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dariwrites03 · 28 days

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Fucked up Monday.

A/n: this is the first Ellie x female reader I’ve ever written so pls be kind ??? ( let’s be real, first thing I’ve ever written ngl) Also, English isn’t my first language so excuse my mistakes. Otherwise have fun!

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/daribertduck/748855174059130880/fucked-up-monday-23

Summary: Having Ellie as a friend is great. Having her as you’re patrol partner? Even better. Loving her though, that’s where all the problems begin. Especially since Ellie doesn’t feel the same, right?

Warnings: slightly mention of grief, anxiety,post apocalypse world!! Slightly curse words ( what’s you’re favorite curse word? Probably fuck.)

-5,9K words or something xx

The world suddenly became gray, the clouds got thicker and as the rain started to make its way down onto the dirty ground surrounding your house, you knew today was most definitely not a good day. But It's not like you didn't know that already. The last couple of days weren't great either, and that's not something you can blame on the terrible January weather.

No, partly you blame yourself for those terrible hours that turned into days you spent in front of your living room window wasting away important minutes, stuck with way too many thoughts to function. So many things you have to think over and over, without really ending up with an answer that satisfies you. And you blame her, too, for somehow making the world much darker than it already is. But deep down you knew that this wasn't the right way to go, you could not make her the center of your problems, couldn't build your own mistakes around her. But you'd like to try anyway.

Monday, only a week ago, everything was as fine as it could be, considering the circumstances. Because life in the post-apocalypse isn't always easy, because one of your closest friends, Dina, is in love with Ellie Williams. Because Ellie Williams is the girl you gave your heart many years ago.

This specific Monday,where everything went down, you were on patrol with Ellie. Over the past two months, it had become a ritual. The two of you made the best team in Jackson, using supplies judiciously and working smart and fast. Everyone could rely on you both, and you loved it. The feeling of being needed was something great. The idea of people believing and trusting you was something you wouldn't trade for anything. You loved to help, and God knows you were doing a pretty good job at it too.

That Ellie was the one assigned to you wasn't something you were mad about. You craved nothing more than the attention from the emerald green-eyed girl. Knowing that you two spent hours on patrol with nothing but meaningless conversations filling the air made life taste a bit sweeter. And Ellie felt the same way. From the moment you first exchanged words in Jackson, you both knew right away that whatever you had in your hearts for each other was too precious to let loose.

But now, that specific feeling you get whenever you think about her is probably the reason why you're scared in your living room, hiding from everything and everyone, but especially from her.

Having Ellie as your friend was incredible. You both talked about everything and always found playful words even in serious situations, lightening the burden on your minds. But being friends with her wasn't enough for you. You yearned to be closer, to have her in every way you could possibly want a human being. And that terrified you since your friend made her intentions about Dina very clear.

And having her as your patrol partner was the wisest decision Maria ever made. Even though you weren't always assigned to each other, the moments you shared on patrol were precious. The way you both moved in sync, anticipating each other's actions, spoke volumes. It was more than just duty; it was a connection that defied mere partnership.

At first,starting off new right after the parole training Tommy gave you, you were in a group with your cousin Dylan. He was a smart man, kind and caring—one of the closest people you'd ever call family. Not much older than you or your friends, but he lost his life in a fight with a bloader while the two of you went to check on an Abandoned School near Jackson. When you returned without Dylan by your side, the traumatic experience still etched into your bones, you explained the situation to Maria right away, sharing as many details as you could remember. You hoped that you wouldn't have to recount this nightmare of a story multiple times. You described to her exactly where it happened and how you somehow managed to escape, paying the price of Dylan losing his life while distracting the bloader. Maria promised to be there when you told all your family members and to send out a group of people to the building. Their mission: to finish off the bloater and retrieve whatever was left of Dylan for a somewhat respectful funeral. Something he deeply deserved.

After your conversation with Maria, she immediately called Ellie in to ask if it would be okay for her to pair with you. Returning to work wasn't something you originally had in mind, but in hindsight, Maria probably knew that working would keep your mind off things. She was also aware of the deep connection you had with Ellie. If she had assigned you to someone else, you might have been too terrified to venture close to the outside world ever again.

Ellie, however, always wanted to go on patrol with you. She hated the idea of you going with Dylan instead. It wasn't that she didn't like him; it was more that she felt like she lost control the moment the safe gates of Jackson closed, and she wasn't by your side.

The first couple of times the two of you went on patrol together were more challenging than you had anticipated. Sometimes, you believed you could still hear his screams echoing in the back of your mind. Other times, his anguished facefilled your thoughts, and you grappled with the regret of running in the opposite direction. The guilt of what you *should* have done never truly left your mind.

Maria, understanding the weight of your experience, altered the usual patrol routes for you and Ellie. She ensured that you both didn't have to cross the area where the incident with Dylan occurred. Deep down, you knew there was nothing you could have done to save Dylan, yet you couldn't help but blame yourself.

Ellie did her best to empathize, and you noticed and appreciated her efforts. While she couldn't erase all the pain, her presence made the feelings a little less overwhelming. You sensed that she was aware of this too since she let you sleep over at her place almost everyday since and somehow already knew when a new anxiety attack was about to happen without you even knowing it.However, over the past few weeks, you've been avoiding her, along with almost everyone else. The ache in your heart, triggered by thoughts of Ellie being with Dina, became too much for your frightened heart to bear. Distance seemed like the only viable solution—a way to shield yourself from the emotional storm.

On that bittersweet Monday,where the two of you headed out a little earlier than you'd prefer, the sun not yet fully awake, you embarked on a new route. Not far from Jackson, there lay a small town—one that Maria wanted both of you to investigate and "clean." With that purpose, you made your way over there.

As you and Ellie stepped into this town, its quiet streets greeted you. The air smelled of pine and nostalgia, and the sun cast long shadows across the wooden storefronts. Maria's instructions echoed in your mind.

Ellie walked beside you, her gaze scanning the facades. Her emerald eyes held a mix of curiosity and determination. You wondered what thoughts raced through her mind.

As you explored the town, you noticed faded murals on brick walls, their colors muted by time. Abandoned storefronts stood like sentinels, their windows boarded up, history locked within. The creak of a rusty swing in the town square hinted at children's laughter long gone. And somewhere, perhaps hidden in the shadows, lay the heart of this place.

With each step, you peeled back layers—the layers of dust, of stories, of forgotten dreams. The sun climbed higher, casting warmth on your shoulders.

"Hey, I thought I was funny!" Ellie's voice echoed in the back of your mind, snapping you back to reality and the conversation you and her had going on."God, Ellie, you know I love you lots, but do you have to be so weird?" you asked her, a smirk spreading across your face. "No idea what you're talking about, babe. Am I not allowed to express my love for clothing?" she said dramatically. "Not when you show up at a parole meeting wearing a cowboy hat?!" you said, laughing, recalling the expressions on Maria and Joel's faces when Ellie walked in. "It was a statement!" - "A fashion crime, that's what it was!" Your tone was amused. Ellie didn't respond to your playful jab and just shook her head, her laughter filling the air. That sound, that sweet sound you could never get enough of, made everything feel more than alright. It was just the two of you, on your horses, riding near a lake, continuing to cross the small town, laughing as if this was how it was meant to be. But the comfortable silence that enveloped both of you suddenly halted when you laid eyes on a massive, abandoned mall ahead. "Seems like we need to check this place out," Ellie said, her voice calm as she studied the map in her hands. You tightened your grip on the reins of your horse. "Alright, lead the way?" you asked her. She responded, "Already on it, princess." You rolled your eyes, but the nickname slid off you, making your heart beat faster.

Ellie dismounted her horse, handing you the reins. She strode toward the entrance, determined to open the massive door that separated you both from the darkness within. Meanwhile, you secured the horses to a nearby fence and joined Ellie, who stood waiting. "Ladies first," she quipped, making a sweeping gesture toward the freshly opened door. You rolled your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips. As you prepared to step inside, Ellie's hand pulled you back. "Spores. Masks on," she mumbled, adjusting her own mask. You followed suit, the cool fabric pressing against your face. Stepping over the threshold, you moved quietly, attuned to the sounds echoing through the abandoned mall from clickers and runners. Ellie held her gun with unwavering resolve, and you mirrored her stance. Her gaze met yours, locking in a shared understanding."Try not to get bit," Ellie said, her voice low. "I don't really feel like shooting you in the head today. Maybe tomorrow, though." Her eyes crinkled, a smile hidden behind the mask. You couldn't help but grin. "Fuck you, Williams," -"Nah, I'd prefer somebody else doing it."

As the two of you make your way deeper into the building, talking nonsense quietly while finishing off Clickers on your way, A loud sound makes you and Ellie stop in your tracks. ''what the fuck was that...'' She mumbled, and you're looking past Ellie in the direction the horror sound was coming from. ''I…”You were unable to speak, move or even breathe because you recognized that sound immediately. ''Hey, are you okay?'' You heard her saying, she moved closer to you and softly grabbed your shoulder with her free hand, shifting your chest so you're looking into her direction again.'' Babe, are you okay?'' Ellie repeated her Question, looking for something in your eyes, you cannot make out. Yet again you were unable to answer, fear slowly making its way up into your lungs, preventing you from breathing properly. She was about to say something again, but she got interrupted by the sound of loud footsteps moving into your direction, revealing one of the most terrifying things this 'new' world has to offer. ''A fucking Bloader...'' Ellie's whisper recalled in your mind and without even knowing it, you're back with Dylan. You were back in the school with him by your side, you hear him screaming your name in pain, begging you to leave, you taste the blood of his on your tongue. You can't breathe. Tears started to form in your eyes, the world got blurry, and that anxious feeling from that same night made its way back into your bones. The feeling of Ellie's hands drifting away from your shoulder, just past to your underarm. Her grabbing your hand was the only thing you noticed before a jerky movement brought you back into reality. Ellie was leading you up an Escalator, running as fast as your guys lungs allowed. ''Fucking shit, we have to move, princess!'' She said, her voice demanding. You couldn't say anything, not even recognizing the nickname she gave you that normally makes your knees weak, the only thing you were able to do was moving with her, her soft hands grabbing your underarm being the only reason you were able to move in the first place.

You couldn't even notice the way Ellie ran a bit faster than you, not letting go of your hand while shooting down upcoming Runners and Clickers, snuffing out whatever life they still clung to. You couldn't even hear Ellie's words as she spoke to you, couldn't see her breaking down a random door and pushing you both inside, closing it firmly and securing it with whatever heavy material she found to lock you two in. Your mind was a whirlwind of panic, grief, and regret. You couldn't move, tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to control your agonal respiration. The mask felt even more uncomfortable than it already was. Then, two soft hands carefully grabbed your face, removing the mask and gently resting on your skin. It was a lifeline back to reality.

