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neoarchipelago · 8 months
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A/N: Was this scheduled? No. Did I wrote it? Yes. I have a blank page problem right now and went out to an amusement park last weekend. My own hormones have made me fantasize and throw together this shit. Please have mercy on me at this point.
Warnings: (f! Reader x Simon) ADULT CONTENT. 18+ pregancy talk, breeding kink, cursing, p in v. Oral receiving. Slight blood, biting.
Simon never wanted to be a father. Too much baggage and trauma, too much fear of never having a good role model to be a good father. You had talked about it. You had long conversations. And even if you were understanding, accepted this fate, saying that he was all you could ever wish for, words hitting him like a mix of pain and pleasure, he saw the hint of sadness behind your eyes. 
He had tried to be extremely soft, and passionate for months after those discussions, trying to show you how much he loved you. 
So here he was. Black t-shirt tight around his torso, mask on and black cargo pants. Looking at the large group of recruits in front of him. Price Laswell and another higher up beside him as the last warnings were given. 
Soldiers and their families had been offered a full day at an amusement park the military had privatized for the occasion. 
As much as he tried to remain professional, his eyes often turned to you, pretty little excitement sprawled across your face, almost jumping in place. Jeans shorts and tank top with your little backpack, hair messily tied up. Soap was a menace next to you, already giving him a headache. But you were such a lovely sight. 
When finally, the briefing was over and everyone made their merry way into the park, Price, Laswell and Ghost walked towards the group. Laswell joined her wife and so did Price, the two little munchkins jumping at the sight of their dad. You immediately rushed to Ghost's side as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Soap was practically bursting at the seams with excitement, gaz not too far behind causing Price's kids to be overexcited. Ghost sent them a warning look before everyone headed for the first attraction. 
The morning went smoothly, Soap and Gaz betting on who would handle the worst roller coasters while Price and his wife indulged in some of them, as you accepted to look over the kids during the ride time. The kids were thrilled to simply spend time with their Uncle Ghost, sometimes joined by Soap and Gaz, for small carousels or mild roller coasters. The parents were thankful and indulged in some time without taking care of the kids too much. 
It was what first started bugging him. The way you were happily cleaning up Kyle's chin as ice cream had dripped down. The look in your eyes made something burn in him. Or the way the little Lily munched on a few fries in your arms while you made sure her little hat was secured and her skin hadn't been too touched by the sun. 
He didn't mind at all John's kids. He even liked spending time and taking care of them, feeling a sense of protectiveness over the small cute beings. He sometimes grumbled that Soap and Gaz were even harder to take care of than John's well behaved kids. 
Something else bothered him. Not the little heart strings being pulled when he saw you smiled at him when he won two plushies for the kids. He was almost sure you looked at him with something between happiness, adoration and pure fucking need. He was almost taken aback by it but also by the way he absolutely adored seeing that look on your face. That same look that seemed to show up more and more through the day, as he held Kyle on his shoulders, or held Lily as she fed on her bottle.
But it vanished quite quickly. When another recruit whispered to you that the lieutenant seemed to be the perfect dad and you two would be amazing parents. He had heard. Of course he did. He was a trained soldier with years of experience and trauma. 
After that, you had avoided eye contact when he held up the kid unless it was a polite smile or kind smile. You'd turn to the child in his hold for something but ignore his gaze on you. You weren't exactly sad. Something else was laced with your new avoidance. It was growing on his nerves. That and the new intrusive thoughts of you, holding a child. The image far in his mind, a high resemblance with you and a mix of him. 
He could feel his fists clench as the images rushed through his mind. You, glowing under the sun, swollen with his child. The idea mixed with his fear. He tried to pull you closer to him as you held the little girl, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest as the little girl reached for his mask without an ounce of fear in her eyes. He could feel your breath hitch and the shiver that ran through you. His hand reached for the little girl's cheek, barely pinching, making the girl giggle. The soft skin against rough calloused one, hands that saw more horrors than the child would ever witness. 
"S..Simon?" You stuttered, turning your head to send a questioning look. 
He didn't answer, only dropping a kiss on your head through the mask. The idea crept in his mind, nesting there and haunting his mind. Price noticed. Of course he did. He knew Simon all too well, even through the mask. 
"Ghost. What's on your mind?" He asked, sitting on the bench next to him. 
Simon remained silent, eyes looking at you as you ate the soft cloudy pink thing in your hand. 
"If you keep looking at her like that she'll notice." He teased. 
"She wants kids." Simon blurted out. 
"And you don't.." Price deduced. Simon groaned, closing his eyes. "Simon. Talk to me." Price added. 
"I… shit." Simon felt the frustration grow. "I'll never be a good father. Fuck. I don't know what's a good father." 
"Now you're hurting my pride and feelings." Price added. 
Simon's head snapped towards the man who arbourded one of his signature smiles. 
"I didn't mean… Price, you're an amazing father." Simon caught himself. 
"I wouldn't say amazing. No one's perfect." He clarified, straightening himself. "But I try." He smirked. "Simon. It is your decision whether or not you want to have kids, and her decisions to accept it or not. But don't take that decision based on your past. You are not that man." He said, eyes locking into Simon's one. "I'd like to think, I raised you all to be better than that." He joked. 
He was right. Price was the closest thing to a father he ever had. The best role model he could think of. It didn't erase the fear of it all. But a tiny part of his brain was unlocked, one that might see himself with a baby later on. Price patted his back, smiling again before getting up to join his wife. Simon tried to look at you, falling into your pretty eyes. He frowned at the worried look on your features. He straightened himself, subtly patting his thigh. He cursed under his breath watching you obediently skip to him to sit on his lap. 
"Are you.. ok, Simon?" You asked, a low voice. 
"I'm ok baby. Are you ok love? " he asked as well. You looked away for a second, making him slightly squeeze your thigh. "Talk to me Y/N." He insisted. 
You bit your lip before looking up at him with your pretty soft eyes. 
"I'm sorry…" you whispered. 
"You're sorry baby?" He frowned. "Tell me why." 
"For.. I mean.. I've been with the kids all day so far.." you stumbled on your explanation. 
"Yes. You have, why are you apologizing about that?" He was confused. 
"I know… you don't want kids… we've talked about it. I don't want to annoy you by playing mama-" 
He groaned, eyes shutting closed. Images of you playing 'mama' making his cock twitch in his pants. Now where did this new attraction come from? 
"I'm sorry Simon!" You whined. His eyes snapped open.
"No baby. I'm not mad. I'm not annoyed.. don't think that." He reassured, his hand leaving your thigh to softly caress your cheek. 
"You're… not?" You asked, a slight hint of relief in your voice. 
"Of course not baby. Shit… you've been.. beautiful, playing mama.." he hissed. 
He watched you blink, with a little shocked expression on your face. You tilted your head slightly. 
"What..?" You asked. 
"So fucking pretty… with Lily at your hip.." Simon groaned again, face burying in your neck, his pants getting uncomfortable. You shivered slightly. 
"S-simon…" you whined a bit. "There's… people…" 
As if on cue with your words, his hand caressed your thighs, featherlight fingers up and down your skin, sometimes too close to the burning heat growing in between your legs. He was supposed to behave. Just like he had instructed the recruits this morning at the briefing. But you looked tempting. And the new images in his head, him fucking his seed deep in you, with the slight possibility of watching you later on with your own baby. He was a pleaser after all. Your hands squeezed slightly his shoulders, trying to squirm nearer to him. 
"Fuck.." he cursed against your neck. "Need you baby.." he growled against your ear. 
"We… the car.." you tried, making him grin at your already hazy mind, just from the thought of him fucking you. 
"No. Too long." He shook his head. He tapped your thigh lightly to make you stand, as you looked at him with a questioning look. He intertwined the tip of your fingers with his, barely pulling you forwards in front of him, your obvious compliance making him eager. He made you walk, sending a last glance to the group as Price caught his eye, shaking his head playfully at him. 
His hand on the small of your back as he guided you towards the nearest 'staff only' door. 
"S..sir, you can't-" 
Simon threw a death glare to the poor employee who simply walked away, pretending not to have seen anything. You were softly pushed inside, the door closing behind the both of you.
"Simon-" 
He had already lifted his mask above his nose, hands cupping your cheeks as he kissed your lips softly. A sigh escaped him, as if he finally felt the tension release from his muscles. You stepped closer to him, hands on his chest, a burning touch that made him crave more. Perhaps you were the sun, burning brightly for him, and he was Icarus, with the only goal to fly to you, no matter if you burn down his wings. He made sure to wrap his arm around your waist, the other hand cupping the back of your head as he pushed you back against the wall. Once he was sure you were safely against the wall, his hands now caressed your body freely, pushing and pulling at your clothes, only aching to feel your skin against his. 
You were already whimpering, your hands slipping under his shirt, nails softly scratching his lower back giving him goosebumps. He ached for more. Needed to feel you. His hand pulled on your top with a rougher pull, freeing your perky breast. 
"Simon! Someone could… walk in-" your complaints turned into a moan as his mouth found your sensitive nipple. You pushed forward your chest, giving him more access. 
"So willing for me princess…" he groaned against your skin. You whined, hand at the back of his neck, trying your best to stifle your moan. His cock was painfully hard, images of you pregnant with his child only bringing him over the edge of control. He kneeled suddenly as you gasped, his hands undoing your short's button and zipper with expertise before pulling them down with your panties. He lifted one of your legs making you grab onto his shoulders to keep balance. 
"Need to taste you.." 
His hands hooked under your legs, wrapping around your ass before he planted a soft kiss on your naked lips. He could almost make such a sinful act look like the purest of them all. His eyes looked up at you, the sight of him down on his knees, mouth against your already soaked pussy made you whine pornographicly. His eyes were firmly planted into yours as his tongue slowly darted out, almost lazily, licking a stripe across your folds, not dipping in. You whimpered at the sight, your hands meeting the side of his face as you looked down at him lovingly, abandon written all over your gaze. 
He groaned, closing his eyes, feeling unworthy of such dedication. His tongue pushed past your lips, tasting you as he groaned, feeling the wetness of his boxers as his cock leaked precum. He swirled the tip of his tongue on your puffy clit a few times, delicately before losing once again all control. He ate you like his life depended on it, his hips thrusting forwards slightly at a higher moan from you. 
"Simon!" You hissed, scolding him from making you be so loud. 
You weren't truly mad. How could you when his tongue was dragging you to the pits of hell where he sat on his throne ready to fuck you just like you like it. He was your devil, your beast, the one you'd happily sin for, give in your soul and life to. You shut your eyes, feeling the familiar high approaching. You whined his name, but he knew. Of course he knew. One would say you were an open book to him. He'd say you were a holy scripture. You'd say that he was the only one able to decipher you. 
When you felt your body shake, stars behind your eyelids from pleasure and your hand hitting the wall behind, Simon's grip tightened on you, making sure to hold you up. You were panting when he pulled back, licking his lips greedily. He let his forehead fall against your stomach as his fingers traced down lazily to your still pulsating pussy. Two fingers at your entrance, toying with you before slowly pushing inside. 
"Simon… ah.. please.." you moaned, unable to keep your level down. 
He thrusted slowly, making sure to stretch you slightly, preparing your tightness to him. The impatience was killing him. Now was too much. His fingers left your heat, his tongue lapping at his fingers as he moaned against them. He got up, kissing you again, tongue demanding and dominating. His hand flew to his belt unbuckling it single handedly without breaking the kiss. Your breath hitched at the sound of it. 
"Need to have you now… need to fuck you.." he said, his voice deeper and tone darker. The heavy contrast with the screams and laughter from outside of the door. Yes. Your devil. 
But as he lifted you up, hands hooking underneath your knees, his tip at your entrance- when did he even?!- you snapped into reality. 
"Simon wait! We don't have any condoms!" You yelped. 
Condoms? Ah yes… you had stopped the pill two months ago for some hormonal problem. Shit… his mind went blank, neurons gone to play cards or something while the little naughty thoughts of his newly found kinks spurred his nerves. He bottomed out in one thrust, your wetness helping but the stretch and burn still present as you yelped. 
"Si.." you tried to shake him out of his trance. 
"Shh.. baby, let go… it's ok…" he shushed, hips thrusting up into slow movements, easing the burn and letting his fat cock rub against your walls the way he knows you like it. You were trying to keep a stern face, trying to scold him, but you'd lie if you'd say his behavior didn't truly turn you on. The position only helped him grind your clit, sending little electricity waves up your spine. When he finally had your brain into a cockdrunk mush, he grinned, picking up the pace. Your hands holding on to dear life around his shoulders as you whined and moaned loudly, eyes glossy and brows furrowed in a little pout. 
"That's it baby… good girl… god you look so pretty, fuck, look so pretty taking this fat cock…" he groaned, making you squeeze around him, second orgasm way too close already. How did he even get you there so fast? He was damned skilled but shit… the way he looked at you. Logic gone, pupils dilated, muscles flexing underneath your palms. He looked ready to devour you… or devote himself to you. At this point you were sure both were knotted into a messy curse. What had happened to have him completely lose himself? Risk it all for a wild fuck? 
A ping sadness coursed through you, probably flashing through your eyes as he thrusted deeper once to grab your attention. 
"What's wrong baby?" He panted, slowing down his pace to slow, longing thrusts. 
"You're… ah…Si… you're risking.. a lot…" you whined, trying to focus through the pleasure. He was. He definitely was. And he loved it. Loved the idea to fill you up with his seed and pump you full until he was sure to see you round with his- 
"God.. fuck." He cursed loudly, craving giving him goosebumps as he slammed roughly into you. His mind was dirty talking him into a mess. "Yes. Shit. I'm risking it. I want it. Fuck. I need it." He chanted. 
The heat rose to your cheeks, you didn't know if his words did something, but you came hard, unable to keep the loud moan echoing through the room. 
"Wh..what..? Simon!" You tried to gather your thoughts. 
A little tsk escaped him. Now that wouldn't do. He needed to up his game. You were thinking too much. His face was close to yours. Eyes boring into your very soul that you knew he had a chokehold on. 
"Did I fucking stutter? You've been so pretty today…" he growled. "Acting like a mama with the kids… shit… been trying to stop myself from bending you over the, fuuuck… nearest surface just to breed this pretty little cunt.." you were going to talk. Say something but he cut you off. "We'll talk… not now… focus on me. Let me make you feel good… enjoy the feeling… the idea of me stuffing you full of my cum.." he rasped against the skin of your neck. 
A curse, a jinx. Perhaps a devil but also some old god that came to ensnare you. You obeyed. Willingly give in. Entrusting him. The idea blooming in your mind, his eyes trapping you in that familiar feeling of no one else in the world but the two of you. No more laughs and screaming from outside. Nothing more but the two of you, the feeling of his length splitting you open at a reckless pace. 
"Good girl… there you go.." he praised, feeling you relax in his arms, finally unable to think of anything else but him. Your legs were shaking from the overstimulation, the grinding of your clit making you jolt slightly, tears overwhelming you. 
"S'good.. so… good…" you whined, tears running down your cheeks now. 
"Yes baby… shit, so fucking good… you're doing good." His thrusts were sloppier, the sound of skin slapping and the sound of wetness filled the air. You were going to cum again, that one would wreck you. But wasn't this Simon's favorite pastime? Wreck you. Ruin you until the only thing on your mind is him. 
"Si-" you moaned hiding in his neck. 
"I know baby… I know… me too… s'close.." he moaned as he let his head back, giving you access to his neck. You nudged the fabric of the mask with your nose, just enough to show skin you could sink your teeth into as he made you bounce on his cock like you weighed nothing. 
"You gonna cum for me? Milk my cock deep in you?" You moaned pitifully as an answer. "Yes you are mama… make me so proud of how well you're taking me…" 
His new found nickname he found for you made something in you snap. You sank your teeth into his neck, the pain making him groan and jolt his hips up, hitting that sweet spot of yours. Now he was focused. Had a goal. His hips slamming into you at the perfect angle to make you crumble. And you were going to. He could feel it. His own high dangerously close. 
"Cum with me mama… milk daddy and keep it all inside baby…" he cooed with a hiss as you bit another spot on his neck. 
You shuddered around him, hips trembling trying to meet his thrusts, not that you needed it. The next wave of pleasure was blinding, your whines lost in sobs, nails digging into his back through the shirt, teeth drawing tiny droplets of blood on his neck. The loud curse, followed by moans as his sticky warm cum filled you up so deeply made your mind dizzy, your hearing gone for a few seconds. 
He remained like this as you both tried to breathe the same air. His cock deep in you, plugging you full.
"Simon.." you sobbed. 
He shushed you, lulled you in his arms, rocking left and right. 
"Did so good baby… proud of you." He kissed your hair, slipping out of you before quickly putting you down on your feet, helping you stand before kneeling to help you slip back your panties and shorts back on. He zipped them up and buttoned the jean fabric. 
"Darling… I'm still dripping with your cum…" you whined through a hiccup. 
He let you slowly back against the wall just enough to shove his cock back in his briefs, closing his cargo pants. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. He looked around the room, now taking in your surroundings, some kind of storage rooms for props. An old couch in a fairy tale against a wall. He picked you up bridal style, walking to the piece of furniture before sitting down, cradling you in his lap. He hugged you tight, praises kissing your skin. 
"Simon… where did that come from…" you tried making him look at you. 
"I…" he tried, clearing his voice. The reality of what he did hit him. "I've been watching you with the kids all day… don't know, what came over me…" he said, in some sort of apology. 
"It's.. I'll get a plan B…" you mumbled. 
"No-" he hurried. You looked at him in shock. "Listen… we'll talk about this… I, need to talk about this again. I don't know if I changed my mind, but I definitely… like, the idea of you bearing my child." He spoke, voice strained, unsure of his own words, feelings running across his mind at full speed. 
"We'll talk about it then… but.. this" you blushed, squeezing your thighs together, feeling the way your panties were soaked with a mix of the both of you. "It happened…" 
"Yeah… it did. I think… we still have a bit of time to think about it… doesn't have to be now. We'll talk at home. Just.. sorry I lost my shit." He apologized. 
"I like it…" you whispered. His heart jumped. 
"Oh mama… don't make me bend you over the couch…" he warned. 
You giggled. He kissed your lips, your cheeks, your nose, nuzzled against your neck. Yes. You'd talk about it. You had to. He had to face every possible consequence of his actions. And make up his mind. He kept you in his arms for a long half an hour, making you giggle and cuddling you close to him. When he finally stood up with you, watching close your eyes and bite your lip, probably at the sensation of his seed dripping into your panties, he fought the need to simply fuck you again, or put you in his car and drive home to keep you in bed for the rest of the weekend. 
"Simon! No!" You scolded. 
