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I think a place of hurt a lot of single women are coming from, right or wrong, is youre told as a teenager to know your value in dating and it’s up to you to hold your standards but when you hold your standards so long you become a single woman at 30 you’re now the problem for never getting married

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Batting Practice Part 30 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You only get two nights alone with Bradley in Palm Springs, and you're determined to enjoy every minute of your honeymoon. Bradley isn't so sure how you'll feel about the gifts he bought for you, but you light up when you see them. While the weekend felt too short, going home means you both get to see Everett again.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, smut

Length: 5600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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Bradley held your hand the entire way to Palm Springs as the two of you softly shared your ideas for the future. It was dark outside, and there was no traffic, making for a peaceful ride. You had changed out of your wedding dress into some leggings and one of his tee shirts, but you still looked as beautiful as you had earlier at the ballpark when he slipped your wedding band on your finger. Right now you were talking about going to Disney World when Everett had a school break, but the details didn't matter to Bradley. He was happy going anytime you wanted. 

"I've never been to Florida. I've barely been out of California, and even then, just for work conferences in Minneapolis in the middle of winter," you told him, rubbing your soft fingers along his rough ones. "But you've been everywhere."

Bradley contemplated his response for a beat. Sure, he'd been all over the world with the navy. He'd seen a lot and been able to act the part of a tourist at times, too. But he'd never experienced this before. "Yeah," he agreed, turning down a desert road. "But this is the first time I've had a home since I was a kid, Kitten. I'll take you and Ev anywhere you want to go, happily. And then we can return home where everything is perfect. Home is where the Phillies room is."

Your laughter filled the Bronco as the lights of Palm Springs came into view between the mountains. Bradley navigated the last few miles to the hotel, and then he helped you out before grabbing both bags. The night was cool, and you had goosebumps on your arms when he touched you there, but your lips were warm and inviting. "I love you," he whispered. "Let's go to our room."

He wasn't sure if it was the chilly air that made you shiver or his words, but he was planning on showing you how many different ways he could love you over the next two days. Emotionally and physically. It only took a minute to get checked into the small boutique hotel, and then you were leading the way to the room, occasionally grinning at him over your shoulder. 

As soon as that door was closed and you said, "Oh, look how pretty-" Bradley had his mouth on yours as he pushed you up against the door. "Coach," you gasped, pliant in his arms as his hands found their way up inside your shirt. 

"You feel so good. So soft," he whispered, voice harsh as you started to pull the shirt over your head. As you stood there in your white lace bra, nipples peaked against the decadent looking fabric, he said, "You're my wife."

The way your body arched into his as your head tipped back against the door made his eyes go wide. He wrapped his big hands around your hips and hauled you to bed, pressing you down underneath his bodyweight as he dipped his hand into the elastic waistband of your pants. You were so wet. He shouldn't have been surprised. And now you were getting a little loud as he stroked your clit. That didn't really surprise him either. 

"I like you loud," he grunted, taking a minute to wrench your tight pants down your legs and drop them to the floor. You were perfect, writhing around, gasping his name in your white thong and matching bra. When you reached for him, he tried to slow his pace, tried to get himself undressed, but he just couldn't.

So the first time he made love to you after you got married, Bradley still had his jeans mostly on, and your pretty panties were pushed to the side to accommodate him. He managed to get your bra off as you ran your hands along his neck and up into his hair, and then you pulled his shirt off for him. But the urgency to be with you was still there. He hoped it never went away.

"I love you, Coach," you gasped, keening loudly as he sucked on your tits and got you off with his fingers and his cock. And then he came for you, messing up your thong when he withdrew, watching his cum seep out of you and onto the bedding. 

"We're gonna destroy this room," he whispered, taking in your body and the way you were gently stroking your tits in the aftermath. 

You bit your lip and watched him stand at the foot of the bed. "Let me know when you're ready again. I have an idea for that couch."

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As soon as you got cleaned up from round one with Bradley's undershirt back on, you dug around in your overnight bag. And then it became abundantly clear that Molly packed your overnight bag with a specific agenda in mind. Yeah, she packed your toothbrush, face wash and makeup. Sure, she packed your phone charger and vitamins. But when it came to clothing, all you had with you was your leopard print bathing suit, one of Molly's bodycon dresses, and lingerie. And more lingerie. And new lingerie that you'd never even seen before. 

"Bradley!" you called out to your newly minted husband who was in the bathroom. You stormed over to the door and pushed it open to reveal him washing his hands. 

"Yeah, Baby?"

"Why did you let Molly pack my bag?"

He gave you a funny look. "I thought she'd know better about what you'd want to bring here than I would."

You laughed and shook your head. "She packed it for you. Not me. There's nothing in there except sexy underwear and one skin tight dress."

Bradley's grin grew as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. "I'm gonna thank her right now."

"When I'm wearing an inappropriately short dress to dinner tomorrow night, that's on you and her," you told him, strolling out onto the balcony that overlooked the pool. 

But he was right behind you, pressing himself against your back as you leaned against the railing and looked out over the desert lit up by moonlight. "This dress? How short we talking?"

You pushed your butt back against him and whispered, "You'll think my pussy is on your dinner menu."

The way he groaned in your ear and wrapped his arm around you left little doubt in your mind that he was ready for round two. "How about for a midnight snack?" he asked, reaching beneath the shirt you were wearing and running his rough hand up your thigh. His lips and breath were hot on your neck as you wiggled your butt. He hissed, "I want you."

"You just had me," you replied, biting your lip as you watched the few people below who were having a late night swim. And then he was slipping one long finger down along your slit and pushing it inside your pussy, still messy with his cum from a little bit ago. 

"Well, I want you again." He was kissing the side of your neck now as you contemplated whether or not it was a good idea to do this on the balcony. "How could I not want my sexy wife?" 

Okay, so you were going to let him fuck you on the balcony. 

While your room didn't have any exterior lights shining, it wasn't so dark up here that you were completely hidden. And the wrought iron railing wasn't going to help hide much, but you were already getting excited just thinking about it. When you bent a little more at the waist so your bare butt and thighs were rubbing against the front of his shorts, you looked at him over your shoulder and whispered, "You wanna?"

With a groan so loud you were afraid the people in the pool might look up, he withdrew his finger from your pussy. "I wanna." And then you squeaked as he wrapped his forearm around your belly and ground himself against you. "You gotta keep quiet, Kitten." And then he bent you a little more, and you could feel the cool night air on your slick opening before he yanked down his shorts and filled you up. 

You weren't prepared to take him right then all at once, and Bradley had to cover your mouth immediately as you braced your hands on the railing.

"I love it when you get loud," he grunted next to your ear as he started thrusting. When you licked his palm, paying special attention to his wedding band, he slipped two fingers inside your mouth. "But that should keep you quiet."

Bradley fucked you so hard and fast while you watched everyone in the pool, you were ready to cum after a few minutes. His fingers had you literally drooling, but his mouth was on your neck, and he was whispering how good you were for him. 

"You gonna cum, Kitten? I can tell you are." His voice was ragged now as he squeezed your breasts through the shirt, stroking your nipples with just enough pressure that he had to add a third finger to your mouth to keep your moaning quiet. And then you came on his cock, legs shaking and back arched, drowning in the pleasure he was giving you. 

"I'm close," he whispered. "You can take it." Then he withdrew his fingers and grabbed your hips with both hands and fucked you even harder. When he came, you bit your lip. There was a couple getting out of the pool, and they glanced around as Bradley finished. He slipped out of you, his warm cum coating your inner thighs as you stood. You kept yourself in front of him as the couple glanced your way briefly, but Bradley was too busy singing your praises next to your ear to notice. 

"I can't believe we did that," you said with a shy smile as you spun to face him. 

Bradley smirked as he tucked himself back into his shorts. "I still want to know what you have planned for the couch."

"Maybe I'll show you tomorrow."

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Bradley woke up the next morning with your naked body wrapped around him and a strip of sunlight streaming in through the sliding glass door. Your diamond ring was sending little bursts of color along the ceiling and the walls as it reflected the light, and the splotches of orange and green and purple danced across your face as you started to move. Your long eyelashes fluttered as you opened your eyes, and your lips curved into a smile just for him.

"I love you, Coach," you whispered, the reflected colors moving down your body before you slid your hand away and leaned up to kiss him. 

He cupped your cheek and whispered, "Mrs. Bradshaw," between kisses. 

It was just a few seconds before you were riding him, putting on a show and letting him touch you all over. Bradley loved the visual of you sliding up and down his cock, getting a little louder with each motion. "You're gorgeous," he groaned, caressing your thighs and hips with his big hands. "I can't believe I have a wife. A fucking MILF at that."

You laughed and leaned down to kiss him, anchoring your hands against his shoulders as you continued to fuck him just right. When you and he were spent, you were draped across him again while he was still buried inside you. "I'm hungry," you whispered, kissing his neck. 

"Room service? I wasn't really planning on sharing you with anyone else until dinner."

