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imthebadguyyy · 7 months

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Something Just Like This II

pairing - charles leclerc x reader

fandom - f1

summary - a look into your relationship

part - ii (part II) (part III )

a/n - more angst??

"everyone, I want you to meet charlotte”

never before had a single sentence made your head whirl the way it was. never before had you felt nauseous at the sight of your best friend, but that day, the wine you had drunk threatened to make an unpleasant comeback. never before had you felt your heart shatter at the sight of a person before, but you swore you heard your fragile heart shatter into a milllion unfixable pieces, as you stared at the gorgeous brunette with the sweet smile, currently greeting charles’ family.

it wasn’t just you that stood shell shocked. pascale stared openly at her son, confusion and sadness visible in her eyes, but nevertheless, the matriarch of the leclerc family greeted the young girl with a smile, kissing her on the cheek and welcoming her to the home that suddenly felt so cold to you. lorenzo stood up to, ever the kind hearted one, greeting her and offering a glass of wine to her.

arthur was the only one that sat shell shocked, mouth agape, and it wasn’t till lorenzo nudged hum gently that he stood up to greet the woman.

the smile on charles’ face made your already hurting heart ache a little more. he looked so happy, and you hated it. you felt the easy tears rising again, threatening to spill over, but you forced them back. no. you were not going to have a breakdown in front of charles and his family, and his new girlfriend. girlfriend. the word had never seemed so painful before.

but you put on your camera smile, flashing charlotte a warm smile, and giving her a small hug. “Hello, I’m y/n” you smiled softly at her, admitting to yourself that she really was a beauty. "hello, I’m charlotte, I’m a big fan!” she exclaimed, and you forced yourself to keep the smile on your face. “always a pleasure to meet the fans” you joked half heartedly, and she laughed. much to your relief, pascale, sensing your discomfort, pulled the girl into a conversation on the other side, leaving you, arthur, lorenzo and charles in her drawing room.

"so charlotte sine huh?” arthur asked, face blank of any emotion. he recognised the girl well, having grown up quite near the family. “yes, I met her the other day on my run and figured I might as well ask her out on a date” he smiled, grinning it himself at the memory. “she seems nice, n’est ce pas?” lorenzo asked, throwing you a sympathetic smile. “oui, elle est tres gentile” he affirmed, and you fought back the urge to cry once more. “mais, y/n, you didn’t tell me you would be here?” he said, pulling you in for a hug,

y/n. not cherie. that was your first thought. of course you wouldn’t be cherie anymore. no, you’d have to give up that title, you reasoned, inhaling a shaky breath.

"i wasn’t supposed to. but i met maman in the afternoon and she invited me over for dinner, and i missed you guys so i thought i might as well” you said, quite honestly. “lovely, that way I can introduce you to charlotte too, no?” he smiled, and you faked a smile once more, before politely excusing yourself.

taking deep shaky breaths, you slipped into the balcony, glass of wine still in hand, sipping on it slowly to keep you grounded, you recognised the sound of feet softly making their way to you, and before you knew it, arthur’s blue shirt came into your line of sight.

how are you holding up?” he asked, wrapping his warm around.

you let out a shaky breath, taking another sip of your wine, and throwing him a watery smile. “simply splendid, tur” you whispered, and arthur swore he felt his heart break for his older sister.

"il ne sait pas ce qu’il ressent cherie, donne lui de temps, je sais qu’il t’aime” he doesn’t know how he feels darling, give him some time, I know he loves you he said, and you let the first tear drop, feeling it roll slowly down your cheek and drip onto the railing.

“no don’t cry” arthur mumbled, feeling such sadness on your behalf. with a soft sigh, he pulled you in for a proper hug, letting you bury your face in his shirt, and balancing your wine glass on the balcony railing.

how had it come to this? this wasn’t how you expected your night to go. you had hoped at the end of it you and charles would have been the ones cuddled up on the couch, laughing and chatting with his mother.

but unfortunately, fate had different plans.

dinner was an oddly quiet affair. pascale’s delicious dinner received multiple compliments from the five of you, but there was an odd tenseness in the air. and you knew it was because of your presence, that the atmosphere was so tense.

"merci maman, pour le diner, mais, je pense qui je vais rentrer chez moi, maintenant, je suits tres fatigue” thank you mum for the dinner, but I think i will head home now, I’m very tired you said, giving the woman who had been a second mother to you all your life a tight hug. you saw your own sad smile reflected on her face, and she gave you a bowl of chocolate mousse to take home.

"leaving already?” lorenzo asked, pulling you in for a hug as well.

“oui, je suis tres fatigue, enzo” you whispered, and he dropped a kiss to the top of your head. “d'accord, bonne nuit ange” he said, and you smiled at him. arthur insisted on walking you all the way to your car, and you let him, grateful for his company.

“is he gonna be with her forever?” you asked, the childish question slipping past your lips, voicing the fears you had in your heart. you knew it was silly to ask. but you had to ask, you just had to.

"no, don't be silly ange. of course he won't. i know he's my brother and i do love him unconditionally but he is terrible at maintaining relationships. in fact he is utterly hopeless. you know why? because he isn't with the woman he truly loves" arthur stated, helping you into your car.

you just sighed, leaning up to kiss his cheek and then starting the engine. the roar of your ferrari brought a small smile to your face, and waving him goodbye, you drove out.

yes, you were distraught but no, you were not going going to let it wreck you. but even as you forced yourself to be strong, you could feel your heart cracking into a million pieces in your chest. you had felt heartbreak before but never had you felt so absolutely wrecked over someone. not just someone.

your best friend. your bestest friend in the whole wide world.

and you had never told him you loved him.

the thought brought bile rising to your throat, and you had to pull over to throw up.

finally, you stopped resisting the tears, and let yourself break down completely in the car, parked near the dock in monaco. you sobbed and sobbed and wailed, lashing out at the wheel of your ferrari, releasing all your pent up hurt.

you turned the radio up, trying to muffle out the sound of your tears. the last thing you expected was the knock on your window, that had you reaching for the pepper spray and slowly lowering the window.

"hey, you doing okay y/n? i saw your car and i heard what sounded like crying so i thought.." your eyes met lewis' sweet ones, currently displaying concern for you.

lewis hamilton leaned down, taking in your red eyes and nose.

he knew you quite well, he had seen you with charles and lorenzo and andrea very frequently around the paddock, and had even spent time with you in monaco when charles invited him for dinner.

he'd never admit it, but he had always thought you were beautiful. but a few stories from pierre suggested to him that you and charles were a thing so he never said anything to you.

but here you were, tears streaming down your face, blasting someone like you by adele on the radio and he knew something was wrong.

"oh! hey lewis. didn't think anyone would be here, i just wanted a minute" you smiled.

"i can leave if you want, just wanted to make sure everything was okay" he said, and you were touched by the sincerity in his eyes.

"im okay" you spoke softly, not trusting your voice to go above a whisper. "but i could do with some company" you admitted, chuckling.

"anytime" he smiled back at you. you opened to door to your car, letting him slide in the passenger seat.

"out on a jog were you?" you asked, driving down to your favourite icecream store (vegan of course)

"yep, i had a lot on my mind and i just wanted to run it all off y'know" he said, and you noticed the shift in his eyes and the sadness reflecting in them.

"this season's getting to you isn't it?" you whispered, and felt your heart go out to him when he nodded.

"lewis, one season doesn't define you...and you've been performing marvellously considering the car you have. im not exactly an f1 whiz but you're still the best. without a doubt" you said honestly.

lewis chuckled, and then turned to face you directly. "don't let charles hear you say that" he joked, and immediately he noticed the shift in your demeanour.

"uh yeah i won't" you mumbled, with a tight smile. "is everything okay with you two?" lewis asked, concerned.

you sighed, stopping at the store and looking determinedly out the window, trying your hardest not to cry.

"yeah it's all okay. im just a little overwhelmed right now is all" you sighed.

lewis nodded, not pushing you to tell him anything you didn't want to.

"c'mon, let's go and get some ice cream" he smiled at you, getting up to open your door.

your story

caption : late night snack 💗@lewishamilton

replies -:

@.yourbestfriend - girlie pop is that lewis hamilton you've tagged?!?!

@.arthurleclerc - icecream without me? :(

@lorenzotl- icecream with lewis?

@lewishamilton - had so much fun! definitely trying the biscoff one next time💜

@.charlesleclerc - is that our icecream spot y/n?

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sighing, you let your hand crash against the piano, wincing at the discordant notes.

this stupid melody had been playing around in your head for weeks and you couldn't put it into a proper song.

at the same time you had also decided the best thing you could do was put space between you and charles, and so, your communication had decreased significantly.

arthur still spoke to you regularly and visited you almost every week. he often brought carla along, who you adored, and who thought of you as an older sister.

he kept you updated on how everyone was doing, and you spoke to lorenzo and pascale over text when you could.

but of course it was hard to avoid your best friend when your social media feed was full of posts about him, now more often with his girlfriend, and you were having a hard time ignoring it.

letting your head drop back, you stretched, hearing your back crack like bubble wrap. the ding of the text notification from your phone made you sit up, smiling when you saw lewis' contact pop up on the screen

lewis h 💜: hey, just wanted to check in on you and make sure you're doing okay?

you : hello, I'm doing okay, thank you for asking 🫶🏼

lewis h 💜: what have you been upto?

you : just trying to figure out this melody, it's driving me insane

lewis h 💜: don't dress about it. i've heard your music and it's absolutely phenomenal. just relax, breathe, and let the music flow.

you : thank you. i can't thank you enough

lewis h 💜: anytime darling 💗 hope to see you soon?

you : ill be there at the monaco grand prix!

lewis h 💜: ive been meaning to ask, would you like to come as my guest to the mercedes hospitality?

you : id love to but..i don't want to cause a media storm..

lewis h 💜: fuck the media honestly. if i want to bring a friend to the paddock, ill bring a friend to the paddock.

you: lewis hamilton swears? 😯

lewis h 💜: hahaha. so ill see you there?

you : yes. ill be there 💗

lewis h 💜: looking forward to it y/n 💗

smiling, you put your phone down, almost giddy with excitement.

like magic, the melody seemed to fall into place and you called your friend jack.

"hey jack, I've got this idea, but ill need some help" you said.

jack antonoff laughed and said, "on it. another pop hit in the making?" he smirked and you laughed. "i sure hope so. ill see you soon then"

you smiled to yourself.

maybe life wasn't so bad after all.

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@kymillman- @yourinstagram arriving at the monaco grand prix, but not in her usual manner with @.charlesleclerc, but rather with @lewishamilton, with a mercedes cap. she also made her way past the ferrari hospitality and went to the mercedes hospitality, but always a pleasure to photograph her.

@predestinato - oh dear what did charles do :( she's always supporting charles at all the races and she's been at every monaco grand prix since he got into f1. i miss her :(

@charles16monaco - she's with lewis now? i was hoping to see her at monaco with the leclercs.

@ynfan23 - mother is serving as always!! but i do wonder where charles is...

@ynlnisaqueen - serving looks and badassery.

@charlesbanana - charlie noo :( but yn looks gorgeous as always but i don't want to lose her to mercedes 😭

@lh44fanbase - sir lewis?? shooting his shot?? with our resident popstar queen?

pushing your sunglasses up your nose, you took in the sight of the monaco paddock, smiling as the sun warmed your skin.

the buzz and chatter and roar of engines felt like home, and you felt so excited to be back.

you spotted lewis, walking with roscoe to the media pen, and you watched as he turned towards you and shot you a bright smile.

you didn't expect him to turn and sprint towards you, and wrap you in a hug. you heard the click of cameras behind you but you didn't care. you were glad to have a friend in the paddock.

it felt a little strange to not walk into the red, bustling ferrari hospitality, and instead into the calm atmosphere of the mercedes one. it felt strange to walk past the sea of red, and you did feel a tinge of guilt.

lewis noticed. and he nudged you, bending to whisper, "it's okay, we're just here as friends. and it's just one race. let's just chill okay. ill treat you to more icecream too" he smiled and you giggled, walking into the hospitality.

across the paddock, charles frowned. he hadn't known you would be at the paddock. you were always at the monaco paddock with him, ever since his first grand prix.

he was used to seeing you wearing some element of red, a cap or a shirt or pants. but you were wearing a mercedes cap, and you hadn't even bothered to tell him you would be at the gp.

he pursed his lips, and decided to make his way to the car. he just needed to be focused on the quali and not on how you were with lewis-

no. he shook his head vigorously. he did not need that image in his head.

from the corner of his eye, he saw carlos approaching, and he sighed. he knew what he'd ask.

"cabron, where is y/n? why is she at mercedes? what did you do?" he asked.

"i did not do anything and i don't know why she's there" he said, sounding more put off than he meant to.

"are you sure? she always supports ferrari.." he trailed off, noticing how sad charles looked.

"what do you think happened?" carlos asked, leaning against the wall. the spaniard hadn't know you for very long, but in the time that he had, he had become one of your closest confidantes. he knew he would have trusted you with anything.

"i don't know, but she has been distant lately ever since..." he trailed off, unsure of the conclusion he had come to.

"ever since what?" carlos asked, growing impatient.

"ever since i introduced charlotte to her and my family.." he trailed off, eyes clouding over.

"ah. i see" carlos said. he didn't have to say anything else. he knew that charles knew, what exactly he wanted to say.

"mate, i know that you and charlotte broke up, and I know that it's because of a very strong reason. don't mess up mate. she's something special and you know it." carlos told his friend.

charles sighed, eyes dropping to the floor.

"best of luck for quali mate" carlos said, clapping him on the back and leaving to get ready for his own quali.

unfortunately for them, quali was shit for ferrari. engine issues meant that charles was p10 and carlos as p12, and much more irksome was the fact that lewis qualified p1, and the cameras had planned to your grinning and clapping.

he stormed off to the drivers room, slamming his helmet on the ground and sinking down onto the bed, roughly grabbing his own hair.

"tu es tellement stupide charles, tellement stupide et maintenant tu perds l'amour de ta vie"

sighing, he reached for his phone, and opened up instagram. he instantly wished he hadn't.

the first post he saw made his heart shatter into a thousand pieces.

@yourinstagram - delighted to announce my new single 'it's nice to have a friend' is out now on!! to all my friends who've been there for me, new and old, i love you to saturn and back. thank you for being my people and for loving me and guiding me through everything. i love u all 🫶🏼💗

tagged - @yourbestfriend @lewishamilton @carla.brocker @lilymunihe @kika.gomes

@ynfans77 - OMG WHAT A MEW SJMGLE I AM LISINF MT MIND

-@ynisabadassqueen - same girlie sameee!! 😭 miss maam really just dropped a banger out of nowhere.

@ynrules - OH MY GOD ITS SO GOOD YAS KWEEN SLAY!!

@kika.gomes - forever proud of u my love 🫶🏼so glad to have seen you make this song and see u power through life. honoured to be your friend and ill love u forever. always wanna hang out with u.

@lewishamilton - honoured to be on your team. my support is with you always. so proud 💜

@yourbestfriend - my favouritest friend. my babygirl. my love. my sweetheart. my talented darling. forever proud of you. forever glad i gave u my glove. 🩷

@lilymunihe- my darling u are a force and i adore u. you're my favourite person ever. so proud and i'm always there for u. ps alex has been sobbing for half an hour I think u broke him

-@alexalbon- no I am not lily 😭😭 but gorgeous job y/n. many congratulations 🎉

@carla.brocker - congratulations mom soeur. i love u always 🩷💗🫶🏼 so glad to have u in my life and have u guiding me. you're an icon and a force to be reckoned with. forever grateful for u.

@arthur.leclerc - you are truly a wonder. congratulations cherie! 🩷

@yncharles2216 - she didn't tag charles :( all those years of friendship...

@charlesfans - she's two faced. forgot charles already.

-@ynfans - we don't need u here. mother slays and you're a loser.

liked by @arthur.leclerc @.kika.gomes @.yourbestfriend and @carla.brocker

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charles took in the sight of the blue waters surrounding the boat.

his brothers, their girlfriends, his mother and their friends had all decided to spend the day on the boat. lorenzo and arthur were enjoying the football game on the tv, and carla and charlotte (lorenzo's girlfriend) were enjoying a sunbathing session on the deck.

charles sighed. he missed your presence on the boat. in fact, he missed your presence overall. usually, the both of you would be chatting away to glory, or playing games or just lounging about together.

he hadn't realized exactly how much your presence meant to him until you had slowly begun to pull away.

he felt tears rise up and he blinked them away furiously.

from the corner of his eye, he saw his mother approach him.

"salut maman" he smiled, kissing her cheeks.

"charles, pourquoi as-tu l'air si triste?" charles why do you look so sad?

"je ne sais pas maman, je... elle me manque tellement" i don't know mum, i... i miss her so much.

"mon fils, tu sais, je sais, nous savons tous que tu aimes y/n. pourquoi tu ne lui dis pas chérie ? elle t'aime tellement aussi et ça me fait mal au cœur que deux personnes destinées l'une à l'autre ne soient pas ensemble." my son, you know, i know,we all have known that you love y/n. why dont you tell her darling? she loves you so much too and it hurts my heart that two people destined for each other aren't together.

