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ellieslittlewh0re · 10 months

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chapped lips - seattle! ellie x wlf reader

summary - you’re kinda new to the wlf and when your group gets taken out by scars, you’re left alone… at least that’s what you thought until a girl knocks you unconscious and holds you hostage.

wk - 5k

additional tags - revenge! ellie, interrogation play, canon game violence, blood! mention, gun play, name calling, mean! ellie, rough lesbian sex, fingering (e! and reader both receiving) humping?, reader! is a little off her rockers bc she me fr, use of the word daddy (im sorry), degrading (e! to reader), thigh riding, name calling (crazy bitch, slut, whore), this is literally canon seattle! ellie in all her glory, no physical description of reader

It don't know how it happened. I was supposed to go to my post and take out any scars that I came across. Basically, it was suppose to be a normal, average day. I got up at the usual time, ate what I normally would eat before heading out and hell.. I was even was with the usual group that I was always working with. Posted up in a less trafficked area had us comfy, cocky even. My group had their guards down. Me included. Sneaky assholes got the high ground on us.

I don't know if I was the only one who made it. In the chaos of guns firing, arrows flying and the screams of my people being slaughtered, I had ducked into a building in downtown Seattle. Up until now I didn't even know this building was here since we never bothered to send anyone out this far from base.

"Fuck." I take a deep breath, steadying the gun I clutched in my hands. I draw it, pointing it towards the front door and windows that lined up facing the street. I scan with my gun looking for anything really. Scars, anyone from my group that may have survived. Any movement at all but it was silent. Bodies littered the street. I recognize a comrades body that laid lifeless on a hood of a rusted taxi.

I can't stay here. I thought to myself, cowering behind a counter still squeezing the pistol in my hands.

"C'mon. You got this." I take a few deep breaths to gain to courage to get the fuck out of there. I squeeze my eyes shut for just a moment when a slight squeak of the linoleum floor alerted me. I snap my head to the direction of the noise. A flash of color and something came down heavy on my head then everything went black.

"Hey-"

Was I dreaming?

"Wake up."

Who's voice is that? Did I dream the whole thing? I am waking up for the first time and my whole grouped didn't just get killed in front of me.

*slap*

My eyes fly open and my head is pounding. I blink repeatedly trying to take in the surroundings. It didn't look like my barracks room. My cheek began to sting and I go to touch it, but I couldn't.

"About time."

I follow the voice looking up. It was a girl. A girl I didn't recognize.

"What? who'r you?" I groan in agony. My head felt like it was going to explode and my wrists started to go numb. I look up to my hands that were cuffed to a drawer above me. Skin red around where the metal was digging in. This definitely wasn't a dream.

"Where's Abby?" She knelt down in front of me using a bat to steady herself. Her voice was raspy, demanding and didn't sound like she was looking to make a friend.

"Who?" My voice went up a pitch from annoyance. Who the fuck is this girl and why the fuck is she holding me hostage.

"Don't play dumb. Abby Anderson. She's one of you." She takes her index finger and moves it up to the patch on my jacket.

"You think I know every wolf? There's fucking hundreds of us." I shove my shoulder into her hand, forcing her touch away.

"For your sake you should probably think a little harder." She stood and hovered over me, adjusting the grip on the bat she was wielding.

"Or?- What? You're going to kill me?" I let out a humorless chuckle. I furrow my brows at her, puffing out my chest trying to come off as intimidating even if I was the one restrained.

"It's your last chance." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her knuckles turning white from her firm grip on the bat.

"Fuck you." I spat. Yanking on cuffs, but it didn't help. I felt the stinging around my wrist intensify and a warm trickle down my arm. I didn't know why I was fighting anymore. I didn't want to be apart of the this group in the first place but they had guns and food, things necessary to survive and I wanted to keep living. It felt like it was going to be cut short anyways when I notice her bring the bat over her head and throw it down towards my face.

"WAIT!" I flinch and scream just before it could make contact causing her to pause. I take a few deep, shaky breaths as she crouched down in front of me once again.

"You said Abby... Blonde hair? Works out a lot?" Too scared to make eye contact I keep my eyes fixated on the girls shoes. Dirty converse that were worn and stained with blood.

"Where." She wasn't asking she was demanding. Her tone was sharp and cold which made me flinch.

"No- no one has seen her since yesterday..." a tremble could be heard in my voice. I shut my eyes and brace for the wood. Either she's not going to believe me and kill me or it wasn't what she'd want to hear and kill me.

"Bull-fucking-shit." She chucked lightly but it wasn't out of humor.

"It's the truth. She left without permission yesterday and hasn't come back." I gain the courage to look in her eyes and stand my ground. Hoping that she'd just believe me and let me go.

She stood, pacing back in forth dragging the bat behind her.

"Please- just let me go.... I won't say anything. I'll just pretend-" I was cut off by the shattering of glass. I got on my feet and peek over the counter at the front windows. Familiar whistles and people in homemade leather jackets start to flank the building.

"Fuck me." The girl cursed under her breath, taking cover behind a shelving unit a few feet from me.

"Unlock it." I demanded. Pulling at the cuffs.

"Fuck no. You'll just kill me as soon as you get the chance." She held her pistol firming by the side of her head, peaking around the shelves. A arrow flew past her, missing by a few centimeters.

"No... I'll help kill these fuckers and then I'll try to kill you." My patience was wearing thin and she seemed to appreciate the honesty. She readied herself, taking a few steps back and then running across the open fire, sliding herself next to me.

"Don't move."

"Wait- why?-" I was cut off by the sound her gun firing and I felt a burning sensation in between my wrists. I felt my hands free from the awkward position.

"Give me my gun." I held my hand out, peaking over the counter in a frenzied state. She hesitates making me look at her in frustration. My eyes widen in a 'what the fuck are you doing' kind of way.

"We kill these fuckers first. Yeah?" She raised her brows at me with a nod. I roll my eyes at her and huff.

"Oh my fucking god-" I was cut off by the sound of more glass shattering and gun fire, casing me to flinch.

She slapped down the weapon in my open palm and give me a look of 'you ready?' and I nod back to her.

She fires gun shots at the entrance as I make it over to the other side of the building. I keep myself concealed, ducking and sliding behind furniture as I try to take them by surprise. I find a broken window and jump out of it and take cover behind the same taxi except now blood poured from the hood. I peak from behind the car and take aim at a scar that was further behind the rest. I steady my hand and shoot casing him to go down. The sound of my gun alerting another one. He aims his rifle at me, but it was too late I let another bullet fire, hitting him in the chest. The girl who was once my captor was now my partner for the time being. She proved herself useful and skilled. She'd taken out a few that were closest to the building, making more flood the front which just made it easier for me.

The sound of gun firing had stopped, leaving the sound of wind that rustled the trash in the streets. I scan the street and slowly start to stand up from behind the car when I felt a hand throw me backwards by my hair.

"AH!" I scream, trying to pry the hands from my scalp. A large man with a machete crawled on top of me. I reach for my gun that fell to my side but he tosses it out of reach. I hit and claw at the bald man's face which made him put his knees on my arms, leaving me completely helpless against his strength.

"Such a pretty little thing." The man sneers and I felt him wrap his hands around my throat. I gasp and flail trying to loosen myself from him, but I couldn't. He squeezed harder and harder, making my vision go blurry and I heard ringing in my ears. It started to go dark again but I heard one last *pop* and the tension around my neck relaxed. I gasp and cough, not really sure what happened. I felt warm liquid pool down my neck in chest. I look down to see the now dead man partially on top of me, open wound to the back of his head. I push him off and crawl out from underneath him.

"What the fuck is wrong with these people." I continue to try and catch my breath, wiping away the blood splatter and sweat off of my face.

"You're welcome."

My state of adrenaline induced shock was interrupted by the girls voice. I turn to her in disbelief that one: she killed somebody to save me and two: she had the nerve to crack a joke right now.

"I didn't ask for your help." I pick my gun off of the ground, shoving it into the waist of my jeans.

"Oh? So you wanted him to kill you?" She sounded annoyed that I didn't kiss her feet for the favor.

"What does it matter? You're going to kill me anyways!" I throw my hands up as my voice grew louder. I hear her sigh and suck her teeth. I didn't understand her. She was fully intended on bashing my head open, but then she had a change of heart and saves me?

"If you're done here can we get this over with?" I snap at her and start to walk back into the building.

"Not here. Not safe anymore."

I paused briefly, confused by her words. 'Not safe anymore' what does that matter if you're just going to kill me?

I follow her a few blocks away making sure to hang a few feet back. I would be so easy to shoot her right now and she'd have no idea. I should shoot her. I mean she knocked me unconscious, cuffed me and threatened to kill me. It's clear she has issues with the WLF and specifically this Abby chick. Whatever it is, I don't care. I have my own personal beef with the WLF and this girl she's looking for isn't my friend or anyone special to me so maybe that's why I didn't shoot her.

"Seriously where the fuck are we going?" I break the silence and my voice echoed throughout the street.

"Somewhere secure." She answered but continued to look straight ahead.

We continued to walk for another half hour or so, the only noise was the sound of our feet shuffling pebbles and debris that littered the roads.

"How much further?" My agitation grew with each passing minute. Growing more anxious that I had no idea what this girl plans to do with me.

"Stop bitching. We're here." She stopped in her place making me almost run into her.

I look up at the sign on the front of the building that read 'Pinnacle Theater' and scoffed.

"Is now the best time to watch a movie?"

"It's safe." She snapped, turning back to shoot me a glare.

Safe? Safe from what? The only thing that's a threat to my safety right now is her so why did she bring me here?

"Whatever." I roll my eyes and follow her into the building.

I take in the surroundings of the theater. The large burgundy curtains that hung on the walls gave it a gaudy, over the top feel. Once fancy chairs and couches were now coated in a thick layer of dust and mildew. My attention to the interior of the large room was diverted to a rattling behind me.

"What are you doing?" I furrow my brows at her in confusion as she was putting the legs of a chair in between the handles of the doors.

"Do you want more of those assholes showing up?" She spit back, sounding annoyed that I had the audacity to question her. I roll my eyes once again at her attitude, crossing my arms over chest in a way to shield myself.

"Sit." The seriousness of her tone snapped me out of thoughts and caused me to look at her. Her brows were slightly furrowed and her jaw was tense, making her bone structure more defined than it already was. I was scared of her so I obeyed, slowly lowering myself on a nearby couch while keeping my eyes on her. If she was going to make a move I didn't want to be caught off guard.

"Where's Abby?" She took a few steps closer to me and maintained a hateful stare.

"I told you... she left."

I watch her face contort from my words. The slight flare of her nostrils and the curl of her lip made my heart start to pound faster. She started to pace again... forward a few steps and turning around and doing the same, repeating her movements. A fuse was being snapped the longer I watched her, a switch within that was half-way being flipped. She stopped her pacing and lunged at me, whipping out her pistol out of her back pocket to point it at my face.

"Where?" Her voice became course and there was a slight tremble.

"Pl-please.... I told you already. I've just joined the WLF a few months ago... I don't know anything." I flinch. Breaking the eye contact turning my face away, squeezing my eyes shut.

I hear her take a quick breath and then the cocking of her gun. I let out a whimper, squeezed my eyes even tighter and braced for what's to come.