You pouted up at him as he played with your paw print charm. "I want to go in the pool."

He nodded. "I'd kind of like to see what our balcony looks like from down there. I swear that couple last night saw us." Your soft moan let him know what he suspected; you found it more sexy than upsetting that someone may have seen part of that. Some knowledge to keep tucked away for next time. "Let's go check out the cafe."

"You're so funny," you told him, easing yourself out of bed and leaving his messy cock resting against his abs. "I. Don't. Have. Any. Clothing."

Bradley laughed as he stood as well. "Put your sexy leopard print bathing suit on, jungle kitten. The pool bar will serve us food."

He watched you pull on your bathing suit as you muttered some unfriendly things about Molly. "At least she gave me flip flops."

"You can always buy something from one of the shops downstairs," Bradley said, lacing his fingers with yours and coaxing you down to the lobby. 

But what started as a search for a dress or a cute outfit for you quickly turned into something for Bradley and Everett. 

"Check it out!" he said, holding up a child's size baseball jersey that said Palm Springs Vintage League. "They have some for adults, too."

You flipped over the price tag and balked. "Ev doesn't need it for two hundred dollars."

Bradley frowned. "But he and I could match. All three of us could, if you want one too, Kitten."

"He'll outgrow it by next year."

He stood there and just stared at you. He had a son now. Kids outgrew things as they got older. The thought was really unsettling to him as he held up the little jersey, much like the Bradshaw one that you had gifted to him yesterday. It was adorable, and Everett would love it. "I don't even know what size he wears," Bradley muttered, checking the tag for a different reason. 

"He's usually a 7/8," you replied casually. But when Bradley went silent again, you asked, "What's wrong?"

He swallowed hard and said, "I just... don't know that kind of stuff about him. You know? I feel like I know a lot. Like I try to pay attention. I know what he likes and doesn't like. I know that he loves the Phillies and science class and pancakes and swimming. I know that he doesn't have any allergies, because it was on his fact sheet for tee ball." You wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed her sternum though his shirt. "But, Kitten... I didn't know what size he wears. And I don't know his blood type or anything like that. What if something happens to him when he's with me? What if there's something important I should know and I fuck it up?"

"His blood type is A negative," you said, squeezing him a little tighter as he gripped the hanger in his hand. "And you're not going to fuck anything up, Bradley."

"I accidentally taught him a bad word last week. And I accidentally kind of told him what a sugar daddy does."

You burst into laughter against his chest, shaking in his arms as you tried to calm down. "Okay, but that's not the end of the world. And honestly, both of those are pretty funny now when I think about them. But you care about Ev so much. You went and got him from Danny's house when I called you."

He kissed your forehead. "Don't talk about Danny," he growled. "Hate him."

"See? You're nothing like him at all! You think Danny knew Everett's blood type? Or what size he wore? The difference is, Danny didn't care to know those things at all. You do. And you'll catch on to more now that you live with us."

Bradley nodded and took a deep breath. And when he left the shop holding your hand after purchasing three of the jerseys, you didn't complain about the price at all. 

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After you ate brunch on an oversized lounge chair next to the mid century modern pool with Bradley, you fell asleep while he watched the Padres recap on his phone. Your body was sore from last night, but he kept his arm wrapped around you, stroking your skin softly with his fingertips. 

As you dozed on and off, you muttered to Bradley, "Will you text Molly or Bob and check on Ev? And see how Ev's future cousin is doing?"

"Already did about an hour ago," he replied, taking your hand and kissing your fingers. "All good. Ev and Bob went on a hike. And apparently Molly ate some vegetables for the baby but washed them down with gummy bears."

"That sounds right," you murmured, yawning and stretching. "You wore me out, Coach."

Bradley looked at you from under the bill of his cap. "I thought you promised me that your pussy was on my dinner menu."

The waiter who was walking by snickered, and you tried to hide your face. "Bradley," you groaned. 

"Well, is it on my dinner menu or not, Kitten? I'm starving for it."

"You're insatiable."

"It's our honeymoon. But I'm going to take you on a longer trip just the two of us. Because as much as I love Ev and want to know everything about him, I love you, too. And I love my dinner menu."

You ended up jumping in the pool to get him to stop, but he came splashing in right behind you. When he swam over to you, he grabbed you and you clung into him. "Remember the tee ball pool party?" you asked as he swiped his hair back from his forehead.

"Remember it? Kitten, that was our first kiss."

You bit your lip and pressed the tip of your nose to his. "Got a little spicy in the clubhouse kitchen."

"Bob caught us," he said with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your waist and carrying you over to the side of the pool. "He knew I was head over heels."

"I was so embarrassed!"

"And just think, pretty soon he'll probably be your brother-in-law. Uncle Bob."

You smothered his face in kisses and said, "I love my family."

And you really meant it, even as you were squeezing into the stretchy bodycon dress Molly had packed so you could go to dinner. It didn't look as good on you as it did on her, but it honestly wasn't terrible. 

"Holy shit," Bradley grunted. "Molly needs to let you borrow that indefinitely."

You rolled your eyes. "She's going to want it back. I'm sure Bob-"

"Do not finish that sentence!" he practically shouted. "I want to enjoy the erection I'm going to have later, okay?"

You started laughing as you covered your mouth with your hand. "Let me finish my makeup, and then we can go." You touched up your mascara and your lipstick. Okay, now you did look pretty hot. Tight red dress. Red lips. Dark eye makeup. 

"Ready?" you asked, strolling out of the bathroom and slipping your feet into your black heels. Your eyes settled on a wrapped box that was placed on the foot of the bed. "What's that?"

Bradley's smirk made your heart race. "Just a little something I got for you. For us."

You pressed your lips together. "Am I allowed to open it now?"

But he shook his head. "It's strictly for after dinner, Kitten."

Your mind was racing. Maybe he got you some kind of new lingerie? Or a toy? You thought of so many sexy things as he led you downstairs to the restaurant with his hand on your butt. 

When you looked up at him through your lashes, he whispered, "You look perfect." The thing was, you felt perfect. You had never felt a fraction of this love and excitement with Danny. You never felt starved for attention now, and neither did Everett. You felt adored and listened to and understood. It made you want to do something crazy like drop to your knees and give him a blowjob in the elevator. 

You managed to hold it together as you did have to ride down to the wine cellar restaurant with an elderly couple. But just barely. You let your knuckles graze Bradley's cock through his pants with intent. And he grunted in response, his pupils blown wide. 

"Just wait, Kitten." His voice sounded threatening, and you had to squeeze your thighs together. And that feeling didn't improve as you and he sat side by side with glasses of merlot and an enormous steak that you shared along with countless sides and crusty bread that made your mouth water. 

"I love it here," you told him before he fed you some steak from his fork. "This  is my favorite dinner. And the wine is incredible."

He kissed your cheek and let his lips and mustache trail back closer to your ear. "Get as tipsy as you want, Baby. But don't get drunk. I'm going to need your consent for what's in that little box on the bed, okay?"

A shiver ran through your body as you turned to face him. He had his hand on your thigh, tucked up underneath the tiny dress, and his mustache felt rough against the shell of your ear. 

"Okay," you agreed. But after another glass of wine, you could barely keep your lips off of him in the dimly lit restaurant. You were honestly so ready to go back to the room when he held up a dessert menu.

"What would you like?" he asked, stroking your leg. "I'll be having your pussy for dessert, but why don't you pick out something sweet to take back up to the room?"

You couldn't remember what you ordered, but it must have been cheesecake. You were holding the to-go container and rubbing yourself all over Bradley in the elevator twenty minutes later. He had lipstick on his shirt collar, and the top few buttons were undone. He was flushed a pretty shade of pink, and you arrived back at your floor just as your hand went to the button on his pants. 

The wine went to your head, but you weren't quite drunk. But it was hard to walk in your heels now, so Bradley carried you as you held your cheesecake. "Are you gonna fuck me, Coach?" you asked when he reached the door and unlocked it with one hand. 

He kissed you and set you down as the door closed behind you. "I want to, Kitten. But first, I'm going to get changed, and then you can open that box, okay?"

You nodded and watched him undress before pulling on just a pair of gray sweatpants. "Why are you putting clothes back on?" you whined stomping one high heel on the floor. 

He chuckled and shrugged. "It's gonna be a minute before we get down to it. And I don't want to distract you, Baby. Now come here." He pulled you closer by your hips before letting his hands slide down to the bottom of the dress. Slowly, he pulled the fabric up your body and over your head. You moaned, completely bare for him. "Fucking gorgeous," he whispered, running his fingers down the valley between your breasts. 

When you tried to kick your heels off, you whined his name, "Bradley, please. I want to open the box." The gold wrapping paper looked so enticing. 

"In a minute," he promised, kissing your shoulder. "How do you feel about keeping the high heels on?"

You looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "I'll keep them on for you."

"They'll match perfectly," he crooned, sucking gently on your neck. "With these." He reached for the box and handed it to you, his cheeks still flushed with pink. 

