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justabigassnerd · 3 months

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Patience Worn Thin

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Mitchell!reader

Word Count - 2,300

Warnings - harassment, violence, injuries, alcohol, drinking, angst, fluff

Summary - after seeing someone bother Bradley one too many times, you take matters into your own hands

A/N - hey y'all I'm back with another anon request and I hope I did it justice! I am the most unconfrontational person on the planet so this was a little out of my depth but it's always good to try new things. as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!

“Hey babe, me and the Daggers are heading to the Hard Deck for a couple of drinks. Want to come?” Bradley says in his usual soft tone as he sweeps you up into a hug, holding you close as if he hadn’t seen you in years when in reality he had simply gone upstairs for a few minutes and just returned downstairs.

“If they’re okay with me tagging along.” You say, curling your arms around Bradley and resting your head just above his heart and listening to the gentle thudding of his heartbeat.

“They’re always okay with you coming. If they weren’t, they’d have to deal with me and Mav.” Bradley says, his soft chuckle rumbling against your ear before you lift your head off his chest, laughing to yourself as you visualise your boyfriend and your dad teaming up against all the Daggers. While you were Maverick’s daughter, you weren’t an aviator, instead, you had opted to work in nursing and found yourself working in a hospital local to where your dad and boyfriend worked.

“Guess we’re going to the Hard Deck then.” You say with a soft smile as you look up at Bradley as he looks down at you, leaning down to press the gentlest of kisses against your lips. When you both pull away, Bradley’s phone buzzes and he lets out a soft sigh, pulling it from his pocket and inspecting the text displayed.

“We better get a move on. Apparently, I owe Jake a darts match and I fear that if I don’t show up soon my callsign might change from ‘Rooster’ to ‘Chicken’.” Bradley says with a laugh as you move out of his embrace, laughing as you imagine him being called ‘Chicken’ day in and day out at work.

“Let’s get you down to the Hard Deck then. Can’t have my boyfriend being seen as someone afraid of a darts match against Jake of all people.” You say, patting Bradley’s chest before moving past him to get yourself ready to head to the bar.

When you are ready, you head out of the house with Bradley and get into the passenger seat of his Bronco, smiling as Bradley instinctively rests his free hand on your thigh as he drives, singing along to the radio under his breath as he goes. Eventually, he parks outside the Hard Deck and the two of you get out and head into the bar together.

“Want me to grab you a drink? I’ll be designated driver if you want?” You say, turning to face Bradley almost the moment the two of you entered the bar.

“Are you sure?” Bradley asks, soft enough for the moment to be just between the two of you but loud enough to be heard over the noise of the bar.

“I’m sure. As long as you’re okay with me driving the Bronco of course.” You say with a small smile as Bradley rests a hand on your waist, the other digging in his pocket and holding the Bronco keys between the two of you.

“There’s no one else I’d trust to drive her.” He says, grinning as you take the keys before leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours.

“Bradshaw! Get your ass over here!” You pull away with a giggle at Jake’s voice ringing clearly over the noise of the busy bar and Bradley rolls his eyes.

“He really knows how to pick a time, huh?” Bradley mutters, winding an arm around your waist and guiding you over to the Dagger's usual spot near the pool tables and dart board.

“Hey, you brought y/n!” Jake greets you enthusiastically as the two of you approach, instantly approaching you, arms outstretched for a hug that you’re more than happy to give him, pulling away and greeting the other Daggers with hugs before returning to Bradley’s side.

“Okay, I’m going to grab you a drink now. Beer?” You say to Bradley as he nods.

“That would be great, thank you.” Bradley says gratefully, kissing the top of your head before letting you cross the bar to talk to Penny.

“y/n! How lovely to see you.” Penny greets you happily, smiling as she leans up against the bar to talk to you.

“It’s good to see you too, Penny.” You say, smiling at Penny.

“Beers for you and Bradley?” Penny asks, instinctively reaching down to the fridge that contains the beers you and Bradley like to drink.

“Just one for Bradley. I’ll take a soda.” You say, pulling out your card and handing it to Penny to start a tab just in case you and Bradley wanted more drinks throughout the evening. Penny soon hands you your two drinks and you thank her with a smile before turning and heading back over to Bradley who was standing with Jake near the dart board.

“Here you go.” You say, holding Bradley’s beer out towards him as he takes it gratefully, pressing a soft kiss upon your lips in thanks.

“Get a room you two.” Jake grumbles, plucking the darts from the board and handing some of them to Bradley.

“Just you wait until you get a girlfriend. Then me and Bradley will be saying it to you.” You say with a laugh as Jake rolls his eyes. You then make your way over to Natasha and Bob, sitting with them and making conversation with them as Bradley and Jake play their darts match.

An hour or so later, after Jake and Bradley are finally done with their final match, you get up, excuse yourself to the bathroom and leave the group to their own devices for a few minutes. However, when you return, you can’t say you were impressed with the scene before you.

When you leave the bathroom, shaking the remnants of water off your hands, you see a woman almost draping herself over Bradley who doesn’t look entirely comfortable with her proximity. You could tell he was saying something to her, but you didn’t know what it was. You soon crossed the bar and sidled up alongside Bradley, wrapping your arms around his middle and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Hey babe. Who’s your friend?” You ask innocently, turning to look at the woman who had at least had the decency to take a step back.

“I’m Mia.” She says, barely giving Bradley a chance to respond, making you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“Well, nice to meet you, Mia. If you don’t mind, I’d like to spend some time with my boyfriend. It's our first time seeing each other in months. You can understand that, right?” The lie comes quickly and easily to you. You weren’t the biggest fan of sounding possessive over Bradley but after seeing how uncomfortable he had looked you didn’t want this person ever coming near him again. With a huff, Mia rolled her eyes and stalked off. The moment she was out of sight you turned to Bradley.

“I didn’t mean to speak for you. I could tell you weren’t comfortable.” You apologise quickly, stopping only when Bradley kisses you, words catching in your throat.

“Don’t apologise.” Bradley whispers after pulling away enough to speak, lips brushing against yours with every word spoken. You nod your head slightly at his words before pulling away, determined to spend the rest of the evening with your friends and forget about the incident that had happened as you hoped it was a one-time event.

Oh how wrong you were.

Bradley had gone to the Hard Deck a couple of times while you stayed home or had work and each time had come back complaining that Mia had been there and had been completely disregarding his obvious boundaries and ignoring that he had a girlfriend, having been convinced it was a ploy to keep her away, he had told you. Bradley had told you that all of the Daggers had tried to help him keep her away, but she was a lot more persistent than they expected. All you did at the moment was hug Bradley tight, feeling awful that he was going through that without you to help him before you spoke up.

“Next time you go to the Hard Deck, I’m coming with you.”

True to your word, the next time Bradley and the Daggers organised a time to go to the Hard Deck, you made sure you were free to accompany Bradley. The two of you arrived at the Hard Deck, walking in hand in hand as your eyes immediately scoured the bar looking for Mia, letting out a small, satisfied sigh when you couldn’t see her. Maybe she’d gotten the hint after all, so you allowed yourself to relax as you crossed to the Daggers, greeting them all with a smile.

The evening progressed pleasantly, everyone laughing, playing pool, or gossiping about the new Top Gun recruits. Then the all-familiar bell rang signalling that someone would be paying for a round for everyone in the bar.

“I’m going to grab us all a drink.” You say, instantly excusing yourself to grab a drink for yourself and all your friends.

When you returned to the group, Mia was there. She had apparently escaped your skimmed searches of the bar and snuck in the moment you moved away from Bradley. You approached the table Mickey and Javy were sitting at and placed the tray down, immediately turning around and approaching her.

“Excuse me, I was very polite the first time that we met but I don’t appreciate that you keep trying to force yourself on my boyfriend and make him uncomfortable. Please leave him alone.” You say, firmness sneaking into your voice as you position yourself next to Bradley, noticing how all the Daggers immediately have their attention on you, ready to step in if needed.

“You’re clearly lying to yourself if you think that he could ever be your boyfriend. He’s way out of your league and much better suited to be dating someone like me. Besides it’s not like he was saying no.” Mia says with a snarky tone as she folds her arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow as she looks you up and down.

“He wasn’t saying anything! Isn’t that enough of a hint for you?!” You cry out, growing more enraged when Mia just shrugs.

“I can tell when men like what I’m doing. Besides, men never say no. I know it can be hard to accept but sometimes men prefer people like me over people like you.” Mia’s chosen words enraged you so much that you did something you never thought you’d be capable of doing.

You punched her.

You would’ve regretted it had Mia not attacked you back. She practically pushed you to the floor and you were quick to drag her down with you, pinning her to the floor and just giving her hell. You couldn’t even recall what you were doing, you were just so blinded by your rage and this woman’s audacity. You kept throwing punches and slaps, as did Mia, a fair few coming into contact with you until you felt two muscular arms wrap around your middle and drag you off Mia and the moment you were clear, you were vaguely aware of Jake and Reuben stepping in between you and Mia as a barrier.

“y/n, honey, you need to calm down.” Bradley’s soothing, gentle voice whispers in your ear as he hauls you away from the chaos and holds you carefully in place, his eyes shining with worry as Natasha appears alongside him while Bob rushes to fill Penny in on what happened. Bradley guides you to the bar, sitting you on one of the stools while Natasha follows Penny to get you an ice pack. The second Natasha returns, Bradley takes the ice pack and holds it near your eye where he could tell a bruise was already beginning to form. You could hear Penny calling for Mia to be escorted out and given a ban from the Hard Deck and all you could think about was how grateful you were that she wouldn’t be around to bother Bradley anymore.

“I appreciate you defending me, y/n but you didn’t need to do this. You’re hurt.” Bradley mutters, eyes scanning you for any more injuries while he holds the ice pack in place.

“I couldn’t let her treat you like that. I just snapped.” You admit, looking up and making eye contact with the man you love.

“It happens to the best of us. I bet Mav’s done something like that before, it’ll be where you got that from.” Bradley says, smiling lightly as he changes the subject to bring a smile to your face which he was successful in doing.

“There’s no way dad hasn’t punched someone in the defence of someone he loves.” You giggle, wincing lightly when Bradley applies a little bit more pressure accidentally to the tender area, which of course makes him apologise instantly.

“I have to admit. It was really attractive seeing you defend me like that.” Bradley muses, moving the ice pack away from your eye and setting it on the countertop.

“Really?” You ask, feeling your face heat up at his words.

“Really. No one’s ever defended me like that before. It just means a lot more because it’s you.” Bradley says softly, cupping your face softly and leaning in until his lips meet yours, the kiss alone conveying everything Bradley needed to say. You both pull away when you hear the Daggers calling for both you and Bradley and you laugh as you glance from them to Bradley who lets out a soft chuckle and shakes his head.

“I think we should head over so you can talk to your fans, huh?”

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jobean12-blog · 6 months

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That's the Way Love Grows

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Beefy!Plant dad!Bucky AU)

Word Count: 1,687

Summary: You and Bucky have your first official date this weekend but he can't wait to see you so he shows up at your apartment on his bike...a dream come true.

Author's Note: Missed him so I wanted to write a little something with plant!dad Bucky again! Hope you all enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰 You can see the shirt he is wearing HERE.

This is part of my plant!dad Bucky AU. It can be read alone but here are the first two stories for him:

Rooted in Love

Love in Bloom

Warnings: soft and sweet fluff and plant talk

‘Hey doll face. What are you doin’ right now?’

The moment you see his name your whole face lights up just like the screen of your phone.

‘Just being lazy.’ You reply and send him silly emoji’s to go along with your text.

‘Well….’

The next message comes through and you wait, staring at the text bubbles for what feels like an eternity.

‘I’m outside your building.’

You drop your phone and run to the window, pushing the curtain aside and looking through the glass.

He’s leaning against his motorcycle, long legs crossed over the ankle and his leather jacket pulled tightly around his biceps.

His fingers twinkle with a wave.

You open the window.

“You wanna go for a ride?” he yells up.

You stare at him for a beat, trying to sear the image into your brain and then answer back with, “yeah I do!”

You don��t even have to think twice about it.

He whoops and throws a fist in the air.

“Make sure you wear jeans and a jacket doll.”

A few minutes later you appear at the double doors of your apartment building. Bucky rushes over and pulls one open, stopping dead in his tracks when he sees you.

“You look gorgeous.”

Your thank you is lost when he steps into your space and drags you into his chest, kissing you hard and fast.

“Sorry,” he murmurs when he pulls away.

“For what,” you whisper, leaning into him.

You toy with the zipper of his leather jacket and then slowly pull it down, spreading the sides open to look at his shirt.

“I had to see if you had another funny plant shirt on,” you giggle.

You smooth your hands over his chest, mostly just so you can feel the hard muscle beneath, but also so you can read the print on the fabric better.

“Things I do in my spare time…” you start. “Water plants,” and you press your finger to the first picture of a potted plant on his shirt. “Repot plants, propagate plants, buy plants, rearrange plants…” Each time you read it’s with a press of your finger and as you get closer to his abs he starts to laugh.

“I’m kinda ticklish,” he admits.

You pay him no mind and take extra care to wiggle your finger over the last picture and it’s text.

“Talk with plants,” you finish with a smile. “That one is my favorite.”

He smirks and slides his arm across your shoulders, walking you toward his bike.

“Speaking of plants…” he hums. “There’s something I…”

As you get closer to the motorcycle you press a hand to his chest to stop him.

“Wait.”

Your words make him swallow hard.

“Our date isn’t until Saturday,” you say quietly. “Are we still on…or?”

His brows draw together and he crushes you against him. “Doll…”

He kisses you again, slow and sweet this time but it steals your breath just the same.

“I know we have our date this weekend, but the moment I left your apartment the other day, all I wanted was to see you again. I couldn’t wait any more. So I thought we could go for a ride.”

His confession makes you melt further into him.

“Ok,” you breathe out. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

He takes your hand and pulls you the rest of the way to his bike, holding up a finger as he turns to his saddle bag and opens it.

“I have something for you,” he says.

He takes out a small bag and reaches inside it. When his hand reemerges he’s holding a small potted plant.

Your smile grows as he begins to explain what it is.

“It’s from my jasmine plant. I repotted this piece in one of the cat planters I got from Etsy…thought you would like it.”

He starts to look slightly shy, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand as his eyes fall to the plant.

“Bucky,” you squeal. “It’s amazing! And so cute! I love him!”

“Phew,” he laughs. “And don’t worry I can help you take care of him.”

“Ok good, because I know jasmine smells beautiful and I’d love to have one in my apartment.”

With one more quick kiss he places the plant back in the secure bag.

“Should I bring him up?” you ask. “I don’t want him to get hurt.”

“I always carry my smaller plants on my bike. As long as you position and secure them right, it’s fine.”

With a lopsided grin he kisses your cheek then grabs his helmet.

Lifting it up he carefully places it on your head and buckles the chin strap.

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine,” he answers. “I won’t go too fast.”

With that he grabs the zipper of your jacket and pulls it up to your chin then throws one leg over his bike with an easy swing.

He holds his hand out to help you on the back and you immediately wrap your arms around his chest and press yourself into his back.

“Hang on,” he says, “and if anything is wrong just give me two squeezes.”

You nod into the soft leather of his jacket and hang on tight.

He revs the engine and pulls away from the curb, being mindful about his speed and remembering that you’re putting full trust in him to keep you safe.

He’s in complete control and the ride is smooth as he traverses the curves of the streets until the Brooklyn Bridge lights up the night sky as it comes into view.

The smell of salty air hits your face as you get nearer to the ocean and when he slows down and rolls into a darkened spot under the bridge you can hear the water break against the rocks.

He shuts the engine and plants his feet on either side of the bike and then reaches down to tap your leg, signaling you to get off.

With careful movements you put one foot on the ground and do an awkward hop to get your other leg up and over the seat without hitting him in the back.

You manage not to hit him but your legs are slightly wobbly, still vibrating from the ride and your knee buckles.

“Eeeek,” you screech, the sound echoing under the bridge and causing some hidden pigeons to squawk and flap away to a safer spot.

Your fists grab handfuls of air but Bucky somehow manages to dive and catch you around the waist with his metal arm.

“You okay?” he asks, his grip tight.

He waits, staring at you with concern in his eyes.

“I’m good,” you say on an exhale.

He relaxes slightly and releases you to adjust the handlebars and put down the kickstand. Once the bike is secured he gets off gracefully and helps you out of his helmet.

You look around and smile. “This is an amazing spot.”

“Isn’t it,” he echoes. “Just lemme get a blanket.”

He opens the saddle bag and sifts through it.

“Can you please check if my plant is ok?” you ask, smiling sweetly when he winks at you.

“Just fine doll,” he tells you after he shines his phone light into the bag. “Now come ‘ere.”

He takes your hand and leads you over to a clearing closer to edge of the water.

“Careful here, watch your step.”

He assures your footing with a firm hand at your back and once you’re settled on the blanket he follows and makes himself comfortable.

“Thank you for comin’ with me tonight doll.”

“Thank you for asking me. It’s beautiful here.”

You look out over the water, the city lights shining like diamonds across the vast blackness and dancing along the small waves.

“Yeah it really is,” he murmurs.

You can feel his eyes on you and realize that he’s complimenting you instead of the stellar view.

A small laugh bubbles up in your chest. “Have you used that move before?”

He drops his chin to his chest and chuckles. “Aw man. I haven’t but it’s that bad huh?”

You run your fingers along a strand of hair that’s fallen in front of his face before tucking it behind his ear.

“Not bad at all. In fact I think you’re really sweet.”

His eyes bore into yours. “I think you’re perfect.”

His hand reaches out to trace your lips, the pad of his thumb rough against their softness and once he’s relished in their flawlessness he slides his hand along your jaw to cup the back of your neck.

The small space between you disappears and you press your lips to his. Your hands weave into his hair and you gasp out his name, the sound igniting him. His tongue slips past your lips but he takes his time, teasing and nipping even as he tastes you.

He pulls you closer, sliding you into his lap and smoothing his free hand up your back.

The shock of bright lights shines through your closed eyelids and you jump in surprise, breaking the kiss. You lay your hand over your squinting eyes as Bucky looks over his shoulder, hissing at the brightness.

The car stops for a moment, the headlights boring into your small hidden space, and then thankfully it turns back to the street and drives off, returning you once again to the quiet of the night and the sounds of the ocean.

Bucky turns back to you, your eyes meeting.

“Hey,” he whispers as he traces the curve of your jaw.

“Hi,” you answer before peppering his scruffy cheek with kisses.

When your gaze finds his again he asks, “will you watch the sunrise with me?”

You nod and then wrap your arms around his neck, snuggling against his shoulder and breathing him in. A breeze blows over the water, carrying the chill of night and you shiver in his arms. He tucks you closer and grabs the blanket to wrap it around you both.

“I promise I’ll keep you warm,” he whispers as his head dips and he brushes his lips to yours.

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undercoverpena · 4 months

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no need for mistletoe

frankie morales x f!reader | masterlist

summary: all of that led to this. The now. Eyes staring at him as he stands in front of you in a moss-green shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, curls not buried by a hat. “Hi.” “Hi,” you reply, before he’s ushering you in.

warnings: fluff, soft!frankie, first kisses, christmas vibes, lil’ flirting. brief mention of Frankie being a dad. wordcount: 2.6k

to @nothoughtsjustmeds - merry christmas from me, to you. you gave such amazing prompts, i tried to include as many as i could, and here it is. i hope you love this as much as i heart you.

When the cab comes to a stop, you find yourself outside of a very nice house, on a very quiet street.

Dropping your gaze down to the address on your phone, swallowing. Your nerves suddenly begin doing their thing to your gut again. Working. Gnawing at your insides as you flick your gaze back up to the number on the mailbox.

That’s when you take in the little ‘Santa Stop Here’ sign stuck into the perfectly maintained grass, the faux snow footprints which lead up to the porch and the array of twinkling lights that set this one out against all the others.

And, honestly, it’s just what you imagined from his home.

Not that it stopped the nerves from swirling, doubling up inside you—apprehension having begun to mount itself on top of worry.

Taking a deep breath, you pull out some notes, paying with a smile, before stepping out with a keep the change—and a Merry Christmas—and a slam of the cab door.

It takes everything within you not to yank the door open and get back inside. Even more not to turn and look at the driver, to not show how nervous you were.

Instead, you stare ahead. Steadying yourself as tyres crunched gravel, silence washed itself over you.

And then you were alone. No way of turning back—not without a phone call and another long wait.

Glancing around, you hover your eyes over the homes on either side of the one you’re standing outside of. Noticing the differences in how they’re dressed, how subtly was more one style and perfectionism the other.

This house looked entirely different. And, even if your fingers shook as you clutched your phone, a smile still managed to cut through. Your mind concocting images of the boys all banding together to hang lights, orders being flung—reminiscent of when they’re all attempting to train Benny (all at fucking once).

Biting down on your lip, you blow out a nervous breath—because you’re here now. No point in dwelling. You just need to walk up, rap your knuckles on the door and say hello. Simple. Easy.