"Fuck-" She breathed heavily and I hear her take a few steps back lowering her gun. I timidly open my eyes and watch her as she sits on the ground. Her head hung low in between her legs that were propped up. Her hand was still clutched around the handle of her gun but I noticed the tremble of her free hand. She breathed heavily, slowly like she was trying to sooth herself. The tough act that she put on up until this point was now crumbling beneath her feet.

I didn't know what to do. Part of me wanting to flee and another part of me wanted to comfort her which confused me. I don't know her and our first time meeting each other wasn't really all that pleasant, but she was hurting and that was something that I could connect with. I hear her sniffle and she quickly goes to wipe the tears.

"Hey-" I start to get up but was rudely stopped by her pointing her gun as she stood and took a few steps back.

"I-I'm not going to hurt you if you don't hurt me." I held my hands up high for her to see as I slowly reach into my waistband as she followed my movements with her gun. The sound of mental hitting the carpeted floor bounced off the walls. Maybe I'm trusting her too much by discarding the only weapon I had to defend myself, but I felt like she didn't want to hurt me she just felt like she had no other choice.

"See?" I lower my hands back down to my side as she looked at me with confusion, the grip on her weapon tightening.

"You think I won't?" She took a few strides forward, now leaving me at arm's length with only a few inches between the tip of her gun and my chest. My teeth clench and I break out in a cold sweat.

"No. I don't." I take a small step forward allowing her gun to dig into my chest. I felt coldness of the barrel through my clothes. My breath hitched and a shudder ran up my spine. The girl looked at me in disbelief, glancing at my partly opened lips and the contact of her gun.

"You're fucking crazy." She chuckled lowly.

"Maybe." I whispered as I tilt my head to the side. We stood in this position for what felt like hours but in reality probably only a few seconds had gone by. I noticed her breathing pick up as she fixed her eyes on the cleavage that poured out the top of my low cut shirt. A realization hit me when I noticed what she was looking at. She was turned on by what she saw. I didn't know if it was simply because she found me attractive or the whole holding me at gunpoint and at her mercy was just a fucked up kink of hers.

Getting a closer look at her face she was quite beautiful, handsome almost. Bright green eyes framed by dark long lashes, freckles dispensed unevenly across her face, full lips that had a scar that ran through the top corner and how her dark auburn hair was tied up messily in a half up- half down style. Her sharpe bone structure making her seem more masculine and how she carried herself was much more of a man. She was a type of girl I hardly came across and she was exactly my type.

I grab her gun slowly and push it down and to my surprise she didn't retaliate. I take one last step forward until we are chest to chest. I didn't realize it before, but she is much taller than me. She could easily overpower me and I just hoped it didn't come down to that. I subconsciously bit down on my lip as I look at her parted mouth, I felt her breath brush against my own.

"What are you doing?" She breathed, leaning in slightly looking perplexed.

"If you're not going to kill me then what else are we going to do?" I blink wide-eyed at her, cocking my head slightly as a whininess took over my voice. The corner of her lips tugged up into a devilish smirk.

Her hand gripped tightly on arm, forcing me backwards. She pushed me down on the couch, pining my back against it as she got on top and straddled my legs.

"You really are fucking crazy." She gritted through her teeth before I felt her lips clash against mine. Her lips were chapped and felt rough against my own. The aggression and desperation of her kiss caused me to moan as her tongue slipped into my mouth. I felt fingers tips drag over my thin fabric top before she squeezed my breast harshly.

"Fuck-" I break the kiss, looking at her through half hooded eyes. I was panting looking up at the girl as she looked down on me with hunger. I felt a heat building in my core making my decision making fuzzy. I roll my head to the side and noticed her hand still holding onto her gun. Dark green-blue ink that came together into a delicate looking drawing covered almost her entire forearm.

Her fingers were long and small cuts and scrapes covered them. I imagined what she would feel like inside of me which caused a small whine to leave my lips. Maybe I am crazy...because why the fuck am I having these thoughts when she is holding a gun this close to my head all the while making out with me? She glanced to where I was looking and caught me deep in my thoughts.

"Does this turn you on? Huh?" She lifted her hand that held the weapon and swayed it in front of my face, almost in a way of trying to shame me.

A whimper escaped my lips unintentionally and a deep-rooted desire was coming to the surface. I don't know if it was the stress or how attracted I was to her, but being scared of her just made me all the more aroused.

"You're so fucked up." She humiliates me like she was on a power trip as she pressed the tip of the gun to my temple. My body shudders as I felt the icy metal brush against my skin.

"Pl-please..." I whine at her, begging her to do something about the heat building in my pussy. I squeeze my thighs together underneath her as tears start to form in my eyes.

"Please what? Use your words princess." She kissed slowly at my neck.

"Touch me." I breathe out, my voice trembling.

I hear a giggle and her breath in my neck.

"Name's Ellie. Use it." She sternly demanded. Her voice rough and almost hoarse.

"Ellie- I need you t-to touch me." My hips started to grind the air, desperate for some sort of friction.

"Good girl." I felt her teeth dig into my neck before lifting herself back up to look down at me. She kept her eyes on my own as she placed her gun down, probably making sure I wouldn't try to grab it. Her hands move down to unbutton my pants and I lift my ass, allowing her to remove them completely. My breathing hitched as she cupped my pussy, gently rubbing small circles over my underwear.

"Fuuuck- you're so fucking wet for me even though I tried to kill you. You're such a crazy bitch." Her choice of words made the throbbing more intense.

I moan as I move my hips against her hand, head rolling back as I focus on getting myself off but she pulled her hand away before I could.

I watch her confused as she lifts herself off of me and then sitting back down.

"Get on top." She sounded impatient, patting her leg.

I hesitantly crawl further down the couch, lifting one leg over her thigh and holding her shoulders to steady me.

I felt her fingers wrapped behind my neck pulling me in to reconnect our lips. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth as I let out another moan. The thin fabric of my underwear, now soaked, made the ridges of her jeans more apparent.

"Mm fuck- el-lie." My hips started to rock back and forth against her leg.

"That's it. Use me, slut." She gritted, molding various parts of my exposed skin in between her fingers.

I felt her hands grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. She kissed and bit at the delicate skin between my breast, but it wasn't enough. She pulled my bra down so the straps hung off of my shoulders, leaving my chest exposed. Her mouth enveloped my nipple, sucking and then biting it gently.

"Fuuu- mmm-" Biting my lip to silence my wines as I felt goosebumps form on my exposed skin.

My hand wondered down to the button on her jeans as steadied myself with the other.

"C-can I?" I ask for permission through wet eyelashes, eyebrows furrowed upwards but was already unzipping her pants and slipping my hand inside. Her hand that harshly gripped my side came up around my throat causing me to pause. I felt her fingers squeeze around my neck but she didn't say anything. I study her expression trying to understand if she wanted me to stop. Her eyes were dark and filled with lust, lips parted as her chest rose and fell from her rapid breathing. I cautiously slipped my fingers in between her folds, feeling the slickness of her arousal.

"Fuck-" She leaned her head back against the couch and adjusted her hips, allowing me easier access. She rocked her pussy into my fingers as I did the same on her thigh. Seeing her in this submissive position and at mercy to what I was doing to her made my heat burn hotter. She must have felt the way I was watching her and switched back to her more controlling behavior, slipping her hand in my underwear.

"Mmmm-" I bit down on my lip, throwing my head back while still trying to keep my rhythm on her pussy. I dragged my cunt against her fingers. My hole dripping and coating her hand and letting her slip her finger in easily.

"Ahh... Fuck.. yes Ellie- j-just like that." I started to bounce my pussy on her finger, leaning back and grabbing the back of my calf with one hand to keep me stabilized while the other sloppily encircled her clit.

"Keep doing that baby.." She breathed heavily and her words broken while still trying to maintain her position of power, but she was weakened from my touch. Her aggressive, harsh tone was now much softer and feminine. Her whimpers and moans sounded like honey coated candies, sweet and sounded like music to my ears. Her breathing quickened and the distance between her cries were getting shorter. Her eyes squeezed shut as her head tilted back, signaling she was close.

"Fuck- I'm-" Her jaw hung open and her body tensed underneath me.

"C-cum fr' me Ellie.." I bounced lazily on her fingers, wet sloshes and strained moaning filled the room. I slowed my pace against her clit as her hips stilled and then buckled, leaving her limp for a few seconds.

Her chest rising and falling deeply as she caught her breath. She looked at me with wide eyes then shifted back to the girl I first met. Her eyes darkened and her jaw tensed, lifting herself as she held into my thigh putting me beneath her once again. I look up at her with sex drunk eyes, pulling her down to feel her chapped lips on mine. I held onto the sides of her face as we tasted each other, savoring every last drop.

"You're so f'ckn sexy baby." She panted, reaching down and rushing to tug my underwear out of her way.

"Mmm Fuuu—" I moan, bitting my bottom lip as I felt her fingers slip between my folds.

"M' not gonna go easy on you." She mumbled into my neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses behind my ear.

"G-good." My voice trembled as I felt a finger enter and a second follow shortly behind. Her pace quickened and my eyes start to fill with tears. I look up at her through wet eye lashes, pitiful and dazed. I pull her head down and kiss her deeply, moaning into her mouth.

Her fingers pounded into my cunt without mercy, leaving my body limp and unable to control myself. My moans turned to screaming as her wrist slapped against my clit with each thrust. The fingers of her free hand dug into my leg that was draped over her shoulder as she gently placed kisses to my calf.

"M' so close..." I cry out, tear stained cheeks as I study her face, her watching how my pussy takes her fingers. Her brows furrowed, her mouth hung open ever so slightly. The sweat glistened on her nose and forehead from the rigorous movements. The milky fluid of my sex coated her knuckles.

"You like it rough- huh?" She gritted through her teeth, grabbing the back of my thigh and pushing it forward, allowing the pressure to dig deeper.

"Oh- ohhh Fuuck.. y- yes daddy.. mm-" I barely can make out, eyes rolled back into my head as she fucks against my cervix.

"Be a good girl- Cum fr' daddy." Her raspy, sex driven voice ricocheted through my body. My back arched, my head fuzzy as I grabbed the couch cushion. The air was sticky and thick as my hips rolled and twitched sporadically, not being able to control my movements. I watch her through blurred vision, the silhouette of her hazy from my tear filled eyes. My jaw falls open, my eyes squeeze shut and my climax rolls throughout my body like waves. Bolts of electricity course through me causing my hips to jolt. She slows her pace against my cunt, riding me out until my body stills.

I lay motionless, body splayed out on the couch as I catch my breath. My pussy continued to throb from the sudden absence. I felt her sit down on the couch just below my propped-up knees, causing me to look down at her from my horizontal position. She examined her fingers, still wet, and brought them to her mouth.

"You taste so good baby.. I need more."

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bobgasm · 4 months

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awards season | b.f

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x f!reader [admiral!bob] word count: 6129 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], dom/sub elements, praise kink, superior/insubordinate, power play dynamics, panty stuffing, buttplugs, reader gets tied up, lush vibrating egg, slight voyeurism/exhibitionism, spanking as a punishment, choking, breeding kink, inaccurate naval knowledge, unprotected p in v sex, strip tease,

summary: in which you and bob have a private arrangement going on, but you can’t resist him at the navy’s awards and promotion ceremonies

author’s note: basically a follow up part of the snappening but is also a standalone. @attapullman don’t kill me for this. happy IBFF month everyone 🥳

oneshot | masterlist

You were dressed to the nines. A gorgeous, expensive dress had been delivered to your apartment, courtesy of Natasha. She’d asked you to be her plus one to the Navy Honour’s ceremony, and who were you to say no? Javy and Bob were going to be there, obviously, but given the nature of your professional relationships to them, you all decided it was best if you went separately.