"mais... et si elle ne m'aime pas, maman ? je ne veux pas ruiner notre amitié et je ne veux pas la perdre. et c'est égoïste, mais je ne veux pas être blessé" but.. what if she doesnt love me back mum? i domt wamt to ruin our friendship and i dont want to lose her. and its selfish, but i dont want to be hurt..

"charles, l'amour est une douleur. dire à quelqu'un dont vous ne savez pas qu'il vous aime, que vous l'aimez est terrifiant, mais c'est ça l'amour. mais tu ne peux pas laisser cette peur t’arrêter. ne manquez pas votre chance de trouver le véritable amour. souviens-toi de mon fils, un amour comme celui-ci n'arrive qu'une fois dans la vie" charles, love is pain. telling someone you don't know loves you, that you love them is terrifying, but thats what love is. but you cant let that fear stop you. dont miss your chance at true love. remember my son, a love like this comes only once in a lifetime.

"je le ferai maman. merci" i will mum. thank you.

pascale pressed a kiss to her middle son's forehead, and left him to his thoughts. she knew he had a lot to think about.

charles knew he had a lot to think about too. he knew he had to tell you that he loved you, because damn it, you were his sun moon and stars and he would be damned if he let you go.

he smiled, a plan forming in his mind. he called carla and arthur, knowing you had a soft spot for the two of them.

"les gars, j'ai besoin de votre aide" he said.

"how can we help charles?" carla asked, smiling at him.

"i want to tell y/n that i love her"

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a/n - part ii finished!!! i hope you guys liked it 🩷🫶🏼 comments, feedback, opinions, reblogs are always appreciated! my comments and inbox and are always open so feel free to drop in any time!!

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queer-n-here · 21 days

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*falls from the sky* Hello. Can I PRETTY PLEASE request for an Akutagawa x reader. So like—

We all pretty much know how bratty Akutagawa can het right? So maybe one day Akutagawa is being a little brat like ignoring you and etc so reader makes him cockwarm us? And poor poor Aku is sobbing for us to just fuck him already.

I HOPE THIS IS A DECENT IDEA💗💗

—🧛 anon

Welcome to the annon fam, yo!

I gotchu on bratty Aku rn. Hope you like it!

Contents: Akutagawa begging you to fuck him, and then you obliging.

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, biting, cocksleeve, nipple play, rough sex, gets slightly dubcon during the end, dacryphilia (all my fic gave dacryphilia, I just forget to mention it lol).

Akutagawa was at his limit.

You were too cruel, too mean to him during sex. Look at you now, cock buried deep inside Akutagawa's hole as he sat on your lap. But you just wouldn't let him move! Fuck that, you weren't even looking at him!

Your eyes were glued to your paperwork instead, and you seemed fully focused on the heap of pages on your desk. Akutagawa, however, had his eyes glued to your face.

He was butt naked, arms wrapped around neck and chest pushed out towards you, his nipples erect and red. His hole was stuffed full of your cock, but you weren't letting him move. He needed it, he needed you.

He tried grinding down on your cock, pathetic hole begging to be railed. But you gripped his waist, shooting him a warning glare.

"Please, [Name]..." Akutagawa begged, his shoulders trembling. "Please."

The tears that had been collecting in his eyes all this while we're finally starting to fall, slipping down his face as he sniffled. You looked up at him at the sound, and then nonchalantly returned to your work.

"You want my attention now, hmm?" You said, moving your glasses further up your nose as you studied a document. "Only an hour ago you were ignoring me when I was trying to talk to you."

Akutagawa whined, burying his face into the crook of your neck as sobs shook his body. "Pl-please... I'm sorry."

You hummed distractedly in response, grabbing a pen and starting to write stuff down. A minute later, Akutagawa pulled away from your shoulder to look at you, face wet. He leaned forwards and placed his lips on yours.

You let him kiss you, dropping your pen back onto the table as he bit and nibbles at your lips, trying to push his tongue into your mouth. You knew he was trying to get you aroused, and because of the way his chest was rubbing against yours, you almost took the bait.

When Akutagawa pulled away breathlessly, a line of saliva still connecting your lips with his, and he looked at you pleading.

"Please, [Name], please." He begged. "I-I can't take this anymore..."

Sobs shook his body again, and you raised a hand to hold his chin steady. "Hmm, is that so?"

Akutagawa hated this, he hated it when you played dumb, but there was nothing he could do outside of nodding pathetically.

"What do you want me to do, then?" You asked him, the ghost of a smirk on your face.

"J-just..." He swallowed, face heating up. "Fuck me. Please, [Name], can you fu-fuck me?"

"My," Your thumbs rubbed over his nipples, and Akutagawa gasped and leaned into the touch, cock twitching. "When you ask so nicely, how can I deny?"

You stood up, making him gasp again and clutch your neck tighter for balance. With one sweep of your arm, the stack of papers on your desk had fallen to the ground, individual sheets flying everywhere. In their place you laid Akutagawa down on his back, looming over him.

His hole was slick around your cock, and when you lowered your head to kiss and suck on his nipples, it tightened around you, begging desperately. You obliged it, pulling your cock out till only the tip was in, before thrusting the entire length in again. Akutagawa arched his back, his hand grabbing the back of your head to hold it closer against his chest as he moaned.

You started thrusting in a rhythm, the loud squelches and moans from Akutagawa almost drowned out by the sound of skin slapping skin. He wrapped his legs around your waist as you pounded into him, rough and fast.

Your movements were aggressive, and Akutagawa was getting louder with each thrust, face screwed up and wet hair sticking to his forehead as an endless stream of tears slipped down his face. You pulled away from his chest, placing your hands on either side of his head and fucking him so hard his blunt nails dug into your back, drawing blood.

"Fffu- Hah! [Name]! Nggh!"

Your eyes were glued to his pretty face, his swollen lips and red cheeks. Fuck, he looked so sexy crying like that, eyelashes wet and eyes blurred. You sped up further, cock assaulting his hole with the ferocity of a starving animal.

"You like getting fucked like this, right?" You hissed through gritted teeth. "You like it when you're nothing but a cock sleeve, hmm?"

And he nodded senselessly, mouth open with moans that grew into cries as you abused his walls with your tip.

A particular thrust made him arch his back right off the desktop, and you shifted to hit his sweet spot again, feeling him clench around you. Akutagawa wrapped his arms around your shoulders, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

You fucked him hard and raw, your desire primal and inhuman as you bit down on his shoulder, making him whine. He didn't have the strength to hold onto you for any longer, and he fell back onto the desk.

His pupils were blown out, and his brain was getting cloudier with each nudge of your tip against his sweet spot. His poor brain couldn't think of anything outside that cock of yours anymore, stuffing him full so nicely, making him lose the feeling in his legs.

His cock was slapping uselessly against his stomach, and you reached forwards to stroke it, your hand moving in the same rhythm as your hips. Akutagawa squirmed, almost screaming now, his hands scrambling around for purchase as you brought him closer to his orgasm.

He came, ropes of come shooting out of his cock as his hole squeezed so tight around you it was getting hard to thrust in it. He waited for you to slow down, but even as he came down from his high, you only let go of his dick, but continued your onslaught of his hole.

"No! [Name], ple-Ugh!" Akutagawa tried to pull away from grasp. "I just... Nggh! I just c-came, please! Hah!"

But you still didn't slow down. "You wanted me to fuck you so bad, right? So what's the problem now?"

Akutagawa sobbed and struggled, but you wouldn't let him go, so he gave up on his attempts, choosing to ramble on about sensitivity and breaks instead. With how his sentences were broken and punctuation with moans and cries, you could very easily pretend to not understand him.

You fucked him till you felt your own orgasm loom around the corner, heat building in your stomach. You leaned down to capture Akutagawa's lips in a kiss, biting harshly and making him sob. You came in him, your seed painting his walls white as you slowed down, hitting his sweet spot one last time before stopping.

The feeling of your come in him was enough to drive his sensitive body to a second orgasm, and more cum pooled on his stomach, dripping down his sides as you pulled out to look at him.

Akutagawa's expression was dazed, his bruised and marked chest heaving up and down with each breath. You gently pushed away the sweat-soaked hair sticking to his forehead, and planted a kiss in its place.

"You okay?" You whispered to him, and he nodded, eyes only half-open.

"Come on then," You slid your arms around him and lifted him up, letting him weakly put his limp arms around your shoulders. "Let's get you cleaned up, love."

#dom male reader #top male reader #dom reader #bungou stray dogs #sub bsd #sub bsd x you #bsd x you #sub bungou stray dog x you #sub bungou stray dogs #sub character #sub character x you #sub akutagawa #sub akutagawa x you

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Overheard Fantasies | Honkai Star Rail

Warning: Fantasies(mentions) of- Group Sex/Gang Bang, Blowjobs, Cunnilingus, Anal stuff, spanking, biting, deep throating, cum swallowing, more stuff i probably missed

Summary: And there you were with your best friends, talking about your fantasies of fucking the men you've met...who happen to be hearing your conversation from the other room

Pairings: Welt Yang, Jing Yuan, Gepard X Fem!Reader (together)

Mia's Notes: Yooo This was inspired by THIS ASK asked by @cxxmine lots of love for the ask!! I wanted to include whichever men i could but Im not too good with writing group stuff so I thought I'd write for 3! If you all like it then maybe I can write more owo but yep this is it for now, I hope you enjoy it mwah mwah Ps bold text is you talking and the normal text is their reaction

“Oh, Mr.Yang? He’s such a dilf, ya know? Like I would totally spread my legs wide open for him-oh or maybe just sit on his face- and I just know that he’s got the most skilled tongue ever. Would I call him ‘daddy’? Absolutely yes. Would I start whoring out if he called me his dearest little one? You bet I would be an obedient girl for him while all the other guys watch me be good for him."

Your sweet Mr.Welt Yang coughs into his fist, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, imagining it accidentally bump against your clit while he eats you. Really, he wasn’t that much older than them in looks…but apparently, in your eyes, you considered him a ‘Daddy’. Maybe he would almost immediately get addicted to the taste of your leaking juices, lapping them up greedily the way he’s imagined so many times. Yes, he’d desire for you to be a good girl for him, he doesn’t have the time to tame you and discipline you. But maybe a few harsh bites to your thighs, leaving marks of his presence ought to do the trick.

“I’d let him play with my ass while I’m being eaten out by Welt. I just get this feeling that he has the biggest thing for asses like have you guys noticed how his eyes keep wandering down when I walk in front of him? And if you’re asking if I’d let him stuff my hole…perhaps. I bet he has a collection of toys. Yeah…I wanna use them. I would also shamelessly ride his fingers if he asked me to.”

He’s smiling to himself, a slight glimmer in his golden eyes with faint pink dusting his cheeks. You are quite the observant lass aren’t you? Seeing the way his eyes have been stealing glances at your plush ass. And since you’re so willing to permit him to have his way with you, maybe he would stuff you with one of the many plugs in his possession. All different shapes and sizes that will stimulate you till you’re convulsing and rolling your eyes to the back of your skull. If you’re good for him, maybe he’ll smack your butt to sear his touch into your skin for you to never forget. And if nothing else, he’s got his long slender fingers that he can thrust into your puckered up hole till you’re loose and prepared for his cock.

“Awww I’d love to see his face all flustered and red as he tries to keep his composed self. Definitely going to give him head in this situation. Kiss his pretty red tip and run my hands up and down his thick cock- you know he’s gotta be sporting a monster behind those pants with a body and adorable personality like that. Roll my tongue all over the length till he’s shaking and cumming on me.”

Oh my…oh dear…Gerard has gone as red as a tomato, covering his burning ears to cool them and try to not let any more of your vulgar thoughts corrupt his mind. But he’s already too far gone, imagining having your hair in a fist while pushing you down on his generous length, watching how you so professionally swallow it all up, hollowing your cheeks to vacuum around his hot dick. Oh god, he’s imagining the way you’ll drool all over him and then lick him base to tip to clean the saliva and precum. If you’ll go on looking at him with those dazed eyes, he might just shoot a heavy load down your throat, clutching the back of your neck to keep you in place as he bucks into you.

The three men accidentally make eye contact with each other, breaking the uncomfortable gaze and bouncing on their heels, hands in their pockets to adjust their growing boners.

Will any of them make the first move to talk to you? I guess it’s up to March to decide how this plays out!!

#mia.writes #mia.smut #mia.thirst #honkai star rail x reader #star rail smut #honkai star rail smut #welt yang smut #gepard smut #jing yuan smut #welt yang x reader #gepard x reader #jing yuan x reader

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intimacy of being understood | nanamin ͏⸺ one shot

͏⸺ the intimacy of being understood, untouchable, unique and barely to understand, an hidden act of art reshaped to a favor of the gods, to crawl under the skin that is covering the depths of our hearts, we know so many things, yet we never understand ourselves, and to able to push the skin aside was so simple, yet so magnificent. Perhaps we craved more to be understood rather than being loved, to understand the vulnerability behind every confession, the growth of every movement, the association of connection and progress and the acknowledgment of existing.

and besides all your knowledge, philosophy and intelligence, you never figured out the act of being yourself, you didn't understand how you worked, why you acted like you did and why the thoughts were circling through your pretty head, but nanami did.

the way your fingertips carefully pulled on the simple bracelet around your wrist, the way you constantly yawed to get more oxygen into your lungs, the way you got quieter and your lips got tired of wearing your beautiful smile, the way your eyes followed every single movement to overanalyse every interaction and the way your cheeks blushed as you took small sips of your drink.

"mind if I steal my gorgeous woman for a moment?" Nanami interjected into the conversation of you and some other college’s with one of his charming smiles on his lips, as his he carefully placed his left hand onto your lower back, creasing the silky material of your elegant dress.

No one could ever refuse anything to nanami when he got that innocent charming smile on his lips, the kind of smile that holded his soul, the kind of smile that just needed three seconds to relieve the cruelty of the world and even if the light faded, his smile stayed.

"am I that transparent for you?" you whispered softly with an innocent smile on your lips while Nanami's hand stroked over your coccyx as he guided you outside, between the chatting people, out of the crowed room filled with stuffy air and the smell of alcohol. The other hand of Nanami rubbed over the little beard stubble, which his razor hadn’t caught and the charming grin didn’t faded as his eyes looked down to study you for a brief moment as he speaks up "you don’t need to tell me how you feel. I can see it for miles"

The loudness muffled after Nanami cautiously closed the glass patio door behind the two of you.

"I know it’s difficult for you when all these greedy looks are on you" the tall blonde man said as he watched you leaning your body slightly over the railing, admiring the landscapes and enjoying the calmness, away from all the people, letting yourself feel the comfort you needed.

Nanamin always rejected to be understood and being loved, yet he couldn’t help but fall the crucifixion of being loved by you, the torments of his mental awareness to differentiate the deed of the gods or the practical joke of the mischief devil, since you were everything he had ever prayed for, too good to be a gift of the gods and too innocent to be a sin of the devil. But if I’m between the spectacle of the world and the ever-changing state of things and the inherent fiction of everything, of the false importance exhibited by all realities, he always pleaded to wait to find you, in every myth and fiction, he dreamed among shadows and ruins, crawled through the coldest emptiness till the fullest ecstasy, just to find you.

You were terribly afraid of being known, yet desperate to be understood and Nanami was willing to learn every aspect about you.

"I know it's loud up here and way too bright for you" he mumbled against your scalp before he placed a gently kiss on top of your head, before he leans with his back against the railing studying the way the cold air blushes your cheeks and the dimmed light complimented your eyes.

Almost as if there was hiding a hint of absurdity, the tall man lost himself, forgetting who he was in this blurry reality while the intensity of sensation stunned his senses and all that was clear to him was you, the smudged dark eyeliner and rare blush on your cheeks, the fresh manicure and the elegant ring around your finger he had gifted to you as a promise, the messy hair and the little strands, which float around your face in the light wind. If you were a sin developed by the hands of the devil, Nanami would have fall on his knees and would make any agreement with the underworld, he didn't cared about how many love letters he must write for you, if he had to learn to play guitar to impress you, if he would have to read to you every night or if he had to work for the devil himself, he would do anything for you.

“sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself” a soft chuckle left your mouth, looking up through your dark lashes as your hands clenched around the cold railing and Nanami would've lied if he would denied the emotional chaos you caused inside of him as you looked at him with those eyes.

Obsessively, incessantly, perpetual and with maddering hunger he longed for your heart, manuscripts written down by his dreams about every movement you made to avoid his suffocation otherwise he would never stop talking about you, insane enough to believe it wasn´t enough to see you every moment with his clear consciousness, willing to never sleep again just so he wouldn't lose you from his sight. Nanami was never afraid of heights, yet this love seems so deep that he was afraid to fall, because you gave him something he can miss and now he knows forever what he'll miss when you leave.

