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[gracev0609]

Young in the Night

Josh Kiszka X Reader

Journey back in time to 1982, to an Alternate Universe where Josh is at the epicenter of debauchery and excess. Josh is an entertainer at the hottest new thing on the block, Chippendales, the place for women to drool and ogle.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Adult Themes, Drug Use (cocaine), Explicit Sex.

Tugging your cropped leather jacket closer to your torso as you wait in line, your skimpy outfit is not doing much to block the chill from the cool evening air. You gazed up at the neon sign through your teased bangs. The summer of 1982 was coming to an end and you were standing in line with your best friend Marie at the hottest thing in the city of Los Angeles for women, Chippendales.

“Do you think the dancers actually kiss the girls?,” Marie asked leaning in.

“That's what I've heard!,” you giggled, silently hoping to receive a kiss yourself.

The line moved up until you were in front of the doorman. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you stand in front of the door, uncertain in what lies ahead.

“Alright, you're next! Have a good time ladies!”

The heavy door opened and you were met with colorful lights and the hottest music playing, hundreds of seats sitting around a lit stage. Over on one side was a bar, the first sight you were set on. Grabbing Marie's hand you drug her with, eager to get a tequila sunrise on your hands.

You exchanged cash for your cocktails and went to find a seat, surprisingly you found two in the front row, being the second group to be let inside. The seating was filling up fast, from front seats to back.

The club started to fill and the lights got low, Marie gripped onto your forearm,” Oh I think it's starting!”

A man came out onto the stage, black dress pants, suspenders and no shirt,” Good evening ladies! My name is Mark, and I'll be your host tonight! Welcome to Chippendales, you're in for a night of hunky splendor!”

A tall tan man with blonde hair graced the stage, he was dancing around in the smallest shorts you had ever seen, a collared bowtie around his neck, and little cufflinks around his wrists like wrist bands. It was a play on the playboy bunny, but it worked. He shimmied and shaked working the crowd. You laughed as Marie reached out for him, waving a dollar bill around like a flag,” He's so cute!”

You thought he was an attractive man undoubtedly, but he didn't really do it for you.

He wiggled his way over to where the two of you sat, his hips gyrating in Marie's face.

“Hi sweetheart, do you wanna kiss?” He leaned over Marie as she nodded her head and you watched in awe as they locked lips like passionate lovers.

He pulled away and strutted around the stage, Marie looked at you with red rosy cheeks,” Oh my god!”

The crowd was roaring and your ears were practically ringing, the host speaks into the microphone again,” That was the Perfect Man ladies! Let's give him a huge thank you!”

The women around you went wild as you clapped, not quite understanding what they all saw in him. He was just a man, cute, but just a man. You could admit that the energy in the room was electric and you couldn't help but get swept up in the fun of it all. Mostly naked men parading around showing off their bodies and family jewels, it was drool worthy.

You watched a few more of the acts, some of the men had themes and costumes, some of them came out in pants and stripped down to speedos or g strings.

The host grabbed the mic once again,” Alright sweethearts, I present to you, our next act, an angel in disguise, Joshua!”

Out he came strutting the stage like he owned it, he was clad in the tiniest g string he could get away with, the infamous collared bow tie, and a pair of devil horns nestled into his funky curly mullet. You were instantly captivated by the interesting man. You studied his build, he was small, but toned. He looked strong, though not as strong as others you've seen tonight. Most of his skin was on display, the gleam of the stage lights made his oiled skin shine. The more he danced around to the music the more you became enamored with him. The jiggle of his butt as he strutted up to the audience on the other side of the stage forced you to ogle him.

Reaching into your clutch grabbing your dollar bills you leaned into Marie,” I don't know if I've ever seen a man have more ass!”

He swayed his hips, moving to the side of the stage you were at. When he stopped directly in front of you, his barely clothed package inches away from your face, a deep blush rose on your cheeks.

He squatted down so you were face to face, plucking the dollar from your fingers. Your breath caught in your throat as you really saw his face, he had the biggest softest brown eyes, a perfect white smile, and rosy red cheeks. He was slightly sweaty from gyrating around on stage, but that just added to his sex appeal.

Josh bit his lip before releasing it, his bottom lip plump and slick. Purring he crooned,” Hi Angel. D’ya want a kiss?”

You've never wanted a kiss from a man in devil horns more, nodding your head you leaned in and slipped your hands into his curls at the nape of his neck. When his soft pink lips met yours you almost swore you felt a spark of electricity, but that could be the tequila sunrise talking. You felt his tongue lick across your bottom lip, and tingles shot to your core. Easily you opened up for the performer, moaning lightly when his tongue danced with yours.

The kiss kept going on and on. The music kept playing, the girls kept screaming , and Josh kept kissing you. He had your jaw gripped in his hand, and yours traveled down the length of his torso, squeezing his pecs before landing on his hips. The elastic of his g string resting at your fingertips. You kept thinking that now was when he was going to disconnect from you, but if anything he leaned into you more. The kissing went on for so long that Mark the host came back on over the speakers,” Okay Joshua, angel in disguise, your time has ended! Wrap up your act!”

Josh finally ended the kiss,” If ya wanna go home with me, wait for me after the show.”

🎀🎀🎀

The club lights came up and the women started emptying out, the show was over but the bar was still active. You turned to Marie,” I'm gonna go home with him! I'll call you when I get home okay!”

“Okay babe! I'll leave the phone cord plugged in tonight so I hear the call!”

You hugged her goodbye and sat back down in your seat, sipping on a fresh tequila sunrise. It took you a second to recognize the man who had now come to stand in front of you, it was Joshua, but he was wearing clothes now. He had on white sneakers, light wash blue jeans, and a blue short sleeve button up, unbuttoned of course. “Hi Angel. I see you've made up your mind.”

“Hi Joshua. I did make up my mind.”

He grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet,”Please call me Josh.”

He laces your fingers together and leads you out the front door of the club.

“I don't live far!” He squeezed your hand in his as you walked shoulder to shoulder on the LA sidewalk.

“I really enjoyed the show Josh! Your act especially,” You beamed,” It was my first time at Chippendales!”

He smiles down at you, this time you notice a slight gap between his front teeth,” I'm so glad Angel.”

“My name is Y/N, just so you know.”

One side of his smile quirks up,” Y/N…. I think I prefer Angel for tonight.”

You blushed feeling butterflies in your stomach.

Soon you arrived at his front door, you stood behind him as he fished the keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door.

Feeling your eyes widen in surprise, he must be making a lot of money from the club. His home had beautiful new modern furniture. He led you to his couch before pulling you into his lap. Your skirt rode up your hips and you straddled his thighs, your lips connecting again. Josh wasted no time running his hands up and down your body, his light touches making your nipples harden under your shirt.

Your hands wander his soft torso once against, and he leans in and kisses up your neck nibbling at your ear.

“Want some blow?” Josh cooes breathlessly.

Nerves bubble in your stomach, you've done it before, at a club with Marie.

“Just a bump.”

“Mmhmm.”

Josh lightly nips at the skin of your neck before lifting your shirt off your body, your bare breasts bouncing in his face.

“Heavenly” he breathes, placing your nipple in his hot waiting mouth. Back arching into his touch you moan his name. You grind your hips down into his hard on, making him moan out too.

Panting he disconnected from your chest and leans down, his hand placed on your back supporting your weight as he bends.

He retries a glass tray, blade and a baggie of white powder.

You wiggle your hips in his lap as he prepares your indulgence.

“God I'm so hard. Have you ever had sex on this? It's incredible.”

“I haven't, I've only taken it in the club.”

You hear the metal blade scraping on glass,” Are you sure you just want a bump? You can have more if you want more.”

You turn in his grasp to look at the tray, the tip of his cock brushing against your clit.

“I’ll do a line with you.” You whisper rocking your hips into him.

Josh kisses your cheek before separating the substance into two lines. He picks up the tray, placing it in your hands to hold as he gets the straw. Holding it to his face he leans down and inhales. Lifting his head his eyes flutter closed as his nose scrunches. After a few seconds he opens them, handing you the straw and taking the glass tray so you can partake. Leaning down you mirror his actions, also scrunching your nose at the uncomfortable feeling.

He places the paraphernalia back on the coffee table in front of him, and grabs your hips pulling them down onto his aching cock. Losing your patience you climb off of him and discard the rest of your clothing.

“Eager are we baby?” Josh chuckles following suit and removing his jeans and underwear. Feeling the effects of the blow your jaw drops at the sight of his cock. It's pretty. He's thick and pulsing, the head flushed a deep red. Your slick threatening to drip down your thigh, you place yourself back into his lap. His cock slips in between your wet folds as you grind his head against your clit.

Throwing his head back he moans,” God your pussy's just drenching me.”

After a few more minutes of grinding he's begging you to let him in. You grab him hot in your hand and line him up with your entrance.

‘Go slow Angel, stretch that tight cunt for me.”

The feeling of him in you was indescribable, euphoria tingling within your body. He felt so good. After a few minutes of bouncing he lifted you off of him.

“Wanna switch, put your ass up for me.”

You did as you were told, leaning your forearms down onto his green couch. He shuddered when he ran the tip of his cock through your slick again. You were so turned on you weren't sure if you had ever been so wet, it was all over your thighs.

Softly he nudges his way back in you, his sensitive head nestled against your g spot. His hips drive forward and you yelp at the sensation. Everything is so intense and pleasurable, you weren't sure if you'd ever had sex this good before. With his rhythmic push and pull of his cock against your special spot you felt that familiar feeling bubbling up in your stomach.A man had never made you cum before, especially not with just his cock.

“Josh, I'm getting close. I'm - I'm gonna cum.”

“Cum for me Y/N. Fuck, do I wanna feel it.”

You were in disbelief at how alive this sinful specimen of a man could make you feel.

Your high came crashing down on you as you clenched and fluttered around his cock. You gushed and gushed as he abused your insides.

You could hear grunts of praise as he fucked you through it,” Angel. I'm gonna cum. Are you on the pill baby?”

“Uhhuh!”

“Can I cum inside love?”

“Please Josh, ruin me!”

He gripped your hips even tighter, pounding into your tight heat. You felt him get even harder, swelling inside of you before spurting his warm cum painting your insides.

“Fuck! Fuck I'm still cumming,” he gasps out.

You could feel him throbbing and twitching pumping out small dribbles of cum as his orgasm dwindled.

Once he catches his breath he pulls out gently. You stay still propped up on your arms and knees .

“Just sit down love, we already ruined the upholstery.”

You chuckled, settling back down on the cushions, you laid your head on Josh's shoulder as you came down from all of your highs.

Josh pulls you into his body, eager for some skin to skin contact, “Oh to be young in the night, huh?”

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[mintnoodles]

[ID: Coloured cartoon/anime illustration of 3 women (Lucia: Plume, Lucia: Crimson Weave, Luna: Laurel) in regular attire, with yellow lighting. They look like a schoolgirl, biker chick and a comfy gamer respectively. They're described further in detail ahead. In the background are doodles of several characters. Lucia Plume stands, looking down wide eyed at a kermit plush in her hands. She wears an oversized green coat with red lining over a uniform (blouse, red tie, black skirt with red lining, stockings, leather shoes). Her skin is tan, her pigtails are done with rectangular red bobbles. Tiny horns poke out of her hair. Lucia Crimson Weave stands next to Plume with a wide legged, confident stance, hand in jacket pocket. She gazes to Plume from aside. She's tan, her white high ponytail done with a large bunnyear red ribbon. She wears a white jacket with red lining/accents and decorative zippers, red goggles around her neck, black turtleneck crop top exposing some underboob, navel piercing, denim shorts with belt chain, black fingerless gloves and ankle boots. Her legs feature several scratch scars. From her left hand dangles keys and a frog keychain. Luna sits with fingers clasped across knees, looking up at both Lucias with a slight smile. She's pale. Black bobbles tie up her shorter white twin tails. She wears black headphones with red accents. Draped over her is a thin white cardigan edged with a grey diamond pattern. Under is a blouse with a red ribbon and grey moon charm, anklelength white skirt, and grey socks. In the background are several doodles of other characters. Liv and Lee in school uniform. Liv has a braided bun and cochlear implant. Lee has a blazer and pimples and a neutral look. Liv smiles wide as she says 'Lucia! You can sit with us!' Commandant (in biker helmet and jacket with gray raven emblem) rubs their head awkwardly while presenting a wrapped gift with tag reading 'to: Lucia' Rosetta (in neck brace and arm cast) glares determinedly with yugioh card between 2 fingers, saying ''Alpha'. It's time to duel.' Behind her Diana in a deer sweater worriedly says 'rosetta please rest.' Phone with group chat named 'ASS NET'. 3 speech bubbles surround it: Exaggerated smiling chibi Roland emanating hearts. 1 heart bounces off a tearful chibi goth Lamia. 1 screenshot of of a youtube page featuring Lamia: Lost Lullaby's mermaid design. End ID.]

punishing gray raven but it's just the postapocalyptic rpg run by a very determined Luna for her younger sister and her friends. Chapter 1 to 8 is their shaky start to getting used to the system before they hit their stride, Luna gets better at narration, and a couple very weird dice rolls lead to wild story adaptation.

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[ID: Luna's phone. The ASS NET group chat features some reaction emojies: Heart, skull, fish. The youtube page is a torso shot of Lamia: Lost Lullaby. The cut off title is 'v] ORIGINAL SONG || 'Lost lullaby'. The 3 recommended videos are: 2 Bros try ghost pepper challenge. Thumbnail is chibi wide smiling Kamui, angry Camu and a pepper. Study with me | 9 hours. Thumbnail is Chrome at a desk with a book. ASMR. Thumbnail is blank eyed Wanshi with a syringe. End ID]

#punishing gray raven #pgr #pgr lucia #pgr luna #pgr alpha #alpha pgr #lucia pgr #made with krita #luna: Lucia I'm reworking this enemy's stats. it's no fun for little Lucia to play against her #Lucia (just copied lil Lucia's character and bumped the numbers because the manual is 40 pages long): fine ok #Lucia (describing her reworked character): Her curse is locked in her right arm. Also one eye blazes blue when she does this move #Luna (remembering Lucia's hatsune miku phase): Run that character design by me again. #Luna: You can't reason with this enemy. The pain in her life has set her on this path. She will pave the way for humanity's reckoning. #Lil Lucia and Commandant about to both roll Nat 20s: :]

[eggcompany]

Momma's got a HUGE cock

Dean was in town to see Sam, however he could never say no to hot college girls. Or older girls who wore cardigans and was a professor of theology.

Castiel Novak, mtf, 39, takes home Dean Winchester, ftm , 27, and makes him cry.

“Hey, can I get another?” Dean asked and looked around at the chicks sat at the bar. A red head to one side of the bar caught his eyes. A real Jolene, ivory skin and emerald eyes. He checked her out, trying to get her to look at him but she was chatting with someone else. He let his eyes look around again, a dude might be fun while he’s in town…

However, behind the red head, sat at a small table…

She was… wow. Dean walked away from the bar when the cool bottle touched his hand. 

She had her long raven black hair clipped up in the back, head leaning on her hand, glossy blue nails tapping against her forehead, and was reading over a stack of papers. A drink forgotten at the end of the table, ice nearly melted in it. 

Dean made his way over to her, god she was pretty, strong jaw, strawberry lips, long eyelashes, and the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. God and she was… broad shoulders, strong lookin hands, and, fuck, tits that looked straight up carved by heaven that fit so perfectly in her blue blouse under her crème cardigan. God, how could someone look so hot wearing a cardigan and slacks? 

He leaned up against her table, causing her to look spooked and look up. 

“Oh sorry, is, are you-”

“Hey calm down. Just wanted to say hi” Dean said with a smile, the lady blushed, putting her papers back down. She looked away, and waited nervously. 

Dean took it as an invitation to sit down across from her leaning his chest on the table and look at the papers. 

“Whatcha workin on, pretty lady?” He asked, sitting back and taking a sip of his beer. She rolled her eyes and shook her head a bit. 

“I’m a teacher. I’m reading essays.” She said and took a sip from her drink. It had been a while since she’d been out to drink, usually opting for wine coolers at home. She’d seen most of the college aged guys in town and well… this seemed to be one of those college frat boys, all big muscles and smooth talk. He had cute pouty lips and pretty dirty blonde hair and eyes that seemed to go on for miles behind them. Quite… handsome. Alluring. Kinda like a magnet. 

“Man… a teacher? Must be pretty smart. Wanna teach me a few things?” Dean flirted and the woman huffed a laugh. God she was pretty. And fuck he wanted her bad . At least for some kissing in the impala. 

“I’m sure I could. But what’s your thing? Huh? Mister smooth talker?” She asked and gave him an appraising look and swirled her drink around her glass. Surely he knew her or something, a study guide or ‘extra credit’ in exchange for some sloppy sex. Though she just couldn’t put her finger on who he was…

“My thing? Hm… beer, my car, very very attractive women in bars who teach and wear sensible shoes.” Dean said with a smile, flicking his eyes down to the table where he’d seen her feet crossed, clad in a pair of plain tan and white sneakers. 

She smiled down at herself, she was never one to dress up and go to bars, she prefers wearing her comfortable day clothes. Her regular tan slacks, a plain blue blouse, and she usually had a cardigan pulled over her shoulders. She looked back at him, he was wearing.. A lot to be honest. A tight black t-shirt with a red flannel over it and a leather jacket over it all. The jacket was a bit big on him but it suited him. 

Then he leaned back, flipping his jacket open to show the small trans flag sewn on the inside of it, he scratched his jaw like he wasn’t showing. 

The woman hummed and looked at it before looking back up at him. Of course. A kid looking for someone who understood. 

“Your name then?” She asked, taking another sip of her drink. She never had much luck at bars. Never had much luck with… anyone. Except he was like a magnet, like she was being pulled to him. She wanted to touch his hand where it laid on the table and wanted to sit close to him and… maybe give him a kiss. 

“Dean Winchester at your service miss…?” Dean said and waited for her answer. Her answer to anything. 

“Castiel. Novak. Theology Professor.” She answered and he smiled, huffing an impressed noise. 

“Wow, a real educated lady” Dean flirted and chewed on his bottom lip. She was the whole package. 

“Mhm, ya know I have that same exact jacket, back at my place.” Castiel said hoping Dean would catch what she was pitching. 

Fuck , She is more than the whole package. 

“Oh really? Back at your place?” Dean asked, his face giving away how excited and happy he felt. Eyes wide as he swallowed thickly. He really hoped she meant she fucked trans guys or that she was… of the same persuasion. God either, neither, both, all, god, anything yes. 

“About a four minute walk.” She answered, hands going to gather the papers and slip them into her vintage looking blue and brown messenger bag. She never usually feels like this, this weird compulsive need to take someone home. 

“Yes ma’am” Dean said and slipped off the stool and threw some dollars on the counter when the bartender came to close his tab. He turned and she was standing, almost as tall as him. She was holding her bag in front of her. Demisexual and the new pride flag pinned proud on the front. 

That’s fine. She could do whatever she wanted with him. Hell, she could take him home and make him sleep in her bathtub and he’d be happier than a clam. He just felt this… want. She was so pretty and hot and she probably had a bed and probably had a chair or couch and that sounds a lot more comfy than sleeping in the impala. 

She was wanting, he just didn’t know or care what for. 

“Do you still want to come home with me?” She asked, pulling him from his buzzed spiral of warm bed, boobs, bed, boobs, bath tub, boobs . 

“Gladly” Dean said cheerily and followed behind her. And oh man , she had a nice ass, thick thighs too. He was busy staring at the way her hips moved when she walked to notice her calling his name. 

“Oh yeah yeah? Hm?” He asked and looked back up to her smirking face. He didn’t care that he got caught staring. Especially when it caused Castiel to roll her eyes and smile at him. 

“I asked if you go to Stanford or not.” She repeated, amused at the way Dean had caught up to her only to turn around and start walking backwards in front of her. 

“Oh no, my uh my little brother does. I came up to see him. I'm not really the school type.” Dean said, throwing air quotations around ‘ school’ . He was never good at school, always had better things to do, other places to be. Though if all teachers were like Professor Novak it might be worth going back. 

“Hm then what do you do? You’re what? 26?” Castiel questioned, should she really bring this guy home if he’s… bad? Sketchy at least. 

“27, thank you very much. I um… I travel around a lot. Doin’ odd jobs and stuff. Well actually me and my dad do that but he said he had to go do something but then he didn’t come back so I came to ask Sammy if he knew anything. Uh Sammy’s my brother, he lives around here somewhere.” Dean said and looked around at the houses, turning back around to walk beside the woman. 

“Oh, does your family live up here? There’s a couple of my students that live with their extended family while up here or in a summer home.” Castiel asked, it was easy to talk to Dean, easy to know she’s not overstepping a line. 