Tonight was technically your first public outing with Bob. You’d been on a couple of small dates, usually dinner at his place that wound up with you spending the night. But tonight you’d be seeing him outside of the small bubble the two of you had been living in. You wanted to look your best, and make it a night he’d never forget.

And you knew just the way to do that.

Natasha had done your makeup and the two of you had done a few shots while getting ready. She was dressed in her Navy blues, just like you knew Javy and Bob would be.

Your dress was a red backless number and you had tape pretty much covering your chest to provide an easy no-bra look. Natasha had wolf-whistled when she’d seen you and you’d tried to adjust the neckline of the dress so it wasn’t sitting so low. You felt self-conscious.

Now you were arriving, walking arm in arm with Natasha as she spoke to various Captains and Admirals. You were polite, greeting them warmly.

“And who’s your date tonight?” Natasha was asked.

“This is my friend, Y/N,” she explained.

You were sat at a table with Cyclone who continued to eye you throughout the night. Also at the table were a couple WSO’s who were prominent in their field, but you were more concerned with the fact that Bob and Javy sat at the next table over.

“You look so fucking good tonight,” Bob told you later in the evening.

He’d slipped into the empty seat beside you while Natasha was in the bathroom and the rest of your table had dispersed to speak with other people in attendance.

“Good,” you said smugly. “I wore it with the intent you’d have more fun removing it.” He chuckled and shot a look over his shoulder. “Where’s Coyote gone?”

“Probably to say the same corny shit to Phoenix.”

You laughed and reached for your glass of wine, taking a sip. “Your place or mine tonight?”

“Yours is closer,” he mused, leaning back in his seat. The length of his thigh pressed up against yours. It was as much physical contact as he was going to show in public, and you understood why. “Don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

“Just tonight or in general?”

“Tonight,” he clarified. “You look so fucking good.”

You laughed again. “You’ve already said that.”

“I’m a little drunk, whatever,” he dismissed, shifting in his seat.

“How much longer do you want to stay?” You asked him, hooking your ankle behind his leg running the top of your foot up and down his calf.

He reached for your glass of wine and finished it. “I’m good to leave when you are.”

“I’ll just send Natasha a text,” you replied, grabbing your phone from your clutch to send them a text. The chances that she’d already left with Javy were slim, but never zero.

Bob and I are leaving. Recommend going to Javy’s tonight x

You tucked your phone away and gave him a look. “I’ll meet you at my place?”

He nodded and watched you quickly leave. You assumed he ordered himself an Uber, you just weren’t expecting it to be a ride-share and have him slide in the back of the car beside you.

“Same place?” The driver noted.

“Yeah,” Bob agreed, hand resting on your thigh just above your knee. The driver looked back at the two of you in the mirror before pulling into traffic, not saying another word. You were grateful for it.

Bob’s hand slowly inched higher the longer the drive took. You placed your hand on top of his to stop it from going any higher. He was who he was, and the driver kept looking in the rearview mirror. If anything was going to happen, it was once you were in the privacy of your apartment.

That you now shared with Natasha.

The two of you had decided to upgrade from your small, Navy issued apartments a few years ago. It meant you could have Bob and Javy over without any issues popping up, but the building you’d moved to was less Naval Officers and more public friendly. That had been deliberate.

Bob had been over a handful of times, though you usually went to his place. He liked to take his time, make you scream, and though Natasha wouldn’t give you too much shit for it, he didn’t like an audience. You understood perfectly, because you weren’t really a fan of an audience either. So anytime he came over, it was usually for cuddles and sleep.

By the time you got home, Bob was pulling you in for a searing kiss. He was aching to touch you, be near you. You hadn’t even managed to unlock the door before he backed you into it. Hands gripping your waist and his mouth on yours.

“Bob,” you whined, tugging at his hair.

He groaned, reaching for the keys in your hand and making quick work of unlocking the door. You grinned as you pulled him inside. He kicked the door shut and then his hands were on you again. Hiking up the dress, hands gripping your thighs as he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist.

You gasped, feeling his erection pressed against your core.

“See what you do to me?” He asked, roughly groping your ass as he carried you into the bedroom. “Drives me so fucking crazy not being able to touch you. Kiss you. Having to watch men flirt with you all night and not be able to make a scene.”

“They’re not you,” you reminded him. “They don’t get to see me the way you do. Who cares if they flirt? You’re the one who has me in his bed nearly every night.”

He hummed as you kissed him, savouring the feeling of his mouth on yours. The taste of liquor that lingered on his lips. The texture of his hair between your fingers.

“Help me out of this dress,” you told him, finding your feet and turning around so he could unzip the dress. Kisses pressed to your bare shoulder, fingers slowly tugging down the zipper. Too slow.

His hands skimmed your sides as the material fell to the floor. You reached up to tug at the corner of a piece of tape. You were relieved to find that it was easy to remove.

“That’s hot,” Bob teased, picking at the tape covering your other breast. “Like I’m unwrapping a present.”

You laughed and balled up the piece of tape in your hand, dropping it onto the bedside table while he continued to remove the rest of the tape. Grinning when he was done, finally able to admire you properly.

“You’re overdressed, Admiral Floyd.” Officially, he wasn’t an Admiral yet, but it was coming.

He groaned at your words, your hands sliding up his chest. Tugging the tie loose from around his neck.

“Fuck you for calling me Admiral Floyd,” he said, taking the tie from your hands and shrugging out of his jacket. “Lie down, hands above your head.”

You did as he said, resting back against the pillows and crossing your wrists above your head. You watched him move. Biting down on his bottom lip as he stepped beside the bed, looping your wrists together with his tie and knotting it to the headboard.

His hair was messy from your hands. Eyes dancing across your body with admiration and lust. He liked how easily you obeyed, that you really were his good girl. His.

Your chest heaved in anticipation, legs pressed tightly together. Seeking any kind of relief.

He hadn’t even seen your surprise yet, a pink jewelled plug seated nicely between the cheeks of your ass. It’d been driving you wild all night. A reminder of the fun you’d be having later.

“Have you been a good girl tonight?” He asked, voice thick with lust. Desire. All for you.

“No, Admiral Floyd,” you replied as innocently as you could manage.

“No?” He taunted. “Tell me, baby.”

“‘m wearing a plug,” you whispered. “Wanted to surprise you.”

He groaned in appreciation, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up his forearms. “Where’s your toys?”

You whimpered. He hadn’t even touched you yet.

“Bottom drawer,” you confessed. Of course he knew you had toys. You’d sent him a video on Snapchat of you using your dildo on yourself. He crouched down, grabbing the bag of toys from the drawer.

“What other surprises do you have here?”

“Bob,” you pleaded, tugging against your restraints.

He tutted. “That’s not my name, kitten.”

“Admiral Floyd,” you mewled, bringing a smile to his face.

“That’s better, baby,” he praised, opening the drawstring bag to reveal your two dildos – one bright pink, the other flesh coloured – some nipple clamps, a couple of vibrators and a…cock ring? He pulled it out curiously, holding it up for you to see. “Have you used this with anyone?”

“No,” you confessed. “Bought it because I wanted you to wear it. Just didn’t know how to ask.”

His eyes softened as he looked at you. Spread out on the bed, tugging at your restraints and desperately seeking some kind of relief between your legs.

“I should’ve known,” he said, reaching down to cup your cheek. “The second you said you wanted two of my fingers in your cunt and five around your neck.”

You gasped as his fingers trailed down your neck, ever so lightly applying pressure.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, eyes fluttering closed. It wasn’t enough, but it was him. The simple act of him lightly gripping your throat turned you on so much more than you thought it would.

“Spread your legs,” he told you softly.

You did as he asked, missing his light touch around your neck. You opened your eyes to watch him settle between your legs, grinning wickedly.

“Naughty girl,” he tsked. “Wearing that plug made you so fucking wet.”

“Wore it for you.”

He pulled the saturated material of your panties to the side, running his finger up the length of your slit and applied pressure to your swollen clit. Stroking it slightly, watching you squirm under his touch.

“Admiral Floyd, please.”

“Fucking hell,” he cursed, taking the time to properly remove your underwear. Stuffing the material in your mouth and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Good girls get to talk. You haven’t been a good girl tonight, have you?”

You shook your head, watching him dip his head to suck your breasts. Nipples taut with desire to be touched, played with. Your moan muffled by the material stuffed in your mouth, back arching towards his mouth. Needing so much more than he was giving you.

“Was gonna take my time with you tonight,” he mumbled, his breath hot against your skin. Suckling bruises into the swell of your chest. “Don’t think you deserve it, hm?”

Your arms strained as you tugged them, begging them to be freed. Needing to touch him. Tell him he could have his way with you, whatever he wanted. You just wanted to be used.

You watched him free his cock from his pants, kneeling between your open legs as he stroked his length. His tip was positioned at your entrance, roughly thrusting inside your sopping heat. Palming your breasts or gripping your hips as he set an unrelenting pace.

God, this was exactly what you needed. His grunts and groans filled the air. Fingers gripping your hips so tightly you knew they’d leave bruises. The sound of wet skin slapping and the tightening in your core only spurring him on.

“Cum with me, kitten,” he goaded. “Fuck, I’m almost there. Need you to milk the cum from my cock. There’s my good girl, fucking hell.”

Your body spasmed as he talked you through your orgasm. Feeling like it was so much more intense than it had ever been before. Your eyes squeezing shut, your moans muffled and legs locked around his waist.

Bob loosened your restraints and you took your panties from your mouth. Throwing them across the room while he started taking your heels off.

“Don’t give me that look,” you whined, watching a smirk form on his face as he dropped the first heel to the ground and started on the next.

“What look?” He asked innocently.

You grabbed a pillow and used it to cover your face, groaning into it. He laughed softly, only removing the pillow once your other shoe was off.

“What look?”

“That ‘you’ve got a kinky secret you’ve been hiding from me’ look,” you replied.

“I mean, you do,” he pointed out. “I won’t push it if you’re not comfortable…”

“I can’t have this conversation with a plug in my ass,” you confessed, only making him laugh. You gasped as he flipped you onto your stomach, hands grabbing your ass. Revealing that pretty plug nestled inside. “Fucking hell.”

He hummed as he toyed with the gem, spanking your ass just because he could.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he praised. Your hands gripped the bedsheets, a moan falling past your lips as he gently tugged the plug. “Relax, baby.”

“This is just turning me on more,” you admitted. “Let me do it.”

“No,” his voice was firm, gently tugging the plug again.

The moan that fell past your lips as the plug breached the tight muscle had you hiding your face in shame. Whimpering at the loss of the intrusion while he slapped your ass again.

“Get that pretty little ass in the shower,” he told you. You wasted no time in heading to the bathroom and starting the shower. You heard the plug clink as he washed it in the sink before stripping and joining you a moment later. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

You grinned as he snaked his arms around your waist, your own draping around his neck.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Admiral Floyd.”

“I’m so glad you’ve never called me that at work,” he confessed. “Would’ve been awkward as fuck trying to hide my boner.”

You laughed and he silenced you with a kiss. Sweet and searing.

