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Agnes O'Connor x Fem!Reader: Beginning & End
Summary: Taking a late drive to get your mind off a few things, you get more than you bargained for from a not-so-routine traffic stop.
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A/N: Wasn't sure how to tag this since Agnes is technically an Agatha... variant? persona? Also I didn't tag the Agatha taglist since this isn't technically Agatha? tricky tricky... This is basically just pure smut with a sprinkle of plot.. enjoy xoxo (also let me know if you want more of Agnes?)
Words: 6.2k
Included: Established relationship, Jealousy, Smut; choking, spitting, bdsm, possession, semi-public sex, car sex, fingering, cunnilingus, daddy kink, roleplaying, power dynamics, dom/sub, teasing, begging
Tag List: @escapetodreamworld @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix
You sigh as you lean into the leather seat. The music is loud enough to hurt, but you donât turn the volume down, glad of the noise even if you donât feel like singing along. Trees fly by outside the window as you drive.Â
A sign passes in a flash but you catch the number; 45. Your speedometer reads 55.Â
Making sure youâre alone on the road, you push it to 57 just for kicks. Even as the dark scenes on either side pass in a blur, the road ahead is clear. The moon hangs low and bright above, reflecting off the filled-in parts of the pavement.Â
The song changes and you sigh again upon hearing the familiar tune. It only reminds you of your wife; who should be home and in bed with you, but ended up on night-shift instead after hassling a suspect a bit too hard, canceling your planned evening.Â
Which leads you to driving the backroads between Westview and Eastview, hoping the journey will tire you out enough that you can sleep. Instead it lands you in the position of blowing past a hidden cop.Â
Just your luck.Â
You groan as you turn the music down and pull off the road into a flat area of grass. With the lights, you canât tell if it's a Westview or Eastview officer at first. You have pretty good chances of getting off with a warning if it's one of Agnesâ coworkers.Â
But itâs not one of the regular officers. Itâs the Chiefâs car. You hit your head against the steering wheel. Heâs been riding Agnesâ ass for months and will likely give you a hefty ticket just to spite her.Â
While youâre hitting your head against the wheel, thereâs a knock on your window. You roll it down without looking, âLook, Chief, I know the deal. You can just write me a ticket and Iâll pay it tomorrow.âÂ
âOh, will you now?âÂ
You pause.Â
Looking up in disbelief, âAgnes?âÂ
âThatâs Detective OâConnor to you.â Her face doesnât change from the stern facade, âYou were driving pretty recklessly back there. Have you been drinking tonight, maâam?âÂ
Subtly as you can manage, you check your side mirror to see if anyone else sits in the police cruiser. It wouldnât be unlike the Chief to put Agnes through some insane test. No shadows lurk in the other car.Â
You drag your eyes back to Agnes. Sheâs waiting, still just as stoic, but you see the mischief in her eyes. Well, if she wants to play, why not up the stakes?
Tilting your head and smiling, âOf course not, detective. Iâve been a good girl.âÂ
A split-second pause tells you she wasnât expecting that. She licks her lips before the act slips back into place. She scoffs.Â
âThatâs what they all say. Wait here.â Her hand pats the open window before sheâs heading back toward the cruiser.Â
You watch her walk away in the side mirror with a grin. Her confident gait stirs something in you, always has.Â
For a split second you consider throwing the car in drive and peeling out of here. Youâre curious to see what Agnes would do. You hope sheâd chase you all the way home; that way when you get there you could finally have a taste of what tonight was meant to be.Â
You want Agnes painfully. Between work deadlines on your end and long hours on hers, youâve been too tired to do more than cuddle, or some heavy kissing on a better day. You miss the connection that comes from baring yourselves to one another. And the orgasms, too, of course.Â
Agnes is back at your window, breathalyzer in hand. You make a split second decision.Â
âPlease, detective, I canât afford another ticket, and my wife will be so mad.â You plead, using that innocent, wide-eyed expression you know turns her on, âIs there anything I can do to⌠pay it off, per se?âÂ
To her credit, she doesnât crack this time, âAre you soliciting an officer of the law, maâam?âÂ
âNo, of course not! Unless thatâs what you want.âÂ
âStep out of the car.âÂ
The commanding note in her voice goes straight between your thighs. You open the door and step out, watching her brows raise at only the long nightgown youâre wearing. Thereâs a chill in the air that makes you shiver. Her eyes are drawn to your chest before she shakes away whatever is going through her mind.Â
While youâre enjoying the game, you do hope sheâll let you get back in the car soon. The cold is unmanageable without more substantial clothing.Â
Agnes holds up the breathalyzer, âOpen your mouth.âÂ
You do so without thinking. A blush races up your face. Agnes canât help but smirk.Â
Itâs not the breathalyzer that finds itself between your lips, but two fingers that settle on your tongue and press. You jolt at the pressure. Tears come to your eyes as you gag, but the weight of her fingers doesnât ebb. You fight against your gag reflex to curl your tongue around the digits.Â
Closing your lips around them, you swirl your tongue like one would around a piece of candy. Even through blurred vision you can see how Agnesâ eyes darken. She leans forward, staring at your lips.Â
Her fingers move deeper, pressing harder, fucking your throat. You swallow around them.Â
You find your mouth and throat empty as Agnes pulls out. Her hand grabs your face before you can close your mouth and holds it open, fingers wet against your cheek. She grins meanly.Â
âStick out your tongue.âÂ
The second you do, Agnes spits in your mouth. You whimper. Itâs humiliating and you feel yourself clench around nothing. You leave your tongue in the position she demanded, obedient as ever.Â
Agnes laughs, âSwallow.âÂ
Humiliation, in combination with your startling need for her touch, forces the tears to spill over and down your cheeks. The sight of them seems to please her. Sheâs always loved seeing you thoroughly debased; loves knowing only she can break you down like this.Â
Partners in the past did try. Yet they would hesitate, hold back, believing they knew the limits of your desire instead of trusting you. A few would panic when they saw tears in your eyes and pull out of the scene completely. You often found yourself pretending; toning down your desires to âacceptableâ levels and leaving yourself unsatisfied to avoid that worried look in your partnerâs eyes.Â
But youâve never had to pretend with Agnes. From that first time, she went as far as she wanted, knowing that you were an adult capable of safe-wording if it was too much; it wasnât. You had been dripping and needy the entire time. You had cried while she sat back and watched you polish her boots with your tongue, and had nearly come undone from the act alone. It was everything you cravedâAgnes was everything you craved; trusting, dominating, cruel when it suited, and the most loving partner youâve ever known.Â
You had vowed then and there that you werenât letting her get away. And how lucky for you that she put a ring on your finger; the ring that is so much more than a symbol of love; but a brand, too, just as you desire.Â
âI wonder what your wife would think of you offering yourself up to me,â Agnes muses, âbut youâre so eager for it, I canât help but wonder if sheâs not satisfying you properly.âÂ
âOnly you can satisfy me, detective.â You flutter your lashes.Â
That draws a real laugh from her. Something inside you preens. You lean forward into Agnesâ space, angling your head for a kiss, but she pulls back.Â
âBe that as it may, soliciting an officer is a crime, as is reckless driving.â Her hands reach for her belt, where her handcuffs rest in one of the holsters, âIâm going to have to take you in.âÂ
Though the idea of being cuffed and fucked however she pleases excites you, youâre not entirely pleased with how your original plan was ruined. Agnes knew where the line was during interrogations and she crossed it. Knowingly. Itâs safe to say youâre a little pissed she acted out.Â
A mean-spirited voice in your head considers pushing Agnes away entirely, leaving her wet and turned on for the rest of the night shift while you go home and find solace in your favorite toy. The rational part of you knows that no toy can replace your wife, and itâs her you want. Youâre just not going to make it easy for her.Â
You fall to your knees before she can work the cuffs off her belt. She jolts at the unexpected change. You slam against the ground pretty hard and wince, but donât dare stop.Â
Your hands find her belt buckle. Deftly, you start to undo it, âPlease, I can make you feel good. Iâll do anything.âÂ
Agnes raises her brows. She doesnât stop you from undoing her belt or slowly lowering the zipper of her pants. Thereâs a tenseness in her jaw as she thinks over the request. Intent on sealing the deal, you move your hands from the front of her pants; instead leaning forward to place a kiss where theyâd just been.Â
Looking up through your lashes, you beg, âPlease.âÂ
âWell, since youâre so eager for it.âÂ
Ignoring the screaming in your knees, you shoot to your feet, capturing Agnesâ lips in a hard kiss. You attack with lips and teeth and tongue. At the same time, you slip your hand inside her pants and past the waistband of her panties.Â
She groans against your lips when your fingers play in her wetness. Your fingers ghost over her clit and you grin into the kiss. Two hands settle on your hips and shove, your back hitting the side of your car; it hurts for a moment before youâre once again lost in the feel of your wife, how sheâs using her position to grind against your hand, the obscene noises leaving her throat.
Your clit throbs with every roll of her hips. Itâs intoxicating that sheâs just taking what she wants, using you as a toy to achieve her own pleasure. But the desire between your own legs reminds you of the end goal.Â
Agnesâ hips pick up speed, her usual low groans evolving into panting, high-pitched whimpers. Sheâs so close. You consider letting her have what she wants.Â
Moments before she can fall over the edge you pull your hand from her pants. Hands settling on her chest, you shove her back. She jolts and stumbles. Her fucked-out expression from seconds earlier shifts to confusion, then anger.Â
âWhat the fuck?â Agnes snarls.Â
âYouâve been bad, detective.â Still leaning against the car, you cross your arms over your chest, âOr should I say Daddy.âÂ
Agnes stands straighter. Thereâs steel in her spine now, jaw taught as darkness comes over her expression. Amusement alights inside your chest.Â
Her hands begin to unravel the belt from the loops of her pants, âIâm going to paint your backside blue.âÂ
âI donât think so.â Your voice is hard. âYou see, I had a lovely evening planned for us. Dinner, a movie, clean sheets for us to spend all night ruining. And we didnât get to enjoy any of it because someone couldnât control her temper. So you, daddy, are going to fuck me until I decide Iâm ready to forgive you.âÂ
âItâs cute that you think youâre in control, baby.âÂ
Agnes steps into your space, belt in her hands. You stop her with a hand on her chest before she can get close enough to do anything.Â
âI am in control.âÂ
âThose with the upper hand donât usually have to state the fact.âÂ
You tilt your head, âIf you donât give me what I want, youâre not going to touch me for weeks. Iâll fuck myself and all youâll be able to do is watch. And Iâll stuff all the pairs of panties I ruin into your bag, your pockets⌠everywhere you go, youâll be reminded of just what youâre missing.âÂ
The smug expression slowly slips from her face. She tries to push forward again, but youâre unyielding; clenching your fist in the fabric of her shirt until she feels the subtle bite of your nails. Thereâs fury and a small trace of fear in her eyes.Â
Itâs rare that you have the upper hand. Usually Agnes is twelve steps ahead of everyoneâyou included. But this time she miscalculated, and sheâs going to pay for it.Â
âYour choice, daddy.â
She scoffs. Shaking her head, a few pieces of her hair free themselves from her low ponytail. They lay in and over her face before she blows them out of the way carelessly. She hasnât been taking care of it, you can tell; and briefly, you consider if you can get away with commandeering her into taking better care of herself.Â
You likely shouldnât push your luck. Agnes is going to punish you enough for this stunt, youâre sure.Â
The belt is tossed onto the ground a few feet away in a silent show of surrender. Her eyes are dark, churning with a mixture of fury and arousal. A brief moment passes where you wonder if youâre taking this a bit too far, but you shove it down; Agnes is an adult just as you are and will tell you if you cross any hard lines.Â
âIs the heat on in the cruiser?â You ask.Â
She pauses, taken-aback, âYeah, of course.âÂ
âGood. Youâre going to fuck me in it later. But firstââÂ
You open the back door of your own car as wide as it can go, just so you can perch on the seat with your feet still outside. With a smile, you open your legs wide. You hadnât considered this outcome when you left the house for your drive, so your panties are relatively plain, but it doesnât matter since theyâre soaked through.Â
Agnes takes a step forward and you hold up a finger. She pauses. You point at the ground.Â
Her face goes red, âNot fucking likely.âÂ
And then sheâs on you. Sheâs holding herself up with one hand on the seat, the other dragging your face to hers. Her body rests perfectly between your legs. With a low moan, you roll your hips against her front.Â
Her grip on your face is painful. Thank god her nails are clipped short.Â
Agnes pulls away from your mouth to bite and suck at your throat. You throw your head back, still grinding up against her, moaning with abandon. The friction is nice but it isnât what you wanted.Â
âI want you to eat me out.â You force out.Â
âI donât care what you want.â Agnes growls.Â
âOh? Well, I guess I should be prepared to handle my own orgasms for a while, then.âÂ
As you say that, you stop grinding, and lay fully against the seat, one of your arms snaking its way down your front and between your thighs. Youâve only circled a finger around your clit twice before her hand catches your wrist in a punishing grip.Â
âTry it and Iâll tie you to the bed everyday when I go to work.âÂ
âI made my terms abundantly clear.âÂ
âYou know what you forgot though, brat?â Agnes taunts, lips right next to your ear, âYouâre too greedy to settle for your hand or your little toys. Itâs only a matter of time before you get bored and come crawling back to me.âÂ
âMaybe Iâll just crawl to someone else. Agent Vidal has been hanging around.âÂ
A hand closes around your throat and you whine. She squeezes, your vision going fuzzy around the edges. You roll your hips.Â
âIâll lock you in the house if you even think about it.â Her voice is hard, promising, âYouâre mine, baby.âÂ
âProve it.âÂ
Thatâs the wrong thing to say.Â
Agnes pulls back completely. Her hands leave you, the pressure of her body is gone. You look up and sheâs standing just far enough away that you canât touch her. You growl.Â
The look on her face is one youâve seen a dozen times; the very same one she wears when youâre about to endure something you donât like. But you vow not to let her have the upper hand. Not this time. This time, youâre going to make her bend.Â
âIâll see you in the morning.â She says.Â
The words are like a bucket of cold water over your head. You donât spend long dwelling on the threat, thereâs no time.Â
Agnes is halfway back to the police cruiser when you worm your hand into your panties and bury two fingers inside without preamble. Despite being the source of your own pleasure, you jolt, back bowing off the seat. The moan that leaves your lips is exaggerated; pornographic.Â
âOh, yes!âÂ
You hear her footsteps come to a stop. You donât dare open your eyes, not yet. The pleasure youâre experiencing is real, even if it is half of what it could be with Agnesâ help, but you have to keep up the actâhave to make her jealous of your own fingers.Â
Though she hates to admit it, Agnes is jealous in all aspects of life. Thereâs a bit of healthy competitiveness worked in there that you can admire. Yet some days⌠some days she comes home fighting mad, hair a mess and muscles clenched tight as she recounts the events that made her that way. And lately theyâve all had the same person involvedâ
Agent Rio Vidal.Â
A loaner agent from the FBI, here to figure out some of the more poignant details of a murder on the Westview-Eastview county line. Sheâs confident and cutting and painfully attractive. Somehow, she knows how to push every single one of Agnesâ buttons, in work and play.Â
Youâve only met her twice and each time Agnes was an animal afterward. The appreciative glances and suggestive words made you blushâand though you wonât admit it, turned you on a good bitâwhile Agnes could barely hold herself back from attacking the woman. So possessive. So jealous.Â
You can use that.Â
The door on the other car hasnât opened and you know sheâs watching with rapt attention. You put on a good show, rolling your hips into your one hand while pinching at your chest with the other. You could get off on her watching.Â
Another exaggerated, high-pitched moan, âOh, Agent Vidal!âÂ
Though the woman is attractive, you canât imagine anyone but your wife. Agnes doesnât need to know that.Â
Strong hands grab your calves and pull you half-way out of the car. You squeak, eyes snapping open. Agnes looms above you and oh fuck youâre in trouble.Â
âYou little bitch.â She snarls, hand coming to wrap around your throat.
You try to moan but she doesnât give you that much air. Another deft hand rips your own from your panties, even going so far as to rip the fabric off completely. Thereâs the ghost of her fingers above your center. You roll your hips.Â
The sensation of loss and blurry edges is usually a huge turn-on; maybe itâs the intense change from oxygen to no oxygen, but youâre struggling more than normal. You tap her wrist three times.Â
Agnes pulls away completely. Her hand is off your neck, the other gone from between your thighs. You take in large lungfuls of air and feel your heart-rate slow just a little. A little whine works its way from your throat, though itâs mainly a result of the throbbing between your legs thatâs still driving you crazy.Â
Your wifeâs hands hover over you, eyes concerned, âHoney?âÂ
âIâm okay. You didnât hurt me.â You assure, sitting up and kissing one of her palms, âThe quick change just⌠startled me. Iâm okay.âÂ
âShould I⌠Do you need me to take you home?âÂ
âOh no, Agnes OâConnor, youâre going to finish what you started.â Spreading your legs offers an obscene picture of just how soaked you are, made even more tantalizing by the ripped panties clinging to your thigh, âUnless you want me to find someone else who can finish the job.âÂ
Itâs like flipping a switch.Â
Overwhelming is a word that could be used to describe Agnes in bedâsmothering, even. She has a way of overtaking every single one of your senses at once. Your skin is on fire with her touch, with the faint strands of hair tickling your face. The scent of burnt break-room coffee clings to her jacket. You even taste it when her tongue invades your mouth, moaning obscenely against your lips.Â
You like being smothered, though. You crave it; aching for anything that will let you turn your mind off and just feel.Â
Agnes pulls back. Her breath is hot against your lips, âYouâre such a brat.âÂ
âOnly for you, daddy.â You murmur.Â
A shudder passes through her at the name. Her grip tightens on you, near bruising. You moan.Â
âWhere do you want me?âÂ
âWith your mouth between my legs.âÂ
âFingers?âÂ
âYes, please.âÂ
Agnes chuckles, âSo you do remember your manners. Interesting.âÂ
You roll your eyes. To your luck, Agnes doesnât seeâif she had, you would have been punished accordingly. Though you realize things are a bit off-balance with your threat hanging in the air; any other time, Agnes would have you bent anyway she pleased, taking all she wanted until you couldnât handle any more.Â
Being in control is⌠odd. Not unwanted, but odd. You have to be more aware of yourself, confident in every command that leaves your lips. Youâre glad that this is Agnesâ preferred role even if youâre enjoying the change.Â
Lips kiss the inside of your thighs and you shudder. When she sinks her teeth in, you squeal, jolting at the change. Your hand falls to the top of her head.Â
âNot what I meant!âÂ
âOh, then what did you mean?â She taunts.Â
âIf you donât make me come right now so help meââÂ
The heat of her mouth on you is enough to shut you up. Her tongue drags up your slit with agonizing slowness. She teases at your clit for only a moment before repeating the slow drag, making you whine, pressing her head closer.Â
You feel the rumble of her laughter and god help you the vibrations feel amazing. Yet when you try to move your hips for more, her hands keep them pressed firmly to the leather seat.Â
Another threat sits on your lips that never comes to pass. With the last slow lick, she fastens her lips around your clit and sucks, hard. Itâs painful and wonderful and your back bows off the seat, hands scrambling for anything to clench into. The weeks have been long and you know youâre not going to last.Â
âIâm going to come.â You force out.Â
She laughs again. That, in combination with her attention focused solely on your clit, sends you straight over the edge. You feel wild, unhinged as your hips move without any guidance from your mind, chasing the waves of pleasure that make your every muscle go taut.Â
But when the pleasure subsides, Agnes doesnât stop. She pushes two fingers inside and curls them in that way you like so much. You clench around them, though you ache, not ready for more so soon.Â
âI canâtâPlease, I canât.â You beg.Â
âOne more, baby. You can give me that, canât you?âÂ
âI canât.âÂ
âYou can.âÂ
And you do. Her fingers know every inch of you well, her mind cataloging every spot that makes you whine, every move she performs that sends you over the edge. She calls on that knowledge as the pads of her fingers rub against that spot inside you with abandon until you canât breathe, shrieking and moaning loud enough that you worry someone will hear you miles away.Â
The pleasure tenses your body so tight that you worry the muscles will never relax again. It hurts in that delicious way only Agnes can bring out.Â
When you do relax, sheâs licking gently at you, collecting the flavor on her tongue and savoring it like a fine wine. You twitch. The hand you have in her hair pushes as you attempt to slide further onto the seat, away from her mouth.Â
âNo more,â you beg, âplease.âÂ
âAm I forgiven?âÂ
You laugh, breathless, âNot quite.âÂ
You tug her up wordlessly until the weight of her is draped over you. Itâs nice, comforting to feel her close. Her warmth helps fight against the cold biting at your lower half. Sighing, you bury your face in her neck, your hand coming up to lazily play with her hair.Â
Agnes accepts the touch. She traces little patterns on your hip over the nightgown, soft and quiet. You can still see the red and blue lights from your hiding place in her neck.Â
âWhy do you have the Chiefâs car?â You ask.Â
She scoffs, âMine broke down three hours into the shift. Had to call the Chief and walk all the way to his house to get the cruiser.âÂ
âWhat? Agnes, why didnât you call me?âÂ
âI wanted you to enjoy your night in, honey.âÂ
You think about arguing, but you recognize the exhaustion in her voice, and decide not to push itâfor now. Itâs an argument you can save for later.Â
âSo what was it, the battery? I thought we just replaced it.âÂ
âI think the old girl might just be done for. Weâve had her for a while.â Agnes shrugs.Â
âBut thatâs⌠we brought Nicky home in that car.â You whisper, chest aching.Â
Another piece of your lifeâconnected to your babyâthat you wonât get to keep. Agnes tenses, her breathing growing ragged, and you feel terrible; sheâs likely already thought about this the whole shift, spent all these hours remembering it alone. Thatâs why she didnât call youâshe didnât want to drag you bag into the deep end of the pain, too.Â
You press a gentle kiss to the side of her neck. No wonder she took the first opportunity to play with you, she needed the distraction.Â
âIâm sorry, my love.â You murmur.
âNot your fault, honey. These things happen.âÂ
She sounds less and less like herself with every moment. You donât want to shove the grief asideâthe grief counselor said that only made things worseâbut this isnât how you want to handle it; Agnes draped over your freshly-debauched form in the backseat of your car.Â
This is a conversation, a breakdown for home, where the two of you can take all the time you need to soak in the new loss. You need to distract her away from this.Â
âWill the force offer you one of their vehicles?âÂ
âYeah. They should.âÂ
âWhere did you break down?âÂ
âBy the bridge on Old Forest.âÂ
Perfect.Â
âLetâs give her a proper sendoff, then.âÂ
Agnes pauses. The look she gives you is questioning, as if not quite believing your suggestion, but she knows betterâknows youâre serious about this.Â
âAlright.âÂ
Which is how you find yourself halfway across town, on a back road with no streetlights, pulling off perilously close to a ditch. Agnes' car is unmistakable even in the darkâfrom the extra mirror on the hood reflecting the moonlight to the dent in the back bumper she never got fixed. You feel suddenly overwhelmed as you trace your fingers over the body.Â
So many memories, good and bad. Your late-night trysts in the back seat. Bringing Nicky home. The back seat full of his stinky sports gear. Agnesâ old case files winding up on the floor.Â
Agnes comes up and drapes her jacket over your shoulders. The warmth of her body has seeped into the cloth, now blocking out the chill in the air, âThis might not be the best idea.âÂ
You raise a brow, âCold feet, detective?âÂ
âMine are nice and warm. Yours, however...âÂ
She looks up and down your scantily-clad form with a worried furrow of her brow. Itâs sweet, but not needed.Â
âI donât think our plans will keep me anything but warm.â You smile, leaning back against the car while pulling Agnes close, until every inch of her is pressed against your front. Her hands settle on your hips as she kisses you with a softness belaying the vulnerability she still feels, âUnlock the car.âÂ
âHoneyââÂ
âAgnes, would you rather I went home?â You murmur.Â
âOf course not.âÂ
âThen what do you want?â
âBeats me.â
âYou know what I want?âÂ
Using your leverage against the vehicle, you draw one of your feet up the inside of Agnesâ leg, careful to press every part of yourself against her. Her warmth radiates through her flannel and jeans and you smile.Â
She raises a brow, âIâm sure I can guess.âÂ
âI want you to bend me over in the backseat of this car like you did that first time. You remember, donât you? How pissed you were that Iâd been teasing you for five dates.â You laugh at the memory, âYou couldnât even make it out of the restaurant parking lot.âÂ
âYou were so loud we almost got caught.â She recalls, voice low, gravelly.Â
âThereâs no one around to catch us now.âÂ
Agnes wraps one of her arms around your waist and uses it to tug you sideways, making quick work of unlocking the car. With the hand not on your waist, she opens the back door, and eases her jacket from your shoulders. She lays it out on the cold seats with the warm side up.Â
Not for the first time, youâre moved by her consideration of your comfort. It would be so easy for a partner to disregard the little things if it meant getting to the end goal faster; but not Agnes. You reward her with a long, slow kiss.Â
When she pulls away, thereâs a fond little smile on her lips. She pats your hip, âOn your hands and knees.âÂ
You obey without question. Crawling onto the backseat, youâre reminded of just how confined the space of a car is. You have to keep your head bowed so as not to hit your head on the roof. Itâll be worth your while, but you know the two of you will be feeling the adverse effects of this choice for days.Â
Agnes follows and shuts the door behind her. She works her way into the backseat until not a bit of space exists between the two of you. Every inch of her front is pressed against you, draped over you like a warm blanket. You push your backside back into her crotch, teasing.Â
âI shouldâve sent you home to get your purple.â You say.Â
âBe good and you can have my cock later.âÂ
Warm fingertips trail up the back of your thigh until they snake under the hem of your nightgown. The soothing heat of her touch is lovely compared to the bite of the cold air. You lean into it.Â
âYes, daddy.â You sigh.Â
Her body pulls away from yours and you turn, confused. A sharp slap to your backside makes your breath stutter, your core clenching around nothing. Your toes curl.Â
âInteresting that you want to be good now, when youâve been testing me all night.âÂ
âWhat can I say? Iâm motivated by rewards.âÂ
Youâre satisfied that Agnes seems to be in the moment, rather than locked up in the memories in her head. Intent on keeping it that way, you lean back into her, arching so you can match her entirely. Her muscles go taut and relax and being able to feel it makes you ravenous.Â
Two fingers push your ripped panties aside and begin to drag up your slit, teasing. It should be noted that you are trying to be good for her, offering the control she takes to so well. You like to think she can tell, too.Â
When she slips her fingers inside you without torturing you further, youâre sure she knows.Â
You push back, desperate. You want more of her and bad. Itâs as if the orgasms she gave you less than an hour ago never happened. Every muscle in your body quakes with the knowledge of what only Agnes can give you. And you want it so deeply that it threatens to bring tears to your eyes.Â
âPlease.â You beg without prompting, âPlease, more.âÂ
A split-second hesitation belays her surprise, but she does slip another finger inside, stretching you even wider. You canât stop how you move, nor the noises that come out of your mouth. You feel cursed with hunger only she can sate.Â
Itâs this car, this backseat, and the memories here that are driving you so mad. Itâs the life attached to it that you never thought you would get; a family, a future, a wife who loves you despite all the ugly parts others had run from. Itâs the years you havenât had to live out alone, the pain youâve shared. Itâs the fact that this act was once a beginning and now itâs an end.Â
Her lips press against the back of your neck, impossibly gentle, so unlike the role sheâs meant to be playing. Something inside you breaks.Â
âAgnesââ You choke out.Â
âItâs okay, honey.âÂ
You let go.Â
You let go from holding yourself backâfucking yourself on her fingers until you shriek with pleasure. You let go of the ball of emotions in your chest, of hunger and pleasure and guilt. You let go of the pain and let tears spill over onto your cheeks.Â
Itâs not the best orgasm youâve ever had, but it doesnât need to be. Itâs a goodbye to this piece of your life. Itâs an end. And it hurts just the same as it feels good to embrace the potential of something new.Â
Agnes holds you, steady as ever. You feel the dampness of her own tears on your neck.Â
You turn and lay on your back, welcoming the weight of her. You use your thumbs to wipe away the tears coming from her beautiful blue eyes.Â
âAm I forgiven, or do we have to go another round?â She asks.
