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Fall Into Me - Chapter Eight: We'll Dance in the Street like Nobody's Watching

dbf!Joel x f!reader

Summary: Joel is hanging on by a thread as a single father to a tenacious 10-year-old Sarah. Feeling like he's drowning, like the world is about to spit him out, he needs some help before he breaks in half. At your dad's insistence, you show up in his life and change everything.

Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.

Word Count: 3.8k

Chapter Warnings: Explicit, under 18 take a hike. No outbreak AU. Lots of feelings, unprotected p in v, flirting, dads being dads. Two idiots falling in love and finally fucking admitting it. Joel is his own warning. Age gap of about 9 years (Reader 24/25, Joel 33/34). No use of y/n. Reader has a nickname used only by her dad and Joel uses various terms of endearment (darlin', sweetheart, etc.).

This chapter includes the scene that sparked the entire story idea. I've been patiently waiting for it to see the light of day. hope you enjoy!

Thank you so much to everyone who reads this self-indulgent story and extra thanks to those who comment and/or reblog - you all make me feel like a rock star!

Dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

Chapter Seven | Main Masterlist

“So, how was it?” Grilling you for the past twenty minutes, Emily was relentless in her pursuit to find out just how good Joel was in bed, after congratulating you on the new job, of course. “Come on! I need to know!”

“Alright, alright! I had no idea you were such a needy bitch. Is your hubby not dicking you down enough or what?” you laughed before regaling her with tales of Joel’s prowess.

“I fuckin’ knew he’d be big and know how to use it! He just gives off that BDE, ya know what I mean? Just how big are we talkin’, anyway?”

Rolling your eyes, you laughed again. “Well, I didn’t fucking measure it, but it’s a definite handful. Besides, you’ve never even met him, Em! How could you possibly get that vibe?”

“I’ve seen photos and heard stories, that’s more than enough to pick up on that sorta thing,” Emily replied with the confidence of someone who damn well knows what she’s talking about. “I need to know more. Gimme all the details!”

“Yeah, yeah. Speaking of BDE, I gotta finish getting ready. Joel said he had something special planned for tonight to celebrate me getting the teaching job.”

“I bet he does. You’re gonna get another deep dicking from that huge—”

“Bye Em!” you cut her off and hit end call before she could carry on anymore.

Tossing the phone on your bed, you finished putting a light layer of makeup on, putting in a little more effort to look good tonight. Ten minutes later, dressed in a pair of dark, fitted jeans and a dark blue, long-sleeve, vee neck shirt that showed just a touch of cleavage, you wandered out to the living room.

“Alright Dad, I’m off. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” Leaning over the back of his recliner, you press a kiss to his balding head.

“Have fun on your date and be careful, Spud. Call me if you need a ride home or anything,” he replied, patting your hand. You turned to leave, grabbing a light jacket from the hook by the door just in case, when your dad’s voice carried from the living room. “It’s funny, Joel told me he has a date tonight, too.”

Freezing for a moment, you squeak, “Oh, yeah?”

“Uh huh. Quite a coincidence me thinks.” He paused again, but you were at a loss for words and grateful that he couldn’t see your expression. “Enjoy your night, kiddo.”

Knowing a dismissal when you heard one, you take off through the door. Your mind raced on the short drive to Joel’s. He knows. Your dad so knows. You start to panic for a moment wondering if he’s upset before the realization hits that he didn’t seem remotely mad about it. More like he got a kick out of the idea and enjoyed teasing you. You and Joel had to fess up very soon, but that was a tomorrow problem. Tonight was meant to be all about you and Joel.

Walking through the front door, you expected to find Joel in the living room or kitchen, but the downstairs was empty. Lugging your overnight bag up the stairs, you thought maybe he’d be in his room or the bathroom still getting ready, but again, no sign of him. Where the hell was he?

Making your way down the stairs, you peeked out the window to make sure you didn’t imagine his truck in the driveway when you parked – it was there, right next to your car. He had to be around here somewhere. The sound of soft music hit your ears suddenly. Following the sound, you slipped out the back door and gasped.

A soft glow spread across the yard from lights strung from tree to tree, a plaid tablecloth covered the patio table on which sat a vase of brightly colored tulips, an open bottle of pinot noir, two stemless wine glasses, and two covered plates. Just beyond the patio, a hammock hung between two large live oaks with another set of string lights dangling above it. As your eyes took it all in, Joel stood off to the side watching you with a warm smile.

“Joel,” you whispered, afraid to disturb the dream-like quality of the moment, his name a drawn-out breath in the air when you finally turned to him. His dark eyes glinted from the string lights as he stepped forward out of the shadows, one hand stretched out towards you. There was no hesitation in reaching for him and you clung to each other for a few minutes before he stepped back to pull out a chair for you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, settling into the seat. When Joel took his place across the table from you, you added, “This is so lovely, Joel.”

A bashful smile graced his lips as he removed the covers from the plates and filled the wine glasses. Your gaze soaked in every little movement he made, in awe of the gorgeous man before you and all he’d done to make this evening special. Holding his glass up, he toasted to you. “Here’s to your new job and the start of a very rewarding career. Congrats darlin’.”

Clinking your glass against his lightly, you beamed at him. He looked so handsome, thick curls pushed back away from his face, tanned skin glowing in the soft lighting. “Thank you, Joel.” Already buzzing from the way he made you feel, you sipped lightly at the wine before digging into the meal before you.

Bursts of flavor hit your palette at the first bite, the chicken cooked to perfection and the sun-dried tomatoes adding just the right tang to the red pesto coating the rigatoni. A soft moan escaped before you caught it, cheeks heating up with the way Joel looked at you with hooded eyes.

“I reckon you like it?” he asked, a teasing lilt to his gravelly voice.

“This may be the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, Joel. Did you make this?” You took another bite, savoring the flavors that exploded in your mouth.

“Mmhmm. It’s my mama’s recipe, she made it a lot when we were younger, and it’s always been my favorite. I’m glad you like it.” He watched you enjoy another forkful, obviously proud.

“I don’t just like it, Joel. This is fuckin’ delicious. I didn’t know you could cook like this!”

His cheeks turned pink as he cleared his throat. “I can’t, usually. I practiced a lot with this one.” That melted your heart further.

You ate your fill, making small conversation between bites, until your wine glass was empty, and your belly satisfied. Joel poured you another glass, which you sipped leisurely as he cleared the table and placed the dirty dishes in the dishwasher for later. He wouldn’t let you lift a finger.

“Dance with me?” he said upon his return outside, voice deep and gravelly as he plucked the glass from your hand and placed it on the table.

“I’d love to,” you replied softly, lips tilted upwards in a sweet smile. Holding his left hand out, Joel helped you to your feet and let you off the patio.

A new song began, volume a little louder now, and you stepped closer to him. A warm buzz spread through your veins when Joel pulled you against his broad chest, one arm wrapping around your waist and the other bent to hold your hand over his heart. You could feel the thump of his heartbeat beneath the green flannel he wore as he swayed you slowly around the grassy yard, careful to not stray too close to the pool.

Nothing ever felt as right as being there in Joel’s arms, dancing in the yard like the world beyond the fence didn’t exist. Your feelings for this man were overwhelming, growing deeper each and every day – hell, each and every second was more like it – and that four-letter word bubbled in your throat. You swallowed it down, settling your head against Joel’s shoulder, eyes closed and focused on the moment.

Joel’s chin tilted downward, nudging against the side of your face, his lips near your ear, and his breath sent delightful chills down your spine when he began to sing softly.

“Fall into me and I’ll catch you, darlin’. We’ll dance in the street like nobody’s watching. It’s just you and me and the song on repeat in my head, playing over and over…”

My god, how could you not fall in love with this incredible man?

The intimacy of it all brought tears to your eyes as your fingers threaded through the hair at the back of his head. Stomach alight with the flutter of too many butterflies, the urge to speak from your heart became too much, you could hold back no longer.

“I love you, Joel.”

You loved him.

What did he ever do to deserve something like that?

Heart clenching deep in his chest, Joel guided you to the hammock, music still carrying softly through the air. With amazing finesse, he settled you both on the hanging fabric, bodies snuggled together until you nearly became one.

He ached to say the words back to you, but they kept getting stuck in his throat. Instead, he settled for showing you how he felt, just like he did with dancing and singing in your ear – he could have written that song for how relatable it was to the feelings you brought out in him. Dark eyes stared into yours as his hands moved over your body, pulling you impossibly closer.

I love you, his lips said as they pressed heatedly against yours.

I love you, his tongue said as it licked softly into your mouth to tangle delicously with yours.

I love you, his hands said as they touched you with utter reverence.

I love you, his body said as he pressed it tightly against yours, trying in vain to crawl beneath your skin.

Joel kissed you with singular focus until you were both breathless and overwrought with need.

“Take me to bed, Joel,” you whispered when he finally tore his lips from yours. “I need to feel every bit of you.”

Your angelic voice music to his ears, he scrambled from the hammock, scooping you up in his muscled arms to carry you inside and up to his bedroom. His mind occupied by one thing and one thing only – making love to you until you knew every part of him and he knew every part of you – the string lights and last bit of wine were left forgotten in the yard.

Loving the way you clung to him, Joel swept through the house and up the stairs with an urgency he’d not felt before.

His lips moved to brush down your neck, nipping at the tender skin as he went. Once in his room, he closed the door even though you were the only two there. Joel kissed each new patch of skin bared as he removed your clothes until you were completely naked. Easing you back onto his unmade bed, a low growl rumbled from deep in his chest when your fingers slid along his scalp and tugged on his hair. Fucking lord did he love how you touched him.

“Fuck, I need to taste you, pretty girl.”

He’d never seen anyone or anything more beautiful in his life as your naked body writhed on his bed, eager and yearning for his touch, and Joel knelt to worship at the altar of you.

Starting at your delicate feet, Joel’s fingertips traced every inch of you until he reached the apex of your thighs. Leaning forward, he let the scruff of his facial hair tickle along the flesh of your inner thighs, pressing open-mouth kisses along the soft skin as he went. Grinning as you trembled, he met your wide gaze as he leant forward, tongue exploring your folds.

The first taste of you set his soul on fire. Sweet like honey yet more addicting and thrice as satisfying, Joel licked at your clit, tongue occasionally dipping down into you, slurping greedily at the very essence of you.

He couldn’t have thought of a more delicious dessert.

His movements elicited sensuous moans that shot straight to his cock, his jeans quickly becoming too tight and uncomfortable. Seeking a little relief, his hips began grinding against the mattress as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, fingers soon assisting his tongue in driving you mad. Just when he thought he might blow his load in his jeans, again, you came, crying his name out, the syllables drawing out in a beautiful, lyrical drawl. Working you through it, Joel drank down every bit of your release like a thirsty man in the desert.

“Fuck, darlin’. You taste fuckin’ delicious. I could live here, between your legs, for the rest of my life, surviving on just you.” Joel stood as he spoke, gazing down at your blissed out form on his bed as he tore off his clothes, one large hand palming his cock before he practically dove into bed with you.

“You’re too good at that, Joel Miller,” you said, the words falling lazily from your lips as you recovered from the singularly intense orgasm. Swooping down, Joel kissed you passionately, offering you a taste of yourself lingering on his tongue.

Letting his body continue to do the communicating for him, Joel shifted his hips, grinding gently against you while his mouth devoured yours. Groaning as your nails scratched down his back, he reached a hand down to guide his cock toward its home in your pussy. Dark eyes opened wide, Joel watched your face as he entered you, delighting in the scrunch of your nose and the way your eyes squeezed shut before popping open again at the sensation of him splitting you open.

With long, slow, oh so deep, strokes, Joel made love to you, telegraphing the depth of his feelings in the only way he knew how, until you were writhing in pleasure beneath him. Afterwards, he cleaned the mess between your thighs and held you close until you fell asleep with your head resting on his chest. Only then, did he finally whisper the words he longed to say all night. “I love you, too.”

Joel stayed awake for a while, listening to your gentle snores and the soft sighs you made in your sleep. He loved that you let your guard down with him, that he was the man who got to hold you while you slept. In the darkness of night, Joel made himself a promise that he would not fuck this up before falling into a deep sleep of his own.

His dreams were particularly vivid, the sensation of your mouth around his cock so strong he’d swear it was real. He’d never experienced your mouth around him like that before, though, so it couldn’t be real. Joel let his dream-self enjoy every moment, your lips around his shaft and tongue teasing the throbbing vein along the underside of his cock a divinity he’d never known before. At one point you took him so deep that a loud, guttural moan escaped his lips, hands clenching in your hair.

Eyes popping open, the moan carried on, rumbling from deep within Joel’s chest as he glanced down to find you feasting on his hardened length. It wasn’t a dream after all.

“Fuuuccckkk,” his voice, still rough with sleep, drew out the word as he watched you go down on him. Your mouth a form of heaven he suffered too long without, the cheeky, mischievous look in your eye making the pleasure more intense. You clearly enjoyed the act nearly as much as he did.

It didn’t take long before your wanton rhythm and sinful mouth had him coming down your throat, your name a prayer recited over and over in that gravelly voice. “Jesus fucking Christ, darlin’. Where’d you learn to suck cock like that, hmm? Your mouth is like God damn heaven.”

Joel’s chest heaved as you gulped down every drop of his spend, tongue darting out to lick the last bit from the little slit on his cockhead before sliding over your lips. You visibly swallowed, savoring the taste of him; his eyes glued to your mouth the whole time. His hand came up, caressing your face with the love he couldn’t yet voice shining brightly in his eyes, and his thumb traced along your plump bottom lip.

“My little gummy worm,” he murmured, delirious from coming so hard. “Felt so good wrapped around my fat cock.”

Crawling up his body, you settled your weight atop him and pressed your lips to his, letting him taste a hint of himself on your tongue as licked into his mouth, returning the favor from the night before. The kiss was languid and sloppy, perfect for a lazy morning waking up together.

“You tasted good, all salty and musky,” you said once you broke away, voice raspy from having his dick halfway down your throat.

“You can wake me up like that any time you’d like, darlin’.”

The two of you cuddled for a while, neither of you too eager to start the day knowing you didn’t have anything pressing to do. Those unspoken words bubbled in Joel’s chest the whole time, begging to come to the surface, to be spoken aloud and given credence. Still, he hesitated without quite knowing why. Finally rolling out of bed around 10, you jumped into the shower while Joel threw on some clothes and ran out to grab some breakfast.

He just pulled back into his driveway, a bag with a few bagel breakfast sandwiches in one hand – he got an extra in case you wanted pork roll instead of bacon – a coffee and orange juice clutched in the other, when JB’s truck pulled up in front of his house.

Settled on the couch after your refreshing shower, legs tucked under you while scrolling through your phone, you heard Joel’s truck pull up. Waiting for him to come in with breakfast for you both, you were caught off guard by the deep voices rumbling in the front yard. You sat up, peeking through the blinds to find your dad out front, hands on his hips as he spoke to Joel.

Oh shit.

You couldn’t discern their facial expressions from that angle and moved to the front door, quietly easing the heavy wood open to peek out and eavesdrop. They had to be talking about you, right? There was no hiding or pretending you weren’t here, especially with your car parked in the driveway right next to Joel’s. After your dad’s comments last night, you wondered if he planned this ambush then.

“I knew she’d be here,” you heard your dad say, but you couldn’t read his body language clearly. His hands were on his hips still, but there was a smile on his face. “You sweet on my baby girl, Joel?”

You couldn’t hear Joel’s response, his gravelly voice pitched too low for your ears to catch across the distance, but you could see him smile hesitantly even as his broad shoulders hunched slightly. Whatever it was caused your dad to chuckle and punch Joel playfully.

“I knew it!” your dad exclaimed, the sudden loudness startling you. “I knew you two would hit it off, I just wasn’t sure how long it’d take.”

You caught Joel’s response this time, his surprised voice pitching upwards. “You’re not upset?”

Walking toward the house without invitation, your dad paused. “Why the hell would I be upset? You’re a good man, Joel, and I know you’ll treat her well. And she’ll be good for you, too, I have no doubt. Now, you got enough in that there bag for breakfast for three?”

Your shoulders sagged with relief as you eased the door open. “I thought I heard voices! Hi Dad,” you greeted. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey Spud. I could ask you the same thing, but I knew I’d find you here.” Pulling you in for a hug, he ushered you inside. “I got tired of waiting for you two to come clean and thought I’d put you both on the spot.”

Eyebrows shooting up, you glanced at Joel before meeting your dad’s gaze again. “How did you know?”

Giving you a shrug, he said, “You two weren’t exactly subtle and a father always knows.” Nudging your shoulder, JB turned to Joel. “You’ll find that out soon enough, my friend. I can’t wait for the trouble that Sarah will give you.”

The three of you sat at the small dining table, digging into the breakfast sandwiches, your dad insisting you tell him how long you and Joel had been seeing each other and how it all started. Relieved to finally have the truth out there, you told him the story and JB chuckled.

“That about tracks. That’s right around when I started to notice something different between the two of you. And it sure explains why you hardly gave Annica the time of day on your date.” JB gave Joel grief about that failed date for weeks knowing that there was something – or someone – else drawing the man’s attention. JB had the feeling back then that it was you, his baby girl, his grown-up Spud, who captured the single father’s attention.

“You sure you’re okay with this, Dad? I mean…” your words fell off, not really knowing what to say. You’d be heartbroken if your dad wasn’t okay with a relationship between you and Joel, especially now that you verbally admitted to being in love with him.

“Are you kidding? I’m happy as a pig in shit that the two people I care about most like each other.” Your dad was all smiles, beady eyes sparkling with mischief. “In fact, I was planning on setting the two of you up if you didn’t figure things out for yourselves first. Tommy was in on the plan, too, and was the one who suggested we give it a little time. Little shit never told me it became official, though.”

Sitting back in your seat, you giggled with relief. All that time spent fretting over what your dad might think, feeling guilty for dating his best friend and hiding it from him for so long. It was all for naught. You should have known he’d love the idea of you two together.

“So, when’s the wedding?” JB asked, a shit-eating grin spread across his lips as you and Joel froze, eyes darting to each other in wide-eyed panic. Your dad practically guffawed at his own humor while you two were practically having a panic attack. “I’m just kidding – there’s no rush. Just make sure you treat her right, Joel.”

Recovering from the initial panic – not that he didn’t want to marry you, eventually, just not quite this soon – Joel laughed a little nervously. “Of course, JB. I’ll always treat her right. I, uh… I love her.” His gaze shifted to you, heart showing firmly in those dark chocolate orbs. “I love you, darlin'.”

tbc

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 2 months

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✮⋆˙ hey demons, it’s ya boi; platonic! nico di angelo x daughter of persephone! reader blurb

content: platonic! nico di angelo x daughter of persephone! reader blurb warning: language but it's so fun what??? author's note: I LEGIT HAD A BLAST WRITING THIS ONE AND I DONT EVEN CARE THAT THE PLOT IS ALL OVER THE PLACE I JUST- THIS WAS FUN YALL CAN DIE I WROTE THIS FOR ONE BITCH AND ONE BITCH ONLY: MY ASS

"okay, okay, say hi," you laughed from behind the camera, pointing it at nico, who rolled his eyes and shoved at it with his palm. the camera's view blurred, giving views the muddy images of what looked like gloomy woods with- were those faces? no, couldn't be, as the camera stabilized and zoomed back in on the pale boy.

"hey, guys, it's nico and we back on the hunt for ghosts!" nico taunted, wagging his fingers at the camera with a tiny smile. you laughed more before flipping the camera around to yourself, holding up above your head and beaming a smile

"as per usual, it's the stunning y/n, behind the camera, working her magic!"

"please, you barely do anything," nico taunts, throwing a smirk over his shoulder as her jaw dropped.

"are you shitting me?! i do all the editing! and the posting! and the videoing! and im the funniest! and-"

"woah, woah. who the fuck said you were the funniest??" nico bit out, his face scrunched up in disbelief.

"ummmm, like, everyone???" you replied, tracking him with the camera. you guys were steadily walking through the underworld, making your way towards the palace, where you two would have a short dinner and then explore, determined to prove to people that this was real. nico lead the way, the two of you cracking the occasional joke but you knew most of this would be cut out. nico swung the huge door open for you, to which you did an overexaggerated curtesy to. nico rolled his eyes, bumping shoulders with you as the two of you walked into the living room and plopped down on the black satin couch in there. then you focused the view on nico's hand, zooming in on the mcdonalds logo that stood out in the gloomy atmosphere of the underworld.

"he got the goods, the holy grail, if you will," you teased, laughing as nico, held the bag up and shook it towards the camera.

"you already know, we got the happy meal and the pancake combo for the baby behind the camera-"

"big talking from the bitch holding a happy meal at his grown age!" you shoted back and nico glared at the camera, but really it was directed at you behind it. he went to open his mouth and bite out a response but then hades walked into the sitting room, a godly newspaper under one arm and his black coffee held in the other. you instantly darted the camera to him, in his silk nightgown and matching black silk pajamas. which he did no appreciate based on the frown that took over his face.

"hi dad!" you and nico mused in sync and hades was instantly glaring at the two, glancing between then and the camera.

"what are you two up to?" he questioned, hesitantly taking a seat in the matching chair to the couch. nico threw a fry into his mouth with a shrug, sharing a knowing glance with you as you took a bite of your hashbrown.

"nothing. why would we be up to something?" you asked, sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him with a blooming smile. and you could both see hades cracking, knowing he had a soft spot for his wife's daughter. or as he preferred to call her, his daughter.

"whatever. do as you please," hades shrugged, holding his paper up, the front page about being apollo claiming that hermes stole some famous play about american history from him. you zoomed the camera in on this only for hades to jolt it down with a glare in your direction, "but put that camera away."

"but, dadddd," nico and you whined but were quickly silenced by another glare. you shut the camera off with a sigh.

"okay, okay," you huffed into the camera, a few hours later, spinning it around to see you running through what looked to be a very vibrant and well-loved orchard, "we're running to show you guys our dog. but we've got curfew, so we gotta be back in, what, twenty minutes??"

"closer to fifteen," nico corrected from beside you, also running to keep up. you groaned as his correction before you two broke a clearing, cheering as you spun the camera around.

"okay, so this is the line just to even get IN to the underworld. before judgement and all that stuff. and there, is our puppy!!" you cooed, pointing towards the large mound that was cerebrus. you and nico made your way to the dog, which was nearly jumping for joy at the sight of the prince and princess of the underworld. you handed the camera off to nico, scratching cerebrus' neck in just the right spot to get him rolling on the ground, presenting his underbelly for some rubs. then the scene cut to cerebrus slobbering all over you, you're jaw dropping in shock as nico chuckled from behind the camera, zooming in as the large drool dripped from your body.

"okay- okay, folks, that's it for today!! catch ya next time!!" you managed to grit out, nico laughing so hard he dropped the camera. and faintly before the video cut out, you could hear shouts of a woman's voice threatening to throw pomegranates at their heads if they miss curfew.

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@/user1: ummm, this is clearly all fake?? you'd be stupid to fall for this clearly ai generated video

@/underworlds-favs: um actually☝️🤓 lookin ass stfu-

@/user2: why your dad kinda...😏🤭🤤😮‍💨

@/underworlds-favs: AYO DONT TALK BOUT OUR DAD LIKE THAT??

@/peter.johnson: clearly fake, no cap. this was evidently shot in your father's basement. no hate, just facts.

@/underworld-favs: bitch don't play with me rn- YOU'VE BEEN HERE????

@/peter.johnson: i have no clue what youre talking about

@/percy.jackson: HEY DONT COME AT MY GUY HE AINT DO NOTHING

@/underworld-favs: THESE ARE BOTH YOUR ACCOUNTS-

@/percy.jackson: #freepeterjohnson

@/peter.johnson: #freepercyjackson

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atlafan · 2 months

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“You’re not the third base coach, you know?” Layna teased Harry. “Well, you could coach people on third base, but that would be an adults only thing.”

“We have been to every single one of your nephew’s little league games this season. This is a big game, I’m paying atten-that was a ball, ump!”

“You’re going to embarrass him.”

“Plenty of other parents are-good eye, Joshy! It wouldn’t kill you to show your support.”

“Alright.” Layna clears her throat. “Down by the bay, where the watermelons grow…” the other players on the bench start singing along, and Harry rolls his eyes. “Did you even play sports growing up?”

“Of course I did.” Harry scoffs. “I played soccer, baseball, and I ran cross country.”

“Ooohh, a jock.”

“I wouldn’t put myself in that category. I didn’t do well in my classes, so I let myself be a good athlete. Oh, that call was bullshit. That’s a ball!”

Josh frowns as he comes back over to the bench, pulling his helmet off. Harry goes right over to him, and takes a knee to be at eye level.

“Hey, don’t let it get to you.” He assures the young boy. “That umpire needs better glasses. He probably knows the coach on the other team. You did great up there.”

“I should have swung. Grandpa always says to go down swinging.” Josh pouts.

“Next time you’re up to bat you can do that. Shake it off, yeah? No matter what, Auntie Layna and I are taking you for pizza and ice cream afterwards.”

“No way?! Just us three?”

“Just us three.”

“Cool!” Josh heads over to his coach and his teammates, feeling much better about his strikeout.

Harry makes his way back over to Layna and puts his arm around her shoulders. She looks up at him, grinning.

“What?”

“Nothing.” She giggles and buries her face in his chest. Harry laughs softly and curls his finger under Layna’s chin so she’ll look up at him. He shuffles them over to the side of the bleachers so they’re not front and center in everyone’s view. “It’s nothing.”

“Just tell me. Make fun of me for being like a baseball dad.”

“I wasn’t going to. I got that out of my system before.” She bites her bottom lip as she looks up at him. “You’re really part of the family.”

