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›› toji fushiguro x reader ›› megumi fushiguro x reader ›› toji x reader x megumi (mfm) ›› 18+ f!reader ›› started: 12/6/23 : updated: 1/29/24 : status: ongoing

‹𝟹 summary: You and Megumi are best friends. You've known eachother for almost your whole life. His home has become your second home. As time passes and life happens, Megumi slowly develops feelings for you, even though he's unaware of it. To complicate things further, you're now living with him and his father, who has also taken a liking to you.

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: au - no powers, college au, power imbalance, pseudo-incest (they both want y/n, nothing w/ eachother), dubious consent

‹𝟹 tags: good cop bad cop, fluff, smut, angst, toji has a big dick, dilf toji, toji is his own warning, toji tries to be a good parent, toji is an asshole, toji is trying okay?, daddy dom toji, daddy kink, porn with feelings, porn with plot, friends to lovers, spit / spitting, spit kink, spit as lube, breeding, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, double vaginal pen, double pen, anal, making out, making love, love triangles, praise kink, degradation, light masochism, light sadism, emotional sex, cuckolding, jealousy, jealousy kink, smoking, smoking kink, emotional manipulation, manipulation, polyamory?, father and son share you, protective megumi fushiguro, megumi needs a hug, megumi has a big dick, AGED UP CHARACTERS, dead dove: do not eat, finger sucking, large cock, cum swallowing, blow jobs, first time blow jobs, under desk blow jobs, fingerfucking, face sitting, face riding, 69, mutual masturbation, threesome mfm, lots of smut, loss of virginity

‹𝟹 notes: ch 5 is being written, however i've taken a break on this while i finish my other fic (it's coming soon :D). this is the most up to date chapter i have on here and my ao3. this chapter is FIREEEEEEE tho !!

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Chapter 4: Impulse

Toji took the opportunity to smoke a cigarette while you were taking a shower. The crisp morning air was cool on his skin as he took a long drag of the cig. He puffed it away, lost in thoughts about what you guys should do today.

The clouds were starting to roll in, and it looked serene from Toji’s balcony. They didn’t live anywhere fancy or expensive, but it was nice being able to feel the peace of the breeze and the comfort of the sun’s warmth. He didn’t want to keep taking things for granted. He would accept and appreciate with enthusiasm from now on.

He inhales more of the smoke before snuffing out the cigarette in an ashtray. There were errands for the house you both needed to attend to, but he also wanted to make it a fun adventure into the city.

The steaming hot water of the shower soothed your aching body. You took this moment to think about the past few days and what had transpired. Messing around with Megumi, Toji acting uncharacteristically nice, and the heat of Toji’s gaze as you walked towards the shower. You could feel his eyes glued to your back as you walked away. You didn’t know what to think of it, but your body sure as hell did.

The attention was kinda nice. You liked feeling wanted, even in this fucked up way.

You foamed up your soap before washing your body, quickly finishing up your shower. You still had to get dressed and do your hair and makeup, and you didn’t want to make Toji wait.

You got out of the shower, wrapping the towel around your body. You leave and make your way towards your room, dripping and only covered by a measly towel. The steam escaped the bathroom, clouding the surrounding area.

Megumi isn’t paying much attention to his surroundings as he walks towards his room. Mindlessly scrolling through twitter, he bumps into you. He startles you enough to where your towel shifts in place, revealing your cleavage.

It’s not enough to see anything substantial, but for Megumi, it’s more than enough. He knows what’s under there anyway, and seeing you dripping wet with only a towel to cover yourself was sending explicit thoughts straight to his brain.

He blushes, apologizes, and quickly walks away towards his room, head down in embarrassment.

You shrug, not really putting much thought into it as you reach your room and close the door behind you. You don’t want to dress up for a simple errand run, so you decide upon black leggings and a fluffy, oversized sweater. You can’t choose between fuzzy boots or simple converse, but ultimately choose the latter.

Brushing your hair and putting it up into a claw clip was simple enough for the look. Light makeup, nothing too crazy, maybe a little eyeliner and you’re done soon enough.

You grab your bag and phone, leaving your room. You see Toji waiting for you, sitting on the couch talking about pointless stuff with Megumi. He sees movement out of the corner of his eye and looks up at you.

The contrast between a cute, fluffy, and oversized sweater with tight leggings that hug your hips is extremely pleasing for him. Toji is already getting up, making his way towards the front door.

You quickly walk over to where Megumi is sitting on the couch and rustle his hair a bit. “Bye Gumi, text me if you need anything from me!” You smile at him and walk away, towards Toji.

Megumi notices the exact same details of your body as Toji. Like father, like son of course. He’s thinking back to when he bumped into you, almost dropping your towel and revealing yourself. He licks his lips. And now? Watching you walk away, perfect ass in those tight as fuck leggings? He was already envisioning how he wants to rip those leggings off and take you right there, in front of his dad.

You and Toji are heading into the city, running errands, but also just keeping each other company. You both agreed grocery shopping should be last so you could head home right after; so now Toji is driving you both to the shopping plaza.

He plays “dad rock” (think: Nickelback, Green Day, AC/DC type of stuff), but you find it endearing anyways. Not much needs to be said, you sit without speaking much just appreciating each other’s presence. You admire how nonchalant he seems, one hand gripping the steering wheel as the other rests on the center console. His clothes don’t do much to hide his muscular build, scars covering most of his body. The ruggedness of his scars and the rigidness of his muscles are hard to look away from.

Toji notices you staring, but he says nothing. He lets you have his moment, as he lightly smirks while watching the road. You avert your gaze after what feels like eons, feeling embarrassed at your obvious oogling of the man in front of you. You flushed, looking away. You felt wrong and immoral, “This man is like a father to me” kept replaying in your head, louder and louder. Despite this, you were helpless to control the heat you could feel making its way between your legs. You felt ashamed, feeling this way about a man who was basically your father.

You both arrive at a shopping plaza, numerous stores and shops packed full with other customers. The weekends were always the busiest, especially around lunch time. Toji parks the car and gets out before opening your door for you. “Princess,” he speaks out, his voice sweet like honey. He would sometimes call you that growing up, but it was very infrequent now at your grown age.

You blush a bit at the sudden usage of your nickname and thank him. “You’re always so kind to me, thank you.” You can’t meet his gaze, but you know it’s locked on you. “Where do you wanna go first?” You ask as you step out of the black sedan.

“Wherever you’d like, doll.” Your mind starts racing at the new pet name he has for you, but you try to not let your face turn more crimson than it already has.

“O-okay… let’s just start walking and browse until we find something!” You probably said this more for you, so you could take a few steps ahead of Toji and hide your face. He follows behind you, allowing you to lead the way.

Your shopping spree is pretty uneventful, full of buying some basics like tank tops, t-shirts, leggings, and the occasional plushie. You pass by a lingerie store, and some of the new designs catch your eye. You start gravitating toward the shop’s entrance, telling Toji he could wait in the main area if he’s uncomfortable, but he shakes his head and keeps following you.

Your cheeks are heating up again at the idea of Toji following you around in this intimate setting. You brush it off and keep walking through the displays and counters of bras, bralettes, and other cute lingerie. You pick out a white lacy set of a bralette with matching panties; it’s soft to the touch and dainty.

Toji clears his throat. “Those are nice…. But what about this?” He’s holding up a pink babydoll slip. “It’s cute.” He’s weirdly averting your gaze while holding up the garment.

“Yess!! That’s adorable!!” You take it from his hands, admiring the ruffles and lace adorned with a few bows.

“I’ll get it for ya, if you want, doll.” He’s meeting your eyes again, looking into your soul as you’re practically melting in front of him. You’re convinced you are a blushing mess, and honestly, that’s not the only mess right now.

“Thank you… but you don’t have to…” You’re looking down at the dress again, unable to face him out of embarrassment.

“I want to.” You weren’t sure, but you thought you saw him lick his lips as he made that statement.

You nod. You make sure the size is correct and start making your way to the checkout counter. You’re called to the register as the women greets you.

She tries to make small talk about how cute the set is when she notices the dress. “This is so cute! My boyfriend loves when I wear this too!” You freeze when you realize she assumes you and Toji are a couple.

Toji chuckles a bit. “I see he has good taste as well. I’m looking forward to seeing it later…” He finishes, his voice deepening a bit. You can’t mistake it now, he is definitely playing with you. As much as it confuses you, it excites you tenfold. Thoughts of him admiring you, touching you, maybe more… are rushing through your head making you lightheaded.

He pays for the items and you both leave. The plaza is an open shopping center, and storm clouds had already been accumulating. Shortly after stepping out, it starts to lightly rain. You both rush to take cover next to a building adjacent to the shop you were just in.

You’re both against the wall, with you lightly panting after the slight workout. You’re giggling now, humored that you didn’t read the forecast and thoughts like of course it would rain right now. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. You hadn’t even noticed Toji was no longer by your side until he was right in front of you, hand place above your head on the wall.

He was immensely close, and you could feel his free hand snaking up your body to grab your chin. “You’re so adorable when you laugh, doll.” He reaches down and places a kiss on your lips, gentle and hesitant at first until he gradually increases his intensity and aggression. He’s kissing you like a man starved of affection, like you’re the meal for the last supper, savoring it as if it was the only good thing to ever happen to him again.

You’re shocked at first, but soon melt into the rhythmic pace of the kiss. Tongues meeting each other, swapping saliva as if you were trying to drink each other fully. Toji bites your lip, eliciting a sweet moan from you. He pushes his body against you, moving his thigh in between your legs. You’re unsure if he can feel the heat emanating between your legs, but you know it’s overwhelming intensity.

You can feel his cock pressed against your abdomen through both of your soaked layers. You move your hand on top of his bulge, pressing against it firmly. The rain lessens momentarily, and

you break contact from the kiss only to whisper “please” to him. That was all Toji needed to hear before practically dragging you back to his car.

Toji never forgot his manners, and despite the circumstances he still opened the door for you and laid out a blanket over the cold leather seats of the back of his sedan. However, there was a sense of urgency as he put everything together, finishing and gently pushing you into the back seat. Although the car was pretty spacious, the moment Toji climbed in after you, the absolute behemoth of a man made the car feel pretty cramped. Despite this, he tried to ensure your comfort.

“I know it’s not ideal, princess, but I can’t wait until we get home. And it seems like you can’t either.” His sultry voice teases you, as he starts pulling off some of your wet clothes. He leaves kisses in a trail down your neck, then your chest, and stopping above your waistband. “Do you want this, doll?” He questions as his hands start tugging at the band of your leggings. Your body should be cold with the wet clothes, but you only feel heat radiating in your core. You nod your head, meeting his hands and trying to hurry and take the rest of your clothes off.

Toji clicks his tongue. “Good girls use their words.” You feel a surge of what felt like electricity as the words ‘good girl’ left his mouth.

“Yes.. daddy.. please…” You try to hide your face in your elbow, anything to save you from the embarrassment.

“Good girl.” He whispers into your ear, thumbs hooking the waistband of your pants. “You sound so cute when you say that, doll.” He pulls off your leggings, leaving you with only the thin, but soaked, fabric of your panties.

He plants more kisses on your inner thigh before teasing you with a finger, panties still on. He rubs your wet slit, noting how soaked you are. Your little moans are music to his ears, as he continues rubbing your cunt through the thin fabric.

“Please, fuck, daddy… more…” You squirm under his touch, trying to press against him for more friction.

“Someone’s an eager little slut, isn’t she? You want daddy that bad, huh?” He taunts, pulling your panties to the side in a lewd attempt to expose your cunt. He spits on his fingers before slipping one inside – not that he would need any with how much you’re dripping for him.

His thick finger is about a knuckle deep and he can already notice how tight you are. “Fuck, baby. Are you a virgin?” You look up at him with wide eyes, nodding. He leans down to give you another kiss. “Perfect.”

He is gently fucking you with his finger, trying to loosen your tight hole a bit. He inserts another finger, feeling you stretch to accommodate him. “You’re doing great, sweetheart.” He purrs as he picks up speed, drilling into your cunt with ferocity. His other hand moves to your core, before his thumb flicks over your clit.

He rubs your button, watching as you make the sweetest faces and the cutest noises. He draws circles around it, causing your hips to buck forward as he continues to fingerfuck your hole. He’s watching you intently, studying everything about you and taking you in.

Any pain or discomfort you felt while he was stretching you quickly disappeared and was replaced by mind numbing pleasure, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. His skilled fingers played your body like an instrument, every movement perfect in its speed, angle, and intensity.

“Who’s my good little girl?” He asks you, expecting an answer while looking down at your already fucked out face.

“I am, daddy!” You answer back, not wasting any time. His fingers curl inside of you, pushing a moan out of you.

His hand on your clit pulls away to lift your chin. “You’re what? Answer me fully, slut.” He says as he spits in your mouth. “Swallow it like a good girl, then answer me properly.”

You do as you’re told. “I’m your good girl, daddy.” He smirks at this, before resuming his touch on your clit. His fingers inside of you hit your sweet spot, pushing you over the edge and causing you to tighten around him.

“Is my slutty little girl gonna cum for me? Yeah? It’s that good already?” His words do nothing but edge you on, forcing you to cum harder than you ever have.

You’re panting by the end of it, already dazed at how amazing it felt. But Toji is just getting started. He pulls down the waist band of his pants, with his briefs following right after. His cock springs free from its confinement. He groans as the cold air touches it.

Normally he’d need more foreplay, but playing with your body and the taboo of the situation were more than enough to make his cock leak precum, anxiously awaiting your cunt. “Daddy has been waiting for this… be a good girl and show him that you love him, doll.”

He wastes no time in pushing the head of his cock against your entrance, spitting on his cock before slipping inside. The tip alone is enough to stretch you beyond what you thought were your limits. Despite the size, he makes sure to take his time for you to get used to it. He can tell it hurts with the tears that are forming. He leans down to place a gentle kiss on you, caressing your cheek as he pushes his large cock ever so deeper inside.

“You’re taking it so well already, sweetheart. It’s like you’re made for me.” He groans as he feels you relax around him. He’s about halfway in now. “I know what you and Megs did….” Your eyes grow wide at his comment. “It’s okay, princess, I know you’re a little whore who can’t get enough. I’m just glad I get to be the first to fill you.” He grins as he forces the rest of his thick cock inside. “It’s almost like you were waiting for me, huh? My little girl, so patient for her daddy…” He coos.

The pain slowly subsides, albeit not completely. You’re too heated in the moment to care about the pain as he quickly picks up pace, pulling out and slamming back in. You whimper every time, only driving Toji wilder with how perfect you are for him.

He starts to ram into your tight cunt as he reaches over and places a hand around your neck. He grips it tightly, enough to put pressure but not completely block airflow. “Such a good fucking toy… take it like a good girl, yeah?” He purrs, bruising your womb with the tip of his cock. He releases his grip on your neck after a few moments, letting you catch your breath again.

Toji fucks you faster, groaning at the tightness of your walls. He pulls your legs up to his shoulders as he presses deeper into you, matching your out of breath state. He’s drilling into you, chasing his own end as he feels your walls tighten around him. “Gonna cum again, darling. Such a dirty girl.”

He reaches his hand to your chin again. “Open,” he commands as he spits into your mouth. “Good girl.” His dominance delivers you your second orgasm of the day, and Toji feels your body tense up as you do so. “Fuuuuck baby, it’s like your cunt is trying to milk my cock-“ He can barely finish his sentence as he feels his cum come gushing out. You feel your walls being painted white, getting filled up with his cum.

“Such a good girl,” he praises. “Are you on the pill?” You nod. He probably should have asked that first, but who cares, certainly not you in your fucked out state. He kisses you again before pulling out and and pushing your panties back in place. “Try not to spill any, doll. And just so you know, I don’t mind if my little girl wants to play with Megs. As long as you remember that you belong to Daddy at the end of the day, you can have as much fun as you’d like, doll.”

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daisynik7 · 2 years ago

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Chapter 6: Playing Games

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: cunnilingus, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, cum stuffing kink, spitting, 69 position, asshole!Eren (at it again)

Summary: After skipping several parties to sneak around with Eren, you agree to spend Halloween with Mikasa and your sorority sisters. You’re convinced you won’t be seeing him at all tonight, but a series of events changes that.

Notes: Smut in the beginning of the chapter? How the turn tables. Also, what’s a college au story without a Halloween party? Song is “Playing Games” by Summer Walker.

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“Right there, Eren,” you moan into the pillow. “Right there, fuck.”

It’s a Saturday night. You’re bent over the edge of your bed, Eren fucking you relentlessly from behind. The sound of his skin clapping against yours with each rapid thrusts fills the room. His fingers twirl around your puffy clit, desperate to help you reach your third orgasm of the night. Your fists clench the sheets with an iron grip. Drool leaks out from the sides of your open mouth. You’re on your tippy toes, making sure he’s hitting it at the perfect angle. Fucked out beyond belief, head still reeling from your first two orgasms. And yet, you’re still needy for his cock.

“Fuck, baby. You look so good taking me like this,” he says to you, slowing his pace, making you feel every inch of him as he slides in and out of your tight pussy.

It’s been three weeks since you and Eren agreed to be secret fuck buddies. Three weeks of sneaking around, having passionate and nasty sex whenever and wherever possible. You’ve both missed three weekends worth of parties just to fuck each other silly, either in his room or yours. Each time you do it, it feels better and better. Tonight is no exception.

“Faster. Please,” you beg him, placing your hand over his to play with your clit together. His fingers are slippery with lube and your slick.

He chuckles, the vibrations from his laugh resounding through your skin as he leans down to kiss the back of your neck. “Greedy tonight, aren’t you? Okay, baby. Since you asked so nicely.” He grabs you on both sides of your hips and starts his rapid pace again. A few minutes of this in tandem with your fingers toying with your sensitive bud, you orgasm. He follows you soon after with his own, groaning out a drawn out, “Fuck,” as he releases himself into you.

You both crawl into bed, his load leaking out of your cunt. Laid out on your back, he starts collecting the cum dripping down your thighs to finger it into your pussy. “Keep my cum inside you. Turns me on knowing you’re filled with it.”

“Fuck, Eren,” you whine, as he continues, spreading some of it over your overstimulated clit. “So fucking nasty.”

He kisses you, grinning. “I know. So fucking nasty huh?” He glances at the sopping mess between your legs. “Damn, I want to keep fucking you,” he breathes out, stroking himself, still soft but determined to get erect again.

“Can you get hard again so soon?”

“If I can, will you let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours? Think you can take me again?”

“Is that a challenge?” you tease him, reaching down to rub your clit. You’re surprised at yourself at how horny you still are after three fucking orgasms. But being in this messed up relationship with Eren has taught you a lot about yourself.

You knew what you signed up for when you agreed to this. He made it clear: He wants nothing to do with you outside the bedroom while he gets everything with you inside it. It’s been an unfair arrangement from the start, but you still accepted it.

There’s a constant internal struggle playing out in your head every time you meet with him. You keep telling yourself that maybe, just maybe, this should be the last. Then he pulls you in deeper and deeper. Has you thinking that maybe it’s not so bad. He’s fulfilling your sexual needs just like you are doing for him. What’s the harm?

You have feelings for him. That’s the harm.

There’s no denying it anymore. You like him. In between the intense fucking, there are moments of compassion, of kindness. Like how he calls you sweetie as he brushes the hair away from your face to gaze into your eyes. Or after sex, when he grabs a towel and baby wipes to clean you up, treating you like his fragile, delicate treasure. The way he cuddles you in his arms as he kisses the back of your neck, giving you a type of warmth throughout your body that you’re convinced only he can provide.

You’re probably grasping at straws. This is your first “relationship” and you’re making any excuse to justify the most fucked up parts about it. Instead of telling yourself that you deserve better. Something normal.

But goddammit, does he make you feel good. There’s no way anyone else can make you come the way he does.

“Spread yourself for me. Let me do it,” he offers, kissing you on the lips as he slides his hand down to your arousal.

You expose your clit, spreading your folds out with your middle and index fingers as he plays with it, digits still wet from earlier. Everything is hazy as you lose yourself in the pleasure once more. He could ask anything from you right now and you would say yes. And he knows it.

He whispers your name. “Fuck, I’m hard again seeing you like this. Get on top of me. Want to see you drip all over my cock.”

Obeying, you straddle him, his cum flowing out of you in the most salacious manner as you sink down onto him. It’s tight, really tight. But you still take him all the way in. He watches you with his hands behind his head as you start to ride him slowly. It feels fucking amazing. You suck him in like you were made for his cock.

“Fuck, baby. You’ve gotten so good at this,” he purrs, sliding his hands to your waist.

You lean close to him and paw at his chest, whimpering into his neck as he guides your hips back and forth onto him. He starts thrusting into you vigorously.

Suddenly, it’s uncomfortable. There’s cramping in your abdomen and it starts to become painful having him inside you. You stop moving, body tensing up as you let out a quiet, “Ow.”

“Hey, hey, hey. Baby. Are you okay?” Immediately, he stops moving and strokes your back, concern in his voice. This is new. You’ve never heard him this worried about you before.

“It’s too much. Feels uncomfortable,” you breathe out.

“Okay, okay, I’m pulling out.” He lifts you up carefully and helps you roll beside him. As soon as he is out of you, your body relaxes. The pain subsides for the most part except for a dull ache below your belly.

He gets up to grab a water from your mini fridge and a Gatorade from his gym bag. “Here. Drink this.”

You sit up slowly, clutching at your abdomen as he holds the open bottle towards you. Taking a sip, you notice the flavor is your favorite. Did he buy this for you specifically? It was mentioned the other day when he restocked his own fridge. You casually asked him what his favorite flavor is, to which he responded fruit punch. Then, he asked yours. And now, he has it. Is it coincidence? Wishful thinking? Might be both.

“Water.” He opens the other bottle and waits for you to make the switch. With the Gatorade in his hand now, he takes a swig. Sharing drinks. It feels intimate. You feel close to him.

Feeling hydrated enough, you start apologizing. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why it started hurting all of a sudden.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s my fault for wanting to keep going. We just need to rest.” He reaches to his other side to check his phone. “It’s midnight. Is Mikasa coming back tonight?”

“No, she’s staying at Jean’s.”

He gives you a warm smile. “Good. We can sleep together.”

It’s times like these that makes you feel like there’s a breakthrough. Why would he say things like this or smile in this way if he didn’t have feelings for you? Is he like this with all the girls he sleeps with? Or are you special?

“We should get ready for bed,” he suggests.

“Wait.” You reach for his cock, which is still semi-hard, and start stroking him.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, you don’t have to do this. Let’s just sleep,” he says, trying to discourage you.

“No, I want to. I want to make you feel good.” You kiss him, lips smacking loudly as you feel him stiffen at your touch. Something sweeps over you. You want to reward him for being so kind to you, so concerned about your wellbeing. It’s your weakness; every little nice thing he does for you makes you temporarily forget all the bad.

You position yourself between his legs and move your hand down to the base of his dick. Before he protests, you surround his tip with your mouth, swirling your tongue around him.

“Fuck,” he moans. His hand combs through your hair. “Are you sure this is okay?”

You nod as you drag your mouth up and down his shaft, going deeper each time.

“Baby. Get on top me. C’mon.” He taps at your ass, beckoning you. You’ve never tried this position before. You’re self-conscious sitting on him like this, but he wants it. And how can you deny him?

You mount him, feeling him inhale deeply and exhale through his mouth, blowing air straight onto your cunt. “I am going to fucking devour this pussy right now. You have no idea how amazing you look from here.”

The praise overwhelms you as you continue to blow him, moaning around his cock as soon as he starts licking your clit. He spits onto it, spreading his saliva around to make it wetter. “I love eating this pussy out. I fucking love it.” He flicks his tongue faster, his hums reverberating into your skin.

You reach down to massage his balls, still taking him into your mouth. “Just like that. Feels so good baby,” he moans, spitting onto your cunt again. “Make me come baby. Make me come.”

With your hand on his shaft, you stroke him fast as you suck on the tip of his dick, sliding your tongue over his slit.

He cries out, “Fuck!” and you feel warm cum shoot into the back of your throat, coating the inside of your cheeks and covering your tongue. Some of it spills out of your messy mouth as you swallow it.

When he’s done, he murmurs, “Come here. Sit on my face. Don’t be shy. Do it.”

In a daze, you turn around towards the headboard and carefully straddle his face, your knees digging into the pillow he’s lying on. Holding onto the frame for leverage, you grind against him like an animal in heat, feeling another orgasm resonate from your core. His hands squeeze at the soft plush of your bottom, guiding you as you rock your hips back and forth onto his tongue.

“Just like that baby. Come all over my face,” he mumbles, kissing and sucking your clit, wet noises so lewd, your skin feels on fire from your arousal. It doesn’t take long for you to come all over him and when you do, you hear him chuckle as he laps all of you up.

You hop off him, his mouth glossy with your slick, a cocky smirk on his lips. “Fuck, that was hot,” he says, wiping his chin with his fingers. Like the menace he is, he sticks them into his mouth and slurps your cum off. “Come here. Taste yourself.”

He holds the back of your head and pulls you in, kissing you passionately. You lay down together, lips brushing together seamlessly as he rolls on top of you, pinning you to the bed. He pulls away to stare down at you, eyes filled with an intensity that makes you nervous for some reason. You see him swallow hard, almost like he wants to say something. He doesn’t. Instead, he slides down towards your pussy again and starts to kiss you there.

“Eren,” you whisper. He can’t possibly want to eat you out again.

“It’s okay. Let me do this for you.” His flattens his tongue onto your clit, slowly moving his head side to side.

“You don’t have to do this,” you urge him, all while moaning from his sensual touch.

“No, you don’t understand. I’m fucking addicted to this. I don’t want to stop.” He sucks on your bud, causing you to whimper from the ecstasy. It still feels incredible, despite how spent you are.

“Baby, I’m so tired. I don’t think I can come anymore,” you plead with him, utterly exhausted. As much as you’d love to have him pleasure you all night, it’s too much.

He peers up at you for a few seconds before he relents. “Okay, okay, okay. I’ll stop.”

