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dckweed · 4 months

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NEXT THING YOU KNOW, gator tillman

summary: in which gator tillman and his arranged bride figure out life and each other and what a real relationship means to them.

warnings: mentions and depictions of abuse, mentions of bruises, arranged marriages, romance, humor, dead parents, slow burn relationship (not completely but not not), basically we know the tillman men are asswipes so i 100% see Roy forcing gator into this kind of situation for money for his militia, eventual smut with kinks such as thigh riding, gun play, choking, spanking, lots of marking and possible spit play.

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The smell of cigar smoke hung thick in the air, the lighting dim in the dark office. You sat stiffly in a large leather chair, and across from you on the other side of the massive oak desk sat your step father, Boyd Augastine. He was a mean old man, and you had hoped in your time away at boarding school that he had graciously paid for, that he would have calmed down. That hope seemed to be more wishful than anything though, in fact, you thought he seemed meaner than the last time you had seen him at Christmas dinner.

“Boyd, please!” You begged, trying to fight back tears. You hated being home, if you could even call this massive estate that, it made you tense and irate, scared. You shake your head at the man in front of you, trying to remain as polite as you could lest you reap the repercussions. “You can’t make me marry that boy!” You say, tone as even as you could keep it. “Is this even legal?!”

He had at least let you finish speaking. “I can, and you will.” He sniffs, not even bothering to look up at you as he shuffled through some papers sitting in front of him. You assumed they were the documents pertaining to the horrid news you had just been given. “The Tillman boy is a fine young man, he’s strong and not entirely stupid, and his family is almost as powerful as me. You will marry him, and you will produce a male heir to take over both families when the time comes.” He says, finality in his tone and a hint of annoyance that you knew meant that the conversation needed to end before you wound up being hurt. “Lord knows i’m not about to leave my fortune to some half-witted emotional broads. You may not be my blood, but you are legally an Augastine, you will do your part.” You wince. “Unless of course, you’d rather one of the girls marry him when they come of age?”

You purse your lips, trying desperately to bite your tongue. He always knew exactly what to say to get you to do whatever he wanted, and you hated that you had no backbone sometimes. What were you supposed to do though? Your half sisters weren’t even in high school yet, they were mere babies still..they deserved to find their own happiness in life, with someone they actually loved..if you had to marry this boy for a few years and pop out a kid or two for them to be able to live their lives, just to satiate their father, then you would gladly do it. They didn’t need to take your place. Besides, it's not like divorce wasn’t a common thing amongst young married couples anyway.

He knows your answer before you’ve even opened your mouth to speak it and tosses his expensive fountain tipped pen across the desk. It lands with a thud and you pick it up with a trembling hand as he slides the documents towards you as well. “Your mother would be proud.” He says cooly, watching you scrawl your name across every highlighted area that needs signing. You wondered what the Tillman’s were receiving in return for this, they were already fairly well off from what you understood. Pretty much every man in their lineage had been sheriff of the godforsaken county, law ran in their blood, and it paid well too. But who's to say that they weren’t being paid handsomely for this?

You felt as if you had just signed away your soul.

You toss the pen back to him, and give him his stupid papers back before standing and turning on your heel. You didn’t care if you hadn’t been dismissed, you were done. You needed to be alone, you needed to cry. You stride across his large office, and just as your hand touches the brass knob of the heavy door, his voice rings out.

“You’re to be married in two months' time, wedding planning begins tomorrow.” You clench the knob, fighting back the tears. He didn’t deserve to see you cry. “Sleep well, Pearlie.” You swore on your mama’s gravestone that the nickname she had given you dripped with venom when it came from his mouth. Sometimes you wished you could drip actual venom into his mouth, shut him up forever. It was a soothing thought when you were younger, before he had shipped you off to boarding school.

You make your way down the long carpeted hallway to the large wooden staircase, climbing them as quickly as you could. You could hear your sisters, Victoria and Lucy in their room giggling about something that had happened at school, and you smiled as you pressed your ear to the door. You had worried the whole time your mother was pregnant that the girls would be treated just as horribly as you were when your mother wasn’t around, that they would have to hide bruises and emotions and pretend that everything was okay just like you did, but they were his own flesh and blood, his own life force, he could never act such a way towards his own blood. But they weren’t boys, so they also weren’t good enough to take over his fucking business.

You head a little farther down the hall, closing and locking your own door behind you as you slipped into your room, the only place that occasionally felt safe to you when you were here. “I wish you were here, mama.” You whisper to the photo sitting on the dressing table right next to the door.

True to his word, the wedding planning started the next day. You were awoken by your sisters’ nanny early in the morning, her knocking at your bedroom door loud to your pounding head. You had spent the night crying and you were paying for it dearly.

“Miss Pearl,” Her ever pleasant voice calls through the thick wood as you sit up in bed. “Boyd is requesting you downstairs, your betrothed and his father have arrived..” You glance at the clock. It was seven-thirty in the morning. You were used to waking up around this time for school anyway, you had only been home twenty-four hours by this point. “He’s not too pleased this morning,” Her hushed voice comes next and you sigh, leaning your head back into your pillow.

“Thank you, Lorraine,” You say loud enough for her to hear, your thick comforter falling off of you as you sit up. “Tell them I'll be down soon, please..” She doesn’t respond but you hear her footsteps fade away from your door.

You stretch before swinging your legs over the side of your bed, rolling your head from side to side. You knew it was in your best interest to play along with Boyd’s scheme, and he would know if you were half assing or catching an attitude the moment you walked into the room. If you were going to do this, then dammit, you were going to do this right.

Within fifteen minutes you were dressed in a sleeveless white dress that flowed down to your feet, the top of it pushing your breasts up in the illusion of a push-up bra. You had purposely bought this one a size or so too small for that effect while you were still at school, wanting to impress one of the guys you had been previously dating before graduation. You left your hair down to fall around your shoulders, brushing it and using one of your favorite hair serums to run through it with your fingers, leaving a nice smell before you slid on a glossy lip oil and mascara, with a spritz of your favorite perfume to your wrists.

With one last look at the photo of your mom, silently wishing she were here with you to help you through this, you open your door and make your way barefoot down the hallway and stairs.

You hear their voices when you come off the stairs in the middle of the grand hallway on the first floor, floating out of the massive dining room that was hardly ever used. You don’t pause, afraid that if you did it would be all you would need to turn tail and hide in your bedroom forever, and head immediately for the doorway, waltzing in as if you weren’t interrupting their apparently humorous conversation.

You paint a smile on your face as Boyd narrows his eyes at you, a look that you knew meant he wasn’t at all happy with you and you were certainly going to hear about it later. “Sorry to keep you waiting, sir,” You say, kissing his cheek to keep up the appearance of a loving father and daughter relationship, something you had been doing since you were ten. He couldn’t have the world knowing that he despised his late wife’s daughter, could he? You squeeze his shoulder. “The drive up from school must have exhausted me more than i realized, i didn’t mean to sleep in and miss greeting our guests.” You shoot them an award winning smile as well as you smooth out your skirt, taking your seat next to Boyd, but across from the Sheriff and who you assumed was his son.

Boyd hums and you just know that he’s boiling with rage at you, though in your defense, he hadn’t informed you that there would be a breakfast this morning. “You haven’t missed much, we were just talking about your horse actually, and your award from Eventing last season.” Just the topic brought another smile onto your face, a real one this time.

“That was a close one too, we were neck and neck with our second place competitor..” You had spent the majority of the time after the event wondering if Boyd had paid off the judges to put you in first, though you did know that you had put in a lot of training hours with Bubbles, and it had clearly shown. Besides, Boyd didn’t like you nearly enough to pay off the judges just to see you place first in any sport, let alone Equestrian Eventing.

The older man sitting across from you, the Sheriff, smiles what appears to be a genuine smile at you. “You love your horses, I can tell from the way your whole face just lit up like the sun had touched it..” You can’t help the blush on your face, and judging by the look on his sons face as he looked at you, you had just done something right without even knowing it. “You and I already have something in common with each other, perhaps i’ll make time to take a ride with you this weekend..” His sons face completely changed at the mention, you would say it resembled a sort of panic.

“I would love that!” You exclaim, more than pleased to spend any kind of time on your horse, even if it was with your soon to be father in law. He nods at you in return, and nudges his son, as if communicating with him.

Breakfast is served not too much longer after that, and the time is spent with your step father and the Sheriff talking about things you couldn’t even have pretended to care about in that moment, like golf or what the government was doing, while you and the boy across from you shared a couple of glances, staying silent unless spoken to.

You had to admit, he wasn’t terrible on the eyes. He wore a black polo shirt underneath of what you could only assume was a bullet proof vest with a velcro patch that said Sheriff across the chest. His hair was slicked back away from his face, and you noticed a tattoo peaking out of one of the short sleeves stretched across his bicep. Oh, he was certainly handsome, but probably not the type to ever be happy with a girl like you..nor did you think you could be happy with him.

You were obviously younger than him at only eighteen (your birthday thankfully just before your wedding date), you had just graduated highschool. You had no job, and your only future now lay with the man in front of you. He didn’t speak too much, and you couldn’t tell if it was because he was a naturally quiet person, or if it was because his father and Boyd were obviously the alphas in the room and from what you could gather, weren’t to be bothered until they bothered you first. You didn’t mind that he was older than you, though you guessed he was at least mid twenties if he was already a cop. You kind of liked the thought of being with someone older than you, the boys you had been with at school were all dipshits and childish. You hoped that he wasn’t the same. And if he was, well, at least he was handsome to look at.

The boy, Gator, looked up at you from across the table. You decided that his eyes were hazel, a beautiful color for a decidedly beautiful man. You give him a shy smile from where you sat, raising a mug of your favorite breakfast tea to your lips. You noticed the way he licks his lips, his eyes darting to your mouth and back to his plate once you had set your cup down on its saucer. Well, you thought, at least he’s clearly attracted to me. Maybe our marriage won’t be completely boring..

You had long ago tuned out the droning voices of your step father and your soon to be father in law, using your fork to pick around at the fruit salad you had served yourself for breakfast, adding a little yogurt to it here and there. You couldn’t bring yourself to fully eat, your stomach uneasy the more you thought about your impending marriage. God, how was arranged marriage even still a thing? How was this even fucking legal? You made a mental note to ask Boyd for copies of all of the documents you had signed so you could take them to a lawyer in town somewhere, have them double check that the documents were in fact legal. If there was anything you could do to get out of this, you were willing to do it.

You’re jolted from your thoughts by Boyd’s voice, and you jump, startled. “Sorry, i was day dreaming..” You say, shaking your head with a small giggle, hoping that he hadn’t been trying to get your attention for too long. You can see Sheriff Roy give a small smile from across the table, another nudge to his son.

Boyd gives you a subtle eye roll as he faces you, and you can tell from his body language that he’s upset with you for zoning out. You were certain to hear an earful about it tonight and that made you nervous. “Roy and I have some business to attend to in my office,” He says, giving a pointed glance to the boy sitting across from you guys. “How about you take Gator on a walk around the grounds? The girls are out getting piano and violin lessons right now, you won’t be bothered for a while.” Is he trying to tell me to fuck this boy? You wondered disgustedly, you knew Boyd was..well, Boyd, but really?

You want to say no, you want to tell him to marry the boy himself if it was that important to him, but you’re afraid of what could possibly happen to you if you do, so you paint another smile on your lips and look over to your husband to be. “I’ll show you my horse!” You say, setting your napkin next to your plate as you stand, walking around the table to lead him out into the foyer. “The barn is a little ways out there,” You say when you notice him following you out of the dining room. “Hope you don’t mind a little walk..”

He follows you silently through the formal living room and into the kitchen, straight back into the mudroom where you bend over to put your well worn boots on. They were brown, and the leather was starting to wear down on them but you didn’t mind, they still got the job done. They were a gift from your mama and you would wear them until they fell apart, and even then you would probably duct tape them back together again.

He’s gentlemanly enough to hold the back door open for you, and you breathe in his scent as you brush past him. He smells good, his cologne floods your scents. Its a woodsy kind of scent, mixed with a little bit of leather, and something a little fruity that you can’t quite name and you wonder what the hell it is as he falls in step next to you as you both walk off of the porch. His hands are slipped into his pockets as you guys walk, a casual look, and you notice that he’s tall too, even in his work boots.

You realize that he’s not going to make the first step to conversation.

When you’re a good enough distance away from the house, out of sight of Boyd’s office, you stop abruptly and turn to face him, the sun beats down on his face even with his baseball cap pulled down over his eyes. He stops too, tilting his face down at you, an eyebrow raised and an amused look on his face. God, you though, he really is handsome.

“Can I help you with somethin’?” He asks, his drawl washing over you. That was the first time he had spoken and good lord his voice could do things to you if this were any other kind of situation, you just knew it. His shoulders are squared, and you realize that now, alone with you, he is the alpha male. You kind of like the vibe that rolls off of him, but it makes you wonder why he cowered when he was in the same room as your guys’ fathers.

You look around, lips pursed and hands on your hips as you thought. “Look,” You start, meeting his gaze under the brim of his hat. “The way I see it, neither of us particularly wants to be in this situation.” He hums in agreement, crossing his arms over his chest as he listens to what you have to say. “Neither of us are happy, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t at least try to be friends..we’re both stuck doing this, and even though i wasn’t given a choice, I would still like to at least be friends with the person i’m marrying in two months..”

He sniffs and looks around for a moment, and for the first time, you see a smile on his face and you couldn’t help but think it was beautiful. “Alright then,” He says, holding out his hand for you to shake. “Let’s be friends.”

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oncomingnight · 9 months

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Yandere! Theoretical Physicist

Hello everyone, I hope you've been having an amazing day and night as you deserve. Last night, I watched Oppenheimer and it's my favorite movie of the whole year. It's the type of movie you just have to see in the cinema when you have the chance, the cast is absolutely phenomenal and the soundtrack is beyond incredible, as expected from Christopher Nolan. Now, time to talk writing! I decided to make this very specific original character, I don't think this post will get a ton of recognition but i just wanted to experiment a bit. I hope you all enjoy and never hesitate to send me a request or talk to me in my ask box. I'm here for you all :)!

Every child is naturally curious, constantly grasping at everything and questioning subjects adults have long learned about. But Hans was a particularly curious little boy, asking extremely specific and quizzing questions, stunning his parents that couldn't even muster up a joking answer. This behavior perfectly explained the educational and career path he chose later on in life.

Your husband was a highly renowned man, but that never changed his outlook on life. He was still the charming and disgustingly romantic man that hid a surprise bouquet of roses behind his back each time the two of you had a date night.

Hans isn't ignorant towards his obsessive behavior, he's known for obsessing over his theories so being overly attached to you isn't something he's particularly concerned about. You're his wife...who isn't obsessed with their wife?

Well, other women and men have no effect on him romantically or egotistically, so, sometimes when other people brag about their spouses he's just sitting there like:

"Mhm. Well, yesterday my wife-"

His friends will invite him out for drinks and will try to get him to stay till midnight and he will immediately reject. "Yeah, no, I've gotta get home to the wife."

There's nothing he loves more than eating dinner with you in his office. The atmosphere is messy, ink-stained paper, pens misplaced, discontinued files, but you make it seem like the most peaceful room in the world with your presence. As much as he enjoys his job, it's nice to get away from thinking about such grand things and relaxing with the loveliest woman to ever live.

You.

As he's giving speeches in governmental spaces, he looks for your eyes to find a piece of solace. At times his thoughts can get a bit scattered when he's in front of large crowds, so, your companionship is everything he'll ever need to keep him in check.

There's a running rumor that all theoretical physicists eventually snap and go crazy. For him, this isn't necessarily true..?

I'm a liar.

Well, he has done questionable things to many people that he has and still considers threats. He's put them through extricating "experiments" in the basement at the bottom of your shared victorian home. Experiments aren't necessarily his forte but he'll take any excuse to teach those people a life long lesson.

One night, the two of you were at a birthday party in the home of another highly renowned scientist, a friend of his. Hans decided to leave your side for not even a full minute to go and grab a plate of food for you. He rarely leaves your side but when he just so happens to do so, a random nobody trying to make a name of themselves walks over and attempts to sweep you off your feet.

