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megamindsecretlair · 10 hours ago

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hey i just need something real nasty between husband and wife with mr.aaron (i say it key and peele😂😂) with some angst before the actual plot🤭

A/N: Ask and ye shall receive, beautiful.

Made You Fall For Me

Pairing: Husband!Terry Richmond x Wife!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. Cursing, teasing (fem and male receiving), PIV, oral (female receiving), Reader is able to be picked up, use of pet names, angst. Mentions of death of a loved one, trauma. All consensual. Sorry if I missed some.

Summary: It had been two weeks since the anniversary of Mike’s death and Terry still beat himself up over it. Tired of Terry not letting you in, you join him in the shower and show him that he has a life to lead right here and now with you. Story by @uniqueoutlierblog

Word Count: 5,371k

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A/N: Thank you so much for dealing with my hiatus. I'm stronger mentally than I have ever been. Definitely worked on myself and stopped being so hard on myself. The kind asks really helped me find my way back, so have this smutty fic as a giant thank you! Thank you so much for all your continued support! Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

Terry sighed as he entered the bedroom. You looked up from your phone to watch your husband.

His tall frame moved fluidly around the space, taking off of his pants and his shirt. It was soaked through having just finished at the gym. He sat on the edge of the bed to fling off his socks and toss it in the knit hamper.

“Hey babe,” you said.

“Hey baby,” Terry sighed.

You stared at the back of his head as his shoulders drooped the longer he sat on the bed. He looked so…dejected. Like someone sucked the air from his tires. You leaned up and let your powder blue throw blanket fall from your shoulders.

This was the second week in a row that your husband was still in this funk. Two weeks since the anniversary of Mike’s death where it seemed like Terry relived it all over again. It started with a dream, the very moment he ran into the hospital carrying Summer. Hopped up on adrenaline, a bullet in his shoulder, and him looking for the next threat.

Then he would slowly withdraw mentally, checking out of conversations. Floating through the motions of going to work and getting back home. You were worried that he would get into an accident but he was able to operate on auto-pilot, navigating the world just as he normally would.

It was both sad and amazing that he was able to do so. But this wasn’t your husband. This was a guilt ridden man who sometimes realized that he had no family. You were his family, of course, but he had no living blood relative alive. Mike was his one and only connection and that was severed by hate and pride.

“Baby, will you please talk to me?” You asked. You fiddled with the edge of your phone. He wasn’t facing you, but you were still nervous to look at his face. You didn’t know which would be worse. Hearing you and choosing not to speak or not hearing you at all because he was lost somewhere you couldn’t reach?

“I-I’m trying,” he said. He tilted his head to the side. You longed to comfort him, hold him, console him in some way. But every time you reached out, he would stare at you as if he couldn’t feel it. Couldn’t feel you.

You didn’t know how to help him through this. You’ve lost people, sure, but you always had enough family and friends to fall back on. You didn’t know what it was like for him and he was too stubborn to let you take some of his pain.

You moved forward and crawled on the bed towards him. He stiffened as you got closer and you wrapped your arms around him anyway. You held on and placed your hand over his heart. It beat rapidly beneath your fingers and you inwardly sighed in relief. He was still in there. His heart still beat.

“You have to stop beating yourself up about this. He wouldn’t want you to blame yourself forever,” you said. You kissed his back and rested your cheek on his skin. He was always so warm, like your own personal fire pit. But due to the sweat, he was cold and clammy.

“I was supposed to protect him. That was my one and only job,” Terry said.

“You were supposed to love him. But what happened was out of your control,” you said.

Terry sighed and stood up, breaking your embrace. He hung his head as he walked to the bathroom. The door closed decisively and you flinched from the harsh sound. The light turned on underneath the doorway. The shower turned on and you didn’t hear anything further.

Some days you wanted to knock your husband’s teeth in. His overprotective instincts went into hyperdrive, past the point of what was healthy. He refused to think of himself and the consequence be damned. Other times, you just wanted to wrap him in a floofy blanket and never let him out of your sight. You couldn’t very well fault him for wanting to keep you safe when you were the exact same way.

But this…it varied on when he’d be able to pull himself out of this. Sometimes you’d say or do something to bring him back. Sometimes he’d take a deep breath and release that dark cloud. And sometimes, he’d disappear for a whole day and return back to the sweet, loving man you married.

But fuck this. You missed your husband. And you were tired of seeing him walk around like a zombie. You got out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom.

Steam rushed out and passed over your exposed skin. You closed the door behind you and noted the discarded underwear on the floor and a red towel on the edge of the sink. Terry’s silhouette moved just behind the foggy glass doors.

You quickly stripped, flinging your lavender sleep set to the ground with his briefs. You stuffed your bonnet beneath a shower cap and slid the glass doors back. Terry looked over his shoulder at you and you entered the spacious shower behind him.

The custom shower with tiles painted in different shades of brown was roomy enough for about three people comfortably if they were all intimate. Water cascaded down from a waterfall shower head, pouring down over Terry’s strong body. Water dripped from the edge of his wide nose, his full lips, and his well-defined chest. You followed the trail of water down his belly and over his long, thick dick. Water fell down in his long legs and huge feet.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m taking a shower,” you said. You shoved past him and grabbed your wash cloth, pulling it under the spray of water to get it wet.

Terry huffed. “Had to be now?” He asked.

“Yup,” you said, popping the ‘P’. Instead of grabbing your favorite soap, you grabbed his and lathered up the wash cloth.

“C’mon,” Terry said. He tugged on your arm for you to turn around.

You did so and slapped the wash cloth against his chest. “I miss you,” you said, cutting off whatever he was about to say. He closed his mouth and grimaced, jaw flexing.

You flattened both of your hands against his chest and stepped closer. Water hit your back at a lukewarm temperature. You had no clue how he could shower like this but that wasn’t the point. “I miss my husband and I need you to come back, right now,” you said.

Terry closed his eyes and his long eyelashes fanned across his cheeks. His mouth worked like he wanted to say something but the words never came. Whatever he wanted to say lodged in his throat and he couldn’t choke it out.

“So after this shower, you better step out of it and remember that you did everything right for Mike. And he made his own choices. That’s not your fault. It has never been your fault. And it’s time you accept that,” you said.

You moved the wash cloth over his skin, scrubbing him down. Soap transferred to his body in thick suds, falling down his skin. He watched you and shut his mouth as you scrubbed him all over his chest and moved on to his arms.

His eyes never left yours as you massaged the cloth between his fingers. He sighed and hummed as you found tense spots. You rubbed him deeper in those areas, working out the tension.

You maneuvered behind him so he could rinse and then washed his back, creating big circles of soap. You moved down to his ass, teasing him a bit. He grunted and then chuckled. Well, that was a good sign. If he was chuckling then at least he was starting to relax.

You washed down his legs, tickling him in areas. He danced out of your way and you warned him to be careful in this slippery ass shower.

“If you die, I’ll bring you back and kill you again,” you warned.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said and smirked.

You worked your way back to his front. His dick twitched and bobbed in your face. You looked up at him and his head was tilted to the side as he looked down at you. Fuck, he was pretty like this. Above you, staring at you, and in all his naked glory.

He needed to walk around like this more often. For your eyes only. That beautiful male body needed to be on display 24/7.

You looked at his dick and then slowly dragged your eyes up his body and back to his striking ocean eyes. He took in a deep breath as his mouth curved upward. The rise and fall of his chest had an answering throb in your clit. You dropped to your knees on the hard flooring but it barely registered in your mind.

Your husband worked his way back to you in the best way you both knew how. Sex was everything to the both of you. The one way you knew you were on solid ground. From the moment you two met, it had been electric and consuming. Always finding ways to touch each other or be near each other and breathe each other’s air.

You dragged the wash cloth over his dick. At the first press of your hand, he hissed and jerked his hips towards you. You steadied your left hand on his hip and then stroked him with your right.

He lifted his head towards the showerhead and let the water run down his face. Since he leaned back, water fell on top of your head and face but you kept looking towards him and the look on his face.

He was hands down the most beautiful man you had ever met. And the kindest. He wasn’t always nice. He had more than enough words to say about folks that crossed him. But he was always kind, always treated people with respect. And he was a gentleman on top of it. Always opened your doors, always stood on the side of the street closest to danger. Every day, you found new ways to fall in love with your man. You only wished he’d forgive himself.

“I love you. And I miss you. I need you to come back,” you told him. You increased the pressure, giving him long, slow strokes. All the way down to his base, squeezed, and then worked your way back to his tip.

He groaned and rolled his neck, moving his hips. Your pussy throbbed seeing cum leak from his tip. He leaned one hand on the side of the shower, fingers pushing into the grooves.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “I’m sorry.”

“You have to let me in when things get dark, Terry. I don’t like feeling like I’m on the outside,” you told him.

Terry nodded his head and his eyes turned darker. But he didn’t look so far away now. His eyes were clearer, more present. “I hate feeling like I failed,” he said. His jaw flexed and you matched him stare for stare.

“You did everything you possibly could. You deserve a life too. Not to punish yourself for the life Mike doesn’t have,” you said. You paused stroking and let the sound of the shower fill the room.

Steam rose to the ceiling in wispy clouds. Soap and water rushed down Terry’s body. His chest rose and fell in heaving sighs but then evened out. Once his breathing returned to normal, you began stroking him again.

He groaned and dropped his head as you increased your strokes. You watched his face and watched the emotions play across his features. His lush lips parted and he moaned, deeply and guttural. “I’m gonna bust,” he moaned.

“Give it to me,” you whispered, just loud enough to be heard above the spray of water. You kept your same pace and three strokes later, Terry’s dick throbbed and his cum splashed onto your neck and titties.

Terry’s moans were sweet music to your ears. You grinned evilly and kept stroking. He jerked and stuttered with chuckles and reached out to still your hands. He huffed and chuckled, giving you a saucy wink.

He pulled you up by your arms and crushed his lips to yours as soon as you were within reach. He grabbed the cloth from your hands and hung it on the lip of the shower door. He cupped your neck in both hands and angled your face to meet his rough kisses. You moaned into his mouth. You missed this. You missed him. So damn badly.

The ache in your chest finally lifted now that your man was back. He healed and soothed with every kiss, every swipe of his tongue, every caress of his thumb on your wet skin. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he harshly whispered between kisses.

“It’s okay,” you whispered back.

Terry pulled back and looked into your eyes. He narrowed his and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “I will call and get help later today. There’s no excuse for how I’ve been acting. You deserve better from me,” he said.

You tilted your head and kissed his wrist. “I do. But I also know we’re in this for life. So I need you to let me in more,” you said.

Terry nodded. “I promise. Thank you, for sticking with me through this shit,” he said.

“That’s what wives are for,” you said with a giggle.

Terry took a deep breath and then a mischievous gleam made his hazel eyes twinkle. A smirk curved his lips and he began to massage your neck. You hummed and your eyes drooped. “Husbands are for protecting you and taking care of you, right?” He asked.

“Yes,” you said slowly, eyeing him. He was up to something…

Terry flipped you around and pressed your chest against the glass shower doors. You cried out from the sudden cold on your nipples as he pushed until your titties flattened against the doors. He kicked your legs wider to spread for him and your body shivered from his casual roughness.

“T-Terry,” you sighed.

Terry locked your arms behind you, hooking his arm around your elbows so that you were unable to move. Terry licked the shell of your ear and you shuddered. He slipped his free hand around your throat to pull your neck back and rest your head on his shoulder.

“I’m gonna make up for my bullshit,” he promised with heat laced through every syllable.

“Terry, you don’t–”

Terry cut you off by moving his hand from your neck to his dick. He ran the tip through your dripping folds and then plunged inside with a rough thrust. “Oh shit!” You cried out, twisting your hands to try and slow him down. But because he had your arms trapped, you had no choice but to take his dick.

He angled your hips into a more comfortable position and then he slipped his hand back around your throat. He grunted with every deep thrust, filling you up, and making you take it.

“Too much, too much,” you whined, trying to lean away from him. Terry pushed into you harder, pinning you to the door, while he continued to fuck you. Your forehead leaned on the doors and your breath fogged up the glass with your moans and sighs.

“You can take it, baby,” he said, sinking you deeper and harder onto his length. He kissed your neck, licked and nibbled in areas, and moved upwards to your ear. “I love you so much. And I know I’ve been an ass. I haven’t been fair to you,” he whispered in your ear while he continued to dig into your guts.

You weren’t quite prepared for him to be so sweet and so nasty all at once. He gave you no time to fully hear his message or fully focus on his dick inside you so you were stuck in a twisted limbo. Suspended between absolute pleasure and your heart swelling with emotions.

“That ends today, okay? I’ll prove that I’ll do better,” he said. He grunted and cursed under his breath.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” you moaned.

“That’s my job as your husband. And it’s a job I take seriously,” he said. He smiled against your neck and then pulled you into a rough kiss over your shoulder. Your lips danced and played with each other as your orgasm rushed to the surface.

You began to cry and stutter as it washed over you. Terry moaned as you squeezed around his dick. “Fuck, that’s it,” he panted into your ear.

When you came down, Terry let your arms go. He slipped out with a grunt and stepped back. You missed the heat of him instantly. He rubbed the feeling back into your arms from having them bent back for so long. He grabbed the discarded wash cloth from the top of the shower and rinsed it out.

He lathered up with his soap and then carefully washed down your back and your ass. His finger slipped between your cheeks to tease as he washed you down and you giggled with him.

Terry turned you around and washed down your front. Washed the cum from your chest that didn’t rinse off from the water. You smiled at each other, finding your way back with every swipe of the cloth across your titties, your tummy, and down your thighs. He ran the cloth between your legs, careful not to get soap in between, and you moaned just from having his hands on you again.

His lips on yours. His eyes seeing you again after weeks of zoning out. Hints of your husband poked through that barrier he erected and now you were let in behind the wall. You grinned at him and leaned on your toes for a kiss.

The kiss was meant to be innocent and sweet, just something to show that you loved him. That you were there and never letting him disappear again. But Terry kissed you deeper, grabbing you about the neck once more and crushed his lips to yours.

His tongue slipped inside and then he gently nibbled on your bottom lip with his teeth. “Terry,” you sighed. Your stomach flipped with desire. Pussy throbbing. Once wasn’t nearly enough.

“I know,” he said. He lifted your chin and brought you in for a sweet kiss. He deepened the kiss even as he maneuvered you towards the shower wall. He lifted you by the ass to wrap your legs around his hips.

“Fuck,” you cried out. It never ceased to amaze you that he was so strong. He worked hard in the gym to take care of himself but also to lift every pound you had. He lifted without effort, without strain, and grinned when he caught the look on your face.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Terry said. He stared into your eyes as he pushed back into you. Back into your warm, wet heat and you both groaned as he pushed in slowly, all the way down to the base.

Your nails dug into his back and shoulders, clutching on for dear life. He was huge and thick. Long. He pulled back and then sank in once more, repeating this over and over to make you feel every last inch of him. Feel his mushroom head push against your soft, spongy walls welcoming him in.

Your mouth dropped open, needing to release something. A cry, a moan, a word. Nothing came as he stroked into you, increasing with each one. Soon, he was slamming into you. His wet, loud strokes echoed in the tiled shower and your cries soon joined it.

“You feelin’ me?” He asked.

You nodded. You adjusted your arms around his neck and he dropped his forehead to yours.

“Look at me,” he whispered. You locked your eyes with him and it somehow made his strokes even more intense. He throbbed inside you.

“You feel me. Right here and now. I’m not going anywhere. I’m never going away again,” he moaned while he stroked.

“Terry,” you sniffled.

Fuck, this was all you ever wanted. You didn’t need him to be perfect. You didn’t need him to be a textbook definition of a husband. You just wanted him present and with you. Sharing his pain and his joys. Sickness and health. Better and worse. Those were the vows you swore before a room full of your close friends and family.

“I feel you. I feel you right here,” you promised.

Terry switched up his strokes, getting deeper than before and bottoming out. You both groaned and threw your heads back, getting lost in the sensation of him filling you up. Connecting the both of you. As close as you could possibly be to another human being.

Terry leaned down and kissed you, playing with your lips, even as his hips slammed into you over and over. Pressure built in your belly, making your thighs quake and your arms tremble. “Terry, please, I can’t,” you begged. It was too much. It felt like you were out of control, out of your norm, unrooted.

Terry only continued exactly what he was doing. “You’re taking me so well, baby. You can keep going,” he said.

Your eyes swam and your vision turned blurry as you clung to him and came undone on his dick again. Your cries were loud enough to echo and bounce off of the tiled walls and ceiling, giving you a feedback loop of your own pleasure. It amplified your orgasm and you shut your eyes and surrendered to the overwhelming feeling.

Terry kissed you all over your face, neck, and shoulders. He pumped you into you until his own hips stuttered and shot loads of thick cum into your pussy. You whined and shivered as he fucked his cum deeper and deeper.

He slowed to a gradual stop and you stayed connected like that while you both recovered. Water still pelted the both of you and you kissed on each other, soaking up the moment. Terry leaned over and turned off the water, still holding you.

He smiled and kissed your lips. He nuzzled your nose. “Missed this,” he said.

“Me too,” you said. You kissed his cheek.

Terry carefully stepped out of the shower with you still wrapped around him like a spider monkey. You were glad. Because now that you had him back, you weren’t ready to let him go. As if you would keep him here with you by sheer force of will.

He moved the towel from the edge of the sink and placed you down, slipping out of you. You kissed and loved on each other while he dried the both of you off. Greedy for more, you reached between you to play with his heavy balls.

Terry groaned and tilted his head down at you. “You sure you wanna do that?” He asked.

You continued fondling his balls, rubbing them between your fingers, and making him moan. His hips canted towards yours and you bit your lip, needing him back inside. Two orgasms weren’t enough. No number would satisfy you.

“It’s been too long,” you pouted and looked at him.

He chuckled and kissed you, taking possession of your poked out lip. He suckled on it and you moaned, feeling your pussy respond and ache from just this small action.

“Get that sexy ass on our bed. Let me clean up in here and I’ll take care of that,” he said.

You pouted again and whined but he bit your lip. “Now.” He deepened his voice and arched a perfect eyebrow at you.

You rolled your eyes and his eyebrow lifted higher. You grinned and hopped off the sink. While being punished for your attitude would be fun, you just wanted him right now. No extras, no games. You wanted to enjoy him and enjoy his body.

He smacked your ass as you walked out and he chuckled after you shrieked and hid your ass behind your hands. You skipped to your bedroom and laid down on your bed. Cool air blew across your damp skin but it wasn’t freezing or uncomfortable.

The temperature was just right to make you hyper aware of your body. Of the feel of your skin and the thorough fucking Terry just gave you. Your pussy was still sensitive but you couldn’t resist teasing your clit. You ran your other hand along your skin, your belly, and your titties. Squeezing your nipple between your fingers and moaning from the dual sensations.

“Terry…” you called out, drawing out his name. If he didn’t get in here soon, you were about to take matters into your own hands.

The afternoon sun was setting low, rich oranges and golds slanting through your curtains and casting a warm glow about your room. Most days, you hated that your place faced east and west, but on lazy days like today, it was perfect.

Terry moved about the bathroom, you had no clue what he was doing. So you closed your eyes and continued to play with yourself. You grew wetter by the second, your mind filling in with images of Terry’s broad chest. His narrow hips. That monster he had between his legs and the unbridled pleasure he managed to provide every single time.

God, you loved that man. In every which way you were able to get him. You didn’t have the words to convey it but you’d spend the rest of your life trying to find them.

You moaned as your imagination took over. Replaying what happened in the shower, the look on his face, the fire in his hazel eyes. You sighed as Terry entered the room.

“Oh, you bold,” he said, his voice laced with amusement.

You didn’t stop though. You spread your legs further and shifted on the bed so that he could get a clearer view. “All warmed up for you,” you teased.

Terry’s eyes dropped to the core of you, at the way you held your pussy lips open. Your other hand teased around your clit in figure eights, dipping into your pussy every so often to gather up more essence.

Terry’s tongue swiped out to lick from one side to the other. Your fingers lost their rhythm. “Keep going,” he commanded.

You whined and started up again but you couldn’t think straight. Not with him leaning against the wall looking at you like you were a five course meal and he was a starving man. When you just couldn’t find that spot again, Terry smirked and walked closer.

“What happened?” He asked.

“You,” you said.

Terry smirked and took his time kneeling at the edge of the bed. He grabbed your thighs and pressed his thumbs to your inner thighs, massaging them. “Fuck,” you moaned and twisted, trying to close your legs and trap his hands there.

“Naw. Open back up. That’s what you get for trying to handle it yourself,” he said.

“It’s been too long since I’ve seen you,” you said and smirked. Terry lifted an eyebrow but his eyes were still on your throbbing pussy. He had to see how you were clenching around nothing. Clenching and reaching for him.

He leaned down and kissed your clit. He retreated too quickly for your blood and you whined, pushing your hips back towards his face.

“I’m still apologizing so I won’t make you beg this time,” he said. Without further ado, he dragged his pink, juicy lips through your folds, hunting for your clit. His tongue darted out and teased, dragging the tip through your folds. His tongue was warm as it flattened against your clit and he licked.

“Fuck!” You screamed out.

Terry smiled between your legs before getting down to business. He suckled and licked and nibbled while he feasted on your pussy. Your pussy throbbed and ached while he slurped up your essence noisily.

“Fuck, baby. Right there,” you moaned.

Terry locked in to the spot and swirled his tongue around in tight circles. You clutched to the covers, nails digging in for dear life as you twisted and jerked. You reached down to grab onto the back of his head and push his head deeper.

Terry placed his hands to your thighs and pinned them to the bed while he ate you out, never stopping for breath. He just ate like a man possessed until you were twitching and crying out on his tongue, reaching your climax in record time.

Terry continued to eat you out through it, whispering into your pussy how perfect and sexy you were. How much he had to make up for. Your throat was scratched raw from all the moaning you were doing, too spent to respond. To tell him that he didn’t have a damn thing to make up for. His pain was valid and he had a right to see it through, but he had to see it through. Not just disappear into his head.

None of that came through. Your vision swam as you looked at the popcorn ceiling, too blissed out to form a coherent sentence. Terry replaced the view of the ceiling, leaning down on his fists, as he smirked at you.

“Still with me?” He asked.

“Always,” you sighed.

He chuckled as he climbed onto the bed. It dipped beneath his weight, jostling you a bit. His knees pushed your legs on top of his thighs. His eyes sparkled as he slipped into you, meeting no resistance from your pussy.

“Shit,” you grunted. You pushed feebly at his chest. Not necessarily to make him stop, but fuck, you needed time to recover. Time to catch your breath. He stole the motherfucker, the least he could do was let you gain it back.

“Nothing feels better than this,” he said. He sank deeper into you, making you curl into him and squeeze his hips with your legs. He grabbed both of your hands and pinned them above your head, poking your chest out for his lips to capture your nipples.

He suckled on them, going back and forth between the two, while he fucked into you lazily. Unhurried. Like he managed to pause time long enough to focus on delivering you pleasure. His eyes found yours and he smiled, his dazzling grin turning you stupid and pliant.

He groaned as he felt your body relax and he dug into you, harder, deeper, faster. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you,” you moaned.

“Cum with me, baby,” he said.

You whined and focused on cumming with him like he said. You could feel him throbbing inside you, close, oh so close. You panted, sweating, legs trembling, back bowing. He leaned to one side so that he could slip his free hand between your legs to play with your clit.

Your moans increased to a near panic as your orgasm came running at his beck and call. You cried out and your squeezing pussy milked him. He moaned and dropped his head as he spilled into you over and over, his body trembling from the force.

He kissed your cheek but you otherwise laid there and enjoyed the feeling of him crushing you to the bed. Who needed oxygen anyway?

Your stomach rumbled, breaking the beautiful silence after such a powerful moment. You both laughed as it rumbled again. Terry released your hands and you covered your tummy. He pushed your hands away with his chin and then kissed your belly.

“We’re gonna need another shower and then I need to feed my wife,” he said.

“Feed your wife or feed your wife?” You asked, waggling your eyebrows. You were spent and tired but you could find another round in you for him. Always for him.

“Both, nasty ass,” he said. He stood up and then pulled you with him to stand as well. He gave you a sweet, tender kiss and promised over and over with both his tongue and his actions that he would become a man worthy of your love.

The end.

I love you all. The Secret Terry Richmond Files

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Roy watches Lian settle into the backseat, her backpack tossed haphazardly in Jason's lap as he rifles through the bag, eagerly searching for snacks that he knows you packed in.

"You ransacking my kid now, Todd?"

Roy questions, muscular arms crossing over his broad chest, the T-shirt he's wearing stretched taut across his muscular torso, vibrant red fabric a contrast to his sunkissed, alabaster flesh. The tattoo on his bicep peeks out, green ink swirled marring his skin.

"When you bring perfectly cut watermelon with no seeds to work, I'll ransack you instead." Jason retorts, opening up the clear Tupperware and setting it down on the centre console, between Lian and himself.

Her inky strands are tied back into pigtails, a fuzzy red jumper to fight the slight chill in the air and a pair of daisy dukes, with those red Mary Jane's you insist on buying her in every colour.

She looks nothing like you. Her mother's eyes and hair, she doesn't even look like Roy.

But she looks like you. The fond expression as she munches on the watermelon you packed in, the snort that leaves her when Jason swallows the one singular pit that you've managed to miss and his expression screws up in distaste.

"Mommy says if you swallow a seed, a tree's gonna grow in your tummy, Uncle Jay." Lian hums, reaching into her backpack and pulling out a wet wipe, wiping the red and sticky juice from her hands and from Jason's long fingers, the action almost innately.

The action makes the men soften, because they can see just how much you've rubbed off on Lian.

Her sweet nature, the quirky things she randomly spouts.

"Then your mommy should have a bunch of trees in her belly." Jason hums, his fingers spread out for Lian to keep cleaning his hands.

Roy's stature stiffens, green eyes widening to land on Jason and he mouths, 'why would you say that?'

"Because of all the fruit she eats!" Jason defends but Roy knows.

He knows.

When Roy steps over the threshold of your house, the familiar scent of vanilla and coffee hits him like a freight train and he swallows, taking a deep breath to welcome the scent he's known as 'home'.

He can hear the dishes clanging slightly in the kitchen, the soft hum of music to tinkling alongside the splashes of soapy water and Roy remains quiet, grabbing one of the dishcloths and beginning to dry the dishes.

His gaze remains lowered, eyes trained on the way his hands dry porcelain plates and handmade clay bowls, green pools occasionally flitting to where your manicured hands remain submerged in steaming water.

And he clears his throat.

"I—...uh... Are these new curtains?"

Roy's voice is quiet, his head lifting only enough for him to look up at the curtains that cover the kitchen window.