“I like your family. Well, not so much your parents, they’re in sane. But your brother’s kids are cool.”

“They love you.”

“I like being involved. I should volunteer next season.”

“It would take you an hour to get out of the city every day to make it here in time.”

“Meh.” He shrugs. “The coaches clearly aren’t teaching them fundamentals. They’re not boosting their confidence.” Layna giggles into his chest again. “What is it?”

“Nothing.” Her arms a wrap around his neck. “I just love you.”

“I love you too. Now tell me why you’re giggling. I’m obviously doing something.”

“I was just thinking…you’re going to be a great dad someday, and I really hope it’s to my children.”

“Who else’s father would I be?”

“I don’t know. You could decide you don’t like me anymore.”

“Not possible.” He looks around before sneaking a kiss. “Let’s go have sex in the car.”

“Harry!” She squeals. “We can’t.”

“Obviously not here, we’ll drive somewhere.”

“We can’t just leave. We promised pizza and ice cream.”

“You can’t just bring up wanting me to be the father of your kids and not let me do something about it.” He pinches her hip. “That’s a paddlin’.”

“Noooo, don’t be mean to me, daddy.”

“Now you’re really gonna get it.”

“After pizza and ice cream, I’ll let you fuck me in the car before we drive home.”

“And then?”

“And then you can fuck me all night long and make the bed shake and I’ll be a good girl and take everything you give me and thank you for it.”

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” He grins wickedly. “Consider the paddlin’ rescinded.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

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azaleaniath · 1 year

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a part 2 for terrible liar? maybe some sibling reactions, neytiri and jake reactions, tsireya reactions .. perhaps jake and tonowari making a deal??

a/n: Now that I read this again, I kinda forgot Neytiri, but there u go hun!

~ AONUNG X FEM! SULLY! READER ~

Terrible liar (pt. 2)

includes: quality time, kissing, cuddling, teasing, bonding, fluff, jake being the typical 'you'll have my daughter home at 8'-dad

SFW

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It had come to everyone's attention that you and Ao'nung started to spend even more time with each other and that at least a little amount of his mocking and pestering seemed to have found an end.

Some time had passed since the two of you had talked everything out. More and more you joined Ao'nungs family for dinner and the news were spreading rapidly; the chief's son had found a mate.

"I still can't believe it. You got yourself a man." Kiri shook her head in disbelief.

"Not just any man, but the future clan leader." Neteyam corrected prouldy while patting your shoulder.

Lo'ak only make choking sounds, he still didn't trust Ao'nung completely, even though he tried his best to befriend his family as well, even if it was only for Tsireya.

"Does that mean you will marry Ao'nung and have a family with him?" Tuk asked innocently, to which Lo'ak gagging sounds only intensified.

You blushed at the thought of that and shrugged, unable to hide your smile.

"Probably one day. But we're not even mated, so maybe when he's through with his iknimaya, in some years."

Neteyam smiled at you proudly. He was sure you'd be a good tsahik for the metkayina clan one day.

"Don't you think it's going a bit fast?" Kiri asked as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Mom and dad had Neteyam one year after meeting each other. You don't have to be a genius to calculate this" you answered, so she just agreed and nodded.

"I'm bored..." Tuk suddenly complained, tugging at your hair strands gently to get more attention.

Just as you wanted to speak up you heard Ao'nungs voice echo through the air. He stood at the entrance of the marui, peeking his head in.

"Would a round of hide and seek help? I could show you the best places, noone will ever find you there."

All of your siblings, including you, turned your heads around to face him.

A wide smile appeared on your face as you saw him, so you got up and greeted him with a peck on his cheek and a loose arm around his waist.

"Not even Neteyam?" Tuk's eyes widened in excitement.

"Not even Neteyam."

You felt your heart getting all warm and your stomach tingled. It was the first time Ao'nung had actively seeked out your family to spend time with them too. After all, they were a part of his life now as well.

Tuk jumped in excitement, begging you and your brothers to join. Since it would be a nice bonding activity you agreed, hoping to see him and your family having fun together.

"Well, what are we waiting for?"

Before you could even finish the sentence, your youngest sister cheered and jumped, running out of the marui as quickly as she could.

Neteyam joined right away, even Lo'ak was somehow up for this and joined. Kiri rolled her eyes a bit before following everyone outside.

"You'll get 30 seconds to hide, then (Y/N) and I come to find you all, how about that?"

Ao'nung gave you a smile which already gave away that he was up to something. Nonetheless, he started counting and everybody started to spread, looking for a place to hide.

Once your siblings were out of range, the young man stopped counting and pulled you closer by your waist, only to spread a few kisses along your jaw and cheek.

"Mmh, I've missed you all day..." he purred, his hands roamed your body carefully. This alone covered your entire being in goosebumps while your tail whipped at his touch.

"Don't tell me you wanted to play hide and seek to have me all for yourself?" As he pressed a few more kisses onto your jaw you could practically feel him smirk against your skin.

"Am I not allowed to spend some time with my girlfriend after a hard day of training?"

All you could do was giggle as he pulled you closer and kissed down to your neck as if he was love-starved.

"Hey, no hickeys!" you hissed giggling once his teeth met your skin, leading you to push him off gently.

"I know, your father's gonna kill you" he sighed, not letting go of you so easily.

"No, he's gonna kill you, my love."

Ao'nung shamelessly continued to spread kisses on your neck, carefully sucking and nipping at your skin, until you noticed someone approaching and watching you. Speaking of the devil.

"Ao'nung-"

"Calm down, I'm careful."

"I know but-"

"Just relax and enjoy, hmm?"

You tried to push him off once more but the guy only pulled you closer, caging you in his embrace even more.

"Care to explain what you're doing with my daughter?" your father's voice emerged from behind your boyfriend, who turned around at the sound instantly, blinking with his eyes wide open in surprise.

It took a while for him to finally say something.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sully."

He brought up all the courage he had to look into Jakes eyes. After all, he couldn't be worse than his mother, he thought, still embarrassed that he had caught him kissing you like this.

"There are rules in this house, even for you."

Jake towered him with his chest puffed and the most serious face.

"Yes, I understand."

"Dad, please." you growled in english, hoping he wouldn't be too harsh on your boyfriend. If you weren't there, he would've lectured him where he stood, but because of your presence he decided to let it slip just this once.

"We're gonna have a talk about this later, baby girl."

"Sure..." you reached out to Ao'nungs hand and dragged him with you carefully.

While you were looking for your siblings together, Ao'nung finally found his voice again. "I heard him talk to my father this morning."

Confusion laced your expression. What could his dad probably have to say to yours? Ao'nungs eyes scanned through the surroundings, but it seemed as if you were all alone.

"They talked about us, saying something about a deal."

"A deal?" you repeated with furrowed eyebrows.

"Mhm. Can't say much of what exactly they talked about though. But I'd rather have our fathers talk about us than our mothers." You could only agree to that. The thought of Neytiri and Ronal interacting was never really pleasant.

While you kept walking around to find your siblings, Ao'nung suddenly stopped you and looked around. Both of you had pathed away from the village and into the mangroves.

That smug grin he always wore with pride returned before he trapped you in between a sturdy mangrove root and himself.

"But they won't annoy us here."

Once more, you felt his lips capture the skin of your neck. He let his mouth travel over your neck and up your jawbone again while his arms sneaked around your waist.

Many times, when training got frustrating, exhausting or just annoying in general, exchanging little touches and kisses with you helped him to calm down and maintain sanity.

He sighed against your shoulder while his hands roamed over your back.

"Once I'm done with my iknimaya-", a few more kisses up to your temples followed, "I'll get my own marui. With you." The thought of sharing a home with him felt pleasantly warm. It excited you almost.

"That sounds lovely, Ao'nung."

"Say my name again~" he purred into your ear before gently nipping at it.

To others, it probably seemed like this was something erotic, the kisses, touches and the way he loved how you said his name, but sometimes he just needed all of this for his ego.

Both arms wrapped around his neck as you leaned in on him, wetting your lips once. He couldn't help but groan softly when his name rolled off your tongue so perfectly, his eyes fell shut at the sound of your voice.

It filled him with pride to hear you whispering his name like a prayer to Eywa. His entire body was covered in goosebumps and he shuddered ever so lightly.

"Okay, this is stupid, please let me get out of here before I have to witness my sister getting impregnated." you suddenly heard Kiri call out from behind a tree. She revealed herself and started to walk back to the village.

Immediately pushing Ao'nung away gently, you felt your cheeks starting to burn.

"What? No, I- we weren't-! y-you're not gonna tell dad, are you?"

Kiri actually considered it for a moment since she still wasn't too sure about Ao'nung. He had mocked the Sullys for quite a while.

"I might."

You wanted to run after her and stop her, but Ao'nung just grinned and held you in his arms.

"Go ahead. And while you're at it, why don't you tell him about Rotxo?"

Your sister froze right where she stood. Her intense stare was deadly, but Ao'nung wasn't impressed at all. He was way too informed.

"Would be a shame if we would bave to tell him-"

"Alright fine!" Kiri quickly stomped back to the village, trying to hide her embarrassed face.

"So, where were we?"

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"It's always a pleasure to have you here." Tonowari said smiling as you and Ao'nung entered his family's marui.

You couldn't help but copy his expression. His parents always took you in so friendly, the thought of them being a part of your life too filled your heart with joy.

"Actually we just came to pick this up" Ao'nung made his way over to his mat and grabbed a woven basket filled with fruits, berries, herbs and a few handy utensils along with some selfmade lucky charms.

Tsireya also just came back to the marui together with her mother and greeted you with a short hug as you still stood by the entrance.

"When are you moving in?" she joked with a smile. It was true that you joined them for dinner or just in general almost daily. She loved to see her brother warming up a bit, he seemed to grow up.

She had noticed very early on that Ao'nung treated you different than anyone else, he behaved unlike anytime before. When he had tried to hate you, she could read from his eyes how much he liked you already.

Even if you and her brother weren't mated or married, she already saw you as a family member she could chat with, braid each other's hair and dive through the reefs. Sometimes Ao'nung was almost jealous of having to share you with his sister.

"How about you move in with Lo'ak in our marui and I take your place here?" you whispered into her ear, watching her blush. She couldn't help but giggle shyly at the thought of that, so she changed the topic quickly.

"Are you joining us for dinner?" She asked kindly, to which you nodded.

"We just wanted to bring this to her family-" but before your boyfriend could end his sentence, his father spoke up.

"Ao'nung, you will do that alone. I'm sure Jake would like to have a talk with you, from man to man."

Ao'nung only gave you an insecure look, lips pursed.

"You got this. I believe in you."

He huffed at your words before you pecked his cheek, stroking over his back a few times.

Tonowari and Ronal were not as strict as your parents when it came to physical contact between the two of you.

In fact, they actually adored watching the love you felt for each other blossom with every touch, kiss or hug. This side of their son was new to them as well, yet they highly appreciated how he had changed since he opened up to you.

Praying to Eywa that everything would work out fine, you followed him with your eyes.

"My dear, why don't you sit and dine with us? Tell us about your day."

Tonowari said ever so friendly, offering you a place to sit down.

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It was getting late already, but it was nothing new for you to get home after the eclipse. As you returned to your family, Ao'nung was still with them. The atmosphere was not as relaxed as the one around you with his family.

"I'm back." you said quickly before scanning the room. Your siblings had a hard time not bursting out laughing at the sight of you.

"Sit." Jake ordered harshly, and you did, wondering why. Had Ao'nung done something wrong?

Your boyfriend turned his face towards you slowly, the look on his face was pretty similar to your father's one.

"Hello, (Y/N). Good to see you."

Your eyes widened as you finally understood what was going on.

Ao'nung spoke in english.

The few things you had taught him absolutely did not mean what he thought they did.

"See, I tried to impress your family with the bit of english I learned from you. Instead I told them that I stink and that I'm an idiot. Thank you very much, (Y/N)."

"He told mom that he's an ugly fish lip and called dad a pussy." Neteyam cried out laughing, wiping the tears from his eyes.

As hard as you tried, you bit back a grin, but seeing Ao'nungs stupid face stare at you in anger didn't help at all.

You couldn't help but apologize quietly while holding your laughter back.

"I better get back home." he growled in annoyance, still being pissed and embarrassed. With that he got up from the ground and gave your parents and siblings a quick nod.

"Good night, Mr. Sully, Mrs. Sully.

Good night guys."

He was an impressively fast learner, his pronunciation was very good as well.

As he made his way out the marui you got up and followed him out, grabbing his hand just before he could stomp off.

"Wait, please-"

"You probably had the nicest evening with my family while I sat here with yours, saying stupid things all night long. I wanted to show them my respect so that they accept me and you don't get into trouble!" he hissed as you were out of range, away from your marui.

"Ao'nung please, I'm sorry. I never thought you would remember this anyway... but you kind of deserved that back then."

A sigh left his lips. He couldn't be too mad at you for long.

Closing the distance between you and him, you pulled him into a hug, giving him a sweet apologetic look.

"I'm truly sorry, Ao'nung..." you repeated, tracing over his back gently.

"You'll pay for this, you know that."

His words sent shivers down your spine, followed by his hands which attacked your sides with ferocious tickles.

It only lasted for a few seconds before he looked deeply into your eyes, falling love all over again.

"I have to get up early for training. I should go to sleep."

You frowned a bit at his statement, not wanting him to leave just yet, but you definitely understood that he needed his sleep.

"Take care of yourself, alright?"

Aonung approved with a nod before he closed the space between you and him, giving you a loving kiss that made your heart flutter. And again, he surprised you with how fast he hearned english.

"i love you."

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justmeinadaze · 10 months

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We're A Family Part 18 (Steddie X You)

A/N: This one is a wee bit different. They are experimenting in the bedroom but everyone is having a good time :)

Warnings: Dads Steddie and Mom Fem Y/N, SMUT, Pegging is the main thing here with all the regular smut that comes with these three, FLUFF and no angst!

Word Count: 4018

“So for handcuffs and a nightie, you drove two hours out of town?”, Eddie muses as he looks through the clothes at the sex store you three had traveled to.

“I did because I love you.”, you grin.

“Aw, that’s cute.” He smiles when you scrunch your nose playfully in his direction. “Is Harrington the test subject again or…?”

“I’m down for anything.”, Steve shrugs.

“Be careful what you say, baby.”, you sing as you hit him lightly with one of the whips you found. He chuckles as he jokingly wrestles it from your grasp and lifts you over his shoulder to carry you to where Eddie was browsing toys.

“Are we that old? I don’t know what half this stuff is or for.”, the metalhead exhales as he picks up something random and flashes it towards you two before placing it back down.

“What about this?”, you ask, showing them the strap on you found. “It’s a little intimidating.”

They hear your breathing stutter a bit as you continue to look at with fascination. “What’s intimidating? The thing itself or using it?”

“I mean…I’m not a guy. I’ve never had to…ya know.”

“Holy shit, Steven. It took about 8 years but we finally found something sexual that makes Y/N blush.”

Steve walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist as he leans his head on top of yours. “We can show you.”, he whispers making you lick your lips at his words.

“O-okay.”

Eddie beams as he takes the box from your hands and bends down to kiss you. “So fucking cute.”

***

“Shit.”, Robin curses under her breath as Dylan beats her again for the thousandth time at his video game. “I’m not good at this! I have no hand/eye coordination.”

“All I hear are excuses.”, your son laughs.

“Whatever. I’m going to hang out with the baby who doesn’t talk.”, she grins as she playfully pushes him to the side.

“Mommy!”, Aurora shouts, running into your arms as you guys walk through the door.

“Oh God.”, you brace as she jumps and you lift her into the air. “What’s going on, my love? Did you have fun with Robin?”

“Uh huh. Aunt Robin said a bad word.”

“Tattletale.”

“Why are you cursing in front of my kids?”, Steve teases as he plops himself down next to her on the sofa.

“Why are your kids so mean? Especially that one.” She points towards Dylan who sticks his tongue out at her before focusing back on his game. “At least this one was nice to me. Weren’t you, James?”

He giggles and claps his hands at her smile. From Steve so far, James definitely inherited his big, beautiful grin and scrunched his tiny nose when he laughed which you absolutely adored. His hair was too short right now to see if he had the same smooth locks as his father but at the moment he seemed to be heading in that direction.

“Can you say Robin? Roooobiiiiiiiiin.” Just like Ro had done when she was a baby, his only response was to headbutt her making her grunt jokingly as she passed the boy to her friend. “Alright that’s my queue to leave. See you buttheads later!”

After she left, you made dinner and then spent the rest of the evening relaxing with your family. Dylan sat in the corner with his headphones on as he strummed his guitar Eddie had given him from his own collection. You and Steve sat on the couch with your legs thrown over his while Eddie laid on the floor with James and Aurora as The Princess Bride played on TV.

“James…James…James, daddy’s hair isn’t like yours, dude. Ow.”, the metalhead whines as he tries to remain calm while the baby pulls at his hair.

“James! No.”, Ro giggles. “You don’t pull hair. It not nice.”

“Yeah, tell him, sweetheart.”

“Mommy?” She calls your name and you answer with lighthearted hm. “When…when will I meet my…my true love?”

“Never. We’re going to lock you in a tower like Rapunzel.”

Steve tries to hide his laughter at Eddie’s joke as you make a face at his answer. “No, baby. I won’t let daddy do that.”

“You’ll have to catch me first, woman.”

You stick out your tongue as he chuckles. “I don’t know, Ro, when you’ll meet them but when you do I promise you’ll know.”

“How did you know?”

Both men’s eyes shimmer with delight and anticipation as they wait for your answer.

“I just knew.”, you grin.

“Oh, baby, come on. I know there’s more to it then that.”, Steve beams as you bite your bottom lip.

“Was it love at first sight?”

“Yes.”, both boys responded in unison making you blush. Aurora looks at you with wide expectant eyes as she waits for your answer.

“Yes, but mommy was hardheaded and had to make it complicated.”

“Comp-limated?”

“Complicated. Um, harder.”, Eddie explained.

“Oh…why?”

“Because… I had Dylan and he was my main concern at the time. I wanted him to be happy.”

Her face furrows in confusion as she fully turns away from the tv. “I don’t get it.”

“What don’t you get, babe?”, Steve asks as he motions for her to come sit on his lap.

“You…are Dylan’s dada…” Her tiny fingers point to his chest. “But, but, but mommy had him…before she met…met you and daddy?”

Eddie smiled when you heavily exhaled.

“Oh, I was hoping we could skip the awkward questions stage.”, you mumble as you smirk. “Ed, you want to take this one?”

“Not really.”, he giggles.

“Hey, Ro.”, Dylan calls her name and she shifts in her dad’s lap to face him. “You remember when you asked why dad calls grandpa Wayne instead of dad and we told you it was because grandpa took dad in when he was older than you?” She adamantly nods her head. “Kind of the same thing.”

“Ooooooooh…ok!”, Aurora exclaims as she shrugs her shoulders and shuffles back down to the floor to continue watching the movie.

“Are you a child spy or something? How do you do that?”, Eddie sarcastically asks as all three adults smile in his direction.

“You people make it too complicated.”, he chuckles. “Just answer honestly.”

You toss a pillow in his direction that he blocks with his hand and tosses back.

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“What are you smiling about over there?”, Steve asks as he comes into the bedroom and closes the door.

“Dylan. I’m just always amazed at how smart he is, you know? I’m proud of him.”

“Yeah, he’s a good kid. Always has been.”

“I hope I didn’t make you guys feel bad with my answer to Aurora’s question. I WAS being honest. He was my main priority but I didn’t even think you’d be attracted to me. Two sexy single guys across the way from a single mom in the middle of a divorce…”

While you were talking, Eddie had come out of the bathroom and sat beside you on the bed.

“I didn’t even really think about it until you came over that first time Charlie bailed on him.” You wrapped your arms around him as you leaned your chin on his shoulder. “You both made him happy. You made ME happy.”

The metalhead turned to kiss your forehead before wrapping his arms around you and lifting you on to his lap as he leaned back.

“Ok, I’m done being sappy.”

Steve laughs as he lays down beside the other man and takes your hand in his as he fiddles with your fingers.

“I like when you get sappy.”, he grins. “That being said, did you two think about who the guineapig was going to be?”

“Why can’t it be both? Unless you think you can’t handle it, baby.” The way Eddie said that was in no way meant to be mocking. Since you got shy about it in the store and even now, they wanted to make sure you were comfortable.

“God why does this make me nervous!?”, you giggle as you cover your face.

“Because you’re adorable.”, he smiled as he pulled your hands back down to his chest. “How about we go slow and we’ll talk with you the whole way through.”

“I like when you two talk to me especially since Stevie became a teacher. Sometimes you shift into that authoritative tone when your talking dirty and it’s hot.”

“I seriously didn’t even notice.”

“We did.”, Eddie chuckles as he grips your waist and flips you on to your back. “Why don’t you go get the thing while I get this beautiful girl ready?”

Steve playfully rolls his eyes as he gets up to look for the box you hid after coming home from the shop. The metalhead gently kisses you lips as his lifts off your shirt and runs his tongue down your body.

“Just so fucking gorgeous. Isn’t she, Harrington?”

“Always.”, he winks.

As he slides off your pants with your panties, you squirm as he continues to kiss along your skin on the inside of your thigh, down your calf, and to your feet.

When his mouth wraps around your clit, your nerves melt away as stars cloud your vision. Eddie was always a master between your legs. You assumed it was because since he used his mouth 24/7 to talk to almost anyone and everyone that would listen, he could make it work for him during foreplay. He was also incredibly patient, slowing down and using every moment to taste every part of your sex, driving you wild.

“Yes, Eddie, please.”

His palms came to up to press down your thighs, holding your legs open wide as he shoved his face deeper into you making you moan. Your fingers threaded through his hair as his tongue flicked in and out of your entrance occasionally shaking his head to allow his nose to brush against your nub.

“Fuck, baby. Don…don’t stop. M’gonna cum.”

Your legs trembled in his grasp as the coil in your tummy snapped and you whimper his name, tugging at his wavy mane.

“So fucking good.”, he murmured before glancing at the other boy. “Ready?”

“Yeah. Come here, honey.” Shakily, you slid of the bed and placed yourself between Steve’s legs at the edge. “Ok, step in here.” You cling to his shoulders as he guides your movements until the strap on is secure to your hips. “Good job, baby. Now this end goes inside of you. Let me know when you’re ready.”

“I’m ready.”

They both carefully watched your face as his hands held the base of the silicone material and eased it into your core. Your eyes fluttered closed as you moaned.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah. You’re going—mmm—to laugh at me but it’s smaller than you two so it doesn’t physically hurt but—fuck—just the excitement of trying this…I feel like I’m going to cum again.”

They do laugh but not at you. They’d lying if they didn’t say they were ready to bust at any moment. Seeing you get nervous and giddy in the store made them hard mostly because they didn’t think they could have that effect on you anymore. Now that you were getting ready to use it and seeing your reaction had them struggling to keep any kind of control as their cocks pushed unbearably so against their pants.

“Well, we have to get this cock ready since this side isn’t exactly smaller than we are.”

Spinning you around, he places you in his spot at the edge of the bed, removes his clothes, and sinks to his knees in front of you. Gripping the base, Steve spits on the tip of it making you groan at the action.

“How are you doing, princess?”, Eddie asks when the man wraps his lips around the toy and begins bobbing his head.

“I-I can feel it. He’s making it move ev-every time he goes lower.”

The metalhead smirks as he brushes your hair back from your shoulder. “Deeper the better, right, babe? Go a little faster, Stevie.”

The man does what he suggests causing the dildo in your cunt to steadily move back and forth making you whine in pleasure.

“Fuck, Steve. Please…” Your fingers push through his hair as you pull it firmly making him mewl. Abruptly, you clenched your hand, holding him still as you thrust your hips forward making him gag and drool all over you.

“Fuck me. That’s fucking hot. Don’t stop, Y/N. Keep-Keep fucking his face.”, Eddie moaned loudly as he pushed off his pants and rapidly began stroking his cock. “I need to cum, baby, I can’t wait.”

“St-Steve? Are you still ok?”, you asked and were met with a rush of his lips as he forcefully came up to passionately kiss you.

“I’m so fucking fine, honey. Do that again. Make yourself cum.”

Placing your other hand in his hair, you clung to him as you thrust upwards, using him to chase your high. His own fingers dug into the meat of your hips guiding you till your vision was blinded and you came hard. Eddie whimpered next to you as you turned your head to see him release his seed on to his thighs.

“Steve, baby. You, uh, you’ll have to go first. I need to recharge.”, the metalhead chuckles as he pats the bed beside him.

Steve climbs up your body, kissing your sweaty frame along the way. “How do you want me?”

He smirks as your face becomes bright red and he leans down to softly kiss your lips. “Tell me, beautiful girl. How do you want to fuck me?”

“I want to see your face. I want to watch your face…” Nodding, he kisses you again before flipping over onto his back. “Eddie, can you help me?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” He gently moves you around till you’re in-between the other boy’s legs who in response opens and lifts them up for you, holding them up at the knee. With his palm on your lower back, he pushes you forward and as you take hold of the base of the toy, pressing it towards his entrance. “There you go, baby. You may feel a bit of resistance but that’s because pretty boy here is tight as fuck. Whenever you’re ready.”

Your eyes meet Steve’s silently asking for permission and when he nods again, you slowly begin to inch forward.

“Oh fuuuuck…”, he moans as his head falls back against the mattress. “Ke-keep going, babe. It feels really fucking good.”

Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as you watch him squirm and fall apart underneath you. This is because of you and it’s making you clench tightly around the toy inside of you.

“Yes, baby, you look so fucking sexy right now. You don’t—mmm—you don’t even know. Please…please, Y/N. Take me, baby, I’m yours.”