Oblivious to their flirting, you participate in the conversation with friendly, simple and curt dialogue. What you don't notice is Hans staring at the two of you from the kitchen that is on the other side of the room. He was absolutely furious. On the rare occurrence he leaves you alone, someone comes and takes advantage of the situation for their filthy desires.

He walks on over with a tray filled with tea cakes, tiramisu cubes, mini crepe cakes and cheesecake bars. He wraps his free hand around your waist, squeezes and sternly asks:

"And you are?" The way Hans purposefully makes himself look more intimidating than he already is results in the third party to feel like an immediate outsider, causing them to blurt their name then scurry away.

You harmlessly tease him about being a bit jealous which ignites his dimple ridden smile before he smoothly remarks:

"Please tell me, Bärchen, would that be so terrible? You can't blame a man for fighting to keep a woman like you."

He'd be so entranced as he watched you get ready for any occasion. Putting on moisturizing cream? He's sitting with his face in his palm and observing. Slipping a dress on? He's watching with a teasing smile before offering to help.

He'll see you getting ready, slowly walk up to you as he gently runs his veiny hands up and down your arms before leaning his head onto your shoulder and whispering:

"You look so beautiful, but I'm sure you know that already, hm? Let me help you." "You know how that ends, Hans. We can't run late this time, what about your speech?" "They can wait for me. Let a man show his adoration, m'kay?"

Even when the two of you live together, he finds a way to hide gifts around the house so he can surprise you with them at the right time. There doesn't even have to be a special occasion for him to show up with an edible arrangement, a beautifully boxed gift and a bouquet of yellow roses.

He had to work long and hard to get to the place he's in today, to get the recognition he deserved. He uses his money in an incredibly smart manner. Purchasing new decor for the house and...you might not guess it....booking trips and spoiling you with presents and trinkets.

He never really flaunts the amount of money he has in public, but, your wedding costed an immense amount and he was unapologetic about it. Hans knew you deserved the royal-like marriage celebration you'd always dreamed of, and he was eager to deliver.

This post was inspired by a German actor that I have an IMMENSE crush on. His name is Matthias Schweighöfer (the blondie)

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hannie-dul-set · 3 days

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EXTENSION: AN UNLIKELY FANMEETING.

p — LEE JENO x female! reader. g — gang leader! jeno, actress! reader, humor, tension tension tension, jeno realizes his type in women after getting kidnapped by his celebrity crush. w — swearing, kidnapping, crime in general. 1.4k words.

note — part 2 to an unlikely fanmeeting. to the anon who said that they envisioned eric from tbz as the ex boyfriend, this one's for u. enjoy.

a swoosh on the top. a loop at the bottom. two slopes intersecting before breaking of to scratch a little heart at the tail end. the ink is red. it’s always red.

“is this all?”

you remove the cardstock from the table, and with a sharp movement you snap your arm straight, presenting it to him. jeno looks at your signature— with the pretty loops and all, but he smacks his tongue in disappointment. there’s an impatient twitch on your brow as you eye him, waiting seated on the other side of your desk. jeno snatches the autographed card, “of course not," then tucks it into the chest pocket of his no longer damp shirt.

there’s a clench of your jaw, a tightening of your stare. your eyes stopped quivering even since starting the deal. a shame, because jeno had a lot of fun backing you into a corner.

still, he likes seeing you mad too— sharp gaze, knitted brows, lips on the verge of a sneer— almost foreign to the gentle and sweet expressions natural to your features. there’s no mix of melancholic blue like when you’re acting out a scene. this one’s impersonal, like you’ve got no shits to give. it’s red. all red.

jeno prefers red.

he leans a little closer. your annoyance shifts to suspicion. he rests an arm on your desk, shifting his weight to it. a single tap on the stack of blank cardstock. “i need a couple bit more,” he says, a quirk of the lips. “my boys like you a lot, too.”

a pause. then a sigh. you roll your eyes and shoo him off your personal space with a wave, to which he hums and obediently follows, and while the scratches of pen against paper fill your office space, jeno takes the once in a lifetime opportunity to snoop around a celebrity’s room.

the whole is flushed with dark mahogany, a singular lamp illuminating the area from the ceiling. there’s a case lined with countless trophies and plaques and certificates and awards. there’s a wall with a giant poster of your face on it. he flits his eyes over to you on the desk, blank faced as you sign each layer of cardstock one by one like a machine, then back to the bigger version of your face on the wall, smiley-eyed and innocent.

there’s a laugh trying to claw out of his throat. he spins his heels and returns to your desk.

“wait," he says, interrupting you from finishing the last card on the pile. your hand jerks to a stop. you look up at him, what now? on your expression. jeno is pretty sure he’s done a negative amount of good things to deserve seeing all these different kinds of faces from you. “can you put park jisung on that one?”

“what?”

“nice kid. a little clumsy. good with the bat,” jeno answers and you look like you could care less. “he cried three times watching sunwater. give him a little treat.”

you, once again, let out a exhale and continue writing with a rather aggressive scribble, ending the note with a pressure-pointed dot in the bottom right corner. “happy?” you deride.

he hums, “that’s not the attitude of someone who wants something from me,” and slides the stack of cards to his side of the desk, collecting it between his hands and slides them in between each other with a shuffle. “but anyhow, let’s get to talking.”

“finally.”

three loud taps on the table as he sets down the autographed cards. jeno takes the plush seat in front of your desk and drags it closer.

“you want us to abduct your ex boyfriend.” you affirm. “who is it? the eric sohn guy i keep seeing you on the news with?” a look of judgement overrides your expression. jeno simply shrugs. you can’t blame him for the fact that your face and name is everywhere.

“whatever,” you sigh. “anyway, yes, i want that bitch back here. he ran away to japan after i caught him fucking shin yona two days before our god damned anniversary.”

“damn. his loss.”

“the fucker knows i can’t run after him because my schedule is packed this week. one of which is an ad shoot with the bitch yona, by the way. if she doesn’t pull out voluntarily, i’ll see to it that she does.”

you sure do swear quite a lot. “i think i’ve seen her before. was it firefly? i don’t know, that movie was crap.”

again, with the look of heavy judgement. makes him want to keep egging you on on purpose.

“i get it that you’re a fan, but this isn’t a god damned fanmeeting, you know.”

jeno looks at you, a ghost of a grin on his lips. “does your company know you act like this?”

“of course not, how’d you think i stayed in the industry for so long if i don’t know how to act fake,” you roll your eyes. “back to the point. eric sohn. japan. can you bring him back here?”

“consider it done,” he says. his phone is out. you returned his shit earlier after wrapping things up in the basement. he then keys in a couple texts to a few contacts, eyes flickering between you and the screen. “and then what do you want? how badly do you wanna see him ruined? a few broken ribs and bruises? ‘til his face is unrecognizable? or—”

jeno closes his phone and drops it back into his pocket. he leans forward to get a better look at your face.

his voice is low, quiet, and hushed, yet pulls down the air into the ground with a gravity heavier than that of the earth’s.

“want him dead?”

silence permeates the room. he can’t read the thoughts running inside your pretty little head— save for the inkling that you don’t find his last suggestion the very least bit appealing.

“are you stupid? don’t you dare fucking touch him.”

your voice is aghast— offended. well, what did he expect. you might’ve acted the entire night like you had little to no regard to violence and the law— sending a bunch of men to kidnap him and all and waking up tied in a shady basement inside your own home, a few suspicious materials here and there, that’s got him thinking you’ve got graver intentions than a simple splash of water and a probably slap in the face.

“i only asked you to bring him to me and nothing more. don’t get ahead of yourself.”

but maybe there’s still a line that you you’re not willing to cross.

“what’s the point if i don’t get to fuck him up myself?”

jeno feels a rattle in his bones.

he drills his eyes into you— your face, devoid of any jest or hint of hesitation. it’s all red and raw reprehension.

“what? the hell are you staring at?”

the words tumble out of his lips before he knows it.

“think you could let me watch?”

there’s a pause. it’s cold and quiet in your office. you’re looking at him like he just desecrated your parents graves. in jeno’s defense, you put the image in his head and his mouth doesn't have the safety on. when he doesn’t take it back, you sigh, place a set of fingers on your temple, and say, “get the job done first before making any extra requests.”

well, that’s not a no at the very least.

“i’ve already made my payment so you better see to it that you accomplish your end of the deal.”

eyes flicker to the thin stack of autographed cards. he gets up from the chair with a rattle and takes it off the desk. “you sure about this, doll?” he asks, gaze flitting back to your face. “if word gets out, you’d be pretty much kissing your career goodbye, you know.” and after receiving your payment, he sets his arms down on the surface, leaning forward, grabbing taking out the red pen you’ve been using and scribbling his contact information on a spare sheet of paper.

he drops the pen with a clatter and takes a look at your expression.

“that’s fifteen years down the drain.”

you look like you’re tired of his shit.

“if word gets out that means you’re crap at your job,” you sneer, slapping your hand over the note as he finished writing. you slide it over to you with a screech. “didn’t you say you could handle this better than the incompetent fucks that brought you here?”

you’re looking up at him like you’re looking down, eyes snapped up, expectant and unforgiving.

jeno puts his hands up in a surrender, a sliver of a smile playing on his lips.

“you got it.”

AN UNLIKELY FANMEETING. © hannie-dul-set, 2024.

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silvervioletvalentine · 1 year

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❣️!Loving rival!❣️

Pairing: Charles leclerc X Cherrie!

Word count : 7k

Summary: in which she’s a little over protective of someone who’s supposed to be her rival.

Or: Charles being completely and unashamedly in love with his ‘rival’. Or: moments between them caught on camera .

Charles was stood in front of the press after another qualifying session, having not done as well as he had hoped.

Glancing around the media pen to see who else was being interviewed , his smile dimming slightly when he couldn't find who he wanted to see the most out of the rest of the drivers , giving Pierre , who was also there further down from him, a little nod before looking back at the reporter with a smile .

The reporter noticed this and gave him a subtle knowing look, clearing his throat .

"Charles. Not as good of a session as ferrari would have hoped for today. How are you feeling?" He was asked politely .

Charles sighed quietly , sipping on the long straw of his drink as he tried to cool down. His hair a sweaty mess on top of his head from the heat .

"Er yes , slightly disappointed of course. Not what I hoped for but we can do better. We can learn from this mistake and hopefully overcome those errors ..yes, I mean, not what I wanted but could have been worse I suppose." He said with a nod , seeing his press officer give him a thumbs up from the corner of his eye.

The reporter nodded before smiling at him "the team that Ferrari was hoping to beat both got p1 and p2 in qualifying . With Cherrie coming first by what felt like a long shot .. she had quite some seconds on everybody else. Are you worried about that?" He asked him curiously.

Charles just laughed and shook his head, a little bit of pride filling him as he thought about the way Cherrie had wizzed around the track without any difficulty's whatsoever .

In fact , Charles was almost certain that she had gotten nearly every pole Position this season so far, if it wasn't her that was coming first then it was her teammate max.

He knew that with her being his 'rival' and the one th at he was supposed to be fighting it out with on the track, that he should be feeling a little angry and upset with her winning over him again.

But as Charles thought of the smile on her face when she had proudly high-fived her teammate and did her silly little dance of happiness , he could feel nothing but pride for her.

"I'm not worried .. maybe the team is but.. that's to be expected. Because redbull has become the team to beat, they are very fast and very powerful." He laughed a little . That was an understatement. His was certain that his team principal was just foaming at the mouth at them losing again them again.

But Charles just shrugged , swallowing another sip of his drink.

"Cherrie deserves this position. She's deserved them all in fact . She is one of the best drivers I've ever come across... as soon as your radio tells you 'Cherrie is behind you' you know that it's over .." he grinned despite himself , glancing down at his feet with a shy little grin. Laughing quietly .

Shaking his head to snap himself out of it, he continued to gush about her.

Not noticing the amused looks that he was getting from those around him listening to him proudly talk about his rival like she was his own teammate and not the one driver that was kicking his ass on the track every race.

"She's always been very quick though. Even when we were kids. I used to be in such amazement watching her all the time . The only reason she didn't win the championship the first year that she came into f1 was because she didn't have the right car behind her. But now.." he shrugged again with a proud smile.

"she's signed with redbull and look at what she's doing! She's winning and it's to be expected . I'm not surprised that she's faster than me. She's just - yeah .." he realised that he was still just stood their gushing about her and trailed off sheepishly , his press officer looking exasperated at him yet again boasting about his 'rival' to the world.

The reporter just chuckled "sounds like you have a very high opinion of her! I guess it's safe to say that the rivalry is only on the track? You have nothing but kind words to say abut her off it.." he said.

Charles flushed a little, grinning sheepishly as he scratched the side of his neck. Laughing .

"Yes, yes. I have not one bad thing to say about her , she's somebody that I admire very much-"

He couldn't even finish his sentence before they heard a familiar shout of his name from behind him, turning his head slightly to see the woman in question jogging over to him, ignoring her team telling her not to.

She wasn't supposed to be getting friendly with the 'enemy' yet she couldn't give one shit what anybody else thought.

Instead she gave Charles a sympathetic smile and wrapped her arm around his shoulders from behind , being an inch or two taller than him and taking advantage of it.

"What happened C? It was going so well and then they tell me that you're falling behind." Her French accent was thicker than the others, even more so when she was filled with adrenaline still.

Still in her racing suit and sweat dripping down her neck, she still wanted to see him and find out why he wasn't starting first with her tomorrow.

Charles smiled at a her a little , seeing the way she was frowning and looking upset on his behalf. She seemed even more disappointed for him than he was himself .

It was a little amusing for those around them to witness .

Cherries blunt and unfiltered nature coming out as her team watched on stressfully , all crossing their fingers and hoping that she wouldn't cause another scandal or scene.

She wasn't afraid to call out people or point out people's failures or bullshit to their faces , especially when it was somebody that she cared about.

Not that she would ever admit out loud that she cared about the Ferrari driver , he was her rival of course . The man that she fought to beat on the track.

She was just curious , that was all.

Charles sighed and leant into her side a little, enjoying the way she was comforting him without even trying .

"Testing out new tires and they weren't as fast. I didn't get enough time to heat them up.. but hopefully it will go better tomorrow." He tried to be optimistic but his own disappointment was obvious.

Cherrie just scoffed and gave his shoulders a squeeze, frowning at him .

"stupide! cela semble évident ! c'est le tour le plus rapide, bien sûr que c'était une mauvaise idée !" She exclaimed in disbelief to how his team just kept continuously fucking him over .

(Stupid! that seems obvious! it's fastest lap, of course that was a bad idea!)

Charles smiled awkwardly , glancing over to his press team and seeing them shaking their heads at him. Telling him to disagree and not let her bad mouth his team right in front of him.

Charles just ignored them

And instead let out a small laugh, wrapping his arm around her waist so he could give her a small side hug as subtly as possible. Wanting to hold onto her for as long as he could get away with.

"Not the best idea , no. But I'll do better tomorrow." He just repeated still a little upset with his result and team .

Cherrie was having none of it. She looked down at him in disapproval, pulling a face at him.

"This isn't your fault . It's your team that need to do better tomorrow, not you. You did great." She casually told him , paying no mind to the surprised look he gave her, his cheeks flushing at her easy defence of him.

Then she looked at the cameras and gave a smirk , laughing.

"This is why I did not go to Ferrari. I would have been fucked." She exclaimed , grinning slyly as she pulled away from Charles with one last pat to his shoulder .

Then she snickered , pushing her redbull cap down further on her head. Unzipping her race suit and tying it around her waist instead as she felt her press officer take ahold of her arm to pull her away before she could do anymore damage.

Cherrie made sure to get one last joke in "none of their drivers will ever be virgins before Ferrari fucks them all!" She laughed loudly , giving Charles a wink before allowing herself to be quickly pulled away.

Immediately Getting a scolding from her team. She just snickered like a naughty child that has done something that they weren’t supposed to.

Leaving Charles to giggle to himself , bright red, as he bit down on his bottom lip and watched her team try to get her to behave . Cherrie just running off like a naughty child as they chased after her with a loud, fed up groan.