“Maybe this would’ve happened a lot sooner,” you mused.

“I love that it’s happening now, though.”

“So do I.”

The next awards show was the one you’d been hanging out for. The Promotion Ceremony was almost a week after the Navy’s annual awards ceremony. You’d been working your butt off during the week, and spending the evenings with Bob.

It was a comfortable little routine you found yourselves in, but you hadn’t come close to having a conversation about your kinks and boundaries. You were hoping to broach the subject with a new little stint at the next ceremony.

Once again, your dress matched Natasha’s dress for the evening.

You walked inside the building arm in arm with Natasha yet again. You smiled warmly at Natasha’s bosses and politely excused yourself to use the bathroom. Putting your little plan into action.

The pink device slipped easily inside you, and the control was an app on your phone. You checked it to see that it was working, leaving it on a low buzz that tickled you just right. Washing your hands before joining Natasha and trying to find your table.

You were led to the right table, glad to see that it was empty for now. Allowing the two of you to settle and chat amongst yourselves for the time being.

You perked up when Bob and Javy joined you both at the table. They were mingling, as usual, but both dressed nicely in their blues. You let your eyes wander over Bob, whose jaw ticked as he took in your outfit. Eyes lingering on the deep plunge of your neckline.

So that’s how you were playing it tonight, you thought. A smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth as you met his heavenly gaze.

“Fancy seeing you two here,” Natasha teased.

The low hum between your legs was comfortable, and as Javy dragged Natasha away to get some water, you made your move. Slipping into the seat beside Bob and placing your phone on the table, the app open for anyone to see.

“What’s this?”

You leaned in a little closer and lowered your voice. “The controls for the vibrator in my pussy.”

“Oh, kitten.”

You let out a flirty giggle. “Give it a try.”

You demonstrated how to alter the speed, biting down on your inner cheeks as he cranked the speed high. Too high.

“You’re in for a long night,” he warned you.

You gave him a sweet smile as you moved back to your seat, shuffling to get comfortable despite the intense vibrations from the toy. Yeah, it was going to be a long night.

“What’s the passcode?”

“7-4-4-8,” you replied through gritted teeth, watching him lock the phone and tuck it into his pocket. It spelled out shit, which was exactly what you thought at that moment.

He grinned wickedly, resting his arms on the table as he looked at you. “You’ll be rewarded if you don’t cum.”

You nodded, legs crossed beneath the table and hands in your lap. He watched you intently as you shuffled in your seat, breaths coming short and quick. Your eyes dart around the room, trying to figure out if anyone has any clue about what’s going on.

“Y/N,” Bob said softly. “Breathe slowly.”

“Shut up,” you hissed, blowing out a breath. Eyes finding his shining with mischief. You try to slow your breathing, in through your nose, out through your mouth.

But you’re acutely aware of how good it feels between your legs. The tiniest moan slipped past your lips and he’s quick to turn the device down. Your jaw ticked as you clenched your teeth and glowered in his direction.

He did it for a reason, Javy and Natasha were back. He didn’t want it to be so obvious. He didn’t want you to get caught.

One look at Natasha told you she’d got more than a bottle of water. You busied yourself with fixing her hair while she wore a guilty look and finished reapplying her lipstick.

Bob gave Javy shit, but it was all in good humour. Considering the control he had over you tucked in his pocket…you bit your tongue. Not wanting to say anything to incriminate the two of you when Natasha and Javy had clearly just fucked in a bathroom somewhere.

“Thanks,” she mumbled to you.

You hummed in acknowledgement as you sat back in your seat, trying not to fidget or shuffle too much. Every time you moved you felt the device hit your g-spot and you almost gave yourself away.

“You okay?”

You hummed again. “Yeah, when’s this thing supposed to start?”

“Soon,” Bob answered coolly. Bastard. He was having too much fun with his hand in his pocket and thumb moving the speed of the device inside you. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you snipped. Both Natasha and Javy cast a look between the both of you before sharing a look of their own. “Stop asking me if I’m okay.”

“You seem tense,” Natasha commented. “I know a good bathroom to get your back blown out in…”

Javy nudged her with a playful look in his eyes. You were glad you were seated so far away from Bob right now, you knew you’d cross a line if he was within touching distance.

“That’s not her problem,” Bob replied.

Natasha eyed you a little more carefully, her hand covering their mouth as she started giggling. God fucking damn it.

“Shut up,” you hissed.

“I haven’t said anything,” she replied, still laughing her ass off.

You slapped her arm, but the movement made the device brush your g-spot and you clamped your hand over your mouth to stop you from moaning.

Bob turned the device up ever so slightly. You glared at him, arms folded over your chest as you sank down in your seat. Trying to block out the tightness in your core and focus on your breathing again.

“What the fuck is happening?” Javy whispered to Natasha.

“I’ll tell you later,” she replied, rubbing her arm from where you slapped her. “I kinda wanna see how this plays out.”

“I’ll slap you again,” you threatened Natasha. She simply gave you a shit-eating grin in response.

It was going to be a long night.

Throughout the opening ceremony, Bob turned the vibrations down to a more bearable setting. You appreciated it, but didn’t let on that you were happy or annoyed. You focused on the host, while keeping an eye on Bob in your peripheral, whose gaze never once waived from you.

You enjoyed your drink and spoke with Natasha. As the ceremony progressed, you’d look at Bob occasionally, and only then would the setting get turned up slightly.

Your seating configuration changed so you were sitting beside Bob near the halfway point of the evening. At least, you thought it was about halfway through. They hadn’t quite finished all the mumbo jumbo from the retiring staff yet.

You drank to try and calm down as the vibrations were gradually increased to a point where you were constantly being edged. Brought closer to your orgasm, but then Bob would turn it back down. Resting a hand on your knee for a brief moment, a silent reminder of what he said earlier.

It only made you antsier. You shuffled your chair a little closer until his leg was pressed against the length of yours. You needed his touch, his comfort. Whatever kind that you could get, given your current surroundings.

When they announced the newest Admirals, Javy and Bob rose to their feet. But not before Bob set the device at an uncomfortably high speed.

“Breathe,” you reminded yourself, though it was a struggle.

Damn Bob. Damn you for having this idea in the first place.

They made short speeches as they accepted their medals that now adorned their breastplates and you shifted in your seat. Trying to find a comfortable position that didn’t have the egg pressing nauseatingly against your g-spot.

When the men rejoined the table, Bob’s hand lingered on your thigh. Your breathing quickened, heart racing as you squeezed your legs together and gripped his hand tightly.

“You’re okay,” he told you softly, turning his hand over to properly hold yours.

“I’m okay,” you breathed, swallowing hard.

“Good girl.”

You squeezed his hand as a warning, your other hand pressed to your chest. You barely paid any attention as Natasha took to the stage. She was accepting her second star on her Admiral badge.

Your attention was pulled back to Bob as he turned the setting up again. You squeezed his hand tight, your breath catching in your throat. Bottom lip taken harshly between your teeth.

He cleared his throat, making you look at him. Your eyes watered as you met his steely gaze.

“Not yet,” he told you.

“Please,” you whimpered softly. “Please.”

“I’ll take you home soon,” he replied. “Just a bit longer.”

“Turn it down,” you pleaded quietly. “I’m going to cry. It’s too much. Please, sir.”

He took you in. Your flushed, heaving chest. Your watering hooded eyes. Your swollen bottom lip. He shifted uncomfortably, unlocking your phone and turning the device down to a more bearable setting.

He leaned closer, lips brushing your ear. “You’re getting punished for that.”

“Thank you, sir. I deserve it.”

He surprised you by kissing your cheek. You gave him a smile and rested your hand on his thigh, his wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

You enjoyed the comfort as another couple of promotions were announced, and relaxed into him.

When it came time for you to leave, Bob happily took your hand in his.

Bob stood beside you as you watched Javy and Natasha both disappear down the street, shivering in the brisk air. He shrugged his jacket off and draped it around you without you needing to ask, smiling at you as you thanked him.

“You did good tonight,” he told you.

“You mean the vibrator?”

He chuckled, sliding an arm around your back and pulling you a little closer. “I do.”

He helped you into the car, lacing his hand with yours. You sat in silence on the ride back to his place, his thumb drawing circles on the back of your hand. His other thumb altered the speed of the vibrator still inside you. Watching your reactions throughout the drive, and kissing you whenever he turned it up so you didn’t moan.

You were delirious when you arrived at his place. Feeling like you were floating on another planet as he led you up the steps and through the threshold.

“How many times did you almost come?” He asked you. You stood in front of him, feeling small under his gaze.

“Five times,” you told him truthfully.

He reached out to cup your face, lightly gripping your jane between his thumb and the length of his forefinger. “Five spanks on each cheek should be punishment enough, hm?”

Your cunt tightened in excitement. ��Yes, sir.”

“Wait for me in the bedroom,” he instructed, pressing a kiss to your forehead and smiling sweetly at you.

You did as he asked, walking down to the master bedroom and hanging his suit jacket up in his closet before standing at the end of the bed, waiting anxiously. You felt the vibrations in the device get dialled up, squeezing your thighs together as you tried not to enjoy it too much. Your eyebrows pulled together, bottom lip taken harshly between your teeth. Hissing at the pain that shot through your swollen and bruised lip, a reminder of how many times you’d bitten it through the night.

Your eyes fluttered open as you heard the bedroom door click shut.

“Strip for me, baby,” Bob said, taking a seat on the end of the bed. “Keep the heels on.”

You had no music playing, but you pretended there was. A song played in your head as you moved your body under his watchful gaze. His eyes raking over you, taking in every sway of your hips, the way your hands caressed your chest and stomach. Flipping your hair over your shoulder as you turned your back to him and reached for the zipper on your dress.

The material fell to the floor but you kept dancing. The way you moved was hypnotising and you felt Bob’s burning gaze. The air electric between you as your hair covered your chest and you sat yourself down in his lap. Running your hands up his chest and toying with his tie, loosening it and undoing a couple of the buttons. Only moving away when he hand caressed your lower back.

“Touching costs extra, Admiral Floyd,” you chastised playfully, lips brushing the shell of his ear as you twirled around.

Putting on a show as you bent over and slowly removed your underwear. The material soaked with your arousal.

He chuckled lowly as you threw them at him, watching his fingers rub over the wet spot and his eyes darken as you sank to your knees. Stroking his thighs, lightly skimming over his crotch and hearing him hiss at the contact.

Eyes lock on his as you pressed a feathersoft kiss to his clothed cock. His nostrils flaring at the small gesture, jaw ticking.

“Lie across my lap, kitten,” he told you, voice leaving no room for argument. Not that you would, anyway. You were enjoying this too much. This shift in dynamic, the power you’d given him. The trust you had in him not to take it any further than you were comfortable with.

You folded yourself over his lap, glad you had the bed to rest on, too.

His hand rested on the back of your thigh, fingers toying with the pink rubber from the vibrator still inside you. He tugged it lightly, making your moan.

“You want me to take it out, or leave it in?”

“Out please, sir,” you replied meekly. He turned the device off before you felt a stronger tug. Willing your body to relax enough to let the device slip out, and whimpering at the loss as it breached the muscle. “I’ll take my punishment now, sir.”

“Five strikes on each cheek,” he reminded you. You didn’t know what he did with the toy, but his hand softly squeezed your left cheek. Playful, almost. “Count them.”