You grin, not taking your hands from her face, âYouâre forgiven, my love.âÂ
âThank god.âÂ
Agnes drops her head until it rests on your chest. You laugh, extracting the hair tie so you can run your fingers through the length of it. Her arms wrap around you as much as they can.Â
She presses a kiss to your chest, over where your heart is. You gently work through a knot in between your fingers. The windows are clouded with perspiration. Beads of water reflect what little moonlight peeks through the trees. Moonlight or no, you know every dip and curve of your wifeâs form, and could identify every part of her without sight.Â
The stale coffee smell has worn off, replaced by the faint undertones of the cologne she wears each morning. Itâs deep and musky and comforting.Â
Maybe itâs the weight of her head on your chest in combination with the memories that makes you speak, âHave you ever thought about us trying again?âÂ
She tilts her head so she can look up into your eyes without lifting from her resting place. Her brows are furrowed.
âTrying again?â Â
The weight of her beautiful eyes on you almost makes you change the subject. These conversations are so much easier without that layer of intimacy. But youâve started something and youâll be damned if you donât finish it.Â
âTo be parents.â You whisper.Â
âIâm a little past due on that, baby.â Her smile is self-deprecating.Â
âIâm not.âÂ
âYou never wanted to carry. I remember that much.âÂ
âThat was then.â You continue smoothing through her hair, âNow⌠If you want to try again, Iâll do it. I want to do it.âÂ
You canât decipher the look in her eyes. She doesnât pull away, but sheâs tense.Â
âWe donât need to decide right now. We have time.âÂ
She nods, âAlright.âÂ
âYouâll still be daddy, even if you arenât my baby-daddy.âÂ
âThat was terrible.âÂ
It doesnât stop her from grinning, nor does it stop you from laughing. Something in the tension eases. You canât lean down and kiss her like this, so you press a kiss to the pads of your fingers, and press them to her lips. She nips at them playfully.Â
The quiet is nice, but you can feel the cold settling into your bones. You need to be back in a heated car before you get sick.Â
âWhen is your shift over?âÂ
âIn a few hours.âÂ
You nod, figuring out what time sheâll come home and how it fits into your schedule, âI have nothing after work if you want me to make good on those orgasms I owe you.âÂ
âI look forward to it.âÂ
It takes some time, but you and Agnes manage to untangle yourselves and worm your way out of the back seat. She sits, keeping you wrapped in her coat, until the inside of your own car is nice and warm. That earns her a few lingering kisses.Â
She trails you on the drive home before speeding off to do god knows what during the last few hours of her shift. And when you fall asleepâalready feeling soreâan eagerness sets in your chest of what awaits. With an end, a new beginning.Â
#agatha harkness x reader#agatha harkness#agatha all along#agnes o'connor#agnes o'connor x reader#agatha all along x reader#agatha all along fanfiction#agatha harkness fanfiction#wlw#wlw fanfiction#nov2024#multimilfswritings
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Sum of All 8
Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: mob!Steve Rogers
Part of the mob drabbles au
Summary:Â you are given an unexpected assignment.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Iâm happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging â¤ď¸
A dark figure stands above you, startling you awake. You squeak as the seat belt snaps back and recoils to your shoulder. You untangle yourself frantically and shield yourself with your hand.Â
âAh, what--âÂ
âYouâre awake. I thought you...knocked out again,â Steve stands straight and grips the car door.Â
âI fell asleep,â you say. âI...â you pause and look around. Itâs getting dark out. âWhere are we?â You raise your hands before he can answer, âwait, wait, wait. Only tell me if it wonât get me killed.âÂ
âHow many timesâI donât just go around offing people.âÂ
No, you just beat them up until they canât think. You donât say it out loud and youâre happy itâs dark enough to conceal your expression. You shrug and turn your legs out.Â
âOf course not,â you agree.Â
âHotel,â he answers bluntly. âTake the night then weâll get to where we need to be tomorrow.âÂ
âRight,â you slide slowly forward and plant your feet. He drags his hand down the door and backs up, giving you enough space to stand. âAh, after that drive, I could definitely stretch out. Maybe a hot shower.â You catch yourself. âIâm sure you donât care though.âÂ
âItâs fine,â he waits for you to get out of the way before he swings the car door shut. You hesitate. You donât have any luggage with you. Hm. Well, bridges to cross ahead of you.Â
You walk silently inside. He approaches the counter and pulls out a stack of bills. You just watch him, unsure what else to do.Â
âShould be enough for the deposit,â he says.Â
The man behind the counter accepts it and hands over a key. Itâs a small place. One of those roadside motels. It reminds you of an 80s horror movie. You hate scary movies.Â
âUh, just the one,â you say as he takes the key. He stops and looks at it.Â
âCome on,â he demands.Â
You donât argue. You go back inside and he marches to the stairs at the other side of the motel. You climb behind him. As you get to the top he turns back to you.Â
âOne room is easier to secure. Itâs safer,â he explains.Â
âOh, okay. Is someone following us?â You wonder.Â
âYou never know. No more questions. Letâs go. Iâm tired,â he insists.Â
âSame,â you agree.Â
You dread the awkwardness to come but youâre too worn out to resist. Itâs not just the long day of work then driving, itâs all that fainting. You forgot how awful that is.Â
He unlocks the door and lets you in ahead of him. He flips the lights on and you examine the tight space. A bed, night tables, a box TV, a small coffee bar with packets of instant and cheap tea bags. Â
You go back to the bed and test the firmness with your hand. Rogers removes his jacket and hangs it on the rack in the corner. He tilts his head one way than the other, cracking his neck loudly. He nears the bed and sits on the foot of it with a sigh. Â
He bends his head forward and reaches to knead his shoulders. You donât envy the hours of driving, but maybe you could have offered to drive. You look down, searching for a distraction. The close confines canât help the strange tension.Â
Thereâs a button on the bed frame. Off, low, high. You flip it and the bed shakes, eliciting a grunt from the man on it. He stands in surprise. You quickly turn the vibration off.Â
âOops,â you fold your hands sheepishly. âI thought it was a light or something.âÂ
He blinks as his eyes scour the bed. He looks at you and puts his hands on his hips. âYou need a shower or something?âÂ
âUmmm,â you look over your shoulder at the dark doorway, âyou know, I think Iâm just going to lay down. Iâm beat. Early to bed, early to rise.âÂ
He gives you another look, as if youâre speaking a different language. You get nervous and you just say stuff. Besides, your rambling is better than the silence and he isnât offering much.Â
âHm,â he grumbles.Â
He strides away from the bed and goes into the bathroom. The light illuminates him in a yellow glare before he shuts the door. You face the bed and roll your shoulders.Â
You leave your shoes by the night table and roll off your stockings. You massage your arches then untuck your blouse. You hang it and return to the bed. You remain only in your camisole and skirt.Â
You grab the remote and flick on the television. The shower buzzes loudly as the pipes whine. The walls are thin. You can hear the water slaking onto the tile. Even the low groans of the man steaming up the small space.Â
You shuffle through the channels and donât find much of interest. You leave it on the kidsâ channel when nothing else catches your interest. You close your eyes, listening as you curl up under the blankets.Â
The bathroom opens and you feel the cloud of damp heat escape. You listen to Rogers move around. Heâs right on the other side of the bed.Â
âWhat is this?â He asks.Â
You roll over and open your eyes. You nearly gasp at the sight of him. He wears only a towel on his waist. His thick torso is corded in muscle and hair. You force your eyes to his face. His beard and hair are soft with moisture. You shift and lay back on the pillow.Â
âThe Little Mermaid. Thereâs nothing else on.âÂ
âMm,â he hums as he combs his fingers through his hair, then drags his hands across his beard. He turns and sits, bend a leg across the mattress as his other hangs to the floor. âIsnât it for children?âÂ
âI saw it when I was a children,â you say. âItâs not bad.âÂ
He watches silently. You canât see his full expression but his profile appears slightly perplexed. You sit up and put the remote next to him. Â
âYou could put something on. Maybe they have HBO. I heard The Sopranos is good.â He slowly looks over his shoulder at you. You blanch, âjoke. Sorry.âÂ
He reaches for the remote and turns away. You stare at this back and all the muscles in it. Thereâs a tattoo of three stars between his shoulder blades. Ouch.Â
âYou can watch it,â he allows as he puts the remote on the table. Â
He lifts himself up and folds back the blanket. He slips his legs beneath and pulls it up to his waist. You focus on the TV as you try to ignore him. Heâs almost naked right beside you. You can feel the heat radiating off of him.Â
âCool,â you say. Why do you feel like fainting again?Â
#steve rogers#dark steve rogers#dark!steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#series#drabble#mob au#au#sum of all#marvel#mcu#avengers#captain america
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10 DAYS OF REQUESTS
(DAY 4)
Kenan Yildiz x Reader - Deal Breaker Part 3/3
PART 1 PART 2
Summary - Reader meets Kenan during dinner at her house.
Enjoy!đ¤
The dessert was devoured almost in complete silence. Only the efforts from your mother seemed to cut through the tension that seemed afloat.
Something must have gone wrong with the deal because your dad and the investor, Kenan's dad, seemed a bit distant in their gazes, refusing to meet each others eyes. Matter of fact, their eyes seemed to solemnly focus on you and Kenan, who had ended up next to each other upon your return from the "tour of the house."
You would have taken more notice about everyone's stiffened mood hadn't it been for Kenan and his hand on your thigh, squeezing the flesh between his fingers, teasing to revive the tingle between your legs. It hit you, however, with the clearing of your mother's throat and her red eyes beaiming at you that your bedroom was located directly above this very dining room.
"Oh my god."
"What?" Kenan whispered, hearing the low mumbled that left your lips.
"Iâ"
"Kenan." His dad hissed, seeing his son cozying up to his business associates' daughter.
"Yes, dad?" He said, clearing his throat as he leaned away from you, his hand still on your thigh.
"It's time you thank Mrs Y/L/N for the lovely dinner. We should be heading back home soon.
Kenan looked to you and then to your mother. "Of course." He nodded, fixing a smile. "Thank you for the hospitality Mrs Y/L/N and...." He turned to your father but immediately lowered his head with your dad's fuming gaze. "....my father and I should be heading back home soon. However, first, I would like to ask if it's okay for Y/N and I to accompany her friend to a concert tonight?"
"Huh?" You frowned. Kenan ignored you however.
"You see, she's got tickets to this great band that we both like. Arctic Monkeys. You've heard me speaking of them, haven't you, Father?"
His dad's gaze transformed with the wrinkle of his forhead. "You mean that noise that you like to play in my car?"
"Exactly." Kenan lit up. He then shifted towards you. "Your friend is still waiting for us in her car outside, isn't she?"
"Erm...maybe. Probably."
Kenan's sudden amusment shifted something amongst the people around the table. Including you.
Seeing you and Kenan get along sparkled hope of a relationship between your families. Your mother did at least attempt to utilize the idea by saying that Tati was the name of my friend, a responsible young woman that didn't smoke and would have you and Kenan safley back home after the concert. Ten minutes later the two of you were running down your driveway, hand in hand, laughing at the fact that you're parents mostlikely heard the two of you fuck.
You hopped into Tati's car, startling your friend that sat half asleep, waiting for you to give into her stubbornness. You did so with the help of ....
"Who's he?" Tati murmured as she came to, taking notice of the stranger in the backseat of her car.
"Tati this is Kenan. Kenan this' is Tati my best friend."
"Nice to meet you," He said, offering her his mischievous grin. Tati fell for it, of course, just like you had. "I heard that you like Arctic Monkeys. Would you mind if I joined you two to the concert?"
Tati threw a baffled glance your way, watching you eagerly nod your head.
"Of course you can." She said, turning back to Kenan. And just like that, the three of you were in for what would be the best night of your life.
It was a small venue, which allowed you to see the band from up close. Although Marco and his friend's were there, you never saw them or ran into them. How could you, when you were too busy dancing the night away to your favorite songs, your best friend by your side and Kenan, clinging to your neck where his lips stayed attached throughout the entire night.
PART 1 PART 2
DON'T MISS - 10 DAYS OF REQUESTS
(DAY 1)
(DAY 2)
(DAY 3)
#fanfiction#football imagine#footballer x reader#footballer imagine#football angst#kenan yildiz x reader#kenan yildiz#juventus fc
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I really don't want to make another political post because a few of the other ones blew up and I felt like I was getting an ulcer, but I just want to say please please please don't idolize people on here or on twitter. no matter how many social justice buzz words they throw at you please remember they could be absolutely anyone. just because someone acts confident does not mean they have ANY idea what they're doing.
#I think the fact that starbucks#(a company that is not and has never been on the BDS boycott list because they don't actually have any direct connection to isre*l)#is THE figurehead of the twitter BDS boycott movement#should tell you that social media is not a reliable place to be getting your information from#and never ever feel bad about questioning someone or asking them to explain themselves#(I mean as long as they are positioning themselves as some sort of authority on a topic or trying to convince you to do something)#if someone tells you 'the answer should be obvious'#that usually means they don't actually know the answer themselves#or they are intentionally trying to manipulate you#and remember it is always ok to just admit you don't know something#oh and of course the above includes me too#I am going to make mistakes#and as much as I try not to I am going to accidentally reblog misinformation or say the wrong thing or take a stranger's word for something#<- which is why making posts like this stresses me out but#idk just a reminder
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fix it-a.hotchner
a/n: i imagined a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)
please don't read if you have emetophobia!!!!
summary: aaron says some horrible things, can he fix it?
pairing: husband! aaron hotchner x wife! reader
warnings: mad angst, aaron is so mean, reader believes she is a bad mother, heartbreak, feelings of disappointment, jack is so sweet, reader is pregnant, talks of pregnancy, talks of vomiting and morning sickness, no happy ending :(
part 2- fix it together
It was all coming down to this. It was Jackâs birthday and as his step-mom, you had been party planning all week. He was having a dinosaur themed birthday with a bounce house and watching a movie in the backyard, like a little drive in movie. You were excited for him. Aaron hadnât really been around much that week, he was busy dealing with some legal battle the FBI was up against, meaning the rest of the team, including yourself, had the week off. It was Friday night, Jackâs actual birthday and he was asleep in bed as you waited for Aaron to get home. You were reading a book Spencer had recommended you as you nursed a cup of tea, getting sleepier by the second.Â
The front door opened and there Aaron stood, briefcase in hand, handsome as ever. You smiled and got up from your spot on the couch, ready to greet him. He smiled softly as you hugged him, running a hand through his hair. âHow did it go?â you asked, your voice just above a whisper.
âOh it was fine, nothing too jarring. How was the week?â He asked, walking further into the house.Â
âFine. Nothing to report. Jackâs asleep but-â
âDid you do something for his birthday?â He asked, cutting you off.Â
âYeah, of course. I picked him up from school early and we went for lunch and to a film. He really enjoyed himself,â you smiled and he sighed. âIs everything ok?â
âYeah, fine,â Passive aggressive. Aaron was being passive aggressive.
âAaron,â You said, worry coating your words. âIs everything ok?â
âYes! Everything is just fine,â He sighed again, sitting on the couch. âJust one thing though- you didnât think to offer him to see his mom?â He asked, malice behind every word. The accusation cut you deeply. Of course youâd asked, but heâd said no. He said âI donât want to go without dadâ because of course he wouldnât. He didnât want to go to his moms grave without his dad, and not on his birthday either. You stood there, stunned at his words. He continued. âYâknow, you promised me this wouldnât be an issue, so tell me now, is this an issue Y/N? I need to know because we can still get an annulment.âÂ
You gasped at his words. âAaron stop-â
âNo, you stop. You are not his mother. She is. She still is, even if sheâs gone. Youâll never be his mother. Youâre doing a good job of parenting but nothing compares to Haley. Thank god youâre not his actual mother.â
That was venomous. He was going straight for every insecurity you had around your relationship with Jack and throwing it in your face. He was hurting you.Â
The silence was heavy. Aaron finally looked at your face and saw the disgust written all over it. The worst part was the fact that he knew it wasn't disgust at his actions, it was disgust directed at yourself and your parenting. You loved and adored Jack, he knew that. He knew, though heâd never admit it, that Jack liked you more than him, or maybe it was just his insecurity speaking, he wasnât sure. He knew you gave everything of yourself to the both of them. And he knew heâd just done irreversible damage.Â
âI offered,â you muttered, your eyes trained on the floor as you wrapped your arms around your chest, pleading with yourself to not cry. You felt silly, standing there, in his hoodie, his home, and seeing his child as your own. âHe said he wanted to wait for you. I said weâd go on Sunday.âÂ
Aaronâs stomach dropped at the tone of your voice and the words being spoken. He was making you cry. He was hurting you. And all youâd ever been to him was perfectly kind. Youâd always been so supportive, so loving, and so caring. As he came in he saw a love note on the fridge, heâd seen one of his favourite chocolate bars on the counter with a note beside it, a little wrapped gift beside it too. There were multiple reminders on the fridge for yourself, ones telling you to pick up things for the party, pick up Jackâs big birthday gift (a new bike), and call Jessica. You cared so much about the both of them, and heâd just said some of the worst things he couldâve, just because he was stressed.
Imagine how stressed you were, planning an entire party on your own while simultaneously working through hours and hours of paperwork (courtesy of your job, you were still working from home even if you weren't technically working), and parenting all week, all alone.Â
âThereâs dinner in the fridge, I-Iâm going to go to bed,â you mumbled, walking about and leaving him alone with his thoughts. He heard your footsteps retract, walking up the stairs and in the opposite direction of your shared bedroom. Shit. You were sleeping in the guest room.Â
He got up, irritation and shame barely allowing him to get to the kitchen to eat the meal youâd made him. Why was he like this? Why couldnât he have just listened to you?Â
He sat alone eating, his eyes drifting to the gift on the counter the entire time. I donât deserve it. He thought, but caved once he finished his food and cleaned up. He pulled the small bow off and unwrapped the colourful paper to reveal a positive pregnancy test. His heart broke again. Inside beside it was a note, in your beautiful handwriting.Â
To my dearest Aaron,Â
I wanted to tell you the second I found out but I also didnât want you to come home too early when you were still needed in Washington. Weâre pregnant! Iâm so excited and nervous and happy and scared all at the same time. I didnât want to upstage Jackâs birthday but I obviously needed to tell you :)Â
I love you so much and I canât wait for this next chapter! No more guest bedroom I guess :)Â
P.s Iâm almost sure Jack knows, Iâve been having horrible morning sickness :( but at least this fulfils his christmas wish last year, remember ?Â
Anyways, I love you so much and Iâm so excited.Â
Your love, Y/N
XxxxÂ
He felt sick to his stomach. You were pregnant. Heâd just been evilly cruel to you and you were pregnant. Heâd said some of the most vile things on planet earth to you, he essentially called you a bad mother. And you were pregnant. He hadnât even realised he was crying until he saw the splotches on the paper, ruining one of the cute doodles youâd done. He immediately put it down, not wanting to damage it further.Â
He took a deep breath, then went into his study and allowed himself to cry. Heâd been mean. Heâd hurt you in the one way he promised he wouldnât, all because he was overwhelmed. All because he was stressed.Â
âDad?â He heard Jackâs voice and straightened. He wiped his face. âWhy are you upset?â Jack walked into his office, pyjamas and a teddy in hand.Â
âI did something mean to mom,â he admitted. âAnd I hurt her by accident,â he wasnât sure if it was by accident. He was sure some deep part of him just wanted to self-sabotage himself. âAnd I feel bad about it.â
âItâll be ok. Momâs been sick this week, maybe you have the same tummy ache and itâs making you mad?â He suggested and Aaron let out a pathetic chuckle.Â
âMaybe bud, maybe,â he agreed. âHow about we get you back to bed, huh?âÂ
âCan I say goodnight to mom again?â He asked and Aaronâs heart broke again. He lifted him up and nodded, walking them down the hall. âYou go into her and Iâll get your bed ready, yeah?âÂ
âOK dad!â Jack exclaimed as he was let down to the ground, and went running off to your shared bedroom. Aaron shook his head.Â
âSheâs in the other bedroom,â he pushed down another wave of tears at Jackâs confused face.Â
âWhy?â He asked, confused.Â
âI was really mean,â Aaron sniffled. âSay goodnight from me too?â
âOk dad,â Jack said, walking into the guest room.Â
Aaron heard your voice, wishing Jack good dreams. Youâd been crying.Â
He was the worst person in the world.Â
Jack came into his bedroom a few minutes later. âMomâs still sick, she said goodnight and to tell you that she loves you.â
Aaron almost started crying again. You were so caring. You always put him above yourself. âThanks buddy.âÂ
Aaron tucked him in and closed his door over, wishing him a good night. The tears came shortly after. He tried to sleep in your shared bed, but it wasnât right. You werenât there.Â
Sleep evaded him that night.Â
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The next morning, the morning sickness hit you like a truck. You had your head in the toilet for an hour, at least. You didnât come out of the guest room until about 9am. You could hear the usual sounds of Jack and Aaron playing outside, probably soccer. You walked downstairs and got yourself a glass of water, the only thing you could actually stomach at the minute. You looked out the window that led to your garden and smiled when you saw your boys playing, then the nagging voice that you thought youâd gotten rid of all but screamed in your ear Youâre such a terrible parent. Aaronâs just been trying to conserve your feelings this entire time. Jack probably hates you. You shouldnât be having another child.Â
You looked away. Focus on the party. You told yourself. Get through today.
You had a long list of things that needed doing before the party at 3. You had to pick up balloons, pick up the cake, pick up Jessica and her kids, pick up Sean from the airport (as a surprise for Aaron and Jack), and set everything up. You left a small note on the table explaining where you were, and left. You ran all your errands, leaving picking up Jessica, the kids, and Sean till last. When you walked back in, the house was set up and Jack was immediately excitedly by Jessica, his cousins, and Sean which gave you a moment to slip away from Aaron.
Soon enough, the party started and you were bombarded with around forty children and a party to have. You felt Aaron's eyes on you constantly, checking in on you or just watching you. Once the outdoor film started, Penelope, Emily, Jj, and Spencer came over to ask what was wrong with you and Aaron, saying it was strange to not see you all over each other. You told them about the fight (not the pregnancy) and they were shocked at his behaviour. How could he be so mean? How could he treat you like that?
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Aaron had been trying to talk to you for hours. Whenever he tried, a kid or one of the team would stop him with a dumb question, or needing help. You had Emily, Penelope, Jj, and Spencer crowding you the entire night, sending him the dirtiest of looks. Thatâs how he ended up at the end of the garden with David and Derek, who were both giving him a lecture about how what heâd done was wrong.Â
âYou can't say anyone is a bad parent!â Derek stressed. âThatâs a very clear no-go!â
âIâm aware,â Aaron said, his lips tight in a frown. âI know what I did was wrong.â
âThen why arenât you apologising?!â Derek exclaimed, loud enough that a few kids turned around to shush him.Â
âBecause,â Aaron sighed. âThose four havenât left her side in hours.âÂ
As the movie came to a close and the children left, you were left with just the team and family.Â
You all sat down to dinner, chinese takeout- Jackâs favourite. There was laughter and true joy, especially at Davidâs insistence that he could make the meal much better than Jack's favourite take-out, considering he was a âchefâ.Â
You all sat down to watch Jack open his gifts, individually thanking each person who gave him something. He was especially taken by the gift Spencer got him, a book on dinosaurs, and he adored the bike. Youâd gotten one that you'd made look similar to Seanâs motorbike, Jack was always obsessed with Sean's motorbike. Youâd even drawn on specific details that made it even more unique. Everyone eventually trailed out and it was just you, Jack, Sean, and Aaron. Jack asked Sean to read his bedtime story. That meant you and Aaron were left to clean up together. You got up to start picking up plates but Aaron stopped you.Â
âCan I?â He offered and you nodded, sitting on the couch. You hadnât eaten at dinner, all food just meant more vomiting in the morning and you were not up for that. âCan we talk?â He asked.Â
âAbout what?â You sighed, looking over at him. âI think weâve both said enough.â
âIâm so sorry about last night,â he sighed, coming over to you and sitting beside you. âI was awful. I was disgustingly mean just because I was overwhelmed. Youâre an amazing mother to Jack, while youâre not his biological mother, you love him as such and he loves you. Youâre a great parent. I was just being reactive and mean. I was so cruel and I'm sorry. I donât want an annulment. I want to be with you forever. I know that it isnât a problem. I know how much you love Jack and me,â he chuckled humorlessly. âI know how little I deserve it.â
You took his hand. âWhat you said⌠it was probably my worst nightmare,â you chuckled flatly. âAnd what you said was pretty damaging, Aaron. I just⌠it completely restarted the voice in my head that says Iâm a terrible parent. It made me scared to think about whatâs going to happen when we have our baby. I was already terrified about being pregnant, and this was justâŚâ you trailed off as Aaronâs heart broke. Your voice was raw with emotion. You were so hurt.Â
âI will spend the rest of my life proving to you that you are the best mother our children could ever have,â he promised and you smiled, but it lacked the regular spark your smiles usually contained.Â
âThe best mother Jack could have is Haley. We both know that.â
Fuck. Now you were comparing yourself to Haley again. Aaron had quite literally set you back about 4 years in your confidence as Jackâs mother. âHoney-â
âI know it sounds bad, but we both know itâs true. Iâm good, but as you said, Iâm nothing compared to Haley. Which is fine Aaron. I understand my place.â
His heart broke for what felt like the millionth time. Heâd hurt you so badly. âHoney please, I was stressed and overwhelmed and I took it out on you. I meant nothing I said. Youâre the best mother to Jack and our unborn child. You are the love of my life-â
âIâm the second love of your life,â you smiled sadly at him. âIâm going to bed, goodnight Aaron.âÂ
You walked up the stairs with a heavy heart. No matter what he said, youâll always remember the look on his face when he told you that you werenât enough, that you weren't Haley.
