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wlntrsldler · 9 months ago

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bad for business | luke castellan

warnings: loser!luke agenda is strong with this one, insecure!luke because of reader's judgmental siblings but they get over it later on, suggestive content but nothing explicit, luke being happy and in love (we need more of this; i'm pointing the finger at myself, i need to write happy luke fics) aphrodite!reader x luke, in an alternate universe where the betrayal didn't happen

based on bad for business by sabrina carpenter

i. he's good for my heart, but he's bad for business.

"she's probably going to dump him soon, anyway."

"she's just doing it for the tradition, obviously."

"she's too good for him."

sometimes luke just wanted to tell them to shut up, but he's already on thin ice with-- well, everyone at camp. they weren't a fan of the smell of cigarettes that lingered on his clothes, or the ugly scar on his face (this, wasn't his fault though. if anything, they should hate his fucking dad for giving him the quest in the first place), or the fact that he's somehow dating the most popular, gorgeous, and brilliant girl at camp.

you, y/n y/l/n, the favorite daughter of aphrodite. at first luke thought that you'd be just like the rest of the aphrodite girls (he's not one to perpetuate stereotypes, being the victim of it all his life, but the aphrodite kids always turned their noses up at him so he didn't feel too bad dishing it out), but then you smiled at him with your pretty, pink lips and luke knew he was a goner. he didn't stand a chance (not like he fought it too hard anyway)

you made an effort to remember his name, say hello to him when you passed by him, and you even went as far as asking him for his opinion on things.

"what do you think of this strategy, luke?" you asked, staring at him directly. the entire blue team was arguing loudly (luke thought their strategy fucking sucked and was a sure way for the ares cabin to, once again, demolish all of you, but he was going to keep that to himself) before your soft voice broke the noise. everyone stopped in their tracks because why the hell were you talking to him? asking him for his opinion?

he blinked, even looking behind him in case there was some other kid named luke that he didn't know about. when he finally realized that you were talking to him, he managed to stutter out that the plan was fine. you looked at him skeptically, penetrating the persona he put up with everyone, but decided not to push him anymore and simply nodded.

when the red team, led by the ares cabin, of course, handed your asses to you on a silver platter, you found luke at dinner and sat directly in front of him. chris, who was just as starstruck as luke that you were sitting with them, immediately scrambled off his seat and mumbled some half-hearted excuse to leave the two of you alone.

"so, spill," you said, planting your tray of food on the table. "what did you really think of the strategy?"

your conversation went from strategy to your life to his life to everything and anything until you two were the last two people left. he was glad when people finally got tired of gawking at you and him. (many in disbelief, all in jealousy that you decided to sit with him) you didn't seem to mind the stares, though, luke figured it was because you were used to it. it was hard not to stare at you.

luke thought that dinner was just a glitch in the matrix, that it was just some weird anomaly that would never happen again. he was just thankful that it happened; but then the next day, your perfectly manicured hand knocked on the hermes cabin door and you stood in front of luke with a timid smile on your face to ask him to train you in sword fighting.

luke got dressed at record speed. chris woke up after the third time luke hit his head under his bed when he was trying to find a semi-decent shirt to wear to your sparring session (maybe one that didn't smell too much like cigarettes). chris sat up on his bed, eyebrow quirked, with a teasing smile on his face.

as luke was racing out the door, he looked at chris, "don't start.''

chris threw his head back laughing, "i didn't say anything."

luke threw a pillow at chris with an oomph before rushing out to meet you.

the training sessions slowly morphed into sitting next to each other daily during meals, then into hanging out at campfires, until it got to the point when there wouldn't be a second of free time where the two of you wouldn't be together. luke could feel your siblings shooting daggers at him whenever he was alone, like a warning to stay away from you, but it's not like he was the one initiating things.

sure, he would follow you around the ends of the world if you asked (or even if you didn't, let's be honest here) but luke didn't want to test his luck so he just went with the flow. sometimes, he just wanted to talk to your siblings to set the record straight.

"look, i'm just as fucking confused as you are," he would say, "i don't know why she's hanging out with me either."

as much as he enjoyed your moments together, a piece of him still worried that you were just being nice. maybe you were this way with everyone. maybe he just likes you so much that he's making up these scenarios in his head.

he tried to talk to chris about it, but that proved to be the wrong decision because it's not like the boy had any experience either; he was pining over clarisse. the blind leading the blind, truly.

and then one day, while you and luke were sitting beside the water, after a long day of training, you looked over at him with an unreadable expression.

panicked, luke immediately straightened his back and twisted his body to face you. he wanted to reach for your hand to comfort you, but decided against it. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. he cleared his throat, "what's wrong?"

"why haven't you asked me out?"

you would've thought percy summoned a cold wave to crash into luke with the way he was sitting there frozen. luke was looking at you blankly, like his brain was short-circuiting. it was a habit of his to blink and tilt his head to the side whenever he was shocked.

"huh?"

you were frowning now, "do you not like me? i'm sorry, i guess i was just reading the situation wrong."

"woah, pause," luke leaned in closer, inspecting your face to see if there was a punchline about to drop like it was a gotcha! moment and all of your siblings would come out from behind the trees to laugh at him. he found no sign of such a thing. "do you like me?"

"luke, i've been so obvious," there was a hint of embarrassment in your voice and luke wanted to kiss it away. your cheeks were dusted with the lightest shade of red as you chewed on your bottom lip. "i thought maybe you liked me too, but i guess it was all in my head. i'm sorry-- forget i even said anything."

"yeah, i don't want to forget it," luke shook his head, now stumbling over his words. his brain was working again, sort of. "i like you, too. like really like you. sorry, you just caught me off guard for a sec."

"you do?"

"gods, i really really do."

you beamed at him and luke was so thankful that he was sitting because his knees would've buckled at your reaction and humiliated himself by falling face-first in the water if he was standing. he was especially thankful that he was sitting when you climbed onto his lap to make out with him until both of your lips were bruised.

ii. i'm mad for you, it's sad but true, and you know it. you're on my mind, you stole my life and it's showing.

word traveled fast after that. when you walked into breakfast with luke's arm around your waist, the whispers started. luke thought the staring before was bad, but this was on a new level. he felt the other aphrodite kids following his every move, poison in their eyes.

when you sat next to luke, impossibly close to him, chris' eyebrows rose in glee. he motioned to the both of you with his spoon, flicking drops of milk with the motion, "what's going on here?"

"i'm luke's girlfriend now."

luke nearly choked on the apple he was eating when he heard the words leave your lips. yes, he knew that you were dating now (his pathetically hoarse voice saying, "will you be my girlfriend?" after the hours-long makeout session the night before haunted his dreams last night; he wanted to keep his cool so bad, but it just wasn't possible when you were sitting on his lap, all pretty with your thighs on either side of his, lips glossy with his saliva instead of your typical lipgloss), but it was the first time he heard you refer to yourself as his girlfriend. his girlfriend.

"nice," chris raised his hand up for a high-five, which luke was about to complete, but chris pulled his hand away, "not for you, dude."

you giggled and high-fived chris, making luke look between the two of you in bewilderment.

"what the fuck was that?" luke asked. when did you and chris get close?

"this is embarrassing," you started, looking down at your plate of food. you were dragging your spoon across the blob of oatmeal, "but i talked to chris about you last week because i was so sad that you haven't made a move yet. i just wanted to hear his opinion on things in case i was just being stupid."

"why didn't you tell me this?"

"i tried!" chris argued, laughing a bit when luke's face turned red, "plus, i didn't want to tell you that me and y/n had a conversation because i had faith that you'd make a move! i obviously bet on the wrong horse, though, because y/n made the move."

"oh my gods, i'm a loser." luke groaned, tossing the apple on his tray. he lost his appetite. "you mean we could've been together this entire time?"

you placed a hand on his thigh, making him turn his attention to you. you gave him a comforting smile that he quickly reciprocated. you gave his thigh a soft squeeze, "it's okay, luke. we can make up for lost time."

luke smirked at you, "tonight?"

"dude, i'm trying to fucking eat."

luke threw up the middle finger to chris' face before connecting your lips.

to luke's surprise, your relationship didn't really change much after putting a label on it. (the changes that did occur were that now he can kiss you freely, which he was thankful for, and that you were even more touchy with him, which he was extremely thankful for because he loved having you next to him at all times. he was so smitten with you.) he realized then how blind he'd been the entire time because you were so very obvious about your feelings for him, he was just too stuck in his own head to notice it.

he started being outwardly affectionate with you, gaining more confidence while he was on your arm. his favorite thing to do was to wrap his arms around your torso and bury his face into the crook of your neck. he loved hearing you erupt in giggles when his curls tickled your skin. he was drunk on you and you didn't mind one bit.

you even said that you were more attached to him than he was to you (he looked at you like you had three heads because it couldn't have been further from the truth.)

he took you on little picnic dates and made you jewelry that you wore proudly, and you wore his clothes (he would be lying if he said that his heart didn't skip a beat when you walked out of the aphrodite cabin sporting his hermes sweater) but above all, luke loved the way he could talk to you about everything. he told you about his mom, his dad, his doubts and his insecurities, and you listened. you would sit there, hands in his hair, while he laid on your chest. he didn't know the last time he felt safe, but with you, he always did.

iii. all of my friends think i've gone crazy, but they don't know me like my baby.

luke tried to ignore the fact that there were running bets from campers about how long you two would last, but it was getting to him. he'd heard it all; a week, two weeks, three months. he fought the urge to roll his eyes when he heard the jingling of drachmas being passed around when you and him were seen together after someone lost their bet.

it's been two months but people still believed that you two were going to break up soon. the idea of it made luke feel sick. he couldn't imagine a life without being yours anymore. truth be told, he was wholly yours the minute he met you, but after every kiss, every hug, every second with you, he was just falling deeper in love with you.

it was a little scary.

"hiya, baby," you greeted him, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

you started calling him the pet name a few days into dating and luke actually whimpered when you did it the first time. you loved getting these reactions from luke and his little sounds (both innocent and not-so-innocent) only spurred you on. when he's with you, luke turned into this mush, always wanting to be held by you or touching you in some way.

"hi," he mumbled, leaning up to place a quick kiss on your lips.

you hummed happily before resting your hands on his back, "baby, you're tense. are you okay?"

"yeah," luke replied, but his furrowed eyebrows said differently.

"no you're not," you walked in front of him, wrapping your arms around his torso, "what's going on?"

luke sighed, "everyone thinks we're gonna break up-- or more specifically, everyone thinks you're gonna break up with me."

"do you believe that i'll break up with you?" you frowned, loosening your hold on him. "did i do something that made you think that?"

"no, no," he said, quickly. he pulled you closer to him, not wanting you to let go of him. "i just-- i dunno. everyone says i'm not good enough for you, and i know i'm not, and it's getting to my head a little bit."

you looked up at him, removing your hands from around him to reach for his face. you brought his face down closer to yours to pepper kisses all over it; his cheeks, his lips, his scar, his jaw. "i think you're perfect."

"you have to say that 'cause you're my girlfriend," he playfully rolled his eyes, but he couldn't stop a goofy smile from forming on his face due to your kisses.

"yeah, i am your girlfriend," you reminded him, placing a longer kiss on his lips now. your lips moved together, making luke's hands wander to your lower back to push you closer to him. you pulled away, breathless, "listen to your girlfriend, baby. i'm not going anywhere so don't worry your pretty little head about it."

there were still moments when the voices of the other campers bounced around in luke's head, but you were always there to quiet them with your reassurance and your love for him.

eventually, people stopped talking about you and luke and accepted that you two weren't breaking up anytime soon (they were about six months too late, in luke's opinion). he even managed to win over your siblings later on (kind of; they still don't talk to him unless they have to but they smile at him now, but luke isn't picky; a win is a win)

luke was happy and in love and it was all thanks to you.

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cumikering · 8 months ago

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Neighbour Ghost x reader 2

2.1k | fluff You had many dinners with Simon (part 1) (part 3)

Simon Riley white-knuckled the vegetable peeler against the poor carrot in his other hand like it owed him money.

He’d knocked on your door that morning with the full intention of being helpful, but it was painfully difficult to hide the fact that he was beyond clueless as he stood there at the counter. He even dressed for the occasion, wearing a loose black shirt to not dirty his sleeves. It was his first time seeing you in something other than a hoodie, and he caught your momentary gaze on his tattooed arm.

Sure, he kept telling himself each time he came up with an excuse to have you over was for his mum’s company. It made him happy to see the smile on her face as she chatted with you, your laughter filling his otherwise quiet flat. But was it really for her company now, when it was just the two of you as he embarrassed himself?

Regretting what he thought was a brilliant idea, he glanced at you, absolutely horrified of being a hold up and ruining lunch.

You didn’t even look up from the pot you were stirring. “You know, I really don’t like doing the dishes. Would you like to help with that instead?”

A small sigh of relief escaped him as he dropped everything on the cutting board, thankful you spared the sliver of dignity he had left. He did most of the cleaning while he watched you. You said you weren’t the best cook, but your movements were serene, easy. You didn’t look like you were going to chop your fingers off, and to him, that made you far above decent.

Evidently, Melanie complimented the meal generously while Simon simply asked for a third helping. He beat you to the dishes after that, not allowing you to lift a finger after all the cooking you did.

At your door, you turned to him. “In case I don’t see you again before you ship out-“

“You will. I leave Thursday morning.”

“Oh.”

“Can I have your number?”

You handed him your phone and Simon Riley called himself from it.

“I’ll see you around, Simon.” You smiled at him.

Again, he only left when you’d closed your door. When he entered his flat, his mum looked up from wiping down the dining table.

She sighed softly. “How long am staying, Si? It’s been over two weeks now.”

“As long as you want, mum. I’d rather you here.” He walked over to her. “At least I know you’ll be safe.”

“What’s going to happen to your dad?”

“You wouldn’t let me bash his face in, and he’s not my dad. Not sure he ever was,” he said gravely. “I can’t tell you what to do, but I just need to know you’re safe. That’s all I’m asking.”

She turned away, the discomfort evident in her eyes. Simon knew the look to well.

“You need to leave him, mum,” he said under his breath.

“I think I’m going to stay a few more weeks, two months tops,” she finally said. “Until things settle. I’ll look for a job meanwhile.”

“You really don’t have to.”

“I want to feel useful, Si,” she reassured. “You’ve been too kind to me.”

“Never enough.”

When's the latest you can have dinner before it's not called dinner anymore? Simon texted you Monday afternoon.

Is this the premise to a joke?

He tilted his head. On second thought, it did sound like one of his dad jokes.

No, was a genuine question actually.

9, maybe. Why?

I'll be home before 7:30. Would it be okay to wait for me for dinner until then?

Who's cooking?

Takeout chef down the street. You pick who the lucky bloke is

You smiled as he stood at your door with takeout in hand. The way you looked at him made him question his clean shaven look that day. Did he look too much like an adolescent with no scruff?

Simon didn’t like making conversation, let alone with someone as sunny as you, but he was surprised to find that he wanted to put himself in a social situation with you. Still, he wasn’t used to it. He tried saying more, he really did, but the most he managed to tell was that he was an apprentice butcher back in Manchester before he enlisted, and that he was a currently a lieutenant in the SAS.

After dinner, you sat facing each other on your small couch sipping on tea, knees almost touching each other’s.

At this point, he noticed you didn’t look away as much as you did the previous instances. Either you’d got used to his unyielding stare or his attempt to appear less scary succeeded. You didn’t ask further about his job, and he hoped it was because you thought it was mostly confidential, not because you were afraid of him. That was alright though, you were far more interesting than his work anyway. He enjoyed watching the way you lit up talking about your interests.

Perhaps it was patronising how he wondered why you could be so much like sunshine in this bleak world, walking around like no one was going to break your heart. He found your generosity reckless, even foolish. Guilt pricked his heart for having these unsavoury thoughts, yet he was still utterly and shamelessly fascinated by your smile.

Despite him not wanting to leave, he excused himself for the night before it was remotely late.

“The day at the base starts early, yeah?”

He gave you a small smile. “Same time tomorrow?”

You nodded.

“Good night, luv.”

On his way to the lift, he knocked on the door of his own flat. His mum answered, clutching her cardigan close to her chest.

“Oh, Simon. I wasn’t expecting you.” She stepped aside. “Are you staying the night? I’ll get the bed-”

“No, ’m just dropping by.” He closed the door behind him.

“Did you need something? Have you had dinner yet?”

“I did, yeah.”

A knowing smile tugged on her lips. “Was it with someone I know?”

“Wanted to say good night and make sure everything’s alright.” A blush might have crept up his neck as he stepped in for a one-armed hug.

But the next night, Simon dropped by again before going back to base.

“Why are you here every day now?” Melanie looked at her son with a teasing smile. “I’m not complaining, but I thought you said you were too busy to come home.”

“Can I not want to see my own mum?”

“Sure, Si.” She gave him a playful side eye. “Let me see what ingredient I’m missing, in case you want to run to the shops.”

He groaned. “I’m shipping out Thursday. Wanted to take you somewhere nice for dinner tomorrow. Get yourself an outfit. Use my card.”

“How nice!” She beamed. “Is she coming with?”

He looked away. “I didn’t invite her.”

“Would you like to?” When he gave her an unsure look, she reassured, “I don’t mind at all. She’s sweet and I’m happy you’re meeting new people.”

Of course it didn’t take any convincing for him to invite you to his favourite steakhouse in the city. In fact, he very much looked forward to having another excuse to see you, especially dressed up. Not like you didn’t look nice, but thinking of taking you out made him giddy. He suddenly didn’t dread the med evals, trainings and briefings he usually detested before each deployment.

When he arrived at base, your reply waited.

Thank you so much for the invite. The place sounds lovely, but I don’t want to intrude. Have a nice evening you both!

His shoulders sagged. Can I at least see you after dinner?

Mrs. Riley beamed when Simon picked her up with a rose in hand. He didn’t remember ever seeing her so dressed up, and he was glad to have given her the opportunity to. She gushed over the delicious dinner, the wine and how polite the waiters were that it brought a bittersweet smile to his lips.

He could tell how much the evening meant to her, and it broke his heart that no one had cared for her that much in a very long time. He held her hand as they walked back to his flat.

“You be safe, Simon. I’ll be waiting for you,” she hugged him tight at the door as her voice wavered, her eyes brimming with tears.

He gave her a squeeze, feeling the emotions rubbing off on him. “Will do, mum. I’ll be home as soon as I can,” he said into her hair.

She gave him a kiss on the cheek before he headed to your flat.

Simon didn’t recall feeling this heavy upon shipping out in recent memory, but as you answered the door in your loose shirt and shorts, his arms ached to wrap around you. Instead, he shoved his hands in his trousers pockets.

“Would you like to come in?”

“I can’t,” he said. Because if I did, I wouldn’t want to leave.

You looked away, seemingly a little embarrassed by his rejection.

“May I ask why you didn’t want to come earlier?”

You stepped out into the corridor, closing the door behind you. “I feel your mum would appreciate it more if it’s just the two of you, that’s all.”

“Maybe next time with you then?” he asked hopefully. “Just us?”

You nodded and a smile blossomed on his lips in return. You both lingered a few more seconds in silence.

