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nightmare-writes · 2 months ago

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Succubus Soulmate pt.2

Wanda x Succubus!Reader

Hello everyone! Long time no see. I apologize for the unintended hiatus, life got in the way of me writing on here. I found this sitting in my drafts and I felt like some of you might have wanted to read it. I can’t guarantee that I will write another part of this soon, but if enough people want to see it I can write a part 3. Anyway! I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: masturbation (Wanda) it’s mostly very fluffy and domestic otherwise.

Summary: Your first few days on earth!

You stared at Wanda as she sat huddled up against her wall for a moment or so. You’d never been in this kind of position. You’re used to having some sleeze bag summon you, use you for two minutes, and then go straight back to the underworld while said sleeze bag knocks out in his post nut bliss. With this being your usual, you had no clue what you should do in this situation.

Eventually you fell asleep curled up on the couch with Wanda sitting awkwardly right next to you.

The more Wanda sat there, the more she started to think over logistics. What was she meant to do when she goes into work tomorrow? She couldn’t call out sick so she would have to leave you alone for a few hours. She couldn’t trust that you wouldn’t try to do anything silly while she was away, so she got to ‘succubus proofing’ her apartment.

She didn’t have any baby locks for cabinets so she assumed duct tape would have to do for now. She duct taped all of her cabinets shut, along with the fridge doors, the oven, the microwave, and anything she thought you could get into. She duct taped the cabinet in her bathroom with all her cleaning supplies in it and then went around to every window to duct tape the locks so you couldn’t access them. It felt like she had just gotten a new, untrained, puppy that she needed to ensure wouldn’t accidentally kill itself by drinking bleach thinking it was milk. It took her a few hours but she felt like she had successfully ‘succubus proofed’ her home. She rewarded herself by going to her bed and passing out for the night.

It felt like the moment Wanda closed her eyes, she had to open them back up. Her blaring alarm clock gave her no reprieve as it woke her up. She shut it off before getting ready for work as she usually did.

When she got out to the living room, she saw you were still curled up and resting. She felt a bit guilty as she gently shook you awake, but she needed to talk with you before she went off to work.

You groaned as the movement of your body got you out of your dreamland and forced you back into reality. Rubbing your sleepy eyes, you looked up to Wanda and mumbled “Mornin” almost too quiet for her to hear. She had to admit that you did look cute all sleepy, but she couldn’t be distracted from the task at hand.

“Look, I have to go to work so I’m gonna lay down a few ground rules for when I’m gone.” She says firmly while crouching down to be at eye level with you. “You’re not allowed to leave apartment unless it is burning down or someone broke in.” She starts and you interrupt by saying “If it was burning down I’d stay right where I am, I finally wouldn’t be freezing to death. Do you like living in an ice block?” which garners you an eye roll from the red head. “Second rule, don’t touch any of my things unless it is this remote or-“ she says while looking around for something for you to eat. She spots the cheerios she had set out and decided that that would be a sufficient food source for you before she could go grocery shopping. She scampers over to grab the box from the kitchen along with a water bottle before returning to your side and placing the box and bottle on the coffee table. “- this cereal and this water, got it?” She added. “What if I don’t like the way it tastes?” You ask while poking at the box.

“Well it’s just for now, I’ll be back with more food for you. What do you even eat?”

“Souls of the damned” you say with a straight face before laughing at the disgusted and slightly horrified expression on Wanda’s face. “I usually just eat meat, but now that I’m stuck as this flesh sack I guess I’d eat whatever humans would.”

“Okay, noted.” She says while looking around to see if she needed to say anything else. “You can watch whatever you want on the tv, I have a few streaming apps if you wanna look through those too.” She says and you look at her like she was speaking a whole other language. “What the fuck is a tv.” You deadpan and Wanda thinks you’re joking again until she realizes that you’re serious. “What did you think the remote was for?” She asks and you simply say “A vibrator”

Wanda couldn’t help but laugh while saying “Why in the world would I give you just the remote to a vibrator?” You shrug as Wanda sits down next to you and explains the wonders of the television to you. When she turns it on, you were absolutely terrified at first. You yelped and hid behind her while she giggled at your antics. “It’s not going to kill you, here let me show you how it works.” She says softly while gently coaxing you out of hiding. She didn’t want to put on anything scary since she didn’t want you to think it was real, so she went to her disney+ account and put on some kids show that her coworkers kids absolutely loved. “You can watch this while I’m gone, okay?” She says while gesturing to the colorful dogs that were dancing on the screen. The moment your eyes hit the screen, you were entranced by what you were seeing. You didn’t look away from it as you nodded.

Wanda gave you a small pat on the head before setting the box of cheerios next to you so you’d actually remember that they were there. She moved her hands in front of your eyes when you didn’t turn to look at her and you immediately swatted her hand away so you could continue to watch. She just giggled to herself before saying “Have fun, I’ll be back soon.” and heading off to the office.

You quickly learned that your first favorite thing on earth was a show called Bluey. You’re second favorite thing were the delicious crunchy circles that Wanda gave you. You had devoured the entire box of cereal after about 10 or so episodes of bluey and you wanted more. You figured out how to pause the funny dogs on the television so you could go find more crunchy circles.

Your quest begins in the place where Wanda brought the box from in the first place, the kitchen. You were greeted by a collection of places where the sugary treat could be, but when you tried to open up one of the cabinets it was stopped by something. You let out a low growl at the offending silver strip before your short nails grew into fierce claws that tore through it. The first cabinet you opened was filled with random white disks. You grabbed one and tried taking a bite to see if it was tasty like your crunchy circles, but it didn’t break in between your teeth so you gave up on it.

You spent a few more minutes tearing through all the tape in the kitchen and looking for snacks. You eventually stumble upon a heavy bag that was easy to rip open. It was filled to the brim with tiny white crystals that looked edible, so you gave it a lick. You were instantly hooked. It tasted so yummy, kind of like the crunchy circles but this time it was just the sweet tasting part.

You returned back to the couch so you could keep watching the silly dogs while licking your delicious new treat.

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Wanda was thankfully able to get off of work early and was able to convince her supervisor to let her work from home for a few days by giving some excuse about having to take care of some relatives child while they were in the hospital for a bit.

She returns home to see you, still sitting on the couch watching the show she put on earlier, but now you were eating something that was definitely not cheerios. “Hey, what are you- are you eating my sugar?!” She exclaims while taking the half eaten bag away from you. You whine and try to take it back from her but she hold it up above her so you couldn’t reach. “How did you even get this?” She questions while shutting the tv off. “I wanted more of this but there wasn’t any in the tiny compartments in the food room so I found that and ate it.” You say while picking up the box of cereal and holding it up. Wanda’s gaze moves over to the kitchen to see all the ripped up duct tape. She sighs and says “I’ll get you more cheerios, okay? No eating just sugar, it’s bad for you.” before giving you a reprimanding bop on your head. She almost changes her mind when she sees the adorable pout on your face, but she stays strong. You give in with a small nod while mumbling “No more… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, you’ll do better next time.” She says softly while sitting down next to you and hesitantly rubbing your back. You let out a soft purring sound before leaning against Wanda’s side. “More bluey.” you say while pointing to the television. She just chuckles to herself while switching the show back on. “We have to work on your manners, a please would be appreciated.” She says half jokingly.

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After you went to sleep, Wanda went about making preparations for the next day. She went back and decided to hide the sugar bag somewhere else in the kitchen. She also put back another layer of duct tape just in case you got any ideas of stealing again.

She went on a late night trip to the supermarket to get a few boxes of cheerios for you and some general groceries since she was running low on practically everything. While she was browsing, she noticed a cute pair of pink mittens and got an idea to stop you from tearing through the duct tape again.

When she got home, she put the groceries away before making her way to her bedroom to make a few modifications to your new mittens. With a bit of ribbon and a lock for each hand, she successfully made a way to keep your hands locked in place. Was it a little evil? Maybe, but you did break a rule that she explicitly said… and the thought of you needing her to do everything for you was too tempting to pass up. She imagined your cute pout as you looked up at her and begged for her to hand feed you your cereal, or having to help you drink your water, or having to beg her to touch you since you couldn’t touch yourself…

Her mind began to wander towards the delicious sounds you would make. Would you whimper and whine while not using your words or would you be begging for more the entire time? Would you be quiet or loud just for her? These questions were burning her mind and sending a certain undeniable heat to her core. As she laid on her bed, her hand slowly crept down her stomach and into the waistband of her panties. She was soaked just from her little fantasy of you. She was desperate to feel your soft, supple skin under her fingers. She wants to squeeze and mark every inch of her body for herself. Her fingers make feather light touches around her clit before slowly speeding up. She was doing it just the way she liked it, but it didn’t feel right.

It didn’t feel right cause you weren’t the one touching her.

While she wanted to keep going, she knew she wasn’t going to get anywhere. She pulled her hand out and inspected her fingers that were dripping in her arousal. Her thoughts immediately went to you sucking her fingers clean before she shoves them down your throat so you’d gag on them.

“Get yourself together, Wanda” she muttered quietly to herself while rubbing her face. To stop herself from getting too carried away, Wanda forced herself into the bathroom to take a cold shower and then straight to bed.

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“You want me to wear what?” You questioned while pointing towards the offending objects in Wanda’s grasp. “I told you not to touch anything and you did it anyway. So until I can trust you enough with your own hands, you’ll be wearing these.” She says while showing you the pretty pink mittens she made for you. You knew she was getting a kick out of this. A part of her wanted to humiliate you and that was clear from the way she was trying not to smile or the way her hands were slightly shaking. The tell tale sign though was the distinct scent of arousal wafting off of her. You knew she had no clue that your sense of smell was leagues above her own, but what she didn’t know didn’t matter. What did matter is that Wanda was starting to express her sexual interests, while indirectly, with you. You felt some weird sense of pride that she was maybe more of a pervert than you thought.

You sighed and held your hands out for her. “Alright, get ‘em on me.” You acquiesce and almost instantly Wanda gets your hands into fists so she could fasten the mitts. When they were both padlocked, you couldn’t stretch your fingers out so it was impossible for you to rip them. “Happy?” You say while waving your imprisoned fists up towards her. “Very” Wanda states before getting the next episode of Bluey on for you. “I’m going to be in the other room doing some work, you stay here and watch your show. I’ll come back in an hour for lunch.” She explains while going to the kitchen and returning with a bowl of cheerios for you. She sets the bowl on the couch next to you before giving you a small pat to the head. “No trouble while I’m working.” She reminds you before going off to work in her room.

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You could tell that the redhead was distancing herself from you. Whenever she could, she would work in another room than you. She would come check up on you occasionally to make sure you had food and that you were drinking water since “Humans need to drink water to survive.” While it was odd, you did enjoy being doted on even if it was for a few moments. You could tell Wanda was enjoying herself too, but she was too nervous to fully let herself go.

After the fifth time of noticing Wanda checking on you from her bedrooms doorway, you decided to put matters into your own hands. You fiddled with the remote to turn it off before tip toeing over to Wanda’s room. You give it a soft knock and ask “Can I come in? I’m bored.”

You could sense the hesitation from the other side of the door. Wanda was anxious to have a real conversation with you. It was safe to keep your conversation to a bare minimum. The sokovian couldn’t imagine the things she’d admit if she spoke to you for longer than five minutes. However, she had to rip the bandaid off. She couldn’t just leave you to waste away in front of her tv all day. “You may.” Wanda pipes up and you fumble with the door handle until it opens up. “Stupid cloth hands.” You whisper while glaring down at the pristinely pink fabric that was still tightly locked around your hands. “You can sit on the bed if you’d like.” You barely heard Wanda when she said it. You didn’t want to tease her about her nerves since it was easy to tell it might’ve made things worse. You sat down on the edge of the bed closest to her, bouncing a bit on the springy surface. Wanda didn’t look away from her laptop and continued to type away at it as she sat next to you. You scooted closer to her until your cheek rested against her shoulder. You looked over her laptop screen to see a collection of tabs open while Wanda’s cursor was frantically switching between all of them. Her logic was that if she could overstimulate her eyes then she wouldn’t have to think about how close you were to her.

“What are you doing?” You ask while nodding towards the chaos unfolding on the screen in front of you.

“Working.”

“Working?”

“Mhm, this is what humans do for money.”

“What’re you doing to the screen?”

“Important technological stuff. You wouldn’t get it.”

“It doesn’t look that hard, you’re just looking at different pictures.” You point out while putting one of your mitts to the screen.

