#yeah the warnings are a bit over the top but better safe than sorry

[mushies-stories]

Drinking- how TF141 handles a clingy drunk reader for the first time

PART ONE- Price and Soap

PART TWO- Ghost and Gaz

F!Reader

Warnings: drunk reader, little tiny bit suggestive... think that's it?

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kyle had gotten off work a bit early, the mission going faster than expected but just as tiring. The only thing on his mind was seeing you, he needed to feel your soft body against his.

He called you from his car, figuring it was early enough and you'd still be awake. He was correct, but when you answered the phone you didn't sound like your usual self. Your words are slow and a little slurred. “Baby, ya okay?” he asks.

You hum a response. “M’okay, just been drinking a little.” you tell him. 

“Sounds like it, you alone at home love?” he asks, a little nervous. It wasn't like you to get drunk by yourself, or really that often at all actually.

“Yeah… but could you come over, please.” your voice was a little shaky and it twisted something in Kyle's gut. 

“Of course lovie. Be there in just a bit, eh?” he tells you. His drive was faster than normal, you sounded off and it worried him. His only thought was to get to you and the elevator ride up to your flat seemed endless. 

When you entered he saw you sitting on the couch, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, glass of red wine and an almost empty bottle next to it. 

Your head turned when you heard his steps and the sound of his shoes being kicked off. “Kyle.” you say quietly. Standing you shed the blanket and take a few shaky steps towards him. 

He rushed to meet you, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you against himself. Your own arms wrap around his middle, gripping the back of his shirt. “What's wrong love, why ya crying?” he asks, voice tender and soft. His warm eyes looking over your tear stained cheeks before wiping a tear away. 

You give him a small shrug. “I'm just so tired, and work was stressful. I just wanted to relax a little and I knew you are normally at the base late...” you admit. 

Kyle hums softly before kissing the top of your head. “Well, drinking is no way to feel better, right lovie?” he asks, making sure you look at him by guiding your face to look at his. “Next time, just let me know, be over as soon as i can.” he tells you. 

You give him a small smile. “I will, I'm sorry I know I was overreacting.”

“None of that love, let's just get ya to bed.” he says with a sweet smile. You lean into his touch and nod. 

He figured after such a stressful day you should take a hot bath. Topped with some essential oils he found it was ready. You both relax in the warm water. Kyle behind you so you can rest your head on his chest. 

“Thank you kyle.” you mumble. Eyes closed and soldering his arms around you, you sigh constantly. “I love you.” you add, a little slower and sleepier. 

Kyle smiles down at you. Perfectly content in his arms, just as he wanted. Here to keep you safe and happy. “Anything for your lovie, I love ya too.” he says. Just above a whisper, the last coherent words you heard before drifting off. 

When you had dozed off Kyle gathered your body in his arms and brought you to bed then wrapped you in a fluffy towel. The whole time you barely even stirred in your sleep. He crawled in next to you and wrapped you in his arms once again, this time pulling your head to his chest, arm holding you back so your firm against him. 

He kisses your nose. “Goodnight love.” he says. That night you both slept soundly. Kyle happily content with your bare body against his own.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Simon had called after getting back from a long mission, wanting to see you instead of going home alone. All he needed at the moment was your arms wrapped around him. 

To his delight you had picked up, even in the late hour. To his disappointment however, it sounded like you were out with friends.

That didn't seem to mean much to you. Judging by your excited time when you answered. “Si? You home already?” you ask, smile evident in your tone. 

He smiles to himself. “Yeah, sound busy though doll, see ya tomorrow?” he offers. 

You make a sound of displeasure. “But I gotta see you tonight Si, please? I'll get an uber right now!” Simon just chuckles and tells you to stay put, he will come and get you. 

Not even twenty minutes later and you're in his passenger seat with his hand on your bare thigh and a drunkenly sweet smile plastered across your face. You loved admiring Simon, even with most of his face concealed. Everything about him made you drawn to him. 

“See something ya like love?” Simon chuckles and glances over to you. His hand on your thigh squeezes the soft skin.

You nod and giggle. “Always see something I like around you, Si.” 

He snorts before paying attention to the road, eyes focus on getting home. You babbled about your night with your friends and he nodded along, humming in response when he needed to agree with you, all the while his hand rests on your warm plush thigh and a small smile plays at his lips. 

You were adorable. The way you stared at him the whole time like he was the moon, the way your hands laid atop his and gripped it when you talked. 

He loved the attention. From you, and only you that is. Loved that you just wanted to see him, needed too. 

When you got back to his place, he carried you in. insisting that the stairs were too much for you and it would be faster. “S’alright love, just let me bring you up. Be much faster.” he explained.

The whole way you kissed at his neck, making sure to lift his mask enough so you could pepper them to his jawline. “Lovie, none of tha. S’to late and you.” he glanced down at you and your blushing cheeks, warm from the alcohol. “Are much too hammered.” he chuckles, stepping into his flat before closing and locking the door. 

“But Si… I missed you so much, you were gone for a whole week.” you pout softly up at him after he set you down on his bed.

One of his hands comes out to cradle the side of your head, making you look up at him and hold his gaze. “Don't worry lovie, when your pretty little head is pounding tomorrow, I'll make sure to do everything I can to help you forget about it.” he promises. 

I shiver rolls down your back and you smile dumbly up at him, the thought of what to come already turning the little gears in your head. Simon however forces you to push the thoughts aside and get ready for bed instead.

With you in only his shirt, his mask set aside and his protective arm wrapped securely around your middle, you start to drift off. “Love you Simon, can't wait for tomorrow.” 

Simon kisses the side of your head. “Love you too doll, can't wait.”

#ghost x reader #gaz x reader #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #john price #price x reader #john price x reader #john mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #tf 141 x reader #tf 141 #task force 141 #cod #cod x reader #cod imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #tf141 imagine

[sh1-n0bu]

This anon know what is good, i guess i never make a ask so i'm doing now. Can u do that concept with any character (and mc of course) , may a hybrid? Idk, sorry if is confuse, a lil nsfw maybe?

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✿ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 ✿

characters: cat!6reeze x nb!reader

warnings: fluff!!!! fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff! also modern au!

notes: wanted to take a break from writing smut and take inspiration from my own fluffy bby for this one. also @junerixi , simping for only one☝️anemo boy is an illness. i hope you recover soon😚 honkai:star rail ver can be read here!

art by Mechodes on twt

oh gods

a menace

a complete menace i say

you know that thing cats do? when they just keep a direct eye contact with you as their little fluffy paw slowly pushes your potted plant or a cup full of drink to the edge of the table while you watch hopelessly bc your hands are dirty or busy doing smt?

yeah, it’s the 5th time the flower shop owner is seeing you this week and your wallet is crying

it’s almost as if you two were sworn enemies in your past life and scaranya is out for blood

doesn’t have that much of a zoomie episodes but when he does oh boy

you better retreat into a safe place but even then you’re not safe from scaranya’s terrifying zoomie powers

he’s literally running and jumping around everywhere

the table, on top of the fridge, the curtains, on top of the washing machine, your little bookshelf - everywhere

scaranya is such a little shit (affectionately)

his preferred way of waking you up is faking puking noises and when you throw your covers off and literally zoom into the living room, he gives you a look as if saying “finally awake, you silly human slave”

sometimes he even jumps on top of your chest harshly but that’s only used if you’re oversleeping with your alarm clock snoozed for the past 20 minutes and you’re running late to work

despises baths with a burning passion

if you’re taking him anywhere a large body of water is, he’s trashing around, kicking, hissing, biting, scratching - the whole pack

after a successful bathing time, with added new scratch marks on yourself, he would not approach you until you fall asleep

after you have fell asleep, he would quietly approach your sleeping figure and give small, shy licks to the angry red scratches he caused as if apologizing for being so aggressive

hates rainy days too, especially the ones with thunder and lightning

jumps up 5 ft into the air if a thunder strikes and runs into your lap, shaking small body curling into himself with all of his cockiness and pride out the window

scaranya appreciates you greatly but he’s just a bit too bad at communicating and so he shows his affection by lapping up the scratches he gave you