A charming grin lifted the corners of his mouth as his thumb brushed over your little wrinkles around your lips “yet I don't know enough of you”

"You don't?" you mocked him jokingly, causing one of you dangerously gorgeous smiles lighting up your face, fading away these obstinate musical tones banging on the glass door as the tall blonde man nodded pensively and stroked with his thumb over your soft glossy lips, smudging a bit the lip gloss from your lips “You're full of passions and talent, yet to blind to see it in yourself, you hide so many beautiful words under your tongue, still you apologize for speaking at all and somewhere in your life someone broke your heart so deeply, that you're afraid of loving yourself, but even if I know a hundred versions of you, there are at least a thousand left to love”

The wrinkles around the corner of your lips illuminate as you placed a gentle kiss on the fingertip of his thumb before he raised his voice calmly again “You know which version I like the most till now is the one that still dances even when the song is long over and the one who, when the world is gray again, paints everything in color again with a brush, who never leaves, even when we argue”

“maybe, there is a version you won't love” you whispered while you looked through your lashes into his eyes and a raucous laugh escaped his mouth as he shook his head “it's so exaggeratedly easy to love you”

And there it was, a kiss so delicate yet vulnerable, godly with closed eyes, helplessly almost like a miserable misery, yet you both had become ravenously hungry for the taste of each other that you weren’t afraid to get burned, two mouths melted into each other, not afraid to swallow the poison of the devil.

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Day 21 : Voyeurism - Jongho

「Title」 : Maybe

「Word count」 : 720

-> Genre: Suggestive, Brothers Best Friend Au

Paring: Secret Boyfriend!Jongho x Reader

[Warnings] : Smoking, Pet names. Dirty talk. Lots of teasing. Neck kisses. Fingering. Clit play. Mention of fucking in the woods. Swearing Begging. Jongho is aged up in this, but it's not really mentioned, it's just how I imagined it. You know early 30s beefy Jongho, type vibe. Let me know if I missed anything.

February Filth Fest Event Day Calendar

You waved off Seonghwa saying you’d be back shortly to watch the fireworks with the others for the new year celebration. You just needed to grab a sweater first, having the night take a cold turn from the hot breezy day. Walking up the hill towards the cabin you saw from afar the boys all yelling and carrying on like idiots. You were going to be quick, well that was what you thought until you spotted Jongho leaning against the door frame of the glass door with a smoke between his fingers.

“Forget something?” He cock his brow, flicking the finished cigarette away before blowing the smoke out of his lungs. His arms crossed as he watched you closely with a smile. He must have come up here to have a quick smoke break without anyone around since he knows how much people didn’t like the smell. You on the other hand knew it was a bad habit, but you couldn’t help but let your thought wonder at how hot he looks when he does it. You’ve been dancing around one another since the trip started two days ago. You haven't told anyone about your relationship with Jongho yet, fearing your brother would most likely try and kill Jongho if they found out. So a secret it is. But neither of you minded, much, finding some fun and thrill in the idea of sneaking around.

“Just a sweater. Why are you up here, Jongho?” Hearing you say his name has his cock standing at the attention. You had always called him by nicknames, it was just something you did for everyone you were friends with. But fuck, he loves hearing his name fall from your pretty lips.

“Nothing else?” His voice was low, in a gravelled growl. You had been teasing him all day and now that you two are finally alone, he was going to take every opportunity to get some action out of you. You shook your head sweetly in response, playing the innocent card wasn’t a good idea. But you did it anyways.

“Oh yeah? And what’s your plan now that you’ve teased me all day? Because the way I see it. I have every right to do whatever want to this sweet body of yours. I could spin you around bend you over and fuck your cute little cunt till you're crying. Right outside in front of our friends and your brother. Is that what you want baby?”

You open your mouth to answer but he’s already got you spun around and bent slightly over the railing of the deck, pushing your shirt up slightly to get a view of your back arched, just for him. You inhale sharply, hands grabbing at the wood as your attention is suddenly drawn to the fireworks starting to go off from the dark lake. His fingers trail between your thighs beneath your shorts, letting out a soft curse when he finds your core all wet and soaking through your panties and clothes for him.

“You’re really playing with fire here, Honey. You know that?” He whispers as his lips trail over your neck, his fingers slowly slide past your shorts and underwear to get to your folds. You bite your lip to keep yourself quiet, eyes focused on where your brother and friends are. All the way down at the docks. Surely too far away to make out exactly what's going on in the dimly light cabin balcony. Jongho’s fingers find your clit and your gasp, hips automatically pushing back into his hand and he chuckles softly at your desperate action.

“You’re so easy. I can play you like a fucking fiddle. Do you have any idea how easy it is for me to make you cum. For me to have you begging and crying for me to have my way.” His fingers sink inside you, quickly moving to a steady pace. You hum softly rocking your hips in time with his fingers feeling your gut grow hot.

“Maybe you should remind me.” You whisper wanting nothing more than to cum after how wound up you’ve been all day. He laughs as his fingers do not slow, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“Maybe I should.”

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love4smut · 1 year

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Smut Prompts-

“Don’t cover your mouth~ Let me hear you~”

“Do you want to cum?”

“Your so tight~”

“Remember your place slut.”

“Keep your eyes open, let me see your pretty lil’ eyes.”

“Just cum once more, I know you have it in you~”

“Open your mouth for me baby.”

“What makes you think you’re the dominate one tonight~?”

“You know what happens when you misbehave, watch your mouth.”

“Touch yourself for me.”

“You small cock is so pathetic. You think you’ll get any girl off with that?”

“Keep acting like that, I’ll fuck you in front of everyone.”

“You deserve a reward for being a good boy today, what shall it be~?”

“I suggest being quiet, you know these walls are thin~”

“Wow you’re pathetic! Cumming over a few fingers!”

“You know I don’t like being teased. Get on with it!”

“Used your safe word~? Too bad, I won’t stop till I’m done.”

“Think you can handle that much?”

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”

“Beg for it.”

“Keep moaning my name like that!”

“You wanna fuck louder than them to establish dominance?”

“Hands behind your back.”

“I’ll fuck you till you can’t even speak.”

“Im hard, you’re hungry. How bout’ we kill two bird with one stone, eh?”

“For Halloween, you should really go bobbing for dick.”

“Move an inch and you won’t be cumming tonight.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum inside you.”

“You’re too flexible for your own good.”

“God, I’m so hard for you~”

“Damn, you're dripping and I’ve barely even touched you. Do I get you that excited?”

“Hmm, you’re a bit of a masochist it seems~”

“You like that don’t you~?”

“You’re so pretty when my dick stretches your mouth like that~”

“I wanna hear you moan and scream my name.”

“I think we passed the ‘friends stage’ about 5 orgasms ago ______.”

“I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that.”

“I could fuck you against the glass so people can see how well you take it.”

“Oh shit. I think your parents heard us.”

“How badly do you want it?”

“You better eat quick, before I eat you.”

“Bend over the desk love.”

“Rumor has it, you want me to rail you.”

“Your face is heating up, something you gotta say?”

“Aww you’ve made a big sticky mess, clean it up.”

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Birthday-versary (A Sonic 06 Anniversary Fanfic)

Despite outside appearances, Sonic didn't really consider himself the partying sort. Sure, whenever a party happened he'd show up for a while, but the blue blur would never linger long. He'd grab some grub, share some laughs, and then speed off before things could get stale. Sometimes that meant hanging around for five minutes, sometimes he'd last up to an hour, but rarely if ever would the hedgehog linger till the end of such an event. Perhaps that was why no one ever invited him to help set up a party. Well, he'd hadn't been until today.

Sonic the hedgehog was stood looking out at the sea, his foot tapping against a varnished wooden deck and stomach only slightly churning. His fear of water was usually quelled by the security of a vehicle, frequent flights in the Tornado had more than proven that to him, but there was something different in the air today. It wasn't that the boat he stood upon was constructed by Marine the Raccoon, he'd rode her vessels before too. They hadn't even left port yet; the anchor was buried in the depths and the ship was bound to the dock. The waves weren't even splashing high! No, this present discomfort was something else.

Well, he had already spent his social quota and partying at sea meant no escpae, Maybe things were that-

"Need some help Sonic?" A familiar voice asked, arriving to lean against the taffrail beside him, "Looks like you're working way too hard."

"Hey Ames, how's it going?" He worked up a smirk, turning to her, "Is that all the baking done?"

"Just iced the last layer of the cake, but the host insisted on preparing a couple of things by her lonesome and sent me off on an investigation," She relayed, a smug look claiming her muzzle, "We couldn't help noticing the tables haven't been set."

"Oh, really?" Sonic feigned ignorance, leaning back against the ship's wooden railing.

"Yes," Amy hummed, "It seems someone went to the effort of getting the tables tables and chairs from the palace, tossed a table cloth over each, and then just dumped all the cutlery and placemats on top before calling it a day. They didn't even get the glasses from below deck."

"I wonder who did that," The blue hedgehog had to look away.

"I have my suspicions," He felt Amy push in closer.

"I guess we'll never know..." He half sang, a hand in his quills.

Sonic felt a hand on his chest, both pinning him in place and pulling his gaze back to her. The pink hedgehog still had an apron on, worn over her red dress, that instructed him to kiss the cook in writing that was overly speckled with hearts. She'd pulled her quills back into a ponytail for the work, but just one quill had slipped astray of her scrunchie. An icing smudge marked her left cheek, on that same side. She was leaning in much too close, now walking her fingers up to his shoulder; a game had begun.

"I could see myself to finishing that work, taking on that important task abandoned by a certain somebody..." Her fingers stopped just before the left side of his collarbone, "But I'd want them to do something for me in exchange."

"Oh? "In that moment, Sonic saw his opportunity, "And just what would you want that hypothetical person to do?"

Before she could answer, Sonic reached to cup the pink girl's cheek. With a brush of his thumb the icing mark was removed, their eyes locked and he caught the sparkle in her emerald eyes. He ever so deftly reached with his index and middle fingers to push back that stray quill, looping it into taut green ribbon at the back of her head.

"Marry me?" She breathlessly asked.

Seizing her moment of surprise, the blue blur slipped out from the pink hedgehog's grasp to spin around and position her against the boat's edge with his hand now shifted to her shoulder, "That's a real steep price for forgetting some placemats, I don't think I can make that deal Amy."

"Oh, so now you're admitting to shirking your duties," She rolled her eyes.

"Well yeah," He smirked wider, "I'm winning."

"Of course you are," She smothered a laugh, her gaze dropping, "You're entirely at ease."

"What's that supposed to mean? I totally am," He leaned in further, managing to relock their eye contact.

"You've totally not been hiding over here, dodging the work you promised would be no sweat, because you're overthinking spending some time at sea," That truth was followed by another, "That and, well, the energy on deck is admittedly a little tense. Doesn't seem like your scene, at least at the moment."

Ah, perhaps that was the real reason he'd retreated to the bow of the ship. The vibes on the ship had been positively electric at first, but tension had travelled like chain lightning from one person to another. Today's host was the original source of that shift, no number of passing jokes had seemed able to quell the anxiety plainly bubbling within her. That much was to be expected from most party hosts, but the guardian of the Sol Emeralds seemed rather new to this particular duty. An overthinking Blaze on a very wooden boat was an undeniably dangerous combination.

"You're not wrong," He confessed, though put on his strongest smirk yet, "But, I mean, between us, I am winning right now."

"I don't know about that either. I'm exactly where I want to be," Now her eyes were sparkling again, "And you're exactly where I'd want you."

The wind fully dropped from his sails as his hand left her shoulder. When it came to Amy, even winning meant he'd lose, just a little. Sonic swivelled around to lean beside her again.

"Alright Ames, let's cut to the chase," Maybe he had won now, she looked annoyed that he'd left that position, "What's happened and what do you actually want me to do?"

"I might have tried to calm Blaze down, only to end up making things worse," She admitted through gritted teeth, "She really wants Silver's surprise party to go well..."

Ah yes, the reason they were all here, Silver's birthday. Invitations from Blaze had arrived atop the Master Emerald a little more than a week ago, along with requests for specific aid from some individuals. Knuckles and Tails had seen to delivering Blaze's writs and everyone from Vector to Big had agreed to attend and offer their aid in setting up a surprise party of the psychic. A boat based shindig with music, fireworks, and food.

"I've got to be honest, he doesn't seem the type to care all that much for parties in general. I'm kind of shocked she even thought to do this, neither of them are the partying sort," Sonic recalled aloud, "Ninety percent of the time they're all duty and justice and hard working. It's only the ten percent of the time that we see them around each other that I'd say they're anything close to social."

"That was my thought too, I tried to get her to sit down for a while and relax, leave this to us," Her gritted teeth turned into a full blown grimace, "That went..."

"Poorly?" Sonic suggested.

"Poorly," She confirmed, "When I made that suggestion, she insisted that she bake some things by herself..."

Realisation struck the speedster, "Didn't she specifically write that she wanted your help baking? Because she can't-

"Yes," Amy cut him off, "So, actually, we should probably hurry and sort this out before things can get any worse."

"Alright, what's the plan," Sonic asked, finally starting to grasp the seriousness of the situation.

"Well first I'm going to drag you back onto the deck to finish setting the tables, I'm going to help you with that," Miss Rose first insisted, "When you see an opportunity, I want you to slip over and talk to Blaze. Try to get her to calm down and take a proper break from giving orders?"

"Woah, Ames," Sonic raised his hands, "What makes you think I can talk her out of this? I peeled off for a reason."

"You've helped her before Sonic, you're better suited to this than you think," Amy sweetly nudged him.

"Helping her work with others to save the world is one thing, I just went with the flow and trusted my instincts on that," The blur professed, "Helping her get less anxious about party planning? Wouldn't you be better at that? I've never planned-

"I might have also, sort of, been teasing her about Silver while we were working together," Amy cut him off to sheepishly admit, "I really don't think I can be the one to do this now..."

"What do you mean teased her about Silver?" The speedster tilted his head.

"Sonic," Her tone was chiding, "Are you really that oblivious? Why do you think she's going all out like this?"

The blue blur blinked, racking his brain for an answer, "Because-

"What do you mean he's on his way to the palace? If he makes it, he'll realise I'm not there!"A shout, plainly not befitting of a princess, caught the pair of hedgehogs' ears, "We need more time!"

"Alright, I'll give it a shot, regardless of the reason," Sonic cringed, pushing to make his way back to the deck, "Just don't blame me if things end up even worse."

The deck was already in a partying state, even if the vibe didn't match it. It was as if Blaze was commanding a deck of sailors battling pirates at sea, rather than a group of friends setting up decorations. Tails was toward hull of the ship, currently entangled by a mess of wires while attempting to program a fireworks display. Knuckles was carrying goods from shore, ranging from more boxes of fireworks to fruit and lighting for the coming evening. Espio, aided by Charmy, was scaling the outer edge of the boat to hang banners and other party fixtures. Vector was handling communications, relaying secret messages from Marine. As a result, the crocodile was receiving most of the cat's current ire.

Blaze was positioned near the centre of the deck, behind a pop-up oven that Marine had purportedly made specifically for the event. The cat's hands were bristling with embers as she loomed over the device. Her sharp eyes gouged Sonic, so he quickly busied himself- doing as he'd promised. This was going to be tough.

"Apparently fishing her scuttled ship from the ocean was a lot easier than she thought," Vector barked back, "It's already back on the west dock, good as new."

"Tell her to drag her feet and kick up a fuss, to slow him in town as much as possible," Blaze responded immediately, not giving the reptile a moment to breathe.

"She says she'll do her best, but she doesn't seem confident," The crocodile awkwardly responded, "Look, Blaze, maybe-

"We need to speed things up!" The cat cut him off, "Tails, are the fireworks ready?"

"Almost!" He called from the back, "They'll be ready well before sunset."

"Get them finished as quickly as possible, I need you to help Big set up the music," The smaller cat insisted.

Big himself was wandering around with a massive set of speakers in his gloved mitts, thoroughly lost but also plainly unaware of the tension on the ship. Sonic managed to clear his way across the deck, setting glasses and placemats and more as he went. He could have been going faster, of course he could have, but the hedgehog had no idea what he was going to say. Regardless, he'd began to slip into position.

"Cream," The cat called out, "How is the paper-craft going, are you almost done?"

The blue blur tossed down a few placemats, roughly in the right places, still moving down the deck.

"I've ran out of ideas Miss Blaze," The rabbit almost sobbed, "I can't think of any more decorations, I've cut out so many Chao faces..."

"Just do your best, don't worry about making replicates at this point. Timing is what matters most," Though her words were kinder, panic still undercut the cat's words.

Sonic flattened a bunched section of tablecloth, still making his way around, trying his hardest to be subtle.

"Knuckles, how much is still piled at the dock?" The cat asked, her attention turned.

"Just the presents, everything else is set," He answered, setting a massive box down, "Can I take a breather?

Sonic found himself at the head of a table, he started to pull cutlery from a box and mindlessly spread it out. Only a few more steps and he'd be right in front of the purple feline.

"After the presents are on board, he'll know what's about to happen if he sees them," Blaze instructed, giving the echidna no quarter.

The cat continued to check in and give orders, going from person to person. Though she was never overly harsh with anyone, Sonic could see a pressure mounting beneath the surface. If he didn't step in, catastrophe would eventually come. Was party planning supposed to be so intense? No wonder he'd dodged it for all these years.