"Babe, you're okay. We're safe. Come on, try to breathe with me, okay?"Her voice slowly penetrated your foggy brain. Your right hand automatically found her wrist, and for a moment, you tried to do what the brown-haired girl in front of you said—you tried to breathe. "Doing so good, Darling,"she encouraged. „Keep going. Focus on me, alright? Breathe in... hold it, love... okay, breathe out." The softness of her voice traveled up to your brain, dispelling the dark smoke that had clouded your thoughts. "Shit..."you whispered, not caring how pathetic you probably looked right now. Her eyes never left yours, and finally, you took your first real breath since arriving in the mall. "Yeah... that probably captures it best,"she said, her touch gentle as she caressed your cheek. She was still a bit out of breath from all the running.

You looked at her for a second longer, and for some inexplicable reason, everything didn't feel so dire anymore. Maybe it was because with Ellie by your side, you could never feel truly unsafe. A grin crept onto your face, and without bothering to hide it, you burst into laughter, tears still wetting your skin. Ellie stared at you, momentarily confused, but her expression softened. She wasn't able to hold on the grinning expression herself.

Ellie looked at you for a moment, her confusion giving way to laughter. "What the hell, the fuck was that?" you said, still chuckling. „I wish I fucking knew“ she said. Ellie's hands remained pressed against your cheeks, and you didn't mind at all. She grinned, pulling you a bit closer until her forehead rested against yours. "You feel okay, though?" she asked, her tone shifting back to concern. You replied quietly, "I'm with you, so... yeah." Ellie didn't say anything, but her touch lingered on your skin before she pulled away.

"Let's try to find a way out of here," she declared, already scanning the small store she'd barricaded you both into. Her movements were purposeful, and you appreciated her practicality. "I'm definitely not cleaning this entire mall up by myself."- „I mean, you did almost half of it already?“ you said, grinning again. „Yeah, the others can do the other half. I’m fucking done with this place.“

The closeness between you wasn't weird; it was familiar. Ellie had always been a touchable person, and you never complained. In fact, you loved the feeling of having her close—the warmth of her skin against yours. It had happened countless times before Hands touching a little too long, hugs that stretched into eternity, and mornings waking up tangled together. It was no longer something to overthink; it just was—a connection that transcended words.

You made your way through the store, noticing only just now that it used to be some sort of clothing shop. ''hey, look at that. Should I grab that for Dina?'' The voice from the opposite of the room bought your attention, you let your eyes travel their way to where your best friend is standing, holding up a basic brownish lined jacket, weirdly posing with it like she's some sort of model getting pictures taken. ''Yeah. Sure, do that.'' You said, already regretting how your voice sounded out loud. Ellie being in love with Dina wasn't news to you, you were the first person she ever told about her undeniable feelings towards Dina. That your heart shattered in about a million pieces isn't something you ever considered of telling her-You wanted to be supportive, knowing that Dina also felt the same about your best Friend. ''Is everything alright?'' Ellie said, confused by your lack of enthusiasm. ''Yeah, all good, just still, you know, fucked up from that bloader trying to rip us apart.'' You answered while pretending to look through some of the clothes. you practically didn't lie. The encounter with the bloader made you feel all weird and anxious, you were already struggling with not allowing yourself to even think about the incident and with that thing crossing your path it was almost inevitable to keep those memories locked away. Ellie looked at you as she isn't really buying it ''Hey, we don't have to leave right away. We surely can take a break?'' she suggested, making her way over to you. ''A break does sound fucking nice.'' You said, giving the slightly taller girl a tired smile. Ellie nodded at you, nudging your shoulder with hers while walking past you. Now opening a gray door behind the cash register with the words ''Employees only.'' written on lined paper.

Entering the common room was more than disappointing. Although there was an old sofa welcoming your stay, Ellie and you must've shared the same idea because before you could even make a step towards the in dark blue colored sofa, Ellie already dropped her body on it with a load groan. "Fuck you, move your ass over, El.'' You said, smirking as you moved to the small space. She looked up at you, her face blessed with another grin as she crossed her arms behind her head. ''Nah, I'm quite comfortable, thanks for suggesting it though!'' She closed her eyes and moved around on the cheap looking fabric to find the most comfortable position. ''Oh yeah? I mean, you wanted this. Practically dared me to do it'' You said. One of her closed eyes opened „what do you mean?“ she said. Without saying another word you set yourself as carefully as you can down on her lab. Ellie, on the other hand, dramatically lifted her upper body up, pretending to cough for much-needed air ''Help!! Help!! Doctor, I Can't breathe!'' Her arms went in every direction, making it seem like she's struggling to move, "c'mon, fuck you, I'm not even using my full body weight!" You said defending yourself. "Okay, okay, I'm done for. Dead, you won this round, you're officially the “Ellie defeater”.now get down!" She said, laughing as she gently pushed you from her lap. As you got up, Ellie actually made some space for you to sit down, which you did almost immediately. You lean your head against the wall behind you and look at your best friend now sitting leg crossed facing you. "You actually feeling okay tho?" she' asked for what felt like a million times today, which brought a small honest smile onto your face „yeah, as okay as I can be. Seeing that thing did bring some memories back, if rather forget. Thanks for saving me though" you said, playing with the strands of your jacket. „Yeah, glad to be your savior when time gets rough. You owe me one" she said, grinning. "Yeah, sure I owe you" you said. „Totally. Hmm," she said, pretending to think "what could you possibly do for me to regard me for saving your life?" with a grinning face she looked you up and down, and you knew immediately that what your friend had in mind wasn't something that's going to turn out good. „What are you thinking right now? Should I be scared?"- ''Don't know yet.'' Ellie said, lifting her body into a more comfortable sitting position."How about... I ask you a question, and you'll answer truthfully?" Ellie's words carried a weight of seriousness, and you couldn't help but feel anxious. "I'm always honest?" you replied, looking at her, bluffing with your answer. You knew that you weren't always honest, but you kept your own truth close to your heart because it wouldn't change the outcome anyway. Survival often required pretty white lies.

"Cut the bullshit. Okay, so... why are you avoiding Dina all of a sudden?" The question caught you off guard, and you looked at your best friend as if you'd just seen your dead cousin dancing with a Clicker in the distance. "What? I'm not?" you said, knowing Ellie wouldn't buy your bluff. "Hey, you promised to answer truthfully," she insisted, making you roll your eyes. "I never said I'll answer." You shrugged your shoulders, and Ellie gave you a slightly annoyed look.

"Babe... be honest," her voice calm and almost a whisper, her body leaning against the sofa frame. "Dina and I talked about this. She feels insecure, like she's done something wrong. And thinking about it, I feel like you've been avoiding me as well. The only time I ever see you is on patrol. It used to be more, you know? We barely talk. I think it's rather sad. Have I done something? Has Dina made you uncomfortable? Don't give me that look, love. I'm trying to understand you." Her voice shifted from calm to confused, and you knew right away that Ellie wouldn't let this go until she knew the real reason for your distance.

"No... Dina did nothing wrong."It's the only thing you're able to answer. You look down at your hand, playing with the matching bracelet you share with Ellie. „Did I do something...?"you hear her whisper, her voice filled with insecurity. Your heart clenches at the thought of being the reason why Ellie's overthinking her behavior. So, before you can overthink your next move, you look up to her. You move your body a bit closer and lay your hand on her knee, comfortably caressing the fabric of her skinny jeans.

"No... God, of course not. You did nothing wrong. It's just... it's me."Her eyes meet yours, and you know right then and there that you're fucked, unable to lie with her eyes looking at you like that. „What is it, then?"she whispers, resting her own hand on yours. The touch makes you feel like you need to run away as fast as possible. „I... I'm hurt, okay?"You say it with all the honesty in your heart. „Hurt? From what? Dina and I didn't—"You don't let Ellie finish her sentence. Instead, you get up from the comfortable sofa and run your hands over your face. "... this is exactly why I don't want to talk to either of you!"You're now standing in the middle of the room, looking at Ellie who remains in the same sitting position. Her eyes follow you as you pace the small common room.

"You and Dina, all day... when I hang out with you, you only tell me how beautiful she is, how perfect you guys are together, and how deeply in love you are. If I hang with D, it's the same fucking story."Your voice shakes with all the built-up anger inside of you. You're well aware that you don't have the right to be mad about those two people falling in love. You've never even addressed your feelings to anyone else except your mirror at 3 am. How are Ellie or Dina supposed to know that it's ripping you apart? "And what's your problem with that? And did Dina really say she’s into me too?" Ellie asks, and you couldn't help the tears already welling up in your eyes again. "Yes, she did, Ellie. You know she feels the fucking same," you say, your voice breaking into a desperate whisper.

"Hey, the fuck?" Ellie's voice is already alarmed with worry as she gets up to walk those three more steps, entering your personal space again. Her hand reaches for yours, but you subtly step away from her, your back slightly hitting the white wall behind you. "Love, what? Why are you crying? What does Dina feeling the same have to do with you avoiding us?" She asks, her eyes showing some sort of disappointment the second you stepped away from her."Just... forget it, okay? I don't want to talk about it." You mumble, your voice breaking. "But I want to talk about it." Ellie's eyes never leave yours until you look down at your dirty, almost broken Converse shoes. "Ellie, just leave it b—" You get interrupted by Ellie's sharp voice cutting you off. "For fucks sake, can you be fucking honest for once? I don't get your fucking problem. You don't talk, you ignore me and Dina, and now you're saying it's because Dina and I are falling for each other? I thought you're fucking happy for me! Like a best friend should be! I don't understand you, really, I don't." Her voice grows louder with every word. You try to say something again, but you can't bring yourself to talk. You notice Ellie walking toward you again, the wall behind you failing your escape. You felt anger rushing over you, mixed with regret and.. disappointment.

"How about you finally say what you think, huh? Can't go around treating your friends badly because you have some weird jealousy problems. It’s not my fault you don’t have other friends besides me”She's mad, and you know she doesn't understand your reasoning for drifting away from her. Deep down, you also know she's just hurt and, more importantly, scared of losing you.

"...Why are we still talking about this?" You say, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you look into her eyes. She's already looking at you, and god, she's close—too close. "We're going to talk about this until you tell me what's going on." Tears continue to stream down your face for the second time today but this time not because you were sad. You were angry, without even being sure at who you’re angry at.You shake your head, not wanting to answer, and begging to whatever is above you to somehow make Ellie drop the entire topic. ''No, no, you'll answer me right now. What the hell is wrong with you?'' Her hands grabbing your shoulders, pressing your body more against the wall behind you. „You already know it anyways, now let go of me.'' You said, although you were not even trying to pushing her away. ''Not until you answer me with your own words. I Can do this all day'' She said. ''fuck,els, you don't want to know, okay? Just forget it, let me go and let's get the hell out of here''-''So that you can ignore me again? Hell no, we're having this talk now even if it's the last thing I’ll do'' She demanded. ''I don't know what you want from me right now, Ellie!'' you said, voice rising as well with every new word leaving your lips. ''The truth! Why the fuck are you avoiding us?!'' You closed your eyes, taking all that bravery you have left inside you to speak the next heart wracking words filled with honesty. ''Because I Can't handle you falling for somebody else. Because knowing you want her breaks my fucking heart, because I want to be the girl you think about, talk about, dream about! Because I fucking love you, okay?! I’m sorry!” You looked at her, eyes scared, like a little puppy. She didn't answer but didn't let go of your shoulder either. ''you happy now?'' You said and before Ellie could prevent it, you took the moment of her confusion as a way to escape her grip, pushing her away slightly. That movement was the wake-up call Ellie needed because she grabbed your shoulder again just to push you into almost the same position, back pressed against the cold wall.