With one last gentle kiss, he slides back up to the bed beside you. “Let’s get ready for bed. For real this time.” He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

After you both put some clothes on, Eren walks downstairs to use the men’s restroom while you go down the hall to use the women’s. You take a quick body shower, cleaning yourself from all the lube, cum, and spit you’ve been smothered with tonight. The hot water from the shower soothes your sore muscles from the different positions you’ve tried in the past hour. The dull ache from your cramping has gone away. Once you dry off and brush your teeth, you head back to your room to find him already under the covers, snuggling one of your pillows.

You turn off the lights and crawl into bed with him, where he immediately wraps you in his arms and kisses you on the forehead. “How are your cramps?”

“Better. I think I just needed a break from your dick,” you joke with him.

“I’m sorry. I guess we went a little overboard tonight.” He nuzzles his nose against the top of your head. It feels more intimate than any of the sex you’ve had the past couple of weeks.

“Do you want to get breakfast tomorrow morning?” You think there’s a chance. A glimmer of hope that this is something more. How can he hold you in his arms like this if he doesn’t feel anything?

He hesitates a bit. Bad sign already. “Uh, like get it delivered?”

“No, I mean at the dining hall.” You hold your breath, waiting for his response.

“Sweetie, you know we can’t do that.” Sweetie. This is when the pet names are not cute. It feels patronizing. Condescending. You don’t like it.

“It’s just breakfast. We can even take it to-go.”

“Baby, no.” His voice is firmer this time. A slight hint of annoyance.

“We can go really early when it isn’t crowded –”

“We’ll get something delivered,” he finalizes, sliding his arms away from you and turning over to his other side, back towards you. Nothing else is said between you two. Not even a goodnight.

You stare at him, feeling like shit. Why did you think anything changed between you two? Why did you think that he changed? He’s still the same. One minute, he’s sweet and caring, the next he’s back to his cold, distant self. It’s hopeless.

You go back to feeling disappointed again as you drift off to sleep, feeling alone despite being right there beside him.

~~~

It’s 2 AM and Eren is still wide awake, watching her chest rise and fall slowly as she sleeps. Occasionally she shifts around, to which he quickly shuts his eyes. When she’s still once more, he continues to observe her.

For the past three weeks, the two of them have been fucking like crazy. He’s not sure how they’ve managed to get away with it so far. It hasn’t been too hard sneaking around yet, but it feels like the calm before the storm. It’s bound to come crashing down sooner or later. He’s declined too many texts from Reiner, and he feels like he’ll be confronted about it soon. And whenever that happens, Eren will deal with it however he can. For now, he’s satisfied with their current arrangement. He’s happy.

Armin has been so busy with all his extracurriculars that he barely spends time in the room anymore, which has been good for them. And with Mikasa dating Jean, which he still hasn’t gotten accustomed to yet, they’ve been able to fool around in her room with the added bonus of sleeping together. Which Eren really likes, surprisingly.

There’s a lot of things he likes about their relationship, aside from the amazing sex. He won’t admit it out loud, but he likes cuddling up next to her, especially when she hugs him from behind. There’s a softness to her body that he can’t quite explain, though he knows only she can provide. He likes how clever she can be, always coming up with a witty comeback for any of his stupid comments. And that she’s not afraid to say what she wants. For the most part.

Tonight, she asked to get breakfast together. He knows what she really wants. He can’t give that to her.

He’s a coward.

Instead of discussing it further, he faced away from her and pretended to fall asleep. He listened and waited for her soft snores before he turned back around to look at her.

He can’t give her what she wants. He won’t give her what she wants. She wants a relationship. A proper one. She wants a boyfriend who will eat breakfast with her in the morning and make love to her at night. Eren doesn’t want to be tied down. Not while he’s young, hot, and in a frat. What would be the point of all of this? Maybe if he were older and more mature, it would be different. But he’s not.

He’s an asshole.

For someone who claims not to be influenced on how to think or feel, he’s letting a lot of insignificant factors do that for him right now. Why does he care so much if people think he’s dating a Sigma Nu Kappa? These are trivial things that don’t matter at the end of the day. As long as he’s happy. Right?

But he can’t shake the fear of big brother Reiner finding out and ridiculing him for it. He doesn’t even like him all that much. He does care about his reputation, to an extent. Eren can get with any girl he wants; why settle for the girl he thought wasn’t even interesting just a few months ago?

To be fair, he’s very interested in her now. Still, he’s sure there are girls on campus that are hotter than her. Well, he’s actually not convinced about that. Because she is incredibly sexy. He can’t remember ever being so turned by anyone. When they’re together, she makes him go completely insane.

He’s all over the place.

He wants to keep her around, but he doesn’t want to be her boyfriend. He’s not ready for commitment but wants all the benefits that come from it. How does that work? In Eren’s simple, selfish mind, it makes total sense. Deep down, he knows it’s all wrong.

Until the time comes that he has to deal with the fallout of his reckless decisions, he will pretend not to notice the disappointment in her voice every time he denies her of the simplest requests, like eating a meal together. Or how crestfallen her expression gets, no matter how much more difficult it is now to ignore it. It’s easier this way.

He really is an asshole.

~~~

Halloween weekend approaches and it seems like every student on campus is ready to party. The holiday falls on a Friday this year and several students go to their classes in their more appropriate costumes. Mikasa, who loves Halloween, wears her devil horns all day.

A few days ago, your roommate finally convinced you to go out with her this weekend after bailing on her for the past month. Her boyfriend, Jean, is out of town for a soccer tournament, so her next best pick for a partner is you.

“I have an idea for what our couple’s costume will be,” she told you. “Angel and devil. You’ll be the angel; I’ll be the devil. It’ll be perfect. What do you think?”

Ultimately, you agreed to go along with her plan, feeling confident enough to pull it off. The other day, you found all the components you needed to create the perfect angel. From one of the boutiques in the mall, you picked out a long sleeves satin dress that comes down above your knees. At the costume store, you found a halo and wings. And, per Mikasa’s suggestion, you bought white lacey panties from a lingerie store to match the rest of your outfit, even though it will be concealed all night.

With your wardrobe all planned out, you finish the rest of your classes, excited for tonight’s festivities. It’s been a while since you were last at a party. You miss seeing your friends, spending time with people who care about you. People who like you. The verdict is still out if Eren Jaeger actually likes you or not. Especially with what happened the other night. The guy doesn’t even want to get breakfast with you. Doesn’t even want to be seen with you. Taking a break from Eren and all the sex seems like the right thing to do to preserve your sanity.

The other reason you’re even more eager to go out this weekend is because Eren himself told you that he’d be busy on Halloween. The night before Mikasa suggested the couple’s costume, he sent you a short text mentioning how Reiner invited him to a Halloween party and that he’s going to go. No invite extended, no wondering if you have plans yourself. So, there’s that. Since Eren is going out this weekend, you should too. You refuse to sulk around alone when you could be having a grand old time with your sisters.

After eating a quick dinner at the dining hall, you and Mikasa head back to the room to get ready. Her devil costume is perfection. She’s adorned in the similar style dress you have, but in a brilliant red, with pointy horns on top of her head and a fake, spiky pitchfork in her hands. Once the both of you are ready, you head over to the Sigma Nu Kappa house to pre-game with the seniors and some of your pledge sisters.

You all gather in Petra’s room, where she passes around bottles of Smirnoff Ice for everyone to chug. Tonight, she’s a forest fairy along with Nanabe, who basically looks like Tinkerbell. Hange, who’s a mad scientist, adds flair to the pre-game by concocting jello shots inside syringes, presented in a large vat smoking with dry ice.

When you’re finished taking several cute pictures with Ymir and Christa, who are coincidentally also a devil and an angel, you all head out to start walking to Mike’s house. Sasha comes out as soon as you pass by her dorm building, donning a Mr. Potato Head costume, which is all too fitting for her. As you stride through campus, arms linked together with Mikasa and the other angel, Christa, you realize how much you missed this. Having this much fun with your sisters almost makes you forget about Eren. Almost.

As you approach the house, you hear the distinct sound of bass bumping and loud chatter from inside. A familiar rush flows through your body as the alcohol starts taking its effect. Hange thumps on door, announcing your arrival.

Mike, appearing as a Spartan warrior, greets you. Your jaw drops at his figure. To say he is an attractive man is an understatement. Clad in a dark red cape that drapes over his shoulder and a matching kilt, his sculpted abs are on full display. Which you have absolutely no complaints about.

You let the other girls file in ahead of you. Once you’re within earshot, you joke, “Tell me those abs are airbrushed,” as you ogle at his physique.

He chuckles. “Nope. This is all me. Like what you see?”

“Yeah. You’re hot.”

He smirks, eyeing you up and down. “You look like the perfect little angel yourself.”

You squeeze your legs together, aroused by the charisma he naturally exudes. However, Eren is still in the back of your mind. You can’t help feeling guilty. And for what? You’re not together. He’s not your boyfriend.

Linking arms with Mikasa, you announce, “We’re going to help ourselves to your famous jungle juice. See you later?” You don’t wait for a response, leaving him to watch you as you make your way into the kitchen. Your roommate nudges you, asking in an amused voice, “What the hell was that? You were totally flirting with him!”

“I was just giving him a compliment. It’s nothing,” you wave off with a flick of your wrist.

“I love it. Keep flirting with him. Maybe Mike can be your first kiss!”

A pang of guilt hits you. She has no idea the obscene activities you’ve already partaken in with her childhood friend. Trying to erase your shame, you fill a cup with jungle juice and start drinking.

“I’m gonna try to find Armin, I’ll be back,” she mentions, leaving you to search for him.

Mike reappears, sidling up next to you. “So where’s your boyfriend? You never bring him around to the parties.”

Boyfriend. That’s right. He thinks you have a boyfriend. When you said that to him the first time, it was a straight up lie. You didn’t have anyone. Eren at that time was just some guy who gave you your first kiss and first sexual experience. It was barely anything. Now, the lines are blurred. Eren isn’t your boyfriend. He might not even be your friend. He is something though, right?

Still, he decided to go to a party with Reiner instead of with you. For all you know, he could be flirting with another girl at this very moment. He makes it clear time and time again that the two of you aren’t exclusive. Will a little innocent flirting with the very hot Mike Zacharias be such a big deal?

“We broke up,” you tell him.

He grins. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“You don’t look sorry,” you tease him, taking a sip of your drink.

He leans on the counter as he says, “Well, I can’t help it. This is the best news I’ve heard all night.”

You feel nervous. Like you just opened up the floodgates. You pull back a bit, lying, “It’s still fresh, so I’m not really looking for anything serious.”

“Neither am I. I just like having fun.” He turns his head in the direction of the living room, where you see people dancing. “Do you like to dance?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“C’mon. Let’s have some fun.” He holds out his hand to you, which you take, then leads you to the dancefloor. The music is loud, the thumping of the bass reverberating through your chest. The two of you dance, facing each other at first. He has that charming smile on his face as he boogies towards you, sliding his hands at your waist.

Feeling bold, you turn around and start swinging your hips against him, letting his hands roam your sides, pulling you in even closer so you’re pressed to his chest. He moves fluidly with the music, shifting side to side with you.

The tickle of his breath brushes your ear as he whispers, “You want to head upstairs, beautiful? Have some fun in my room?”

You crane your neck to face him, lips so close that if you moved just an inch, you’d be kissing.

Before anything else can happen, you hear someone start yelling, “Cops are here! Cops are here. Disperse! Disperse!”

Everyone moves quickly, heading towards the backyard, avoiding the front at all costs. Mike mutters, “Shit, already? I have to go deal with this.” Before he leaves, he holds you by the wrist and says, “I’ll find you later, okay?”

Mikasa runs up and grabs you, tugging you towards the back. “Let’s go! We gotta get out of here!”

“What?!” You’re in a daze from what almost happened with Mike, frozen momentarily in place.

“We can’t be caught here! We’ll get arrested!” she explains as you both sprint towards the backyard. The ridiculousness of her statement mixed with the alcohol you’ve consumed fuel your adrenaline as both of you run out to the yard looking for your escape. There’s a part of the fence where trash bins are lined up. Using her athletic prowess, Mikasa climbs on top of the bin and vaults over the fence, like a fucking Olympian, pitchfork and all.

You, clearly lacking the skills she has, clumsily mount the trash can and swing one leg at time over the fence, the wooden posts digging into your ass cheeks in the most uncomfortable way. As you try to slide off, you feel the bottom of your dress snag onto the wood. In a rush, you yank it off, tearing it so that there’s a slit down the side, exposing your undergarments. Your roommate has a mixed expression of amusement and concern as she yells out, “Hurry!”

Finally back on solid ground, you sprint in any direction away from Mike’s house, imagining it being raided by the cops right now. In your haste, you run into Hitch and Annie, who are walking casually down the street. Annie is Catwoman while Hitch is dressed as a hippie. The two of you walk towards them, catching your breaths.

“Were you two just at Mike’s?” you question.

“Yeah, we were only in there for 5 minutes before the fuzz showed up. What the hell happened to you?” Annie asks, pointing at the tear in your clothes.

“It got torn when we hopped the fence,” you explain, holding the rip, attempting to hide it.

“Hop the fence? The side door was unlocked, you could have just walk out. That’s what we just did.”

You whip your head around to Mikasa, who starts cracking up. “Mikasa! Why did you make us hop the fence?!”

“I didn’t know the side door was unlocked! There were so many people! I didn’t want to get arrested.”

Hitch chimes in, “It honestly doesn’t look bad. It’s Halloween, so you’re supposed to look a little slutty.”

“You can see my underwear,” you respond, embarrassed.

“Hey, at least you’re wearing underwear. This cat suit is literally skin-tight.”

“Better not let Bertolt know that Annie,” Hitch teases with a wink. “He might bust a nut.”

Annie shoves her roommate, muttering, “Shut up.”

“Where are we going, by the way?”

“Sandra is hosting a party at her house,” Hitch answers. “There will be a bunch of Eta Iota’s there and some frat guys, but she’s totally cool with y’all coming over.”

A few minutes later, the four of you arrive to Sandra’s, where it’s already packed. The Eta Iota sisters you’re acquainted with greet you politely while the men, all of them being from the other fraternities, study you and Mikasa curiously. Annie and Hitch protectively lead you through the crowd, glaring at the boys who ogle at you. Once you’re in the kitchen, you help yourself to a cup of jungle juice.

“You’ve been here before, Annie?”

“Yeah, Hitch dragged me here a few times. The girls are fun and nice. The guys are typical frat boys. Loud, obnoxious, always trying to get laid.”

Mikasa stands beside you, sipping on her alcohol. “I gave Armin the address. He should be here soon with some of the other guys. Cops are cleared out now, but they can’t keep partying there.”

“Do you know if Mike is coming too?”

She raises an eyebrow at you, smirking. “I don’t know. I guess we’ll see.”

Staring up at the ceiling, you replay the words he whispered in your ear just several minutes ago.

You want to head upstairs, beautiful? Have some fun in my room?

He is enticing and sexy. Not at all afraid to make his move and be seen with you. He’s mature and knows what he wants. It’s a breath of fresh air from the suffocating whirlwind that is Eren Jaeger.

You hear Mikasa say, “Well, look who it is.”

Snapping out of your reverie, you set your gaze forward to see who she’s referring to. And as if on cue, you watch with bated breath as Eren steps through the crowd towards you.

~~~

Eren didn’t want to go out for Halloween. His original plan for the weekend was the same as the last three. He wants to spend it with her.

As he predicted, Reiner finally confronted him about his lack of presence at these parties. After their chapter meeting Sunday night, his big bro pulled him aside to lecture him, much to Eren’s dismay.

“Dude, where the fuck have you been? You can’t skip out on Halloween weekend. You just can’t. I won’t let you. There will be hot chicks in slutty costumes. You can’t miss it. You just can’t.”

That’s how Eren ended up with Reiner and Bertolt this Halloween night at another Eta Iota party. Reiner is a pirate while Bertolt is covered in a skeleton suit with matching face paint done by one of the sisters. Eren is bare chested, wearing red swimming trunks and a whistle around his neck, dressed as a lifeguard. Several girls eye him as he walks through the crowded house.

Reiner and Bertolt partner up for a game of beer pong with their friends Porco and Marcel from the Mu Epsilon fraternity, who also happen to be biological brothers. Eren leans against the wall savoring his drink, watching from afar while getting lost in his thoughts.

He wonders where she is tonight, what she’s wearing, who she’s with. She never replied to his text informing her about his Halloween plans, only reacting with a thumbs up. He was at least hoping for a response like, “Have fun”, or maybe even “I’ll miss you.” But why should he expect that given the way he’s treated her so far?

Like Reiner said, there is no shortage of hot chicks in slutty attire tonight. He just can’t bring himself to do anything about it. Several women have already come up to him, inviting him to team up for the next round of the game. And as politely as he could, he declines each one. He’s secretly hoping he’ll see her walk into the house, in whatever cute or sexy costume she chose to wear tonight. Even if that does happen, what does he want to do about it? Eren always makes it a point to keep their relationship on the down low, so much that he doesn’t want anyone to see them together. And with Reiner just a few feet away, he has no choice but to ignore her and pretend she doesn’t exist to save himself from whatever ridicule the asshole will surely berate him with.

Maybe it’s better she isn’t here. He doesn’t know how well he can control himself if he sees her. He thinks about the night they first had sex. His body reacted way before his mind could even process what was happening.

The universe is either punishing him or rewarding him when he sees her walk into the kitchen, being led by Mikasa, Hitch, and Annie. Of course she’s an angel, how fucking perfect. It’s as if the pearly gates of heaven itself open and shine a spotlight on her. She looks celestial. Unreal. So incredibly sexy. There’s a slit on the side of her dress that reveals a lacey material with every swing of her hips. Holy fuck, he thinks.

He watches her fill up her cup with liquor as she stands by the counter, chatting with Mikasa. Feeling drawn to her, his feet move through the crowd. Fuck, she’s beautiful. He gets a head rush the closer he gets to her, not exactly sure what his game plan is.

He hears Mikasa say, “Well, look who it is.”

“Hey Mikasa.” He tries his best to focus his attention on his childhood friend, but he keeps sneaking glances at the angel in front of him. He wants more than anything to take her back to his dorm room and pleasure her in this costume. Hear her moan his name as he rails her into his mattress.

“You remember my roommate,” she says, pointing her thumb at her as she states her name.

“Uh, yeah. I guess. Hey.” He takes his time looking at her, trying to communicate something in those angelic eyes. She doesn’t respond, only gives him a small smile that makes his chest swell up.

He clears his throat, trying to shake whatever impulses are surging through his body. “So, where’s Jean?”

“Soccer tournament. That’s why me and her are a couple tonight,” Mikasa explains, wrapping an arm around her roommate’s shoulder.

“The devil horns suit you, Mikasa,” he teases. And the angel costume is perfect on you, baby, he thinks.

She kicks at his ankle playfully. “I take that as a compliment, thank you very much.”

From the front door, he hears a loud outburst of male voices. Armin, Connie, Erwin, and Mike walk into the kitchen, greeting several Eta Iotas and a few of the other men on the way in.

“You’re here!” Mikasa yells, rushing over to Armin to give him a hug.

“Yeah, we made it! Connie and I hid in the garage while the cops came. Mike and Erwin smooth talked their way out of trouble. It was awesome.”

“Not our first rodeo, young Armin. You’ll learn in due time,” Erwin says, ruffling his hair.

Mike slides next to the angel, nudging her. Eren hears him mutter, “Told you I’d find you, didn’t I?”

What the fuck? Who does this guy think he is?

His scowl must be obvious. Mike turns to him to ask, “Oh hey, Eren. What’s up, man? You good?”

Through a clenched jaw, he responds, “Yeah.”

Mike puts his arm around her, whispers something in her ear that make her giggle. What the actual fuck? What the hell is going on? Eren maintains his cool disposition, but inside, he is fuming. He can’t stand seeing another guy touch her, utter sweet nothings or whatever the fuck into her ear. And she’s responding to it with that cute laugh of hers.

Not knowing what else to do, he turns around to walk back to where Reiner and Bertolt are, who have since finished their game of beer pong. They lean against the wall, observing their Alpha Tau brothers from afar. As Eren joins them, Reiner yells out, “What are they doing here?”

He shrugs, truly not knowing anything. His mind is still spinning over seeing Mike touch all over his girl like that.

His girl. He knows that’s not right. She doesn’t belong to anyone. Least of all to Eren, who constantly keeps her at a distance.

So why is he feeling this way?

In this moment of madness, he decides to do something stupid. He approaches one of the girls who tried to talk to him earlier. “Hey. What’s your name again?”

“Pieck,” she says, smiling.

“Let’s play the next round,” he suggests, trying to sound as charming as possible. He needs to distract himself. Focus his attention on anyone other than her. Or else he might lose it.

As they stand to the side, waiting for their turn, Eren feels heat rush to his ears as soon as he hears a familiar voice ask out loud, “Has anyone called dibs for the next round? This angel and I would like to play next.”

Well, shit.

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P. 69

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Hi, my loves! Starting with these chapters, there will start to be a lot of skipping around! But it will help with the story to move along as well! I hope you are all enjoying the story so far! I love you all so much! ❤️ Happy reading and enjoy! 💕

A/n: You and Bradley go to your first ultrasound together after being apart. Hangman, Phoenix, and Bradley have something to tell you.

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Warnings: cursing, sexual jokes, a little sadness and angst implied, but as always LOVE 😘

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The next couple of weeks went by smoothly. Mav and Austin had left after a couple of days being here. Leia finally started her new school. She made new friends instantly. You still continued to work remotely. The time had come for you and Bradley to have your first ultrasound with the new doctor here in Hawaii. Hangman, Phoenix, and Bradley ended flying routes early today so they could be home in time. Hangman and Phoenix stayed back to pick up Leia from school and Bradley went with you to see your boys. Each day your belly was getting bigger and bigger. You were 6 1/2 months. Time was flying by so quickly.

Bradley arrived at home. He sung your name as he walked in. “Y/n!” Followed by Hangman and Phoenix laughing. They came over to you on the couch. You were relaxing and doing some work on your computer. Bradley grabbed the laptop from you and handed it to Phoenix. She set it on the coffee table. Bradley sat next to you and rubbed your head. “Ready to go, sweetheart? Go and see our boys?” He grabbed your hand and kissed it.

You sighed and tried to sit up. Bradley helped pull you up and Hangman assisted by pushing up your back. You readjusted Bradley’s oversized T-shirt over your belly. You took a deep breath. “These boys have me winded all the time. Getting up is already tiring.” You giggled as you looked at the three aviators around you.

Bradley kissed your forehead, “We will go when you’re ready to go, baby. Take your time.” He rubbed your cheek. Phoenix went and grabbed you some water. She handed it to you and you took a couple of sips.

You stuck your hands out to Bradley. “Okay, hoist me up.” You laughed as Bradley held tightly onto your hands. Hangman was behind you and helped Bradley assist you up onto your feet.

Phoenix came over and placed her hands on your belly, “You are literally the cutest pregnant women ever!” She gave your belly a rub before hugging you.

Bradley helped you out to the truck and helped you get into your seat. He placed a kiss on your lips as he helped you with your seatbelt. Then you were off to your ultrasound. The doctors office wasn’t too far from your house. When you pulled up Bradley helped you down and into the building. He sat you down and went to go and check you in. You felt a little winded. Carrying around two Bradshaws was tiring.

You leaned back against the chair pushing yourself back to stretch your back out. It popped a couple of times. Bradley sat next to you and held your hand, “Back hurting, baby?” You nodded. “Allow me, sweetheart.” Bradley gestured for you to turn around slightly in your chair. You did and he started to rub your back. It felt so good. Just as you got relaxed, the assistant nurse called you back.

Bradley helped you up and held your hand as you both entered the back to be escorted to your room. You laid on the table and the assistant prepped you. They lifted your shirt and wiped your belly with a warm cloth.

“Your belly looks really good for being 6 and a half months pregnant, Mrs. Bradshaw.” The assistant gave you a warm smile, admiring your stretch-mark-less belly.

Bradley chuckled, “We have a regiment we do every night to keep her belly nice.” He leaned down and kissed your temple. You looked up at him through your lashes and smiled.

The doctor came in and prepped your belly with some warm gel. They placed the transducer on your belly and started to search around. It didn’t take long before your boys appeared on the screen. Bradley gasped and covered his mouth. His eyes were glued to the monitor. He briefly took them away and looked at you, “They are so much bigger than the last time I saw them.” He chuckled, “Those are definitely my boys.” He covered his mouth again as he squeezed your hand.

The doctor took measurements of each baby, checked their heart rates, and did an over all check up of their embryonic sac. Everything was checking out. As they started to clean you up and print out pictures for you and Bradley they discussed due dates.

“I expect that these babies will probably be due around mid July, early August. However, since you are pregnant with multiples. I advise that we set a date to induce you.”

You and Bradley looked at each other with raised brows. “What do you think, sweetheart?”

You looked over to the doctor, “Well, how should we approach this?”

The doctor started to print out pictures of the boys for you and Bradley. “Well I think we should keep track of their growth progress and the next appointment we can definitely make a determination on an estimated date.” They gave you a warm smile as they started to clean you up.

You sighed and looked up at Bradley, “Thank god, the soonest the better.” You laughed and Bradley shook his head at you, “These Bradshaw boys are crushing my insides. I am so excited for them to be out.” You laid back and relaxed thinking about their birth.

Bradley played with your hair and looked down at you, “I can’t wait for them to be here too, honey. I want them now.” He chuckled and kissed your forehead over and over again.

The doctor gave you and Bradley the pictures. You readjusted your shirt over your belly and Bradley helped you off of the table. He helped you out to the car. He had one arm wrapped around your waist, he held you firmly against his side. He slung your bag over his shoulder and held your other hand. You started to have a waddle in your walk. As your belly grew it was getting harder to do things for yourself. Bradley helped you into his car and buckled your seat belt. He gave you your bag and kissed your cheek.

“Sweetheart, I love seeing you so pregnant. It is the cutest thing ever.” He smiled and rubbed your belly. “Gosh, I can’t wait for the boys to be here.”

Bradley got into the car and you all headed home. When you arrived, Hangman was getting Leia out of his truck. She ran over to you and Bradley when you parked. Bradley got out and squatted as she darted off him. He picked her up and kissed her cheek. You couldn’t hear their exchange of words, the car door was closed and it was muffled, but you could see her laughing and her eyes go wide. He let her down and she ran over to your side.

Hangman opened your door and helped you down. Leia came and gave you a big hug. “Momma! How is my little baby!?” She patted your belly softly before placing a kiss on it.

You rubbed her head, “They are perfect, sweetheart. Your daddy and I have some better news to tell you.” You rubbed her cheek and her eyes lit up.

“Are you finally telling me I am having a baby sister!” She bounced up and down.

Bradley chuckled and picked up Leia, “How about we go inside and we tell you?” He raised his brows at Leia. She nodded and kissed her dad’s cheek.

Hangman helped you into the house. Phoenix was in the kitchen preparing lunch for everyone. When she saw you coming through the door she ran over with her arms open. She gave you a hug and then placed her hands on your belly, placing a kiss on it.

“How is everything?” She looked up at you excitedly.

You smiled and nodded, “Perfect! We are actually finally going to tell Leia the big news.” You winked at Phoenix.

She gasped, “I’ll get the snacks!” She ran to the kitchen and grabbed the tray of snacks.

Bradley carried Leia over to the couches and Hangman helped you over. Hangman set up a couple of pillows to go behind your back and he and Bradley helped you onto the couch softly. Leia came over and sat next to you cuddling with your belly. She laid her head and wrapped her arm around it. She placed kisses over and over again on the side of it, causing the boys to start kicking their sister.

“Oh my gosh! Momma! She’s kicking me!” She started giggling as she stayed laying in the spot where they were kicking.

Everyone cooed over her reaction to being kicked. You rubbed her head and watched her interact with her siblings. Bradley reached over and petted Leia’s head.

Bradley cleared his throat, “So Vapor girl, You know you’re going to be a big sister. So that comes with a lot of responsibility.” He raised his brows to Leia.

She nodded, “I know, daddy. I’m going to be the best big sister I can be.” She hugged your belly tighter.

“Leia, honey. Are you ready to know the news?”

She sat up excitedly and started nodding her head. She waited eagerly.

You and Bradley looked at each other and then over to Hangman and Phoenix. They were eating their snacks with smiles plastered across their faces.

Bradley was breathing through his teeth, “Leia, sweetheart. You are going to be a big sister to your twin baby brothers.” He watched Leia’s expression drop. Her eyes went wide and her jaw slacked.

“There’s two?” She looked at all four of you shocked. “TWO BABY BROTHERS!?” She slapped her hand over her mouth. She sat there for a second soaking in the news. She jumped up on the couch, “I’M GOING TO HAVE BABY BROTHERS!!!” She started to dance on the couch. She was so excited. “OH MY GOSH!!!” She started to jump and clap.

You all started to laugh. You and Bradley were so excited to tell Leia about her brothers. She jumped back down and cradled your belly. “Hi baby and baby. I looooove you!” She kissed your stomach over and over again before she ran over to Phoenix and Hangman jumping on them and celebrating.

The next week was spent getting things set up in the boys room. You and Bradley had bought cribs for them. Hangman and Bradley built them and set them up. You and Phoenix decorated and started to buy clothes for them. Leia made paintings to go in their room with some help from Gunner. Their room was starting to come together quickly.

