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atyourmerci · 1 month

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Vengeance (500 followers celebration!!)

The boat scene we deserved ;)

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Summary: Abby finds you drunk, hiding away on a boat. Will you leave your girlfriend and run off with your childhood love?

Warnings: smut, MDNI, dom!abby, sub!reader, hate sex, abby being possessive, cheating (tsk tsk don’t do this), fingering, slapping, slight overstimulation, dubcon since reader is drunk but consenting

A/N: so this is the overall winning poll for the celebration so I hope you all enjoy! I don’t think I’ve ever read boat scene for queer abby so I’m like lowkey scared if this is uncharted territory lmao. Also this like loosely?? Follows what happens in g2 but I just made it gay as fuck also unrealistic for the relationship dynamic but I! Don’t! Care! Okay bye!

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“Thought I’d find you here,” she looks disappointed, but knowingly. Of course she would find you here, where the fuck else would you have gone, home? There was no home.

“Ya’no he’ll kill you too for just coming to find me,” slurs out your mouth, you’d be drinking since dawn perhaps. Drinking every bit you have left, not like you’d have a rainy day in store for you come sunlight.

“I’ll take my chances…” she situates herself up on the bench with her forearms lazily cast over her thighs, “how much have you had to drink,” it’s not accusatory, more of a redundant question she knew the answer to before she’d ever taken off to find you.

You take another hefty swig straight from the dirty bottle, letting the lip knock against your teeth. “Fuck off,” you throw out at her, eyes cast on the doorway she had walked through, both dead men walking now.

“So you want to tell me what happened,” now she begins to pry, all the rumors she had heard, maybe they were true, but she thought she knew you better. Once she did, when she was yours, if you could even call it that. Perhaps unspoken puppy love, a trauma bond of sorts. Whatever it was, was over, not that you ever had the decency to tell her. You were with someone else now, whether it was right or not, it was your newfound reality.

“I’m not like you…” your gaze meets hers at last, the words trail off, she knew what she had heard was true. “I couldn’t fucking do it, she was pregnant, begged for me to spare her…the kid. You don’t understand what it’s like, my morals are fucked from those people. This isn’t us. This isn’t you.”

“You don’t think I’ve been put in fucked situations?”

“That’s my point abby, this is all fucked…” you throw your hands hazardously in the air that springs droplets of the honey liquor flying out. Your feet move on their own, bringing you into an upright position as you begin closing in on her, “we are all just chess pieces in their game, when will you understand that.”

She rises out of her seat to meet your stance, she was much stronger, much more intimidating than you could ever surmount to, but the honey liquid encouragement was working overtime. “So you’re just going to run off? you can’t escape this,” her words reek of venom now.

“Come with me,” it comes out as a plea, but confident in meaning. She lets out a scoff at your attempt, shaking her head at your scheme. “What you’re just going to leave her?” She didn’t need to give a name, a further explanation, you both knew the predicament well enough.

Would you leave her?

“Yes.”

“You’re a fucking ass you know that-“ she begins to walk past you but you take grip at her muscled bicep, you feel as it twitches under your grasp.

“Abby-“ you begin to plead. She gives you one last look of adoration before ripping you to pieces.

She begins backing you into the nearest wall, pushing her hands into your chest to get you to her desired location, “no- fuck you- you don’t get to do that anymore.” She continues to dig her palms into your chest, you try to pull them off of you to no avail, on any day you’d be no match for her strength, but today the liquor only worsened your case.

“You know you’re different,” you bite at her, deepening your gaze, letting your eyes speak louder than your words could. She takes a moment to stare at you, truly wondering if you’d even meant it, if she knew the truth. “Don’t fucking do that-“ her palm grips at your throat now with no real threat as her other palm continues to dig into the flesh of your chest.

“You know it’s true abby.”

“God I fucking hate you,” she says through gritted teeth. She can barely get out the sentence before clashing her mouth against yours. She ravenous, eating you alive, digging her fingers into your soft flesh. She wasn’t allowed to have you for so long, but now, for however long she could, she’d reclaim what was hers.

Shes sloppy, mouth messy against yours as you both fight for dominance, dueling for the right over one another. While her teeth begin to bite down at your lip she brings her wavering fingers to the button of your jeans, attempting to break you out of any confines that are in her way. She rips them down off of you with no generosity as she whips you around so that your chest and palms are pressed into the wall.

You can’t see her, she wanted it that way. This was wrong, but she couldn’t stop herself. In the end you were always hers anyways.

You’re left panting into the cold wood of the walls, awaiting her punishment. Her large hands grip into your bare hips, jutting them out so they meet her completely clothed pelvis.

“Always were so pliable huh?” She taunts into the shell of your ear, making you shutter under her breath.

“I hate that you made it happen like this,” her hand swings down and lays a stinging smack into the meat of your ass, you breathe out hoarsely. “I hate what you do to me,” another smack is laid into you, this time eliciting a whine to escape your throat. “I fucking hate what you make me feel,” this time the infliction came harder than the rest, the slick now beginning to run down your thighs, aching so badly to be touched.

“Abby- please.”

Her knee comes between your own, opening them up wider for her, your slick stringing a sticky web between your thighs. Her hand snakes around your waist, without warning leaving a gentle smack onto the mound. You let out an eager whimper at the decadent pain. She rubs the wound quickly after, feeling your built up arousal in her fingertips that elicits a smug groan in your ear.

She continues to rub down your slick slit with no true target in mind, coaxing as many pathetic moans she could get at her indirection for your pleasure.

“Does she touch you like this?”

You don’t respond, brain too fuzzy to play into her antics. Another smack is laid into the soft pink flesh, hitting your swollen clit perfectly.

“Do you let her?” She says with more aggression this time, rubbing harsh circles around your clit now. You can’t help the guttural moan that comes out, “y-YES.” You should lie, but you didn’t want to know what she would do if she found out you were lying.

Her pace doesn’t falter, continuously circling the swollen bud, “does she feel better.” You pause for a moment, knowing the answer but forced with the moral dilemma of speaking it- “no.”

“I know.” Her fingers come off your clit causing a pathetic whine out of you. Her hand comes to the back of you now, her fingertips prodding at your fluttering hole, teasing the impending doom of her cruelty.

“Deep breath,” she commands of you. You pace your rapid breathing to suck in deep- when she hears the air hit your lungs she plunges her pointer and middle finger deep inside. There’s no grace, no sympathy as she beats into you. Her fingers already coated in your slick haphazardly plunging into your sweet spot.

Your screams don’t stop now, so completely full from her fingers, lust coating your eyes over white. You bite into her forearm placed next to your head to stabilize herself, teeth cutting close to the bulging veins. Her own breath beginning to falter, you can hear the faint moans trailing out her own mouth, almost completely covered by your moans.

Your walls start closing in on her fingers, she rips her free hand out of the tight enclosure of your mouth, in seconds working tight circles on your enlarged clit. The sensation of both stimulants drawing you to the edge of your climax “abby- I’m going t-“

“Tell me you don’t love her.”

She wasn’t going to make this easy, of course she wasn’t. But you’d do anything for release now. “I don’t- I- don’t!”

Her fingertips on your clit stop circling as she pinches onto it, and thrusts even harder into your hole, “say her fucking name.”

You’re screaming out, breathless, mind numb, you’d kill to finish at this point.

“I don’t love Ellie! Please!”

“Good girl now cum on my fingers,” and like that she continued, fucking into you relentlessly, fingers barely stable coated in slick at your clit.

Your ears began to ring as your orgasm took full autonomy over you, sending waves of pleasure down your pathetic structure and out through your needy throat. All you could muster out was incoherent spells of curses and the name of your capture. She took everything she could from you, never letting up till you begin to shake from the overstimulation.

Her fingers trailed from your clit to your hip, she dug her nails into the flesh there. The fingers wedged in your hole remained, gently thrusting when she felt it pulse, eliciting strained whimpers from you.

“I hate that I love you,” as she pulled her fingers out of you, leaving you there limp.

What happened before this?

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mostlykind · 1 year

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absolutely and utterly stresseddddddd

#my sister has scoliosis surgery tomorrow and I’m panicking!!!!!#and we weren’t allowed to stay and my brain keeps telling me smth might go wrong and I won’t be there :(#or that it’s somehow my fault for convincing her to do it #even tho she wants to #but she was so scared and anxious all of today I feel bad for leaving her on her own #anyways I didn’t cry the whole time or even panic up until we had to say bye #and now I’m home and crying as well lmao #and we won’t even get to see her before she goes in #cos of covid + seasonal infections #and I want tO SCREAM #rahma’s rambles

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zvdvdlvr · 2 months

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— Lunch Break

— 🫧. Synopsis. Spencer hasn’t been feeling well lately. When he accidentally gives you his lunch as well as yours, you have to leave work to make sure he gets his lunch and eats to make sure he gets better. But the thing is, no one knew Spencer had married someone.

— 🫧. Warnings. Blue!collar reader. Female reader. Collective group shock lmao. Foul language. Welder!reader. Pet names. Possible out of character Spencer but i dont really care. I’m so sleep deprived yall.

— 🫧. Other welder!reader pieces. Alive and Breathing.

“Bye, angel,” you murmured after pressing a kiss to your sleepin husband’s cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Spencer replied tiredly, eyes opening the slightest bit. “I already put your lunch in your cooler. Be safe.”

You smiled. Of course, even though you have to leave at 2 in the morning, Spencer’s already five steps ahead. You turned to leave the bedroom but stopped after hearing him cough. “Before you leave- I got you a few more boxes of that DayQuill/NyQuill stuff and Mucinex. Should be on the counter. Make sure you take them, Spence. I know you haven’t been feeling well. Bye, I love you,” you spoke quickly, throwing your coat on.

Spencer felt a smile forming on his face. His wife: always attentive and gentle (to him at least). “I love you, baby.”

“Hey,” Spencer greeted, picking up his phone and heading out of the bullpen. “What’s up?” Spencer was confused: you didn’t usually call him or contact him when you were at work unless it was absolutely necessary. Were you in trouble? “Are you okay?”

“I’m alright, angel. I’m coming over to drop off your lunch. You, uh,” your voice paused, probably observing other drivers’ movements at a red light. “You gave me my lunch and yours. So I’m on my way. Do you want me to come up or… drop it off? I’m all dirty ‘n everything,” you rambled.

“I think you look hot when you get off of work,” Spencer replied with a smile. He felt himself sigh. He was glad nothing had happened to you.

Your laugh crackled through the line. “That’s because it’s a very physical job, Spence.”

Spencer chuckled, “No, babe, I think you’re just… naturally very attractive.”

“You’re too good for me, Spence. Did you take your medicine? You sound pretty nasally,” you questioned.

“Yeah, I took it,” Spencer replied quietly with a smile on his face. You noticed everything- and Spencer was the profiler! “Anyway, I gotta go, babe. Drive safe, my beautiful wife. I love you.”

“I love you too, husband.”

Spencer tucked his ohone back into his pocket and wandered back out to the bullpen. “Hey, so… I have something to tell you,” Spencer blurted out to Emily and Derek who were watching him like a hawk.

“What is it?” Emily asked immediately, eyebrows furrowing.

“So, I want to apologize for keeping this for so long but I just- I didn’t know how to tell you. I mean, not to mention the fact that you wouldn’t have believed me anyway but that’s not the point. The point is I want you to stay calm and don’t be mad at me.”

“Whoa whoa whoa, kid, slow your roll. What’s goin’ on?” Derek asked.

Spencer looked at both Emily and Derek before sighing. “My wife is gonna be swinging by soon and… she’s… all I’m asking is don’t scare her away. Actually,” Spencer paused, smiling slightly, “she might scare you a little bit.”

Emily’s brows raised higher then Spencer previously thought possible. “You… What?” She asked, standing up.

“You’re actually joking.” Derek stated, face solemn. “You’re joking, man, come on.”

Spencer shrugged, hand coming up to pull the necklace his ring was on from under his shirt to show his coworkers. “We went to the courthouse one year, eleven months. two weeks, four days, and twelve hours ago.”

Derek blinked. “Are- You’re seriously not joking?”

“I have the documents at home to prove it,” Spencer replied, tucking it back under his shirt. “If, you know, you want to see them.”

“I’d rather see her in person,” Emily stated, already starting her pacing. “But like, you didn’t kidnap her or anything did you?”

Spencer shook his head. “No, believe me. She loves me, Emily. I love her.”

Derek sat, hands on his head. “So we missed the wedding and everything? You didn’t say a word, man.”

Spencer nodded. “We were gonna tell you, invite you over for our anniversary.”

“Spencer, what’s her name?” Emily asked suddenly.

“Who’s name?” A low, gravely voice asked. Aaron Hotchner stood, hands on his hips, staring each of his agents down.

“Spencer’s wife’s,” Derek responded slowly.

“Oh,” Hotch replied casually.

“You knew?!” Emily asked loudly, mouth dropped open in shock.

“I saw he added someone else to the insurance, and there was another emergency contact. I haven’t seen her though,” Hotch answered honestly.

“When’s she gonna be here?”

“Soon. She called me probably five minutes ago, so estimating the amount of traffic about this time, I’d guess probably ten minutes.”

“I assume you can find something to do for ten minutes?” The corner of Hotch’s lip turned up just the slightest bit, and he had a hint of amusement in his voice. When Derek finally tore his eyes off of Spencer and Emily bee-lined for her desk, Hotch turned around and stalked over to Rossi’s office to tell him the good news.