Your head hangs as you begin thrusting into him until fingers find your chin and tilt your eyes towards the man under you.

“You said you wanted to watch him, sweetheart. He’s so handsome when he comes apart like this isn’t he?” Eddie leans over Steve’s cock and a line of spit falls on the tip before he reaches down to stroke him, matching your pace.

“Oh fuck you, Munson.”, he groans as he cranes his neck back.

The metalhead grins as he leans in close and continues to whisper things in your ear.

“You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking sexy taking him like this with your beautiful tummy glistening as you pump in him. Jesus, your entire body is gorgeous, just like his. Look at what you’re doing to him. You should try rolling your hips and press deeper into him.”

His hand guided you down to Steve’s chest who promptly encases you in his arms as you did what Eddie suggested.

“Yes, baby. Faster, please. I’m gonna cum. Cum with me.”

Your sides began to burn as you did what he requested but you didn’t care. As your forehead fell on his, his pants warmed your face and you quickly covered his mouth as he moaned loudly. You both came at the same time, your body shuttering against his as you felt his spend hit your stomach. Leaning back, you continued to stroke him, elongating his orgasm as much as you could.

“Ok, ok, please…please.” Steve reached for your hand as he begged you to stop.

When you gradually pulled out, you collapsed against Eddie’s chest who in turn fell back against the pillows as he played with your hair and murmured praises.

“You did amazing, princess. Look at him. He’s in heaven right now because of you. Are you ok? Do you need some water or anything? Actually, I don’t know why I’m asking.” He reaches for the glass near the bed and places the rim near your lips. “Drink this, baby.”

You do as he says relishing the cool liquid as it slides down your throat.

“I want to make you feel good to.”

“We can do again another time—”

“Please, Eddie.”

He chuckles as he kisses your forehead. “Ok, come here, my love.”

Turning you around he places your back against the headboard with pillows behind you so you’d be more comfortable. Steve sluggishly moved out of the way as you extended your legs, lying beside you both as he continued to watch with hooded eyes.

“Alright, sweetheart, you did so well but I’m going to take more of the control here, ok?”

“I’m ok with that.”, you grin as he straddles his legs on either side of you.

Reaching behind him, he took hold of the toy and slowly began descending onto it.

“Fuck me.”

“D-Do you need lube or anything?”

Eddie aggressively shook his head, his hair blocking his face as he continued what he was doing till you felt his body against yours. Keeping most of the weight on his knees he began bouncing on top of you and a strangled moan left both your lips. Your fingers extended up to trail down his chest to his stomach as you took in the sight of him. Is this how they felt when you were riding them?

“F-fuck, Eddie. You look so—mmm—so good.”

Steve’s own fingers reached out trail the sweat down your throat to your tits as he played with your nipples, pinching them between his thumb and index making you whimper. You don’t know if it was seeing him like this or having the other boy touch you the way he was but your second wind suddenly came and took over.

Grabbing Eddie’s waist, you pushed him off of you and to the side onto his tummy, climbing on top of him, and motioning for him to spread his legs.

He moaned at your confidence, doing what you asked, and grunting as you slid into his ass. Leaning forward, you thrust your hips as his arm flew back to press his fingers into your thighs trying to guide you.

“I want you to feel…what he felt…” You kissed along his shoulders, moving some of his hair away from his face. “Tell me what—mmm—what you need, baby. Please.”

“H-harder.”, was all he could get out, his jaw going slack when you pounded your hips into his.

Pushing up on to your palms, you watched as Steve slid his hand into the boy’s hair behind his head and brought his lips to his. Their tongues mingled together as you fell against his back, rolling your hips as he groaned.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”, Eddie whined against the other man’s lips as he came, rutting his hips between you and the mattress. As he pushed back against you, it was enough to send you over the edge again as you pressed your face into his back and came as well.

After pulling out of him, you tumbled on to your back as you both tried to catch your breath. Your hand blindly slid between your legs as you maneuvered the toy out of your now aching, overstimulated hole. When you finally opened your eyes to glance their way, you found them drunkenly smiling at you with half lidded eyes; Eddie still on his stomach with Steve resting his cheek between the other man’s shoulder blades.

“I may need to start doing some crunches or something because my abs are sore.” Their grins grow as you giggle. “Did I do okay?”

The metalhead’s arm shot out to tug you closer to them, resting it across you as his palm pets your sweaty head.

“Better than.”, he murmured as Steve nodded in agreement.

Silently, they roll out of bed and pick you up, bringing you to the bathroom to get clean. As the tub filled up, Eddie sat on the edge and helped you step out of the harnesses of the strap on. Once everything was ready, the three of you piled in as you cocooned yourself against Steve’s chest.

“How did it feel for you?”, he asked as his palms roamed along your arms.

“I liked it a lot. More so watching what it did to you two. Did you like it because of the toy or because of me?”

“Both.”, Eddie answers. “You became more confident with it. It was sexy.”

“I wouldn’t say confident.”, you laugh. “I just wanted to make you feel good. I—”

“It felt good seeing us cum and knowing it was because of you.”, Steve finished for you. “We know the feeling.”

“I love you both…so much.”

“We love you to, sweetheart.”

The baby monitor in the bedroom pulls everyone from their blissful haze as James’s loudly comes through.

“I got him.” Steve rises as he grips your arm and helps you out as Eddie follows.

While he changes the sheets, you quickly pull on some underwear and one of the metalhead’s shirts before hiding the strap-on in the bathroom making a mental note to clean it in the morning.

Right as you emerge back into the bedroom, Steve comes back with a wide-eyed baby who promptly falls into your arms.

“Oof. What’s wrong, baby boy? You miss us?”

Once the bed becomes available, you climb into it and place James on your lap to lean against your knees as Eddie flops down beside you in his sweats.

“Sir, it is after midnight. You should be asleep.” The baby babbles in his direction and reaches for his finger as the metalhead tries to poke his nose. “Nope. Nothing can stop me!”

As soon as the pad of his index fingers connect, James smiles wide in his direction.

After you took the baby, Steve disappeared to heat up the bottle, shaking it as he returned and climbed in beside you. As you lay him between you both, he places the end into his mouth, trying to hold it with his little hands as Steve holds the end.

“I remember a time when this frightened you.”, you smiled. “Obviously, there was no reason to be.”

James’s eyes began to droop as he rubbed his fist against them. You can’t help but giggle when you hear Eddie’s light snores behind you.

“I think we’re all exhausted.”, Steve grins as he reaches out to pet your head. “Close your eyes, baby. I’ll sit with him till he’s done.”

As you shift your body further into the bed, Eddie flings his arm around your hip and tugs you closer to his chest as his face nuzzles into your shoulder. Steve’s eyes trace along the three faces of his family as his heart swells with pride. He tried remembering a time in his life when he was happier but the only things that came to mind were from the point when Dylan knocked on their door to now.

When James finally fell asleep, he carried him back to his room and tucked him in. As he climbed back into his own bed, he caressed both your faces before snuggling up in front of you and holding your hand as he closed his eyes.

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adelliet · 9 months

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Joel miller x f!reader

Ur too young for me

Summary: it's your mom's birthday party and her boyfriend Tommy is of course invited, but none of you were expecting he'd bring his brother too, which you had no idea he even have one.

Warnings: 18+, rough but soft, unprotected sex ( p i v ), age gap, drinking alcohol, teasing, sexual allusions, fingering, flirt, dom & sub

A/N: Hi! Sorry I wasn't active these days…trust me I have load of ideas and concepts, but I have no time :/ also sorry for the mistakes, of there are any, english isn't my first language! Enjoy, sedning love <3

You stood in the corner of the kitchen, far away from all those 40-50 year old people, who were talking so loudly that if you wanted to, you could hear every detail of their conversation. But you didn't care about that, you didn't care about any of that, and the only reason you're here is your mom. She does enough for you, so you want to at least pay her back and attend this boring senior party where absolutely nothing happens. The only good thing here is alcohol.

Since there are enough people here that mom won't see you drinking Gin or Vodka through them, you take the opportunity to get drunk to the point of unconsciousness so you don't have to spend any more time here. However, when you wanted to pour another glass of Vodka into the red plastic cup, you felt a woman's grip on your forearm. Before you could turn around to see who it was, you were led to the front door.

Of course, it didn't take you long to realize that your mom was dragging you to the door. "So, straighten up and be nice" your mom ordered as she smoothed the dress over her stomach and reached for the handle. You just rolled your eyes and looked at the door in disgust until Tommy appeared in it. A really forced smile appeared on your face by the second and you tried not to be mean like your mom told you to.

Tommy is a nice guy, you gotta admit, but you don't even know why you "don't like" him. Like it was some kind of natural instinct because none of the guys mom found after dad died were smart or nice. They all acted like whores and wanted only one thing from mom. Maybe your hatred is also from trust issues, but you haven't had much time to think about it now. Your mission to get drunk must succeed, so you did everything to make it happen. “Hi Tommy” you greeted him and wanted to offer your hand for a shake but he forcefully ignored her and pulled you to his chest as he wrapped you in a hug. At first you thought how gross it would be, but it felt pretty good. When he finally let you go, he hugged your mom too and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. Your mom was as red as a tomato and her happy smile just couldn't be shaken off. You were glad that she was happy after such a long time.

"I hope you don't mind that I brought my brother too" this sentence that came out of Tommy's mouth caught us both by surprise. We stared wide eyed at Tommy until we heard footsteps coming down the hall towards our door. "You have a brother?" Mom asked in shock and Tommy nodded. Then he said something to her, but I stopped noticing everything that was happening around me as soon as I saw a muscular, mature and slightly older man standing in the doorway. He was tall, with a light gray beard and hair so silky you fought the urge to run your fingers through it. Wearing a green plaid shirt with a gray belt around the waist and slightly flared jeans. You wouldn't say that such a sexy and attractive man is Tommy's brother. Now the fun begins.

All of a sudden, everyone fell quiet and there was an awkward grave silence as everyone but one stared at the man standing in the doorway with a serious face that exuded genuine respect. Seeing this man on the street, you wouldn't want to mess with him. The silence became too long and deep, so our birthday girl decided to break it. "You must be Joel, is that right?" mom asked sweetly, suffocating me a bit to get a better view of him. I couldn't believe it. Tommy was literally standing next to her and she was even redder than before paying attention to this man. On the other hand, you should not be surprised. You don't see such a handsome man very often.

“That's right" Joel spoke and his voice was even more beautiful than you imagined. A deep husky voice, to hear it so grainy in the morning, oh my god. He accepted your mother's offering hand for a shake, giving you a better view of his soaked and muscular whips. He must work out at least 3 times a day.

You couldn't take your eyes off him. You looked at every detail of him, his sharp beard, the beautiful brown eyes that looked so sweet, but they were formed strictly. On his muscles and you imagined how his body must look under all those clothes. It must certainly look like it was created by god himself. When your mom finally pulled away and finished chatting with Joel, she made room and now you could see the handsome guy face to face. You started to get nervous. What's going on?

You were never nervous with any boy before, whether you liked him or not. This is weird. Everything is strange and especially your feelings that you can't describe right now. "And you are?" a manly deep voice interrupted your thoughts and you regained your composure a bit. You made eye contact with him and that was your bottom. You could feel your knees buckle and your legs shake. The heat was boiling inside you and your heart was beating at least 4 times faster, as if you were charged with some energy. "Y/N" stuttered a little but you finally answered, and accepted his massive hand that he was offering you. His grip was strong, he surrounded your entire palm with his, fingers thin and long enough, god you had to move away from him or you wouldn't be able to hold on and it would end badly. "Nice to meet you" he added but no smile appeared on his face. You didn't know how it was possible, but the fact that he wasn't smiling at all added 100+ points to his attractiveness.

“Nice to meet you too” you squealed so quietly, that you couldn't even hear yourself, but Joel heard you very well because you could see his corners lifting slightly up, when you spoke. "Well…how about we all introduce ourselves hm?" Tommy jumped into your eye contact and broke it. You, Joel, you mom including the other people, were looking at Tommy, but you knew very well that everyone was interested in Joel. You were jealous a little, but at least you could do anything and everyone's attention was on the massive man, not on you.

You decided to take advantage of this and carefully sneaked into the kitchen with maximum stealth, where you picked up two bottles, each a different type of alcohol, and locked yourself in the room, as you sneak there the same way you sneak into the kitchen. Everything went so smoothly you couldn't believe it. Everyone was really only looking at Joel, both women and men, including your mom. She looked at him suspiciously peacefully, but at the end of the day you decided not to deal with it and to fulfill the mission you ordered from the beginning of the party. Get drunk.

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After a few minutes and a few sips of Vodka, the bottle was already half empty and you felt a slight dizziness, but still nothing terrible. You stared at the wall and all you could think about was Joel. You tricked your thinking into drunkenness, even though you knew full well that thinking about Joel Vodka really wasn't to blame.

As you were about to take another sip from the bottle, you suddenly heard dangerous footsteps approaching your room. You immediately took the bottle out of your mouth, even doused yourself a little and hid it and the other one under the bed while you cleaned yourself up and checked your breath for the smell of alcohol. Suddenly the door opened aggressively and to your surprise Joel was standing there. He looked quite stressed and as soon as he entered your room without permission he slammed the door behind him and leaned against it. He rubbed his face with his large palm and exhaled until he saw you sitting on the edge of the bed. He was so startled that he jumped slightly on the spot and had to grab his heart. "Oh my God" he breathed out and you tried as hard as you could to fight the urge to immediately imagine his light outpouring in some deviant scene in your head.

“Sorry, didn't know you're here” Joel apologize but entered in the room anyways so, it's too late to apologize. “It's okay” you assured him, but you didn't ask the crucial question that was running through your head. Why is he even here? Shouldn't he enjoy partying with people of his own age and equal? Shouldn't he be enjoying the fame and being the center of attention? Probably not his cup of coffee. He looked pretty tired and beat up, like he'd just been hit in the head with 40 footballs.

He laid down on your bed without any warning or question, automatically covering his closed eyes with his hand. You bounced a little on the bed when he jumped there. You watched him and looked at him like a he was some treasure. “Those people are wild” he complained and when he finally spoke in a normal tone, your body calmed down a bit. You laughed at his good point and pulled the bottles from behind the bed. You wanted to drink one of the bottles but the familiar voice stopped you. "Aren't you too young to drink this?" you slowly turned over your shoulder only to see Joel, even hotter and more attractive than five seconds ago. One hand was tucked behind his head, the other rested on his chest, and his beautiful brown eyes were only fixed on you. "You're not my dad" you snapped at him and drank anyway. You have no idea where you got the courage. It sure does the drinking.

"Fine, but I won't hold your hair when you gonna throw up in the toilet" he got comfortable and finally closed his eyes after he said that. His words took you a bit by surprise and left your head spinning, but you ignored it anyway. "What are you doing?" you asked him curiously and slightly offended as your pupils widened. "Taking quick nap" again, that deep husky voice that made you cross your legs and ignore the throbbing down there. "And who let you lie here?" you asked him in a sussy voice, but immediately ducked your tail as Joel mopped the floor with you. "Who let you drink alcohol?" Shit, he's good. You decided not to answer and drink again.

You looked at him. You watched his nostrils expand every time he breathed air out, you watched his chest rise slowly and calmly, it was so calming to watch him that you got tired too. Your bed isn't very big so there wasn't much room left for you with Joel taking up most of the space, but she decided to rub herself in and lay next to him. He turn to side so now he wasn't laying on his back, but on his side. His face was right in front of your back, but you decided to not really care, or at least, try to not care.

But you couldn't lay down without touching Joel at all, and right now you were touching a really sensitive spot. You could feel your ass in that tight red dress touching Joel's pelvis. A normal person would have moved forward a bit or just ignored it, but the alcohol in your brain was starting to take over and so were your wild thoughts, so you decided to do something that could get you into trouble. You lay with your back to Joel, unable to see his face just imagining it. You slowly started moving your hips from side to side, provoking Joel. You waited for his reaction but nothing so far, just his sleep breathing purring into your neck, but no reaction at all. So, you didn't stop and keep going, maybe add a little more power.

Suddenly you heard an annoyed deep exhalation and at that exact moment you felt Joel's hand on your tiny neck. He had her propped up under your head, so you were practically lying on his arm. You gasped a bit from the surprise, because you weren't ready and expecting this to happen at all. You though that he may be telling you to fuck off or something, but definitely not this. His huge palm was covered all over your neck, his grip strength was small, but he would only need to add a little more strength and you would be suffocated in no time. You played a dangerous game but you loved it. "What do you think you're doing?" he barked at me quietly, his half-sleeping voice were sending chills down your spine and a flame of fire to your feminine parts. You felt your nipples harden and goosebumps appeared all over your body. "Getting myself comfortable" you said innocently, trying not to let your plan be known, to make Joel hard by teasing him with ur ass. You were so horny in your life right now, you never been like this before.

“Do that again and you'll regret it" he hissed making it clear that he was pretty pissed off but what did you take from that? That a dangerous game was starting to turn and you decided to provoke Joel even more and put yourself in more danger. Of course you were frozen when he said this and you waited a moment until you heard that cute purr on your neck again and his grip softened. You then started slowly moving your ass again, but this time, in a different direction. You weren't afraid to challenge him at all and moved your hips back and forth, hitting Joel's lap hard. You could feel the slowly growing bulge in his jeans, but it didn't last long as Joel huffed aggressively and woke up again, now even angrier than before.

Not only did he tighten his grip around your neck, but his other hand literally pressed down on your hip with si much preassure. He was holding your body so hard you thought he was going to break your bones. Your breathing quickened but it wasn't that you were afraid. The reason for your rapid heartbeat, pulsing and breathing was all too clear, you were so turned on. You could feel the wettness in your panties, dripping off to your inner thight and landing on the mattress. And it get so much worse.

"Didn't you hear me the first time you little brat?" he growled into your ear and squeezed your hip even more, making you curl your toes and stretch them out. So much pressure, so much tension, so much horniness and lust that you screamed ‘I want to have sex’ without even turning your face to Joel. You ignored his question, which may have been a mistake. "This is wrong you realize that?" he was asking you questions in anger and frustration, but you felt as if you were speechless and unable to verbally respond to them in any way, but that didn't matter because Joel could clearly read what was on your mind from your body movement.

"We're going to be in trouble…" he breathed out, his voice a little calm but grainy and so deep it was as if the bear himself was speaking to you. You felt his hand on your hip as it slowly traveled lower on your lower abdomen but it didn't stop there for long as it then traveled to your thigh where Joel then left his palm print as he squeezed it hard. That imprint will be there for a long time. You squealed softly, full of temptation and your body as hot as concrete in the summer. Joel felt very good about you and knew what to do. He always knows what to do.

"Tell me, has anyone touched you like this before?" another question, which was already much more pleasant when Joel was rubbing your thigh, his palm moving up and down and slightly returning the provocation when he sometimes went lower, where your thighs met and where you needed his hand the most . But he never stayed there very long, which frustrated you even more than being at your mom's party with old people. “Answer my question”

His grip on both your neck and your thigh twitched and gained strength as you remained silent and tried to enjoy this. You shook your head in disapproval but it wasn't enough for Joel. "Words" the grip even tighter and you felt that you were starting to feel your neck slightly. "No" you finally answered, all shaky but as soon as you said it, Joel's grip on your neck took away that strength, but on your thigh it was the oppostite and be just added more. "Good girl...where did the courage to speak go, huh?" this was a sarcastic question and you both understood that you weren't supposed to answer it.

After a bit of teasing, Joel decided to start doing something more, maybe it's because of his hard dick, which twitches every time you move or make any sound. "Will you be a good girl and be quiet?" he asked as he forced his hand he fell between your legs and caressed your inner thigh, where he sometimes 'accidentally' flicked his finger against your wet panties. He let out a small giggle when he felt how wet you already were, but decided to save his comment until after your answer. "Y-yes" you stuttered, all hot and eager as you moved your hips to feel Joel's fingertips just a little bit where your flame was heating the most. "So wet and we haven't even started..." he sighed as he finally touched his fingers to your panties and began to slowly and gently rub.

You let out a cute quiet sight, but you try really hard not to be loud, as Joel told you. "Good girl...you wanna feel my fingers inside you, don't ya?" what the fuck is happening. Are you fell asleep and this is a dream or are you that drunk that you are imagining things...or is this really happening? Is the most hot and attractive man in this house and in your whole life rubbing you through your panties and saying dirty stuff in your ear? What kind of porn-story is that!?

“Please~” you moaned, head turning so you could scream into the pillow and not be hearen, but Joel didn't fucking let you. He likes how you you begged and pleaded but he wasn't going to let you trick him into not controlling your squeals and whimpers, so he lifted his shoulder that you were laying on and rolled your head back to the original position it was in before. “No cheating, or you won't get what you're asking for” god his voice only added to your wetness and body temperature, you were as hot as a falling meteorite. This was the worst torture what could you have experienced but you deserved it. You shouldn't have provoked Joel with your ass and none of this would happened, but do you regret it? Absolutely not. This is so much better than be drunk, which you practically were.

“Do you want it?” He asked you as his body get closer to yours, that you could feel his muscular chest hiding in the clothes and his popping bulge wanting really hard to get out of there. His hot breath was know on your back of your neck, and you couldn't move. You were locked in Joel's touch and there was nothing to do than listen to him and do what he told you to do, so you could finally get what you fucking need. “Yes” you answered, this time full of confidence which Joel likes but not as much as he heard you begging.

“Beg for it” he said as he put much preassure on his two fingers rubbing against your wet panties that were probably soaking inside. Your clitoris was plumbing as much as your hole, fuck this man. "Please" you moan once again, trying really hard to give him his ego and the dominance he lost for a moment but regained immediately. You could feel his annoying grin ear to ear as he heard you. “See how easy it is” he stopped rubbing your vagina over the soft material which made you freeze a bit and you let us out with what you had at least for a little while and now you lost it but you didn't wait too long as Joel took off your panties in one jerking motion until they came down to your ankles and you shook them to the ground. "Let me feel how wet you really are" and before he finished this sentence, you could feel his bare fingers, rubbing your labia back and forth. Finally. The exhalation from the feeling that you have finally passed to the next stage kicked you so much that you forgot your promise and let out a slight loud sight. Joel immediately covered your mouth with the hand that was originally on your neck. "Shhh...we have a deal honey, don't break it" your eyes rolled back as he started to looking for your clit by his one finger and find it immidietly, then started doing small circles around there, making you go crazy and scream into his hand so fucking loud.

“God…you have no idea what're you doing to me” he whimpered into your ear and you could tell from his voice and shaking that he was in such tension and he couldn't last very long without interacting with him and his needs. You wanted to help him, but he wouldn't let you. You couldn't even turn or look at him, just trying to lie in a still position and not make a sound, which was quite hard task for you, especially when Joel added strength to your clit and started rubbing it hard and fast. You automatically pressed your thighs together, squeezing Joel's hand as well. You felt so close, but there was still something missing, which Joel filled in after a short time.

He stopped teasing your clit, but instead stuck two fingers straight into you. As soon as you let out a loud controlled sigh and your eyes squeezed tightly, Joel started curling his fingers inside you, slowly but with passion. His fingers were big, string and long, so when he goes deeper, he hits your g-spot really fast. You started shaking, eyes with tears when you couldn't move and could only scream Joel's name into his own hand, that were still covering your mouth. "You're close, aren't you?" he teased you a bit, but you nodded your head roughly and moved your legs when you really felt the climax coming. Joel makes it even worse, when he uses his thumb rubbing your clit too. It was totally over for you.

The tension were so close and you were tense and hard, but suddenly Joel pulled his fingers out of you. You opened your eyes in confusion and furrowed your brows as you angrily turned to face Joel and were on your back on the bed. Although you were upset that he didn't finish you off, the sight of him licking his fingers and muttering happily while doing so made you forget about it right away. "Did you think it would be that easy?" he asked provocatively and before you could react Joel was on top of you. One hand resting on the bed as a helper to keep him from falling, the other hand on your hot red face, softly rubbing it with his thumb. You liked this angle better.

Joel didn't leave you in the pleasure for long though, breaking your eye contact with him as he forced his lips to yours. You felt his hard erect cock, pushing in his pants and rubbing against your inner thighs, very close to your core. The passionate and ardent kiss turned into an intense kiss that clearly indicated that it would go to the next level soon. Joel's hand on your face very quickly moved to your neck where it stayed long enough until Joel couldn't take it and used it to pull off his pants freeing his partner. All this time, you were glued to each other not only with your bodies, but also with your lips. Your saliva was mixing and you were trying to inhale as much oxygen as you could because you couldn't tear yourself away from Joel.

The atmosphere was starting to thicken and your bodies were starting to heat up, forcing you to roughly unbutton Joel's shirt, finally exposing his godlike body. Joel didn't let himself be talked down to and decided to cooperate as he slid his arm under you and lifted you up a bit pulling you closer, your lips still on his. Joel was unzipping your dress while you were unbuttoning his shirt and when all the buttons were done, you tore the fabric off of Joel like a wild animal, and immediately broke the kiss to look at the miracle, you wanted to see since the moment you met Joel for the first time, a few hours ago.

Those toned muscles, those muscular abs, and that unshaven hairy chest that clearly indicated what an alpha male Joel was. It looked even better than you imagined. You couldn't hold it for much longer, knowing that every second you were getting closer to what you so desperately needed, so without any warning, you stuck your tongue in Joel's mouth again and gently ran your hands over his massive body. You swear you felt an egotistical smirk from Joel, but chose to ignore it.

You weren't the only one who wanted to see the other naked. Joel was so curious about you, so excited and mostly so horny that he literally ripped your red dress off you. You immediately pulled away from his lips and shot a ‘are you serious?’ look. "Are you fucking kidding me?! They were expensive!" you raised your voice after him, but Joel could care less right now. He was so amazed by your body, that he ignored the fact that you literally yelled at him. If you weren't almost naked, you would be in so much trouble. "You look much better without them" he said in his husky-bear voice again.