Yet, it takes another minute to place one foot in front of the other. Hand stuffing your phone into your pocket as you—the heels of your boots catching on the stone path, cautious not to smudge the prints that lead the way to his front door.

It had Benny who had told you the more the merrier. But would more mean you?

You who barely knew much about them. Outside the version of them you see at the gym.

The one you had inherited, been given, had handed to you—it’s what your dad would have wanted being said when the keys—all heavy and scary—were placed in your palm. No business knowledge, just given the tip to be good to the regulars—the regulars mainly being Benny, his brother and his friend.

It had begun with letting him in at odd hours. Then you’d gotten Will’s number, for when he was in town, for when he needed access to the gym to help his brother train.

Then, when their visits became more routine, that’s when you began staying later to do “admin”—code for wanting to be around just in case.

The just-in-case is the reason half your wardrobe is dumped on your bed and your nerves are frantic from the cab ride over.

Teeth nipping at your lip, you second-guess the bottle in your hand—the little paper bag of treats you’d managed to grab before the store closed. You begin to re-question your outfit, whether you were over or underdressed, whether he’d be mad that his friend just invited you—

A flurry of thoughts, all rushing around like snow in a storm. All landing, thickening at your feet, burying you deeper and deeper in doubts and worries until you’re shrouded in light.

It’s warm, almost pearlescent as it illuminates the wooden porch you’re standing on.

It was cliche, very romance-novel the way the two of you met. Him having stepped through the gym door, lit up by sunlight, hands stuffing his t-shirt into the back of his jeans. All broad, loose curls and dark features—and a shy smile that only slowly broke out across his face.

From there it was little waves. Your eyes linger on his fingers, the length, the way they appear worn, weathered—and sometimes accompanied by a band-aid, sometimes close to skin colour and others with cartoons on.

It’s a while until names are shared and exchanged. Until you can put together an idea of the man who always wears a sun-scorched hat and clothing from a colour palette you’ve named him.

Then, you learn little things. That he likes listening to vinyls, that he has a son, that he likes the idea of working out but prefers to keep fit by building things.

What kind of things? Anything. Anything? Anything.

It’s how the conversation first began when he’d offered to build you a bookcase. A small one—easily tucked away behind the counter you’re often perched at and he’s often leaning against. Pointing out that he always sees you with a book, and that you must have a pile of them at your feet.

That’s when you learned he was astute, too.

All of that led to this. The now.

Eyes staring at him as he stands in front of you in a moss-green shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, curls not buried by a hat.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you reply, before he’s ushering you in.

You hear the laughter from another room before the door is closed. Frankie hovers, taking the wine and the paper bag as you slide off your coat. His face flushed, eyes staring at you before you watch him swallow, mouth opening, but you beat him to it—

“Thank you… for not minding that Benny invited me over.”

Nodding, he smiles. “Well. I asked him to invite you.”

“Oh?”

Looking at his feet, he smiles—soft, more sly. “M’really glad you could make it.”

"Well, Merry Christmas Eve?"

Licking his lips, he seems to swallow. "Merry Christmas Eve."

There’s something intimate about photographs, especially in frames dotted around a home.

A sea of memories displayed, the stories there, but not quite heard. Not until someone is willing to share them, to animate the frame and allow it to make sense.

Your fingers trace the air close to them, lingering on unworried smiles, spotting the beginning signs of the lines you’ve come to admire.

In your wildest fantasies, you never thought you’d be here. Not as the hours ticked on, not even when the brothers bid their goodbyes, and you suggested going with them.

You don’t have to. No? No.

So you didn’t. Hovering in the living room as Frankie bids them goodbye. You hear the sounds of claps on the back, and boisterous goodbyes quickly hushed before they exchange plans for tomorrow. You’re distantly aware the door closes, and that there are approaching footsteps, but you don’t drag your eyes from the set of photos on the shelves.

“I’m sorry for… them.”

Grinning, you sip from your glass. “You don’t have to. I like them.”

Nodding, Frankie folds his arms, leaning in the doorway, your fingers still ever so close to one of the photo frames—one of five men, him in the middle, three out of the five recognised, the other two a mystery.

“Your son is adorable,” you say, glancing up at him, finding his eyes creasing as a grin adorns his face. “He has your smile.”

Letting the words wash over him, you take another sip, letting the taste coat your tongue, and smother over your bottom lip—all the while holding his gaze. The one unmoving, all unwilling to tear itself away from yours. It charges the air, and makes it vibrate. Forces the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up, and knots something in your stomach. All as heat blooms across the rest of you, up your neck, smearing itself across your chest.

Because he’s given you this stare a few times. But, never for this long.

Not this constantly, either.

It hasn’t ever made your throat feel this dry, not able to quench it even as you pour more liquid down it; it hasn’t ever quite made your ears burn, always just cheeks.

“You want to see my garden?” Narrowing your eyes, you watch him walk backwards, heading to his coat hook. “Heard you can see a lot of stars tonight.”

Smiling, you nod. Simple, fucking easily. Taking the jumper outstretched to you—fingers brushing over his, just lightly, a spark of something streaming up your wrist as his lips part.

A part of you, one full of longing and need, hopes he felt it too—wishing for it. More so, as you pull his jumper over your head, trying not to noticeably inhale as the warmth settles on your skin, and finds a home in your bones. You’re coated in him, both physically in his clothing and his scent. The one which lingers when he leaves your desk and you have always wished to bottle.

“C’mon,” he whispers, a twinge of nervousness to his tone.

So you do follow. Jacket under his arm as he grabs two bottles from the side—your hand placing your glass down, twirling the ends of his jumper around your fingers, letting him lead the way out, his foot propping open the door so you can head out first.

And he’s not wrong.

The sky is littered with them, soft twinkles thousands of miles away, looking down on the two of you as your warm breath makes spirals appear in front of you—slow wisps of steam that carry themselves to the few clouds floating past.

“You doing much tomorrow?”

You don’t know why you ask it, cringing inwardly. Because tomorrow is the twenty-fifth, and it’s obvious, even more so the more you think about it, that he’ll have his son. Likely to be somewhere for dinner from the conversation overheard.

Frankie steps closer, shoulder practically close to yours, recalling what you’d overheard, layering more information—sharing how he’ll pick his son up at lunchtime, bring him back to open presents, and then they’ll be off to Benny’s. He goes overboard, surprise, surprise.

Your laugh fills the air, somehow unsurprised until Frankie asks you what you’re doing.

“Um, well. I’m usually alone for Christmas—well, except for the other gym goers who also hate the holidays.”

Snorting, Frankie slides the jacket in his hand around your shoulders. Your eyes glance from the swings and slide to meet his gaze.

Iit’s warm when you do. All warm cocoa, digging into you, soaking you in something you’re trying to translate. Whatever it is, it makes your heart flutter in your chest, forces heat to rise up your neck again—kissing your cheeks, your ears.

“You should…” his hand rises, rubbing the back of his neck as he sighs. “Shouldn’t be alone.”

Rolling your lips, you gaze back over his garden—the small space you imagine only looks this good because of him. A small paradise, perfectly painted. Lit up by more strung lights and little lanterns plunged into different flowerbeds.

You smile at the swingset—the one made from mismatched wood. Your thoughts concoct an image of him building it, brushing his curls back from his forehead.

“You look really pretty,” he whispers.

And the words make your head turn, tentative, wary.

“Wish there was mistletoe.”

Your heart pounds and it distils the nerves. You don’t have to force it, it bleeds naturally over your lips—a smile which smudges over your face, and makes your hand place your bottle down on the ledge.

It’s quiet—oh, so quiet—as you turn to face him fully. Body turned, heart thundering in your chest, all suddenly empowered, awake, bold.

The thrum of one chance dancing with the blood in your veins.

“You don’t… you don’t need mistletoe, Frankie.”

“No?”

Shaking your head, you let out a breath.

Letting it fog the air, swirling itself out into the night as you clutch his jacket around your shoulders, watching him move.

It’s breathless the way he says okay. It’s swallowed by the soft slant of his mouth over yours. It’s instant, the way warmth spreads out through you. Made all the more powerful by accompanying fairy-light touches to your skin, allowing your body to curl into him.

Then, it deepens, your lips finding his with more purpose, more intention. His palms cup your cheeks, and like his gaze, his mouth is like fire. It rushes into your mouth, filling your chest and fanning its way out to your outer edges. It’s dizzying, magical—almost worthy of a foot rising off the ground or floating away into the clouds.

Your hands clutch at his shirt, balling it in your fingers as it turns messy, needy—all heated and desperate.

Then, you both part. Barely a slither of space between both your faces, his eyes opening, smothering you in something which makes a tangled coil of need tighten inside of you.

“Wanted to do that for a while,” he whispers, the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

“I’ve wanted you to do that for a while.”

His fingers lightly skate over your cheek, thumb drawing light circles on your chin.

“You got any plans for the 27th?”

Shaking your head, you smile. “Just the gym.”

“Okay. I’m taking you out on our second date.”

Frowning, you begin to grin. “Second?”

Dropping his hand from your face, Frankie places a chaste kiss on your lips. One that makes you want to chase him for more, but the growing gap following it prevents you.

“Yeah, the first is me going inside, grabbing us a plate with some pizza on, and sitting under the stars. If… if that sounds okay?”

Biting your lip, you nod. “It sounds perfect.”

He grins, hand brushing over his chin as he takes a step back. Your hand digging for your phone, the screen illuminating, as you hear him pull open the back door of his place.

“Oh, and Frankie?” His eyes look over at you, wide, beautiful—a mixture of sudden worry and dread filling them. “Merry Christmas.”

Turning to flash him your phone, the minute just passing midnight, you smile—removing the fear in his eyes, making them widen, and grow.

He thinks. Ponders.

Can see it in the way his eyes narrow and a line appears between his brows. Then, the door in his hand meets the frame, and the soles of his boots hammer on the decking, before he closes the gap to you within four strides, your face in his hands, lips pressed to yours.

“A kiss from you is the best gift I could have ever have gotten,” he whispers, between stealing your breath.

Swallowing, you roll your lips—tasting the beer from his lips on your own. “And a date with you is all I wished for.”

an: i really want a pizza under the stars with frankie now

#space sisters secret santa 2023 #frankie morales x reader #francisco morales x reader #frankie morales x you #triple frontier x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales #triple frontier fanfiction #francisco morales fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #francisco catfish morales x reader #catfish morales x reader #frankie morales fluff #triple frontier fluff #Pedrostories

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almacambiondaughterofsaleos · 5 months

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Excuses For Octavia Being Overlooked By Stolas

They say she's almost a grown woman who needs her own space, has a life outside him, and doesn't need to have her father obsessed with her to show it. Biggest thing about the song cutting her out is that she's supposed to be his morality pet showing he has a soft side to him, but cutting her out just again shows how he's become obsessed with Blitzo. Again they say it would be worrying if he was obsessed with his daughter by paying more attention to her, but give him a pass on his obsession with Blitzo the point that the emphasis has become more on his relationship with him.

If smothering a child is bad, then you shouldn't smother a love interest as well especially since it's caused Stolas to neglect his daughter on occasion. And again the song wasn't hers in the first place and her being emphasized just shows how Octavia is being pushed out of the narrative to make way for this ship. Again so many people make so many excuses for this ship while if it was any other relationship they say it would be unhealthy of Stolas to do.

She should have called because that's her father. They want to make excuses for why he's not paying attention to her as just him giving her space now that's she's grown but then backtrack and say she would be too sensitive to her father being in the hospital when in fact I think she would want to know how he's freaking doing because that's her dad and you would want your beloved daughter to know what's going on. And again Octavia is just a footnote in this episode and not emphasized before and after his hospitalization when it comes to their relationship. I mean just imagine if she learned her mother ordered the hit and it could ruin her relationship with her, but nope can't think about that because again Octavia is a prop not her own character to these people despite saying she's a grown woman with her own life.

#helluva boss #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop #anti-vivziepop #anti-stolas #anti-stolitz #stolas #octavia #anti-helluva boss fandom #hellua boss fandom #helluva boss fandom critical #helluva boss fandom critique #anti-hellluva boss fandom

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follows-the-bees · 6 months

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I did an analysis of the meaning of Ed touching Stede's chest, hand over heart, here.

But now I wanna talk about the meaning of face touches - and Ed's outfits - across both seasons.

Bathtub Comfort

The first time Stede touches Ed's face is when Ed is seeking comfort. After he opens up about him being the Kraken, killing his dad and his plan to kill him, Stede offers a comforting shoulder squeeze and Ed deepens it by lying his head against Stede's hand. It is an intimate moment of vulnerability for both, especially Ed and he doesn't hesitate to accept it.

While Ed is wearing his Blackbeard outfit here, he is also covered in Stede's robe, like just the thought of Stede's presence can be a shield to the outside world and Ed's internal emotional struggle. And to have Stede come in and physically touch him, his face, Ed is completely comfortable in this combination of both of them, their vulnerability.

This Is Happening

In the next episode, Stede points out food in Ed's beard and when Ed can't find it, Stede asks permission to take it out. He doesn't fully reach for it until Ed gives permission (the amount of consent between these two, especially in the second season is so special to me) and leans forward (the classic Ed leans toward Stede movement that continues throughout the show.)

Ed is also not wearing his full Blackbeard outfit here, he has stripped down to just a simple purple T-shirt and pants. And we know that purple comes out as Ed's feelings for Stede deepen. So in this moment, Ed is more Ed than Blackbeard.

This is a soft, tender moment that shows the growing feelings between them. Stede's voice is as soft as his reach and touch while Ed looks at Stede so fondly, openly vulnerable.

Beach Kiss Eins

The first time Ed touches Stede's face, is during their first kiss. As soon as Stede responds, Ed moves his hand to his neck and down to his chest. And the pattern of vulnerability, closeness, and gentleness continues.

Neither of them are wearing their normal clothes here. They are wearing uniform, tan ill-fitting sacks (foreshadowing). Their first kiss is not only bare with emotional intimacy but of their identities. They aren't Blackbeard and the Gentleman Pirate during this moment, they are Ed and Stede, two men in love for probably the first time, sitting on a beach, the combination of land and sea.

Let's move to Season Two.

Cake Toppers

Oh, the cake toppers. Those damn cake toppers. They are the embodiment of the two of them to Ed, who caresses the wedding cake topper resembling Stede so much that he rubs some of the paint off. And just like every touch between the two of them so far, Ed lightly grazes the figure in a tentative but gentle way that shows he still has deep feelings for this man no matter how many raids, rhino horn, or self abusive behavior he tries to use to drown out his pain and the Kraken persona that he has put on like a sea monster lost in the deep dark depths of the sea.

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Stede's Dream

In Stede's dream about their reunion, the two comically Monty Python (can we call them Monty Pyrates from now on?) run down the beach and full body collide against each other rolling to get on their sides, where Ed is the one to reach forward and touch Stede's face. This is Stede remembering how Ed did the same thing during their first kiss and he is recreating this moment in a fairytale fashion.

Their clothing is once again notable. Stede is wearing a more traditional pirate costume, earring, and has grown a beard. While we saw sword training last season between the two of them, Stede does not truly start wearing one until later in the second season. This is him trying to become who he thinks Ed would want, not the bumbling semi-pirate, but the confident, killing pirate with facial hair and more down-to-earth look. Ed is not only portrayed in his traditional garb but he has his old beard is back, he is the version that Stede first fell in love with. (Stede loves Ed as Ed though, no matter what he wears.)

Moonlight Serenade

Their first kiss under the moonlight is tentative and is a mirror of the moon scene in season one.

This is the first time that Stede touches Ed's face during kissing of his own volition. Even when he was trying to bring Ed back to life in episode three, he held his hand and pounded on his chest, over his heart, trying to shock it into fully beating to life.

He's been dreaming of Ed as touching his face again like the first kiss, but instead Stede is the one who moves his hand to Ed's face, and deepens the kiss. Because Stede is ready for this, and he wants to show Ed that he is here, he is committed to them. It is Ed who pulls away and asks to take it slow, because he is the one who has to heal in this scenario. This is his season, his season to heal, grow, and learn to reconcile all three sides of his being.

When Ed pulls back, Stede immediately responds, taking his hands off Ed to respect his wishes. And he only touches him again after gaining consent to hold his hand. Once again, we are treated to their gentleness, hesitancy, but the underlying love they have for each other is present in every cradle, fingers through hair, consent.

Instead of like the first season where they walk away in different directions, looking back at each other while trying to puzzle out what happened, they walk away together, toward the captain's cabin, still talking about their day and playfully playing off each other.

Once again they are not wearing their normal clothes, particularly, Ed is not wearing his Blackbeard outfit. He is wearing a light-colored onesie made from a potato sack as well as a cat bell. A bell he purposefully makes ring in an adorable shoulder shake to let Stede know that he is coming in for a kiss - unlike their first one, where he almost surprises Stede with it. We don't see it, but I bet Ed thought that maybe if he didn't surprise him, if he hadn't kissed him but kept talking, Stede wouldn't have left him. He probably blamed himself for that, so he made sure this time that Stede knew what was happening beforehand.

Calypso's Birthday

They are both physically injured from Ned Low's torture as well as in mental distress here. Stede is having flashbacks of his childhood and blood on his face because this is the first time he has purposely gotten blood on his hands. Ed is upset at seeing Stede take this step, thinking that he has corrupted him. But once again, they both consent to this, Stede does not even move forward or kiss Ed until Ed nods his head and then physically pulls Stede against him. This kiss is a combination of the first two. Ed's hand wraps around and on Stede's neck like the beach one, while Stede's hand snakes its way into Ed's hair when he deepens the kiss. This is the first and only time we see their bodies align and touch at more than just the contact of hands and lips.

Later on we see both of them in a different state of undress. Ed's hair is completely down, and he's once again in a t-shirt, stripped down emotionally and looking at Stede like he's the center of the world as the colors of their love - red and purple - surround them, until Ed looks directly at Stede and the burst of yellow - his lighthouse - shines bright. Stede is already shirtless at this part, his vulnerability bared skin-surface level.

Beach Kiss Zwei

And of course, we reach the finale, where In general the number of touches has escalated; they have chosen each other, chosen to give this a try. Ed emerges out of the ocean and all three themes (the Kraken, Blackbeard, and Ed) play all in a row, because he took what Pop-Pop said to heart and embraced all three of his identities to save and protect his loved ones.

One hand is on Stede's face almost the entire time they are reunited on the beach, and after the first kiss and apology, Ed moves both hands to Stede's face, using that leverage to pull him in for a kiss, holding onto him for dear life. He doesn't let go until Stede responds to his "I love you" reassuring Ed that he knows that, and Ed can drop his worry about Stede not knowing/hearing those words before that moment. Ed smiles and moves his hands down, and if they weren't in the middle of a battle, he would have wrapped his arms around him, pulled him in to align with his body, and kissed him again.

I particularly love this one because we can see the desperation, especially for Ed during this moment. He clearly doesn't want to stop touching Stede, only doing so out of necessity at the end. Stede is quiet, that calmness that Ed needs, just enjoying being in Ed's presence "breathing the same air."

This is the first time that they are wearing their full identities while kissing. Covered in blood, having just dropped weapons used to kill soldiers to get to each other, only to touch and kiss each other with softness and love but also desperation.

This is also the first time they openly embrace each other. All season, things have been slightly off while they take it slow, try to figure out their status together and separate. They stand apart, but still facing/bodies turned toward each other, only a few inches away. And they never touch in the presence of others, instead only kissing in the candlelight of the captain's cabin and under the moonlight. But now they are under the bright sun in front of The Pirate Queen and countless red shirts, two who were making fun of the letter Stede wrote Ed before Ed dispatched them. And Ed even reaches over later to put his hand on Stede's shoulder in front of Zheng, offering him comfort and saying yes babe, I see you, don't worry.

They kiss on the beach!! combining the sea and the land - the lighthouse, kraken, merman, flightless birds now grounded- they are the MERMEN.

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Overall, the touches exchanged between Ed and Stede are all laced in emotion, vulnerable. And as their relationship progresses, these touches also evolve enough that by the end, kissing or touching each other's face no longer needs a pause and explicit consent because they are comfortable enough to know each other and their boundaries.

But there is something particular about the face touching between them. It shows a higher level of intimacy and romance that is at the heart of our mythical beings who have finally found each other and met in the middle, combining land and sea.

I didn't include the touches previous to the bathtub, like Ed hugging Stede after the lighthouse fuckery, or during the party, first moon scene, because I wanted to focus on the face touching primarily since it offers more depth to their relationship. I did this from memory, so I apologize if I missed any.

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natriae · 1 year

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Hiiiii love ur writing hope ur having anice day..... Pls can I request osamu X reader where he's stern /stubborn but a bit soft for reader hehe whatever genre u want 🫶

OMG YESS I LOVE SOFT SPOT OSAMU (i actually had something planned with this with dad samu)

"daddy, daddy, guess what," Osamu turned around from behind the counter at the voice of his little girl. She came running in and her little sparkly backpack came bouncing in behind her.

"what baby?" Osamu asked leaning over the counter to see her tiny frame.

