#They don't want me to catch a fucking break

[mimiiiiiiiiisstuff]

"Mad Woman"

ok yall im out of school now! this was rushed so don't judge, when i write i just pour out whatever's in my head, that's why it's almost always rushed. i feel like if i don't write it, it'll disappeare! also to everyone hating in my asks, NO ONE IS FORCING YOU TO READ MY WORK!!!! hating does nothing but discourage me and lower my already non-existent confidence in my writing. pls leave me alone, if you don't have anything nice to say; don't say anything. i LOVE all my positive asks and comments, they make my day. don't ruin it for me.

Six months, that's how long it's been since Bruce exiled you to New York and left you alone once again. It's been 387 days since Tiffany Maverick pulled the rug from beneath your feet and ensnared your family in her web of lies and manipulation. For six months, your family ignored you, only Alfred sending you the occasional care package which you promptly threw in the garbage.

You wish Tiffany and Damian were as content with ignoring you as the rest of the family but unfortunately, they went out of their way to rub their closeness in your face by sending you pictures of family movie night, family game night, and the family attending their school events. It made you angry at first, before you saw how funny it was. A family of billionaires, a family of detectives, a family of vigilantes, sitting next to a spy; obliviously feeding her insider information. The Batman, sitting grinning ear to ear next to a girl who could be his downfall.

Surprisingly, boarding school was amazing. The boys were hot, though most arrogant and dumb, they were all loaded and into you. The girls idolized you from the moment you walked in, your word was law around here and the power felt amazing. You decided what was in and out, who was hot and who was not; a huge difference and change of pace from the years of bullying and ridicule at Gotham Prep.

The charm came with your new abilities, most likely. Sure, the first two months were fucking painful and exposed you to pain you didn't think was possible but it was a small price to pay. It was nothing for the power of being able to charm and flirt your way out of just about anything, being able to eject venom with the slightest trace of your fresh set of acrylics, being able to literally bite people with your fangs and have them enjoy it, sensing heat signatures and feeling emotions and eyes on you, having the ability to give literal bone-crushing hugs, and so many things you haven't even discovered.

Not to mention your random overnight makeover! Suddenly, your figure was to die for, perfect in all senses of the word. Your skin gleamed and shimmered in the light, long shed away were all the blemishes and scars. Your hair always shiny and your teeth always pearly white, albeit a bit sharp. You're the image of beauty.

Who cares about the price when the product was this good anyway?

Who needed familial love when everyone here worshipped you? That new view and utter hatred for the family is what convinced you to accept Ariele, your boarding school bff and roomie,'s offer to spend summer break with her family in the south of france. Of course, you wanted to go back to manor for a week before meeting her there. Alfred asked you to come and though you were angry at him, you missed the old man. You swore to yourself that you'd only stay the night, catch up with Alfred, and ignore your 'family' then promptly spend the summer half naked, tanning on a super yacht with your girls.

Little did you know that you'd never make it to france, in fact, you wouldn't even make it out the manor now that Tim discovered the truth and told the rest of the family.

Tim Drake noticed things. Small things. Minute details that other people might overlook. That's how he found the truth.

It started with the cooking. Tiffany had casually mentioned one evening that she’d found some old recipes in the manor’s archives, recipes that you had once written down, hoping to impress Damian with Arabic dinners and desserts. Tiffany had barely glanced at the handwritten notes before she had offered to make dinner that night—a perfect replica of your signature stuffed cabbage leaves, Malfoof, as you called it.

Tim had been there when it happened. He’d recognized it immediately. The dish was one of your favorites, one you had made for family dinners. It was too familiar, too precise for Tiffany, it lacked the usual love and effort.

Then came the awards. It was subtle at first, too. Tiffany casually dropping that she had “entered a local baking competition” and how much fun it had been to win. Tim had known that you had been the one to actually win that competition the year before, he remembered rolling his eyes as you foolishly tried to impress him. But when he checked the award Tiffany had won? It looked eerily similar to the one that you had earned. Tiffany didn’t even bother hiding her gloating as she showed it off, calling it “another step toward making Gotham proud.”

Tim’s stomach churned. It wasn’t a coincidence. Tiffany was stealing your life and he was the only one that saw it. Who knows what else she was stealing.

The pieces clicked into place when he found the old photo albums. Tiffany had been snooping around the library one afternoon, pulling out albums that had been tucked away in the back, ones that hadn’t been touched in years. They were full of memories of your achievements, pictures of family vacations, awards won for charity work and academic excellence. Baby photo's, old camera's, journals, even old clothes.It wasn’t just admiration. It was an obsession.

He saw her dig through and read every one of your old entries, saw her stare at pictures and attempt to manuever her body how you stood, but what really creeped him out was when she started tracing over your handwriting.

Tim couldn’t let it go. This was insane. It was almost as if Tiffany wanted to wear your skin.

It wasn’t that he wanted to make Tiffany an enemy or villainize her, quite the opposite actually, he'd been ignoring her strange behavior and smell for a year now because of how fond he was of her. But this? This was crossing a line. She wasn’t just trying to fit in anymore, this was dangerous.

He now suspected there was more to Tiffany than just her obsession with your life and after putting the pieces together, it was becoming clear: Tiffany was playing a much deeper game. She wasn’t just trying to steal your identity, she was stealing information, too.

Tim’s investigative skills had been honed through years of being the tech guy of the Batfamily, and when something felt off, he didn’t ignore it. Not anymore, he started tracking small anomalies—times when Tiffany’s presence seemed too convenient, moments when crucial data about Gotham’s underworld went missing from the Batcomputer, or when confidential mission details were leaked through channels Tim knew the Batfamily didn’t use. Times when the Joker seemed to know the family's course of action and times when villains knew Duke's plans.

That’s when it clicked.

Tiffany wasn’t just trying to fit in with the family. She was spying. Her affections with the family were a cover for something darker. She had been gathering intelligence for a shadowy organization, feeding them vital information about their operations. This was bigger than him—this was a full-blown infiltration. Tiffany was working for someone else, someone dangerous.

Tiffany’s betrayal ran deep, and her spying wasn’t just about information anymore; it was personal. She had been stealing pieces of your life, your successes, your talents , your family. She had slowly taken everything that you had worked for and twisted it into her own false narrative. It was sickening.

Tim couldn’t stand it anymore. He had dug through encrypted files, tracked hidden transmissions, and pieced together cryptic conversations. Tiffany wasn’t just trying to steal your identity for the sake of becoming the perfect family member. No. She was mimicking your cooking and baking skills, down to the awards she had won for those very talents. She had been trying to erase you and replace you with a manufactured version of herself.

It was almost too much for Tim to handle. But there was something even worse lurking beneath the surface: the deeper he dug, the more it became clear that Tiffany wasn’t just feeding information to criminals. She had been feeding off your spirit, your presence and she had nearly replaced you entirely.

Now he just needed to tell the other.

The tension in the Batcave could be cut with a knife as Tim stood before Bruce, Dick, Jason, Damian, Duke, Cass, Steph, Barbara, and Alfred, ready to show them what he had discovered.

“I’ve been tracking Tiffany’s movements for the last few days,” Tim began, his voice low but sharp. “And I found something that’s... unsettling.”

Bruce, who had been scanning a mission report, looked up with interest. Dick turned to Tim, a puzzled expression on his face. Alfred stepped forward, his usual composed demeanor now replaced with a rare concern. Even Damian looked confused.

“What did you find, Master Tim?” Alfred asked, his tone calm, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes.

Tim didn’t hesitate. He clicked a button on the computer, and the large screen behind him flickered to life. A series of encrypted files appeared—mission logs, surveillance footage, and even intercepted communications. The Batcave was suffocating in its silence as Tim presented the evidence to Bruce, Dick, Jason, Alfred, and the others. His fingers flew over the keyboard, and every new image, every new file, felt like a punch in the gut.

There was a long silence as everyone processed the information. Bruce’s usual stoic expression faltered for a moment, and Dick clenched his fists. The weight of the revelation was hitting hard, but it wasn’t just the betrayal that hurt. It was that someone in their midst had been pulling the strings behind their backs for a year.

The data was damning. It was all there, proof that Tiffany had been copying your recipes, your designs, your machines, even stealing the culinary awards that you had earned over the years. And on top of that, she had been siphoning critical Batfamily intel to an unknown organisation. The information was so sensitive, it could have jeopardized every single one of them.

“Do you see it now?” Tim’s voice was quieter, but his anger was unmistakable. He flicked the last file onto the screen. Tiffany’s false accomplishments, stolen directly from you. The stolen recipes. The mission intel sent out from the Batcomputer under her watch. “All of us have been blind to it.”

“About a month ago,” Tim said, “I found an odd encryption pattern in the Batcomputer—something I’ve never seen before. When I decrypted it, I found a set of mission details. Ones that shouldn’t have left the system. I traced the origin back to Tiffany.”

Alfred's face tightened as he took in the footage on the screen. It was a recording of Tiffany accessing classified Batfamily data, tapping into their most sensitive files.

“She’s been stealing information,” Tim continued, his voice gaining intensity. “Every single time she’s interacted with the Batcomputer, she’s been sending that data out to an unknown address. I can't track where it's coming from, it's too advanced; even for me.

“Impossible,” Bruce muttered, but his eyes were narrowing in disbelief. “Why would she—?”

“Because she’s a spy,” Tim interrupted, “and it gets worse. She’s been feeding them everything. Our weaknesses, our next moves, our schedules. She’s not just a mole in the manor. She’s been working against us this whole time. She's why so many missions have failed.Tim’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not just the family’s accomplishments she’s been stealing. She’s been getting close to each of us, using our trust. She knows things, personal things, and she’s been leaking that information. She’s been feeding it to the highest bidder, giving Gotham’s worst players a playbook for taking us down.”

Dick’s face twisted with disbelief. “She was pretending to be (y/n), taking her accomplishments as her own, but—” He trailed off, his voice faltering. “How could we have let this happen? How did we not notice?”

Jason’s voice cut through the heavy silence, rough and sharp, like a crack of thunder. He stepped forward, fists clenched. “I should’ve known. She’s been playing everyone, pretending like she’s all sweet and innocent, but she was using all of us.” Jason’s eyes flicked to the screen, then back at Tim, his face a mask of fury. “She lied to me. She’s been lying to all of us. And she’s been trying to replace her.” His hand slammed onto the table, and the anger in his voice was unmistakable. “She doesn’t belong here. We trusted her. We all trusted her.” Jason’s anger bubbled over. This betrayal, the way Tiffany had wormed her way into their lives, made him see red

He couldn’t keep it in any longer. “I should’ve known,” Jason spat, pacing in circles, his fists clenched tight at his sides. “I let her get close to me. I let her in, we all did! And now look at this. She’s been pretending to be everything she’s not. She’s been trying to take her place, her rightful place in this family!”