There was only one thing standing in his way now, apart from your angry face, and that was your black bra, which Joel passionately lunged for and in one graceful movement, with no effort in, unhooked your bra and gently threw it to the floor. It was a strange feeling to see Joel not knowing where to look first. He loved your body, if he could he would have hearts instead of pupils. He didn't know where to look first. He wanted so badly to squish your body and leave huge purple and painful hickeys everywhere, but he decided to save that for another time. He couldn't resist, and after a few minutes of just watching and admiring your naked body, he had to go, and he wasn't afraid to take a challenge.

He cup one of your tits, he slowly squeezed, and your natural reaction was to throw your head back and sink your teeth so deep into your bottom lip that you could feel the blood coming out after a while. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen" you melted at his words. You felt his cock twitch almost every two seconds, and all the blood from his body was just there. He was so close you could feel his head and a little wetness on it as the pre-cum started to form. He was just as horny as you, he wanted it just as much as you, but the only difference was, that he was so fucking patient.

In a snap, his mouth was on your neck, sucking and leaving red fresh marks on your sensitive neck. You weren't thinking about anything but Joel's tongue, hand placement and his definitely huge dick, you want to feel inside you so badly. Just make things worse, he started to teasing you. His head of his cock was really slowly started brushibg against your labia, and you thought you gonna cum already. He is fucking asshole.

He wanted it as much as you did, to push his member inside you and fuck you so good, but he loved the feeling of you being helpless and able to plead for Joel, which is exactly what you did. He had you wrapped around his finger, manipulated you didn't even realize what Joel was doing to you. All you focused on was sex. “Please~” you sighed, throwing your head back and pulling Joel's hair slightly, as the feeling of his teeth on your shoulders and the top of his member softly rubbing you, and start teasing your clitoris too. Joel loves your fingers inside his hair, your moans and sights, but he wanted more. His head with his lips went lower on your body, stopped when he met one of your tits, and start slowly sucking and licking your nipple. You never were on this kind of ‘stuf’, like breast playing, but gosh it felt so fucking good! He also included his other hand in the game, which he used to roll your other nipple and his elbow was resting on the bed so he wouldn't lose his balance. On top of all that, as if it wasn't enough, he added power of provoking your pussy and not only started to speed up, but also started getting inside a little bit.

“Fuck~” you moaned, thugging Joel's slightly gray hair more and arched your back, when you started feeling your legs shaking and your underbelly hurting from how hot it was. Joel wasn't stopping with playing not only with your breast but even with your vagina, having you under his control. “Tell me, how much you want it?” he asked you as his hips still moves around you and played with you like with some toy, but you were so desperate and helpless for him, that you would do anything to get what you want. “Badly” you sighed and lick your lips as Joel started giving sweet kisses on your nipple and softened. “How badly?” you wanted to punch him so much. “So badly I~…I'd do anything” he loved seeing you in that state.

When he first saw you in that door, he never could have imagined it would turn out like this but he liked it maybe more than he should have. But Joel wanted to hear you begging, begging for his cock, begging to be fucked by Joel Miller. "Anything huh? What do you offer…" his mischievous grin widened as he stopped whatever he was doing giving you a chance to breathe in oxygen and reply in a notmal tone without sighing or moaning. Of course you took advantage of that and straightened your body so you could look into his eyes. You completely forgot about the question, how fired up you were, and the whole situation as you lost yourself in Joel's eyes. 'All eyes are the same' they say, but he showed you that's not true. You can read so many things in them and stare at them for hours as you melt into Joel's hands massaging your hips. "Hm? Did you hear me?" he woke you up a bit from the day's vigil and you thought about your answer. "Anything you want...I'm all yours" this was exactly the answer Joel needed to hear. Not only did you allow him to do whatever he wanted with you, but you also admit you are only his. Joel is very possessive and your answer gave him even more ego than he already had, which seemed impossible. "What a needy girl...I'll do what you want so badly for the last minutes hun, but you need to beg" this is where the final game starts. Joel started rubbing the tip of his dick against your labia again, making you open your mouth out wide and squeeze really hard your eyes. “I am begging you Joel…please~” this was a lullaby to his ears. "What? Didn't hear, can you said that again?" fuck this man. "I. am. begging. you." you blurted out and when Joel realized you couldn't talk anymore, he decided to take pity on you.

He carefully leaned back and directed his cock to hit. You were starting to find it really weird that he wasn't saying anything and not really doing anything either out of nowhere, so you opened your eyes, but when you looked down, at that exact moment, Joel thrust his cock into you. Even though it was what you wanted so much, it extremely hurt.

You hissed in pain and dug your nails deep into Joel's back leaving gashes. It looked like he had been attacked by a wild beast, which actually wasn't that far from the truth. He did nothing for a while and let you get used to it and wait until you stopped destroying his huge back. "U're okay?" he asked nicely and placed one of his palms on your face when he saw tears coming from your eyes. You nodded roughly through gritted teeth, but Joel didn't believe you. You didn't look like you were 'good' or enjoying yourself like you were a few seconds ago.

“S’okay…we have as much time as we want” Joel's voice was suddenly soft and caring, that you wouldn't believe your ears. After a few seconds, when you didn't feel the pain as much, you nodded to give Joel's permission to continue. He understand your sign immediately and push more into you, he stretched you more and you felt so full. Pain started to surround you again, but Joel's hand on your hip and cheek made it better. Added to that were his lips on yours, sweet small kiss making you feel butterflies again. “God that's a lot” you sighed in laugh as you finally felt better and open your eyes.

But your laughing immediately stopped, when you saw Joel's face, which was not as happy as yours. You frowned at him and cocked your head to the side in confusion. "It's only halfway" he whispered and your eyes widened by at least 7 inches. HALF?! IS HE FUCKING KIDDING?! You already felt full and the thought of him having to push that much length into you one more time intoxicated you so much that you closed your eyes again and tried not to think about it.

"'Kay, do it" you said quickly and your whole body was in such tension. "Are you sure? We don't have to rush this-" "I am." you snapped at Joel and your brow furrowed and your teeth clenched as you felt him continue. It really hurt a lot, you couldn't imagine such pain even in your worst dreams, but when Joel was all the way in, you knew it would only get better. He waited again for a while as he kissed you passionately, trying to distract you, which was half working.

His kisses and the way he squeezed and touched your body sent chills down your spine and juice into your already big fire down there. After a bit of kissing and groping, Joel began moving his hips very gently, in a circular motion. This movement sent pain to the back of your head and you couldn't help but let out sighs of happiness. The pain gradually fades to pure pleasure, and as your moans began to sound more intense, with more force and volume, Joel began to change direction and speed.

“Fuck…you have no idea what you're doing to me” Joel gasped as his orgasm started feeling closer, so does yours. Pain wasn't there anymore, only pleasure instead. Very soon you started to feel on your edge, cuz Joel didn't search for long and found your g-spot very quickly, then he just hit it every time, whenever he thrust into you.

His thrusting started being more aggressive, more intense, that the whole bed started shaking too. Joel needs to cover your mouth again, and this time really put strength on your lips, because you no longer had control over the sounds you made or over your body. You twitched in tension whenever you felt the strange sensation of going to the bathroom.

You couldn't hold it for long, and you could tell by Joel's expression and the way he wasn't continuing at the same pace, stuttering and sighing much more often, that he was damn close too. A few more thrusts and you already arch your back, but Joel did it again, he stopped.

It frustrated not only you but also him, but he knew very well what he was doing. As if your fury could not be greater. First he didn't give you that first orgasm, then he ruin your clothes and now he doesn't want to give you another orgasm? What is wrong with this man?! "Joel-" before you could even ask him anything, Joel grabbed you closer to him and roll that he was laying on his back while you were sitting on his lap, this time he was under you. You were still inside him, not moving a muscle. You looked at him confused, but not for a long time when he said: "I wanna see you ride me" and that made your pussy pulse again.

Right after he said that a devilish grin appeared on your face from ear to ear, and you started moving forward slowly. Joel was sighing the same way you were, he was looking at your belly, then your breast and then deep into your eyes, repeatedly. You only looked at his face in the hope that he will tell you instructions, because you never 'ride a man' before. Joel corrected you with his hands on your hips, gently pushing you back and forth as you let him lead you.

After a moment, when your vagina and yourself calmed down, you threw your head back and opened your mouth wide. "Joel~" that was only thing you could say, correctly, moaned. This position makes your orgasm come even faster to you, and you just hoped you wouldn't be so loud, since Joel can't really reach your mouth and can't shut you down.

"Yeah, good girl...just like that" he said as he started making you go up and down on his cock, practically jumping on him. At first it was slow, you couldn't even hear the smacking of your ass against his thighs, but after a while when the atmosphere kicked into high gear and in your liquid started to accumulate in the vagina, your slaps whenever you land back on Joel's legs started being louder and louder. After a few seconds, Joel didn't even have to continue guiding you because even though you didn't know what to do, your body definitely knew. Joel was admiring your body, your breasts moving up and down to the rhythm, your moaning and literally screaming his name, it was beautiful. "Joel I-" "I know baby, I know~" Joel groaned as an angry wolf and his grip was thick and strong, just as your pussy. You both felt the climax coming, it started being so intense that Joel is definitely going to have red marks of your ass on his thighs. The bed started to creak so much that you thought it was going to break but now you weren't focusing on that at all. All you focused on was your orgasm, which was so close, and you finally reached it when Joel pushed you a little and started rubbing your clit. You came first but Joel didn't let that stop you from riding. The post-orgasm feeling was amazing, but you started feeling overstimulated. Of course you wanted Joel to reach his orgasm too, but your vagina was just as tired as you. It didn't take long and luckily Joel did and respectfully and honestly, his face and the sound that came out of him when he squirted into you was something like euphoria for you. The overstimulation thing fades out really fast, as you saw Joel, breathing heavily as you and when you realize, YOU make a man come. It was amazing and you had so many mixed feelings right now, that you don't even know how you feel. The only thing you know for sure is that you are fucking exhausted, that's why you passed out right next to Joel, breathing heavily as he did.

It was akward silence, except your and Joel's loud breathing, trying so hard to catch breath and not pass out by low oxygen in body, and the people talking loudly in the other room, where the party is still going. you were quite surprised that the celebration wasn't over yet. Even though the sex with Joel seemed endless, it only lasted a few minutes, that's how good the fuck was. You tried to ignore your surroundings and focus on only two things, breathing and thinking about what the hell happened. It's wrong, this whole situation is wrong, this shouldn't have happened, but these negative thoughts immediately passed you when you felt Joel's large, muscular arm under your neck. He then pulled you closer to his warm manly body. Even though you were both covered under the covers, you could still feel the nakedness and sweat from the other. You couldn't find the words. Even as your breathing calmed down and so did Joel's, you didn't know what to say. You wanted to thank him so badly because the way he made you feel and relieved you was unforgettable.

“Thank you…” you chirped softly but loud enough for Joel to hear you. As soon as you said it with a shaky voice, Joel scoffed and made you tilt your head, so you were looking into his eyes. "Are you kidding me? Are you thanking me right now?" he asked eagerly, and it was clear that Joel thought you were being sarcastic, but when you remained silent and formed your lips into a thin line, Joel rolled his eyes and sighed in disappointment. "Boys haven't been nice to you in the past, have they?" he asked, softness in his voice as he rubbed slowly and comfortably your back by his big palm. You sigh as a clear answer. "Oh baby...don't worry, you have me now and I'll show you how a man should treat a girl like you" the way that he said that made you blush and you needed to burn your face into his chest , making him giggle a bit. "But promise me one thing" still rubbing your back and sometimes stopped at your hair, slightly played with them. You look up at him again and give him a shy little 'hm?'. "Do not tell anybody about this...especially not your family members" it was like all your power and confidence just woke up, as you imagine ur mom finding out about this.

“Are you kidding me? Do you think that my mom would jump with happiness that I slept with…basically my uncle? Oh my god saying that out loud makes me want to puke…” The typical ‘dad laugh’ came out from him and he agreed. Your mom would literally tear you and Joel appart on pieces, then cook the bodies and serve it on parties like this…like some Jeffrey Dahmer in female version.

Well, I think she needed to hear us because there is absolutely NO WAY that she came to my room without knocking, that's what she always do, and of course, cough us. The timing was too damn perfect so I couldn't bealive that. I think mom is some kind of wizard and she is just plying with time, when she is alone.

She stare at us, in shock, behind her was Tommy, who stare as same as my mom. I and Joel stare in shock too, we had no idea what to do or what to say…

Well, we're FUCKED-

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🕶️ Pool Party Prompt for - @oneforthemunny Summer writing game

🛑 Smut warning-Mature 18+ minors DNI🛑

TW- Unprotected P in V (Always wrap before ya tap)

Fun in the Sun

" Ok Shitheads what is rule # 3?"

You sit back on your lounge chair and watch the grilling begin, smirk on your face.

Steve Harrington was one of your best friends, infact so were the band of nerdy 17 year old outcasts that were at this moment being quizzed by Steve 'The Hair' Harrington himself. You were all a little Dysfunctional Family. Lucas Sinclair,Mike Wheeler , Dustin Henderson and Max Mayfield were all the mouthy teenagers, Steve was absolutely the Mom of the group, Nancy Wheeler ,Mikes sister and also Steve's girlfriend was the intelligent Role model of the group, Robin Buckley was the fun but a little neurotic friend and Steve's Platonic soulmate for life and then there was Eddie Munson, your boyfriend and dad of the group although he liked to say he was more like the cool uncle. You were like the older sister that everyone loved and went to for advice because they thought you were cool and fun and less judgmental than Nancy. From the outside looking in you were all an unlikely group of friends ,but quirks and all it seemed to work for all of you.

" Guys! Oh and Max, what was rule # 3?" Steve paced infront of the line of teenagers arms crossed in front of his chest.

" Harrington house party rule # 3, Hands off Party Punch, that is for you guys only. We each get one beer and one beer only." Lucas smiled as Steve nodded his head.

" Your such a kiss ass. " Dustin Henderson huffs as he looks over at his friend.

" You are just mad because I said it and got it right."

" Of course you did dingus, the rule is only two sentences long, if you couldn't remember that-"

" Ok dorks, that's enough. What is rule #2?"

" Absolutely no puking in the vicinity of the pool or the house under any circumstances ."

" Correct Mike, you need to hurl you head straight to the woods. I will not clean up after someone else, especially not puke. Puking within this space will get you banned from any future events being held here at Casa de Harrington."

Steve stopped in front of Dustin and pointed." What is the final and most important Harrington House party rule Henderson?"

" What happens at Harringtons, stays At Harrington's."

" Great!" Steve clapped his hands. "Now that the rules have been reviewed you are all free to party. Remember , one beer a piece- I'm not going to lecture you on the importance of making sure you don't drink and drive because none of you doofuses have a car sooo go ahead, have yourselves a grand old time! Oh and Sinclair, Mayfield I've got my eyes on you, no sneaking away for any hanky panky, got it?"

" Ok Mom." Lucas snarked then took Max's hand and they ran and jumped in the pool together. Mike followed close behind and Dustin chose to do a cannonball directly in front of where you and Eddie were lounging beside the pool causing a huge splash, soaking the two of you and causing a stream of expletives to come flying out of Eddie's mouth.

" Jesus Christ! Goddamn it Henderson! You Little Shithead!" Eddie shakes his head like a wet dog and you laugh.

Steve throws his hands out in front of him." See that is why you guys aren't invited the cool kids parties, only our private 'Family' parties.Your just a bunch of hooligans."

" Are you kidding me? We are the cool kids." Dustin smiles.

You look over at Eddie and smiled. The boy, now sopping wet was a vision. Laying back on his lounger , hands behind his head ,wearing dark sunglasses, light freckles from the sun scattered across the bridge of his nose, beads of water rolling down his tatted chest... he looked absolutely delicious.

" Aww baby, did you get splashed ?" You get up from your chair and stand in front of him, leaning over to lightly dab at his chest, teasing him. You see a slow smile spread across his face and even with his sunglasses on you know he is getting an eyeful of your cleavage. " This is a pool party, you were bound to get a little wet." You smile.

Eddie lifts his sunglasses, his eyes lazily roaming over your body and replies."I bet I can get you wet Princess."

" I bet you can Munson."

He pulls you down onto his lap and kisses you.

" Steve! Will you please tell them to stop being gross? They are scarring me for life !" Mike shouts from the pool.

" Yeah you need to make a Harringtons house party rule #4- no kissing in front of the kids . They aren't setting a very good example. " Lucas complained. "Didn't you say 'No Hanky Panky' ?"

" I think we are setting a great example. This right here, an example of relationship goals." You say as you lean forward and kiss Eddies forehead.

" You tell em Sweetheart."

" Yeah yeah, you guys are perfect, just rub it in." Robin chimed in waking up from her little snooze." Not all of us can be so lucky."

" Yeah, not all of us can be so lucky." Nancy commented, smirking .

Steve turned to face her. " What the hell Nance? We are perfect too-"

" Relax Stevie, it was a joke."

" I'll show you a joke!" Steve ran over and scooped Nancy up in his arms and she giggled and thrashed around. When he got to the edge of the pool he launched her in and she screamed as she flew through the air and hit the water.

The teens all laughed their asses off as Nancy resurfaced and climbed out of the pool.

" Babe, this is a pool party." Steve commented as she walked back to her lounge chair.

" And I am sitting by the pool."

" Well what about when we play Chicken?"

" Robin will be your partner, won't ya Rob?"

Robin shrugged." Yeah, I'll play if you want Stevie."

" What do ya say Munson? You guys want to play a round of chicken?"

" What do you think Princess? Want to take them on?" Eddie smiled.

" Absolutely, although Robin might be tougher to take down than Nance ."

" I have total and complete faith in you Doll." He pat your leg. " Come on, let's show the kids how it's done."

You get up off his lap and he stands behind you picking you up in his arms and running full tilt towards the pool. You both hit the cool water at the same time then pop back up.

" It's a party now, Eddies in the pool!" Dustin smiled. Eddie went over and dunked him and they both laughed.

" That was for soaking me earlier you little Shit." Eddie smiled.

Steve gracefully dove into the pool and surfaced close to the group. " Why is it a party when Eddie jumps in but not me?" He asked looking a little offended.

" Because you are all rules Steve, no running, no diving, no having fun-" Mike started.

" I never said you couldn't have fun!"

" Steve, you are way more overprotective than my Mom." Dustin commented.

" Fine, Dickheads, from now on I won't give a shit what you do."

" Awww we love you Steve!" The group of teenagers swam over and gave him an obnoxious group hug. The rest of us watched and laughed.

" Alright bozo's get off me. I love you too. Now who is ready to watch this epic chicken battle?"

The kids all screamed and splashed and Robin jumped into the pool. Steve ducked down so that she could climb up on his shoulders.

" Alright Baby, climb aboard!" Eddie ducked down so just his head was above the water.

" I feel like I'm totally going to drown you-"

" Your not going to drown me, climb up-"

" I'm too heavy. Seriously, your going to die with my fat ass up there."

" Respectfully, Sweetheart, I love your fat ass."

You smile." I know you do Eds."

" I fucking worship your body because your so goddamn hot."

" I know baby-"

" Get on my shoulders Doll."

You sigh and climb up. When you are secure he lifts you out of the water like nothing.

" Oh, and by the way, if I died with my head between your thighs, I would die a happy man."

You laugh." Your such a dork."

" Are you guys done chit chatting? Are you chickening out on us?"

The boys clucked and pretended to flap their arms like wings. They really are Little Shits.

" Anxious to lose Harrington?" Eddie snarked.

" Can we get a countdown?"

We lined up in front of each other and you and Robin were giggling as you tried to give each other your most intimidating looks.

"3, 2,1! Let the Battle Begin!"

Steve and Eddie circled around while you and Robin tried to push each other off. You came up with a plan, it was playing a little dirty and possibly getting you guys disqualified but honestly, you wanted a few minutes to sneak away with Eddie anyway.

" Hold up guys, I feel like my top is getting loose, I've got to tighten it back up-"

Everyone's eyes traveled to my bikini top, Robin relaxed and while they were all distracted I leaned forward and gave her shoulders a push.

" Son of a-" Steve and Robin went crashing down into the water. The teens cheered.

" That was sneaky Princess, I loved it!"

Eddie lowered himself back down so you could dismount.

" That may have cost us the win, " You go up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, and whisper." But maybe that isn't such a bad thing? Maybe we could sneak away to the pool house while everyone is distracted..."

" God I fucking love you."

" Ditto."

Steve pointed at us." You totally fucking cheated, I mean I would expect that from Munson but not you."

Robin smiled." This is the part where he tells you that he's not mad, he's just disappointed." She laughed." I thought it was brilliant."

" No this is the part where I tell them they are disqualified!"

Dustin and Max boo'd and Mike and Lucas cheered.

" That's bullshit, we should win simply because we played with strategy. We initiated calculated moves Harrington."

" Face the facts, Eddie, you cheated. Time to move on." Steve shrugged. "Who is next? Lucas and Max? Then Dustin and Mike take on the winners?"

" Max is going to kill me!" Robin smirked.

" You've got this Buckley, I'm rooting for you!" You pat her on the shoulder then start heading for the stairs."I believe in you!"

" Hey what about me?" Max asked from up on Lucas's shoulders.

You walk closer to them ." You don't need luck, your a total Badass."

Max smiled." Thanks."

You exited the pool then went to sit on your lounge chair. You watched as Eddie grabbed a towel , proceeded to dry himself off then casually entered the pool house unnoticed.

You smiled to yourself, waited until the next round of chicken was underway then snuck off towards the pool house.

" Make sure you lock the door." Nancy said quietly as you walked by, smirk on her face." You wouldn't want to scar them for life if they get out to use the bathroom. Mike walked in on me giving Steve a BJ once and I will never hear the end of it from him. He said I 'ruined his childhood '. Don't worry though,your secret is safe with me."

" Thanks Nance." You slinked away and slid inside closing the door.

Immediately there were arms around your waist and warm kisses on your neck.

" I was starting to worry. Thought you would chicken out." Eddie whispers then nibbles on your lobe.

" I would be offended if I wasn't so turned on right now." You pull away. "Nancy knows what's up, our secret is safe with her. Oh!" You reach over and lock the door. " Just in case."

" Smart, we wouldn't want any of the little pervs walking in and seeing your boobs. They'd go catatonic. " Eddie smiled widely. " Now I, on the other hand," he reached behind you and untied the top of your bikini , watching the small pieces of fabric fall . His dark eye's widened. " I was going to say I can handle it but goddamn, your tits have me in a trance."

You quietly giggle." Are you just going to stand there and stare at them all day?"

" I could, but I won't." He leaned down and flicked your nipple with his tongue, then he runs his hands up your sides then gently cups your breasts in his hands. He gives them a squeeze, then leans down again to lick and suck on them.

" Jesus Christ Eddie."

He slides a hand down along your stomach, then dips it into your bikini bottoms , running his finger down your slit.

" See baby, I told you I would get you wet. " He smirked and slowly circled your clit with his finger, it was setting your body on fire.

You had to bite your lip to hold in a moan. You reached for the waistband of his trunks and pulled them down. His dick was so hard for you. You wrapped your hand around it and started stroking. You heard his breath hitch. "Eddie please-"

" Someone's awfully needy-" he pants.

You cut him off with a kiss, your mouth invading his, your tongue slipping into his mouth. He pulled down your bottoms and you stepped out of them.

" Lay down on that couch sweetheart, so I can fuck you into it. Sound good?"

You quickly lay on the couch and Eddie climbs on top of you.

" Your so fucking beautiful." He smiles down at you and it gives you butterflies.

You reach up and tuck a piece of hair behind his ear. " I love you Munson, but you have been teasing me all fucking afternoon and I think it's time to get down to business."You smirk.

He smirks back." Uh you have been teasing me! But what Princess wants, Princess gets." He pumps at his cock a few times then slides the head up and down your wet slit, purposely bumping into your clit before sliding into your entrance. You quietly gasp. You loved the way that he filled you, stretched you. It felt so fucking incredible. He slowly pushed into you inch by inch until he was completely buried.

" Fuck, your so fucking tight, taking me all in." He withdrew then slammed back into you.

" Feels so good Ed's, keep going, I need more."

He started thrusting into you at a relentless pace, hips snapping, you brought your hips up to meet his and felt him go deeper. You knew that neither one of you were going to last long at this pace, you just needed the release, but it didn't matter because it felt amazing.

Eddie leaned down to your ear, his breath tickling your neck and giving you goosebumps."That sweet little pussy is taking me so well Princess. Taking a fucking pounding, that's my fucking girl."

" I-I'm your girl, Mmmm, I can take everything you give me."

Eddie suddenly changed pace, he slowly rolled his hips , you could feel his cock slowly dragging against your walls as he pulled out then he pushed back in. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him in closer. Now every time he thrusted he was hitting that soft spot inside you that made you want to cry out.

" Right there baby, don't stop." Trying to keep your voice low.

" You gonna cum Sweetheart?"

" So close Eddie, oh god, harder baby." You moaned into his ear.

He started pounding into you again and you felt a wave of ecstasy wash over you. You threw you head back and you could feel your back arching as your body shuttered beneath him.

" That's it doll . Feels so fucking good," you could feel his hips stutter and you look up to see his jaw clenched , lips tight to keep from crying out. He had reached his climax. His breathing was ragged as his sweaty body collapsed on top of you. You held him, brushing the hair from his neck and lightly placing a kiss.

" I could stay right here all day long." Eddie pushed himself up and kissed your breast, then smiled down at you with a shit eating grin.