“scaranya, aren’t you gonna go out to the back garden and play with the rest? it’s nice outside today”

hmph! what do you mean by play with the rest of the cats? he’s a royal! he’s superior! scaranya has never heard of such bullshit befor- oh! a bird! must. catch!

scaranya and miao gets into fights sometimes and whenever you separate them, scaranya goes to sulk in the corner of the house silently

until you go over to him with a sigh and pick him up gently, he doesn’t even resist - just choosing to simply curl his tail around your wrist

a solid 9/10 kitty if he would just stop being a tsundere

art by Mechodes on twt

miao acts more like a guard dog than a cat sometimes

the smallest out of all the kitties yet also the strongest one. honestly the sheer amount of times miao has taken down a wild dog 10 times his size just keeps giving you more and more heart attack

doesn’t get zoomies, if anything he stops the other kitties’ zoomies if they go a bit too far - which most of the times escalate into scaranya and miao fighting

cleanse the land house through slaughter bug hunting

a sweet baby

miao’s preferred way of waking you up is to silently sit on your side of the bed and stare until you get that feeling of being watched and wake up to 2 piercing yellow eyes just staring holes into your soul

yes, you have yelled and fell off of your bed many times due to that

you found little miao at a dark alleyway, covered in blood and barely on the brink of death with his tiny paws twitching constantly

grew up malnourished on the streets with his 4 siblings dying out one by one, so due to that miao’s body is very small and he’s extremely territorial with you - his one and only sweet human

always leaves his scent on you by rubbing his head around your ankles

miao is indifferent when it comes to taking a bath, unlike scaranya, and he can be very obedient as well

when rubbing soap into his legs and washing his paws he would stretch out his limbs to make it easier for you to wash him - anything to lessen the load of his favorite human

he also seems to like your co-worker, zhongli a lot

one time you came home with zhongli due to a deadline of a great project coming closer and upon seeing him, miao immediately jumped into his lap, purring lowly, rubbing his head on zhongli’s hand

yes your heart broke at the betrayal and yes miao apologized with a dead rat in his mouth

but if it’s any other guests you’re bringing home, then miao would either get on top of the fridge and simply watch or hiss at the guest

oddly likes being in high places

one time, you made him a small necklace-collar thingy out of a few pearls and he wears that with pride, chest puffed out (a replica of his necklace)

loves sleeping on the lower parts of your bed at night. it’s soft, fluffy and he can keep an eye on you and keep you safe so it’s a win-win in miao’s book

“miao-miao, do you wanna come with me to the back garden to pick up the tomatoes?”

before you can even finish your question he’s already at the back door, staring at you expectantly with his tail thumping slowly against the floorboards

thanks to miao and kazunya your house will never get any bugs, roaches or mouses inside

if feeling incredibly vulnerable and soft, miao paws at your arm to ask for pets bc he just needs the comfort of his favorite human

literally a 9/10 kitty if he would just change his way of waking you up

art by ayon🌿 on twt

heinya is another little shit (affectionately)

he likes to cause trouble and drama here and there

also really enjoys spilling tea to you

it doesn’t matter if you’re waking up and is still groggy or just coming in through the front door, back from work - heinya is spilling all the drama of the shows he watched on the tv while you were away or the different birds he saw through the window - meowing away at you excitedly

another helpful hand

if you’re coming back from grocery shopping then heinya can take some of the smallest and lightest bagged things and dragging them to the kitchen alongside miao, kazunya and nyaether

heinya’s preferred way of waking you up is to make biscuits - you know that cute thing cats do with their paws squishing at their favorite spot over and over - on your stomach or lower back or! he just meows besides your ear over and over until you eventually wake up

the perfect alarm - heinya

he’s such a sweet baby

and heinya really likes watching real life crime documentaries for some reason

at first when you found this out, you couldn’t help but think heinya is going to murder you in your sleep but soon you realized he just loves crime related things

and bc he like crime related things, you bought heinya a cute spy glass shaped squeaky toy

when getting the zoomies, heinya decides to bite and kick at the spy glass shaped squeaky toy - making the toy let out squeaks at every little kick

heinya enjoys spending time outdoors, sniffing at the different scents wafting in the air, tracking down all different sorts of footsteps and paw marks with great interest - you sometimes wonder if heinya was a detective in his past life

loves to bring you all sorts of interesting things he found - an old ripped part of a newspaper article, a weirdly shaped leaf, a flower he has never seen before, a half bitten chicken still warm - wait where’d he get this?

loves to sleep using your hand as a pillow my cat does that to me so rip bc you have been captured by the amazing detective heinya and you won’t be moving for hours on end, let’s hope you had a nice snack and a toilet break beforehand

chose to wear the smooth, black satin you tied around his neck as a collar - either bc he loves to wear soft things or he just loves it bc you gave it to him

heinya is an incredibly affectionate kitty, always meowing for you for pets, cuddles and perhaps his favorite soft wet food? he’s been really good!

doesn’t really mind taking baths as well, if anything he uses this opportunity to shake bubbles everywhere!

for some reason, also loves to groom your hand. maybe it’s just something your kitties all share?

overall another solid 9/10 kitty, if you don’t mind being splashed with water and bubbles while bathing him

art by @bbadtime on tumblr

kazunya, me beloved

literally an angel, how could you ever be mad at him even as he took a whole bite out of your potted plants’ leaf?

another kitty that loves staying in high places like miao and stay outdoors like heinya

joins miao on his duty to cleanse the land house through slaughter bug hunting from time to time

a lazy, sweetheart of a cat that loves to sleep on warm places and the sunlight - you literally had to buy a window sling just for him to nap under the sunlight

another helpful hand!

will drag the lightest and smallest bagged things to the kitchen whenever you come back from grocery shopping - more so if it’s cat food

isn’t a picky eater but sometimes, just sometimes, prefers food with fish in it’s ingredients

kazunya is mostly tasked to wake you up by the other kitties bc he’s the sweetest

wakes you up by purring and snuggling with your face, neck, hands - anything just you in general

soon enough, the small fluff purring and cuddling you wakes you up and as a reward for waking up, kazunya gives you a small kiss - a lick to the tip of your nose - making you laugh

doesn’t meow a lot, only when he has to or if it’s an emergency such as the litter boxes not being cleaned, the food trays being empty etc

always gives you a kazunya kiss as a thank you

a gentle baby, even to the guests

whenever a guest comes over to your house, they always gush about the cute white cat with a small red streak in his fur

kazunya doesn’t get zoomies. even if he does it’s rare like only once a week

always grooms himself to keep himself clean, not to mention his white fur sparkling as well

surprisingly enjoys bath times, would even suggest you to bathe him by tugging on your sleeve then pointing to the bathroom with his fluffy paw!