“Nah… our mom actually uh she passed when Sam was six months. I was four. House fire actually. After that we just kinda… started surfing the road, never stopping or nothing. Sam was always good at school though so he got here all by himself. He’s a… he’s a really smart kid.” Dean praised, he couldn’t even start to explain how proud he was for Sam. How he wished he could have made a better life for himself too but… just roll with the punches. 

“Dean… you’re a very sweet young man. Cute even.” She said and cupped his jaw in her hand. He breathed heavily for a second. Why was he so comfortable around her so.. open and in love already. Fuck, he was falling faster than a fridge tied to an anchor. 

“You’re just… really pretty. And and I dunno. I dunno why I feel like… like I know you.” Dean panted out, eyes flashing from hers down to her lips and back over and over again. Her hand felt so.. Solid and warm and grounding against his cheek. 

“I feel the same which… is so odd. I never connect with people like this. I always feel a bit like… like looking in through the window.” Castiel said, stepping closer a bit, just a breath away from the man who felt like his chest was getting squeezed when he realized they were still on the sidewalk. 

“Can I come in?” Dean asked, tearing his eyes away from her to the front door. He wanted to get away from any eyes that peeped, any cars that passed. 

“I… I think so. Yeah” She said and pulled away from him, hand sliding down his neck, shoulder, arm, to catch his hand and pull him along. 

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“No I, I kept my name. It’s after the angel of Thursday. It’s always meant a lot to me. My brother actually named me, my first two brothers were named after archangels, Gabriel and Michael. Then Balthazar was born and then me and my brother Gabriel named me because I was born on Thursday. I have… a lot of siblings. Gabriel named most of them.” Castiel explained as she handed Dean a cup of sweet sugared tea and sat down with her own honey stirred cup of earl grey. 

He was sitting on the couch, boots kicked off at the door next to her sneakers, legs criss-crossed, jacket and flannel shucked off to the coat rack while Castiel’s cardigan was folded over the back of a barstool. 

“Sounds kinda nice. My ma named me. Deanna. Doesn’t fit at all, everyone always just called me Dee, or Danny, Sammy called me Danny cause he had the worst time talking he messed up every word he ever said till he was like seven. I was thinking about Danny or Daniel but… Dean just stuck. Plus Dean Winchester has a nice ring to it, don't you think.” Dean said, sipping the nice dark tea that was perfectly sweet. It was nice to just talk about this crap. Plus Castiel was so… god her whole house smelled like her and it smelled fucking good like honey and laundry detergent and printer ink. 

Plus the way she shook her head and smiled was… it made his heart do a weird flip flop. 

“It does. I can’t picture you as a Deanna. I much prefer Dean.” She said and moved a bit closer to him, turning so she was facing him, curling up so her socked toes nearly touched his warm jean covered leg. 

“Hm… you smell good.” Dean said and leaned forward a bit so his head rested on the back of the couch, lolled back a bit. 

“Mmh~ Mister Winchester are you trying to get in my panties?” Castiel said teasingly as she leaned forward so her face rested a few inches from Dean’s. His breath was hot and stank of beer as it washed over her face and he felt the same only her breath smelled like everclear and mints. 

“Yeah. Yeah I am. Please?” Dean asked, confidence fading for a moment only to soften the rejection if it happened. He doubted himself was this not what she had wanted? Did she just wanna chat? Was this pushing the line?

She took in a shaky breath and she couldn’t hold back, he was so willing and she hadn’t done it in so long, she’d not felt the need or want to do it for so long. 

“God you’re cute it’s not even fair, come here” Castiel says and pulls him over to straddle her lap, her hand coming up to pull his head to hers, lips meeting. Dean was quick to moan and get his hands to her sides, pulling at her blouse. She had her hands on the sides of his head, keeping him from pulling away as their tongues met. He let her explore his mouth, easily giving up dominance of the kiss. He groaned and pulled at the buttons of her shirt, begging for it to be off. 

She pulled back, staring at him, her lipstick smeared over his lips and to the side a bit. They were both a bit out of breath, her hands relaxing and dropping to his shoulders. 

It felt good to… well feel good. She felt happy. And horny. It was great. 

“Even deal, shirt or shirt” She said and pulled at the shoulders of his tight t-shirt. He smiled. 

“Yes ma'am” He said happily and pulled the shirt off by the neck, throwing it over to the corner. Baring his muscular torso and strong arms, his thin red surgery scars framing his pecs, healed half-hazardly, puffed up in some places and thinner and fainter in others. 

Castiel stared at him as he knelt over her, jeans low on his hips. He was… hot, tan, and… fuckable. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her again, short closed mouth kisses, with his thumb holding her chin. 

“Your turn, Miss Novak” He said and sat back, fingers playing with the bottom of her blouse. She swallowed and nodded, giving him permission to start undoing the buttons. And soon she was bared down to her plain white bra. 

“If I had known I was going to have company I would have worn something a bit more flattering.” She said and looked away from him. She had this bra since she got her boobs… and she’d washed it maybe 5 times in a year. She had other nice bras, lacey ones and push up ones and ones that made her look thinner and less broad. 

“I think you look hot, really hot. Can I touch em?” Dean asked as he practically drooled over the perfect soft looking pale breasts that were cupped in front of him. God those were… the best. And he said as much. 

“Those are the best” He said, which caused her to cover her face and laugh, embarrassment flooding through her. 

“Yeah… the… the clasp is kinda busted in the back so I can- oh!” She tried to explain and reach back but Dean had already popped the two good clasps and wiggled the last one free. She was surprised but well… Dean probably had experienced bra issues in the past. 

Dean’s hands found their way to cup and grab at the soft squish of her breast, groaning into the kiss he pulled her into. Fuck, she was warm and welcoming and undoing his belt but his hands stopped her from unzipping his jeans. He looked down at her… so pretty. So feminine, so pretty, so gentle, so… everything. 

“I uh… I don’t got um… I haven’t… I’m still…” He struggled but Castiel cupped his face and gave him a sweet look, an understanding look. 

“It’s okay. I haven’t had surgery down there either, at least not that kind of surgery. Do you wanna stop?” She said and let her thumb rub over his cheekbone, warm and comforting. Dean breathed and calmed down and shook his head, hands traveling from her chest down over her soft stomach down to her slacks, looking at her as he unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down. 

“I don’t wanna stop, I wanna keep going.” Dean said seriously and leaned down to kiss her deeply, tongues rolling together, as her hands came to his hips and slipped under his jeans, over his briefs, to press at him. 

He pulled back and huffed, panting as her fingers pressed against his wet cunt, his briefs soaked through nearly. He let out a whimper, shoving his head into her shoulder, panting. 

“Do you.. You can touch me. Please touch me, I’m so hard” Dean whimpered and rubbed against her hand. 

She was so happy. He was… god so perfect, willing and wet and perfect. She pulled her hand back, pulling his jeans down but they wouldn’t get over his thighs. 

“Up, take them off, all of it off, I wanna get my hands on your cock” Castiel said, letting her voice relax and drop a bit. Dean shuttered standing up for a moment to yank at his pants and underwear until it was on a pile on the floor. He climbed back into her lap, not embarrassed of how wet he was or that his cock wasn’t very big. He took testosterone when he could, when he could swindle it, John never helped him get it so he was all on his own. So his… his cock was bigger but not really… just enough to be able to get between his fingers and rub.

Castiel let her hands wander over his smooth back, feeling the muscles flex and relax before traveling down and giving his ass a grab. Dean jumped a bit but smiled and got his hands back on her soft chest, he wanted to bend down and give them each a kiss. 

“Cas…” He breathed out, feeling a bit overwhelmed but… too horny to care. He leaned down and kissed her again but cried out when her fingers slid over him, finger tips pushing at his slick hole. He grabbed around her shoulders, whispering in her ear, too embarrassed to actually say it. 

“You can put it in, if you wanna” He whimpered and Castiel shook her head and turned her head and kissed his forehead. 

“Dean?” She asked, hand cupping him, feeling how burning hot and wet he was.

“Yeah, Cas?” He replied, which made her happy because well… no one ever called her ‘Cas’. And he was just… so cute. 

“I’m gonna make you cum until you cry. Do you know why?” Castiel said, pressing her palm into Dean’s hard cock. Dean moaned out a little bit and breathed quickly, his stomach clenching up at the thought of Castiel… ruining him. He felt a little light headed, especially with her hand pressing right up against his cock and her fingers over his whole cunt and and- fuck

“Wh-Why?” He forced out grinding against her hand. She crooked her fingers up to just nearly be inside of him, inciting a gasp from him. She pulled him back by the hair on the back of his head, making him look at her, he was gasping. 

“Because you’re so cute” She said and pulled him down for a kiss and shoved two of her fingers into his dripping hole. Dean moaned, grinding as much as he could against her fingers that seemed to immediately find a sweet spot inside him. She licked into his mouth, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth for a moment before kissing down his neck. 

“Ah- I don’t like that. Just, kiss me up here” Dean said and pulled her face back up to his, he didn’t like getting necked. Never did, didn’t know why. Castiel kissed him and moved to nibble at his ear, her lipstick tracing a line from his lips over. 

“Good boy” She whispered and started working her fingers in and out of him, forcing loud moans and groans from his throat. 

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“Fuck! Fu-uh-uh-uck, please, oh god, feels so fuggin good! Please” Dean cried out as tears streamed down his face. His arms were wrapped around Castiel’s neck, hands grabbing onto her shoulders, she was squeezing his cock a bit tight and it was driving him crazy . 

Dean cried out and covered his mouth, mumbling something. 

“Say it baby, what’re you gonna say” Castiel egged him on, she loved the way he cried and all the noises he made and god hearing him was the best . She wanted to squeeze every noise out of him. 

He leaned back, stomach tense and jumpy, he was breathing so heavily, his chest heaving, he’d never felt like this before. He looked at her, god she was so pretty why the fuck was he so loose lipped and and god her hands -

“Oh fuck momma, I’m so close” Dean whimpered, clenching down on her three fingers. He looked at her as her eyes got big and her mouth opened in surprise, her hand stopped moving on him. He immediately tried to back track, most women he was with didn’t like that. He liked it but most women thought it was… weird. 

“I’m sorry I-” He said and tried to raise himself up off her fingers but she had him by the hair, pulling him down so they were nearly nose to nose. She pulled her fingers out of him and had his cock between her fingers. 

“Say it again.” She nearly growled, feeling her cock throb in her panties. She didn;t think she had any kinks but that was… jeez Dean was her kink. 

“I’m so close momma, fuck, rub my dick please, please touch it” Dean whimpered desperately, she was really squeezing him and fuck he was so close he was getting a headache. 

“God, yeah, you like mumma’s fingers in you?” Castiel asked and kept her fingers stead on him even as he twitched and jerked. She felt like her skin was alight with fire, everywhere they touched it felt like they were burning, their chests, stomachs, everywhere they touched felt like they could never pull away. 

“Yeah, love your fingers in my cunny momma, please! Please! I feel so empty but I’m so c-close” Dean begged he just wanted to cum, he was so close. Castiel pulled her hands away, grabbing at his body as she surged up to kiss him. 

“God Dean, I haven’t felt… like this in so long. Can I fuck you?” Castiel asked, huffed against his cheek as he kissed down her jaw. It was like a rushed fever had washed over them, an overwhelming need. 

“Yes please please fuck me fill me up.” Dean begged and Castiel was standing, hands hauling him up with her. 

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking perfect, so strong, fuck me momma, fuck me” Dean cried as he was carried through the house, loving the view of Castiel’s boobs where they pressed up against his sternum. He shoved his forehead against the top of her head, taking in the sweet scent of her hair. 

She got through to her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind her, and dropped him on the bed. He shoved himself up to be in the center of the bed. She was quick to shove her slacks off and to crawl over him. She straddled him looking down at his red cunt and throbbing cock. He reached up to play with her tits, roll her nipples between his fingers and squish them together. 

“What’re you gonna fuck me with? What’re you gonna shove in my cunny?” Dean asked, setting what he wanted his junk to be called. She smiled and leaned down to kiss him, guiding his legs apart so she was knelt between them, not letting each other get very far. 

“I’m gonna fuck you… I’m gonna put my… I don’t wanna say it. I wanna put it in but I don't want to say… those words.” She said, self conscious about saying cock or dick or anything else. She didn’t wanna think about that. 

“Okay, just stuff me momma, I’m… I’m dying for it” Dean said and looked down to where her panties were bulging out in the front. She was so pretty, her thighs looked strong and he liked the way she had a happy trail which he traced down, it was soft and short. 

She knelt up and covered the trail and her bulge, looking away, face turning even more red. 

“If I knew I would have company I would have shaved… I haven’t um… I’m not very smooth down there.” She explained and he huffed and shook his head. He usually kept himself trimmed with his electric trimmer just because he liked it. He reached down and moved her hands. 

“I think it’s cute. I think this is cute too…” Dean said with his bottom lip caught in his teeth as he traced down her bulge. She leaned down and kissed him again smiling against each other, so comfortable. 

“Am I still a pretty lady with this?” She said and when she leaned back she pulled her panties down so her cock could slip out from behind the thick cotton fabric. Dean looked at it with hungry eyes and a wolfish grin. 

“Prettiest lady I’ve ever seen…” He said and let one of his hands wrap around it and give it a few strokes… goodness he could barely get his hard around it and it was… at least eight inches long. 

“That’s… that’s big. Uh you have any lube?” He asked, nervousness creeping into his voice as he took in how… heavy and long and thick her cock was… hell his toy was probably half as big. 

“Yeah I do. But there is something else I wanna do…” Cas said, letting her hips roll up into his hand a few times before nipping at his neck and pulling away. Dean looked at her eyes and then at the big thing in his hand, that would not fit in his mouth but but she was so… he would choke on it if she asked. 

“I could- I’d you wanna- I mean-” Dean started but she was quick to press a kiss to quiet him. 

“Can I blow you, Dean?” She asked, hand going down to lightly dance over his inner thighs, sticky with drying slick, shaking with desperation. He was nodding, eyes squeezed shut, trying not to cry out. 

“Fuck… yeah. Yeah you can gimme head” Dean finally struggled out after cracking his eyes open to see Castiel perfectly content petting around his inner thighs and just above where he wished she would touch. She smiled and kissed his lips before making her way down to his dripping cunt and hard cock. 

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“Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, ‘m gonna cum. Fuck, Cas, Cassy, I’m gonna cum” Dean cried out as Cas kept on just barely grazing her teeth over his cock, keeping her fingers rubbing at all the good spots inside him. 

She pulled back, sucking harshly as she did, cock leaving her lips with a pop. She looked up at him and stilled her fingers, she had a devilish smile on her lips and shook her head. She blew out a cold breath onto him, causing him to shiver and whimper. 

“No! No no no I can go again. I can’t can fuck like four times no problem please please lemme cum” Dean begged, he was at his limit, he felt like he was burning alive, tears rolling down the sides of his face, throat nearly sore from yelling out. 

“Oh I dunno… you’re cocks pretty hard, might just wanna play with it all night” Castiel taunted, nail coming to run up the bottom of it and flick the tip of it. Dean cried out, hips bucking up and hands finally leaving the sheets and grabbing at Castiel’s hands. 

“Please momma lemme cum and I’ll take you so good, all the way, I’ll be so good if you lemme cum.” Dean tried to convince and his voice cracked and… well Castiel couldn’t turn him down when he looked so… pathetically attractive like a wet cat. 

“Then I guess it’s fine” Castiel said in a fake put out kinda way and pinched the nub between her fingers and started jerking him quickly and harshly. Dean cried out, quivering against the bed. He was screaming out legs going to wrap around Cas’s waist, crushing her tightly. 

“Cas! Fuck! Fuck! Please! God Fuh! Momma, god, yes, yes, yes yesyesyes” Dean begged and grabbed onto the sheets so tight it felt like he could rip through them. He took in one big breath and let out a high pitched moan, feeling like his brain turned off as wave after wave of pleasure twisted him all up and untied all at once. He relaxed down to feeling like jelly against the bed, catching his breath. 

Cas shushed him, gently running her hands over his belly, up and down his sides, on the outsides of his legs. She was staring down at where he was dripping, her white blanket turning dark with how much he’d cum, how wet he’d gotten. She ran her fingers through it, up and down over his folds. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay, what a good boy. Such a good boy. Look at that... Came all over mumma’s fingers. Look at that…” She said and brought her dripping hand up to her mouth, his rich lovely scent encompassing all her senses. God he tasted good. God she was hard, her heart was in knots too though. She moaned around her fingers, groaning at how he tasted, smelled, how he everything.

“That’s not fair…” Dean groaned as he finally came down, watching her lick his slick off her hand. Castiel smiled and dropped her hand to give her cock a few tight strokes, staring down at him, all tan muscles and wet cunt. 

“I don’t care. Can I put this in now?” Cas said and scooted up to slap her cock against his folds. She smiled at him, tongue poked between her teeth. Dean closed his eyes, he just came but… it was like his mind was made of putty and she had her hands in it. 

“Oh momma… yeah. Yeah fuck me deep. Put it in my cunt.” He whimpered and pulled her down for a kiss, her breast squishing against his chest. 

Castiel guided her cock into him, panting against his neck. Dean whimpered and held her around her shoulders, he tried to relax but god… it kinda hurt. He really wasn’t used to things that big being… crammed into him. 

“Cas… cas… It’s too big I can’t, it’s gonna hurt me” Dean said sorrowfully and looked heartbroken when Cas pulled out a bit and got on her hands over him, He didn’t wanna look at her… he hated being looked at like this when he was getting fucked. 

“I don’t think this is a good position, I’m not fond of… well humping like an animal.” She said and that caused them both to crack up as she pulled out and they sat across from each other, each a little amused with the situation. 

“Ya know I’ve never met a gal like you before.” Dean said, leaning his head against his shoulder, looking at her as she sat down across legged, cock still hard between her legs. She looked at him with a look that was… it made him feel sparkling. 

“I’ve never met a man like you either.” She said and then a thought popped into her head. Dean was about to say something but she cut him off, crawling toward him to kiss him and smile. 

“I know the perfect thing, move over.” She said and laid down, unclipping her hair and throwing the clip to the side, waist length hair falling down around her like a dark halo. Dean watched and man… she was pretty. He was lucky as hell, huh?

“Okay now you get like you’re gonna fuck me and and lemme pull my legs up.” Cas said excitedly as she pulled her knees to her chest. Dean got between them and looked at her funny, what was she doing?

“Okay see, now just… lean forward, I’m flexible, don't worry…” She said and pulled him down over her so he was pinning her down. She smiled and moved her hands between them, guiding her cock back up to his cunt. Dean looked down at her, this was… it was like he was fucking her position wise. But also… it wouldn’t offer a lot of penetration. 

“Man… I knew you could teach me” He said and smiled as he leaned down to kiss her, she held her cock up for him to lower down on it. Castiel huffed as he lowered down onto her, he was so warm and wet and tight. 

“That’s good Dean… Now fuck me.” Castiel said and it only took Dean a few tried to get the hang of it, he had to kinda rock back and forth and not really thrust but fuck it was good. He never felt so good and Castiel made such pretty sounds, eyes closed and lips in a perfect O. 

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“Do you wanna get a shower with me?” Cas asked as they came down, laying next to each other covered in sweat and cum. Cas had reassured him that she had a vasectomy and that she was clean, he’d said fuck it to a condom. Dean had rode her until she’d cum, filling him, and then had gotten too strained and rode her regularly, until he’d cum again, her fingers on his cock. 

Dean was just barely awake, struggling to not doze off on the soft cozy comfort of her bed. It had been so long since he’d had the comfort of a warm bed, and a cuddle, and a shower without having to look for roaches or used condoms. 

“God yes, last time I showered I had to wear boots because of the fungus.” Dean said and sat up, a twinge in his back but a dull perfect ache inside himself. Castiel chuckled and looked over at him, hand coming up to trace shapes in his lower back. 

“Sounds gross, lucky for you I’m a clean freak so.. No fungus.” She said and sat up, holding the blanket over her chest. Her nipples ached a bit from Dean’s toying with them so much, well toying and sucking and biting and damn she had class to teach tomorrow she’d need to put bandaids over them. Dean groaned when he stood up, slick and jizz sliding down his legs, Cas stared cause fuck that’s… 

“Are you gonna eat me, Miss Novak? Naughty naughty, I thought you were a sweet gal.” He said teasingly, pulling his ass apart to both show where he was dripping and to spread himself just enough for another rush of cum to slip out of him. Cas was nearly hard again when she saw that. 

“Now, now, that’s asking for trouble” She said and looked back at Dean’s smiling face. God he was cute. He turned back to her, shameless of his form. 

“Come on, I don’t like being sticky, makes me sad.” He said, looking down face pulling into a sad expression. Cas stood up, pulled him into a kiss, a soft gentle kiss. 

“It’s okay, I’m not fond of being naked or sticky.” She said and pulled him to the bathroom right outside the bedroom, she was quick to pull him behind the glass door and turn the hot water on. 

