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layce2015 · 11 months ago

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The Boys (Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader)

(A/n: I wanted to say that writing this fic, I believe is gonna be the most mature, violent and sexual I’m gonna get in this story. If you have not watched this show, go to Amazon Prime and watch the show. If you are under the age of 18, probably do not read this.)

Next Chapter / Masterlist

1944

I was sitting in the waiting room with my husband, waiting for the nurse to call me. Few days ago, I had received a phone call from the doctor's saying that I needed to come in for a visit and it made me nervous as I am usually good on keeping up with my health.

I sighed as my husband, Adam, looks over at me. "You okay, honey?" He asked me in a concerned voice. "Just wondering why I am here." I said. "Did you miss an appointment? Or a shot?" Adam asked me and I shake my head. "No...at least...I don't think so." I said, thinking, then the door to the back of the office opens.

The nurse walks out of the door and looks at her clipboard. "Ms. (L/n)?" She said and I raise my head. "The doctor will see you now." She said and both Adam and I stand up.

We follow her to one of the back rooms until she stops in front of a room and opens the door. "The doctor will be with you soon." She tells us and Adam and I walk into the room and I sit in one of the chairs, Adam takes the chair next to me. He pats me on the back, soothingly, as I sit there and try to figure out what the hell this could be for.

Eventually, the doctor came I but the thing was, he didn't look like my normal doctor. My normal doctor was an older, balding man, this doctor was young and with a head full of dark black hair. "Hello, Ms (l/n)." The doctor said and I give him a confused look.

"Um, are you new? I've never seen you before. Where's Doctor Jefferson?" I asked him and I could've sworn I saw Cole give a nervous look at this new doctor. "Doctor Jefferson is on vacation. I'm Doctor Miller. I'll be taking over while he is on vacation." The young man said and I eyed him a bit but gave a reluctant nod.

"Anyway, it seems you are needing a shot for this new disease that's been going around, thanks to this horrible war we got." Doctor Miller said as he goes to the table near him and picks up a syringe with some blue liquid in it.

"New disease? I've never heard of a new disease." I said and Doctor Miller comes up to me, needle in hand. "Trust me, you need this, ma'am." Doctor Miller said but I felt like something was off. "No, I, uh..." I stammered, nervously, as I stand up but then Adam stands up next to me and places his hands on my shoulder.

"Adam?" I said, confused, as he starts to hold me in place as Miller comes at me with a needle. "Sorry, honey, but you need this." He said. "What are you talking about?!" I asked when Miller inserted the needle in my arm and I let out a yelp.

He pulls the needle out of my arm and I look at him. "What the hell did you just put in me?" I asked him just as I started to feel pain all over my body. I yelled then screamed as I doubled over and fall to the ground. I look up at Adam, and through my tears, I asked. "What did you do?" I asked then I screamed again.

"Honey, this will be a great opportunity for us. For you. And this is was the only way." Adam replied. "Why? Why me?" I asked as I felt another wave of pain. "Because Ms (y/n) we need someone like you." Miller replied and the pain subsides but I start to feel light headed then I pass out.

I groan as I slowly open my eyes, my vision was blurry but it seemed all I could see was white. I blink several times before my vision becomes clearer and I could see a figure standing before me.

I gasp and sit up to see Doctor Miller, if that was even his real name, in a white coat with a clipboard in hand, staring at me. "Where am I? Where's Adam? Who are you, really?" I asked, in a quick panicked voice.

"As I told you, I am Doctor Miller. You, Ms (y/n), are in the secret lab of Vought Tower. As for your husband, he is having a talk with my boss." Miller informed me. "Vought Tower? Why am I here?" I asked. "Because we have developed a serum, called Compound V. It gives the subject powers beyond our wildest dreams. And you, are among the first people to be injected with this wonderful serum." Miller explained and I raised an eyebrow at this.

”But why me?” I asked and Miller smirks. “Because you are the perfect woman for our idea of a female hero.” Miller said.

Present Day

I gasp, sit up and look at my surroundings, realizing that I was in my living room on my couch. I sighed as I try to shake off the terrible memory I just relived in my dream and looked over at my TV, seeing news coverage about that stupid hero group, The Seven, promoting their new movie Dawn of The Seven.

One of the news reporter had that prick of a leader, Homelander, talking to him and asked him a question, I am sure this guy is tired of hearing. "How could you not know all along that Stormfront was a Nazi?" the reporter asked and I could just tell by the look in his eyes that Homelander was exhausted and annoyed at the question.

But I can't say I blame the reporters for asking this question. It was a huge scandal last year that the newly added female hero, Stormfront, was a Nazi. And, to my surprise, she use to be Liberty who was someone I met years ago and use to work with. "Well, I am just a man who fell for the wrong woman. Uh, but, uh...out of crisis comes change. So I spent the last year really slowing down and reconnecting with myself. And I am very excited for everyone to meet the real me." Homelander replied and something about the look in his eyes made me feel a bit unsettled.

It could be just the pressure this man's under or he is really crazy, what the fuck do I know?

I rub the sleep out of my eyes then get up and head into the kitchen to grab something to drink. After grabbing a can of soda, my cellphone rings and I pull it out to see that my old friend, Bethany, was calling. “Hello.” I said. “Hey, (y/n). Was just checking if we were still up for lunch tomorrow?” Bethany asked me. “Yeah, yeah, I am.” I said, tiredly.

”Oh, did I wake you?” She asked me. “No, I just woke up from a nap…” I said. “Nightmares again?” She asked. “More like revisiting my past.” I said. “Is there a difference?” She asked me and I chuckled. “Well, there was some good.” I said. “I hope meeting me is one of them.” She said. “Hmmm, I don’t know…” I said, thinking. “Bitch, I better be.” Bethany said, in a fake offended tone, and I laugh again.

”Still as spunky as ever at your age.” I remarked as Bethany is in her sixties. “You’re only as old as you feel.” She said. “You got that right.” I said. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” She asked. “Yeah, I’ll see ya.” I said. “Alright have a good night.” Bethany said. “You too.” I said and I hang up then sighed again.

After turning the TV and lights off, I got a shower and started to get ready for bed. I sit on the side of my bed then look over at the bedside table to see a picture of me and Ben, AKA Soldier Boy. It was of me and him at some sort’ve movie premiere, I think it was one of his movies I really can’t remember which one as he did a fair amount of movies. He had his arm around my waist and I was hugged up to his side, both of us smiling for the camera.

You would’ve thought we were the perfect couple, the one people would aspire to be.

But we were far from perfect.

Ben and I always had our ups and downs over the decades. We always seemed to break up constantly, so much so that I’ve honestly lost count. But we always seem to go back to each other. It’s probably fucked up for me to say, knowing how he was, but he was the best man I’ve ever been with.

Sure, he could be rude and crude, full of himself, a flirt with any woman that had caught his eye, and was violent to people, including to some of our teammates, at times but…I couldn’t help but love him. He had his moments with me where he was honest, caring, and sweet in his own way.

I stared at the photo then set it on the table then looked up at the wall where I have his shield mounted. “Goodnight, Ben.” I muttered to the shield, as if he can hear me, then I start to get into bed and start to fall asleep.

Flashback

Miller left me in this godforsaken room after they had tested me on what abilities I can do. I was curled up in the fetal position on my bed when I hear the door to my room opening. I turn my head and see that it’s Adam that came in. I glared at him as my anger was growing.

”Hello, darling.” Adam said, cautiously. “Don’t call me that. Not after what you did to me.” I growled as I turn my head from him. “Oh, honey…” he said as he comes up to me but was pushed back by an invisible force. He looks surprised by this then looks at me. “Oh, I’m guessing this is one of your powers?” He asked me as I glare at him.

“Why? Why did you do this to me?” I asked him, angrily. “Think of it this way, darling, we’ll live that lavish we’ve always hoped for.” He said to me. “I wanted that but do it the proper way!” I exclaimed. “But this way is so much better and you’ll be famous. Everyone will know your name.” Adam said, excitedly.

“You know I hate being in the spotlight. Why the hell would you think I’d want to be famous? Let alone superhero level of famous?!” I spat, angrily. “It won’t be that bad. You’ll see, once you get started, you’ll actually start to like it. You might even make some new friends.” He said, sounding like he was talking to a child, and I begin to shake at this. Then I go to slap him but he was shoved back by an invisible force and he falls back and hits the padded wall.

“What the hell?!” He exclaimed. “Don’t you dare talk to me like I’m a child!!!” I shout as he scrambles back to his feet. “I’m just trying to help you.” Adam said. “Help me?! You’ve completely ruined my life!” I shout, livid. “Don’t be so dramatic, darling.” He said, waving his hand vaguely.

I growled under my breath and bared my teeth. “Get the hell outta my sight. Right now!” I screamed at him. “Oh, come now, (y/n)! Don’t act like a child!” He said and I stare at him. “I want a divorce.” I whispered and he stares at me. “You don’t mean that.” He said and I felt a tear run down my face. “I mean it. I don’t want to see you anymore.” I said then his face turns from concern to determine.

”Well, it’s not gonna happen, my dearest. We made a vow. For better or worse, remember? And also, you being a divorced woman? Your career will be ruined before it even started. People will look down on you.” Adam said and I glare at him again as my eyes begin to fill with unshed tears.

”I hate you.” I growled at him and he gives a small smirk. “You don’t mean that. You’ll see in time, this was what’s best for you.” He said then he leaves the room. Once the door closes behind him, I crumbled to my knees and begin to scream and cry.

Present Day

The Next Day

*3rd Person POV*

“You must be having a fսcking laugh. That little cսոt crawled up a guy's cock and blew him to bits. He almost killed Frenchie, and you're just gonna let him go 'cause Stan Edgar asked nice?” Billy Butcher asked Hughie, angrily. The night before they had captured an out of control Supe that was causing problems and brought him in to this company by Neuman that deals with out of control Supes. “Supe collateral damage is down 60%.” Hughie tried to assure him as Frenchie and Kimiko were sitting off the side into their own desks. “Oh, come off it. That's that twɑt Neuman talking.” Butcher argued.

”She has locked up more Supes this year than every other year combined.” Hughie argued. “Then you're a fսcking twɑt. Hughie, you're working with Vought! I'm...” Butcher argued until Kimiko made a loud, discordant music with her keyboard. “Fuck me. I should've done Termite when I had the chance.” Butcher growls.

“Look, look, look, things are good. We're actually winning.” Hughie said. “Winning, are we? Locking up a couple of nobodies ain't winning. They got all the money and all the power, and they want us dead. We're outmanned and outgunned, and we got to put them cսոts in a box before they do it to us.” Butcher shouts. “If you would just compromise a little bit...” said Hughie and this angers Butcher.

"Compromise? Fսck you. Your whole life's a compromise.” Butcher shouts. “Hey, at least I have a fսcking life!” Hughie shouts but then stops when he realized what he said as Butcher glares at him. “I didn't mean that. Look. Look. Can we just stop dancing around this? I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I left.” Hughie said as Kimiko continues to play her keyboard.

”You think I give a shite?” Butcher asked him. “Yeah, I think you do. I think you're pissed that M.M. and I both left.” Hughie said. “M.M. was a bit of a loss. You not so much.” Butcher said then he chuckled a little. “Butcher...it's been a year. You can stop all this. It's okay to stop. To move on. She would've wanted you to.” Hughie tells him as the keyboard music continues until Butcher couldn’t take it anymore.

”Oi, Stevie fսcking Wonder! Will you knock it off? You're doing me fսcking head in! Jesus fսcking Christ. Everyone's losing their fսcking minds.” Butcher shouts and Kimiko recoils back as Frenchie turns to her. “Hey. Forget it.” He whispers to her. “Or maybe they're just trying to be happy.” Hughie argues and Butcher glares at him again before he walks off.

Then Hughie turns to Kimiko. “I thought it sounded great.” He tells her as the door to the office opens then closes and Kimiko smiles at Hughie before she continues to play on her keyboard.

*(y/n)’s POV*

I laughed at the story Bethany was telling me as we sat at a table in this diner, eating lunch. “I mean, it was terrible! Made a mess everywhere!” She tells me, recounting the chaos her two year old grandson did at her house. “Sounds like tyrant.” I joked. “Oh he is but…he does have his cute moments and then I love him all over again.” She said and she gives a smile at this and I smile back.

”Must be nice.” I muttered. “Well, you could have that! My granddaughter told me about these dating apps people use nowadays to met people.” Bethany said and I groan and roll my eyes. “Beth, no…” I groaned and Bethany gives me a frown. “Oh, c’mon, you should met someone!” She said and I shake my head. “No.” I said. “Why not?” She asked me.