The first slap came as a surprise. Not too hard, but not too soft. Just enough to give you a taste, knowing he was likely to strike harder.

“One,” you counted as his hand caressed the tender skin. His hand came down harder this time, and you whimpered as he caressed the skin once again. “Two.”

Each strike got a little bit harder, and you grew a little bit wetter. Whimpering as his fingernails dragged over the sensitive skin, likely leaving a temporary mark in their wake.

You counted, “five,” and then came the assault to your other cheek. He started harder, but still took the time to smooth his hand over the freshly struck area. Caressing and squeezing.

“One,” you counted, hands fisting the bedding beneath you. Thighs squeezed together, desperately trying to stave off your orgasm. His hand came down hard once again, causing you to whimper under his touch. “Two.”

“Three more,” he told you, reaching out to brush some hair behind your ear. “Keep counting.”

You gasped as his hand stung your ass once more. “Three,” you said, eyes squeezed shut. You counted out the last two painfully, tears stinging your eyes. Not because of the pain, but because of the pleasure.

He pulled you into his lap, cradling you into his chest. Brushing your hair back from your face and swiping at a tear that escaped before it ran down your cheek.

“Was that too much?” He asked softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“No,” you assured him. “It was good, I just need to come. Please, Admiral Floyd. Please let me come.”

He hummed, cupping your cheek and drawing you in for a kiss.

His mouth was dominating. Tongue working its way into your mouth, a firm hand on your hip, the other cupping the base of your skull. Fingers wound into your hair and tipping your head back, exposing your neck to him. His hot mouth latching onto your soft skin, sucking, pecking, biting.

You released a shaky breath as he nipped at your collarbones, hand gripping the back of his neck, the other tugging his tie.

You gasped as his hand skimmed up your side, cupping your breast. Thumb brushing over your pebbled nipple before pinching it roughly and dipping his head to take the other one in his mouth. Teeth grazing the swollen nub, tongue soothing, fingers teasing.

He moved you so you were lying on your back, completely at his mercy. His mouth and hands continued to pinch and nip at your chest, your back arching into his touch. Legs spread wide, accommodating his body. Hands wound in his short hair and tugging as he sucked a bruise into the top of your breast.

Your hips arch off the bed, desperate for some friction between your legs. His teeth grazed your nipple as he chuckled, biting down enough to make you hiss.

“So needy,” he taunted, rolling his tongue over the hardened bud. “Use your words, babygirl.”

“Need your mouth, Admiral Floyd,” you pleaded. “Your tongue, your fingers. Anything. Please make me come.”

His hands grip your thighs, spreading your legs as he kisses your navel and pushes you further up the bed. Ankles resting over his shoulders, the heel of your stilettos no doubt digging into his back, but if it bothers him he doesn’t let on. Eyes level with your pretty, glistening cunt.

He used his thumbs to spread you open, groaning as your hands comb through his hair.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he compliments, laying his tongue flat against your cunt and tasting your arousal. Humming in appreciation as you gasp and shudder, nose pressed snug against your clit.

He hooked his arms under your thighs, splaying his hands out over your chest and stomach. One hand applying pressure to your abdomen, the other playing with your breasts.

When your thighs clamped around his head, he knew you were a goner. Tongue licking, mouth sucking, nose firm. The perfect combination, and his favourite way to make you come undone.

He groaned in appreciation as your hips bucked against his face, riding out your orgasm. Your juices coating his tongue and dribbling down his chin.

You saw stars as he pressed two fingers inside your sopping cunt, curling them back towards himself as he sucked on your clit. Teeth grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves, hips rolling against his mouth.

Then he sucks. Hard. And you almost pass out, gasping and bucking your hips wildly. Fingers brushing against your g-spot, working together with his mouth to make you cum again.

Your head lolled to the side, body satiated and pliant. Eyes frantically trying to blink away the spots from your vision until Bob’s face was all you could focus on. His hand cupping your cheek, eyes full of worry.

Chin glistening.

“I’ve never cum that hard in my life,” you confessed breathily, eyes coming back into focus.

“Think you can cum again for me?” He asked.

“Yes, sir,” you confirmed, pulling off his tie with a grin.

He chuckled as he finished unbuttoning his shirt and quickly removed his trousers. Cock springing free and slapping his stomach, the tip angry and red and glistening with precum.

He groaned as you reached for his cock, stroking his length. His hand replaced yours and you gasped as he slapped his cock against your clit. Grinning wickedly as he ran the tip of his cock up your slit and pushed just the tip inside your cunt.

“Admiral Floyd,” you pleaded. “Please. I need your cock, sir. Need you to fill me with your cum.”

Bob groaned deeply as he folded himself on top of you, hips rocking into you. Refusing to give you more than just the tip.

“Such a filthy little slut, hm?” He asked, fingers closing around your throat. Squeezing your pressure point. Your mouth falling open at the sudden act.

“Yes, sir,” you agreed, swallowing thickly. “Only a slut for you.”

He hummed, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You’re mine.”

You whimpered, fingernails digging into the fresh over his shoulder blades. Your brain covered in fog, too overwhelmed by him.

“Say it,” he growled. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I’m yours, Admiral Floyd. Your filthy little slut.”

You gripped his wrist as he thrust inside you, bottoming out. Your eyes rolling back in your head, his name falling past your lips in a delirious chant.

“Mine,” he repeated, sealing his mouth over yours as his thrusts made you moan. So fucking close. So fucking good.

You groaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue, gripping the back of his neck as he rested his forehead against yours. Your eyes locked on his, noses nudging together as his thrusts grew faster. Harder. More unrelenting.

Taking and taking and taking until you were coming undone around him. Beneath him. Consumed by all things Bob.

“Bob,” you whined, legs wrapping around his waist as he came. Grunting and bottoming out as his cock twitched and spilled inside you.

He looked so fucking pretty when he came. Eyes screwed shut, body shuddering. A thin sheen of sweat making his skin glisten in the low light. Lips parted as he cursed and panted your name.

He collapsed beside you, stroking your hair with a blissful look on his face. Holding you close, your lips pressing soft kisses to his cheeks, his chin, his lips.

“That was…holy fuck,” he said with a breathy chuckle.

You hummed, smiling as he nudged your nose with his. “You’re so good to me, Admiral Floyd.”

He groaned lowly, still trying to catch his breath. “You’re good to me, kitten. So fucking good.”

He kissed you slowly, sweetly. A stark contrast to the frenzied kisses you’d shared previously. Taking his time to make you feel comfortable, cherished. So fucking loved.

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hedwig221b · 5 months

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Take Me Away From Here | sterek | E | 33k | Ao3

Tags: Historical, Wolf Alpha Derek Hale, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Non-Traditional ABO, Omegas are separate species, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Mpreg, Violence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Everybody Wants Stiles, Possessive Derek, Feral Derek, Full Shift Werewolves, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Captivity, Hurt Stiles

Summary: Derek Hale looked terrifying. With his broad frame and muscles, with his wild black hair and thick beard, with his eyes the color of blood and fangs of a killer. Despite his kindness and his apparent attraction to Stiles, he was still a stranger, a predator, a wolf.

The thing is, Stiles would deal, but others might not. People found Lord Hale horrid, monstrous and unapproachable.

If Stiles stood behind him, no one would touch him.

He’d be safe with the wolf. If not from him, then definitely from everyone else. And that was enough.

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wrestlingwithlife · 9 months

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Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Price brings a new recruit onto the team, confident he would fit in well and his abilities would be of use. Despite Gaz and Soap taking to him, Ghost is skeptical. That is until he sees what he is truly capable of.

Ghost x Male!Reader

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Now to say Ghost was not a fan of the new recruit that Price had seemingly adopted out of nowhere would be false. In fact, he quiet preferred the calm sweetness to Soap’s constant spurts of wild energy.

What Ghost didn’t quite understand was how the seemingly gentle and soft soul had gotten the call sign ‘Wolf’. Truly, his physical self was nothing to joke about. He was observant, always aware of his surroundings and always ready to react, but ‘Wolf’ seemed a bit of a stretch.

And yet, the way the other recruits who had graduated with him ducked their heads in his presence and moved from his path when he walked didn’t match the same gentle smile that greeted Ghost every day.

Ghost shook his head to clear away his thoughts, the hustle and bustle of the training room coming back to him. If anyone knew how much the h/c haired male filled his thoughts they’d think he caught a crush.

Which was absurd.

Y/n turned his head, his e/c eyes gazing up at Ghost from where he leaned on the wall beside him. “Everything alright, Ghost?”

…okay maybe it was totally absurd.

“Wolf! Foil! You two are up.”

Y/n’s eyes flickered with something Ghost had never seen in him before. His eyes cut over to the other male, gaze eerily calm. Foil, who had at least six inches on the s/c male and a good 50 pounds, was practically quivering at a mere look from the man at Ghost’s side.

Y/n hummed, patting Ghost on the shoulder and walking over to the ring, the crowds parting as he went. Foil scrambled to follow after, almost tripping over his feet.

Y/n ducked into the ring, and once he stepped onto the mat the whole atmosphere of the room changed. Wolf’s normally calm and gentle gaze turned cold and calculating, even as he made the simple walk to the other side of the ring, each step seemed calculated down to the last detail.

The sudden shift peeked Ghost’s interest. This would be his first time watching the male in action, so naturally he was curious.

The air in the room suddenly grew cold as Wolf found his footing, his glare crackling with electricity as he stared down his opponent with an almost predatory gaze.

“Begin!”

Y/n started a slow circle around the ring, and Foil copied his movements. Each of the h/c haired males steps was deliberate, as if he was stalking his opponent. His eyes darted along the others frame, watching and waiting for his chance.

Like a wolf circling it’s next kill, his cold e/c eyes scoping out for any weak spot.

Ghost couldn’t tear his gaze away from the fight, entranced by Y/n’s movements. How his muscles quivered in anticipation of his pounce. How his eyes darted from his opponents hands down to his feet.

Foil’s ankle buckled slightly as he misstepped and Wolf took his chance, launching a right hook across his face ferociously.

‘Damn.’ The masked male thought to himself. Was this really the same man who trailed Ghost around the base? The same gentle hands that would poke him to regain his attention during the boring meetings? Surely not.

But their was no denying it as Y/n, with an unmatched grace, slipped under Foil’s poor excuse of retaliation, jabbing his ribs before kicking his knees out.

With the larger male now on his knees Wolf spun behind him, wrapping his muscular thighs around his head and twisting to bring him to the ground.

Y/n slipped back down, pressing his knee into the male’s stomach and gripping his wrists with one of his hands to immobilize him.

Y/n’s other hand pinned down his head, exposing his neck to him.

There were a few cheers from the soldiers that had known the male during basics, and Price’s grin showed just how smug he felt as his own eyes cut over to the rest of the task force.

“Told ya. He’s a real beast, isn’t he?” You’d have thought that Y/n was Price’s son with the amount of pride the male showed, but then again who was to say he wasn’t?

Ghost shuddered a bit as he watched Wolf lean in close to Foil, eyes challenging. He couldn’t hear his voice, but he could read the words ‘Do you submit?’ on his lips.

Poor Foil nodded vigorously and Y/n pulled himself off, standing to offer a hand to the defeated soldier.

And just like that the air of ferocity was gone, replaced by a gentle grin and calm e/c eyes. Y/n offered Foil a pat on the back once he had regained his footing before he slipped out of the ring, making his way back to Ghost.