“It’s so late, I have a class at nine tomorrow.” Castiel complained  as she stood under the water, letting it hit her in the face and soak through her hair. Dean hugged her from behind, resting his head against her shoulder. 

“Sorry, I can leave now if you want” Dean offered, stepping away from her, he’d leave if she wanted, it wasn’t very far to the impala. Castiel turned around and pulled him under the water as she stepped back out of it. 

“Aw but how sad to sleep alone when I have a big strong man to hold me.” She said which caused Dean to smile and kiss her. They kissed a bit more before the woman got a bottle of body wash and a bath sponge. 

“Oou… frilly. I feel so pampered.” Dean said jokily as she started scrubbing him down, smiling at him. She let her hands wash him, a weird feeling of… content enjoyment as he basked in the warm water. She got a little lost in the movement of it, that was until she was on her knees in front of him and felt his hand on her shoulder. 

“Cas, get up.” He said, not looking at her, just looking kinda sour to the side. She rose up, looking at her with her head cocked to the side, confused. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked but Dean was pulling her into a hug. She hugged him back but he wouldn’t let go, He just held onto her, water hitting his back. She rubbed his back and felt him sniffle once before pulling away. She held his face in her hands and she kissed all over his face, cheek, forehead, nose, chin, everywhere. 

“So emotional, do you need mummy to kiss it better?” She asked, only sorta kidding. Dean cracked a smile and nodded and they kissed again, Cas loving the way Dean was. Just everything about him. 

“Why’re you so hot and so sweet? Why’re you just… lovin on me?” Dean asked and kept his forehead leaning on her shoulder. 

“Cause I like you” She said and held him. She did like him. He was cute and funny and kind and she just felt pulled to him. He huffed a laugh and pulled back to look at her, all soaked from the shower and gleaming with post orgasm glow. 

“Yeah I like you too” He agreed and made her smile as his hands traveled back up to her boobs. 

“You like me or you like my tits, cause they were expensive” She said and he laughed and bent down to kiss and lick them for just a moment before kissing her. 

“Boobs are definitely a plus. Uh… is it weird if I ask you on a date?” Dean asked and looked at her for a minute as she turned the water off, she was rinsed it was enough. She could shower in the morning. 

“Do my boobs get to come too?” She joked and he nodded, smiling widely, eyes scrunching up.

“They can definitely come too, also can I borrow some pants?” He asked and soon they were snuggled in bed, dirty blanket tossed to the floor and new one pulled from the closet. Dean was out like a light, enjoying the company and comfort. 

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It was easy to find work. Cas let him stay, promising he’d be good. They slept together and Cas learned that he could cook an amazing breakfast and a mean burger but also loved milkshakes and smoothies. Dean learned that Cas had… quite a sex toy collection. Dildos, vibrators, beads, rings, all sorts of stuff that made Dean’s little blue dildo seem like a household decoration. 

She had also given him enough confidence to talk to Sam. He had turned away and left when he’d seen his brother one too many times, just not having the guts to say something. 

So one Thursday when he knew Sam would be walking through the parking lot he was waiting. Well not waiting. Cas didn’t have a class for another two hours so they had gotten lunch and Dean was napping off his carbs while Cas was reading papers in the front seat of the impala. It was a beautiful day so the windows were down and Dean only had Cas’s soft cardigan thrown over him. 

“Hey De- Professor Novak? Why’re you in my brother’s car? I didn’t know-” Sam said as he spotted the impala and came up to see his brother. He hadn’t talked to Dean since he left for college. He loved Dean, never really saw him as a sister anyway. However he was incredibly surprised when he saw the theology prof in Dean’s car. Especially when he didn’t know Dean even knew the professor. 

“Dean, sweety, wake up. Sorry we just had lunch.” Cas said and reached over to stroke through Dean’s hair which was usually a major no go. Sam gawked at them when he saw that. He looked at Dean who yawned and sat up. 

“You’re boning. Jesus! Dean, I haven’t seen you in like a year and you come and smash one of the professors!? You dickbag!” Sam said and stepped away from the car and turned back to it, hands on his hips. 

“Technically she smashes me but whatever. I need to talk to you but uh… I’m gonna be in town for a while.” Dean said and leaned over the front seat, shit eating grin pasted on his face as Cas smacked his arm and shook her head at his nasty talk. 

“Smashing the theology professor. You’re a dog, you know that?” Sam said and climbed into the driver’s seat leaning over to give Dean a half hug. It was still nice to see him. 

#egg_company #fanfic #smut tag #dean x castiel #castiel supernatural #castiel #destiel fic #destiel #destiel smut #dean winchester #trans castiel #trans dean winchester #f/m #smut fanfiction #supernatural smut

[newtonsheffield]

Could we possibly see jealous Kate or Anthony in blushing all the way home? I love a good jealous scene 😂

Oh I think they’re both generally pretty secure in this relationship but I think Kate’s prone to the occasional jealous moment. Mostly in a sort of “What the fuck?! Where have you been?! He’s mine!” Sort of way

Kate knew Anthony was an attractive guy, of course she knew that, she had eyes. She’d noticed it that first time she went onto his instagram. Anthony was handsome, with his sharp jaw and his bright eyes and his hair that fell in his eyes when he looked up and even the fact that his ears stuck out just the tiniest bit only made him more attractive, more reachable. And she supposed she couldn’t blame other women for shooting their shot with him. She couldn’t blame them when he was right there, shirtless in an ice bath with his little rubber duck on a calendar.

She could hardly blame other women for eyeing him on instagram or in person, and she supposed, it was the woman’s job, to make sure the clothes he was trying on fitted him. That’s what the assistants at high end stores did. They fussed around them from the moment they walked in the door, offering them champagne as they sat and Anthony tried on shirt after shirt.

“I like this one.” Anthony turned this way and that, staring at the jacket in the mirror

“It looks amazing on you.” The woman purred but Anthony’s eyes caught hers in the mirror. “I love the jeans as well.”

“Kate?”

Kate let her eyes flick appreciatively down her boyfriend, staring at the way the clothes hugged his body. She took a sip of her Champagne, “I like the jeans. The jacket… I think we need a darker leather.”

Anthony smiled at the other woman, “Emma, can I see what you have in a darker leather?”

Emma’s hands ran over Anthony’s shoulders, lingering a little too long to be checking the fit “I like the tan.”

Anthony shrugged, “Can I see something anyway?”

Emma sighed and stepped out of the room, closing the curtain behind her, her eyes lingering for a moment first.

“She’s flirting with you.” Kate hummed leaning forward, “Very bold.”

Anthony looked bewildered, “She’s being friendly.”

Kate couldn’t help but laugh. It was one of the things she loved about Anthony. How he interacted with other people, how he was so charming when they were out, even though he was a homebody. But he never seemed to realise when he’d over done it.

“Anthony honey, you are so, so sweet. But girls don’t look at handsome men like that because they’re friendly.”

Emma’s footsteps sounded down the hall and Kate stood, stripping the lighter jacket off his shoulders. She smiled as the other woman appeared, “Thank you.”

She hummed as Anthony relaxed under her hands as she slid the new jacket into place, she kissed his neck, something smug thrumming in her chest as Anthony’s cheeks flushed “See. Handsome.”

And Kate only felt a little smug when she posted in Instagram later, a thank you to Emma for looking after them. Anthony clearly straddling her, wearing the jacket and the shorts from his England kit.

#blushing all the way home #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[techni-coloured]

One San Diego Evening 0.1 - Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Pairing: Rooster x Female Reader

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw always has a plan. It may not be well executed, but he always has a plan. 

But with you, he was willing to take a risk. Even if he nearly passed out on your lap after one too many drinks.

TLDR: Rooster meets romcom. That’s it that’s the tweet. 

Part 1 of RomCom!Rooster

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TW: mentions of alcohol, cursing

*Parts updated biweekly!*

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“Come on, Bradshaw!” Payback shouted. 

The Dagger Squad decided to expand their excursion radius. The Hard Deck was a timeless classic, a hot spot for naval men and women to get together and drink to their hearts’ content. It was an added bonus when someone willingly (or unwillingly, bless Penny Benjamin’s heart for that beloved bell) bought a round.

It was Bob’s suggestion that they try something new. Since the successful mission of the uranium plant, it was a rarity for all of them to get together. They would try to meet up but often end up missing one or two people. In this instance, it was Penny and Maverick. The older couple was currently landing on the island of Hawai’i. 

Penny was told that it was to visit a couple of old pals of her father. Unbeknownst to her, Maverick had a stunning 2-carat gold band tucked into his trusty leather jacket. The Squad was checking repeatedly for any updates to the proposal, whether it would be a surprise or not, but truthfully told, the captain has one of the worst poker faces. The fact it was a secret for this long was an impressive feat. 

So here the group was, scootering along the streets of San Diego aimlessly on electric scooter rentals. Bob was leading the pack, Hangman and Phoenix, with a competitive edge, attempting to catch up, and the remainder of the squad trailing behind. Rooster lagged the most, cursing at the wheels of the device.

“Why on earth did we decide to do this?” Rooster huffed, gripping the handles for dear life. For a man regularly pulling upwards of 7-8 G’s on a somewhat basis, Lime scooters were his worst enemy.

“Someone’s upset he’s falling behind,” Phoenix quipped, pulling up to Bob. For someone wearing chunky heels, she navigated the streets with ease, her glossy brown hair whipping with the wind.

“Or the fact he can’t look as fantastic as me doing it,” Hangman snickered. In true Seresin fashion, the blonde could never turn down an opportunity to show off his Southern roots. A tan Stetson hat perched on his head, and dark brown leather boots peaked out of his blue jeans. 

Rooster rolled his eyes at his friends’ sass. He enjoyed spending time with them, plus, the rest of the world could see him and his ridiculous patterned Hawaiian shirts. Even at 8 P.M., he brought his aviator sunglasses, tucked into the collar of his white tank top.

“Two blocks and it’ll be on your left,” Coyote said, glancing at the directions on his phone with one hand, the other hand steering the scooter. Him and Fanboy were responsible for picking the bars, since they were planning on having everyone bar hop. The night was young, and none of them were getting any younger.

Plus, none of them had work the next day. A full 24-hour recovery for whatever hangover needed to be nursed. Bob made sure to stock the Airbnb’s rental fridge with Pedialyte and Gatorade, ever so prepared. 

A block and a half later, the scooters were parked on a curb a couple of yards from their first destination. Well, most of them. Rooster was muttering angrily because the scooter wouldn’t stay put when he tried to leave it with the rest of them.

“This darn piece of crap!” He mumbled under his breath. Just as he managed to get the transportation device situated, he whipped around to catch up with his pals.

Too quickly one might add, as he collided into you, startled from the sudden movement.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t look where I was going!” You exclaimed, looking up to meet the stranger’s eyes. You were first met with a bushy mustache, a little higher up, chocolate-colored irises. 

His gaze softened, focusing on who he crashed into. The green silk top you wore complimented your skin perfectly, the black leather pants hugging your curves. Even at night, you radiated. Time seemed to slow just a bit.

Rooster was never quick to judge, but he was certain you were one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen. The only other woman on that list was his mother.

“No, I’m sorry, this scooter was the death of me,” He quickly apologized, gesturing to the hell on wheels behind him. “I should’ve paid attention better.”

“Rooster, we go out once, and you’re already embarrassing us!” Fanboy said, suppressing a laugh. He knew how Rooster was eyeing you, and he was planning on teasing him about it later. Payback and Phoenix were thinking the same.

“Oh, is it your guys’ first time around here?” You asked. A phone began to buzz in your pocket, and you reached to pull it out. 

Rooster nodded. The rest of the squad moved closer to the two of you to be included in the conversation. 

“How lovely!” You glanced at the rest of his friends. You pointed to the bar a couple of yards away. “This is one of the best bars in the city. They don’t skimp out on alcohol either.”

“See, Fanboy,” Coyote shot the WSO a smug look. “Yelp never lies.”

“I have to take this call,” You gestured to your buzzing phone. “But perhaps I’ll see you inside. Again, I’m so sorry for bumping into you, I hope you guys enjoy the rest of your night!

And you were off. The group collectively gave a wave, while you made a beeline for the entrance.

His eyes followed you as you walked in.

He wished he got your name.

#rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fic #rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #rooster top gun #top gun x reader #top gun maverick #natasha trace #jake seresin #pete maverick mitchell #maverick fluff #rooster fluff #romcom rooster #bob floyd #phoenix #hangman #bob is my scooter king #miles teller #i havent written in so long #pls help

[phrynefishersfrocks]

The fifth outfit of “Framed for Murder” (Season 2, Episode 9) has Phryne arriving on set in a commanding look of a sharp green jacket and hat, tan jodhpurs, and aviator boots, complemented by a patterned blouse and bright green gloves.

Her jacket is green wool with two buttons and a cinched matching belt. It has a wide peak notched collar and angled flaps over the pockets. She pairs it with tan jodhpurs - a type of pants originally designed for horseback riding based on traditional South Asian style. Jodhpurs are flared at the hip and tight from the calf to the ankle, worn by women in the 1920′s as they began to switch from riding sidesaddle to astride. Buttons can be seen on Miss Fisher’s jodhpurs just peeking above her boots, creating a snug fit below her knee.

Underneath her jacket is a complementary gray-green blouse with matching scarf, which looks to be silk printed with floral and dotted patterns. The blouse is long sleeved with fitted cuffs and dark buttons.

Phryne wears her leather aviator boots to add to the masculine lines of her outfit, with tight lacing and criss-crossed straps over the ankle. These boots were appropriately seen back in “The Green Mill Murder” (1x03) when she takes to the sky to solve a different mystery.

Her green "director's hat" has a dashing brim and a matching band. It was made in Italy by Borsalino - the oldest Italian company specializing in the manufacture of luxury hats since 1857. She pairs this with jade earrings seen in the center of this photo.

Season 2, Episode 9 - “Framed for Murder”

Screencaps from here, promotional photos from the official Facebook (x, x, x) and various sources (x), hat photo from the official Pinterest. Research on jodhpurs from Wikipedia.

#mfmm #miss fisher murder mysteries #phryne fisher #2x09 #s2e09 #Framed for Murder #leather boots #vintage fashion #costume breakdown #costume design #period costume #season two #1920's fashion #essie davis #tv costumes #historical costuming

[i-know-you-wanna-kiss-me]

Bella swan for the style guide thing🩷🩶

Sorry if that's boring lol love youuu

Its not boring at all!!! I just did a twilight re read the other weekend, so this is actually perfect, and ily too 🤍

Starting with the basics

We have these cream and purple long sleeved Henley tops. I don't think that she wears any other henleys, but I feel like they fit in well with her overall style, so I'm including them anyways

Where to buy: Hollister - Women's - henley long sleeve top in white. Tommy Hilfiger - Women's - Ribbed Slim Fit Henley Neck Top.

Bella really loves simple, warm outfits. She wears a lot of long sleeve jumpers in neutral colours

Where to buy: Hollister, Brandy Melville, Primark, Abercrombie and Fitch and

She typically pairs these jumpers and long-sleeves with skinny jeans of the dark wash variety

I personally love jeans from Hollister. They have a bunch that fit her exact style. Other places to buy jeans from include Brandy Melville, Calvin Klein, Diesel and Levi's. You can also look buy jeans from second hand shops too

Her plaid shirts are mostly green or dark blue and worn over plain tank tops. I refuse to buy any plaid shirt unless it comes from the mens section of a charity shops or my dad's wardrobe.

These are the closest copies I could find of the shirts she wears

www.etsy.com/ie/listing/1023881499/woolrich-vintage-plaid-dark-green-shirt?gpla=1&gao=1&.

https://ie.boohoo.com/oversized-checked-shirt/FZZ46821.htm (add an l to the end of it)

https://us.boohoo.com/brushed-oversized-check-shirt---/FZ (add a Z to the end of it)

https://www.llbean.ca/shop/Mens-Scotch-Plaid-Flannel-Shirt-Traditional-Fit/42272.htm (add and l to the end of it)

This is one of the few times we actually see Bella wear a dress (outside of formal events) and its basically just like her normal style.

https://www.prettylittlething.ie/grey-marl-long-sleeve-bodycon-dress.htm (add and l to the end) is the closest dupe I could find for it

Now, her trusty brown and tan jackets. They're definitely some of my fav clothes from the movies and I unironically own a few like these. She wears a few different ones in a variety of different shades and materials. I recommend searching up the closest description for each one to get the desired item.

https://www.themoviefashion.com/product/twilight-swan-bella-slimfit-leather-jacket (add a /)

https://suitingstyle.com/product/bella-swan-black-leather-jacket (add a / )

These are both exact replicas but I'd be careful ordering off of those sites and make sure to read reviews on trip advisor and such

creds to kristenstewartu on Instagram for the pic (I cropped it so you only see the shoes)

Bellas shows are mostly black boots (she wears some basic trainers in the first movie) and heels. I'd recommend these:

New Look - Women's Wide Fit Black Suedette Block Heel Court Shoes

Rocket Dog Womens Sidestep Boots Black

Bella has lovely long brown hair with reddish undertones. She wears it slightly wavy and usually just left out without putting it up. It closely matches the shade 'Chocolate Touch' by Wella hair products.

Hope you like the guide @izzy444angel and I'm doing the Bella Hadid one for you now xoxo it's past midnight where I am so I won't get it done until tomorrow, but it's coming 🩷🩷🩷🤎🤎🤎

[viilpstick]

Alright this is me trying to do something nice for you that aren't just drawings! Since you always write for me I wanted to write for you as well<⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> bless @justm3di0cr3 for helping me with the idea for this<3

•••

"I… I really don't understand why this is necessary…” Monique said quietly as Perse looked through the stalls filled with clothing, ordering her to stay still and stop whining in her ear.

“Oh shush. You might have intricate and wonderful designs but what use do they have if you yourself don't try to dress appropriately?” Vil said, walking closer to the two women and looking at Perse right after. “So?”

“I found something that might fit her nicely, Vil.” The tan girl said, picking out a flowy dress with a flower pattern. She looked at her idol with hopes of having made a good choice, and Vil inspected the dress carefully, taking a look at Monique who felt her cheeks go pink. What, they wanted to put her in that?

“What do you think, Monique?” He asked, taking the dress and putting it in front of her, inspecting a bit more. “Do you like it?”

“W-well… hm… Perse?”

“Don't look at me, belladona. He asked for your opinion, not mine.” she said, shrugging right after.

“If you're not comfortable we will look for something else, but we're not getting out of here until we find an outfit worthy of you.”

Worthy? Of her? Monique felt a sense of embarrassment. How could that dress, that beautiful dress be worthy of someone like her? Of someone like Perse, perhaps, she was way prettier than her, she deserved that dress way more than-

“You like it, don't you?” Vil asked as Monique's eyes went wide. He smiled at her and turned to Perse. “Dear, what kind of jacket would you think would fit her and this dress?”

“Well, a leather jacket would bring nice contrast but considering belladonna's looks…” she turned and looked around, grabbing a soft beige cardigan. “I think something softer might fit better.

“Wonderful. Thank you for the help.” Vil grabbed the cardigan and gave both pieces of clothing to Monique. “Go and dress yourself, potato. We’ll be waiting here to see how it turns out.”

Monique stared at the outfit and looked at Vil and Perse. She opened up her mouth to say something but Perse hurried her to the changing room, not giving any chance for her to say anything about the subject.

As the two waited for their friend to get out, they pair stayed silent until the sound of a notification was heard. Perse sighed in annoyance as she hardly took a minute to read the message.

“Idia?”

“Don't even get me started. He hasn't been letting me breathe ever since I told him I would watch a show with him.” Perse sighed, putting her phone away as Vil chuckled.

“You two are awfully close. And with the way you talked to him after his overblot, well…” Vil started, making Perse hide her face in embarrassment. “One could say you're quite interested in him.”

“Please, Vil, don't say that out loud. It's embarrassing.” After clearing her throat and recovering herself, she looked at the man with a smirk. “One could say the same thing about you and the belladonna flower changing right now.”

“Well, the difference between you and I, my dear, is I'm not interested in hiding my affections.” He stated proudly, though his face betrayed him by the tint of pink on his cheeks. “I am indeed interested in Monique. She has a distinct style, something about her seems different.”

“...you said her sense of style was awful. Isn't that why we're here?”

“No. We’re here because she has a unique style, yet she doesn't seem to want to dress herself in a way that shows said style.” He explained, staring at where the girl walked. “I want her to feel confident and sure of herself to dress the same way she designs.”

Perse stared at her idol for a while more, her lips slowly smiling. She was glad. It appeared that he had found someone truly wonderful.

She would cheer for them for sure.

“Hm… I'm not quite sure about this…” a voice makes itself known, and they recognize it as belonging to Monique as she finally shows herself. The cardigan made a nice contrast to the fitted look the dress gave her, and Vil smiled.

“You look wonderful.” He complimented, getting closer to her and messing with her hair, trying to style it in a way that would complement the outfit. Monique went red, feeling every part of her body where Vil touched her burn. “Still, you're missing something… hold still.”

