#it just feels like they keep pushing their responsibility onto kids but when we try to say that hey this is an issue that you could fix?

[webslingingslasher]

peters nerdy side>>>> can we get more hot nerdy peter pretty pleaseeeee

nerdy peter makes me feral.

Peter Parker was finally rewarded for all the shit he deals with. 

A teen, who was a silent walker in school, but a near lethal hero at night, one that has to deal with more stress and traumas than any other kid at seventeen. Night after night, his spirit being broken down a little more each bad guy he’s put away. 

Queens see a hero that keeps the streets clean. 

Sometimes, all Peter could see was someone’s dad, or husband, or son he was putting away. 

All that bullshit he’s been dealt, the bullshit about power and responsibility, was washed away when he finally got something good, something he really thought he deserved. 

He got you, and that’s why he’ll stop at nothing to keep you. 

“You got yourself a good one, parker. Don’t fuck it all up with your nerdy shit, pretty girls hate that.”

Was it dumb to listen to Flash of all people? Maybe. 

Does he know more about girls and has a better track record at keeping them? Yes. 

But of course, just like how you were the one to approach him, ask him out, kiss him first and ask for him to be your boyfriend, he should’ve trusted you. Could you really blame him though, not totally trusting he can have a purely good thing with no consequences? 

He couldn’t, that’s why it shocked him when you made it clear you only wanted him. 

You wanted Peter Parker, however he came. Science facts, nerdy hobbies, tirades and all. 

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Have you ever built up an idea of who someone was in your head, and when you date the other shoe drops and they’re nothing like you thought? 

That was you with Peter Parker. 

He was adorably perfect, noticing him when sharing a history class. Peter sat three seats up from you on the left, perfect position for you to watch his habits. The shake in his leg, tapping pencils on his desk, blowing a breath every time someone answered incorrectly, sitting up and leaning over his desk when something catches his attention, chewing his bottom lip while going over notes, poking his tongue out when he takes a test. 

Peter Parker was the constant subject on your mind, starting in history and causing you to look for him in other classes, you only shared one more, typing class. He was three rows behind you, there wasn’t a good way to look at him, instead having to rely on his quiet murmurs when the teacher stands behind his computer. 

After two weeks of pining you couldn’t stand it, stomping over to his table at lunch you sit down right next to him. His friends paused at your sudden and aggressive entrance. 

“Hi. We haven’t really talked but we share typing and history. For two weeks straight I’ve been watching you and I can’t get you out of my head, and I would really, really like to go on a date with you.” 

You can see it on his face, how he goes from shock to excitement, then as he looks you over his face falls. He thinks you’re fucking with him, you don’t know how to make him believe it’s real. 

“Here,” you pull at your backpack and rip the front pocket open, you pull a sharpie out and with a slight tremble you grab his arm, pushing his sleeve up you uncap the marker with your teeth. Scribbling your number onto his skin, “think about it, let me know.” 

Before you lose your steam you scramble to stand and grab your bag, “okay, that’s all. Um,” you nod at his friends, silence deafening as everyone at the table takes in the scenario. “Thank you, and… enjoy lunch?” Cringing, you turn to leave, whispering an ‘oh my god,’ to yourself while pressing a hand to your cheek. 

Peter is sure in that moment you were a hundred percent serious and you just mortified yourself, spilling your guts and being met with nothing.

 Six steps away he calls out, “yes!” 

You pause, then turn, “what?” 

“Yes! I’ll go on a date with you.” 

Oh, that’s a new feeling. It felt like your heart had wings, your stomach felt like you were on a rollercoaster, flutters everywhere. You couldn’t even try to play it cool, the guy you’ve been crazy about just as interested and curious as you were. A toothy smile overtook your face, eyes lit up. 

Taking a few steps closer, you felt giddy. 

“Really? You will?” 

Peter’s smile matched yours, he laughed through his answer, he can’t believe you actually like him that much. “Yeah.” Biting your bottom lip you pull it together, “cool, text me and we’ll plan something?” 

“You got it.” 

Nodding you walk off, Peter’s riding on a high like never has. He’s never had such a pretty girl like you like him, want him, notice him. He felt like he’s been rewarded, that he does deserve a good thing. 

Flash scoffs when you sit back at your table, immediately talking and watching faces gasp and squeal. 

“You got yourself a good one, parker. Don’t fuck it all up with your nerdy shit, pretty girls hate that.”

The last thing he wants to do, before he even gets you, is send you off. So, he listens and promises to be someone that should be with a girl like you, someone that isn’t really him. 

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You figured it was first date nerves. 

That or just the fact you’ve never been alone with each other, especially under the guise of a date. It wasn’t like he was weird, but he was off. The person you watched in class was goofy, using his body to express himself, confident when speaking because he could back every word up. 

This Peter was quiet, guarded and almost… boring. 

You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, he just had some jitters. Maybe if you kissed him it would settle him, you could prove that you liked him and he had nothing to be nervous about. Trying to look past his awkwardness you took the night as it was, wishing he was making you laugh like he had in class, or wishing he would ramble on in a story like you’ve watched him do with his friends at lunch or at his locker. 

It may have been different than you thought but he’d come around after a date or two surly, you’d kiss him and after another few dates he’ll open up and be his true self. It was hope, but you were riding on it. 

Peter ended the night by walking you home, conversation slowly dwindling as you approached closer, falling flat when you were  in front of the building. Waiting for a moment you looked at his mouth, he made no reaction, you hadn’t expected him to sweep you off your feet but to not offer anything made you feel unsure. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

It was obvious from the look on his face that he wasn’t expecting anything in the slightest, but he licked his bottom lip and nodded softly, “yeah,” leaning in you wait for a moment, he makes no move, he has to be extremely nervous, no other option. You kissed him, you pressed into him and grabbed his face, his hands gently hovered and you pulled away. 

Maybe he just pitied you, just agreed because you put him on the spot. 

“Um, you know if you didn’t want-” 

“Can we do this again, please?” 

And just because he asked, and because it seemed like he realized he acted off and he wanted another chance, and because you really do believe in first date jitters, you say yes. 

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The first time you went over to his house his room was oddly clean, empty spaces on his bookshelf and shelves, almost like he’d put things away. Eyeing a bin by his closet you walked closer, “you collect comics?” Hoping you wouldn’t find, but still opening the top and starting to look through the ones on top. 

Peter took a deep breath, “as a kid, kinda stupid now, don’t you think?” 

You furrow your eyebrows and shake your head, looking back down at the comic in your hand. You thought when you started dating he’d open up more, instead he got more closed off. 

Clearing your throat you place the comics back in, in the exact same order and putting the lid back on. “No, I don’t think they’re stupid. I was hoping you had some new ones I could catch up on, but if you think they’re stupid now I guess I’ll have to get ‘em myself.” 

If he had known you like comics he would’ve never said that. It’s his fault for leaving them out, he should’ve put them away like everything else that screamed ‘nerd alert’. 

“I didn’t mean they’re stupid, just you know… collecting them as an adult… is.. weird?” 

The lamest excuse you’ve ever heard, but you keep your patience. It hasn't even been two weeks, he’ll come around. You know it. 

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Surprising Peter with a hug he budged against your weight before supporting you, talking to a friend while he wrapped his arms around your back. Picking up on pieces of the conversation you nudge your head up, interested in his words. 

The Peter you like, the one that’s animated and rambling, moving his hands across your back as he talks. You place a kiss at the bottom of his neck, “whatcha talking about?”  It sounded like a new program that was going to change the future of computer engineering, when you questioned he blew you off. “Nothing important.” 

You had tried, you tried to be kind and patient and understanding but he just wasn’t who you wanted. You wanted that person, the person that’s excited about new technology and collected comic books. 

Peter closed off when you asked, guarded back up, you wished it could’ve been different. Maybe one day he’d open up more, you didn’t want anything but his true self. 

You gave it a month before you had to accept that Peter Parker wasn’t the person you thought he was, today, you had to accept that you were breaking up with Peter Parker. Pulling away you grab his arm, silently telling him to look at you. 

“Can I come over later?” 

“Yeah, of course. Wanna come with me after school?” 

“Sure,” you wondered if he could see through your smile. It doesn’t seem like it, he leans down and gives you a quick kiss, you pull away and back away through the halls. 

He has no idea what’s coming. 

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Gently pushing Peter’s shoulders down to coax him into sitting on the edge of his bed, you grin politely when he follows instruction. Dragging his desk chair to sit in front of him you pause to think about what you were going to say, clearing your throat you begin. 

“So, I like you a lot, and I’ve enjoyed having you as my boyfriend for the past month-” 

Peter’s eyebrows furrow, he holds his hand up, “enjoyed? Are you breaking up with me?” 

You bite your lip and nod solemnly, “I’m sorry, Peter.” 

The silence is unsettling, you look away from him, his figures deflated and his mind races. 

“Why?” 

Taking a deep breath and blowing it out you shrug, “I don’t want to hurt your feelings, Peter. But, uh, you’re just… not what I thought you’d be like.” 

How could you not like him? He’s done everything right. He was the perfect suitor, he acted like the typical non nerd male. The kind of all american guy every girl wanted. 

“I don’t… what does that mean?” 

You laugh, “I have a type, and you’re not it. I like nerds, like, straight up goofy, funny guys that know something about everything and collect comic books and get excited at new, humanity altering technology. I thought you were that guy, but I guess not.” 

Oh my god. 

He’s fucked it all up, he was dumb enough to believe you wanted something else. 

He can show you he’s a nerd, he’s been one his entire goddamn life, he’s about to nerd olympics the hell out of you. 

Peter jumps from his seat so quickly it startles you, his hands come down on the armrests of your chair, the seat tilting backwards as he pushes his weight towards you. 

“I’m the biggest nerd you’ll ever meet.” 

Your seat jostles when he lets go and opens his closet, pulling out a box he sets it on his bed. 

“This is everything I put away when we started dating,” he turns with three rubik’s cubes, each one in various sizes. “,these are my rubik’s cubes, I can finish the standard in forty three seconds, the six by six took me about thirty minutes and this baby?” he bounced the biggest one in his hold, “, this is a twenty one by twenty one, it took me about three hours.” 

Peter dropped them to the bed and continued, “and this is my national championship trophy for chess club,” he shoves it in your face before he keeps digging, a small picture frames come next, “this is when I won the states most innovative science fair project,” frantic digging, “, this is a figurine of my favorite video game,” two large disc sets next, “lord of the rings and star wars,” 

He spins around, flying past your body where he picks up his comic book container, “remember when I was late to our date last week? I was getting these,” three new additions of an old comic you had just started to pick up, “, and currently?” Peter moved to his desk, tapping on his keyboard until his screen woke up, code covered the screen, he pointed between the monitor and a notebook, “I’m learning to read binary code.” 

You felt like the grinch because your heart grew the times the size, adoration blossomed, you could feel your chest crack and glow. The Peter you wanted, the person you thought he was from the start, was real and in front of you. 

This was who he was, so why was he hiding it? 

“Why did you hide that from me? Peter, that’s like, the entire reason I wanted to date you. I liked who you were, then you turned into someone else.” 

Peter rested against his desk and sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I figured a pretty girl like you wouldn’t want some nerdy guy, it might be cute at first but when I’m stoked about something I read on wikipedia and make it my thing for a day and talk your ear off about it, you’re gonna wish you had a boyfriend that just watches sport clips for fun.”

That’s the point you were trying to make, “that’s what I want! I was literally dumping you because you weren’t that.” 

“Well, I am that. So there’s no point in breaking up, right?” 

You hum and spin in his chair, “I dunno… you dragged me along for a month, hiding yourself from me, making me question everything. I mean, you have a lot to make up for, parker.” 

“C’mere,” you’re not given an option, he reaches forward and pulls the chair towards him and pulls you from the seat, flopping himself down and tugging you into his lap. Your stomach clenches, this was the confident Peter you wanted, it was confidence in himself. 

His pointer finger taps on the monitor, “you read binary from right to left, and you separate them into groups of eight. Now the key is knowing that each one and zero mean-” 

Your mouth on his, cutting his words off with a kiss, you held his face tightly, never wanting him to separate from you. Caught off guard he froze for a moment, then wrapped his hands around your middle. Pressing into him, separating for air but giving small pecks. 

“Baby,” kiss, “, I’m sorry,” kiss, “, I shut,” kiss, “, you out,” kiss, “I didn’t,” kiss, “, know it meant,” kiss, “, so much,” kiss, “, to you,” kiss. 

“You’re so much smarter than me,” a chaste kiss, “it’s so hot,” you look into his eyes, he’s flushed out and breathing harshly. “You’re so hot,” another kiss, Peter feels like the room is spinning, he’s never felt so wanted, so needed, the way you can’t stop kissing him, how tight you’re holding him to you, how blown your pupils are, the way you’re gulping him like water. 

“I mean if you,” he grunts when you kiss down his neck, biting into his collarbone. “, if you want, I could show you how quick I can solve my rubik’s cube.” Your hands drag up his hair, gripping and tilting his head away, better access to nibble and lick the skin. “Or, recite the first seventy nine numbers of pi.” 

Attention caught, “you know the first seventy nine numbers of pi?” 

“Mm hmm, I could also tell you” a whimper,  “, all the elements. Want me to start rattling them off?” 

Kissing the middle of his throat you hum, “I’d rather you take your pants off.” 

For the first time in Peter Parker’s life, memorizing the periodic table got him laid. 

[lovegalor333]

Naughty List (nsfw)

part two of paigemas

paige bueckers x reader

a snow storm and power outage leaves you and paige no other option but to keep each other warm

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“Turn it up more!” Paige shouts from the living room as you battle with the furnace, desperately trying to warm up the house. “I have!” You call back as you twist the dial to MAX. A snowstorm was currently sweeping through your state and after running inside post snowball fight, you and Paige were met with a freezing cold house.

“It’s not getting hotter.” Paige is right behind you now, arms wrapped around herself tightly, nose red from the minus temperatures. “I think it’s broken.” You pout, rubbing your hands together for some sort of heat. “You’ve got to be kidding. It’s freezing cold!” Paige groans, kneeling beside you to get a look at the furnace herself.

You’re side by side, brows furrowed looking at the furnace like either of you know how to fix it when everything cuts to black. For a moment, you think you’ve passed out from hypothermia but when you hear Paiges confused, “What the fuck?” You realise you’re still very much conscious and the power has just cut out.

With no heat and no lights, you and Paige scramble around the dark, cold house in search of candles and flashlights, “We could always start a fire.” Paige suggests and she lights the three small candles you found, “Paige. There’s no fireplace, the house would go up in flames.” You say looking at your girlfriend seriously. You loved Paige but sometimes she spoke without thinking.

“We have to do something. I think I might die I’m so cold. You can die from being cold right?” Paige asks with a shiver, “Ok Little Miss Dramatic, let’s get some blankets and huddle like penguins. We can keep each other warm. I’m sure everything will come back on soon enough.”

You and Paige bundle together on the couch, every blanket and duvet in the house piled on top of you. You’re in Paiges lap after she insisted it would keep her warmer and her arms are around your waist, hands tucked under the hoodie you’re wearing.

“I wish we could watch a movie or something, I’m so bored.” You grumbled, nestling further into Paige and she held you closer, hands under your sweater rubbing on your stomach. “I mean…I can think of something we can do.” She says against your neck and the heat of her breath makes your hairs stand on end.

“What? It’s dark and cold, there’s nothing-“ Your sentence is cut short as Paiges hand inches itself down your stomach and into your trousers, “Oh.” You breathe out, opening your legs wider for easier access. Paiges hand is cold against you and you shiver unconsciously, “Just relax.” She husks into your ear and you rest your head back onto her chest as her hand slips into your panties.

Paiges pays special attention to your clit. Rubbing soft circles over it and you hum in response to her touch, your body begins to warm immediately. “Feels good?” Paiges voice is thick and sensual and you buck your hips up, “S’good.” You mumble, eyes falling closed as pleasure begins to take over.

Paige runs her fingers through your folds, already sticky with your slick before pushing two inside of you. You gasp at the feeling of her slender digits filling you up and your mouth remains open as she pumps in and out, your breath heavy and panting.

“So fuckin’ tight.” Paige groans into your ear before sucking your earlobe into her mouth. You move your head to the side so she has better access and she presses her lips to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there.

“Keep going.” You whine and your hand finds Paiges inbetween your legs and rests on top making sure she doesn’t stop her movements.

“Use me baby.” Paige coos, “Tell me how you want it.” Her voice is several octaves deeper and breath hot on your neck making your thoughts hazy and sordid. Your mind that was once focused on how to keep yourself warm was completely distracted by the building pressure in your stomach, the temperature could drop another ten degrees and you’d still feel like you were on fire.

“Faster…harder.” You moan coaxing Paiges hand to speed up and push in deeper. When her finger hits that soft, gummy spot your legs unconsciously writhe, “Shit. My clit…touch it.” You all but beg your girlfriend. Paige loved when you were vocal, telling her exactly how and where you wanted her. She always wanted to make you feel good, she prided herself on it, in fact.

“I said use me baby.” Paige softly asserts, her other hand moving to your thigh, she squeezes it tight, pulling your legs wider apart, “Do whatever you want.”

Your grip on Paiges hand tightens as you guide her fingertips to your clit, pressing them down and moving them in circles, just the way you like it. Just the way they’ve gotten you off so many times before.

Both yours and Paiges fingers were covered in your wetness and it made it easy for you to push them back down and inside, resuming the knocking motion against your g-spot. You could never get enough of Paige, no matter how deep inside you she was, no matter how fast she was driving in, no matter how close to you she was, you always wanted more.

You began to grind your hips on her fingers, your ass pressing into her crotch and the quivery moan that escaped her lips intoxicated you. If Paige Bueckers was a drug, you were an addict. “Shit baby, grinding on me like that makin’ me so wet.”

You were getting needy and desperate to cum and with one hand still focused on hammering Paiges fingers inside of you, you used your other to take her free hand and press it back to your clit. With your hips still grinding and both of Paiges hands on your sopping cunt, you knew your climax was imminent. “Gonna cum soon.” You breathed out and as if on cue, your legs began to twitch, pussy clenching as your heart hammered in your chest.

“That’s it baby, doing so good.” Paige praised, her lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck again. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, everything you were feeling was pushing you over the edge. Her fingers, her lips, her crotch against your ass, her chest rapidly rising and falling against your back, “Oh fuck, P! I’m cumming.” You cried out as your body jerked against hers.

You no longer had the energy to guide Paiges fingers but she continued without you, working you through your high, slowly easing her speed and pace as you relaxed into her.

Your eyes were closed as you basked in the post orgasm euphoria, rested on Paiges chest. You heard a faint click first before the lights flickered back on and the sound of hot air filtered out of the vents. You chuckled, “Perfect timing.”

“Uh huh, perfect timing for round two. Bedroom now. Need to taste you so bad.”

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[i-heart-yellowstone]

hi! Can you do a Kacey fic about s4e1? Where him and Monica were already divorced, he was dating someone else who was with Tate that day. She gets shot protecting him. Just a lot of fluff!

thank you!

Protecting the Heir

Walking up the wooden stairs inside the main house I heard my phone started ringing inside my blue jeans pocket until I removed it outside of my pocket and pressed it up against my right ear. “Hey cowboy, how bored are you of that desk job already?”

“Extremely. Not much is happening today. I’d definitely rather be working the ranch with you and Tate.” Kayce sighed heavily on the other end of the phone.

I smiled weakly even though he couldn’t see it. “I know, honey. But just a few more hours and we can all cuddle up on the couch with some barbecue that Gator made and have nachos for dinner. How’s that sound?”

“You’re a girl truly after a rancher's heart.” Kayce declares and I swore I could almost hear the smile on his voice.

I snorted a laugh back in response. “Well I am dating one after all.”

“I'll make you my wife tonight when I get back if you keep talking like that. What is that - oh shit!” Kayce mumbled something under his breath before I could hear gun fire on his end of the phone call.

I called out his name, beginning to worry. “Kayce! Kayce what's happening over there?”

“Go to the bunkhouse.”

I asked him not sure what he meant. “What?”

“Find Tate and go to the bunkhouse. Grab one of the shotguns by the kitchen too.” He shouted back at me before I heard gunfire going off in rapid fire before the phone call went dead. I called his name even though the line had cut off, feeling a nervous tightness inside my chest. “Kayce! - shit - Tate, Tate!”

Bolting up the rest of the way of the staircase searching through the rooms for the young boy. When Kayce moved back onto his father’s ranch he had brought his son to live with him. During that time I was hired by John as his new horse trainer, which allowed me and Kayce something to instantly bond over.

He had divorced his wife Monica a few months before we had met. She still has some visitation with Tate but ultimately Kayce and I have full rights and parenting responsibilities over his son.

“Y/n! What happened?” Tate’s voice came from his bedroom before I saw him running straight towards me.

Wrapping my arms around his body once it collided with my body I held him for a brief moment. Remembering the phone call with my fiancé I broke the hug intertwining my hand with his, leading him down the stairs quickly. “Turn around and go down the stairs. Your daddy says we gotta leave.”

We scrambled through the living room heading towards the kitchen that had a door closest in the direction of the Bunkhouse. I gasped slamming into the chest of a guy dressed all in black clothing and a mask so I couldn’t see his face. “Urgh!”