Getting on her tip-toes and grabbing the edge of the counter the mini miya said, "rinnie-kun surprised us when I were shopping with mommy!"

"oh did he now..." Osamu was not happy. He had asked Suna to stay away from his daughter because he was a bad influence. He didn't want to have to explain what a vape was to his daughter already.

"yeahh, hehe," she giggled at the thought of Suna. Osamu had overheard a conversation between you and his daughter the other night. After a game night with old inarizaki team members your daughter went on and on about how "pretty" suna was and how he's such a prince. Yeah prince my ass. Every time he comes over she'll run to him and hold on to his shirt for the whole night. NEVER leaving his side. Which suna didn't mind until he wanted to smoke.

Walking in behind your daughter you immediately see Osamu's sour face. She must have already told him that you guys ran into Suna. Yes he was your husbands best friend but Osamu had always been a little stubborn and protective when it came to his girls. Picking her up you lifted her over the counter and halfway switched her to Osamu's arms so she could give him a hug. If there was one thing about your daughter that didn't make any sense was how much of chatter box she was. Both you and osamu barely talked, often communicating though looks and gestures, but she was a miya after all.

"and daddy he looked so handsome," At that she lifted her hands off of her father's shoulders and moved them over her eyes kicking her legs in the process. You could tell he was angry because she was kicking him in the tummy but all that anger washed away when he looked at her again. Asking her calmly to calm down she listened and put her head on his dad's shoulder. Turning around she immediately perked up when she saw familiar sharp eyes walking though the door. She squealed in delight before Osamu could even turn around and utter out a hello.

"hi sweetpea," Suna said with a smile at the little girl. He knew she had a little crush on him and thought it was hilarious to see the anger on Osamu's face. Osamu immediately put his daughter down and told her to go to her mommy in his office. He came out from behind the counter and dragged Suna outside the restaurant to properly fight him. If there was one thing that came out of being twins with Atsumu was that he knew how to fight.

"mommmyyyyy, Dad's making the face again with his eyebrows," she then repeated the angry face with an uncanny resemblance to her father. You couldn't help but let out a little giggle because it felt like when you first met Osamu again. He was stubborn to everyone but you. Always making a srunched up face when he was or even slightly ticked off at someone, but it would always disappear the minute you showed up.

Walking out back you see the two grown men fighting each other and just stood on one of the steps with your arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. As if he could sense your presence Osamu immediately pushed Suna off of him and began to apologize to you for acting immature.

"simp," Suna said with his a slight bruise forming on his cheek bone.

"no!" the power Osamu's no held was unlike anything else. From years of managing his restaurant and having Atsumu as a brother he's learn to be very stern and be very powerful with his words, but of course he could never say no to you.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu suna #osamu headcanons #osamu imagine #miya osamu #osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu fluff #suna rintarou #osamu miya imagine #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya

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I'd love to see Jacob with a single mama. I'd love it if he imprinted on her while she's playing with her little one on the beach. She could be Charlie's niece who he helped move to Forks to give her a fresh start with the little one. I'm thinkin the kiddo is about 1-2, old enough to walk/play in the sand but still young. I can see Jacob being the best papa ever and the pack just LOVING on the kid <3 Please and thank you! <3

Thank you so much for your patience with this one! Because I made you wait so long, I made it a long one <3. Loved writing such sweet lil fluffy stuff. Please enjoy :)

A/N: AU where Jacob and Bella aren’t toxic & weirdly obsessed with each other, and he has his own life and experiences outside of her! Period.

HOME

You sat on the sand with Lydia between your legs, her wispy, silky auburn hair blowing between your fingers with each soft gust of the salty breeze. You faced the ocean, La Push beach surrounding you in all of its striking glory.

Lydia babbled as she played with the sand, her back to you and her arms and legs quite literally covered in the granules. It would be her second birthday in two months, and you couldn’t understand where the time had gone. She grew so quickly, her chunky little arms and legs getting longer by the day, and you wished desperately that you could pause time.

Your ex boyfriend Noah, Lydia’s father, hadn’t wanted much to do with the raising of his child.

You looked down at the side of her sweet face, the buttery soft skin of her cheek glowing with the orange light of the afternoon. It was despicable that anyone could not want to love this tiny human, you thought, that anyone would even consider leaving her by choice. But that was exactly what Noah had done. His booze and his gambling was far too important to him to bother with the raising of a small child.

It made you angry; you felt a relentless and almost violently intense need to protect her. From everything ugly and awful and false in this world, even if that meant her own father. He had never treated you right, always gone for nights at a time doing who knows what with God knows who. The pregnancy had been an accident, but his reaction was not what you’d expected. He’d seemed to be on-board at first, but was never there for you during your difficult pregnancy. You thought back to how your muscles had ached as you were on all fours scrubbing the bathroom floor that one Saturday night, seven months pregnant and inconceivably exhausted. He had come home after being gone for two days, reeking of liquor and barely having time to slur out his angry question of what you were planning on making for dinner before he’d passed out on the living room couch.

You had been expecting Lydia’s birth to snap him back to reality, to throw things into perspective for him. But the man you had practically grown up with, together since 18, had missed her birth.

“Got caught up at work,” had been his excuse when he showed up at the hospital the next morning. Even the labor and delivery nurse had thrown him a glare.

When Lydia was 3 months old, you were forced to go part-time at the job you’d loved, the one that could actually lead somewhere. Without Noah’s help, childcare was next to impossible. Your neighbor, Jess, a stay at home mom of three, was kind enough to babysit Lydia with her own children for a few days out of the week, but you felt awful not being able to pay her much, if anything, most weeks.

After over a year of trying, of desperately hoping and yearning for the man you had once loved to be a father to your sweet girl, you’d finally thrown in the towel. Noah had made it clear that he had no interest in being a dad, and in one of his more blacked-out stupors, had even remarked that if the two of you hadn’t gotten pregnant, things would’ve been easier. Better.

Noah had been gone 11 days, his longest absence yet.

You’d packed your minimal belongings, gathering Lydia’s too and putting them into her tiny suitcase with strawberries on it.

Your mom had passed when you were 16, and your dad was very much like Noah. Oh, how patterns repeat themselves. You didn’t have much of a support system to fall back on when shit hit the fan.

The one person you knew would answer if you called was your Mom’s brother, Charlie.

“(Y/N)?,” his gruff, tired voice had come through the phone that early Tuesday morning. You knew it was probably only 4am in Forks, where he was, but he’d still answered the phone.

“Uncle Charlie…,” you’d whimpered shakily, “I-….”

You didn’t even know where to begin. Uncle Charlie had always been so good to you, checking in and asking how Lydia was frequently. He’d been one of the few people you’d called to share the exciting news of your pregnancy with, and had been ecstatic, urging that you come visit him and your cousin Bella as soon as you could.

“What’s goin’ on? You okay?”, His voice had become suddenly alarmed, and you’d heard the shuffling in the background of him getting up and out of his bed.

Leaving with Lydia was something you’d been wanting to do for a while, but you didn’t think you could actually follow through with it. Saying it out loud felt impossible.

“I need your help,” you’d whispered, your voice low and on the verge of breaking.

That was two weeks ago now.

You sat on the soft sand with Lydia, her tiny fingers gripping your leg for support as she pulled herself up, and you thought back to the fear you’d felt that day. Charlie had immediately paid for a planet ticket for you and Lydia to fly up to Port Angeles. He didn’t waste a moment in inviting you to come stay with him. He’d been clearly enraged, barely hiding his distaste for Noah’s behaviors once you’d let the floodgates open and told him everything you’d been hiding for months.

“Jesus, (y/n). I thought you guys were doing good, I-… I thought he was different, honey. I’m so sorry, kid,” Charlie had spoken into the phone after the words pouring from your mouth had finally come to a halt once you’d gotten him caught up on the current status of your relationship with your baby’s father. You hadn’t realized it, but you’d been hiding it from practically everyone. Your cousin Bella texted you often, and she knew some of the details of how absent Noah had become, but even she didn’t know the extent of it. You were a single mother, from the moment Lydia was conceived, you’d accepted that. Noah was never a dad to her.

“Mama! San!” Lydia’s tiny voice shrieked out as she grabbed a fistful of sand and threw it in front of her, some of it spraying in the breeze and landing across your chest and arms. She tentatively waited for your reaction. Her eyes scanned your face, her pink cheeks pulled into an ecstatic smile. You laughed, shaking your head, and wiped the rough granules off of your skin as you nodded at her.

“Yes, sand!” You picked up a handful of it, holding it out to show her and letting it spill through your fingers. She shrieked again, excited by your intentional dropping of the sand, and jumped several times, her little legs barely able to lift her half an inch off the ground.

You’d been down at the beach in La Push almost every day now. You’d gotten settled in to the extra bedroom at the Swan’s house, and you couldn’t help but feel like a burden, so you went out with Lydia often. Charlie and Bella had insisted, several times, that they were grateful to have the two of you. That they didn’t feel burdened by your presence. A toddler definitely wasn’t the quietest or most polite house guest, but Lydia was truly the best thing you’d ever done, and you prided yourself that you’d managed to raise such a good tiny human all on your own.

She was kind, and gentle. She loved animals, she loved making new friends. She watched the world around her with curious and eager eyes, anxious to explore and see and feel. She laughed and laughed and laughed; she was the giggliest baby you’d ever seen.

Bella offered to watch her whenever you needed a break, and you hadn’t asked for one yet. She was practically begging to babysit Lydia at this point, which had surprised even her; she wasn’t much of a kid person.

You didn’t want a break. You were soaking up this time with your little one as much as you could. You felt free, for the first time in a long time.

The beach felt like home now, and Lydia seemed to think so too. Every time you walked with her down the dirt path toward the beach, she would screech and try her best to run towards the glistening ocean. You’d been at the beach now for an hour or two, and you reached into your bag to pull out more baby sunscreen for her.

“Lyd, come ‘ere babe.” You reached out, gently pulling her to you, and her eyes landed on the pink bottle of sunscreen. She knew the drill at this point, and gingerly leaned against you as you rubbed the cream across her tiny little shoulders and arms. She giggled and smiled as the cold sunscreen landed on her skin.

“Eeee!” She cried, slapping her small hands against your leg as she pulled her face away in protest to you trying to spread the sunscreen across her cheeks. She still stood in place though, squeezing her eyes shut and pouting as you rubbed it in.

“Thank you, baby. Such a good girl,” you cooed as you snapped the lid of the sunscreen closed and placed a kiss on the tip of her little nose. You continued to pepper her face with smooches until she was a screeching, giggling mess on the sand, her arms and legs flailing every which way. You tickled her, both of you laughing loud enough for the sound to travel over the noise of the rolling waves hitting the beach.

After the tickle attack came to an end, you grabbed some strawberries and blueberries from your bag, pulling open the Tupperware container and holding it out to Lydia. Her eyes lit up (strawberries are her all time fave) and she eagerly grabbed at the berries with both hands. After several minutes of snacking, her mouth and face was stained pink and red, and her fingers were sticky. The sand was still warm, although the breeze was starting to cool off a bit.

“Let’s walk, yeah Lyddi?,” you asked, getting up from your large towel and brushing the sand off of your legs. She bounced around beside the towel, falling a few times onto the soft sand as she lost her balance. You held your hand out and smiled down at her, waiting for her to meet your eyes. She reached out without hesitation, allowing you to envelope her tiny hand in yours, and let you lead her down towards the water.

You walked across the gentle waves, only going far enough so that the incoming swells flowed across your feet and ankles. With each wave hitting the shore, Lydia giggled and gripped your hand firmly, picking her feet up as quickly as she could to run from the water as it approached, only to run back towards it when it receded. You bent down, releasing her hand to skim the ocean water, wetting your fingers to clean the berry juice from her face.

As you were wiping your thumb across the soft skin of her chin, you saw her eyes flicker to something behind you, down the beach. Her gaze was intent and focused, and you glanced over your shoulder to see what managed to catch her constantly fleeting attention. A group of four tall men coming down the beach, kicking a soccer ball amongst their group. Their laughter was just reaching your ears now, and they were coming close enough that you were able to make out their faces.

They were quite large, and all but one of them were shirtless. The image rang a bell: they looked like they could be some of the Quileute boys you’d heard Bella mention were her close friends. You knew the beach was on the local Quileute reservation, but it’d been relatively empty in the days you and Lydia had been spending there, and you’d only seen random tourists walking along the beach occasionally. Bella had complained jokingly to you that these friends of hers were annoyingly always shirtless, impossibly large and tall, and that her boyfriend Edward wasn’t the biggest fan of them.

You smiled when one of them looked down the beach towards you and Lydia, and he seemed to return a polite smile at first, but his face melted into an odd expression when your eyes met. It was an indecipherable look. A look you didn’t understand.

He stopped walking, his body halting while his friends continued to move down the beach ahead of him. For a moment, it almost seemed like he was about to wave or come towards you, as if he recognized you like an old friend. The peculiar expression lingered for a moment before he pulled his eyes away quickly, and you saw his mouth moving as he seemed to speak swiftly to the men around him. His friends stopped walking as well, all turning to face him with bewildered expressions. The eye contact between you had been longer than a typical interaction with a stranger, but you felt oddly unalarmed. You were struck with an odd sensation that felt like you recognized him too.

He was the tallest of the group, his shoulders wide & strong. His frame was long and lean, and he happened to be the only one wearing a shirt, though it was a black cut off tank that didn’t cover much of his chiseled musculature underneath. You brushed the encounter off as random and probably explainable, trying to ignore the odd and unfamiliar sensation that prickled across your entire body like electricity.

You turned back to Lydia, but her curious eyes were still locked on the group behind you, wonder filling her face. A smile crept onto your lips as you watched her blink, her long lashes framing her wide eyes. She was beautiful. She was always so curious, so interested. Strangers made her nervous, like any two year old, though, which is why you were utterly bewildered when she broke away from your grasp and started toddling down the shore towards the group of men. You shot up from your lowered position, chasing after her.

“Lydia!” you called, your feet picking up pace.

It was amazing just how fast a two year old could be when they suddenly decided they had a destination in mind. You caught her under the armpit just as she almost fell across the wet sand in her run, and your knees hit the soft sand as you almost fell yourself. You panted, holding onto her and unable to stifle back a laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“What the heck! Lyd-,” you started, looking up from where you grasped her. She was frozen, staring up at something.

She’d managed to close the distance between the two of you and the men, quickly enough that the soccer ball they’d been passing around as they came down the beach was only feet away now. You followed her gaze, and saw two large hands come down to swiftly pick up the ball. Your eyes moved up more still, until they landed on the face of the man you’d just locked eyes with moments before.

His gentle brown eyes were wide, his jaw slack and his expression yet again incomprehensible. You still had a smile on your face, and his eyes flicked down to your grin, the corners of his own mouth lifting up slightly. He gestured toward you with the arm that held the soccer ball.

“You’re, uh, Bella’s cousin?” The sound of his voice was rough and deep. Your grin faltered to make way for the suprised expression that came across your face.

“Oh, uh, yeah! Um, you know Bella?” You asked, taking the brief moment to get back up onto your feet and readjust the flowy fabric of your sundress that had gotten ruffled up in the capturing of your tiny escapee. You still held Lydia’s hand, and she stayed unmoving by your side, watching the tall man with the same awed expression. A grin spread across his face, and his eyes maintained the same electric glow they’d had from the moment you’d looked at him.

“Bella’s one of my best friends, yeah. She’s told me a lot about you…and… uh Lydia, right?” He spoke gently, his eyes glancing down at the tiny human to your right. You looked down at her, too, and she smiled timidly up at the man, stepping slightly behind your leg shyly. You beamed back at him, nodding and running your fingers through the soft silky baby hair on the top of Lydia’s head.

“Yeah, this is Lydia,” you replied, ruffling her hair until a soft giggle fell from her lips.

“I’m Jacob Black,” he glanced beyond him briefly and jerked his thumb over his shoulder, “those are my buddies Quil, Embry, and Jared. You’re (Y/N)?”

You glanced briefly over to the other three men, though they were now immersed in their own mumbled conservation several yards away; one of them was watching you with interest and flashed a warm smile back at you.

You nodded, turning back to Jacob.

“That’s me,” you answered with a shrug and a smile. When you met his gaze again, his eyes were intense, almost pained, his pupils wide. That electric feeling ran through you again. The eye contact between the two of you lingered each and every time it occurred, as if it was an inconvenience to pull away from it for both of you. Jacob knelt down on one knee, tucking the soccer ball under his arm. His eyes only broke away from yours to glance down at Lydia, who was still watching him intently from her place next to your leg.

“Hi, Lydia, it’s nice to meet you,” he murmured gently, “I’m Jacob.”

There was a hesitation, and you were just about to encourage Lydia to say hello to Jacob, but to your surprise she broke away from you once more, ambling across the sand and reaching her arms out towards the soccer ball Jacob held under his arm. In her uncoordinated stumbling over the sand, she started to fall forwards. Before you could even begin to reach to catch her, one of Jacob’s large hands came out in a flash to support her, stopping her mid fall.

“Woah, buddy, careful there!” He exclaimed, a chuckle coming from his chest.

At the sound of his laughter, your baby beamed up at him, her expression suddenly delighted, and after a moment, a giggle erupted from her own little body.

Your eyes widened, shocked as you watched her laugh, Jacob’s large hand still holding her up off the sand. His eyes flickered to you as you broke into surprised laughter as well, and soon the three of you were a giggling mess. Lydia adored making adults laugh. It was the phase she was currently in: to laugh at everything anyone deemed amusing, and it was common that she would even fake laugh to get you to laugh, which would often result in a real fit of hysterics from the both of you

You were astonished that she’d warmed to a stranger so quickly, especially such a large man - a category of human that toddlers tend to decide is terrifying for no reason.

As the afternoon started to bleed into evening, you and Lydia got to know your new friends. Lydia was very opposed to moving away from them, interested in the soccer ball and jumping around in the sand. Jacob continued to stare intently at you every moment that his eyes weren’t required to be on something else, and you didn’t mind it. His energy was warm and gentle, and even his friends seemed to find his behavior entertaining, chuckling and whispering to eachother every time Jacob’s eyes lingered on you for a few seconds too long. You couldn’t help but feel the heat rush to your face with his stares. You hadn’t really felt this noticed by someone, a man, in what felt like forever. And he was absolutely noticing you. He was doing more than notice you. He was ogling at you, drinking the sight of you in like fresh air for a suffocating man. His eyes turned gentle and soft whenever they fell upon Lydia, and he spent the time as the two of you spoke truly attending to her and her endless toddler games, showing earnest interest in the shells she had picked up and started to stack on one of his feet.

“Oooh, wow, now that one’s pretty. Definitely my favorite one yet.” He carefully examined the newest purple shell Lydia had found and handed to him for inspection. She smiled and clenched her fists in excitement, eagerly racing to find more shells in the sand to bring to him.

His eyes slowly found their way back to yours as you sat beside one another. You smiled softly, and he returned it, the smile reaching his eyes and crinkling them gently.

There it was again, that electricity.

Six Months Later

It had been a whirlwind, these past six months. Meeting Jacob Black had changed life entirely for you and your daughter. After that night on the beach, you, Charlie and Bella had visited the Blacks’ home a few times, joining them for bonfires and pizza dinners whenever a hockey game was on tv. Bella seemed adamant that you visit Jacob often, even Charlie seemed surprised with how eagerly she encouraged you to join them and hang out with the Quileute boys. You’d met Jacob’s father, who seemed to welcome you into his family without hesitation within moments of meeting you. He had peered at you with an intensely inquisitive expression, something that reminded you of the odd gut feeling you hadn’t been able to shake…that your new acquaintances were far more interesting than they let on. There was just something about them, and it felt like a secret club you were looking in on, one that caused the hushed, private conversations that seemed to happen frequently in their presence. You’d spoken to Bella about your encounter with her friend right after that first night on the beach. As the rest of that week had passed, Bella had begun acting suspiciously around you. Within days of her odd avoidant behavior, she finally sat you down to tell you things that challenged your perception of the world, forever.

Vampires and werewolves.

Insanity, right?

Bella had explained her relationship with Edward, and you hadn’t believed it at first.

Like, at all. Who would?

In fact, you thought she’d been completely off her rocker, crazy.

That was, until she’d claimed that Jacob had something to do with it, too.

“You need to go talk to Jacob,” she’d urged, “only he can explain what you need to know.”

You’d been absolutely confused, unsure what Jacob Black had to do with anything, especially with this absurd tale of vampires.

“I’ll watch Lydia. Go,” she’d insisted, practically pushing you out the front door. You were insanely curious; you’d never had any reason to question Bella’s mental competence before, and with her frantic efforts to get you to talk to Jacob, you had to know what this was all about. You still of course doubted the absurd story, but wanted to get to the root of the craziness, naturally.

When you’d arrived at the Black’s house, it seemed Jacob was expecting you, and he’d grabbed your hand gently, pulling you towards his little makeshift garage in the back.

You’d spent hours with him that night. Jacob had tried, while his eyes watered and his voice shook nervously, to explain the wildly unbelievable, and yet somehow completely sensical and validating reality of his ancestral destiny.