You smiled up at him." How can you look so sweet and adorable and have such a dirty mouth?"

" You think I'm adorable?"

You roll your eyes. " Those eyes, those dimples, that smile? Then you open your mouth and tell me I know how to take a fucking pounding. Your so romantic."

" Thought you liked the dirty talk?"

" I love it. You could teach a course in dirty talk. "

" I do have a talent for it, don't I?"

" Your like a naughty Poet. I think that my favorite was the time you said ' You must be an Angel, because your pussy is fucking heaven.' "

" Awww, you remember my work!"

" Your un-fucking-forgettable."

Eddie slowly got up and got to his feet then carefully helped you up. He gave you a slow sweet kiss ." I'm going to hit the bathroom then sneak out. You'll probably want to wait a few minutes while I distract them. I'm just going to cannonball in then start dunking those little shitheads like cookies in milk."

You laughed." So essentially your going to be drowning our friends so that I can sneak out?"

" Sounds mean when you say it like that, but don't worry they love it. The things we do for love." He picked up his trunks off the floor then headed to the small bathroom attached to the 'living area'.

You found you bikini bottom on the floor and you slid them on then re-tied your top.

Eddie walked out and gave you a kiss goodbye. " Listen for a lot of commotion then make a break for it."

" You got it Ed's. Good luck out there."

" Thanks Sweetheart." He smiled then quietly ducked out the door.

You went into the bathroom, tidied yourself up then peeked out the front window curtain.

" Watch out Fuckers , here I come!" Eddie ran then cannonballed , landing right in front of the kids.

They cheered. You chose that opportunity to sneak out. You opened the door and peeked in both directions, then casually started back to your lounge chair when you heard a throat clear behind you.

Shit, it was Harrington.

" Where have you been? Your looking a little flush."

" Steve, it's 85 degrees out , of course my face is going to be red-"

" You look all hot and bothered to me."

" Not anymore."

" Awww, don't tell me you and Munster hooked up in my pool house!"

" Ok then, I won't tell you."

" It's totally tainted now! I thought I said no hanky panky!"

" You told Max and Lucas no hanky panky, you didn't say anything to us."

" It should be an unspoken rule, like don't have sex in my room-"

You bashfully look away.

" No fucking way! Your joking, your just fucking with me right?"

" We were drunk, maybe a little high, the mood hit us and no other rooms were available-"

" Is nothing sacred? Jesus!! You do realize that your boyfriend drives a van, that's basically a room on wheels."

" I told you, we were high, we weren't thinking clearly."

" Eddie could have been completely clear headed and still fucked you in there just to be nasty. "

" Are you implying that I am nasty?"

" That's not what I am saying." Steve sighed.” Now I am going to have to burn my mattress, it might have Munson jizz on it-"

" We didn't have sex on your bed, what do you think we are, animals? We had sex in your chair."

" That makes me feel so much better."

You walk over to a picnic table and grab a cup filled with party punch, then flopped down in a lounge chair.

" Listen up guys! I've got to make an announcement! I am adding a 4th rule to Harrington's house party rules."

There was a round of collective groans.

" Not that you nerds need to worry about this but,Harrington house party rule number #4, no sex in the pool house."

" Do blow jobs count STEVE?" Mike hollered out and you laughed.

“ Jesus Christ Mike it was one time!”

You laughed." Oh shit! Busted!"

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

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c-m-stuff · 1 year

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Complete Opposites

Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

-Description: You and Spencer are married. You two have a beautiful son. When your niece unexpectedly visited you, everyone could see you were complete opposites.

-Warnings: Fluffiness, angst, mention of smut, having a child

-Word count: 2221

-Note: (Repost from Wattpad, requests are welcome!) I actually had really fun writing this one. But, I need to make a few things clear. First of all, I write here about readers niece, just know, that I totally made that up. I love my niece, she isn't like this character at all. Second of all, this one shot, and most of the text, was based on a TV show. That was a really big inspiration, but I changed it sometimes, lightly. TV show: Friends - 9x8

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Y/N POV:

I was facing the mirror, looking at my beautiful black dress. It was one of David's famous dinner parties. Of course, we are going. We only have one problem. We couldn't find someone to stay with our new born baby. He was only 2 months old. Spencer and I, couldn't be more happy, his birth a real blessing. But, since no one of our friends can stay with him, and we don't trust a babysitter who is a complete stranger, we decided to take little (Y/S/N) with us.

'Wow.' I turned around to see my wonderful husband staring at me in awe.

'You look gorgeous. Absolutely stunning.' he stated, while making his way towards me.

'You don't look bad yourself, love.'

He came closer to me, pressing his lips into my neck. Sucking and licking on the sensitive skin. The possibility, that he left some marks, were pretty big.

'Honey, even though, I love this very much, not now. We need to go to David's.' I laughed, as he separated the contact, before we both got too carried away.

'Alright, fine. But, you're going to make this up to me when we're back.' he teased, staring deeply into my eyes.

'I won't argue with you.' I smiled, before giving each other a passionate kiss.

What ended the loving kiss, was the sudden sound of the doorbell ringing. We gave each other a confused look, knowing we agreed with the others that we would drive.

We both walked towards the front door, as I opened it. There she stood, my niece, I didn't saw in ages. She gave me a soft smile, letting herself in.

'Well hey, Amy. I haven't seen you in, like, a year.' I spoke, while giving her a quick hug.

'I know. I know. I've just been crazed.'

'Well, me too. I had a baby.'

'I decorated dad's office.' she stated, proud.

'Yeah? Well, unless you pushed a desk out of your vagina, not the same thing.' I said, sarcastically.

I mean, I love my niece. I really do, we're just complete opposites. She was popular, always busy with her looks, and just not that mature. I wasn't popular, I care more about the inside, and I'm just more mature than her. But, I'm happy she's here. Now, I can spend some lost time with her.

'I'm so excited! I'm going to have dinner at my boyfriend's house.' she walked herself further in, until she saw the crib of our beautiful son.

'Oh my god, is that (Y/S/N)?' she asked, as a smile grew on Spencer and my face.

'Yeah.'

'It's a boy?' the moment was almost perfect, until she asked this question. I was biting on my lip, while giving her a nod.

'So, Amy, do you remember Spencer?' I asked, as she now fully gave a look at him.

'Yes, of course!' suddenly, her phone began to rang.

'Oh, I need to take this one.' she said, before walking into a room.

Only about a minute later, she came back, visibly upset.

'Amy, what happened?'

'My boyfriend cancelled on me.' she answered, a deep sigh leaving her lips.

'I mean, I finally find a real relationship. Someone who I don't feel lonely with, and then his wife comes back into town!' she continued, making me roll my eyes behind her back. Like I said, complete opposites.

'God, I was so looking forward to this. It was going to be a beautiful evening.' she complained once more, as she started crying, lightly.

'Amy, don't cry.' I told her, before I turned around to meet Spencer's gaze.

'Can I talk with you in private?' he agreed, making our way towards the bedroom.

'Look, I was thinking, if it's okay with David... I would like to invite Amy.' he looked at me understanding, before placing a kiss on my cheek.

'Okay, I will call David.' he reassured me, and I wrapped him into a hug.

'Thank you.'

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So said, so done.

A few moments later, we arrived at David's mansion. I pressed the doorbell, and soon enough, the Italian let us all in.

'Hey guys, this is my niece, Amy. Amy, this is Derek, Aaron, David, JJ, Penelope, and Emily.' I introduced them, as everyone greeted back.

Eventually, I ended up with the girls, happily talking.

'So, your niece sounds nice.' Emily spoke out, while I nodded my head.

'Yeah, she is. She's just a lot to take, sometimes.' I admitted.

'But, anyways, how's Henry?' I asked JJ, wanting to change the subject.

'He's good! He just made new friends. Whenever he comes back home, he always tells us what he did that day. What for games they played at school.'

'Ohh, that is the cutest!' I answered, the girls all agreeing with me.

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After a little while, we decided to sit by the boys, on the comfortable couch. I sat next to Spencer, as Amy took place next to us.

'Hey, where's the baby?'

'We just put him down for a nap.' my husband answered, as Amy got excited.

'Listen, I was just thinking. You know what would be incredible?' we gave her a curious look.

'If you guys died!'

'Thank you, Amy.' I spoke, sarcastically, knowing she didn't meant it in that way.

'No, no, then I would get the baby.'

'It would be just like in a movie. At first, I wouldn't know what to do with him. And, then, I would rise to the occasion. Then, I'd get a makeover and get married.' she finished, smiling bright.

'Listen, not that you guys could stop me or anything. Because, you know, you'd be dead. But, I was thinking about changing his name. I'm just not really a big fan of (Y/S/N).' we all were flabbergasted, definitely not expecting this conversation to happen. I was struggling to tell her the truth.

'Honey, I don't know how to tell you this. But, if were something to happen to Spencer and myself, you wouldn't get the baby.' I told her, making her look in shock.

'Well, who would?'

'We haven't officially asked them yet, but we would want Jennifer and William.' Spencer continued, making JJ smile big. Will couldn't come this evening, but I'm sure he would react the same way.

'I can't believe you'd want us to raise (Y/S/N).' JJ spoke, genuine happy.

'I don't believe this. Hold on a second. You guys die, and I don't get your baby?'

'Amy, see, we're a lot closer to JJ and Will. We see them almost everyday, and truthfully, you don't seem connected to the baby.' I admitted, making her more angry.

'Connected? To what? He's a lump!'

'Dinner's ready!' I was grateful, David called us. I was getting more pissed off, but tried my best to ignore it.

At the table, the tension could be cut by a knife. Everyone ate, while Amy was visibly mad. There wasn't much chatting around the table, everyone feeling the heavy tension.

After dinner, we took place again on the couch, a little more talking now. Suddenly, Amy came sitting next to me, huffing annoyed.

'In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not talking to you.'

'What are you doing now then?' I said, sarcastically, before she rolled her eyes.

'You know, this is just classic (Y/N).' I laughed a bit.

'Right. Remember in high school, when I died, and didn't give you the baby?'

'This might be my one change to have a child, (Y/N).' Amy spoke, firmly.

'I mean, you know that I have been so busy focusing on my career.'

'What career?'

'I'm a decorator.' she said, as if it was the most obvious answer.

'You decorate your dad's office and now your a decorator?'

'Why can't you ever be supportive?'

'You want to talk about supportive? You didn't come and visit me when I was in the hospital having the baby.' I could tell, I was getting more angry. In the meanwhile, everyone remained quiet.

'You didn't come see me in the hospital when I was getting my lips done!' I huffed, the difference too big.

'I did the first time!' I yelled back, and got up from the couch. I walked a little further, before turning around.

'You know what? You want to know why I'm not giving you (Y/S/N)?' I began, as she got up as well.

'I'm not giving you (Y/S/N), because you can't handle the responsibility of a child.' I confessed, making her huf once more.

'Well, how hard could it be? You do it.' I felt the anger burning on my skin, as I bite on my lip, in attempt to stay calm.

'You wanna know why you don't want me to have the baby? Because you don't want me to be happy. You have always been jealous of me.'

'Jealous of what? Of your lack of responsibility? Your immaturity?' I argued back, letting her roll her eyes.

'You just think you're so perfect. With your new baby, and your small house. Well, let me tell you something. Your baby isn't even that cute.'

I was staring at her with shock and madness. Now, she went too far. Insulting me, okay, but don't involve my family in this.

'Too far, Amy. Too far.' I was relieved, Spencer stood up for us. I could see, he was clearly angry, we all were.

'You take that back.' I pointed at her, but she didn't care.

'No.'

'Take it back!'

'No. What are you gonna do? Make me?' she challenged me, waiting for my next move.

'Hey, I chase criminals for the living. You think, I can't handle you?'

'Bring it on!' right after she said that, she gave me a push.

'Did you just push me?'

'Yeah, I think I did.'

'All right, that's it.'

I minored her actions, giving her also a push. We began hit hands against hands, fighting like children. Than, I managed to get my hands in her hair, shaking it up, making it frizzy. When I was done, she immediately went to her hair, going multiple times over it, making it straight again. She then tried to push me again, but I hold her off by placing my hand on her head, making it harder to reach me.

Suddenly, I felt with my free hand an object, tossing it accidentally of its place. We immediately stopped fighting, looking now finally what we did. I accidentally tossed an empty wine glass from the table on the floor, the glass scattered everywhere.

'Alright, that's it! You cannot behave this way! If you can't act your age, you shouldn't be here at all.' David spoke, as the guilt washed over me.

'I'm sorry.' Amy apologized, while playing with her fingers.

'I'm so sorry, Dave!' I apologized, hating what had happened. His eyes got softer, nodding it was okay.

'Look, Amy, we got a little out-of-control over there. And, I'm sorry.'

'I'm sorry too.'

'You're my niece, and if it really means that much to you-' she cut me off.

'So, you're gonna give me the baby?'

'No, I was planning on coming to the hospital by your next beauty operation.' she smiled widely, pulling me into a hug.

'You are not gonna regret this.'

We separated, as I made my way towards the others. Spencer wrapped me instantly into a tight embrace, placing a gentle kiss on my head.

'Are you okay?'

'Yes, I'm fine.' I reassured him, planting a kiss on his cheek. We pulled apart, and I turned around to face the Italian.

'Dave, I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean to. I'll pay you back.'

'Don't worry about it. It's okay.' he gave me a soft smile, as I returned it, whispering a "thank you".

'(Y/N), Spence, did you guys really meant it about (Y/S/N)?' JJ asked, a bit insecure.

'Of course, we meant it. JJ, you and Will, are great parents. In that case, we would be more than happy. I mean, if you two want it, of course.'

'Yeah, of course! Thank you, we really appreciate it.' she both gave us a hug, letting us see her gratefulness.

'Well, I'm very thankful, but I pray that doesn't happen. We don't want to lose you guys.' we gave her a smile, nodding in agreement.

This evening may wasn't exactly what I thought it would be, but eventually it turned out alright. And, the evening only got hotter, as soon as my husband and I, (and our son) were back home.

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A Twisted High

Pairing: Bang Chan X OC Alexa/Alex

Summary: Alexa's favorite thing is Ice skating and hanging out with friend's. Chris's favorite thing is Hockey and working for the family business. What happens when these two get paired up for a school project and become each others new favorite thing.

Genre: Mafia Au, Hockey Au,

Warning and Tags: Drug use, violence, eventually smut, fluff, angst

Word Count: 1,756

Chapter One

Alexa’s POV

"Alexa. Hurry up or both of us are going to be late," I hear my dad yell from downstairs. Frantically I look at the time on my phone and scream. Oh shit we really are going to be late. I jump out of bed and get my clothes on. I find a random pair of pants and t-shirt and start scanning the room from left to right looking for my backpack, finally spotting what I was looking for under my clothes on the floor. I grab it and run down the stairs, grabbing a piece of toast from my dad and smiling as I ruffle his hair.

"Sorry, I couldn't find my backpack. Now we're waiting on you. Let's go old man," I say, giving him a teasing smile and making him raise his eyebrow, heading to the car.

Mornings are the only part of our days were we see each other, with him being a firefighter and all. So it's nice. Always my favorite way to start a day. I could easily drive myself, but then we wouldn't have this time together. Though, sometimes I would enjoy a morning to myself.

"Do you have practice? Need to know where I'm picking you up tonight. I'll be off early," he asks, starting the car and backing out of the driveway. I look at him confused. Grabbing my extra brush I hid in the car, I start to brush my hair.

"Yes, I do. So I guess that means to pick me up at the Ring. But why are you picking me up?" Usually I just walk or get a ride with Jayde, because dad is usually working. So it's weird that my dad is going to pick me up today. This can't be good.

"So we can go to the station for the job fair, silly," my dad replies, giving me a dorky smile. I give him a fake smile but roll my eyes. I love my dad and appreciate what he does for me and our town, but I just don't want to be in his field of work or anywhere near it… which he just doesn't understand.

"Okay, sounds good. I get done at about 5, is that too late or should I skip practice today?" I say unamused looking out the window. I think about how I will actually have to tell him and break his heart that I wanna go into Event Planning.

"No, that is fine. It's not too late, don't worry. Now have fun at school." Finally we made it to school. I lean over the console and give my dad a kiss on the cheek. Getting out of the car I make my way to the front and wave bye to my dad.

Walking into the school I head to my locker. Placing my books inside, I hear a bang next to me.

"Why does everyone like Tina? They need to get off her ass, she's a bitch," Chantel whines leaning against the locker next to mine. Laughing, I look across the hall at Tina who is twirling her hair and flirting with the football team.

"I don't know, but why do you care? You have your college boy. It's not like your man is over there with her" I say, turning back to my locker and away from Chantel with furrowed eyebrows, visibly disgusted.

"True, but my cousin is." Glancing back over to Tina who now has her hands in Chris's hair. Chris is the one guy every girl wants but no one can have no matter how hard anyone tries. I used to have the biggest crush on him, but I stopped trying a long time ago, unlike most.

"He doesn't look comfortable, poor guy," I say, which was mostly drowned out by the squeaky swing of my locker door as I closed it. Pulling out my phone, I check my messages and read a reminder from my coach about the hockey team that has practice in our rink, and will be there after our practice.

"Yeah, yeah, poor Chris. He's the dumbass that went over to her," Chantel snarled. "Anyway, can I go to the ring with you after school? I need a break from the fam and I can like, draw or do homework or something while you skate," Chantel asks, interlocking her arm with mine as we walk to the bathroom.

"Yeah, sure, but you can't really run away from the fam because your cousin and his friends have practice." I pause to focus on putting on my lipstick. "But we can't hangout after practice."

"Oh, Okay. But why not after?" She looks at me with curious eyes.

"Job fair at the station, so my dad is picking me up. I mean, we can hangout and you can come with us. Oh! That’s actually a great idea," I say with a wink and nudge her, making her giggle, secretly hoping she would want to and come save me.

"So I'm guessing you haven't talked to the old man about the apprenticeship? Or about RDSF? Or, I don't know, your real dreams?!" Chantel says giving a disappointed look, ignoring my question. But how do you tell your parents that you don't want to be like them and that you don't want to help people the way they do?

"How can I? He was so excited and happy about it, but I'll tell him after, don't worry. Who knows, it might even be fun. I could meet my future husband," I laugh finishing up a light layer of eyeshadow on my face. When I finish, I top it off with a wing liner and then some chapstick. Chantel and I head out to go to our classes which sadly, we do not share together. But I do share it with Chris and my other friend Kinsley.

"Well at least you have classes and practice so you don't have to think about it for a while." As we make our way down the hallway passing by some students, most waving at Chantel. Now, I'm not popular, but I do a lot of clubs and interview a lot of students because I’m in the yearbook. So I know everyone, I’m just not close with them, only Chantel and Kinsley. Chantel, though, is friends with everyone. We've been best friends since elementary. It's crazy to think that if we didn't meet then we probably wouldn't be friends now.

"I guess you're right," I nod in agreement. But then I started to worry about the job fair.

"Always remember that." Both of us giggle and are about to part ways to our first period. We see Chris make his way over alone for once, he's usually with his crew of hockey boys or some girl.

"Hey cuz, Alex," he smiles and nods at me with that beautiful smile as he walks into the classroom.

"Enjoy class with my annoying cousin. See you at lunch unless you have it with Kinsley today." Waving goodbye, I walk into class and take my seat. I love science and it’s my best subject so having it in the morning is pretty nice and makes getting up easier sometimes.

"Hello class, we will be discussing an upcoming group project. Before you get all excited, I have already chosen the pairs." Great, I never get someone I know or would like to work with. After Mrs. Ferguson named some students, I then heard my name. I look up waiting to see who I will be paired up with. To my surprise, I hear Chris's name right after mine being called. I look over to him already staring at me giving me a smile and an eyebrow raise. I just shake my head waiting for more instructions from the teacher.

“Okay, there are all your groups. Now, onto the whole project. You and your partner will find and collect 50 flowers each. I want you to write every detail about the flower, the animals around, and how fast it grows. Then you guys will have to present it to me and I’ll press them and put them in a journal.” Mrs Furgeson finishes off the last instructions to the assignment. As I write down the notes for the assignment, I hear a hiss and turn around to see Chris.

“So I guess we got to do this together. Can’t wait. I’ll get your information at the rink tonight.” I just nod my head and go back to writing my notes. But I hear a scoff coming from Tina next to me in front of Chris. I just wink at her and go back to my notes. The project seems to be easy, which is nice.

When the bell rings, I grab my bag and make my way to the door being the first one out. I didn't want to deal with Tina and her jealousy. I then head to my second period class. Before I make my way to Kinsley at our normal meeting spot, I feel a sharp pointed tap on my shoulder. I turn around to be greeted by the fakest smile.

"Alexa, I love your shirt today. It's so cute. Did you do something with your hair?” I hold in a laugh as I can see in Tina’s eyes that she is in pain talking to me right now. I roll my eyes, turning back around knowing that she'd throw a fit that I wasn't bothering to give her any more time out of my day… which I was correct, she did get upset. I felt her pull me back and sadly was facing her again. “Don't turn your back on me when I asked you a question, that's rude.”

I faked a smile, shrugging my shoulders as I looked her dead in the eyes. “And touching me without permission isn't? If I wanted to speak to you more, then I would. Though I don't want to. Why would I waste my time when I have class to get to?” The look on her face told me everything. Tina was pissed that I spoke back, that I wasn't giving in to her fakeness.

Watching Tina turn away and storm off made me snicker as I turned to go meet Kinsley at our spot before class, but now we wouldn't have much time left since the wicked witch of the west wanted to try and be nice and waste the time I did have. All because she was jealous of me, I'm sure.

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thewintersoldierdisaster · 1 year

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a/n: a fun (long) little something! @making-it-big requested wedding night/honeymoon and i’m giving you guys both! also writing smut is hard (lol) sometimes and i lost track of limbs at a certain point, so like, just go with it. i actually went to greece this past summer so some of the trip details are pulled from my own vacation! 🥰 let me know if you guys want a separate post of the pics that sort of correspond with this fic, including one of the hotels!

word count: 9.1k (!!!!!)

tw: smut smut smut with dirty talking drei and our standard google-translated russian disclaimer 😂

summary: a wedding in raleigh followed by a honeymoon in greece, island hopping with andrei

Everything after the priest declared you husband and wife and Andrei dipped you back in a dramatic kiss is a little bit of a blur.

You’re announced as Mr. and Mrs. Svechnikov at the reception and have your first dance to Madonna’s Crazy for You, which is mildly embarrassing but it’s the song that was playing when you kissed for the first time, so it’s kind of your song. Andrei dances with Elena and you dance with your dad, wiping your tears on the tissue you keep wadded up in your fist.

Dinner is served and the table of hockey players clink their knives against their water glasses every twenty minutes so Andrei will kiss you. He obliges happily every time, cradling your face and kissing you sweetly. You grin against his mouth, the cacophony of cheers from your wedding guests the best soundtracks.

After you cut the cake - vanilla with white chocolate raspberry filling and a spray of flowers that match your bouquet falling down the sides of the tiers - the DJ kicks into high gear and everyone is crowding the dance floor. Andrei’s hands are on your waist while you dance, holding you close, your ass against his groin. You laugh, barely caring that there’s so many of your relatives watching. You can barely feel your feet and your face hurts from smiling.

The first reception carries on until one and by then all the older guests and both sets of parents have gone to bed.

You and Andrei thought ahead and rented out the attached and enclosed patio space for another few hours and while the music is playing, you both rush up to the honeymoon suite, giggling and holding hands.

“Did I tell you you look beautiful?” Andrei asks, kissing a trail down the back of your neck while he unzips your dress.

“Yes, but you can say it again,” you laugh, letting the dress fall to the floor and stepping out of it.

Andrei turns you in his arms and kisses you deeply, his hands warm and broad on your skin. You clutch at the front of his shirt, holding on for dear life. “You look beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing you softer.

His hands slide down over your ass, squeezing, and you wriggle in his grip, pressing against his front. “As much as I can’t wait to have wedding night sex,” you grin, twisting your fingers in the untied fabric of his bow tie, “I want to change and get back to our friends!”

Andrei’s hands slip between your thighs and you squirm, his fingers thick and pressing against the seam between your legs. “They won’t miss us,” he murmurs, teasing you, stroking his fingers gently against the fabric of your underwear.

“Oh,” you gasp, knees turning to putty under his touch, “we only get one wedding reception after-party.”

He presses a kiss, chaste considering where his fingers are, to your temple and hums against your skin. “I guess. Just means you’ll be even more ready for me,” his voice is low, husky, and you’re honestly tempted to say fuck the after party and fuck him against the wall.

You shiver and dance away from him, the hot imprints of his fingers still burning your skin. “I’m always ready for you,” you admit shakily, taking your after-party dress off its hanger and slipping into it. The feathers on the miniskirt’s hem tickle at your bare thighs and you do a little twirl to get the skirt flaring out. You fell in love with the dress after seeing it in a little boutique after your bridal shower and thought about wearing it for the rehearsal dinner, but the feathers and thin straps felt more appropriate for the after-party.

Andrei looks over from where he’s hanging up your ceremony dress - you have him trained so well with all this wedding stuff - and his jaw drops. “Solnyshka,” he breathes, “you have to let me take that dress off of you and fuck you. Please.”

“Later, Mr. Svechnikov,” you croon, trailing your fingers over the edge of his jaw. It’s been so many hours since he last shaved, his jaw is lightly stubbled again. Andrei leans into your touch, growling when you giggle and skip to the door. He hurries after you, snagging your hand and lacing your fingers together.