But now your husband looked a little apprehensive as you tore into the gold paper and gently removed the top of the box. You gasped, gaping up at him before looking back down at the pretty burgundy velvet with gold accents. "You want me to...wear these?" you asked him in barely a whisper.

He ran his hands slowly up and down your sides. "Yes. The collar has your name on it."

You set the box on the bed and pulled out the matching collar and leash. There was a charm dangling off the collar. Mrs. Bradshaw. 

"But only if you want to, Kitten," Bradley reassured you in his sweet voice. 

You let the warm velvet and the cool metal meet your hands for a few seconds. They were pretty. You liked them. You liked the idea of wearing them. When you looked up at him, you held your hands out. "Put them on me?"

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Bradley was actually living in his wildest fantasy at the moment. He was married. To you. He had a home and a family. And he was very gently tightening a collar around your neck while he placed soft kisses to your bare shoulder. 

"Fuck," he groaned, pulling away to get a good look. You were nibbling nervously on your lip, your hand coming up to feel the charm. The tag. You were tagged with his name. His cock was so hard in his sweatpants, he thought he might cum right now. And he hadn't even finished clasping the leash to your pretty collar yet.

Both were a deep red velvet, so satisfying looking against his skin. And once the leash was hooked on, he was throbbing.

"How do I look, Coach?"

"Mmm, you look like my sexy Kitten. Will you let me take some pictures of this? Maybe a little video? Use it to get me through my next deployment."

"Of course," you said, rubbing yourself against him as he held his camera up and took a few photos. 

"God damn," he groaned. "You look incredible, Baby." Then you took the end of the leash and put it in his hand. 

"Don't be too rough," you whispered, kissing the corner of his lips. 

"Never, Kitten," he promised, backing up toward the couch. As soon as you felt the tug, you followed him, your high heels clicking across the marble floor tiles. He loved the sound of it. He loved the look of you. And when he sank down onto the couch, he took a few more photos before tossing his phone aside. "Come on up here," he whispered, rubbing his thigh. "I know you like this."

You were practically purring as you straddled his thigh and eased yourself down so your perfect pussy was resting on his sweatpants. Bradley shortened the leash and yanked softly until your tits bounced and you slid higher on his leg. And then you started to grind, and Bradley kissed along your collar as he kept the leash taut. 

"I knew your pussy would be on the menu."

When you let our head tip back, he pulled a little harder on the leash so you were whining as he cupped your ass. "This is exactly what I wanted to do on the couch."

"God, Kitten. You're a dream come true."

He let you lean forward to kiss his lips and play with the hair at the back of his neck. You tasted like wine. Your nipples were hard. Your pussy was soaking his pants. Intoxicating. 

Then you whispered, "I'm your pet," before you delicately licked his mustache. 

"Jesus Christ," he grunted as you licked his cheek and his ear like a cat. You were the hottest thing he'd ever witnessed, and you were riding his thigh. "Lick my cock," he commanded, tugging on your leash until you were forced down between his legs. 

You looked up at him and then started to lick at the wet spot you left on his pants, and Bradley was helpless to force you to stop. Your tits were bouncing as you licked up your silky wetness before reaching for the elastic band and pulling his pants down. You pulled his sweatpants clean off of him and wrapped both hands around his aching cock. His tip was so red, it looked purple. 

When Bradley yanked on the leash, you licked the underside of his tip and looked up at him. Every little kitten lick sent a jolt of pleasure through him. He was panting your name as sweat broke out on his face and chest. "You're the hottest thing I've ever seen, Baby." Truly, the sight before him was almost too much. He reached for his phone again and started recording a video. 

You looked at the camera, licking him with short strokes of your tongue and smiling a little sheepishly. "Tell me, who's big cock are you licking, Kitten?" 

Then you whimpered and said, "My husband's."

"A little louder, Baby," he said, snapping the leash, making you whine. 

"My husband's big cock!"

"God, I love you." Now you were taking him between your lips and sucking on him. He let you go for a few minutes, enjoying the sight of that little gold charm hitting your perfect skin as you bobbed and gagged. But he knew what else he wanted to do as he set his phone down again.

When he yanked on your leash, you responded instantly, releasing him from your mouth with a little pop. "Go climb up on the bed, Kitten." He let the leash out a bit so you could stand, and then he stood and pulled you toward the bed. "You like this, don't you?"

"I love it," you replied with a grin before you crawled up onto the bed on your hands and knees. You knew what to do. You presented him with your ass and pussy. You were his pet right now. His very well behaved pet. His cock was still wet from your saliva, and when he pushed himself inside you, he yanked that leash back. 

"Bradley!" you screeched, barely able to keep your hands on the bedding with how he was making your back arch. 

"You can do it, Baby. I know you can." As he stood there and fucked you, he watched you spread your legs a little wider. Your back arched beautifully. Your fingertips scraped for purchase on the bedding. "That's it."

Bradley fucked you so hard as he pulled on the leash, you couldn't even talk. But you were grinding back into him as you made little sounds. He was addicted to this. He let his free hand come up to rest on your lower back before easing it down along your ass. So close. He was so close. Your pussy was gripping him, and it was the most beautiful sight. He could watch this all night long. But he was going to cum. 

He let go of the leash, grabbing at both hips as he started to slow his thrusts down. "Fuck!" he barked leaning down to kiss along your collar. And he filled you up, rubbing his hands along that pretty ass before watching his cum drip out of your pussy and onto the bedding. 

You rolled onto your back and reached for him, that Mrs. Bradshaw charm shining in the lamplight. When you made no more to unclip the least or take off the collar, Bradley crawled onto the bed next to you. "I love you," he whispered, gathering you against him with so many kisses, feeling your high heel graze his calf.

"We'll do that again, right?" you asked, raking your fingers through his hair. 

"Whenever you want it," he promised. "I'd give you anything. You must know that."

You closed your eyes and smiled. "Feed me the cheesecake."

A minute later, Bradley was sitting back against the headboard with your back pressed to his chest. He had his arms wrapped around you, holding the fork and the container, and you were taking bites and moaning softly. You were still wearing your collar. 

"I can't believe we have to go home tomorrow." You opened your mouth for more of your dessert. 

"I miss Ev," he whispered, earning a kiss to his chin. "And I can't have him riding around in Bob's truck too much, or he might start to like it better than the Bronco."

"Never," you gasped, and Bradley fed you the last bite. Then you yawned, and he helped you get ready for bed. "You wore me out again, Coach."

"We're just getting started."

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Late the next morning, after a very leisurely room service breakfast and sex in the shower, you and Bradley were on the road back to San Diego. Your body was so sore, and you were wearing Bradley's gray sweatpants and one of his undershirts. Molly really was the best sister in the world for only packing you the necessities. 

You had your hand resting on Bradley's on the seat between you while you sipped some coffee. The radio was playing an oldies station, and Bradley knew all the words. The desert was giving way to some suburbs and you thought you should text Molly and Bob and let them know you'd be there soon. 

When Bradley flipped his hand over and tightened his grip on yours, you turned to him with an expectant look. His voice was deep and steady as he said, "So what's the plan? How soon can I adopt Ev?"

Your heart was so full that now it was overflowing. "I'll call my lawyer tomorrow." 

"First thing tomorrow," he replied with a smile. "Thanks for sharing your son with me."

You wanted to thank Bradley for loving Everett, but as tears stung your eyes, you just couldn't. Because this was just simply what you and Ev should have had all along. Now you were both getting top tier adoration, but you deserved nothing less. 

"Yeah," you whispered, leaning across the seat to kiss his cheek while he drove. "I'll call first thing in the morning."

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Just sitting here thinking about Coach Bradley wearing a collar and leash of his very own. Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32

PART 31

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[dom1re]

Introducing my MC

Thank you @lamieboo for the wonderful prompts! I'm taking advantage of #MCtober to finally make an introduction post. This little guy deserves a proper character sheet but alas I just don't got the time this week 😔😔 Someday!! For now plz enjoy some Sunan facts 👇

He was born in Nov of 1874 in a wizards' quarter near Whitehall. He was the only child and grew up pretty close to both his parents. That was, until he was sent to a Muggle boarding school at 13. He kept in touch with his father, but his mother not so much.

His middle name is Ernest. He never thought it suited him.

While at the boarding school he dyed his hair brown to fit in. Reverted it as soon as he returned to the Wizarding World at 15. He still does sometimes when he needs to evade the Rookwood Gang, but hates it. Reminds him of his time as a squib.

The gray hair runs in the father's side of the family. The asymmetrical dimple is from his mother.

Has a small golden pocket watch with him at all times. He fidgets with it when he's bored or anxious. It was a gift from his mother. He won't admit it but it's one of his most prized possessions.

Another one is his broom. He fell in love with broom-flying the moment he took laps around the castle with Everett. When he's not working on homeworks with Sebastian and Ominis he can be found on his broom trying new techniques, or playing two-a-side Quidditch with Everett, Nellie, and Natty. Secretly enjoys watching them bicker over rules and fouls.