Alfred, who had been silent until now, cleared his throat, his voice filled with quiet but growing fury. “I should have seen it,” he muttered, his gaze darkening. “I was too lenient with her. I allowed her to slip through the cracks, to play at being part of this family. I should have known better.” His usually calm demeanor was cracking, and the regret in his voice was palpable.

Bruce’s lips pressed into a thin line as the weight of Tim’s words sank in. His eyes hardened as he stared at the screen, disappointment creeping into his features. Tiffany had been their guest, their supposed family, and this whole time, she had been playing them all. You had tried to warn them.

Duke, who had been standing quietly at the back of the room, spoke up. His voice was low but steady.

“I knew something was off,” Duke said, his eyes fixed on the screen. “I couldn’t put my finger on it, but... she’d been acting weird around me. Always asking questions—asking about the family, the missions, everything. I thought I was paranoid.”

Damian had always been fiercely protective of what he considered his, no one could ever doubt that. He mocked you, saw you as his pathetic bastard older sister, he had wanted to hurt you. But now, as the reality of Tiffany’s betrayal settled in, something darker began to take root inside him. He remember your unconditional love for him, how you took everything he said did to you with grace and compassion. He remembered how good you were to him. He noticed that everything he thought he loved about Tiffany was what she stole from you. His eyes burned with rage as he thought about how Tiffany had wormed her way into the family and his heart, how she’d stolen your accomplishments, and how she’d attempted to erase his sibling from the very fabric of their world.

She was trying to replace her. That thought alone made his fists tighten, nails biting into his palms.

It had been a long time since Damian had felt this kind of protective rage. He was the blood of the Wayne family, the one who deserved to be at the center of it all, but you; his blood sibling, his equal, had always been ignored, undervalued ridiculed and neglected. And now Tiffany, a mere interloper, had dared to manipulate and tear him away from you.

Damian watched the family, his gaze flicking to each of them as they tried to process the betrayal. The anger from his family was palpable, but there was something else there too: possessiveness. Protectiveness. regret. They weren’t just angry at Tiffany for what she had done to you, they were furious at themselves for pushing you away and leaving you alone and unprotected in New York.

You were his responsibility, his blood, and no one; not even Tiffany, was going to steal you away from him. He had always wanted to prove his superiority to the others, but now that wasn’t his focus. His attention was fixed solely on bringing you back to him, where you belonged.

Cass, who had been silently observing, nodded. Her face was unreadable, but the tension in her jaw told Tim that she, too, had been sensing something wrong for weeks.

Steph, ever the sharp observer, had her arms crossed over her chest, her usual sarcasm now tempered with a cold seriousness. “I knew she wasn’t perfect, but this? This is next-level crazy. Are you sure bout this Time?” She leaned forward, her voice suddenly harder.

Barbra was too shocked to say anything. This was not how today was supposed to go.

Alfred glanced toward Bruce. “Master Bruce,” he said softly, “the level of infiltration, this is something I never anticipated. We should have seen the signs.”

Bruce’s expression was steely. “We were too distracted, too willing to accept her presence as part of the family. We let our guard down.”

“That’s not just her fault,” Dick interjected. “We’ve all been too trusting. Especially with everything that happened with (y/n).” His voice hardened as he glanced at the screen again, eyes flicking to Tim. “What now? What do we do about it?”

Tim stepped forward, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. “I’ve already notified our allies. The information she’s passed is enough to give this organization an upper hand in Gotham, maybe beyond. She hasn't revealed our identities but she might soon. we can’t let her get away with it. She’s been playing us this whole time.”

Steph threw her hands up in exasperation. “So what, we just let her go? She’s been lying to us, manipulating us for months! ?”

Tim’s eyes were cold, calculating. “We’ll have to trap her. Use the information she’s already stolen to set her up. Once we confront her, we’ll make sure she doesn’t get away.”

Bruce’s fists were clenched at his sides, his jaw set in stone. He had failed [Y/N]—he had failed his child. The weight of that was too much for him to bear. “This ends now. We’re going to fix this.”

Ok yall since apparently 8 ppl think my work is absoulte shit and and SURE i knew how they felt this is pretty rushed and i feel like it sucks! anyway!! i hope at least some people enjoy <33 send in nice aks and questions and ideas pls. its so fun answering them. yall are mind readers and are so creative!! lmk if there's any typos bc I copy-pasted half of it from my notes app. yeah i did write half of this when i was supposed to be in class, and??? Next chapter Tiffany gets confronted, reader comes home, Batfam start groveling and regretting their actions, sort of on their way to yandere-ism and make reader move back to gotham to be closer to "family"

[morganbritton132]

Adding onto Steve's crime spree from this (and this and this)

Eddie has determined that he's not asking the right questions in life.

Is he questioning the man? Yes. Every day.

Is he asking Wayne for help when his van shits the bed on Thursday? No. When his van is still unusable come Saturday, did he ask his friends if he could catch a ride to band practice? No.

Did he ask if he could get a ride home? Also no.

It's raining and Eddie regrets his life choices so hard, he doesn't notice the Porsche 928 until it blows through the crosswalk he was about to step onto. He's hit with a tidal wave of frigid early November street water because, of course, he is.

"Fuck's sake," Eddie swore, pushing his wet hair out of his face. In his perphery, the Porche slams on its breaks and rolls back into the crosswalk beside him, but he barely notices. Talking to the driver, the world, or god, Eddie does not know when he rants, "Thanks! Thanks for that, I really need pnumonia. Thanks for bestowing-"

"Sorry, man," Steve says, an apologetic wince sticking out of the open window of the Porche. "Wanna ride? I can take you where you're going."

Eddie looks at the car, then at Steve, and then back at the car and signs, "...Fine, but only because this car is beautiful and not to expunge your guilt."

"Dude, I don't think a sponge is going to help."

Eddie rolls his eyes but sticks his guitar in the trunk before sliding into the passenger seat. He has to physically stop himself from touching everything. He's never even seen a Porche before, wow.

Steve's in the driver's seat looking like he's dying for Eddie to ask about the car so he can talk about it. Honestly, Eddie wants to ask about the car. He probably should have asked about the car but instead, he shakes the water out of his hair like a dog as payback.

"C'mon, man," Steve complains, wiping the water off his face. "Watch the leather."

Eddie gives him directions and then bites the bullet. He asks the wrong question, "You trade in the Beamer?"

"No way. That's my baby," He says. "I'm just borrowing this lady."

The conversation is actually nice. None of Eddie's friends know anything about cars but Steve seems to know a lot. He can almost forgive the guy for being a jock and the psychological warfare he's bestowed onto Eddie's brain the past week and a half, but then-

“It sounds like - shit," Eddie says, echoing the same sentiment as Steve at the sight of flashing red and blue lights in the rear view. A question he should've been asking all along occurs to him, "Did you steal this car?"

Steve gives him an annoyed look and then rolls down his window, smiling that All-American smile, "Heya, Hop. Didn't think you were working today."

"This car was reported stolen."

Eddie swears, sinking into the leather with the hopes that it eats him. Steve doesn't even hesitate, "Let me guess, Mrs. Woolledge? Crazy she knows what all her neighbors are doing but not that her kid's on dope."

Hopper doesn't say anything and the silence is loud so Steve adds, "It's not stolen. It's my dad's car. I have permission."

"From your dad?" Hopper asks, getting an annoyed nod from Steve. "Same dad that's out of town?"

"Well, Hop. There's this thing called a phone."

"You get that MRI...right? Throw the keys out the window," Hopper says. Eddie's mentally preparing on how he's going to explain this to Wayne when he calls from jail. Steve protests. Hopper demands, "Throw. The keys. Out. The. Window. Now."

Steve seems to realize that he's pushing his luck because he does just that. He even gets out of the car when Hopper tells him to. Hopper tells him to get in his truck and Steve straight up lies, "Hop, I'm taking my friend home. We're working on a school project together. At his house.”

Eddie curses Steve's entire bloodline from start to finish when Hopper lookings directly at him still in the car, "That true?"

Say no. Say you don't know him. Say you know nothing. Say anything but, "Yes."

"What subject?'

"History," Steve says at the same time Eddie says 'Art' and then rolls his eyes, "Art history, yeah?"

Hopper nods like he thinks they're full of shit and then tells them both to get in his truck.

Steve protests but more about leaving the car on the street than anything else while Eddie briefly thinks about the psychic his mom used to know. He wonders if she could curse someone for real. Maybe he can call her from jail.

He's fully ready to see the police station that he fails to realize where Hopper's going until they’re in Forest Hills. He turns and looks at both of them and says, "I'd like to know what grade you get on this project."

"Aye, aye, Captain," Steve says with a salute, pulling Eddie out of the car. Once they're inside, Steve peaks out the blinds like, "Yeah, he'll sit there for a while. He thinks I'm lying. Wanna smoke?"

Eddie is baffled, "No."

"Okay," Steve shrugs and flops down on the couch. He pulls a set of keys out of his pocket and adds, "Spare key. We just gotta wait until he's gone and can circle back for your guitar."

The only thing Eddie can think is, “what the fuck” and he doesn’t even know which part he’s talking about.

[seitmai]

As always, many many thoughts

She studied his face with a knowing look for a few seconds before breaking out into a smile of her own. "Sir, I can think of so many ways you could help me. It's not even funny."

Oh God this is obnoxious

Her gaze dipped down to your belly as you stood before her in the lab. You knew you were showing. There was no denying it now. You had a bunch of appointments coming up with Dr. Morris, and you were just going to keep getting bigger until you had to wear the maternity tent again. You knew you were already huge and that you'd probably never be your normal size ever again. And the last thing you wanted was Cat Coleman of all people scrutinizing your appearance when she always looked pristine.

I just want to give her a hug! Also Cat would never!

Everything was made worse by Bradley's interactions with Indigo. She was everywhere on base, but now she had taken over your bar, too. You saw her this morning but managed to duck out of the way before those piercing eyes landed on you. She knew what you looked like now, and Cat's gaze lingering on your belly was doing nothing to give you a boost of confidence.

Urgh I just hate Indigo

You turned on your heel, boot squeaking on the floor and headed out to collect Rose from daycare. Everything was just a reminder of your size right now. Visions of candy bars danced in your head as you told yourself you'd go home and eat a sensible dinner while Bradley held his office hours. But you already knew... you just knew Indigo would squeeze her way in there with her pretty eyes and her perky tits. And your husband seemed to be oblivious to her. At least you'd tried to convince yourself he wasn't actively looking. But you knew she found him attractive. You could smell it on her a mile away.

🥺🥺🥺

"Yeah, Indigo hung out," he replied easily, brushing his fingers along Rose's hair with a smile. You swallowed hard, watching him on his hands and knees in his khaki uniform. He looked so good. Like ridiculously good. Broad shoulders and big biceps and a handsome smile. "Why am I not surprised?" you muttered, turning away from him. "I think they're friends," he said. "It's kind of amusing getting to experience the love and hate dynamics amongst the group. The women tend to stick together on the ground, but anything goes in the air."