however there’s just one thing that kazunya does that makes you shiver

it’s that he always, always! brings you dead animals or bugs. birds, rats, mouses, cockroaches, crickets - anything that he managed to hunt - he brings over to you with his tail swishing happily behind him

it’s considered a gift in cat language, you know that! but it’s just a bit dirty especially if he brings over different bugs. the rats, mouses and birds you can handle but the bugs brrr

one time, kazunya proudly brought you a dead wolf spider as you held back a tear and a screech, deciding to take his gift with a forced smile

you never recovered from that

a 10/10 kitty if he would just stop bringing you dead spide - kazunya is that a mf dead tarantula in your mouth?

art by os_Amaniwa on twt

another best kitty!

a sweet kitty that never complains!

helpful, never complains, never picky with his food - a literal angel

however sometimes nyaeather disappears randomly, coming back after a day or so

he always seems to be searching for something - his twin - you soon found out, by registering him and getting his pet password

and so you decided to help him reunite with his twin by putting up posters, articles, news on the internet, tv, radio - anything to make nyaether happy

after a whole half year of dedication and endless search, nyaether’s twin was finally found!

turns out the person who adopted nyaether’s twin was your co-worker, dainsleif, the quiet and mysterious tall man

after talking to him about the situation of the twin kitties, you both have come to an agreement to let the kitties have a play date once a week

when the day of the first play date has arrived an someone knocked on your door, your kitties gave you a confused look

upon taking nyaether in your arms, you walked over to the front door before unlocking it and letting dainsleif inside. as the blond man placed down the catbag and opened it, from inside stepped out a cute, similarly blonde furred kitty with a baby blue colored collar

upon seeing the kitty, nyaether jumped out of your arms and tackled his twin. cuddling her and licking at her face with a teary eyes - you and your co-worker dainsleif couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable situation

since then nyaether had made a silent oath to always be beside you and be your best kitty! you have done a lot for him by helping him reunite with his twin - nyumine - so he would do anything in his power to lessen your load!

nyaether’s preferred way of waking you up is by giving a gentle meow beside your ear and give your cheek three kisses - repeat the process on the other side until you eventually giggle and wake up

another kitty that doesn’t mind taking baths! however he just prefers the water to have a bit of bubbles to soothe his nerves

likes to sleep in your arms since he has separation anxiety like scaranya - due to the incident with his twin

“nyaether, keep the others in check okay? i’m going out on a quick grocery shopping!”

“myaaa!”

such a sweet baby🥹

his meows are higher pitched and not full “meow” like kazunya or miao’s instead it’s a short “myaa!”

a solid 11/10 kitty. highly recommend, get yourself a nyaether today!

art by os_Amaniwa on twt

a little shit AND a menace (affectionately)

very hyper too! sometimes you wonder if nyenti has ADHD but in cat version

it’s like he’s always in his zoomie mode as if to make up for having 2 kitties that barely has zoomies - which are miao and kazunya

his affectionate attitude doesn’t help as well

twirling, rubbing himself on your lap, hand, bageling his way around you - he’s always sticking close to you 24/7

one time as nyenti was rubbing himself on your hand while you were working on your computer for an important document, he tripped and fell on your keyboard - deleting your entire progress of work with a “myeeew!”

yes, you cried that night

unlike heinya, nyenti doesn’t really enjoy being outdoors - he just prefers to stay on your lap, lazily bathing in the sun - as he sometimes meows with heinya about some dramas

another kitty that loves to spill the tea to you

him and heinya meows your ears off with the things they have seen, watched, witnessed and heard - sometimes even adding some dirt on the other kitties such as kazunya eating leaves from your potted plants, scaranya sleeping on your hoodie bc he missed you, miao destroying the pantry during his duty to cleanse the land etc etc etc

nyenti’s preferred way of waking you up is to play with your hair. whether it be grooming at your hair, playing with them, tugging on the ends gently - it doesn’t matter which form - as long as nyenti wakes you up, that’s all

he also doesn’t do much hunting either, preferring to watch from the sidelines as the others chase some bugs and small animals they found

for some odd reason nyenti likes you to put flowers on top of his head or a flower shaped charms as a collar - his most favorite and preferred one being the white lily

cut the flower's bud and place it on top of nyenti upside down like it's a cone hat and nyenti would give you the biggest, affectionate "myew!" while rolling around on the ground, showing you his tummy

a sweet kitty if he would just stop being a little zoomie induced shit

nyenti is another kitty that hates taking baths

doesn't react as aggressive as scaranya but he likes to yell his defiance a lot and i mean a lot

overall, a solid 8.5/10 kitty if he would just stop meowing loudly in your ears everytime you take him for a bathtime, making you more and more deaf

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[hope-drunk]

- thoroughfare | e. williams

| on the way to seattle, you decide to play a small game with ellie.

| content warning: f!reader, bottom!reader, top!ellie, oral (r receiving), pet names (baby, princess, pretty girl), implies ellie is taller than reader, reader takes dina’s role in the game (sorry dina), hunter and prey kink but not really, barely proofread and i hate this <3

Traveling through the woods with Ellie was more fun than you’d thought it would be. The long stretches on horseback felt like nothing when it was just you two talking. After you had found Jackson, albeit on accident, two years ago, you and Ellie became friends very quickly. 

You two tried not to talk about the trip you were taking. Once she came to you with a location, there was no question in your mind about whether or not you would go with her. So, here you are now. Arms wrapped along Ellie’s torso, enjoying the scenery, and giggling like a maniac at some pun she’s said.

Once the laughter dies down, Ellie helps you off Shimmer, then puts her by a stream.

“We should stop for the night. Get some rest.” she says, taking out her sleeping bag, and a shotgun.

“Okay, yeah.”  you say, following in her stride and getting your own sleeping bag out.

You were in a comfortable silence, setting up everything you needed to have a successful night.

“Do you want first or second shift?”  you asked her.

“I’ll do both, just sleep.”

You scoff at her, “Ellie, if you’re the one getting us to Seattle I think it’s important you get some rest.” She shakes her head at you. “Please, for me.”

Ellie can’t deny the look you give her, your eyes are laced with genuine concern for her well being. It hasn’t been easy for her, and you know she doesn’t like sleeping because it just brings back the memories, but you figure something is better than nothing.

“Alright, I’ll take first shift.” she says, knowing she’ll “accidentally” let you sleep longer than you intend to.

She’s standing now, and your once worried eyes are now crinkled by a smile. 

“Thank you, Ellie.”

“Whatever gets you there safely.” she replies, rubbing the inked fern covering her forearm.

“I’m gonna go look around while there’s still daylight, I need to stretch my legs.” you say, already starting to wander.

Ellie nods her head at you.

You don’t plan to go far, just enough to look at the different wildlife that lives out here. You walk around for about twenty minutes before Ellie calls your name.

“It’s getting too dark, come back.” she says. 

“Why don’t you come and find me?” you yell back to her.

You hear her grumble to herself, and let out a sigh, then you hear the crunch of leaves under her beaten up shoes. This is your sign to scramble. You run behind a tree, one with a large trunk and sagging branches. Peeking out from behind, you find Ellie’s face through the branches. Her head was whipping around for any sign of you. You put your hands over your face, having to stifle your laugh, trying not to give yourself away. When you removed the digits from your eyes, Ellie was gone.

Now it was your turn to whip your head around. Your heart was suddenly racing. You knew she wasn’t in danger, but you didn’t know the reaction she would have to your impromptu game of hide and seek.

You felt hands on your shoulders. “Got ya.” Ellie whispers in your ear.