She sighs when she realizes she’s been caught before closing her laptop. “You got me, you’re more clever than I thought.” Wanda praises you before giving your hair a quick ruffle. You lean into the touch before Wanda could pull her hand away which leads to her giving you a few soft pets. “Now why did you come in here? I thought you’d want to sit and watch your show.” She asks while slowly moving her hand away from you. You whine quietly as she does and Wanda has to resist the urge to play with your hair. “I told you I was bored. I wanna do something.” You reiterated while turning your gaze up towards Wanda’s face. She sits there for a moment thinking about what she could do with you since she was also rather bored. “Why don’t we watch a different show together? I’ll make you a new snack to try.” She suggests and you eagerly nod your head at her idea.

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“Here, try this. It’s called popcorn.” Wanda says while sitting next to you with a bowl filled to the brim with a new treat for you. You examine this ‘popcorn’ and after giving it a few sniffs you decide that it was good enough to eat. You try to pick up a few pieces but your mitted fisted could barely do anything. Wanda noticed your struggle and giggles to herself. You could tell that she wanted you to ask for help since she was too nervous to offer it herself. “Can you help me eat this?” You ask the redhead and you immediately notice a spark of an idea in those bright green eyes of hers. “You have to ask me nicely if you want help.” She says smugly while watching your face to see if she might’ve stepped over the line. You groan but give into her. “Can you help me eat this popcorn… please?” You ask again and she happily takes a few pieces in her hand and up towards your mouth for you to start snacking. Your face lights up as you’re hit with a completely new taste. “More! Please- I want more popcorn.” You blurt out before opening up your mouth slightly as Wanda feeds you some more popcorn.

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Wanda soon put on one of her favorite shows, Malcom in the middle, for the two of you to watch as she continued to feed you. You could feel Wanda’s tension start to ease as more episodes went by. She hasn’t had anyone to watch shows with in forever. It’s always been something she did with her family, but since she moved countries that was near impossible now. It felt blissfully domestic, which was something that Wanda didn’t know she wanted until now.

After some time, you fell asleep curled up next to Wanda as the show continued on in the background. Wanda wasn’t paying any attention to it though, her sole focus was on you.

I hope you all enjoyed! Leave a comment if you want to see this story continue.

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munson-blurbs · 11 months ago

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The ending was adorable 🥹 Everyone is going to ask for the proposal and the wedding and all that amazing stuff… but I really want to see the Disney trip and Wayne on Its a Small World 😂

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Summary: The whole Munson clan embarks on their first trip to Disney World; as expected, it's filled with both magic and mayhem.

WC: 1.8k

A/N: Also requested by @tvserie-s-world!

June 2002

The Munson chaos, as it turns out, is not limited to Hawkins. It tags along everywhere, including family vacations.

Especially family vacations.

“Babe, where’s the sunscreen?” “I wanna see Mickey!” “Ed, have you seen my hat?” “I’m hungry!”

Taking a deep breath, you toss Eddie the bottle of Coppertone, remind Harris that you actually had to get to the Magic Kingdom before seeing any of the characters, find Wayne’s ball cap in the bottom of his suitcase, and scrounge up a baggy of Cheerios for Hendrix.

“Okay, are we ready to go?”

Your question is met with an emphatic chorus of yeses as the five of you leave the hotel room and make a beeline for the shuttle bus.

Eddie tries to scoop Hendrix into his arms; try as he might, your two-year-old’s chubby legs just can’t carry him very far, very fast. He scrunches up his face and squirms out of Eddie’s grasp.

“Wan’ walk!” Hendrix pouts, lower lip jutting out in sheer defiance.

An exasperated sigh escapes Eddie’s lips. “There’s gonna be a lot of walking later, buddy.” But he knows there’s no sense in arguing, and he settles for holding the boy’s hand. He’s heard tales of Disney meltdowns, but he was hoping to avoid one before the day even started.

The Florida heat is no joke. It envelops you like a casing, and you’re grateful for the air conditioned bus. Everyone sits down, Hendrix on your lap, and you lean in to discuss the day’s plans.

“So,” you begin, “I really want to get a picture of all of us in front of the castle. After that, we can split up. I know Harris wants to ride Space Mountain—”

“And Splash Mountain and Big Thunder,” he interjects, a seriousness in his eyes. As though you could have forgotten—all he’s talked about for weeks are those three rides.

You nod in acknowledgment. “One thing at a time.” The reminder is gentle, a nudge to keep him focused on a single goal so he didn’t overwhelm himself. Turning back to the group, you continue the rundown. “Wayne, you’re fine taking Hendrix on a few rides by yourself?”

The older man grins. “Can’t wait to have that damn doll song stuck in my head.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eddie raise his hand.

“Yes?”

“I’m actually gonna sit Space Mountain out,” he says, sheepishness seeping into his cheeks. “So I can go with Wayne and Hendrix, and then we can all meet up after.”

Harris looks at his father in bewilderment. “Dad, are you afraid?”

“N-No!” Eddie sputters, sighing when you shoot him a glare that tells him to be honest. “I mean, yeah, a little. But you and Mom should still go on it.”

“It’s just you and me, kiddo.” You smile at Harris and return to the task at hand. “And then we’ll all go on the Peter Pan ride together before we grab lunch.”

Everyone nods in agreement, though you know that actually executing the idea will be much more of a challenge. You take the win for now, climbing off of the bus with Hendrix in your arms with the rest of the family behind you.

A jovial melody surrounds you as you enter the Magic Kingdom, putting some extra pep in your step. You feel the excitement building; not just from the boys, but from the adults, too. Neither Eddie nor Wayne have been here before, and they’re just as eager to start the vacation.

Your breath hitches as you make your way down Main Street, U.S.A. and Cinderella Castle finally comes into view.

“I’ll be damned,” Wayne mutters under his breath, his voice breaking slightly. “Looks just like the movie.”

You reach out and take Eddie’s hand, squeezing it gently as the five of you take in the sight. Tears blur your vision, and you can only imagine that Eddie’s experiencing the same.

We did it. We’re at Disney World with our family.

You manage to stave off the tears long enough to ask a Cast Member to snap a photo with your disposable Kodak camera.

“Say cheese!” The woman chirps with a smile of her own, and you all comply–even Wayne.

As soon as the shutter clicks, the usual pandemonium resumes. Harris is tugging on your hand and dragging you towards Tomorrowland.

“Remember, Har,” you say, “we might have to wait in line for a while.” It’s a concept you thoroughly went over prior to the trip, but it never hurts to remind him.

Since you’d started out early, the queue isn’t terribly long; nothing that can’t be handled with a few rounds of I Spy. Before you know it, you’re boarding your tiny rocketship right behind Harris. The ten-year-old is practically bouncing out of his seat, and you’re more than grateful for the lap bar holding him in place.

Harris squeals with delight at each banked turn, even putting his hands in the air as he gets braver towards the end of the ride. Adrenaline buzzes through him when the ride comes to a stop, and he darts for the exit.

“Wait for me!” You call out, and he pauses until you get your very not ten-year-old body out of the cramped vehicle. It used to be a lot easier to stand up when you were his age, but you eventually catch up with Harris to head to Fantasyland.

What you find there is the last thing you would have imagined.

Eddie walks out of one of the myriad gift shops, with Hendrix in his arms and Wayne beside both of them. Your younger son has a pair of Mickey Mouse ears on his head, and one in his hands–for Harris, you assume–but what’s out of the ordinary is what the men are wearing.

“Oh…my…god!” You cackle, and Harris joins you when he sees his dad and grandpa wearing matching tall Goofy hats, the floppy ears swaying against their cheeks.

Eddie grins, doing a small spin that proves more difficult when carrying a two-year-old. “How do we look?” He asks.

Stifling further laughter, you shake your head. “Incredible.” When you reach him, you give him a quick peck on the lips. “I’ve never been more attracted to you than I am right now.”

“I think that says more about you than it does me, Sweetheart.”

Harris takes his souvenir from his little brother and slides the string under his chin. Both of them look absolutely precious, and you snap another picture before either can protest.

“Oh, one last thing.” Eddie reaches into a mouse-printed bag and pulls out a gold plastic tiara, covered in glitter with a photo of Belle in the center. He carefully places it atop your head and you secure it against your scalp. “There,” he murmurs, “pretty like a princess.”

A warmth settles into you that is unrelated to the humidity. You swear you could gaze into his eyes for an eternity, losing yourself in the hazel flecks that accentuated the chocolate irises—

“It’s Mickey!”

You follow where Hendrix is pointing; sure enough, the world’s most famous mouse was walking to a designated spot, flanked by an entourage of handlers. It’s the opposite direction of Peter Pan’s Flight, but you’re not about to compete with Mickey Mouse himself.

Hendrix’s jubilation wanes as he gets closer to the character, chubby fingers digging into Eddie’s biceps. When he reaches the front of the line, he begins outright wailing, face buried in his dad’s shirt.

Frowning, you try to peel him away. “Hendrix, it’s our turn!” You tell him, trying to rebuild the excitement with no success. “Don’t you wanna meet Mickey?”

“Too scary!” He sobs, his little body shaking with fear.

You look at your husband, pushing away the urge to freeze up and throw a tantrum of your own. “Okay, I’ll take Hendrix; you and Wayne stay with Har—”

But Harris is faster, nudging between you and Eddie to place a hand on his brother’s back. “Hen, you don’t have to be scared. I’m gonna be right there with you.” He glances at Mickey, then back at Hendrix. “I know he’s a lot bigger than on TV, but he’s not going to hurt you.”

The crying subsides, save for a few hiccups. Hendrix sloppily wipes at his damp cheeks and holds his arms out so Harris can take him. They walk hand-in-hand, the youngest Munson glued to his big brother’s side.

Harris waves at Mickey, imploring Hendrix to do the same. He obliges, albeit timidly, but there’s no mistaking the joyful giggle that escapes him when Mickey returns the gesture.

Eddie laces his fingers with yours, metal rings warm from the summer sun. “Can you get a picture of this?” You nod and reluctantly let go of him, forever capturing the moment with the click of a button.

The rest of the day is spent waiting in line, riding attractions with colorful scenery, scarfing down Mickey-shaped food items, and taking a much-needed midday nap at the hotel. The sleep recharges you enough to head back out to the park after dinner.

The sun begins to set, though the temperature barely drops a single degree. Your group finds a bench right outside Liberty Square. Wayne sits with Hendrix on his lap, Eddie next to him, and you take a seat at the end. Harris stays standing, leaning against the wooden back only to help him get his jumps out.

“Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls!” A cheerful disembodied voice comes over the park’s sound system. “Our fireworks presentation, Fantasy in the Sky, is about to begin. Thank you!”

You dig in your bag and pull out some wax earplugs for Harris. Hendrix extends his hand for his own pair, always wanting to be just like his big brother.

Fireworks light up the sky, bright pink and blue and green hues that leave wispy trails of smoke in their wake. Harris keeps his fingers pressed to his ears to block out any additional noise, but it doesn’t detract from the smile on his face.

Perhaps the only person more enamored with the show is Wayne. The lights illuminate his awe-struck face, mouth agape, as though he’s in disbelief of the magic surrounding him.

Eddie leans down to kiss your forehead and you rest your head on his shoulder. “Havin’ a good time, Sweetheart?” he mumbles against your skin.

You nod, looking up and pressing your lips to his cheek. “Are you?”

He takes in the sight of his sons and his uncle, together in a place he’s only ever dreamed of visiting. And he has you by his side; more than that, you are the reason he’s here at all.

“I’ve never been happier.”

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witchygagirlwrites · 13 days ago

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Broken Bonds-Part 20

Former(ish) Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, Jay Halstead x Reader

Mouse hits stateside

Warnings: the usual

You could feel Jay’s fingers tracing the scar that was on your left shoulder blade, under the strap of the tank top you’d worn to sleep in. Your back was turned to him as you watched the sun begin to peek through the small slit where you hadn’t pulled the curtain close all the way the night before after watching the storm that was raging up until you dozed off. He knew you were awake, you didn’t have to say anything. The two of you hadn’t really said too much the night before when you’d gotten off work to meet Stella who’d let herself into your place with Addy.

You originally chalked it up to dodging the storm along with the exhaustion from having closed the most recent case. The longer the silence stretched on the more you worried that maybe it had less to do with that and more to do with the date.

Adeline was six months old today. She was a gorgeous little baby with a head full of dark curls, she recognized your voice and Jay’s out of a crowd. She would babble whenever she heard Stella get nearby and try to steal Will’s stethoscope. She had already gotten a handle on sitting up on her own, was beginning to show early signs of trying to figure crawling out and knew she had every member of intelligence, the sergeant included wrapped around her little finger.

You wanted to break the silence, to say something but you felt like if you did he may take it as you being too eager to see Mouse. You were in an impossible position yet again. You wanted to take Addy and make an excuse to go hide at Stella and Kelly’s for the next week but you couldn’t very well do that for a mile long list of reasons either. You couldn’t hide her away from Jay nor could you be a coward and hide away from Mouse. You had no choice but to dig your heels in and face whatever was to come, even if it terrified you.

