#sofie’s choice

[disneydatass]

Watching omitb made me realize that every freaking role Meryl Streep has ever played boils down to an unhinged mother

[paintingstardust]

just making my delicious date blush a bit, nbd hehe

(angel belongs to @atelieronthemoon)

[lestatisprince]

To anyone who is still doubting Lestat at the trial after the final go watch Sofies choice and stfu.

[sincerely-sofie]

Some tags responding to my recent poll presented a dilemma of interpretation:

Thankfully the AU has both options covered so we’re good

[archonfurina]

They actually let us join both covens and have a (life-long) threesome with them sjdfhdlshdsl

[honeysmokedham]

Sofie’s Choice || Nora & Sofie

TIMING: April 2nd, 11:32 pm LOCATION: Sofie’s Apartment  PARTIES: Sofie @sofiedupont & Nora @honeysmokedham SUMMARY:  Nora is determined to get the haunted doll from Sofie. No matter what. CONTENT WARNINGS: Memory loss

It was easy enough to find an address for the lady online. It only required three hours of intensive googling until she could locate an exact home address. Nora decided she was not going to stand for the trafficking of ghosts. They were some of the only people who took time to talk to her. It helped that she lived in a graveyard where every three feet she’d walk into a new ghost neighbor and that all of them were so bored for information they would talk to anyone who could hear them. But that was besides the point. Nora felt compelled to do this justice. The plan was simple. One, steal some charged speakers. That was done easily with a quick walk around the park. Two, go to the woman’s apartment.

Done. Nora stood outside the apartment on the fire escape. Connecting the bluetooth to her phone she blasted the speaker on full before holding it above her head like she was in some sort of 70s romcom. Only this situation wasn’t romantic or comedic. We’re Not Going to Take It by Twisted Sister blared over the speaker. Now this was a true protest. She could sit out here playing this dumb song for hours until the Sofie relented and freed the doll

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There really was nothing quite like a relaxing evening at home. Sofie had just settled down with a to-go red eye from the Masque of the Red Eye, along with a particularly well loved first edition copy of Anna Karenina, when something started playing outside. She glanced momentarily at the window before her gaze drifted back to her book. Probably just someone starting their car, she thought to herself, taking a sip from the cardboard cup. She flipped the page, before glancing again at the window. The music hadn’t stopped, or faded in the slightest. If anything, it had gotten louder. 

Sofie sat, tapping her foot against the leg of the dark green velvet sofa in annoyance. She huffed out a sigh before setting her supper down and closing her book. In two hasty strides, she was at the window, tossing the curtains aside and forcing it open. Outside was someone far younger than she was with a speaker held over their head. “And what, exactly, are you doing?”

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“I am protesting your ghost trafficking.” Nora replied back, her monotone voice blending into the bass of the music. Realizing she couldn’t talk over the loud song, Nora turned down the speakers. She let her hand fall back to her sides as she tried again. “I am protesting your ghost trafficking. Ghosts have emotions too. Just because you are too deaf to listen to what they have to say doesn’t mean they don’t have something to say.” How noble of her, to speak for the weak. Suddenly she was the hero of this narrative. 

Nora stepped closer to the window. The woman wasn’t much bigger than her, she decided. Before Sofie could shut the window on her, Nora shoved her way through its opening to land on the side. It looked like a photograph from some french renaissance historical home. Nora glanced down at her very dirty boots. Maybe Sofie wouldn’t notice. “Where is the ghost?” Nora asked, starting to look around. Her grubby hands touched everything near as she started sorting through all the possessions.

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Sofie stood slack jawed for a moment. How in the world had this child found her. They couldn't have been much past her teens- maybe early twenties. At least they had the good sense to turn the volume down. “Am I going to have to get a restraining order?”  Sofie muttered to herself. “I think there are some much bigger battles you could be fighting, ma petite. There are people who sell supposedly haunted things on the internet for much more than I am. And as I said, I don’t know that it is haunted. Just that  it’s spooky.” 

She was beginning to feel like how some of the aristocracy had felt in the seventeen-nineties. One moment the person (who was perhaps spookier than the doll she was after) was outside, the next moment she was forcing her way through Sofie’s window. “What are you doing?!” Sofie hissed, swatting at their hands “What do you think you're doing, that is older than you are, get your hands off!” She hurriedly snatched a one hundred thirty-four year old faberge egg and set it down far from their reach. “Protesting and breaking and entering are two vastly different things with vastly different legal ramifications. 

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The realization that Sofie was a very funny lady hit Nora swiftly. If she had been the kind for laughing at humor, she might have even let out a little chuckle. Instead, a micro smile tugged at the corner of her otherwise blank expression. “A restraining order?” Nora repeated back. Her monotone voice somehow managed to convey how ridiculous she thought that idea was. "I may not be able to stop everyone, but I can stop you." Nora thought that was obvious. She was currently standing in her apartment. "I will know if it's haunted," Nora assured. 

The woman was a fusser. Nora watched her waving hands with fascination as her own were swatted at and robbed of the items she examined. "I'm looking for the doll." Nora thought asking what she was doing was possibly the dumbest thing Sofie could have said. Didn't she give a whole speech about it just a minute ago? Nora's head tilted to the side as she examined Sofie. Perhaps the woman struggled with her memory. Nora had watched Adam Sandler's Fifty First Dates before. The only thing she took away from the movie was there were people who forgot things. Personally, Nora would never. But perhaps Sofie had that memory loss thing. Which made her threat of legal ramifications even funnier. Nora stood up straight, turning to face Sofie. "What are you going to do? Call the cops?" A challenge and a mock all in one. Just like that, Nora turned away letting all the tension of the mockery melt from her. "Where's the doll? I'm here for the haunted doll." It was important to remind Sofie, so she could remember. 

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This was what Sofie got for talking to people. Of course someone in this town would have a thing for freeing potentially haunted dolls. She had never said it was for certain haunted. She’d have to be very specific in the way she advertised her wares, or else the girl would likely raise a barricade outside Sofie’s front door until she’d handed over every single last one of her belongings. The tenacity this girl had… unbelievable.