He's active and always hungry. Often carries sandwiches or fruits with him. He will eat anything except slimy foods (and durian). Why is jellied eels a thing anyways?

Has a bossy little owl named Oliang, or Oli for short. The brown hawk owl was his father's gift upon his start at Hogwarts. She will ignore you if you don't have treats. She will peck you if you have them but don't give. She can always tell.

He doesn't know his Patronus yet. Perhaps he'll find out soon.

He's not as mature as he thinks. He believes he's done all the growing up after narrowly avoiding death many times during his first year at Hogwarts. But really he's still got a long way to go.

(feel free to check out my fic and learn more about Sunan 😌)

[dwellordream]

Books Recs of 2024

The Tainted Cup by Robert Jackson Bennett. Mystery/fantasy centered around Din, a young assistant investigator assigned to help an eccentric and infamous detective, Ana Dolabra, solve a series of murders. Din is an engraver, his brain altered so he has a photographic memory. However, no one is quite sure how he got his current position, since he failed every single one of his final exams except the combat portion. Ana is an exceedingly odd woman who refuses to go to any crime scene in person and often performs mad science experiments in her spare time. As Din struggles to keep up with the case, which revolves around a bioweapon being unleashed on a series of the empire's best engineers, he also worries what will happen when Ana finally uncovers his secrets.

Highfire by Eoin Colfer. Urban fantasy (very comedic fantasy) about a dragon called Vern (short for Wyvern), who teams up with a juvenile delinquent named Squib (real name Everett Moreau) to take down a corrupt sheriff who is plaguing the Lousiana bayou. Vern is a very small (seven feet long) dragon who is the last of his kind (as far as he knows). When he is spotted by a local troubled teen, his first instinct is to hunt Squib down and kill him, but he quickly realizes the two of them have a common enemy- the murderous sheriff who is running drugs through their territory.

The Last Tale of the Flower Bride by Roshani Chokshi. Magical realism about a romantic-minded art historian who is swept off his feet by a mysterious and charming heiress. After a whirlwind courtship, the happy couple return to her childhood home; a Gothic manor on a lonely island. The more time our narrator spends around his wife's past, the more questions are raised- increasingly sinister ones about who she is and what exactly she is capable of. Once upon a time, she was best friends with an equally odd and dreamy little girl named Indigo. But no one has seen Indigo for many years now- and the Flower Bride may be behind her disappearance.

Chlorine by Jade Song. Horror/magical realism. Since childhood, Ren's entire identity has been wrapped up in swimming. If she can be strong enough, fast enough, special enough, success is sure to come her way. As the end of high school approaches, Ren's passion for swimming becomes less about her future, and more about past legends of mermaids and sirens dragging sailors into the deep. School, friends, and her parents' expectations all fall away- Ren will make her home in the water, no matter what she has to do.

We Are Not Like Them by Christine Pride & Jo Piazza. Realistic fiction. Jen and Riley have been best friends for as long as they can remember, despite their vastly different childhoods. Riley is from a middle class Black family; Jen was raised by an impoverished white single mother. After twenty years of doing almost everything together, their lives are at a crossroads- Riley is a news anchor about to take Philadelphia by storm, while Jen is expecting her first child with her police officer husband. When Jen's husband is involved in the murder of a Black teenage boy by a fellow officer, Riley finds herself expected to cover the story- and Jen finds herself expected to answer for her husband's actions- and her own beliefs about what racism looks like.

Queenpin by Megan Abbott. Crime thriller/noir. Our nameless heroine lives a mousy existence working as a bookkeeper for a rundown local night club, but her life is turned upside down when the infamous Gloria Denton, a gun moll and smuggler, takes her under her wing. Gloria transforms her young protege from a timid girl to a sophisticated, cunning woman capable of handling gangsters, conmen, thieves, and bookies, but when she falls for the wrong man, her relationship with Gloria is strained, and they must decide just how far they can trust one another.

Everyone Knows Your Mother is a Witch by Rivka Galchen. Historical fiction. Based on the real life trial of Katharina Kepler, mother of the famed Johannes Kepler, Imperial Mathematician to the Holy Roman Empire. Katharina is a busybody, a domineering and devilishly clever woman with a particular talent for healing. She is also a fiercely loyal mother to her adult children, but when an old neighborhood grudge flares into accusations of poison and witchcraft, Katharina is determined not to meekly confess and beg pardon. The more she lashes out at her neighbors and the authorities, the more charges begin to pile up against her- despite her son's desperate attempts to save her from torture and execution.

Bury Me Deep by Megan Abbott. Crime thriller/noir. Based on a real life murder case in 1931 Phoenix Arizona. Naive and sheltered Marion Seeley is deposited in Phoenix by her disgraced doctor husband, who is forced to take a job with a mining company in South America after his medical license is revoked. Marion befriends the vivacious Louise and Ginny, two fellow nurses, who introduce her to the underground party scene in Phoenix. Politicians and businessmen flock to the secret parties held by them, and it's a quick way to make money on the side. Drawn in by the luxury and thrills, Marion falls in love with Joe Lanigan, a powerful local politician, but as their affair intensifies, her friendship with the other women fractures, culminating in a gruesome crime.

[eggmizel]

i am not fucking processing todays episode so here's a TMK idea I had earlier: Middle school au. They're Like That cause they're fucking 14.

Lucia's autistic and doesn't really have any friends and is convinced everyone hates her

Jin is on the football team, Trey is on the soccer(?) team because they be on the same team without getting distracted and fighting (they're in the same martial arts class outside of school to get some energy out)

Everett is this broody little shit who will fucking bite you, he keeps getting called into the office cause he draws his sonic oc killing people

They meet in some sort of anime club

[fanartandfanfiction]

Hogwarts Legacy modern AU

I was thinking about the school dances I went to, then how each character would act. Idk what kind of dances you all had, but ours were WILD. Basically raves with formal wear.

Ominis: Only there because MC begged him. The music is too loud and it makes him anxious to be in such a packed place, but he’ll begrudgingly accept when MC asks him to dance.

Sebastian: He’s in the middle of the dance floor. He’s a ball of pure energy and will ditch his shoes, coat, and tie as the night progresses.

Garreth: The goofy dancer. Will probably try to spike the punch, but then he’s out there doing the robot, the lawnmower….

Leander: Desperately wants to ask MC to dance but is terrified of looking foolish. Stays mostly on the sidelines.

Poppy: Dancing with her friends and having fun, not usually her scene, but she’s ready to cut loose.

Imelda: Doesn’t really have any interest in dancing, but MC will eventually talk her into a few.

Amit: A shockingly good dancer. No one expected it, no one expected him to even come, but now the crowd is cheering his name.

Everett: That one guy who tries (and fails) to do the worm.

BONUS:

Sharp: If he has to pry one more couple apart, he’s quitting his job and moving to another country. Only surviving the night with the flask of fire whiskey in his pocket, which Garreth will attempt to steal.

Fig: Godrick’s heart, what are those kids doing?! Is that dancing? Is that what dancing is these days? He’s seen things he can’t unsee now, including Garreth attempting to twerk on MC.

[biteofcherry]

Happy Wetnessday 💦

I hope you're doing well!

This wetnessday you're walking home late from a work event. You're tired and just want to shower and go to bed so you decide to take the shortcut through the park. There's a little wooden bit that you usually enjoy but tonight it's weird and creepy. You try to rush through but are grabbed by strong arms and pulled behind the tree line.

Who is snatching you away and what are his intentions?

Werewolf Bucky

Vampire Curtis

Ghost Jake

xoxo Wetnessday anon 💦

Hi Wetnessday Anon ☺️❤️ I'm good. Hope your week is treating you well!

I adore Jake, but honestly ghosts don't really do it for me, so I hope he gets conjured by some sweetheart and spends lovely nights haunting them 😆

Now I'm known for wanting that werewolf dick and knot, and I definitely love Bucky, buuuut...

I felt this thrill thinking about lethal predator Curtis, strolling in the darkness as if he owns it, feeling his growing hunger for you 🫠

He's one of those mysterious men who you sometimes glimpse when out with your friends. He draws attention. There's not only power to him, but dark sort of temptation.

He's like a bad boy you had a crush on in high school, but leveled up.

His dark wool coat is undoubtedly expensive. It has to be, because average middle class men don't have their own private table reserved at all times at the most popular restaurant.

Curtis Everett has.

You stopped working as a waitress many years ago, but when your younger cousin asked if you could cover for her that one evening (or else she'd lose the job), you agreed. You were free that evening and your cousin needed the job and the money.

That's how you saw him for the first time. Him and two other men have come into the restaurant late in the evening, aiming straight for that table which you were informed was always reserved for him. Every evening. All year. And most of the time it stood empty.

Curtis and his companions weren't friendly customers, but they were polite and ordered simple. Steak, rare. Bottle of wine. No dessert.

