck him again.

It was Anthony, his gaze fixed firmly on the ceiling. He was holding something, a magazine by the look of it.

“What.” Crocodile grunted.

“The draft print came in, sir,” Anthony said as he held out the magazine, gaze never straying. “They will hit the shelves tomorrow, I was told. Unless, of course, you object.”

“Oh!” Shivs was up and rising so fast that he groaned when his cock slid from her tight pussy. He rolled unto his back and watched his cum leak down her thighs as she grabbed his dress shirt and shrugged it on while trotting to his secretary. He reached for the night stand without bothering to get up, flipping a cigar from the box laying atop of it.

“Thank you, Tony,” Shivs said as she accepted the magazine from him.

“No problem, ma’am,” Anthony said without meeting her gaze, keeping it diligently up. “If there is nothing else?”

“Absolutely nill,” Crocodile said as he sat up and lit the cigar, and his secretary quickly made himself scarce.

“Look what they put on the cover,” Shivs said, clearly delighted, as she came towards him, proudly showing that seasonal shot she’d loved so well she’d made him wreck her like that not five minutes ago.

“Seems you got your wish,” he huffed through a puff of smoke as he reached out to her with hook and hand.

She chortled as she took hold of his hook and let him draw her into his lap. “This sensationalist line they added about seasonal fun at the casino makes it sound like we got a whole something here for select guests, haha.”

“No, no other reindeer,” he grumbled, making her laugh.

“Don’t you worry,” she said as she sat up to press a kiss against his lips, hand stroking across his lower stomach. “None could hope to compare.”

The molified noise he made in response made her smile as she curled up against him with the magazine. “It looks so pretty,” she said as she ran her fingers across the full colour pages.

“That’s because you’re in it,” he said as he looked at them from above her shoulder. The article was a little ways into the middle of the fashion magazine. Eleven pages of quality photographs and there wasn’t a single one they didn’t like. It was only when she paged back to the front that they noticed the envelope taped into the inner cover.

There was a note in it emblazoned with the Sphinxx calligraphy, and a stack of photographs.

‘It was a delight and honour to work with the both of you. These did not make the cut, but I dare say I’d be in trouble if I did away with them, wouldn’t I?

Con affetto, Masotti Stefano.'

The delight with which she went through the additional pictures made the creature coil inside him with a purr.

“Oh, but these came out nice too?” Shivs said as she held one up.

It looked like a candid shot as they walked to their intended spot during the shoot in his office. He’d just taken a draw from his cigar, a fond glance shrouded in smoke as she tugged him along by his hook, glancing over her shoulder with a smile as radiant as the desert sun.

Crocodile plucked it from her fingers. “This one will sit in my office.”

“I want a bigger print of this one,” she said as she shielded another one from view. He tugged at her shoulder with his hook to see. It was one from the second location, outside, with the bananawani. On it, he sat in one of the cast iron deck chairs, the large animal and the sprawling Rainbase oasis behind him. She stood against his inner thigh, leaning into him as she held up a lighter so he could light his cigar. It was a good shot, except for the part where all of his everything was breaching containment from the frightfully complicated thong.

“I am going to hang it at my table,” she declared as she held it against her chest.

“Absolutely not!” he objected, smoke escaping him as he tried to snatch it from her.

She dodged and laughed, rolling off his lap amid a flock of scattering photographs. Then jumped up, the incriminating picture held high in hand. “Maybe that'll keep 'em piped down!”

He tangled himself out of the blasted sheets, biting down on his cigar as he gave chase.

“Get back here!”

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Robin basked in the bright, sunny morning as she sauntered down Rainbase’s boulevard with her bestie, Miguella. They’d gotten the largest, fanciest lattes they could find and she had put them on Crocodile’s tab. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t taste better for it.

“We could go to All Stars or Seven Palms tonight?” Miguella said as she stirred her straw through the whipcream of her latte.

“All Stars.” Robin let the latte’s creamy texture take over her thoughts for a moment. “They’ll know to find us in Seven Palms, we go there too often.”

“They’re mad at you?”

“I am mad at them.”

Robin scowled. It was always excessively embarrassing when they did something like this, even when it was just lame old suit brands. She didn’t need to hear from everyone and their dog how good they looked, how amazing they were, and how lucky she was. She hated it here. She’d run away if she actually had anywhere else she could go without being turned in on sight.

It was strange, though, for they hadn’t even tried to curfew her the past weekend. Perhaps they felt bad and hadn’t gone through with it? That’d be a first.

As they sauntered down the boulevard, not all its souvenir and food stands had opened yet. And the lady at the corner kiosk was just dragging the ‘newly arrived’ stand outside.

And that’s where she saw it.

Rendered in glossy full-colour, proud as could be on the front of Fashion First. Them. How dare? Her on her stomach on one of the casino’s poker tables, wearing the skimpiest sexy-Santa skirt and top you could still put on a front cover without being delegated to the randy back corner of a 24/7 shop. And him, dressed up as a goddamn reindeer, leaning over her back in what couldn’t possibly be an accidental posing. They pretended to be engrossed by the cards she was holding, but Robin knew better. She could fucking tell from their stupid horny glances.

Standing there, in the sunny, quiet boulevard. She thought she might actually scream.

“Hey! Aren’t that your parents?” Miguella said, and had the gall to chortle about it.

“They are NOT my parents, and they are dead to me!” Robin screamed, and stormed off.

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