”I said no, Beth. I just…I’m not interested.” I said and Bethany gives me a sympathetic look. “Ben really did steal your heart, didn’t he?” She asked me and I frown and set my cup of coffee down on the table. Then she reaches over and places a hand over my hand. “I’m sorry. I know that it’s coming up on the anniversary of his death and it’s always hard on you. But I just…I just want you to be happy. See you smile again.” She tells me as she pats my hand.

”It’s more than he stole my heart, he was my other half. And I just feel…empty…” I said then I sighed. “Maybe we could do something for him on the anniversary?” Bethany suggests and I look over at him and give a small smile to her. “That does sound nice. I might look into that and let you know.” I tell her and she smiles at this. “Okay….” She said and I feel this overwhelming sadness taking over me.

”Excuse me.” I said, doing everything in my power not to burst into tears, and then I head to the bathroom and walk over to the sink. I take a deep breath then let it out, slowly, and look at myself in the mirror. And the moment I look at myself in the mirror, I start to cry.

After I cried in the bathroom for a bit, I clean my face then head back out and finish with my lunch with Bethany. She leaves and I sighed and run my fingers over my eyes as I hear someone take Bethany’s seat. “You’re early.” I said, plainly. “Well, would’ve been here sooner but your friend kept sticking around.” A female voice said and I raise my head up to see Queen Maeve sitting across me, wearing civilian clothes instead of her hero gear.

"You okay?" Maeve asked me, her eyes narrowed with concern. I raise an eyebrow at this then nod. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just...didn't have a good night sleep, is all." I said and I pull my bag towards me, dig into it and pull out the file. "Here is all the information I can give you." I said as I hand her the file.

"Whatever it was that killed Soldier Boy. I'm sure it will kill Homelander." I said as Maeve takes the file and opens it to read it. "I’m sure you know the crap Vought put out about his death is bullshit.” I said and Maeve nods. “I had a hunch. But to be sure, you didn’t see anything or how he died, right?” She asked me and I shake my head. “No, I didn’t. All I remember is that I was fighting alongside him then I was knocked out.” I said and Maeve nods as she closes the file and puts it in her own bag.

"Okay, well, I'll give this to Butcher and I'll see what I can do." Maeve said and I nod. "Just tell your friend that I don't want to be bothered by this. I want to be left alone." I said and she nods. "I understand." Maeve said then she stands up, walks up to me and pats my shoulder. "Thank you." She tells me and I smile at her. She smiles back at me then walks out of the diner while I sit there for a moment before I get up and walk out of the building.

Flashback

“Just follow the answers we gave you and everything will be alright.” Miller tells me as we stand in a back room area. We were in this grand ballroom and Vought wanted to introduce me as the new superhero, so they brought me and Adam into a back room to go over basically my script for questions that the press would ask me.

It had been a couple of months since I got powers and during that time they had to test me and see what kind of powers I would develop. It seems I have strength, the ability to move objects without touching them and some sort’ve shielding powers. They even came up with a name for me, Mystic Shade, and a backstory for me because if they told my real backstory that would make them look bad.

Now my story is I was born with these powers and ever since seeing this awful war that is going on with Germany, I wanted to help out anyway I could.

Vought came up with this to not only give the men someone to oggle at but someone the women could look up to and maybe have them want to help in the war as much as they could.

I stand there as I fidget with my fingers and looking down at my outfit, which was inspired by the nursing outfit the women wore and knee-high white boots. The little white tiara that adorn my head was slipping forward and I push it back in place.

”Darling?” Adam asked me and I look over at him as he holds my hand. I scoff and yank my hand out of his. I was still angry with him and we haven’t really talked much, only time we got together was when we went to bed but nothing would happen except just sleeping the night away.

I look over at Miller and nodded and he smiles then walks out of the room. “How long are you gonna keep acting like this?” Adam asked me. “Just because I can’t divorce you, doesn’t mean I’m gonna forgive you either.“ I replied. “You can’t stay mad at me forever.” He tells me and I turn to him, lean into him as I stare him into his eyes. “Watch me.” I challenged just as the door opens and a young woman comes in.

”Mystic Shade? You’re needed out there.” She said and I take a deep breath and follow her out of the room, leaving Adam alone in the room.

I walk up to the stage as Doctor Vought was at the microphone, talking. Then he turns to me and holds his arm out to me. “Now please welcome the new hero, Mystic Shade!” He said and I push back all of my negative emotions and smile and wave as I walk up to him while the crowd applauded.

I go to Dr. Vought and he shakes my hand then kisses both of my cheeks then leads me to the microphone. Once I get to the microphone, Dr Vought said. “Now, Mystic Shade, will be taking questions.”

And a flood of voices saying over here, over here chanted out and Vought points to a random person. “Yes, you there!” He calls out. “How does it feel to be selected to join by Dr. Vought?” A male voice called out. “Um, it is an incredible opportunity here. And I’m very excited to join.” I replied then more raised hands and voices. Dr Vought pointed out to a different man.

“When did you first discover your powers?” The second man asked me. “I was about fifteen or sixteen years old when I found out. I guess I was alway born with them it just didn’t develop until I became a teenager.” I replied. “And what are they? I mean, what can you do?” The man asked. “Well, I’m strong, I can move objects without touching them and I can make shields to protect myself and people around me.” I replied and there was a series of ooh’s and aah’s across the crowd.

Then another round of hands shooting up in the air and Dr Vought points at another hand. "So, are you gonna help out with the war? If so, how does it feel to be the first woman to be out in the field?" The third man asked. "It is something I never would've imagined but I want to help out not just the country but the people who are involved." I said then another man calls out.

"So what's it feel like to achieve everything you hoped for?" He asked and I paused at this. Truth is I didn't achieve anything, this is all a lie. I wanted to scream that out so badly but I couldn't as I stood there frozen. "I-I, uh..." I stammered then Vought comes up to me and places his hands on my shoulders. "I'm sure she feels fantastic. She's being very modest right now. Not being used to this kind of attention can make anyone freeze. So let's give a hand for our new hero!" Vought said and there was applause and I give a small, weak smile.

Minutes later, I walk out on the balcony and took in a deep breath then let it out. Being in that ballroom suffocated me. I lean against the stone railings of the balcony and took in some quick breathes until anger rose in my chest and I slam my fists down on it, making the stone crack. "Whoa-ho, remind me not to make you angry." A male voice said, a bit of a laugh in his tone.

I jumped at this, not expecting anyone out here, and look to my left to see a man, in a army uniform with a long coat, standing some feet away from me. "I'm not in the mood to talk." I grumbled and I look out on the balcony. "I figured. Saw you up on that stage....and well, here..." he said and I look over at him and see him holding a bottle out to me. "You need this more than me."

"Did you steal that from party?" I asked him. "More like borrowing." He said, shrugging, and I chuckled a bit then take the bottle from him. "Thank you." I said and I begin to drink from it. "I'm guessing rough day?" He asked me. “You could say that.” I muttered and I take another drink from the bottle.

“These Vought parties are never what the public thinks they are. The only good things here are the food, the booze…and the pretty women.” He said and he gives me a flirtatious smile. I giggled a little and smile, which I just realized is my first genuine smile I’ve made in months. “I’m flattered but…I’m married.” I tell him and he has a surprised look on his face.

”I don’t believe that.” He said and I raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh? And why is that?” I asked him. “No sane man, especially a husband, would leave you out here on your own.” He said and I laugh a little again. “Maybe, I wanted to be alone.” I said and he shrugs a little. “You may have a point. But, even so, shouldn’t be out here alone. Some stranger could try to chat you up.” He said. “Like you?” I asked him, smiling, and he chuckles.

”Yeah…” he mutters and we share a small laugh then he holds his hand out to me. “I’m Ben.” He introduces and I take his hand. “(Y/n).” I said as we shake hands. “(Y/n), beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He said and I give a bashful smile to him. “Thank you.” I said then he kisses the back of my hand and I felt my heart leap in my chest.

I haven’t felt this way in a long time, not since I married my husband.

“So, you happily married?” He asked me and my smile falters. “Judging by that frown, I’m guessing not.” Ben said and I sighed. “Just…going through a tough time right now.” I said. “That’s why I never married, when the tough times come in, there’s nothing to tie you down.” Ben said and I nod at this. “I’m starting to think that’s a good idea.” I said before I drink from the bottle again.

At that moment, we hear the door open behind us and I look over my shoulder to see it was Adam. “There you are.” Adam said as he comes up to me. Then he looks over at Ben and seems surprised. “Oh, I see you’re talking to your teammate.” He said and I furrow my brow. “Huh?” I said and Adam places an arm around my shoulder. “This is Soldier Boy. Your partner in the war.” Adam tells me and I was surprised by this.

I have heard the name Soldier Boy but I didn’t know what he looked like since I was trapped in that lab for the last few months.

I look over at Ben and he gives me a smile. “Surprise?” He asked me. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me for not recognizing you, sir.” I said to him. “It’s fine, just don’t go forgetting my face now.” He said, smiling, and I chuckled. “I most certainly will not.” I said and he nods.

”Well, I’ll leave you two alone. I’m sure I’m needed in there.” Ben said as he gestures to the door. And I felt a little sad about him leaving, I was kinda enjoying his company. “You two have a good evening.” Ben said as he walks over to the door. “And you as well.” Adam said then Adam turns to me as I look out on the balcony.

”I see you already starting the night off.” Adam said, gesturing to the bottle of champagne in my hands, but I don’t respond as I look over my shoulder in time to see Ben go to the door. It seemed he sensed me and he looks over his shoulder at me then smiles and gives me a wink before he walks in.

My heart absolutely fluttered at this and I felt my face go red before I look back out on the balcony

Present Day

*3rd Person POV*

"I heard Termite walked. My lead was good. What happened?" Maeve asked, annoyed, as she walks into Butcher's office. Butcher brings up his glass of whiskey up to his lips, stops as he looks at her then shakes his head. "Don't ask." He grumbles and he drinks from his glass.

"Well, we got to talk. I think I have something, thanks to my informant." Maeve said and she hands him a folder. "Informant?" Butcher asked as he takes the file and opens it to see some pages of information and pictures of Soldier Boy. "Soldier Boy. So what?" Butcher said as he looks up at her.

"Remember how he died?" Maeve asked him. "Stopping a nuclear meltdown in Ohio. '83, '84, I think, got buried beneath a reactor. Always thought it was bollocks." Butcher said. "Yeah, you thought right. Read." She tells him and he reads the file.

"What's B.C.L. RED?" He asked. "If you believe the rumors, it's the thing that killed Soldier Boy. My informant said it's some kind of gun or weapon or something. Had to have been a fսcking H-bomb. He was nearly as strong as..." Maeve said as Butcher looks through the file and looks at some pictures.

"If we can find this...weapon or whatever it is, maybe we can use it to blow Homelander's fսcking brains out." Maeve said. "If it is real, not some fսcking fable." Butcher said then he picks up the team-up picture of Payback. "Payback." Butcher mutters before he scoffs. "What a bunch of fսcking wankеrs." He said as he stares at photo. "When The Seven passed them as the number one super team, Crimson Countess sent me a box of cat shit. But not all of them were bad. She was a close friend of Soldier Boy and his ex-girlfriend." Maeve said as she gestures to the photo and points at the red-haired woman in the red outfit who was standing on the right of Soldier Boy.

"And, uh, Gunpowder was his sidekick." She said as she points at the young teen who was standing at Soldier Boy's left. "If anyone knows what happened to him, they do." Maeve said while Butcher noticed Noir in the photo. "Your mate Noir was in Payback. Why don't you ask him?" He asked her and Maeve scoffs. "Even if that walking tumor could talk, it wouldn't be to me." She said and Butcher looks at the photo again and noticed a woman standing on the other side of Gunpowder.

She looked about in her late twenties, her long (h/c) hair was braided and she was wearing a dark blue body-suit and a gold belt and knee high boots, a matching cape on her shoulders.

"Is that...?" Butcher started to ask and Mavee nodded. "Mystic Shade, yeah." She said. "Haven't heard that name in years." Butcher said and Maeve shrugs. "She retired sometime after Soldier Boy's death. She was fucking Soldier Boy." Maeve said as Butcher flips to another photo and this one was of Soldier Boy and Mystic Shade together. They were both smiling and Mystic Shade was hugging Soldier Boy as he had an arm around her waist.