Ghost had no words, mouth open and closing beneath his balaclava in shock. He was broken from his silence as Wolf bumped a shoulder against him, looking up at him with a beaming smile.

“Hope I didn’t disappoint.” He chuckled, bringing his hand up to scratch his chest, a nervous habit of his Ghost had picked up on.

“Not at all.” Ghost rested his hand on the shorter males shoulder, giving a light squeeze as he leaned down a bit to whisper close to his ear. “You’ll have to show me some of those moves later~”

The s/c males cheeks dusted pink, but he managed to cover his embarrassment with a laugh. “Consider it a date!”

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Not exactly how I wanted this one to end so I may make a part 2 to this story, let me know what y’all think!

- Author~Chan out ✌️

#task force 141 #cod x male reader #cod x reader #simon riley #ghost x reader #cod ghost #simon ghost riley #ghost x male reader

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“I don’t like being out in the dark,” she says, holding the rifle closer to her. “Why’d Price send us out here again?”

Soap shifts, flicking the night vision goggles up and down to look over the deer stand. “Said somethin’ was buggin’ out ‘roun’ the town ‘ere. Was makin’ the locals scared.”

“So, Price sends us to save Herefordshire?” She rolls her eyes. “Shouldn’t that be his job?”

“‘e’s busy, so ‘e sent us.” Soap pauses, listening to the sounds in the forest around them. “Reports said whatever’s comin’ in and out of town is favored to this area.” He looked around. “What animals are even out ‘ere?”

“Rats, foxes, deer, mice, badger,” she replies, glancing up at the moon. “Nothing that would be killing large dogs and wildlife like it has.” Her eyes find Soap’s. “I checked with the morgue that had the first human attack. Whatever killed him, tore him to pieces. M.E. said there was a massive amount of adrenaline and cortisol in his system.”

Soap’s brows furrow. “Wha’ the fuck did tha’?”

“My guess? Some sadistic, psycho killer,” she answers and shifts her gaze towards the tree line; her eyes see a reflective flash from her the lights on her helmet and she frowns. “Soap, what’s that?”

“What’s wha’?” He follows her gaze, squinting in the dark. “I don’ see it.”

“There,” she says and points out. “There’s something in the tree line.”

Soap cranes his neck, squinting and he blinks. “I think tha’s a fox.”

“Doesn’t look like one.”

“Coyote?”

“Not native here.”

“Dog?” He tries and she frowns when it steps closer into the moonlight; her blood runs cold, and she shifts ever so slightly.

“Soap. Get in the deer stand. Now.”

He looks at her then back to the animal beginning to emerge. “Why? What is it?” As it clears, his eyes widen. “Is that a wolf?”

“Wolves are extinct in England.”

“Then wha’ the fuck is tha’?” He asks, a bile like fear beginning to rise in his throat.

She grabs her rifle, cocks it and points it at the four-legged beast. “It’s not a wolf. Get up in the tree stand. Now.”

“Lass, I—”

“That’s an order, Sergeant MacTavish,” she growls, watching with narrowed eyes as the wolf let out a soft growl and stood on two legs.

“Mother Mary and Joseph,” she hears from above her. “Is’a wulver.”

“That Scottish for werewolf, MacTavish?”

Soap breathes out in shock, can barely raise his rifle to provide covering fire if she needed it. “Aye, ‘tis.”

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Sonic Universe Online #52 Behind The Scenes!

Hello, everyone! Boy, it’s been a while since we’ve done one of these, huh? But considering we finally managed to release this issue after its nightmarish production cycle, we decided that it was a good time to bring the “behind the scenes” posts back. There’s a lot to talk about with this one, so get ready for a real doozy!

As usual, let’s start with the cover. We wanted to have Bunnie and Scarlett as the focus, and RocketPOW! went through several drafts of what that would look like. In the end, we settled on having them playing cards in the bar from Sonic Mania’s Mirage Saloon Zone to fit with the desert theme. It’s also worth noting that we had Jack on the cover at one point but ultimately decided against it, since the story focuses more on his lackeys than himself.

Before we start on the actual story, I guess we should begin with the elephant in the room: Bunnie’s redesign. Even though we technically first saw her new look in issue 51, we might as well go over it now. Picking up from where the official comic left off, we knew that Bunnie had a redesign after being legionized, but the reboot happened before we ever got to see it. And with the redesign of such an important character, obviously there was a lot of pressure to do her justice. There was some old concept art by Tracy Yardley of legionnaire Bunnie, but we didn’t want to just take that and call it a day. We had quite a field day with many of our talented artists coming up with their own interpretations of her redesign, including @miitoons, @riggo-draws, @drawloverlala, @fritzymagpies, Tim Campbell, CrimDa, DoNotDelete, and more that I sadly can’t remember anymore. From the shape and function of her cybernetics, her overall color scheme, her clothing, her hairstyle, her weapons, etc., every last detail was meticulously gone over until we arrived at the final design taking what we liked most from each of them.

At first, we had gotten Tale to draw out the first several pages, and even though they were finished, he unfortunately had to step out of the issue and we had Gilgalad take over, better known as Thomas Rothlisberger, who we were lucky to have on the team before he moved on to the IDW Sonic comics. For the sake of consistency (lol), we unfortunately had to scrap Tale’s pages so he could redo those as well.

Holly’s sickness isn’t elaborated on in the actual story, but the gist is that she’s a snow leapord who was roboticized during the First Robotnik War. But after the Bem deroboticized her while she was in the desert, her body became sick due to being stuck in the inhospitable environment, which is an example of how misplaced many of the former Robians were being sent far out of their natural habitats, and losing the protection of their robot bodies was actually a detriment.

A Sonic fan with a good eye for detail may notice that the guard who takes over watching Bunnie after Scarlett is actually one of the unnamed members of Infinite’s Jackal Squad from the Sonic Forces prequel comic. Since this cameo may or may not go anywhere in regards to Infinite in ASO, we opted against using Infinite himself since he’s too important of a character to pass off as a mere cameo. If you want this plot thread to be expanded upon, let us know!

Since this is where we introduce Holly and her relationship with Scarlett, it’s as good a time as any to discuss the process of their creation. With Scarlett, we wanted to introduce a character who would serve as a foil to Bunnie, another person struggling due to their bedridden lover, but with diametrically-opposed views regarding cybernetics. Her design was actually taken from a random Sand Blaster who appeared in a single panel of StH #218, who we decided to turn into a full-fledged character. Although her species was unknown during her single appearance, we decided to make her a fennec fox. On the other hand, Holly was an entirely new design that we came up with for the story. The LGBT aspect of their relationship was actually the idea of my editor for the issue, The Shadow Imperator. I stated in the interview after the issue that I was the one who came up with their names, but that’s not the whole truth. There was a whole team effort dedicated to naming the two of them, before I suggested Scarlett since there was an abandoned plot point about how Bunnie’s true name was at one point planned to be Scarlett O’Hare. Our Scarlett’s full name is Scarlett O’Fenn, with ShadImp being the one to suggest adding the last name as well. But since her last name didn’t come up in the story, I apologize for forgetting to mention it. Holly was also one of several names I came up with, which was agreed on due to the sort of “snowy” feel it has to it.

In my initial draft for Scarlett and Holly’s conversation, I wrote Holly as being more openly pessimistic about her condition, outright stating that Scarlett would be better off if she was gone. But since that seemed rather inconsiderate to Scarlett’s feelings, ShadImp suggested that I tone it down a little and have her only mention feeling like a burden. He was also the one to suggest that I make sure their romantic relationship is mentioned as explicitly as possible, so there would be no room for ambiguity that might lessen the impact of their sexual orientation.

Scarlett taking off her hat here wasn’t actually in the script I wrote, but it was a smart move by Gilgalad, showing her letting her guard down around the one person she can afford to do so with. To put it simply, Scarlett offers Holly physical support while Holly offers Scarlett emotional support, so neither one is one-sidedly supporting the other. This scene also demonstrates that even though Scarlett is easily the most level-headed and compassionate Sand Blaster we’ve seen so far, some of the old bigotries and prejudice against cyborgs and robots that Jack instilled into her still remain.

Gilgalad had actually already penciled out the next couple pages, but since he wasn’t able to stick around for the full story, we decided that that the end of Scarlett and Holly’s scene was a good cutoff point for the drastic shift in art style. Red Rabbit is an amazing artist with a style very similar to Patrick Spaziante, but it is still a jarring shift compared to most other artists on the project. I had also originally written Bunnie mentioning not being very good at undercover missions, but when ShadImp brought up her successful operation tricking Battle Lord Kukku I changed the script to have her mention that instead.

At first, I was planning for the poker scene to have the characters holding cards that reflected their position in the conversation, such as holding a winning hand when they have the upper hand in the argument. But since I have absolutely no knowledge or experience with poker, that idea ultimately didn’t come through in the final story. This scene also serves to flesh out the Sand Blasters and show that none of them are blindly loyal to Jack. Tex obviously has his own agenda, Avery just goes along with whatever’s the least troublesome, Shift wants to get his hands on new technology, and Jolt does genuinely want the city to open up to the rest of the world.

You may have noticed that instead of rocket feet like her old design, Bunnie now flies with a removable jet pack on her back. If you’re wondering how that wouldn’t burn her tail off, it was specifically designed so that the fire trails would shoot aiming away from her tail.

Originally, during the car chase sequence Bunnie’s jet pack was just written to malfunction for no real reason. But eventually, I decided to give it a more interesting explanation by adding in hints that Shift may have intentionally sabotaged it to trip up Bunnie, only to reveal that he was actually trying to fix it and he didn’t betray her after all. This was also the portion of the story where Ink Pants took over for pencils, and then Lav after him. Even though they’re all fine artists in their own right, hopefully this will be the last time that we need to include so many drastic changes in art style to illustrate a single story.

We almost had one more shift in art style, with @gendeerfluid penciling the last page. In the end, Lav managed to finish that one as well, giving us a massive cliffhanger both figuratively and literally in the form of Jun Kun, the Iron King.

That’s about it for this one, folks! Thanks for sticking with us all this time, and look forward to the conclusion of this story next issue. Until then, keep on juicin’!

#archie sonic online #sonic universe online #issue 52 #behind the scenes #bunnie rabbot #bunnie d'coolette #scarlett o'fenn #holly #sand blast city #jack rabbit #avery #tex #shift e wolf #jolt the roadrunner #lgbt #poker #escape #jun kun

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@reddieweek day 1: mythical creatures

I started this on actual Day 1, and as usual it spiraled into something much bigger than the simple doodle I started with, but I definitely enjoyed thinking it through and finding my take on the concept!

[Image description: A Werewolf/Vampire AU featuring Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak from the "IT" movies. The AU is detailed with handwritten notes and captioned vignettes. Alt text is provided, and copied and reformatted for easier reading under the cut.]

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Image one:

Young half-shifted werewolf Richie and vampire Eddie pose for the camera. Bulleted notes read:

Derry 1.0

The Losers are all some sort of mythological creature (which isn't that weird in this Derry).

Richie is a werewolf who stays half-shifted around his friends (but hides on the full moon).

Eddie is a vampire who carries blood bags from the pharmacy in his fanny pack (less messy that way).

Richie mimes Eddie's fangs and taunts him with puns as Eddie pulls out a medical blood bag. The dialogue reads:

"Stopping for a quick bite?" "You know I- hey wait-" "Kinda sucks to be you." "You suck! And you already have fangs! Quit that!" "Fangs for noticing!" "HISS!"