“Has it ever occurred to you that you get much, much further with honey than you do with vinegar?” She hastily grabbed a small ceramic dish she’d picked up on a trip back to Poland. It wasn’t incredibly expensive, but there was something sentimental about it. And it wasn’t as if Sofie could simply jet off to Poland now. “There are far easier ways to accomplish your task than barging in and rooting through my things until you think you’ve found it.” She bristled at the tone their voice took. Were they mocking her? She took one slow breath in an attempt to maintain control. “Don’t tempt me.” Sofie stood up straighter. “I heard you the first time. Why should I give a doll to someone who is currently scavenging through my things like a raccoon? That would just be rewarding bad behavior.”

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“Honey?” Nora’s mouth began to water. “You didn’t mention you had honey.” Her eyes swept the room hopefully, like she expected the honey to be right there, waiting for them. “It's not honey smoked ham is it?” Nora was partial to honey, but paired with ham? Divine. She didn’t believe in god, but if there was a god it would be honey smoked ham. The grumbling in her tummy started just thinking about her favorite treat. Sofie didn’t seem to be actually offering Nora honey though. Instead, Sofie was trying really hard to get Nora to consider there was something easier. Their online negotiations weren’t working. Nora didn’t have money for a financial transaction. Oh. Maybe Sofie wanted Nora to scare her? That was really thoughtful of Sofie. Nora felt so stupid for missing the subtlety of Sofie asking Nora to come in and do something so scary she peed herself then gave Nora the doll.

“What are the cops going to do?” Nora answered as Sofie said something about tempting her. “Arrest me?” An illusion flickered around her, appearing to distort her body. Her five foot one stature stretched to reach the ceilings. Her body warped into the color of the night sky dotted by a galaxy. Behind her a black hole opened, twisting and turning revealing nothing but pitch black in its depths. Her eyes shone pure white, bright and empty. “Do you think they could touch me?” Her elongated illusionary hand stretched towards Sofie, swiping through her body. “If I don’t want them to?” Nora picked up an item, making it look clutched in the grasp of her illusion’s other hand. “My behavior isn’t worse than yours. Give me the doll.” There. That should be a nice little gauge of how scared Sofie would get. Making new friends really was so fun.

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“What?” She was confused for a moment. “It is a figure of speech! You get further by being polite than-“ she shook her head. “Why am I sitting here explaining this to you, no, I do not have ham or honey.” This was not how Sofie had planned on spending her evening, and yet there she was. Stuck in a nonsense conversation with  youth who seemed intent on stealing her wares. She just wanted to read her book. 

Her eyes widened as the scene before her shifted. No longer a little wisp of a thing, the creature before her had shifted. She should have known better- the girl had smelled off, and she couldn’t put her finger on why. Sofie didn’t know what she was dealing with, but she certainly did not want an abyss swirling in her apartment. Her teeth lengthened into fangs and her eyes flashed red. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing. But I can promise you I have more years of experience in manners. So knock it off.” It could be a bluff. Sofie wasn’t entirely certain how old the girl was- maybe as old as time itself. But she had a reputation to maintain, and a certain amount of bravado was necessary. The only tell she allowed herself was the slight step back away from the girl who looked like a beast from the void.

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“So no honey?” Nora tossed down the book she was holding in disappointment. It was childish, yeah, but she was really looking forward to having some honey. You couldn’t go around promising people honey and not deliver. ‘A figure of speech.’ Nora’s hunger wasn’t a figure of speech! It was as ravenous as the black hole behind her. And with that manners were off the table. Sofie sounded just like her fathers. ‘We know more manners than you. You’re not doing it right. You start at the silver wear farthest out and work your way in. Don’t bite the guests that’s rude!’ If Sofie had her way she’d probably ask Nora to curtsy before addressing her or some shit like that.

Nora sniffed the air. She was rewarded by a nice little fear snack. Despite Sofie’s calm exterior Nora could taste a small amount of fear dripping off her. It wasn’t enough. She needed more to make up for the lack of honey. To fill the rumbly in her tummy. Blood started to drip from the empty white sockets the creature had for eyes. Inside the body, the galaxies began to swirl accompanied by the faint sound of people screaming. It all got sucked up into the void behind her. The screaming stopped abruptly, leaving them both standing in silence. Nora let them stand like that for a minute. A woman and a creature made of space without stars. “You’ve got one minute to give me the doll or I do that to your apartment.” Actually, Nora didn’t care about the doll anymore. This was turning into good old fashioned fun. She just wanted Sofie to pee her pants in fright. 

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“No honey- don’t throw that it is a first edition copy!” Sofie wasn’t sure what figure in the universe she had pissed off to bring her to her current predicament, but she’d say a thousand mea culpa’s if it meant shape shifting children that turned into the void would no longer appear in her living room and tossing through her things. It was frankly unnerving. 

She winced as screams overtook her living room. Sofie took a few more steps back until her back bumped into the kitchen table. It was screams and chaos and then- silence. She opened her eyes. She hadn’t realized she’d closed them. Her eyes flashed a dark, angry red. It was an ultimatum. This was quite possibly the second worst day of Sofie Du Pont’s horribly long existence. “Fine.” She hissed. “Just don’t touch anything else.” She hurried to the trunk that served as a coffee table, making sure to give the void-child a wide berth. She dug through carefully wrapped statuettes and vases until finally- “Got it.” Sofie set the doll down several feet away from the girl, and then skittered toward the edge of the room. “Take the doll, diabełek. You win this time.”

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Sofie’s fear was delicious. A base of vanilla gave it a nice warm taste rounded with the scent of emptiness. If asked Nora would never be able to describe the smell of emptiness, but her nose knew it. A lot of people smelled like emptiness when they were afraid. A trace of citrus trailed through Sofie’s fear. It was fine dining. Nora’s internal yelp reviewer gave it a nine out of ten. She would be dining here again. As Sofie relented, Nora’s illusionary body stretched impossibly taller through the ceiling and into the ground before the black hole behind it started to spin. The body began to spin with the black hole getting sucked into it as it spun faster and faster. The body and the black hole merged together as they merged they got smaller and smaller. Until it was a spinning mass the size of a gobstopper. Nora opened her mouth allowing the illusion to fly in her. With a pop, it was all gone. Then there was just Nora. Small and finite. Standing there in her frayed and worn clothes that needed a good washing and repairing. Nothing extraordinary about her. That was the fun of it, wasn’t it?