Omg Bradley is oblivious it hurts

"Did you hear that, Nugget?" Bradley scooped Rose up in his arms and carried her into the kitchen where you were plating two meals. "Your grandparents are moving here to spend more time with you. And next summer, we'll take you and your little brother or sister back to Virginia to see where ol' Goose and Carole used to live, okay?" He peppered her face with kisses until she was giggling wildly, and every negative thought started to get fuzzy around the edges. When his brown eyes met yours, you nodded toward the table, and his arm slipped around your waist.

🥰🥰🥰

Bradley came home from his office hours on Monday to find you wearing only his old UVA shirt. The soft cotton was hugging your bump and showing off your legs, and he was ready to get on his knees and beg for you.

Well, let's get to it 🤭

"I hope you know how good you have it, Roo," you whispered against his lips. He knew. He knew all about it.

😌😌😌

"Shit. I'm gonna cum," he groaned, waiting until you nodded against his palm to lose himself. Hips thrusting, filling you with shallow strokes, he fucked you until your pussy was dripping. He watched the mess he made dribble down your ass before catching it with his fingertips. "I swear I don't think I can keep my cock out of you long enough for you to not be pregnant ever again." "No more slip ups," he echoed, smiling at your belly. He'd never consider this a mistake. Not in a million years. A surprise? Absolutely. But not a mistake.

Oh he definitely has a breeding kink 🤭

But every time you let your heart fill with happiness over your parents or the baby, you remembered that Indigo was texting your husband. You saw it for yourself. Right after he fucked you so good, you could barely walk, you glanced down at his phone on your bed. He had her number saved in his phone, and you wanted to cry.

Understandably

Unsure what else to do, you sat in your office during your lunch break and cried. The tears were hot and miserable on your cheeks, and a headache instantly started brewing behind your eyes. It took you almost ten minutes to get yourself under control, and by then you didn't even feel like going to the cafeteria for food.

The worst feeling

"Why do you look so sad?" he asked, already leaning forward to stand again. "Want me to grab you and the baby something to eat and bring it up here?"

He's so sweet and thoughtful (if he wants to be)

"Bunch of children," he replied with an eye roll. "Look like they just graduated from high school." His eyes went wide. "Oh shit, that probably means I look old now."

Ahahahah

"I know they like to hog the line in the cafeteria. One of them took the last slice of pizza yesterday, and I had to wait for a new pie to finish baking. Food should be based on seniority. I outrank all of them."

Valid haha

You headed to the cafeteria with Jake, getting a chance to hear his side of the wedding plans after listening to Cat for weeks. They wanted something small and simple, but he assured you there would be room for the Bradshaws on the guest list.

I bet he is more excited about this than he lets on 🤭

"It was hard to tell in the dark, but her face seemed okay. Nice-ish body, but come on..." Indigo gestured to herself. "The man's only human, and his wife is definitely older than me. That much is easy to tell. And she'll be huge again soon." You tried to get up from your seat quickly, fighting with yourself to get out of the room, but it was too late. Both of them were standing now, still chatting as Indigo turned your way. As soon as her eyes landed on your face, you saw them widen. That pretty blue color looked terrifying as a smile of recognition spread across her lips. Indigo absolutely knew who you were now. Her eyes dipped down to the hyphenated name pinned against your chest, and now she knew you weren't a random civilian. She knew you were an officer who worked on North Island. She knew way too much as she took in every inch of your body. And she looked really pleased by what she saw.

I am all against violence, but I really want to punch Indigo in the face

Aim for the Sky Part 32 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You're struggling through your pregnancy, trying to stay calm as your worries about Bradley grow as quickly as the baby. Bradley wants to put his best foot forward at work, making himself available for office hours, but maybe he's made himself too accessible.

Warnings: Angst, adult language, body image, DILF Roo, smut, pregnancy topics, lactation kink, jealous

Length: 3400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Bradley's new office was coming along nicely. Everything was standard issue Navy grade, but he started adding some touches here and there to make it look more personal. The file cabinet was covered in ultrasound photos, one column of Rosie and one of her younger sibling. 

He glanced at the wedding photo on his desk before adjusting it and wincing. You were still mad this morning that he overdid it at the Hard Deck last night, but he wished you would just let it go. It's not like he drove home drunk or anything. Nat and the guys were just excited to learn he was going to have another kid. The drinks just kept coming.

There was a knock on the door, and then Maverick poked his head inside. "You have a minute?"

"Yeah," Bradley replied, waving him inside. "It's not like I can tell you no. You're my commanding officer, Mav."

The older man chuckled, setting some folders on the desk. "I need you to keep all of the forms updated for each of the pilots. It's best if you work on it every day and then update the hard copies. You should have time to do this between visits during your office hours."

Today was the first time Bradley was holding office hours, and honestly he felt a bit like a college professor: the aviators were kind of his students, and he was responsible for making sure they were prepared to fly.

"Not sure how busy my office hours will be," Bradley muttered. He should probably send a text to remind you he'd be home a little later than usual tonight. While he didn't want to make a habit of missing dinner with his girls, this was a far cry better than being deployed. 

"You might be surprised," Maverick replied with a smile as he backed toward the door. "You've got a lot to show the others, Lieutenant Commander."

Then he was gone, and Bradley could feel the warmth rising in his cheeks. He just wanted to prove himself, but the first time someone had him up against the wall, scrambling for an answer, he wasn't sure what he was going to do. He'd only started to advertise his extra hours during today's lecture, so it would probably be another week or so until someone came to him for any sort of guidance on a Monday evening. But he would try to be ready.

He was just opening one of the folders from Maverick when there was another knock on his door. This time when he looked up, he was met with a flight suit complete with a Golden Warriors patch identical to the one he wore. That would have been enough to let him know it was Indigo, but then he met her eyes as he stood up behind his desk.

"Lieutenant Jeffries," he greeted with a smile as she strode inside. "How can I help you?"

She studied his face with a knowing look for a few seconds before breaking out into a smile of her own. "Sir, I can think of so many ways you could help me. It's not even funny."

Bradley blinked, brow furrowed as he examined her. "Well, why don't you start with an easy one? It's been a long day. And something tells me you might be regretting the late start you got at the Hard Deck last night."

Her laughter filled the room. "I could never regret finding the officer hangout before the rest of my peers from Texas. I need to keep the edge I have over Rex and Spice." When she started to close the door, Bradley frowned.

"Keep it open," he said casually, reaching out to catch it before it shut. He didn't want anyone thinking he was playing favorites, and the little pout on Indigo's lips convinced him she wanted to be his favorite aviator. But she didn't argue. She simply sat down on the edge of the couch and looked up at him.

"The easiest way you can help me is by telling me where I can improve," she said, fingers toying with the zipper at her neck. "I want to be the best you've ever seen."

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You couldn't tell if Cat was actually annoyed with you or if she was just teasing, but you were too exhausted from a restless night to care.

"I can't believe Bradley told Jake you're pregnant before you told me yourself! I just saw you last night!"

Her gaze dipped down to your belly as you stood before her in the lab. You knew you were showing. There was no denying it now. You had a bunch of appointments coming up with Dr. Morris, and you were just going to keep getting bigger until you had to wear the maternity tent again. You knew you were already huge and that you'd probably never be your normal size ever again. And the last thing you wanted was Cat Coleman of all people scrutinizing your appearance when she always looked pristine.

Everything was made worse by Bradley's interactions with Indigo. She was everywhere on base, but now she had taken over your bar, too. You saw her this morning but managed to duck out of the way before those piercing eyes landed on you. She knew what you looked like now, and Cat's gaze lingering on your belly was doing nothing to give you a boost of confidence.

"Please make sure you're eating and drinking enough," she told you. "We don't want another repeat of Annapolis where you could barely give a presentation. Or a repeat of the day you fell at work."

You gritted your teeth. "This pregnancy doesn't even feel like my last one. Okay? I'm eating just fine. Too well, actually."

You turned on your heel, boot squeaking on the floor and headed out to collect Rose from daycare. Everything was just a reminder of your size right now. Visions of candy bars danced in your head as you told yourself you'd go home and eat a sensible dinner while Bradley held his office hours. But you already knew... you just knew Indigo would squeeze her way in there with her pretty eyes and her perky tits. And your husband seemed to be oblivious to her. At least you'd tried to convince yourself he wasn't actively looking. But you knew she found him attractive. You could smell it on her a mile away.

Tears filled your eyes as you approached the daycare facility. If he was looking at her, you couldn't blame him. Indigo was beautiful, her body stunning even in her flight suit. Meanwhile you looked like an exhausted, lumpy, khaki-covered potato with acne and zero energy.

"Let's go home," you whispered to Rose, trying to smile at the daycare staff as you pushed her out in her stroller.

You were absolutely fine. You were totally fine. Or at least you would be. Or at least that's what you kept telling yourself.

But all week long, you heard the same collection of call signs spilling from Bradley's lips, and Indigo's was always the first one. She was the fastest, most cunning, smartest, most decisive pilot he'd ever flown with. Any time you asked him a question about work, she was the answer. And he was late coming home almost every day.

"Hey, Sweetheart. Sorry, I had to stay in the infirmary with Spice after she strained her shoulder," he said, rushing inside on Friday night as you made dinner. "She couldn't even raise her arm to get her helmet off."

He kissed your cheek, letting his hand rest on your belly for a beat before he ended up on the floor next to Rose's play mat where she was trying her hardest to crawl to Tramp. As soon as Bradley showed up, she changed her mind and tried to get to him instead.

You pressed your lips together as you turned off the stove burner. "Did anyone else stay with you and Spice?"

"Yeah, Indigo hung out," he replied easily, brushing his fingers along Rose's hair with a smile. You swallowed hard, watching him on his hands and knees in his khaki uniform. He looked so good. Like ridiculously good. Broad shoulders and big biceps and a handsome smile.

"Why am I not surprised?" you muttered, turning away from him.

"I think they're friends," he said. "It's kind of amusing getting to experience the love and hate dynamics amongst the group. The women tend to stick together on the ground, but anything goes in the air."

Your stomach ached with hunger pangs, and the only thing you wanted to eat was ice cream. When you realized you'd eaten a frozen burrito barely an hour ago, you desperately wanted to go to bed hungry, but you started to feel guilty about the baby.

"My parents listed their house today," you announced, trying to change the subject before you started to cry.

"Did you hear that, Nugget?" Bradley scooped Rose up in his arms and carried her into the kitchen where you were plating two meals. "Your grandparents are moving here to spend more time with you. And next summer, we'll take you and your little brother or sister back to Virginia to see where ol' Goose and Carole used to live, okay?"

He peppered her face with kisses until she was giggling wildly, and every negative thought started to get fuzzy around the edges. When his brown eyes met yours, you nodded toward the table, and his arm slipped around your waist.

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Bradley came home from his office hours on Monday to find you wearing only his old UVA shirt. The soft cotton was hugging your bump and showing off your legs, and he was ready to get on his knees and beg for you.