You had seen his gaze. You knew that burning gaze. He smirked before pulling down his mask, walking to the door with you. The sun was blinding, the noise of the park bringing you back to the real world. Simon glared again at the poor employee who immediately looked away. He held your hand as you both walked through the park, looking for the rest of the group. Soap was the first one to notice you, loudly calling you, bringing your attention to the group. 
"Hey! Where have you guys been?! Ghost you gotta ride that roller coaster with me!" He excitedly blurted out. Ghost sighed, making Soap roll his eyes with an overdramatic groan. 
"Come on Y/N! You're coming then! You splash in the water after" He smirked at you. 
Ghost tightened his hold on you, hand swiftly wrapping around your waist. 
"I think Y/N needs a moment of rest. I think she's wet enough…" John's wife said, a teasing look towards you, making you blush madly. 
"What are you talking about? She's totally dry…" Soap argued with a frown, looking at her and then at you and your blushing face. His eyes widened when his mind snapped things together. He stepped back, widening his stance to point a finger at Ghost. 
"You naughty rascal! In an amusement park?! After telling us to behave?!" He almost yelled. 
You hid your face in your hands. Little Kyle turned his attention to Soap while Lily giggled in her mom's arms. 
"Soap…" Ghost warned. 
"You're an animal." Soap shook his head, emphasizing the last word. 
Ghost smirked underneath his mask. Lily leaned forward, grabby hands towards Ghost. His eyes softened picking up the girl in his arms, slowly rocking her. Soap had gone from his rant to being scolded by Price for being so loud as Gaz laughed and John's wife tended to her son. Simon looked down at you, freezing on the spot. The look of lust, craving and desire in your eyes. Perhaps… This was getting interesting. 
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empresskylo · 9 months
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would you do headcanons if price was readers boyfriend?! 🫶🫶😮‍💨
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⋆。°✩ CONTENT WARNINGS | afab!reader, she/her pronouns used, feminine pet names used, smutty content at the end
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♡ such the gentleman. he asked you out on a proper date when he realized you both were feeling something for one another. even tho it’s really hard to do/find the time whilst working, he managed to do something cute for you.
♡ possessiveeeee! even before you were dating, when he knew he liked you, he’d act all possessive over you. all the other men knew to stay away from you or they’d get on price's bad side (they’re so dramatic). so even now, he likes to have his claim over you and makes sure everyone knows you’re his.
♡ that doesn't mean the men didn't tease him a lil bit--and by men, i mean gaz. he would team up with you a lot, or be a lil extra touchy with you in front of price, just to see him get pissed. but price couldn't really do much about it because you two weren't dating and you didn't even know he was into you like that. ♡ gaz looked at you, smirking, and you felt one of your eyebrows raise. he walked closer to you and decided to help you get situated for your upcoming mission. he was giving you a hand in securing your tactical gear, making the process go faster, when price approached. "I think she's got it." gaz looked up at him and gave him a knowing smile. "just trying to speed things up, cap." price's jaw tightened, having no choice but to keep moving unless he wanted to explain just why he was annoyed at gaz doing something so innocent as helping you.
♡ speaking of being possessive, he is also very proud to be with you. he doesn’t find the need to keep your relationship a secret even if he knows people will judge you both for it (you’re so much younger, he’s your superior, etc). he wants everyone to know.
♡ and he’s not afraid of some pda. he’ll give you little kisses randomly that catch you off guard (especially if you’re a soldier under his rank). there have been times when the others teased you about it. obviously, price didn’t care, but you always got flustered. “i’ll be back at the barrics,” price directed to you and soap who both gave him a curt nod. price leaned down towards you and before you could question him, he placed a kiss on your lips. he smirked when he pulled away, your eyes wide, your face warming. price turned to leave and soap burst into a fit of giggles. “ugh, how old are you?” you asked soap irritated, but your cheeks were inflamed and your heart was racing with something similar to embarrassment. ♡ he’s possessive, but not in an over-the-top way. like he’s not gonna freak out if he sees you talking to another guy, or if you’re wearing something skimpy. my guy is secure in himself (maybe even a little too much sometimes) and he knows no one is quite as good as him. he doesn’t worry about you leaving him.
♡ uses all the pet names for you. you were honestly impressed he managed to find so many to call you. love, doll, baby, sweet girl, baby girl, princess, lass, honey, babe, little one, brat, pet, kitten (you may have threw a shoe at him when he called you that), queen, lovely, sweetness, sweetheart, sunshine. the list goes on.
♡ he also began to call you such random shit that makes you laugh. munchkin, cutest lil lady, little foot, shorty, pipsqueak. (basically anything silly that gave off dad energy)
♡ keeps polaroids of you in his wallet <3
♡ had your name engraved in his favorite knife. also has your name engraved on a simple silver bracelet that he always wears.
♡ speaking of jewelry, he got you a locket with a picture of the two of you in it. you gave it to him to wear once when he was gonna be away from you for quite a while. he never took it off.
♡ he likes to get you flowers all the fucking time. roses, peonies, tulips, the whole lot. you’ve run out of places to put them.
♡ has been known to squat when he sees you getting tired and refusing to move until you get on his back so he can carry you.
♡ whenever he wraps his arms around you--usually when he’s spacing out--he pulls you into his chest and rests his chin on your head. his fingers will fiddle with the hem of your shirt and give you goosebumps at the tiny tickles on your skin.
♡ really likes to cuddle. he’s always reaching for you when you sit or lie down together. he wants to pull you into him. he likes to be the big spoon. you always wake up tangled in each others arms.
♡ he always lets you wear his clothes. he actually prefers it when you do. you sleep in his t-shirt. you’ll wear his hoodies. if it’s cold out he’ll take his coat off and wrap you in it. or sometimes he’ll let you wrap your arms around him and then he’ll wrap his coat around the both of you.
♡ he always falls asleep first. he'll have you pulled into his chest as you both watch tv and honestly, like 10 minutes will go by and you'll say something and he wont respond. when you tilt your head up you notice he's already out cold.
♡ and even tho he's asleep, like a superpower he can sense when you move away from him. so if you try to get up, his grip on you tightens and he'll pull you into him, rolling over with you trapped in his arms.
♡ he is always up first too. and he will often times bring you breakfast or coffee in bed. if he has to leave before you, you'll wake to find a hot coffee or tea sitting on your nightstand waiting for you.
♡ he is obsessed with your hair. he's always stroking it, or tucking it behind your ear. he likes to run his fingers through it when you're cuddling or when you're hugging him tightly. he loves when you let him wash it too.
♡ you asked him to brush it for you once while you were getting ready one day and he was just standing there watching you. he did so and was very gentle and took his time. ever since then, he loves when you let him brush your hair. it's such a random but intimate act for him.
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♡ pleasure dom! he is super dominant in bed but is also really in tune with your body and making sure you're always enjoying yourself. he gets off by getting you off.
♡ he’s really good at making you come. like, you'd think he made it his life's mission to make you feel good. and seeing you in pleasure is what always gets him going. he cant finish unless he watches you finish first.
♡ he’s so good at what he does that he’s been known to get you off over your clothes. it takes him no time at all to make you come if he wants. usually he likes to drag it out tho. and he likes to overstimulate you.
♡ nights will oftentimes consist of you fully naked while he fingers you, having already orgasmed once, and him still fully clothed. something about that power dynamic drives him crazy.
♡ he softly degrades you. “look how fuckin’ desperate you are for me, love” “this what you’ve been thinkin’ bout all day? my fingers thrusting inside you, hm? nothing else going on in that pretty little head of yours.” “oh, com’on princess, you know you have to come at least twice before i’ll give you my cock. so are you gonna be a good girl and come on my tongue one more time? yeah, i know you can handle it.”
♡ likes to hold your hand during sex. he’s eating you out? his hand is laced with one of yours. you’re sucking his dick? he grabs your hand and traces patterns aimlessly, trying not to come too fast. he’s fucking you missionary? either one or both of his hands are locked with yours. he’s fucking you from behind? he’s pulled you up against his chest, covering your hand resting against your stomach with his own.
♡ he likes when you give him blow jobs. and he enjoys praising you during it, watching as you clench your thighs from his panting words.
♡ you’ll have his cock in your mouth and he’s muttering how good you feel. he hunches over, his arms lazily resting over your shoulders, his forehead resting against the top of yours. he’ll groan and grunt, “fuck, baby, that feels so good.” “god, don’t stop, love.” “look what you do to me.” “i’m gonna fuck you so hard after this, baby.”
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salaciousdoll · 7 months
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・˳ . ⋆ Featuring CEO! Shunsui kyōraku x Chubby!Fem!reader・˳ . ⋆
୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Be advised to the warnings of an alternative universe with smut, degradation and praise kink explored here, deep throating, throat fuck, words of encouragement, spit bubbles, bdsm( tied by the hands and his tie around your neck), gagging, hair pulling, throat bulge, heavy and big Shunsui, hairy mention, choking, pet names such as strawberry, darling, etc.), detailed in the smell of his musk, mention of cum going in different places, this is just a little something to see if I can actually write for him, upside down on the table taking his dick in your mouth( don’t know the position), 18+ so minors pleas leave the premises as of this moment. Wc: 929
ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•゚Note from salacious : just wanted to prep myself to write for him before my chaptered fic, so please enjoy yourselves and happy Friday, my munchkins. Also I wrote this in an hour so it may be all over the place but I’m tired so cut me some slack babes😭 first time writing for him btw :)
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A black tie was wrapped around your throat as you opened up your mouth to take in a heavy cock sitting on your pink muscle. Shunsui peered down at you with his luscious dark locks clouding his face, “ You’re so beautiful like this, Sunshine.” And indeed you were because you were so eager to take his cock inside of your mouth. Your mouth was about to wrap around his tip but Shunsui moved his hips back in a teasing way, “ Come on, my cute Sunshine, wait until I tell you to suck on it, I thought you said if I let you do this then you’ll listen to me and do whatever I tell you to do?”
You eagerly gulped before speaking, “ Shu’, please— please fuck my mouth. I want you to go deep until you hit my esophagus.” You reached for his dick with his belt tied around your hands. “ Maybe you could even go past it from how big it is.” Shunsui smirked down at you, pretty gray eyes sparkling with interest and dark with eroticism swimming inside of them.
It was silent for a little moment as he stared at you prior to grabbing his tie around your neck as he chuckled, “ so eager? Gotta say that just makes me wanna treat you like a princess but since you insist that I treat you like a cheap little whore then that’s what you’re gonna be, so open up that pretty, wet mouth for me, darling.” You eagerly open up your mouth on his hard wooden desk, your voluptuous body lay— pretty dark nipples on display, peeking out your lavender color bra you bought just yesterday. Pretty stretch marks lather across your tits like a tattoo. Your body was as beautiful as your heart and that’s enough for him. Bonus for your gorgeous face. And yes you were gorgeous to him— no matter if you had flaws or not.
Your white collared dress shirt was long forgotten once you two were making out just before this. You still remembered his large hands caressing your rolls along your body as you two swapped tongues seductively. He still remembers your fingers weaving through his hair, sucking on his tongue during the pleasuring hair rub. Shunsui whistled before grabbing his cock to stroke it three times for good luck. He didn’t even need it because his good luck charm is right in front of him about to take his dick deep inside the throat.
His cock slid inside of your throat causing him to groan due to the hot wetness buttering up his cold dick— well compared to your hot mouth. Shunsui’s musk was something you would always love to put your face in. It’s natural with a mix of Irish spring and Burberry cologne. You choked once the tip of his cock reached your esophagus and he was only more than half way inside of your mouth. You tried to relax your throat even more, but the feeling of your mouth stretching along with your throat was too much, so you tapped his thigh. In response Shunsui pulled a little of his cock out your mouth, “ Too much, f’ya? Want me to stop?”
You shook your head no with some of his thick cock inside of your mouth. Reaching to slip his cock out your mouth to get some proper air. A string of saliva slowly disconnecting “ I could take it just— just give me a second, I promise. I wanna do this, been wanting to do it since I walked in on you behind your desk.” Tears were going to slip down your eyes, but Shunsui stopped them by tracing his long tongue along your chubby cheeks, “ Relax for me, my sweet little strawberry. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. Take your time for me.”
You nodded and closed your eyes to relax your shoulders and throat with your tied up hands placed on your tummy. When you were ready you opened up your mouth and took all of his cock inside making him stagger where he stands— with a grip on the wooden desk to hold him up. “ Shit! Strawberry, you’re doing so good for me. Throat is welcoming me into your beautiful watery pond.”
Saliva and mountains of spit was soon trailing down whilst Shunsui was now fucking your throat with want and need. His hairy bush at the base of his dick was hitting your nose every time he slammed into your mouth, “ Fuck, taking all of it just like a little whore. My strawberry whore. Want me to cum down that little throat of yours, catch our entire future in your mouth, how bout it? Or should I cum inside of that sweet pussy of yours, what do you say, strawberry?”
You didn’t answer because your mouth was too occupied with his cock going in and out of your mouth like a popsicle on a hot day. Shunsui tasted so good inside of your mouth, so good that the spit was lapping up around the base of his cock, causing little bubbles to form. Little moans were vibrating amongst his cock causing him to fasten his pace by placing his big calloused hands on your neck, feeling the bump of his cock inside of your throat as he fucks it. Nothing but gargles and gags with the sound of a scraping desk was heard around and outside of his office and you couldn’t be more in heaven. You were being used like a toy and couldn’t be more pleased especially because he’s doing it.
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swiftmendeshoran · 10 days
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Curvy Secret- And Then There Were Six
Hiiii. I hope you enjoy this little CS extra :)
WARNINGS: giving birth, curse words, naked people, I believe that's it.
wc: 2562
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You and Harry laid on your bed, as he rubbed your stomach. “I can’t believe this is the last time I’ll ever see you like this,” he said. 
You pouted. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“S’ok. Got to experience three times.”
You ran your hand through his hair and hummed. “I’ll let you enjoy my milk as much as you want too, since this is the last time.”
“Mmm. Every day?” he asked.
You chuckled. “Sure, baby.” 
“Yay,” he said, as he laid his head on your bump. “Hey, little one. We can’t wait to meet yeh.” 
You hummed and put your head back, closing your eyes. You were exhausted. 
After Harry sat there for a bit, he told you he had to go to the bathroom and was going to brush his teeth and all before going to bed. You stayed put and watched Harry as he walked into the bathroom. 
Just as he did, you started to have a contraction. “Oooo,” you blew out a breath. “Fuck. Not now.” Another one came and you hunched forward. “Harry,” you said, but not loud enough for him to hear.
He walked out of the bathroom all happy about to tell your a story that he forgot from work today when he saw you hunched over. “Baby?” he ran over and rubbed your back. “Yeh ok?”
“Fuck these contractions,” you said, as another one ripped through you. 
Harry tried not to laugh at your cursing, not your pain. “Sorry baby. Do you think its time? You’ve still got about 4 days.” 
“I don’t know,” you blew out a breath and squeezed Harry’s hand. “I don’t fucking know, Harry.” 
“Ok. Sorry.” 
“No. I’m sorry. I just- it really fucking hurts.” 
“I know, baby. Sorry,” he said, letting you squeeze his hand. 
“Maybe we should call my mom, just in case, so she can take the kids,” you said quickly trying to get it out before your next contraction. “Hand me my phone.” You gestured blindly next to Harry.
Harry picked up his phone and dialed your mom, while still holding your hand. He waited untl she picked up. (Y/M/N), hi! It’s Harry.” More silence. “Um, (Y/N)’s having contractions so we think it might be time and- oh no.”
Your water had broken just as you had another one. “Um, yeah. It’s definitely time. So, if you could swing by and pick up the munchkins so we could head to the hospital that’d be great. They’re in bed if yeh just want to stay here and watch them.” He waited for her response. “Thanks. We’ll see yeh then.” 
Harry hung up the phone and smiled at you. “Alrighty, honey. Are you able to get up?” 
“No!” 
“Ok. Well, yeh can’t have the baby here. I don’t know what to do,” he said nervously, biting his lip.
“Get me new pants please,” you said, wincing as another contraction went through you. “The purple sweatpants.” 
Harry got up from the bed and ran to your drawers, looking for the pants you want. “Alright. Got ‘em and got yeh some new knickers too.” Ever since you guys moved to London, Harry’s gone back to using British vocabulary. You admit, you enjoy it. 
“Here yeh go, baby,” he said, coming over to you. “Alright, can yeh lift up for me?” 
“No, Harry. I can’t.” 
“Alright. It’s ok,” he whispered. “I got yeh baby.” He helped you lift your hips up and even got a towel to wipe you up. He helped you change you pants and then got your labor bag and helped you get off the bed and to the door. And perfect timing too because your mom just pulled up outside. 
She ran out of the car out of breath. “I sped through every red light. Go, honey,” she kissed you on the cheek. “Good luck. I love you.” 
“Love you too mom,” you said, squeezing her hand. “Thank you.” 
She rushed inside and Harry helped you get into the car. He laid down a sheet before you got in and then zoomed off to the hospital.
Your contractions were horrible by the time you reached the hospital. A nurse had to help Harry get you out of the car and into a wheelchair.
They rushed you into a room, and you clung to Harry’s hand the whole time. You had to let go when you got into your hospital gown and they laid you on the bed. He did the same, putting the gown over his clothes. But then, he was right there with you again. 
“Last time, my love,” Harry said, as he kissed your sweaty forehead. “Yeh’ve got this.” 
“Get this kid out of me,” you begged. 
“Soon, honey, soon. Yer my superwoman,” he kissed you again. 
You sat in labor for six more hours while doctors and nurses poked and prodded at you, hooked you up to IV, and gave you an epidural. Once you had the epidural in, you were much calmer and nicer. 
You let go of the death grip on Harry’s hand. “I’m sorry for crushing your hand.” 
He chuckled. “S’ok. I’ve still got this one,” he held up his left hand. 
You chuckled. 
The doctor came in at this point and checked you one last time. “Alright. 10 centimeters. We’re good to go.” 
You let out a breath and Harry gave you a kiss on the hand. 
“Push for me whenever you're ready,” the doctor said, as she got into position between your legs. 
You looked at Harry, who nodded and smiled at you. And you pushed, looking back at the doctor. 
You squeezed Harry’s hand again and he moved down a little to see your last child come into this world. 
“Good, (Y/N),” the doctor said. “Keep pushing.” 
You pushed some more. You felt like your head might explode as you closed your eyes and concentrated. You pushed until you were numb. And the baby was still only halfway out. You would think this goes easier as time goes on, but the babies got Harry’s big ass head as you went on too.
You were crying by the time the baby’s knee caps were out. You shook your head. “I don’t want to do this anymore.” 
“Just a bit more, my love. And then, yeh can hold him,” Harry encouraged. 