“You or the kid try to run and I’ll kill you.” The stranger reached inside his coat, revealing a handgun from the waist of his jeans.

Pushing Tate behind me I glared at the guy. “You’re going to kill us either way.”

“I’d suggest you not talk back to me girl if you know what is good for you.” He warned me by keeping the barrel aimed directly at my forehead.

I didn’t waste another second before raising my leg and kicking the stranger in his groin causing him to drop the firearm and dropping to the ground in pain. Whipping my head around I hollered to the young Dutton standing behind me. “Tate, get to the bunkhouse - arrgg!” Suddenly the guy yanked me backwards by my hair, throwing me down onto the kitchen floor. He wrapped his hands around my throat, choking me while I attempted to reach for the handgun with my right foot. He noticed and elbowed me with his rib, making me moan. “Asshole!”

“Y/n!” Tate called my name hiding in the doorway of the kitchen, panic clear in his voice.

I punched the guy in the jaw where he held his chin rubbing the sore area. I began crawling away reaching for the gun, nearly grabbing it with my fingertips till he grabbed the back of my jacket dragging me backwards to him. “You’re gonna pay for that, bitch!” He wrapped one hand around my throat taking out a knife and quickly stabbing me in my lower stomach making me scream like a banshee.

The attacker removed the knife ready to stab me a second time but his body immediately collapsed beside me following a loud bang sound. “T-Tate.” Slowly rolling onto my side when I lifted my head I sighed in relief seeing the young kid holding the handgun in his hands.

“Y/n, you’re - you’re bleeding.” He lowered the handgun eyeing the stab wound on my stomach.

Getting up from the ground holding onto the nearby counter for balance I noticed my eyes getting heavier the second I was standing straight up. My throat was sore and I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath. “Tate - call - 9 - 1 - 1.” Pressing my freehand to my bleeding wound I saw that my hand was quickly being covered in my own blood. I went to take a step forward towards the kid unfortunately I collapsed before him immediately falling unconscious.

The next time I blinked open my eyes I quickly shut them closed, getting blinded by the bright hospital lights shining down on me. Peeking one eye open I turned my head to the side seeing Kayce sleeping on the bed side of my bed with his head resting on his crossed arms until I lifted my hand close to him gently shaking him awake. “Kayce. Kayce, hey.”

“Hmm. Y/n. Y/n, oh my gosh.” Relief was the first expression to cross the youngest Dutton son’s face. He got up from his chair raising a hand to the side of my face cradling it in his palm. “I thought I had lost you. The nurse said you had lost a lot of blood.”

Leaning into his palm I placed my hand over his larger one. “Nobody can get rid of me that easily. Where’s Tate?”

“He’s out in the waiting room. I didn’t - the doctor recommended that he saw you once- if you woke up. Fuck, I thought I was about to lose you when I saw you all bruised and bandaged up laying in this bed.” Kayce admitted with watery eyes sniffing through tears. I could tell he was trying to remain tough but it didn’t last before he started bawling happy tears.

Opening my arms out wide I gestured my head to the side wanting him to climb up into the hospital bed with me. “Awe, come up here cowboy.”

“We can't both fit on the bed.” He shook his head no.

I smirked in his direction, raising a brow knowing he would cave in a second. “You thought differently when it came to having sex in the backseat of your truck.”

A genuine chuckle left his lips which was a rare sight to see given the lifestyle of his family. He pushed his chair back away from the bed then climbing into the bed once I had scooted over to the other side allowing him room. “Sometimes I wish you didn’t know me so well.” He wrapped his arms around my waist.

Running my thumb over the stubble on his chin I locked my gaze with his deep brown eyes. “If I didn’t pay attention to what you like, I'm not sure I’d be wearing this engagement ring on my finger.”

“I was thinking about that actually. How would you like to get married tonight?”

I sharply gaspe not expecting those words to come from his mouth. “Kayce John Dutton are you shiting me right now?”

“No, darling.” He stared deeply stare at me. “I’m very serious. Today made me realize that I don’t want to wait another minute. I want to call you my wife now.”

Draping my arms over his shoulders I leaned forward connecting my lips with his. He leans into the kiss moving one of his hands to the side of my face and his other hand gently threaded into my hair deepening the kiss the second he earned a moan from my lips. I threw one of my legs over his before he shifted so he was laying on his back and I was sitting on top of his lap, only focusing on how good it felt to kiss the other in this moment.

“Ew gross!” Kayce and I broke the heated kiss quickly turning our heads to the doorway noticing his ten year old son was standing there watching us.

I blushed, sending the kid a bright smile. “Tate, I’m happy to see you.”

“Are you feeling better after getting shot?” He asked nicely, crossing the room until he was at the end of the bed.

Nodding my head I knew I'd definitely feel more of the pain once I left the hospital since they had to do surgery to remove the bullet and close up the stab wound that I had. “I'm a little sore but I'll be fine. I'm just relieved that guy didn't hurt you.”

“So can we go get ice cream to celebrate your okay or are you and my dad going to start having sex again?” The young boy asked catching me and his father off guard.

Kayce turned bright red in the face as I was. “Tate!”

“What. I know when you close the bedroom to cuddle really means.” He shrugged his shoulders, sending us a disgusted face.

Running a hand down my face I sighed heavily so embarrassed. Dropping my hands into my lap I turned my attention back to his father who was likely still waiting on an answer from me. “So - uh about your idea earlier. How exactly would you get me discharged from the hospital in enough time for us to rush to the courthouse to get married before they close for the evening?”

“Simple, we just walk out and say we ain't got time to wait. We wanna get fucking married.” Kayce said with a smirk across his face, and I knew there was no changing his mind once he had an idea in his head.

I warned him. “Kayce.”

“Please darling.” He gave me sweet puppy dog eyes.

Closing my eyes I paused for a moment before getting his son's attention. “Tate, go grab one of the wheelchairs in the hallway. We're busting out of this place.” He ran out into the hallway leaving me and my fiancé in the room alone.

Grabbing Kayce’s jaw with my fingers I turned his chin so he was looking back at me before capturing my lips with his. “I can’t believe I’m gonna be calling you my husband tonight because you’re so impatient, Dutton.”

“Have you ever known my sister to be patient about anything? That should have told you that it runs in the family, honey.” He chuckled, kissing me longingly where I wrapped my arms around his neck deepening the kiss, happy that I would call him my husband the second Tate came back to help me sneak out of the hospital room.

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you don’t mean to call him.

you’re lying on your bed with your laptop half-shut beside you, blinking at a google doc full of nothing, your brain fried from rewriting the same sentence in twelve different ways. your thumb slips over your screen—maybe on purpose, maybe not—and suddenly the phone is ringing.

and then he answers.

“hello?”

“oh. hi… s-sorry—”

“you do realize it’s 2am, right?”

his voice is rough with sleep but still amused. you close your eyes. maybe you should hang up. pretend it was an accident. but the sound of him, the way he doesn’t sound annoyed, stops you.

“i didn’t mean to call,” you say softly.

“sure,” he says, a yawn tucked between the syllables. “is this the part where we hang up then?”

you smile a little. 

god. 

this is so stupid… but his voice makes you feel at ease. you’ll take anything to feel more of it. 

he exhales through the phone. you can hear sheets rustling. maybe he’s lying on his back, one arm over his head, blinking at the ceiling the way you are.

“what’s up?” he asks, not pushing. just there. 

you hesitate and he waits.

“i’ve been… stressed,” you say finally.

“no kidding. you ghosted so hard the group thought you died.” he lets out a small chuckle, trying to mask his concern. yet, his words beat him to it. “everything okay?”

you let out a breath of a laugh.

“i’ve been working on something.”

“more school?” he asks. “aren’t you a part of like… every club here?”

“no,” you correct him. “it’s something else.”

there’s a silence. not heavy. just… expectant. as the moment lingers, you trace the edge of your blanket with your finger. your voice comes quieter this time, like if you say it too loud, it’ll disappear.

“jungkook?”

“mm?”

“i applied to a master’s program in australia.”

he doesn’t say anything for a second.

then, “wait—what?”

“yeah.”

“like… australia australia?”

“yeah.”

his voice sharpens, half-awake now. “yo. that’s—great. i’m happy for you. what did misa say about australia—”

“she does’t know.”

“misa doesn’t know? your best friend in the world and roommate… doesn’t know?”

“no,” you answer him, feeling a little choked up. 

“why not?”

you pause.

“i don’t know. maybe i didn’t want to jinx it. or maybe i thought… if i said it out loud, it wouldn’t happen. and i’m scared. i guess that’s the bigger part. she’s gonna believe in me and then i’m going to get my hopes up and then—”

another pause.

“i don’t know. i… y-you’re the first person i’ve told.”

he’s quiet again. and then—soft, sincere:

“i’m honored.”

something in your chest tightens. and then he says, quieter:

“but also, like. a little bummed.”

you blink. “why?”

“cos you’re gonna get in,” he says, like it’s obvious. “and then you’re gonna go.”

you smile. it’s the kind of smile that aches.

“i haven’t even gotten a response yet. i don’t expect to hear back for a few months.”

“doesn’t matter,” he says, confident. “you’re gonna get it.”

you sigh. “i don’t know.”

you roll onto your side, tugging the blanket higher over your shoulder.

“honestly… i keep asking myself if i’m even good enough,” you admit. “like… do i deserve this? what if i get in and mess it up? what if i’m not ready? it was hard enough leaving home and moving in with misa. my parents made that such a dramatic change… and my brother—god, i’d miss him too much. i’m only a car ride away from them right now… what happens when i’m halfway across the world? when i’m an airplane ticket to save up for? when i’m—w-what if i don’t come back? i…feel so guilty for even applying. ”

jungkook doesn’t interrupt. he doesn’t jump to fix it. he just listens. and then, with that same calm, collected tone:

“you’re in you’re head, kid. but also, i don’t think you’re asking yourself the right questions.”

you frown. “what am i supposed to ask?”

“do you want it?”

you go still.

your heart beats louder in the quiet.

“do you want to leave? you could easily get into the master program here, but only if you want it. you’re allowed to worry and feel guilty—but you should also allow yourself to want things and to have them. this is a good thing, ___. i want you to have it if you want it… only if you want it.”

his words strike you. they shift your perception in the slightest way and crack open a piece of you that you didn’t think needed any attention on. 

“…yeah,” you say, after a breath. “i do. so bad.”

he hums. “then it’s yours.”

“you can’t just say that like it’s that simple.”

“it is,” he says. “or at least… it should be.”

you don’t answer.

because the thing is—he says it like it’s already decided. like the wanting is enough. and coming from him, it almost feels true.

your voice is small when you continue to vent. 

“i’ve been running around like a psycho trying to gather references, build out extra work, cram every ‘look at me, i’m worth it’ thing i can into my portfolio.”

he makes a sound. not quite a laugh. not quite a sigh. “you’ve always been worth it.”

your throat tightens.

you press your face into your pillow and mumble, “you’re annoying.”

“you called me.”

you huff. “by accident.”

“sure.”

he lets the silence sit again. it’s comforting, the way he fills space without taking it.

and in that quiet, your thoughts start to settle. not disappear, not solve themselves—but settle. the way they do when someone is holding them with you. not telling you to be stronger. not telling you to be less afraid. just sitting beside the fear like it doesn’t make you weaker.

you think, not for the first time, that jungkook is dangerous in that way. not because he overwhelms you—but because he doesn’t. because he lets you take up space, even when you don’t want to.

you murmur, “thank you.”

“for what?”

“just… being the first person who knows.”

[obito-in-disguise]

| Bedtime fluff with the jjk men |

Featuring: Satoru Gojo, Geto Suguru, and Nanami Kento.

Satoru

You sighed as you pushed through your front door, trudging your tired body across the foyer into the living room. Work was tough today and you wanted nothing more than to hop into bed right now, preferably with your cuddly boyfriend, Satoru.

“Evening baby, what took you so long?” he asks from his spot on the living room couch, his six eyes notifying him of your presence before you even stepped into the house.

“Work was shit today, plus the bus was 15 minutes late”

Satoru sighs, tugging you to sit on the couch before pulling you into his arms. You basically melt into his touch, his comforting warmth making the stress dissipate from your body like melting snow.

“You know, my offer to pick you up from work everyday still stands” Satoru hums as he rests his chin on the top of your head.

His statement causes you to scrunch up your face, “you already have a lot on your plate Toru, I wouldn’t want to burden you”

“nonsense! It would be fun, it’ll be like carpooling.” He explains animatedly, already excited about the idea. “oh and Suguru can come too!” “I’m pretty sure Suguru would rather die Satoru, but sure” you chuckle at his enthusiasm before patting his paintbrush like hair.

“Great! Let’s get you to bed then” He announces, scooping you up as he strides to the bedroom with his long limbs.

“Gosh Satoru! A little warning would be nice first” you playfully glare at him as you clutch his clothes for dear life, your heart beating out of your chest from the sudden action.

He merely laughs as he reaches the bedroom, setting you down and heading into his closet to find you something to wear to sleep.

You use the opportunity to freshen up in the bathroom, emerging a few minutes later wrapped in a fluffy towel.

“Thanks toru” you mumble as you change into the shirt he laid out for you, giggling when you catch him sneaking peeks at you as you change "Stop staring perv”

“hey! You can’t do that in front of me and expect me not to look” he scoffs as he grabs your arm and tugs you onto the bed, wrapping his long limbs around you like a snake.

You try to shove him away a little but eventually give up when he only tightens his hold in response.

“sleep princess, I’ll be here when you wake up” he whispers uncharacteristically softly, that was all the charge you needed to doze off into dreamland, Satoru following after you not long after.

Suguru

“Just try it”

“no”

“please sugu!”

“no Y/N” he mocks your whiny tone as he chuckles, watching you hold out a face mask you’ve been begging him to try on with you for the past eight minutes.

“I thought you loved me” you scoff, folding your arms.

“you’re going to question my love for you over a face mask?”

“yes! Because if you truly loved me then you would do it”

He rolls his eyes before grabbing the face mask from you hands and examining it skeptically “fine but no pictures”

“aw but you look so cute in face masks” he scoffs and moves to drop the facemask back but you laugh and quickly grab his hands “ok ok deal”.

“how long do we have to keep it on” Suguru asks exasperatedly, his fingers prodding at the itchy mask as you two now sit on the bed tangled in each other’s limbs.

You swat at his fingers to prevent him from messing up the mask which earns you a warning glare. “Just a couple more hours” “WHAT”

“I’m only kidding Sugu, just thirty minutes more”

“like that’s any better” he mumbles throwing his head back onto the pillow dramatically.

A few minutes go by and while you’ve been mindlessly scrolling through your phone, Suguru has been tossing and turning dramatically, hoping to get your attention and make you feel bad for putting him in this predicament.

“Stop being such a baby suguru” you roll your eyes as you watch him turn childishly for the umpteenth time.

“wow that’s your response to your husband being in pain?”

“he’s not in pain” you dismiss him, dropping your phone and untangling yourself from him to head to the bathroom. He sits up and watches you curiously

“where are you going Y/N” “To get something to take your mind of the mask” your muffled voice replies as you emerge a few seconds with his hair oiling kit.

You sit on the bed once more, your back resting against the headboard “sit” you tell him gesturing to between your legs.

He grins as he happily obliges “now this is what I’m talking about” you chuckle at his insistent hate for the face mask as you watch him settle between your legs, his head resting against your torso and his palms gripping your thighs.

You begin oiling and massaging his scalp causing him to let out little hums and noises of satisfaction, not even minutes later the noises stop and his body grows slack.

You chuckle as you lean over his head to see him fast asleep, you wait a couple minutes more before pulling the facemask off his face and gently dislodging yourself to lie beside him.

You hold him in your arms as you reach over to turn the bedside lamp off, kissing his forehead as you bid him goodnight in an unheard whisper.

Kento

You lay sprawled out on Nanami’s body, your chin propped up on his chest as you observed him read his book which was his usual night time routine.

Occasionally, Kento would glance at you and reach his hand out to stroke your cheek softly, his little way of making sure you weren’t bored. He did this even though you assured him multiple times that his handsome face was more than enough to entertain you.

“Ken”

“Yes my love?”

“I just realized….” Kento raises his eyebrows as you trail off, dropping his book to give you his undivided attention.

“you realized what sweetheart?”

“I just realized you’re a blondie” you muse, your hands reaching up to feel his soft blonde hair.

He stares at you for a few seconds before shaking his head, laughing softly “that’s not a bad thing is it love?”

“absolutely not, its adorable”

he hums, his fingers reaching out to stroke your soft cheek again “well as long as you find it redeeming then I’m more than happy to be a ‘blondie’” You chuckle as your fingers begin to card through his hair in a rhythm now, stroking the soft locks that are usually pushed back during the day.

“we should get you pink hairclips to match the aesthetic”

“of course sweetheart, you can use my card”.

You huff out a laughter as you retract your hands from his hair, resting your cheek against his chest now as your exhaustion began to catch up on you. “that easily?”

kento pats your head before putting a bookmark in the page he was reading, deciding he was done for the night “there isn’t a lot I wouldn’t do for you my love” he whispers softly as he pulls you closer, his hands moving down to draw gentle patterns on your back.

Your eyes flutter open as you quickly respond sleepily “I would do a lot for you too ken”

He chuckles at your barely coherent sleep laced sentence, his hands moving to slip under your shirt to enable him skin to skin contact. You hum appreciatively as you fall more and more asleep, his hands always knowing exactly what to do to lull you to sleep.

He places a soft kiss in your hair before reaching over to turn off the light. “Goodnight sweetheart”.

Am I the only one that loves reading fluff bedtime scenarios before I go to bed? Anyways, here is some jjk bedtime fluff while I write part two of my Itachi arranged marriage series. I will definitely do more scenarios in the future with more characters, the next one might be angst like an argument because I'm addicted to hurt to comfort, please send help.

Feel free to check out my other Jujutsu Kaisen fics and more stories!

[sevikaslatinawife]

Passenger Princess

Warnings: modern!au Sevika (she has both her arms), afab!reader, f!reader, fluff, implied age gap (both adults)

It’s something that always happens whenever you’re in a car, when you’re not the one driving.

You don’t know why exactly, but being in a car always makes you sleepy. No matter how much you slept the night before, how long you’ve been in the car, you always doze off or fall asleep completely.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The first time Sevika saw it happen, she thought you hadn’t had enough sleep and scolded you.

“Princess, I told you to go to sleep as soon as we hung up. Did you listen to me?”

“I did go to sleep,” You had pouted, eyes still trying to focus and push back the haze of sleepiness that is beginning to envelope you. “I just…” You shrug. “Maybe I didn’t sleep enough,” You had lied, embarrassed to confess about your kryptonite.

“You think?” She taunts, brushing your hair back from your temple. “Put the seat back and close your eyes. We’ll be there soon but you’re gonna hurt yourself if your neck keeps flopping like that.”

You had nodded timidly and tilted back the seat, enough to keep your head from lolling awkwardly. She kept driving, a hand on your thigh as you let yourself close your eyes again.

However, you had to tell her, and on the way back to her place – you did. You had fiddled with your thumbs and told her how embarrassing it was that you fell asleep during car rides.

She was silent for a moment and you really thought that she’d give you a snarky reply or comment. She usually does without trying and often has hurt your feelings without intending to.

“Cute,” She mutters after a pregnant pause. “You’re like a toddler.”

You shake your head and scoff. “You promised to drop the ‘kid’ comments.”

“But I didn’t say kid, did I? I said toddler,” She smirks, her body half twisted in the driver’s seat to talk to you. “It’s cute that it makes you fall asleep.”

“No, it’s not. It’s rather annoying that I can fall asleep so easily in a car,” You grumble, licking your lips.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” She says simply.

Maybe it isn’t, but you’ve been constantly teased about it. Your friends, family, siblings. You never hear the end of it.

“It isn’t?” You frown, brows furrowed in confusion.

“No,” She laughs and reaches over to play with a strand of her hair. “So you’re a sleepy passenger princess. It’s kind of adorable.”

You tried to suppress your smile but failed miserably. The corners of your mouth twitched and you bite the inside of your cheek.

You leaned over the middle console and pressed a hard kiss to her mouth in turn.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Now, Sevika was always prepared. She’d talk to you but notice when you started to only hum or mumble responses every now and again.

After a moment of silence, she’d glance over to see your fighting to keep your head from rolling forward. So she’d pull over, park and quietly unbuckle her seatbelt.

She’d lean over you until she felt the recliner adjuster. She gently clicks it up and guides the chair back. You stir and go to sit up but she shushes you and holds onto your shoulder.

“It’s okay, princess. Close your eyes. I’ll wake you up when we’re there,” She says and you nod.

Sevika kisses your temple and reaches back for the body pillow she always carried now. She shoved it between you and the door so you wouldn’t bounce your head against the door.

She waits a moment to see that you’re settled before she’s putting her seatbelt on and driving off. Now she goes a tad faster, not enough to startle you but enough to keep you sleeping.

Sevika would smile when she heard your snoring, soft at first but slowly getting a bit louder. You’d probably wake up with an ache in your throat due to this.

Sevika would never tell you, you snore, because you seemed embarrassed of the fact you do. She’d keep it to herself and you believed you grew out of the habit because she wasn’t being a little mean about it.

“Yup, my sleepy princess,” Sevika would mutter to herself as her hand goes to rest on your thigh.