"Hey, Blaze," Sonic slid in front of her, positioning himself to spare anyone else her interrogation.

"What's going wrong now?" The cat grumbled, lit daggers in her eyes.

"Whoa, nothing is, I promise," Sonic took a half step back, hands up, "Just saying sorry for vanishing, had to get my party face on," His right hand slipped back to scratch at his quills, "Maybe you should take the time to do the same? You've been going all out since-

"That's because I need to keep on top of things, to ensure this is perfect," The feline bent down to the rickety oven, "The table needs set, these cupcakes will be-

The cat opened the oven door. Smoke immediately obscured the princess' entire form, flaring up to darken the sky. There was a single beat of silence, the deck seemed to freeze despite the sudden skyrocketing of temperature. From within the dark void a hint of red quickly expanded, soon the grey of smoke was thoroughly mixed with sparks of flame.

Sonic thought fast, dashing back to a table Amy had been setting. A pitcher of water was snatched up in one moment and just as quickly thrown. A splash resounded over the silenced deck; the flickering flames within the smokestack were snuffed and but moments later the grey clouds themselves fully vanished.

The revealed feline was thankfully dry, her conjured flames looked to absorbed the majority of the water, but she looked as regretful as a soaked kitten. Wide amber eyes looked out over the deck, lingering on those who were helping her. Sonic couldn't help but cringe, the cat was surely meeting bewildered and concerned stares that she'd loathe to feel bearing down on her. He had to act, go with the flow.

"Come on Blaze, let's go for a walk and get some air," He tried to shoot the feline a grin, though quickly turned to the pink hedgehog by his side, "Ames, you can pick up the baking in the meantime, right?"

"On it," Amy was keeping up her bubbly tone, "Everything will be ready for Silver arriving, I promise!"

By the time he'd turned back to Blaze, the cat was already stepping down the gangplank and off of the ship. He followed behind, giving her just a bit of space so as to both let her breathe and give himself a moment to figure out what to do next. In situations like this, going with the flow could only get him so far...

The sturdier grounding of the dock was a welcome change from that of the ship. A good five metres separating them, the pair paced past a gathered pile of gifts wrapped in various coloured papers. When the gang had first arrived the dock had been fully stocked with things to move and set up, now it was almost empty. Just those gifts-

"I know I'm being foolish, but I must look completely mindless," Sonic heard the cat grumble before turning to look back, "I'm sorry I didn't accept your suggestion immediately, leaving immediately would have been for the better..."

"Hey, it's no big deal," Sonic shrugged, "No one got hurt, don't think you left a scratch on the deck."

Realisation seemed to strike the cat, "I didn't check, I need to go back there. Getting the wood replaced will take-

"Whoa, whoa, Blaze," Sonic put his hands out, halting the cat as she turned. "Remember why you left the boat, take a moment, have a breather."

The cat did hesitate, he could tell she was anxious to return to the ship but beyond that the cat's thoughts were completely lost on him. Sonic usually prided himself on being good at reading the room, but when it came to the likes of Blaze or even Shadow only the most extreme of feelings were plain to him. For the feline, that usually meant noticing long built frustration mere moments before it was primed to detonate.

"This whole party thing really has you wound up," Sonic pointed out the obvious, stalling, "Gotta be honest, it seems pretty minor compared to your usual work. There's something else going on, right?"

"No, there's nothing else going on. It's just this party," Blaze refuted before biting her lip, "Although, I don't think I've explained the full context of it," Her fists balled, "This is Silver's first birthday."

"What? How's that possible?" Sonic blinked, "Has there been some sort of time travel mistake? Has he been turned into-

"No, it's simpler than that," Blaze shook her head, "Not simpler. More foolish. Naive."

"I mean, simple things can still cause stress," Sonic quickly responded, still befuddled, "If you wanna explain, I'm all ears."

"I probably should, just to... so that I don't seem quite so pointlessly terse," The cat unclenched her fist, taking a deep breath, "Silver doesn't know his true birthdate, he never has. Growing up in a long destroyed world, what mattered to him were seasons rather than specific days or months. The cold of winter and warm of Summer were far more important to him than any given day. Regardless, there was no one to maintain any sort of calender."

"Right, that makes sense," Sonic thought aloud, putting two and two together, "So there must be some reason we're doing this today of all days? Like, if the date wasn't an issue we could just push it back and avoid all this stress."

"He picked a birthdate for himself, he picked it in a suitably foolish and naive way," The guardian responded, "After my own birthday, I thought to ask him about his only to find out the truth. When I suggested picking a day he..." Sonic swore he could feel her temperature from these metres away, "He picked the day we'd met again, the day we'd reunited."

"Oh wow, that's pretty intense," The blue blur blinked.

"It wasn't for him, he just suggested it off the cuff, so stupidly casually," Blaze recalled, looking to the ocean, "His exact logic was that good things are meant to happen to people on their birthday. Since that was, in his words, the best thing that ever happened to him... he decided that day must have been his birthday."

"I mean... there's a sort of logic there," Sonic concluded, not really following the psychic's train of thought but going along with it, "But the stress you're feeling makes a lot more sense now, of course you're worried about today going well..." Sonic scratched his ear, "It's like it's you guys anniversary or something."

"Don't be so blunt!" Burning eyes returned to Sonic for but a moment before tumbling to the dock, "But.. yes, and with today being his first... it's a lot and it has been weighing on me, even prior to today," Her fists clenched as she took a step toward the boat, "I need to get back to work."

"No," Sonic raised his hands to halt her, again just going with the flow, "Don't sweat it, I'll handle the set up from here."

"You can't be serious," Exhaustion was plain in the princess' voice.

"Hey, when am I anything but serious?" His joke didn't land so he tried another angle, "But, I mean, look at it this way, why did he pick today? You said it yourself."

"Because it's the day we reunited?" Blaze bluntly replied.

"Because reuniting with you was the best moment of his life, the best day," Sonic reinforced, "I think he'd rather be with you today than spend so much time apart. Think about it, he'd get onto the boat only to be swarmed by other people when you're finally together again. He'll barely get to spend any time with you," The hedgehog hypothesised, "Does that sound right?"

That took the cat a moment to process, "It does, but I-

"And if you're really so worried about the party, think about it this way," She was surely frustrated at being cut off, but he had to make sure she understood, "You were worried about him arriving early; now you can make certain he doesn't. Just leave it to us, we'll let you know when everything's ready."

"I..." Words seemed to fail her for a moment, "No, you're right," And then for a moment longer, "Silver isn't even expecting some party, he just thinks I'm busy with work today. I can arrive and he won't suspect a thing," Relief began to buzz through Sonic's head, "That and... you're right, he'd probably rather spend today with me than being led around by Marine."

"Go to him and spend some time, get here when you get here. Don't rush or keep him away," Sonic advised, "Just kick back for a while, you've earned it."

The cat looked as if she was going to fight him again, but that expression faded into contemplation, "Alright, I'll just, um," She did walk past him, toward the ship, but stopped at the pile of presents to collect a long box wrapped in blue paper, "Right, yes, he's on his way to the palace. I can beat him there if I hurry."

The guardian began to race across the dock, no longer hesitantly pacing as she had before. As if it was a cape tossed from her shoulders, the apron that had covered her front was thrown from her form to land on the flat wooden floor. It was only as she reached the land that Sonic thought to say some final words.

"Blaze!" He called to the cat, cupping his mouth.

The feline stopped in her tracks and turned back.

"Don't forget to have fun, that's the whole point!" He shot her a thumbs up, "And we both know that's what he'd want, more than anything else!"

The cat didn't return his gesture, instead giving just one last nod before hurrying off with that gift under her arm. Sonic wiped the sweat from his brown, a wave of relief washed through his form as he crossed his hands behind his head and turned back to the ship. He made it around three paces before realising someone was staring down at him from the top of the gangplank.

"You know you've just promised to take her place, right?" A familiar voice called from the ship, "Now all of this is your responsibility," Now close enough, he could see Amy's taunting smirk, "No more slacking off."

Sonic's struggled to keep up his smirk, beginning to rise the gangplank, "Well, no good deed goes unpunished."

He had no idea what he was going to do, but he knew he'd done a little bit of good. That had to count for something, right?

#silvaze #sonamy #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #blaze the cat #silver the hedgehog #fanfiction

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akkkkollle · 2 years

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I’m gonna use an idea my friend gave me for somethin I wrote but with a different character;

So Bonten Mikey yes?

Him and reader basically are invited to like this masquerade party.

The reader went to go get them both drinks after they arrived and when he came back there were a couple people getting close to him and so the reader gets jealous, takes him to the bathroom, and just makes Mikey ride him till he feels satisfied.

Pairing: Bonten!Mikey × Bonten!M!Reader.

Cw: riding, humiliation, jealous reader, hints of murder, dom/sub, semi-public sex (and maybe public), alcohol, spanking(2 time).

A sigh escapes Mikey's lips as he looks at your retreating figure. He frowns slightly irritably, it's almost impossible to notice. Although he asked you to bring him a drink. He is leaning on a ball on the railing. He hears voices too close to him. He doesn't pay attention to it, but he hears phrases like that he's cute and that they wouldn't mind if they did something to him.

Your eyes slide to Mikey while you wait for your order. Your hand clenches on the bar, breaking that one. But honestly, no one cares, and who will tell you what? You ask the bartender only for your order and he immediately puts a glass of whiskey on the counter, which you immediately drink in one gulp. Frowning slightly, you go back to where you came from.

Black eyes look up and two girls squeal, thinking it's because of them. So one girl, too risky, puts her hand on his shoulder. His gaze slowly slides to his shoulder, where her hand lies. But immediately this hand is pulled off, twisting the wrist, causing dislocation. She screams as tears roll down her face. She already wants to look up at you, about to ask what nonsense, but your cruel look and the click of a gun are somewhere behind your jacket... She immediately grabs her girlfriend's hand and pulls her away from you, not wanting to get a bullet in the forehead. She shakes her wrist slightly as she walks away.

Now your eyes are fixed on him. He just puts your hand in his, already understanding what you will do. You just smile a little at the fact that he's smart enough. You squeeze his hand, not too hard, just silently asking. He squeezes your hand in response, giving a positive answer. You push the toilet door, snapping the lock. You sit down on the toilet seat, exhaling. Mikey slowly pulls off his trousers, and then his boxers. His skinny figure comes up to you and unbuttons your trousers, taking out your hard cock.

- Already? - he asks.

- Well, you know, I imagined a lot while dragging you here ... - your finger rests on his chest, which is visible from behind the neckline of his shirt. - Yes, and this shirt gives a little.

- Do you like it? - you nod. - Then I'll leave it...

He pulls off his jacket, leaving only the shirt showing his chest. You suddenly pull him to you, kissing him on the lips. He moans into a kiss when he feels your tongue touching his palate. His hands are gripping your jacket tightly. He sobs with displeasure, feeling you pull away.

- And now, slut... You get on with it, okay? Jump on me using your thin legs, Mikey, okay? - his cheeks are slightly flushed, but he nods.

He bites his cheek, grabbing your bicep, hovering over your cock, which he held with his other hand. He goes down with a loud groan, feeling some pain, but not paying attention to it. Now he's grabbing your shoulders again as his hips start bouncing up and down on your dick. You see his little cock bouncing and then twitching a little. You raise an eyebrow at his face. He's still blushing a little, but he's also looking at you.

- Are you coming already? - he bites his lip, but nods. - Are you going to cum even though you've only done a few jumps? So pathetic.

He sobs, feeling a pleasant burning in his stomach from your words. And he immediately comes, slowing down, and trying to start moving again. Only to feel a slap in the thigh, from which his penis rises again. You're giggling.

- Oh, yeah? You got it up again. I feel sorry for you, Manji, but still... - his head turns, hearing sounds outside the door, but then he moans again, feeling the same burning sensation in his thigh. - Eyes on me. So, keep riding me until everyone behind this door understands who Manjiro Sano belongs to.

He nods convulsively, feeling a pleasant tingling in his penis when he starts riding you again. They burst out of his mouth... Loud groans, if not to say that even exaggerated. But now all the bitches will know who this baby belongs to.

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sanjuwrites · 3 months

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wip wednesday

thanks to @inkweedandlizards, @heartstringsduet, @alrightbuckaroo, @carlos-in-glasses and @theghostofashton for the tag!

getting two for the price of one today!

agent reyes

“It’s not like I haven’t stolen from the British museum before, I don’t think the security schematics are going to be that different this time around, at least in terms of the security cameras and alarm systems. Guards and extraneous security for the jewelry? Now that’s a different story, we need your friend Alex for that. So tell him to not bother with blueprints, but for extraneous security for the diamonds. I heard that the prince is going to be there, so there’s definitely some extra people.”

Carlos’ expression twitches at the mention of Alex’s husband, before smoothing back out.

Carlos frowns, processing what TK said, “Wait, what the hell did you steal from The British Museum? Your dossier – which I put together, by the way – has nothing stolen from the British Museum. You’ve never set foot in the museum, as far as we know.”

Mateo lets out a snort, and Marjan – which, what the hell, she’s quiet – laughs a little.

“I’m sorry, am I missing something?” Carlos frowns, looking around.

“No, sorry, it’s just that Paul said that the CIA never made the connection, but I didn’t realize that you literally have no idea, not even an inkling. This is so much more complicated to explain, Jesus.” TK thuds his head against the dining table, a silent scream leaving him.

“Spit it out, TK.” Carlos feels his impatience and anxiety rising in tandem.

“I was also the Shadow Thief.”

Carlos blinks. “What?”

“I stole under a different alias from 2013 to mid-2016, until…” TK clears his throat, “until my mother died. I flew off the rails a little after that, and then I came back as the Phoenix. There’s a couple jobs you didn’t catch as the Phoenix, before some of the other crews gave me the nickname. I forged the coins to drop around the jobs after that, as a little calling card and homage to the crews that helped me …rise back up, so to speak.”

untitled house run - rwrb

Alex sits back in his desk chair, blowing out a breath.

At thirty-four, he can safely say that this was never in his plan anymore, not after everything that happened with him and Henry.

God, he needed to talk to Henry.

Speak of the angel, and he shall appear, Alex thinks wryly. Henry leans against the doorway, smiling at him softly, holding a glass of red wine. “Hey love. I called you five times to come down for dinner, but you didn’t answer. Is everything okay?”

Alex smiles at Henry, and if it looks fake, Henry doesn’t call him on it, just walks over to him, pressing a kiss to his temple, sitting on the edge of the desk. “I’m okay, baby, just busy with this trial coming up for the firm. My associate has been out for a week with appendicitis, so I’m also doing a lot of prep work for it too. Is that,” Alex says, nodding at the glass, “for me?”

Henry nods, handing the glass off. “Do you want me to bring dinner up, love?”

Alex closes his laptop, shaking his head. “No, this can wait till tomorrow. For now, I just want to enjoy the night with my husband, if that works for you? Or do you have some prettier man to sneak off to?” Alex has the most shit-eating grin on his face, and Henry rolls his eyes.

“Yes, Alex, I sneak out every night as I require the sexual rigor of a twenty-five year old to keep my appetite satiated,” he says in a deadpan, making Alex laugh as he brackets Henry’s hips against the desk, leaning down to kiss him once, twice, thrice.

“Let me show you ‘sexual rigor,’ baby,” he murmurs against Henry’s jaw before sucking the skin into his mouth. Henry lets out a breathy laugh as he lets himself be pushed down onto the desk, wine glass and all thoughts of dinner abandoned as they lose themselves in each other.

i'm gonna tag @bonheur-cafe, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @birdclowns, @liminalmemories21, @reyesstrand, @lightningboltreader, and @strandnreyes!

#agent reyes 👀#sanjuwrites #tarlos #rwrb

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battyshopkeeper · 2 years

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Stalker Trouble

You break the golden rule of "don't stick your dick in crazy" when you rail your stalker in an alley.

Edward Nashton x Male Reader (18+)

Word Count: 2571

Contains / Warnings: Smut, Stalking, Obsessive behavior, Exhibitionism, First Time, Reader has a dick lol, Dubious consent, Humiliation kink(?), Submissive Edward, No Prep, Riddler giving a certified creep moment.

Luck was never on your side and these past couple of months only solidified that fact.

You first noticed it when working, a certain customer sitting alone while huddled at a table in a far off corner. Staying there for an ungodly amount of time compared to everyone only to simultaneously disappear when your shift was over. You wouldn't have thought much if it stayed like that, but it wasn't until you caught glances of a certain brunette when passing by your usual shortcut that you started getting a hint something was off.

Eventually he started getting more bolder when you didn't 'overreact' to his presence, taking it like you were giving him permission to go further.

Few weeks later when coming home you noticed your front door unlocked, the sheer panic you felt that your stalker was getting reckless or worse- not bothering to cover his tracks at this point. You did everything you could after that, everything a minimum wage waiter in Gotham could really do. You called the police multiple times but with Gotham's high crime rate especially on the more nefarious side, the cops didn't exactly care about a small break-in on the broken downtown side of Gotham.