Image two:

Portraits of Richie and Eddie as unhappy adults in their human and creature forms. Bulleted notes read:

Derry 2.0

Richie

Intensely guards/hides werewolf side

Very hairy even as a human

High stress situations or the full moon will involuntarily shift him

Eddie

High neck suit collar to hide the bite

Strict diet for basic nutrients

Ironically more vampiric the more he suppresses the urge to feed.

Black ink seeps up the page, with the caption, "Pennywise forces them to reckon with the parts of themselves they've hidden away…"

Image three:

Set against an inky background are scenes of a bloodstained full vampire Eddie, full wolf Richie in the Deadlights, and wolf Richie hunching protectively over Eddie. They are captioned, "Eddie kills and drains the Leper. Richie fully shifts in the deadlights. Eddie saves Richie, and in turn Richie saves Eddie."

Set against a bright background are scenes of after the fight: wolf Richie sleeps as Eddie waits with Richie's folded clothes, and of them recreating their pose from the first image, touching foreheads. They are captioned, "Post-battle nap and swim in the quarry before hightailing it out of Derry."

Image four:

Richie's clawed hand scratches out "R + E." It is captioned, "With one final stop on the way."

End Copied Alt Text.

#reddie #reddieweek #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it #it 2017 #it chapter 2 #it movie #digital art #werewolf #vampire #doodleswithangie #500 #i'm far from the first to do werewolf richie and vampire eddie but i had to bc it works so well (beyond the canonical tie ins)#full disclosure this au is not that much more detailed beyond what i managed to fit on these pages #just like a couple of more scattered thoughts about themes and such #i really want to do at least one more day but we'll see!

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fyeahsonicthehedgehog · 1 year

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#archie sonic #shift e. wolf

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lunar-system · 3 months

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Izzy Hands: The Moon.

Re-imagined from the traditional Ride-Waite-Smith tarot, this version of the Moon shows Izzy taking the shape of a lone Lover, longing for what he cannot reach.

Longer exploration of the card's symbolism under the cut.

Symbolism of the card

I initially meant this card to be specifically Izzy's, but he is once again unseparable from Ed. Though the moon itself is depicted as Ed, it is through Izzy that I interpret the journey of the card. Feel free to invent your own interpretation as well!

In the original version of the Moon we see a dog, a wolf, and a crayfish. Izzy takes the place of the wolf, marking him as wild and untameable. He is accompanied by a dog, symbolizing his loyalty. The crayfish has retreated, and we can see a monster lurking in the depths of the water, reminding us of the beasts that lie within.

Rachel Pollack (2011) writes: "The Moon signifies the dangerous time between the end of one world structure and the beginning of another. On the emotional level it can indicate the strange state when something powerful has ended and you find yourself thrown back on your instincts."

In the card Izzy already has his wooden leg. He his stepping into his role as the Unicorn, marking a shift in his loyalty and his place in the world. His reign as Blackbeard's first mate is ending, and a whole new world order is being imagined.

Ed is also seen in a new light. With his short beard, he is at the end of his captaincy, possibly even at the end of his piracy. He as the Moon is illuminated by the light of the Sun, personified by Stede in another card, The Sun.

Izzy bears witness to their combined light, unreachable to him on the ground. He teeters at the edge of the water illuminated by that very light, and is faced with a choice. Will he turn, follow the path and try to reach the unreachable? Or will he explore the unknown waters in front of him?

In tarot, water symbolizes emotions, intuition and subconscious. Pollack writes: "Here in the unknown territory our animal selves take over. We cannot suppress the wild emotions but only travel through them." The message of the Moon beckons Izzy to step into the water and face his emotions.

However, there are also dangers in the murky waters of the subconscious. Pollack continues: "The Moon card calls forth powerful dreams, visions, and the power of the feminine." In tarot water is a feminine element. Izzy, a beacon of masculinity, has in the past confused the feminine with the monstrous. He is now dared to invite the feminine within him to the surface. His posture already mirrors that of the feminine lover from the Lovers-card. It also calls back to the Fool, to someone at the beginning of their self-discovery.

Tl;dr: Izzy, the Fool and the Lover, is on a journey from one world to another. Will he follow the path and try to reach the unreachable, or will he find the courage to plunge into unknown waters?

A comparison between the original Rider-Waite-Smith card from 1909 and the re-imagined version

Izzy's pose mirrors the feminine Lover

Sources

Image source: Pamela Colman Smith, 1909, republished as Tarot of A. E. Waite, 2016, AGM-Urania, Germany

Text source: Rachel Pollack, A Journey of 78 Steps, 2011, as cited in the booklet for instruction and guidance of Tarot of A. E. Waite, 2016, AGM-Urania, Germany

#there is even more symbolism in the lighthouses that are topped with the domes from the Tower but it's so much already #it's about the journey between life and death #ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #edizzy #steddyhands #blackhands #i'm tagging this as ships cause i ship them all and i made this with shipperly intentions #even if it's not like explicitly shipping content #ed teach #edward teach #blackbeard #gosh i went to some deep waters with this myself #i mean there is so much to interpret here #is izzy shooting for the moon with ed? has he lifted ed high on the pedestal himself?#what does it mean that the water is lit by moonlight?#to me this is the point in fics where izzy does not yet know how he would fit in the steddyhands triangle and doesn't see it possible #and maybe it won't be unless he accepts some things and allows himself to feel #but it can also be read that he needs to let ed go #in either case water is discovery and acceptance #i am planning to make ed the star and stede the sun as well!#my fanart

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Permanent Fix- Part 2

Just a fair warning, this is a smut filled part but there's also a decent bit of fluff, because it's Stiles, there will always be fluff.

I'd also like to point out that in this story Stiles is a spark because I absolutely love that trope but I haven't decided if I want to make it a main point or not in any future parts I may write. I may or may not be planning a small series as like a continuation of this but it would be titled different. Let’s just call Permanent Fix parts 1, 2, and 3 the prequal(s), lol.

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As soon as the jeep is put in park I'm out of the jeep and waiting at the front door within seconds. I watch impatiently as Stiles grabs our bags before walking towards the door. When he gets to the door I shift from one foot to the other as he grabs the key from the fake rock beside the door.

As soon as he pushes the door open I all but shove him inside before slamming the door. As soon as the door's shut I whine, "I don't know that I can hold it back anymore. God, Stiles it hurts. Why does it hurt so much?"

I see the frown on Stiles' beautiful face deepen as he drops the bags on the floor and stepping closer and cupping my face, "You can let go soon but we need to figure out where to put the mating bite because when we do it we'll be so keyed up we won't remember to ask."

I smile and blush shyly, "I-I kinda want it on my neck. Not like super high up but at the juncture of my neck and shoulder maybe? I want to be able to see a little bit of it when I have a shirt on, like a daily reminder that your mine forever and always. I think it's a possessive thing with my wolf too, she wants everyone to be able to see it."

Stiles smiles before nodding, "I was honestly thinking about that too, although I want mine a little bit higher. I want everyone to see it, I know only supernatural creatures will know what it means but I still want to show it off...I want to show you off."

I feel my eyes flash yellow as a low growl rumbles in my chest, if wolves could purr I would call it a purr. It's like his words cemented the fact that he's mine. I look at him with my normal y/e/c, eyes silently asking a question. He smiles and nods, "You can let go now. I think the bedr-," he's cut off when I pounce on him and shove him into the wall careful not to hurt him.

His eyes widen as I practically suffocate him in a kiss before trailing my lips down his neck. He moans and throws his head against the wall, "O-or not, totally don't need the, f-fuuck, b-bedroom."

I hum before licking up his neck, fuck I don't even know, I blame the wolf. Stiles makes a choked sound as I nibble behind his ear where his sweet spot is, "Well, that's a new one."

I grind against him as I slide his flannel down his arms before fighting to get his shirt off. He tries to help but I huff in annoyance and rip his shirt down the middle before throwing it in the floor. He closes his eyes and moans, "That should not have been as hot as it was. Fuck Angel, what have you done to- holy fucking shit!"

I smirk in satisfaction as he pants for breath as I keep nibbling his dick through his red pants. He wriggles against the wall as the nibbles get harder and closer to a bite while letting out a groan or a curse every few seconds.

I whine as I pull away, "Condom, where's a condom?" He looks at me with lust blown pupils before slightly nodding towards his bag as he gasps for air, "Side pocket, full box."

I nod before crawling over to the bag and digging through it. As I'm digging through the bag I glance at Stiles for a split second before demanding, "Pants off." He quickly nods as he fumbles with the zipper, "Yes, ma'am, you don't have to tell me twice."

I roll my eyes with a fond smile before quietly cheering as I pull out the box of XXL condoms, "Yesss." I tear the box open completely ignoring the fact that half of them go flying across the floor before pulling one out and crawling back to a now naked Stiles.

I bite my lip as my eyes flash gold before grabbing his arm and pulling him to the floor. He scrambles to follow my demands without falling before he pouts, "No fair, you're fully dressed."

I growl when I realize he's right before throwing the condom at Stiles for him to deal with and pulling my clothes off and throwing to the side. When I'm naked I look back at Stiles to see his eyes flash a shade of white I've never seen before as he looks me over. I suck in breath catching his attention, "What? What's wrong?"

I push him onto the floor and crawling over him until I'm straddling his hips, "You're eyes, they were white." He raises and eyebrow before realization crosses his face, "My spark."

I nod before I realize that we're about to become mates on the floor, less than ten feet away from the door. I sigh before shuffling to kneel beside him, "Bedroom, not gonna mate on the floor."

He stands and helps me up before chuckling, "You're the one that practically threw me on the floor." I let out a low warning growl and he holds up his hands, "Nevermind, nevermind, forget I said anything."

When we get in the bedroom I pull Stiles down into a heated kiss which earns a moan from him. I open my mouth inviting him in before pulling him towards the bed. When the back of my legs hit the bed I lay back moving slow enough that our lips can stay connected but fast enough that within seconds Stiles is crawling on top of me and pinning my hands beside my head as his lips ghost across my cheek. When his mouth is right beside my ear he whispers, "You done?"

I know the real question is whether I'm still in charge or if he's allowed to take over. I whimper and nod, "Yes, I want you so bad. Please no more foreplay, hurts too much."

He places a kiss to my temple before grabbing my right leg and propping it up on the bed so that he has better access, thank god he had already put the condom on or we would have completely forgot it. Once he has my right leg dealt with he grabs my left one and rests it on the side of his hip.

He brushes hair out of my face with his right hand while his left hand lines his cock with my entrance. He braces himself up before thrusting in with one thrust. I let out possibly the loudest and dirtiest moan of Stiles' real name (something only I’m allowed to call him) that I have ever heard at the sudden relief and pleasure that washes over my body.

Stiles buries his face in my neck as he groans, "Jesus fucking Christ! I could listen to that on repeat for the rest of my life and still not hear it enough."

I whine and wrap my hand around the back of his neck lightly as the other rests on his back, "Move."

He places a quick kiss on my neck before pulling back to look at me as he starts moving his hips. With having been in this position close to 100 times Stiles has become the master at finding my g spot and as he shifts his hips just a little to the left I let out a curse as he brushes against it. "Shit! Oh god, right there, right there, right there."