Nora sat next to where the doll was placed, crossing her legs under her.  “Are you there?” Nora’s head tilted to the side as she examined the doll. It was definitely a… doll. Sofie could have at least stored it better. It looked old and like it was supposed to be a clown and a baby. Which was really dumb, because everyone knew clowns couldn’t be babies. Tentatively Nora reached out to grab the doll. It was heavier than it looked on account of the porcelain. She spotted a crack on its cheek. “I’m here to save you.” The clown baby’s mouth didn’t move but words still came out. “Fuckin’ finally. I’ve been dying in that chest. Do you know what it's like to be dead and dying?” Nora nodded, her blank face just as empty as ever. Of course she understood. Nora got to her feet and back to the window. “This was fun.” Nora addressed Sofie. “We’ll do it again.” She told the woman before starting the climb out the window.

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Sofie tried not to look at where the once-girl stood. But her eyes kept drifting up to see the beast with the bright white eyes, eating the spinning void as if it were a sweet. And then, after what had felt like an eternity, the girl was human shaped once more. Sofie stood in the corner, her fangs still on full display like some hissing feral cat. 

She watched as the little devil sat down and talked to the doll as though it would talk back. It wasn’t going to talk back, Sofie had had that doll for over a century and it had never once-

It talked. 

The accursed thing actually talked. 

She blinked, dumbfounded as the little beast stood up and took the doll with them, back out the window. “We most certainly will not be doing this again.” She huffed, scrambling to the window to shut it, and locked it for good measure. She watched them go for a minute before hastily shutting the curtain. 

So much for a quiet evening at home. 

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

MAN after i finish dragonborn on the eryn save i am absolutely gonna give this bitch a break and let her try and build one of the hearthfire houses

[theyarebothgunshot]

thinking of working from home tomorrow too haha. are you having a birthday party tomorrow? (also what is your happy place go-to jib panel to watch?)

-🍯

*devil on your should voice* do ittttt!

one of my fave jib panels to watch, one that always makes me smile like a fool, is jib 5, because they are so smiley and giggly during that one that i have no choice but to join them ghdfh

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

Tag game!!

Ty for tagging me @whoreforseresin ILYSM bby<33

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle-aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

No pressure tags: @bussyslayer333 @tongue-like-a-razor and @birdy-bat-writes

[random-french-girl]

@powerbottomavasilva

[studiousbotanist]

@countymir replied to your post “fields of mistria is really adorable and i LOVE...”:

RYIS IS SO CUUUUUUTE i am also going for hayden though his chicken sold me

​HENRIETTA IS GREAT !!!!!! henrietta sweep !!!! o7 like literally you get to share henrietta in the marriage . what else do u need .

[shepardyke]

Leave Us Here (We’re Fine) is so bg3 coded for me, at least for my playthrough like it’s a silly sounding song .. when they say “we’re just visually optimistic so leave us here we’re fine” and it’s like yeah i bet you guys ARE visually optimistic… bet you’re freaking out about these worms in your brains on the inside though…. and sure the genius lyrics might not be accurate but “you use me to gain some rich affection but never wanted me anyway” kind of screams the pim/emperor dynamic like … wheeewww… whew… leave us here we’re fine!!!

[probablyasocialecologist]

Maintaining the biodiversity of sheep is not just important for knitters and spinners, but for the health of the environment. Essentially, a sheep functions like a carbon sequestration system. Atmospheric carbon makes up 50 percent of wool's weight, and, unlike synthetic fabrics, wool is naturally biodegradable. When disposed of, wool acts like a fertilizer, slowly releasing valuable nutrients and carbon back into the soil. Wool fixed carbon in the topsoil rather than releasing it into the atmosphere. This process can help regenerate pastures, which sheep will graze. And sheep can help answer the problem of how to avoid far-flung fiber supply chains. Because sheep do well in such an extraordinary range of terrains, wool is a natural choice for people interested in rebuilding local systems of cloth manufacture. Certain breeds are more suited to certain atmospheric and geologic conditions than others, so preserving diversity also means preserving the geographic range in which sheep can flourish.

Sofi Thanhauser, Worn: A People’s History of Clothing

[chiiyuuvv]

WHEN YOU CALL THEM BY THEIR NAME

• PAIRING — bf!riize x gn!reader

• GENRE — worried riize, seunghan is suggestive

• WORD COUNT — 482

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — request on wattpad

• TAGLIST — @moonlightdarlings , @cake1box

MASTERLIST! – JOIN THE TAGLIST!

SHOTARO ☆

After sticking your tongue at you, shotaro decided that he had no choice but to tickle you

Has you on the floor, kicking your feet with a massive smile on his face

"T-taro.. SHOTARO" stops immediately

"Is everything alright? Was i going to far?"

You sticked your tongue at him again, so he just continued ♡

EUNSEOK ☆

You were having a bad day, so eunseok decided to buy you a plushie

"Eunseok!!" You would gasp as he turns around your chair, engulfing him in a big hug

"Do you like it?" He would whisper in your ear, his voice calm and deep as he rubbed circles on your back

Doesnt mind if you call him by his actual name, thats just your way of saying you really like it

And spoils you for the rest of the night ♡

SUNGCHAN ☆

Sungchans doing his regular 'ol teasing about how short you are

Its gotten to the point where you just ignore him, until he starts poking your shoulder

"hey short-" "sungchan. Im trying to watch my show."

"Oh.." thinks hes went to far, and starts pouting beside you

But you pull him into a hug, letting him know that youre just really anxious for when sofie was going to slap chad in the face ♡

WONBIN ☆

"Do you like it?" His arms were wrapped around your waist, his head on your shoulder as he puts a necklace on you

You gasp. "Wonbin.." and he lifts himself up

"W-was it bad?? I could get you a new one o-or"

You'd have to stop him. "I love it."