You felt nervousness creep under your skin when you took their orders. Curtis' eerily blue eyes studied you so intently, as if he wanted to see every tiny vessel pumping in your body.

Each time you passed their table his attention would switch to you.

You weren't aware of it, but his gaze was still on you when you went back home after the restaurant closed.

He was given all the information he wanted, no one dared to withhold anything from him. If they tried, he'd hypnotise them.

He didn't want to hypnotise you. He wanted all your reactions to be natural. To feel that spike of fear, taste the saltiness of your tears before he tasted the sweetness of your blood.

To feel your resistance melting away as he sheathed his cock in your tightness and marked your neck with his bite.

[legacyshenanigans]

Back stories and information for the other lads HC 💚

Really wanted to do this, don't know why 😊

Garreth Weasley:

Parents' names: Genevieve and Patrick Weasley.

Siblings: 3 older sisters, Victoria, Erin & Rihannon.

Blood Status: Pureblood

Life in general: Garreth is a farm boy. He's always lived in the country side, and his family are very modest and humble folk, living out in the middle of nowhere, and like most wizards and witches living in the wizarding world Garreth was homeschooled until Hogwarts and didn't really spend alot of time around other kids. He had his older sisters, and Rhiannon in particular whos only 15 months older than him enjoyed the same things as him, they would spend their time in the garden making mud pies and "potions" out of whatever they could find.

Leander Prewett:

Parents names: Leanna and Andrew Prewett.

Siblings: Younger brother, Oliver.

Blood status: Pureblood.

Life in General: Leander is another country side boy, but grew up alot more privileged than Garreth, his parents had good money, and sent him to a muggle private school until Hogwarts which he didn't really enjoy because it meant he couldn't do magic on the regular, but whenever he came home he'd do nothing BUT magic, Leander and his brother were very spoilt children, and were always in competition for their parents affection and validation.

Amit Thakkar:

Parents names: Sarika and Madhav Thakkar

Siblings: Only child.

Blood status: Muggle born

Life in general: Amit was born in India, where he spent most of his younger childhood, at the age of 8 he started showing signs of magical ability, which he kept secret from his parents in worry that they would disown him, at the age of 9 he finally found the courage to tell them, and they were thrilled! Which surprised him, they moved to Britain when Amit was 10, and he started at Hogwarts the following year.

Everett Clopton:

Parents names: Jacqueline and Borris Clopton.

Siblings: Younger sister, Beatrice.

Blood status: Half blood

Life in general: Everett grew up in the muggle world and went to muggle school until he was 11. His magic was always evident though, and his mother (a witch) would often teach him things she knew when he was growing up. His muggle father didn't mind the whole "magic thing" but tired to keep out of that side of things, his younger sister has no magic abilities, and would often argue with Everett whenever he pulled magic pranks on her.

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Eighteen: Introductions Made

Summary- 3.9k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. You and Claude might be playing matchmaker. When they do take an interest, Curtis suddenly finds himself with more time on his hands.

Warnings- Phone sex and discussing the use of toys.

A/N- As always, Thank you all so much for reading and sharing this little series. I appreciate whenever I get to hear what anyone is thinking about these two and how they navigate a building relationship. Thank you @what-is-your-plan-today for taking the time to beta this project for me. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

Chapter Seventeen / Masterlist

You pondered at Curtis’s kitchen table, papers scattered all around, your reading glasses half slid down your nose as you leaned over with a pen poised in your hand, glancing over essays. Or that is what you were supposed to be doing. But, you had something more important distracting you. 

Claude happened to bring up the newest addition to the middle school team, Yona. In particular how sweet, smart, funny, and kind the soft-spoken teacher’s aide was and how she thought that there was someone you both knew who would probably really like getting to know her- Edgar. 

Things between you and Edgar had changed, immensely after that Halloween party, for the better. You two had gotten to actually know one another now that you were a frequent member at Paulie’s for game nights. Yes, he could be hot-headed and run his mouth too far as he proved at your party. But, he also grew a pair and came out to apologize with sincerity, that you were sure of. Now the man would give you the shirt off his back if he thought you needed it. He also proved himself to be funny and caring, a bit shy whenever complimented. You were rather fond of the man now. 

Yona was much more of an observer and tended to be more cautious with things. Claude thought this would be a moment where perhaps opposites attract. Now that Claude put that thought in your head, it wouldn’t stop rolling around up there. 

“How’re the papers going?�� Curtis questioned from behind you, startling you a moment to glance over your shoulder to see him coming in from the garage. His hands were covered in what looked like car oil. “Can you get the sink for me so I don’t touch anything?”

“Slow… slower than I like.” You answered his question as you went to turn on the hot water and go under the sink to find the special mechanics degreaser soap. 

“What are the papers about this time?” He had you pump several squirts of the soap in his hands before he started to scrub at them. 

“The winter ecosystem and hibernation of local wildlife.” You went back to the table to sit back down. “Simple enough, but… I need your thoughts on an entirely different matter.” 

“Shoot.” Curtis scrubbed at his nails with a brush before he was satisfied that they were clean once more. Cleaning up around the sink, he turned to dry his hands on a hand towel. 

“Edgar ever have any serious girlfriends?” 

“Edgar? Um- not for a hell of a long time.” Curtis pondered, trying to remember his last serious girlfriend. “At least for a couple years. He was with one girl, but she moved away. He has had dates, but never anyone he was serious about. Why?” 

“Well, there is this woman who started just before Christmas named Yona. She just moved here, really sweet and kind woman. I was gonna mention to Claude about maybe inviting her to Paulie’s, and see if she wants to join in on one of our game nights.” 

Curtis listened closely while settling in the chair across from you. “If you think she would like to hang with us Honey, invite her. I know Edgar showed his ass back at Halloween, but if you trust him, he would probably love to meet Yona. I know he misses having someone, you know?” 

“I picked up on that.” You plucked your pen back up to start working on the papers once more, only having a couple more to go. “He did say he was jealous of you before.” 

“Well…” Curtis moved to a stand, sliding his hand under your chin to tilt your head back to look up at him. “I would be jealous too if I let you get away from me.” 

You rolled your eyes at him playfully, but couldn't hold back the way it made you grin all proud as he dropped a kiss to you. “Good thing you saw me first?” 

“Remind me to thank Gilliam for that. You almost done?” 

“Just a couple more, I just gotta focus.” You blinked up at him. 

“Okay, let’s go out to dinner tonight when you’re done.” Another nipping kiss had you pushing your hand lightly against his chest. 

“You gotta let me finish then, stop being a distraction, Curtis.” He caught one more protesting kiss before backing up with his hands in the air in surrender. 

“Fine, fine. Come find me when you are ready.” He grinned while retreating into the living room, you waited a few seconds before leaning forward in your chair, looking around the corner to see him grabbing a book and settling in the recliner he preferred to read in while waiting for you.

“I promise you will have a good time,” Claude assured Yona while you went up the stairs to Paulie’s and held open the door. You two had managed to coax Yona to come to game night to meet the guys. It took a little convincing but she relented when you and Claude both offered up rounds of beers. Somehow the guys made out on this deal too. 

Yona followed you up the stairs and stepped inside, glancing around. “Looks like a grungy sports bar with cold beers and greasy food.” You nodded since she basically nailed Paulie’s on the head. “I already love it.” 

“Did Y/N tell you about her first trip here?” Claude smirked as she stepped in behind Yona and you let the door shut behind you. 

“Met your boyfriend here, didn’t you?” Yona inquired and you shrugged. 

“Actually I met him on a school trip, but we did run into each other again here and had a fun night. “ You glanced around, looking for Curtis, Edgar or Gray. “According to Curtis it was our first date, but I say it wasn't.”

“Why not? “ 

“Because he never asked me out that time. We ran into each other.” 

“Fucking fate is what it was.” Claude leaned against the bar. “Paulie, where are the guys?” 

“Out in the back room.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “They already have drinks back there waiting. Maybe. They already came out once for refills.” 

You led them around the bar and disappeared through the kitchen and into the back store room that Paulie set up for you guys to practice throwing axes You could hear the three of them debating near the large bullseye.

“Yeah, it veers to the left because you are not throwing straight Curtis.” Edgar stated while studying the implanted hatchet. 

“I bumped my shoulder the other night.” He admitted, his hand lifting to rub at his shoulder. “Must still be sore.” 

You hid a grin, knowing full well why he bumped his shoulder. The two of you tumbled out of bed right in the middle of making out and Curtis had managed to wedge himself between you and the floor before you both landed. You felt awful at the moment as he hissed in pain, scrambling off to sit next to him, half-undressed while he laughed hard, assuring you that he was okay. 

You certainly didn’t see anything funny about what just happened, worried that you had really hurt him but he pulled you back to him, kissing and pulling you against him till you were lost in the haze that being with him brought. “Get your ass back up on the bed Honey, we weren’t finished.” You never got off the floor so fast in your life. Curtis right behind you, rolling the two of you back together, making you laugh at his enthusiasm.

Next morning, he was lame. 