Mostly white. White lace with a dark brown ruffled edge that matches with the teddy bears printed onto the main part of the curtain.

"Yeah." You answer with a hum. "Lian picked those out." The corners of you mouth twitch at the memory, and Roy notices.

He always notices.

"You're a good mom." Roy murmurs softly, continuing to dry off and pack the dishes into the designated spots. "Would you... Want another? Like.... One of your own?"

It's a question you don't want to answer. Especially not when Roy's asking.

Emerald eyes watch you pensively as you move around the kitchen, your attention on everywhere except Roy because you can't look at him.

And you shrug your shoulders.

"Yeah, I would." You hum softly.

"But you wouldn't want your kid's dad's to be different guys?" Roy states and without thinking much of it, you nod your head.

"I'll give you a baby." Roy states. "A healthy baby. A real chubby bastard too."

"Roy...." You sigh softly, "I don't think...—"

"Don't think." Roy interjects. "Let Daddy do the thinking."

Muscular fingers dig into the daisy-printed cushions of the sofa, and Roy lets out a low groan, head tipping back as he watches you slobber around his aching cock. Half-lidded eyes, a hand threading through your hair and gripping the strands as he feels the way your throat tightens around him, his flushed tip nodding against your oesophagus.

"Fuck, baby, just like that. Just like that..."

He whines, muscular thighs tensing and straining against the fabric of his jeans, feeling the way your nails drag against the material, and the way your soft, pouty lips wrap around his veiny shaft.

He watches the way your cheeks hollow when you suck him, your hands moving up his broad thighs and settling on his tightly toned abdomen.

Only to find out that it's... Not as tightly toned.

A slight pudginess has your eyes widening, your head lifting until his cock slips from your lips with a wet 'pop!' and you stare up at Roy.

"Did you gain weight?" You question with a surprised squeak, eyes widened with surprise and he swallows, the blood rushing through his ears making it difficult to hear you properly.

And it takes Roy a second or two to realise what you're asking and his ears tint red.

"Uh.... Just a few pounds but, I'm gonna start cutting next week ag— oh shit."

Roy gasps, hands gripping the sofa cushion so hard that his knuckles turn white and all he sees are fucking stars. Speckled against his eyelids as an orgasm crashes over him like a fucking tsunami and he gasps, a shaky breath that turns into a high pitched whine when you don't stop sucking.

The taste of cum fills your mouth and you know better than to swallow it immediately, instead milking him with soft, spittle-covered lips before you rise, standing between his thighs.

Your knee digs into the sofa beside his hip, your lips pressed against his and the taste of his own cum filling his mouth nearly has Roy proposing again.

Shaky hands bracket your hips, and he's forcing your skirt towards your waist, fingers pulling your panties to the side as two digits instantly bully their way into your cunt.

Your nails dig into either side of his face, your brows creasing as you struggle to adjust to the intrusion that's been just... Too long.

"Oh, you're so fucking tight." Roy groans, his face moving to nestle in the curve of your neck, inhaling that scent he's missed.

Misses the way it'd cling to his clothes, to his pillows, to his car seat, to his suit.

"You're not fucking anyone, baby?" Roy questions and you meekly shake your head, your hips bucking when he presses his thumb against your clit, and leaves you to your own devices to roll your hips just the way you like to.

"Awh, poor baby." He coos. "Let me take care of that pretty pussy, okay?"

You don't know how long it's been.

Your nails grabbing at the armrests, a heavy hand entangled in your hair and tugging you everytime you lose that arch for even a second.

Roy's beefy hips snap mercilessly, the lewd sound of your squelchy pussy rings out in the quietness of your home, drool dribbling down your cheek and soaking into the throw pillow beneath your head.

"That's it, baby. Fucking take it."

Roy groans, a muscular hand moving to rest on your hip, an iron grip pulling you back against him and with each movement, his cock jams against your cervix in a mixture of painful and pleasurable sensations, and your eyes water.

Your ass is stinging, the sensation only getting worse with each unforgiving thrust of his carved hips, heavy balls slapping against your clit with each movement and it's overstimulating. You don't know how many orgasms you've gotten but goddamn, you're feeling that coiling knot slowly start to build behind your navel.

"Play with your pussy, baby. Play with it." Roy breathes out, his hand leaving your hip and dragging along your plump thigh, giving you a sharp squeeze before guiding the limb to rest on the back of the sofa.

You're not that flexible.

But before you can even object, he's pummeling into you and your vision is getting hazier with each messy circle you make over your clit.

You're uncoordinated, you're sloppy and each time, you feel that thick globs of saliva trickle down the cleft of your ass and trickling down around your stretched out hole.

It's a burning stretch.

The kind that comes after a good workout and your body's bent in almost uncomfortable positions, and you gasp when you come.

Squirting onto the surface of the couch cushions beneath you, gushing so hard that you push Roy out of you but instead of pushing himself back in, his flushed tip swipes across your folds.

And the stimulation is too much, your body going limp and your hips twitch with every weak gush that trickles down your thighs, pooling at the spot where your knees dig into the sofa.

And Roy hums, hips moving to rest, and he leans over you, pressing a kiss to your back just as he pushes back into you, feeling the way your soaked walls attempt to pull him deeper.

To pull him closer.

And he rolls his hips, pressing a sweet kiss to the curve of your neck.

"I'm gonna come back tonight, and give you that baby, okay?" Roy breathes out softly, arms wrapping around your waist and you meekly nod your head, muttering a lazy 'mkay'.

The sound of Roy leaving, and closing the door behind him has you snapping back to reality and you perk up, lashes fluttering and heavy with unshed tears.

—♱—

"What's with the smile?" Jason questions, although, the twinkle in his emerald pools already say he knows.

A drink in his hand as he reclines against the park bench, eyes flitting between Roy's face and where Lian is playing with some lady's chihuahua.

Roy stares at Lian, watching the way her expression lights up when the dog jumps into her lap, tail wagging excitedly.

"I learnt something about myself." Roy answers softly and Jason lets out a hum, silently urging Roy to keep talking.

And a grin creeps onto Roy's face, million dollar smile gleaming in the sunlight.

"I'm not above a good, old fashioned baby trap."

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puckinghischier · 14 hours ago

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haven’t been doing great today and could really really use some comfort for one or all of the brothers.

they’re all so good at comfort in their own ways i feel like

like luke comes to mind first for me, because he’s such a sweetheart and just screams comfort to me. and he knows exactly what kind of comfort you need when. bad day? he’s ready and waiting with a warm blanket and your favorite movie. you’re sad? he’s yapping away and tossing jokes in every few minutes to make you laugh. you don’t know why you’re feeling off? he’s making an ice cream run and pulling out the board games to occupy your mind.

jack is a little louder with his comfort. he’s so finely tuned to you that he knows when you need comfort before you even do. he can tell by the punctuation you use in a text if you’re having a bad day, or the tiniest of inflection of your voice over the phone. so he puts together a distraction before you even get home. he calls your friends, organizing a whole girls night for you to come home to. of course, his buddies are going to come over too, bc he doesn’t want to be bored while you’re having fun, so the girls night eventually becomes just a weeknight get together, but you don’t even care. you didn’t know you were even stressed until you feel the relaxing nature of the room around you. snacks on the table, everyone (yes, even the guys because you roped them into it) wearing face masks. the guys are playing whatever the latest video game is while you and your friends take turns painting each others nails. you’re sitting on the floor, your back against the couch where jack sits, caged in-between his legs, loving how he seems to calm your storms before you even know it’s raining.

quinn is also quiet with his comfort, but he’s sneakier with it than luke. quinn knows how you are, not wanting to be bothered when you’re in a bad mood, but also too stubborn to ask for it when you want to be coddled. but like jack, he’s tuned into your whole being, so he’s figured out how to work the system that is you. it’ll start with him offering to order take out when you start getting overwhelmed with the idea of cooking dinner after a particularly rough day. then the offer of him going to get it, because he needs to ‘run by the nutrition store anyways’. and while he’s out, if he just so happens to stop by your favorite bakery for a large slice your favorite chocolate cake, well that’s purely coincidental. and when he plates your food as well as his and tells you to pick a movie, well it’s because you watch more tv than him, is all. but when he starts off sitting on the opposite end of the couch from you, only to gravitate towards you as the night goes on, inching closer and closer everytime he gets up and sits back down, well…maybe that’s on purpose. but asking to share your blanket was only because he was cold, too. and tucking you into his side was just for added warmth, duh. it’s not his fault if you cuddle back into him, asking him to lay down so you can lay on his chest so you can see the tv better. but when you thank him for such a relaxing, stress free evening before dozing off on his warm body, he basks in his triumph of another successful deception.

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 days ago

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How To: Dress for the Position You Want

This fic will cover the Office Sex square on my @jacklesversebingo card and the "I work harder than everyone in this entire place." square on my @spnaubingo card.

It will also fulfill this gif request for my 2K follower celebration. The amazing @suckitands33 sent me the gif in the title card above, and I knew I'd be incorporating it into an office sex fic. 😊

Summary: Mr. Smith has some ideas about how to improve your position in the company.

Pairing: Dean Smith x Reader (You) (Use of Y/L/N - your last name)

Warnings: Smut. Pure Smut. Dom!Dean Smith. Sub!Reader. Oral Sex (M and F receiving). Spanking (w/Belt and briefly w/hand) Unprotected PinV sex. Edging. Aftercare.

Word Count: 3,122

A/N: I've never written for Dean Smith (I don't think - lol!) and so as soon as I saw the "Office Sex" square on my Jacklesverse Bingo card, I knew I had to write something for Dean Smith. ❤️ He looks so friggin' good in those suits!! 🔥🔥 Hope you enjoy a bit of naughty fun!

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“Oh! Mr. Smith!” You laid a hand against your chest in surprise. “You startled me. I thought everyone had gone home for the day.”

Your ridiculously gorgeous boss stood frowning in the company break room, a half empty cup of coffee in his hand. He shook his head, his voice angry.

“No, I'm stuck here fixing other people's mistakes.” He drained his cup. “As usual, I work harder than everyone in this entire place.”

You could feel the frustration and tension rolling off his broad shoulders and it struck you that now might finally be the time for you to try to make your long-running fantasy into a reality. You took a few steps closer and wore a sympathetic expression.

“Poor Mr. Smith. Always picking up the slack, always so worn out and stressed.”

You took a chance and put your hand on his bicep and squeezed. The hard muscle you could feel through his dark gray suit jacket made your stomach flutter.

Mr. Smith cocked an eyebrow at you. “Yeah.” He said quietly. “It's a real pain in the ass.”

You bit your lower lip and looked up at him through your lashes. “Is there anything I can do to help make you feel better?”

You watched his stunning, emerald green eyes darken and the truth of what you were offering seemed to hit home. He stepped forward, pressing you back against the counter before he tugged at the bottom of your old, cropped, college sweater.

“You can start by explaining the way you're dressed, Ms. Y/L/N. Workout clothes in the office?” He clicked his tongue.

“I was just in the gym downstairs.” You said breathlessly, chills of anticipation running up your spine at the way his jaw clenched. “I just came back up to get my purse.”

“No excuse.” He growled. “It's unacceptable attire.” He slid his hands up under the hem of your sweater, rubbing his surprisingly rough hands over the cups of your bra and the very tops of your breasts.

He paused a moment, staring into your eyes. His gaze was hot and intense, but it held a question too, and you nodded eagerly, letting him know you were down for whatever he had planned.

As soon as he got your nod, he wrenched the sweater over your head roughly, tossing it aside.

“Get into my office right now. It's time I hand out some much needed discipline, Ms. Y/L/N.”

A thrill of electricity shot through your body at the prospect, but playing along, you bowed your head. “Yes, Mr. Smith.”

He lifted your chin with the knuckle of his forefinger.

“Sir.” His lush mouth was set in a firm line. “You'll call me sir.”

Your heart hammered against your ribcage and you nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”

This was even hotter than you'd imagined, and you'd imagined this scenario countless times in the six months since you'd been assigned as his assistant.

He grabbed your wrist and tugged you along down the hall to his office and pushed you inside, closing and locking the door behind himself.

He turned around and leaned against the door, folding his arms over his chest. He stared at you steadily without blinking and you nervously gripped your hands together in front of you.

Maintaining eye contact, he finally stepped away from the door and then let his suit jacket slip from his shoulders, tossing it over the back of a chair. He wore a crisp white button down shirt beneath it and he slowly unbuttoned his cuffs to roll up his sleeves, revealing his corded, muscular forearms. Finally he loosened the blue tie around his neck, undoing the knot and sliding it from under his collar to toss it on top of his jacket.

When he finished, he took a few steps towards where you stood in front of his desk. He turned you slowly so you faced away from him and pushed on your back so you bent forward a little, hands resting on his desk, making your ass protrude slightly.

He clicked his tongue again and spoke in disappointed tones.

“Sweats in the office? And ones that display this kind of message? Disgusting.”

You blushed because the word “Juicy” was emblazoned across your ass on the very old pair of sweats you worked out in.

His warm hand passed over the word before he raised it and brought it down hard onto your covered cheek.

“Is this really how you want people to think about you in this office? Hm? Want them to think about slovenly attire and sluttish behavior?”

You shook your head. “No sir, I'm sorry.”

Another spank warmed your other cheek before he squeezed your ass tightly.

“I could write you up for this, but I'd prefer we take care of it right now, between us. What do you think?”

“Yes sir, please!” You said earnestly. “I'll do whatever I need to do to make up for my behavior.”

“Good girl.” Mr. Smith said as he leaned forward to growl in your ear. “You can start on your knees.”

He lifted his hands off of you and stepped back so you could turn and face him.

“Strip.”

With slightly shaking hands you lowered your sweats and kicked them off your feet. You stood quietly in your white cotton bra and panties for a moment.

“All of it, Ms. Y/L/N. Now.”

Blushing from head to toe, body flush with want, you quickly unhooked your bra and flung it aside, before pushing down and stepping out of your panties. You surreptitiously tried to cover yourself, but he was having none of it. He pushed your hands aside and then turned you around to face the desk again.

He ran his fingers over the slightly warmed skin of your ass. “Hmm…got a nice little pink going here, but we’ll have to work on it a bit more, later.”

He turned you towards him again and reached for his expensive leather belt, opening the shiny silver buckle, as you sank slowly to your knees.

He slid his belt through the loops, pulling it free, and then draped it around your neck as you reached out to unzip his fly. The cold leather end and the hard metal buckle touched your heated skin and made you gasp.

“That’s for later.” He smirked and you shivered and nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

When his cock was freed it sprang up towards you, half hard already. You flicked your tongue against the tip and he groaned softly. “Fuck yeah, open wide.”

You dropped your jaw and let him feed you his enormous dick, gagging as it slipped down your throat.

“Are you good at sucking cock, sweetheart?” He asked, gathering your hair into a ponytail and using it to guide your head up and down his length, pushing his cock further and further into your esophagus.

Speaking was quite beyond you as you gagged around him, so you merely nodded. He pressed your nose into the curls at the base of his dick and held you there. You tried to breath through your nose, dropping your jaw to accommodate his girth. But your jaw still ached and you still coughed and spluttered as he pulled you off of him.

He let you catch your breath for a minute before he tapped his cock against your cheek. “Again.” He said curtly and you opened up. You closed your mouth around him as he sank into your wet warmth.

“Now suck. Hard.” He ordered as he began to pull himself back.

The suction of your mouth had him groaning harshly. You moved up and down on him quickly, sucking hard as you withdrew each time. You swirled your tongue around the head of his cock and he yanked your hair in reflexive instinct.

“Fuck.” He swore in obvious pleasure, but then he pulled himself free, and helped you stand. “You’re right, Ms. Y/L/N you do suck cock very well. So that’s earned you a few brownie points. But you have a lot more than inappropriate clothing to make up for. Turn around. Bend over the desk.”

Shaking slightly, you did as he said, bending at the hips, so that the edge of the desk pressed into the front of your thighs. He walked around the desk to open a drawer and pull out a document.

He plopped it down in front of you and then walked behind you. He grabbed the belt from around your neck and let the leather trail across your skin. He bent over you on the desk and you could feel his rock hard cock pushed against your hip as he leaned close to whisper in your ear.

“Before we go any further, sweetheart, you got a safe word?”

You nodded. “Yes. Mississippi.”

He kissed the corner of your jaw lightly. “Okay, baby. I’ll listen for it and stop immediately, promise.”

You smiled, grateful, but shook your head. “Thanks, but I can take it.”

He chuckled softly but his voice was stern again as he thumped the papers in front of you. “This is the email I asked you to write to Freeman & Sons. It’s riddled with spelling and grammar errors. You’re going to read it to me and every mistake is going to earn you a stroke of my belt, so maybe next time, you’ll pay more attention.”

“Yes, sir.” You whispered; your body was quivering with a mixture of cold, fear, and excitement. You began to read.

“Dear Mr. Freman…”

Crack.

The doubled leather connected with your skin and you gasped as the sharp sting shot through you.

“There are two Es in Freeman.” He corrected.

You nodded, and continued on despite the warmth spreading over your ass cheeks.

“I’m reaching out to touch base regarding our meeting of Septembre 4th-”

Crack.

“How do you spell September?” He asked.

You noticed your mistake right away. “S-e-p-t-e-m-b-e-r.”

“Good girl.”

He rubbed his hand over your warmed backside as you continued on, finishing the first paragraph without another mistake.

“I enjoyed our conversation last week and I'd like to-”

Crack.

It took you a moment to find your mistake this time and it earned you another fiery stroke of his belt, making you cry out as the sharp sting spread over your skin.

“Look carefully, Ms. Y/L/N, pay attention.”

After another minute of frantically searching, you felt his arm raise to deliver another blow. But then you saw it.

“The apostrophe!” You shouted. “I left the apostrophe out of ‘I’d’.”

Instead of the hard, red stripe he had planned for your backside, Mr. Smith just let it nip your skin, stinging like a little spark.

“That’s right. See what happens when you’re properly motivated to pay attention to the details of your work?”

You nodded. He’d never know that you’d deliberately ignored all the squiggly little, red, spell check lines in your documents as you typed them, hoping your mistakes would draw his attention. This little lesson was even more than you’d dreamed off, but you sure as hell weren’t about to change your ways now.

“Continue.” He told you and you did. The page-long email contained another five spelling mistakes and two grammar mistakes, landing you with another seven strokes. Your ass burned, but your pussy dripped.

“Alright Ms. Y/L/N, prepare yourself for ten more lashes, hard and fast, one more for each mistake you made.”’

You bit your lip and nodded, your stomach clenching.

He raised his arm high and brought it down with twice the strength he’d used previously, it made you squeal in pain, but he didn’t give you time to catch your breath before another blow was reigning down, causing more criss-crossing red stripes to form on your skin. All ten strokes were very powerful and landed one on top of the other.

By the end of the spanking, you had your feet crossed at the ankles, bouncing your ass up and down, desperately squirming and trying to escape the pain. But he had you pinned down easily and he was determined to make you feel every single blow.

As the last of the ten strokes fell, though, he tossed the belt aside and began to rub soft, soothing circles over your abused skin.

“Such a good girl.” He whispered as he pressed kisses down your spine. “You sucked my cock so good, showed me how seriously you take your position here. Then you took your punishment so well, showing me you’re capable of taking responsibility for your mistakes. I’m so proud of you, Ms. Y/L/N. You’ve earned yourself a treat.”

He slipped his hand down from where it was soothing your ass cheek, to slide between your legs. He chuckled.

“You REALLY took your punishment well, didn’t you? You’re fucking soaked from it.”

All you could do was moan gently as he stroked your clit lightly. He shifted slightly and suddenly he was the one on his knees, pushing his nose and mouth into your exposed pussy. His big hands spanned the backs of your thighs and pushed your legs wide open, so he could feast completely.

You stood on your tiptoes as he began eating you out noisily. The fact that your cunt was utterly drenched meant that the sounds of sucking and slurping penetrated the drab office walls, filling the room with the obscene noises and causing you to drip even more.

“Unf, fuck!” You screamed, slamming the front of your mound against the edge of the desk and trying to press against it just right to create the pressure you needed on your clit to cause your orgasm. But Mr. Smith knew what you were trying and he gave your thigh a little slap.

“Stop that, right now! You don’t come until I’m fucking you, you understand?”

You whined, but you nodded. “Then please, fuck me sir. I can’t take anymore.”

He speared your hole with his tongue and a hoarse scream came up from your throat. He fucked you with his tongue for several minutes before pulling back to to nibble at your clit and lips.

He pulled back to speak. “No, Ms. Y/L/N. I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready and not a moment before. You need to learn some discipline and a little restraint. Take what I’m giving you, and be grateful.”

Tears of need were in your eyes, but you nodded. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”

He teased your clit with his thumb. “I know, sweet thing. I have so much to teach you. You’ll get there.”

The idea that this lesson between the two of you may not be a one time thing made your heart flutter with excitement and anticipation. You already couldn’t wait for the next time.

But when, half an hour later, he was still teasing you, bringing you to the brink of your climax, only to pull away and kill it, leaving you to shudder and quake with your need, you began to wonder whether you’d ever survive another experience like this one.

As though he could read your mind and knew you’d hit your limit, Mr. Smith stood up and turned you to face him. He lifted you onto the desk, dropping you onto the very edge. The hard wood slammed against the bruised sit spots on your ass and you grimaced.

“Poor baby.” He said softly, leaning forward to kiss you slowly and softly. “I know what you want, what you need. You just hang on to me.” You grabbed onto his shoulders as he lined up his cock at your entrance. “Now, you’ve been such a good girl, and I’m so proud of the way you’ve behaved, so you have my permission to come as soon as you want and as many times as you want, okay?”

His voice was gentle now, and his green eyes were warm and moss-colored. You nodded. “Thank you.” You croaked. “Please fuck me now.” You begged.

He simply nodded and then drove into you, immediately hitting your sweet spot. He only had to slam the spongy head of his cock against it twice before you were screaming out your withheld climax, squeezing his cock tightly as he slammed into you again and again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He chanted like a mantra. “You’re so perfect, goddamn! So fucking tight.” He continued to slam your g spot and you came again twice in a row, blinding spots appearing behind your eyes.

He looked down to watch himself sliding in and out of your body. “Look how good you take me, baby. Fucking made for my cock.” He slammed his hips forward especially hard, knocking against your cervix and causing you to press your heels into his plump ass.

He palmed one of your tits and dipped his head to suck your nipple into his mouth, drawing deeply, the tug sending a jolt of fire down to your cunt and making you come again so hard your eyes literally rolled back in your head.

This time he came too, giving a violent shout of joy as he slammed home one last time and poured into your pussy, hot and thick. As his hips rocked against you, you could feel him spurt inside you, filling you up so much that his come leaked out of you and dripped onto his desk. He buried his face in your neck as his body spasmed into yours a few more times.

After a few minutes reprieve, he stood up straight and pulled himself out of your body. He smiled at you, and your stomach clenched anew. You were already ready for more.

He helped you hop down off the desk and then pointed to the mess that had dripped out of you onto the wood, and that coated his cock.

“I think you should clean up your mess, Ms. Y/L/N.”

You nodded and started to move over to a small cupboard that housed a few cleaning supplies, but he clicked his tongue and grabbed your wrist to yank you back.

“No, no, Ms. Y/L/N. With your tongue.”

You walked back to him and dropped back to your knees to begin licking stripes up his cock before tackling the cooling, sticky mess on the desk.

As you cleaned him, he began to get hard again. He pushed his hand through your hair. “When you're done cleaning up here, I think we should hit the gym showers, and then spend a bit of time on the massage tables down there. I think your ass could use some soothing, essential oils and a massage, what do you think?”

You nodded. “Yes, Mr. Smith. I mean, sir.”

He grinned. “For the time being, you can call me Dean.”

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crowdedimagines · 2 days ago

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Cobra - Bradley Bradshaw

summary: The Dagger Squad gets a new addition for their upcoming mission and she seems to be someone Bradley Bradshaw used to know. Cobra is a hell of a pilot and she’s ready to teach a lesson or two ✈️ 7.7K MASTERLIST

Bradley Bradshaw sure is glad he’s not playing pool right now, because if he were he might have missed the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen step into the Hard Deck. She weaves her way through the Friday night crowd expertly and his heart rate picks up as it’s obvious she’s headed in this direction. The setting sun makes her look ethereal, painting the inside of the bar in a golden hue.

“If it isn’t the only man in the Navy to ever break my heart!”

The whole group turns on a swivel to the new voice and even Rooster can see everyone sharing his thoughts. Her grin is radiant and Bradley is crushed to know that it can’t be him that she was shouting to. They’ve never met before, and what a shame that is. She cuts into the group and his heart plummets waiting for her to go up to Hangman or Coyote. Maybe even Nat?

She walks straight up to the last person on Bradley’s list of concerns. She pulls Bob down in a hug. His face is flushed red, looking at everyone over her shoulder but hugs her back with ease.

“I think this is the first time I’ve seen him touch a girl other than Nat.” Coyote whispers. “Shut up.” Natasha elbows him, equally shocked however.

“Bob?” Hangman questions with brows raised. The whole squad is standing there silently and slack jawed. A mix of shock, disappointment, and mostly confusion.

The mystery woman releases her grip and turns back to face the group, her arm still wrapped around his side. When Bob is fully turning his attention back on the group, impossibly so his face gets a shade brighter. All eyes on him, and he knows there are a million questions from the group waiting to come flying out.

“I didn’t break her heart!” He quickly defends, swallowing audibly which makes the mystery woman grin.

“Debatable.” She mumbles, still smirking and tugs on the front of his shirt. “Buy me a drink then, Bobby.”

Bob nods and slings an arm back over her shoulder for them to leave the group for the bar momentarily.

“Bobby?” Bradley says out loud with a questioning tone, watching the two of them make their way to the bar. Bob looks totally at ease with her, better now that all eyes aren’t on him but little does he know the whole group is still staring.

“Did we enter some alternate reality? What’s actually going on?” Payback laughs.

The squad all continues to watch the pair, tossing their heads back in laughter while waiting for their drinks. The squad quickly scrambles back to the pool table when they turn to make their way back to the group with new drinks in hand.

“Okay, I gotta know what’s going on.” Hangman places a hand on top of Bob’s shoulder pulling him a few steps away from the mystery girl. Bradley is sure it’s intentional to put some literal distance between the two. “What’s the backstory? Because back home in Texas someone that looks like you,” He gestures to her, “Doesn’t get with a guy like him.”

“Well, I’m sure glad this isn’t Texas.” She bites back.

She looks up to the rest of the group she’s facing and isn’t phased in the slightest at the attention. Her eyes skim over the group until they land on Bradley, who had already been looking at her. She smiles a little wider before turning her attention back to Bob.