“I know, (y/n). Please, believe me, I know this sounds crazy,” he’d said as he anxiously paced across the garage, his eyes flashing to your face for your reaction.

You’d shaken your head, trying to connect the dots in your mind. It matched up with the absurd story Bella had told you, only this time he was speaking of wolves, wolves with the instinctual duty to protect from the supposed vampires Bella become involved with deeply. Wolves that were not wolves, but men. Men that included Jacob and his friends.

“Come with me,” he’d finally insisted sternly as you’d silently refused to accept the words he spoke, staring at him dumbfoundedly.

He’d led you outside, to the dark treeline, and placed his hands up in front of him before you could protest.

“Listen, I know this is gonna be hard to see, (y/n). I didn’t wanna have to do this but I need you to understand. There’s so much more to this world than you think there is. Please,” he’d begged, pulling you into a tight hug, his eyes wildly urging yours to listen to him, his shaky voice reducing to a whisper against your hair, “I understand if you never, ever want to be a part of this. But you deserve to know.”

You’d shaken your head, bewildered.

“What are you talking about, Jake?”

He stood back and started to pull his pants down, and your eyes widened, your eyebrow cocking up in confusion. A smile flashed across his lips.

“Remember what I just told you. I’d never hurt you, okay?”

Your mind flickered to the story he’d just spent the last hour telling you, but your brain simply wouldn’t allow you to defy logic to consider the possibility that the man was truly actually about to turn into a wolf.

And yet, you stood there with your jaw slacked open and your eyes wide, your body frozen as he stepped back several feet, his body twitching and trembling and twisting oddly before…

A ripping sound rang out, a wildly violent sound that came from deep within his body. The sound echoed against the trees, before it fell hauntingly silent across the dark backyard. Within less than a moment, a massive red brown wolf was standing before you, his huge head only inches away from your face.

Your mind didn’t comprehend the sight, the reality too unreal and too intangible to wrap around and understand. Those same brown eyes you’d come to know and feel safe in stared back at you intently from the massive wolf’s face.

It was the last image you remembered before you’d fallen to the ground, slipping into a shock driven unconsciousness.

When you’d woken, you had been in Jacob’s bed, an ice pack being gently repeatedly pressed to your forehead and neck.

It had been a rude awakening, but one that had forced open your eyes to a world that quickly became home for you, lifting the veil of reality that you’d come know.

Jacob’s next explanation was that of the concept of imprinting. That night, after you’d settled and moved out of your state of shock, started speaking real words again, Jacob expressed why he felt it was necessary to expose you to his world. He’d explained the ancient way of imprinting, what it meant for him, what it meant for you. That first day on the beach, the way he’d look at you, that electricity. It all made sense now.

“It’s you, (y/n). Now that you’re here, I will follow you anywhere. Even if you don’t want to be part of this, I’ll always protect you and Lydia from afar. Always. I can’t imagine a world anymore without you, a life without you. The moment I saw you, I felt it. My heart was yours,” he’d murmured, his arms around you as he rubbed your back to calm your tremors that had come across your body as you tried desperately to adjust to your entirely new concept of existence.

That felt so long ago, now. You’d met the Cullens soon after you were welcomed into the world of the supernatural, joining Bella in her secretive lifestyle of hiding the direct truth from Charlie, only letting him in on what he absolutely needed to know. Charlie was over the moon that you and Jacob got together; he pissed Bella off with how openly he approved of your relationship with Jacob over hers with Edward. Jacob didn’t feel right having you live in a spare bedroom at the Swan house, and had practically demanded you move into a home on the reservation with him. He’d jokingly insisted that it wasn’t his fault, that the imprint had forced him to need you in his sight at all times. You didn’t resist, elated to finally feel welcome in a home with your Lydia. And it wasn’t hard - Jacob made that incredibly simple. He so openly loved Lydia nearly as much as he loved you. Sometimes, you wondered how deeply the imprinting had impacted him. He accepted it and took it on with respect. He never pressured you to be anything but there, in his life. He didn’t seem to mind in the slightest or even really notice how slowly you were allowing him into your heart. The relationship you had with Jacob had begun as a deep and true friendship, but the imprint connection was impossible to ignore, and there was undeniable attraction you felt for him, even beyond his beautifully kind heart and spirit. You held hands constantly, even before you’d established any sort of romantic connection. The first night Jacob had kissed you, you’d expressed your hesitation at pulling him into your life. You’d gotten used to men not wanting much to do with a single mom, after Noah had made it clear that you and Lydia were essentially a burden in his life. You were scared, not only for your own heart, but for Lydia’s. You couldn’t bear to bring another man into her life only for him to reject her like her father had. But Jacob? He’d adamantly refused to let your anxieties overcome you. He loved you, he’d insisted. All of you. Lydia was part of you. So, he loved her. It was that simple to him. He was often just as anxious when Lydia was out of his sight as when you were.

You remember the first time Lydia had called Jake ‘Dada’, several months after you’d been exposed to this world of fantasy. Lydia had gotten so comfortable with him, more comfortable than she’d been with any person, besides you, before. She babbled with excitement every time she heard you or Charlie or Bella mention him, and begged to see him frequently. Once you’d moved into the small red house with Jacob, she’d jump and squeal every time his truck pulled into the driveway at the end of the day.

That day she first said the word, you’d nervously glanced at his face, searching for his response.

She’d been holding his hand, walking along the shore at La Push. It was winter by this point, but Lydia needed her regular beach walk, and was bundled in her tiny red puffer jacket and white hat. She’d stooped down to pick up a shell, gripping it in her small fist, and jerked her hand out to him, dropping the shell into his hand.

“Dada!” She’d squealed as she waited for his approval of the shell.

His eyes had lit up and an expression of utter shock, which had quickly shifted into ecstatic bliss, moved across his features. His eyes had flashed to yours, and he clearly struggled, with everything in him, to hold back a massive grin. He was unsure of your reaction. Your eyes had melted back at him, and you were completely unable to resist the smile that crossed your lips. His dark eyes had turned glossy, and he’d looked back down at Lydia’s impatiently waiting face as she’d stared up at him, grasping the shell and embracing her in a massive bear hug. She’d laughed and shrieked, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck.

At Lydia’s 2nd birthday party, the whole pack had celebrated with you and Jacob at Billy’s house. The rest of the boys had happily taken on the role of proud uncles, practically fighting over who could hold her whenever you brought her over.

Life was peaceful, and you’d taken on a job at the La Push Farmer’s market. Childcare was a breeze now: on any given day while you were at work, either Sue & Charlie or Emily would eagerly babysit Lydia if Jacob was out on patrol or working his shift as a mechanic at the local bike shop. Lydia now had a family that was larger and more loving than you could have ever dreamed for her.

And you couldn’t ignore the fateful gift that you’d received too. Jacob Black was yours, and you were his. And you knew that, without a single doubt, he’d protect you and your daughter with relentless fervor for the rest of your lives.

You were safe. You were loved.

You were home.

#twilight #imagines #fanfic #twilight imagines #jacob black #jacob black x reader

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reqxxyt · 1 year

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secret relationship c.s

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pairings: carlos sainz x f!reader

warnings: angry toto (??).. none other really

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Giggles left my lips as another pair traveled down wanting to hear them on repeat. I could feel my stomach turn as it suddenly felt tight from the lack of personal space. My hands were wrapped around his neck interlocked with his hair strands, wishing this could last the entire day but knowing this should stop.

“Carlos” My lips quiver at the sensation he was leaving, footsteps passed by the locked door before I heard a conversation being made outside. Biting my lips quite harshly not to be heard left an indent later on. I could feel his lips twitch between a smile and what felt like a smirk as he traveled only downwards toward the collarbone. The conversation faltered and with that rose my heavy breaths suppressing a whine that leaked through my vocal cords.

“Your race starts in only an hour. We should really not do this” My whisper was barely audible as it took everything in me to not let out sounds. His face tore from my neck as he looked down at me with a small smile.

“Promise you’ll be here afterward?” his voice sounded a bit more pleading than usual as the corners of my lips curved upwards as I nodded. My heart still pounded as he closed the already nonexistent gap, placing a soft, sensual kiss. He left the storage room, taking a quick glance before leaving me in there for a couple of minutes checking it was safe enough for me to exit.

Me and Carlos have been secretly dating for the past 3 months but lately have been more careless the past week because our confidence in keeping this a hush situation had risen over time where we now have secessions in storage rooms.

I left the room and spotted my dad, the team principal of Mercedes spot me as he visibly relaxed seeing that I was okay, and stopped the search party. He was very protective of me since I turned 18 and decided to introduce myself to the drivers over time.

“Where have you been?” his tone sounded impatient as he paced to me before we both started walking towards the Mercedes garage. “I almost had to ask them to delay the race”

“Why would you do that?” I rolled my eyes but knowing that would be impossible. “I had to go to the restroom”

“Nearly 10 minutes?” his eyes narrowed as they met mine and before I could make up a terrible lie, one of the crew members working with him pulled him aside as I sat on the chairs next to his where the monitors laid for surveillance. My eyes gravitated towards the red-blaring car as my dad sat down beside me, putting on his headset and pushing his glasses upwards.

The lights, one by one showed before they all went off and the race began. I was silently praying for Carlos to get a podium standing knowing how stressed he had been over the season. Max had been leading and my shoulders tensed the more I leaned toward the monitor. Every time Carlos’ car would appear on the screen, my eyes would stay glued to the screen and finally blink at the next driver. I didn’t notice but my dad who sat next to me did, noticing a pattern.

“Thought you weren’t into the races?” he whispered moving a side of the headset behind his ears. I gave him a confused look even though he was very much correct. No matter how hard he tried to get me into racing myself, I refused and focused on my studies instead.

“Is it such a terrible thing to cheer for my dads' team?” I gave an innocent smile but he didn’t seem to be convinced.

“Right. Even though you keep only looking at the monitor when Carlos comes on screen” he pointed out and my smile twitched downwards thinking this would be when I would get caught. After only a month, I would be the one to ruin it. Here I was thinking it would be him and his clinginess, instead, it was my inability to lie when it came to my dad. His eyebrow lifted the longer I stood silent.

“Me and Carlos are just close friends, nothing more I swear” I really regret those words because he seemed to believe them for the moment, or at least tried. He only gave me a nod and went back to analyzing the race.

The race had ended and Carlos had achieved P2, right behind Max. I felt my own heart leap, feeling overall proud of him. George achieved P3 while Hamilton was P4 and the entire team congratulated each other making sure to give a small congratulations to the driver after interviews and celebrations.

“Need a ride?” my dad offered but I shook my head making up an excuse that I left some things in the garage. I instead went to the Ferrari garage patiently waiting for Carlos. I soon spotted him walking towards me with a smile making sure no one was around before lightly kissing me.

“Congrats,” I said once, deteriorating from his touch. He thanked me and we walked out of the stadium, heading towards his car. If I had known that people spotted us entitling his car from afar, taking pictures as proof I would've driven with my dad. Like I said, careless.

“Planning to head to the after-party?” I asked even if I already knew he was unlikely to go, spending every moment he could with me in the comfort of a bed. His grip tightened on a sharp turn before he shook his head, landing his gaze on me. The way his eyes reflected the lights on the street made me want to stare at them forever, almost like stars.

“Have to celebrate with you” His soft smile made my heart leap like it was our first date all over again. I could only smile back feeling my cheeks warm up thankful for the most part it was dimmed.

We got to the hotel and walked together to the side entrance trying our best not to be noticed. We successfully got into the elevator and went to where my room was. What I spotted next made me stop in my tracks.

My dad was leaning against the door staring (more like glaring) at us who were now holding pinkies. My hand quickly dropped and I could feel my own heart drop before speeding up.

“Dad-“

“Not another word. I saw the pictures. I can’t believe I almost believed you when you said you two were just friends” He scoffed at his own actions, looking away for just a second.

“Sir I-“

“You can not have a word in this. You have-“

“Dad, you can not to him or me that way. I love you, but you have to understand that I have to make my decisions and live my own life. Stop trying to keep me hidden, whether you like it or not. I am in a relationship with Carlos. I am sorry you had to find out without me telling you, trust me when I say that I wanted to tell you myself” He stood quiet for a moment, looking between the two of us as I stood closer.

“Y/n I gave you a simple rule” His stare softened at my pleading eyes. “But, it’s already happened, and while I am not a fan of how I found out. I can’t do anything but accept it”

“Thank you,” I said giving him a hug to which he tightly wrapped his arms around me giving me a small kiss on my head. We let go of each other and the two of them gave each other a nod before he left. I shrugged “That wasn’t that hard”

“I need a drink of water”

#carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz #f1 fandom #f1 reader #f1 x you #f1 #toto wolff #ferrari

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linahopeeeee · 1 year

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Kiss me like you mean it

ღ stepbro!Nagi x blk!reader

ღ warnings: stepcest, smut, kissing, fingering, oral, vaginal sex, mentions of shower sex. i think thats all. lmk if i missed something!

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When your mom told you she was getting married and the two of you would be moving in with her fiancé and his son you were furious.

How dare she take you away from the only place you’ve ever called home? And to live with a man she’s barely known for a year?

It didn’t matter how much you cried and begged because two weeks later all of your belongings were being placed on the back of a moving truck and taken to the other side of the city.

You ignored your mom the entire drive to your new home. Headphones on full blast as you lean your head against the window, watching as your home gets further away as the miles pass by.

The outside of your new house was freakishly big, the multi car garage bigger than your old house, and your positive you saw a pool.

The inside was just what you’d expect, large bright lights hand above your head when you walk through the front door. Two large staircases on either side of the walls.

You walk further into the house where the kitchen is and you mouth practically hits the floor. The kitchen was something out of a dream, everything was spotless and looked far too expensive to be real.

Your soon to be step father offers to show you around, taking his time to let you get familiar with your new home. The very end of the house tour leads you to your bedroom, where you’re left alone to get yourself unpacked.

You set your bag on the dresser, looking around the room.

A bed sits in the middle of the room, bigger than any bed you’ve ever seen before and your positive you might sink into the middle with how soft it is.

There’s a large flatscreen tv mounted to the wall, along with a large dresser and matching nightstands.

There’s a walk in closet to your left filled with clothes that just so happen to be your size.

Your mom told you that her fiancé was going to buy you a couple of outfits as a form of a welcoming gift and to apologize for how sudden all of this has been.

‘This must what rich people consider to be a few” you say looking through some of the clothes. You had to admit that some of them were cute and you may or may not wear one or two of the pieces.

You walk out of the closet and into your personal bathroom, hand sliding down the soft pink towels as you admire the large walk in shower.

Right as your walking back into the bedroom there’s a knock on the door.

“Come in” you call out softly, figuring it was your mom, as you walk over to where you put your purse, grabbing your phone out.

“Uh dad told me to come introduce myself, and to see if you had any allergies for dinner” a deep voice asks “I’m Nagi”

Your head snaps up as you come face to face with your step brother.

Luckily, he’s staring down at his phone, so he misses the way your eyes widen as you take in his features.

He’s tall, like really tall, white hair and grey eyes. There’s something about the almost bored look on his face that makes your heart race.

“I’m y/n” you say after a moment of silence “and nope no allergies”

There’s something about your voice that manages to pull Nagi away from his phone. His eyes find your and you’re quick to look away, reaching for your bag as you randomly pull something out to occupy yourself.

Nagi watches you for a couple of seconds before he’s clearing his throat “alright well I’ll see you around y/n”

There’s something about the way your name falls off his tongue that sends a chill down your spine.

The first week was hard, your mom spent most of her time at work or preparing for the wedding, and you don’t have any friends here.

So you spend most of your time locked in your room, trying find things to occupy your time. Most days you just end up turning on your playlist and looking through all the expensive clothes in your closet.

You debate going to find Nagi but everytime you’ve seen him the past couple of days he seems to be ignoring you, leaving the room when you walk in or outright ignoring your questions.

So you stay in your room, watching a new show on Netflix until you hear your stomach growling.

You head to the kitchen to find a snack, sitting on one of the stools near the island as you eat your yogurt.

“Hey” someone says from behind you. You turn to find Nagi, he’s dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and a white hoodie.

“Hi” you say quietly as you go back to eating your yogurt.

“I was thinking about going to play soccer with a couple of my friends wanna come? You don’t have to play if you don’t want to, you can just sit and watch with the others”

That’s how you ended up walking side by side with Nagi in the direction of a park a few blocks away, the walk is silent, the only sounds are Nagi’s phone every so often when one of his friends send him a message and your heart that’s about to beat out of your chest.

You ended up sitting with a couple of girls, talking and laughing as they fill you in about everything that goes on.

You end the night with four new contacts in your phone, and your cheeks hurt from how much you were smiling.

It’s been a couple of months since you and your mom moved it and things haven’t been completely horrible . Your new step dad is nice, and he even gave you your own debit card with a promise to add more money whenever you run out so your not complaining, you called the card to see how much money was on there and you don’t think you’d be able to spend that much money all year.

However, Nagi was a different story. You couldn’t tell if the guy liked you or if he hated your guts. He’ll go from ignoring you completely, it’s like you don’t even exist to him at times, to clinging to you as if you were his lifeline. Today seems to be clingy Nagi.

The two of you are in your room, lounging on your bed with Nagi’s head resting in your lap, every so often one of his hands will come up to rub soft circles on your thigh.

He’s playing one of his many phone games and you were scrolling through your socials trying to force the ache in your core to go away.

You have to force your thighs not to clench together whenever his hand travels closer and closer to where you like imagine him being.

You shake your head softly to rid yourself of the thoughts of Nagi’s head between your legs, tongue lapping at your cunt.

“You ok?” Nagi questions, eyebrow raised in concern, his hand moving away from your legs.

“Yep” you force out, faking a stretch to get Nagi off of you. He rolls over to the other side of the bed and your quick to stand, groaning loudly as your stretch.

Nagi’s eyes are glued to the little bit of skin that pokes out from under your shirt, the sight of your bra peaking out has him biting down on his lip until he taste metal.

“I’m bored, wanna play soccer?”

Nagi has been teaching you how to play soccer, well he tried to teach you but you didn’t really listen to the rules, instead choosing to just kick the ball around.

The sound of your laughing as you faked left was enough to make Nagi forget all about the rules, instead he let you do your own thing, even if it was just randomly running around the field and trying to sneak the ball away from him each chance you got.

Nagi gets the ball and begins running it around the field, showing off some of his crazy dribbling moves, you running towards him.

He goes to the right but the two of you end up colliding, both falling to the floor.

You eyes are shut tightly as you expect to painfully make contact with the ground, confit when you feel yourself land on something soft.

One of your eyes peak open, glancing down at what you landed on. Your eyes widen when you see the position your in.

Your legs are straddling Nagi’s thighs, his hands are tightly gripping your hips to help you remain steady. Nagi stares back at you, mouth parted slightly.

You don’t know what possessed you to do what you did next but neither you nor Nagi is going to complain.

Your lips are on his in an instant, but he doesn’t kiss back. Instead he stares at you wide eyed, body frozen and unable to move.

You pull away with a squeak, mumbling out apology after apology as you lift yourself off of him.

Nagi opens his mouth to say something, but you’re running off in the direction of the house before he has the chance to speak.

He calls after you but your steps don’t falter, within seconds your too far away for him to see you.

Fuck, he can’t believe that just happened. He’s wanted nothing more than to feel the softness of your lips against his and when he finally gets the chance he freezes up?

He lets his head fall back into the grass roughly. He lays on the ground for a while, trying to think of a way to apologize, let you know that it wasn’t that he didn’t want to kiss you its just his brain malfunctioned and he probably wouldn’t have been able to keep himself from ripping the thin material of your shorts and pounding into your cunt right here on this very field.

He feared that your relationship would go back to how it was in the beginning and he didn’t want that. He liked how close the two of you got, the way you went from shying away in his presence to allowing him to lay his head in your lap, your pretty pussy just inches away from his head.

Nagi’s hands come up to slap himself on the head to try and force away the dirty thoughts that attempt to cloud his brain.

Now is not the time for him to be thinking about how pretty you’d look underneath him, legs spread as he works you open, tongue swirling around your brown puffy nipple as your walls clench down around his fingers.

He groans as his dick twitches in his pants. It took him much longer than he anticipated to walk back to the house, he had to wait until his boner went away before he could face you.

He knocks on your door, waiting quietly for you to answer.

He knocks again when no reply comes.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. Can we talk?” there’s nothing but silence on your end and Nagi takes that as his answer. He slowly walks away from your bedroom door and towards his bedroom.

Its been two days since the kiss and you and Nagi haven’t talked at all and its driving him crazy. You wouldn’t even talk to him during breakfast when both of your parents asked why the sudden tension. You both would remain silent, looking anywhere but at each other.

After breakfast you quickly head to your room, closing and locking the door behind you.

A couple minutes later there’s a knock on your door. You ignore it, knowing it was nobody but Nagi, attention going back down to the phone in your hand.