“I’m wishing you and your unit the very best on your mission. Please take care out there.” You cast your gaze down.

He caught the wobble in your voice and the sincerity was the push he needed. You barely had time to react to him stepping in for a hug. His arms encircled your frame loosely, but tightened as soon as yours wrapped around his waist. He curled over you, inhaling your scent as your breath tickled his neck.

The lack of distance only highlighted how much he towered over you. He was sure you could feel his racing heart under his turtleneck, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to hold you.

“Let me know when you’re back,” you said when he pulled away.

“’course.”

Simon very much looked forward to your texts whenever he had time to himself. While he asked you about your days, he unfortunately couldn’t say much about his. Instead, he sent you photos of the sunrise, or the shit cup of tea he was having. In return, you sent photos of the Hereford sunset and your meals. He said the kind of food he ate would ruin your appetite.

You told him his mum got a job at that bakery you loved – you knew the owner. On some days if her schedule allowed, you could walk back home with her. Simon thanked you for keeping her company, knowing how much she must have appreciated it.

The two weeks seemed to roll by a litter faster than usual. You were the first to know as soon as he was scheduled to fly back. He said he’d probably get home a late, but would love to see you if you had the time.

At his first knock, rapid footsteps came from behind your door which you swung open with a grin on your face. “You’re back!”

“May I come in?”

You made way for him, and when the door closed behind you, he stepped in, arms lifted a little. With a chuckle, you closed the gap, squeezing him tight.

“Are you available for dinner tomorrow?”

You pulled away. “No, going out with friends.”

“Oh,” he muttered. “Sunday then?”

“That’ll do.” You smiled, walking backwards to the kitchen. “Come, I’ll make us a cuppa. Co-worker gave me some oolong tea.”

His eyes softened. “Sorry, can’t stay long, luv. I’m going back to base.”

“But tomorrow is Saturday. I thought you stay home on weekends.”

“Yeah, but it’s too late now. I don’t want to bother my mum.”

You gestured at the couch with a chuckle. “I’d offer you this, but it’s way too small for you.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to bother his mum - he wouldn’t. He could get in and out the place without a sound, nor was your couch a problem. He could sleep on the floor and it would still be better than some of the places he’d had the pleasure to sleep in.

He wasn’t ready yet, especially not when he just got back, with his mind still reeling 1000 miles an hour.

“That’s okay. I can head back.”

Your brow rose at him. He understood how silly it was now, driving all the way to you at this hour to not even stay 15 minutes. It was embarrassing, if he was honest, how much he was transfixed on seeing you that he didn’t even think of the logistics of the visit.

“Sorry, I’m not a late sleeper. I’m dead tired and always sleep like a log the first night back.” His eyes flicked to your lips as he swallowed. “I’ll pick you up Sunday?”

You smiled. “Where are we going?”

“The same place. I think you’re going to like it.”

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woso-dreamzzz · 8 months ago

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Struggle

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You try to get dressed by yourself

There's a lot of change now that you live in England. There's no more Wolfsburg, no more German and no more Morsa through the phone. Now it's Not-Wolfsburg and English and Morsa in person.

It's a big change but you're being very brave about it all and trying to be a big girl.

Momma has been a little stressed about settling in at Not-Wolfsburg and with getting everything moved into the house. Some of the things that were meant to be shipped over have been delayed so she's a little antsy about it.

You try to be helpful like keeping your toys tidy and not complaining too much when Morsa wants to take pictures of you in her Not-Wolfsburg jersey but things are very different.

Your English is not quite as good as your other languages so Momma and Morsa exclusively speak it to you at home unless you're very tired and tearful. You're trying very hard with your English though and are learning new things every day.

You think that if you try very hard it might make Momma more relaxed so you're desperately trying to find other ways to make her relaxed too. One of the girls from training told you that big girls get dressed by themselves.

You've never done it before but Morsa calls you her big girl all the time so you must be one. Morsa always lays your clothes out the night before you wear them and tonight you stand at her side as she chooses.

"Um..." You say because you still have to speak English and you're trying to think of your words. "That!" You point at one of your plain t-shirts nestled between a Wolfsburg shirt and a Not-Wolfsburg shirt.

Momma tells you all the time now that you can't wear a Wolfsburg jersey to Not-Wolfsburg training because it's a little bit rude but you don't want to wear a Not-Wolfsburg jersey either. You kind of wish you had a red jersey because teams with red on their jerseys are always really good.

Regardless, you point at the plain t-shirt because it's the happy middle before also choosing the pair of shorts that have stars on them.

"Good choice," Morsa says before she lays them out on the little rocking chair you have in the corner for bedtime cuddles," Alright, into bed."

You hurry to get under the covers, making sure to give girl-swan and girl-moose kisses. Momma comes in as you do so. She tucks your blankets up to your chin before placing feather-light kisses to your face.

"I love you."

"Love you," You echo and Morsa takes her place.

She gives you kisses too. "I love you."

"Love you."

Momma turns on your nightlight and Momma leaves your door open a crack.

You make sure to go to sleep very quickly so the morning can come sooner and you can impress Momma and Morsa by getting dressed all by yourself.

It's still quite dark when you wake up but your nightlight is still on so you can still see and you make your way over to where your clothes are waiting.

You manage to slip your shorts on fairly easily because you only need to put your feet in the holes and pull them up like you do with your pull-ups. It's a little weird though because usually your pockets are at the back rather than the front but you've managed to do your shorts all by yourself so you don't really think a lot about how the pockets have changed positions.

It's the t-shirt that gives you trouble. First, you can't find the neckhole, trying to force your head through the arm holes twice. Next, you somehow manage to get your elbow through one of the holes but, when you realise that your actual hand hasn't gone through, you find out that you can't get your elbow back out.

You don't like this feeling and whine loudly as you try to fight it but it's just no use. You struggle uselessly against it until you're quite firmly stuck and that makes you fall onto your butt and cry.

"Okay, okay," Momma's comforting voice shushes you softly as her hands gently pushes at your elbow from the other side until it pops out and falls limp at your side.

The t-shirt is pulled off of your head and you surge into Momma's arms. She cradles you instantly, holding you close into her warm safety as you wet her pyjama top with your tears.

You blubber half-words into her neck as her gentle hand rubs your back.

"What was that about, huh, Princesse?" Momma asks, not forcing you out of your hiding spot.

"What was what about?" Morsa pops her head into the room, taking in the way that your pyjamas lie on the floor with your t-shirt and the way that you're being held against Momma. Her eyes drift down to your shorts where she bursts out laughter. "Your shorts are on backwards."

Immediately, you burst into tears.

"Magda!" Momma hisses and you know she's serious because she's using Morsa's adult name.

Morsa looks a little apologetic when she sees your state and moves to touch you but you shy away. She frowns and extends her hand for you but you still refuse to take it.

"What happened? Huh?" Momma asks you softly.

"Bein' big girl," You cry.

"Oh, yeah?

You nod pathetically.

"And that's why you tried to get dressed all by yourself?"

You nod even more pathetically than before. You tried really hard to be a big girl but, just like your English, you're not very good at it yet. You're just a little girl and little girls don't get to get dressed by themselves.

You're a bit sullen as Momma and Morsa work together to get you dressed, head hung low as Momma swaps your shorts around the right way and Morsa gets your head through the right hole of your t-shirt.

You're a little girl today.

You wish you were a big girl.

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kaleldobrev · 9 months ago

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In the Cover of the Night

Pairing: Felix Catton x F. Reader

Feat. Character(s): Reader & Felix Catton

Summary: Felix fingering you on the steps in the middle of the night

Word Count: 939

Warnings: Cursing (5x), Smoking (Brief), Smut (Fingering - Semi-Public) & Praise Kink (Implied)

Authors Note: Semi-public sex tag as this is taking place outside | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

There was a slight summer breeze as you sat out on the steps with a lit cigarette between your fingers, looking up at the almost full moon in the starry night sky. You were severely under dressed to be outside this time of night; only wearing one of Felix's light dress shirts with absolutely nothing else underneath, as it was the first piece of clothing you had managed to find from the scattering of clothes on yours and his floor from the needy and desperate sex the two of you engaged in after yet another Catton dinner party.

As you placed the cigarette into your mouth, you turned your attention to yours and Felix's bedroom; the darkness completely consuming the space — the moonlight trying it's best to make it's way into the room but ultimately failing because of the curtains completing covering the windows.

You heard footsteps coming from behind you, and you turned to see who it could be. Your first thought was Venetia as she would usually be the one to come and spend time with you this time of night; the two of you often enjoying staring up at the moon together. But it was Felix who was making his way toward you with an already lit cigarette in hand wearing just his robe and nothing else. "Were you peeping at me before you decided to come and join me?" You asked, as your boyfriend took a seat on the same steps your feet were placed on.

“For a bit. You look very tempting like this; couldn’t help myself,” he smiled, popping the cigarette between his lips.

"I was just having a little smoke and looking up at the moon. What's so tempting about me this way?" You asked as innocently as you possibly could while nonchalantly starting to part your legs, and putting out your cigarette on the steps.

You noticed his eyes starting to move from your own to your legs as he placed a single hand on your thigh, smirking as he did so. “You’re wearing one of my shirts with no panties on, love,” he stated. As he spoke, his hand moved up your thigh slowly, stopping at the hem of the dress shirt. “And you know how much I love fucking you in my clothes,” he added, keeping that signature smirk of his on his lips.

He removed the cigarette from between his lips, and put it out in a spot next to yours before his fingertips started to inch their way higher so they were completely underneath the shirt. He brushed them ever so slightly against your clit, and you were starting to get wet from the insanely brief contact that he was giving you. You used to be embarrassed by this, embarrassed by how turned on he had made you by barely doing anything; how instantly there would be such a pool between your legs the second he even remotely looked in your direction. But as time went on, you didn’t care, didn’t care because you knew how much he loved having this kind of effect on you, because you had the exact same effect on him.

“Always so ready for me,” he whispered; two fingers running up and down your clit. “Want to fuck you just like this,” he whispered again, his fingertips still teasing the outside.

“Then do it,” you stated; and his smirk grew even wider — you didn’t think it could get any wider. He didn’t say anything in response; he simply just started dipping his two fingers inside of you, starting to fill you with the sensation you always seemed to crave. Despite having sex with him only a few hours prior, you would never get tired of the feeling of him filling you up.

Your head automatically went back and you shut your eyes; but it was so brief as his other hand went to your jaw, making you focus on his face. His fingers went in deeper, slightly curling. “Lift up the shirt a little so you can look,” he said, an octave above a whisper. “Want you to see how beautiful you look like this.”

Without hesitation, you did as you were told, and lifted the hem of the shirt more, your pussy completely exposed out in the open as you watched his fingers disappearing and reappearing inside of you — the moonlight providing the most erotic looking type of light. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, and he finally leaned in to capture your lips; which caused his fingers to go even deeper inside of you. You moaned into his mouth as you kissed; his fingers starting to pick up the pace just only slightly. Your moans were so muffled, and that's one of the things he had loved when it came to fucking you like this out in the open. He loved how you tried so hard to remain quiet, but always failed.

You started to clench around him, and he smirked into the kiss. "Does my girl need to come?" He whispered in your ear; slightly nipping at your earlobe before starting to kiss your neck.

"Yes," you moaned out, as he continued to suck and kiss your neck — ultimately wanting to leave hickies on your skin.

"Then come," he said softly, his lips attaching themselves to your chest; almost peppering kisses just below your collarbone.

With a few more pumps, your whole body started to shudder as you came; but his movements didn't let up as he helped you ride out your orgasm. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come," he praised against your skin. He always praised you.

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thecomfortgoth · 1 year ago

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Peeping Tom Part 2

18+ MDNI (just don't, ok?)

Part 1 can be found here. Masterlist can be found here.

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader x Perv!Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve hadn't been able to get what he'd saw behind that gym block out of his mind. Even when he was fucking other girls. A confession, a confrontation and a deal is made.

WC: 8.2k

CW: unprotected p in v sex (use a condom, pls), booty call, masturbation (m), panty sniffing/licking, gaslighting, use of degrading pet names, use of praisey pet names, daddy kink, dom!Steve, ONE use of y/n (I tried avoiding it but I couldn't), face fucking, fingering (f receiving), Steve being a fuckboy and a pervert, very small & brief mention of a piss kink (only time this will ever happen), mention of squirting, posessiveness, jealousy, mentions of voyeurism/exhibitionism, violence (there's a little bit of blood), bullying/teasing, illusions to/discussion of cheating, dirty talk, kinda angst? all characters are 18+

Please let me know if I've forgotten anything and I will add it.

A/N: okay here it is, part 2 finally. It was originally going to end up being huge so please don't worry, this is NOT the end of this story, there WILL be a part 3. I am a little worried this will be a bit of a let down, but I promise part 3 is gonna be worth it, so bare with me, it's coming. Leave feedback, let me know if you enjoyed it!

My requests are currently OPEN and I write for Eddie, Steddie, Steve and Billy. Send me some stuff!

Smut (and a little bit of angst this time) under the cut

He knew he'd find you here. Standing at your locker, completely unaware of his presence.

He snorted a quiet laugh to himself as he thought of how that wasn't the first time you didn't know he was there. He watched you from down the hall, sorting through textbooks and putting some in your bag, taking others out and slotting them into their rightful place inside the small metal closet full of your belongings.

His eyes gazed over the little dress you were wearing today. A gorgeous deep wine red, strappy with a black t-shirt underneath, the fabric hugging at your waist and flowing out around your hips. Your legs were bare, they looked like they were so fucking soft. The whole ensemble finished off with a pair of simple black leather platform ankle boots.

Steve had never really been one for noticing exactly what a girl was wearing, usually too focused on getting them out of their clothes to be bothered with it. But with you? It was different. He kinda wanted to fuck you fully clothed, hiking that pretty dress up enough for him to slot between your thighs and slip inside that soaked slit between your legs that he'd thought about since it was first revealed to him last week.

Fuck, he'd thought about it almost every night. Even when he was balls deep inside whatever his flavour of the day was. But he also thought about having you completely bare and exposed for him too. Alot.

Before he knew it, he was moving forwards, smirking a little as he saw your eyes flash towards him, finally noticing him. Your cheeks turned a real pretty shade of pink and he just knew it complimented the colour of your perky nipples, and that it had flushed all the way up to the tip of your ears.

You'd been actively trying to avoid him. Apart from a few little winks in the corridors in passing which made you want to shrivel up with embarrassment, you'd managed to successfully do so. But now he was coming up to you. And Eddie wasn't here to hide behind or use as an excuse or a distraction. The hallway was filled with strangers as you scanned around for one singular familiar face, cursing under your breath as you heard the footsteps get closer.

"Looking for someone, pretty girl?" He crooned, smooth and his voice still a little thick with the morning. Turning your head you saw him leaning against the locker next to yours, a thumb slotted into the belt loop of blue jeans as his other hand held the strap of his backpack.

Fuck. You had to talk to him now. You didn't want to be rude and you definitely didn't want to just walk away. It'd look really fucking strange if you did that. As much as you wanted to, so badly. "Uh.. n-no I was just.. seeing if Eddie was coming, he should be here a-any second now" you stuttered out nervously, giving him a small tight lipped smile, trying to deter him by threatening the appearance of your large intimidating boyfriend. You definitely had scary dog privileges, and you were thankful for it right now.

"Oh I'm sure he's coming alright" he grinned at you, bearing his teeth like a shark, eyeing you up and down slowly, drinking you in. You found it somewhat threatening. Even if you couldn't help but think about just how perfect his incisors would feel sinking into the skin of your shoulder. You swallowed and shook your head a little at his comment, trying to get rid of your thoughts as the blush on your face deepened.

"Look, Steve, I-I know you saw us that day behind the gym block b-but-" you started, looking down at your feet as you closed your locker but were cut off by him laughing a little at you. Kind of meanly. You looked at him in confusion, reaching up and fiddling with the guitar pick necklace of Eddie's that you always wore. He'd told you it would show everyone you were his girl - even if everyone already knew that. It'd become somewhat of a security item for you now.

"B-but what?" He mocked you a little, cocking his head to the side and looking at you now like he pitied you, still with that fucking stupid grin on his face. "Don't sit there and act all shy, sweets. You definitely weren't when I sat and watched your boyfriend drill his dick inside you while you flicked your tongue at me and watched me cum in front of you" he chuckled low, getting a little closer to you.

You still couldn't look at him. You kept your gaze on the floor, shuffling uncomfortably from foot to foot. You felt like the walls were closing in the closer he got, feeling your back hit against the cool metal behind you and a hand plant itself next to your head, the sound of it making you gasp a little and your head shooting up. You looked at the hand. It was his hand. His big, thick fingers tapping steadily at the grate of the locker. Why did you clench your thighs at the sight of them, thinking about how they'd feel stuffed inside you?

You turned your face slowly to see him closer than ever, only inches from your face now. Jesus fucking Christ, what was he doing?! Eddie was sure to come around the corner any moment now and catch you two like this. And he'd fucking rip him limb from limb if he saw him up this close and personal to you. Even if he wasn't even touching you. "Y-you need to go" you squeaked out pathetically, your voice just above a whisper.

"Why? I mean, it's not like Eddie's gonna really care. He let me watch you two fuck, didn't he?" He grinned his teeth at you wider, the grin faltering a little as you ducked your head again. "Shit" he muttered under his breath. "He had no fucking clue did he? You let me see all that and he didn't even know? And you still haven't ratted me out? Wow, maybe you are a dirty little slut after all, keeping naughty little secrets like that from your boyfriend" he groaned a little, getting a tiny bit closer. "Wonder if you'd keep any more dirty little secrets from him.." he said in a raspy tone, making your heart flutter at a million miles an hour for more than one reason.

"You want me to make your cunt drip down your leg with my cum like he did that day?" He smirked as you gasped at his words, your face shooting up as you looked at him angrily now, Steve getting ever closer to you as his hot breath fanned your face. "He doesn't have to know, does he? Cause you can keep a secret, can't you?"

You'd had enough. You couldn't fucking take this bullshit anymore. You used all your strength and pushed him away from you, watching as he stumbled back and laughed at you, seeing you storm off down the hallway with the straps of your backpack gripped tightly in both hands. Your face was now matching the colour of your dress and your jaw clenched, lips pursed tightly against each other as you made your way to class, steam practically rising out of your head.

He'd got what he wanted. He'd successfully riled you up. And he knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. He smirked in your direction, watching the way the skirt of your dress would flounce around your ass as you briskly walked off. He couldn't help but kiss the air again in your direction, like he'd done that day last week, before he made his way to his own class. His mind now filled with a million dirty thoughts, a lot of them about throwing you in a janitor's closet and making a mess of that pretty little flushed face of yours and getting that little dress off you. As much as he'd love to be inside your cunt with it still draped over your every curve.

That night was just a normal Wednesday night, and Steve had no plans. His parents were gone and it wasn't quite the weekend so there was no use trying to throw a party. But he couldn't shake the thought of your pretty dress and the way it swished around your thighs, almost revealing your round, jiggly ass to him as you walked off.