And suddenly, you waited—waited what felt like ages—for the eclipse of her cutting words to happen. You anticipated her telling you to never talk to her again, accusing you of selfishness, and lamenting the ruin of a perfectly good friendship. But instead, there was silence. The only sound that reached your ears was her deep breathing, mirroring your own. And in that hot, suspended moment, you feared she could hear your heart beating, laid bare and vulnerable for her to either take or break. You studied her face intently, fear gripping your heart. Scared of what you might find in her expression. She does the same. Ellie's eyes traced every contour, mapping your features as if committing them to memory. And then, abruptly, her gaze halted. It rested on your lips-

"What are you doing?" you barely whispered, your voice a fragile thread in the charged air. The brown-haired girl lifted her gaze to meet your eyes once more, only to trace a deliberate path back down to your lips. A soft, almost imperceptible pressure settled against your chin, her hands holding you in place. Her thumb danced gently over your bottom lip, igniting a flutter of anticipation within you. You swallowed, the moment hanging suspended—a fragile bridge between friendship and something more you’re not ready to cross. "Ellie..." you murmured, the syllables almost lost in the charged silence. Her face drew closer to yours, breaths mingling, and before you could draw your next breath, her lips crashed onto yours without further hesitation. A simple kiss, yet it ignited a cosmic explosion within you. Her lips on yours transformed the quietude into a kaleidoscope of colors. Every rational thought in your brain was stripped away, replaced by her presence—the warmth of her hand still cradling your chin, the delicate shift as it left your shoulder to encircle your waist. Your fingers, guided by instinct, wove through her tousled hair, pulling her closer. Because when it's Ellie, close is never close enough.

As you finally convinced yourself to pull away, the air around you seemed to shimmer with heat. But your brain? It was a tangle of wordless wonder, unable to string coherent thoughts together. So, without hesitation, you drew her back into your space, pressing your soft lips against hers once more.

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The ride back was weird. The air around the two of you, once filled with comfortable silence, had shifted. Now, it hung heavy with unspoken words, a chasm between you that seemed insurmountable.

After the kiss, neither of you said much. You swiftly wiped away your tears on the gray sweater you wore—a piece that belonged to Dylan, a memory of another time. Ellie, unable to meet your gaze, chose the only sensible course of action: finding a way out of the mall, escaping the charged atmosphere that clung to you both. Escaping you. And so, you found a backdoor, a clandestine escape from the weirdness that had enveloped you both. Even as you stepped into the outside world, a part of you wished you could linger within those walls a little longer. The horse up front awaited you, and you mounted it, riding away from the mall. The silence between you and Ellie weighed heavily, an unspoken question echoing: Why did it all become so weird?

Embarrassment clung to the silence, and you wondered what comfort you had once found in the noise—the cacophony of everyday life. But answers eluded you. As you returned to Jackson, Ellie by your side, you led the horses back to the stable. Maria received a brief explanation about the situation inside the building, her eyes curious but respectful. And then, without uttering a single word, you and Ellie went your separate ways. The silence remained, a chasm that neither of you dared to bridge.

This was 2 Days, 5 Hours and 54 Minutes ago. But who's Counting, right?

Ever since then, knowing you had three days off parole with her, you barricaded yourself at home. Maria didn't question it; she probably assumed it was because the bloader brought back too many memories. You certainly wouldn't correct her on that theory. Instead, you settled by the big window in your living room, watching raindrops trace their paths on the glass. But it couldn’t it stay that way and you knew eventually you'd have to talk to her, face her, and work with her. You didn't want things to become even more awkward than they already were. So you prepared yourself for a long, difficult talk.

With what felt like hours of convincing yourself and an argument you played out in your head, you got up and made yourself look presentable again. Leaving the comfort of your house, you took a little walk around the built neighbourhood in Jackson, pondering what you'd even say to her. Instead of taking the short road leading directly to Ellie's safe four walls, you made your way to one of the information stations across town, just to have a quick look at next week's schedule.

Arriving there, you meet a friendly face: Sophia. She's almost like Maria's right hand, diligently putting up new lists every week. You give her a small smile, though the turmoil inside you threatens to spill over. Her pitying look doesn't go unnoticed. Your eyes scan the handwritten list, searching for your and Ellie's names, followed by the assigned route. But something catches your attention: Ellie's name isn't next to yours anymore; it's now paired with Dina. You blink, thinking it's some cruel, messed-up joke. Your eyes dart around, seeking your initials, and there they are—next to Jesse.

"What the hell?" you mumble, the confusion swirling in your mind. Sophia approaches, sensing your distress. "Can I help you with anything?" she asks, her voice gentle. You hesitate, then blurt out, "Why am I assigned with Jesse instead of Ellie? Is this some sick joke?"

Regret tinges your voice; it's not Sophia's fault. Mistakes happen, right? She shifts uncomfortably, glancing at You. "Oh, Maria didn't talk to you yet?" she says, reading your expression. "Uhm, Williams, here." She points to the list, where Ellie's name is scrawled in an unsteady handwriting. "Asked Maria to switch parole partners... I don't know why," Sophie mumbles, fear evident in her eyes on how you'd take the news.

You turn to the door hearing a cracking sound, and there's Maria, striding toward you with multiple papers in hand.

"Maria, what the—" Your words catch in your throat. Maria's weathered face meets your gaze. "Hey, sweetie, don't give me that look," she says gruffly. "I tried to talk Ellie out of it, but she insisted on changing partners. Didn’t even gave me an explanation but I could tell she was serious. And since you and Jesse are friends as well, I thought it wouldn't make much of a difference. He can help you out” she said, making it sound like not a big deal.

She insisted on changing.

The words hang in the air, a sledgehammer to your already fragile heart. Is this how it’s going to be from now on? What are you supposed to do?

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Undisclosed desires - Agatha Harkness

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Summary: Agatha is your mother's best friend with whom you like to spend time. Everything is great if you don’t remember about your little (big) crush on her. What if one movie night something doesn't go as usual?

Pairing: moms best friend!Agatha Harkness × f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, dom!agatha, sub!reader, age gap (A45 R21), mommy kink, face sitting (A), thigh riding (R), masturbations (R), little stalking i think, pet names, oral (both), a little fluff

DISCLAIMER: ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SORRY FOR GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES

Word count: 2.7k

AN: hi guys this is my first work in English and the first work that I generally post on tumblr. I hope you'll enjoy <3

Agatha met your mother when you were just over 18. It was a typical weekend when the older woman walked into your house, talking sweetly with your mother. Out of curiosity, you went downstairs from your room; honestly, you didn’t often have any guests in your house after your parents’ divorce.

When you appeared in the kitchen, Agatha had her back to you, your mother was the first who notice your presence. "Oh my god Y/N you scared me! You can't walk so quietly!" Agatha immediately turned to your mother’s screams. The first time you looked at her, you forgot how to breathe. She seemed beautiful, even attractive, you of course knew about your “mommy issues” but how quickly your admiration for the woman grew into a little crush... you knew it wasn't right.

But that didn’t stop you from finding her social media “I’m just curious to know more about her” you told yourself, of course that was partly true. It started as a sweet, innocent thoughts about her beautiful curly hair, blue eyes and the sweet smile that she gave you when she came to visit and the three of you were sitting in the kitchen. “Y/N, you’ve already entered your second year of college, how are your studies?” she asked either out of politeness or out of pure curiosity. You were always happy to answer any of her questions, and then sneakily watch her facial expressions and gestures while she told your mother something about her failed Tinder dates. Deep inside you were jealous and hoped that these dates would remain a failure.

Later your relationship became closer one. This happened after about a year of her frequent visits in your house. At first sight it looked like she was your aunty and you were her favorite niece. At least that's what it looked like to your mother. Considering that Agatha did not have children (you also learned this from her social media), she was happy to spend time with someone who wasn't your mother. So your phrases like “Agatha and I are going to the mall today” or “I’ll stay at Agatha’s for the night” were not something surprising. Your mother was glad that you were spending your free time with a person whom she could trust and know that everything would be okay with you, even though you are already 19.

You loved staying at Agatha’s house, looking at her in her home clothes, and in the morning waking up and hearing “I made you a breakfast, superstar” by the way she cooks divine. At each of these weekends, you were talking (sometimes she tried to ask you about your possible boyfriends or girlfriends, which made you blush and go away from the topic), cooking some crisps and towards the end of the night, sitting down to watch movies on her big plush sofa. “Aggie, I’m cold,” you said after which you moved closer to her and hugged her in secret dying from such closeness.

Even later, you caught yourself having terrible frank thoughts about her. They fell on you like a bolt from the blue. So once again going to her Facebook and opening a new photo you began to look at it more carefully than always. It was an ordinary photo where she stood in a black light dress with straps with a V-shaped neckline, holding her hand to her face, covering her smile and the caption “at home you can look the way you want😘.” The focus of attention first moved to her lips, then dropped to a thin hand with a neat black manicure, thoughts concentrated on each of the fingers, about how you could... Even lower to the neckline on her dress which opened up a view of her breasts but left room for imagination, the light fabric did not hide the outline of her nipples and then...

You were already lying on the bed in your room, your mother had long gone to bed. The same photo of Agatha was open on your phone while your fingers traced circles on your clit. Then they moved lower, collecting abundant wetness at the entrance, and when one finger entered you and your gaze was again drawn to the photo on the phone your back arched. You imagined that it was Agatha doing all these things to you; the second finger slipped inside filling you so well and the pace increased. All that was heard in the room was shaky breathing and a quiet whine, “Fuck Aggie...yes that’s it, yes mommy please,” the other hand came down to rub the clit and then it happened. You saw stars looking at the woman's photo, wishing that she would shut you up with a kiss now. When your breathing evened out, you took your phone and typed one message, “Tomorrow is the weekend, can I come over for the night?”

Saturday was your favorite day of the week because Agatha wasn’t at work like on weekdays and you could spend time together. Right now you were walking through the parking lot to her car so that she could take you two to the cafe that you had been telling her about for a long time. "How are you doing, superstar?" The woman asked while watching the road. You loved that cute little nickname she gave you so much. “Well, in general, everything is fine, except for small problems with writing a thesis, you know, it turns out to be not easy I’m very tired” you said and felt her hand gently covering yours and squeezing. Raising your eyes, you were met by her familiar smile, “You can handle everything, you know that you can always ask me for help?” you just nodded, and the older woman continued to watch the road.

The day passed too quickly when in the evening the two of you walked into Agatha’s spacious but cozy apartment. "So I think that after such an eventful day we can immediately move on to watching a movie, how do you look at it, superstar?" You went to wash your hands and called out to her from the bathroom, “As much as you want, I’ll like any of your ideas. For now, I’ll go change clothes and come back to you,” you said, wiping your hands and taking your bag with things.