~~~~~~

Bradley, Hangman, and Phoenix came home from a long day at work. You were on the couch talking on the phone with Bri and Billy.

“Oh hey, girl I got to go. Squad just got home! I’ll call you all again later! Bye I love you!” You smiled and waved at them.

You smiled at the three aviators as they walked through the house to join you on the couch. Bradley plopped down besides you and threw his arm over your shoulder. You made a sour face.

“You smell like jet fuel, Bradshaw.” You started to fan the smell away from you.

He chuckled, “I’ll go and shower in a bit, but we all have to talk, baby.”

You nodded and looked at the three of them. Phoenix started the conversation. “Y/n, our training on grounds with our pilots has finished. Now it’s time for us to go on the boat.” She looked down.

You nodded, “Oh, okay.” You were feeling sad. “What does that mean?”

Hangman leaned forward and took a deep breath, “We will all be taking turns going out to sea for 2 weeks at a time.” He looked between Bradley and Phoenix.

Bradley nodded, “So, baby. You will always have 2 of us here with you. BUT, one will be gone for 2 weeks at a time. It’s going to be like this for a couple of months.” He smiled at you weakly.

You narrowed your brows at Bradley, “And I assume you are going first, Lieutenant?” You raised your brows.

He looked down and closed his eyes. When he raised his head he covered his eyes and peered through his fingers, “I… uh am, sweetheart.” He bit on his lips, “BUT! After those 2 weeks, I will be home with you for a month.” He kissed your cheek, “So does that compensate?”

You chuckled. “That is completely fine with me. I get to hangout with Hangman and Phoenix all day.” You winked at him.

He smiled and kissed your head, “I am glad you will be able to, baby. I know they’ll take care of you.” He rubbed your belly.

“What will you all be doing. Anyways? If you are allowed to discuss it, because I know how it can be. Navy, missions, top secret. Hush hush.” You shrugged your shoulders.

Hangman laughed, “We are just there to be supervisors over our pilots and the squadron. We will be flight cover when they do their surveillance of the area.”

You raised your eyebrow. “Surveillance? Flight cover?”

Phoenix nodded, “Surveillance of the area. We are the eyes in the sky, y/n. After the uranium plant there has been a lot of ‘tension’ with things. So we are here to protect our own. We are the flight cover if anything goes out of whack.” She tried to explain it to you enough to where you would understand and not freak out.

“This is stuff we do all the time, sweetheart.” He cupped your cheek, “We will be okay.”

“And we are also the best of the damn best, if I can say for myself.” Hangman inserted himself into yours and Braley’s moment.

Bradley chuckled, “We know you are, Seresin. Best one here.” Bradley shook his head as he looked at you. “I love you.” He kissed your nose.

“I love you.” You smiled. “Thank you for letting me know.” You looked at all three of them.

“Of course, we just wanted to make sure you know everything, y/n.” Phoenix leaned forward and rubbed your knee.

“When do you leave, Lieutenant?” You looked up at Bradley.

He pulled your head to his lips and kissed your temple, “End of next week, baby. So, I will be here for your next appointment when I get back to land.” He started to laugh, “I don’t want to miss anymore. I’ve missed enough.” He kissed you again.

~~~~~~~

The week flew by. It was time for Bradley to suit up and be on his way to the boat. He had the truck loaded with his uniforms and clothes for the next two weeks. He didn’t want to wake you as he got ready. After he put his uniform on he came over to your side of the bed and knelt down. He rubbed your head and placed a kiss on your nose. You woke up. He was in his whites.

You sat up slowly and smiled, “You look so handsome, Lieutenant.” You cupped his cheek.

“Thank you, baby.” He whispered to you and he placed his hand on yours. “I’m getting ready to leave. I just wanted to say good-bye before I went.” He kissed your palm over and over again. He took your hand and placed it to his heart. “I’ll see you in 2 week, beautiful. I love you, forever.” He smiled and pulled you in to kiss your lips.

“I love you, always, Bradley.” You rubbed your thumb over his nose.

“I’ll see you soon.” He bent down and kissed your belly twice. He waved as he left out the door. And just like that he was gone, again.

~~~~~

The next two weeks were full of you, Phoenix, Hangman, and Leia time. Phoenix helped you overnight with your belly face masks routine, Hangman helped you set up and get more things for the house, and Leia helped you with decorating the boy’s room.

Leia painted a picture of her and the boys in an F-14 at school. She wanted it to be hung in their room.

“Momma!” Leia came running through the door with Phoenix after school. She was holding a paper in her hand. “Look what I made for my brothers!”

Phoenix called over to you as she closed the door, “Y/n! It is the cutest painting I have ever seen!” She jogged over to you and Leia.

You sat up on the couch and Leia handed you her painting. You gasped, “Oh Leia girl! This is so beautiful!”

Leia bounced on her butt on the cushion next to you. “Do you like it? I made it during our free time today!”

You kissed her cheek, “Baby, I love it!” You looked at her painting with tears in your eyes.

She explained the picture to you, “So that is me in the pilot’s seat.” She pointed to herself. “And that’s my brothers crammed in the back seat as my Wizzos!” She pointed to her brothers.

Phoenix sat next to Leia and laid on her back. “How come your bothers have to be crammed in the back seat, Vapor? How come one can’t have their own plane be be your fly cover?”

Leia shook her head, “No. They have to stay together because I want all of us in the same plane.” She laid her head back against Phoenix’s head.

You laughed, “Do you want to put this in your brothers’ room?” You smiled at Leia and rubbed her cheek.

She jumped up causing Phoenix’s head to fall onto the couch cushion. “YESSS!” She snatched the picture from you and held it up. Just as she did that, Hangman came through the door.

“WOAH. What’s all the commotion. I can hear you outside, Honey.” Hangman kicked off his boots and set down his work duffle bag.

“UNCLE JAKEY!” Leia jumped down from the couch and ran over to him, crashing herself into his abdomen. He let out a huff as she hit him hard.

You and Phoenix looked over and waved to him. “What took you so long, Bagman?” Phoenix called over to him.

He picked up Leia and made his way over to the couch. “I was held up for a little bit. One of our students was nervous for going out on the ship. His first time and he doesn’t know what to expect. So, I talked to him for a minute.” He plopped down with Leia on his lap on one of the single sofa chairs.

Leia practically shoved her picture in Hangman’s face. “Hey what is this, honey?” Hangman grabbed the picture and looked at it. “Oh wow, Is that me?” He pointed to the pilot. “And Phoenix and your daddy crammed in the back?” He started to laugh.

“NO!” She narrowed her eyes at Hangman. “That’s me and my brothers! Momma said we can put it in their room!”

He looked at her with wide eyes, “That is beautiful, honey! Do you want to hang it up right now?” She nodded her head. “Okay let’s go, Vapor girl!” He picked her up and ran with her upstairs.

Hangman called to you and Phoenix downstairs, “Hey do you girls think you could bring up the stud finder. I’m gonna frame her picture and hang it up. I wanna make sure the thing is secure!”

You looked at Phoenix and raised your brows. She helped you up and you went to go and grab the device from the drawer in the kitchen. Phoenix helped you up the stairs. When you got up the stairs, you went to the boys room. You handed Hangman the stud finder.

Hangman slapped the device to his forehead, “Well, will you look at that? This thing works like a charm.” He threw his head back as he laughed.

Phoenix rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, “More like it seems to be broken.” You started to laugh. You felt bad and covered your mouth.

Hangman looked at Phoenix slack jawed, “That is really mean, Nix. You’re hurting my feelings.”