Butcher then looks at Maeve. "Well then, I should be visiting her, not these two knobs." Butcher said but Maeve shakes her head. "No, Mystic Shade is off limits." She said, firmly, and Butcher gives her a curious look. "And why is that, princess?" Butcher asked and Maeve just glares at him.

Suddenly, it clicks with him. "Mystic Shade is your informant, isn't she?" He asked and Maeve averts his gaze and he smiles, knowing he was right. "Fine! Yes, she was the one that gave me this information. But she told me, specifically, that she didn't want to be questioned because this is all she wanted to give." Maeve said and Butcher watches her. "So, please, don't go bothering her." Maeve demanded.

"Well, well, well, didn't know you had such a soft spot for Mystic Shade." Butcher said and Maeve sighs. "We've been in communication for almost a year. Then when she heard about Homelander and all the fucked up things he's done and how I want him gone, she provided this." Maeve said and Butcher gives her a look that basically said he knew there was more to it.

"Fine, she was one of the heroes I looked up to when I was a kid, okay! Unlike most of these assholes, she actually cares about people." Maeve said. "Oh, I doubt that." Butcher said. "Doubt it all you want but it's the truth." Maeve said as she digs into her purse and pulls out a little bag. "Here." She said and Butcher takes the bag, unzips it and sees small vials of green liquid.

"What's this?" He asked her. "It's Temp V. One shot makes you a Supe for 24 hours. I mean, they think. It's still in R&D." Maeve said and Butcher gives her a look. "Oh, great, so powers, maybe. Maybe my bollocks swell up like footballs. Yeah?" Butcher said, sarcastically. "Payback may be a bunch of fսck holes, but they're strong. And they're dangerous. If you're going against them, you're gonna need it." Maeve warns.

"And what makes you think that me, of all people, would want to turn into one of you?" Butcher asked her as he takes a step closer to her. "This is our best chance to kill Homelander. Don't fսck it up." She said.

*(y/n)’s POV*

I sat at the table of my kitchen, staring at the letter I had received in the mail today. I sighed as I reread this damn letter from an old teammate of mine.

Mystic Shade,

I hope this letter finds you well. I know it has been years since we’ve talked or seen each other but I wanna discuss something with you. I can’t do it over the letter, I want to talk, face to face.

Voughtland is having a in memory of the anniversary of Ben’s death tomorrow and I’m gonna be there as a special guest. I’m hoping you could come and I’ll even tell my agent that you’re coming so you can come backstage for free.

I do hope to see you there.

Crimson Countess

”Shit.” I grumbled as I look at the letter. Countess and I were never really close, so her asking to talk to me is beyond weird. But curiosity did peak my interest so I decided that I’ll go and see what she wants.

@winchestergirl1720 @deans-spinster-witch @mimaria420 @wirdbeimaufhebengebunden @kitsun369 @jesllianaquilesrolonsworld @deangirl96

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soelstress · 3 months ago

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Beauty Is Only Skin Deep

Pairing: Jefferson x female!reader

Summary: Jefferson's scar leads to both of you feeling insecure, so you show him what you and Grace see in him.

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI , nsfw , sex/smut, p in v sex , unprotected sex , body insecurity (scarring)

A/N 1 - This is one of two submissions for @mercurial-chuckles Smutber Fest. Thank you for extending the smut fest & apologies this is a few days late! Bit more fluff than smut 😅

A/N 2 - Prompts - Once again I asked a friend to pick up to five prompts for me... and of course I was given five yet again so two stories it is 🙈 The prompts this time are body worshipping , mirror sex and accidental 'I love you' during sex

A/N 3 - GIF from Google Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work

You had been cursed before, living in a land for 28 years where time was frozen. Memories of your true self had been suppressed, replaced by new ones of your alternate life. While the curse had been broken, sometimes it felt difficult to tell what was real and what wasn’t. For example, the opulence of the house that you found yourself in. There weren’t homes like this in the Enchanted Forest unless it was one of the Royal Palaces. Or the devilishly handsome man before you. Your gaze roved over him, taking in his immaculate outfit. A grey patterned shirt matched beautifully with trousers of the same shade, the dark blue waistcoat and scarf adorning his neck provided a burst of colour while also highlighting the colour of his eyes. Never had you encountered such beauty in your land but here in Storybrooke it had found you. And the way this man made you feel with his whispers and touches couldn’t possibly be real.

“Hey”. Two warm fingers gently caught your chin and directed you into a hypnotic blue gaze. His brows were dipped in concern. “Are you all right?”

The touch centered you, your spinning mind slowing but still fuzzy. Courtesy of the drinks from the Rabbit Hole bar which tended to be on the strong side. Blushing, you smiled. “Sorry. I’m not always sure where dreams start and reality ends”.

His eyes crinkled as he chuckled indulgently. “I know something about that”. The hand on your chin moved to stroke your cheek. “Would it be bold to ask if you think I’m real? Or a dream?”

The question caught you off guard. You had been seeing Jefferson for a few months. The man was an enigma. But you could not answer him. You desired so much for your dreams to become reality, a reality where he loved you. But you were too afraid to tell him so. So instead of replying you leaned up and kissed him, continuing your original path to his bed before you had become distracted. Jefferson gently lowered you on the quilt, following without breaking the lip lock. One of your hands gently pulled his carefully disheveled hair while the other tugged at the front of his waistcoat.

With a gasp, Jefferson pulled away and began to reach for the illuminated lamp beside the bed. “Wait”. Your hand caught his arm. “Can… can we please leave the light on? I want to see you”.

Jefferson swallowed hard, his eyes suddenly wide with panic. “Why? Why would you want to see me? You know why I turn the light off”. His hand brushed along the scarf that covered most of his neck, hiding the shameful reminder of abandoning his daughter.

“Jefferson, you remove that scarf when we’re alone and the room is dark. But you’ll only become… intimate when I cannot see you”. Part of you understood why Jefferson wanted to hide his scar but another part couldn’t help feeling slightly insecure that he turned off the light to avoid seeing you. “I know how you feel about the scar. I know you never want Grace to know of it or see it. But do you remember what Doctor Hopper said?” You searched his face but he just stared back at you, unmoving. “You can only move on by embracing the consequences of your actions”. Jefferson shook his head in denial, gently removing your hand from his arm. He climbed off the bed and began to pace. “Grace understands what happened, she’s forgiven you-“

“She shouldn’t have. I abandoned her!” Jefferson yanked at his hair, the brown strands becoming unruly in his despair. Regina had cursed Jefferson to remember his true life in the Enchanted Forest while everyone else had alternate memories, including his daughter Grace. He had suffered all those years without her, keeping himself isolated. “Regina was right. If I truly loved Grace, I would have stayed with her. I should never have left!”

“You wanted to give her a better life. There’s not a parent I know who doesn’t want the best life for their child”. A flicker of annoyance rose as you replayed his answer. “Regina? Really, you’re taking the word of a woman who double crossed you multiple times, left you in Wonderland, cursed a whole realm for vengeance against Snow White and lied to her son, causing him to question his own sanity?” You bit your tongue to stop from asking if he was crazy. He wasn’t, but like you sometimes his mind struggled to handle everything he had faced alone. Standing, you moved behind Jefferson and turned him to face the full length mirror standing opposite the bed.

“I want you to see what your daughter sees. The man who played in the Forest, had tea parties with her and took care of her. The one who she knows would fight to keep her safe. Her Papa who loves her so much that he wanted to give her a better life and watched over her for 28 long years. Jefferson… Grace loves you. She loves you and has forgiven you. Now forgive yourself”.

Tears streamed from Jefferson’s eyes. He took a deep shuddering breath before pulling you out from behind him. Tugging your body flush against his, your back to the mirror with your hands resting on his chest. “And what about you?”

His heart pounded under the material of his waistcoat. “I feel a heart that has endured so much pain but loves effortlessly”. Both of your hands cupped his cheeks, thumbs tenderly tracing over his deep blue eyes that darkened as he watched you. “I see beautiful eyes that have witnessed too much and yet continue to shine every day”. Standing on tiptoe, you watched one thumb trace the plump pillows on his face. His jaw dropped with a soft gasp. “I hear laughter from a tortured soul that smiles despite the darkest days”. Your hands began to slowly undo the buttons of his waistcoat. “Please Jefferson… I understand you wanting to hide the scar… but please… let me see you”. Once the waistcoat was undone, you moved to do the same to his shirt. Jefferson shrugged out of both, letting the material fall to the floor. Filled with awe, your fingers reverently began to glide along his torso. He trembled at the caress, his tortured anguish and fear being conquered by love and acceptance, something he’d never dared hope for. Your hands found his belt, deftly unbuckling it and undoing the button of his trousers. A warm vice grip suddenly stopped your progress. Looking up, you saw Jefferson had stopped crying. Audibly gulping, he guided you with shaking hands to undo the scarf. “No, Jefferson”. Your heart lurched as you tried to tug your hands away, but he held them tightly.

“Please”. His blue eyes sparkled with a combination of desire, fear and pain. “Please”. With the joint effort of your hands and his, the scarf was removed. Cautiously you leaned in to allow for Jefferson to stop you or pull away, but he never did. Your lips brushed over the red angry skin, and he whimpered. Worried, you pulled back but he held you tightly against his neck. “Please”. Butterfly kisses ghosted hesitantly along the scar, sounds of praise and adoration spilling from you. Soft whimpers became gasps as his chest heaved, his hands skimming restlessly up and down your back. “No. No more”. For a moment you panicked that you’d pushed too far until you realised his hands tugged desperately at your clothes. “Need you. Need you now” he rambled, sending fabric flying as he grabbed and squeezed your supple flesh.

Almost absently your hands began to wind into his chocolate curls as you caught his face and kissed him, tongues dueling. When you started to pull back Jefferson looked at you with confusion. “I want to see you” you whispered, praying that he could sense the longing in your body. Murmuring sounds of reassurance, you turned in his arms to meet the reflection in the mirror. Carefully you began guiding him to kneel on the thick carpet before leaning forward to rest on your elbows. Glancing up, your breath caught in your throat. Jefferson’s icy blue gaze burned with yearning, his reflection almost ethereal - strong, determined, beautiful. A whimper escaped you when his body heat enveloped you, his body weight almost forming an intimate cocoon, his hard silky flesh between your legs. Grinding against you, he soaked his cock in your arousal. “Jefferson…” He stilled at the sound of your pleading. Carefully, he guided the tip to your entrance and began to push into you. Your gazes never left each other but you struggled to keep your eyes open at the glorious sensation of being filled. Once buried inside you, he began to move with slow deliberate thrusts. Mewling, you met his movements while watching him. The only sounds filling the room were the slaps of flesh meeting and soft noises of pleasure. Jefferson watched in fascination as your body jiggled and bounced at his every thrust. Encouraging you to lean back against him, his eyes widened at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you. “Beautiful” you murmured, head turning to press a kiss to his scar.

The world shifted as you found yourself empty before Jefferson pushed you flat to the ground and rolled you on your back before entering you again. His rhythm began to increase, his arms holding you tight against him. Mumbling tickled your ear. Jefferson was lost to his mind, but you knew the best thing was to let him come back in his own time. Instead you held him tighter. “It’s good, s’good… feels so good” he babbled, nuzzling into your neck. “Don’t stop… can’t stop… won’t stop”. He shifted slightly, his pelvic bone tapping against your clit. A coil began to build in your belly and you squeezed his length. At your whimper of his name he groaned loudly. “Please… need it. Need you” You wanted so badly to believe he was saying this sincerely, but you knew he was stuck in the depths of his mind. “Ohhh… love this. Love it. Love you”. Your brain froze and your heart stopped as your body shuddered, gently milking him into his orgasm.

Blinking dazedly, his blue eyes cleared and focused on you, worried as he observed your petrified state. When he realised what he had said, instead of denying it as you expected, he blushed slightly. “Not quite the romantic moment I had in mind…”

Blinking, you glanced up shyly at him. “Jefferson, is this real? Do you mean it?”

Head cocked, his dazzling smile restarted your heart. He reached up to the bed and pulled the quilt off, wrapping you both in the luxurious material. “Of course I do. Somewhere in all this madness, I fell for you. You make me feel loved. Wanted. Beautiful” he murmured the last word shyly.

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”. Nuzzling into his neck, you pressed a kiss to the scar before pressing kisses all over his face. “Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring”. Jefferson’s eyes shone brightly at your words. “I love you Jefferson. No matter any curses, madness or ridiculousness we may have to face, we’ll do it together”.