You fell asleep on your side of the bed, since you couldnât exactly sleep in the guest room when Sean was in there.Â
Aaron leaned against the counter as he washed dishes, thinking about how he could fix this.Â
Could he even fix this?
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most to least possessive svt members abt their partners??????
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๨ৠseungcheol i think we all saw this coming, cheol is not shy to be possessive around ANYONE. he will rest his hand around your waist at all times or he will make some kind of physical touch with you or if heâs really that desperate he will slap your ass or grope it, he doesnât care, cheollie does not like anyone touching whatâs his trust me.
๨ৠchan chan is also very possessive of you i think heâs the type of guy to pull you in a corner & sloppily make out with you, making sure everybody sees you both, chan will also make you sit on his lap at all times if you are in a gathering or whatever, even if youâre both on a date he will hold your hand 24/7, if he ever leaves you for a second which he wonât , he wonât forget to leave a hickey after that make out session.
๨ৠminghao minghao may come as a surprise to be a possessive partner but oh he is one alright, he might not have physical contact with you a lot like cheol but he will always be standing next to you or whisper something through your ear like âyou know youâre mine to touch & fuckâ he will not be afraid to get filthy if he feels a slight pang of jealousy.
๨ৠmingyu heâs definitely possessive deepening on his mood, mingyu can be chill but also can be VERY possessive & jelly also he is not shy to rearrange your guts to show you who you really belong to. case closed.
๨ৠsoonyoung okay so hoshi is not as possessive as the above but heâs considered more on the clingy side like, he will pout if youâre busying away with another person eventually leading him to literally dragging you to a place where you could only give him attention.
๨ৠjosuhua shuji defo gets possessive at times, like if he sees someone getting too cozy for his liking, he will be at your side in one split second, coddling you & kissing you intentionally showing the person infront of you that you are his partner.
๨ৠjun he says heâs not possessive but lowkey (highkey) is, but he doesnât show it to you. obviously though you know your boyfriend when he gets sulky or pouty about it, you will give him a big reassuring him that you are his & he is yours.
๨ৠseungkwan kwannie also tends to lean on the sulky side of being possessive over you but he can manage most times but on the oh and he canât contain it at times but you arenât afraid to show people that youâre his by maintaining physical contact.
๨ৠjeonghan now.. YOU are the one who gets possessive who can blame you?, you have a gorgeous boyfriend who everybody wants so sometimes you feel mischievous enough to cover his neck with hickies at the same time he isnât afraid to cover them up. but hannieâs possessive can get nasty sometimes.
๨ৠwonwoo wonwoo is really chill as he trusts you too much not to do anything but he couldnât help but feel a little possessive when youâre out there looking breathtaking, people staring at you or more so admiring you, wonwoo will just stand up to kiss you or just hold hands with you, proudly showing you off as his pretty princess.
๨ৠdeokyeom kyeom now heâs more chill than others, he can stand seeing you chatting & laughing with other guys but when you get tooo close, heâll probably bring it up later as a not so âjokeâ joke, he just gets a little insecure sometimes & of course youâd understand that, so everytime heâd do that you will reassure him totally 100%.
๨ৠjihoon now with uji heâs really really cool about it, I donât necessarily think heâs possibles not because of anything but because he just has his 100% trust, heâs just so chill about it, like I think heâll get up to kiss you just because he loves you not because of anything else.
๨ৠhansol hansol is sooo isnât possessive about you, he is so comfortable about it youâre just sooo trust worthy in his mind, he doesnât care if you flirt or not with someone not because he doesnât care about you but loves teasing you to show you that he trust you fully which turns you on so much.
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synopsis! you get paired up with jake, your sweet classmate whoâs always willing to help you, but while youâre both working, he seems to be the one needing help. wc! 5.1k cw! porn with barely no plot unprotected sex (wrap it up yall!!), SUB!JAKE, dom!reader obvi, oral (m! receiving), jake is whiny and reader is just a tad bit mean, unexpirienced but not virgin jake, had huge writers block in the beggining pls spare me đŁ
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You could still feel the high heat in your body when you were walking away from your and Heesengâs place. You probably didnât look the most presentable, cheeks flush, hair a little bit tousled and your clothes were most likely all wrinkled from being messily thrown out. The walk from your apartment to Jakeâs wasnât longer than 10 minutes since he lived quite close. You checked your phone and it had been 6 minutes past the time you had planned with Jake so you tried to walk a little faster, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling between your legs, the aftermath of your and Heeseungâs sins.
You had met Jake during one of the classes you had together when one day you were late and the sit next to him was the only one available. He was the usual classmate who didnât talk much but still had a good group friend, in which Heeseung was included. You two didnât talk much unless when you ask him to help you with something and to you it almost looked as if he avoided talking to you. You often noticed how his cheeks warmed up when you talked to him or how his eyes flickered from yours to the environment around him, which you found cute and made you bite back a smirk each time you interacted. You would be lying if you said you didnât find Jake attractive. His face looked like it couldâve been sculpted by the Gods above, and when he wore his glasses you swore you could drop all the dignity you had left for him.
It wasnât too long after that you reached Jakeâs apartment building. You took your phone out, texting him that you had reached his house. You didnât have to wait long to see how good Jake looked today. Sporting basic jeans with a striped polo sweater and his usual black specs, he looked better than ever. Before your mind could wander any further, you walked towards the entrance, greeting him with a smile and following him upstairs and inside his apartment. When you first walked in, you noticed right away how neat his place looked, just like him.
âNice place you got.â You said with a smile, making him look back at you with a surprised expression. âOh? Thanks, though! Iâm not very good at decorating but I tried my best here.â Jake answered with a shy chuckle. âYeah, I could tell you did.â
He leads you further into the hallway, entering the door to his room. His room was a reflection of himself. Anyone could tell this was his room just from the way itâs organized and coordinated. The books on the shelves were all neatly placed and organised in alphabetic order. His desk was free of clutter and had only the necessary things placed above it, that, if you considered a picture of what you assumed was his dog necessary. Your eyes found Jakeâs and you could see him tense up when you did so.Â
âShall we get to work then?â You asked with a smile. âYeah, yes, of course.â He said quickly moving to sit by his desk. You put your things down and sat next to him, your thighs almost touching since the desk was clearly made for only one person to sit there. You pulled out your laptop and opened the document your teacher had sent you with all the instructions.
âI think we could divide the topics for each other and then discuss which information to keep..â Jake suggested, his eyes flickering between the various topics shown on the screen. âYeah, I think thatâs a good idea, Jakey.â The nickname slipped faster than you could catch, but you donât regret it, especially after seeing how Jakeâs ears slowly turned red. You bit your bottom lip to prevent the smirk threatening to form.
You had been working for a little past an hour and you could feel your eyes getting tired from looking at your computer screen for so long. From your peripheral vision, you could see Jake running a hand through his raven hair with a heavy sigh, making your eyes turn to look his way. With your head propped on your hand, you admired as he scrolled through endless reports, trying to find any good content he could for the presentation.
He hadn't noticed your staring, too focused on the screen ahead of him. Your eyes moved down his body. His sleeves had been pulled up a little, just below his elbows, showing off the veins that ran down to his hands. Oh, his hands. Something you always stared at. Anytime you would ask him for help in class you would always get distracted by the hands of the man beside you as he used them to point things out in your textbook. You would almost drool as you stared at his thick fingers, letting your mind wander further than it should.
Obviously, you didnât keep these things for yourself. This had been a hot topic on your late-night calls with Yunjin, the one you would always run to when you needed feminine advice and didnât want to hear the constant nagging Jay gave any time you talked about boys. The girl would always laugh at you, mentioning that you must have a thing for nerdy-looking guys or, in her words âpathetic menâ (her theory got confirmed when you told her you fucked Heeseung). It wasnât totally false. It is true that you liked weak men who wouldnât hesitate to get on their knees for you. Blame you for being tired of guys with big egos who think theyâre all that.
Another big sigh, almost groan, snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at Jake and saw him leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed. âEverything alright?â You asked as you slid your chair closer to his. âYeah, sorry. Just canât find any good info for my topics.â He said as he nodded his head towards the screen in front of him. You let out a small sigh as your lips pout with pity, pulling your chair even closer to his. âDonât be too harsh on yourself, Jakey.â You told him as your hand made its way to his thigh, feeling it tense at the touch. You leaned your body towards his way âYou know you can always ask me for help.â our hand moves upwards âAnytime.â You finished with a smile, leaving that last word floating in the air with an uncertain meaning. Jakeâs breath got stuck in his throat and he felt the weight of the last word that left your lips. The gears in his head twisted and turned as he tried not to show how the way you were smiling up at him affected him.
You sat back straight in your chair, acting as if you didnât know what effect you left on him. âLet's ge back to work, yeah?â
It had been a few hours since you started working. During the whole time you could see Jake squirming in his seat, maybe from the tension in the air, so thick that it could be could with a knife. With a sigh, you closed your laptop with a thud, your hands falling to your lap as you turned to look at Jake who seemed to avoid looking you in the eye.Â
âI guess this is all for today, Jakey.â You said smiling at him. âWe can talk tomorrow in class and choose another day to meet again, maybe at my place next time, yeah?â You asked him as you started getting up from your seat, him doing the same. âOh yeah, we can do that. I was about to finish this part as well so youâre all free to go.â You nodded at his words, your eyes subtly looking him up and down. His hands twitched in his sides. âIâll walk you to the door.â
Reaching his door, he opened it to let you out. You looked back at him one last time with a slight smirk. His cheeks warmed up and he swayed in his place, suddenly feeling awkward in the loud silence. âIâll see you tomorrow then.â You said, now fully smiling. âSee you, y/n.â Jake said not moving from his spot.Â
You walked away from his door, and as soon as you were out of sight, Jake moved to close the door, resting his back against it as he released a breath he didnât know he was holding. He brought his cold hands to his cheeks, trying to heat them down. He knew working with you wasnât going to be an easy task.
This cycle of going back and forth between each otherâs houses has been going on for a few weeks now and the project was almost done. The thick tension between you two every time you were together was undeniable and it had Jake feeling tense around you.
Ever since you pulled that thing the first time you went to his house, Jake could seem to fully focus when he was around you, always getting distracted by whatever you did. Even during classes, you seemed to purposely sit next to him, only to spend half of the time subtly touching the side of his leg and moving up to touch his tight. Jake was going crazy from your shenanigans and they were the only thing running through his mind when he laid in bed wide awake, head full of you and his hand running down from his tummy to where his body needed him the most.
Itâs not like Jake never had sex or related activities, but he wasnât the most experienced. He had only had sex with his ex and only serious girlfriend he had and it wasnât anything too out of this world. He knew youâve had your fair share of sexual encounters, he knew you had plenty of experience and he knew you were damn good at it because he has heard stories from the men you were with. If you asked him a long time ago, this wouldnât bother Jake, but now, with all youâve been doing to him, it makes him feel a bit insecure, because if your teasing escalates further he knows he could never compete with those men. But maybe thatâs not what you think.
You were waiting for Jake since he was coming over to finish and wrap up the project. You had spent a good two hours in front of the mirror, trying to make yourself look more presentable for him, something you would never admit to anyone even if they paid you. It wasnât too late but you could see the sun setting from the view in your window. You were about to check your phone when you heard the doorbell ring, meaning Jake had already arrived.
Walking towards the front door, you checked yourself one last time in the mirror before opening the door. âHey, Jake! Come on in!â You said stepping aside so he could enter your house. âHey, um, I brought some snacks, since itâs getting kinda late and I remembered you said you liked these soâŚâ He trailed off, showing you two packs of your favourite snacks, making you surprised he even remembered that. âOh my god, Jake! You definitely didnât have to. Thank you, though!â You said smiling at him, his cheeks warming up as usual. âAnyways, letâs get started before it gets too late for you.â
The project was going smoothly since today you two were only doing the final touches and reviewing the whole thing. The dynamic between you and Jake today felt different. There were more lingering touches coming from him who you would accidentally touch his hand but he wouldnât move away or flinch like he usually does. You were surprised that he acting this way, but you were definitely not complaining, you like this less conserved side of him.
You tried to focus on the text on your screen, but you couldn't help but let your eyes drift off to where Jake was sitting working on the powerpoint. Itâs not like he didnât look good any other day, but maybe it was the dim warm light in your room or maybe it was the moon shining from your window behind him, you werenât exactly sure, but something about him today had him look so good and you couldnât avoid the warm sensation in the bottom of your tummy that made your thighs press together.
Your inner turmoil was interrupted by Jakeâs little sigh, making your eyes focus back on him. âIâm finished with this.â he said turning to look at you. âDo you need any help with that orâŚ?â he trailed off. âOh! Um no, Iâm finished as well.â a thought came up to your head. âCan I check the powerpoint?â you asked leaning a little towards him. âAh, yes, of course.â He answered, adjusting his glasses.
You pushed your chair closer to his, purposely making your thigh touch his. Jake felt his heart race when you got suddenly so close, the scent of your sweet yet intoxicating perfume invading his senses. His eyes drifted from your focused face down to your exposed neck, making him lick his dry lips as if to stop himself from letting his lips fall into its soft skin. He shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts of you out of his mind and maintain his composure.
âWell, this looks pretty good!â you said smiling at him, almost missing the way his eyes quickly fall from your eyes to your lips. âOh, really? Thank y-â âYou did such a good job, Jakey.â You interrupted him, as you let your hand fall on his thigh. His lips opened and closed as he tried to speak but no words came out. âYou worked so hard on this.â your hand started moving up and down, making him tense up. âThink you deserve a reward, donât you?â his eyes doubled in size as you spoke so softly, yet your words were filled with nothing but lust.
âAnswer me, Jake.â you said, leaning closer to his face. âI- Yeah, please.â he answered, voice barely above a whisper. Your lips immediately connected to his, making him let out a low moan. His lips felt soft against yours, fitting almost like two pieces of a puzzle connecting. Your hand moved further upwards, now dangerously close to where his bulge was growing. His wands that were awkwardly laid by his side moved to lay on your hips, gripping them when he felt your tongue swiping against his bottom lips. He gave you access and you started exploring his mouth, tongues rubbing against each other, making both of you moan at each otherâs tastes.Â
Kissing Jake felt heavenly, almost better than anyone youâve kissed. It felt good to finally be the one leading. You felt so powerful with him writhing against you, yearning for more than just your kisses. You pulled away so both of you could catch your breath. Jake looked up at you, lidded eyes with a glow on them and his lips red and swollen from you biting on them occasionally. âFuck, Jake. You look heavenly.â He only answered by chasing your lips, already missing the feeling of your lips on his. You pecked his lips before pulling away again, making him let out a whine. Your pussy throbbed at the sound, never had heard a man make such a beautiful sound, almost like a melody to you.Â
âLetâs move to the bed, yeah?â you asked breathlessly, making him nod eagerly. Both of you stumbled as you got off from your chairs, almost bumping into each other. Jake was the first one to lay in your bed, head hitting your soft pillows. You followed him, crawling in his way, until your legs were straddling his lap, sitting on it. You leaned down, taking his lips on your again. The kiss was messy and heated, both of you probably getting coated in spit but neither could care any less about the mess. His bulge felt delicious as it grew harder and harder below you, rubbing against your clothed core.
You grinded experimentally against his clothed member to which he let out a groan, feeling the heavenly friction of you against him. You kept slowly and teasingly grinding against him as your hands ran down from his face to his chest stopping by his nipples that felt hard against your fingertips. You pressed on them, his hips bucking up as he let out a yelp, not expecting the sudden stimulation. You smirked against him, pulling away from the kiss, a string of spit connecting you both. Your hands left his nipples to pull at the bottom of his shirt, indulging him to take it off. You stared at his toned torso, not expecting to see the lines on his abs, something you would deal with later.
Your mouth made its way to his neck, starting by kissing all over until you found his sweet spot. Your hands started moving back up again to his nipples, rubbing them, making him whine again as he grinded harder against you. âNever had your nipples played like this, Jakey?â you asked, pulling away from his neck âTell me, baby. Do you like it?â he had his eyes closed and his brows furrowed as he tried to think of what to say. âF-fuck yesâ he stuttered âFeels so good!â he said with a whine, making you smirk at his already fucked out state.Â
You lowered yourself, mouth moving to kiss from the dip in his chest, down to his abs, sucking on the area there, creating red marks all around. Your mouth kissed lower, following his happy trail until you reached the line of his pants. âCan I take this off, baby?â you asked him, pawing at the button. He nodded quicker than he would like to admit. âNeed words, Jakey.â you demanded, wanting to hear him voice out his consent. âYes, y/n, please, fuckâ
With his green light, you started unbuttoning his pants and undoing the zipper. You tapped his hip, signalling him to raise them so you could take them off. He did as he was told and you pushed the jeans off, leaving him in just his boxers that already had a damp spot where the tip of his cock was. You stared at the bulge, already noticing that he was probably huge, making you feel a little nervous about fitting him in you. You squirmed in your spot, feeling an uncomfortable sticky feeling in your underwear, making you aware of how wet you were getting.
Jake whined, snapping you out of your thoughts, looking at you with eyes begging for you to touch him. You smiled at his helpless state âWhat dâyou want, Jakey? Need you to speak or I wonât know.â He whined at your words, his brain feeling like a mush inside his head. âN-need you to touch it, please, just do something.â He answered, squirming in your bed as he felt more and more desperate. You didnât say anything else as your hand moved to his bulge. Poor baby, was hard as a rock. It probably even hurt. You squeeze his length, pre cum escaping the tip and staining his boxers even more. âMore, please! I need more,y/n!â he said with a whine.Â
You took some pity on him and your hands automatically moved to remove his boxers from him, cock hitting his stomach with a bounce, Fuck, he really was huge, and thick. A long vein ran from the base to the tip and you wanted nothing more than to do that. You lowered your mouth on his cock, licking up from the base until you reached the tip, engulfing it with your lips. You licked a stripe on the slit, making him groan at the delicious but almost overstimulating feeling. Your mouth moved down, taking almost his whole length. One of your hands wrapped around what you couldnât fit, while the other moved to play with his balls, his hips bucking inside you making you gag around him.
The vision Jake had of you ass up and face down on his cock was what he hoped heaven looked like. Your mouth felt warm and heavenly and he already felt brain fucked. He had never felt such pleasure in his life and he just knew this was gonna be the suck of his life. He dared to look down again and his eyes met yours. He could bust right there and then with just the look you gave him. Your eyes were dark, pupils blown out, making him feel so powerless underneath you. His eyes closed shut when he felt you hollowing your cheeks to suck him even harder.
You could tell he was close. His hips were twitching as well as his whole cock and you could feel him throb in your mouth. You removed his length out of your mouth and licked down to his balls, licking them as your hand moved to jerk him off at a quick pace. His breath was getting shorter as he felt his release come closer and closer. âOh, f-fuck! Please, Please, y/n!â He didnât even know what he was begging for, his whole body felt numb, except for the knot on his stomach getting tighter and tighter.Â
Your lips moved to suck on his tip as your hand kept jerking him up and down. His cock started twitching hard in your grip ây/n I-Iâm gonna cum-!â His warm cum spurt inside your mouth, making you moan at the feeling of him filling you up. He was moaning loudly as he rode out his orgasms, chest heaving up and down quickly as he tried to keep breathing. You gave him one last hard suck, making him shudder in overstimulation.Â
You moved to eye level with him, hand moving up to brush his hair away from his face. âSuch a good boy for me, yeah?â He nodded in your hold, face flushed and eyes teary from his orgasm. Your lips met his, tongues instantly meeting. He could taste himself on you, making him groan as the bitter taste touched his buds. You pulled away from the kiss, sitting on him fully clothed. Your hands pulled at the hem of your top, taking it off and leaving your torso naked as you werenât wearing a bra. Jakeâs mouth gaped as he stared at your bare chest, hands twitching at his side, wanting to touch them.
âYou can touch them, Jakey.â you smiled sweetly at him, showing him you were comfortable with whatever he wanted to do. He let out a shaky breath as his hands hesitated to travel to your chest. He held your boobs in his hand, fitting them perfectly in his calloused hands. He didnât really know what to do so you moved your hands to hold his, moving his thumbs to rub and twist your hardened nipples. You quietly moaned at the feeling of his rough fingers touching your sensitive buds. You removed your hands from his, letting him experience you by himself. He pinched on your nipples, making you yelp in surprise. âSorry! I didnât mean to hurt-â âDo it again.â you told him âW-What? Are you sure?â he asked hesitantly. âYes, I liked it, Jakey. Was just surprised.â You answered, smiling at him.
His hands returned to your nipples pinching and rubbing them, making you clench around nothing. As much as you enjoyed the feeling you were getting impatient and needed to have him inside you as soon as possible. You grabbed his hands, taking them off of you as you stood up on the ground to take your bottoms off. You slowly pulled them down along with your panties. His eyes carefully watched as you stripped for him and him only.
You straddled him again, your pussy sitting right on top of his cock, making both of you moan at the feeling. Jake grabbed your hips up and sat against the headboard. âWanted to have a better look at your face when you fuck me.â he said looking up at you with his puppy eyes. You were out of words so you cradled his face in your hands as you kissed him again. Your hips start moving as if on their own, rubbing our cunt against his length, making the tip bump against your clit. He whined inside your mouth as you swallowed his sounds.Â
You pulled away, hoisting your hips up as your hand grabbed his length and aligned the tip to your entrance. âW-wait!â he suddenly said making you stop in your movements. âEverything ok?â you asked worried that he might have been uncomfortable. âNo, I just- You werenât prepped and-â your lips clashing against his interrupted him, making him let out a protesting sound. âDonât worry bout that, Jakey.â You simply said as you grabbed his length again positioning it on your gaping hole.
You slowly sink on him, your mouth opening in a silent moan while he whines in your ear, hands moving to circle your waist. You bottomed down and stayed still for a while to adjust to his big and thick size. The only thing heard was both of your heavy breaths. His hands were comfortingly rubbing up and down your back. When you felt ready you moved your head to look at him. âReady?â you asked him and he nodded eagerly at you.
You started by slowly circling your hips around his length, both of you moaning at the euphoric feeling. He rested his head against your shoulder, panting in your ear. You circled your arms around his neck as you started to pick up your face. The room was filled with the sound of skin hitting skin and the squelch coming from your pussy. âF-fuck, y/n! Never felt s-so good.â Jake whispered as he felt his eyes roll back at the feeling of your raw cunt moving on his hard cock. âYeah? Youâre filling me up so good, Jakey. Even let you go in me raw.â You grabbed his head to make him look at you. His eyes were low and he had drool almost dripping out of the corners of his open mouth.
You moved around him at a now stable pace, moaning loudly when the tip of cock found the spongy spot inside you. âF-fuck, Jake!â he was stretching you out so good, taking you to cloud 9. You looked back at him, his head leaning back on the headboard, completely fucked out. âLook at you.â you said making him open his eyes, barely keeping them from closing again. âFucked you dumb, didnât I?â he nodded even though you werenât really looking for an answer. âPoor baby, just wanted to be a good boy for someone, isnât that right, Jakey?â he whined at your words, knowing they were fully true so he nodded his head as his eyes got even more teary, one tear even dropping out. You laughed at his state, knowing he had nothing on his brain but your pussy.Â
You felt the too-familiar pressure on your tummy starting to build up and his cock twitching again. You bottomed out on him again, grinding your hips down on him as you tried to reach your climax. âOh God! Iâm getting close, Jakey.â you said in a whiny moanâ Youâre gonna cum with me, yeah?â you felt his cock twitch harder inside you as he nodded at your question, wanting to fulfil your request. Your breath was getting laboured but you tried to maintain your composure for him.Â
Jake could feel you clench around him, knowing you were almost reaching your high. He slowly moved his hand from your waist to where your bodies met, rubbing on your clit. You let out a surprised yelp as you squeezed hard against him, eyes widening at the unexpected contact. âF-Fuck, Jake!â you said breathing heavily. âYou make me feel so good.â Both of your lips met, desperately trying to reach both of your releases. You grinded faster on him, now moaning in sync against each other mouths. His finger rubbed faster on your swallowed nub, making your head spin as you threw it back.
âJ-Jakey, Iâm so close!â you said as you felt your thighs burn from exhaustion. âMe too, f-fuck!â His hips started slightly bucking upwards, trying to match with your movements. Your synced movements had you moaning loudly, not even caring if youâre gonna get complaints from your neighbours later. The sound of Jakeâs whines getting louder along with the frequent twitching of his cock indicated that he was just as close as you. You sped up your movements as you felt the knot in your tummy about to burst.
âJ-Jake, Iâm gonna cum! Iâm gonna cu-â you were cut off by your orgasm, almost stopping in your movements with a silent scream. The feeling of your juices releasing against his cock had Jake cumming right after you with a loud whine. The aggressive twitching of his cock along with the feeling of his warm seeds painting your insides felt heavenly. You looked down to see a white ring form around his length, slowly moving up and down as you rode both of your orgasms out.
Your heads rested against each othersâ shoulders as you stayed like that for a while, you with the feeling of his hands rubbing shapes on your back soothingly. The sound of both of your panting filled the silent room. The sound of traffic could also be heard from outside and it made you go back to your senses. You got your head up, urging Jake to do the same. You pulled him in one last kiss before you pulled his length out of you, making both of you hiss. You got up and walked towards the bathroom to grab a washcloth. You cleaned yourself up first before going back and cleaning his length for him. He shook from still being sensitive, making you chuckle at him.
You tossed the cloth onto the ground and laid next to him, sighing happily when your head hit the comfort of your pillows. Your hand rested on his chest rubbing circles on it as you simply looked at his peaceful state. The silence in the room wasnât uncomfortable and you felt like you both made a silent rule of not talking about what happened. He grabbed your hand from his chest and gave it a kiss. âThank you for taking care of me.â He said as he felt his cheeks warm up. You chuckle and prop your head on your hand to get a better view of him.
âWell, thank me when we get a good grade. This was my thanks in advance.â You said, making both of you laugh. âYeah, maybe Iâll be the one rewarding you next time.â
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Using a random number generator for the angst prompts: 20 Starved + 30 Dangerous Temperatures
... and Leo, of course.
OH GOD OK
uh so. I had an idea. and I decided to write it for this ask I got forever ago. And then, uh.
it really
really got out of hand.
This is a pretty dark fic (even for me) and at the current moment in time it is hurt/no comfort. I do intend to write a part 2, probably tomorrow, but as of the time I'm typing this author's note I've been writing for around 5+ hours straight and I need to take a break! So please, if you don't want to read all this without the comfort included, feel free to wait for the next part before reading! I'll link it and the end once it's posted.