She shook her head at Hangman, “Cry me a river, Bagman.” She laughed and went to help him hang Leia’s painting.

~~~~~~~

The last 2 weeks went by pretty quick. Leia finally finished her kindergarten year. Her graduation would be on Friday and Bradley would be coming home the day before. All of you would thankfully be there to watch her promote to first grade.

After a long 2 weeks of being secluded on a boat and flying, Bradley finally busted through the garage door Thursday late afternoon.

“I’m back, bitches!” He was holding his duffle bag in one hand, his flight suit hanging over his forearm, and he was dressed down in his whites again. He took his hat off as he entered the house.

You were helping Leia try on her gown and little graduation hat. She turned around and took off to her dad. “DADDY!” She held her hat as she ran.

“Oh my beautiful girl! Look at you!” He dropped all his stuff and picked her up, kissing her cheek hard. He pulled at her graduation gown. “My Leia girl, you look so adorable. You’re growing up so fast. Look at you!” He looked at his daughter in awe and gasped. “You are the prettiest girl in the world, do you know that?” He smiled and placed another kiss on her cheek before tickling her stomach.

Bradley set her down and jogged over to you as you used the couch as a leverage to get up. “Let me help you, sweetheart!” Bradley grabbed your arm and helped you up from your knees. He placed his hands on either side of you belly and looked you up and down. “Oh my beautiful, girl. You’re glowing!” His eyes lit up when he looked at you. He started to blush.

You giggled and placed your hands on his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss, “That is just sweat, Lieutenant.” You smiled against the kiss. “I’m so glad you’re safe and home.” You smoothed out his mustache.

“I am too, sweetheart. I missed you so much.” He kissed your lips over and over again.

“Is that Bradshaw I hear?” Hangman came running down the stairs with a smile on his face. He stuck his arms out and ran over to Bradley. He hugged him hard and patted his back harder. “Welcome home, how was it?”

Bradley chuckled, “Not bad. Shittiest part was probably the uncomfortable beds, food, and not having you guys there.” He patted Hangman’s shoulder. “Where is Phoenix?” Bradley look around.

“She’s getting her bag ready for Monday.I’m sure she will be down in a few.” And just like clock work she came running down the stairs.

“Bradshaw!” She jogged over to him and gave him a hug. She patted his shoulder, “So what can I expect?”

Bradley laughed, “Shitty sleep, food, and us not being there. Other than that, not bad.” He smiled and hugged her again. “It’ll go by fast.”

Later that night, you made Bradley’s favorite food. Spinach and tomato pasta with a poached egg with chicken on the side. You made a side cucumber salad and for dessert you were making his favorite, chocolate fudge brownies. Bradley was upstairs cleaning up and putting his things away in his duffle bag. Leia showed him the picture sh made for her brothers and a couple of new things she added to her room. Bradley could smell dinner from her room. His stomach started to growl loudly.

You called for everyone to come and eat. They all came running down the stairs. Hangman was pulling on Bradley’s shirt so he could get in front of him, "Me first Bradshaw, I'm fucking starving!"

Bradley was pushing Hangman in a hurry for food that was finally home cooked and not some bland boat food. "My house, my wife, hurry the hell up, Bagman. I thought you could never be slow!"

Hangman stopped briefly on the stairs and looked at Bradley, "You take that back, chicken boy."

Bradley laughed and pushed Hangman back into the wall to get past him. "Not a chance, board game!"

Phoenix trailed behind carrying Leia. The girls looked at each other and shook their heads. at the same time they rolled their eyes, "Boys..."

Bradley came over to you and kissed your cheek.

“Smells amazing, sweetheart. What’s the special occasion?” He wrapped his arms around your belly and looked at what you had prepared, “Whaaaat? Spinach and tomato pasta with a poached egg, chicken on the side, AND you made a side cucumber salad? What the heck, baby!”

You giggled, “Celebrate you coming home, my love.” You turned around and kissed his nose.

He nuzzled into your ear, “Mmmm, can this be everyday?” He nipped at your ear and you scrunched your neck at the tickling sensation. “Can I have momma for dessert then?” He kissed your ear.

“Ew, That’s disgusting. We are right here, Rooster.” Hangman gagged.

Leia chimed in with her hands on her hips looking just like Bradley. “That’s cannibalism, daddy. You can’t eat mommy!” She had a frown. God she was literally Bradley’s twin.

Phoenix agreed with Leia, “Yea, Daddy Rooster. That’s cannibalism.” She shook her head and laughed at Bradley.

Bradley looked at you and then back to them. “She can be edible sometimes, sweetheart.” Bradley winked at Hangman and Phoenix. Hangman cringed and Phoenix rolled her eyes.

“I am suddenly not hungry.” Hangman placed his hands over his eyes. “I’m having horrible flashbacks to the whale calling.” He shook his head in his hands.

Leia shook her head slowly at you and Bradley, “I guess daddy is a cannibal. That’s sick. You’re making Uncle Jake think about whales.” Poor babe was so clueless.

Bradley laughed and walked over to Leia kissing her head, “The less you know the better, Vapor girl.” Bradley walked up to Hangman and slapped his chest. “Make sure to wear ear protection tonight.” He chuckled and Hangman shuttered thinking about the last time he didn’t.

“Like I said then, I say again. I should have just stayed at the barracks.”

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With everyone taking turns with going on slight deployments, that means you will have more time to get to bond with everyone more! How do you think it will be managing these 2 week turns? Also, Are you excited for our little Leia's graduation 🥹 We made it thorough the first year! 😭 I'll see you all in the next chapter! 🫶🏼

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through the hourglass 108. brb x oc

a/n: SO I LOST HALF OF THIS CHAPTER BEFORE POSTING THAT'S NOT COOL I WANT TO CRY

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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“Are you sure you are okay?”

Beatrice smiles over her shoulder to where Rooster was, leaning his body against the bathroom’s door frame with a subtle frown on his face, “Can you call in sick? Penny wouldn’t mind, would she?”

“Well,I could if I had time and Penny could call someone now. But I’m feeling a bit better, the water helped, especially iced water.” she says while pulling her hair up in a bun and checking her reflection in the mirror, pulling her lip balm to spread over her lips, “Besides, I’m sure it was just because of the chili, nothing more.”

“Hm…”

“I’m okay,Roos.”

He pushes himself off the threshold to walk behind her, his arms immediately slipping around her waist and his chin propped on her shoulder, with his lips kissing the patch of visible skin that peeked from under her Led Zeppelin shirt. She just smiles at their reflection, even more when he looks up to meet her eyes in the mirror, “This brings back memories.” he murmurs, kissing underneath her jaw, “Really nice ones.”

Beatrice’s cheeks flushed red as she immediately recalled what he was talking about, before they flew off to Palermo and moments after they said yes to each other. “Roos…” she warns fondly, feeling his lips trail up her neck and up her ear, “I-I can’t stay…”

“What if,” he says between kisses, “I call Penny and say that an emergency happened?”

“Emergency?”

“Yeah, there’s something in your husband’s pants and you need to stay to help him get rid of it.”

Beatrice sputters a laugh that’s so melodic it makes Rooster laugh himself, muffling some of it against her neck and bringing her closer to his chest, “I don’t think she’d like that.” she whispered, caressing the side of his face once he looks up again, their eyes meeting one more time, “...do you really miss me that much when I’m gone?”

He chuckles softly, “I always do.” he says sincerely, rubbing his face against her neck like a big cat to catnip, inhaling the lavender embedded to her skin, “Not seeing you is a pain in the ass, but Nikki keeps me distracted enough.”

“...are you going to be one of those husbands…who will always be outside waiting for me, even when we are both old and white haired?”

“And with a cane.” he adds, “Course I will,what sort of husband would I be if I didn’t do that to my gorgeous wife?” her smile turns shy when he says it, so he kisses her cheek again, “You are not getting rid of me, gorgeous. Ever.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Good.”

Beatrice laughs again, turning around in his hold to cup his cheeks and kiss him sweetly, “I gotta go.” she whispers against his mouth, smiling when he makes a sound of disappointment, “Do you want to take me or should I drive there?”

“You are not feeling that great.” he mutters,kissing her lips quickly, “Me and Nikki can take you.” Beatrice smiles more, leaning her head back to look up at him, “I don’t mind.”

“I know you don’t.” she says, rubbing his cheekbones with her thumbs, “Are you going to grab her? I’ll wait for you here.”

“Will do,gorgeous.” he kisses her one last time, this one a bit more deeper than the others, just enough to make her humm in surprise and quickly slap on the shoulder. He chuckles at her beet red face, giving her an innocent shrug and a wink as he backs out of the bathroom towards Nicole’s nursery.

He shouldn’t be surprised to see their little daughter sitting in her crib, she’s been doing that a lot, with her light eyes squinting because she just woke up from her nap, “Hey,Birdie.” he coos, making the little baby look over at him, her hair in all directions because of how she slept, “Hi, sweetie. Did you sleep well?” Nicole just let out an annoyed little whine, rubbing one small fist over her eye, “Come on, let’s get ready to take mama to work and then we are going to spend the night together.”

Nicole yawned when he placed her on his chest, her soft cheek pressed against the muscle on his shoulder and her eyes blinking hard to stay open, “Don’t worry, you can sleep when we get to the car,” he stops moving when she whines, her little arm reaching for the colorful monkey in her crib, “Right, sorry Birdie.” the tinkling gets louder when he picks it up and hands it over to her, smiling as his daughter immediately chews on it, “Are you already teething?”

He gently pries her mouth open to check if there was anything out of the ordinary, only for his daughter to ‘bite’ his thumb with her gums, “I don’t see anything, but you are six months old already, so there’s a chance they’ll show up soon,huh?” she just kept chewing his finger because it was clearly more fun than her monkey toy.

He didn’t mind it, after all it wasn’t hurting him…yet. The second she gets those teeth…that’s a different story, “Come on, let’s see if mama is done.”

“Mama.”

“Yes,mama, mama is getting ready for work.”

“Wok…mama.” he blinked when he hears her almost say the word correctly, “Wok?” she shakes her little monkey at him, “Wok.”

“Mama has work- are you expanding your vocabulary right now?”

Was his daughter a prodigy?

Nicole just kept on nomming his finger instead of replying with any other vocalization, deciding that her father’s hand was a better chew toy than her colorful monkey ever was. But he just ignored because as long she was having fun everything was okay, plus it wasn’t hurting…it was just…wet. Bradley looks back at Nicole when she tries to chew on his knuckle, “Okay, okay,alright,Birdie,” he pulls his hand back only for her to whine in complaint, “Listen,I know I’m your dad…but I’m not a teething toy.”

“Dada!”

“No, you can’t bite me!”

And her eyes filled with tears, her little hands reaching for his own as she hiccuped a gentle sob, “Oh,no, no, no no! No, no, don't cry! Don’t cry,” he curses under his breath, then brings his hand up to her lips again, Nicole’s gentle whining stopped and she continued chewing on his curled finger, as if it was her own pacifier, “...you are just like your mother, you two have me in your hands.”

“What’s that?”

Rooster turns when Beatrice shows up on the door, her back slung on her shoulder, head tilted and brows furrowed when she sees his hand being chewed by their daughter, “Um…” she laughs softly pointing at the scene, “What’s going on over there?”

“Apparently our daughter thinks I am a much better toy than any other that she has.” he says, completely serious with his six months old chewing on his finger as if it was the most casual thing that ever happened, “And she doesn’t want to let me go.” he pauses, “And there’s drool all over me but I don’t care.”

“I can see it.” Beatrice laughs, stepping into the room and smiling when Nicole’s eyes dart to hers, her daughter giggling while keeping Rooster’s finger inside her mouth, “Oh you are such a cutie! You can’t be chewing daddy’s hand like that!” Beatrice waits until Nicole lets go of his hand to pick her from his hold, “Because soon enough you’ll have teeth and baby teeth can be complicated.” she frowns a bit, “Especially when I breastfeed you.”

“Ouch.” Rooster mutters, “I’m going to wash my hand really quickly.”

“That’s okay.”

He kisses her forehead before walking around her, only to stop at the threshold, “You are okay,right?” his brows furrow with worry and Beatrice feels her heart soar, “If you do, you can call me and I’ll pick you up.”

“I know Roos.” she smiles, “I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, yes,I’m sure Brad.” he still stood by the door for a few seconds, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk and he walked away. Beatrice only smiled while bouncing Nicole in her arms, this time she was chewing on her rubber monkey instead of anything else within her reach.

Beatrice’s nausea was partially gone, it was much better than before, it was just a little discomfort that often passed whenever she had water. She was feeling better and didn’t want Rooster to worry - which was hard, all things considered - and just wanted to go to the bar and work until she had to leave.

It’d definitely help ease her mind.

She looks back up when she hears the tinkle of keys and his footsteps approaching the door, “Ready?” he asks and she nods, “Good, come on then.” he waits for the two at the door, kissing her cheek and Nicole’s head, smiling brightly when his little girl immediately turned her head to look at him, keeping him in her sights as her mother walked down the stairs.

Nicole’s cheeks looked so much fuller when she smiled and her eyelids almost swallowed her light eyes with how happy she was. Beatrice peeked at their daughter briefly, then at him, “I know,Birdie, daddy is lovely to look at.’

Rooster ‘hms’ amusedly, “So is mama.”

“She’s looking at you now.” and as if on cue,Nicole looked at Beatrice with the same happy look, “Oh you are just so cute,huh?” Nicole vocalized happily, clapping her little hands the best that she could as they got to the first floor.

As they said goodbye to the dogs, Rooster unlocked the car so Beatrice could put Nicole in her seat, “Alright, do you want me to pick you up?”

“Oh, there’s no need,Roos. Shells can take me.”

‘You sure?”

She knew that tone, looking back at him with a knowing smile, “Yes, my darling husband.” she coos, draping her arms around his neck, “I’m very sure.” she kisses his lips a few times, giggling at the sweet pecks he gave right back, “Don’t worry about me.”

“Hmmm, gonna try my best.” he mutters against her lips, breaking every part of his sentence with a kiss, ‘But I,” kiss “Can’t,” kiss, “Help it.”

She laughs even more, kissing him one final time and stepping away from Rooster’s body, “I’ll be okay.” she smiles, “If I don’t feel good I’ll give you a call.”

“Penny would hate it if I just called nonstop,huh?”

“She would.” she smiles, watching as he opens the passenger door for her, “Maybe even forbid you from coming to the bar,” she says as she places her bag inside and then sits down, her husband’s arm holding his whole body up against the door. His smile falter for a second, just as his mouth parts in a retort.

“She wouldn’t…right?”

“If you distract me,which…you do most of the time,” Bea grins, “Too much then yeah, she would. You talk as if you didn’t know how Penny is.”

Rooster furrows his brows and pouts his lips ever so slightly, waiting until Beatrice was fully inside to close the door and walk to the driver’s side, “Hypothetically.” he says as soon as he sits down, making his wife grin and Nicole babble happily behind them, “How many calls would that take?” Beatrice tilted her head at him, “I mean,I’m just curious because what if it’s three? Or four?”

“Roos.”

“It’s not my fault.” the garage door slowly opens to reveal the outside, “I mean, come on, you aren’t feeling well,” Beatrice leans her hand against her cheek as he speaks, numbering out the reasons why it’d be okay for him to call the bar, “If you aren’t feeling well I can call you maybe…twice?” he drawls out the word just to see his wife grinning even more, “Twice wouldn’t be enough to kick me out.”

“That depends how long you’d end up talking to me.”

“I mean, it wouldn’t be too long, maybe two hours.”

“Two hours?! Roos!” she laughs with surprise, gently shoving his shoulder, “You can’t talk to me for two hours.” but she knew he could if he so desired, especially because they never see the time go by when they were chatting at all, “Okay, maybe you could…but that would be too long and it’d cover more than half of my shift at the bar!”

Rooster huffs almost indignantly, tapping his ring finger against the steering wheel as they wait for the light to turn green, “I mean…yeah, you are right. But you promise me you’ll call if you feel sick.”

“I do.” she holds up her pinky finger, “Pinky promise.”

He stares at her smaller hand with a slow grin spreading over his lips, shaking his head while laughing and hooking his larger digit against her own, “Good.” and he kisses her one more time before he drove off to the bar.

Luckily the parking area was empty every time Beatrice went to work, so he could park really close to the Hard Deck and make it easier for her when she walked out. “Okay, I’m going to go.” she grabs her bag from the floor, looking back to check on Nikki and playfully wiggle her small foot, “You have a good time with dada,okay? I’m sure you’ll nap a lot together.”

“Hey…that’s not all we do.” he retorts, “We play and nap,thankyouverymuch.”

Beatrice offered him a gentle eye roll before she checked her bag’s contents, “Well, okay,I’ll go now…and you’ll be okay,right? Not worrying about me too much.”

“Gonna try my absolute best,gorgeous.”

She grins before meeting his lips in a kiss, “Okay,’ she whispers, leaning back only for Rooster to follow her lips and snatch another peck from her, “Rooster! Don’t start,I’m already partially late.” she dares one look towards the entrance only to see Shells’ face poking out from behind the doors, “See?”

“One more.” he coos, “One last one, before you go.”

“You are terrible.” but she’s laughing,cupping his face between her hands and kissing him quickly, adding one more for good measure, “Okay, okay now I’m going to go.” she laughs at his dopey smile and at the way he leaned his body against the seat, almost as if he was absolutely soft because of their kissing.

Beatrice stops by the door, holding onto the edge with her face going a soft red, “I love you,Roos.”

Rooster’s smile widens, “I love you too,gorgeous. Have a nice night at work.” he watches as she waves her hand to Nikki one last time before closing the door and walking towards the bar. He could hear Shells’ saying something and then playfully jabbing Beatrice’s shoulder repeatedly and laughing, cackling before looking back at Rooster.

He waits until both are inside the bar to sigh and lean back on his seat, “Alright,” he turns to face Nikki,”Time to go,Nikki.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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chaptersonetoinfinity · 1 month ago

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You asked me, so I ask back <3

11, 20, 41, 69 and 74, if it's okay for you.

Thank you for the ask, Vil! Your curiosity is ALWAYS okay with me <3

Fanfiction Writing Asks

11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

Oh, I bunny-hop like there’s no tomorrow when I’m drafting. I might have fully drafted scenes that will take place 20 chapters from now, while my upcoming chapter is still missing half of its scenes. Heck, a lot of times I jump around within one scene while I’m writing, too. I’ll have an idea of how to end the section so I’ll press “enter” a bunch of times and write the last paragraph when I’m only halfway through, then go back and fill in the middle part. Then in my second draft, I might even switch my paragraphs around, or move a sentence I like into a later paragraph where it will “pack more of a punch”.

20. Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics?

My favorite setup is Canon Divergence, which is technically an AU but is usually set in the canon world (unless the divergence involves world-hopping).

That said, I’m a huge fan of worldbuilding, and it’s often what draws me into a series before I get attached to the characters (e.g. the intricate magic system in Black Clover), so I’d prefer to write fics set in the canon world, at least, or an AU where the magic is slightly different but still there. I guess the best answer I can give is “I like to write canon AUs the most” :P

41. Who’s your favorite character you’ve written?

So I can never pick just one favorite character in a series, but I do have certain “favorites” to write for (in terms of POV). In general, I’d say I prefer to write from POVs of characters who have a lot of attitude, whether that’s internal or external.

The most recent examples I have are Mereoleona with her brash temper, or Yuno with his sarcasm (both internally and externally XD). Yami is turning out pretty delightful too, because of how he makes fun of everything and breaks the fourth wall. Charlotte and Noelle POVs have also been “easy” for me to adapt to because they’re very no-nonsense and judgy (for better or worse) so I just channel my inner Hermione Granger.

And any character who’s notably passionate—Cyrus and his all-encompassing green thumb made me love him so much more when I wrote from his POV, even if I had ten Google tabs open about random plants. So I’ll probably enjoy writing Fuegoleon’s POV as well when I get there. In comparison, I have a harder time writing from the minds of characters who are very “uncertain” or repressed in terms of their thoughts and decisions, or those who aren't as notably opinionated. William Vangeance's POV will be a hell of a challenge!

69. What are your favorite fics at the moment?

Again, I have a hard time picking favorites (exhibit 1, the previous response where I picked like 8 “favorites”, LOL). It’s been a while since I’ve binged fics, but I have a feeling that your “The Scent of Lavender” and “Revenge of the Bride” will be right up on my list! Also FFAC, the Zobra collab from @f-oighear and @kalolasfantasyworld (yes, I’m referring to it by the acronym because it sounds like “fuck”). And I read a oneshot from @wildflowerwoodsworld which tickled my fancy recently, so I have a feeling I’ll enjoy their other works, too.

I’ll keep my to-read list a secret. so other authors on my radar can have a nice surprise when I get around to their fics and unleash myself in their comments sections! And I’m sure countless things from my to-read list will end up as my favorite fics, too :)

74. Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

I’ll be real, no matter how much love my fics already got, I would ALWAYS love (ha!) for them to get more love. And I tend to veer toward niche topics (and ships), so I never know exactly what the reception will be like, and the surprise is part of the fun of posting by this point, haha. Maybe it’s because what I want to read for “bigger” ships (ships with more fics) have already been written, so I’m content to read what others wrote, and my ideas are filling a “void” in my imagination that only my own chaos can fulfill!

All that is to say, I’m very “glass half full” about any interaction (I happy-screech over any love I get!), while I’d also love for anything I write to get more love <3 But since my heart is fully invested in Scarlet Cross (a Black Clover Canon Divergence and Gender Changes AU!) at the moment, I’ll choose that as my final answer!

#ask game #sas rambles #vilandel

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steele-soulmate · 7 months ago

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 604, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1069

“Mommy, what’s going on with Baby Tommy’s face?” Elizabeth wondered, finishing up her slice of veggie pizza.

I looked at my son and my stomach dropped- the entire right side of the little man’s face had dropped comically, reminding me of when my Grandma Bradley suffered a stroke at a nice restaurant Italian one time.

“Peter…” I tittered nervously, taking up my cell phone and then snapping a picture.

RYLEY, IS THIS SOMETHING TO BE CONERNED OVER?

“Sweetheart, I’m taking Baby Tommy to the urgent care clinic,” he informed me, wiping at his mouth as the chubby little man clenched and opened up his fists.

PING

I glanced down at my cell phone.

GET BABY TOMMY TO A DOCTOR- RIGHT NOW

“Do you want me to come with you, my love?” I tittered, standing and setting my plate onto the bed to be taken care of.

“Mama!” slurred Baby Tommy, reaching out for me with tears of fear shining in his eyes.

Fifteen minutes later, the entire family had been packed into the Doom Buggy 3.0 and Peter was tearing off towards the urgent care clinic.

“Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, little round tummy,” I was singing at Peter sped into the clinic parking lot. “Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, kiss kiss kiss.”

“Jesus fuck-” Peter swore at he took in the obviously closed clinic. “Hang tight now everyone- I’m going to Mercy Memorial.”

I was gripping at a lightly fussing Baby Tommy in my arms, the entire car silent before-

WHOOP WHOOP

“Jesus fuck-” Peter swore as he skidded off to the side of the road, rolling his window down and sticking his head out of the window. “Officer, help! My son is having a medical emergency!”

The fear in my soulmate voice made the hair on the back of my neck stand straight up as the cops in the car raced over.

“I think Baby Tommy is having a stroke,” I sobbed out, removing him from my chest and showing them his droopy face.

“Where are you taking him?”

“Mercy Memorial,” Peter answered in a clipped tone. “I have a niece who is a doctor there.”

“Okay, tell you what I’m going to do- I am going to lead the way and clear the roads for you to follow behind, okay?”

“Yay yay!” babbled Baby Tommy, cranky as he tried to blink his one eye but found that he couldn’t do so. “Yay yay!”

“Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, little round tummy,” I hummed as Peter took the parking brake off. “Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, kiss kiss kiss.”

“Hang tight now everyone,” Peter muttered before taking off.

Wah… wah… wah… whimpered Baby Toddy before erupting into a sudden WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH…

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… screamed little girl, Baby Mattie, Baby Teddy, Baby Jojo, Baby Eve and Baby Noah, all the babies crying their heads in perfect unison off as Peter peeled off behind the whooping police car.

With the help of the police, we arrived at the hospital, where Peter threw the Doom Buggy 3.0 into a random parking spot, sending me off inside to get help for Baby Tommy.

I flew inside and was met almost at once by Ryley, who then brought us back and took the chubby little man into the back for an MRI. I was allowed to accompany to terrified little man and hold him as the scan was conducted.

“Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, little round tummy,” I sang as the machine spun and whirled around the both of us. “Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, kiss kiss kiss.”

“Kiss kiss kiss…” fussed Baby Tommy, having been tightly swaddled in a warmed green hospital blankie. “Mommy, mesies kiss kissies kiss kissie kiss kiss?”

I chuckled, brushing my lips against his little baby ear.

“Kiss kiss kiss,” I cooed at him as we both were ushered into an examination room, where Peter and the other kids were waiting for us. “My love-”

“Sweetheart.” Peter collected the both of us and pressed me holding our son tight to his chest.

THUD THUMP

Elizabeth and Katie were both sitting in the other two chairs in the room, the casted girl’s leg in her younger sister’s lap. The babies were all moseying about the room, babbling softly as they babied their way around the small exam room.

KNOCK KNOCK

Peter and I both looked up as Ryley entered, her face easy and relaxed, signaling that Baby Tommy was alright.

“Hihi there!” she greeted everyone, Baby Jojo tugging on her pant leg before throwing her arms up in a clear demand to be picked up and cuddled. “Well, I have good news- Baby Tommy didn’t have a stroke, but he has Bell’s Palsy.”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY…” screamed the babies joyfully, Baby Jojo seizing Ryley’s glasses and shaking them happily.

“Uh… excuse you!” Ryley shot the tiny baby a patronizing look as Peter tossed his head back and let out a noisy guffaw of mirth.

“Fuk,” Baby Jojo giggled happily, refusing to let go of her cousin’s eyeglasses.

“OH NO BABY JOJO NOT YOU TOO!”

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chidoroki · 2 years ago

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182 Days of TPN - Day 69

Chapter 69 (nice): “Introduction”

The upcoming battle is the most shonen-like arc in the entire series and I’ll never understand why the second season thought it was okay to remove it. Of course seeing the kids fight back against sinister demons with weapons is a big highlight, but so is seeing a whole different side of our usually sweet Emma. She’s come to hate demons ever since the night of Conny’s shipment, but just the way she’s drawn throughout these chapters.. man, that’s true anger.

MY BELOVED GOLDY POND RESISTANCE CHILDREN! Aaahh, they’re all so interesting and I love each of their designs. There’s so much more I wanna see and learn about them.. I would’ve given anything to see them animated.

I remember very clearly the time I showed this panel of Oliver to the friend who recommended TPN to me during my first read-through of the manga and I had said something along the lines of how pretty this boy was and that I already liked him.. their response was simply “I knew it.” Pfftt, apparently my tastes were very predictable.

At least their farm IDs are in a more convenient place to stay hidden. I still don’t think I could decipher the logic behind Grand Valley’s coding system even if I tried.

Early chapters of Nigel make him look like such a little gremlin.

I like how they all try to look intimidating in this panel yet only Oliver and Zack really manage to pull it off. The others look kinda awkward.

Okay, so he may have just one or two screws loose, but it’s reasonable. Still a very nice young lad 99% of the time.

“We are merely his hands and legs,” Well yeah, because Lucas is missing one whole arm and one of his legs is a bit messed up.

Aka: the nice bunker dad. Thankfully Emma recognizes the name and makes the connection to the shelter’s wall and Yuugo’s outburst.

Favorite panel/moment:

The way Violet slaps Emma out of the panel then proceeds to drag her back in.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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It’s Friday, innit? I am back with more reading!

Somebody Like You by @jayne89 had me weeping. Wow. This is definitely a different kind of fic. Blaine was married to Sebastian, but Sebastian died, and now he remarried Kurt. Sebastian leaves a message for Kurt and I was on the floor.

And just when I’m about to pick myself up, Kelly absolutely drop kicks me back to the ground with Broken Glass: Just A Little, which is the second part of the season 6 rewrite. Ouchies ouchies! I’m excited to see where it is heading.

Okay, let’s get off the angst train. Staircases by KCgleek on AO3 is a new fic by a new writer! I’m always excited when people join the fandom after its peak.

There is also some cool canon divergence in Just Married! Surprise! by Canttalkgrounded on AO3. I wish Klaine and Brittana had this kind of wedding instead of the canon one.

More cute stuff! @cerriddwenluna is writing a sequel to Swipe called When It’s Right, It’s Right. Yay! Gwen, I am obsessed with the series title being called Swiper, No Swiper!

@rockitmans also started a Valentine’s fic called Blaine Anderson vs. Valentine’s Day and it is off to a hilarious start. Blaine, you’re a freaking mess.

You know who else is a mess? Simon Snow in Prejudice, Jealousy & Things You Feel When You Don’t Know You’re Queer by @boyinjeans. I am obsessed with Simon in this story. And how he realises he’s queer and goes “that makes sense, let’s kiss Baz”. Also, Basil, I recognise your AO3 name and icon from a comment you left!!1 WHAT’S POPPIN LGBTs!

I also read for not one but two (2) new fandoms this week! paint me in trust by @a-tiny-sloth is the first Radio Silence fic I’ve read. It’s a friendship fic and I am so happy! I looked into the Radio Silence tag as a preparation for my own Radio Silence fic and I am so glad I did.

I also stumbled into the Torchwood fic world! Wow! I never even watched Torchwood (long story)! I was scrolling through the Doctor Who & Related Fandoms tag to see how many people write The Sarah Jane Adventures fic (not many) and I saw the premise of For this Day, For this Moment by Lottiethroughthelookingglass on AO3. The first 6 chapters are up and it is so good! Jack and Ianto accidentally get a kid (look, it makes sense within the story) and UH OH what now?