#jefferson mad hatter #jefferson ouat #jefferson x reader #indulge with chuckles #smutty september fest 2024 #sebastian stan characters

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 3 days ago

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Hii!! So o just started rewatching Once Upon A Time, and I just had a thought about Jefferson omg!!

Would it be okay if I request a Jefferson x fem!reader where she is Emma’s sister (technically twin, but Y/n somehow got sent to a later time than Emma, so she’s in her early 20s so she’s younger than Emma)? After the curse is broken they find her at her barista job and she comes back to Storybook with them (after the Charmings prove they’re her parents and Emma is her sister). Anyways, she moves in with her parents and gets super close with them and the rest of her family (and everyone in storybook) and she happens to meet Jefferson when she’s checking out the bookstore in town? She immediately draws his eyes and he definitely flirts with her!! Anyways, they start dating in secret until her parents come across them cuddling (in Y/n’s defense her parents weren’t supposed to be home yet lol). David being soo protective like he was when he found out Hook was seeing Emma, and Mary being so shook lol, also Emma would be kind of shook too lol after her experience with him. Y/n and Jefferson just really love each other a lot, and his daughter really wants her dad to marry Y/n because she wants her to be her Mom🥹

True Love » Jefferson/Mad Hatter

Pairings: Jefferson x Female Reader

Summary: You and Jefferson find true love in each other shortly after the curse is broken.

Warnings: Fluff, tiny bit of Angst (not Jefferson), language, kissing, crying (happy tears), pet names

A/N: Thank you for the lovely request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

A/N #2: I’m still catching up on Once Upon A Time since I haven’t watched it in a while. I apologize if I get anything wrong.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

Immediately after the curse was finally broken, Emma went to find her parents with Henry, only to find out that her parents are Prince Charming and Snow White.

“Where’s your sister?” Snow asks.

“Sister? I have a sister?” Emma asks, looking from her mom to her dad.

“You have a twin sister. Her name is Y/N. Although, the curse may have affected her differently.” Charming tells her.

“What do you mean differently?” She asks.

Henry opened his book and flipped to the page you’re on and handed it to Emma. Emma took the book from Henry and read your part of the story. She was taken by surprise by what she read.

“Y/N got sent later in time, but she looks younger than me.” Emma reads aloud, looking up at her parents.

Snow and Charming nodded, confirming it.

“Where is she?” She asks.

“I know where she is.” Henry chimes in.

“Take me to where she is, Henry.” Emma says.

Henry nods with a smile and started walking with Emma, Snow, and Charming following behind him. They didn’t have to walk far. You were working at a coffee shop a street away.

“Where is she?” Emma asks, looking around the coffee shop.

“She’s the lady pouring coffee.” Henry says, pointing at you.

Emma looks over at you, looking at you for a moment before walking over to the counter.

“Hi! What can I get you guys?” You asked politely.

“I- Is there anyway that we can talk to you for a moment?” Emma asks.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before calling one of your coworkers over to take over for you. You followed Emma, Henry, Snow, and Charming to a table and sat down.

“What do you guys want to talk about?” You asked.

“I know this is going to sound crazy and trust me, I thought it was crazy at first too, but I’m your twin sisters and they’re your parents.” Emma tells you.

Your eyebrows shot up. You were caught by surprise.

“What?” You asked, making sure you heard her right.

“It’s true.” Snow says.

You sat there completely speechless. Henry opened his book and flipped it to the page that explains everything.

“This will help.” Henry says, putting the book in front of you.

You read the pages you’re on. The book confirms everything for you. Prince Charming and Snow White are your parents and Emma is your twin sister.

“How is this possible? How are you and I twins if I’m younger than you?” You asked, looking at Emma.

“From what I just learned, there was a curse that was just broken and when it was casted you got sent a little further in time than me.” Emma explains.

“Who casted the spell?” You asked.

“The Evil Queen.” Charming says.

You leaned back against the chair, trying your best to process everything you just learned.

“Everything we’re telling you is true, Y/N.” Snow says.

“It came as a shock to me as well.” Emma says.

“We would like to get to know you, if you’re ok with that.” Charming says.

You thought about it for a moment. You spent your whole life trying to figure out who your parents are and now that they’re sitting in front of you, along with your twin sister, you want to get to know that.

“I would like that.” You say softly, making them smile.

Over the next few months, you got to know your family and you ended up moving in with your parents. Today, you were going to a bookstore. You accidentally bumped into someone when you were trying to open the door to the bookstore.

“I am so sorry!” You apologized. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking.” You say.

“No need to apologize. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking either.” The man says with a small chuckle.

When you looked up at him, you couldn’t help but notice how pretty and how blue his eyes are. You got lost in them.

“Forgive me for staring, but you have very pretty eyes.” You complimented.

“I’m pretty sure all of the prettiness is reserved for you, darling.” He compliments flirtatiously, flashing a smile at you and making you blush. “I’m Jefferson.” He says, holding his hand out for you to shake.

“I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself, shaking his hand.

“If it’s ok with you, I’d like to take you out on a date.” Jefferson says with a hopeful smile.

“I’d love that.” You smiled.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at 7pm.” He says.

“See you tomorrow.” You smiled.

You walked inside the bookstore with a smile on your face. All you could think about is your date with Jefferson. Instead of buying a book, you went straight home to look for something cute to wear on your date with him tomorrow night.

You and Jefferson got really close after a few dates. Jefferson found out you’re one of the daughters of Snow White and Prince Charming. You found out he has a daughter named Grace who you met the other. Jefferson brought her into the coffee shop you work at for you two to meet and you two get along perfectly. Shortly after meeting Grace, you and Jefferson made it official. Except, your parents don’t know about it. As of right now, you and Jefferson are cuddling in your bedroom.

“Grace really likes you.” Jefferson says, gently rubbing your back.

“I like her too. She’s a great kid.” You say, playing with his scarf.

“She is.” He smiles.

You looked up at him, admiring his handsome features.

“You’re staring, sweetheart.” Jefferson says, looking down at you.

“No I’m not. I’m simply admiring how handsome my boyfriend is.” You say.

“Well, in that case…” He kisses you. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He says softly.

You smiled and blushed before leaning up to kiss him softly and passionately. The kiss got cut short when your parents walked in your bedroom.

“Y/N!” Charming says loudly.

You and Jefferson separated from each other to see your parents standing in the doorway of your room.

“Mom, dad, what are you guys doing home early?” You asked, your face red with embarrassment.

“We should be asking you why he’s in your bed.” Charming says, gesturing to Jefferson and narrowing his eyes at him.

To save yourselves from even more embarrassment, Jefferson got off your bed.

“I’ll see myself out.” Jefferson grabbed his jacket. “I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.” He says softly, kissing your cheek.

You gave him a smile and watched him leave.

“Dad, why would you do that?” You asked.

“I didn’t do anything. You had the Mad Hatter over without our permission.” He says.

“Him and I were just cuddling. That’s what boyfriends and girlfriends do.” You say.

Your parent’s eyes went wide when you said that.

“Sweetie, did you say boyfriend and girlfriend?” Snow asks, making sure she heard you right.

Your eyes went wide.

“Yes.” You mumbled.

Charming shook his head and walked out of your room.

“I love him, mom and he loves me.” You tell her. “Don’t make us break up. Him and I are happy together. What we have is true love.” You say.

“I’ll talk to your father.” She says.

You nodded as she walked out of your room.

“Darling?” Snow says softly as she walks in the living room where Charming is.

“I don’t want our daughter dating the Mad Hatter.” Charming says.

“She’s in love and happy with him.” She says.

“He’s a mad man.” He says.

“Don’t you want our daughter to be happy?” She asks.

“Yes. Just not with him.” He says.

“Whether we like it or not, she’s not going to break up with him.” She says.

Charming thought about it for a moment. All he wants is for his daughters to be happy. As much as he doesn’t like Jefferson, he makes you happy.

“Ok, fine.” Charming sighs. “Y/N, come here please!” He calls out.

You went downstairs to the living room where your parents are.

“Are you going to make me break up with Jefferson?” You asked, your eyes tearing up.

“As much as I don’t like him, no. I want you to be happy. You can stay with him.” Charming tells you.

You smiled and hugged both of your parents. They hugged you back and smiled.

“I love you guys so much!” You say.

“I want to give him a talk though.” He says.

“What kind of talk?” You asked.

“I just want to tell him what’s going to happen if he ever breaks your heart.” He says.

“He won’t do that, dad.” You say.

“I just want to be sure.” He says.

The next day, Jefferson and Grace met you at the coffee shop you work at. It’s something they do frequently after Jefferson picks Grace up from school. Jefferson gets Grace a hot chocolate and a treat and gets himself a tea as usual.

“Y/N!” Grace exclaims excitedly.

“Hi, Grace!” You smiled.

Grace ran over to you, greeting you with a hug. Jefferson greeted you with a kiss on your lips.

“How much more does your father hate me?” Jefferson asks.

“Not as much as you’d think. He wants to talk to you.” You say.

You got Jefferson and Grace their drinks and treats. They always sit at a table and wait for you to finish work.

“What does your father want to talk to me about?” Jefferson asks as you, him, and Grace walk inside your parent’s house.

“He just wants to make sure you don’t break my heart.” You say.

“You know I’m not going to do that, sweetheart.” He says, pecking your lips softly.

As a father himself, Jefferson understands why Charming wants to talk to him. He would do the same thing if it were Grace.

“Mom, dad! I’m home!” You announced throughout the house.

You found your parents in the living room.

“Hi, sweetie.” Snow smiles. “Let’s go to the kitchen so your father can talk to Jefferson.” She says.

You nodded and followed your mom to the kitchen with Grace following right beside you.

“Jefferson.” Charming says.

“Charming.” Jefferson says.

There was an awkward silence between the two men for a moment before Charming said something.

“Y/N tells me and Snow that you two are in love.” Charming says.

“That’s right.” Jefferson confirms. “Your daughter makes me happy.” He says.

Charming stared at him for a few seconds to see if he was telling the truth, in which he is.

“You have a daughter so I’m sure you’d say the same thing if the roles were reversed.” Charming begins. “If you break my daughter’s heart, I’ll hurt you in the same way you hurt her.” He says.

“I’m not going to break her heart. I love her and so does my daughter. She’s an amazing influence for Grace.” Jefferson says.

Emma walks in the house, walking in the living room, accidentally interrupting yours and hers dad’s conversation with Jefferson.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I thought mom and Y/N were in here.” Emma says.

“They’re in the kitchen with Grace.” Charming tells her.

Emma nods and looks at Jefferson, narrowing her eyes at him before going to the kitchen.

“Why’s dad talking to Jefferson?” Emma asks as she sat down at the table.

“He wants to tell him to not break my heart.” You say.

“Not to break your heart? What do you mean?” She asks.

“Papa and Y/N are boyfriend and girlfriend.” Grace tells Emma.

A shocked expression formed on Emma’s face when Grace told her that.

“You and Jefferson are dating?” Emma asks.

“Yes.” You answered.

“For how long?” She asks.

“A few weeks.” You answered.

“Maybe you can be my new mom!” Grace chimes in excitedly.

You stared at Grace in surprise when she said that.

“They would have to get married first before she can be your new mom, Grace.” Snow says.

“I know.” Grace smiles.

A few months later, Jefferson asked you to move in with him and Grace, which you happily did. Grace sees how much you and her papa love each other. It makes her happy to see her papa happy.

“Papa, when are you going to ask Y/N to marry you?” Grace asks curiously.

“Some time real soon. Why do you ask, sweetie?” Jefferson asks.

“I want her to be my new mom.” She says.

Jefferson smiles softly at his daughter.

“Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?” He asks softly.

“Yes!” She answers, nodding her head eagerly. “I love her like she’s my mom!” She says.

“I love her too.” He smiles. “I’m going to show you something, but you have to promise to not tell Y/N.” He says.

“I promise, papa!” She promises.

Jefferson took a small box out of his pocket and opened it, showing Grace the diamond ring in it.

“Is this for Y/N?” Grace whispers.

“Yes. What do you think of it?” Jefferson asks softly.

“It’s shiny and pretty. Y/N will love it.” She smiles.

“I hope she will.” He smiles.

Jefferson closed the small box and put it back in his pocket at the same time you walked in the living room.

“I was wondering where you two were.” You say as you sat down on the couch.

“Papa and I were talking about you.” Grace says.

“All good things I hope.” You say.