Vil looked through his belongings, finding a small lipstick. A light pink shade, perfect for the natural look the dress gave her. The blonde grabbed her chin and held it high, staring to apply the lipstick to the girl's lips.

Monique couldn't breathe, he was so close and the way he held her was so gentle, so careful… she felt like she would explode at any minute. She swore she heard a chuckle from Perse.

“There.” He said, finishing the job and holding her face in between his hands, smiling fondly at her. “You’re truly a sight to behold.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I AM CRYING SO HARD. OF HAPPINESS. BUT STILL YOU ALL ARE GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME </33333

THIS IS SO CUTE, SO SO SO CUTE. THE WAY VIL TALKS ABOUT MONIQUE'S STYLES 💜💜💜💜

HE APPLYING THE LIPSTICK ON HER.

STOP YOU ARE MAKING ME KICK MY FEET

I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Kicking my feet, giggling, smiling from ear to ear, hugging my dog (he hates me for it), crying, getting overload with the fluff

AND OML PERSE BEING SUCH A CUTIE <33333

THIS IS NOW MY BED TIME STORY, MY FAVORITE READING EVERYTHING RAAAAAAAh

Mah (and Addie who helped Mah), thank you so sosososos much, I am actually so happy getting something like this in my inbox, you are the sweetest 💜💜💜💜

#i can't express how much this made my day #THANK YOU MAAAAH <333 #drawing or writing i really don't care #just because you took your time to write this for my character and vil already makes me happy asf #💜 ! mah .𖥔 ݁ ˖ #₊˚⊹ ᰔ moots 𓂃 ࣪˖ #⋆ ࣪ 𖥔 . monique d'automne #⋆ ࣪ 𖥔 . vil schoenheit #⋆ ࣪ 𖥔 . vilinique #🫖 | chitchat

[i-luv-carl-grimes]

✮Everything I hate about you ✮

I rested my hands on my hip, my breath heavy sweat ran down my forehead

I was completely done unpacking I lied down on my bed and took a deep breath, I picked up my phone October 22 just five more days till I become an official part of one thing I've loved my whole life, I smiled to my and opened my phone

My smile quickly faded when I seen all then unanswered text to F/n

Y/n

'Hey!'

'Hru'

'How have you been?'

Send Oct 19

Days ago...

Had I done something? Maybe hurt her? Why is she ignoring me? I sat my phone on my chest, my breathing grew heavier and quicker, my vision begain to fad

"No, not again" I said and sat up

'Buy one get three free!'

A coupon for a book shop I picked up a not to long ago while getting groceries. I got up and looked at it be for making a decision. I grabbed it and the money I had $14, ill make it work. I was about to open my door when I seen what I was wearing, my pajamas

I sat my things down and walked over to my closest, I sat there looking for God knows, when I grabbed a brown and tan thinly stripped sweater a black skirt, black tights and black and white convers as well as a off white scaf and my black lether coat, then some light makeup, grabbed my stuff and headed down stairs to see Gina in the kitchen. I felt my body tense up, I needed to ask my mom if I could borrow the car

"Oh Hi Y/n" My mom said and Gina looked at me and Smiled I shyly walked over to her and pointed to my ear making my mom roll her eyes and bend down, "can I borrow the car, I wanna go to a book store" I asked. "Of course, just be home by 6 alright?" she asked and I nodded. "You've got yourself a really beautiful Daughter m/n (mom name)" Gina said and once again I froze. "Yes, but she's always been my silent princess" my mom said and I felt my face heat up from embarrassment. I slowly made my way out of the awkward situation and grabbed my mom's keys before heading out.

Time skip!!

Chandler's pov:

One of my friends birthdays was coming up so I decided to get them a gift, they said that they heard about this one book series they really wanted to get into, apparently it was an apocalypse type book, I had just gotten payed so might as well right?

I walked into the book store, it was a week day so not many people where there, it seemed that only my school took the day off, I was walking around trying to find the book when I stumbled upon a very fanilier girl holding one of the books I was here for. A faint and small smile painted her Rosie pick lips, freakels spotted her skin almost perfectly as if her skin was pur porcelain, she tucked her h/l (hair length) h/c (hair color) behind her ear revealing her soft shy e/c (eye color) eyes, it was almost as if everything about her was soft and gentil, from the way She spoke to the way she moved. She looked up from her book thats when I realized I had been 'looking' for to long, I quickly walked away and to any other bookshelf. One where she couldn't see me. How long was I looking at her for? Why was I looking so long? I dislike her, a lot so why?

Whatever

I waited for her to check out and leave when a women working walked up to me with a black leather jacket. "Excuse me sir, but do you know that girl who just came in? I seen you looking at her for a while and she left her jacket, do you think you could get it back to her," the women asked say no say no say no sa- "sure" I said fuck. "Great thanks" she said then handed me the jacket

Wonderful

I checked out went to my car and drove to y/n house, I really should have said no

Y/n's pov:

I got home and went straight to my room, one of my new books I had gotten was absurdly amazing and I just had to finish it, I changed into some comfy clothes (t-shirts but a wide neck line and black biker shorts) then grabbed the book and jumped on my bed as well as grabbed my phone and headphones to listen to music. After a while my cheeks started to hurt from smiling so much and my legs grew tired from kicking them. I never really liked romance all that much but god did I have a soft spot for books that take place in any kind of apocalypse. The more I read the more my heart rate rose the suspense of waiting for these characters to kiss finally came to an end, the smile on my face grew 10x as big as it was and my legs kicked harder while getting out high picked giggles and sequels

But that all was short living when I opened my eyes and seen a boy standing in my door frame with a disgusted look on his face. I felt my face heat up I'm embarrassment when I realized I was wearing shorts, not only did he see me being all weird but he also seen my stretch marks (if u don't have stretch marks ignore that part) "I brought your jacket back" he said and threw it at me, "i-im sorry" I said quietly. "Geez your embarrassing" he spat then walked out

God dammit

#carl grimes #carl the walking dead #the walking dead #twd carl #carl x reader #twd x reader #chandler riggs #chandler riggs x reader #fanfic #fanfiction

[evieebun125]

191 | Episode 84 - Dishing the Dirt

Day 12. 78-84

[ID: A digital drawing of Grizzop Drik Acht Amsterdam Sasha Rackett, Albert Einstein and Hamid Saleh Haroun Al-Tahan from rusty quill gaming. Grizzop and Sasha are attempting to convince Einstein to teleport them while Hamid is turned away and grieving. Grizzop is a gray goblin with red eyes and his ears are pierced with silver and green earrings. He is wearing a green overcoat and silver Artemis armor, beige pants, and leather gloves. Sasha is a slim white women with dark hair and eyes, she is wearing a brown leather studded jacket. Hamid is an Egyptian Halfling with short curly brown hair and freckles, he is wearing a green suit and creme shirt. Einstein is a tanned older man with wild white hair and mustache. He is wearing a white robe over a dark gray shirt. /End ID]

#hamid saleh haroun al tahan #rqg #rusty quill gaming #rqgaming #sasha rackett #eviee's art #grizzop drik acht amsterdam #rqg einstein #eviee's dailies #rqgtober2022

[tulipps-maehem]

Odena

(n) a mystical force present in all people

empowers them to affect the world,

and to change their own lives

—

This is the Story of how Aris, the red headed demon, and how she meets the loves of her life. This is the story of how Aris carved her place into the blue sees and brought back her ancestors name to reality.

Chapter 2- Inizio

new beginnings

slight trigger warning- vomit and talk of eating disorder

Aris had gotten dressed and scrubbed the excess blood off of her tanned skin, Hip had already come in and given her a change of non-torn to shreds clothes as well as some basic necessities, crutches, and a towel so she could dry off after her shower. 

The clothes were actually quite nice. The outfit consisted of a spiked bra, leather jacket with various little pins and patches and a small leather skirt. There was one small problem though- the clothes were extremely tight the top felt like it would pop, and that the skirt would rip as soon as she sat down.  But thankfully the jacket had a backflap she could make do so her wings could sit comfortably on her back. 

The tattooed woman made her way out of the room on her crutches, they sat uncomfortably under the snowy white of her wings. She followed her nose and the slight sound of chatter over the clicking of crutches on smooth wooden deck. Upon walking in Hip and Hop pulled her into the table of girls that included them Quincy, Emma, and Dive. Aris had to admit she was slightly intimidated by the hoard of punk women pulling her along to their table. She studied each of their faces and their way of dressing. If she was honest envied their confidence.    

  The girls gushed over Aris as yet another girl was to be added to the crew and they were so very excited. They asked her all about Skypia after hearing the news from Killer that the reason for the wings wasn't a Devil fruit but it was because she wasn't human.    

Meanwhile as the girls chatted and slowly got Aris a little more comfortable, at the head of the mess hall sat Captain Eustass Kid, Killer, Heat, and Wire. 

“she looks better as one of us” wire signed

"Wires right she looks way cooler as a punk. that outfit shows more of those tattoos too” 

“Heat it's rude to stare” 

“sorry killer” 

“What do you think about her boss” wire singed

“she's annoying as shit. You said she has a mouth on her too” 

“in her defense I don't think she's ever actually heard anything about us other then we crucify people and you and killers names. So I'm sure waking up and seeing killer would be pretty fucking terrifying. I mean he still scares some crew members..”

”Whatever she better fucking pull her weight if I'm gonna let a goddamned strawhat stay here” 

The four men watched as she warmed up to the girls. Heat and Wire made more small talk, or more singing back and fourth. as the captain and soldier discussed the girl. Killer didn't get why Kid took an immediate disliking to her. She wasn’t much trouble, sure she was mouthy but it was a good way. And he had to admit she was pretty too..l or maybe he just had a thing for redheads..

Eustass stared the girl down as she chatted with his crew. He’d been studying her movements since she walked into the room. The way her hips swung when she walked, how her lips parted ever so slightly even when resting due to the stitches, the golden of her eyes getting smaller when Quincy brought up something of interest. There was just something about the way she glanced back at him with those eyes that he couldn’t stand.

She was too much for him to stand and it annoyed the hell out of him. He grumbled as he stared at her eyes of amber fixated on her movements. Now that he looked she was awfully skinny he could see the indents of her hips and even count a few ribs. He also wondered what her wings felt like. Could he even touch them?

“Killer what do you know about the shandorian race.”

“eh I’ll be honest with ya, not very much is known about them. I think I have a book written by the Mont Blanc Noland guy.i can lend it to ya if you wanna know more about them. It should have things on their wings and cultural studies”

“did they not have much food?”

“I said I didn’t know, but why is that what you ask out of everything I thought you were going to”

“cuz she’s skinny, and not in like the brothel girl way, Kil, I can count her ribs. The dumbass also isn’t eating much either.”

“Talk quieter asshole, she could have an eating disorder or something. I know she was raised to be a human weapon”

“Well if I’m gonna have someone on my crew they better eat no one wastes my partners food. Work with her on it. I’m done dealing with this”

And with that the Captain stood giving a glare before marching away. Grumbling as he passed the redheaded woman. Heat and Wire signed to each other about the whole thing, wondering what his deal was.

Aris was actually having a good time until she noticed everyone around her had finished their meals and had been staring at her to finish her own.

“What’s wrong do you not like it? You could use some more meat on your bones so you should probably eat up.”

Quincy had said, oblivious to the pained look on the winged woman’s features as she spoke. She just sighed and took a small bite before saying

“I’m not really hungry right now.. just a little sick”

the girls shrugged at her words and stood to put their things away as Ari’s sat and stared at her food. The food was indeed delicious, but that was just the problem. Killers cooking reminded her all to much of Sanji’s and thinking about how he gave his life for hers just made her stomach hurt. She felt sick. Thankfully most of everyone had left the room before she stood a hurriedly rushed to the bathroom.

She had barely made it to the little room she had been kept in before she burst, not even making it to the toilet before grabbing on the notch of the bed and doubling over. First to get spat up was the little bit of dinner she ate. God she hated how sick she sometimes would get. Just when she thought her stomach had cleared its contents it decided to empty everything until the odd orange color of stomach bile showed.

She hadn’t even notice herself collapsing to the floor into her own sick. She panted in a mess of drool and tears as she lie there feeling another warm liquid drip from the seams of her stitches. She didn’t even notice the door to her room opening.

Killer stood in the doorway. He had decided to check in on the girl after Wire has pointed out her running away. He stood in shock as he walked in on the mess. He rushed forward and sat the girl up

“Ya doin ok doll face? The fuck is this”

the masked man’s words were painful like an arrow to the heart. She let out a strangled sob at the nickname

“Je t'aime doll face, Je t'aime tellement..” sanji said as he held the girls body close to his, peppering her face in kisses as they lie under the stars on the deck of the sunny. “I promise to show you all the amazing things in the world- as a thank you for showing yourself to me as not even drowning in the all blue could ever be as breathtaking as you.”

The girls fingers traced over the stitches in her lip as Killer snatched the girl into his chest at her cry. That cry was something he knew he never wanted to hear again. It reminded him of the first time he heard his partner cry, and how it struck his chest so deep it felt like knives raining down. He stroked the girls hair ignoring the chunks of half digested food encrusting it.

“I’m sorry angel I won’t call ya that again, let’s get you cleaned up yea?”

#one piece #kid pirates #killer one piece #oc #eustass kid #my ocs #straw hat pirates #Odena

[moonlight-rider25]

Winchester Girl. Chapter 1

Warnings: Rated PG13, swearing, smoking, fluff, angst

Present day, Massachusetts 11:49pm.

…"Well, aren't you two a sight for sore eyes."

You take a deep breath and swing the door open for the two towering men to slip in between. Latching it behind you, you exhale heavily and slowly turn towards them, they both stand with a solemn look on their face as they stare back at you.

"Glad to see your two smiling faces…" You say sarcastically as you cross your arms over your chest.

"...So what's the occasion, boys?"

Sam wipes his hand over his mouth and begins to stir anxiously before you. Dean keeps his eyes set on you, hands deep in his pocket with his usual stoic face resting in place.  You roll your eyes and turn towards the doorway of the small kitchen; adjacent to the living room. 

It wasn't much and it sure wasn’t fancy, but it was yours and you were proud of it. Left to you by your gran, you couldn't complain of the slightly run down two bedroom home you had once grown up in with your mom and sister. Strutting over to the fridge, you swing the door open and closed with a smack. Returning only a moment later with two beers in hand. You cautiously extend them out towards the boys and they take them without a word while you seat yourself down against the fake leather sofa. They pop the covers off, resting them on the China cabinet nearby, and take long sips; still refusing to utter a word. You peer towards the TV and grasp your vodka soda, from the side table. You take a long sip from the cracked, repurposed KFC straw facing away from them.

"..Gonna make me drink alone?" You ask coyly, still looking towards the small flat screen.

Finally you hear their footsteps approach from the back of the sofa and watch Sam ease into the old, tan, oversize recliner, somehow still making it seem small.  Leaving Dean to perch uneasily at the opposite end of the sofa by your feet.

You sip from the straw without meeting their precarious looks and clear your throat. 

"Look I got a 9 to 5 to get to in the morning, and PTA after school, can we please skip the guessing games, and get to the point?" 

Sam rubs his brow as Dean stares blankly down towards the coffee table and they stir anxiously. 

"We didn't mean to intrude, Y/N, we just need a little help on this one.." Sam finally utters apologetically.

"No shit, I assumed that much. Why else would you two lumberjacks show up unannounced at my door?" 

You state coldly reaching down towards the coffee table for your pack of L&M reds. You pluck one from the pack and toss it back on the table. You place the slim white cigarette between your lips and feel around your pants pockets for your lighter. Fishing down into the crease of the couch, only coming up with stale goldfish and matchbox cars; you sit up and reach further into the gritty couch crevice.  Finally hitting a familiar feeling with your fingertips, you peer up to spy Dean's hand extended with his shiny metal zippo lighter ready, inches from your cigarette. You reach over and puff eagerly, lighting it on the flame and peer up into his glimmer green eyes for a brief second before sitting back against the couch crossing your legs again and exhaling slowly.

"When are you gonna quit those, Y/N?..." Dean asks, snapping the lighter closed and dropping it back in his jacket pocket. 

"Oh, save it.." You say after taking another long inhale.  "...100% of non-smokers die too… especially in this line of work." 

Dean stares daggers at you as you flick the end of the cigarette into the ashtray. You boldly meet his look again, bringing the butt of the cigarette to your lips and sucking at it again.

"Vamp nest." He says coldly in his deep intimidating voice. "A big one…" He says craning his head over to eye Sammy. 

"They, uhh, apparently have been targeting young women…" Sam adds, once meeting Dean's look.

He swallows and brushes the stray hairs from his face as he stutters to get the words out.

"Where?" You ask, exhaling a vast white cloud of smoke from your mouth directly towards; Dean who grimaces.

"About a day's drive from here.." Sam answers with a nod.

You flick the ash into the ashtray beside you again and turn back towards the TV.

"..Think it can wait till tomorrow morning?" You ask with another puff thick in your throat.

It was Thursday night, you were mom free Friday after 8am to Sunday at 5pm. Sam and Dean both know and most of the time, respectfully understand this; after all, it was obviously the biggest reason you weren't as active in hunting, as you wanted to be. 

Sam remains silent, nodding in his seat after taking a long sip of his Bud Weiser.  Dean looks back towards you, and you slowly meet his eye, taking a sip from your straw.

"It'll have to be, won't it?" He says with a devilish look in his eyes.

You crack a sarcastic smile through the straw in your mouth and roll your eyes as you turn back towards the TV. 

You finish your butt and stub it out, leaning forward on the couch before getting up and making your way towards the linen closet to grab sheets, pillows, and blankets for them. You hear them mumble low in their thick deep voices, not as quietly as they probably imagine; and make sure to slam the closet door shut, signaling your return. Your arms full of bedding for them, you see Dean relaxed against the back of the couch with his feet kicked up on the coffee table. His arm outstretched against the top of the plush sofa where you had just been. They both turn towards you with curious looks on their faces.

"So, one in the recliner, one on the pullout…" you say slowly, rounding the couch. "...That or you can share the pullout…" you add through a smile, placing the bundle of blankets on the couch.

They both crack a smile and you look around trying to make sure everything is in order for them.

Dean eyes you again with a daring look; “...Sammy can’t bunk with you?” He says with a snicker.

You glare towards him with a warning look.

"Feel free to use the shower…help yourself to snacks.." You gesture towards the kitchen.

"You uhh… you got any of those little foil wrapped things? …come in a two pack?" Dean asks with a smirk.

You exhale a quiet sigh, biting back a smirk, and watch as Sam tries to hide his own smile creeping across his face.

"Pop Tarts?" You ask through a snicker.

Dean's face lightens up as he allows his smile to grow across his lips.

"Yeah! Those little devils are delicious!" He tells you, straightening up against the couch a bit.

You allow the laugh to linger in the air as you stride towards the kitchen. You reach up into the cabinet and grab the two boxes perched on the faded painted shelf; brown sugar for Sam and Chery for Dean. You swing the cabinet shut and walk back out into the living room, kicking a few action figures to the side in the process. You hold up the two foil covered packages and they both beam a smile in your direction. You toss them their pop tarts, hearing them eagerly tear into their packages as you head for the bolt lock on the front door. You fasten it and dip back into the kitchen against the doorway swatting at the light switch on the wall. You hear Dean's eager hum as he indulges into the breakfast snacks; while reaching for the metal cord on the lamp beside the couch. You grab the remote from the coffee table and toss it in Sam's lap, who's also enjoying the child's snack. 

"Don't stay up too late," you tell them, brushing your fingers through Sam's thick head of hair as you trek back towards the hall to your room. "Finns an…"

"..An early riser, I know… we know!" Dean remarks through his mouthful.

“...God, you need a haircut..” You joke towards Sam.

He chuckles a bit and you trail away from the two down the hall.

You walk past your doorway and stand quietly for a moment watching Finley sleep soundly, with the gentle blue hue of his dinosaur nightling on his bed stand. You pace back towards your room and quietly shut your door behind you before slipping into an old oversized tee shirt, and drop your bottoms to the floor. You plug your phone in, and place it on your nightstand before rotating the little knob on your lamp; the room growing dark. The hushed murmur from the TV in the living room, fills the air as you roll over in bed and sigh a deep exhale of relief. 