Content warnings: Kidnapping, confinement, psychological torture, nonconsensual voyeurism (I guess this is the best way to put this; Leo isn't doing anything sexual but it's still violating), mild violence, HEAVY ANGST, Leo just having the shittiest time possible.
I HOPE?? YOU ENJOY??? hahahaha....
btw this is set between S2 and the movie (though tbh its canon compliance is... /waves hand)
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When Leo imagined himself getting captured by some kind of shady, quasi-governmental agency intent on imprisoning mutants, it was never anything like this.
When he let his mind go there, he always pictured that he would be strapped to a table. Maybe muzzled. That scientists would stand over him, scalpels and drills in hand, and start to take him apart. That they'd examine him piece by piece, and wouldn't give him any anesthesia while they did it.
But there is no table, no muzzle, no restraints at all. He's just in a room.
Well, a cell, technically - the steel door is locked, and there are no windows, no furniture but a bare cot in one corner and a lone toilet in another. But it doesn't really look like a cell. It looks like a room.
A very, very white room. White walls. White ceiling. White tiles (with white grout, even). The toilet is white, a roll of white toilet paper on the floor next to it. The only things that aren't white are the cot and the door and Leo himself.
They took his gear and his weapons, because of course they did. Since the door is steel, he already knows he's not breaking it down; he gives it a half-hearted slam anyway, just to say he tried. He should be able to just portal out, except he hasn't learned how to use his portals without his swords to channel his ninpo through, and there's nothing in here with him that he can use to make new ones.
So he's stuck. He's going to have to wait until someone opens that door for some reason. Or, of course, until his family swings by to pick him up. Though, if possible, he'd like to escape before that happens. The image in his mind, of sitting outside his cell and grinning at them as they arrive to rescue him, is too cool to pass up.
He's not sure how long it's been already. He knows that they knocked him out after ambushing him, and he doesn't know how long he was unconscious. The heavy molasses feel of his head and arms when he woke up suggests that he was drugged. It's wearing off now, though, which means he has a clear head to take in the all of nothing that's in the room with him.
He sits on the cot he woke up on and waits for something to happen.
There's no way for him to tell time, but he thinks it's an hour or so later when there's a sudden beep, and then the sound of a metal panel sliding up. It's a slot near the door that has just opened - inside the revealed alcove is a bottle of water.
He comes to it curiously, taking a long look around the bottle. The slot doesn't open straight through, and even if it did, it's not big enough for anything more than his arm or a foot to fit through. He thinks it must function like an airlock, or maybe they slid the bottle down from somewhere above - he feels around just in case, and finds that the slot is enclosed on all sides but his. Probably his airlock theory, then.
As soon as he removes the bottle, the panel slams shut again.
"You're really determined to keep me in here, huh?" he says to whatever hidden cameras are watching him. He carries the water bottle back to his cot, but doesn't open it, instead setting it down on the floor by the wall. The paranoid part of his brain, the one that doesn't miss a trick, is reminding him that drinking the water is probably a bad idea. Who knows what they might have put in it?
He sits on the cot for awhile longer. Still, nothing happens.
"I'm getting pretty bored in here," he says for the audience that must be somewhere. "Come on, you have a one of a kind turtle in here, and you don't even want to talk to me?"
Time passes, slow and quiet. Leo goes through periods where his anxiety spikes and he starts to wonder if he's been abandoned by whoever brought him here, before the boredom eventually numbs the anxiety back out. Another bottle of water is eventually delivered, and this one he keeps in his hands after retrieving it. It's completely unlabeled, not even a "Use by" date printed on the bottle itself, so it doesn't provide much mental stimulation. He spins the bottle to make little whirlpools inside, because it's something to do.
He's trying to make the fastest whirlpool he can when he hears a sudden click, different from the beep of the water bottle hole, and he looks up just in time to see a large section of the wall in front of him turn black, and then light up to show the room beyond his cell.
He jolts, setting the bottle aside. He knew they must be watching him, but somehow he didn't catch that part of the wall was a whole window.
His audience isn't very large - five people, unless there are others he can't see. Two wear lab coats, two wear fatigues... but the one who comes to stand directly in front of the window is wearing a black suit, with steel rimmed glasses. He leans forward, and speaks into a small microphone.
"Inmate 24365," says the suited man. "I am Agent Bishop, of the Earth Protection Force. My subordinates tell me that you can speak and understand the English language. Is this correct?"
"QuĂŠ?" Leo asks.
Bishop does not look amused. "Inmate 24365," he says, "you have two options. You can cooperate with me, answer my questions, and we will make your stay here more comfortable. Do not cooperate, and we will make your stay uncomfortable. Do you understand?"
Leo pretends to hem and haw over this. "How comfortable are we talkin'?"
"I'm sure you would like some dinner."
"You know, I'm not really hungry." He says it to be difficult, but it's actually true - the uncertainty of the situation has put his stomach in too many knots to want to eat anything. "Maybe if you offer me some comic books? Or a TV?
To Bishop's credit, his face doesn't so much as twitch. He keeps his steely eyes locked on Leo. "Answer our questions, and you will receive food. Do you understand?"
Leo stays noncommittal. "What are the questions?"
He's expecting Bishop to ask about his family. He's not expecting what comes next.
"How many gateways are there between New York City and the hidden yokai enclave?" he asks. "How are these gateways accessed? What kind of defensive capabilities do the yokai have?"
Leo keeps the surprise off his face. Bishop thinks he's a yokai.
This is, overall, a good development. Bishop might not know about Leo's family, then, or at least not know that they live on the surface. This means the Earth Protection Force likely isn't pursuing his brothers, which means they will be safe until they can help Leo get out of here.
He doesn't let the relief show through, either. Bishop doesn't know anything, and now Leo just has to ride out the next few hours until the calvary arrives.
"You know," he says, "I think I'm good with my current levels of comfort."
If Bishop is mad or frustrated or dismayed by this choice, he doesn't show it. His expression stays stony as he stares in at Leo, sizing him up.
"Very well," he says after a few more seconds. "I will see you tomorrow, then."
The window goes dark, and then turns stark white to match the walls. Leo wants to go over and tap at it, see if it feels different when he touches it, but knowing that Bishop is surely still there, watching him, keeps him rooted to the cot.
He goes back to making whirlpools with the bottle. If they aren't going to entertain him, he isn't going to entertain them, either.
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Another water bottle comes some time after his talk with Bishop. He finally opens this one and takes a cautious sip. Nothing tastes off or strange, so he drinks more. They don't want to feed him, but they're fine keeping him hydrated. No reason to stay thirsty, then.
He wishes the water calmed the anxiety still roiling in his stomach, but if anything it just makes him feel even more energized. He bounces his foot and surveys his room again, looking for any weak spots or access points. He can't see anything, though, other than the areas where he knows the water bottle hole and window are; even the vents that relentlessly blow cold air into the room are well hidden.
Knowing that there are people standing just outside his cell watching him, like some kind of zoo animal, puts him on edge. The window is so big that he's pretty sure the only blind spots are either directly underneath it or right by the door on the same wall. After debating it, he leaves his cot and sits on the floor underneath the window, surveying the room from a different angle now and still coming up empty. At least they're going to have a harder time staring at him.
His eyes catch on the toilet in the corner, directly across from the window. It's not in the blind spot, and realizing this makes his insides lurch uncomfortably - hopefully he has a chance to bust out before using it becomes necessary.
Though, he's not sure when that chance is going to come. If they have a slot to pass him water, they could use that to pass him food, too, so it's unlikely that anyone is going to open the door unless they need to take him out.
So maybe his fantasy of being outside when his brothers arrive isn't going to happen. Well, that's okay; he'll just be sure to make some other part of their escape totally rad. That will make up for the embarrassment of getting kidnapped a block from Run of the Mill.
(Seriously, some kind of ninja he is, to let a bunch of human soldiers sneak up on him.)
He drains the water bottle, then starts to roll it back and forth across the floor, like a cat batting at a toy. Leo's not sure what's worse right now: the worry or the boredom. There's nothing to look at and no one to talk to, just an empty room with him and his water bottles.
He's too keyed up to sleep, and the fluorescent lights are still on, anyway. He has no way of telling what time it is, so maybe it just isn't that late yet. And even sitting here, in the blind spot, the idea of closing his eyes while people are watching makes unease crawl up his spine. Staying awake is the easy choice. He'll sleep after he's out of here.
So he sits under the window and rolls his bottle back and forth, back and forth, with only the sound of plastic on tile to keep his thoughts company.
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The first three water bottles came pretty regularly, but now there is a very long stretch where nothing is delivered. Leo is starting to think maybe it really is night now. They don't turn off the lights in his cell, though, and he has no controls to do it himself. At least it helps with the whole "staying awake" thing.
Just in case they've decided to suspend his water privileges along with the food, he holds off drinking any more for now.
Speaking of food, his appetite has finally decided to return. His stomach starts to growl at him after several hours (he thinks) of sitting in the floor, an annoying emptiness in his stomach. Knowing there's no food accessible just makes the hunger sharper, but he puts it out of his mind the best he can with nothing else to focus on. He can eat once he's free.
Which should be soon. Seriously, his brothers have to be on their way by now, right?
He's pretty sure it's been the better part of a day, if not a whole day, since he was kidnapped. And, okay, he's willing to give them some leeway; it's understandable if they got a late start. He did storm out of the lair after his latest fight with Raph, and no one ever came to check on him when he did that. Understandably, he thinks, because who wants to be around Bad Mood Leo? Not even Leo wants to be around Bad Mood Leo!
But he'd already turned back into Good Mood Leo by the time he left Hueso's, so surely they knew it had been more than enough time. They would have noticed when he didn't come home. They would have realized something happened. They would be looking for him.
And if they're looking for him, they'll find him! Obviously.
His stomach growls again, and Leo leans his head back against the wall behind him. Maybe he shouldn't think of being at Hueso's. Now he just wants pizza. Pepperoni and mushroom, maybe, or Hawaiian. Mix it up a little with the barbeque chicken.
Another growl. He groans out loud.
He stays awake, twisting and crinkling the empty bottle in his hands, until another full one finally arrives.
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No chance to escape comes before using the toilet is necessary.
He tried to hold out, he really did, but he ended up drinking more water to stave off the growing hunger, and it's lowkey cold in here, which doesn't help. Still, the issue of the window sends an uneasy shiver up his spine, doubting that any people outside will feel the need to turn away and give him some privacy. Maybe he should have gone while he suspected it was nighttime.
(Maybe he shouldn't assume they ever aren't watching him.)
He stands up and walks over to the cot, giving it a light nudge with his foot. In a stroke of luck, it isn't bolted to the floor, and it's light enough that he can lift it. The black mesh it's made of is tightly woven, enough that not much is visible through it. It will have to do.
He picks it up and drags it over in front of the toilet, propping it up on its legs so it makes a small wall between himself and the window. It's hardly ideal, but the semblance of privacy makes him relax somewhat.
(He can't think about how there are surely cameras in the room watching him from all angles, making his attempt at a barrier moot. He knows better than anyone that sometimes pleasant lies are necessary.)
After he does his business, he leaves the cot propped where it is; it's not like he's sleeping on it. There's no sink for him to wash his hands, but he's never been the strictest about it, anyway (much to Donnie's disgust). He returns to his spot under the window, squeezing the water bottle to the rhythm of the first song that comes to mind.
Only two verses and a bridge later, the window above his head turns black, then goes clear. Thinking that Bishop might have been watching him just now makes a cold, slimy feeling roll down his spine. Creepy!
"Inmate 24365," comes Bishop's voice through the unseen speaker. "Stand."
Leo doesn't. He stays right where he is, under the window.
Bishop waits only a few seconds. Then Leo hears him say, "Temperature down two degrees."
He gets up at that, turning and leaning his arm against the window. It strangely doesn't feel like glass, even though it must be. "It's already cold enough in here," he says. He wonders how they can hear him, when he doesn't see a microphone on his side.
"You were told your conditions would only be made comfortable after you answer our questions," Bishop informs him. "The same as before: how many gateways are there between New York City and the hidden yokai enclave? How are these gateways-"
"How about you answer my questions first," Leo interjects. "You keep calling me "inmate," but I haven't been charged with anything. Pretty sure you can't detain me without cause."
"The EPF is authorized to detain non-human inmates for as long as deemed necessary for the security of the United States," says Bishop smoothly. "Probable cause doctrine does not apply in this case."
"That's gotta be unconstitutional."
"The constitution does not recognize the rights of yokai. You have no right to counsel, no right to a speedy trial, and no right to protections from cruel and unusual punishments." Bishop's stare is colder than the temperature in the room. "But I am not an unfair man. Answer my questions, and I will provide you with food and clothing."
Leo tosses a glance over his shoulder. "How about a private bathroom?"
Bishop's expression stays ever in place, unimpressed and stoic. "Food and clothing," he repeats.
Leo gives his head a shake. "Then nope," he says, popping the "p". "I plead the fifth."
"As I have already explained, the Bill of Rights does not apply to you."
"That's such crap." Leo bangs his fist on the window. "You can't just keep me here forever for no reason!"
"I do have reasons." Bishop leans closer to the window, his eyes narrowing. "Let's try a different question. What is your relation to Baron Draxum?"
The surprise is fast and sharp, but Leo just manages to keep it from showing on his face. "Who?" he asks innocently, even as the panic sets into his chest. If they know about Draxum, what else do they know?
"We know you are acquainted with him," says Bishop. "What is the nature of your relationship?"
Leo knows they aren't bluffing - why would they bring up that very specific name otherwise? There's no lie he can tell that won't reveal something.
So he doesn't say anything. Instead, he turns his back to the window and sits down, staring resolutely at the opposite wall.
Bishop clicks his tongue. "Very well," he says. "I am a patient man. I can wait." Then, more muffled, like he's facing away from the microphone, Leo hears him say, "Temperature down two degrees."
The window goes dark, then turns back to white. Leo doesn't move for a long time.
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The third water bottle arrives, so he guesses that's the end of day two.
He's shaking as he gets up to retrieve it, adding it to his growing water bottle hoard. He's gone through three and a half by now, but he's trying not to drink them too fast.
As promised, no food is delivered, and his stomach growls and rumbles in protest. The water helps, but only slightly. He needs to eat.
He also needs to sleep.
The panicked adrenaline spikes that have kept him awake this long are starting to die down, with more and more long stretches of exhaustion between them. The shaking is near constant, bringing with it the weird jittery feeling he gets when his insomnia gets particularly bad.
The window is still unnerving him. The idea of sleeping while they're watching him feels staggeringly unsafe.
But he doesn't think he can hold out now until his family gets here. Sure, they're probably getting close (they have to be getting close), but they're sure taking their sweet time. And he's just so tired.
After a long internal debate, he lays down on the cold tile floor. It's not at all comfortable, but somehow he doubts the cot would be any better. Besides, even if he moves the cot under the window, he thinks it would be easier to see him if he uses it. So on the floor it is.
He presses as close to the wall as he can, curling up into a ball for warmth. He wishes he had a blanket.
He wishes he was home.
He squeezes his eyes shut tight and forces back the sudden wave of overwhelming homesickness. There's no reason to feel this way. It's only been two days! What is he, a baby?
It's fine. It's all fine. They're definitely on his trail now. Raph is leading the team. Donnie is using some kind of invention to blah blah blah nerd stuff. Mikey is razzing his tazz. April is using her investigative journalism skills to find clues.
They're on their way. He just has to hold out a little longer. He can do this.
He sleeps, and in his dreams, something grabs him tight and drags him down and down and down where he can't escape.
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The same routine plays out over the next two days.
Leo gets two water bottles delivered, spaced, if he had to guess, about five hours apart. Bishop comes to visit him some time after the second bottle. Leo refuses to answer his questions. Bishop turns the temperature down and then leaves. A few hours later his last water bottle comes. Then nothing for the whole night.
They still don't turn off his lights, but exhaustion is starting to win over the brightness.
More than a few times, Leo tries to summon a portal on his own, without his swords. If his family is going to take their sweet time in coming, he might as well try to help them out. He tries to summon his ninpo (without glowing), tries to feel the tug inside of him that he always does when he teleports, tries to envision the place he wants to go and tunnel through space to get there.
Nothing. Always nothing.
(Donnie can make his constructs independent of his bo staff. Raph can send his projections away from his sai. Mikey's learning to use mystic powers without his nunchucks. So why does Leo need his katana? Why is he the only one this useless?)
It probably doesn't help that he's so damn hungry. It's a constant companion now, a low and hollow ache that chooses inconvenient times to turn into white hot stabs of urgency, into seizing cramps that steal his breath. The water only helps so much - it keeps him alive but doesn't satisfy, doesn't soothe. In some ways it just makes the feeling worse.
And he's always shaking, too, but he doesn't know if that's the hunger or the cold.
Maybe the cold wouldn't bother him so much if it were at least still. But the vents blow fresh air inside relentlessly, and no matter where he goes he can't seem to get out of the direct stream. The cold wind batters his tired body, and there's places his skin is starting to turn dry and flaky. His nose won't stop running, and he's allowed himself a small section of his one roll of toilet paper to blow it, already stiff and congealed and disgusting.
It's miserable.
And there's still nothing to do.
He stacks a pyramid out of his empty water bottles, knocks it down, then stacks it up again. He tries to come up with some new and exciting ways to demolish it, but it's only new and exciting for so long.
He spends a few hours of day three singing karaoke as obnoxiously as possible. He hopes everyone outside enjoys the performance.
He recounts every issue of Jupiter Jim he knows to himself, then the plot of every movie. Then he goes through Lou Jitsu films, then anything else he can think of. That eats up a good chunk of day four.
By the time he gets his first water bottle of day five, he's out of ideas to entertain himself. He's never been good at this. He doesn't know how introverts like Donnie can go multiple days without talking to someone.
But when Bishop comes back with his daily offer of conversation, Leo once again impolitely declines.
-----
Something new happens on night five.
It's been a long time since the last water bottle. Leo has been trying to sleep, but it's not coming easy; he's exhausted, but the floor is so cold and he's so sore from staying on it night after night. Not to mention, his nightmares have been getting worse, and he isn't eager to return to them.
Add on the hunger, and sleep is elusive.
Suddenly, there's the telltale shadow of the window above him turning dark - this time, though, it doesn't light up as much as normal. Confused and curious, Leo sits up and takes a peek.
The room beyond is dim, only the glow of a green EXIT sign and a small desk lamp lighting the space. But it's enough for Leo to see a man standing there, looking inside. It's not Bishop - in fact, he doesn't recognize this person at all. They're wearing fatigues, but it's not anyone he's seen in the room during Bishop's normal interrogations.
The man catches sight of Leo, and the grinning leer on his face makes Leo regret looking.
He beckons for Leo to stand up. Warily, Leo does, unable to help but keep his arms folded tight over his chest. Not for the first time, he wishes he had some clothes - his gear, at the very least. Anything to not feel quite so exposed.
The man reaches down and picks something up, holding it aloft for Leo's inspection. "Want a sandwich?" he asks into the microphone.
The sandwich looks like white bread and bologna. No cheese, no other toppings that Leo can spot. Maybe some mustard, if anything. Overall, the most boring possible sandwich he could have been offered.
Leo's mouth is watering.
He has to swallow hard before answering. He doesn't trust this. Even if his stomach is slamming up and down at the promise of food, food, food.
"I'm not hungry," he lies.
The man laughs. It's not a kind sound. "Sure you ain't," he says. "You spend every night curled up on the floor like the dumb animal you are. Can you even eat this?" He waves the sandwich for emphasis.
Leo doesn't answer. He takes a step back from the window, like that will put any kind of distance between them. Like that will save him.
The man watches him with a sleezy grin. He waves the sandwich again.
"You want this," he says.
Leo shakes his head.
"You really sure?"
Leo shudders. Stands tall. Nods.
The man watches him for a long, long moment. Leo fights the urge to hide.
Finally, with a shrug, the man says, "Suit yourself."
Then he starts eating the sandwich. Right where Leo can watch.
Leo's stomach growls, loud and angry in his ears, and he has to physically hold himself back from crumpling.
After several bites, the man suddenly reaches out and taps the window, indicating the cot stood up in front of the toilet.
"That," he says, giving another tap for emphasis, "doesn't do shit."
Leo wants to crawl out of his own skin.
The need to hide is suddenly too great. He rushes to the cot, grabbing it and dragging it back to the blind spot under the window. He sets it down on all four legs, so it's as close to the floor as possible.
Then he lies down on his belly and wriggles underneath. It's a tight squeeze, and the cot ends up pushed up by his shell, suspended in the air, but he doesn't care.
He curls up in his pleasant lie of privacy and bites his hand to keep from screaming himself hoarse.
After an eternity, the window above him turns white again. It doesn't matter. Leo knows he's still there. Still watching.
-----
"You look tired," Bishop greets him. Leo answers with a dead-eyed stare.
"I keep telling you, if you want your conditions to improve, all you have to do is answer my questions."
Leo says nothing. He just stares, arms wrapped tight around himself to try and keep his body heat in.
"How many gateways are there between New York City and the hidden yokai enclave? How are these gateways accessed?"
For a moment, Leo considers just... telling him.
His family doesn't live in the Hidden City. The yokai have never exactly greeted them with open arms. What does he care if these military guys go after them? At least then, maybe he can finally eat something.
That's not what a hero does, Leo! echoes Mind Raph disapprovingly. Innocent people will get hurt!
Right. He's a hero. And heroes don't give into the demands of shitty guys like Bishop.
Leo swallows hard. "No comment."
Bishop's face changes ever so slightly: his brow creases. Leo wonders if that's good or bad for him.
"You understand that Baron Draxum is a known threat, don't you?" he asks. "We are aware of his plans to commit mass murder on the human population. We also know that he has been dormant for some time, and we need information on what he is planning."
Leo thinks of Barry's ambitions to be recognized as the best lunchperson in all of America and can't help but laugh. It comes out cracked and wheezing.
Bishop's furrow gets deeper. "Do you think this is funny?"
"Little bit," says Leo.
Bishop has a chasm to rival Raph's now. Leo knows he shouldn't, but he grins. It's his one moment of triumph - only he can be this aggravating.
And then Bishop says, "Temperature down seven degrees," and that wipes the smile right off Leo's face.
-----
The plastic of the water bottles is soft and pliable and feels weirdly good under Leo's teeth.
He chews the top of the bottle, gnawing at it until it's completely flattened out, pockmarked with little tiny indents from his incisors. It's not eating - it won't fill his belly or ease the persistent hunger pains. But something about the motion is soothing. The place-bo effect.
Pla-ce-bo, corrects Donnie's voice in his mind, sounding testy.
Where are you? Leo thinks back.
There's no answer.
He's gnawed his way through four water bottles. There's eighteen in total now, two and a half still full of water. He thought about using one to wash up a bit, but decided against it in the end. He knows he stinks, but the last thing he wants right now is to be wet. Not when he's starting to see his breath.
Oh well. It's not like he has anywhere to be.
He turns his attentions to the lids next. These are harder and thus tougher to chew. Still, if Leo uses his molars, he can eventually crack the lip, and then bend the plastic in and in, chewing until he ends up with a flat disc.
It's just small enough that Leo could swallow it, if he wanted to.
He thinks he remembers watching some kind of wildlife documentary. Or maybe he didn't watch it himself, but Mikey told him about it. Or maybe April? He doesn't know. His thoughts swim in and out and get lost on the way.
Point is. Sea turtles in the wild die all the time because of plastic in the water. They cut open their stomachs and find trash inside.
Well, Leo is a turtle in captivity. Maybe that means he's immune. Maybe he could swallow this plastic lid, and then he'd finally feel full and the pain pain pain of his empty stomach would go away.
He does not swallow the plastic lid. But it's more tempting than he'd like to admit.
It's going to be okay. When his family gets him out of here, they'll have a big pizza to celebrate. Maybe he can even talk them into letting him have the last slice.
It has to be any moment now, right? It's been a week. They have to be closing in. Any moment now, the door will open, and there they'll be to take him home.
The air conditioning blows relentlessly against his skin. He sneezes, then rubs the snot on his arm. He's given up on the tissue paper.
It'll be over soon. It has to be. Just hang in there, Leon, just a little longer.
He picks up another bottle and starts chewing.
-----
He's playing a mindless little game with his flattened bottle lids the next time Bishop comes.
"I'm surprised you still have any energy at all," says Bishop, and Leo wants to punch him.
(Really, he wants to do more than that. But those kinds of thoughts always make him feel weird and bad, so he pushes them away.)
"You should have learned by now," he says, pushing to his feet and trying not to show how badly he's trembling, "you can't keep me down."
"This is all unnecessary," says Bishop. "I'll feed you as soon as you answer my questions."
Leo barks out a laugh. "Sure you will."
"I will," says Bishop. He turns and says over his shoulder, "Bring it here."
One of the men in fatigues steps forward and hands a tray with a covered plate over to Bishop. Bishop uncovers the tray and holds it where Leo can see.
Baked chicken, broccoli with cheese, mashed potatoes.
Leo's stomach twists and cramps so painfully he has to bend at the hips and clutch his midriff.
"This is yours, as soon as you answer my questions."
Leo pointedly keeps from looking at the food. He shakes his head. He can't. He can't.
"Such persistence." Bishop's voice is scolding now. "You understand that you are a known accomplice to a terrorist, don't you? But if you become a cooperating witness, you will be granted some leniency."
Leo barks a laugh, lifting his eyes to look at Bishop's face, and pointedly not the food. "What's the point?" he asks. "If I'm not... protected by the constitution, or whatever. Are you going to let me go?"
"No," says Bishop. "But as I have told you, your conditions will become more comfortable." He waves the tray of food.
Leo stares at him, before a manic smile splits his face.
"You... stupid bastard. I can't even answer your questions." He slams a shaking hand against his plastron. "I'm not even a yokai! Do you get that? I'm not a yokai!"
Bishop looks skeptical. "Obviously you are."
"I'm not!" Leo rages. "I'm a mutant! I'm from New York! I don't even live in the Hidden City!"
Bishop's eyes flash. "I see," he says, "so you do know of it."
Leo falters, his body going slack.
What an obvious, stupid mistake.
(Some face-man he is.)
It takes Leo a long moment to answer. Bishop stays right where he is, holding the food so tantalizingly close and yet still out of reach.
"...I don't know about the gateways," he says finally. "I don't know about their defensive capabilities. I don't know what Baron Draxum is planning."
"Your lies are obvious," says Bishop. "You really don't want this? It's your last chance today."
Leo stares at the food. His mouth is watering so hard it might start to drip. Would it really be so bad to answer? They don't live in the Hidden City. And Draxum dropped him off a roof.
Draxum is trying to change, says Mind Raph. You see what these guys are like. You can't turn the yokai over to them. They'll hurt them!
What about me? he asks. Is it okay if I get hurt?
You're a hero, Leo, says Mind Raph. You can deal with it for a little longer. It's just a room. Just a little cold. Just some hunger.
He's a hero. He can deal with it. He can. He can.
He'll make them proud. Show them they can trust him.
It takes everything he has, but he shakes his head.