So you tried to take matters into your own hands that didn't cost a million dollar. Simple things like changing locks, installing a bunch of other ones to the point where you looked like a paranoid mess. Yet it didn't stop them one bit in fact it made the situation worse as you were both now fully aware of one another knowing.

And so the 'gifts' started showing up while your things started to disappear.

Polaroid photos of you in your apartment taken from your windows, a shit ton of cards with riddles and unstable writings you couldn't even make out. What finally broke you was one of your favorite shirts to lounge in went missing along with pairs of boxers. It was honestly creepy knowing your stalker was the perverted kind but it only took a bit before your fear turned into annoyance- with the cops not doing anything and your money basically being wasted with no results you were ready to punch someone. It was after a particular grueling day at work that you were on your wits end, full on pissed off at everything and everyone, especially when the last thing you wanted to deal with when coming home was a god damn stalker.

And those feelings tripled when walking down your familiar shortcut through a dark alley, hearing light footsteps against the wet pavement behind you. Your mind instantly knowing who it was like a six sense. Your walk slowed until fully stopping just to hear his footsteps mirroring you along with his light panting filled with anticipation. You tiredly sigh before turning on your heel, finally being face to face with the shorter man who was now froze in place. Him giving you doe-eyes behind his clear glasses while anxiously fidgeting with his jacket, like he wasn't the one who's been harassing you these pass few months.

Before he could run off at seeing your pissed off face, you grabbed his jacket, pulling him back and pining him against the brick wall, "So you're the bitch that's been stalking me?!"

"Stalker? I'm not a stal-"

"Oh save it, you've been getting on my fucking nerves!" He looked at you wide eyed before his eyebrows furrowed like you had hurt his feelings, "I-I've been good though..."

"Good? You've been breaking into my house!"

"I know that, that's why I sent you those cards to apologize..." Edward mumbles making you scoff at his delusion, "That isn't enough to get my forgiveness- You know how much cash I spent to keep you out!? So what should I do now that I caught you, huh? Beat you till you're one breath away from death? Maybe I'll drag you across the city by the hair to show you off."

Clearly panicking at your threats, he started shouting like crazy, "But the cards I sent! You can't do this to me! No, no, no! I'll stop- Please!" He thrashes around but you easily kept him against the wall leading to him becoming even worse. You felt yourself being pushed to your limit- He was the one who made your life a living hell yet now he was trying to act like the victim? You didn't even stop to think when suddenly grabbing him by the neck and almost like a switch went off he instantly stopped, instead looking up at you anxiously for your next move.

With the newfound silence it took you a second to realize this was the first time you got a good look at him that wasn't from a blurry distance and that's when your mind instantly gave you an intrusive thought- This guy was really cute...in an awkward way? Looking at you in fear with his hands by his side. Too scared to even touch you.

Oh no. There was no way you were feeling this way for the likes of him. Your taste for questionable men on full display as you full on checked him out with no filter. And almost as quick you had another intrusive thought.

"...I'll give you a punishment that keeps you alive. You accept?"

"Accept what?" He asks but you stay don't reply, still waiting for his answer. Edward looked around the dingy alley before giving a hesitant nod, still not knowing what he just agreed to.

"That's a good boy" You tease suddenly lifting him off the ground, arms wrapping around his lower waist as he let out a yelp. Edward looked at you wide eyed before he could say anything you quickly interrupted him, "Shut it, you're gonna take anything I give you."

He stayed quiet more in shock then anything as you easily moved him around. Resting him between your thighs, forcing him to wrap his legs around your waist and grab your shoulders for support, his back against the brick wall as another form of security. You both had a moment where you looked at each other, your eyes eventually trailing down Edward's soft face before it fixated on his neck. You gently kiss it experimentally, hearing a small gasp as you couldn't help but further it. Slowly licking and then full on abusing his neck once you got a taste, littering it in bruises and hickeys, his whimpers only fueling you. You could feel him slowly start grinding against your crotch, enjoying this more then he ever thought- Your attention becoming more addictive by the second then any photoshoot he had of you. He almost cried when you finally pulled away, Edward letting out a whine only to stop halfway when your hands started unbuttoning his dull green jacket, unzipping it as you pause for a second. Oh he looked completely embarrassed while wearing a very familiar missing shirt.

"Really... you've been wearing my shirt- are you wearing my boxers too?" You joke as he stays quiet, looking up at you like he was ready to cry.

"Oh my god..." you say in disbelief, "Well now I gotta see this..." You quickly pull Edward's pants down his thighs to finally be met with your stolen boxers with a noticeable bulge in them, he couldn't help but shiver at the cold air along with your judgmental eyes.

"Wow, that's fucking pathetic." You chuckle while teasingly tugging at them, "Want me to fuck you in them? Keep it as a little reminder." He looked away from you, to ashamed that the idea made his dick twitch. Before the smaller man could respond, you pulled them slightly down, only revealing his rear so you could grabbed it.

Were you really fucking your crazy stalker because he was your type? Especially in a place where you could easily get caught in the act? Yes and you were going to enjoy every second of it.

It was like Edward had that realization as well, quickly going into a panic when the idea of what was happening finally settled, "Wait please- Be gentle! I've never done this before..." He whispers as you go back to teasingly nipping at his neck, your hands caressing and groping his body, hearing him ramble on and on about being gentle and how crazy this was, "So you're a virgin then?" You finally bring up.

Edward stayed quiet, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment as his cute reactions only made you smirk, "Just cause of that I'm gonna make this even more memorable for you, make you feel it till next week." You tug your pants and boxers down your thighs with one hand. Your cock popping out as you gave it a few strokes, smearing your cock in your own pre-cum. Probably the only prep he was going to get as you lined it to his entrance, already feeling impatient. He squeezed his eyes shut when you lowered him, fighting his own body to stay still as he felt your tip go in. The grip on your shoulders tightening before he let out a pained groan when you slid further into him, the burning feeling of you stretching him out made his eyes start tearing up at the unfamiliar feeling.

When you finally bottomed out you could feel him trembling, shoving his face into the crook of your neck in an attempt to keep quiet.

"You're really tight- You're doing so good..." you whisper as Edward practically moaned at your praise. Taking almost no time to let him adjust, you started slowly thrusting into him. Hearing him ramble your name along with lewd intrusive thoughts that he had bottled up, it got you lost in the moment only pushing you further to get rougher. Hands gripping his hips while focusing on how hot and tight he felt around your cock. Seriously this guy had the lewdest body you ever seen or felt, you almost couldn't believe no one fucked him before.

"I can already tell you're naturally a whore, fuck!" Edward couldn't help but shudder at your words, the pain slowly mixing with pleasure when you quickened your pace. His moans were pathetically desperate when begging for more, his arms wrapping around your neck to pull himself closer to you, leaning his head back as he only got louder. You could feel himself shaking like crazy his body jolting and twitching with the feeling of you repeatedly abuse him.

You almost didn't notice until he was practically screaming your name...He was way too loud- or he just didn't have the self control to stop himself anymore. And at this point someone was going to hear him, even if you secretly enjoyed the idea of everyone knowing he was yours now.

"Shut up, someone's gonna catch us!" You hissed only for Edward to let out an apologetic whimper. Using one hand, you pull up his stolen shirt to his lips, leaving his stomach exposed to the cool night air.

"Bite it." You ordered as he instantly did, trying to gain any bit of praise from you. You quickly get back to the moment, both hands back on his hips to continue your pace, now hearing his muffled moans and pleads that hid the sound of skin against skin, quietly echoing through the alley.

It was degrading how he felt, the guy he's been in love with for months now taking his virginity in a place like this- simply because he wanted to let out his frustration on something. Thoughts of strangers walking by and seeing him getting fucked like he had no self-respect was enough to make him sob. But even as you rammed into him and the thought of getting caught scaring him, all he could think about was your pleasure, trying to clench around your cock while staring at you through tears. His mind thinking this was a twisted way of you confessing back to him, that you were giving him this as a reward.

He felt himself getting close, yet even as he got hit with wave after wave of pleasure, he tried his best to hold it in until he got your permission. But with the feeling of you hitting a certain spot it was almost enough to push him over the edge. You quickly noticing his muffled groan and shifted your hips to repeatedly abuse that certain spot, nails digging into his hips to the point where they were definitely going to bruised later. Edward was a sobbing mess at this point, every bit of pain and pleasure mixing together so well that he couldn't hold back anymore- feeling himself cumming almost violently into your boxers, his body tightening and shuddering around you like it was desperately trying to milk you.

"Mmh... I'm gonna-" you quickly pressed him against the wall with your body as you came shortly after, groaning directly next to his ear. Edward stopped biting your shirt, instead moaning your name softly with the feeling of being filled to the brim. You swear that was probably the hardest you came in a while as you savored the moment, your cock still twitching inside him for more. Taking a few minutes to catch your breath you finally slid out of him much to his disappointment, and although it was tempting to go back you wanted to enjoy the sight of his hole being red and stretched, clenching around nothing causing a bit of your cum to leak out onto the concrete floor.

Edward was panting heavily now, his head against the wall revealing his face to you- glasses slightly fogged, covered in a layer of sweat that made his hair stick to his forehead, and the look on his face- he was clearly out of it. In complete bliss with the feeling of being used by you and only you. You carefully let him down onto his feet yet he didn't let go of your neck, only weakly letting out a whine in defiance. Sighing in defeat- you let him have his way while pulling up his boxers that had an obvious wet stain on it along with his pants. You could still feel him trembling lightly, mumbling things like 'Thank you' and 'Again' under his breath.

"Hey, you good?" Edward slightly nodded, "Never been better..." He joked quietly before there was a noticeable silence as you quickly pulled up your own pants, just to be met with the feeling of him nuzzling your neck affectionally.

"So what's your name, big boy?" You ask, wanting to know your stalker and the guy you just railed in public.

"It's uh- Edward..."

You stayed quiet again in thought, you knew you'd probably regret this and that you were just rewarding his bad behavior but there was a small side of you that still thought he was kinda cute to form some sort of affection. The thought of leaving him here just felt wrong at this point- that and you didn't wanna get murdered from hurting his feelings.

So you close your eyes with a sigh, almost in disbelief what you were about to do.

"Uhm...Wanna go to my place? I rather you go home with me then break in or whatever..." you say hesitantly as Edward instantly smiled with a frantic nod.

He finally let's your neck go, but before you could take a few steps forward, you hear him instantly trip onto the floor with a loud groan. Quickly looking back to be met with his awkward smile looking up at you.

"H...Hey- Uh can you lend me a hand? I really can't walk at the moment..."

"Sure thing, Ed."

#the batman #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x male reader #the riddler #riddler x reader #riddler x male reader #x male reader

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A bit of a long-winded question but here we go.

How would Joker approach a now terrified partner after he is committed to Arkham and post-Arkham? Imagine his partner is good-hearted, almost a pacifist, and they’re just heart-broken over how their sweet Arthur has become a killer. They visit him at Arkham and cry over believing that they could have somehow prevented Arthur’s murders but Arthur tries to comfort them: he feels confident and better than ever. When he gets out and approaches them after Arkham, they are TERRIFIED. They’re scared Joker is going to kill or manipulate them, while Joker is devastated by how much pain and fear he’s caused them. He is still desperately in love with the one good thing in his life so— how does he try to fix this situation and save his relationship?

Very ready for your hot take.

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This was so long ago, hello again my darling Cloud. How are you? I'm sorry I've been away but I've cracked a few knuckles and drank a few V8 Energy's (they're healthy and flavorful) so this SHOULD be well.

Title: Predator and Prey

Sorry it’s a tad short but I thought this scene in my head was really cute and I didn’t want to be distracted by backstory.

taglist: @ajokeformur-ray

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“Please Y/N just listen!” Arthur, Joker, whoever the fuck he was stepped towards you into your apartment and you could almost scream but a hand clamped over your mouth muffling it.

Hot tears streamed down you face and Arthur’s eyes looked pained and sorrowful.

“Shh, Shh, Shh! Please let me talk okay? Let me explain it all okay? I won’t hurt you, I’d never hurt you okay?” Arthur’s voice is soft and coaxing, nothing like the horrible horrible clown on TV.

Still you saw the green staining his roots and the white clay paint around his jaw. He was a murderer. A terrorist, but he wasn’t hurting you. He was holding your head with unprecedented gentleness and not even really keeping you that still. You just responded to his touch that way.

“See? See everything’s okay.” He uttered and a light thumb came and wiped away a stray tear. “I’m right here.”

“Why’d you do all of this? Why did you go off the rails?” You cried into the telephone and sobbed into your sleeve.

“I’m sorry, please don’t hate me but I’m happier. Everything is better this way. It’ll all be so much better.”

“You promised it was going to be better, so explain to me how the HELL killing people on the street and parading around causing riots is better!” You sobbed and you caught a glimpse of Arthur’s eyes. The shattered glass that broke in those soft seafoam eyes. The glass that had been glued over and over again till the owner gave up on trying to fix it.

“They’re bad people Y/N, people who do nothing for those they hurt or leave dying on the streets anyway.” Arthur explains quietly. “Those people, who riot, they’re crazier than me. They’ll do anything without a leader and that’s dangerous. Someone good could get hurt and I don’t want that.”

He reached out for you and you let him hold you.

“This is necessary. I promise, I’ll never hurt you or let anyone do so.” Arthur vowed and it vibrated deep in your chest to your heart. It was true and you cried into his shoulder.

The shoulder of a man who should be behind bars awaiting a death penalty or something and a man who loved you wholly and would never lay a finger on you. Or let anyone else do so.

Arthur. You could have Arthur, and maybe one day embrace Joker. Maybe one day you could see his mission, even if it made your gut twist and your throat tighten with fear. He was dangerous, but not to you. A lion protecting a mouse.

Predator protecting prey.

“I love you Y/N.” Arthur said quietly and only then did you realize you had sunken to the floor, wrapped in his gangly arms.

“I love you too Arthur.” You finally responded and slipped your arms around his middle, pulling him close and closing your eyes against the King of Crime in Gotham.

#joker 2019 #phoenix!joker #phoenix! joker x reader #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck #it's so soft #what a piece to come back with am i right?

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aphroditestummyrolls · 3 months

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I couldn’t choose so have 2, 16 and 32

HELLO! Such interesting choices you have here 👀 it’s definitely a step back into a type of writing I haven’t done for wesper before. It was a lot of fun, and definitely a muscle I’ll be flexing more often in the future (not taking your niche, though, promise! 😂 Colm Fahey Enjoyer is still very much my niche, but this? This was fun!)

I meant to get this posted last night, but then decided I hated what I’d written and that I wanted to do an edit with fresh eyes. So I waited till this morning. I like it a lot more now, and hope you like it too ☺️

Enjoy these ~2k words of semi-public frotting! I even put it in the engagement series for you!

His breath unfurled into the icy air, frosty and silver in the moonlight.

In the parlour behind him, he could hear the muted din of the party— champagne bottles popped, fine crystal glasses clinked; the hearths were crackling and warm, almost too warm for Wylan’s wine-flushed cheeks; the room was dazzlingly arrayed with decorations, polished to a shine. And their guests! Each gown was more intricate than the last, each suit tailored and pressed like paper doll penguins.

All was well. But Wylan was quite certain he hadn’t taken a deep breath since dinner.

More like for a few weeks, he groused, since preparations began.

It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy it— Inej and her crew had come in for the festivities, even picking up Colm from Noyvi Zem on their way. The house was full, the nights were long and full of company, and Wylan was still pinching himself. How he’d gotten so lucky, he’d never understand. For most of his life, he couldn’t imagine having a party like this— an engagement party, no less— being thrown for him. To have such a family of people to celebrate this with them.

But, it… it was all so formal. There was so much to be done, and so much pious posturing that needed to be observed for The Church of Barter to marry them— they had to at least make a public show of following the courtship rules of an engaged geldstraat couple.

All that to say that, between the chaos of hosting his friends, and the ever-watchful eyes of the council, Wylan felt like he had scarcely seen Jes in weeks.

Even while sleeping in the same bed with him, Wylan caught himself missing Jesper. He missed him tonight, while sitting across the table from him. When had he last been held by him? When had they last been alone together?

The cold winter’s night cut through his elegant suit jacket like it was nothing, and the young merchling leaned in gladly. It reinvigorated him, like fresh blood was pumping through his veins again. He blinked out at the gardens from the edge of the terrace.

The moon was waxing, nearly full as it cast the night in a wash of silvery blue. Stars twinkled in the velvet sky. He set his hands on the cold stone of the terrace railing, and let the prickling sensation of overstimulation fade.

It took less than a couple minutes for him to go from exhilarated by the chill to fighting the first shivers, but he resisted. He didn’t want to go just yet.

He didn’t hear the muted open and shut of the fogged up parlour door, or the call of his name until there were footsteps trotting up beside him. Jesper was grinning, loose-limbed with wine and happiness, slipping a hand around his waist as he came to stand beside him— if Veld or Boer saw them so close, they’d be scolded like horny teenagers.

Wylan pressed closer.

“Skipping out on your own party? Bad form, merchling.”

“Our party. I’m not marrying myself.”