“Addy’s six months old” Jay spoke, his voice just barely above a whisper. You nodded “It won’t be long and we’ll be planning a first birthday party” his lips graced across your shoulder gently “I’m go grab a shower” “Want company?” you asked, turning to glance across your shoulder at him but about that time Addy started babbling across the monitor. “Or I’ll go get baby girl some breakfast and start the coffee” you laughed. He smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips “I love you” “I love you too Jay”

You had just finished letting Addy pick at some cheerios and mushed pieces of banana when you heard the bedroom door open and cut your eyes up to see Jay walk out. He was already fully dressed. You’d expected him to just be in jeans like he would normally wear around your place until after you showered and were ready to go.

“Do you want to get her dressed while I shower?” you asked and he nodded, moving to pick her up from the highchair “C’mon little miss. Let’s get you dressed while your mama gets a shower” he walked past you with her and you expected him to at least press a kiss to your temple but he didn’t even look your way. You felt your heart fall a little. He was shutting you out.

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Once you were out of the shower and dressed you gathered what you needed for the day and headed out to the living room where Jay was talking to someone on the phone while Addy tried to pull his pendant off his neck. You watched him grin at her every time she reached for the pendant and couldn’t help but smile yourself. The love he’d always had for her was so damn pure and whole it made your heart flip.

He cut his eyes at you when he realized he had an audience and winked at you before walking around with Addy to finish the call while you grabbed a travel mug off coffee. Once he hung up you raised an eyebrow “Ready to go?” he nodded “Let’s drop her off then we’ll head in”

He walked over to you and stopped to press a kiss to your temple before passing Addy over. You smiled up at him “Are you ok Jay?” he’d been acting just enough off to worry you. He nodded “Yeah baby, I’m ok”

Just remember if I’m needed just text 911. I’ll come no matter what you smiled at the text from Stella. Of course she’d already be checking on you even though his plane wasn’t due until four. You knew she meant it, she’d back you no matter what. Even when you knew you were in the wrong she’d argue you were in the right and would bring Kelly to back her up if he was needed.

You hoped a rescue wouldn’t be needed. The plan was for Kevin to join you, Jay and Mouse for dinner. It was a public setting, Kevin was a calming presence at least, and Addy would be there. You definitely weren’t wanting to invite Hank so you could hide behind him if things got too awkward, definitely not.

You just had to get through the day with your head intact. A part of you almost hoped a case rolled in so you had an excuse to work late. You were at your desk, going over statements that needed to be filed. Trudy had gotten onto Hank about back paperwork not being done which in turn meant he’d gotten into all of your asses.

“Lil mama” you rolled your head to the side to look at Kevin “Yes dear?” “What time do I need to be there?” you scrubbed a hand down your face “Um six?” he nodded “You got it” you shot him a small smile “I don’t know what I’d do without you. I couldn’t invite Stel and Kelly because that looks too much like I’m just stacking our side” he nodded “It’s cool. You know I like Mouse”

The two of you were over in your corner, there was a reason why you two picked the desks you did. They were a little more private. You two could talk without everyone hearing. He knew you were worried but you knew he wouldn’t push. You raised an eyebrow “Stella told you to stick to me like glue didn’t she?” “Oh yeah, she threatened me too” he teased with a grin.

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Hank walked to his office door and called Jay’s name which made you look up. You watched Jay walk across the room then turned your eyes back to your computer. You still had six more statements to get filed. Even Adam was working on back paperwork, trying to appease Hank and Trudy.

You finished inputting two more statements before Jay came out of Hank’s office and told Hailey they had to go talk to one of Hank’s C.I.s

Did a case come in you didn’t know about? You raised an eyebrow at Hailey and she shrugged slightly, so Jay wouldn’t see you two clearly communicating about him in front of him. Jay tapped on your desk “Want some coffee on the way back sweetheart?”

That was the most he’d talked to you so you smiled“Yes, please” he nodded then pointed at Kevin “What about you Kev?” “Yeah man, thanks”

Him and Hailey grabbed everyone’s orders then headed out. Kim looked up at you and mouthed “You good?” you nodded and turned back to your computer. You were fine. Everything would be fine.

Why did it seem any time you craved something rolling into intelligence nothing ever came? The one freaking day something, anything would’ve been welcomed was silence. No robbery, drug bust, murder,nothing. No you weren’t hoping for crimes but for god’s sake it was Chicago, something was going down somewhere.

You ended up going down to the front desk to help Trudy around two just to not have to sit in the bullpen any longer. She’d welcomed the help and Hank had been ok with it because it wasn’t like someone couldn’t yell down the stairs for you if you were needed. You just couldn’t stand your friends looking between you and Jay like they were watching a tennis match, waiting for someone to get hit with a ball.

You knew it had to be awkward for them as well. They’d all been friends with Mouse, knew him. Now they were aunts and uncles to yours and Jay’s child with Mouse coming home. You had to eat those emotions brewing. Addy fed into your feelings too much. You had to maintain, that was a big motivation for inviting Kev. He was a rock for you when Stella couldn’t be there.

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“So, is Addy crawling yet?” Trudy asked and you cut your eyes up from the filing cabinet. “Not yet but I have a feeling it won’t be long” She laughed lightly “Help us all when she starts walking” you shook your head “Help the poor kids when she starts school. She’s gonna have mine and Jay’s temper combined”

Her eyes widened “At least we know people for favors to get her out of jail?” you busted out laughing “Oh lord, my daughter..the little troublemaker” she shrugged “You nor Jay were very level headed before having her” you laughed “We still have our moments of not being level headed they just come less nowadays”

When it was time to leave the district, you found yourself hesitating at the door. Today this place was a sanctuary. The moment you stepped out, what was coming would be concreted. You would have to face it all. You took a deep breath and headed out to your jeep.

Jay was talking to Adam in the parking lot and looked up when he heard your jeep unlock. He said something to Adam then walked over to you. “Hey baby. Are you gonna pick up Addy?” you nodded “I’m gonna get her then head home and change” he smiled slightly “Ok, I’m gonna head home and get changed. He texted me when his plane landed. Ortez was with him. From what he said he’s just getting a hotel room for the week”

“Ok. Are you riding with me to the restaurant or are you meeting me?” he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth and you knew that meant he was nervous. “I’m gonna meet you and Kev” “Ok” you agreed and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips “I love you Y/N, you know that right?” you felt your eyebrow scrunch in confusion “Yeah Jay? I know and I love you too. What’s wrong?” he shook his head “I just wanted to tell you that” he smiled then kissed you again before heading for his truck.

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You found yourself just sitting in the middle of your bed wearing jeans,boots and a bra,talking to Addy who was sitting next to you, holding your brush and babbling. “Daddy is being silly with mommy” you weren’t exactly telling her what was going on but you were saying a little out loud just to get it out of your head. You ran your hand over her hair and she started babbling harder, making a mmm sound. You and Jay were in a competition over mama and dada being first. You pretty much expected dada to be first but she could surprise you right?

“Ok, mommy has to get dressed so we can go meet daddy and uncle Kev and one of mommy and daddy’s friends” she dropped the brush and blew a raspberry at that which made you laugh. “That right baby?” you asked, shaking your head and reaching for the top you’d picked out.

Mouse sat in the rental car outside of the restaurant he was supposed to meet you, Jay and Kevin at. He was fairly certain that was your jeep two cars down and Jay’s truck next to it. He could do this. He could face you, could face Jay. He could swallow everything just to make sure you were happy because that was what mattered to him. He never stopped loving you, probably never would but he also wouldn’t intrude on your life. He just couldn’t not see you.

He had to face this because if he couldn’t face the present, the past..the fact that he’d lost you..lost the two of you together..it would haunt him.He took a deep breath and got out of the car, locking it behind him and pocketing the keys. He could do this.

You, Jay and Kevin had chosen a rounded booth in the corner of the restaurant. Put three detectives and a soldier coming back from an active war zone together and no one wants to sit with their back to the open. You were trying so hard to remain calm. Jay and Kevin were talking about the latest Blackhawks game.

Addy started to wiggle around in your lap so you scooted out of the booth with her to stand up. “Is she ok?” Jay asked and you nodded “I think it’s just normally if we go out to eat we have a big enough group she can play hot potato with arms. Now it’s just us”

He smiled slightly “She’s probably missing Stella” you laughed “I’m sure she is. Aunt Stella spoils this little thing like crazy” Kevin shook his head and stood up next holding his hands out “Give me my niece. Stella aint the only one she loves” you passed Addy to him and she calmed down, grabbing a tiny fistful of his shirt.

You raised an eyebrow “I take it back, they all have her freaking spoiled” you ran a hand down her back with a smile as you looked around the restaurant. You felt your heart freeze in your chest when your eyes locked onto an achingly familiar pair of blue eyes.

Mouse stood about six feet away from all of you. His shoulders were broader than you remembered, biceps straining against the material of the shirt he wore, scruff covering his jaw and his hair was longer than you’d ever seen it but it suited him. You felt like you were glued to the spot, staring at him. Your first instinct even after everything was to run to him, throw yourself into his arms but he wasn’t yours anymore was he? Your heart was aching just seeing him this close and knowing just how much distance was truly there and how much more distance would be there soon.

You finally managed to force air into your lungs “Hey Greg” Jay's eyes shot up when you spoke and Kevin’s head whipped toward where you were looking.

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Mouse hadn’t meant to freeze when he saw you. He really hadn’t known what he’d do but the moment he looked up and locked eyes with you any thought left him. You were smiling at your daughter, running a hand down her back. You looked so natural being a mother it made his heart flip. It suited you. You looked good, happy, healthy. “Hey Greg” the moment you spoke he had to work to not close his eyes at the sound of you saying his name. Fuck he’d missed you.

He saw Jay look his way and Kevin who was holding Addy in his arms. “Hey Y/N” he didn’t want to call you sweetheart in person, he felt like he didn’t have the right.

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Kevin passed Addy back to you before greeting Mouse. You watched the two of them hug and bit your cheek to not smile as big as you wanted to. He was stateside in one piece, this was all you’d wanted since he left. Jay slid out of the booth and cut his eyes at you before greeting Mouse, they patted each other’s shoulders when they hugged.

You swallowed hard when both sets of their eyes landed on you. You slipped one arm around his neck to pull him down into a hug. “Welcome home” “Thank you” he whispered into your neck and you had to bite back tears. Fuck, why did he have to still own so much of your heart? Why did this have to be so hard?

You pulled back from him and smiled “Greg, I’d like you to meet Adeline Halstead..Addy this is Greg” he looked towards Jay who smiled slightly “Go ahead man” Mouse reached a hand out to touch Addy’s hand and she grabbed it, babbling brightly “Hey Addy. I’ve heard so much about you.You can call me Mouse though” she babbled along as if she understood every word he said.

You glanced towards Kevin who put a hand on your shoulder as a means of comfort. You were fighting so hard to keep your emotions in check but he was in front of you, there was so much you wanted to say and now that you had the chance you didn’t have the words. You cleared your throat “Um, let’s sit down”

You moved into the booth and somehow ended up between Mouse and Jay. The symbolism of that did not escape you one bit. Instead of focusing on either of them, you kept your eyes on Addy. She booped your nose twice and Kevin laughed each time. You could do this.

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“Any idea where you’re gonna end up?” Kevin asked Mouse while all of you picked at your desserts. You ordered coffee cake just to have something in front of you. Mouse shrugged “Between here or D.C.” Jay cut his eyes up “Georgia out the running?” Mouse laughed “It gets too hot. I’ve had enough heat for a while”

“Here you’d probably end up working with us some” Kevin offered and a silence fell over the table thick enough you could’ve sliced it with a knife if Addy hadn’t started babbling. “I’m gonna go change her” you announced so Jay slid out to let you stand and passed you the diaper bag from under the table. You shot Kevin a look that was clearly “Please don’t let there be blood” before heading towards the bathroom.

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“Addy is just perfect man” Mouse said after a moment, cutting his eyes at Jay who nodded “Wish I could take some credit but that’s all her mom” the look in Jay’s eyes struck Mouse. He knew that look. That was how he looked at you. Jay was in love with you. Were you in love with Jay? “You love her, don’t you?” he asked, feeling Kevin’s eyes on him but he had to know while you weren’t at the table.

Jay not meeting his eyes told him everything he needed to know. “I never meant for it to happen” He could feel his jaw clench, back teeth grinding slightly. He shouldn’t have come here. He shouldn’t have done any of this. Fuck, he was in love with you. You owned his heart and always would but he should’ve stayed away. He should’ve tried harder to move on. “Let her know I love her and wish her the best” he spoke low before sliding out of the booth.