How it hugged against your swollen chest as you huffed down the corridor angrily. He wasn't sure why he found the thought of you walking away all pissed off and embarrassed because he'd been teasing you at school so fucking hot. He smirked to himself, humming a little and feeling a tent in his pants form as he lounged around on the couch in his grey sweats and no shirt, his bare hairy chest fully exposed to the elements.

He palmed at himself a little, thinking back to what he had seen in that alley that day. The way you looked at him, the way you licked your lips, the way your mouth fell open and you made a really pretty noise when Eddie fucked you a certain way, probably hitting your g-spot with the head of his cock. Fuck. He groaned at the thought of that, how your pussy would flutter at having that special spot inside you battered against repeatedly with a thick cock.

Steve was rock solid now. He wanted to push his dick between your wet little lips and face fuck you into next fucking year, make your eyes water and your drool spill down your chin and neck, soaking the collar of whatever you were wearing. Or just your bare tits if he'd got you out of your clothes by that point.

But he can't, cause you're Eddie's. And yeah, maybe that did make him a little jealous, because he wanted to destroy you and leave you more of a mess than Eddie had. More of a mess than you probably had ever been.

Fuck it. He wasn't in the mood to deal with his boner himself, not when he could have someone else's hand wrapped around him at a moment's notice, the perks of being "The King". He pushed himself up off the couch, heading up to his room to find his little notebook of girls phone numbers he kept. You know, the kind that any popular senior high guy would have.

Or maybe it was just Steve. Chicks really digged Steve for some reason. He wasn’t sure if it was the hair, his charm or the fact that he was more than well endowed. Or maybe he just knew a lot of slutty girls. He looked through the book, trying to find someone who was even anything close to you. Although they'd never compare, not in a million years.

Not Tammy, she sounds like a fucking muppet even when she’s having sex, especially when she cums. Steve shuddered at the memory of it. Not Nancy, she's with Jonathan and definitely too much of a goody two shoes to cheat on him, even if he knows that his dick has to be bigger and better than that little rat looking fuckers. He scoffs a laugh as he flips past her name.

He finds a girls name, no last name, just written down hastily as “Claire from Chem class”. He couldn’t remember who that was for a minute, he had to think about it. Wow, was he really that much of a manwhore? He chuckled to himself as he thought of it, coming to the conclusion that he was but he didn't particularly care.

Suddenly his eyes went wide when he remembered that she was the girl who could deepthroat a cock without taking a breath for at least 5 minutes. And she’d let him cum inside her, she did last time. “Shit” he hissed out, rubbing at his erection over his sweats, mulling it over in his head. She did have the same hair colour as you. And the same body shape. So it would make imagining it was you much easier. He picked up his phone and immediately dialled her number, confident in his choice of fuckdoll for tonight. It wasn’t long before she answered the phone eagerly, giving him a sweet little “Hello?”

He smirked to himself, poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek as he lounged back against the headboard of his bed, the cord of the phone stretching over as he lazily stroked a finger up and down the outline of his clothed dick. “Hey babygirl” he said down the phone, turning that charm up to 11 as he heard Claire from Chem Class giggle and say his name down the phone breathily, clearly trying to be sexy. “What are you up to, gorgeous? You wanna come over? I’ve missed you”

It's not long before Claire is at his place, he’s grabbing at her and pulling her close the second she's in through the door, biting his lip at her and sliding his hands up her hips to her waist, pressing her against the wall next to the front door, her hands going to his shoulders and laying there, letting him feel her up as he pleased.

He does notice as she's trying to say hello to him that she’s wearing a nice little blue denim skirt and a white tank top that pushes her tits up nicely, they’re just about as big as yours too and they make him groan at the sight of them, surging forward and sloppily making out with her, all tongue and teeth and spit as she reached down and cupped his bulge. She fucking knew exactly what she was coming here for, the little whore.

The thought makes him stiffen further in his sweats as he moves his hands under her top, cupping at her bare tits, pinching at her stiff nipples a little meanly as she whimpered into his mouth. Fuck, no bra. And suddenly he’s thinking about you again. How you showed Eddie (and him) your tits behind the gym block that day. Completely exposing yourself for any wandering eyes to potentially see.

He fucking practically growled, picking the girl up who he’d basically asked to come over so he could use her like a fleshlight, wrapping her legs around his waist, carrying her upstairs and into his bedroom. He swatted a firm hand down onto her ass and listened to her moan out as he grabbed at it under her skirt, not bothering to close his door behind them. No one was home so it didn’t matter.

He quickly got her to the edge of his bed, stripping her off out of the few pieces of clothes she actually was wearing, tossing her pretty blue lace panties into the corner of his room. Not before he brought them up to his face and inhaled them deeply as she leaned forward and sloppily made out with his neck, flicking his tongue over the small wet patch of her arousal he could see darkening them. She wouldn’t be getting those back, that was safe to say. He’d be adding them to the pile of girls underwear he’d started collecting in the last few months which he’d started doing for… reasons.

God, what he’d give to have a pair of your panties, he doesn’t care what colour they are or if they were sexy or not, he just wanted to have something that had been pressed tightly against your cunt all day, soaked with your sweet wetness, something he could sniff and lick at just like he did a moment ago with Claire Whoever's, something he could wrap around his cock and get himself off with whenever he wanted. Or until it was too covered in his cum and he physically couldn’t use them anymore.

He tossed her onto his bed with a bounce, standing at the side smirking down at her as she looked up at him, licking her lips as her eyes hungrily watched him shuffle his sweats off, his cock springing up against stomach and already leaking a little. It was all because of the thoughts of you he’d been having. And maybe also a little because this Claire girl from chem class was actually pretty hot. He got onto the bed in front of her, spreading her legs and holding them apart for him, studying her shaved wet pussy that was spread open wide for him as he hovered over her.

Steve wasn't fussy about pussy hair or the lack thereof, if there was a hole and a clit for him to bully, he really didn't care about anything else. But yours had a tiny patch of hair, perfectly groomed that sat just above your slit. He wondered what it’d feel like against his tongue if he licked that little patch of hair on your cunt. If he’d be able to taste you from it before he’d even dipped his tongue into you.

He heard her whine a little, grinning down at her like she was his prey, rolling her hips towards him ever so slightly. “Keep your legs open for me just like that babe, yeah?” he said as he slipped a hand between her legs and slid his fingers up and down her already soaked slit, teasing her as he watched her whimper and gasp underneath him, leaning down to kiss and bite at her neck, not particularly caring if he was being too hard or not.

She didn’t say anything anyway, she just moaned out so he assumed she was enjoying it. He quickly remembered she was the type to like being used, maybe a little bit of a pillow princess. He wondered if you’d like that too, if you'd just lay there and let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to you, move you around however he wanted to.

“You gonna suck me off like you did last time, baby? I haven’t forgotten what you can do with that fuckin’ throat of yours” he groaned against her neck, licking over the teeth marks he’d just made in her skin. She nodded her head and placed her hands on his shoulders again, which he swiftly grabbed by each of her wrists and pinned above her head, pulling back to look down at her as he used one big hand to tightly bind her wrists together and push them into the mattress a bit more.

“I asked you a fuckin' question. I expect you to answer me, using your words. Or is that too much for your dumb little brain to handle?” he said through gritted teeth, clenching his jaw a little. Safe to say, Steve definitely liked to be the one in control in the bedroom, he liked overpowering girls, making them bend to his will and obey his every command.

“Y-yes daddy” she whimpered pathetically, and she almost sounded just like how he imagined you would if you said the same thing. He chuckled lowly, his cock twitching at what she’d just called him, leaning down and placing his other hand on her jaw, opening her mouth for him as he licked into it and then spat directly on her tongue, watching as she swallowed before shuffling himself up so he was straddling her chest, still holding her wrists in one hand as he lined up his cock with her mouth.

“Thats what I like to fuckin’ hear, atta girl. Now open wide, don’t keep me fucking waiting." he gritted out, watching as she parted her lips and suddenly thrusting his whole length into her mouth, moaning out as he felt her gag around him at the sudden intrusion, but welcoming him in all the same. He fucked her mouth just like that, closing his eyes and pretending it was your mouth he was fucking into instead, feeling her squirm a little underneath him and listening to all the little whimpers and whines coming from her between chokes and gags. He wasn’t exactly quiet either, moaning and groaning without abandon as he pumped himself harshly into her throat.

"Stay still, slut. I'll just fuck harder if you don't stop, leave your throat all bruised from the inside, that what you want, hm?" She sighed a breath through her nose and whined as he said that, stopping her writhing and just laying there, letting him use her mouth for his own pleasure, spreading her legs wider behind him, exposing her pussy to the cool air of his room. Just like he'd wanted.

He continues on like that for a few minutes, until she slaps her hand back on the pillow a few times to let him know she needs some air, pulling out and moving beside her, taking one of her hands and wrapping it around his cock. He moved it up and down, silently instructing her to stroke him, his hand slipping between her legs again and immediately finding her clit, rubbing harsh circles into it for a moment before sliding his fingers down to her entrance and pushing two of his fingers inside her, hearing her moan out his name, not really close to how he’d imagined you would but it would do.

He latched his mouth onto the nipple closest to him and sucked at the peaked bud, licking and slurping at it harshly. He pumped his fingers in and out of her fast and hard, feeling her pussy clench and flutter around his digits, groaning as he made her cum on his fingers after a few short minutes, listening to her moan loudly, calling her a dirty whore and asking her if she liked being used like this, to which she just whimpered and nodded, fucked out and drooling all over herself already.

Steve was too fucking good sometimes. He could have girls squirting with minimal effort sometimes, and yeah maybe he was a little cocky about it. Even if Steve really was only after his own release, he still made sure they had a good time. Good enough they'd come back begging for more and he could have a healthy collection of all kinds of girls he could take his pick from whenever he fancied it.

Soon after, he’s moving between her legs, grabbing both of her calves and pushing her legs right back, her knees almost touching her shoulders. “Think you’re ready for me now, baby. You want daddy’s cock filling you up nice and deep?” he moaned a little, reaching down to position himself at her entrance, not giving her a chance to respond before he was thrusting inside of her and bottoming out immediately.

He didn’t like to waste time with these girls, which is why he immediately got to thrusting inside her, leaning back on his heels as he held her legs up in the air, open wide for him. He listened as she cried out at the stretch of him, grabbing the pillow behind her tightly and screwing her face up as her mouth hung wide open, her tits bouncing obscenely as his balls slapped against her ass with each pump of his hips.

He imagined it was your gorgeous face. Your pretty round tits. You laying on your back underneath him, spread wide for him as he fucked into you faster and harder, groaning and cursing as he watched you lose your fucking mind beneath him, moaning louder and louder with each thrust. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to get lost in it, lost in the feeling of the girls tight cunt swallowing him up, lost in the fantasy of fucking you behind Eddie’s back.

He just had to break you down a little first, get you to the point you couldn’t resist and would just have to fuck him. He saw how you looked at him, how you licked those lips at him and your gaze stayed on him the whole time your boyfriend was railing you against the wall. Through his thoughts, he distantly heard a voice moan something about how his dick was so big and how she was gonna cum again.

“I know baby, I know, s’so big isn’t it? You’re so fucking tight jesus f-FUCK, you like being fucked like this? Like being used and being my little stupid cockwhore y/n? Bet you fucking do, such a slut fucking me while you're with Eddie” he moaned out loudly, not even realising what he was fucking saying. Suddenly the girl beneath him went quiet, but he continued on, still rutting into her, eyes closed tightly as he moaned at the thought of what you’d say back to him, imagining all sorts of filth coming out of your mouth.

“What did you just fucking say?” That wasn’t your voice.

Shit. He looked down at the girl beneath him who was giving him daggers, still fucking her but slowing down a little as he gave her a confused look, shaking his head and panting. “What? Do you not like being called a slut or something? I thought you liked it last time” He honestly couldn’t remember if she did or not, but he started to realise what he’d just said and was trying to cover his own ass.

“No, not that you fucking- get off me!” she said, sitting up and slapping at his chest, shuffling back from him as his cock slid out of her and he sat back on his heels, holding his hands out in front of himself and shaking his head again.

“What are you talking about then?”

“Who’s name did you just fucking say?”

“Yours?”

“You absolutely did not fucking say my name! You said Eddie Munsons girlfriend's name!” she barked at him, looking at him as her face screwed up angrily, her eyes narrowing in on him. “Were you just thinking about her while you were fucking me?!”

“What? I didn’t say her name! You’re fucking hearing shit, you’re that fucked out your making shit up in your head, come on babe, stop being fucking stupid and I can make you cum again and give you a nice big load of my mine” he tutted, sighing out loudly as he tried to reach forward for her, but she slapped his hands away, getting up off the bed as she looked around for her clothes. He watched her as she did so, seeing the glisten of her arousal leak down her thighs a little that he wanted to lick up with his tongue. Shit. He’d fucked up. But he only cared because his dick was painfully hard at this point and he really needed to cum. He reached down and began tugging at himself lazily, watching as she started putting her top on.

“Yes you fucking did. Stop jerking off, jesus christ. I thought you actually liked me, I thought that's why you’d called me and asked me to come over again!” she yelled at him, her expression a little hurt but mostly still angry as she hurriedly shimmied her skirt up her legs to her hips, toeing on her sneakers.

Steve was done with this shit. He fucking hated when girls assumed that they meant more to him than a quick dirty lay. He scoffed a laugh at her, shaking his head as he leaned back on his bed on an elbow, still jerking himself as he smirked at her and moaned out a little.

“Baby, you’re really gonna try that? You knew I was just calling you for a fuck, I already told you before I didn’t want anything serious with you” he chuckled, stroking the remnants of her slick over the head of his cock as he grinned at her, all teeth and sharklike. “Besides, what if I did say her name, hm? Can’t blame me, she’s a real fucking pretty girl. Got a pretty cunt too”

“Yeah, like you’d know, Eddie'd fucking kill you if you went near her so I know you haven't." Steve just shrugged and smirked at her, continuing to jerk at himself as he watched her roll her eyes and scoff at him. Oh if only she fucking knew. "Don’t fucking call me again, Steve. Lose my fucking number in that stupid little phone book of yours!” she yelled out, he could see tears pooling in the corners of her eyes as she stormed out of his room and down the stairs, hearing the front door slam shut as Claire From Chem Class left.

He knew he should feel bad, he’d clearly hurt her feelings. But he really didn’t. He’d literally just wanted to fuck her, dump his cum inside her or over her tits or something and then kick her out anyway.

He shrugged to himself, getting up and going over to the panties that she’d not even bothered to look for, taking them in his hand as he lay back against his headboard, wrapping them tightly around his cock and biting his lip, bucking up into his fist as he continued his fantasies about you, openly moaning your name and other disgusting things, rather than just thinking them, now that he was alone.

“Mmm.. you wouldn’t storm out if I said another girls name, would you baby? No, you wouldn’t, you'd be too fucking cockdrunk and gone for me.. Too fucked out with me licking your cunt, making you cum as many times as I could before splitting you open with my dick, you'd take it all baby, wouldn't you?.."

"I need to fuck you so bad, I don’t care if you have a boyfriend or if he knows or not, I need to be inside that fuckin’ dripping hole, need to feel it for myself.."

"Maybe you'd let me in your ass too, oh god, bet s'just as perfect as your pussy, you gonna show that to me too honey? Come on, spread those cheeks for me and lemme see, oh fuck.."

It wasn’t soon after that he was spilling out into the blue lace snug around his length and his hand, moaning out your name loudly. And it wasn’t the first time tonight he’d cum thinking about you. He had to throw those panties out with how many times he’d jizzed all over them while he thought about you and fucking every hole of yours available to him.

The next day at school, people were definitely talking. And Steve wasn’t sure why. He watched a few people whisper and look at him before quickly averting their gaze when he made eye contact. What the hell? He looked at them all confused, watching as a couple people walked by him and held their heads down, giggling as they did so. He sighed to himself, thinking that Carol was spreading more shit around the school about him.

He’d fucked her a few times behind Tommy H’s back, she’d said she was gonna leave Tommy for him because she loved him, Steve laughed at her and told her not to bother. She obviously didn’t take that too well and ended up making up some.. quite honestly entertaining and colourful rumours about Steve and the kind of things he was into. He’d set everyone straight when he revealed the real reason she’d been talking shit, Carol trying to deny that anything happened between her and Steve, but it was written all over her face.

Tommy dumped her on the spot and she chased after him, begging and crying for him to forgive her, saying that it didn’t mean anything, which is clearly not what she’d been saying before.

So he thought nothing of it, thinking she’d started up her hate campaign again because Tommy still wouldn’t take her back. The old rumours were quickly squashed by some other girls confirming that he definitely wasn’t into what she'd said he was and definitely didn’t have a piss kink. Okay, maybe the last one was up for debate a little, since he really did like it when he had girls squirting all over his hands, his cock or his face and he wasn’t sure if that was practically the same thing or not. He’d have to look into it to be totally sure.

He made his way over to his locker, not paying any more mind to the people around him, mentally shrugging it off since he really doesn’t care at the end of the day. He’ll still The King. He was practically untouchable, really. If he could deal with Billy Hargrove literally trying to dethrone him the minute he got here, and it still hadn’t happened? Then nothing could. He opened his locker and began shoving some random shit in there from his bag, picking up a calculus book that he knew he needed for class this afternoon so he wouldn’t need to come back later.

“HARRINGTON!” Eddie barked, turning the corner and immediately finding the exact fucking gross pervert he’d been looking for. He looked fucking livid, clenching his fists by his side as he stormed up to him, his big boots stomping along the linoleum.

Steve turned his head as he heard the angry voice calling his name, freezing on the spot. He wasn’t scared of Eddie, even if he did look a little intimidating and there were rumours about him being a Satan worshipper and a cult leader because of that little D&D club he ran. But the way he was coming towards him, looking a bit unhinged like was ready to kill someone, did give Steve a slight cause for concern. Shit, had you told him? Had he finally found out that you’d been making eyes at Steve behind his back while he jerked off and watched Eddie fuck you?

“Munson, what can I do for you? You look a bit.. pissed off, but that's nothing new really is it?” he laughed a little, shutting over his locker. He was about to turn around when he felt a hand grab at the collar of his shirt, dragging him along and into the empty classroom that was right across the hall from his locker.

Okay, maybe he was a little scared now.

Eddie threw him into the room and Steve stumbled a little, turning around to fix his shirt and brush himself off as he looked at the tall metalhead who was slamming the door shut and locking it, turning to face him again and slowly stepping towards the slightly shorter boy. Steve wasn’t scared at all now, he was just fucking annoyed. “What the fuck Munson?! Who the fuck do you think you’re laying your hands on?” he said, stepping closer to him and poking him in the chest as he did so.

“Whats this I just fucking heard about you fucking Claire Quinn last night, but moaning my girls fucking name while you were doing her?” he spat confidently, his jaw clenching tightly as he finished his sentence.

"Oh that was her name. Claire Quinn." Steve chuckled a little meanly. "Just had her down as Claire from Chem Class"

Eddie was well known to be protective and possessive over you. He didn’t like any guy looking at you for a little too long or in a certain way, always pulling you closer to him and giving them death stares. Sometimes it’d get the better of him though and he’d get physical with these guys depending on what they said or did. He’d punched Gareth once for saying that he thought you looked nice today. He soon apologised to him, realising that Gareth was actually just being nice. He'd smacked a cafeteria tray across Jason Carvers face once when he smiled at you. He didn't apologise to him.