Thoughts? Want more fluff? Send me fluff requests please!

[bellaxgiornata]

Life Worth Living |Chapter Two|

Pairing: Matt x mutant!fem!Reader Word count: 5.8k [Series Masterlist] [Matt Murdock Masterlist]

tags/warnings: 18+; dark themes/content, canon typical violence, emotional hurt/comfort, PTSD, smut, plot twists, fluff and angst, torture, mentions of sexual abuse, canon divergence, Reader has a fake name & is Matt's neighbor

a/n: This update definitely has some angst and gore in it, be warned! Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

Tag list: @kmc1989 @let-it-go-and-live-again @paracosmic-murdock @fries11 @thetorturedpoetcalleddez

The coffee shop was teeming with the morning rush, most patrons standing agitatedly in the long line as they waited for their caffeine fix before heading into work. The smell of fresh roasted coffee filled the air as Karen and you stood near the counter waiting for your orders in relative silence, the both of you almost shoulder to shoulder in the crowded coffee shop. Your eyes felt like they were on fire as you raised a hand, rubbing at them as if that would somehow alleviate the exhaustion you felt this morning.

“You weren’t kidding about staying out all night,” you muttered to Karen.

She sent you a sheepish smile, her hands fidgeting with the belt on her skirt as she glanced down. “Yeah,” she breathed out awkwardly. “I uhm, I really didn’t feel comfortable going back home last night.” She tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear before shooting you a tight smile. “Thanks for coming back to my apartment with me, too. I didn't really want to wear that dress for an entire second day and I just…really didn’t want to go there alone.”

You shrugged lightly in response, smiling at her next to you. Last night you’d learned the story of how she’d met both Foggy and Matt–they’d been her lawyers in a murder case. A crime she hadn’t committed that had happened in her own apartment because of her employers trying to keep her quiet. You didn’t exactly blame her for not wanting to go back there by herself after that, and it wasn't like you were afraid of anyone lurking in there, either. You certainly weren't defenseless. 

“Wasn’t a problem,” you assured her. “I didn’t mind.”  

She nodded in response, inhaling deeply before forcing a smile onto her face. “Thanks for coming out last night, too. Though, I’m sorry Foggy and I were probably incredibly annoying.” She laughed softly, glancing away as if she was somewhat embarrassed. “I can’t imagine what that must have been like to deal with sober.”

An amused huff fell out of you as you recalled last night. Karen had remained in a giggly state almost for the duration of the evening while Foggy had very obviously flirted with her–something she appeared oblivious to. Besides learning about how Karen had become friends with Foggy and Matt, you’d managed to dodge too many personal questions about yourself with how drunk they’d gotten.

“Honestly, it was fun,” you told her. “Though I can’t say it wasn’t more enjoyable when you both finally sobered up early this morning.” 

The barista behind the counter called out your orders, placing the paper cups down onto the marbled countertop. Both of you stepped forward to grab them, each of you moving sluggish from not having slept at all last night. They really had been determined to stay out all night–or at least, Karen certainly had.

“But it was definitely more enjoyable to converse with you two when you could make coherent sentences again,” you teased her, bringing your coffee to your lips.

“Oh, God,” Karen grumbled, wiping a hand down her face in embarrassment. “We must have sounded ridiculous.”

The pair of you maneuvered your way through the busy shop, heading towards the exit. Pushing the door open, you stepped out onto the sidewalk and into the morning bustle of the city rushing past. A few people shot you both glares as you tried to weave through the swarm of foot traffic outside.

“Just a bit,” you said with a grin.

Karen took a sip of her cappuccino, eyes closing to revel in the caffeine for a moment beside you as you both walked. When she opened her eyes again, she glanced over her shoulder at you, a warm smile on her lips.

“Thanks for the coffee, too,” she said, holding it up.

“Looked like you could use one after last night,” you replied. “And considering you offered to work for Foggy and Matt for free, I thought I’d help you out.”

She bit her lip as she came to a stop beside the street, pausing to look both ways before beginning to cross. You followed after her, keeping an eye out for traffic as you went. 

“I really should get them to pay me something,” she said with a laugh. “I can't exactly pay my bills without money.”

“Yes, you definitely should,” you agreed.

The pair of you continued down the sidewalk across the street, walking side by side and exhaustedly sipping at your warm drinks. Your body felt like it was on the verge of collapsing and you knew the lone coffee wouldn’t be enough to make it through the day. You probably shouldn’t have stayed out quite so long with them, but you’d genuinely been enjoying yourself. Something that didn't happen often.

A few minutes later, Karen stopped abruptly in front of a brick building. Almost running into her in surprise, some of your coffee sloshed up onto the lid when you halted. Beside you, Karen waved her hand at a sketchy looking door as she smiled at you.

“This is it,” she said.

Your brows furrowed at the sight of the building as you scanned it over before taking in the sign on top. This looked nothing like the law firm her and Foggy had been telling you about last night. Even the sign was for a hardware shop.

“This is Nelson and Murdock?” you asked skeptically. 

Karen rolled her eyes as she stepped over to the dingy white door set into the brick of the building. “I know what it looks like,” she said. “But there's actually a few different offices inside. Come on, I’ll give you a brief tour.”

Following after her, you entered the building and headed down the hall past multiple different office suites. Curiously, you glanced at each one as you passed them until the pair of you reached the last door at the end of the hall. On the glass of it there was a taped piece of paper with the words ‘Nelson and Murdock, Attorneys at Law’ written in black sharpie. 

You waited silently as Karen unlocked the door to the office, sipping at your coffee as you wondered what to expect inside. A moment later, she swung open the door and stepped into the office. Following in after her, you immediately noticed the folding table with a small stack of papers on top of it in the main room. Just opposite of the table, up against the wall, were a few boxes which appeared to be filled with files. You took a few steps into the room, surprised at how sparse it was.

Dropping her purse onto the folding table, Karen turned around and took another sip of her coffee, her eyes on you over the lid of it as she drank. Swallowing down the liquid, she lowered her cup and raised a brow at you.

“Would you like the grand tour?” she asked.

Biting your lip in response, you glanced around the small office. A tour? You didn’t think there was much to tour here.

“Sure?” you answered hesitantly. 

Karen set her coffee down on the table beside her purse before waving her arms around the both of you in a wide, sweeping gesture. “This is my office. It’s where I answer calls and sit and greet clients–if we had any.” Pushing off the folding table, she crossed the room and pushed a door to the right open before gesturing inside. “This is Foggy’s office–he’s working on decorating, or so he says.” 

She closed the office door before turning and pointing to a door beside Foggy’s office, though she didn’t bother to open it. 

“In there is supposed to be the conference room,” she explained, “but there’s absolutely no furniture. So right now it’s just an empty room.”

Your finger tapped idly against the cup in your hand, watching as she crossed the main office, her heels clicking along the floor. She pushed open the door to another room on the opposite side of the space, and you took a step forward, peering inside curiously. Just like Foggy’s office, there was only a worn desk and a folding chair inside of it.

“And this is Matt’s office,” she told you. “We’re uh, still working on getting more office furniture.” 

“I can see that,” you mused.

Drawing your coffee cup to your lips for another drink, you watched as Karen moved just past Matt’s office, gesturing to a small little corner of a space tucked away inside the main office. It was so tiny and hidden that you hadn’t even noticed it there at first.

"And this is our break room,” she told you, sweeping her hand towards the space that looked like it barely fit one person in it at a time. “There's a little coffee maker and some cups but that's about it. Foggy keeps stealing sugar packets for us, but we’d need coffee or tea to put it in. So really, all we have is sugar."

You bit back the smile threatening to overtake your face at the comment as Karen headed back towards the folding table, resting her hip against it. That definitely sounded like the Foggy you’d gotten to know last night. 

“And that’s the tour,” she said, grabbing her coffee from off the table.

Eyes scanning around the small office, you took it in once more. “When they said they just started their own practice together,” you began, focusing back on her, “they really did mean they just opened it, didn't they?”

Karen had opened her mouth to answer you, but the door to the office swung open behind you before she could get a word out. Turning around, you saw Foggy step inside, a coffee in his own hand and obvious dark circles under his eyes. He grinned when he spotted you, shutting the door behind himself.

“Olivia, I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” Foggy greeted. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“Karen and I grabbed coffee across the street,” you told him, eyeing the way he rubbed at his forehead. “You doing okay there, Nelson?”

“Me?” Foggy asked, perking up at your question. “I’m great. Or I will be when I finish this,” he answered, raising his cup of coffee in the air. “Just next time,” he said, glancing behind you to Karen, “maybe we shouldn’t drink the eel.”

Karen let out a laugh, quickly nodding her head in agreement. Eyes following as Foggy made his way further into the office, you watched as he took a sip of his coffee. He looked like he was about to pass out any minute–and he’d actually gone home to be responsible and get a couple hours of sleep. 

“You keep saying that,” you pointed out, raising your latte to your mouth, “and now I’m not sure I even want to know what that means.”

“This drink at Josie’s bar,” Foggy began, turning back towards you. He opened his mouth before pausing, shaking his head and waving a dismissive hand. “It doesn’t matter. Just tell me ‘no' if I ever ask you to do it.”

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” you assured him.

The sound of the door opening again caught the attention of all three of you. Looking over your shoulder, you caught sight of your neighbor, Matt. Almost instantly you noticed the way he was moving slowly as he gently closed the door behind himself. Seconds later, you felt that odd prickling feeling dancing along your skin and your eyes narrowed at him.

“Hey buddy!” Foggy called out as Matt leant his cane against the wall. “We were just–”

Foggy broke off on a gasp the moment your attention flickered to the same thing his just had. There was a deep purple bruise blooming across his face, barely concealed behind those dark glasses.

“Dude, what happened to your eye?” Foggy asked.

“Shit,” Karen breathed out from across the room, wincing at the sight of his face. “Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Matt answered offhandedly, adjusting his glasses further up his nose. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going last night. It was my fault. Not a big deal.”

Standing there holding your coffee in your hand, you eyed Matt curiously. You’d seen plenty of bruises in your time. There was no way he’d just had an accident that gave him something that looked quite so painful.

“You need a service dog,” Foggy pointed out, gesturing his coffee at Matt. “I keep telling you that, but this just proves it.”

Matt chuckled at the comment, shaking his head. “I am not going to get a dog, Foggy.”

“And why not? What’s wrong with dogs?” Foggy pressed. “Do you not like dogs? Because Matt, buddy, everyone loves dogs.”

“I love dogs,” Karen tossed out.

Foggy waved a hand at Karen, his energy levels clearly picking back up. You smiled as you took another sip of coffee, watching the trio with amusement. Though you still couldn’t shake that lingering feeling of something passing over your skin.

“Exactly!” Foggy exclaimed before turning towards you. “Olivia? Chime in here?” The second Matt’s eyebrows drew together in confusion, Foggy quickly turned towards his friend and business partner. “Your new neighbor, Olivia, is here, by the way,” Foggy explained briefly. “Suppose we should’ve led with that.”

Clearing your throat awkwardly when Foggy’s expectant expression focused on you again, you shrugged. Truthfully, you’d never had much experience with a dog. Or any pet for that matter. Though you’d stumbled across stray cats.

“I mean I’m…partial to cats?” you offered.

“Oh come on!” Foggy groaned, tossing his head back.

Matt’s lip twitched upwards at the corner, a small smile playing across them at your response. His head tilted in the direction your voice had come from and the hair on your arms rose. That was…odd. It was almost as if you could feel him focusing on you. But why?

“Good morning, Olivia,” Matt greeted you, voice full of charm. “I didn’t realize you were here, I apologize or I’d have greeted you sooner.”

“Oh that’s–” you paused, clearing your throat before shaking your head. Why was his attention making you physically feel so strange? “It’s alright. Good morning, Matt.”

“You missed a hell of a night last night,” Foggy cut in, his eyes narrowing at Matt over his coffee cup. “Where even were you? Karen and I were banging on your door for a while but you never answered.”

“I was uh…” Matt coughed, glancing down at the floor. “Busy.”

Foggy paused before something like recognition dawned on him at what Matt had told him. “Uh huh. Well while you were busy, Karen and I went out and got drunk. Since you weren’t around, we ended up roping Olivia here into staying up all night with us.”

Matt’s brows rose high behind his dark glasses, his head lifting curiously at that. “Did you now?” he asked.  

His head turned in your direction again, that weird feeling still present along your skin. How the hell did he have that effect on you? It made no sense and it was making it hard to focus. 

“They made a good point,” you answered, eyes still curiously narrowed at him in return. “I just moved here and don’t really know anyone. Staying up all night with two strangers in a new city sounded like a horribly great idea.”

Matt’s smile slowly grew at your response. Even with his glasses on, you could see the way the lines near his eyes crinkled. There was a lone dimple in his cheek that you caught beneath the dark stubble on his face. 

“Then I deeply regret my absence last night, Miss Allen,” Matt said, his voice smooth as he spoke. 

He paused, his tongue briefly flitting out against his lips. The motion drew your eyes and you could have sworn his lips twitched into a smirk. 

“I wish I could have helped welcome you to the city,” he continued. “Maybe some other time you’d be interested in coming out with us to Josie’s?”

Biting your lip, you hesitated. He seemed harmless enough, though whatever effect he had on you was confusing. You weren’t sure if it was something to be concerned about or not, but maybe more time around him might help you make sense of whatever was happening.

“I suppose I’d be open to that,” you answered slowly, brows faintly pinched together as you studied him. “Though, I think I’m done staying out all night.”

Matt chuckled, that charming grin still on his face. “Of course. Wouldn’t expect you to repeat that anytime soon.”

“We definitely are not twenty-one anymore,” Foggy agreed, running a hand through his hair in exhaustion. “I need coffee in an IV this morning. And whatever else has caffeine in–”

A knock came at the door of the office, the sound abruptly cutting Foggy off. You watched as all three just stood there in a mixture of surprise and confusion. 

“Someone’s at the door?” Foggy asked, his voice almost a whisper.

“It would appear so,” Matt answered, still grinning. Turning his attention on Karen, his dark brows rose behind the red lenses. “Karen? You want to get that? It appears we might have a client.”

Karen blinked a few times in surprise before she shook her head, plastering a smile onto her face. “Right, yeah, a client,” she said, almost in disbelief at the fact. “Yeah, let me just–”

Stepping out of the way, you watched as Karen hurried over to the door and opened it. The moment a tall, well-dressed man in what looked to be an expensive suit appeared in the doorway, you felt that odd prickle along your skin abruptly dissipate. Your eyes shifted over to Matt, your brows only pinching further together as you watched him focusing on the doorway now.

Odd.

“Hello,” the man greeted, a professional air about him as he scanned everyone in the room. “Do you do walk-ins?”

Foggy immediately hurried over to greet the gentleman before you smiled awkwardly back at Karen, taking a step towards the door. You needed to get back to your own place now and they were clearly about to be busy.

“I should actually get back,” you told the group. “Don’t want to be late logging in for work.”

Foggy sent you a brief smile before focusing his full attention on the potential client who looked like he might actually pay them considering how well dressed he was. Karen waved at you before you ducked your head, turning towards the exit and quickly pulling the door back open.

“It was good running into you again, Olivia,” Matt called after you.

Hesitating out in the hallway, you glanced over your shoulder at him. He was looking at you again, and that odd sensation was back passing over your skin. You caught the way his head canted to the side, his smile slightly faltering, before you turned and darted down the hall.

Your day dragged on painfully slow today–which you easily credited to the lack of sleep. You’d had to make two more lattes just to survive all the way to half past four when your shift ended. By the time you’d finished for the day, your eyes felt like they were barely open. 

No more all nighters just to make friends. 

Having absolutely no energy to even think about cooking for the evening, you headed into your bedroom and sat on the edge of your bed with your phone in hand. Pulling up a food delivery app on the device, you scrolled through the plethora of options–something you were quickly discovering you loved about being in such a large city. There was so much you’d yet to experience. 

You spent a few minutes ordering food in the app before grabbing some clothing from your dresser. Afterwards, you’d crossed the hall to your bathroom and taken a very long, very hot shower that felt far too good on your aching and exhausted body. It wasn’t until your stomach was rumbling in hunger that you forced yourself to finally turn off the hot water and get out. Your food would probably be delivered soon, anyway. 

Finished drying off and dressing after your shower, you felt partially more alive than you had all day. Though, you still planned to pass out in your bed once you’d finished your dinner. Last night had really taken its toll on you. 

Heading down the short hallway towards your living room, you collapsed onto the gray sofa before tossing your legs up along the cushions. Resting your head along the armrest, you sunk into the couch and relaxed, closing your eyes. But the longer you laid there like this, the closer to falling asleep you grew. 

With a huff, you forced yourself to sit up on the couch before reaching over to grab the television remote from off of your coffee table. Aimlessly you began flipping through the channels, not particularly interested in watching anything as you waited for your food. Eventually you settled on some local news segment, your attention caught by the three news anchors currently discussing the mysterious vigilante in Hell's Kitchen that you’d been hearing about this past week. The Masked Man.

"Some say he's a hero," the brunette reporter said, her attention on her two male co-anchors beside her. "Apparently after last night, rumors are flying around the city saying that he was responsible for taking down that human trafficking ring. They’re even claiming that he saved a young boy who’d been kidnapped."

One of the men on screen scoffed at the information, rolling his eyes. "The Man in the Mask is nothing but some guy with an ego problem,” he countered. “He plays at being a hero, but really he’s just out there assaulting people at night. Doesn't matter if they're criminals–it's still against the law. I mean, where do we draw the line?"

"You're completely right," the other man began, adjusting the glasses on his nose. "This is something that is best left to the police. It's their job to handle things and this vigilante is only getting in the way and making more work for our law enforcement. And, God forbid, he encourages others to come out and do the same."

Stifling a yawn behind a hand, you tried to stay awake as you listened to the segment. Over the past week since you'd moved to the city, you’d heard brief rumblings about this vigilante that some people were beginning to call the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Whenever you’d been out grabbing coffee or picking up groceries–even just waiting at crosswalks–you’d overheard people recounting sightings of him in the area. Or you’d heard people discussing how he'd helped someone they knew. He sounded more like a hero to you than these news anchors wanted to admit.

Running a hand over your forehead, you noticed how the three reporters on the news station had switched back over to discussing the Shlottman case. You sat up straighter on the couch, your eyes now focused on the screen with what they began saying.

"Don't even get me started on this ridiculous story," the man with glasses groaned. "It's absurd! It's just a young girl grasping at straws to avoid her rightful conviction. I mean hell," he continued, voice raising, "there's video footage of her committing the crime in the elevator!"

"I'll have to agree with you, Mark," the brunette reporter said with a laugh, the smile on her face making your stomach twist. "If there was a man running around the city with the ability to control minds, I think we'd have heard about him before now."

A flood of fear shot straight through you as your hand gripped the cushions of the couch. Eyes darting around your dark apartment, you felt your pulse quicken.

It's just a coincidence. It's not him.

"Exactly!" Mark exclaimed. "Some guy with the ability to control others? To tell them what to do? And he's using it to make a young woman kill her parents? No," he said, shaking his head. "I'm not buying it. But I would buy an insanity plea."

"You know," the other news anchor piped in, "the man arrested for this morning's armed robbery is claiming he was also mind controlled to commit the crime."

The three anchors shared a laugh at the joke as your eyes flew back to the television screen. Your nails dug into the cushion even tighter, your breath coming in a bit sharper.

"I heard about that!" the woman said. "Said that man told him to do it, just like he did with Shlottman. What a story!"

You could feel the color drain from your face at the callous discussion occurring on your television. A sick feeling began to twist your stomach as they laughed.

"Mine."

Shrieking in surprise, you jumped at the voice before darting to the other end of the couch, practically curling up against the armrest. You swore you’d felt the pass of warm breath against your ear at the entirely too familiar voice.

"My little dove."

Bolting up off the couch, you took a few steps towards your television, keeping your back to the wall as your eyes scanned your apartment in search of where the voice had come from. With your heart hammering in your throat, your palms dampening in fear, you soon realized you were still alone. It was just in your head–just like he had once been. 

A knock came from your apartment door and another startled shriek flew past your lips, your head whipping in the direction of the noise. As your fear increased, so did the faintest, familiar vibration in your skull.

"Uh sorry, didn't mean to scare you in there," a woman's hesitant voice called from the other side of the door. "You're Miss Allen, right? Ordered some tacos from Nina's for delivery?"

Exhaling roughly at the woman’s confused voice, you ran a hand over your face. It was just the food you’d ordered before you’d taken a shower. You were just overtired and on edge, that’s all.

He's not here. He isn't looking for me.

Closing your eyes, you focused on trying to calm your breath until that faint vibration in your head dissipated. When it finally did, you made your way down the entry hall to the door, pulling back the cover on the peephole just to make sure she really was delivering food. On the other side of your door stood a woman in her early twenties with a bag of food in one hand clearly labeled Nina's Tacos. Letting the cover drop, you tried to relax before unlocking the deadbolt and the door lock. 

The second the door was open, the woman sent you an awkward smile. She eyed you cautiously, probably noticing the way you clung to the door as if you were one second from slamming it shut on her face.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," she apologized again.

Hesitantly, she held out the bag of food towards you. Giving her a final once over, you decided she wasn’t a threat. Reaching your hand out, you grabbed the bag from her.