Spencer stood up when he heard the unmistakable sound of your steel-toed boots making comtact with the floor. A sweet smile painted his face as he gravitated to you, shoulders relaxing at your presence. “Hey, baby,” he whispered when he was close enough to you.

“Hi you,” you replied, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. You brandished a brown paper bag, Spencer’s name written in your handwriting.

Emily watched you walk in. You were wearing two shirts, dark in color with small holes decorating the sleeves and the hem of both shirts. Your pants were dark and thick, dark liquids and stains all over them. The boots on your feet were definitely thick: steel toed if Emily had to guess. A physical worker, she put the pieces together. Electician? That wouldn’t explain all the stains. Mechanic? Couldn’t be: why would your shirts be all torn if you were fixing cars? Welder? The pieces fit, though Emily wasn’t too educated in that department. She had respect for you. Not many women Emily knew could handle the responsibilities of such a physical job, or handle all the creeps, jerks, and perverts that passed in your workplace.

“Derek,” Emily whisper-yelled. He looked up and she gestured to where Spencer had strode over to you.

“Come on.”

Emily stood up, brushing her hands on her pants and followed Derek to where you were conversing.

“-come back? He’s been slacking off too much, baby, you shouldn’t let him keep relying on you to get his stuff done,” Spencer rambled angrily.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, Spence. How are you feeling? I brough- oh. Hi,” you greeted.

“Hi! Mrs. Reid, right?” Emily asked, sticking her hand out.

You smiled brightly and nodded. When you saw her hand and showed her your own: “I don’t, uh, think you’d want to do that,” you murmured.

“Doesn’t bother me,” Emily assured honestly.

You returned her genuine smile and clasped her hand. “Thank you. You’re… Emily? Right? And then you’re Derek?” You asked, turning to face Morgan.

“That’s us,” Morgan answered.

“I don’t think Spencer’s brought me up. I’m y/n Reid,” you introduced. “Sorry for all the grime. I came to drop off Spencer’s lunch,” you explained, shooting Spencer a smile, who kept his eyes trained on you the whole time.

“Good to meet you, y/n.” Emily said. “If… if you’re alright with it, I’d like to get the team together. To meet you. If,” she glanced between you and Spencer who was watching you unblinkingly, “that is okay with both of you? I don’t want to push you.”

Derek side eyed Emily. Penelope would probably scare y/n away, even though she didn’t mean to.

“Up to you, baby,” Spencer murmured when you turned to face him.

“Doesn’t bother me,” you answered. Glancing at your Casio, you nodded, “I’ve got an hour.”

“It’ll be fast,” Emily reassured with a smile.

Emily and Derek split up, Emily going up to get Rossi and Hotch, Derek rounding up JJ and Garcia.

“Are you sure, baby?” Spencer asked. He led you to his desk, setting down the bag you gave him. “I don’t- they-“

“Do you want us to do this another day? When I’m not in my work clothes?” You asked, refusing to sit down on anything.

Spencer shook his head. “No, no. I just want you to be prepared. They can be overwhelming.”

“‘Overwhelming’ I hear?”

You turned your head and saw two men and Emily walking towards you both. The younger looking one was Hotchner because you knew David Rossi’s face; him being a famous author and everything.

“Hello! You must be the missus,” Rossi greeted, sticking his hand out. Good lord, you thought, feds and their handshakes.

You showed Rossi your dirt stained hands and opened her mouth.

“We’ve touched dead bodies, y/n. I promise we won’t get upset at a little grease,” Emily explained gently. Good god, you thought.

Regardless, you shook Rossi and Hotch’s hand, grateful for Emily’s reassurance. Spencer wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He leaned in, whispering “You’re doing great, baby.”

“So,” Hotch began, “I want to personally thank you for keeping Reid sane and healthy.”

Emily and Rossi both laughed. “Yeah, he’s got enough trouble on the field,” Emily joked.

You elbowed Spencer, a grin painting your face. “Is that right?”

“Doesn’t matter if it’s right or not: I’ll always come back to you,” Spencer replies softly, eyed swiftly darting to your lips.

“Spencer!” You reprimanded, smacking him (lightly) on the stomach. “Your bosses are right there, you-“

A loud shriek cut you off, making everyone’s gaze dart to a person behind you. “She’s real! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Reid! You didn’t even drop a singular hint that you were hitched!”

Spencer chuckled, pulling your form a little closer to his. “If I remember correctly, JJ saw my ring when I was asleep on the plane: I assumed she had told everyone and you didn’t want to bring it up.”

“For a genius, you’re pretty dumb,” a new voice cut in. “Hi, I’m Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ.” The blonde smiled warmly and brought you in for a swift hug.

“Ah! Hello, you gorgeous soul! I’m Penelope!” A shorter blonde, more colorful and energetic, embraced you. “I’m so glad to meet you, even though, you know, I didn’t even knew you existed until about two minutes ago.” She shot your husband a look. “But, I would cery much like to get to know you, as would JJ and Emily if you can’t tell.”

You smiled. “I’d love to now, but seeing as I’m technically on my lunch break, I don’t think I’ll have time to do everything you probably have in mind. Could we,” you turned to Spencer, eyes glinting, “bring them over for dinner?”

“Anything you want, babe,” Spencer replied. Truly, if you had asked him to give you his heart, he would find a way to rip the organ out of his chest and give it to you in his bood stained hands. Dinner? No problem.

“I’ll give you my number. Penelope could make a groupchat or something,” you suggested.

Everyone nodded. Hotch was looking forward to this dinner. And Rossi, no matter what he said.

After you gave Penelope your phone number and everyone dispersed, Emily and Derek were wise enough to go busy themselves with a vending machine.

“You alright, baby?” Spencer asked.

You nodded. “I’m alright. Glad I finally met them. I, uh, hope you’re not mad about the dinner thing.”

Spencer scoffed. “I wouldn’t get mad over that.”

You shrugged. “Well. I should probably head back to work. Sorry for getting you all dirty,” you apologized again, pulling away from Spencer quickly, remembering you were in your work attire.

“It’s alright, baby. ‘M just glad I got to see you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, a sly smile forming on your face. “You’ve been awfully sappy lately, Spence. Are you sure you’re alright? I’m seriously considering taking you to a doctor.”

Spencer laughed. “I’m your sap,” he responded casually.

“Okay. Seriously. Stop making me get lost in your eyes because I got to go to work. Bye. I love you,” you babbled, pulling Spencer down to kiss you.

“Bye, wife,” Spencer whispered into your lips.

“Bye, husband.”

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star-girl69 · 4 months

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Love Song

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader

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a/n: just needed to do some general hc’s to get all my thoughts in order i hope you all enjoy!!

Love song - Lana Del Rey

warnings: the formatting is weird idk why i can’t fix it but y’all will live, swearing, a little itty bitty bit of violence, every facet of clarisse finding its way here and i love them all, tell me if i missed anything!!

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i’m sure we all agree on this

but clarisse is very protective of you

even if you’re a very capable fighter, even if you’re even better than her, clarisse is still so protective of you

i mentioned this in one of my fics (maybe so it goes…????) but like the reason behind this is the fact that clarisse is just SCARED

she is terrified of losing you bc you are the only one she feels like she can be herself with

like clarisse is insane!!!!! in a good way!!!!! but also she’s a 17 year old girl…. she wants TO BE LOVED

she tries to talk to you about how she feels about her dad and about everything else in her life, but even though she doesn’t want to be, she’s locked up like a vault

she knows her emotions are always super intense and she has big reactions

major anger issues but they’ve gotten better with age

the problem is she spent her entire life being told that she needed to calm down, that she couldn’t feel like that all the time, and she just tried to shut down

obviously that did not work

but it still makes it virtually impossible to talk about her feelings

when it comes to you tho she’s an open book

she’s a daughter of ares she’s headstrong she’s proud and her fatal flaw is PRIDE

i mentioned this before but she wants everyone to know that you’re hers and she’s yours

your relationship is partly very public

she’s not afraid to touch you or kiss you

she’s not afraid to show you off and (needs to) show everyone that yes your beautiful self belongs to HER

so naturally she gets very jealous

even when you’re like clarisse you are INSANE

there’s been a few times when you first started dating and you were still getting comfortable and weren’t that public yet so like someone would flirt with you

it went like this

boy: hey what’s up you’re kinda fine

y/n: oh! oh yeah no….. no…..

clarisse: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY IM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU—

then she started attacking him

lost dessert privileges for a month, she proudly declared that it was worth it (besides you would sneak her bites of yours like)

now that everyone knows you’re hers her jealousy is rooted a lot more in delusion and insecurity

you’ll be like in a group talking someone and she’ll pull you closer and be like “i think that guys staring at you a little too much.”

“clarisse no the fuck he’s not what”

b/c of the fact that she isn’t a son for her father she gets insanely jealous if specifically a MAN gets even an inch too close however innocently

she doesn’t want to think it but she thinks you’ll eventually realize her father is right and she’s not as useful or good bc she’s a girl

most of the time when she gets jealous bc of her insecurities she just becomes extra clingy

but also any emotion she feels she gets extra clingy to you so sometimes it’s hard to tell LMAO

she isn’t really a big hand holder but that’s only because she’s actually holding you CLOSER to her by your waist

also one more note about your relationship publically

everyone gets whiplash bc like she’s a BULLY fo everyone else and then you walk over and she’s all heart eyes

i hate everyone but you trope save me

save me i hate everyone but you trope

THIS HAPPENED IN IN A GOOD WAY

clarisse: pushes percy over

you: nuh uh clarissseeeeeeee

clarisse: omg hi beautiful gf

you: touches her shoulder, looks at her disapprovingly

clarisse: fine i’ll go, *scares percy*, bye bye beautiful ily

like she’s just being a bitch and then all of a sudden you come around and she’s like hiiiiiii babyyyyy how is my gorgeous gorgeous girl today??

so outwardly clarisse is just very proud and touchy

privately she lets herself be a little more chill

this is where she really touchy you thought before was worse nah

idk if y’all have noticed but in my fics clar’s always holding on y/n’s hips and that’s just me self projecting bc i have the most horrid hip dips but my point still stands

SHE LOVES YOUR HIPS

would totally call them “love handles” IM SORRYY

but she just likes having a place to hold where she can just like kinda actually physically grab you with her hands

like yeah she can wrap her arms around your waist but she likes to GRAB you

cuddling w her is fun bc like this girl cannot get ENOUGH of you there’s only like three ways you cuddle

you on top of her whether just like completely on top of her (one of her favs) or just with your head on her chest

this is what happens whenever you feel scared

like there was a monster attack just near the barrier and you’ve all been feeling uneasy all day

TRUST you are sleeping in her bed tonight

wraps her arms around you so tight it’s like she’s crushing you

also she’s running your back or caressing your head whichever you prefer

she keeps her spear right next to her bed and makes sure you can see it so you know however subconsciously NOTHING can hurt you bc she’s right there (nothings gonna hurt you baby vibes)

or she’s on top of you this one usually happens when she’s feeling a little extra insecure and jealous and it’s like no one can see you if she’s on top of her so then you’re hers

she isn’t the smartest one in the bunch but she has good intentions!!!!

also she lays on top of you if you get hurt

like after so it goes for example when y/n got that little cut on her hand

you’re like “clar pls you’re crushing me”

“um ok you scared the shit out of me today tho you need to LET ME do this fuck”

third option

you’re both laying on your side and facing each other legs tangled together and she’s probably whispering to you

she’s a big whisperer i feel it in my heart

like tracing her hands on your face and saying your so beautiful or telling you how you make her feel

oh lord take me now

also she loves you the way hozier loves

“someone asked me in the end i’d tell them ‘put me back in it’ // darlin’ i would do it again // if i could hold for a minute”

“when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth no grave could hold my body down i’d crawl back to her”

like she BREATHES for you

if she died and then you were like “i miss you” trust she would find a way to come back to life

totally daydreams about going on such a fantastical quest that the gods offer both of you immortality so you can be together forever and ever and ever and ever and ever

like if the world ends y’all would still be there having a little picnic date

devotion is the only word that comes close

anyways

ok nicknames she calls you:

baby, angel, gorgeous, pretty thing/girl, beautiful, lovely, dummy (lovingly)

(recently saw a few posts abt clarisse saying mama/mamas i may be swayed)

dates she takes you on:

forces you to train w her even if you don’t like it but she lets you win OBVIIIII, under the stars in the woods, take your dinners to go and sneak back to either hers or your cabin to eat together, secret makeout sessions in the bathroom her cabin your cabin anywhere she can get her hands on you

this is so random but i get horrible migraines and i am ADDICTED to these like headache relief frequency sounds on youtube i swear they work and i was like omg you can’t have electronics at chb I WOULD NOT SURVIVE

so if you are a real one like me and get horrible migraines but this goes for being sick in general she’s like a little puppy pretending to be a wolf barely holding it together

she’ll be like at the foot of your bed begging you not to go into the light while shouting at someone at the same time to refill your water

you like have a cold

she would rub your temples if you had a headache and she would literally be like a doll for you to move around like oh you wanna lay on her chest? by all means

you wanna lay upside down with your feet in her face? as long as you get better you can do whatever you want!

you don’t wanna touch her at all? that’s where she draws the line

you’ll be like “ugh i’m hot get away from me”

“okay ☹️☹️”

“why are you touching my feet with your feet”

she places you above everyone else

like yeah other people are ok…….

but you 😍😍😍😍😍😍

this is slightly cringe but she would fr burn the whole world down and not let a flame touch you

LIKE HAVE YALL SEEN THE ANONS IVE BEEN POSTING AND THE CAPTURE THE FLAG THINGS 😱😱😱😱 (y’all always check my blog im always posting the funniest shit bc i’m funny)

“you’re one opposite teams blah blah blah you get hurt clarisse drops EVERYTHING to help you even if just a paper cut” (i have no chill fic coming soon)

THEN THEN the other one that was like “ok but what if you ACTUALLY get hurt like broken leg”

clarisse just goes crazy when you’re hurt

in so it goes: “what if that cut gets infected?”

you’re her WORLD she literally can’t stand the thought or something happening to you or else she starts literally shaking in anger and sadness

but when clarisse gets hurt it’s a whole other story

LIKE FUCK YOU JUST WANNA CARE ABOUT HER AND SHES ALL LIKE “it’s chill.”