“When I first got to Top Gun the hazing was getting a little out of hand. The second she heard what some of the guys were doing, she hatched this plan and told me to go with it. All of the sudden there was a rumor spread that we were dating.”

“What do you mean by rumor?” She grins, still sticking with her story.

“Suddenly, everyone wanted advice and they fought over having me as their back seater.” He shakes his head with a laugh, “It completely changed my Top Gun experience.”

“So you went to Top Gun?” Bradley asks, hung up on the fact that she’s a pilot and was in Bob’s class.

“Top of our class.” Bob says, this time being his turn to be proud.

“Must’ve been a bad batch.” Hangman steps directly in front of her, sizing her up. Likely still hurt over her earlier comment, “If she were any good, she would’ve been called back at the same time as the rest of us for our last mission impossible.”

Hangman’s smirk is proud thinking he’s won, but Y/n’s smile turns wicked as he continues. It doesn’t seem that she’s intimidated by his little show. From what they’ve seen it doesn’t seem likely that she’ll start biting her tongue now.

“Yeah, it would seem that you aren’t up for the task on this next one. I was pulled from my confidential assignment to assist and train.”

“I’ll have you know that-”

“You have the only active air to air combat kills, right I was briefed on everyone.” She shakes her head, “God I wish your clearance was higher so I could brag right now. Maybe someday.”

Despite the height difference between them, she reaches up to place a patronizing pat to his shoulder. She pushes right past him to stand near Bob on the other side of the table, while the entire squad laughs in shock. Jake shakes off several patronizing pats on the back from everyone and turns back to the pool table. Bob leans in to whisper something in her ear which has her howling with laughter. It’s obvious it’s not the first time she’s had to knock a pilot down a peg or two.

“Hangman, you don’t know when to cut your losses.” Coyote lets out a low whistle, but picks up his cue stick to continue their game that had been widely forgotten since her grand entrance.

“She might actually be worse than Bagman.” Nat mutters to Bradley with a smile, “This is gonna be interesting.”

“I think I’m in love.”

Nat whips her head to roll her eyes at him. Of course he is.

“Get a grip. She’s the only other girl in the squad now, give me a break.”

“I’m serious.” He pleads, “Help me with this.”

Phoenix rolls her eyes yet again, but as a true wingwoman she does help him out. Rooster makes a break for the bar to grab another beer, and by the time he comes back Phoenix and the mystery woman are at the jukebox laughing. Bradley makes a beeline for Bob.

“Bob, you gotta-”

“I am not giving out any tips, advice, or talking you up to her. You gotta figure her out for yourself.” Bob answers before Rooster can even finish his sentence.

“How did you even know I was gonna ask you?”

“Because you’re not even the first guy to ask in the two minutes she’s been gone. You guys are gonna be worse than my top gun class was when it comes to her if tonight is any indication.” Bob shakes his head, looking down to shell another peanut.

The music makes a sudden change from the usual eighties to something new enough to be unfamiliar to Rooster. The girls make their way back to the group now, smiling as if they’ve known each other for years. Rooster can’t tear his eyes away, something about her is vaguely familiar.

“Bradley Bradshaw, if you keep staring at me, I’m gonna start charging.” She calls him out but her smile tells him she’s not really mad about it, but happy to catch him.

“I’m sorry.” His cheeks dusting pink, “You seem to know my name, but I still don’t know yours.”

“Girl of your dreams.” Fanboy answers, earning him a swift elbow to the ribs.

“You might wanna start with my last name, Bradley.” She smirks proudly, liking the advantage of knowledge she has right now. Bradley starts a smirk of his own liking the fact that she’s still not using his callsign.

“And why would I wanna do that?” He takes a step closer and he can see Bob rolling his eyes in his peripheral.

“You might learn a little more from it.” Her eyes dance across his broad chest before jumping back up to his eyes. She would never admit it this early on in the night, but he looks damn good. He’s one of the few not in uniform and she can appreciate a Hawaiian shirt as much as everyone else.

“Kazansky!” Maverick yells loudly from the other side of the bar, interrupting Bradley before he can even take a guess.

“Saved by the bell.” She pats his chest lightly, and he eyes her hand as she does it. She turns back towards the bar to see the older man that is making his way over to join them by the pool table. Bradley has never been so puzzled by one woman and all of her connections to his world. Bradley’s stomach turns in uncertain flips seeing her pull Mav down in a hug.

“You’re Ice’s daughter?” Rooster asks out loud, putting the pieces that had been floating in his head together.

“The one and only.”

Tom Kazansky. Iceman. If memory serves from Bradley’s childhood he had played with the kids a handful of times. His mom brought him over several times before they moved back to Virginia. Five boys and one daughter, with the youngest being their daughter. He had to have been ten or twelve the last time he played with them, meaning she was five? Six?

“Okay, I feel like I’m losing it here. What’s going on?” Bradley leans on Mav’s shoulder acting as though he actually was losing it.

“You remember, Y/n? You guys would play together as kids!” Pete smiles widely looking at the two of them. Bradley has to fight not to say he still wants to play with her in front of his godfather.

“Y/n.” Rooster says, repeating back the name a few times to jog his memory.

“Don’t sweat it.” Y/n defends, “I’m pretty sure the last time you got lumped in with my family girls still had cooties and I hated my brothers and anyone associated with them.”

Bradley thinks back and he can faintly remember a girl that would on and off try to tag along their group. She was all sass and just as quick as them, seemingly like not much has changed over the past twenty or so years.

“You had a broken arm.” Bradley recalls, “Yellow cast.”

“Yeah, I did.” She nods, smiling softly for the first time tonight. Defences falling to the wayside with Mav around now going down memory lane.

“She fell out of a tree. Believe it or not she’s always been a fan of heights.” Mav pulls her down to press a kiss to the top of her head and she pushes him away with a laugh.

“Mav’s the one who trained me. All of my worst habits come from him, I promise.” She shoves his shoulder lightly and Mav just shakes his head.

“Yeah, Cobra, you needed a lot of guidance.” Mav rolls his eyes, but still maintains a proud look.

“Cobra?” Nat questions. Rooster had forgotten the group was all hanging out together until that moment, too focused on trying to recall more details about Y/n and if they would make her smile like that again.

“As in your move?” Rooster asks, turning to the oldest man in the group currently.

“Yeah, why else.” He rolls his eyes, turning back to look at the woman next to him, “She did it on her first day flying. At nineteen years old. That’s why she gets the name.”

“Holy shit.” Nat beams, and Bradley swears there's a twinkle in her eye. Unsure if she is envious of her or just wants her. Right now he feels both. “You were able to pull off cobra your first time flying?”

“First time flying with the Navy.” She corrects with an eye roll directed at Mav, “I’d flown with my dad before that so it’s not as impressive as it sounds.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you had him wrapped around your finger doing barrel rolls and cobra maneuvers day one.” Mav chuckles.

“That’s how I like all of the men in my life.” She gives a side hug and throws a wink to Mav before heading back to Bob’s side, stealing a peanut from him.

“Seriously.” Bradley turns to Mav privately and shakes his head, “Who is she?’

“You look just about as blown away as your dad did when he met your mom.” Mav comments.

“What?” That finally pulls Bradley out of his head enough to focus his attention elsewhere. Finally leaving the woman that has him spinning, solely onto Mav who has a dreamy and nostalgic look in his eyes.

“When your parents met, they just clicked. Your mom had him hooked the first second he saw her. I see that same look now.”

Bradley takes a minute to step outside and get some fresh air, the noise of the bar drowning out the farther out on the deck he walks. The sun has sunk behind the horizon now, but it still leaves bright pink and blue streaks in the sky in its wake.

“You good?” Phoenix asks, joining her friend who is leaning on the back rail looking out towards the water.

“Yeah, just needed a minute.” He clears his throat, “It’s pretty loud in there.”

“Not any louder than any other Friday.” Nat smiles.

“Mav just said something about my parents. Got me thinking.”

She places a comforting hand on his shoulder for a second, and wordlessly leaves to give him a few minutes to himself.

The rest of the night was less eventful than the start had been. Rooster eventually rejoins the group just to see Cobra falling in perfectly with the group already. He apparently missed a round of darts where she beat Hangman and he left early and he would pay money to have witnessed that.

“Heading out?” Bradley asks, finally gaining the courage to talk to Cobra again.

“Yeah, Bob is taking me home.” She pauses, “I'm staying in the guest house at my parents place. I’m not sure how long I’ll be in the area.”

“Our next mission might not be here?” Bradley questions, knowing she’s been briefed if she knew that much about the team.

“No, all of the training is here. I just don’t know if I’ll be here after. I don’t typically touchdown for long before they send me somewhere else.”

“Well I guess I’ll see you Monday for the new mission.” Rooster nods, trying his best not to completely rake his eyes over her. “Hopefully, this time you get to stay.”

“Maybe.” She throws a wink over her shoulder before letting Bob finally pull her away. The bar is a lot quieter now and the rest of the group shortly follow.

The rest of the weekend remains fairly uneventful for everyone. Y/n is trapped at home with her mother, hiding away in the guest house when she can. Bradley focuses on getting organized and cleans his bungalow that he just recently was able to remove the SOLD sign from the front yard. If there’s a mission coming up quick, he wants to be ready to leave at a moment's notice.

Bright and early at 0700 the dagger squad find themselves all taking seats in the large hangar.

“It’s high stakes which is why you guys will be in extremely capable hands.” Admiral Simpson reaches for Cobra to step up, “Kazansky is following in her father’s footsteps with skill and leadership so I expect her to receive the respect she deserves. I can’t go into the details of her qualifications, but trust me when I say you’ll benefit from her expertise.”

Cobra shoots Hangman a wink when Admiral Simpson details her skill, but somehow manages to keep her face neutral enough to be professional in front of all of them.

“The mission is going to be a strike against an enemy naval fleet which means there will be a significant amount of head to head combat. Dogfighting is a skill we all need to improve upon for what is expected of this mission.”

“Cobra, what is your current air to air combat kill count?” Maveric asks, turning to the woman flanking his left.

“Nineteen.”

“Nineteen?” Hangman bursts, and Bradley can see the tops of his ears turn pink.

“I cannot divulge the specifics, but I specialize in leading teams into combat scenarios. With that there is a lot of air-to-air conflict.”

If the rest of them hadn’t met Y/n the Friday before, they wouldn’t think twice about her professional and impressive response. It doesn’t take Bradley’s observation to note how proud of herself she is, and it’s successful in getting Jake to slide a little lower in his seat.

Admiral Simpson takes over again after that, explaining the timeline and location of the mission. Attacking an enemy Navy fleet won’t be easy, they need fighter jets executing combat, as well as one pilot skilled enough to take out their radar systems to give us the advantage we need in order to establish air dominance.

Admiral Simpson dismisses everyone and instructs them to meet in one of the classrooms in half an hour. Bradley wastes no time in approaching Cobra once they are relieved.

“Now, how the hell have you gotten that many combat kills at your young age?”

“Not that young.” She reminds, cracking her first smirk of the morning. Bradley is sure that she is flirting hard with that reminder and it’s nice confirmation that he’s not doing all this for nothing. She crossed his mind a lot over the weekend, but couldn’t remember their true age gap. As kids it seemed like a lifetime, but now that they’re grown up it can’t be more than five or six years. He also knows she’s got the balls to turn away any pilot she’s not interested in.

“And exactly how young is that again?”

“Oooh, you’re concerned. That means you’re interested.” She grins.

“Was it not already obvious?” He laughs.

“I can’t give away all of my secrets.” She smiles wickedly, “Where’s the fun in that?”

“You guys are already skilled in aerodynamics, energy management, and some defensive maneuvers.” Her pass across the front of the classroom stops, “We need to work on your instincts and flying offensively. The best way to do that is in a plane, let’s get out of here.”

“Lieutenant Kazansky.” Admiral Simpson notes from the back of the class, “Would you not find it more beneficial to go over the specific routes and expectations for this mission?”

“No, I would not.” She continues her walk out the door, “Let’s hit the air.”

She shouts the last part over her shoulder from the hallway, and everyone scrambles to get moving while still mildly confused. Did she actually just say that to an admiral?

“I take back what I said over the weekend.” Nat laughs, walking up to Rooster, “She’s not worse than Hangman. She’s worse than Maverick.”

Everyone makes their way down to the tarmac to begin inspections on their planes. It’s hard to miss the conversation between Cobra and Cyclone. It looks heated and ends with Cyclone turning to head back inside to the offices.

Once up in the air it’s clear to see how she’s developed such a reputation and lived up to her callsign because once she’s up she’s doing moves no one has seen before. Her F18 cutting through the clouds expertly, causing a dark shadow to dart through the bright blue sky. In the distance ahead of her

“Coyote, I’m on your six. Let’s see how you handle this.” Cobra calls through the intercom getting a lock on him while trying to evade. Half of the pilots on the squad went up with her to start while the rest remain with Mav observing.

“Oh, I can’t wait to handle you.” Coyote calls back.

Cobra doesn’t respond to the easy bait, instead focusing on her skill even more.

“Too predictable, Lieutenant. If you keep flying like that, you’ll be picked off in a second against enemy fighter jets.”

“Predict this.”

Hangman cuts in now that everyone else has been eliminated,

“You’re good, I’ll give you that.” She grins and Bradley swears he can hear it over the comms, “But not good enough to fix your bruised ego.”

The lock is audible and the room cheers. Hangman being humbled is always a win for everyone else, as friendly as the group is now.

“You did a good job being a step ahead, but try being three.”

Cobra rounds everyone up to head back to base and take a break for lunch. The beauty of Y/n is on the backburner now, because now all anyone cares about is how she flies. Rooster might be the only one with his head in the clouds, and his mind in her pants, but it’s only amplified now that he’s witnessed her airborne.

Rooster is included in the second round of pilots going up. The squad is quick to be picked off until it’s just him and Phoenix left to dance with Cobra.

The two of them put pressure on Cobra, but it isn’t enough to actually pin her. In a sudden and fluid motion she pulls up into a vertical climb. Rooster bails out from the glare of the sun, leaving Phoenix to keep going.

“You’ve got fire, that’s for sure.” Cobra admits, “But as Bob knows I don’t go easy on anyone.”

Nat hesitates for a second and it’s what costs her, she wasn’t ready for the climb and is fighting to catch up. Cobra flips into a tight roll in order to reorient herself behind Phoenix and Bob. Nat presses on the throttle, but it’s too late. The tone rings proud, and Cobra doesn’t give herself a second to catch her breath because she knows Rooster is waiting.

“You’re getting closer, Rooster. I can feel you breathing down my neck.”

Bradley’s face flushes hot and he has to adjust his flight suit to stay comfortable while hardening slightly. Can she actually do this in a plane? Get him this hot and bothered over objectively innocent words. But it’s her. Nothing is innocent with her, especially not her voice. What he would give to actually be breathing down her neck.

“I’m not gonna let you go easy, Cobra. You’ll find that I’m quite clingy.”

She snorts a laugh, not expecting him to keep it up mid air with everyone listening to their comms.

“I like ‘em needy.”

“Time to see if I can outfly you, brat.”

The two of them take off and Cobra let’s Rooster follow, testing his every move and seeing how well he can keep up. He does a good job of matching her maneuvers, hesitating briefly, but that’s what catches him in the end. He’s close to mirroring her movements, but still can’t predict them.

“Game over.”

She says the word while she’s still in front of him bouncing between locked and not. With a hard break right, she cuts the engine to let Rooster sail by. She has to pull a lot of Gs to catch up, but it’s worth it when the tone rings out for everyone to hear.

“You’re reacting and you need to learn to predict.” She admits, “What am I thinking right now?”

“Can’t say on here, Mav is listening.” He laughs back, watching her shake her head from the cockpit, looking back at him over her shoulder.

“And people say I’m trouble.” She laughs, “Time to head back.”

Admiral Simpson is waiting for them when they land and it should cause a pit to form in Y/n’s stomach. It doesn’t. The squad watches Cobra get out of her plane and head straight for him rather than the group.

“What the hell was that up there? You’re not instructing them-”

“Bullshit I’m not! I’m putting them into situations where they actually have to learn and show improvement. The situations I put them in get them to adapt and think quickly on their feet which may I remind you is the only way to come home from air to air combat.”

“Doesn’t give you the right to fly like that. There’s a line between pushing them, and endangering everyone. Today was reckless behavior that could send someone to the grave”

“And you think you know what that line is from your desk?” She scoffs.

“Lieutenant Kazansky.”

“This morning you were singing my praises, and now I’m reckless.” She rolls her eyes, “I think you forget you owe me one. I’m not cashing it in over this bullshit, but trust me I haven’t forgotten.”

She marches way back to the group and no one says a word. Maverick included as he instructs everyone to hit the showers and call it a day.

The rest of the week continues on, Cobra behaving a little more professional but still flying with her tail on fire. The group works on their reaction time and thinking ahead. Admiral Simpson has yet to check back in on them and after that argument no one can blame him for avoiding it after she ripped him a new one. Everyone is still confused on how she was able to get away with that. Cobra and Mav teamed up moving forward to go over the specifics of the mission and what maneuvers would be the most beneficial to work on. The days have been long and grueling, working as a team to strike.

“It’s your lucky day, Rooster.” Nat grins, walking out of the women's locker room.

“How so?”

“Your girl is gonna be at the Hard Deck tonight.” She shoves his shoulder, “She wasn't planning on it, but I’m pretty convincing.”

“Nat, you’re a saint!” He smiles, “Your drinks are on my tab tonight!”

“I was already planning on it!”

The rest of the week has been flirty between the two of them and they’re beginning to occupy each others thoughts more and more frequently.

Everyone takes off with the typical Friday night plans to meet back at the Hard Deck in a few hours. The salty air meets Y/n’s nostrils as she steps out of her car, the hum of music already playing inside. She’s the last to arrive and there’s a chorus of cheers when she walks in. Her legs are on display with the shorts she decided to wear, but Rooster’s eyes are stuck on the familiar jacket she wears over a plain white tank top. She smiles and says hello to everyone before settling at a table with Nat, Bradley, and Bob.

“Class of 86?” Rooster questions, taking in all of the patches well worn on the jacket.

“Yeah, it’s from my dad’s class. Well, our dad’s class I guess.” She smiles, running her fingers over the patches her father earned that are proudly on display.

“I knew it looked familiar.” He grins, “I think I have that one back home in storage.

She looks up to hold eye contact with him, both thinking about their respective dads that have passed on.

The group is able to catch up on everything else that happened this week, even though most of their time had been busy training for the mission. Y/n gets to know Nat a little better seeing as she knows both of the boys at the table. It takes a couple rounds of drinks before they join the rest of the group by the pool table.

“Well, you guys survived a week with me. That’s almost as impressive as making it to Top Gun.” She throws back the shot of tequila.

“Now, I gotta ask-” Hangman starts.

“Do you have to?” Bob interrupts causing the rest of the group to chuckle. There’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that having Cobra around boosts Bob’s confidence.

“How are you able to get away with chewing out our admiral?” He asks, leaning in close to wrap an arm around the tops of her shoulder making her shake her head. “Because it’s gotta be more than just being Fleet admiral’s daughter.”

She suddenly stands from her stool, causing a loud scraping noise and his arm to drop off. Everyone’s eyes are on them.

“Former fleet admiral. I believe you’re aware of the fact he’s been replaced now that he’s dead. If you wanna ask that question again, I suggest you direct it to Cyclone.”

She takes off for the back of the bar without another word, leaving them to deal with the silence that follows. Other than the door slamming, causing Penny to watch her leave off the back deck.

“Such an ass, Hangman.” Bradley pushes past his shoulder as he follows her out. He makes his way to the back door and lets it shut softly, but she still shifts against the back rail.

“I’m fine, Bob.”

“You can’t lie to Bob, he’s too sweet.”

She whips around to the voice that is definitely not Bob.

“Sorry. Honestly, I thought he was the only one brave enough to come out here right now.”

Bradley continues his slow approach. Ready for her to spook any second. The same way he thinks he would approach a horse.

“My dad was the only person who knew exactly who I was. He believed in me more than anyone, and always helped me make my goals a reality. He knew exactly why I needed to make Top Gun. I don’t know what I’m doing here now that he’s gone.”

“You’re teaching us a hell of a lesson.” He leans against the same rail, his arm just brushing the edge of her jacket. “You might be the only reason we have a fighting chance up in the sky in a few weeks.”

“More funerals.” She shivers.

“Why weren’t you at your fathers?” He turns to actually look at her now to study her face. “I know I would’ve noticed you if you had been.”

He nudges her shoulder with his and she finally breaks her stare on the water to look at him with glassy eyes.

“I was on a mission overseas. Admiral Simpson thought it was more important for the mission I was on that I remain focused and unwavering, which meant I didn’t know he had died until three weeks after it happened.” She sighs, gulping back tears, “I missed it. I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

Bradley doesn’t have words right away, instead he opts for pulling her in against his chest. She curls right in and Bradley rests his head on top of hers, letting her cry the tears out against his tee shirt.

“I didn’t think it would be this hard being back here. I grew up here, but it’s quieter now.”

“I didn’t know my dad like you knew yours.” Bradley admits, “But I do know how it feels to have to carry on without a father. It’ll get easier over time.

“So what, we just move on and pretend to be fine? Like everything is totally normal?” She asks, finally looking up at him. His arms are still holding her tight against him and he sighs at her puppy dog eyes.

“I wouldn’t say fine,” he replies, “But normal? I think over time we will get there. We’ve got this.”

Inside the majority of the squad has focused their attention on darts or new drinks. Bob makes his way to the back window just to check on Cobra. He smiles softly seeing Rooster holding Y/n in his arms. It’s obvious they connect well and he’s happy to see both of his friends lean on each other. Literally and figuratively.

Eventually the two of them make their way back inside to rejoin the group. No one says anything about how the two of them went off together, but if they’ve learned anything in the past week it’s do not mess with Cobra unless you wanna get stung.

“You in for tomorrow, Cobra?” Fanboy asks, pulling her back into the conversation.

“Tomorrow?”

“We’re all gonna go to the beach!” Nat smiles, “Drinks, tanning, dogfight football.”

“Dogfight football?” She asks with a laugh.

Fanboy explains the basis of dogfight football.

“Are you going tomorrow?” She asks, turning to Rooster rather than the whole group.

“I think I might be tempted.” His voice soft.

“Oh trust me, I’ll be tempting.” She bites her lip, “Wanna ride over together?”

Bradley knows that her parents house where she’s staying is close to the beach. He also knows that they have a car she could easily take for the day. He also knows that there is no way in hell anyone else is getting that opportunity.

Y/n can’t help but think that asking Bradley for a ride to the beach is her best idea yet. She’s been waiting for the opportunity to get him alone to see if their chemistry is as good, or something he puts on in a group setting. There’s no way she could deny the school girl crush that has come back since being around him again. Every time they brush hands she feels electric.

Y/n bounds down the driveway towards the Bronco. Bradley had been leaning against the side of it, he texted her that he was here when he pulled up. He picks up his head hearing her coming, but his jaw falls slack as he drinks her in. She has a beach bag on her shoulder, but it’s almost offering more coverage than the little black string bikini covering her body.

“Y/n.” He sighs and says her name with enough grit to sound like he’s in pain.

“You asked for tempting.” She grins with mischief. She knew the second they had talked about it last night the black string bikini was the only thing she could wear. She steps right up in front of him where he’s still leaning.

“You gonna play football in that?” He questions, his gaze still dipping to the black material that barely covers her.

“I have an old tee in my bag for later.” She does a spin that makes him groan, “This was just for a reaction.”

She takes a step forward and he swings open the passenger door.

“You’re putting on that tee before I let you out of this car.” Bradley orders and it sends shivers down her spine at the command. Few people get to tell her what to do and get away with it, but Bradley might be making that list soon.

“Yes, Lieutenant Bradshaw.”

Everyone is unloading at the Hard Deck parking lot and making their way to the beach to set up for the day. Everyone puts down their towels and chairs, Cobra making sure Bob has put on an adequate amount of sunscreen on. Maverick splits the group up into two teams. Hangman leading one, and Bob leading the other. Y/n isn’t surprised to find out she isn’t on a team with Bradley or Bob.

“I don’t know if there’s enough room for ego if Hangman and I are on the same team.” Y/n mumbles to herself causing Nat to snort and Bradley to take a peek down at her.

“You ready to lose, Bradshaw?” She asks, taking position in line facing him directly.

“Just keep that Cobra-bite in check and I’ll manage.”

The other pilots on the squad playfully banter back and forth as well.

“You ready to play some football, Cobra, or are you too busy daydreaming about your next aerial dogfight?”

“Trust me, Hangman, you’ll see the real dogfighting when I have the ball.”

“Watch your six , Rooster.” She points to her eyes and then to him to prove her point.

“Don’t worry, eyes are on you.” He smirks, squatting down into position.

The ball is snapped and chaos immediately breaks out. Cobra barrels forward with quick feet weaving between the bulkier guys on the beach. It doesn’t take long for the first touchdown to be scored and the whole game turns into a blur. Everyone is using every tactic they can to win. Juking each other out and Y/n pauses when she sees the agility it takes that mirrors their aerial maneuvers. Maverick is doing an iffy job on keeping score once he settled in his beach chair to just watch.

“Alright, the next one to score wins! We got food coming out.” Maverick announces.

Cobra’s eyes scan down the opposing line with predatory focus, looking for a weak spot to make her break. She makes eye contact with Bradley and smiles, a little spark of challenge in her gaze. She tilts her head, a confident grin pulling at the corners of her mouth.

“Ready to lose?” She asks.

“We’ll see about that.” He shakes his head.

The play begins and Cobra is off like a rocket, darting between the other pilots. Rooster is hot on her tail following her and she knows his legs are significantly longer than hers.

“You’re not getting away this time, Y/n.”

“We’ll see about that, Bradshaw.”

She darts around him, juking him out a few times she manages to reach the end zone. Her team breaks out in a cheer before Bradley’s arms reach out to grab her middle and just opting to pick her up. She yelps when he tosses her easily onto his shoulder and marches towards the water.

“Just gotta be so competitive on the ground and in the air.” Rooster sighs, pretending to complain about her behavior.

“Wait, Bradley, that looks cold.”

“I guess you’ll find out!” He chuckles, wading deeper and deeper.

“Don’t you dare, Bra-”

She doesn’t even get to finish his name before she’s tossed into the water.

“You’re gonna pay for that.” She resurfaces and pushes her wet hair back over her shoulder, wiping the water from her face.

“I’ll be waiting for it.” His eyes run down her body in a way that should be criminal in front of the whole squad. He dives in the water on his own, a nice break from the sun and sweat.