After he put Rose in her crib for the night, he met you in bed where you were wearing your glasses, your face freshly scrubbed. He was plainly getting hard in his gym shorts the more he looked at you. It was so obvious. When you stood on your knees and coaxed him closer with your finger, he met you there.

"I hope you know how good you have it, Roo," you whispered against his lips.

He knew. He knew all about it. He let his hand slide down over your belly, keeping you in place when you tried to scoot away. Then his fingers slowly yanked up the hem of his shirt until he was touching your pussy. 

"Of course I know it, Baby Girl." He circled your clit with his middle finger before slipping it inside you. "I've got my Rosie. And my hot, pregnant wife with her perfect pussy." When you whimpered, he kissed your nose. "I've got it all."

You dragged the shirt up over your belly and chest, tossing it aside. For a beat, Bradley went completely dizzy at the sight of your tits. Then you made everything better by placing your hands on your breasts, working them until beads of milk appeared. Your head was tipped back, pussy squeezing his middle finger, and Bradley almost lost his mind.

His kisses were rough. He knew it. But you were whining Roo as he got undressed, and then you were guiding his lips to your tits. He had to have it dirty. His cock was so fucking hard, he needed to make you scream.

"Oh, fuck," he growled as his lips grazed your nipple, lapping up your milk until he thought he was going to pass out. Every inch of your body was so sweet and supple, but he wanted you babbling and begging.

Bradley meticulously cleaned you up until you were clinging onto him, then he pushed you onto your back. Without hesitation, he started fucking you. When you needed a hand over your mouth to keep from waking Rose, he was all too happy to help. When you spread your legs wider, he watched his cock glide inside your welcoming body over and over again until he felt his orgasm in his balls.

"Shit. I'm gonna cum," he groaned, waiting until you nodded against his palm to lose himself. Hips thrusting, filling you with shallow strokes, he fucked you until your pussy was dripping. He watched the mess he made dribble down your ass before catching it with his fingertips. "I swear I don't think I can keep my cock out of you long enough for you to not be pregnant ever again."

You snorted before reaching for his hand and bringing it to your lips. "After this one, I'm going right back on the pill. No more slip ups," you whispered. Bradley watched as your tongue darted out, licking his sticky cum and swallowing every drop.

"No more slip ups," he echoed, smiling at your belly. He'd never consider this a mistake. Not in a million years. A surprise? Absolutely. But not a mistake.

Bradley's phone lit up where it had been discarded on the floor when you slipped into the bathroom. He had a text from an unknown number with a Virginia area code. At first, he thought it might be his cousin Brenda letting him know she had a new phone number, but when he opened the message, his brow creased in confusion at first.

Lieutenant Commander, thanks for spending so much time with me today in your office today.

Only three people had been in his office with him earlier. One was Maverick. One was Forrest who he had to reprimand. The third was Indigo. Bradley hadn't been giving out this number, but it was readily available if anyone wanted to look through the registry in the lobby of the building where his small office was housed.

He scratched the rough stubble along his jaw, contemplating if he should respond after nine in the evening. He saved her number under her call sign and tossed his phone on the bed when you walked back in with a smile on your face. He should wait until the morning to respond if at all.

You yawned when he passed you. "I'm ready for bed, Roo."

"Give me a minute to brush my teeth, and I'm right behind you."

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By the end of the week, your parents had two offers on the house where you were raised. They were officially downsizing to a cute bungalow a few streets over in Coronado, and you were excited. Or you wanted to be.

But every time you let your heart fill with happiness over your parents or the baby, you remembered that Indigo was texting your husband. You saw it for yourself. Right after he fucked you so good, you could barely walk, you glanced down at his phone on your bed. He had her number saved in his phone, and you wanted to cry.

You could ask him for permission to look at his phone. You could see what his reaction was. That would give you a good gauge of what exactly was going on between them. But Bradley had never once asked you to hand your phone over to him. He'd ever insinuated that there would be a reason he didn't trust you. 

Unsure what else to do, you sat in your office during your lunch break and cried. The tears were hot and miserable on your cheeks, and a headache instantly started brewing behind your eyes. It took you almost ten minutes to get yourself under control, and by then you didn't even feel like going to the cafeteria for food.

When someone knocked, you looked up at your door. Maybe it was Bradley. Maybe you could get his phone from him somehow and check it yourself. "Come in," you called, voice soft from all the tears you'd shed. Instead of your husband, Jake strolled inside. "Did you get lost? Cat's probably in the lab."

"Aww, come on, Angel," he drawled, dropping down into your extra chair. "I came all the way up here to see you."

"Oh." You were a little surprised. Everyone was so busy as the last quarter of the year was beginning, you felt like you hadn't seen much of him.

"Why do you look so sad?" he asked, already leaning forward to stand again. "Want me to grab you and the baby something to eat and bring it up here?"

"No," you told him quickly. "I'm fine. Just a little stressed." You tried to smile, but you felt like you could cry again. "Are you having a slow day?"

"Nah." He leaned back with his arms crossed over his chest. "Just had to get away from your annoying husband and his band of misfits clogging up the comms with their exercises."

"Band of misfits?" you asked with a soft laugh.

"Bunch of children," he replied with an eye roll. "Look like they just graduated from high school." His eyes went wide. "Oh shit, that probably means I look old now."

"You don't look too bad for someone older than me," you promised with a smirk. "Hey, do you know anything about any of those new pilots?"

"I know they like to hog the line in the cafeteria. One of them took the last slice of pizza yesterday, and I had to wait for a new pie to finish baking. Food should be based on seniority. I outrank all of them."

You were laughing at his smile now. "Hey, maybe I should get something to eat. And it might be nice to get out of my office for a few minutes."

"I'll walk you down." Jake stood and helped you to your feet. "Can't hang out too long though. Mav has a fire under his ass about getting Phoenix, Bob and I in the air this afternoon."

You headed to the cafeteria with Jake, getting a chance to hear his side of the wedding plans after listening to Cat for weeks. They wanted something small and simple, but he assured you there would be room for the Bradshaws on the guest list. Once you had a tray piled high with a salad, breadsticks and once slice of pizza, you took a seat while Jake headed back out to the tarmac to get back to work.

Your lunch tasted incredible. The cheese from the pizza was practically melting in your mouth. When the cafeteria started clearing out, there were only a few tables occupied, and you started stacking the plates on your tray. You could have a calm, reasonable conversation with your husband. He'd let you look at his phone, and everything would be fine.

"Okay, but what's up with Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw?"

Your eyes darted up from your tray to find two officers sitting a short distance away. The one facing you had a patch on her flight suit that said SPICE, and you recognized her call sign from conversations with Bradley.

"He's hot, but he's wearing a wedding band," she added.

You swore your heart stopped at her words. Then you realized that the woman with her back to you was Indigo. Her jet black hair was wound up in a tight bun that accentuated her long neck even from behind, and her laughter set your teeth on edge.

"I already told you," she said, and you had to stop breathing to make sure you heard every word. "His wife is a civvy. I saw her at the bar the only night he showed up. They have one kid, and apparently she's pregnant again. At least that's what I heard Lieutenant Trace saying."

"What does his wife look like?" Spice asked, casually taking a sip of her drink as if your world wasn't crumbling to pieces.

"It was hard to tell in the dark, but her face seemed okay. Nice-ish body, but come on..." Indigo gestured to herself. "The man's only human, and his wife is definitely older than me. That much is easy to tell. And she'll be huge again soon."

You tried to get up from your seat quickly, fighting with yourself to get out of the room, but it was too late. Both of them were standing now, still chatting as Indigo turned your way. As soon as her eyes landed on your face, you saw them widen. That pretty blue color looked terrifying as a smile of recognition spread across her lips.

Indigo absolutely knew who you were now. Her eyes dipped down to the hyphenated name pinned against your chest, and now she knew you weren't a random civilian. She knew you were an officer who worked on North Island. She knew way too much as she took in every inch of your body. And she looked really pleased by what she saw.

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[harryhighkey]

"i can do it myself." "i know you can but let me."

i've been seeing things based around this everywhere rn and to me it is SO in-ho coded, he loves to look after his girl!!!!!!!!!!! so here are headcanons for fem!reader x in-ho/frontman/player 001/young-il based around the idea of: "i can do it myself." "i know you can but let me."

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car door:

this is the most obvious one, and it's every. single. time. whenever you two are headed towards the car and get closer, he speeds up his last few steps and reaches for your door before you have the chance. as you get in, he places his hand on your back and makes sure you're safely inside before he shuts it for you. there was literally one time when you beat him to it because you wanted to know what he would do and he was genuinely pissed off in the car while you couldn't stop laughing. that pissed him off more. "you're being so overdramatic." you teased him between giggles. "you'll pay for this when we get home."

suitcase:

you two often find yourselves with suitcases, going from your home to the island. each time you tell in-ho, "no, i can carry it!" as you try to keep a strong grip on the handle, determined not to let him take it off you this time. and each time he rolls his eyes, "i know, but i've got it." and he takes your hand off the handle, replacing it with his and wheeling it away before you can fight him on it any longer.

opening a jar:

this is one he has to actively catch you struggling to do it in order to help you with it, because you refuse to ask for help with this. this is something you believe you should be able to open on your own. "fucking hell." you'd curse. "hand it over, pottymouth." he'd quietly been watching you, trying not to laugh. "no, i don't even feel like it anymore." you'd stubbornly put the jar away with a huff. "sure, baby." in-ho would laugh, making a mental note to loosen the jar when you weren't looking.

holding the umbrella:

"ugh, i hate the rain." you say in your whiny voice, especially if you're caught out in it. in-ho knows all too well how getting wet (from the rain that is) annoys you, because you let it be known every time it rains. with a smile on his face, he extends the umbrella and pulls you in close, you latch onto his arm with both of yours, but he always makes sure that the majority of the umbrella is covering you. he dots a kiss to your cheek, trying to get that grumpy expression off your face. "this is the only time i like to keep you dry."

filling up your water bottle:

he'd never met someone so attached to a water bottle before. because you were always sipping on it, he'd come to learn how it sounded when it was almost empty. he'd also come to learn that when it was empty you couldn't really concentrate on anything else except how thirsty you were. of course that was psychological, you'd just had a bottle of water. but you didn't like it when he said things like that. so now when he would hear it nearing empty, he was quick to grab it and fill it up. if he happens to walk past it and you're not there, he'll pick it up and give it a shake to see if it needs a refill, too.

blow drying your hair:

you both love this. your arms always get tired when you do it, but you hate to go to bed with wet hair. in-ho is an observer, and he'd watch you as you did it. seeing you sigh and drop your arms to take mini breaks, by the third time watching you blow dry it, he decided it was time to step in. "here, give it to me." he held out his hand. "oh, no. it's okay, i'll finish it, i'm just resting my arms for a sec." you told him with a smile. "i'll finish it for you." you handed him the blow dryer and he went to work. you'd smile at him in the mirror, not sure how you got so lucky.