NO ITS NOT YOURE GONNA BLEED OUT 😭😭

clarisse never let’s anyone but you see her true emotions

like yeah when you’re in public and you’re being cutesy she starts smiling and everyone is SO confused

but still

she never lets anyone see her as WEAK

so she always downplays her injuries in terms of how much they hurt, but flaunts them off proudly at the same time?? yeah that makes sense

after a capture the flag game you march her to the bathroom with a first aid kit “ok baby take off your shirt”

she always makes some flirty comment like SHUSH NOT RN

then she has all these bruises and every once in a while a cut from someone’s sword

you’re like 😔😔💔

you’re the only one she will let clean her up

unless she like breaks a bone or needs stitches (which has never happened) no way in hell she’s going to the healers

if you’re a child of apollo or smth she’s like “i literally have my own person healer right here…..”

anyways i think that’s all but i will probably be updating this when i think of more stuff bc as we know i have no chill

thank you all sm for reading and reblogging and liking and commenting and sending all of your WONDERFUL asks they make me so happy i’m always giggling when i get one

anyways bye bye 😘

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#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue x you #pjo tv show #pjo x reader

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suiana · 3 months

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Sometimes I feel like I see a lot of mean darling (no offense to the mean people out there, do whatever you like with your pathetic yanderes)

but what do you think of a darling that’s super nice and friendly but then one day someone says something stupid (like a homophobe or smtn lmao 💀) and they just immediately say “Kill yourself” with no hesitation, then when people tell them they can’t say that they just say “whatttt I’m just saying what we’re all thinking”? You don’t have to answer, I just really am going insane because I’m too scared to write this myself 😭

i like ur idea anon

(yandere! tsundere x gn! sweet reader) (reader is secretly very unhinged)

"ugh you're so- i hate you! you don't deserve to-"

"kill yourself."

the tsundere, who is your classmate, immediately shuts up, staring at you as his mouth drops wider and wider by the second. what did you just say? are his ears working right? there's no way you could've said that haha...

"what? could you repeat that?"

"i said, kill yourself."

your tsundere classmate and you maintain eye contact, standing in silence as the weight of your words sinks in. the reality that you had just cursed at him comes crashing down on him like a ton of bricks and all he can do is stare at you like a dumb fish. and the fact that you don't have your usual cheery smile and aura is adding to the shock factor.

like seriously?

did you just seriously tell him to kill himself?

...

did you get possessed?

hit your head on something?

or maybe you were threatened to act like this?

the tsundere puts aside his pride for a second, walking up to you and observing your face with a careful expression. hm... you look okay...

"h-hey are you okay? you can't just say that you know-"

"I'm just saying what's been on my mind."

the tsundere is even more shocked now. flabbergasted even. what happened to the sweet and friendly darling he knew?! who is this person?!

"who-"

"I'm the person you've always tormented. i just couldn't handle you acting like you hate me anymore that's why i said that."

you shrug at him before going back to being all happy and cheerful.

"anyways remember to do the homework! it's due tomorrow! bye bye!"

you then skip out of the classroom, humming a merry tune as you leave your classmate alone with his thoughts. he stares at the spot you once stood at, completely stoned as his brain lags and he tries to compute what just happened.

there's no way you actually said that... kill himself? are you serious?

but somehow, he can't help but feel even more attracted to you. huh...

maybe he's a masochist.

#suiana's sinners #yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere concept #yandere tsundere #yandere tsundere x reader #gn reader #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

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factual-fantasy · 1 year

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FACTUAL! I know I’m late, but happy birthday!

HERE IS A GIFT! A character I made for you! He doesn’t have a name yet, so that’s up to you.

I‘m sorry if it’s not very good, I’m still a beginner artist and learning how to art lmao :’) but he’s fully yours now!

I found your blog when you only had 4,000 followers, and within that Time you genuinely helped me with so many things in my life, i was literally about to quit art before I found you. And you have genuinely been such an inspiration to me.

thank you so much factual, remember to take care of yourself! draw for YOU and know that you’re amazing and loved :)

Ok bye! And happy late birthday! (puts the little guy in your arms and runs away)

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Wow, what a neat little critter! Thank you! I’ll be sure to make Jimmy feel right at home! Also, I’m very glad to hear that my works have helped you through some tough times. And even inspired you to keep creating! Thank you for all the kind words and my new son. :}

Also on another note, thanks to everyone for 16,000 followers! :DDD I celebrated 15,000 only 26 days ago! That’s less than a month! You’re scaring me! 💜 I sleep with 1 eye open at night because you guys!! 🥰🥰🥰

#My response #THANK YOU FOR 16000 THO #AND THE CHARACTER AAAA

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nahoney22 · 1 year

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Different Tactics*** (part 2/2)

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Tech X F!Reader

word count: 7.1k (phew)

After what happened between you and Tech in the cockpit, tensions were high. But how will you act when you hear that Tech wouldn’t mind taking part in the bet that started it all?

warnings: SMUT, NSFW. 18+ only. Explicit sexual content. Severe dirty talk, praising, swearing, grinding/dry humping, rough sex, p in v sex, consent, pure filth tbf, not an established relationship, dom!tech. Little bit of degrading if you squint. Comfort at the end. Let me know if I missed anything. Not proofread.

Masterlist

A/N I highly recommending reading part one which isn’t as filthy but it explains the build up to this fuck fest thanks bye 💜 only took me a down fucking year to do a part 2 lmao

part one (reuploaded, thanks tumblr 🙂) | part two

Hurried footsteps and loud hushed whispers is what roused you from your deep slumber on the Havoc Marauder. The last week had gone by agonisingly slowly despite all the missions you’ve been on, sleep taking over your body more often than not. You sigh, grabbing your data pad from under your bunk and see that it was quite late in the afternoon and that you should probably get a shift on.

You stand, stretching until a joyous and satisfying pop in your back appears. Running fingers through your disheveled hair to smoothen it out a little, you let out one final yawn and began to make your way to the cockpit to see what’s happening.

But before you could get there, a great force appears in front of you, screaming and you can only match the scream back. You stumble back, back hitting harshly against the control panel until you’ve hit the floor with a thud.

A hand rests over your chest, feeling how your heart beats against your rib cage at a resounding pace.

“Got ya!”

You blink up at the man standing in front of you, chuckling and soon to be joined by Echo and Crosshair who smirk down at you.

“Kriff, again? Seriously?” You groan, rubbing the part of your back that hit the control panel.

“Did someone get a fright?” Crosshair's eyes dashed with mischief under his raised brow and as you recall, that’s what he said the first time Wrecker had scared you.

You roll your eyes, “shut it.” Wrecker reaches his hand down to you and pulls you up to your feet and before you could gain your balance, Echo is already scanning you over with a device and nods satisfied.

“Not bad. 89.”

You furrow your eyes at him. “89 what?”

“Your heart rate of course.” Wrecker replies for Echo with a wide grin. “We’re doing that bet again because well, we’re bored.”

A strange feeling resides in your gut at the mention of the bet, your mind trying not to reel back to what happened with the last encounter with a certain Clone. “Oh.”

“Yeah, and as you can tell you’re the target this time.” Crosshair sniggers, folding his arms over his chest and leans against one of the chairs. “You better prepare yourself.”

You look at them all in disbelief. “Okay for one, Crosshair you aren’t doing what you did with,” you pause and gulp a little, even finding his name hard to speak, “Tech and the caf,” you finally finished, glad that the others didn’t seem to catch the hesitance. “And secondly, if it’s just you three I’m sure there’s no competition.” You tease them.

“I’m sure I’ll think of something else.” Crosshair drawls, seeming like he already had a plan anyway, “And it’s not just us three.”

And just like that all the air in your lungs is sucked out. “Oh? Is Hunter taking part too?”

The three exchange a look, almost amused that you would suggest Hunter would be the one to take part in these foolish games. Then again, Crosshair was here.

“No, Tech wants in.” Echo says casually and you sure had hoped your jaw hadn’t dropped to the floor.

You shift in your spot, wringing your hands together. “He does? Why?”

Echo shrugs, moving to the side as Crosshair moves away from the conversation. “Just said he wants to have a go.”

Wrecker then interjects, “Said something along the lines of ‘interesting, I too would like to take part in this little activity to see what I can do to make her heart increase’” he mocks in the worst impression that he can of Tech that you could not help but stifle a giggle at but then you took note of what he said.

“I think he said he wants to make your heart stop actually. Whatever that means.” Echo reiterates and then the pair of you leave you alone on your thoughts.

“Stop?” You whisper to yourself, rubbing the back of your neck in confusion.

Ever since that night, you and Tech had not uttered a word to one another. Even in battle not a word is shared. If he walks in your direction you find yourself looking away or retreating, excusing yourself in front of the others who seemed none the wiser. If it did cross your mind, you became hot. Just like you were doing now.

When you close your eyes, taking in the idea of Tech wanting to increase or even stop as Echo said, your hands jitter as your mind flashes with images of you grinding on Tech’s lap, his hands grasping onto your waist as you whisper the most sinful things you have ever spoken.

You find yourself breathing a little heavy but when a creek in the hallway snaps you out of your daze, you jolt and eyes widen ever so slightly to see the vision of your thoughts standing right there.

He’s standing, tall and seemingly unfazed by your presence. You however, have chills running down your arms and trying to keep your breathing at a steady pace but your heaving chest deceives you.

There was something behind those yellow-tinted goggles that you just couldn’t decipher. He’s looking at you as if analysing you, gaze trailing along the lengths of your body boldly until they settle on your eyes once again. Then, he tilts his head to the side but says nothing at all.

Words are failing you, unsure if words are even failing him as he watches you. All you can manage is a small nod of your head, and then retreat back to your bunk. You wanted to face him, to ask what he was thinking, but that was a question for another day.

—————

“Hello cyar’ika.”

You look up from your spot against a large tree, relaxing with your datapad as you download some stuff to read for the slower and calmer days. Echo stands before you, a hand behind his back and a smile on his face.

Everyone is outside, all doing their own things. Tech was sat on a crate by the ship's ramp, tinkering away, Hunter and Wrecker were sparring and Crosshair had gone on a small walk by the lake but in close range.

“Hey, you alright?” You lower the device in your hand and look up to the Clone, noticing he was acting a little… nervous?

“Very well, I have something for you.”

Instantly you grow a little apprehensive, wondering if that had something to do whatever it was behind his back. “Oh?”

His hand begins to move and in your head you just begged that it wasn’t a bug or strange creature of some kind but instead, he presented you with a flower. Instantly, you melted.

You’re a little surprised, eyes blinking at the yellow flower, its petals seeming to somewhat glitter. “Wow.” You exhale, slowly standing and taking it from him. “This is lovely. But, why?”

A man had never bought you flowers before, or in this case, picked one but it surely was the prettiest one you had ever seen. Echo watches your reaction and smiles warmly at the sight of you growing a little warm and shy.

“I saw it and thought ‘what a pretty flower that will look better with a certain pretty lady’.”

“Smooth, Echo. Smooth.” You laugh gently, taking the flower into grasp but as soon as you do, your smile fades when you see him pull out a scanner.

Typical.

“Kriff sake Echo, I thought you were being nice not for part of the bet.” You pout, twirling the stem of the flower between your thumb and finger. Here’s thinking that one of the boys would actually be nice to you. Well, they usually are but it’s different when one presents you with a flower. Echo felt a little bad too but since he knew was now two up from Wrecker at 91, he wasn’t too upset.

“I still want you to have it.” He tucked the scanner away but pushed back the hand that was coming towards him with the flower. “I also meant what I said.”

You raise a brow, questioning him.

“T-that I think you’re pretty.” He clears his throat, chest puffed out a little as he said it with certainty. “Beautiful, in fact.”

Okay, maybe you couldn’t be mad at him. You hum a little, giving with a wry smile but thank him regardless. “Thanks sweetie.” You muse and the two of you embrace in a quick hug. You were pretty sure Echo scanned you again when you weren’t looking.

“That’s… odd.” Echo mumbles quietly over your shoulder.

“What is?” You reply quietly, arms still wrapped around the back of his shoulders.

He clears his throat again, pulling away from you. “Tech.”

You give him a confused glance, looking in the direction of where Tech once sat to see him marching up the ship's steps and retreating inside. “What about him?”

Echo turns to face the ship too, folding his arms over his chest. “I don’t know, he was just… staring. Looked angry.”

Although Echo’s attempt got your heart rate to 91, you were convinced just by his words alone it got up a few more but that’s simply because Tech had obviously been watching the exchange between you two. You ponder why Tech seemed ‘angry’ as Echo said as it was a rarity. For someone so calm and collected, the thought of Echo giving you a flower, calling you pretty- no! Beautiful in fact, as well as a hug could only mean one thing in your mind. Maybe Crosshair’s attempt will solidify the inkling in the back of your mind.