Then he looked over at the cameras and grinned "she's very funny." Was all he muttered in amusement knowing that the group chat would be buzzing as soon as they saw the video of them.

Another video showed the helmet of the redbull driver tilt towards the Ferrari that was now stalled alongside the side of the track. A picture of cherries radio box popping up on the screen.

There was a static crackle before her concerned voice was heard over the radio clearly .

"What happened? There's a Ferrari stopped. Who is that?" She wanted to know , always having a feeling that she knew just who the unlucky driver was.

Her team confirmed it with a calm voice "that's Leclerc’s' car. His engine has failed. He's going to have to retire from the race. Just keep pushing Cherrie, you've got this in the bag." He encouraged her.

Cherrie did as he said, focusing on the track in front of her as she overtook another Mercedes car with ease . Yet she could only think about one thing.

Her voice was heard over the radio again, sounding more and more annoyed.

"That's unbelievable! What the fuck is wrong with them? Is he okay?" She asked them , sounding pissed off now.

Still managing to overtake yet another car as the announcer cheered that once again the two redbull were in the lead yet again.

Her team just sighed, knowing that she wouldn't stop asking until they answered her every question.

Especially if it involved Charles. She could never shut her mouth up whenever the situation involved him.

"He is okay. He's out of the car and getting a lift from the safety car back." They confirmed for her.

She just scoffed angrily on his behalf "fucking hell! They've fucked him again! Unbelievable!” She cursed loudly unaware that her radio was being televised for everybody to hear.

All she could think about was how upset and disappointed charles would be , yet another race ruined for him. And more points lost.

"Just concentrate on keeping position. You are currently p2 with max in front of you. Keep defending." He told her firmly.

Cherrie was still muttering to herself , the broadcast radio catching every word .

Including Charles who was back in the back room , watching the race continue as they showed cherries radio on the screen, watching her car easily keep the Mercedes from getting past her and max .

The camera zooming in on Charles previously upset face , now instead he was smiling a little to himself at the sound of how pissed off she sounded on his behalf, his cheeks flushing in colour as he tried to ignore the knowing looks being sent his way.

"Fucking Ferrari." She was finally heard saying , sighing loudly .

Charles just laughed beneath his breath.

Fucking Ferrari . He agreed silently.

Then the video cut to another scene where Cherrie had just won another important race , high-fiving max and letting him know how proud of him she was for defending her back.

She patted him on the back firmly before turning away, focusing on unzipping her suit and tying it around her waist , still breathless and sweating from the heat.

From the corner of her eye she saw Charles congratulating max , then all of a sudden she heard the sound of the stands starting to boo him and call him some not so nice names.

Her brows furrowing in disgust as she snapped her head over to the crowd and immediately shook her head at them in disapproval.

"Fuck you Charles! Ferrari is shit!" She heard someone yell towards him nastily. Others shouting their cruel agreements .

Charles just looked down at his feet and tried to ignore it, wiping a towel that his assistant gave him over his face , wiping away the sweat that was clinging to him.

Cherrie glared over towards where the voice had come from, pushing past people to walk over to them, clearly pissed off.

"Shut your mouth assholes! None of that!" She shouted angrily towards the still booing crowd that immediately quietened down when she yelled at them , stopping their booing of Charles quickly .

Charles gave her a thankful look , walking over to her hesitantly .

He gave her a small smile of appreciation. "thank you. They do not like me very much." He muttered to her with a small, uncomfortable laugh , feeling the dislike towards him and his team from the crowd of orange in front of them.

Cherrie wrapped her arm around his shoulder and hugged him, squeezing him tight .

"Then they're stupid." She simply answered him, pulling away to smile down at him.

Tapping the cap on his head proudly "you did very well. Almost caught up to me. Well done Charles." She praised him , impressed with his racing .

He had came p3 , right behind her by mere seconds. It was the closest that he had gotten to her so far.

Charles blushed deeply , smiling bashfully as he wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her another hug back. Aware of the thousands of people watching them converse between each other casually .

"Thank you! I am as surprised as you are! But very happy." He truthfully replied before following her through the crowd , their teams telling them to head to the podium to celebrate their wins .

Cherrie took ahold of his arm to pull him through the crowd , feeling his fingers search for hers for a moment before letting go of her hand when he remembered that there was thousands of people watching them closely .

She just smiled knowingly over her shoulder at him, laughing at the way he couldn't meet her eyes. Growing shy quickly.

"Are you going to the after party on the boat?" She asked him quietly , curiously.

He nodded his head yes, still gazing at her from the corner of his eye as they were handed bottle of champagne each . Giving max a small wave as he nodded his head at him again respectfully.

"Yes. Do you-" he hesitated for a moment before deciding to just for for it. The worst thing she could say is no.

Or laugh in his face and make him cry. Oh well.

"Can I go with you? Like- can we arrive together? We could get some food before we go too so that we aren't drinking on an empty stomach." He rushed out , glancing at her hopefully . His heart racing nervously as he waited impatiently for her answer .

Cherrie just casually nodded her head, giving him a knowing smile and giggling at his constant red face that never seemed to fade when he was around her.

It was cute.

"Sure. Sounds like a plan! Sick of driving in a Ferrari already?" She joked to him easily .

Charles just laughed , nudging her shoulder with his own affectionately .

"Honestly? Yes!"

Then they sprayed each other with champagne, laughing loudly as they almost slipped off the podium together .

Clinging onto each other joyfully as they yelled happily , the camera zooming in on the way Charles was stroking away the booze soaked hair from her face carefully , wiping at her eyes with the end of his shirt so that she could see clearly again.

"Most friendliest rivals I've ever seen." The cameraman joked.

Then photos of the after party were shown on the screen , zoomed in photos of Charles with his head on cherries shoulders, grinning up at her drunkenly as he listened to her chatting away to her friends.

His arm wrapped around her waist as he practically laid in her lap with Half of his shirt open , her long hair wrapped around his fingers as he tugged on it to get her attention like a needy child .

Then the next few photos showed the two of them dancing together , with cherries head thrown back in laughter while Charles held onto her closely , his face buried in her neck with a permanent drunken grin on his face .

Before the last few photos showed both Cherrie and Charles being escorted out of the party by a fed up looking pierre and max who were trying to get the two of them off the floor after they kept falling over together in a heap of limbs.

Pierre stood with his hands on his hips with pursed lips as he looked over at Charles who was climbing onto cherries back , getting a piggy back ride from her while they stumbled down the street, giggling like a pair of naughty children .

Before max finally managed to separate them when the fell over again into a pile of drunken limbs on the floor.

Max was holding Cherrie while Pierre had ahold Charles arm , looking exasperated as he watched his friend reached out in front of him and grab ahold of her hand , swinging it between them with a pleased grin on his face, loudly serenading her with a awful version of 'you're my best friend' by queen.

Cherrie clapping at him proudly as she signed a heart shape at him with her hands.

'Rival no more?' The headline read.

The internet went crazy for them.

Then the video switched to another clip a few months later that showed a replay of her teammate , max, accidentally hitting Charles's wheel with his own and sending them both off the track.

Then the camera turned to show the aftermath . Zooming in on Cherrie angrily pulling off her helmet and stomping over to her teammate with a look of thunder on her face , pointing her finger at him angrily .

"What was that?! Did you forget how to drive? putain d'idiot stupide!" She shouted at him loudly , giving his shoulders a shove as well.

(Stupid fucking idiot!)

Max looked down at her blankly , hands on hips , already expecting this reaction from his friend as soon as he realised just who he had hit .

In fact , max was surprised that she hasn’t punched him yet. Because anyone who even dared to hurt Charles or even upset him in the slightest, was immediately put on her list of people to punch in the face.

He pursed his lips at her, sighing in annoyance . "It was an accident . He shouldn't have come so close to

Me on a corner! That was the wrong time to try and overtake me!" He stubbornly snapped back at her.

Cherrie let out a nose between a laugh and a scoff "that's the whole fucking point dumbass! This was your fault completely! You didn't leave him enough space!" She accused him. Having been right behind them when it happened.

Deciding to completely blank the part of her brain that knew that this was also Charles fault too. It was a risky move on his part, one that she would be scolding him for when she was done with max.

Max rolled his eyes bitterly , knowing that she was half right but not wanting to admit it.

"Whatever." He muttered moodily trying to turn away and walk away from her. Spotting a familiar red suit not far from them , not wanting a Scene to be made.

Too bad that he had forgotten just who his friend was. The biggest drama queen of the century.

Also Charles biggest protecter and unofficial bodyguard.

Instead she reached forward and took ahold of his race suit In her fist and started dragging him over to the Ferrari driver, ignoring him trying to get her to let go of him. Cursing her out loudly, everyone looking on in amusement at the sight in front of them.

"You are going to apologise to him max!" She demanded to him sternly , dragging him over to Charles who had now turned to look at the scene she was making with wide eyes , his mouth dropping open in shock.

Max groaned loudly , almost tripping over his feet as she gave him another rough shove in Charles direction.

Glaring at her unhappily "absolutely not-"

Her sharp glare quickly changed his mind.

Inhaling sharply and slowly turning to look at a bewildered Charles with a displeased scowl on his face .

“I'm sorry." He muttered towards him , crossing his arms over his chest unhappily. Not looking him in the eye as he sulked like a child .

Charles just blinked at him in surprise .

“what?" He blurted out. Eyes going between the two redbulls in front of him in both amusement and disbelief .

One looking like a pissy toddler being scolded and the other looking like a wrath personified .

Cherrie placed her hands on her hips and glared at her teammate darkly .

"He said he's sorry for nearly killing you!" She dramatised . Looking him over for any possible injuries that the medics could have missed.

Max immediately looked at her in disbelief "kill him? He only went to the side! He's fine!" He exclaimed.

Charles laughed a little. Reaching over and grabbing her hand, giving it a little comforting squeeze once he realised how worried she was for him.

"I'm okay. Just disappointed on missing out on points again." He gave max a pointed look , not happy with her teammate for not letting him through.

Max rolled his eye . "I said I'm sorry. But that was the wrong time to overtake mate-"

Charles scoffed at him , pulling Cherrie over to his side as she fussed over him. Grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat from his face before pushing her bottle off water into his hands.

"That's my job! Honestly what is wrong with you mate-"

"Don't mate me-"

Charles glared at him as Cherrie ran her fingers through his messy hair, completely oblivious to their amused friends watching them with knowing looks on their faces .

"You're a reckless driver-" Charles snapped at him, leaning his head down a little bit so that Cherrie could put his cap back on for him again.

She paused with her hand on his head, narrowing her eyes at him making him freeze up , immediately shutting up at the look on her pretty face.

She was incredibly intimidating when she wanted to be.

"No he isn't. He made a mistake but he's a good river and that's my teammate." She scolded him with a frown bedore looking at him sternly.

"say sorry to max!" She then told him firmly .

Max's face turning smug as he grinned at him slyly "yeah Charles say sorry to me-" he laughed as Cherrie smacked his arm in silent warning for him to behave .

Charles looked at her in shock "Cherrie! Why should I apologise when he-" he cut his whining off with a groan when she just continued to look at him in disapproval , pursing her lips at him unhappily.

"Fine." He muttered with a frown bedore turning to look at max again. Gritting his teeth and trying not to smack the smug look off his stupid face.

He inhaled deeply and said "I'm sorry. You're a good driver and I know that you didn't deliberately try to kill me .."

Max's smile dropped . Eyes flickering between the two of them in disbelief .

"I was no where near killing you! Fucks sake. You two are ridiculous! Forget it!" He shouted , fed up with the pair of them. Stomping away before they could annoy him any further .

Leaving Charles to giggle to himself triumphantly , turning back to Cherrie with a innocent smile on his face.

He then wrapped her up in his arms and closed his eyes as he felt her hug him around his waist , rocking them from side to side .

"Thank you for defending me." He whispered to her with a smile . Sighing contently when he felt her gently kiss the side of jaw.

"Always." She pulled away only to give him a pointed look.

“But that was totally your fault. What were you thinking trying to overtake him at that corner? You absolute idiot-" she smacked at his arm as they walked away, starting to scold him now that max was gone .

The camera filming the way Charles was pouting to himself as she ranted onto him, despite the way he sneakily hooked his fingers around the race suit that was tied around her waist , pulling her closer to him.

Nodding along to her telling him off casually , a look on his face that told everyone that this was not the first time that he was being scolded by her .

Then another video appeared of them at a conference together, alongside max who looked more than fed up as he listened to the two of them giggle between each other, not paying attention to anything that was being said around them.

Cherrie was too busy drawing on scrapped piece of paper , Charles looking over her shoulder with a amused smirk as she showed him the little drawing of max that she had done , only he was wearing a Ferrari logo instead of redbull.

Charles snorted "imagine him in red." He shook his head with another little giggle , taking the pen from her and adding devil horns on cartoon Max's head, nudging her repeatedly to get her to watch , the both of them bowing their heads together , in their own little bubble of amusement .

She heard max clear his throat loudly , slowly glancing up from their drawings and giving a sheepish smile once she noticed that everybody was looking at her pointedly .

"Sorry? What was that?" She had absolutely no clue what had been asked to her , side eyeing Charles who was covering his smirk up with his hand, casually leaning back into his sight as he tried not to laugh at the startled look on her pretty face .

The reporter asked her again "If you could change one thing at redbull what would it be?"

Cherrie didn't even hesitate "my teammate. Definitely." She joked , laughing loudly when max just gave her a deadpanned look in return.

Charles was giggling beside her , wrapping a piece of her long hair around his finger and curling it around and around absentmindedly.

Max sighed "as you can see . Cherrie is a really lovely and supportive teammate to have." He drawled sarcastically . Smiling anyway . Used to the way that Cherrie always picked at him and joked around.

Cherrie nodded along proudly "yes I am. But honestly there isn't anything that I would change per say. My car is fucking amazing and a absolute beauty to drive . It's not us that's needs to change anything." She bluntly said , giving the Ferrari driver beside her a pointed look.

Charles just grinned and shrugged his shoulders a little , laughing quietly .

"Yeah I mean, we definitely have some work to do and lots to improve on but-" he tried to defend his team that was admittedly failing really badly lately.

Cherrie cut him off with a rolling of her eyes, nudging his shoulder with her own.

She pulled out a pack of gum and offered him a piece as she spoke loudly .

"You’re falling apart like the car is made out of Lego or something . I wouldn't be surprised if you were just left in the seat on the track while the rest of your car just rolled off somewhere. Honestly.." she grinned pitifully at him, patting his shoulder in sympathy.

"You're absolutely fucked . Have you thought about coming to the winning side?" She then asked him, smirking a little at him smugly.

Charles just gave her a look, having known that she would start taking jabs at his team at every little chance she got .

The two of them had gotten into many heated debates and arguments before, Charles always ending up in her apartment after every terrible race for him, ranting and raving to her about how unfair it was that all this bad luck seemed to be happening to him alone.

He knew that he really shouldn't have been discussing the failures of his car with somebody that was supposed to be his 'rival' and someone that he really shouldn't like so much. But he couldn't help it.

Cherrie never lied to him and never tried to sugarcoat the situation to make him feeling better temporarily. She just told him the truth and would bluntly tell him where he was going wrong and how badly his team was fucking him over.

Then she would also take him into her simulator room and show him how to correct his wrongs . She would sit with him for hours and show him different ways and tips to get past the corners better and how to avoid crashing into the walls completely.

She didn't care that she wasn't supposed to be helping him. That he was someone that she needed to beat on track. Not teaching him now to improve and how to handle his car better.

But seeing the misery and anger slowly wash away from him with each little tip of help that she gave him , made any of her doubts about helping him go away.

No one had to know that it was actually Cherrie, his main rival and driver to beat , that was the one that helped him win pole position last time after sitting up the night before with him and going over a different Angle for him to try. She had told him not to listen to his own strategist, to just pretend like he couldn't hear them over the radio and to just do as she had told him.

And well, he did it. He did what she had said and he won.

So yes, Charles felt more comfortable and confident in trusting cherries intuitions than he did his own team.

They helped eachother . She made him a better driver and have him great advice. Nobody has to know. It was their little secret, a small one among hundreds of others that they shared between them.