"Just jumpy from lack of sleep," you muttered.

“Right, uh…have a good night, then," she replied awkwardly.

"You too.”

Instantly you closed the apartment door, quickly putting the locks back into place. You could just barely catch the woman muttering something unintelligible under her breath–probably about your rudeness–before you made your way back to the living room. Settling down on your couch, your eyes once more darted around your apartment as you set the bag of food onto the coffee table. You were still alone in here.

Snatching the remote from off of your coffee table, you quickly switched the channel to something else, roughly pressing your finger on the button of your remote. No more news for tonight. You’d find something that wouldn’t remind you of him.

A flash of bright red sprayed across the hall with such force that the blood splattered against the glass window of your small, square room. Bright red dripped down on the other side of the thick glass directly opposite of where the palms of your hands were pressed against it. Breath stuck in your throat and eyes wide in shock, you watched Doctor Barlowe drop heavily to her knees before she slumped forward, falling face first onto the once pristine floor. A surgical scalpel slipped from her limp hand, now lying in a pool of crimson. 

Eyes shifting to the scalpel, you stared at it in complete horror before your gaze slowly drifted up to the unfamiliar figure on the other side of the glass. He was standing beside a terrified Doctor Whitlock, the man looking frozen from fear after what had just happened to Doctor Barlowe. The strange man dressed in a dark suit glanced through the glass at you, a friendly, almost warm smile on his face as his eyes met yours. He stepped forward towards the wall near your room, pressing the button for the intercom as he held your stare. 

“Don’t be afraid of me, little dove,” he told you, his accented voice coming through the speakers and filling your cell. “I’m not here to hurt you, I’m here to free you.” 

He lifted his finger from the button before turning his attention to Whitlock. The man was still completely frozen in terror in the hallway outside of your cell. You couldn’t fathom why he wasn’t running away, especially with Barlowe’s body sprawled lifeless just feet in front of him. But then you saw something in his hand, something you hadn’t noticed in all the chaos. He was holding a syringe filled with the vibrant orange serum you’d often been injected with. 

Silently, you watched the man in the dark suit say something to Doctor Whitlock, his voice too quiet for you to hear within your cell. Hands still pressed against the bloodstained glass, you watched as Whitlock shook his head back at the man, his lips moving rapidly as his hand holding the serum began to raise, hesitating just at his own neck.

Eyes darting back towards the man in the suit, you felt your heart pounding as he stalked casually over towards Whitlock, an easy smile on his face as he casually side-stepped the dead body on the floor. He reached Doctor Whitlock, lightly patting him on the cheek before he said something else. Whitlock turned and took a few steps forward towards your cell, his eyes wide and pleading as his mouth kept moving–but you couldn’t hear anything from inside of your room.

The man stepped up behind Whitlock, leaning forward enough to whisper into his ear. Without warning, Whitlock jammed the syringe into his neck and roughly pushed the plunger down, his following scream just somewhat muffled by the thick walls of your room. Mouth falling open in shock, your eyes darted back up to the man in the suit. He was smiling warmly back at you from his place behind Doctor Whitlock as the man continued screaming, his hands clawing at his throat. But the suited man appeared completely uninterested in his pain.

Doctor Whitlock’s muffled screams suddenly went silent a few seconds later, the abruptness of it causing your brows to pinch together. That’s when you noticed how red his face had become–a deep shade that was almost violet. The man in the suit walked around him as he headed back towards the intercom for your cell, his attention only somewhat focused on the struggling Whitlock. But by the time the man in the suit had reached the intercom again, Whitlock’s eyes had rolled back into his head, the whites of them all that were left visible–and they were quickly turning bright red.

And then, with a muffled pop, Doctor Whitlock’s head exploded into a mess of blood and gore. A scream flew out of your lips as you pushed away from the glass, panic racing through you as you sent a horrified look at the man in the suit. His lip was curled in disgust as he eyed the blood and brain matter that had landed on his dark suit coat, but when he glanced up and met your gaze again through the glass, that oddly gentle expression returned. He reached out and pressed the intercom button, his eyes fixed on you as he spoke.

“They deserved this, don’t feel any remorse,” his smooth voice droned through the speaker. “And you, little dove, don’t belong in a cage.”

Eyes flying wide open, you lay in your bed breathing heavily. Shoving yourself upright in a panic, you pushed yourself back up against the headboard and immediately wrapped your arms around your body. You were shaking along the mattress, trying desperately to focus and ground yourself in your room in the dark–your lamp on the bedside table, the feel of your sheets against your skin, the sound of your own gasping breaths.  

“Come back, little dove.”

Your eyes clamped shut instantly. “No,” you ground out forcefully.

“You belong with me.”

“Shut up, shut up!” you shouted, throwing your hands over your ears as you violently shook your head.

His laugh filled your bedroom, reverberating around the space and somehow past your hands covering your ears. You flinched at the sound of it.

“You’re mine, little dove.”

You felt a hand graze the bare skin along the back of your neck and jolted with a loud scream. Flailing your limbs, you attempted to free yourself of your bedsheets that had twisted around your legs. In your haste, you knocked the lamp off of the nightstand, causing it to fall to the floor with a loud crash. Eventually, you managed to scramble out of bed and to race to the sliding bedroom door, pressing your back against the wall as you turned on the light. The overhead light on the ceiling instantly flooded the room, dispersing the shadows.

Your bedroom was empty. He wasn’t here. All you could see was your messy bed, the dark gray sheets half on the floor now, and your bedside lamp a broken mess beside them. 

You were alone.

At least, you were until a loud few knocks against your apartment sounded from down the hall. Head whipping over your shoulder, your eyes darted toward the bedroom door on your left and you froze. Your heart was slamming away so wildly in your chest that you almost missed that weird sensation along your skin before you heard his voice.

“Olivia?” Matt called out behind your apartment door. “It’s Matt. Your neighbor across the hall. I heard screaming and a crash. Are you okay in there?”

Your head tipped backwards against the wall behind you, your eyes drifting closed at his concerned voice.

It’s not him. He’s not here. 

Taking a few shuddering breaths, you attempted to calm down. He wasn’t here, but now your odd neighbor from across the hall was.

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This (William Afton x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Hello! Wow, I can honestly say I wasn't expecting that big of a response on my first fic so thank all of you so much!! I've got brain rot real bad about this man, so expect a lot of fics for him. Now, onto the fun part. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! ADULT CONTENT AHEAD, 18+ FIC AHEAD, MDNI, age gap (reader is in college, William is in his 40's/50's), jealous William, hinted that he killed your terrible coworker if you squint, thigh riding, unprotected sex, pnv sex, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, some spanking but it's nothing too intense, size difference (I just love me a big man what can I say?), cock warming, Reader is 5'0/152cm because that's how tall I am, whoops) dom William, slight degradation, definite praise, pining, domestic!William, OOC William, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, use of pet names sweetheart, honey, pretty little thing, bunny (I think that's everything, please let me know if I forgot any tags!)

Word count: 8,058

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You tapped softly on your boss’s half open door. You heard him finish up a phone call, the receiver clicking as he hung up. “Come on in.” He calls cheerfully. You push open the door, his gaze softening as it landed on you.

“Mr. Afton, can I talk to you really quick?” You ask nervously, anxiously tracing over the cold brass doorknob with your finger.

“Of course you can. Shut the door, come on in.” You do as he says, you swallow thickly as the door clicks shut behind you. You sat in one of the stiff pizzaria chairs he had at his desk, the once vibrant clumps of geometric shapes beginning to fade with age. “What can I do for you sweetheart?” He folds his hands in front of him as he shoots you a small smile. You always found yourself growing flustered under his gaze, your eyes darted to the nameplate that sat on his desk, tracing over the neat gold letters as you tried to steady your pounding heart.

“I was just wondering if you could stop scheduling me with Kyle?” You mutter, cursing internally at how stupid your request sounded.

“What happened? He didn't hurt you, did he?” The sudden flash of anger in his voice was unmistakable.

“No, nothing like that. It just feels like he always goes out of his way to give me the worst jobs. A kid throws up in the ball pit, I have to clean it up. A parent gets too drunk and trashes a table, I'm the one on my hands and knees making sure there's no fragments of glass still stuck in the carpet. I know this probably sounds ridiculous, I'm not trying to start problems-”

“(Y/N).” His gentle tone makes you freeze. Your eyes drift up to meet his. He reaches across his desk, holding his hand out for you. You tentatively slip your hand into his, your breath shaky as you watch him trail his thumb over your knuckles. His skin was so warm, you looked so small and delicate compared to him. “I'll deal with Kyle, okay? You're too pretty to be doing those jobs anyways.” You can't help but blush as he winks at you. He stands up, his height allowing him to tower over you as he walks you to the door, his hand on the small of your back. “Have a good night sweetheart, I'll see you tomorrow.” He smiles down at you.

“Goodnight, Mr. Afton.” You smile coyly at him as you turn to leave. He leans against the door way, his arms crossing over his chest as he scans over the pizzeria.

“Kyle!” He barks. “Come see me at the end of your shift bud, we need to have a little chat.” You couldn't keep the smile off your face as you pushed out of the building.

When you came back the next day you expected to see Kyle seething with rage over whatever punishment Mr. Afton had dished out, but he was nowhere to be found. You wandered back towards your boss’ office, wanting to let him know you had arrived to start opening. “There's my favorite girl.” He grins as you poke your head through the doorway. “Come sit, I took care of opening prep, you relax.” He nods in the direction of one of the chairs across from him. He never takes his eyes off of you as you sit rigidly in the seat. “You look tired, would you like some coffee?”

“Oh, you don't have to trouble yourself.” He attempts to wave you off, both of your actions cut short by the sound of your stomach rumbling. “Excuse me.” You look away awkwardly.

“I guess something a little more substantial than coffee is in order here.” He stands, motioning for you to follow him. You trail behind him as he leads you into the kitchen, the smell of the greasy premade pepperoni pizza baking in the oven practically making your mouth water. He grabs the wooden peel, expertly flicking the pizza onto it and retrieving it from the industrial sized oven. “So you haven't eaten and you look exhausted.” You cringed slightly as you waited for him to chastise you, knowing how bad it looked that you weren't showing up to your job with your best foot forward. He sets the pizza on a metal tray, leaving it to cool as his focus directs itself onto you. He takes a few long, agonizingly slow strides towards you. “Is everything okay, sweetheart?” You found yourself immediately growing flustered at the sound of the familiar pet name. Mr. Afton had been using the endearment since you had started, yet hearing it roll so effortlessly off of his tongue never failed to make your cheeks grow warm and arousal to pool between your legs.

“Yeah, it's stupid.” You try to brush your earlier problems of the day away, not wanting to bring attention to what you believed would come off as a childish reason to be upset. Seeing the concerned looks in your boss’ eyes prompted you to continue. “I got into a fight with my roommate today and I ran out of time to eat because we were arguing. I'm sorry-”

“Sweetheart, you don't have to apologize.” A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice. “I'm worried, not upset.” His shoes enter your line of sight, which was currently trained on the floor, as he steps in front of you. A set of warm fingers ghost over the skin of your cheek, pushing back a stray tendril of hair that had fallen out of your messy attempt at tying it back. You slowly meet his hazy green eyes, a patient smile adorning his lips as he waits for his words to settle. You gave him a small nod in response. You walk out onto the main floor of the pizzeria, the eyes of the four life sized animatronics seeming to follow your every move. Although you had grown used to the sight of the vibrantly colored animals, there was something about them that still unnerved you. “Who's your favorite?” You jump slightly when Mr. Afton suddenly speaks up. You breathe out a laugh as you turn to face him.

“Bonnie,” his face lights up at your immediate answer, “I've always liked rabbits.” You join him in the small booth, he eyes you carefully as he serves you a piece of pizza on a napkin. “Thank you for the pizza, Mr. Afton.”

“William.” He corrects with a small smile. “There's no need to be so stiff outside of work hours, doll.”

You can't help but giggle at his playful tone. “Well, thank you for the pizza, William.” He straightens up slightly at the sound of you saying his name. You were honestly a bit surprised to say that you were having a good time. William was charismatic, funny, a little awkward but in a way that came off as endearing. You stood side by side with him in the kitchen, working in tandem to clean up the dishes you made from your impromptu lunch date. You kept finding your eyes drifting over to him, the sight of his sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, his muscular forearms flexing as he twisted a rag inside of a cup. You swallowed thickly, quickly tearing your eyes away from him and back to the metal pizza pan.

“Right behind you, sweetheart.” William groans as he reaches around you to grab a dry rag. Your heart pounded in your chest as he leaned into you. You feel his arm brush against your back and you dared to look over at him considering that you might never get the chance to be so close to him again, your little secret crush on your boss refused to let you miss that opportunity. You let out a small, startled squeak as you found him already looking at you. Everything about him seemed to only drag you in deeper as you got caught up in his gaze. The deep, musky smell of his cologne, his mossy green eyes holding you firmly in place. His arm wraps around your waist, your hands flying to his chest as he pulls you into him, his lips crashing against yours. It took a moment for your mind to catch up with what was happening to your body. Your eyes fluttered shut, the warmth of being pressed tightly to him seeping into you as you let yourself give in to what you truly wanted. Your hands slid over the soft fabric of his shirt, your fingers just barely grazing over his collar to pull him closer when the main door to the pizzeria slammed open and the excited voices of your coworkers filed in. You startled apart, Williams eyes immediately averting to the floor as a look of shame rapidly spreads across his features. He mutters out a hurried apology as he pushes past you, through the kitchen doors, and directly into his office. You saw your friend Ashley jump as the door slammed behind him, eventually seeing you standing alone in the kitchen as your face dropped into your hands. You had no reason to be but you felt embarrassed. Your whole face burned as the moment replayed itself over and over in your head.

“What the hell was all of that?” Ashley exclaims in a hushed tone as she enters the kitchen.

“Nothing!” You turn to the sink, pretending to wash your hands as an excuse to not have to look at her. “Mr. Afton had an important call to take.” She eyes you curiously, knowing you weren't being honest with her. You felt sweat begin to bead at your temple under her scrutinizing gaze.

“Fine, keep your secrets.” She huffs playfully as she crosses her arms over her chest. She quickly closes the gap in between you, “but if you're fucking the boss and you're not telling me I'm going to be so mad.” You knew it was a joke but you were still a bit on edge from the earlier ordeal.

“Keep your voice down!” You snap, quickly looking over at his office door to see that it was, thankfully, still shut. She gasps, your nervous body language giving you away.

“Tell me everything.” She grabs you by the shoulders, forcing your attention back on her. “Is he good? Is he… y'know?” Her eyes flashing down to your crotch and back up. “Is he big?”

“Ashley!” You attempt to shush her again. “I'm not sleeping with Will-Mr. Afton.” You hurried to try and correct yourself, but your little slip up only added more fuel to the fire.

“Were you about to call him William?” She grills you, a wide, excited smile taking over her face. “Do you guys have pet names for each other? I hear him call you sweetheart all the time but I thought that was just because you're his favor-” You clamp a hand over her mouth, it was the only way you could think of to get her quiet.

“Just hang on,” you wait to see if she was actually done talking before pulling your hand away. “I came in early to open. I was supposed to be working with Kyle but he never showed. I think Mr. Afton might have fired him.”

“Did you finally go talk to him about that creep?” She asks as she leans up against the counter. You nod in response, “good, he was making your life a living hell here. Continue…” she prompts with a wave of her hand.

“I walk over to his office just to let him know that I'm here and he tells me that everything's already done-that’s not the important part.” You took a deep breath to steady yourself before telling her what had gotten you so frazzled. “He was helping me clean some dishes and he reached around me for the towel, so what was I supposed to do? Not look?” Ashley chuckles, being the one person who knew about your crush she understood how impossible that would have been for you. “I looked over at him and he was already looking at me and then he kissed me and then you guys came in-”

“Hold on. Pause.” She holds up her hands to get you to halt your recap. “He kissed you?” You nod, but before you had time to continue one of your coworkers kicked open the double doors to the kitchen.

“Alright ladies, I hate to interrupt, but I got some pizza to make.” He groans through his forced smile.

“We’ll talk about this later.” She whispers hurriedly as she ties her apron around her waist. You nod, copying her motions as you prepare to open for the day. Throughout your shift you kept thinking about the kiss. Did it mean something or was it just an impulse? Did William somehow know about your crush on him? You stood at the side of the pizzeria, unable to keep the smile off of your face as you watched him take a picture with an excited child. You found your mind wandering again, the delighted scream, pings, and whirrs of the room around you seemed to almost fade away. You could still feel his arm wrapped around your waist, how strong his broad chest was under the palms of your hands. You snapped yourself from your daydream, the glowing white eyes of the Spring Bonnie suit studying you carefully. You straightened up, hurrying off to the kitchen so you wouldn't be seen slacking. By the end of the night you had just about driven yourself crazy with questions. Questions you were determined to get answers to. You said goodbye to your coworkers, promising Ashley that you would catch her up when you were able to. You walk up to your boss’ door, a determined look etched into your features. You raised your fist, freezing just before knocking. Why was this so hard? He kissed you! If anything you should be furious! He had completely ambushed you out of nowhere and you had spent the whole day walking around in a fog because of it. But, part of you was worried about what his answer might be. It was easy to hide your feelings from him up until now; glances that lasted a little too long, walking a little too close to him so your fingers could brush his, it could all be passed off as if it were nothing. Now, you were standing in front of his door ready to charge in there to demand an explanation for the kiss not because you were upset with him… but because you were hopeful about what the implications of what that kiss could mean. Before you had the chance to decide for yourself what you were going to do the door opened. William froze at the sight of you standing on the other side. He sighs, raking a hand through his already messy hair.

“(Y/N), I'm sorry about earlier, I don't know what came over me.” Your heart cracked slightly at his apology. So, it really was just an impulse. “Can we… Can we talk about this? I think it might be better for both of us to get it all out in the open.” You were struggling to fight against the tears blurring your vision.

“I think I'm just going to go home, Mr. Afton.” You grimaced at the sound of your voice shaking.

“Sweetheart, I can't let you drive like that.” He carefully wipes away a tear that had slipped onto your cheek. Your lip quivered at the sound of his pet name for you, a soft sob breaking free from your chest as you couldn't hold back your tears any longer. William quickly pulls you into his arms, letting you hide against him. “That's it, let it out.” He says as he soothingly rubs your back. Your arms finally slid around his torso, he rocked you back and forth slightly as he waited for you to calm down. You sniffle as you pull back from him, his warm hand cupping your cheek. “You're even pretty when you cry.” He muses. Your cheeks flushed at the compliment. You allow him to wipe away any remaining trails of tears, realizing after avoiding each other all day that you missed being close to him.

“William,” your voice was a hoarse croak as you spoke. You place a hand over the one he has resting on your cheek. “I want to kiss you again… please.” His eyes widened slightly at the request. But, once he let your words sink in, he wasted no time granting your request. You stumbled back slightly as he kissed you passionately. You grab onto his collar, keeping him flush against you as you reveled in the sensation. One of his hands slaps haphazardly against the doorway as he guides the two of you inside, roughly kicking the door shut before slamming your back against it. He takes your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head in one swift movement. You whimpered softly as he pulled away from you, despite your desperate need to breathe you felt like you would die without his lips on yours. You had to look almost straight up in order to meet his eyes, a wild and hungry look dominating his gaze. He breathes out a chuckle at the sight of you, the look you gave him so full of need it nearly brought him to his knees.

“Such a pretty little thing you are, sweetheart.” He slowly swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, the flesh tender and swollen for the one mind numbing kiss he had granted you. “I can't tell you how long I've wanted you.” You whine as you feel his leg push in between your own. You were forced up onto your toes, struggling to contain the soft moan that bubbles up in your throat at the delicious pressure against your clit.

“Enlighten me.” You challenge, earning a deep, rumbling laugh from him.

“Surely, you must've known.” His head dips into the crook of your neck, biting you hard enough that you knew he would leave a mark behind. “I see you everyday; the way those tight little jeans mold to your ass, how your shirt is always pulled down just low enough to tease me…” you see the briefest look of jealousy flash through his eyes. “How those immature, snotty little college boys are constantly throwing themselves at you.” He pushes into you, his lips staying just out of reach as he keeps you pinned in place. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, he smirked as he felt you squirming against his thigh. “What's the matter sweetheart?” He asks sardonically. You were having trouble thinking straight. Every time you let your full weight sink into him it only made you need his touch more, his hot breath fanning over your lips made your whole body ache for him. “I think you know that no one could take care of you like I could, don't you?” You nod in response, your breathing growing noticeably quicker as he questioned you. His forehead comes to rest against yours, his dull green eyes searching your features for any sign of hesitation. “Well then how about I give you a night you'll never forget?” He smiles sharply at you.