“All good things.” Jefferson smiles. “Grace, can you play in your room for a little bit? I have to talk to Y/N about something important.” He says.

Grace nods before carefully sliding off the couch and went to her room to play.

“I have to ask you an important question, my love.” Jefferson says softly.

You watched as Jefferson stood up and got a small box out of his pocket. He got down on one knee in front of you. You gasped softly when he opened the small box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring.

“When we met, I knew we’d be together forever. I know how true our love for each other is. I love what a great mother figure for Grace. I love you with all of my heart. Will you marry me?” He asks.

“Yes!” You answered, happy tears rolling down your cheeks.

Jefferson smiles widely and put the ring on your finger. He then kissed you passionately, gently cupping your cheeks.

“Let’s tell Grace.” Jefferson almost whispers.

You nodded and stood up. You two walked hand in hand to Grace’s bedroom to see her playing with her new stuffed bunny.

“Grace, we have amazing news.” Jefferson says.

“What is it?” Grace asks, putting her bunny down.

“Your papa and I are getting married.” You tell her, showing her your engagement ring.

Grace squeals happily and gave you two a hug.

“Does this mean I can call you mom or mama?” Grace asks curiously, looking up at you.

“Of course you can, sweetie.” You smiled. “I want you to know that I’m not replacing your real mom in any way.” You say softly.

“I know.” She almost whispers. “I love you, papa. I love you, mama.” She says, still hugging you and Jefferson.

“We love you too, sweetie.” You and Jefferson say in union softly.

Later that same day, you were laying in bed, admiring your engagement ring with a smile on your face.

“Mrs. Mad Hatter suits perfectly, don’t you think?” Jefferson says with a smile on his face.

“It’s absolutely perfect.” You almost whispered.

Jefferson got in bed next to you and kissed you sweetly.

“You’re going to be an amazing mom to Grace.” He says softly.

“I think so too.” You say.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He murmurs softly, kissing you softly.

“I love you too, my Mad Hatter.” You whispered, kissing him back.

🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩

-Bucky’s Doll

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navybrat817 · 3 months ago

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Jefferson making you cookies for a private tea party. "Drink Me" for him to fuck your throat and "Eat Me" for him to eat your delicious pussy. Even better when you suggest both at time same time.

#navy's feeling naughty #naughty post #jefferson #jefferson ouat #jefferson x reader #jefferson x female reader #x reader #jefferson smut

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guilty-pleasures21 · 1 year ago

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The health checkup

Patient!Miguel x Doctor!Reader ?! I'm just crazy for shy Miguel, okay?! 😍

Warnings: manipulation for sex and explicit descriptions of sex (male x female).

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“Dr O’Hara?” Miguel looked up at the sound of his name and the nurse gestured for him to head to the examination room. “The doctor is ready to see you now.” Miguel strode over to the door and knocked on it before entering. It was just his yearly checkup with his usual doctor - the older man he’d been seeing for years. But the doctor sitting in the chair when he walked in was neither old nor a man.

“Doctor O’Hara?” the unfamiliar doctor inquired, looking up from her computer to flash him a warm smile as she did so. She was really pretty: tumbling curls, almond-shaped eyes, rosy lips. Miguel cleared his throat suddenly, realising he’d been staring.

“Uh, it’s academic,” he elaborated, lowering his gaze as he took the empty seat beside her desk. “But … you’re not Dr Jefferson.”

“Good observation, Dr O’Hara,” the young doctor teased him. “Looks like your eyesight is all on point. Now let’s check your blood pressure.” He held his arm out so she could strap the monitor around it. Then she pressed the ‘start’ button before turning her attention back to him.

“I’m X, by the way,” she introduced herself finally. “I don’t know if Dr Jefferson told you before, but he’ll be retiring soon, so we’re starting to transfer his patients to other doctors.”

Right. Dr Jefferson had told him that, when Miguel had come in for a nasty cough a while back. But did that mean that this new, unnecessarily cute little doctor was going to be his regular from now on? “Oh, yeah. I’m Miguel.”

“Nice to meet you, Miguel.” She flashed him that pretty little smile again, then removed the monitor before pulling out her penlight. “So, Miguel, what are you a doctor in?”

He flinched a little as she shone the pen into his eyes, but she finished rather quickly before moving on to his ears. “Uh, genetics.”

“Ooh, fancy!” She sat back down in front of him and took hold of his chin and he opened his jaw to allow her a glimpse of the back of his throat. “I was thinking of specialising in that at one point.” She placed her penlight back into her pocket, then turned around to prepare the syringe and tube for taking a sample of his blood.

“But?” Miguel asked, the nervous fluttering of his stomach getting drowned out by his curiosity now. She shrugged, then turned back to him to clean the inside of his elbow.

“I dunno. I quite liked looking after patients.” She tied a band around his upper arm, then tapped on his skin to find the vessel. “So I thought I’d stick to it.” Miguel felt a slight pinch as she stuck the needle in, but he kept his gaze fixed on her as she drew his blood.

“How old are you?” he inquired, his eyes narrowing in thought. She seemed pretty young to be working on her own already. Not that it made him doubt her abilities in any way! It just made him think that maybe she was really smart - another one of the boxes on his checklist ticked off. Not that he’d been counting or anything. Then, realising that the question might come across as offensive, he quickly added “if you don’t mind me asking!”

X removed the syringe and set the tube of blood down on the sampling tray. “Twenty-seven.”

His eyes widened in surprise: she was four years younger than him! He didn’t think doctors could start practising on their own until they were at least thirty or something. “Wow, that’s … pretty impressive.”

X turned back around to face him and shot him a little wink that had his stomach flipping over.

“I’m a fast learner,” she joked. She reached into a drawer and took out a small tube, then she stood up and started pulling on some gloves. “Could you get on the bed, Miguel? I’ll be conducting your prostate exam now. It should only take a minute or two.”

Miguel felt his entire body heat up at her request - he’d completely forgotten about that part of the checkup! But how the hell was he supposed to let this pretty little doctor stick her fingers up his ass?! “Uh, right.”

Miguel walked over to the bed and started undoing his belt and zip, making sure to keep himself turned away from her. Dios, this was so awkward! Or maybe he was just making it awkward? She was a doctor, after all: she’d probably done this a hundred other times, with a hundred other men. He dropped his pants and underwear and climbed up onto the bed, waiting as she coated her fingers with the lube she’d taken out.

“I love it when a man knows how to listen,” X joked, placing her hands on his cheeks. Joder. How could she say that? How could she tease him like that when her slender fingers were gliding all over his skin and gently prodding around in his ass? F*ck. “Are you sexually active?”

“Uh, yes. But not recently!” Coño, why did he say that? And so quickly too, like he wanted her to know he was available or something? Available for what?! “I’ve just … been a little busy with work lately.”

“Hmm.” He was really cute, the way he kept shifting around and clearing his throat and sneaking nervous glances at her. And so hot too, with his dark hair and his sculpted features and his perfectly crafted physique. Shit. She was so glad Dr Jefferson had decided to retire. “What kind of work do you do?”

“Just research,” Miguel responded vaguely, too distracted by the feeling of her long fingers brushing against him to focus on anything else. Finally, she pulled away from him and he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. Bien, it was over. Now he could leave and request to be transferred to a different doctor - someone older and meaner who wouldn’t make him start getting hard every time they so much as smiled at him. Mierda, he was such an idiot.

“Feels good!” X informed him, taking a step back so he could push himself up off the bed. “Should we do a fertility check now?”

A what? Dr Jefferson had never suggested such a thing before. Miguel twisted his head back to look at her before posing the question. “A what?”

“A fertility check,” she repeated, already feeling her underwear starting to get damp at the thought of his cock. “Don’t tell me Dr Jefferson never did one for you.”

She said it so casually, like it was a normal part of the examination that he’d maybe missed out on. So maybe Dr Jefferson had just forgotten about it?

“Um, no.” He pulled his underwear back up over his waist and then turned around to face her. “What does it involve?” He glanced up at her briefly and felt the blood begin to redirect itself to his cock at the mischievous glint in her eyes. But it was a ‘fertility’ check - what else was he supposed to think it would involve?

“Well, first,” X began, taking a slow step towards him. “I’m going to want to make sure that your testicles are all in order: no abnormal lumps or anything like that. Then I’m going to need a sample of your sperm.”

She placed her hands on the bed - in the space between his legs, right in front of his rapidly hardening cock - and tilted her head as she gave him a challenging smirk. “Are you up for that, Dr O’Hara?”

He swallowed hard and shifted in position as he thought about it - as he tried to think about it, all his thoughts currently focused on if she tasted as sweet as she smelled. But coño, she was his p*nche doctor, for f*ck’s sake! How disrespectful of him to be having such thoughts about her! “Uh, if … if you think it’s necessary.”

Shit, he was so cute! How could someone so hot be so nervous?! She straightened and tried not to let her lips stretch too wide as she lowered her gaze to his crotch. “Pants off, please.”

Miguel glanced away from her and cleared his throat as he slid his underwear back down. His eyes flickered back up to her when she didn’t do anything, and he felt his cock twitch when he saw the way she bit her lip at the sight of him. F*ck.

Wow. He was hard? Already? For her? X looked up to find him already looking at her, and he dropped his gaze quickly when their eyes met. She grinned and got down on her knees to pull his pants off entirely.

She was … a little enthusiastic in the way she ripped his pants off. But maybe she just wanted to get it over with? She was probably busy, after all, with a whole list of patients to get through today. And that was the last rational thought he could remember having, because then her hands were on his balls, her fingers stroking and kneading him so carefully, so gently. Miguel sucked in a breath and gripped onto the edges of the bed at the sensation and she looked up at him in question.

“Everything all right, doctor?” she asked, a hint of teasing in her voice as she said it. F*ck, this was so embarrassing! How could he be getting hard for his doctor while she was just trying to conduct a routine exam? Miguel didn’t trust himself to keep his voice steady if he spoke, so he settled for just nodding instead. X grinned and turned her attention back to his cock, the tip already red and swollen for her.

“Miguel …” she began slowly, licking her lips at the sight of his engorged cock - he was so big, she couldn’t even wrap her fingers all the way around him! Shit, he was hot! “Do you think I could … use my hands? Without the gloves, I mean. I could … get a better feel of things …”

She fluttered her eyelashes up at him pleadingly and f*ck, how could he resist her when she was looking up at him like that, her dark eyes all wide and pretty? He nodded again and she took off her gloves before returning her hands back to his cock.

Coño, it felt even better; having her smooth skin running over his cock and brushing along his length so delicately. She circled his slit with her thumb while she moved her other hand back to his balls and he had to bite down on his tongue to stop a groan from escaping his throat.

She wished he wasn’t so shy - she wanted to hear the satisfied groans and moans fall from his lips as she played with him. He just had such a nice voice, so deep and so gentle, and she’d have loved to hear him vocalise the pleasure he was deriving from having her hands all over him. Maybe she should try something else?

“Miguel,” X called to him, her gaze fixed on his cock as she stroked and squeezed him gently. “I’m … running out of lubricant. Do you mind if I …”

She looked up at him and licked her lips and he felt his heart start thudding in his chest at the hungry look in her eyes. ¡P*ta madre! How was it even possible for her to get any prettier?! Sitting there in between his legs, her delicate hands pumping his cock slowly, the tip just inches from her mouth. He knew exactly what she was asking him without her even having to finish the sentence. Miguel found himself nodding in agreement and X’s features lit up with delight.

She leaned forward and gave his tip a kitten lick - so light he barely felt it. Then she dragged her tongue harder against his slit and his entire body shuddered at the feeling. She snickered at his response, then swirled her tongue around his length, her head moving forward slowly so she could pull him into her mouth. And then he was inside of her, her mouth warm and wet around his cock, her tongue trailing along his length as she bobbed her head up and down.

“F*ck!” Miguel exclaimed, digging his fingers into the bed. X chuckled at his response, then pulled him deep into her mouth before giving a satisfied moan. Miguel shivered again as the vibrations of her voice danced along his length and then he let out a low groan. Coño, he wished he could reach out and grab her head, hold her in position while he f*cked that pretty little mouth of hers. Mierda, she felt good.

Holy shit! Holy shit, he sounded so good! And he felt amazing too, sitting there so obediently while she licked and sucked on his dick. She dragged her fingernails along his thighs and let out another moan before pushing her head forward, taking him all the way into her mouth and then swallowing around him.

“F**********ck!” Miguel’s head fell back in pleasure and he bit his lip as his cock began throbbing inside her mouth. Then she pulled her head back, dragging him out of her mouth before she sat back to look up at him.