[trevorsgodmother]

𝑯𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓮 #1 (C.S ☁️)

☞ Masterlist

Warnings: Idrk bruh, cheating suggested..? (but there's none), bit of crying, swearing, reader being an idiot, yelling POV: First person (reader and Chris) Summary: You find a contact on Chris' phone...

(Chris' POV)

"CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO"

My whole body violently jerks when I hear my full name being yelled from the other room. Wide eyes turn to Nick and Matt, who look at me surprised, and a bit scared. My girlfriend sounds mad. And I don't even know why.

My throat bobs as I swallow, nervous as hell. What had I done? "Um...yea?"

"GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW"

I flinch. She never usually yells. Nick gives me a 'look' and a thumbs up for good luck, while Matt stifles a smile and looks away. I sigh and walk into my bedroom, where my girlfriend is waiting.

(Your POV)

I'd been searching through his contact list for a number he'd gotten a few weeks ago from a mutual friend. I'd wanted to call her to meet up. But that's all that I was doing. I didn't even open any other apps, I trusted him to not cheat, and I knew he never would.

Right?

As soon as I saw the contact, my face froze in shock. Under the 'H' contact list.

'Hottie #1 💞'

I'd never clicked on anything faster in my life. Scrolling down through the info, I looked for the number.

It wasn't mine.

Chris, my boyfriend, had someone else saved as hottie. Who was it? When did he meet her? Why hadn't he done a better job of hiding it? Though i'm glad he didn't.

And now i'm pissed.

I'm sitting on the bed, tapping my foot. One hand holds Chris' phone, the other fists the bedsheets.

The man himself comes in, lowkey looking terrified at how i'd called him.

"Hey babe-" "Shut up and come here. Now"

He looks scared. Good. Maybe he'll feel really bad for it. I promise myself to not get emotional.

I raise an eyebrow. "Well?"

He scratches the back of his neck, looking confused. "Well...what?" I sigh. "You think i'm stupid Chris?"

His eyes widen and he shakes his head so fast i'm worried he'll get whiplash. "No-" "Bullshit. I know what you did"

I prayed this wouldn't be the reaction. But when his face drops into guilt, my heart shatters. It couldn't be. "Ok..i'm sorry..."

Despite my self-confidence, tears fill my eyes. "How could you...I loved you Chris" (lowk cringed myself out)

He sighs. "I didn't mean to get her dirty I just...I'm sorry. Then I had to throw her away. She was covered in mud and shit. I couldn't get it out." His voice is sincere and sad.

I blink. "What?"

He looks up. "What?"

I'm a little confused as I hold up his phone. "I meant who's 'Hottie #1'?"

His expression morphs into... even more confusion? No recognition, no remorse, just curiosity.

And then a grin breaks out on his face.

And now he's laughing loudly, in that obnoxious, contagious way of his.

My brow furrows. "Chris, this isn't funn-" "Call the number."

His words catch me off guard. "Huh?" "Call the number babe. Trust me."

I hesitate. Why was he telling me to call it? His gaze is amused and challenging. Fuck it. I call the number.

I immediately hear ringing from outside, and Matt yelling out. "Dude why the fuck are you calling me?"

My eyes widen. Chris starts laughing again. It was his brother.

Hottie #1 was Matt (Rs tho).

My face flushes as Chris collapses in giggles. I throw his phone at him, a smile tugging at my lips. "Shut upp, you scared me. Your obsession with Matt is concerning by the way."

Chris just rolls around, chackling so hard he could choke, but then he suddenly stops and his face pales a little as I speak again.

"Wait, you got who dirty?"

A/N: Just smth a lil short and goofy 😝 ALL FLIRTING BETWEEN CHRIS AND MATT IS A JOKE, THEY ARE SIBLINGS (THE MATTY B FIC IS COMING PROMISE (i'm js making it extra good yk)) TL: @hearts4werka @stvrnzcherries @spaghetti835928383 @pvssychicken @snowysosturn @sllutty-sturniolo @sturnmeovr No stealing gang Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws <3 -Ropitipop 👁👅👁

[jrsktx]

Your past with Ellie

P2

Listened to this masterpiece as i wrote this. Kinda inspired me for the next part🤫

!!!! In this version Abby did not try to kill Joel. Joel did not kill Abby's father. Nobody at nobodys throats. But the two girls can't stand eachother. And the 2 dads both were near being 💀 (Abby lives in the same town as reader and the others)!!!!

!!!SPOILER!!!(Ellies biggest safe place was their house,that's why reader wants to go back over and over again)

Abby is a little bit nicer in this version then she actually is(srry not srry)

Mention of: uuhhh nothing comes to minddd angst,fluff,comforting

(A little explanation to readers and Abby relationship. They kinda friends. Abby and Dina are best friends. You and Abby know eachother for like 1 and a half months. She knows about what happened between you and Ellie bc she's always at Dina's house)

You were at Dina's house. Again. Well... if you think more to it, you live with her now. It's been a month since the last time u tried to sleep at ur actual so called home. Waiting (again, who is shocked) for ur girlfriend. Nothing. Again.

When you told Dina the next day she wasn't surprised. U tried to play off that ur not hurt. That it didn't surprise you... even you did not believe that. It hurt as fuck. You wondered where even is she? Where she could been? Is she cheating on you? Living w someone else?

These were the thaughts that played in your head nonstop.

Not officially,but you moved into Dina's house after she told you maybe it's better to leave that place a little. To breath. You moved some things. Not all of them. You couldn't. (you went to get all of ur things but then you returned with a few things bc you couldn't pack all ur things like this is the end)

And that was more than a month ago. And here you were. Talking with Dina about this. That you shouldn't be the one drowning in this,she should be the one crawling back to you.

This shit again? Really? This is like the 100 fucking times you guys talk about this. Do you guys talk about anything else?

You and Dina snap ur heads to the door. Seeing Abby leaning into the door frame. Jesse behind her as he opens his mouth (you and Dina took a big sigh at that bc you knew he is going to mock everything)

Agree I didn't hear the full conversation but I can tell it started with "Ohh Dina do you think she's well? Even tho I'm the one drowning in depression? Do you think if I go back to that shitty house for the 101 times she will be there?" He said while mocking ur voice

"Ohh well I don't know (name). I think you should try it. It's gonna hurt u even more. Even tho both of us know she isn't even near the house but alright. Yeah this is the smartest idea on the earth." Abby says sarcasticly shrugging her shoulder while mocking Dina.

"Ohh alright thanks than I'm going already. And secretly I'm gonna search other places hoping she is there. And definetely I am not going to be surprised that she is no where. I 'm not going to cry about it for weeks. Nuuuh none of that right?"

"Hmm thinking about that,yeah you definet- you throw a pillow at Abby making her cut off the sentence. Making her catch the pillow.

Are you done? You say glaring at the both of them.

Yeah this isn't so funny as you guys think it is. Dina agreed with u, glaring with u at the both idiots.

Wha- Well, excuse you, I think this was our best perfomance yet! Abby said while she walked to you and Dina,sitting next to you.

Yeah, this was our best,and we don't even get a cheering from the crowd.. Jesse shakes his head while sitting next to Dina.

So? What is it this time? Did you realise you need to search her and officially break up with her? To be healthy and all bubbly again?

Dina pinched Abbys arm at that

Ouch- what the? I'm saying what I'm thinking about this. This is the best for her! Like you guys ain't thinking the same. But I'm gonna be the bad cop than.

You sit up more comfortably,as u push ur knees to ur chest,hugging ur legs.

But,maybe me and her could fix thi-

Abby cuts you off

Nuh-uh none of that bullshit. I don't wanna hear anyting like that

Yeah don't be stupid! Your the only one who tries to fix thi-

Dina cutsh him off

Exactly. It's clear she does not want you to find her. So stop it. This is unhealthy now. I love you but please. This has to stop.

But-

Abby cuts you off again

I said none of that bullshit. She snaps at u. Glaring at u

You say nothing as you burried your face into ur knees. Hiding ur face away from them. Your teary eyes. Because. You loved Ellie. You truly did. So how could you just leave her? Break up with her just because she isn't well? You could help her. Fix this. Right? Right.....?

You need a brake. Not the hiding away in my room crying secretly. You need to go out.

Jesse and Dina are both nodding while Abby speaks.

Theres a new bar. We should try it. And before you snap nobody expects you to find someone new alright? Just a little break. We get drunk and shit. I heard back than u reaaalllyy liked getting drunk.

You slightly giggle at that remembering those parties where you outdrinked everyone.

So? What do you say? Dancing to the fine ass(it was not) music while drinking like theres no tomorrow? And then throwing up at the nearest dickhead we find?

You Jesse and Dina giggle at that.

But could you? Could you go out and pretend ur well? That this didn't drown you down into the darkness? Pretend you aren't going through a break up even tho u guys didn't say it out loud? Could you?

Sooo that's all for today. I can't choose that reader will end up with Ellie or w a specific someone else. I really like both storylines in my head,and both of them are my fav characters so I can't really decide😭

Hope you liked and enjoy it. Please send a feedback if you liked it,or have any idea. 🫶🏻

[ourfinalisation]

⟶ let you break my heart again

cw:: i have never written angst like this before. gn!reader, reader is MEAN in this one, reader implied to be an english speaker, reader gets drunk? satoru + reader met at jujutsu high

Satoru Gojo is not a coffee drinker.

It’s bitter, it's either scalding hot or biting cold, and in your words, “it tastes like dirt.”

He remembers the way he laughed in agreement last year when you muttered that under your breath, consequence of sneaking a sip of Nanami’s coffee. He remembers looking at you, his cheeks flushed and his words all airy. And he can't scrub from his mind the way you didn't spare him a glance.

Satoru Gojo hates coffee. But after a long night of entertaining a drunken you, he needs something to propel him through the day. And cocaine is illegal.

His eyes follow you around the staff room. Rubbing your temples and groaning, snapping at anyone who dares to speak.

“Someone’s hungover,” he smirks.

“Shut up,” you hiss. “Your voice is so grating.”

He shuts up, and pretends you didn't say that. He shuts up and pretends you don't always say that. He shuts up and pretends he doesn't spend night after night picking you up from a bar, completely wasted, or dropping you off to a date, or picking you up from some fling’s apartment at 7am.

On days when the staff room is silent, he allows himself a fleeting moment to close his eyes and picture you. He dreams of the thirteen-year long softness with which he can't help but afford you, and he lets himself fantasise that once, just once, you'll turn around and return his lovesick smile.

But on days like this, he presses his lips together in a fine line and ignores the sympathetic glance Shoko spares him.

He wonders what it is about him that is so unappealing. Nursing a whiskey at some dive bar, he slurs out his troubles to a sympathetic barkeep.

“Girls like me. I get asked out all the time. But she doesn't want me, and I don’t know why!” He wants to scream, or cry, or laugh, but he's not sure which and he slumps over the bar and barely catches his glass before it goes tumbling over. “I don't want the other fish in the fucking sea. I want her. She’s the prettiest fish.”