In one sweep of his arm his entire desk is cleared off. Paperclips scatter across the floor alongside papers and whatever other trinkets decorated the wood surface. He grabs your hips and pulls you roughly to him, his lips ferociously meeting yours in a kiss that knocked all the air from your lungs. Your initial fight for dominance over the kiss was very short lived. If anything, William found your defiance rather cute. He growls against your lips, a sound that has your knees threatening to buckle. His hands slide from your hips down to your ass, groaning as he gives it a firm squeeze. You squeak as he easily lifts you from the floor, guiding your legs around his waist as he sets you on his desk. He fumbles blindly with the button of your jeans, eventually being able to start working then down your legs. “I can't wait to fucking ruin you.” He presses a hand flat against your chest, pushing you back onto his desk. You struggle not to blush, turning away from him so he hopefully wouldn't notice. Your fingernails dig into wood as he teases at your entrance with his fingers. “Such a cute little bunny.” He smirks. “Already so wet for me and I haven't even touched you yet.” He takes your chin between his fingers, turning you to look at him. “Look at me sweetheart, I wanna see those pretty eyes when I fuck you senseless.” His hand dips under the hem of your shirt, his large, warm hand roaming your bare torso as you lay compliantly before him. He roughly grabs your jaw, watching your expression carefully as he eases his fingers into you at an agonizingly slow pace. A strangled gasp breaks free from your throat as his digits bottom out in you, your gummy walls clenching around them.

He chuckles as you roll your hips, searching desperately for any type of relief. He begins to rock his fingers inside of you in time with your movements, taking his time to fully stretch you out in preparation for what was to come. As he gradually increased his pace the louder your moans became. You gripped tightly onto the arm that had moved from your jaw to the desk next to your head, your nails digging little crescent divots into his skin. “You look so fucking pretty like this.” He looks over you, drinking in the way your body writhed from his touch.

“William.” You whimper his name.

“What is it, bunny?” He coos. “What does my needy girl want, hm?”

“Want… want to touch you.” Your words came out slurred as you fought through your moans and the mind numbing pleasure he was inflicting on you.

He tuts at your demand, giving you a disappointed pout. “Poor thing, you want to touch me?” You nod furiously. He fingers thread into your hair, giving the strands a rough tug to ensure that your eyes are on his. “Ask nicely and maybe I'll let you.”

“Please.” Your wide innocent eyes pricked with tears as you gazed up at him longingly. He hummed, pondering over your pathetic state as he continued to slowly rock his fingers inside of you. “William, please, please let me touch you. I want… I need you.” Your begging came cracking out in a sob, tears sliding down your face as you grew more desperate to get your hands on him. William chuckles at the sight of you.

“Such a needy little thing” He smirks. He lets the request hang in the air for a moment, the only sound filling the room was the squelching of your arousal in his hand as he fingered you. His lips land on your pulse, causing you to shiver. He takes your wrist in his massive hand, guiding it to the top button of his dress shirt, giving you permission to start undressing him. Your fingers shook as you worked at the fastenings, Williams pace never slowing making it difficult for you to focus on the task at hand. Your struggling was going to be well rewarded. Once you had undone the final button on his shirt, William grabbed you roughly by the collar, hauling you to a sitting position so you were now sitting face to face with him. You whined at the sudden emptiness of him removing his fingers, but your annoyance was short lived. You pushed the dress shirt from his shoulders, William making quick work of discarding his undershirt into an empty chair in the room. You just about drooled at the sight of him. His broad shoulders and strong arms from years of working on machines in his shop flexed and shifted under the dim office lighting. You couldn't tear your eyes off of him as he started loosening his belt. You blush as he chuckles, realizing you had been caught staring. “Like something you see, sweetheart?” He asks in an amused tone. He prowls over to you, the buckle of his belt jangling as it hangs limply as his side, his pants falling low on his hips.

You bite your lip, reaching out for him once he’s close enough. You wrap your legs around his waist, fingers threading into his hair as his lips crash into yours. You run a hand over his chest, the thick carpet of coarse hair tickling your palm. In one swift movement your shirt is pushed over your head, your breasts bouncing slightly as they fall back into place after the disruption. William admired the soft lace that complimented your skin. His hands slide over your waist and up your back until he reaches the clasp of your bra. He fumbles with it a few times until the tension of the elastic finally relaxes. He takes his time removing your final article of clothing. The straps are eased off your shoulders one at a time, his beard ticking your bare skin as he places delicate kisses anywhere he could reach. Goosebumps spread across your chest as the fabric is finally fully removed, William’s eyes drifting down to get a full view of your perfect form. He lets out a primal growl at the sight before his lips latch into yours again. His fingers dig into your hips, dragging you to the very edge of his desk in order to line his cock up with your entrance. You moan into his mouth as he sheathes himself full inside you in one hard thrust. Your breath comes out in long, shaky exhales as you struggle to adjust to his size. Even with the prep from his fingers he still stretches you to a point that makes you feel like you're about to rip in half. William was a lot bigger and thicker than any guy you had been with previously. You already felt drunk just from the sensation of him bottoming out in you. “Eyes on me, bunny.” He whispers in a gentle tone. Your eyes flutter open, you hadn't realized you had even shut them to begin with, meeting his hazy green ones. You cry out as he gives you a single sharp thrust, a mixture of pain and pleasure burning white hot through your body as you struggle to take all of him. He lets out a satisfied hum as he studies your fucked out expression. “Already cock drunk, hm?” He chuckles, resting his forehead against yours to keep your attention on him. With every snap of his hips it brought you closer and closer to your climax, your moans impossibly loud in the small, cramped office. “You wanted this all along, didn't you sweetheart? You knew those stupid little boys could never make you feel like this.” He snarls. “Now, here you are, about to cum on my cock.” Drool had started to leak out of the corner of your mouth as you struggled to keep your eyes on his. He dips a hand between your legs, rubbing fast circles on your clit.

“William!” You moan out his name, his free arm wrapping securely around you to hold you tightly against him.

“Such a dirty girl, fucking someone nearly twice your age.” He chuckles cruelly, his eyes darken as they meet yours through your haze. “Pathetic.” Degrading you like that seemed to unleash something primal in him. His thrusts somehow managed to get faster and more brutal. You screamed as your orgasm ripped through you, desperately crying out his name as you clawed against his back. His hands wrap under your thighs, lifting you from the desk slightly in order to get better leverage. “Fuck.” He groans, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he approaches his end. He kisses you hard as he finishes, hot ropes of his cum coating your walls. You both stayed locked in your embrace for a moment, waiting for your breathing to calm down. You wince as he pulls out of you, a slight sting as your absurd cunt attempts to clamp around nothing. He looks around the room for something to clean you up with, deciding on his shirt when nothing else seemed plausible. He gingerly reaches in between your legs, a softness and hesitancy you didn't expect after the evenings most recent events. You let out a soft hiss at the slight bit of pain you felt as he cleaned you up. He soothingly caresses your thigh with his free hands, shooting you an apologetic look from his position situated in between your legs. You studied him for a moment, his gaze distant, and hazy as it trailed to the floor.

“William.” Your soft voice drifted over his ears, bringing his attention back to you. You adjusted your position so you could sit up. “Come here.” He stands, even sitting on his desk he still towered over you. You wrapped your arms around him, resting your chin on his soft stomach. You trail your hands over his back, his skin slightly sticky with sweat.

“I’m sorry if I took things too far-”

“You didn’t.” His gruff voice was cut off with your quiet reassurance. “You were amazing.” You give him a coy smile before pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. A small smile breaks out on his face as he chuckles at your glimmering expression.

“Come on bunny, let’s get you dressed.” He combs his fingers through your hair, “although I will never get tired of looking at your beautiful body.” He winks causing you to blush, you lightly slap his chest. He places a kiss on your forehead before collecting your clothes. You feel eyes on you as you’re getting dressed, you can’t help but smirk when you look over your shoulder so see William staring at your ass. You make a show of stepping into your panties, adjusting them so they are perfectly in place before shimmying into your jeans. William was practically drooling as he watched your supple flesh jiggle as you worked yourself into the tight clothing. You place one final kiss to his burly chest before he slips his undershirt back over his head. He trails a finger over your jaw. “I was hoping we could make this a more than one time thing… Maybe I can take you out to dinner after work some night?” He asks with a charming, lopsided smile.

“I’d really like that William.” You push yourself up on your toes, having him meet you halfway to place a chaste kiss to your lips. “Goodnight.” You whisper with a smile.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He breathes out a laugh as you both slowly pull away. You grab your jacket and bag from the employee locker room, giving William one small wave as you pass by his office on your way out. You fell into your driver seat with a groan, sticking your keys in the ignition, your heart still pounding in your chest. You turned the key expecting your engine to rumble to life, but your car refused to start. You tried again and again, falling against the steering wheel with an aggravated sigh. You kicked open the door and trudged back inside. William gave you a confused look as you walked back up to his door. “Everything alright?”

You grew embarrassed over the fact you had to ask. You never had anyone who was able to teach you about cars, you wouldn’t know the first thing about trying to find the problem yourself. “My car won’t start. I hate to ask, but could you come look at it?”

“Of course, honey. I’ll take care of it.” Your heart flutters in your chest at him taking charge of the situation. You definitely could get used to having him around, there was something about his unwavering confidence that made you long for him even more. You follow him back outside, watching him carefully as he examines your engine, a massive black flashlight held tightly in his hand. “I see the problem.” He groans as he reaches to point something out to you. “You need a new timing belt.” He points out the problem, excitedly going through the mechanics as you listened attentively. “You can leave your car here, I’ll pick you up a new one tomorrow.” He stuffs his hand in his pocket. He twirls his keys around his pointer finger. “Let me just go lock the door and I’ll drive you home.” You nod, growing giddy over the fact you would get to spend more time with him. He wraps his arm around your shoulders as he leads you around back to his car. You slide stiffly into his passenger seat. The inside of his car was pristine, some vintage model muscle car you didn’t know the name of. William’s hand envelops your thigh as he drives, ever so often giving the soft skin a gentle squeeze as you direct him to your off campus apartment. You lived in the not so great part of town, even outside of Hurricane standards. Shootings, stabbings, human trafficking, all of it had happened somewhere in your neighborhood. You noticed William’s expression grow more concerned as you drove. You eventually pulled up in front of your building, a rickety looking triple decker that looked like it would collapse from a slightly too strong gust of wind.

“Well this is me.” You state softly with a slight shrug of your shoulders. William sighed as he stared up at your building.

“You live here by yourself?” He glances at you in the passenger seat as he asks. You nod in response. “Bunny, would you like to come spend the night at my house. It’s dangerous for a girl like you to be by herself out here.”

“Spend the night with you?” You repeat his request back to him, he nods slowly, worried he crossed a line. “If you’re offering, I'm definitely not going to say no.” You lean across the cab of the car, pressing a kiss to his cheek. The drive back to his house was spent mostly in silence, every so often his hand would drift from your thigh to bringing your knuckles to his lips. You left the main part of town, the houses you passed becoming few and far between as the sides of the road were taken over by tall fir trees. You pulled up in front of a cozy looking house, the outside paint faded from years of abuse from the harsh Utah weather.

“Home sweet home.” Me mumbles with a lopsided grin. You trail closely behind him as you walk up to the door, jumping at every snapping twig and animal scurrying through the brush. “There’s nothing to be scared of sweetheart, I’ll keep you safe.” He smiles down at you, keeping you tucked into his side as he unlocks the door. He gently nudges you inside first, following closely behind you. The second the door clicks shut William’s lips are on yours again, a flustered sigh escaping you as you melted into him. “I’m going to get dinner started.” He mumbles against your lips.

“Would you like some help?” He nods, motioning for you to follow him to the kitchen.

“I would love some.” He grins at you. The two of you worked side by side to prepare dinner, every so often you would catch William stealing glances at you out of the corner of your eye. “Honey.” He suddenly speaks up, you turn to face him only for him to pull you into a kiss. “You just sit here and look pretty, I’ll finish this up.” His large hands wrap around your waist, he lifts you from the floor and sets you on the counter with ease. He hums as he works beside you, easily recreating his recipe from memory. Always keeping you on your toes, he was making homemade tomato soup and grilled cheese. He takes quick pauses, caging you in between his arms on the counter as he gives you rushed kisses that leave your head spinning. He holds out his hand for you, a gesture you gladly accept. He helps you down from the counter, balancing your plates and bowls on his arm. You sit across from each other at the small dining room table. “So what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a shit hole like this?” He asks with a chuckle.

“Unfortunately this shit hole has one of the best colleges in the state.” You respond with a laugh of your own.

“What’s your major?”

“Mechanical engineering.” You respond the moment he finishes his question. He looked very perplexed by your answer.

“What made you want to take that up?” He leaned forward, completely focused on you alone.

“Well, honestly, you did.” You blush a bit as you respond. “The animatronics you make are phenomenal. I hope one day I can be half as talented as you are.” He looks away bashfully, not used to such direct flattery.

“Maybe I can have you help out in the workshop sometime.” He offers with an excited glint in his eyes.

“If it means spending more time with you I would love to.” You shoot him a flirtatious smile. You find yourselves drifting closer together as you clean up after dinner. You gathered up your plates, standing on your toes to try and put them in the cabinet with the rest. You let out a frustrated sigh as you struggled to reach. The warmth of William’s body pressing into yours from behind made you freeze.

“I got it sweetheart.” He chuckles, taking the plates from your hands. “Such a cute little thing you are.” He whispers next to your ear making you shiver. You squeal as he lifts you from the floor, taking you in his arms as he carries you upstairs. He tosses you onto the bed, stripping out of his clothes with a groan, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. You can’t help but smirk slightly as you grab him by the wrist and pull him in to kiss you. “Strip, I wanna hold you.” He commands. You decide to give him a little show, taking your time to peel out of your jeans, swaying your hips as you pull your top over your head. You stripped out of your lingerie before straddling his lap. His hands knead your ass, rocking you gently against the already half hard erection in his boxers. He pulls you into bed, shutting off the lights before joining you himself. He slings an arm over your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. You bite your lip, shifting your hips as you feel his cock press into your back. The moon cast in through the window, basking the room in a dull silver glow. You hear William’s breath catch in his throat as you press your ass into his throbbing member. “Someone’s needy.” He chuckles, his breath hot against his ear. “What’s the matter bunny, need me to fill you up?” You nod, letting out a soft whine as you push back into him again. He places a kiss just below your ear, spreading your legs with his hand as he lines himself up with your entrance. You let out a broken moan as he slowly pushed inside of you.

“Holy fuck.” You gasp, your fingers digging into his forearm as you grab him tightly as your walls stretch painfully around him. “Wow.” Your eyelids fluttered as your eyes rolled back in your head. His fingers slid around your throat, putting a delicious pressure on your neck.

“Such a good bunny, taking me so well.” His meticulous hand placement was starting to make you feel light headed, the mixture of the sensation and his praise making you dizzy with dopamine. You moan as he rolls his hips slightly. “You feel so good squeezing around my cock.” He purrs before placing a kiss on your cheek. You squirmed and whined as you lay there, impaled on his throbbing cock. William groaned at how wet you were, he could feel your juices dripping down the base of him. “So pretty sweetheart.” He coos, chuckling at your desperate state. His arm tightens around you, rolling his hips and causing you to cry out. You cursed as he pushed impossibly deep inside of you, your body moving instinctually as you bounced on his cock. He groans, his hips snapping up to meet yours. Your moans grew louder and more fervent with every thrust, his tip kissing the perfect spot inside of you everytime. Your thighs started to shake as you felt your climax creeping up on you. “Are you going to cum for me sweetheart?” He asks in a sweet voice. You nod, biting your lip to try and muffle your moans. You yelp as he suddenly delivers a sharp slap to your ass. “I want to hear you bunny.” He growls in your ear.

“Yes sir.” You gasp, letting your moans fall freely from your mouth. You let out a high pitched whine as your orgasm hung joust out of reach. You moan out his name, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, making you cry out in pleasure. He reaches a hand in between your legs and swipes his fingers over your clit.

“So good for me.” He praises you. He wraps his hands around your waist, helping you fuck yourself faster on his cock. You scream his name as your orgasm rips through you, sobbing as he fucks you through your climax. Your whole body shook, your hand gripping weakly onto his wrist. “I got you sweetheart.” He whispers, settling himself deeply inside of you. Your eyelids felt heavy as you nestled into his soft pillows. He pulls the comforter up around your shoulders. You smiled at the scent of his musky cologne. Every small shift from him made you whine, after letting you rest for a while he began to rock his hips again. Small gasps and sighs falling from your lips as he tenderly fucks into you. “I’m gonna fill you up.” He groans, his thrusts growing uneven and stuttering every so often.

“Please.” You moan softly. Hearing your soft voice only seemed to spur him on. His slow deep thrusts had both of you moaning. You held on tightly to William’s arms, wanting to be pressed as close to him as possible. He groans your name as he finishes, his hips stuttering as he pushes as deep inside of you as he can manage. He places soft kisses to the nape of your neck as he pulls you into his chest. You found yourself easily drifting off in his arms, before you knew it you had drifted off into a dreamless sleep. When you woke up you rolled over, cuddling into his warm back. You placed a soft kiss to a couple of the faded scars on his shoulder.

“Well good morning sweetheart.” He hums as he rolls over and pulls you into his chest. “You wanna stay in bed while I get breakfast started?” His voice raspy and deeper than normal as he fought off the thickness of sleep.

“Can you stay in bed just a little longer.” You put, nuzzling your face into his neck.

“Sure, anything for you sweetheart.” He says with a smile and a kiss to your forehead. You laid on top of his chest, your fingers trailing through his chest hair as you talked about the plan for the day. He places a soft kiss to your lips as he slides out from underneath you to go get dressed. You cuddle up into the blankets, watching the muscles in his back flex as he gets dressed. A little while later he returned with a tray full of food, setting it in between the two of you. The two of you chatted pleasantly over breakfast, William consistently making you smile and laugh. “I’m going to head out to the garage, take your time getting ready, I’ll be out there when you’re done.” You grab him by the collar, keeping his lips on yours for a little longer than normal. He shoots you a wink as he slips out of the bedroom. You took your time getting ready, slipping into one of his shirts, the oversized clothing falling half way down your thighs. You washed your face and fixed your hair before wandering downstairs to find William. You heard the sound of powertools and pushed through the door. William stood with a welding mask on, his shirt discarded over a nearby chair. His skin, completely drenched in sweat, glowed in the dim overhead lighting. Streaks of grease dragged down his neck and across his stomach from where he had rubbed his hands across his skin. He flips his mask off when he notices you entered his workshop. “Hey bunny.” He grins. You saunter over to him to look over his expert work.

“You really are incredible, William.” He runs his fingers through his hair as he clears his throat, a noticeable blush on his face. You stood by him, allowing him to walk you through his process, an arm wrapped around your waist as he kept you tucked safely against him.He cursed as he looked up and noticed the time.

“We’re gonna be late.” He takes your hand, leading you inside. He pulls you into a heated kiss as he helps you out of your borrowed clothes. He picks you up and carries you into the shower. You yelped and giggled as your back pressed into the frigid wall. William carefully lets down your hair before allowing you to wet it. You sigh as he works shampoo into your hair, gently massaging your scalp. You couldn’t help but stare as you watched the soapy water run down his body. He wraps you up in a fluffy towel, retrieving your work clothes as you dried off. You both ran to his car, laughing as you fell into the front seats. “I’ll run out and grab the timing belt for your car after I check in on Freddy’s.” He promises. You nod, a bit sad that your stay with him was over so quickly. You fall into him as he turns sharply into the parking lot. He tilts your chin up with a finger, a softness in his eyes as he studies your features. His eyes flash down to the dark bruises and bitemarks that littered your neck. “Are you, um… are you okay with people knowing about this?” He asks with a slight wavering in his voice.

“This?” You ask with a coy smile as you raise your eyebrow at him.

“Us.” He blurts out before swallowing thickly. You lean in ,placing a soft kiss against his lips.

“Only if you are.” He breathes out a soft laugh, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He walks around to your side of the car as you’re gathering your things, opening your door for you. You thank him softly as he helps you out. You link your arm through his, leaning your head on his shoulder. He holds the door open for you, wrapping his arm around your waist before pressing his lips to yours in one long, loving kiss.

“I’ll see you after work, bunny.” He winks before slipping off to his office. You smile as you watch him head out, adjusting his tie and greeting customers as he passes by. You turn to look out over the pizzeria, meeting Ashley’s shocked expression. She speed walks over to you, her eyes immediately falling to your abused neck.

“What happened to catching me up?” She yell whispers at you.

“Things might have gotten a little more serious than just a kiss.” You admit awkwardly.

“Well no shit, look at the hickey’s he gave you.” You smile as you catch his gaze from his position seated at his desk.

“He wants to make sure everyone knows I’m his.”

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

"Still hate me?"

"S-shit!" I murmured, stumbling backward and landing on the cold, hard floor. The room was spinning, my vision blurred by a sea of faces that all seemed to be laughing at me. I was so drunk it was hard to even make out the words that were being thrown around, the music pounding in my ears like a never-ending headache.

"Looks like someone had a little too much fun," a voice said, cold and mocking.

I looked up to see Billie standing over me, her signature black hair falling around her.

i roll my eyes "Bite me."

"With pleasure," she smirked, extending a hand to help me up.

I took it begrudgingly, and she yanked me up onto my feet.

"Thanks I guess." I muttered, brushing off my clothes.

"You're welcome," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

We hated each other. It had been a long-standing rivalry that had started when we were just kids. But tonight was different. The alcohol had lowered my inhibitions, and the way she was looking at me, with a glint in her eye that I had never seen before, was sending my heart racing in a way that was anything but friendly.

"well, i'll see you around," I stumbled away from her.

"Not if I see you first," she called after me.