“Miguel.” She swallowed hard at the sight of him, his chest heaving with shallow breaths, his eyes glazed over with lust, and her stomach flipped. “I don’t … want to get anything on my clothes. Are you all right if I take them off? Just until I get the sample!”

She gave him an innocent look, blinking her curly lashes up at him as she waited for his response. But f*ck, he could see the mischief hovering on the edges of her expression, her rosy lips curling at the ends as she let her fingers go back to stroking and fisting his cock. Did he really feel that good? So good that she refused to let any part of her body lose contact with his? Or was she just trying to be a good doctor and get him to come so she could get a sample of his sperm? She ran her tongue across her lips, licking up the prec*m smeared all over them, and he felt his cock give another twitch at the sight. X grinned, delighted, and Miguel guessed that he must have nodded his head without even realising it. Because then she was standing in front of him, her pretty little body completely bare before him so that he could trail his eyes over her tanned skin and her perky tits and her perfectly curved waist. “Mierda.”

His cock jerked at the sight of her naked and X giggled before climbing up onto the bed and straddling him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward, bringing her mouth close to his.

“I’m still going to need that sample, Dr O’Hara,” she informed him, her voice low and seductive as she spoke. She tilted her head and he followed the movement, his lips chasing hers instinctively. She grinned at the dazed look on his face and pressed her lips to his gently, brushing them against his as she spoke. “Are you going to give it to me? Are you gonna … Are you gonna come for me, Miguel? Or am I gonna have to make you?”

He slid his hands along her sides as they kissed, groaning at the feeling of her tongue tangling with his - mierda, she tasted sweet - then he lowered his hands to her ass and dug his fingers into her soft flesh before tugging her even closer to him. “F*ck, you’re so soft. And so f*cking pretty.”

X chuckled against his lips as she continued to move her mouth against his, her hands sliding into his hair to tangle in the strands. “Prettier than Dr Jefferson?”

Miguel didn’t respond, choosing instead to move his hands around to her breasts as he continued to lick into her mouth. X gasped as he began to knead her breasts gently, then she felt her p*ssy start to leak again as he circled her nipples with his thumbs.

“Mmm, Miguel,” she squeaked into his mouth, her body beginning to contract as he stimulated her. She sank against his chest and he nipped at her lower lip before wrapping his arms around her waist and moving his lips to her neck. Her head fell back as he grazed his teeth along her throat, and she let out a whimper when he nibbled on her collarbone before kissing and licking his way back up to her jaw. “Miguel, do you … Do you want to take your shirt off? You seem … You seem to be running a little hot, Dr O’Hara.”

“Mmm,” Miguel moaned against her skin as he glided his hands up her back. He was too focused on how soft she felt in his arms to pay attention to what she was saying. “Hmm? Yeah, whatever.”

X let her hands drift down to the hem of his shirt as he continued to press open-mouth kisses to her neck and shoulder, then she pulled his shirt off.

“Shit,” she groaned, licking her lips at the sight of his broad chest and hard abdomen. She ran her hands along his glistening skin, appreciating the defined ridges of his muscles, then wrapped herself around him so that her breasts were pressing into his chest. “Mmm, Miguel.”

She started kissing him again, rolling her hips against his and delighting in how warm he felt against her, his bare skin sliding against her own. He gripped onto her ass and she giggled as he started moving her harder against him, her soaked p*ssy rubbing against his stiff cock.

“Miguel,” X began again, moving her lips to his neck so she could lick the sweat off of his skin. Shit, he tasted good. “Aren’t you gonna come for me, doctor? Aren’t you …” She let out another soft moan and Miguel squeezed her ass again in response.

“You want me to come for you?” he asked, slipping his hand in between their bodies to try to find his cock. “You want me to come for you, princesa? I’ll come for you, just … just let me …” He fumbled with his cock, trying to guide it into her hole as she continued to lick and nibble on his neck. Mierda, how was she so wet already? How could she be so aroused by him when he hadn’t even done anything - just sat there and listened to what she’d said? Was she just that attracted to him? Joder, that was hot.

“Mmm, you need some help, Miguel?” X asked, grinning when she felt him trying to slide himself into her. “You need to feel my p*ssy squeezing around this deliciously huge cock of yours before you let me get a taste of your c*m?”

“F************ck!” Miguel groaned, his head falling back in pleasure at her dirty words. How could she say that? How could his pretty little doctor just sit there and suck on his dick? And then climb up on top of him and tease him with her tight little body? F*ck, she was hot. X leaned forward and nipped at his jaw and he sighed at the feeling before returning his gaze to hers. She continued to fix him with that naughty grin as she curled her fingers around his cock and started sliding him into her.

He dug his fingers into her waist and kept his eyes locked on her face as she wriggled her hips, taking him deeper and deeper into her body. And then he was balls deep inside of her, her warm and wet p*ssy throbbing around his cock pleadingly, and he didn’t think he’d ever felt so good in his life. She reached up to brush her fingers along his cheek, and he clenched his jaw as her body contracted around him.

“Miguel!” she whimpered, her lips twisting into a sweet little pout that had him growling and thrusting himself into her insistently.

“Yes?” he asked her, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he kept them trained on her face. “Yes, doctor?” Carajo, she felt good, so soft and so f*cking tight around his dick. She gripped onto his shoulders as her body contorted with another contraction and he bit down on her shoulder as his abdomen began to tighten. X slid her fingers into his hair and continued whining and moaning as he kept pumping his cock in and out of her p*ssy. It drove him crazy, the little sounds she kept making, and it wasn’t long until he was coming inside of her, his warm and sticky c*m shooting into her cervix and painting her walls white. She shuddered at the feeling of him filling her up, and then she was coming too, her tight little p*ssy squeezing around his dick and milking him for all he was worth. He kept his arms around her and held her against him until she was done, then she straightened.

“Mmm, your flow rate seems good, Dr O’Hara,” she told him, smiling against his mouth as he pressed soft kisses to her lips. She slid her tongue into his mouth and swirled it around before pulling back and getting up off of him. Miguel shifted in position as she began picking her clothes off the floor, his body heating up in embarrassment at the sight of the c*m soaking his thighs.

“Uh, don’t you … don’t you need to take a sample?” he asked her, staunchly refusing to meet her gaze. X turned back to him and grinned when she saw him getting all shy again. She bent over and took hold of his cock, bringing her mouth centimetres away from it as she looked up at him. Then she parted her lips and dragged her tongue along his length before closing her mouth around him and licking him up. Miguel sucked in a breath and gripped onto the edge of the bed as she let out a satisfied moan. Finally, she released him with a wet ‘pop’ and stood up again, flashing him a naughty grin.

“Tastes healthy,” she informed him, sliding her hand up his chest. She leaned forward to kiss him again, spreading the salty taste of him over to his mouth, then she nipped at his lower lip before pulling away from him. “That will be all for today, Dr O’Hara. Don’t forget to make a follow-up appointment with the nurse on the way out - we still have to discuss the results of your blood test.”

“Uh, right.” He swallowed hard at the thought of seeing her again; of having to come in and act like nothing had ever happened - like they hadn’t just had sex on her examination bed! But … he did want to see her again. Just … not like this. Miguel slipped his shirt and underwear back on, then fiddled with his belt before pulling his pants back up over his legs. “You know, I could … If you gave me your number, we could … we could always discuss my results over dinner … or something …”

He glanced at her from beneath his eyelashes and bit his lip as he waited for her response. Her heart fluttered in her chest at the sight of him nervous before her - at him asking her out! - then she turned back to her desk and grabbed a piece of paper to scrawl her number on it. She swivelled back around to pass him the paper, but pulled her hand away before he could take it.

“Or,” she suggested instead, her mind working quickly to come up with a retort, “how about we discuss your results at that follow-up appointment, and then talk about something else at dinner?”

She held the piece of paper out to him and his lips curled at the corners as he took it from her. “I’d like that, X.”

X’s smile stretched even wider at his response and she adjusted her shirt before heading back to her desk. “I’ll see you soon, Miguel!”

Before the week was up, if he had anything to say about it. He grinned and gave her a little salute before making his way to the door. “I’ll see you soon, Dr X.”

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that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald · 1 year ago

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I’ve been getting into life is strange and I was always curious. What if Mark Jefferson had a daughter and they moved because his wife just left him a note and ran off. His anger comes out and destroys the apartment. He manipulates his kid when this happens, wanting to maintain the little control he has. They move to Arcadia Bay and his kid adjusts well considering. Then he takes Nathan under his wing to help get his hobby going. Then he finds out that Nathan has been taking photos of his daughter when she’s not looking…….serial killer side of him comes out and makes it very clear to Nathan his daughter is off limits from their little hobby.

—❢ー

×A/N×

omg I really love the last sentence of this

I mean- I love all of this, but-

I know that it would be better if I would write an oneshot of this, but the last time when I did the same thing with a promised oneshot, the work was... pretty bad-

I hope you don't mind it! ^^"

Btw I'm happy about you're planning to join to the LiS community, or at least you're curious/interested about it! Unfortunately in my social group there aren't really people who knows the fandom, so I'm always happy about new fans! ^^

And sorry bc I didn't answer this inbox, I just wanted to get done with the Welcome Home headcanons :")

Anyway, in these hcs I will be a bit negative about Mark, but I still love him -//w//-

(I'm actually planning to write more x readers about him-)

×❢ About my work ❢×

fluff and definitely not fluff, dad moments, Mark is not the greatest father, there's also my thoughts in this, pls forgive him, this is not x reader, (bad) father-daughter realtionship, no pronouns used, but the reader is female, spelling mistakes, mention of kidnapping, mention of the Dark Room

Fandom: Life is Strange (1)

Charcter(s): Mark Jefferson, Mark's daughter|You| (Y/N) | The Reader, Nathan Prescott (mentioned), Warren Graham (mentioned), Max Caulfield (mentioned), Rachel Amber (mentioned)

Ship(s): Warren Graham x Reader (ex.), Nathan Prescott x Reader (ex.), Max Caulfield x Reader (ex.)

Type: Headcanons

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𝐈𝐟 (𝐘/𝐍) 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫… (𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐜𝐬)

—❢—

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈: Hayloft by Mother Mother

(A.n: 'Cause this is the next on my playlist and I love it so much lol)

“My daddy's got a gun

You better run”

—❢ー

Oki, let's start with some sweet ones:

• If he's not tired, then prepare for breakfast in bed

• "Did you sleep good, hon?"

• morning kisses 🥺❤

• while you cry on him, he would gently caress you

• "Shh, it's okay, sweetheart."

Now, some serious stuff:

• He wouldn't be the greatest father tho, I think

• still, I think he would be protective about his daughter

• 'cause of his hobby and about boys in general lol

• Seriously I think he would feel safer if you would chose girls instead

• but it's your choice ofc

• He will definitely talk about his job and of photography ofc

• If his daughter not interested, then he won't push it

• ofc, he will be a bit bitter

• but he understands it

• Although, he will mention or talk about it just a bit sometimes

• But if you are interested in photography

• be prepared that photography will be you two's first or at least second topic

• he's a real teacher, so you won't have problem to learn from him

• Actually I think he would be happy about that there's something that you both can talk about

• (at least the suspense will be less from you, and it helps him to keep you away from his crazy hobby)

• Don't mention Mom.

• You will see him less more, when you are old enough to be left alone

• He comes home late, and he does this more often

• "Dad?" you asked unsurely when he picked up the phone. You were worried, so you choose to give him call. Is teaching lasts this long? "Where are you?"

"Oh... Daddy's working right now, sweetheart. I promise, I will be home soon, okay?"

And he kept saying this after hours and hours.

• Get used to that you will be alone for a long time

• He will ask you teasingly about if you like someone

• but the real reason is that he wants to know who he has to deal with

• his reactions depends on the person

• If the person is Nathan (who is his... well, let's say partner of those insane things), he will be definitely more protective and will keep an eye on both of you for a long time

• deadly and serious threats ahead, if he still won't leave you alone

• he will be potective because he knows Nathan very well and the crimes that himself he commited, and other side bc he's a father and he wants to keep his beautiful daughter safe

• But if the person would be for example Max, he would be more relaxed

• (He would even think trough her kidnapping. There's a chance that he won't hurt her. Even if it's hard for him to conntrol his sick addiction)

• He still tests her if she's good enough for you, but he will be more easier on her

• OR let's say the person is Warren-

• "The geek?"