No one comes to pick him up.

Some days you're sweet on him. You throw him a bone. You send him songs in English that he doesn't understand, but he listens to the melody and the gibberish lyrics and he finds pieces of you in the songs.

[satoru gojo]: good song

[satoru gojo]: i like your taste in music ;)

Read, 11:06PM.

On other days you pick him up as the unforgiving sun is setting. You drive, asking him about his day, letting him ramble about his students, or vent about the higher ups, or tell you about this super funny thing Nanami did as though you weren't there.

He turns his head away from you as he finishes speaking, and he's glad he wears a blindfold as it catches his tears.

He downs the rest of his coffee, shuffling over on the couch to give you room to sit next to him.

“Thanks for picking me up last night,” you mumble, picking at your nails. You refuse to make eye contact, which is just as well because he'd hate for you to see the wide-eyed stare he's subjecting you to.

“... No problem.”

[olderthannetfic]

another round of "smut in my native language is so bad" bs coming from Europeans (im saying Europeans bc they're by far the largest section that complains about this openly. I'm sure Latin Americans and Asians have similar takes wrt their languages but they're not as loud about it) and I came across this gem, and I paraphrase: "I cant even imagine having sex with someone from my country because I'd have to listen to their dirty talk, that's why I only fuck foreigners who speak English"

... what?

every single of these stupid posts - esp if they come from monolingual EFL speakers - about mocking languages - be they Germanic, Slavic, Romance, or Celtic - is just in such bad taste to me, and the reason as to why this hits European languages primarily is pretty much the same as every single food discourse of people (primarily Americans, be they white or not!) making fun of traditional European dishes - because they cant say the same thing about "strange" Asian or African dishes without being correctly called out as xenophobic racists and/or they simply have none of that on their radar (as we all know, everyone online is American, and if they're not American, they're European. If you're not American or European, you're a spy, and if you're not a spy either, you don't exist bc these other countries speak neither english nor do they have internet, phones or free time)

if you're already giggling about how strange and unerotic (? lol) French, German, Polish or whatever sound, I dont even wanna know what you think about the sexiness potential of a language where you cant even read the script but won't be saying that because This will be the straw that breaks the camel's back

but getting off my little soapbox and pivoting back to the paraphrased quote:

when this comes from smug EFL speakers, im annoyed and they can catch some blocks, but ESL speakers joining in on this? oh boy, you are unspeakably... sad to me? i genuinely dont know how you are living and talking to people on a daily basis in that native language you hate so much, but then again, at royal courts, French used to be in so everyone learned it. but the specific of only ever being intimate with foreigners BECAUSE of them not speaking your language... this is just so fucking weird to me in a way i can't put my finger on. it feels so deeply insecure in yourself and while i guess this person is free to do whatever they like and fuck whoever they want to... 🫥. i guess

maybe im the asshole for trying to psychoanalyse that person but the general attitude, be it specific about smut or some "hihi haha, naeeee, imäginé spèåking likë thåt" bullshit, just needs to be carried into its grave already (as does the food discourse, for that matter)

--

English wasn't good for writing things down... until it was. I know it's hard to be the trail blazer who goes "Actually, our vernacular is awesome!", but I wish more people would try.

(Side note: Are we using EFL and ESL the same way? EFL = English as a Foreign Language, and is a term for teaching English in a non-English majority context. ESL = English as a Second Language and is used more to talk about teaching English to immigrants to the US or another English-speaking place. I think some places also just use EFL where I'd use ESL.)

[fuzzythoughtsblog]

Warning this work contains CnC specifically dark CnC rated :

🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊 - I will elaborately on the rating scale latter but 5 is the highest. You have been warned now enjoy:

I exit my class room only to be grabbed by my girlfriend.

"Where the fuck were you? " she says gripping my arm to the point I'm losing feeling.

" I was just in class. Zara please let go! "

"Oh really your were in class? Why weren't you answering your phone? I told you I want you to be available 24/7! " she says now pressing me into a wall as people move past us

"That teacher doesn't allow phones. Besides I was busy... " she grabs my jaw as slams me back into the the wall before I can finish.

"Busy doing what? Being a slut! " she screams while people turn and look at us

"No! I was studying. Baby people are starring. "

"You think I fucking care! They can stare all they want, that's probably what you like everyone watching you! Fucking attention whore! “ she says as she moves her hands to my throat " Your probably showing my pussy to anyone who will look. Can't answer my text because your to busy getting dicked down, is that it?"

"No ... Please ... stop ... I can't breathe... I'm sorry... Please. " I heave through gasp as I try to pry her off of me

"I fucking knew it! Stupid bitch! " she tells before grabbing my braids and dragging me to the bathroom. "Stupid fucking cheating slut! "

She slams me into the wall and begins to pull down my shirt. While I beg her to stop.

I feel a sharp sting across my face, as the slap registers. In a state of shock I stop moving giving her enough time to bite me till she breaks skin.

"It hurts, stop, please. " I cry trying to pull her off.

"I don't fucking care I have to leave my mark to let everyone you try to fuck know your mine. " she says before biting the other side of my neck.

"I didn't ... cheat please stop! "

'You think I'm dumb whore, you were just apologizing for it. Now you want to act all innocent. Did you let them cum in you? Huh" she says while grabbing my shoulders and shaking me.

"I didn't I swear, please stop. " I beg while looking in her eyes which just makes her more angry. She grabs my throat again but this time tighter as tight as she could. "Admit it. "

I begin to thrash against her for breath while clawing at her hands.

"I can't ... breathe." I say voice almost nonexistent

"If you admit it ill let you go. "

"Please ... " I manage to squeak out as the corners of my eyes go dark

"Admit it! "

"I'm sorry." I cough as I feel my body becoming limp.

Just as I begin to see stars she let's me go. Sending me dry heaving for breathe as I fall to the floor legs to numb to carry me.

"I fucking knew it! " she says as she lifts my head up by my hair.

I can't only keep catching my breath as she throws me into the wall.

"I want you to say it! " she say leaning down to my level "Say you couldn't answer your girlfriends text because you were busy being a cheap slut. "

"I'm sorry, I couldn't answer your text because I was being a slut. " I whimper crawling into a ball.

"Fuck, well here's what were going to do. " she says before grabbing my already sore neck. "If your going to be a whore I might as well make money off of it. "

"What ? " I manage to choke out

"You fucking heard me! If you going to be a slut might as well whore you out! Now take your fucking clothes off! "She says while grabbing for my clothes

"No, please" I cry while shrieking away

"Shut the fuck up! You did this to yourself! All I want is a loving girlfriend and instead I get a thirsty slut! You need to make it up to me now strip! " she yells while grabbing my arms and uncrossing them

"No Zara! I won't, don't touch me we're done! " I scream as I flail into her.

However, my words cause her to pause for a second, not let go just pause. Which causes me to pause. Zara then begins to laugh before wrestling me to the ground.

"You think you get to say when we're done? Dead fucking wrong whore! I've put to much into this relationship just for you to end it because you got caught! No! Unless you want me to leak those beautiful pictures of your being a fucked out mess to your parents, I decided when we're done. Or do you want poor mommy dearest to see the videos of you being my little pornstar? " she remarks with a smirk.

Moving my arms so she's holding me down with one hand while reaching for her phone with the other.

"No, please I'm sorry. Zara I'm sorry! " I beg

She stops and looks at me. In a cooing tone while swiping away my tears she says "I know baby, now strip. " letting go at the end of her sentence.

Reluctantly I sit up and begin removing my top. Causing her to let up off of me enough that I can remove my skirt.

"There we go. You can keep the bra on. " she says while beginning to stand up.

As I take off my panties I begin to stand up.

"No, stay down and kneel. "

As I do as told she beings riffling through my bag before pulling out a sharpie and a piece of paper.

"What you think, I say a dollar to write on you , two to hit you, four to use your mouth or your hand, and ten to shove something in your cunt? Does that sound reasonable to you? "

I lower my head as she writes on the paper.

"Mmmh, oh here's an idea an extra dollar to cum in your mouth and you swallow it. Fuck it an extra 5 to cum in your cunt. " she say while scribbling on the paper.

She then tapes the paper to my chest and waits. The first couple of girls looked shocked. The next couple of girls whispered and almost took a picture before Zara stopped them asking if they wanted to pay.

Zara looked frustrated until a girl walked up in front of us and handed Zara a crumpled up 5 dollar bill as she pulled down her pants as she shoved my face into her crotch. Hesitantly I look at Zara who glares at me.

I then slowly begin to lick at her clit as the girl presses me closer I begin changing between licks and sucks wanting to get this over with. I feel as she begins to quiver and rock into me, intertwining her fingers with my hair as she does. Encourage I keep sucking on her clit and begin pressing my tongue into her causing her to rut hard into me. She then begins to be more and more rough with me as she gets closer and closer. Slamming her hips into me until I almost can't breathe while griping onto my hair for balance. Finally after the abuse she cums. Filling my mouth with her vile. I almost gag as I swallow. When she done the girl hufs and pulls up her pants before walking off.

And then we wait, as her taste remains fresh on my tongue. The next girl who shows some interest laughs at me and begins to talking to Zara. The two begin talking about my body and how much of as whore I am. Until the girl gives Zara three dollars. She the grabs the marker and writes "cheap slut " above my boobs before slapping me. As I begin to tear up the girl laughs and walks away.

The next woman I recognize as one of the professors. Ashamed I begin to cover my self until Zara grabs my wrist.

"Behave! "

Zara and the professor talk. The professor asks if they can shove something other than a toy or cock into my cunt. To which Zara nods. The professor then asks Zara if she can get a little discount for not reporting this. To which Zara agrees to by giving her a free hit and a free mark. Zara the hands the professor some lube and a condom. And to my surprise the teacher begins stretching the latex around the end of a metal water bottle. Not too big but not something I've never taken before.

I look in horror. "I can't take that! "

"Shut the fuck up you can and you will! " Zara says before slapping me once more.

With a smirk the professor hands the bottle to Zara and sinks down beside me. She then pours lube onto my pussy and two of her fingers. Taking no time to shove the two in causing me to groan. The professor then stares at me intensely as she begins working me loose on her fingers. Try to get me ready as fast as she can.

After a good ten minutes and three more fingers she slips out and reaches for the bottle to my displeasure. She then presses it into me ever so slightly as I cry out due to the sensation of it stretching me more and more. Similar as she begins filling me more and more she too begins to moan.

Whispering "Take it cunt. "

When I finally hit the middle of the bottle she stops pressing and begins to twist it and move it around. Dragging thing against my insides. Trying to give herself enough wiggle room. When she has it she begins thrusting it in and out causing me to moan out.

"Good slut. Like being fucked so bad you don't care what's fucking you? " the professor says as she speeds up her thrusting and begins to rub my clit.

Causing me to clench on the stupid fucking bottle.

"Awww you love it so much! Look at that pathetic cunty sucking it in!" She says while going crazy on my clit.