You gasp and she whips you around to face her. Usually, Ellie had a face that would comfort you. Right now? You were a bit intimidated by her. It felt like she had grown six inches since you saw her moments before. Her eyes even looked darker in this light. You try to back away from her, but you don't get far before you hit the tree that was once protecting you from her. 

“Oh, first you’re hiding from me, now you’re trying t’run?” she says, moving impossibly closer to you. 

The game wasn’t funny to you anymore. Actually, it was incredibly serious, and that was proven by the wetness that you felt pooling in your panties.

“Just wanted to play a game, Ells.” you say, suddenly finding your shoes very interesting.

Grabbing your chin, she says, “Don’t tell me you’re all shy now.” She follows your eyes every time that you try to look away.

For a second, just a second, you thought she was actually mad. But you could see her lips fighting a smile. Leaning down towards you, her nose brushes against yours.

“Tell me you want this.” Ellie says, whispering like you were in a room full of people. 

“I want it.” 

Her lips are on yours as soon as you finish the sentence. The hand that was holding your chin has now moved to your cheek, thumb caressing your face tenderly. Your hips move to meet hers, back arching off the tree. Ellie gets the hint, and uses her spare hand to reach down between your bodies. She undoes your pant button with ease, and shoves her hand into your jeans. You gasp as she begins to rub your clit over your underwear. 

“Oh, Ellie.” you say while she moves her kisses to your neck.

“Don’t know why I’ve been waiting to do this.” she mumbles on your skin.

Stopping her assault on your neck, her hands smooth down your body before she practically rips your jeans and panties down to the ground. Her foot kicks your legs further apart before she drops to her knees in front of you. She runs a finger through your slick folds, humming in approval before diving in to taste you.

She sucks hard on your clit, causing your hand to move to her auburn hair, trying to steady yourself. Ellie sneaks a large hand up your shirt, toying with your nipple. You didn’t think you’d ever be this happy at forgetting to put a bra on. Her tongue was moving quickly through your folds. You look down at her, only to be met by her eyes. 

The moan you let out is almost pornagraphic, and you swear you can feel Ellie smirk into your cunt. Her position on the ground made it feel like she was praying to you, she was worshipping your cunt. 

Ellie comes up for a breath, thumb moving to rub your clit. “Taste so sweet, baby. Does it feel good?”

Your head nods on its own, which only causes Ellie to laugh. 

“Feels s’good. Wanted this for so long.” you say, breathless.

“Yeah? Wanted me to fuck you? How many times did you think about me eating your cute little pussy like this while we were talking, hm? Did you go t’sleep every night with wet panties?”

You let out a moan at her words and nod your head again, but that’s not enough for her. She gives your thigh a quick smack.

“Yes! Yes, thought about it all the time. Oh please, Ellie, wanna cum so bad.”

She moves her head back towards your cunt, eating you out impossibly faster. Your legs start to shake, signaling your approaching orgasm. You’re practically grinding on Ellie’s face at this point, and she doesn’t mind one bit. While you use her tongue to get yourself off, she thinks this may be the peak of her life.

“I’m– gonna…” you try to finish your phrase, but it’s no use. Ellie moans into your pussy, and that sends you flying. 

You’re sure your moans were loud enough to scare any wildlife away from you, and it took you awhile to even regain consciousness. When you did, Ellie was now standing in front of you again, trying to keep you propped up. You slouch into her chest while she rubs a hand up and down your back under your shirt.

“Shh… you’re alright, you’re alright pretty girl.” she coos. 

She pulls your pants up, figuring she’ll have something to clean you up with back with all your stuff. Ellie basically carries you back to your sleeping bag, and makes sure you’re all clean before tucking you in.

“Ellie.” you whine out, feeling her presence move away from you.

“I’ve got first shift, remember? Go to bed, baby. I’ll wake you up.”

You mumble what she thinks is a complaint, before turning over and curling into yourself. It’s not long before she hears your breaths get deeper. Rubbing a hand over her face, she grabs her gun of choice before standing guard not far from your sleeping body.

Of course, Ellie doesn’t wake you up till the morning. 

“I was supposed to take second shift!” you argue.

“You didn’t really seem in the position to keep watch, princess. Swear your legs were gonna give out if you had to stand for longer than ten seconds.” Ellie laughs out.

You turn red and let out a huff.

“C’mon, get on the horse. We can argue on the way.”

#ellie ! #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams fic #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #tlou #ellie tlou #ellie williams x y/n

[witchslove]

okay so i’ve got a request for stepmom!wanda x reader 🤭

maybe wanda seducing/the other way around or just like kinda dark!stepmom!wanda making reader lay on her chest and eventually suck her nipples when they’re upset or maybe stressed over school (because you know… lactation kink)

and yeah, lots of mommy kink 😵‍💫🤭

Stress Relief

Pairing: Stepmom!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Whenever you're overwhelmed, your loving stepmom is there to make it better.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; dark!stepmom!wanda, slight dubcon, mommy kink, lactation kink, praise kink, legal age gap, cheating, manipulation

A/N: Thank you for the request, this one kinda got away from me so I hope you enjoy! This is my first time writing stepmom Wanda and I love her so much already <3

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You always felt so relaxed in Wanda’s presence. 

With her hand in your hair, long delicate fingers stroking your scalp, and your head resting on her soft chest, you felt safe. 

Deadlines were kicking your ass and you were more stressed than you’d ever been, your second year at university proving to be much more vigorous than your first. Wanda practically had to drag you out of your room to watch a movie with her, not taking no as an answer despite you trying to explain how behind you were on your assignments.

She’d had enough of seeing you work yourself nearly to death, staying up half the night and accidentally skipping meals, too focused on your academics. She wasn’t mad at you for it, in fact, she admired your work ethic. You were ambitious and a perfectionist, so eager to please. 

Always such a good girl. 

And good girls deserved rewards. So she’d demanded that you take a break and join her in her room for a movie.

Technically she wasn’t lying; there was a movie playing in the background as she played absentmindedly with your hair. But that wasn’t the real reason she’d invited you into her bed. 

About twenty minutes into the movie, she decided to put her plan into motion. 

Her sweet touches and warm body molded into yours as you cuddled were enough to have you instantly relaxing into her. Right where she wanted you. 

Ever since she’d met you, she thought you were a precious little thing - so sweet, so smart, so willing to help her whenever she needed it. She planned to see just how far she could push that last one.

The first time she laid eyes on you, she thought you were adorable. She felt an instant attraction to you and, luckily for her, your father made his presence around the house scarce for work reasons, leaving the two of you alone quite often. 

For months she played the motherly role in your life. She made dinner, asked you about school, offered to help you with your homework, and spent time with you as much as you wanted. 

Really as much as she wanted, but whatever she wanted she knew she could make you want even more. She was so good at it that most of the time whatever she wanted seemed like it was your idea in the first place and Wanda loved the fact her sweet girl was so oblivious to her intentions. 

She touched you as much as possible, whether it was her hands on your waist as she moved past you, her fingertips tracing patterns into your exposed thigh during dinner, or having you curl up into her side when you watched movies. She didn’t miss the way you would always melt into her touch, knowing she had you wrapped around her finger as much as you did her.

As the movie played in the background, she tightened her grip in your hair, prompting you to lift your head the slightest bit. Before you could turn to ask if she needed to readjust, she’d already pulled down the top of her skimpy nightgown, exposing her full breasts and already hardened nipples. 

When you looked at her, your eyes fell to her bare chest for a moment before you squeezed them shut and tried to cover them. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to look,” you apologized frantically. “I- I didn’t know.”