There are two bedrooms in Agatha's apartment , one for her and one for guests. You were always located in the second one but more than once you were just a guest in the older woman’s bedroom. Speaking as a “guest” we can say that you just came in a couple of times to find out how long it would take her to get ready and briefly examined the interior. All you remembered was the purple tones of the room, a large bed, a chest of drawers with a bunch of jewelry and cosmetics on it, and above that was a regular oval mirror. Apparently there were also a couple of intricate paintings and a bedside lamp. You respected this part of the woman’s personal space and did not poke your overly curious nose into it.

Your bag was thrown on the floor of the room that had already become yours, your street clothes were scattered on the bed, your makeup was washed off and you were already wearing the soft plush pajamas that Agatha had given you last Christmas. “I’m here,” you called out as you returned to the room, where the older woman had already carefully prepared snacks for the movie and selected a two-hour thriller for tonight. “Come here,” Agatha patted the spot on the couch next to her and you landed there, covering yourself with the blanket and resting your head on her shoulder.

The movie went quickly and you didn’t notice how you had already started to fall asleep when a sharp poke in your side woke you up, “Hey don’t sleep, you’ll still have time for this tomorrow,” Agatha said grinning. You jumped up sharply which made her laugh. Here on the TV screen there is a chase, explosions, the main character miraculously escapes when suddenly..."OH MY GOD" you screamed and crawled with your head under the blanket when moans came from the TV speakers and a sex scene appeared on the entire screen in front of your eyes. You weren’t ready to see this right here right now, especially in the company of an older woman, and you behaved like a blushing virgin. Agatha’s laughter came from above, “Come on Y/N, you’d think you’ve never seen anything like this before. Get out of there”. The blanket was thrown off you and a picture of naked people appeared before your eyes again. Your eyes widened as you looked from the TV to Agatha and back. This whole situation has made your cheeks warm up and you can already feel a faint pulsation between your legs.

“Oh, is it really such a small thing that has embarrassed you so much, superstar, you’re already a big girl, why are you blushing so much? Or maybe... oh..” the woman looked at you more carefully, studying how quickly your chest rises and falls, noticing how you begin to squirm in place. The gears in her head are spinning intensely and a thought arises.“Oh sweet girl, let me help you. Come here,” the woman moves you closer to her, squeezing her thigh between your legs, encouraging you to ride her. You're about to explode. “Aggie, what are you doing? What..” you are stopped by her hand covering your cheek, “Oh baby you have now confirmed my suspicions on this matter,” your heart is about to jump out of your chest, “What do you mean, Aggie?” The woman moves you closer and already runs her lips along your neck to your ear and whispers, “About your little crush. Did you think I wouldn’t notice this? Or maybe I’m too dumb and won’t put two and two together mmm?” You pull back to look at her dumbfounded. What's happening now? Does she want you too? Did she know all along? A swarm of thoughts race through your head as her hand grabs your hair and pulls you back towards her. “You’re thinking too loudly honey, let mommy think for you.” The nickname she gave herself completely drives you insane and you groan. “Oh fuck” comes out of your mouth.

The woman laughs and lowers her lips to your pulse point. Her hands grab your hips, encouraging you to grind against her thigh. When you do what she wants Agatha looks up from your neck, “Such a good girl you’ve had a crush on me for a long time, haven’t you? I bet you’ve been thinking about this moment. Tell mommy, am I right Y/N?” Your breathing is unsteady and you feel like your underwear is hopelessly wet, the thoughts in your head are confused. "Mmmh yeah you're right." The answer seems to suit Agatha as her lips immediately find yours in a careless kiss and your whole world explodes. The woman’s hand reaches under the elastic band of your pants and she strokes you through your underwear, feeling how wet you are. With such contact you moan into her mouth and beg, “Oh Fuck Mommy please please I need more.” Agatha shushes you and takes her hand out of your pants "Hush baby, you'll get what you want but first mommy needs to cum. Can you do that for me? Make mommy cum and I'll return the favor."

She pulls you encouraging you to get off of her and begins to undress until she is left in only black underwear. You stop her hands when her fingers cling to the edge of her panties. “I want to help you. Can I?” She nods and you kneel in front of her, taking off an item of clothing and seeing how her sticky wetness stretches. You start biting and sucking on her inner thighs and are almost to the top when she stops you. “No, not like that, lie down on your back.” You do as she says and she ride you, moving higher up to your head, “I want to sit on your pretty face baby, will you let mommy ride your face?” Your pupils dilate as you nod impatiently "Please." Agatha lowers her dripping pussy onto your mouth and you suck and lick her clit, and then push your tongue into her hole, causing the woman to arch and move her hips. “Oh god that's such a good girl. You're going to make mommy cum baby. Mommy's gonna cum all over your face." These words turn you on more and you start working on her pussy harder until the woman lets out her last moan as she cums into your mouth. She continues to sit on you while you lazily lick her clean, and then stands up and grabs your legs, opening them wide.

Pants with panties tossed somewhere to the side, the sweater is also pulled off your body and you lie in front of her completely naked. “Fucking god you’re even more prettier than I imagined”. Agatha mutters and turns you over so you’re sitting on her lap again. Your breasts are right in front of her face and she takes one nipple into her mouth while she roughly squeezes your thighs, feeling your wetness on her leg. You hold her shoulders with your hands and stand up. “Please Aggie, I need to cum so bad.” Agatha releases her nipple from her mouth and growls “Wrong name.” Your forehead presses against her shoulder as you whimper “Please mommy make me cum.”

She spreads the wetness all over your pussy and teases your clit. Two fingers circle at your entrance and she pushes them inside, to which you moan and bite her shoulder. "Fuck, you're so tight, what if I add another one? You're so wet you can take it can't you baby?" You hum into her shoulder in agreement and three fingers slip inside “Ride me” Agatha takes your waist with her free hand, helping you move and you start bouncing on her “Mommy I’m so full. Feel so good” you moan. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the smell of sex. Incomprehensible whimpers and requests not to stop escape your mouth while you try to push yourself deeper onto Agatha’s fingers. Your hand reaches for your clit and draws circles on it. Abundant wetness flows down the older woman’s hand and she feels your walls squeezing around her. "Mommy I'm going to cum. Oh God I'm going to cum Aggie, mommy don't stop please." When Agatha's fingers deliciously hit that right spot inside you over and over again, when you hear "That's such a good girl. Cum for your mommy, cum all over my fingers baby" it happens and you explode, cumming on top of her. Agatha finds your lips and pulls you into a kiss, brushing the sticky hair from your forehead and whispering how well you did for her.

After a minute, you catch your breath and get off of her, lying down next. You are silent. Agatha is silent. You don’t believe what just happened and how this is even possible. The gears in your head start working again and you try to decide what to do next. She wanted you, does this mean that your feelings are mutual or was it just sex for one time? A soft blanket covers your naked body and a hand strokes your shoulder. You hesitantly raise your head to Agatha, she is the first to break the silence.

"You're thinking too loudly again, superstar." Her hand gently strokes your cheek. "I understand your doubts and fears, baby. Let's just go to bed for now, do you agree?" You nod and get out of bed still in the blanket, taking your pajamas with you. Your legs slowly drag you into your bedroom as Agatha’s question hangs in the air. "Where are you going?" She gently hugs you by the shoulders, leads you into her bedroom and lays you on a soft, large bed where you fall into a calm, deep sleep.

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eternalsams · 1 year

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Hips Don't Lie ⇴ M.Garcia

pairing: Mickey Garcia x latina!reader

summary: Mickey has the opportunity to introduce you to the squad at Maverick and Penny's wedding. Let's say you surprise everyone and brings out the most unexpected side of your boyfriend.

warnings: innuendos, sexual tension (this is actually the smuttiest thing I've ever written without actual smut so enjoy (I'm feeling really hot now it's terrible))

words count: 1 514

a/n: English isn't my first language so please take that into consideration. Also, I was terrible in high school so please pardon my terrible spanish.

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Mickey was already at the party with the squad, he has been since the bachelor party Bradley planned for Maverick. And one thing to another, he didn't came back to the hotel you were sharing, and stayed with the guys not to wake you up in the middle of the night by his drunken steps. Just before going to sleep, he sent you a text, apologizing and telling you he'd be the handsome guy waiting for you at the party the next day. When you woke up, you were sad not to feel Mickey's presence next to you but when you checked your phone, you couldn't help but chuckle.

So now he was waiting for you to appear so he could finally introduce you to his friends. You'd been dating for two years but never had the opportunity to meet the squad. So when Maverick proposed to Penny and they started planning the whole wedding, he knew it'd be the perfect moment. Neither of you were nervous, he knew his friends would love you even though he would keep an eye on Hangman. The blonde couldn't stop teasing Mickey that if you were as wonderful as he said, he couldn't help himself from falling for you. Mickey knew better than that, he knew Hangman would never try anything, but he also knew he could be a bit of a jerk sometimes.

He was talking with Bob when he caught sight of you. He felt like air left his lungs when you entered the room and he could no longer hear what Bob was saying. The yellow dress you were wearing couldn't complement more your beautiful skin tone and he felt luckier than ever to call you his. Bob eventually noticed that his friend didn't pay him attention no more and followed his gaze, landing on you. "Wow, that girl is gorgeous." The blue-eyed WSO sighed, mesmerized by you. "Yes, she is." He patted Bob's shoulder and made his way to you. Realization struck Bob and his eyes widened. "No way that's your girl." Fanboy glanced back at him with a smirk but didn't say anything.

When your eyes landed on Mickey, a large smile spread your red lips and you met him half way. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. "Hi, Cariño." You murmured against his lips. He could already feel his head spin from all the love you gave him. "Hi, Princesa." He smiled in turn. "I missed you last night." Your hands came down from his neck to smooth his button-up shirt. "I'm sorry, baby. I missed you too, but I didn't want to wake you up. I'll make it up to you tonight." He rested his forehead against yours then kissed you again. You felt like you melted against him, his hands on either side of your neck, tilting slightly your head backwards so your lips could perfectly meet his. The whole world around you disappeared and it was only the two of you, abandoning each other in this embrace.

"Wow, Fanboy. Who's that beautiful flower whose tongue you're trying to swallow?" Mickey pulled away from you and you saw him wince at that voice. You contained a chuckle and licked your lips before he turned around and wrapped an arm around your waist. "Hangman. This is my girlfriend straight from Florida." He introduced you and you reached out to the blonde with a smile. "I would've been worried if it wasn't." The pilot maintained eye contact with you and bent over to kiss your knuckles, making you smile at his antics. Mickey gently slapped his hand out of yours and pressed himself against you. "Get your filthy paws off of my girl, Bagman."