“If it was our party, you’d be helping me fend off the miserable old prunes you call councilmen— Gekkehuis just tried to corner me by the punchbowl. I nearly drowned myself in it just to make a quick escape.”

Wylan couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up in his chest. There was something quippy and bright on the tip of his tongue, but he never got the chance to say it. He looked up and over to see his betrothed, and saw him bathed in moonlight. His curls were moisturised and styled, falling over his forehead with the shine of a silver blue halo. There was a smudge of kohl lining his luminous eyes, and the winter air had already bitten a little colour into his cheeks.

Jes blinked down at him with the twinkle of a laugh still in his eyes, but it faded quickly to something more subdued. “It’s bitter out here, Wy— you’ll be turning blue soon. Let’s get you back inside, warm you up—“

But Wylan couldn’t make his feet move. Maybe it was the spell of the moonlight, and the way it hugged along Jesper’s lanky, lovely frame. Or maybe it was the curl of desperation he felt to finally be alone with his betrothed after all night under so many watchful eyes. His body was so warm and alive pressed along his, and even just the one step he’d taken away from him was too much.

He wanted to be with Jesper. Just Jesper. He didn’t want to go inside and go back to keeping up the tender distance of a proper, not-yet-married couple. So, he caught Jes by the wrist before he could make a move to the door, and reeled him back in until they couldn’t get closer. The lapels of his fine suit jacket— a stunning green fabric Colm had brought in from Noyvi Zem just for the occasion— slipped softly under Wylan’s fingers. Underneath, his heart beat steadily. The warmth of his chest suffused into Wylan’s palms, and he was greedy for it.

Whatever expression was on his face, Jes took one look at him and he knew.

“Don’t want to go back yet.” He said anyway.

It earned him a rakish smile that kindled low in his belly. Wylan wanted the heat in his eyes, he wanted the heat of his lover.

“No?”

He shook his head, giggling a little deliriously as Jesper crowded him up against the stone terrace railing. “Can’t go back to all that… just yet. Warm me up.”

Jesper knew what he meant.

He brushed the tip of his nose to Wylan’s. “And what about Ghezen’s rules of propriety for unwed couples?”

“Some rules are meant to be broken.” It wasn’t as if they weren’t breaking them in their private life every day, but it sent a thrill along his spine just the same. “No one on the council will be looking for us out here tonight— not for a while, at least. Too cold for them.”

“We have a minute or two.” Jesper nodded conspiratorially. His hands were wandering, squeezing at Wylan’s hips and brushing along his thighs. It was like he couldn’t help himself— and Wylan wouldn’t dare stop him. “Missed you, merchling.”

Oh Ghezen, it was such a drug to have a moment to themselves. He tilted himself up, leaning back in those strong arms, waiting for a kiss that hovered just out of reach.

“Show me how much.” He whispered back.

The first brush of those perfect lips was barely more than warm breath on his cheek. It made Wylan shiver. The second kiss was that little bit more solid, pressed to the corner of his smiling mouth. When the touch made him sigh, Wylan’s exhale once again curled out in a frosty plume.

Jes had slipped his hands under Wylan’s open suit jacket, pulling him flush by his hips. He was so warm.

“Saints, you’re so cold, Love— the elements are against us.” Jesper chuckled, his hands roving across his back, sneaking up between his shoulder blades while the other stroked along the dip of his spine. Saints.

Wylan looked up at his betrothed playfully from under his lashes. “Never knew you to back down from a challenge.”

And then, Jesper wasn’t just kissing him, he was plundering him. He freed a hand to sink it into the curls at the back of his head. His palm was so warm, his body hot and insistent against his own. He scrambled for just a moment before getting his cold, clumsy hands wrapped around his lover’s shoulders, refusing to let him go further than a breath away from his lips while Jesper said challenge accepted.

Time seemed to go syrupy slow in their little bubble of the world— the moon, the frost, the cold stone at Wylan’s back and the hot, hot body wrapped up around him. He felt utterly enveloped by his lover. The kisses were deep and drugging, his hands were roughly squeezing, trying to get Wylan impossibly closer and closer. He was no longer shivering with cold, but he was trembling with want.

Heat throbbed through Wylan, the rush of it making his knees buckle. Jesper’s thigh pressed in, slotted with Wylan’s own— there were sparks flying behind his blissfully closed eyes, his hands fisting in that beautiful green suit. There was a deep blush blooming in his cheeks. He could feel it rushing down his neck as those lips pressed searing, openmouthed kisses down the column of his throat. His ass was half leaned against the stone behind him, and half hiked up into Jesper’s hand. A choked off gasp split the night, and Wylan let Jesper kiss it out of his mouth.

There was a familiar curl of desperate heat, coiling and unspooling itself in the cradle of Wylan’s hips. As the want mounted higher and higher inside him, he couldn’t help but rock into Jesper like a tide, and Jes only urged him on with his own rolling hips. The hot, hard length of him was pressing insistently against his own, the friction of their clothes feeling maddeningly good and nowhere near enough, not enough—

Somewhere in the back of his addled mind, he knew they needed to stop soon. Wylan needed to straighten out the wrinkles in his suit and try to fix the mess Jesper was certainly making of his hair. They were the guests of honour— they couldn’t disappear from their own party indefinitely just to make out like horny teenagers and give themselves hypothermia.

That was until his betrothed fisted that hand in his curls, sending a satisfying sting zinging down his spine. With his throat bared to the cold night, Jesper licked a hot stripe to his jaw, and bit.

The sound Wylan let out was a long, keening thing, firecrackers popping behind his eyes and blunt fingernails scrabbling along Jesper’s back. In that moment, he would swear he’d never felt so greedy. He needed more, he needed everything—

As if on cue, a throat cleared roughly behind them.

“At your own party? You’re lucky the windows have drapes.”

Wylan nearly toppled backwards into the garden, biting back the shocked yelp as reality came slamming back into them. Jesper jumped back a full step, all the body heat between them going cold and empty again. The terrace was still frosty blue, and the hubbub of the party continued in the amber light of the parlour, a constant murmur behind the curtains and foggy windows.

Kaz looked bored.

At least it was just Kaz. Wylan gingerly set his feet back on solid ground, slipping down from the stone railing. Jes seemed to be thinking the same thing, deflating his shoulders with a relieved sigh. He hooked his arm around Wylan’s waist and grinned at their friend like the cat that got the cream.

“Wylan was cold.”

“Oh, I’m sure he was.” Kaz rolled his eyes. “What if someone had seen you? Are you trying to kill Gekkehuis? Because there are easier ways to do it.”

“Not more fun ways, though.” Wylan chimed in. His voice was so wrecked, he hardly even recognised himself, breathless and raspy.

The huff of Jesper’s laugh made a frosty cloud unfurl from his lips. Wylan missed him again— the heat, the easy way he touched him, the closeness.

Their friend didn’t seem pleased about it, but he at least conceded to their point. “Just get inside before somebody else sees you. And fix your hair— you look like you’ve been mauled, Wylan.”

He could swear that his blush didn’t fade for the rest of the night.

#six of crows #wesper #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #the engagement series

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yourlastbraincell-kiwi · 3 months

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Cat and Mouse

A/N: Hey! This is a Peter Parker x Fem!reader this one is based on the 2018 video game version of SpiderMan, cause I had finished the game not too long ago, and I decided to make this. Also I’m not really good at writing out fighting scenes! Hopefully, you still like it! ❤️💙

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!villain!reader

Imagine: (Y/N) is working alone, but like the other villains in the New York, desperately wanting Devils Breath for herself.

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“Hey, Pete.”

“Oh, hey (Y/N). I’m kind of in the middle of something..”

“Looking for this?” (Y/N) asked holding up the red vial of GR-27 or commonly known as ‘Devils Breath.’

“Uh, maybe? Can you hand it over then I’ll tell you?” Peter asked nervously, as she tiptoed towards the edge of the building.

“Come on, you know I’m not going to give it up that easily.” She laughed, as she kept backing up. “You’re gonna have to…”

“Don’t do it..” Peter said almost like a parent scolding their child.

“..Catch me first.” She grins securing the vial on my suit then fall backwards off the edge.

“Aaand she did it.” Peter sighs quickly web-slinging after her. “Come on, (Y/N)! Let’s talk about this!”

“Less talking more swinging, Spider.” She exclaimed, and flew higher up in the sky.

“I need the Devil’s Breath, (Y/N)! That can infect so many people! Just hand it over!”

“You talk way too much.” She says blasting holes in the sides of a couple building, causing chunks of rubble and glass to fall atop of the people below.

Peter quickly swooped in to get move the people out of the way, and it caused him to almost lost sight of (Y/N).

He quickly catches up to her, “This is your final chance! Hand it over or I’m gonna have to get physical!”

“Oh please, you won’t do a thing, but lull someone to sleep with those lame ass one-liners.”

“Hey! Some people really like my one-liners.”

She groans and tries throwing something Pete’s way, but misses and Peter finds an opening. He tackles (Y/N) to the roof of a building and the Devils Breath falls a little ways away, from the both of them.

“Y’know you never were one to play nice.” He says and she rolled her eyes. She pushed Peter off her before bolting for the vial. Peter being quicker shot his web at it and brought it to his hand.

“It’s over, give it up (Y/N).”

“It’s not over, till I say it’s over.” She kicks him in the stomach, causing Peter to drop the vial. She started punching, but Peter swiftly dodges her oncoming punches.

“Come on, you know I can’t hit a lady.” Peter states, “Perfect, then you’ll make sure perfect punching bag.” Peter bobs and weaves, dodging a couple of the hits, but some of the hits to his face and stomach area do land and leave marks and bruises.

Peter then begins to shoot webs at (Y/N)’s hands to hold them down, but she manages to blast through it and stand back up.

They continue to fight, before Pete’s being forced away with a blast from (Y/N). His back hits the railing on the rooftop, causing pain to shoot from his lower back to all different parts of his back.

“Okay, time out. Time out. Maybe we can call a truce, yeah?” Pete says as he slowly gets up. “Maybe we can discuss this over dinner, I make a mean chicken curry..” He says, before realizing that (Y/N) and the Devils Breath are no where to be seen.

‘Damn it.’ Peter holds onto his back as he sits on the edge with his chest against the railing, and his phone started to ring.

‘Yuri..’

“Hey, Yuri.” He said trying not to let Yuri hear that he was clearly in pain. “Did you obtain the GR-27?”

“Spider-Cop has had many, many difficult missions over the years, and this one was no diff-.”

“You could just say, that you lost it.”

“I was getting to that, but when you put it that way. It’s not very fun, is it, Yuri?” Pete replies, before hearing Yuri groan and hang up on him, leaving him badly bruised and dateless.

‘That wasn’t so bad right? At least, I know who has it just gotta find out where she went in one of the most busiest cities. Ever.’

‘No pressure right?’

#x black!reader #spiderman #2018 Spider-Man game #down for the chase #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #yuri watanabe #all inclusive

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callsign-magnolia · 1 year

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I Hope You Dance // Ch. 26

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count: 7.2k

Chapter 25 | Masterlist

The next morning Rooster got up early, calling the doctor's office on base trying to get me in. "They say if we can be there by eight-thirty, they can see you." He said coming and sitting next to me on the bed. I looked to him, my blood shot eyes catching his. His gaze softened at the sight of me, moving to hold my hand. "We have thirty minutes till we have to be there." He said and I nodded. I felt so weak this morning and I was in a bad mood as well, so I let him help me sit up and also allowed him to help me get dressed and pull my hair up. He handed me my glasses and moved to pick me up but I stopped him. "I can walk." I was irritated with him doing everything for me, but I was trying not to take it out on him. He was just being a good boyfriend and trying to take care of me.

I slowly stood shuffling out of the room, Rooster grabbing my purse on the way out as I started down the stairs. "You got it?" He asked as I gripped the railing, my knuckles turning white at his question. "Yeah." I snapped before continuing my descent, jumping as I saw another figure cross in front of the window by the front door. "Mags?" I held up my hand, taking a deep breath. "I'm fine." I needed him to stop asking me questions before I lost my temper. What I didn't expect was for him to grab the hand I held up, kissing it before kissing my cheek. I couldn't be mad at him after that, he was being amazing and I was treating him like shit.

"Come on." He handed me my bag, gently guiding me to the door. He guided me out and lifted me into the jeep before making sure the door was shut and getting in. I quietly stared out the window as he backed out of the driveway, and taking off down the road. "Can I ask you a question?" He asked as his hand found it's home on my thigh, gently rubbing his thumb along the seam of my leggings. "Yeah." I looked over to him, his sunglasses hid his eyes but the way his tongue darted out of his mouth and his face was set told me it was serious. "Are you sure that no one was in the house yesterday? All the doors were unlocked and the back door was even open." I furrowed my brows in confusion. "Open? No, I'm pretty sure it was shut when I walked into the kitchen."

His grip on my thigh tightened as he turned out of the neighborhood. "Are you sure?" I clenched my eyes, trying to think. "I think so, I'm not a hundred percent sure." He sighed, a stressed look settling into his features. "Mags, if you're not sure, you may not have been hallucinating." "Who would it have even been? What kind of person would just wander into my house?" I snapped. "People who see a woman alone in a house, weirdos, creeps, psychopaths." I groaned, tossing my head back. "And who in their right mind would come into my house with Dahlia there?" She was protective, and very good at reading my energy. If I didn't like someone, she didn't so I wasn't worried. "They could've been in there while you were unconscious and you never would've known." I rolled my eyes. "I would've heard her barking before I passed out." Unless the door was open and she was outside. I furrowed my brows trying to remember where she was.

"Unless she was outside." Rooster sighed, sinking into his seat. "Why are you so worried about it anyway?" I asked and he almost looked offended. "Because I thought you could possibly die for a few minutes yesterday, then I hear you saw someone in the house." "It was a hallucination!" I said sternly as I pulled a foot into the seat. "We don't know that!" I groaned, rolling my head to look out the window again. I didn't want to cry, I was tired of it but I had been out of bed for one hour, I had nothing to eat, no coffee and I felt like shit. "Honey, don't cry. I'm sorry. Just the thought of someone else being in the house with you scared me. I can't lose you, after yesterday I realized I can't live a life without you." I relaxed at his words, knowing he was just worried.

The rest of the ride was silent as he drove us to the doctor's office on base. Pulling in and parking directly in front of the building with five minutes to spare. He came around and grabbed me, pulling me out of the jeep and gently setting me on my unsteady feet. He helped me inside and I signed in at the front desk before we sat down to wait. I leaned my head on his shoulder, curling my feet under me as his hand landed on my knee. "You sleepy?" He asked as my eyes drifted closed. "No, I wish." We waited as people filtered in and out of the room until my name was called.

"Motley?" Bradley stood, pulling me with him and supporting me past the nurse before allowing her to lead us into an exam room. "Alright, so you haven't slept in over four days and your moods have been erratic, you're feeling weak and you're having hallucinations?" I nodded as Rooster helped me up onto the exam table. "Yeah." She nodded, typing on her keyboard. "And you don't know what caused this?" I nodded. "Okay, we're going to run a few tests. Is there any chance you could be pregnant?" My heart sped up, beating rapidly against my chest. "She took a test last week, it was negative." Bradley choked out. "Have you two had unprotected sex since then?" We both nodded. "Yeah." She nodded and typed on her keyboard before she stood. "Follow me, you can stay here sir."

The nurse took my arm, helping me to the restroom and handed me the cup. After that she helped me back to the exam room and started drawing my blood. I watched as she stuck the needle in before looking to Bradley who was squeezing my hand with his head turned and eyes squeezed shut. I giggled at him, which caught his attention. "Needles scare you?" I asked as he shook his head. "A little." I laughed as the nurse finished, pulling the tube out and set the tubes down. "We're going to run these tests and the doctor will be right in." We nodded as she gathered everything, leaving us.

Rooster sat next to me as my head rested on his shoulder, his hand rubbing my shoulder and arm. We sat in silence for awhile, waiting impatiently for my results. "What if I am pregnant?" I asked and he stopped, looking down at me. It was like he couldn't figure out what to say. "I hope I am, I really hope I am." He leaned down, kissing my head. "Me too, honey. But if not, it'll be okay. We always are." I nodded, my hopes growing. After another half hour the doctor came in. "Miss Motley?" I smiled at him, my bloodshot eyes catching his, making his face fall. "I'm doctor Cortez. You haven't been sleeping, have you?" I shook my head as he pulled some stuff up on his computer. "Okay, so you are not pregnant." Our faces must have fell, as the doctor gave us a sympathetic look.

Rooster's hand gripped mine tighter as the doctor sighed, looking at the computer. "I am however worried about your cortisol levels. They are through the roof." I raised a brow in confusion. "Cortisol is your main stress hormone. Would anything have you stressed?" I pursed my lips, fiddling with Rooster's fingers. "Um... I've been on unpaid leave for about a month, I just went through a very stressful and public divorce and I'm in the middle of moving in with my boyfriend here, and we're renovating his house." I said before motioning to Bradley who gave the doctor a small smile.