“Shh, it’s okay, moya lyubov,” Wanda cooed, removing your hand from where it covered your eyes and placing her hands on your cheeks. “You want to look, don’t you?”

Her words shocked you, making you open your eyes and meet her tender gaze. “I- I’m confused,” you mumbled, trying to read her expression for even a hint at what was happening. All you saw was adoration and a twinkle in her eyes, so alluring that you had to look away.

When you did, you were staring directly at her breasts. You knew it was wrong, but you felt your mouth begin to water at the sight of them and heat building somewhere much lower. Subconsciously, you licked your lips and Wanda smirked when she noticed. This was too easy.

“I actually think you want to do more than just look, right, detka?” she asked, setting the trap, knowing you would take the bait.

“What do you mean?” you swallowed, unsure of where to look as your eyes flitted between her face and her chest.

“I think you know what I mean, sweetheart. Go ahead, you can touch,” she said sweetly, framing her words just right to make it seem like you’d just asked her yourself if you could touch her. 

When you nervously brought a hand up to cup the weight of her breast, she smiled reassuringly. You didn’t notice the smugness behind her smile as you refocused your attention below her neck. 

She bit her lip to stifle a moan when your thumb brushed against her straining nipple. She arched her back the slightest bit, pushing her chest closer to your face, your breath hitching in your throat at the action.

“Can I- can I use my mouth?” you asked, your voice almost a whisper.

Wanda had never been more pleased with herself than in that moment. She hadn’t quite expected you to be so bold and ask for such a thing so quickly. She was both proud of herself and proud of you, always so compliant, always so good for her.

“Yes, angel, you can use your mouth.”

When your lips wrapped around her nipple, she bit back a whine at the sensation of your warm mouth around her sensitive bud. You latched on, suckling contentedly and laving your tongue around the stiff peak. 

You were surprised when you felt warm, sweet liquid drip into your mouth. You had no idea Wanda could do this, but you couldn’t complain. The first taste of her milk had you hooked immediately, moaning as more spilled onto your waiting tongue. 

“You’re doing so good drinking mommy’s milk baby,” Wanda said breathily. 

Her words sent a shock straight to your core and you moaned against her flushed skin. 

“Oh, someone likes that, hm?”

You were too far gone to respond, your eyelids growing heavy as her breast emptied. You switched to the other one, sucking softer and slower this time, wanting to make it last.

Her fingers threaded through your hair, moving in a steady rhythm matching that of your tongue along the underside of her nipple. 

You fell asleep that way, with your mouth on her breast, her hand in your hair, and a smile on your face. It was the best sleep you’d gotten in months.

What happened that night became a routine shortly after. Whenever you were buried deep in research papers and exam flashcards, eyes burning from countless hours of studying, Wanda would be your saving grace. Your stepmom would poke her head into your room, encouraging you to take a break, and you’d wind up laying against her chest with one of her pretty nipples in your mouth and her sweet milk trickling down your throat.

Sometimes she enjoyed messing with you. In her mind, toys were meant to be played with. 

One night, she’d asked you if you wanted to watch something with her and when you agreed, she put on your favorite show. It always gave you butterflies when she remembered what you liked to watch, but how could she not? You were the apple of her eye whether you knew it or not.

You expected her to solicit you into sucking her dry, like always, but she didn’t, leaving you feeling lost and confused. You hadn’t realized how much you began to rely on that as a way to de-stress until she wasn’t willingly offering it to you. 

She wanted you to ask her for it yourself, to show her that you wanted her. You weren’t sure how to ask for something like that - it still felt wrong to you despite her constant reassurances that it was normal for mommies to take care of their precious angels that way.

Instead of voicing what you wanted, you nuzzled your face against her breasts, hoping she would understand. 

“Aw, do you want something sweetheart?” she asked, feigning sympathy so you wouldn’t be able to tell how much she was getting off on your desperation.

“Please,” you mumbled.

“Please what? You have to tell me what you want or I won’t know how to help,” she replied tenderly.

“Can I…” you paused, not knowing how to phrase it. “Taste you? I mean like… are they full?” you asked, glancing down at her chest before meeting her eyes again, her curious look intimidating you by the second until you were unraveling. “I’m sorry, actually, I don’t know why I’m asking you that, I-”

She cut you off with a firm hand grabbing your jaw, silencing you. Her thumb came up to brush against your bottom lip, the sight of you so needy for her making her shiver.

“Of course you can, detka. All you had to do was ask.” And with that she was removing her top and pulling you close, smirking to herself as you latched on and fell asleep in her hold, all of your worries forgotten for the night. 

One night, she invited you to go swimming with her, neglecting to mention that she wasn’t wearing a bathing suit under her robe and letting you find that out for yourself when she stood bare before you on the patio. She swayed her hips purposefully as she walked over to the pool, making sure to bend over and give you a delicious view as she stepped into the water.

Unable to get the vivid image of her perfect backside out of your mind, you shook your head and slowly undressed. You, unlike her, had worn a bathing suit and you decided to keep it on as your nerves followed you to the pool.

Sitting on the steps, she welcomed you in, not hesitating to pull you close to her body. With your head leaning against her arm, so close to where you longed to bury your face, you looked up at her and she simply nodded. 

Your hot mouth felt amazing against her nipple, cold from the water and the nighttime air. She hummed as you ran your tongue over the bud, trying to stimulate it enough to get your reward. When nothing came out, you sucked harder, your teeth grazing her sensitive flesh and causing her to whimper. 

You quickly pulled away. “Sorry,” you blurted out, your eyes wide. 

“It’s okay, sweet girl. It felt good,” Wanda cooed, bringing one hand to the back of your head and the other to your hand under the water. She gently pulled your head back to her chest while moving your hand towards her aching center. “Sometimes when you drink mommy’s milk, it makes her feel tingly down here,” she explained, pressing your fingers against her pussy. 

You felt the heat radiating from her core, warm and wet with something that wasn’t just the water from the pool. She guided your fingers to slide through her slick folds and you moaned against her breast at the feel of her.

That seemed to sober you up and you pulled back for a moment to speak. “This isn’t right, we’re not supposed to-”

“Quiet, detka,” she snapped coldly. “I told you I’ll always take care of you and do what’s best for you, didn’t I?” You nodded and she softened at that. “That’s right. Don’t you want to make your mommy feel good? It hurts down there.”

You nodded again, murmuring out a “yes mommy” and kissing around her breasts apologetically. 

“Good girl,” she praised, making you clench your thighs together. 

That night, you filled her up with your fingers while she filled you up with her milk. She came hard against the wall of the pool and you felt pride welling up within you at the beautiful sight of her in ecstasy. When you grew sleepy, she helped you inside, taking you to her room where you fell asleep on her chest. 

She looked down at you fondly, knowing without a doubt that she loved you more dearly than she’d ever loved anything in her life. The love she had for your father didn’t even come close to the way she felt about you. Her heart felt whole with the knowledge that you loved her just as much, all on your own. 

She may have had to coax it out of you, but flowers don’t grow where seeds aren’t planted. And in her garden, you were her favorite flower. 