“Looks like you guys were having some fun out there!” Penny comments, watching the group of pilots make their plates of food.

“Some of us know how to win.” Cobra mutters to Rooster and lightly shoves his shoulder.

“Some of us were distracted on the field.” He whispers back.

She looks up to hold eye contact, melting a little bit at the close contact and the warm look in his eyes. She can see every scar on his face, one of them looking familiar. Her attention is pulled to his lips as they start to curl up.

“That’s all part of the game.” She says proudly, the playful rivalry is still there but the tension between them is getting stronger.

The sun is setting low on the horizon as the pilots pack up all of their things, still laughing and drying off after another dogfight football game. No one gave her any shit this morning when she and Bradley had rode in together, but everyone definitely has something to say watching them leave together.

“Don’t play any love songs.” Hangman calls out, the group watching the pair walk to the bronco.

“After watching her play today, I should make sure she didn’t sabotage the Bronco.” Bradley jokes.

“Cobra.” Phoenix calls, causing the other girl to turn back, “Don’t let him give you shit for that. You won fair and square and he can’t take it.”

The girls share a laugh and Rooster pulls a mock hurt expression, holding his hands up in defeat. He makes his way over to the passenger side to open her door for her, causing the group to let out ‘whoops’ and ‘ooos’ that Cobra raises a middle finger for.

The drive back to the Kazansky residence isn’t as long as either of them would’ve hoped. With the windows down, Cobra’s hand dances with the wind.

“Today was fun.” She breaks the comfortable silence.

“It was. A beach day with those idiots is the best way to spend a day on the ground.”

“You’ve got yourself a good team here.” She smiles, “It’s nice having a team you can rely on in the air and not.”

“You can too, you know.” His eyes leave the road to glance at her, “It’s your team too.”

“For now it is.” She admits, “After this mission Cyclone is just going to send me off somewhere else again. Always on the move.”

Bradley looks back to the road and thinks about her words. He can’t deny the fact that she’s been a constant on his mind for the last week. Their connection is undeniable and he’s buzzing every time they touch. He slows down as he approaches her house and parks on the side of the road close to the driveway.

“Would you stay if you could?” He questions.

She turns to look at him and neither of them move to get out of the car.

“I don’t know.” She admits honestly, “I never expected to make this home for me again after my dad died. It’s hard being in all of his favorite places without him there. I also know he would be thrilled to have me permanently stationed with the Pacific fleet. Top Gun is here, Bob, you, the whole team honestly. So I would say I’m tempted.”

“Tempted?” He grins, enjoying her answer and taking on a lighter conversation. “You’re still looking very tempting.”

She’s still wearing her boxy Navy tee, but her legs are on full display. She unbuckles her seatbelt and slides across the bench seat to throw a leg over Bradley’s lap. It’s noticeable how both of their breathing picks up in the quiet car. Her hands glide up his chest, feeling every individual muscle. Her hands continue their path up until they land in his hair. Running her hands through the curls on the side, tugging them lightly. Bradley looks completely dazed as he’s under her spell.

“You gonna give into temptation yet?” Her words slow, drawing his focus on her lips.

“Thinking about it.” He admits, but still not giving into her game quite yet.

“I can tell.” She smirks and settles all of her weight on his lap to feel the semi he’s been rocking since she unbuckled.

Bradley takes the leap and leans forward to finally connect their lips for the first time. Lips buzzing at the contact, she melts a little more shifting impossibly closer to him. He sighs in bliss at their continued kiss when she carries on with carding her fingers through his hair. His hands reach her hips, one sliding back to her ass to give it a playful squeeze. She snorts and pulls away only to be met with a devastating sight. Bradley with red lips swollen with the attention she was giving them.

“Bradley, would you like to come in?” She asks. Bradley has yet to see her seem so uncertain with herself.

“Are you sure?”

“Do you want to? Because I have the whole guest house.” She reminds. It feels a little less high school to have a separate area.

They both get out of the bronco and she grabs her bag from the back. Their lips are hard to separate as he backs her up the driveway to the backyard.

“I can’t bring you inside the main house, we need to sneak to the back through the driveway. My mom is home and she’d want to ask you a million questions. Nothing kills a buzz like parents.”

“You don’t-” He’s cut off with another kiss, “Think she’d think I’m being rude?”

“She’ll never know.” She bites down on his bottom lip, keeping him there and shutting him up.

“Y/n is that you?” Her mom’s voice is like ice water being thrown on them. She whispers a quiet ‘godammit’ before stepping out of Bradley’s embrace towards the back deck where her mother waits.

“Yeah, mom it’s me.”

“And who is this?” Her mom grins. Bradley’s cheeks turn pink with the attention, but mostly the fact that he just got caught while trying to get her daughter out of her clothes in the driveway.

“Mom, you remember Nick Bradshaw?”

Bradley gets goosebumps hearing his fathers name. It’s not one that he hears often, more evidently after his mom passed. It’s become harder to find people that knew him to even bring him up. He loves the feeling though, it feels good to be with people who knew his parents.

“Why, of course I- oh my goodness!” Mrs. Kazanksy takes off her glasses to take in the man in front of her. “Bradley Bradshaw!”

“Good evening, Ma’am.” She pulls him down in a hug and he sees Y/n laugh over her shoulder.

“I haven’t seen you since you were this tall!” She reaches her hand to chest height, “Oh my goodness you’ve grown up. How have you been?”

“Good, staying busy with the Navy.”

“Oh, tell me about it.” She laughs sarcastically.

“Mom-”

“You’ve grown up so handsome.”

“Mom!” Y/n cuts a look that on base would have people running, but her mother has seen it all. Bradley can only imagine the attitude that teenage Cobra would throw around. Mrs. Kazansky rolls her eyes before turning her attention back to Bradley.

“Oh yeah, next time feel free to use the front door.” She pinches Bradley’s cheeks before turning back to head inside.

“That didn’t just happen.” Y/n hides her face in her hands.

“Wow, so that’s what it takes to see you embarrassed.”

“Shut up.”

They continue their walk to the guest house. Bradley takes a look around her space. She leads him straight to her bedroom and pushes him to lay down on her bed. She claims he can get the full tour after a round or two. She grins as she pulls her Navy tee over her head leaving her back in the little black bikini. She climbs onto his lap to straddle him and he sits up to connect their swollen lips once again.

“Leave the phone.” His lips not leaving hers as he mumbles the words while she blindly reaches down for her phone vibrating in her bag.

“It’s blocked. Could be base.” She sighs while pushing her hair back over her shoulder, “Hello?”

Bradley continues pressing kisses to her chest, pulling her bikini string to the side until he feels her stiffen.

“Admiral Simpson?” She answers the phone, eyes darting to Bradley’s the second she utters the name. Bradley pulls back to look at her face. The room is quiet enough they can both hear Cylone’s response.

“The mission is being moved up. The carrier is leaving in 48 hours.”

y’all this has been my baby for the past two weeks! i need more of them! i love Cobra so much and don’t we need to see how this mission goes? 🫣

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darknight3904 · 1 day ago

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All Too Well

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Joel get revenge for your beloved pet cat.

Warnings: Violence, guns, death, non-described torture, mentions of scars, pet death, language.

Word Count: 2.1k

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May 2024

The pistol that was tucked into Red Laces’ pocket comes free easily. Joel turns to his right and shoots the one with bad breath first. He stands up, straightening to his full height, ready to kill Oliver but Brett has gotten there first.

His companion has straddled Louis’ killer and his currently beating him bloody. Joel leaves him to it and sets his sights on the other two remaining men. One of them is fumbling with his gun which appears to be jammed. The other has begun to flee the camp, he must know he’s fucked. Joel fires before the gun can be unjammed and then turns to shoot the running one down. It’s easy, pulling the trigger and watching a man fall into the dirt, covered in his own blood.

Joel could hear the leader cursing from that tent he’d disappeared into, surely he knew that his men were dead. He approaches the tent, his boots sinking into the mud as he goes.

“Stay the fuck back!” The man snarls.

If he were smart, he’d have a gun pointed at the tent flap, that's what Joel would do if he were him. Of course, Joel would never let his men die like dogs while he hid in a tent. What a fucking-

“Joel!”

Joel barely gets the chance to turn around before you’re slamming into him nearly knocking him off his feet like you’re some professional linebacker for the Dallas Cowboys. Your Python is dropping to the ground with a thump as your arms wrap around his torso.

“You alright?” You bury your face into his shirt and mumble into his chest.

“Been better.” He motions to his still-bleeding shoulder, “Where the hell did you run off to this morning?”

You untangle yourself from him and fix your focus on his gunshot. Ignoring his question, your hands push his jacket off his shoulder and stare at the wounded flesh. It’s not bleeding so bad anymore, hurts like a bitch but the blood has trickled off into a thin stream.

“We should get you back to Jackson. Dr. Hill can fix you up.”

You take a step towards the tent and Joel catches you by the arm.

“Sweetheart, there’s somethin’ you need to know.” Joel starts, “That man you mentioned he’s…”

“He’s in the tent, Joel.” You say looking at the halfway unzipped flap, “That missing teeth, cat-killing motherfucker is going to die. Let me go.”

You must’ve been hiding somewhere, watching this camp, no wonder he’d conveniently been saved when Laces tried killing him. You rip your arm out of Joel’s hand and take another step to the tent.

“Alright, Alright,” Joel says, looking at Brett who has dragged an unconscious Oliver over, “Let us bring him out here.”

You watch as Joel and Brett disappear into the tent, the sound of a punch being delivered followed by a couple of grunts fills the air and before you know it, they’re back, dragging The Walrus out by his arms towards you. Joel tosses a hunting knife at your feet before he and Brett drop The Walrus face-first into the ground.

“Didn’t even have a gun. Guess he thought his men would do all the killing for him.”

It seems that The Walrus has gotten lazy, years ago when you were the one tied to a tree he always had a gun tucked into a holster on his side. He’s gotten complacent, this good-for-nothing sack of shit was seriously expecting his little group of 20-somethings would be able to protect him from you and your wrath.

You watch as he pulls himself up, sitting back on his knees it dawns on you that you don’t know this man’s name. He was responsible for the many scars that crisscrossed your back and sides, he haunted you in your dreams and you didn’t even know his fucking name.

“Listen. I can pay you. I got another man who will be back in a few days. There’s this settlement a few miles north, you three can have your pick of the supplies, food, women, whatever you want. Just let me live.”

He can’t be serious, trying to weasel his way out of death like this. Did he not recognize you? You’d know his face anywhere, even now covered in mud and a shaggier beard, you knew it was him.

You glance over at Brett whose eyes are fixed on that beaten bloody body he’d dragged over. You realize Louis is missing and come to the conclusion that Brett was staring at his friend’s now-deceased killer. Joel gives you a pointed look, his pistol is shoved into the back of The Walrus’ head, all it would take is one pull of the trigger and he’d be dead.

“You said you have another man?” You say, your voice devoid of any emotion

“Yes. He’s out scouting a community. We’re going down to Kansas and getting the rest of my men, then we’re taking it. Come with me, I’ll pay you all well.”

You scoff at this, a small laugh escapes your lips, what the fuck was wrong with this man. You knew he was a psychopath but seriously actually asking you to work with him? One of his men had killed Louis, another was about to shoot Joel, and for crying out loud he had four people tied up just 4 yards away. He must be delusional if he thought you, Joel, and Brett would want to work with him.

“What’s so funny, bitch?”

Joel smacks him in the back of the head with the butt on his gun, “Watch your fucking mouth.”

“Or what? Is she gonna order you to shoot me? That how you live your life? Dickless, commanded by some whore with big tits?”

You watch as Joel grabs The Walrus by a fistful of his greasy hair before slamming him into the ground so hard you’re pretty sure you heard the crunch of bone. Joel’s voice is deadly as he speaks directly into your captor's ear.

“You’ll hold your tongue around my woman or when she tells me to shoot ya’, I’ll make sure you’ll go out real slow.”

Joel hauls The Walrus back up into his previous position on his knees.

“S’ that we did to Adam isn’t it, sweetheart?”

The Walrus’ eyes flick to yours, trying to discern if Joel is lying. You nod suddenly feeling a bit small. Joel was good at this, intimidation. The man kneeling in front of you doesn’t give a shit what you do, it’s Joel he’s worried about.

“We got your second in command. See, in Jackson, we ain’t stupid the way you think we are. Caught him and that girl he was with right away.”

“You’re full of shit.” The Walrus says in disbelief that he’s truly alone, his allies thousands of miles away in Kansas.

Joel shakes his head, “You see, I wanted to draw it out some more, got some good hits in, even ran a knife across his skin. That sound familiar to you? Well, Adam, he cried a lot, pissed himself too, begging for his life in the dirt, “Joel raises his free hand, the one that's not holding his gun, and taps The Walrus on the forehead three times, “She put a bullet in his head with the same gun that's sitting there at her hip now.”

“Fuck you, man. You didn’t know him, he was a good guy.” The Walrus fires back

“See that’s where you’re wrong. Good men don’t rape women.” Joel says, “Another thing a good man doesn’t do is feed em’ their pets for fun.”

The Walrus’ eyes flick to yours, and a beat of recognition flashes. Now, he knows who you are.

“That was years ago…I shouldn’t have…”

You feel your voice returning, you want to speak to this man to listen to him grovel.

“But you did.” You say softly, “You made my only friend in the whole world into bowls of soup and a bag of jerky.”

The Walrus shakes his head like he doesn’t quite believe he did that.

“And then, whenever we were alone you cut me up for fun, just like my cat.” Your hands shake a bit as you push your long-sleeved shirt up off your right arm to the elbow. You point to the long scars that are nestled into your skin forever, “Remember these?”

“I-I’m sorry…” He says plainly, staring down at your arm

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it.” Joel snarls

Joel motions for Brett to take his gun before he takes a step to his left, scooping up a big roll of duct tape that’d been sitting on top of an open bag of one of the men. He walks to you and turns your focus to him,

“I’ll kill him for ya, sweetheart.” Joel, “Let me question him first though, Jackson needs to know about these men he's got down in Kansas.”

You nod and feel hot tears fill your waterline. Why were you crying? You should be jumping for joy that Joel was going to put him down. Joel takes a step back and tells Brett to tape The Walrus up and drag him off to another tree where he’ll meet his end. A warm hand comes up and Joel brushes a stray tear off your face and presses a warm kiss to your forehead before moving towards where Brett is dragging your tormenter off to.

“Joel?”

“Hm?”

“Make it hurt, okay?”

The screams go on for what seems like hours. You’ve tucked yourself away under the shade of a tree that's bigger than the rest. The four captives, sit a few feet away from you. You’d cut them all loose and let them devour the bits of food the men had stashed away in their bags. Now, they sit and listen to The Walrus beg for his life as Joel works his magic. You still don’t know his name but you don’t want to know it anyway.

Brett came back about twenty minutes ago and offered you a sandwich from his bag before plunking down beside you. You don’t know him well but you can tell he’s freaked out whether it was Joel or whatever had happened to Louis you knew Brett was scared.

“How long do you think it’s going to go on?” He asks quietly

Hopefully forever.

“I dunno.”

Another twenty minutes go by before Joel returns. He’s wiping at the blade of the knife he had initially tossed onto the ground for you to pick up.

“Let’s get goin’. We’ll send some people out to pick this stuff over later.”

Joel reaches down and offers you his hand, you take it and he pulls you to his feet with a grunt.

“I want to bury Louis,” Brett says as you leave the raider's camp behind

Doubled up on the horses Joel leads you and the newcomers back to where Louis’ dead body lies, an arrow in his face. Brett rigs something up to drag the body back to Jackson and you’re on your way again.

You press your cheek against Joel’s back and let your eyes flutter shut. Joel had insisted that you ride with him, giving Pepper’s reins to the mother and daughter you had freed. They’re a few feet behind you, the woman struggling a bit to keep Pepper walking straight.

By the time you reach the gates of Jackson, it’s late at night. The gates groan as they open and you let a woman named Joan take the horses and charge of the newcomers. You lead Joel off to the clinic and sit by his side while Dr. Hill works her magic on Joel’s shoulder.

You rest your head on Joel’s good shoulder, listening to the way his breath hitches a bit when the bullet finally comes out. It has to hurt yet he makes no move to cry out, always acting so tough.

A few stitches and clean gauze later, Joel is pulling what's left of his t-shirt back on while you try to focus on anything but the skin he’s got exposed to your greedy eyes. Shame on you for thinking like that right now. He’d just been shot and you were thinking about how his chest hair had started to gray.

“Can I stay at yours?”

Fuck, you hadn’t meant to blurt that out, god you were pathetic, not even wanting to sleep in your own home. You were 44 years old, not some toddler who needed coddling!

Joel lets out a warm hum, slipping his old tan coat under his arm for safekeeping,

“Course ya’ can sweetheart.”

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...And now we can commence the romance. Joel can you and Sweetheart just kiss already, gosh!!?

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black-cat-luck · 15 hours ago

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Can u pls do Tim and Bruce father son activities ( i love ur writing!!)

YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR MY TIMMY BOY

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• Tim and Bruce have a very hard relationship. It took a very long time for them to have anything father/son related, and when they did reach that point, it was uncomfortable and awkward for both of them at first. They try, once they get to that point of care for one another, they do try. Tim knows Bruce is trying, and it means a lot to him, so he’s happy to reciprocate, to have this parental relationship in his life.

• Their first father/son moment is after Tim breaks his skateboard. He’s not necessarily upset, it’s just a sight inconvenience, but he’s tired, he’s been really stressed, and this pushes him past a breaking point. Bruce finds him sitting next to the broken board, and wordlessly manages to get Tim to get in the car and go with him. Tim doesn’t ask how Bruce knows what board shop he frequents, or the exact way to get there without directions, but Bruce even goes inside with him, asking questions here and there as they browse, and complimenting everything Tim picks and buys. Tim has credit cards, he has his parent’s money, but Bruce buys it all without blinking before the boy can even try and dig his wallet out of his pocket. It becomes a thing for them, Bruce always finds time to take Tim to the board shop when he wants to go, and always watches him with that same warm smile, just enjoying seeing Tim happy over something a boy his age should enjoy.

• Tim really likes baseball. He doesn’t let anyone know, not since Jack Drake never picked a glove back up or bothered to show up to a T-Ball game after Tim hit double digits. It’s fine, Tim bought himself gear and nets so he could play on his own in his backyard. He stopped playing on a team, and just tossed a ball to himself. He hasn’t had an itch for the sport in so long that when it comes back he doesn’t think twice to dust off a glove and practice his pitch. When Bruce finds him, it honestly makes his chest hurt to see all of the things the boy owns, to see how long he’s spent alone. There’s an extra glove, Tim always had a few of everything. Bruce is a bit rusty, but he’s adamant to make sure Tim never feels alone again, to know he has a home and a father that will play catch with him. Tim cries himself to sleep that night, and Bruce promises he won’t ever be alone again.

• Tim’s one true love is always photography. When he feels secure enough with his relationship Bruce to show him, Bruce is a bit horrified to know such a small boy was hiding on rooftops just to sneak pictures of him, but it’s a bittersweet feeling to know that little boy was so starstruck, that he adored Batman so much, and if Bruce would’ve known about him before, maybe he could’ve met Jason, maybe Tim could’ve had a father sooner. Bruce takes him to museum’s that have traveling photography exhibits, some with local artists getting displayed. Tim admits a few are his he submit under a pen name, and Bruce makes sure those photos are displayed permanently. He encourages Tim to never give up or let anything ruin his love for his art. Bruce spends early mornings and beautiful middays with Tim, watching him in his own element, more so than Robin, or an act put on for the elites, Tim Drake is a photographer.

• Tim likes to crochet. It started as a small hobby he learned from hours of watching his mother do it, he was always nervous to try himself, but when the nights got lonely he did it as a way to feel close to his parents. He fell in love with it and Drake manor is covered in all kinds of colorful creations of his. He has his own crocheted Batman sweater that he made before merch of the vigilante ever existed, and he still wears it happily. Bruce thinks it’s adorable, and Tim’s first ever gift to him, is a matching one. Bruce adores it, and wears it all the time around the house, and Tim continues making him things. Sweaters he can wear in public (which he does happily), a plush Robin bird that sits above the batcomputer, a tiny Alfred to keep him company when he’s having a hard day. He even makes Alfred small versions of Bruce, and all his kids. He gets a hug, and sees both of them cry when they’re given them. That Christmas everyone is given matching sweaters, and Bruce happily sits with Tim as he crochets, encourages him to pick up his needles when he’s getting antsy during a debrief, or watches him tiredly twist the yarn around his fingers as he waits for Bruce to fill out the mission report before they’re allowed to go to bed. Tim tries to get Bruce to crochet with him, but it becomes a bonding time for them to just sit together, and Bruce always compliments everything he makes, just happy to be with him.

• Tim likes to make cakes. He thinks they’re fun, and there never needs to be a reason to enjoy something delicious, so when they’re both benched for a week after a rough mission, Tim drags Bruce down to the kitchen, and makes him help make one. There’s no occasion, no reason. Tim just wants cake, and he wants the enjoyment of making one. Bruce is just happy to spend time with him, and helps with every step. Tim makes the frosting himself, and shows Bruce all the different shades of colors they can make by adding certain amounts of food coloring, so they can have four different shades of pinks and blues for the cake. He’s almost too good at it, like he is with everything, and Bruce feels bad he’s making it look bad, his cursive is sloppy in frosting, and no matter how he holds the spatula, the border is still lumpy, but Tim thinks it’s perfect, and refuses to let Bruce stop helping. It’s a bit messy, leaning a bit to one side, but Tim loves it. He takes pictures, and lets Bruce cut the first slice, smiling wide as they share the piece, commenting on how good it tastes, and how perfect it is because they made it together.

• When Tim has to move on from Robin and become his own person, it undeniably puts a strain on their relationship. They try not to let it, but Tim needs time, and Bruce allows him it. Tim can’t find enjoyment in making cake, or playing baseball by himself anymore, a dreaded feeling that he finally knew how it felt to really be loved, and lost it. He’s still a kid, he’s on his own again, he’s too prideful to be the one to make the first move. A box is left on his doorstep, his Robin training says not to trust it, but the way his name is written, in cursive that it much better on paper than a cake, he finds a small plush bat inside. It’s lopsided, messy crochet barely holding together. It’s from the same tutorial that taught him how to make the plush Robin he put in the cave for Bruce. Batman needs a Robin, he always reminded him. Bruce needs his son, he was being reminded. And Tim knew no matter what, he needed him too. Tim never expected to find a family among the manor and the people he now loved that were inside. He never imagined he’d get to have this relationship, because no matter what, Bruce showed him what it felt like to be loved by a father. Bruce didn’t just love him as his son, Bruce loved him as Tim Drake.

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Tim my beloved I want to give him the entire world

Thank you so much for requesting I hope you liked it!! Thank you for loving my work, I hope you enjoy all my future writings just as much. ᡣ𐭩

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angelicabunny · 16 hours ago

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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Dummy — dom!matt x innocent!reader

warnings: pure smut - if you you’re not into it don’t read it, dumbification kink, fingering and finger sucking, spitting, lowkey daddy matt, use of pet names (baby, sweet girl, etc), honestly not that many warnings.

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you lay back flat against the silk sheets with your legs resting pretty on matt’s lap, arms tossed above your head and eyes glassy. his calloused hands gently massaging your soft thighs.

“so fuckin pretty f’me hmm.” he teases through his teeth, gripping one thigh harshly and slapping the other, his eyes focused on the perfect recoil of your legs. with your mind too hazed to form a coherent sentence you respond with a pathetic whimper, earning matt’s approval.

matt’s thumb makes it’s way to your damp panties, tracing slow circles around your throbbing clit, you bite your lip suppressing a spill of moans, matt mirroring your expression. his blue eyes stare down at you as his brings his thumb closer to your mouth,

“open up for me pretty girl.” he coos.

you open your puffy lips the slightest and stick your wet tongue out, his thumb makes it’s way in and delicately lies on your tongue, your tangy taste along with it.

“look at you.” he drags out the last word and flashes a wide grin, “huh, my stupid little girl.” he pushes his thumb deeper into your mouth and your mind begins racing as you naturally circle his finger tip with your tongue, kitten licking him and gripping his hand like it’s the only thing worthy to you. in this moment that’s what it feels like.

matt’s other hand hovers above your clothed cunt before he palms it and squeezes it.

“mmh m-matt~” a croaky whimper makes it’s way past matt’s thumb.

he pulls his sopping thumb away from your mouth, wipes the corner of your mouth and cups your face, “yeah baby?” he asks in a tone laced with fake sympathy. he enjoys seeing you like this a little too much, beneath him, helpless and only wanting his touch, like a dummy almost.

“i, i want-” you stumble over your words and struggle to string a sentence together, the feeling of matt’s hand on your covered pussy too overbearing.

“c’mon, my sweet girl, you’re gonna have to use your words for me huh?” his thumb stroking your burning cheek.

“n-need you to touch me matt.” you manage to say between breaths.

“yeah?” he pouts. his hand massaging your coated panties before hooking his slender fingers under the waist band. his eyes asking for approval, you lift your waist and he tugs them off carelessly, tossing them to the floor exposing you, needy and wet.

he opens his mouth slightly and lets his warm spit fall onto his fingers, gently sliding the middle two into you, while his thumb traces circles on your sore clit.

whiney moans escape your mouth as you struggle to keep quiet, his eyes never leaving yours as his pace and pressure pick up. his fingers reach places your own never could and that thought alone sends you over the edge.

“that feel good baby?” he groans, pushing his fingers into you deeper, he watches you closely with his mouth agape. the sight of you alone is enough for him to make a mess in his own pants, but that isn’t his concern right now.

“s’fuckin good matt” you respond with your eyes at the back of your head, “n’need to cum!” you whine, arching your back against his fingers.

his free hand creeps up to your face, squeezing your cheeks pathetically and pulling your gaze up to him.

“you can cum, baby, but you need to keep your eyes up here okay? can you do that f’me?” he asks with his grip still tight on your face.

you nod eagerly, bucking your hips for more friction against his fingers.

“good girl.” his fingers work effortlessly faster inside of you, bringing you closer to your climax.

“oh- matt! matt-” you squeal before feeling his fingers shoved into your mouth again.

you suck on them helplessly, his pace fastening once again, and suddenly, ending faster than it even started, you feel yourself clenching around matt’s fingers, your body jolting as he thrusts them into you one last time.

“there you go my sweet girl.” he smiles, pulling his fingers from you, this time instead of having you clean them off he mindlessly sucks them himself, not taking his eyes off of you before spitting back into your mouth.