You cried as you pushed some more. More pushes and your baby was finally out. He cried, which was a good thing, and you collapsed back onto the bed. Harry was crying now, seeing the baby. They took the baby to go get cleaned up and did some tests on him. Harry waved bye to the baby, but you were too weak to open your eyes. 
You felt Harry’s lips on your lips and you hummed before passing out.
When you woke up, Harry was sitting in the chair next to you, with your baby in his arms. “Shhh. Oh, it’s alright. Papa’s got yeh.” 
You sat up, and Harry’s head shot up. He smiled at you. “Hey, Mummy. How yeh feeling?” 
“Mmm,” you hummed. 
He smiled and looked back down at the baby. “Yeh exhausted Mummy, buddy.” 
“How is he?” you said, in barely a whisper. 
Harry rubbed his shoulder with his thumb. “He’s good. A lil fussy, but he’s good otherwise. Yer a good boy, right?” he asked the baby. “Yeah.”
You smiled. Harry got up. “Did yeh want to hold him?” 
You nodded, sitting up more. Harry handed you your son and you smiled. “Heyyy, little guy. Oh, you’re so cute.” You chuckled and tears formed in your eyes. Harry wiped them away for you as you looked down at your baby. 
“M so so proud of yeh, baby,” Harry said, rubbing your back. “That was a tough one, but I knew yeh could do it.”
“Thank you, H. I love you.” 
“I love yeh too, so so much. And I love all our little gremlins.” 
You laughed and rubbed on your baby’s feet. “Speaking of, what are we naming this gremlin?”
Harry smiled. “Well, we said Stevie or Charlie, right?” 
“Yeah. I feel like if we call him Charles, I’m just going to think of the king the whole time.” 
Harry chuckled. “True.” 
“And you promise me, you don’t want Stevie because of Stevie Nicks?”
“Right. Yeah. Promise,” Harry smirked.
“Harry.” 
“I promise yeh. I just like the name,” he said, not making eye contact with you. 
“Mmm. Well, he kind of looks like a Stevie, so we can go with that.” 
Harry pumped his fist out of your eyesight. He then sat on the bed next to you and you looked at your last baby, your first born in England, and you smiled. 
Your husband sighed. “This one needs to not grow so fast. M’kay, little one?” 
“Tell me about it,” you chuckled.
Once you were cleared to go home a few hours later, you packed up your stuff, strapped Stevie into the carseat, and headed on home. Harry had a smile on his face the whole time. You sat in the back with the baby and he kept stealing glances at the two of you through his rearview mirror. 
When you got home, you parents were there watching the kids. Harry helped you out of the car and then grabbed the car seat. You made your way up to your front door and Harry opened it for you as you walked in.
“‘Ello? We’re home,” Harry said, closing the door and putting the carrier on the floor. 
“Mommy!” your kids came running towards you and hugged you. This brought tears to your eyes. Damn hormones. 
After they all greeted you, they ran to Harry and hugged him. Then, they turned towards Stevie. 
“This is your brother, Stevie. But, yeh gotta be quiet cause he’s sleeping,” Harry said, putting his finger up to his mouth. 
Dessie whispered, “He’s really small.” 
“I know he is. He’s only like a day old,” Harry whispered back.
Robyn smiled at him and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead. “Very gentle. Very good, Robbie,” Harry said. 
EJ was still a bit too young to comprehend what was going on. He looked at Stevie and said, “baby,” to which Harry nodded. 
“Yeah. Yer brother. Now we’re even, boys and girls,” he smiled at you. You smiled back.
Your parents came over to greet you and congratulate you. Then, they met Stevie. You took him into your living room for a better greeting and had your parents hold him.
Anne, Gemma, and her family came over after your parents left. “I love that we got to meet him so soon after birth,” Anne said, smelling his head. “He still feels fresh and new.”
You chuckled. You were very tired, but you wanted your family to meet him. Everyone was too exhausted to cook, so Harry ordered pizzas for dinner. 
Once the family left, you put all the kids to bed. You stayed up with Stevie, breastfeeding him, as Harry took care of some chores and such around the house. Luckily, once Stevie was full, he fell asleep quickly. You put him in his crib and you made it back to your bedroom. 
When you got back, Harry was just coming out of the connecting bathroom. “Hi,” he smiled. 
“Hey.” 
“How are you?” 
“I’m really tired,” you yawned. “But, I need to take a shower. I want to wash the hospital germs off me.” 
Harry beamed.
“What?” 
“I was hoping yeh’d say that.”
“What do you mean?” you cocked your eyebrow.
Harry held out his hand and lead you to the bathroom. When you got in there, you saw the bathtub full of water. It had a bathbomb in it, rose petals on top, and candles were lit around the tub. Music was playing very very low and the lights were dimmed. 
“I figured yeh’d might want to relax before bed,” Harry shrugged. 
You couldn’t help it. The tears were coming out. You had THE best husband in the world. Every day he continued to surprise you and make you feel like the luckiest woman to have ever lived. He saw the tear roll down your cheek and frowned. “If yeh don’t want to, it’s fine.” 
But, before you could answer, you wrapped your arms around Harry’s neck and kissed him hard. “God, I really love you.” 
Harry let out a happy sigh. “I love yeh too, darling.” 
You gave him one last kiss before you took off your clothing. He stayed by your side in case you needed any help. When you were finally in, Harry smiled at you. “Alright. Holler if yeh need me.” 
“You’re not getting in?” you pouted. 
“Oh. I didn’t know if yeh wanted some alone time or not. O-ok.” He stammered before taking off his clothes. 
You scooted up and Harry got in behind you. The tub was a bit smaller than the one you had back in America, so Harry’s knees were a bit bent, but you didn’t care. 
You leaned back on his chest and Harry’s hands emerged from the water and ran down your body, cleaning you with it. “Are yeh relaxed, my love?” he kissed your temple. 
“Mmmhmm. Thank you,” you kissed his cheek.
“Good.”
He continued to wash your body and rub his hands on it. You gave him the shampoo and he put it in his hand and then massaged it through your hair. You hummed and Harry smiled. He did the same with the conditioner.
Harry took his hands and scooped water in it, washing the shampoo and conditioner out. You hummed. He was so gentle with you. 
Once you were fully clean, you leaned back into Harry’s chest. He kissed your neck, and then your lips, and then your head. 
“Thank you for taking care of me,” you said, lacing your fingers with his. 
“Always, my love. Always.” 
“And our babies. You’re the best Dad out there,” you said. 
“I try.”
“Well, you try well. They just adore you.” 
“They’re the lights of my life,” he smiled. “But, God, do they worship you.” 
“Me?” you hummed. “You’re the favorite parent.”
“I am not!”
“Um, yes you are and don’t fight me on it.” 
Harry smirked. “Maybe I am more lenient sometimes.”
“Someone’s gotta discipline,” you said. “It’s like I have five children sometimes.” 
“Heyyyy!”
You giggled. 
“Maybe yer right,” Harry gave you a raspberry on your neck. 
“I’m always right.” 
“I know. And that’s what scares me.” 
You laughed, but it was cut short, as you felt sleep taking over you. Harry noticed and he told you to stand up as he drained the tub. He blew out all the candles, just in case. He dried you off, helped your change into PJs, and then sent you off to bed. 
“Are yeh all good, my love? Need anything else?” 
You shook your head. “Thank you. I’m good. I love you.”
“Alright. I love yeh too. Yeh get some sleep, ok?”
You nodded, closing your eyes. And just as you did, Stevie started to cry. Harry put his hand on your stomach. “I got him.” and he did. He calmed him down in no time. After he made sure Stevie was settled, Harry changed into pajamas and crawled into bed with you. 
“Day one. Done,” he said, before pulling you close to him. 
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jinxxedmisery · 1 month
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God... WHY!? (NSFW)
Headcanons plus a short fic.
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Warnings: NSFW content.. this is literally a scenario about Gojo being a goofball during the deed...
Anywho... enjoy...Hope you like dead memes and cringe... (I hate myself for writing this... This should be a war crime)
Generally Gojo enjoys bringing humor into the bedroom, he really loves seeing you laugh.
But sometimes... He can get so fucking annoying.
As you lay on your back, hands pinned down to the bed, Gojo on top of you, thrusting into you in just the right way to make you scream...
A song you know all too well comes on... He's played it during sex so often. After that damned reddit r/AITA post he will not stop.
You've begged him to delete it from your Spotify playlist, but he never did.
Nasty little shit likes to see you go from whining about wanting him deeper to whining wanting him to stop acting like an idiot
Ofc.. He likes calling you really stupid pet names as well.. in and out of the bedroom..
And you better believe he thrusts with the rhythm of the song playing.. not the beat... Like a psychopath.
"Satoru....." you whine. A smirk appears on his lips as he continues the eratic thrust pattern.
"Hmmm? what is it munchkin?" He says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You roll your eyes
"Please... for fuck sake turn that shit off... and wait... 'Munchkin' did you just call me 'Munchkin'?" You resist the urge to push him off of you and onto the floor
"Aww does my little boo thang not like what I call them?" You narrow your eyes at him
"Do you want me to shrivel up and die down there?" He rests his head on your shoulder and you feel him grin against your skin, you gulp in response fearing what would come next.
"Oh pookiebear~ You'll be okay won't you? You still want my girthy meat stick right?" he whispers in your ear, you hate to admit it but it could almost be hot... If he weren't whispering the most deranged shit into your ears. "You love it when my hotdog is inside your moist cavern don't you?"He whispers making you cringe. "And when my hands move to touch your sensitive nubbins" He says, moving his hand over to your chest, teasing your nipples. "How about I purple your nurple, would you like that my candybear.. the jelly to my peanut butter~"
"Satoru.... I hate you so much right now" You complain, He evidently takes pleasure in your cringing as he chuckles leaning in to kiss you. His thrusts once again moving to a pleasurable rhythm. No matter how much you groan and act like you hated him for it, you still truly love him. And that included all of his bedroom antics. In fact, you appreciate it sometimes, he always knows how to make you laugh and well today was indeed one of those days.
Just as you were soaking in the serious affection he was finally giving you after his goofiness.
Two Trucks came on. And he began bobbing his head and syncing his thrusts to the music. You scream in exasperation. "SATORU GOJO I SWEAR TO SHIT I'M NEVER LETTING YOU TOUCH SPOTIFY EVER AGAIN!!!"
He slept on the couch that night.. As he should.
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dreamcorechild · 8 months
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💗💚IF KARAKU HAD A SMUT MOMENT WITH A UNEXPERIENCED FEMALE READER.💚💗
Tw: Nsfw. And a very short Nsfw. And some fucking. 18+
And yee. Also it's the first time I'm adding in a cock a doodle doo. :>
❦Karaku understands how much you were struggling under his grasp.. At first. He was enjoying your screams and cries.. But soon. He came to realise that you weren't gonna stop.. He let out a deep long huff and a sigh before he lowered his face to your ear.. Whispering his sweet adoring nothings as his cock slowly made it's way into your hole again. He was gonna help you feel the relaxation and pleasure.❦
"Listen to my voice sweetheart. I'm gonna help you.. All you needed to do. Is to take a nice big deep breath, And squeeze my body as hard as you can. I promise. You will feel good after this.. Just let it slide in.. And enjoy the warm sensation..~"༄
❦His cock was getting in there. Just slowly, he was being a nice gentle fellow with the admiration personality of wanting to hurry up and thrust it in you right here. Right now. But.. He understands how new you are to this.. He had no choice but to get you settle down. Soon.. You were starting to giggle..❦
"D'awwwhh. Does that tickle?? Is it nice and tight in there?~ Oh I hope so! That's what I needed to hear from you, Your little moans that can melt my heart and shatter it into pieces.. Yes my dear~.. This is the feeling of love.. Just sit back and let my cock do all the work.."༄
❦Karaku was picking up the pace. His hand gently patted your ass like a sign of approval.. He was there now. He was giving it his all. His breath was warming up your neck. The only thing you can do is to let it all sink In.❦
"Good girl~ See.. I knew you can Do it.. Your such a dirty little doll ain't ya hmm? Do you like it when I tease you while my cock is tickling your insides.. Boy your hole is quite Slimy. I guess we are making a mess on your bed after all~!" ༄
❦He dug his fingers to your over hole.. It was warm with a bit of spice.. You let out a big moan as Karaku followed your procedures and let's out a bigger one.. Your body was jolting. Convulsing.. Tears of lust trickling down your cheeks. You can't stop.. You wanted him to continue..❦
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✿❀❁ ꒱ ˎˊ˗"D-Dont stop.. Karaku... D-Dont stop!"˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✿❀❁ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
"Oh don't you worry my little munchkins. I wasn't planning on stopping until we both break from this seductive experience.. And belive me.. I'm the perfect demon for this occasion..~"༄
❦His eyes widen when he heard your biggest moan.. It was like the music in his ears calling him that his cock was doing it's work perfectly.❦
"That's it.. I guess my darling mortal is finaly ready to be filled up by my own juicy sloppy fillings.. It's going to be all nice and warm inside of you.. You won't feel any pain but a blessing from your favorite demon, Karaku~!"༄
❦You felt it tingling.. It was throbbing.. It was pumping.❦
"Hold on tight darling.. Here it comes!!~~"༄
❦You didn't have time to react. It went out like a volcano.. It felt good.. It felt... Like a medicine of love. It was clogging up pretty quickly as some was already spilling out. Karaku was a pro at this.. You can tell that he had experience this before.. He was humming a tune while his cock went "cock a doodle doo" mode.❦
"Ohohoho! This is a big one for sure. I hope your okay down there~ I'm sure your loving this by now by how quiet you are~!!"༄
❦He was like a firehose. Putting out all of those fires inside of you. You drooled. You moaned.. And you blush uncontrollably. Surely you would never forget about this moment.❦
"Take it all in sweetie.. Feel the warm and the gooiness that my cock have to offer.. Does it feel good.. Is it making you beg for more??~"༄
❦He gave your ass a slight spank.. Caressing it like a wobbly jelly, he brushed your hair as you felt the fillings making your body feel extremely heavy and hot.. You were sweating up. ❦
"Gee wizz!~ How naughty am I ay? It just never stops but.. I think you already know that.. Looks like imma fill you up like the favourable fillings off a tasty doughnut.."༄
❦Karaku laughed to himself before pulling his cock out of you.. He pressed his cock down onto your chest, letting it rest while he let out a few pants and a few gasps. He stared at your eyes and giggled.❦
"Did you enjoy that?~ I'm sure we can continue if you like.. We got many over fun methods to try. And I'm sure you will love Every Bit of it!~" ༄
❦That was his warning that this was only the beginning.. And there was gonna be much more than that.❦
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✿❀❁ ꒱ ˎˊ˗"I'm ready for anything my Demon~"˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✿❀❁ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
"Hehe!~ that's my girl! What an obedient little flower you are~"
❦Karaku gave you a seductive wink.. And so it begins.~❦
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beanghostprincess · 1 month
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Trans buggy is my lifeblood and I am SO HAPPY YOU LOVE HER TOO and I'm feral I'm shaking the bars of my cage FUCK I LOVE WOMEN
Like. Yes. Absolutely, Shanks and Buggy have little bits and pieces of ALL their parents, specifically Ray and Roger but No Adult Was Safe From Their Assimilated Found Family, Alright?
Shanks does this one movement when he's showing off and being SILLY about it that he picked up from Oden. Buggy uses chopsticks more easily than forks and spoons, which is mind boggling to those who know her and how clutzy she is.
Crocus was the KING of unexpected and frankly terrifying threats, something Buggy learned like a damned religion. Shanks got his penchant for Gay Uncle On Holiday clothes and patterns from him.
A lot of Shanks' attacks and swordplay was taught to him by Roger and Rayleigh, so his style is a mix of their own with a TWIST that's all him. Buggy wasn't as interested in swordsmanship, but she certainly isn't a novice at it. The forms and katas to her are meditative, and she can't really sit still for normal meditation ((AuDHD Buggy my beloved)) so THIS is her way of grounding. Her knife fighting is also derived from Ray's style, with quick, devasting blow that focus more on backlash damage, Haki and agility.
Buggy and Shanks both have Roger's grin, and when Rayleigh sees them, grown and side by side and beaming and greeting him so warmly, part of him breaks and heals and splinters and oozes love. He of course will not show weakness and instead teases them, as is his love language.
Also consider Cross Guild adopting the Seraphims. Stuff's normal at first until they give the kids some children's books. Cue "what is a dad? What is a mom?" questions. The adults answer them, and the kids simply nod before wandering off again.
Then, a few hours later, Buggy feels a tiny hand tug-tug at her pants. It's two little dark haired tykes, big saffron and violet eyes staring up at her. She blinks. "What's up, munchkins?"
"Mother, we want a snack and fathers are busy."
"Oh. Yeah, sure thing, sweeties, let me ju- WAITWHAT-?!"
Shanks is frothing, seething, crying in the window like a Victorian woman betrayed when he gets word that Buggy and the other two have "sons". He then proposes they have a baby too, to be fair.
Then the kids call him uncle or father twice removed and he is suddenly living his best life wdym he's gonna be the BEST uncle ever, hey kids wanna go harass people-?
Buggy is BEYOND flustered but she's also.... really flattered? Shanks wants a baby? With HER?? Like a real, whole ass baby. Wow. And she already has two sons! Maybe. Her little Birdie seems a tad unphased by the concept of gender anyway, so she won't push. She has two kids. And Shanks wants a third. Wow. Wow~ ♡
And then Crocodile has to go and ruin it by suggesting the kids stay with "auntie Al" for the weekend, while the guys see if they can get that baby idea rolling~
Buggy proceeds to blush so hard she's STEAMING and promptly faints.
I FUCKING LOVE WOMEN TOO!!!!!!!!!!! SCREAMING THIS EVERYWHERE I GO!!!!!!!!!
Both of them having traits of all their parents and role models and keeping them with them forever,, When Rayleigh sees them again he's so fond of their little gestures and :(( He loves them so so much.
Also, the whole thing about Cross Guild adopting the Seraphims is just so so cute. And them calling Buggy 'mom'??????? Crying and sobbing, idk. Cute family that is not dysfunctional but pretty much not normal my beloved.
Honestly, Buggy as a mom just feels so right. But especially as an adoptive mom, you know? She just keeps seeing outcasts and understanding them so well and wanting to take care of them. Tbh, Shanks and Buggy should just,, Find a kid in a treasure chest and keep the baby.
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sweetwriter · 3 months
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Second Chance: Chapter 1
Single dad! Bakugou x Black! Reader
Chapter 1
“So yer the beautiful teacher Kasumi always rambles on about” Is what Bakugou wanted to say, instead he looks at her hand. YN is a little confused by his standoffish behavior compared to his daughters extroverted personality.