As much as you hate to admit it, there is a huge sense of relief knowing the two Winchester brothers sit out in your living room tonight.  Not a goddamn thing to fear; burglar, ax murderer, or the creatures that haunt most people's nightmares; would be getting very far into your house tonight. You recall a time where you spent every night with that kind of reassurance… but it had been years since then.  Regardless of how many nights alone you spent in your bed reminding yourself not to worry of things that may go bump in the night…your past had a funny way of always showing back up at your worn out New England door. Little did those tall handsome Winchester boys know that a little part of you each night was always hoping they would... 

~~~~~

The sun peeks through the faded shades as you hear the little peppering footsteps tear down the wooden hallway. You roll over in your bed peering at the alarm clock 5:12 am glows back at you. You sigh, turning back over and groaning against your pillow.

“Oh nice, he let me sleep in 12 minutes today..”

You pull the blankets up over your head and sigh again trying to shake the sleep from your head…then your heart drops into your stomach 

"Ahhhh!" 

The blood curdling scream that haunts your nightmares. You burst from your bed and rush towards the living room, completely forgetting your attire and the fact that the two Winchester boys are…were still sleeping in the living room. 

"Uncle Dean!" Finn yells, sprinting across the living room floor. 

"Finn! No!" You shout rushing towards him, but it's too late; he lands feet first in the middle of the pull out, where Dean's limp half covered body lays. Dean jumps, as Finn's body lands in the middle of him.

He grunts and coughs rolling over and sitting up, eyeing you who stands in nothing more than your old tee shirt, barely covering your butt.

"...Sorry!" You say lifting Finn off of the impressively gorgeous looking man and placing him on the floor beside you.

Sam, hearing the commotion stirs awake from his rest and tosses the blankets from his huge torso sitting up in the beaten up recliner. His bare chest and giant shoulders, glistening as he reaches over for Finn.

"Heeey, buddy!" Sam says through his sleep ridden voice.

Finn scampers over and crawls up into Sam's lap, perching himself on the large flat arm of the old tan chair. 

"Oh, jeeze, watch your feet bud…" Sam says adjusting the blankets over his lap.

You curl your lips up into a tightly pinched smirk and cover your mouth realizing how exposed you are standing with your back to Dean.

"What are you guys doing here?" Finn asks in his innocent little voice.

"Uhhhg.. were, we uhhh…" Sam stutters looking from yours and Dean's face for an answer.

Dean rolls over in his spot sitting up and batting his eyes, still not sure as to what the hell is going on around him.

"Uncle Sam and Dean are just in town on business, so they stopped by to say hello!" You lie coyly through your best mom face.

Finns face peers up at you with a slight scowl. 

"Why can't they ever visit when I'm not in school?" He asks with a frown.

"Uncle Sam and Dean's work is everyday, buddy.” You try to console the sad little face peering up at you. “They don’t get weekends and vacations like you do..." You add, turning on your feet to head towards the kitchen. You grab a pillow from Dean's bed and playfully smack him with it as you walk by. 

"Why don't you go get dressed and let Uncle Sam and Dean clean up the living room. You call over your shoulder heading towards the kitchen.

You turn the faucet on, and dump the coffee grounds from the day before.  You hear Finn's footsteps putter back up the hall and hear the groans of the men stirring. 

"You guys got about 90 seconds to make yourself decent before he's back out here…" you call from the kitchen. 

The water trickles into the dingy coffee maker and you grab the hand towel nearby, eyeing the many empty beer bottles placed on the counter..

"..We're decent.." You hear Dean argue in a slurred groan. 

"Mmmm… I'm sure.." You mumble to yourself through a smile, tossing handfuls of empties into the recycling.

They clink against each other and you hang the hand towel back up on the slim metal rack before shutting the cabinet door.

"...More decent that you are…’mommy’…" a deep growl of a voice echoes from behind you.

Spinning around, you see Dean standing in the kitchen doorway in his jeans and Grey t shirt; his hair messed a bit from sleeping. You scowl at him backing up against the kitchen sink and flash him a sarcastic smirk. 

"Sorry, I was too busy saving your.. ‘pitched tents’ from major injury…" you tell him, biting back a cackle. "...my bad!" You snicker.  

He looks you up and down leaning against the wooden doorway with a thick smirk on his face. Crossing his arms, he allows his eyes to linger up and down your long legs. You spin around choking on your laughter a bit and reach up on your toes towards the cabinets quickly realizing your oversized tee... is not over sized enough. You lower yourself back down, inching carefully towards him before standing directly between him and the small space between him and the door frame.

"...Cups are up there.." You tell him, reaching up and ruffling his bed head. “..Help yourself.." 

You mutter quickly walking behind the back of the couch by Sam who's buttoning up his flannel.

You hear Dean mutter something under his breath, as you pass by Finn in the hall who's proudly wearing a superman cape over his ninja turtle housecoat.

"Is she wearing pants?!" Sam asks surprised.

"Nah..nope.." Dean answers before he's greeted by Finn's wonderful outfit choice.

You pop a pair of loose Nike shorts on and fly back out past the couch again. Dean still propped up against the doorway of the kitchen.

"You make a better door than a window.." you tell him, slipping again between him and the wooden frame. 

He snickers but says nothing else as you reach into the freezer and pluck a couple frozen Waffles from the box. You plug the toaster in and drop them down into the metal slats before pressing down the handle.  Out in the living room you hear the giant plastic tote of action figures; crash onto the floor.

"Finn!" You sigh heavily, reaching up in the cabinets for three mugs. "You need to make sure to clean all those up before school today, hear me?" 

You grab the still dripping coffee pot and pour the mugs full. A small 'mmmhmm' coming from the living room as you wipe up the coffee splatter.  You hand Dean his brimming cup of black coffee and grab the cream from the fridge adding a dash to yours and Sam's mug. 

"Uhg, thanks..Y/N…you didn’t have to do..." Sam says with a slight smile as you hand him his mug.

You sip eagerly from your own cup and swipe your pack of cigs off the coffee table from last night, shooting him a knowing look.  He smiles and nods as you pop a cigarette between your lips and peer around the living room for the remote you tossed in Sam's lap. He nods with a grunt through his mouthful of coffee and reaches beside the recliner, handing the small black TV control to you.  

"Thanks!" 

You aim it at the small screen and flash on Finns current favorite Netflix show. You swipe the butt out of your mouth and step over towards Finn who's all too busy with ‘Thor’ at the moment. 

"Keep it down, babe. It’s still early for Uncle Sam and Dean, okay?" You tell him, pressing a kiss on the top of his golden brown hair. 

He nods and begins clashing the plastic action figure into an unwilling opponent and you pop the butt back in your mouth. You realize once again your without a lighter;

"Fuck!" You blurt out.

"That's a bad word, mommy." Finn tells you plainly.

"Yes, it is baby, I'm sorry.." You rush back towards the kitchen where Dean has moved enough out of the way of the door and light the propane stove. It ticks a few times before igniting and you crane your head down towards the flame inhaling to light your cigarette on the hot blue wave.

"Yeah…that seems safe.." Dean sarcastically remarks watching you. 

He takes a long sip of coffee and you remember the Waffles in the toaster. As if on instinct; they pop up and you grab a plastic superhero plate from the clean dish rack and plop the Waffles onto the plate. Along with a cup of apple juice and the smallest fork you can find in the utensil drawer; you place them at the table and call over to Finn for breakfast. 

Finley darts through the kitchen with Iron man and Thor battling midair.  He scoots sideways into his seat, making sure to prop them up and watch him as he eats. 

You turn towards the counter, cigarette in hand gulping back the rest of your coffee and pour another cup.

 "Mommy!" 

"Right, syrup…" 

You turn back towards the fridge and grasp onto the sticky bottle of 'real Vermont syrup' clanking it onto the table next to Finn. 

"Not too much!" You remind him as you strut back out of the kitchen. 

Dean takes a seat at the kitchen table with Finn and you hear a muffled; "Whoa buddy, that's enough..don't ya think?"

Sam folds the bedding up and meets your eye. 

"Oh, don't worry about that!" You tell him, taking a long puff. "I gotta throw it in the wash first." 

You hold the cigarette between your teeth and reach out over Dean's pull out filling your arms with the mismatched linens. Sam hesitantly hands you the 'neatly folded' sheet and you smile through your cigarette. 

"You guys hungry?" You ask as you exhale making your way up towards the hall, throwing the pile of laundry in your arms onto the floor in front of the washing machine.

"Uhhh, no were…were fine, thanks Y/N.." Sam says shyly.

"I got more poptarts." You say walking back out to the living room. 

Sam chuckles a bit, shaking his head; you both turn towards the kitchen hearing Dean's chair screech against the floor as he hears you mention 'pop tarts'. 

"Well…I'm fine.." Sam adds with a chuckle. 

You take a final long puff from your L&M and snuff it out in the ashtray. 

"Sorry Sam, I'd make you an omelet or something if I had the time.." You tell him apologetically.

You stop for a moment, crossing your arms and stare up at the tall man before you; taking in all the little details you remember…

His brown hair framing his face, his eyebrows flustered up when he talks, his little thin lips puckered as he listens to you speak, and the faint stubble trying desperately to grow in around his mouth and chin.  He's got a few more pronounced wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, but other than that all you can see is the man you once fell in love with.  

Sam's eyes dart back and forth as his smile falls away from his face then reappears again.

"It's fine, seriously Y/N..were fine."

He tries to meet your eye, showing his sincerity.

"Fine, and dandy!" Dean mutters loudly through a mouthful of pop tarts from the kitchen.

Both you and Sam laugh a bit hearing Dean in the other room. Sam clears his throat a bit and sets his mug down on the coffee table and exhales with a slight rock in his step before meeting your eyes again.

“Well you look, uh, good.. Been taking care of yourself?” he asks hesitantly, stuffing his hands down into his jeans pockets. 

You pause a moment, craning your head to the side a bit as you watch him shift uncomfortably.

“...Trying to..” You tell him with a playful scoff. 

He smiles and meets your eyes again for a moment, before shifting away quickly.  You sigh and turn your face down to the floor, spying his hands anxiously fidgeting within his pockets. You look back up holding your gaze on him for a moment.

“You don’t gotta be nervous Sam…” you tell him, shaking your head a bit. “...It's just me…”

He scoffs with a quick smirk, plucking his hands out from his pockets and planting them firmly at his waist.  Finally he sighs and meets your look, without darting in different directions. 

“You look good too, Sam. I’m glad to see it..” You add still watching him from your spot.

You sigh and shake your head a bit glancing at the clock on the wall beside the door.

"Shit!” You gasp frantically, “I gotta hop in the shower!" 

"Bad word mommy!" Finn reminds you from the kitchen.

"You're right, I'm sorry baby!" You call trailing back down the hallway.

“Help yourselves to whatever!” You call out down the hall, spinning the dial of the shower on.

~~~~

Some time later you dash back out towards the living room, your hair flung up in a towel. You pick up Finn's sticky Waffles plate and drop it into the sink before grabbing a third cup of coffee. …Or you would have, but you spy the empty pot instead.

You dump the dripping coffee grounds into the trash, and start a new pot before dashing back out to the living room for your pack of cigarettes. Finn sits on the floor in front of Dean and Sam who are both fully dressed now and sipping their coffee.

"Sorry…" Dean calls from behind his mug. "...didn't mean to finish it on you." 

"It's fine, I'm making a new pot.." You say reaching down between the couch cushions for your lost lighter.

Dean takes a long dramatic sip with a long smack at the end and Sam chuckles in his seat, clearly amused with the cartoons playing on the TV.

"Oh here.." Dean says, patting himself up searching for something in his jacket.

He extends his hand out, with his treasured vintage zippo extended towards you.

"Oh…thanks, but.." You stand before him with your finally recovered; plastic pink lighter in hand. 

You light your cigarette and pull down the towel from your head marching back off towards your bedroom. 

"Finn, try and use the bathroom before we go, please!" You shout from your room. “And change…you cant wear pjs to school!”

You slick some mascara on your lashes and dollop your armpits in some cheap ladies antiperspirant. You smear on some chapstick and brush through your hair just in time for Finn to appear at your doorway; eager and ready for the day as usual. You crouch down a bit, and plant a big sloppy kiss on his cheek before ruffling his hair into place.  

"Alright, you ready!?" You ask gleefully.

Back out towards the living room yet again you snatch Finn's lunchbox and stuff a snack pack, some knock off veggie chips, an apple, and a tiny water bottle into the black and yellow batman lunch box. 

Sam and Dean stand, looking towards you as you throw your purse over your shoulder and step into your flip flops. You help Finn with his backpack and turn back to face the two men.

"I'll be back in like 30..." You say, remembering to grab your pack of cigarettes and lighter off the coffee table.

"Y/N…do you…is there anything we can do?..." 

"No you're fine, I'll be right back!" You tell them frantically, peering down at your phone.

Sam elbows Dean, who tries to hold back the scoff, turning towards you.

"..I can take the kid.." Dean says as he clears his throat.

"...In ‘baby’!?" You ask with a snicker.

They peer out the window, then back towards each other. 

"..No, we'll be fine, don't worry about it." You tell them again.

They both sigh and you turn towards the door ushering Finn out.

"Y/N, we can help, just tell us what to do.." Sam says calmly in his reassuring tone.

The door is only ajar when you stop; sighing a deep breath before closing your eyes for a quick moment. 

"Okay, fine.. go do the…dishes or something.." You reply before shutting the door behind you.

"Dude, I don't remember her being this…this.." 