“y/n, please. At least hear me out and then if you want to go back to ignoring me you can” you can hear the sadness in his voice and your heart breaks.

Without a word you stand and unlock the door, not bothering to open it before your sitting back on your bed, feigning interest in something on your phone

Your eyes flick over to the door as it slowly opens, Nagi’s white hair comes into view, and you quickly look back down at your phone.

Nagi sits down at the end of your bed, hand smoothing out the blanket as he tries to get his words in order.

“I’m sorry y/n” he starts “I wanna start by saying that I did want to kiss you, it’s just it all happened so suddenly that I wasn’t ready, I froze up and that made you think that I didn’t want to.

I’ve wanted to kiss you since the first time I walked into your room to introduce myself and you smiled at me but I didn’t want to scare you off, so instead I ignored you. I figured if I acted like you didn’t exist then I wouldn’t fall for you, but then I did.

I realized that being around you made me and and I wanted to be around you constantly. I wanted to be the reason you smiled. I wanted to be the one who gets to hold your hand and tell you that I love you.

But i thought you’d think that I was weird since were siblings-”

“-step siblings” you cut him off

He smiles “step siblings”

“Well you could’ve told me that” you say picking at a loose string on your pants “I couldn’t tell if you hated me or loved me. One day we were cuddling in bed watching movies and eating popcorn, the next you were treating me like I was a complete stranger.

That hurt Nagi, not knowing what I did to make you ignore me only for you to turn around and constantly be around me for the next week until you had one of your weird mood swings again. I wanted to kiss you too that day, I could barely look you in your eye”

“I’m sorry” the way he said it was so sincere. “I promise I’ll never ignore you again.” He moves over to where you're sitting on your bed and takes your face between his hands.

"kiss me again, but this time kiss me like you mean it" you breathe out.

He stares into your eyes for a couple of seconds before connecting his lips to yours, your lips move instantly. The kiss was everything you knew it would be.

Nagi groans against your lips, moving you until your back made contact with your mattress. He lets his hands rest on either side of your head, lips still moving roughly against yours.

Your legs wrap around his waist, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. You can feel his erection poking against your core and begin grinding yourself up against him.

“I want you” you whisper softly, pulling away for air.

In record time your shirt and bra and been taken off and flung somewhere in the room, Nagi’s mouth closes around your brown pebbled bud, sucking and licking.

“Fuck N-Nagi!” You gasp when one of his hands make contact with your puffy clit over your shorts. His fingers slip past the material and swipes over your slit, collecting the slick that’s already started to drip from you.

Nagi releases your nipple with a pop! He takes your shorts and panties off with one quick motion, before kissing his way down your body.

He places a soft kiss on your clit before sucking it into his mouth. A loud moan slips past your lips, luckily your parents have already left for work so you don’t have to worry about them overhearing you.

“Fuck, Nagi feels s’good”

“You sound so pretty when you moan out my name” he says against your cunt. His face is shiny with your slick.

He uses one of his fingers to probe at your entrance, tongue still swirling around your clit. He pumps his digit in and out of you at a quick pace before adding another one, then another.

Three fingers are pumping in and out of your slick walls, curling them every so often to rub that soft spot that has your toes curling, smirking to himself when as you whimper softly.

“Fuck Nagi, gonna cum” you cry out when you feel that familiar tightening in your stomach. He has to force himself away from your pussy, he knew from the first swipe of his tongue through your puffy folds that he could live with his head between your legs, he could survive by just the taste of you on his tongue. You whine out at the sudden loss of contact, opening your eyes to look at him.

He quickly pulls his shirt over his head, pushing his pants and boxers off and onto the floor below him. He repositions himself between your legs.

He swipes the tip through your folds, collecting the slick that’s already started to drip out of you. The first stretch of his cock is almost enough to make you scream, the feeling of being split open on his cock has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He starts off slow, letting your walls adjust to his size. Deep, slow thrusts that allow you to feel every drag of his cock against your gummy walls.

“Faster” you moan out and who is Nagi to not give his baby exactly what she wants?

His pace quickens, the sound of his hips connecting with yours is like music to your ears, bouncing off the wall in the most lewd way.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” He thrust deeper and deeper with each word that falls from his lips, your nails clawing at his back as a series of moans leave you, each one louder than the last.

Nagi brings his hand down to your cunt, rubbing fast circles on your clit. He knows he’s close and he wants the two of you to cum together.

“Gonna cum for me baby?” He questions, as he angle his hips in a way that has the tip of his dick hitting that your soft spot with each thrust.

You nod repeatedly, moaning out Nagi’s name like a mantra.

“Cum for me then” he says and that’s all it takes for your walls to clamp down tightly around him. He pulls himself out at the last minute, spurts of cum landing on your stomach.

The two of you stay there for a couple of minutes, letting your orgasms past and your breathing to return to normal.

Minutes later your back is being pushed against the wall of the shower, Nagi’s teeth grazing your neck as your hand pumps up and down his length.

You have to force him out of your shower so that you can actually clean yourself before your parents get home, washing away the sweat and the smell of sex that lingers on your skin.

That night at dinner you and Nagi were closer than every and your parents couldn’t be happier.

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nipple piercings??? ISEUL GOT NIPPLE PIERCINGS?? WHAT WAS HER PARENTS REACTION CUZ I WOULD HAVE FAINTED IF MY DAUGHTER GOT NIPPLE PIERCINGS

“Oh my god, let me see them! Did it hurt?” Ye Seol giggles as she urges Iseul to raise her crop top, which she shakes her head before lifting it, revealing the pretty heart piercings, and then quickly covering herself again. “Yes, like a motherfucker. Don’t tell my parents though, they’ll literally beat my ass,” Iseul nervously giggles as the girls' eyes widen. “They don’t know?” Hana gasps, making Iseul feel worse for lying to her parents. Iseul had brought it up to her mom since she didn’t really want to talk about getting her nipples pierced with her dad. Her mom obviously said no, and Iseul, being Iseul, did not care and did it anyway—she was eighteen anyway, so why not?

“Y/N is going to kill you, Seul,” Nari shakes her head. “Do we just know, or?” Ye Seol asks Iseul, who’s running a hand through her beautifully done long locks. “Ye Joon, he took me to get them done,” Seul bites her lip nervously as Nari shakes her head disapprovingly. “Why would he let you do that? You’re going to get in so much trouble, Seul. I’m already imagining what your mom and dad would say,” she says, which earns her a pillow thrown at her by her twin.

“Stop making Iseul feel bad. She already got them, she can’t do anything about it anymore, so stop making her feel bad,” Ye Seol tells her sister, who rolls her eyes. “I wouldn’t trust Ye Joon with that information. He literally can’t keep a secret to save his life—he accidentally snitched when Jae and that one girl were fucking in your bathroom,” Hana brings up, making Iseul cringe, remembering the shit show that broke out in her house. “Well, it’s been months. He definitely changed,” Iseul says confidently.

Never. Fucking. Mind.

Ye joons eyes widened the moment the words left his mouth, “did the piercings heal?” He asked before realizing his mistake. Everyone was in the living room talking about random stuff that had happened in the pasts days— but no other than iseuls babbler mouth boyfriend sits down beside her and Jae dropping the question nonchalantly before he could stop it. Iseul’s heart dropped to her ass, as she watches her dad shoot up an eyebrow and her mom sending her a glare, since she hasn’t noticed any new piercing that was noticeable to the eyes.

“What piercing?” Jungkook asks taking a sip of his wine. A small nervous chuckle leaves iseuls mouth shooting a death glare at her cousin who’s silently apologizing. “Um, next topic!” Iseul immediately says which gets everyone’s attention, her cousins mentally face palmed.

“What piercings Jeon iseul.” Y/n says, her voice dropping a bit more making it scary. Before Iseul knew her mom was up from her seat next to her dad and marching to her. Y/n got iseul by her arm and pulled her to one of the guest rooms. Jungkook looked around confused before standing up and making his way where his wife and daughter are in.

“You got a fucking nipple piercing Iseul are you serious?” Y/n gasps as she stares at the piercings anger clear in her voice and face. “Take them out right now iseul.” Y/n points shaking her head, her hands rubs over her face with a loud sigh. “You’re so grounded,” y/n mummers. Iseul had never gotten grounded before and to be getting grounded at the age of eighteen was the stupidest thing— in her mind— but again she did go against her moms approval so maybe she did need to be grounded. Guilt started flowing through Iseul as she nods sadly not wanting to argue with her mom, one: her mom was already angry as fuck, two: she hated arguing with her mom.

“I’m sorry I just really wanted them and I’m legal age mom.” Iseul softly says, before y/n could reply a soft knock is heard from the other side of the door.

“Who?” Iseuls mom says, “me can I come in.” Jungkook says from outside the door. “Come in.” Y/n sighs watching her husband come in, his arm immediately wraps around his wife waist like if it was second nature. “What’s wrong?” Iseuls dad asks, worried clear on his face as he rubbed his hand behind his wife’s back to calm her down— “go ahead tell him.” Y/n nudges her head to the side pointing to her husband as Iseul sighs. “I got nipple piercings.” Iseul cringed.

“Excuse me what?” Jungkooks eyes widened shaking his head in disbelief making sure he heard right. “I got nipple piercings” Iseul repeats as Jungkook stares at her dumbfounded, his jaw on the floor as he hears his only daughter say whatever bullshit he just heard.

“Why oh my god.” Jungkook cringes not even wanting to image, his nose scrunched up. “Cause I wanted them.” Iseul says which got her a glare from her mom. Iseul was grounded, and by grounded they meant not paying for her phone bill and taking away her going out privileges, in her parents defense she was still in highschool and living in their house.

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✯Malevolent PT. 2✯

Black!reader

pt: 1

Summary: Turns out I'm living in a horror film Where I'm both the killer and the final girl. So who, who are you?

In the small town of Somerville Massachusetts, a bloodbath is brewing, and Y/N Lyoncourt is in the middle of it.

games played with cell phones, gruesome murders, and scary movies

how will she survive?

Warnings: swearing, stalking, gore, stabbing, knives, mentions of blood as well as organs. death, murder. read at your own risk.

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Y/n groans as she checks the time on her laptop.

10:15 pm

She removes her glasses, throwing them on her desk before she leans over, rubbing her eyes in exhaustion. She’s had two weeks to write this paper and somehow she managed to wait until the day before to write the paper.

She’s tired but she needs to get it done or her dad will be on her ass. Figuring she will take a little break, she pushes herself away from her desk, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.

A sound from outside catches her attention, making her peek an eye open and look at her window. It’s pitch black outside and she only manages to see the tree outside her window. Figuring it was a lone branch scraping the window, she turned back towards her desk. She pops her AirPods in and goes back to writing her paper.

As the voices of Paramore fills her ears, she fails to see her window opening. “So when I caught myself, I had to stop myself,” she sings softly, bopping her head.

Two boys begin to climb through the open window, smiling to themselves as they hear her singing. Their feet land softly on the cherry wood flooring of her room.

They look at eachother and silently come to an agreement.

The youngest of the two slowly inches forward, his eyes set on the brown-skinned girl. He stands directly behind her, looking down at her hunched-over figure. He looks back at the other boy who has a wide grin on his face.

He looks back down at the girl and quickly grabs her shoulders. The girl screams in fright, jumping out of her seat only to hit her knee on the desk.

She snatches her AirPods out and turns around to see her two bestfriends laughing at her.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” She exclaims as she rubs her now bruised knee. Her heart is beating fast, feeling like it’s going to shoot out of her chest. Both boys laugh at her fright, finding humor in the way she reacted. She rolls her eyes and turns her chair back to her desk. She hears shuffling before her hair is gently yanked back, making her look up. An upside down version of Matt comes into view, grinning down at her. He allows his hands to lightly run over her face, “we’re sorry pretty girl. Just wanted to mess with you.” He explains softly.

She smiles a bit at the pet name.

Matt is suddenly pushed to the side and her chair is turned around once again. “What are you working on ma?” Chris asks,

“I was working on my paper until you two showed up and started being gremlins.” She states as she crosses both her legs and arms. Their eyes dart down to her breasts which are now pushed up even more, before looking back at her face.

“What are you two even doing here anyway?” She asks.

“We were watching tv and the craft came on.”

“We couldn’t help but think of you, so we came over.”

She notices the way both boys are looking at her and she becomes nervous. It’s no secret that the trio has a bit of a love triangle going on.

“Aww, how sweet-“ she coos sarcastically before attempting to go back to her paper.

Hint word: attempting.

Chris pulls her chair back before lifting her up and throwing her onto the bed. “Chris! I have to fin-Shut up and lay down.” He demands as he pushes her down on the bed, lying next to her.

He pulls her close, his right hand laying on the cusp of her ass, rubbing soft circles with his thumb.

She can’t help but relax in his hold, feeling the stress leave her body as he comforts her. Her eyes slowly begin to close, but she fights her sleep to say one more thing,

“Matt?”

The boy quietly makes his way over to the bed, lying down behind her. He allows his arm to drape over her stomach as he nuzzles his face into her neck. He inhales deeply and closes his eyes in satisfaction.

Cherries and vanilla.

He could tell she used both the perfume and lotion him and Chris bought her for Christmas.

He begins to plant small kisses along her neck as she falls into a deep sleep. Chris watches with hungry eyes before he plants a soft and simple kiss to her forehead.

“Get some sleep ma.”

Y/n wakes up with a groan, already tired of the day to come. She sits up expecting to see her boys fast asleep in her bed, but to her dismay, they’re gone.

She looks toward her window and sees that it’s closed, a clear signal that they left the two-story home and went to their own. She jumps hearing her 5:30 alarm going off. While sluggishly rising to her feet, she begins to get ready.

Each morning since she was 13, she would wake up early and run. It was therapeutic for her, being able to quite literally run away from her problems.

She exits her home, dressed in black leggings, a blue hoodie she probably stole from Chris, and her gym shoes. She throws on her headphones and takes off.

The soles of her feet pound against the ground as she goes through her usual route.

She soon arrives at the town square, giving a brief wave to the few shop owners getting ready to start their day. She stops running when she gets to the pond.

She loves this pond. It’s where she met her boys.

With a brief thought of the past, she goes back to her jog.

She arrives back home, her adrenaline pumping. She goes through the rest of her routine, moving quickly.

She goes to grab her laptop but stops when she sees a sticky note on the screen.

Try not to procrastinate anymore pretty girl

;) Matt

She quickly goes to her essay document and smiles seeing that it’s done. Her body warms thinking of Matt finishing the paper for her. She closes the laptop and shoves it in her bag before running down the stairs.

She makes her usual breakfast consisting of a mini bagel with strawberry creme cheese and walks out of her house to wait for the bus.

She hops off the bus and starts walking to the front of the school only to stop.

Multiple cop cars and news vans take up the street. Reporters on the front lawn as cops stand around, their hands perched on their waists as if they were waiting for some kind of threat.

“God, can you believe it?” Y/n turns to her bestfriend Buddy.

“What the hell happened?” She asks as they begin to walk towards the school. “You didn’t hear?”

“Clearly not if I’m asking!” Buddy rolls her eyes, “Kehlani Summers and Dylan Holmes were murdered last night.”

Y/n stops walking and looks at Buddy in shock.

“What?!” Her brows are furrowed in confusion. Buddy nods and keeps walking. Before they can make it to the gate, her name is being called.

The familiar voice makes her hands clench.

Denise Jones.

The reporter that has made her life hell.

She begrudgingly turns around, a glare on her face. “What do you want Denise?” Denise smiles at her, however it’s not a friendly smile. It’s a smile that lets you know she’s up to no good.

“I just want to check up on you. This whole fiasco has to be bringing up memories of your mother’s passing!”

Y/n takes a step forward, “shut your mouth Denise!”

“Calm down Y/n I’m just being empathetic. However, I am curious. An innocent man is sitting in jail while the real killer is still out there, how does that make you feel?”

Y/n puts her lips in a thin line as her anger rises. She is about 5 seconds away from socking Denise in her mouth.

“He killed my mother…He deserves to be in jail!”

“But he didn’t Y/n. I’m sorry to put it in harsh words but your mother was no Virgin Mary. She slept around. Maybe it was one of her other rendezvous that murd-”

Fuck it

Y/n cocks her arm back and swings on the reporter. Buddy cackles seeing her bestfriend sending the reporter flying back.

“You little bi-ladies!” Their heads snap towards the authoritative voice.

Deputy Holland.

AKA: Buddy’s cousin.

“Denise why don’t you go powder your face and stop harassing Miss Lyoncourt.” He suggests, more like demands. The reporter sends Y/n one last look before walking away to handle her bloody nose.

“Y/n?” She turns to Deputy Holland, preparing to be scolded. “How are you doing with all of this? I just want to make sure you’re ok.”

He rests a hand on her shoulder, but it inches closer to the back of her neck. She feels weird about it and steps away.

“I’m fine…let’s go Buddy.” She grabs the taller girl's hand and rushes inside the building.

“Your cousin is fucking weird bro…” Buddy agrees before they stop at their lockers. As they grab the items they need, a pair of hands wrap around Y/n’s torso.

“Good morning pretty girl.” She smiles hearing Matt’s voice, all the previous anger leaving her body. He nuzzles his face into her neck, pulling her tightly against him.

“Did you get my note?” He asks her softly, his face brushing against hers, his scruff tickling her.

She turns around and leans against her locker, his arms still wrapped around her waist. “I did. Thank you for finishing the paper for me, you didn’t have to do that.” She expresses. Matt squeezes her sides gently, “But I wanted to. I could tell you were stressed out about it.” She pulls him into a hug and kisses his cheek.

“Where’s my kiss?” Chris asks as he walks up, a cold Pepsi in hand. “Did you write her paper? No.” Chris scoffs and pushes Matt to the side, pulling the girl into him. “I think I deserve a kiss. I finished my paper a week ago."

She rolls her eyes at Chris’s words. Knowing he obviously feels left out, she kisses his cheek. “There, now stop bickering.” Chris smiles and kisses her forehead.

The bell rings and they all go their separate ways.

Y/n takes her seat in the back of the class next to Nick. He smiles and turns to her. “Did you hear about Kehlani and Dylan? Shit's crazy.” She nods in agreement. “I can’t believe it honestly. I mean, she was a bitch and he was an ass, but I didn’t think anyone would kill them.” She whispers softly. Nick shrugs and leans back in his seat, “Oh well…I heard they are going to be calling people into the principal's office to see if any of us did it, and also see how we are doing.” The girl sighs.

“It’s going to be a long day.” She mumbles as the teacher walks in.

Midway through the class, her name is called to go to the office. She grabs her stuff and walks to the office.

“Take a seat Y/n” principle Garrison says. She eyes the two officers, one being Deputy Holland, as she takes a seat.

“How are you doing Y/n? I know all of this might be-“The principal waves his hands around trying to express his words. “I guess I’m fine?” She states not exactly knowing what to say. “Good. We just wanted to make sure you’re ok. This whole thing can be very traumatic considering what you went through.” She purses her lips and awkwardly looks away.

“So Y/n, what were you doing last night?”

“I was at home attempting to finish my essay for Mr. Richardsons class.”

The other officer writes something down on his notepad. “Do you have anyone to back that up?” Deputy Holland questions.

“Matt and Chris Sturniolo.” She answers.

Deputy Holland furrows his brows, “Both boys were with you last night? Isn’t your father out of town?” She fights the urge to roll her eyes at his words.

“Ok and?”

“I’m just saying, you shouldn’t be alone with two twin boys while your father is gone.” She knows what he’s hinting at and it wouldn’t be too far off.

It’s no secret to most people in Somerville that the trio had a bit of a love triangle going on.

However, she couldn’t help but be irritated by his words. “ok well you aren’t my dad. They came over and they talked with me as I finished my essay. So that’s my alibi. Can I go now? Thanks.” She stands up and walks out of the office before either adult can say anything.

It’s lunchtime now and she’s sitting at the fountain in between Chris’s legs as he lays down. Across from her sits Matt, Nick, Buddy, and Nathan.

"Why the hell would they ask if you like to hunt? We live in Boston!" Buddy exclaims as she pops a chip in her mouth. Matt shrugs and begins to rub Y/n's leg.

"It's because they were gutted."

Y/n's eyes dart to Matt in confusion, she didn't hear anything about them being gutted and the school has been buzzing with rumors all day. "They didn't ask me if I like to hunt," Nick states.

"Yeah because you're gay dumbass," Chris grunts as Y/n elbows his crotch. Her eyes widen and she begins to spew apologies. He sits up, his chest now pressed against her back, "You can kiss it better, and i'll forgive you." A mischievous smile decorated his face.

The girl quickly turns around, her face hot in inhibition. Chris chuckles, his chest vibrating against her as he rests his head on her shoulder. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her even closer to him.

"Ok well, they didn't ask me if I like to hunt!" Buddy exclaims. It's almost as if she's annoyed she wasn't asked the gruesome question. "Yeah, because there's no way a girl could have killed them." Nate finally speaks.

"That's sexist! A girl could have done it! What's that new movie that just came out? Pearl!" Y/n scoffs at the mention of the movie.