“Well, it was a pleasure to meet you,” YN smiles generously and then looks down to the child who has a death grip on her leg, “Kasumi make sure to say your goodbyes and have everything, wouldn’t want you to hurry and leave without your high fives and hugs from your papa right?”
“RIGHT” She said a little loud- she has a little trouble with speaking really loud, I need to work on that, thought Katsuki.
“Alright papa, high five and hugs before Ms. YN starts.”
Kasumi loves Ms. YN with as much love a four year old can have for someone. Something just clicked in her mind, that Ms. YN is someone that she loved more than anything besides her papa, of course.
As he heads out he hears someone call his name, “Mr. Bakugou, I completely forgot, just in case you are not her pick up-“
“Who said I wasn’t?” He snapped. His eyes widening and he clears his throat, “I uh, I am picking Kasumi up today” God he felt stupid, felt like he was back in highschool, defensive when he was nervous. She made him so nervous, he wanted to impress her. The glorious and fantastic Ms. YN, the woman his little Kasumi loved. Four year olds love super hero’s and cartoon animals, not Kasumi. Bakugou felt like their first impression was going like shit, and he wasn’t wrong.
YN felt like Bakugou rubbed her the wrong way- stand offish and now rude. This isn’t going as planned. He was the “fantastic” father of Kasumi. The greatest person to ever live, in her eyes. She wanted to show him that she was a capable teacher that loved his daughter, but apparently she is showing herself to be incapable.
Clearly, they're both very incorrect
“Ok, the preschool is having a garden party, all the kids, are so excited about showing their families all that they’ve been growing, its next weekend.” YN gives Bakugou the flier. A group picture in front of the barrels holding the ready-to-be-harvested vegetables.
“I’ll um try to make it-“ he affirms, “Anything I need to bring?”
“Nope. Just bring you, and Kasumi of course.” She sends a smile and turn into the class. He can hear her starting the class as the door closes.
Bakugou must think he looks dumb standing in front of the door with his mouth agape but he can’t seem to care, all he can think is “wow.”
He looks down to check the flier and smiles to himself.
It’s 30 minutes before the garden party and Bakugou feel ridiculous. He hasn’t shaved his “beard’ new growth in about 3 weeks and here he is- shaving it and making sure his hair looks absolutely perfect.
Why you might ask? Well, ask Bakugou he would say “I needed to freshen up, the fuck is wrong with that?”
But he knew he couldn’t completely lie to himself, he feels he made a shit impression on Kasumi’s pretty teacher.
“Kasumi- do you need papa’s help?” Bakugou shouts from the bathroom. He knows she’s four and she wants to be a big girl.
“No, I’m a big girl.” She waddles in.
“Yes, yes you are a big girl. Your papa’s big girl- just because you’re a big girl- doesn’t mean you can’t ask for help. “ She pauses and looks at him for a second and then she eventually smiles and nods, “ok papa.”
Now it’s Bakugous turn to pause waiting for her to say something.
“Is that what you wanted to wear to the garden party?” Looking down at her outfit: yellow shirt, purple leggings, and a green skirt.
“Mhm, Ms. YN said to wear all your favorite things.” Bakugou nodded, “I mean- alright then. Let me do your hair munchkin.”
They both finished getting ready and as Bakugou was strapping Kasumi into her booster, Kasumi bent down to sniff her papa’s hair, “Your hair smells like my hair.”
Bakugou used Kasumi’s hair gel.
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A/N: hey y’all- took me a minute to get this out. I was planning on making it longer- but I like having little snippet chapters.
I love this story so far. I have a bunch of fun little plans for the characters. Also I love Kasumi-
Alright I’ll talk to you later with much love,
Sweetwriter
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nicoline1998enilocin · 3 months
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That's My Girl | New Years Eve Special 🎆
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Pairing -> Husband!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader
Word count -> 4.6K
Summary -> You're ringing in the New Year with your entire family; it will be a night to never forget. When your Mom gets the surprise of her life, there won't be a single dry eye in the room. When the fireworks start to slow down, you and Tony can't help but think back to your first New Year's Eve together, and the memories made that evening.
Rating -> Explicit (E)
Warning(s) -> Established relationship (Husband/Wife), use of nicknames (Sunshine, Love/My Love, Baby Boy, Munchkin(s), Pretty Girl, Little One), references to breastfeeding
Angst -> References to the passing of a loved one
Smut -> Somnophilia (consensual), breeding/pregnancy kink, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)
A/n -> I want to thank everyone for all the love and support I have gotten over the past year, but I specifically want to take the time to thank the best friend I could ever wish for, @ccbsrmsf1. Carol, thank you for everything you have done for me since I have had the honor to meet you, and I can't wait to see what 2024 will have in store for us! Eu te amo 3000 🩵
A/n 2.0 -> As of right now, I want to announce that my requests are open again! Please consider that I only have 24 hours in my day, so it might take a while to get the new requests posted, but I expect to post them around February/March. I'll be looking forward to what you will all come up with, and I can't wait to start writing requests again 🩵
A/n 3.0 -> @little-angel-oc Here is the second part of the Tony fic, so this way you can’t miss it! I hope you will enjoy it 🩵
Events Masterlist -> @anyfandomkinkbingo -> Somnophilia Masterlist -> @sweetspicybingo -> New Years Kiss Masterlist -> @marvel-smash-bingo -> Hickeys Masterlist -> @fandom-free-bingo -> Whispered sweet nothings
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Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist | Part 1
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The last few days have been amazing, as you've spent much time with the entire family. From your Mom and her boyfriend, Jackson, flying in to spend time with you to having Tony and your kids by your side, this has been the happiest holiday season you've celebrated in a long time.
Your past year has been one with many ups and downs, but right now, you're ending it on a high note, as you're woken up by Tony as he's buried between your thighs, lapping up your juices dripping from your pussy.
Tony's tongue occasionally dips into your entrance before finding its way back up to your clit, giving it some special attention as two of his long, thick fingers drop to where your tongue just was, pulling you from your sleepy state entirely. Your hands fly into his hair as he keeps expertly sucking and licking your clit, finding the spot inside you effortlessly to have you fall apart around him.
"Fuck!" you exclaim a little too loud, but that's none of your concern right now because Tony's trying his hardest to have you falling over the edge he's been working you up to. The moment you pull Tony's hair and your back arches to push your pussy even closer to his mouth, he lets out a groan, and that's all you need to cum for him with a scream of his name.
He licks up every last drop of your arousal, working you through your orgasm until you're oversensitive and pulling his head away. Waking each other up like this is something you'll never get enough of, and you'll return the favor in the new year.
"Good morning, Sunshine," Tony says with a deep, gravelly morning voice that has your insides turning to mush at the sound. You'll never get enough of your man during the day, but it's an entirely different story in the mornings, as he always manages to turn you on with that voice.
"Mornin', My Love," you say as you wrap your arms around your husband's neck to pull him in for a soft, loving kiss. His lips are soft, but the taste of yourself is still lingering on them, and you can't help the quiet moan escaping as you taste it.
When he pulls away, you're both sporting big smiles as you look into each other's eyes. Over the past year, you've been through hell and back together, but the fact that you've gone through it with Tony by your side makes every second worth it. With each passing day, you've fallen more and more in love with the man you married, and you can't help but feel like the butterflies in your stomach are going wild as he places one last kiss on your cheek before getting up and into the shower, getting ready for another day at his parents' house.
While Tony is in the shower, you've decided to wear a comfy outfit to be decent and ready to find your youngest son, Paxton. There's a very comfortable armchair in the corner of his room at Howard and Maria's house, and after picking up a book to read there, you head over to find him already awake and excited to see you.
"Look at you being so happy to see Mommy! Did you sleep well, Little One?" you ask him as you reach into his crib, and he's happily flailing his little arms and fists around in excitement, cooing at you as well. A healthy, red flush on his chubby cheeks makes him look even more adorable, and you kiss both of them before you put him on your hip and walk to the big armchair.
You let yourself fall into the chair before getting comfortable and lifting your shirt so Paxton can be breastfed without a single problem. He's a hungry boy this morning, so he's spending nearly 45 minutes nursing, and when he just got done with one side, Tony walks in as he's towel drying his hair.
He's wearing a pair of black sweatpants that are hung low on his hips, the V leading into his pants showing prominently. When your eyes trail over his chesthair and abdomen, you can't help but let them rest on the bulge inside his pants, and you smirk a little at the thought of what you want to do with it.
As he finishes drying off his hair, you pull your eyes away before letting them glide over his broad, muscular shoulders and thick biceps before landing on his lips, the ones he pleasured you with not too long ago. The ones telling you how much he loves you, and the ones you want to look at forever. What you don't notice, however, are the words coming out of them as you're enjoying them for a few seconds too long.
"Sunshine? Is everything okay?" Tony asks as he walks over to you and crouches in front of the chair, his brows furrowed as he looks up at you with a concerned expression.
"Sorry, everything's okay. What did you say?" you ask, smiling reassuringly.
"I asked how my beautiful wife and son are doing," he tells you as he rubs his thumb over Paxton's head while he looks at you. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips when you tell him everything's perfect, and after one last kiss for the both of you, he heads back to the bedroom.
On his way there, he's stopped by Jackson, who has something important to discuss.
"Can we talk in private for a minute? I don't want anyone to overhear what's going on," he whispers to Tony, and the two of them head to his old bedroom before closing the door. Tony sits at the foot of his bed while Jackson paces the room, unsure where to start.
"Is everything okay? Did something happen between you and Virginia?" Tony asks in a concerned tone.
"Everything's going well, better than well, even! That's what I want to talk to you about. I'm planning to ask Virginia to marry me tonight, right before midnight," he tells your husband with a huge smile, and Tony recognizes that look. He wore the same when planning his proposal, and he couldn't be happier for both Jackson and your Mom.
"Really?! Oh my god, that's amazing!" he says before getting up and pulling him in for a big hug, clapping him on the back a few times as he congratulates him, and that's when he pulls the engagement ring out of his pocket to show Tony.
"I've been hunting for a special one because it's what she deserves. She's the most beautiful, loving, and caring person I've ever met, and I can't wait to call her my wife," Jackson says as he gets tears in his eyes. He wipes them away quickly before letting out a watery smile at the memories.
"Sorry, I shouldn't be crying," Jackson says as he sniffs a couple of times, but Tony won't have any of it.
"What's on your mind? I'm more than happy to listen if you're comfortable with it," Tony says in a soothing voice before sitting down on the bed again, and Jackson finds his place next to him on the bed.
"It's just... I'm very excited to ask Virginia to marry me, but she reminds me of my first wife. Her name was Lily, but she fell ill after we were married for about seventeen years, and not too long after, she passed away as a consequence of her illness. There was nothing the doctors could do, so we decided to make the most out of the rest of her life. Before she passed, she told me it was okay to move on, and I never wanted to until I met Virginia."
The tears that gathered in Tony's waterline are falling as he listens to Jackson talk about her, and he can't even begin to imagine what it would be like to lose you.
"She's very similar to Lily in many ways, yet she's not the same in the best way possible. I truly believe Lily must be watching over me, and she has sent Virginia on my path to let me know she's okay and that it's okay to fall in love with someone else. I always tell people that while Lily was my first love, Virginia is my soulmate, and we are destined to be together," he finishes his story, and Tony can't help but let the tears flow freely.
Without saying a word, Tony pulls Jackson in for a hug. The two men stay like this for a few minutes, not sharing a single word but just being in each other's presence.
"She'll be the luckiest woman in the universe tonight, that's for sure," Tony tells him, and Jackson puts the ring away before picking himself back together. After one more thank you, Jackson leaves the room, and not long after, you walk into the bedroom with little Paxton on your hip, ready to change him and get dressed.
He looks at you, and you can tell he's been crying as you approach him. When you find your place next to him on the bed, he takes little Paxton from your arms and holds him for a much-needed cuddle. You let your head rest on his shoulder, your hand lying on his thigh to let him know you're there for him.
"I love you, Sunshine; I'm glad to have found my soulmate so early in my life," he whispers, and you nod softly in agreement. You're glad to have found yours, too, and to have started a family with him. There's nothing in this world you love more than Tony and your children, and you'd do anything to protect them, no matter the situation.
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During the afternoon, your twins, Hudson and Orion, have been busy playing outside in the thick layer of snow together with Howard, Jackson, and Tony as they've been building snowmen while you, Virginia, and Maria worked to prepare the dinner for tonight. Paxton was napping in his room, and before you could even think about what was happening, you felt a pair of cold hands slide under your hoodie, making you shriek loudly.
"What the hell is wrong with-" but before you can finish your sentence, your mouth shuts quickly when you realize who it is. Your son, Hudson, was playing a prank after he planned it with Tony, but now you feel bad after seeing his little pout and the tears on his cheeks.
"Oh my goodness, Baby Boy, Mommy is so sorry she yelled at you like that. You startled me, but I didn't mean to make you sad," you say as you sit on your knees, and Hudson immediately walks over to you for a much-needed hug.
"I'm sorry, Mommy," he says with a small voice, and you pull him close as you rub his back, apologizing profusely until he's calmed down. You can feel the tears stinging in the corners of your eyes as you hold him close, his arms wrapped around your neck as he hugs you back.
"No need to say sorry, Baby Boy, you didn't do anything wrong. Mommy should be the one saying sorry for getting angry, and I will. I'm sorry for reacting as I did, but can you promise not to scare me again like that?" you ask him, and when he nods in response, you give him a big kiss.
"I love you, Mommy," he says, and your heart melts.
"I love you too, little Munchkin. Shall we make some hot chocolate for everyone? I think you all deserve some after playing in the snow the entire time," you ask, and he wiggles from your grasp excitedly before running to the pantry and getting all the supplies he needs to make it.
While Hudson goes to grab everything, you get the mugs and everything ready, but you still can't shake the feeling of what happened earlier, and when Tony walks back in, he instantly senses something's wrong. You're not sure how, but this man has a sixth sense of your well-being.
"What's on your mind, Pretty Girl?" Tony asks as he stands in front of you, lifting your chin by putting his index finger underneath so you can look into his dark brown eyes.
"I got scared by Hudson, and I reacted poorly by yelling. I didn't know what was going on, and I'd already told him I was sorry before hugging it out, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm a bad parent for yelling," you tell him in a soft, almost inaudible voice from shame. A bright red flush is covering your cheeks at your admission.
He looks at you with furrowed brows as he thinks about what happened and then realizes this might all be his doing. He's the one who told Hudson to do it, after all. He didn't think about the consequences of his actions, though.
''You're not a bad parent whatsoever, Sunshine. You didn't know what would happen, and I believe Hudson has already forgiven you based on the way he's staring at us right now,'' Tony chuckles as you both turn your heads towards your oldest son, who's bouncing on his feet impatiently as he's waiting for you.
''Come on, Mommy! Let's make hot cocoa for everyone,'' he tells you, and with a chuckle, you let go of your husband, instead grabbing Hudson's hand to go and make the promised hot chocolate.
While you and Hudson take your time to do that, Tony hears Paxton stirring again, and he shoots one more look outside, but Orion, Howard, and Jackson are still eagerly working on their snowman. A smile forms on his lips as he looks at them, and he's fortunate to have such a big family, just like he always dreamt of.
As he walks up to Paxton's room, he can't stop thinking about what it would be like if you were pregnant again. There's something about you with a round belly and a healthy pregnancy glow he will never get enough of; these thoughts are amplified when he sees your youngest son all happy after his nap. He wouldn't mind to have another little one just like him.
''Hi, Little One, did you have a good nap?'' Tony asks as he lifts him out of his crib, and Paxton babbles away as Tony goes to change him from his pajamas into a clean diaper and a dinosaur outfit, making him look adorable. When he even lets out a little yawn, Tony is completely done for, and the baby fever has kicked in full force for him.
Tony brings Paxton down before instructing Maria to give him a bottle, and he whisks you away before you can even think about what's going on. When the door to his bedroom closes, he's all over you with wandering hands and lingering kisses.
''M so hard for you, Sunshine, can't wait to fuck another baby into you. All round and glowing got so fucking hard just of the thought alone,'' he practically growls between sucking and biting your neck, leaving a trail of dark purple bruises there. Your fingers laced in his dark brown locks, pulling him impossibly closer as you can feel the arousal pooling in your panties.
''Please, fuck another baby into me,'' you beg him softly as he sucks one last bruise on your jaw, ensuring everyone can see exactly what you two have been doing. He shows everyone you're his and wants everyone to see how crazy you drive him.
Before you know it, you're lying on the bed, entirely bare for him, as his hands roam over every inch of your skin, both inked and blank. He's completely naked, too, his cock standing at attention the entire time, but that's not his main focus right now. All he wants now is you and to have you fall apart on his tongue and fingers before even thinking of getting off himself.
''You look so beautiful for me, Sunshine, lying here like this,'' he purrs at you, and you can't help but grip the sheets in anticipation as he's inching closer to your core, right where you need him most. His lips ghost over your flesh, leaving goosebumps in their wake, your eyes shut as you're letting the pleasure overtake you right now.
He finally settles between your thighs, pushing them open to let his broad frame lay between them before he blows warm air over your dripping folds, making you shudder and arch your back reflexively. A wicked grin appears on his lips before his long fingers spread your folds, and he admires the way you glisten as he feels himself throbbing.
Biting his lip as he looks at you, he can't resist any longer, and he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit, licking up every last drop that you're willing to give. The moan leaving your lips is near pornographic, and it only serves to make Tony even harder as he pays attention to your little bundle of nerves, pushing you over the edge with another loud moan.
''Oh, fuck!" your hands pulled on his hair as he worked you through your orgasm, Tony rutting his hips into the mattress to give himself the slightest bit of relief without doing too much and risking him cumming before he even started.
''You're going to be the death of me, Sunshine,'' he whispers between kisses up your belly, littering your breasts with them, too, before grabbing you and turning you both over so you're on top of him. You're straddling him as you lean over, capturing his soft, plump pink lips with your own, your tongue sliding past his lower lip before sliding in and letting the kiss take its natural course.
His hands roam over your warm back as you melt into his touch, a smile tugging at your lips before you pull away and look into his deep brown eyes. His hand slides over your neck and down to your throat before carefully pushing your head up with his fingers so he can examine the little lovebites he left there that have turned dark purple already.
''So fucking beautiful, and all mine,'' he growls before adding one more to the collection on your neck. Tony's cock is trapped between your bodies as you grind slowly over it, the stimulation pulling soft moans from you. You look down at your husband with half-lidded eyes and your mouth slightly open as the moans spill over.
''I need to feel you, Sunshine, I need to fill you and fuck another baby into you. Stuffing you full of my cum until it drips out and you're round with my baby again,'' Tony whispers against your neck as he lines up with your entrance before you can slide down.
