#it took me ages to press the POST button

[tascha-schwarz]

One Last Chance for the Two

Imagine… meeting Severus Snape a few years after the Battle of Hogwarts

Warnings: more crying here

Part II (Part I >>>)

“So, how’s the school?” he asked reservedly, looking at you across the small kitchen table as you took a sip from the cup that he gave you.

Talking to you again felt so odd and unusual, Snape didn’t know what to say. It’s been way too long – too much time’s been wasted. Too much time’s been spent blaming himself for the terrible things he’s done to be easily reassured it was not his fault. It was, and nothing could change that. Over the years, he convinced himself he deserved nothing but hatred and contempt, and now it was so hard to accept that you were not despising him. Snape thought he’s become a stranger to you, there was nothing left from the man you used to know, so he believed, and if you haven’t realized it yet, you’d certainly do.

“I quitted,” you answered grimly. “Couldn’t stay there. Everything reminded me of you, everything!” your voice quavered. “Neither could I take it in the Ministry. They’re still haunting some of the Death Eaters, you know. Still haven’t caught them all. And your name, it sounded from everywhere, in every investigation there was a mention of you! I just couldn’t, that was way too much…”

He stretched out his hand and rested it on top of yours. Poor consolation. Unfortunately, that was all he could offer. If only he had known how much his life might mean to you...

“When they said you were a double agent...” you paused in attempt to pull yourself together. You could no longer breath, so you had to exhale through your mouth. “You have no idea what I’ve been through...”

Tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why, Severus? Everything could be different…”

“I had to protect you. Keeping you uninvolved was the best I could do.”

“But at what cost!” you exclaimed in a fit of wild emotion.

“Your life was worth any price.”

“Really?” you shook your head in disagreement. “For such a life as mine has become, it wasn’t worth a grain of effort!” you shouted. “My life ended that very moment they said you were dead!” You pulled your hand out of his grip and covered your face. The pain that overflowed your heart was now pouring out in uncontrollable howls and sobs.

Snape left his seat and rushed over to you. He knelt down before you and rubbed your thighs, desperate to comfort you, but actually having no idea how to do it. You had no more power to manage your feelings, so you just sagged on the floor next to him and let him hold you.

“If you decide to protect me again… maybe from yourself, I don’t know… if you say you’re unworthy, that I better not mess with you, or whatever shit you come up with,” you swallowed tears, “maybe you’d ask me first? If I want this at all?”

He stroked your back, your head, clenching you tight in his arms and hating himself for hurting you again.

“Because all I want is you, Severus!” you whined, mumbling into his collar. “All I need is you, all I’ve ever needed…”

Suddenly, you felt his shoulders shudder as his weight pressed upon you, and it stunned you. You held your breath and froze, entirely forgotten about the tears you were shading.

No one’s ever known what a severe heartache was torturing his soul and his mind, what a violent disturbance was raging within his chest – he’s always made an impression of a strong man, there seemed to be nothing to put him out of control. But he was just a human, and yet he broke down. The stone his heart had become, hardened against hatred and misunderstanding over decades, crumbled to dust, exposing a knot of flaring feelings. For this to happen, he just had to hear that he was needed! If you had told him you were leaving, he wouldn’t have flinched, but confession coming from the bottom of a bleeding heart shattered the wall he’d put up between himself and the rest of the world to protect a vulnerable soul longing for love.

Crying silently, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, squeezing you tighter, as if he was afraid you’d slip out of his hands. He shuddered harder, no longer trying to hold back, because he just could not. His tears were your relief, your solace, your assurance that from now on everything was going to be all right.

You didn’t try to stop him, giving him as much time as he needed to cry his pain away, to free himself from the heavy burden he’s been carrying for an eternity. It should’ve happened long ago, before you’d accused him in all earthly sins, before you’d left him, and then you’d probably wouldn’t have to go separately through the hell your lives had become.  

When there were no more tears left, he breathed heavily, still holding you firm in his arms, unwilling to pull away, ashamed to look you in the eyes, embarrassed by his weakness. But you took it gratefully, with tenderness, compassion and sympathy. You softly stroked his head, gasping for air once in a while, but with ease at your soul. Your palms still preserved the memory of so much missed sensation of his skin against yours, and now feeling the warmth of his body seemed like going back in those days when you believed you could hardly be happier.

Without breaking apart, you moved aside ever so slightly just to see his face. He reluctantly allowed you, keeping his eyes low to avoid your glance. Not a single person has ever seen him like this. Revealing his true self for your judgement wasn’t easy, but he found the courage to look you in the eyes, open and honest. He had nothing to lose anymore – he’s already lost your respect, your trust, your love – losing the remnants of his dignity was nothing in comparison to all that.

He looked so lost, so confused, and you pitied him with sincerity and commitment, wholeheartedly wishing to console him, to assure him that from now on he was not alone. There were still traces of tears on his cheeks, same as on yours. You cupped his face and pressed your forehead against his. You smiled, still sobbing, and reached out to kiss him. Your swollen lips brushed sloppily against his, but he accepted it with infinite gratitude and answered your kiss selflessly.

When you broke off, the silence filled the air, but it wasn’t awkward, in this silence there was a harmony of unity, understanding and acceptance. Snape lowered his head, rose to his feet with little effort and helped you up. He turned away, and you heard him sniff quietly as he rubbed his nose. He didn’t know what to do next, how to behave.

“Why would you need me?” he shook his head in disbelief. “Look what I’ve become...”

He turned around dejected by guiltiness and self-contempt, but met your loving gaze.

You approached him. “Just don’t say anything,” you whispered, stroking the strands of hair from his face, and he instinctively placed his hands on your waist. “I don’t want to hear any more reasons why you think you’re unworthy. I just found you and I’m not going to lose you again!” you softly kissed his lips, and he couldn’t resist.

“I’m exhausted…” you let out a sigh feeling your eyelids get heavier. The last few hours were overwhelming.

“No wonder,” there still was bitterness in his tone. Getting rid of guilt that rooted into him during the years wasn’t easy. Snape knew it was him to blame you were in such condition. “Come now, you really need some rest.”

He led you to his bedroom. Tiny it was, just as the rest of the house.

You sat on the edge of the bed and softly ran your hand over the mattress, thinking about numerous nights you were crying your eyes out, while he was lying here, on this very spot, left on his own, abandoned by everyone he knew. You looked up at him. He stood at the door and watched you. Tired, his eyes still red. You knew you looked no better, but you were not ashamed of your appearance. You pursed your lips into a faint smile.

“Will you stay with me? Please?”

He made a step forward, and you shifted to give him some space. Snape came up and sat next to you. You tilted your head to rest on his shoulder. He wrapped you into his hold and leaned against the headboard, where the two of you nestled comfortably on his only pillow. He squeezed you tighter, and you closed your eyes, finally finding peace on his chest.

“I missed you so much,” you admitted quietly.

“Me too,” he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “It’s been not a single day that I wouldn’t think about you…”

“Don’t let me go, Severus, never again, will you?”

“I won’t,” he promised, tightening his grip. “Never.”

You nuzzled into his robes, taking in the sense of his proximity, his warmth, his scent, the beating of his heart. Cradled in his embrace, you felt safe again, you felt alive.  

Snape didn’t say anything; all the words had been spoken, all the feelings had been exposed. He just held you tight, relishing the feel of your body in his arms. A whirlpool of emotions still raging in his soul, he couldn’t believe you were beside. All this time he yearned to see you, but never expected this to happen. Everything seemed like a dream, too good to be true, one of those that brings pain and disappointment after waking up. But he wasn’t sleeping.

“Do you know that you were proclaimed a hero?” you broke the silence.

“I do,” he sighed. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m also a murderer.”

“Why didn’t you report yourself? Nobody would judge you.”

“My name’s already made too much noise. I don’t want any more attention. No, I’ve had enough. There’s no more Severus Snape.”

“But not for me, right?” you looked up at him.

He squeezed your hand, that rested on his chest –

“No, not for you.”

You rubbed your head against his shoulder, curling up closer. Drained emotionally and physically, you yawned and closed your eyes. So many more questions were spinning in your head, but you will ask them later. Everything shall wait. Just one thing mattered now – he was alive, and he was yours.

You drifted to sleep in no time. To the beating of his heart, you slept so well like you haven’t for ages.

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[lethalchiralium]

Dial Tone | Happiness Series

a/n: here we go.

warnings: kidnapping, babies, mentions of pregnancy and sickness, mentions of violence. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+.

summary: It’s the afternoon, rain thundered against your home so you couldn’t hear the footsteps that backed you into a corner.

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“Repeat after me. Stay within sight.”

“Stay in sight!”

“Have fun.”

“Have fun!”

“Don’t play with boys.”

“That’s not fair!”

Simon smiled under his face mask at his four year old, her curly hair unruly after she pulled off the sock cap she demanded to wear earlier. “I’m kiddin’, love. But stay in sight of Mum or I.” He pulled her little hand, forcing her to come close before he pressed his cheek to her forehead. She squirmed and he let go, a mumbled, “Okay.” was the best he was gonna get from her.

Winnie ripped her light coat off, tossing it into her father’s lap before she sprinted away to play on the playground with the other kids her age. Simon watched her intently, detail in his memory how she smiled at every kid who passed her by. She’d wave, begin to speak, and play with whatever kid was in the closest vicinity. She certainly didn’t learn social expression from him.

He sat back on the bench, his spine prickled with displeasure as he tried to relax. It seemed to be reflex for him to be on edge - straightened back, clenched fists, jaw so tight it could be wired shut. It was windy, not too many parents weren’t out and about to let their children play on a Tuesday afternoon; school was in session, plus this park was off the beaten path. Hidden and safe, just how he preferred. There were about four kids playing with Winnie, only two sets of parents.

Your hand then settled on his thigh, warmth pooled in his belly as he looked down at your perfect hand. A bracelet gently hung from your wrist, your preferred metal with four colored gems. It was your latest gift from your husband, it meant so much to you - having the four birthstones of your family on it. He was proud of how you smiled when he gave it to you, upset that he made you cry - even if it was tears of joy. He settled his cold hand over yours, you laughed a little.

“Your hand’s freezing, Si.” Your shoulder pressed against his, his nose scrunched a little as you squeezed his thigh.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, moving to pressed a clothed kiss to your hair. “Didn’t think it’d be this cold. Shoulda worn gloves.” There was a small sneeze, Simon looked down at your lap to see Mellie, bundled up and warm as she watched her sister play. With his free hand, he poked her button nose - she giggled before she leaned back, trying to get a glimpse of him.

You squeezed his thigh again, watching your oldest like a hawk as you gently spoke, “I’ll hate you forever if you miss Winnie’s birthday party.”

Simon smirked. “I won’t.” He wouldn’t miss it for the world.

“Or your birthday party.”

He rolled his eyes, his good mood began to sour but he took in a breath, flushing it from his system. He always knew you mean well, even when you drop things like this, knowing he doesn’t want a party since he swore them off at nine. So, he changed the topic. “Why haven’t we had one for yours?”

“I’ve had plenty of them, Simon. You haven’t let me throw you one. And the ones you told me about, they weren’t good.” You rubbed his arm then looked up to him. With your best puppy eyes, you asked, “Please let me throw you one so I can show you how fun a birthday can be.”

“…Fine.”

“Thank you.” You placed a kiss right where his lips were - no matter the mask, you always knew where to kiss his lips. It’s like they were magnetized to fit his perfectly. “You know, there was this post I read the other day, talking about kindness and gentleness doesn’t need to be so flowery and gentle like the movies.” Your hand turned to hold his, linking your fingers together as you turned back to watch your daughter on the playground. Simon couldn’t tell keep his eyes off of you, hanging on every word you said. “And I thought about you.” There was a moment where Simon felt warmth flush his cheeks, his chest, his hand that held yours. “I think about my 21st birthday and how you made me cry when you walked in that restaurant, you were nervous and your tie a bit crooked - that was kindness.”

“That was love.” He corrected, his voice gentle and low. “I loved you since that day. You were so happy to see me.”

“I was. I always will be.” You squeezed his hand, the one you were never scared to hold. “I think about how you bring me things you thought I would like, and I always do. It’s like you’re in my head, like you know everything about me.”

Simon smiled under his face mask. Not the small smile he would usually show you, the cheek straining smile that would make your face ache after a while. “I always want to know everything about you.”

You sniffled a little, a small laugh left your lips. What he couldn’t see were the warm tears that threaded down your cheeks. “I didn’t spend too much time on the post because I thought about how you were cold to me when we first met. And how you have changed so much since then, in such little time. That…” You sniffled again, leaning your head to rest against his shoulder once more. “That I loved you enough for you to recognize that you’re safe with me.”

He squeezed your hand, pressing his cheek to your hair.

“Just like how you’ll always be safe with me.”

He let go of your hand, moving to settle it on Mellie’s chest - her little gloved hands instantly grabbed his fingers, moving to chew on one of them. He didn’t mind. Your hand squeezed his thigh again.

“Ten more minutes, then I want to go home.”

He nodded a little, cheek still pressed to your hair. “Whatever you want, my love.”

•••

You barely got any sleep. With a crying Mellie who wouldn’t settle down and a clingy Winnie, you were amazed you had gotten a wink of sleep when you woke up at 7am to a cry of discomfort from your baby.

You checked the time, noticing that you had a couple of notifications but tossing your phone back on your nightstand before pulling Mellie into your arms. Her little fingers scratched at your sleep shirt, which was one of Simon’s old shirts, and her little face was buried in your neck. Her forehead felt so much warmer than last night, you were almost instantly in the bathroom - with one hand, you wet a washcloth with cold water. A gentle movement of Mellie’s head and the wince of a cold washcloth on your neck gave you chills. You pulled it away from her nose and mouth, holding it to the top of her head to try and give her relief and cool down her temperature.

“Mama?”

You looked up to see Winnie sitting up on your bed, her hand rubbing her eye as she started to wake up.

“Yes, baby?” You asked, Mellie still crying on your chest.

“Wanna sleep more.” She toppled backwards, dragging your pillow over herself. If you weren’t so worried and tired, you would’ve cackled, you did give her a small laugh. You looked back down at your baby, whose little face was scrunched up as she cried. You were swift as you made your way out of your room and downstairs, hating that you were most likely waking everyone in the house-

“Morning.”

Laswell was already sitting at the kitchen table, coffee on a coaster as Roach sat beside her, eagerly scarfing down a bowl of Cheerios. You were startled a little, not used to more than just Simon in your home. You made your way to the medicine cabinet. “Sorry if she woke you guys up, she-“

Laswell interrupted you. “She’s fine. Don’t worry about her, she’s still a baby.”

That made your heart swell a bit, you whispered a gentle, “Thank you.” You grabbed her medicine, preparing her syringe of bitter liquid while you heard the front door open and close. Heavy boots that sounded nothing like your husband’s entered the kitchen, you didn’t even glance to know that it was König. He was taller and most likely heavier than Simon, so it made sense he would also be louder. You were sure he was making noise to ease your mind.

“Guten Morgen.” He spoke, Laswell mumbled something into her coffee as you sat the baby on the counter in front of you. She sat up, face still stained with tears and her wails turned into whines as you took her little hand - you administered the medicine, Mellie gave a sour look and her eyes swelled with tears again. Not long after, her whines turned into wails again. There was no winning.

You were quick when you grabbed a small snack for yourself, carrying your infant back upstairs. The only plan you had was to keep a cold cloth against her head and debate whether or not taking her into A&E was a good idea. She’s terrified of new people, she’s screaming and crying non-stop, you weren’t sure if the added stress of new people would do her any good. But at least she had some prospect of getting some relief from this.

You swiftly gathered a cold wash cloth, Mellie grabbing your hair and t-shirt in distress as you did, wailing. You didn’t react to the hair pulling, you squeezed the water out from the cloth into the sink before letting the small cloth rest on top of her head. The baby squirmed, squealed, and whined - but the wails instantly ceased. Her tear stained face looked up at you before she slammed it into your collarbone, you winced in pain. “There we go, girlie. That’s gotta feel good.”

Winnie was still passed out in the middle of your bed, snoring away. You brought your baby back towards the bed, sitting down on it so you could keep an eye on both of your girls. Whines escaped Mellie for a few more moments before she finally calmed down, your hand cradling her head and arm holding her to your chest. You kissed her head then leaned back onto your pillows, trying to fight the exhaustion in your body but it was too much. Your eyes fluttered closed with your five year old beside you and your almost one year old finally napping on your chest. With every breath, you felt more comfortable - even with how much your head and lungs hurt, you would always feel comfortable when your girls slept beside you.

•••

“Paying attention, LT?” Gaz whispered from beside your husband. Ghost threw him a dirty look in a casual side eye, going back to marking up his map as Price continued to present on the mission. Ghost’s phone was in his hand, he was waiting for a call or text from you, like you usually do. It’s not abnormal for you to forget, Mellie can get clingy and he knows first hand how demanding Winnie can get.

“More than you are, Sergeant.” He answered, pencil dragging across a section of London suburbs where the target was likely to be hiding. Brent and Tower Hamlets. He vividly remembered finding his father on the streets in Tower Hamlets, fucked on some drug but still conscious to recognize that his thirteen year old son shouldn’t be in London. Simon still has that scar on his forehead from how hard his father hit him that night. The pencil skritch-ed around in a circle, those two suburbs seemed the right area the target would hide in. Easily to slip in and out of alleyways, a lot of drug activities and violent crime. When you’re an outcasted former Russian Mob drug mule, you can’t exactly sip the finest champagne on a balcony in The Ritz.

There was something bugging him in his head. Something he was missing. He had gone through his Ghost rituals in the car on the way to base, then on the plane to the small Piccadilly Circus safe house. Simon was not even a thought in his mind, nothing about Simon’s life was supposed to be distracting him - yet, all he could think about throughout this meeting was you.

How scared you must have been, giving birth to Mellie alone all those months ago. How hurt you were when you had lost your son. How happy you were that Simon finally got to know that you were pregnant again. How you were graceful in knowing he was leaving again. How he could recognize the pain in your eye when he told you, how his heart felt like it was being repeatedly stabbed when he watched you fight back tears.

Simon loved you. Ghost was not meant to love. He was meant to be a soulless monster, but after the nine months he spent at home with you and his children, the lines between Ghost and Simon Riley seem to bleed together. Where the mask couldn’t cover seemed to stay the devoted husband and father, while underneath the fabric balaclava, Ghost was ready to find his prey like the hunter he was.

“Dismissed.” Price’s voice broke Ghost from his thoughts, he instantly closed his folder of information and stood. He shuffled out of the briefing room, his hand crept to his phone in his pocket.

One phone call wouldn’t hurt.

•••

You felt nauseous when you woke up, but it passed easily after you sat in your dry bathtub, cheek to the wall of it. Maybe Mellie’s cold was passing, you wouldn’t be able to function if morning sickness caught you this time. You narrowly escaped it with Mellie and with your miscarried son, so you were genuinely praying you wouldn’t be throwing up every chance your body had for the next three months. Your baby monitor sat in your hand, Mellie was placed in her crib around 9am when she finally cried herself to sleep.

Laswell and Roach had taken Winnie to the park after lunch, which Laswell was gracious enough to make. It seemed the three operators were comfortable in your home, it made the stress of it all seem to ease. König stayed behind, stating that he was here to help with Mellie - which you thanked him but told him it wasn’t necessary. He had a job to do, which was to protect your family until the whole… whatever was blowing over. You weren’t sure if it was necessary that they were there, but after coming face to face with your supposedly non-existent father-in-law, the added security was more than welcome.

You only had one more day until the doctor’s appointment, you had given yourself by mid-afternoon to decide to take your daughter to A&E to get checked out sooner. If she got worse, you’d pack up your self, your baby, and your security detail and go. But now, you were cleaning up Winnie’s room. Making her bed, putting away what little toys she had gotten out.

It seemed like last week that you were putting a ten month old Winnie down for a nap, nestled in her Winnie the Pooh themed nursery. Now her soft yellow walls were a soft green, a color Winnie begged for to her father. He bent with little resistance, now she gets to hang her drawings of flowers and dinosaurs on her green walls. It wouldn’t be long before Simon would paint Mellie’s room whatever color she wanted, then the last upstairs room from its nursery yellow to your last baby’s favorite color. Your hands gripped Winnie’s duck patterned comforter, tucking it up to her pink pillow. You patted the soft object, just reminiscing on how much your life had changed in such little time.

There was barely any time for you to rest in your daughter’s room before you heard your baby begin to cry. You rose to your feet, moving out of Winnie’s room and crossing directly into Mellie’s nursery - where a cool breeze brushed through the room. Your eyebrows furrowed.

The window was open.

Mellie had stood up in her crib, hands gripped onto the side and screaming, face full of little tears. You were over to her in only three strides, pulling her up into your arms. She was still so warm, you were very worried now - you bounced your baby on your hip for just moment before you made a move towards the changing table. “Oh baby, baby, Mama’s gonna help.”

You tried to lay her on the table but she rolled towards you, still screaming and crying like someone was burning her ears off. “I know, honey, give Mama just a second-“

Something in your head clicked. Your hands instantly picked up your daughter, running your hand over her hair to try and smooth her as panic settled into the center of your chest. You needed to hold her, something in your body demanded you keep your hold on your daughter.

The window was open. When it wasn’t before. You did not open it, you would have heard her door opening on the baby monitor if König had come up to open a window. You never even thought it could be opened, you never tried. You took a step back, going to turn towards the door of the nursery. If you get downstairs quick enough, you may be able to warn König to tell Laswell and Roach not to come back. To keep Winnie away.

There was a loud thud from downstairs, your heartbeat in your throat as you heard it again and again and again. The air around you turned cold, goose flesh invaded your skin as you held your breath, waiting for König to come upstairs and tell you it was a false alarm. Mellie’s crying was loud in your ear, but the voice that came from downstairs was deafening.

“Y/N! RUN!”

You took one look towards the door and solid metal was pressed against the back of your head. Your body went still, your daughter screaming in pain right next to your ear. You heard a gunshot muffled by the walls of your home, your eyes squeezed shut as you cradled your daughter closer. With your heartbeat in your throat, you heard a low growl,

“Don’t move.”

••••

Simon pulled the phone away from his ear, watching the time begin to tick as your voicemail began to play.

“Hey love, I know you probably napping with the baby but jus’ wanted to check on ‘er. And you. Love you, see you soon.”

He settled the phone down on the table of the mess hall, a late lunch was what he was used to with planning extensive missions. Price gave him a curious look from across the table. “You usually don’t call her.”

“I know.” He answered, metal fork pushing around mushy peas on the tray. Something was scraping away in his chest, he couldn’t place the feeling.