Bishop tuts. Then he throws the entire plate in the trash.
"Tomorrow, then," he says. Then the window is gone.
Leo collapses on his cot and tries not to cry.
-----
After his third water bottle on day eight, one of the fluorescent lights over his head flickers and then dies out.
It's not surprising, since they keep them running twenty-four seven. The blessedly dimmed lighting is actually nice, for once. Leo thinks maybe he could get some sleep, if the gnawing hunger and the constant shivers don't keep him awake.
He's just closed his eyes and snuggled up under his cot when it occurs to him: they may come in to fix it. If keeping the lights on day and night is part of their plan to torture him, to keep him exhausted and anxious and on edge, then they have to.
Which means his chance is finally here.
He has to be careful about this. He has to be ready to move, but he can't let them know he's ready to move. He has to let them think he's too weak, too exhausted, to make an escape attempt.
(He can't let himself think that, though. He can't give up before he tries.)
So he stays under his cot, but subtly shifts it so it won't restrict his movement. He has to be ready to burst out as soon as he gets a chance. Get past whoever comes in, then get out the door. It's after the last water bottle, so it's nighttime. There will be fewer people. He can do this. He can do this.
Find his swords. Make a portal. Get out.
Just as he was thinking, after a long time has passed, there is a loud warning beep, different from the water bottle beep. An automated voice says from somewhere unseen, "Inmates clear the door. Security personnel entering. Stay still and you will not be harmed."
Then the door slides open, and someone comes in.
It's a man wearing fatigues. Leo thinks this is the one who "offered" him a sandwich the other day. He's holding some kind of gun with a long barrel. He does a sweep of the room with his eyes, coming to rest on Leo under his cot. He gives Leo the same leering grin, and waves the barrel of the gun in his direction.
"Now you behave, and we'll get along just fine," he says.
He steps to the side, and another man enters, this one wearing the kind of jumpsuit Leo sees janitors in on TV. He's carrying a stepladder in one hand and a long tube in the other. Is that what fluorescent lights look like? Leo didn't know.
The man walks to the middle of the room and sets up his stepladder. Then he walks up and pulls off the light casing. When he unhooks the old bulb, it causes the other bulb to flicker, just for a few moments.
Leo explodes out from under the cot, grabbing the man in fatigues by the legs and yanking as hard as he can. The man yelps in surprise, and Leo hears the sound of the gun going off in a random direction. The janitor shouts and drops the light bulb - the sound of shattering glass joins the cacophony.
Leo jumps to his feet and runs out the door they had been too stupid to close, sprinting toward the EXIT sign. He's exhausted and shaky but he's coursing with adrenaline, and he leans on it hard to keep him moving. Don't stop, don't stop, get out of here. He'll figure out what to do next once he's free.
Past the exit sign there's a large open room with desks and computer monitors. Most of them are off, but one lingering woman in a lab coat, seated at her desk, screams when she sees Leo dash through the middle of the office space.
"Security!" she screams into a device on her chest. "Inmate is escaping! Inmate is escaping!"
Leo doesn't have time to shut her up, he just keeps moving. He pushes through the next door and arrives in a hallway; he only has time to glance one way and then the other before scrambling to the left, hoping it was a good choice.
He rounds a corner and sees another green EXIT sign up ahead. It's not where he meant to go - he meant to find where they're keeping his swords first. But he hears shouting behind him and doesn't stop. Fine, so no portals - he'll figure out something else once he's away from here.
He throws himself forward into the exit door, which leads him into yet another hallway. Another long sprint, with shouting and slamming doors at his heels, and then finally, finally, a third EXIT sign, and he crashes outside.
Where there's snow on the ground, snow on the trees.
It steals his breath away. There shouldn't be snow. It's May.
Where is he?
He takes a breath of air so cold it seizes his lungs, then takes a step forward. He'll worry about that-
BANG!
A piercing pain in his shoulder nearly sends him toppling over. Leo shouts, grasping for the wound and feeling something sticking out of his skin. He grabs it and yanks, pulling it free.
It's a dart.
Damn it, he thinks, before his vision goes woozy, and he collapses into the snow.
-----
"Are you proud of your little escape attempt?" comes Bishop's voice.
Leo looks up from his cot. Bishop has to get so close to the window to see him that his nose is pressed flat against it. It should be hilarious, but Leo doesn't really have the energy to laugh. Or to do much of anything.
He's hungry. He's tired. He's cold. He's still sluggish from the drugs.
And they threw away all his water bottles. Fuckers.
Leo rolls over on the cot and covers his ears.
"What a childish response," says Bishop, and that's funny, too, because Leo literally is a child. Or a teenager, anyway. He doesn't feel like it will help him much to point that out, though.
"All you have to do is answer my questions, and all this will be fixed."
That's the funniest thing of all. The idea that he spills his guts and Bishop treats him to a five course meal to make up for all the pain up till now. Hilarious.
He says nothing.
Bishop sighs.
"You are likely still affected by the tranquilizing agent. I'll return tomorrow."
Before he leaves, he says, "Temperature down five degrees."
-----
The same man is back that night. He opens the window and looks down at Leo with the same leering smile. Leo can't even take satisfaction in the bandage on the side of his head.
"Neat little trick you had yesterday," he says. "Almost got me fired."
Leo wishes it had gotten him fired. But he clearly has no luck in this situation.
"You know, I respect the attempt. And you probably would have gotten farther with a little food in your belly." The man reaches down, then retrieves a sandwich, as mouth-wateringly unappetizing as the last time. "You sure you don't want this?"
And Leo knows he shouldn't trust this guy. Leo knows he should say no.
But he's just...
so...
hungry.
So he gets up. And he turns to the window. On shaking limbs that can barely hold him upright anymore. With a body that is laced with pain and aches and cramps.
And he nods.
The man's smile gets wider. "What do you say?" he asks, in the sing-song tone of a parent scolding a child.
It makes a sick nausea rise in Leo's throat. But he wants the sandwich.
"Please," he gasps out.
"Mmm... not good enough." The man waves the sandwich. "You want this? You beg for it."
Leo stares, eyes wide. But the sandwich... the sandwich...
He gets down on his knees. Feels a searing flush of humiliation. His stomach is rolling and gurgling and cramping with pain, a hollow, empty chasm inside him desperate to be filled.
He lowers his head.
"Please," he says. "I... I want the sandwich. I'm... begging you, please."
The man laughs, loud and long. When Leo finally finds it in him to raise his eyes, the sandwich is already half eaten.
"Hey, good job," says the man, licking a bit of mustard off his thumb. "That was real convincin'."
And then he takes another bite.
Just like that, Leo forgets about the pain, the aches, the cold, the hunger. All that's left is pure, white hot, screaming rage.
Leo lunges at the window and slams his fist into it so hard it cracks. Not enough to break the glass. Not enough to free him. But enough that the man startles and steps back.
And Leo starts to laugh. High and manic and unhinged even to his own ears.
"I'll kill you," he says, and his voice sounds almost joking, and yet- "I'll kill you. You're dead. You're dead, as soon as I get out of here, you're dead, I'll kill you, I'LL KILL YOU!"
The man has dropped the rest of his sandwich. He fumbles for his gun, left somewhere on a table to the side. For one satisfying moment, Leo sees a flash of genuine fear on the man's face.
"Shit," he says, his voice far away the further he gets from the microphone. "Pretty scary, frogboy."
Then he slams a button, and the window goes black, and Leo gets a glimpse of his own reflection.
His face is gaunt and drawn. His eyes are ringed by deep circles, so dark they look like bruises. His body is shaking like a leaf.
And his stripes...
His stripes are lit up like when he uses his ninpo, but they aren't their usual Neon Leon bright.
They're almost black.
Leo gasps and stumbles back just as the window goes white. The full body quakes he feels now aren't from the cold or the hunger or the exhaustion.
He turns and sinks onto the cot. Puts his face in his hands and tries to breathe. Tries to will his ninpo to stop rolling and snapping and to go back to normal.
This isn't what he wants. This isn't him.
This place is breaking him. He's letting it break him.
He pulls his legs up onto the cot and buries his face in his knees. Wraps his arms around them and rocks gently, the way Donnie used to do when things got overwhelming. Maybe he understands that better, now.
This isn't him. He's Leonardo, Neon Leon, the face-man, the jokester! The one who's always ready with a quip and a laugh. The one who can do anything!
Except portal out of his room. Except escape from this building. Except resist begging for a sandwich like he's a dog.
Leo's breath hitches, and for once he doesn't stop himself. He knows the guy outside is probably watching. He knows there are cameras recording this. He hates giving them the satisfaction.
But he's tired, and hungry, and he...
He wants to go home.
He cries, silently, until he's completely rung out.
-----
Maybe they aren't coming.
That's the thought that pops into his head, just a bit after the first water bottle of the day.
He knew they would have gotten a late start, because he stormed out. And he knew it would take them awhile to figure out who took him - he hadn't heard of the EPF before, so why would they? And he knew it would take them time to figure out where he had been taken, which must have been pretty far out if it's snowing outside. But the EPF got him here within a night, he's pretty sure, so unless they have a super fast jet, he must still be on the continent somewhere.
So... so surely they must have figured it out by now, right? Raph is leading the team. Donnie is doing science things. Mikey is razzing his tazz. April is using her investigative skills.
Unless they aren't coming.
Maybe... maybe it's true. Why would they want him back, after all? Leo took Raph's leader position, and since then all he'd managed to do was piss Raph off. Mikey and Donnie hadn't been happy about it, either, and he'd noticed that they'd been avoiding him more and more. April claimed she wasn't taking sides, but she always seemed to be on Raph's anyway. And Dad... well, he was probably disappointed that he made Leo leader only for him to do nothing and then get himself kidnapped.
He doesn't bring anything to the team. He doesn't bring anything to the family. And no one likes his jokes.
So. Maybe they just... aren't looking. Maybe they aren't going to come.
Maybe he's held out this long for no reason. Maybe he's been cold and starving for no reason at all.
Maybe it's time to give up.
---
Don't give up, says a new voice in his head.
You are not alone.
-----
He has no energy left to stand when Bishop comes. The man looks down at him, lips pressed into a thin line.
"You don't look well," he observes.
No shit, Leo wants to say.
"This has gone on long enough. Answer my questions, and we will provide you with food, clothing, and medical care."
The list is getting longer. Leo's fuzzy eyes stare up at Bishop. Medical care. Does he need that?
"You already know what I want to know." Bishop has a furrow between his eyebrows now. "Will you talk to me?"
He could. He could do it. He could finally have some relief from all the pain. All the hunger. All the cold.
But they might hurt the yokai in the Hidden City.
They might hurt Draxum.
They might hurt his family.
And maybe, if nothing else... if Leo could just keep his mouth shut, just this once...
Maybe that would finally make Raph, Dad, and everyone proud of him.
Maybe they'd finally trust him.
Maybe, at least, he can have that much.
Leo shakes his head.
Bishop scowls.
"Temperature down ten degrees."
-----
Leo isn't shivering anymore. That's probably a bad sign.
He can still see his breath, each time he exhales. It rises like smoke, before disappearing into the air.
He doesn't have any energy left, not even to chew on his new water bottles. He hasn't even collected the last two, and they sit crowded together in the slot, untouched.
He kind of wishes they had just dissected him from the beginning. It would have been faster. Freezing to death, he's decided, is a real zero out of ten. Starving to death isn't any better. No stars.
Even though the damn lights are still on, he feels extremely sleepy. It's probably the cold. He wonders what will happen if he brumates. He's never done it before, not like his little cousins, and he has no idea if it's even safe.
Probably not, given he has no calorie reserves left. All it means is he won't be drinking water, either.
But he's so sleepy.
It's going to be time soon for Bishop to come back. Leo doesn't know what the point is anymore. Maybe he'll just sleep through it. Yeah, that would really make him mad. And making Bishop mad is all he has at this point.
And he'll get to sleep. It's a win-win.
So thinking, Leo rolls himself over onto his belly. Then, one by one, he pulls his limbs into his shell.
He doesn't do this much anymore, not since he started growing. His body just doesn't seem to fit his shell like it should - a side effect of the mutation, probably. It's not really comfortable to be inside for long.
But Leo is sleepy. And his shell feels like the best place to be.
So he pulls in his legs, then his arms, and then, finally, his head.
It's not any warmer in here. But at least it's dark.
At least he's not shivering.
Leo sighs, content, and closes his eyes, and drifts to sleep.
-----
(Outside his cell, there's a bang, and shouting, and a gunshot.
The sound is muffled, and Leo sleeps on.)
-----
Part 1 (here) | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Part A |
#rottmnt#rise leo#agent bishop#cw: psychological torture#dandy fanfiction#I want it to be clear that any time Leo is hearing âMind Raphâ#that's just his own inner voice manifesting#please don't be mad at Raph himself lol
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Younger!Captain John Price x Reader
Summary: Price just got promoted to captain, and then inadvertently discovers he really likes it when you call him by his new title. Like, he really likes it. How do we celebrate this new promotion and self discovery?? By fucking in an elevator of course! Warnings: SMUT!! So much fucking smut. Established relationship. P in V. Oral (male receiving). Fingering (female receiving). Fucking in an elevator ?? Listen this is just so fucking filthy. Porn with some plot. But also of course I had to end it with fluff because I donât know when to stop. I donât fucking know how elevators work. We go with it.Â
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âI knew youâd look good in these new dress blues,â you smirked, brushing off invisible lint from Johnâs jacket with your spare hand as you admired the glint of the many medals and honorifics that decorated your husbandâs chestâincluding the three shiny gold stars that represented his new rank. Your other hand held a pair of high heels as uncomfortable as they were stunning and you had rid your aching feet of the offending items as soon as you and John were in the relative privacy of the elevator, heading up to your hotel suite. The swanky hotel was a little surprise of yours to John, knowing he wouldnât want to travel all the way back home after a long day of ceremony and celebration.
You and John had just left the ceremony honoring his latest promotion to Captain. It was a night full of pride, honor, and maybe just a few too many glasses of wine post-ceremony, if you were being honest.Â
âI was under the impression you thought I look good in everything,â John drawled, his lips twitching upwards, a hint of a smile gracing his face.Â
âOh is that soâŚCaptain Price,â you playfully quipped and watched as Johnâs lips curved upwards even more, a slight flush creeping up his neck.Â
You opened your mouth to comment again on his new rank, enjoying the momentary power tripâit wasnât often you could incite this kind of reaction from your lover, when a soft ding warned you that the elevator had reached your floor. You smothered your frown, taking a step off the elevator before stumbling over the silken hem of your gown. A strong hand gripped your elbow to steady you, another reaching around to rest firmly on your waist. Before you could attempt another step, a force abruptly pulled you backwards, your back pressing against Johnâs muscled torso. His warm breath caressed your neck as he dipped his head low. âSay it again,â he all but growled, his lips ghosting your neck in a way that sent heat straight to your core. You couldnât help the slight arch of your back in response, noting with pure satisfaction the reaction you were garnering from John. You could feel his hardened arousal through the pristine dress slacks, and your cunt clenched in response.Â
âWell now, love, hereâs the thing,â you tease, pressing your backside against his hardened member and relishing Johnâs sharp intake of breath in response. âIÂ donât take orders from you.â You felt the rumble deep in his chest as he took the bait, his fingers all but slamming the keypad to shut the doors to the elevator. Confusion flitted across your face, but John didnât even hesitate as he forcefully pressed the bright red stop button to halt the elevator completely.
A brief alarm sounded, followed by a robotic voice that was no doubt meant to sound soothing as it reassured passengers that the elevator had been stopped and help would be arriving soon. Understanding began to dawn as John released his hold on you, and you turned to see his familiar blue eyes peering down at you, ravenous.Â
âIf you donât take orders from me,â Johnâs voice was low and steady, a hint of that tameless lust just under the surface. âThen please, do tell me, who do you take orders from?â He took a step closer, towering above you with a piercing glare. Reflexively, you took a step back. Well, tried toâthe elevator door pressed up against you, and you werenât sure if it was the sudden coolness of the metal or the heat of your husband's gaze that caused the shiver that shot up your spine.Â
âWell, that would beâŚâ you swallowed hard, wracking your brain for a name, any name. âUmm,â you attempted to buy yourself time, but you felt as though every coherent thought youâd ever had eddied out of your mind, a ravenous need overtaking your entire body. All you could think about is John and how damned good he looked in that fucking uniform. As if reminding yourself, your eyes trailed downward, soaking in every last detail of his new dress uniform. Your gaze stopped short upon seeing the evident outline of his arousal and you instinctively bit down on your bottom lip to conceal your moan.Â
John took another step to you, quickly closing the small distance between you two. You felt his firm grip on your chin, forcing your head to tilt up and meet his gaze. Passion burned in his eyes and you felt the last of your resolve melting away. Fuck being witty right now, you thought to yourself, I need this. As if he read your mind, Johnâs lips crashed against yours and your entire body ignited with need. Your fingers tangled in his hair and every inch of your body pressed up against him. Johnâs hands gracefully slid down your hips, cupping the upper back of your thighs. You took the sign for what it was, giving a little jump as he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He didnât even break the kiss, just pressed your back against the doors of the elevator, grinding his erection into your core. The friction was practically electric and you couldnât help the moan that escaped your lips as you break the kiss. You leaned your head against the steel frame and Johnâs lips moved to your newly exposed neck, sucking and nipping the sensitive flesh. He took the thin strap of your gown between his teeth and before you could so much as utter a warning, he ripped it straight from the gown. Without its integral support, the delicate satin of the bust fell down, exposing one of your breasts.Â
âGod damn it, John, that was expensive,â you chastised halfheartedly, your chest rapidly rising and falling as he once again ground into you. As if in apology, John peppered kisses across your exposed breast before taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Your complaints died in your throat as your body became alight with pleasure. As he continued his ministrations, he pinned you against the wall with his body, freeing one hand to gently slide your remaining strap down your arm, exposing the other breast in a manner completely opposite to its torn counterpart. John switched his attention to the other breast, gingerly taking your other nipple into his mouth. He took a moment to adjust your position against the elevator, one hand cupping your ass as the other hand slid between your bodies. For the second time that night you heard Johnâs sharp intake of breath as he brushed your bare self.Â
âAre you really telling me you didnât wear underwear to such a formal event?â he breathed out, barely concealing his moan at finding you bare and ready for him. âFor fuckâs sake,â he breathed out, âyou are so wet for me.â
You couldnât help but let out a slight breathy laugh. âI told you I like the uniform,â you panted before your sassy remarks were replaced by cries of pleasure as two of Johnâs fingers plunged into your aching cunt.Â
His name fell from your lips like a prayer.Â
John. John. John.Â
Your body was lost in the passion, his lips on your breasts, his fingers curling towards himself, hitting that spot that makes you see fucking stars. Heâs relentless, devouring youâmind, body, and soul. Before you knew it, you were on the brink of pure bliss. âJohn,â you gasped, âIâm going to come,â you warned, though you knew it wasnât necessary. Knowing your husband and all your years together, he knows exactly when youâre on the edge just as well as he knows exactly how to pleasure you to get you there. He is as in tune with your moans and sighs of pleasure as he is with his own heartbeat.Â
His fingers picked up the pace, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. âCome for me, my love,â John purred in your ear, and the low timbre of his voice combined with the heat of his words had you tumbling over the edge of pleasure, his name on your lips as stars crossed your vision.Â
You slowly drifted back to reality as John pressed soft kisses across your chest, trailing up your neck and back to your lips. He set you down on shaky legs, supporting you with his strong grip.Â
Having finally caught your breath, you took a second to take stock of the sight before you: Johnâs dark hair, once perfectly styled, now a mess, the ironed jacket now crumpled and partially undone, and worse of all, those brand new dress pants now clearly soaked through with a mix of his precum and your juices. The sight had your mouth watering. You fell to your knees before the captain, hands reaching up to unfasten his belt. It fell to the floor with a satisfying clank, but you didnât even flinch.Your tongue darted out to wet your bottom lip as you oh-so-slowly began to free John's cock.Â
A low hiss escaped Johnâs lips as you took his bulging member into your hand. Your hand glided across the surface, eyes drinking in the veritable feast before you. No matter how many times you had been with John, his size always took you by surprise. The length, the girth, the thick vein that ran along the underside. Sliding back the uncut skin, your attention shifted to the deep red head, your thumb swiping a bead of precum from the tip. Johnâs gasp only encouraged you to lean forward and take the tip into your mouth, his fingers instantly tangling in your hair. Your mouth slid down his length, struggling to take as much of him in as you could. You used your hand to take whatever couldnât fit in your mouth, and your mouth and hand worked in tandem to pleasure him. Johnâs quiet moans and growls of pleasure only spurred you on, and you worked to take more of him in your mouth. Only once the head of his cock hit the back of your throat did you stop, looking up at him with tears in your eyes, mascara trailing down your cheek. His loving gaze peered down at you, his lips ajar as he panted with need.Â
The sight of you, on your knees before him, looking up at him from under your dark lashes, his cock resting in your mouthâit almost sent him over the edge. It took everything he had to pull himself out of your mouth. You sat on your knees, looking up at him as he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to steady himself. A brief moment of uncertainty flashed across your face, âWas itâŚnot good forâŚâ you trailed off, slightly confused why he stopped you. You werenât one to brag, but you certainly hadnât had any complaints before. Before you could even finish the sentence, John pressed a finger to your lips. âYouâre perfect,â he breathed out. âI wasnât going to last like that,â he finished, a small smile at the edge of his lips as he helped lift you to your feet. âAnd Iâm not done with you,â he growled as his lips crashed against yours once more, but this time there was even more urgency in his kiss. He pressed your back against the elevator wall, sliding the skirt of your dress up your hips so he could lift you up again. Your legs wrapped around his waist, causing his throbbing member to brush up against your soaking wet cunt. Biting back a groan, John repositioned his hips to line up with your entrance. With a growl, he slid home, your earlier orgasm helping his cock slide in with ease. You can feel and hear the groan deep in Johnâs throat as he bottoms out, the head of his cock brushing against your cervix.Â
Johnâs forehead dipped to touch yours, his unsteady breathing matching yours. His hips froze as he waited for you to adjust. You waited a few beats, relishing the delicious stretch, before you gave a nod of approval. Supporting you with his hands, he pulled out, all the way to the tip, before slamming home. Your head fell back to the cool metal wall as you gasped in pleasure. John continued the action, hips colliding with yours, every thrust sending a wave of pleasure through you. Your moans got louder, joining in the symphony of your bodies slapping against one another, the soft beat of your body against the wall of the elevator as John railed into you.Â
It was too much. Every thrust pushed you closer to the edge, and you didnât think you could take much more. âYes,â you cred out, âYes, Fuck me, Captain,â you pant out, extra emphasis placed on his title. Johnâs hips stuttered at hearing that word on your lips once more . With a growl he slammed into you even harder. âAgain,â his voice so low it sent a shiver straight to your cunt.Â
âPlease,â you begged, as his hips piston in and out of you with abandon, veritably nailing you to the wall with his cock. He hit that delicious spot deep within you and every thrust pulled you closer and closer to bliss. âCaptain,â you cried out before biting Johnâs shoulder as your orgasm crests, washing over you in endless waves of pleasure. You bit down harder than intended, but you donât have time to regret it, not as John loses all semblance of control, thrusting into you with abandon. He thrust into you once, twice, and a final time as he came with a grunt of pleasure and his hips stuttered as he flooded you with his come.Â
Your breaths were ragged, foreheads pressed against each other, feeling every twitch of his cock deep inside you. After a few beats, John withdrew, gently lowering you to the ground on legs that felt less than stable. He made sure to tuck himself back into his uniform and adjust the remaining strap on your dress. You kept your grip on him, balancing yourself, as you felt his hot seed start to drip down your leg. An attempted step forward proved to be too much in your addled state, your leg threatening collapse as soon as you tried to step away from John. Without a word, John scooped you up into his arms, just like on your wedding night, before pressing a series of buttons on the elevator keypad. The elevator gave a small jolt back to life, and you found yourself thankful that John was holding onto you so tightly. Like nothing happened, John stepped off the lift and crossed you over to your suite.
You dozed in and out of consciousness in your blissed-out, post-orgasmic state, but came to as John gingerly laid you on the bed. He helped slide you out of your dress, and you made a mental note to berate him in the morning for ruining your dress, already mapping out when he would take you shopping for its replacement. You watched in silence as John disassembled his uniform and set it out almost reverently before crawling into bed next to you. Rolling onto your side, you laid your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. âI am so proud of you, Captain Price,â you murmured. His hand trailed slow, lazy circles over your arm and down your back, pulling you closer into him. âEverything I do is for you,â John replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He pressed his lips to the top of your head, âI love you.âÂ
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The Younger Kind Part 51 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Bradley is waiting for an answer to Noah's question while you blurt out the first thing on your mind. While they await your response, you start to realize nothing is going to change too much. And that's a very good thing, because being with your family just the way you have been is exactly what you want.
Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, smut, pregnancy topics, and age gap (18+)
Length: 4400 words
Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader
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"Mommy, will you marry Daddy?"
You looked down into Noah's soft, brown eyes as he held out the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen in your life. Colorful prisms painted his hand as the midday sunlight shone through the enormous diamond that Bradley had trusted him to hold. Tears filled your eyes as you brought your hand up to your lips as your fingers shook, and when you met Bradley's gaze, you said, "I'm pregnant."
You hadn't meant to tell him that when he was on his knee in front of you, but you really had no expectation that your day would include a positive pregnancy test let alone a marriage proposal. Tears slid down your cheeks as Bradley stared back up at you silently. You thought this was what he wanted, but he hadn't said anything. Then you realized that you didn't respond to Noah's question yet either as more tears fell.
"Princess?" Bradley finally asked as he started to stand with Noah tucked against his body by his right arm. "You're pregnant?"
You nodded as he wrapped his left arm around you and pulled you close, his flight suit rough against your skin. "Yes. I just found out like two hours ago."
He looked surprised but not unhappy as his hand bunched up the fabric at the back of your dress until you were snug against his body. His lips hovered just inches above yours, but he didn't say anything else as Noah still tried to hand you the ring.
"Aren't you going to say anything else?" you whispered, fingers still shaking as you let your hands rest on his chest.
A smile teased at his lips. "Princess, you know I'm ready for a baby. I told you that so many times," he replied as he kissed your forehead. "I'm a little surprised it happened so quickly, but I guess I shouldn't be." His lips met yours in the softest kiss. "Now can you please let me know where you stand on this diamond ring before Noah drops it? I'm kind of dying here. Hoping you'll say yes."
You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him hard until you were breathless. "Yes," you whispered, your lips brushing his mustache. "Yes, Noah, I'll marry Daddy."
Bradley laughed and kissed you again before he said, "Okay, Bub. Give her the ring before it ends up in the grass or something." You tucked yourself in against him and kissed Noah's chubby cheek, finally taking the ring from his sticky hand and sliding it on your finger. The diamond was massive and looked like it was worth more than your car.Â
"I don't think you should have spent this much on a ring with a baby on the way," you said, and Bradley barked out another laugh.