I managed to make my way to the bathroom, where I splashed cold water on my face and took a deep breath. "What the hell is going on?" I whispered to my reflection. as I reapply my mascara and lip gloss, all I can think about is Billie, the way she walks, talks, and her eyes.

When I came out, Billie was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. "you doin' alright?" she asked.

"Fine," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "Just had to take a breather, Why do you care?"

"Who told you I care?" she said, pushing off the wall and coming closer. "I just don't want to see you make a fool of yourself."

"I can handle myself," I snapped.

"Oh, I think we both know that's not true," she said, her voice low and challenging. "But maybe I can help you with that."

Before I could react, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a nearby room, closing the door behind us.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelped.

"Just what you need," she said, her eyes darkening.

And before I knew it, her lips were pressed against mine, hard and demanding. I gasped in surprise, but she took the opportunity to slip her tongue into my mouth. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, like fireworks going off in my head.

I weakly claw against her chest, but she ignored it. "Billie," I murmured, not sounding nearly as confident as I wanted to.

"Want me to stop?" she whispered against my mouth, her breath hot and sweet.

"No," I found myself admitting, my hands moving to her waist.

"Good," she said, and then she kissed me again, this time with more force.

Her hands were everywhere, roaming over my body as if she owned it. She pushed me against the wall, her body pressing into mine as she kissed down my neck. I could feel my knees giving out, but she held me up, her grip on my hips firm and possessive.

"You like that?" she murmured, her teeth grazing my earlobe.

"Yes," I breathed, arching my neck to give her better access.

"You're so responsive," she said, a hint of a smile in her voice.

Her hands slid up my shirt, and she began to unbutton my pants. "Billie-"

"I said I'd help you," she interrupted, her voice firm. "And I always keep my promises."

Her hands found my skin, and she began to tease me, her fingertips lightly tracing patterns along my stomach and hips. I couldn't help the little moan that escaped my lips.

"See?" she said, her breath hot against my neck. "You need this."

I nodded, unable to form words. She was right. I needed it. I needed her.

Her hands found my breasts, and she began to massage them through my shirt. I gasped as she pinched my nipples, the sensation sending shockwaves through my body.

"Take it off," she ordered, and I complied, letting my shirt fall to the floor. She took a moment to appreciate the view, her eyes lingering on my bare skin before she bent down to kiss me again.

Her mouth moved from my neck to my breasts, her teeth scraping against my sensitive flesh as she sucked and licked. I was lost in sensation, my mind a haze of pleasure.

"Billie," I whimpered, my hands fisting in her hair.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.

"You," I said simply.

"Good girl," she murmured, her hand sliding down to unzip my pants. She pulled them down, along with my underwear, leaving me naked before her.

"Now, get on the bed," she said, pointing to the rumpled mess in the corner of the room.

I obeyed, my legs shaking as I climbed onto the mattress. She followed, straddling my hips and looking down at me with a wicked smile.

"Such a slut, aren't you, hm?" she said, her voice filled with a mocking affection. "Begging for it like this."

"I'm not a slut," I protested weakly.

"Oh no?" she said, her thumb circling my clit. "Then tell me what you want."

"I-I want you to-to fuck me," I stuttered, my face burning with embarrassment.

"That's more like it," she said, and she leaned down to kiss me again. Her hand continued to work my clit, her fingers sliding in and out of me with an expert touch.

I moaned into her mouth, my body responding to her every move. She was in complete control, and I loved it.

"You're so wet," she coos, "Just for me, hm?"

"Yes," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

Billie smirked, moving down to kiss my stomach and then lower. She hovered over my pussy, her breath making me squirm.

"Please Billie" I begged. "need you s'bad."

Without another word, she buried her face between my legs, her tongue sliding through my folds and finding my clit. She licked and sucked with a passion that surprised me.

"Fuck," I gasped, my back arching.

suddenly she stops.

"Need you to be quiet ma, can't have anyone one knowing you're gettin' fucked so good by your enemy,can you?"

I nodded, biting my lip to stifle my moans. She grinned and went back to work, her tongue moving with an intensity that had me seeing stars.

I felt my orgasm building, my muscles tightening as she brought me closer and closer to the edge.

"Billie," I moan a bit to loud causing her to stop

"What did I say?" she looked up at me, her eyes dark and demanding. She glides up and wraps her hand around my chin, forcing me to look at her. "Hm, didn't I tell you to be quiet?"

I nodded again, my eyes wide.

"Words."

"Yes," I whispered.

"Good," she said, reaching down and lightly biting my neck and then sucking on the spot to sooth the pain. She starts to kiss me again, and I felt myself getting wetter.

Her fingers slid into me again, moving in a rhythm that made me see spots. I bit my lip harder, trying to keep the noise in.

"That's it," she murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction. "Take it all for me."

And then she was moving again, her tongue flicking against my clit as she curled her fingers inside of me. It was too much. I couldn't hold back anymore.

My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, my body convulsing as she continued to lick and suck. I moaned quietly, my eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure consumed me.

"Good girl" she said, moving back up to kiss me, her mouth tasting of me.

I looked up at her, my vision still hazy.

"You're not done yet," she said, her voice still firm.

She climbed off the bed and reached into the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a strap-on.

"What are you-?" I started to protest, but she silenced me with a look.

"I'm going to fuck you," she said, her voice cold and commanding.

"turn around, ass up." she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

I did as I was told, my heart racing as she secured the strap-on around her hips.

"Ready?" she asked, her hand resting on my lower back.

I nodded, my voice lost.

"I can't hear you," she says, tugging on my hair to make a makeshift ponytail with her fist.

"Yes," I murmured.

"Good."

And then she was pushing into me, the strap-on filling me up in a way that was both painful and exhilarating.

"Fuck," I gasped.

"That's it," she said, her hand coming down on my ass in a firm slap. "Take it."

Her strokes grew harder, faster, and I found myself pushing back into her, craving more. She slapped me again, and I moaned, my body on fire.

"You like it, don't you my little slut?" she asked, her voice taunting.

"Y-yes," I stuttered, my cheeks flushing.

Her free and snakes it way to my throat ,"You're mine, aren't you?" she whispers, her grip tightening.

"Y-yes," I croak out.

Her hand releases my throat, and I breathe out a sigh of relief.

"Good," she says, her voice softer now.

Tears of pleasure stream down my face as she picks up the speed of her thrusts. It's almost too much, but I want more. I need more.

"Billie," I whine, "I'm going to-"

"Don't you fucking dare, not yet." She says, slapping me again.

I moan, my body shaking with the effort to hold back.

"Look at me," she orders.

I turn my head, and she's there, her eyes locked on mine. They're not cold anymore, but filled with something else, something that makes my heart race even faster.

"Come for me," she whispers, and that's all it takes.

My second orgasm hits me like a truck, my body spasming around her as I scream out her name. She groans, her own pleasure clear in her voice.

"Still hate me?"

____

posted on October 6th 2024 || not proofread.

[muletia]

Can we get more of mer!smokescreen plzplz

mer!smokescreen x human!reader

here u go anon (after almost two months of dusting in my inbox...)

smokescreen being a brat because I like him as a brat hehe

word count: 700

I can't believe there are so many of you guys...

You feel his presence before you can see him.

Your boat rocks left and right, harder and harder, tossed by a force nearly equal to the ocean itself. It tilts you, throws you forward and then to the sides, so much that you have to grab the edges of the boat just to make sure you won’t end up having an up-close meeting with the water today. You didn’t sail out to the middle of the ocean to go for a swim and waste such a perfect opportunity to catch a few fish.

Your friend, however, had completely different plans for you.

One particularly strong push against the bottom of the boat tilts it so much that your legs give in to the sudden, drastic shift in angle. You fall to the side, clutching the metal edge tightly, your face nearly kissing the churning surface of the water. A surface just as stirred up as your growing irritation toward your underwater buddy.

“Smokescreen!” you call, voice heavy with reproach.

Barely a millisecond later, a huge head emerges from the water right below your face, so close the two of you almost bump foreheads.

Smokescreen does not share your anger. He’s amused, delighted that he finally managed to get your attention after being ignored the whole way to the deep ocean. But now you were finally focusing on him! Not under the circumstances he would have preferred, he’d much rather be showered in affection all day, but what mattered most was that your eyes, gleaming with annoyance, were fixed on him. And Smokescreen wanted nothing more from life.

He greets you by pressing your foreheads together, but you quickly pull your head back. Oh no, you’re not giving him that satisfaction.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You push his head away with your hand. Or rather, you push your whole body off of his, because the gray mer doesn’t budge an inch. “No kisses for wrecking my boat.”

A pathetic, high-pitched chirp barely moves your angry heart. You ignore it, and once you regain your balance, you reach for your fishing rod. But you don’t get to enjoy the peace for long. Barely at all, in fact.

The lack of a lively response forces Smokescreen to change tactics. Determined to be closer to you, his beloved, if a little grumpy, human mate, he begins climbing up the side of the boat with a very conscious and deliberate intention of hauling himself inside. Placing an enormous amount of faith in your little boat that it won’t break under his considerable weight.

He’s in the middle of swinging his second arm up and already shoving his bulky torso in when you finally notice what he’s up to. And for obvious reasons, you are not thrilled.

“Oh no, no, no! Don’t you dare!”

Smokescreen grins widely, baring all his sharp, pointed teeth in their full glory and clicks twice. Then, to your horror, continues forcing himself into your boat, once again pulling all of your attention solely onto him.

You turn toward him, fighting against the boat’s tilt to keep yourself from falling into the icy, salty water, and grab his forearms, trying to pry them off the side of the boat.

“This is a clingy-mer-free zone” you warn.

But seeing how amused his azure eyes are, how little he cares for all your warnings and scolding, you already know you’re not winning this battle. In fact, you’ve already lost it, the moment you gave him your attention.

You don’t even have time to feel annoyed before Smokescreen, with an incredibly excited chirp, attacks your face with his own. He pushes himself even deeper into the boat, closer to you, and nuzzles into your face, rubbing cheeks, nose, and occasionally covering your whole face with little nose-kisses. All of it accompanied by a cheerful purring. Something like a cat’s, only lower and more piercing, because you can feel it vibrating through your entire body.

“Incorrigible” you say helplessly.

In response, you get the tip of his tongue sticking out, which a second later touches your nose. Just once, one quick lick, but enough to reignite your irritation.

“Impossible…”

But when he rests his head on your lap, looking up at you with a gleam that can only be described as pure adoration, you can’t stop your hand from stroking the soft skin on his temples.

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Jay Halstead: The Man Who Loves Her 

The link to the song that inspired this is here. This was healing for me to write. I hope everyone finds someone who will defend and protect them like Jay Halstead.  

Warnings: Daddy issue & alcoholism  

The bar was a hole in the wall. It was dingy but Jay had been in worse for work. Unfortunately, this unsavory stop had nothing to do with his job, and he knew he couldn’t get this bastard to bend to his will by flashing his badge. He knew he would get no satisfaction out of the encounter, more likely to be more pissed off than anything. 

He saw his target sitting at the bar in a dark corner. A beer was in his hand still chilled and two more empty next to him. Jay took a breath and then another to calm his anger.  

An attempt that failed. 

He charges over to the man with purpose and clears his throat. The man in front of him grunts. It pushes Jay’s buttons a little too well. He clears his throat again louder, and this time when he gets the same response, he slams his hand a little too roughly on the man's shoulder. It has the intended effect; the man turns to growl at Jay. “Do I know you?” 

“You would have if you had bothered to show up tonight.” The man sighs heavily and turns forward waving his hand in a clear dismissal as he takes another sip of a beer. Jay feels the anger start to bleed into fury. He let a breath out of his nose. He sits down on the stool next to the man. He grabs the bottle that's up to the other man's lips and slams it back onto the bar. Foam and beer spurts on the bar top. Eyes flash towards the disturbance. 

“Listen,” His tone is low and with a razorblade edge. “This isn't some shit that you get to wave away. She waited for you for hours. What the fuck was the point of making plans with her if you had no intention of showing up?” Your father glances down refusing to make eye contact with Jay’s icy blue gaze. “No, I was the one who pushed her to meet up with you again. The least you can do is look me in the eyes and talk to me man to man.” Jay slams his hand down the bar top when the man's stubborn gaze still refuses to meet his. His gaze shoots up at the noise. 

 More curious looks but Jay didn’t give a fuck about the scene he was causing. “You're a real piece of work, you know that.”  

“I tried my best,” Jay scoffed, his hands unconsciously turning to fists. 

“Your best? Bailing out of her when she needed you as a kid? Whirlwining in and out of her life for her early twenties? Not even being able to keep a fucking dinner that you invited her to? If that’s your best, I hate to see what you not caring looks like.”  

“It was just a bad time- a rough day- she will understand. She always does.” Jay was practically vibrating with anger.  

Your father hadn’t seen your doubt on his return. Hadn't heard you wave off the possibility of getting together. He hadn’t been there when Jay persuaded you into making those plans thinking it would be good for you- thinking it would help mend fences. He hadn’t seen the indifference turn to uncontrollable tears as the time passed in the restaurant. He didn’t know the fallout of his actions. The trust issues you had. The inability to believe that someone would stick around. He didn’t get crushed by the lack of self-confidence you had.  

Jay did. 

He was the one who had to heal the wounds that your father had left etched into your heart. The slow pace and the backtracking in your relationship. He had thought that he understood the problems you had with your dad. That he knew the pain that your dad had caused you. He now knew that you had downplayed the severity. You had clearly given him more than the benefit of the doubt. He felt like a complete asshole for pushing. His father’s death and the damage it had caused him were projected onto you instead.  

“We will try to get together again-” The beer never far from his fingertips returned to his lips to take another long pull. It was compulsory and Jay wanted to break his fingers.  

“No.” Jay growled definitely.  

“Now son,” 

“I’m not your son. And if you think for one second that I’m going to put her through this again, you're out of your damn mind. I wasn’t under the impression that you would try to fix everything, but I thought you would at least let her know that what happened wasn’t her fault.” 

“She knows that. She knows I love-”

Jay scoffs and gets up to leave. Your father doesn’t call after him or even acknowledge that he has got up to leave. Jay only takes a step before turning around. “You know I pity you. Your daughter is the most amazing person. Smart, funny, and pretty. She is sensitive but tough. A better person than I will ever be.” Jay reached into his back pocket. “I love her, and I get to go home to her tonight, and every other night of my life. But you? You’ve been damned from it, and you have no one to blame but yourself. Don’t call her again until you want to be a father.” Jay throws a twenty on the bar where it absorbs the spilled beer. “Here, the next round is on me.”  

Jay doesn’t look back as he exits the bar.    

[callsign-magnolia]

Undiagnosed // Ch.26

Mature Content 18+

Jake Seresin x Neurodivergent OC

Summary: Katie Blair grew up trying to be the perfect daughter. She always struggled to be the prim and proper little girl her parents wanted. Big personality as a kid, but now at 25, she's the shy admiral's daughter who just keeps her head down and tries to get through law school. So what happens when she's had enough and with help from a certain Lieutenant, she gets out.

Warnings: Emotional abuse, trauma response, abusive parents, smut.

Word Count: 3.7k

Chapter 25 | Masterlist

“Fuck.” I moaned. Jake lifted my leg higher over his hip as he thrust up into me. We were both on our sides, facing each other. Jake had one hand around the back of my neck, the other wrapped around my waist as I dragged my nails down his back. “I love you.” He huffed into my ear. A shiver ran down my spine at his words and I moaned. “Jake.” I whined as he rolled me onto my back, pushing my leg back towards my chest. “Oh god.” He groaned. “Taking me so good, baby.” My face was flushed, sweat on my hairline as my brain went fuzzy. All I could feel was his body weight on mine and him inside me. He leaned down, taking my left nipple between his teeth and pulling. My back arched and pushed me into him. “Ah!” I yelped as he rammed his hips into mine. “We better hurry,” He said breathlessly. “Rooster will be here in half an hour.” I grinned and rolled him onto his back and straddled him. “Then I guess we better turn this into a quickie.” I said as I rolled my hips, and it felt so damn good. He laid still for a minute as I rode him. I reached down and grabbed one of his hands behind his head, leading him to wrap his fingers around my throat and I used his arm for leverage. “Shit. You always look so hot like that.” He sat up, pulling me down to kiss him as he wrapped his arm around my waist. “Come on. You’re so close, baby. I know you are.” I felt the knot in my stomach tighten as he leaned back again, hand on my throat. “Fuck! Jake!” I cried as I felt my orgasm wrack my body. Legs shaking as I squeezed his wrist of the hand on my throat. “That’s it.” My body practically went limp as he chased his own high, finishing as his lips pressed against mine. 

We relaxed against each other as his lips pressed against my temple. “You okay?” I nodded. “I’m great.” I muttered, falling back to sleep when suddenly he sat up with me in his lap. “No, none of that. We have a flight to catch. Now come on.” I hissed as he carefully slipped out of me and he stood, removing the condom he had on. “We need a shower before our flight.” He hauled me up with him and into the bathroom. We showered together and as we got out I dutch braided my wet hair and slid into a tan crew neck knitted dress with a tie around the waist. “Cute?” I asked as I stepped out of the bathroom. “I love it.” Jake said as he kissed my forehead. The doorbell rang and we both looked at the bedroom door. “I’ll get that. You put your shoes on.” I nodded as Jake walked out. I slid on some low heeled ankle boots and went down stairs. “Hi!” I said as Jake was talking to Bradley. “Hey.” Bradley said as he looked at me. “Ready to go to Texas?” Bradley asked and I nodded. Jake took our bags out to Bradley’s bronco and I sighed. “I’m nervous.” I said and he furrowed his brows as Cayenne rubbed against my leg. “Why?” I shrugged. “I’ve never even spoken to Jake’s family. He says they’re nice, but what if they actually hate me? I can’t really blame them.” I said, tugging on my thumbs. “Look. They’ll love you, I can’t think of a person who wouldn’t.” I glared at him. “Your parents aside, they’ll love you and if for some reason you wanna come home, call me and I’ll pick you up. But between you and me, I don’t think you’ll wanna come home.” I smiled at him. “Thank you, Bradley.” I said as Jake came back in. “Alright, we better get goin’ if we wanna make it to the airport on time.” I nodded and we all filed out the door. The drive to the airport was quiet and slightly chilly. As Rooster dropped us off, Jake tried to take all six bags himself. “Jake-” “You’re my girlfriend. I got it.” I huffed and took my backpack, carry on and checked bag from him. “No. I will get my stuff. You have to juggle your own backpack, carry on duffle and a suitcase.” I said and he sighed. “I mean, she’s more than capable of carrying everything on her own.” Bradley said and shrugged as Jake glared at him. “Thank you for dropping us off, Bradley. C’mon, we got a flight to catch.” I said to Jake as I nodded towards the inside of the airport. 

I just walked inside, knowing Jake would catch up with me eventually. I slowly made my way towards security when I heard loud footsteps behind me. “Did you really leave me outside?” He asked and I chuckled. “I sure did.” I said as we walked up to get our bags checked once that was done, we joined the line for security. There was only a handful of people in front of me and the agent was screaming about taking electronics out of bags and putting everything in bins. I went ahead and slipped off my belt and as we got closer I started feeling anxious. As soon as we got to the belt I set my suitcase on it. “Come on! Keep the line moving!” A gate agent yelled at me as I had Jake hold me up to get my shoes off. “Hey man. Give her a second.” Jake glared at the agent and he glared back. “She should’ve moved faster. Hurry up!”  He yelled again and I managed to toss everything in a bin and step through the scanner. The female agent gave me a small smile as if she was apologizing for her male counterpart and when I stepped out I quickly got everything off the belt and went over to slip my shoes and belt back on. “Are you okay?” Jake asked as he came over and slid his own boots back on. “Very stressed. Pretty sure I can feel my high blood pressure.” I said as I stood. 

“When was the last time you flew?” He asked. “I think I was like eight.” I answered as we walked through the airport. My entire body felt like an over filled balloon, ready to explode. “Let’s get to our gate so we can just sit for a few minutes.” Jake rested his one free hand on my back and led me along the hallways and bridges until we got to terminal one. “Coffee?” He asked and I shook my head. “Will you get me some water?” He nodded before walking me to some seats at our gate before he went and got coffee. I stared out the window, attempting to calm myself. I don’t want to already be stressed out when we arrive in Texas. Meeting Jake’s family is nerve wracking. If I'm overstimulated when I get there I won’t make a good first impression. “Here.” Jake handed me a very large starbucks cup full of water and I was grateful. “Thank you.” I said as I took a sip. “How are you feeling now?” He asked. “I can still feel my blood pressure. I don’t quite know how to explain it other than I feel like my veins are going to explode, they’re pushing against my skin. It’s making me feel very swollen and stiff.” He raised his brows. “I don’t think that’s your ADHD.” I shook my head. “Me either. I’m starting to wonder if all this court stuff is giving me cardiac issues.” I said and he tossed his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to kiss my temple. “Don’t say that.” He muttered into my hair and I sighed. “Just being honest.” I said as I took another sip of water. “Well I don’t want to think about you having some kind of health issue that puts your life at risk.” He said as he dug into his backpack for the book he brought. “We are working through your ADHD and depression. Let’s try to get this squared away before you worry yourself into a new health issue. I want you to try and relax on this trip, okay?” He asked, turning my face to look at him. “Can I be honest?” I asked and he nodded. “Course, darlin’.” 