The random guy that one time in The Hideout who grabbed your ass and said that your boyfriend didn’t need to know about it if you went home with him (when said boyfriend was stood right behind him as he said it) even after you'd told him you really weren't interested, deserved the broken nose, the missing tooth and both of you being banned from coming back for a month. It was worth missing a few gigs to Eddie, to know he’d successfully protected what was his. You’d ridden him in the back of his van 5 minutes later too, so he knew it’d turned you on and you liked it.

Steve just looked at him, blinking at him for a second before he burst out laughing, walking over to a desk and leaning back against it, folding his arms over his chest as he shook his head. “So that's what everyones been talking about huh?” he laughed quietly again, shrugging his shoulders and smirking at Eddie. “And what if I did?”

“Don’t fucking play with me, Steve. I really do not give a fuck who you are around here, I will knock your fucking teeth out if you even think about my girl again” he stepped right up to him, pointing a finger in his smarmy fucking face. Usually people would retreat by now, as soon as Eddie bared his teeth to them.

But Steve wasn’t. He continued smirking at him, keeping eye contact and Eddie was a little intimidated himself. After all Steve Harrington was the most popular guy in school and Eddie was literally fucking getting all up in his personal space right now. He could have Eddie’s life ruined in a simple trip to see Chief Hopper and a few mentions of the illicit substances that Eddie was well known around school to be in possession of at almost all times.

“You know you won’t” Steve grinned at him, licking across his teeth a little. “Come on, what's so bad about me thinking about your girl? I mean… I’ve already seen you two fucking behind the gym block”

The colour drained from Eddie’s face. Looking at him with wide eyes, blinking as he processed exactly what he’d just said. Fuck. Was he lying? No, he can't be. No one knew you had both been there or what you'd done. How much exactly had he seen? He scoffed, shaking his head and throwing his hands up in the air as he turned his back to him, slowly stepping away as he tried to think of what to do here.

He was even more annoyed now, especially since he knows for a fact that Steve had seen you in one of your most intimate moments with Eddie. But he also knew if he did to him what he did to that dude from The Hideout, he’d be immediately expelled and he would never graduate. He really needed that fucking diploma this year, he’d already had a do over. He absolutely couldn't do another.

Steve knew he had too much on the line to try anything, at least in school. But they didn’t really cross paths outside. Not really even at parties, since he usually made some girl get his weed for him, thinking he’d be able to get a discount if he did so. And just purely because he knew he could get certain girls to do anything for him and it amused him. “I mean, your girl totally enjoyed it. Shoulda seen the way she was looking at me, licking her lips and shit while I jerked off, she came quite a lot didn’t she? She ever squirted like that with you before? Nice puddle left behind, I'd have got on my knees and fucking drank it from her cunt if I coulda” he laughed, deciding he wanted to poke the bear a little

That was it. Eddie's vision went completely red, he was suddenly like a bull and Steve was the matador.

He turned around and charged towards him, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and slamming his back up against the nearest wall, punching him quickly and getting right into his face, almost touching as Steve laughs in his face with his eyes screwed shut, his nose aching from the ring clad fist that just smacked into it. “Don’t you fucking dare say that shit about her. She’d never do that shit. I fucking know my girl and she’s not fucking like that” he growled at him through gritted teeth, watching as Steve lifted a finger up, swiping the tiny amount of blood dripping from his nostril now and continued laughing in his face.

“I’m serious, ask her. She sat there and watched me and she didn’t say shit to you the whole time, she was fucking loving it to making all those noises for both of us” he said, still chuckling a little as he saw Eddie rear up to punch him again. Okay, time to try and deescalate a bit, he was really pushing his buttons and maybe going a little too far here. “Ask her! Just ask her first before you beat my ass, fuck dude" he laughed loudly again, watching as Eddie leaned back a bit, still keeping him pinned to the wall but lowering his other fist. “I know I'm laughing but I'm deadly serious, you need to ask her about it”

Eddie was still raging inside. But as he thought about it, now he was a little angry at you too, not just Steve. Why hadn’t you said anything to him? You had been the one who was so scared about someone catching you that day. So why hadn’t you said a fucking word to him when Steve had inevitably seen you both? He was a tiny bit hurt too, that you willingly let someone watch you both having sex. Especially Steve Harrington, one of the most attractive guys in school, probably in Hawkins actually. Even Eddie thought so, despite the fact he’d absolutely never admit to it.

He stepped back a bit more, letting go of Steve's shirt as he sighed and rubbed his hand over his face, trying to think of exactly how he was going to ask you about this. Trying to decide how he was going to deal with him, now he didn’t know if he actually had a good reason to be violent like he wanted to be.

“What’s it gonna take for you to leave my girlfriend alone and not look at her or.. Or even think about her anymore?” he asked, rubbing at his stubbly chin and finally looking at the annoyingly handsome brown haired boy who was currently trying to fix himself up a little.

Steve scoffed, shaking his head as he fished out a tissue from his bag. “You’re not gonna fucking like what my honest answer would be to that question, Munson. And I’m not exactly thrilled at the possibility of another knuckle sandwich” he chuckled slightly, finally finding a hanky and wiping his nose with it, shoving it back in his bag and ruffling his hand through his hair.

“Just fucking say it, I really don’t fucking care, you’ve already said enough” Eddie sighed a little defeatedly, shaking his head as he turned his gaze to look out the window, crossing his arms over his chest. He was honestly still trying to process what Steve had just told him.

He really couldn’t get over the thought of you just letting someone perv on the two of you and get off to it, encouraging it. And he was also slightly confused about the fact that he thinks he would have found it hot having someone watch, if you had told him at the time. It made his blood boil and his dick twitch all at the same time. This was definitely something he’d have to unpack later on.

Steve studied him as he leaned back on the desk again, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets, crossing his ankles over one another. He thought about it for a second, whether to actually say it or not. He absolutely didn’t need to think about what he wanted to do to you, what it would take. He’d been thinking about that for a whole fucking week now already since he first saw you both. And he’d always fantasised about you anyway, since he’d never even had a chance to get into your panties.

You’d been inseparable from Eddie since pretty much the first week you’d moved to Hawkins, even if you’d only been friends for a few months before you got together. Eddie had made sure of it that no one even got a look in, since he’d fallen in love with you the moment he saw you.

“I wanna fuck her. That's what it'd take. Just once, and then I’ll leave you both alone. If I happen to catch you guys getting it on again, I’ll walk away. It’ll probably make me stop thinking about her too, it’ll be out of my system or something” He fucking wouldn’t stop thinking about you, he never would. You were literally the one thing he couldn’t ever have and that made you even more desirable to him. And Steve wasn’t one to give up without a bit of a fight to get what he wanted. At least if he got to fuck you, he’d be able to dig up the memories while he jerked off or fucked some other girl.

Eddies head snapped round at him as soon as he said he wanted to fuck you, staring at him in complete fucking disbelief. He burst out laughing and shook his head. “Not a fucking chance in hell, Harrington. You can get that idea so fucking far out of your head” he chuckled, staring the boy down as he licked across his teeth and clenched his jaw again. Who the fuck did this asshole think he was? He’d just punched him in the face for saying shit about you, did he seriously think he’d just give you to him, like he was loaning him a guitar or something, and let him rail you?

Steve shrugged, looking down at his shoes as he toed a scuff mark off the side of one of them. “Then at least let me watch again” he said matter of factly, shrugging as he smirked and looked back at Eddie. “One last time, then I swear I won’t bother the lovely couple ever again” he chuckled, rolling his eyes at how ridiculous that sounded.

Eddie stared at him, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he mulled it over. He really fucking didn’t want to let him watch. He didn't want him to see you as you fell apart under Eddie's touch again. But he also kinda really did? Besides, it would be a one off thing. And it’d keep Steve away from you. If you’d really already let him watch before, then he’d already seen everything…

“Okay, fine,” Eddie said quietly, throwing his hands in the air in surrender. “One fucking time. But I swear to god Harrington…” he stalked towards him, pointing a long thick finger at him. Steve wonders if he got close enough if he’d be able to smell you off of his fingers still, from the last time they’d been plunged inside you. “If I even so much as hear a single fucking thing of you saying her name again or talking about her or.. Or.. you even so much as breathing near her.. I’ll do worse than punch you in that big fuckin' nose again"

Steve smirked at him, keeping eye contact as he narrowed his slightly, licking at his lips slowly and not missing the way the tall metalheads eyes linger on them for a second too long. He felt his cock kick up in his jeans at the mere suggestion of seeing you exposed to him again. He’d have to go deal with that before class. He's sure he has a Polaroid or two of Pam in his bag that he stole from her bedroom the last time he fucked her that he could use as quick spank material.

“Deal.” he said, grabbing hold of Eddie's hand and shaking it, startling the long haired boy slightly. “Just let me know where and when, Munson. If that's all and we’re done here..” Steve said, grinning at him as he leaned down and picked up his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder as he patted the metalhead on his own a little patronisingly, making his way over to the door and leaving the room, heading down the hallway to get rid of the now uncomfortable bulge he was packing in his pants.

He had a smug fucking smile on his face the whole way to bathroom, thinking of how he would soon see your perfect body again.

Hopefully you'd love his eyes on you while you're spread out and being made to cum as much as you did last time.

I'd like to thank @elvendria @changemunson and @emsgoodthinkin for their help and encouragement on this chapter. I really REALLY could not have done it without you all, especially Elvendria who had to sit and listen to me have a fucking Menty B over a discord call because of some stuff that's now gonna be in part 3 lmfao.

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sorrowsdespair · 6 months ago

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Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let Us In!

Warning: kidnapping, manipulation, isolation, probably ooc Taskforce 141, can be read as Yandere taskforce, not proofread

Prompt: Taskforce find You, a sheltered bunny, who saves and provides a place for them to stay. Can they convince you that they aren't as bad as your family makes the world out to be?

Taken at birth, you had lived with a twisted form of family. A mother that dresses you in pretty clothing to show off, a father would spoils you with items to distract you, a brother who babies you claiming that should always rely on him. Of course, you are never allowed to leave the house deep within the woods sometimes you can play outside in the garden with your brother if you're on your best behavior. Society is dangerous full of mean people who will take advantage of you especially when you become of age.

One day Mother, Father, and Big Brother left. They never came back you’re not sure how long it had been but they did tell you in case this happened there was money hidden away for you to use when food was low.

This is how you spent your next years, alone, only leaving your house to for food and ignoring people who try to talk with you. That was until on the way back, you come across a man slumped on the porch of your house.

Fear and curiosity consumed you as you drew closer to man. He’s eyes were closed and his chest was rising up and down. He was dressed in odd bulky vest and clothing with things strapped to it, and wearing a cap.

Father had told you to never get close to someone especially an unknown man due to the dangers they present. But from where you stand you can see blood seeping through his odd outfit and you remember a show where a little girl playing doctor helping toys who are hurt, you are rarely allowed to watch TV but it would be a secret for you to keep, since it’s the right thing to do besides Mother taught you how to bandages.

So with all your courage and lack of strength, you drag the man in by his armpits carefully placing him in front of the couch. You had left to place the groceries in the kitchen, quickly putting any freezer and fridge stuff away, and left to grab a medical box before returning to the man patching him up after struggling to remove the vest and shirt.

Price was stressed not only did their missing go awry, couldn’t get a heli to pick them up due to a storm rolling in an hour or so, but they all had gotten separate, additional Gaz gone radio silent a moment ago. Thankfully, He managed to regroup with Ghost and Soap.

When Gaz came around he was not expecting to see you over him and neither you did expect him to wake up. Gaz watches you let out a yelp and jump away from him your eyes widen in fear staring back at him.

It takes a lot of coaxing you into talking with him, even when you barely give him much other than your name, this was their parent's house, and you wanted to help him just like the Little girl playing doctor. Just as Gaz’s radio go off with the voice of Ghost call for him to which Gaz response being bombarded with question that he tries his best to answer.

All it was for Gaz to try and convince you to help guide his mates here from the raging storm, and I mean a lot of convincing because you kept cowarding away from him and shaking your head. Gaz didn't feel comfortable do this but he had mentioned how you to help him just like the doc and a doctor helps everyone.

That seemed to work and you told him how there were switches for spotlights outside to the right of the house. You had told him you were never allowed to touch them so he has to do so you don't get in trouble.

You watch as the man who introduced himself as Gaz leaves through the front door, and from the window you watch the lights shine through the night while Gaz moves to stand under the porch. Minutes go by as three figures make their way out from the trees.

Oh, what have you gotten yourself into?

#poly 141 x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #john price x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #task force 141 x reader #gender nuetral reader

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ladykailitha · 8 months ago

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Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 7

Hello! I am really chugging along with this story I have 5 chapters done (including this one). It was supposed to be 4 with 4 on the Harrington Pattern but somehow, I got an extra chapter here and only 3 on The HP. Still not sure how I did that.

Here we have Chrissy because sometimes you just need another omega friend who gets it.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @emly03

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Steve came home and flopped face first on to the sofa. He wanted to call Robin, but he knew she was hanging out with Vickie tonight. So he had been given a replacement handler for night as management wanted eyes on him because there was always some kind of drama at these things.

It wasn’t a date date, but now they were on the same page, there was major cuddling to be had.

He rolled over and threw his arm over his eyes.

After a moment or two of serious moping he opened the clutch to get his cell phone out. But stopped when he noticed the sparkle of the diamond. He pulled it out instead and held it up to the light. In his minds eye he could see Eddie smiling at him as he handed the lost diamond back to him.

Steve sighed heavily. He had met a lot of alphas in his line of work, but none of them had the effect on him that this one did. Yearning didn’t even begin to cover the depth of emotion ripping through him in that moment.

He rolled off the sofa and wandered into the kitchen, his heels clicking on the hard surface. He really should have taken off his shoes at least. He sighed heavily and grabbed his phone from where it was charging on the counter.

He swapped it for his burner client phone. He unlocked his personal phone to see a sweet picture of Vickie and Robin cuddling together on Vickie’s bed.

He smiled at the absolutely giddy expression on his best friend’s face. It also hit him with a longing he didn’t want to name. He could. He just didn’t feel like sobbing in his kitchen on a Saturday night.

Steve removed his shoes, kicking them off to the side so he wouldn’t trip on them in the morning and then wandered to his bedroom, eyes on his phone.

He unclasped the dress and like he told Eddie it would, it slid to the floor in a graceful heap. All he was wearing now was the gold thong he had worn under the dress. He shimmered out those as well.

He then carefully removed the remaining diamonds in his hair and put them in his jewelry box. He paused with the last one. The one he had been hold onto this whole time. Eddie’s diamond.

He went digging through his vanity until he found a small felt bag that had once contained a small bottle of perfume. He put the diamond into the bag and hung the bag on his vanity mirror.

He went to his closet and rifled through it before finding the pajamas he was looking for.

It was a pair of soft, light grey, satin pants and button down shirt. He never undid the buttons though. He pulled on the pants without underwear. He didn’t have the energy to go hunting down a pair just then. Then he pulled the top on.

He flopped on his bed and wiggled happily at the silky slide of the pajamas on his bare ass. He was still scrolling through his contacts, trying to find the right person he could talk to about this. And then he hit on the perfect person.

He hit dial and waited until it rung through. “Chrissy!” he greeted warmly.

“Steve!” she cooed. “How was the gala? Tommy has been raving for months that you got to go and he didn’t.”

Steve chuckled. Tommy wanted to go because his favorite band was Corroded Coffin.

“Senator Lombard was a wet blanket,” he pouted. “Another alpha was just being nice to me and he got super territorial.”

“Bleh!” she hissed in sympathy. “Who was your handler tonight? I heard you gave Robin the night off.”

Steve sighed. “Yeah, she finally asked Vickie out and I didn’t want her to wind herself up and talk herself out of it. Again.”

“Oooh,” Chrissy said. “I get that. She just doesn’t believe what a catch she is.”

“The dilemma of the century,” Steve agreed. “To answer your question, it was Troy who was handling me tonight.”

Chrissy blew a raspberry. “Troy isn’t the bottom of the barrel, but he’s definitely the scum on bottom of the barrel.”

Steve shrugged even though she couldn’t see him. “He did his job, Lombard was put on my pre-check list and he got me home in one piece.”

“So why are you really calling me, cher?” she asked after a moment of silence. “Alpha prostrating is stupid but nothing you haven’t handled before so what’s on your mind?”

He flopped on his stomach and ran a hand through his hair. “You remember I told that the senator was pissed because an alpha was nice to me?”

“Sure,” Chrissy said. She paused for a moment. “Oh! Were they cute? Is that what’s got your panties in a twist? Super cute alpha was sweet to you and now your ovaries are ready to explode?”

“Tommy’s going to kill me,” Steve moaned.

There was silence on the line for a beat too long and Steve pulled his phone away from his ear to make sure the call didn’t disconnect.

“Wait, Eddie Munson was your hot, nice alpha who made your client so jealous and possessive you put him on your pre-check list?” This was said a question, but to Steve it sounded more like a statement. One he couldn’t refute.

Not that he wanted to. Eddie was hot.

“Yeah,” Steve said around biting his thumb. “I had diamonds in my hair and one of them must have fallen because suddenly he was handing one back to me.”

“Oohh...” Chrissy cooed. “This sounds like an ice cream and wine girl talk. I’ll be over in ten, sweetie!”

Steve let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, babe. See you soon.”

He rolled over on his back and clutched the phone to his chest. He couldn’t wait to tell Chrissy all about Eddie. He kicked his feet in the air as he giggled.

****

Steve paced back and forth in his front room as he waited for Chrissy to come over. It wasn’t as though she lived far away. She lived like two floors below him.

She was younger than he was by about two years. Like Tommy and Carol everything was happy town with her boyfriend Jason until she presented and was found out to be infertile.

Jason and his parents fought hard to have her put in the Church to be a celibate nun. But thankfully for Chrissy her dad had more sense. Not her mom though. Her mom had gone so far as to drive her to the local nunnery and drop her off.

But after a talk with the Mother Superior and a call to her dad, they made the arrangement that Chrissy would finish up her schooling at the nunnery and then when she turned eighteen she could choose to stay or take one of the other two options.

When Chrissy chose Starcourt, the money was split between the nunnery and her dad.

Money that he then put aside in case she just wanted to walk away from escort business and live her life. The money would be used for whatever she wanted and that included school.

As far as her mother was concerned, Chrissy was still at the nunnery and was just refusing to see her.

Steve thought it was delicious revenge.

The knock came part way through his revery. He leapt over the sofa and ripped open the door.

“Well someone is comfy,” she cooed. As if she wasn’t dressed similarly. She too was wearing fuzzy pjs. But hers were bright pink and had a horn on the hood of the top.

Steve tugged the hood down over her eyes and teased, “And aren’t you the cutest thing?”

Chrissy blushed and pushed on him playfully with her shoulder, her hands were full of ice cream and a bottle of wine.

Steve grabbed the wine. “Cupcake prosecco? Looks yum!”