"It's a princess cut for my Princess. Do you like it?" he asked.
"Of course!" you told him, curling your fingers like you were afraid he was going to take it away from you. "It's perfect."
"Then I didn't spend too much on my future wife." His words hit you square in the heart as you ran your fingers through Noah's soft curls, the crowds of people around you finally coming back into focus after several minutes of excitement. You were going to be Bradley's wife.Â
More tears found your eyes as you said, "Your wife. Oh my god, Bradley! I was so nervous about the pregnancy test, but yes, I absolutely want to be your wife."
You wrapped both of them up in a hug as he murmured in your ear. "There's my excited Princess. Were you really nervous to tell me you're pregnant, Baby?"
"Yes, because I was completely surprised and overwhelmed," you admitted, burying your face against his chest. "I'm also a bit relieved you technically proposed before I told you about it."
"Hey," he rasped, his voice a little harsher now as he set Noah down and tipped your chin up with his rough fingers. "I made my intentions very clear to you. I let you know I wanted a ring on your finger well before I flushed your birth control pills." He swiped your lips with his thumb before he let his hand trail down your body, his knuckles skimming the valley between your breasts before grazing your tummy. "And if I get all three things that I wanted in one day, then I'm the luckiest man alive."
"Three things?" you asked as an announcement about more jets taking the air boomed through the crowd.Â
He smiled as his palm flattened over your belly button. "Yeah. You agreed to marry me even though you could do a lot better. And you just told me I'm going to be a dad all over again."
"That's two things, Daddy. Is your memory slipping with age?"
He shook his head, that smile still firmly in place. "I've had adoption paperwork with your name and Noah's on it waiting at home for a long time."
You looked up at him in wonder. "I want those three things, too."
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Bradley wasn't too surprised you got a positive pregnancy test this morning. He'd been working hard to try to get that exact result. In fact, he'd been putting hours and hours each week toward this very goal. He could tell you were overwhelmed by everything that was going on, your eyes flitting from his face to your ring and then back to Noah over and over. But he'd been through this once before. Well, not the engagement part. And Meredith was actually nothing like you in the least. But he wasn't nervous. Not really. Especially not about the baby.
"Come here," he whispered, pulling you onto his lap where he sat on the huge beach blanket. "You looked overwhelmed."
You nodded as more announcements were made over the loudspeaker. "This has been a lot of new information for one day," you told him, looking like you might cry.
"I know," he said before kissing your lips. "But I love you. All three of you. And I'll take care of everything."
As a jet engine roared to life, you lunged off of his lap and reached for Noah's headphones, slipping them into place. "Don't want your ears to hurt," you told him as you kissed his forehead.
Bradley yanked you back onto his lap and kissed you as you moaned into his mouth. "God, Princess. That's why I've been so ready for everything with you. We have Noah and the house, and I just want all of it. I want the wife and the baby, too."Â
The engines were getting louder now as you ran your fingers through his hair. "Okay then. Let's just have it all. Think we should install a white picket fence at home while we're at it?" you asked with a little smirk.
"Might have to," he replied, tickling your belly until you laughed. "Gotta keep this little one safely in the yard someday."
You let your forehead rest against his as you said, "I can't wait to look at the adoption papers."
He kissed you and laughed as he said, "See that's how I planned on trapping you, Princess. You'll have to marry me before you can have that."
You groaned and pretended to remove your ring and hand it back to him. "A Princess falls in love with a Knight? Eww. Gross. I hate it. I don't want that at all." You made a disgusted face at him before you smiled and handed him a pair of earplugs. Then you stretched out on the blanket with your head in his lap, looking up at him with an open expression. "Everyone is going to think I was the one who purposely planned to get pregnant to trap you, Daddy."
Bradley looked down at you and ran his fingers along your flawless cheek while Noah dug in the cooler for a snack. "No. You're wrong. Everyone is going to look at us and see the age gap and think it's the other way around."
You kissed his palm. "They'll just assume you have a big cock," you told him plainly, and he covered your mouth with his hand while you laughed.Â
When it got louder, Bradley picked up the other pair of earplugs and handed them to you. He spent the next twenty minutes with his hand on your belly, watching his little family as you and Noah looked up at the airplanes. He'd seen it all already, and right now he'd rather focus on you as you examined your engagement ring. Somehow he went from two Bradshaws to four Bradshaws today. You looked up at him with a dreamy expression as he ran his fingers along the soft fabric of your dress. You toyed with your ring lazily and nibbled on your bottom lip while he thought about you playing with Noah and a baby at the same time.
"Fuck," he groaned. As soon as you removed your earplugs, Bradley asked, "Do you want to elope? Like tomorrow maybe?"
"Tomorrow?!"
He nodded. "You know, earlier this morning, I thought I'd be happy waiting a bit if that's what you wanted. But now I'm having a change of heart. I want to get married before the baby is born."
You laughed and said, "Daddy, I haven't even called my doctor for an appointment yet!"
"I know. But I've been working so hard to make sure I have everything in order for us. Make sure you'll be safe no matter what. I'd like to get married and start the adoption process before number two arrives."
You kissed his cheek and pressed your lips to his ear as you hummed. "We can get married soon. Before the baby arrives."
"That's all I want."
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You were exhausted as you drove home with Noah sound asleep in his car seat. The late afternoon sun was reflecting off of your ring as you wound your way along the roads that led you back into the city. Bradley was flying his jet back to North Island at this exact moment, and then he'd meet you back at home. You giggled, imagining a white fence around the house.Â
The whole day felt like a dream, and you weren't quite convinced it was real. How could you have such a beautiful ring on your finger? How could your heart skip a beat every time you thought about having a baby with Bradley? It was surreal. Even the sun dipping low in the sky ahead of you seemed a little too perfect.
You had to carry Noah inside as he was still sound asleep when you got there. The house was silent other than Skittles pawing at the back door to be let out, and you found yourself anxiously sitting on the front porch step as you waited to see that familiar blue Bronco come down the street.
But of course Bradley didn't disappoint you. He never did. Not anymore. You knew it was him by the sound of the engine before you saw it. Once he was parked in the driveway, he climbed out holding a huge bouquet of flowers and made a beeline for you as you stood.Â
"Hey," he said softly as he got closer, the biggest smile on his handsome face. "These are for my future wife."
Your laughter was muffled by his lips as the two of you awkwardly made your way inside the front door tangled up together. Bradley backed you up against the TV stand, and you took the flowers from his hand and let them fall softly to the floor. "I love you, Daddy," you whispered against his lips. "I was kind of afraid today was just a dream. Something too perfect that I made up."
You pushed your fingers through his messy hair, tugging a bit as you enjoyed the feel of his flight suit against your skin. Your lips parted on a gasp as he started to hike up your dress, and he tasted your tongue. He had one big hand wrapped around your thigh as he whispered, "Not a dream. It's real, Princess. Us and Noah and a baby. And I couldn't be happier."
"Mommy? Daddy?"
You turned and tried to wiggle out of Bradley's grasp when you saw those sweet brown eyes peering at you from the hallway. "Hey, Bub," Bradley rasped, letting your dress fall back into place and taking your left hand in his. Noah came trotting over to the flowers on the floor and picked them up. "I got those for Mommy from both of us."
He handed them to you just the same way he handed you the engagement ring earlier, and you bent to pick him up along with the flowers. As much as today had changed everything for you, it really changed nothing for Noah. He was still looking at you like he trusted you completely. You were still going to be his Mommy. He was still going to be loved the same way whether or not you were wearing a new piece of jewelry. He still needed to be fed dinner.
"Are you hungry?" you asked him as Bradley's hand found your back. He nodded and yawned, still looking very tired. "Then let's get your belly filled up with something delicious before you take a bath and get changed into your dinosaur pajamas, okay?"
While you dug around in the refrigerator and examined your ring, Bradley sat with Noah on his lap at the table. "I should have taken you out to celebrate with a nice meal. I could still try to call Amelia to come watch him?" he asked.
You glanced at him over your shoulder. "Absolutely not. I want all of us to eat together," you said.
"Is Amelia coming over? She's nice, but I liked when Mommy was my babysitter better," Noah said as he poked at Bradley's face.Â
"Not tonight. Maybe a different night she can come over and play with you again. But actually, Bub, there's something really cool that's going to happen soon," he replied, and a wave of excitement washed over you. "Mommy and Daddy are going to have a wedding and get married."
He just shrugged like you weren't wearing a massive rock on your left hand. "Yeah. I know."
Bradley chuckled as you set the carton of eggs on the kitchen counter. "And would you like to be a big brother someday? Like maybe next year?" he asked.
Noah shrugged again, and this time you were laughing as well. "That's fine," he replied. "I'm really hungry."
"His life isn't going to change very much," you said as you started to make scrambled eggs and toast, so used to cooking in this kitchen now. "At least not right away."
"It sure isn't," Bradley agreed. "Neither is mine. I'll still have the loves of my life with me. But now you'll be wearing your ring instead of me trying to hide it everywhere."
You felt warm inside. "How long have you had it?" you asked, and Bradley blushed.
"I started looking in June. I bought it the day Skittles got her cast off."
You tried to think back to how long ago it had been that he brought the dog home cast free with a bakery box in his other hand. "That was weeks ago!"
He nodded as you were drawn to him across the room. "I've been waiting for this weekend, thinking it would be perfect for some reason. And it was," he whispered as you bent to kiss him. "I asked you to marry me, and you told me I'm going to be a dad for a second time. Best weekend ever."
You kissed him again, letting your nose bump the side of his as you smiled. "I thought you just bought it! I didn't know you've been hiding it!"
"Badly," he replied. "Hiding it badly. You stepped on the box the first night when it was in my pants pocket on the floor, and when I moved it to my dress whites jacket, you put that on for... certain activities with me."Â
You gaped at him, shocked that you'd come so close to finding it but happy you hadn't.
Noah sighed. "Is my dinner ready?"
When you pulled your lips away from Bradley's, you rushed back to the stove as you groaned. "Oh, shoot."Â
"I'll eat the burnt food," he promised you. "It'll still taste better than anything I cook."
You scraped the slightly brown scrambled eggs from the pan to a plate and handed it to Bradley. "That's the absolute truth."
Once everyone was fed, you found that you didn't want to be away from either of them for too long, so you all headed to the bathroom for Noah's bathtime. You sat on Bradley's lap while you and Noah played with his toys, and Bradley's big hands found their way up underneath your dress to your bare thighs once again.Â
"Daddy," you whispered softly over your shoulder while he squeezed your leg. You could feel his lips and mustache skimming along the back of your neck, the sound of his breathing and soft chuckle giving you goosebumps. As you rinsed Noah's hair, you said, "It kind of just feels like a normal night."
He hummed softly as he nipped at your shoulder. "You're right. Things aren't going to change too much. But I'll be calling you my wife soon, and you'll have two kids calling you Mommy someday."
Every time he mentioned either of those, you looked at your ring as butterflies erupted in your belly. When you drained the water in the tub, you turned around so you could kiss him softly until it was time to get Noah out.
"I got him, Princess," he whispered, pulling the strap of your sundress down so it hung off your shoulder. "I still need a shower. You feel like warming it up for me?" He kissed along the same path the strap took, and you shivered as you nodded. "Perfect." He scooped Noah up with a towel and held him out to say goodnight.
"Night, sweet Noah," you told him, running your fingers along his damp cheek while he yawned. "I love you."
"I love you, Mommy."
Bradley leaned in closer and whispered, "Get that shower nice and steamy?"
You softly rolled your eyes but said, "Yes, Daddy." And then they were gone. You closed the door and stripped your dress off, turning the shower on for the two of you. He didn't immediately return, and you wondered briefly if you should have given him a hand with Noah. But you were distracted looking at your ring as the small room filled up with steam before you remembered to get in the actual shower.Â
You had yourself mostly soaped up by the time Bradley resurfaced, naked except for his underwear. Even though your view was obstructed, you could tell he was hard as he stripped them off and stood again, running his hands through his hair. "I'm really excited," he murmured, and you could barely hear him over the water.
"Then get in here."
He didn't hesitate another second before he was under the spray of water with you, backing you up against the wall with his cock pressed to your belly. His body was big and warm as you shivered against the tile, and you cupped his face in your hands as the faint smell of jet fuel met your nose.Â
"I'm excited too," you whispered. "And nervous."
His brow scrunched. "I didn't mean to put any pressure on a timeline for the wedding. We don't even need to have a wedding if you don't want one. I bet Tracy could draw something up if you'd prefer."
But you shook your head in response. "No. It's not that. You joked about getting married tomorrow, but I really would marry you tomorrow. And I do want a small wedding of some sort." You rubbed your fingertips against his stubble as you admitted, "I'm nervous about the baby."
The concern left his face and was replaced with a smile. "Well I can't do much about that timeline."
"Daddy!" you complained as you rolled your eyes harder this time, but you were laughing as his hand came to rest on your belly right next to his cock.Â
"We'll figure it all out. I'll take care of everything." Your eyes drifted closed as his lips grazed your ear and the warm water washed over you. "I'll take care of you and Noah and the baby."
"And Skittles."
"Of course," he crooned as you wrapped your hand around his length. "She's my best friend."
Your head tipped back against the tile, and you giggled as you slowly hooked your right leg up over his hip. You rubbed yourself against his balls as you stroked his precum across his tip, and Bradley's cheeks flushed pink. Maybe it was from you or maybe from the heat of the shower, but you bit your lip when he whispered, "Does my wife want me to fuck her?"
"Soon-to-be wife," you moaned loudly, letting him slide free from your grasp as he eased his hips away from you. And then he lined himself up with your pussy, coating himself up as his hair dripped onto your shoulder. When he thrust himself inside you, the force made your footing waver, and you clung to him.Â
"I got you," he promised, pinning you harder against the wall, thrusting up into you at this perfect angle.Â
"Oh my god," you whined, and you watched his face change from pure softness to something a little more feral.
He gripped your thigh against his hip as he grunted, "This is nice for you?" But nice was an understatement. He was hitting all the right spots and rubbing your clit, and you were wearing his ring and he called you his wife.
"Uh huh," you agreed. "Really nice, Bradley."
His grunts were guttural as he drove your hips back to the wall, over and over, giving you more of what you wanted. Your voices mingled and echoed around the shower enclosure, all short staccato gasps of his name while he called out yours. His hand tightened around your thigh as he thrust hard and kept himself there while you clenched around him.
"You're mine," he growled. "And I'm yours. And I love you."
You couldn't quite speak as your lips quivered and your limbs shook, and you came hard, clinging to the only man who would ever make you feel this good. The only one who would ever love you with his whole heart. The only one you ever wanted to be with. The one you were going to marry.
"I love you, too."
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Bradley had you wrapped up in a towel as he carried you into the bedroom, your cheek resting on his shoulder. He smiled when you gasped as you looked around.
Before joining you in the bathroom, he'd taken the time to put the flowers he bought on his way home in two vases on your nightstand, and he lit about a dozen candles. "I thought maybe I'd be able to wait for slightly more romantic sex with you, but I should have known the shower would be a bit of a problem for me. It always is with you."
You moaned softly, boneless and slightly fucked out in his arms as he set you on the bed. "This is perfect," you whispered. "The perfect spot for how I'm feeling right now."
He leaned down and kissed you before he got in bed beside you. "How are you feeling?"
You closed your eyes and giggled, arching your back slightly before kicking your feet. "So in love."
Bradley carefully unwrapped the towel so you were exposed to him, your skin looking flawless in the candlelight. He leaned over you and kissed your collarbone before each furled nipple as you gasped and giggled. Your skin was still a little damp as he kissed his way to your belly and smiled. You were giving him another child. You were going to let him be your husband.Â
"Fuck," he groaned stroking your sides with his fingers as he nuzzled you with his nose. "I can't even describe how happy I am, Baby."
Your fingers laced through his wet hair as you whispered, "Are you calling me Baby? Or are you talking to the actual baby?"
"Both. Definitely fucking both." He let his lips drift lower on your body, and he kissed along your slit before working his way back up. "Will you humor me?" he asked, voice raspy with a different kind of need as he looked at your face. "Will you look at the adoption papers?"
You nodded and tugged him closer by his hair until his lips were on yours. "Please," you whispered into his kisses. "I want to."
Bradley's heart was thudding, pounding out a rhythm it never knew before you. "Okay," he replied with excitement. "Okay." He forced himself out of bed so he could dig around in the closet for the folder that Tracy had prepared at his request. It was easy enough to find what he was looking for in the candlelight, and he set the remaining papers on the dresser before heading back to the bed.
You were sitting up now, your face eager as you smiled. "I love Noah."
Bradley nodded, feeling completely overwhelmed as he imagined his future. "I know. You love him like I do." He eased himself down against the headboard and let you sit in front of him so you could look at the pages in his hand together. "And I know you'll take care of both of them." He kissed the side of your neck as soon as you touched the first sheet of paper in reverence with shaking hands. "As soon as we get married, I want to make this legal in every way. You already saw my updated will. I trust you as much as I trust myself, and I want to know my kids are safe with you if anything happens to me."
You silenced him with your lips before you said, "Enough of that. I just want to be Noah's mom. One hundred percent. Because I love him. That's the only reason I need."
Bradley wouldn't force his concerns on you tonight. Especially not tonight. He watched as you traced your typed out name followed by NOAH BRADSHAW on that front page, your diamond ring glittering in the dimly lit room. "That's a good enough reason for me."
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Bless Daddy. The man can rest now. The ring is on her finger! The baby is in her belly! The love is in his heart! Should we visit Casey again? Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls
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request: nyx x female reader where theyâre matted but donât know it and reader visits him at the illyrian camps and she gets hurt and nyx loses it
Don't Touch // Adult!Nyx (ACoTaR) x Fem!Reader
A/N: I can't even thank you enough, anon, for this request! I've been desperate to write something like this (especially including my sweet love Nyx; I have an entire headcanon/long-form story of him already, oops). Thank you for requesting! To you or anything else, please request more SJM fics, I am adoring writing them.
Warning: there is a description of visibly seeing the colour of bruising on the skin. Also, intense emotions and responses to situations due to the mating bond.
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst, minor injuries, possessive behaviour/sex, obsessive behaviour, over-the-top reaction (or just right depends how you like your partners), threats of violence, aggression, rough sex, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, size kink, intense emotions/sex, sex until passing out :)
Words: 6.3k
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"I've never seen you like this before, Mor" You observe your friend closely as the beautiful blonde woman checks her reflection in the glass of a passing shop.
Morrigan paused, where she was currently trying to perfect her already stunning hair. Trying not to baulk from the intense, fiery stare that turned your way as she raised a single well-groomed eyebrow and attempted to sound as unconcerned as possible, "I don't know what you're referring to. I'm acting completely and utterly sane".
Linking an arm with your friend, you both continued to walk as you sarcastically agreed, "Oh yes, of course. Except that was the tenth time you've stopped to stare at your reflection and tried to fix your already pristine hair, Morrigan".
Mor rolled her brown eyes playfully, moving closer as a brisk wind brushed over the two of you. "You already know I'm vain; why is it such an issue if I want to stare at myself?" she asked, leading in the direction the two of you were walking.
"I didn't say there was an issue. I'm just pointing out that we're heading towards a certain someone's shop, and she's going to love how you look no matter what". Mor hid her face for once, but you could still see the rosy colour deepening in her cheeks.
She quickly recovered by lifting her head and flicking the blonde strands behind her shoulders. "You're one to talk. I've seen you searching over your shoulder 50 times now. Wouldn't it be because of a certain family member of mine, would it?"
There was no hiding the grin that spread across your face as your pulse quickened ever so slightly. "Nyx doesn't even know that I'm in Windhaven. I might not even see him; I'm not here for him."
"Who says I was talking about Nyx? I'm pretty sure Feyre and Rhys are here too", she laughs as you shove your shoulder into hers playfully. As you both calm down, Mor's expression turns more serious. She glances at you, "I'm surprised he hasn't sensed you're here yet. I also don't necessarily think he'll welcome you with open arms; he's attempted to shield you from this side of his life. As hard as we are trying to change the cultures and traditions of the Illyrians, most of them are still unpleasant to be around, especially if you happen to be a female, wings or not."
"You didn't have to bring me here, you know".
"Yes, well, don't make me regret it. Stay nice and close to me, and anyway", Mor paused as she paused outside Emeries shop. "I needed an excuse to come here", she admitted with as much sheepishness as Morrigan would ever allow another person to see.
You couldn't help but grin as you squealed, "Ha! I knew it!"
The bell dinged above the shop door as you followed the blonde through the door. The answer, welcomed by Emerie by the counter, "There you both are! Welcome to Windhaven, stay away from the males, and please have a lovely time", she beams, walking around the counter towards Mor.
Glancing around to give both women a private moment, you admired her shop and eyed some of the winter clothing that would be perfect for the cold weather approaching Velaris in a few months. As you ran your fingers over the lining of a beautiful coat and casually suggested over your shoulder, "If you want, I can watch the shop if you two happen to find your way upstairs. Didn't you say you have some new socks in the back room?"
"Oh yes, thank you for the reminder!" Emerie played with your antics and took Mor's hand, dragging her into the back. Smiling at seeing their happiness, you couldn't help but let your mind wander to the man whom you'd been searching for from the second of landing in Windhaven.
You and Nyx had been friends since childhood. You'd spotted a young boy flying over the Sidra, mesmerised by the freeness of his movements, not watching where you were walking, tripped and scratched your knee on the pavement. Having watched it all from the sky, Nyx landed beside you and helped you home. He hadn't laughed like the other children; he'd shown compassion and kindness.
The son of the High Lord and Lady quickly became one of your closest friends, spending every waking hour possible together when you weren't in lessons or he was in training. Along the way, lines became blurred, and you were infatuated with one another. The relationship was intense, to say the least, and the two of you often joked about being mates, but no sign of the bond had occurred yet.
Not that this mattered to you. You were thoroughly and obsessively in love with Nyx, and he was with you. In fact, his obsession and possessive behaviour were renowned throughout Velaris. Every occupant knew that you were Nyx's; if a single hair on your head was out of place, he would bring all of the power of the Night Court down on them. It was extreme at first, but in truth, you were not much of a fighter, so being able to walk around Velaris with the reputation of belonging to Nyx was a relief.
Now, however, it had been weeks since you saw him as he'd been training with the other Illyrians, and even though he used his daemati skills to talk mind to mind with you or he left intimate little notes throughout your home, it couldn't ease the ache in your chest. So when Mor mentioned visiting Emerie's shop in Windhaven, you jumped at the opportunity to see, hoping you'd run into him, even if he didn't want you near the camps.
Lost in your thoughts of black hair and vibrant blue eyes, you'd not noticed that someone had entered the shop until a male growled from behind you, "Where is she?"
Jumping and turning on the spot, you looked the Illyrian over from the golden-brown skin covered in the darkest black tattoos that stretched up his neck and over the sides of his shaved head, leaving a tuft of hair down the centre. His membranous wings were widely spread as he stood in a defensive stance, fists tightly clenched at his side and armour creased from lack of care.
"Who?" you asked innocently, facing him fully and trying not to let his anger intimidate you even though you could already smell the sourness of your anxiety and fear in the air. The stranger walks forward, the tips of his wings knocking into a collection of hats, all toppled to the floor. "Watch where you're walking!"
The male stops a step away, tilting his head and frowning with even more vigour, "What did you just say to me?" As he took another step forward, you matched his step with one backwards until you were pressed against the wall with him towering over you.
"Just - Just watch it, ok? You're knocking over the display" You pointed to the knocked-over items, but he didn't take his eyes off of you, searching over your body until your skin crawled with discomfort.
"Wherever that thief is, give her this", he shoves the letter that had been screwed up in his meaty hands into your chest. You gasp out loud at the pain that rips through your shoulder, knowing it is going to bruise, and you have to look away to hide the tears that had formed as you grasp the letter and watch him leave.
It was only as the bell rang as the male exited that Emerie and Mor rushed into the room with a dagger in hand as they rushed to your side. If it wasn't for the shock and pain in your shoulder, you would have commented and jested how they both looked flustered with dishevelled hair and swollen lips, but this was the last thing on your mind now.
"Who was just here? Why do you smell of fear?" Mor asked as she rested a hand on your arm, looking at you furiously with concern.
"I don't know his name, but he gave me this for you, Emerie." You held out the letter, ignoring how your fingers trembled as she accepted it with a roll of her eyes.
"His name is Prumlos. He works closely with my uncle, and they believe they have rights to my shop. No matter how often I tell them, they keep coming back. Unlucky for me, he trains here in Windhaven and often brings new threatening letters from my extended family. He's a really brute", she pauses as she eyes you closely, "are you ok? Did he harm you in any way?"
Swallowing the thick lump formed in your throat, you attempt to compose yourself, not wishing to seem weak in front of these two strong females. Maybe you'd been sheltered too much throughout your life, but you didn't want to be emotionally broken just because one arrogant male was rude to you, even if your shoulder throbbed terribly.
"He just gave me the letter", you managed to spit out, not looking either female in the eye.
"Bullshit. I can still smell your fear; what did he do?" Mor demanded, stepping closer.
"Nothing! I mean, he was just an arrogant male and just wanted to scare me. I'm fine, really. But could we go, please? Sorry, I know we've only just arrived. Maybe I can wait for you in the High Lord's mother's home, Mor? I just need to be shown the way". You held your breath, waiting for Mor to answer, hoping she didn't try to question you further, but thankfully, she agreed.
"I'm sorry you've been shaken up; I hope it hasn't deterred you from coming to visit me every so often," Emerie smiled gently while holding your hand.
Thanking her, you and Mor left the store and began walking down the street. "Are you sure you're ok? I can see you're still shaken up; talk to me, Little star", Mor asks a couple of silent minutes later and hearing the nickname the inner circle had named you from a child finally brought a smile to your face.
But then Mor tried to link her arm through yours, and you couldn't help but flinch as the movement caused the pain in your shoulder to worsen. Mor noticed and stopped abruptly, turning you towards her, "He did hurt you, didn't he? Tell me so I can go and deal with him".
"No! Please, Mor, can we just go? You know I hate violence".
"Do you want me to go and find Nyx?" she asked, lowering her voice.
"No!" you say urgently, looking up at her with wide eyes, "Please don't, you know how he'd react. I just want to go to Rhys' mother's home and forget about the day. I'll speak to Nyx another time".
With great reluctance, Mor nods, and the two of you continue the walk back to the home. Once inside and next to the fire, you could finally stop and relax, especially as Mor offered you a hefty glass of wine to help your nerves.
After half an hour of sipping away at the absurdly expensive win, shoes off and feet tucked beneath you, Mor suddenly sat up further in her seat with a smile, informing you, "You're about to be a very happy female".
You're confused by her statement, but then you feel it: the connection in your heart is strengthening, like the missing piece to you was suddenly warming and filling in. The front door opened, and Feyre and Rhys walked in first, followed by Cassian and Nyx.