“The girls will be fine.” Price assured Simon, taking a bite out of his stew. “There’s two operators and Laswell there. If anything were to happen, your girls would be safe.”

Simon glared at Price. “Still don’t appreciate being called in from my paternity leave.” The fork pierced a piece of cut up potato, eyes never leaving Price’s face.

“You didn’t have to agree.”

“If I didn’t, I’d get a disciplinary.” Simon took a bite of the stale potato, it was bland and soggy. “Can’t exactly lose my only income for my family.”

The table jostled as Soap ripped a chair out from beside Ghost, he didn’t even react as Soap dropped into his seat and his tray clattered onto the table. He began to chatter with Price, a happy smile on his lips and he ripped apart his bread roll to place on half on Simon’s tray. Simon took his phone back into his hand, opening it to a picture of his daughters. He gazed at it, tracing the shadow on your hand as it held up Mellie - your engagement and wedding rings glittered in the sunlight. He could remember that small smile on your face from that picture.

There’s no need to worry. They’ll be fine.

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[thealtoduck]

Glass Shoes

Jason Todd x Male Reader

Warnings: None

Prequel to The Socialite and The Vigilante | Masterlist

Summary: Your mother Silver St. Cloud introduces you to her boyfriend’s sons Dick and Jason…

(A/n: Sorry if i’m posting a lot of this but i’m having fun :)…)

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”Where are we going? I thought we were eating dinner with your boyfriend” you asked looking out the window of the car not recognising the area it was driving through. ”We are but me and Bruce decided it was time you and his sons get to meet, so he invited us for dinner at his house” your mother explained.

The car stopped at a gate, your mom pressed a buzzer and soon the gates opened and your mom drove up the long driveway stopping in front of the immense garndeur Wayne manor. Making you question ”Is this what you call house now? Mom, i think dating a billionare is starting to get to you”.

Your mom chuckled and ignored your statement. The two of you got out of the car and she led you towards the front door. You tugged a bit at the uncomfortable collar of the button up your mom had made you wear to make ”a good first impression”.

Your mom rang the doorbell and soon it opened revealing your mom’s boyfriend, Bruce Wayne, ”Silver” he greeted and pulled her in to a hug giving her a quick kiss on the lips. His attention then turned to you and he greeted ”Hi Y/n, how are you?”.

”I’m good but i hate this shirt, it’s itchy” you answered. Bruce smiled and said charmingly ”I promise you won’t have to wear it for your future visits but can you stick it our for tonight?”. ”Okay” you replied as you adjusted the collar again.

Bruce then led the two of you inside, showing you where to hang your jackets. He then led you towards the dining room. The manor was as fancy as it looked from the outside with a very luxurious interior, it had everything from paintings, chandeliers and statues.

You then came to the dining room, it had a high ceiling with a big chandelier that hung over a long dining table decorated with a smooth white table cloth and silver candleabras. As you entered two people were stood waiting for you, it was Bruce’s sons.

If you remembered correctly from what your mother had told you one was named Richard but usually just went by Dick and the other was named Jason. They were both dressed up as well. Dick, the older of the two was tall and handsome, he wore a fancy dark grey suit with a dark blue tie.

Jason was a year or two older than you but even for his age he was quite bulky, he was dressed similar to you, a button up covered by a sweater and dress pants. ”Silver, Y/n, these are my sons, Dick and Jason” he introduced.

Dick was the first one to come over to greet your mother, he shook her hand with a smile and said ”It’s really nice to finally meet you Silver, we’ve heard a lot about you”. He then turned to you with his shining smile and held out his hand.

You took it and he introduced himself in a friendly tone ”Hi Y/n, it’s really nice to meet you, i’m Richard but you can call me Dick if you want to”. ”Hi Dick, it’s really nice to meet you too” you greeted trying to match his positive energy. Then it was Jason’s turn, he approached slightly more drawn back, not as big of a smile as Dick.

”Hey Silver, nice to meet you” he said simply as he shook her hand, he seemed less formal than Dick but not in a way that would be considered rude but in a way that seemed more grounded. When he turned to you his smile got a bit more boyish and relaxed.

You shook hands and he greeted ”Really nice to meet you, Y/n”. ”You too” you answered. The five of you then moved and sat down at the dining table, you and your mom on the left side, Jason and Dick on the right and Bruce at the head of the table.

Soon dinner was served by their butler named Alfred and he had not held back on his cooking for the dinner. The main dishes, the side dishes, even the bread and butter tasted like heaven. Once he finished serving he sat down across from Bruce and joined the dinner.

Most of dinner was spent with your mother asking Dick and Jason questions in an attempt to get to know them better and Bruce and Dick doing the same to you. Dick told several fun stories when asked questions and was good at keeping the conversation going. Jason wasn’t as talkative as his brother and kept his answers short.

Bruce asked you all the regular ”mom’s new boyfriend” questions, where you go to school, what you like doing in your free time, if you liked sports, in that case what kind?…

Overall it was a very nice dinner, once you finished Dick turned to you and asked ”Hey Y/n would you like me to show you round the manor?”. ”Yeah” you said excitedly and the two of you got out of your seats. Dick turned to Jason and asked ”You wanna come?”.

”Sure” Jason said, probably going for the sake of not being left alone with all the adults where he’d be forced to make conversation. It was very hard to tell how long the tour was, the manor was so big and felt almost neverending.

Later in the evening it became time for you and your mother to leave, you both said goodbye to Dick, Jason and Alfred. Bruce then walked you and your mom out to her car. ”That all went pretty well wouldn’t you say” he commented.

”Agreed” she said. Bruce then turned to you saying ”It was really nice seeing you again Y/n, i hope you liked the manor” giving you a light pat on the shoulder. ”Yeah, it’s really cool, thanks for having us” you said politely.

You mother unlocked the car with her keys and you said a goodbye to Bruce and opened the door and sat down next to the driver’s seat, you could see your mom and Bruce give each other a passionate goodbye kiss in the rearview mirror.

You looked away in childlike disgust at scene. Your mom sat down in the drivers seat and immediately turned to you asking ”So… what did you think?” as she started the car. ”They seemed very nice, i hope we can come back sometime, Dick promised he’ll show me how to do a cartwheel” you said.

”That’s good, it felt important you guys finally got to meet, since me and Bruce have been dating for a while now” she stated as she drove down the driveway. Little did you know you would be back quite soon…

——

The next time you saw the manor it felt more intimidating, it was your new home…

Your mom and Bruce had decided to move in together. So you were now unloading the moving truck of boxes containing your and your mothers belongings and bringing them into Wayne Manor. Bruce, Jason and Alfred helped you and your mother carry everything inside.

The room you got in the manor was much bigger than your room in your mom’s old apartment, and that was already pretty big. You didn’t even know what to do with this much space. It took a while to getting used to living in the manor. The sheer size of it made it feel like you were living in a maze of hallways and rooms.

Having a butler that seemed to know everything you needed before you knew yourself also took some getting used to. If ever you felt hungry and were on your way down to the kitchen to make a snack Alfred was already there making you a sandwich and a cup of hot chocolate.

But Bruce and Alfred were both good company and tried their best to take time off their schedule to spend with you. Alfred would even help you out with your homework whenever you needed it.

Jason wasn’t as happy with you and your mom moving in, you assumed he thought it was to early in Bruce’s and your mom’s relationship for something so major. Though beyond your knowledge it was actually because he thought the two of you would be distracting and get in the way of his and Bruce’s mission as Batman and Robin.

Despite you and your mom being unaware of their secret you both noticed something was off. They’d be nowhere to found for a full day and then suddenly appear in the manor as if nothing happened. You assumed the manor was just big enough for you to completely miss their presence at home.

Despite his hesitance Jason still enjoyed your company and the two of you would spend a lot of time together, whether it’d watching movies, playing videogames or studying. You were often found cuddled up together with a bunch of blankets in the living room having movie marathons.

Dick would occasionally come visit from Blüdhaven, when he had the time. He’d take you and Jason out to fun things like taking you to a amusement park or events and parades held in town.

A couple months after you were fully settled in to life at the manor your mom and Bruce announced during a dinner that they were now engaged. Meaning Bruce would become your step-dad and Dick and Jason would become your stepbrothers. And Alfred… well he would still be your butler but now it would feel more official.

——

Though only a couple of weeks later your mom would come in to your room, late in the evening with news. ”Hey mom, what’s up?” you said as you exited your bathroom having just bushed your teeth. ”Come sit” she would say softly sitting down at the edge of the bed, patting the spot beside her.

You’d do as told and sit down next to her, she had a sad smile on her face as she grabbed your hand and said slowly ”Me and Bruce have decided to break off our engagement”. The revelation left you in a stunned silence for a couple seconds before you uttered a confused ”Wh-What? Why?”.

”We realised it just wouldn’t work out between the two of us in the end, i’m sorry Y/n i know this meant a lot to you too” she said putting a hand around your shoulder pulling you in to a hug. You hugged her back and said ”It’s okay mom, i just want you to be happy”.

”We’ll start packing our things in a couple of days, make sure you get some rest now, goodnight” she’d say leaving you to get some sleep but the bombshell she had dropped kept you up that night.

Soon a small creak came from your door making you sit up in your bed and look at the intruder, it was Jason. ”Hey” he whispered. ”Hey, you couldn’t sleep either?” You asked quietly. He shook his head. ”Come here” you said making room for him on your bed.

He sat down on your bed, slipping in under the covers. ”I’m gonna miss living here with you, Bruce and Alfred” you told him. ”We’ll miss having you and your mom here too” Jason said wrapping an arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him in a side hug.

”Look just because we don’t live together it dosen’t mean we’ll never see each other again” Jason said comfortingly. ”Yeah, i know but i was excited to have you as my older brother” you told him.

”Don’t worry St. Cloud, i’ve always got your back either way” he said making you smile despite your bad mood. ”Can you stay here tonight?” you asked him. ”Yeah” he said and two of you laid down in the bed cuddled together until you eventually fell asleep…

——

In the coming weeks you and Jason would go your seperate ways and not see each other for a long time. You’d attend a fancy academy in Europe and Jason would continue his work as Robin until he was killed at the hands of the Joker. However he would later be resurected and return as the Red Hood.

Little did the two of you expect that you would run in to each other at a gala many years later…

#jason todd x male reader #jason todd x male!reader #red hood x male reader #red hood x male!reader #dc comics x male reader #dc x male reader #batfam x male reader #batfamily x male reader #batfam x male!reader #x male reader #male reader #x male!reader #batboys x male reader

[jksprincess10]

White face and black eyes || Joel Miller x reader

Summary: You explore an abandoned mall and Joel discovers one of your kinks.

CW: Sub/dom dynamics, reader is hinted at being younger and not knowing much of the world before so age gap, mask kink, pet names (darling, honey, baby, little girl), praise kink, Joel is rough, a bit of knife play, fingering, bj, riding, publicish sex in a post-apocalyptical setting, reader is cock drunk, minimal editing and all mistakes are mine.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

“I’m goin’ to the right, you’re goin’ to the left. We join in the middle.” Joel ordered, flashlight over his gun as he looked around carefully, an eagle watching a potential pray.

“Fine.”

Part of your exploration consisted of visiting this old mall to find anything of substance. Sadly, in the midst of the panic, everything was mostly taken. Still, you sometimes found something interesting and new to you. Like this little cabin that looked like a time machine you found after walking for a bit. It was a rectangular cabin, the opening covered by a threadbare curtain. Withing the faded letters, you could barely distinguish the words “photobooth”. You were foreign to this concept, being born not too long before the modern world ended.

Carefully, you stepped inside the weird cabin. It was a tight fit. Inside was a weird broken screen and a tiny seat, that could only fit two people max. You pressed the buttons, and a weird mechanical voice made you jump.

At almost the same time, the curtain opened, and you were met with an elongated white mask with an absurdly long dark mouth and equally black eyes. You muffled a scream under your hand. You heard Joel’s familiar chuckle under the plastic mask.

“What the fuck, Joel!”

“Did I scare ya, darlin’?”

“Yes!”

But the more you looked at him, the more something strange stirred in you. Joel was an attractive man, you weren’t blind. But the familiarity of seeing his flannel-covered chest and broad shoulders mixed with the foreignness of the mask on his face made you feel… aroused.

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that?”

“Fuck it.” You mumbled and pulled Joel in the cabin. “Sit down.”

It was a tight fit, but curious, Joel obeyed. His spread thighs were taking up the whole space as you kneeled in front of him.

“Keep it on, please.”

His rough hand grabbed the base of your neck and the menacing black holes looked down at you as he tutted. “S’enough orders, honey don’t ya think?”

 “S-Sorry.”

“Good.” 

You looked down at his gun hidden in his holder as he took his pocketknife in his hand, using the pointy end to keep your chin up. “You gonna listen to me now?”

“Yes sir.”

Joel’s free hand undid his leather belt and you watched in wonder as he freed his strained cock. His hand circled its girth, pumping it a few times.

“Ya want it?”

You let out a desperate noise and with a dark laugh, he freed you, letting you go wild. You wrapped your mouth around his aching cock, tasting the headiness and saltiness of him. You moaned around him, the vibrations of your voice sending shivers down his spine. You kept your eyes strained on his masked face, a mixture of arousal and fear pooling in your panties. You shut your thighs together, desperately trying to gain some friction as you bobbed your head up and down his cock, giving him your best performance. You could hear his muffled grunts under the mask and feel his body tensing, the knife long abandoned on the floor.

“You wan’ more of that cock, yeah?” He grabbed the base of your neck to pull you away, watching as a mixture of spit and pre-cum escaped your lips. You nodded dumbly and let him pull you up, before stripping off your pants and panties.

“Mask kink, huh?” He observed as two of his thick fingers collected some of the wetness on your slit. “Didn’t know ya were such a dirty lil’ girl.” Joel’s calloused digits circled your clit at a practiced pace, and you fell against him, made limp by pleasure.

“Please Joel, can I have it?” You asked between moans.

“Don’t wanna hurt ya.” There was a hint of sweetness in his voice, despite him treating you so roughly minutes ago.

“I can take it!” You whined.

“Yeah? Then don’t ya fuckin’ whine if it hurts, baby.”

You straddled his hips. “I won’t.” You promised.

His big hands held your hips as he let you sink down on his cock, slowly.

“Look at me.”

Your gaze fixated on the white face and black holes that replaced his eyes, your mouth parting slightly as you let him stretch your walls, molding your body to his girth.

“Good girl.” He grumbled while he bottomed out. “Now stay still and le’me fuck ya.”

Joel’s hips moved at a painfully fast pace, letting you no time to adjust. Pain and pleasure melted together in your core and if you weren’t worried about getting killed by strangers in an abandoned mall, you’d scream.

“J-Joel… C-Can I see your face now?”

He slowed his hip thrusts. “Thought you didn’t wanna see it, huh?” He let go of your hips with one of his hands and slipped the mask off, letting it fall on the bottom of the cabin.

“I-I wanna see how y-you look at me while you fuck me, Joel.”

He grabbed onto your hips again and his dark gaze held yours as he thrusted up roughly, hitting that spongey spot inside of you that made you see stars. You struggled to keep your eyes open, but you held your gaze to his honeyed brown orbs, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. Your orgasm was destructive, and his was equally as intense as he stilled inside of you, hot spurts of cum painting your walls.

You fell limply against him, and your mouth slotted onto his, tasting Joel’s new familiarity.

“We might not have found much, but I want to keep the mask.” You chuckled against his lips.

#joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x yn #joel miller x y/n #joel miller tlou #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller x f reader

[alloftheimaginesblog]

webcam {peter parker}

inspired by a post by @dailyau

We're the only two with our cameras on on this Zoom call and you are so pretty AU

character: peter parker x female reader

For college, you had enrolled in an extra advanced bioscience course, it helped to get your grade up and it was only two hours a week. It was a Saturday morning so it took up a small part of your weekend but it covered 10% of your overall grade so you were happy to do so. It was a lot of just listening to the tutor explain things and the PowerPoints were always sent to you afterwards so all you had to do was show face and you could catch up on the reading at a later date.

You were sitting at your desk trying your best to look interested as the tutor droned on and on. You noticed that you and one other person had your cameras on, aside from the lecturer. His name was Peter, you read off his screen. He looked to be around your age and looked as interested in the course as you did. He was tapping his pencil against his lip as his other hang ran through his hair. He was quite handsome, you thought before shaking yourself out of thoughts about boys and tried once more to concentrate...

It wasn't long before your eyes wandered back to the mysterious Peter.

Peter Parker sat with his eyes glued to the screen trying to look interested but all he could focus on was you. You weren't doing the same course and he'd not seen you around campus so he could only assume you went to a different college too. You were... gorgeous. He couldn't concentrate on anything but the grainy image of you with your hair in a messy bun and the way your nose scrunched in concentration.

He cleared his throat, rubbing a tired hand over his face as he tried to stop staring at you. He grabbed his latest spider trinket and began to fiddle with it but it didn't take long before his eyes found their way back to you. You were sipping some coffee was it? Tea? He wondered if you liked coffee, what kind of coffee was your favourite? A latte? Black? Maybe he could take you out for coffee.

Feeling a little brave, Peter moved his mouse so that the cursor hovered over your video. "(y/n)..." He murmured softly, "pretty." His eyes darted to the mute button just making sure he was definitely muted before he right clicked on your video. A list of options appeared and Peter selected Send Message.

For about ten minutes, he typed, deleted and retyped a message over and over again. Peter never did anything like this, he wasn't usually so brave or so bold but maybe it was the coffee he'd downed at 8am but he was sending you something, he just wasn't sure what. Eventually he settled for something and with a deep breath he hit Send.

Peter Parker: @(yourname) hi so this is random and hopefully not weird but it's just me and you with webcams on and i just want to tell you that you are so unbelievably pretty. I'm Peter. Peter Parker by the way.

He waited with baited breath and could see the moment you read the message as a wide smile crept onto your face and your hand pressed against your face bashfully. He grinned.

"Mr Parker," the lecturer's voice sounded, breaking his happiness, "I appreciate that you this Miss (Y/L/N) is unbelievably pretty but please send her these messages using the private function. Right click and select Send Private Message... And do it out with my lesson. Thank you."

Peter's face fell and his cheeks immediately turned bright red, "Oh, fuck!" He hissed as he scrambled up to sit up straighter in his seat. Quickly he hit the unmute button, "I am so, so sorry!" He panicked, "I-I'm sorry!"

The lecturer rolled their eyes but the hint of a smile was on his face as he continued.

Messages pinged in which made Peter hide his head in his hands.

Helen L.: lmao cringe parker

John P: he's right, she's pretty

Sheryl M: i'd die if that happened to me smh

Jadyn A: yo pete sorry that happened my guy

Peter spared a glance at the screen to see that you were fanning at your face, you must've been rather embarrassed by that all too. Peter debated whether or not to send you an apology message, he hadn't meant to put you in the centre of attention like that but a minute later, a message dinged from you.

(y/n): This is how you send private messages, dummy.

Peter: im so fucking embarrassed im so sorry

(y/n): Don't be, most exciting thing to happen today. A cute boy calls me pretty? As Charlie Sheen once said... winning.

Peter laughed.

Peter: I meant it. You are seriously the prettiest girl I've ever seen.

(y/n): thank you peter parker. what college are you at

Peter: ESU, you?

(y/n): NYU. You near Brooklyn?

Peter: Queens so yeah decently close, why?

(y/n): well you can't embarrass me like that in front of the whole class and not take me for lunch or coffee or something right? ;)

Peter: seriously? i'd love to! when suits cause i would love to take you out if youre serious

(y/n): here's my number, text me and we can figure it out

Peter: Amazing! I'll text you as soon as this lesson wraps up

He was smiling like an idiot but he noticed that you were too. The last twenty minutes of the lecture dragged in, his foot tapped impatiently on the floor, he was itching to text you, itching to get to know the pretty girl behind the camera. And as soon as the lecturer said goodbye, Peter left the zoom call and grabbed his phone to text you. He hadn't felt this good about something - someone - in a long time so why would he wait? Why not dive in head first?

#one shot #os #imagine #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #reader insert #peter parker imagine #peter parker #marvel #spider-man #spiderman imagine #spider-man imagine #mcu #prompt

[ihavethedreamies]

Pool Boy (1) | Yeonjun

Choi Yeonjun - TXT

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~3.2k OuO

Pairing: Yeonjun x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Porn without Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Small Age Difference (Unspecified, he calls her Noona), Pet Names (Pretty Girl, Noona, etc.), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! Receiving), Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Fingering, Semi-Public Sex (at work but no one else is there), Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! She's on the pill)

Summary: Getting it on after hours with the hot lifeguard who works at the same pool as you. This is just for context, it literally has no effect on the story itself.

Author's Note: This originally was going to be part of a really long series with a lot of plot, but it was taking too long and I was putting too much plot, more than I had initially planned. Because of that, I cut nearly all plot out and it's still three-thousands words of just fucking so…

None of the parts are reliant on the others, there is just a version for each boy.

-> Taehyun <-

-> Soobin <-

-> Hueningkai <-

-> Beomgyu <-

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

Everyone had left, leaving just you and Yeonjun. You were finishing up last minute stuff in the office, not sure where he was, but his bag was still inside, so he definitely hadn’t left. As you were pinning up a sheet on the corkboard by the door that was the schedule for the next week, you felt a presence behind you. It was warm and you didn’t even flinch when you felt hands on your hips. Yeonjun wrapped his arms around you, hand holding his other wrist, so they rested right near your belly button. His cheek rested on your head, his mouth right by your ear.

"Looks like we're alone." His breath was hot on your ear, and you pressed back into him, your own hands coming to rest on his in front of you. You shifted and he let you go just enough that you could turn toward him, then his arms tightened again. He pressed so close to you you could feel the slight ridges of his stomach through both of your thin shirts. Your head had to tip back pretty far to look up at him at this distance. His hands unlinked and surrounded your waist, his big hands easily covering a wide swath of your middle. Your own hands went to his upper chest near his shoulders, and slowly slid up to his jaw.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, lips so close to yours they brushed over each other with his words.

"I’ll be mad if you don’t-" He was on you. Yeonjun’s lips were as soft as they looked and you groaned, tilting your head to instantly deepen the kiss. One of your hands ran up the nape of his neck into his hair, the other gripping his shirt over the right side of his chest. His own hands left your waist and descended lower till they rested over your ass, and he put his hands into your pockets. Somehow, he pulled you closer and you moaned softly at feeling him completely surround you. He stepped forward and your back hit the wall, the corkboard preventing you from bumping your head on the painted brick. Reluctantly, you both pulled away for a breath, lips still hovering close.