“Well now I know how I can win against you.” Grey joked. “Gotta maim you.” 

“Fuck off Grey, you been ahead in points since Christmas.” Curtis flipped him off while you three entered the room, breaking up the debate as all three of them saw your small group coming in. 

“Hey guys…” You paused to sling your arm encouraging around your friend. “This is Yona, Claude and I work with her.” 

“Hi, Yona.” They rang out in unison, making the woman next to you laugh with her own greeting back. 

“This is Grey.” Claude pointed him out. “Curtis is that tall brute next to him.” Then she sauntered over to Edgar, taking his hand, not being too subtle at all as she pulled the man forward. “And this is Edgar.” 

Edgar blushed wildly, making him look cute and boyish at that moment. “It’s nice to meet you Yona.” His hand slipped into hers when she offered it, giving a shake. His hand swallowed hers but just watching them, you had a feeling that Yona had the upper hand. 

“You too Edgar, what were you guys doing?” 

“Throwing hatchets, do you want to try?” Edgar perked up, Curtis wrapped his arms around you, invested as well in the interaction. 

“Absolutely.” Yona set her purse down on the table and wriggled out of her winter coat. You watched as Edgar set about finding her some hatchets. Curtis tugged on your jacket, encouraging you to slip it off and settle in for game night. 

“I like her.” He admitted, still listening to her and Edgar talk while they both took up spots to throw with hatchets in hand. 

“I knew you would.” You said softly back while turning to face him, eyeing his shoulder. “Is it still really sore?” 

“Nah, just stiff.” He rolled his shoulders, wincing a bit. “Okay, A little bit. You gonna kiss and make it better?” A wriggle of his eyebrows disappeared under his black beanie. He looked so hopeful at that moment, you had to give him a little something to ponder. 

“Will do more than kiss it better.” Giving a wink, you took his hand in yours and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “But not till later, we have all night.” You tugged him closer to the throwing line so you could watch Yona’s and Edgar's throws, Curtis groaning behind you. 

“Later? Honey you want me to hold out that long?” 

“Hold out for what?” Claude piped up, her eyes teasing at Curtis while you let Curtis engulf you, his arms draped around you and his chest pressing against your back, his groin pressing half-hard against you. 

“Exactly what you think.” Curtis retorted while Claude cackled, you scoffed and looked up at him. 

“Behave.” 

“Make me.” His grin was wickedly teasing, you let yourself lean back into him while Edgar lined up his shot and swung his arm to send the hatchet spinning in a blur but it planted into the bullseye very close to its intended target. “Damn, keep going and you are gonna be hitting those dead center.” Curtis complimented and you gave a small squeeze to his hand in a thank you. You knew Curtis didn’t give them out to Edgar, not often since Halloween and you hated the rift between the two of them, even though Edgar had been wildly out of line that night. 

Edgar shrugged, trying to brush it off while Grey and Claude added their own input, but you saw the little secret smile he hid when he ducked his head, stepping aside for Yona to throw. Yona approached with some apprehension. Everyone started to yell encouraging, but Edgar motioned for you all to pipe it down. You muffled yourself in Curtis’s arm, still watching as she made her throw. 

And it landed so close to Edgar’s, even though it did bounce off, that you and Claude cheered. Grey and Curtis exchanged glances, grinning at one another. “Let her throw again,” Curtis mentioned. “And give her one of those sharper ones.” 

“Yeah!” Edgar went to grab another, this one gleaming with a fresh blade as he carefully handed it over. “Throw it again, Yona.” 

“Why did you give me a dull one before?” she quizzed him and Edgar shrugged. 

“It was the first one I grabbed that looked like would be a good fit for you.” Edgar tried explaining hurriedly to defend himself, you saw the flash of nerves across his face that he might have screwed up. Yona giggled and bumped her shoulder against him, breaking the seconds of tension. 

“I’m just teasing.” She whirled up to send that one flying. It was closer to the bullseye and stayed in the board this time. 

You all gasped in surprise and Edgar rushed right over to check it, wrenching the hatchet out while placing a marker in the spot. “You are good at this.” 

She shrugged, this time she came off as a bit shy. “Ah, well I did archery every summer at my family’s camp.” She collected the hatchet in Edgar’s hand and swooped down to pick up the first one that dropped. “I have really good aim.” 

Curtis, who was still behind you, watching the interaction dropped his mouth to your ear, whispering softly. “Oh yeah, I really like this friend. Edgar does too.” Your eyes flickered to Claude who was whispering excitedly to Grey, the man nodding in agreement with what she was saying. 

In the following weeks, Edgar and Yona started to see one another outside of the group. Curtis certainly noticed a change in his friend. He stopped being sullen about things, more enthusiastic and exuberant at work. Although whenever Grey or Curtis mentioned getting together at Paulie’s, Edgar had an excuse for why he couldn’t go out. 

That made Curtis home more often as Grey was also going out with Claude when he wasn’t spending his evenings with Sophia. You as well were busy with after-school programs involved in coaching students who were struggling with their studies. It turned into late nights in his garage working on the Camaro till he wandered up to his bedroom to shower, read and share a few messages with you before bed. 

You offered to come over afterward, but Curtis knew how busy and tired you were. Not to mention the fact your apartment was a lot closer to the school. As a compromise, you always made sure to call him while you were getting ready for bed. 

“I have our flight booked for Florida.” He could hear you shifting the blankets around and the creak of your bed as you got in. He also heard the unsaid questioning part in your statement. 

“I’m ready for some sunshine, sand, and sex with my girl.” He teased as he flopped on his bed, having taken a shower earlier and set the heater for the night, he was just wandering his bedroom in his boxers now, ready to crash after you said goodnight to him. You laughed at his statement, relieved sounding. 

“Sunshine, sand and sex actually sounds really good.” You gave a little moan in the phone, more rustling of your beading, and Curtis could hear the soft hitch of your breath. 

“You tired tonight Honey?” 

“No…” 

“But I hear it in your voice, what is it you are wanting?” Curtis questioned, his legs stretching out as he leaned against the headboard, waiting for your answer. 

“I miss you.” You said hesitantly. “I feel like we haven't seen each other in forever now. I’m sorry, I know it is because of my stuff at the school we haven't.” 

“I miss you too, Honey. I know we were supposed to meet up with everyone at Paulie’s, but what if we just spent the evening together this weekend?” Curtis knew it was late, and both of you would be up at the crack of dawn, but he had to make the offer. For you, he would make that drive. “What if I came over now Honey?” 

“No.” You said firmly, being the more reasonable to the two of them. “Friday is your early day so you can’t be late and I will just be passing out after talking to you.” 

“You, Pretty Girl, are such a teacher.” Curtis teased. “All responsible. Fine, fine… I could help you go to sleep though.” 

“Well I am, but seriously Curtis, you would just be coming here to cling to the edge of my small bed and not get a good nights sleep.” 

“Your bed isn’t that small.” 

“Smaller then your king size one.” You giggled and almost shyly inquired his other proposal. “How are you going to make me fall asleep?” 

His sweet little Honey, how he wished he was there to see your reaction to what he was offering.

“We have never had phone sex Pretty Girl.” There was that whine of surprise, a bit needy and he assumed it was from him using Pretty Girl.

There was silence, but then a tiny breathy “Oh.” reached him. “No, we haven't done that.” 

“We don’t have to if you are not in the mood.” Curtis offered, giving you an easy out if you were not interested.

“No! Um- I’m very much in the mood Curtis.” Your bed creaked once more as you wriggled around in your covers Curtis guessed from the sounds you were making on the other end. 

“Just relax Y/N, I got you.” Curtis tilted his head back, letting his eyes close so he could picture you laying in your own bed. “What are you wearing Honey?” 

“Um, well I am wearing your Highway To Hell tee.” That made Curtis smile, knowing you were wrapped up in his clothing. 

“I left it there for you to use Pretty Girl. Where do you want to touch yourself first, close your eyes and picture it, talk to me.” He was patient, not pushing you further. But he could picture you trying to work through your thoughts, the way your expression would go from unsure to exited at the challenge. 

“My thighs, sliding my hands along the tops of them.” 

“You do have beautiful thighs.” Curtis started, his free hand rubbing down his bare chest and belly to rest above the bend of his boxers. “I love feeling how soft they are as they wrap around me and squeeze.” Your breath hitched at his words, he swore he heard a touch of a whine in your voice. 

“Then to my inner thighs, my hands are not as good as yours though. Or your beard.” You tone started to sound breathy, like you were headed towards something. 

Curtis ran a hand against his chin, rasping it enough so you could hear it. Your breath hitched just as he hoped. “You like my beard rubbing against your skin, marking you all over Pretty Girl?” 

“Yes!” you said with enthusiasm, Curtis cussed under his breath hearing you and moved his hand under the band of his boxers to press his palm against his throbbing cock. “Run your face up and down my thighs.” 

“Play with your tits Pretty Girl, I know you love your nipples licked and sucked on.” Curtis wrapped his fingers around himself, squeezing lightly, resisting jerking himself off listening to you for now. “Push your shirt up off yourself.” 