"I'd swap you for max any day." She suddenly told him in front of all the press.

Chewing on her gum and casually lifting her legs up to rest of the table as she stretched her arms out above her lazily .

Max gaped at her in disbelief "Cherrie! You absolute backstabber! What happened to me being your best friend?" He laughed . Amused by how unbothered she was. No filter on her mouth as usual.

She just shrugged . Smiling over at Charles who was flushed beside her. Giggling under his breath as he knocked his shoulder against hers again.

"You are a good friend max." She said to make him feel better before she then added "but I like Charles more. And I kind of want to see him in a car that could make him world champion. That would be very nice to see." She mused honestly .

Charles was flattered , wrapping his arm around her shoulders and giving her a side hug . Pressing the side of their heads together happily

"Aw. That's nice . You want to see me win?" He said surprised . She was his rival in the track after all. She wasn't supposed to be rooting for him.

But this was Cherrie and the two of them weren't normal 'rivals' in the slightest.

She just shrugged, blowing a bubble with the gum between her teeth .

"Yes. Me and max have already won . We're both champions. It's a nice feeling and helps boost your confidence and skills.." she admitted to him not at all bothered by the shocked looks she was receiving.

"I think that you deserve to feel that . And your time will come. You will be world champion some day and I just hope that it's sooner rather than later for you. I would really like to be beside you soaking you in champagne Charles." She told him matter of factly.

Having always silently rooted for him in her head because she knew that Charles did the same for her.

He always had supported her. Even when he lost and she won, he was right there to be the first one to congratulate her and tell her that she deserved nothing more than to win again.

He was amazing and there was nothing more Charles loved to do than gush about her to anybody that would Listen. So why couldn't she as well?

Charles was quiet. Just looking at her with a small , grateful smile on his gave. Lost for words by how casually she spoke about believing in him, like it was nothing .

As though her words didn't mean absolutely everything to him.

He sighed softly , leaning his head on her shoulder and ignoring the rapid clicks of the camera Around them. The press marvelling at the sight of the two rivals pressed together affectionately , his eyes never leaving her face.

"Thank you. I can't wait till that day comes either. We'll be up there together , yes?" He murmured to her fondly . Looking up at her through his lashes shyly .

Cherrie just gently knocked her head against his affectionately , smiling .

"Obviously. Just waiting for the day to come now."

Then the video flicked to a final screen of a completion of Charles looking lost without her , her name always the first thing he said when he walked into a room.

In Monaco. The camera zoomed in on him at the drivers parade , the bus slowly going around the track for the fans to see them.

He was stood randomly in the middle of them with his hands on his hips , a frown on his face when he looked around and couldn't see her anywhere .

"Where's Cherrie?" He said out loud to anybody that Could hear him.

Born Pierre and lando looking over at him with a knowing look on their faces. Grinning.

"She's over there with max." Lando informed him, nodding to the other side of the moving vechile.

The camera catching the way Charles's face lit up bedore he quickly strided over to her and wrapped his arm around her own, not even saying anything as he dragged her away from max mid conversation, pulling her over to the corner so that she would stand with him instead .

Max rolled his eyes exasperated "you can't keep stealing my best friend from me Charles!" He called over to him, unimpressed by the way he always just dragged her away whenever he pleased.

Charles just stuck up his middle finger at him, not paying him any attention at all.

Instead he was too busy wrapping his arms around her neck from behind, hugging her back to his chest as she waved out to the cheering crowds that they were passing by.

Cherrie just casually patting his arm and tilting her head to press a small kiss to his shoulder affectionately, not at all bothered by him dragging her away to keep to himself .

Then the video showed Charles at the red carpet to another gala , stood in the middle of the carpet as he looked around in confusion . Ignoring the flashing lights and shouting of his name around him.

"Where's Cherrie?!" He could be heard calling out, his head was turning in each direction to try and find her familiar face in the crowd of people around him.

The relief evident in his face when he finally spotted her further down getting her picture taken with Pierre and max, quickly jogging over to them and wrapping his arm around her waist with a pleased smile .

Cherrie just glancing up at him with a amused smile as he attached himself to her side , refusing to let go even when they were done taking pictures on the red carpet .

Ignoring everybody around them as he trailed after her like a lovesick puppy, saying terrible jokes just to get her to laugh. Looking proud of himself with each little giggle that she gave him.

Then the video rounded off with one last scene of Charles looking in awe and ridiculously proud as he watched Cherrie stand on the podium with glee, holding up the trophy of world champion yet again, beaming down at the crowd below her happily.

Charles had tears in his eyes as he turned to look at the camera next to him, sniffling proudly as he pulled out his own phone and started taking hundreds of pictures of her as she got sprayed down with champagne.

"That's my future wife! The love of my life up there!" He shouted proudly , not giving a single shit that he was letting the biggest secret that they had kept finally slip .

Too proud and too happy to care as he watched the love of his life search for him in the crowd below her, her face lighting up as she spotted him waving his hands at her like a crazy person to get her attention.

"I love you!" He shouted up to her grinning . Ignoring the gasps of shock around him at his sudden declaration . "I knew you could do it!"

Cherrie, as casual and unbothered as ever, simply winked at him and lifted the trophy in his direction with a smirk.

"You're next baby! Je vous aime! même si vous êtes un ferrari boy ! tu es mon garçon ferrari!" She shouted down at him , giggling happily as she blew him a kiss.

Charles pretended to catch it and placed it over his heart , tears of joy in his eyes as he looked up at her with nothing but love and proudness .

"Forever!" He promised her tearfully "je t'aime!"

Then the video cut back to the cameraman who had been witnessing their growing love right from the start.

"From rivals to lovers. Who would have thought? I definitely didn't see this coming!" He sarcastically grinned, amused.

They may have been rivals on the track but as soon as the race was over , Charles was straight into her arms again. Letting her take the wheel of love and drive it straight into his heart .

She was his ride or die. No doubt about it. She always had his back.

And maybe that was what he needed. A woman who wouldn't hesitate to put his team in their place and threaten them to give her boyfriend a better car this time, otherwise that she would be waving his team principal on a flag pole until they got it right .

She was the one . She was his person and his best friend.

He loved her. In every way. In every life.

She made him a winner everyday. Nothing was going to change that.

#Charles leclerc imagine #Charles leclerc oneshot #f1 imagine #f1 fic #formula one imagine #Charles leclerc fic

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inkedobsidian · 2 years

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~ It doesn't mean shit S.R ~

summary: While on a case an officer hits on you, even though you're with Spencer.

pairing: Spencer ReidxReader

warnings: creepy men ofc

word count: 793

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

The doors to the disgustingly damp police department open and the whole team steps inside trying to ignore the sweat building up in places they don't appreciate. They were guided into an open room full of blank boards and a water machine. As Y/N walked over to the machine she could feel her trousers slowly start to itch at her thighs. As she grabbed a plastic cup she felt someone stood behind her, spinning around and coming face to Spencer she smiles and offers him her cup.

"Hey sweetie, how you feeling?" Spencer says taking a sip of the water he was just handed. Y/N wipes the back of her neck with her hand and cringes as she feels the disgusting amount of sweat that has built up.

"I'd be better if this room was cooler in all honesty. I feel like I'm dying is there no AC or anything here." Y/N pouts as she takes another sip of her water trying to cool down. Scanning around the room to find only her team Y/N tries to find the sheriff, once again having no luck.

"I think we'd all work better if the AC was on, just go ask one of the deputies it will be okay." Spencer kisses Y/N on the forehead as she walks out the door towards one of the deputies, as she taps them on the shoulder trying to attract his attention. As the deputy spins around he smirks as he sees Y/N stood in front of him.

"What can I do for you, pretty lady?" The deputy asks still smirking.

"I was just wondering if you guys had any AC in the room the rest of my team are in. If not do you guys have any fans?" Attempting to be polite to the creepy deputy was hard but Y/N had to be professional and she was going to start ugly sweating soon.

"Our AC is broken right now if you couldn't tell but I mean I could take you out for a drink if you would like." As the deputy placed his hand on Y/N's lower back she took a step away and politely smiled at the deputy.

"Actually I'm spoken for sorry, thanks for your help." She says pointing at Spencer and smiling at the goofy genius who is currently attempting to find a working pen, with not much luck. As he spots Y/N looking at him and he smiles and waves.

"Seriously the nerd got you? You are way out of his league." Spencer hears the deputy and frowns and as Y/N turns back to face the deputy she gives him the stare from hell. Y/N bites her tongue to stop her from saying something she probably should, it doesn't work too well.

"It is none of your concern who 'got me' deputy. Your office may have requested my team here to help with an investigation you have failed to solve, but I imagine your Sherriff would take great interest to know how his deputy talks to the agents here to help. What do you think?" As Y/N stares more and more at the deputy she could see him falling into himself more and more out of embarrassment.

As she turns around she sees Spencer has dissipated but she can see all the team looking at her and the, now very uncomfortable, deputy. As Y/N walks off to try and find Spencer she sees Aaron start to walk towards the deputy. Spencer stood in the corner of the room looking out the window not hearing Y/N enter the room.

"Spence?" Y/N says trying not to freak him out by her sudden presence.

"He's right though, you're perfect and I'm just nerdy Dr. Spencer Reid," Refusing to turn around Spencer keeps staring out the window. Y/N walks towards the broken boy stood in front of her. Someone she loved with all her heart no matter what. "I've heard plenty of people say I don't deserve you and you could do better."

"I don't care what they said, it doesn't mean shit! You are the love of my life Spencer nobody else. Excuse my language but screw what anyone else thinks. You can't see you how I do, frankly, nobody else matters to me. If I wanted them I'd leave you. I'm still stood here saying I love you. Now actually look at me!"

As soon as Spencer turned around Y/N grabbed his face and attached her lips to his. As if in slow motion Spencer let out a massive breath and let himself relax into the arms of the woman he loved. All they needed was each-other and together in perfect harmony, they were reminded of how powerful love and how much they love each other.

#criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 9 months

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"Sing for me"

Yae with a reader that can sing beautifully but is shy about it

characters: Yae Miko x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: This was supposed to be a request for both Yae and Yoimiya, but since I had a hopefully good idea for Yae's part I decided to go a bit overboard with hers.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Yae Miko

Impressing Yae Miko was a difficult task with not much to gain. An upcoming writer finally penning a successful book could have their work overshadowed by dozens of writings of the same genre suddenly being released by Yae’s Publishing House, a genius orator could find themselves in her crosshairs for no other reason than to give her some short lived amusement and an entertainer would somehow find their way into being used as nothing but a magnet to attract more people to the shrine.

Those were just some of the examples you've heard over the years, so when you had the fortune of accidentally singing to yourself in front of Yae, only to have her start summoning you to her office whenever she felt like it, you had expected your life to be basically over.

Yae however, had other plans with you.

When you had taken a quick glance at Yae from across the room, only for the two of you to make eye contact after she turned her head within an instance, almost as if anticipating you trying to sneak a look, you knew your fate was signed. At this point the Guuji didn’t even have to use words to tell you to meet her in her office, a simple smile working as a much more efficient alternative. So when you finally stood in front of the door, taking one last deep breath before sliding it to the side, you swiftly slipped inside before once again closing the entrance just as quickly.

“Sing for me, little bird.”

No greetings, no pleasantries. Both of you knew why you were here, and while it was far from the first time she asked you to perform for her, you still felt as nervous as the first time around.

After the first time, you expected her to tear into your singing like a hungry wolf into its prey, taking bite after bite from your confidence until there was none left… not like there was enough there to satiate her hunger in the first place. Instead however, you found her surprisingly nice about it. And while she couldn’t stop herself from one or two sarcastic remarks, you somehow left her office feeling better than you entered it.

And so, you quickly complied with her order, not even trying to weasel your way out of it, wanting it to be done as quickly as possible.

“You surprise me every time. If you continue singing so beautifully I’ll have no choice but to put you on a stage someday”, Yae complimented you, only to let out a chuckle shortly afterwards.

Within an instance your whole body grew tense, the prospect of having to sing in front of a crowd not exactly something you looked forward to, a fact none knew better than the kitsune.

“I doubt that it would be a profitable venture”, you tried your best to make her discard that idea without revealing just how much you dreaded it, only for Yae to take a step closer towards you, smug smile on her face as she stared at you.

“Aww, you’re too humble. With a bit of promotional work from my Publishing House the whole of Inazuma would want to listen to you… maybe even our beloved Shogun?”, she continued to look you in the eyes until you eventually averted them, your cheeks beginning to tint ever so slightly red, your show of weakness doing anything but discouraging her from continuing.

“I do owe you a lot for singing so beautifully for me afterall, so what better way to show my gratitude than to help you achieve the success you deserve?”, Yae spoke up once again, lifting your chin and forcing you to look her in the eyes, robbing you of the last of your defenses.

“Tea”

At first, you spoke so quickly that she had difficulties catching what you had just said, prompting her face to change into one of slight confusion, only for words to once again shoot out of your mouth.

“A cup of tea would be enough.”

WIthin an instance, Yae’s puzzled expression got replaced with a smile. Not the one most of Inazuma had gotten to fear, but a small one, one that would have remained invisible to you if she hadn’t been so close.

“I guess that would work too.”

Impressing Yae Miko was a difficult task with not much to gain. An upcoming writer finally penning a successful book in hopes of impressing the publisher could have their work overshadowed by dozens of writings of the same genre suddenly being released by her Publishing House, a genius orator trying to rival the Guuji could find themselves in her crosshairs for no other reason than to give her some short lived amusement and an entertainer thinking of gaining a favor or two from her would somehow find their way into being used as nothing but a magnet to attract more people to the shrine.

Those were just some of the examples of people trying to use their talent to impress Yae, and yet the one leaving their mark on her was a quiet clerk from her publishing house, too shy to sing for anyone but themselves. One talented and yet so easy to fluster. One she didn’t mind keeping around for now.

Thank you very much for reading, I hope you enjoyed the fic.

if you liked it, then please consider reblogging, liking is already very much appreciated, but nothing helps this fic to reach people more than reblogs

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violetsaffron5 · 1 year

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12 Days of Christmas (2022)

1 | A Partridge in a Pear Tree

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

Prompt: I got you for Secret Santa and now I have to think about what to get you.

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: jealousy, edging, orgasm delay/denial, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, semi-public sex

When you’re assigned the one person who has everything for office Secret Santa, what do you get them?

Seriously, they have everything. The money, the fancy cars, the upscale Tokyo apartment with a fabulous view, the promotions at work.

The looks.

It’s not fair for your boss to be an Adonis, yet here he is. White hair tousled just right, crystalline eyes that shine bright in any light surrounded by frosted eyelashes. When he smiles, his eyes crinkle slightly in the corner adding to his perfection.

When it comes to Satoru Gojo, there are two things you’re sure of.

The first is that he doesn't have a partner. Being one of Tokyo's most eligible bachelors, a playboy like him couldn't be bothered to settle down.

The second being the looks he gives you everyday in the office.

You can feel the heat from his gaze, watching the way your hips sway when you walk, how he stares across the conference room table as you chew on your pen, diligently taking notes. You notice the way he focuses on your lips as you talk, sitting across his desk squeezing your thighs together, squirming under his gaze.

Those two facts are what ultimately led to your decision of what to give him.

Your coworkers gathered around at the Christmas Eve Party, passing out their Secret Santa gifts, opening and thanking the gift giver. You knew Gojo had made the connection that you were the one assigned to him as he grinned mischievously from across the room.

“Were you able to get a gift in time?” Nanami asked, sitting next to you.

“Um, yeah, I did, but it’s embarrassing.” You laughed and waved your hand in front of your face, wondering if you’re about to make the biggest mistake of your life, “I’ll give it to Gojo later.”

And that’s how you got where you are now, laying on your boss's desk, legs spread wide, cunt on full display for him as he curls two fingers hitting your sweet spot.

“G-Gojo, please,” you’re begging for the release he’s denied you of several times already, before feeling a hard smack to your ass, causing you to yelp and arch your back from the sting.

“I’ve already told you. From now on, call me Satoru.”

“Sa-Satoru, Satoru, please, please,” you whine, tears forming in the corner of your eyes, thrusting your hips to meet his hand, searching for anything to press against your aching clit.