Chrissy grinned and held up her other prize. “Cookie dough!”

Steve kissed her cheek and led her inside. “You’re the best, sweetie. You didn’t have any plans for tonight?”

She shook her head. “Nope, no clients either.”

Steve reared his head back. “Uh oh, that doesn’t sound promising. Is your handler, Amy not scheduling you right?”

Chrissy shrugged. “I think it’s because I’m nearing the end of my contract and because I have money waiting for me, management is thinking I’m going to bail so they’re trying to stave of the inevitable.”

“Boo,” Steve hissed. “They shouldn’t be allowed to that. Plus, I thought you were staying?”

Chrissy blushed. “I am!” she insisted when he raised an eyebrow at her hesitation.

“Uh huh,” he teased further. “Sure sounds like it from here. You got someone who you want to snuggle up close with when you retire?”

Chrissy ducked her head. “Not anymore.”

Steve was almost to the sofa when that brought him up short. He frowned at her a moment before his face cleared with understanding.

“Don’t say it...” she warned.

He pouted. “But I thought that’s what this was about; us both complaining about our lack of love lives and eating and drinking our feelings?”

Chrissy sighed. “I hate it when you use puppy dog eyes. It’s too fucking effective.”

Steve grinned. “That’s why they pay me the big bucks, baby...” he sung at her.

She giggled and raced him around the sofa to nab her favorite spot on the far left side.

“You cheated!” he squealed. He set the bottle on the coffee table and padded into the kitchen for a bottle opener and two wine glasses.

He popped the cork and poured their glasses. “Spoons!” he said as he was most of the way sat down.

He put the wine glasses on the table and dashed back to the kitchen Chrissy’s giggles fast on his heels. He grabbed the spoons and raced back.

“Tada!” he cheered.

Chrissy set the tub of ice cream between them and dug in.

“So Eddie Munson, huh?” she said around her spoon.

Steve took a large sip of his wine before he he told her about his night. “Like I knew he was hot before now. With Tommy and Dustin both being fans it was hard to not see the guy everywhere.”

“But he’s hotter in person?” Chrissy prompted.

Steve blushed and swirled his drink thoughtfully. “I guess. But he’s so sweet and funny and yeah it doesn’t hurt that his legs look like they could go on for miles in those tight leather pants. That his chest feels out the even tighter see through mesh top he was wearing...”

He buried his head in his hands. “I was lucky wearing scent suppressants is required for each job otherwise the whole fucking gala would have been able to smell my reaction to him.”

“Ooh...” Chrissy said. “I bet you got a little wet for him, too, didn’t you?”

Steve brought his knees up to his chest and scooted away from her.

“Oh my god!” she giggled. “You totally did. This strong, hot alpha made the Steve Harrington wet.”

“I take it back,” he huffed. “You can go away now.”

Chrissy slapped his knee. “I will not! It’s a little...” she pursed her lips trying to find the right word. “Spicy.”

Steve covered his face again. “Oh god.”

“Stevie!” she said gently pulling his hands away. “It’s not a bad thing. I know it’s hard when most of our job is about sex, but babydoll...the fact that you can still have that reaction to a hot alpha means you’re not dead inside, okay?”

Steve sighed. “But I made my client mad at me,” he whimpered.

Chrissy set down her wine glass and moved the ice cream to the table. She scooted as close to him as she could. “No you didn’t.”

He turned his head away from her, but she grabbed his cheeks and gently brought them around.

“You did nothing wrong,” she insisted. “I mean it. Eddie was the host and the two of you were only being friendly. Yeah, you got hot and bothered under the collar for this alpha, but it was up to the alpha you were with to decide how to behave and he chose to be territorial and rude. You aren’t his property. You aren’t anyone’s property, babe.”

Steve nodded. He let out a low breath. “The way Eddie smelled, Chrissy. I had never smelled any alpha like it before. It was warm and spicy in the Christmas way and not the spicy as in a burning mouthfeel way.”

She opened her mouth to reply when he suddenly shifted gears. “So tell me how long you’ve had a crush on my best friend.”

Chrissy went bright red. Scarlet even. “Like forever. Which is decidedly unhelpful. Like I know it’s impossible while she’s still your handler, because Starcourt would never let a handler date a former escort. But she’s so funny and sweet and smart...”

“That you just want to eat her all up?” Steve teased.

She swatted him playfully. “You’re just saying that to get back at me for the wet comment.”

He raised his eyebrows suggestively. She hit him again and he yelped in protest.

Steve picked up his glass and drained the rest of the liquid. He poured himself another glass and held out the bottle for Chrissy, but she shook her head.

“One glass is enough for me,” she muttered.

After a moment of swirling his wine Steve said, “Stay. After your contract is paid in full, Chrissy. Just stay. You love it, even if Robin Buckley was an option, you know you would be happier here than anywhere else. You shine as an escort, sweetie.”

Chrissy picked up her glass and downed the rest of her wine. “Fuck it. Yeah, I’m going to stay. I do love this job. It’s amazing.” She looked at the bottle a moment. “And what the hell, pour me another!”

Steve cheered and emptied the bottle into her glass. She laughed as it almost splashed over the top.

“To being Starcourt escorts for life!” he said as he raised his glass.

She clinked her glass against his. “Here, here!”

They gulped down their drinks and dug into the ice cream again, laughing and talking.

Steve smiled. Maybe tonight wasn’t the disaster he thought it was. He was so glad to have a friend like Chrissy.

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pollymorgan · 2 months ago

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Teacher Negan - The Football Game - Part 1

Warnings: A very large age difference and of course, smut

Oh, and very important: It's all fiction of course! Please, my dears, use condoms and don't go with old men! :-P

That my mother has to move several hundred miles away with my aunt to open a beauty salon, especially before the last year of my high school, was initially a big shock for me, but now I also see the advantages it brings. First of all, I finally get out of my little town, and there's also the immediate proximity to my cousin. Cassady is 5 years older than me, to be exact 23, but we have always gotten along great. Another advantage is that I no longer have to see my ex-boyfriend every day, since we are no longer in the same class. Plus, I still have almost the entire summer vacation ahead of me to enjoy life to the fullest, like now at this football game. If I were to say I love football, that would be an understatement, because it feels like every American does. For me, it's an absolute dream to live in the city of my favorite team. That's why I'm wearing the appropriate hoodie over my dress and, of course, the matching cap at the game.

The atmosphere in the stadium is absolutely insane and totally captivating. Even if my cousin doesn't really see it that way and only came along because of me.

Now we just have to push through a horde of men to get to our seats. And then hopefully it will start soon. Even though the game will really become secondary. Because the atmosphere alone is reason enough to be here.

Getting to our seats, however, proves to be more difficult than expected. We each have two large beer cups in hand and somehow have to get through this crowd. But the line at the drinks stand was huge, and I didn't want to spend the start of the game waiting in line. So we planned ahead. I almost managed to get to my seat unscathed, when suddenly this guy turns around in a flash. Everything happens so quickly that I can't react anymore, and so I spill half of the beer on him and myself. The tall stranger initially looks at me very angrily and is about to scold me, but then his look suddenly changes as his dark eyes meet mine.

"What the hell.. oh, sorry.. I didn't mean to spill your drink, ...can I offer you a new one? Of course, only if you're already 21.." He starts to grin, and his perfectly white row of teeth shines through his silver-black beard.

I'm still a bit overwhelmed by the whole situation and look bewildered at the large wet spot on his black shirt under his dark jacket. Guys my age are never dressed so well. Only maybe for a funeral or a prom, and I've never been to either.

"I'm already 22.." I say somewhat defiantly, and according to my fake ID, that wouldn't even be a lie.

"Perfect.." he concludes.

He turns around to hand me a full beer from the drinks available behind him. I take it gratefully, and finally my cousin and I can sit down exhausted in our seats.

Immediately she whispers excitedly in my ear, "Did you see how that guy looked at you? He's at least twice as old as you and basically undressed you with his eyes .. pretty cringe..".

I look at her innocently, "Cringe? I actually find him quite cute!"

"Cute?" she asks in surprise, rolling her eyes.

The stranger sits down in the seat right next to me and toasts us.

"Thanks," I say again.

"No problem, pleasure to meet you, i’m Negan!"

"Sam.." I stammer somewhat clumsily.

Then everyone turns back to their groups. After a while, I'm engrossed in conversation with my cousin again, but the guy next to me has put on such an intense cologne that it lingers in my nose the whole time. It smells so ruggedly masculine that it almost drives me crazy. Whenever I have the chance, I shyly glance to the right, but he doesn't look at me anymore. I'm strangely disappointed, so I try to push that thought aside.

The game is running fantastically. My team is winning, which makes me so euphoric that I even infect my cousin with it.

After the game, as we're getting ready to leave, someone roughly grabs my arm. I startle briefly, then look back into the dark eyes that send a pleasant tingling sensation through my entire body.

"Do you and your friend maybe want to come with us to a bar to celebrate the victory a bit?" he asks with a deep tone, and I feel my stomach vibrating at his words.

Suddenly, my cousin's voice snaps me out of my trance. "No, sorry, we have to get up early..".

I look at her puzzled.

"Um, actually... apologize for us for a moment!".

The stranger seems to be thoroughly amused by this situation.

I turn to her and whisper in her ear, "That sounds fun... come on, let's go with them!"

"With these guys?!" she says a bit too loudly.

Startled, I turn around, but he is engrossed in a conversation again and apparently, thankfully, hasn't noticed. After a seemingly endless discussion, we agree that I will go to the bar with them without her. But only with the promise to be reachable on the phone at all times.

Reluctantly, Cassady bids me goodbye with a hug and whispers in my ear, "Take care of yourself... and don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Since my cousin has quite a bit of a checkered past, I don't even feel guilty promising her that.

When I agree to go with them, the stranger firmly takes my hand to guide me through the crowd out of the stadium. I'm initially a bit shocked by this strange situation, but fearing to lose him among the crowd, I interlock my fingers tightly with his and let him lead me out of the stadium.

The three of us, along with another man, take a seat on the backseat of a large black Audi. The men in the car are engaged in lively conversation about the game. Fortunately, I understand quite a bit about football and can engage in some discussion without sounding dumb, even though everyone else present is probably 30 years older than me.

After a short ride, we park in front of a small bar.

As we enter, the smell of smoke and alcohol greets me. The men take a seat at a round table, and I excuse myself for a moment to go to the bathroom.

There, I take off my sweater and am quite glad that I'm wearing a short black dress underneath. I take off my cap and let my hair down, then adjust it and try to fix my makeup a bit. I take a deep breath a few more times, looking at myself in the mirror. Then I go back, determined. But the table is empty. Startled, I look around, a thousand thoughts racing through my head.

But then I hear someone call out, "Here we are!" The voice comes from the billiard table. Relieved, I see Negan sitting on a sofa in front of the others. I walk purposefully towards them.

Two are already playing, and the clattering of the balls drowns out the conversations in the entire bar.

Since the couch is already occupied, I take a seat on the armrest next to Negan. He unabashedly looks me up and down and then offers me a beer.

"You look damn good..." he says directly, making my heart skip a beat and my cheeks blush.

After the men finish their game, I challenge him. He accepts with a smile, probably not expecting that I practically grew up at the billiard table. As he takes his first shots, he realizes it's not as easy as he thought, which pleases me.

Watching him concentrate more on the game makes me proud, and he looks even better doing it. As he leans closer to make his next move, he unexpectedly gives me a rather strong pat on the backside.

"Hey, unfair move!" I protest immediately, which only elicits a tired smile from him, but sends a strong tingle down in my lower abdomen.

But I manage to win against him, albeit very narrowly, which clearly annoys him. Afterwards, he has to endure some teasing from his buddies. Resignedly, he sits back on the sofa, and I proudly perch on the armrest again.

During the next round with his friends, we engage in animated discussions about their gameplay and continue drinking our beer. After a while, Negan starts touching my bare shin. At first, he just places his warm hand there, but then he starts stroking it slowly. The touches of his large rough hands are so gentle that they give me goosebumps. I enjoy this feeling and what it does to me to the fullest. I'm disappointed when he lets go of my leg, but only to offer me a vodka shot that the waitress had placed on a large tray in front of us. The drink is much needed, as my mouth feels incredibly dry.

We clink glasses, and I down the shot in one go. The sharp alcohol burns in my throat and then warms my stomach, shooting straight to my head. I can tell that Negan is watching my every move closely.

As soon as I place the empty glass back on the table, he puts his hand on my thigh.

"You look so damn sexy drinking it all in one go, do you like swallowing other things too?" he whispers unabashedly.

I almost slap him out of reflex, but as I look into his grinning face and his lustful eyes meet mine, my whole lower abdomen tightens, and I can't help but smirk. We gaze at each other for a while, and then I decisively say, "Why don't you find out.."

Without warning, he pulls me onto his lap, and before I know it, I'm straddling him, and he immediately starts kissing me. His lips are incredibly demanding. I place my hands on his cheeks to try to control the situation somewhat, while I completely forget everything around me and simply ignore the stupid comments from others.

His fingers trail down my back purposefully, immediately gripping my buttocks tightly. Then he presses me firmly against his pelvis. Excited, I breathe against his open mouth as I feel his penis getting harder and pressing strongly against me.

Sensing my hesitation, he whispers softly, "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Nothing.. it's just pretty big.." I grin, feeling a bit embarrassed.

He smiles contentedly and presses me against him again, then gently kisses the sensitive skin on my neck and says in my ear, "Oh, don't worry, pretty princess, I'll order a taxi for us now, and then we'll go to my place where I'll pamper you so much that your little pussy will get nice and wet for me, and then my big, hard cock can slide into you slowly and effortlessly. How does that sound?"

His deep voice and direct manner drive me crazy. I nod decisively and kiss him again. I then take his right hand off my butt and guide it under my dress, directly between my legs.

"I'm already so wet for you, feel it!" I reply somewhat shyly.

His fingers deftly shift my panties aside, while his eyes scan my face precisely, enjoying every reaction from me. Slowly, he skillfully glides his middle finger through my cleft, causing me to involuntarily flinch.

"You're such a naughty sweet girl!" he remarks amusedly, as his finger leaves my most intimate place again, moistening my lips with my wetness. He then kisses me again, passionately sucking my taste from my lips. "You taste incredibly good.." he says contentedly.

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milaisreading · 1 year ago

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Yandere!Sae Itoshi x Reader

🌱🩷: As promised, here is the Halloween special story I wrote. Hope u all enjoy it! Thanks for reading 🩷

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. There are talks of murder here, so under 18 and everyone uncomfortable with this topic, please don't read.

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Fall was finally upon Tokyo, and there was nothing (Y/n) more enjoyed than a nice stroll through the city while the cold air hit her face. It was specifically October 31st, Halloween day. And while (Y/n) wasn't much of a fan of that day, mainly because of the pranks, she couldn't deny that she was fond of the decorations, food, and shows. Shibuya was specifically the most visited place during this time of the day, due to all the attractions. Kids and teens were laughing, wearing different costumes varying from princesses to trolls, and adults were either watching over them, or just mindlessly walking around to admire everything. (Y/n) didn't really prepare anything for that day, she just recently arrived from Germany for a week off, and just wanted to rest and enjoy the moment. She planned on enjoying this day alone, but she messaged Rin 2 days prior and found out he was back in Japan, too. The two had then agreed to meet up on this day, since Shibuya will be packed with people, and Rin would have less chances in being recognized.

'At least I hope Rin plans work.' She chuckled and went into a shop to look through some clothes.

"I still have 3 hours till I meet up with Rin." She muttered.

Sae hummed as he drained the water out of the bathtub. He yawned as he walked out of the bathroom to pick out some clothes he could wear tonight. Sae wasn't someone who really cared about dressing up, especially when it's about meeting someone, but this was different. Tonight was the night he would start his plan on making (Y/n) fall for him. The prodigy had to admit that he never expected to fall for anyone, much less the former manager of a football project. But it happened. The more Sae observed the progress of Blue Lock, the more he paid attention to the staff, mainly to (Y/n).

'Well, it is Rin's fault. If he hadn't been so secretive about her, I would have moved on.' The boy blushed a little as he put on his shirt, thinking of the girl. She was... interesting to Sae. She was smart, beautiful, and witty when needed. She was almost flawless in Sae's eyes, almost. The only flaw (Y/n) had is that she wasn't his, but... he will fix that soon.

'With Rin out of the way, my plan on making her mine forever will be a lot easier.' Sae smirked as he remembered the last fight him and Rin had 2 nights ago. It was a normal (?) siblings fight, if you ask Sae. The older Itoshi found out Rin asked (Y/n) out on a date, they started shouting, and before you know it, Rin had a knife stabbed in his chest. Sae had killed his brother. The boy didn't even know how things even played out, all he knows is that Rin shouted something at him, which caused Sae to snap and take the big kitchen knife. So, for the past 2 days Sae had spent his time cleaning up the kitchen, getting a new knife, getting rid of the used one, and at the end he had to get rid of Rin's body. To Sae, that was probably the hardest part, but with a few tools, garbage bags and random chemicals it was possible to do. Sae estimates that it might take a long while till anyone finds his brother's body.

'After all, who visits the deepest pits of the forest these days.'

Sae chuckled and dialed (Y/n)'s number, preparing to say the speech he prepared for the past 5 hours.

2 days before...

"I know what you are planning." Rin sent Sae a sharp glare as the older ate his dinner in boredom. Perhaps it wasn't the smartest idea of the Itoshi parents to leave their sons alone for a week, but oh well.

"What do you mean?" Sae finally asked.

"I know you want to get with (Y/n). And I am here to tell you, you won't ever have her."

Rin smirked as Sae raised an eyebrow, putting his chopsticks down.

"What make you say that? Then who will have her you? Or one of those pathetic Blue Lock players? Don't make me laugh." Sae rolled his eyes.

"Of course it will be me." Rin said confidently.

"For your information, Sae, (Y/n) knows me better than you. When she comes to our matches, she is there to cheer me on. When she is in Japan, she calls me to meet up." Rin chuckled, not noticing Sae's hands slowly twitch. He was always good with his resting face.

"And when walks down the isle eventually, she will do it because of me. Because I will be always (Y/n)'s pick. Not you. You are insignificant to her."

Sae didn't know what had possessed him to grab the knife, but he did. With a never before seen speed and strength, Sae was quickly in front of Rin and tackled him to the ground. The younger tried to fight his brother off of him, but he couldn't. All Rin saw at the end was a crazed smile on Sae's face as the older repeatedly stabbed him.

"Looks like your little dreams of (Y/n) will stay only that. Dreams." Sae laughed as he got off of Rin. The younger's eyes wide in panic as he slowly took his final breaths. Knife still stabbed into his chest as a pool of blood surrounded him.

Present day...

"I still can't believe Rin has a girlfriend." (Y/n) said while drinking her got chocolate. Sae sat across from her, trying to keep his usual stoic expression on.

'Cute.' He thought and clearer his throat.

"Yeah. That idiot couldn't wait to see her so he left earlier. Again, I am really sorry he didn't call you earlier."

"It's fine. You don't need to apologize. I just wish I knew sooner so that I could tease him. Oh well, maybe the next time I see him." (Y/n) laughed as Sae shrugged his shoulders.