————

That evening as the sun began to set behind the Naboo clouds, you were standing by the lake, arms wrapped around your body as a cool breeze blew by you. With so much war going on, you forget how much beauty there was in the world. Glistening lakes, thunderous waterfalls, blue skies and orange sunsets. You wish you could stay forever.

You hear movement to your side and take a mere glance to see Crosshair standing by.

“Nice isn’t it?” You speak up, filling the silence that Crosshair usually gave.

He hums a little but nods all the same in agreement. “Yeah. The lake is cold though.”

You turn your head to him and give him a curious glance. “Have you been swimming in it?”

From his side-profile you see a small flicker of a smirk emerge on his lips which you couldn’t really understand why he would after your innocent question. “No. But you have.”

Pausing, you take in his words and ever so slowly grow a little nervous about the Marksman. “… I don’t think I have…”

He finally turns to face you, gnawing on the toothpick that you didn’t see. His eyes glisten with mischief and you feel fear settle in you. There was nothing you detested more than being thrown in the deep end of life and at the moment, the deep end of the lake. “Not yet.”

Rapidly, you began to run and head straight to the ship but non-surprisingly, Crosshair had already caught up to you and caught you. His arms snaked around your body and you’re hoisted over his shoulder which left you kicking and screaming at his back.

“SOMEONE! HELP ME!”

Your screams alone had the boys racing out of the ship, seeing what the problem was with their weapons aimed and ready to save you but when they spot that it’s just Crosshair being your ‘attacker’, they all let out sighs of relief. Well, most of them anyway.

“Crosshair, what are you doing?” Hunter ordered, shouting after his brother as the four of them followed after you both to see what was happening.

“She’s going for a swim.”

“NO I AM NOT! PUT ME DOWN!”

He stops just over the lake, a small drop over a ledge that will emerge you into the depths below. “Are you sure about that?”

You blink rapidly, squirming and trying to free yourself but even though it was somewhat amusing and you were laughing, you still didn’t want to get wet. “Yes I’m sure! Put me down.”

You couldn’t see, but Crosshair had glanced over his shoulder and was smirking at his brothers but when his gaze settled on his spectacled brother, he internally frowned. Tech is glaring, hand gripped tight onto a small screwdriver in his grasp that looks like it was about to snap at any second.

“Tell me, is there anything going on with you and Tech?” Crosshairs voice is quiet, just enough for you to hear and not the others.

Momentarily, your heart stops and you slowly look up, still dangling over Crosshair's shoulder to see Tech watching you both. He was such a difficult character to read. So long you had thought he took no notice of you but after what happened in the cockpit, perhaps it was different.

“No.”

“Very well.” He shrugs, a little too hard and that’s when you were sent tumbling into the cold water below.

You’re submerged fully under and once you breach the surface you're gasping for air as water fills your lungs. Coughing and spluttering, you look up to see Crosshair smirking down at you, kneeling before saying ‘I’ll get Tech to rescue you.’

He moves away and soon you're joined by four other pairs of eyes looking down at you, some amused looks.

“Urm, a little help?” You raise a hand, the other keeping you afloat as you kick your legs.

“Very well.”

You fleetingly freeze up when Tech speaks, moving closer to you and kneeling before you. There was a glimmer of hesitance in both of your eyes but as he extends out his hand to you, you find yourself reaching up for him.

He clasps a hold of your wrist and heaves you with surprising ease since your clothes were heavy after being soaked. Once you’re pulled free from the water, he starts to stand as you do. Unfortunately, there was some uneven turf by your feet which sent you tumbling forward but you were stopped by someone’s chest. Of course, that chest belongs to Tech.

“S-sorry.” You say through chattering teeth, immediately backing up and wrapping your arms around your body as you wring out as much water from your white vest as much as you can.

You look at Crosshair, who’s eyes flickered between your face and Tech’s, an almost knowing look yet uncertain at the same time on his face. “Sorry girlie.”

“Shut up.” You seethed yet your tone was a little playful. As usual, you couldn’t stay mad at your boys.

Echo apparoaches you and of course like he did previously, scans you. “Hm, 96. Crosshair is in the lead.”

“Honestly, my heart rate was going up more when I was dangling over his shoulder.” You tell them which earned a mix of reactions.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Crosshair wags his brows at you, flirtiness in his words. The others sniggered whereas when you looked at Tech, he stared you down to see if any flush of embarrassment crossed your damp features.

“Not like that.” You frown, turning away from Tech and heading towards the ship, “it was probably because that’s when I was scared to go in the water.”

Hunter soon turns to Tech, easily sensing something was awry with him as of late. He’s watching you leave and he picks up on how hard his heart is beating but says nothing of it. “What’s your plan then?”

The goggled clone stills for a moment and pushed up his goggles up his nose a little. “I do not want to say in case the others get the same idea next time.”

Softly, he pinches the fingers at his glove that once held you, pulling his hand free from its enclosure. Of course his attempt would be daring but as you turn round to look back at him on the ship's ramp,a good distance away and there’s a lust-filled desire in his eyes. Little did he know, you had it too.

“But, she knows what I want to do to her.”

—————

Your hands run through your soapy hair, rinsing away all the lake water and goodness knows whatever else away in the ship's shower. The hot water was limited so you had a quick three minutes to make yourself as clean as possible before Hunter complained that there’s no hot water left.

You’re rinsing suds off your body, splashing water over your face and as your eyes closed, instant visions of that evening with Tech flashed in your mind.

Heart palpitations ensue, a heat growing down in your core as the feeling of his hands on you from before made you subtly whimper. You often wonder what he was thinking when he looked at you and if he had detested you for what happened. But, seeing his reactions to you being close with his brothers made you think otherwise.

Your eyes shot open once that once warm water turned into seeming pellets of ice. Gasping from the sudden shock, you switch the running water off and step out, wrapping a towel around your body and drying yourself down. Slipping on some shorts to relax in and a simple shirt, you’re walking to your bunk whilst towel drying your hair when you spot your datapad light up.

Dropping the towel by the ‘laundry pile’ that magically appeared to which you still need to sort out, you swipe up the device and read a message from Hunter.

‘Hey trooper, me and the others have nipped out into Naboo for a small while. Should be back by 2100 hours.’ You check the time that read 1936 hours before resuming the message.

‘Tech is still on the ship doing repairs, just thought I will let you know as you were using up all the hot water before we left. -Hunter’

If you were sent this message many rotations ago, you would probably laugh. Instead, your mind whirls wildly as you over read ‘Tech is still on the ship’ over and over.

Your eyes weren’t deceiving you and you hoped but also didn’t at the same time if you heard footsteps approach. Hoped that it was him coming closer to act upon his part of the bet but also hoped that it wasn’t the case. What an odd predicament.

It was plausible that maybe you had wished he wouldn’t come to save your heart from exploding out your chest and to stop that whirling feeling in your stomach any time he was mentioned. Or even when your paths had crossed which was clearly all day everyday.

A gasp left your lips at the sound of someone clearing their throat, surprising you. As you spin round, there he is.

He’s donned in just his blacks, leaning somewhat cockily against the metal frame of the now opened door. Instead of his goggles covering his eyes, they were now propped on the top of his head and you think it’s the first time you saw the real colour of his eyes.

“Looks like it is my turn at long last.”

You’re truly frozen but so, so aroused at the sight of him. There was no denying you know what he had up his sleeve; you just didn’t know he had the gall to go along with it.

He takes in your silence and stunned eyes, fingers having a death-grip on your device. Pushing himself off the door, he crosses the threshold towards you with slow and agonising steps. “What ever is the matter? You don’t have to go quiet on me cyare… it’s just us.”

Tech stops in front of you and for some reason, you only just perceived how tall he was. You crane your neck up to look at him, watching as he tilts his head to the side and stares you down as if mockingly. “Loth-cat got your tongue?” He whispers, taking another step closer which only traps you between him and the wall. “Honey?”

Finally a shuddered breath blows past your lips, knowing full well that’s what you said to him when you first took control. “Tech… I-.”

He raised a hand slowly, cupping your cheek softly which causes you to inhale sharply. He’s warm against your cold cheek, making you stumble a little backwards until your back hits the cool wall behind you. “Easy there,” his voice is laced with a tone you had never heard before but it was nothing short of seductive, “don’t pass out on me yet.”

“Yet?” You whisper, your eyes fluttered closed, finding it unbearable to focus on him when there was a prominent ache now between your legs.

He chuckles a little and by the warmth of his breath now fanning your face, you knew he was a lot closer than before. “Yes, but don’t worry. I’m going to look after you, you have my word on that.”

So this was it, Tech was about to dominate you into submission in order to get your heart rate up. Or is it because he simply wanted to? You hoped for the latter oddly enough.

“Promise?”

Your voice is hushed, eyes slowly opening to see his own piercing ones that were able to make your heart stop alone. “I promise.”

With your consent, Tech wasted no time in snaking his arms around you and hoisting you up. He’s slammed you back into the wall, making sure your legs wrapped around his muscular yet slender upper body. Then, he expertly manages to grab your wrists and pin them above your head. You gasp, surprised how he managed to just hold you up with his body between the wall.

“Oh my pretty darling, do you know how hard it’s been for me to watch you all these days?” He sighs, leaning forward until his forehead touches yours.

“N-no,” you stutter, refraining yourself at the moment from becoming a desperate mess in his embrace. “Tell me.”

“No? How about I show you?” He thrusts up, rutting into you and that’s when you felt his exceptionally hard growth between his legs. Fuck, how you’ve missed the feeling of it. He’s chuckling darkly at your whimper of a reaction. “It has been this exceptionally hard.”

You sigh heavenly, head tilting back as he grinds his aching cock against you and you could almost curse for the two shields of fabric that were his blacks and your shorts blocking what you both really needed. “Tech, I didn’t know you had this side to you.”

Deep down behind the dominant facade, Tech is extremely nervous. He knew the limits, of course. But what were yours? What if he did something wrong or said something weird? Maker, he even thought he would appear more appealing by removing his goggles so now his vision was blurred and was struggling to read your reactions properly.

“If this experience bolds well for the both of us, maybe you will get to see it more often.” He clears his negative thoughts and replaces them with erotic ones. “Now, should I take your tactics on or should I use a different one?” He purrs, leaning in and sending warm blows down your neck as he speaks.

You're putty in his hands and you can barely think of a coherent answer in your current mush of a brain. “A-anything, please Tech.” Your hoarse tone tingles in his ear as you let out a delectable moan as he ruts against you some more.

“I’m unsure if you were aware early, but that little white shirt you were wearing when Crosshair threw you in the water? Your nipples almost pierced through the flimsy material.” He groans, thinking back to how he pulled you from that water and noted how stunning wet clothes looked on your body. All day, he had done nothing but think about ripping you out of them and making sweet, sweet ecstasy with you.

Your face flushed. “Really? Did the others… you know?”

“No. And I’m glad. I don’t want any of the others to think about you in the lewd ways I do.” He breathes, lips teasing the skin on your neck followed by another rotation of his hips as he presses to your sex.

“Tech.” You say suddenly and he pulls back in an instant, eyes a little wide with worry.

“Yes?”

“Were you jealous of Echo and Crosshair before?” There’s a flash of nerves in his eyes, swallowing the saliva that pools in his throat.

“What makes you say that, cyare?” His voice is quiet, moving one hand away from your wrists and down towards your neck, fingers only teasing the warm skin of your throat.

Your eyes flutter close at the touch of his hand, chest heaving just a touch. “They mentioned that you looked rather annoyed when they tried their tricks on me.”

He doesn’t want to admit it, but he was jealous. There’s a reasonable explanation of course and that is that you had captured his mind, body and soul. You were always attractive but Kriff, you were so seductive too. The thought of his brothers gifting you things as sweet as flowers and manhandling you like Crosshair did was enough to make his stomach tighten into knots. “I don’t want my brothers getting these types of ideas is all,” he says somewhat avoiding the question but not exactly a lie either, “only I get to make you cum. You got that?”

Maker, this dominating side of him was so sensational that you had to think for a second what it was you initially asked. “Yes Tech.” You say with a shaken breath, his fingers tracing along your neck before landing on your waist where he gently squeezed it.

“Good girl,” he breathes, the words in his mind sounding odd but as you mewl for him he knows he is saying the right thing, “now where should I whisper these filthy thoughts I have to you? Are you comfy here against my ships wall or would you like to go into the cockpit? Maybe I can remind you what it was you told me in there that you would love for me to do.”

Truthfully your mind was a blur about what occurred that evening so you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was you had told him but you knew it was pure filth. “Do whatever you want to me, Tech.”

There’s a guttural sound that emerges from his throat, the cord snapping as he carries you through the ship until he gets to his bunk and throwing you down onto it. Before you could sit up he’s climbing over you, cock that was still aching against his blacks pressing against your core which instantly had you dropping backwards.

“Mesh’la I want to do so many things to you. For you. But how dare you tell me that, knowing I can not fully give you what it is I desire.” He snarls. “I want to penetrate you so hard that my name is the only thing you’ll think of for the next 24 hours.” Although dominant, his eyes are still soft and is making sure not to overstep any boundaries.

You’re subconsciously biting on your lower lip, thighs aching to close together to get as much friction as you can as this just wasn’t enough. You’re desperate and you just want to touch him. Somehow, he reads your mind as he takes a hold of your hand and places it to his chest. “Feel how my heart beats for you, this is what it felt like when you were telling me that you wanted me to cream that little pussy of yours.”