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streamafterlaughter · 2 days ago

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Soundtrack to Disaster

Chapter XI: Be Alone With Me

songs: don’t speak by born without bones, be alone by paramore

chapter tags: slight angst, slight hurt/comfort, reconnections, enemies to friends, slight fluff i guess? | fic tags: angst, hurt/(eventual) comfort, (eventual) smut, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, Eddie Munson x Fem!OC!Reader, Modern AU | This fic is rated 18+ MDNI each chapter will have its own content/trigger warnings

summary: you take a chance on something you’d believed was long gone.

a/n: sorry i’m late! this one’s a little bit of everything. you can now also read on Ao3!

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You stare at the screen, cursor blinking in the text box. You’ve been stuck here for about twenty minutes now, typing and deleting words that all make you cringe. It’s unclear why you’re suddenly so nervous, once having nothing to fear when you texted this number. It hurts your heart, the way things change. Finally, you decide to keep it simple.

hi.

He’s typing before you can even exit the app.

Eddie (block later): hi?

> hi…?

Eddie (block later): to what do i owe the pleasure?

> was wondering if you wanted to get coffee or something today.

Eddie (block later): am i being punk’d?

> is it 2004?

Eddie (block later): no…

there’s your answer. pete’s? in an hour?

Eddie (block later): i mean, yeah, of course.

> cool.

You lock your phone and toss it down on your bed, flopping back into the pillows, feeling your skin burn as you think about Eddie, probably sitting in his own bed, eyebrow cocked as he reads your messages, confused as all hell. That makes two of you, having bamboozled yourself with the sudden surge of courage. You suppose you owe him at least the chance to redeem himself, you’re too old to be holding this long of a grudge.

You pull yourself from the bed, drifting hesitantly over to your closet to find an outfit. You dig through your clothes, panic coursing in your veins until you stop to breathe. This is not a date, you remind yourself. This is coffee, with an estranged acquaintance. Nothing more. You pick out one of your favorite t-shirts, the band logo almost illegible, and a pair of high waisted jeans that you secure with a leather belt. You slip on a pair of shoes and grab your old leather jacket, refusing to acknowledge that you probably wouldn’t have worn it if it weren’t Eddie you were meeting up with. The plan is to slip out the door unseen, but for some reason Chris has risen before noon today, and is sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal placed precariously in his lap.

“Where are you off to, all dressed up?”

You look down at your clothing. “I’m not dressed up. Am I?”

Chris shrugs. “You gotta date or something?”

Shit. “No, I’m going to grab coffee. With Eddie.” You’re fifteen again, lying to your brother about going out to the quarries to smoke with your burn out friends. Only this time, Chris isn’t looking at you with his big brother face, just a teasing smirk on his lips.

“Okay… Have fun.” He turns back to the television, as if you’ve told him you’re going grocery shopping.

“What, no interrogation? No borderline invasive lines of questioning?”

He shrugs, not even bothering to turn back around. “That’ll come when you get back, I assume.”

You roll your eyes at the back of your brother’s head. “Okay, whatever! Bye!” You fling the door open and pull yourself over the threshold before you lose your nerve.

–

Pete’s Cafe is what the oldheads of Hawkins would describe as the Hippie Hang out. Its walls are covered in local artists’ work, with their prices scribbled on sticky notes taped next to them. The room holds a couple mismatched couches, along with plenty of rickety wooden chairs and tables to eat and chat at. The menu is written across a few black boards in multi colored chalk, all with catchy names and gluten, dairy, or nut free alternatives. There’s a small stage by the window that is only ever occupied every other Wednesday of the month for poetry open mics, a few of which you’d participated in in high school. It may be tacky, but this place has been a comfort to you since you were a teenager, finding solace in the peanut butter and banana toast and insanely bitter coffee.

You spot Eddie in a corner, already sipping on what looks like a black iced coffee, and you make your way over to him.

“Needed your fix that bad, huh? Couldn’t wait for me?”

Eddie beams at you, causing you to falter for half a second as you sit down across from him. “Told ‘em to look out for the pretty girl in the hardcore band t-shirt, ordered for you already.” As if he’d planned it, the barista brings another drink over as you recover from him calling you pretty. “Iced caramel, oat milk and two sugar.” She smiles brightly at you and Eddie before turning on her heel. “That still your order?”

You stab the straw into the plastic lid, taking a gulp to stifle your nerves before nodding. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

“There’s a lot about me you don’t seem to believe.” Eddie plucks a scone from the plate between you. “Although now, I think it’s my turn to be in disbelief.”

“Why’s that?” You’d never been good at playing coy, voice shaking with every word that leaves your mouth.

“Well, uh. I don’t wanna sound rude or anything because, really, I’m glad to be here. But, uh, why are we here?”

You ponder the question, straw stuck in the corner of your mouth. “Does there have to be a reason?”

Eddie gapes at you, scone abandoned on his napkin. “Well, yeah, kinda. With our long, convoluted history and everything, it leaves a fella confused.”

“You’re tellin’ me. I spent six years hating you for ratting on my brother only for it all to have been for nothing.”

“And I am, like, really sorry–”

You raise your hand to cut him off. “Not right now. This is me, extending the olive branch. Let’s see how this goes first before we get into the touchy feely stuff, okay? I don’t wanna get my hopes up.”

Eddie nods, surrendering. “Okay, fine. How do you propose we make up for lost time, then?”

–

“Look, I know you broke your rule once, I don’t wanna make you break it again, but I did get some really nice stuff from Rick yesterday, and I feel like it would go to waste if I smoked it by myself.” Eddie yaps away as he fumbles for his apartment key. After failing to find a place to go, you’d resigned to returning to his house without much thought. You can feel your palms clam up as you step inside, taking in your surroundings.

You hadn’t been to Eddie’s apartment yet. The last time you’d visited him, Eddie’s dwelling was his uncle’s trailer in Forest Hills, a room at the end of a tiny hallway cluttered with posters of metal bands and old Corroded Coffin fliers on the walls. This place has the same aura, but is very clearly a more adult version. The posters and fliers on his walls are framed, the TV a reasonable size placed on a table against a far wall, the couch draped in soft, fluffy blankets. In one corner, a black ball of fur purrs in its sleep.

“Oh, my god. Who is that?” You practically squeal, pointing to the pile of fuzz.

“That’s Ethel, she’s very sweet.” At the sound of Eddie’s voice, the cat’s head pokes out from where it was tucked into her legs. “Hi, baby!” Eddie greets the animal with a scratch under her chin, and she closes her eyes and rubs her head against his hand.

“She’s so cute. I didn’t know you liked cats.”

“One day, you’ll have to accept the fact that you don’t know much about me at all, Bee.” Eddie sits next to you on the couch, leg brushing your own as he lifts Ethel into his lap.

“Yeah, you might be right.” You sigh, distracted by the soft, warm kitten in Eddie’s lap. You scratch behind her ear, and she purrs dramatically as she nuzzles into your touch. “Anything else you care to tell me before I discover it myself?”

Eddie pretends to think about the question. “Depends on what you wanna know, I guess.”

“Right now, I just wanna know what that weed feels like.” You stifle a giggle, and Eddie’s smile widens.

“Really?”

You shrug. “Seems I’m breaking a lot of my own rules lately.”

–

You can’t help it, Chris’s words repeating in your head like a broken record. Eddie’s a good guy.

Your guard is up, sure, but you’re starting to see what he’s saying. You and Eddie are on his patio, sitting across from each other as a joint is passed back and forth. So far, you can’t argue with the sentiment. Eddie has been nothing but friendly, and that leaves you dumbfounded. You’re used to spitting half assed insults back and forth, never having a productive conversation. Today, though, you’ve learned that Eddie loves cats, lives alone, and collects vintage mugs from thrift stores. You’ve indulged him as well, telling him about your time in New York, the poetry book you’re writing, and the indie artist you found on Bandcamp last month. You’ve run out of small talk, though as you snub out the roach in the crystal ashtray.

“So, uh,” Eddie clears his throat, sitting back in the creaky patio chair. “Why’d you actually wanna hang out with me?”

You tilt your head at his words. “You really aren’t gonna let this go, are ya?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. I’m still not convinced this is some kind of cruel prank. I have a hard time believing you’re that quick to forgive someone. In fact, I know you’re not. It’s been years since we’ve hung out alone.”

You sigh, mirroring his posture. “Usually, I’m not. You’re not fully out of the woods yet though, I’m still upset with you for not telling me the whole story. However, I also know that you had your reasons, and Chris had his for letting you do it. Of course it hurts, still. But it hurt worse to let you leave.” You feel the tears prickling in your eyes, and you swat them away, willing your voice not to crack. “We were best friends once. Told each other everything, did everything together. It wasn’t easy cutting you out of my life, Eddie, no matter how well I hid it. I missed you all the time. I thought I had finally gotten over it until you came back. You just showed back up into my life, no warning, you didn’t even call. That kind of thing is jarring, y’know?” Eddie frowns in the light of the setting sun, the golden hues of his eyes sparkling in the light. You take a breath before continuing, “I don’t think we can ever go back to the way things were. It’s too painful, pretending the last six years haven’t changed us entirely. But I want you in my life again. It's probably harder avoiding you anyway, when you’re still my brother’s best friend.” you laugh nervously, attempting to fill the silence he seems far too comfortable sitting in.

Finally, he nods. “Okay, I can live with that.”

You can’t help but let out a short, sharp “HA!” in response.

“What’s so funny?”

You scoff, head shaking in disbelief. “Even after all that, it’s not a big deal. You’re like,” You shrug mockingly, then put on your best Eddie impression. “‘That’s cool, that’s chill, no big.’”

“That is not what I sound like!”

“It so is! You should be bouncing off the walls with excitement that I’ve decided to give you another chance.”

“Oh, my apologies, your highness!” Eddie shoves out of his chair and skips in circles around you and the table. “Thank you, Princess Bee, for giving a layman like me another chance at life! You’ve spared me, and now my existence belongs to you! Anything you want, just say the word! I shall fall on my sword if you so desire!” He stops, hovering over you and in front of the sun, causing him to glow. You gulp. “Better?”

“Yes,” Your voice gives with your nerves, and you disguise it with a cough. “Much more acceptable.”

Eddie throws his head back, cackling, and you let your own laugh slip from your throat. “Seriously, though,” He eventually adds when he’s stopped laughing, and you turn to listen. “I’m glad you’re willing to talk to me again, and I really am sorry. You have no idea how hard it was to come back, seeing you after so long and not being able to fall back into our life from before. I missed you, Bee, so damn much. I thought about it every day, and I wish I had picked up the fucking phone. I couldn’t do that to you, though. I didn’t think you’d want anything to do with me. I wasn’t even planning on staying here, I was gonna pack this place up and sell it.” He gestures inside to his apartment, which you now see is still half in boxes.

“What convinced you to stay?” You wonder aloud, feeling your eyelids grow heavy with the loss of the sun.

“Steve, actually.”

It jolts you awake. “What?”

“He told me you missed me. I didn’t believe him, though. He had no real proof, nothing that would convince a normal person. But it made me think about it, about what would happen if I left and he ended up being right. I couldn’t do that to you, and I especially couldn’t give Steve a reason to lecture me.” He chuckles, shaking his hair around as you digest his words.

“Did he convince you to tell me everything, too?”

“Nah, that was Chris. He feels bad enough for not telling you himself, I think he just wants to be in your good graces again. Which, knowing you, is gonna take a lot more than that.”

You smile at him. “Yeah, probably, but it’s definitely a start.” You glance out at the view below you, quiet in the fall of night, the temperature dropping steadily. “It’s getting kinda late. I should get going.” You stand, and Eddie rushes to open the screen door for you. “Thanks for having me over, Eddie. I had a good time.”

You could have sworn his cheeks had turned pink, but you brush it off as an effect of the cold. “Thanks for coming, Bee. I did too. I’ll see you later?” He says it like a question, like he’s unsure you’ll actually want to hang out again. But you nod, giving him a weak wave as you open his door, whispering one more “bye” before it latches behind you.

–

Your apartment is dark when you enter, and you assume Chris is working, or out with friends. You flick on the light switch, though, and shriek at the sight of your brother sitting at the kitchen counter, facing the door, posture far too straight for him.

“What the fuck, Chris?!” Your palm rests against your erratically beating heart as Chris’s composure breaks, face splitting into a grin as he laughs. “What are you doing?!”

“I was waiting for my little sister to come home. Do you have any idea what time it is?!” He crosses his arms over his chest, pretending to scold you.

“Oh, shut the hell up.” You close your door and place your keys on the hook beside it.

“I’m serious! I wanna know how it went!”

You roll your eyes, placing your bag on the counter. “It was fine, we just got coffee, hung out at his place for a while. Nothing dramatic, believe it or not.”

“I do not.” Chris stands, arms still crossed, to block the path to your room. “Tell me the truth.”

“Chris, you are not the one that gets to demand the truth, remember? Besides, I am. You can ask Eddie, nothing worth mentioning happened.”

“First of all, I will be getting the details from Ed regardless, so I’m giving you the chance to tell me what happened first. Secondly, your entire face is pink so there is obviously something you aren’t telling me. What happened?”

“Nothing! I met his cat, does that count?” You rub your cheeks, feeling their flush against your cold hands.

“Is that, like, a euphemism?”

“Ew, Chris, No.”

Your brother cackles, and you join him with a more nervous laughter. “Look, I don’t know if Eddie will say anything more compelling. We talked. He apologized. It was a nice time. That is all!”

“Uh huh, sure. We’ll see.”

You groan, finally pushing past him to get ready for bed. “You need to stop saying shit like that.”

From behind you, he calls, “There is always more to it with Eddie than you realize! Just you wait!”

You close your door on him, begging yourself not to let your brother’s cryptic warning get to you.

–

You wake up the next morning feeling surprisingly refreshed, squinting at the sun streaming in through your blinds, tinting your room yellow. As you stretch, kicking the blanket from your body, you snatch your phone from its charger on your nightstand. On your screen are texts from your group chat with Robin and Steve, as well as one from Eddie that causes your stomach to flutter, for some reason. Ignoring that, you open the texts from the groupchat first.

Yesterday, 11:47 PM

stevie: I can’t believe it. You really did it.

bobbins: this is unforgivable

stevie: Disgraceful

bobbins: punishable by death

You type your response quickly:

Today, 9:05 AM

> please forgive me, i am only human. also, if u could fill me in on wtf ur talking about???

It takes a few minutes, but Robin responds,

u hung out with EDDIE and u didnt TELL US??

> rob, it has been less than 24 hours, at least let me breathe a little!

bobbins: that’s why im shocked! we had only just talked about it! i figured u were gonna wanna plan it out a little more!!!

Steve finally joins the conversation:

sorry, bee, we’re just in shock that you did it without like completely overthinking it. we were worried someone had replaced you with a bad imitation

You snort as you type your reply:

> how did u guys even find out already?

Minutes go by.

> ???

Finally, Steve caves:

He texted me when you left last night. I texted Robin.

You roll your eyes and jab the keyboard.

> i hate u both! look, if u want all the gory details, meet me at bennys in twenty.

They each reply with confirmation, and you roll out of bed to get ready for the day.

–

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moonchild9350 · 5 hours ago

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Requiem of the Future

summary: in the future life is dismal as you live day to day trying to make it under the rule of the mega corporations. however, things may change as you and minho are tasked to steal data from a company called Onyx Corp. that can change the world. The only problem is you’re both enemies. in the dog eat dog world of the dystopian future, will you make amends for the sake of humanity or succumb to the feelings of hate.

pairing: Minho x fab!reader

genre: cyberpunk au, acquaintances/enemies to lovers au, sci fi au, angst, smut-18+MDNI

word count: 13.4k

warnings: use of guns, mention of blood, alcohol usage, soft dom. minho, clit play, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, multiple rounds, cum tasting, use of term kitten, teasing, other stuff I don’t want to spoil (as usual heh)

notes: my longest fic yet lol. but this was inspired by the video game Cybperpunk 2077! maybe a part two if you'd like? also i snuck hyunjin in here soo enjoy that lol. let me know! as always please let me know what you think of the fic, i love your feedback :)

If you enjoyed, please comment, reblog, and like ♡

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You awoke with a start to the raucous of your neighbors arguing in the hall, their loud voices cutting the dream you were having short. You blinked a few times before rubbing your eyes as you groaned. ‘This is bullshit’ you thought as you were fully awake now, any promise of sleep steadily slipping away with each passing second.

There was a rustle next to you as a body turned over, letting out a grunt as they settled in once more.

“Rub it in why don’t you,” you mumbled as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and stretched your back, sighing as you heard a few satisfying clicks.

Your ex boyfriend Axel was fast asleep in your bed after a night of frivolities, the soreness between your legs a reminder of the events. Yes, you know it’s not the smartest idea to keep letting him into your bed, but hey what can you say, he just fucks you so good that you feel the effects for at least a few days after.

However, you hated when he slept over, as it was a reminder of your stupid mistake. Locating his clothes, you picked them up and tossed them at him, smirking when he let out a grunt and ‘Fuck.’

“Rise and shine asshole,” you said as Axel sat up disgruntled, holding his shirt and pants to his chest.

“The fuck you do that for?” He grumbled, as he stayed within the confines of your bed.

“Because I want you out. I got shit to do.”

You shuffled through the clothes in your closet, settling on a pair of jeans and a black crop top.

“You better be gone by the time I’m done,” you warned as you turned on your shower, not bothering to look at your ex.

You stepped in the little cube and let out a shiver, cursing under your breath at the temperature. The water was never warm, maybe lukewarm at best if you were lucky. You’re lucky you even have an apartment with running water in the first place. Oh what an extra three hundred Neuro Credits could get you.

You quickly washed up, the dingy bar of soap you rubbed over your body was almost gone, you’d have to acquire some more soon if you wanted to smell decent. You ran water and some of the suds over your hair before rinsing it out, letting out a groan as you accidentally got the suds in your eyes.

Once you deemed yourself clean enough, you shut the water off and grabbed your towel, wrapping your body in the soft fabric. As you dried off, you peeked around the corner, checking to see if Axel was still in your bed, but smirking when you saw he was gone. You slipped into your clothes and then eyed your appearance, deciding how you wanted to fix yourself today.

Your eyes roamed over your wet hair, taking in the midnight blue strands sticking to your face. You’d have to dye your hair again soon. You had modifications to your temple, the metal designs carefully framing your face, adding to your appearance. There were bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep, as you have been picking up extra jobs these days to pay your rent and other things like basic necessities.

Your favorite part of you however were your series of four piercings, set perfectly along your cleavage. You decided on this modification on a whim, the piercing itself hurting like a bitch, but it added to your appeal and have not once regretted your decision to get them.

You pressed a button on the wall, a small panel opening up with a hologram prompting you to enter your command. You chose the makeup option and opted for teal blue eyeshadow and mascara, topping it off with a plum lipstick. Your option appeared on your face, not a smudge present, but the makeup instead perfectly applied.

Satisfied with your look, you slipped into your clothes and combat boots. You made sure your windows were locked and headed out the door into the dingy hallway of your apartment building. The walls were stained, and a light was flashing. You paid no attention to the couple that was still arguing, wraths of smoke filling the air as they waved their cigarettes in each other’s faces.

You took the lift to the bottom floor, stepping out into the bright sunlight as the city moved around you. People flooded past you on their way to who knows what, most looking dejectedly at the ground, mumbling about the lack of work or Neuro Credits.

So was life in Rosora. It was pretty common to have the most recent technological modifications to your body, the best gadgets and appliances, but satisfactory food was hard to come by unless you had rare items to trade or an abundance of Neuro Credits. If you were sick or injured, medicine or seeing a doctor was near impossible unless you knew someone or was someone higher up the food chain.

Rosora was a mega city, with millions of people calling it home. The city was divided into three zones, with most apartment buildings being located in Rosora itself. The business district where the higher ups who worked for Onyx Corp. was part of zone Farlan. Most people have never even been to that zone as only those who are somebody were allowed past the security checkpoint.

The recreation zone was part of Cyberlina, an area filled with entertainment centers, clubs, modifications centers, etc. This zone was pretty popular, the people of Rosora opting to spend most of their time there, wasting the day and night away.

Lastly was Songill, not the safest area which was saying something. This zone was filled with gangs and criminals, the buildings more shabby and rundown. If you weren’t a member of any of these groups, it was best to stay away, especially after sundown as there was a high chance of you being robbed, harassed, or even worse killed.

You were on your way to Cyberlina, as you needed to trade for food, your stash running low back at home. However, you realized you left your ID at Neon Lights, a club that you frequent on a weekly basis. The walk didn’t take long, as you lived on the outskirts of Rosora.

You made your way down the dirty walkway, side stepping others who were bent over the curb, vomiting whatever drink they indulged themselves with overnight. As you came closer to the center of the area, a large purple building came into view, outfitted with a yellow neon sign that read the name of the club.

You greeted the bouncer who let you in immediately, as you were on the list of guests for immediate access. You entered the dark space, only illuminated by the dim lighting that lit the walkway. Some synth beat was blaring over the loudspeakers, even though it was mid-morning and scarcely any people present.

In the center of the club next to the dance floor and various dancing decks, was a bar, outfitted with every type of poison you could think of in this god forsaken city. Wiping down some glasses was a tall man with long black hair and muscular arms, his tongue sticking out in concentration as he tried to get a stain out.

“Hey Hyunjin,” you said as you slid into a stool, placing your head on the palm of your hand.

Hyunjin looked up and smiled, setting down the glass he was cleaning. “Hey y/n, back so soon?”

You chuckled and sat up straighter, “left my ID here last night. Need it to go nab some food. Gotta fuel up before tonight’s job.”

Hyunjin frowned at your statement, his eyes immediately landing on your face.

“You still thinking about going through with that?”

“Of course Hyun. I need the Neuro Credits. I’d be stupid to pass up this job.”

The job in question was a heist with one of your acquaintances who you occasionally go on requests with. Astra was your groups arms dealer, a man who understood anything that had a trigger on it. He was perfect for this job as you two were supposed to nab a security chip from a dealer, as the chip can neutralize any opponent instantly, making it the most sought after security system in Rosora.

You’ve been doing odd jobs like these for years, since you were a teen in fact, after your family died from a virus that attacked their cyberware, rendering them brain dead. In this city, it was either fight for survival or die and the latter didn’t seem too appealing. You were recruited by Chan, the leader of your group who taught you the ins and outs of this life, making sure you knew what was important for your survival.

He also introduced you to Hyunjin, his best friend and also your age. Hyunjin has been there for you throughout the years, leaning a shoulder to cry on when things were bad, providing you a place to stay when you couldn’t pay your rent, and just being the closest thing you had left of family. He worried about you constantly, not necessarily happy with you taking on dangerous odd jobs, even if it paid the bills.

“I wish you wouldn’t, y/n, this could be dangerous. Something is telling me this one may not go as smoothly as the others.”

He slid over a glass filled with amber liquid at that time, your hand catching it instantly before giving it a swirl and draining it in one go. The bitter taste slid down your throat, leaving a burning sensation behind as it settled within you.

“It’ll be fine. We’ll grab the chip and get out. Easy peasy.”

Hyunjin was not convinced. He loved you like a sister and didn’t want to see you get hurt but he knew better than anyone that nothing changes your mind once you accepted a job. Instead of arguing, he reached behind the counter and handed over a small gray card.

You picked it up and smiled, satisfied that you had your ID back. You tucked it away in your pocket and stood up.

“Thanks Hyun. Catch you later yeah?”

Hyunjin nodded and picked up the glass he was polishing before. “Of course.”

He saluted you and went back to work. Now that you had your ID, you could get what you set out to do beforehand. Exiting the bar, you made your way through the alleys, sidestepping mysterious puddles and people lounging against the brick walls.

You eventually came to a little stall, a young woman sitting on a stool by it scrolling through a magazine. As you approached, she grinned and set the magazine down and stood up.

“Y/n! Long time no see. Came to see my wares?”

“Hey Nora,” you greeted as you began to eye her stock. “Need to replenish my food supplies.”

Nora nodded and walked over to a little pile of bars. “Here’s what I have. I’ll even give you a discount since youre a dear friend. All of these for two hundred Neuro Credits. Whadda you say?”

Shit, two hundred Neuro Credits? That would take half of your credits you had in your bank account. You quickly looked through your stash, searching for anything you could trade. It didn’t take long for you to come across an item you knew she wouldn’t refuse.

“How about all of these for fifty Neuro credits plus this medical kit?” You said as you selected the kit in question so Nora could view it.

Nora looked over your trade, her eyes widening as she took stock of what was inside. “Shit y/n, this is a top grade medical kit. Ya sure you want to part with it?”

Nora was right. This was a highly sought after medical kit with supplies that are useful for any type of illness or injury. You hated to have to part with it, but food was equally as important.

“I’m sure. So do we have a deal?”

Nora nodded quickly, not giving your trade a second thought. She accepted the medical kit and credits, before handing you the stockpile of food.

“Thanks Nora,” you said gratefully as you stored the wares in your pack.

“Of course, come back anytime friend,” Nora said as she slightly bowed.

You shouldered your bag and began to walk back to your apartment. The time to rondavoux with Astra was drawing near. You thought over what Hyunjin had said, how he felt this job would not work out how you wanted. You trusted his opinions and felt slightly nervous for tonight, a feeling you rarely felt since you entered this lifestyle. However, you pushed those feelings aside as this job would pay out well if it was successful.

Once back inside your home, you set your bag down before grabbing one of the bars that you acquired. Plopping down on the couch, you opened the packet and took a bite, savoring the shitty taste of freeze dried chicken and a mix of vegetables. Your phone went off then, the shrill tone loud in your otherwise quiet room.

You looked at the ID and saw it was Echo your group’s tech specialist calling. Sighing, you pressed accept and said, “Why if isn’t Echo.”

“Y/n,” Echo said with a chuckle, “ready for tonight’s deal?”

“As ready as I ever am,” you said as you finished off your bar.

“Well let’s go over the details one last time okay? You and Astra will be meeting with Sych at eight oclock sharp. When I say sharp, I mean it. He does not like to be kept waiting. The Neuro Credits will be in your account ready to transfer once you see the chip…only after you see the chip. Got it? Once the transfer is made, get the chip and go, no chit chat.”

“Yeah, yeah, be careful, watch your back, I know the deal Echo,” you responded as you rolled your eyes.

It was always the same spiel with him, warnings, advice, how to do your job. You knew his heart was in a good place, but after hearing it for the millionth time, it kinda got on your nerves.

“Listen, we need this chip so no fucking up. I will be with you virtually, sending you shots of the area so you know what and who’s ahead. Astra has already been briefed. He’ll be waiting for you at the meeting spot at six.”

“Thanks, I’ll be there,” you said before ending the call.