"For sure. But in the meantime, do you want to have dinner tomorrow? I saw that a new restaurant opened in Roppongi."

(Y/n) put her cup down and slowly nodded her head.

"Sure, I have no other plans for the next few days. But wouldn't it be boring with me for 2 days in a row-"

Sae shook his head and gently took one of her hands.

"Not at all." He gave the girl a tiny smile, causing a blush to erupt on her face.

"O-oh... ok, then!"

'Finally we are going somewhere. Should have gotten rid of that nuisance a long time ago.' Sae thought, holding back a smirk.

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #yandere blue lock #yandere bllk #itoshi sae #yandere sae itoshi #sae itoshi x reader

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ellieluvr420 · 8 months ago

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Friends? Never. Pt.16 (Ellie Williams x reader)

MASTERLIST (and information about Palestine) Please read!

SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

You wake as the morning sun shines through the large windows opposite the double bed, your first thought being that if you were to move here you would have to get curtains. You shuffle out from under Ellie’s arm that was wrapped tightly around your waist and make your way to the bathroom as your bladder feels ready to burst. You aren’t surprised when the toilet doesn’t flush but a toilet is better than nothing. The dryness of your throat sends you searching around the house for your bag that you had seen wrapped around Ellie’s torso yesterday as you knew you had a bottle of water in there. When you find it, you gulp down half the bottle, saving the other half for Ellie and decide it was time to brave waking her from her peaceful slumber. The longer you waited, the worse your reprimanding from Maria would be when you get back and you were already in too much trouble to make it worse.

You walk into the bedroom and gaze at the cute pout of her lips and the steady rise and fall of her chest. You almost get lost in her features, but the beating sun reminds you of your time constraint and you kneel on the bed as you stroke her cheek while gently whispering her name to raise her from the deep sleep she is clearly in. She barely stirs so you softly nudge her shoulder only to earn a small groan from her as she cuddles further into the bed. You huff in annoyance at her ability to sleep through anything until your eyes fall on the pillow not occupied by her head, you smirk as you grab it and slam it down onto her face, not hard but enough to jolt her awake with a scowl on her face.

“What the fuck?” She says her voice groggy and deep with sleep.

“Sorry, you weren’t waking up. It’s time to go.”

“Mmmm fine.” She sits up and stretches her back, a small whine leaving her lips that has you grinning. You walk over to the wardrobe and start flicking through the assortment of clothes, reluctant to put your dirty, blood-stained clothes from the previous day back on because of the memories they hold. You settle on a pair of denim shorts, one of the only semi-appropriate options you managed to find, and a black fitted t-shirt. Once you’re dressed you start rooting through the wardrobe for something that Ellie could wear but as you hold multiple options up to her which she rejects you give up and leave it to her as you go to prepare the horses to leave.

As you walk round to the front porch of the house, Ellie walks out of the front door in some khaki green cargo shorts that are entirely too big for her, ending just below her knees, secured with her belt, and a black t-shirt to match yours though you can tell it’s also from the man’s wardrobe from the way it hangs off of her. You giggle at her outfit choice and she pouts at you.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I-I’m not.” You breathe out though chuckles.

“You literally are and I don’t know why because I look great right now. I’m totally wearing these shorts again.” She crosses her arms over her chest defensively and you walk over to her, holding onto her hips, and pecking her nose.

“Please do.” You whisper before handing Shimmer’s reins to her and beginning the walk to the gate. As you both go through, Ellie turns back to look at the farm. You watch her quizzically as she fiddles with the gate.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to figure out how to lock this from the outside. Don’t want anyone stealing our place.” Your heart hums at her comment and you begin trying to think of a solution with her but when you both come up empty she huffs in frustration.

“How about we come back up here another day soon with a chain and a padlock? I’m sure it’ll be fine for a couple days if its been okay so far hm.”

“Yeah, okay, good plan.” She smiles as you both hop on your horses and begin the journey back to Jackson. The journey was uneventful, you assumed no infected or people came this way because the farm is essentially in the middle of nowhere, no one would have any reason to come out this far is what you guessed. There was a comfortable silence between you both other than the gentle humming of ‘early days’ by pearl jam coming from Ellie. You followed along to the notes of the song and began to sing along quietly as you rode next to Ellie.

If I ever were to lose you I'd surely lose myself Everything I have found, dear I've not found by myself

Try and sometimes you'll succeed To make this man of me All my stolen missing parts I've no need for anymore

As you sing the words on your own, Ellie smiles at you and begins joining in for her favourite part.

I believe And I believe 'cause I can see Our future days Days of you and me

As she sings the words she looks at you so deeply you can tell she’s singing the actual words to you, a message between you both that had your cheeks heating and aching from the wide beam stretching your lips upwards. As you both go quiet, your ears prick at the faint sound of... crying, you can hear crying. “El, listen.” She goes quiet and widens her eyes at you when she hears the faint sobs that you had noticed, you both silently dismount the houses and begin searching the area for the source of the sound. You can hear the sound growing in volume until you peer over a shrub to see a small girl that couldn’t have been more than six cradling herself as she wailed. As she cracked open her eyes she jumped back suddenly brandishing a small knife that had been hidden in her previous position. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. Where are your parents?” She just stares back in silence, her grip on the knife unwaivering, you were overcome with rage at the world you lived in that caused a child as young as her to be forced to carry a weapon like that. You kneel down in front of her and introduce yourself. “What’s your name sweetie?” She sniffles as she rubs her eyes and gulps down a hiccup.

“Clementine... Clem.”

“Hi Clem, why are you out here all alone?”

“My-my parents-” She cuts herself off with a choked sob and you scoot closer to her, testing the waters.

“I’m sorry Clem, I lost my parents recently too, I know how scary it is but I can’t imagine how scary it was to go through it alone. You’re very brave. My friend and I are heading back to our town, would you like to come with us? You’ll be safe and taken care of there.” She raises her head from her hands and nods gently, placing the knife in your outstretched hand. You place it behind you and are startled as she immediately jumps into your arms, clinging onto you as she cries more.

“I’m so scared. I miss my mommy and daddy.” You stroke her strawberry-blonde hair as you hug her back and shush her sobs, gently rocking her back and forth. You hear the patter of Ellie’s footsteps behind you and turn to see her puzzled face searching yours. Clemetine’s face snaps up and she immediately jumps back causing Ellie to stop dead in her tracks.

“It’s okay, this is my friend Ellie, she won’t hurt you either I promise. Ellie, this is Clementine... or Clem.” Ellie closes the gap between you cautiously and crouches down with a lop-sided smile.

“Isn’t that a fruit?” You smack at her shin and she hisses. “Ow jeez, sorry. Hey kiddo. Sorry for scaring you.” You smile at her soft tone, noticing how much she sounded like Joel as she spoke. Clem looks her up and down and then giggles.

“Your outfit’s funny.” You burst out laughing as Ellie purses her lips together and nods in agreement.

“You are so right, how about we get back to our home so I can fix my funny outfit?” She looks back to you and you nod at her to signal it’s okay and she clambers to stand with a curt nod. You retrieve the knife she had been holding from the ground and hand it to Ellie to put in her backpack and as you go to start walking back to the horses you feel Clem’s small, soft hand placing itself in yours and squeezing. You smile at her and continue the walk until the horses come into view and she squeals immediately releasing your hand to run over to them.

“You have ponies!”

“Yeah we do, that’s Shimmer and that’s Greg.” You hear Ellie reply from your position behind them.

“Greg?! That’s a weird name for a pony.”

“Well blame that one over there, she named him.” She jabs a thumb over her shoulder in your direction and you giggle at the funny face that Clem pulls at you.

“Wanna stroke ‘em?” Ellie asks the ecstatic girl. She nods her head vigorously causing Ellie to reach down and plant her hands on the girls hips, lifting her up to Shimmer’s nose to pet the chestnut horse. You watch as they interact with Shimmer and the sight warms you more than the blistering heat from the sun. You walk over to them and climb onto Greg’s saddle and Ellie takes your hint lifting Clem onto Shimmer’s saddle before climbing on behind her. “These are the reins, you gotta hold on to ‘em, okay?” Clem nods and grabs the leather reins with her petite hands, Ellie takes hold of the reins also with one hand and puts the other round Clem’s waist to make sure she doesn’t fall as she delivers a gentle kick to Shimmer to get her to begin a relaxed trot. You set Greg off behind them and you continue on the journey back to Jackson with your new addition. It isn’t long before you notice Clem has fallen asleep leaning back into Ellie and snoring softly and it makes you wonder what happened to the small girl before you found her.

“See I’m not the only one that thought your outfit was funny.”

“Oh fuck off you love this and you know it.” She whispers back at you, her caution making you giggle.

“Careful, little ears could be listening.” Ellie pokes her tongue out at you and you reciprocate the gesture before engaging in quiet chit-chat the rest of the way home.

As the gates of Jackson come into view you notice Clem stirring and note how good her timing is. Her eyes widen as she notices the large gates and she turns to Ellie with a panicked look. “It’s okay, this is our home, it’s safe, I promise.” She nods but still remains turned towards Ellie as she wraps her arms around her torso and hides her face in Ellie’s stomach. Ellie wraps her free arm around the girl and rests her chin on Clem’s head as she pouts at you, both sharing looks of adoration and sadness in a bittersweet moment for the girl. As the gates open you see Maria standing there with her hands on her hips and a look that could kill, aimed at both of you but mainly you. You smile sheepishly as you dismount the horse and Maria is so focused on you that she doesn’t notice the small girl cradled in Ellie’s arms.

“What the fuck were you thinking?! I’ve had people searching everywhere for you! You’re fucking out of order. Joel’s been worried sick about you both, I mean they’re still out there! I’ve just had to radio everyone to come back. You’re a selfish, inconsiderate-” Maria is cut off by Clem running in front of you and pushing at Maria.

“Don’t speak to her like that! She’s nice, she saved me, you’re mean.”

“Clem, Clem, it’s okay, Maria’s nice, she’s just angry at me for a good reason.” Clemetine remains glaring at Maria with her arms crossed over her chest defensively as Maria just stares back stunned. “Er Maria, this is Clementine, we found her on our way back today.” You stand and lower your voice. “Think her parents were killed recently, she needs a place to stay.” Maria nods as Ellie walks over to join you both, at the same time, the gates begin opening once again and revealing Joel and Tommy who were racing towards you.

“We spotted you awhile back, they weren’t far luckily.” Maria explains as you watch Joel jump off of his horse and rush over to Ellie, enclosing her in a hug so tight he lifted her off the ground a little as she squeaked and slapped his shoulder to get him to release her.

“Jesus Joel-” She coughs out.

“What the hell were ya thinkin’?” He spits out. “Runnin’ off like that, how stupid are you? And what the hell are ya wearing?” Ellie doesn’t reply, simply bowing her head in shame, embarrassed at the bollocking she was receiving in front of you and Clem, so embarrassed she didn’t even snipe back at the comment about her outfit.

“Joel can we talk about this later?” She whispers as she subtly jabs a finger behind her at you and Clem watching, her rosy cheeks giving her away entirely. He huffs and walks over to you with a stern look that has your stomach churning.

“Don’t you ever pull anythin’ like that again. We were worried sick.”

“I know, sorry Joel.” You scratch at the back of your neck and are completely taken aback when he pulls you into a hug as tight as he had Ellie, your eyes water but you push the feeling down as he pulls away and crouches down to Clem’s height.

“And who is this?” He asks her with a smile on his face as she giggles.

“You talk funny.” She giggles as she shelters herself behind you with a shy grin.

“This is Clem, we found her on our way back.”

“And just how old are you Clem?” She doesn’t speak, instead holding five fingers up.

“Five? Well how about that.” He chuckles as he stands and smiles at you before walking back over to Ellie. “Where’s she staying?”

“I-uh... I don’t know actually.” Maria walks over to Ellie and Joel, still donning the expression of rage she had when you first walked through the gates.

“There’s plenty of families that would be happy to take her in, I’ll do some asking and find her a place to stay until we can work something permanent out.”

“NO! I’m staying with them.” Clementines high-pitched voice rings out as she drags you over to Ellie where she holds both your hands in protest. Maria bends down to address her directly.

“Oh honey, I understand this is scary but all our people are lovely and there are so many families with other kids that will be able to make you feel right at home.”

“I’m not going anywhere, they found me. They’re my family now!” She screeches with a scowl at Maria who huffs and stands to glare at you both. You each exchange a look before you clear your throat and speak up.

“Look, Maria, we’re happy to take her while she gets settled. Clem can have my room, she’s already been through so much, if she feels safest with us then surely that’s the best option right now.” You reason with Maria in a hushed tone as her eyes flick back and forth between you and Ellie.

“Fine. But so help me god, you f- mess this up, you’re both out of here. She is your responsibility now, I hope you understand that.” She grits and you each gulp as she turns on her heel and storms off, Tommy following and trying to calm her down.

“You- uh, you really did a number on her huh?” Joel chuckles as you both frown at him. “Well get on goin’, y’all need to rest.” You say your goodbyes and begin walking back to your home, relief flooding through you at the thought of getting into Ellie’s bed. You both notice Clem dragging a little so Ellie bends down in front of her and beckons her to climb onto her back which she does gratefully. She crosses her ankles around Ellie’s front and Ellie uses her left hand to hold onto her ankles just to be safe and takes your hand in her right one. You walk hand in hand, stealing glances at Ellie and Clem and swooning at the sight. You can’t help but noticed their striking similarity, their red hair, green eyes and freckles making them look so much like each other you can’t help but beam at them.

As you walk into your home you feel your body relax as you immediately make a b-line for the sofa, dropping down onto it and sighing. Ellie joins you and rubs a hand over your thigh, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before you both turn to Clem who was watching you both, bewildered.

“You okay Clem?” You giggle at her stunned face as Ellie joins in with you.

“Are two girls allowed to kiss?” She wonders as she climbs onto the sofa, placing herself on your laps in the middle of both of you. Ellie just stares back at you with raised eyebrows as she’s clearly lost for words.

“Yeah they are, some girls like girls and some boys like boys, does that make sense?”

“Yeah it does. So you guys like each other?”

“Oh yeah, I like her a whole lot.” Ellie finally chimes in, looking at you lovingly. You smile back before shimmying out from under Clem and standing before them.

“You hungry Clem?” She nods vigorously and jumps off Ellie’s lap to follow you to the kitchen where you root through the cupboards to find something to feed you all. Ellie strolls in after you both doing an exaggeratedly loud yawn.

“Why don’t I show you where you’re gonna sleep tonight Kiddo, while dinner’s cooking?”

“Yes please!” She seems so much happier than she had on the way back to Jackson and your stress over the child alleviated slightly.

“Your room or mine babe?”

“Mine, makes the most sense.” You smile at her and she nods before leading Clem upstairs to your room to show her around. You cook some soup and butter some bread as that’s all you have the energy for and you know you have the stuff for pancakes so you figure that would be a fun breakfast for Clem to have in the morning.

“Woah!” Clem exclaims as she runs at full force towards your bed, jumping onto it and bouncing up and down, Ellie chuckles before walking over and lifting her down and ruffling her hair.

“Alright, alright, don’t think she’d be too happy with me if I let you jump on her bed.”

“Sorry.” Clem’s voice sounds saddened and Ellie is quick to crouch down to be at her eyeline.

“Hey don’t apologise, ever. You got it?”

“I think I’m supposed to apologise sometimes.”

“There you go being smarter than me again.” Clem suddenly pulls Ellie into a hug as tight as her little body could squeeze.

“Thank you Ellie.”

“It’s okay kiddo, how about we go see how dinner’s doin’?”

“Okay!” Clem runs off without Ellie and comes bounding into the kitchen where you’re stirring the tomato soup on the stove, there’s a bowl of buttered bread in the middle of the dining table as well as three spoons.

“Hey Clem, pick where you wanna sit.”

“Can I go in the middle of you two?”

“Of course honey.”

“Yay!” Ellie walks in giggling at the immense amounts of energy the girl somehow managed to still have as you test the soup to see if it's hot enough yet. Ellie comes up behind you, holding onto your hips and kissing your neck.

“Ellie there are little eyes watching.” You whisper at her and as she looks over her shoulder to see Clem beaming at you both trying to stifle a giggle, she presses one last kiss to your neck and goes to sit next to Clem at the table. You dish up the two cans of soup into three bowls and place them in front of the hungry pair before taking your seat also. “Clem be careful it’s hot, make sure you blow on it.”

“Do you know why blowing on it makes it cool down?”

“Errr... Ellie you wanna take this one?”

“I’m good.” You roll your eyes at her smug smile before directing your attention to Clem.

“I have absolutely no idea.” Clem giggles at your statement.

“It’s because the air from your mouth moves the hot air on the soup and the hot from the soup goes into the air from your mouth. I think that’s what my daddy said anyway.” You and Ellie both stare at each other stunned at the intelligence being displayed by the mere five-year-old girl.

“Damn you’re really fucking smart.” Ellie’s eyes immediately widen in panic as you gasp and kick at her under the table.

“Ellie!”

“Sorry!” Clem giggles at the both of you as you glare at Ellie.

“You guys are funny.”

“I’m glad you find it funny but Ellie said a bad word, that’s naughty.” You say to Clem only causing her to giggle more. Ellie smirks in your direction and when you notice it you roll your eyes and go back to devouring your soup, Ellie and Clem occasionally sharing facts about dinosaurs that they knew. When you’re all finished, Ellie and Clem have matching orange rings around their mouths, and you stand. “Ellie’s gonna tidy up because I cooked but how about we get you to bed? Bet you’re tired huh?” Ellie groans before standing and collecting all of the dirty dishes to start the washing up, Clem runs over to her and hugs her legs before Ellie crouches down to give her a proper hug.

“Night kiddo.”

“Night Ellie.” They smile at each other before Clem walks over to you and takes your hand in hers as you lead her upstairs to bed. You start rooting around your drawers and when you find a t-shirt that she can wear as a night dress, you spin around flashing it at her.

“You okay getting changed yourself? Or do you need some help?”

“I can do it!” You hand her the shirt and begin turning to walk out of the room before you hear a small “Where are you going? We haven’t said goodnight.”

“Oh I’m sorry Clem, I was going to stand outside while you changed and then come back in and tuck you in.”

“Promise you won’t forget to say goodnight?”

“Pinkie promise.” You hold out your pinkie to her and she just looks at you dumbfounded. “A pinkie promise is an extra special promise that you never ever break, just hold up your pinkie like me.” As she does this you wrap yours around hers and she mimics the action with a grin. “I’ll be right outside, okay?” She nods and you stand outside until you hear her call you back in, you walk in and pull the covers back on the bed, patting them for her to climb into as she immediately sighs at the comfiness of your bed, it makes you wonder more about what her life had been like as you tuck her into the covers extra tight with a smile. “Goodnight Clem.”

“Goodnight.” She smiles at you and reaches forward, cupping your cheeks with her dainty hands and pressing a kiss on your forehead. “That’s what my mummy always did at bedtime.”

“Thank you Clem. We’ll be in the room right next door if you need anything okay?” She nods and you exit the room, shutting the door behind you to find Ellie walking up the stairs.