"That's a horrible movie! She wanted to be a star so she killed her family! Clearly, this is not the reason those two were killed." Buddy huffs in annoyance, crossing her arms.

"Kehlani and Dylan were completely gutted! I'm talking hallowed out. it takes a man to do that." Matt mutters.

"Or a man's mentality" Y/n hums. Matt turns to her, a lopsisded smirk on his face. Buddy smacks her lips, "How do you even gut someone?

''You take a knife and go from groin to sternum" Nate states as if it's the most obvious thing. Y/n shivers thinking of her late mother, who unfortunately met the same fate. Chris and Matt quickly notice, their eyes burning holes into Nate's head.

"What? She asked!" he motions to Buddy. Chris gently kicks him in the shoulder, "It's called tact fuckface." Nate rolls his eyes before shooting a small look of empathy toward Y/n. She returns it before trying to relax back into Chris.

The group falls into a swift silence, the only sound coming from the other people around them. Nate suddenly speaks again, "Remember in jaws when the one guy thought they caught the right shark, and when they tore it open, it was just filled with random shit and white milky goo?"

it's Matt's turn to hit him. Nate quickly grabs his head and looks at Matt in shock, "Ow! What the hell was that for man?"

"like Chris said, shut the hell up!"

"Hey Y/n? Didn't you get into a fight with Lani like a week ago?" everyone turns to Buddy as if she grew two heads. "Yeah?" The girl is taken aback at the random question.

"I pulled her away before it got bad."

"No, I pulled her away!"

Chris and Matt begin to bicker as the two girls hold a stare-down. "Are the police aware of that altercation?" Y/n squints at Buddy, trying to decipher what she's hinting at.

"What are you trying to say, that she did it?" Nate questions. Matt and Chris turn back to the conversation at hand. "I'm not the fucking killer." She spits in irritation.

She can't believe Buddy would even fix her mouth to hint at that.

"Y/n was with me last night." Matt states, his hand gripping her leg a bit more tightly. "yeah, she was." Chris adds on.

Buddys scoffs and crosses her arms, "Was that before or after she sliced them up?"

Before Y/n can yell at the girl, Nick speaks up. "And where were you last night Buddy?"

"I was at work."

Chris tilts his head, "Work? I thought the library would have fired your big mouth by now."

"Fuck you bozo! Where were you last night?" She quips back.

He pecks Y/n's cheek before turning back to Buddy, "with her last night." Now Buddy is confused. "You were all with each other last night?"

"Yes! So shut the fuck up about me being the killer!" it's clear the girl was more than irritated at the accusation. "Like Nate said, it takes a man to do something like that anyway." Nick begins to imitate Nate. "I'm gonna punch you in the gut." the two boys begin to play fight.

"I heard you put her liver in the mailbox," Buddy says, a devious look in her eyes.

Y/n clenches her fists.

"I think she's getting mad Buddy, maybe you should liver-alone!" Nate cracks up at his own joke. Fed up with the talk of her possibly being the killer, Y/n storms off, leaving her group behind.

Chris and Matt glare at both Nate and Buddy, "What? it was just a joke!"

"Watch your fucking mouths." Chris spits.

The boys jog off after their friend.

The school day is coming to an end and Y/n is walking towards the bus, nose deep in her phone. She's so entranced by whatever she's reading, she doesn't see Buddy walking next to her.

"So you're going to ignore me?" Y/n snaps her head up at the sudden voice. Seeing it's Buddy she rolls her eyes and starts walking faster. Buddy catches up and holds her arm, "Hey, stop for a second!"

"What do you want?" Buddy sighs at Y/n's obvious annoyance.

"I wanted to apologize for earlier... that wasn't cool of me. I shouldn't have accused you of killing anyone. I don't even know why I did it. I'm really sorry." Y/n stares at Buddy silently, obviously still pissed about the whole encounter.

"Ok listen, when I get off of work, how about I pick you up with food and ice cream and we watch Hereditary? We can even watch it in the dark!" Y/n can tell Buddy is doing her best to make up for her accusations, even going as far as to face her fear of the dark for her.

"fine, I want a case of Dr. Pepper too."

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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dad!Steve Harrington x fem!reader [880 words]

Steve knew how tired you were due to the fact that you didn’t stir when Margot cried out at two am.

Steve was woken by the soft wail, the sounds of his daughter snuffling and he groaned at the early morning hour, the blue shadows and the nip of the colder air outside of the duvet. He fumbled on the bedside table for his glasses, not daring to turn on a light for fear of disturbing you and he managed to press a quick kiss to your bare shoulder before his feet hit the carpet.

His little girl was in a puddle of rumpled sheets in her bed, looking tinier than normal now she was out of her crib. Steve cooed softly as he stepped into her room, the glow of her night light making the room soft shades of lilac and aquamarine, tiny whales and clouds spinning gently around the ceiling.

“Oh, baby,” Steve hushed, “s’wrong, huh?”

Margot looked up at him with a wobbly bottom lip, eyes doe like and damp, the same colour as yours and it made Steve melt. Her curly hair was a little wild from where she’d slept and her baby-grow was a rosy pink that matched her flushed face.

“Bad,” she mumbled tiredly, tiny hands swiping at her pudgy cheeks before she lifted them to her dad, asking to be held.

At two and a half years old, Margot was able to convey most emotions through words without tears and tantrums - on a good day, that is. But with learning how to sleep without being squished between Steve and you, and the late hour, your baby struggled to say more than a few words between sniffling.

“Bad?” Steve repeated softly, kneeling down to gather his little girl to his chest, “did you have a bad dream, honey?”

Margot nodded, pouting even when she pressed her face to Steve’s neck, cheeks damp and warm to the touch. She clung to her dad's shirt, one hand hooked to the collar and the other grabbing a little roughly at his hair, a source of comfort for her since she’d been a tiny thing.

“Monsters,” she whispered clumsily, voice thick with tears, “under my bed.”

“Ohh, no, baby,” Steve held her a little tighter, a big hand cradling the back of her head as he stood up and walked slowly around the room. “No, no, see? No monsters here.”

Margot whined anyway, pressing closer to her dad and she mumbled nonsense when Steve tried to show her the lights and shapes that spun slowly around the walls. Half an hour later and Steve was still pacing, his eyes heavy and tired as Margot babbled to herself, her head on his shoulder and her chubby hands clapping together, slapping at Steve’s neck and pulling at his hair.

“Margot, c’mon honey, aren’t you tired?” Steve groaned, rubbing his nose to his daughter's cheek. “You fall asleep when your mommy does this, this is favouritism, you little gremlin.”

Unfortunately, all that Margot took from that was:

“Mommy?”

Steve closed his eyes, groaning and silently cursing himself for being so stupid. He smoothed a hand over the little girl's back and tried bouncing her gently once more, a soft up and down rock against his chest.

“Mommy.”

Steve sighed and smiled, unable to help it when Margot pulled back from the cradle of his arms, small hands grabbing and squishing at his cheeks, her own showing off two tiny dimples when she smiled toothily.

She prodded at him like play dough, fingers clumsily pulling at his bottom lip and Steve huffed out a quiet laugh, pretending to bite at his daughter's little fingers.

“You wanna see mommy, huh?

Margot hummed and nodded happily, pressing a kiss to the boy’s nose that was more gums and drool than lips. But Steve grinned all the same, chest aching at the affection.

So, quiet as he could, Steve walked the dark hallway back to your shared bedroom, hushing Margot softly as she squealed at the shape of you under the quilt. The mattress dipped and you mumbled sleepily as Steve slipped back into his side of the bed, your feet seeking him out even half asleep, cold toes pressed to his shins.

Margot grumbled and did her best to wiggle out of her dad's arms, ignoring his quiet protests as she pulled her little body on top of yours, baby-grow covered feet pushed to your tummy as she mumbled ‘wake up, mommy,’ over and over.

So you did, smiling even half asleep, ‘cause your baby gave you the same treatment she gave her dad, small hands pushing at your cheeks so she could grace you with clumsy, open mouth kisses.

“Oh, thank you baby,” you whispered between a yawn, humming contentedly when Steve leaned over to push his fingers through your hair fondly. “We havin’ a sleepover, huh?”

“We had a bad dream,” Steve whispered in response, grunting when Margot jumped from your arms onto his chest, enticing a small ‘oof,’ which only made her laugh.

“I see we’re better now,” you grinned.

“Little gremlin,” Steve said fondly, bundling Margot between you both until she curled a tiny fist into his shirt sleeve and rubbed her thumb over the cotton, yawning against your cheek.

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welldonebeca · 9 months

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The Triplets (3)

Summary: Lizzie moves in with her favourite honorary Uncle, Beau, to find work in a big city, and starts sharing a house with him and his other two twins brothers. The triplets - Dean, Ben and Beau - couldn't be more different and more similar at the same time. One thing they all share? Well, they all want to fuck her, of course. Pairing: Ben "Soldier Boy" x Lizzie (OC), Beau Arlen x Lizzie (OC), Dean Winchester x Lizzie (OC). Warnings: Emotional hurt/comfort. Alcohol. Fluff. Quiet sex. Size difference. Size kink. Virginity loss. Virginity kink. Oral sex.

Lizzie didn’t leave her room after that, even skipping dinner.

She had almost fucked Ben right there!

What was wrong with her? Was she really gonna throw away her virginity like that? To the first guy to kiss her in the middle of the corridor, where anyone could find them?!

But the way he kissed her…

His lips were so soft and his beard rubbed against her face…

She had made herself cum for an hour straight before falling asleep, and now it was past midnight and she couldn’t sleep.

Lizzie was hungry, embarrassed and horny, a horrible combination.

So she listened and listened for any movement outside, and put on a baggy shirt over her panties, walking out in bare feet. Everyone was asleep, thank goodness.

Maybe there were leftovers in the fridge.

Instead of food, though, she found a six-pack, cool and taunting her.

Food be damned, she needed a good buzz.

She pulled it out and went to the living room, opening a can a nursing it while looking for the remote, so she could flip through channels, watching a random game show mindlessly.

“What are you doing?” she heard all of a sudden.

Lizzie jumped, nearly falling down the couch.

Oh my God, she was sitting all spread, her clothes were a mess, had he seen anything?

She quickly grabbed a pillow and covered her thighs.

“Sorry,” Dean approached her quickly. “Are you alright?”

She blushed, embarrassed, and nodded quickly.

“Yes,” she confirmed. “I’m just… watching TV.”

Dean nodded stiffly.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m fine,” she insisted. “I just got … thirsty”

Dean’s eyes darted to the beer in her hand, but nodded, a little more relaxed.

“Right,” he agreed. “Thirsty.”

She flushed, looking away, and Dean sat down by her side.

“Look,” he spoke softly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude to you.”

Lizzie blinked, confused.

“What?”

“The way I talked,” he explained. “I’m not good with people sometimes. I can be an asshole.”

Oh, right. She remembered that now.

She had forgotten it after Ben put his tongue inside her mouth.

“It’s alright,” she insisted.

Dean just shook his head.

“I know I upset you,” he insisted. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you were just looking at the car.”

Lizzie moved, a little unsure.

“It’s a nice car,” she mumbled. “I understand you being protective of it.”

Dean smiled, relaxing.

“It was my dad’s,” he told her. “Don’t tell the guys, but I’m pretty sure we were made in that car.”

She snorted a laugh, surprised.

“Really?”

He shrugged.

“We might,” he elbowed her playfully. “I like to think I was the first and the other two are a corrupted version of me, you know? From the whole copying process.”

That made her laugh out loud, which Dean seemed to like.

“It’s why I have a different name,” he told her. “They thought they were having twins, so dad suggested Benjamin and Beaumont. I came out first, I was Benjamin, then Ben came and he was Beaumont.”

She nodded and he then chuckled.

“But then,” he raised a finger. “Beau came out. And they realised we were triplets. So, they did a reshuffle of the names. Ben became Benjamin, Beau became Beaumont, and I became Dean, because I’m the oldest, and mum wanted to pay homage to her mother.”

That was… messy.

“Let’s just say I got teased a lot for being named after grandma Deanna,” he sighed. “But I was her favourite, anyway.”

She giggled, but frowned a little, resting her head on the couch, a little buzzed.

“I wish I knew more about my mum,” she confessed, lips a little loose.

Dean’s face softened.

“What happened?” he asked.

Lizzie sipped her beer for a moment and sighed.

“She got sick when I was a kid,” she told him. “And… well, you know.”

Died.

He frowned.

“I didn’t know you had lost your mother.”

She smiled sadly, looking at him.

“Dad tried to work on his own with me, but then he remarried,” she told him. “It’s his wife that you have met.”

Dean hummed along.

“And I guess you don’t like her, then,” he supposed.

Lizzie clicked her tongue.

“Nope,” she agreed with him. “Not at all.”

She started to drink more at the thought, and dean follows along with her, picking one of the cans and drinking along.

“I get it,” he told her. “My mom died first, and I felt like I had to fill her shoes. I practically did.”

Lizzie rested her head on his shoulder slowly, and Dean reached for her free hand, giving it a squeeze, a soft comfort without the need of explaining themselves.

“Thanks for talking with me...” she sighed, a little slow on her lips. “I think you’re the first person who’s ever gotten it.”

He looked at her, lips parted, and she looked at him.

Lizzie really didn’t know who broke their stare, but in a minute his lips were in hers and he was kissing her hungrily.

It was different from the way Ben had kissed her.

Dean kissed her softly, giving her space, but desperately, as if he needed her to survive.

“Lizzie,” he sighed, a hand of his moving around her waist to pull her closer.

He moved her slowly, until she was laying on the couch with him on top of her, and Lizzie push her hand under his clothes, pushing his shirt up.

Dean pulled away for a moment,

“We should-” he looked at her. “Lizzie, we’re drunk.”

“No we’re not,” she shook her head, kissing his lips again.

Dean kissed her lips back eagerly.

“Fuck me,” she whimpered. “Please, Dean.”

Dean closed his eyes, resting his head on her shoulder, and pushed her shirt up, pulling it over her head.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he kissed her neck. “Just be quiet for me, alright? Can’t let them hear you.”

She nodded, and he looked down at her body with a smirk on his lips.

“Such cute little tits,” he cooed, kissing the middle of her chest.

Lizzie squirmed, flushing and feeling her cunt warm and wet.

“Dean,” she whined.

“So cute,” he praised her, and licked her nipple. “You’re such a cute little thing, aren’t you, Lizzie?”

She whimpered, trying to pull his shirt up.

“I wanna see you too,” she pleaded.

Dean sat back, pulling his shirt and tossing it down to the floor near them.

He looked a little softer than Ben, less chiselled, but strong nonetheless.

He kissed the way down her body and then up again, kissing her lips, and she felt him moving over her.

“Hey,” he pulled back suddenly. “When was the last time you got tested?”

She blinked, a little confused.

Tested.

“How long has it been since you last had sex?” he asked.

Lizzie opened and closed her mouth.

She could lie.

Lying was easy.

“It’s… been a while,” she squeaked. “I’m clean.”

Dean squinted a little.

“How long?” he asked.

She bit her lower lip, and he raised his chin slowly before kissing down her neck.

“Are you a little virgin, little Miss?” he bit her earlobe.

Lizzie squirmed, blushing, and whined when he put a hand between her legs.

“Is this why your cunt is so wet just by my kisses?” he pulled her panties aside, pushing his finger between her folds.

“Yes,” she squeaked, unable to keep the lie to herself.

His hand squeezed her more and Dean pulled away, looking at her with a darkened gaze.

She was shocked when he tore her panties.

“They are my favourite!” Lizzie protested.

“I’ll buy you more,” Dean pinched her clit, making her moan and jump. “I’ll buy you a ton more.”

He kissed her to shut her up before kissing down her neck.

Then her chest.

Down to her stomach.

And then her pussy.

“Dean?” she asked, unsure.

He looked up at her and simply stuck out his tongue, licking her folds from her entrance to her clit.

“Let me prep you, little thing,” he hummed. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it good.”

She nodded, holding back a whimper, and Dean smirked.

“Be quiet, we don’t want the whole house to hear you.”

He licked her hungrily, and Lizzie had to grab a pillow to muffle her moans.

“So fucking sweet,” he grunted.

He licked and sucked her clit, pushing two fingers into her cunt and spreading them.

His fingers feel so thick, bigger than any toy she’s used, but she was always afraid about putting stuff inside her. It always hurt.

But Dean didn’t.

Her eyes nearly crossed when she arched her hips to his lips, flooded with pleasure.

“Dean,” she pressed the pillow to her mouth. “Please.”

He squeezed her hips tighter, devouring her.

Fuck, she was going to cum.

She was so loose and tipsy she couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to.

Lizzie came with little whimpers and crying, squirming under him.

Dean crawled up her body while she was still shaking a little, and kissed her lips hungrily again, making her taste her own wetness as his cock nudged between her folds.

“Look at me,” he whispered into her lips.

She obeyed, looking at his face, and Dean was gazing deeply at her face.

"Are you sure?" he asked softly. "We can stop if you want to."

His eyes were so sweet. Dean was so sweet.

“I want you, Dean,” she told him. “I am sure.”

Dean smiled and kissed her lips again, moving a hand down to between her legs, and she felt his cock nudging into her entrance.

He pushed into her slowly moving his nose over hers as he did, biting her lower lip and holding her tight.

It was new.

He was big.

Very big.

Large, stretching her, like nothing had ever done before.

Dean moved closer to her and pushed his face into the crook of her neck as she gripped his shoulder, trying not to make any sound, but Lizzie squealed anyway when he moved his hand to play with her clit, rubbing it tightly.

“Good girl,” he grunted. “Taking my cock so sweetly, all wet for me.”

“Dean,” she whined.

He moved his hips shallowly, rubbing and rubbing, not even moving much, nearly just humping her.

“Wanna feel you cum,” he grunted into her neck. “Sweet little virgin, all needy for me.”

She moaned more, trembling under him, sensitive.

“Gonna eat your pussy every day,” he grunted into her neck. “Devour your little cunt.”

Lizzie closed her eyes, covering her mouth with a hand, near another orgasm. Ben had kissed her stupid earlier, and Dean was finishing the job by fucking her dumb.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” he grunted into her ear. “Cum for me and I’ll cum in you, I’ll fill you up and make that virgin cunt all messy.”

“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, Dean.”

His lazy thrusts became faster and harder, and Lizzie came again just as he started slamming into her cunt so hard she knew she would be a little bruised later.

Suddenly, he stopped and moaned into her neck, and he came, throbbing in her and filling her in a strange way.

Lizzie was already sleepy when he stopped, and Dean nearly slumped against her before turning her around and laying her on his body.

“Good girl,” Dean squeezed her, cock still in her and hands holding her tight, like he was afraid to let her go. “Just mine.”

. . .

"The Triplets" was posted on Patreon on January 2023. To read it now before anyone else and read the sequels "The Livestream (Ben x Lizzie)", "patience is a virtue (Dean x Lizzie)" and "the pictures (Beau x Lizzie)", subscribe to my page! It's just $2 a month and it helps a lot.

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thecreelhouse · 4 months

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part time soulmate, full time problem

Paring: Gator Tillman x Alt Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns) || MDNI!

Summary: Gator’s sleep deprived but dead set on setting up that goddamn air mattress, which the two of you use for anything but sleeping.

Word count: 4.2k+

CW/Tags: language, mutual masturbation, oral sex/face riding (fem receiving), soft switch (both Gator and Reader), praise kink, dirty talk, brief anal play, squirting, brief body image/self esteem issues, tooth rotting fluff, orgasm induced syncope (i am so sorry lmfao), sleepy confessions, gator being a lovable idiot

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A/N: hi y’all!! thanks for all the kind words in the tags and replies about this series!! I’m glad others are enjoying this, bc I’ve been having lots of fun writing this. This chapter is kinda silly and a bit of a filler, but hopefully it still keeps y’all fellow sluts happy and entertained :’) <3

Day 6

It’s one in the morning, and you’re still awake. So is Gator. And the two of you are delirious at this point, running on broken sleep schedules.

The two of you were bundled back up in the coziest sleep clothes while the fireplace burned on and illuminated the room in a soft, warm glow. Gator blew up the air mattress like he suggested, but you were skeptical about the idea.

“We’re gonna end up on the floor by sunrise.” You warn with a yawn, side eyeing the mattress with arms crossed. “These things never stay inflated.”

“No, no, look, this one’s high quality, okay?” Gator insists, slapping the mattress as the air pump raises it from the collapsed state it was just in. “This thing doesn’t deflate, I swear.”

“Didn’t you say that when we went camping in middle school?” You argue with the memory fresh in your mind. “We ended up on the ground and the tent leaked from the storm, so we got all soggy and sad.”

Gator snorts at the memory, “Yeah, but if we did sleeping bags we still woulda’ got wet.”

“This isn’t the same mattress, is it?”

“Wh— no!” Gator grumbles, focused on closing the entrance for air before it begins leaking. “Look, look how big it is! Now that,” Gator slaps the top of the mattress one more time before grinning at you, “That’s a firm mattress. That thing means business.”