You’re immediately handed a shot when you get back to the party and toss it back, grimacing a little. Andrei accepts a glass from Geno and you’re almost positive it’s full of vodka, but he doesn’t react at all when he takes a drink. The music is loud and you’re immediately dancing, shimmying and jumping to the old-school classics. Andrei, Geno, Brady, and Pyotr jump and shout lyrics at each other, but Andrei’s hands never leave your body. Even when he’s not looking at you, his hand is in yours or touching your back.

Eventually, he loses the bow tie and his shirt gets unbuttoned. Geno has his tie around his head and all the groomsmen are in various states of disheveled. You gravitate to Andrei, looping your arms around his neck and swaying against him, lazily grinding on him. He’s hard behind his tuxedo pants, kissing softly behind your ear. The music doesn’t match the tempo of your dance and all of your friends are jumping and dancing around you. But it’s dark outside the venue and right now, the only thing you’re aware of is Andrei’s fingers tangling in the bun that’s loosening at the nape of your neck and the feeling of his body against yours.

“Party’s winding down, zhena,” Andrei whispers in your ear, warm breath sending a shiver up your spine. And that's a new thing, how he's been calling you wife all night. In Russian or in English, he doesn't care. He's marking you as his.

The loud music and flowing alcohol is telling a different story, but you blink up at Andrei. His hair is mussed, flipped over his forehead, and his face is flushed from dancing and drinking. His lips curl up in a soft smile and you lean up on tiptoes to press your lips to his.

“I don’t think they’ll miss us, muzh,” you murmur against his lips, feeling his smirk when he realizes you called him ‘husband’ in Russian. You'd learned the pronunciation specifically for today. His hands tighten in your hair, angling your head back a little so he can kiss you again, deeper this time.

Your body melts against Andrei’s, warmth rushing through your veins. “Take me to bed, Mr. Svechnikov,” you whisper, giggling. He wraps an arm around your waist and lifts you off your feet. Holding you against his side, Andrei practically runs from the room. You cling to his neck, laughing the entire time.

In the elevator back up to the suite, Andrei pins you against the wall, resting one hand next to your head and sliding the other up and under your skirt. You lean into his touch, kissing him hungrily. His fingers play at the edges of your panties, disappearing beneath the fabric to stroke you gently. The doors slide open before he can really do anything and you’re back in his arms, being carried into the honeymoon suite.

Andrei lays you out on the bed and you kick one foot up. He grabs your ankle with fast reflexes and grins at you. “Yes?”

“I can’t do the buckles from up here,” you pout, batting your eyelashes at him. Andrei laughs, traced his index finger over the arch of your foot and over the top. He taps at the buckle.

“What’s the magic word, zhena?”

“Pozhaluysta, muzh,” you coo, butchering the pronunciation and slurring the words together a little. Even still, Andrei’s grip tightens around your ankle and the front of his pants grow tighter.

He makes quick work of the little buckle, letting your heel fall to the ground. The bow on the toe of the Jimmy Choos is likely to get crumpled, but Andrei kisses your ankle bone and your brain short circuits a bit. He sets your ankle on his shoulder and grabs for your other foot, undoing that buckle equally as quick. Before you know it, both your ankles are draped over Andrei’s shoulders and his hands are roaming up your thighs. You whine his name and he pinches the inside of your thigh gently.

“I want to enjoy this,” he murmurs, hand grasping at the lace of your panties and tugging. You frown at the sound of the fabric ripping, but immediately gasp and arch your back when Andrei buries two fingers in you without warning.

“Drei!” You moan, clenching around his fingers, wiggling at the sensation. Your legs try to snap together, trapping Andrei’s head between your knees.

“Zhena,” he whispers, “moya zhena, I’m going to make you come until the sun comes up.”

You think you make orgasm from his words alone, but then he crooks his fingers and you shout, kicking one heel against his shoulder and twisting the sheet in your fists. He grins, self-satisfied, and leans down to kiss you, the change of angle driving his fingers even deeper. You push at his shirt with your heels, getting it off one arm and leaving it to drape over the mattress, still on the other arm.

“Drei, please, I need,” you babble, sucking in a breath when the pad of his thumb finds your clit and strokes it roughly. “Shit, more, please.”

He adds a third finger and you cry out his name, grinding against his hand, heat coiling and building low in your stomach. His other hand grips at your thigh, massaging the muscle while he encourages you. “Come on, solnyshka, come for your husband, like a good little wife.”

“Andreiiii,” you chant his name, breathless, arching your back and clenching around his fingers. He crooks his fingers and presses down hard on your clit and you’re over the edge, starbursts dancing behind your eyes. He’s talking you through your orgasm, stroking your thigh with one hand, murmuring about what a good girl you are. You gasp and slump back against the mattress, a few feathers drifting around your head from where they’ve basically been fucked off your dress. “Christ,” you mumble, dazed.

Andrei slowly withdraws his fingers, the loss of them making you feel empty. He shakes his shirt off his arm and it flutters to the floor while Andrei sticks his fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean while holding eye contact with you.

You groan, “are you trying to make me come without even touching me?” You wiggle against the sheets, feeling hot and sweaty. Your dress bunches up at your upper thighs and Andrei’s gaze dips down.

“My love,” he grins, kneeling on the bed with one knee so the mattress dips with his weight, “you’ll know when I’m trying to make you come.”

He undoes the buckle of his belt, the clinking of metal on metal when his wedding band slips against the buckle making your gaze trail down. The fly of his tuxedo pants is open and you can see the bulge of his erection against his black boxer-briefs. You sit up a little, angling to lean forward and reach for him, but Andrei shakes his head.

“No, no,” he murmurs, wrapping a hand around your wrist. “What kind of husband would I be,” he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses your palm, “if I didn’t take care of my wife?”

His voice, deep and warm, fills you with desire and you sigh, pressing your thighs together, already a mess for him. “Andrei, don’t tease,” you whine, wiggling your fingers at him. “I just want to feel you. I want you in me.”

Leaning down and forcing you to lie back again, Andrei braces his hand next to your head and kisses you sweetly. “You will,” he promises, smoothing his other hand over your cheek. “I’m going to make love to my wife,” he murmurs, kissing you again. His hand moves around your back and he plays with the zipper of your dress. You get the hint and scoot into a sitting position so he can work the zipper with one hand and slip the dress off your body, leaving you bare except for your strapless bra. Andrei kisses the swell of each breast and flicks at the clasp, discarding the bra to the floor. You kick a little at the dress and it slips to the floor where it’s joined quickly by Andrei’s pants, leaving you staring at his erection straining behind the black cotton.

“Lie back,” he commands and you do, already slightly breathless. He kneels on the bed again, your legs falling open to make room for him to get in between your thighs. “So beautiful,” he mumbles, absently, almost to himself, while he pulls himself out of his boxer-briefs, stroking his already hard length into a steel rod. His cock juts put in front of him and your mouth waters at the sight. You can’t believe that this gorgeous man is yours, forever.

“Andrei,” you pout, hand sliding between your legs to alleviate some of the growing pressure. He doesn’t make a move to stop you and instead his gaze is laser focused on where your fingers are circling your clit. You gasp. “Please, I need more, I need you,” you whisper, hooking an ankle around his thigh and tugging. You can’t move him on your own, so when he shifts forward, you know he’s going to give you what you want.

He lowers his body over yours, nestled in between your legs, his weight braced on one hand. You grin up at him, tracing his bicep with your free hand and pushing at his boxer-briefs with the other. Your fingers brush his cock and he shivers, hips jolting. “Make love to me, Andrei,” you murmur, lifting your head to kiss him, sucking his bottom lip in between your teeth. He groans into your mouth and your guide him to your entrance, the head of his cock bumping against your clit and sending delicious shocks down to your toes.

Still kissing you, Andrei rolls his hips and enters you. You gasp into his mouth and meet his hips with yours. He sets a slow, leisurely pace, thrusting gently and keeping control. Your legs hook around his waist, deepening the angle. His hips roll and you meet him thrust for thrust.

“Drei,” you gasp his name, raking your nails down his back. “More, please.”

He picks up the pace, but just barely, the tension building low in your stomach. Your hands roam his body, slick with sweat, and tangle in his hair.

He kisses you again and it’s cheesy, because you’ve kissed Andrei hundreds, thousands, hundred thousands of times, but this is different. These kisses are so much more. They’re soft and hungry and lazy and so full of love.

Andrei thrusts again, dipping his hand between your bodies because he knows exactly how to get you to come and your thighs are trembling with the building tension. “Come on, little wife,” he murmurs hoarsely, biting gently at the swell of your breast, flicking his tongue over your nipple. “Show me how beautiful you are when you come.”

You cry his name, clenching around him and then you’re both coming, clutching each other’s bodies. Your nails dig into his arms and Andrei’s face is buried in your neck. He’s breathing heavily, filling you and pumping his hips and it’s overwhelming, just how much you love him. You melt into the mattress, boneless, and encourage Andrei through his orgasm, stroking his neck and murmuring softly to him. He exhaled roughly and drops down from shaky arms, half of his body covering yours.

“I think I like married sex,” you huff a laugh, twisting a piece of Andrei’s hair between your fingers. His thigh is wedged in between yours and you resist the urge to rub your still sensitive clit against the hard, corded muscle.

He kisses your shoulder. “Me too,” he chuckles. His fingers trace a lazy pattern over your side, dragging from your hip bone up to the side of your breast and back down. You yawn, the repetitive motion soothing you and dragging your eyelids shut. You have no idea what time it is, but it has to be late, or early. The blackout curtains are drawn, but you wouldn’t be surprised if the sun is starting to come up.

“Don’t go to sleep,” Andrei says, already rolling off of you. “Let me clean you up.”

He gets out of bed and pads naked to the bathroom. You take the opportunity to roll on your side and ogle his firm, round ass. His entire form is lean muscle and strong, solid thighs. You swipe a hand between your legs and press at your clit, unfairly aroused and overstimulated by his body. Andrei’s back with a damp washcloth before you can really do anything about it, but he catches you and smirks, eyes flashing. He holds the cloth up and crooks a finger at you. “Come here,” he says, even as he’s climbing back into bed and dragging your legs over his lap.

Slowly, torturously, he runs the cloth between your legs and you squirm. The rough fabric is too much for your sensitive nerves and Andrei knows it. He moves even slower and only smiles when you grind your hips over his hand. “Going for the hat trick?” He laughs, everything brought back to hockey with him.

You frown. “It’s not fair that you’re so damn attractive,” you’re breathless, working yourself over the cloth and his hand. He just laughs again, the bastard, and helps you along until you’re coming for the third time, sweaty and completely limp in his arms. Andrei gathers you against his chest and you press your hot, sweaty cheek against his heart.

“I have to get up and pee,” you mumble, “but I don’t think I can walk.”

He kisses the top of your head and carries you into the bathroom, letting you do your business and get cleaned up while he goes back to sit on the edge of the bed. He’s yawning when you come back, still naked, but face clean of the stray makeup smudges. Your hair is tangled and still half in its bun, so you’ve left it to be tomorrow’s problem. Andrei opens his arms and you step in between his legs, resting your forearms on his shoulders. He leans forward and rests his forehead in the valley between your breasts, breathing softly. Another yawn works it’s way through your body and you shift, pushing Andrei back on the bed and climbing up with him. “I really need to sleep,” you sigh, your eyelids getting heavy again.

Andrei nods, looking tired himself. You both climb under the covers on your usual sides of the bed - Andrei closer to the door and you closer to the window - and lie down facing each other. You trace Andrei’s features with your index finger, running over his jaw line, forehead, and the line of his nose. His eyes flutter shut at your touch and his hand reaches for you, landing on your hip and pulling you close. You tuck your head under his chin, trailing your fingers over the column of his neck and feeling the stubble that’s there. “I love you, solnyshka,” he says quietly, his chest vibrating under your body.

“I love you,” you sigh, curling up close to him and falling asleep within minutes.

You wake up late the next morning, sunlight streaming brightly around the cracks of the curtains. Stretching out your entire body, you realize Andrei’s still asleep too. He must be exhausted since usually he’s up well before you. He’s flat on his back, arm thrown over his face, and sheet tented over his lap. Andrei’s mouth is a little open and he’s snoring softly - looking adorable while he’s at it. You reach for your phone, planning on taking a picture - the first picture of your husband (!) that you’ll take on your own phone - but when the screen lights up, you catch sight of the time and wince. It’s nearly noon, which would be late in the day normally, but your parents planned a day-after-the-wedding lunch for the guests staying at the hotel, scheduled to start at one. You both need showers and to change, so you drop your phone in the covers and smooth a hand over Andrei’s stomach, gliding it up over his pecs and curling it around the back of his neck before cupping his cheek, scratching your nails into his stubble.

“Drei, baby, time to get up,” you murmur, leaning down and pressing kisses to his chest and shoulder. “We have lunch in an hour.”

He grumbles - the only time he’s not a bouncing ball of energy and positivity is the few minutes right before he’s fully awake - and turns his head so he can press his cheek fully into your palm. “No,” he mumbles into your skin. “Nyet, do obeda. Ostavat'sya v posteli.”

He does that too, revert to Russian in his sleep. You brush your nose against his cheek. “I don’t know what that means beyond ‘nyet’ so whatever you said isn’t going to stop me,” you laugh a little.

Andrei cracks one eye open and squints at you. His lips curl up in a lazy smile and his hand lands on your waist. “I said,” he sighs, “no to lunch. Let’s stay in bed.”

You let him pull you against his side even as you’re shaking your head, which is a mistake because that seems to trigger your hangover. You press your lips together and wait for a minute before continuing, “we have two and a half weeks in Greece to relax and stay in bed, let’s go see everyone and eat because I’m starving.”

“I’ll order room service,” Andrei jokes, waking up and sitting up to kiss you.

“I want to see how hungover everyone is,” you giggle. “And you know what they say, happy wife, happy life.”

He swats at your ass a little when you roll away from him, laughing, and climb out of bed. You wiggle your ass in his direction playfully, “your wife wants you to join her in the shower, aren’t you going to make me happy?”

“That I can do,” Andrei promises, getting out of bed and wrapping his arms around your waist to carry you into the shower.

Of course, the shower takes twice as long as it should and by the time you get dressed - casually because once you opened the blinds, the afternoon North Carolina sunlight had nearly blinded you and caused a headache to form right between your eyes and nausea to roll your stomach - you’re running late to your own celebratory lunch. Andrei’s fingers play with the tie straps on your sundress as you head downstairs and you lean against him heavily. “I don’t understand how you don’t get hungover,” you mumble. “It’s unconscionable.”

He chuckles, chest vibrating against your back. “I’m bigger and Russian,” he shrugs, all the explanation you’re going to get. Truthfully, you just think he didn’t have as much to drink as you did. Even during the off-season, Andrei isn’t that big of a partier.

Once you get down to the hotel’s dining space, it’s all you can do not to laugh. The room is split into two camps - the older relatives who checked out by the end of the main reception and the friends and younger relatives that had partied with you at the after-party. The adults look tired, but happy, and your friends look like death warmed up.

Brady’s cradling his head in his hands while Gracia nudges toast in front of him. Pyotr has his head pillowed on his arms on the table. Geno has his sunglasses on inside and you spot Elena pointing him out to your mom and laughing, shaking her head at him. Jordan’s nursing a mug of coffee and you spot your best friends taking a carafe of coffee directly from the waiter and setting it on the table in front of them.

“Rough night?” You giggle, pressing your fingers to your temple at the spike of pain. The girls look up at you with bloodshot eyes.

Tia groans, “who challenges Russian hockey players to a drinking contest?”

“A moron, that’s who,” Kate murmurs, her voice nearly gone from scream-singing.

“Who’d you challenge?” Andrei asks, munching on a piece of bacon. You look at his food with a jealous eye and he holds out the half-eaten strip for you. You take a bite gratefully and chew while you wait for Tia’s answer.

She wrinkles her nose. “Who didn’t I challenge is the question, but I finally tapped out against Pyotr and Geno.”

“It was impressive,” Geno mumbles, holding his hand up for Tia to slap in a high-five.

“Party of the year, Svechy,” Brady grins. “But fuck, I’m gonna feel this hangover for a week.”

Andrei smirks at his friend and says, “good thing it’s off-season.”

Your mom calls you both over and you wind your way amongst the tables, leaving your hungover friends to recover. Andrei’s hand is warm against your lower back as you head across the room, his fingers splayed out.

“Honey,” your mom pats your hip when you reach her side, “I think you could use a little make-up, right here.” She waves her hand in the general area of her neck and you flush, knowing she means the hickeys Andrei sucked into your skin the night before.

“I, um, I’ll take that into consideration,” you stammer, even as Andrei sniggers behind your back. You swing your leg back, kicking your heel into his shin, and he just wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.

Shooting the parents a wide and innocent, but sincere, smile, he says, “thank you, all of you, for helping us have the best wedding yesterday. We appreciate it very much.”

Your mother’s attention is now on her new son-in-law and not the marks on your neck. She smiles at him, “it was more than our pleasure. You two deserve it.”

“And especially the vacation,” Elena chimes in. “It’s well-earned.”

It definitely is. Andrei’s fresh off a Stanley Cup victory and you’re fresh off the stress of planning a wedding around the playoffs. You can’t wait to soak up the Mediterranean sun and have sex with your husband in between delicious meals. Your flight leaves the next afternoon and you’re more than ready to get going.

The parents release you back to your friends and lunch becomes a fun, lazy affair, a continuation of the after-party, where it’s revealed that Kate and Pyotr had hooked up in the hotel’s garden and half the team had lost money on that bet.

Eventually, you’re gently kicked out of the dining hall and your parents come up to the honeymoon suite to take both of your dresses to be cleaned and preserved for you while you’re in Greece. Elena and Igor take Andrei’s tux and put it in their car along with the three other tuxes belonging to your dad, Igor, and Geno. They’ve kindly volunteered to return them so it’s one less thing for Andrei to worry about when you get back.

Geno unloads Andrei’s honeymoon suitcase from his car, setting it next to yours in the back corner of the suite where it’s been since the morning of the wedding. You’re getting another night in the hotel before you leave for Greece, so all the luggage had to be brought with you. Not that it matters really, you’ve been packed for a week, beyond excited for the trip, and you’d packed most of Andrei’s stuff too. “What do you have in here?” Geno asks, teasing. “All of your hair products?”

Andrei raises an eyebrow at his brother and deadpans, “sex toys.”

You giggle while Geno processes for a few silent seconds before cracking into his trademark missing-toothed grin. He laughs loudly and cups Andrei’s face in his hands, squeezing his little brother’s cheek’s together. “You’re a little shit,” he shakes his head affectionately, “you know that?”

“Learned from the best,” Andrei mumbles, trying to smile while Geno is squishing his face.

The rest of the day and the next morning passes in a blur of last minute preparation, couples massages, and sex on every surface of the honeymoon suite. You put the shower bench to particularly good use.

Finally, after a quick lunch, you’re on the way to the airport, vibrating with excitement in the back seat. “I can’t believe we’re going to be completely and totally off the grid,” you sigh, closing your eyes and thinking about it. You’d decided against an international plan and are keeping your phones on airplane mode the entire trip, save for a few minutes at the end of the day when you’ll connect to hotel WiFi to check in with your parents. “It’s going to be so nice.”

“I’m just looking forward to spending time with you,” Andrei says sweetly, kissing your cheek.

Your flight ends up delayed for two hours, meaning more time to people-watch in the airport. Andrei gets bored sitting around and does laps, reporting back that he found no less than four Auntie Anne’s pretzel shops. “And you didn’t bring me cinnamon sugar pretzel nuggets?” You shake your head. “Bad start to the marriage.”

He does another lap and brings you the nuggets along with a lemonade, stealing a few pretzels from the cup before he hands them over.

Once you’re on the plane - first class(!) - Andrei takes both of your carry-ons and stows them away, letting you have the first shift in the window seat. You’ve learned over the past few years of dating that you both love the window seat, but Andrei would rather sit there during touchdown and you like it during takeoff, which makes it easy to switch off.

After takeoff, you get comfortable in your seat, kicking off your sneakers and folding your legs up on the seat. Andrei stretches out his legs and crosses them at the ankle, grinning when he sees you aiming your phone at him for a picture and throwing up a thumbs-up. Picture taking and documenting memories in scrapbooks is one of your love languages and Andrei learned early on how to be an Instagram husband, to pose for shots, and to always be aware that you’re taking candids.

“Make sure you save your boarding pass,” you say. “It’s going in the honeymoon scrapbook.”

He holds the slip of paper up in between his index and middle fingers, smirking, “whatever you say, wife.”

“Excellent,” you lean over the armrest and kiss him softly.

The flight attendant comes by with drinks and catches you kissing Andrei. “Aren’t you two adorable?” She comments, handing Andrei a water and you a ginger ale (it just tastes different on a plane).

You can’t help yourself and burst out, “we’re on our way to Greece for our honeymoon!”

“Well!” She beams, clapping her hands. “That’s so exciting! I wish you both a long and happy marriage.”

You thank her, Andrei chiming in at the same time.

The flight is uneventful. Andrei falls asleep almost immediately, since he’s so used to plane travel, and you know to wake him up for snacks and meal service. You’ve never been able to sleep on a plane, too excited and eager to enjoy the experience, so you find a movie to watch. Over the seven hours, you watch Top Gun and cry when Goose dies, Ghostbusters: Afterlife and cry when Harold Ramis’s character appears as a ghost or vision or whatever at the end, and The Parent Trap. You don’t cry during that one, but that’s mostly because you’ve seen it so many times and you’re desensitised.

Andrei stirs a little, waking up for dinner and to tease you about crying over old movies. You wrinkle your nose at him and he holds your hand when he falls back asleep.

You booked the trip through a Greek travel company, which means literally everything was taken care of including all transfers to and from the airport and the different hotels and islands, so all you have to do when you land, is gather your luggage and find the man holding up the SVECHNIKOV placard. Andrei drags the one large checked suitcase and his carry-on behind him, his backpack secure on his back. You’re left with your rolling carry-on and the old Jansport you’re using as a personal item for travel purposes.

“Mr and Mrs Svechnikov?” The man smiles at them. “I am James, I will drive you to the hotel.” He takes the suitcase from you and tries to take one from Andrei, but your husband is firm that he’ll pull his own suitcase. You traipse along behind both men, still taking in the sights and sounds of the Athens airport.

The heat hits you the second you step foot outside, a warm wall that has you sweating witching a few feet. The sun is bright and the air feels thick. You slide your sunglasses over your face and push up the sleeves of your travel sweatshirt, grinning like a fool at Andrei. He shares your smile, looking around at the mountainous surroundings.

It’s about a half-hour drive to the hotel and you find yourself dozing, leaning against Andrei’s arm, as you drive. The time difference and lack of sleep over the past few days are catching up to you. The warm of Andrei’s body next to yours isn’t helping. But after your little nap, you feel refreshed when you get to the hotel. So refreshed that you immediately drop the bags off and start exploring the neighborhood. Andrei holds your hand as you walk, taking in the vibrant surroundings and the smells of amazing food. You bounce on the balls of your feet every time you spot a stray cat and squeal when you stumble on the Acropolis.

“Oh my god, Drei!” You grin. “We’re actually here. Like we’re actually, really in Greece on our honeymoon.”

He laughs and kisses you. “I know, solnyshka. It feels like a dream.”

The entire trip is a dream. You get up early the next morning and hike up the slope of the Parthenon to see the Acropolis. It’s hot, but beautiful. You looks around in awe, overwhelmed by the history and architectural work. Andrei asks a couple if they’ll take a photo of the two of you and he pulls you into his arms, holding you against his side and smiling widely for the picture. You lean up to kiss his cheek for another photo.

By the time you start the walk back down, it’s even hotter and the crowds are getting out of control. Andrei is at your back, keeping a watch as you go down the marble steps. Once you get to the bottom, you get two frozen lemonades, plain for Andrei and strawberry for you, and lean against a nearby wall to suck them down and cool off.

“There’s so much history here,” you say, looking around. “It’s just so cool! I mean, to think that the Acropolis was built so many hundreds of years ago and it’s still standing.”

“Nerd,” he teases you affectionately.

After a few days in Athens, you’re shuffled off to the ferry via car service early in the morning. It’s still dark when you get in line to board and you’re wrapped in a sweatshirt while you lean on the big suitcase. Andrei’s hand is warm on your back and your legs tingle a little, still sore from the marathon sex you’ve been having. You sip at your coffee, enjoying just how strong the Greek coffee is. “We definitely need to bring some of this coffee back home,” you say, holding your cup up for Andrei to have a sip.

“A cup of this before a game and I’m flying,” he agrees.

“You could use that, old man,” you tease him, nudging his foot with yours and he smacks at your ass a little.

“Brat.”

You smirk at him. “Guess you’ll have to punish me, then.”

Andrei’s eyes darken in the dim light, but before he gets the chance to say anything, the line starts moving and there’s an announcement that boarding is happening. You shuffle along, Andrei’s hand reaching out to pinch your ass, making you yelp. When you look back at him, he just smiles innocently.

The ferry ride to Naxos from Athens isn’t very long, just about four hours, but it’s long enough for you both to get in quick naps once you find your seats. Andrei has his legs propped up on the suitcase, keeping it close, and your lips tilt up at the sight of him with his head back and his baseball cap over his face. You snap a picture.

Naxos is gorgeous, but your hotel is smack in the middle of nowhere and has an outdated 70s vibe that makes you think of murder motels. It’s an uncharitable thought because everyone is so nice and polite, especially when they find out you’re celebrating your honeymoon. The beach is a thirty minute walk in one direction and the town is more than an hour’s walk in the other. You manage to figure out the bus system and are on the beach, laying on side-by-side lounge chairs in under an hour. The water is too gorgeous to be real and it’s warm enough that you don’t have to tentatively step in and get used to it.

The days pass by in a blur of sun and sand, picnics packed for lunch, and in one memorable afternoon, a stumble on a nude beach.