“I am so fucking tired.”

“Shhhh she’s still awake.”

“Shit sorry.” As she realises what she said she slaps a hand over her mouth and you giggle as you open her bedroom door and walk in already discarding of your clothes and going to her drawer of t-shirts to pick one to wear to bed. You settle on her Jurassic Park one she had found on patrol one time and she groans.

“I was gonna wear that one.”

“You snooze you lose babe.”

“Oh whatever.” She grabs a different t-shirt and some pyjama shorts before jumping on the bed and snuggling under the covers while holding an arm out for you to snuggle into her. You stay cuddled together quietly for a couple minutes before she takes a deep breath and looks down at you. “So err- Should we talk about this?”

“Right, yeah. I um-” You trail off scared to say what you were thinking in case you disagreed, but you pushed through the fear and blurted the words out like they were burning your mouth.

“I think she should stay with us” “I don’t wanna let anyone else take her.” You both rush the words out at the same time and look at each other stunned before she pulls you into a heated kiss that leaves you both breathless as you pull away.

“I’m so glad you feel the same.” Ellie breathes out.

“Are you kidding? She’s a mini-you, how could I not?” She smiles at your words and snuggles into you once more. You’re both half asleep when there’s a quiet knock at the door, Ellie is already basically snoozing, so you reply for the both of you. “Come in honey.”

“I’m sorry, c-can I sleep with you?”

“Of course! Come scooch in the middle here.” She rushes forward excitedly and clumsily sneaks under the covers, causing Ellie to stir.

“Oh hey kiddo.” She says sleepily as she stretches her arm over Clem, grabbing at your waist and pulling you closer so the small girl is sandwiched between the both of you before falling asleep again, snoring gently. Clem turns to face you and snuggles into you as you squish closer to Ellie.

“Thank you for being my new family.” Her words are faint and spoken with an uncertainty that causes you to cup her cheek, rubbing at the soft skin with your thumb.

“I’m really glad we found you Clem.”

“Me too.” With that you both shut your eyes and let yourselves fall into a much-needed sleep after the days you had all had.

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piastrisslut · 1 year ago

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opposites attract - op81

oscar piastri x fem!reader

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warnings: 18+ lol minors dni, shit awful writing, smut, reader's kinda alternative and has tattoos all over them, pnv, unprotected sex, cussing, im sorry in advance for this i didnt rly proofread it

not requested, but do send me requests :)

notes: this was so so inspired by an oscar smut i read by @/pitlanepages, you can find it and read it here, awesome work 10/10 would read over and over!! also i'll probably cringe at this when i reread it and proceed to delete it but lets see

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you’ve dated oscar for quite a while by now, yet you took things slow, never having done the deed. he was extremely loving and caring, always being your number-one supporter for even the most minuscule of your achievements.

and so once you went public about your relationship, fans went insane on how oscar managed to bag you, you being the complete opposite of the average formula one driver’s girlfriend, littered with tattoos and having quite a few piercings. you had a rockstar vibe to you, and that’s what you were. you had a band of your own and released music every so often, and at a glance, it often seemed like you and oscar were opposites.

you tagged along with oscar at a pr event he had today, wearing a silky long black dress. he helped you put it on, and his eyes and hands lingered on your body for a little longer than you were used to. you didn’t miss how his eyes darkened the tiniest bit when they roamed your body, and his hand never left your waist the entire event.

as you left the aforementioned pr event, his hand remained on your lower thigh on the ride back home, and you didn’t hesitate to pull his hand up your thigh a bit more, a sly smile finding itself on your face.

by the time he unlocked the door to his apartment, he couldn’t help but put his lips on yours, finally able to show you what you did to him by simply wearing that dress. the kiss wasn’t soft, but it was certainly passionate. he slid his hand down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. you melted into the kiss, biting his lip ever so slightly as he groaned quietly. you pulled away, resting your forehead on his, only thing heard between you both was heavy breathing.

“you looked so good tonight, sweetheart. i’ve been waiting for this all night,” he said, his voice the tiniest bit deeper than usual. you smiled, biting your lip as you put your lips on his again, this time the kiss was more fiery, more passionate. it was unlike any other kiss either of you had shared, your hands tangling themselves in his soft brown hair you had convinced him to grow out.

his lips trailed down to your neck, kissing it and sucking the tiniest bit as you tilted your head backwards, giving him more space to mark you as his. he kissed a small tattoo you had behind your ear, as you let out a small giggle at the ticklish feeling. he went back to kissing and biting your neck, before he played with the strap of your dress, silently pleading with his eyes.

“are you okay with this?” he softly asked, his eyes slightly glimmering under the artificial lighting above him.

“fuck yes, oscar. i’ve been waiting for this forever.” you smiled, kissing him once more before dragging him to the room both of you shared.

you littered his neck with kisses as well, leaving a faint mark on his collarbone. you unbuttoned his shirt and trailed your hands down his body ever so lightly, his breath hitching at the feeling. you helped him take his trousers off too, which you could clearly see a bulge poking out of. once those were off, you slowly got on your knees and palmed him through his boxers. you peeled them off of him teasingly, while he let out a sigh at the feeling of the cold air hitting him and watched it slightly smack his lower abdomen. you couldn’t help but let out a giggle at how aroused he was.

“this is a bit unfair, don’t you think?” he asked as you got on your knees.

“not yet oscar, just you wait, pretty boy,” you said.

“ah fuck,” he groaned at the nickname you had given him.

you pumped his shaft up and down to get him completely hard, looking up at him smugly.

“all this is ‘cause of me? you’re so cute, oscar,” you said, before you took him into your mouth. he wasn’t small, but you took just the tip into your mouth as you swirled your tongue around him, pumping the rest of him with your hands. he groaned and threw his head back, before looking down at you. the look in your eyes drove him mad, he couldn’t control himself as he tangled his hands in your hair, guiding you.

his groans only got louder as you took his whole length in, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat, his hands slightly pushing you forward, tears prickling your eyes and threatening to ruin your makeup. just as you could tell he was about to release, you pulled away, an innocent smile on your face. he let out a small whine.

“why would you do that, you fucking tease? part of me wanted to see your makeup all ruined,” he whined as you got up, the statement quickly turning into him teasing you in return.

“just want you to cum inside me, oscar. is that too much to ask for?” you said, as he let out a sigh in response, softly grabbing the bottom of your chin and running his thumb across your lips.

he couldn’t help but smash your lips onto his once again, this time his confidence overtook him as his hands found the zipper to your dress, unzipping it a bit. you pulled away, turning around so he’d fully take it off. as he unzipped the dress, his hands trailing down your back and the tattoo you had on your back. his touch sent shivers down your spine as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“fuck, you don’t know what your tattoos do to me sometimes,” he mumbled.

“yeah? you’re gonna discover every single one of them today, baby,” you said in a silky tone. your dress fell off your shoulders as you turned back around, his eyes roaming down to your chest as he muttered a curse word under his breath.

“you’re so fucking gorgeous, so fucking gorgeous,” he said, trailing his hands down from your collarbone to your chest. his hands landed on your pierced nipple. he couldn’t help but twirl his fingers around it, as you let out a sigh.

he traced the tattoo you had on your sternum, looking up at you as you watched him intently. his fingers eventually slipped down to your hips, tracing the tattoo you had on your hips as well, hooking his fingers onto the waistband of your thong and letting it snap against your soft skin.

“you knew this was going to happen didn’t you?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at you. you let out a small giggle and bit your lip.

“maybe, now hurry up and take it off before i do it myself,” you responded.

“fine, then.” he dragged your underwear down and you jumped out of it. he smashed his lips against yours for what seemed like the tenth time today, as he turned you around and laid you down on your shared bed, crawling on top of you and then pulling away.

he kissed down your torso, kissing and biting every tattoo that marked your body and kissed your clit. you let out a whimper as he saw how you glistened underneath him.

“fuck, every part of you is gorgeous. all for me too, hm?” he grinned. he then rubbed his tip up and down your folds, coating himself in your slick as you desperately waited for him to enter you.

he slowly pushed himself in as you let out a loud moan, feeling oscar stretch you out. he hissed at how tight you were around him, as he eventually entered you completely.

“shit, oscar.” you gasped, feeling like he was splitting you in half.

“you alright? let me know when i can move,” he reassured, his hand on your jaw stroking your face with his thumb.

“move, please, oscar.” you whimpered a bit later, clenching around his length.

“as you wish,” a slight grin could be seen on his features as he began slowly thrusting. he let out small grunts, biting his lip in an attempt to silence them.

“n-no, i wanna hear you.” you breathlessly said, looking up at him. the look in your eyes drove him insane, he couldn’t say no to you with the helpless look you had given him.

“holy shit, you have no idea what you do to me.” he breathlessly let out, thrusting into you harder, eventually reaching the spot where you needed him most. your eyes rolled to the back of your head for a moment as you let out desperate moans. he grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them above your head with one of his hands.

“fuck yes oscar, just like that, just like that.” he took your words as encouragement his thrusts got deeper as you neared your climax, clenching around him as you struggled to maintain your composure. the sounds of skin slapping, moans, and low grunts were all that could be heard from the room both of you were in.

“you wanna cum, sweetheart?” he teased, a smug smile on his face. you could barely respond at this point, lost in the pleasure you felt. his free hand went to apply pressure on your clit, momentarily breaking his eye contact with you before looking at your fucked out expression.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, yes oscar. please, i need it.” you let out through broken moans and flushed cheeks. his thrusts became sloppier as you felt him twitch inside you, and as the little sounds he made grew in volume and pitch.

“can i— come inside you?” he barely managed to get out, both of your climaxes nearing.

“yes, fuck please,” you moaned out, as you came to your climax, and a glance of your breasts moving below him, along with how you clenched around him brought him to his with one last thrust as he let out your name in a broken whisper.

he slowly pulled out of you, his seed dripping out of your cunt as shivers ran through your whole body. he fingered it back inside with a smile on his face as you struggled to catch your breath, bringing two of his digits into your mouth. you took his fingers in and sucked, barely focused.

“how do we taste, hm?” he said, that stupid grin still on his face.

“good, great, fuck. that was… wow,” you said, regaining your breath.

“yeah, i know.” the grin turned into a cocky smile as he laid down next to you, pulling you into his chest as you drifted off to sleep.

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oh how i hate this lol

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brotherwtf · 3 months ago

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Can I request a drabble for Princess Gale? I absolutely have the worst case of feminization kink for Gale it's crazy.

you and me both anon, you and me both

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Of course, Gale never knew how much he actually liked wearing Marge's clothes.

It started off as a joke, a thing to do between meetings with his father and discussing the future of his kingdom; but Gale didn't know when it crossed over from being a silly joke to something he looked forward to.

Marge was smaller than Gale, of course, but there were still some garments that fit him nicely. A navy-blue skirt, a tight-fitting blouse, even the occasional dress Marge managed to find in the back of her closet. She would giggle, joke about how much better they fit him than her, and then he would be whisked away to another meeting before he allowed himself to think about what he looked like in the clothes.

It had gotten to the point where he snuck into Marge's room when she was out and would try on the clothes, admire himself in the mirror and try not to think about how beautiful he felt. He even stole one of her lipsticks, a dusty pink one, and blushed when he put it on his lips.

It was a sweltering summer night when John finally caught him.

Marge was gone on vacation for the past week, and Gale had been practically living in Marges room those nights. Lounging in her skirts and bathrobes and putting on her makeup. He didn't feel like he had to hide how much he liked it when she wasn't here.

He was at the dresser, looking at himself in the mirror and smiling at the ensemble he chose for himself. A skimpy pink T-shirt that showed his stomach and a tight white skirt that hugged his waist perfectly. He had found white socks in the back of her closet that hugged his thighs, and he couldn't stop looking at himself.

John had whisked open the door, calling his name when his eyes trained on him. Gale didn't breathe, felt his cheeks immediately flush pink and he ducked his head.

"This isn't what it looks like, I swear," Gale whispers, voice shaking in fear.

John walks closer to him, slow as if he's approaching his prey. It isn't until he's right in front of him that he responds.

"Well it looks to me like Princess Gale is getting all dolled up, but maybe my eyes are deceiving me," John says, voice is hot and low.

Gale tries not to fall to his knees at the name John had given him. He feels his cheeks flush again and he tries to duck his head but John stops him with a hand on his cheek. Forcing him to look up at John and he sees John's eyes rapidly searching his face.

"Well aren't you just the prettiest thing I've ever seen, is that what you wanted? To be the prettiest princess in this palace?" John asks.

Gale has half a mind to think he's being cruel, but the words make his stomach turn and his knees feel weak and he just nods. John's hands tangle in Gale's hair and he pulls him in closer to his face. His breath fans across Gale's face and he lets out a shaky breath. Gale's eyes dart across John's face, trying to find any expression of disgust or discomfort, but only sees a dark expression in his eyes.

John connects their lips and it feels like he's starving for it. His tongue immediately shoves its way into Gale's mouth and he moans something sweet, like nothing he's ever heard come from his own mouth before. John's large, rough hands find their way under his skirt and grip his ass cheeks. Gale moans again, sighing against John's lips as he massages the flesh.

"You look so pretty like this Gale, my girl huh? My prettiest girl," John says, looking down at Gale with dark eyes.

Gale closes his eyes and falls forward into John's chest, sighing out a whimper and nodding. John grips the back of his thighs and lifts him, wrapping Gale's legs around his waist and taking him towards the bed. He dumps him on the bed and instantly kisses him again, his huge frame covering Gale entirely. John's hands find Gale's waist, wrapping around it entirely until the tips of his fingers almost touch.

"Am I pretty, John? Tell me how pretty I am," Gale finally asks and sighs when he can hear John groan.

"Fuck you're so fucking pretty, doll. Doll yourself all up just for me? My best girl, fuck, you're my best girl," John groans, trailing kisses down Gale's neck and sucking gently.

Gale moans something breathy and strangled as John bites the sensitive flesh of his throat. It will definitely leave a mark, and Gale groans at the thought. He pulls John's hair to look at him.

"Why don't we take this to my bedroom, huh? Don't think Marge would be too happy about us ruining her sheets," Gale says and yelps when John immediately lifts him again.

"Well of course, Gale. Wanna take my time with you sweetheart," John whispers and Gale crashes back against his lips again.

will probably continue this in another drabble but I don't want this post to get crazy long. ooof anon I'm about to get infected by the feminization kink bug again lmao thank you for the ask!!

#mota #clegan #buck x bucky #john egan #gale cleven #asks

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joydoesathing · 24 days ago

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IT NEEDS TO BE SAID!!!

Joy… Lets just… appreciate your brain.

Like, in OG tnmn if a guys is wearing a tie, you manage to put in in the gender bend’s design (Agnes’ necklace, W’s necklace, Izabelle’s scarf, Francis’ dress she wears under the milklady coat, arlenes scarf etc etc)

You stick to their OG colour pallete! Like how Martins tie has the polka dots (ref to Margerettes dress) and Raffael’s Hawaiian t-shirt!

Hair. THE WAY YOU DESIGNED EACH CHARACTERS HAIR. I LOVE IT!

THE WAY YOU DRAW SHOES. I COULD NEVER!

You actually stick to like, 50s fashion. Like, accurate 50s fashion.

Your artstyle itself is just gorgeous

They just LOOK like their genderbend’s genderbend. You can easily tell who’s who without confusion

Character design isn’t even the SURFACE of your creativity.

YOU MAKE EXTREMELY GOOD LORE FOR YOUR CHARACTERS!!!

Im being fr, you’re a really good storyteller.

You see the characters as real life people with actual stories and views.

YOU DO RESEARCH!!!!!! THIS IS ONE OF THE THINGS I APPRECIATE THE MOST! You actually research and understand facts about the 50s and its customs and what they considered normal!

Something else I like about the characters is that they’re realistic, yes I’m extremely delusional and want Frances x Nacho to be together but they aren’t exactly made for eachother, which is why they aren’t together. WHICH MAKES SENSE!

YOU WOULD WILLINGLY CHANGE A CHARACTER’S LORE IF SOMETHING NEW IS DISCOVERED IN THE GAME! I’m mainly talking about Dr. w and Michael, you changed their age (27 to 36) when the th project document got solved, and you said youd change some things up abt Wil’s lore again in campaign mode

Okay, so this might be controversial but… I really appreciate how You didn’t draw NSFW of Nacho x Frances. Yes, they’re your characters and you have to power to draw whatever you want with them (chelsea in the corn outfit lmao) But you chose not to draw NSFW of the 2. FRANCES WAS SEVENTEEN! Imho, you made a good decision.

YOU ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND ALL THE BIASES! Martin was judged because of his eye, Wilma was judged because she was a WOMAN, and Anatolii is judged because of not having a mother and glenn and arlene are judged for their race.

THE CHARACTERS ARE REALISTIC! NONE OF THEM HAVE A ‘PERFECT’ LIFE. THEY ALL HAVE FLAWS AND PROBLEMS THAT THEY’VE FACED. I WOULD LIST THEM ALL BUT THAT WOULD TAKE FOREVER!

Okay thats chap 1 of me talking abt how much i appreciate ur au.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

My heart cannot- thank you for appreciating the effort that i invest too much into the characters 💗

when I made this AU, I initially did it for making genderbent designs for them but afterwards i thought that it would be more fun for the neighbors to have they're own individual traits and detailed stories!

i value putting in all my effort I can give to make sure everyone is their own character at the end of the day.

not to be judgemental but i kind of find it very unsatisfying when there's only certain neighbors that are given so much emphasis and detail and the rest are treated like "props" or their personality, dialogue, actions and drive are solely built around the certain character/s with a lot of detail to make them look better or have story development while the "prop" characters themselves remain stagnant with no interesting traits to them or only one-dimensional traits

and honestly for me, i feel like the characters would be more interesting and fun if they were kind of realistic ,aka have some kind of character development and have faced struggles and biases on the way, so that from there, the neighbors, while coming from very different backgrounds and lives, can still connect, empathize and make bonds with each other via similar struggles in their lives :))

so in conclusion: my enthusiasm for making genderbent designs for them + wanting all of them to be actual characters with character gave birth to what is known as my genderbend au. it became my little isolated platform in the tnmn fandom where i can go crazy with these expectations and wants for the neighbors without necessarily conflicting with the hcs that people have for the OG neighbors

(also I don't mind if you make a whole ass list)

#ask stuff #that's not my neighbor #genderbend #au stuff

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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 11 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley has a surprise of his own. And while you're already not feeling well, he hates to bring home some bad news for you.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst, and swearing

Length: 4400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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When you heard Bradley pull the Bronco back into the driveway, it was well past noon, and you had finally managed to get up and get dressed for the day. The trip to Maryland had you exhausted, both mentally and physically. You felt like you could sleep for the rest of the day as you rubbed your eyes behind your glasses.

Tramp ran for the front door when he heard Bradley coming inside. "I'm glad you're back, Roo. He needs to go out for a walk," you called from the kitchen where you were making yourself some fresh coffee. "Do you want some coffee?"

He came in wearing jeans and a tank with his Hawaiian shirt draped over one shoulder. And he had a hesitant grin on his face.