"This okay, (Y/N)?" When his voice, raspy with desire, spoke your name you shuddered. How could someone this beautiful really want you? Just a normal human, not someone who looked like they belonged in a museum as an art piece.

"I would let you do whatever to me." You admitted and he groaned, his brow furrowing and his lips sealed to yours again. The force of the kiss made you groan, and he took the chance to slip his tongue in your mouth. Your head swam and you had never been so turned on just from kissing a guy before. His hands were all over you and you sighed when his fingers crept under your shirt and up your back. When you had to pull away again for air, a ribbon of saliva hung between your lips, and you licked to break the connection.

"Whatever huh?"

"Within reason." You were both slightly out of breath still, your exhales mixing between you.

"What do you want to do?" you asked, your lips still so close they brushed as you spoke. One hand left your back, and he cupped your jaw gently, his thumb rubbing over your throat.

"I want you to swallow my cock." His voice was quiet, worried he was being too forward. You groaned a bit, and he at first thought you were unwilling. However, the fact that you instantly sank to your knees, he saw you were more than willing.

"Fuck (Y/N)." He gasped when your much smaller hands went to the waist band of his swim trunks, and you pulled the garment off and away. His cock sprang free, and he sighed in relief. Big and pretty, just like him. Before he could say anything else, your mouth sealed around the head, your tongue swirling around before taking him deeper.

"Shit~" His moans were pretty too, everything about him was so pretty. When the tip of his dick hit the back of your mouth, your eyes flitted up to meet his. Yeonjun swore once again, resting his arm on the wall and then his forehead on his arm. Seeing you like that made his cock twitch and a bead of pre hit your tongue. What he wasn't expecting you to do next was start inching him even deeper into your throat. He whined and you moaned back, swallowing around him over and over to keep from gagging too bad. He said he wanted you to swallow his cock, so you did, burying him in your throat, your nose hitting the skin of his groin. His eyes clenched shut, teeth chewing on his bottom lip, trying not to move. When you noticed his hips twitch slightly, you smiled as best you could with your mouth full of Yeonjun's dick, and pulled back till you could circle your tongue over the head again.

"Wanna move?" You offered and his eyes flew open to gape at you. When he saw your determined face and not a hint of reluctance in your tone of voice, he moaned. You even sounded excited.

"You sure?" And when you nodded, his other hand stroked over your hair, lightly gripping it to hold you where he wanted. It seemed you had some experience with that kind of thing, because you shifted your kneeling position so you could brace against the floor better. The head of his cock brushed past your lips again and he let out a long whine as you let him get as deep as possible. When he asked for you to swallow his cock, he didn't realize you were going to let him fuck your face. Just the thought alone was getting him close, let alone the perfect wet, hot vacuum your mouth created.

"Fuck-" He groaned, careful to watch when you would suck air in through your nose, making sure he didn't cut your air off too much and too long. Your panties were stuck to your folds already and you grinded against the thick seam of your jeans. Splats of saliva and precum dripped onto the floor as Yeonjun struggled to not ruin your throat, but his hips were hard to control the longer he went.

"Gonna…cum-" He gasped and your hands flew to his butt, holding him in place and he came down your throat. The whine he let out as his head tilted back in relief was literally orgasmic. Breathing hard as you pulled off, you cleaned his still slightly hard cock off and sat back, grinning up at him.

"I…I wasn’t really prepared…" He drifted off and you nodded in acknowledgement.

"I’m on the pill, don’t worry about it."

"You sure?"

"Yeonjun if you don’t get inside me soon, I might start begging. I'm already on the floor." You blinked at him.

"I would like to see that, but a different day. Come up, pretty girl." He helped you stand and turned you around, so you faced the wall again. He pressed another kiss to your cheek as his front pressed to your back, his lips meeting your neck as he placed kisses there, his fingers ghosting over your ribs. You could feel his cock hardening again in the cleft of your ass and you knew he would fill you in the best way. As his tongue ghosted over the ridge of your ear, he wrapped his arms around you entirely again, his right hand cupping your covered breast, the other resting on your stomach above the waistband of your shorts.

"That door locked?"

"They all are." You exhaled, his hand slipping under your bra and tweaking at your nipple. His other hand deftly undid your button and slid his hand into your shorts. You gasped as he rubbed over your cunt through your underwear, the fabric already soaked.

"How long have you been like this, hm?" His voice in your ear made your thoughts fuzzy.

"Fuck, since I first saw you." You admitted and he groaned, burying his nose into the crook of your neck.

"(Y/N), don’t say things like that…" He whined and you chuckled a bit, but you nearly choked on your own air when his hand buried in under your panties, a long finger pressing against your entrance. You exhaled at the sensation, and you groaned when his finger filled you up, deeper than you could ever get yourself.

"Your so wet, noona. Tight." His hips jumped a bit, grinding his cock into your covered back side. You whined when he added another finger, his palm grinding over your clit. He needed to get you more prepared to take his cock. As his fingers scissored inside of you, you reached your own hand back and palmed his dick to full hardness and Yeonjun grunted at the feeling.

"Get inside me, now, please." He complied and you pouted at the loss of his arms around you, his hot skin pressed to yours. He maneuvered behind you; you could hear him take his shirt off as you did yourself. Before you could, he unhooked your bra and he cupped your breasts with his hands, his bare chest against your back. Pressing against you, he stepped forward till the cold wall hit your front, his hands shoving your shorts off. Feeling him bare behind you was thrilling, and while you really wanted to turn and look at him, ogle him, you needed him inside fast. The soft sound of your shorts falling to the floor hit your ears and you whined when the head of his cock rubbed through your folds.

"Oh, god," you gasped as he started to press in. He groaned as your wet, raw heat surrounded him. Yeonjun’s dick stretched your walls with a delightful burn and your nails scratched against the wall futilely, you had to rise onto your tip toes.

"Oh, so good." He groaned once he was inside you all the way. It felt like he was in your throat, he fit inside so deep.

"Fuck, Yeonjun!" You exhaled harshly trying not to clench around him too much, but he felt so good, and he hadn’t even moved yet. Honestly, even if he just stayed like that you would probably eventually cum from him filling you alone. His arms looped around you again, but his hold was more possessive than before. One arm wedged between your breasts, his hand holding the base of your throat. Gently, though, just to secure you. You wouldn’t even mind if his grip tightened a bit…The other arm lay lower, his right hand resting on your left hip, and you braced yourself against the wall with your hands.

"Move, please." You mewled and he took a slow first thrust, the office so quiet that you heard a drop of your wet hit the floor underneath you. Hopefully, you remembered to clean that up later.

"C-can I? I don’t think I can go slow." His nose rested behind your ear, nuzzling it.

"Then don’t. Just fuck me, Yeonjun." You breathed the words out, before his next thrust took it away. Your eyes rolled back as he snapped his hips hard, the thrust was shallow but hard. You threw your head back, it rested on his shoulder as he began to rail you into the wall. Starting to lose strength in your legs, they began to shake, your calves burning from holding yourself to be the right height in that position. He must have noticed because he let you go so you could readjust. You ended up bent at the waist, making a ninety-degree angle. Your hands still held you up against the wall and his hands instead went to your hips. He had to thrust down some, changing the angle at which his cock battered the back walls of your cunt. The head of his dick rubbed over your sweet spot over and over and his thrusts got harder, faster. You wanted to scream from the feeling of him nearly leaving you empty before filling you entirely with a quick snap of his hips. Your head was bowed, your arms above your head, nails digging into the painted brick, chipping it off in some places. Sweat dripped from your forehead, hitting the floor along with the drops from your slick cunt. Yeonjun’s thrusts got sloppier, hard but shallow, his own hands resting on the wall about yours.

"I’m going to cum noona." He grunted and you were close yourself.

"S-s-same-" You managed to get out.

"Ah, fuck!" He was letting out little whines along with you. With one more hard thrust, he set off your orgasm, your walls clenching his cock so hard he fell over as well. You mewled as he pumped you full, your stomach felt hot, but you wanted more. If he didn’t keep going you would have to go home and dig your vibrator out to charge it.

"Shit, sorry!" He apologized, pulling out. You nearly collapsed, your legs like jelly, and he wrapped an arm around you to catch you, then helped you stand straighter. More drops hit the concrete floor, most likely your combined release falling from your still pulsing cunt. Glancing over to him at your side you finally saw him fully. God, he was absolutely divine…and still half hard.

"I can keep going, but I cannot keep standing." You panted, resting your forearm on the wall, then your forehead on your arm.

"Are you sure?" He leaned in and nibbled over your ear as he whispered into it.

"Fuck, yes, please." You nearly keened and he huffed, before wrapping his other arm under your legs and picking you up. You squeaked as he turned around to lay you on the table. The cold plastic was not the most comfortable perch, but you knew that it would be easier to clean than the couch in the break room. Finally, you could fully see him, your eyes drawn to his cock that was quickly getting fully hard. Honestly, you were glad he kept his shirt on lifeguarding because you would have jumped him otherwise. He was so gorgeous, his body proportions absolutely perfect along with his face.

"You need a break or are you ready?" His hands cupped your thighs, pulling them up so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

"I’m ready, hurry up!" You insisted and he laughed, his cock meeting your pussy again. Unlike before where he eased into you, he fucked into you hard immediately and your shoulders twitched, back arching.

"Yeonjun~" You felt your mind going numb, the pleasure tingling through your body. He smirked at your decreasing sanity, proud that he was the one doing it to you. You yelped when he pulled you closer to him, farther down the table. He leaned over you, his hands meeting yours over your head, holding them in his. Yeonjun’s lips found yours again and he swallowed every little moan you made. Whining again as his lips left yours, you wanted to complain, but he laid kisses from your cheek to your jaw, then your neck. He wanted to leave a mark or three but with the heat and working, you wouldn’t be able to hide them. Another time. He slowed his thrusts suddenly and you were going to protest, but his hands looped over your thighs again and he forced a squeal out of you when he folded your legs up, your ankles by his ears. He smirked and you were glad for your flexibility, and his hips began to pummel yours, the table shaking under you. When his eyes left your cunt, swallowing his fat cock, and went to your face he chuckled. You were gone, cock drunk and drooling. He had no idea you would get that far gone, not with your confident and bold personality. You were going to drive him crazy.

"Feel good, pretty girl?" Yeonjun stood back up straight, your legs coming off his shoulders so he could notch your knees over his elbows. Each roll of his hips allowed his pelvis to hit your clit, and he would grind hard into you as deep as he could each time. Your moans got louder, your walls pulsing and clenching again; he could tell you were nearly there.

"Yesss~"

"My cock really that good?"

"Oh, fuck, yes!"

"Couldn’t wait for me to fuck you, huh noona?" His words went straight to your head and cunt, but you weren’t able to say much back but ‘yes’ and nonsense babbling.

"I should always take second shift, wait till everyone else leaves, then fuck you on every surface in here~" He sighed with a slight moan as your pussy fluttered around his cock.

"You would like that, huh noona?"

"Fuck, yes!" You mewled and his thumb met your clit and with one stroke you fell apart again.

"Ah, ‘Jun~!" You clenched him tight, and he felt your cunt overflow and drip from your release. He wanted to hold back, but you felt so good, he was a goner when your legs wrapped tighter around him, not letting go.

"Fuck, I’m gonna cum again." Yeonjun groaned, pumping his hips hard two more times and spilling inside of you again. He fell forward, catching himself on his hands by your head. As your highs came down you pondered how you were going to get home with your shaky and numb legs.

"I’ll," he chuckled, "I’ll help you clean up." He pulled out of you, and you keened at the loss.

"Stay there a sec." He went and got some paper towels and cleaned himself before putting his shorts back on. You closed your eyes, breathing hard and you flinched when he brought a damp towel to your core.

"I make a mess?" You laughed, nearly sounding drunk.

"Pfft, no I did." Yeonjun chuckled and when he decided you were properly cleaned up, he helped you sit up on the table. You wobbled a bit sleepily and he brought you your discarded clothing.

"You’re so sweet." You cooed which made him smile, then he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"We also made a mess on the floor and over there…" He grimaced jokingly and you laughed yourself. Despite your shaky muscles, you were able to get dressed and help him clean. You disinfected just in case since it was a public area. It was nearly eleven by the time you were ready to lock up and leave and he stood beside you as you locked the gate.

"(Y/N)?" His voice was soft, and you turned to look at him.

"I just…I understand if you don’t want like…" He licked his lips, nervous, "I won’t just stop talking to you now that you let me- I mean-" He was stammering, his face red and you thought it incredibly endearing. He had literally just rearranged your insides and was now bashfully rambling. Stepping closer, you grabbed his hands where it was fiddling with his bag strap.

"Yeonjun, you are so sweet. If you want to just stay friends?"

"No! I mean…I want more but if you don't don't push yourself." He cleared his throat, looking intensely at your linked hands.

"I'm not pushing myself." You smiled up at him and his nerves flew away, his lips pulling into a smile himself.

"Thank God."

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Llama, Llama Baby Drama | Wenclair One-Shot for @based7100

Summary: Enid gets an emergency call to babysit on a date night. When Wednesday shows up with intentions of having it anyway, they have a much-needed conversation about their future. (separate from my established Wenclair universe in CftF or Black Menagerie) WC: 4,979 (STILL UNDER 5K OKAY) Rated: All Ages

trigger warning: a baby

Prompted by @based7100, "Wednesday and Enid having the do you want kids talk" as part of my >5k writing (post-taxes) challenge

“Why is it sticky?” Wednesday asked with a grimace as Enid tickled the baby that was perched on her hip. The infant gave a loud squeal of laughter that drew a deeper cringe from Wednesday at the sudden pitch.

“She is sticky because she just ate, and I didn’t want you breaking and entering and setting off the home alarm! You’re lucky I have werewolf hearing, otherwise I would have made you be the one to settle her down.” Enid said with a smile of exasperation, opening the door wider, allowing Wednesday entry to a townhouse. Enid pressed buttons on a keypad when Wednesday came into the doorway of the space with some agitated trepidation. Monsters, serial killers – entering the lair of either would’ve brought her glee, but entering the space of an eight-month-old was like being dropped into a hostile landscape without adequate preparation.

She noted Enid in her stocking feet and untied her boots, staring up at Enid and the little she with unblinking eyes, attempting to assert her dominance in the small person’s home. Enid just rolled her own and gave Wednesday a peck on the cheek as she stood tall again, clutching her backpack strap. Enid looked at the entryway clock and added, “I’m going to get her cleaned up – it’s close enough to time – I’m going to get her in the bath if you wanna just make yourself comfortable! You’re like, forty minutes early, so don’t blame me that you’re bored!” The baby stuck her entire fist into her mouth, gurgling while a trail of saliva slipped her all the way down to her elbow. Again, Wednesday was sure she made a face, unable to help her disgust.

Make yourself comfortable was quite a loaded statement, as Wednesday didn’t have a portable bed of nails handy. She and Enid had their third Saturday night date cancelled in a row; the last minute “emergency” babysitting request coming through from a Normie family she’d made friends with in Jericho (really, Wednesday considered grandma falling down the stairs more of a coming of age event than an emergency) dampening a makeup date from a makeup date. Unable to tolerate three weeks in a row of a Saturday night without her girlfriend, Wednesday had cautiously accepted the invitation to come over after the baby was in bed. The child’s mother had said that was acceptable – and though she feared becoming a 80s movie babysitter cliché of making out on the couch while there was a killer outside, she’d taken the chance as the next week was supposed to be just as busy for the seniors at the end of their school year as they’d all been. (It was unlikely the house had a landline for anyone to ask if Enid had checked on the baby, anyway.)

Enid disappeared with her down the hall, using a different tone in her voice than usual to talk to the baby, who obviously couldn’t comprehend what she was saying regardless of her cadance. Staring after them for a long minute, Wednesday gave a tiny blink and took a look around – finding a stereotypical portrait of a family sitting in a field of leaves with their infant from the fall. The picture-perfect matchy-matchy white, suburban American aesthetic completely draining her before she even properly entered the home.

Exiting the foyer into the living area, she recoiled a touch at the explosion of color and plastic toys. Wishing she’d brought Thing to put him to work, she thought about perching herself on the edge of the wooden rocker in the room, not touching anything when she realized – if she didn’t pick up the toys while Enid was picking up the baby, it would just be that much longer before they’d be able to sit together on the plush loveseat under the window.

Wednesday let out a silent sigh, dropping her shoulders, taking a sharp glance around trying to figure out the organizational method when she realized – there wasn’t one. Unable to tolerate such a disaster, she began sorting the toys into piles, little rubbery blocks with forever chemicals laced into them together, tiny plastic people that probably had lead in the paint, and stuffed animals that had polyurethane filling which would outlive them all.

She found a few collapsible baskets that had never been put together near a stack of unopened mail on a bench, keeping everything separate as she got it off the floor. She rolled up the blankets, then went so far as to wipe down the tabletop when she couldn’t identify the crusty material that was gathered on top, using a deplorable smelling baby wipe.

It seemed like Enid at least hadn’t been forced to make anything for the baby, as there was just a spoon and a little plate in the sink and cleaning off the high chair tray. (Wednesday could handle blood spatter, entrails, and digging through bones, but honestly – the mush and droll were going to push her over the edge.) After putting everything that seemed dirty in the dishwasher, Wednesday followed the sounds of splashing and giggles to the bathroom down the hall.

Enid was on her knees in front of a tub, where the baby was in some sort of special seat. Not sure if she needed to avert her gaze for privacy, Wednesday almost disappeared but Enid shook her head, “You can come in! It’ll be a few minutes. Bailey loves to play in the water!”

Bailey. That was surely, the name of a dog, not a human child. Certainly – not an adult someday who needed to enter the workforce someday.

Avoiding yet another dramatic sigh out her nose, Wednesday hovered, her arms crossed as she stared the child down, who dropped her silly little face full of joy at the leer. Bailey frowned severely, suddenly – and Wednesday took the cue to leave, wandering into the baby’s nursery.

The room was surprisingly neutral, which Wednesday did appreciate with the lack of stereotypical pink. The baby’s crib was simple, and though Wednesday might’ve joked about smothering Enid in her sleep the first day they’d met, she knew that it was important to just keep a fitted sheet on so the baby didn’t manage to do so to themselves. There was a second rocking chair – a glider, in the corner, a small bookshelf, overflowing with titles, a dresser that seemed to be doubling as a changing table, based on the diapering supplies, and a few unopened boxes of toys that she probably wasn’t developmentally prepared to play with stacked in the corner. The walls had simple wooden, cut-out letters that read the girl’s name, and three photos above the dresser of her with the family, a few peel-and-stick bunnies at her eye-level beneath them.

Wednesday squatted down to examine the child’s literature selection, shaking her head in disapproval. How did they expect to raise a well-rounded child if she lacked the classics? There wasn’t a Homer, Miguel de Cervantes, Shakespeare, Stephen King, or even a single Orwellian novel on display. Her own father had been sure to get through all of the works of Poe and War and Peace before Wednesday had even left the womb!

Pulling out a few titles that didn’t sound horrendous, Wednesday shook her head at the modern children’s literature; thinking it was a damn shame that some of the best sellers clearly had no concept of rhythm. What a chore some of the books would be to have to read aloud, a near burden and waste of a tree’s time on earth.

She sat in the glider with a stack, ready to provide Enid with what she hoped would be interpreted as a humorous, critical review of some of the books, when her girlfriend came in with the baby all wrapped up in a towel, cheeks rosy – but significantly cleaner. “Forgive me, baby Bailey – I was so rude not to properly introduce you. This is Wednesday. Don’t mind the glare, that’s her friendly one.”

Wednesday was about to start her joke reception of Brown Bear, Brown Bear but Enid kept talking. She took out a yellow onsie with ducks on it, placing Bailey on her back on the changing pad, giving that same high, fake voice that was just so grating, even from someone she loved. “Okay, sweet baby – let’s get all dry…yeah, we’ll dry your little feet-feet-feet,” The baby kicked and laughed while Enid kept going, rubbing the towel along her. “And your legs-legs-legs,” She shifted into sing-song, “And your belly-belly-belly, and your arms-arms-arms…”

It went on for so long. Wednesday just continued to watch the spectacle, as she started with a disposable diaper and then worked her into the front-zipper pair of baby pajamas. “All done!” She waved her hands in a way that Wednesday knew was sign-language, and the baby copied it. Enid kissed her all over her face, making Baily whirl in happy sounds and Wednesday was sure, she was glowering, unable to help her jealousy – even if it was a baby she was being paid to watch getting Enid’s physical and emotional attention.

Finally, Enid completed the scene, looking at Wednesday with a seriously sort of expression. “We’re almost done. Can you hang in there?” She asked, using nearly the same voice that she had for the baby. Practically growling, she was about to stand up, when Enid developed an evil sort of twinkle in her eye and came forward, depositing Bailey suddenly onto Wednesday’s lap. Thankfully – she had some sort of protective instinct, and her reflexes kicked in before she could let the baby fall backwards. She went to make a snide, argumentative comment, but Enid just wasn’t having it. “Start reading to her, I’ll make her bottle, and we can be done in half the time.”

“Enid – I can’t –!?”

“Read?” She teased sassily, putting her hands on her hips, perching a brow. “Nice try. Here, she loves this one,” She reached down to a paperback (the very feeling of the thin cardboard cover making Wednesday’s skin crawl) with a worried looking farm animal on top.

Before she could protest again, Enid adjusted Bailey more in Wednesday’s lap, putting her back closer to her chest. Bailey looked at Wednesday with as much certainty as she returned, looking like she was about to cry. “Start reading and she’ll totes be fine.”

“Enid, I swear –”

At the empty threat, Enid dashed out of the room and down the hall. Wednesday let out a breath, grumbling, “Llama, Llama, Red Pajama…creative. Endlessly, creative.”

With a sigh, she started to read and Bailey settled at the familiar rhyme. Wednesday followed through, managing to go for the first few pages until she read, “Llama, Llama, red pajama feels alone without his mama. Baby Llama wants a drink…oh, no. No, no, no. This Llama is playing games with his caregiver and she needs to ignore him before she develops horrific behavior cycles that take years to break. Next thing she knows, she’s going to have nine-year-old llama walking in on mama and dada llama fornicating and traumatizing him like Pugsley because they never put an end to his bedtime drama. Oh, llama, drama – I suppose that’s nearly clever.”

Sighing, she flipped through the pages to find that indeed, the mother gave into the child’s tantrum and Wednesday snapped the book shut. Reaching into a stack, she pulled out another title. “Fine, Corduroy. At least Lisa understands that the value of something doesn’t lay necessarily in the perceived perfection of it, but in what it means to the individual. This is a better message for you to internalize.”

With that, she found herself actually gliding the chair back and forth, starting and finishing the story. Bailey yawned and gave a clap at the end, looking up at Wednesday, squeezing her hands open and shut.