“Mouse, wait man” Kevin tried and he shook his head “I can’t face her” “Don’t leave without telling her goodbye. She’ll think she did something wrong” Jay told him and he finally met Jay’s eyes “Does she love you?” Jay swallowed hard “She still loves you too man” he shook his head “She doesn’t deserve to be pulled in two directions. I won’t do that to her”

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About that time they spotted you and Addy walking back to the table. Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion when you saw that both Mouse and Jay were standing up “What’s going on?” “I gotta get going sweetheart” Mouse explained with a smile, cutting his eyes at Jay. He ran a hand over Addy’s curls “She’s perfect, just like her mommy”

You looked at Kevin who shrugged before saying “Ok. Am I going to see you any the rest of the week?” he nodded “Yeah, we’ll figure something out” then hugged you with one arm “Goodbye” he whispered then turned to walk away. “Bye” you called after him. You watched his back until it disappeared then looked from Jay to Kevin “What happened?”

Both of them shrugged “No clue partner” Kevin swore and Jay shrugged “Let’s get Addy home to bed” you nodded slowly “Ok”

We need to talk without her and Addy there. Man to man Jay reached out first to Mouse. Whether it was a good idea or bad idea he wasn’t sure but they needed to face this shit and deal with it or it would fester so the morning after the three of you and Kevin had dinner Jay met Mouse at the waterfront.

“You walked to talk,” Mouse told him as they stood facing each other. Jay sighed “I never wanted to hurt you man” “Well guess what asshole, you did” Mouse replied with a shrug. Jay shook his head “Are you forgetting me and her both begged you to not leave? I told you it wasn’t the right decision, that you should stay here. Then when you decided to leave and she decided to support you she begged you to not break things off with her! Don’t fucking stand there and act like you have some high moral ground above me”

Mouse laughed humorlessly “Wow Jay, really? I don’t think you’ll ever let me forget how low my moral ground is to you. I know I fucked up! I know my decisions were my downfall, I fucking face up to that but can you not stop and admit it’s a little fucked that you not only took the woman I love, the love of my life to bed, got her pregnant, and had a baby with her but then fell in love with her?”

“And you can’t admit it never would’ve happened if you hadn’t been too damn stubborn to listen to anyone!” Jay bit back. “How many times did she fuck you then tell me she loved me? How many times did you get out of bed with her to talk to me? How can you not see how that fucks with my head slightly Jay? You and her have other people who matter to you! You have family, I had you two! That was it”

“You still have us!” Jay argued and Mouse shook his head “I can’t fucking look at you knowing that last night you went home and crawled between her legs” he saw Jay’s jaw clench at that “Greg, don’t” “It’s true man. I love her, she’s everything to me and I fucking love you. I could face you two sleeping together, shit happens. I could face the baby because I didn’t lie when I said Addy is perfect and deserves everything but how the hell do you expect me to see you with her and be ok with it?”

“And you don’t think it fucks with me knowing that even though she loves me she never fell out of love with you?” Jay bit back and a smirk slipped onto Mouse’s face “I’ll be damned. Is that a dent in your white knight armor Jay?” Jay swung and a punch connected solidly with Mouse’s jaw. He took a step back running a thumb along his lip to wipe some of the the blood away from where Jay’s knuckles tore flesh “Fuck you” he growled before throwing a punch of his own, the corner of Jay’s lip splitting as blood dripped down his chin Mouse laughed “Careful, might ruin your holier than thou act, even though I’m just a former druggie that would’ve died for you”

“We aren’t doing this” Jay said with a shake of his head. Mouse shrugged “Yeah well. You tell me what you want me to do here? Tell me Jay, please enlighten me because I want know”

Jay ran a hand down his face “I don’t know. I love her, she’s the mother of my child” Mouse nodded “Ok, so why bother talking to me? Just forget I’m in Chicago and let me go to Georgia for training in a week and forget you ever knew me” “BECAUSE SHE CAN’T” Jay yelled, two joggers looking their way at the outburst.

“You fucking hate me for sleeping with her, I get it. You were gone six months Greg.That undercover was hell itself. We barely made it out. We were falling apart, we needed each other. We never planned it and certainly didn’t plan Addy” “I don’t hate you anywhere as much as I hate myself Jay”

Jay wouldn’t tell you what happened to his face but you weren’t an idiot.You’d caught and thrown enough punches to know what the results of one looked like. The question was who had hit him and why? Was it who your gut was telling you? And if it was, when did they confront each other? You needed to see Mouse, he could never lie to you, even if he wanted to.

Part 21

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hawkinsquarry · 9 months ago

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all things must pass (steve x reader)

summary: steve makes you leave him at the end of the world.

contains: steve x reader; gender unspecified reader; no pronouns used for reader; post-st4; unresolved angst; probably too much swearing :/

i miss this guy and i’m feeling insane over him so have some angst with an ambiguous ending 🫶🏻

Steve’s feet feel particularly heavy when we steps across your foyer. And the packet he has in his hands feels even heavier. He brushes off a few specs of ashes before slamming them down on the table in front of you, lazily eating cereal.

“What the hell is this?” you ask after a moment, grabbing the ledger on top. You know immediately it’s an airline ticket. It makes you feel sick and you push your Cheerios away as your eyes scan the details.

FROM-TO

IND > LA

You want to fucking kill him but you don’t have a chance as he breezes past, grabbing your suitcase out of your walk in closet.

“You depart in twelve hours,” he starts. He recited it in his head the entire way over to make the conversation easier, but the words are hard to get out. “Only take your essentials. When you’re there, a chauffeur will pick you up and take you to the - the - the location.”

“Steve, I’m not fucking going -“

“Yes, you are.” He says sternly. Like you’re a child.

“I’m not going anywhere without you!”

And he know this was coming - this cyclical argument you’ve been having for the last three weeks, your tears, the lump in his throat, uncertainly fogging both of your vision. But it doesn’t make it any easier, any less frustrating.

He says your name low and quiet. A plea. “This is safe. This is where the - the - the people I know told me to send you. That it’s the safest place.”

“And we’re trusting those people now?”

“No. W-well, yes! It - it’s - just - trust me, not them. Okay?” He settles your suitcase on the couch and starts moving around your living room for things he knows you’ll need. A blanket. Medicine. “Anywhere away from here is better, anyway.”

“So you admit it isn’t safe?”

Steve sniffles. “I never said it was.”

You follow him to your bedroom where he begins ripping clothes from your closet. He doesn’t miss the hoodie he leant you a few months ago. It’s laid on top of your suitcase with more shirts and pants.

You grab his arm and try to force it to fall back to his side, but he’s too strong, god damn him. “Steve, quit!” you beg, digging your heels into the ground and tugging on him. “I’m not leaving, Steve. I’m not going unless you go with me.”

“We talked about this.”

As nauseam, in fact. Until the ache in Steve’s throat was excruciating. Until your voice was hoarse and you were heaving. He’s not leaving, and you are.

You tug on him again. “I’ll keep talking about it until you listen to me!”

He doesn’t say anything. Just keeps moving back and forth between your closet and the suitcase. You cry, as hard as you try not to. You really are like a petulant child, stomping your foot, throwing a tantrum. You feel like it’s the only way he’ll listen, but you know the reality is that he still won’t.

“What about me?” you cry. You’re so angry at him, want to say something that’ll make him hurt. That’ll change the expression on his stoic face. You find it in you to refrain. “What about us, Steve?”

Keeps packing. Head down. Jaw clenched tight. He was ready for this fight when he walked in.

“Steve, let the goddamn military handle it. Do - do you honestly think you’re going to save the world?”

“No,” he snaps.

“Then what?”

He doesn’t answer because you already know why. Because he can’t leave Dustin, and Dustin can’t leave El, because apparently she can save the world. And Robin won’t leave Steve who won’t leave Dustin who won’t leave El. And Nancy fucking Wheeler won’t leave Mike who won’t leave El.

It makes you feel insane. Your blood boils and spills over, and over, and over, and it never just depletes. You keep going, keep arguing, trying to talk him out of it until your voice is hoarse. It’s hoarse now, in fact. Last night Steve held you until you shut up, until you cried yourself to sleep, and you had no idea he had already got you a plane ticket out of here. You feel so betrayed it makes your stomach twist and chest ache.

“I can’t live without you,” you try. It’s the third time you’ve pulled this and it seems to get him the most. “Steve, I don’t know what I’d do if - if….”

Steve bites his cheek, stilling, his hands clutching one of your sweaters.

“Why don’t you care?” you push.

He sniffles again, pinches his nose. You’d prefer it if he’d just let himself cry. He’d give in, then, if he let his emotions take over.

“Don’t you love me?”

“Jesus, yes,” he grits, finally looking at you. His eyes are red. “Why do you think I’m makin’ you leave, huh? Why do you think I’m staying?”

“Because you think you’re something you’re not!”

He runs a big hand through his hair so harshly you fear it’ll get tugged out. He walks towards you, holding his arms out, murmuring, “honey,” and as much as it pains you, you back away.

“Don’t,” you say sharply. Your throat aches. “Don’t do that, Steve.”

“I love you.” He sounds exhausted. “I love you, please believe me.”

“If you love me, then come with me.”

“There won’t be a world for us to live in unless we stop this.”

“You aren’t going to save the world.” You’re so desperate for him to listen to you. “The chances are so slim, Steve. Why can’t we love each other while we have time?”

Steve takes a shaky breath. “I won’t let you die without doing something about it first.”

You stare at each other. It’s suddenly dawning on you that nothing you’ll do will ever change his mind. That his chances of living through the next few days are slim. That this is the last time you’ll get to see him. While he’s packing for you and forcing you to take a plane to California.

There’s nothing romantic about it. It’s not like what you’ve seen in the movies you rented from Family Video when Steve had a shift. Before he was yours. When you went because the forest green vest looked so good on him, and he always had some goofy recommendation, and he let his hands touch yours when giving you your change for a moment too long.

You’ve hardly even had him.

“So that’s it?” You can hardly hear yourself.

“I’m doing this for you. I’m doing everything for you. And - and i-if it works, I swear I’ll make it up to you. I swear, angel.”

You shake your head, hot tears making their way down your jaw. “No.”

He stills. Looks a little like a deer in headlights. Caught off guard, shocked. Mouth parting slightly before closing again, like he wants to argue but can’t.

What is there to say?

“If you make me get on that plane, Steve….” You shake your head again, swallowing the ache in your throat down.

You stare at each other again. His eyes are one of your favorite things about him. Those saccharine, chestnut and moss colored irises. They scrunch up when he laughs. You used to think about leaving Hawkins and moving somewhere nice, so far away from all of this that Steve grows up to have crows feet around his eyes. That you’d be the one who put them there. And this is the last time you’ll see them.

“You have to go,” he eventually sniffles.

“Please,” you try, for the final time.

He blinks slowly, frowning, chest rising and falling slowly. “I love you,” he whispers. “Please believe me.”

You’re not sure if you can.

#steve harrington x reader #han posts #steve x reader

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kissitbttr · 1 year ago

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If you’re open to it, I’d love to request reader leaving scratches on frat!miguel’s back from a good time, and Miguel’s teammates or brothers seeing them and teasing him!! But secretly he loves that everyone knows 💕

“damn.. someone had a good time last night” glen snickers as he watches shirtless miguel with messy hair walk down the stairs before heading towards the kitchen,

miguel rolls his eyes yet can’t help but smile, rubbing his sleepy eyes before yawning. “morning, man. do we have some cheerios left? or captain crunch. doesn’t matter”

glen frowns, shaking his head. “no more of that. coach will kill you. here” he tosses a half sandwich to his way before miguel catches it. “plus, your girl told me to give you more nutritious food. said she’ll chop my balls off if she ever catches me giving you any more of that sugary stuff. and i am not risking that”

“she did huh? sounds like her” he chuckles before taking a bite of the beef sandwich. “what time should we head to practice again?”

“seven. but coach wants us there 20 minutes before for some drills” glen informs, moving a chair next to him. “she’s not up yet?”

“nah” miguel responds, stealing a cup of someone else’s oj off the marble top. “figured i let her sleep in until we’re done with practice. she looks so cute while sleeping you guys know that?”

“we know” glen and beck responds in unison. “you tell us that shit all the time, o’hara”

“well sorry for having a pretty ass girlfriend. arrest me” he puts his hands up. “i’ll get ready in ten. who’s car are we—“

“yo o’hara?! the fuck did that girl do to you, bro?!”

carlos laughs out loud as he appears from behind, making the others jump. miguel’s eyebrows move into a confused frown as the other boys begin to scramble to see what he’s talking about. when they see it, a laugh breaks out of their mouths. fingers pointing at the couple of thin pink scars decorating his back,

“what? the fuck are you guys looking at?!”

“man… she got you good” monty nods with a huge smile, clapping his shoulder. “you seriously don’t feel that?”