His girth always makes it a stretch, but you wouldn't change it for the world as you will happily stretch around him every time. As soon as he bottoms out, he places his hands on your hips with a loose grip. Your hands are placed on his firm chest as you start riding him slowly, feeling every ridge and vein inside you as he hits your G-spot.
Each time he hits that spot inside you, a soft moan escapes, and your pussy clenches around him before you cum, making him groan and pull you into his chest.
''Hold on tight, Sunshine, because you're going to get the ride of your fucking life,'' he groans in your ear before planting his feet firmly on the mattress and fucking into you with a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room and bouncing off the walls. Combined moans and groans fill in the rest of the space, and before you know it, you're squirting all over his legs and bed while screaming his name.
Tony could hold off his orgasm just long enough, and as you're coming down from your own high, his pace becomes unsteady, and he shoots long ropes of his cum inside of you as he rides out his high as well. You're both panting heavily as he pulls you as close as possible while whispering how good you've been for him.
''You did so well for me, Sunshine, 'm so lucky to have you as my wife. Wouldn't want to be here with anyone else but you,'' he tells you, and you feel a flush on your cheeks as he tells you this. You feel like the luckiest girl on earth and are happy to have him by your side.
''I love you so much, My Love; thank you for being my husband,'' you say before you can feel your eyelids get heavy, and Tony pulls the comforter over both of you; worrying about the cleanup is something for later.
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While you and Tony were busy in his bedroom, Virginia and Maria finished off the preparation of the dinner while Howard and Jackson took care of the twins and Paxton. Now it's time for dinner, and after you both shower to get cleaned up, you head downstairs and into a conversation you wish would have never happened.
''Well, it sounded like you two lovebirds had quite a lot of fun!'' Jackson starts as he looks at Tony, who wears a proud look on his face. You walk in after your husband, and when Jackson sees your neck, he audibly gasps.
''Wow, you have a LOT of hickeys on your neck; you two had lots of fun indeed-'' he says, but before he can finish that sentence, Virginia pulls him to the side with a deadly glare, explaining that everyone lets you two enjoy your own thing. They don't comment on it afterward.
Meanwhile, you feel that you want the ground to open up and swallow you whole as you hide behind Tony, who's reassuringly holding your hand. He squeezes softly to let you know it's okay, but you're too ashamed to come out of your hiding spot, so instead, he turns around.
''Are you okay, Pretty Girl?'' Tony asks, and you shake your head in response, not trusting your voice now. He pulls you against his chest as you bury your face in the fabric of his hoodie, inhaling his scent to calm you down effectively.
It isn't mentioned during dinner anymore, and it is like nothing has happened. You're feeding Paxton some of the vegetables on the table and some mashed potatoes while you're enjoying your dinner, and the conversation flows freely.
When dinner is over, all the men clean up because the women cook, so you're sitting on the couch with Paxton in your arms as he wants to be held by you, and Hudson and Orion are focused on the TV as they're watching a movie. You, Maria, and Virginia, are deep into conversation until the men are done and join you all on the couch.
''Got room for one more over here?'' Tony asks, and you scoot forward, making room for him behind you before leaning into his arms and melting into his hold. The evening continued, and the twins and Paxton eventually napped to wake up before midnight and celebrate the new year with everyone.
Around 23:30, Jackson suddenly gets up and fumbles with the little box in his pocket. He was going to wait until after midnight, but he can't wait any longer, so he will pop the question right here and right now. He walks over to Virginia and asks her to stand up, which she does, albeit with a questioning look on her face.
''Virginia, I knew we were destined to be together from the first moment I met you. I couldn't wait to hear your laugh or see how your eyes crinkle when you smile. Your voice is like one of an angel, and your patience is something I admire. I am proud that you raised your beautiful daughter into an amazing, strong woman with an equally beautiful family. But most of all, I am delighted to call you my girlfriend. However, I want to change that tonight.''
Jackson sinks on one knee, and you can't help but let a big sob escape at the sight before you. Tony rubs your belly in an attempt to calm you down as he looks over your shoulder at what is happening.
''Virginia Huxley, will you make me the happiest man and do me the honor of becoming my wife?'' he asks, and when she says yes, you all applaud as he slips the ring on her finger before kissing her, and the tears are flowing freely down your face while you watch the scene in front of you unfold.
As soon as he pulls away, your Mom wiggles out of his grasp, and you do the same with Tony because right now, you need to hold your Mom and tell her how happy you are for her.
''I can't believe it, I'm so happy for you! You deserve it, Mom,'' you tell her as you hug her tightly, holding her and letting out the tears of excitement. When she pulls away to show you the ring, you let out a small gasp as you take a look at it. It reflects the light in the room perfectly, making it look gleaming.
Once everyone has seen the ring, both Jackson and Virginia cannot let go of one another, and you can't help but smile each time they kiss because you know what it felt like when Tony proposed to you. You have officially both found your soulmates now, and even though life has ways to get you there, you're thrilled you have.
A comfortable silence has fallen over the room when Maria suddenly disturbs it, letting everyone know it is almost time to ring in the new year together, and she gets a drink ready for everyone while you and Tony go and get your three children as well.
A few minutes later, everyone was ready for the countdown, which was very close. In unison, everyone counts down from ten to one, and as soon as the clock strikes midnight, everyone cheers loudly.
''Happy New Year, everyone!'' Maria exclaims happily, and Tony pulls you in for your first kiss of the year, which takes your breath away each year. From your first one, where it was just the two of you, to now, all of them have a special place in your heart, and you will never forget them.
His hands are placed on your cheeks as his eyes flick from your eyes down to your lips and back before leaning in, and they slot together perfectly with yours as he lays every promise of loving you into this one kiss. His tongue glides past your lower lip, and you happily open up for him as he takes the lead in the kiss, leaving you breathless once again.
''I love you, Sunshine, and happy new year,'' he says before giving one last peck on your lips. He then bends down to kiss each of his children, after which you do the same. Then, it's time to watch the fireworks. You're all standing before the big window as you look at the fireworks shooting into the sky.
Hudson and Orion each by one of your sides, Paxton in your arms and Tony behind you, his hands resting on your hips. This year promises to be great, and you're excited to see what it'll bring this time.
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the brainrot is so real all i’ve been thinking about is reader and matty taking annie to an amusement park like universal, six flags, or disneyland (ik they’re probably in the uk but oh well) and them just being so super cute like a little family. and people constantly complimenting them on how lovely of a family they are. maybe later at school they ask all the kids what they did on the weekend and annie is ECSTATIC to talk about her weekend with her dad and his “special friend” 🤭
YESSSS I LOVE THIS.
as an English person, I have always wanted to go to Six Flags. idk why, but it looks so good. but since they are I'm the UK, I'm gonna base this at a UK theme park, Alton towers!!
so I think you're officially together, and annie knows, but she has been sworn to secrecy. She protests a little, "but I want to tell Lucy, Daddy!!"
"I know, sweetheart, but if y/n's boss finds out, she might not be allowed to teach you anymore!" and this, of course, immediately convinces Annie, and she is ready to keep it locked up.
you all pack the car up to go, Annie is buzzing and is certain she will stay awake the whole drive. but she falls asleep about 30 mins in, which is ideal really because you need to conserve her energy!!
this is kinda similar to the winter wonderland fic I did but oh well I'm still gonna talk ab matty being fucking EXHAUSTED after a few rides. you all go on the teacups and annie is spinning it really fast, and matty has to sit the next couple of rides out. annie teases him for being old, and you and her go solo on a few rides. but secretly, matty kind of prefers getting to sit on the side lines and watch you bond.
now at alton Towers, there's this thing called the roller coaster restaurant where there's tracks all over the ceilings, and your food comes on its own little roller coaster carriage, ngl its very cool. so I imagine you all go there and annie is mesmerised by the carriages, just staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes. "woah, is that our food y/n???" she asks, bouncing up and down in her seat. you and matty are grinning like idiots at her excitement.
your waitress comes up and says, "I'm so sorry to interrupt," and matty immediately pulls his arm from around you, thinking it's a fan. He doesn't want people to know he's in a relationship just yet.
but it's not a fan, "I just wanted to say you're such a sweet family. you just seem so happy together, it's lovely to see, " the waitress says, giving annie a little wave.
you get slightly red and embarrassed, Annie is in her own world staring at the ceiling, but matty is over the fucking moon.
he swings his arm back around you and kisses your temple before simply saying, "Oh, thank you so much." he wants to say more, boast about how happy he is. but he can sense you getting flustered at the idea of being seen as a family, so he lets it slide.
you get mistaken as a family a couple more times, once when buying a photo from a ride, "Oh yeah, Jim? can you grab the picture of the family in cart 5?" one of the workers says, and matty squeezes your hand as soon as they say family.
a different staff member on a ride bends down to speak to Annie and says, "Are you excited to go on with your mummy and daddy, hmm?" and annie just nods excitedly, not really taking it in.
or at least matty didn't think she did. Later, when it's just her and matty whilst you're off getting a drink, she says to him, "they called y/n my mummy today."
and matty looks down but can't quite read the expression on her face so tentatively says, "yes they did peanut, when they see daddy and y/n with you, they just think she's your mummy because that's what most families look like" he explains.
she ponders for a few seconds and then says assuredly, "I'd like for y/n to be my mummy" and matty takes a deep breath and says "I'd like that too munchkin" and strokes her head. Annie doesn't dwell on it. she simply goes back to people watching, but matty thinks about it. he thinks about it for months, actually. not telling you the story until much later in your relationships.
walking around all day with Annie holding both your hands and walking between you is making you both giddy. you're swinging her between the two of you and revelling in her screams and giggles.
I think matty becomes determined to win you and annie a prize at one of those shit claw machines. and a long while later (and a lot of money later) his two girls are happy with their Teddy bears, he grins and presses a kiss to your head and says "so you like your bear won by your big strong boyfriend hmm?" and you look at him and obviously play it up, "Oh yes, I am just soooo lucky, " and give him a kiss. Annie is watching and just says "yuck" quietly to her bear, which has you breaking apart, laughing.
on the drive home, annie is fast asleep in the back, and you are drifting off in the passenger seat. just before you fall asleep though, you feel mattys hand slip from the gear stick to your thigh. he watches a sleepy smile come across your face at the contact, but you soon knock out for the remainder of the ride.
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the next day is a Monday, and at the start of each week you ask the kids to write down what they did that weekend and then read it to their friends. it comes around to Annie and you have to fight every instinct to run over there and hug her.
in her little speech voice she stands up and says, "this weekend I went to Alton towers with my daddy and his... special friend." she looks at you when she says that with a grin, knowing you'll be proud of her for not saying your name. "we went on lots of rides and got really cool lunch. my daddy won me and her a Teddy bear and they swung me around. It was realllllly fun"
she finishes with a grin, and everyone claps, including you, but not before you shoot her a wink that has her giggling as she sits back down.
the whole day, she's talking about it to whoever will listen, and very strategically saying special friend. the other teachers gossip in the staff room about it...
"Did you hear Annie Healys dad has a new 'special friend'? what a lucky bitch!" and another teacher says "I know! I bet she's some ditzy model though, I doubt he's got much time for something serious." and all the teachers nod along.
you try (and fail) not to have an existential crisis over that comment and simply nod too...
blurb masterlist for this au here!
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TMNT Raphael x Reader: Ruin The Friendship
Summary: Raphael has been your partner in crime for years now. However, as you enter adulthood, your feelings for him have grown complicated. You guess that’s inevitable when you’ve fallen in love with your best friend. 
Genre: Fluff, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers. 
Warnings: Swearing
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“I swear, one of these days I’m going to fuck you up.” 
“You think so?” 
“I know so.” 
“Give it a shot then, Beefcake.” 
Raphael watches you for a long moment, a smirk playing on the corner of his mouth. The way you’ve sprawled yourself across his favourite seat with that stupid, smarmy grin has his fingers itching. You’re always challenging his strength, antagonising him whenever the opportunity presents itself. 
Usually, being provoked has always triggered his inferiority complex and explosive temper- but you? You’ve awakened something entirely different in him throughout the years with your snarky remarks and sly eyes. 
“So, what you’re saying,” Raph snickers, “is that you want me to fuck you up?”
You flash him a defiant grin, “I’ve been offering a fight for years. You’ve been too scared to throw hands with me for a long while, Red.” 
Raphael raises an eyebrow, taken off guard by the sudden embarrassment that flushes through him. Clearly, the turtle has never been afraid of losing a fight to you. He stopped wrestling with you a couple of years back, opting to simply end the situation by launching you onto the nearest piece of furniture. 
He’s not scared, he just can’t handle it. The feel of your skin beneath his finger tips, the warmth of your breath on his body. It’s a lot to say the least. 
Maybe if he wasn’t the world’s biggest fucking liar, he could comfortably mess around with you as friends do. The issue is that he hasn’t seen you as ‘just a friend’ for years. He had fallen in love with you and, slowly but surely, you’ve managed to ruin him for any other being on this earth. 
Leaning against a pillar with a long suffering sigh, Raph crosses his arms over his chest. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes briefly flick to his biceps, you do it every time. It’s why he positions himself this way often, though he’d never admit it out loud. He groans internally. This can’t go on for much longer, it’s become embarrassing. 
“You’re lucky that I don’t hit little munchkins.” Raph snorts, reminding himself to come back to the conversation. You roll your eyes at him and cast your gaze to the floor beside you. 
“I wish you would,” you mutter beneath your breath.
Raph chokes on his own spit. 
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You had just been laid out flat by Leo in the dojo, a humbling experience to say the least. He was always half a second too quick for you, as though he knew every move you were going to make before you had even thought of it.
That piercing blue gaze lands on you, amusement dancing across his expression. "You did good."
You deliver your best deadpan glare and he snorts. "Yeah, I'm sure. At least help me to my feet."
"I'm serious, that was better than last time." The leader shrugs his wide shoulders, offering you his hand. You take it, appreciating the gentleness of his movements even after he had just embarrassed you.
"I just feel like I'm getting nowhere," you murmur, disappointment twanging within your chest. "It's been years and nothing has changed, if anything I've gotten worse."
You swipe the sweat from your forehead, reaching for a nearby towel. Leo watches you for a moment, deliberating his words carefully.
"It's not that you're getting worse," he starts, tracking the movements of the towel in your hand as you dry off. "It's that we're obviously a lot bigger, heavier, sharper and most importantly: not human."
You shoot him a venomless glare, more tired than anything. "But you said skill beats size!"
He sighed, tossing his head back lightly. "I know what I said, but that's within reason. If you were fighting for your life you'd be fine, but one wrong move while training and my shell could crush your hands."
"And Karai?" You question, watching Leo carefully. His jaw sets and you approach your next words slowly, "how come she can tussle with you guys so effortlessly?"
That infamous icy gaze pins you to your spot, "you severely underestimate how much restraint my brothers and I practice when fighting any humans."
Leo averted his sights to something across the room and, with a quick glance, you spotted his point of interest.
"I think it's just the style you're teachin' her," Raph shrugs. He's leaning against the door frame, filling the space with his presence. It's a wonder he manages to fit through it.
You can almost hear Leo roll his eyes without looking at him. "Then you teach her, I've taught her all I can anyway."
Raph's mouth quirks into something like a cringe and a wince combined. "Mikey would probably be the best one for that, there's not much that I fight that's bigger than me."
"No," Leo muses, "but you're a lot bigger than her. Best way to learn is to do. Good luck."
With that, the leader turns to face you, a small smirk playing on the corner of his lips. His gaze is intent, staying on you as he bows lightly. "Think outside of the box. Girl's tend to have a hidden advantage, use it."
You blink at him, watching as a rare mischievous smile graces his expression.
Finally he takes his leave, nodding at Raph on his way out. All of a sudden the cocky terrapin looks entirely uncomfortable.
"Well," you begin, garnering his attention. "Got some moves you wanna show me, Beefcake?"
Pushing off the door frame with a shaky sigh, the red clad turtle nods his head. "Yeah, but nothin' you're gonna like, Shortstack."
"Oh," you croon slyly, "I highly doubt that."
Raphael's eyes widen, "what kind of moves are you talkin' bout?"
You shrug your shoulders, watching him from beneath your lashes. It was a bold tactic, you know. Something you had never tried before, nor been comfortable enough to try. Especially not on Leo, there was no way you could manage the embarrassment of the aftermath. But he was right, you had the advantage. They were young boys, sheltered from the world.
It wouldn't take much to fluster and distract.
But Raph? He's your best friend, if it fails he'd find it funny, right?
"Come a little closer, Big Red," you say lowly, crossing one leg over the other. "And I'll show you what moves I mean."
Raphael blinks dumbly, mouth parted. He doesn't say anything for a long moment other than a couple of shaky "uhhh"s and "umm"s.
Finally, just when your courage began to waver, he takes a step forward. Then another.
Finally, he's close enough for your hand slowly raise. It rests against his chest plate, open palm flat against the hardness of his body. You gulped, you needed him to lean down. There was no way you could reach his neck, head or shoulders from this height.
He watches you closely, relaxing from the shock into a more confident sway. His eyes are hooded now, a slow smirk pulling at his lips.
He steps into your touch, maintaining his height and standing tall. Did he know what you had planned? Surely not.
"What moves were you thinkin', Shorty?" His voice is low, soft and deep in a way you had never heard him speak. Your stomach tightens at the sound and your attention to the task is shaken.
Slowly, he does as you need, lowering his mouth towards yours. "Were you thinkin' of moves that need a little... face-to-face?"
Face-to-face indeed, he is only inches away. Every word he says so close that you can taste them on your own tongue.
"Something like that," you trail off, leading your hand towards his shoulder. Then, your fingers begin to explore the planes of his neck.
As you begin to apply pressure, readying yourself to leap upwards there's a shift in his expression. You knew he would catch on eventually, you just hadn't expected him to look so smug.
You propel yourself up, readying yourself to climb this turtle like a tree and fight for dear life. However, as you reach the apex of your jump, you suspended mid-air.
There a loud laugh from your opponent, boisterous and outright cocky. "Are you serious?"
You scowl as Raph holds you like a misbehaved pet, arms pinned to your sides as his hands envelop your limbs and waist on each end.
"Shut up," you snark, "you almost fell for it."
"You're right," Raph chortles, "it could have passed if you didn't get all worked up yourself."
Your jaw went slack, cheeks heating up under his gaze. "I didn't..."
He raises an eyebrow ridge, the smirk ever present. "Oh no?"
To your dismay, he brings you closer. Your thighs pressed against his body, your lips only inches from his. Your heart is racing and you know he can hear it by his soft snort.