"Florida, huh?" Hangman completely ignored Mickey's comment. "You must be exhausted from the flight." He smirked as he watched Mickey silently fuming. "Nah, I'm alright. I had a good night's rest." You smiled, resting your cheek on Mickey's shoulder and maintaining Hangman's gaze. The blonde bit back a smile and nodded softly before patting Mickey's back and leaving. "I hate him." Mickey grumbled, making you laugh. "No you don't, and you know it." You kissed his cheek and intertwined your fingers with his before stepping a bit more into the big room. "Come on, I want to meet all your friends."

Mickey couldn't get off his lovesick puppy eyes of you as you chatted with his friends. You were it for him and he was it for you. He hadn't proposed but you had talked about marriage and it was in both your future projects together. He didn't even need to propose, he once surprised himself calling you his wife at your work place when the secretary asked him who he was waiting for. You had known him for five years, been in love with him for three and called him yours for two and still counting.

You were laughing with Payback about how nerdy your boyfriend could be when you recognized the first notes of your song. You quickly apologized to the pilot and turned to Mickey who froze when he recognized the song. Oh no, not tonight. You stood up from your seat and took Mickey's hands, trying to get him out of his chair. "Come on, Mickey. It's our song!" You pulled on his arms but he didn't move. Usually he would be the one pulling you to the dancefloor but tonight was different. All the squad had their eyes on the both of you and he knew they would never let him off the hook.

"Porfa Mickey, hazlo por mí." You begged and he quickly glanced at his friends who were trying not to laugh at him. You sighed and stepped between Mickey's knees and leaned down to his ear. "Haré eso que tanto os gusta." You leaned back and watched his cheek redden violently. You bit your bottom lip and stepped back towards the dancefloor, knowing that your boyfriend would join you soon. And you were right, Mickey got up from his seat the next second and almost tripping on his own feet, making his friends laugh. They didn't know exactly what you told him but seeing how Fanboy reacted, they had a slight idea. You smiled brightly at him and wrapped your arms around his neck as the song kept playing, Shakira's voice reminding you lots of memories including Mickey. His hands immediately found their place on your hips and as his moves were shyer than usual, his grip on you stayed the same. To help him relax, you grabbed his face and crashed your lips against his. This kiss had nothing like the first one of the evening, this one was rushed and you could taste the beer he was drinking few minutes ago. You felt his hands slowly sliding form your hips to the curve of your ass and he pulled you closer to him.

When you eventually pulled away for air, you heard a bunch of acclamations coming from your table. You both turned to Mickey's friends and saw them howling like animals, whistling like teenagers and cheering Fanboy. You chuckled and Mickey smiled, turning his attention to you and forgetting his squad. Everything around you started to fade and it was just the two of you. His hands on your hips and sometimes sliding down to your ass to give it an appreciation squeeze, and yours arms around his neck. The song kept going and you found yourself swaying your hips in rhythm with the music. You'd missed this. Dancing with Mickey's hands on you, feeling his hot breath on your face and sometimes catching pure adoration mixed with lust in the depth of his brown eyes. Feeling a bit less insecure, Mickey started to follow your moves and quickly, you had your back against his chest and his pelvis pressing against your lower back. His nose was buried in your neck and his hands wandering on your stomach. Your hands reached back to clutch at his growing hair and keep him as close as possible.

Watching this from their table, the squad couldn't believe their eyes. It almost felt inappropriate to watch you two dancing, none of them dared to speak, speechless. That was the last thing they expected Fanboy doing. But even if it felt way too intimate for them to watch, they couldn't tear their gaze away, like mesmerized by how beautiful and free you both were. They had never seen Fanboy like this, you really brought another side of the WSO to the daylight.

When the song ended, you and Mickey couldn't stop giggling and smiling at each other. You felt like home with him and you would never trade that for anything. You went back to the table with the others and were cheered and applaud. You smiled even more and sat on Mickey's lap, more in love than ever. "Next time, get a room and do that in private. Now Penny's gonna get disappointed of her honeymoon." Hangman managed to comment with a smirk, making you laugh.

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mooonjin · 10 months

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Hey, i see that your request are open, I could be wrong. Let me know if I am. I just wanted to tell you that I adore you writing.

Can I have a Wrecker X gn!reader on those trying times? I think it would be funny to see Wrecker TRYING to keep his relationship with his s/o a secret from his brothers. But it's Wrecker, they noticed right away.

Maybe because he suddenly doesn't have a problem going to the medic bay to treat his wounds. He starts to look for excuses to leave the ship or go alone to get the supplies. And the rest of the batch starts to get suspicious like...

Wrecker is trying to keep his armor clean now. HE looks more clean. Every time he goes to the medic bay he comes back with a stupid smile. They see him looking at the little plushies on the stores they pass by. He evens starts to ask Teach about flowers and wich ones are dangerous to humans (of course he gets bored midway).

The last straw is when one day they him trying to sneak back in the havoc with something behind his back. When they manage to get it from him they see its a packed lunch, it's so neat and sweet and they know Wrecker isn't the one who made it. So... was it?

(Sorry of its too much I got a little excited. It's my first time making a request and English is not my first language)

Stealth Wrecker, Remember?

Notes: hi another anon!! first of all terribly sorry you had to wait for sososo long too but here it izzzzzz this is such a cute idea ihope i did it well thank you for choosing me as your first requester!!! don’t worry about language, english isnt my first language either <3

Pairing: Wrecker x gn!reader

Summary: The Batch slowly become suspicious of Wrecker's behaviour. As they uncover various hints, what they find out is not what they expected.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, no y/n mentions, pretty much lovey dove y cutesy wrecker stuff ⁠— tell me if I've missed anything!

Clone Force 99 shared countless missions and adventures together, known for their high success rate but also reckless tactics. Each clone abiding with their own skills, making them unique.

Wrecker, the big guy. He's the boisterous and carefree member of the team, known for his extreme strength and eagerness for battle or mission. However, something had changed for him. Instead of sleeping, eating or chatting, he seemed oddly preoccupied.

Lately, he's been finding excuses to leave the shuttle alone to head to the medbay more frequently.

"Wrecker, this is the 8th time you've had an 'injury' to deal with." Hunter's confused voice spoke. Wrecker once again blabbed an excuse for him to leave so abruptly.

"Yeah well- I get hurt a lot! Just visiting the place s'all." His excited tone of voice came through, doing his best to mask it with 'ows' or 'ouch'. You know, to fool his brothers.

Crosshair's eyebrow raised up, looking through his top eyelashes at his brother. Wrecker left hastily as if this visit to the medbay was an emergency. The group exchanged puzzled glances as they observed their brother's peculiar behavior.

Wrecker couldn't help but feel a strange flutter of anticipation in his chest as he happily skipped down the halls of the med wing. He had a secret, one that he had been keeping from the rest of the squad. He was head over heels and he couldn't wait to see you again.

He was eager to steal a few precious moments with you, his special someone.

"Hey beautiful." Wrecker's voice was quick to fill the quiet space of the medbay, watching as you tidied equipment. He stared for a bit before walking over to peer over your shoulder. He loved watching you work. He loved watching you do anything, really.

"Got another 'injury' for me?" You chuckled, looking up at his towering figure. Wrecker gave a cheeky grin, his playful nature shining through.

"Oh absolutely." The two of you laughed and chatted, finding solace in each other's company amidst the quiet hum of medical equipment.

Wrecker's gaze softened as he watched you talk about your day, captivated by your every word. You exchanged playful banter and shared tender moments, opening up to one another. He marveled at the shimmer in your eyes, even if it was just the reflection of the white medical lights.

He found himself wrapping his bulky arms around your waist, giving you a back hug as he gently rocked side to side whilst you fixed equipment. He followed you around like a puppy, craving attention.

He always made you smile, always made you laugh.

After a while, you had to go back to your shift to tend to other units of the GAR. As much as Wrecker despised leaving you, he'd make sure to come back again.

Skipping back to the Marauder, he couldn't get rid of the giddy smile on his face.

"How's your injury?" Echo said, his scomp whirring under the haul of the Marauder.

Wrecker grinned, "Oh she- it! Went well." Uh oh, a slip up. Echo was quick to sus out Wrecker's mistake, brushing it off since it could really just be a mistake. It's Wrecker after all.

The first sign that something was amiss was Wrecker's sudden interest in keeping his armour clean. Gone were the smudges of dirt and battle scars that were once his signature. Now, he regularly wiped down his armor, striving to maintain a pristine appearance after every mission.

His brothers couldn't help but raise their eyebrows at this newfound obsession with cleanliness.

His bunk, full of food scraps and his blacks hung up on the drying rack above his sheets were no longer. The burn marks and dents, fixed in a jiffy. He even repainted the prominent red stripes across his armour, the CF99 skull, and his artistic helmet.

With a grin, he proudly scrubbed down the filth that once covered his armour.

Once again, Wrecker pops in to visit the medbay with a small smile on his face. Then he would return to the barracks with a foolish grin. Ear to ear smile with teeth which didn't go unnoticed by his sharp-eyed brother, Crosshair - as well as the others.

Normally Wrecker would brush off minor injuries, refusing treatment since 'he was going to get hurt again anyway'. Now he was willingly seeking medical attention without complaint only because he got to see your beautiful face.

It was clear that something was lingering in the air and his brothers were determined to find out what.

"Tech, just wondering somethin'." Wrecker asked his intelligent brother.

"What is it?"

Wrecker cleared his throat, trying to sound nonchalant, "You know flowers, right? What one of those are dangerous or poisonous to people? What's the best one to keep as a house... flower?" He tried his best to cover up his eagerness about flowers.

"Well there are the simple ones. Roses, for instance, are generally safe. Their beauty lies in their petals, and they pose no direct threat. Sunflowers, with their large, cheerful heads, are harmless as well. Delicate daisies, tulips..."

Tech's voice faded out. Wrecker daydreamed, getting bored about his brothers rant. He only considered roses since those reminded them of you. He loved your rosy blush and the pink stud earrings you wore.

He imagined how your reaction to a gift of flowers would be or your reaction a small plushie he saw in the markets on a supply run. A small blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"...but it's crucial to approach unfamiliar flowers with caution, as many contain varying levels of toxicity." Tech finished his small explanation on flowers, finding Wrecker not paying an ounce of attention. He also brushed this off, used to the boredom. But he didn't brush off the suspicion of the sudden interest in flowers.

Wrecker wouldn't even consider smelling a flower in the first place.

Because it was only Tech and himself in the barracks - everyone else went on the supply run - he decided to give you another visit. Whilst Tech was distracted, the big guy snuck off to the medical wing in hopes to see your angel face once again.

Wrecker was off to the medical wing, delighted to see you. The rest of the Batch returned with food, new blacks, and cleaning equipment. Time to address the elephant that wasn't in the room anymore.

"Tech, where's Wrecker?" Echo asked his brother, who was slouched over his desk, tinkering.

He looked up, "Huh? Oh he was just-" Tech paused as he looked around, no Wrecker in sight, "-here."

"He keeps disappearing." Hunter shook his head, placing the new supplies on the couch.

As days turned into weeks, the clues continued to pile up. Wrecker's disappearance slowly began to add up, only disappearing when it was your shift in the medical wing and when it wasn't, it would be during the Batches lunch break.