"Oh." He'd say with a shy smile, looking down and wrapping you in a hug ♡

SEUNGHAN ☆

You guys were having your "loving" time

Seunghan holding you down on his lap as he starts to attack your neck with purplish bites

"Mm.. seunghan." He immediately stops, looking up at you with worried eyes

"Did i do something wrong? Did you not like it?" "Babe what are you talking about?" "You only call me hannie!!"

Then you'd have to explain that you like it, you really like it. "Oh." Then he continues ♡

SOHEE ☆

Sohee wouldnt wake up

"Hehe.. soso.. are you dead or something?"

You said his name, and he immediately shot up

"W-what happened? Am i late? Am i dreaming??"

You said his name again, shutting him up before cuddling with him ♡

ANTON ☆

You were in the bathroom when you shouted his name

Runs to you all worried and shocked because you never call him anton. Its usually babe or baby or ton or ant

"Baby are you okay?! Do you need pads or something?!" He figured you were on your period

"Do you think i could pass off as a dude?" You open the door revealing the makeup you used to show you mustache and beard

Takes a second to process before bursting out laughing "here, lemme help you." ♡

[bradshawsbitch]

halo effect | bradley bradshaw x reader

PLEASE, heed these warnings. this is porn without plot, 18+ only, minors absolutely do NOT interact!!

disclaimer; this came about after an unhinged convo with @whoreforseresin thank you sofi!!! this is just a smidge dark. hyper realism(?).

Bradley is in his late thirties/early forties. daddy.

this one goes out to all us fatherless girlies 🫶

plot: Commander Bradshaw is content with his job as a Top Gun instructor and mentor, and very careful to never abuse his power...

word count; 2.8K.

warnings; female reader, afab, daddy kink, ddlg, abuse of power, power imbalance, naval inaccuracies, condescencion, dumbification, sub space, ass play, spit kink, creampie, p in v, unprotected sex, hair pulling, spanking, dry sex, size kink(?), rank kink(?), uhhhh rooster has a huge cock we been knew.

tagging people who might like; @notroosterbradshaw @roosterforme @mak-32 @roleycoleyreccenter @lewmagoo @rhettabbotts @hangmanapologist @hangmanbrainrot @sebsxphia @roosterbruiser @theharddeck @gretagerwigsmuse @mothdruid @laracrofted @sunlightmurdock @topguncortez

Nothing could have prepared Rooster for this situation. For how he had so easily fallen into skewed morals and excuses. After climbing the ranks and being honored to come on as an instructor for Top Gun as he neared his forties, Bradley felt comfortable in the choices he’d made, the views he had - and he felt very strongly about right and wrong, and not abusing the power he held as a higher ranking officer than some of his pupils. 

Commander Bradshaw was still flying most days, spending countless hours researching and learning more of new technology, working closely with engineers and lecturing and offering advice to those attending his lectures. Just recently, he’d been assigned a trainee, a woman in her mid to late twenties, who’d finished up at Top Gun just the year before. That’s where it had started.

In the beginning, she’d been like any other colleague, and Rooster had been careful to treat her as he would any other individual he was the responsible supervisor for. He was supposed to help her in her path to becoming an instructor, just like himself. She was sharp. Witty, and always had a quick mouth - something that had gotten her into some trouble with him in the beginning. She was used to taking up space unapologetically, and that, Rooster admired immensely. 

Now though, as he had her bent over his desk with her flight suit pooled by her ankles, her soft gasps spilling from parted lips, Rooster wondered briefly if he was abusing his position of power over her. He’d of course noticed the way her eyes twinkled, the way she bit her lip and seemed so eager to please her superior officer and mentor. How she’d lightheartedly flirted, and how he had done nothing to stop it. In fact, he’d found himself winking at her when their eyes met across the room. 

Something he knew she thought he did with everyone to check in on them - she was however proven wrong when Rooster had begun to inch closer to her when they were in conversation, towering over her, letting his boot knock with hers, his hand brush close to her body as he reached for a folder. 

She was intoxicating though, and Rooster was only a man after all, with her soft curves and fucking incredible tits… it was difficult not to get affected when she reacted so strongly to his subtle flirtations. 

She had come into his office late one night, asking questions after a grueling day of flight training and offering her advice on her research. That night she had seemed so high strung, a slight whine and breathlessness to her voice as she spoke “Commander Bradshaw…” as she entered the room, brows furrowed, eyes misty with frustration as she showed him a passage that was underlined heavily in her book.

“I– I don’t, fuck, it doesn’t make any sense when compared to the F-35, sir–” Bradley could only let the softest of smiles grace his lips as his hand moved on its own accord, reaching up to let the back of his hand stroke her cheek softly.

“Shh, calm down… relax,” his voice was steady and deep, intending to halt her in her stressed out spiral. What he didn’t anticipate was the soft whimper that would leave her at his touch, her head falling forward slightly as her breath hitched in her throat. 

“Is there something the matter, Lieutenant?” Bradley raised a brow, a small smirk on his face as he braved up, letting his palm slide to grip her chin, eliciting another gasp from her plump parted lips.

“Are you high strung, Lieutenant?” Rooster purred, and was rewarded by her soft, compliant noise, brows furrowed and breathing labored as she nodded pitifully against his palm.

“Aw, do you need your Commander to help you relax a little?” nodding again, Rooster let himself sit back in his office chair, legs spread, inviting her to straddle him if she so pleased.

With a soft moan she sank down, her hands quickly gripping his shoulders as her legs encompassed his hips, toes barely gracing the floor, putting her weight right on top of his stirring cock. Another soft whimper left her lips, followed by a pout “Commander Bradshaw…” Rooster let his large hands grip her hips, his lips slowly exploring the exposed skin of her neck as she mewled softly at his touch. Hips swiveling slowly down against his hardening cock.

“Shh, baby… I’ll guide you through this, I’ll help you out,” Bradley murmured against her neck as he helped her grind her clothed cunt against him. 

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good already, baby,” her soft moan urged him on, gripping her hips tighter and fucking up into her core. The friction of her clothed pussy against the underside of his cock felt heavenly, and as his khaki uniform trousers tented, he felt his swollen tip catch against her surely soaked core… he was so close, felt his cockhead sink just slightly… just what the fabric of their uniforms would allow. He cursed softly under his breath, which had picked up considerably as his trainee bounced on his lap, sighing and gasping as she felt his hard cock stimulate her sensitive clit.