"Give her a break, Dean." Sam says with a long exhale. "She's a mom, now, and, …she's doing the best she can.."

~~~~

You bite your lip sitting at the red traffic light watching the clock tick onward in the dash. 

"Come on…Friday…you can do this.." You mumble under your breath through a deep sigh.

You dig your nails into the back of the pleather steering wheel as you sit agitated in your seat.

"Mom?" Finn asks from the back seat.

"Yeah, bud?" You reply, peering towards him in the rear view.

"...where's my homework folder?"

You roll your eyes as another deep breath courses through you.

"..probably on the kitchen floor where you left it…" You reply regrettably. 

The light finally blinks green and you roll out through the intersection. The crossing guard waves you on into the line up beside the school, and you park the car before jumping out and opening the back door for Finn. 

"It's alright, it's Friday we'll get your homework to Mrs. Barnes Monday morning, okay?" 

Finn hops out with a frown on his face. You straighten his hair once again and help him loop his arms through the straps of his backpack. You kneel down eye level to him and peer up into his bright little blue eyes.

"It's Friday!" You cheer quietly to him. 

He casts you a small, meek smile.

“Mom, can I stay with you this weekend?” Finn asks with a slight heartbreaking frown.

“No, babe, it's daddy's weekend, you know that..” You tell him apologetically.

“Just tonight then?” he pleads. “Just to say bye to Uncle Sam and Dean?”

You sigh, unable to give him an answer you or he wants to hear.

“Please?” 

You bite back your bottom lip peering up into his sad little blue eyes.

“...We’ll see them again. We always do..” you huff in a regrettable tone.

“It’s not fair!” Finn protests angrily. “Why does dad have to ruin everything!?” 

“Hey, come on…it’s not his fault…”

You stand back up pecking a kiss on top of his head and usher him down the sidewalk towards the front of the school.  

"I'll see you Sunday!" You call cheerfully, as he angrily strides towards the front door.

You stand with your arms crossed watching, making sure he disappears between the two giant blue doors before you allow your gaze to drop.

You sigh as you regrettably sulk back towards the car, recalling what you told him; ‘we’ll see them again..’  hopefully…  

You shake the thought from your head. The sun is already beating down at full force under the bright blue skies as you pluck the doors handle and seat yourself against the driver's seat.  You turn the key and flip the AC on; its cool air blasts against your face as you shift the car into reverse.  You back out and head towards the wretched red light that never allows you a free pass. You stare off into the opposite direction of traffic and wait patiently; when your phone rings. You fish around in the passenger side seat for the vibrating brick and click the green answer button.

"Hello?..."

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Money for nothing 2

 I woke up to a text from Becky the next morning. My brain felt foggy, like everything from yesterday was a dream. But her text confirmed that it was defiantly not. “Hey sissy girl! Let’s go shopping today! Me and the girls think it’s time you finally got some skirts, dresses and lingerie sets! And some makeup! You got to look sexy for all those boys now that you finally realize you're the girly sissy you are!!” 

Well I’m defiantly still coming to terms with what happened, but a shopping trip with the girls does sound like fun. “I just woke up! How does 11 at the mall sound?” I replayed back. 

I got up to use the bathroom. I sat to pee like I have since I moved in with Becky. She said I wasn’t allowed to stand to pee, it’s too messy. Now I struggle to pee standing up anywhere, it just doesn’t seem right. I scrolled through my Instagram feed and I realized everything on my feed is what Becky and the girls follow. I literally have been living like a girl! How did I miss this?!?

I was actually excited about picking out some new clothes! I opened my closet and could finally see that it was all just women’s clothes. I went through and carefully picked out each piece I was going to wear today.

Just then I got a reply from Becky “I’ll be over in a few minutes. I have a surprise for you! Don’t get dressed yet!” What kind of surprise could she have for me? 

I made myself a cup of coffee and started the shower. It was warm and relaxing. I shaved my whole body. I enjoyed the feminine soaps that I have used for years now, also Becky’s suggestion. I applied my moisturizer to my face, and plucked my eyebrows to keep their shape pretty. 

I brushed my long blond hair, I decided to wear it down today. I love how long it is! I heard a knock at the door and wrapped myself in my short black satin robe. It hardly went past my butt, and made my smooth legs look really long. 

I opened the door to see Becky standing there looking beautiful! She was wearing short white booties and black low wasted flare pants. Her mid drift was showing her smooth, toned, lightly tanned stomach. She had this cute little white long sleeve crop top on, with this cropped leather jacket on top. In one hand she had her purse and in the other were two large plastic bags.

Her makeup looked super cute with very simple, natural look. Her long hair curled and full of volume. “Hey Samantha! You look so cute! I’m so excited for today!” She said with a bubbly excitement in her voice. 

I smiled back, it was so nice to see my closest friend. As she walked in, I matched her excitement. “Aw thanks Becky! I’m so excited too! Do you need help with those bags?” 

“No, that’s ok, let’s go to your room. It’s time for a makeover!” She exclaimed as she led me straight to my room. She was clearly very excited, as if she had been waiting to do this for years. 

I followed her into my room and watched as she placed the bags on my neatly made bed. “Ok girl! I have a few things to get you started with this new life of yours, and I thought you should go shopping looking stunning! So let’s get you dressed and then I’ll do your makeup! How does that sound?” Her excitement was contagious and I couldn’t help but reciprocate with an infectious “Sounds great!”

Without waiting for my reply, she opened my closet and immediately started pulling out clothes. “Great! Since I already know your whole closet, I thought these few things were all you would need to complete this look! I want you to look like a complete sexy babe for some big daddy to use! To just turn heads everywhere we go. Ok princess, go put some panties on, mmm lacy back would be best!” She just continued to go through my closet. 

I opened up the drawer of my “underwear”. How did I not see that it was all just panties all these years. I picked out a black lace thong and slid it on under my robe. 

I turned around to see she had laid out my black leather jacket, and my cute black cropped zipper long sleeve. As well as one of my bags, I can now see so clearly the purse that it is. What was new were the crotchless tights, the short leather skirt, and the leather 6inch pumps. 

“Oh wow, that’s a super cute outfit!” I replayed. I was very nervous about the shoes, however. “Don’t you think the shoes will be a little much?” I said, the uncertainty clear in my voice. “It will be a little extra, but that’s exactly what I wanted! It’s so cute! Brian loves them, he says they are really sexy! But don’t worry, I have like 3 pairs! I’m so glad you are the same size as me, so don’t worry about giving them back!” She was so excited and enthusiastic.

I had to agree with her, it did look like a super cute outfit. I started to get dressed. I already knew how to put tights on properly, since I dressed the manicians at work. I had to take my panties off though. That way I could go to the bathroom without taking my tights off. 

I grabbed them and started walking to the bathroom. “Where are you going girl?” Becky asked, so confused. “I was just going to go change, so my panties can be on the outside.” I said, unsure why she was asking me that. “Don’t be silly sissy! It’s just us girls here! Besides, I’ve already seen you without your panties! But don’t worry, I promise I won’t laugh again!” She said, almost annoyed that I didn’t already understand that. 

I slowly slid down my panties, exposing my tiny micro dick. My face got red with embarrassment. I tried to put the tights on quickly, but I had to go slow not to ruin them. “Wow! I really did forget just how small you are! It’s so cute! You really do have such a pretty feminine body, this little, um, clitty of yours doesn’t even take away from it! It’s the most girly little dick I’ve ever seen!” 

She walked closer to me, I was just standing there with the tights on holding my panties. “It’s like, not even bigger than the tip of my thumb! And I have small hands!” She said, placing her thumb near me as a comparison. “And your balls are even smaller than that! They are hardly there! Did they ever even drop? I bet they tuck right up when you put your panties on, huh? That would explain why you never had a bump in your girly pants all these years!”

I was red with embarrassment. I just shook my head, yes. “And does your little thing get any bigger when you get excited? Or even get hard?”  She continued, unable to look away, mesmerized by how small it was. “Hardly”. I could only whisper. “Oh my god, that’s hilarious! Yep, you were meant to be a girl! Your body knew it long before you did!”

She looked up and could see the embarrassment on my face. “What’s wrong hunny? I’m not making fun of you! It’s honestly a great feature. You shouldn’t be embarrassed! Now hurry up and get dressed! We’ve got work to do!” She truly seemed like she meant no insult by it. 

What she didn’t know is that I wasn’t insulated by it. I was embarrassed by how happy it made me to hear these things. That it was small and girly. I felt complimented by it, and I was kind of embarrassed by that. This change is a lot. While I do like realizing that I was meant to be a girl, it is happening very fast for me.  

Once I got my panties on, Becky changed her mind, “You know what, let’s do your nails and makeup first! That’s going to take the longest and we are running short on time!” She grabbed me by my hand and pulled me into my bathroom. “OK, put these nails on while I do your make up!”

She handed me some black glossy press on nails. I opened the package and tried my best to glue them on. It was a challenge since Becky needed me to look at her while she did my makeup. However, I managed to do a great job and finished just shortly before she finished with my makeup. 

She wanted to keep it simple with a more natural look. I felt like I looked so pretty! I couldn’t believe just how much I looked exactly like a real girl. I felt like a girl, and that just felt right. We kept my pretty long hair just the way it was. I felt complete having my makeup and nails done, like this is what I had been missing over the past few years. 

I had loved wearing women’s clothes this whole time! I felt more comfortable, more confident, more like myself. But now with this, it feels complete. I had always liked girls with makeup and nails done, always envious that they got to be so pretty. But I had mistaken that as an attraction to the girls, but I truly just wanted to be them. 

“Thank you Becky, I feel so pretty!” I said, full of happiness. “Aw, of course princesses! We’ll get you your own makeup today and some more nails. That way you can always feel pretty!” She said, giving me a big hug. 

I felt a rush of excitement flood over me as I used my long pretty nails to slide the leather skirt up over my wide feminine hips. It was so smooth and felt so nice. As I continued getting dressed, I basked in femininity and felt like I was becoming who I was meant to be. The heels felt great and only lifted me up a few more inches than my other booties do. I felt sexy with my girly legs looking long under my short leather skirt. The cropped long sleeve top and leather jacket really completed the look.

“You look beautiful sissy! A natural girl! I wouldn’t ever think anything else! Now grab that cute purse and let’s go shopping!” Becky exclaimed with some excitement! I looked in the mirror again and felt so sexy. I felt pretty. I felt like me!

As we walked outside my apartment to her car, it was a little cold so I closed up my jacket. I was thinking about how fun it was to have fake nails and how pretty my hands looked as I buckled my cropped leather jacket. Becky looked back at me and suddenly yelled “DONT MOVE!” I froze in place, exactly how I was. “The lighting is great and you look amazing! You're going to flip when you see how much of a natural girl you are!” She was taking pictures on her phone as she spoke. 

“See, look! Perfect! You're such a babe! Even the way you carry your purse is girly! You're a natural born sissy girl! And the way your effortlessly walking in your heels, and that your little dick doesn’t even show! And I can see how much you'er clearly loving this! I don’t feel bad for tricking you one bit!” She said cheerfully!

I smiled at her compliments, but when she showed me the photos my jaw dropped! I couldn’t believe that was me! I looked so pretty! Like one of the fashion girls I follow! “Please send that to me Becky! I have to post that! Let the world see the new me!” I said, trying to contain my excitement!

Our drive to the huge shopping mall near by was great and I was so excited to see the girls! It’s only been a day, but it’s felt like a lifetime of change since I last saw them. I was really looking forward to showing them the real me. 

The girls were so excited to see me. Becky had told them all about what happened to me and I was met with so much support, encouragement, and excitement. They told me how pretty I looked and how I looked just like a girl, I always did. They all said how glad they were that they tricked me into my true self. I was glad they did too! 

Shopping with them was wonderful! It was so fun to be looking for skirts, dresses, heels, lingerie  and so much makeup for myself! I already had such a great idea about women’s clothes and fashion. I felt so pretty and feminine in my sexy skirt and heels as we shopped.

I had a few guys flirting with me, and I couldn’t help but flirt back. The girls loved this and encouraged it even more. One guy even gave me his number! I couldn’t believe I had been missing out on this my whole life!

Each one of the girls bought me something as a gift. A skirt, dress, or a pair of heels. A coming out gift they said. And at the end of our long but fun day we parted ways, giving big hugs and setting up plans to get together soon! Of course, most of us were going to see each other back at work tomorrow. They all told me I’d better wear something pretty for tomorrow, to surprise Camille. 

Becky and I left with her car full of bags and boxes from our shopping trip. So many pretty feminine things. It felt so right and relieving to know I had intently bought  women’s clothes, my clothes, the right clothes. 

Becky and I stopped for dinner at this small little cafe we liked. The waitresses there were so happy to see us. “Well, don’t you look extra pretty Samantha! This look suits you so much!” Their genuine compliments and expectance were so heart warming. 

“I know right! Can you believe it, she didn’t realize she was a sissy girl till last night! And she embraced it fully! Doesn’t she look better this way!” Becky chimed in. They laughed and told us they thought I was a girl all along! They had no idea I was even a boy to start with. 

Dinner was delicious and most of the male staff that casually flirted with us were showing extra attention to me. They all complimented me on my outfit. And one of them even asked me out on a date! I was so shocked and a little conflicted still. I just sat there frozen in my sexy short leather skirt, sexy heels, and sexy crop top, with my mouth slightly open in shock. 

Becky answered before I had the chance! She said “She’d love too! She’s just too excited to even respond! How about Tuesday?” Her cheerful bubblyness disarmed me from telling her to stop. And just like that, before I knew it, I had a date on Tuesday with a man! 

As he walked away, it was like my trance was over, “Becky, I can’t believe you did that!” I said, trying to sound upset, but it wasn’t very convincing. “What? He’s cute! And you two have been flirting with each other for years! So you can thank me by covering the bill!” She said with a bit smile. I couldn’t even pretend to be upset. Nervous, yes, but upset, no. I just opened my cute purse, pulled out my cute girly black patent leather wallet, and paid the bill.

As we left to go back to her car, I couldn’t help but sway my hips as sexually as I could. I really wanted to wiggle my girly ass in my leather skirt for all the men to see! I don’t know what came over me, I just had to do it.

Once we got back to my apartment, Becky helped carry all of my stuff up and put it away. We chatted about the day and how much fun we had. Just as she was about to leave, she produced a bag that I didn’t recognize. We didn’t get that today while shopping. “What’s this?” I asked, confused but excited. 

“It’s a business gift from all us girls to you! It’ll help make some more money! All the girls use one and it brings in lots of extra cash. Plus, it might be useful in your personal time too! I had fun with you today, girl! I’ll see you soon, ok princess! By!” She said as she was walking out the door. 

“I had fun too, see you!” I could hardly get out before she closed the door. I looked down at the bag with a suspicion of what might be in it. I pulled out a long box. And then another box with it. They were both plain cardboard. Opening the long one, I reached my small girly hands and wrapped my pretty manicured fingers around this huge, thick, thing. Pulling it out was a giant dildo! At least ten times longer than my own and I could hardly get my hand around it!! 

I was in shock! My mouth just hung open! This is massive! There’s no way any guy is even this big! I had to text Becky, this had to be a joke! “This thing is huge! There is no way some guy is actually this big! Is this just a prank?” As I waited for a reply, I opened the other box. I saw this large bottle with a white liquid inside. It read cum lube. Oh my god, this thing squirts cum!! 

“Lol! That’s hilarious sissy girl! Are you kidding? That thing is medium sized! A small dick is anything less than 8 inches, that thing is only 10. Medium length and thickness. Brian is at least 3 inches longer and an inch thicker than that! I guess you are so micro that it must be a shock to see a real man's cock! Lol! Have fun and use the lube! Can’t wait to hear the details later! Good luck girl!” Becky's reply surprised me. No wonder I was meant to be a sissy, if this is how big real men are!

Wow, this is a medium sized cock!? I still couldn’t believe it! My hand looked so small holding it. My shiny black finger tips are not even able to wrap themselves fully around it. It felt heavy in my girly hand. And then, without thinking, standing there in my sexy little outfit, I put the tip up to my lips.

I held it there for a fraction of a second, the big rubber head of the cock just barely touching my plump lips. And then I slid it in. It was an absolute immediate rush. I felt so horny and sexy. I could hardly get the tip in, it was so big. And then, as if a mystical force came and weakened my knees. My legs gave out and I fell on my knees with this huge cock in my mouth. I had no idea what was possessing me! I couldn’t stop sucking on this massive cock! 

My little clitty tingling as I felt just like the slutty girl I resembled with this huge dick in my mouth! I snapped out of it and pulled the massive cock out of my mouth. I haven’t been this horny in my whole life! And much like last night during that stream, my micro dick was completely soft. It was even shrunk as much as it’s ever been, as if to show its submission in the presence of this superior cock.

I couldn’t believe what just happened! I wasn’t even horny before I did that! I’ve never been turned on that fast! I decided not to waste this. I didn’t want to think about what was happening. I wanted it to happen. I logged into my account and scheduled a stream. I rushed to touch up my make up. Adding extra glossy lip gloss to my dick sucking lips. I checked my hair and my outfit. I decided to take off my long sleeve top, and just have the leather jacket open, showing off my feminine torso. I felt like I looked exactly like a girl with small boobs.

I rushed over and filled the huge dildo with the cum lube. It even smelled like cum! It was so real looking I couldn’t even tell the difference. I made sure my camera had a good view and quickly removed my panties. This made my teeny tiny dicklet make a very small bump in my skirt. I almost put them back on to make myself look completely smooth. But I thought the men here wanted a sissy. I might as well hint to them that is what I am, even though it was hardly noticeable. 

I was getting so excited. I was looking at myself on the screen and felt so pretty and sexy. I did notice my lighting wasn’t the best and I thought I should invest some money in better lighting. And maybe a better camera too. If I was going to do this, I wanted it to look good! 

I then got a brilliant idea from a porno I remember watching. I rushed over to my closet and took the long mirror off the wall. It was kind of heavy, and I’m pretty weak, but I did manage to carry it in front of my computer. I knelt down and stuck the huge dildo to it. I checked to make sure I was still in the frame. God, I looked so sexy! I couldn’t believe how horny this all made me! I pushed it just off screen so it could be a surprise. 

I had only a few seconds before the stream started. I checked my makeup again, and waited for it to be live. I noticed I had three followers already from my first stream. Wow, three guys liked me that much? As soon as it went live, there were five guys waiting to see me. I gave them all a cute girly wave as I stood there in my sexy outfit. Just modeling, it’s to see what they think.

The comments were incredulous, positive and, drogitoy. “Damn bitch! You got looking so much better! You want this dick don’t you!” “Way to step up your game slut!” “This little faggot is desperate for cock!” Were just some I could read. The chat was moving too fast. More and more men kept joining. Before I knew it, there were fifty men watching. As I danced and moved as seductively as I could, I realized I had just made one hundred dollars and it had only been 5 minutes! 

I can’t believe it! That’s more than I make in a whole day of work! I typed back “hi boys! I hope I can give you all a good time!” This was really turning me on! I felt so sexy as I danced seductively, letting my cute girly hands caress my feminine body. The feel of the soft leather as I moved down over my “tits” and over my skirt, to the smooth feel of my hairless legs in the sheer crotchless tights. 

I moved effortlessly in my heels as they clicked on the floor. I felt so pretty, so alive, so sexy, and so horny. As I read the degrading comments in the chat, I tried to do as I was commanded by the men who gave extra money. They wanted to see my micro penis and they all seemed delighted in humiliating me on how small and useless it was. I couldn’t believe it but this was turning my on so much and my limp baby dick started to leak precum reading their comments. 

They all talked about how big their cocks were compared to mine and how I was born to be a sissy slut. No real man could be that small. That’s when I reached off screen and pulled the mirror in frame with the massive dildo on it. I compared myself to it for the first time. My whole package took up less room than just the head of this cock, with room to spare. I felt humiliated, emasculated, girly, slutty, and proud all at the same time. I am such a failure as a man, but already such a success as a woman.

The men loved this and I rubbed my little nub on this massive dick. I pulled my leather skirt back down over my clitty and slowly got down to my knees. I gently kissed the head of this perfect cock a few times. I then slid it into my mouth and took it as far as I could. I wanted it all the way in. But with its massive size filling up my whole mouth, I could hardly handle it. And as soon as I hit my throat I started to gag. 

Oh my god I’m dressed like a slut and gagging on cock like one too! And this is the horniest I’ve ever been! I was dripping so much pre cum I could feel it going down my leg. I finally was able to get to past my gag reflex and down my throat. I could feel it stretching me in a way I had never felt before, but absolutely loved! I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing this sexy slut staring back. The kind of girl who just the other day I would have said I was attracted too, not realizing I was attracted to being her, not being with her.

I sucked as hard and  as deep as I could. Gaging and spitting up so much saliva. I made sure to move around so the men could get different angles of me degrading myself for their pleaser. Making sure not to cover up any part of this display of submission to these alpha men and this physical representation of their cocks. 

One shot with my ass showing to the camera. My ass up in the air as if begging to be fucked. My tiny balls hardly even noticeable next to my large plump girly ass. My little clit so small you couldn’t even see it past them. You could see the back of my head and my face in the mirror as I bobbed back and forth of this incredible dick!

As I moved to a side view, I got to see on the screen just how sexy of a profile I had. It was like so many models I follow on Instagram. I saw just how big my dick sucking lips were wrapped around a cock. This just turned me on as the rhythm of it sliding deep down my throat was turning me on more and more. This felt more incredible than touching my own clit. Which was still leaking so so much pre cum!

The final shot, I had the back of the mirror angled to the camera, but still off to the side enough that you could see all of me and every inch of the dildo. I looked and felt just like a porno slut! I loved it so much! I sucked and sucked. Before I knew it, I looked down and saw I had been doing this for 45 minutes! 

Most guys had said so many degrading sexy things that I loved reading and then just as one guy paid me twenty dollars to hurry up and make him cum already, I leaned back, holding my mouth wide open and spreading my knees apart, sliding my skirt up to show my pathetic micro dick, trying to look as sexy as I could, I made the fake cock cum.

It squirted so much cum all over me! All over my face, chest, skirt, and clitty. I pretended to stroke the rest of the fake cum out of it as it finished off what it had. I put it back in my mouth and gently sucked on the head, just like I had seen the bimbos in pornos do.

I looked at the screen and saw so many comments about how the men were all cumming. I also saw myself covered in thick heavy cum, dressed like a sexy whore, and at that moment, with the huge fake dick in my mouth, I think I feel in love with being a girly slut. 

I couldn't take it any more, I had to finally cum! I reached my small girly hand down and with my thumb and index finger I gently stroked my mini limp dick. It looked so small and pathetic with my black glossy nails also covered in cum, hardly moving back and forth an inch if even. 

The image of me doing this and the feeling of the head of this cock in my mouth drove me over the edge and I dripped a few small drops of cum as I came the hardest I had ever came in my whole life! I was in complete ecstasy at that moment and I never wanted it to end. My life changed permanently forever. I loved this. I had made three hundred seventy two dollars, and confirmed I was meant to be a girly faggot sissy to all men in one night. 

As I finally slowed down, I kept the cum all over me and thanked the boys for watching. I closed the stream but I kept the fake cum on me. I just wanted to bask in what happened to me as I laid down on my bed completely exhausted! I put my hands on my body, feeling the leather and the fake cum. I slowly rubbed my clit with my cute manicured index finger as I drifted off to sleep.

-Katierosedreams Og Cap

[shamelesscloudbeliever]

I Dress To Kill - Part Three