"You're a mess," he teases quietly. Your mouth is dry and you can feel yourself trembling from the adrenaline suddenly flooding your system. "And you're nervous. "
You know you're done for. Not only did you completely fail the task at hand, but you had entirely exposed yourself.
"If you're gonna try and seduce someone into submission," Raph murmurs, gaze flickering from your lips to your eyes intermittently, "you might wanna do more than flutter your lashes."
Your words are as shaky as your breath when you whisper, "any suggestions?"
A grin stretches across his mouth and you're distantly comforted by the fact that you can feel his chest racing beneath your skin.
"I'd be a lot closer if I were you, Shorty," he shrugs, a snicker punctuating his sentence.
"How close?" You smirk.
"Enough for me to taste that pretty little smile," he replies hotly, closing the distance.
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toomuchracket · 28 days
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i think the idea of them not at all planning on having anymore kids (but both secretly kinda wanting one more, but not wanting to scare the other) but she gets pregnant with baby #3 unexpectedly and matty is absolutely ecstatic and telling her he can’t wait to do it again is really cute.
several of you have asked about lore so here goes. yeah, she's unplanned - dylan will be six and elena four when she's born, and although neither you or matty have actively said you don't want another kid, baby phoebe (!!) is definitely a surprise. you come off the pill for a bit, just because you've been on it for a while with no breaks, and you genuinely forget that while you and matty are on a little date night away to a gig; that would be fine, there are other ways to stop random pregnancies, but in the grand tradition of that universe matty is condomless, because he also forgot you weren't on the pill. so you fuck (good, and lots) that night, and in the haze of checking out on time and wanting to hurry back to your girls, the fact you have no pill to take completely slips your mind. six weeks later, the nausea hits - you're wfh in the afternoon after picking elena up from nursery, and you have to RUN to the bathroom to throw up. you put it down to eating something weird, but when matty comes home with dylan he's not convinced, given that you and him have been eating the same meals for days and he's been fine; he doesn't say anything, but he does start to wonder if you might be pregnant, and his suspicions are all but confirmed the next morning when you have to run and be sick again when you clock he's making scrambled eggs for the girls, an intolerance you had both times you were pregnant before. by that point, you have an inkling of what's going on as well, and when matty says "i'll get some tests after the girls are done with swimming lessons, yeah?" you nod and kiss his cheek. you take a couple of tests, and... yeah. baby number three is in progress lol. there's a quick discussion - quick, because it's easy - about what you both want to do, but as much as you weren't prepared for another kid neither of you are opposed at all; matty's so fucking excited when you tell him you've been thinking about it for a while, because "i actually love being a dad and getting to raise a family with you and i really wanted to do it all again but really it's all up to you and i didn't wanna freak you out by bringing it up. but it's cool! we're having a baby! god, i love you. love our girls. love the tiny little munchkin of undetermined gender in your stomach too. m'so happy we're doing this" lol bless him. he's always so hands-on anyway, but he really takes extra good care of you during this pregnancy, and gets the girls (SO excited to be big sisters) involved too. he cries when you find out you're having another girl ("i love our daughters oh my god. what if they start a band they could be like haim"), and cries even more when phoebe (your name choice. bridgers is so hyped when you tell her lol) is born with the same shock of curly hair as her sisters and him. lovely lovely lovely <3
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nymphbunnyys · 2 years
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hi! I love the way you write and I was wondering if u could do Asa, Jesse, and Michael with an s/o who’s a famous (but unknown) horror game designer? Like they make all their games themself and their development set-up is in the basement
If this is too specific or hard feel free to turn it away, ur my fav slasher writer and I love ur fics ❤️❤️
Why would I turn this is away?! This is actually so cool. As someone who’s into stories and horror, at a very young age I always wanted to create games or even comics dedicated to horror so this was actually really fun to write! Also I love you so much, I’m your favourite slasher writer? Like what the heck?! I hope you like this munchkin, XO.
Also I deeply apologize for not writing as much I finally have a job again so I’ve been busy with that and saving for my PC, but I promise stuff is still coming out, I’m also in the process of trying to better the way I write sooo bare with me.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬? 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.
𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐫
TW; none that I know of?
GN!Reader!
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𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬
- honestly I feel like Michael would think this is.. actually kind of interesting. A lot of times he’s some what impatient to get home just so he can get his way into the basement and watch you create your own little worlds.
- in a way, it helps him escape? That and he can relate due to the horror themes.. but when he watches it’s almost like he’s the character. Watching so intently as you test the game, the character making their way through corridors and flashing their flash light at sudden noises. It almost felt real. Maybe you took inspiration from your murderous boyfriend, either way he thinks it’s fascinating.
- One night when watching you code and test the game you’d recently been working on, he noticed the frustration boiling under your fingers, watching as you occasionally picked up your pencil to scribble, watching as they went back to the keyboard to pop up the coding screen and quickly going back to the game. “Michael, I’m doomed.” The man ever so slightly jumped, the comfort of the quiet now gone. He tilted his head a bit looking at you and then the screen. What could have been the issue.. it looked great. He softly cocked a brow and sat back. “I can’t come up with an antagonist for the game.. nothing absolutely nothing at all comes to mind.”
- The two of you sat in silence once more, listening to the music that played from the computer the music that was supposed to make the killer of the game come out, it’s que for the coding to jump scare the poor pixelated protagonist. But nothing could come to mind. Michael sat for a long moment and on a whim.. pointed to himself. Michael usually wasn’t of much help and didn’t care to help you with most things but this had been something he’d taken a liking to and if Michael likes it then that’s when he’ll help.
- you looked at him with a glint of curiosity in your eyes. That’s actually.. not such a bad idea. I mean.. fuck even though the man did what he did he had.. a pretty large amount of people who liked him so why not.. make a game about him.. people do it all the time.. ‘based on true events’. He was a genius. You gave a soft peck to Michaels cheek before going back to your game, creating the antagonist to be the one and only.
-Michael Myers.
-… you’ve probably fuelled his ego though.
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𝐀𝐬𝐚 𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲
- I mean. Definitely isn’t interested in games but he understands what having hobbies is and doing things to thrill you so he’s all for it. He might occasionally tell you that you should add something like this.. or that, maybe put that in there. I mean he would know right. Horror.. is what he does.
- oddly enough whenever he does this it’s almost like he’s criticizing you on how to do things but he’s not.. he just wants to help in some way, show that he’s not such an asshole and does care for your interests. But it does come across as if he’s criticizing. He Never really learned how to tap into giving good criticism.
- he likes it because he doesn’t have to worry about you when he’s at the hotel. You’re content in the basement, tapping away at you work and listening to music, and when he’s home.. it’s maybe a little too quiet. He doesn’t normally get a hug when he comes home, or a kiss. So he’ll open the basement door, bring you food and deliver a kiss to your temple.
- “eat. You’ve been at this all day.”
- quickly walks upstairs so he doesn’t have to hear you thank him for being so sweet.
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𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬
- uhmmmm that’s cool, but can you maybe bring a laptop with all that stuff cuz, he doesn’t want you in the basement he wants you by his side at work.. 24/7. So if you can find a way to bring that with you then uh I’d suggest do that.
- it’s not that he doesn’t want you to do what you’re doing, your job is great he just. Wants you time.
- all the time. Even if that means you have to bring work with you everywhere you go. He makes sure that you aren’t interrupted though, he makes sure you have a comfy chair right beside him and have room on his desk to set your laptop and all your work on. He likes to set his work aside at times to watch you, ask you questions about what you’re making and sometimes to test the game.
- I won’t lie.. Jesse probably likes the idea of games, like Michael he sees it as his own world, he can be somebody else, somewhere made up.
- the amount of times you hear the text to speech from his phone to tell you to add little skulls here and there is ridiculous. But you like to the little ‘I’m so proud of you’, ‘this looks amazing dear’
- he loves your work. He is very very proud of you and how much effort you put into it.
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simpledyiing · 2 years
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From Paper to Reality ∥ P. Mitchell
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Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x (Student) Y/N
Word count - 7k
Y/CS - Your call sign (EX. Hollywood, Dutch, Barbie)
Summary: Y/N has a crush on her instructor, Maverick but can't act on it… haha unless... FUCKING ANGST
A/N: I'm sorry if this is complete shit, please have mercy on my soul. AND No hate to Rooster, I absolutely love him so don't come for me. If anyone wants to get drunk and sing along with Seresin - the song is linked here on Youtube fire by the pointer sisters
1986 — Texas, United States of America
The sun was shining through the little quaint suburb as the birds chirped in sync with sprinklers as they pelt droplets of water on the earth below. The only thing breaking the rhythm was the Paper boy’s bicycle wheels and the thuds of the daily paper hitting against the door to land perfectly on the Y/L/N’s welcome mat.
At the tell-tale sign of the daily paper being just outside the door, Y/N’s mother was bouncing a fussy three year old on her hip. She made her way through the living room to reach the front door, while speaking in a gentle tone considering she has spent the last 10 minutes trying to calm Y/N down, but unfortunately nothing was working. “Aww sweetie pie, what’s the matter? Huh, what’s got you crying like this… shhh it’s okay baby” after placing a gentle kiss on the crying child’s forehead, Y/N’s mother swung the door open and bent down to retrieve the daily newspaper, and at that the crying stopped. The tired woman looked down at the child in her arms and noticed Y/N was hyper-fixated on the front cover photo of a Handsome brunette pilot smiling in front of an F-14  surrounded by several crew members  “Huh a Naval pilot really, Your daddy might have a bit of a problem with that sweetcheeks” 
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Y/N’s crying fit started the second her mother took the paper from her clinging little hands, after a good ten minutes Y/N’s wish was granted as the front cover of the paper was laid in front of her sitting position “Tanks momma” slipped the little girl’s lips as she smiled down at the paper.
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The front door of the Y/L/N’s home was gently opened as Y/N’s father peeked into the house to try and not disturb Y/N if she was asleep, but as he walked further into the living room he noticed his daughter was absent from her usual spot, he was ripped from his confused state when he heard a noise coming from the kitchen. 
As he entered the kitchen his gaze checked the surrounding area to try and find the little terror known as his daughter, but at last Y/N was not in the kitchen “Hey honey, uh where’s Y/N at? The little munchkin isn't in the living room”  all he got in response was a tired sigh escaping his wife’s lips before she closed the oven door “I don’t even know at this point, I think she’s sitting under the stairs.. but how was your day hun?”  the sound of a chair scraping along the hardwood filled the quiet kitchen, as he dropped his weight into the seat “It was good besides Daniel being a dickhead but that’s normal…. Uh, Honey where is the front page of the paper?”
The sound of his wife’s laugh filtered through the surrounding air “Your daughter” lifting his gaze from the little black symbols covering the page towards his wife “what do you mean Y/N” confusion was laced through his words as he simply stared dumbfounded at the woman in front of him, waiting for her to continue. “Well, you see your sweet little princess is in love! Y/N started crying after you left for work and pretty much spent the whole day balling her eyes out. She finally stopped crying when the paper came with some naval pilot on the front cover. I took the paper away and she started crying again soooo the front page is hers, don’t even think about taking it away from her cuz if you do, I will beat you three ways to Sunday” 
Y/N’s father blinked three times processing the information that just flooded his brain, “She stopped crying because of some pilot on the front page?” with a simple nod from his wife, the chair scraped once against the wood as he heads towards the cubby under the staircase, but the soft floral dress hiding under an end table caught his attention, bending down to see his smiling daughter holding the front cover of the paper “Hiii daddy” he couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, “Hi princess, what do you have there?” Y/N reached her arms out to show her father the front page “Mommy said I could have it!” before Y/N knew it she was being pulled out from under the table and into her father’s arms “Hmmm Honey, you are a little too young for boys, and I rather you stay away from military men”
~~
After that Y/N’s mother went around the neighborhood and asked if she could have their front cover page of the newspaper, considering this naval pilot by the name of Lieutenant Pete “Maverick” Mitchell was the only thing that stopped her daughter from crying endless amounts of tears…. She wasn’t going to risk losing this gift from the skies so she ended up with a stockpile of 43 cover photos of Lt. Mitchell, she even laminated a few and stored the rest in a ziplock bag with parchment paper separating each paper.. Just to be safe!
~~
2000 - Texas, United States of America
The Y/L/N’s resident was filled with laughter and inflated overlapping voices that floated through the baby pink balloons and glittery party streamers that cascaded down from the ceiling, it was Y/N’s seventeenth birthday. 
Y/N was currently surrounded by her four aunties, that were currently  on attempt #5 of trying to set her up with several different boys, that they know ‘you aren’t getting any younger’ was their chant of the day. The only thing saving the poor girl was her father, “My princess doesn’t care about boys, she’s too busy picking which Ivy league university she is attending, isn't that right pumpkin?” a nervous laugh slipped past her lips accompanied with “Yes, sir! Haha have you seen mom?” the four women surrounding them rolled their eyes, as a proud smile formed on her father’s face “She is in the kitchen, hun” Y/N quickly nodded thanks towards her dad as she made her way towards the kitchen.
The heat radiating from the oven warmed the air around, as a gentle hum floats through the kitchen “Momma, I need to talk to you about something”  Y/N’s mother turned her gaze away from the half-frosted cake sitting on the counter towards her daughter  “What’s wrong, baby?” Y/N sighed as she dragged herself to sit in the empty chair in front of her mother “Momma, y’know how dad wants me to go to a big ivy league college… well I don’t want to... I-I want to join the Navy and become a pilot” the icing spatula in her mother’s hand fell to the ground with a soft plop “YOU WHAT?” she winced slightly at her mother’s predictable reaction “Mom, you have known this for years. This is all I have ever wanted since I was three years old. Please I need your help I don’t know how to tell Dad, I know he’s going to be extremely pissed off that his pride and joy rather go to naval boot camp than Baylor or A&M but this is what I want to do, will you please help me?” Her mother was silent as she cleaned the dropped spatula under the faucet, before shifting her gaze towards her daughter “Baby if this is what you want, I support you no matter what… We can figure out how to break the news to your father after dinner, okay? But you are a 1000% sure, that this is what you want to do?” Y/N didn’t hesitate as the words pushed off her tongue “Yes, I’m 1 million percent sure, that this is what I want” after a few moments of silence, a heavy sigh passed Y/N’s mother’s lips “Well honey, I’m not going to crush your dreams or spirit, that what life is for” shaking her head as she reached out to hug her daughter.
~~
The day came when Y/N broke the news to her father, as ‘United States Naval Academy’ slipped off her tongue that was the moment she saw the light disappear from his eyes as confusion and disappointment took over. Y/N’s Father thought she was sitting him down to tell him the great news, that she finally decided on a University.. At that moment he knew he should’ve thrown out a certain newspaper, but he knew nothing was going to change Y/N’s mind and opted for the peaceful route of supporting his daughter’s decision. Considering he knew Y/N was going to put everything she had into it and would be top of her class ‘When’ she goes to Top Gun….Which he was correct about, and bragged about even years after she graduated from top gun.
~~ 
2020 - USS Carl Vinson
If someone told Lt. Y/N ‘Y/CS’ Y/L/N that she would be back at Top Gun she would have called them crazy and laughed in their faces, well that was Y/N’s exact reaction as her superior notified her of her call-back status. Y/N’s time at Top Gun was a love-hate relationship considering she learned her weaknesses and sharpened her skills, and also crossed paths with her best friend, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace. Looking from an outside perspective Y/N had everything and she was envied by her fellow peers, not only was she always top of the class because of her flying skills but the instructors loved her.
But Y/N didn’t have everything, she was in a deep state of depression and was only truly happy when she was flying, considering her three year long relationship with her fiance fell apart when he cheated on her, after that heartbreak her mother was diagnosed with cancer…. but the heaviest hit was her mother dying a two weeks before her graduation. 
However, all of those memories and emotions were pushed aside when Phoenix pulled Y/N into a long overdue hug. Even though Y/N was dreading tomorrow, it was still comforting to see a friendly familiar face and I guess… Hangman’s too even though she spent 4 months on a naval carrier with him a couple of months prior to this.
~~
The ringing of a bell filtered through the cramp barroom as it roared to life with cheering, as patrons made their way over to the bar’s counter just as Hangman was weaving through with two glasses in his hands and his trademark smirk. “What’s got you so happy?”  Y/N’s words were punctuated with the full glasses landing against the hardwood table “Drinks are on the old guy at the bar, tsk tsk Grandpa didn’t read the sign” Y/N tilted her head to catch a glimpse of the poor guy at the bar but gave up shortly afterwards “hmm I don’t know why you are getting giddy over that, considering you will be that old guy sitting at a bar alone in 10 years” Hangman’s smirked dropped at the thought before leaning closer to his female counterpart “Oh Honey don’t tell me you forgot about our little deal…” as his words drifted through the surrounding air it sparked curiosity in the WSO sitting across, pushing his glasses up along with ‘What Deal?” The groan that emitted from Y/N was a tell-tale sign to stop the conversation but Seresin ignored her protests “Well you see my dear friend, Y/N and I made a deal that if we weren’t married in 10 years.. Well 8 years now, we would get married” the smirk never left his face, even after Phoenix slapped Y/N’s arm “Are you serious right now? Y/N I thought better of you, I am so disappointed and offended right now” rubbing the spot just assaulted by the firey brunette “What I was drunk at the time and wHy are you offended?”  her confused state dropped as Natasha replied with “I’m offended because you didn’t ask me first for a marriage pact” Seresin swallowed down his beer before standing up to head over to the pool tables with a “Should have been faster Phoenix, cuz that ass is going to be mine in 8 years” ….
~~
The room was dark except for the moonlight cascading through the window, usually that would be a comfort to her but Y/N was too focused on trying to match her breathing to the low melody coming from the chirping crickets outside her window considering sleep was evading her. Anxiety was washing over her like the California waves gliding over the shoreline, which led her to stare blankly at the small depressions lining the surface of her bedroom ceiling as she flipped through her memories as if it was an old photo album.  Y/N knew this was a dangerous past time, but she couldn’t help but indulge this sadistic need as she thought about how tightly her mother embraced her before being torn apart from one another as Y/N left for the Navy. She could still hear her mother’s crying pleas for her to be safe and telling her to try and call, as her father sent her a proud smile accompanied by “Give ‘em hell, pumpkin.” 
Y/N’s thoughts soon drifted through what-ifs… how her life would have been so different if she went to that Ivy league school, that her father wanted so desperately for her. She started to wonder if she should thank her 3-year-old self or curse her, considering if she never threw that crying tantrum that morning, she would have never found out about the United States Navy in the form of Lt. Pete “Maverick” Mitchell plastered across the front page of the newspaper. But in all honesty not all the blame could be pushed onto three year old Y/N, considering her mother collected 43 copies of the newspaper’s cover and even framed it… at that thought Y/N’s gaze drifted from the off-white ceiling towards the dresser, where three picture frames sat proudly atop of the worn wood; a family photo, a teenage Y/N clinging onto her childhood dog, and the old 1986’s newspaper cover. 