"Dad!"

• He doesn't know that much about him

• and bc of this he will definitely test him

• I mean he doesn't mind that you're with smart boys

• but you know, he has to make sure

• Now, I think we're almost there at the end of these hcs-

• You sat in the can uncomfortably. You tried to make yourself comfortable, but it didn't help.

"So, was the test okay?" you heard you father next beside you.

You nodded, even if you knew that he doesn't see you 'cause he's focusing on the road.

"Dad?" You spoke unsurely, don't know how to say out loud your thoughts.

"Yes, sweetie?" He glanced at you with a kind smile on his face, but it dissapeared when he saw how stressed you were. "What's wrong, honey?"

You tried to swallow the nervousness, but it was worthless and didn't help at all.

"So, you know those Rachel Amber missing posters? They're almost everywhere."

Mark could feel how his heart skipped a beat. Now he started to feel nervous as well.

"Yes, dear?" Focus on the road. Focus on the road. Focus on the road. Focus on the road.

"Did you know her?"

He let out a small sigh. He didn't want that his daughter notice that he's nervous. He tried to act calmly.

"No, sweetheart." he spoke as he hid away the frustration in his voice.

"Okay." you said quietly. You sounded convinced.

He carefully glanced at you again.

"Are you scared?"

There was a couple of seconds until you answered.

"Maybe... I don't wanna imagine what terrible things those people did to her. But my mind keep distracting me, even if I don't want to think about it."

You could feel the gentle touch of his warm hands.

"Don't worry, hon. I'll keep you safe."

And with that you were convinced that your dad is there and you're more than safe with him.

• Why would he be a bad father?

I think his psychotic hobby would be more important to him than his own daughter. He would be definitely overprotective about you, but also he wouldn't be there for you. Like there's no movie night, cause again, he has things to do in the Dark Room.

Yes, he would care about his daughter, he would also be a good listener, but you rarely meet him. He wouldn't be there for you when you need him.

I don't think he would hurt his daughter physically, but don't test him. He's enough stressed about his victims.

And he would pay too much attention about keeping you safe.

From his hobby, from Nathan, from everything.

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runawrites-blog · 27 days ago

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Undercover Ch. 7 (Connor x Reader)

Summary: With you now suspecting Ashley and Dave as the culprits, you try to subtly question them. But it seems that they are also suspecting that there is something off about you and Connor. When you and Connor come back from questioning employees at CyberLife you two have a serious talk that eventually boarders on discussing your relationship. But you once more get interrupted by a call from the DPD. (Female Reader) Warnings: Chapter 7/10. No Y/N. Petnames (Love, Sweetheart). Discussions of Crime Scenes and Break-Ins. Connor Breaks his own Fingers as an excuse to go to CyberLife. Detective Reader. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62247359/chapters/159245413#workskin Previous Chapter

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“You two are sitting so close together that you might as well crawl into Connor’s robo lap at this point.”

“Why would I do that, Gavin?”

“Because you two have obviously fallen madly in love with each other because you had to fake being married to each other for weeks on end.” Gavin chuckled at your question and pointed at the screen, grinning at Connor’s blue cheeks. “Am I right, Connor?”

The two of you had decided not to tell anyone about your kiss and how close you had gotten until after the end of your undercover mission so as to not appear unprofessional. You were worried that if you’d let it slip you two would be pulled from the investigation and you wanted to prevent that with how close you were to catching the culprit.

But that didn’t mean that you couldn’t hold onto Connor’s hand out of the sight of the cameras. So when you brought a hand down to lay on top of where his was positioned on his thigh you felt Connor’s eyes shifting toward you before falling toward your intertwined hands. At Connor’s silence and the downward shift of his gaze, Hank narrowed his eyes, looking at the android in confusion.

“What are you two doing?”

“I swear if you’re jerking Connor’s robo dick while speaking to me I’m going to come over there and hit you.”

“Can you stop putting the word ‘robo’ in front of any word that has something to do with Connor?”

“You’re not denying it!”

“Can we have one conversation that doesn’t turn into you asking whether or not the two of them have fallen in love?” Nines groaned, leaning into the frame from the side to glare at Gavin. “What is it with you and wanting the two of them to get intimate with each other?”

Hank had to suppress a laugh at that. “Intimate? You sound like an old man trying to give someone the talk.”

“Don’t mind him, guys.” Tina’s voice called from a little further away as she had presumably overheard the conversation. “He’s just shipping the two of you!”

Connor’s LED blinked to yellow at Tina’s words. “Shipping us to where?”

“Not like that Con.” Now Tina’s voice was coming closer until her head appeared on screen, as well. “It means he wants you two to get into a relationship like one would while watching a couple on a television show.”

“I see.” Connor nodded before shaking his head “Gavin, we are actual people and not a fictional couple you can root for.”

“And besides that, there is a murderer on the loose.”

Everyone quieted down at Nines’ words, realising how much you had derailed the conversation away from the very serious topic it pertained to. Connor’s hand turned underneath yours so he could grasp it properly and you couldn’t help but lean slightly more into his body. Hank cleared his throat, seeing as no one was speaking up.

“You two texted me that you found possible subjects. Who is it?”

“Two of our neighbours.” You explained softly “They are a couple comprised of a human and an android who need new biocomponents due to being damaged during the revolution. They also fit the model of the blood we’ve found in the Jeffersons' bathroom. The two fit the profile perfectly.”

“Then let’s take them in for questioning.”

“Actually, we’d like you to wait a bit longer, so we can be sure. We have no idea how the two of them would react and if they aren’t the culprits the real ones might take notice of the police proceedings and flee.” Connor reasoned with Hank, his hand never leaving yours. “We did find some human blood at the scene of the last break-in and the plan is to see if it matches the human component of our suspects.”

“The two of them had a medical emergency yesterday to which we helped them back home and they went to get the android part of the couple to CyberLife for repairs. That’s when we found out about the damage to their biocomponents.”

Connor nodded along to your words. “And now we’re planning on getting the human’s blood sample before a new break-in happens.”

“That already happened.”

“What?”

“Didn’t you notice?” Gavin asked in confusion, eyeing Connor. “Someone tried to break into one of the houses on Fairfield Street but they didn’t get inside. The occupants called the police yesterday at around nine.”

Hank looked at the two of you in surprise. “Didn’t you hear any sirens? It wasn’t that far from your house.”

“No, we didn’t.” Connor whispered before his eyes grew wide and he turned his face to yours. “It must have happened when we went on our walk after we left the birthday celebration yesterday. We must have been too far to hear it.”

“That makes sense.” You nodded your head, eyes fixed on Connor. “Could it have been one of our suspects? They texted me earlier today and told me they spent hours at CyberLife after they’d left, and that they got back after twelve. We need to verify those claims.”

“Then instead of comparing the blood samples, we’ll start with going to CyberLife to ask if one of them left early.”

“That sounds like a plan.” Nines concluded before nodding his head. “Once again, please be careful and contact me if you need any of our backup.”

After your call, the two of you had quickly gotten ready to head to CyberLife. While you snatched your keys, Connor grabbed an umbrella to shield you two against the downpour of rain outside. You were just about to head out when there was a ring at the door, so you quickly went over to open it, revealing Ashley and Dave.

“Were you two about to head out?”

“Yes, but if you two need anything we can postpone.” Connor said and quickly ushered the two of them inside, not wanting to raise suspicions with them. “How are you doing, Ashley?”

“Better, thank you.” She smiled softly, leaning heavily on Dave next to her. “Thank you again for your help yesterday.”

“Are we keeping you two from leaving?” Dave asked in slight worry before holding out a small box. “We actually wanted to come over to thank you two and give you this. It’s just some chocolates as a thanks, nothing self-made or anything.”

“That wasn’t necessary.” You looked at Connor before smiling back at your neighbours. “Please, come inside. We wanted to get groceries but we can do that later. Would you like anything to drink?”

“No, thank you.” Ashley said before sighing. “Can I sit down?”

“Of course.”

And so the four of you made your way into the dining room where you all sat around the table, quickly dissolving into speaking about Ashley’s health crisis of the previous day. A few times you two tried to stir the conversation toward the break in the previous night or the murders in general but they always dodged your questions until Dave piped up.

“You two are really interested in these murders, aren’t you?” He mused before narrowing his eyes. “By the way, where did you say you two lived before you moved here?”

“We lived downtown but I don’t think we’ve mentioned that before.” You said softly, reaching out to grasp Connor’s hand, a little uneasy now that they had started questioning you. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. You know, you two moved here just recently and I suppose we realised that we don’t know that much about you two.” Dave shrugged his shoulders and draped an arm around Ashley’s shoulders. “You know I’ve always been curious about what model Connor is, now that we’re talking about the two of you. You aren’t one of the more common ones, right?”

Connor nodded his head in agreement. “You’re right, I’m not. I was actually part of a series of custom ordered models. Before the revolution, I was in the possession of an art gallery that didn’t want to use one of the widespread models -- or so I’ve been told.”

“Then you must be very special.”

You smiled at that, hugging his arm and trying to change the subject. “Connor is very special, you’re right about that.”

Ashley looked back at Dave for a second, her LED flickering yellow as she raised an eyebrow at him before turning toward you two again. “By the way, I always wanted to say that I think you two were pretty brave for helping Riley and Stacy that one night during the break-in. You two just went straight to their house to look for the two of them and Steven.”

“You think we shouldn’t have gone?”

“No, not exactly. You two just seemed so confident as you went there, like you’ve gone to something like a crime scene many times before.”

“What are you two? The police?” You chuckled, trying to make light of their questions in the hopes of making them seem ridiculous. “It’s like you’re interrogating us.”

“Love, I think they actually believe that we are the police.” Connor said, sounding almost amused as he leaned closer to you. “Can you imagine? If you were to handle a gun, I think I’d lose my mind in worry.”

“Because you think I couldn’t?”

“I must say that you’re a little clumsy. You cut yourself three times while wrapping Riley’s gift.” Connor chuckled before pressing a kiss to your temple. “But I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You said softly, smiling earnestly as you said those words because deep down you suspected they were true. “Ashley, would you like us to get you some Thirium? We’ve been sat here for a while and after yesterday I think you should keep your Thirium reserves full, so to speak.”

Ashley looked at the two of you before nodding her head. “Please.”

“I’ll go get you some. I could mix it into tea, too.” Connor said and when Ashley nodded he stood up before looking back at you. “Love, would you come with me for a second? After you rearranged the cabinets I couldn’t find the Thirium.”

“I’ll be right back.”

The two of you went into the kitchen where Connor busied himself at the cupboard while you got a mug. Once you two were sure Ashley and Dave were still at the dining table, their voices coming clearly from that part of the house, you turned to Connor.

“They are getting suspicious.”

“I know.” Connor nodded and leaned against the counter. “What do we do now? We can’t question them without them getting suspicious.”

“Well, we can’t exactly leave for CyberLife, either. We don’t have a reason to go there and all other chores could be postponed.”

Connor was quiet for a few seconds, his LED circling yellow before he took a deep breath. You were about to question what he was planning when he grabbed his left ring and middle finger with his right hand before slamming it down on the edge of the counter. They cracked right through and you couldn’t help but scream as you saw them break, his LED beginning to flare a bright red.

“Connor!”

While Ashley and Dave audibly jumped up in the next room you grabbed Connor’s hand to examine his fingers, panic rising in our chest as you watched his face contort in pain as you touched the broken digits.

“They’re broken.” He gasped out just as Ashley and Dave arrived. “I broke them when I fell. We got to go to CyberLife.”

“What happened?”

“I couldn’t reach where she’d put the Thirium and-- and I climbed into the counter but it was wet and I slipped and-- and I think my fingers are broken.” Connor stammered out, obviously in pain as you held his hand gently in yours. “I’m sorry, you two should leave, so I can go get myself fixed up.”

Dave looked at you two before his face contorted into a frown. “You never struck me as clumsy. It’s hard to believe that you’d slip and hurt yourself.”

“You’re saying he broke his own damn fingers on purpose?” You snapped at them, your genuine concern for Connor getting the better of you as you looked up at him, reaching out with your free hand to stroke his cheek. “Let’s get you to CyberLife, Sweetheart.”

“Dave, we should go.”

“I’ll call you two later.”

---

“I can’t believe you broke your own fingers, Connor.”

He turned back to you, watching you close the door to your house behind you before fixing him with a serious expression, hands on your hips. You had just gotten back from CyberLife. Thankfully, his fingers had been easily repaired and after flashing the workers your badges they’d also let you see the security footage. That had validated your suspicions because they’d shown Dave leaving CyberLife at around half past eight, only thirty minutes before the attempted break-in on Fairfield Street.