You’re giggling at his enthusiasm. “You sound like a dad that found a deal on an air mattress at the hiking store.”

“You just can’t appreciate a good mattress.” Gator’s totally more delirious than you at this point, with less sleep in his system than you. “Look, watch, are you watching?”

“Gator, I am literally staring at you, what the fuck else should I do? Throw my eyeballs at you?”

“This won’t deflate. Seriously, watch me, I’ll show you,” Gator jumps onto the air mattress like a child would, and he’s right, it doesn’t deflate. It does, however, bounce him back into the air and onto the hardwood floor.

You gasp, but can’t hold back more giggles. “Are you- oh my god- Gator that was so fucking—“

He’s face down on the floor, cutting you off with one hand raising in the air, flipping the bird.

“You did this to yourself, Tillman.” The laughter continues, but you move to his side, glancing down at the exhausted heap his body landed on the floor into. “You want some ice?”

Gator turns his head to the side but doesn’t move otherwise, “Yeah… maybe. That might be a good idea.”

“Okay, there’s plenty outside,” You tease as you sit on the bed, bouncing a little yourself. At least you’re still on the bed. Gator pushes himself up from the floor, shooting an unamused glare your way.

“Yeah, yeah. Look, it’s still inflated. Told you!” He’s a little too excited about this damn air mattress.

“Gator you definitely need to sleep,” You tug at his legs after he’s back on his feet. “C’mon, maybe if you lay down like a normal human being, you won’t get hurt again.”

Surprisingly, he’s got no marks on his face despite launching in the air and falling flat onto the floor.

Your arms loosely loop around his legs, trying to gently tug him onto the bed; his arms mirror yours, pulling your face closer to him. He’s not aware of where your face is, he’s too tired to think clearly. You, however, are very aware.

“Gator, if you want me to blow you, you could just ask.” You’re teasing him, but he lets go, laughing nervously.

“I- that wasn’t intentional, I swear.” He’s in a fit of sleepy laughter now, and it’s contagious, making you join in. “I was just huggin’ you back, I promise!”

“Uh-huh, sure.” You taunt as you move over, mocking Gator by slapping the mattress like he did moments ago. “Are you getting on this damn bed or not?” Gator narrows his gaze at you before sitting down slowly, as if it’s your fault he fell.

“What if I told you I hurt my dick when I fell?” Gator asks, trying to keep a straight face. His eyes are bloodshot, and the circles under his eyes are dark. “What then? Huh? Ice can’t fix that, y’know.”

You roll your eyes before swinging a pillow at him playfully. “Well, I ain’t no doctor. You’re shit outta luck.” Dramatically, he falls over on the bed, frowning while clutching his chest.

“I can’t believe you’d betray me like that.”

“Gator, what happened to watchin’ more movies?”

“An emergency happened! It’s not like you can really plan for those.”

You snicker, “Do I look like an ambulance?”

“No, but y’look like an angel that should be saving my life.”

Eyes rolling, you say, “Hey, Gator?”

He rolls over to get closer to you, head laying in your lap as your legs are criss-crossed. “Yeah?” He looks up at you, grinning like a sleepy idiot.

“Go. To. Sleep.”

His smile flips into a ridiculous frown. “Why? I like bein’ up with you.”

“Because I can tell just how exhausted you are by talking so sweet right now.” You gently move him off your lap before settling under the fluffy blankets piled around the two of you. Gator follows suit, grabbing your waist as soon as he’s under the covers.

“Surprised you ain’t takin’ advantage of that.”

“Listen, I’m not complaining, but you need sleep way more than anything right now.”

“M’fine! I probably could stay up ‘til sunrise.”

“Gator.”

“Fine, fine!” He glowers at you before shutting his eyes. “Fun sucker.”

He falls silent, and the only sounds around the two of you are the fireplace crackling, the wind continuing to brutally howl outside, and the soft breaths between the two of you. You watch Gator for a bit, and he seems to be relaxing, falling into a steady pattern of breaths.

That was fast.

As soon as your own eyes start to shut, though, Gator breaks the silence, groaning, “I can’t sleep like this.” You were so close to falling asleep; your eyes open, glaring at Gator.

Irritated, you still humor his thoughts; your brows knit together, confused, “Like what?” His hand clumsily grabs yours, leading it down to the length growing under his sweats. Your eyes are wide now; you’re definitely awake again.

“Like this,” His eyes flutter closed as he lazily bucks into your palm, making himself shudder a sigh out. “Please, baby.”

You’d be a liar if you tried to deny how attractive he is while he’s so needy.

“Again, you did it to yourself.” You’re trying not to automatically give in, but the way he looks so pathetic and cute at once is hard to ignore.

He ruts against your hand, whining when you don’t return the friction and pressure he craves. You pretend to start to fall back asleep, while Gator still searches for satisfaction from his actions against your palm.

“You’re terrible at faking bein’ asleep, darlin’.” He’s trying to sound composed, but his words just come out breathy and desperate, instead.

“And you’re terrible at going 24 hours without being as horny as a teenager.” You murmur, keeping your eyes shut. While he keeps moving, you can feel a damp spot forming on the fabric. It’s taking everything within you to ignore that, too. “Your dick’s gonna fall off if you don’t leave it alone.”

“If I wasn’t so tired, you’d be over my knee already for being a brat.”

“See, you admit it! You’re tired! Now, go the fuck to sleep.”

Gator doesn’t listen, pulling his sweats down and moving your hand so you can really feel him. “Can’t. Need you, darlin’,” is all he breathes out.

Pulling back, you sit up, leaning on your arm, watching disappointment cover Gator’s face. “You want to get off?” His face lights up immediately.

“Yeah, yes, I need it,” He’s palming himself now, growing more agitated the longer he goes without relief.

“Alright. Show me.” Gator’s confused, so you elaborate. “Show me how you get off.”

“Me? I have to do it?”

“You don’t have to, but you’re not getting off any other way.”

Gator’s mouth drops as he glares at you, insulted. “But I’m so tired.”

Shrugging, you lay back down. “Oh well, not my problem.”

“Well, actually, you stole the blankets from me, and that kept me up, so—“

“And?”

“You owe me.”

“I don’t owe you shit, Tillman.” You’re quick to respond. “You’ve got two options: show me how you touch yourself, or sleep. Your call.”

Gator huffs, frustrated, before pushing his sweats down his legs completely, kicking them off the side of the bed. “You’re the worst,” he grumbles, hand wrapping around his length; he’s a swollen, leaking mess. The tip of his cock is red with need as precum pulses out.

“You gonna be okay without a sock, baby?” You pout at him mockingly. “You might make a mess.”

His hand speeds up as he arches into his own touch. “Shut up about the fucking—“

You lean over him, spitting onto his cock and hand around it. He stops to watch you in awe before breaking his trance to spread the saliva over himself.

“That make it easier?” You continue mocking him. Gator grits his teeth, hand moving with ease against his skin. You grab his face, forcing him to look at you. “Answer me.”

Those two words seem to make Gator’s brain melt; they’re not special, but the tone you give him hits a weak spot somewhere within him.

“Y- yeah, it does.” He sighs as he continues jerking himself off. You move back a little before removing your own pants, touching yourself lazily in front of him. Gator throws his head back on the pillow, unable to take his eyes off of you. “We could be doing this together, y’know. Isn’t easier to just fuck instead?”

Your fingers slide up and down your slit, gathering arousal before pushing two fingers into yourself at once. You gasp at the sensation of stretching your own walls out. It’s not as good as Gator using his hands, mouth, or cock, but it’s enough for right now.

“You haven’t earned it yet.”

Gator’s eyes roll back in his head as he picks up the pace on himself. His back arches again, off of the bed as he whines. “Fucking fuck—“ his face is red, embarrassed that you’re making him work for his own release. “How the fuck do I earn it then?”

“Not sure.” You giggle, and he glares at you. “Guess we can figure it out along the way.”

His eyes dart back and forth between the hand between your legs, now toying with your clit, and the taunting smirk you’re shooting his way.

“Need you.”

“I know, you told me already.” Every time you mock, dismiss, or belittle him, his hips stutter, and his breath shudders, but he tries to hide it. “It’s okay, Gator, it’s hard to keep your thoughts together like this, isn’t it?”

Gator shakes his head, free hand reaching out for you. You pull back, but he’s faster, grabbing your leg, digging his nails into your skin. “No, I need you.”

“You already said that, babe.”

“Fuck— just fucking sit on my face. That’s what I need. Please?” He sounds so hot and bothered like this. “I owe you, you didn’t get off last time, darlin’.”

Your face heats up at his words, suddenly growing shy. “Won’t I- uh-“ You’re trying to find your words without embarrassing yourself, so you just shake your head ‘no’ instead.

“Why not?” Gator whines, grip still tight on you. Your own actions along your folds stop, and you pull your hand away from your core. Gator slows his own hand, noticing the way your mood shifts. “Hey, what’s up?”

“What if I hurt you?” You motion to your legs and hips, plush with curves and softness.

Gator sits up, letting his grip on himself go, focusing on you.

“You kiddin’? There’s no way you would.” Gator tries reassuring you, ignoring the way his cock twitches after he stopped stroking himself. “Plus, on the off chance you did hurt me, I’d think it’d be an honor to have my neck snapped by a pretty girl like you.”

You snort at his sentiment. “You’re definitely sleep deprived sayin’ some shit like that.”

He reaches out, hand cradling the side of your face; you instantly lean into his touch, tension leaving your body. “Sleep deprived or not, it’s true.”

Your face gravitates towards his as you giggle, “You’re corny.”

“And you’re a sucker for that.” Gator’s voice drops low while his thumb wanders to your lips, eyes quick to follow and linger, too. You nod, watching his expression as he toys with your bottom lip. “I’d still love to make ya’ feel good, if you’re comfortable with it, darlin’. But we can go to sleep if you’d rather that.”

“Oh now you want to sleep.” You tease, and it earns an eye roll from Gator. “If we do… you’ll promise to tell me if I hurt you, right? Like you can tell me to stop, I don’t want you to feel like—“

Gator cuts you off with a kiss; his lips languidly move against yours, coaxing your lips to part, letting him in with ease. His tongue melds with yours, earning a whimper from you; his reaction is a smirk and a breathy laugh into you before biting on your bottom lip, slowly pulling on it before releasing his hold on you.

“Use me to feel good, darlin’.” He whispers as your noses still touch, lips just centimeters apart. Your breath hitches in the back of your throat. “I promise you can finish this time.”

“Oh, how generous of you,” You deadpan, pushing his chest gently so he falls back onto the pillow. He reaches out to you, hands grabbing whatever he can touch. “Promise you’ll tell me to stop if you’re not okay?”

Gator nods intently, tired eyes wide with desire. You pause for a moment, hesitant.

Fuck it.

As you clamber up Gator’s body, he assists you faster by hooking his arms around your legs, pushing them from the back. You yelp at the sudden push, only making him smirk. You’re hovering above him, about to lower yourself, when concern for his pleasure hits you. “What about you, though?”

Ignoring your question, his arms move to hook under your thighs, hands finding your backside, kneading the soft swell of your ass. “Hey, darlin’?”

You’re dizzy from his touch. “Hm?”

“Shut up already.” He swiftly pulls you down to his mouth, and on contact you’re beginning to see stars. The noises that erupt from the two of you are obscene and loud; you’re immediately grateful there’s no neighbors around his house.

You’re frantically searching for something to hold onto; air mattresses don’t come with a bed frame, unfortunately. You look down at Gator, who’s already looking up at you, and the eye contact makes the knot in your lower tummy tighten with want. Your hands tangle into his hair, tugging softly.

“C’mon, you can pull harder than that.” Gator murmurs into your folds, deliberately taking his time tasting you. “You did a few days ago, remember?”

The morning you found his porn searches flashes in your mind, along with pinning him down to his bed after he caught you, pulling on his hair as you taunted him.

“Uh-huh,” you breathe, eyes fluttering shut. Your fingers weave and wind through his hair before tugging harder, earning a deep groan from him, vibrating into you from below.

“That’s it, darlin’.” He’s praising you in between sucking on your clit. “Just like that.”

Your hips start rolling, but you force yourself to stop, worried it’s too much for him. Gator notices, reminding you, “You don’t gotta to hold back. I can take it.”

Your thighs instinctively try to close, but you stop yourself from doing that, too. Gator pushes on your thighs, closing in towards his head anyway.

“You’ve got no idea how many times I dreamt about bein’ between these legs,” Gator softly nips at your clit, and you cry out, head falling back. “Got no idea how many times I wished it was you riding my face when it was someone else.”

“Gator…” You’re tensing up as you keen, pulling roughly on his hair now. He spanks you, earning a shaky yelp from your lips. “Th— you’ve— god.”

“No one’s tasted as sweet as you, baby.” He tongue fucks you, and you lose it, all concerns and doubts vanishing into thin air; you begin really riding his face, and he’s taking it with pride. “Can’t believe you’re this fucked out already.”

Your whole body is burning up; you hastily tear your shirt over your head and throw it aside, hand leaving his hair to start grabbing yourself. You barely begin groping yourself before Gator unhooks an arm to reach up and shove your hand away. You’re about to whine out, annoyed, but he immediately replaces your touch, teasing your body. “Let me do the work, darlin’.” His other hand follows suit, fingers tweaking and pinching your nipples, causing you to grind down on his face.

Gator alternates between his tongue, lips, and nose to keep the pleasure building within you. The combination as you continue riding him makes your legs begin to shake.

“You better not be cummin’ yet,” He warns as his tongue swirls around your clit, sucking it again while his strong hands continue to fondle your tits. “I just started playin’ with ya’.”

“Ye- yeah but what about you?”

“This is more than enough for me.” He quickly answers before delving back into your centre, tongue teasing your entrance again. One hand comes back down, but as he hooks it under your leg again, he lightly touches and circles your tight, puckered hole. You jump, not expecting the sensation, but you moan, thighs tightening around Gator’s head again. “Can I play with ya’ back here sometime, darlin’?”

You nod quickly as your hips work faster. Gator chuckles into your core while his fingers swipe through your folds briefly, collecting arousal to spread onto your tight ring, making his touch even more sinful.

“Gator, please…”

“Anyone ever eat ya’ here, too?” The filth of his words and casual tone make your eyes roll back into your head. “Need an answer, darlin’. Wanna learn everything about you, pretty girl.”

You can only think of one response, “I’m- I’m close,” You whimper, lightheaded from all the teasing and stimulation. “Gator— Gator, please, I—“

His arms move back to where they first started, hands on your body, guiding you along roughly on his face as your hips stutter their movements.

His tongue works in tandem with his mouth’s suction before murmuring, “Make it count, princess.”

The encouragement is enough to send you over the edge; you started this seeing stars, but now you’re surrounded by the entire fucking galaxy. Legs shaking, you’re involuntarily grinding harder onto Gator’s face. He doesn’t stop his meticulous actions, even when you nearly put him into a death grip with your thighs. Your head lolls back, mouth falling open in a silent cry before a moan fills the empty space. You’re screaming his name, followed by an incoherent chain of noises and babbling, mind melting from the intense pleasure.

“There ya’ go, darlin’.” His praise earns another wave of noises. You’re unable to tell until it hits you like lightning; another orgasm floods through you, causing you to squirt. You’re too engulfed in your second climax to realize how horrified you’d probably be, squirting on Gator, but he moans into you loudly, hips flexing up into the open air before his own legs shake wildly. Despite it all, he’s somehow able to continue praising you. “That’s it, such a good girl. My good girl.”

Your eyes cross, vision tunneling before everything goes dark. You don’t even hear yourself make the loudest cry you’ve made so far since being snowed in.

——

“Hey, c’mon, get up baby.”

Your head feels floaty, eyes softly opening while you try blinking away the blurriness. Everything comes into focus around you; you look up to see Gator gazing down at you, worried. You’re resting on the bed, head laying in his lap.

“Jesus, you scared me.” He runs a hand through your hair, pushing it out of your face. You’re a mess, soaked, sweaty, and finally coming to.

“Gator?”

“M’here, I got ya’.” Relief replaces his worried expression as you wake up more. “It was only a minute, but might’ve been the longest minute of my life.”

“Whaddya mean?” You slur, breath calm, slow and steady now. “Are you okay?”

“Me? Can you worry about yourself for once?” He’s lighthearted in his words, but he means it. “Are you okay?”

You’re silent for a moment, reaching up with tingling hands to rub your eyes. “I think I found God in that last orgasm.”

Gator can’t help the laugh that leaves his lips, despite trying to stifle it. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Uh-huh,” you breathe, continuing to become more aware of your surroundings.

Gator’s here. You’re on the air mattress. The one he insisted the two of you sleep on tonight. Everything’s okay. It just made you—

You look down, realizing how soaked you are. The pillow Gator laid on earlier and the surrounding area of the mattress are wet, too.

Fuck. Not again.

“This is so fucking embarrassing.” You grumble, sitting up fast, but your vision tilts, and Gator can tell you’re still dizzy.

“C’mere, give yourself a bit to get up.” He pulls you into his lap, but you squirm, even more embarrassed. “Darlin’, what’s goin’ on?”

“M’all gross, don’t let me sit on you—“ You stop, studying his face. To your horror, his face, not even just the bottom half, is damp, and you know exactly why. “Oh my god. I- fuck. I’m so sorry. Oh my god, this is so fuckin’ humiliating.”

Gator uses the back of his arm to wipe his face crudely, but he’s smiling. “Wish you’d stop apologizin’ for this, because it’s so fuckin’ hot.”

You cover your face with your hands, shaking your head. “Here I was worried I’d crush ya’, but instead I just— I can’t even say it.”

“Squirted?”

“Gator.”

“Why’s that so bad?” He’s sincerely asking, but his tongue swiping along his bottom lip isn’t making this easier to accept. “It felt good, yeah?”

Slowly, you nod, but you’re embarrassed to admit it. You look away from him, but your gaze lands on the damp spot on his sweats. You figure he put them back on after you passed out, but it takes a second to realize he came on himself, and didn’t clean up before checking on you.

Something about that, despite being gross, is really sweet.

“Gator, did you touch yourself?”

“Huh?” He looks down, blushing as he notices the spot, too. “Oh, uh, no. My hands were on you, baby. It just kinda happened watchin’ you cum again. Swear it’s not from watchin’ you pass out.”

You giggle, “I figured, since you didn’t even clean yourself. Fuckin’ A, Gator. We just cleaned up like two hours ago.”

He shrugs, still grinning. “I’ll grab somethin’ to clean ya’, wait here.”

“No way, I’m coming with you, and we’re sleeping upstairs. I’m not laying on this bed that I soaked half of.” You cringe at your last sentence.

“Alright, fair point. I’m gonna put the fire out, then we can head upstairs, okay?”

It’s only a minute or so before the fire’s extinguished, and Gator’s helping you up, guiding you safely to the stairs.

“Hey, darlin’?” He’s a few steps ahead, turning on the bathroom light and grabbing towels for the both of you.

“What’s up?”

“…. Can I use that face wash of yours?”

———

“Have you ever passed out before while you cum?”

Gator’s voice is raspy, exhausted, and he’s wrapped around you in his bed. You offered yours this time, but the two of you remembered he’s the one with blackout curtains, not you.

You quietly respond with just “No.” with your head ducked in towards his chest. The two of you are naked again, it’s just easier at this point. “M’sorry that happened.”

“What do I gotta do to convince you that ya’ got nothin’ to be sorry for?” He asks, kissing the top of your head. “Stuff happens out of our control, it’s okay.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t want to scare you like that. I think the combination of everything happening and being sleep deprived caused it— wait. Gator? Why the fuck are we still awake?”

“Because we’re both idiots.” He chuckles, eyes growing heavy. “Did you drink enough water? I can get ya’ some more.”

You shake your head, “No, thank you, though. I can’t get over how nice you are when you’re not being a total douche.”

“There were definitely nicer ways to word that, y’know.”

You ignore his quip, half asleep. “Thank you, Gator. Wouldn’t wanna be an idiot with anyone else other than you.” In seconds, you’re dozing off, falling into a steady breathing pattern in Gator’s arms.

As you fall asleep, you don’t hear Gator murmur, “Thank you for givin’ me another chance, darlin’.”

#gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x y/n #gator tillman x fem!reader #my fics #part time soulmate full time problem #gator tillman smut #sorry this took so long!! i was having issues with tumblr lol but who’s surprised

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vintagepresley · 10 months

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My Happiness

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 4,897

Warnings: None really. Mentions of postpartum depression, reader has a bit of a break down. But other than that mostly fluffy and cute!

Author's Notes: Hi besties. I've been loving dad!Elvis lately and just wanted to finish this fic and get it out. This is a little flashback to when Ada was only a few weeks old and seeing how the reader and Elvis are dealing with being new parents. I hope you enjoy it! Possible spelling errors. (P.S. I’m aware these photos are from 68’ and obviously don’t match his look in 1970, but I needed pics of him with baby, lol.)