The final straw came one day when Wrecker tried to sneak back into the barracks with something hidden behind his back. The rest of the team quickly cornered him, demanding to know what he was hiding.

With a sheepish smile, Wrecker reluctantly revealed a neatly packed lunch.

The Batch exchanged stunned looks. It was a small, pale box full of food you wouldn't find in the mess hall. The food was neatly stacked and separated into the compartments.

Wrecker was known for his appetite and love for all things hearty and messy. There was no way he had made such a thoughtful and delicate meal. Crosshair was quick to reach into the box, grabbing a small note which Wrecker attempted to retrieve.

'hey wrecker! have a lovely day biggie, enjoy the food my foodie xx'

Read the note. The realization hit them like a blaster bolt—someone else had prepared that lunch for him. The question remained: who?

Unable to contain their curiosity any longer, the batch confronted Wrecker about this mystery.

Wrecker hesitated for a moment before finally admitting the truth. He had been seeing someone, someone special who had captured his heart. You. The angel who swept him off his feet.

The news was met with a mixture of surprise, amusement, and relief. Their suspicions had been confirmed, "I knew it!" Hunter said.

"No, you didn't." Crosshair put a toothpick into his mouth.

They felt genuinely happy for their brother. Wrecker's infectious grin spread across his face, relieved none of them freaked. He was still able to see you, maybe even come introduce his brothers to you.

With the truth out in the open, the Batch embraced Wrecker's special someone with open arms. They teased him mercilessly, each offering their own unique brand of humor and advice. Wrecker beamed from ear to ear, grateful for the support.

As time passed, you would eventually become an important part of the batches lives. The clone siblings grew to appreciate the joy and warmth that you brought to their tight-knit family.

You boasted about bagging such a hearty guy like Wrecker.

After all, what's there not to brag about?

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togetherasone · 9 months

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LIVING AFTER MIDNIGHT . COPIA

Pairing: SoftDom!Copia x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Every Sister of Sin is deserving of Papa Emeritus IV's attention and he wants to make sure you aren't left out. Or the one where our dear Papa watches you masturbate and has some fun *wink wink*.

Word count: 4.5k

Notes: This is a repost since I moved from my old to a new blog! I've said it all before! Keep in mind that English isn't my first language. Sorry in advance for any mistakes. Enjoy!

Warnings: Strictly 18+, I don’t want minors interacting with this post! You'll be blocked if you do so! Masturbation, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, squirting, overstimulation, swearing.

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Out the corner of your eyes, you observed Copia politely bidding Mr. Saltarian and one of his guests farewell. He sat on a lounge chair at the opposite side of the room, and three Sisters of Sin surrounded him as though a pack of wolves surrounded a deer. You wished you were one of your sisters. Wished you were less shy. Less insecure. More remarkable. Copia probably had no idea who you were. And you had accepted the fact that you were invisible. Not only to him, but, apparently, to the Ministry either since your request to accompany Copia, the Ghouls and your sisters on the Re-Imperatour had been ignored. Not even denied. Ignored.

Your stomach churned with desire for him. Since Copia stepped on that improvised stage for the IMPERA Release Ritual. Since, in fact, you had become a Sister of Sin. But you had managed to bottle that desire up. Initially, you had attempted to drown it. Wash it out from your body. Rip it off from your skin. But it was useless. So you got used to it, poisoning your bloodstream and clouding your mind, during masses, during meetings, during any occasion in which Copia was present. And you would return to the dormitory you shared with three other sisters, frustrated, and masturbate to the thought of him. Your fingers did their job, of course, but… Frustration always lurked around the corner. You wanted his fingers. His mouth, his cock. Him. You wanted him to touch you, to kiss you, to fuck you. To do whatever he wished with you.

Even though the dizziness caused by the alcohol had started to wear off, the mixture, in your bloodstream, of alcohol and desire was definitely a terrible idea. You felt annoyingly powerless. Control slipped through your fingers like sand. And fast. Your eyes kept involuntarily wandering to Copia. So much that it was starting to become obvious. And ridiculous.

Loud laughter erupted from the group playing cards, and your attention snapped back to them. The man who had lost the round was already shirtless. You desperately studied the faces surrounding you. Apparently, no one had noticed you drooling for Copia.

Or so you thought.

You grumpily finished the glass of wine in front of you, mad at yourself for being so shy, so insecure. So stupid. A frown contorted your features when you pushed your body up from the armchair. Your eyes wandered to Copia again. Your sisters pampered him with glasses of wine and champagne, grapes and peaches, and kisses and caresses. You envied them to the bone.

“Are you leaving already, sister?”

“Too much wine,” you explained as you showed her the empty glass on the coffee table.

On your way out, it was impossible not to see Copia and your sisters. After all, they were in your field of view, and, once again, frustration consumed your body like fire consumed firewood. Hungrily, greedily, urgently.

You descended the steps that would lead you from the Great Hall to the vast corridor in which the IMPERA Release Ritual had happened. It was eerily quiet compared to the Great Hall. The buzz of laughter and conversation echoed around the vast corridor of the Ministry.

As you closed the door of your dormitory, you loudly exhaled. None of the sisters with whom you shared the dormitory had returned from the after party yet. The table lamp on the console table by the door dimly lit the room. You turned it off, relishing in the darkness, the loneliness, the quietness. You lazily slipped your coif, your habit and your bra off your body, abandoning them on the floor by your bed. Then, you collapsed against the mattress solely on your panties, a huff escaping from your lips, and shut your eyes. The image of Copia surrounded by your sisters had been engraved on your eyelids.

You rolled to your side and pulled the shirt you had been wearing to bed from under your pillow. After you slipped the shirt on, you pulled the sheets over your body, determined to, again, fuck frustration out of your bloodstream. You automatically slid your fingers inside your panties. Your cunt was rather dry, so you mixed your insufficient lubrication juices with your saliva. All you wanted was the hazy sensation that filled your mind after an orgasm, and you chased it. Quickly and silently. Not a single sound escaped from your lips, and your body convulsed in pleasure when you fell over the precipice. Your fingers were still wet when you fell asleep in a rather uncomfortable position.

You followed the same script every time. Masturbating had become a task, something you had to tick off the “To Do” list of the day when Copia filled your mind and frustration filled your bloodstream, rather than a self-care moment. There were no steaming baths, no burning candles, no evaporating scents. Nothing. Only fingers that hurriedly coaxed an orgasm out of you. You fell asleep as soon as your muscles relaxed. All that mattered was that frustration had evaporated from your bloodstream.

“Hey, hey... Honey, are you awake?”

You opened your eyes, your face scrunching up at the brightness of the room. The table lamp had been turned on again, and one of your sisters rested a hand on your shoulder, leaning over your sleepy self.

“W-What?”

“Hey… I’m sorry for waking you up, but Papa requests your presence in his office.”

“Papa…?”

The rhetoric question clearly indicated that your mind still processed the words. You pushed your body up from the mattress, leaning on your elbow, to look at her. A frown contorted your features. The engines inside your head fumed and turned.

“Papa requests your presence in his office.”

As the words sank in, your eyes widened in astonishment, but your sister only squeezed your shoulder and winked at you before walking to her bed. You gazed at the clock on the opposite wall. Papa Emeritus IV requested your presence in his office after midnight. Your mind quickly provided you with a menu of varied scenarios in which he did whatever he wished with you. Your stomach churned with… Something.

When your fingers wrapped around the habit on the floor, you studied your bra, and, in a surge of boldness, chose to leave it on the floor. Once you had changed clothes, you stopped in front of the wall mirror. Your hands slid over the black fabric of your habit in a useless attempt to smooth the crinkles on it and, then, adjusted the white coif over your head. A few strands of hair remained out of it, but you couldn’t care less. You were way too anxious to maintain the perfect appearance and... At the sight of your nipples poking through the habit, way too self-conscious. You stared at the reflection of your eyes, a silent question emanating from them. Yes, you were being ridiculously hopeful. Maybe Papa simply needed your assistance in a chore.

"'S good," your sister stated from her bed. You glanced at her through the mirror and... It seemed the shadow of a smile had crossed her lips, but she was surrounded by darkness, so it would be impossible to tell. You were unsure whether she was complimenting your appearance or reassuring you in regard to the lack of a bra. "Turn the light off when you leave, please."

The walk to Copia’s office was long. Your steps echoed around the corridors no matter how much effort you put into lightly stepping on the marble floor. Anticipation boiled in your lower abdomen. There were rumors about night adventures in the Ministry, but they had never been confirmed nor refused. It seemed you would discover if they were true or false by yourself — not that you minded though. You would never admit it, but a part of you hoped they were true. And it was hope that guided you to Copia’s office.

You hesitantly knocked on the door. The sight in front of Copia was so pitiful that he had to suppress the urge to smile. There you stood, cowering before him like a deer cowering before headlights. Head lowered, hands clasped together in front of your body. It was only when he addressed you that you averted your gaze from your feet to him. His hair was slightly disheveled, rebel strands of hair framing his face. Your eyes dedicated more than a second to his greying hair, its different tonalities varied from darker to lighter grey and white. You gulped at the urge of carding your fingers through it. His face-paint was considerably smudged, especially around his lips and across his jawline. You felt a stab of envy towards your sisters.

“Come in, sister, please,” Copia opened the door wider as he motioned for you to step inside his office with the shadow of a smirk on his lips. “We have a lot to talk about.”

“Yes, Papa,” you promptly answered, your head lowering again.

You tried to hide the puzzled expression that had appeared on your face, but Copia had noticed it. And he finally smiled behind your back, to himself. Oh, he would have so much fun.

“Take a sit, please.”

You heard the door click close behind you and turned to the source of the noise as Papa motioned for one of the armchairs in front of his table. You sat on the edge of the right one, muscles tense. It seemed you had turned into a robot, and the engines inside your head automatically commanded the movement of your limbs, which were weirdly stiff. You had no clue about what to expect anymore. His voice tone had been serious and urgent, not lascivious and suggestive as you had imagined.

Copia lazily sat on the chair behind his desk, which seemed a throne. The cushion was covered with purple velvet, surrounded by a golden frame. The backrest was high, ended above his head. He crossed one of his legs over the other and pulled a fancy pen from the mess of papers in front of him before resting his back on the backrest.

“So…” He started as he played with the pen. Mindlessly and idly as he gave you his undivided attention. His mismatched eyes registered every contraction of your muscles, and... Ah, yes... He bit the side of his tongue at the sight of your nipples barely poking through your habit, and his cock twitched inside his tight pants. You had to admit that being scrutinized by him was uncomfortable, and the silence worsened the situation, but you daren’t speak.

He cleared his throat as he adjusted himself on the chair and averted his gaze from your chest to your face.

“Firstly, I owe you an apology,” he continued. Pushed himself from the backrest to reach for the mess of papers in front of him.

“An apology, sir?” You anxiously inquired.

“Exactly,” he abandoned a crumpled piece of paper in front of you. “Do you recognize it?”