“I don’t like when you tell me not to say stuff like that.” He seemed surprised and just stared at me. “I don’t know why it bothers me.” I admitted, leaning my head on his shoulder. “I guess I’m just a realist. I can’t sit here and pretend that as soon as everything is said and done I’ll be perfectly fine.” “I don’t expect you to be perfectly fine, darlin’.” I sat up and looked at him. “I know that. I would just rather accept the fact that things can happen and be prepared, than be naive and caught off guard.” He raised his brow and sighed. “I can understand that.” He said as he opened his book. We sat in silence, my head on his shoulder as I slowly started dozing off. “Ladies and gentlemen, we will begin boarding for flight 232 to Austin soon.” I slowly sat up and closed my eyes again. I was suddenly exhausted and standing from this seat sounded like torture. “Come on. We’ll be first to board.” Jake stood and grabbed my backpack and helped me slide it on after I stood. We made our way over to the gate and waited until they announced that military could board first. Jake got our boarding passes taken care of and we walked down the gangway. I followed as he turned left and I furrowed my brows as he stopped just before first class. He put his suitcase in the over head bin and held his hands out for mine. I handed it to him and he put it away. He motioned for me to slide in first and I did till I was against the window. “I figured we would be in economy.” He nodded. “I originally bought them for economy but about a month ago I got a chance to upgrade to plus for free.” 

“Whatever works I guess.” I said as I put my backpack under the seat in front of me. I was surprised by the leg room, I don’t have long legs or anything but I noticed how much more comfortable it was. The plane engine was running and of course it was loud and as we waited both Jake and I had our noses in our respective books. As more people got on it got louder in the cabin and I read the same sentence a total of thirteen times before I gave up. I huffed and closed my book, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. I heard Jake rummaging around in his backpack before he leaned close to my ear to whisper. “Here.” I opened my eyes to see a little black case in his hand. I gently took it. “What is it?” I asked as I opened it. “They’re ear plugs.” I furrowed my brows as I pulled them out. They looked like earbuds but the outside had a hole in it. “This switch here,” He said as he pointed at the little tab like mechanism. “If you put it all the way at the top, it’s good for sleep. The middle will help protect your ears during concerts and things like that and the bottom will help block out background noise while you’re working or studying but you can still talk to people and hear them.” I just stared at the little white ear plugs as tears brimmed my eyes. “How did you know I’d need something like these?” I asked as I turned to look at him. “Darlin’. We’ve lived together long enough. I know what makes you overstimulated.” He said before kissing my head. “Try them out.” I picked one up and slid it in my ear before doing the same with the other one. I turned the tab till it was midway and it was like this massive relief settled over me. “Oh my god.” I said as I could feel myself slowly calming down. “Like them?” He asked and I nodded. “Love them.” 

The rest of the boarding process was peaceful without all the noise. I was able to listen to the safety briefing without feeling overwhelmed and as we took off I squeezed Jake’s hand tightly. “I would like to keep my fingers, darlin’.” He said as we leveled out and he pried my fingers from his hand. “Sorry. It’s been a long time since i’ve been able to hold someone's hand on a plane.” He furrowed his brows. “What do you mean? Didn’t you and your parents move a lot and fly?” I nodded. “We did. Until I was twelve I sat with my parents. My first flight after I turned twelve, they put me back in economy and they sat in first class.” “What the fuck?” He asked, leaning away from me and looking at me with anger in his eyes. “Sh!” I said as I noticed multiple heads turn our way. “Everything alright, sir?” A flight attendant asked as she walked over. “No-” “Nothing that can be fixed. He’s fine. I promise.” I said, resting my hand on his far shoulder and turning him back to me. “That was years ago. That is not a problem anymore. Because they are no longer in my life besides this trial and it is me and you, okay?” I asked and he took a deep breath before nodding. “You’re right. I am sorry.” I nodded. “Apology accepted.” We sat in silence for a few minutes before I turned to him. “Can you tell me a little about what I should expect?” He nodded. 

Finally we landed and we got all our bags before making our way to pickup the rental truck Jake ordered. “Okay, so your niece is ten.” He nodded. “And your oldest nephew is two.” He nodded again. “And I know your brother and sister-in-law just had their first a few weeks ago.” He nodded again. “Correct!” He shouted and I laughed. “So you’re going to get along with everyone, except maybe my younger sister. It’s not you, I promise. She has never liked anyone Tyler or I have ever dated and she absolutely loathes Chelsea, Tyler’s wife.” I furrowed my brows. “Why?” I asked and he sighed. “She had Hadley when she was fifteen and our parents did everything they could to support her and because of that she was able to finish high school and got her college degree which is great. But she’s never put it to use, and even though she has her own place, she’s at our parents every day. Because my mom takes care of the kids, so she doesn’t have to do it. But they won’t back off and make her do it herself.” I was still confused. “So why does she hate anyone you date?” I asked. “Our parents have always liked anyone Tyler or I have brought home. Never really disliked any of them but every time we bring someone home, it takes their attention from her and the kids.” I raised my brows. “So then she has to do it herself.” He nodded. “She’s also been the center of attention and she likes it. I love my sister, don’t get my wrong, but Hannah had a lot less boundaries than Tyler and I growing up. She got away with a lot more and it shows.”

“Not sure if that makes me grateful to be an only child or not.” He gave me a small smile. “Did you ever get lonely growing up?” I shrugged. “Occasionally. But I also didn’t know any different.” I said as I looked out the window. We’ve been in the car for an hour and we’ve been on the same road for twenty minutes and all I’ve seen is the same fence for miles. “How far out are we?” I asked. “Well if you want to know we’re technically on my parents property. But we’re about forty minutes from the house.” I furrowed my brows and looked at him. “How many acres do your parents own?” I asked as I turned to him. “Three hundred thousand.” I just gaped at him. “I’m sorry. Repeat?” He just laughed. “It’s a lot, I know.” I was still shocked. “Uh yeah! Are your parents also oil tycoons?” I asked and he laughed loudly at that. “Nope. Just ranchers. My great something grandfather founded the ranch in eighteen sixty-three.” I shook my head. “Damn. So this place is well over a hundred years old?” I asked and he nodded. “The house has had some renovations. You know, bringing the plumbing inside, attach the kitchen to the house finally.” “Y’all had a detached kitchen?” He nodded. “My grandparents did for a while. They were the ones who expanded and attached it to the house.” I nodded. 

Suddenly he pulled the truck to a stop and got out. I was confused as he raced around, opening my door and helping me out. “What are you doing?” I asked as he pulled me over to the fence. There were a bunch of cattle a ways away out in the pasture. “ELI!” I jumped as he screamed, being startled by how loud he was. “What are you doing?” I asked and suddenly there was a loud bellow out in the field. I looked over to see a black bull rushing towards us. I stared for a second and when he wasn’t stopping I immediately got behind Jake. He just laughed and reached behind him, his hand landing on my waist. “It’s okay.” I watched as the bull ran full speed over to the fence, sliding to a stop in front of Jake. “Hey, buddy.” He said, reaching out and rubbing his nose. The cow groaned and leaned into his hand like a dog. “Yeah, I missed you too, Bud.” He turned to me. “Come here.” He pulled me around, grabbing my wrist and holding my hand out. Eli sniffed it for a second before licking it. I smiled and started scratching behind his ear. “His eyes are actually rolling back in his head.” I said and Jake laughed. “Yeah. He’s always been very calm and loving. Most longhorns are very docile, but he is extremely docile. Dad originally put him in the rodeo for team roping and he would just walk out of the gate and stand there.” I laughed thinking about this massive bull just standing there as multiple horses ran around him. 

“When he didn’t work out dad put him out to pasture with the others and he’s been living his best life since.” I nodded as I continued to pet him. “So, how did you two develop this bond?” I asked. “Farm chores. Every morning I go out, muck the stalls, feed the pigs and chickens and water the cows. And as soon as he could get out, he was following me around. We’ve been attached ever since.” I smiled at him. “That’s nice. I wish I got to grow up with animals.” He laughed. “They definitely keep it interesting.” He pet Eli’s nose one last time before stepping back. “Come on. Let’s get to the house. Mom will have lunch ready soon.” I nodded and he opened my door and helped me in. After he started back on the road we were quiet for a few minutes before he glanced at me. “Feel better?” He asked. I furrowed my brows. I felt a little more relaxed, not as anxious. “Yeah. How’d you know?” I asked and he just grinned. “I’ve been doing research. How animals and spending time with them can help ADHD.” “So you purposely stopped to ease my anxiety?” He nodded. I sat up and leaned over the console, kissing his cheek. “You’re amazing. I love you.” I said and he grabbed my hand, kissing it. “I love you too.” 

The rest of the way he was pointing out familiar things and I listened intently to the stories he told me and soon, we pulled up into a dirt driveway and in front of us stood a very large ranch house. “Oh wow.” I said as Jake got out of the truck and he walked around to my side just as the front door opened. “UNCLE JAKE!” He helped me out just before he was tackled by a little girl who I assumed was Hadley. “HI KIDDO!” He yelled back before picking her up in his arms and swinging her around. I smiled at them as he put her down. “Oh!” I yelled as I felt a hand go up my dress. I turned to find a toddler grinning up at me with a pacifier in his mouth. “Lucas, bud. You can’t do that.” Jake said as he grabbed him up. “I’m sorry, darlin’.” He said and I shook my head. “It’s okay.” I responded as a blonde woman raced out of the house, a taller man behind her at a slower pace. Jake set Lucas down just as his mom grabbed him and pulled him into a tight hug. “Hi mom.” He said as he buried his face in her hair and I had to hold back tears. “Oh I have missed you so much!” She said as she essentially rocked back and forth as she held him before letting go and locking her eyes on me. “And you must be Katie.” She said before I was suddenly grabbed and she yanked me into her body. “I am so happy you’re here, sweetie! Jake just goes on and on about you.” I immediately felt relaxed in her arms and slowly managed to hug her back. “I’m glad I came.” I muttered and she pulled away, keeping me at arms length. “Us too. I’m Audrey. Now come on. I’ve got lunch ready and I’ll bet you’re hungry.” She immediately threw her left arm over my shoulder and her right hand held my arm closest to her. “Plus, you have to meet the rest of the family!” She said as she led me towards the house.

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[takamimami]

Eustass kid,F!reader,smut,1 or 13 ❤️‍🔥

Hi anon!! Thank you for your request - since you gave me an option, I went with prompt #1!! (I did prompt 13 for THIS request from yesterday, if you want to read that :3) I also made this prompt a continuation/part 2 of THIS request, since I don't know how to keep my Kidd drabbles short lmao. This one is pure smut, so happy reading :3

Kidd x F!Reader - NSFW - "Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.” - STORY UNDER THE CUT - MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 🔞 CW: SMUT; dom!kidd, reader is on her best behavior, face fucking, lots of degredation, rough sex, creampie, kidd calls you 'princess', ---word count 1.4k

Kidd sets you back down on your feet after boarding the Victoria Punk, and you quirk a brow at Kidd when you realize you’re still on the deck of the ship, and not in his quarters like where you’d assumed he would have taken you. 

Before you can ask a clarifying question Kidd’s lips are on yours, his tongue pressing into your mouth as he holds your chin between his fingers, your body going pliant under his rough touch. He pulls away and smirks at the way his lipstick is smeared messily over your mouth, his eyes glazed over while he keeps ahold of your chin.

“Knees.”

Your legs buckle from the tone in his voice alone, and you sink to the ground as you look around the deck of the ship, grateful everyone stayed behind. You bat your eyelashes at Kidd as he stares down at you, reaching to undo his belt tantalizingly slow. 

When he finally frees himself from his pants you lick your lips, eyeing the precum leaking from the bring red tip of his cock. 

“Greedy little whore,” he groans, shifting his hips forward and pressing the tip of his cock to your lips. You stay still and open your mouth for him, sticking your tongue out and locking your eyes to his as you demonstrate your obedience for him.

He lets out a grunt of approval as he runs the his tip over your tongue, the cool metal of his piercing sending a shiver down your spine. Your lips curl upwards as you offer him a hum of approval, growing impatient and wrapping your lips around him - hollowing out your cheeks as you hear him hiss in response.

You begin to bob your head along the length of him, taking in more and more of him with each movement. He throws his head back when he hits the back of your throat, and you hold back a gag as he reaches behind your head and holds you in place, feeling his cock twitch as your throat constricts around him. You let him hold you there as long as you can manage, finally digging your nails into his thigh when you begin sputtering around him, saliva dripping down your chin as he pulls out to give you a moment to breathe.

You reach a hand up and cup his balls as you bring your mouth back to him, marvelling at how heavy they feel in your hand as Kidd pushes himself back down your throat, rocking his hips and fucking your face as you remove your hand and allow his balls to smack against your chin from his movements.

“That’s it, filthy slut, keep that throat open for me,” he drawls, his hand pressing the back of your head towards him as you feel tears prickle in your eyes. You moan around him as he fists a handful of your hair, eyes clamping shut as you try to breathe through your nose to keep from passing out. Just when you start to feel lightheaded Kidd releases his grip on your head, and you realize how hard you were unconsciously fighting against his hold as you fall backwards onto your ass.

“Aww, was that too much for my little cockwhore?” He croons, eyes three shades darker than they had been moments ago. He stalks forward and lifts you up by the throat, shuffling over to the railing of the ship and bending you over to look out at the waves crashing up against the side of the ship.

“If you weren’t such an easy fuck I would toss you overboard for that piss-poor performance,” he chuckles, pulling down your bottoms and lining himself up at your entrance. He traces his cock through your wet folds and hisses at the contact, pressing you over the railing further so your feet are no longer touching the ground. 

“W-wait!” you shout, the sound barely audible over the sounds of the water below you. You reach back to try to regain some semblance of control of the situation, but Kidd just laughs wickedly from behind you.

“What’s the matter, princess? Don’t act all innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.”

You whine in protest but Kidd slaps a hand down on your ass disapprovingly, and you drop your arms when you realize he’s not going to let you down. Kidd grunts as he presses into you and you yelp from the combination of the sudden stretch of him and the sensation of nearly falling into the murky water below. You brace yourself and grab onto the railing as Kidd’s metal hand digs into your hips, each thrust of him sending you jolting forward.

The adrenaline sends blood rushing to your brain, and you feel yourself clamp down around Kidd as his cock kisses your cervix over and over while your strangled groans get swallowed by the sounds of the ocean. You feel the familiar tightening in your abdomen as Kidd brings his hand down on your ass again, the sting of the slap mixing with the pleasure from the drag of his cock against your walls.

“You gunna let me fill you up, ya fucking cumdump?”

You nod frantically as you feel Kidd’s pace increase, his leg hitching up against the bottom bar of the railing as he pounds into you fervently. The new angle his hips snap into you has you seeing stars, the cord in your core snapping as your orgasm tears through your body and sends a strangled moan filling the air. You’re almost positive the railing was going to give way when he finally thrusts into you one last time, snapping his hips and abruptly holding your hips against his, his cock pulsing inside you as you feel the warmth of his release spread within you.

For a while the two of you stay like that, his cock growing soft inside of you as you both focus on leveling your breathing and regrounding from your shared high. You whimper at the loss of contact when Kidd pulls out of you, tucking himself back in his pants before pulling your bottoms back up your legs and slinging you over his shoulder once again.

The journey below deck is quiet as you let him carry you to his quarters, tossing you gently on the bed and stripping your clothes from your limp body gingerly. He runs his hands over your abdomen, fingers tracing the lines from where the railing had dug into your skin before leaning down and pressing gentle kisses to the welted area.

You feel the butterflies in your stomach kick up into a frenzy when he drops his lips lower, trailing kisses and love bites down until he reaches the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs and pulls it between his teeth. 

You hiss at the contact, Kidd releasing your clit long enough to stick out his tongue and swipe it through your folds, collecting your shared arousal on his tongue as your face flushes from watching such a sinful display.

He groans against you as your hips buck towards his face, his arm reaching around to anchor you down as he reconnects his tongue to your clit.

“So fucking greedy,” he croons, and your head presses back into the mattress as you feel him slip two fingers into your cunt. Your moans vibrate off the walls as he works his fingers inside you, curling them against the gummy walls of your g-spot and alternating between licks and bites of your clit. You feel your legs begin to tremble as he works you up towards another orgasm, his grunts and groans goading you as he feels you begin to come undone for him.

“That’s it, princess,” he coos, and your back arches as the knot in your abdomen tightens once more. “Come for me like the good little slut you are.”

His words send you plunging over the edge, your orgasm washing over you in wave after wave of pure euphoria. Your hips buck uncontrollably as Kidd continues to work his tongue and fingers against you, pulling every drop of pleasure from you for as long as he possibly can. Tears sting your eyes as you clamp them shut, and you feel your throat start to go hoarse as your moans slowly morph into whimpers. Kidd finally stops when your hands fly to his face, pushing him away as the overstimulation teeters on pain.

You feel Kidd crawl onto the bed and pull you close to his chest, and its only when he starts nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head that you finally open your eyes and look up at him.

His eyes are heavy, and he leans down and brushes his nose against yours before leaning his head back into his pillow.

“I think I’ll have to reward you like that more often, brat.”

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[utahmammoth]

"I'll introduce you" + mackwilltoff :3

dialogue prompt meme | omegaverse, heat sex | rated E | ~1900 words

Ty and Cat move to San Jose over the summer and watch Macklin Celebrini get drafted alongside the rest of the world.

He’s pretty sure it’s why the Sharks brought him in to the org, so it’s not surprising when two weeks before training camp rolls around he gets the email from the dynamics coordinator that he’s going to be Mack’s alpha guide. I’ll introduce you two the first day so you can get started, the email reads, and Ty gets that thumping feeling in his veins at the thought of being given the keys at the Sharks’ castle, the responsibility of taking this omega through his first year.

Omegas get weaned off their suppressants pretty soon after the draft, on account of the edge it gives them to stay on them, to be scentless and blind to every pounding emotion and pheromone getting spilled onto the ice. It’s why betas aren’t allowed in the NHL.

He likes guiding rookies, like being their lighthouse, the thing that settles them down and takes them through their first heats in years and their touchstone during games when things get frenzied.

He reads the rest of the email that says he’ll also be training up their new alpha, Will Smith, in how to guide. Macklin and Will already know each other, so hopefully that will make the transition easier. They’re also very compatible!

Toff spends the rest of the day reading articles on them both, watching highlights on YouTube, picturing them both in his bed as he helps them through their rookie season.

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“He’s freaking out,” Will says with a chuckle as he looks across the ice at Mack, arguing back and forth with Warsofsky, gesturing wildly, his face getting the shade of red that Ty’s come to recognize when Mack gets pissed. “Should we go over?”

“He’ll let us know when he needs us,” Ty says. “Just watch him.”

“Dude, this is Mack,” Will argues, saying Celly’s name like it means something. Like it means everything. Ty sort of suspects that they’ll keep this arrangement going long past their rookie year. Ty thinks they’ll get mated in a few years, and tries to ignore the pang of jealousy and longing that runs through him when he does. “He’s not gonna say shit to us.”

“Just watch,” Ty says. “He’ll let us know.”

Will squirms impatiently next to him as they look across the ice, Mack’s angry scent roiling over to them. Ty puts a hand on Will’s upper thigh, trying to calm his bouncing leg, and keeps it there even after Will stops fidgeting. “You have to be calm,” Ty says to Will, who nods. He’s a good student. He’ll be a good guide after this year, regardless of if he and Mack stay together. “That’s the whole point.”

“Right,” Will nods.

Finally, Macklin’s face twists into a snarl after Warsofsky says something back to him, and Mack looks at them waiting on the bench, his eyes wide and desperate, his lips in a pout.

“That’s it,” Ty says. “See? He needs us now.”

Warsofsky sees them coming and says something else to Mack before skating in their direction, saying in a low voice to Toff as he passes them, “Take care of this.”

Will waits a few feet away as Ty guides Mack into his arms when they get to him. Mack’s like a hissing cat, trying to wriggle out of Toff’s grasp, but he has a good handle on the kid by now, a few months into the season, and holds him steady.

Finally, his scent settles from that high intensity ferocity that Mack gets when he’s mad, getting oversaturated and thick in the air, into something calmer. Toff holds his head against his shoulder so Mack can breathe in the alpha’s scent.

“Hold him up against you,” Toff says to Will watching them. “Omegas naturally calm down when an alpha—”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here,” Mack snarls and lifts his heads, tries to slip free of Toff.

But Ty’s been doing this a long time, has seen half a dozen rookies through their first year. He keeps a firm hold on Mack and brings a hand up to his hair so he can gently push Mack’s nose into Ty’s scent gland, where he’s purposefully pumping out calming pheromones. It’s a useful trick, one he’s been trying to teach Will.

Mack slumps against Toff when he breathes in the first hit of his scent. “Hate when you do that,” Mack grumbles, his lips pressed up against Toff’s skin.

Toff laughs under his breath and says, “Do you?” He drops his hands holding Mack in place. “Go on then.”

Will’s eyes go wide when, instead of pulling away, Mack presses into Toff, until the entire length of their bodies are together and Mack’s cold nose is buried against Ty’s scent gland.

“Shut up,” Mack says when he turns his face a little to look over at Will.