“feel what?” miguel looks over his shoulder to see but fails to. then he moves to the nearest mirror and that’s when he realizes. “oh… well fuck me”

“she does that a lot?”

“yeah but… never this far” miguel’s lips turn into a cocky smirk and a chuckle follows after. “that’s the first”

“you look like you just got jumped by twenty cats, o’hara” beck comments, chugging his orange juice,

“ as if gloria doesn’t do the same to you”

“she always got her nails clipped, so no. that shit hurt”

“just admit that you’re a pussy” miguel takes a big bite of the sandwich, earning a flip off from glen. “because i’d let my girl do anything to me. that includes marking me. not that i would ask her to. she does it anyway”

carlos whistles, plopping down the chair next to him. “she’s a keeper then” miguel hums in agreement, “you think if you both broke up, she’ll go for me?”

miguel shoves him so hard he falls off the chair and lands on the floor with a loud thud.

#frat!miguel #miguel o’hara blurbs

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whysojiminimnida · 2 years ago

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Remember When I Said Taehyung Might Not Be As Gay As We Thought?

Don't judge a man by his milfy wardrobe, he looks goooood.

It was... awhile ago. Maybe as far back as 2021 although I do not feel like link-searching it. It's in the archives if I didn't kill it.

Granted, there was a lot going on, then. There's still a lot going on and until now I had no desire to ever - EVER - return to this hellsite. Because Taekookers are fucking weird, yo. And some of y'all got a lil bit up in my shit too as I (fuzzily) recall. Which: it's whatever. I'm extremely unsocial, don't even answer my own DMs. And it's not personal, so I get it. I don't need or want to defend myself, but I will protect people I care about. With my absence, if necessary.

OT: I also totally kicked the big C while I've been out so that was nice. Yoongi the cat is pleased that his noms will continue uninterrupted. I will be in wigs for at least another year. It's all good. Oh LOOK at what we have here. Don't come at me for publishing this, I will explain.

I got it from actual media days ago, okay, and also: there was no expectation of real privacy. Keep reading. Or don't, I'm not telling you what to do.

ANYWAY. I had to come back, mainly to say TAENNIE IS REAL I TOLD Y'ALL IDK WHY NOBODY EVER BELIEVES ME BUT HERE WE ARE. I'm gloating. Honestly, it's so rude, I'd apologize if I cared. But I am rude and snorfling into my cheerios about this. Tae just made me so damn happy, is all.

LET THE MAN BE BI OR HETEROFLEXIBLE OR EVEN STRAIGHT IDC. Jennie clearly makes him happy. Look at his "I'm going to Paris to see my girlfriend" face!

And in that very specific jewelry look, no less. Foundrae. Again. Still. Hm.

Here's what I can tell you based on my limited third hand no sources no receipts this is probably utter bullshit usual disclaimer: It's a soft open, kids. This whole "oopsie we just so happened to get caught taking a lil walk in public with our managers in tow during which date at least one of us signed several autographs, what a surprise" is in fact a soft open for what will likely be a public confirmation PRETTY DAMN SOON. It might happen before I get this thing published, actually, depending on when I get it up. If it's before May 22 at noon my time, no idea. If after, well. Guess we'll see. Jennie's supposed to show up at the screening of HBO's The Idol that day, screening at the Grand Lumiere at 10:30 CEST. One wonders if she will arrive alone, or bring a plus one. It's a big ask, and if he does it they're probably getting married, that's how big a deal it would be. So I'm not holding my breath, but.

This seems like a reasonable prospect for a plus-one viewing. Might not be the only one but... Jennie's IN IT so.

I'M NOT SAYING THIS IS GONNA HAPPEN. I think it would be a fucking POWER move if it did, but I also do not necessarily expect that it will. It COULD. It... MIGHT. It might not. Either way they're a thing, I'm telling you. They are, have been, a thing. For awhile. And it is apparently quite serious - like up to and including talk of engagement serious.

Remember when a bunch of folk thought that one gummy bear dude was going to jail for "hacking" Jennie's phone only there's been no actual movement on any "investigation"? Yeah. Trickle truthing, they call it. Give 'em a little bit, let them deny it and yell and chew on it for awhile before you give 'em a little more. But c'mon, nobody's wearing half the love-themed couple pieces at Foundrae for no damn reason.

Seriously they got the whole collection almost and both have been seen wearing them almost exclusively. For a year.See airport pic above.

Look, I don't have inside info on Taehyung. I do not. I ain't hang with his friends and I don't know him personally. Never met the guy. But I know a PR move when I see one and this is exactly that.

We all know how toxic stan culture can be. Some ToadlicKKers (and a few of us house elves) are certifiably bonkers, if stan twitter is anything to go by. And the guys, the company, they expect a whole meltdown. They know this is not gonna make half their fans happy. I mean the tkkers have a point in that it looks like they wanted to be seen. BECAUSE IT'S A SOFT OPEN. What Taejen/Taennie/Jenhyung and the companies also know is that based on historic shipper behavior, this is gonna come back on Jimin, Jungkook, maybe Rose' and Lisa. And by extension, the other members. Maybe not as much due to their respective distance, but still. I bet by the time I finish this it will have already started.

Oh look there it is. Fuck those bitches, really.

Good LORDT. I'm not adding the audio, if y'all are that hungry for psycho hose beast Jimin hate hie thee to stan twt.

But, totally off-topic kinda...

... wouldn't it be cool if Jennie, who speaks great English, was hanging out with Troye Sivan and was like "so you know my boyfriend tells me that his bffs..." I'M JUST SAYING NETWORKING IS COOL AND FRIENDS OF FRIENDS GET THINGS DONE OKAY.

You know that girl has the scoop. If Tae knows it, she knows it. Oh heeeeyyy Troye.

Also OT: I love that Taekook have been hanging out a little more lately. It's refreshing. I genuinely think having Jennie in his life has been good for Tae in several ways. And you know, I'm kinda surprised Taennie has lasted this long. I didn't honestly think they would. It warms my decrepit, sad old heart a bit. Turns out I have a lot more to say so IDK IDK, if I feel okay about it I might be back. Right now I'm just waiting for the official Taennie nod and the continued total meltdown.

#oh shit here we go again #taennie #stan twt #cannes #taehyung #kim taehyung #jennie #meanwhile the jeon parks continue unabated but that's another thing #tae in paris #random troye sivan #cannes 2023 #yoongi the cat not the man #why the hell am i even here

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D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 6

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 5.9k

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

18+, minors DNI

Chapter 5 | Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 6

Jake slid his sunglasses on while exiting the Vigilantes hanger. He was supposed to meet Coyote for lunch - an apology for blowing him off for the last three weekends. But with you standing firm on the no weeknights sleepovers, it was the only time he was able to see you. After waking you up with his tongue between your legs, he’d thought you’d cave, but no luck. Instead, he was stuck trading texts and phone calls during the week. But even Coyote agreed that regular sex was more important than pick-up basketball games at the base gym or nights at the bar.

Jake cast a critical eye over the jets as he walked the flight line. The maintenance crews were among the best in the world, but all it took was one rookie pilot just out of flight school to damage millions of dollars in equipment. As part of his TOPGUN training, he’d been charged with helping train some of those kids, which was an exercise in patience. Thankfully he wasn’t the only TOPGUN grad stationed on Lemoore, so the responsibilities were pretty evenly shared.

A small group of people was standing around the Rough Raiders hanger - a mix of khaki, flight suits, and civilians. He paused midstep at the sight of you climbing a jet ladder, a guy in a flight suit standing below and checking out your ass. You hadn’t mentioned being on base when you talked last night. Tucking his tongue into his cheek, he watched you climb into the F-35 and look up at the canopy as the pilot quickly scaled the ladder. He handed you his helmet, and Jake watched as you grinned and put it on before sitting. From the distance and angle, he couldn’t see you well but clocked the guy’s grin and as he reached into the cockpit. He felt a spike of irritation and shoved his clenched fists into his pockets before remembering he was in uniform. Smoothing down his khakis, he forced himself to walk away.

Coyote was waiting by his Jeep when Jake reached the Sidewinder offices. With a nod, he got into the car and cranked the engine, blasting the air conditioning. Coyote glanced at his friend and smirked, “Who pissed in your Cheerios?”

“No one,” he grumbled, snapping the door shut. “Joe’s sound good, or did you want to hit the food court?”

“Let’s get the hell off base. Gotta tell you about this damn kid.”

Your phone buzzed, alerting you to motion outside your front door before it chimed. Sighing, you dropped the dirty clothes you were sorting and reached into your pocket, pulling up the app to see Jake looking down at the camera. Stepping over the pile of clothes, you closed your bedroom door before letting him in. “Hey - didn’t realize you were coming over.”

“Just thought I’d stop by,” he shrugged. As soon as the door was closed, he backed you into it and braced his forearm over your head. Your hands rested on his chest as he kissed you slowly, the scent of his cologne - something smokey and spicy - washing over you. “Saw you on the flight line today.”

“Had the 60-day post-delivery meeting for the Lightnings,” you explained when his lips pressed against your throat. Jake smiled, slipping his hand under the hem of your shirt to lightly stroke your back, pinky anchored into the waistband of your slacks.

“That means it’s been 60 days since we met?”

“Technically 58 - we had to schedule the meeting early.”

“Damn, only took 58 days to get you to fall for me.”

“I wouldn’t go that far - you’re still in your probationary period, Seresin,” you scoffed. “Your review is coming up, and I’m a little unclear if you’ve met the conditions of your contract.”

“Oh yeah?” He shifted so his body pressed against yours, pinning you in place. “Pretty sure I’ve been the ideal boyfriend - I’ve made you dinner a couple of times, followed your stupid sleepover rule, watched your shitty movies - ”

“You’re getting points docked for insulting my taste.”

“Made you cum six ways from Sunday.” You felt his cock twitch against your thigh as he smirked.

Smiling sweetly, you cupped him, squeezing lightly when he pressed into your hand. His teeth dug into his lower lip when you looked up at him through your eyelashes. “All requests for title changes will be reviewed and, if approved, authorized following the 30-day evaluation - i.e., changing ‘guy I’m seeing’ to ‘boyfriend.’” When he opened his mouth to reply, you laughed while ducking out from under his arm. “We may have met 58 days ago, but we’ve only been seeing each other for three weeks. Better be on your best behavior for another week, or we’ll terminate the contract.”

You made it three steps before Jake’s arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you back against his chest. “We’ve spent the last three weekends together and talk every day. You’re my girlfriend. I’m your boyfriend.”

“I don’t remember having that conversation.”

“You’re the one who said you didn’t want casual.” After brushing his lips to your neck, he rested his temple against yours and closed his eyes, swaying slightly. A contented sigh escaped as you let yourself relax against him.

“You are definitely not who I thought you were, Jake.”

“Took you 58 days to realize that, darlin’?” he teased, a hint of an accent coloring his words.

“My sweet, sexy Southern guy I’m seeing.”

“Boyfriend.”

“You’re really angling for that promotion.”

“Put in my time and earned it on merit.” Shaking your head, you let out a heavy sigh while turning in his arms. He took your left hand, pulling it behind your back and holding you close. Your right hand lifted to tap the ribbon bar pinned to his chest, just under his golden wings.

“There’s no ribbon or promotion ceremony for that, you know.”

“You sure?” he asked, glancing down at his service ribbons. “Could start another row just for you.” Laughing, you stood on your toes to kiss him.

“You staying for dinner? I was just going to get something delivered and catch up on chores since someone has been keeping me busy over the weekends, and I haven’t had a chance to clean.”

“Let’s go out - grab a couple of drinks and a burger at the bar. Feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“I saw you on Sunday, it’s only Wednesday.”

“Exactly.” Chuckling, you slipped out of his arms, his fingers tightening around yours before releasing, and walked towards your room to swap your slacks for jeans.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You didn’t miss me?” he asked, following you to lean against your bedroom doorframe. Turning, you felt a flutter in your stomach at the sight of him, a softly teasing smirk playing on his lips, and a hint of mischief in his green eyes.

“Not even a little,” you lied.

His answering laugh let you know he didn’t believe you.

“That’s disgusting,” Jake grimaced, pulling a face as he handed you back your beer. You rolled your eyes, reaching over to wipe a bit of the watermelon gose foam from his upper lip.

“It’s better than your IPA.” Shaking his head, he took a swig to wash away the taste before looking around the bar. You’d had low hopes for the beer selection when you’d walked inside what was clearly a pilot hangout but had been pleasantly surprised that they carried a local brewery on tap.

“Wanna grab a seat or play some pool? There’s an open table.”

“Let’s play.” Grinning, he took your hand and led you to the back of the bar, where three tables were lined up. After placing his beer on the table rail, Jake grabbed two cues from the wall as you retrieved the balls from the pockets.