"Why are you wearing that?" you asked as you stirred cream into your coffee. "I thought you went golfing. Jake even texted me and told me you were doing an abysmal job, and that you lost six balls on the fifteenth fairway."

"Last time I ask Jake for a favor," Bradley muttered under his breath. He pulled the Hawaiian shirt away from his body, and you saw that his right bicep had plastic wrap around it, taped in place against his skin.

Your lips parted but no sound came out. You instinctively knew he had a tattoo on his arm that wasn't there this morning when you were in bed together, but you couldn't turn those thoughts into words. He took a step closer to you, and you met his eyes.

"What did you do?" you asked softly as your heart pounded.

Bradley held his arm out and flexed his bicep against the plastic wrap for you. You were looking at a brand new tattoo alright. On the inside of his bicep. A paper airplane nearly the size of your hand, with Baby Girl written across it in a pretty script.

Where your tattoo was a dainty, private ode to the love of your life, his was bigger, bolder, and out in the open for everyone to see.

"I hope you like it, Baby Girl, because it's not going anywhere."

"You didn't have to do that," you whispered, but you knew you were smiling now as you ran your fingers across the plastic.

Bradley pulled you against him so suddenly you squeaked.

"Never thought I'd fall in love. Never thought I'd settle down. Never thought I'd be with someone who makes everything better. I never thought I'd love someone or something enough to get it tattooed on myself, but here we are, Sweetheart."

You kissed him softly and whispered, "You must really love me. That's a big tattoo."

"I'm going to love you forever. And I want everyone to see it," he said, guiding you back against the island. When you opened your mouth to say something, he put his finger over your lips and shook his head. "Not your tattoo though. That one's just for me, right?"

His voice was so deep and raspy, and his finger was still on your lips. You had to squeeze your thighs together, you were so turned on. Of course he noticed right away and wedged his thigh in between your legs as he started to devour your lips.

You rocked your body against his leg and whimpered as Bradley started to undo his belt, but you pulled it through the loops and dropped it to the floor. Then you added his tank to the pile just before he dropped to the floor on his knees in front of you.

"This one is just for me to see," he told you as he eased your sweatpants down. You weren't even wearing any underwear which made him grin up at you before he kissed you all over your tattoo. Just as you were getting used to his mustache against your hip, he moved his mouth to start licking your pussy, and you let your fingers drag through his hair before gabbing on.

"You're really wet, Baby Girl," he remarked, licking it all up.

"You got a tattoo for me! Of course I'm wet!"

He muttered, "Now you know how I felt yesterday," before getting you off with his mouth.

While you were still enjoying the waves of your orgasm, Bradley was helping you step out of your sweatpants, and next thing you knew, he had you sitting on the very edge of the island. And he was fucking you with his jeans and underwear down around his knees with his shoes still on.

"That's so fucking hot," you mumbled when you looked at his arm. He slammed into you hard, and it felt like you were going to topple off the edge of the counter. "Bradley!" you screamed, wrapping your legs around him and digging your manicured nails into his back.

He moaned so loudly next to your ear as he fucked you harder. "I got you, Baby Girl."

You were still so sensitive from your orgasm that everything he was doing felt overwhelming. You dragged your fingernails down lower on his back, and he groaned your name with his face tipped toward the ceiling. But he was fucking you so hard and pulling you toward the edge of the counter at the same time.

"Bradley!" you screamed again, this time with a laugh.

"I told you I got you, Baby Girl." He did have a vice-like grip on your body with his left arm, but you still dug your nails in again as he railed you until you were screaming.

Bradley pulled himself out of your grasp, and you felt your nails dig along his back again as he was suddenly tipping you back against the island and pulled your shirt up.

"Just for me," he groaned as he stroked himself three times and came all over your tattoo. You watched his cum coat the skin along your belly, hip and pussy, covering nearly all of the ink.

As his cum dripped onto your thigh and the countertop, Bradley leaned down and reached for your face. "I love you. So much," he promised, kissing along your lips and cheeks as he stroked your jaw. "I was ready to tattoo myself with your name as soon as we met. I don't want you to think there's any other reason I got this today than the fact that I love you so much I want everyone to see it. Okay?"

"Okay, Roo," you told him as he rubbed your cheek with his nose. "You've never given me any reason to doubt you."

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Bradley cleaned you up and carried you back to bed, because you told him you were still tired. But when he set you down in bed, you reached out and unwrapped his tattoo.

"I just want to touch it for real," you whispered with a grin, tracing the black outline of the paper airplane and then tracing the letters with your index finger. "I really like it. It looks like it belongs on you."

Bradley kissed you and tucked you in before taking Tramp out for a walk. They walked for five miles along the beach, and he texted Nat and Jake a photo of his tattoo.

Natasha Phoenix Trace: That looks permanent. Hope she never decides to leave your ass.

Jake Hangman Seresin: You owe me a drink, because I covered for you in the most believable way.

Bradley just sighed and tucked his phone away. Only forty eight more days until he was going to marry you. He wondered if you called Mav today or not. You were still so tired from being away, he figured you hadn't. After a moment of hesitation, Bradley decided to call Maverick on behalf of both of you.

"Bradley. What's up, kid?" he asked after one ring.

"Mav. I have a favor to ask of you. Actually, we have a favor to ask."

"What do you need?"

"What are you doing the day after Thanksgiving?" Bradley asked with a smile as Tramp pulled him up to the water's edge.

"Your bride-to-be invited us over for Thanksgiving dinner. Not doing anything the day after that I know of."

"Can you keep a secret?" Bradley asked, and his smile grew.

Mav paused for a beat. "This sounds a little suspicious."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes, Bradley. I can keep a secret." He was starting to sound exasperated, and Bradley was trying not to laugh.

"It's apparently very easy to get ordained online. Feel like officiating my wedding?"

A longer pause. "Are you serious? Of course I will."

"Thanks, Mav. I appreciate this. I'll get you more details. But it's top secret for now."

When Bradley was finally heading back to the house, he was kind of sweaty, and his shirt was clinging uncomfortably to his back. He was hoping you were awake so he could tell you that he got something checked off of the wedding to-do list. And he was hungry and craving something homemade for dinner. He'd been eating cereal and oatmeal all week.

But you were still sound asleep, so he crept quietly into the master bathroom and peeled his shirt off. He checked in the mirror to see why his back was stinging from the sweat.

"Oh, shit." You had really dug your nails into his back earlier, and there were a few long marks that you had made going up and down his back. Your pretty manicure was actually lethal. He decided to just skip a shirt while he went in search of some food.

Pancakes. He could make you both some pancakes. But before he started on that task, he realized it was after 6:30 and you were still sleeping, so he went to check on you again. As he let his fingers trail across your face, he realized you felt warm. A palm to the forehead told him you had a fever. Your neck felt a little clammy when he touched you, and now he was pretty worried.

"Sweetheart," he whispered, repeating himself until you started to stir.

"What?" you groaned, rolling fully onto your back and looking up at him.

"Can you sit up? I want to take your temperature."

You just nodded and sat up with your eyes closed, and you let him take your temperature when he returned with the thermometer.

You looked exhausted, and you let Bradley rub your back while you waited. His tee shirt that you were wearing was all sweaty, and now you were practically falling asleep again.

"Almost 102. That's a pretty high fever," he told you, and you just nodded in agreement. Now Bradley felt kind of bad for working you over so hard in the kitchen earlier. You must have picked up some sort of bug while you were away. "You need to take the day off tomorrow. Let me get you some water and Tylenol."

You just kept going along with everything he said, which was so unlike you. When he offered to make you pancakes, you told him you weren't hungry. When he offered to make you tea, you agreed to have a mug along with a few crackers.

"You need to text Bickel," he told you as he climbed in bed next to you. "Tell him you won't be in tomorrow."

"Can you do it for me?" you asked, your voice so small as you nibbled on a cracker. "My head hurts."

He kissed your ear and reached across you to get your phone from the nightstand. After he texted your boss, he got up and plugged your phone in.

"I'm going to tell your parents you're not feeling well, and that they can contact me if they need something, okay?"

"Okay," you muttered, coughing a few times. Bradley was a little concerned that you might have the flu, but all you would tell him is that you were tired.

When you had finished your tea and crackers, Bradley watched you stand and steady yourself before you went into the bathroom. He got you a new shirt to change into, but you even needed his help with that. He stripped you down completely and stroked your tattoo once, and then he pulled the clean shirt over your head.

"Thanks," you mumbled. "Can you take Tramp out?"

"Baby Girl. I'm going to take care of everything. Get back in bed and relax."

He kissed your cheek as you burrowed into the blankets. Then he refilled your water, took Tramp out, made himself some pancakes, and cleaned the kitchen. When he came back to the bedroom, you were curled up reading on your phone.

"Bickel told me not to worry about anything," you told Bradley.

"See? I'll take care of everything here, and he can take care of all your stuff at work." Bradley took off his jeans and made sure his tattoo was covered before he got in bed.

When he snuggled up next to your side, you tried to squirm away. "I'm all sweaty and disgusting, Roo. Don't touch me. You're supposed to think I'm adorable if I'm going to be your wife."

"You are adorable," he informed you with a laugh. "But I think that's literally the opposite of how marriage is supposed to work, Baby Girl."

"I don't want to get you sick," you complained halfheartedly, now snuggling up against him.

"We already had sex a few times since you got back. I had my tongue down your throat. I think it's a little too late to be worried about me. Let's get some sleep."

"Love you, Roo," you mumbled, already half asleep on his shoulder.

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You woke up briefly as the sun was peeking in through your bedroom curtains. You were freezing cold. You tried to sit up, but your head was pounding.

"Sweetheart, stay in bed. I'll bring you water and tylenol and some dry cereal."

"Okay, Roo," you managed to whisper, because now your throat was sore too.

Bradley delivered everything to your nightstand and then took your temperature. "Try to sleep. If you're not feeling better by this afternoon, we'll call your doctor."

You just nodded at him, and he kissed your forehead. "I'll be back as soon as I can get Mav to dismiss me."

You reached for Bradley's hand. "I forgot to call Mav yesterday!"

"Shh, just relax, Baby Girl. I called him," Bradley said with a grin. "We have our super secret wedding officiant."

You managed to smile up at him as you sank back into the pillows. "Thanks, Roo."

"Sleep. I love you."

So you dozed off and on for most of the day, only getting up to use the bathroom and get more to drink. You texted Bradley and told him you were fine, and that he shouldn't rush home. And then you picked Tramp up and took him back to bed with you.

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It was not a good day. First of all, you really did a number on Bradley's back with your nails in the kitchen, and his skin was irritated. Second, there was no way Mav was going to dismiss him early today, because Bradley had a flight simulation scheduled for the afternoon, unbeknownst to him. And third, now Mav was looking at him like he was ready to apologize for something.

"What's wrong? Just tell me," Bradley grumbled before he headed for his simulation.

"Sorry, kid. I got deployment papers for you."

"Fuck!" Bradley took the envelope and tore into it. "When?"

"I'm not sure of the exact dates. But it's next month," Maverick told him gently. "If I could change the dates or send someone else, you know I would, Bradley."

Bradley would never, ever forgive himself if he couldn't marry you next month. He'd quit the navy. Get a civilian job. Anything. Anything except miss out on marrying you in forty seven days. His hands were shaking as he read over the information.

He needed to be in South Korea on November 5th. The special mission should last one to two weeks, depending on the weather requirements.

He looked up at Maverick. "Don't make any plans for that day I told you about. I'll be back in time, even if I have to fucking swim home."

Maverick nodded. "I actually believe you, that's the crazy part. I won't make any plans. And I'm already filling out the form to get ordained."

"Thanks," Bradley said, shaking his hand before he went for his simulation.

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Not only would he not be getting home early, but Bradley had to text you and let you know he would be home late. He promised to bring you some soup, and he told you to rest until he got there.

"What's got you all pissed off?" Nat asked as they headed toward the locker rooms. Bradley reeked of jet fuel from earlier this morning, and he wanted to be able to climb in bed with you as soon as he got home.

"Got papers," he growled. "Next month."

"So did Bagman," Nat replied.

"Damn. I was hoping it would be me and you again," Bradley said, giving Nat a high five before she ducked into the ladies' room.

"Looks like it's me and you, Bagman. Deployment together," Bradley said when he started getting undressed at his locker.

Jake looked over at him as he stripped off his flight suit. "Who's going to look after Angel?"

Bradley had been so concerned about potentially missing his secret wedding, he hadn't even thought what it would mean to be deployed the same time as Jake.

"Shit," Bradley said, knowing full well that Jake would always have your back when he couldn't. "She'll have Nat and the guys. I'll talk to Bob and Fanboy tomorrow."

"Hey, Coyote! Payback!" Jake called, and both men poked their heads around from the next row of lockers.

"What's up?" Payback asked as he dried off from his shower.

Bradley kept undressing, as he spoke, anxious to get home to you. "Can you two keep an eye on the love of my life while Jake and I are gone next month?"

"Aww, Tramp needs a sitter?" Payback asked, earning a glare from Bradley. "Yeah, man, of course we'll look out for your girl."

"No problem," Coyote added.

But Jake was suddenly cracking up. "What happened to your back, Rooster? Looks like your Hen scratched you up good!"

Bradley paused; he had forgotten about his back. And now Payback and Coyote were coming closer to look as well.

"Shit! What were you trying to do to her?" Payback asked while he wiggled his eyebrows.

Coyote was just looking at him with wide eyes.

Bradley wrapped his towel around his waist and headed for the showers while the guys catcalled.

"At least I have a girl to maul my back apart, okay?" he said, giving them the finger.

"Damn, I hate it when he's right," Jake replied.

"Nice tattoo, by the way," Payback called after Bradley. "Ohhhh. He got a tattoo for her. That's what happened to his back."

Bradley listened to them all erupt into more laughter, and he couldn't help but smile himself.

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You were sitting up in bed reading when Bradley got home. He came running into the bedroom with his hands full of stuff.

"Are you okay?" he asked, feeling your forehead and kissing your hair before you could even answer.

"I'm fine," you said, coughing a little bit. "I took my temperature, and it came down some."

"Are you hungry?" he asked, running his thumb along your cheek and making you smile.

"A little bit. You brought soup?" you asked, climbing out of bed. But Bradley scooped you up into his arms before your feet touched the floor.

"I got four kinds of soup from that deli you like. Plus a salad in case that sounded better." He carried you gently into the dining room and got you settled in a chair. He opened all of the soup containers and brought out some spoons. You selected the chicken noodle soup, and almost instantly it started making you feel better.

"Thanks, Roo."

Bradley ran around and got you water, orange juice and hot tea. He took Tramp out for a quick walk while you took a hot shower, and he was back in time to help you get dressed in clean sweats.

"I'm hoping I can just sleep all day again tomorrow while you're at work," you told him as he helped you get the knots out of your hair.

"I'm not going to work tomorrow," he informed you, kissing the back of your neck and making you shiver. "I'm staying home to make sure you get better."

"Thanks," you whispered, but he was turning you around in his arms to face him, and he didn't look happy. "What?"

He sighed. "I got papers today. Special mission."

You gasped and reached for him. "When?" you asked, flinging your arms around his neck. You felt like you were going to cry. It was mid-October. His papers must be for November if it was a special mission.

"November 5th," he whispered, and you burst into tears.

"I'm so sorry, Bradley. If I got my shit together sooner, we could be getting married this month. Now we'll have to wait longer," you sobbed against his neck.

"Shh, it's okay, Sweetheart." He was rubbing soft circles against your back. "It's just for two weeks, tops. I really should be back in time."

You wiped your eyes and looked up at him. "You think so?"

"Baby Girl, I will hijack my own aircraft and fly it home to you if I need to."

You laughed through your tears, and he held you against him. "Okay. Let's keep planning then and hope for the best."

"The only thing I want you to do at the moment is rest and feel better. I'll take care of everything else."

Bradley snuggled with you in bed, running his fingers underneath your sweatshirt and soothing your skin. "You don't feel clammy anymore," he remarked. You just shook your head and told him to keep touching your skin. You could see his tattoo peeking out of his sleeve, and it made you smile so much.

He told you about his day, and you could feel yourself melting against him as he continued to work his fingers along your back.

Pretty soon you were falling asleep in his arms while Tramp had a puppy dream in his doggy bed.

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Bradley woke up early and had to peel you away from his body so he could get out of bed. It felt like your fever had broken overnight, but it was obvious you were exhausted and needed as much sleep as possible.

He made coffee and started to finalize the honeymoon options. He had it narrowed down to two different resorts already, but now he had to determine which one was perfect for you. The one with the butler or the one with the private deck.

Bradley decided to be selfish for a moment. You didn't really need a butler, since he was willing to wait on you hand and foot. But a private deck with a pool and a hot tub? You could sunbathe naked. You could swim naked. You could have sex with him on the deck under the stars with the Pacific Ocean as your soundtrack.

As soon as he pulled his credit card out of his wallet, he was booking it. He couldn't wait.

Next he started narrowing down caterers and florists based on what you and he had planned. There was no need for a huge menu or a ton of flowers. He found one caterer online that promised they could make any cake flavor, so he emailed them and asked if their confetti cake with strawberries was any good. Then he found a florist that had yellow and red roses as one of their gallery photos.

He really had no idea if he was doing any of this research the way you would have, but he was too excited to stop now.

"Roo?"

He turned to face you and smiled. You looked so much better. "You're up."

"Yeah, it's almost noon," you said, rubbing your eyes. "I feel a lot better now." You kissed him, and he was shocked he had been working on this for four hours.

Bradley let you sit on his lap with some reheated soup, and he showed you everything he found. Except for the honeymoon. Not yet.

"Oh! Those flowers are beautiful!" you gushed. "And I don't care what we feed everyone for dinner, as long as I have my confetti cake."

Bradley rolled his eyes; you were sassing him, so you were definitely feeling a lot better.

"I found a caterer who will make a confetti cake. They also have miniature bottles of pink champagne on their bar menu."

You gasped. "We need to book them! Is it too late?"

Bradley just sighed and kissed your shoulder. "I'll call them now and find out."

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You were still feeling kind of tired, and your throat hurt a bit, but today had been so good, you didn't mind too much.

Bradley sweet talked the caterer of your dreams into doing your wedding as long as you bumped dinner up to 5 o'clock. He also managed to get you a chance to sample their confetti cake next Wednesday night. Then he got the florist to agree to your modest bouquets and rose petals. He even reassured you he had booked the honeymoon.

"You're the groom of my dreams," you whispered as you ran your fingers along his tattoo. "Also, you need to keep this wrapped for a few more days."

"I'll wrap it again after I take a shower," he replied, tipping you back along the couch and climbing on top of you. You had the perfect view of his handsome face, bare naked torso and his tattoo.

"I'm always going to take care of you," he promised, kissing your cheek. "Now rest for the afternoon." He pushed himself off of the couch, covered you with a blanket, and started to leave the living room.

"Yes, Daddy," you muttered, making him pause and turn to face you again.

He smirked. "Daddy wants you feeling better by the weekend, Baby Girl. We've got new tattoos to show off on video."

You just groaned and rolled over onto your side, praying you were better by the weekend.

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Daddy Roo and his new tattoo. That's the real name of this chapter.

PART 12

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