Enid gave an amused chuckle from the doorway, shaking a bottle. “It’s right here, sweet girl.” Bailey kicked her little feet and reached her hands for it. Enid gave her the bottle and she held it with one hand, using the other to twirl at her own, light-brown hair as her eyes instinctively went half shut, but turned back to the book. Wednesday tried to hand her over, but Enid winked. “I think you’ve got this. Look, she’s relaxing on you!”

“I don’t like this,” Wednesday grumbled, but didn’t fight it too hard, not wanting to make the baby choke. In general, she wasn’t about to be the good Samaritan to help somebody experiencing that in public, as it seemed like a solid natural consequence, but she didn’t want to be the reason that Enid lost her babysitting gig. (She stubbornly refused to always allow Wednesday to pay for things and insisted on odd jobs around town to make her own money.)

“You’re doing great,” Enid promised, kneeling at her side, putting a hand on Wednesday’s knee. “It’s good to challenge yourself to do things that make you uncomfortable.”

She flickered her gaze down to the hand on her knee, wishing it were elsewhere on her body… “Give me another book,” She demanded as the baby was practically guzzling her bedtime bottle.

With two more selections (far better choices for her interest level of reading aloud to an infant – though she swore, if she ever ended up coming again, she’d bring some proper literature), Wednesday closed the third story up and looked at Enid, who was looking at her with…

…fondness? Desire? She couldn’t quite read the emotion. As the baby finished, Wednesday passed her over to Enid, where she curled instinctively into her neck, holding onto her shoulder with a contented sigh. Watching the sight herself for a long moment, she started to feel a strange discomfort and took the empty bottle, excusing herself as Enid started to pat her back and rock her to sleep.

With simple deduction in the kitchen that the bottle required to be hand-washed, Wednesday completed the task, then found Enid’s phone on counter. Unlocking it and logging into her own account for a food delivery application, she placed an order for a local favorite that was still open at the evening hour, and wrote threatening instructions not to knock or ring the bell. If that baby woke once it was placed in the crib, so help her…

It was hardly ten minutes later that Enid stepped out of the room with a little monitor in her hand, placing it on the end table that had little rubber bumpers on the corners, giving a stretch and a yawn before looking at the stiff-sitting Wednesday fondly.

“Hey,” She greeted, plopping herself down on the loveseat, turning right into her.

“Howdy,” Wednesday spoke in reply. “Is the small gremlin asleep?”

Rolling her eyes again, Enid put a hand on Wednesday’s cheek, turning it towards her to press a long, sweet kiss on her lips. “She’s out. Thanks to your help. I appreciate it.”

“I have been told I have a soothing reading voice,” Wednesday spoke of herself, squaring her shoulders a little bit. “I would still prefer to have been at the steakhouse and then stargazing in the cemetery with you, though.”

“I know,” Enid wrinkled her nose. “I’m sorry. I’d usually say no to a same day request – but nana in the E.R. is a pretty valid reason. Imagine poor Bailey stuck there with them all night? She’d have been miserable.”

“You seem to do a good job at keeping her happy. I claim she’s still sticky, though.”

“Wednesday, she’s a baby,” Enid gave a tired chuckle, leaning back on the couch, intertwining their hands. “Thank you for being willing to even come over. I thought you might give me the silent treatment tonight.”

“I considered it,” She said honestly. “But…with time fleeting from us so quickly these days, only a month left until graduation – it seems prudent to spend as much time together as we possibly can, even if it includes minors.”

“Hopefully it’s a one-time thing. I told Bailey’s mama when I got here, I think that emergencies-pending, I’m tapping out for the rest of the year. There’s way too much fun left to be had and I don’t want to regret missing out for cash.”

“As I have repeatedly insisted, it is unnecessary. But I understand the desire to be productive and contribute to capitalism in your own way. I do hope you told her, she’s not allowed to have any emergencies next weekend.”

Giving almost a purr of a sound, Enid traced Wednesday’s jaw. “Not when I’ve convinced you to be my date to the Dark Prom.”

“As if I’d let you go alone,” Wednesday let out a little breath through her nose. “I’ve ordered dinner, so we can still have a touch of our date tonight as well.”

“Thank you,” Enid said quietly, kissing her again. “Hey…while we wait for that…let’s chat, since the topic is indirectly here, anyway.”

At the sound of sincere need for a challenging conversation, Wednesday’s defenses immediately went up. “Or I could pull you onto my lap and have you put your tongue in my mouth.”

“Well, I’m going to do that, anyway,” Enid giggled, straddling her to prove the point, giving her a long kiss. Thinking she was off the hook, Wednesday went to slide her hands along her back, just above her hot-pink pants, when Enid caught them and brought them together near her chest, pushing a kiss to her fingers. “We should talk.”

“We should keep doing that.”

“I’m serious,” Enid said quietly. “Look, I love you, so much. But – you’ve been very clever and used incredible evasive tactics each time we’ve tried to have a chat on any sort of serious front like the one that we really need to.”

Feeling trapped, Wednesday’s heartrate doubled in speed and she had to exercise every molecule of self-restraint she had not to shove her girlfriend to escape the situation. “I know, you’re not afraid of anything, but the future…it’s nerve wracking to think about. And, unfortunately – it’s really only a month away. I love you. I know that I love you, and I know that you love me, too. But we do need to start talking about what we want in life beyond just that we love each other. For your mom and dad, it was so easy – as they graduated Nevermore, they just ran off on trips and quests and got married and had more fun than they knew what to do with. We already know that our lives are going to be different than that. So…I just want to talk about that, a little bit – before we makeout anymore, okay?”

“Enid…” Wednesday tried to avoid her gaze. “I didn’t come over her to make things difficult, I thought since you would put the baby to sleep by seven-thirty, we could just spend time together-”

“We are. We will. But…Wednesday – do you want to have babies with me someday?”

Feeling like the springs in the couch cushions had just given out, popped her off and through the roof – Wednesday knew the color drained right out of her face, her eyes glazed over and when no words could form in her throat –

“Hey, hey…” Enid put her hands on her cheeks, snapping her awareness back. She pushed a sweet kiss to Wednesday’s lips and tilted her head. “Stay with me. I think that I’ve got my answer.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Wednesday responded with far more hostility than she needed to.

“Okay, okay…” Enid lifted her hands up in defense and sighed. “I’m sorry. That was so not a good way to lay that out there. But I’ve been trying to ask you more direct questions for months and you always avoid them, Wednesday. It’s frustrating! I want to plan for the future, and I want a future with you. I just want to know what that means.”

Wednesday swallowed thickly, trying not to feel overwhelmed and guilty. Her pulse was throbbing in her ears, her palms were sweaty –

“I told my mother that I would never be like her. I would never be a housewife, or a mother.”

There was a flicker on Enid’s face. Barely there, but obvious to the girl who knew her the most, who knew her the best, who loved her more than she’d ever thought possible.

“I mean, we’d be working, no doubt,” Enid said through a bubble of barely concealed emotion. “I can’t see you ever just wanting to sit about at home, and even if you were, you’d be writing or composing music or solving contracted murder cases, for sure…”

Cutting off her ramble as guilt was the next emotion that she started to experience, Wednesday hated how her harsh could snap out Enid’s light so quickly, even when she tried to hide it. “I…didn’t mean…Enid, when you just throw these things at me, I’m bound not to have an eloquent speech planned.”

“Well,” Enid shrugged, biting her lip. “We’ve talked about being married. That it might be possible for us. Just know – I’m open to having a family with you. Whether that’s us and a disembodied hand and a one-eyed cat, or us and a little…human-person, you know, I’m open to it. Just so you know.”

Getting a little lost in her comment, Wednesday popped a questioning brow. “Why would the cat only have one eye?”

Enid recoiled a little. “You seriously think you’d have a normal pet? Be real, Wednesday. The one-eyed cat would be a sign that he’s a street fighter. That’s way more your style than a cuddly, perfect Persian.”  

Wanting to acknowledge the other part of Enid’s sentence, she found words locked in her throat again. She gave a shrug and balled her hands into fists at either side of Enid’s ankles on the couch.

“We know we have the next four years together, so like – this isn’t a convo that has to happen right now, I guess. I’ve just…read, that the longer a couple takes to talk about their wants and desires for the future, the more challenging it is if those things are different from one another. I don’t want things to be challenging with you. I love you. And I want to know – your wants, so that…I can prepare myself for making them happen.”

She leaned forward and initiated a kiss and Wednesday immediately felt her heart rate drop. After letting it go on long enough that her hair was a little messy in the back from Wednesday’s wandering hands, Enid pulled away with a wink, wanting to check the baby monitor. “Oh, she’s out. I had her outside until just before she needed dinner. The fresh air always does that.”

Just as Wednesday was about to try and tug her in for more affection, an alert on Enid’s phone indicated that the food had arrived. She deactivated and reset the alarm after securing it in her hands. “It’s no steak, but carne asada will totally do instead of whatever frozen post-partum diet food Bailey’s mama has in the freezer. Ick.”

Wednesday rolled her eyes. “A mother feeling pressure to return to her pre-pregnancy size is such a horrific societal pressure that needs to be popped.”

Enid brought them plates and forks, giving an approving sigh. “I know, right? Like – you just grew a whole-ass human! Give yourself a minute, mama – you just performed a miracle, and you should appreciate your body.”

Biting back a comment befitting her father of appreciating Enid’s body, Wednesday thanked her for the dinnerware and served them, listening to Enid blather about how excited she was for the following weekend and all the songs she hoped the DJ would play, singing a few dramatically to remind Wednesday of how they went (as if she could forget the earworms).

After taking care of the dishes and putting the leftovers in the fridge, Wednesday knelt in front of Enid as she flipped through a streaming app, knowing it would be some time before she landed on something for them to watch.

When she put her hands on Enid’s knees, the same way that Enid had done when she was rocking the baby, Wednesday locked eyes on hers. Enid dropped the remote. “You okay?” She asked in a serious, worried way, rubbing her shoulder.

Nodding, Wednesday let out a breath through her nose and shrugged. “I’m open…to whatever feels right for us.”

Enid lowered her hand from her shoulder to take Wednesday’s both in hers. “You don’t have to say that just because I said it first,” She promised. “I meant it as in, there’s no pressure, like - one way or the other. I’m serious. I just want a life with you.”

“What if we found a two eyed cat…and a one-eyed child at the same time?”

Blinking, Enid smirked. “I’m not sure what circumstances would lead to that, but of course. I don’t care how many eyes a kid has. If it feels like they’re part of our family, of course they should join it!”

Wednesday gave a curt nod, finding the words that had been locked away. “I don’t know that I’d ever want to carry a child. Physically, I mean – in utero. It seems like a distressing invasion of my personal space that I’m not sure I would ever recover from, and not due to societal standards of looking a certain, outward way afterwards.”

Enid’s eyes grew a watery sheen to them. “Of course, Wednesday. We’d never put you through something that made you uncomfortable that way. I’m, ugh,” She groaned. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by practically forcing you to hold baby Bailey earlier. That was wrong, I’m s-”

“That was an okay sort of discomfort,” Wednesday promised. She’d very much survived that moment. “It’s good to prove to myself that I can be gentle sometimes. But…maybe – if we don’t happen upon any orphans with limb differences who need space in our home, and you feel that you would like to carry a child and technology advances in such a way that it is possible for them to share our genetic makeup and we have space and have open hearts and we decide it’s what’s best for us and our family in our situation -”

Enid cut off her near-breathless ramble with a very sweet kiss. “I love you. I love this. Keeping our hearts open. That’s all I wanted to know, Wednesday.” She beamed at her. “You did a great job with Bailey, tonight.”

“You’re the natural. I would likely have a large learning curve.”

Enid raised a brow. “I’m not so sure. I think if it was a child of your own, not one already on a firm schedule and routine, you’d be quite instinctive. What aren’t you good at Wednesday?”

“Engaging in conversations and expressing my feelings,” She muttered as she proved that very point that night.

“Well, it’s not your strength, but both are totally mine, so – that’s where you lean on me, because I’m your partner, who loves you. And,” She kissed her again. “I appreciate you, coming out here tonight, just to spend this time with me like we’d planned. And having this tough talk. I love you. Come put your butt on this couch so I can sit on you and kiss you again.”

Not needing to be told twice, Wednesday took that direction very well, enjoying about twenty minutes of heated kisses, heavy petting and almost a little bit more when a fussing sound came from the monitor.

Enid groaned as she pulled away. “Right now, my heart is so not open to this,” She giggled.

Wednesday smirked, following her, having an idea as they moved to the nursery. Bailey was crying, mostly asleep, but wanting…something.

“I’ll change her real quick,” Enid whispered, nodding, “That bedtime bottle will run right through a baby.”

As Bailey whined and grumbled when Enid made to lay her back down in the crib, letting out a loud cry that made Wednesday wince, she shook her head, reaching her arms out. “I’ll talk to her.”

With an amused smirk, Enid passed her over and Wednesday sat back in the gliding chair, holding her awkwardly in front of her, explaining to the baby, who stopped, staring at her with exhausted eyes, “You’re fine. You’re safe. You’re warm. You’re full. You’re dry. You have everything you need, except about ten more hours of sleep. So, I’m going to rock you, and in five minutes, I’m putting you back in the crib, and you’re going to sleep. Do you understand?”

It was as if the baby said ‘yes’ when she gave a coo, reaching forward. Wednesday gave a curt nod. “That’s the rule. Five minutes of rocking, then back to bed.”

With the firm expectation set, she brought Bailey up to her shoulder the way she’d seen Enid do earlier. She snuggled right in, surprisingly – and thankfully – she wasn’t overtly sticky or snotty, as Enid had wiped her face pretty well after changing her. Gliding back and forth and patting her back, Wednesday thought that perhaps – if she had a beautifully haunting Russian composition playing softly in the background, it would help her stay asleep – adding that to her mental toolbox of notes in case the situation ever arose for her to develop a routine with a baby…

As she expected, once she’d put her foot down with the rule, Bailey knocked out on her shoulder. Enid whispered and motioned for how to transfer her into the crib, and as she did so, onto her back, Wednesday almost smiled at their tag-team success.

Back in the hallway, Enid winked and gave her a kiss. “You are a natural, Wednesday. You just do things in your own way. Now come here,” She gripped her collar, making Wednesday flush. “I’m about to have my own way with you.”

#wednesday 2022 #fanfic #oneshot #wenclair #author hates babies #thank you for the prompt this was so easy to write I did half of it on my prep period today lol #also fuck llama llama so hard #he's banned in my classroom as is Pete the damn Cat and Skippy Jon Jones #layla's >5k challenge

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Stop the World I Wanna Get Off With You

Tangerine X Reader

Please forgive me! I really wanted to see this in theaters and I had no idea what it was about other than thinking the brief trailer was cool. So when I realized that Aaron Taylor Johnson was in it... looking like that... I kid you not I thought I was going to lose not just my panties but also my ovaries. After watching it yesterday I had this idea in my head all day. So I apologize for not following my request order - and hopefully, you enjoy!

You’d worked with Tangerine and Lemon on and off for years. Always fighting narrowly missing each other's bullets. This time you found yourself striking up an alliance to get off this doomed train.

Working alongside Tangerine rather than against him gave you lots of opportunities to come to terms with what it was about him that made your heart race. 

Warning: Sex in a tiny train bathroom. Rough sex - filthy dialogue, Good aftercare. No big spoilers.

Song inspo - Stop The World I Wanna Get Off With You - Arctic Monkeys

Tangerine Master Post

The more undone he became the more you found your attention drifting to his strong forearms, or resisting yourself from brushing the dried blood from his collar bones. Every time you were separated he’d come back with another button lost making it very difficult to do your job. Frustration bloomed as the night dragged on. He never showcased it, but it was obvious to you he was taking extra care to keep you out of harm's way. which only made your internal feelings worse.  

Once it was all over and Lemon was fulfilling his dream of conducting, you excused yourself to go to the washroom. You moved a few cars down not wanting to be suffocated by everyone. You took a moment to lean against the sink and catch your breath. LadyBug was correct when he said that this would take a lot of time to process. You were pulled from your thoughts by a soft rhythmic knock at the door. 

“Occupied.” You mumbled thinking it ridiculous that this was the bathroom, out of the entire bloody train, that someone wanted. 

“Come on love, it's the secret knock. Only me, open up.” Tangerine rambled. You let out a groan no way you were sharing a closet-sized space with him, for any amount of time. The thought already had you weak in the knees. You opened the door and felt yourself be pressed up against the wall as his large frame slid inside. He quickly shut and locked the door before settling his gaze on you. 

“What’s this then?” You mumbled, already feeling a flush creeping up your neck. 

“You know,” He said wiggling his eyebrows. When you didn't respond he gave you a more serious look. “You looked right at me.” He stated feeling as if this settled everything. 

“What?” You tried to keep your breathing under control as he moved closer to you. 

“When you said you were going to the loo, you looked at me. Universal signal love. So how do you want to do this then.” His cocky gaze was focused on your slightly parted lips. You were almost entirely certain at no point did you look at him when announcing you were going to the bathroom. 

You wanted to argue, well, that’s a lie. You'd wanted this desperately.

Instead, you leaned up attempting to close the distance between the two of you. His hand grabbed your jaw and suddenly he turned you both around in a spinning maneuver that you bent over the sink once more. 

His hands found the back of your thighs and you shivered as he slowly moved up past the hem of your skirt. 

“Would have had this fucking job done in half the time if it wasn't for this stupid fucking skirt.” You didn't have anything left in you to form words as his hand landed a firm smack on your ass cheek. He let out a loud groan. “Been wanting to do that for fucking ages.” 

“Just like you’ve wanted me right here for ages.” His fingers trailed their way inside your swollen wet folds causing a hearty moan to leave your mouth. 

“Don’t need to waste time here do I?” It was arrogant, but his eyes brought the tender reality of what he was saying to your attention. 

“No - I want -” You gasped as his rough fingers ran over your clit. Your legs were shaking and you knew that you were in no shape for rowdy hate sex in a cramped bathroom. He seemed to know this too as he gently lifted you to rest against the sink. Your eyes were closed as you focused on the sensation of his mustache tickling your neck. After a quick moment, his head was back up and his hand was pinching your jaw again. Keeping your head tilted up to him. You were lost as to why he wasn't kissing you until you felt him push into your hot center. You tried to keep composure, tried to be normal, but feeling him stretch you open you felt your walls crumble down. He groaned as he watched your face contort in pleasure, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. 

“Look at me” he demand softly, you opened your wet eyes to meet his as you felt him bottom out inside you. 

“Fuck” You gasped at the sensation of being so full. Feeling him pulse inside you, getting off on your pleasure, it was almost enough to make you cum right there. He started to move inside you, and your body surrendered to him. It was a slow pace, and when your eyes focused you could see him looking you over making sure you could handle it. 

Decided you could take a little more, he picked you up turning you both around till your back met the wall. His hands gripped your ass cheeks painfully as he set a deeper more violent pace. His body was flush against you, and you felt the softness of your heaving chest meet his hard muscles. It was too much for you to handle and your body started to seize up awkwardly with nothing to brace against. He quickly shifted you bringing your leg over his shoulder, forcing an even wilder reaction from you. 

“There’s a good girl. Knew you had some fight left over just for me” he praised you while ripping you in half, fighting your body into position as it spasmed. “That’s it, let go love. Won’t let you fall” 

That was all it took for your body to snap. Your pleasure ripped through you sending you into almost painful contractions. He weathered them perfectly keeping himself as deep inside you as possible. You were still at an impossible high as he upped the pace trying to find his own release within your hot walls. The angle and intensity was enough for you to feel another wave of hot pressure begin to build. 

“You going to cum again - fuckin hell.” He found it in himself to fuck you even harder. “That little cunt wants to help squeeze me off, doesn't it, love.” 

“Yes fuck - fuck -” Your body choked on your words as it twisted itself into knots. 

“Hold yourself there for me” he barked into your neck placing a painful bite into your soft skin. Keeping yourself on the edge was becoming more and more impossible. You felt his pace get sloppy and his groans sunk into your skin. “Let go, love, FU-ck that’s it. Help me off - fuck” your body tightened around him and you felt him spill deep inside you. 

“Jesus - I’m taking you home with me - fuck” Shallow deep thrusts kept you entangled in your orgasm trapped against the wall for what felt like an eternity. 

You went limp and he took your weight easily. Placing you down on the toilet keeping you upright. Once he was sure you were able to keep yourself up he turned away to get himself sorted. You started cleaning yourself up assuming he’d leave. 

You looked up only to find him wrestling with one of the top cupboards, eventually pulling out a large red case. He helped you sit on the small bench near the door, and started cleaning and bandaging up your cuts. 

“Should have started with this.” he criticized himself softly while wrapping a gash on your thigh. 

“I’m not complaining.” You said finally pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“Don’t start with that now, love. Don’t think you could handle another round.” He brushed your hair behind your ear. Once satisfied your wounds were taken care of he picked you up and carried you to a seat. You expected him to go, but again he only kept you tucked against his chest, firm arms keeping you comfortable. 

“Missions over.” You reminded him. 

“Not off the fucking train yet, love,” he mumbled into your hair. Suddenly your mind wandered to the various situations you had run into the two of them and wondered if he’d always missed on purpose. You always walked away from your entanglements with minimal damage…. What if that was intentional? You let sleep take you and hoped that he’d be around when you woke up. 

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She was out cold and I couldn't bring myself to let her go with nothing but that tiny skirt covering her cunt. 

Lemon’s eyes met mine from a few seats over. He gave me a look telling me off for what had obviously happened. I flipped him off with a look of warning. 

Been after that ass for years, and now she was asleep in my arms, I wasn't letting her go for anything. There was a tense moment of eye contact filled with secret threats only brothers would be able to understand. 

Eventually, he got up and walked over. His fingers brushed against her shirt collar and a Paxton sticker was looking back up at him. 

Paxton was sweet, the kindest, and needed protecting sometimes. An honest assessment really, but he was very sure that he’d never come across a train in the yard that compared to you. You didn't need protection, Paxton was a diesel, but he figured what Lemon was trying to say was that I'd looked good keeping her out of harm's way. Paxton was one of the best, it wouldn't make sense to let her go. But there were lots of obligations waiting for me on the other side, if anything it was stupid to think she'd have anything less waiting for her.

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After three long nights of entanglement with Tangerine, you woke up alone. Business was calling and while he didn't express it you knew by the way he'd kissed you all night and kept you pinned to his side. Sadness crept into your bones when your fingers discovered a gold chain around your neck.

Gone for now, but sure to be back for more.

You got out of Japan and knew it didn't matter where you landed, he’d find you the first chance he got.