He has you splayed on his desk, top of your dress ripped down, breasts exposed to him and the hem lifted over your hips, scrunched up at your waist. Aside from his tie having been loosened, and a few of the top buttons undone, he’s totally clothed in his white button up and black slacks.

“Please what, baby?” He cocks his head to the side, a saccharine grin plastered on his face.

Your brain is mush at this point, but you don’t care. Rutting your hips up, he chuckles, letting his thumb slowly graze over your clit, just long enough to tease before moving it away.

“I’ll try to fill in the gaps,” he coos, “you think you need to cum?”

You whine and shake your head yes.

“Do you deserve to cum?” He asks seriously; you close your eyes, trying to comprehend his question as he asks again.

“Do you think you deserve the cum with the way you smile at Geto, Nanami, Ijichi? You think I don’t see the way you give them “fuck me” eyes from across the room? Think I don’t hear the way you laugh at their jokes in the break room?”

He increases his pace, rubbing his long fingers along the spot on the inside that has you seeing stars, legs trembling in wake of having been denied only seconds or minutes prior, you’re not sure.

“Please, Satoru, just fuck me,” you whine, so pathetic, so pretty, “please.”

“Fuck, okay, since you asked so nicely,” he breathes, withdrawing his hand from your core, you whimper at the loss of being filled as he works to undo his belt, the prongs clinking against the buckle in his haste.

You sit up on your elbows, watching his cock spring free as soon as his pants and briefs drop to the floor. You bite your lower lip at the sight, looking up to meet his cocky grin as he pumps himself a few times. Of course, he has a dick just as pretty as his face, huge and the tip perfectly pink.

He’s laying you back down on his desk, the blunt end of his cock slipping past your entrance as you exhale sharply. He goes slow, savoring every moment of entering you for the first time, gripping your hips tight to stop himself from bottoming out immediately.

“You’re soaking wet for me, baby,” he breathes, slowly moving his hips, letting you adjust to the feeling of being filled from him. So different from his attitude just moments before when he was edging you within an inch of your life.

He rocks his hips, gently, shallow a few times before sliding all the way out and slamming back in; moaning, throwing his head back as lewd squelching echoes in the room.

“Look at you,” he coos, “such a cockslut, letting her boss fuck her brains out,” you clench around him automatically at his words, he hisses, leaning over you, “ha - you like that?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you ramble as he increases his speed, watching as your tits bounce in time with his thrusts.

Grabbing each leg, he throws them over his shoulder, leaning down crashing his lips with yours, literally folding you in half. You cry out in pleasure at just how deep he’s able to go, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips.

Just like you’ve always imagined, his lips are soft, and full against yours; his kisses are needy, and hurried, like if he doesn’t do this now, he may never get the chance again.

“Don’t cum,” he groans into you as you clench around him, a heat in your core building and building.

His long arms reach across the desk, hands gripping the mahogany so hard on the other side his knuckles are white, snapping his hips into yours as he fucks you faster, harder, and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you whine and moan against him.

His lips are on your neck, kissing, nipping and sucking little marks, your toes are curling in your heels trying your best to will your body not to release until he tells you to.

Removing your legs from his shoulders, he easily lifts you from the desk, kissing feverishly as he walks you over to the full length windows in his office.

You gasp, as your back hits the cool window, your back and ass on full display for all of Tokyo - of course, they won't be able to actually see it, considering you’re on the top floor of a skyscraper.

“Should fire Ijichi, make you my assistant,” he sighs as your hands find purchase in his hair, tugging, pistoning his hips into yours, “we’ll do this all the time, right here. Been wanting to do this for so long.”

He’s fucking you within an inch of your life, and unable to hold back any further, you shatter into a broken scream, vision going white from the intensity.

“Shhh, baby, they’ll hear us.” His hips falter and stutter against yours, feeling just how hard you’re gripping around him, sloppily kissing into you as he lets out a low groan, finding his own release not long after you.

You’re still against the window, panting as he continues fucking you through his release, coming down from your high. Both of your fluids dripping obscenely onto the floor below.

As your eyes refocus, you see the large modern wall clock across the room. The time reads 12:01 A.M.

“Merry Christmas,” you mutter with half lidded eyes, slumping back against the window as his thrusts slow.

He places two fingers below your chin, drawing your attention back up to him, “Merry Christmas, beautiful,” he murmurs, placing two soft kisses to your lips, and one to your forehead.

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crazyunsexycool · 7 months

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Heart’s Munition

Chapter 5

Pairing: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: just fluff, Eli and Steve are a dangerous combo,

A/N: this is just a bit of a filler chapter. Just seeing them get to their regular lives.

Series masterlist

“I can take one Dom.” You said as you watched the older man serve up two trays. “Where are they going?”

“Balcony on the third floor.”

You follow him up the stairs and through the French doors that give way onto the balcony which provides a beautiful view of the neighborhood. There were lounge chairs and plants as well as a table which is where you found Steve and Elijah. Although the last time you had checked on him he was still asleep. Now he was up and concentrating on drawing. Steve also had a notebook in front of him. The pencil in his hand moved effortlessly and he stopped to check on Elijah’s progress, giving him a few pointers.

“Good morning little man.” Dom says as he steps toward the table and places his tray down.

“Good morning. Morning ma.”

“Good morning, baby.” You stepped around Dom and bent down to kiss his forehead.

“Ma, Not in front of Steve.”

“Oh now you’re too cool and grown for my kisses?”

You wrap an arm around his back and pull him backwards and then pepper his face with kisses. Eli can’t help but giggle as he tries to move away from you.

“That’ll teach you.”

“Ma.” Eli whines with a laugh.

“Trust me Eli there is nothing you can say to get your Ma to stop. Moms are relentless.” Steve pipes up with a smile on his face.

“Does your mom do it too?”

“Yup.” Steve nods. “Nothing I could do about it either.”

You smile at him before he gets up and pulls out a chair for you. You’re about to protest that you need to get back to work but there’s suddenly another tray in front of you with breakfast.

“Ma sit. We never have breakfast together.”