She couldn't help but shake her head as a laugh slipped through her lips, considering how ridiculous she was as if she was still that crying three year old girl clinging to the ivory colored newspaper for comfort, as if Lt. Pete Mitchell in paper form was going to dry her tears and hush her worries, unfortunately the thought was cut short when the blaring sound of her alarm disrupted the silence. 
~~
The room was spacious but it still didn’t help to drown out her peers' loud chattering, nor the argument brewing between Rooster and Hangman but soon none of that mattered considering Y/N’s focus was aimed at the desk, where a dark blue cup sat with NAVY plastered across the front in bold gold font. Her attention shifted from the design to imagine how long the cup had been abandoned for considering steam stopped rising from it ten minutes ago, and most importantly who left it. 
Y/N’s daydreaming was cut off once again almost like deja vu of this morning the only difference was instead of her alarm, it was Hangman producing the annoying sound. Y/N slowly tilted her head to look up at Seresin’s smirking face  “Aww did the baby get tired of Bradshaw already?” 
Hangman shifted back and forth while rolling his eyes at the younger pilot “No, I just rather spend some quality time with you, sweetheart.. Plus you are a lot easier on the eyes than Bradshaw, so move over” Y/N huffed out a laugh as Bradshaw muttered a ‘fuck you’ but complied with Hangman’s request and moved over to the unoccupied seat. Shortly after that it didn’t take long for Phoenix to drop down next to her, as y’all waited patiently for the instructor to show. 
~~
The sound of boots hitting cement over and over echoed through the room as the previously rowdy aviators waited with bated breaths as their heads turned in the direction of the entrance to get a single glance at their instructor. 
A mere glimpse of the man’s face was all it took considering three year old Y/N spent hours looking at that man, Captain Pete “Maverick” Mitchell.  The emotions that flooded her system were a mixture of excitement and mortification as she bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from screaming, unfortunately the quiet “fuck me no no no” slipped through her lips, which caught Phoenix’s attention as her eyes shifted from Maverick to Y/N “What’s wrong?” Ignoring her, Y/N tilted her head towards Maverick as he lifted the Navy cup off the desk to meet his lips, Which answered Y/N’s previous question as she caught the slight grimace taking over his facial expression as he willed himself to swallow down the cold coffee.
As Maverick’s gaze shifted from the manila folders laid out on the desk to lock eyes with her, the warm comforting smile he sent her way, only frightened the pilot more.. And at that moment Y/N knew her Love-Hate relationship with Top Gun would once repeat itself..
~~
Grunting between deep exhales of air was accompanied by Y/N’s tired sigh escaping her lips as she pushed herself back down just to repeat another sixty times. This was her punishment considering Bradshaw had a tantrum in the sky and bailed as her wingman to go after Maverick, which result in Rooster being ‘shot’ and Y/N a couple of minutes afterwards.
 “I’m sorry Y/CS, I should have stuck to the plan” filtered through a low grunt as Rooster pushed his body up from the planked position, “It’s okay birdboy, I was planning on doing 200 pushups after we got back anyways!... but just don’t leave me hanging next time please” Rooster nodded at Y/N as she reached her punishment goal before collapsing face first into the concert to try and cool herself down.
Maverick huffed out a laugh at Y/N’s state “That’s 200 Y/L/N, you are done for the day.. And good job out there” Y/N’s bad mood shifted to pure joy from hearing his praise, but the only response she could muster in her current state was slowly pulling her right arm up to give him a thumbs up. 
~~
At the moment Y/N was currently in the Love part of her relationship with Top Gun, considering she was learning how to perfect her dogfighting skill from her hero but was also developing a friendly/flirty relationship with Maverick. She was in pure bliss until her father showed up “Pumpkin!” echoed through the Hard Deck as the familiar voice pierced her ears.
 Y/N’s face dropped as she tilted her head away from Maverick to the man approaching her “Oh fuck… Dad! What are you doing here? And how did you know I was even here?” Upon seeing his daughter’s face, a warm smile grew as he finally reached his little girl “I wanted to surprise you! So I called Natasha and she told me I would find you here… and I just wanted to check up on you, considering you’re back at Top Gun”
Before Y/N could respond to her dad, Seresin’s voice broke the silence “Pumpkin? Huh cute” her soft smile dropped as she sent him a death glare over her father’s shoulder. 
Y/N pulled herself from her father’s embrace and shifted towards the team as she introduced everyone, he interrupted her before she could finish “Isn’t that the guy from the front page of the newspaper that you were obsessed with? God it’s like from paper to reality huh” Y/N’s smile dropped as she blinked three times as Maverick’s voice filtered through the suffocating air around her “Newspaper?.. Wait was it from the 80s?”
Y/N flinched as her father clapped his hands together “Yes, 1986 front page of the daily paper! When Y/N was younger she was obsessed with it, you were the only thing that could stop my little girl from crying, No matter what” Y/N felt her father nudge her but no words were formed “Honey, do you still have that thing hanging up in your room” when no response was giving he continued “She probably does, considering she took it with her when she joined the Navy…. But I got to say it’s an honor to meet the man that made my job easier, considering all the boys in her hometown envied you and she didn’t even bat an eye at them. She was too busy gawking at yo…” her father’s words fell flat as they muffled against Y/N’s hand “DAd, stop talking now… we are leaving now” without waiting for a reply Y/N dragged him with her towards the door, Y/N’s father waved goodbye as he involuntarily followed. 
Hangman was holding his stomach as he laughed out “Oh that’s beautiful, Thank you, Phoenix for giving me this ammunition to use against her” Phoenix’s head shot up before setting her jaw “ Don’t be an ass, bagman” Seresin rolled his eyes at the angry brunette and shifted his line of sight to the aging captain “Oh apple of Y/N’s eyes”  after the words slipped thru his lips a pained ‘ow’ accompanied it as Phoenix decked him.
~~
The hard deck was filled with overlapping voices and laughter, as the team crowded around the pool table and surrounding chairs, Y/N instead made a beeline towards the chair against the bar counter considering she was tired of being the butt of the joke, No one seemed to notice.. Except for Maverick.
Which is how he found himself filling the empty seat to her left after a few moments he nudged her “Hey Y/CS, you okay?” Y/N tilted her head to meet his gaze before a heavy sigh was released “Well, considering Hangman has nicked you as ‘Apple of Y/N’s eyes’ mmm and my dad is staying with me for the week, I think I could be better y’know…” a slight hum in agreeance followed her words “Mav, can we just pretend that last night never happened?”
A laugh filtered around the two of them “Was it really that embarrassing for you? I thought it was sweet especially since all the boys in your hometown envied me, little bit of an ego boost… But I am curious do you still have it hanging up” Y/N sat in silence as she sucked in a deep breath “Yes it really was embarrassing for me, but I am so thrilled you are getting a kick out of this.. And yeah it’s still up, but the reason has changed over time. Yeah I had a massive crush on you, but you were the reason why I joined the Navy, I admired you and I still do but after I graduated from Top Gun the reason changed…”  
Penny interrupted your thought process as she laid drinks in front of yall, Maverick shot her a small smile with a ‘thank you’ before turning his attention back to Y/N “why did it change..what is the reason now?” but she didn’t reciprocate the action, instead she just stared blankly at the bubbles rising to the top of her beer “When I was little, I would cry endlessly after my dad would leave for work and then one day I saw you on the front page and the crying just stopped. After that my mom went around the neighborhood and collected ‘43’ copies of the front cover, just to make sure I would always have you there to comfort me… So yeah the reason now, it reminds me of my mother’s love, considering not many people would go through the hassle just to make sure I wouldn’t cry ever again…” a thud followed as she pushed her glass back and forth, “it’s a hard choice to pick which reason I like more, but I think it's going to be… the first one”  
The dull smack to his upper right arm was her feeble attempt to try and reprimand him, but it only encouraged the smile growing on his face as he reached to give her wrist a small shake, to try and get her attention. “I’m kidding…mostly, but I will say this, I care a lot about you and I am here for you no matter what, in paper form and physically.” 
They fell into a comforting silence as Y/N leaned against him the small ‘thanks mav’ was almost drowned out by the loudness of the bar, but the soft smile forming on Maverick’s face confirmed he heard her.
~~
Remember that promise Rooster made about not leaving Y/N hanging? Well, he broke it but this time it almost resulted in Y/N ejecting from her F-14. Everything was going according to plan Y/N took the lead and Rooster was sticking to his promise, until he got in his head and drifted off course and comms to go after Maverick, “Roo you alright? … Rooster do you copy” silence was all she heard over the comms. Y/N understood why he got antsy and jumped the gun considering Maverick shot them down each training session, but she wasn’t expecting Rooster to jerk his plan roughly up, the bad maneuver caused the nose of her F-14 to take a sharp pitch downwards as Y/N’s head slammed against the canopy. The blaring beeps bounced off the canopy disrupting Y/N’s dazed state as the comms lit up “EJECT, Y/CS EJECT NOW… Y/N CAN YOU HEAR ME…” Y/N felt like throwing up as the blood dripped down the front of her right eyebrow, before pulling forward to try and level out the plane before hitting the hard deck, which worked considering the nose of the plane was once again level with the tail. 
~~
The second Y/N’s boots touched the ground she was throwing her guts up only pausing to let out a strained “Natasha!” as the brunette took quick strides over to comfort her while sending the gathering crowd a sharp glare for gawking at the scene “Go get her water now” was barked at an onlooker. Y/N wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, as she smiled fondly at Phoenix, “Have I told you about how much I love you” a faint laugh was pulled out from the two before labored breaths from Maverick and Rooster floated through the air “Y/N.. are you okay” 
Y/N slowly removed her flight helmet, grimacing as she threw it to the side before her eyes slowly moved to watch the bird soaring above her as a pained laugh followed by “You lucky bastard’ left her chapped lips. Maverick and Phoenix were in front of her instantly upon noticing the crimson liquid dripping down on her flight suit “Jesus Christ, you’re bleeding.. We need to get her to med bay” the only indication that Y/N was aware of the situation was the slight shake of her head and a slurred “Mavvv don’t tell my dad a-about this”
~~
Tension rose among the team, considering Maverick would snap at them for making the tiniest mistake, but everyone thought it would dissolve after Y/N was healed up and cleared to fly again, but it didn’t because Maverick grounded her without a reason after she was given the green light to fly. Y/N shrugged it off but the next day he grounded her from flying again. 
~~
Anger washed over Y/N’s form as she waited patiently in the chair adjacent to the desk in Maverick’s office. She was rightfully pissed considering the accident wasn’t even her fault, but the fact that she couldn’t even be up in the one place that makes her truly happy, all because of Maverick. 
Y/N’s eyes were piercing through the once again abandoned  ‘Navy’ cup that sat proudly on his cluttered desk, she almost had to laugh considering it felt like deja vu of her first day back except the cup didn’t spark her curiosity to daydream about its owner or its story, instead it seemed to mock her childish antics. The sound of the door squeaking open tore her gaze from it, as she waited for Maverick to step into her peripheral “Y/N? Hey, I hope you weren’t waiting for too long…” he trailed off upon seeing her blank facial expression  “What’s wrong? Is your head hurting?” As Maverick sat on the edge of his desk, concern was laced in his features as she took a deep breath “I want to know why you grounded me for TWO days in a row after I was given the green light…Mav why, I need an answer?” silence filled the space for what felt like minutes “Y/N, just give it a couple more days” Y/N rolled her eyes at his sorry excuse for an answer, as she pulled herself up to meet his eyes “That’s not an answer, that’s you trying to avoid the question” 
Maverick’s eyes scanned the office as if he was trying to avoid the disheveled pilot's gaze, but in reality he was weighing his options “You didn’t follow orders, I told you to eject and you ignored a direct command. You could have passed out up there and crashed, you could have d-died… Y/N, I already lost one person I care about.. On my watch, I’m not going to lose another so just drop it, please.. You are grounded until I say otherwise”
Maverick locked eyes with her as she wiped a hand across her face, “People die every day, let me do my fucking job I’m not some naive child I know what I am doing, especially up there.. But This isn’t about me though is it? This is about you. If you truly cared about me, you would know grounding me is the last thing I need.” She shook her head as a scoff slipped through her lips before turning towards the door, ignoring Maverick’s calls as she slammed the frosted glass door shut behind her as she walked straight into Hangman’s chest “Y/N, hey what’s wrong?” his gaze shifted from the Maverick’s office door before turning Y/N with him to walk in the other direction “How about we go shoot a few rounds of pool at the Hard Deck? Hmm drinks are on me” 
~~
The sound of the frosted door rattling against the wall after Y/N stormed out echoed through his thoughts on repeat the only thing that seemed to help drown it out was the monotonous conversation and low laughter that carried through the bar. The heavy sigh released from the aging pilot, as he dropped himself into the bar stool in front of Penny had her raising a brow in question to his soured mood “What’s wrong?”  followed along with a freshly poured beer pushed in front of him “Nothing Pen, it was just a long day… um, have you seen Y/N today?” Penny’s brow rose even higher, before pointing to the corner of the bar “long day my ass, what did you do? The poor girl looked like she was about to burst into tears or kill someone when she came in here … but either way if you are going to try and fix whatever you did, you might want to wait for her to sober up” Maverick shifted in his seat to look in the direction she had pointed in, Y/N was clearly drunk and swaying to the jukebox while absentmindedly singing along to the chorus.
~~
The one too many tequila shots produced a numb feeling that successfully pushed her dejected thoughts away for a good couple of hours, she glanced through the bar as Hangman was failing miserably to work the jukebox, and refused her help saying it was ‘a surprise’ before pushing her away. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his childish antics but stayed in place, still swaying slightly to the melody of the bar chatter, until the familiar chorus of Fire rang through her ears as Seresin slurred “I'm ridin' in your caar, you turn on the radio…You're pullllin' me clooose” to try and cheer her up as he pulled her towards him as the pair sung in unison and off pitch, “I just say no,I saaay I don't like it b-but you know I'm a liaar” before others crowded in to join in on their slurred rendition.
~~
Maverick’s eyes were glued to the scene unfolding across the bar, Y/N giggled as Hangman sway her hips back and forth to the beat. At the sight, Maverick’s facial expression was laced with disappointment, before he turned away to reposition himself at the bar’s counter. Maverick was unaware of the suspicions brewing in the brunette’s head, as he brought the glass up to his lips the words slipped out of Penny’s “You’re in love with her?” Penny’s laugh was accompanied by his choking sound, before he could dismiss her accusation he was shushed as Penny shot him a pointed look “yea I am” was huffed out. The look of victory graced her lips as his shoulders dropped in defeat  “Well go tell her that loverboy before it’s too late, and do me a favor give her a ride home”
~~
Her face was flushed against the cool bar top, providing her flustered state a bit of relief, she couldn’t help but laugh at her current state considering her mother would be ripping her a new one, grumbling on ‘Y/N sit up that’s unladylike’. The worn table would have been an uncomfortable bed, but Y/N looked past the stickiness and closed her eyes until she felt someone’s callous hands touch the top of her shoulders. A groan of protest left her body as she forced herself to see who disturbed her peaceful table nap, it was Maverick staring down at her with concern swimming through his green irises “Hi Mavv! No wait no, I’m still mad at you so kindly fuck off” the smile forming on his lips stopped her from returning to her nap “Hello to you too, I know you are but can we talk.. Please?” after a few moment’s pasted, as she weighed her options, Y/N figured she could put a pause on her nap for another five minutes “sure, I guess” as she waited for him to drop down in the chair that was previously occupied by Hangman, but he continued to stand behind her “Let me guess, you want to talk outside?” the second he nodded, the agitated pilot lifted herself with a tired sigh as she stumbled slightly to the door.
The humid California air hitting against her flush face made her want to vomit, the only thing saving her was the almost non-existent breeze as she tried to focus on the man in front of her “You are good to fly tomorrow.. Well that’s if your hangover allows it” confusion swept over her features “A few hours ago you grounded me indefinitely just to give me the green light now, what changed?” The usually confident pilot started to fidget under her gaze, which didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N “You were right, okay I grounded you because of my own fears not because you weren’t ready, I’m sorry Y/N. It’s just after you passed out in the med bay, I couldn’t leave you and that’s when I realized something changed” The air around them felt suffocating as Y/N took a cautious step towards him, “Yeahh the Doc told me you were there for over three hours, Thanks by the way for being there…But… Pete what changed” curiosity was entangled in her words, as she tried to play it off as indifferent “my feelings towards you changed, my feelings weren’t friendly but instead It was me falling in love with you, but….” All of the air left her lungs as she clung to each breath he took as if the man standing in front of her was the only thing keeping her grounded on this god-forsaken earth. The warmth radiating off of his sunkissed skin was sinking into her’s but it still felt like he was miles away from her, before she was pulling him down to meet her lips. 
The groan that slipped past his lips felt almost intoxicating as she melted in the kiss further until it abruptly stopped. Maverick pulled himself away from her parted lips, Y/N froze wondering if she imagined it all but her kiss-swollen lips served as vindication. He couldn’t even look Y/N in her eyes, guilt loomed over him “but we can’t, Y/N we can’t”  Her dazed, doe-eyed facial expression dropped to an unreadable blank canvas “What the fuck Pete, what do you mean we can’t?? What is stopping us huh WHAT? He winced at her words, which felt as if they were punctuated with knives “We just can’t Y/N, I’m your instructor if the Navy found out they would fire us both, it’s inappropriate ..I-I shouldn’t have said anything I’m sorry” 
~~
The promise she made to her mother rang through her thoughts, ‘never let them see you cry, don’t give ‘em the satisfaction of knowing how much of an effect they’ve over you” but it was too late, she felt hot tears rolling down her face as she muffled the cry that escaped her mouth. She felt pathetic, ashamed of herself at this very moment for putting herself in this situation. Y/N knew from the start coming back to Top Gun was a mistake but she ignored the warnings, she still was ignoring them as Maverick’s hush tone pulled her into a false sense of comfort just by saying her name.  
Her body betrayed her in her delirious state, as she contemplated begging him to just give her something, even if it was just holding her shaking frame as tears soaked through his shirt but instead he couldn’t even look at her, and if he did look it would probably be ridden with guilt or pity. “Y’know Mav, out of everyone I never thought you would make me cry, but huh I guess some things change… Just, why the fuck would you even tell me? To get my hopes up? To hurt me?.....”  Her vision blurred from the tears, her only sign that he was still there was the dull sound of his apology ‘I’m sorry, Y/N' the sound made her wince as if it sounded more like nails on a chalkboard. “Pete, shut up I don’t care about your ‘I’m sorry’ just can you pretend for five fucking minutes that all your bullshit reasons don’t exist? Because I know for a fact you couldn’t give two flying fucks about the rules, because you are the reckless, and arrogant Captain Pete Mitchell so what changed? mm I have a working theory, y-you are scared of getting attached and then being a fucking failure when you deliberately ruin things…”  She wanted a reaction from Maverick just to know that her words had some effect on him, a small part of her hoped his response would be laced with malice just to give her a reason to hate him.