His words were pure filth. “Kriff Tech, h-how’re you so good at talking like this?” You don’t expect an answer and he even has to hold back from reiterating that he did deep research on how to ‘woo’ someone.

“Every man has his secrets,” he breathes through a groan, needing to steady himself so he didn’t cum in his pants just yet, “Gods, you’re so perfect writhing underneath me. Enchantress.”

Something in you snaps at his words and you can’t explain the thrill of when you lean up to him, capturing his lips against yours. It was your first kiss with him and for some reason, stealing a kiss seemed more ludicrous than him rubbing his hard length against you or you whispering sinful things down his neck.

His movements still completely, eyes shut tight as he processes what was happening. When you pull back, there’s a small whimper in his throat and he just stares at you in disbelief. There’s a fear you, somehow, overstepped but when you reach for his goggles and set them over his eyes, there’s a timid smile on your lips. “Can you see me better now?”

Chuckling softly, he nods and cups your cheek. “You kissed me… why?”

“Was it too much?” You ask, worry in your voice but his quick shake of his head relaxes you.

“Not at all, just unexpected.” He mutters, leaning down closer again as a subtle hint that he was willing to kiss you again.

“Just like us,” you mumble against his lips, melting, “unexpected.”

His kiss to you was one full of desire and need yet remains soft. His gentle roll of his hips picks up again and that dominant side to him dwindles just for a moment as he takes pleasure in exploring your lips. Your hands find comfort in his hair, hips arching to meet his own as you grind against another. “Sensational.” He breathes against you, breath hot as he ever so gently begins to trace his tongue against your lips, wanting that entrance you granted.

Tongues swirling in a heated dance, his hand roams your body until it stops just over your breast and daringly gives an experimental squeeze which causes you to make the most beautiful sound. “I need more, please.” You whimper pathetically, read lolling back as he pinches your stiffening peaks through the fabric of your top. “Take your clothes off.”

You didn’t exactly process what you said until you watched Tech sit up straight, stripping himself free from his blacks. With your eyes almost bulging out your head as you admire his form, he takes the liberty of sliding his hands up and down your thighs. “Maybe my cock will feel much better against you if I free myself… may I?”

He palms himself over his lower half and you nod eagerly, chewing on the inside of your cheek as he wiggles out of his clothes fully where you finally see what was pressing against you. He’s stunning. Long with a perfect thickness.

“Oh Tech.” You mutter, leaning up and grabbing him by his bare shoulders and yanking him back down where his length was definitely a lot more noticeable against you. “Wow.” You say through gritted teeth, panting as Tech begins his rutting but this time traces kisses along your neck.

“You want to know what I want to do to you?” He grunts, getting himself worked back up to his dominant stride. “I want to stick my cock deep in you, letting it rest inside you as I use you as my little cockwarmer. When I’m piloting the ship you can sit right on my lap with my cock piercing you. Of course we’ll have to be careful - we can't have my brothers seeing us like that, can we?”

There’s no chance at all you could answer him, your arousal is too extreme to even comprehend any type of words. He chuckles at your silence, knowing that it wasn’t out of discomfort but out of ecstasy as he feels just how wet you are through your shorts. He looks down between your legs, grabbing a hold of his cock and moves it up and down to the point he can feel the outline of your soaked folds.

His groans are deep, eyes blown with lust at how lucky he is to even be in this position with you let alone rubbing his cock against you.

“Take them off.”

He looks up at, seeing you sat up on your elbows as you admire him teasing you.

“Are you sure, mesh’la?” He asks gently, hands trailing down your legs once more before setting on the band of your shorts and once you nod, he slides them down your legs and throws them to the side.

Glancing back down at your now exposed pussy, he melts. His jaw becomes slack and his legs tremble with resound eagerness. “What a beautiful, beautiful sight to behold.” He bites on his hand that he brought to his lips, a little in disbelief that you looked so wet just for him. “Stunning.” He reiterates, inhaling a deep breath.

The cold breeze against your bare sex makes you shudder, even more so when he begins to pump his length. “Maker I could cum all over you right this second but that would be unfair wouldn’t it? Let’s not forget that I need to make you cum first and foremost.”

“For the bet.” You mumble a little to yourself but he hears you and his heart twisted before shaking his head furiously.

“Kriff the bet, that tedious game does not matter to me anymore.” He edges closer, his warm tip gently touching your exposed pussy as he begins to grind against you once more, both of you getting the sensation of his length and your cunt rubbing against one another.

“O-o-oh how wet you feel.” He stutters, pausing his movements so he didn’t accidentally breach you although between you both, it’s awfully tempting to just go at it. Languidly he sighs before taking your hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing over your knuckles. “If I were to fuck you, how would you want it, truly? Hard and fast or slow and steady?”

His words were so soft spoken you almost sob at how careful he was being with you, knowing this now has to mean something a lot more. There’s a building in the pit of your stomach, full of desire just as much as you did the first time you were intimate with Tech; maybe a little bit more now.

“Why don’t you find out?” Your words were brave and they hung in the air as Tech stared at you wide-eyed but like a man starved.

“R-really?” He holds his breath, lips grazing over your knuckles. Your words made his cock twitch, eager in anticipation as it rested along your slit.

“Just fuck me, please.” You whisper, eyes set straight on him, flickering between your legs and then up at him.

He drops your hand and wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, cock slipping beautifully between your wet folds and as he mumbles incoherent mando’a he sheaths into you. Both of you gasp at the contact and he almost faints at how tight you are.

“Maker,” he moans, head tilting back as he adjusts to the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He pushes against your heat, your pussy swallowing his thick head as he pushes deeper into you until he can’t no more, “so good. Fucking beautiful.” His cursing sends shivers up and down your arms and as you look at him, your heart swells. He was so beautiful. The dim lighting of the ship casts perfect shadows over his body, somehow defining all his best features and with his goggles on as well? Wow.

“M-move, please.”

He obeys, pulling his hips back slowly before pushing forward that makes you groan like a whore. Each movement spreads you wider until his rhythm picks up, bunk squeaking with every roll of his hips. “You want this cock, huh?”

“Yes Tech, please give me that fucking cock!” It felt like it belonged to you, that your pussy was only ever designed for him. He snaps his hips, cock filling you with a single stroke and he chuckles seeing you gasp aloud, laughing lustfully meanwhile he grabs your legs and holds them over his shoulders.

“Going to elevate your hips so I can hit that spot inside you. I want you to moan my name as I fill you.” He orders, getting into position and sure enough he is rutting into you like a man on a mission, filling you whilst his tip hits that spongy part inside you that was felt in your lower belly.

“OH FUCK TECH! YES, YES, YES DON’T STOP.”

His cock pulses inside of you, sweat glistening along his brow as he gazes down at you, seeing your back arch wonderfully as you welcome his cock like the needy girl you are. “Good girl.” He purrs, eyes almost black with how much they diluted.

After a minute or two he leans more into you, snapping you in half so your knees were at your head with his cock still moving in and out of you. He’s grinning coyly upon seeing your reaction to his bold moves, your slutty grin matching his as he pounds into you with every fibre of his being.

His hands place on either side of your head, keeping your focus maintained on him as he spews the horniest things he ever dreamed of saying. “Look at you welcoming my cock like a good girl. Maybe I should take you into the cockpit and fuck your pussy from behind like you begged for last time. You remember saying that huh? Oh Kriff you are a dirty girl, aren’t you? You’re my slut but also my good girl because you’ve taken me so, so well.”

You’re whimpering beneath him, never knowing your body could bend the way it is to the point you could feel his heavy balls that slap against your arse. His thrusts were relentless and so hard.

“Teeeech.” You whine, mouth parting as you pant.

“Look at you opening your mouth for me. It’s as if you’re begging for me to claim you fully with my spit… but you’re not that much of a dirty girl… or are you? Come on, answer me, pretty girl.” But then, he gets an idea. You couldn’t even fathom words but you were so desperate to allow him to do whatever he wants to you, heart racing so fast which gives Tech the perfect chance to dive his tongue straight into your mouth. He starts letting go of your legs so they fall from his shoulders and to the side. His body is flushed against you but his frantic thrusts have died down and instead, he’s rolling his hips ever so gently, indulging more in the kiss like a man starving of oxygen.

His tongue is hot in your mouth, both muscles meeting perfectly as he swallows your sweet moans. “I love kissing you.” He pulls back breathless, cheeks heating up at his quiet confession. There’s a sense of vulnerability there and it’s rather endearing from him. You place a hand to his cheek, pecking his lips as he rests inside you, catching his breath back.

“I love kissing you too.” You gush. “I… I love this.” You gesture to the obvious nature you're both in, sighing as he rolls his hips once making him smile upon seeing your reaction.

“I would be more than willing to ignore this as a bet and do it for as long as you are willing to have intercourse with me.” His foreheads rests against yours and you have to suppress a small laugh. For someone who was just talking about cockwarming, it was rather endearing to hear him go back to his usual formal self. “We can stop if you get bored of me.”

You blink up at him, tilting your head. “How could I ever get bored of a man like you?”

He doesn’t answer, a little bit too bashful and instead resumes fucking you. He sits himself up a little, arms resting either side of you as he gazes down at you as he picks up the pace again. “I don’t think I’m gonna, unghh - last m-much longer.” He sighs through gritted teeth, hitting that spot deeper and deeper in you.

“Me too… fucking stars please fill me with your cum Tech.”

“Why?” He chuckles darkly, “want to walk round the ship with it dripping out of you?” He reiterates what you had once said, making you blush hard.

“Of course. Why else?” You say with a cocky grin which set a fire inside him. He is holding your hips roughly now, fingers biting into your flesh as he picks up the pace - faster than ever and fucking you like should be fucked.

“Such a good girl. You ready for me to cum, hm?”

You nod quickly, begging for his release and with three more thrusts, his cock pulsed inside you allowing you to feel his load invade your body. Then, as he pressed down on your lower stomach as he pushed further in, your pussy complied completely. Stars blurring your vision, your orgasm ruptured through you causing you to make noises you had never heard yourself make before. Tech is a stuttering mess, whispering soft praises as he kept pushing himself into you slowly, making sure that every drop of his seed was filling you out until he couldn’t fuck you anymore.

Your cries of pleasure had softened to a whimper by the time he pulled himself out of you, leaving a sloppy and lewd mess in his wake. He wipes his forehead, panting before he massages your quivering thighs, cooing you until came back down to reality.

“I-I hope that was to your liking.” He mumbled, suddenly feeling very shy as you sat up, brushing your hair out of your face to look at him.

“It was lovely. Thank you for looking after me.”

“Yes, well, I said I would.” He says gently, placing a hand on your knee, thumb tracing over it.

The two of you fall into silence but this time it didn’t seem awkward at all and after a few moments he had asked if he could kiss you again. It was so innocent, hand cupping your soft cheek as he leans in and kisses you so gently that your heart stops.

You didn’t know where this would go from here but by the looks of it, Tech was rather smitten with you. It isn’t long when drowsiness overtakes you both and instead of either of you leaving this time, he drapes a blanket over the two of you.

He’s whispering comforting things to you, maybe once or twice asking for reassurance if he went too far with his words but you would silence him with a kiss and that was all the reassurance he needed.

It was not necessarily the same tactics the others used to get your heart going. Not at all, but it certainly was the best.

Maybe, just maybe, something will grow from this.

There was also definitely no point in Tech scanning your heartbeat regardless, as you’re pretty certain you have flatlined.

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heavyhitterheaux · 11 months

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Girls Night Out

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

AN: leaving Jack, Urban, Druski, and Clay in charge is bound to not end well lmao

Synopsis: First Lady's first girls night after having the triplets, and she has all the confidence in the world in her husband to keep everything running smoothly even if she is a little hesitant at first. Little does she know Jack is scared shitless. This escalates once he loses sight of two of his children.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: my boo @nattinatalia and baby mama @harlowcomehome😘💕

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“Baby, I thought you were getting dressed?” Jack asked as he came up behind you, currently staring in the mirror attempting to fix your hair for the third time.

“I was…I am. I….just are you going to be okay with them? I feel guilty leaving you by yourself.”

“Stop worrying. And besides, I have Clay, Urb, and Dru so I won’t be by myself. You deserve this and you need to get out of the house.” Jack replied as he kissed your temple and you slowly nodded your head agreeing with him.

“But…”

“No. Worst comes to worst, I call 911.”

“Uhh, babe. I hope we don’t have to get to that point. I thought that you were going to say that you were going to call Maggie or my mom.”

“Same difference.” Jack replied while shrugging.

He was putting on a good front right now seeing as that he was scared shitless. He wanted for you to go out and enjoy yourself seeing as this would be the first time you’ve gone out since they had been born.

Jess and B had helped you pick out a new outfit seeing as they would be the ones taking you out for the night.

However, you had all the confidence in the world in him and knew that he would be able to survive without you since you’ve seen first hand how amazing he is with them.

You had slipped on your dress, but couldn’t help to pick apart everything that had changed since their birth and things that weren’t back to normal just yet.

Jack noticed it and came up behind you in the mirror to wrap his arms around you and placed his chin on your shoulder.

“You look gorgeous, baby. No wonder I put three babies in you.”

You immediately rolled your eyes before laughing as you turned your head to kiss him.

“But you can kinda see my stretch marks.”

“And? If someone says anything, I’ll beat their ass. Now hurry up and get downstairs before Jess and B come up in here yelling.”