You're half aware of Cassian's joyful greeting: "Ah, Little star! You've finally come to join the camps. We'll have you trained in no time".
You stand quickly, eyes only on Nyx as he stands in the doorway, not breathing as he stares only at you. One second, you're near the table, and the next, you're running full speed towards him, sliding across the wooden floor with your socks, not that you care as you're suddenly in his arms.
The pain had diminished the second you were reunited with him. All you cared about was breathing him in, the relaxing scents of spice and lavender, the strength of his arms as they wrapped around your waist, keeping you up off of your feet that had tucked around his hips. Your fingers clenched into curling hair at the nape of his neck, not caring that it was sweaty from where he'd been training. He could be covered in mud, and you would have jumped into his arms with as much enthusiasm.
The others in the room pretended to look busy as he continued to hold you, his face moving into the nape of his neck, and he took a deep breath, breathing in your scents. Nyx's voice was like dark silk, wrapping around you entirely as he said, "I knew you were here. I mean, I thought I was losing my mind; an hour ago, the tightness in my chest eased".
You couldn't help but giggle, kissing his cheek, "That was me; I arrived about an hour ago". Pulling back in his arms, the back of your fingers caressed against his cheek, admiring the light stubble that had grown since you'd last seen him. "I like this", you admire.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his thumbs stroking circles from where he still held up your body.
"I came to see my best friend, of course", you claimed, watching his handsome features as his smile grew to a grin, the dimple in his cheek deepening beneath your thumb. "Yes, I came to see my best friend Emerie", you joked as Nyx rolled his crystal blue eyes before moving his face back to nuzzle against your jaw.
"I've missed you", he mumbles, not caring that you both had an audience and your heart clenched tighter at the need in his voice.
"I've missed you too, more than you could ever know".
"If you two aren't mates, I'll eat my trousers", Cassian quips sarcastically over the rim of his glass of wine. Mor slaps his arm for interrupting as you're lowered back to the floor by Nyx, but you still lean on the tip of your toes, pushing your chest against his to remain close.
Admiring the passionate way Nyx is searching your face, you turn to grin as Cass is over your shoulder when the sudden deathly shift in the air has you freezing. The faelights casting a golden glow across the house dimmed as the room became cold, the fire extinguishing in a single breath.
Your head spins as you turn back to Nyx, who is staring at the opening of your shirt beneath your neck.
"What's that mark?" Nyx asked, his voice a terrifying tone you'd only heard on a handful of occasions. Instinctively, you were stepping back, but his gentle hand grabbed yours, keeping you close. You can sense his family moving closer, and Nyx doesn't wait for you to answer his question. He carefully releases your hand and pushes aside the material of your blouse until your shoulder is exposed.
Glancing down, you could see now that where Prumlos had shoved the letter into your shoulder earlier had now formed a deep purple bruise. Nyx leans forward, sniffs your skin, and his spine instantly stiffens.
"Who did that to you?" he asks, voice thick with venom and anger.
You're unable to give him an answer as Mor is suddenly by your side, holding open your shirt to stare at the injury as she gasps, "I asked if he hurt you!"
"He?!" Nyx growls, looking between Mor and you.
Attempting to take a step away from both of them, you try and calm the energy, sensing it is escalating to a level that could not be returned from. It wasn't that Nyx was scaring you; it was quite the opposite, as his protection made you feel safe; you were just frightened that he would do something he couldn't undo and start a war within the camps.
"I'm fine; it doesn't even hurt anymore" you tried to reason, but that only made Nyx breathe heavily out of his nose as he turned to Mor.
"Who did this? Give me his name. Tell me right now, Morrigan!"
Thankfully, Mor didn't answer immediately and glanced at you from the corner of your eye, knowing that you didn't want to cause a fuss, so she didn't respond immediately, which only frustrated Nyx more in his crusade for revenge. "This is why you shouldn't have bought her here! I told you on multiple occasions that it wasn't safe!"
"Nyx, you need to take a breath; maybe you and your father should go outside and release some of that energy" Feyre tried to reason with him, stepping closer, but it was useless; Nyx was like a boiling pot of deathly anger. Shadows pulsed and darkened around him, travelling up the length of his muscular arms and around his neck. Rhys and Cassian finally began to step forward, moving into a warrior stance between Mor, Feyre and Nyx, even attempting to urge you behind them, but there was no way you were being forced away from Nyx.
Stepping toe to toe with him, your fingers moved back to cradling his face, forcing his now icey eyes onto you, and for a fraction of a second, he seemed calmer. "Nyx, please listen to me, I'm fine. Everything is ok, it was just-"
You were unable to finish your sentence because his knees buckled, and he audibly gulped down air as all signs of anger and pain disappeared from his eyes and tears lined the edges. "Nyx?"
"Mate", he whispers in awe, leaning his forehead against yours as his arms come around your waist, holding you delicately.
You could feel it, too, like an elastic band was tied around your heart, strengthening with each passing second. "I can feel it too"," you confirmed with glee, tears beginning to fill your eyes with the sudden realisation of what was happening. You and Nyx were mates. The Cauldron had blessed you both; even after waiting what felt like a lifeline for the bond to confirm itself, you both knew it had only been a matter of time. The relief was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before.
"Finally!" Cassian cheered, loosening his warrior stance to return to his glass of wine, raising it towards where you and Nyx stood in the entryway. "Welcome to the family, Little Star!"
You grin up tearfully towards Nyx, who in turn returns the joy, but that all disappears as the anger and rage return full force as he growls, "Someone hurt my mate". Moving away from you, he faces Mor and demands, "Tell me his name, Mor, I know you know it. Don't make me find it out".
Morrigan shifts, rolling her shoulders back as she looks down at Nyx, which is an incredible feat considering the fact that he is considerably taller than her. "Are you threatening me, Nyx??
"He hurt my mate!" he bellows at her, but she doesn't so much as flinch as she shifts her gaze to you, looking like she's contemplating a hundred thoughts at once. Then, without looking away, she confirms the man's name.
"Prumlos".
Nyx vanishes before you have time to stop him, and seconds pass before the ground trembles and shakes the home's foundation.Â
"No! I didn't want violence! Why did you tell him, Mor?!" you gawped at the blond, who didn't look remotely sorry.
As Rhysand grabs Cassian and winnows away, Mor steps closer with Feyre at her side. "I told him because we protect our own. Not only has he hurt you, but he's also threatening Emerie; he deserves what's coming to him. In fact, I shouldn't have faltered with telling Nyx, that is my only regret".
You feel defeated and stare at your feet with a thousand thoughts dizzying your mind. Was Nyx ok? Was he hurt? When would he come back? He was your mate. Nyx was YOUR mate.
A pair of brown leather boots entered your vision as Feyre stepped close, wrapping an arm carefully over your not-injured shoulder as she directed you towards the table, kissing your cheek as she moved, "Welcome to the family, properly that is. You've always been one of us, Little Star. Now, why don't you take a seat and I'll see if we have any healing ointments remaining in the cupboards".
Thankfully, Feyre had found a purple ointment that had already worked enough that the pain in your shoulder was considerably less, and the colour of the bruising was now a subtle yellow. Nibbling nervously on the corner of your thumb as you awaited your mate's return, it finally dawned on you. "Wait, how am I supposed to do this? Aren't mates supposed to have a ceremony or something?"
"There can be a ceremony where you offer Nyx some food; we can organise it once we return to Velaris if you'd like? Or if you'd rather not wait, you could offer him food whenever you'd like", Feyre explained warmly with a gentle smile that matched Nyx's.
"I don't think I want to wait. We've all known we would be mates, and waiting for this bond has been slow, so I don't want to wait to accept his bond.
"Why don't you go and have a look in the kitchen? There might be something here", Mor encouraged with a nod towards the back of the house.
You scoured the kitchen cupboards for any sort of food, but with the house having not been in proper use for years, there was nothing except some stale bread on the kitchen table with suspicious-looking green mould on the edges. Even after ripping away the discoloured sections of the bread, you still eyed it with uncertainty.
Stepping out of the kitchen and returning to the dining area, you were surprised to find that Mor and Feyre had gone, and Nyx now stood calmly in the centre of the room, his eyes watching your every breath.
"Where did everyone go?" you ask, trying to fill the thick tension with some noise.
Nyx smiled, not enough to show his dimple but enough to have your shoulders dropping with ease as he stated, "I don't care where they've gone, as long as you remain". Those blazing eyes lowered to your hands as he sucked in a powerful breath as he looked at the stale bread that you were still holding.
As he took several steps forward, you couldn't help but ask, "What did you do to him?"
"What he deserved". There wasn't a speck of blood on his leathery uniform. "What are you doing with that bread?" he asked in a low voice.
You're unsure why you're so nervous when you answer, "Oh, um. It was meant to be for you. I can't find anything else for the mating bond, but it's stale and has mould over it. Maybe I can find a little shop here to find some proper food and serve that to you- NYX!"
Closing the gap between you, he takes the bread out of your hands and, without taking his eyes off of yours, begins to chew the bread that was so clearly dry and stale as he chewed for considerably longer than he should have.
As he finally swallows, you're reaching up for him, resting your hands on his chest and feeling the racing of his heart beneath your palms. "You're my mate", you breathe in awe, forgetting everything that had happened that day and only focusing on the man before you.
"I am. I'm yours, and you're mine", he states with as much wonderment as you felt in your soul.
Grinning up at him, you remind him, "Forever. You're mine forever". The tension beneath your fingers eases as he takes a steadying breath, and then his eyes lower to the edges of your blouse.
You watch with bated breath as he checks the mostly healed bruise. "I'm sorry if I frightened you earlier".
"Nyx, you could never frighten me, " you reassure and tip a finger beneath his chin so that he has to look at your face, not the injury.
"I've always wanted to keep you safe. Seeing that bruise on you today, I was ready to destroy the world to find out who harmed you".
"I know". You watch as he nuzzles into your palm, kissing the centre as you try to lighten the mood, "You're very intense, you know that, right" you say with a light laugh.
Nyx grins, that precious dimple capturing your attention. "I'm more than intense; I'm obsessed. I've been obsessed for years, and now, there's no escaping me" he chuckles as his hand cups around the backs of your thighs and lifts you up, your arms and legs wrapping around his firm body.
"I thought it was just me with the obsession", you retort whilst curling your fingers into his hair once more. Leaning your forehead against him, you both just breathe the other in, eyes closed and hearing the hearts beating as one.
"There hasn't been a second since you entered my life where I haven't wanted you to be by my side. I think I always knew, even when we were children. And now, you're mine".
"Officially", you joke with a giggle, squeezing your arms and legs more firmly around him.
"Officially, my mate", he agrees and then sighs, balancing your weight on one arm so that he could move aside your blouse and kiss the lightening bruise. "I don't want you to come back here again if you can help it. I don't trust these males".
"That's fine with me. I don't particularly want to return, no matter how lovely Emerie's shop is. I don't know how you can stand to be here, let alone train with them", you agreed wholeheartedly.
"You deserve to be in nice and happy places like Velaris, and I can deal with dreadful places like this. It's in my blood, after all". Nyx took a moment to admire your beauty before he stepped forward and winnowed the two of you into his bedroom in the River House in Velaris. "Finally back where we both belong. Now, you're wearing too many clothing articles".
"Wait, don't you have training?" you ask in confusion.
"Not anymore. They'll have to come here and fight me to drag me back to that shit hole tonight. I have other plans now anyway". As he finished talking, he gently eased you onto the navy silk sheets of his bed, resting his arm next to your head as he looked down at you.
You giggle as his hair falls into his face. Reaching up, you pushed the dark curls back to see him grinning at you with just as much glee. "Mmm, I love that sound", he admires before lowering his face to the junction of your neck, his lips pressing against the sensitive area, causing a shiver to burst over your skin.
"What sound?" you ask in a daze.
"You laughing. Your happiness. It's the best sound in the world", he groans as his lips travel up the slope of your neck before teasing your earlobe.
"You're being extra soppy today, Nyx", you say halfheartedly, secretly loving how open he was with his emotions.
However, the man above you freezes, his mouth next to your ear as he asks, "Say that again".
You know exactly which word he wanted you to repeat as you sigh happily, close your eyes and say, "Nyx".
He moans deeply, his hips rutting into the bed with a thrust as a shiver shakes his large frame. "Again," he asks as he lowers his hands to palm your breasts through your blouse.
It was your turn to sigh before whispering, "Nyx".
He lowers his body, kissing down your sternum as he unbuttons the material, exposing your bra and soft skin to him. Your fingers continue to weave through his hair, subtly scratching against his scalp as he doesn't stop on his journey lower. Next, he removes your jeans and socks until all that remains is your underwear.
He appeared to be a man possessed as he stared at you beneath him, biting your lip in need. With an easy snap of his fingers, he tore through the centre of your bra and pushed the useless straps off of your shoulders and down your arms and then repeated the tearing with your underwear.
Nyx utterly admired every inch of your body, his eyes full of emotions and desires. He seemed conflicted, though, unsure whether to spend his sweet time kissing and tasting every inch of your body. Still, as you spread your legs and directed him where you truly wanted him, he growled lowly, lowering his body until he kneeled next to the bed, arms wrapped around your thighs and feasted between your legs.
"Nyx!" you cried out, eyes closing and back arching from the stimulation.
The two of you had been intimate for years, both losing your virginities together and exploring each other's bodies; you knew one another better than yourselves. Nyx liked to show this off as he perfectly flicked his tongue and held you firmly with his hands; you were begging in a matter of seconds. The man bringing you closer and closer to the edge chuckled as he felt you tremble with restraint, knowing he was only doing enough to keep you on the very brink, loving the desperate little cries you released until it was all too much, and you cried out, "Please! Nyx!"
Sucking on your clit was all that he needed to do to have you spiralling into euphoric bliss. Your thighs trembled as they squeezed around his head, but he would happily be suffocated between your legs, so let the warmth of the press into his cheeks until you'd calmed down enough to relax the muscles.
Breathlessly, you looked down your body to where he was grinning, kissing the top of your pubis before licking his shiny lips.
"You're wearing too many clothes". The armour he was wearing vanished in a flicker of magic. Sitting up on the bed, your hands wound around his toned shoulders, feeling the muscle ripple and move beneath as you tugged him closer and kissed him with all the desperation you could muster.
Both of you were moving with such urgency that your emotions were overwhelmed, tears spilling down your cheeks as you cried out the words, "Mine!" repeatedly. You'd heard of the frenzy after a mating bond is accepted, but you never anticipated it to feel this chaotic. You needed every single inch of him, wanted to taste his body, feel the warmth of his skin, and hear the moans from between his lips. There was too much to do, and your brain was engulfed with the need to do everything simultaneously.
Gripping onto his arms, you pulled Nyx so that he was now the one lying in the centre of the bed as you moved to straddle over his waist. With your lips still desperately moving together, tongue caressing and deepening into each other's mouths, your hands finally grasped around the thick, veiny length of your mate.
During any other intimate moment, you would have admired the sheer size of him or the beautiful sensation of him throbbing between your fingers, but right now, all you were desperate to do was give him pleasure.
Squeezing your fingers more firmly around the shaft, you moved up and down, using your thumb to smear the precum over the head. He shivered at the touch, his abs tightening and flexing as he groaned in pleasure.
"Need to be inside of you", he pleaded against your lips. You didn't need to tell twice as you roused high on your knees and direct the tip of his cock towards your drenched hole. You only gave yourself a second to adjust to the sheer size of him before you were rotating your hips and beginning to rock back and forth with increasing speed.
Nyx's arms wrapped around your spine, reaching to grasp onto the back of your shoulder so he had a good foundation to hold and fuck his hips up in time to meet yours. The firmness of his strokes had you seeing stars with how deep he felt. You were utterly consumed by Nyx.
The two of you were fucking each other with such a bruising pace that all you could do was dig your nails into his chest and ride him like your life depended on it. It was only a matter of minutes until you were coming, squeezing your walls tightly around his cock until he, too, was tipping his head back and grunting your name with his own pleasure.
You all but collapsed on top of his chest, greedily sucking in air that smelled entirely of him, and you couldn't get enough. It seemed he couldn't for you either as you continued to feel his hardness within you, not softening even after his orgasm.
Before long, with your face still plastered to his sweaty chest, your hips began to roll, his cock nudging deep inside of you.
"I can't fucking get enough of you", you gasp as he throbbed within you.
Nyx rolled the two of you over, so now he was on top, your legs repositioned so that they were against his shoulders, and you were all but bent in half, the angle meaning he could fuck even deeper.
"Yes! Nyx, please don't stop!" you scream, reaching over his shoulders and stroking the sensitive membrane of his wings, watching them flare behind his back.
"Say it", he begs, his eyes glazed whilst looking down at you.
"Nyx!"
"Yes! Say you're mine!"
"I'm yours!" Nyx moves harder, his hand slipping down your legs until his thumb could circle your clit.
"That's right", he grunts between thrusts, "And I'm yours. Forever".
You orgasm so hard you're sure you black out for a couple of seconds because, in the next breath, Nyx is beside you, spooning himself around you, kissing along your collarbones and stroking his palm down your stomach.
"I didn't go too hard on you, did I?" he asks with a rough voice.
You smile softly whilst reaching up to scratch your nails behind his ear, tucking the curls behind his pointed ears, careful not to snag the strands on the multiple silver hoops in his ear. "Not at all, I loved every second".
Nyx grinned, and the starlight that usually glowed in his eyes returned for the first time that day, and he was finally at ease.
"I can't believe you ate that stale bread", you say, laughing at the memory.
"I would have eaten the mould too if you'd given it to me. Whatever food you gave me, I would have accepted it with need in my heart". Those perfect lips of his began to kiss across your cheek and down your throat; however, now that the madness of needing to have sex with him had calmed for a moment, you could actually look him over properly, and that's when you noticed the doting of bruises over his arms and chest, all in different stages of healing.
You tense and ask urgently, "Were these from him? Earlier in the day, I mean?"
Nyx moves away from kissing your throat to look at what you're referring to, shaking his head and casually explaining, "No, they're from training. That asshole didn't have time to make a move against me before I-". You'd lost the ability to hear anything further as a fire burned so thoroughly throughout your soul that it momentarily stole your breath. Red burning anger pulsed in your soul, unlike anything you'd ever experienced.
Before a coherent thought could drift through your mind, you're pushing away from Nyx and climbing out of bed on unsteady legs. Needing to half crawl on the floor before righting your posture, you marched towards his bedroom door.
"Woah, Little Star", Nyx is suddenly in front of you, blocking your exit as he holds his hands up.
You try and push past him, but he just carefully eases you away from the door, "Let me past!" you shout in frustration, trying to wiggle past him.
"I don't think so", he responds gently and calmly.
"Nyx, let me out of this house!" You don't get far through as he moves to press your body against the wooden door.
"And what exactly do you think you're going to do?"
Baring your teeth at him over your shoulder, you continued trying to get out of his hold. "I'll kill everyone who harmed you!"
"Oh really?" Nnyx says lightheartedly and with a slight chortle. "You'll kill them? Miss' I despise violence'?"
You turn around so that you're chest to chest with Nyx, looking up at his with eyes so full of fury he actually bulked and softened his laughter. "Whoever hurt you doesn't deserve to live! They hurt you. My mate. MY MATE. They won't live to see the night!"
Nyx wasn't sure how to calm you down, having never seen you with such anger pulsing through your veins before, but he did what he thought was best: distract you. His fingers clutched desperately into your hair as his mouth pressed against yours firmly enough to cause bruises.
You fight and push against him at first, but then thoughts of anger and pain dissolve into lust and need as you're once more desperately grabbing him. Tearing your mouth away, you kiss down his throat, tasting the salty spice of his natural scent.
"These feelings, they will pass", Nyx reassures as he closes his eyes, thoughts entirely on your mouth as you close your lips around his nipple, biting the sensitive bud.
"So you get to have revenge on someone that wrong me, but I don't get to do the same for you?" you ask whilst looking up at him through your lashes, your nails scratching down his abs before grabbing his once more hardening cock.
He releases another long breath, trying to keep his composure as he thrusts into your palm. "I'm saying that I've had a lifetime of training, and taking care of one pathetic asshole was light work. The mating bond is the intense anger you're feeling, protecting my pride. Everything is so new and fresh, but it will pass Little Star. You'll understand that these bruises were all part of my training in a couple of hours. Everyone has similar marks, making the training brutal and volatile. So this feeling, it will pass. Anyway, you are not leaving this room naked with my cum still dripping down my thighs".
You're finally beginning to relax as your harsh touches soften until you're gently cupping his shaft and looking up at him sheepishly, "I thought you would have liked it if everyone got to see who I belonged to?"
Turning on the spot, you rested your hot cheek against the cool wood of the door and began to grind your arse against his cock, "Mmm, don't tempt me", he growls against the side of your face as he moves closer, bending his knees so he could position his cock into your cunt.
Nyx proceeds to fuck you so hard against the door that it begins to crack down the centre. But neither of you stopped for hours. Not until you were both thoroughly exhausted that neither could stand.
"I love you," he whispers against your lips as you teeter on unconsciousness's edge.
"I love you too", you tiredly say back, eyes drooping, and the darkness of sleep welcomed you into its abyss.
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âSergeant, youâve been sitting there for the past 30 mins. Do you seriously think you have that much time to waste?â
Your Lieutenant Simon Rileyâs voice was dead yet firm in its tone, being evident that he wasnât very pleased at the moment.
Placing yourself in his shoes, youâd be upset too, there was a mission coming up and much preparation was still needed, from âeveryoneâ in the team.
Trying to swallow the heavy rock in your throat, you tried to put down the pain of your humiliation from earlier, and replied lowly,
âNo sir, but Iâm waiting for someone-â
âFor 30 minutes? Donât you think that after 5-10 minutes of waiting itâd be very clear that theyâre not coming back for you.â
âOh.. but why would they do that? Their supposed to help me-â
âSergeant? I asked a question-â
âYes sir, youâre right. I apologize for wasting time and being delusional.â
With a confident tone you had replied, which was the total opposite of what you were feeling. And though you apologized, you stayed glued to that damned seat, clenching your thighs and the gut wrecking pain that seared from your stomach to your legs- who wouldâve thought that period pains would make you feel like youâve been shot and stabbed?
You bit your lip nervously at the scolding that was to come in a few seconds as you hadnât moved, and neither had your Lieutenant Ghost, meaning he was waiting for you to move your ass up from the metal chair.
And the longer the seconds passed, you grew more sick and worried, for Ghost wasnât the most nicest to the newest ones in the team, he was actually very strict and took no excuses from anyone- including you.
Although you havenât been on that side of him, but youâve seen it and wouldnât dare cross that bridge. So far youâve been one of the best alongside Johnny Soap MacTavish, listening attentively and being the best shot on the job. But now youâre letting a natural cause hold you back, and in shame you couldnât move or budge.
Not after you were mocked and belittled for it- and it wasnât even your fault, but of course they all made you feel like it was.
A low gruff was heard above you, and Ghostâs large boots shifted on the ground before he practically barked,
âWell then move Sergeant!? Whatâd ya eat this morning that was to heavy for you to even get up eh?!â
And to put the cherry on top, when youâre in this abdominal pain, along with your daily sores from the job and stresses, youâre gonna get emotional and teary.
Especially when you knew it couldâve been solved a while ago when you had asked a teammate to help you out, but they had left you out to dry obviously, telling you to stay in that seat while they ran to your barracks to get new pants.
So now you kept your gaze on the ground, refusing to move a bit, not knowing how to explain or hold it all in, until you felt a strong grip on your arm as he lifted you up and spoke in a harsh tone,
âIâll move you then-â
In panic you grabbed the collar of his vest and held onto the hand that grabbed you as you pleaded with desperate eyes,
âLieutenant Riley please! Just- please.â
Your bottom lip now quivered a bit, and your eyes frantically searched his, hoping to find mercy in them so he could let you go, but he didnât. He only locked his cold brown eyes on you, as he tried to read the situation.
That was Simonâs best tactic, he could read people like a book when he wanted to and wasnât in a bad mood. And once he gave himself the chance to do so, he could clearly tell you were devastated and anguished, as your brows furrowed tightly and your eyes were growing glassy.
In regret at his actions, as he saw your state, Ghost immediately let you go and remembered Soapâs words,
âBe more understanding of everyoneâs situations, you may not always know why they are a certain way.â
He took a deep breath and pat your arm from where he had grasped you, not ignoring the fact how you flinched a bit and a fat tear was wiped away from your cheek by your shoulder. Simon was quick to mumble feeling guilty,
âIâm sorry Sergeant. Didnât mean to be so harsh-â
âI bled through my pants pretty badly Lieutenant.â
âWhat?!â
He was ready to check you thinking it was probably an injury, but you instantly grabbed his jaw so he wouldnât look, and quickly explained,
âItâs not an injury.â
You could see the way his eyes spoke confusion, as he questioned,
âThen what is it Sargeant?â
Your grip on his jaw loosened as you grew shy, realizing how close he was to you, and you grew more conscious of your state. As calmly as you could, you did your best to say the least but enough to understand.
âPlease donât let me say it... Iâve been humiliated enough.â
The gears in his poor head twisted and turned, as he tried to read in between in the lines of your words. He repeated your words in his head, and saw your state-
âOh.. OH.â
Ghost sucked in a deep breath and replied his thoughts,
âOh. Sergeant- ok.. here.â
He quickly shrugged off his jacket, and like a carrying mother, he tied the sleeves around your waist, making sure it covered you were needed. He tapped your waist when he finished and ordered,
âWalk in front of me, letâs take you to your room.â
In a quiet voice you tried to reason, hoping heâd let you go on your own, as you were still a bit embarrassed.
âItâs a long walk Lieutenant- literally across the whole base-â
âThen weâll go to my office, I have an extra pair of cargoâs.. they adjust to any size-â
He then held your cheek with his gloved palm as he assured you,
âIâm not letting you go on your own, Iâll help you.â
Nodding dumbly because of his sweet gesture, you agreed. And well, that settled it for you, he wasnât letting you go on your own, so off you went.
Like a guardian angel his broad built covered your smaller form fully, and with a reassuring hand on your shoulder he guided you away to his office.
You felt small in front of his full build, but never insignificant as he treated you like a person, maybe he started off the wrong foot at times, but thatâs who Simon Riley was.. he wasnât used to being all nice and kind. But when heâd find out his mistake heâs pluck it out and make it right ten times more.
In the comfort of his little room, clearly showing he lived there as it smelled like his musky and citrus scent, and the decorations were to a bare minimum (it was actually just the little lamp and a few large bullet casings laid around in different places, like they were posing.
Oh and all the little gum wrapper things you made for him were all resting on his tiny window seal- anyways.. you were safe in his room.
He left you to change in peace after he made you stand in the pants for five more minutes- until you spilled the names of the soldiers that had humiliated you. You really didnât want to cause them problems, especially with the Lieutenant himself who was stern and harsh.. but he made you understand that it was well deserved anyways.