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How can someone be this hot??

#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine smut #bullet train #bullet train imagine #aaron taylor johnson #bullet train movie

[something-ricked-this-way-comesx]

Dick Prime

Warnings: (18+ only minors DNI), NSFW, 5k word count, fem reader, self- insert OC character, daddy kink, p in v, rick prime with feelings, big dick Rick, degradation a bit, rough sex, praise kink, marking kink, choking, orgasms, cream-pie, fingering, nipple play, manhandling, calling him God, age gap I guess

Hi guys, this is an excerpt chapter from a Rick Sanchez fan fic I have been working on - thought I'd share a little taste on here and see if I could get any feedback. This chapter in particular follows my self-insert, Aurora as she is kidnapped by Rick Prime - enjoy :) If y'all would like me to post and share my other chapters pls reblog or comment 💜

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 I woke up in a unfamiliar place٫ my head pounding viscously as my eyes struggled to adjust to the room around me. This place kind of looked like some sort of space motel room٫ but I couldn't remember a thing from the last 12 drunken hours of my life - I clearly needed to dial back my drinking or just not let Rick bet he can out drink me. I’ve never won that challenge. He really does have the hardest working liver in the universe, that's for damn sure. I wondered if he was feeling the same٫ but I doubted he was even remotely feeling hungover since he was used to getting black-out drunk on the regular. 

I flicked my wrist out٫ wanting to portal into Rick’s shoddy bedroom where I could crawl into his sad excuse of a bed (which was really just a small sized cot) with him so that he could hold me tightly while we slept. That plan was quickly cut as I noticed my portal bracelet was no longer on my wrist and it was no where to be found anywhere near me - what the fuck was going on?

Then I realized where I was - the realization smacking me hard in the face like a fucking freight train. The elaborate sci-fi technical patterns covering every square inch of this room should have been a dead give away from the second I laid eyes on it٫ but I was obviously still too inebriated to use my cognitive functions correctly. I was in what I was 95% sure was Rick Prime’s lair - that fucking cocksucker. How had he managed to find me? Much less find a way to lure me back to where he's been hiding this whole time.

As I was taking in every inch of the room in search of any kind of weapon, maybe even some sort of weird sci-fi button on a wall that I could press and magically find a way out of here under Prime’s nose, I suddenly heard a voice behind me٫ the sound striking me so hard I jumped.

“Great you’re awake٫ care to join me for breakfast?” Prime’s voice asked as he nonchalantly yet menacingly stood in the doorway of the room٫ his shoulder leaning up against the doorframe.

“Oh fuck you!” I spit٫ words coming out of my mouth coated in venom like I was a snake ready to strike.

“Like you have a choice. It’s funny that you thought you did. Let's get something straight٫ you’re mine now٫ so it's best you learn early that you WILL do as I say or there will be consequences.”

“What do you even want from me? Wasn’t killing Diane enough for you?”

“Of course it wasn't٫ but you're not here so I can kill you unfortunately. You’re here because do you know how rare you are?” He paused٫ walking forward into the room causing me to back up back onto the bed like a frightened little mouse. Damn, his presence was so intense. He started pacing a bit٫ back and forth٫ arms crossed across his chest as he did so. He turned to me and looked me directly into my eyes before he started speaking again.

“Every conceivable Rick in the universe would happily serve their own balls on a platter for a little taste of what you have to offer - this makes you especially interesting to me. Not only are you one sexy piece of ass٫ you are a Rick’s gateway to so much unlocked potential.”

“Excuse me?” 

“If ‘wife guy’ was smart he would have stolen your research from you a long time ago. Do you know how long it took for me to find you? It makes me horny just thinking about all that untapped knowledge you have floating around in that brain of yours.”

 “Anything my Rick wanted from me he got because he asked for it. Sorry٫ but I don’t barter for things I created especially not to a sci-fi douchebag like you.”

“No one said anything about bartering. I’m simply going to take what I need via brain scan and then you’re going to put out like a good little girl because when in Rome.”

“My Rick is going to kill you ya know? You’ve taken enough from him and he isn’t going to let you take me too.”

“I’ve avoided him this long and clearly he hasn't learned his lesson yet. I’ve recreated the omega device and this time it can fire more than once٫ I’ll wipe out his entire family line he comes anywhere close to me. I’d kill you too if you weren't so valuable - you should be lucky that a guy like me finds any interest in anyone but himself.”

“You might think that you have me right where you want me٫ but I’m gonna enjoy watching my Rick kill you when he finds you and if you’re lucky maybe we’ll have sex next to your corpse.” I said٫ my words carrying through the air like poison coursing through my vascular system.

It probably wasn’t in my best interest to be taunting Prime the way I was٫ but I refused to let this son of a bitch have it easy especially when it was his dumb ass decision to kidnap me. He knew my Rick was looking for him and he knew he was getting close hence why he even bothered making such an elaborate take on his own already ‘overkill’ device. All that brain and this motherfucker couldn’t grasp the fact that killing peoples’ loved ones doesn’t really warrant being left alone. 

“You think I couldn’t just take you right here if I wanted to? I’d bend you over that table and destroy that tight little pussy of yours and I just might considering you have no idea when to shut that bitch mouth of yours.” He grabbed me by the throat as he said that٫ squeezing the sides of my neck hard as he pulled me up and close to him. If I didn’t hate this Rick - I would have thought this interaction was so hot٫ too bad it was Prime.

“I’d like to see you try.” I said before spitting in his face٫ which in hindsight might have been a mistake٫ but it was too late to take it back.

Prime still had me by the neck٫ but he sighed heavily before shoving me onto the floor - catching myself on my hands before I hit the ground. 

“Don’t even bother trying to use any of your cybernetics - I put a lock on all of your tech and good luck putting up much of a fight without it.” 

---------- 2 weeks later —--------

   Over the few weeks that I had been here٫ regardless of how much of an asshole Prime was٫ no matter what it was that I needed or asked (within reason) for he was quick to give it to me. He didn’t appreciate any of my back talk and if I overstepped too far he did with hold things from me as a punishment٫ but for the most part it seemed like his intentions with me weren’t entirely evil - something I not only found puzzling٫ but very difficult to believe was actually genuine.

I pushed the limits of what he would allow a little bit further everyday٫ hoping to gain his trust so that I would be able to either escape or find someway to get a message to my Rick. I still wasn't exactly sure where we even were in relation to the universe - the curve - or maybe we were outside it? It was hard to know with the very little freedom within this elaborate sci-fi base that I was allowed. The most I could do while here was think - run through multiple plans and assess the probability of success rate to each plan I thought of. Most٫ if not every٫ plan I had managed to conjure up was far from impervious to any snags or complete failure given then sheer innate ability of Rick Prime to always somehow be 10 steps ahead. 

Today felt different though٫ I couldn't explain it٫ but as I sat across from him eating the breakfast that he had prepared for me - I could feel a different kind of tension in the air.

“Do you want to know why exactly you’re so special٫ Aurora?”

“I’m sure you’re gonna tell me even if I say no, so why the hell not?”

I was pushing around my eggs with my fork now٫ waiting patiently for his response. He kept telling me how ‘rare’ and ‘special’ I was to his grand design٫ but no matter how often he brought this up (which felt like constantly)٫ he refused to tell me how and why. Until now that is٫ which also struck me as weird.

“In order for you to even exist at all٫ Diane had to die you know? You’re familiar with the big bang I assume?”

“Nah٫ I just have a PhD in Quantum Physics for absolutely no reason at all - in fact٫ I just printed it off the internet completely fabricated credentials.” I said٫ the sarcasm clear in my tone as I spoke - I ran the risk of him punishing me for doing so٫ but he was usually lenient with my sarcasm since it matched his overt cynicism. It was my sharp tongue for disrespect and foul insults that really got under his skin.

“Well when I created the omega device to wipe out Diane٫ I didn't think to solve for any kinds of ripple effect that it might cause.”

“Meaning what exactly?”

“Well not completely unlike the big bang - the destruction of Diane’s life across infinity somehow resulted in the cataclysm that created X-258.”

“You’re saying you're responsible for me even existing? How is that even possible? Rapid succession in an inflationary epoch?”

“Precisely - well said. This means that without my omega device٫ you wouldn’t exist. How do you think ‘'wife guy” is going to react when he finds out that I literally made his new slam piece?”

“If you’re even telling the truth٫ which I suppose it is possible therefore also equally not possible by association. I guess given the rightly distribution of a negligible density gradient in order to deter the collapse into just a black hole and taking into consideration cosmic acceleration - I can’t disprove your theory٫ but that doesn’t mean you aren’t just bullshitting me right now.”

“As much as I love bullshitting and torturing other Rick’s for my own amusement٫ this is as real as real gets Aurora. You are only here because Diane had to die. You’re welcome and I’ll be accepting all forms of payment as a thank you٫ especially sexual favors.” 

“Wow٫ so my whole life is a lie - imagine that.” 

“You don’t seem too deeply affected by this revelation?”

“Did you expect me to lose my mind over a random occurring cosmological event? There was no way you knew your elimination of Diane would result in the formation of a universe that randomly produced me - so you did something by accident which is literally how 80% of all scientific findings usually occur. You aren’t special or interesting just because you managed to create a random event in spacetime - I do appreciate your massive need to milk your ego about it though.” 

“Spoken like a true Rick - which you are as far as I’m concerned. The most intriguing out of any possible iteration.”

“So what exactly about that makes me so valuable to you?”

“Other than the fact that ‘'wife guy” loves you٫ according to my advanced research using your brain scans and blood and tissue samples٫ I should be able use both to develop the infinite Rick serum which would make me immortal. I’m not referencing no low grade cybernetic٫ tech bullshit either. I’m talking real٫ invincible immortality. An actual God with the power to create and destroy whatever and whoever I want - 100% unstoppable.”

“Wow٫ who could have possibly guessed that the power hungry evil٫ emo٫ sci-fi Rick with a nondescript haircut would want something so nuanced and lame? If you’re immortal that kind of takes away from the pay off does it not? Not that doing anything honorably is a concern of yours of course.”

“So what do you think about giving your input on something for me?”

“Once again - why bother even asking if you’re just going to make me do it anyways?”

“I guess to give you the illusion of free will or just maybe I kind of like you - don’t get a big head about it though I would still kill you without a second thought if I ever needed to.” 

“Okay what exactly am I giving my input on?”

“I feel it may be best to just show you - meet me in the lab after you’ve finished your breakfast. Don’t keep me waiting long, it won’t end well for you.”

I rolled my eyes at his threatening tone as he got up from the table and left the room, I don’t know why I was so attracted to Prime the way I was - especially after what he did to my Rick, but I came to the ultimate conclusion that it was because him and my Rick were indeed so similar. The two Rickest Ricks in all of the infinite number of Rick’s that existed - the only two Rick’s to actually invent portal travel. In a way, my Rick only existed the way he did because of Prime’s destruction of his simple, domestic life. Prime was literally just my Rick without any sense of moral obligation and no matter how much I tried to convince myself that this fucker was bad and that I needed to distance myself - I simply couldn’t. I felt like my dna was so entangled up in having love for Rick that despite Prime’s obvious evil, I still loved him for simply just being a version of Rick. How fucked was that? Jesus fucking Christ - I needed out of here and soon before I really fucked up.

I finished my breakfast and headed out of the kitchen and into Prime’s elaborate sci-fi laboratory - this guy never did anything subtle that was for fucking sure and his attention to detail was absolutely infallible. He had something pulled up on the screen above where he was sitting and the closer I got, the more my eyes focused on the image. It was an image of me with a younger Rick, my Rick and Birdperson when we were together as freedom fighters on Glap-Flaps Third Moon. The Battle of Blood Ridge - this image was obviously a snapshot taken from my mind when Prime brain scanned me, but I didn’t really understand its significance to him. But, I’m sure he was going to tell me even if I didn’t exactly care to know.

“Blood Ridge?” I questioned, my arms crossed across my chest as I approached his sitting form and stood beside him to wait for his response.

“Seems like Nietzsche wasn’t totally blowing smoke out of his ass when he said that whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster -”

“And if you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will gaze back at you. What does Nietzsche have to do with Blood Ridge?” I cut him off by finishing the Friedrich Nietzsche quote he was referring to.

“Well I’m so glad you asked Aurora…” He started as he pulled up a replay of Rick and I’s interaction with Birdperson after the Battle had been won. I watched the playback intently, hoping to see something within my own memory that maybe I hadn’t noticed before in order to try to put together a theory of where exactly Prime was going with this. 

-Playback from ‘Aurora’s Memory’ initiated-

Memory Rick: “Damn that shit was cash.”

Bird Person: “It was extremely bad ass. The Battle of Blood Ridge is over. The Federation lost. I am in your debt.”

Memory Rick: “Come with us.”

Bird Person: “To somewhere…nearby?”

Memory Rick: “Anywhere. E-Everywhere.”

Bird Person: “Rick, Aurora, I don't expect you guys to keep fighting, but this war is…”

Aurora: “Far from over…we know.”

Memory Rick: “Dude, we share this with almost nobody, but we could take you right now to this same battlefield, in a universe where we lost, or another where we won, or another where the war never even happened. All equally real, all equally unreal. None of it matters.”

Bird Person: “Then why did you help?”

Memory Rick: “Because I respect you. And I wanted you to know you could respect me.”

Bird Person: “Even though nothing matters?”

Memory Rick: “Okay. You matter... to me.”

Bird Person: “Uh, the relationship that we have…”

Memory Rick: “I NEVER used that word!”

Bird Person: “... is not worth my integrity…”

Memory Rick: “Oh, my God. It's not a complicated transaction, my man. "Would you like to join me doing awesome shit that matters?" "No, I would not. I would rather be a judgmental dork." Case closed. Really no need to drag it out.”

Bird Person: “If you need me, use the beacon.”

Memory Rick: “Yeah, I'm gonna use that beacon a lot. I hope... hope I don't wear it out. Come on Aurora, lets get the fuck out of here.”

—- Playback Finalized —--

“Okay, so what exactly does my memory of Bird Person rejecting my Rick have anything to do with you?”

“Seems allegorical in relation to how Diane died don’t you think? His rejection of me, Bird Person’s rejection of him, you either die a hero or see yourself live long enough to become the villain.” 

“Are you trying to suggest to me that my Rick has essentially turned into you? I hope you’re not because that would be absolutely nonsensical.”

“You see Aurora, your Rick isn’t all he’s cracked up to be either. He’s murdered hundreds if not thousands of innocent Ricks, he’s manipulated a version of our adult daughter to get a divorce, he sells weapons to hit men and other criminals, he Cronenberged my original dimension and left my daughter, my granddaughter and my Jerry behind to rot in a world that he ruined, he exploited and threatened to destroy a microverse that he created to control his fucking car, and the worst possible one he trapped all the people in his original reality into an endless mental time loop while their bodies still grew old. Your Rick isn’t and never was the saint you believe him to be - so why hate me for something so small in the grand scheme of things?”

“You’re literally the reason why he did most of that. I don’t think my Rick is a saint, I think he’s a sad, broken man who is trying his best to continue on in his life after losing the very thing he used to live for. What makes my Rick so different from you is his capability to feel and connect to human emotion - his wild callousness is just a front so he doesn’t have to feel the pain his life radiates. He has surpassed you in so many ways, but he will NEVER be the monster you are because he is capable of changing. You know nothing about him and even sitting here under the guise that you do is ridiculous. You will never be him and he will NEVER be you.”

“You’d defend him even if he was the one who killed your husband wouldn’t you?”

“My husband died because you killed Diane - because you accidentally created X-258 where my husband was killed in a freak fucking accident. To even insinuate such an asinine thought is in bad taste even for you. If anything, you’d be indirectly responsible for the death of my husband, big fucking shocker there.” 

“How would your husband feel if he knew you gave up on him to be with Rick?”

“My husband has been gone for 25 years, Prime and I loved him dearly when he was alive, but Rick, my Rick, is the love of my life. I don’t have to explain ‘love’ to you especially because you are literally incapable of ever fucking getting it. Killing your wife across infinity because some alternate versions of yourself pissed you off? The mother of your daughter - you have some fucking nerve.”

I was angry now, my words slicing into Prime’s direction like a knife and he was clearly getting upset with my tone towards him. I don’t know exactly what his end goal with me was - he had my blood and tissue samples, he had my brain scans. Why not just let me go or kill me if he got what he had said he wanted? Then it hit me. Prime was in love with me. A man that I had labeled as so incapable of feeling had some sort of feelings for me - what a fucking mind fuck that was to take in. I had made myself speechless as I waited patiently for him to say something to either confirm or deny my theory, but he said nothing so I spoke once more.

“You love me, don’t you? You have feelings for me.”

His silence after I said that was deafening and he quickly stood up from his place in his chair to grab my face in his hands roughly and smash his lips to mine. I knew it. He kissed me so roughly that I barely even had time to react, but once I was finally able to comprehend what was happening, I deepened the kiss. I was actually enjoying this despite how fucking wrong my moral compass knew that it was. He pulled away from me gently, his blue eyes looking me dead in mine before he said in a very demanding, yet hot, tone;

“Strip for me.”

And I did exactly as I was told.

—----------

 His hand bent around the curvature of my neck brushing it softly as he continued to walk around me٫ his other hand finding my breasts and taking a nipple into his free hand subtly. He rubbed the nub between his thumb and forefinger as he continued to eye me up and down with an obvious hunger in his eyes٫ his other hand snaking down my body slowly till it found rest on my hip gently pulling me to him as he did so. 

“You are so beautiful.” He whispered٫ his eyes glued to my chest as he spoke eloquently.

He was still fully clothed٫ but I was determined to change that - I reached forward and begun unzipping his jacket٫ him allowing it to fall to the floor as I pushed it off his shoulders. I found the hem of his long sleeve next٫ my hands creeping slowly underneath to touch his warm skin and my god his skin felt like I was touching pure electricity the more my fingers danced over his adorable blue happy trail to find a home on his belt buckle. I began undoing it roughly٫ pulling his belt through the loops in his jeans and throwing it elsewhere. I unbuttoned his jeans with my hands٫ quickly slipping my fingers under the waistband of his boxers where I longed to have his dick pressed up against any part of me.

I smirked up at him as I pulled him even closer to my naked body٫ his hands wrapping around me in all the right ways as I felt his extremely hard member pressing into one my thighs now. The length and the girth simply drove me insane as I continued to work diligently to undress him. He suddenly grabbed the back of my head with enough force to crash my lips to his٫ our lips melding together perfectly and I couldn’t help٫ but let out a small moan in favor of his wicked foreplay. The more he touched and teased me٫ the more I desperately wanted to beg him to just destroy me right there. I was so fucked. Fucking Prime. What was I doing? At this point I was too far gone to care - I wanted him and I wanted him BAD.

  I pushed his black jeans down past his jutted hip-bones٫ them falling down his tall stature to pool at his feet before he stepped out of them and led me back up against the wall. His fingers left my breasts٫ trailing down until they reached the very top of my mound - him allowing a single digit to pass between my folds to feel the abundance of wetness that I had increasing with each moment between my legs. 

“So wet for me already٫ such a horny girl for any Rick aren’t you?” He licked his lips as he pulled away from mine to speak٫ him looking me dead in the eyes as he said that - the lust obvious in his gorgeous icy blue eyes. 

“You have no idea how much I long for you to absolutely destroy me.” I whispered back٫ my fingers grappling the side of his boxers before pushing them off of him in one swift motion that now left him vulnerable and naked in front of me like I had been this entire time and ugh was it so worth the wait. 

Prime had so many scars littering his whole body٫ adding a sense of mystery and a hot toughness to his already sexy body. I felt guilty that I was about to do this٫ but he was still a Rick whether he was evil or not and holy fuck did his extreme callousness and his “I don’t give a single fuck” attitude turn me on even more. I was like putty in Prime’s hands right now and he was loving it. 

“I think I have a pretty good concept٫ but you have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are. If I could٫ I would put you on display so that everyone could see me destroy a perfect little pussy like yours. Holy fuck.” 

“You want to fuck me in front of spectators?”

“I want them to revel in jealousy over how I get to be buried in a perfect little thing like you.”

“They should be jealous of me too٫ getting to be a good little cock sleeve for your perfect and massive cock. I love the way you feel pressed against my thigh right now٫ I almost can’t fucking take it.” I whispered in his ear٫ rolling my hips so that I brushed myself up against his rock hard penis - it almost jumping after me over the sudden sensation. 

“Mmm what a good girl٫ stroking daddy Prime’s ego. I think it's high time I reward you for such good and filthy behavior.” 

He grabbed me harshly by the hips and lifted me till I was straddling his waist with my back up against the wall as he placed himself at my entrance. He parted me gently with the head of his dick before slamming into me so aggressively that I cried out as I felt him ram into my cervix hard as he stroked my g-spot on the way there.

“Oh my god.” I panted٫ holding on to him with a death grip around his neck and my fingers tangling in his powder blue hair as he continued to thrust up into me skillfully. 

“That’s right darling٫ I am your god.” He said٫ his lips attacking my neck and jawline with an abundance of sloppy kisses - him using his teeth to mark me however he wanted. The sweet feeling of the slight pain driving me crazy as I held onto him tighter - slowly rocking my hips in tandem with his getting a small moan from him in return as I bounced on his cock dexterously.

“It’s like universe literally created you just for me٫ the way your pussy just grips the absolute fuck out of my dick. Fuuck Aurora٫ no fucking wonder why “wife guy” is so obsessed with you٫ you take dick like a fucking champ.” 

“It's not hard when Rick’s have such dynamite dick game - I’ve never ever been disappointed by a Rick sexually.” I purred٫ gripping tufts of his hair and pulling hard enough to hear him moan against my skin. 

“Is that so, mmm you were so worth the wait.”

“I want you to come in me so hard that you see fucking stars, baby.” I growled in his ear as he continued to fuck me hard up against the wall, one of arms on the side of me bracing himself and his other hand was wrapped around my neck holding me to the wall tightly. I hadn’t noticed before now, but his ‘6,5” frame had me up in the air so high, holy shit - I felt like I was practically floating off of the ground at this moment. Damn the sex was good. 

He soon moved his arm against the wall in order to place his long, lanky fingers on my clit, abusing the nub gently as he continued to go in and out of me. He was watching his dick as he pumped his hips, a smirk plastered on his handsome face as he was enjoying watching his dick disappear inside of me with each thrust. I was moaning loudly now, thankful that we were basically in the middle of nowhere in space because I could have probably awoken a whole cemetery.

“That’s it baby, come for me.”

I could feel that he was close and my eyesight was starting to get blurry the faster his fingers worked to bring me closer to my own climax. 