“We playing for fun, or do you want to make it interesting?” he asked, grabbing the triangle and racking the balls.

“We’re not playing strip pool in public.” His laugh drew the attention of the table next to you, and he walked towards you. When he reached to slip his hands into the back pockets of your jeans, you shifted so your ass was pressed against the table. As much as you enjoyed Jake’s hands on you, there were too many people around that you might have to work with one day. Better to keep the PDA to a reasonable level.

“Not what I was gonna suggest, but I like where your mind went,” he said, placing his hands on the table beside your hips. Cocking his head, his gaze drifted from your face to the hint of cleavage your blouse allowed.

“My eyes are up here, Lieutenant. What do you want to bet?” Taking his lower lip between his teeth, Jake shook his head.

“I wanna wake up with my girlfriend during the week.”

“You are really hung up on that, aren’t you?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What can I say? I think your snores are cute.”

“I do not snore!”

“You do,” he countered, leaning close enough to whisper in your ear. “Make these hot little moans when you’re sleeping, too. Makes me want to roll you onto your back and slide into that sweet - ”

“Jacob Michael!” you hissed, face flushed.

“Damn. First and middle name,” someone said. You glanced over Jake’s shoulder as his head fell to the crook of your neck, groaning softly. A guy in a flight suit stood there, grinning. “What’d you do to piss her off, Hangman?”

“Fuck off, Coyote.” Jake shifted to sit on the table beside you, hunched over and rubbing his brow.

“Javy Machado,” the man said, extending a hand. “But everyone calls me Coyote. You must be the woman this asshole can’t stop talking about.” Laughing, you introduced yourself while shaking his hand.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. Jake said you two went to the Academy together?”

“We did. Got stuck with him during our plebe summer.”

“Oh. So you know all the embarrassing college stories.”

“He tell you about the time he lost a uniform race and almost broke his nose running into the wall during an Around the World?”

“I didn’t understand what you said, but tell me more,” you grinned.

“Did you need something?” Jake asked, glaring at his friend.

“Basically, our detailer - ”

“We’re trying to play a game. See you later, Coyote.” Standing, Jake turned his friend around and playfully shoved him between his shoulders.

“It was nice meeting you!” you called after him. “And don’t worry - we’ll talk.”

“I’ll see you around. And don’t let him hustle you at pool.” Jake sighed when he turned to see you sipping your beer, eyes sparkling over the rim of the glass.

“Ignore everything he says.”

“Absolutely not. He is definitely coming over for dinner one night so I can hear all about baby Seresin. And it’s good to know that you hustle pool.”

“I don’t hustle, darlin’ - I’m just good.”

“Is that right? Then why, exactly, should I even bother betting against you?”

“I’ll give you a two-ball handicap.”

“Four.”

“Two.”

“Three, and I get to move the white ball every other turn.”

“Two ball handicap and you can move the cue ball twice.”

“Fine, but we’re doing best two out of three.”

“Alright. What do you want if you win?”

“I want…” you tapped your upper lip and laughed when Jake moved your hand to kiss you.

“Didn’t need to bet to get me to kiss you, darlin’.” Playfully, you shoved him away and stood.

“I want one no questions asked favor that I can call in whenever I need.” After a moment, he nodded.

When you failed to break the rack during your first shot, Jake grinned as you hung your head and groaned. His shot sank a striped ball, and he hit another one before missing. After nudging two of your solids into a pocket, you took a shot that bounced off the railing. He winked while lining up his shot, not even looking as he hit the cue ball, knocking in two of his stripes.

The first game was over quickly, and he grinned against your pouting lips before drinking half of his beer. “Should we stop at the store and get some of your flavored coffee shit for my place?” he teased.

“Don’t act like you don’t like my flavored creamer and syrups, Mr. Honey Lavender Latte.”

“That’s Lieutenant Honey Lavender Latte,” he smirked, tugging a strand of your hair. “Want me to help?”

“Fine,” you huffed. Jake reracked the balls and stood at the end of the table as you broke, enjoying the peek down your shirt as you bent over the table. After hitting a solid in and purposely missing his second shot, he watched as you circled the table to pick your angle while sipping your beer. When you stopped in front of him and dropped the cue ball back onto the table, he helped position your hand into a closed bridge and pointed to where you should aim. Placing his hand on your wrist, he stepped behind you so your ass pressed against his crotch when you leaned over the table.

“During the stroke, give it the right amount of thrust,” he said, stacking his hand behind yours on the pool stick. Glancing over your shoulder at him, you shifted your weight and watched him bite his lip. “Behave.” When the ball sank into the pocket, you stood and grinned, quickly pecking his lips before lining up the next shot, waiting expectantly for him to help.

You took the opportunity to tease him at every turn.

When you knocked the eight ball in and won the round, Jake couldn’t help but grin when you threw up your hands in celebration, shoulders shaking as you wiggled your hips in a victory dance. Unable to stop himself, he wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you back into his chest to press a kiss to your neck. Your excitement was adorable, even though he was turned on and frustrated as hell. One more round, a stop by your apartment, and then straight into his bed for some teasing of your own. And he wouldn’t have to walk you to your damn rental car and wait for a text to say you were home safely.

“Wanna grab dinner before the tie-breaker?” you asked.

“If you wanna prolong the inevitable.” Narrowing your eyes, you stuck out your tongue and danced out of the way when he moved to smack your ass.

“Go get us a table. I’m going to use the restroom.” With a quick kiss, you made your way through the crowd in the direction he’d pointed while Jake grabbed your empty glasses and returned them to the bar. He clapped Coyote on the back when he saw his friend waiting to close out his tab.

“She seems nice,” Coyote said.

“I really like her, Javy.” Jake felt his scrutinizing gaze and shook his head, meeting his friend’s eyes. “She is…”

“Not your normal type?” Hanging his head, Jake chuckled. He’d been purposely avoiding eye contact with a couple of women he’d hooked up with all night. “Just don’t fall for the whole ‘something’s missing’ thing this time, alright?” Javy smirked, holding up his left hand and wiggling his fingers.

“Never gonna let me live that one down, are you?”

“Hey, I’m not the one who got married because their girlfriend of three months posted on Facebook that their ring finger was empty.” Jake grimaced, pushing away the memory of proposing to his ex-wife while drunk on Bourbon Street after she’d been pouting all night that all of her friends were getting married and having babies. The next day, he’d opened his first credit card to replace the straw wrapper ring with one she picked out on base at the NEX and bought his matching wedding band.

His ring was now on the bottom of the Pacific. He’d tossed it off the carrier after signing the divorce papers.

“You know who that is?” Javy asked, nodding to where you were chatting with some guy in a flight suit. Jake shook his head, watching as you smiled, and waved a hand across your eyes before drawing a circle in the air. Your brows furrowed as the guy said something, and then you laughed and shook your head. Jake moved when the guy grinned and cupped your cheek, turning your head left and right.

He recognized the guy. It was that pilot from earlier.

“Shit,” Javy muttered, watching as you took a step back and nodded.

“There you are,” Jake said, dropping his arm across your shoulders and kissing the side of your head. “Ready to grab a table?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Jake, this is - ”

“Hangman.”

“Rebound,” he replied, shaking Jake’s extended hand.

“You’re with the Rough Raiders?” he asked, nodding at the other man’s patch.

“Yeah. You?”

“Vigilantes.”

“Lieutenant Karrow was nice enough to let me see what the 360 camera array on the Lightning looks like from inside his helmet,” you said, trying to diffuse the tension between the two men.

“All that tech must be nice. Sounds like the 35 pretty much flies itself,” Jake said. Rebound smirked.

“Vigilantes are still in the 18s, right? I used to fly one, but the 35s are great. I love the 10K higher ceiling and better maneuverability. Plus, the whole being able to fire on an enemy behind you with all that tech.”

“If you’re lucky enough for them not to get tone on you by that point.”

“When you’re in a stealth craft, it doesn’t happen very often.”

“Right. All that tech makes the pilot's job easier,” Jake smirked. Rebound scowled, and your smile was fixed as you looked up at him.

“Actually, Hangman,” you said, emphasizing his call sign. “Have you heard that the dogfighting rating is better for the 35 than the 18? The stealth capabilities help, but once the missile bays open, the radar-absorbent skin is slightly impacted, so the pilots have to have combat skills. I’m sure you agree that the Navy wouldn’t send just anyone up in the air with an aircraft that costs $80 million a pop. Our infrared tech definitely helps since it can pick up on aircraft not showing up on radar by finding those heat signatures. Oh, and the ‘hive mind’ communication ability to share data between the 35s in the air - totally helpful when engaging the enemy. Not to mention the whole helmet capabilities. Our engineers, ugh, they did so well with that,” you said, shrugging off Jake’s arm and smiling at Rebound. “I don’t know about you, Karrow, but I really think the ability to just look at a target and engage is a hell of a lot better than having to reposition your jet to get your nose on target to even have a chance of getting a hit has its advantages in a dogfight.”

“Definitely,” Rebound grinned. Jake’s jaw clenched as you crossed your arms.

“That’s not even considering that we’re implementing a $15 billion upgrade with the Block 4 F-35s. We’re increasing power and data storage by a factor of 25 while incorporating 17 new weapons systems. And improving fuel efficiency by 25%. And while that’s pretty fucking phenomenal, unfortunately, we didn’t get the bid for the sixth-gen F/A-XX that the Navy ordered to replace the Super Hornet since those are actually deteriorating faster than the Hornets did, and production is ending in 2025. So you’ll probably have to get used to flying with more tech at some point in your career, Hangman.”

Jake didn’t like the thinly veiled anger or forced smile on your face. “You never know, darlin’. Hopefully, I’ll still be in the cockpit when those get off the production line.”

“Hopefully.” Your voice was clipped as you turned your attention to Karrow, who raised an eyebrow. “Thanks again for this afternoon, I really appreciate it. Have a goodnight, Jackson.”

“You too. And, uh, you know where to find me if you ever want to get another up-close look at the 35.” Karrow’s eyes darted over to Jake, whose jaw ticked. You smiled at Jake with a nod before turning on your heel and walking out of the bar.

He hesitated a beat before nodding at Karrow. His eyes darted to where Coyote stood at the bar and tilted his head. Coyote lifted his chin, pinning his gaze on Rebound, who smirked at Jake’s back before returning to his group of friends.

Outside, you looked down at your phone, comparing the pick-up time for two rideshare apps through bleary eyes and trying not to blink. If you didn’t blink, the tears building in your eyes wouldn’t fall, and you wouldn’t be crying.

“Darlin’?”

“Go away.”

“Baby, talk to me.”

“Go away, Jake. Please.” You refused to look at him as he stood beside you.

“Don’t get a car. Lemme drive you home.” When you didn’t say anything, he sighed. “Sweetheart.”

“Fine.” Locking your phone, you slipped it into your back pocket and made your way across the parking lot to his truck. Your hand rested on the handle as he unlocked it, not even giving him the opportunity to open your door. As soon as he cranked the engine, you reached over to turn up the music to a volume that discouraged conversation; his 2000s country music flooded the cab. When he reached over to place his hand on your leg, you turned away from him and stared out the window. His hand flexed on the shifter.

Even though you almost jumped out of the truck when he parked outside your apartment, mumbling goodnight, Jake followed you upstairs. The tight grip you had on your tears was faltering as you unlocked the door, and he pushed inside behind you. “Can you leave, please?” you said softly.

“Talk to me, darlin’. Tell me what I did wrong.” Your back was turned to him, and your head dropped, hands lifting to cover your face. Your sharp inhale echoed in the quiet apartment, and his feet were moving before his brain caught up. His arms wrapped around your waist as he cradled you to his chest, pressing kisses to your shoulders as you trembled. When your first sob burst free, he turned you, cradling your head and gently rocking, pressing kisses into your hair.

“I f-fuckin’ h-hate my j-job,” you gasped into his chest. Jake frowned, humming rather than responding as your grip on the back of his shirt tightened. His hands slid down your body, one landing on your ass while the other encouraged your leg over his hip. Crouching, he lifted you off your feet, legs wrapping around his waist, and walked into your bedroom, gently depositing you on your bed. After kicking off his shoes and taking off his khaki shirt, he knelt in front of you and took off your shoes, tossing them towards your closet. As you moved towards the pillows, you wiggled off your jeans, dropped them over the side of the bed, and shrugged off your bra under your shirt. He grabbed them both and put them in the laundry basket before taking off his pants and joining you under the covers.

“Gonna tell me what’s going on?” he asked, gently wiping away your tears.

“‘M sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

“Our night was ruined because of that… because he….”

“Night wasn’t ruined.”

“I’m actually pretty good at pool.”

“What?” he frowned at the change in topic.