The car eventually stopped at the Le Meridien Beach Glass Tower Apartments the most exclusive luxury apartments in all of Monte Carlo. Bind was impressed yet again. Nicole drove into the underground car park and parked in what appeared to be her exclusive parking spot. Nicole and Bind walked across the car park towards the elevator and the doors immediately opened. Once inside Nicole pressed the button marked “P” with her black leather gloved index finger. You live in the Penthouse?” Bind asked , “that must have cost you at least €40 million, you must have a very healthy bank balance”. Nicole smiled “I’m a 21st Century woman Mr. Bind, the business I’m in , when people employ me they are guaranteed success and they pay me handsomely for my skills. I’m the best there is, no equal”. “And what business is that Nicole”? Bind asked, just as the elevator doors opened to the most luxurious penthouse apartment Bind had ever seen. Bind didn’t notice that Nicole didn’t reply to his question regarding her means of employment.

“Make yourself at home Charles”, would you like a drink” Nicole asked. “Vodka Martini, shaken, not stirred” Bind replied. “Of course, I think I’ll have the same” Nicole said. Nicole removed her black tuxedo jacket and Bind noted with pleasure that the black silk blouse she was wearing was backless, her beautifully tanned exquisite back tantalized Bind in anticipation of his inevitable conquest of her. Nicole prepared the drinks, 4 measures of vodka and half measure of vermouth in each glass, ice cold, a slice of lemon in Bind’s glass to garnish the flavor. Bind was seated and watched the woman at all times to ensure that she poured the alcohol from the same bottles into each of their glasses. When Nicole came in with the drinks , she handed Bind his , he took a sip, the drink was perfectly made, the perfect combinations of vodka and vermouth, chilled to perfection , the lemon slice adding just a hint of extra flavor. Nicole placed her glass to her lips and also drank, however hers was without lemon slice. “To each her own” Bind thought, he would make some small talk with this woman before as usual like all other women she would succumb to his charms and he would bed her, although she did present an intriguing challenge. However suddenly, Bind felt dizzy, something was wrong. The drink had been drugged, but she had drunk exactly the same with no ill effects and just before he passed into unconsciousness, Bind remembered Nicole’s glass had no lemon slice as he slipped into a drugged induced sleep. Nicole regarded the helpless Bind on the floor and smirked " oh Charles you really weren't much of a challenge" she remarked.

Bind awoke sometime the next morning, still groggy, finding himself sitting in a large black sumptuous leather armchair, hands and feet untied, amazingly he was not shackled in any way whatsoever. It was daylight, Bind must have been out for hours . Opposite him, reclining almost contemptuously, in a matching armchair 20 feet away was his sexy nemesis Nicole, who was now a brunette with sea green eyes which had been enhanced by a sumptuous blacker than black mascara, impossibly glossy red lips adorned by Dolce and Gabbana Devil In Red lipstick. The woman was now dressed in a tight Roberto Cavalli full length studded pencil thin sheer noir black leather dress which came down to her knees and which seemed molded onto her fantastically perfect sculpted body, but which was also slashed to her upper thighs showing off her Agent Provocateur black topped seamed stockings, her fabulous legs crossed, right over left, and Christian Louboutin fire engine red python leather ankle boots with six inch pin heels and matching red soles, expensive Akillis Bullett earrings decorated her lobes. Nicole was about to murder Bind in ultra provocative female assassin chic style, tantalizing and beguiling her victim in equal parts before she fired the fatal shots, In her left elbow length black leather gloved hand was her custom made gleaming black 9mm Sig-Sauer with silencer attached, a glass of cold Gout de Diamants champagne in a Baccarat crystal flute beside her on an antique table Bind recognized the scent of perfume the woman was wearing, aptly called Praying Mantis, he knew also that this was THE most expensive exclusive perfume in the world. Bind now realized exactly what business this woman was in. The business of murder and he knew now that she was an elite member of the assassin profession. And both Nicole and Bind knew that a praying mantis was in the insect world known an an ambush predator. A hit-woman who had captured her prey by stealth and strategy. Nicole had chosen this scent specifically this morning to devour Bind.

“Good morning Charles, I trust you slept well, I know I did, so glad to see you’re back in the land of the living but don’t worry you won’t be for long as you can see I am literally dressed to kill” Nicole said smiling. “However, before I murder you darling my employer would like to have a word with you”.

Nicole pressed a button on a Sony laptop which was placed on a table next to where she sat. The screen came on and Bind could not believe his eyes as the face of his boss M appeared. “Good morning 007 , I’m so pleased that you could make it” M said. “Nicole has a private jet waiting for her on the runway at Monte Carlo Airport so I won’t make this any longer than it needs be”. “Quite simply 007, 2 years ago I decided to go into business for myself”. “The Government would have pensioned me off with a gold watch and a small pension and said thank you very much for all your work.” So I began recruiting the best female assassins across the globe and established my own elite Global Cartel of Female Assassins, minimum fee $20 million a hit. In the space of 2 years I’ve become a billionaire and made all my employees multi-millionaires. I only accept women as clients and only men as targets. We kill Presidents, Heads of State, Non-Co Operative Prime Ministers, CEOs of multi billion dollar conglomerates etc. it’s an ultra prestigious enterprise, we’ve never failed to fulfil a contract..In the last 72 hours my best hitwomen have been murdering each of the 00 agents of MI5 across the globe as not to hinder our future operations and just as you are the best of the best in your field 007, so Nicole here is the best of the best in her field”. She is fluent in seven languages, she is the only woman in the world who has a 10th Dan Belt in Judoka, she can strip down and put together again any hand gun in the world in under 45 seconds, she can kill a man from a thousand yards with a high powered telescopic rifle and she has a Masters Degree Summa Cum Laude in Psychology from Harvard, “From the moment I assigned Nicole to this contract 007 you were a dead man walking” “It was Nicole’s plan to first crush you psychologically and sexually undermining your arrogance , before killing you, it was a perfect plan”

“You’re too kind M” Nicole laughed as she rested her suppressed Sig Sauer on her lap, ready to carry out the kill, eagerly anticipating every second to come, in this, her moment of her greatest triumph.

#hitwomen

[twentydaysofdrabbles]

The Concierge Delivers a Message (Part 15)

It’s deep into the early hours of the morning now. Too late for night owls, too early for early birds, leaving you alone in the empty lobby. You had dismissed the night receptionist who was meant to take your place - too keyed up from interrupting someone’s attempt to have a good night.

One dead. One whose fate rests in the Manager’s hands. Another who yet runs from you. 

Thinking of it causes the corners of your eyes to tighten, the corners of your lips to dip. It was not just Sans who was attacked. No, if it was just Sans, you doubt you’d be so...so restless. Desirous to rip and tear, but in a different way. 

It was that bellboy you had introduced to the Cartel Lieutenant not too long ago. Someone who was in service, who could be of assistance. He was young, oh so terribly young. Too young to be found with a bullet through his head, a boot mark on his chest, multiple bruises on his skin, stuffed into a corner in the utility room just behind the pool pumps. His key was taken - it could access the staff rooms, and from there the tunnels beneath the hotel. 

One of the Continental’s. One of yours. 

No doubt that the Manager would know what to do with the guest once they were found, but you would take your satisfaction from their sentence one way or another. 

Once, you would have been the one with your nose to the ground. Tracking your prey, flitting from shadow to shadow, melding into the crowds. Hunting them down until you had them cornered. Taking their hearts and returning your trophy to your--

No. 

It’s not like that any longer. 

Now you sit and wait for someone else to report their whereabouts. You don’t deny that a part of you itches to be out there. To sink your teeth into a trail, to see them run from you, to...

Alas, that is not your place. Not anymore.

Now your place is to follow afterwards. A hunter trailing after a hound, firearm in hand. A text causes the screen on your phone to light up under the counter, casting a cool glow on your face as you open it to read its contents. 

A name, a number, a location. 

The muscles of your face strain at the appearance of a feral grin. Picking up the phone, you dial the number and dial back the savage expression on your face. Professional, you must be professional. “Good morning, sir. I apologise for calling you at this hour...”

.

.

.

Now, your place is by the Manager’s side, striding out the front doors of the hotel in the company of several guards. Outside, you had already arranged for a valet to come and take you to the Coliseum. A park located within the city, historical and green with a stunning amphitheatre, and most importantly, deserted at this time of the morning. You had made sure it would be. 

The sky bleeds red as night gives way to the early hours of dawn. The wind is biting against the bared skin of your face, tossing your hair ever so slightly. Hidden as you are in the wings, clad in black and melded into the shadows, you can see everything. Including the stands and its many pathways and stairs, stairs which a limping man slowly traverses. As well as the sounds of cars pulling up beyond the entrance, of boots on gravel and asphalt. 

Ah, of course. One would be foolish to come alone. But even more foolish to think additional company would be unexpected.

Wild hair, wild eyes. Ink crawling over his skin. A history, a life, written in black and grey on a tanned canvas. Black leather jacket, tactical pants, heavy boots. 

Down the stairs, up to the stage. Stops, waits, his head on a swivel. Wary. He knows something is coming.

It doesn’t take long. 

Dark figures break away from the shadows of the pillars, the stands, every little crevice, until the man is surrounded on all sides by men and women who bare their guns in their relaxed hands. He stops, tense, and hovers a hand over his belt. 

“No,” he hisses in Spanish through gritted teeth.

The amphitheatre is built for performance. For sound. Its very shape, designed and built in ancient times, causes everything to sound so much louder than it should be. So much so, in fact, that the Manager need not raise her voice for the man to hear her.

“Dearest guest,” she purrs as she sashays over to him, her heels clicking on the stone. “As much as we have enjoyed your patronage, it is time we parted ways.” Coming close enough to him that he could conceivably lash out and strike her, she smiles coyly, her hands in her pockets. “By your own actions, you have broken the rules of the Continental. As such, your membership is now...revoked.”

The man snarls, a hand flying to the gun holstered in his belt, “Fuck you--!”

His swear is cut off by a hand settling on his, pinning it to the gun’s grip, keeping it holstered. He tries to spin around, tries to see what has snared him, and immediately crashes into a firm body. 

Yours.

“Good morning, sir,” you intone with a polite smile, your dead eyes warming to life, like ink slowly bleeding upon parchment. Staring right into his own. “We hope you’ve had a pleasant stay.” 

You can see the blood drain from his face.

“You,” he tries to choke out. His body moves, goes to break the hold you have on his hand. 

Ah, but you are faster. Though it has been a long time since you have seen active combat, this much, your body remembers. Coiling the muscles in your body. Pushing off a foot, gathering the strength from your legs to your hips to your chest, your shoulders. Chambering your arm for a close-range punch to the chest. 

The fingers of your free hand curl inwards, touching the hidden mechanism near the heel of your palm. And with the lightest of deliberate touches, a blade comes flashing out. Darkened steel, sparks of white flashing through it like stars in the darkness, spearing out from under the cuff of your suit, your shirt, affixed to the device hidden around your wrist.

Striking like a bolt of lightning, forceful and in the blink of an eye.

The feeling of metal sinking into soft flesh, then firm muscle. The strength it takes to press on, to scrape past bone and sinew and then--

Ah, the softness that parts around the sharp tip. A wetness leaking forth, faster and faster with every beat of that frantic heart. Dripping and staining your gloves. Your freshly changed gloves. But ah, for this, you won’t mind the chore of cleaning them later.

The man chokes, gripping at your hand with the one not pinned to his gun. He struggles with a hoarse wheeze, snarling into your face with bared teeth, “La devoradora...”

Your eyes, formerly so empty as to reflect the endless abyss of the sea, twinkles - a burst of bioluminescence in the darkness - and you murmur, “Hola.”

You don’t give him a chance to respond.

One move to rip the blade out of his chest. One to break the grip on your wrist to seize it in your grip. Another to rip the gun out from under his hand, to thumb the safety and fit your finger around the trigger in one smooth motion. And then one more to fit it under his chin.

There is only one heartbeat to savour the look on his face, the fear in his eyes, the recognition of who presses the gun to his throat.  

Your hand is stiff, flexing it is like moving through clayish mud. Your repaired ligaments, your scarred muscles feel like stone entombing the grip of the gun and its trigger. For a brief moment, you don’t think you can command your finger to pull it. But then--

And then it is gone with the sharp pop of a gunshot, initiated by a gentle pull of the trigger that sends a shock through your aching hand, your strong forearm.

You relish it all, even the slight ringing in your ears from the gunfire. But perhaps most of all, you revel in the liquid warmth on your face that quickly cools as the cold wind rushes past you. Yes, yes! In that heartbeat, you feel like your old self again. Younger, faster, stronger, perfect. Unscarred. Alive.

Alas...

The corpse, now missing the top of his head, topples over as you push it down and away from you. 

The heavy thud echoes in the amphitheatre, like thunder cracking through the sky, and that is signal enough for three more figures to come trudging down the steps.

All of this, you register somewhere deep in your mind. That and the gunfire and yelling coming from beyond the stands. Of it dying down and the dragging of bodies.

But you are so preoccupied with the feeling of cool wetness dripping down your face, your hand. The cold grip of the gun that feels so right in your palm. So familiar. Crimson drips off your blade, bared still as it spears out from your sleeve. Plopping like thick drops of rain escaping from fat, heavy clouds. A sign of what’s to come. 

You cannot see it, but you are sure your face is far from its normal neutral expression. Your eyes must be afire with warmth. Your heart thunders, adrenaline rushing through your veins. Yes, this is--!

“My Heart,” comes the soft voice of the Manager. A hand drops on your shoulder; firm but gentle. 

The clipping of your leash back onto your collar.

The woman turns you around and winks with a smile, “You’ve not lost your touch.” She nods to the gun in your hand, the bared blade affixed to the other. 

You blink. Ah. The gun is made safe and given to the Collector’s man, who reaches out for it to toss it unto the body being cleared away. “One must adapt,” you murmur with a small smile, a true smile, pressing the mechanism in your glove to retract the blade into its sheath. 

The Manager only laughs, her hand still on your shoulder to start leading you away from the scene. Black clad guards disperse into the shadows, some to your side. “They said you had been declawed,” she gestures to the corpse as she says that. The Cartel. Then she looks into your eyes, eyes that now reflect back at her with nothing but a flat emptiness.

This was a warning. A message. The Continental has made an example of one who has broken the rules.

Shown that its owner and her weapon would not hesitate to bite.

Your lip quirks in a flat smirk as you reach for a pristine white handkerchief to dab at the blood on your face. “They were wrong.”

Very, very wrong.

#undertale fics #mafiafell sans #mafiafell sans x reader #sans x reader #reader insert #the concierge #no actual sans in this one #but you avenge him #drabble #ficlet #brief depictions of violence #tw: blood

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Fighter Weapons — Chapter 11

Pairing(s): Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC (Claire Mitchell) / Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Summary: An untold story. A series that shows what happened during the Top Gun of our beloved pilots of Top Gun: Maverick.

Warnings: Subtle sexual innuendos, brief language, alcohol consumption, angst, smut, fluffy.

Word Count: 7.154

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SAN DIEGO BEACH, CA

The moon was already up, so bright and full in the huge black sheet that covered the sky. The breeze was cold, but not in an uncomfortable way, just a relief for skin accustomed to the sun's rays. Bradley stuffed the keys to his Bronco into the front pocket of his pale blue jeans and charged toward The Hard Deck.

As it was almost midnight, the room was full of naval officers and fighter pilots. Some were in uniform, despite having been released from formalities on the day off, and others in civilian clothes. The sailors and marines in uniform were surrounded by women who either laughed exaggeratedly or were astonished at the incredible stories they told. Bradley didn't judge that situation, since those men came there to relieve the tension of the job and the women knew very well what they did and what was expected of them.

He watched some Top Gun pilots at the back of the bar around the pool table. Some sat on the black stools while chatting heartily, others watched the beach outside through the windows and the rest played a game with a few bottles of beer as a toast.

Bradley walked towards the counter and was greeted with a smile by Penny.

“I had the piano fixed. All the strings are tight now.” she informed with an implicit request.

"Any music in particular?" He returned the smile.

“Hmm.” She looked up at the railing filled with miniature planes. “She's got a way.”

“Ow! Billy Joel at midnight? Bold.”

"You try to be worth the melancholy." She pointed at him with her index finger and a warning expression.

“Perhaps I need to vent my melancholy.” he confessed in a sigh and soon realized what he had done. Penny was looking at him intently and he cleared his throat. “The usual, please.”

Penny smiled the tiniest bit and turned back to her inventory. Bradley turned his gaze toward the pool table, where a lively game was in progress. Phoenix competed against Hangman. Judging by Hangman's frowning expression, he was losing. Phoenix didn't hesitate to celebrate each point, teasing him.

Phoenix wore her heavy boots, light blue jeans and a beige silk tank top, exposing her freshly tanned skin and bikini line. Bradley raised an eyebrow at the sight. Not that it was ugly, but he had another idea about Phoenix's dress. He figured she would never show any skin around her co-workers. He knew how inconvenient some men could be, just as she must know very well. However, seeing her so at ease around them left him surprised, not to say suspicious.

"Looks like someone's distracted." Phoenix taunted with a conspiratorial smile.

“I'm thinking about what I'm going to ask you when I win.” Hangman smiled victoriously.

"How about never having the displeasure of looking at that face of yours again?"

She kept her smile and the surrounding pilots let out "uuh" and "ooh". Hangman held back his smile as well and twirled the toothpick with his tongue.

“So you've already accepted that you lost.”

“If that's my prize, I can let you win.”

Hangman shook his head and walked over to Phoenix, whispering in her ear. Bradley watched the way she let him close. He lightly touched her waist with one hand and the chest covered by a brown leather jacket was almost glued to hers. Phoenix was an attractive woman and one of the few in the Navy, and Bradley knew that both of these factors made officers want to have fun with her. He himself had seen countless cases like this and Top Gun was no exception.

Bradley noticed the way they looked at her and some were more intrusive and tried to touch her, but Phoenix always shooed them away, always gave them a firm answer or slapped their hand. What she didn't do at that moment. Was Phoenix so drunk as to allow Hangman, the worst of them all, to approach like that in front of everyone? She was his friend. He couldn't let her fall into the wrong hands.

So Bradley took his beer from Penny and headed to the back of the bar. He walked over to Phoenix and draped an arm over her shoulders, earning a surprised look from her.

"Is this game going to take a long time?" he asked with a genuine smile on his face.

“Look what we have here. Bradley Bradshaw in a hurry.” Hangman insulted leaning on the table and staring at him steadily. “Will we have this change in the sky too?”

“Phoenix has put up with you too long.” He lifted his chin and ignored his teasing. “Besides, if I remember correctly, you're a lone wolf. You can play alone.”

Hangman kept the smug smile on his thin lips, but his gaze was sharp. Bradley pulled Phoenix lightly to get out of there, but she got away from him. He raised an eyebrow.

“I never leave a competition half done.” She exchanged glances between the two men. “When I win this match, I'll keep you company.”

"But Phoenix…”

“You heard the lady.” Hangman emphasized with amusement running across his face.

Bradley obeyed her friend's wishes and leaned against a column, waiting for the game to end. However, Hangman seemed to prolong that match as long as he could. He spent several minutes thinking about his next shot, as well as drinking nearly an entire bottle of beer between shots and choosing the ball with an uncharacteristic calmness.

The other pilots could think that Hangman was immersed in the match, analyzing everything carefully so as not to lose. But that wasn't what Bradley was looking at. Hangman teased him about the delay, getting revenge for the times Bradley had made him wait in heaven.

Bradley also noted the closeness between Storm and Coyote. They were oblivious to all that movement and seemed to be eating each other with their eyes, talking in the corner of the bar. What more surprises would he have that night?

“Getting blue already, cowboy. You're always losing to me.” Phoenix teased after winning the match.

"Always time for one more." He invited and offered her a beer. She accepted the bottle without a second thought.

“You're right. There is always time for you to lose.” She took a sip with a mocking smile on her face. “Guys, the cowboy is free now. Take it easy on him.”

“Do not do it. You will be slaughtered.”

"Um, how did you do to me?" She mocked.

The surrounding riders declared victory for Phoenix in those arguments and she approached Bradley with a smile and chest heaving. She was really enjoying herself there. He threw her a suspicious expression as he sipped his beer.

“Why that face?”

“It's my face.”

“Serious? Are you going to lie now?” She patted his shoulder. “What there was?”

“Many things.”

Bradley sighed and detached himself from the column, nodding for her to follow. He guided her to the darts and handed her a few. Phoenix smiled at yet another challenge, but was wary of what he wanted to talk about or was hiding.

"Where have you been all day?" Phoenix asked breaking the long silence that followed.

“Around. I needed to think.” he replied vaguely and threw a dart at the board.

“You've been training.” She praised and threw a dart too, hitting the red target. “But not enough.”

He smiled as he took another sip of his only beer of the night. Phoenix was becoming more and more competitive and, although he didn't appreciate that trait, he couldn't bring himself to dislike her friend. That was an intrinsic characteristic of her and made her who she was. Without that, Phoenix wouldn't be his dearest friend.

He noticed the tan mark again and asked:

“And you? Where have you been all day?”

He saw her straighten her back slightly and run a hand over her bare shoulder. She threw another dart and vibrated as it hit the target once more. Her gaze fled to the pool table, where Hangman was watching her with a proud smile. Phoenix turned the black orbs on Bradley and replied by swallowing a sigh:

“On the beach.”

“I can see it.” He pointed with his eyes at her shoulders.

“Bradshaw, Bradshaw.” She approached him with a playful smile and rested a hand on the wall behind him. In front of them, Hangman missed a shot and swore loudly.

“You're acting weird today. Why don't you go do what you do best?”

“You know, I think everyone here thinks I'm an employee to entertain you.” he complained, but his eyes smiled. “I have a right to relax in silence, you know?”

Phoenix widened her smile and took a step forward.

“You're acting weird today too.” He pressed himself against the wall behind him, for she was really close.

Storm and Coyote walked past them hugging and laughing at something extremely funny as they headed to the ladies' room. Both.

“What's going on with everyone?” he asked in frustration.

“A lot can happen on a day off.” she explained with a wink. He noticed that her gaze had slipped behind him and he was even more puzzled. "Perhaps your music will put everything back together."

“God, so I need to play urgently!”

Phoenix laughed out loud at his despair and walked away. Bradley walked over to the piano and sat down. He played with a few keys and soon attracted attention to himself. He started playing Jerry Lee Lewis and Ray Charles to liven up the night. Phoenix danced beside the piano with determination, plucking Storm from Coyote's arms and leading her along for some love songs.

After a while, Phoenix needed to renew her drink and walked over to Penny's counter. Behind her, Rooster started playing She's Got A Way.

"She's got a way about her

I don't know what it is

But I know that I can't live without her

She she's got a way of pleasin'

I don't know why it is

But there doesn't have to be a reason anyway"

However, before she could ask, a voice sounded behind her:

“Two shots of Pincer, Penny, dear.”

"What's the reason for something so strong, Bagman?" she taunted turning around and propping her elbows on the counter.

"She's got a smile that heals me

I don't know why it is

But I have to laugh when she reveals me

She's got a way of talking

Don't know why it is

But it lifts me up when we are walking anywhere"

"I need this to get through all this singing." His voice was low, almost tired, but his eyes were wide awake. "Does he really have to do this every night?"

"And do you really need to be a complainer? Relax and enjoy the music. Everyone is enjoying it.”

"I prefer country music." He shrugged and picked up both glasses, handing one to her.

They both downed the vodka in one gulp, hitting the glass back on the counter at the same time. The liquid went burning down their throats, but none dared grimace or look away. Finally, Phoenix raised her chin defiantly and Hangman smiled proudly.

"She comes to me when I'm feelin' down

Inspires me without a sound

She touches me and I get turned around

She's got a way of showin'

How I make her feel

And I find the strength to keep on goin'

She's got a light around her

And everywhere she goes

A million dreams of love surround her everywhere"