“Oh my god - Prime - I’m - ahhhhhh Rick.” I moaned out as he pushed me over the edge, my pussy pulsating around his dick as he also released into me, burying his face into my shoulder as we rode out the highs of our climaxes together. Both of us sweaty messes as we tried diligently to try and catch our breaths from that  absolutely intense workout we had just finished.

Fuck. I seriously just fucked Rick Prime. Fuck. 

What had I done?

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[charlottecbordeaux]

At the bus terminal atm so decided to make a post about Caramel Macchiato while I’m waiting

(Last pic by @flowery-draws !)

[Caramel Macchiato Cookie]

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 35

Pet: Mocha Kitten

Likes: Her pet, chocolate, “that women” stuff, working for her sleep deprived boss

Dislikes: Her past relationships (or bosses), “pretty privilege”, bugs (depends on the bug tho)

CRK type: Support/back rear

CRK skill name: “Precise Assist”

Speeds up teams skill cooldown by 5 seconds, increases crit, increases damage placed on enemy. Can be stacked (except cooldown).

CROB skill:

She picks up papers dropped on the floor while performing tasks accordingly by pressing the “task” button. After she collects the papers she passes them on to one of the coffee bean workers (or even sometimes Cappuccino Cookie. When he comes up she’ll give him the papers with a kiss to his cheek♥️)

{Description}

High heels, perfect posture, and her signature smile. There’s no assistance or secretary as perfect as Caramel Macchiato! She works and assists her tired sleep deprived boss making sure every court paper is as sharp as a knife while making sure he doesn’t faint due to all the work he’s doing. Rumor has it that she’s been an secretary for a couple of big companies! But why did she quit? No one will never know…

{Headcanons}

-She met Cappuccino at her day of job interview (it took place at Cappuccino’s favorite cafe because his office was a mess)

-She started to tease him after an accident that involved Cappuccino slipping on a cup and landing on Caramel. What she accidentally did when she tried to get up made Cappuccino fluster and something inside her click.

-She can’t swim (until Cappuccino taught her on one of their vacations together)

-All past jobs: front desk girl, secretary, assistant, any top job.

-After being with Cappuccino for a while she started to try and get him more healthy by giving him quick healthy foods to eat and water.

-She makes sure Cappuccino’s papers are PERFECT and that theirs no room for mistakes or things left out whatsoever.

-Recently also been self teaching herself about the law and sometimes asks Cappuccino to check her work or if she has a question

-Hate being treated like a pretty girl or having her work taken away from her because of her looks and gender.

-Current status with Cappuccino: Couple now taking turns living at each other’s house.

-Think of Miss Bellum from PPG. THATS HER.

{Lines}

“My name is Caramel Macchiato. How may I be of assistance?”

“Allow me to help you with that.”

“I do hope Mr. Prosecutor tries to cut off some of his cappuccino…”

ETC (still thinking of them)

(Yeah this is from @flowery-draws too AND it has her OC too!)

#cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run oc #cookie run kingdom #doodles #art #cappuccino cookie

[jiihu]

﹅ 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝘁; 𝗵𝘂𝗵 𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻

﹅ prompt — “i shouldn’t have to keep convincing myself that you love me. for once, i want to feel it.”

﹅ content — smut, angst, toxic, mommy kink, age-gap, power imbalance, professor/student

﹅ word count — 2k

﹅ a/n — i had to reupload bc broken account </3 + i’m sorry i took so long to post this i couldn’t edit it bc i’m actually embarrassed but i still wanted to post it because some of you guys were asking for it ^_^

“What about this one?” You asked Yunjin, holding the floral patterned sun dress to your figure. Her eyes surveyed the store for a second before glancing at you.

“It’s alright.” You lowered the dress to your waist, staring at her as she returned to analyzing the store.

“You said that for the last three dresses.” She shrugged, not bothering to turn around to face you.

“The last three dresses looked the same to me.”

“Never mind, it’s fine. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want,” you muttered, hanging the dress back up and walking to the front of the store. You heard her sigh deeply as she followed behind you, coming to a pace that kept her slightly ahead.

"Y/N, you know that if you want us to go out in public together, these are the precautions that I have to take. Could you imagine if someone caught us eating or shopping together? I could lose my job, and you would be known as the student who slept with your professor. Is that what you want?” Yunjin led you to the entrance by your arm as she questioned you. You stayed silent, letting her walk you to the car. Sitting down, you turned to face out of the window away from her. You watched as her eyes traced over your features through your peripherals. “Y/N, listen-”

“I get it, Jen. I know the consequences of being caught. It’s just….” You trailed off, chewing on the inside of your cheek. She moved her hand over to yours, rubbing the back of your hand with the pad of her thumbs.

“This is why I wanted us to spend our time inside. That way, we don’t have to hide anything,” She whispered delicately, continuing to caress the back of your hands. She sighed at your lack of a response, pulling her hands away and sitting back in her seat. “You know what?” You looked at her expectantly.“ We can take a vacation somewhere. Anywhere you’d like. No worrying about anyone seeing us, what do you say?”

“Anywhere?”

“Anywhere.”

You let out a breath of relief, relaxing in Yunjin’s arms as she held you while you two looked over the balcony. “I knew you’d want to come here. Rome has been on your list for how many years?”

“Like four.” You grinned, closing your eyes and relishing the feeling of the sun on your face. She laughed, bringing her hands to your side and gently tracing your arm.

“You look so pretty like this. I love seeing you happy,” she mumbled into your neck, peppering light kisses down to your shoulder. You leaned forward, pulling away from Yunjin.

“Not here, please. Everyone can see us if they look up.” She pressed you into the railing before caging you in with her arms.

“It’s fine, babe. I promised you that there would be no worrying about anyone seeing us, didn’t I?” You peered over the balcony as she brushed her lips across your neck, her hands trailing down from your arms to the inside of your shirt. You twitched as her thumbs grazed your nipples, trying your best to stifle a moan. “Let me hear you.” An airy moan slipped past your lips, Yunjin chuckling against your neck as she moved her hands down and started to toy with the buttons on your shorts.

The denim pooled around your ankles as she tugged on the bow on your underwear, her other hand coming down to caress your stomach. “Can I?” She softly asked, rubbing her finger along the elastic band. You nodded, your attention still being on the people below to ensure you weren’t being watched. She pressed another kiss to your neck before dipping her hand inside your underwear.

“God, you’re so wet,” she mumbled, bringing her fingers to your face and spreading them apart. You watched a thin line of slick stretch between them as she used her other hand to pinch your cheeks with the pads of her fingers. “Taste yourself.” You parted your lips as she slipped her fingers inside, your tongue circling them. She pulled her fingers out and trailed them down to your stomach, pushing her hand under the band of your panties. “I love you,” she reminded you, pressing a sloppy kiss to your neck.

“I love you more.” You could barely finish your sentence before she parted your folds and traced a finger along your slit, her hand’s palm rubbing against your clit. “More, please.” You pleaded, throwing your head back against her shoulder.

“You want more?” She taunted you, kissing the outside of my ear. “Beg.” You huffed, your hips bucking into her hand as she stopped all movement. “Show mommy how much you want her.”

“Please, mommy. Please fuck me. I’ve wanted you so bad,” you whined, rolling your hips into her hand, desperate to feel something.

“Good girl,” she smiled, resting her other hand on your stomach. You felt her slip two fingers back inside of you, the heel of her hand coming to rest on your clit. Once she started moving her hand, the full feeling of her fingers inside of you and the friction on your clit was enough to bring you almost to the edge. "I’m sorry I’ve neglected you for this long, jagi. You can come for me,” she mumbled into your hair, pressing soft kisses into your temple. Your breathing started to pick up, and your legs began to shake as you’d been holding yourself up the entire time.

“Fuck, I’m getting close.” You panted, rolling your head to the side as you buried your face into her neck. You felt her pace quicken as you started to feel your orgasm approaching, her hand running up from your stomach to your chest again.

“I’ve got you, princess. Come for me. You’re okay. Just come for mommy,” she hushed you, whispering soft praises into your ear. "You’re okay.” She softly rubbed your stomach as you came down from your high, pulling her fingers out of your underwear so as to not overstimulate you. You felt your ears ringing as she pulled away from you, turning you around to face her. She smiled as she looked at you, your half-lidded eyes threatening to close and saliva wiped across your face.

“You did so well for me, princess. Let me clean you up.”

The two of you stayed in Rome for the weekend, doing everything you couldn’t back home. “What’d you think, princess?” She questioned you as she loaded the bags into her car and thanked the security who had helped you find your missing suitcase. You gave her a forced smile that didn’t reach your eyes, already beginning to miss the freedom you had in Italy.

“I loved it, but I wish we could be like that all the time.” She gave you a sympathetic look, put your apartment into her GPS, and started the car.

“I know. And I wish I could give it to you because you deserve so much more.” She took your hand into hers, pressing a kiss to the top. “Just a couple more weeks until summer, and we can have three months to ourselves.” You nodded, holding onto her hand as she began driving.

“I love you so much,” you mumbled into her lips as you arrived at your apartment.

“I love you more,” she smiled, shooing you off in the direction of your door. “Get some sleep, and don’t be late for class!” She yelled as you walked towards the door. You shook your head and waved her off before closing the door. You looked at the time on your phone and groaned, falling back onto the couch.

“3 hours of sleep if I go to sleep now.”

“Alright, everyone. Don’t forget your research papers are due tomorrow. Each day they’re late, that’s 15 points off.” Yunjin’s voice echoed around the classroom as she tried to talk over the rest of the students. You sat at your desk, pretending to take a bit longer as everyone else filed out of the room. “What can I do for you?” She questioned you, glancing over towards the door to ensure it was closed.

“Nothing, I was just wondering if I could come over today. I baked you that cake you liked last time.” She sighed, her jaw clenched as she double-checked that the door was closed.

“Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you that we can’t have discussions like this here?” She said in a hushed tone.

“Why not? No one’s in here, and it’s not like bringing you a cake is anything incriminating,” You argued, watching as she stood up from her desk.

“I’m not explaining this to you again. I’m your professor and only your professor when we’re here.” She picked up her bag and stuffed some of her belongings from her desk inside. “I even took you on vacation, to Italy of all places. Do you think that was cheap?” She shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose as she put her bag on her shoulder. “If you can’t follow the one rule of leaving personal business outside of class, maybe we shouldn’t interact at all inside of campus. I will not lose my job because an ungrateful student doesn’t want to listen.” You stood dumbfounded, confused about what had changed between now and a couple of hours ago.

“I’m not trying to get you to lose your job, Jen. I just wish you wouldn’t treat me the way you sometimes do. Instead of treating me like the rest of your students, you treat me like I’m some sort of nuisance. I’m not asking for special treatment, but I shouldn’t have to keep convincing myself that you love me. For once, I want to feel it.” She scoffed, folding her arms in front of her chest and staring at you with a stern glare.

“I do treat you like the rest of my students. You are no different than the rest, Y/N. The only difference is that we fuck sometimes. Is that what you wanted to hear?” As she said that, you felt a pang in your chest, and your heart began to pound.

“Is this seriously all I am to you? Just a quick fuck?” She groaned, rolling her head to the side as she stared into space.

“You know that’s not what I meant, Y/N. I meant that I couldn’t show any favoritism toward you. I’ve been teaching here for five years; I can’t just give it up this easily.”

“That’s fine, Yunjin. I don’t expect you to lose your job over me. I think it’d be best to end this here before one of us gets hurt.” She stared at me for a moment before shaking her head, her shoulders moving up and down as she chuckled.

“Seriously? Do you want to end it here after one argument? How do you expect anyone else to be as patient with you as I am?” You furrowed your eyebrows, watching as she stared in amusement at your confusion.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, Y/N, no one else will put up with you the way I will. I was your first everything. I navigated you through your first year of college; I guided you through your first relationship, our relationship. You were a timid freshman with no backbone until I molded you into the person you are today. So no, we aren’t just going to end this here,” she mocked your words, stepping closer to you.

You held back your tears, quickly walking towards the door before you broke down in front of her. Her words still echoed in your head because, deep down, you knew they were true. No matter how badly Yunjin treated you, you knew you’d always end up going back to her. The way she brought you comfort, even though she was usually the reason you were seeking consolation in the first place.

Like always, Yunjin apologized with an expensive gift and dinner, promising to change her behavior. She told you that in two weeks, she’d take you to wherever you wanted to go for three months. “I’m sorry, jagiya. You just frustrate me so much sometimes,” she repeated like a mantra every time you two argued. No matter how badly she treated you, you always returned to her because who else was going to put up with you this way?

#fem reader #huh yunjin x reader #huh yunjin #yunjin imagines #yunjin smut #yunjin x reader #kpop imagines #girl group imagines #gg imagines #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim yunjin #le sserafim imagines #⸻ writes! 📄

[38riku]

╭ ❥ sugawara’s bday post + bonuses

ft post-time skip haikyuu men

synopsis — milf!reader, black coded, use of she/her pronouns.

cw — this post contains 18+ content. minors and ageless blogs do not interact or you will blocked. public sex. breeding. praise. bondage. oral (m. & f. receiving) cum eating (?) use of pet names.

includes — sugawara, sawamura, iwaizumi, and hinata

notes — birthday post for sugawara that got out of hand. it’s 11:35 so im still on time! not proofread (again its 11:35 and I want to sleep 🥹)

tags — @gabzlovesu @thathoneybee3 @dazaisfavgf

sugawara k. ♡

— your son’s kindhearted kindergarten teacher who offers you sweet smiles, casual small talk, and lingering stares that make your face heat up. you were content with your relationship with the handsome male.

— but he wasn’t.

— you were just so pretty. wearing those fluttery sundresses that made every movement that more noticeable, or the sophisticated sweater dresses and tights that made your thighs look oh so delectable.

— you had to know what you were doing to him. it was driving him crazy be he is a gentleman first and foremost. however, you continued to stretch his self control thinner and thinner with each encounter.

— and today, during the intermission of kindergarten graduation – it snapped.

“shh, sweetheart, you gotta keep quiet or everyone will hear how much of a slut you are for me.”

you couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this. the very-high chance of being caught, pressed against the tiled wall of the hallway where anyone could walk out and see your sons kindergarten teacher balls deep in you.

your legs felt like jelly and if it wasn’t for his hold on you, keeping you upright and legs locked around his waist, you’re sure you would’ve collapsed.

“you feel so good,” he praised, trailing kisses from the side of your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin at your nape. “if you keep squeezing me like that I’ll make you a mommy again.”

“p-please —” you breathed out, your words soft and airy as you whined. “wanna feel it, koushi~”

sugawara chuckled, his hips stuttering for a moment as he rested his forehead on yours. “anything for you beautiful, now go on, I know you’re close.”

your lips sought out his to stifle the symphony of moans that fell from your lips. he indulged in you, of course, he couldn’t say no if he tried.

pulling away, he gauged your blissed expression as you came — brows knitted, eyes glassy, and lips glossy from his own. the straps of your pretty dress hung off your shoulder as your neck began to bruise a purplish red from his earlier assault.

it was beautiful enough to make him cum on the spot, groaning as he held you in place with the strength from his athletic years.

sugawara placed you on your feet, snapping your panties in place with his usual charming smile it made you wonder how the same man had you whimpering like a teenage girl a minute ago.

“I’ll see you after the ceremony sweetheart.”

sawamura d. ♡

— you and daichi were acquainted for lack of a better word. your son has a habit to be reckless and is dumb enough to get caught. this tends to happen when you’re out of town, leaving him with his father who can’t set him straight like you do.

— daichi is usually the officer on duty. these incidents happen in the early hours of the morning, on weekends – precisely his work hours.

— he knows your kid isn’t a bad kid, in fact, he reminds him of him when he was around that age.

— you sped over from the airport, picked him up and took him home and returned to fill out the paperwork.

— daichi could tell you were tired, frustrated, and overall stressed to the brim, but damn were you the finest woman he has ever laid eyes on.

— your hair was clipped back loosely, straightened strands framing your face as your eyes skimmed the familiar document. his gaze, as inappropriate as it may be, fell to the white button up shirt that did nothing but accentuate your cleavage, teasing the red bra you had underneath.

— one wrongfully right move and he’ll throw caution to the wind without a second thought.

“f-fuck just like that-” he rasped, staring down at where you were between his legs in the faculty break room. never has he been so thankful for his go-for-nothing coworkers that don’t bother showing up.

all he did was offer to release some stress with a massage. calloused hands working firmly to get rid of the knots in your back but you were moaning about how good it felt.

he couldn’t help the tent in his uniform but you offered to. ‘returning the favor’ you insisted, guiding him to the chair and shamelessly fell to your knees.

neatly manicured nails were wrapped around the base as the other popping the buttons of your blouse tantalizing slow. you put on the real show with your mouth: lips wrapping around his cock, your tongue dragging against the underside, hell even the hollowing of your cheeks made him weak.

“you’re a little vixen you know that?” he seethed, thighs flexing as you hummed against his length. his gaze dropped to your fully exposed chest still decorated with the lacy fabric. you looked like a dream but he prayed that this is his reality.

you removed your lips with an audible pop, pumping him vigorously and staring up at him with an innocence that’s mocking.

“want you to cum right here, okay?” you mused, dragging your finger across the valley of your breast. “i promise I’ll clean it up, won’t have to worry about a thing handsome.”

seriously, how was he supposed to hold out when you say things like that?

he came, hard, painting your chest right where you told him too in sticky ropes of white. his head was leaned back in ecstasy, dark strands sticking to the sweat slicked skin of his forehead.

semi-embarrassed, he covered his reddened face with his arm, catching his breath and refusing to look at you to prevent another erection.

against his better judgement he took a peek, and regretted it immediately as blood began rushing back to his cock.

there you were, gathering his cum with your fingers and sucking it off as if this was some shitty porno.

“keep it up and you’ll be going dumb on my cock by sunrise.”

iwaizumi h. ♡

— it’s been three years since you had your daughter and the baby weight is just as stubborn as the little girl!

— you had no idea where the start with a meal plan, gym equipment, it was a bit overwhelming and you decided to hire someone to help ease the stress even by a little.

— unfortunately in iwaizumi’s case, all you did was cause stress.

— not in a proper sense. you were nice, adored your kid, worked hard, and not that much older than him.

— that is the issue.

— you were perfect in every sense of the word. a little too perfect. he couldn’t help but think about putting you in more compromising positions and getting comfy when showing you the ropes to certain equipment.

— the last thing he would want to do is make you uncomfortable but if the situation calls for it maybe he can put it all on the line.

“you’re so fucking pretty I swear.” he grunts, his blunt honesty making your body heat up. you wanted so badly to cover your face, instinctively hide your body, but the elastic ropes around your wrist made that impossible.

his kisses were chaste, sweet, but made you shiver each time they came in contact with your soft skin.

“you’re t-teasing me,” he only chuckled at that, teasing your folds with his fingers before he slipped one in, making you jolt from the intrusion.

“trust me on this baby, I’m not teasing you. i mean it when I say you’re sexy as hell.” his gaze was fixated on you as he added a second finger, watching as your lips parted to allow a wanton moan to reach his ears.

he was taking the time to learn you body, what made your face twist and pleasure or caused you to be the most vocal, adjusting it to his leisure until his hand shined from your pools of arousal.

“gonna taste ya, and you’re going to keep these legs nice and spread for me alright? don’t make me tie ‘em down too.”

iwaizumi almost felt bad when he saw the tears leak from your eyes but, as he flattened his tongue against your clit, your eyes rolling back in the purest form of ecstasy, any and all second thoughts flew out the window as he began to devour you.

it was a struggle. resisting the urge to squeeze your thighs shut became your main focus. not the volume of your moans that passerby’s are sure to hear from the outside or the sheer desperation in your voice as you begged him to keep going.

your orgasm came in a flash, your legs convulsing as they closed around his head but he didn’t mind — not when you did so well for him.

when you body calmed down he untied your hands, sitting you up and pulling you flush against him on the bench.

“is it really a workout if only one of us is sweating?”

hinata s. ♡

— brazil has a lot to offer hinata. endless summer, an attractive tan, a reconciliation with an old rival turned friend, and you : a pretty exchange student studying abroad.

— he truly thinks the two of you are meant to be. what are the chances are being here, at the same time, in the same hotel, and crossing paths?

— hinata is absolutely smitten by you three months in of your friendship. you’re fun to be around, trying new things left and right, and when you speak portuguese?

— top him and top him now.

— the day he found out you had a daughter no older than four, showing him the various pictures of the two of you (and begrudgingly the details of her father when asked) he is seeing you in an entirely new light.

— you were stunning when you were pregnant, and your daughter is splitting image of you, but he can’t help but imagine you swollen with his kid.

— he wants it, he wants it bad.

“fucking hell princess, I can barely move.” he grunted, keeping his unruly pace as he bullied your cervix over and over again without trying.

hinata was delighted. you were taking him, stretching to accommodate his girth. if it wasn’t for your nails digging into the skin of his back he would think he was dreaming.

“‘s too much, g-gonna break me!” tears streamed down your cheeks as you hiccuped, moans sounding more and more like whimpers as he continued to fuck you stupid.

he only scoffed, gripping your wrist with one hand without messing up his rhythm. “can’t break the pussy that was made for me, can I?”

hinata was hyper aware to ever sound that accumulated between the two of you. the hotel bed creaking underneath you, every whine, whimper, hiccup, and moan that left your lips, the sound of his balls slapping your ass witch each thirst; he was hypnotized by sex with you.

the words you tried to say were jumbled, incoherent, and he cooed at the sight. “gonna cum baby? go on, say what I wanna hear and I’ll let you.”

you felt like you were sinking, deeper and deeper until the pleasure you felt felt became too much. the pressure in your abdomen felt odd, yet, you couldn’t release it. not when he was staring you down like that, daring you to cum without permission.

“p-please let me cum shoyo, I-I can’t hold it,” the desperation in your voice made him twitch inside you, the untamed lust and want causing his release to creep up on him quicker than usual.

“you better make a mess on it princess.”

i can explain … 🧍🏽‍♀️but I will not

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#happy birthday sugawara my bby <3 #almost forgot the tags its now 11:45 omg #x black reader #black y/n #black reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata smut #hinata shoyo smut #sawamura daichi x reader #daichi x reader #sugawara smut #sugawara x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi smut

[beedreamscape]

(Laerryn's cleaning her personal resting room for the first time in ages as a means of clearing her head. Post-divorce.)

On the corner of the room, a bundle of fabric sits around the corner away from view behind the side of a bookshelf. Upon closer inspection, she knows exactly what it is and why it's there. She picks it up, straightens it, holding it up by the shoulders --- a light purple and incredibly soft button-up shirt.