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff imagine #stepmom!wanda maximoff #alexa writes #kinktober

[eilishalways]

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all you wanna do is kiss me - pt 2

summary: a follow up to the first part 🤭

warnings: alcohol consumption & people being tipsy

a/n: I HOPE THIS ISNT BAD LMAOO

it was two nights after the grammys, and billie was fretting. you had given her your number at the end of the night, but billie was still too scared to text you. she lay in her bed, not knowing what to do. you were very nice about giving her your number - eager, almost, but billie was still too nervous? what if she said something weird? what if you didn’t want to talk to her? there were so many bad scenarios possible.

billie looked at the time. it was 5 to midnight. would you even be up? would you be asleep? were you talking to someone else? she was scared. very scared. she went downstairs and made herself some coffee, and sat at the breakfast table. she contemplated what to do. as she was scrolling through instagram, she saw you had made a new post. two images, both very risqué. the caption was just the telephone emoji. billie blushed, and took it as a sign to text you. so she did.

billie sent you a simple ‘hey’, not expecting you to reply till morning. but within five minutes you responded back with ‘who’s this?’. billie had forgotten that you had only given her your number, and you hadn’t exchanged them.

it’s billie

oh hey!! how are you?

i’m good, hbu?

the conversation continued well into the night. it was 4am when you finally said ‘look, i’ve gtg now. it’s really late.’ billie was sad but responded with ‘yeah it’s super late’. but before you went to sleep you asked her ‘would you like to come round to my house tomorrow? well, technically today.’ billie immediately typed back with ‘i’d love that’

sounds good. i’ll send you my address later. also - bring a swimsuit. we can get in my pool!

that sounds really nice! what time should i be there for?

uhhh, maybe at half 6 or 7? i’ll cook up a bit of dinner.

sounds great! see you then!

despite billie’s coolness over text, she was absolutely freaking out. dinner at your house??? getting in your pool???? she wasn’t able to sleep after that, too nervous to focus on anything else. thankfully she wasn’t doing anything that day, so she could try to figure out what to wear and should she bring anything.

fast forward to midday, billie was eating her lunch, still thinking over what she might wear? a tshirt and jeans? a dress? a jumper? the options were endless, but none seemed right. she couldn’t just ask you what to wear as well - that’d be weird. billie finished her lunch and went back up to her room to decide what to wear. as she opened her wardrobe, something caught her eye. a top she had worn from a concert she did in dublin, with marilyn monroe’s face as a pattern on it. she knew she’d wear it, but she had to find a swimsuit to wear first. she rifled through a drawer until she found a simple black one, nothing too special but nothing too drab either. she took off the pyjamas she was already wearing and stuck the swimsuit on. after that, she put on the top and paired it with some black shorts, nearly replicating the previous concert outfit.

five o’clock came quicker than billie thought, and soon after that she was on the way to your place. although you both lived in LA, you were pretty far from eachother. so billie decided to be safe rather than sorry & left early. when she got to the door, she hesitated to knock. your place was so big & modern that she was slightly intimidated by it. but after a minute of careful consideration, she knocked. you answered the door in seconds, dressed in a short dress. billie’s heart skipped a beat as you led her inside. she followed you to the kitchen, where she smelled the familiar aroma of her favourite noodle soup.

“i followed the recipe from your insta highlight,” you said, “so i hope it’s alright. i’m sure you make it better than i do.” billie thanked you for the meal as you both sat down at the table and began to eat. you talked about a lot of things… the grammys, the media, upcoming tours, etc. billie found herself falling more and more in love as the conversation went on. about 20 minutes later, billie finished her noodles at the same time you did, and again thanked you for it. you smiled and said it was no bother. “how do you fancy getting in the pool now?” you asked. “that sounds really good,” billie smiled, “i’ve got my swimsuit on under this, actually.” your smile lit up even further as you replied “i do too!”

you both got out of your clothes and hopped into the pool. “its so warm.” billie remarked. “yeah, i have heaters in it.” you said smiling. billie looked you up and down, in awe of your swimsuit that made you look like a goddess. you swam around together for a while before you left the pool, saying you’d be back in a minute. “ok, see ya in a minute.” billie replied, wondering what you were doing. billie was surprised when you came back with two wine glasses, and a bottle of a really expensive red wine. “wow,” billie said, “is this for us?” “well, who else would it be for?” you laughed. you poured the wine into the glasses, and handed billie one. she took a sip, and watched as you did the same. “it’s really good,” billie commented, “don’t think i’ve had this before.”

as the evening went on, you and billie drank more wine, and slowly got more tipsy. you smiled at billie as she told you about a song she was in the middle of recording, her face lighting up in excitement. “you’re so pretty.” you said abruptly without a warning. billie blushed. “so are you.” she responded, the alcohol making her more confident. “like- really pretty,” you went on, “super pretty.” billie didn’t know how to respond. being complimented by the woman she had a massive crush on? she was blushing like mad. “i could- i could just kiss you.” you said, a smirk on your face. billie didn’t respond as a shocked expression took over her face. you waited a few seconds before leaning in and kissing her. billie kissed back immediately, setting her glass on the side of the pool. you kissed her passionately, and she did the same. you continued like that for a while, until you were making out with eachother.

“wow.” was all billie said. “you’re a good kisser.” you remarked, a hand still on billie’s cheek. “i- i really liked that. like, really liked that.” billie confessed. “me too.” you smirked, before leaning in to kiss her again.

#billie eilish #billie eilish x reader #eilishalways

[eggtartz]

✧ 26th October ✧

Sanji Vinsmoke // "Bon Appetit!" (f! strawhat crew reader)

kinktober masterlist

warnings : ice play, sanji wants his women satisfied, uhm ice goes into the coochie

having a relationship with the sanji vinsmoke is honestly going great for you. the food is great, the way he treats you is even better. it's a stable relationship between you and him and you can not ask for anything more. well, except for one thing. given how lewd and perverted sanji is around women, you really thought he's a beast in bed. that perception changed when you got into a relationship with him and safe to say that it's bland.

like bland as hell.

the sex was always vanilla and the most extreme thing he has done is probably fingering you dry. this had to change and you're determined. waking up that day, you marched pass the other crews while blossoming them a smile. you arrived at the kitchen where sanji was humming while cooking breakfast. "good morning y/n-swan! breakfast is almost ready, do let the others know and sit down, yes?" he said sweetly, you're almost sorry.

"sanji, I don't feel like having breakfast today" you pressed yourself against his body, making sure he feels how erected your nipples are. you wanted him to lose control, to let go. sanji almost choked at the sight of your boobs almost spilling out from your top and he can see your nipple through it. "y/n.. d-did you not wear anything underneath?"

"wanna find out?" you purred, calling him in like a siren calling for the sailor. you were going to make sure the sailor wrecked his ship today. You pulled his loose tie as his cigarette fell from his lips at the directness. "come, my room's empty. we can do more" you purred again as sanji's eyes changed into hearts as he drooled over your seductions. as the time you two arrived at your room, you puled down his coat blue shirt as you took off your top. sanji's nose bleed at the beautiful sights of your tits, almost cooing when he gets ahold of them. "y/n-swan's breasts are the best! so soft, squishy!" he muttered, gently lapping on them and tweaking the bud. "sanji!" you whimpered as he squished two boobs to fit in his mouth.

you backed up bit by bit until eventually you two fell on the plush bed. "i actually have something to say, sanji.." you jolted between words as his mouth wrapped around your nipple. "yeah? What is it?" he asked, eyes closed. "i wanna spice things up when we have sex" you blurted that his tongue stopped. "were you not satisfied before, my love?" he looked up to you, a tinge of hurt in his tone. "no! it's just, okay, fine. it isn't sanji.. i never get excited and usually i get bored than excited" you sat up to look at him properly. "is that selfish?" you asked gently, not wanting to offend him. "absolutely not. i'm glad that you stated it, dear. as a gentleman, i feel ashamed to leave you unsatisfied. tell me, what plans do you have? i'm in board!" he smiled as you sighed in relief.