“Yes, I know. We’re full of hot chips and bad decisions.”

You walked downstairs to see Clay, Urban, and Druski all scattered around the living room while the triplets were currently on the floor having tummy time. You could tell Axel was over it and went to pick him up first.

“DAMN, okay miss mamas. I see why Jack got you pregnant.”

“BYE Dru.”

“I’ll do it again soon too.” Jack replied and all you did was eye him as Axel was now playing with your necklace.

You placed a kiss on his cheek and handed him to Urban, while you did the same thing with Autumn who got handed to Clay, and Ivy who got handed to her father.

“Now you all be on your best behavior.”

“Axel is saying ‘we will mommy’.” Urban quickly answered while bouncing him on his lap.

“Oh. I meant the four of you, not them. I don’t worry about Clay seeing as he has the most sense, but… yeah I’m not worried about the babies. Please call me if you need me.”

“What the? We have sense!” Urb said trying to defend the three of them, but all you did was look at him with a tight lipped smile.

Druski didn’t say anything because he knew that lowkey you were right.

“No, we aren’t calling you because we got this. Now go.” Jack said as he handed you your black Birkin and was trying to push you towards the door.

“Look, my triplets and my little baby better be in one piece when I get back or else.”

“WHAT? What about me? YOUR HUSBAND?”

All you did was give him a blank stare as you heard Clay stifle a laugh from behind you.

“SERIOUSLY?”

“Umm yeah so I love you and I’m leaving.”

“I love you too, and you have nothing to worry about.”

Now Jack had something to worry about.

It was only an hour in with watching the triplets when he came back in the living room and noticed Druski looking around frantically.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Jack asked while looking at him confused while opening a bottle of water.

“Sooo, five minutes ago there were three kids in here, now there’s only two.”

“WHAT?” Jack asked and he could feel his heart rate start to increase.

“SHE WAS JUST THERE!”

Even though the house was baby proofed, you and Jack just never knew with the triplets seeing as their newest obsession was climbing over the baby gates.

“AND NOW SHE’S NOT! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU LOST MY DAUGHTER. YOU HAD ONE JOB, ONE!”

“And your wife already thinks yall need supervision and she was proven right.” Clay added while Autumn was simply sitting next to him watching all of this go down.

“Shut it, Clayborn and you better not tell her either!”

“I’ll tell her if you don’t find them. Then she’ll have to divorce you and marry me.”

“I’m ignoring you.”

“You’re mad just because I’m right.”

“SHE HAS THEM FAST LEGS FROM YOU. NO WAY IN HELL SHE GOT THEM FROM YOUR SHORT ASS WIFE.”

“OUTTA POCKET! YOU LOST IVY AND NOW YOU’RE COMING FOR Y/N? I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE CALLED NAS INSTEAD!”

“I mean… Y/N is on the short side.” Urb added, but now looked down to see Axel wasn’t at his feet anymore like he was less than a few minutes ago.

“Oh um…”

“Urb, where’s Axe?” Jack asked, seeing as now the only baby in the room was Autumn.

“HE WAS JUST THERE!”

“I TOLD YALL ASSES THAT THEY CAN CRAWL AND TO KEEP THEM IN YOUR SIGHT AT ALL TIMES! BOTH OF YOU FIND MY KIDS, NEOW!”

“This is why I’m little baby and why your wife will always love me more.”

“Clay, not now. Just watch Autumn.”

“Yes, now! Have fun explaining to your wife how you lost not one, but two kids.”

As Jack, Urban, and Druski were scrambling throughout the house, Clay decided to put on Fast and Furious for him and Autumn to watch.

Druski was checking underneath the couches

Urban was in the kitchen

While Jack was on his way to the pantry when he saw what was on the television.

“CLAY! She is too young to watch that!”

“But she likes it! And you’re never too young for Dom Toretto. All about family, but you lost half of yours.”

Urban had just come back in the living room and heard what Clay had said and immediately laughed.

“URB! WHERE’S AXE?

“Not in the kitchen, I can definitely tell you that.” He answered as he was now eating chips.

“We need to find them before Y/N comes back!”

“Knowing her, Jess, and Blanca, they’ll be back tomorrow morning.”

“That was the case before we had children.”

Jack went back on his search when he opened the pantry and found Ivy eating some of her baby snacks and was as content as she could be. Jack then let out a sigh of relief, but he was only relieved for so long seeing as Axel was still nowhere to be found.

He quickly picked her while still allowing her to hold onto her snacks and went back into the living room.

“Well look who found one of the lost children.”

“Clayborn, shut up.”

“I should call mom too and tell her about this.”

“DON’T YOU FUC-..... DARE! Just here, watch her.” Jack said as he handed Ivy to Clay who he put on the opposite side of him.

Just then Jack’s phone went off indicating a facetime call from you.

“Shit…”

“Answer it or I’ll tell her.”

“I swear I’ve been fighting for my life ever since your ass was born.” Jack replied to him before answering you.

“Baby! Why are you calling me?! I told you I got it and not to worry.”

“I’m worried! I can’t help it. Are all of you okay?!” You asked and he could see that you had your dessert in front of you which looked like a cheesecake of some sort.

“We’re fine, babe. Just watching movies with the babies.”

“Well I’m on my way back. You survived at least 2 and a half hours without me and I miss them.”

Jack could feel the panic start to set in.

“Wait, what? Already? Babe, you can stay out longer and wait a minute…. you miss them and not me?!”

“I’ve been looking at you since I was fourteen, you can take a backseat for a while.”

“I swear between you, Dua, and Clay. That’s why I have gray hair now.”

“Love you boo bear! See you soon! I’m not far.”

“I love you too, mamas.”

Once you hung up, Jack simply sighed and looked at Clay.

“Soo, how long do we have before she gets back?”

“25 minutes at the most, but with the way she drives, make that 12.”

While Clay stayed in the living room, the rest of them continued with their search.

“Urb, how much time do we have left?” Jack asked while looking over at him.

“She should be here in five minutes so you better make your son appear.”

“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO LOST HIM, NOT ME!”

“And I’m telling my bestie that it was you. You know you two are my parents too and that I need to be supervised at all times.”

“Oh like the time they left you at wingstop?”

“Dru! Not now!”

“Yeah, dark times and I never plan on letting them forget it either. I was ready to get put up for adoption.”

Just then, Jack went over to where the golden girls were and saw Axel terrorizing Blanche and quickly picked him up. He was thankful that she hadn’t bitten him and could only imagine how you would have had some choice words for him if that happened. The huskies were now full grown and one wrong move could come with a lot of bad consequences.

“Axe, how did you even get over here and get over the gate?!”

All he did was look at him and laugh as all three of them walked back into the living room.

“I’m never babysitting with you again, not until they’re ten. At the very least.”

“Whatever wifey asks you, we NEVER speak of this.”

The door quickly opened and you made your way inside to see that everyone was still in one piece.

“Hey, I brought back food! Looks like the little baby and my triplets are okay, so I guess you can survive without me.” You said while reaching up to kiss Jack and quickly taking Axel away from him.

“I told you that we would be fine.”

Clay then stifled a laugh which earned him a smack in the back of the head by Jack.

“I knew you could do it, I had nothing but confidence in you the entire time.”

“At least one of us did.” Dru muttered and Jack shot him a look.

You then looked over at Clay and was confused and he was wondering what was going on and why you were looking at him that way.

“Y/N, you okay?”

“Clay, where’s Autumn?”

“Oh fuck. Not again.” Jack said and you immediately turned to him confused.

“What do you mean not again? Baby, what are you talking about?”

“Umm, nothing, babe. Just go get comfortable while we look for her.” Jack said as he kissed your forehead and took Axel from you.

You were hesitant, but you did as you were told. Once you were up the steps and out of earshot, Jack glared at Clay.

“She was just there!”

“SAVE IT! And help me find her before Y/N comes back down here!”

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metallicaislife · 6 months

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Introverted

Requested by: @dallysnecklace

Genre: Angstish Fluff

Word Count: 1,223

Warnings: Rude Lars(I swear I don't hate him, he just makes a compelling villain lmao), feelings of self doubt.

Solitude is what brings me peace. I can read, listen to music. Do whatever I want, whenever I want.

Then Kirk came stumbling into my life, quite literally.

Back when we were in high school he ran into me in the library. The books I held on to went flying. He saw the Stephen King book I had in the stack. After that incident in some way or another he was always by my side. I was annoyed at first, but the dork wormed his way into my life. Now, years later, not only is he my best friend, I’m totally in love with him. Am I still about as awkward as the first day we met? Absolutely. But for some reason he still sticks by me, even now as he’s living out his dreams of being a rockstar.

Kirk and I were walking to a bookstore, we were in a comfortable silence.

“I like you,” he started, “like a lot. I want to be more than friends.” He continued. My heart was hammering in my chest. I couldn’t think straight. I immediately stopped and turned around.

“Hey, wait! Where are you going?” I could faintly hear him ask as the blood pulsated in my veins. I didn’t stop. Not until I found myself in my apartment. I leaned against the door. I finally let myself catch my breath and process what he said. I’ve liked Kirk forever. And I probably just ruined that opportunity simply by malfunctioning when he told me he likes me.

I jumped letting out a small scream when there was a knock on my door. I held my hand over my heart and opened the door.

“Can we please talk about what just happened.” Kirk asked out of breath. His eyes were wide with worry, scared he’d said or done the wrong thing.

“I’m sorry I speed walked away.” I whispered. He laughed breathlessly.

“I like you too.” I whispered. His eyebrows perked up.

“What was that?” He asked, “I couldn’t hear you.”

“I like you too.” I said again, this time a little louder. A goofy grin spread across his lips.

“Not gonna run away again?” He asked. I shook my head.

Kirk, I came to find out was the best person I could possibly date. He was patient and kind, but he helped me push my boundaries. I became more confident in myself. I mean, at the core I was still me, just with some more pep in my step. I knew I had Kirk to rely on, and he could always rely on me.

I went to the Metallimansion to hang out with Kirk. I quietly entered the house. I went to take off my shoes when I heard Lars talking.

“I just don’t get what he sees in her.”

“It’s not up to you to decide what he does or doesn’t see in her.” I heard Cliff respond. This could be about anybody.

“She’s just so mousy and can hardly maintain eye contact. She gets flustered so easily it’s like walking on eggshells, Y/N is just so annoying.” Lars complained. Okay not about just anybody, this was definitely about me.

“Dude shut the hell up before I punch you. She’s nice, she has quirks just like the rest of us do. Stop being a dick.” Cliff defended.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I silently backed out and went home as fast as I could.

I knew it, it doesn’t matter how much I think I’ve changed, it's still the same. I curled up in my bed and just cried.

A while later my phone rang. I sluggishly got up and answered it before it went to voicemail.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey, babe. Where were you today? You were supposed to come over, I’m worried.” Kirk’s voice came over the line.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Something came up.” I lied.

“Oh. Okay, that’s fine. Could you let me know next time? I really thought something bad happened.” Kirk said.

“Yeah. Of course. Sorry.” I said in an even tone.

“Are you okay?” Kirk asked.

“Yup.” I answered. Kirk was silent for a few minutes.

“If you say so.” He sounded a little dejected.

“Well I gotta go, bye.”

“Wait, I love-“ he started but I hung up as a fresh wave of tears made their way down my face.

I curled back up in my bed going to sleep trying to forget it all.

My head was pounding, as was my front door. I groaned, getting up and answering the door. Kirk stood outside with a frustrated look on his face.

“Can I come in?” He asked. I couldn’t meet his eyes. I simply nodded and opened the door letting him in.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked. I turned to face him, my eyes still focused on the floor. “Please look at me.” He practically begged. I took a deep breath finally looking up. Kirk looked really upset. It’s all my fault. It would be easier if I wasn’t a burden to him.

“What’s going on? Why are you pulling away? Please don’t lie to me and say everything is okay.” He said to me, my bottom lip wobbled.

“I heard Lars talking about me to Cliff. It just reminded me you’re way out of my league and it’s best I just hang out by myself.” I said, wringing my hands together. Kirk reached out to still my hands.

“That’s not true.” Kirk said sternly, “you’re so amazing, funny, and kind. I love you just the way you are. Have I enjoyed seeing you more confident in yourself? Absolutely, it means you’re starting to see yourself the way I see you.” He said, fresh tears filled my eyes. Kirk brought his fingers up and started wiping away my tears.

“I’m sorry.” I said.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Lars was being a dick with whatever he said. Cliff too.” Kirk replied.

“No, not Cliff. He defended me.” I said. Kirk smiled.

“I’m glad. Wanna go cuddle while I tell you all the things I love about you?” Kirk asked softly.

“Cuddle yes, but if you start complimenting me I might combust.” I said, Kirk laughed as he interlocked our fingers dragging me to the couch. He laid down and pulled me on top of him holding me close.

“Any time you start to feel that way, please don’t pull away. Come to me and I’ll give you so many reasons why I love you and think you’re absolutely incredible.” He said, rubbing my back softly. “Oh and I’m kicking Lars ass, no ifs ands or buts.” Kirk said.

“Cliff may have beat you to it, I didn’t stay long enough to hear fists fly.” I said softly. Kirk chuckled.

“Glad I can rely on Cliff to have your back.” Kirk said.

“Me too. He’s a good friend.” I said.

“You consider him a friend?” Kirk asked, he sounded excited. I nodded. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you for weaseling your way into my life. I love you.” I said.

“I love you.” He said, kissing my forehead.