Since we established last week that I count Zelda AUs as fanfiction, I cannot NOT mention everyone’s favourite dilf dadlink by @pluviatrix. I am so obsessed with this AU. I even got a 69% score on the lore quiz (nice)! For the ones out of the know: the Legend of Zelda games are on one big confusing timeline that spans thousands of years. The reason there are so many Links and Zeldas and Ganons is because of a whole reincarnation thing bla bla what’s important to know is that this means that fans can also make their own AUs and their own Link, Zelda and Ganon. This one is basically two stories in one: Zelda and Link defeating The Big Bad (I support gay rights, I also support gay wrongs) and then Link quits at the ripe age of 20, has a one-fifth life crisis, and then has a kid with Pherse, only for more shit to happen and Pherse goes missing, so Link and his baby Fen need to find her. I love all the original characters (Ishka my beloved) and I specifically love the relationship between this Link and Zelda.

For non-fic news, I read I Wish You All The Best by Mason Deaver, in Dutch, and Maybe In Another Life by Taylor Jenkins Reid. Both were nice. I do not know how many fics I’ll read next week, because I borrowed 8 books from the library and I now have 17 books at home. We shall see.

#fic rec friday #tagged in

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dailyaudiobible · 1 year ago

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9/27/2023 DAB Transcript pt1

Isaiah 51:1-53:12, Ephesians 5:1-33, Psalm 69:19-36, Proverbs 24:7

Today is the 27th day of September, welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I am Brian. It is wonderful to be here with you today, as we gather again and it's so nice to gather again. It's so nice to look forward to just being together every day in spirit, as we take this journey. So, it is wonderful, as it is every day to be here around the Global Campfire taking our next step forward, and the next step leads us back into the book of Isaiah. We are, we are in the back half of Isaiah moving towards its conclusion. Today, Isaiah chapter 51, 52 and 53.

Commentary:

Okay so, in the book of Isaiah today, we read a very, very famous passage. It is a passage of Scripture that is a foretelling of the coming Messiah, the Savior. And so, I quote from Isaiah, “but he was wounded for our transgressions, crushed for our iniquities, upon him was the punishment that made us whole and by his bruises we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray. We have all turned our own way and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all.” So that prophecy depicting Jesus lets us know that what Paul is telling us in Ephesians about the...the greatness, the overwhelming greatness of this faith, and this salvation, that this came at a very high price and that realization should humble us and pull us forward into Jesus. Paul says it like this in our reading from today, “therefore be imitators of God.” Like, we should just stop there for a second, we, we, we read verses and get their meanings. But if we slow down, what if be imitators of God, as beloved children, just that right there. That’s mind blowing. That’s mind-blowing stuff. Children of God, imitators of God. This is given to us as a gift that came at a great price and was given to us for free. And so often we live our lives just grabbing whatever we can get and whatever we need as entitled children of God, instead of humbled children of God who are so deeply grateful. So aware of how fortunate we actually are.

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Those Warm and Halcyon Days: Chapter 69

A Toast to the Dead

(Also: Nice...)

Ao3.

First, Previous, Next.

Story under read-more.

Mead is sticky. It’s sugary-sweet as it washes Veery’s mouth and leaves behind a saccharine film when he gulps it down. He’s long used to the burn of alcohol, though he doesn’t have much tolerance, and this isn’t even the strong stuff. Past the honey of the drink, he hardly notices.

Veery is not very fond of sweets. Not like Lysithea is, anyway. It’s not that he dislikes them, he just doesn’t care overmuch about the flavor of what he puts in his mouth. Too many bitter roots and stalks in the dead of winter leave him hardened to such things, and overall more concerned with more important matters than taste.

“This is where you’d take this thing off my hands.” Veery mutters, the Albinean words heavy on his tongue as he throws back another large gulp. Much more of this and he will actually get drunk.

As if summoned, a hand does appear to take the mug from Veery’s weak hold. It’s rougher than Caub ever would do it, but there’s still a painful throbbing in Veery’s chest as the mug slips from his fingers. Tears come up without being called, without even any reason. It’s just a little too familiar.

But this is not Caub. Caub is dead. This is some asshole taking his mead because they think Veery is drinking himself through the grief, not understandingly picking up the leftovers that Veery knows he won’t be able to handle.

They do have good timing, though. It’s exactly when Veery would have given up the mug to Caub in any other situation. That only makes the tightness around Veery’s heart constrict.

“So, this is your plan?” Sharp words from a sharp tongue cut into Veery.

He glares at Felix. Veery just wants to be alone. He wouldn’t even be out here where he risks being found if he could figure out how to get the mead out of the city without causing a scene. And Felix… of everyone Veery might feel okay seeing right now, Felix is nowhere close to the list.

They were never close. Why start now?

Rougher even than he has the mug taken from him, Veery snatches the thing back, growling deep in his chest. A whole mug of this size may be more than Veery can handle without feeling the alcohol, but he doesn’t give a shit if he gets buzzed. He won’t get so drunk that he can’t defend himself, and that’s what matters.

Besides, where does Felix get off pretending he cares?

Surprisingly, Felix doesn’t try to fight him. He just heaves a frustrated sigh as the mead is taken back and crosses his arms. “What happened to surviving?” Felix snaps. “You think this is going to keep you alive?” That quick temper is a big reason why the two don’t talk much, and Veery doesn’t appreciate it any more now than he usually does.

He’s just not intimidated by it anymore. “Fuck you,” Veery hisses. “You don’t get to preach to me. Go scare some kids, or whatever you do for fun. Just leave me alone.”

Veery sees Felix’s muscles tense, as if he’s going to reach out to strike him, and he keeps his guard up in turn, eyeing Felix warily, but in the end it’s not necessary. Felix sighs again and his demeanor changes. It relaxes. Slouches, even. “Look,” Felix says. His voice isn’t any softer, or kinder, but there’s an edge of… tiredness under it that Veery thinks he understands very well. “I get it. Caub’s dead. How do you think I felt after Glenn died? After Ingrid? Or Dimitri? I’ve got more reasons than many to drink myself under the table.”

That’s true. Veery may not know Felix well, but he knows Sylvain. He knows that those two, along with Ingrid and Dimitri, practically grew up together. He knows things are – or, were – complicated, but he also knows that Felix loves them all no matter how reluctant he is to show it. Sylvain is very sure about that fact.

And Veery also knows that Rodrigue is Felix’s father. He can only imagine that the same sentiments shared about Caub apply to Glenn, considering how he died.

“This is war,” Felix says. “Every one of us has lost someone we care for.”

Veery can’t just listen to this. He knows his next move is a mean thing to do. He knows, because he’s feeling the pain of it right this very moment, because he still can’t quite breathe, or move, or see much more than red. But Veery doesn’t know any other way to get Felix to shut up and leave him alone right now, so he raises his mug, finds Felix’s eyes, and can’t keep the bitter mockery from his voice when he says, “He died well.”

Felix freezes, eyes wide like a startled deer. Then, his whole body trembles and he snarls, “So, what?”

Ha. Veery’s sentiments exactly.

So what?

Felix doesn’t leave, and that sucks all the last remaining fight out of Veery. He just slumps in his seat.

“Do you want to know the worst part?” Veery rubs furiously at his eyes, but surprisingly, Felix just stands and listens. “When your father said that to me? He’s right. Caub died with his axe in his hand, fighting to protect someone he loved, and something he believed in. That’s… that’s how he wanted to die.”

After a long, pregnant silence, Felix slips onto the bench beside Veery. “…That’s stupid.”

Veery can only laugh bitterly. It is. So what if he dies gloriously? He’s still dead. “That’s Albinea. All the humans there are like that. Caub was… if someone told him before he died that that’s how he was going to go… he would have been proud.” He was proud. The damn idiot did see it coming and still chose to die that way.

Felix closes his eyes and breathes out gently. With uncharacteristic quiet, he says, “I know.”

They sit once more in silence.

Veery frowns at the mead in his hands. He can’t pretend that the temptation to just drink and drink isn’t there. At least until his chest doesn’t hurt so much. The real truth of the matter is that, if no one does stop him, he might just do that.

But someone does, and it drags Veery, however unwillingly, out of his own thoughts enough to realize that Felix does know. No one in their army is more qualified to talk to Veery about this than Felix, really. That doesn’t make it hurt any less, but Felix knows that just as well.

“Don’t worry,” Veery says, breaking the silence. “I’m not going to get any more.” He swirls the rest of the mead, watching as it turns in his mug. “It just… feels appropriate to do this.”

Felix snorts, apparently understanding. “Albineans.”

Veery can’t muster any humor, but Felix isn’t laughing, either. “Albineans,” he agrees, rolling his eyes.

He’s not lying about this being a way to honor Caub, but… nonetheless, this is an escape. This is him sitting still. He… wants to sit still a while longer. Veery thinks he can afford to, but he’s terrified that he can’t. If he sits still too long, the world will move on without him and he will perish.

Possibly the only thing Veery knows with certainty in this moment is that Caub wouldn’t want that.

So, now he must walk a tightrope, to take the time he needs to rest while still moving forward and surviving. He needs… to do what he does best, he supposes. To focus on himself, care for himself, and walk. That’s what he does in the wilds of Albinea, and that’s what will keep him alive now, when it feels so impossible to continue.

“To a glorious death. Skál.” Veery raises the mug and downs the rest. It’s several thick gulps, but he chugs it in one go and slams the mug down on the table more forcefully than he intends. The mead doesn’t burn, but his throat feels seared regardless.

A glorious death. A good death. Albineans really are stupid. There is no such thing as a good death.

Felix is eyeing Veery. There’s no pity – which is almost a blessing at this point – but it’s obvious that he doesn’t know where to go from here, as if he doesn’t expect to get this far and now has no more plan. Not that Veery is any better.

Still, something burns in Veery. Something hot and gross and angry and it bubbles up inside him, filling him to the brim, and Veery knows that too much of anything needs an output, and he doesn’t know exactly what it is he’s feeling yet, or why, but he’s at least present enough to identify possible ways to work through it until he can find the time and energy to think about it more clearly

Well, Veery knows he’s pissed at Rodrigue, for one, but that’s only a small fraction of everything inside of him right now.

…Felix does look an awful lot like his father. He’ll probably hate it if Veery points that out, but he does.

“Hey,” Veery says.

Felix huffs. “What?”

“…You want to spar?”

Felix raises his brow. “You’re asking me to spar? Are you more drunk than you look? You hate fighting.”

Veery’s eyes drop back to the mug on the table. “…I need to move. If I let myself wallow too long, I’m not sure I’ll be able to get back up again.”

“…I won’t go easy on you.”

Veery snorts. “Good.” Maybe Veery wants to pretend he gets to hit Rodrigue. Maybe it’s better for him if he can’t afford even that much distraction. All he knows is that he needs to move. A long time ago, Veery has to survive all on his own. Five years ago, Professor Byleth has all of the academy caring for her. Can… can Veery ask this of Felix? Can he ask for help to move past this?

He feels like he shouldn’t. His pride protests, but… if he has to do this alone… he’s not sure he’s going to make it. So, he has to do what he must to survive, right? Even if that means finding help. He’s a prideful cat, but he’s never let pride stop him from surviving before. Not without something nefarious influencing his mind. “Make me keep fighting,” Veery begs. Not fighting the war. Not fighting in battle, though that may be the way Felix interprets it. Fighting to stay alive. “Please.”

Felix searches Veery’s face, and Veery doesn’t know what he’s looking for or what he finds, but whatever it is, he nods resolutely, hand already on his sword. “I can do that.”

For as long as Veery has known him, Felix’s combat style has been defined by one thing. In the early days at the academy, Veery thought of it as brash aggression and temper, but as time passes, he realizes that that’s not at all correct. Felix in combat is much better described with a phrase Veery learns from Caspar; the best defense is a good offense.

The idea being that, if he attacks relentlessly, his opponent will be too busy defending to launch their own attacks. Edelgard actually has a very similar approach to battle in that way.

It is ironic, Veery thinks, that Felix’s Relic is a shield of all things. Not a sword or lance or bow, but a shield. While all tools on the battlefield can be used to attack or defend, the person who excels in offense has the one most common tool designed for defense. It’s pure coincidence, of course, since the Relic has been passed down so far, but Veery still finds it ironic.

That defense, though. Once, Veery thought of Felix as untouchable. His offense, and therefore his defense, is simply too complete. He’s far too skilled, too adept at swordplay, for Veery to overcome that shield.

Not so, anymore. Yes, Felix is still an extraordinarily skilled swordsman (far more so than five years ago), and yes, when Felix enters combat, he does so with a force and elegance that sparks and resonates with that place in Veery’s heart which is so very proud. It’s purposeful. It’s the kind of battle which only intelligent species can enter, which sets them apart from wild clashes of unrestrained hormones and instincts.

In a way, despite the pride associated with it, despite the image being more palatable, Veery thinks it’s worse. War should never be an art. Yet Felix makes it one.

All that said, Veery can’t see Felix as untouchable anymore. Way back when he did, Veery believed simply in the power difference between them. Felix is skilled, trained. Veery’s only experience is fleeing to survive another day. Felix is aggressive, unrelenting. Veery is patient, submissive. There was no way Veery could ever beat Felix in a fight. The most he could hope for is to get away alive.

Now… now Felix is honed sharper than ever. Veery still can’t see any opening in Felix’s cascading offense. But now Veery knows what is behind that flashing blade, what sharpens it. Now Veery has witnessed horrors the wild itself cannot imagine.

Now he knows what it feels like to accept that blade and those horrors, and the bone-breaking pressure of Felix’s onslaught reminds Veery that he still wants to live. It reminds him what it means to live.

To live is to fight for survival. The fear, the adrenaline, the way the world slows and terror grips him and he must act without thinking just to escape, that is what Felix’s sword cuts into him.

It’s the first time Veery has ever been thankful for the fear. To be afraid of death is so, so much better than to accept it.

Veery pants, a short break between rounds, and clutches at the amulet around his neck. To remember, to accept, to release. Veery doesn’t know if he’ll manage that with everything he should, but the one thing that he does not ever want to simply accept and let go of is his own fear of death.

To not fear death, to accept it as a matter of course – not that Veery plans on immortality or anything, but to accept it on the daily level – is undoubtedly a bold and brave approach to life. It’s also likely to get him killed.

This fear… it’s the first thing that makes him really feel alive since Caub dies. The fear reminds him why he fights and what he still has left to lose. It reminds him that even the most miserable and useless existence has something left to lose in death.

And in this down time, when his head is clearer than it has ever been since that moment, he realizes how much of a hypocrite he is. He feels next to nothing over Dimitri’s death, over Ingrid’s, over Ferdinand’s. Even Bernadetta only haunts him mostly for the image still seared behind his eyelids rather than it being Bernadetta’s death. It’s more about the cruelty of humanity and the atrocities of war than Bernadetta herself.

It’s not that he’s completely indifferent to it, it’s just that it’s easily moved past. Because, as he used to tell himself, they chose their paths. Each of them chose the path which led to their deaths. Each of them knew death was a possibility. Each of them continued on that path regardless.

Veery doesn’t think anyone would or should linger on him if he dies on this path of war he’s walking on. Death is only the natural conclusion of it.

But Caub, in the most literal sense possible, knew exactly what he was doing. He actively chose death, not as a mere consequence to other choices. He knew for a fact, or believed it to be fact, that he would die on this path, and chose to walk it anyway. No possibility of any other outcome.

So why can Veery so easily accept and let go of everyone but Caub, when Caub is the one person to whom Veery’s usual dismissal applies to the most?

What does it say about him? That he never truly cared about any of the others?

Yes, a whisper in his heart murmurs. Of course, he doesn’t care. He never trusted them enough to allow himself to care. After all, when their blade might be the next in his back, he has to be prepared to kill them himself first.

The simple truth is that he doesn’t care about them. It’s not that he doesn’t like them, or doesn’t wish they survived, or even that he doesn’t feel angry over all their needless deaths, it’s just that he cares so much more about Caub. He trusted Caub.

“You alright?” Felix asks, eyeing Veery with that inscrutable gaze.

Veery sighs. “Fine,” he answers. There’s nothing he can do about his feelings save for make new experiences which put them in a different light. All he can do is keep going. And he must keep going. At least long enough to clear his head and think more rationally. “Ready?”

Felix purses his lips. “Of course.” He stands, moves back to the middle of the training area, and readies his sword.

They face each other, Veery shifts, ready, then-

“Ah! Veery! Perfect timing.”

What in the world does Lorenz want with him now?

“Annette, Mercedes, and I are preparing to set out on an excursion of sorts,” Lorenz says, “to visit the Fhirdiad School of Sorcery before we leave. If either of you are interested in coming along, you would be most welcome.”

The Fhirdiad School of Sorcery?

Felix echoes it as well, then asks, “Why? Are you just visiting your old school, or are you looking for something?”

Lorenz chuckles. “A little of both, I suppose. In truth, we had intended to simply visit and check in on some people we know who should still be there, but it occurred to us that the school may have resources that will be quite valuable to your research especially, Veery.”

Veery’s research? On cleansing the Crest Stones? Veery has pretty much mostly figured that out already, although the pure power consumption of the process is still an issue he might be able to address with more study…

(He’d rather not have Sothis immolate him from the inside out again if he can avoid it, and frankly hasn’t asked yet if it’ll be possible to share a spell with her without using himself as a power conduit for her – himself or Professor Byleth.)

Fine. Walking into a school full of people, much less being inside the city at all (or Fódlan, honestly), is the last thing Veery wants to do right now, but if he still intends to fulfil his promise to Sadi, he doesn’t have any other option.

What is he going to do otherwise, send Hoarvug to do the research? No, it has to be him. The human mages, even Lysithea, simply don’t have the understanding of how agell hearts work that Veery does innately, and Sadi and Hoarvug both lack the magical background to make any real headway on their own or communicate their understandings to the humans. Except for maybe Flayn (whose magical experience is more thorough but less varied than Veery’s), Veery is the only one who has any chance of finding anything.

That doesn’t mean he’s optimistic though, nor that he has any desire to tag along, but it does mean he will. For the chance.

He still… he still wants to live too much to run from this.

“I’d like to go,” Felix says.

Felix wants to go? Can he even do magic? Veery looks to Felix and gets a meaningful glance back. There’s… something obscure underneath Felix’s countenance, only surfacing enough for Veery to guess at some hidden meaning.

Felix sighs and rolls his eyes. “I guess you wouldn’t know,” he huffs. He holds out a hand and conjures crackles of electricity. “I started learning in the academy, but I always preferred my sword, so I never used it much. It’s come in handy on the front lines, so I’ve gotten better.”

“Huh,” Veery says. “And the school?”

Felix shrugs half-heartedly. “Maybe I can learn something new. Any tool to keep me alive, right?”

Fair enough.

“You are more than welcome,” Lorenz says. “And you, Veery? Will you come?”

As much as he fully plans on it, it’s pulling teeth to spit out the words. “I’ll come,” Veery says.

“Wonderful! If you would follow me, we’ll get going right away.”

Oh, great. Just drag them in without even time for a bath. This is going to be so much fun.

Veery hates everything that is happening in the Fhirdiad School of Sorcery.

The school itself is a fancy enough place, already far too opulent for Veery to feel at all comfortable. (Though, surrounded by Fhirdiad’s walls, Veery doesn’t think he can feel comfortable.) It’s built almost like the Officer’s Academy, with a campus and multiple buildings, and blends in with Fhirdiad’s gleaming architecture, but as Veery passes snowy columns and frosted glass, he is struck with a much different image.

The thing is, he can’t quite tell yet if he wants to set this place ablaze and see it like Garreg Mach during battle, or if he’s terrified of it.

Probably a bit of both. The tall spires make for defensible positions for ranged mages. It’s not quite a fortress like Merceus or even Conand Tower, but for being in the heart of the city it’s not a bad place to hole up if they’re expecting an attack.

(Veery wants to watch them fall. He wants to watch what these humans have built crumble. It would be fun, to destroy something so grand – so wasteful. But he’s not sure his heart can handle more destruction right now.)

“The cat saint!” A gasp bursts from one corner of the large room their group walks into, and chatter immediately starts as attention fixates on Veery.

Veery hates it. He despises everything and everyone here, who crowd him and who probe and prod and pry to press him for what he cannot or will not give them.

They’re so loud, like screaming in the flames. Veery’s ears flatten back but he growls, the only warning they will get before they are silenced by force.

“Professor Girard!” Annette shouts over the cacophony. “Professor! Hi! Can you please ask everyone to calm do-”

“Quiet!” Felix roars suddenly, then huffs a sigh when the room heeds his order. Under his breath, he mutters, “Clearly not a military academy.”

Veery hardly thinks there’s a difference, but he won’t argue.

An older man clears his throat. He looks over the still-gathered crowd and says, “Well? Get back to it. I will attend to our guests.”

Like the man stokes a fire under their heels, they disperse, though nothing stops them from eyeing him and lingering to eavesdrop. Not that Veery cares. So long as they don’t bother him.

“Please accept my apologies for my associates’ rudeness, saint, Sir Fraldarius.” He addresses Veery and Felix each with a distinguished nod. “I am vice-headmaster Augustin Girard, at your service.” With a chuckle, he adds, “Although, your friends know me simply as professor.”

“You got promoted?” Annette gasps. “That’s great!”

“I hope your new duties have not cut too drastically into your research, professor,” Lorenz says.

“Not at all, dear boy. There is always time for the continuation of our research. Speaking of,” his eyes turn back to Veery, a hungry underlay to them which reminds him of Hanneman, “the great cat saint. My understanding, if the stories are true, is that you are uniquely talented in magical arts originating from all over the known world. Supremely powerful with Faith magic, yes, but also some skill in Albinean arts, and even the Brigidan technique, not to mention your own agell magics.”

“We have no magics,” Veery says bluntly. “Aside from our shifting, but we think of that as biological. And I’m no more skilled than any other mage in the resistance army.”

Girard hums in thought. “So, the rumors are exaggerated? Or perhaps you are just humble, hm? What manner of magics are you experienced with? Reason? How do other magical systems compare to ours? I hear Morfian magic is unsurpassed.”

“I’ve never been to Morfis, or even met someone from there. I wouldn’t know.” Maybe Daithi would, but Veery can’t exactly talk to him about it right now.

Girard doesn’t even notice that Veery speaks. “Tell me, are other systems simply the same under different names, or are there more fundamental differences? If we apply the principles, can we mix these magics to make something new? Something more powerful?”

That’s… sort of literally what Veery is already doing, so he supposes the answer is yes. He’s not convinced it’s worth vocalizing, though, with how Girard is barreling on.

“Either way, you don’t deny learning magic from outside Fódlan. But for years we have not been able to find any reputable texts detailing magical methods from outside the heartland. Tell me, how did you convince the Albineans and Brigidans to share their secrets with you?”

How did… what? Veery curls his lip, and from the corner of his eye sees Felix make a similar expression. “I listened,” Veery hisses.

Two words, but Girard seems to pick up on their meaning. He coughs awkwardly and ducks his head quietly, looking for all the world thoroughly chastised.

That’s already more than Veery expects.

Annette titters uncomfortably. “Uh… anyway, we know that Felix and Veery aren’t alums, but do you think we could use the library here for some research?”

Girard shakes off the awkwardness to answer immediately. “I can you do one better, Miss Dominic. For the heroes who freed Fhirdiad, the doors of the School of Sorcery are always open. Aside from some personal research that is up to the specific mage to share, all information in this institution is yours. Simply name the topic and I will personally refer you to everything we have on it.”

Annette beams. “Oh, thank you so much, professor!”

“Was there anything in particular you wanted to research?”

Eyes, for some reason, turn to Veery. Swallowing down the curdling disgust in his chest, Veery sighs. “I’m planning on… a feat of magic which requires an exceptional amount of energy. I’m looking for anything I can use to either supplement the raw power input or make the spell more efficient.”

Girard strokes his chin thoughtfully. “I see. Naturally, many mages face just that problem. But where exactly is the deficiency as it stands?”

Felix clicks his tongue. “Efficiency is your problem?” he asks. “Why wouldn’t the Albinean method work?”

He has a point. Veery considers this as well. Using the Albinean method of magic for something as huge as what he plans to do to the Heroes’ Relics will easily be as bad or worse than Sothis’ unrestrained magic tearing through him. “The Albinean method agitates the magic within your own channels to… ‘prime’ it, so to speak. Like steam in a sealed pot.”

“How barbaric!” Girard exclaims. “Naturally, we have considered such a method to increase magical efficiency, but the toll that such strain would have on the mage’s body is-”

“Nothing that can’t be healed,” Veery says. “Albineans aren’t as soft as you.” Soft, squishy human mages. Even the mages of Albinea, even though most of the few that exist are women, can probably lift someone like Girard with one hand.

“To think that a whole system of magic would be based around such-”

Veery just ignores him and looks to Felix. “If I used the Albinean method, there’s a good chance I’d tear my own body apart trying it.”

Annette frowns. “The power draw is that intense? What kind of scale are we talking about?”

Veery nods. “As far as I know? Alone, only ancient dragons might be able to do it. I know Sothis has the power for it, or at least she did before she went to sleep, but I don’t think she could control it alone.”

“The goddess Sothis?” Girard gasps.

“Like in the Sealed Forest, hm?” Mercedes asks serenely. “But we don’t want another incident like that, after the state it left you in.”

“Exactly,” Veery says. “I’m hoping to avoid doing that a second time. With Teach awake and uninjured, there’s a good chance it’ll be easier, but even so, that’s demonstrably too much power for me to handle.”

“Well, vice-headmaster,” Lorenz says. “Do you have any ideas as to where we might begin?”

Girard gapes, silently working his jaw for a moment, then he clears his head and stammers, “Well, I- I suppose the manner in which to increase efficiency in a spell of great power depends on what kind of spell you’re attempting to cast. What, precisely, are you trying to achieve?”

Ah. Veery doesn’t think it’s smart to just say that the Heroes’ Relics are twisted, disgusting inventions of a truly cruel people that most Fódlanders aren’t even aware of. Despite how he acts sometimes, Veery doesn’t actively try to enrage the church.

On the other hand, Veery can’t honestly say he cares anymore. “I’m going to fix the Heroes’ Relics,” he says plainly.

“Fix the- excuse me? Are the Relics… broken?”

Veery snorts. “Do corpses normally cause that much destruction?”

“Corps- I… I think I need to sit down for a moment.”

“Veery,” Mercedes says sweetly. “Maybe give poor Professor Girard a break. Try to remember what the Heroes’ Relics mean to the faithful.”

“I remember,” Veery retorts. “And it’s stupid.”

“I might have an idea, actually,” Annette says suddenly, as if trying to stop Veery from saying anything else. “But, maybe we should talk more about this somewhere private?”

Lorenz nods sagely. “An excellent idea, Annette. Vice-headmaster, would it be possible for us to use one of the study rooms?”

Looking rather pale, Girard nods and shakily says, “Of course. Please, claim any open room you desire. Simply let me know if you require any materials from our library and I will send someone to retrieve them for you posthaste.”

“Excellent. Well, then, shall we go?”

Without any further discussion or acknowledgement of the mages they pass gawking at them (at Veery, mostly), the group follows Annette and Lorenz up several flights of stairs to a small room. It’s a tight fit with all of them, but it’s designed with groups in mind, nonetheless. A table surrounded by chairs protrudes from the wall with a tiny window allowing light, and against one wall with slightly more space than the others, a chalkboard rests ready and waiting.

A study room, huh? Unlike the dorms at the Officer’s Academy, which are meant for personal use only, or the classrooms, where classes are meant to gather, this kind of room is meant for smaller study groups.

Do humans do everything in groups? Even studying needs infrastructure built to support groups? Ugh.

“Okay,” Annette says when the door closes, leaving them alone. “So, I do have an idea, but I’m not sure I should really say it. I mean, of course it might help but it also might not and it’s kind of rude to bring up, I think, so I don’t think I really want to-”

“Annette,” Felix says wearily. “Say your idea.”

Annette’s eyes dart frantically across the room, with special attention on Veery, but finally she groans and says, “Well, it’s not the Relics themselves that are the problem, but the Crest Sones in them, right? Alone, the Relics are just dormant bone and metal.”

That’s right, to Veery’s understanding.

“And if the Crest Stones contain the souls of the dragons, or at least some echo of them, aren’t they sort of, maybe, similar to the einherjar?”

The einherjar? That’s… an idea. Veery doesn’t think she’s necessarily wrong. Both are echoes of the past, of people who came before. And Loog and Kyphon were summoned with their Relics. That might to mean something.

“And I know Invoke doesn’t normally work that way,” Annette continues, “but didn’t you purposefully summon… uh… someone in particular with it?” She speeds up even more than before, talking so fast Veery very nearly misses it. “Do you think you could summon the dragons that the Crest Stones belonged to? Maybe… communicate more directly with them rather than the corruption twisting them.”

Honestly… wisps of a plan begin forming in Veery’s mind. “I don’t think it’s possible for me to summon them directly,” he says aloud, muttering more than talking to the group.

“Oh. I didn’t think so. I knew it was a stupid idea.”

“No, no,” Veery says. “It’s not stupid at all. I can’t summon the dragons here as einherjar. I don’t know how I summoned Caub. Even if I could figure out how to summon someone of my choice, I don’t…” He grits his teeth. “I don’t think I should. That sounds…”

“It’s a dangerous power,” Felix says, understanding. “Invoke is already dangerous. Take away the randomness, give someone the chance to summon the people they miss the most… There’s no good outcome for a power like that.”

“Yes,” Veery says. “Not to mention, I’m not sure I’m capable of summoning something as powerful as a dragon, even if I knew how. I might just end up running into the same power limitations. Invoke isn’t an easy spell at the best of times, and I never used it until… Caub. So, I’m inexperienced with it.”

“But if you can’t summon the dragons here,” Mercedes says, “then what are you thinking? Another way to communicate directly with the echo of the dragon in the Crest Stone?”