“Dude, I didn't even say anything,” Will whines.

“You were about to,” Mack grumbles and settles so his head is resting against Toff’s shoulder again, his nose still tilted towards Ty’s neck.

“No I—” Will starts to argue.

“Shut up, both of you,” Ty says. He can't stop the fondness he feels for them from bleeding through. It’s been so unlike the omegas he’s guided in the past, the rookie alphas he’s helped trained.

Will giggles, and Toff feels Mack’s hot puff of breath onto his skin as he laughs.

Wenny and Delly skate over to them, but Ty waves them off as Will skates in closer to Mack and Toff. He can't help the drumming pride that rises up at that, at seeing Will instinctually move in closer to his omega in distress, protecting him from other alphas, even when those alphas are just the guys.

Will’s scent is sweet, caramel and toffee and chocolate. Toff remembers that first week when they were all still learning each other, the way he salivated when Will walked into the room.

“What’s going on, Celly?” Will asks when it’s just the three of them. His hand hovers an inch above Mack’s hair, unsure. Toff catches his eye and nods and Will’s hand lands in Mack’s hair.

Mack practically purrs as it does, pushing back into Will’s hand as he mumbles, “Warso wants to cut my minutes.”

“That’s bullshit,” Will exclaims, his scent going burnt sugar like it always does when he's upset about something.

“Listen to Warso,” Toff says instead, keeping his voice and scent carefully even despite his own that’s bullshit feeling. Mack’s their best player, with Will hot on his heels. They can't afford to cut his minutes.

Will looks up at Ty with righteous indignation written all over his face until Ty cocks an eyebrow at him and Will changes his tune to say, “Right, right. Warso knows.”

Mack grumbles and says, “I told him no, and he walked it back.”

Ty laughs, a loud booming one ripped from his gut that makes Will and Mack join in as he says, “Of course you did.”

Mack pulls away from him, his scent having gone back to his usual minty, fresh smell that Toff’s a little addicted to. “Obviously,” Mack says with a bratty, cocky smile. “Now let’s go run that passing drill.” He looks at Toff with a wide-eyed innocent expression that means he’s about to be a little shit before he adds, “Unless you're too tired, old man?”

Will giggles again and Toff says, “Oh, you're on.”

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The air is thick, hazy with Mack’s heat pheromones, like a foggy cloud that Toff can hardly see through.

He’s squirming on the sheets below them, naked body on display, legs splayed open with his cunt wet with slick.

It’s the second heat Toff’s taken him through, and the first with Will by his side.

Two months ago, Mack had come to him when preheat came on and asked, shyly, red-faced, if they could be alone when he was ready to go. Ty had gathered him close and nodded, and then bundled him up in the car and took him home a few hours later when he caught a whiff of the sharp scent coming off Mack.

They’re at Toff’s again this time, in his and Cat’s bed. Cat had laughed when the three of them showed up, Mack sandwiched between Ty and Will with glassy eyes.

“I’ll be at the beach the next few days,” she said and rubbed her wrist over Mack’s cheek to scent him. She’s used to it by now, Ty showing up with heating rookie omegas, having to disappear for a few days. It’s a godsend, how easy she makes it. Toff’s heard plenty of horror stories from other alpha guides and the lengths their mates make them go through to handle the rookies.

“Toff,” Will says, “should we—?” His pupils are blown wide, hardly any iris visible at all. He swore up and down that he’s taken omegas through heat before, but he’s certainly acting like a rookie right now.

Mack’s hands are gripped in the sheets, his skin sweaty, teeth biting at his bottom lip.

“What do you think, Mack?” Ty asks, teasing. He runs one finger down the length of Mack’s body, pausing for a second to tweak one of Mack’s nipples, which makes him jolt. They were sensitive last time too. “Are you ready?”

“Fuck off,” Mack says. “I was ready an hour ago.”

Will ducks down to kiss Mack, who groans greedily into Will’s mouth, before he fits two fingers against Mack and slowly sinks them in him.

Toff laughs and says, “You’re spoiling him. I was gonna make him ask.”

Will sits up again as Mack gasps and pulls out his fingers and says, “Oh shit, sorry.”

Mack actually bares his teeth and growls as Will takes his hand away, and Toff takes pity on him.

“Shh,” he says and fucks two fingers into Mack again. “It’s okay; we got you.”

“Fuck me,” Mack says. His eyes are unfocused, darting between him and Will like he doesn’t know who to direct his ire towards. “Knot me, come on. I need it.”

“Who first, Mack?” Will asks. Toff takes one of his hands and puts it on Mack’s chest. Will gets the idea pretty quick and flicks his nipple, Mack’s cunt going tight around Toff’s fingers as he does.

“I don’t—I don’t know,” Mack pants as Toff starts moving his fingers in earnest, really fucking Macklin open, getting him ready for both their knots.

His heat will last a few days. They’ll both have the chance to get inside him plenty.

“Don’t make him pick,” Toff says to Will, remembering that he’s supposed to be teaching. “Heat makes it hard to think, huh Celly?”

“Yeah,” Mack gasps, “yeah.”

“Will’s gonna fuck you first,” Ty says and moves so Will can settle between Mack’s thighs. “And then I’ll knot you next.”

Mack’s only answer is a high whine as Will rolls on the knotting condom.

“Go slow at first,” Ty says when Will lines himself up. “He's ready for more right away when he’s in heat, but it feels better for them if you build it up.” It’s a lesson Cat’s taught him well during her heats.

Will sinks into Mack slowly, and Toff feels a swell of mine mine mine at seeing them both together, his rookies.

[blue-aconite]

it was just a kiss || j.h.s

Summary: A night at the Hard Deck takes a turn when Jake confides in Mickey about some personal matters.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, jake has feelings, no use of y/n (reader has a nickname), fanboy is the ultimate bestie, drunk rooster is a menace to society

Word Count: 2.4k

Pairings: Jake Seresin x reader

Authors Note: Based on this prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting. Thanks to @writercole @demxters & @seresinsweetie for looking this over for me!

“The girl with the bachelorette party has been eyeing you all evening.” Fanboy handed him another beer, perching onto the bar stool next to him. 

Hangman looked over to where the group of girls were seated, catching the eye of the brunette that had been trying to get his attention since they arrived. The girl gestured towards the doors but he shook his head, giving her an apologetic smile. 

“Dude, what are you doing? She’s hot.” Mickey slapped his arm, eyes wide as saucers. 

“I’m not interested.”

Fanboy looked concerned, swivelling around on his chair. “Alright, let me get this straight. For the past month, I’ve seen countless women approach you, yet you’ve turned them all down. What’s going on?”

Jake snorted into his beer. “Nothing. I’m just not interested.”

“Can we please just have a human conversation? I know that underneath all of those protein shakes and hair products is an actual human being called Jake, and not Hangman. So, stop trying to avoid the subject.” Mickey leaned back against the wall, knocking his knee into Jake’s. 

Jake stared at Fanboy for the longest time, not knowing what to say. He opened his mouth but no words came out, so he settled back against the wall as well, keeping his eyes on the floor.

The Daggers had been permanently stationed at Top Gun since the Uranium Mission, instructing and flying together. Jake tried his best to play nice, offering to drive most of them home from the bar at times and buying beers on their nights out. He had made an effort to try and interact more, trying to show interest in their lives but he didn’t think that the rest of the group, save Javy, had actually accepted him into their little makeshift family. He still felt like he wasn’t truly a part of the group, but Mickey’s concern told him that maybe he was wrong. 

Fanboy shifted slightly, putting his beer away. “Jake. You can talk to me.”

“I didn’t think, uh, I mean -”

Fanboy smiled, patting his arm reassuringly. “I know. I know you think we don’t care, but we do. If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. But something is obviously bothering you. If you’re not comfortable with me, Javy might be a better option?” 

Jake didn’t know what to say. He waited for the punchline, where Fanboy would laugh and mock him but it never came. Mickey was being sincere. The WSO just waited patiently, fingers drumming on the wooden bar behind them. 

“You know, you remind me of my brother.” Mickey picked at his jeans, pulling at the loose strings over the knee. When Jake didn’t respond, he kept on talking. 

“His name is Diego. He’s the oldest. There’s five of us, by the way. He’s just like you. Walls up so high you can barely see past them. He always used to make fun of us when we were kids. I hated it. But when I got older, I realised that he was only doing it to push us. Mom and dad put a lot of responsibility on him and he did the best he could.” 

Jake listened as Mickey rambled on, the uncomfortable pit in his stomach lessening the longer Fanboy kept talking. 

“I know you’re doing the best you can as well. I know that you taunt Rooster with the sole purpose of making sure he pushes his own limits. I can tell. You push us all to be better.”

He swallowed thickly, trying to make out what had transpired in the last 20 minutes. “How? How can you tell?”

Mickey grinned widely. “Like I said, you remind me of Diego,” he grabbed the bottle again, “you’re one of us Jake, even if you don’t think so.”

Jake decided to throw caution to the wind and believe what Fanboy was telling him. If it was all true, then maybe he could talk to him. Maybe he could start being a part of the group. Before he could even open his mouth, Rooster appeared out of thin air and threw an arm around his shoulder.

“HANGMAN! The lady over there is asking about you!” Bradley leaned in closer, as if he was going to share a secret. “I think she wants to fuck you.”

Fanboy snorted loudly, startling Rooster. “Fanboy, didn’t see you there! What do you think, do you think she wants to fuck him?”

A bright red flush was covering Bradley’s cheeks and his eyes were slightly unfocused and glazed over. 

Mickey rolled his eyes. “Rooster, how much have you had to drink?” 

Bradley was leaning onto Jake now, his head on his shoulder. “You know, you smell good. And your hair is very soft.” Rooster patted Jake’s head, smiling stupidly at his teammate. 

“Okay buddy, I think we should get you home.” Bob appeared, slinging Rooster’s unoccupied arm around his shoulder, supporting most of his weight as he pulled him off of Jake. Bradley made a sound of protest as he was separated from Jake. 

“No, I was gonna help Hangman get laid. There’s a lady over there, and she’s got the hots for him.” He waved in the general direction of the bar. 

“He isn’t interested. So you can go home,” Fanboy laughed, pushing Bradley’s hand away as it aimed for his head. 

Bob tried to get him to move, but Bradley turned in his grasp, almost losing his balance. “You’re not? But I was gonna help.” He pouted, leaning back onto Bob who grunted under the extra added weight. 

Jake didn’t get the chance to answer as Bob hauled Rooster away with the help of Payback who had snuck up on them. Bradley complained the entire way, waving excitedly to Penny at the bar as his teammates practically carried him out of the door. 

“I guess that’s it. You two coming with us or what?” Nat sauntered by, Javy following closely. 

Jake was about to agree but Fanboy beat him to it. “In a minute. You go ahead.” 

They waved goodbye and Jake itched to follow his best friend. Now it was just him and Mickey. Even though he was about to spill his guts out right before Bradshaw interrupted them, Jake hesitated. 

“C’mon, let’s get some air.” Fanboy left his seat and Jake had no choice but to follow him out onto the deck. The sun was long gone, the pale moon taking its place. He could hear the waves crashing against the shore, people laughing further down the beach as they sat around a bonfire, sparkling brightly against the darkness.

“I could tell you were actually going to talk before Rooster interrupted us. Still want to?”

Jake hesitated for a moment before slumping back against the wooden rail. “Have you spoken much to the new team of mechanical engineers that arrived a couple of months ago? Like, Mercury for example,” he sighed as he nodded towards the window. Through it, across the bar, he could see Mercury sitting with her friends. 

Mickey stretched out his legs in front of him. “Sure. Mercury is badass. Her team is much better than Rogers and his idiots.” Their former mechanical team had been replaced by Mercury and her co-workers at the beginning of spring. Everyone preferred the new team. 

“Well, you see, uh. A couple of weeks ago, I ran into Mercury. And we’ve hung out a few times, outside of work. And I…” Jake trailed off, not knowing how to continue. 

Fanboy turned to him, eyes wide. “Are you telling me the reason you’ve been turning down all these women is because you’ve got a crush on Mercury?”

Jake’s heart hammered in his chest, gut twisting slowly. “It’s not that. Well, partly. I can’t stop thinking about her, no matter how much I try to occupy myself. I miss her when I don’t see her for a couple of days and I feel like, I don’t know, all giddy and shit when she smiles.”

“It sounds like more than a crush. So why the sad face man?” Fanboy nudged his side. 

“I kissed her. Well, she kissed me. We kissed. And after, she said ‘it was just a kiss’.” Jake deflated with disappointment, trying to hide just how much her response actually hurt him.

Mickey stayed quiet for a while before speaking. “Did you say you wanted something more?”

“I told her that I knew it was just a kiss but asked if it had to be just that.”

“What did she say?”

It hurt more than Jake liked to admit to revisiting what happened after their kiss. “She said that while she liked me, she knew of my reputation and had no intention of being another notch in my bedpost.” 

Fanboy clicked his tongue. “And that’s why you’ve stayed away from all the women. Trying to show her that you’re serious?”

Jake hadn’t anticipated for Mickey to see right through him. The emotional turmoil of opening up like this, to have someone listen and not mock, was jarring. Jake didn’t exactly have a lot of those people in his life. But Fanboy stayed, listening patiently as Jake talked. 

“Yes. Her words hurt but they’re true. I’m just trying to show her that I’m willing to change, for her. That I have changed.”

His companions' next words cut deeper than they should. “You’re in love with her. This isn’t just a crush.”

He hadn’t wanted to admit it to himself. Love wasn’t something Jake was familiar with. It scared him, to be vulnerable and open with someone. To let them see every part of him. But it was true. Over the course of a few short weeks, being in Mercury’s company had him breaking all his own rules as he realised that he did love her.

“Yes.”

“Then you should tell her. Tell her that you’ve changed, for her. Tell her that you love her.”

Jake sighed. “I can’t. She doesn’t feel the same, she made it very clear.”

Mickey slapped his arm, startling him. “Dude! Stop. You said that she said she liked you. If your past is the only thing stopping her, then you need to tell her,” he paused for a moment before lowering his voice, “and you deserve someone, Jake. You deserve love.”

He didn’t want to cry but Mickey’s words brought a wave of emotion upon him. He swiped at his face, trying to hide the tears. 

All of what Mickey was saying went against everything Jake had ever been told. His father always told him he was no good and that no one would ever want anything from him. That he would never amount to anything. Never achieve anything. 

“It’s okay man. I get it. You’re scared. But in the wise words of my abuela, ‘To love is to be scared. If you’re not scared, it’s not worth it’.” 

Jake laughed, a watery sound before wiping his face again. “She sounds like a smart woman.” Jake took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. 

Mickey laughed as well, eyes sparkling. “She’s the best,” he looked past Jake, eyes trained on something outside Jake’s field of vision. “If you were to tell Mercury, what would you say to her?”

Jake took a moment to ponder, trying to put his feelings into words. He guessed it was too late to turn back now, Mickey had already seen parts of him he hadn’t shown anyone in years. 

“I guess I would tell her how she makes me feel. That her smile brightens my day and that I want to make her laugh. That she makes me push myself to be better, both for myself and her. I’d tell her that I love her, even if it scares me. That I’ve changed and that my past doesn’t matter. She’s the only one I want.”

Fanboy clapped his hands together, smiling widely. “Good.”

“What do you mean ‘good’?” Jake turned but Mickey wasn’t looking at him. His eyes were trained behind him, shit eating grin in place on his face. 

Jake turned his head, his eyes landing upon Mercury standing a few feet away, bottle dangling from her hand. He immediately choked up, hands growing clammy as he tried to find his voice. The look on her face told Jake she had heard everything. 

“I’m gonna head back inside,” Mickey pushed off the chair before murmuring, “Remember what I said. You deserve love,” to Jake. He then sauntered back into the bar, saluting sloppily as he walked past Mercury.

Jake held his breath, counting to twenty as she approached him, sitting down tentatively in Fanboy’s abandoned seat. Neither of them spoke at first. Jake’s heart was beating so hard against his ribs that he thought it would break free. His palms were sweaty and he wanted to bolt, rush back inside. 

“You love me?” She quietly asked, hands twisting in her lap. He desperately wanted to reach out and intertwine their hands but he wasn’t sure it would be welcomed. Mercury chose for him when she grew tired of waiting for an answer. 

She reached over, clasping one of his hands between her own. “Jake. Talk to me.”

Mercury was staring at him  with a gentle smile. Her face was open and inviting, making Jake feel braver. He could do this.

“Yes. I don’t know when it happened.” She laughed, squeezing his hand. “Does it matter when it happened?”

“I guess not.” 

Neither of them spoke after that but there seems to be no need. All Jake focused on was the feeling of his hand between hers, the way they both seemed to breathe at the same time. It’s peaceful. 

“I’m sorry that I said it was just a kiss,” Mercury murmured while tracing the veins on his hand. “I wanted to say it was more than that, but I didn’t want to get hurt.”

“Hurting you is the last thing I want. I want this. Us.” Jake squeezed her hand back, intertwining their fingers. He desperately wanted her to repeat his earlier words back to him but he didn’t want to push her either. He knew he loved Mercury. He could wait while she sorted her feelings out. 

After all, he hadn’t exactly planned on telling her nor even approaching her.

“Jake?”

He hummed contentedly, the feeling of her hand in his calming him down better than any trick his therapist had ever taught him. 

“If you want to, I’d like that kiss to be more than just a kiss. I want you. Truth is, I think I fell in love with you when we went hiking. I know that’s so long ago and I’m sorry for not telling you but -”

Jake cut her off, cupping her face and pressing their lips together, smiling into the kiss. She loved him. It was all he needed to know. They’d figure the rest out later. If Jake had it his way, they’d have the rest of their lives.

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Ok, something I thought of while waiting for my college stuff and doodling, how would Dipper and Mabel react to eyes/paranoia/geometry? Like I’ve read so many good Mystery Twin aus that do so much justice to them but like… there’s varying reactions to that.

Hear me out; I recognize that most people do very much turn into hermits or try their best to avoid cameras and eyes and stuff but, being someone who constantly thinks something is watching them, what if they went the complete opposite? For me, if I know what’s watching me is mine/watching out for my good, it’s better. I routinely draw eyes on myself to act as “watchers” and tbh it helps with the anxiety for some reason. What would the twins do for this?

I completely see them hating the Eye of Providence, crossing out triangles on their homework, finding every possible way to protect themselves, but again, what if they employed their own “watchers”?

We have no idea if this could work in universe (at least I don’t) and again, it could just be for comfort. I love it when I know people are watching me, but if there’s none of that, I’m convinced something is watching me to bring about destruction. Yes it’s awful and I’m working on it but the eyes help. I’ve sewn eyes onto clothes, drawn them on my notebooks, hell I usually have them somewhere on my actual skin because I feel that they watch out for me.

Give me Dipper who tattoos his own runes and eyes on himself, taking them back and warding himself for his paranormal research. Who slowly becomes more and more eldrich the more time he spends with the creatures, who is constantly aware of everything because the eyes he has can see for him, at least slightly. Give me Dipper who knows everything about everyone, who has panic attacks because of what he Knows, who has to be careful of what he says to people, who begins to question if he is now like Bill, if he will use this the wrong way, who begins to seclude himself, because he would never cheat the world with this, but he would help it.

Give me Mabel who does the same, but more quietly. She always puts an eye on her sweaters and jewelry, for herself and for others. Who doesn’t delve into the world that Dipper loves, but still sees it. She doesn’t need anything to see the Fae now, nor the creatures who take measures to never be seen by humans. Give me Mabel who becomes like a protector, a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear for the kids who don’t know what to do. She can see their emotions, and can push them towards the right decision, but always remembers that if she goes too far with her new skills she could still create the next weirdmaggedon. The knowledge crushes her as she draws another eye, this time across her collarbone, she cannot afford to hurt others again. She squares her shoulders and goes out to help again, to stabilize her brother, and to Watch. She knows Bill, knows his tricks, knows how he used everyone around her, and she will never let it happen again.

Give me Mystery Twins who become not so human anymore. Not on purpose, no, they never wanted this. But they will not put the responsibility they picked up on anyone else’s shoulders. Give me the twins who cannot back down, who negotiate with the creatures of this world to not wage war against the humans, who work behind the scenes to better the lives of human and nonhuman alike. Give me the forbidden knowledge they lay claim to. They stop aging after a while. No one notices. They are too focused on keeping the bad away. Too focused on keeping Bill out, trapped, and keeping themselves safe.

Give me Mystery Twins that become cryptids. They protect their homes, and they do so with tooth and nail. They will fight dirty, and they will play every hand they have, but they will not cross certain lines. Mabel can manipulate someone into doing whatever she wants, but she will never push them too far. Dipper could lay out your darkest fears, push them into your brain, forcing you to live them over and over, but he will never stoop as low as Bill.

Anyway, this went way further than I thought it would and if people like it I’ll write a fic ig, the ideas are all swirling around in my brain, but I just had this idea and had to share. Being someone who deals with wondering what is good and bad and how people feel and what is convincing vs manipulating, I saw myself a lot in the twins, and also in Bill, and I’ve worked to make it better. But I love the idea of the eyes I draw looking out for me, and I wonder if the twins would like it too.

And how everyone else would react when the eyes end up actually watching them.

Maybe I could call it the Watcher AU?