"Sounds like a mix of stressful things. Have you ever felt like this before?" I bit my lip. "I used to when my ex-husband would come home, I would worry nothing was up to his standards and I'd suffer the repercussions." Rooster's grip tightened on me at my words. "So this is a manic episode, probably one of the worst I've seen." Tears filled my eyes at his words, saying it was one of the worst making it weigh heavier on my shoulders. "I don't think you're bipolar. You used to have very minor manic episodes, just enough to scare you into getting those things done your ex-husband wanted." He looked back at the computer for a moment. "It says you're a naval aviator." I nodded. "Do you ever feel stressed in the air?" I shook my head quickly. "No, I'm usually more relaxed in the air than I am on the ground."

Rooster nodded in agreement as Doctor Cortez looked to his computer again. "Well, I'm not going to pull you from the air but I want to see you two weeks from now for a recheck to make sure this is not a recurring problem. As for dealing with the issue now, I'm going to prescribe you a sleeping pill. It's only one and it's very strong so make sure you don't drink too much before taking it because you won't wake up until your body decides it's had enough sleep." I nodded, a weight lifting off my shoulders at his words. "And how long would she sleep for?" The doctor shrugged. "Could be two hours, could be forty-eight." Rooster nodded, kissing my head. "My suggestion, try not to stress. It's harder than it seems, so maybe get the house finished as soon as possible. When do you come back on base? Do you know?" I nodded. "Monday is my first day back." Rooster leaned away from me, looking surprised.

"You didn't tell me that." I waved him off. "I found out yesterday." He nodded. "My suggestion, eat, shower and then take the medication I'm prescribing. You'll feel a lot better once you sleep. If you don't for some reason, especially if you're still hallucinating, you need to come see me again." We nodded as he finalized some things. "Alright, well I'll get this prescription to the pharmacy right away. I'll let you get checked out and we can schedule your appointment two weeks out." We nodded, thanking him as Rooster helped me out to the desk and once we finished he helped me out to the jeep.

He lifted me in and buckled me, placing a kiss to my temple before closing my door and getting into the driver's seat. He grabbed my hand as he started the jeep, starting us towards the exchange for my meds. "Why didn't you tell me Cyclone called you?" I knew this question would come and it annoyed me to no end. "I don't know, maybe because I was busy dealing with a migraine and hallucinations." I snapped and he put up a hand in defense. "Okay, I'm sorry." I shook my head, realizing I shouldn't have snapped.

"Oh hey look, there's Bob and Phoenix!" He said as he slowed down and I groaned. He came to a stop in front of them, rolling down the window. "Hey guys." I gave them a small smile, as they came closer. "Hey. What are you guys doin' here? Thought you had the morning off Rooster?" Bob asked and Rooster nodded. "Had to bring her to the doctor. Now I'm gonna take her home, feed her and put her to bed." Phoenix smiled at me, reaching in and grabbing my hand. "You okay?" I pursed my lips, nodding. "I am." I knew she could see right through me but I was grateful she didn't ask.

"We're all ready to have you back, Magnolia. It's not the same without you." Bob said and I smiled at him. Grateful he read the mood and changed the subject. "I'll be back soon, Bobby." I said as I let go of Phoenix's hand and grabbed his. "I'm ready to go home." I said to Rooster and he nodded. "We'll see you guys later." We said our goodbyes as Rooster went and got my meds before taking us home. "What do you want to eat?" He asked when we were halfway there. "I have pancake mix and stuff at home." He smiled at me, pulling my hand up for a kiss. "I'll make or buy you whatever you want, honey." I gave him a small smile as we finished the drive quietly. When we got home I tried to slide out of the jeep but he caught me, carrying me inside bridal style. He gently sat me on the couch, kissing my head before going into the kitchen.

I turned on the tv as Dahlia came over, slowly crawling onto the couch and laying on me, her body weight pressing me into the couch. I closed my eyes, petting her behind her ears as I listened to Rooster in the kitchen. After awhile I heard his footsteps come closer until they stopped and I felt his eyes on me. "I'm not asleep." "Dammit." I pursed my lips, nodding slightly. "I know." He leaned over, petting Dahlia's head as I looked up to him. "Ready to eat?" I nodded, shifting and Dahlia immediately got off me and Rooster came over, lifting me up and carrying me to the table.

He sat me down and slid my plate closer before taking the seat next to me, his hand resting gently on my thigh. "So shower after this then the pill?" I nodded. "I'll need to dry my hair after the shower, I'll sleep better without wet hair." He nodded as we finished eating and I slowly headed upstairs. As I walked into the bedroom I grabbed some comfy underwear and one of Rooster's shirts. I stepped into the bathroom and heard a little giggle behind me. I slowly turned and caught the slightest glimpse of a little body and long sandy brown hair running away. I took off after it. The giggling ringing around the house and caught the same image running out of the bedroom and downstairs, but this time I caught the hemline of a little dress and white sandals.

I rushed out of the bedroom and looked down the stairs to see Bradley half way up them. "Woah, hey. Mags, what's wrong?" I looked to him and I must've looked terrified as he grabbed my arms. "Did a little girl run past you?" He furrowed his brows in confusion. "No, why?" I looked down the stairs, the giggling gone as well as the little girl. "There was a little girl in the bedroom! She took off when I turned around!" I was panicking and I don't know why. I've been hallucinating but the thought of this little girl running around the house alone had me terrified. "Honey, you've been hallucinating. Let's get you into the shower." I shook my head, shoving his hands off me. "No! There was a little girl! She probably came up to my knees and she had sandy colored hair! The same as yours!" He nodded, his hands coming up to cradle my face. "I believe you. Now, go get in the shower and I'll look for this little girl."

I took a few deep breaths before nodding, slowly walking back into the bathroom before looking back at him one more time. He looked down the stairs before back to me, making sure I would get in the shower. I stepped in and closed the door, leaning against it as I took several deep breaths. Once I relaxed a little I turned the water on, stripped and got in. These hallucinations have been scaring me, it's like living with ghosts because they all look like shadow figures. But this little girl she looked like a real person. Like maybe she wandered off the beach and into the back door. Her little laugh sounded so real, as if we were playing a game and I turned around and almost caught her. I sighed, finishing my shower before getting out and slipping into the underwear and Bradley's shirt.

I stepped out to see him laid out on the bed, scrolling through his phone. He turned to face me as he heard the door opening, his eyes showing great concern. "No little girl." I nodded, walking over to the bed and flopping face down into it next to him. "Did she really look real?" I nodded. "Like she thought we were playing a game of hide and seek or something." He ran his hand up my back, rubbing it gently. "You said her hair was the color of mine?" I nodded, turning to face him. "You think you maybe saw the future or something?" It went quiet and I bit my lip, staring at him as his goofy grin grew. Finally I laughed loudly, him joining in. "Okay, not the future but maybe your brain showed you what you want." I nodded. "It did, because I really want that."

He smiled at me, kissing my forehead. "Me too. But one day we will." I buried my head into his chest as his hand ran down my back. "Why don't you call your mother and give her an update while I take my own shower." I pulled back, raising a brow at him. "My mother?" He nodded as I continued to stare at him. He sighed, pursing his lips. "Since you hung up on her we've been talking. She's just worried about you and I've been giving her updates." I sat up, looking at him. "You've been talking to my mom, about me, behind my back?" He sat up gently grabbing my face, cradling it softly. "Yes, because she was going to catch a flight out here and drag you to a psychiatric hospital. I told her I would handle it, because she trusts me and I knew that's not what you needed. You just needed to know what was going on and how to take care of it." Tears filled in my eyes at his words, realizing what he was protecting me from.

"She was in a panic and I took the reins from her. But you should still call her and tell her what's going on." He said as he leaned his forehead on mine. "Okay?" He asked and I closed my eyes. I'm a grown woman, I don't need my mother babying me. But I freaked on her so easily and probably scared her. "Okay." He smiled and kissed my forehead. "Call her while I shower and I will bring you your pill after." I nodded as he got up, grabbing some clothes and going into the bathroom. I rolled over, grabbing my phone and dialing mom's number. It rang a few times before it clicked. "Hello?" Her voice sounded uneasy. "Hey, mama." I heard her sigh on the other end.

"Hey, sweetie. Everything okay?" I sighed, pursing my lips. "No." My voice cracked like I prayed it wouldn't. "You were right. It was a manic episode." She sighed on the other side. "I'm so sorry, sweetie." I started crying. "Apparently I've had them before. When I was married to Aaron they were normal, my rushes to get everything done before he came home." I wiped my eyes, sniffling a little. "My stress levels were sky high and if they don't go down after I return to work, I'm worried they'll ground me." I said as I cried to her. "Do you know when you go back?" She asked and I stopped. She may tell dad after I tell her and I don't want him knowing. "I don't know." I muttered and she hummed. "The doctor gave me a pill, to make me sleep."

"That's good, you sound tired." I nodded, rubbing my eye. "I am tired." She chuckled on the other end. "Well, I'm glad everything is working out. I'll let you get some sleep." I hummed. "Mama." "Yes?" I chewed on my thumb as I thought about my next words. "I'm so sorry I yelled, and cussed at you." She giggled at my words, as if I made a joke. "You were stressed. I forgave you before you even hung up the phone." I nodded, wiping my tears away. "I love you, Caila." A small smile graced my lips, "I love you too, mama." I said before hanging up the phone, placing it on the bedside table. I closed my eyes, hoping maybe I would fall asleep on my own but of course, that didn't happen.

"What'd your mom say?" I huffed. "Just that she's glad I'm better." He nodded, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "Want that pill?" I nodded and he smiled at me, walking out of the room and downstairs. I pulled the covers down, sliding under them and pulling them up to my chin. Rooster came back into the room, a small glass of water and my pill. He sat next to me, handing over the medication and the water. He smiled as I popped the pill into my mouth and took a sip of the water. He took the glass from me, setting it on my bedside table before standing. "You're gonna cuddle with me right?" I asked and he smiled, walking around to his side of the bed and getting in.

"Of course, pretty girl. I'm not going anywhere." He said as his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into his chest. "I love you, Roo." I whispered before placing a kiss to his chest. "I love you too, sweet girl." As he held me a tightness formed in my chest and tears filled my eyes. I tried to hide it, not wanting to alert him to my emotions but he knew, he always knew. "Hey, woah! Why are we crying?" He asked, leaning back to look at me. "I've been such a bitch to you!" His chest shook with a chuckle as he pulled me back into him. "I'm not gonna say you haven't been a little mean, but you're not a bitch, honey." "Yes I am!" I cried against him. "How can you stand me?"

I really wasn't sure why he put up with it. I was awful to him and he still treats me like a queen. "Because I love you. You just needed some help, honey. I'll always be here to help you, I'm never leaving." I cried into his chest more at his words. "I love you, Bradley." I sobbed out and I felt another chuckle. "Stop laughing at me!" I said as I gently smacked his chest. "I'm sorry, honey. I love you too." After a few minutes I managed to stop crying, able to take deep breaths as I relaxed into him, sleepiness starting to settle in. Rooster's hand rubbed up and down my back as the other pulled my leg over his hip. My hands rested on his chest drawing shapes lazily into his skin, his heart beating against my one open palm. "I love you, mommy." A tiny voice whispered as I finally slipped into unconsciousness.

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"Where is he? I want daddy!" Nicky asked as he struggled in my arms. "Watch out, buddy. Remember, you have to be careful around mommy's belly." I said as I set him down. Nicky was three now and I was pregnant with mine and Rooster's second child. His deployment was twelve weeks, and Nicky was missing his daddy terribly. "Sorry, mommy." He said quietly, gripping my hand tightly. "It's okay, baby." I said, leaning over and kissing his head. After a few minutes I started seeing khaki uniforms flooding the dock. "Is he here?!" Nicky squealed, making me laugh. "Not yet." He reached up. "Up, mommy?" I sighed but lifted him anyway, he was getting heavier and I shouldn't lift him but he just wants to get first glimpse of his daddy.

"I see papa Mav!" He squealed, which caught Maverick's attention. "Can you wave?" I asked and his hand immediately shot up, waving frantically. Mav smiled, making his way over to us quickly. "Oh, hi guys!" He said, pulling both of us in a hug. "Have you seen Rooster yet?" I shook my head. "You get to see him run up to his daddy this time!" I said and his grin grew, almost splitting his face in two. "He wasn't far behind me, let me get my phone out." He said as he sat his duffle bag down, and pulling out his phone. Mav didn't know about Baby Bradshaw number two yet, Rooster and I wanted to tell him together. We figured we conceived this baby the night before he left, the doctor telling me I was now twelve weeks and one day confirming it.

My bump was barely there, most people would think I gained a little weight but if Mav noticed he definitely didn't bring it up. "DADDY!" Nicky squealed, kicking around as I set him on the ground, his little legs carrying him as fast as possible to his father who dropped his duffle and hit his knees to catch him. Nicky launched himself into Bradley's arms, his father wrapping him up tightly and standing, just holding him for a moment. I looked to Mav who was wiping tears from his eyes. "Aw, Mav!" He chuckled, pulling me into a side hug. "Thank you for making him so happy, Magnolia." I smiled at him before resting my head on his shoulder. "He makes me happy too."

"Hi, mama." Rooster said as he walked over, Nicky holding onto him tightly. "Hi, Roo." He quickly pulled me into him, kissing me with fervor. "I missed you, pretty girl." I smiled as he pulled away. "I missed you too." His hand left my back, sliding around my waist till it was on my belly. My hands wrapped around his wrist, holding his hand there. "You're already showing." I nodded and he chuckled, kissing me. "Wait! Are you guys having another baby?" Mav asked and I looked to Rooster, who looked back at Mav and nodded. "Oh my god!" Mav yelled, wrapping me into a hug. "Congratulations!" He said as he tilted us back and forth.

"Do you know how hard it was to keep this from you for the last four weeks?" Rooster asked as Mav pulled Rooster and Nicky into a hug. "Four weeks? How far along are you?" He asked, his head snapping to me. "Twelve." He looked at Rooster, stunned. "The night before?" He nodded at Mav's question. "That's what the doctor thinks!" Mav was so excited, he couldn't stand still. "Ready to be a papa again?" I asked and he nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely!"

"Hey Mav, where's Penny and Amelia?" Rooster asked as he passed Nicky off to me. "Sailing trip. Penny wanted to take her on one more before she starts school again." He said seeming a little saddened his girls weren't here to greet him. "Well why don't you come over for dinner then?" He thought on it for a minute before nodding. "A home cooked meal would be nice." I smiled at him, before Rooster took my hand as I lead us back to the Bronco. "Are you gonna sit in the back with me papa?" Nicky asked Maverick who beamed at his question. "There's no better seat in the truck!" He said as he gently took him from me, placing him in the backseat and buckled him in.

"I'll drive." Rooster said as he held his hand out for the Bronco keys. "You just got home, I got it!" I said as I turned away from him. "Mags. Give me the keys." I scoffed at him. "You can't boss me around Lieutenant Commander. I'm no longer in the navy." I said and his face hardened. "Fine, you won't give me the keys," I squealed as he picked me up bridal style, carrying me around to the passenger side as Mav opened the door. "Then I'll just put you in the car with them. No wife of mine is going to drive me around." He said as he reached up, buckling me in, and kissing my lips before snatching the keys from my hand.

I huffed as he closed my door. "You think he's scared of your driving?" Mav asked and I nodded. "He's never openly complained, but I see him over here all tense when I'm driving. He just hides behind the excuse that he thinks I'm pretty in his passenger seat." I said loudly as Rooster got into the driver's seat. "You don't just look pretty, you look gorgeous." He said as he kissed my cheek and starting the Bronco. It was quiet for a second before I hear a tiny voice from the back. "You guys are gross." We busted out laughing at Nicky's words.

After dinner Nicky begged to go with Maverick and originally we were going to tell him no. Rooster just got home and we wanted him here with us, but Maverick seemed to need the company so we let him spend the night. That's how we wound up in bed, me on my back as Rooster laid between my legs, hands rubbing my small bump as he spoke to it. "Hi baby, I'm your daddy." He said as his large hand rested just under my breasts. "I'm sorry I've missed a few weeks. I was so lucky to be able to do this with your brother the entire time he was growing in your mommies belly." I smiled at his words, my hand finding it's way into his hair, brushing it back from his face.

"You think it's a boy or a girl?" He asked, looking up at me with a grin. "I'm feeling girl." His grin widened as his lips landed on my belly. "I hope you're a girl. I need a little princess to spoil, plus your mama is outnumbered with me and your brother. She needs backup!" I laughed at his words, how enthusiastic he's being. He knows the baby can't hear him yet but he's hellbent on talking to my belly every night. "I hope you have your mama's attitude." My eyes widened at his words. "Don't curse us like that!" He laughed loudly before resting his head on my belly. "I'd love to have a mini you." I shook my head rapidly. "Not me! Can you imagine the both of us facing off when she's a teenager?" His brows shot up immediately. "Global destruction!" He yelled out making me laugh loudly.