“Why not?” Veery asks. “That’s literally what Sothis is, and I can talk to her just by touching Teach. I know I can feel the echoes. I can share my heart with them. But… people are layered. I shared my whole being with Sadi, but she doesn’t know me as well as Hoarvug, because she knew all of me in that moment, but Hoarvug knows me in many. Does that make sense?”

“Even a whole image of a person,” Lorenz says, “is incomplete when it does not consider the circumstances that person is in.”

“Right,” Veery taps his foot. “What’s been done to the Crest Stones is… a circumstance. It’s the situation the echo of the dragon is in. But there’s more to them than just that. There has to be. Sothis’ Crest Stone had to have been corrupted the same way the rest were – the Agarthans made the Sword of the Creator with it, after all – but she’s not like them at all. It has to be her circumstances.”

“So,” Annette says slowly, “you need to change the circumstances for the other echoes? How do you plan to do that?”

Veery hums. “More like, I want to use the Crest Stones’ own power to help supplement the spell. If I can unravel the corruption and get to the dragon underneath it, I might be able to access their power. I hope with a version of the Brigidan method.”

“And that would be easier on you?” Mercedes asks worriedly. “Something like that still would be quite dangerous.”

“It’s the best I have right now,” Veery sighs. “I guess I’ll have to talk to Sothis about it. All I know for sure is that there’s no way I’m pulling it off without her help.”

“That may be for the best,” Lorenz says. “All the same, there are a great many resources here that we should take advantage of while we have them.”

“Right! We could look int-”

“Is that Dorothea?” Felix, peeking through the windowed door, narrows his eyes. “What is she doing here?”

“Dorothea?” Lorenz asks. “Ah. To my shame, I believe I neglected to invite her. Annette, Mercedes?”

“It wasn’t us,” Annette says. “Oh! But she should join us! Maybe we can help each other!” Without a pause, she barrels out the door, calling Dorothea’s name. She returns not a moment later dragging an oddly reluctant-looking Dorothea by the arm.

Dorothea smiles politely, but Veery thinks she doesn’t particularly want to be here.

Annette quickly fills her in on what they’re all doing there, then asks Dorothea for her purpose. Dorothea, hearing the question sighs. “I’m…” she says quietly, “looking for information on dancer’s magic.”

“Dancer’s magic,” Felix echoes. “All I know about it is what we were told before the White Heron Cup at the academy. Would this school have information on it?”

Mercedes hums thoughtfully. “Maybe,” she says. “Dancer’s magic isn’t very well documented, aside from it existing. Frankly, I was amazed when a treatise on the subject was announced to be the prize. All I’d heard about it before then is that it’s very unique. More of an innate gift than a learned spell.”

“Even at the academy, the professors said that there was a reasonable chance that the winner of the White Heron Cup wouldn’t be able to pull it off for many years without continued practice, right?” Annette asks.

“So, you’re going to try it?” Felix asks. “You think you can do it?”

Dorothea’s eyes find Veery’s for a long, silent, meaningful look.

Oh. Caub. This is about the fate Caub saw. Dorothea using dancer’s magic, singing a galdr, helping Teach recover from killing so many of her students.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lorenz huffs. “Of course, Dorothea can do it. She is unmatched in talent. I have no doubt that she will pick up dancer’s magic with ease. Come,” he stands, “let’s go search the library for information on both topics, and perhaps some advanced reason texts for you, Felix, hm?”

Felix pauses a moment, looks at Dorothea, then Veery, and must pick up something there because he nods quickly. “Sounds good to me. Annette, Mercedes, you come too.”

“Sure!” Annette chirps. “What about Veery and Dorothea? Do you want to come, or do you want to hold our room for us?”

“We’ll hold the room,” Dorothea says. “Thank you. Anything you can find will help.”

They all file out with varying expressions betraying the fact that they’re aware that everyone but the ones who have specific topics to research are the ones heading to the library, but no one says a word about it, so neither does Veery.

There must be more tension than Veery thinks. He can see clearly the discomfort in Dorothea’s frame, but little beyond that.

“…I didn’t expect to see you here, Vee,” Dorothea says quietly, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, well,” Veery shrugs, “Lorenz ambushed us while I was training with Felix. And I do still need to figure out what I’m going to do about the Relics.”

“Right.” She sighs. “I was worried about you, you know. It’s… good to see you out and about again.”

Don’t expect too much. “So,” Veery says, “you’re thinking about Caub, too?”

Whatever casual comfort remains, or returns to, Dorothea’s face falls immediately with a violent wince. “…Yes,” she admits. “I was quite fond of him, you know. I suppose not as much as you, but… I wish I had the chance to spend more time with him. I…” Another heavy sigh. “I’m so tired of my friends dying. I hate that I know there’s going to be more. There has to be.”

“Yeah.” Veery’s words catch in his throat. “I know.” If no one else, then Hubert and Edelgard. That will still hurt.

“Caub,” Dorothea says, “was so brave. I don’t think I could have borne half of what he did. You know, it kind of bothered me, before, when he kept saying things like, ‘those who see more than most must know when to keep quiet’ and such. But… goddess, he even knew when he was going to die. I don’t… I could never have faced that so gracefully.”

It really is a terrible thing. Veery has always understood that, though. Caub explains it to him long ago, though with less specific details. “I still hate that I didn’t notice,” Veery admits. He’s not sure why he does, but he does. “I knew he was acting weird. I should have put it together.”

“Vee,” Dorothea breathes, “he didn’t want you to know. He didn’t want any of us to know.”

“It was his choice,” Veery says, though the words are hard on his throat. “I’ve… I’m making my peace with that. It may have been the stupidest choice he could have made, but it was still his to make. Let’s just… move on.” Grasping for something else, Veery asks, “You’re looking into dancer’s magic?”

Dorothea’s lips part silently for a moment, purse tight together, then, with a shake of her head, she says, “Yes, Caub said it would be important to help Teach, so… I keep thinking about what he said that day, when he had his vision. I keep getting stuck on something he said about me. He said that I already have that magic, but… I don’t. I have no idea how to use dancer’s magic.”

Hm. Veery doesn’t know the first thing about dancer’s magic. He doesn’t even know what it is or what it’s meant to do. All the same, he does have one thing he can say. “I had Sothis’ ember in me for five years before I figured out how to use it. Actually, it was that long before I even knew there was something there to use. I only figured it out because I was told it was there and told I could use it.”

“You’re saying I do have that magic,” Dorothea says, “but I just don’t know how to use it yet?”

“Maybe,” Veery shrugs. “Caub was very careful with his words. He wouldn’t have said you have it already if he didn’t see it already in you.”

Dorothea nods, accepting his words as truth. “I just wish I knew what he saw,” she says. “I guess I’m hoping that doing some research on it will show me.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

“I have to. For Teach and… and now, for Caub.” Dorothea sniffs once. “Hey, Vee. I know you don’t believe in such things. I don’t really, either, but… do you think, if Caub were watching us from his afterlife, he would like it if we danced for him?”

“You want to… dance for him?”

She smiles wryly. “In Fódlan, the thought is so rude. To dance on his grave could only mean we’re happy he’s gone, but… I want to learn to use this magic, and I want to show him that he made it happen. I want him to know that he helped me, and the best way I can think of to do that is to show him what he taught me. If… if it really does help Teach once this is all over – if I can help her because of this – I will owe him… everything.”

Bowing her head, Dorothea says, “She’ll be the one person I actually saved, after watching one friend die after another. And it’ll be because he told me how.”

Veery wrings his tail for a moment. “I think you’d figure it out one way or another,” he says. “If Teach needs you, you’ll figure out how to help her. But… if Caub could see us… I think he’d like that.”

A smile, small but more genuine than any thus far. Dorothea meets Veery’s eyes in a thick, careful moment. “Once the war is over, and I’ve made sure that Teach and everyone else will be okay, would you meet me in Albinea? Would you join me for a dance? For Caub?”

Even though Caub can’t actually watch… Veery thinks that’s okay. “I’d do it for you,” he says honestly.

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M Reader x Momo - To Protect And Serve

TAGS: Car sex, Public, Cowgirl, Doggy Anal, 69, Fingering, Blowjobs

As a reminder, the older smut chapters are getting remastered so to say so they're all getting updated with grammar corrections, more words to the story, and additional smut scenes.

WORDS: 11022

ENJOY!

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You're a bodyguard for hire mostly to the rich and famous.

Don't let your appearance fool anyone.

Twenty-four and slightly muscled build, but not overly muscled; you look like a normal person you might see on the street in a suit.

When you glimpse at the bodyguards in movies you see these huge rough guys that seemed like they do a hard time in prison, but those are just all fakes because movies make them seem so.

But you aren't to be messed with.

With your training in hand to hand and vital points, it will take no more than a few seconds to take a big guy down, not that you're boasting or anything, just telling it like it is.

As well as a marksman in your sidearm...if, and only if, it needed to come to that.

You only get hired for jobs here and there, and you met a lot of celebs and idols. Escorting and protecting was your expertise...and by escorting, you meant taking someone from A to B, not that escorting...well maybe for one special lady.

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Who's the lady?

Well, you were hired by a company.

A label company by the name of JYP Entertainment hired you and some other guys you didn't know.

You heard of the company as well as some of the groups there, but that's about it.

The boss, JYP himself, hired you and three others to take care of them during a fan meet they had.

Whose they?

None other than the worldwide famous K-pop group Twice.

You had to admit, they were all cute when you were introduced to them, like you said you didn't really know any of the people until you met them personally.

And one of them caught your eyes as you saw her standing there.

But you shook your head to stop staring.

Well during the fan meet. You were positioned to the left and a bit forward of the table of the group as they signed and talked or whatever they do.

You glanced around making sure that no one seemed of the suspicious behavior.

As you glimpsed around, you also caught one of the members peeking at you, the same member that caught your eye.

You just waved at her as she waved back with a smile.

You had to admit, she was really cute and beautiful, but back to the job.

Minutes passed and everything was going normal...until one guy that sitting in front of the girl you waved to.

You kept an eye on him and the other eight people sitting in front of the group.

But the one you kept an eye on seemed...fidgety.

You stepped closer and closer to the guy by moving very slowly. You couldn't identify what he was saying, but the girl's facial expression seemed to be like she didn't want to deal with him, but in a nice way.

Just then the guy reached out to her, touching her hand which she retracted quickly and he didn't like that, by trying to do so again, but again she retracted as you went into action then.

"Sir. Please do not attempt to reach out to her again." You warned him, with him darting back at you; a grown man, most likely in his thirties was giving you a snarl

"Hey, I've waited for so long to see her so let me do what I want." He said frustrated while you kept your guard up and returned the expression.

"Well you can't 'do' what you want sir, can't you see she's uncomfo-"

SCREECH

The guy stood up, causing the audience to stare at the disturbance.

'Strike one.'

It went silent as he stared down at you, the people on the right and left of him stood up and went a few paces back.

You heard yells from your security friends, but you told them to calm down as you signaled them to back off.

"Listen, sir, let's not start something okay. Just calm down, get a few more signin-"

"Listen asshole, how about you fuck off." He pointed at you and his breath almost knocked you out, not because it smelled, but...

'Alcohol. Strike two.'

"Sir I'm advising to please si-"

He then pushed you roughly and you took a step back as extra protection came but you halted them.

"What you going to do about it?" He articulated cutting you off, clearly frustrated, "you and your friends gonna take me?"

'Strike three.'

"Nah, just me."

He growled and rushed towards you with his right fist cocked back and screams around were heard as he swung, but you dodged underneath and quickly stomped his right knee at the back to make him go down on his knee.

Then as he turned, you delivered a quick elbow directly on his nose, causing him to contain his face in pain.

"Argh!" He cried muffled as he held his face.

You quickly grabbed him from behind quickly that he didn't realize you had him hold by your arm choking his neck while the other holding your arm in place and raising his head up.

He tried to get out, but it was too late as he was losing air to his brain and in ten seconds he went limp and softly fell to the ground with your support.

Everyone again screamed of worry as you rose your hands.

"He's just passed out, relax." You yelled out to everyone and you waved at your fellow guards to come to take him away. "Now everyone, please respect these nine. They give you respect and their kindness and you should do the same. Thank you." You yelled out, but no response was heard as you went back to your position and stood there again.

It was about a couple of minutes before talking resumed and you heard the markers of the nine and you saw constant stares at you, even the nine members, including the same girl you saved.

You should probably learn her name.

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Right now you were at your break room with one guard, the other two were keeping the nine girls safe while they were in their break room for a mid-session break.

Already your act was on Youtube and views were rising.

You rolled your eyes at the sight.

JYP called you and heard about what you did.

He thanked you over and over, but you said it wasn't a problem and you're welcome.

You even had the time to search the member's name...Momo Hirai was her name.

"Momo..." You whispered.

Suddenly the door opened to make you and the other guy look.

"(YN) there's someone here to see you." The guy said at the door.

You stood up from the couch, nodding at the guy who went inside the room as you went out, closing the door behind, and to your right was that 'someone'.

Hirai Momo was there standing with her hands held together.

"Hello, you ne-"

She lunged at you and hugged you tight.

You didn't know what to do in this situation as you looked outward and noticed a few looks as you sighed mentally.

Momo then let go and smiled at you.

"I just wanted to thank you for what you did." She said bowing at you as you gave a small chuckle.

"Oh, hehe well you're very welcome." You spoke back as she shrugged.

"So what's your name?" She asked.

"(LN) (YN) and your Momo right?" You asked as she nodded.

"(YN)...well thank you again. You were pretty cool with how you got that guy down." She spoke, "To be honest I was a bit scared when he stood up."

"Oh I faced tougher guys than him, don't you worry about that, I got much experience." You tapped at yourself with Momo nodding.

"I could tell. So did you start working for JYP? Because I have never seen you." She investigated.

"I wouldn't say I 'work' here, but as a temporary fill-in. I go around to lots of places and work for lots of people."

"...oh...well, arigato." She expressed but was not as happy as before.

"Yeah, you're very welcome Momo." And with that, she turned and waved before heading back to presumably her room as you smile at her fleeing figure.

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As the fan meet was at an end, your last taste was to escort the girls back to JYPE.

Once done, your party of four met with JYP himself, he gave thanks for a nice job and provided the payment to everyone, but he told you to stay, having the other three leave.

"(YN), I would thank you again."

"No worries sir." You waved it off as he nodded.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you don't have a permanent workplace right?" He asked with a pondering look as you shook your head.

"No sir, I'm a freelancer."

"Thought so, well...how would you like employment here?"

You blinked a couple of times.

"I'm sorry sir?"

"We could use someone of your background. Your skills and previous jobs are outstanding to the record as I read your experience."

"It's just protecting and escorting."

"Which is exactly what we need for the idols here. Plus our security hasn't been the most acceptable, but with the addition of you. I will feel safer knowing they are all safe with you around." He reasoned as you were genuinely sound with the idea.

"Thank you, sir...may I have time to think?"

"Of course." He allowed as you turned and walked out the office.

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ONE DAY LATER

You accepted a day later.

It wasn't the most difficult choice to make afterward and saw no harm in it and contacted JYP about confirming said role.

You were introduced to the new staff as the newest security/guard for the groups of the company

You then met some idols and groups, one of which was Twice after they came to rehearse and they all remembered you from the fan meet, including one very happy Momo when they learned that you got hired with JYP.

While you had to protect all of JYP's groups, you were mostly assigned if something was happening which wasn't that bad considering, the groups don't really do anything, maybe every other day if you had to guess.

Your job was to be with any group to protect them, if two or more were going, then you'd go to the one event that seemed more important.

You had an apartment rented out nearby the company and was considered your new home.

While at the agency, your daily routine was keeping an eye on schedules, overlooking the agency, or just training in the gym that they had for idols.

While training, you also meet up Twice.

Their dorm is literally just a few houses away and they come here to work out on their vocals, choreography, or just work out as well.

Things led to another and you all started to become friends.

Momo however was different.

You both hung out a lot more than the other eight, she was way more active than them and she came more often by herself.

Companions started to become something more and you both had time to get to know each other and sometime later it was established as a relationship.

Momo told her friends and they were happy for her.

You'd figured they would tell on you, but they saw how happy Momo was and that's all they cared for.

You both went on secret dates from her manager though and Momo was definitely not telling her.

Thanks to her group supporting her out and your schedule that only required you to work during events, everything was doing great, though you both got to hang out whenever you could and everything was going very well.

That was about a year and a half ago.

Now you were twenty-six and promoted to leader of the security staff at JYPE since you had much more experience and Momo twenty-five with Twice being one of the top K-pops groups.

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TIMESKIP

ONE YEAR AND A HALF LATER

You were at a hotel on the top floor, waiting in the room the door of one of Twice's members.

While the rest of the girls went towards the venue, Momo stayed behind, due to a stomach ache.

Twice was presently on tour, after their new album "Twice for all, all for Once".

You were brought along, seeing as how you were the best in the business, JYP send you and your handpicked team to go with them.

You were excited and so was she when she heard the news. It's been a month since you both had a real conversation rather than texts or simple mornings and hi's.

Your schedule was going up since the addition of the new girl group ITZY and other groups were now performing and her's was getting more intense for practice.

A concert was to be done today on a tour and the girls had to go to the venue to rehearse, audio, makeup, costume.

However, Momo had an upset stomach as she ate something last night that may have hurt her and she was on her bed hurting slightly.

Their manager had told her them to wait and rest while the other eight go and rehearse on-stage performances and if she wasn't there by an hour before the concert started or she felt worse, they'll have to improvise or cancel.

You volunteered to stay as Kim agreed and send the rest of the team with them, saying you'd got her by yourself and the team of four with the eight.

You stayed in her room while she was there lying down, both talking about things and what's been going on, giving tabs to their manager and sure enough, Momo was feeling better in time.

Two hours passed and she came out of the bathroom, looking good in health and beauty.

"So?" She asked presenting herself.

"Beautiful as always."

"Hehe~" She came over and gave you a kiss.

"So you feeling better?"

"Much better~"

"Alright, let's join the others then."

You escorted her out the door and texted Kim that you were on the way.

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You escorted her straight towards the Suites Only elevator and while waiting for the elevator, Momo checked out you by allowing her gaze to slide over you.

You wore dress slacks in light slate gray and a black V-neck sweater with a white dress shirt underneath, the overall bodyguard look.

She loved the look on you and was attracted to the softness it gave you, even though she knew it was only an illusion.

You were a hard man...in a lot of ways.

She was constantly awed by your handsomeness and raw sex appeal each day and she couldn't help but want you anytime since you were this close to her and alone.

Despite having a stomach ache, that was all but gone.

Her eyes darkened with want as you turned to look at Momo and smirked at the look of pure lust on her face.

"Stop that Momo."

"What~," She asked breathlessly.

"You know what." You replied with a smirk.

"Can't check my boyfriend out~"

"I know that look Momo. Not when you have the practice to attend."

However, you were being tempted as well.

Those short shorts really hugged her waist and her butt really well. Not to mention those legs are revealed to all.

Then her shirt, which was a bit small for her really emphasized her chest and flat torso.

More than anything, you wanted to fuck her hard and deep right then and there in the room, but she was sick and she needed to get prepared soon.

'Calm down.' You told yourself and to your friend.

The elevator finally arrived and they stepped in but even before the doors closed, you were being turned around and being devoured by her mouth with all the intensity she felt.

Taken completely off-guard, it was a couple of seconds before you thought, screw it, parting your lips to kiss her right back.

Thank god they were in the elevator alone.

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The kiss was wild.

You pushed her to the wall and trapped her between you and it.

Her breasts touched your chest as you both wildly make out in the elevator, both breathing hard through the noses.

When she began to make those erotic little whimpers in the back of her throat you knew you'd be in for it.

She was already hot for you.

And the cute squeals and moans and the sounds she was producing made you ache to be inside her.

But you decided not to do that and to go for something else instead, just to cleanse her lust.

Your hand moved on her shorts as you unbutton the one as it let loose a bit, then you zipped the small zipper down and you felt the fabric of her panties.

When you began to caress the sensitive skin above her area, near her sweet spot, she moved against you restlessly.

Your fingers slipped beneath the edge of her panties, and you slowly began to stoke the fire in her.

She was already dripping with excitement.

You knew just how much pressure to exert, just where to touch to drive her wild.

She let out a ragged moan when your two fingers thrust inside her.

"Mhmmm! More Daddy~" She whispered when she felt you in her. "I want your fingers fucking my tight pussy Daddy~ It's been so long without your touch~"

You held her tight against you and continued your sweet torture.

Your fingers were magical to her.

You moved to suck on her earlobe and Momo was soon mindless to everything but finding her release.

"It really has been...and you still feel as tight as ever sweetie." You said as your breath was hot against her ear.

She couldn't talk back to you.

You were becoming more forceful with your fingers and she was under your control.

She was getting to her climax, you were just that good.

It happened before she realized it was going to happen.

Her hands reached down to hold your hand between her thighs, and she tightened around your hand and squeezed it tight.

It was a shattering orgasm as she held her breath, but moaned a sexy sound as you felt your hand becoming tainted with her cum.

Momo went limp from the wonder of it as she fell against your chest in blissful surrender.

You just smirked at your work as you tried to clean your fingers within her panties. You had to go back to her room to make her change again.

When she was calm enough, she sighed and pushed herself into your body, and just stood there.

You smelled so good with whatever cologne you had on as Momo closed her eyes and wrapped her arms about you absorbing your warmth and your strength.

For a moment time seemed to stand still.

You held her for a long time against your body, breathing deeply, as though you were struggling for some kind of control.

She could tell you wanted her as she could feel your hot erection throbbing against her sex, still trapped within the confines of your slacks.

DING

Both eyes widened as you removed your fingers, slightly tainted with her cum, behind your back and positioned yourself in front of her shorts still unbuttoned and pink panties still visible.

Luckily the doors opened and no one was there.

Both gave a sigh of relief.

"(YN)...I need to change." Momo said suddenly and sheepishly.

You looked downwards to see her unbuttoned shorts wet and the front side of her panties damped.

"We'll just back up so you can change and me to clean myself." You said as you pressed the button, with your other hand, to go back up.

As the elevator was going up...

"Well...that was fun." You said.

"It sure was, you're always so damn good."

You looked at her.

"What can I say, I'm a natural." She laughed a bit, but her smile faltered.

"Hey, you okay?" You asked.

"I miss this oppa." She said saddened. You went around her and held an arm around her to avoid the stained one.

"I know Momo-ya...I miss this too. Our schedule's been full huh?"

"Yeah, with the tour and ITZY becoming a group. We're both busy with everything besides each other." She said looking down.

You leaned towards her to give a peck on her cheek to which she turned to you.

"I know Momo, but don't worry, we knew it was going to happen eventually, but I'll die down soon enough."

She then gave you a full-on hug.

"I love you (YN)-oppa." She said hugging you tight.

"I love you too Momo."

You felt warm inside hearing her say she loved you and you her.

"Wait...you're still-" You let go of the hug and your front pants now have slight wet spots on as well.

She giggled a bit as you just frowned.

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TIME SKIP

You were driving Momo to the concert.

You rented three cars apiece, one for the girls, and two for you and your crew.

One was an extra just in case something happened...which it did.

You were currently driving a car with pitched black windows for the celebs just in case. It was only meant for backups so thankfully only Momo was the only one left behind.

However...the greatest nemesis of all driving was stopping you from going anywhere...

...traffic.

Cars were lined up in rows, honking was heard all around and you suspect that maybe a crash happened upfront that's causing the stop.

"(YN)-oppa?" You looked at the rearview mirror to see Momo fastened and secured and looking at you. "How long till we get there?"

"Well it was supposed to be thirty minutes, but the traffic is causing a stop in that. Your friends texting you?"

"Manager-unnie."

"Yeah, let me call-" Just then, you got a call on your phone. "Ah, tell Kim we're coming Momo."

You glanced at the ID and saw your second in command, Mil, calling you as you answered the phone and put it on your ear.

"Mil what's wrong?"

"Nothing (YN), doing okay?"

"Yeah, we're on the way."

"Good."

"You doing okay?"

"Just fine, the eight are just practicing right now."

"Alright, I'm stuck in traffic though, I barely moved a foot in about 10 minutes."

"Dang, well at least you aren't alone...so what about Momo?"

"She's good. Her stomach ache is gone."

"Well, that's good."

"Besides practicing, are the members and Kim okay?"

"Yeah, Camilla and Xia are with them and Kim. Cav and I are walking around securing the place."

"Alright nice job, keep them safe Mil, and tell the other three to do the same."

"Will do and you too."

And with that, you ended the call.

"Everything okay?" Momo asked as you stared at her through the rearview mirror.

"Yeah, they're just rehearsing."

"So...traffic?" She said looking out the window.

"Yup, I have no idea when we'll get there. It might take a while so you can nap or something."

"(YN)-oppa?"

"Hmm?" You looked at her through the mirror.

"Can I sit with you?" She asked.

"Sure, but just lay low okay, the windshield isn't as tinted as the others."

You then heard her click off her seat belt and dart between the seats, she quickly moved towards the passenger seat with you with a small extra seat in the middle.

"Better?"

She nodded.

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Ten minutes passed and you swear you moved about 2 cars forward.

Momo was as bored even with her phone and then stared at you looking at the cars in front...it was then lured her eyes downward, towards a peculiar spot on you and had an idea...a very naughty idea to pass the time.

She looked back at your face as you were looking out the window.

"You know (YN), I haven't had breakfast yet and there's a certain kind of meat I'm craving for~,"

"Well you're gonna have to wait, maybe there's jokbal at the venue because we can't exactly leave." You said looking out the window with Momo rolling her eyes.

"But I'm not in the mood for jokbal."

"What? Not jo-oh..."

You closed your eyes and smiled, you should have known what she was talking about.

"No way Momo, you can't be serious." You said looking at her with a stern look.

"Come on oppa~ we've done in worse places. Remember the closet?" Momo said begging.

"Yes, but that was after hours and we're in the middle of traffic." You said pointing at the window near you.

"They can't see us. That's why we have tinted windows."

"Aish..."

"Hey you got me at the hotel, at least let me return the favor...please Daddy~ for me~," She said showing her aeygo with puppy dog eyes.

She then leaned towards your slacks and unfastened the seat belt to which you let it go all the way up with your lust beating mad with her unfastening your belt and then unbuttoned the sole button off.

"You're not stopping me~"

She then zipped down your zipper as she saw your briefs.

"Just hurry up." You said looking at her.

She smirked.

"Why hurry?"

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You undid your seatbelt and lifted yourself up and she got your slacks down and then saw a large bulge.

She licked her lips and decided to just dig for her treasure.

She then pulled down your briefs as your member popped up and you sat back down.

Hard and ready for her.

"Oh daddy...is this for me~"

"...For you only." You said back, joining her antic.

Momo loved calling you that.

Ever since your first night with her, she called you 'daddy', whether, on purpose or accident, you didn't know, but it turned you on, even more, when she called you that, as well as putting more action into when you two do it.

She loved it and you loved it.

Since then, she's called you 'daddy' while you both were doing something sexual...like this moment and at the elevator.

She finally took your cock in her hand and as she looked at your length, she marveled again at how large it was.

Her fingers could barely wrap around it, but she wasn't one to never back down from a challenge and in this case, pleasuring you.

She leaned forward and took a deep breath to gather her breath since she was going to be choking on your dick and to end your suffering, placed her mouth over the head of your cock, and sucked on it gently, running her tongue over the tip.

"Hmm...Momo." Your eyes sensually closed, your back against the seat as you just let her do her thing as she sucked harder.

You groaned, and she looked up at your closed eyes smiling a little devilishly.

She pulled away then and moved down to kiss your cock ever so slowly as she savored the taste and smell of it.

Slowly she worked her way around the entire member until she changed it up a bit, licking you from base to tip.

"Ohh...damn...so good..." you murmured.

She went back to sucking and even harder now.

Sliding her tongue across the head of the velvety tip, her tongue flicked the tiny hole, tasting your pre-cum that was oozing out.