You had begun to read the first line printed on it, but, then, recognized your handwriting bellow, including your signature at the end of the page. You could hardly believe Papa had summoned you to his office after midnight to talk about your request to accompany him, the Ghouls and your sisters on the Re-Imperatour. You nearly scoffed at him. At you. It seemed a joke at your expense, and it was impossible hide the disappointed expression that had appeared on your face. You were right, were indeed being ridiculously hopeful. Shame burnt on your skin.

“It’s my request to accompany Ghost on tour,” you meekly answered.

“Indeed,” he snapped the piece of paper back. “And I apologize for the lack of an answer. It’s my fault. I ended up losing it amidst the other documents and letters and such.”

You nodded. Really? What now? Were you supposed to return to your dormitory? And masturbate to the thought of him? Again?

“You’ll receive an official note, but the answer is yes. Welcome aboard the Re-Imperatour, sorella. Now…”

He abandoned the pen on the desk. Its loud clank against the wooden surface made you flinch. Papa stepped towards you. You had lowered your head again, so all you could see were his slender legs and leather boots stopping in front of you.

“Tell me,” he lightly held your jaw between his fingers and lifted your head. Now your eyes met his. “Why didn’t you join me and your sisters earlier tonight?”

Your heart missed a beat. A sparkle crossed his eyes, a smirk appeared on his lips. He had leaned on the edge of the desk, one leg crossed before the other, and the slightest movement made the papers crinkle behind him. Heat crept up your body, and you sweat underneath your habit.

“Hm?” He egged you on, but you were at a loss for words. Your mouth idly opened and closed twice, and, now, embarrassment burnt on your skin. He had definitely noticed your eyes wandering to him, and you cursed yourself for being so irresponsible, drinking and allowing control to slip through your fingers like sand. On the other hand… You were definitely not complaining, right? The rumors were indeed true, and, well, you were eager to play his game.

“Look at me, sister.”

You promptly obeyed. Copia unabashedly enjoyed the situation, nearly groaned when he grazed his thumb across your bottom lip, and you involuntarily opened your mouth, tongue brushing against the tip of his finger. His cock hardened inside his tight pants.

“Why?”

The grip around your jaw slightly tightened.

“I-I thought… Thought you had enough attention, Papa,” you promptly lied.

He mirthfully laughed. “Oh, mia cara. This is about you, not me. You should know every sibling is deserving of my attention. It pains me to see you deprive yourself from it. And you wanted it so bad, hm?”

You shakily exhaled. Your mouth was dry. Shyness itched underneath your skin. “Y-Yes.”

“Moreover, what would the Unholy Father say,” Copia leaned towards you, lips ghosting over the junction between your ear and your jaw. “To a stray sheep that deprives itself from the pleasures of the flesh?”

“I…” you gulped. Felt dirty at the prospect of admitting you masturbated to the thought of him. “I don’t deprive myself.”

The sentence evaporated into the air as the wave of confidence that had washed over your body dissipated between your cells. The last words were nearly inaudible, but Papa was, oh, so close that they were perfectly audible. Music to his ears.

“How so, sorella?”

He knew the answer, oh, he did, but he wanted to hear it escaping from your lips. So dirty, so filthy, so sinful.

“Hm?”

He pecked your jawline. A shiver descended your spine. That was it. It was all to much.

“I masturbate to the thought of you, Papa," you admitted, voice tone dripping with feigned innocence. Copia closed his eyes and exhaled in ecstasy. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants and he moved his legs in search of any friction. "Quietly, in the dead of the night, so that none of my sisters hear me.”

“Show me," he growled against your ear. You closed your eyes as a tingle shot down your spine. "On my desk.”

You swallowed the knot of anticipation on your throat. “Yes, Papa.”

You pushed your body up from the armchair. Your limbs had turned to rubber, the effort to step towards his desk was inhuman, but he guided you. It would be dirtier than you had primarily thought, because Papa sat on his regal chair and indicated a spot on the desk in front of him. So that was his job after midnight. Not the mess of papers.

You hesitantly looked at the desk, uncertain of what to do with the papers on it.

“Go on.”

That was your green light. You sat on the desk, over the papers. They crinkled underneath your body as you leaned on then, pulled your habit up your thighs and spread your legs open. With the movement, your panties pressed against your cunt, and you felt its dampness. No saliva would be necessary that time. Your pussy involuntarily clenched in anticipation. Copia intently observed your movements. Lust burnt in his mismatched eyes, and he had to suppress the urge to grab himself and come in two swift strokes at the sight of you. You adjusted yourself, back fully pressed against the desk, and your hands flew to your pussy.

Your right-hand fingers worked over the fabric of your panties as your left-hand fingers caressed the inner portion of your thigh. Your breath hitched when you touched your folds. Papa noticed how your body firstly tensed, but, then, relaxed at the stimulation. He wanted nothing more than to be the one responsible for the reactions of your body, but obliged himself to keep his hands to himself and watch.

The dampness of your panties shocked you. It had been so long since the last time you had actually dedicated time and effort to saciate your desire that you had forgotten how delicious it was to be properly lubricated. Oh, you would have so much fun. And you hoped Papa enjoyed the show.

“H-Hm…” you groaned as your fingers slid from your entrance to your clitoris. It was muffled and low, but Papa heard it, and he basked in it.

Soon enough, your body begged for more, and you slipped your right hand inside your panties. A long whine escaped from your lips. Papa roughly grabbed his cock in an attempt to adjust it inside his boxers, his hips involuntarily buckling at the stimulation, but it was useless. It strained so much against his tight pants that it hurt.

The wetness of your pussy aroused you, and your left hand aggressively squeezed the skin of your thigh. Copia intently observed them diving in your soft skin. You lifted your head to watch your hand work inside your panties, but, instead, your eyes met his.

You exchanged the unholiest look. Your hips buckled against your hand, and you sharply inhaled. Your fingers easily slid over your slit, prodding at your entrance and abusing your clitoris. You slid your left hand from your thigh to your left breast, your fingers squeezing it. Your nipples brushed against the fabric of your habit as you leaned on your elbow to allow Copia to watch not only your lower, but your upper body either, and hardened. You finished the job by languidly circling and pinching your left nipple until it clearly showed through the fabric of your habit.

Papa had opened the zipper of his pants and fished his cock from inside his boxers, which had been hastily hooked under his balls. He slowly stroked himself, smearing pre-cum over his length.

“Yes, P-Papa,” you moaned, unsure of what elicited it, your imagination replacing your fingers with his or the sight of him masturbating in front of you. His cock was slick, and the soft squelch of it against his hand made you violently shudder.

“Does it feel good, amore mio?”

“Yes.”

“Do you imagine my fingers fucking you?”

You desperately nodded, “And your tongue. And your, a-ah, cock.”

You collapsed against the table as you slid one finger inside your pussy. Your panties restrained the movement of your hand, so you intended to get rid of it, but your mind seemed to solely control the hand fucking your pussy, so the other uselessly fumbled with the piece of clothing.

“Allow me,” Papa dazedly mumbled. He was hypnotized by you.

His fingers brushed against your skin in the process and left a trail of fire down your legs. The foreign touch, his touch, was more than welcomed. You had desired it for so long that the moment was a damn dream come true. You were close to beg him to touch you.

He wrapped your panties around his hand and fisted his cock. “Shit, ah,” he deliciously hissed as the fabric roughly slid against it.

“Fuck,” you breathlessly laughed at the sight of him desperately fucking your panties. Could hardly believe it. The knot in your lower abdomen dangerously tightened. Your wildest, dirtiest, filthiest dreams had never prepared you to what unrolled before your eyes at that very moment in space and time.

Determined to watch the man in front of you pleasure himself, you pushed your upper body up from the desk again, your heels leaning on the edge of it. The new penetration angle of your finger elicited a hum from your throat, and you slid a second finger inside your pussy. It clenched at the intrusion, but you pushed them inside until the palm of your hand pressed against your cunt. Your fingers brushed all the ridges of your walls as you languidly thrusted them in your hole.

Copia aggressively fucked the hand entangled in your panties. The head of his cock was red and swollen, and pre-cum abundantly leaked from it and dripped down his fingers. He occasionally teased it by firmly brushing his thumb over it. Then, his thumb would descend to the underside of his length to tease his frenulum. The prettiest moan you had ever heard fell from his lips when he did so for the first time. You gasped, whined, grunted, moaned, babbled. It was all too much.

“Papa,” you breathlessly called. The rest of the sentence got stuck in your throat as your hips buckled against your hand. You were dangerously close to the edge. “P-Please, please, please.”

“What do you want, ah, shit, amore mio?”

“Fingers,” you dumbly babbled as your body melted in pleasure. “Please.”

His middle finger touched the space between your holes and slid up, towards your cunt, your lubrication juices gathering on the tip of his finger along the way. Your fingers stuttered mid-thrust, your breath hitched, your skin burnt — white-hot and searing. Neither of you dared break eye contact. His pupils were dilated, and his white eye eerily shone with lust. He shoved the finger inside his mouth and hummed in approval. Then, he leaned forward, and his tongue licked the trays the drops of lubrication juices had carved on your skin.

“What a mess, sorella,” he mumbled against your skin. His mouth was, oh, so close to your pussy.

You whined in frustration, “W-Want you to touch me.”

He pitifully smiled, intently observing the reactions the teasing elicited from your body. “Are you close?”

You desperately nodded. The movement of your hand had become sloppy, and the thrust of your hips met the thrust of your hand to compensate for the slack stimulation. Papa wrapped a hand around your wrist, and pulled your hand away from your pussy. Before you could protest, he had filled you with his fingers. Two. From the hand entangled in your panties. You felt the fabric brush against your skin. It was completely wet.

His fingers were larger in comparison to yours, and, again, you pussy clenched at the intrusion. A chuckle fell from his lips.

“How does it feel, mia cara?”

“Better, o-oh,” your back collapsed against the surface of the desk. “So, so, so much better.”

You shoved your right-hand fingers, coated with your lubrication juices, inside your mouth. Sucked on them as though your life depended on it. Your left-hand fingers were back on your breast, tugging and squeezing its soft skin, and teasing your nipple.

Papa hissed at the sight in front of him, and thrusted his fingers deeper — if that was even possible — and rougher. Your thighs shook in pleasure. You incoherently babbled around your fingers. The amount of pleasure engulfing your body was extreme.

“A-Are you touching yourself, Papa?” You managed to spill the words past your lips, but before he could think of an answer, you continued. “Can I touch yourself?”

You pushed your upper body up from the desk, slid your fingers out of your mouth, and reached for him. He still sat on his chair, and simply watched you struggle for him.

“Please.”

“This is about you, not me,” he teased. Forced himself to deny your will, because he wanted nothing more than to feel your fingers, your mouth, your hole, anything other than his fingers around him. His cock hung in the air, fat, heavy and swollen. Twitched at the lack of stimulation. A silent beg for something.

“Oh, shut up,” you scoffed.

But, before you could move another muscle, he licked your pussy. You cried. Eyes shut, back arched. You thought you would pass out at the wave of pleasure that traveled through your body.