The heavy sigh slipping from his lips made her want to scream or even hit him, just to force him to feel even the slightest bit of pain that he caused her but even then it would just hurt her more to see him in that state. Her blood ran cold as she acknowledge the fact that she was nothing but a lovesick schoolgirl when it came to this man, he could stomp on her heart and fix it all with a small smile. Everything about this man overwhelmed her with conflicting feelings that should have never see the light of day, yet as those two vague words slipped past his lips, “Fuck it” she was hooked, waiting with bated breaths for him to give her anything to grasp onto. 
The feeling of warm fingertips skimming across the exposed skin of her waist flooded her system, the firm hand that tilted her head up was purposeful but felt foreign in every way. The overwhelming fear of rejection loomed over her as their lips met once again, with each passing second Y/N was memorizing the feeling of his lips against hers, the way the air felt so constricting around them as she grasp unto every detail that would later agonize her weeping heart in the late hours of the night.  Y/N felt as if she was drowning, every nerve in her body was overwhelmed,  and her head was buzzing from her thoughts flooding her brain… ‘why is he kissing me?... is this some sort of sick joke?’ Maverick’s lips twitched up into a smirk before a low groan escaped when his back was pushed against the outside wall of the Hard Deck, followed by Y/N’s full body weight. Y/N laughter was muffled against his lip as another groan of protest left his body, as a small 'sorry' 'filtered around them.
It was the calm after the storm as silence filled the void surrounding them, they stayed pressed up against one another “Mav, Where does this leave us now? Pete shifted his gaze from Y/N to stare blankly at the parking lot as if it held the answer, “We will figure it out tomorrow, but right now how about I take you home so you can shove me up against a different wall?”  Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his antics, even if it caused her cheeks to flush “hmm are you sure your back can handle that?”
Before she knew it she was being pushed off of him and steered towards Maverick’s motorcycle “Watch it, and ehh you’re worth the back pain, sweetheart”......
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walker33961 · 10 months
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COLONEL'S H O M E 💗
Alejandro real-time forgot that he had a little picnic planned with you in Japan on spring times... You really felt a bit broken when you realised that he forgot ... Meanwhile....he was down feeling from the recent missions , no proper intels, seeing best ones in injury and enemies change in location often and sending threats to his motherland .....
He really wanted to tell you these things , Well...you were aware that the time was not going well over Him, over the team & base ... After the mission got finally complete from his side , He got busy reconstructing the base.. After a good ass war with the shadows and specially , Graves....
Whenever he came home , we was all dull , broken from inside ..he hardly shows his emotions..
He was always better in hiding emotions after losing his elder brother , He almost lost his brother like person, his best friend and mate, Rudy..
Everyone wanted to see the Happy - chilled Colonel they knew & always saw They know about you, they know you always fix him. They know you are his "Home"...
They have a high expectation this time since it was the most freak shit mission and he also got locked in his own black site prison...
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Time : 2:43 AM
Door nob twisting sound fills the silent room and he stepped into the house, A beautiful garden surrounded 2 storey house, in a location which only Rudy, los Vaqueros, Task force 141 Boys knew about..
After he stepped he got welcome by the little sweetie in the house "Marie" The cute munchkin milk white cat you got as a wedding gift from your sweet mother- in - law.
It's a family tradition that the bride will be gifted at least 1 kitten / cat which signifies the peace love and wellbeing of the family, Marie always brought light to both of your dull days❤
But this time, emotions and mental health striked him bad honestly.... So it's different this time.. No happy face after petting Marie..still... His heart became a bit warm ..
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Alejandro : Awe Pequeña - *Little* . How you've been.. *tired voice but enough to understand* *petting the cat*
"Donde esta tu Mamá? " - *Where's your Momma*
The cat meows and walks to your room, Alejandro following Marie.. After she stopped and scratched the door a bit... She went away to her little space and He Twisted the nob and sees you sleeping peacefully..
He saw your sleeping state , time stopped like he's in a dream and your a angel from heaven sleeping in beds as if sleeping in clouds..
Your wedding ring shinning bright, sharing little shines around your face..
The orange Bedlights throwing a gold glow over your fair light brown skin He sees it As it's sharing aura lights in the midnight dark blue sky .....
And your charcoal black hair, shinning normally... But he sees it as if it's the wave of sea in the yellow moonlit night.....
One thing tho...it's ain't like he's the one who works..
He always saw you struggling with your work and getting less chance for yourself.. Even ignoring the fact of being in rest when sick... That's why he planned for a Japan spring picnic under the sakura falls..but... Got cancelled due thar historic mission....
You didn't mind since you are understanding....He's fking lucky for it !
Alejandro :
*comes near you and sits down carefully on the floor, so that u don't wake up*
"I have no idea how I got you Mi Amor , Maybe I did something good in past and you're the reward for it....I can never describe how you fix me everytime, wish I could tell you how much I want a little picnic , a little time spend.... To make u feel loved a bit more . I want to open up my heart, don't know what the fuck is stopping me from being free to my beloved wife... I love you more than anything Y/n.. I just wish. ...
*starts sobbing*
You :
*slowly opening the eyes from the sudden sobbing sounds, seeing Alejandro sitting and wiping his eyes, hair all messed up, diry clothes still on, eyes full of tiredness*
You : *hugs him placing hands over his neck and pulling him closer*
"Don't cry , your pretty earthy brown eyes don't deserve these bitter like tears..I love you Ale , and i understand that it's not easy to open up no matter how close the person can be... Take your time Amor.....I'm always with you , to listen whatever you wanna speak about"... *kissed him on his forhead*
*you feel his body getting lighter from the pain and burden which was over him.. He was melting in your touch, sobs getting lighter and his breathing getting back on the right pattern*
Alejandro : Can we plan for it aga.....
You : Honey, You don't have to plan a trip to make me feel loved.. Your presence is much more important to me than those trips.. All i appreciate is a cup of coffee, sitting together in a couch , Marie in your lap , And some sweet movie playing in... I live for these moments to be happen everyday..bcz home is home..and your My Home . ...But your long mission calls and...
Alejandro : Not this time... Los Vaqueros and 141 , all of us got 6 months off from our missions...the rookies are well trained and will assist , we'll give direction to lead from our homes... As easy as that...
" I promise to make the use of these times, to the fullest.. ❤"
You : LOS QUIERO MUCHO ALEJANDRO - *love you so much* *A big kiss over his lips*
Alejandro : Y/n .... *staring at her with whole love*
You : Hmm?
Alejandro : Gracias por todo.... - *thanks for everything*
You : *hugs*
Alejandro : *inhaling her sent , which he feels home*
You : * Releasing the hug* Honey you better take a shower... I'll prepare the dinner
Alejandro : How about I have you tonight as a meal... It's been....
You : *pinches him a little*
Alejandro : Ouch Mi Amor, Okay okay I'm going for a shower...
*screaming from the bathroom *
"I'll make sure I keep my words about it...."
You : *😳😳😳😳😳😳*
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Nothing stays the same
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PAIRING: Gator Tillman x fem!reader WC: over 2000 CW: MINORS DON'T INTERACT!! Forced kiss, calls her girl, Gator being an ass. That is about it. If I have missed anything please let me know! SUMMARY: Returning home is something you never wanted to do, but your brother is getting married so you have no choice. When you're pulled over, you find yourself face to face with your high school bully. Someone you hoped you'd never have to see again. AUTHOR NOTES: This has been in my head for a while, as long as it does well there will be a second part. A massive thank you to @entermxnson for everything she does for me, she's my biggest fan and the person I can count on most. Love you to pieces thank you for your constant support. Enjoy! Credit to @cafekitsune for the amazing divider.
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You'd promised yourself that you'd never return here; you could feel your body tensing as you crossed past the welcome sign. You'd hated it here, countless bullying, torment, and an awful time. When you left for college, you promised you'd never come back. You promised that no matter what, you'd leave this life behind.
Your brother had other ideas.
He'd moved back after being made redundant, met a girl and fell in love. The usual cliche crap that you couldn't stand. So now here you were, returning to the place you hated the most, just to watch your brother get married.
Your music rumbled low as your eyes focused on the road ahead. You didn’t even notice how your knuckles had become white from gripping the wheel so hard. You didn't want to be here; you wanted to turn back, go home, maybe claim to be sick.
But Andrew would never forgive you.
Your music stopped, and the familiar ringtone of your cell filled the car. Reaching the button on your steering wheel, you answered.
“Hello?”
“Munchkin, where are you?”
Rolling your eyes as you heard your brother's awful nickname for you, you smiled.
“Hey Andy, I'm about fifteen minutes away.” 
“Great, I can't wait for you to meet Catherine. You're going to love her!”
You smiled. Andy had been saying that for months. You weren't sure, however.
“I can't wait.” 
A simple lie never hurt anyone. You thought to yourself as you carried on down the road. 
“Andy, I'm going to be a little longer.”
“Why? You okay?”
“I'm being pulled over.” 
The flashing lights behind you make you tense. You stare at them in your mirror for a moment.
“I'll see you soon.”
Hanging up the phone, you found somewhere to pull over to park. Maybe they'd seen New York plates and assumed theft. Leaning over, you found your license and registration. Sitting up, you looked out and cursed as you saw who it was.
Gator Tillman, he was a cop now? How fucking insane! Your high school bully now upholds the law. You cursed yourself as you watched him walk toward your car, that usual swagger he'd had since high school.
“Do you know why I pulled you over?” He asked as he looked over your car, not even looking at you. You could see the gum in his mouth, a disgusting thing to see if you were honest.
“If it's because my car isn't from around here, it's cause I'm driving in to see family.”
He looks up at you, flashing his pearly whites in a charming smile. It sends shivers down your spine - just like how it used to when you were both teenagers. The hard truth was even though he was a bully, you had a crush on him. 
“You were speeding.”
“What? I was going forty-five.”
“The limit is 30. Got changed about six months ago.”
Fuck, you'd been speeding and caught. That was the last thing you fucking wanted right now. You just wanted to get to your parents' place, was that too much to ask?
“License and registration please.”
Swallowing hard, you bit your lip and watched him. He glanced between the card and you.
“Step out of the car. Please, Ma'am.”
Opening the door, you climbed out and looked at him. You watch his eyes scanning your body as he bites his lip. He didn’t recognise you. You'd changed a lot since high school. You think the term was glowed up. You'd changed, but not Gator. He looked the same.
He casually leans against the side of your car and crosses his arms over his chest as if taking his sweet time with this traffic stop, like it's no big deal at all. 
With deliberate slowness, he reaches into your car and takes the keys. 
“Wouldn't want you running off now, would we?” He smirks, that damn annoying but knee-weakening smirk that awakens the butterflies inside you.
"I'm afraid I need you to take a sobriety test." His eyes lock onto yours as they narrow slightly; it feels more like an accusation than a request. The last thing you want to do right now is take a Damn test to prove you're sober before midday. 
“Really? You think I'm drunk?” You questioned needing him to clarify it.
“It's routine, Ma'am.” 
You watch him taking out his little black book and opening it to jot down things. 
He lazily pushes himself off your vehicle and steps closer to you. The space between you narrows, and you find yourself stepping back.
"Now let's see here... You were going 45 miles per hour in a 30-mile-per-hour zone."
With that seemingly innocent statement comes an undercurrent of satisfaction in his voice - almost like he'd been waiting for this moment to show you up all these years since you left school. 
As if sensing your discomfort with being so close together, he begins walking around the front of the car towards where his cruiser is parked close.
The air between you feels tense; every move is made deliberately aware of each other's presence. For just a second, there's a flash of recognition in Gator's eyes before it disappears once more behind his slicked-back hairline, leaving nothing but speculation on what might have been running through the devious little brain cells of his at any given point during this encounter thus far.
“Speeding, and a sobriety test. It's going to be one hefty fine." Gator chuckles as he opens the back door of his patrol car and climbs in. He looks at you over the vehicle, a smirk playing on his lips as if daring you to say something smart-assed back.
As you stand there fuming under the glow of the morning sun that seems far too bright suddenly, Gator leans forward slightly in his seat before reaching down towards what appears to be a laptop. With deft fingers, he begins typing away at its keyboard - presumably logging your infraction into some sort of system for later processing or review by higher-ups within the department.
Despite yourself, you can't help but watch him mesmerised almost against your will by how effortlessly this charming snake slithers through life without regard for others around him. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once - much like everything else about being pulled over by Officer Gator.
As if sensing your growing unease, Gator finally looks up from his work on the laptop and locks eyes with you again. There's an almost predatory glint in those eyes now - like he knows what sort of thoughts are running through your head, and he likes it.
"Well," He draws out slowly, leaning back into his seat with a lazy shrug. "What do we have here? Someone could use a little lesson on behaving behind the wheel." A wicked grin spreads across his face as he tilts his head slightly towards yours, inviting further conversation or maybe something more. Depending on just how far you're willing to go with this whole getting out of a ticket.
“Can we get on with this, please?” You ask as you sink your hands into your pockets and look at him. 
Gator let out a sigh; he was going to have to work harder for you. He usually managed to get girls into the back of his car, for head or a fuck.
“Sure,” Gator grumbled as he climbed out of the car. 
Grabbing his kit, he walked over. There was a look in his eyes as he set up the machine to take your alcohol level. He looked almost disappointed as he put the tube in it. 
“Blow on the beep, please.” 
Holding it up, he studied your lips. His mind wondered how it would feel to have your mouth around his cock instead of the plastic tube that you had taken into your mouth. The look in his eyes was more predatory, the ideas running through his head getting increasingly erotic as he watched you.
You waited for the beep and blew until the second beep. Removing your mouth, you folded your arms and waited for the reading. 
“Alright, it's clear.”
You couldn't help but roll your eyes; it was frustrating. You felt like Gator was just doing it to be an asshole.
“Shocker.” You muttered to yourself as you watched him taking the tube from the machine and putting the whole thing back in his car.
“Look, can I just have my ticket? So I can be on my way?” 
Gator adjusted his belt and walked toward you; there was a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite explain. You watched him as he placed his hands on either side against your car. 
"Oh, come on now," Gator protests with a head shake. "That's no way to end this chance encounter."
Before you can say another word, he's closed the space between you, that sly grin still plastered across those lips like they were made for each other or something equally as cheesy. 
As he reaches for your door, he leans in close enough so your faces are almost touching and whispers into your ear: "Maybe I could make it up to you by giving you something else instead?" 
The warmth of his breath sends shivers down your spine. His words echo dark desires deep within yourself that you thought long buried under years upon years of pain and heartache inflicted by none other than Officer Gator Tillman himself back when everyone called him 'Daddy'.
“Ticket would be fine.” You manage to say, your eyes locked onto his as you swallow hard.
"Ticket?" Gator's eyebrows shoot up in surprise before he chuckles softly to himself. "Look, I know who you are, and you have changed for the better." he shakes his head again with a bemused smile playing at the corners of those full lips. "The past is just that. That was then, this is now. Let us not waste it, yeah?."
Without another word, he straightens back up and steps away from your car door - leaving you feeling strangely vulnerable out here, alone. There hadn’t been a single car pass since he stopped you, and you had a feeling there wouldn’t be anytime soon. Sensing this shift in power dynamics between them, something dark and predatory stirs deep within him. An almost primal instinct takes over, as it often does when faced with perceived weakness or fear. 
Time seems to stand still as their gazes lock onto each other's. It’s the predator versus the prey, sizing up their opponent; which will run first? Then suddenly - without warning - everything changes once more.
“I will be on my way, if you aren’t issuing a ticket. I have things to do.” There was almost a cocky undertone to your voice, one that Gator picked up on and caused his expression to turn dark. 
"Now hold on just a damn minute," Gator's voice booms across the quiet country road as he stomps towards you again. There is an undeniable anger simmering beneath the surface. Gator almost can't believe what he's hearing.
Up close and personal once again, his hot breath against your cheek as he leans in. He’s so close your noses are practically touching. His gaze bores into yours with such intensity that it feels almost like he's trying to crawl inside your head- seeking some dark secret or hidden desire buried deep within your soulful eyes.
“What exactly is your problem here? So you know who I am. Does that mean I owe you something? No, It doesn’t. I owe you nothing, Gator! You said no ticket. So, I will be on my way. Now move.” 
"You think this is some kind of game?" Gator snarls, the anger in his voice finally boiling over into something primal and raw. There he was, the snotty little teen you remembered from high school. The one that made your life a living hell. 
"Well, let me tell you something,” he growls lowly, dragging his hand through his slicked-back hair in frustration. “You might’ve gone away, become something fancy stuck-up piece of shit, but here in this town, you’ll always be nothing!”
Before you can say another word, those full lips are pressed hard against yours - he forces his tongue into your mouth. He tastes you like he’s been starving for years. There's an almost savage intensity to this, almost like he’s unleashing everything that he’s been holding onto for years.,
Your hands managed to move and shoved him back hard, almost causing him to fall over. You looked with irritation and anger in your eyes. “I swear to God, Gator if you weren’t a damn cop! I’d be kneeing you in the balls!”
"Is that a fact?" Gator smirks as he leans back against the hood of your car, his gaze never once leaving yours. The predator inside him comes to play in his smile, like he knows exactly what buttons to push to get you where he wants - which is right there underneath him for all eternity.
He can sense the power shift, his prey weakened by a single kiss. Those full lips part into a soft grin once more/ His fingers run along the hood of your car, his eyes still locked on you. 
"Look," he said, closing in on you. His arm leaned on the top of the car as he looked at you. 
"Maybe we could make a deal here? I let you go without a ticket, and maybe..." He pauses deliberately, letting the tension build up inside both of you reach breaking point before finally saying: "...maybe next time things will be different."
“There will not be a next time officer.” You assure him.  
"Oh really?" Gator raises an eyebrow in disbelief as he straightens back up once more. "We'll just have to see about that, won't we?" 
Without another word, he turns around and walks back over to the driver's side door of his patrol car - leaving you alone, feeling strangely exhilarated and nervous despite (or perhaps because of) everything that just happened between you two. 
As he climbs back into the vehicle, a mischievous glint appears in those dark eyes. It's almost like he knows something about this town or its secrets that maybe even YOU don't yet... And for now, it seems Officer Gator Tillman will continue slithering through life without regard for others around him while you watch on helplessly from afar.
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