"uh, could you masturbate while i play with myself?" sanji was more than eager, pulling out his dick from his briefs. meanwhile, you bent down under your breath and pulled out a bucket. sanji didn't questioned the contents but he could see a bunch of ice in there along with a bottle of wine.

you spread your legs, revealing your bare cunt for him to see. "do you have a clear view?" you asked and was answered with a moan "the best view" sanji bought his hand up and down his cock, spitting on his hand. you took one ice and circled them around your pussy lips and sanji almost came.

almost.

sanji grunted, squeezing his dick as the ice swirled around your folds and he had this urge to put his tongue there too. "y/n.." he said under his breath. you smiled and when the ice melted, you slip it inside of you and it popped back out when you clenched. sanji was amazed with the show, his balls have never felt this tight before and he was itching to touch you and fuck you raw. a daze was clouding his head of how good your pussy must feel right now.

you teased him, the ice resembling a circle going in and out your pussy with easy as another hand of yours circled another ice around your clit. you throw your head back, the coldness from the ice and sanji's piercing eyes drilling holes into your gushing cunt was arousing you tremendously. "are you looking, sanji? how my pussy gets wet from the ice?" he was jacking off with concentration, sweat on his forehead. "i can see, y/n. it's so hot.. so fucking hot" he growled. "and it can be like that without ice, you know?" you said again as sanji smiled. "you're right darling."

he moved himself, plunging his dick inside your pussy with the ice still inside. "sanji!" you yelped but he was already thrusting and already found a steady but punishing pace, "i was foolish to not see how you were unsatisfied, y/n. let me help" he dribbled spit on your lower tips, as you wrapped your legs around him. "oh, sanji!" you moaned when his cock pushed the ice deep in your gut, the feeling of it slowly melting away was making you mushy "thank you for telling me, y/n" he whispered, spitting on his palm and rubbing your stiff clitoris as you mewled.

"you won't regret it!" he grunted, his cock disappearing inside and out of you. his thrusts were brutal and fast as you saw stars and feel your climax knocking in. "i'm gonna cum, sanji!" you huff as he went faster. "do it, y/n. i need to feel it.. i never felt it before but now i'll make sure you cum until you can't!" he bullied his seed inside you, melting with the ice as you came with your eyes rolled back. "that was.. so good.. mmh." sanji placed his fingers inside, gently scooping out the remaining ice as he placed it on his tongue and kissed you. the ice was passed on to each other mouths as drool dribbled under the chin and the ice completely dissolves. "i hope you're satisfied, y/n-swan" he panted against your lips. "oh you left me satisfied indeed" you purred, holding his face as you two kissed again.

#one piece imagine #one piece fanfiction #one piece x reader #one piece smut #one piece #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #sanji one piece #sanji smut #sanji imagine #sanji op

[swiftieblyth]

Blyth Family: Big Announcement

warnings- fluff, pregnancy, worried Tom, soft!Tom, mentions of being sick

You were sitting on the plane on your way to California for the Tangled premiere desperately trying not to throw up.

“You okay, love?” Tom asked, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into his side.

“I’m trying not to throw up.” You slurred, resting your head on his chest.

“I know.” He replied kissing your head. “What would make it better? Do you want tea, or should you take a nap? Is there anything I can do?”

“Just hold me.” You groaned, as Lady climbed into your lap, making you smile a bit. “Hi, Princess,” you smiled, scooping her up and putting her on your chest cuddling her.

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I love my sweet little Lady! Thank you for always making Mama fell so much better when she’s sick! I love me sweet girl so much, and so glad she loves her mama! 💕💕💕 We all love you my little lovebug! Thank you for making us feel so much better!

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tomblyth_ I love my girls and my family so much!!! I’m so glad our little Lady makes you feel so much better when she’s with you!!! I love that she makes both of you feel better!!!! 💕💕💕

↪️ y/nblyth_ thank you darling! We both love you 💕💕💕💕💕

↪️y/nTom_ Ummmmmm……. Am I the only one thinking they’re up to something??? The way she said Us and when she’s sick, and we both, and the way Tom said you both and my family?????????

↪️theblythsfan_ Um, is she pregnant????? Are they going to have a kid???? That last photo? I’m not going to mean this in a rude why because I love her so much and that won’t change, but she has gained a little bit of weight, which could be a little baby bump!!!!!!!

rachelzegler_ Look at that pretty Mama 😍

↪️y/nblyth_ thx bea!!!!!

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“Are you sure about this?” Tom asked, as the car came to a stop outside of the carpet. “It’s not too late, we can tell them to take us home.”

“No,” you breathed, holding his hand. “We need to do this.”

“We don’t have to tell anyone. And we can leave early if you need or even want to. Or we can leave before that one scene-“

“Tom,” you smiled, putting your free hand on Tom’s cheek, cutting him off. “I’ll be fine. I think you’re more nervous than I am, and I’m the one who’s growing a child in me.” You laughed.

“I know,” he chuckled a bit, putting a hand on your tiny barely visible bump. “I’m just worried about you. Both of you.”

“I know. Thank you. But I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.”

“I just don’t want you to over do it.”

“I wont, and I’ll let you know if I need anything, you know that.”

“I know. But you know how reporters work, they’re terrifying sometimes.”

“I know, but I’ll have you. You’ll keep both of us safe.”

“I know. You ready?”

“Are you?” You asked, brushing some hair out of his face.

“Yeah,” he breathed kissing your head. “I’m ready.” You went to move but Tom stopped you. “Hold on.” He leaned down and kissed your stomach making you smile. “Mummy and I love you baby.”

He looked up and saw you trying not to cry. “I love you!” You breathed, hugging him.

“I love you to darling,” Tom smiled kissing your head.

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You and Tom were about to carpet and you know that you’re going to have to do it soon. Especially since you hinted at it in your last post, you were just waiting for the right time.

“Y/N!” A reporter called catching your attention. “There’s been a lot of talk about your last Instagram post.” You looked up at Tom as he wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you to his chest. “A lot of people are wondering if you are pregnant, do you or Tom have anything you want to say to that?”

“Well, I mean we have seen some of the comments, you started, smiling up at Tom who smirked.

“Size of a blueberry,” he explained, making you smile.

“I’m sorry?” The reporter asked.

“Baby Blyth is the size of a blueberry,” you smiled, holding your hands to your stomach on top of Tom’s.