At this point I'm screaming from the pleasure, the sensation, the humiliation, and the pain. Tears stream from my my eyes as I buck up into her hand consequently pushing the bottle deeper inside of me.

"Are you going to do it are you going to cum on that fucking bottle! "

"No, no, please no. "

"Don't fucking talk back! Do it slut make a mess all over this cup! " she says pounding into me faster and faster while rubbing my clit like crazy.

"Do it! You better cum in the next 4... 3... 2.." And I'm screaming clenching so hard im pretty sure I dented the bottle.

"That's it, good fucking slut!" She says before smacking my already sensitive clit as I fall over the edge. By the time I'm fully done I'm shaking from the after affect.

"Wow that was... Can I take a picture? " the professor says before looking at Zara who begins to think "I'll pay extra, 5 dollars and no face. "

Before Zara says anything thing she shakes her head causing the professor to yell "10 dollars extra!" Causing Zara to laugh and nod. Quickly the professor pulls out her phone then zooms in on my bottle filled pussy. Taking three pictures one of it in, one of her pulling it out, and one of my empty cunt.

The woman the grabs the marker and draws an arrow to my clit adding hit me with a heart to the end of the arrow.

The professor then takes the bottle and stand up and cash apps Zara the money. She almost walks off until Zara stops her.

"Uh uh ten dollars for every picture. Only seems fair right teach. " Zara says with a smile

Angry the teacher takes her phone out and quickly sends her the rest of the money. Before stomping off.

Zara smiles before waiting again. For the next 4 hours we get customer after customer. From girl who just wanted to mark on me to others who hit my clit to those who road my face with earnest. To a handfull of people who fucked me with their hands and toys. By the end of the 4 hours my tongue and clit ached. I was covered in words. "Fuck me" "whore" "Screamer" "Great ride" "Abuse me" "I ♡ cum" "use me" "choke me" "Fuck my face" "useless".

As Zara checks her bank account and adds up the crippled up bills I assume we're done. Until another girl strolls up.

"Sorry we're closed. "Zara says while counting the money.

" I'll pay double! " She says while avoiding eye contact.

"Okay then, now we're talking. What do you want her mouth, to hit her, oh her hands haven't been used? "

"I'd like to fuck her. Well breed her ." she says arm crossed over the bulge in her pants.

"Oh, okay go ahead."

The girl then begins to pull down her pants and take out her cock. Knowing I'm on the pill makes me freak out less but I know this is going to ache.

"Do I need to prep her? "

"Nah the bottle pretty much did that for everyone. " Zara shrugs as she hands her the lube.

The girls looks puzzled but squirts the lube on me before lathering her cock. She lines up and let's out a huff before hesitating. She then slowly pushes in.

"Fuck it feels so good! So warm! " she says while twitching.

She then pauses for a moment soaking it in. When she finally moves her rhythm kinda sucks. There's no pattern as she ruts into me with closed eyes. She moans and curses under her breath. It takes a minute or 5 until she finally develops a rhythm unfortunately her "rhythm" is just pounding into me like some kind of pocket pussy. I whine in oversimulation at each kiss of our hips. While she grunts in my ear.

"Finally. Finally. Finally. Fuck " she say into my ear

Surprisingly she then kisses me. Very poorly but the passion is there. She then begins to spasm.

"I'm sorry I can't last. I can't last any longer. Thank you slut! " she says while ramming home fucking her hot cum deeper and deeper into me.

Even after she finished she keeps humping and kiss until we're both overstimulated.

"Dude your done! " Zara says while grabbing her shoulder .

"Ugh I'm sorry that was my first time. " she squeaks while pulling out of me. Stopping to watch her cum drip out and onto the ground.

"Thirty now and an extra 5 for kiss that wasn't in the deal. " Zara scowls while pulling the girl up.

"Yes of course! " she says while pulling up her pants. She then hands Zara 40 dollars and turns around.

Before she walks away I hear her whisper to herself "I lost my virginity to a prostitute. "

I stare at her as she walks away.

"I just made 160 dollars! " Zara say while showing me the cash. Exhausted I hardly even glance up at her. "Don't look at me like that. It was your fault in the first place! But I guess I forgive you. Just next time no kissing! Now put your clothes on your late for class. "

[wandasaura]

horny thought for yail au …

duckling has been a bit whiny all day, but (surprisingly) hasn’t been a brat or acted out. just hovering around Natasha and Wanda, and when they ask if she wants or needs anything, she just sweetly/shyly cuddles into their hold and presses herself against their chest.

they know something must be up, but since ducky hasn’t done anything ‘punishable’ or been mouthy, they don’t push. the wives merely encourage her to use her words, checking in throughout the day when she keeps squirmy and grunty before seeking them out.

it’s not until a bit later that Wanda hones in on this behavior, watching as duckling subtly shifts her hips or presses and crosses her legs a bit tighter when snuggling into her on the couch. eventually, W throws her a small bone, “sweetheart, are you feeling sticky?” “do you need Mommy to help?”

cut to the subsequent scene of Wanda having duckling ride the strap she made her pick out, though she only touches or fucks her if ducky says it aloud.

“stop whining, baby. use your words or i’ll stop.”

“M-Mommy, ple-ease touch my tits!”

of course there’s edging and Wanda stops whenever duckling doesn’t answer or voice what she wants. it gets to a point where W is finally steadily fucking into duckling, the thumb of one hand playing with her clit every so often. in a haze, ducky grabs Wanda’s other hand, bringing it to her asshole in a silent plea. Wanda is a bit taken aback, but remains composed nonetheless.

“oh, does someone want me to touch them there? hm i didn’t hear anything…” she tuts. “good girls ask their Mommies for what they want.”

it’s not timely by any means, and they almost think it’s a shame that ducky can’t do it, though she does and when Wanda gives her what she’s asked for, the little thing has never cum so hard. by the time of ducky’s first orgasm, Natasha’s on her third with her hand shoved between her legs watching the scene unfold.

“see why you should use your words, honey?”

ducky is absolutely spent after that first orgasm, but she's feeling particularly petulant and pouty as she glances up at wanda with big round eyes that are brimming with tears. moonlight glimmers off of her skin, a layer of sweat separating wandas touch from the warmth of her body, but even with the state of exhaustion she's facing, she's not willing to let her body rest just yet. she makes it a point to mention that natasha got to cum three times, that she wants to cum three times. wanda shrugs her off, tells her to go to sleep, but then an incessant little hand snakes down beneath the blankets, and that's all that wanda needs to see to know that with or without help, ducky is cumming again.

"you were being such a good girl for mommy, don't ruin it now." wanda hums beneath her breath, her green eyes sharp and piercing as they stare back at ducky. she wins, of course she wins, and the second ducky huffs her compliance and pulls her fingers away from her cunt, wanda's on her knees, pulling ducky's legs open and slotting herself between them. "such a greedy girl. can't even take what mommy gives you without finding something to complain about. you want to cum again, moya lobuv? okay. you can cum again." and that's the end of the conversation. wanda's voice in the quiet of their shared bedroom turns into sounds of filth and pleasure. she's slurping and sucking, and her lips create the tightest seal of suction around ducky's clit until she pulls away and smirks at the audible pop that has her girl whining and squirming and absolutely dripping.

by ducky's third orgasm, she's trembling and crying, trying so hard to push wanda away from her core, to find a single moment to at least catch her breath, but wandas not willing to break away. she just mumbles from against ducks cunt, "you wanted to cum. get those pretty hands over your head before i put them there for you. and trust me, baby, i'm desperate to tie you up right now. you'd look so pretty completely at my mercy, but that's not that game were playing tonight, so be a good girl and listen to mommy before she has to be mean."

[justastargirlbabe]

BEST Friends | J. Routledge + J. Maybank

Innocent!reader x John b x JJ

Summary: Your best friends help swipe your v-card

Warnings: Loss of virginity, smut, oral (fem. receiving), Threesome, reader is a bit of an airhead when it comes to sex, aftercare...

“C’mon baby, there's no one better than us.” you’re currently sitting in between your two best friends, john b and jj. You might have let it slip that you’ve never had sex before, and the two gorgeous boys were quick with an idea. “Idk guys I mean, we're best friends a-and-and…”. You stutter, not having the courage to voice your thoughts. “And what princess?” jj blurts impatiently. “You’d have to see me yk… naked”. They both burst out in laughter hearing your confession. “Well duh cupcake, that's how it works.” jj goes back to laughing. John b speaks up, trying to settle your nerves. “Sweetie, c’mon were your best friends, we just wanna help you feel good,” he says rubbing your thigh soothingly.

“O-ok, but how do we umm start?”. You question cautiously. With no response jj gently takes your face into his hands and smashes his lips against yours, catching you by surprise. John b settles for your neck, placing gentle kisses as he sneaks his hand under your shirt. You pull away from jj, nervously looking at John B's actions. Jj intervenes before you get too unsettled. “It's alright cupcake, just lift your arms so me and jb can see your pretty tits”. Flattered, you lift your arms, allowing John b to remove your shirt, whilst jj unclips your bra. “Fuck, I can’t believe you’ve been hiding all this from us sweet thing.” this time john b claims your mouth, jj moving down your body to suck on your nipple, groping the other breast in his hand. You moan into the kiss with john b, and they both smirk. “You like that don’t you baby, c’mere lets get you out of those pants.”

john b removes his shirt, jj doing the same, and they both help you slide your pants off. Leaving you in your pink underwear. “Aw, princess your so fucking cute in your pretty little panties but these gotta go”. Jj tuts at you. Feeling nervous, you don't move. John b picks up on your body language. “Hey baby, it's ok. We just wanna take care of you, but you gotta trust us alright?” John B says. You nod in response but that just isn’t quite enough for John b. “ uh-uh honey, gotta hear you say it.” you take a deep breath before you break the silence. “ok, but uh please just go slow, oh and you guys gotta take your clothes off first.” The boys smile at you before moving to take off their pants. “Anything you need cupcake,” JJ confirms.

After staring wide-eyed at the size of their dicks, john b tugs on your panties, signaling it's your turn. He helps peel them off of you and you witness jj take them in his hand. Inspecting the pink cotton he touches on a wet spot and looks to John b. “I think someone's excited”. He says looking at you, making you blush.

You allow them to push you back on the bed, jj spreading your legs. “Sorry I'm all icky and not waxed” you say, panicking. “Hey hey it's alright, completely normal hun.” john b says assuring you. “Why don't you just start off by showing us how you make yourself feel good, that ok baby?” jj says trying to get a hint at what you like. You speak up cluelessly, “u-um what d’you mean?”, “y’know like when you flick the bean, or play with the pea, tickling your fancy-”, john b cuts him off. “He means Masturbating babe. Can you show us how you do that sweetie?” he questions. “Oh I um… uh, haven't done that before.” say surprised. “ Here I'm gonna rub on this spot and I want you to tell me how it feels.” jj starts drawing slow tiny circles on your clit. You throw your head back, shocked by the foreign yet amazing feeling. Sensing that you’re ready, John b delivers a quick kiss to your lips and sinks his mouth down on your soaked pussy. Jj goes to hold your head up, making sure you see how good they’re making you feel. “ oh-oh my god bee, your making me feel so good fuck”. John b smiles up at you as he sucks down hardly on your clit.