He eagerly ate you. The wet sounds of his tongue and his fingers using your pussy echoed around the room. The stimulation was so intense that your cunt was numb. And you were running in circles, dangerously close to the edge, but never reaching it.

“More, Papa, a-ah.”

He complied. Mercilessly fucked your hole. Eagerly wrapped his lips around your clit, and viciously prodded it with his tongue. It took a minute for your body to respond to him, but, when it did, you swear you passed out for a millisecond. You desperately reached for his hair and uselessly pushed him away from you, but he stayed. Fucked you through your orgasm until you were squirting on his fingers. The translucent liquid gushed from your pussy down to his fingers, hand, wrist, arm, and down the inner portion of your asscheeks.

“I want to hear you,” Papa sternly commanded, and the silent scream that left your mouth transformed itself in a cry, a whine, a moan. In everything. You had melted under his touch.

He still thrusted his fingers in your pussy, but, again, your limbs had turned to rubber, and you had no force to push him away from you. Tears streamed down your face as you sobbed at the overstimulation. Pleasure was, oh, so dangerously close to pain.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop, please, Papa, please.”

He stopped the movement of his hand, but left his fingers inside your pussy. It fiercely clenched around them. A silent protest against the intrusion. He rose from the chair, and you whined at the slight slide of his fingers against your walls.

“Fuck,” you breathlessly muttered.

He leaned over your body and captured your lips in a kiss. Drank any sound that fell past your lips, especially the filthy moan elicited by the slide of his cock against the inner portion of your thigh. Your tongues mingled together and saliva dropped down your chin. You pulled his fingers from your hole, flinching at it, and licked his entire hand clean, taking his fingers inside your mouth, one at a time.

“Your turn, Papa,” you mouthed against the palm of his hand. “Please.”

His eyes bore into yours, and, as his attention was focused on your face, you took the opportunity to reach for his cock. Dumb you. Thought he wouldn't notice the movement of your arm, but he allowed you to touch it. Needed you to touch it.

You circled the head of his cock with your thumb. Could feel it leaking on your fingers. He involuntarily buckled against your thigh when your thumb brushed his frenulum.

“Please, Papa.”

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The light is coming [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Lexington! reader

Chapter 1

Summary: The power of the Dark Lord shakes the entire magical community to its foundations, no one is safe as Lord Voldemort is so strong and the boy who lived becomes weaker; The magnanimous Order of the Phoenix is in dire need to gather all its members and even to recruit wizards beyond the borders of the community.

Albus Dumbledore knows that amidst the reign of darkness, the light will return to restore all that it took and bring with it extraordinary powers, even if it leaves an aftermath that cannot be erased. The Order of the Phoenix will need all the help it can get, including the help of the mythical (Y/N) Lexington.

Harry Potter's parents were not the only ones killed by the hands of Lord Voldemort.

Word count: 1.8K

Warnings: none

A/N:Hi! A new Bill’s fanfic for you all. This story is finished so if you like this part let me know so and i’ll update as soon as i can! Again, reader’s last name is Lexington but is just for the plot of this story

English not my mother language so please don’t kill me. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Order Of The Phoenix

Charlie and Bill Weasley had returned from their jobs abroad with the only purpose of duly serving the Order of the Phoenix commanded by Albus Dumbledore. For Bill it hadn’t been a sacrifice to return home, things in Egypt were not going at all well and he only asked for his transfer to an English office to work and at the same time help the Order. It wasn’t the same for his brother Charlie, cause he had to leave all his errands in Romania along with all his beautiful dragons.The journey to Grimmauld Place had been complicated cause, despite not missing anything from the countries they were returning from (with the exception of Charlie's dragons) they could quickly get used to the quiet, anti-Voldemort pace of life that the English magical community was vitiated by.

Both brothers were welcomed by their mother Molly Weasley, with tears in her eyes she hugged them as tightly as she could inviting them into the farthest room possible. Bill remembered Grimmauld Place very vaguely, the only time he set a foot inside the house was when Dumbledore asked him to help him clear the rooms and turn them into curse free spaces where they could quietly discuss classified Order business.

No matter how many times they cleaned that place, the old house of Black would always remain with that grayish appearance and the musty smell of worn wood. Sirius didn't seem to have any intention of renovating its fallen parts - of which there were quite a few - but seemed to enjoy watching the house fall apart. Be that as it may, Bill thought that any place was a good place to plan the crazy moves Albus Dumbledore had in his head.

The room was filled with people Bill had met before through letters his mother sent him informing him of the Order's progress, Dumbledore thought the best way to gain the upper hand against Voldemort's dark army was to recruit wizards who were willing to give their lives to protect the magical community. Surprisingly more people arrived than Bill could have imagined in addition to all those wizards and witches who had already been part of the association for years.

Taking a seat by the door, Bill and Charlie recognized the silhouette of Nymphadora Tonks. Not that it was very difficult to recognize her as her short, straight, bubblegum pink hair stood out among all the others. The metamorphmagus managed to acknowledge the newcomers sending them a warm smile before gluing her gaze on the door.

Charlie elbowed his brother's shoulder

“Dumbledore and his crazy schemes making us come here just for the Order business....”

“It was necessary," Bill cut him off, looking at him out of the corner of his eye, "Do you even know what's going on with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, don't you?” Charlie shook his head “it’s a real mess and you'd know it if you didn't spend so much time with your dragons.

“Don't bring them into this”

“They're some of them now?”

“Yeah, we got a shipment of Peruvian Vipertooths in this month and oh, brother, they're beautiful!”

“Wait” Bill frowned ”Those things doesn’t eat people?

“well yes, but that's only part of their diet, they also feed on goats and cows. We keep them in a cage near the forest because that species was supposedly exterminated after being considered dangerous to wizards and muggles alike, but I think they're beautiful”

Charlie's eyes sparkled and Bill couldn't help thinking that he was the odd one among his siblings. His admiration for dragons frightened him even though he found it adorable at times.

“You know, I'm not surprised you're still single. Knowing you as i do, you'll end up marrying one of those dragons or in the worst case, eaten by one”

Charlie didn't like his older brother's comment.

“What about you? As far as I know, you're not dating someone either”

Charlie's sudden criticism made him clear his throat and settle better in his seat. When they looked over at Tonks, they noticed that she was still staring at the door. Charlie hurried him to answer his comment.

“I met someone” His brother's blue eyes widened, amazed “I mean, we met in Egypt, she was traveling and we only went out a couple of times, nothing important.

“That's what you always say, William” Charlie looked at him mischievously ”No one seems to be good enough for you, huh? Or are you still thinking about someone since our childhood?”

Bill knew what his brother was trying to do and immediately shook his head. He had had this adolescent love for a girl who had left to France without anyone knowing the reasons why. Bill was totally hooked on her, yet the disappointment of her being thousands of miles away from him had broken his heart in a way he couldn't explain. Charlie knew about it, because he was the only one of his siblings who was old enough to understand; still, that didn't take away from the fact that he made fun of her misfortune a couple of times.

“Shut it”

Albus Dumbledore brought an end to everyone's conversations after standing up and clapping his hands a couple of times to get their attention. With a sincere smile, Dumbledore dimmed the lights in the room to reveal dozens of candles levitating all over the place. Bill fell silent and looked at the man

“I know that most of you here had to pause your activities just to attend this extraordinary meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, and for that I want to thank you," Dumbledore smiled at them, "We are fully aware of what is happening in the magical community thanks to the terrible presence of Lord Voldemort," Dumbledore ignored the shrieks of amazement from the audience “That leaves me with the advantage of not having to explain what is obvious to you, so the important thing about this assembly is to make it clear that, despite the magnificent increase in our membership over the past few days, we are still in the minority against the Dark Lord's ranks”

The murmurs grew louder and louder, causing Dumbledore to ask for everyone's calm.

“This doesn’t mean that your help is in vain, what I am trying to say is that we need more wizards and witches to join the Order”

“Where will we get more people?”Asked a witch wearing a yellowish hood on her head, "People are afraid, they're not going to join the Order just like that”

“We'll try to convince them," Dumbledore said calmly. "Of course, all of those who want to join will have to undergo proper training.

“So you're asking for more Aurors?”Minerva McGonagall asked. Professor Dumbledore smiled broadly

“Indeed”

The hubbub in the room intensified for a couple of minutes before Albus Dumbledore called for silence. Bill agreed with everyone that this was sheer madness. It was practically impossible for aurors to enter something as sensitive as the Order of the Phoenix - with the exception of Tonks and Mad-Eye Moody, Bill thought those two were insane - without them reporting every movement of Order members to the Ministry. Yes, the aurors were the best trained people for this kind of work, however, they were the hardest to convince

“Why don't we just make Harry a part of the team?”Asked Sirius from the middle of the room. Molly Weasley let out a shriek of indignation.

“What are you talking about? Harry's just a boy!”

“Molly, please, the boy knows more about this situation than any of us put together!”

“Even so, it's still dangerous for him”

“It is for everyone. I don't see what difference it makes if Harry is in on it, that way he'd have more support from the Order and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would stay away from him”

-If it is true what Sirius says," Dumbledore interjected, "It's no less true that Harry can't be a member of the Order yet. Not until he fixes the problem he has with the ministry after he used magic in front of a Muggle trying to ward off the Dementors that are getting closer and closer to non-wizards. Right now Harry should be being moved to this place to stay at least until the new school year begins.

“And in the meantime what are we going to do?” Severus Snape asked. Bill raised his eyebrows, noticing how Nymphadora Tonks raised her hand to give her opinion.

“I hope this isn't too hasty, but I've been sending some letters to Beauxbatons College in France in search of a response from the Aurors. It is well known that none of them have been willing to give us their help, but this afternoon I received a letter from one person who is willing to help us in any way she can," Tonks looked at everyone before continuing, "I know that one person doessn’t represent a great addition to our ranks, but I am absolutely certain that she is our best option”

Bill's eyes flicked from Nymphadora to Dumbledore repeatedly. He had that strange feeling that Dumbledore knew who she was referring even though she hadn't said the name yet. Dumbledore nodded a couple of times asking Tonks to continue. She cleared her throat

“She should be here soon”

“We’ll wait patiently”

Dumbledore's nod wasn't necessary cause seconds later the door flung wide open letting in the light from the main corridor. Bill glanced at the newcomer noting your expensive French clothes and your perfectly coiffed hair in a ponytail. His breath quickened as he took a close look at your face and recognized those features he remembered from when he was a teenager. A quick glance at Charlie was enough to confirm that what he saw was not an illusion.

The whole room rose to their feet, and as you entered the room raising your hands to the sky, the room was filled with a bright light that caused everyone to take cover before it blinded them permanently. Bill caught a glimpse of Tonks' pleased giggle before you reached Dumbledore giving him a handshake as a greeting while keeping the light alive with your opposite hand.

Your wand was in your jacket pocket and from your hands an endless fountain of light gushed forth, bringing peace to the members of the order.

The mythical (Y/N) Lexington didn’t needed a wand to have magic.

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