You looked at the clock and noted you had a few hours before you needed to meet Astra. Maybe you’d take a quick nap, get some sleep so you could focus tonight. As you were getting into bed, however, your plan was foiled as there was a sharp rap on your door.

You walked over and opened it, frowning as you noticed Axel was back on your doorstep.

“Hey baby, thought I’d come see you before you had to work tonight,” he purred looking at you expectedly.

Damn he knew you well. Sighing, you let him in, slamming the door behind him. You barely took two more steps in when he grabbed you by your waist, his lips slotted with yours hurriedly before spinning you around and bending you over the kitchen counter.

You let out a moan as he discarded your pants and dragged his finger through your folds and teasing your clit. You could hear the rustle of his pants as he pushed them down his legs to free his cock.

“I’ll make this quick baby don’t worry, just how you like.”

As he pushed in, spreading your walls, you both let out a groan, succumbing to the feel of each other. Axel fucked you hard and fast, not giving you time to adjust, the sting of not prepping before hand turning you even more. You gripped the counter as he hit your spot every time, bringing you closer to your orgasm with each thrust. If there was one thing axel did right, it was fuck you, as he knew what spots to hit, how to get you to your high fast.

He angled his hips so he could fuck you deeper and with this you let go, your pussy clenching around his cock as he unloaded within you with a grunt. He gave a few more thrusts before pulling out and helping you stand.

“There, better?” He asked as he helped you dress.

“Shut up,” you said as you slapped his hand away.

You walked to the door and opened it, waiting for him to leave. Axel shook his head and exited your apartment, saying “you know how to reach me,” over his shoulder.

Once the door was closed and he was out of sight, you rested your head on the door and closed your eyes. That would be the last time you told yourself. It had to be for both of your sakes.

You stole a glance at the clock and noticed you had an hour to get ready. Deciding to take another shower, you made your way to the bathroom and turned the water on. Quickly, you washed yourself off and stepped out, drying yourself and walking to your closet.

You settled on an all black ensemble for tonight’s job, sliding into your leather pants and a black bralette, finishing the look off with your studded, black leather jacket. You slid your combat boots back on and fluffed your hair.

You had a little more time before you had to leave to go meet Astra, so you made sure your cyberware was in good shape and all controls where they needed to be. You made sure to grab your gun and sheath your pocket knife in your secret pocket. Hopefully neither would have to be used tonight.

Satisfied with your look and deeming yourself ready, you placed your earpiece in your ear and switched it on, bracing yourself for the brief static it gave off once on. ‘Time to go,’ you thought as you left your apartment.

The night air was stagnant, the city quiet as many people opted to stay indoors once nightfall hit. The occasional car passed by you, music blaring as it rolled away towards its destination. The skyline was lit up, neon lights everywhere promising more than what it could offer.

You were happy for your jacket as it was chilly, a light wind present as it gently whipped around you. As you approached the meeting spot, you noticed Astra propped up against a pole, his phone in hand. He looked up when he heard your footsteps and straightened up to greet you.

“Y/n.”

“Astra.”

A simple greeting was all you two shared, neither one of you very talkative at the moment. You both understood the importance of tonight’s job and were both a little nervous as to what could come. Astra was a good partner to have, always looking out for you and he was an expert marksman. At six foot even, he towered over most opponents, who cowered away in fear but occasionally, one thought they could challenge him and that’s when his weapons would come out.

You knew he was strapped, his babies hidden in the least expected of places.

“Ready to do this?” He asked, giving you a nervous chuckle.

“Let’s do this.”

You both headed towards a parking garage and stopped at one of the cars. It unlocked as you approached, recognizing your profile. You got in the driver’s seat as Astra got in as a passenger. The car turned on and adjusted its settings to your liking before backing out of the spot and merging onto the road.

The drive to Songill was quiet, neither one of you offering up a single word. The tension was palpable, the air filled with the possibilities of how tonight could go. You watched as the buildings passed by, the lights a blur as the car sped down the street.

As you approached the destination, Echo’s voice could be heard through the car’s speakers, “you’re approaching the meeting spot. I don’t see but three people there, but of course be on your guard as backup could be hiding in the buildings. Remember the plan, do the exchange, get the chip, and get out.”

You and Astra hummed in agreement and opened your doors as you were now at the spot. As you stood up, two men approached you with scowls on their faces.

“Y/n?” The one closest to you asked. You couldn’t help but think he reminded you of a tiger, an animal ready to pounce.

“The one and only,” you responded with a smirk.

“Follow me.”

You followed the two men over to a fire, sitting down on the stump that the man gestured to. Astra sat right next to you, his eyes set on the men in front of you. There was a moment of silence as the other’s sat down, that is until a burly man walked out of the nearest building.

He seemed like one not to mess with as he was buff and his body was littered with scars, including one that ranged from his scalp to his chin. He sat down in the chair across from you with a grunt.

“Well, if it isn’t the famed y/n. Finally get to meet you.”

You narrowed your eyes at the man, not buying his pleasantries. You wanted to get this over with so you could go to bed at a decent hour tonight.

“Cut the bullshit, you got what we want or not?” you demanded.

Sych sized you up as he frowned, clearly not happy that he was ignored. “Now, now, why rush right into business. Why don’t you sit and chat a while huh? Then we can get to it.”

“Nah, we’re gonna get to business now. Unlike you, I like to get to bed early.”

Sych chuckled at this, a loud laugh that echoed in the alley you all were in. “All business and no fun huh? Relax darling, I have what you want right here.”

You watched as he rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a small box. He carefully uncapped it and presented the goods inside. It took everything in you to not leap for the box and make a run for it, however, Astra placed a hand on your knee as if he could read your thoughts. You took a deep breath and let it out.

“Here it is, the most high tech security system of our time. Pop this beauty in and anyone within a fifty feet radius will be analyzed and either let through or eliminated. Now my question is, you got the funds?”

“Of course we have the funds,” you scoffed, offended that he would imply that you didn’t.

You readied the agreed amount, presenting the number to Sych. He looked over the details before smiling.

“Excellent, go ahead and transfer it over.”

You nodded and pressed send, the amount immediately leaving your account and ending up in his. As soon as he confirmed the Neuro credits were there, he handed over the chip. You grasped the box tightly and put it in your pocket for safekeeping and made to get up. The job was done so there was no need to hang around.

However, as you began to walk away with Astra in tow, you were stopped in your tracks by two of the men. You were not sure why they stopped you both, but you could feel your temper rising at their actions.

“What the fuck is this?!” You exclaimed, “get out of our way.”

“No, no, no y/n. There seems to be a problem,” Sych said.

You turned around and stared at the man, confused at his statement. He smirked at you, his face screaming ‘I caught you.’

“You thought you could infect my cyberware with that transfer didn’t you? Cause that’s what seems to be happening. Good thing I have modifications to protect against just that.”

“The fuck are you talking about? There’s no virus with that transfer,” you countered, but your voice wavered as you were unsure of yourself.

‘Echo’ you thought. This screamed your group’s tech guru all over.

“I don’t like being fucked over y/n. Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to hand over that chip back and then leave or we will kill you. Sounds like a deal?”

Hand the chip over? That would not be an option, you needed the Neuro credits so you could survive, you were banking on it. You could feel Astra begging you to see reason from beside you, but you ignored him and continued to stare at Sych.

“Absolutely not. We had a deal. We trade the chip for 300,000 Neuro credits. You got the funds, we have the chip, so we can leave.”

You turned to walks towards your car when it happened. There was a brief silence and then a loud crack followed by your scream piercing the air. Another crack resounded in the area, causing you to scream again. You fell to the ground, an agonizing pain in your right leg and lower abdomen causing you to howl.

You stared at the sky as more cracks filled the air and men screamed. Your vision went in and out, the buildings above you turning fuzzy with each passing moment. You could hear a ringing in your ears, the sound so loud, it was driving you insane. Your hand went to your belly and you felt something cold and liquid. With what little strength you had, you eyed your hand, letting out a groan as you recognized your hand was covered in blood.

You laid there in agony, thinking this is the end, you were going to die. And as the night sky slowly disappeared, you slipped into the dark, your mind going black and your body relaxing as the pain dissipated. — — You heard soft music playing and you were warm and comfy. Maybe this is what heaven feels like or hell or wherever the hell you go after you die. You don’t want to open your eyes, not yet. You want to stay in this bliss for a little longer before you have to face the reality of your death.

However, you suddenly felt a presence near you, murmuring your name. That voice sounded almost like Hyunjin’s…but it couldn’t be. Not unless he died too. Your eyes snapped open and looked around, recognizing you were back in your apartment.

Hyunjin was sitting on the edge of your bed, looking at you with concern as he held a wet rag in his hand.

“Y/n! You’re awake!”

“Hyunjin?” You croaked, your voice not quite working.

“Shh, don’t talk. You just rest. I’ll get you some water,” Hyunjin said as he fussed over you.

You watched as he scampered over to the sink and filled a glass with water, just to hurry back to your side. He helped you sit up, your body stiff from lying down.

“Easy now,” he cautioned as he helped you drink.

You groaned as the water went down your throat, quenching your thirst. Once you were done, Hyunjin helped you get comfortable again, fluffing your pillows, making sure your blankets were tucked under you properly.

“Hyun, what happened?” You asked, curiosity getting the best of you. After all, last thing you remember, you were bleeding out on the street after the deal went wrong.

Hyunjin hesitated for a moment before saying, “you were shot multiple times, in the belly and leg y/n. You almost bled out but were able to be saved after reinforcements were called in. You’re patched up for the most part, but things probably won’t be the same for you due to your injuries and not really having the care you need…cause you know it’s expensive and there’s not really many surgeons here in Rosora.”

So you were shot, you thought so but in the chaos of it all you weren’t sure. And you weren’t able to get proper care, of course not, as you were on the bottom of the pole, broke, not anyone of any significance. Despite this, you wondered how the deal went wrong? You remember Sych saying there was a virus embedded in the transfer. Did someone from the group try and hack into his system?

You mind was wandering, going over everything you could remember, so much so that you didn’t hear Hyunjin call your name.

“Y/n!” He said again, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

You looked at your best friend and chuckled at the face he was making.

“Don’t worry about that okay? You just focus on resting and recovering. I have to run out and check on my bar, but I’ll be back a little later. Call me if you need me okay?”

You nodded and watched him get up and head out, the door shutting softly behind him. This world was really messed up, so much so you were screwed if you weren’t rich. Your family faced this dilemma too and look how they ended up. You were fuming, your anger rising as you spent the time laid up in bed. You wished you could do something about this misery, help bring down the higher ups. But how? How could you, one person do that?

You were interrupted by your phone ringing, the ID saying it was Echo.

“Hello?” You said, waiting for the man to say something.

“Oh! You’re awake! Good, I was hoping you would pull through after that disaster of a job. It’s okay though cause I have another proposition for you. One that can pay out big and bring down the rich dogs.”

At that your interest peaked, wanting to hear more of what he had to say.

“Go on,” you said, settling in bed more.

“We need you to break in Onyx corp. and steal data, data that can be used to come up with a cure to illnesses, take care of injuries, help ailments in general for all, no matter your status. This could be a huge breakthrough if we can get our hands on this. And the payout is huge. Fifty million Neuro credits. So what do you say?”

This would be a huge breakthrough, you had to agree. A way for everyone to be able to have medical care no matter their status? You were hooked just on that prospect as you sit in your sick bed yourself. You couldn’t help but imagine what your family would be doing today if they had access to such a thing. And all it would take is a simple upload to your cyberware and you’d have instant care.

Also, the payout was a huge bonus. You couldn’t help but imagine all the things you could buy and do with that many Neuro credits. You think you would have learned from taking this high stakes deals, but there was too much riding on this one. You really could be more than a cog in the wheel with this job. You’d regret it if you didn’t take it.

“Okay, I’m in,” you said simply, excitement brewing within you.

“Excellent! I’ll let Chan know. Oh and you will have a partner for this, you haven’t worked with him yet, but he’s good at these type of things.”

A partner? And one you haven’t worked with? Maybe things were too good to be true.

“Who is it?”

“His name is Minho. He joined the group about two years ago but usually sticks to high paying job, like this one. He’ll be good for this job. Only thing is, he can be a little stubborn, but don’t worry, you’ll be able to get around that I just know it. I’ll be in touch with the details of the job soon. Oh and Minho will stop by and visit you soon so you can get acquainted with each other.”

Before you could say anything else, Echo hung up leaving you speechless. Minho. He sounded like he was going to be a pain, but what could you do. You’d have to put up with him no matter what so you can get this data and the credits.

Maybe things were looking up for you. Maybe this would be your second change at life and one to make a difference at that. And hopefully this Minho will see it the same way as you do.

A week passed with you sitting at home recovering, slowly gaining your strength back. Hyunjin stayed by your side, caring for you when he didn’t have shifts at the bar. It was nice to spend time with your best friend, especially when you were sober and not shit faced after a night out of forgetting whatever job you most recently completed.

You had yet to tell him about this new job you took on, knowing he wouldn’t be too keen to accept it. But, he’s your best friend and you’d have to tell him at some point.

Both of you were snuggled on your couch, watching some lame show while snacking on some protein bars. You felt cozy and warm, sleep threatening to take hold as time went by. However, you forced yourself to stay awake as you needed to tell Hyunjin about the job. It was now or never.

“Hyun? Can I tell you something?” You asked, looking up at his face.

He looked down at you and lightly gave you a squeeze, “Of course, what’s on your mind?”

“Well, once I’m healed, I kinda took on a job…”

You let that sink in, the silence getting longer with each passing second. Hyunjin furrowed his eyes at your statement and you’re sure he was trying to make sure you said that you were accepting jobs again.

“Y/n, you just got hurt because of one of these jobs, shot multiple times may I add. Why do you want to continue putting yourself in danger?”

You let out a sigh. Of course he wouldn’t understand but maybe you could talk it through.

“This job is really important. Especially because I just got injured and you know... given my family history. This could help out all of humanity Hyun. I have to take this.”

Hyunjin was quiet for a moment, considering your words. He knew how much this meant to you and how much your past has affected you and now this. If you believe this a job that could help not only you but humanity as a whole who was he to stop you.

“Okay…just,” Hyunjin paused for a moment before pulling you closer. “Just be careful.”

“Always Hyun,” you whispered as you held him close, burying your head in his chest, breathing in his scent that has always calmed you.

You’d come back to him. You made a promise to your best friend and it was one you’d intend to keep.

-- --

The next day, you were cleaning up your space and airing out the place. It had been a while since you had tidied up a bit, being out of commission and all. You hummed the song that was playing on the radio and wiped down the table, a soft breeze blowing through your window and cooling off the room.

Your wounds still bothered you occasionally, but for the most part they had healed, as much as they could at least without extensive treatment. You had some additional scars now to your appearance, a wicked scar present on your leg and one on your belly. The faded pink spread across the skin in a delicate pattern, adding to the aesthetic of your appearance.

As you began cleaning your shower, there was a soft but demanding knock on your door. Muttering to yourself, you set your towel down and walked to the door, opening it with a frown on your face.

On the other side was a man with purple hair, the strands long and framing his face. His brown eyes bore into yours as he stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He was grimacing, almost as if he realized he was at the wrong apartment.

“Who are you?” You asked in a not so polite tone. He interrupted your cleaning after all.

“Minho,” he said simply as he continued to glare at you.

You regarded this man called Minho, eyeing his muscular arms to his toned legs. He had a scar that spanned from the right side of his scalp and ended just below his eye. He had modifications as well, the metal adorning both sides of his cheeks. He was decked out in black, his black tank hugging his torso and skinny jeans snug against his thighs. He had a couple of piercings in his ears, the silver reflecting off the light coming from your apartment.

He was beautiful, this you couldn’t deny, plus something about him made you want to jump him, squeeze him, fuck…

“Earth to Y/n, you gonna let me in?”

You snapped out of your reverie and stepped out of the way. Minho stepped into your apartment, eyeing your shitty sanctuary with curiosity. Before you could notice though, his face returned to a scowl.

“Well we’re working together and I told Echo I’d stopped by so here I am. He suggested we discuss a training schedule to get you back in the game since you know…” He said as he gestured toward your legs.

This little shit. What was he implying? That your injuries would slow you down? You felt you blood boiling, your face heating up as your temper rose.

“You little…” you began but was stopped mid-sentence as Minho held up a hand.

“He also said you’d most likely be ticked off. Listen we need to work together so we can get this done. I don’t care what happened to you, I just want to train, get this job done and then never have to see you again.”

You crossed your arms at that and huffed. You really didn't like his attitude, his sharp responses and snarky behavior getting on your last nerves. You just met the man, but you knew you hated him and seems as if the sentiment was shared.

“Fine.” You said as you turned around muttering 'asshole' as you went back to scrubbing your shower.

You imagined it was Minho’s head as you scrubbed the tiles, imagining erasing that smug look off of his face. You were lost in your own world when you felt a presence behind you.

Turning around you looked up and noticed Minho staring at your ass.

“Uhh can I help you?” You asked with a smirk.

Minho continued to look at you, not even trying to hide the focus of his attention.

“No, not at all. Keep cleaning.”

You shook your head and turned back to scrubbing, putting your all with each stroke. You decided to tease him, sticking out your ass even more so he could get a good look at something he’d never have. You wiggled your hips and arched your back, presenting for the man standing behind you.

Once you were done, you hosed the shower down and turned the water off. Turning around, you chuckled as you took in the sight of Minho. His eyes were dilated and breathing heavy. Your eyes traveled down briefly to his pants and widened as you noticed a thick bulge threatening to pop out of his pants. Damn he must be big.

Quickly you looked back to his face, blushing as you noticed he saw you looking.

“I’ll see you tomorrow bright and early kitten.”

Minho turned on his heels and exited your apartment, the door closing softly behind him.

What just happened. You stood there stunned, not sure what to think or do after that introduction. This was going to be fun you thought as you walked to your kitchen to grab a snack.

-- --

True to his word, Minho was at your door bright and early, ready to train. You weren’t as enthused, but begrudgingly grabbed your bag and followed him out the door and down the hallway to the lift.

Once on ground level, he walked over to a sleek black car, opening the drivers side and getting in.

“Well get in,” he said impatiently as you stood on the curb.

You opened the door and slid in, ogling the plush leather seats and interior of the car. Everything inside was clean, almost as if it was brand new.

The ride to the gym was silent, Minho staring straight ahead as he drove to Cyberlina. He pulled into a parking spot and got out, waiting for you to exit as well.

He walked up to the gyms door and ushered you inside, and made his way to the front desk.

“Lee,” he said to the receptionist, who nodded and walked away guiding you two to an empty but private practice room.

Minho stepped in and began prepping for your session, his back to you the entire time. Once he was done, he noticed you were just standing there.

“Why are you just standing there? Need some help kitten?”

You looked at him noticing the smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes and began to unpack your bag. This man was going to be the death of you.

Practice went on and Minho helped you rebuild your strength, assisting you with stretches and various drills. You were definitely out of shape and as much as you wanted to admit he was wrong about needing to help you train, you had to say this was needed as you had lost a lot of mobility since your last job.

As practice came to an end, you could barely walk, your muscles sore and tense from the intense session. You were more than happy to sit down and catch your breath for a moment.

Minho noticed your predicament, concern on his face that maybe he worked you too hard.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his eyebrow raised as he assessed you.

“I’ll be fine,” you said with a wave of your hand. “Let’s go.”

Minho nodded and you both walked back to his car. He drove you back to your apartment in silence, focusing on the road as everyone was out and about making their way to clubs and bars to get drunk once again.

At your building, you bid him goodbye and made your way home, happy that there was a lift instead of stairs, as you’re not sure you would have made it otherwise.

Once inside, you turned on the water and stripped your clothes off and stepped under the stream. You quickly washed yourself and then got out, dressing hurriedly before collapsing in bed.

As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out, tired from exhaustion. Hopefully you’ll gain your strength back and then you’ll be back to how you were before the accident.

-- —

Training continued, Minho went hard on you and pushed you to your limits. Everyday you found yourself getting stronger, your stamina building. You didn’t arrive home exhausted anymore but now energized, ready to keep the action going.

Another thing that changed was your relationship with Minho. You both have now developed a tolerable bond with each other, both of you falling in step comfortably. He still pushed your buttons and carried the attitude, but you found a pleasurable feeling was present whenever he smirked at you, his plush lips rising up as he teased you.

The tension was so palpable at times that you felt like you couldn’t take it, needing to get some air to calm down.

Today was one of those days after Minho helped you with your aim, his soft hands helping you prop your arm how it should be. His palms were running over your hips to adjust your stance, the feeling electric as his hands touched your skin.

Your panties were soaked with your arousal, the cotton sticking to your skin. You felt your vision go fuzzy, as you stared at your target, Minho's warm breath tickling your neck as he waited for you to pull the trigger.

You refocused, needing to get him away from you as quick as possible. You squinted your eyes briefly, lining up your field of vision on your target. Taking a deep breath, you slowly let it go before pulling the trigger, your shoulder jerking slightly with the recoil as the bullet hit the center of the dummy’s chest.

“Very good kitten,” Minho whispered in your ear causing shivers to run down your spine.

You swallowed and slowly turned around to face him, blush tinting your cheeks as he stared into your eyes. You set the gun down on the table, so that way no one’s legs would get shot off.

“What’s wrong hmm?” He cooed as he stepped closer. “You’re always so feisty and have something to say, cat got your tongue?”

You shook your head no, words eluding you as he was standing right in front of you. You closed your eyes, succumbing to his scent and his warm hand as it found its way to your cheek, slowly stroking the skin as you took shallow breaths.

A moment passed and then two and then you felt his lips on yours, soft and gentle as if he was testing it out. However, the dynamic shifted suddenly as he bit your lower lip and deepened the kiss, pulling you flush to his body.

You let out a moan as his hands roamed your body and traced every curve as if he was memorizing the dips and turns of your body. He licked your bottom lip, and shoved his tongue into your mouth to dance with yours. He kissed you slow but with passion, his hard on evident within his pants as he rutted into your thigh.

You rolled your hips against him as you clutched his shirt but all too soon he pulled away causing you to let out a whine.

“Needy kitten,” he teased as he ran his thumb along the corner of his lip, collecting any spit that was leftover.

“Let’s get you home hmm,” Minho said as he turned around to pack his bag.

The car ride was tense, neither one of you speaking after your encounter. You watched the buildings pass by out of your window, eyeing the run down corners, filled with crowds of people huddled together with bottles in their hands.

However, as you stared at them, your mind went to the kiss, how his lips felt on yours, gentle yet demanding. How his hands felt on your body like a brand that was searing your skin, leaving it to feel hot and tinglingly once he removed his hand.

Your mind was still on him when you felt a hand on your knee, shaking you out of your thiughts.

“We’re here,” Minho said softly.

You looked out the window and sure enough he was right, as you recognized the tattered building that you called home. You got out of the car without saying a word and made your way to your apartment.

Once inside, you quickly changed and grabbed a glass to fix something strong and taking a sip followed by tossing back the rest, the liquor sliding down nice and easy. You filled your cup up some more right as someone knocked on your door. You knocked the drink back and went to open the door.

On the other side was Axel, smirking as he usually does when he shows up at your doorstep. Maybe it was the liquor that was sitting nicely on your belly or maybe it was just your long, complicated history with your ex or it could also have been the thought of that kiss you shared with Minho but you pulled Axel in your lips locking with his instantly in a heated kiss.

You kicked the door shut and tumbled through your apartment, both of you fumbling to get your clothes off as quick as possible. You succumbed to the lust, as Axel pleasured your body, your mind set on a certain purple haired man instead.

And as your orgasm hit, you felt an ounce of shame as you couldn’t help but wish it was Minho’s name you were screaming instead of this dead beat on top of you.

You let your ex stay the night, needing company. You knew you’d regret it tomorrow but consequences be damned. As you stared at your reflection in the mirror, you couldn’t help but notice how tired you looked as dark circles were under your eyes, your modifications making you look like a zombie instead of the typical you.

You splashed some water on your face, flinching as you heard Axel behind you, his arms snaking around your waist causing you to cringe.

Right as you were about to escape his grasp, there was a knock on your door. You quickly scampered over, not caring that you were only in a tank top and skimpy panties.

As the door opened, you gasped at your visitor. Minho was standing there, two coffees in hand, and his eyebrows raised at your appearance.

“Well good morning to you too,” he teased, his eyes running down your body and back up.

He stepped in your apartment, ignoring how you were silent as you were still stunned. However, he stopped short, his eyes on Axel who was frozen in place as well.

“Who the fuck are you?” Minho asked, his temper rising at the thought of another man’s hands on you.

Minho knew he had no right to be angry, it’s not like you two were together. However, over the last few weeks, he’s felt a change in his feelings. His heart raced when you walked in the room, your feisty demeanor turning him on as you clapped back at whatever he just said.

You were absolutely stunning too which was icing on the cake. And here you were, in nothing but a tank top that didn't hide anything from the imagination and panties that might as well shouldn’t be there, with a man that’s not him.

Minho glared at the asshole, taking in his piercings and tattoos and his douche bag of a look. He turned to you as he saw panic on your face. Good, you should feel like you just got caught.

“This is Axel….he’s my ex.”

Minho stared at you in shock before looking back at the man in question.

“Him? He’s your ex? Oh kitten you could do so much better.”

You stared at Minho, ready to clap back, but Axel beat you to it. You noticed the look on his face and panicked, knowing that he had quite the temper and you didn’t want a fight on your hands.

“Umm Axel, why don’t you leave?” You said cautiously, putting out the fire before it started.

“Really? Whatever whore. Should have known you were just a piece of good pussy.”

At that Minho handed you the coffees and charged at Axel, bringing back his fist and connecting it to the man’s face. You heard a crunch and a yowl as Axel clutched his nose, blood dripping down his face.

“Get the fuck out.” Minho sneered.

Axel grabbed his stuff and dashed for the door, slamming it behind him. You set the coffees down and rushed to Minho, cradling his hand to your chest.

“Are you okay?” You asked, as you began to examine his hand.

You fussed with making sure there was no swelling, tsking at the scrapes that were present on his knuckles.

“Kitten, I’m okay,” Minho chuckled, tickled that you were so concerned for him. “Are you okay?” He followed up with as he brushed his good hand down your cheek.

You looked up him, taking in his softened facial features as he gazed sweetly at you. It was almost like it was a different Minho standing in front of you.

He bit his lip, pulling at the skin there as he stepped closer to you. You held your breath as he leaned down, slowly, slowly until he pressed his lips to yours. He wrapped his arms around you and deepened the kiss and capturing your moans.

He walked you backwards until you reached your bed, your back falling on the mattress as you let out a huff. You laid there staring at him, neither one of you making a move or saying a word. Instead you both listened to the cars on the street outside your windows, the damn neighbors of yours arguing once more, and the sound of a tv in another neighbors apartment.