March 8th, 1970

It had been two weeks since you’ve been in the hospital because you had refused to leave Ada alone, who had to stay so the doctors could make sure she was okay because of her being born so soon and the doctor was finally discharging her. Elvis couldn’t be happier but he was still so worried and concerned about you and your well being. You were doing a little better whenever you got be with Ada, but there were still days where you weren’t yourself mentally. He was doing his best to tend to you and make sure you were okay. He wanted to cancel the rest of his shows at the international to be with his family, but the colonel was not happy about that and made a deal with Elvis that if he performed at least five shows he’d be allowed to cancel the rest. Elvis, feeling like he had no choice, agreed. He certainly wasn’t going to leave you with the responsibility of caring for the baby on your own, so he rented a bus just like the old days and planned to drive to Vegas from California just in case you needed to stop to get anything for the baby and to make things easier for the two of you.

Your mother had gone out and bought some diapers, onesies and a few other things for the baby to last for your small trip to Vegas until you got home. As the guys took some of your things out to the bus, you were getting Ada changed and dressed in her little onesie. She was only two weeks old and so tiny and slept all the time that you tried to be careful not to wake her. Elvis stood beside you, watching with a smile as Ada wiggled a little. You felt Elvis slip his arms around you and you gave him a small smile. Elvis pressed a kiss to your cheek as his chin rested on your shoulder and he stared down at the little baby you both created.

“I can’t believe I had a hand in makin’ this beautiful baby.” he mumbled.

You smiled at his words.

“And she’s absolutely perfect.” you whispered. Elvis nodded in agreement giving your cheek another soft kiss.

“Can you get her little blanket for me, honey?” you asked, pointing to the chair that had some of her things.

“Course, baby.” He walked over to the chair and grabbed her blanket, handing it to you and you smiled, laying it on the bed and then carefully lifting her up in your arms and laying her on the blanket and then you swaddled her in it and took her into your arms, cradling her. She cooed softly as her little head moved side to side and her eyes stayed closed. Despite how awful you felt physically and mentally she was able to make all that go away in an instant as you stared down at her in awe. Elvis came over and leaned down to kiss her forehead as he stared down at her with the same look, he still couldn’t believe he was a daddy. You looked up at Elvis and smiled at him seeing how in love he was with his little girl. He looked at you with a smile and leaned over to press a kiss to your lips and you kissed him back softly.

“There’s probably gonna be some press outside, Little. The guys will make sure they won’t get too close.” he whispered.

You let out a soft sigh because you hated how you looked right now and the last thing you wanted was your picture taken. “Will you take her while I get changed and put some makeup on? I-I don’t look good enough for pictures.” you hummed.

“Are you kiddin’? You’re beautiful, honey!” he said softly.

“You’re sweet. But I don’t look or feel beautiful. I’ll be right back..” you sighed, carefully handing Ada to him. Elvis was still a little nervous whenever he held her because of how tiny she is but he cradled her protectively in his arms and he let out a soft sigh as he watched you grab your bag and head into the bathroom. He felt terrible because he wasn’t sure what to do to help you. But he knew the doctor said the postpartum depression would eventually pass. As he waited for you he sat down and gently rocked Ada in his arms and he looked down at her, smiling. He gently brushed his index finger along her cheek and she cooed softly.

“I can’t wait to get you home to Memphis. Daddy got your room all ready for you, yittle.” he whispered.

While in the bathroom you quickly showered and searched through the bag of clothes your mother brought for you. You rolled your eyes because she packed a bunch of dresses for you and you weren’t sure how they would look. You picked the cute floral sundress with spaghetti straps and sash belt around the middle. When you got the dress on you grabbed the little pink sweater that went with it and slipped it on and you paired it with some white flats. You then brushed your hair out and decided to leave it down and then you grabbed your makeup case and put on mascara, blush, and a light shade of pink lipstick. You took one look at yourself not particularly liking what you saw but you gathered your things and headed out of the bathroom to see Elvis rocking Ada in his arms and humming softly to her. That brought a smile to your face seeing him being so sweet with her. But Elvis had an even bigger smile on his face when he saw you. You were a vision to him and so beautiful that he didn’t even say a word.

You noticed him staring at you and you took it as if something was wrong and you looked down at yourself and then back at him. “What? Do I look funny?” you said with a hint of insecurity in your voice.

He furrowed his brow and shook his head.

“Hell no... You look absolutely beautiful. You always do, Little.” he said softly.

Even though you felt the complete opposite of that you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing at his words. You were lucky to have a husband as sweet as him and who found you beautiful no matter what. “Thank you, honey.” you hummed as you gathered up your things and packed them away into your bag and then made sure Ada had everything in her diaper bag. “I can take her if you want to get the bags, honey.” you whispered. Elvis nodded and slowly got up from his seat and he brought Ada over to you and carefully placed her into your arms and you smiled down at her as she let out a tiny yawn. You giggled softly to yourself. “She yawns just like her daddy.” you beamed.

Elvis laughed and leaned down to kiss her forehead before he grabbed the bags. “Are my girls ready to go?” he smiled. You nodded at his words, taking a deep breath and knowing you had nothing to worry about because the guys were more than good at keeping people from getting too close when Elvis needed it. Elvis smiled and gestured for you to lead the way and you began to walk out the room where Jerry and Sonny had met you at the door and the rest of the guys had gone ahead where a few members of the press were waiting and ready to get a glimpse of baby Ada.

You glanced back to see Elvis right behind you. He gave you a smile. “It’s gonna be okay, Little.” he whispered to you. You nodded and peered down at the sleeping baby in your arms, hoping that they wouldn’t take too many pictures of her. As you all stepped outside the cameras started snapping and they were all chattering away and trying to get close. You allowed them to get a few pictures of her before covering her face with the blanket and the guys hurried the two of you into the big bus and Elvis hurried behind you with the bags in and the rest of the guys followed. You let out a sharp exhale and uncovered Ada’s face and now she was awake and beginning to whine.

“Aw, hi baby, did all that noise wake you? Hm? It’s okay.” you said in a soft baby voice, leaning down to kiss her cheek and you headed to the bedroom in the back with her.

Usually Elvis would drive the bus but he wanted to spend time with his girls and when he heard Ada’s soft whines he made Lamar drive and as the guys were settling in and Lamar was navigating them out of the hospital parking lot, Elvis took the diaper bag and headed back to the two of you. “Is she okay?” he asked worriedly.

“She’s fine. Say I’m fine, daddy.” you said in a baby voice, giggling softly as you soothed her and got her little whines to stop. Elvis beamed proudly, seeing how easy motherhood came to you. He sat beside you on the bed, staring down at Ada who’s eyes were now wide open.

“Hi, yittle.” he beamed, brushing his fingers lightly against her cheek. You smiled and kissed his cheek.

“I’m going to lay down with her for a bit. Will you join us?” you hummed, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

Elvis nodded with a grin.

“I’d love to, baby.” he smiled. The both of you got up and you carefully placed Ada in the middle of the bed and she cooed softly. You and Elvis slipped your shoes off and climbed into bed beside the tiny baby and you turned to lay on your side, smiling at Elvis as he faced you. You carefully unwrapped the blanket around Ada that you swaddled her in and now her little feet were kicking back and forth and you kissed her cheek. Elvis chuckled softly as he placed his finger into her tiny hand and she gripped it tight, she cooed even more.

“She’s got one helluva grip on her.” he laughed.

“She’s not letting her daddy go. I don’t blame her.” You giggled softly, rubbing your hand over her little tummy. Ada continued to hold onto Elvis’ finger and she stared up at him with her big blue eyes and a little smile formed on her lips. “Aw, see? She just loves her daddy so much.” you hummed, laying your head beside her. Elvis had the biggest smile on his face and he pressed several gentle kisses to her cheek. Just watching the two of them together warmed your heart especially when Elvis began to speak to her in his baby talk. You couldn’t help but laugh because she had no idea what he was saying but she couldn’t keep her eyes off him as she babbled softly.

“Oh? Is that so? Mhm.. I’ll tell, mama.” Elvis hummed.

You raised an eyebrow and laughed seeing her and acting as if they were speaking to one another. “Tell me, what?” you smiled.

“She said she’s got the best mama.” he grinned.

“Oh hush.. I’ve only been a mother for two weeks.” you laughed.

“And look at how well you’ve taken to being one.” he smiled, resting his head beside Ada’s as the two of you cuddled up close to her.

“Well, she’s got the best daddy around.” you beamed. Elvis smiled, glancing back down at his daughter feeling like such a proud dad.

As the three of you laid there Ada began to fuss and whine until it turned into cries. You sat up a bit and rubbed your hand over her tummy, shushing her softly as you tried to comfort and soothe her. “Can you get her pacifier out of the diaper bag, honey?” you said softly as she continued to cry. Elvis nodded and got up and went over to the bag, grabbing her pacifier and he climbed back into bed and you took it and popped it into her mouth and her cries subsided a little but she sniffled and whined as she sucked on her pacifier. “Shhh, it’s okay..” you whispered as you continued to rub her tummy.

Elvis hated seeing her cry and he gently wiped her little tears that streamed down her face. “What’s the matter, baby?” he whispered, kissing her cheek. She flailed her arms around and the pacifier fell out of her mouth and she began to cry again. You let out a soft sigh and carefully scooped her up into your arms, rocking her back and forth as you picked up her pacifier and put it back in her mouth, but she fussed and fussed. “Maybe she’s hungry?” Elvis said softly.

“I fed her before we left the hospital.” you replied, feeling to see if she needed her diaper changed but her diaper was fine. She was fussing so much that her pacifier fell out of her mouth again and she cried even more. You continued to rock her back and forth and now you were beginning to get overwhelmed because you didn’t know what was wrong with her or how to help. The more overwhelmed you became it triggered you to get emotional. Elvis had witnessed this happen a few times in the hospital whenever Ada would get like this and he’d notice how overwhelmed you’d become. The doctor said it could be just the stress of being a new mother and Elvis wasn’t sure how to help you besides trying to calm Ada.

“I can take her if you want, Little? I can try to calm her down, it’s okay.” Elvis said softly, reaching out for Ada. You nodded your head slowly as you began to cry, you felt so stupid crying but you felt horrible because you didn’t know how to help her when she became like this. “Little.. Why are you cryin’, honey? It’s okay, she’s just a little cranky.” he whispered.

“I-I know.. I just.. I can’t help it..” you sniffled.

You carefully handed Ada to Elvis and he held her against his chest and he grabbed her pacifier and put it in her mouth, she latched onto it and she was sniffling softly as her cries began to settle, but she was still a little fussy. So Elvis began to walk around the room bouncing her in his arms as he started to sing My Happiness to her. She slowly was beginning to settle down in his embrace. Now you felt even worse because you could never get her to calm down the way that he could. You felt like a terrible mother whenever this would happen and now you couldn’t stop crying. Elvis looked over to see you in tears just like Ada was and he shook his head with a small smile having plans of taking care of his other baby. He glanced down at Ada and one of her little hands was clutching onto his shirt and her eyes were closing. Once she had fallen asleep he carefully laid her back down in the middle of the bed and she was sound asleep again, Elvis smiled down at her and then he plopped down in the chair that sat beside the bed and he patted his lap for you. “C’mere, Little.” he hummed.

You wiped your teary eyes and got up and walked over to him and you climbed into his lap, your legs dangling off his lap and your arms slipping around his shoulders. Your head resting against his chest as you sniffled softly, curling into him like you were a little girl. Elvis slipped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head as one of his hands ran along your back soothingly. “Talk to me, honey. What’s the matter?” he whispered. You glanced up at him and you started to pout. He raised an eyebrow and reached up to brush your hair out of your face and he pressed a kiss to your pouty lips, cupping your face in his hand. “Use your words, Little.” he said softly. You let out a soft sigh and continued to pout as your fingers twirled through his hair.

“I feel like a bad mom..” you mumbled.

“Baby, what are ya talkin’ about?? You’re the most amazing mother.” he smiled.

“Then how come I can never get her to calm down like you can? It’s as if she doesn’t like me..” you sighed, pouting more.

“You silly girl.. She loves her mama. You get a little overwhelmed, s’all. I know it may not be easy bein’ a mother at your age, but that’s why I’m here. You ain’t gotta do this alone, baby. ” he hummed, brushing your hair behind your ear.

You nodded your head slowly at his words and you rested your head back against his chest. “I just want to be able to calm her like that.” you whispered.

“You will, honey. I wouldn’t suggest singing because you might scare her with your voice.” he laughed. You glanced up at him and narrowed your eyes as you hit his arm.

“Be nice to me.. I’m sad.” you pouted.

“Aw, I know, yittle. I got one baby to sleep, I’ll get the other down.” he chuckled, tightening his arms around you and you snuggled into him, glancing up and smiling as he even began to rock you in his arms. You let out a soft giggle and shut your eyes as he even began to sing to you. You let out a content sigh. Elvis always knew how to make you feel better through the littlest things. You were so lucky to have him especially now when your emotions were all over the place. You ended up falling asleep in his arms and you were in such a deep sleep you didn’t feel it when he carried you and placed you into the bed beside Ada who was still sleeping. Elvis climbed into bed with the two of you and he just watched his girls sleeping the entire way to Vegas.

When you all finally arrived in Vegas, you were finally waking up to the sound of the guys unloading the bus and the sound of Elvis’ voice talking to them. You rubbed your hand over your eyes and looked around for a moment before looking down at Ada, who was already awake. She was sucking on her pacifier and had been kicking her little legs so much she kicked the little blanket off that was around her. You smiled at her and wrapped her back up in her blanket and as you got up you soothed out your dress and fixed your hair before scooping her up into your arms and you peeked out the window to see you were at the International. You cradled her in one arm and grabbed the diaper bag with the other as you headed out of the room and Elvis smiled when he saw the both of you and he walked right over to kiss your cheek. “I’ve gotta feed her, Elvis.” you said softly.

Elvis nodded. “Okay, honey, Sonny and Red are gonna take us upstairs.” he smiled. You nodded and began to follow Elvis off the bus where the two men were waiting while the rest were unloading the bags to have them brought up to his suite as you both headed inside and upstairs to the room. You smiled down at Ada who’s eyes were looking all over at her new surroundings. When you finally got to the room, Sonny and Red left the three of you alone. You kissed Elvis’ cheek before you headed back to the bedroom for some privacy.

You laid Ada on the bed and grabbed a diaper and unbuttoned her onesie and changed her diaper. You leaned down and blew raspberries on her little tummy and her legs kicked and you giggled softly, buttoning her onesie back up and scooping her back up into your arms and sitting on the bed. You tugged the left strap of your dress down your shoulder and tucking the front of your dress down enough to reveal your left breast and brought her up to it and she latched onto your nipple right away. You smiled at her as she started to eat and one of her hands rested against your chest. You gently brushed the little blonde strands on the top of her head. “You’ve got your daddy’s hair. Well, what his hair used to look like.” you giggled softly.

“I heard that.” Elvis chimed in as he suddenly came into the room, laughing softly as he brought in the rest of your things. He smiled widely when he saw the two of you and the way Ada was holding onto you. “See? She loves her mama.” he beamed.

“That’s because I’m her source of food.” you laughed, looking back down to watch her eat and you pressed tiny kisses to her little hand, Elvis grinned and went to grab the rest of your things and you continued to lightly brush your fingers against her hair. “Mommy’s sorry she hasn’t been herself, I promise I will be soon. We’re very lucky to have your daddy.” You whispered to her, smiling as she continued to nurse from you. Elvis had been listening on the other side of the door and he smiled to himself before he came walking in with the rest of your things and then he sat down on the bed, smiling at his two girls.

“How you feelin’, baby?” He asked.

“I’m good. I’m sorry for being such a cry baby earlier.” You mumbled.

Elvis shook his head at your words and reached over to comb his fingers through your hair and he smiled warmly as he glanced down at the baby in your arms. “Nothin’ for you to be sorry about, Little. I understand and she understands. It’s okay.” he whispered. You smiled at his comforting words and nodded and when Ada was done eating you pulled the front of your dress back up and held her up against your shoulder with her little bib resting against your shoulder to catch her spit up, patting her back lightly to burp her.

“I’d like for the two of you to come to the show tonight. I know the fans will be excited to see her.” Elvis beamed.

“Um, I don’t know, Elvis. I think all of that and the crowd will be too loud for her. She’s only a few weeks old and I don’t know if that would be a good idea. But we could watch from backstage, so she could hear her daddy sing.” you said with a smile.

Elvis was a little disappointed but he understood your reasoning and knew you were right. “Okay, honey, as long as my girls are there. That’s all that matters to me.” He smiled and leaned over to kiss your cheek and kissed the top of Ada’s head. She finally let out a tiniest little burp and spitting up and you giggled softly.

“Good girl.” You beamed, cradling her back in your arms and wiping the spit up from her mouth with the bib.

Elvis chuckled softly.

“She’s so damn cute.” He grinned, tickling her little feet before he stood back up. “I’m gonna get ready for the show and I’ll have Jerry come up to get the two of you, okay?” He smiled.

You nodded, wrapping Ada in her blanket as you smiled up at Elvis. “Okay, honey.” You hummed, he leaned down to kiss you again and smiled at Ada before he headed out. “You’re gonna hear your daddy sing tonight, which I know is your favorite.” you whispered to her, she stared up at you with her big blue eyes, flailing her little hands around and cooing softly. Just staring down at that little face made you so happy and so proud to be her mother. You got up from the bed and grabbed her pacifier and diaper bag as the two of you waited for Jerry to come and get you. You kissed her little hands as they reached up toward you, letting out a soft content sigh. When there was a knock at the door you went over to answer it, smiling when you saw Jerry. “Here’s uncle Jerry to take us to see daddy.” you hummed, smiling at her.

Jerry smiled when he saw the two of you and he couldn’t keep his eyes off Ada and you raised an eyebrow at him, smiling. “Did you want to hold her?” you asked.

“Uh.. I’d like to.. But I’ve never held a baby before.” he said nervously.

“Neither have I, but you’ll do just fine. Come inside, I’m sure Elvis isn’t even ready yet.” you laughed. Jerry chuckled and walked inside the suite, shutting the door behind him and you led him over to the couch where you both sat down and just handed Ada to him and he was caught off guard but quickly cradled her in his arms. You laughed seeing how frantic he was with her in his arms. She wiggled around in his arms, kicking her legs and staring up at Jerry. You watched as he stared back at her in awe and you knew in an instant that he was completely in love with her. You leaned over and smiled down at her. “I think she likes you.” you hummed.

“How can you tell?” he asked, chuckling as he began to relax with the tiny baby in his arms.

“Whenever she kicks her little feet, that's when I know she’s happy.” you giggled softly.

Jerry smiled widely and stared back down at Ada who continued to stare up at him. “Man, she looks just like him.” Jerry laughed.

“Right!? Elvis doesn’t seem to think so. But she’s her daddy alright.” you smiled.

“We should probably head down before Elvis starts wondering where you are.” he said, carefully handing Ada back to you. You nodded and stood up holding Ada protectively in your arms as you headed toward the door.

“Could you grab her diaper bag for me?” you smiled. Jerry nodded and picked up the bag and let you lead the way as the two of you headed out towards the elevator where you rode it down to the main floor and headed for the backstage entrance of the showroom, Ada was getting a little fussy and you slipped her pacifier in her mouth and she soon settled as you gently rocked her. When you got to Elvis’ dressing room you smiled at him in his jumpsuit, looking handsome as ever. His face lit up at the sight of the two of you.

“There my girls!” he beamed happily, walking over to you and kissing your cheek and then kissing Ada’s forehead.

“Your daddy is so handsome.” you giggled.

Elvis chuckled, taking the diaper bag from Jerry and sitting it down.

“Guess who held her for the first time?” you grinned, looking toward Jerry.

“Jerry?! Ain’t she the cutest little thing?” Elvis beamed, proudly.

“She sure is, E. Looks just like you.” Jerry hummed.

You smiled and went over to sit down on the couch, rocking Ada gently as she laid awake in your arms, looking all around at her new surroundings curiously. As Elvis was ready to head out he and the guys were chatting quietly among themselve and you were in your own little world with Ada. Once it was time for him to head out on stage he came over to give you and Ada a quick kiss. You smiled watching him head out and you could hear the muffled screams of the roaring crowd the moment he stepped out onto that stage and then hearing him talking and joking around with the audience.

The only thing Elvis wanted to talk about when he got onto that stage was his little daughter, that right before the show even started he stopped everything just to do that. “I’m sure some of you may know by now, but my wife had our little girl a few weeks ago.” he laughed when the crowd began to go crazy. He smirked and shook his head, glancing back at his band behind him and laughing as he walked around the stage. “Now, uh.. She’s backstage, but her mama won’t let me bring her out. She says it’s too loud for her. So, if you folks don’t mind before we start the show tonight.. I-I’d like to sing her a song. It was the song I sang to her in the hospital and it’s her favorite. It’s an old song, called My Happiness.” he said softly, as the music began to play he started to sing. You could hear everything from backstage and it just brought a smile to your face because he was the proudest daddy. You glanced down at Ada who’s little feet started kicking the moment he started to sing, she knew her daddy’s voice and the special song he sang just for her. His little happiness.

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