So you do because you’ve never been able to say no to Eli. Between small bites of his breakfast he shows you what he’s been drawing and what Steve has taught him. You give him an appreciative smile and he sends a wink in your direction. The morning is pleasant enough and you can’t help but wonder if your life would be something like this if Steve was Eli’s father instead.

~~~~~~~~~

“There you are Y/N.” Coulsen walks out of the hallway that leads to his office.

You turn your head to be met with not only him but a woman following him.

“I wanted to introduce you to the newest addition to the team. This is Regina. Regina this is Y/N, she is the head housekeeper and she’ll be showing you around the home and your responsibilities.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” She says as she stretches out a hand to shake yours.

You’re taken aback for a moment since you weren’t aware that another person had been hired and because she was beautiful. Regina was only slightly taller than you but it felt like she stood taller, maybe it was the confidence she exuded. Amber eyes popped with excitement as you finally shook her outstretched hand.

“Trust me the pleasure is all mine.”

“Before you get started I need to talk to you for a moment Y/N. Why don’t you show her to the kitchen and introduce her to Dom and come into my office?”

“Sure thing. Follow me, you’ll love Dom.” You say as you walk toward the kitchen.

****

“Hey.”

“Please come in.” Cousin says as he motions towards one of the chairs across from him.

“So what’s going on?”

“Nothing bad. I just wanted to let you know you’ve been promoted.”

“To head housekeeper?”

“Yes. It’s very well deserved and it comes with a pay raise.” He says as he placed a few documents in front of you as well as a pen.

“Why is this happening now and not when I asked for a raise a few weeks back?” You don’t hide the suspicion in your voice.

“If you think it has anything to do with Eli you’re wrong. I was the one to bring it up to Steve and he agreed. You know he needs people he can trust and he trusts you. It also comes with a room, well in this case two rooms. One for Eli of course and before you argue about that the room comes with the position already I can show you previous contracts. Steve did add the room for Eli because he knows you wouldn’t want to be away from Eli for so long.”

You nod but bite your bottom lip as you think about it. Then you grab the contract and look under the benefit section. Your jaw drops at the things that have been added.

“I’ll be right back.” You say and get up, leaving Coulson’s office with the contract in hand.

Steve’s office door is ajar which means he’s available. Still you knock and wait for him to call you in. When you slip inside you’re surprised to find Eli on one of the couches fast asleep.

“He was bored in his room and I was just reviewing paperwork. I hope it’s ok.”

“If it doesn’t bother you I’m ok with it. Do you have a minute?” You ask in a hushed tone.

“Of course.”

You sit down across from him and look over your shoulder at the sleeping form of your son. A small smile creeps over your lips before you look back at Steve. You place the new employment contract on his desk and wait for him to grab it.

“Is there an issue? Did I forget something? I can have it changed quickly.”

“No it’s not that you forgot anything. The benefits are just too much.”

“Well you’re going to have to accept them.”

“I can accept the rooms and the pay raise but that’s it.” You say while crossing your arms. Steve smirks at your stubborn attitude but this wouldn’t be the first time you have a disagreement.

“I’m sorry sweetheart but the contract is final unless you want to add some more benefits.”

“Steve,” you say and he can see that you’re trying to hold back your emotions so he moves to kneel in front of you. “That would end up being a lot of money. I wouldn’t be able to pay you back so I can’t accept it.”

“It’s not free money. You’re working for it and it’s not for you, it’s for him. I am already working to find the best pediatricians and specialists to help us figure out what’s going on with Eli. And although I hope it never happens if you decide to quit, those benefits would end.”

Steve had no intention of letting you quit or not paying the medical bills if you did. In the very short time he has known Elijah, he has found his way into Steve’s heart. He watches as you think it over and then look at your son again. With a resigned sigh you nod your head in agreement and he smiles. It’s the right thing to do and your situation reminds him so much of him and his ma.

“Sign before you change your mind again.” He says as he holds out a pen to you. You roll your eyes but smile and do as he asks.

He gets up and unconsciously leans down and kisses your forehead before taking his pen back.

“I-uh I should go. Do you want me to take him back upstairs?”

“No, leave him. He didn’t want to be alone and I’ll keep an eye on him. I’ll let you know if something happens.”

“Ok. Thank you Steve. Really I mean it. What you’re doing for us, for him, is so generous.”

“Don’t mention it. He’s a good kid and if I have the means to help then I will.”

“Still. He’s all I have and if anything happens to him.” You swallow down the lump in your throat at the thought of losing him.

“Hey, he’s a fighter just like his ma. He’s going to get through it, you both will.” Steve pulls you into a hug.

He’s not sure when you did it either but you’ve managed to make a place for yourself in his heart too. It’s no longer just the need to get you into his bed. The need to care for and protect you grows every day. You’re more than some woman with an attitude. Life hasn’t been all that easy but somehow you haven’t let it harden you. You’re kind to those that are kind to you but you’re not afraid to speak your mind either. Steve can see how much you love your son and what you’re willing to do to give him the best of everything. Now he wants to do the same for you. But it will be a bit of a process since you won’t just accept the help. It doesn’t matter you’re stubborn, so is he and he gets what he wants.

“I should go. Lots of work to do.”

“Alright, see you later. I’ll get the contract to Coulson and we’ll figure out the best time to move your things from your apartment to here.”

You nod and give Eli a quick kiss before leaving.

“Did she sign it?” Eli sits up the moment the door closes.

“Yup.”

“Awesome.”

“You were good at pretending to be asleep.” Steve says as Eli gets comfortable on the couch and then shrugs his shoulders.

“I’ve done it before.”

Steve chuckles as he moves to sit at his desk again. He had asked Eli how he could convince you to sign the contract and accept his help. The little rascal was the one that came up with the idea to be asleep on the couch. He even managed to bring Coulson in on it so that they had a heads up when you were on your way to talk to Steve.

“As you get older I’ll teach you everything I know and leave you my business.”

“Do you make lots of money?”

“I do, kid.”

“Ok, that way I can take care of ma when she’s older like she takes care of me now.”

“Absolutely.” Steve smiles as he watches Eli grab one of the books he brought with him. “She’s never going to need anything ever again.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“If you just want a snack you come to me. If you’re craving something you come to me.” You heard Dom say. That was the same speech he gave you when first started.

“Good to know because I love to snack.”

“Hey.”

“Hey, I think I’ve found my favorite room and my favorite person.” Regina says as she turns to look at you.

“Wait until you actually try his food. It will feel like you gain a few pounds the first week alone.”

“Just come back for lunch, I’ll treat you like royalty.”

“I’ll see you then.” Regina says with a chuckle as she follows you outside.

“Ok I’d like to start by showing you around and going over your responsibilities.”

“That sounds great. Lead the way.”

****

“This is Steve’s office. Now he is a pretty private person so his office is my responsibility. Please don’t take it personally.” You say as you walk toward the door and knock. There’s a faint ‘come in’ and you open the door.

“Hey ma.”

“Hi baby, how are you feeling?”

Eli just shrugs.

“It’s time for your medicine.” You say as you grab the bag on the coffee table and grab what he needs. “Eli, this is Regina. She started working today. Regina, this is my son Elijah.”

“Hi.”

“Nice to meet you kid.”

“Here you go bubs.” You hand him some pills and the water bottle. “Where’s Steve?”

Eli points toward the French doors that lead outside to the back yard. It happens to open before you can go check to see if Steve is available.

“Hey is everything ok?”

“Yeah. Steve, this is Regina the newest addition to the house staff. Regina, this is Steve, the boss.”

“Pleasure to meet you Regina.” Steve extends his hand and they shake.

“Pleasure is all mine.”

You’re surprised by Steve’s pleasant but neutral expression. There was no flirting or inappropriate comments on Steve’s part but you wonder if there was something that you didn’t notice.

“Well, we’ll get going but I’ll come back at lunch time and get you ok Eli.”

“Ok.”

The door opens and in comes Sam and Bucky.

“Hey doll. Little man, look at you up and about.” Bucky sticks his hand out for a high five and then Sam does the same.

“Guys, this is Regina. This is Bucky and Sam.”

“Best friends and business associates to Steve.” Sam says with a small smile but Bucky had a bit of a pout. Tension is starting to build slightly the longer you all just stand there.

“Y/N is also my best friend.”

“Woah ma you went from no friends to a best friend in like a week.” Elijah’s comment is enough to get everyone laughing, except for you of course.

“That's it, no dessert after dinner for a week.” You throw out an empty threat.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t eat dessert before dinner.”

You glare playfully at him and he laughs.

“You gotta watch out for those loopholes.” Steve says with a chuckle.

“Well he isn’t going to be any better if he hangs around you three. Come on Eli, why don’t I take you upstairs.”

“It’s ok, he’s fine there.” Steve waived his hand dismissively.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, go he’s fine.”

“Alright, call us if you need anything.”

****

“Your kid is cute.” Regina says as you continue to show her around the rest of the house.

“Thanks. Love him to pieces but it seems like he always needs to drag me.”

You both chuckle.

“Kids are like that. My little girl always has something to say about my work uniforms and if I can’t work somewhere more stylish.”

“How old is your little one?”

“She’s 9. How about Eli?”

“He’s 8.” You say as you stop by one of the supply closets.

“May I ask what’s going on with him? If it’s too personal I get it I don’t mean to be rude.”

“No it’s ok. The doctors don’t know what’s wrong but he’s been sick for a year. We are still trying to find a specialist or someone that will look more into doing some simple blood tests to figure it out.”

Regina puts a hand in your arm and gives you a sympathetic look. “I’m so sorry to hear that. If it were my little girl I don’t know what I’d do. I know I’m new here and this is literally the first day but if there’s anything I can do please let me know.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that.”

****

The rest of the day goes as it normally would. Well as normal as it can go in a mob boss’s home. Regina leaves for the day and you make it up to your room for a quick shower. Eli is in bed and sleeping soundly already, the medicine tends to knock him out. As soon as you step out of the bathroom freshly dressed in your pajamas there’s a knock on the door.

“Hey, is everything ok?” You ask once you see Steve. This is the second time you’ve ever seen him in sweats but he wears the hell out of them.

“Yeah, just wanted to see if you wanted to watch a movie.”

“Me?”

“Yeah you.” Steve chuckles.

“Well Eli is asleep and I don’t want him to wake up alone in case he needs something.”

“Thought you might say that.” He pulls out a walkie-talkie and then points at the one on the nightstand. “His idea, not mine. So what do you say? Just so that you can relax since you have more time to do that.”

“Fine, but no horror movies.”

“Scared of clowns or something?” Steve chuckles as you both walk down to the movie room.

“Or something. I won’t be able to sleep if I watch scary movies.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll protect you if the monsters come to get ya.”

You laugh as you make yourself comfortable. There are already snacks and your favorite drink waiting for you.

“What if I would have said no to watching a movie?” You ask as Steve sits and starts looking for something to watch.

“I would have sat here alone and sad.”

You roll your eyes and turn to the large screen. Once the movie starts and the lights are dim, Steve can’t help but to look over at you every once in a while. He’d never seen you so relaxed. It was a wonderful sight to see, he wanted to see more of it.

By the end of the movie you had dozed off. Specifically your head was resting against his shoulder. It had been years since Steve felt so giddy at the close contact but he was starting to realize that you were different. He’d made a mistake that almost cost him his life years ago, all because he followed his heart. But she had been the worst mistake of his life. You, however, were the opposite of her. Once you let someone in you were so gentle, so sweet and loving. Steve wanted to be on the receiving end of that. And he wanted to protect not only you but Elijah too. So as he carried you upstairs and then set you in bed next to your son he promised himself that he’d show you that he could be everything you needed and more.

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A Quiet Evening

Asmodeus & Lucifer

Summary:

How could anyone want to celebrate their birthday when you weren't there?

Word Count: 1,167

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Asmodeus cracked open the door leading to Lucifer's office and poked his head through the doorframe. Lucifer's head bowed down over his paperwork. His pen slowly scribbled along the never-ending sheets of paper. His entire figure was shrouded in the faint, orange glow of the fireplace.

"Excuse me, Lucifer?" Asmodeus called out, pouting when he barely even glanced up in his direction, "May I come in? It's time to repaint your nails." He held up a vial of red nail polish and waggled it in the air.

Lucifer sighed. A long one. "If you must," he said.

Asmodeus clicked his tongue, and quietly entered Lucifer's office, closing the door behind him. He shuffled over to the chair in front of Lucifer's desk. Without further prompting, Lucifer held his left hand out. His eyes were still glued to the files in front of him, but Asmodeus paid that no mind as he unscrewed the cap on the nail polish.

Asmodeus held Lucifer's hand and scrutinized his nails. In all honesty, they looked fine. At most, they were slightly chipped at the edges but nothing particularly noticeable. Still, Asmodeus got to work, going over his nails with a fresh coat.

"So," Asmodeus said, "Any plans for your birthday?"

"Not anything in particular." Lucifer signed a random contract and placed it in a pile situated at the corner of his desk.

Asmodeus stopped in his tracks, looking up at Lucifer with a pointed frown. "What? It's your birthday, Lucifer! You can't just not do anything."

"I haven't celebrated my birthday in a millennia. Today is nothing different." Asmodeus could tell that Lucifer was trying to sound neutral, but there was a certain coldness that seeped into his tone.

"But, these past few years–"

"They were here these past few years, and now, they're not." Lucifer slammed a stack of pages on his desk. It made Asmodeus jump. Lucifer's lips thinned, his voice softening. "There's nothing worth celebrating."

Asmodeus closed his eyes for a second to gather his wits. It's only been a few months since you disappeared, but your absence was like a hole that tore through his and his brothers' hearts. The House of Lamentation has been so empty and dreary without you.

Although he knew you were safe with Solomon, it still hurt knowing that it may be a long, long time before he got to feel your embrace in his, hear your voice, or see your face, again. He would give anything just for the chance to hug you and apologize for…for…for not doing enough. For not checking up on you the night you disappeared. For not making sure you were okay. Asmodeus knew that nobody could have known this would have happened to you, but it still hurt.

Asmodeus took in a deep breath before resuming his work on Lucifer's nails. "I know how it feels for them to not be here on your birthday, but you can't just hide away in your office all day. It's not healthy."

"What did you do on your birthday, Asmo?"

For once in probably his entire lifetime, Asmodeus was rendered speechless. "I–" It took him a moment to gather his thoughts. "Well, I spent some time in my room."

"You hid away in your room," Lucifer corrected, "You didn't come out until we forced you. You didn't throw yourself a giant party like you usually did, nor did you go to any." Lucifer picked up his cup of coffee and took a long sip.

"Yeah, but I've had thousands of celebrations. I was all partied out last time, but you–" Asmodeus stumbled over his words, again, when he saw the way Lucifer was shooting daggers at him. "You never really celebrated your birthday until they came along. You deserve time to let your hair down."

When Asmodeus finished doing Lucifer's nails on his left hand, he gestured for Lucifer's other one. He gave it to Asmodeus and moved to pick up his pen with his now free hand. Asmodeus tutted. "It's still wet," he scolded.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, letting out another sigh. He resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't going to get any more work done this evening. "How can I 'let my hair down' when I've been so worried about them?" Lucifer asked quietly. "No matter what I do, their face always pops into my mind, and I can't help but wonder…" He trailed off, not even daring to finish that thought.

"I understand how you feel," Asmodeus said, "I miss them, too. We all do, but do you really think that they'd want you spending your birthday like this?" He finished painting Lucifer's nails and screwed the cap back into place. "They were the one that made us start celebrating our birthdays together. We became closer as a family because of them, and I think they'd want us to continue that tradition."

Lucifer's fingers twitched. He probably wanted to massage his temples or pinch the bridge of his nose but was refraining to not mess up the polish. "I suppose you're right."

Asmodeus put his hand down next to Lucifer's. He chose to have his nails painted that same plain shade of red so often that Asmodeus had stopped asking him if he’d ever switch it up. However, Lucifer never refused to have his nails done whenever Asmodeus asked. None of his brothers did. (Except for Satan, at first, but he came around eventually.) It was…nice to have their bond as brothers broadcasted to the world like that. No matter what, they'd always be family, and that included you, too.

"You know, we've set up a small party for you in the kitchen like you did with me." Asmodeus continued to explain when Lucifer raised one eyebrow. "It's not like the ones I usually throw. There's a cake and a couple of presents, but only our brothers will be there. Nobody else." Asmodeus tapped the edge of his desk. "We would like it if you’d come."

For the first time since you'd been gone, Lucifer smiled. It was a tired one that was punctuated with prominent eye bags and a couple of new wrinkles, but it was a smile nonetheless. "Alright," Lucifer said with a chuckle, "I'll come."

Asmodeus shot up and clasped his hands together. "Yay! I'm so glad!" He started walking backward toward the door, almost tripping over his chair in the process. "Levi is still working on the decorations, so be ready in like…five minutes?" Asmodeus fluttered his fingers in the air. "I'll come get you when we're done. Toodles!"

With that, Asmodeus bounced out of Lucifer's office. He wasn't expecting his brother to agree, but he guessed it was your influence that melted his previously stone exterior. It might be a long time before Asmodeus and the rest of his brothers will get to see you again, but, until then, he and everyone else will just have to go through everything one step at a time.

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agathaandbrienneslesbian · 8 months

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Heart of Gold - Part 1

Miranda Hilmarson x Mounted!Police!Fem!Reader

As promised, here is part 1 of my Miranda Hilmarson x Reader Fic. I hope you guys like it <3

My requests are open as well so feel free to leave some prompts or ideas in my inbox.

Again, big tanks to my freinds for proofreading my stories <3

Disclaimer: English is not my first language!

Warnings: Talk of bullying, bullying, a little bit of angst, stupid men

Authors note: Because Miranda deserves to be protected and treated like the sweetheart she is. <3

Words: 3'000+

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“- and to create a stronger bond between all of our sections here at the Sydney Police Department, we’ve decided to add stables and renew our office space situation. From today on, we will have the mounted police at our station as well. Be nice to each other and make sure our colleagues feel welcome in their new work environment!” Adrian finished his speech and stepped off the podium.

You stood amongst your fellow colleagues and glanced around the newly built stable. It was gorgeous; Truly nothing you’ve ever seen before. The horses had enough space in their boxes; the ceiling was high and had windows for natural light. There was a huge pen outside where the horses could run around and play with each other on their day off. Every officer got new equipment for themselves and their animals, and the pellets were of highest quality.

As you watch the event unfold, your eyes land on a tall, blonde officer who stood alone, off to the side, next to your horse (a quarter horse with a beautiful blue roan coat and the temper of an angel… if she wanted to, that is), petting her soft nose and cooing sweet praises at your mare. With a chuckle, you walked up to them, reaching into your coat pocket and taking out some treats. Smiling, you held your hand out to the blonde officer, offering a treat to give to your mare.

The second she sensed you next to her, she turned around, and you felt like cupid shot an arrow through your heart. The officer was gorgeous. Icy blue eyes looking down at you with a slight curious sparkle, a shy smile on her very soft and plush-looking lips, a gentle rosy blush spread over her freckled cheeks, and her short blonde hair framed her face perfectly. She looked at you with a slight frown, moving to tuck her hair behind one of her ears nervously. This motion pulled you out of your thoughts, and you shot her a bright smile.

“You can give her a treat!” You said after a moment of admiring the very fit constable in front of you. She looked down at your hand, and her eyes started sparkling with joy. Reaching out to grab a treat, her soft fingers brushed the palm of your hand.