Your eyes roamed his body, landing in his bulge that was ever present, leaving nothing to the imagination. Minho smirked when he noticed your attention on him, watching as you squeezed your thighs together as arousal dripped out of your pussy.

Taking a step and another step, Minho reached for his shirt as he said, “Let me fuck you better than your ex ever has yeah?”

You gasped speechless and spread your legs as he lowered his body onto yours, his shirt discarded elsewhere. You placed your hands on his chest, softly drifting them over his tanned skin. His eyes burned into yours as you came to his nipples and circled your finger over the peaked bud, smiling as he let out a low groan.

“Enough kitten,” Minho sneered as he pushed your hands out of the way.

He gripped your shirt and lifted it over your head, your breasts freed and available for him to gaze at. You sighed as he cupped the flesh and messaged them gently in his hands, brushing his thumbs across your nipples occasionally.

You arched your back at the sensation, his gentle touch driving you insane. You let out a mewl and said, “need you Minho.”

“Yeah?” He said as he smirked, his hands reaching for the waistband of your panties.

He pulled them down your legs and spread them wider, his eyes on your wet pussy. He groaned as he eyed your sopping core as he did himself of his pants and boxers, his cock springing free. You held your breath at the sight of his cock, his size the biggest you’ve ever had.

“Gonna fuck you so good kitten, make this pussy mine.”

“Please,” you said as you gestured for him to come closer.

Minho shuffled between your legs, getting comfortable as he slapped his cock against your folds and clit. His eyes were trained on your entrance as he pushed the tip of his cock down and in, moaning as your walls sucked him in.

“You’re so tight kitten, ex must have not been fucking you good,” Minho sneered as he pounded into you, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as your walls wrapped his cock.

Minho was losing his mind, you were wet, your slick coating your thighs, the sound heavenly as his hips met yours. He grabbed a handful of your breasts and kneaded the flesh, his eyes boring into yours.

You hated yet loved how his cock felt, hitting your spots just right, sending shocks of pleasure through you. You moaned with each thrust, your pussy letting him know just how good he was fucking you. However, the more he fucked you, the angrier you got, furious at how smug he is and how he thinks he can just waltz in here and take you.

“Fuck me harder Minho, can barely feel you,” you teased, smirking at the shock in his face.

Your gaze faltered however as Minho’s face turned feral, his ears turning red the angrier he got.

“Oh yeah? Can’t feel me huh kitten?”

At his words, he withdrew his cock and flipped you around and maneuvered you on your hands and knees. You barely had time to register the new position as his cock breached your entrance and he began thrusting into you at a fast pace.

Skin slapping skin rang throughout your apartment, your moans so loud you’re sure the neighbors could hear you. Minho let out a grunt as he bent over you and pushed your head into the mattress and bit down on your shoulder causing you to yelp.

“Can you feel me now? Huh? Feel me in this tight pussy of yours? Take it kitten, take every inch.”

Your pussy clenched at his words and a gush of fluids leaked out of your hole, dripping onto the bed and his pelvis, making an absolute mess. You could barely breath as you felt the coil build in your belly before snapping, your orgasm hitting hard and fast as your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the sensation.

“Did you come? Such a sweet kitten for me,” Minho cooed as he pressed sloppy kisses to your back.

You laid there drunk on his cock, taking what he gave you, listening to him grunt above you. It was becoming too much and you began to cry out at the overstimulation. Minho sped up before stilling his hips, spurts of his cum painting your walls white.

You could hear his moans as he emptied himself inside you, his hands drawing patterns on your back. As he came down, he pressed gentle kisses to your neck, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Finally, he withdrew once more and helped you lay down on your back, pulling you close to his body to cuddle.

“You did good for me kitten,” he said as he pulled the blanket over both of you.

You felt good, which honestly was an understatement, your mind hazy, your body floating as you slowly succumbed to the warmth of Minho’s body.

The next morning you awoke and rolled over while stretching, but stopped short when you ran into a body instead. Your eyes popped open in surprise, confused for a moment on who was in your bed.

But then you remembered Minho and the night you spent together and you could feel the warmth creep up to your cheeks and your pussy clench in longing for his cock. Almost as if he could feel you looking at him, Minho opened his eyes and found yours in his sleepy haze, a smirk on his face.

Minho looked even more beautiful in the early morning hours, his eyes big and filled with sleep as he gazed at you, his lashes blinking away the long strands of hair that fell into his eyes. You thought he would have been gone by the time you woke up, but here he was, pulling you closer to his body as he buried his face in your hair.

“Morning kitten,” he said, his voice muffled as he nuzzled your head.

You whimpered as you clutched onto his shirt, pushing your lower half against his erection, the thought of his length filling you up causing your slick to leak out and coat your thighs.

It’s almost as if he could read your mind because he snaked his hand down between you two, grasping his hard cock just to sheath himself within you. You let out a moan as he filled you, the pleasure and slight sting feeling so good.

You both were a tangle of breathy moans and gasps as Minho rutted against you, his cock hitting your spot just right at this angle. He kept his head buried in your hair, his arms wrapped around your body as you buried your head in his chest.

Ever so slowly, your high built within, the feeling expanding until it built to crescendo, little shocks of pleasure spreading from your pussy to your legs all the way down to your toes.

You moaned Minho’s name as he continued to thrust within you, listening to his breathing increase as he reached his high, his cum filling you up and leaking onto the sheets. As you both came down from your highs, you clutched onto each other, savoring this slow moment together before the day began.

“Kitten, we have to get up yeah?” Minho murmured as he stroked your hair.

You wanted to lay here forever, warm in his embrace, the shitty world forgotten; however, you knew you had to get up, face the world and this job that was looming in the horizon.

You and Minho shuffled around, preparing to get ready to meet with Chan and the others. Neither one of you said a word, both of you understanding the seriousness of the situation that you both would be entering into later today.

You dressed in your black pants and black tank top, pulling on your boots as well. You outfitted your eyes on midnight blue eyeshadow to match your hair, your eyes accentuated by the color.

“Ready?” Minho asked as he stood by the door.

You nodded and followed him out of the door, joining the others of Rosora. The weather was nice which was promising, as completing jobs when it was raining or storming out was not really ideal.

Minho drove you both to your groups meetings spot and joined the others who were gathered around the warehouse, quietly mingling with each other. You stood in the corner, Minho joining you, his hand resting gently on your back.

The chatter died down over the next few moments as Chan entered looking determined. He looked around those gathered before speaking.

“Okay, let’s go over the plan one more time. Echo will hack into the security system and disarm it, giving us an in into the building. However, you will need to neutralize the guards however you see fit, although if we could avoid any casualties that would be best. Echo will also be on the lookout and clear a path for you as you make your way through the building. Astra will help you with any of your enhancements before you go. Let’s get this piece of data and change humanity.”

You shared a look with Minho before Chan approached you two.

“We’re counting on you two,” he said with hope.

You both nodded and watched him walk away to speak with the others. You began to check your enhancements, making sure they were all in working order. You had a variety of different ones that came in handy depending upon the situation, such as enhanced vision, one to help you with stealth, and a cool down after firing your built in weapon-a small pistol you reserved for the most severe of cases.

Minho checked his as well, as his included enhanced vision and hearing which will definitely come in handy for this job. Once done, you both walked back to his car.

The office was in Farlan, the business district, where all the wealthy resided and worked. You looked out the window, watching as the scenery changed from run down and people ambling around with no purpose, to nice skyscrapers with up kept greenery and clean streets. Those who walked the street were put together, dressed nicely as they made their way to their destinations.

It amazed but disgusted you how there was a difference between the two zones, how one lived in luxury while the other lived in squalor.

Onyx corp. was located in a large skyscraper, the sign indicating so big and present. No one was coming in or out, the company being closed today, hence why today was chosen.

Minho pulled to a parking lot a few buildings away, both of you getting out and stretching your legs after the drive. Walking to the building was nerve wracking, both of you dressed in a way that seemed out of place compared to those of Farlan.

As you approached the side door into the building, you heard Echo give you both the go ahead, the door opening automatically for you. Inside the building, it was dark and quiet, the halls empty as everyone was off.

There were no alarms, the security alarms and cameras turned off. Minho gestured for you to follow him, as he walked further into the entry way, walking ahead to what seemed like a set of elevators.

However, half way there you heard a set of footsteps followed by a flash of light. Quickly, Minho pulled you behind a wall, both of you holding your breaths as a guard patrolled the area, flashlight in hand. Minho focused on the guard and took in the guards weak points using his enhanced vision.

Once locked in, Minho gestured to you that he would take the guard. You nodded and watched as he waited until the precise moment the guard approached the area you two were hiding and lounged out grabbing the guard by wrapping his arm around his neck and applying pressure.

The guard stumbled and began to make strangled sounds, his hands clutching at Minho’s arms as he fought to get free. However, Minho had the advantage and increased the pressure on the man’s neck until he slumped down unconscious.

Minho dragged him behind the wall where you both were hiding and went on your way. As you approached the elevator, you gazed around taking in the grandeur and lavishness of the room, tsking in disgust. They really have everything, you thought.

The elevator pinged, the doors opening and you two stepped in pressing the penthouse floor button. The doors slowly closed and the elevator began to ascend quietly. You both stood in silence until a thought came in your head.

“I will be the one who hacks in the system to grab the data,” you said, looking expectantly at Minho.

“Absolutely not,” Minho said not giving your demand a moments thought.

“Why not? I deserve this after everything I’ve been through.” You let out a huff and crossed your arms. Yes you were being petty, but hey you wanted to be the one who nabbed the prize. You owed it to your family and to yourself.

“Kitten, I will be the one to grab the data. Not another word about it yeah?”

You glared at the man next to you, “you son of a bitch. You don’t own me. I will be the one to steal the data.”

You looked straight ahead in defiance, proud of yourself for sticking it him. This was your job after all, he’s just a side character in all of this.

One moment you were staring at the elevator doors, a smirk on your face and next you were pushed against the wall, Minho caging your body in as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Listen here kitten,” he murmured, his voice echoing in your ear. “You are feisty, but bad girls get punished and I don’t want to punish you. You will let me get the data and you will be a good kitten and help. Got it?”

Your breath caught at his words, warmth filling your core at his dominance. Your eyes found his, taking in his dilated pupils and look full of lust.

“No,” you said simply, a look of pure defiance on your face. You would not give into him, doesn’t matter that you slept with him.

Minho’s raised an eyebrow and breathed out a sigh. He leaned away to press the pause button, the elevator coming to a halt. He quickly walked back to you and caged you against the wall once more as he brought a hand to your pants and slipped them inside to touch you wet pussy.

He smirked as he slid his finger through your folds and lazily circled your clit, taking in your strangled gasps as you tried not to moan.

“Why are you wet kitten? You working after all,” he teased as he sped up his fingers, the glide easy as he spread your arousal around your clit.

“Minho…fuck!” You moaned as he slightly applied more pressure.

You gripped his arms as your breath came out in pants, your high approaching hard and fast. Minho bit his lips and watched you fall apart on his fingers, chuckling as you began to rock your hips.

“That’s it kitten, so naughty getting off on the job. Echo is on the other end of this line. He can hear you. Every. Single. Word. “

You mewled out as you released over his fingers, your squeals high pitched as Minho continued to circle your clit, his eyes straight on yours.

You slowly came down, resting your head on his chest and tried to regulate your breathing. Minho removed his fingers and sucked them into his mouth and moaned as he tasted you.

“So sweet kitten,” he sighed as he walked back to the panel and pressed the pause button again, the elevator moving once more.

You were quiet as it continued its ascent. You arrived at the pent house floor, the doors slowly opening revealing a long dark hallway. Minho exited first, with you following closely behind.

The floor was quiet, eerily so. You got an uneasy feeling that someone was watching you, their eyes peering from behind a corner waiting to pounce. You activated your stealth mode, your footsteps becoming light and airy.

Minho came to a sudden stop, his ears glowing as they picked up a sound from one of the many rooms. He turned to the right and coming out of the shadows was a man and woman, dressed similarly, with a belt full of knives and an assault rifle in their hands.

They must be Nyx and Strider, the other guards for the company. You held your breath as they got closer but then stopped in their tracks, guns raised at the ready.

“Who the fuck are you?” The man yelled as he adjusted his gun, ready to fire at a moments notice.

Minho raised his hands up and kept eye contact on the two guards. “We mean no harm, just strolling through.”

“Stop fucking with us, I will shoot no questions asked.”

You knew they would, they seemed more of the shoot now ask later type of people. You could hear Echo telling you and Minho to keep stalling as he worked on a solution.

“Hey now,” you said as you stepped forward, “let’s not be hostile, let’s be friends yeah? Or how about this, I’ll give you a free show yeah? I’m sure you’re interested in what I have to offer,” you cooed.

You could feel Minho bristle in anger behind you but you paid him no mind. The two guards slightly lowered their guns as you started to take your jacket off, revealing your piercings and cleavage.

Their eyes honed in on your breasts as you started to untie the tie on your shirt, areas of skin being revealed inch by inch. Right as you were about to whisk your top off, an alarm sounded elsewhere in the building, loud and shrill in the quiet building.

“Shit,” Strider cursed under his breath.

“Sorry I’m sure you had lots of offer for us sweetheart but duty calls.”

Suddenly, they opened fire causing you to shriek as a rain of bullets pelted your way. There were yellow and orange flashes of lights as the guns went off, the shooters aiming anywhere they could as they swept the area.

Minho quickly pushed you out of the way, both of you rolling slightly on the ground, but away from the parade of bullets. You huddled against him as you listened to the gunfire, your mind going back to the incident with Astra.

Minho wrapped his arms around you to cradle you to him as smoke filled the hallway, providing cover over both of you. He could tell you were scared as you trembled in his arms.

You’re not sure how long you both stayed huddled like that, but minutes passed as the gunfire ceased and the smoke lifted. Minho activated his hearing enhancement, listening for any sign of movement or chatter.

Hearing neither he sat up a little bringing you with him.

“Are you okay kitten?” He asked, concern in his voice as he assessed you.

You nodded yes and wiped a stray tear that had fallen down your face.

“Good. Now don’t ever do that again. You are mine got it?” Minho countered, his voice gruff.

“Okay,” you agreed, still a little shaken up from what just happened.

As you two sat there, Echo came on and said, “you both should be clear the rest of the way. Get the data and get out of there.”

Minho nodded and stood up, offering his hand to you. You grabbed it and pulled yourself up, dusting the soot and dust from your clothes. You tied your top back and started to walk towards Cipher’s office.

As you came to the double doors, Echo made himself known again. “Doors unlocked. Good luck.”

Minho pushed them open and stepped in with you following behind. You took in the large office, spotless and industrial seeming, no ounce of personality in the space. Along one wall was a couch with many pillows, seeming the comfiest spot in the arid room. On the other wall was a large panel with blinking lights, a soft motor running in the background.

As you both approached, you expected an alarm to go off from some invisible barrier, but nothing happened, the area quiet as ever.

“Okay, let’s do this. Kitten?”

You looked at Minho in surprise. He was gesturing for you to walk forward and started the transfer. You smiled and looked at the panel, searching for a terminal to input your device.

Once you located it, you inserted the device, a click sounding as you pressed start. In less than a few seconds, the transfer was done and you logged off and relaxed your device back in your pocket.

“Got it, let’s go.”

Minho smiled at you and took your hand as both of you quickly exited the barren office.

“Excellent work!” Echo exclaimed, “Now get out. We’ll meet back at Neon City.”

You both backtracked your steps, shockingly not running into any more personnel. It seemed strange but stopping wasn’t an option, so you continued to head for the side door.

As you both stepped out into the blazing sun, you shielded your eyes as they adjusted the the bright light. Minho led you to the car, starting it and immediately pressing the gas once you were in.

“Fuck, we did it.” You said in awe, eyeing the piece of data in your inventory.

“Of course kitten, we make a great team huh,” Minho teased.

You chuckled and looked out the window, watching as Farlan disappeared and the scenery slowly turned back into run down Rosora. Minho didn’t stop until he got to Cyberlina, parking in the spot he usually used when he trained you.

You walked to Hyunjin’s bar, smiling big as you approached him. His eyes lit up at the sight of you followed by a look of relief as he realized you were safe. He eyed Minho, sizing him up as you got closer to him. He knew of your feelings about Minho, but he wasn’t up to speed about your little night spent together yet, so you understood his hesitation.

Hyunjin pointed you to one of the private rooms and you both entered the small room to join Chan, Astra, Echo and a few others.

“Welcome back you two,” Chan said as he gave you both a wide grin.

You and Minho sat down amongst the cheers. You picked up a beer and popped the cap and took a long swig, savoring the wheaty taste on your tongue.

“Now where’s the data? Let’s crack this puppy open.”

You transferred the file to Chan who immediately got to work cracking the code to unlock the file. Echo pitched in when needed and between the both of them, the my were successful. Everyone held their breath as they waited to see what the secret was, the one that would make them rich.

However, as time went on, Chan frowned as he didn’t seem to like what he was looking at.

“There’s no code here…it’s not here!” He said, his voice getting louder with each word.

“What do you mean it’s not there?” You asked incredulously.

Chan sat in silence, his face red and eyes murderous as he considered the possibilities of what could have gone wrong. The only thing you could think of was you and Minho were duped and maybe Onyx Corp. knew you were coming, replacing the original code with a fake.

If that’s the case, then who? Who would betray the group like that?

“We will get that code, we have to…” Chan said as he now paced the small room, back and forth, back and forth.

There was silence as everyone looked at the leader, wondering what was going to happen now. The buyer would be expecting the data soon and no one had it.

Chan stopped pacing and stared out at everyone, “We will meet up tomorrow, I need to come up with a plan.”

With that, he walked out of the door, his hands balled up into fists, everyone else filed out after him…everyone except you and Minho. You both sat in silence, considering what had just occurred. What would happen now?

You looked up as the door opened and Hyunjin walked in, a couple of shot glasses and a bottle in hand.

“Figured this was called for,” he said as he sat the items down and then sat on the couch next to you.

He popped open the bottle and filled each shot glass up before handing you each one. You took yours and tossed it back, flinching as the liquor slid down your throat and settled in your stomach. Hyunjin filled your glass up once more and you tossed it back before leaning on the couch, your gaze to the ceiling.

There goes your chance at a better life, the 50 million neuro credits on your mind. You could have upgraded your apartment to a less shittier one. Food would be plentiful as you wouldn’t have to worry about how you would pay. You wouldn’t have had to work for a while if you didn’t want to.

But most of all, the future would have been bright for all, as an enhancement could have been made to help those who were injured or ill, saving their lives as they wouldn’t have to worry about Neuro credits and paying for treatment. All of that went out the window with this dupe.

At first you felt sad, your heart sinking as this dream disappeared, slowly getting further and further out of reach. How many others had to suffer at the hands of the wealthy? They sat in their fancy homes, never having to worry about where their meals would come from, or having to worry about succumbing to illness like your family did. They didn’t have to work dangerous jobs just to afford rent for a shitty apartment.

No, they didn’t care and they definitely don’t want this information getting out, to help society as a whole. Here, you could have anything technologically advanced except for the most basic needs, which definitely was fucked up.

As time passed and you sat there in silence, listening to the bass of the beat playing outside the door, you felt your rage grow, slowly and steadily, the fire lighting in your heart. You were going to get that data if it was the last thing you’d do on this miserable earth.

Turning to Minho, you crossed your arms demanding his attention. He raised his eyebrows at you, his cheeks already flushed from the liquor, as he waited for you to speak.

“We’re going to get that data. We have to. I won’t let them get away with this. Are you with me?”

Minho looked at you for a while, his expression unreadable. You could hear Hyunjin shuffle behind you and clear his throat, most likely feeling unease at your determination. You ignored him however and continued to stare at Minho, waiting his answer.

Finally, Minho let out a sigh and sat up straighter, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. You didn’t dare look away, your gaze set on his as you awaited his answer with bated breath.

Minho smirked and leaned over to press a wet kiss to your lips before pulling back and saying with finality, “Absolutely. Let’s go show those bastards.”

You grinned and placed your hand over his, nuzzling your face into his palm. Who would have thought you would fall for this stubborn and demanding man? You’re happy you did and now you have a partner in crime.

You thought for a while and then turned to Hyunjin while still holding Minho’s hand. You had the future to plan revenge against Onyx corp. but tonight, you could be carefree for a little with your lover and best friend right?

“What’s up?” Hyunjin asked, seeing the question burning in your eyes.

You grinned at his response, knowing your best friend always knows what’s on your mind.

So with resolve you said, “Bring out the best stock you have. I think we need to forget what happened tonight and then tomorrow start to plan our attack against those bastards.”

Hyunjin nodded and got up to leave while Minho smirked, satisfied with your plan. Oh Onyx Corp. will not know what hit them by the time you were done.

That’s for damn sure.

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kikimurphys · 3 days ago

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The Wrap Party (Part 7)

“Oat flat white?” you asked, handing him his coffee.

“Right here,” he replied, taking it from you with a nod of thanks. “And you?” he asked as he sipped his drink.

“Almond vanilla latte,” you said, holding up your cup before taking a sip. A contented hum escaped you. “Mmm, this is nice,” you mused, casting a glance back at the cozy coffee shop.

The two of you strolled around the bustling market, weaving through the crowd as you picked up ingredients for the roasted beef and salad Cillian promised to make. Along the way, you grabbed a few essentials to stock his kitchen—something it sorely needed.

He wore sunglasses, a subtle attempt to keep a low profile, though you still caught a few curious glances from passersby. Walking side by side, you found yourselves chatting about food preferences and habits, the conversation flowing easily.

“You should always buy local,” you lectured playfully, holding up a bunch of fresh tomatoes. “Store-bought ones are so lame.”

He smirked, clearly amused. “I usually just shop online and have everything delivered, but I can see your point. There’s definitely a difference between fruit cut in a plastic box and something freshly picked.”

You grinned, pleased with his concession. “The other day, I was in such a rush I grabbed blueberries from the store, and I swear, they were awful. Big, sour, and just... wrong. Nothing like these,” you said, gesturing toward a small crate of plump, vibrant blueberries.

Cillian smirked, picking one from the crate and popping it into his mouth. “Alright, you’ve sold me. Let’s grab some. Anything else you want to convert me on before we head back?”

“You’ll thank me later,” you teased, tossing the blueberries into your basket alongside fresh herbs, tomatoes, and a loaf of crusty bread. With coffees in hand, the two of you made your way back to his apartment, arms full of fresh groceries and stomachs rumbling with anticipation.

Back at his apartment, the smell of roasted beef filled the air, mingling with the fresh herbs and citrus he’d tossed into the salad. The two of you sat at the small dining table, your glasses of wine catching the afternoon light streaming through the windows.

“This is incredible,” you said, gesturing toward your plate with your fork. “I wasn’t expecting you to be such a good cook.”

“Well,” he began, leaning back in his chair with a playful smirk, “I’ve picked up a few things here and there. But it’s easier when you’ve got someone to impress.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the blush creeping up your neck. “Flattery and food? Dangerous combination.”

The conversation flowed easily as you finished your meal, laughing over anecdotes and sharing little snippets of your lives. It felt natural—no awkward pauses, no overthinking. Just two people enjoying each other’s company.

“So,” he asked as he topped off your wine glass, “what are you working on now? Fashion Week’s over, isn’t it?”

You nodded, swirling the wine in your glass. “It is, yeah. Award season’s ramping up, though, so there are a few styling gigs coming through. Nothing concrete yet, but it keeps me busy.”

“Sounds chaotic,” he mused, resting his chin on his hand. “And exciting.”

“What about you? What’s on the docket?”

He grinned, leaning forward slightly. “I’m starting production for the 28 Days Later sequel in September.”

Your eyes widened in excitement. “Wait, that’s really happening? I’d heard rumors, but nothing official!”

“Top secret,” he said with mock seriousness, pressing a finger to his lips.

You laughed, shaking your head. “I actually saw 28 Days Later a few years after it came out. There was this tiny theater on Sixth Street, right near my neighborhood. I went there all the time, even when I didn’t have enough money. The old man at the ticket booth would just let me in. They always played older or lesser-known movies... well, lesser-known in America, at least.”

“Not many of those theaters left now, huh?” he said, a touch of nostalgia in his voice.

“No, not anymore. That one was magical, though. I have such good memories there,” you replied, your tone softening.

“Sounds like the kind of place where the experience is more about the vibe than the film itself,” he mused, leaning back in his chair.

“Exactly.” You smiled. “Not that your film wasn’t great—don’t get me wrong. 28 Days Later scared the hell out of me. I spent the whole night convinced zombies were going to crash through my window.”

“Good,” he said with mock seriousness, his lips twitching into a smirk. “That means we did our job.”

You leaned forward, smirking as you popped a cube of cheese into your mouth. “The scene in the beginning was the most memorable, though,” you teased, your eyes glinting with mischief.

Cillian’s ears turned a faint shade of pink as he leaned back in his chair, an embarrassed laugh escaping him. “I knew this was coming,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “What? I’m just saying it was... bold. Definitely made an impression.”

“Bold,” he repeated, shaking his head. “That’s one way to put it.”

“Well, it’s not every day you see the lead actor stark naked in the first five minutes,” you teased, grinning. “Very... committed to the craft.”

“Alright, alright,” he said, holding up a hand to stop you, though he couldn’t hide the amused smile tugging at his lips. “Let’s not dwell on my, uh, debut in that particular scene.”

You laughed, leaning back in your chair. “I’m just saying, it takes guts. And you pulled it off.”

“Thanks, I think,” he replied, his tone playful. “Though now I feel like I owe you an apology for traumatizing you with zombies and nudity.”

“Oh, please,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I was like 16. That movie was the coolest thing I’d ever seen.”

Cillian chuckled, shaking his head. “16, huh? I didn’t think my naked arse was appropriate viewing for teenagers.”

You smirked, taking a sip of your wine. “It wasn’t anything I hadn’t seen before... but it was memorable. Let’s leave it at that.”

He let out a soft laugh, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Fair enough.”

When the meal was ready, the two of you carried your plates to the table and sat down to eat. The roasted beef was tender, the salad fresh, and the conversation flowed as naturally as ever.

“So,” he began after a few bites, leaning back in his chair. “When did you move here? To Dublin, I mean.”

You swallowed, taking a moment before answering. “I moved from the States when I was 18,” you said, poking at your salad with your fork. “Landed in London first. I’ve always been a bit... artistic, I guess. Started making a living out of it there—freelance stuff mostly.”

His gaze softened, and he nodded for you to continue.

“I stayed in London for a while, but then I got this offer for a film project here in Dublin. It was exciting, you know? A chance to do something new. So I packed up and moved here.” You paused, a faint shadow crossing your face. “Then the pandemic hit, and the whole thing got cancelled. No movie, no work... it was tough. But I survived.”