A rustling started in the phone and then you started whimpering. “I do love when you suck on me like that.” You sounded so sweet, making Curtis grunt lightly as he pulled his hard throbbing cock out, fisting himself tighter. 

“Honey, I would be pulling and sucking on them, kissing all over till you were covered. One day I will fuck your breasts.” He jerked himself, pushing his legs up to brace his feet against his mattress. 

“Your big fat cock pushing through my tits.” You encouraged him. Curtis let his head fall back, letting himself get lost in the moment listening to you. “I want you too.” Your voice drifted off a moment. “I have to touch myself.” 

“Do it Pretty Girl, you must be wet now.” 

“Uh-huh.” Curtis recognized that tone, the soft wail starting to build up, the sound of you rubbing your clit. “I want you inside me. To feel you on top of me, holding me down.” 

“Trust me Honey, I will be soon.” Curtis felt himself shudder hearing you, his cock throbbing, needing to release. He worked his hand harder, chasing that feeling that burned in his belly.

“Have you underneath me feeling so good.” 

“Hands pinned back?” Your covers rustled in the phone like you were kicking them off. The sound of your whines and moans coming more frequently, your fingers now burying into you from the sounds of it. Curtis could just picture you, your thighs spread open and your fingers pushing into your heat till you were messy sounding, your pussy squelching with every squeeze around your digits.  

“Fuck I will tie you up if it will get you off Honey.” Curtis hissed into the phone. “Fuck-” His hips chased his fist, his cum starting to shoot over his hand. You were quiet a moment, just soft pleading whines coming through. 

“Did you come?” 

“Yes Pretty Girl.” He exhaled deeply. “Your turn Honey. You are so good, always feel so good squeezing my cock Honey, feel yourself squeezing your fingers.” 

“Its’s not as good as your cock though.” You sighed in frustration and his phone ruffled a moment. Then a buzz came through. Curtis couldn’t help but grin that you must have gotten a toy. 

“Pretty Girl, have you been holding out on me?” 

You sounded sheepish on the phone. “Well, I haven't needed anything since being with you.” 

“Well damn Honey, glad to have been of service. But I think should take some of those out next time I’m over. Let me hear you Pretty Girl, I wanna hear you feel good.” 

You started softly, rebuilding back up, but within minutes you were chanting Curtis’s name and crying out in need. “You’re so close Honey, fuck you sound so good you are gonna get me hard again” When you came, Curtis started praising you, telling you how good you did for him, that he couldn’t wait to see you. 

You said his name with a curious tone. “Curtis… you really don’t care about the toys?” 

That surprised him for a moment. His brow furrows in his confusion. “No? I think that we should start using them if you didn’t mind. Why?” 

“Well… I have known others to be jealous of me having them.” You stated cautiously and Curtis would have been willing to put money on who exactly that would have been. 

“Honey, toys don’t bother me. You want them, then you should have them. Damn, I will buy you some when I find out what you like.” 

“Oh, you don’t have to-” 

“No, I don’t have to but I sure as fuck want to. I would never tell you that you can’t have them anymore, or ever care if you used them. If you are worried about me feeling jealous of some toys, don’t. I’m not at all concerned that I’m not pleasing you. Adding toys will just make it that much better for us.” He pointed out. 

“You are really okay with this.” You stated almost incredulously. 

“Y/N, I’m serious, It doesn’t bother me.” Curtis stated. You yawned into the phone, making him speak up. “I am gonna say goodnight though Honey, you have an early day.” 

“I’m not tired… much.” You rebutted. “But you are right. Thank you Curtis.” 

“Thank you Honey, it was good hearing you even if I can’t be with you. Goodnight Pretty Girl.” 

You groaned into the phone in exasperation, making Curtis chuckle. “Goodnight, sweet dreams.”

"Trust me, will be dreaming about loving up on you. Talk tomorrow Beautiful."

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[themuse-if]

On a scale of one to ten how resistant the ROs are to a MC giving them puppy dog eyes

(I could imagine that either Maxine is completely helpless against the eyes or she’s built up a immunity)

Oh this is a fun one! Lets say that 1 is they become putty in their hands and 10 is completely immune. And I'll say that it's at least a month or two into the school year, that way they're at least a bit familiar.

Roxanne/Robbie: 9 (They're immune but they still give in, maybe MC will too later 🤭)

Joleen/Johnny: 4 (Aww so sweet ok you win, but they win too 😌)

Delphine/Desmond: 6 (Mhm they're tempted, but they aren't gonna tell MC that 😉)

Rina/Ren: 8 (Mostly confused, like are you...ok 🤨)

Everly/Everett: 4 (Mmm they're swayed, teach them the art of the puppy dog eyes, they must master this acting technique 🤩)

Karla: 5 (it's cute but maybe a little laughable, she might give in, maybe😋)

Faye: 1 (to soft for her own good, here take all of the lavender sugar cookies she just baked 😳)

Sebastien: 3 (Putty in your hands, but he's gonna remember this later😘)

Maxine: 11 (laughs in your face, those eyes haven't worked since you were 10🤣)

Silas: 5 (smack in the middle, complete inner turmoil, they aren't allowed to think your cute😖)

[cookstorys]

o gosh you added my new obsession to your list!! Can you please write harlen x male reader who’s the friendliest person at school and the bad boy(harlen) falls for him. But the reader is hesitant about it because of his reputation.

𝙾𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝

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Character- Harlan Briggs

Show/Movie- Wolf Pack

Warning - Sad ending 💔

Author Note - New obsession is so real 😭

Females dni

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It started with simple glances at the boy. Harlan didn’t like him, just the thought of him. At least that’s what he told himself. He and [name] was total opposites. Harlan had a reputation for being a bad boy, and a boyfriend stealer. [name] on the other hand had a perfect reputation. Everyone loves him, they thought he could do no wrong.

However, when a very drunk Harlan texted the boy that he loves him, he wanted to do some wrong. [Name] had a crush on him since middle school. He wanted nothing but to text Harlan back saying ‘I like you too’ or ‘Took you long enough’ but he couldn’t. Just the simple thought of everyone’s judgmental eyes on [name] made him go full anxiety.

Which is why the next day you ignored him. Then the day after that, and the day after that. Eventually, it had been a week and a half without speaking to Harlan. Harlan wanted to tell him it was all a big misunderstanding. However, with the whole pack thing going on he never had a chance to. Until they bumped into each other at the police station.

[Name] wanted to give the station some late-night snacks since they’d been working so hard on the murders. While passing some donuts out, he recognized Harlan walking in with Everett, Luna, and Blake he believed. As soon as he and Harlan made eye contact his stomach fluttered. He was so hot and [name] was so into him. ‘Reputation and colleges [name], reputation and colleges [name].’ You repeated in your head. You couldn’t like Harlan. You both were too different to be together. That’s what you told yourself. After finally composing yourself, you thought it’ll be best if you just walk straight past the group and went home.

That plan quickly backfired when a very nervous Everett stopped you. “Are those donuts [name]? May I have one?” He sounded like he needed them. It didn’t take someone with 20/20 vision to see that Everett was freaking out. “Sure, of course.” You handed him the box and in return, he quickly thanked and chomped down one. “Don't worry about him. Eats when he’s stressed.” Harlan blurted trying to find something to talk about. He didn’t know if it was true but it looked like it was from the way Everett was eating.

“It’s fine. I get the same way sometimes.” Then silence fell again amongst the group of teens. The only sounds that could be heard were Everett and him eating his donuts. “Well be careful guys. I’ll be… elsewhere.” Harlan looked at the boy with a nod and watch him turn on his heels and walk away. That was his chance, to clear the air, and make everything a little less weird. The more he waited the more his chance faded, and the more he got worried. “Fuck it” He mumbled. Harlan stood up from his seat and ran towards the doors to look for you. Luckily you were just about to exit when you heard your name being yelled.

“Harlan, what are you doing?” You laughed. He was out of breath from the long hall he just ran down to get to you. “I-You-Me..” Harlan tried but every word was met with useless breaths of air. “Take your time.” You laughed again and then rested your hand on his shoulder. Harlan felt the same thing you did earlier. Butterflies. All in his body that he couldn’t control. The way you smiled made him feel had him smiling from ear to ear. Then he did it. [Name] had to admit, the boy had balls.

Harlan pulled [name] Into a long steamy kiss. His hands grabbed your waist with a type of force that told you were his and only his. He pulled you closer when he felt you finally kissing back. Then, the kiss broke. Both boys were gasping for air this time, one forehead leaning on the other. It finally beamed on Harlan what just happened and his smile got bigger. “[Name] I love you.” He grinned excepting something in return. Anything. Instead, he was met with silence.