“Oh- thank you,” She replied quietly with a relaxed smile. She held her hand out with the treat, and your horse was more than happy to accept the treat from the beautiful stranger. She even went as far as to lick the officer's hand clean (she couldn’t be missing any crumbs, of course). The tall blonde laughed quietly at the ticklish sensation, moving her hand to pet your horse again, and you felt like you’d died, gone to heaven, and returned again. Her voice was like honey to your ears. With blinking eyes, you tried to remove the thoughts that started littering your mind about this beautiful woman in front of you and instead focus on your mare. “What's her name?” The blonde's voice was full of curiosity and joy. Such a wonderful sound, truly. You could get drunk from just hearing her talk.

“Her name’s Artemis. And she’s the sweetest mare you’ll ever encounter.” You answered with a wink and a scratch behind your horse’s ear. Artemis emitted a pleased grunt and, as if she understood, nodded her head up and down. You giggle at the antics of the dark mare and turn to face the taller woman. Extending your hand, you beam up at her. “My name’s y/n y/l/n, by the way.”

“Miranda Hilmarson.” The constable answered, shaking your hand with an equally bright smile.

“Beautiful name. It’s a pleasure to meet you” You replied, testing the waters and noting down a small victory for yourself as you saw Miranda blush. Artemis seemed to feel left out of the whole situation, so she rubbed her face against Miranda, which caused the taller woman to almost lose her balance. You couldn't help but to giggle at your horse's antics, reaching out to hold Miranda’s arms and making sure she regained her footing again. “You okay? Seems like Artemis likes you.” The constable looked down at you with a pink-flushed face and a nervous giggle. You let go of her, took a step back, and playfully squished your horse's nose.

“You think she likes me?” Miranda asked quietly and moved closer again, rubbing Artemis’ forehead as the mare nuzzled back into the blonde constable.

“I am pretty sure she does! She cares much for treats but never cuddles strangers like that. You seem to have a soft spot for animals.” The look Miranda gave you could melt the coldest hearts. The most heartfelt smile spread on her lips, her eyes glistening softly… It almost seemed like… tears? You frowned worriedly and felt around in your pockets for a pack of tissues, handing her one once you found them. She sniffled gently and wiped her eyes so her colleagues wouldn’t see. You truly wondered if the others disliked her, the way she turned away from them. Reassuringly, you placed a hand on her back and smiled warmly at her. “You can always come by and cuddle with her after work if you want. She loves apples! Just in case you want to give her a little treat.” You spoke softly, and smiled up at her.

“Thank you!” Miranda sniffled. “I’m sorry… I don’t know-”

“It’s okay! You don’t have to say anything.” You interrupted quickly, the blonde giving you a thankful smile. She straightened her back again and took a deep breath. You sensed her discomfort around her colleagues, and before she could say anything, you spoke up.

“Would you like to go have a drink somewhere? I don’t really feel like mingling with the rest of the group. I actually quite enjoy talking to you.”

The constable looked dazzled at you, and you feared you might have read her wrong. Yet you waited. Nervousness took over, and you started fiddling with the zipper on your coat. Miranda seemed to consider you for a moment. Hints of caution, question, and wonder flashed over her features, barely noticeable, then she nodded softly, giving you a careful smile.

“That would be nice, actually! I know a place a bit further down… It’s usually not busy, and I've yet to see one of my.. Well, our.. colleagues there,” She offers, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. For a second you feared, you might have gone too far.

With a smug smile, you stepped aside, allowing Miranda to take the lead, and the both of you snuck out of the venue, into the cool autumn night.

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At the bar, Miranda started to ease up, after realising you weren’t planning on taunting or bullying her, and started talking about her hobbies and herself in such a lively and animated manner that had you completely captivated. You could listen to her for hours, and so could Miranda. She was deeply invested in everything you told her, and she could have sworn that your laugh was the most wonderful thing on this planet.

After what felt like hours, you and Miranda decided to call it a night. No matter how refreshing and pleasant the evening was, the both of you had to work in the morning. You paid for the drinks, and before Miranda could protest, you simply smirked and said, “Next time you get to pay. Promise!” A blush crept over the constable’s face.

“Fine… At least let me drive you home? It’s too late to be walking anyway.” She smugly replied, and you accepted the offer gratefully. Once in the car, you gave Miranda your address, and she started driving towards the direction of your home. The drive was quiet. Not uncomfortable, but quiet. Neither of you knew what to say, so you both just opted for silence, basking in each other's existence. You looked over at her, your thoughts filling with scenarios that had you clenching your thighs slightly. This was so wrong… You shouldn’t be thinking these things about your new colleague… Not after just having met her… And besides, you didn’t know if she felt the same way, and what if-

“We’re here.” Miranda answered quietly and put the car into park gear. She turned her face to look at you and smiled gently. “I had a great time tonight. Thank you!” She smiled at you sheepishly, and you had to bite your lip; otherwise, you might have just leaned in and kissed her senselessly. Instead, you unbuckled your belt and opened the car door. Getting ready to leave, you turn to look at her.

“I really enjoyed tonight as well! I’m looking forward to next time.” You winked at her and leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek that made Miranda's face heat up instantly. You giggled at her flushed face and wide eyes and got out of the car. “Good night, constable Hilmarson.”

“G-Good night, y/n”

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The following two and a half months consisted of you going to work, doing your shift, picking Miranda up from her office, and going to the little Pub she had shown you the very first night the two of you met. The first few free weekends, you were unsure of asking her to hang out; you didn't want to push yourself onto her, but when she reached out first, your heart jumped with joy. You spent afternoons together, talking, playing games, and watching movies, quickly becoming close friends. You felt bad for wanting more, but you couldn’t help yourself. Miranda had a heart of gold and you fell for it, hard.

The more time you spend with her, the more you fall for the wonderful woman in front of you. The more you got to know her, the more she opened up and talked about herself. Sadly, you also experienced firsthand what Miranda had to deal with at her workplace. The nagging and the bullying. It made you sick to see how she just took all of that in and then, more than she’d like to admit, broke down once she was alone. It became a daily occurrence for you to walk into the bathroom and find Miranda washing her face after a sobbing session.

Today was especially stressful for the two of you at work, and you drank more than usual. A bit tipsy, you started complimenting her and practically fed off the way she squirmed under the attention she was getting.

“You’re beautiful… Do you know that Mir?” You giggle and watch her blush furiously.

“I-I’m really not…” She said, and you gasped in fake hurt. She looked up at you with a frown.

“How could you say that? You’re literally a goddess!” Miranda was about to protest again, but you stopped her. “ You're so tall and strong, you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. Your face is a work of art, and your voice is like a melody written by the gods… Your skin is so soft and pale, and your freckles are like, soooo adorable… Not to mention that you are literally built like an Amazonian warrior queen, and THAT is to die for…” You babble and watch her with a loving smile and a sigh. “You’re so wonderful, and it pains me to see that you don’t think that's the case. What can I do to make you believe me?” You reach out and hold her hand gently, rubbing your thumb over the back of her hand. Miranda just looked at you, her face unreadable but clearly vulnerable.

“I- I don’t know, I just… I guess being told how unpleasant and non-feminine I am.. Having to hear how I'm undesirable every single day… I just… I guess I’ve just forgotten how to be kind to myself.” She admits quietly, looking down into her glass and whirling the liquid around, creating a little tornado-like swirl. You reach out, cupping her cheek, and make her look up at you, a soft but sad smile grazing your lips.

“For every bad word that is said to you, I will bombard you with three positive ones. You don’t deserve that treatment. You’re a wonderful and strong woman, and they ought to respect you.” In a swift motion, you press a quick kiss to her cheek and smile, holding up the pinky of your hand. “I promise”

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The next day at work was anything but easy for you. You patrolled the beach and nearby restaurants and shops with your partner, and you couldn’t stop thinking about Miranda. Unsure of what happened after leaving the bar, you could only hope that you didn’t embarrass yourself with how openly you admired her. You haven’t seen her yet today, and you were dying to be close to her again.

Your mind was clouded by images of Miranda holding you close, your lips pressed to hers in a heated kiss. Hands roaming over each other's bodies with a fiery intensity, the need to be close and the need to pull back for air, fighting each other until one of them succeeds. Her hand, warm on your cheek, moving down to your shoulder, waist, hips, ass and thighs. Your hands making quick work of unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her pale and freckled skin for you to worship under your fingertips, your lips, your tongue-

“Are you even listening?”

You whip your head around to see your partner looking at you. Your face flushed, and you cleared your throat. “No-, sorry, I didn't hear.. Could you repeat that?” You ask, smiling at your partner apologetically, and he sighs.

“Geez y/n.. Sometimes I wonder what's going on in that head of yours… But fine… I was just asking where you went last night. I know those events are not your thing but I feel like you could really like our new colleagues.”

Oh… and how you liked your new colleague…

“Really? Nah… I didn’t feel like mingling with the crowd, so I just stepped out..” You reply, hoping he wouldn’t catch on your flushed face.

“With constable Hilmarson.” Your partner added, and you shot him a look.

“I heard she’s kind of an oddball… doesn’t really fit into the group and is often alone.” He starts laughing. “The others said the only reason she’s still working there is because she shagged the boss, and now he-”

“Shut up!” You hissed at him, and he looked at you, taken aback by your harshness, but you didn’t care. You were furious. Miranda has told you how the others tend to “nag” her (her words, but you knew immediately that she was being bullied) about her appearance, her height, the fact that she isn’t in a relationship and did, indeed, sleep with her boss for a while, though he has used her for his own pleasure, and you were not about to let ANYONE badmouth her. ESPECIALLY your assigned partner.

“You do NOT get to say those things about her… and neither do the others. Am I being clear?”

“Yes… Jesus. I wasn’t trying to be mean; I just wanted to tell you what I’ve heard…”

“You mean gossip and lies?” You bark at him. He just looked at you, defeated, and decided to just stay quiet for the rest of the patrol. You wouldn’t let anyone hurt Miranda ever again. This bullying was going to stop, and you were going to make sure of that. You had no intention of apologising to your partner for lashing out at him, and even after he apologised several times, you stood your ground.

As soon as you got back to the stables, you unsaddled Artemis, brushed her down, and gave her dinner and some fresh water. Once you put everything away, you dashed out of the stables, walking to the main building with fast steps and entering the office. As you entered, you heard laughter coming from the break room. Glancing inside, you saw Miranda sitting in a chair, laughing uncomfortably, whilst her male coworkers made nasty comments and jokes about her. Anger took over, and before you could stop yourself, you barged into the room.

“Cut it out for fuck’s sake. What are you? Little boys?” You hiss at them, walking directly to Miranda, who immediately stood up the second she saw you. She looked at you with wide eyes and an agape mouth. The men just looked at you with a smug smile.

“OOOOOH Miranda… who’s that? Someone special? Why are you angry, Horsegirl? We’re just joking.” They laugh and nudge each other in the sides.

“Oh boo-hoo. Horsegirl? Can’t think of a better insult? You’re just a pathetic excuse for men.” You growl, reaching for Miranda's hand and holding it tightly, looking up at her and squeezing her hand reassuringly. “You don’t have to endure this treatment. Let’s go!” Your voice was soft when speaking to Miranda, giving her a sweet and reassuring smile that seemed to calm her nerves, making her smile back at you. The boys whistled as the two of you were making your way out of the break room.

“Yo Hilmarson, have you got yourself an overprotective girlfriend?” One of the guys said, and the others laughed. Miranda immediately let go of your hand in embarrassment, and you’ve had enough. You turned around, marched up to the guy who let the comment slip, and gripped his hair, pulling him down to your height as he hissed and groaned in pain.

“So what if? Huh? None of you would know what to do with a goddess if she stood in front of you, clearly. Now let me tell you one little thing.” You tightened your grip, causing the manchild to drop to his knees in pain as the others watched, both confused and amused.

“You might feel like I'm all bark and no bite, but once I’ve tasted blood, I won't let go. So you’d do better to stay in your lane, or you’ll regret it.” Letting go of his hair, you let him drop down and straighten your back, shooting a poisonous glare at everyone before turning back and gripping Miranda's hand again, pulling her out and towards the stables.

Once in, the blonde pulls her hand away, making you stop in your tracks and turn to look at her with worry.

“Why… why did you just do that?” She asked, her voice trembling slightly, looking at you with caution in her stare. You look at her, your heart breaking at the image before you.

“I- I can’t stand seeing them treat you like this… you- you deserve so much better. You deserve respect. No one works as hard as you do, and they all know.. Yet they still decide to treat you in such an inhumane way… why are you letting them do this to you? Why don’t you fight back?” You moved to her, taking her hands in yours and holding them tightly.

“Why do you care? Why do you care so much?” This question completely took you aback… Had you reacted too much? Did you overstep a line? You were so blinded by anger and… and… “Please…” Miranda begged, “Why do you care so much about me?”

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I'm back on my MoB kick and all I can think about is

Tony and Stephen either married/partners/friendenmies

Tony gets hurt

Stephen wants to take care of him, but his job is a surgeon. After care is someone else's job. But Tony deserves the best.

Enter at home Nurse Peter Parker. [ Stephen pulled strings to get him]

Who may or may not know who Tony is or atleast his connection to the mob.

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Mafia boss Tony, surgeon Stephen, Tony and Stephen are married, nurse Peter, mentions of gun violence

Peter has never been headhunted for a job before. It made him feel important and special among the thousands of nurses who are more qualified and experienced than him. They didn’t get the job offer, he did. There must be someone who finally sees value in Peter’s skills, and the young nurse has to take the rare chance offered to him.

However, he may have jumped into this too soon, because now he is stood across the street from the address he was given and the house looks intimidating.

The house is practically a mansion, and an old one at that. But, the house seems resilient and well kept. The lush garden must look beautiful in daylight, but now in the October moonlight it looks haunted. There is a large black metal gate in front of the house and black shapes move back and forth with confident footfalls.

“What the fuck…” Peter whispers to himself. He checks the address again, and again. It is the right one and he is in the right place. The number of the house and street is correct. “Here goes nothing…”

Peter walks up to the gate, and he is about to say something awkward to one of the men guarding the gate, but he doesn’t get the chance.

“Mr Parker?”

“Uhm- yes. Yes, that’s me.” Peter squeaks.

The guard says nothing, but he makes a gesture with his hand and a built in door opens up from the gate. Peter steps inside and follows one of the guards up to the house.

The house is well-lit and warm when Peter steps inside. There are lush carpets and expensive furniture in the entrance hall, which hints to even more richness inside the rest of the house.

The guard wipes his shoes, but keeps them on, so Peter does the same. The guard says nothing still, but he turns back to look at Peter while he wipes his shoes and waits for him to catch up before walking on.

They head upstairs and make a turn around a corner before the guard gestures for Peter to wait. The man knocks on one of the doors and steps inside before closing the door. Only now does Peter notice how quick his heart is beating in his chest. His limbs feel jelly-like, and he takes this small moment of alone time to calm himself.

“You’re okay, you’re okay…” Peter mouths to himself.

The door opens again, but another man steps out and Peter snaps his head up. Finally, a familiar face.

“Doctor Strange!” Peter breathes out in relief. He hopes it is not too obvious, and that the doctor doesn’t notice how shaky Peter’s hand is in their handshake.

“Peter, thank you for coming. I know I didn’t tell you a lot about this assignment, but all will be revealed soon. You can ask any question you’d like.” The doctor says and leads Peter down to the next door and opens it.

It is an office and Stephen heads to the desk to look through some papers. The doctor returns quickly though with a paper for Peter and a pen.

“So, this is how you live…?” Peter asks before taking the paper. An NDA.

“Some of the time, yeah.” Stephen answers shortly. “I’d like you to sign this before I tell you anything about the assignment. You can quit whenever you like, but you-”

“Cannot talk about it, got it.” Peter chuckles and Stephen gives in a smile. The doctor gestures for Peter to use the desk to sign and the young nurse does so.

“Great! Now that’s settled.” Stephen says after checking the signature and leaving the paper on the desk. They head out into the hallway again. “I’ll show you your patient now.”

Stephen opens the door he came out from before and lets Peter step inside the room. It is a bedroom and a king-sized bed takes up most of the space. And on the bed, is a man, fast asleep. Peter cannot see him well from where he is standing, but he sees some dark hair and facial hair. The room looks quite ordinary, although much classier than Peter could ever afford with a nurse’s pay. However, the medical equipment and machines in the room stand out.

Peter recognises all of them, of course. All the tubes and wires connected to the sleep man on the bed. And based on them, he deduces that the man should be in hospital, not at home.

“Who is he?” Peter asks.

“Tony Stark. Your patient, and my husband.” Stephen answers.

Something about Stephen’s tone of voice makes Peter feel uneasy.

“What happened?”

“He was shot in the abdomen. Stupid.” Stephen says the last part through slightly gritted teeth.

“When? Who treated him? He needs to be in hospital still, surely.” Peter says in disbelief.

“I did.”

Peter takes a step from the doctor. The guards, the NDA, gunshot wounds, treated by family… The headhunting. It all starts to make sense.

“He can’t go to the hospital.” Peter says quietly. Or else, the police will find out…

“No.” Stephen says simply. “But, he won’t need to when he has you taking care of him. I cannot be here all the time, plus, I’m a surgeon. I’ve done what I can.” The doctor steps closer to Peter, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Now I need your help, and you will need the money. Trust me, I know. So, you will take the job, yes?”

Peter squeezes his eyes shut. He lets out a breath and then opens his eyes.

He nods.

“I’ll take the job.”

#my prompts #starkerstrange #starker #ironstrange #strangespider #spiderstrange #tony stark x stephen strange #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker x stephen strange #tony stark #peter parker #stephen strange #ask

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This Bird You Cannot Change

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: You and Rooster can never seem to stay together, but you always comeback together.

Warnings: 18+(minor dni) vaginal fingering, oral (female receiving), p in v, and cream pie (wrap it up)

A/N: Merry Christmas nerds! This was a long time coming and I hope you like it. @sophia-busch hope you love it bestie!!! As always, feedback is always welcome!

But please don’t take it so badly

Cause lord knows I’m to blame

The speaker next to the long forgotten beach chair croons out lyrics to your favorite song. Lying on a towel with a book in hand, you melt into the sand. The beating sun, the crashing waves, and good tunes. You’re having a wonderful afternoon. It’s been three days since you made your return back to town. Way too long to be away, but you were welcomed back with open arms. Your aunt, Penny, not only welcomed you with a kiss on the cheek, but a job too. Quick as a whip you were thrown back into the world of bartending. It was familiar. Like riding a bike, you never did forget.

Taking a deep breath, you smile. Sunscreen and sea salt, your favorite. It reminds you of better days. A younger you, a pretty boy, and empty promises. But you aren't ready to go down that road. It isn’t like it brought back unpleasant memories. You just like to enjoy them. Flipping over your wrist, you sigh, eyeing the time. You start a shift in an hour. It’s Friday and you know, you could feel it in your bones, that it was going to get rowdy. Your smile widens at the thought. Rowdy, you know how to handle rowdy. They didn’t call you that for nothing.