“Please, Rooster–” small hands grasped at his shirt, his hair, his shoulders - needy for more “please, fuck me, I need you so bad,” looking into her eyes, he saw that she did need him. Needed him perhaps more than he originally thought. There was a vulnerability in her gaze that made his cock twitch, a trust there, and an innocent need to please him - that paired with her soft cry as she came had Rooster shooting his load in his pants, grunting hard as they kissed sloppily for the first time. 

And so it had progressed. Rooster had never met a woman like her, had never met anyone who was willing to put their trust in him as she did. She trusted him to care for her, to see to her safety and wellbeing - not only in their line of work, but sexually too. She followed his lead, so deliciously submissive and pliant, hanging on to his every word. They’d discussed it all of course after that first time, when Rooster had spotted that glint, that misty, faraway look in her eye - the one that made him suspect she desperately needed to let go… to slip away. To be taken care of. 

So now, a half year down the line, he had her bent over his desk, her soft mewls still filling his otherwise silent office. “Roos–” she whined, before receiving a harsh spank to her ass as Bradley dragged his cock between her slick asscheeks. He’d made a point of spreading her slick, letting his own spit slowly drip from his mouth, reveling in the way her body spasmed as it unexpectedly came into contact with her tight hole, dribbling slowly down to her puffy cunt. 

“Look at you, so pretty… what do you need, baby?” Rooster was cooing, letting his palm soothe the sting it had just landed on her ass, kneading and separating her cheeks just to see how her holes were clenching around nothing in anticipation of his cock. 

“D-daddy!” fuck, how he loved when she called him that. A growl rumbled deep within his chest as he brought his hand up to fist her hair, roughly pulling her against his broad chest.

“You want daddy to fuck this tight litte pussy of yours?” he gritted out through clenched teeth, biting down on her earlobe as she whined and squirmed against his strong hold. “Need this needy little cunt to be filled with daddys cock?” gasping and whining, she nodded, a pitiful whimper leaving her as her chest heaved rapidly. 

“Tell me. Tell me you want to be filled to the brim with my cum.” Bradley commanded, one hand roughly grasping her tit, pinching her pebbled nipple before palming it again. 

“Please, please… daddy– need y’to fill.. my needy little pussy,” she gasped as Roosters thick fingers delved into her slick folds, drawing sharp, tight circles on her clit, before letting his fingers slip into her to prepare her for him “w-want your hot cum so– so deep in me.. oh fuck, Rooster!”

“Mm, good girl… so good for your daddy, is that it?” she nodded, almost sobbing as his fingers retracted from her fluttering pussy, only to sob in relief as he shoved the same fingers into her mouth, her tongue eagerly swirling around them, and those pretty lips suckling him so good. 

“You’re being so good baby, asking so nicely for daddy’s cock,” he was cooing now, something he knew made her eyes roll back into her head, body almost going limp against his hold as her breath hitched. 

Slowly, he lowered her back down to his desk, her bare chest resting against the wood, legs spread for him. Letting the tip of his cock slowly drag up and down her folds, parting them and gently letting it prod at her entrance, she whimpered again. Rooster groaned softly as he looked at how the head of his cock slowly sank in, just the tip, before he withdrew again - over and over, letting her clenching opening create delicious pleasure around his sensitive cockhead. 

Moaning softly, he withdrew slowly to push in a bit deeper, reveling in the way her desperate moans fell more frequently now, hips rutting back against his cock to try to fuck herself onto his cock. It was honestly adorable. 

Strong hands gripped her hips “Gotta stay still for me baby, daddy decides when you’re ready to take it all,” his voice was stern, and now he could see tears glittering in her eyes as she let out a small sob, one that made his heart clench just a little in his chest. “Aw, baby, shhh, I’ll give it to you, daddy’s here - don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you sweet thing,” he murmured as he fucked his cock slowly deeper and deeper, withdrawing slightly before fucking himself closer and closer to the hilt of his cock.

“Taking it so well, honey… fuck, look at you… look so pretty with my cock buried so deep in your needy cunt,” Rooster again let his spit slowly drip onto her hole, and he felt her pussy hug his cock a little tighter as it made contact with her skin, a broken moan tumbling from her lips as she repeated the words “daddy” over and over again. 

��That’s it, baby - let go for me… I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, fucking into her in a steady rhythm, his palms squeezing and kneading her asscheeks, his thumb gently swirling his spit around her tight hole, making her chest heave and gasps and whimpers fell closer and closer together as he stretched her with his cock.

“Fuck, baby - you’d look so pretty with a cute little plug in that tight ass of yours… gotta fuck you when you’re all filled to the brim… you’d like that, wouldn’t you honey? Stuffed so full?” he was cooing again, heart warming at her little nod against the wood beneath her cheek. Rooster could see the streaks of tears that had fallen down those cute little cheeks, and saw a soft glimmer on the wood, which he realized must be a small pooling of her drool. 

Throwing his head back, his cock stirred inside her plush cunt at the sight of her drooling for his fucking cock “Fuck, baby! You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” he groaned as he sped up, his fat cockhead brushing against her spot over and over again, drawing high pitched whines and sobs from her form. 

“Answer me.” he growled, letting his palm gently swat at her asscheek “No, daddy! Don’t–” god, this fucking brilliant girl, smart as all hell, had just yesterday talked him through advanced aerodynamics, was fucked so dumb by his cock. 

“Too much of a dumb baby huh? My dumb little slut,” Rooster sounded just a bit condescending, letting his thumb swipe away some of the drool that had gathered by the corner of her pretty lips. A pout was forming as she nodded obediently “Your dumb little baby slut, daddy,” she didn’t even make sense, Rooster looked at her with pity as he drove deeper and deeper into her.

“You’re so pretty like this, sweetheart, so dumb for me,” only gasps was leaving you now as Roosters grip on your hips tightened, fucking into you deeper and harder, almost lifting you clean off the floor to get a deeper angle, driving your hips to meet his thrusts as he felt that familiar tightening in his lower abdomen, could feel his balls tightening with the need to spill deep into your welcoming heat.