“I-I played a lot growing up. At the base youth centers after school, and my grandparents bought me this game table when we came back stateside. It had pool and air hockey, and ping pong. My grandpa was really good at pool, and we’d play every time he visited.” Chuckling, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You telling me that you were hustlin’ me tonight?”

“A little.”

“I shouldn’t like that as much as I do.” Biting your lower lip, you ran your knuckle along his jaw, his stubble rasping against your skin. He gently took your wrist and kissed your palm when you reached his chin. When you met his gaze, his green eyes were soft and filled with concern. Closing your eyes, you moved closer and tucked your head under his chin. Jake sighed, holding you tightly as your legs tangled. “At the risk of sounding like a jealous boyfriend, he shouldn’t have touched you.” He felt you tense, but you didn’t say anything.

Jake felt your breathing even and was almost asleep himself when he heard you murmur, “I don’t hate the 18.” A smile tugged at his lips as he pressed a kiss into your hair.

“Glad to hear that, darlin’. You’re a damn good saleswoman - almost had me wanting to drop that $80 million, even though it’s more expensive than what you told me the first time we met.”

“‘S the engine that adds the $5 million,” you yawned. “But you’d get the discount.”

“Only took 58 days to earn that.”

When you woke in the middle of the night and slipped out of bed, Jake grabbed his phone to check the time. There was a text from Coyote asking if everything was okay, and he quickly typed back a message saying they’d talk. When you came back into the bedroom with a glass of water, he waited for you to say he needed to leave.

Instead, you set your glass on the nightstand and took off your shirt, slipping back between the covers with your back to him. He locked his phone and dropped it back onto the nightstand before shedding his own shirt. Curling around you, he pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder and smiled when you pressed back against him.

His alarm went off before yours. Groaning, you pulled the pillow over your head as he turned it off. A strong arm wrapped around your middle and tugged you across the bed, leaving your pillow behind as you grumbled. “Morning, grumpy,” Jake’s sleep-rasped voice teased as he rolled you onto your back. He kissed you softly, brushing the hair from your face before lightly tapping your cheek. “Lemme see those pretty eyes, darlin’.”

“Go away, you evil morning person.” Laughing lowly, he pushed back the covers and lowered his head to kiss the curve of your breast before sucking on your nipple. You inhaled sharply, pressing against his mouth as your hand buried in his hair.

“Play hooky with me,” he mumbled against your skin. When you shook your head, he lightly bit your breast before trailing kisses up your chest and throat, stopping when his lips hovered over yours. “I’ll go to sick call. You call in sick. We can spend all day relaxing.” When his thumb traced your cheek, you forced your eyes open. There was a pillow crease on his cheek, and his hair was flat on one side and spiked where your hands had run through it. It was his sleepy eyes that did you in, though.

“Fine,” you whispered and smiled against his mouth when he kissed you. After a few minutes spent trading lazy kisses, he pulled himself out of bed and dressed. Before he left, he ensured you texted your boss and promised to return in a few hours.

True to his word, he was back by 9:00AM and quickly changed out of his uniform into a pair of Navy sweats and a t-shirt while you made him a honey lavender latte that he loved to hate.

Slowly, over the course of the morning, he got you to talk. You reluctantly told him why you were so mad yesterday - as much as Karrow touching you had pissed you off, you still had to work with him, and Jake’s posturing could make it awkward. He apologized and had to rein in his anger when you avoided his eyes when he asked if people touched you at work like that. When you tried to say it wasn’t a big deal, that it was the comments and looks that were worse, he saw red.

“Darlin’... you know that’s sexual harassment.”

“Don’t say that,” you whispered. When he asked why, brushing away your tears, you shook your head. “‘Cause then I have to do something about it.”

With your face buried in his chest, you told him about leaving Florida after an awkward breakup. Your ex had moved into your apartment slowly, spending more and more nights at your place even though you’d told him you didn’t want to live together. When his lease was up, he’d expected you to add him to yours and had even told his roommate that he was moving out before talking to you about it. He’d told a mutual friend he was planning to propose, and you quickly ended it. When the opportunity to come to California came up, you jumped at it.

Jake reluctantly talked about his past. He said he was lonely at his first base and had trouble finding his footing in his new squadron. He was throwing himself into work and needing to prove that he’d earned his career as an aviator, so he made some stupid decision. Another new aviator, Bradshaw, had called him Hangman after an exercise, and the callsign had stuck. He hated it. He hated that he would always be reminded of the arrogant twenty-year-old kid he’d been. So it was easier to lose himself in a relationship that wasn’t good. He’d loved his ex-wife, and loved the stability their marriage gave him, but knew that she was cheating on him when he deployed. When he got orders to California, she stayed for three months before returning to New Orleans. She’d had some health problems, so they stayed married so she could stay on his health insurance. They’d only divorced because she’d wanted to remarry.

Later, your linked fingers were pinned over your head, Jake’s weight holding you down as he slowly rolled his hips. No matter how much you begged him to go faster, harder, he kept to the slow rhythm, straining to hold still when you both got too close to the edge. He savored the way you gasped his name against his lips. He let go of one of your hands to wipe a strand of sweaty hair from your face and smiled at your glazed expression when your eyes met his. “Please,” you whined. He caught your hand as it drifted between you and shook his head. After he kissed your palm, you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him close, biting his lower lip. “Please, Jake.”

Unable to deny you anything, his fingers drew slow circles around your clit. He crushed his lips to yours, forcing you to swallow the three small words that almost slipped out as you clenched around him.

A week later, Jake sat in his office, staring at his sister’s post celebrating his parent’s wedding anniversary. She’d used their last family picture - his graduation from the Academy.

He hated that picture. Hated thinking about that fucking day. Hated that his first salute as an ensign had gone to a man who encouraged him to keep up the Navy tradition of having a girl in every port as his mother stood beside him, a smile hiding her hurt. It wasn’t a secret that his father had done exactly that during his naval service.

The phone buzzed, and his eyes flitted up to see a text. What’s your email?

Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he quickly typed out his personal email address and sent it back to you. Two minutes later, a new message appeared in his inbox with an attached document.

30-Day Contract Review Results

Upon review of the initial “Dating” contract between the two parties identified below, it is determined that all clauses and conditions have been met. It is recommended that parties continue with the contract, entering an exclusive and monogamous relationship. Parties agree that the initial “date” is identified as the night of the contract writer’s unfortunate car accident, which will be acknowledged with annual anniversary.

Recommend the following updates to the contract:

Strike ‘person I’m seeing’ and replace with boyfriend/girlfriend as appropriate

Strike zero-tolerance weeknight sleepover policy and authorize two weeknight stays

Writer will not be required to assist with remaking hospital corners when staying at the contracting partner’s house

Contracting partner will acknowledge that writer does not snore

Writer will purchase supplies for honey lavender lattes for both households

Contracting partner will not disparage the writer’s film preferences

Parties will agree to an annual review of the contract, with ad hoc meetings to discuss clauses and conditions as they arise

The signatures below serve as an agreement to identified contract recommendations. The next review will occur on the acknowledged annual anniversary.

Your signature was already on the bottom of the document, and there was a signature line for him.

Laughing, Jake pulled up your phone number and called you.

“Yes?” He could hear the smile in your voice.

“Are you open to negotiating the number of authorized weeknight stays? Cause I’m thinking four is a better number.”

“At that point, we would only have one night away from each other when taking weekends into consideration.”

“I’m fine with that. Three nights at your place, three at mine.”

“That’s a lot of overnight bag packing.”

“Only for 44 weeks. The next round of negotiations is going to include moving in together.”

“You’re pretty confident that we’re gonna reach annual negotiations.”

“Darlin’, I have a feeling we’re gonna be doing this for a long time.” Jake heard your breath catch. After a moment, you cleared your throat.

“I’ll agree to three weeknights, Lieutenent Seresin. Final offer.”

“Make the edit, and I’ll sign it when I see you tonight.”

“Fine. I’ll see you tonight, Lieutenant.”

“See you tonight,” he grinned as the call disconnected, already planning on running back to his place to pack an overnight bag.

But when he got to his house, your car was idling on the side of the road. He parked the truck in the garage, making sure to leave enough space for your vehicle. When you pulled into the driveway, he motioned you forward until you were parked beside him. “You’re ruining my plan to scandalize the neighbors,” you huffed when he opened the car door.

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of opportunities for that,” he chuckled, taking the plastic bag you held out. Inside was an assortment of coffee stuff.

“First thing first, Seresin. Grab a pen.”

“Can’t kiss my girlfriend first?”

“No title changes are approved until you’ve signed.” Sighing, he grabbed the pen from his flight suit pocket and clicked it.

As soon as both copies of the contract - you’d insisted that you each need a copy - were signed, Jake shoved your slacks down your legs and pressed your cheek to the kitchen counter as he showed you exactly how much he loved being your boyfriend.

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Author's Note: This chapter covers a lot. Thanks for the patience when it came to writing it - between the themes, researching the F-35, and recovering from having guests, I've been exhausted. Hopefully the banter made up for the angst, and you liked seeing a bit more of each of their background. Kinda funny, but my brother in law proposed to his first wife for that same reason Jake did - a Facebook post of an empty hand.

Read Chapter 7

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yourhellishdaddies · 7 months ago

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{The Final Straw (18+)}

Adam x GN!Reader

Summary: You just can't take it anymore. You've held it together for as long as you could, but the call of your inner child beckons like a warm towel fresh out of the dryer after a shower. (The first time you regress in front of your boyfriend, Adam. AU where Adam survives the battle against the sinners and the rules are changed to allow sinners to be redeemed.)

[warnings: daddy dom dynamic, fingering, bath sex, oral sex, overstimulation, Adam being Adam]

Your body felt like lead as you dragged yourself home. Today was just not your day. Being an ambassador for all the newly reformed sinners was no easy task, especially with the former exorcists on your ass about it all. Adam, at the very least, had learned his lesson after losing the battle against Charlie and her friends.

You didn't sleep at all last night, and when you did finally manage to fall unconscious, your alarm began to blare in your ears and you had to drag yourself out the door. On your way to work, someone bumped into you and made you spill your coffee all over yourself. When you finally sat down at your desk, your head began to throb, and did so the entire day.

Shutting the door to your apartment, you don't even bother locking it as you kick your shoes off and toss your keys aside. Rubbing your temples, you head straight to the medicine cabinet and take some painkillers, downing a glass of water along with them. All you wanted to do was sit down with some comfort food and watch your favorite show.

As you open the fridge, you hear the front door open and shut, followed by Adam's obnoxious voice cutting through the sweet silence of your home.

"Hey babe, you home? The door was open so I just let myself in."

You turn, sighing, and call out to him.

"Yeah, I'm in the kitchen."

Adam, bless his heart, was still learning how to respect your boundaries and generally be less of a douche. He follows your voice and finds you leaning on the counter, disheveled with a sour look on your face.

"Damn, who shat in your Cheerios?" He chuckles upon seeing your face, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. You groan, leaning into his shoulder.

"Today was complete ass. I just wanna lie on the couch and do nothing for the rest of the day."

"Now you're speakin' my language! Make up some grub and I'll fire up the boob tube." Adam turns and heads to the living room, vaulting over the couch and landing on it smoothly. You roll your eyes, but smile nonetheless.

After fixing yourself your favorite meal and grabbing a drink from the fridge, you sigh contentedly, so glad to be home and finally able to relax. Unfortunately, the day doesn't seem to be done with you just yet, and as you turn to step into the living room, you slip.

The breath leaves your lungs as time slows, and you watch helplessly as the plate of food slips through your fingers while you fall backwards. You shut your eyes, arms reflexively shooting behind you to catch yourself.

CRASH!

You land flat on your bottom, covered in what was supposed to be your dinner. You look around helplessly at the mess, your heart dropping into your stomach. Adam comes rushing in, concerned and confused.

"What the fuck was that? Babe, are you- Oh shit." Adam stops as soon as he sees you, and cannot help but burst out laughing. "Haha! Ha! Oh my god, look at your face! Ahaha!!"

As he laughed at your misfortune, you feel the last bit of thread keeping you tethered snap.

That's it, that was the last straw.

As Adam continues to belt it out, all sense of adulthood drains from your body. Your lower lip quivers, and you slump over, head hanging low. As quiet sobs begin to wrack your body, Adam freezes.

The hell were you doing? Usually, whenever you were upset, you'd just yell and storm off. He was even expecting you to throw some of the food you had spilled at him. But this? This was... different. This wasn't like you.

"Uhh, babe?" He asked cautiously. "You okay?"

You didn't answer, just let out a loud wail, snot trailing down your lip. Adam jumps, eyes blown wide like someone had just tried to pull a knife on him.