If there was one reason they call you rowdy, it’s because nobody broke up a bar fight quite like you do. No one sees you coming until your right hook cracks them in the chin, sending them back on their ass. Nothing hits a man’s ego more than when they look up to see a woman standing over them with a devil may care grin painted in red on your face. Is this how you thought your night would go? No. Not your first night back, at least. You sigh, shaking your hand out as you stare down the naval officer. His jaw was already blooming an angry ocean of blues and purples. Eyes blazing as another officer pulls him to his feet. You didn’t waver, didn’t move an inch as he neared you. What are you supposed to do? Be afraid? Yeah fucking right.

The officer made a move to get into your personal space, only to be knocked on the shoulder by a wide hand. A body moves in front of yours, his back caressing you front—not afraid of the intimacy of the touch. Breath hitching, heat rising up your neck and blossoming on your cheeks, warming the tips of your ears. You are a goddamn prophet. You had thought him into existence. Inhaling, fingers tightening into fists, you’re hit with his familiar aroma. Sunscreen, sea salt, bergamot.

“You know, you don’t look so tough when your stepping into a lady’s personal space,”

The other guy laughs, looking around them. Everything has quieted down. Even the jukebox has somehow been cut off. Penny stands over by the bell, arms crossed over her chest. The arial pilots you know move in closer. A wall being built around you even though you don't need it.

“You good Rowdy?” Rooster asks, looking over his shoulder.

Your smile grows, his hazel eyes catching your own. “Just peachy.”

Rooster turns back to the other officer. “I suggest you leave before you're made to leave.”

The guy scoffs, nodding at his friends before turning and walking out. You laugh as the whole bar boos him on his way out. Satisfied with yourself you turn and beeline for the bar. Penny still stands with her arms crossed, a knowing look on her face.

“First night back, Rowdy.”

You give her a sheepish smile. It isn’t like you could help it. You have a mean streak a mile long. Never directed at anybody that didn’t deserve it. “C’mon, Pen. Look, I didn’t even break the skin.” You flashes your knuckles. “Don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad. I do have a system, one that works. Would be nice if you followed it for once.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

You laugh at the exasperation on her face. Nothing pleased you more than giving your favorite aunt a hard time. Especially when you caught sight of a familiar man walking through the door. You give Penny a sly look, walking over to the bar top. Pete Mitchell still looks the same. An easy grin on his lips, eyes taking you in. He grabs one of your hands, squeezing it before reaching for your cheek and pinching, causing you to giggle.

“You sure have grown up, kiddo.”

“Time will do that. How long has it been, Mavs? I think I was still in high school when I saw you last.”

He nods at that, flashing you another smile when you sit a beer down in front of him. His favorite. You're good at your job. You remember everything.

“Yeah, I think it was around the time you graduated, actually.”

The memory strikes a nerve. The fact that he had been there. He’d been at your high school graduation—the same year that Rooster had graduated from the academy. You had been at Bradley’s graduation. You'd been the one to tap him. Barely eighteen and sending your best friend off on new adventures away from you. It irks you that you have a better relationship with the both of them than they do with each other.

Your gaze leaves the table top, looking around the bar. Gliding over officers and civilians alike. There is still a long night ahead. Your view of the bar is cut off by someone stepping in front of you. Shifting your focus, your eyes narrow and your lips twitch. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin stands in front of you, toothpick hanging from the corner of his crooked grin. You want to smack it off his face. The damn man. All he does is rile you up. You’re fairly sure he does it just to piss off Rooster. Moving over to the other side of the bar, he follows. You grunt, bending around to get a round for the pilots.

“Nice swing you got there, sweetheart.” He starts.

You roll your eyes. “You liked that did you? Want to take it for a test drive?”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Scared?”

“I don’t go head first into things, Rowdy.”

You smile, that devilish look back on your face. “You’re a pretty little liar, aren’t you, Jake?”

He laughs. “C’mon. I’ll help you carry the drinks.”

“How chivalrous of you,”

Following Hangman through the crowd, your skin prickles from eyes that linger on you. There are those that know who you are. There are those that have no idea. As you near the far tables next to the pool table, everyone begins to clap and cheer. You bow your head, setting the tray down.

Phoenix knocks a shoulder with yours. “Damn girl, you’re out here making me look bad.”

“Tasha. You go into the sky willingly, I knock a man’s ego down a peg or two. We’re built differently.”

She laughs, taking a glass and settling back in next to Bob. You quirk a brow up in question when you see him staring at you. Poor thing is too easy to read. He wants to ask, but is nervous to do so. Taking a glass you sit it in front of him, waiting. You want to jump with your small victory when he clears his throat.

“Where, uh, where’d you learn to hit like that?”

“My dad.”you smile, eyes flashing to Rooster quickly. “And a mean ex-boyfriend.”

“I had told you—“

“Yes, Bradley. I know what you told me. But you weren’t around so I took care of it myself.”

Rolling your eyes you turn to head back for the bar. You only stop when a familiar face walks through the door. Tracking her until she was almost to the bar top, you turn back to the group and make your way to Hangman’s side.

“Seresin,”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Your girl is here.”

Hangman nods. His focus on the cue ball. You didn’t know what had gone wrong with them, but you hated to see it. Continuing on your way, you flash the girl a knowing smile. The bar picks up from there. The bell rang multiple times throughout the night. Your giggle held back behind your hand as you watched Maverick get thrown out of the bar. Penny met your curious gaze. She shrugged her shoulders. 'Hey, rules are rules.’ Quickly the crowd turned, going from cheers to bouts of confusion when the jukebox was suddenly killed.

Your head jerks up when you hear the keys of the piano. There was nothing that could stop the smile on your face as you watched Rooster sit on the familiar bench. When he started to sing? You were done for it. That was it. You have always loved his voice. To see him so at ease having fun with his fellow pilots. His gaze met yours from over his aviators and you felt that familiar coil low in your belly. You swallow, knowing. You were not going home alone tonight.

***

But if I stay here with you, girl Things just couldn’t be the same

There’s no missing the tall figure leaning against the wall watching you. He’s been there for a while, eyes tracking you as you clean the empty bar. This is your payment to Penny for sidestepping her system. Honestly you’re just happy to be giving her a break. You hum the familiar song under your breath, goosebumps breaking out along your skin where his heavy gaze trails. Familiarizing himself with your skin he’s long since touched.

“So, you’re still here.”

It’s three words and they’re like a knife to your heart. There’s no missing the double meaning. You couldn’t blame him. You didn’t want to argue, so you did what you do best. You diverted the situation.

“Only a while.” Your voice filled with pep. “Penny left about ten minutes ago.”

Your gaze leaves the glass on the counter before quickly flirting over to him. He looks good. Better than ever. You can’t help but wonder how he sees you. Are you any different after all these years? You feel different. More freckles, more scars, new stories to tell. Things weren’t supposed to go this way. When you moved you didn’t intend to leave him behind. Not the way he had left you. You had only wanted to go and explore. He left to find adventures, why couldn’t you?

“Rowdy?”

You blink, and there he is. Elbows on the bar top, hazel eyes burning into you with soft concern. How long had you been zoned out? He tracks your movements, watches as you bite your lip, fiddle with the rag in your hands. He knows all your signs. You’re nervous. When have you ever been nervous around him? Biting back a scoff you turn. You can count on one hand how many times you’ve been nervous because of him. Back when you were young, inexperienced…head over heels in love. Ignoring the burning gaze, you know times are different now.

“When did you get home, Rowdy?” His voice is rich like aged whisky.

“Couples days ago.”

He laughs. “And you’re already getting into bar fights?”

Your lips twitch at the teasing tone. So carefree and you love it. “Pick on someone else. You sound just like Penny.”

Rooster shakes his head, eyes full of amusement. He leans in closer, eyes taking you in. You've got no excuse now. All the glasses are cleaned and put away. The alcohol stocked and ready for the next shift. You finally turn to face him head on. Your gaze clashes with his—defiance and amusement tangling. The tension building between them, a dance they know by heart. You lean forward, elbows on the counter next to his. Your tongue drags over your painted lips, and his eyes follow before dropping to your cleavage that’s basically spilling out of your top.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, baby.” He grabs your hand, fingers trailing over your skin, thumb resting over your pulse, feeling the erratic beat of your heart.

“Well,” you start, “I’m all done here, Bradshaw. It’s your move.”

“My move?”

“Mhm.”

“Baby, my move has been waiting on you to come home.”

Your breath catches. No fucking way. “Bradley, you haven’t even been stateside. Why would it matter if I was home or not?”

“Because you’re my only reason to be here, Rowdy. You know that.” He stops, head tilting as he takes you in. “How’d you know I haven’t been stateside?”

“I know a lot of things.”

He smiles and it glitters like sunshine along the ocean waves. Five minutes alone with him and you're falling in love all over again. He's like a disease. The tension continues to rise. The sweat sticking to your skin isn't because of the summer heat. Rooster still has you by the hand. His rough fingers ghosting over your palm. You watch as he follows the lines that lead to nowhere.

“Do you remember when we went to the fair?”

“The psychic.” You laugh.

It was the summer before your senior year. Time had become your worst enemy. Sooner rather than later Bradley would no longer be with you. You’d be on your own and you didn’t know how you’d survive. Walking hand in hand, he used himself to push the crowd apart so as not to lose you. You pulled your hand away, not wanting to walk hand in hand while your thoughts ate at you. Stopping, you looked around the closest booths, trying to find something to do. Trying to seem casual, you smile at the woman working, taking note of the tarot cards and the display crystal ball. Bradley was hesitant, a nonbeliever. But he sat with you through it all. Cutting the deck. The empress, the devil, and the lovers.

“Twin flames. Two halves of one soul destined to always find their way back to each other.”

And here you both were. Pulled back together again. Who knows for how long this time. You swallow, looking up at him. You know him. You know him body and soul.

“Bradley?”

“Yeah, Rowdy?”

You lean forward, pushing up on your toes as your nose rubs against his, breath lightly fanning against his cheek. “Take me home?”

***

The door shuts behind you, your back slams into the knob causing you to hiss. You feel Bradley huff against your neck as he holds back a laugh. Sliding a hand up his neck, your fingers tangle in his hair. There’s no hiding your smile when he groans.

“Baby,” the word is muffled against your skin. “You’re killin’ me.”

“Can always make it worse,”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” Your mouth at his neck before placing your lips at his ear. “I’m not wearing anything underneath all this.”

“What the fuck, Rowdy.”

You lean backwards, resting your head on the door. “I was. Then I saw the most gorgeous man I’ve ever known walk through the door and took them off.”

“Risky move,”

“I know.”

In a smooth, quick movement, Rooster goes to the floor. Heat licks up your spine. You see his small smirk, large hands trailing up and down your bare thighs. You’d done a lot of things before, but never this.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, baby.”

He runs his nose over your center, taking in a deep breath. His hands tighten on your thighs, as if he’s stopping himself from diving right in. You shudder, squeezing your thighs together only for him to pry them apart.

Your teeth dig into your bottom, breathing shallow, watching him as his hand lifts one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. You can’t stop the moan when he kisses your ankle. You can’t help but wonder if he knew he could mold you into anything he wanted. You’ve been his since for as long as you've known him. He could straight out ruin you and you’d thank him.

His hand trails up your leg, rough calluses catching on your skin. There is no buildup, his finger running through your folds, a hum as he collects it before sticking the digit in his mouth.

“You're fucking soaked, Rowdy. Fuck, bet you taste real sweet, huh?”

“Yes, lieutenant.” It comes out in a sigh.

“Fuck me.”

You clench around nothing. Rooster’s voice was raw, deeper than you’d ever heard it. He gave nothing else before diving in. You moan, your head falling back against the door again. Only to lift it when he smacks your thigh.

“Rowdy,”

You huff, but nod, biting back your whimper. His tongue is flat as it makes its way through your folds. It’s like he’s done this before. Or at least thought about it. That thought does something to you. Thinking about Rooster having thoughts about face fucking you. You have to tell him, god, you have to tell him.

“Bradley,” you murmur, hips lifting to roll against his face.

“Baby.” He says voice thick with arousal. You squirm at the feel of his breath against you. His thumb rolls your clit in circles as his tongue parts your folds. He slips a digit in before replacing it with his tongue.

You grind yourself on his face, barely catching the feel of his mustache and it is exquisite. You whisper his name again, wanting him to look at you, to see you. Want him to know that you’ve only been a mess like this because of him. He holds you open and licks up the seam of your sex, you jerk, knee barely grazing his cheek.

“Hey, I got you.”

He strokes and teases your pussy. Switching off between his thick fingers and his tongue. He has you quivering. The sounds of you clenching around his fingers, his tongue are obscene and he fucking loves it.

You feel like you’re drowning. Every crashing wave grows higher and higher building a tsunami that can’t be stopped. You move with every flick of his tongue. Heel digging into his shoulder when he sucks your clit into his warm mouth. It almost sends you over.

“You taste so good, baby. So fucking perfect for me.”

You can’t help but laugh. “That’s because I’m made for you.”

Rooster groans at your words. Fingers digging into your exposed thigh. You’re right on the edge. Just a little bit more. A simple push and—you cry out when his thumb brushes against your clit in a perfect circle. The perfect pressure and you're flying.

“Oh my god,”

Rooster groans against you, feeling your release. You clench tightly on his tongue as he fucks it into you, taking everything you’ve got to give. He keeps up his pace, helping you ride it out. As your hips slow down he replaces his tongue with his fingers, his mouth going back to your sensitive nub.

“Brad—Bradley, no. Please.”

“Come on, be a good girl. One more, just one more.”

It shoots straight to your core. You’re desperate, small whimpers falling from your lips. Good girl. Of course you’d be his good girl. Whatever kept him here with you is what you’d be.

You're dripping down your thighs. You know it’s all over his face, drenching his mustache. He catches your eye when he pulls away, a grin tilting his lips. He’s shining with your release. Leaning forward he catches you by surprise and kisses you. You hum into it, opening up to let him explore your mouth. Licking into him, you taste yourself. Odd, different, but not unpleasant. You're distracted when his fingers pump into you, curling into that spongy part of you that you can’t even reach. It hits fast and hard.

Rooster’s chuckling to himself when he stands to his feet.

Your eyes narrow as your breath evens out. “Got something to say, Bradshaw?”

He grabs your hand and presses it against his groin. Even through the fabric of his jeans you can tell that he’s hard as steel and burning hot. “I think I’ve done enough with my mouth, hmm?”

“You going take me to bed, or fuck me against my front door?”

His eyes darken at your words. “Baby I don’t know if I want to fuck you so hard your neighbors know my name, or fuck you to where you’re stupid for my cock and my cock only.”

You don’t say much as you drag him to your bedroom. Clothes are tossed on the floor. Rooster curses under his breath when you pull your top off, his hands pulling you to him so he can suck a nipple into his mouth. You sigh with the building pleasure, hands combing through his dark locks.

“This won’t be gentle, I don’t know if I can be easy with you right now.”

“Are you warning me?”

Rooster levels you with a look. “It’s been a while, Rowdy.”

You trail your gaze over him from his head to his toes, lingering where his hand was working his length. “I think I’ll be okay. I know how to handle you. Always have.”

You run a thumb over the tip, smearing the precum. Your nails nip at his sensitive skin and he shivers. You fall back against the bed watching as he climbs over you. His dick nudges the soaked folds of your cunt.

“Come on baby,” you say softly, arching your back to lift your hips. “Ruin me, I want it.”

And you know he wants to. It’s been so long. Too long.

“You’re good to me,” his voice is thick with want.

Slowly he sinks into you. He’s too big. Fuck, he’s so big. The head of his cock snags at your entrance, causing him to start over. You breathe in nice and slow, relaxing yourself with every slow thrust he makes until he’s at the hilt.

“Holy fuck,” You hiss as he sits snug. You need a moment.

With a deep breath you nod, giving him permission and he’s taking it, demanding more–needing more the second he feels the tight velvet of your sex.

“Bradley,” you moan, mail digging into his shoulders.

He nods. He knows you need this as much as he does. You're clinging to him, hands tugging at his hair, cunt clenching around him like he’d slip free at any moment. His thrusts are deep, building a slow burn inside of you. Your toes curl because it’s just the beginning. You arch your back, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts. You hit a good rhythm, letting yourself breathe, relax, and suck him in deeper. You’re almost where he wants you. Rooster looks at you and your heart flips in your chest. It’s like he’s truly looking at you for the first time. He’s looking at you like he’s in love. You clench around him and he groans. He thrusts a little harder than before, causing your head to fall back.

“Eyes on me,” You whimper and open your eyes. “Eyes on me, baby.”

You watch each other, a breath apart as you circle your hips. You’re waiting for him to break. Any second now. He muffles out curses, a hand trailing up and wrapping around your neck. The action has your eyes rolling back before you snap them open. Your walls flutter around him, and his grip tightens. A knowing looking glinting in his eye. You flex your cunt, lower muscles bearing down as you grip him. He groans, the sound erupting in the silent room.

There’s pleasure coiling behind your pussy. “Bradley, fuck,”

“What is it?”

“Fuck me,” You whine, pulling on his hair. “Baby, please. I need it.”

His gaze drops from your face to where he’s burying himself in your tight cunt. He nods before lifting his eyes. “Alright, Rowdy.”

You flash him a grin and he jolts, his cock twitching deep. You cling to him, desperate and a little dizzy. You can’t remember the last time it was ever like this. Swallowing. You know that’s a lie. It’s always been him. He’s so big and you’re so fucking full. He fills you to the brim, cock dragging against your walls.

He's finally picked up his rhythm. Hammering into you, each deep stroke better than the last. Your orgasm takes you by surprise. You lurch against him when you moan. You melt, boneless, like jelly. You’re loose and wet and fucking perfect. His nose presses into your cheek as he grinds into you.

“Fuck, Rowdy. Missed the feeling of you on my cock.”

You snort, pulling yourself closer to him. Guttural grunts and low growls meet your ear. Heavy breaths that bounce around the empty room. It’s a brutal taking, and you are not wet enough. Tears pool in your eyes, threatening to fall with every harsh thrust. You take what you're given, no complaints. Rooster readjusts, moving you to where you are firmly planted on his thighs, giving him a better angle. You’re bouncing with each thrust from his cock now. He’s deep, so deep you can see the bulge of him in your tummy. You pull his hair, grinning when he hisses.

“You got one more for me?”

He knows you can’t talk. He knows you’re fucked out, gone stupid on his cock. Just like he said he would. He loves when you get like this. He loves it even more because you asked for it. You move, opening up your legs a little wider. He groans feeling himself sink deeper into you. You’re puffy and raw and you’re living for it. Nodding, his name falls from your lips.

It builds and builds and builds until it has nowhere to go. It roars forward, jolting you, a scream ripped from your throat and your nails digging into him so hard you can feel when he starts to bleed. Rooster is there. He holds you into place, mustache grazing your cheek. He fucks you through it all, jamming himself into your searing overstimulated sex, he meets his end. His grip tightens, a low gravel filled groan comes from deep in his chest, filling you up. You feel the drag of his dog tags when he lifts his head to trail kisses across your sweaty skin.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, breaking the silence.

You pull him on top of you, hugging him tightly to you. You bask in the feel of him. You hadn’t realized how much you’d been missing him until you were drunk off of him. You’re aching and sore but you refuse to move away from him. His eyes are still dark and heavy-lidded as he regards you.

“Keep me in there,” he tells you and you just smile.

“Always.” You hum, scratching his head with your nails. “Missed you.”

“I missed you, Rowdy. Always miss you.”

You swallow suddenly feeling shy. Rooster pulls himself up, pushing loose strands of hair out of your face. He looks at you, really looks at you. Eyes roaming all over your face.

“I want you to stay.”

Your heart clenches. “Only if you do.”

His lips briefly lift. “I’ll always come home to you, Rowdy. It has to be enough.”

“I’d never keep you from the sky. I’d never ask you to change.”

Rooster kisses you all over. “That’s my girl.”

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