“Oh my god!” You yelp, eyes going wide. “We have to turn around.”

Andrei’s laughing so hard he can’t speak, averting his eyes from looking directly at all the old people baring it all. You cover your eyes on the side like you’re wearing blinders and speed walk back in the direction of your chairs. “Solnyshka,” Andrei calls after you, still laughing, “it’s natural! What if I decided to strip down? Would you run away from me?”

“No!” You smother a horrified laugh. “But you’re my husband and your balls don’t hang down to your ankles. It’s not exactly a hardship to look at your naked body, Andrei!”

“Well that’s good to hear,” he deadpans. A smirk cracks his facade and he starts to giggle again. “You just looked so horrified.”

“They’re old! And wrinkled! And their skin is like leather - has no one heard of moisturiser?” You shake your head, planning on rubbing in another layer of sunscreen when you’re back at your chairs.

Dinner is usually a relaxed affair, sitting at some taverna by the water, plates of appetizers covering the table. You have a Greek salad with every meal, thoroughly enjoying the feta and fresh tomatoes. Naxos is known for their cheese, so you order a cheese platter one night and share approximately two pieces with Andrei, fighting each other with your forks. He distracts you, pointing over your shoulder and exclaiming that he sees dolphins, and when you look over to see nothing, he pulls the cheese plate to himself and protectively encircles his arms around it, laughing when you start tugging at his hands. There’s this amazingly bright beet dip - a perfect magenta pink and so addictive with the grilled pita bread.

“I could marry this dip,” you moan.

Andrei raises an eyebrow. “I could be okay with polygamy.”

After Naxos, you take the ferry to Paros - just an hour on the boat and you’re in a completely different location. It’s amazing how efficient the ferries are and how civilized the whole process is. You get to keep your luggage the whole time and since seats are assigned on your ticket, no one fights for a seat.

Paros is a gorgeous island. Similar in size to Naxos, but more built up. Your hotel is magical - a true five star - with palm trees by the pool and perfectly manicured grounds. There are hot pink flowers everywhere and you breathe in the fresh air, feeling like a different person.

“I love this place,” you sigh, stretching out on a lounger next to the pool. Andrei toasts you with his drink, something in a coconut that he’d never normally order at home.

“Top hotel so far,” he says, tucking one hand behind his head, making his bicep pop. He’s been running in the mornings, to counterbalance the food you’ve been eating. But he’s also been so relaxed, which is something you’re glad to see. The last few years have been a lot on him - his ACL injury that had led to a shortened season when he returned followed by the deep playoff run leading to the eventual Stanley Cup. He needed a minute to unwind.

He reaches out over the distance between your chairs and wiggles his fingers at you. You reach your own hand out and let him lace your fingers together. Unfairly, he’s tanner than you are, his skin turning a nice golden brown under the Greek sun. Andrei’s thumb traces over your knuckles.

Neither of you say anything, just enjoying the company and quiet.

The beach is a two minute walk from your hotel, so in the afternoons, you make your way over there with just your towels to swim in the sea. You’re actually addicted to the Mediterranean now and have no idea how you’re going to go back to swimming in the Atlantic. There’s some cliffs around the beach and Andrei eggs you on to climb them and jump off.

You’re a chicken when it comes to stuff like that, but with Andrei encouraging you, and screaming all the way down, you jump from a decently high cliff. The adrenaline rush is unparalleled and Andrei enthusiastically responds when you jump into his arms, kissing him hungrily. With the buoyancy from the salt water helping, Andrei carries you into a secluded cove, shadowed by the cliffs you had just jumped off of. He presses you against the rocks, scraping your back, and twists his fingers in the ties of your bikini bottoms.

His fingers edge under the fabric and you squirm, wanting him to touch you. “Come on, Drei,” you urge him. “Touch me, please.”

“Anyone could swim by, zhena,” he murmurs against your neck, licking at the drying salt.

“Not if,” you gasp, letting your head fall back as Andrei licks and bites your neck. “Not if you’re fast.”

He hums against your skin, still toying with the fabric of your bottoms. Your legs are wrapped around his waist and you can feel the hard heat of his cock pressing into you. You grind down against him and he bites your shoulder in a little warning. “You like this?” He asks, slipping his index finger under your bathing suit and letting the tip of it tease at your swollen folds. The cool water laps around you, keeping your temperature down. “You want people to see you, my love? You want them to see me give you my fingers, see how many of them you can take?”

“I…yes…Andrei, please,” you whine, heels kicking against his back while you clench around the tip of his finger. “I…more… pozhaluysta.”

It’s a dirty trick, using your limited Russian, because you know he finds nothing hotter. Andrei slips two fingers inside of you and crooks them, forcing a cry from your throat. You press one hand against your lips to muffle your noises as he fucks you with his fingers, adding a third after only a few seconds. “You wanted this, my love,” he rasps, “don’t be quiet.”

“Andrei,” you whine his name, toes curling. Your hand fists in his hair and he hisses a little when you tug. His fingers are thick and rough inside of you and it doesn’t take too much longer before you’re clenching around then and coming on his hand. “Fuck,” you mutter, going boneless in his arms.

“Good girl,” Andrei praises you, kisses your shoulder. “I think it’s time for a nap.”

Your eyelids flutter and he carries you through the water back to your towels. Your legs are jelly underneath you, but you wrap yourself in your towel, pressing against his body to feel his erection press into your lower stomach. “You know,” you murmur, “there’s a hammock on the patio of our room.”

Andrei raises an eyebrow at you. “We have a good time in hammocks,” he says slowly.

Agreeing, you continue, “and the bathtub in the room is very, very big. Probably big enough for, say a 6’2” Russian and his brand new wife.”

“We should test that out,” he says, seriously, nudging you through the sand and back to the road leading to your hotel.

Turns out the tub isn’t quite big enough for the both of you and more water splashes over the sides than stays in, but you giggle your way through a bath that’s more groping than anything. The olive oil soap is a nice amenity, getting you both extra slick and slippery - which does eventually result in you banging your knee against the side of the tub, but it’s worth it when Andrei kisses the spot, working his way up your inner thigh.

After the bath, you dry each other off and roll around on the bed, making out and touching each other, but not really doing much more. It’s been a long trip and you’d like to be able to walk at the end of it. You order loukoumades - Greek doughnuts soaked in honey syrup and dusted with cinnamon - from room service and curl up on Andrei’s lap out on the patio to enjoy the warm night and the sweet treat.

Andrei feeds you a doughnut and you purposefully suck his fingers into your mouth when you take a bite. He raises an eyebrow at you and you giggle. “You know,” you say quietly, enjoying the peaceful evening, “one day, I’d like to bring our kids back here. Be the annoying parents that talk about their honeymoon and show their kids all the amazing sights and restaurants.”

“That would be nice,” Andrei replies, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Rent a villa and let them run around in the sun. We should have them learn Greek too, that way someone can translate.”

“Can you imagine?” You grin, leaning back against his chest. “Little babies running around switching between English, Russian, and Greek? They’ll be the smartest kids is Raleigh.”

“And the cutest too, probably.” He nuzzles his nose against the side of your neck. “As long as they look like you.”

Warmth floods your stomach, thinking about a little gang of Svechnikov babies. In your imagination, they look like Andrei, his warm brown eyes and that dimple. You curl closer against him, daydreaming about that future.

Your last island is Santorini and you’re actually spending the least amount of time here, just four and a half days before you fly back to Athens for an overnight stay before leaving for home again. Santorini is gorgeous, but it’s definitely the most crowded of the islands and the most touristy. The blue domes against the white washed buildings are beautiful and the sunsets are as gorgeous as promised. But, after the slower paced Naxos and Paros, you find yourself getting a little cranky with the crowds of Santorini.

“I think you need an ice cream,” Andrei says, guiding you towards one of the many ice cream shops. “You’re getting that hangry look in your eyes.”

“These people just don’t move!” You grumble, following him. “It’s so crowded and if they all stop in the middle of the path…” You throw your hands up in exasperation.

“She’ll have the kataifi,” Andrei says to the woman behind the counter, ignoring you, “and I’ll have the chocolate hazelnut.”

Your ice cream order’s been fairly standard over the past few days in Santorini - the kataifi ice cream is cinnamon-y and sweet and has chunks of the crunchy kataifi phyllo and nuts mixed it. You take the cone and happily tear into it, already feeling a little better as you cool off. Andrei takes his cone and pays, joining you against the wall of the shop. You’re busy keeping your ice cream from melting all over your hands and so when Andrei leans over and licks from the edge of your jaw to your earlobe, you’re so startled you nearly drop the cone entirely.

“Andrei!” You yelp, turning on him with wide eyes. “What the —“

He smirks at you and points at the opposite wall where a blue neon sign proclaims ‘it’s not going to lick itself.’ You blink at the sign briefly and then start giggling. “Just doing what the sign tells me,” he says innocently.

“I don’t think that’s what it means,” you murmur, flicking your gaze down to the front of his shorts.

“You can lick that later,” Andrei promises, grinning. He licks his ice cream scoop very deliberately, flattening his tongue around the scoop and swirling it. Your cheeks flush and you bump his hip with yours. He captures your hand and squeezes, tugging you out of the shop and back into the packed streets.

You wander a little more, popping into a jewelry store where you immediately spot two puppies playing and squat down to play with them. Andrei disappears for a minute, but you’re too distracted to realize he even left until he’s back, hovering over you, asking, “ready to get going?”

“Where’d you go?” You ask, giving the dogs one more pet each before standing up and taking Andrei’s hand.

He waves his other hand, “just around. Looking at souvenirs.”

“Okay,” you squint at him a little suspiciously, but don’t question it. “I think we’ve covered everyone actually, unless you want to get anything else for your parents.” The entirety of one of your carry-on suitcases is dedicated to souvenirs, and there’s spill over into the big suitcase, so you’re kind of hoping Andrei’s done with gifts.

He shakes his head, “I think I’m good.” He smirks at you, “besides, we don’t have any more luggage room, right?”

“You do listen to me!” You laugh.

“Of course,” he kisses your knuckles. “Happy wife, happy life, right?”

Your last day on Satorini is spent on the volcanic black sand beach, relaxing and fooling around in the sea. “I’m going to miss this,” you say, toes skimming the sand while you float in the deep water.

“Let’s come back next year,” Andrei suggests, tipping his face back to the sun. “Another two weeks, there’s hundreds of islands we haven’t seen.”

You find yourself getting a little emotional. “Yeah,” you whisper, emotion clogging your throat, “that would be nice. But it would just be a vacation, it wouldn’t be another honeymoon.”

“No,” Andrei floats over to you and kisses you softly, “it won’t be. But it’ll be a good first anniversary trip.” He kisses your cheek. “Or maybe a trip to celebrate a pregnancy.”

“I love you,” you whisper, wiping at your face. “This has been the best trip, Drei. Honestly. I can’t wait to take a million more.” You loop your arms around his neck and his arms come around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“You made it the best trip,” he says, dimple popping. “There’s no one else I’d rather spend two and a half weeks island hopping with or getting lost on the way to the beach with. I wouldn’t stop whenever someone else pointed out a stray cat or dog, just you, solnyshka.”

You snort a laugh, “you’re really angling for me to lick something, aren’t you?”

“Well,” Andrei smirks, the sun glinting off of his tanned skin and his brown eyes twinkling, “I wouldn’t say no to a little licking.”

There’s a lot of licking on your last night in Santorini and you both sleep in the next morning, enjoying a lazy start to the day and getting breakfast delivered to your room so you can pack and eat on your own time. The flight back to Athens is only an hour - you spent longer going through security and waiting to board than actually in the air.

You’re only in Athens overnight before you have to leave for the airport at 11, so you make the most of it, wandering around and getting a little bit lost before having a final dinner in a romantic little taverna. Andrei passes a little jewelry box across the table to you while you wait for dessert.

“What’s this?” You trace a finger over the box.

“A present,” he smiles.

“You already gave me a pretty good present,” you hold up your left hand, flashing your engagement ring and wedding band.

He laughs a little. “I know. But this one is to remember Greece.”

You look at him, shaking your head a bit, and pop open the box to find a cross that looks exactly like his, but smaller. “Andrei,” you look back up at him, “this is - it’s just like yours.”

You know Greek and Russian Orthodox are under the same umbrella and Andrei had poked his head into a few churches, doing the cross and dropping a few euros to light candles. You’d gotten married Russian Orthodox and even though it’s your own background, your family was far enough removed from being in Russia that religion wasn’t a major aspect of your life growing up.

“I saw it the other day,” he says. “And you don’t have to wear it, but I thought it might be nice. For us to have matching crosses.” He pauses. “For yours to be a memory of the honeymoon.”

You’re halfway to tears as you’re pulling the chain from the box and clasping it around your neck. “Why are you the most thoughtful, sentimental man in the world?” You lean over the table, the cross around your neck swaying and bumping your chest, and cup his face in your hands to kiss him deeply. “I love it and I love you.”

Andrei’s cheeks are a little pink when you sit back down. He shrugs one shoulder. “I wanted you to have a little piece of me too, when I’m traveling.”

“I’m not taking it off, Drei,” you murmur, tracing your fingers over the cool metal. His own chain is just barely visible under the collar of his shirt and you eye it. “We’re clearly going to have to come back and get more for the future Svechnikov babies.”

He laughs and catches your hand, kissing your palm. “Whatever you want, zhena. Whatever you want.”

A warm breeze carries through the street and it’s the perfect night to end your honeymoon.

#andrei svechnikov fic #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov x you #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov

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☆ rawr XD ☆

(ft. vil, rook, azul, riddle)

requested by @trixiegalaxy

Can I request TWST headcanons with a female S/O doing this bear prank (from the anime, Acchi Kocchi) to Azul, Rook, Vil, and Riddle.

It's April Fools Day at NRC, and S/O gets Crowley's permission to dress up as a bear, go around the different dorms, and try to scare everyone. What would be Azul, Rook, Vil, and Riddle's reaction to this? Would they get scared or not, and would any of them join in the fun?

a/n at first I thought you meant like an actual realistic custome, but after watching that video it all clicked lol

tw: cursing, vomit, some suggestive stuff in rook's part

“It’s more cute than anything,” Ace muttered, staring at your furry bear costume in confusion. There were plenty of things he witnessed in his short time at NRC and even more with you beside him and this wasn’t something he’d ever thought he’d see. Standing up, he flicked at the puffy tail, “How are you supposed to scare anyone with this?”

Pouting, you placed your pawed hands on your hips, “I have my ways!”

“Your face is on display, dummy. You’re not those damn twins,” Grim deadpanned. Flopping down on his side.

To this, Ortho perked up from his spot at your side, “Don’t worry, Ace Trappola and Grim! I made sure to cover that feature when I was making this!”

“Yeah! Ortho pulled out all the stops!” You grinned mischievously.

Ace and Grim watched you click a button at your paw and the opening for your face was instantly covered with metal coverings with brown fur and a muzzle. Two glowing orbs replacing your bright eyes. The strange resemblance to your temporary dad is outstanding.

“RAWR!” You screeched, jumping up to try to intimidate them.

Tilting his head, Ace mumbled, “Yeah, it's way more cute than scary.”

“You’d have to be blind to get scared.”

Stomping your foot, you pointed at them and declared, “Just you watch! I’m going to be so scary, I’m going to get Animal Control called on me!”

Running out the door, Ace winced as you collided with the door. Standing back up, you did what he could only decipher to be you flipping him off and marched out the front door. Muttering something about ‘being surrounded by fake love’ and ‘the world being your hater’.

Shaking his head, he mumbled, “We should go after them, huh?”

“Yup! From my calculations the percentage of Animal Control being called on them is quite low, but facing death isn’t!” Ortho chirped.

“Just great.”

☆☆☆

Vil Scheonheit <3

⋆ You really expect the Vil Schoenheit to scream?

⋆ Then you must not know him at all. Jeez, he has more class than that.

⋆ Literally gives you the blandest reactions. He just raises his slim brow and gives you a look that radiates ‘Really?’

“Who made this?” Vil scrutinized, picking up your arm to touch the soft fur.

⋆ Though, he will applaud you for trying. It takes a ton of guts to walk around in that.

“Ortho!” You chirped, your voice muffled from the bear mask. Spinning around, you posed cutely, stars and hearts practically coming off of your pose, “Cute, right?”

“Hardly,” Vil tsked under his breath. Though anyone with a brain could see the way his pale cheeks lit up. Of course, you just had to be so cute and that damn bear costume didn’t help at all.

“I’m I scary at least?”

Taking your paw, he moved you to sit down at his vanity, “If I were anyone else, and a child under the age of one, then perhaps. Remove your mask please.”

“Aw man,” you sniffed sadly while doing as he said. “I thought I was totally going to scare some pants off!”

“Well, with the way the suit is making your skin break out, you could certainly scare someone’s pants off,” He teased, gently scrubbing about the dirt and sweat that was accumulating on your skin from the mask. The softness of the rag combined with the calming scent of the cleanser made you sleepy.

Yawning, you leaned back into Vil’s plush chair, “Y’know I think I’m done scaring today…that was too much fun…-snoooorrreee-”

Vil huffed in amusement at how fast you fell asleep. Applying a thin layer of moisturizer, he gently moved you to his bed and patted your head, “Perhaps, I’ll buy you a pair of bear pajamas? It certainly suits you. Don’t you four think so?”

On cue, three figures fell out of Vil’s closet. Turning around, Vil watched the three of the four complain and curse at each other. While the young robot laughed at his friend's misery. Floating up to Vil, Ortho exclaimed, “Wow, Vil Schoenhiet! You added another possibility to the Prefect’s possible endings!”

“And that would be?”

“Animal Control or death!”

“Oh…” Glancing at Ace and Grim, he asked, “I assume that’s why you both came? To watch over them?”

“Yeah…” Ace mumbled, rubbing the growing bump on his head. Already at your side, Grim curled up into your arm and yawned, “My henchman has no survival instincts, that why Grim the Great is here to…take..care of them…-snooooorrre-”

Pursing his lips, he turned to Epel, “But that doesn’t explain why you were hiding in my closet, little apple. And with one of Rook’s arrows, no less.”

Placing the arrow behind him, Epel stuck his head up and mumbled awkwardly, “I saw a bear running around and my meemaw always said bear meat tasted amazing, sooo….”

“You were going to stab ‘em!?” Ace screeched, taking big steps back from Epel.

“No!....well, yeah…” Epel trailed off, kicking at the carpet and pouting.

“Wow! Epel Felmier, you could have been one of the leading causes of death for the Prefect!” Despite the grim meaning behind it, Ortho said it like he was announcing the next Emmy.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Vil sighed, “I can’t believe this…”

Rook Hunt <3

⋆ Oh, you think you’re doing the hunting? How funny! How cute! Babe, you’re gonna die.

⋆ Rook knows it’s you in the bear costume. His sweet trickster doing their trickster things. How beautiful! But damn, does that want to make Rook go hunting.

⋆ Of course he’s doing it lovingly, with no intentions to actually harm you, but he wouldn’t mind hearing your fearful screams as you run away from him.

⋆ Won’t you be a dear and play a little game with him?

“Omg, Leona! I’m so happy to see you!” you wailed, jumping onto the, surprisingly awake, lion. Clinging onto him, you let your snot get all over his chest. “Protect me!”

(me personally would shit myself and die if I saw Rook giving me the look he gives in his groovified bean day card, or alternatively, get on my knees for him)

Staring at you in disgust, Leona pushed you away, “Get off of me, Herbivore.”

But you persisted and jumped back on him. Shoving your face into his welcoming chest, well as welcoming as it can get with Leona glaring daggers into your bear suit self. “Please, please, please! Leona! Help me! I’m getting hunted for sport!”

“Aren't you supposed to be doing the hunting, ya big ass bear?” Leona asked, moving around so he could get a better hold of you.

“Apparently not! I thought you had to have a permit to be able to hunt endangered animals!” You exclaimed.

“Endangered?”

“Yeah, me soon!”

Rolling his eyes, Leona asked, “Who’s even hunting you?”

Before you could respond a flamboyant laugh cut through the air. Ominous and oh so frightening. Even Leona tensed up. His tail stopping mid sway and ears picking up.

Ridgedly, you and leona turned to meet the oddly jovial eyes of your hunter, Rook Hunt. His bow tight in his grasp. Lips split into an unfairly pretty, yet scary, smile.

“It seems like Roi du Leon has found my sweet Ourse~ Now would you be so kind as to hand them over?” He asked, the edge in his tone betraying any form of pleasantry.

Turning down to look at you, all you could do is wordless shaking your head and cling tighter onto you one and only hope. Green eyes twitching, Leona sighed. But before you could get your hopes up, you were suddenly hoisted into the air and flung with full force at your hunter.

“LEEONNAA! YOU AAAASSS!”

Scratching his head, Leona turned around and saunted off, “yeah, not my problem. Have fun, I guess.”

Fully expecting to hit the ground, you were surprised to feel a strong pair of arms capture you and hold your bridal style. Staring up at Rook with wide eyes, you smiled nervously, “Rawr?”

“Shall we head to my room, my little Ourse? There’s plenty I must teach in the name of the hunt!” He joyfully hummed, tightening his hold the moment you began to squirm. Gleefully skipping all the way to your demise.

Oh lord, have mercy on me!

Azul Ashengrotto <3

⋆ This guy has never seen a bear before. So the moment he sees you barreling towards him with the speed of Floyd, man's about to shit himself out of fear.

⋆ It doesn’t matter who’s next to him or if he’s with a potential client, he’s bolting the other way. He swears he can hear the gate of the afterlife opening up for him. He’s never been this scared, no amount of the leech twins could get him to want to cry to mom this badly. And omg, his lungs are literally about to burst because of all this running. He just wants his octopot so badly! Tears are streaming down his face!

⋆ After you come clean to him, he’s shaking you by your shoulders practically screaming at you about ‘how could you do this to me!’.

⋆ He rethinks everything he knows about you. Consider you to be as bad as the Leech twins. Maybe even worse.

“Azul! I’m sooo sorry!” You wailed. Tears streamed down your face and into the pool that contained your doom.

⋆ He’s never living this down, so why not make a deal with him? It’s the least you can do, right?

“Hm? What was that, dear Prefect?” Azul said, pulling the lever that lowered you down. Watching the way you squirmed in your tight binding. “I’m sure they’re dying to play with their new playmate.”

“Azul! This is practically murder! I’m too cute for this!” You sobbed. You gasped when you saw Ace with Grim and Ortho, “Ace! My Savior! Help me!”

“I suggest you don’t, Trappola. Lest we forget the incident you, oh so desperately, want to keep away from your housewarden.” Azul threatened. Glaring daggers at the boy.

Paling, Ace stared apologetically at you, “Sorry, but Imma have to sit this one out.”

“ACCCCEEEE!” You wailed louder. The rope holding you swaying faster with your frantic squirming. Green quickly becoming a permanent color to your skin.

“Have fun, my dear Prefect~”

“Azul, I swear to—blegh!”

In an instant, two long beings jumped out of the pool and landed with a ‘thrawk!’ on the tile floors. Grim and Ace lost their shit on the side and Azul broke his cane in the process. Ortho, sweet angel, was the only one to get your passed out ass out of that tight binding.

“I think they’re dead…” Ortho murmured, running a full body scan on our limp figure.

“They better be! Shrimpy, that was so not cool!” Floyd pouted, staring at your puke floating down to the bottom of the water with a grimace, “Nasty shrimpy.”

“Yes, how gross,” Jade muttered.

“Blegh!”

“Get them out of here, so help me, before I throw them and their bear costumes into the sea!”

Riddle Rosehearts <3

⋆ He doesn’t scream as much as he jumps. Jumps so high, you swear he could have touched the moon. Who knew such a small body could launch themself that high.

⋆ Riddle is not having it. First you burst into an Unbirthday Party, but you made him break a Queen of Heart’s rule? Nu-uh, he’s having your head for that.

⋆ Honestly, you should count yourself lucky because you're not a part of his dorm. If you were, you’d have hell to face.

⋆ Though once everything is said and done, Riddle might find himself having a little chuckle at your shenanigans and how adorably funny you looked.

“Riddle, I said I’m sorry! Now can you please take this collar off me! It’s itchy and heavy!” You complained. Pulling at the thick collar in hopes that it would snap in half. Unfortunately you weren’t Leona or Malleus, so your attempts were utterly futile.

“Until, you can memorize all 100 of the Queen of Heart’s rules, then I’ll uncollar you,” Riddle hummed, sipping from his tea.

“Dude, I’m not even from your dorm! Why does it matter?”

Staring at you like you were a misbehaving child, Riddle tsked, “You’re always here, Prefect. Might as well make you an official member, no? Afterall, this is much easier than what the others have to memorize.”

Flopping on your back, you wailed childishly, “Nooo! I don’t wanna! The collar is uncomfy and I have a wedgie from this dang suit!”

“Wow, they’re really not having it huh?” Cater mused, taking a photo of you in your lowest moment. The sight of a bear rolling around on their rose detailed carpet complaining about their wedgie certainly wasn’t something he'd think he’d ever see.

Humming, Riddle smiled at you, “They’ll get over it.”

⋆⋆⋆

Outside, hidden into the heart shaped rose bushes, laid our super spies, Ace, Grim and Ortho. A thick pair of Hatsume Miku themed binoculars in Ace’s grasp. Shaking his head, he sighed on your behalf, “I don’t know why out of everyone, they chose to go for Riddle. Bad planning on their part.”

“So much for them having the braincell,” Grim huffed while fixing his sunglasses. It’s such a nice day, so why wouldn’t he sunbathe?

Clad in spy merch, Ortho beamed, “The chances of death and Animal Control just went into the negatives thanks to Riddle Roseheart’s intervention!”