He lifts his head to look into the eye of the man he just kissed, to be met with an eye filled with sympathy. “Harlan I’m sorry but I just-, I just don’t think we can-..” [Name] couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. Harlan tried to hide the tears but he was sure a few escaped. “No, it’s fine I-I kissed you. No hard feelings.” [Name] was holding back tears too at this point. Harlan turned to leave, [name] wanted to stop him but he felt he did enough damage for the night. This was not good.

[budgetburials]

random headcanon generator.

Everett can drive: Everett has a valid license as issued by the state of New Jersey and can operate a vehicle to get him from place to place. That is the most that can be said for his driving.

Everett's favorite color is pink: He is red-green colorblind and does not perceive pink! He's been told he looks handsome in pink, though, which ensures the color is nevertheless in regular rotation in his wardrobe.

Everett is the gay cousin: This was true even when he was a child. He's always had a strong sense of his sexuality and outwardly been a little swishy lmao.

Everett has been to prison: He has never done hard time! He's had some friends and family go away, most notably his mother, but has avoided it himself. Now as the acting boss of his family, he has a lot of people all too happy to take the fall for him.

Everett cringes at his middle school yearbook photos: He was an incredibly cute kid and will gleefully point this out to anyone who asks. It's the high school yearbook photos that make him crawl out of his skin.

Everett is a top: Nooope. Stone bottom.

Everett is afraid of doing anything without their parents' permission: Not his biological parent's permission, but after being given the reins of the family, he leaned heavily upon his uncle for guidance and didn't trust himself to make the right decisions. His uncle empowers him to be his own man. Everett has since come into his own.

Everett listens to 80s music: Occasionally. If he's listening to 80s music, it's usually George Michael or Bon Jovi.

Everett cracks their knuckles very loudly: Finds it so gross when people crack their knuckles like this. It makes him gag.

Everett is a dog person: He's not really a pet person to begin with, and probably even less so a dog person. He's okay with well-behaved dogs who keep to themselves, but really doesn't like being jumped on or licked.

tagged by: @alonggoodbye thank you bb! tagging: ;)

[themculibrary]

Bucky/M'Baku Masterlist

A Contrast of Flavors (ao3) - lionessvalenti E, 691

Summary: M'Baku reminds Bucky that he's a person.

Attraction Leads to Trouble, Trouble Like You (ao3) - Marv_with_a_v E, 11k (WIP)

Summary: It's taken years, but Bucky is finally starting to feel like himself again. He finally remembers what it's like to actually enjoy himself. And the thing that gives him the most enjoyment is driving M'Baku out of his mind...

A Very Marvel Thanksgiving (ao3) - stececilia scott/sam, tony/stephen, clint/pietro, maria/natasha, bruce/thor, bucky/m'baku, everett/t'challa, carol/maria T, 38k

Summary: Scott Fury and Sam Wilson have been friends since middle school and now as adults room together. When Scott's latest relationship fails, he and Sam decide to go home early for Thanksgiving. Upon arrival they find out that his adopted father, Nick Fury, has another alpha for him to meet. Assuring his son there is no pressure to date again so soon, Scott falls for the alpha much to Scott's siblings dismay. They all love Sam. They all want Sam to be part of the clan, not Steve. They will stop at nothing to let their brother and Sam recognize that they truly belong together.

Do you Realize (ao3) - stececilia sam/scott, bucky/m’baku M, 6k

Summary: Scott returns from Wakanda with some major news that will change the dynamics of the avengers pack.

in cayenne and honey, in vinegar and lime (ao3) - alby_mangroves, Nonymos bucky/m’baku, steve/bucky, m’baku/okoye E, 27k

Summary: M’Baku fought for T’Challa. But should he keep fighting for T’Challa’s vision? The king is professing change, such deep change, while the Jabari are supposed to be the guardians of tradition.

It’s a complex problem, which demands a cool head. So M’Baku could really do without an old love coming back to haunt him, an obnoxious royal teenager, and T’Challa’s secret one-armed guest.

Just as Stubborn and Strong Willed as Ever (ao3) - Marv_with_a_v T, 3k

Summary: When M'Baku is housebound after suffering an injury, Bucky discovers something he should have known all along: the Great Gorilla of the Jabari Tribe is the world's worst patient.

More From Every Moment (ao3) - BurdenedWithPointlessPurpose E, 3k

Summary: Just like all of M’Baku’s other short trips to visit T’Challa, the Alpha stays at his new apartment the night before so they can visit with each other before he leaves once more for Jabari Land. Visiting meaning fucking each other silly every moment they can manage to satisfy them while they are apart. Bucky appreciates every single second, secretly hoping they never come to an end despite how unorthodox their “not a relationship” relationship is.

my spirit swims right to the hook (ao3) - napricot bucky/m’baku E, 20k

Summary: “What’s this one?” asked Oson, poking at one of the kimoyo beads. M’Baku frowned down at it. He didn’t think the princess had offered an explanation of this one, at least, not beyond it offering a connection to the internet. Was this one for Wakanda’s internet, or the rest of the world’s? He toggled it on, and squinted as the unnecessarily bright hologram beamed up, proclaiming it to be Hathor’s List. A little message offered an explanation: let Hathor guide your search for a partner, not your elders’ matchmaking! Find a perfect match, or a night of pleasure!

Oh, that little brat, thought M’Baku.

The Boy is Mine (ao3) - stececilia maria/natasha, bucky/m'baku, everett/t'challa E, 9k

Summary: T'Challa and Everett have been dating in secret ever since the fight for Wakanda with Killmonger. Everett Ross is now stationed in Wakanda as the US-Wakanda Ambassador/Liaison which does help keep their relationship under wraps. Unfortunately, all that will be challenged when T'Challa is invited to join a gala at the White House for all new members of UN.

The challenge? Everett watching T'Challa with Nakia as his plus one when Everett wishes it was him. With the help of Maria Hill and her girlfriend they try and get Everett through the night but of course nothing goes smoothly.

Under the Guise of Friendship (ao3) - Marv_with_a_v T, 2k

Summary: Bucky gives M'Baku a present. Just because.

What did I do? (ao3) - Magicalmanda bucky/sam, bucky/m'baku T, 1k

Summary: Bucky learns new things about the 21st century. Sam and Steve learn about the after-effects of Bucky's torture.

Set in the unshown spaces of canon from civil war to tfatws

What Happens in Wakanda Stays in Wakanda (ao3) - Marv_with_a_v M, 98k

Summary: …or: that time Bucky and M'Baku gave friends with benefits a fair shot and discovered everything they needed in each other.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Mousey and Curtis wrapping gifts for the boys

Christmas countdown day 14: Start wrapping Christmas presents

Domesticity seemed out of the realm of normal for a man like him, a man who had more illegal ventures than he had legal, a man with twin boys who were his whole world.

Domesticity, and a normal Christmas, seemed out of the realm of normalcy until the sweetest little songbird had crossed his path. You and your natural ability to adhere Theo, James and Curtis to yourself was an impressive and admirable skill.

You were their future, whether you had known or not that their world revolved around you was another thing, but you truly were their future.

And now, as Curtis helped you wrap the Christmas presents for his twins after they’d gone to bed, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was going to officially make you Mrs. Curtis Everett.

You, his darling little mousey, was going to be his wife. You were already the best momma Theo and James could ask for, and Curtis knew you’d be the best little wife.

“You know one year when I was younger, my parents wrapped Christmas presents and put them under the tree like two weeks early. I woke up the next morning and started opening them cause I thought it was Christmas.” You chimed from across the table, endearingly tugging on Curtis’ heart strings.

“You’re trouble, mousey. You’ve always been trouble haven’t you?” Curtis can see you falter just as clearly as he can envision warmth in your belly. “You’re so fucking adorable, like-“

“Curtis, stop…” even the way you whine is adorable, innately so, as you flip over the box for Jame’s nerf gun and tape one half of his Spider-Man wrapping paper down.

“What do you want for Christmas mousey? Hmm? A ring?” Curtis already has it, he’s already got the stashed away from even your prying eyes, in a luxe velvet box.

“You know what I really want?” You stopped wrapping and rest your elbows on the table, your hands resting under your chin.

“Tell me, baby. What can I get you for Christmas?” Curtis had a whole pile of presents for you, not that you knew, what was one more?

“When I was younger, and troublesome,” you stuck your tongue out at him before you returned to wrapping, “I got this snow globe that had the sugarplum fairy inside. She had this beautiful dress and she danced to the most lovely tune-“

“It broke?” Curtis questioned, judging by the tone in your voice.

“One of the mean boys in my class broke it when I brought it in for show and tell.” You stopped, your hands falling to the table as your bottom lip trembled. “God, I loved that thing. I remember sobbing in the middle of the classroom while that stupid boy-“

“What’s his name?” Curtis’ voice took a hard edge, his eyes narrowing and his jaw clenching. “Give me his name and I’ll-“

“You’re not beating up my grade school bully.” You denied him with a shake of your head, despite your eyes misting over. “That’s what I want for Christmas.”

Curtis sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. He watched for a few moments as he made mental notes to get you your snow globe and get revenge for you.

No matter how time had passed.