"Woah, hey!! What's with the waterworks!?" He kneels down, brushing the food from your lap awkwardly. "S'not that big a deal, it's just food. You can always get more!" Adam tries to comfort you, but it's like you can't even hear him. You bring your hands to your face to cover your eyes with your balled up fists, shoulders heaving with heavy sobs.

"Aw, geeze." He's completely caught off guard, and has no clue how to handle a situation like this. He was never one for physical affection, but seeing you so upset stirs something within him. Something unfamiliar. Listening to his instincts, he reaches out towards you, wrapping his arms around you and patting your back.

"H-hey, it's alright. Look at me..." Adam tilts your chin up with his thumb and forefinger, urging you to drop your guard. You allow your hands to fall away, and watch as he removes his mask to look at you face to face. It's the first time you've ever seen him so worried.

"I'm here, okay? No need for all that crying." His expression is soft for once, his blue eyes locked on your own. "Sorry for laughing at ya like that, guess I still got some stuff to learn."

You sniffle, and nod, accepting his apology. He offers you a small smile, and helps you to stand. Your legs are wobbly, so you clutch onto his arm tight. Again, something quite out of character for yourself. He raises an eyebrow at you as you nuzzle into his shoulder, humming lowly, bringing your thumb to your mouth.

"Babe? Uh.. are you good?"

"Mmmn.." You shake your head, gazing up at him with sad eyes. He shifts uncomfortably, scratching the back of his head.

"You uh... You should get cleaned up. You're a giant mess." He says, chuckling lightly, brushing the hair from your face. Your eyes light up, and you speak your first word since breaking down.

"Bath?" You ask, tone hopeful.

"Uh, yeah... Say, did you hit your head when you fell?"

You pout, shaking your head. "No! 'M just small..."

Okay, you definitely hit your head. Why else would you be acting so strange? Adam decides that, as much as this weirded him out, he should probably care for you while you're all loopy. After all, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he just left you after you'd hurt yourself?

With his mind made up, he takes your hand and leads you down the hall to your bathroom, you waddling behind him.

As he flicks on the light and removes his helmet, you stand against the wall, waiting patiently while he draws a bath. Thumb still in your mouth, you rock back and forth on your heels, watching him intently as he tests the water to make sure it's not too hot. In the very back of your mind, your regular self is panicked, trying their best to figure out how in the world you're going to explain all this.

Your child self cares not, though. They simply suck on your finger, humming contentedly as they eye the bubble bath sitting next to the faucet. Their, or rather, your eyes sparkle. Adam notices the look on your face, and sees what you're admiring. He chuckles, and picks up the bottle.

"You want a bubble bath? Sure thing, babe. I gotcha." He flips the cap and pours more than a generous amount into the tub, and you wiggle excitedly as you watch the bubbles begin to froth. Adam can't help but smile at you.

"You need some help getting outta those clothes?"

Shyly, you nod, face heating up. You let Adam lift your shirt over your head, and you feel his eyes looking you up and down, a small smirk playing on his lips. He kneels down and hooks his fingers underneath the waistband of your bottoms, slowly sliding them down along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare. He hovers for a moment, resisting the urge to slide his tongue along your sex, and then stands.

"There you go, sweet cheeks. C'mon, let's get ya washed up." He takes your hand, and leads you to the tub, which is half full now and shimmering with bubbles. Putting his hand to your back, he steadies you as you step in, the hot water sending goosebumps across your skin. You shiver, and giggle, slowly lowering yourself into the tub. Adam's eyes wander over your body, admiring your backside and the dimpled skin.

As you settle down, and Adam tries to quell the rising tent in between his legs, he grabs a sponge and lathers it up with soap. He presses it to your skin, and begins to gently swipe over your shoulders, scrubbing at your back. Your muscles begin to relax, and you let out a relieved sigh. You bring your knees to your chest and wrap your arms around them, shutting your eyes and losing yourself in the sensation.

"That feel good, baby? God, you're so cute." Adam coos, licking his teeth. You hum, swaying back and forth happily.

"Yes, daddy~"

Adam's heart stops, experiencing a visceral reaction. His hand squeezes the sponge so tight it nearly rips, he bites down on his lip so hard it starts to bleed, and his cock painfully twitches as blood rapidly pulses to it. His eyes blown wide, he growls.

"Fuck, baby, is that what this is? You need me to be your daddy?" He leans in close, his hot breath hitting your earlobe, causing you to tremble. "Well shit, darling. I can do that."

Adam sets the sponge down, and quickly removes his robe, sliding into the tub right behind you. He pulls you close to him, pressing his length against your back, and nibbles at your ear. You giggle and gasp, writhing against him.

"Hee hee, daddy! That feels funny!" You squeal as his tongue darts out to lick at the spot where his teeth just were. He smiles wickedly, wrapping his arms around your middle and massaging your soft skin in his soapy fingers.

"Funny good, sweetie?" He asks, voice husky. You nod, wriggling against him, brushing up against his cock and eliciting a small groan from him.

One of his hands dip down between your thighs, fingers grazing over your most sensitive area, making you chirp and lean into his touch.

"D-daddy~!" You whine. Adam chuckles, and begins stroking you with the pads of his fingers.

"What? Daddy's just making sure you're all clean down there." He teases, rolling you around and playing you like his guitar. His fingers were skilled and strong, making you come undone far too quickly. You lean back, laying your head across his shoulder, granting him access to your neck.

He bites down, and you cry out, the pleasure and pain melding together so deliciously it makes your heart race. He ruts up against you, huffing and grunting while he runs his tongue over your reddening skin.

You lose yourselves in each other, forgetting about the rising water and the prospect of getting clean. All that matters is that you're in daddy's arms, and he's making you feel so, so good. You grind up into his touch as he rubs you just right, the pressure steadily building further and further.

"D-daddyyy...."

Adam's other hand comes up to wrap around your neck, gripping just enough to make you feel dizzy.

"Who's Daddy's good little angel? Hm?" His breath is hot and labored as his hips thrust in time with his assault on your sex.

"Mm... me..?" You mumble, head foggy and mind racing.

"That's right, sweetheart. It's you!" He praises you, pressing his lips to your cheek. "Fuck, you're so, so precious."

Adam's hands leave you, and for a moment you're disappointed, until you realize that he's lifting you up by your thighs and positioning you over his throbbing cock. You look down, unable to see anything through the bubbles, but feel the tip prodding at your entrance.

"You want daddy's dick? Want daddy to pound that sweet little hole of yours?" His voice is low, gravely, and hungry. You quiver, and beg him.

"Y-yes, daddy, please!"

That's all he needs to hear as he practically drops you onto him, filling you instantly and making you choke. He bottoms out, your insides squeezing him, pulse racing. Your vision goes blurry.

"Fuck, baby, fuuuuuck!" He hisses, one hand gripping your hip and the other snaking back around to toy with your most sensitive spot. "Goddamnit, you're so fuckin' tight! Oh, fuck yeah!"

The water spills over the edge of the tub as Adam bounces you up and down, snapping his hips up and rolling you onto his length. You squeal as he squeezes and rubs your sex, pressure building rapidly once again and threatening to overtake you. He groans, gasping into your ear, licking a stripe up your neck. The water is so warm, and Adam's touch is so heated, you begin to sweat.

"This what you needed, baby? Needed daddy to take over and make you feel good?" He whispers. All you're able to do is let out a wobbly noise of approval, a gentle sob caught in your throat. Your climax mounts, and you desperately pat at his arm to signal to him that.

"Oh, is baby close? Gonna cum all over daddy's dick? That sure was quick!" Adam huffs, his thrusts becoming sloppier. "Fuck, cum for daddy, baby. Cum for me."

Your body convulses and you scream, muscles spasming and squeezing Adam's cock. Your toes curl, stars exploding behind your eyes as white hot pleasure rips through your entire body.

"DADDY~!"

The water overflows, spilling everywhere onto the floor. Neither of you seem to notice as Adam fucks you through your orgasm, your name spilling out over his lips over and over like a prayer.

"Oh fuck, baby, baby, babyyy... So good... You feel so good on daddy's cock~" His voice nearly cracks, not giving you a moment to rest, chasing his own climax desperately. You squeal and writhe, becoming overstimulated and nearly sobbing as Adam continues to pound into you.

"Duh... Daddy! Too much! S'too much!" Your voice comes out a slur, tongue lolling out, your body not knowing how to process it all.

"Aw, too much darlin'? Alright, let daddy fix it." He stands, lifting you up with him, and removes you from his dick. It pops out, bouncing, wet with your slick and hard as a rock. He turns the water off, and places you on the counter, leaning over you and pumping himself in his hand. Using his free hand, he lifts your knee up and lines himself back up with your trembling hole. You bite your lip.

"Just relax, sweet pea. Daddy will be gentle." He pushes himself forward, the head slipping into you easily. You gasp, the intrusion making your hair stand on end. Carefully, Adam rocks his hips back and forth, letting out a deep, gutteral moan.

"Fuuuuuck, yeah, baby..." He leans over you, his arms on either side of you, encasing you, trapping you underneath him. With each thrust, he pushes a little deeper, grunts a little harder. Drool starts to pool in his mouth and spills out, dripping down onto your chest.

As he gazes down at you, unable to control himself, he lifts his hand and grabs you by the jaw, squeezing it until your mouth opens wide enough for him to stick his tongue inside. You accept, allowing him to press his lips to yours while his hot tongue dances with your own. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you whine, his tongue delving deeper and deeper, tasting you and savoring you.

The sound of wet, sloppy kissing fills the room, along with the 'plap plap plap' of Adam's balls smacking against your ass with his measured thrusts. He reaches that sweet spot deep inside of you that has your vision turning white, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, squirming and humming, feeling a second orgasm building in your gut.

Adam pulls away, his brow furrowed with sweat dripping from it, a smug grin on his face. "You gonna cum again, sweet baby? Let daddy feel you squeeze his cock real good."

His words push you over the edge easily, and you come undone underneath him, squirting all over his soft tummy and yelling out for him.

"D-daddy! Daddy!!"

"Oh fuck, just like that baby, yeah! God, you're so fucking cute. Daddy's gonna cum. Gonna cum deep inside ya'. You want daddy's cum, precious?" His voice is deep, sending a chill through you.

"Yes, daddy, yes!! Fill me up with your cum!"

With one, two, three more harsh thrusts, Adam cries out, spilling his seed into you, pumping rope after rope of the sticky fluid all over your insides. He gasps and pants and shivers, riding out his high as long as he can, grabbing your face in his hands and pressing a sloppy kiss to you.

Finally, he slows, and leans back, admiring his work as he catches his breath. Your belly is slightly bloated, his cock acting as a plug to keep it all inside you. He presses his palm to it, causing you to groan and wiggle, feeling far too full.

"Nnng... daddy's cum.. so full..."

Adam shushes you, placing a finger to your lips.

"You did such a good job, baby. Daddy's so proud of you." He smiles, his shoulders still heaving. His cock grows soft, and his sparkling cum starts to leak out. Quickly, he pulls himself out, and kneels down to catch it all on his tongue.

"Fuck, you taste so good baby." His gentle praises excite you as he dips his tongue into your spent hole, scooping out the still hot spunk and swallowing it down greedily. You gasp, watching him do something so lewd makes your heart race.

He finishes up, and trails his tongue back up to your quivering sex, wrapping his mouth around it and sucking gently. Yelping in surprise, you bite down on your lip, groaning in satisfaction.

"Ah, daddy, yes-!"

Your legs wrap themselves around his head as he pleasures you, thrumming his tongue against your aching groin. Nothing in this world felt sweeter than Adam's lithe tongue dancing over your most sensitive area. The coil inside you begins winding tighter and tighter, your release rushing up on you faster than you expect.

"Daddy, w-wait, I-!" The coil snaps, and a nearly inhuman screech leaves your hoarse throat as his tongue assaults you. Wave after wave of dizzying pleasure courses through you, and you arch your back into his mouth, squirting once again.

Adam drinks it up happily, slowing his movements and letting you come down gently. Your mind goes completely blank, all that consumes your thoughts is him as you gasp for air.

As he pulls away, he brings you to his chest, cradling you and cooing into your ear.

"Shh, good job, my little angel. You made daddy feel so good. I love you so much."

As you come back down to earth, Adam lifts you and rocks you back and forth in his arms. Using his magic, he cleans up the huge mess in an instant, and places you carefully back into the warm tub. He begins to wash you gently, brushing the hair from your face. You hum, leaning back and allowing him to clean you, fully satisfied and eyelids heavy.

As he scrubs you, you feel yourself begin to nod off. Adam notices, and finishes up quickly, rinsing you and lifting you up and out into a warm towel.

He carries your dozing form to the bedroom, where he slips the two of you underneath the covers and snuggles you close. You sigh, and give him a soft kiss on the nose.

"Thank you, daddy..."

"Anything for my little rock star."

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