“Daddy I’m– gon’-- oh, s-so good, please, please,” you were babbling incoherently, but Bradley knew you were close, could feel your fluttering walls. Every time he made you cum from penetration alone, he felt on top of the fucking world.

“Please fuck me fuck me fuck– don’t stop, oh god, Rooster don’t stop, please - keep fucking me so good, I’m gonna cum so hard on your cock, please— oh! I love your cock daddy, fuck, I love– I– please cum in me Sir, please I’ve been so good please let me have your load” you were sobbing, eyes rolling back in your head as Bradley’s harsh, deep thrust picked up speed, thick head repeatedly hitting that sweet spot over and over as he slammed your hips back against his thrusts, your feet now off the floor as he had your hips and ass in a tight grip against his cock. 

“Cum for me, baby, daddy’s gonna fill you up so good,” Rooster growled, throwing his head back as he felt you tip over the edge, creaming on his cock with a drawn out string of moans, intertwined with ‘daddy’ and what sounded like ‘thank you’.

Bradley himself drove harder into you, speeding up and fucking you through your orgasm, eyes transfixed on the way his cock moved in and out of your cunt, seeing it become wetter, a ring of your creamy cum settling against his base. The sight was enough for Bradley to stutter his hip, driving deep, hips flush with your ass as he twitched and shot his warm load deep into your fluttering pussy, hips jerking slightly to grind it deeper into you. 

Grunting loudly, Bradley stayed with his softening cock buried deep within you as he caught his breath. Your upper body was still pressed against the desktop, and Bradley gently slipped out of you before he gathered you in his strong arms, shushing you softly as you nuzzled your face into his neck, his scent soothing you.

“Did so good for me baby, felt so fuckin incredible… are you okay, sweet thing?” Bradley was stroking your hair, kissing your forehead and making sure his arms were wound tight around you, wanting you to feel safe and cared for.

“Feel so good, daddy…” you murmured against his skin, pawing softly at his bare chest whilst nuzzling even closer into his neck, making him smile. “You’re so good to me, baby, sweetest girl I know,” Bradley murmured softly, gently guiding you to the sofa situated against one of the walls of his home office, where he laid you down, before rising.

“Where you going?” you pouted as he moved to retrieve some water and a snack from his nearby stash. “Shh, baby, just want to care of my baby love, okay? Getting us some nice drinks, some wipes so I can clean you up real good okay, honey?” he spoke slow and soft, and a soft little smile played on your lips, eyes still a little dazed and hazy as you nodded. 

“Good girl,” Bradley praised as he came back, cleaning you up and helping you drink and have a little something to eat before he again wrapped you up in his arms, letting you settle against his chest, where he could feel you leaving kisses as you sighed happily. 

“Love you, babygirl,” Bradley murmured, kissing the top of your head. 

“Luv you, Roos,” you murmured back as your eyes drifted closed. Bradley was well aware that he shouldn’t have started this all of those months ago, and maybe he had abused his influence as your mentor and instructor… but fuck, it felt so good. Felt so good to know you let him take care of you, relieve you of the stress of being one of the most brilliant women at Top Gun.

[miseta]

Chapter 3 ➺ Calmly panicking 

Starting over In Madrid

Misa Rodriguez x Reader (Nicky/first person)

After moving to Madrid as the new Real Madrid photographer, Nicky's eyes can't look away from the pretty face of Misa Rodriguez. But how is she going to handle her growing desire for the Canarian goalkeeper when her working contract's strictly forbidding her to date players?

Chapter 1 ➺ A harder job than I thought Chapter 2 ➺ Clearly on a bad slope

Holà, this is chapter 3. Not sure about the trigger warnings but I don't think it needs one. I think the way I want to tell my story works better by leaving some suspense. Let's say it's a slow burn and obviously and they will make out one day, so at a time there will be some explicit but not crude scenes. Reminder: I'm french. Don't hesitate to tell me if there there's very strange sentences or things you don't get. Sorry I hope to get better by writing.  

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"That one’s actually very good, Hayley !" The camera screen displayed the goalkeeper in the air, her jumping body suspended as she grabbed the ball in her gloves. Droplets of sweat nimbed her forehead and spread all around her. Her thick brows were frowned in the effort. In addition to her beauty, what made the photo stood out was the technically tricky to capture action of Misa s’moving body. 

Things were surprisingly going well at the Ciudad. Nothing had changed between Misa and I and as I was getting very fond of my job so I had commited for it to stay that way. We were having photo lessons almost every day after training sessions, occasionally joined by the northern girls Sofie, Freja and Caroline. But most of the time, it was the three of us that sat in a pitch corner, talking for hours until the staff would finally kicked us out of the stadium. 

"Thanks Nicky! I’m thinking about buying a camera, I love photography for real!." Boasted Hayley. 

"You should, teacher says you’re ready". Hayley had indeed proven herself an implicated student. She had applied my technical advices but she had also been willing to experiment on her own. As a result, she showed a taste for moving models and lights effects. Sometimes she would take neat actions with sharp details, sometime she’d rather set the presets to create blurry scenes where the bodies outlines melted in the background. 

As to Misa… well Misa’s photos were Misa’s. She was having a hard time to concentrate and her taste level was really questionnable. She would put too much grain or contrast. Every shots were oddly framed. When I tried to guide her toward subtler artistic choices, she had said "Pero me gusta el efecto !" or "Vale Nicky, but I am the artist" with her now well known over the top manners. Misa was much: pretty, athletic, funny, goofy… and stubborn. She was doing everything at a hundred per cent, perhaps except listening.

So, I was rather irritated when she sat on the grass, ostentatiously sulking because I had not complimented her own work. Hayley, of course, wasn’t helping. "Maria Isabel hasn’t done her homework but wants to be praised!". 

"I did but teacher doesn’t like me !" She moaned. 

"Maria Isabel should be in detention." I said calmly. 

"Por qué !? No !" She shot me an offended look and grumpily crossed her arms on her chest. 