Now youâre buckling up your fresh pants when you heard the door open and Ghost walk in, his head lowered as he began,
âYou good Sergeant?â
Nodding to yourself you replied to him verbally,
âYes Lieutenant.. thanks. They fit well.â
He took that as your signal of, âIâm decent you can lookâ so he did, seeing his pants on you. Maybe they did look pretty big on you, but they fit, and were stainless.
Satisfaction with a hint of care in his eyes, he nodded with a soft grunt,
âAlright kid.. Oh and take these⌠they help with the.. the cramps?â
Smiling a bit at his shy voice coming out and at his attentiveness to what your body was going through, you replied,
âYes.. the cramps.. thank you.â
âHmm hmm.. now, be at the shooting range. Iâll be there in 5.â
Worry then crashed, wanting to hit you as you thought about the chance of seeing those soldiers again, but Ghost once again reassured you,
âDonât worry Sergeant⌠I got your back. Go on to the range.â
Releasing a breath of relief you sent him a small smile then went, happy and confident to know you had your Lieutenantâs protection. Simon watched you walk away and he felt warmth in his chest, as he was able to provide help and be good to and for you.
Ghost hardly ever practiced shots or trained with you, afraid heâd hurt you or be too stern. But now he was afraid to leave you on your own, and be hurt by someone else. So he figured, youâd be safe and learn well from him, while heâd learn to keep his temper and tolerance in check, as heâd have you in sight.. a win is a win.
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you belong with me !
when someone else approaches their partner, how do they react?
âincludes itoshi rin, michael kaiser, itoshi sae
âgender of reader isn't specificied, fluff, established relationships, angy bllk boys, mentions of creeps, unwanted contact and such. first post in this blog, hope everything goes well!
all hell goes loose when RIN catches sight of another person gripping your wristâespecially when you look utterly terrified and confused. they dare to touch someone that is leagues above their own, someone that's already taken by one of the most well-known soccer players in the world, and do it without the bare minimum of consideration for your own feelings? in that very moment, he only sees red.
quickly apprehending the cause of your discomfort by ripping the person's hand off of your arm and retracting you to his chest with a small oomf from youâa harsh glare burns onto the person's face. you could probably see the intensity of his stare just by looking at the person's horrified reaction.
âwho are you to touch them like that?â his airy voice brings comfort to the erratic beating of your heart, your tense form slowly melting in his hold.
right now, he doesn't care that he's attracting unnecessary attention. the crowd that's slowly forming around the commotion he'd caused is the least of his problems right now. sure, it'll probably ruin the stealth of your date but he needs to see this insignificant pest to drown in shame until he's satisfied.
ârinâit's fine. this type of stuff is normal, let's just go, hm?â you probably sensed that he was ready to take it a step too far, and when he kills down the glare on his expression to look at you properly with his usual indifferent eyes, you heave out a sigh of relief.
tugging on his coat, you smile at him nervously. âc'mon now! let's resume our date before anyone recognizes you!â
contrary to the usual soft and compliant rin you're used to, he does not budge an inch. seemingly glued to the floor after your words. âwhat did you say?â
â...huh?â
âbefore what you just said right now. you mean this type of interaction is normal?â
with how intense his stare burns into yours, you grow sheepish each passing secondâhand reluctantly raising to rub the back of your neck in confusion and slight bewilderment.
wait, he didn't know that until now? how are you going to word this properly without sounding sensitive? âwellâuh, you see...you're like, crazy popular, and everyone knows i'm dating you, so of course i'd also grow popular too, and then you know you also have some of these crazy fans that hate me andââ you cut yourself off when you feel a familiar air of anger rise once more.
your lover does not reply, and only carefully brings out his phone to dial what you recognize as his manager's phone numberâand very, very scary words coming out from his lips while shifting his stare back at the person who's now groveling at his feet.
his little conversation about hiring bodyguards and telling the media they're doomed for affecting your safety does not faze you one single bit. there's only one thought inside your pretty little mind as you stare at the dark expression of itoshi rin.
oh lord. what have you done?
if there's anything KAISER hated more than anything, it would be when someone touches something, or in this case, someone who solely belongs to him. a emperor usually has his own certain treasures, and they're kept away from the hands and eyes of commoners and peasants for a reason. should one give into their selfish desires and attempt to take away his treasuresâan inevitable treason is in line.
âwhat the hell is this? some irrelevant bumpkin treading where he doesn't belong?â with how loud and condescending the blonde sounds, you're certain that he's doing it so that it garners the entire room's attention.
a celebration party is held to commemorate bastard mĂźnchen's latest victoryâhence the crowd full of friends and families of the football team's members alike are gathered, along with expensive investors and celebrities wanting to meet the famous aces of the country. funny acts committed in parties like these are not common, yet not all that uncommon either.
but it's mostly happens for the nobodies. who would even consider getting too friendly with the infamous partner of michael kaiserâwho's offhandedly the embodiment of bastard in bastard mĂźnchen?
at the end of the day, it seems there's someone with more-balls-than-brains here in front of him. it's interesting, in a way. kaiser thinks as grins as the man's face contorts into a way that feeds his own sadism. the day was starting to get boring until this little failure came to ruin hisâ
a gentle squeeze on his hand halts his violent thoughts.
he cranes his neck to look at you with an eyebrow raised, your [e/c] hues glinting in a way that's telling him to stop whatever he's going to do before it goes too far.
contemplating options as the football ace glances back at the man drowning in shame amidst the sea of judgemental looks thrown his way, he heaves a deep sigh. one of defeat rather than disappointment. he's already well-aware of your forgiving nature.
âokay. i'll cut it out. but in one condition,â he looks back at you, squeezing your hand back as a smirk creeps on his face. âwe ditch the party.â
âwhaâ? but isn't this whole event your idea in the first place?â you come nothing short of confused, hand still in his.
âmeh, who cares.â he retorts boredly, snapping his fingers to call on forth the body guards hired for the party, before gesturing towards the manâkicking him out for the good and betterment of guests. âit was getting boring anyway. 'only hosted this event just so i could see you all dressed up.â
dressed up for his victory, he chooses not to add to spare your blushing face. that final goal he scored would've made his fans froth at the mouth if they were up close. he briefly wonders if you had reacted the same. erâmost likely not, but a man can dream.
âyou're so infuriating, you know that?â you comment without any malice, a small smile spreading on your lips when kaiser starts tugging you away from the room filled with expensive champagnes and rich ambassadors. almost feels like a daydream to run away like this, hand in each other while noa's scoldings fall on deaf ears.
a light laugh escapes his lips, âbut you still love me anyway.â
he sends a playful wink your way right after, and you might just faintâknees weakened and all.
SAE seems indifferent at first, blankly staring at the person attempting to woo you. is it of disbelief? disgust, even? whatever it was, he just kept staring while the person uttered the most horrendous pick up lines your poor ears have ever heard. you were too preoccupied in tuning out the person's musings to even notice sae moving towards you.
it sure is a pain to have an attractive s/o. the famous football player just went to the bathroom and he comes back to see another man kissing up to you like some dog whimpering for scraps of food. in this case, the scraps of food the dog was getting desperate for was your number. a shitshow, he thinks.
âsorry, but i'm actually waiting for someone.â you finally managed to formulate a sentence without the man cutting it off once again with his terrible lines. you forgo the urge to compare him to an npc designed to rizz up a rock. it was genuinely that bad. bad enough that the rock would probably grow legs just to get away from him.
âyou've said that what, three times now? where's that person yer' talkin' about, huh?â the man leans closer while rubbing the insides of his ear, causing you to cautiously take a step back. god, a bath could really help this man, and he's rightâwhere is your boyfriend? âjust lemme hit now, you won't regret it one bitââ
a sturdy hand places itself onto the creepy man's shoulder, roughly, and i mean, roughly turning the man around to face a maddened pair of emerald hues. right before you and the man stands an enraged itoshi saeâone of the most well-known aces of the entire country. from the way the man stays paralyzed in his place, it's not hard to deduce that he probably recognizes the living and breathing legend right in front of him.
âout of my sight, unless you want things to get dirty.â the soccer genius is known to be level-headed and rational even in dire situations when it comes to within and outward of the field, so who exactly are you staring at right now?
the redhead coldly dismisses the man with a chilling glare, before approaching you with hands now stuffed in pockets, eyebrows raised as if to question your dumbfounded look. âlet's get going. the grime is starting to rub off on me.â
ah, that's right.
you let him grab your wrist to drag you away, his demeanour doing a complete 180 as he asks about what kind of food you'd want to eat today, naming your favourite restaurants one by one whilst he tugs you around, ignoring the double takes of passerbys making sure they didn't just see sae itoshi in the flesh.
the man you're staring at right now...is your lover
the very same man who shut down the touchy feely dude earlier, not to mention him completely dismissing the entire situation as to not ruin your mood, the one who has all your favourite restaurants memorized, the very same guy who invited you out today because he simply wanted to see you and enjoy the day with you, the boy who chose you out of millions, and millions of admirersâ
you're simply looking at your boyfriend, itoshi sae. not the genius revered by multiple nations, but simply a man who loves you just as much as you do to him.
a smile spreads on your face as you finally keep up with his pace, now beside him instead of being dragged around like a lost puppy. âhmm, why don't you choose? i'm feeling like trying some new today.â
âokay. we're going spicy then.â
(ik bastard means like sword or smth for germans ok kaiser being THE bastard just sounded right for me)
edit; okay just found out bastard actually means bastard, it makes more sense now
ALSO YES I HC SAE LIKES SPICY FOOD
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â˛;ę° Wonka Welcome! ęą
Pairing :: Willy Wonka x Fem!Reader
Synopsis :: There's a new bakery in town and Wonka stops by to give the owner a warm welcome.
Includings :: Slight spoilers, events happen after the movie, Wonka speaking nonsense/being illiterate, him pulling shit out of hat, slight flirting, this is really short (im just trying to dump my drafts), nothing but fluff
An :: "He's the worst Wonka" ok but he's the hottest so send requests!
"What's that you got there, Noodle?"
Willy questioned, brows furrowed but eyes full of curiosity as Noodle walked back into the shop. She had a small tart-like thing in her hand, a few crumbs dusted across her chin as she licked her fingers.
It was small yet colorful, some sort of filling under a few fruits as Noodle held it out to the brunette to take a bite.
"A tart."
He hummed, taking a bite from it and his eyes went wide as he hummed again after tasting it. The crust had a perfect crisp taste to it, the fruit each tasting perfectly ripe.
"Delicious! Did you make that all on your own? How? Where?"
Noodle shook her head as she finished the rest of it, wiping her fingers down on the bottom of her pants. "Not me. There's a baker, she just opened up across from us, don't know how you haven't noticed."
"What!?"
Will practically teleported over to the window, hands pressed against it like a child who was passing his shop for the first time. His eyes were glistening as he saw there was a Bakery shop positioned right across from him.
"Well, I think I ought to say hello! Give her a warm Wonka welcome!" He hummed, adjusting his top hat as he walked out the doors and across the street.
He looked up, eyes scanning across the shop's sign and he narrowed them a bit. Noodle had been continuing to teach him how to read but of course, he still had a few issues.
"[Mispronounced version of name]'s blissful bakes." He muttered to himself before pushing the door open, the sound of a bell chiming above him as he did so.
"Welcome! Menu's right above me and you can order when you're ready." He heard a soft voice chirp.
He walked a bit closer, seeing a girl wearing a simple outfit with a white apron that had red hearts printed all over it. Her hair styled in [hairstyle]/wrapped up. She was mixing something in a bowl before turning around.
She turned her head to Willy and he had felt his heart stutter for a second when their eyes had met and a smile automatically grew across his face.
"Oh! You're the Willy Wonka, right?"
"The one and only, ma'am!"
"It's so nice to finally meet you!" She set the bowl down, walking back to the front counter as she held out her hand. "I'm [Y/n]."
Oh. That's how it was pronounced, he thought it seemed a bit odd when he said it out loud earlier.
He took her hand, turning it so he could place a soft kiss upon the back of her palm. "A pleasure! I can't believe we haven't talked yet!"
"I'm a homebody. I don't roam around town too much unless it's to get here or more ingredients." She answered and he had nodded.
"Well, I believe a warm Wonka welcome is far overdue."
"A warm Wonka welcome? Just what is that?" She asked, smiling a bit out of amusement.
"This!" Willy exclaimed, taking off his hat as reaching his hand into it and pulled out a chocolate bouquet of flowers even equipped with a chocolate bow.
[Y/n]'s eyes widened with surprise as she smiled and took them, surprised that they weren't sticky at all but felt as if they had been in the fridge.
She had broke off one of the petals from the chocolate rose, popping it into her mouth. She hummed in satisfaction as she grabbed another.
"Oh my god. This is the best chocolate I've ever had."
"Thank you! I get that a lot." Wonka smiled and she had giggled, taking another bite of the bouquet.
"Please, let me give you a warm welcome as well. Choose anything and it's on the house."
The brunette tilted his head, brows furrowing a bit. "Why would it be on your house?"
"Huh?" Her expression matched his confusion as she shook her head. "No- that just means it's free!"
"Ohhh." His eyes scanned the menu, there were a lot of choices he honestly felt a bit overwhelmed. He finally decided, pointing to it.
"What're you pointing at me for?"
"Can I not have you?" He asked, his tone a bit playful as he leaned against the counter with a smug smile.
"Why don't you pick something actually on a menu?" She giggled, rolling her eyes playfully and he chuckled.
"Alright, alright." He hummed. "How about one of your tarts? One with strawberries, blueberries and kiwis."
"Alright, one tart coming right your way."
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"plaything"
james potter x reader
masterlist (requests open)
summary: you started dating james who was 3 years above you when you were in hogwarts, tensions rise when he re-introduces you to his friendship group that includes his ex girlfriend lily evans
no cws this is just pure angst/fluff
lmk what you guys think!
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"You'll be fine, princess." James presses a soft kiss to your temple as you walk up to his friends flat.
Your cheeks blushed as he could clearly tell you were nervous. Of course you knew of his friendship group when you were in school, everybody did. But being 3 years younger meant that they definitely had no idea who you were.
James hadn't so much as looked at you twice at Hogwarts, but you always had a crush on him. When your paths crossed again a few months ago, it was him who had eyes for you.
"I know." You smile up at him, trying to shake your nerves. "Just promise they're not gonna hate me."
"Of course they won't hate you." He chuckles. "They have to love you because I love you."
"I love you too." You sigh, reaching up to press a kiss to his lips.
You make your way inside and into the kitchen, James quickly starts to introduce you.
"This is Sirius and Remus." He smirks, pointing at the two boys who are leaning against the kitchen counter. "And this is y/n"
Sirius immediately comes forward and gives you a tight hug, Remus soon copied his actions.
"Merlin, James how've you managed to bag that!" Sirius poked at James, causing James to swiftly shove his shoulder.
"It's nice to finally meet you, y/n." Remus smiles. "We've heard lots about you."
James guides you through to the lounge where Mary and Lily sat.
"You must be y/n!" Mary gushed, standing to her feet to give you a hug. "I'm Mary, and this is Lily." She gestured toward Lily who sat on the sofa with a smug grin.
"I'll leave you here to get to know the girls, baby."
"Baby?" Lily scoffed, making fun of James' choice of pet names.
"Oh shut up, Lil. Just because you're not getting any." James poked back, rolling his eyes. Lily sticks her middle finger up at James as he walks away.
You take a seat on the sofa and take a big gulp of the wine Sirius poured for you. Lily and Mary sat opposite and Mary quickly started quizzing you about your life.
"I can't believe we never met in school!" Mary gushes. "You were a Gryffindor too right?"
You nod, trying to hide the nervous blush reaching your cheeks.
"And you never spoke to James in school either?" Mary's eyebrows furrowed.
"Nope." You laugh softly.
"Thats kind of sweet." She smiles.
"So how young are you again?" Lily butts in.
"I'm 21."
"Godric, that's even younger than the last one." Lily scoffs, making your breath hitch in your throat. Lily had been the one you were most nervous to meet, every one knew they were an item in school.
All you did was smile in response, Mary elbowed Lily in the ribs to shut her up.
"What? It's not like he won't have a new plaything in a few months anyway." Lily whispered to Mary, but something to you she wanted to make sure you could still hear her.
You glanced over at James, he was leaning against the counter with a bottle of beer in his hands. You desperately wanted him to get you out of this conversation.
"So have you met James' parents yet?" Lily continued to quiz you.
"I-uh, not yet." You try to act interested in the conversation.
"They're so nice." She smirks. "I have lunch dates with Euphemia all the time."
Merlin she's irritating you thought to yourself as Lily stared at you with a smug look. All you could do was smile in response, unsure of what she was expecting you to say.
You take a big swig of your drink, finishing off the glass.
"I'm just gonna grab another drink." You excuse yourself, making your way over to James in the kitchen.
His eyes light up as he sees you walking towards him.
"Hi, baby." James smiles, turning away from Sirius and Remus to kiss your forehead. "How you getting on with the girls?"
"Fine." You say bluntly, not wanting to cause a scene but his eyebrows furrow instantly, he knew something was up.
"Wanna come with me outside for a smoke?" He asks and you nod.
He grabs your hand and guides you to the balcony attached to the flat, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it swiftly.
"What's up, princess?" He questions you.
"It's nothing." You sigh, trying to avoid his gaze.
"I don't care if it's nothing." James grabs your chin and turns your head so you're looking at him. "It's clearly bothering you."
"Lily has just said some... interesting things." You mumble and he immediatly rolls his eyes, taking a long drag from his cigarette.
"I should have warned you about her." He laughs. "She's just a bit weird with new people joining the group... she did the same thing when Sirius brought a girl round a few weeks ago."
"But that's different." You pout. "She's your ex girlfriend."
"Yeah, from when we were 16." He chuckles. "Is my baby jealous?"
"No!" You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. "She called me your plaything"
He was laughing now, making your cheeks grow red as you realised how silly it was that you were upset.
"It's not funny, Jamie." You whine. He takes one last drag of his cigarette before throwing it to the ground and taking a step towards you.
"I know, I know." He grabs your face again as you lean against the wall. "You're not my plaything, you're my princess."
"Promise?" You look up at him with wide eyes.
"Promise." He presses a soft kiss to your lips and you can feel his smirk as he still clearly finds the situation amusing.
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Landoscar- Losing your bags at the airport (1.7k words)
Hello all! This is based off that one tweet about Lando losing his bags at the airport and Oscar staying with him. Disclaimer- I know nothing about airports, all of this was google searched stuff, so go easy on me. (I made it an American airport because dealing with a language barrier was too complicated lol) It's mostly fluff, but I suppose a bit of angst?
Also, this is my first fic I'm posting online, so please be kind â¤ď¸
Lando sighed loudly, blowing hair out of his face as he exhaled. He wasnât the biggest fan of airports by principle. Theyâre boring, the lines are long, and the whole thing seems so much bigger than it needs to be. But itâs kind of a necessary part of his job, so heâd mostly gotten used to waiting for stupid amounts of time at airports.
But this is just kinda ridiculous. He and Oscar had been waiting for Landoâs suitcase to show up at baggage claim for⌠well he didnât know how long it had been, but it was longer than heâd ever had to wait before. Even worse, Oscarâs bag had practically been the first to get dumped out onto the carousel, because of course it had. They were going to the hotel together, so Oscar was staying with him. The Aussie was on his phone, sitting on his suitcase and texting someone. Lando hated the silence, so he tore his eyes away from Oscarâs gorgeous side profile and yawned.
âThis is taking foreverrr,â he said, stretching from his place crouched on the floor.
âItâs been ten minutes,â Oscar corrected, not once looking up from his phone.
âScreen-ager,â Lando decided to retaliate. Oscar looked up now, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment clear on his face. Lando looked back to the baggage carousel, satisfied by getting a reaction out of the younger man.
Oscar cleared his throat. âHow about we just wait a few more minutes and then go to the baggage desk.â
âHuh?â
âThe baggage desk. Where you go if you lose your luggage. Itâs right there.â He pointed, and sure enough, back against the wall and a few carousels down was a little front desk-looking thing, with neon letters spelling out âBaggage Deskâ above it.
âOh,â Lando mumbled, adjusting his hat.Â
âIâll just tell Zak weâll be a bit later than expected,â Oscar said, giving Lando a blinding smile that made his stomach twist with that complicated more-than-just-a-crush feeling he preferred not to think about. He hummed in response, fiddling with his hoodie strings.
After a few more minutes, everyone that had been on their flight (aka about half the Mclaren crew, including Zak and Andrea who had ditched them first chance they got) had left, and Lando was getting more and more stressed out. He was biting his lip and running his hands through his hair repeatedly, imagining practically every worse-case scenario. What if his suitcase got on the wrong flight? What if there was something bad in there he didnât realize and they wouldnât let him get his stuff? What if some rando took his stuff?
He didnât realize Oscar was talking to him until a hand waved in front of his face. He looked to his teammate who was already staring at him worriedly.
âHey, you okay?â he asked, resting his hand on Landoâs arm. Lando managed a small, likely unconvincing nod.Â
Oscar let go of his upper arm with a gentle squeeze, and Lando might just melt away at the spot. âWell, I was asking you if you wanted to go to the baggage desk and ask about your suitcase?â
Lando nodded again and stood, walking away before even giving Oscar a chance to do so as well. He felt a bit bad as he heard Oscar scramble upright and start pulling his suitcase behind him, but it had been a long day and he really just needed to collapse into his hotel room now.
He reached the desk and made eye contact with a short woman, her long brown hair tied up in a low ponytail and wearing official looking clothes, who was standing near the back of the small room. She rushed forward and sat down in a swivel chair, pushing her glasses up.
âWhatâs your issue, dearie?â she said in a strong Southern accent, only slightly muffled by the thick glass separating them.
âUh, canât find my bag. Didn't show up,â he said with a guilty smile. He tried to turn on his charm as much as possible, his train of thought being, Maybe if Iâm nice sheâll be nice back and then I can go to bed quicker.Â
âAlright love. Name?â
âLando Norris,â he said. Oscar had reached him by now, standing so close to his side that their shoulders were almost brushing against each other.
The lady did some typing on her computer, then let out a little tsk sound in the back of her throat. âIâm sorry, it seems like your luggage got sent to the wrong place. Weâre trying to get it here as we speak.â
Lando shot a glance back to Oscar, who raised his eyebrows. âDo you know what happened?â he asked the lady. He looked at the pin on her shirt, which said her name was Charlotte. Huh, she didnât look like a Charlotte.
Charlotte gave a shrug in response. âCouldâve been anything. My guess, there wasnât enough space in the cargo hold on your plane. It got placed on the wrong extra-storage space, and got sent somewhere else. Youâll have to wait until it gets here. That might take a while.â
Lando worked hard to suppress a groan. âOkay. Thanks.â He tried for a smile that ended up more like a grimace.
âYou two can sit in one of those chairs on the right while you wait,â Charlotte said with a sympathetic smile. Lando turned to his right and flopped into a chair. At least they were cushioned.Â
This night was turning shitty fast. He just wanted to sleep, was that too much to ask? And what was even more awful about this was that Oscar had to stay with him.
âSorry about this,â he told his friend, who looked at him confused.
âWhy? Itâs nothing you could control.â
âYeah, I guess. Itâs justâŚâ he trailed off, not sure how to explain that somehow he was blaming himself for this. No, heâd never tell Oscar that, heâd think he was weird. The edge of Landoâs eyes were starting to water with tears, and he wanted to scream. Youâre such a baby. Whatâs your problem? Bury it, you canât do this right now. Crybaby.
âHey, Lando, itâs okay,â Oscar said, reaching out with one hand. He touched Landoâs shoulder tenderly. âI donât mind.â
Lando hugged his legs to his chest and buried his head in his knees. âIâm just having a bad day,â he mumbled, and for a second he wasnât sure if Oscar heard him.
âThatâs alright,â Oscar said, and he let go of Landoâs arm. Lando didnât even get a chance to mourn the loss of contact though, because then Oscarâs arm was wrapping around his shoulders and gently tugging him closer. Lando practically fell onto his chest, and could feel his cheeks reddening.
âThis okay?â
âUh, yeah.â
âYou can rest. You know, if you want. I know youâre tired.â
âWill you wake me up when my suitcase shows up?â
âMm-hmm,â Oscar hummed, and Lando let himself sink into his embrace, their breaths and heartbeats syncing. Oscar was really cuddly, he thought as he drifted off.
# # #
âHey, Lando, wake up.â
Osc, Lando thought and smiled. âWake up, Lando.â Then someone was gently pushing his shoulder, and he blearily opened his eyes.
He took in his surroundings with a moment of slight confusion before remembering. The airport. His bags. Crying. Oscar.
âHey, sleepyhead,â the man in question said, and Lando swore he felt his fingers brushing through his curls. âCâmon, your stuff got here.â
A part of Lando wanted to jump up and start doing a victory dance on the spot. The annoyance of getting up overruled it though. He was so comfy.
Wait, where exactly was he? He knew he was at the airport, but this was way too comfy for a chair. His eyes flickered around trying to figure it out, and oh God he was in Oscarâs lap. He quickly sat up, using his hands to push himself upright. However, he didnât account for where he was putting his hands, and ended up putting half of his weight on Oscarâs thigh. Oscar let out a little grunt of pain, wincing.
âOh shit, sorry sorry sorry,â Lando hurriedly apologized, backing up.
âNo no, youâre fine,â Oscar reassured him, but his voice was strained. He looked at Lando with a smirk. âAre you trying to sabotage me, Lando Norris?â
âIâm sorry!â
Oscar just giggled and stood. He reached a hand out to Lando, who took it. He used his free hand to grab his suitcase and took off confidently to the left, not releasing his tight grasp on Landoâs hand.
âUh, where are we going?â Lando asked, desperately trying to stop the stupid butterflies rising in his stomach. God he was so childish, they were literally just holding hands. But they were holding hands.Â
âTo get your bag. Obviously.â
With no further explanation, he proceeded to get dragged through what felt like half the airport. Not that he minded. Every once in a while Oscar would look back and give him a trademark Osc Smile that made his insides turn to mush, so that made up for the mystery part pretty well.
Finally they reached their destination, some obscure part of the airport. A few official people gave him his suitcase along with many apologies and a crap ton of airline points (not that those were especially helpful to him, Mclaren paid for most of his flights anyways. It was a nice gesture though.) He accepted the apologies quickly, not wanting to drag out this process any longer than necessary.
 Then they were in a taxi headed to their hotel, and the exhaustion was coming back ten-fold.
âTired?â Oscar asked once Lando had yawned for the fifth time.
âJust a bit,â Lando quipped.
âWant to sleep again?â
âYouâre fine with it?â
âOf course.â
Lando hesitantly let his head fall on Oscarâs shoulder. Oscarâs arm found its way around his shoulders again.
Just before Lando fell asleep again, he felt a feather-light kiss pressing against his head, and he scooted closer to Oscar with a sigh.
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