I smiled nuzzling into his warmth. I would be forever grateful for Kirk who came stumbling into my life and stayed, showing me there was more than just books and solitude.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

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coconutcordiale · 2 years

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steady pt three (i keep all my affection in a paper cup)

pt one | pt two | pt three | masterlist | prequel

pairing- rooster x female bartender!reader (no y/n)

synopsis-

You want to tell her you know how she feels, it’s truly unfair for someone to look this good with that mustache. There’s a bead of sweat rolling down his neck to his collarbone and you want nothing more than to follow it with your tongue. Alice looks like she agrees with you.

Completely unaware of his own effect, Bradley just swipes his card.

warnings- 18+ minors DNI, unprotected sex oops, light daddy kink/bradley bradshaw is a soft daddy dom that just wants to take care of his girl this is the hill i'll die on, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), lil bit of praise kink (can i write smut without someone -especially rooster- saying good girl, prob not), breeding kink if you squint but like...don't it's like half a line & i'm scared of kids so it's not really breeding kink idk, no kink negotiation here so not a good example of what you should do irl, brief mention of past infidelity (no current cheating)

length- 5.6k ish

an- i can't believe this is over this is literally the most difficult thing i've ever written, also for real publix sandwiches are the goat i wouldn't share mine with bradley. I’m sorry the end was so cheesy I hate myself lol ok ily all bye

this chapter title is also from only for a moment by lola marsh lmao i basically wrote 15k based on one song that's less than 3 minutes long

You slam the door a little harder than necessary when you get to the rental car.

“Did you get the closure you needed?” Bradley asks tentatively, probably wary of the chaos you know is simmering under your skin.

“Closure from another person is a myth,” you answer firmly. “Only you can give yourself closure.”

“So, no, in other words.”

You appreciate that he’s at least trying to keep the amusement out of his voice as you repeat his cheesy quotes back to him, but it's short-lived because everything feels too small, too suffocating in the muggy Austin air.

You almost don't tell Bradley, but a part of you recognizes you need to get the words out. That someone else needs know about you and Jake so it doesn't subsist only in your eyes, so it doesn't blind you as it disrupts your field of vision, bright spots of an incoming migraine.

“He said he’s in love with me.”

His knuckles go white around the steering wheel, and you raise an eyebrow.

After a beat he relaxes, tone frustratingly even. “Bold, considering he’s still married, right?”

“Bold,” you scoff. “That’s one way to put it. I didn’t bother to ask. No ring, but we all know how you pilots are about rings.”

“Why?”

You shrug. Because it doesn’t matter.

“I want to ask you something, but you have to promise not to get mad at me,” he continues, gaze fixed on the road.

Even though you know you’re unlikely to get mad at him, you grumble anyways. “No promises.”

“I’m not trying to sound judgmental. You obviously loved him. But can I ask, why you stayed so long? Wasn’t it excruciating?”

Loved. Past tense. You're surprised as you realize how true that feels, that Jake has maybe, finally, become someone you loved and not someone your heart still beats for.

“I’ve never been in a serious relationship before,” you admit, softly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “At a certain point, maybe I started to think there was something wrong with me, a reason I wasn’t worth the effort of a real relationship. Like maybe what I had with Jake was better than I would ever get from someone else.”

You hear a pained noise from him, but barrel on, knowing if you don’t get the words out right now, they may live inside you forever.

“It wears on you after awhile. My guy friends are always acting sarcastic about it, wow must be so horrible to be pretty, so shitty that everyone wants to sleep with you. People say it enough, men confirm it with their actions, and eventually, you start to feel like that’s all you’re worth.

You shudder; you’ve never admitted that out loud before.

"I know what it looks like, but it was more than sex. I’d just never felt that way about anyone before.”

Bradley pulls into the parking lot of your hotel, but you’re staring straight ahead, admission having frozen you in place.

“I don’t know how to make you believe you’re worth more than that. Seresin was practically falling apart, and he hasn’t even seen you in almost a year, for fuck’s sake. Those guys that missed out on knowing you, they’re morons.”

He pauses and takes a deep breath, looks over at you and you feel his dark eyes burning into the side of your face.

“Cali, I—if you think he’s being serious, if you want to be with him, I know it’s complicated, but I have your back.”

Any ice that was thawing around you suddenly frosts again.

“You think I should try to work things out,” you say slowly. “With Jake.”

He flinches. “That’s what you’re taking from—fuck, never mind. I didn’t say that. I just want you to know I’m here for you, whatever you decide.”

Your stomach is sinking and you’re not entirely sure why.

“Thank you,” you manage to murmur, squeezing his forearm affectionately before getting out of the car, worried he’ll see the tears forming in your eyes.

It stays sunk as you get back to your hotel room, as you get ready for bed silently, as you bury yourself under the covers and turn your back to him.

He feels miles away in the other bed, somehow farther away than he does with a flight of stairs separating you at home in Florida.

Sure, a mini vacation to a wedding (even if it is to Texas of all places) is a little intense for friends, but that’s yours and Bradley’s thing if you’re being honest. You guys have spent the last six months being a little intense and over-committed. Being the only things to pull each other out of the dark places you longed to hide in.

You agreed to come, as a friend. It’s not like you guys pretended to be dating, it’s not like he didn’t introduce you to everyone as his friend from Florida.

You’re not sure when you started hoping for more, when you started thinking there was something promising constructing itself in the space between your apartments.

Rooster immediately knows it was a mistake to visit you at work. But you’re working the early shift and things have been so off since you guys got back from Texas. It’s like you’ve retreated into your shell, like you’ve put back on every layer he spent months peeling away.

You smile when you see him, but there’s something hollow in it, something not all there.

He’s pretty sure he overstepped asking you about Jake, but he doesn’t know how to bring it up again, how to apologize without making it worse.

He couldn’t help it; he saw how Jake looked at you. Understands how Jake feels, knows all too well the magnetic pull of you, the involuntary twitch of fingers to touch you. But the way you stole glances after you stopped panicking at his presence…well he’s fairly certain you’ve never looked at him the way you tried to hide you were looking at Jake.

He felt all the air empty from the room the moment you two were aware of each other's presence.

Bradley doesn’t know how to compete with a love like that.

Despite all that he can’t stay away from you, can’t spend another night in his apartment wondering what you’re thinking.

Unfortunately, that means he’s in a touristy tiki bar, politely letting a girl chat him up while you busy yourself making sweet cocktails with overcomplicated garnishes just out of his line of sight.

She’s pretty. And nice. She’s drinking a Jungle Bird which he knows you don’t detest making, so he doesn’t feel bad when she orders another to stick around and talk to him. She laughs at his jokes and doesn’t tell him he’s an idiot for not liking The Office. As far as he can tell (given that he met her about five minutes ago) there’s absolutely nothing wrong with her.

Except for the fact that she’s not you, of course.

She excuses herself to the bathroom and you make your way over to his side of the bar, wordlessly putting a fresh beer in front of him.

“You should ask her out,” you suggest. “She’s gorgeous.”

Bradley stalls, blinks twice. His tongue is suddenly sticking to the roof of his mouth. “You think so?”

You roll your eyes. Usually, he secretly loves how much you roll your eyes, the fire that’s always lit behind them. Loves the bratty disposition you manage to express with one little look. He’s always liked how expressive your features are, how he can read your mood before you even say a word.

Right now though, it just makes him uneasy.

“Everyone thinks so, look at her.”

“No—that’s not what I—” he stutters. “I meant, you really think I should ask her out?”

“Yeah, she obviously likes you. It’s not like she’s going to say no.”

Bradley hates the way his heart sinks at your suggestion, but nods anyways, choosing not to correct your assumption that he’s stammering with nervousness over this girl he just met. He desperately wants to change the subject, to make sure he’ll be able to see you outside of the shell you put on for work.

“I have your suitcase at home if you want to get it after work. Sorry, I forgot it was still in the Bronco when I left the other morning.”

When he left for work after carrying your sleeping form up to his apartment, not wanting to risk waking you by searching for the keys to your place, because you looked too peaceful for him to wake up after the flight back.

He forced himself to sleep on the couch, despite how pretty you looked in his bed, how badly he wanted to crawl in with you, tell his students he got stuck in Texas, and keep you in bed with him forever.

He walks home when you tell him you'll come by after Beth takes over, after Jungle Bird slides him her number on a napkin, hoping it’ll clear his head. Sits on the beach, watches the sky darken over the water. Wonders if he should play it cool and wait to text her. Wonders if he even wants to text her at all.

He knows he’s ready to date again after Lauren, has been for a while now, so eventually, he does text, because pining after you isn’t going to get him anywhere.

He thinks he can be your friend, if that's all he's going to get.

He’s just barely gotten through his front door when you knock, sweaty and red-faced.

“Just got back from a run,” you tell him, clearly having seen the question perched on his lips. You’re still breathing a little hard and it’s sending his blood in the opposite direction of where he needs it to be going.

The sweat dripping down into the valley of your breasts is giving him decidedly not friendly thoughts.

“You hate running,” he says instead, brows furrowed.

You shrug. “Did you make plans with the girl from the bar?”

He rubs the back of his neck, feeling awkward.

“Yeah,” he answers finally. “We’re going out this weekend.”

“That’s great,” you say flatly, immediately turning to leave, picking up your forgotten suitcase a little too aggressively, like it’s done something to offend you.

“Hey, wait, hold on.” Bradley reaches out for your arm, tugging gently and forcing you to stop in your tracks. “Are we in a fight right now? Is this about the wedding?”

“No,” you answer petulantly. You won’t meet his eyes, instead staring down at where his fingers encircle your wrist.

“No, we’re not in a fight or no, this isn’t about the wedding?”

“This isn’t about the wedding,” you reply through clenched teeth. “Not entirely, at least.”

He can’t help but let pride swell through him at your words, knowing a few months ago you would’ve lied about being fine until you were blue in the face.

It still feels like he’s taking a shot in the dark, a tiny flicker of hope igniting in his chest. “You told me to ask her out.”

You cringe, face twisting in pain like you just sucked on a lemon. “Only because you were pushing me to go back to Jake! I thought that was what you wanted. I thought—”

You’re breathing hard, but he’s pretty sure your chest is heaving with emotion, not from your run. Your mouth is open to continue when he says your name.

Not Cali. It sounds hard and serious as it passes his lips. You wince and he immediately feels bad.

“Stop,” he continues firmly, determined not to lose his nerve at the hurt crossing your features, willing himself not to get worked up and loud. “Don’t put words in my mouth. That’s not what I was doing. I know we went to the wedding as friends, but it’s stupid to deny there’s been something building between us for a while now.”

Your expression softens and Bradley knows instantly that you feel it too.

“I just didn’t want you to shut the door on Jake out of some obligation to me. I want you to choose me, for me. Not because I’m not him.”

He sees the moment it clicks for you, the second you start seeing how the wedding must’ve looked through his eyes.

“I’ll never go back to Jake,” you say quietly. “For lots of reasons that have nothing to do with you.”

Something inside him unfurls, anxiety sitting in his stomach loosening, but he’s not done, can’t be done, until his intentions are crystal clear.

“What do you want? Do you even know? Because I know what I want.” He grabs your arms, turning your body to face him fully. Hooks a finger under your chin, making you look up at him as he tries to gather the courage to say this next part. “And I can’t settle for anything less. If you want casual, I can’t give you that.”

“I don’t want you to go out with her.” It’s as good as an admission from you, he knows that.

Dark eyes warm as the beginning of a smile stretches across his face. His chest is lightening, warmth bubbling within. “How come?”

“You’re smart enough to do the math,” you mutter, rolling your eyes. But there’s a bright, happy tinge edging at the corners of your mouth.

He’s full-on grinning now, reaching to pull you into him by the waist. He tucks his face into your hair, so you won’t see the giddy expression on his face. “Tell me anyways.”

“Want you all to myself,” you mumble, lips ghosting over his skin to make him shudder.

You might have more to say, but Bradley used all his patience flying today and his hand tilts your chin to him, lips covering yours before you can make another sound.

You make a tiny mewl in surprise against his mouth as he grips you, tongue sliding past your lips and his blood immediately rushes south.

Making a face when Bradley manages to pull himself away from your lips, you look down at your sweaty sports bra. “I need to shower.”

“Shower here,” he suggests. “I’ll make us dinner. You can spend the night, maybe? And I won’t sleep on the couch this time? I promise I’ll behave.”

Bradley sees his hopeful eyes mirrored back at him when he finally takes a chance to look at your face.

Things are so shakily composed between the two of you, that he’s somewhat afraid if he lets you go back downstairs to your apartment you’ll spiral and come up with a hundred reasons not to give you guys a shot.

Maybe he’s being insecure, sue him.

You seem to understand where he’s coming from, the tenuous connection hanging delicately in the air between the two of you. Nodding, your fingers play with the hem of his shirt fitfully before you rush to his shower, like if you waited for another second you might not be able to peel yourself off him.

He inflates with pride at that too.

Bradley overestimated his abilities, probably, when he promised to behave. He didn’t think about how hard it would be not to think about you naked in his shower while he seeks out ingredients to throw together for dinner.

Didn’t think about how good you’d smell, fragrant with his body wash as you wrap your arms around him from behind.

Bradley’s movements are shaky, and jerky when he turns around to kiss you. He clears his throat, and only just barely keeps himself from running his hands underneath the baggy top that hangs off your shoulders. “Is that my shirt?”

You freeze. “I…yes. Is that okay? I didn’t have anything with me, but I can run downstairs…”

You say something under your breath that he can’t quite make out. Your face is completely unreadable and Bradley’s body flashes hot and cold every other second.