Momo opened her mouth wider to now take in as much of your cock as she could, and slightly gagged as it hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck..." You murmured, feeling the warmth of her throat down your member.

You wanted to hold her down and face fuck her, but it was Momo's time as you had yours back in the elevator.

She looked up and saw that you were still leaning back, in absolute bliss as she went down on you.

It was obvious to her she was driving you crazy, and you were trying very hard not to lose it.

Momo slowly drew her mouth up to your shaft, creating a suction noise, as she released your cock and started to nibble up and down the underside of it, you let out a strangled cry, struggling to maintain control.

Momo was trying to change things up and you were enjoying every bit of it.

Smiling, Momo put your cock back into her mouth, sucking up and down the shaft quickly.

You heard gulping and swishing noises from Momo that just the sounds themselves were making you get closer to your end.

"Oh...god." You muffled your yell out, biting your lips for anyone not to hear.

You then watched with heavy-lidded eyes as Momo's tongue darted out and licked the tip of your cock.

Momo sets about deep throating your cock, bathing the lengthy member in her thick saliva as she attempts to make it disappear from view.

SLURP! GUG! "Mmm" SLURP! GUG! "mmhmm" come to the noises that escape Momo as the idol takes in inch after inch, reaching down to fondle your balls as she devours you like an expert.

Your breath heaved in and out as you continued to stare at her work.

The sight of her between your legs drove you insane, to think you were crazy to decline this.

Seeing those lush pink lips stretch around the thick head, watching for seconds that her eyes grew with desire.

She was so damn hot...and all yours.

"How am I doing Daddy? Is it good? Do you enjoy my mouth Daddy~"

"It's perfect sweetie. Daddy is very happy." You said looking down at her.

She continued to do her work as she slurped your cock into her welcoming mouth.

As she looked up into your heated stare, she could tell that you were turned on by the way she was taking control of the situation.

She could feel your desire for her.

Her pussy was getting itchy, wet, and wanted nothing more than for you to start pounding her to both desires.

She was so damn horny, sitting on the edge of just pulling her shorts down and just riding you till she was filled up with your cum.

Giving you pleasure was such a turn-on, watching you writhe subtly with her mouth only.

Gasping, you straightened up, signaling Momo that you were at your peak.

"I-I'm gonna...oh shit!" you breathe heavily.

Momo continued to suck rapidly, bob, twist, and swirl her tongue around the swollen tip, knowing full well what was just around the corner.

You cried out as you lost control, shooting load after a load of hot, sticky cum into Momo's mouth and down her throat.

She needed to drink every last drop and she didn't want to make a mess so, with her talented mouth, she took every drop you produced.

She tasted the hot saltiness of your cum as it breached its way into her body.

Her throat felt the warmth of it, like hot chocolate, as it quenched her thirst.

Momo wiped her chin of some that slipped off her lips and continued to clean your member as she sucked the last bit of liquid.

Once she was done, your member was now flaccid as she leaned back to marvel at her work with you leaning back as you looked up at the car roof.

You were coming off of your high as you were gaining your senses back and looked to your right to see Momo smiling at you.

"Perfect as always Momo...and very clean as well."

"Thank you Daddy~"

You then lifted yourself a bit to put back your briefs and slacks on.

You put your zipper, button, and belt back on.

Then Momo leaned against you as she had her head on your shoulder, occupying the middle seat.

"Love you (YN)-oppa."

"Love you too Momo."

You both then waited as she just watched a video on her phone while you looked out the window holding your phone.

Both holding hands.

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THE NEXT DAY

The concert was a success and everyone was well and happy except for Momo.

The venue, Osaka-Jo Hall, was held was near Momo's hometown, Kyōtanabe.

She invited her family to see her and she didn't her mother last night because she fell ill.

Momo begged to go see her to Kim and she allowed it...if she came on the time they allowed.

And guess who got to go with her...you.

No other Twice member wanted to go since it was Momo's privacy, but Kim didn't want to leave her alone, so you volunteered to go, even if you didn't Kim would have put you through it.

You gave a promise to Kim to keep her safe and sound and Kim trusts you to do so.

You waited at the elevator for her to get ready.

"Hey."

You looked up.

You smiled.

"Hey."

You both then got in the elevator but resisted doing what you both did yesterday.

You both got to the lobby and quickly went to the back of the building where the three cars were parked.

"You choose."

"That one, it's nicer than the other two." She said.

You took her preferred choice and it was about an hour's drive away on your GPS.

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About ten minutes passed as a red light was on as you stopped.

There wasn't much traffic like yesterday so that's a good thing and you kept an eye out to see if any paparazzi was following you both.

No one so far.

"I'm sorry about your mom Momo. Is she alright?" You asked staring at the light.

"Oh right...I kind of lied about that." She countered.

You turned your head slowly at her as she looked at you sheepishly.

"Momo why would-"

"It was for us to be together." You kept looking at her, but a horn cut you off as the light was green and you went forward, but still talked to her.

"For us?"

"It's just we haven't seen each other for a while now and I just thought that we can do something before we come back...I miss this oppa." She said gloomily.

You sighed, you wanted the same too.

"Me too Momo, me too...listen we can do something, but we have to keep quiet about it obviously. Maybe we can go through a drive-through at a restaurant and eat in the car or...I don't know, what do you think? We can't really do anything out of this car" You asked looking around.

"..."

"Momo?"

"So only in the car?" Momo smirked as you were driving.

"We don't want to risk us being alone and then get caught lying to Kim." You explained.

"You know...it's been a while since we've done it." She suggested.

You looked at her before quickly looking back at the road.

You smiled and chuckled a bit.

"Someone's feeling it. Yesterday and now today."

"Yesterday was just teased (YN). I want the real thing. Besides you've been craving for it too, I felt it at the elevator and the car yesterday. I know you just want to fuck me till I can't walk." She said leaning in further towards you.

You bit your lip and clicked the steering wheel with your finger.

She wasn't lying.

She then leaned towards you and stroked your cock through your jeans with your body responding as she pressed and kneeled it.

"We could wait months again or you could just park somewhere and fuck me in here...right now..." Momo's hot breath invaded your ears as you tensed up.

You side-eyed her...

"Find a spot." You answered and Momo smirked.

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"Perfect, there's barely anyone," Momo said looking around the garage parking lot.

Momo found a shopping mall in the GPS about 7 minutes away and quickly drove there for the large parking lots they normally have.

With luck, you entered the lot after getting a ticket to enter and both realized that barely anyone was here.

"Well, it is seven in the morning. I doubt anyone will come here that early." You said.

"Just park in the corner or something." She suggested it.

You then went to the far right side of the lot and saw a car or two there, but there were plenty of empty spots.

You parked a bit further away from any car as you could.

What if someone was there, heard it, and decided to see what was going on?

What if they were caught fucking right there?

The lot was mostly empty, but they knew that someone or even the paparazzi could easily come and see them.

Yet not even once did the thought of stopping cross both minds; if anything, it only excited them further, even you right now.

Momo was right, you were itching for this too.

Once you parked, you sat there looking around.

You unbuckled your seatbelt and opened the car door.

"What you doing?"

"Back seats fold." You answered.

Momo smiled, she did not know that.

You went to the back seats and folded the three seats forward, now having much more room with the trunk and the seats down.

Momo then unclipped her seat belt and came to the back as there was plenty of room there now.

Both were now sitting in the back, you looked around, no one was in sight and the pitch-black windows were on the car as well.

"We should-hmph."

Momo instantly attacked your mouth as you fought back with yours.

Her hands were on your chest as she was taking off your clothing immediately.

She slipped your black sweater off and unbuttoned your white dress shirt off and dumped it on the floor and momentarily stopped the kiss for Momo to do the same thing with her sweater, striped shirt along with her crimson bra, leaving her breasts out for you.

You immediately grasped them as Momo's body tensed up, but they both quickly went back to the clothing.

Both stopped again, as you unbuckled your jeans and let them fall to the car floor, you kicked them into a pile to the side with the rest of the clothing with your briefs went with them.

Momo had slipped off her shorts and crimson panties and dumped them with the clothes too.

Both of you were now naked in a car in the parking lot of a mall...and neither cared as Momo straddled you in the back of the car.

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The two sets of eyes met and lovingly gazed at each other as Momo's breasts dangled over your chest.

You moved your right hand up to Momo's face and lovingly stroked her cheek as your tongue entered her mouth and was greeted by her own.

Your tongues impulsively battled and Momo trickled her fingers through your hair.

Eventually, Momo sat upright, breaking the kiss leaving her curvaceous and toned form fully exposed before her lover.

You marveled at her gorgeous body, no matter how many times you saw her in this position, you'd always admired her beauty.

Meanwhile, Momo licked her lips at the sight of your perfectly sculpted body.

She admired the firm, toned muscles that you had gained from all your years of training. But the thing about you that immediately caught her attention was your elongated cock that she was just dying to take into her mouth, but she would be patient for now.

Momo noticed you hungrily eyeing her breasts and after an approving wink from her, you reached forward and cupped what he was able to grab hold of the desirable mounds and began to grope them.

You smiled in amazement at the feeling of the large mounds in your hands and fondled them carefully and squeezing them together and groped what your hands could fit of the mounds.

Momo purred lustfully as you carefully caressed and kneaded the soft, pliable orbs of flesh.

You began to circle your fingers around Momo's nipples and began to gently nibble her neck and place kisses and lust-driven licks on it. She held your head to her neck and ran her fingers through your hair.

You kissed your way down Momo's neck until you reached her breasts and began kissing them while they were pressed together, continuing to circle Momo's tits as they grew hard from your touch.

Momo lowly moaned from the pleasuring feeling and rubbed her calves together out of arousal as you held her breasts and began to kiss the underside of them.

Her nipples were now fully erect and hardened thanks to her rising excitement and both of your index fingers and thumbs pinched and tweaked her nipples.

You carefully twisted them to tease her and pulled them forward as Momo whimpered with her tits being teased and you held the mounds together as you brought your mouth forward and planted your lips on the erect buds and began to lick them.

Your tongue brushed feverishly on them and continued to press them together, sinking his fingers into the mounds, twirling your tongue on the orbs of flesh before beginning to suckle them.

Momo mewled in pleasure as you sucked her tits and your cock began to swell up from excitement as you rubbed his lips on Momo's breasts and kissed them tenderly.

Maybe thirty seconds of this action and Momo pushed you to the bottom, making you lie there, your cock pointing upwards just for her to ride as Momo hovered over your cock and easily inserted you into her tight cunt.

"Ohh~ How I miss you filling me up so much Daddy~" Momo moaned as she took in your entire shaft into her pussy with the one single motion, filling her up wonderfully as her eyes fluttered for a moment and her mouth hung open.

"Mmmmm....mmmMPHH!" She grinned, gripping onto your shoulders and licking her teeth when she felt you taking a hold of her waist as she straightened her curvaceous body out to properly be impaled onto you.

"S-so deep Daddy~" Momo said before starting to thrust downward onto your cock and you remained still as Momo lustfully smiled down at you as she rolled her hips to grind your cock inside of her while she kept her hands on you for balance.

Her breasts started to bob and you moaned with your girlfriend as she rolled her hips forward and your hands shot up to squeeze her mounds once again as you began pounding into her warmth once more.

The rush hadn't left as she felt the power of your erection thrashing inside of her warmth and her butt landing on your lap as Momo worked her hips forward and you toyed with the jiggling orbs of flesh.

Her ass cheeks were already slapping against your thighs, her large breasts being gripped with every upward and sharply downward motion she was using to ride you, her gasps and groans similarly straight from the script of a skin flick as the idol was already going lustfully wild on your cock.

"Ahhh. Oooooooh fuck. Mmmm!! So...So fucking big!" She cried out, gasping again when she felt you attack the depths of her cavern, feeling all that you had to offer up her tight hole.

Her desires were in full control as she rode you at a quick, forceful pace that had the slapping sound of skin meeting skin ringing out in the car with their moans equally as much.

Gritting your teeth, you were enjoying the tightness of Momo, even if you had both done it multiple times, her pussy was still as tight as ever, making you squirm in place as she held you down riding you furiously.

She was going at it like they only had a few minutes, rather than hours, left to themselves from the way she's wildly bouncing away on your dick, taking all of you in each and every time she drops down onto you.

You couldn't help yourself, reaching down further to grab her ass cheeks, gripping them tightly, and that only made her groan even as she rides your length rapidly into her as she moaned from this while you grabbed and your swift thrusts made your cock strike against her warm walls of flesh and her breasts pressed on your chest now sitting up.

Soon though your join in the action and not just taking it, starting to stiffly thrust your cock up into that wet pussy, making her squeal in delight as she leans towards you, but not against you, pushing her butt back again towards your hands as you pumped your thick cock in and out of her snatch at a steady and pleasurable pace.

"OH FUCK YES!! Oppa!! Mmmmmmm!! Fuck me Daddy, HARDER DADDY!!" The worldwide k-pop idol shamelessly begged.

She brought her body back up and snakes her arms around your neck to bring your head up to her tits, motorboating her as she rocked forward towards you when you drove your cock deep into her snatch as now the slap of your crotch connecting with her is the snapping sound heard mixed with their lusty moans.

"Uhhhh!! (YN)!! GONNA!! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM!!" Her eagerness and rush to get right into the action was working against her, drops of sweat already on Momo as the pleasure from this rapid sex was sapping her already, but the moans she and you were letting out kept her going.

Your thrusts were driving in so deeply, so smoothly and so steady...and speaking of driving, you weren't sure if the car was rocking right now or not...most likely, but you didn't care at the moment.

For Momo, she couldn't care any less, barely able to think as she tosses her sweating head and her messed up hair back, moaning loud and long as the sex has delivered a hard orgasm, her pussy getting that extra bit tighter around the cock being pumped balls deep into her, in turn making you groan in erotic approval.

Closing her eyes, she moans and her body jolts as the pleasure flow through her curvy frame, a nice coating of her fluids being left onto that shaft that keeps plunging in and out between her wet folds to keep her calling out all the way through her sexual high.

You realized she stopped groaning or swearing as you still thrust, but softly and slow, waiting for her senses back.

"You...good?"

"Always." With a grin, using her hands to remove yours from off of her butt, allowing her to move up and off from you, kneeling on the space beside you.

"And you're still hard." She comments, gazing at your cock and finding herself licking her lips.

She looked around the outside first...no one again.

"Anyone?"

"No."

Momo grinned as she moved now to climb up on top of you, getting into the classic sixty-nine positions with her wet snatch and juicy ass right at face-level with you.

"I'll suck, but you've got to get my ass ready for this big cock of yours~" She sexily purred, gripping your dick by the base as she turned towards it and hungrily took you straight into her mouth.

You chuckled, "Better get...Mmmmph!" You groaned as she went straight to work on you, bobbing her head as she took your meat between her full, sexy lips at a slow, savoring pace and was already lightly groaning around that dick as she started sucking you off.

Raising your head up, you put both hands once again onto her gorgeous, rounded backside but this time not just feeling up, but spreading to check out both of her lower holes.

Following her orders, you moved up towards her tight, puckered asshole and pushed your tongue out, pressing and rubbing over her entrance and causing her to moan around you as she glanced back with approval before resuming her cock-sucking task.

Similarly, you didn't stop as you began working your tongue across and around her asshole, lightly trailing saliva onto her and moaning into her booty as you dined on her ass while she feasted on your cock at the same time.

"Mmmmmmphhh!! Mmmmm... (SLURP) (SLURP)"Momo effortlessly slides her full lips down along the cock she'd just come all over before raising back upward to the head before pushing right back downward and smoothly repeating the motion.

"Mmmmm... Mmmmm!! Mmmmm..." She groans around your cock, tasting her own pussy juices from off of it and cleaning it all up without any hesitation, gripping your thighs as she rocks herself back a little, pushing her butt against your face so she can get more of your tongue on and hopefully into her little asshole.

For now, though, she's more than happy to keep you nice and hard, seeing exactly how long you can really go for as she slurps on your manhood, replacing her fluids with another as she starts to leave her saliva all over as she blows you.

"Mmmmmm!! Mmmmmm!!" Her skillful mouth work is doing more than just keeping you rock hard and moaning, it's encouraging you to indeed work over her tight asshole as you flick your tongue against that entrance, your saliva dabbed onto her as you lap away at her, still gripping that ample booty as you eat out that fine ass.

Pulling back for a moment, you spat onto her, your saliva dripping down her ass crack and over her asshole, a sensation enough to make her groan as she keeps on blowing you.

Then applying a finger onto that already nicely licked hole, the feeling making her rather more forcefully push back to show that just a finger won't be enough for her.

"Mmm-OHH!" A louder, but still muffled yell escaped the curvy idol the moment your finger stopped the teasing and actually entered her anal, bringing the juice of Momo with it and working it in with a series of the firm and nicely deep pumps.

Showing her still high state of arousal, her eyes rolled back as she placed your cock between her pouty lips, still bobbing her head onto you and groaning around your cock as she takes the finger banging.

She managed to compose herself, even as her pussy seemed to start to drip now with juices despite not being touched at the moment as you, underneath her, concentrated on finger fucking her ass while spreading and groping her butt cheeks, getting right back to her task as she sunk her mouth down deeper and more forcefully slurped onto you.

"Ohh...ohh god!" Your legs and toes were moving around as you enjoyed her blowjob, loving the way her warm and wet mouth was both sliding back and forth swiftly over your length and the sensation of her saliva now covering your cock, dripping down onto your sacks and crotch.

You pulled out your finger in order to apply her juice onto not just one finger, but a second so you could push both of them into the groaning beauty above you.

"You're always...giving the best..." You moaned out as those lips remained tightly wrapped around you, that she was almost deep throating now and not even gagging at all, her groans increasing as you now finger banged her asshole with two fingers, lubing her up nicely, to say the least.

The pair worked on each other's lower parts and relished in the tastes.

Your hands held Momo's firm but soft ass in place as you gave a little lick into her pussy here and there and trailed your tongue around her folds and Momo whimpered as she swung her ass around while sucking your cock in her mouth, and continuing to use her hands to pleasure you.

After delivering another quick couple of sucks, she lifts her head up and off from your cock with a gasp, tossing her hair back so she can look over her shoulder at you.

"I think it's time daddy, I need your thick cock in me please~" She declared as you pulled your fingers out from her now well-prepared back passage.

Momo grinned devilishly crawling herself forward.

She grasped onto the middle front seat and looked back.

"Come at me oppa~" She near demanded rather than invited, moving down one hand and knees onto the car floor, sticking her ass out towards you and once again shaking her cheeks.

"Don't need to tell me twice Momo..." You said moving down behind the horny K-pop star, spreading her butt apart and pressing yourself against her entrance, gritting your teeth before you pushed forward and entered her ass.

"Mmmmm!! Oh...oh you're breaking me Daddy~" The stunning, busty singer groans in delight as she gazes back, watching your hips sink closer towards her rump and feeling her asshole getting invaded by your length, already her body reacting by pushing back towards you even before you start to pull out of her tightness, which is gripping you far more than you felt her snatch do at the start of all this.

"Mmmmmm!! Deeper daddy~...your cock is so...AHHHHHH!" She gets out between lusty gasps as you started to work your cock back and forth into her.

"Oh...I'm...trying Momo...you're too fucking hot." You moaned yourself, as even with all the fingering, it's still an extremely tight fit as you fucked her shapely backside, gradually hearing her moans and demands for more.

She raises her head in approval as your motion breaks into a steady rhythm with a nice bit of force behind it, licking her lips as she feels you venturing deeper into her body as she, in turn, pushes back towards you to aid in fitting more of you inside her.

"Ahh...Feels i-incredible..." You said with a groan, your hands gripping those cheeks, keeping them spread as you watches your manhood vanish up into her tight hole and then reappear from it, keeping the head and a few inches inside as you pumped back in.

"Yes...it...does...rou...gher Daddy, I need you...!! MMMMM!!" Momo moaned loudly and without shame as she continued to rock back against the thrusts driving into her.

A layer of sweat forms all over her stunning body not just from the anal work she's happily taking right now, but from the work, her fingers are doing onto herself as she has one of her hands clamped onto her own snatch in order to rub her wet folds.

"Ahhh...Ssoo, bbigg!! Mmmore Daddy!! MORE~!! STUFF MY ASS!!" She keeps on gazing back, eyes burning with that bright lust as her filthy moans pour from her hanging open mouth, while her juices now easily coat her fingers from the quite furious rubbing she's doing to herself as she takes it up the ass from behind from her boyfriend.

You needed no encouragement to continue doing what you were doing, gripping her hips now to get forceful with your motion, as she's demanding so, pulling the horny and beautiful singer back against your thrusts each time you send them in, making her feel pleasure to the extreme.

Considering how she's groaning away and fingering herself as her ass gets pumped, again and again, you were achieving all that and then some.

You still haven't lost your touch, despite time past since your last adventure with her.

"OH!! OH!! OH!! OH!!" Momo was expressing how she felt from the way she's moaning out so loudly, while her hand rapidly works back and forth over her soaking wet pussy, her tits swaying underneath her frame as she takes an anal pounding.

You growled huskily as you cupped her breasts again and started to caress them in your palms while Momo took the pounding in complete tandem with your movements with your thrusts penetrating her as it was slammed into with your ballsack heaving as well and lowered your head over her shoulders and started kissing her cheek; your cock jetting into Momo made it difficult for you to kiss her lips.

Even though Momo's breasts overfilled your hands, you were having the time of your life with the soft pliable orbs and tight asshole of Momo as she dug her fingers into the seats to hold onto.

Momo moaned loudly and her eyes turned white in pure ecstasy...

...with the pleasure coursing all around her body, her tits rubbed together and you loved how warm and tender they felt in your palms while Momo continued to buck her hips in response to all of this.

She gripped the car seats so hard that her nails were dug into the material and most possibly would leave ten marks to witness as your cock crashed into her tightening asshole that her asscheeks bounced with each movement of her hips.

"Don't...DON'T STOP!! I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN DADDY! MAKE ME SQUIRT DADDY...OHHH!!!" She squeals in delight, her juices once again gushing out from her snatch but onto her own fingers this time as Momo gets herself off.

You're still thrusting away in and out of her tight asshole only aids in giving her an orgasm that was even harder than the first one she'd gotten from you.

It's leaving her sweating hard, her fingers, hand, and even wrist coated with her pussy juices, but the big smile on her face shows she loved every moment of it.

"I-I'm...close..." You gasp as you feel the increased pressure around your cock now, knowing truthfully that you cannot last for too much longer at this rate.

"No Oppa!"

You stopped immediately and looked at her.

Her eyes in a lustful stare, her face and body sweating, and her hair messed up. You always loved the way she looked right there.

"(YN)-oppa~...let me suck that big cock one more time...let me suck it nice and dry for you..." She asked already pulling you out slowly and turning around towards you.

"I'm n-not gonna stop you...wait." You said as she moved already to kneel in front of you.

You took a quick look around...no one still.

You looked at her and nodded.

Flashing a grin, she gets right to it, guiding you into her mouth and not hesitating to once more wrap her full and sexy lips right around you, moaning at the taste of her own back passage from off of it.

She simply starts to bob her head along with your size with loud, shameless slurps as Momo gazes up at you, swiftly moving her warm and soothing lips along you.

She's not going to stop now until you get one amazing orgasm like her, and feeling you throb between her lips she can sense that your own peak may not be too far away.

You watched the pretty face of hers move smoothly back and forth along your cock, saliva already being applied onto your rod from the repeated, hungry motion.

She wasn't holding back now, having more than gotten hers, and as she vowed she was well on her way to draining your balls.

"Keep that up...I'm getting...there..." You stated, but that along with your groans of joy was music to her ears as she continued to slurp on your dick that's she had in all three of her holes over the course of this fucking they've enjoyed, both of their bodies glazed in a sexy layer of sweat to make the scene all the hotter for them both.

Momo took your cock deep, leaving a generous coating of her saliva, topped off by her groans vibrating you as well.

"Mmmmmm... Mmmmm!! Mmmmm!!" She continues smoothly and swiftly bobbing her head back and forth over your size, her eyes still giving an intense look of lust as she gazes up at the handsome boyfriend of hers, giving you what many or all males around the world would give their life for.

"Ohh...M-Momo...Momo...Momo!" You clenched your eyes shut and raised your head as you held onto Momo's head as well.

The next moment, you were unloading cum straight into the mouth of Momo, making her groan and her eyes narrow in approval as she lets her mouth be filled up with your load.

More than that, she keeps on blowing you to ensure, as she promised, that she would suck you dry so her bobs didn't stop yet, working back and forth along with you and her lips remaining tight around you as your seed fills up her mouth and throat.

"Ahh...Ahhh...Momo...fuck..." You sighed in satisfaction and pleasure, legs feeling weak as Momo with your cock in her mouth gives you a couple more sucks as your shaft begins to soften.

Letting it fall from her lips, you stared down at her breathing hard, but she tilts her head back a little so you can see the vast amount of cum that she's gotten out of you, only for a moment though before her lips close up and with a single, greedy gulp she swallows every last dropdown.

"Mmmmm!! Daddy always makes the greatest cum for me to swallow...thank you, Daddy~" Momo flashed a grin, making sure to lean in and use the tongue to clean the last couple of drops of jizz that is left on your cock to properly finish the job.

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After her cleaning, you slowly went to lay down on the car, Momo then hovered over you and laid on you.

Both bodies sweating, Momo's body aching, your body tired.

"Huff..huff..damn..." You said looking up.

"Huff..I..know.." Momo said in agreement.

You raised your head as Momo was staring at you.

You brought a hand up and swiped her hair to the side to have a good look at her.

Your girlfriend Momo smiled as she lay there staring at her boyfriend.

She then pushed forward and kissed you on the lips as you returned the kiss, despite knowing where it was seconds ago.

She leaned back and stared at you.

"Arigato (YN)-oppa...saranghae." She said lovingly.

You smiled.

"Saranghae Momo-ya...saranghae." She then laid her head onto your torso. "I know it sucks that we don't see each other as often...but know that I'll always love you Momo."

She looked up at you.

"I know Oppa..." She softly said as she smiled, "me too," she mirrored and laid her head down.

None cared about anything at this point.

You were to protect and serve everyone in the agency, but the girl in your arms will be the most important for you to protect as you cased her body in your arms.

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through the hourglass 101. brb x oc

a/n: do yall think Brad went to therapy to talk about his feelings. (also pls forgive me but I really go crazy when it comes to Rooster's backstory)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: personal issues that Rooster chooses to ignore, Bea being a good wife, <3

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He sighs heavily the second he’s past the threshold, inhaling soon after, dropping his things on the floor and running his hands up and down his face. The dogs rush over to greet him, which made him lean down a bit to pet each of them before he dragged his feet to the couch.

He didn’t know why he was so tired, maybe it was because of the weight of his own anxiety.

The second he sits down he hears her bare feet tapping on the floor, his smile widening as he turns his head to the kitchen, “I didn’t hear you come inside.” she says, setting the glass of water aside and shuffling over to him, his eyes slowly dragging down her body, admiring the way his old shirts looked on her. He wasted no time in bringing her to his lap once she was close enough, their lips meeting in a lazy kiss, “Hi, handsome.” she coos, rubbing his cheek, “Oh Roos, you look exhausted.”

“Hi gorgeous…I feel exhausted.”

“What happened?”

“My emotional baggage is being a bit too heavy to handle.” his wife’s green eyes softened as she held his face, still rubbing his cheekbones with her lips pouting just enough to make him want to kiss her again, “I’m okay.I didn’t think that talking to Mav would…take so much out of me.”

Beatrice adjusts herself on his lap so she’d be taller than him, kissing his forehead then letting Rooster fall into her chest with a sigh, his arms wrapping around her waist, “You did good,Brad.” she coos, gently petting the back of his head, feeling his shoulders relax as he keeps himself there, “You are okay, do you need anything?”

“No, I just want to hug you.”

“Okay.”

He squeezes her waist a bit, “I just need you here,gorgeous.” he murmurs, shaking his head against her chest, getting comfortable “Nothing more.”

Beatrice kisses his scalp and keeps her lips there for a few seconds, only pulling back to tilt his head towards her, “How about you take a nice bath? I can order dinner tonight, what are you feeling?”

“...can we have Mexican food?”

“Of course,Roos. Anything in mind?”

He flicks his eyes to the left in thought, meeting her gaze after, “...I want birria tacos. And chicharron, if it’s available.” another pause, “And flan. Can we get flan?”