A soft smile comes to her lips as she recalls with precision the night when it ended up there. She had been the one to lure him into the room, to pull out his sweater, to unbutton his shirt and then toss it across the room away from view. She had him in this very room, on this intricate and expensive Gwessar-made rug, whose edge she now caresses with the toes of her boot, observing the colorful assortment of birds weaved into it.

She remembers him putting his sweater on inside out, she remembers the kiss he gave her before rushing out with his shoelaces still untied, late for an important meeting.

(She had convinced him to stay a while longer before, she always did, until the day she convinced him to leave.)

She shakes the dust off and stares at it for a moment, feeling the texture beneath her fingertips.

She then brings the fabric towards her face, jumping over any restraint she might've fancied herself in possession of, and inhales the familiar scent with a shiver --- the odd sweetness of his sweat and the fresh and woody Marquesian parfum she helped him buy while the city went over Sumer'Irel.

For the first time in a long while, she loses track of time, unaware of how long she stands there with his shirt pressed to her lips, holding the tears at a bay, feeling her muscles tense and tingle at the longing that shakes the meaty core of her soul. To have gotten this close to another person to know their smell, to tether it to all the wonderful moments they shared, how alien, how lovely, how tragic.

She pulls it away from her face against her desire, folds it as neatly as she can and looks for Dweomer in another chamber.

"Would you be so kind as to take this to Mr Seelie, D?"

It was rare for Laerryn to send her aeormaton in tasks outside of the labyrinth, even less something this mundane, but for some reason this felt too personal to entrust any stranger.

Dweomer's eyes flicker a different colour for half a second, the only means through which she could show emotion in her metallic face. Her original function was never to care for Laerryn, but she couldn't help the care and worry towards her that bloomed over the years.

"Of course, my lady."

It's curious how Dweomer's entrance into his office doesn't startle Loquatius even as she glides in without knocking. Despite the divorce, most members of the Herald's Tome took her presence with naturality and politeness, no doors were locked for Mrs Coramar-Seelie's the Architect's aeormaton.

"Good afternoon, Mr Seelie. I come in the Architect Arcane's behest to deliver this." Dweomer's movements are fluid and delicate as she places the shirt down on his desk in front of him.

Recognition comes instantly, he doesn't remember exactly when or where he had lost it, only that her hands were all over him the last time he had worn it then realizing he didn't know it had gone weeks later.

"Where did she find it?"

"My lady was cleaning up her secondary office, I supposed she came upon it while doing so."

"Oh," he breathes out with a weight of nostalgia in his voice, recalling the occasion he last had it on.

The somewhat awkward shape it has been folded into also strikes his memory, running his fingers along the collar. "Did you fold this?"

"No. She handed it to me as such, sir."

"Oh..." He can't help a smile. "Thank you kindly, Dweomer. Would you like a coin to munch on?"

She softly chuckles. "Thanks for your consideration, Mr Seelie, but I've been well sustained in the Labyrinth."

"Very well then. Have a good rest of your day."

"Equally, sir."

Dweomer bows her head and makes her way out. In the process of watching her go, Loquatius notices several eyes looking through the glass wall of his office from their desks, curious about what could the Architect Arcane's automaton be doing here. Loquatius could almost be mad, had he not picked them out to work for him especially for that trait, their unbridled inquisitiveness.

Nevertheless, he gestures his hands up in a quick and simple glyph and the glass slowly fades darker which on the outside creates a mirror, but from the inside he can still observe them.

Finally in privacy, Loquatius takes a moment to hold up the shirt and be flooded with the memories. These days he gave more preference to his shiftweave garments, but individual standard pieces like this were the ones he used to wear at home, in her presence, times when there was barely any reason to change or hide.

Feeling resignation finally kick in, he unravels the shirt to hand it to Aria, have it washed, ironed, properly folded and placed into his inventory; then he spots it.

It would've been faint had the contrast in color not been this striking, but a smudge of red lipstick, barely the resemblance of the shape of lips sits on the inside of the shirt near the collar, an unlikely place for her to leave a mark back then.

He runs a pale finger across the border of it and red comes off on his fingertip, fresh.

It's embarrassing, the flustered mess he becomes at that. He hides his face inside the shirt for good five minutes --- picking up the faintest whiff of Issylran violet that any other person would never detect but him.

He collects himself with a deep sigh, folds it as neatly as he can and sends for Aria.

"Please, place this with... with my things."

He looks away, trying to evade her studious stare --- the more they know him, the less effective the masks become.

She wants to ask about the aeormaton, about the shirt, about his bewildered demeanour, but for somebody trained in the art of questioning, she's quite adept in keeping her mouth shut and her curiosity restrained.

She nods. "As you wish."

#loquaerryn #laerryn x loquatius #loquatius seelie #laerryn coramar seelie #dweomer #writing #flash fic #lil idea I had that wouldn't fit my long fic #i made up a place since I didn't find anything on age of arcanum marquet #a demonstration of small fun .ways how to yearn for your ex-spouse

[just-a-floofy-catt]

I WROTE THIS LITTLE DRABBLE AGES AGO AT LIKE 7AM IN A FEVERED DAZE 💀💀💀

Im not a writer, like, AT ALL, so this is probably pretty bad lmao

But i had the urge to still post it sooo here it is ✨️

(Its written about my self insert, Avery, but you can totally see it as yourself or your oc or whatever! ^^ )

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Avery is an insomniac.

Moon is easily frustrated and becomes very aggressive when people dont get adequate sleep when they're supposed to.

Can't imagine how that could go wrong💀

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Oh for fucks sake.

The lights were out, having suddenly plunged you into darkness.

You were just starting to get used to Sun over your past few shifts after finally meeting him, and now you were presumably going to have to face Moon unprepared.

With the stories people told about him and why to avoid him, you were immediately on edge, skin prickling with anticipation and senses feeling heightened and sensitive with your newfound lack of sight.

You cursed and fumbled for your flashlight, shaking slightly and almost dropping it with your anxious hands.

Despite not being able to see, or even hear, anything, you could feel his eyes baring into you pointedly, making you feel like prey being stalked. You would say it felt similar to the eerieness of being observed by Sun, but no. This felt much scarier - Darker, almost. Not just unsettling.

Your fingers press into the flashlights button desperately, other hand tightly fisted by your side, painted nails digging into the fabric of your glove.

The white cone of light immediately illuminates the area at your feet, and you quickly sweep it up to look fully at the area in front of you.

Nothing.

Just a dark, empty playplace.

No attendant to be seen.

You will yourself to look harder and scan each inch of space before you diligently, squinting into the void.

A light jingle of bells and a raspy snicker sound behind you all too late.

Before you can so much as turn around, cold metal and silicone hands slam you against the security desk, your wrists held behind you in a bruising, clawed grasp and the side of your face forced to press harshly against the surface of the desktop.

The solid body of what you could only assume to be Moon was bent over you, caging you in.

He relaxed rather quickly, almost releasing you as a gentle yet devious laugh left him. It seemed to reverberate through the whole of his casing, rumbling and edged.

"Someonessssss up past their bedtime~"

...

He leaned in closer to your ear, taking his hands fully off of you now.

"This isnt your shift. You need to sleep. Otherwise, thats breaking the rules for when im hereeeee"

His voice sounded dangerous, the low growl of it making you shiver.

You tried to gather some courage, and twisted your body fully to stand face to face with him.

"They needed me to fill in the nightshift here tonight."

You tried to keep your voice steady, watching him carefully as he took a few steps away from you, still keeping narrowed eye contact with those glaring red LEDs.

"Anyways... i dont think we've met before, Moon, since im pretty much always doing dayshifts here. Im-"

"I know veryyyy well who you are, little lamb. The sunny idiot has told me alllllll about you~"

His growling voice sounded lulling as he began to prowl before you, crouched like a

slinking predator in wait as he continued boring into you intently.

"...Including how you always seem tired during your shiftsss, and almost fall to sleep constantlyyyyy..."

You swallowed thickly.

You pressed your back to the solid security desk and followed his movements very cautiously.

"Well, regardless, im working as nightshift staff tonight. Which, if i know correctly, means you should not be trying to put me to bed. You know the nightshift staff have different sleep schedules."

That was indeed true, from what youd been told.

Moon was apparently stern with kids, but could be downright aggressive with adults, especially if they broke rules.

He knew the night staff were here to do their jobs. It didnt stop him from acting irritable towards them, but it still meant he didnt interfere with them unless they did something wrong.

Therefore,

He should not be trying to get you to go to sleep or whatever the fuck sort of bullshit he was trying to pull.

His low growl trilled its way into the empty air again,

"How cleverrr~"

He rumbled out a subtle sarcastic huff.

"But unlikeeee the regular night staff, you also worked here today. A little yellow birdie told me as much..."

He began to round over to your side. You followed him with the angle of your body, always facing him.

Having your back no longer at the desk made you feel much more exposed.

"So youve probably not slept at alllll, sweet little starrr. And i dont take too kindly to naughty boys who refuse to go to sleep when they should. Especially when it seems to be such a reoccurring misbehaviourrrr~"

You could feel your heart start to race as he crept steadily closer to you.

You backed away from him at the same pace. You felt if you tried to run away, youd merely be caught and dealt with, like falling victim to the prey drive of a predator.

"Um-M-my sleep schedule is of no concern to you. I need to do my damn job, Moon. S-stop trying to intimidate me!"

Your lips quivered relentlessly and your throat caught on every breath of air, making it hard to form the words properly.

He simply rasped out an eerie chuckle, a sound that bled into a much darker growl as he took yet another creeping step.

His eyes were still completely and utterly fixated on you.

"Im afraid i cant let this slideeeee, little lambbb~"

You heard the chilling tap of his claws on the edge of the desk as he continued to slink towards you, vaguely menacing.

"If you wont sleep on your own time like a f*c#i^nG adult, then i have no choiceeee but to put you down for a nap here like the naughty little boy youre actingggg likeeee"

You were starting to get frustrated with his bullshit and it mixed dangerously with your adrenaline and fear in your chest.

"FUCK OFF, MOON. YOURE BEING RIDICULOUS"

Your breath stilled suddenly as you realized what a dangerous game youd just accidentally played into.

Silence fell for a moment.

"My, my.... i think that requires a punishmenttttt for such a rude responseee~"

His voice was threateningly quiet.

...

"Now you better hope you can tire yourself out enough to fall to sleep like you shoulddddd so that i dont have to make it too harsh, little rulebreakerrrr~"

The word 'little' felt all too right as the giant animatronic loomed over you.

Agreeing to this had been the worst fucking mistake of your life.

A fear filled moment of shock held you in place for a hearbeat.

Then, when your feet finally shifted, you took off sharply towards the play structure.

A vicious snarling noise left his voice box, followed almost immediately by a borderline manic laugh.

--------- (ill write the chase scene eventually. Probably.)-----------

You knew he was directly behind you.

The blood rushed in your ears.

Tears gathered and burned in your eyes.

A shriek gathered in your chest

...

But was unable to rip out of it as a large, chilled hand curled tightly over the bottom half of your face.

"I winnnnnn~"

His voice distracted you briefly as you snapped your head towards the rasp, only for you to be dragged unceremoniously from the play structure and hoisted into his tight grasp.

You struggled, panicking for a moment, but it was futile in his mechanical hold.

As you settled, you realized it was oddly comfortable, much gentler than his harsh strangle-hold from earlier.

"You got caughtttt, you little S#i*. That means youre going to sleeppp. Right. Now."

He hissed it out, almost spitting put the first sentence with his still very clear annoyance.

You were still so confused.

What the fuck had just happened?

The adrenaline from being practically hunted down, by what was honestly a very intimidating and presumably dangerous robot, was quickly falling away due to your extreme exhaustion. You felt like you were going to pass out, between your sleeplessness and having just had a (possibly) near-death, exhausting experience.

Your head was too fuzzy to comprehend where he may be taking you.

Suddenly, you were whisked into the air, and high into the still-darkness

"WHAT THE FUCK"

You jolted and instinctively clung to Moon with an iron hold.

He merely grumbled out a sound of amusement as his feet touched something solid again and he continued walking, parting what you assumed was a curtain.

Being carried through the pitch-black by a possibly-killer animatronic that just stalked you like you were his next victim had your fried, tired nerves still on end. But what else could you do other than hold on and hope for the best? And you would be lying if you said you hadnt had atleast a little faith that he wasnt as bad as everyone told you.

The room you entered was lined with fairy lights, making it possible to finally see again.

Unfortunately, as you looked up, you saw that Moon looked no less imposing in better lighting.

You were subsequently set down far gentler than you wouldve expected onto a soft collection of pillows and plushies in the corner. He promptly tucked you in with a blanket. You merely remained frozen, still immensely confused and exhausted.

Moon muttered as he stepped back slightly from your resting place

"If you wouldveeee cooperated in the beginning like a goooooodddd boyyyy i wouldn't have had to chase you..."

"I need to make sure the children are well restedddd and sleeping when they shouldddd.... and this also happens to apply to the adult staff too."

He growled for emphasis on his serious point.

You still felt faintly as if he were going to jump you.

The switch to this calmer, gentler persona had felt pretty jarring when he caught you.

It was clear to see that he just took his job very seriously and got easily riled up, but that didnt change the fact that he had scared the shit out of you.

You chose your words carefully, still cautious.

"Im.. sorry... Moon. You scared the hell out of me"

You couldnt tell if you were actually sorry or not, but you thought it best to try and get on his good side.

He rumbled out a hum in respose.

"How elsseeee am i supposed to get people to follow the rulesssss?"

You blinked at him, not responding.

"If you just agreeeeddd to go to sleep from the very beginning and apologised, we wouldnt have had a problemmm~"

He said it with an air of unbothered nonchalance.

You looked at him almost incredulously.

You had your job to do!

You couldn't have just agreed and gone home to sleep!!

He was a whole new breed of stubborn to assume that doing that was okay just because *he* wanted you to.

"You chased me!"

You blurted out.

Curse your anxious oversharing that kept getting you in more trouble.

"Onlyyyyy because you took off instead of listeningggg and going to sleep."

You huffed.

You know you shouldnt have, incase he got provoked again, but you couldnt help it.

Atleast you hadnt spoken about any of the other points you ought to bring up.

He seemed unamused.

"Nowww go the f*U#k to sleep."

He spat out, growling once again.

You thought better than to challenge Moon again, and closed your eyes.

Your insomnia and lingering adrenaline fought you, but as you heard a gentle music box accompanied by a soothing hum, your exhaustion prevailed and allowed you to fall into sleep.

#catt rambles #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddys #moon fnaf #fnaf moon #fnaf moondrop #moondrop fnaf #moondrop #moondrop x reader #moon x reader #moon x y/n #moondrop x y/n #dca x reader #reader x dca #daycare attendant x reader #dca x yn #fnaf dca #dca fnaf #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant fnaf

[pxrxcxa]

Boy next door

✶ One shot

Pairing | Eddie x fem reader

Post summary | Eddie catches and interrupts his neighbour during her ‘alone time’, - so he promises that he won’t tell anyone about what he saw if she lets him watch her finish.

What to expect | 18 + so minors DNI, Perv!Eddie, Dom!Eddie. ‘O’ denial. Some degrading language ( he calls you a slut once and then it’s sweetheart from then on out)

Post Warnings | Pure Smut.

Word count | 3.5 K Word Count.

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Authors Note | you guys have no idea what a pain in the ass it is to write this in my fking notes app - so I really hope you enjoy and appreciate this 😂😭😭 I could never stop writing for you all though 😏🥺

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The whirring sound increased as my shaking hand slid the button on the sex toy between my legs up to the second level, making my head dig into the mattress as my shoulders arched into the air. Overwhelming pleasure shot up through my frame as I pressed the vibrating head into my slit harder, rolling it back and forth over my throbbing bud that was begging for more.

The thin, aging walls of the trailer didn’t offer much recluse, but I couldn’t help myself. My neighbour, long time friend and recent star of my never ending sex dreams - Eddie Munson had joined my roommates and I to watch our weekly horror movie on the floor of our small living room last night. The fat joint passed between our lips had hindered my thoughts, stealing my attention from the low budget effects of blood and gore spread across our small static tv screen.

My legs curled up against my stomach as the toy slipped between my weeping folds, vibrations flamed throughout the lower half of my body as my hand moved to pinch at my hardened nipples, imagining that my soft warm hands were strong, deft fingers covered in bulky silver rings instead. The images of yesterday flashed to the fore front of my mind as I writhed mercilessly under my own arm, pretending that our movie night finished in a different ending.

Eddie was lounged across the floor on his back beneath where I was curled up on our rickety couch opposite my room mates cuddling on the other end of it, my eyes had raked the solid planes of his body as I took advantage over his attention glued to the screams and murderous sounds screeching from the tv set. I’d been fine until he’d raised his arms above his head, exposing a milky white strip of skin above the belt of his jeans as he rolled his hips into the air.

I’d stopped breathing as the rise and fall of his chest made the line of his pants fall lower, unmasking a dark line of a snail trail that disappeared into its beckoning depths. I’d clutched the thin blanket draped around my legs closer to me, sure that the throbbing between my thighs had its own beacon as I tried to hide my struggle.

Eddie, damn him, had no idea about his hold on me as he turned his face to the side and gave me a cheeky half smirk, raising his eyes brows in a ‘you all good’ silent question.

No I wasn’t ‘all good’, and as his biceps flexed as he placed his hands behind his head and ran his tongue over his lips, turning back to the screen, I’d wanted to run down the hall, rip my vibrator from where it was plugged in charging beside my bed, and pretended once again the the silicone toy was Eddie running his tongue along my wet pussy and his hands wrapping around my neck.

It had felt like forever before the screen turned black and my roommates rose from the couch with groans and muttered goodbyes as they headed to bed. I’d hesitated to stand up with them, scared the the growing throbbing between my legs as I struggled to keep my eyes off Eddie, had soaked through the thin fabric of my pyjama shorts.

He’d saved me the embarrassment by leaving first, I swore I’d practically jumped out of my skin as he reached up to grip my knee as he launched up from the ground, using my leg to push off as he stumbled to his feet.

Eddie, completely oblivious to the turmoil I was suffering under his gaze, had just held out his fist and smiled goodbye as he headed home to his trailer across the road. As soon I closed the door behind him and slid the lock into place, I tripped over my feet in my hurry to get to my room, lightening my footsteps as I passed my roommates room directly next to mine.

They had the decency to keep it quiet when I was around, so it was with deep loathing and effort, that I shut my vibrator away until I was alone and made do with my fingers.

It just wasn’t as good though, I hadn’t been able to make myself finish, even with the vivid mental picture of Eddie hovering above me and whispering about all the dirty things he wanted to do with me, raging though my mind as my finger tips slipped against the wetness between my folds, rolling harshly over my throbbing clit as I tried to force my orgasm.

I’d wanted to scream with frustration as it evaded me, so as soon as I’d heard my housemates ancient car roar to life at the crack of dawn, I’d snatched the pink wand from my side table draw and had it between my thighs as I wriggled out of my panties.

The instant pleasure as I hastily held down the on button and held my breath impatiently, flooded me in a way I’d never felt before as I played in my mind from the beginning, the sexual fantasy I’d conjured up of my neighbour.

My head lolled back as my vibrator sent a zapping throughout my frame, making every muscle in my body clench as I pressed the toy harder against my clit, almost painfully as the sensations in my nerves electrified. My abdomen coiled in the familiar release as the buzzing deepened, screaming out in protest as I pushed it past its limits.

Slick dripped down my thighs and between my folds, drenching the sheets beneath me as my breathing turned to gasps and stars burst behind my closed eyes.

I was close.

So fucking close.

My arms began to shake as I gripped the vibrating hilt with two hands, my back arched off the bed as I curled up in the air. The distant sound of a wire door smacking back on it’s hinges broke through my concentration, and panic shot through me before I remembered that my roommates were at work for at least a couple more hours and I’d definitely locked the door anyway, I knew the walls were as thin as paper and it was probably just the deaf old women next door.

I squeezed my eyes shut tighter and ignored it, picturing Eddie’s rough fingers gliding over my thighs and lightly playing with my aching pussy, he’d glance up at me with his cheeky half smile and make some witty comment about how wet I was. I groaned and rolled my hips up against the vibrator, tensing as my impending orgasm crept up like a tsunami wave.

“Eds…” I mumbled into the crook of my arm, gasping and biting into the soft patch of skin there as I jolted.

“Ahh fuck Eddie.” My free hand that trembled, rushed lightly as a feather across my skin to crush the sides of my throat, the lack of air adding the mounds of pleasure.

“Hey y/n you got a lighter I can borrow - fuck”

“EDDIE” my scream wasn’t in pleasure, but in shock as my bedroom door flung open to reveal my thoughts in real time. The joint he’d held up in anticipation tumbled to the floor as his hands shot up to cover his face, his cheeks tuning a deep red beneath his fingers.

I’d thrown the vibrator away in my surprise as I scrambled to rip up the loose sheets to cover my half naked body and the incriminating scene, it fell between the wooden side panel of my bed and chest of draws where it buzzed embarrassingly louder then ever. With a stream of horrified “oh my god”s I reached down and fumbled with the off button for an ungodly amount of time, hiding in my hair as a bundle of profanities rushed to my lips.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” I screeched, sitting up into a crossed legged position as I chanced a glance at him, his face was screwed in what I panicked was disgust as his tongue ran over his lips.

“I needed a lighter - what are you doing!” He shot back, hovering in the door way as his feet shuffled back and forth uncertainly.

“Gardening genius, what does it look like?” My usual sarcasm dripped through to mask my horror at being caught.

“I - uh - well. Is it safe now?” His words made me blush deeply.

“Yes oh my god Eddie, it’s safe.” I breathed a half hearted laugh as he peaked through his fingers, lowering his hands as he avoided my gaze.

“I uh um knocked, but I guess you didn’t hear me.” His eyes raked over my scarcely hidden body beneath the flimsy sheet, before flashing away quickly when I caught his stare lingering.

“How did you even get in here? The door was locked.” I scolded, tightening the cotton fabric under my arms.

“It was.” He grinned, shrugging his shoulders at his invasive antics.

There was a loaded pause that hung heavy in the air between us as my breathing slowed and his stance relaxed slightly. My thighs slipped against each other from the slick pooling between my legs as I fidgeted, chagrin flowing through me over my vulnerable position.

“Okay… well there’s a lighter on my desk that you can keep Ed’s.” I waved my hand towards the corner of my room, watching his hands flex at his sides.

But still, he didn’t move.

“I… heard you.” He admitted, his sheepish grin crinkling his eyes as mine shot up to meet them.

“What?” I exclaimed, embarrassment choking me.

“I heard what you said… or moaned I guess.” He crossed his arms as he leant against the open door frame.