"Ask for a song." she said after a few seconds of tasting the drink.

"No thanks. My country demands respect."

"Respect?" She put a hand on her hip and it was his turn to lean on the counter. “You're making this up. You are jealous."

"Jealous? From who?"

"Rooster."

"The drink was too strong for you." He grimaced and pointed at the piano. "Why would I be jealous of that out of tune?"

"That 'out of tune' stole all the attention from you." she taunted with a mocking smile. “And you hate it."

"I see you already know me well." His smile turned mischievous.

“You are not a difficult man to read."

Hangman looked away from her, staring into the distance without a specific point and Phoenix knew he wasn't interested in the bar's decor. She sighed and remembered something.

"I must return this to you." She took his cell phone out of her pocket and held it out.

He looked at the device without remembering that she still had it and looked at it with a certain contempt. Finally, he took out his cell phone and put it away. Hangman remained silent for a while and Phoenix decided to leave him alone with her thoughts. She had already chased away too many dark clouds in his gaze that day.

"She comes to me when I'm feelin' down

Inspires me without a sound

She touches me

I get turned around"

However, a large, warm hand engulfed hers before she was gone. Phoenix turned her gaze over his to find those emeralds shimmering in tenderness and she couldn't help but smile. A genuine smile.

"She's got a smile that heals me

I don't know why it is

But I have to laugh when she reveals me

She's got a way about her

I don't know what it is

But I know that I can't live without her anyway"

Maybe the vodka really was too strong that night, because Phoenix felt her chest burn and rise and fall without stopping. She could really be getting drunk because she wanted to get closer. She wanted to smell the coconut again, the grip of his hands on her body, the warmth of her embrace.

However, she managed to break free from the trance by taking care of what she wanted. This was beyond what she had ever wanted or needed from anyone. It was too intimate, too daring, too dangerous. It was obvious that she would never allow Hangman to touch her like that again. She was just involved in the situation, but she had her principles and wills under control. Phoenix wouldn't be controlled by feelings or anyone else.

Then, she slowly disentangled her fingers from his and walked away without looking back. She was right. It was just a fun day next to each other. Just it. She shouldn't want more. She couldn't want more. But why did her body feel numb as she walked away from him?

Bradley kept playing and singing, and for a few hours he forgot what he had done, what he had felt in that elevator. With her. But as the night wore on and the chosen songs took a romantic turn, he remembered the feel of her in his arms, the softness of her skin, the way she melted on his lips and the taste of her kiss.

For a few seconds, it felt like heaven. He and she giving in to repressed desires and feelings. However, having the moment broken by Hangman, they returned to the harsh and painful reality of their past and Maverick's shadow looming over them. Claire politely walked away from him and disappeared, leaving only her lavender scent engraved in Bradley's body and mind.

He looked for her around the hangar that day. He called her cell phone many times. And, with infamous courage, Bradley knocked on her door. He wanted to talk, he needed to clarify everything even if he himself didn't understand what was going on. But he needed answers. However, no one answered. She was running from him again. He lowered his gaze and drove his Bronco around town with no particular direction. It happened again. Again, a thrust from him carried her away. Following instincts definitely didn't work for him.

When the requests took a turn he couldn't stand anymore, Bradley decided to leave the piano to boos and "oohs". He bowed in thanks for their attention and walked away with a sigh, something that wasn't lost on Phoenix. He sat on a stool next to the darts and his friend followed, sitting beside him.

“Okay, what's going on?" Phoenix asked bluntly.

Bradley smiled the tiniest bit at her directness and crossed his arms. There was a lot to think about, a lot to say, but nothing concrete. He didn't even know what was going on.

"It is complicated." he finally confessed.

"Excellent. I've never had anything easy in my life. I know how "complicated" works."

“I don't think it can be resolved like that."

“You're doubting my ability." She feigned indignation and reached for his knee, stroking it. “If we don't solve it, talking about it helps."

"It's a long story."

“We have all night." She smiled gently at the confusion on his face. "You can trust me."

Bradley hadn't known Phoenix for very long, a week wasn't enough to trust someone, especially with an issue like the one that had been gnawing at him for years. But, not everything happens according to logic. From day one, Bradley felt that he could trust Phoenix. He watched the way she protected Storm, how she defended and cared for her. He also noticed that, as much as the pilots were too bold or had a big tongue, Phoenix was never afraid to face them nor did she fail to extend her hand to any of them who needed help. She was strong, determined, and sensitive enough to see beyond the wall. He knew he could trust her.

However, before he confessed the reason for his anguish, a huge body stopped in front of them. Hangman had his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, his chest puffing out under his plaid shirt, his face showing impatience.

“You have to pick one, Bradshaw. You can't have them all." he muttered with the cynical smile.

Bradley sighed heavily and scratched his forehead, shaking his head. Phoenix noticed his friend's exhaustion and decided to intervene:

“Not a good time, Bagman."

“It's been a good two hours." He should stop fooling you and go after who he really wants.

“Nothing to be fooled about."

"OK I understand. I was wrong in thinking that the old Bradshaw had changed. When the decisive moment comes, he backs off, doesn't he?"

"What you want after all? Shouldn't you be having fun far away from us?"

“Oh, I will." Hagman looked directly at Bradley. "But first I wanted to make sure he was going to keep having you as a step."

"You have no right to talk about me like that!" Phoenix was starting to change.

“Don't get carried away, Phoenix. That's what he wants." Bradley answered calmly.

Phoenix tried to stay calm by taking deep breaths. He would not take her peace away.

"Serious? Are you going to let him control you again?"

"As long as it's not you." she replied coldly.

Hangman laughed humorlessly and shook his head.

“I thought you were different." he commented with some hurt and Phoenix felt the weight. He wasn't just referring to Rooster, but to her earlier abandonment.

“I thought the same about you." She lifted her chin in defiance, but deep inside her heart stirred. “Looks like it wasn't the Rooster who was fooling me after all. You will always be an asshole."

Phoenix said those words with such force that even Bradley felt the impact. He noticed her hard expression and swallowed hard. She was defending him tooth and nail like the good friend she was, but… he sensed something else, something deeper burning between the two of them and he became alert.

Hangman glared at her, but her eyes showed hurt and disappointment. Finally, he nodded and walked away from them, heading for the exit. Bradley noticed Phoenix's gaze drop and stray for a few moments. He could almost feel the confusion inside her, a confusion similar to his own.

"Thanks." he thanked with a small smile. "You're a good friend."

She continued away in her thoughts for a while until she raised her black eyes to his. They were filled with anguish, confusion and fear, emotions he never thought he could see in Phoenix. She was like a strong wall every day, pushing herself to the limit in every assignment and class. To him, Phoenix looked like a superhero. Until that moment.

He returned the favor by giving her a hug and offering to drop her off. But Phoenix refused saying that she should take care of Storm. She still didn't fully trust Coyote. Bradley nodded and walked away from her slowly trying to make sure she was going to be okay. Phoenix lifted her chin in a smile and it eased his heart. She would be fine, she always would be.

[***]

Phoenix fidgeted on her bed frantically, her mind filled with thoughts of that day. His hurt look wouldn't let her, as well as the anger that he was so arrogant. But her biggest anger was at herself for imagining that he could change. He showed he didn't and she felt like a clown. She was even crazier for thinking about it. Why should he be any different? Would they ever become friends? There was no reason for them to get close again. Not after what he's done. Phoenix could take all the name-calling in the world, but she would never have her friends messed with. It was her own law.

She decided to get up to chase away the thoughts. She watched Storm sleep peacefully on the bed next to her and sighed. They still haven't had a chance to talk about what's going on between Storm and Coyote, but it won't be long. Her friend wasn't going to run away from that conversation.

Phoenix left the room wearing only her makeshift pajamas, gray sweat shorts, and a black T-shirt emblazoned with GO LATINS! in gold. She tied her hair in a loose bun as she walked around the hangar facility without fear of being seen, as at that hour no one was awake.

She entered the break room and made her way to the scullery to pour herself a glass of water. The environment was dark, being illuminated only by the lights of the airstrip and of the fighters outside that crossed through the glass of the windows. Phoenix took the glass and left the pantry, sitting on a stool at the counter and turned on the small radio. She listened to the tower communicating with the pilots and vice versa, the adrenaline, the commands, the sound between cuts. That served to calm her down, change the focus of her thoughts to what they really should be in those days. The work. Anything beyond that was drama and totally expendable.

However, she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder and her body tensed. Her heart raced like the engines of her fighter jet. She swallowed hard. It couldn't be him, not then. It was late, she felt vulnerable and he couldn't see that. Never. Phoenix knew she wasn't strong enough to shoo him away again. She didn't know if she could be tough again and meet that sad gaze. She wanted to be a stone, unbreakable, impenetrable. But she wasn't. And it pissed her off.

She turned and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Rooster's figure in front of her. He was still wearing his clothes from earlier, but his pockmarked face indicated that he had tried to sleep but just couldn't.

"I scared you?" he asked with a worried expression.

She shook her head and reached for the glass of water, hoping he wouldn't notice her shaking hand. She turned off the radio.

"Fell out of bed?" she joked as she recovered.

"Almost that." He sat on the bench next to her. " I can't sleep."

"Is that still bothering you?"

"Yes a lot." He ruffled his hair with one hand. "I feel like I'm going to freak out at any moment."

“Please let me know when this happens so I can film it and use it against you in the future." She teased him with a gentle smile, hoping to change his mood, but she didn't get more than a glimmer of a smile. "Talk to me."

She watched him close his eyes for a few seconds in pain and continued to smooth his hair with his fingers. Whatever it was, it was disturbing him to the core, and Phoenix was touched. Then, he confessed as if his words burned his tongue:

“I kissed Claire."

Phoenix took a few seconds to absorb the information. Finally, she asked without understanding:

"What? Did you...kissed...did you kiss our instructor? That's it?"

“She's not just an instructor for me." He opened his eyes, but he was still unable to look at her. "We've known each other pretty much our whole lives. We were raised almost like brothers."

“Brothers don't kiss, Rooster."

"I know. I never saw her like this... I mean, when I was young, yes, but not later." He sighed heavily and scratched his forehead. “I felt something different for her…I think I still do…and maybe she does too."

Phoenix took a few more seconds to digest that very intriguing information. It was shocking. It was wrong. It was worthy of punishment. He could be dropped from the program for insubordination. This was really serious. But Phoenix knew it wasn't those factors that bothered her friend. Rooster was unsure of his feelings and her reciprocity.

It was ironic that that drama landed right in her hands, a staunch drama fugitive. But she needed to say something. Her friend needed a light, and even though she wasn't the most romantic person in the world or spoke any love language, Phoenix struggled to say,

“Tell her everything. If you feel something, she deserves to know. Maybe that's the push she needs to reveal everything too."

"I can't." He met her eyes for the first time. They were wet and wasted.

"Why not? It is clearly eating you up."

“We…have a painful past. We are bound by a sad story and it will never go away."

“It doesn't have to go away. You just have to deal with it... your way."

“I really wish it were that simple." He shook his head, wiping a tear away. "We try. For years. It always comes back... it always torments us."

“You'll never be happy if you're stuck in the past. Even apart."

She watched another tear trickle down his cheek and hurried to gently wipe it away. Rooster didn't move, didn't even blink. He lost himself in thought again and she didn't force him. Rooster needed a break.

“I don't think our destiny was ever to be together." he confessed sadly.

Then she leaned towards him and hugged him. He took two seconds to get over the gesture and settled into her arms, having his broad back stroked by her. They remained like that for a while, in silence. Phoenix knew it wouldn't be easy for him or Claire to get past whatever was haunting the present, but as long as she was around she would always support her newest and dearest friend. Rooster was a good man and deserved to be happy.

As she hugged him, she became aware of another figure wandering around the room. He was barefoot, wearing blue cotton pants and a gray T-shirt with NAVY written in the center. His hair was free of all that gel he used to use, kind of messy. She could barely see his face, but the emeralds were still shining, less but still shining.

Her heart started beating so hard that she felt dizzy. She felt her body react to his presence in a way she didn't know. Her hands shook, her mouth watered, a burning burned in her chest, and her crotch tingled a few times.

Suddenly, Rooster slowly ended the hug and looked at her with a question mark on his face.

“You're burning up, Phoenix." He touched the skin on her arms. "Are you getting a fever?"

She noticed that it really was hot and she didn't know what to answer. But luckily she didn't have to, because Rooster noticed Hangman's presence and asked him:

"Why are you here?"

“Oh, I'm not here. It's just a beautiful mirage. The lovebirds can continue to lick each other."

Hangman said this in a serious tone and no smile on his lips. Not even a cynic. Phoenix was surprised by that. It was only then that she noticed his belongings. Hangman spread a white cloth over the couch and propped a pillow on its arm. His beige uniform and flight suit were neatly folded on the coffee table, as were his sheets and a book. Phoenix tried to read the title, but the poor light wouldn't allow it. Was he a reader? Information she'd never thought likely.

"What are you doing?" it was her turn to ask.

“Come on… you're smart. You'll find out soon enough." he mocked, still without a smile.

“You can't sleep here. It's forbidden." Rooster recalled attentively.

"Excellent. The forbidden is always better." He sat on the couch. "You know that very well, don't you, Rooster?"

Rooster shook his head in an expression that almost said "I'm too tired for this" and got to his feet. Phoenix accompanied him into the action, but her eyes were still locked on the new member of the room. Rooster was right. Everyone was freaking out that day.

"I don't want to be here when they find you."

“Fine for me. I like to be alone."

Rooster rolled his eyes and took Phoenix's arm to guide them out of there, but she didn't budge. He raised an eyebrow and she whispered that she would be gone in a few moments. Rooster looked at her suspiciously, but decided to obey. As much as he wanted to protect her, Phoenix knew how to take care of herself. She watched her friend leave the room and close the door.

Phoenix glanced back at the figure stripping her of sanity and caught him looking back. Emeralds roamed every inch of her, taking too long on her bare legs and she felt her skin burn again. The air conditioning in that room needed a good repair.

"Aren't you going to run after him again?" he commented leaning against the sofa and extending his muscular arms over the top of the backrest.

Phoenix had to concentrate very hard not to bite her bottom lip. Arrg! She hated the fact that he was so hot.

"I wasn't the one who ran away." she snapped, remembering his sudden departure from the bar.

Hangman moved his lips.

"I had some unfinished business."

"At two in the morning? Sure."

He looked away from hers and Phoenix walked over to him standing next to the coffee table. The close-up view was even more breathtaking with the veins in high relief and hair jumping from the chest. Phoenix felt her breasts react and she crossed her arms. Damned day not to wear a bra!

“That was ridiculous." she complained with a feline look.

“I was just protecting you." he confessed in a barely audible voice.

"No, you were being possessive! There is a big difference."

“How can I be possessive over someone who isn't mine?"

"Exactly. You don't have that right."

They exchanged hard looks for a while, seeing the anger and anguish and hurt in every blink. They shouldn't feel that mountain of feelings. They had known each other for just a week. They weren't friends, not even close. They were rivals in everything. So why did all that stuff suddenly appear?

“Well, if you're done, you can leave. I'm an asshole who needs sleep."

She noted the emphasis he placed on "asshole" and sighed heavily. Maybe she overreacted, maybe she crossed the line, maybe she was using Rooster's defense as an excuse to push him away. The hurt in his eyes was almost palpable. And that shouldn't bother her, after all he wasn't there to make friends nor did she want his friendship. She didn't need to redeem herself or explain her actions. So she took a different turn in the conversation.

"One more question." She sat on the end of the coffee table and got his full attention. "Why are you sleeping here?"

"Why the curiosity? Are you worried about me by any chance?" he asked with some bluntness.

"Just making sure you haven't gone completely insane."

“Too late for that, Phoenix."

Phoenix. No Trace or my angel. Just her codename. Something impartial, professional and distant. No smirks or smug smiles. She should be grateful that he finally obeyed her and stopped the flirting and the nicknames and the goofy smile. He looked like a completely different person now. And that started to get really annoying. She had to catch a glimpse of Bagman or the world wouldn't be orbiting her.

Then, she held a hand out in front of him. He looked at her with an expression that said "who's freaking out right now?" Phoenix rolled her eyes and insisted on the gesture. He lifted her hand and it engulfed hers, warm and firm. Her body felt his presence again and she swallowed hard.

She wrapped his hand around hers, leaving only her thumbs exposed, and began to move. She beat him two, three times and was already thinking that her strategy wasn't going to work until Hangman joined the game and beat her four, five, six times, crushing her little thumb. But she didn't care. The smug smile was back, as was the ferocity in his gaze. How she hated it. But it was infinitely better than not seeing him like this.

"Stop it." he asked in a low, husky voice.

"With what?"

“Be affectionate with me. It makes me want to kiss you."

That phrase reverberated through every cell in her body, sending a warm shiver down her lower abdomen. But she wouldn't let him see how affected she was. Phoenix lifted her chin in defiance.

"Is that supposed to make me scared or horny?Because it didn't work in either case."

“Oh really?" His tone was mischievous, which irritated her.

“Yes, I don't feel anything, Bagman. And I will never feel."

"It's a challenge?" She didn't answer and he widened his smile. "I'll take that as a yes."

She watched as he sat down on the edge of the upholstery and tilted his face towards hers in such a swift movement, her eyes widened. This didn't go unnoticed by him as he smirked smugly. Phoenix furrowed her brow, shooting him a death glare. Why did she have to bring him back?

Hangman got even closer to her face, setting those bright emeralds in her eyes. They crackled, danced in desire and tenderness. A combination she wasn't sure she was safe with. So Hangman started his work. He placed warm kisses on her chin, tracing a path down her length. His touch was soft, light and extremely warm. She felt like she was on a beach sinking her feet into the sand after a whole day in the blazing sun.

He kissed down her throat as calmly as if he had all night for that. He dragged his lips down the curve of her neck, using his hot tongue and teeth to mark her. Phoenix shuddered at that, felt goosebumps all over her body and more twinges between her legs, which made her rub against each other. She felt his smile on her skin.

"Not yet, my angel?"

"No." She shook her head and didn't risk saying more than that, because she didn't trust her voice.

Hangman traced a nibbling path down the back of her neck, up to her ear, and stopped. She felt the quick, hot breath there, teasing, playing with her senses and little awareness. His scent intoxicated her too. That scent of coconut with aftershave and a splash of vodka was driving her crazy.

“You smell so good, my angel." he whispered and another shiver hit her.

“I use the same soap as you. Fightertown standard."

He chuckled excitedly and touched it there with the tip of his tongue, dragging it slowly across its length and Phoenix couldn't hold back a gasp. Hearing that, Hangman quickly turned his face in front of her and smiled. That annoying smug smile was back.

“My work is done. I won."

“No, you didn't win. I did nothing." She lied, for she would never admit that she craved his touch.

"Hmmmm..." he sighed in her face, making a point of prolonging the sound. Phoenix forced her legs together again. "You are stealing. Again."

"I'm not! Arrg...you are insufferable, Bagman."

He laughed, a good, loud laugh, which pissed her off even more. One day she would break all those perfect teeth of his.

"Stop laughing, idiot! There's nothing funny here."

“Of course there is. You really hate losing. And even more admitting that you lost... and that you're attracted to me. He leaned back against the sofa, resting his arms on the back.

"You've completely gone mad! I already made sure of that."

“It's not such a hard thing to admit, my angel. Many women feel the same way." He was giving her a mocking smile, but his eyes were burning with desire. "Ask me to kiss you and I will."

It was her turn to laugh, but without humor.

“The day that happens I will no longer be called Natasha Trace."

"Hmm. So it's better to start choosing another name."

Phoenix was shaking all over and she couldn't tell if it was due to anger or desire. Maybe both. Hangman managed to get her serious in many ways. She needed to get out of here or she could end the night with her hands at his throat or under those sheets. The tension between them only grew and she knew nothing good could come of two highly attractive people in a darkened room, alone, wearing nothing but pajamas at three-thirty in the morning. Then she stood up and replied:

“You already know how I feel about asking."

Phoenix turned on her heels and took a step away from him. But when she took another step, a strong, warm hand gripped her arm and stopped her. The same hand slid up to her face and brought her back so close to him that she could feel every muscle in her abdomen, chest and legs. His eyes, even in the dim light, burned and his brow creased as if in pain. His quick, hot breathing warmed her face like a peaceful day at the beach.

Phoenix remained motionless. She was trapped in that gaze. In that touch. In the heat of his body. She knew she should pull away, she should shoo him away like she would any man who surrounded her like that without permission. She once slapped one for a lot less. So why was Hangman any different? Why was her body screaming to get even closer to him? They should hate each other. But their bodies looked so good together...

“Still so proud."

Then he kissed her. A hard, desperate kiss as if he had to have her for himself, as if he was dying to memorize the feel of her lips against his. The taste of him was driving her crazy. He was pure heat and desire and vodka and she wanted more. Phoenix pulled him closer by the shirt straps with force, making them very thin and probably showing his shoulders.

He was kissing her as if he already knew every part of her mouth. He was kissing her confidently, without shyness or that awkward adjustment of a first kiss. He seemed to have imagined this moment so many times, in so many different ways, that when they finally touched, it was as if they had already kissed a hundred times.

Phoenix couldn't say how or at what moment, but she realized it too late when he had already lifted her off the floor and carried her to the couch, holding her on his lap. Her mind was a complete blank, not a single thought would pass through it if it weren't for him. She was no longer on the sand, not even on the shore. Phoenix was fully immersed in the salty waters of desire. And the coconut scent of him said it.

His hands roamed her body, curious and strong, caressing her shoulders, her back, her ribs, her bare legs and her bottom. Phoenix moaned softly as he held her there and Hangman intensified the kiss, letting out a few gasps of air that burned her skin. And she tasted him. She tasted his mouth, his neck, the square line of his jaw. She teased the soft blond strands into a needy kiss, as if she had never kissed anyone and never would. She felt her own brow furrow from the strength and desperation that surged there, and feared. She was losing control of herself, she was drowning in him, giving herself away in a way she didn't remember if she ever had. And it was very dangerous.

So, she used all the strength she had left to pry her lips away from them.

"Hangman..." she asked in a hoarse whisper.

"Oh, no…no…" he pleaded between more long, hot kisses.

"We need...to stop..."

"No..." He repeated that word as if he had forgotten all the others he had learned in his entire life.

Phoenix watched his rapid breathing, heavy eyes, and swollen, red lips. His hair was a mess, as were his clothes, and she couldn't help but gasp. It was a vision of the gods. Her whole body was crying out for her to stay there, end that night in his arms and forget about everything. But she couldn't. She couldn't forget, couldn't let herself be taken in by him...she couldn't let him in.

"Need to go."

And she didn't expect a response from him, not even a goodnight. Phoenix broke free of his body and practically ran away, back to her room closing the door and leaning against it. She was safe. Safe. There she would not drown. She could breathe again.

Phoenix ran a hand through her tousled hair and lay back, trying to breathe in and out normally again.

"Natty?" She heard a growl beside her.

"I am here." She tried to control her voice but failed.

"Did you go for a run?"

She buried her face in her hands and smiled slightly.

"Almost that. Go back to sleep...we'll have an intense day in a while."

Intense in every way. She felt that that day would not be the only one that would be turned upside down.

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