“No, don’t, it, uh, looks good on you,” he says finally when he’s pretty sure he’s not going to rip it in the process of pulling it over your head.

Bradley’s taking deep breaths, using grounding techniques. He breathes in through his nose, and out through his mouth. He knows you’re not trying to tease him. You’re not doing anything, not really.

This is Florida, everyone is scantily clad more often than they’re not.

If he’s going to behave, he’s going to have to tap into that self-control he beat himself over the head with every time he saw you in a bikini before today.

It’s just so much worse now that he’s allowed to touch you.

“It’s hard, with you looking like that in my shirt. I want to fuck you stupid,” he admits.

Your mouth drops open in surprise.

“But I think we should take things slow. I don’t want to mess this up by jumping in before we’re ready.”

His cock twitches when he notices the disappointment you’re not trying very hard to hide.

“Okay,” you pout. “You’re probably right.”

You turn to open the fridge, leaning to grab a water and his shirt rides up a little higher on your already bare legs.

Bradley groans, head falling back to stare at the ceiling. “Baby, you’re killing me.”

You can’t believe how much you hated Florida beaches when you first moved. The Keys are beautiful, with endless white sand and clear water.

You convince Bradley to stop by Publix on the way back, with promises of pasta for dinner. You really just want a sub to take to work tomorrow, but you’re not going to tell him that.

The poor cashier practically swallows her tongue when she sees Bradley, shirt open over his bare chest and covered in sand, sunglasses sliding down his nose that’s pink from the sun. He makes sure to look at her name tag and smiles genuinely at her when he asks, Alice, how’s your day going?

You’re going to pass out.

Completely unaware of his own effect, Bradley just swipes his card.

It’d be infuriating if it wasn’t so adorable.

This time you’re counting all the ways he’s not Jake, but it’s a good thing. Jake would’ve preened, leaned into smirk, just so he could see the blush rise on the poor girl’s cheeks.

It’s not that that’s bad, you know you do the same sometimes. Smirking at guys you know are giving you a once-over while you make their drinks, sparkle in your eyes because you don’t always hate the attention.

But it’s oddly endearing with Bradley, how he doesn’t seem to know the effect he has on people. Like he doesn’t fly multi-million-dollar planes for a living, like he couldn’t use that to get any girl he wanted in his bed.

He’s just being mean when you guys get to the car, flinging his unbuttoned shirt off and into the back of the Bronco and muttering something about tan lines.

Your mouth is watering.

When you get back to your complex, you snag his forgotten shirt and form a plan.

“Caliiiiiii,” Bradley sings as he bursts into your apartment. It’s a good thing you never listened to Beth about locking your front door because shirtless Bradley Bradshaw is a sight to behold. “Showered so you wouldn’t complain about—”

You hear him stop dead in his tracks at the entrance to your kitchen. When you look over your shoulder at him those plush lips are parted, eyes roaming over the back of you. You’re clad in one of his marginally less offensive button-ups (at least there aren’t any birds on it), thrown hastily over your bikini.

“How gentlemanly of you to shower for dinner with little ol’ me,” you giggle. “But I have to admit I haven’t had time for more than rinsing the sand off.”

He ignores you completely, tone accusing like you hadn’t spoken at all. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

You consider denying it but can’t fully hold back the smirk forming. “Well, you seemed to enjoy it when I wore your shirt last time.”

Bradley just nods dumbly.

“Anyways, don’t get too excited, this is one of three dishes I can actually make, but I thought we’d…” You trail off because he’s suddenly right behind you, crowding you so you feel the heat radiating from him as he brackets you with his arms.

“Nope,” he says tersely. “Dinner can wait. Turn off the stove.”

He turns you around so he can kiss you, slow and deliberate. His tongue slides between your lips assertively, hands tapping on your thighs as a sign for you to hop backward and up on the counter. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“Wait, what?” You ask, but he’s already on his knees.

You should’ve known then and there he was going to be nothing but trouble.

The first time Bradley makes you come, you’re still in the kitchen. He’s kneeling with his face buried in your pussy, skimpy bathing suit bottoms long flung behind him, lips curled around your clit insistently even as your thighs clutch his head in a way that must be uncomfortable. After all his talk of wanting to wait and do things right, it’s almost funny. Would be, if your mind wasn’t currently busy whiting out.

The second time, he drags you to the living room before you’ve had any time to recover and pulls your back against his chest in front of the couch. The tall mirror in the corner of the living room displays the absolute debauchery unfolding on the floor in the middle of your apartment.

“Keep your legs open, baby. You can do that, right? Be good for me?”

You’re nodding before you even know what you’re doing, head jerking up and down like a bobblehead.

“Fuck, look at you,” he croons in between the nips he’s determinedly pressing on your neck. Barely even a command, you still look up, watching your reflection as his lips trace across the top of your shoulder, mustache leaving red marks in its wake. One hand is busy tugging the strings of your bathing suit top loose so he can toss it out of his way, while the other drifts to tease your inner thighs.

Bronze eyes meet yours in the mirror and he grins, like the cat that got the canary. “Gorgeous, darlin’.” And then he pushes two fingers into you without warning, the stretch making you keen as your head falls back on his shoulder. “You’ve no idea how much I’ve thought about you like this.”

“Ohmygo—Bradley.” You turn your head to kiss him, but it ends up being little more than your lips slotting together and you moaning straight into his mouth as he fucks his fingers in relentlessly, your hands gripping his arms like they can’t decide if they want to pull him in closer or push him away, oversensitive as you are from his mouth.

You sink into him, into his hands, his grip. Let it erase the gravity that keeps you tethered to the ground, let yourself flutter high above the clouds.

You don’t even realize how close you are until he curls his fingers inside you to graze that soft spot, thumbing at your clit. His other hand palms your tit and tweaks your nipple at the same time his teeth close on your neck and you’re done for, letting it crash into you, cunt clenching around his fingers and back arching away from his chest.

It takes you a few seconds to come down, eyes closed as you blindly turn your head in search of Bradley’s mouth. He kisses you sweetly, but briefly and you make a noise of discontent when he pulls away. You open your eyes to glower at him but when you do, you see a filthy gleam in his eyes that warms you straight to your core like you didn’t just come twice in two different rooms of your house.

His fingers are suddenly pressing at your lips, and you watch his eyes glaze over as you take them in and suck, licking your release from his fingers. You’re suddenly very, very aware of how hard he is behind you, thighs clenching at the realization that he’s straining against his shorts, grinding against your ass because he’s so turned on from getting you off.

God, he’s so perfect it’s not even fair.

His digits in your mouth are giving you your own wicked ideas, about returning the favor as you wriggle your way around to face him. It’s a good thing his other arm immediately goes to support you because you’re pretty sure your legs are made of jelly.

He seems to read your mind, or maybe just the way your cheeks hollow around his fingers as you look down to the bulge in his pants, lips already forming wicked promises as he pulls his hand away from you. “Next time, baby. Need to be inside you.”

The high-pitched whimper that leaves you at that would be embarrassing if you could currently remember that you have downstairs neighbors. You can’t, though, so who cares.

“Want you to ride me,” he grunts. “Have to see how gorgeous my girl looks bouncing in my lap. Can you do that for me?”

To be honest, you’re not sure you can. It’s a 50/50 chance your legs will give out the moment Bradley stops holding you up, but you want to, want to so badly.

You nod anyways, figuring odds are Bradley will catch you if you melt into the floor, and he swings around so he can lay flat on the rug. His shirt slips off your shoulders, getting trapped around your elbows as you lean forward to support yourself on his chest. You’re about to fling it off when he makes a strangled noise, hands going to bring the material back up.

“Baby, please.” There’s a little whine in Bradley’s voice that turns you inside out. “Keep it on.”

That sweetness, that little crack in his dominance is way hotter than it has any right to be.

You make quick work of his shorts, biting your lip as you pull him out, his tip red and leaking precum.

“Christ, Bradley, this how you got your callsign?” You manage to mumble as he pulls you up to balance your hand on his chest again.

The bastard winks. “I know you can take it. Been so good for me, why stop now?”

Using your free hand to guide you, you sink down slowly, not bothering to hold in the moans at the stretch of him.

Stars are bursting behind your eyes that are squeezed tight against the intensity of it, your slick walls are oversensitive and shaking already. Bradley’s hands are clenched on your hips, trying not to move before you’re ready.

You roll your hips, starting to find your rhythm, and he groans, head thumping back against the floor.

When he looks back up at you his eyes are almost completely black. “Look so fucking beautiful bouncing on my cock, darlin'.”

He reaches up to grab your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples just to make you squirm even more, before trailing his fingers down to your clit as he starts shifting up to meet the grind of your hips and it’s so much, too much, sending sparks straight through you.

You shudder. “Bradley—da—I can’t.”

There’s something knowing in his gaze, at your pace stuttering, at your half-formed words trying to claw their way out of your throat. He slows as you do, ever so slightly pulling his finger from your clit. “Need a break, baby?”

You bite your lip, refusing to meet his molten gaze, giving only a tiny shake of your head, trying to find your rhythm again.

When he smirks, you can feel it permeating the air around you. “That’s what I thought. One more, I know you can give me one more.”

He plants his feet flat on the floor behind you, giving himself the power and leverage to fuck you in earnest from below. You’re trembling, you know sounds are leaving your mouth, but you’ve no idea if they’re words at this point.

You’re not fluttering above the clouds anymore, you’re flying, speeding through, fast and hard and riotous.

Bradley’s voice is low and gravelly, but he’s looking up at you with reverence. “It’s okay, baby, you can let go. I’ve got you, gonna take care of my girl.”

“Daddy,” you whine, any sense of coherency, shame, or worry having left you two orgasms ago.

The sound that rips from Bradley’s chest at that is rough and guttural, hands going to your hips in a bruising hold. “That’s right, gonna come for daddy like a good girl, aren’t you?”

You’re nodding, babbling, keening yesdaddyyesfuckbradley— You dig your nails into his chest as it hits you. Electricity ripples under your skin, through your veins, dominoes cascading down and hitting every nerve ending in your body. It’s right on the edge of pain, body worn out and spent from tensing and releasing.

“Fuck, baby, so gorgeous when you come on my cock, gonna fuck my girl so full,” he grunts, big hands bouncing you like a ragdoll in his lap.

Even through the fog, his words hit you hard. “Fuck—please, daddy.”

His thrusts get shallower, wilder, before his back arches from the floor, mouth spilling incoherent praise, holding you down onto him as he spills inside of you.

You slump down onto him, the only sound in the room yours and Bradley’s heavy breathing.

You’re falling apart, body trembling and shaking, and you’re still on the floor. You’ve no idea how you’ll survive when Bradley finally takes you to a bed.

“Jesus,” he whispers. “And here I was thinking you couldn’t get any hotter.”

You flush pink immediately, wincing as you move to get off him, wetness sliding down your thighs. He scoops you up almost immediately, carrying you to the shower and mumbling under his breath about making sure to keep daddy’s cum inside of you.

“Oh my god, Bradley,” you whine. “I can’t go again."

The pasta is completely unsalvageable by the time you get out of the shower. He’s lucky you’re willing to share your precious sandwich with him.

When you see your downstairs neighbor the next day, she immediately reddens and turns on her heel to get away from you.

You’re back at the beach when Penny gets a call from you.

“Burning off some energy,” you tell her when she asks what you’re up to. “I’ve had a lot of that lately.”

“Should’ve just let me introduce you to Rooster from the beginning.”

“Who says this has anything to do with Rooster?” You ask, even though both of you know you’re lying through your teeth.

“Nothing wrong with being happy, honey.” You can hear her smiling through the phone.

“I might actually be happy?” You joke. “Is that what this is?”

“You guys are in the honeymoon phase. Every song on the radio is about you, neither of you can do anything wrong—”

“Oh, he does plenty wrong, believe me—”

Penny isn’t bothering to hide her laugh anymore, but her tone is still soft and caring. “It’s sweet. Rooster’s a good guy. He’s been through a lot.”

“He is. I’m kind of waiting for the other shoe to drop,” you admit. “Wish I could just enjoy it.”

“It’s hard. You don’t give your heart away easily,” Penny responds like you’re easy to read, easy to understand.

Maybe you are.

“You wouldn’t be taking this chance unless he was worth it,” she adds when you don’t answer, too busy thinking about how maybe that mask you’ve always worn isn’t as opaque as you thought it was.

Maybe that’s fine. Maybe you really are as strong as you pretended to be with that mask.

That’s the thing about masks. Sometimes you realize they’re more a part of you than you ever thought. When you thought you were faking it the whole time.

“He’s definitely worth it.”

Rooster raises an eyebrow at you, having come back to the tree you’ve taken residence under.

“Talking about my other boyfriend,” you tease, trying not to get distracted by the swimsuit that seems to be riding lower than it was before he ventured into the water.

“Hand the phone to Rooster, I want to talk to him.”

You giggle, sticking it out in his direction. “Penny wants to talk to you.”

“If you think my loyalty here lies with you, you're sorely mistaken,” Penny says, warning dancing all over her tone.

“You don’t have to be worried, Pen.” Bradley looks at you, eyes warm, fingers drifting up your legs. “If anyone’s gonna get their heart broken here, it’s me.”

d a y 3 6 7

You don’t notice the date, but a year since you moved to Florida, almost to the day, you realize you’re in love with Bradley Bradshaw.

As it turns out, loving Bradley is like flying high above the clouds.

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