"Porque no escuchas nada and teacher is fed up." I was clearly enjoying myself at teasing Misa with the most calm. 

"You don’t like my style, that’s all." She laid on her back, arms still crossed. Hayley walked over her, bent and angled the camera into her face and started taking pictures of the moody girl. "It’s because you don’t have one sweetie" She said. Misa opened her mouth wide, outraged. She rolled over on her belly, hiding her face from Hayley unceasing photoshoot. "Come on Misa! I’m sure you can do better, you’re not even trying!" 

"I may have one last idea to help Misa get it…"Both head turned to me." There is a photo exhibit at Matadero Art Center just now. Maybe we should give it a try. And Misa will find what she likes." 

"That would be great !" Said Hayley. She had stopped taking pictures and was now sat besides the goalkeeper. Misa moved to the side. "I already know what I like" she said frowning. We stared at her, eyebrows raised. "All right, we’ll go to your museo…". She sat up still pouting. "But before…" She stood up and reached out to me with an incredible speed. She easily heaved me in her arms and had me laying on my back before I got to know what was happening. "Misaaaa what the fuck ?!"

Misa, on all four over me, smirked and pined me to the ground with her strong hands. "Let’s switch roles ! Hayley come over and take some silly photos of Nicky for a change !" I was laughing hard and… getting aroused by Misa topping me. Her firms grasp and her weight were burying my hands into the grass. A naughty smile appeared on her beautiful face. "Let me go !" I shouted. I was breathing hard from struggle against her and from growing frankly excited. Hayley clicked madly on the camera trigger. She couldn’t see Misa’s penetrating gaze. Was it me or was she breathing harder too while keeping me lying down didn’t seem to cost her in the slightest? I closed my eyelid, too aware of the lens focused on me to look Misa in the eyes. Too turned on by everything that was going on… appart from the oppressing clicking noise and Hayley’s presence. 

"I think we’re good and that it will be ugly, I promise" I heard Hayley. I felt the pression of Misa’s hands disappeared. I opened my eyes to find she had straighten up. Her legs on each side of my waist, she was peering down at me intensely. "I think you deserved that" she said, satisfied. 

"I don’t think I deserved that much" I responded, catching my breath. 

"You two, go get a room it’s becoming embarrassing ! Cuidad is closing, we have to leave". I had almost forgotten Hayley. Her voice was taking me back to reality. We both smiled nervously. 

Misa got up, held out her hands to help me standing. As I took them she pulled me a bit too strongly, I lost balance and landed against her. My mouth touched the base of her neck only a second. She smelled a mix of sweat and perfume. She steadied me in her arms an instant. "I just saved the teacher, does it mean I’m no longer in detention ?" She released me. She hadn’t lost her smirk. 

I composed myself again and took my authoritarian tone at once. "You are grounded for a month, both of you ! And in detention at the museum without question!"  

***

I called Angela on the evening. I felt the urged to talk. Not especially about me. I just wanted to feel the connection with my best mate again but surely the conversation topic went on my new footballer friends. 

"… and you’ve given them photo lessons almost every day ? Wow, Nicky I didn’t know you had that kind of patience !" 

"How you would you know Angela, Madrid is changing me. I am a much more sensible and patiente personne." 

"Still hard to believe… Anyway, I’m glad you hang with them. I like this Hayley, fuck the clause I would have seen you getting together. She has a sensitive fiber like you and seems fun !"

"humm, no Hayley’s a friend." I was laying down in my bed, calling Angela for at least an hour and a half now. I pictured Hayley in my mind. In derry, she was the total package and the two of us were really getting along well. But as pretty as she was, I wasn’t attracted by her. I was, despite all my efforts, always caught up with my attraction to Misa. Her poor photographer skills and moody behavior were so endearing to me and I felt more and more charmed by the goalkeeper’s whole personality. 

"Nicky are you there ?" I didn’t realized I had stopped listening. 

"Sorry ? What ?" 

"I was saying I admire you, just being friend with such hotties ! I couldn’t !

"Yeah, incredible right ?! I closed my eyes, I was sure Angela had heard the nervousness of my tone.  

"Oh no Nicky! Which one ?!" I smiled. It felt good she knew me so well.

"You won’t believe me…" 

"Spit it out !"

"It’s Misa…" I was gazing at the celling, my absent smile widened as I spoke her name. 

"Misa?? But she seems… I mean you don’t seem to have a lot in common."

"I know, anyway I shouldn’t even think about it…"

"But you do… ?" 

I heavily sighed. Misa’s smirking face appeared in front of my eyes. "Yes… but I also think about the clause, the fact that I’m bound to it, that my working visa depends on this job that I love, and so is my lease…"

"Ok ok Nicky it’s alright, calm down. You’re finding a girl cute, what a big deal? You’re at least allowed that ! You are not doing anything wrong, you’re not doing anything at all, relax !" 

"You’re right" As usual, Angela had found the words to reassure me. "But still, fucking clause !" I sweared. 

"Fucking clause…" echoed Angela. 

***

I received a message from Hayley on the morning before the exhibition visit. 

My family are paying me a surprise visit just now. They came from Sidney I had no idea !!! This is crazy sorry for the museum I really wanted to go but I’ll spend the day with them. Im so happy 

I answered it was ok and to enjoy her family time. Then I texted Misa. 

"Hayley’s family’s just showed up and she can’t come. Do you still wanna go ?"

Misa’s text bubble appeared and disappeared a few times leaving me wondering what answer I was wishing for. 

"Do I have the choice ? I thought it was my punishment…" 

I grined, loving her playful side. Or was she … flirting ? 

"You’re right but teacher would rather you go to your detention willingly." 

"huh teacher wants a lot. What else teacher wants from me ?" 

I gasped. She was flirting ! My mind ran wild, imagining the numerous things I craved from Misa. I breathed out deeply, tried to focus again as I pictured myself fiery kissing her. I had to take control of my brain again. I had to bury the surging wave of desire I felt at the simple idea of Misa wishing to give me what I wanted. 

"Teacher wants you to have a good time" was the most diplomatic and sober answer I could come up with. I quickly added "See you then" to put a stop to that dangerous conversation. 