He captures my lips in a kiss as his thrusts speed up causing me to arch into him craving more skin to skin. He seems to read my mind as he lowers himself just enough that he brushes against me with every stroke of his hips. My nipples harden as they continuously brush against his chest causing more pleasure to flow through me.

I drag my nails down his back when he lands a particularly hard thrust against my sensitive spot which causes him to pull back and hiss slightly at the pain. I whimper at the noise, "M' sorry."

He places a tender kiss to my lips with a small smile before leaving kisses along the column of my throat, "It's alright, Angel."

One of his hands finds its way to my clit and I mewl as it lightly brushes the hood of my clit. I know this is his silent way of telling me he's close from past experiences and up until now I didn't realize how close I was and from the way he's playing with my clit I'm not going to last long.

I tighten around him and say, "Baby, I-," I'm cut off by a moan but from the increase of pressure he knew what I was trying and failing to say. He looks at me and I feel my eyes turn gold and my fangs protrude from my gums when his eyes flash the white color from before. I watch in amazement as the tips of fangs start to appear where his canines are supposed to be.

As if it's a reflex I move my head to the right exposing the left side of my neck to Stiles. We lock eyes one last time and I give him an excited and happy smile along with a barely noticeable nod before closing my eyes and moaning as his teeth pierce my skin exactly where I wanted it. On instinct I grab him and flip him over before burying my teeth in his flesh. As soon as I release his neck from my mouth the bite on my neck feels like its on fire and it shoots down my body as I cum harder than I ever thought possible, at the exact same time as Stiles if his moan of my name is anything to go by.

Almost as quickly as it started the pain and undying urge to take, take, take, fades away to love, love, love and for the first time in what felt like years my body goes completely lax as I collapse on top of Stiles.

As we lay in bed regaining our breath the mating bite on my neck tingles with warmth even though it's scarred over by now. I roll off of Stiles but throw an arm across his stomach and tangle one of my legs with his.

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After what felt like hours I finally manage to open my eyes and look up to see the beautiful amber eyes I fell in love with staring back at me. I brush a few strands of sweaty hair off of his forehead as I whisper, "Can you feel it?"

At my words his smile widens and I know he can feel it too. It feels like any love I had for him is amplified and I can feel emotions I know aren't mine but I know are his. He nods as he shifts to his side and wraps and arm around my waist, "I can feel you, every single emotion, and I though I couldn't love you anymore but I swear it feels like my chest is going to explode because of how much I love you."

I close my eyes and focus on all the new emotions before checking in on my wolf, and feel speechless at what I see and what I hear. My wolf that used to be a solid chocolatey brown color now has white feet and a white chest and it's as if a piece I didn't know we were missing had been filled because holy shit she just talked to me.

My eyes snap open and I look at Stiles, "She just flippin talked to me! Like said actual words! I didn't know that was even possible!"

Stiles' eyes widen as he props himself up on his elbow, "Your wolf? She said something to you?"

I nod before matching his position. He chuckles before asking, "Well, what did she say?"

I laugh thinking about it before telling him, "Well, she told me that she's glad we found you because we love you so much."

He coos, "Aww, well I love you too, wolfy." I can feel the wolf preen inside me but I turn back to Stiles and smile, "She also told me that she still wants a baby."

Stiles throws his head back in a loud laugh that brings me so much joy that I can't help but wonder how I got so lucky.

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I groan as the sound of Stiles getting dressed reaches my ears. I open my eyes before quickly closing them again when they're burned by the light that Stiles felt the need to turn on. I wonder about that boy's thought process sometimes.

I open my eyes long enough to take a quick glance at Stiles before I hum appreciatively at the grey sweat pants he’s wearing and deciding I'd get them off of him later, right now I want more sleep. Sadly, I'm not given much choice when Stiles comes bounding over to the bed like the five year old he is, "Babe, babe, you gotta come see this!"

I groan again deciding that I wasn't going to get anymore sleep because I'm helpless when Stiles is this excited. I crawl out of bed and sleepily stumble to Stiles before latching onto him and deciding he can do all the work that's required to see what has him so excited.

He practically drags me through the house and out onto the porch that I am just now realizing wraps around the whole house. I shiver slightly as the morning air blows across my bare legs since I'm only wearing one of Stiles' shirts that he threw at me last night when I was drifting off to sleep.

I grumble and latch onto Stiles' hand as he pulls me to the side of the house and my mouth drops open, "Wow." I take in every detail and commit it to memory because this has to be one of the most beautiful sunrises I have ever seen. The sky is lit with a myriad of colors ranging from orange to white to purple to blue and somehow when they merge together and shine over the lake that's apparently right beside the house, the lake glows a light pink color.

Stiles lets go of my hand but before I can ask him what's wrong he kisses my cheek and says, "I gotta run inside real quick but I'll be right back."

I hum in acknowledgment, "Bring my phone out, I wanna get some pictures."

I suddenly feel a rush of excitement and love that isn't mine and for a split second I forget that they're Stiles' emotions but I'm reminded when his voice flows through the air, "Angel, you are a freaking genius."

I shake my head and chuckle as I hear him dart into the house.

I take in the rest of my surroundings and immediately perk up when I see a hot tub. Well, I can cross that off the bucket list in about an hour assuming Stiles is in the mood. I snort at the thought of Stiles not being in the mood. There is more of a chance for a snowball to survive in hell than Stiles not being in the mood for sex. Hell, I just wink at him and he starts sweating a little.

When I hear Stiles stop a few feet away I don't bother turning around as I ask, "You know what I've always wanted to do?"

Stiles takes a few steps in my direction before he stops and I hear a slight rustling as he hums, "What's that, Angel?"

I turn around to face him as I speak, "Hot tub s-," I stop speaking as I look at Stiles because I'm utterly speechless. I know I already said yes, and I've already called him my fiancé, but seeing him kneeling on the hard dark stained wood of the porch holding a ring in his hand, it starts to set in as to what is happening.

I suck in a breath as I have the overwhelming urge to tackle him to the ground with kisses. He clears his throat as a blush coats his cheeks. He licks his lips before stumbling over words, "Okay, so...well, umm, this is starting off great."

I chuckle as tears start to fill my eyes and I'm almost ready to cut him off and just say yes but he finally seems to find his words. "I know you technically already said yes, and I was going to just give you the ring but then I woke up this morning cause I had to take a piss." I laugh and his smile brightens as he continues, "And when I was walking to the kitchen to get water, although, you'd think that would be a bad idea because I just got done peeing and I just wanted to cuddle you and sleep for a few more hours but if I drank more water I would have to get up in in a few hours to use the bathroom again so really-," I cut his rambling off when I notice his ADHD brain is going off on a tangent. I chuckle slightly before softly saying his name.

He blinks his eyes and I raise an eyebrow before glancing at his hand. His lips part and then he blushes again as I feel slight embarrassment coming from the bond. I give him a soft encouraging smile and relax as the embarrassment fades away.

He clicks his tongue before speaking again, "Back to the main point, I was walking to the kitchen when I saw the sunrise and at first I didn't think about it until I had dragged you out of bed to show it to you and saw you standing in my shirt, looking at the sky like you had never seen anything more beautiful before. That's when I realized that I had never seen anything more beautiful. Because you were standing there with the sun shining on the side of your face and I swear I have never seen anything more angelic than you were in that moment. That's when I realized I couldn't just ask you to marry me driving down the road because you asked me to, but I had to actually propose to you. You've dreamed about me proposing to you for the last three years, saved pin after pin on Pinterest, yeah I saw them, you forgot you signed into Pinterest on my phone because yours was dead and you were bored. We were only 14 when that happened but one of the things that has been on my mind from that day was the fact that you wanted a romantic proposal, but a simple proposal. You just wanted it to be us, a private moment that you didn't have any distractions from, until I was talking about water and piss, but that's besides the point. The point is that I promised myself to give you that private, romantic proposal you wanted, so here I am, asking you, Y/N McCall, will you marry me?"

I gave up trying to hold back my tears when he pulled out the Pinterest part, because for all Stiles is, he is forgetful and the fact that he remembered that from three years ago made the tears fall. I nod my head as I sniffle, "My answer remains the same as it was when you asked me in the jeep, the only difference is that I'll remember and cherish this moment for the rest of my life. So, to answer your question, yes, Mieczysław Stilinski, I'll marry you."

I wait until he is standing before I throw myself at him in a hug. I wrap my arms around his waist as I bury my face in his neck taking in his cinnamon and vanilla scent. He sways slightly from the impact before chuckling, "Babe, be careful I almost dropped the ring."

I pull back at that and look at him expectantly. He smiles before grabbing my left hand and sliding it onto my ring finger, "I never though I'd get engaged at 17 but this feels so right."

I smile a smile that hurts my cheeks before looking at the ring and sighing, "It's beautiful."

He rubs his thumb across it before looking at me with tears in his eyes, "She would have been so, so happy. She tried planning our wedding when we were six, and she was the first person to know that I loved you. If she could see where we are now, she would have been overjoyed."

I cry a little more at that before whispering, "She can Mischief, never doubt that."

He pulls me in closer before cheering up the atmosphere with a usual quip, "The wedding band is still in the safe because Dad was convinced I'd lose it."

I let out a wet chuckle before nodding, "Sounds about right."

He goes to argue but I pull him into a deep kiss that has him melting into me. A similar feeling to yesterday starts to build up in my stomach and I have a feeling the rest of the day will be spent in ecstasy. I crave to be closer to him so I pull him closer by the back of his neck as he tightens his arms around my waist. He pulls away with wide eyes and looks to the right, "Shit!"

"What?"

"I never fuckin hit record!"

I glance over to see his phone propped against a beam connected to the railing and supporting the roof before slapping the back of his head, "Yes you did you idiot. Do you need glasses. Ooo, I bet you'd look hot in those black nerdy glasses."

He looks at me and raises an eyebrow before his eyes widen, "Oh."

I raise an eyebrow as if to say, 'yeah, oh.' His smile widens before he places a quick kiss to my lips and untangles himself from me. When the phone recording has been turned off I grab Stiles by the front of his shirt and drag him closer, "So, before you decided to go and get all perfect and adorable, I was trying to tell you that I've always wanted to have sex in a hot tub."

He gulps and nods, "Uh huh, yeah, we can't tell Lydia though, she'll kill me." I scowl and let go of him and his eyes widen at what he just implied, "No, no, Angel, that isn't what I meant! This is Lydia's family's place, that's how I got somewhere so secluded so quickly. I knew she had a cabin somewhere and I asked her about it and she said I could use it. That's why I said we can't tell, Lydia."

My smile widens but instantly drops as I feel guilt build in my chest, and this is most definitely mine. Stiles frowns and cups my face, "Hey, it's okay. I know you and ms. wolf are fighting for control right now and she got all territorial and growly. It's okay, besides, we have a really nice hot tub to enjoy. I also have a theory I want to test."

I tilt my head before asking, "And what exactly is that?"

He smirks before leaning down and nudging my head to the side with his nose. I tilt my head and feel him smirk against my jaw, "I have a feeling it acts kind of like an aphrodisiac."

Before I can ask what he's talking about there's a tongue licking across the mate bite, and yeah, yeah, definitely can act like an aphrodisiac. I moan as my legs give out and the only thing holding me up is Stiles. He leans back still wearing his sexy ass smirk as he chuckles, "Tested and proved. What do you say, Angel? Hot tub?"

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