Cillian frowned slightly, clearly absorbing the weight of your words. “That couldn’t have been easy.”

You shrugged, offering a small smile. “Nothing about life is easy, really. But you figure it out. And Dublin’s been good to me, in its own way.”

He tilted his head, studying you. “So, no university for you?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “Not for me. But I’ve learned a lot from life—probably more than I would’ve in a classroom.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Fair point. Life has a way of teaching us, doesn’t it?”

“Absolutely,” you replied, taking another bite of your food.

Cillian leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand. “And Ireland? How do you like it so far?”

You chuckled softly, glancing out the window at the overcast sky. “It’s lovely... depressing, but lovely.”

He laughed, his smile wide and genuine. “Depressing, huh? That’s fair. The weather doesn’t help much, does it?”

“No, it doesn’t. vitamin d supplements have been my best friends since i got here” you laughed, noding “But the people make up for it. And the landscapes... they’re incredible.”

He raised his glass in a mock toast. “To our depressing but lovely Ireland, then.”

“To Ireland,” you echoed, clinking your glass against his.

After finishing your meal, you both settled on the couch, glasses of wine in hand. The iconic black-and-white skyline of Manhattan flickered on the TV screen as you snuggled into Cillian's side, your head resting comfortably in the crook of his neck. His arm wrapped securely around you, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your arm.

“Is it bad that I’ve never seen this all the way through?” you murmured, taking a sip of wine.

He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Not at all. I don’t think I’ve ever stayed awake long enough to finish it myself.”

You smiled, settling deeper into him. The quiet ambiance of the movie and the warmth of the wine created a perfect cocoon of relaxation. But not even 15 minutes in, your focus began to shift—not to the screen, but to each other.

His fingers, which had been lazily stroking your arm, began to linger. You turned your head slightly, catching his gaze. The way he looked at you made your breath hitch—a mix of tenderness and an undeniable heat.

“Come here,” he whispered, his voice low and inviting.

Before you knew it, he was hovering over you, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that started soft and exploratory but quickly grew hungrier. His hands slid down your body, skimming over the borrowed sweatshirt you were wearing and resting on the waistband of the sweatpants he had loaned you earlier.

“These looked good on you,” he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with desire. “But I think I like them better off.”

With that, he slowly peeled the sweatpants down your legs, his touch deliberate, teasing. His hand moved to cup your face, tilting it gently as he captured your lips in another deep, unhurried kiss. Your fingers gripped his shoulders, anchoring yourself to him, feeling the warmth of his body pressing against yours.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, he pulled back slightly, his gaze intense and smoldering as it swept over you. His lips curled into the faintest smile before his hand traced a slow, deliberate line with a single finger—from your parted lips, down the curve of your neck, and to the valley between your breasts.

The sensation left a trail of fire on your skin, and your breathing hitched as his finger continued its languid journey, stopping just above your pulsing core. He leaned down, his lips brushing against yours again, soft and tantalizing, as his hand hovered, teasingly close but not quite touching.

“Aw, fuck,” you whispered, your back arching involuntarily as he slid a finger inside you, the slow, deliberate motion igniting every nerve in your body. The heat between you grew unbearable as he curled it just right, pulling a soft moan from your lips.

He withdrew his hand, and you whimpered at the loss. Bringing his fingers to your lips, he tilted his head slightly, his gaze dark and commanding. “Open your mouth,” he instructed, his voice low and dripping with desire.

Without hesitation, you obeyed, parting your lips as he slid his fingers inside. Your tongue swirled around them as you sucked, maintaining eye contact, your gaze filled with need. His breath hitched, a sharp exhale betraying the effect you had on him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his tone rough, the words sending shivers through your body. He leaned down, his lips trailing hot kisses along your neck, each one followed by a gentle nibble that left your skin tingling.

His fingers moved with devastating precision, slipping in and out of you at a rhythm that felt maddeningly perfect. Each curl of his fingers found that spot inside you that made you gasp, your hips bucking into his hand, desperate for more. His thumb pressed against your clit, moving in tight circles that sent waves of heat rippling through your core.

Your hands gripped his shoulders as your breathing turned ragged, the pleasure building with every calculated motion. “Cillian,” you moaned, your voice trembling as your body teetered on the edge.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and enticing. “Let go for me, love. I’ve got you.”

The combination of his filthy words and the relentless rhythm of his fingers drove you higher and higher until you shattered, your release crashing over you like a tidal wave. You cried out his name, your body trembling as he worked you through the aftershocks, his movements slowing only when he felt you relax beneath him.

He kissed you softly, his lips a tender contrast to the intensity of the moment, and when he finally withdrew his hand, he brought his fingers to his lips, tasting you with a satisfied hum. "Sweet as ever," he murmured, his eyes locked on yours, a sly grin playing at his lips.

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ilovemyladboyz · 11 hours ago

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Starlight, Star Bright (MDNI)

Xavier (LaD) x Reader

Summary: He lifts you to your feet and turns you and pushes your front against the wall.. jutting your ass against his front.

Warnings - Smut, mentions of p&v

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Xavier looks at you, eyes hooded and full of lust. His hands travel down your waist and to your thighs.. you feel his rough palms squeeze around the fat. “You’re gorgeous, bunny..” He whispers as he leans in and kisses the corner of your mouth.. down to your neck, pinning you to the couch. He lifts you to your feet and turns you and pushes your front against the wall.. jutting your ass against his front. He sighs and his hips buck into the plush of your ass. “Xavier..” you breathe his name. “Shh bunny.. let me just take care of you..” he turns your head to him and kisses you. Xavier kisses down your neck once more.. now leaving marks behind.. claiming what’s his. “This will show Charlie..” he mutters against your shoulder and marks you.

You feel Xavier’s hips buck against your behind one more time before he picks you up once more, he sets you on the arm chair and kneels down. His hands trail from your ankle to your thigh and under your silk dress. He tears his eyes away from your legs and his eyes are laced with lust. “I’m gonna show you who you belong to, name.” His hands go to your waist and tug you down a bit- unzipping the back. He slips the dress off your shoulders.. you boobs bouncing free and the cold air making you shiver. Xavier rolls your hardened bud between his fingers before taking a nipple in his mouth. You moan out softly and thread your fingers in his soft hair. “Mmm, baby..” he pulls away with a pop and stands straight.

Xavier starts to unbuckle his belt and he pulls it off, unbuttoning his slacks and tugging both his pants and boxers down, letting his cock spring free. You feel droll pull in your mouth, and his fingers hook your panties and pull them down. “Gorgeous cunt.. she’s so pretty..” he gilded a finger through your folds and stuffs his fingers in, curling them and hitting your g-spot. You moan out your hand flying to Xavier’s wrist- holding it there. He fucks you with his long fingers until, you feel the string snap and your walls clench around his fingers. You pant and your grip loosens on his wrist.. “Now.. i want you to do that on my cock, bunny..” Xavier strikes his length once, twice then swipes his tip between your folds. “Fffuckkk..” he groans as he inches his way into your warm cunt. You gasp and wrap around his neck- nails clawing at his bare back. “X-Xavier..” you moan out as he starts to move his cock in and out. “Fuck.. say my name- scream it.. i want to make you forget everything else, bunny..” Xavier starts to rut his hips faster and rougher- the arm chair starting to scrap against the floor. “Ahh- ah! Xav.. slo-slow.. ah- down.. mmmah..!” The heat in your core starts to build up.. “come on baby.. cum on my cock..” he mutters and leans down to kiss you. You feel his fingers start to rub your clit, that’s what makes you snap. You see stars as your release racks through you and you soon feel Xavier’s hot sticky cum fill you up.

He slumps against your chest and pants, you feel his cock twitch as it softens inside of you. Xavier’s strong hands cup your ass and lift your off of the arm chair and carries you to the bedroom. He tosses you on the bed and pins you down.. “I’m not done with you yet, bunny..”

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taelophone · 1 day ago

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toxic!baby-daddy!Luigi x reader. Reader asks lu to come over at her place to watch their child. Little does he know is that reader is getting ready for a date.

The tension in the air was palpable as Luigi walked into your apartment, tossing his green cap onto the counter. His cocky grin faltered when he saw you bustling around, makeup half-done, hair styled, and a sleek dress hanging on the back of a chair. It wasn’t the usual “mom” look he was used to seeing you in, and it immediately put him on edge.

“What’s all this?” he asked, nodding toward the dress as he picked up your daughter, who was excitedly reaching for him.

“None of your business, Luigi,” you shot back, heading into the kitchen to grab something. You didn’t bother looking at him because you knew his eyes were already narrowing with suspicion.

“Don’t play with me, bella. You’re all dolled up like that for a reason,” he said, his tone sharp. His daughter giggled in his arms, oblivious to the tension. “Who you tryin’ to impress?”

You let out an exasperated sigh, brushing past him toward your room. “Worry about watching your daughter, Luigi, not about me. That’s why you’re here, right?”

The door clicked shut behind you before he could respond. He scowled but bit his tongue. He wasn’t about to start a fight in front of their kid. Instead, he flopped onto the couch, pulling out his phone as he half-heartedly entertained your daughter with her favorite toy.

But as the minutes passed, his irritation grew. He couldn’t shake the image of you getting ready, looking better than he wanted to admit, and brushing him off like he was some babysitter. His gut twisted with jealousy, but he kept his cool until his daughter innocently dropped the bombshell.

“Mommy’s going on a date!” she chirped, grinning.

Luigi froze, his grip tightening slightly on the toy. “What did you say, bambina?”

She smiled, clearly proud of her knowledge. “She’s going with a man! He was nice. He brought me a toy last time! Mommy said he’s cool.”

That was it. Luigi’s jaw clenched so tightly it ached, but he forced a smile for his daughter’s sake. “Oh, yeah? Mommy said that, huh? Alright, sweetheart, you keep playing. I’ll be right back.”

He stood, storming toward your bedroom with his fists clenched. He didn’t bother knocking, slamming the door open instead.

“You’re going on a what?” he snapped, his voice low but venomous.

You whipped around, startled but not surprised by his audacity. “Luigi, what the hell? I told you it’s none of your business!”

“The hell it ain’t my business!” he barked, stepping closer, his presence filling the small space. “You think it’s cool to bring some random guy around our kid? Letting her get attached to some clown you just met?”

“First of all,” you spat, stepping toe-to-toe with him, “he’s not some random guy. He’s a nice man, something you wouldn’t know anything about! And second, I’m allowed to move on, Luigi! You don’t get to waltz in here like you care!”

His eyes darkened, and his voice dropped to a dangerous level. “Move on? You think you can move on? You think I’m just gonna let some other man play daddy to my kid? You’re outta your damn mind.”

You scoffed, turning back to the mirror to finish applying your lipstick. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Luigi. You’ve been doing whatever the hell you want with whoever you want. Why shouldn’t I?”

That was the last straw. In two strides, he was behind you, grabbing your wrist and spinning you around to face him. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm, his eyes blazing with anger and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“You don’t need another man,” he growled, his voice low and possessive. “You got me, whether you like it or not.”

“Luigi—” you started, but he cut you off, his lips crashing against yours in a heated, aggressive kiss that took your breath away. You pushed against his chest, but his arms only tightened around you, pulling you closer as he asserted himself in a way that made your head spin.

“Don’t play with me, bella,” he murmured against your lips, his tone dark and commanding. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. And you’re not going on that damn date.”

Your heart was racing, a mix of anger, confusion, and undeniable heat coursing through you. “You don’t get to decide that,” you snapped, though your voice wavered.

“The hell I don’t,” he shot back, his hand moving to cup your face. “You can try to fight it all you want, but you know you’re not walking out that door tonight. Not for him. Not for anyone.”

The two of you stood there, locked in a battle of wills, his dominance radiating off him in waves. Part of you wanted to push him away, to stand your ground and show him he couldn’t control you. But another part—the part that still had feelings for the man who drove you insane—was dangerously close to giving in.

Sorry got carried away lol

-💋anon

OHHHH MY GODDD LITERAL JAW DROP THIS WAS SO TEA🙏🏽

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witchygagirlwrites · 6 hours ago

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I'm Yours

Jay Halstead x Reader

You have to go undercover and it nearly drives you and Jay apart

“I don’t like where this case is headed” Jay admitted, fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin in the darkened peace of his bedroom. You sighed, squirming closer to his touch. You didn’t want to talk about the case, you didn’t want to think about it because you didn’t like where it was headed either. “Me neither but that’s a worry for the morning Jay” you whispered and felt him turn towards you, lips trailing across your neck “I’m sorry baby I’m just worried”

You nodded “I know but that’s not going to help us either way. Keep your head clear. Whatever happens, we can handle it” he nodded, tugging you back against his chest “Let’s get some sleep” you smiled and pulled his arm tighter around you. The morning wouldn’t seem as dark after spending a few hours wrapped up in his arms.

You heard your phone ringing and felt blindly for it, slapping around on the nightstand until you found it. You answered and at first thought they’d gotten a wrong number until someone said “Vivian?” you sat straight up at the voice. You recognized it as one of your C.I.s Henry.

If he was calling Vivian he was in a tight spot and needed a way out “Yeah?” you replied, slipping out of bed and finding your jeans as Jay sat up in the bed, watching you and trying to figure out what was going on from just hearing one side of the conversation. “Is there any way you can pick me up from seventh street babe?” babe? What the fuck angle was Henry playing? “Yeah honey, I’ll be there soon” you replied and hung up.

Jay raised an eyebrow “Honey?” you stared at the phone “One of my C.I.s he called Vivian babe. He’s in a tight spot and I don’t know what I’m walking into” he nodded and tossed the blanket off “Throw me my jeans. I’m backing you up” you nodded and picked his jeans up and tossed them to him “Thank you” he nodded “Kind of my job in more than one way to back you” and gave you a small smile.

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You pulled up to seventh street on the corner Henry had told you and spotted him standing with a couple guys. Jay was in the backseat of your truck, out of sight of anyone but by far close enough to have your back against anyone. “Three guys” you told him and he whispered “Leave the door open”

You hopped out of the truck and whistled “The fuck are you doing out at two in the morning anyways honey then you call me waking me up? Who the fuck are these idiots?” Henry grinned when he saw you and waved a hand towards you “Sorry fellas I gotta go my girl’s here but I’ll make the meeting on wednesday” one of the guys eyed you so you raised an eyebrow and put a hand on your hip “I don’t know your friends Hen but this one needs to keep his eyes to himself before I pluck em out” the guy chuckled “Oh I like her, feisty”

Henry put a hand on your arm “Come on baby” then looked back at the guy “Tell boss man I’ll see him on wednesday” then guided you towards your truck.

You walked around to the driver’s side and Henry got in the passenger side. You turned the truck around and hit the gas. When you got about two blocks away to make sure you weren’t followed you said “Ok Jay” and he sat up causing poor Henry to damn near go out of the closed window. “Holy shit!” you laughed “Henry you remember Jay Halstead” he nodded “Yeah yeah yeah. One of your partners” you nodded “We’ve also been dating for about seven months now”

He cut his eyes back at Jay who was practically glaring at him “Really? Congrats man” Jay didn’t change his expression any before asking “What were you in the middle of to have to call her for an extraction at two in the morning?” Henry nodded and then looked at you “I hear you’re looking for Gordon, that guy who’s bringing in the heroin and modified guns?”

“Yeah” you replied and he grinned “I got a meet on wednesday to start working for him with any luck I may be in good by the next big shipment in two weeks” you cut your eyes back at Jay “Call Voight, we need to get a plan rolling because this is the closest we’ve gotten on this”

Jay cut his eyes at Henry then nodded. When Jay pulled his phone out Henry grinned at you “Did i do good?” you smiled “Really good, like if this pans out you did work your case off and a cut of the pull good”

“No, not happening” Jay bit off and you crossed your arms,staring him down “Excuse me?” he shook his head “You’re not going under with him for two freaking weeks on the off chance he could be in good by the next shipment”

You shook your head “I won’t be going under with him. Voight will set up a u.c. apartment for Vivian. Henry will just stop by enough to establish her as his girlfriend so me sniffing around Gordon’s businesses doesn’t raise any suspicions and with me telling him what to do and how to act he will be in good in two weeks time”

“And if he gets the wrong idea? Or tries to make a move on you?” you couldn’t help but laugh at the question “I’d kick his ass so fast his damn head would spin! I’ve been under as many times as you Jay, you’ve never doubted me before. Is it because you’re sleeping with me now?”

“No, it’s because..” he trailed off because he almost said it was because he loved you. He hadn’t said that yet because he didn’t want to scare you off. He honestly figured you’d say it when you were ready then he could say it, even if holding it in was eating him alive. “It’s because I don’t trust Gordon’s people” he finished and you nodded “Well I’ll be fine. I promise you but Jay this man has got to get stopped. How many more kids do you want to see laid out because they’ve either OD’d or got shot? The youngest was fourteen baby, fourteen. I can’t sit here and know I could do something about it”

He nodded “I know, I know just..promise me you won’t miss a check in?” you nodded “I know how to run an undercover Jay” he laughed lightly “I know baby, doesn’t mean I won’t be worrying like hell the next two weeks” you grinned “Don’t because if I’m worried about you worrying we’re both distracted and that’s not good on either of us”

He pulled you into his arms “I’m gonna miss you being in my arms” you smiled “Don’t worry as soon as I’m back we’ll spend two days in bed” he grinned “Damn, are you back yet” before you pulled him down into a kiss “I’ll see you soon, ok?”

“So you and Halstead?” Henry asked, rolling his head to look at you from where he sat next to you on the ratty couch that was in your u.c. apartment. You grinned and shook your head “Not appropriate conversation” he laughed “He looked like he wanted to kill me the other night in your truck” you laughed “That’s just Jay’s resting face. I think it’s an army thing. He’s a sweetheart I swear”

He raised an eyebrow “To you, I bet. To me? I may not make it through this intact” you shook your head “He won’t hurt ya, I promise” he shook his head “You love him don’t you?” you felt your face warm “Shut up Phillips” he grinned “You do! Oh my little detective is all grown up!” you started laughing “I swear I will shoot you”

Your u.c. phone started ringing so you answered it, still laughing “Hello?” When Jay’s voice hit your ears your heart flipped “Hey Viv, everything good?” you smiled despite yourself “Yeah Ryan, all good” “Ok, talk soon” he hung up and Henry cackled “Oh you are so in love with him” so you shoved him off the couch.

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Jay stared at the phone once he hung up. Here he was fucking miserable without you and worried something may happen to you but you sounded happy. He knew by your voice alone you’d been laughing when you answered the phone. What the hell was going on? He shook his head, it was nothing. It had to be nothing.

Jay was damn near pacing. He got the chance to meet you face to face for a check in, probably because he was getting on Voight’s nerves but also because Henry was supposed to be getting information on the shipment soon and the closer it got the more worried you were about talking over the phone just in case.

He spotted you walking towards him and felt a smile try to slip onto his face but had to bite it back, Ryan was supposed to be Vivian’s cousin. That was the u.c. cover so he could call you and see you any. He couldn’t very well be grinning like an idiot in love.

You jogged across the street then up to the coffee stand where he was. You ordered a coffee and paid for it before finally facing him. He didn’t mind Vivian’s look, she wore thick eyeliner with dark makeup. It suited you like everything did but he liked your usual look better. “Hey Viv” he greeted and you smiled “Hey Ry” you tilted your head “Take a walk? Henry won’t be off for a while” he nodded “Lead the way”

He followed you across the street and through the park. When you got to the very end of a route you finally stopped and he saw your shoulders sag “Ok, the shipment is gonna be here in two days time” he nodded “Henry got in?” you grinned “Of course, I taught him everything I know”

“Bet he enjoyed that” he blurted without thinking and saw your eyes widen “What?” he shook his head “Nothing” you looked around “No, tell me” he shrugged “You were laughing and sounded like you were enjoying yourself the last few times we talked” “What are you accusing me of?” you asked, jaw set hard. He could barely meet your eyes as he said “You wouldn’t be the first person who’s feelings got blurred while under, hell Al has a kid”

You shook your head slowly “I can’t believe you. I’m doing my job Jay! Did you forget that? You know what? Forget it. Tell Kim that Francine is now Vivian’s contact. I’m not doing this. We’ll talk when this case is done” you started to walk off but stopped to look back at him “I was going to tell you once I got off this case but guess what? I’m in love with you Jay so there ya go, feel free to accuse me of fucking my informant again. I’ll see ya at the bust”

You turned and jogged off. He knew he couldn’t call after you or risk going after you in danger of blowing your cover. You loved him. You just told him you were in love with him after he basically accused you of cheating on him while undercover now he wouldn’t see you again until the bust. What the hell had he just done?

Kim met you early to drop you a com and vests for you and Henry. The plan was for the two of you to go in and confirm Gordon, the drugs and guns then the unit would move in.

You helped Henry to secure his vest then adjust his shirt and jacket so you couldn’t tell it was there. He ran a hand down his chest then looked up at you “Will this actually stop a bullet?” you shrugged “Depends on the caliber and ranger but it’s better than bare skin” he nodded “You’ve been a ray sunshine” you glared at him “I’ve got a gun, we can test it”

He shook his head “Never mind” and you nodded “I thought so”

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Jay’s hands moved across his gear, muscle memory putting everything in place. He would see you within an hour. Everything would be ok. Everything would have to be ok. He would apologize and it would be ok.Wouldn't it?

You stood next to Henry as the trucks were unloaded. Ronald Gordon stood next to them, smiling. “Mr Phillips, you’ve been an extraordinary employee since your hire” he told Henry who smiled “Thank you Mr Gordon” then he turned his eyes to you “And Ms Evans, you are a beauty indeed” you faked a smile “Yeah,thanks” and heard Voight’s voice over the coms come on sweetheart tow the line until we see what we need to

Luckily Gordon found your attitude amusing because he clapped his hands “Very well, let's get a move on” You watched as the crates started to get the tops popped off one by one. Guns filled some, drugs other. Coming in You reached out for Henry’s shoulder, ready to shove him behind you when hell started.

You heard the door of the warehouse get breached and Gordon’s eyes flew to you and Henry “Cpd asshole” you smirked and he shook his head “You stupid little bitch” He raised his gun at you about the time you heard Jay’s voice “DROP IT”

Everything slowed down as two shots were fired at once. Gordon aiming one at your mid chest while Jay aimed one square between his eyes. Both of your bodies hit the floor at the same time. Henry went to his knees at your side, his eyes widening “There’s blood! There’s not supposed to be blood!” you heard Jay “MOVE”

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No no no no. This couldn’t be happening. Jay watched your body drop, hard. Henry moved to check on you and he saw blood streaking the other man’s hands “There’s blood, there’s not supposed to be blood” he shoved him rather harshly out of the way “MOVE!”

He got to your side and you managed a smile when you saw it was him “Hey” his hands moved across your shirt “Baby please tell me you got a vest on” he ripped your shirt down the middle not bothering to pull it off of you. The white vest had a hole, right in your lower abdomen, a dark red stain spreading “SHIT, VOIGHT! WE NEED AN AMBO! NOW!”

He used your shirt to hold pressure to your side “Stay awake baby! Stay awake” you hissed through your teeth when he pushed down “That fucking hurts Jay” he laughed lightly “Good, get pissed. Just keep those eyes on me!” you glared at him “You’re an asshole” he nodded “Yeah, I am.Keep calling me an asshole”

When you were loaded into the ambulance they wouldn’t let Jay in with you. Hailey offered to take him to med so he let her drive him. He stormed into med, knowing you’d be in trauma one. He headed that way but Will stopped him at the door “Go to the waiting room”

“What?” he still had your blood on his hands and Will was trying to keep him from you? “Let us get her stabilized first” Will explained and he felt the fight leave him “How bad is it?” Will shook his head “I don’t know. We have to see”

After about an hour Will finally came and found him. “Jay” he turned to see his brother standing at the edge of the waiting room. “Is she ok?” he nodded “She’s fine. The bullet was through and through. We had to ensure no organs were touched. She was lucky. She has some stitches, internally and externally. She’ll be benched for a few weeks but beyond that she’s fine”

“Can I see her?” Will shook his head “She’s awake and alert but she doesn’t want to see you” Jay shook his head, tears springing to his eyes “Why not?” Will shrugged “She asked if I’d take her home tomorrow when she’s discharged” Jay shook his head “Fuck you, I’m seeing her”

Will followed him and caught him just outside of your room “Jay! Don’t do this to her” “Do what? Want to see the woman I love after she caught a bullet? I had to scrub her blood off my hands Will. I need to see her, just see her”

He froze when he heard your voice holler “SHUT UP AND COME IN”

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You could hear voices getting closer to your room and when they were outside the door you could clearly hear Jay and Will arguing. You leaned up with a hand pressed over your stitches “SHUT UP AND COME IN” you winced slightly from the pull then laid back against the pillows.

Both Halsteads walked in looking like whipped puppies. “He wants to see you” Will explained and Jay glared at him before saying “Yeah he does” you waved a hand “Well see? Alive”

“Baby please, just hear me out” Jay started and you shook your head “About what? How you didn’t trust me? What if I would’ve died Jay? How would it have felt knowing the last thing you really said to me was accusing me of cheating on you while the last thing I really said to you was that I love you?”

“I thought I lost you baby” his voice was damn near a whisper and you saw tears in his eyes. You turned your head to look away and heard Will excuse himself. You took a deep breath because you knew crying would hurt before turning to face Jay. “I would never cheat on you”

He nodded “I know that” you scoffed “You have a funny way of showing it!” He took a step towards the bed and tears started flowing down your face “I missed you so fucking much the last two weeks. I just wanted to be with you, then I get fucking shot. I love you Jay and I need you to trust in that because I can handle getting shot a hundred times over before I could ever handle that look in your eyes pointed at me again”

“Baby I love you so damn much and I am so sorry” he whispered and your eyes flew up to his “You mean it? You’re not just saying it?” he shook his head “Why do you think I went so damn crazy? I was a jackass, I should’ve trusted you and I will never make that mistake again, can I hold you, please?” you nodded “Please”

He moved to the side of the bed you weren’t hurt on and slipped in next to you, wrapping his arms around you. You curled up on his chest and cut your eyes up at him “I love you Jay” he smiled “I love you too” he brushed a gentle kiss against your lips and you groaned lightly “It’s gonna be a bitch not being able to have sex while I heal” he shook his head with a laugh “You were just pissed at me a few seconds ago” you grinned “You never stopped being gorgeous even when you pissed me off”

He shook his head “You are an insane, weird woman” you nodded “But I’m yours” he smiled “Damn right and I’m your stubborn asshole” you grinned “I love you anyways”

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