Rolling his eyes, Ace placed the binocular at his eyes again, “That’s just perfect…”

#vil x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #rook hunt x reader #rook x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader

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daisychains111 · 2 months

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live "tweet" books with me (via the Goodreads progress bar) pt.3 Iron Flame by Rebecca Yarros

Live tweeting as I read...back by popular demand (literally 1 person on Tumblr (@dumpsters-little-matchbook) asked me to do it again and I was already planning to)

stay strong Vi....just bc he's hot doesn't mean he's redeemed himself for his (understandably) traitorous ways

"she's worth a dozen of me" Xanden you shut up right now I'm mad at you

I'm glad Brennen's alive but I do not trust him at all...pretending to be dead for 6 years is fishy as fuck

hashtag: Andarna protection club...if anything ever happens to that dragon I'll burn the world

violet "I know more than you" sorrengail back in action

lol Brennen making fun of her love life

petition for violet and sgaeyl mother-daughter bonding

awww andarna, all growed up

moody teenage angst Andarna is the comedic relief we all didn't know we needed...nothing is as iconic as her growling at Violet for calling her my dearest

idk if Tairn signed up to be the sole father figure to two teenage girls but Violet and Andarna are about to give him a run for his money

he deserves not to trust Dain bc Dain is the scum of the earth

RIDOC AND RHIONNAN ARE SAFE AND ALIVE EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT IN THE WORLD

call his lying ass out Violet as you should

slay violets mom with the redeeming qualities...glad she actually cared if Violet was alive and isn't completely a heartless bitch

fuck dain but also FUCK HIS DAD

the fact that it's him who officially outs them makes me smile hehe

I agree Nadine...that was hot

Xaden being an absolute tease flirt bc she's mad at him is iconic

YAY SQUAD LEADER RHI!!!

the joke was funny, your friends ate just lame (jk I love them but still)

THE PRINCE???

awwww Liam's sister you better make it across istfg

noooo I wanted to be friends with Sloane

violet in her older sister era

gotta love the "is everyone I care about alive? yes? slay" moment

the fact that even tairn is warry of the orange dragon freaks me out

tairn reporting for fatherly duties will never not be my favorite...violet may be annoying but she's his annoying

I'm all for the Violet and Imogen friendship but they better not be mean to Rhiannan

also if Rhiannan gets annoying and jealous about them I'll be really sad

nooo I liked Nadine...who tf just snaps people's necks like that tf

Xaden warding her room so he's the only person who can come in COMEDY

SIMP

hehehe he wrote her a letterrr

violet lying to everyone about her feelings about Xaden except Tairn is so funny...like who's the dragon gonna tell

Xaden is winning every award ever rn bc 1. he's hot as hell, but 2. he's like I wanna sleep with you so bad, but I won't bc it's for the wrong reasons....honorable mf

literally FUCK VARRISH

Sloane needs to get her shit together and Violet needs to stop avoiding her friends

I'm like 80% sure they just got drugged but slay ig

called it...they were totally drugged

tairn comforting Violet about missing Xaden even though Tairn is the one with the bonded mate thing isn't being talked about enough

I would really love to know what those letters say...just saying, sharing is caring

I want to trust jesinia...I really do but it gives me a bad feeling

you let my babies see each other istg...violet is actively moving towards miserable without him

Imogen is slowly becoming the biggest violet/Xander fangirl and I love that for her

give it up Imogen...yall are friends

girlie just wants to be back in a library fr

period Rhiannan...don't put up with Xaden's shit....you threaten him like a bestie should

If Rhi and Violet don't stay friends I'll riot

ooooo don't mess with Tairn's kids...he'll bring that dad defensive

I'm so glad Violet is letting Rhiannan in..be besties again pls

HAHA "SHOWING OFF (MAKING OUT)" IN FRONT OF MIRA....ICONIC

"omg your falling for him" No matter how many times I hear that I'm media I will always be a sucker for it

"you're my only sibling" REALLY MAKING VIOLET SEEM LIKE A TERRIBLE PERSON FOR NOT TELLING MIRA ABOUT BRENNEN....UNCALLED FOR

tik tok says she finally just fucking forgives him in chapter 27... we're on 20, kick into gear people

at her core, Violet is really just like me fr.... 21-year-old girlie pop vibes for the win

damn the disdain for Dian is STRONG

Rhiannan wins the bestie of the year award....being the best even tho Violet is being a fuckass about not telling her things

DAIN FIGHTING ISNT GONNA DO MUCH BC YOU DONT DESERVE HER AND NOW EVERYONE GETS TO WATCH AS SHE BEATS YOUR ASS

see, I knew her mom was a bitch

Rhiannan and violets friendship rn makes me so sad

This aaric dude better keep his mouth SHUT

really looking forward to Xaden beating the shit out of Dain for the shit he just pulled

besties having beef in private...which honestly I feel like will be a good thing

"that isn't a secret" I love ridoc....also Violet why tf would you think that's a valid secret

them getting graded for withstanding torture is WILD

WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BRING DAIN INTO THIS VARRISH YOU BITCH

VARRISH YOU ABSOLUTE MOTHERFUCKER...I DESPISE YOUR SOUL

I hate dain to but I love him for that...thank you for being a rule-following asshat

two things: tairn constantly being like "duh your fine, I make great choices" is so sweet but absolutely hilarious....and Rhiannan being a slay icon is my favorite thing

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN JACK IS BACK FROM THE ACTUAL DEAD....SHUT UP RIGHT NOW

I'm so ready to watch the Fab 4 (I've decided that I'm calling ridoc, rhi, sawyer, and Violet this bc they are so slay) kill jack again bc wtf

YES CHAPTER 27 I'VE HEARD GOOD THINGS ABOUT YOU

watch Mira walk in on them right now...that'd be so freaking funny

tairn and Violet's father-daughter bonding is my fave

tairn is a grade-A overprotective father... it's adorable

no literally....tairn is so over her 21 bullshit...I love them

I have no recollection of who Kaori is...but him standing up to varrish makes him my favorite

YES YES YES LET FAB 3/4 KNOW ALL THE SECRETS

ridoc having the vibes to give violet a hard time while his world was just flipped on its head is why I love him

also shout out to Imogen and Quinn bc yall are slay too

why did Jack save her life...go back to being an ass, not sucky jack is frightening

"argue with you about books? I only pick fights I can win" Xaden clearly knows his place

literally just sobbing at the Liam cameo

why does Varrish keep responding to Liam...is Violet talking out loud or like did he pull a jack

damn dain is just...redeeming himself...didn't have that on my 2024 bingo card

her mom redeeming herself too? damn we're on a redemption roll

very serious war book until someone says something like "show off" during an important meeting (cough garrick cough) and you remember that these bitches are in their 20s

Brennan, Xaden, and tairn: violet protection squad

ANDARNAS BACK YYYAAAYYY

YUH SLAY FOURTH WING

flame section is the iron section? One might say they're the iron flame....wink wink

patiently waiting for a sorrengail sibling reunion...pls bring Mira into the loop

YES MIRA BEAT HIS ASS

Mira beating the shit out of Brennan, Violet yelling at them to grow tf up, and ultimately Mira and Brennen rebonding over the ickiness of xaden/violet pda...the best sibling reunion EVER

"I have control" girl be so for real rn...the only time you use your power is when you're mid-orgasm, you're not controlling shit

Mira and Xaden being "let's overprotect violet" partners in crime...straight vibes

Andarna: The Hungry One (trademark)

oooooooo violets in trooouubbblleeee

jealous Violet storyline is about to be just as stupid as I'm keeping my friends safe by distancing myself Violet storyline

oh God not talking in 3rd person

"I wasn't in love with you then," *jim halpert camera stare* stfu xaden

DAMMMMNNNNN he's def being annoying but saying he's acting like dain is looooooowwwww

yeah cat just stfu...violet is better than you don't be a bitch

YOU WEAR YOUR HAIR DOWN VIOLET...TORTURE HIM BUT ISTG IF YOU LET HIM GET AWAY WITH THAT BS....

YESSS Liam mentions make me so happy...also I'm so ready for Violet and Sloane to bond

dain just bc you saved her doesn't mean you're not on extremely thin ice...stfu

HA, a length joke...I like Maren

IF YOU KILL RIDOC RIGHT NOW REBECCA, I WILL HAUNT YOU

HES SAFE....fab 4 lives another day

cat's a bitch...that's all

Cat's a bitch...but you know who isn't? Rhiannan. gave her bestie the best fighting skills

well that's one way to combat jealousy

he really said "You were annoying and emotional last year, this year it's my turn" Live laugh love healthy relationships

fab 4 are my favorite group of fantasy besties ever....icons..every single one of them

I'm very very excited for the Sawyer and Jesinia subplot...also I don't think I'm opposed to a Dain redemption arch, he just needs to learn his place

"I might even be in love with him after that declaration" HA game recognizes game dain, love that for you

ROLL CREDITS

Garrick doesn't get enough credit for being just as awesome as Rhi....slay besties

girlie pop bickering with a side of danger mission and dragon obedience school...my favorite

HAH grammar jokes

"I get the feeling that this '2nd signet' thing is gonna be a BIG issue...like the plot twist that ends the book BIG

tbh I feel like I don't know him either so I get why she's mad at him

BRUUUUHHH he redeems himself with the "less than a minute" comment

tairn is girl dad...yelling at Violet and Andarna for their shit, yelling at Xaden for talking to Violet...girl dad icon

"Mom and Dad are fighting" See tairn and Sgaeyl are Mom and Dad

poor mama sorrengail...that's not the best way to break that news brennen you bitch

I'm really hoping Violet gets iron squad to go help bc them leaving the others to die is bullshit

they mentioned that the venin had runes, but they were confused as to how. cat is the best at them, and I really really really don't like how sus that is

everyone is so over Violet and her friends bc they're the only ones saying true things

YUH IRON SQUAD...my favorite squad of besties

FUCKING JACK

that was the most stressful thing ever read in my life...if Rhiannan dies I will never recover

I thought Sawyer was going to die and I started crying

YES ANDARNA BE SPECIAL AND SLAY

The fact the andarna hatched just for Violet is so sweet

you better not fucking sacrifice yourself right now violet unknownmiddlename sorrengail

DUMBASS

rip mama sorrengail...this was the redemption arch you deserved

violet breaking down to Rhi is EVERYTHING

FAB 4 LIVES TO SEE ANOTHER DAY (along with Imogen, Quinn, Sloane, Jesinia, Aaric, Maren, and Cat because yall bitches grew on me)

yay xaden's safe, was worried for a bit

IM SORRY WHAT NOW

I'M SORRY WHAT NOW

saying that xaden cant feel sgaeyl better be a fucking joke rn

FUCKING JACK

#violet sorrengail #fourth wing #xaden riorson #rhiannon matthias #iron flame #sawyer fourth wing #imogen fourth wing #mira sorrengail #brennan sorrengail #violet and tairn #tairn and andarna #tairn and sgaeyl #goodreads #live tweeting #quinn fourth wing #liam and sloane

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callsign-joyride · 2 years

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Maybe some fluff of Hangman making fun of rooster for being single…only for him to bring his wife and kids to the Hard Deck the next day.

Piano Man | B.R.B.

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x wife!reader

Content warnings: Just pure fluff

"Come on, Bradshaw. When's the last time you've bought someone a drink? You're so single that it's kind of embarrassing," Hangman said.

"Ease up, Bagman. You bring a different girl home every night. The walls are pretty thin, you know," Coyote said.

Everyone laughed and started joking at Hangman's expense. It only got funnier as Hondo and Maverick joined in on the fun. Some of the things that were said had Fanboy and Bob laughing so hard that they were crying, it was that funny.

"This was fun but I gotta go. I'm so tired," Bradley said. Everyone seemed to buy his excuse, but Phoenix knew that he had to get home to you and Nick.

"Hey, you're meeting us at The Hard Deck tomorrow night, right?" Payback asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh cool. Hey, bring a lady!" Hangman teased. Bradley chuckled and grabbed his stuff before leaving the base and heading home.

You were working on dinner while Nick was playing in the living room. There were times that you could've sworn Nick was a genius. This was one of those times. The driveway wasn't visible from the living room window, but you laughed to yourself as Nick exclaimed that his dad was home and stood in front of the door. You smiled when the door opened and Bradley picked Nick up.

"Oh, you'll love this. Nick, what did you say at preschool today?" You asked during dinner.

"I said fuck!"

When you had picked him up earlier in the day, the conversation with the preschool teacher didn't really surprise you. You couldn't say that you were mad, either. You and Bradley rarely argued, but even when you did, you didn't cuss at each other. Bradley almost choked on his beer from laughing.

"Oh my God. Did he say it at someone?"

"No, she said that he dropped a toy and that's why he said it. I tried so hard not to laugh. We really need to be careful about what we say around him."

A few hours later, Nick was in bed and you were watching a reality show with Bradley.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" He asked.

"Sure."

"So, Hangman was making fun of me earlier. Said that it's embarrassing that I've never picked anyone up from the bar. Everyone is meeting there tomorrow night, and I wanted to ask if you wanted to go with me. I'm sure Nick could go, too."

"Brad, he's four. I've never seen a four-year-old in a bar."

"Hey, I grew up going to tons of bars with my parents and Mav. Look, I know that you have social anxiety. I won't drink and we'll leave when you want to leave. That sound good?"

"Yeah, I'm okay with that."

That was how the three of you ended up in a bar. Well, you weren't in the bar yet. You were still in the Bronco. Bradley figured that it would be better if you got there early, just so that walking through a crowded bar wouldn't overwhelm you and Nick. Bradley smiled as he saw Phoenix and Bob pull up together, and you felt comforted to know that you weren't going to be the only woman there.

The three of you went inside and greeted Penny. Bradley had shown you pictures of the Dagger Squad, so you recognized everyone who walked in. Nick and Bradley were standing near the piano, and you ordered yourself a water before going over to them.

"Who's the lady, Bradshaw?" Hangman asked. Bradley waived you over and put his arm around you.

"This is my wife. And my son is over there with Phoenix."

You couldn't help but laugh as you saw Hangman go slack-jawed. You saw Maverick walk in and smiled in his direction. Rooster and Phoenix stood by the piano, and you watched as he sat Nick in front of him. Phoenix unplugged the jukebox and Rooster started to play the beginning of Piano Man by Billy Joel.

"Hey, Rooster, you big stud!" You yelled.

"That's me, honey!"

"Take me to bed or lose me forever."

With a chuckle, Rooster said, "Show me the way home, honey."

Penny and Maverick had been looking in your direction, and Phoenix snapped a quick photo as you went over and sat on Rooster's lap. Maverick was starting to tear up as he watched the three of you have your moment.

The three of you didn't leave until shortly after dark because Nick wanted to play on the beach. Rooster put everyone's shoes in the Bronco and he laughed as you and Nick chased him down the beach, eventually tackling him.

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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The Bet

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Top Gun Gang, f!reader (Bob x reader if you squint)

Word Count: 2404

TW: Teasing, Mocking, Bets/Gambling, Flashing

Top Gun Masterlist

Everyone had their own opinion about Rooster's mustache. Some people hated it, some people loved it, and some people were indifferent towards it. But everyone knew well enough to keep their opinions to themselves. Everyone that was, except for Hangman.

The cocky pilot never missed an opportunity to tease Rooster mercilessly about his choice of facial hair. Whether it was his go-tos of calling it a pornstache or saying he was a 70's wannabe, or going for the more rude and hurtful jabs when he was in a particularly nasty mood, Hangman never failed to make a comment.

As with anything that came out of Hangman's mouth, Rooster brushed it off and tried to ignore it. However, you and Bob seemed to be the only ones who saw the truth behind his cool facade. It bothered him, possibly more than Rooster would even admit to himself. But it wasn’t until Bob and you happened to stumble across an old article about a Top Gun RIO's tragic death years ago, that it all made sense.

As soon as you had seen the multiple photos in the article everything had become clear as day. Even before you had read the man’s name, you recognized him immediately. Rooster and his father looked strikingly similar, and it wouldn’t come as a shock if you learned that a few of Rooster's favorite Hawaiian shirts had also belonged to his late father. It seemed as though Rooster had clung to these few small characteristics of his dad as a way to keep him closer to him.

However, this meant that anytime Hangman was teasing Rooster about his mustache, it meant he was really also making fun of his deceased father. No wonder he always seemed so upset! You wanted to go confront Hangman about the situation right then and there, but Bob managed to talk you out of it. It was Rooster’s choice to share the truth and until he decided to do so, it wasn’t your place to step in. And you knew he was right. So, you both agreed to keep Rooster’s secret.

But it was much easier said than done. With this new information in mind, the next time Hangman started teasing Rooster about his mustache, you snapped. Leaping from your chair, you began storming over to finally shut Hangman up once and for all when Bob grabbed your arm, halting your charge.

As he pulled you in close, he murmured, "Don't. Remember, there's a reason Rooster has never mentioned his dad no matter how bad the taunts get. He doesn't want people to know and if you reveal it in front of everyone, you're doing just as much harm as Hangman."

You glanced towards the pool table where Hangman was sneering at the other pilot while Rooster's jaw clenched, and his nostrils flared. As much as you wanted to come to your friend's defense, Bob was right. If Rooster revealed he wore the mustache because of his dead dad, not even Hangman would dare make fun of him for it. But he had always remained silent on the matter which meant he didn’t want people to know. Which also meant you had no right to share that fact.

You turned to Bob. "Well, what do we do? We can't just keep watching Hangman torment him over this day after day."

Bob shot you a small smile. "I have a plan, but I'll need your help…."

When Hangman walked into The Hard Deck the next night, Bob and you were already there. With your hands on the pool cue and Bob's hands on yours, he had his arms wrapped around you as you both leaned across the pool table.

Hangman chuckled as he approached, "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Is Bob finally making a move on Sparky? It's about time you manned up and went for it."

You rolled your eyes. "For your information, Bob is just giving me some pointers on improving my game, not that it's any of your business."

"Oh, wow, Bob, I didn't know you were good at pool," Hangman smirked sarcastically.

You straightened up and crossed your arms over your chest. "That's because you always hog the table or steal the cue from him anytime he wants to play."

"Sparky, it's okay. He's not worth it," Bob muttered as he tried to drag you away from the table, but you jerked your arm away.

"No! I'm sick of this douchebag thinking he can get away with anything he wants! The way he treats you, the way he lords over the bar, the way he teases Rooster, I've had enough!"

"Sparks…" Bob tried again but now it was Hangman's turn to speak up.

"You have a problem with how I act, then maybe you should do something about it."

"Maybe I will," you sneered back.

"Yeah? What?"

You linked your arm through Bob's. "We challenge you to a game of pool."

"We do?" Bob asked in surprise.

You nodded. "We do."

Hangman chuckled. "Only one problem with that, princess. This is a two-player game."

You deflated for a moment before perking back up. "Fine. Then Bob challenges you to a game of pool."

"I what?" Bob asked, even more taken aback than before.

"Bob? You're placing all of your hopes of showing me up on Bob?" Hangman asked with a scoff.

Bob started to protest, but you quickly silenced him. "Yes."

Hangman shrugged. "Alright, it's your funeral. So, what are we playing for?"

You thought it over for a moment. "How about a demand? Nothing sexual and nothing permanent, so no tattoos or anything like that. But the winner can demand the loser do something. It can be something physical like dyeing their hair or shaving their eyebrows, or it can be an action like buying their beers from now on or doing all their grunt work for the next month."

Grinning, Hangman nodded. "I like it. But, since this is as much of your challenge as it is Bob's, if he loses, I get a demand from each of you."

Once again, Bob tried to object but you cut him off. "Fine. But if he wins, both of us get our own demands."

"Fine. We have a deal." Hangman thrust out his hand and you took it, squeezing it harder than necessary. He grinned and said, "Let's rack 'em up!"

The game began pretty much as you and Bob expected. Hangman started out extremely confident, even staring directly at you and winking as he took the break shot. You rolled your eyes, but he just chuckled and went on to sink two balls before it was Bob’s turn. But what Hangman didn’t realize was that you hadn’t been exaggerating about Bob’s skills. His dad had bought a pool table when he was seven and he had taught Bob how to play. Since then, Bob had spent hours upon hours playing since, as a shy kid, it was something he could do on his own. Which was why he had suggested this plan to you the day before.

You both knew no matter what you said or how you praised Bob’s skills, Hangman would underestimate the WSO’s pool playing abilities and he would jump at the chance to show the two of you up. So, you had charged ahead, egging him on like you were known to do, while Bob had pretended to be hesitant about the idea. All had gone exactly as Bob had predicted.

And as he stepped up to the table and perfectly sunk his first ball, you watched the smile on Hangman’s face flicker slightly. And by Bob’s third ball, his smile had dropped into a scowl. He glanced over at where you were leaning against one of the tables and you shot him a satisfied smirk. His eyes narrowed as he took his place at the table for his next turn, all the playfulness and swagger from before now gone. With total concentration, he sunk two more of his balls.

The game moved back and forth, ball after ball landing in the side pockets until the only two remaining on the table were the cue ball and the eight ball. And unfortunately, it was Hangman’s turn.

If he managed to sink the eight ball, it was all over. Not only would he continue to torment Rooster, but he would also be able to force both you and Bob to give him some unimaginable demand. And that was not an option. So, as he leaned over to line up his shot, you lifted up your shirt.

Hangman almost didn’t notice what you were doing until he pulled back the cue to shoot. But at the last second, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, and he glanced up to see you flashing him. A coy smile spread across your face as you saw Hangman's slack-jawed expression. You were wearing your sheer lace push-up bra and you were sure he had a perfect view of everything (after years of military service, you had lost any sense of modesty or embarrassment with others seeing your body so you didn’t care). You glanced over Hangman's shoulder to see Bob staring holes into the floor as his face and neck glowed a deep red. He might not have thought of this part of the plan, but you knew he wouldn't be able to deny its effectiveness.

Hangman leaned forward, his eyes still glued to your chest. However, when he did, it caused the pool cue to bump into the cue ball and send it lazily rolling, ending up nowhere near the eight ball. With a satisfied grin on your face, you lowered your shirt.

Hangman blinked then looked back at the table to see the ball slowly come to a stop. His head jerked back up as he glared at you. “Hey! That was cheating!”

You chuckled. “Oh, grow up, Hangman. You’re a fighter pilot. You should be able to ignore a distraction…. Or two.” You winked at him before saying, “I believe it’s Bob’s turn.”

He continued to glare at you, but he moved aside to let Bob shoot. And with perfect aim, Bob sank the eight ball, winning the game. You hurried over and threw your arms around his neck. He stiffened immediately under your embrace, and you knew he was still thinking about what you had done to help him win. But after a moment, he hugged you back.

The sound of Hangman throwing his pool cue across the room quickly made you break apart. Turning to the fuming pilot, you smirked. “Hey! Bob won fair and square! I never made a sound or touched you or the table.”

Hangman sighed loudly. “Fine. So, what do you two want?”

You and Bob exchanged a gleeful smile.

Rooster and Phoenix had been away on an assignment and extra training for the past week, and as they walked into The Hard Deck on their first night back, Rooster couldn't figure out why everyone was staring and pointing at him. Yet, it didn't look like it was out of mocking or cruelty, but more out of excitement or anticipation.

As they headed over to the pool table, they saw you and Bob in the middle of a game, which was strange since Hangman usually laid claim to the table every night. But now that Rooster thought about it, he didn't see Hangman anywhere.

Both of you lit up as you saw the pair approaching and you put down your cues as you said, "Welcome back guys! We thought you had another two days before you returned."

Phoenix shook her head. "We were able to complete training a little early, so they moved up the assignment date. What have you guys been up to?"

You and Bob exchanged sly looks before you said, "Oh, not much. Just a little fun and games. But, we mustache you a question."

Rooster froze. He was used to Hangman picking on him for his mustache, but he never imagined you or Bob would ever stoop that low. But instead of getting mad, he slowly asked, "What?"

"Have you seen Bagman yet?" Bob asked.

Phoenix looked around for the blond before saying, "No. Where is he?"

You pointed to the far corner of the bar and Rooster and Phoenix turned to look. It took them a moment, but finally they noticed him hunched over in the back booth, his hands wrapped around his beer and his dour expression partially hidden behind a mustache that looked exactly like Rooster's.

Both returning pilots stared at him in disbelief before Rooster finally managed to stutter, "Wh-what the hell is that about?"

You grinned. "He lost a bet against Bob and me, so he has to have that for a month. Plus, we made sure he isn't allowed to say anything to you about yours anymore."

Rooster stared at you stunned. "How?"

You threw your arm around Bob's shoulder and drew him in close to your side. "Thanks to Bob's genius plan and a little 'flash' of improvisation on my part."

Rooster saw Bob's face instantly flush dark red, as he quickly looked at the floor at your choice of words and Rooster could tell there was more to the story than you were saying. However, instead of prying, he just smiled at the two of you. “I don’t know what you did but thank you. It’ll be a relief to not hear his constant comments about it. It was starting to get on my nerves.”

Bob and you exchanged a knowing glance but didn’t say anything about it. Instead, you offered out the pool cue. “Do you guys want to play two-on-two? I will warn you, Bob is really good.”

Phoenix smiled. “Really? I didn’t know that. But, no offense, I’m a pro at pool. I doubt you can beat me.”

You elbowed Bob playfully. “Wanna bet?”

Before she could answer, Rooster interrupted with a grin. “Before we agree to something I have a feeling we will come to regret, I’m gonna go empty the tank.” He headed towards the bathrooms in the back of the bar, shaking his head as he heard the three of you arguing about potential wagers.

As he passed by the table Hangman was sitting at, Rooster nodded at the other man. “Hey, Hangman. You look good."

"Fuck you, Bradshaw."

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