“Oh my god Eddie I didn’t mean for you to-“

“Yea that’s right. ‘Eddie’, I heard you.” He nodded his head with a smirk as I stared back in shock, speechless.

“Hey I mean it’s okay. But do you wanna tell me what that’s about?” His smile slid from his face as I sat motionless and silent like I could melt through the wall behind me to disappear.

“… or not. I just thought that there might be something you wanted to tell me.” He shrugged his shoulders down at me again, laughing as he hesitated in the doorway, his usual confident cockiness returning the longer I trembled under his stare.

Maybe there was, and maybe under different circumstances where booze and drugs were involved, I would admit to him that he and those dammed dark eyes were what kept me up at night, but I’d be dammed if I was going to tell him right now when he had the upper hand.

“Screw you Munson.” I snapped, the last lingering fragments of my embarrassment leaving my body and anger replacing it.

“You better not say anything to anyone or EVER bring this up to me” I groaned, covering my blazing face with my hands.

“Wanna make a deal?” His voice was gruff and filled with something unfamiliar to me. I stole a quick peek at him through my fingers before hiding away again.

“Whatever… I just figured that you didn’t get to finish and you might want to.” I didn’t stop to consider his words and their meaning behind them before I bit back at him.

“Yeah well maybe when I get a fucking moment of privacy I will.” My frustration made my retort flow easier.

“Can I watch?”

“What?”

“Can I watch you finish?” His words were slow and precise, so that I didn’t miss a single syllable. His eyes flashed with something sinister as I gasped, staring down at where my fingers loosened around the sheet gripped to my chest. He waited patiently for my answer, standing frozen as a flurry of emotions played across my face.

“That’s the deal. Take it or leave it. I get to watch you finish… or I’m walking up and down the entire trailer park with a banner telling them what a dirty, horny slut y/n is.” His smirk was so cocky and confident, like he already knew my answer.

My fantasy - or something very close to it - was coming to life, and for the first time in mine, I didn’t have a witty comeback.

I searched his face to see if he was serious, nerves fluttering through me as my clit throbbed excitedly. He stared back unchangingly, almost waiting for permission as I sat undecidedly.

His dark raging eyes, as they ran over my entire body like he was seeing me - really seeing me- for the first time, made the choice for me.

I blindly reached out beside me as my gaze never left his to fumble for the cold metal I tossed away earlier, Eddie’s Adams apple rolled nervously as I uncrossed my legs and leaned back against the pillow, stretching out as the sheet fluttered and rested over the curves of my body.

With shaking hands I held back down on the on button, quickly hiding it beneath the white fabric that protected me from Eddie’s prying eyes.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

That Eddie was standing right there and watching me get myself off. I felt like I should have been more embarrassed and cautious, but as I moved the pulsing vibrator back between my legs, all my inhibitions were thrown out the window. I tossed my head back as I grinded my hips down into the mattress, letting my lips form into an ‘o’ as my nose scrunched.

My orgasm had slipped through my fingers before, but as I ran the sex toy up and down my folds, collecting the wetness that pooled beneath me, it rushed back without failure. As I let the first unintentional gasp fall past my lips, I heard Eddie’s sneakers brush against the carpet.

He’d moved, almost like he didn’t mean to, to stand at the end of the bed between my legs, his hand had travelled down the bulge beneath his straining jeans, palming against his hardness. His eyes - flaring with intimidating urgency - flashed up to meet mine as I faltered beneath the sheet.

“I said ‘watch’ sweet heart, y’ain’t exactly putting on a show here.” His words shot through me like a knife of toxicity, they should have made me end the whole thing there, but it spurred me forward.

Erotic moans and whimpers passed my lips with ease - almost porn worthy as I tried to prove his teasing wrong - as I let the cotton fabric slip down my chest, a deep growl rose in Eddie’s chest as I wrapped my fingers around my hard nipple, pulling and twisting as pleasurable pain shot through me. I hissed as the vibrations made my pussy scream in frustration as I shakily slid the toy up to its highest setting.

I’d thrown my head back so I didn’t see him, but I felt the mattress groan and roll under his weight as he kneeled on the end of it between my covered legs. I snapped my eyes open in surprise and accusations as he hesitated, a moment of clarity flashing across his face as I shook beneath him. He had his fist clenched around a hand full of the sheet besides my knee, his gaze probing mine in a consentful question as he waited patiently.

I nodded ever so slightly as I bit my lip and anticipation curled within me, Eddie didn’t spare a second as he tore the sheet off of me, letting it flutter to the ground behind him as his eyes devoured the sight of me melting beneath him.

I snapped my thighs closed with a wet slap as his stare traced down my naked body, with a feather light touch as the vibrator blared between us, he tranced his fingers down my legs, allowing me plenty of time to tell him to stop. But his hands didn’t move towards mine like I thought - like I wanted him to - instead they moved across the shivering skin of my knees, curving down my soft calves as his fingers hooked around my panties trapped between my ankles.

My gasp of shock was stolen from me as the invisible coil tightened inside of me, Eddie ripped the leopard print fabric and brought it to his face, inhaling deeply as his eyes rolled back in his head. The sight of him doing something do dirty almost had me falling to pieces right then and there.

“Fuck you smell so good y/n, wanna taste you. Maybe later, you need to finish.”

“Ahhh fuck Eddie - I can’t I can’t.” Yes I could, my moan of protest was more referring to how I couldn’t handle what he was doing to me, it was all too much. He was still completely dressed and had barely touched me but I was still coming undone at the sight of him. The coil tightened even further as the body wrecking end rushed towards me. I practically screamed as Eddie flung himself over me.

“I can.” He grunted against my bare skin. All manners were forgotten as he sat back up and hooked my right leg over his shoulder, his quick, experienced hands replacing mine as he buried the vibrator further against my glistening pussy.

I squeezed my eyes shut as the overwhelming pleasure wracked me and became the forefront of all my senses. Tears sprung to the corner of my eyes as he switched between pressing the silicone head against the oversensitive bud and cruelly ripping it away every time I tensed and bunched up.

“Oh fuck Eddie. PLEASE.” I screamed out, tearing at the sheets beside me as I grinded my hips up into the air pointlessly, finding no purchase as he held the vibrator high in the air teasingly.

“Not yet sweetheart.” He laughed against my ankle, turning his head to place a soft, wet kiss along my sensitive skin. But he relented, bringing it back down between my legs as I let out a thankful moan, the glowing, golden feeling threatening to drown me instantly. I gasped and shivered as I felt the tips of his fingers graze between my soaking folds.

He barely noticed the hold he had on me, he had brought my panties back to his nose as he rocked with the motions he was playing against my mound, groaning into the wet fabric as I reached out to wrap my hands around his wrist, swearing.

I felt a painful ache against my thigh as I glanced down, Eddie had started to hump against it, his large cock screaming against his tight jeans had left a wet patch there. I didn’t mind, in fact watching him use my body for his own means was single handedly hurtling me towards my orgasm at lightning speed.

I felt my fluttering walls throb and curl around nothing as it ripped through me, making me arch against the bed like I was in a scene from the exorcist. Bliss exploded through me as I screamed his name, each time he’d denied me my release and my frustrations from the last twenty four hours, made it that much more sweeter, it felt like it lasted for hours as the high finally came down and my vision cleared.

Eddie has dropped his grip from around my ankle, pressing my panties against his crotch as he thrusted forward faster against my leg, the bed rocked beneath us with his movements. With a final gasp he curled over my shaking frame, pulling my now cum soaked panties away from him to reveal a large, dark stain against his jeans.

His eyes filled with lust, flicked up to meet my awe struck ones as a smirk played on his lips. I stayed still - or at least couldn’t move - as he leant up to place a sweet kiss to my forehead, shoving the wet fabric between my shuddering lips. He laughed as an aftershock flinched through my body, the taste of our mixed essences flooded my mouth.

The lining of his jacket grazed my bare skin as he straightened up, I didn’t dare look at him as my body collapsed further against my bed, focusing on the crack in the ceiling above me as his voiced drifted through the roaring in my ears.

“I look forward to the next time I catch you sweetheart.”

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Also Readers - if anyone is looking for a slow burn Eddie x y/n, check out my Opposite Ends series.

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talk to me, lucky (part 4)

summary: You're Maverick’s kid. You’re also Bradley Bradshaw’s best friend—or at least, you were. What lies between you two now is uncharted territory.

pairing: bradley "rooster" bradshaw/mitchell!reader

wc: 3k

a/n: me posting another part two days later? it's more likely than you think! i hit the angst button on this one sorry y'all :')

<- part 3 | part 5 ->

When Bradley Bradshaw was little, his father put glow stars on his ceiling when he said he was afraid of the dark. 

After Goose passed away, things slowly faded away with time and nicknacks slowly started to be replaced as time marched on, memories began to fade, people started to talk about Goose less and less. 

But the one thing that remained constant over the years were the glow stars Nick Bradshaw painstakingly pressed into the ceiling of his young son’s bedroom. 

I remember them so vividly, even now. It was amazing to me how they shone just as bright in his pitch black room at the age of nineteen as they did when Bradley was two and tucked under his dad’s arm as he read him Goodnight, Moon for the hundredth time. 

The night I realized I was in love with Bradley Bradshaw, we were lying beneath his stars. The irony of the whole thing was that I was only there because of a fight with my father. Dad and I didn’t fight often at all, which made those rare arguments peppered into my teenage years explosive. Honestly, I couldn’t remember what the fight was about, only that at some point along the way, Dad had mentioned Mom and the word disappointed and even though I knew he didn’t mean it, that he spoke before he thought, it sent me spiraling. I remember I trudged through the pouring rain down to the other end of the street because I couldn’t even stand to be in the same house as him. 

Carole was waiting on the front porch for me with a big fluffy towel when I finally trudged up the steps. In hindsight, I should’ve realized then and there that I was the luckiest girl in the world—my father was madder at me than he’d been my entire life and yet he called Aunt Carole to make sure I didn’t catch a cold when I got to her house. That’s how much he loved me. 

She helped me into the half bath downstairs, where one of my many changes of pajamas left at the Bradshaw house was waiting. She took my wet clothes and sent me and my fluffy towel upstairs to Bradley’s room. 

I remember trudging up those stairs trying not to cry, because it was the worst thing I could possibly imagine for Bradley to see me crying. But, he was waiting in his doorway, brown hair tousled, clearly having been roused from a restful slumber. He smiled sleepily at me and held out an arm, and I remember how bad the sob that escaped me hurt my chest as I hugged him tight around the middle, and he guided me into his dark room and under his very fancy, very soft duvet. 

We lay there in silence for a long while, his fan spinning, and my watery eyes were focused on the stars over our heads. There had to be hundreds of little neon green dots glowing above our heads—very childish for a nineteen year old, but it was such peace to look up and get lost in the cosmos from the comfort of a familiar bed. 

“We’re analyzing this book in my Lit class.” Bradley spoke quietly, one arm tucked beneath his head and the other hand on his chest. “The Outsiders. Have you ever read it?” 

I couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Yeah, during my freshman year of high school. What’re you doing reading that in college?” 

“It’s part of the unit. Revisiting books we read at a lower curricular level. It’s really cool to see how different we see books at fourteen compared to now. It’s like a whole new light.” Bradley never explained things to me like I was stupid, and ever since he started college it was nice to hear what I would expect once I graduated. “Anyways, it made me think of a nickname for you.” 

“A nickname?” 

“Yeah!” Bradley laughed out with a nod. “I mean, Little Mav is cute and all but it’s not even you, it’s just a play on your dad’s callsign. You need something special to you.” 

Finally, I tore my eyes away from Goose’s stars and turned my head to look at Bradley. “Okay, what was the nickname?” 

Bradley turned his head to look at me with a smile. “Cherry.” 

“Cherry?” 

“Yeah, like from the book? Cherry Valance?” 

I laughed and nodded, waving my hand. “Yes, Bradley, I know who she is, but why Cherry?” 

“You remind me of her.” Bradley said simply, and I raised a brow at him, though he could barely see it in the darkness. 

“How so?“ 

“Well, Cherry is kind to Ponyboy, even if he does live on the other side of the tracks. And she’s whip-smart, and courageous. Open-minded, too, just like you. It just fits. Plus, you’re sweet, just like cherries.” Bradley explained himself very precisely, and I couldn’t help but smile. 

“I love it. Though, if I’m Cherry, I’ll need a Ponyboy.” I reasoned, and Bradley hummed thoughtfully. 

“I suppose I could be your Ponyboy. If you’ll have me.” He mused after a moment with a cheeky grin, and I nodded quickly, turning my eyes back up to the stars again. 

“I’ll have you always, Bradley Bradshaw.” 

“I know you will. That’s why I love you.” 

I remembered how well we took to those silly nicknames in the few years we had them before Bradley left.

I remember how bad he caused sunsets to hurt after he was gone.

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As I walked onto the tarmac, sunglasses on my nose, I felt a hand snag my forearm, snatching me from my nostalgia. I was spun around unceremoniously, and Rooster was there, staring down at me over his father’s aviators. 

“Did you know?” He asked quietly, probably to avoid the other pilots from overhearing. He really didn’t need to talk so quietly, because the planes nearly drowned him out. “About your dad being here—did you know??” 

“Yes.” I replied, yanking my arm from his grip. 

“You could’ve warned me.” 

I clenched my jaw. “Warned you? What would you have liked me to say, Bradley?” I adjusted my footing, bringing my hand up to my chest. “Oh hey, so I know you haven’t talked to me in ten years and abandoned me over something my dad did, but just a heads up—he’s our new TOPGUN instructor!” He opened his mouth to speak, but my dad cut him off from behind us. 

“Rooster!” A light switch flicked from within him. I watched as his spine went straight, and he stepped around me, continuing on his path to his F-18, abandoning our conversation entirely, like he did most things lately. “Bradley!” Dad called again, and I scoffed bitterly, headed for my plane all the same. “Lieutenant Bradshaw!” Dad barked eventually, causing Rooster to stop. I watched from the nose of my F-18 as Bradley turned, towering over my father. Angry at him, angry at me, seemingly angry at the world. It felt like a bullet entered my chest as I watched them interact, so very different from the memories of my youth. It felt like a black sludge was slowly creeping over them, infecting the happiness of the past with the reality of now.  I wished things could go back to the way they used to be. I wished Goose didn’t die, that he’d had been there to raise his son, I wish his accident hadn’t scared his wife to death and pressued my father to make a deathbed promise. I wish Uncle Ice hadn’t helped my father pull Bradley’s papers, I wished Bradley would just understand my father only had his best interest in mind. I wished for a lot of things, things that would never come true, things that I couldn’t change but still weighed me down like a ton of bricks all the same.

Suddenly and all at once I shook that pain right out of my body, flapping my arms and hopping from one foot to the other, rolling my shoulders and neck and refocusing, readying myself to do my job. I wasn’t here to reminisce on the past, I was here to do a job and do it better than the men and women around me. I was here to live up to my father’s legacy. If we were going up against Maverick, there was no room in my head for anything other than the strategy and skill I knew I possessed, because I knew he was going to give us a run for our money. 

And sure enough, he did. We dropped like flies, one by one by one. The pilot in me was frustrated, but the little girl in me was amazed. Never did I think I’d get to see my dad fly, witness firsthand why I was the daughter of a living legend who actually lived up to the legend. But up there in that cockpit, I got to watch him become Maverick, picking us off like lemmings led to slaughter. 

First ones down was Rooster, who reaped what Payback and Fanboy sewed as the first victim of their idiotic two hundred pushup bet. 

“That should be us down there.” Payback mused as we watched from the window while Hondo counted off Rooster’s pushups. I nodded. 

“But it’s not. And now you know a little something about Rooster.” I replied, eyes lingering for just a little while longer before I turned and headed off for my time in the sky. 

Next was myself, with Harvard and Yale as my wingmen. Much to my disdain, they’d stopped to take a selfie with Bradley as he did his pushups, which I found to be in poor taste. Dad killed them fairly easily once we got into the sky, but I put up enough of a fight to make him sweat before he finally caught tone. The sun was hot and my arms ached but I had to admit, I was all smiles as we hit the tarmac for our pushups, listening to Hondo taunt the Ivy Leagues about their selfie with Rooster. 

Following them was Hangman, with Phoenix and Bob supporting. As much as I hated to admit it, Lieutenant Jake Seresin was one hell of a pilot. He lasted a lot longer than any of the others, even if he did play dirty and ditch his wingman to get those extra seconds. Watching him do his pushups was just as satisfactory as the previous group. 

Dad killed Omaha, Coyote and Halo after that, and sent Fitz and the Ivy Leagues for another round with Hondo immediately after. 

My final shot against my father left Hangman flying between myself and Bradley, and I kept my eyes ahead as I clicked my mask in place just as Hangman began to run his mouth. “So Rooster, mind if I ask you a personal question?” 

“Would it matter if I did?” 

“What’s the deal with you and Lucky? You two can’t even stand to be in the same room as each other.” I rolled my eyes as he literally talked over me, like I wasn’t even there. 

“It’s none of your business.” 

“Okay. What about you and Maverick? Seems like he’s got you a bit rattled.” Even with his mask on I could hear the smirk in his voice, and Bradley rolled his eyes this time. 

“Still none of your business.” He snapped, looking around. “Now where the hell is he?” 

Dad’s voice cut through comms. “Been here the whole time.” Pushing my jet forward, I watched in disbelief as Dad pulled his jet up to loop on top of Rooster.

Completely inverted on top of Rooster. 

 Jake seemed to be on the same page as me, his eyes wide. “Holy shit.” 

“C’mon,” Dad taunted, and I sighed heavily, slumping back in my seat in annoyance. “Let’s get it over with.” 

“Fight’s on!” Rooster shouted, before pulling a hard right and turning the nose of his jet down. 

“What is with these two??” Jake asked, and I just shook my head, watching as the two most important men in my life went head to head in a downward spiral. If I’d have been able to talk without choking up, I probably would’ve aired our dirty laundry out to Hangman right then and there. 

“Alright, you put us here. How are you gonna get yourself out?” Dad grunted. 

“You can bail out anytime!” Rooster huffed in response. 

“How low you wanna go, Rooster?” 

“I can go as low as you, sir! And that’s saying something!” 

“What’s past is past, for both of us!” 

“You’d like to believe that, wouldn’t you?” Rooster snapped out, some bite to his voice, pain in his words.

“Yeah, well the least you can do is leave her out of it!” 

I angrily unclipped my mask at those words, quickly wiping away the tear that slipped down my cheek and turning my head away from Jake so he wouldn’t see. The last thing I needed was the cockiest pilot I’ve ever met seeing me cry in the cockpit, as if I didn’t feel pathetic enough. I wish Ice hadn’t signed that paper to push my father through to Fightertown. 

“Hard deck is five thousand feet, fellas. You are running out of room.” Jake was trying to pull them apart, I’ll give him that, but his words fell on deaf ears as my father and Bradley went spiraling further and further down. 

“Your strategy is about to run us to the ground. What’s your move?” My father asked Bradley, and I gripped the stick tighter in my hand. 

“Pull up.” I muttered under my breath as Jake and I flew side by side, eyes on the active train wreck below us, neither one able to look away. The further they went, the faster my heart slammed into my chest, leaning forward in my seat until I couldn’t take it anymore. “DAMMIT PONYBOY, PULL UP!!” Rooster suddenly yanked the stick and leveled himself out behind but above my father, and the shot couldn’t have been more perfect. 

“C’mon, Rooster, you got him! Drop down and take the shot!” Hangman urged from my right, and I found myself agreeing with him out loud, urging Bradley to pull tone and take Maverick down. 

“It’s too low!” Rooster excused, and my dad declared for everyone to hear that it was too late, he had his chance, before he pulled the stick back and thrust the throttle forward. Hangman and I could only watch as Dad’s jet glided up into a Cobra maneuver, before dropping down and locking tone on Rooster. 

“That’s a kill.” Dad declared breathlessly, and Rooster hung his head with a swear while Hangman shook his head. 

“Same old Rooster.” 

I was the last one to land, having taken my time to get back to base. I really didn’t want to see anyone, especially my father and Rooster, and I was thankful that at least Bradley wasn’t there as I climbed out of my cockpit. Hondo and Dad remained on the tarmac, talking to one another, and I thought I could slip right by them when I caught my dad’s eye.

“Lucky!” Dad called after me, but just like Bradley had before, I walked right by him. I heard him swear behind me before heavy bootsteps were on my tail, and his hand snagged my elbow, just like Bradley had done before. 

Something in me snapped. 

I whirled on my heel and dropped my flight bag, slamming my fists into his chest as hard as I could. With a soft ‘oof’ my dad stumbled back, eyes wide in disbelief as he looked at me, hands raised in defense. “Birdie—” 

“Don’t you Birdie me, are you CRAZY?!” I screamed, the sensation unfamiliar and disgusting in my mouth. I never raised my voice, especially at my father and certainly not on a tarmac in uniform but I just couldn’t take it anymore. The anger between him and Rooster was driving me insane, there was a pit in my stomach that I couldn’t soothe and a lump in my throat that I couldn’t swallow and it was all their fault, and I shoved my father back again. “You could’ve killed him! You baited him, and for what? To tease him??” 

“To teach him!” 

“Teach him what?? HUH?? What did he learn from that?? What did you accomplish aside from making things worse??” I reached my hand up and Hondo quickly stepped between us, a hand on my shoulder. 

“Lucky—” He tried, but I yelled right over him, pushing against his hand and swiping at my dad again. 

“You need to pony up and admit you did a fucked up thing to him. And yes I know Aunt Carole made you promise before she died and yes I KNOW you’re scared because of what happened to Uncle Goose but Bradley is a big boy now and one of the best pilots in the Navy because if he wasn’t he wouldn’t be here so you need to grow up, step back and let him make his own choices!” The words came out of my mouth like vomit, so fast and so quick that it left me breathless at the end. I slumped slightly against Hondo’s hand, watching my father’s eyes search my face. “You are so stupid for breaking the hard deck. You could have died.” That lump in my throat grew larger, hands shaking as one came to rest on his chest. “You are all I have. Don’t you realize that? I already lost Bradley. Don’t make me lose you too.” 

“I’m sorry.” My father whispered, and I just sighed, all the fight having drained out of me as I stooped down to grab my flight bag. 

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to.” From behind us, a familiar, deep voice boomed out. 

“Captain Mitchell!” The three of us turned to find Bates standing by the hangar door, looking less than pleased. “Admiral Sampson would like a word.” 

“I’ll see you at home.” I patted Dad’s back, before walking off, completely missing Lieutenant Jake Seresin standing by his F-18, a smirk on his face. Likely because he had just witnessed the entire thing. 

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