"I’d say let’s see what’s going to happen. See you Nicky"

Wow, she was going for real ! How the hell was I going to survive the afternoon ?! 

***

I was gulping down hard when I joined Misa at the entrance of Matadero Arts Center of Madrid. I felt so tensed when we hugged but Misa appeared to be her usual self. Once again, she gave no sign that something was going on between us and once again I wondered if I hadn’t misjudged her intentions. 

We headed inside. The center was formed by many huge bricked houses which happened to be old slaughterhouses. None of the previous gloomy functions of the place has remained, it was now very pleasant to walk in the large aisles between the red buildings. In the middle of the afternoon, the sun was knocking hard on our heads. Misa was looking all around us, her hand above her dazzled eyes. "It’s a shame I’ve never been there before, living all these years in Madrid" 

We reached the exhibition hall a few minutes later. I bought the tickets. Misa was following me closely. She clearly wasn’t in her element as we moved forward inside the vast hall. The exhibition was called "Deportes: fotografía en movimiento" and shown various approaches of taking picture of athletes. I was surprised to see Misa very focused. She looked at each photo, paused a long time when she seemed interested or intrigued by something. 

"Misa, look at this one" The framed picture was showing gymnasts doing incredible acrobatic tricks. "Look at the geometric composition, that's what I was trying to explain about framing." Misa shook her head with enthusiasm. "I think I get it now, yes. But I have found what I want to do." 

She took my hand and led me to a more hidden corner where another series of photos were displayed on the walls. "Wait, what ?" I let out. There were cats and dogs on every pictures, and even a baby pig. "They are the athlete’s pets" She said happily. She hasn’t let go of my hand. "I think I want to photograph animals, or nature." She came to face me with the cutest smile, and thought I had severe doubts this was going to help Misa progress technically, I replied "Yes! Ok! Let’s give a try on naturalistic photography!". 

She smiled more widely, her hand still in mine, and her fingers softly stroked my palm while she loosened her grip. I started to panic. Her lips wore a more discreet smile as she watched me unsurely. She took a step forward. I had to react quickly but I didn’t want her to feel rejected. 

"Come on, I’m taking you to the park along the river. There is plenty of birds and plants for you to shoot." I grasped her hand back to take us out of the hall and out of the prickly situation. 

However, as we arrived at the park, I realized I had put myself in an even more perilous condition. The sun was setting. A light breeze was blowing in the trees. Birds were melodiously twitting nearby. An empty bench shield from the view was waiting for us at the end of a very lovely flowery path. I tried hard not to look at Misa. She was walking close to me, unusually quiet. I dared to take a look at her. She caught my side-eye and a shy smile appeared on her lips. What did I do? She was probably getting all wrong, imagining I had picked such a romantic place on purpose! 

We reached the oh so welcoming bench. None of us spoke as we sat. I starred at the distance. I was feeling my heart pounding hard in my chest. Misa was looking at her laps, timid all of a sudden. I had to say something. 

"You should try to shoot those flowers for a start" I tried as a diversion. "The red and bleu ones that look like the Barça kit. See, I’ve learnt about football." I added wanting to diminish the growing tension. "Oh no Barça please…" She rubbed a hand across her face. I had clearly said the wrong thing. 

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you" I put my hand on her shoulder. Her long hair was partially hiding her face. "Do… do you want to talk about it ?" I said hesitantly. She tensed. 

"You don’t know about the Clasico. We keep loosing against them every times and honestly, I’m used to it. It’s ok even though I’m doing my best but…" her voice trailed down as she took a deep breath. "Next Clasico is one week away and that’s the finale of the Copa de la Reina." She lifted her head to look me in the eyes. "I don’t know if I can take the pressure this time..." She was talking so openly to me. The fierce and funny goalkeeper was allowing her unsecured part to finally surface. And that was when I realized I cared for her. 

I took Misa into a hug. She sighed and buried her face in my neck. "You can do it Misa. I don’t know you for very long but I am certain that you can." She stayed there, her heavy breathing gently blowing my hair. "I really want to win!" She almost cried. "We keep doing better but we haven’t won any Spanish championship! Quiero ganar ostia!" She lifted her head again and I stopped hugging her. I was glad to see a frustrated grin back on her face. "You can do it! Hala Madrid! I feel part of the family now." I genuinely said to boost her up. She let out a soft laugh and ran her fingers through her hair. She took my hand again. "Gracias" she muttered. Her brown eyes found mine again. Her expression was so soft at this very moment. Her gaze went down to my mouth. I wanted to kiss her so bad. Her slightly parted lips quivered. My chest was about to explode as I slowly moved my face closer to hers.

At that precise moment, a loud buzzing sound came from Misa's pocket and had us both jump in fear. Misa straightened herself and took her phone out. I sled appart on the bench, breathing out a mix of relief and deep frustration. 

"Holà Jenni" Misa answered in a slightly irritated voice. "no, no conozco las noticias…" She rolled her eyes at me. I was too shaken to be amused by the situation. Misa and Jenni kept on talking on the phone. In fact, it was more like Misa was listening to an unstoppable Jenni. I wasn’t getting much of the quick flowing Spanish of Misa. Besides, I was once again buried deep in my thoughts. My heart and reason were battling heavily against each other. Misa was getting seriously annoyed the call wouldn’t finish. She was founding hard to even speak a world between the endless sentences of her best friend. She turned for me to read the word "Perdón!" on her lips several times as I scrolled mechanically on my phone. 

Minutes went by and night started to fall when Misa finally hung up. "I’m so sorry I should never have taken that call !" She sighted. I got up quickly "No prob. But it’s getting late, we should get going". Reason had won over heart for now. Or at least, chance had buy me time to really sort things out. Misa looked up at me, surprised. She hadn’t expected that. This time I didn’t dared to even take a glimpse at her. As I gave her no reaction, she let her head fall down in her hands. I heard her taking a deep breath before she finally stood up and started following me. 

Lulled by the light swing of the train, a part of me had cooled down. An other part was going crazy for real. Misa was wanting me. A calm, almost pleasant panic was filling me entirely on the way home. 

Chapter 4 ➺ Hell Clasico