He shifted till he was laying next to me. His arms wrapping around me and pulling me back into him. "I missed this. I missed you, I missed Nicky, I missed Dahlia." I turned and smiled at him. "Does he sleep with you anymore?" I nodded. "At least once a week he crawls into the bed, telling me how much he misses you." He chuckled. "Not gonna lie, him going with Mav hurt a little." I rolled over to him, a few tears welled in his eyes. "Before I left he was crawling up into this bed every night, and now he mostly sleeps in his. He's growing up and I feel like I'm missing it." He said as the tears escaped.

"Oh, honey." I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me. "I just missed you guys and I want as much time with you two as possible." I nodded, kissing his head as he cried into my chest. A sob escaping me, only crying because he was. "What if I miss too much time? What if there comes a point where he doesn't feel like he truly knows me?" I shook my head, pulling him away just enough for me to wipe the tears from his eyes. "You won't miss too much time. Because you put in a hundred and twenty percent when you're here. Our little boy will always know exactly who you are, and what kind of man you are. Okay?" He nodded, leaning up and kissing me softly. "Thank you, pretty girl. I needed to hear that." I smiled at him, pulling his head back into my chest. "Go to sleep, Roo. You're home."

I wasn't sure how long I was asleep for but I rolled over in bed, stretching my arm out for Rooster to find his side of the bed cold and made. I slowly opened my eyes seeing the closet door wide open, and full of suits? I rubbed my eyes, sitting up in bed and looking around. Wine colored walls with expensive décor, but what caught my attention was the framed photo on the dresser. I quickly stood, looking at it, sickness rising in my throat. I threw it to the floor, rushing out to the hallway and down the large oak staircase. My feet hit the freezing cold marble, almost making me yelp but I was too focused on getting out the front door. Until I was suddenly grabbed around the waist, slammed back into a hard chest.

"Where you goin', baby?" The low voice whispered in my ear. My heart sunk into my stomach hearing his voice. "Let me go!" I screamed as he lifted me, tossing me over his shoulder. "Not this time." I flailed on his shoulder, hoping he'll let go or drop me anything. He slammed me down on the couch, pinning me to it with his hands around my throat, allowing me a perfect view of Aaron's face. "If you want a job done, gotta do it yourself." HIs grip tightened and my airways constricted. I slashed my nails across his face, drawing blood as his grip loosened. I used the opportunity to come him in the gut, throwing him off me.

I jumped up, rushing for the door. "GET BACK HERE YOU BITCH!" I swung the door open and looked behind me to see Aaron reaching out for me but I rushed out the door only to find the porch wasn't there. Neither was the yard or the driveway and I fell. I fell and fell until suddenly I opened my eyes to find myself in bed. I turned over in the dark room to find Rooster gone, my breathing picked up scared my dream was becoming reality. I ran my hands over the small bump. The realization that it was still there bringing me comfort.

I went to get out of the bed before the bedroom door creaked open, and in walked Rooster with Nicky dead asleep in his arms. "What happened?" I asked and he sighed. "Mav dropped him off, he wouldn't sleep. He was apparently inconsolable, crying for us." My heart broke at his words. "Aw, my poor baby." Rooster laid him in the bed next to me, Nicky immediately turns to me, clinging like static. I brushed the hair from his forehead, placing a kiss on his head as Rooster slid in on his other side. "Does it make me a bad dad that I'm glad he wanted to come home?" Rooster whispered and I chuckled. "No, not at all." Rooster reached across Nicky, his hand resting on the side of my small bump.

"Thank you." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "For what?" He looked down at Nicky with a small smile as his thumb rubbed my belly. "For this. The greatest gift I could've ever been given. I never saw myself having a family, too worried I would leave them behind if something happened. Then you came along and I realized, this is all I ever wanted." Tears filled my eyes at his words. "I wouldn't have Nicky without you either, so the gratitude extends to both of us." He leaned over, kissing me. "I love you, Mags." I smiled at him as my eyes drifted closed. "I love you too, Bradley." I managed to whisper as I fell asleep.

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My eyes slowly opened, a little bit of light showing through the curtains. My hand drifted down to my stomach, missing the bump that was there in my dream. I slowly rolled over, facing Rooster as his arm remained around my waist. I looked at the small amount of space between us, it felt so big without a sandy haired little boy filling it. This dream really messed with my head, I wanted a child with Rooster but now I was hearing voices and dreaming about it. I looked at the clock on Rooster's side and saw it said eight a.m., how long did I sleep?

"Good morning, pretty girl." Rooster whispered, his voice deep and hoarse as he just woke up. I smiled as he rolled me onto my back, hovering over me. He leaned down, kissing me gently as my hands drifted over his shoulders. Our lips separated with a smack, making me giggle. "How are you feeling?" He asked falling next to me, pulling me close to him. "A little tired but my chest doesn't feel tight or anything. I feel more like me than I have in days." He smiled at me. "I don't know how you're tired, you slept for almost twenty-four hours."

I pulled back and looked at him. "I'm a little surprised I didn't sleep longer." He chuckled, kissing my head. "You know, you made so much headway in tearing out the carpet, we could finish ripping everything out today." I gave him a small smile. "I'm sorry, Roo." He just chuckled and kissed my head. "I'm okay with it now." I smiled up at him, my hand resting on his neck. "We still need to find a contractor to finish everything though and we haven't even looked for one. "I did. I spent the entire day after you started asking around and doing some research and found a guy but he'll be here on Monday." I pursed my lips, nodding. "He has an entire team and it can be finished by the end of the month."

"So, at the end of the month," He whispered, flipping me onto my back again. "You will be all mine, all the time." He said leaning down, capturing my lips in a kiss. "I'm yours all the time now." I muttered as he pulled away. "Yeah, but it'll be in our bed, in our house. I can't wait to have that with you." I smiled at him, pulling him into another kiss. "I love you, you know that?" He nodded as he placed kisses all over my face. "I guess we should get up if we want to finish our little demolition before Monday." He shook his head. "Nope, I enlisted the team to be here at ten."

I giggled as his mustache brushed against my neck, tickling me. "So we have two hours, what do you wanna do?" I asked as he placed hot kisses along my neck, his warm hands sliding under his shirt that adorned my body. "I missed you." I giggled. "I've been here." His kisses turned to sucking as he sucked bruises into my skin. "Just your body, I missed your voice, your eyes, everything about you." He said as he slid the shirt up over my breasts taking a nipple between his teeth, dragging a moan from my throat. "This okay?" I nodded, my hands going into his hair. "Yeah." He chuckled as he kissed his way down my body, over my belly which made a hollow feeling settle in my chest. "Missed your voice. Wanna hear all the little noises you have for me."

I whined loudly at his words, his hands grabbing the waist band of my panties and I gasped. "Rooster, stop!" He jumped up, his eyes locking on mine. "I'm still..." I struggled to say the words, but Rooster knew. "Oh." He said before standing and reaching down for my hands. "Come on, pretty girl." I slipped my hand in his and he led me into the bathroom, starting the shower and closing the shower door. He came over, pulling off my shirt and taking it in his hands. "I'll be back in five minutes." He said before kissing my head and walking out. I watched him close the door before turning to the mirror.

I looked better than I had in days, the dark circles under my eyes were barely noticeable anymore and my skin wasn't as pale. I felt like myself, a little tired but like myself. I slid off my underwear and slid into the shower. The warm water felt great on my muscles, I allowed it to flow down my body soaking me from head to toe. I was in such a daze I didn't even hear Rooster come in, until his hands landed on my waist. "Feel good?" He asked as his hand traveled from my waist to the front of my belly before drifting down between my legs.

"Yeah." I whimpered as his lips found purchase under my ear. I pushed back on him, his cock resting against my ass. "Needy, honey?" I nodded as he grabbed his cock, slipping between my folds. "Rooster, please." He hummed against my neck, pushing me down till I was slightly bent over. "I got you, pretty girl. Gonna make you feel good, I promise." He gently pushed in and I gasped, the stretch burning more than usual. "Are you okay?" I nodded. "It burns a little." His grip on my waist tightened. "You want me to stop?" He asked, concern lacing his voice. "No, it's just been a few days." I felt him nod as he kissed the back of my head and pushed in a little more till he was completely seated inside me.

"Oh, I missed you pretty girl." He said before slipping out and back in. He found a steady pace, being gentle with me, something he hasn't really done since the morning of the uranium mission. "Come here." He said as he slipped out, turning me till my back was against the shower wall. He lifted me till my legs were around his waist and he slipped back in. "I missed those beautiful eyes." He said as he kissed me, my arms wrapping around his shoulders. "Bradley. Bradley." I repeated as his fingers slipped between us, gently rubbing my clit. "Come on, pretty girl. Soak my cock. I wanna feel you squeezing me, want to feel you around me." His words set a fire within me and a scream ripped through my throat as my orgasm washed over me.

"That's it, honey." He said as his thrusts became harder until he stopped, pulling me as far down on his cock as he could get me. "Love filling you up." He muttered as he held me in place, still filling my pussy with his cum. "I love you, Mags." I muttered an 'I love you too'. "Please, don't ever shut me out again." He said as he buried his nuzzled his face in my cheek. "I won't Bradley. I won't do it again." I said as I pressed a kiss to his forehead.

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Hello! Can I request a songfic for Edmund Pevensie x reader inspired from the song "It Ain't Me", it'll be take place in modern au also angst :> thanks

It ain't me

Edmund Pevensie x Reader

A/N: Hey sweetheart! I hope you like this fic! I loved writing it, the song was so nice to listen to and literally gave so much nostalgia- As usual, if you want anything changed, feel free!

ALSO PEOPLE, SEND TUA FIC REQUESTS-

Summary: Y/N reminisces her time with her past lover. This is a songfic.

Warnings: Alcoholism, a teensy bit of swearing, a bit of angst? But a sort of bittersweet ending.

Requested: Yesssss~

I had a dream

We were sipping whiskey neat

Highest floor, The Bowery

Nowhere's high enough

“Ed, where are you taking me?” I giggled, unable to see through the blindfold he had put on my eyes. “Stairs,” replied the boy simply, warning me beforehand. “Just tell me, Eddie,” I whined, dragging out the last syllable. “What’s the point of the surprise then, love?” he asked rhetorically as he slowly guided me up several flights of stairs. “Are you planning to murder me? Cause honestly, I would rather die because of a stab wound,” I joked, a deep chuckle coming from behind me as we reached the last of the stairs. “And, tada!” he exclaimed, untying the blindfold. I gasped as I looked around the highest floor of The Bowery, one of the only alcohol stores in our small town. “I rented the whole floor,” he explained as he sat on the end of the floor, his feet dangling off of the building in between the gaps of the railings. I slid down beside him, leaning my head against his shoulder. “So, I brought you the best whiskey I have ever had,” said the boy, holding up a bottle wrapped with f/c ribbons, a rose trapped between the strings. “Oh please, you only started drinking alcohol 4 months ago,” I said, rolling my eyes and nudging him with my elbow. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured out a little bit of whiskey in two glasses, omitting the ice that I had seen relatives put. I sipped at the liquid and immediately choked, coughing at the bitter taste. Edmund laughed at my facial expression, making me pout. “Oh come on Y/N, it’s not every day a girl turns 18! Drink up,” he smiled, finishing the remains of the whiskey. I closed my nose and chugged down the burning liquor, slamming the glass down next to me. “Believe me, Y/N, it’s all going to go up from here. We’re both going to Oxford! Nowhere is high enough for the two of us,” he sighed, placing a kiss on my head, as I burrowed my face into the sleeves of his hoodie.

I gasped, sitting up in bed at the forgotten memory, tears having seeped down my face during the night. My pillow was stained from the tears of the tragic past, and water lay in my waterline and blurred my vision. I gulped harshly as I placed my hand over my pounding heart, trying to forget the memory. I glanced forlornly at the empty side where my lover used to sleep. I choked out a sob as I buried my face into my pillow again, sobs wracking through my body till early in the morning.

Somewhere along the lines

We stopped seeing eye to eye

You were staying out all night

And I had enough

I glanced at the clock next to me, only to see that it was Saturday. With no distraction from my pain and no energy to do the seemingly infinite number of chores, I continued to lie in bed as I recounted the memories that I had forced away from my thoughts. Tears slipped slowly down my face as memories from two years ago haunted me.

“YOU ARE ALWAYS DOING THIS EDMUND!” I had yelled that fateful night, in the kitchen of my old hom- house. “SORRY IF I WANT A FUCKING BREAK AFTER WORKING MY ASS OFF SO THAT WE CAN AFFORD THIS PLACE,” he yelled back, prodding his finger in my direction, his face red. “MAYBE IF YOU STOPPED WASTING MONEY BUYING ALL THIS TRASH, YOU WOULD HAVE MORE TIME TO SPEND WITH ME, YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!” I screeched, pointing at the alcohol bottles. “YOU ARE STAYING OUT ALL NIGHT EDMUND, IT SEEMS LIKE YOU’RE A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSON,” I continued, the clock ticking to 4 in the morning. “YOU’RE SO BLOODY ANNOYING, Y/N! ARE YOU FUCKING INSECURE OR SOMETHING? MAYBE IT’S TIME YOU REALISED THAT I DON’T WANT TO BE SEEN WITH THE LIKES OF YOU!” he yelled, regret flashing through his eyes as soon as he said those words. Tears welled in my eyes, blurring the guilt-ridden face of the boy in front of me, his dark brown hair the only visible feature under the yellow lights of the kitchen as the tears escaped my eyes. Edmund tried to reach for my wrist but I pulled my body away from him, making him flinch a little at the cold reaction. “I’ve had enough,” I croaked, walking away from the boy to our room and locking the door as he pleaded apologies.

I snapped out of the daydream, glancing at the clock which showed that it was now nine in the morning. My heart hurt from his last words, making me feel like I couldn’t breathe. I rubbed my eyes, the tears leaving a salty mess on my face. I forced myself to get up, stumbling slightly on the way to the bathroom through the haze of tears. I started the flow of hot water in the shower and stood under it as the steam from the water-filled the room, fogging up the mirror. My mind shut down as I stood under the steady stream of water that relaxed my muscles.

Who's gonna walk you

Through the dark side of the morning?

Who's gonna rock you

When the sun won't let you sleep?

Who's waking up to drive you home

When you're drunk and all alone?

Who's gonna walk you

Through the dark side of the morning?

“Please pick me up Y/N/N,” slurred Edmund’s voice through the line, making me sigh and immediately pick up my car keys to pick up the drunk boy. “Edmund, this isn’t good for you,” I sighed as we drove back from the pub, Edmund slouched over in his seat, his suit wrinkled and hair messy. “Work is so exhausting, baby,” he sighed, ignoring my words. “I miss college,” he said, leaning his head back as he thought about our time two years ago at Oxford University. “Edmund, please stop drinking so much. Talk to me instead,” I interrupted his ramble about the past, making his brown eyes well up with innocent tears. “Are you mad at me?” he asked as I parked the car and undid his seatbelt, helping him out of the seat to our apartment. “I could never be mad at you, sweetheart,” I assured, kissing his forehead before opening the front door of our home. “Please don’t leave, I don’t want the nightmares,” muttered the boy when I tried leaving him on the bed to crash on the couch. I considered for a short moment before climbing in beside him, cradling his head and rocking him gently as he drifted into a seemingly peaceful sleep.

Suddenly, I snapped out of the daydream when cold water started hitting my body instead of hot water. I switched off the shower and climbed out, wrapping the towel tightly around my body, and opening the bathroom door. As the steam slowly escaped from the bathroom, I lay down on the bed again, my legs dangling off the edge as I thought about us when we were younger.

I had a dream

We were back to seventeen

Summer nights and The Libertines

Never growing up

I was doing homework at my desk when “Don’t look back into the sun” started playing from outside my window. I dropped the pen that I had been spinning between my fingers and stood up from my study table. I glanced out of the window to see Edmund standing there with a sign in his hand that said, “PROM?” I pulled the window up, the hot summer air of the night hitting my skin as I yelled, “YES!” He grinned and threw his hands up in celebration making me giggle softly as the song by the Libertines continued to play.

I got up from my bed and slipped on a hoodie and tights in place of the towel wrapped around me, back to my 27-year-old self 10 years later. I hummed the familiar song softly before picking up my phone and opening Spotify. The song by the Libertines drifted through the room, making me smile despite the bittersweet memories.

Who's gonna walk you

Through the dark side of the morning?

Who's gonna rock you

When the sun won't let you sleep?

Who's waking up to drive you home

When you're drunk and all alone?

Who's gonna walk you

Through the dark side of the morning?

It ain't me

I snooped through the messages Edmund had sent to me over the years. Sweet messages of, “I’ll be home in five minutes, sweetheart,” slowly changed to, “Not coming home today, don’t wait.” As I reached the end of the chat, a voicemail that I had been too hesitant to open came up. I played the message, tears immediately springing to my eyes at the familiar British accent, the husky undertones bringing about a sense of closure, sewing old wounds closed. “I am so sorry Y/N. I need you. Who is going to take care of me when I’m drunk, or when I can’t sleep,” his voice said through the speakers of my phone. “It ain’t me,” I said softly to myself, a parting with the sweet boy I had known, who was now lost from everywhere except the stained memories I held.

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