You whine at the loss of contact when he pulls a way to talk to you. “Yeah ik it feels good bunny, but i think you’re ready to take this cock yeah?” you almost gasp at his vulgar use of words. “It's alright mama, jj’s gonna open you up real good first. The boys swap places, “okay mama gonna stick a finger in, just remember to breathe.” you take a deep breath in as you feel his finger enter you. He begins to curl his finger inside, causing you to yell out and your body completely jolts. “Sh sh it's ok baby, he just found your sweet spot s’all.” john b cuts in. jj resumes, this time adding a finger. You cringe a little at the slight stretch but completely relax again when you feel John b kissing your neck. Without you even noticing jj has slipped in a third finger and you’re moaning louder than ever.  “I think she's ready for some dick JB” jj claims.

John b slides a pillow under your head, as well as one under your hips. He spits on your pussy once, and runs his finger through your slick lips. He takes his fat cock, already glistening from pre-cum, and taps the tip against your throbbing clit. He lines himself up with your entrance, your eyes snap shut anticipating his actions. He tries to enter but you’re just too tense. “Dude what's up?” jj questions. “She’s too tight, honey you gotta relax your mind so that it can go in smoothly.” John B informs you. “I’m sorry, I just can't, I'm scared.” you confess. “Hey there's nothing to be afraid of, baby, just take a deep breath and focus on my fingers.” jj instructs. He starts applying pressure on your clit making you loosen up enough for john b to slide right into your pussy. Your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape as he moves in and out of your dripping cunt. “Mm bee dat feel s’good” you manage to mumble out. “yeah baby I know, you gonna cum already hm?” he says mockingly. “Mm- I-I dunno w-what that is”, you force out dumbfounded. This time jj steps in, “you know baby, like an orgasm”, he says shocked at your innocence. “Oh-oh, I uh I’ve never done that, I don’t think.” you clench around john b even more feeling a sense of heat building in your lower abdomen. John b notices the change in your face, “you feel it coming don’t ya pretty girl?” you frantically nod your head, feeling like a bomb is about to blow inside of you. Suddenly the greatest thing you’ve ever felt erupts inside you. John b continues his rough pace as feels your orgasm rush over you, his own following quickly after. Jj gives you sweet kisses as you come down from your high, and gets you a glass of water, allowing you to take small sips. John b pulls out of you slowly, and feeling the after effects of your orgasm, your eyes get heavier.

“Hey sleepy girl, c’mon I know you got one more left for me” jj says almost encouragingly. You whine, “it's ok hun, i’ll make it quick”. The boys swiftly swap places carefully making sure your body is supported at all times. Their sudden movements slightly alarm you. “Shh s’alright sweet girl, jj jus gonna use your pussy real fast,” he places soft kisses to your face as JJ slides in, his thumb nudging at your clit. You gasp feeling the difference of his cock compared to the previous one inside you. He slightly speeds up his movements, already getting close from just watching you. In no time, you reach orgasm #2 crying out whilst jj fucks you harder chasing his own release.

When he's finished and clears his head, JJ grabs a damp towel from the bathroom to wipe off the mixture of juices from the three of you. You wince and snap your legs close, the feeling of the cool rag on your worn out pussy becoming too overwhelming. “‘S alright mama, just cleaning you up”. “C’mon baby, ur sensitive but ya gotta open your legs for jay”. They persuade you. Once he's thrown the rags into the hamper and you’ve gotten some more water, the boys help you slip on one of their t-shirts and place you in bed. “W-what! You-you’re jus gonna leave me” you say panicked. “No honey, don’t worry we’re staying, just relax babe.” they both climb in on opposite sides of you. You lay your head on jb’s chest while jj spoons you from behind caressing your curves until you fall asleep.         

[edisoncastile]

Feeling the pull on his hand, Eddie blinked over at his charge in surprise, allowing him to take it back, the sudden change in tone catching Eddie off guard. Considering the mood he'd found Adrian in, he was expecting a lot more pushback — more sarcasm and half-truths. After the progress Eddie thought they'd made, especially since they'd started sleeping together, it was incredibly frustrating to think they were almost back to square one. He thought he'd finally made a difference, that even though he'd accepted he didn't fully understand spirit and all of its consequences, that he'd found a better way to relieve Adrian of that pain, to break him free from the cycle he was seemingly trapped in, one that didn't require him to sedate himself. Yet, he'd still found his Moroi alone on the street, getting high as if nothing had changed. The realisation hurt a lot more than he was expecting it to.

Yet, this conversation suddenly felt different. It wasn't heading toward a full-blown argument, like it might have been before that first night in February. On his own, Adrian had broken the cycle for them, pulling Eddie right back in instead of committing to the space. And just like that, the guardian felt a spark of hope, replacing the ache that had began spreading through his chest. Perhaps their physical efforts had made a difference after all. Eddie had never seen this level of vulnerability from Adrian, not in this setting, and certainly not in the daylight. For a while, all Eddie could do was stare back, stunned. Then slowly, surely, a smile crept over his lips, feeling that spark grow.

Confirmation. Assurance. Just as Eddie had reassured the man that night outside Barcelo, dispelling any belief that their physical relationship was one-sided or being forced, Adrian was doing the same for him now. He wanted him. Adrian wanted him as a guardian, to have him be by his side and actually stay there. It didn't matter that the Moroi couldn't say it completely, or perfectly, and that he looked obviously uncomfortable with the revelation — he'd still done it. He'd broken the cycle, bared his soul just enough for Eddie to wholly commit once more, to shred all doubt about their relationship and what it had become. More than ever, Eddie was prepared to damn the rule book. His training was important, he knew, but this felt far more effective than anything he'd ever been told to do. Adrian, and his wellbeing, was the most important thing, not following the rules. Eddie had been hesitant before, when the Lightwoods resumed training. He'd thrown himself back into the gruelling schedule, the demanding system, and he'd done so without hesitation or question, feeling entirely out of his depth and wanting only the best for his charge. But it hadn't been the best. This, the pair being closer than they ever had been before, hands intertwined, truths being spilled, was the best.

"Okay, then," he nodded in finality, smile still wide despite his best efforts to suppress it. He could sense Adrian's anxiety, and didn't want his expression to become off-putting, but Eddie couldn't help but revel in the realisation that they were going to be okay. Their match was a good match, and everything he'd done so far was working. It had been the right call. "Then I'll keep staying with you. Simple as that." He accompanied his words with a squeeze of his hand, satisfied they were heading in the right direction. "Honestly, it would make me feel better, too," he shrugged, willing to be just as honest. "I like knowing that you're okay. And I know how you feel about all this stuff, the training and the fucking rules." He stopped, sighing. "I know it's a lot and something you're not really used to. But I need you to know, that even if you don't really understand why, I want this. Okay? I want to be your guardian. It's all I want. And I know you want me, too. So, can we please stop arguing about it every single time?" He chuckled dryly, hoping they'd finally come to a resolution. He knew there'd be days Adrian wouldn't be thinking clearly, but he was hopeful they'd now be further and farther between.

Adrian didn't respond, knowing Eddie was right. Once he sobered up, and actually slept for himself, he'd return to training in an attempt to ease his guilt. It'd be enough, for a few days, until the cycle reset itself, and he found himself trapped in his own mind again. The idea made him nauseous, and if Eddie wasn't sitting beside him, Adrian knew he'd have rolled a second spliff in an attempt chase away the feeling.

Seeing the immediate effect of his own words displayed on Eddie's face hurt Adrian inexplicably, but in an act of cruelty, he made no apology for them. But he also lacked the strength to commit to them, his guard dropping down as quickly as he'd built it up. If he was drunk, perhaps he could've managed it. But smoking mellowed him, and he found himself too tired to fight for an ending he didn't believe in. He was addicted to his own co-dependency, to needing someone. Whether it was a result of their assigned bond or something deeper, Adrian was unsure, but nobody provided the level of comfort Eddie did. If Adrian wanted his guardian, he was there. If he needed taking home, or holding, or distracting, Eddie was there, regardless of how much Adrian pushed him in the opposite direction. Nobody else could've displayed those levels of patience or commitment, not even his friends. Adrian gave pieces of himself away every night, easing the nightmares of rebel's he didn't even know, but Eddie took nothing from him. He only ever gave. He filled in the holes Adrian's abilities left in his spirit. If Adrian didn't have Eddie, the world around him would continue to darken, and he was unsure whether or not he could handle that.

They were quiet for a while, Adrian drifting off in thought, trying to comprehend the emotion he felt. He'd almost forgotten how harsh his own response had been, until he felt Eddie pull away. Then abandonment related panic overtook anything else, and he immediately reached out, pulling the blonde's hand back. "No. No -- of course I don't." The thought of being alone terrified him most of all, contradicting his own actions. He believed he deserved it, and that Eddie deserved better, but that'd never be something he wanted. "Eddie..." He finally met his dhampir's eyes, his own expression softening. He was always most honest when bordering on sobriety, which was his current state. It was also when he was hurting the most, unable to keep his playboy bravado mask up. "If I ever tell you yes to that question, know that I'm lying. I'd never want you to go, and I'd never want another guardian. I need ---" the sentence died on his tongue, uncomfortable with his own vulnerability. But after everything Eddie had endured for him, Adrian had to at least attempt a truthful response. "It has to be you. I don't wish it to be that way, for your sake. But it is. The only time my mind allows me to stay grounded enough to sleep is when you've stayed with me." Adrian had avoided delving into wondering what that meant, desperate for comfort without repercussion. For now, he wanted them to just be.

[shiroselia]

All of my friends think chapter 30 second draft is breaching 10k. Literally my biggest haters smh smh

[best-enemies]

Got to season 7 on my CSI rewatch and I need to talk about the final scene in s07e11, where Grissom is saying goodbye to Sara before leaving to go on his sabbatical. I mean, look at him. Look at what he does with his hands. *Agressively* Look at himmmmm. He's just a little puppy in love. And he does this right before whispering, "I'll miss you". I'm afraid I'm not gonna make it y'all

[tortoise-teapot]

ahhhh the relief i just felt after deciding avery convinces the veilguard crew that the veil's gotta go (if for no other reason than besides it's the practical, prudent thing to do given its state and nature)(lol and lmao at 'veilguard') and they all figure it out amicably (or at least nonviolently) while facing the larger threat and solas helps clean up the south (after putting up like one million more wards around the black city) and then when the dust has settled he and avery go soothe the blight tesseract thing (takes a few centuries) and then-- ok i'll stop

is it as high tension as the narrative in canon? nope! but it felt like getting in a warm bath

[swampthingking]

oh! oh </3 oh!! okay!