“We needed a reason to get to CyberLife.”

“We could have come up with a solution that didn’t involve you hurting yourself.” You said sternly before taking a deep breath and looking at him for a second. “I’m sorry, I’m just worried. I hate seeing you in pain, Con.”

He gave you a small smile before he hung up his jacket and helped you out of yours. “I admit it wasn’t one of my best plans. Thank you for staying with me the whole time. Visiting CyberLife always makes me sort of nervous.”

“Why is that?”

“Before the revolution, going back to CyberLife has never been a positive experience for me. I know it’s ridiculous but I feel anxious when I go there, especially for things like repairs or scans that aren’t part of routine check-ups.” He explained, looking away from you. “It calmed me down tremendously that you were there with me.”

You released a soft sigh at those words before cupping his cheek, making him look back up at you. “It’s not ridiculous, Connor. Your feelings will never be ridiculous and I’m glad that I can help you feel less anxious.”

“You always make me feel safe.”

“I can only return that sentiment.” You said quietly before turning away from him to take off your shoes and put your keys away. “And we did get our answers.”

Connor looked back at you, LED circling yellow as he watched you move about and he couldn’t help but notice the tone of your voice, so quiet and resigned. As he watched you move about the hallway so slowly, putting your things away before locking the door, he felt concern for you overtake him and a strong desire to comfort you. Slowly, he approached and placed a hand on your shoulder, making you look back at him.

“What are you thinking about?”

He looked at you in concern, head cocked to the side but you didn’t know what to say, you didn’t quite know how to voice your feelings about the answers you had found. So you did the only thing you could think of and wrapped your arms around him, leaning your head on his shoulder in search of comfort. Connor reacted immediately, moving to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer, one hand coming up to stroke your hair. Overwhelmed with your emotions, with your mixed feelings of pity and anger toward Ashley and Dave, with your disappointment of things going back to normal once this investigation was over and your guilt for feeling this way, with your fear of what would happen now that the potential culprits have gotten suspicious of you two, you turned to bury your face at Connor’s neck, clinging to him now.

“I got you.”

“Please, don’t let go.”

“Never.” He said softly, his arms tightening around you and his hand straying from your hair to cup the back of your head. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong? It might help to articulate what you’re feeling. Hank always tells me that I should because it will make things feel less heavy.”

You were quiet for a few seconds, trying to figure out how to explain your feelings before groaning miserably and moving closer to him. “I don’t know how to articulate what I’m feeling right now.”

“Just give it a try. I don’t care that it’s incoherent. I will listen and I won’t judge you.”

“I feel so conflicted with everything that’s going on. Ashley and Dave have pretty much become friends to us and I really pity her for-- for how dire her situation is and for how this-- all these violent crimes must have seemed like the only option for her. But I also feel so angry at her for hurting these people, for lying to us and for abusing everyone’s trust.” You whispered out, fingers digging into Connor’s back as you prepared yourself for the next part of your confession. “I’m also almost disappointed that we have to get back to the way things were after this is over and I feel so-- so fucking guilty for feeling like that.”

The two of you had never labelled your relationship that had so clearly moved past but on one hand, you were almost certain that Connor’s feelings for you had also grown, that your last confession wouldn’t have made him too uncomfortable. On the other hand, you worried that he’d judge you for your feelings toward the possible culprits. Connor’s prolonged silence made you even more anxious but just as you were about to freak out he moved, leaned his head down to press a kiss to the top of your head and let his lips linger there for a few seconds.

“You don’t have to feel guilty for your feelings and I understand why you’re feeling so conflicted. Ashley and Dave’s situation is tragic, to be damaged and not have access to replacement biocomponents and I do pity them, too. But that doesn’t excuse their actions.” Connor said softly his hand still cradling your head. “I know you feel the same way.”

“I do.”

“You can pity them for the dire situation they’re in without excusing their actions. I also know that you won’t hesitate for even a second to do the right thing and tell Fowler about our suspicions when we call him.”

You took a deep breath, willing away the tears gathering in your eyes at his comforting words and pulled back to meet his eyes. “Thank you, Connor. Thank you for listening and for making the effort to understand my feelings.”

“Of course.” Connor said softly, giving you a comforting smile before reaching out to cup your cheek. “What you feel doesn’t make you a bad person as long as you do the right thing.”

“You said you felt the same about Ashley and Dave. Do you want to talk about how you feel?”

“I think you’ve summed it up pretty well. I do feel pity for their situation but also anger toward them because of their actions.” Connor mused, letting his hand drop from your cheek and sighing. “But I suppose that I also feel rather angry that someone would even have to resort to something like what they did, that these new laws about producing vital biocomponents are taking so long to pass. No one in charge feels responsible for this and I have frequent contact with Markus, so I know that he is trying really hard.”

Gently, you reached up to stroke his cheek once he’d stopped speaking, hoping to comfort him a little. “I get why you’re angry about this. I will never understand how no one feels responsible for helping people and how the ones who need help are just left to wait. The only thing I can hope for is that Ashley and Dave’s motif will be broadcast to the public and that it will spark a new interest in this whole issue.”

“That might happen, you’re right. I never thought of that but I do hope that is what happens” Connor looked at you for a second before releasing a deep breath and giving you a small relieved chuckle. “I was right, talking about these things really helped. Thank you for listening to me.”

“I’ll always listen to you.”

With your faces still mere centimetres apart, the two of you simply looked at each other for a few seconds until his eyes fell onto your lips and you took this as an invitation to kiss him, bringing your hands up to gently hold his face as you did. His eye fell shut and you allowed yours to do the same as his hands found their way to your back to pull you closer until you were pressed against him while yours came to rest on his chest, feeling his Thirium pump beating wildly underneath them.

Had it not been almost completely obvious to you that you two had become more than friends before, it was now. Kissing in public, in the presence of your neighbours who you were putting up a show for could have still been written off as playing your role but now in the privacy of your home, there were no excuses anymore. And as you pulled back you felt confident in finally voicing your feelings but before you could Connor opened his mouth to speak.

“We don’t have to go back to the way things were.”

Before you could answer the two of you were interrupted by your phone ringing. Cursing under your breath and knowing it was probably one of your colleagues calling, you fished it from your pocket and indeed, you saw that Hank was calling you. You told him who it was and the two of you separated before you picked up the video call.

“We have news.”

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Ring for Me

Pairing | Jefferson x female reader

Word Count | 1121

Warning | Explicit sexual content, 18+, touching, fingering (f receiving), MAJOR RING KINK, hand kink, power dynamic, mentor/mentee, use of pet name (sweetpea), Jefferson (he’s a warning on his own)

Summary | It’s important that you disclose everything to Jefferson of what’s on your mind.

A/N | I’m holding my ring kink against me and made a fic out of it, this fic is based on a recent dream that I had about Jefferson. 😩 Beta’d by the amazing @maladaptivexxdaydreaming Banners made by @maysdigitalarts

You didn’t know when this infatuation all started but it was all you can think about. Jefferson kept on talking about scissor sharpening and the importance of it. But you can’t help but stare at his rings, they’re so shiny and smooth. You don’t know when these intrusive thoughts come into your mind. It just happened.

“Hey, are you even listening?” Just like that, you’re snapped out of your daze.

“Huh, what?” You asked.

“You seem distracted, is there something I need to know?” Jefferson asked, his voice laced in curiosity.

“Oh no, I’m fine” You try to reassure him.

“Are you sure, though? I’m your mentor, you know you can tell me anything.”

Your gaze inadvertently directs to his rings. You quickly looked away again. “Yeah, yeah. It’s nothing.” You said trying to focus on anything but him.

“Hmmm... I’m not convinced. You're avoiding eye contact with me, so you’re not truthful with me. You know, besides scissor sharpening it’s also important to open up about what’s going on inside that head of yours.” You give him a bashful look.

You giggled out of nervosity as you shook your head. “It’s stupid really, a bit insane.” You confessed.

“Um, have you met me? Nothing is insane to me. People don’t call me the Mad Hatter for nothing.”

You chuckled. “It’s just... that....I’m kind of distracted by...” You merely whispered.

Your gaze landed on his big silver ring with a giant red stone in the middle. He seems to notice and follows your direction of sight. He’s leaning his ringed hand against the table.

“Your... rings.” The words barely came out of your mouth.

“My rings? You’re distracted by my rings?” He chuckled. You looked at him, as his head tilted and his eyes transmuted in something you can’t tell. “You’re distracted by my rings huh.” He said, his tone entails something more behind his words.

“Yes.” You bashfully confessed. He smirked. “I know it’s stupid—”,

“Well, I’m flattered that you find my rings beautiful.” He interrupted. “But tell me why do you find my rings a distraction?” He asked blatantly, there was mischief behind his eyes.

“I can’t tell, really.” You said.

“Hmm.. How long were you sitting on these thoughts?” He asked as if implying that he knows more than he gives off.

“A while now.” You said honestly. He gives you a satisfying look. “What did I tell you that I can tell when you’re not truthful? You’re definitely able to tell me, so you either can’t or you won’t.” He starts to wriggle his ring. Unable to find your words, you just stay silent.

Tension was hanging in the air. “I-”, he comes closer to you as he maneuvers you until your back hits the table. You’re trapped against him. “But I think I know.” He whispered as his words penetrated your mind. His face was close to you. Several strands of hair lay loose on his forehead. His eyes blazed with delirious passion. He smirks wickedly. “What is it that you think about my rings huh?” His tone of voice is almost sultry, tempting you as if to lure you into his trap. He showcases his ringed hand, rings and veins are obscuring your sight.

“I- I think they’re pretty and well designed.” You stuttered, nearly drooling out of your mind. “They’re absolutely beautiful and so shiny, right? However I think there’s more you have in mind.”

You feel your panties already dampening, by his illustrious words. “Tell me what is it that you desire?”, “Is it the smoothness or coldness that you crave, sweetpea?” In an unexpected motion he palms your mound with his ringed hand, letting you feel the coldness of his rings.

You let out a gasp when he starts to smirk at your reaction. “Coldness, I see. I thought so.” You look at him, as you can only swallow. “If you want me to stop, tell me okay?” You nod.

“Well, let me get these wet first.” He states as he licks his rings and slides his hand directly into your pants and panties, and that’s when you really feel the coldness of his smooth rings, protruding your slick folds. You’re getting wetter by the way he rubs his rings on your already drenched pussy. He’s holding you by your waist as you grab hold of the table. Your moans were swallowed up by his kisses.

“Is this what you thought of when you were staring at them, sweetpea?” He asked with a low sultry grumble. “Yes!” You moaned, gripping the table harder. “I knew there was something about you, when I accepted you.” Placing kisses on your neck and collarbone. He pushes a finger through your core, leaving you panting.

You mewled with each stroke, as you gradually crumbled under his torment. “You sound so sweet when you lose control like that, sweet pea. You’re doing so good for me.” His praise left you whimpering. Jefferson absolutely relishes in your pleasure, he enjoys it.

“Jeff-- Please! Oh, fuck!” You plead, needing to steady yourself. His motions become erratic as your back arches. “Oh, shit I need to cum.” You plead. Jefferson kisses you fervently. “Then, what’s holding you back? Cum for me.” He commands.

The coil finally breaks and your orgasm hits you in a multitude of waves. Pleasure coursing through your body as you embrace it. He slowly moves his fingers out of you.

His fingers are completely soaked with your cum. “I always wondered what you taste like.” Licking off your cum on his fingers.

He hums. “Hmm... you taste heavenly sweet too, I can’t wait to get a real taste of you.”

You come down from your high as your breathing steadies again. “That was unexpected but amazing.” You giggle. “I’m glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.” He chuckles satisfyingly.

“There’s a lot you need to learn though in terms of being truthful to me and as your mentor, I expect you to be honest. Your honesty is an imperative factor in our relationship, so you need to communicate with me in all forms. I also expect you to be my second opinion and give your authentic opinion with what I wear and whether you like it or not. You’re always allowed to voice out your prerogative, when you don’t like something. If you don’t like it, then I’ll leave it. Okay?” He asked. “Yes, I understand, Jefferson.” You said clearly, leaving you pondering over his statement. “Good.” He smiled.

“And oh yeah, I recently bought a new set of rings and I’d like to have your opinion on it, you wouldn’t mind if I showed it to you, right?” Giving you a smirk.

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