She loved how her husband, her 6’3” husband, stronger than everyone she knew, sounded like a little boy from time to time. His voice, usually so deep, goes quiet because he’s murmuring it, “Yes, of course Roos.”

“...thank you,gorgeous.”

Beatrice remains on his lap however, still caressing his head, “Is there anything else you want to talk to me about?” she asks against his skin, kissing his temple softly which made her husband heave out a heavy sigh that only made him deflate.

“...there is one thing.”

“I’m listening.”

He props his chin on the valley of her breasts, turning those whisky colored eyes to his wife who just smiled sweetly at him, “Mav wants me to join him…in one of his instruction classes. Just one, just to add some input.”

“Didn’t you used to do that though?” he nods, “I remember you telling me you didn’t hate it but you didn’t like it either.”

“It can be very stressful.” he mutters, “But Mav said I can just stay there and add when I need to. There’s nothing more to it.” but Beatrice just kept looking at him, furrowing her brows, “...I never did anything like this with Mav.”

“And why does that worry you?”

“Because…I don’t know why.” he mutters, “I want to get back to what things were,Bea…but I was a boy when I–when he.” Rooster sighs again, dropping his forehead on the curve of her breasts to inhale the lavender scent embedded in his shirt - God, he’d never want to wash them anymore - “You know what I mean.”

Her eyebrows curved downwards as he explained the best he could why he was feeling that way. Beatrice cups his face with her hands, tilting upwards to kiss the tip of his nose then his forehead, “I know what you mean.” she whispers, “I know it’s hard,Brad.”

“I don’t want to hate him.”

“You don’t hate him.” she reassures him, rubbing his cheeks, “Brad, you…were hurt- are hurt. For a long, long time…I love Mav and I love that you two are talking again but…years of hurt and disappointment don’t disappear in what? Three years?” he sighs again, leaning into her touch, “Roos, remember you two made a lot of progress but there were things that need to be talked about…especially…because of your mom.”

Talking about Carole, while welcome, always felt like dangerous territory. In her mind at least, she still felt like she should walk carefully around the subject. Rooster didn’t look angry when he looked at her, maybe a bit confused, furrowing his brows as she said that, “...Roos,remember when you told me about how she…talked to Mav about you?” he nods, “Remember how you said you found out about it?” another nod and Beatrice drapes her arms around his shoulders, “And we talked about it and tried to figure out why?”

“Yeah…?”

Beatrice frowns, “...you had nightmares a few days ago, you know.” she muttered, “You rarely do and when you do you don’t tell me.” he quickly avoided her eyes, but she tilted her head to meet his gaze, “Because I know you think that’s the one thing that you can hold to yourself.”

It was naive to think that Beatrice wouldn’t notice when he had his nightmares. They were very few, like she said, often happening when he’s under a lot of stress or when he gets a bit under the weather…he had nothing to complain, he had a great life with a great woman, he sometimes felt bad for stressing so much…but whenever he tells Bea that she does remind him that his job isn’t really the easiest and he shouldn’t blame himself so much.

Sometimes he dreams about his mom. About her last months, about the things he could’ve done. About how he didn’t really speak to anyone after her burial, about how he was alone in his dorm with the door closed…for weeks and his friends couldn’t pry him out of there.

He dreams about his dad, about how he died, sometimes - and those were the worst ones - he was the one in it instead of Mav. He was the one holding his dad, he was the one in the middle of the ocean, bobbing along the waves waiting for someone.

He also dreams about the day he was denied entry to the Navy. He didn’t understand, he was the son of an officer, that should be easy to handle, he should’ve gotten in. Why didn’t he? He dreams about Mav, about the anger and the hurt, about how he worked so hard to get where he was only to slip through his fingers.

He had no nightmares with Beatrice and he was thankful for that. She had no place in those, neither had Nikki.

“I…” he didn’t know how to continue because he was about to toss it under the rug again. “How do you…know?”

“That you have them?” she questions, “...you rarely move in your sleep,Roos. When you do, you are changing positions…you also don’t hold me when you have nightmares. You are stiff as a board and you are…clenched, all over. Your teeth, your shoulders, your hands, you don’t move. And you sleep talk, sometimes. I try to wake you, but when I try you just relax immediately and your whole body appears loose.”

That makes a lot of sense.

“But this last one…you were very vocal, you kept calling for your mom and asking why.” she frowns, “That was all you said, why. Nothing else. And when I touched you, you barely awoke and turned towards me…then you got quiet again.” her touch is so gentle on his cheek, like she’s holding something so precious, “I don’t like prodding about those things, you know that…but that last one really worried me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” she shakes her head, “You don’t have to…I know how this,” she taps his forehead, “Can be.” he huffs out a soft laugh, one that appeared to be heavier than he wanted it to, “It’s a long healing process,Brad.” she mutters, ‘But you won’t be alone…okay? You have me.”

“I know.” he replies quickly, brushing his knuckles on the side of her face, inhaling quietly, “I know,I have you.” and he did feel better letting that out, even if he hated doing so. Beatrice smiles, cupping his face and kissing him quickly several times before pulling back.

“Go on have a nice shower.’ she mumbles against his lips, “I’ll call for our food…okay?”

Bradley smiles back, sliding his hands under the shirt to reach the elastic of her underwear, pecking her one last time, “Okay.” he drags his hands over the length of her legs, dropping them on his sides as she climbs off of him. When she stands there and doesn’t move, he only smiles more, “I’m fine.” she offers her hand to him, wiggling her fingers, “Baby…” the couch was so comfortable…but she was right, a shower would do him good.

She takes him up the stairs, Rooster peeking over to Nicole’s nursery only to see his daughter fast asleep with her mobile moving above her head, her adorable face disappearing as they walked into their bedroom, “Okay,” Beatrice drops his hand, entering the bathroom and he hears her messing around in the shower, “I’m going to set to steam too, it’ll help you relax.”

Rooster chuckles as he kicks off his shoes, then removes his watch, “Thank you,gorgeous.”

“You can use my peppermint body wash too! It’s really refreshing.”

He laughs again, pulling his belt off the loops, “I’d appreciate that.” he didn’t deserve her, because she kept on rambling about how he could also use one of the loofahs she had saved in the cabinets.

“Oh!I know!” her quick footsteps walk up to the door, where she peeks her head out, “I know exactly what you need.”

His eyes drop to the expanse of her thigh that peeked on the edge of the threshold, “A nice warm shower with my wife?”

“Rooster.”

“It’d relax me a lot.”

Beatrice rolled her eyes, “No.” she grins, “A spa night. I’ve seen your skin care routine and while it is nice, you need something more…I have masks and everything saved up! Maybe some mani pedi too.” he just stared at her, “I-If you want.”

Truly his skin care routine was very nice, he had a few basic items for his skin and some lotions he liked to use…but maybe a full on spa night wouldn’t be bad. “Well…it is monday.”

“Hmhm!’

“And it’d relax me.”

“Yes!”

He laughs, folding his shirt between his hands, “Okay. Yeah,I like it.”

Beatrice smiles before disappearing from his view, her husband undressing himself and setting his clothes on the bed because ‘I’m going to put your clothes away! Relax!’ as he walks to the bathroom wearing only his dark briefs. He stops by the door seeing Beatrice kneeled by the bathtub with a plethora of products, picking one up then putting it back down, “What are you doing?”

She looked over her shoulder back at him, - her eyes stilling on his underwear before vagarously moving up - “I’m choosing some stuff for you, something that’s not too…girly.” he chuffs a laugh, running his hands through his hair, “Do you still want a shower or a bath?”

“A shower is fine,gorgeous.”

“Okay!” she puts every other product - with the exception of the ones of her choosing - inside the cabinets again, pushing herself to her full height to turn towards him, “Very well, you can enjoy your shower…I’m going to get everything ready.” she stays in place, her gaze softening as she cups his cheeks, rubbing her thumbs on the bags under his eyes, “Oh,Roos.”

“I’m okay…I’ll be okay. I just need a mental break.”

She nods after a few seconds, kissing his lips quickly and walking around him to leave the bathroom. Rooster watched her until she was gone, then let his shoulders drop, rubbing his hands on his face with the frustrated sigh leaving his lips. He hated feeling like this, he didn’t like to worry her so much and yet he did.

As he entered the shower he let the water hit his scalp and dribble down his face, funneling by his chin and creating a mini waterfall that landed on the tiled floor. He wanted to relax, so he stayed under the water for a few minutes, immobile, allowing the sounds to calm his brain and ease his memories.

When he opened his eyes he had to admit he felt a bit better, straightening his posture to grab the soap Beatrice gave him.

He walks downstairs feeling fresh, the white tee shirt was tugged down his body as he finished undressing by the final steps, rubbing his face with one hand as he turned towards the living room.

A lovely squealed giggle only made his heart soar.

“Dada!” Nicole was looking at him from her little mat, Eleanor and Jack on either side of her as she pushed herself with as much strength her little arms could handle, crawling over to him. Rooster, who didn’t want his daughter to crawl on the cold floor, just approached her little form and picked her up, immediately kissing and hugging her.

Nicole giggles again, hugging her father however she could and loving the attention given by him, “Oh, you smell so good.” he mutters, playfully sniffing her neck, “I love how baby soap smells.” Nicole babbles a bit, pressing her cheek to his shoulder as he carries her to the kitchen.

There are four large aluminum foil boxes on the kitchen table, two of them open and exposing the delicious interior, “Oh, holy shit those look so good.” he comments, making his wife peek out from behind the fridge’s door with a grin, “Fuck, the chicharron looks so good.” and it was cut in bite sized pieces, he couldn’t help but plop one in his mouth and immediately groan at the taste, “Oh fuck.”

“You better be careful,” she says, disappearing behind the fridge’s door again, “Because if you keep this up Nikki’s next word will be the F one.”

Bradley licks his fingers clean, looking down at Nicole who was mesmerized by the way his cheek moved, “Nikki,” he taps her nose with his knuckles, “Don’t say the bad word, only daddy is allowed to.” and he takes another bite of the pork belly, flicking his gaze at his little daughter who just watched with stars in her eyes. She followed when he brings it to his mouth, trying to mimic his eating only to make him laugh, “Not yet birdie, when you are old enough you’ll discover the wonders of Mexican food.”

Beatrice closes the door with her hip, holding two soda cans with a grin, “We got some special treatment tonight.” she comments as she plucks them open, the satisfying hiss followed, “I managed to get the extra combo tonight, so we not only got the usual but we got caramel flan and pineapple empanadas.”

“No way.”

“Yes way.” she smiles, “I felt like my husband needed that extra sweetness.”

Rooster licks his lips, eyes softening because he felt so…loved and warm all over. “...thank you,babe.”

“You are welcome,Roos.” she says, going back to the fridge to plop some ice cubes in their glasses, “Are you feeling any better?”

He inhales softly, arching his brows and giving her a small smile, “A little.” he gently picks Nicole’s hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the tiny dents of her knuckles and then her forehead, “Shower helped. And…” he laughs quietly, “I don’t know,maybe you were right about…me needing extra sweetness tonight.”

Beatrice knew what he meant, but it was good to hear nonetheless. She set the glasses aside, approaching him to quickly wrap her arms around his middle, propping her chin on his pecks just like he does to her, “You do.” she whispers, “You’ll be okay,Roos.”

“I know.” he says softly, kissing her head, “I will.”

She just leans into his kiss, meeting his lips with her own briefly and only leaving him after she kisses Nikki’s button nose, “Well,we better eat. It’ll get cold.”

“And we wouldn’t want that.”

The best thing about dinner, besides how delicious it was, was seeing Nicole trying to snatch a bite with her toothless mouth, following her parents movements with her eyes, trying to reach any piece that she could and it was adorable how focused she was. Beatrice did feed her as the night went by, but it was obvious their daughter had her eyes in another prize.

After dinner, after he was happily full, Beatrice gently guided him to the living room, “Sit,sit!” she says sweetly as Rooster approaches the couch. He notices the several types of skin care masks and creams on the coffee table, “I’ll get the ice globes!” she rushes out of the living room so quickly he barely sees her.

Beatrice comes back gently tapping the frosty purple glass globes together, “Okay, now,” she begins, “You are going to lie your head on my lap and Nikki can stay on your chest, there’s no problem.” she was giddy “I’ve decided to not give you a mani pedi yet because I know you can be a bit ticklish.”

“Wha?” he furrows his brows, “Me? Ticklish? Where?”

“On your feet,” she smiles, “Plus your feet are pretty good, no need for it right now.”

Rooster purses his lips but shrugs, following Beatrice with his eyes until she sat directly next to his head. He drops to her thighs with a happy sigh, Nicole watching this with curiosity and vocalizing as her mother starts gently massaging Rooster’s face, “Oh, that’s nice…I like this.” she smiles while moving her fingers on his cheeks, “Feels soothing.”

“It should be.” she giggles, kissing his scalp, “I want you to relax,Roos.”

He knew that. And he physically did so, exhaling heavily as his wife gently massaged his face. He…was going to be okay, he didn’t want to have these thoughts so often. He wanted to move on but he also knew that in need to move on he’d have to talk about certain things he refused to.

He loved his mother.

He truly loved his mother…even if he imagined she apologized to him in the shape of a bird…it wasn’t the same. He’d love to talk to her, he wanted to understand why, he wanted to know why he wasn’t given the choice when he was old enough to.

He was severely depressed when he started college, he couldn’t join the Navy because of his uncle and his mother. He didn’t hate her, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t hurt about it…certain things, even if back then were ‘easier’ to figure out it didn’t mean it was resolved.

Rooster pushed it deep into his mind and forgot about it.

Or at least he tried to.

Beatrice’s emotions were on her sleeve even when she tried to hide them, she couldn’t lie, whenever she was too anxious she’d either wring her hands or have a blank look on her face for minutes. Him was a different story.

Hold it in. Prevent. Hide. You achieved so much shoving those memories and how they hurt in your brain, why bother with them now? That’s how it was, maybe even since his father passed. He had to grow up so fast, he had to become the ‘man of the house’ and help his mother how he could.

Carole didn’t show her emotions in front of him either, probably because she didn’t want him to worry more but that only added to the overall stress and doubts. It wasn’t her fault, she was trying to get back on her feet after the love of her life passed tragically and she had a little boy to raise.

Maybe that’s why he was so hesitant talking about his mother, he didn’t want to blame her like that. Because that’s -” Ah! Holy shit!” He jumps when he feels the cold globes touching his cheeks, widening his eyes to look back at Bea who immediately pulls them back with an apologetic look on her face.

‘Sorry! Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, just,got surprised.” he sighs, rubbing his forehead with his free hand as Nicole giggles on his chest “Shit that’s cold.”

“It helps soothe the skin.” she says as helpful as she could “You were deep in thought.”

He looks back at Beatrice with his brows furrowed, “You don’t have to tell me.” she says gently, “You really don’t, just enjoy the rest of the night, okay Roos?”

Bradley inhales softly, trying to calm his brain down, letting a gentle chuckle that only makes Bea smile more, “Okay,gorgeous.”

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Part 6

Rated M

The late bloomer 🌬🥀 Part 7

WARNINGS ⚠️ A/B/O themes (heat, knotting, ruts etc.), primal play, defined sub&dom roles, manipulation, toxic relationships, sadism, abuse, blood, Yandere undertones, mention (not graphically detailed or depicted) of traumatic events & bouts of physical violence.

A/N: This chapter contains some disgustingly love sick Soft Suki for you 🥺 Exposing some of a crucial plot point here too! It will reappear throughout the remainder of the story, along with better explanations. Enjoy this moment of calm sweetness, because things are about to blow up shortly 💥

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With the school week already coming to an end, you’d convinced Katsuki to allow you to go back to your bedroom. He’d begrudgingly agreed, deciding you guys would spend your final night nesting there, as he was escorting you down the empty hallway. You were shocked that he’d willingly left you alone as well. So while he went downstairs to cook, you happily took a nice long (SOLO, thank god) shower. Afterwards you’d found the time to give your mother a call.

Hello?

Hi mom, I ju-

I was wondering when you were finally going to call me! I wanted to give you guys time to settle down and rest before-

You already know? How the hell did-

Katsuki sent me a text, he didn’t say much but I was grateful for it regardless.

I’m sorry mom…it just came on out of nowhere! I felt so god awful, there was no way I could have even sent you a text, let alone try to call and explain what was happening.

I know sweetheart, been there done that…anyway!

*pause*

So how was it? Was it everything you dreamed it would be like? Did he make you see stars and sh-

MOM!

I’m sorry baby, I couldn’t resist! Had to tease you a little bit!

Oh very funny, you’re hilarious!

So you’re coming home for dinner on Saturday, Mitsuki and Masaru will be joining us of course, since the three of us want to see you two, now that you guys are officially mates, for traditions sake and all that jazz.

Three? Dad isn’t going to be-

Ah, he had somewhere he needed to be, had to leave the country for another meeting.

Oh…Okay then, what time are we supposed to be there?

7:00

Alright, well I’ll see you then mom…I love you

Love you too baby

Your dad was commonly absent these days; Maybe that’s why it had been so easy for Katsuki to swipe that Alpha position your life had been so sorely lacking. Come to think of it, how long had it been since you felt compelled to listen to a command your father had given? You didn’t have time to contemplate this, because a familiar booming voice reaching your ears from down the hallway.

“Oh shuddup will you?! That’s none of your business, nasty hag!”

You didn’t need to hear the other person’s retort to know who he was arguing with.

“Why would we want to come eat dinner with YOU? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad with her mom, and of course dad, but not with a rude-“

“Hah?! I’d like to see you try!”

You open the door, before he’s forced to figure out how to unlock it himself with dish laden arms.

Muttering a quite “Thanks princess”, as he passes you to set dinner down on your desk. Being closer enables you to hear the loud “Is that Y/N? Give her the phone! I want to talk to my daughter, rather than my ungrateful god awful excuse for a son!”, blaring through his phone speaker. Clicking the dead bolt into place, you cross the room and hold out your hand to Katsuki just as he starts in; “No! She doesn’t wanna talk to you, and for that matter, neither do I! And don’t be calling her your daughter, because then people will think some weird incest shit is happening! You-“.

Snatching the phone from your furious mate you put it to your ear as you take a seat on your bed.

“Hi mom, it’s me now! Suki didn’t mean any of that, he’s just cranky from lack of sleep…you know how he can be”.

Contrary to popular belief, Mitsuki Bakugou isn’t hard to get along with…as long as she likes you and fortunately, she happens to ADORE you. Hence the reason you have no qualms at referring to her and Masaru as “mom & dad”, you’d been calling them that (at her insistence, and much too Katsuki’s dismay) since you were thirteen.

The woman immediately began to gush with congratulatory glee towards you and her son’s union;

“Your mother and I just always knew you two would end up together, before the signs began to show, her and I would make jokes about you guys being reincarnated lovers from another lifetime…we used to laugh at the thought”. She pauses, getting choked up for a minute before continuing,

“Katsuki loves you so much y/n, he always has…I know he’s a lot to deal with sometimes and if it ever gets to be a little too much, or you need someone to vent to, I want you to come to me okay?”. You took her words to heart, and at the time they didn’t seem too out of place in the conversation.

“I will mom…thank you so much for always being there for me throughout the years, I appreciate everything you guys have done for me” you dabbed at the corner of your eyes with your robe’s sleeve.

After that the conversation turned towards a short discussion of mundane things, and finally she asked if your mother had mentioned Saturday evening’s plan. To which you responded; “Yep she told me, we’ll be there at seven sharp”. Katsuki had apparently gotten fed up with being ignored in favor of you talking to his mother, so he began pawing at the sash of your robe. Despite your best efforts at pushing him away he was able to tug the knot loose and pounced at first sight of your bare breasts.

“-Ah! Hey mom I’m sorry but I-“

The phone was yanked out of your hand abruptly, “You’ve blabbered at her enough ya old hag, don’t you have friends your own age? You’ve taken up enough of MY nesting time with MY MATE so bye!” sneers Katsuki as he ends the call.

“You didn’t have to be so mean Katsuki…she’s just happy for us and wanted to let me know…since you can’t be respectful enough to just listen to her speak” you huffed as you fell back on your pillows. “Shuddup, it’s time to eat…no more talking about her or I’ll lose my appetite and I’m really hungry…RAVENOUS actually” he says as he places a kiss to each nipple before trailing them all the way down to your pelvis, “C’mon get up now”. Your whine is loud and pathetic when he completely and purposefully neglects to kiss your pussy.

“Eat all your food and I might consider giving you a treat…greedy little princess, must be spoiling you too much lately”

“Yeah, Yeah”

Shrugging your robe off you knelt down and picked it up, leaving it to hang over the back of your desk chair as you clicked off the lamp. Quickly turning on your twinkling fairy lights, you slid into bed with a sigh at the familiar comfort of being naked between your sheets.

“Sukiiii” you crooned at the familiar feeling building up in your lower region, what once was an inferno from hell, was now just a comfortable warm and tingling sensation. You hear him spit and turn off the sink, before emerging from the bathroom.

A familiar swagger in his step as he approached the bed, stopping to stare down at you. You smile up at him, batting your eye lashes as you admire the way his gym shorts hang so dangerously low, shamelessly exposing the blonde trail and the mouth watering V of his hips. So you didn’t notice him suddenly flipping the thin sheet off you. Until the slight chill in the air has you whimpering as your nipples peaked. This brief discomfort was brushed aside as soon his dick was freed, you put a hand out before he crawls into bed with you.

“What?”

“Please let me…”

You shuffle over to the edge of the bed turning horizontally so your face is line with his length.

“I think I should show you my appreciation for taking such good care of me this week” you say, as you take hold of his growing stiffy. Licking off the bead of pre cum at the tip, you began pumping your hand gently, making sure you twist your wrist slightly with each stroke, just how he likes.

“Fuck yeah” he groans “Always so good to me, m’pretty girl…m’ perfect girl”. You moan with satisfaction at the already light slur of his speech, knowing your efforts were having the desired effect. “Yer everything ta me baby…I mean it I-Holyfuckingshit” his speech is unintelligible as you begin taking him deeper down your throat.

He gathers your hair in one hand as he lightly starts jerking his hips forward.

“Touch that pretty pussy and get it ready for me angel, gonna fuck this gorgeous face in the mean time” you comply immediately, fingers working your clit with vigor as he fucks himself down your throat. Your whining and gagging when he wedges himself a little too deep, but years of being with Katsuki has crafted your deep throat game into the stuff of legends.

“Such a trooper baby…fuckin perfect goddammit y/n!” His exclamation has you jumping nervously and pulling away. Before you can inquire what you did, he’s ordering you “Get on your fucking back NOW!”:

Your spread legs are trembling as he looms over you menacingly.

What did you do?! How could you have upset him?

“I’m sorry I yelled like that…I didn’t mean to scare you, it’s just…” he doesn’t finish the thought. Large hands bend your legs at each knee, pushing them up towards your shoulders evenly. You hold them there, so he can spread you open and align himself properly.

“All this from sucking my cock? How lucky can I be hah?” He slaps the head against your clit before teasing your opening. You don’t even realize you’d been holding your breath as he entered you, not until you feel his hips slam against your’s sheething himself entirely.

Your Yelp is drowned out by his loud cursing, your he’s holding himself up over the top of you. The expression on his face looks pained, a drop of sweat runs down the side of his face, and you notice he’s trembling.

“Suki?” You reach out but stop short, suddenly afraid to touch him. Through your physical connection you can sense something buzzing beneath the surface, and it makes you almost want to recoil. “Please…PLEASE! Touch me! Just touch me! If you don’t, I dunno what I might do! It’s too much!” The fear he’s feeling is audible in his voice, this is the first time you’ve heard him sound so shaken. So you wrap your arms around him and pull him down to your chest, and before you can whisper any words of reassurance, you feel it too….

“What’s…happening?”

Your nails sink into the skin of his shoulders, the repeated twitching of your fingers causing them to sink in deeper “Katsuki”.

He lets out a content hum before responding, “You feel it now too?”.

You stay silent, overwhelmed and frightened.

“Y/N…You feel this right?”

…..

“Y/N…you feel this too…don’t you?”

You feel like a live wire touched your soul; Your entire body has an electric current flowing through it, your brain is firing much faster than ever before and if you could comprehend any rational thoughts you just might be a genius. You can’t though, all you can comprehend is the man staring at you desperately waiting for you to say something to him.

“I feel it”

This too big smile appears on his face and then he’s suddenly kissing all over yours, mumbling “I knew it, I knew it” and what your sure was “I’m not crazy, I knew it was real”. This was frightening, your emotions were completely out of your control.

“It’s okay nothing bad is going to happen to you okay? I’m here, we’re together now like we were always supposed to be…god I love you so much”.

How could he say that?

If he was feeling as unstable as you were right now….what if both of your quirks happen to activate? Both of you are overflowing with some sort of power…One alone would do significant damage, but both of them together would yield catastrophic results.

The thoughts disappeared as abruptly as they’d appeared to begin with as you catch sight of the bite mark you’d left on his neck.

Every part of you belongs to me…you are mine, and mine alone, FOREVER!

The thought fills you to the brim with joy and your suddenly bursting with unrestrained love.

“Katsuki I love you, love me please, make love to me! I just want..no I need to feel you loving me” you don’t know if you interrupted him speaking or if your words even make sense. You tried to relay it through the connection you were apparently sharing, apparently he understood you through one way or another.

He started moving; Thrusting his cock deeper into you as your legs wrapped around him. You held him as close to you as possible, while still allowing him to move comfortably.

“Tell me what you feel baby, tell me everything” he needn’t elaborate, you immediately began spilling your guts.

“I feel…electricity…mixed with every single emotions Ive felt for you since we were kids…all those feelings are built up inside of me and it’s like my heart is about to burst! At the same time I feel all this power surging through me at the tips of my fingers and toes, like a single touch could just destroy everything if you weren’t here grounding me” you both moan in unison as he hits that particular spot inside of you. Stopping his thrusts he just rolls his hips forward and back, moving them in a circle and then alternating between the two. Each time the head of his cock presses into that spot and your seeing stars.

“The first time I felt this was when we were six years old wrestling in my back

Yard, do you remember that day?”

“Yeah, all the sudden you freaked out and pushed away from me…then you ran inside and wouldn’t come out of your room”

You’d been so sad that evening, thinking you had hurt him or upset him somehow. You had sobbed to your mother from the time you got home to the time you fell into a fit full sleep.

“Whenever we have prolonged skin to skin contact, this shit happens to me…Not when we’re just holding hands or something but touching somehow-Fuckkk” he growls biting his lip as your walls start clenching around his cock.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

You hated the idea of him dealing with this all alone, no wonder he thought he was crazy.

“I was just waiting to see if eventually you’d experience it…before you thought I was a fuckin’ psycho Or obsessed with touching you, I dunno dammit!” He huffs before continuing his shallow thrusts, teasing you “It wasn’t ever THIS strong before, but it’s increased over the years, now it’s barely containable”.

Despite the pleasure fueled haze you’ve been stuck in, you notice something eerie. The smile Katsuki is wearing isn’t one you ever remember seeing before an instantly a feeling of cold dread creeps up your spine.

“I’ve never gotten the chance to see how much stronger my quirk could possibly be when I’m feeling like this” his fingers brush over his mark on your neck, before their encircling and squeezing your throat.

“Could you imagine that princess? Imagine this feeling manifesting into something greater than either one of us would ever possibly have become on our own?”

The look on his face is becoming more deranged, the black of his pupils expanding over the red of his irises.

“To think that having you, owning you mind, body, and soul could have created something so amazing…it’s unreal..incredible…What if I’d of let someone else get ahold of you? Then what would have happened?”.

These aren’t questions for you to answer, so you stare up at him, trying hard not to let your fear bleed outward.

“Of course plenty of dumb mother fuckers tried, even after I thought I’d sent that first message out so clearly, when you first tried to fuck around with my feelings”

You don’t remember what he’s referring to, you’ve never played him before…never even considered such an awful thing.

The hand on your throat gives another subtle squeeze, as he resumes dragging his cock in and out of you at an agonizing pace. Gradually speeding up as you begin to plead, he’d purposely been keeping you just at the edge of release. This build up was maddening in itself.

“Katsuki…please”

His thrusts switch to quick and painfully deep each times he bottoms out. Before you know it, tears are dribbling down your cheeks. You just wanted to enjoy making love with your mate, your best friend, your everything…and now it was falling apart.

“Don’t look so sad baby…it’s okay I promise, you need me to slow down?”

That did somewhat help.

“I love you more than anyone or anything in this whole world, I’ll never abandon you ever…you’ll always stay beside me for the rest of our lives” the words are so heartfelt and you can’t help but lose yourself in the intensity of his oh so love sick gaze. It’s hypnotizing, drawing you in deeper with every unintentionally soliloquy, every promise of undying devotion.

It’s like you can feel your very souls twisting and tying themselves together into a knot for all eternity.

All you needed was right here in bed with you, conjoined with your body.

Every one of your senses perceived the entirety of him, everything inside you felt tied to him.

Katsuki is everything…everything was & always will be Katsuki and you were just fine with that.

For now anyway.

✨Did you guys like the little animation thing I made this time & last time? Please let me know what you thought of them! I really wanna start doing these more often, maybe not every update, but for ones with certain photos/gif’s I find/make or have saved that assist with the imagery of the story✨

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