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[killersbasement]

slashers cuddling hcs

i realized this morning that i themed my whole profile around pyra and then FORGOT TO INCLUDE HIM in the last headcanons sorry traignl man my beloved

characters included : micheal myers, jason voorhees, bubba sawyer, thomas hewitt, brahms heelshire, billy lenz, pyramid head

warnings : none

micheal myers

not very physically affectionate by default, shows his appreciation via acts of service and not murdering you

but, if you insist

he has to be the big spoon refuses to compromise and is the most stubborn person alive

you might be able to finagle being big spoon if he's already asleep though good luck

acts kind of annoyed if you sit on his lap when he's sitting but will pull you back down when you go to get up

veryyy mixed messages

pretty good cuddler though 7/10

jason voorhees

loves cuddles!

like most of the bulkier slashers makes for a great teddy bear

will complain if you get up but lets you go if you need something

big spoon most of the time just cuz he feels like it's 'right' but will accept being little spoon and likes it more than he thought he would

he's like one of those huge dogs that thinks it's small

will just lay on top of you without warning when he's feeling attention-starved and maybe crush your bones

he's cute though so don't say anything about it

9/10 hes rlly cute

bubba sawyer

also a giant teddy bear unsurprisingly

but he has like a really high body temperature by default so with the hot weather in texas you might start overheating

he's used to it but it might take you a while to not start baking when he hugs you

tempted to tease you about not being used to the country weather but won't

really wants to be physically affectionate but will let you go if you ask

if he's asleep you're done for though

also likes being little spoon and big spoon, depends on what you want or his mood

8/10 and 9/10 if you have high heat tolerance

thomas hewitt

the shoulders on this man

he's absolutely huge, a unit, if you will

great for lying on top of/using as a pillow

he's a little cooler so you aren't gonna start melting whenever you guys cuddle

he has an iron grip on you though so don't expect to be leaving in a reasonable time

unless he has to go do something in which case he will begrudgingly let you go

i'd say a solid 9/10 cuddler and maybe a 9.5 if you don't mind staying in place for a while

brahms heelshire

hope you don't have anything to do today

not that you can leave the mansion anyways but brahms absolutely refuses to let you go once you guys start cuddling,

unless you're literally about to die he's holding on

i already went over how touch-starved this fool is and if you start giving him affection like this he's gonna want it 24/7

he's a good size to hold/be held by though, small enough to wrap your arms around but big enough to lean on properly

very much likes sitting in your lap, even if you're smaller than him he wants to sit there

also pet his hair he'll freak out

8/10 cuddler but also better if you like staying in one place for a bit

billy lenz

literally wrapped around you like a koala bro

likes laying on top of you with his head on your chest

HE CAN PURR I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

you'll just be sitting there with him on your lap and he'll start purring away

might confuse you if you've never heard him do it before and claude is somewhere else

he has a lot of cat mannerisms actually

if you've ever had a cat on your lap and it falls asleep so you can't get up until it does imagine that but with a dude

you're gonna be sitting down for long periods of time if he falls asleep on you

9/10 i love getting pins and needles

pyramid head

ok so he's also like micheal as in he's really bad at showing affection

as far as he's concerned keeping you alive and not gutting you like a fish is enough

and yeah that's appreciated but like c'mon

when you sit on his lap for the first time he's kinda confused but gets used to it and ends up kinda liking it

he feels like he's keeping you safe from the dangers of silent hill when you're sitting there so go ahead

he is..very sturdy and easy to lean on

good luck if you wanna push him over to lay on him cuz its not happening

also his pyramid head thing gets in the way a lot so have fun maneuvering around that

overall i'd say he's like an 8/10

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[roosterforme]

The Deployment Diaries Part 22 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You've been putting all of your energy into helping Bradley recover, but sometimes you need his help even more.

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff and swearing

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! Check my masterlist for the reading order!

The following week, you came home late from work, and walked into the bedroom to find Bradley laying in bed reading with Tramp's head on his stomach. 

"Hey, Sweetheart. How was your day?"

You huffed and started removing your uniform, piece by piece, unpinning everything from your shirt. "Shitty, thanks for asking. And it's late, and I'm starving, and you could have at least started dinner, you know?"

Bradley froze. He knew you were going to be late, because you had texted him. He grabbed his phone as he sat up, the muscles around his ribs still pulling a bit as he did so. 

You stormed around the room, changing into some shorts as he opened his message thread with you. "My text never sent to you. I already took care of dinner, Baby Girl. I ordered from that place with the spicy chicken you like. Figured you deserve something better than whatever I would make without supervision. Should be here soon." 

You paused and looked at him as you pulled on a shirt. "Oh. Okay. Well thanks."

The doorbell rang, and Bradley brought the food into the dining room. You settled into your seat with your plate of dinner, and Bradley brought you one of the many bottles of hot sauce just in case. When he sat down and you started eating, he patted his thigh. 

You looked like you were going to tell him no, but you stood and slid into his lap with your plate of food. 

"That's better," he whispered, kissing your cheek. 

"I'm sorry I was short with you, Roo. I am exhausted, and I have to give a presentation to a bunch of admirals from Lemoore tomorrow. It's for funding our research, and I barely have any time to prepare." 

"I can help you," he promised as he ate. "After dinner, why don't you relax in the bath while I clean up, and then I'll help you the rest of the night until you feel ready."

"Yeah. Okay," you agreed. And an hour later, you were wearing his UVA shirt with a pair of his underwear, your hair in a bun on top of your head, and pacing slowly around the living room. 

"Our projections for upgraded safety protocols show a twenty seven percent improvement in the ability of the Super Hornet pilot to communicate with the tower. This is not insignificant, based on the last several updates. That information is provided on page thirty of the handout, and you can see that the-"

Bradley put his hand up to interrupt. "It's actually on page thirty one, Sweetheart."

"Shit," you muttered, standing with your hands on your hips. "I knew that."

"Of course you knew that, but you seem very nervous."

You threw your hands up in the air. "Of course I'm nervous, Bradley! The entire purpose of this is to get more funding to keep you safe!" 

He smiled at you. "I love you, but you've got to remove me from this equation while you're doing the presentation. Don't think about me or Nat or Jake. Just think about some random pilot in Lemoore that you're trying to make sure has updated software. Okay?"

You sighed and stretched your arms, getting yourself ready to start over again. And when you did, your presentation went much better. You ran through it two more times flawlessly, and Bradley pulled you down to his lap. "That was perfect, Sweetheart. You'll knock them flat on their asses with your well researched information that I can barely understand."

You laughed as he stood with you in his arms. "You shouldn't be lifting me yet!" you screeched, scrambling out of his grasp. "That's naughty! I'll tell your doctor!" 

Bradley laughed and led you to the bedroom. "Let's practice your presentation once more, but this time I'll make it fun for you. And then you'll be relaxed for tomorrow." 

He undressed you slowly, running his thumbs along the undersides of your breasts before stripping off his own clothing and laying back against the pillows. "Climb up here, Baby Girl, and get to work," he rasped, rubbing his thigh right next to his hard dick.

You moaned as you crawled up the bed, kissing the spot he had been rubbing before getting into position and sinking down around his length. You moaned a little bit, and Bradley gently smacked your ass as he said, "Go ahead and get started, Lieutenant."

"Our projections for upgraded safety protocols show... oh God, Roo!" you whined as he pumped up into you.

But then he froze when you got off course. "Keep going, Lieutenant. You keep going and then I'll keep going." Bradley watched you bite your lip and try to fight for control. 

"Okay, okay," you groaned. "Show a twenty seven percent improvement in the ability of the Super Hornet pilot to communicate with the tower. Oh God, you feel so good."

Bradley chuckled. "Is that part of the presentation?"

"It is now," you whined, because he had stopped thrusting again. You tried to bounce on him a bit, but he grabbed your hips and stilled your movement. You whimpered, but he just shook his head. 

"Um, this information is not insignificant," you moaned in pleasure as he started moving again. "It's based on research that is provided for you on page thirty one of the handout."

You tossed your head back as Bradley fucked up into you harder and harder. His ribs were aching now, but he didn't want to stop. 

"You're doing so well, Lieutenant. Keep going."

"The models are based on calculations that we have been collecting for the past year, and I am fucking awesome, thanks for listening to my presentation," you said, your voice getting louder as Bradley laughed and flipped you onto your back. 

"The admirals are going to love that closing statement," he grunted, putting both of your legs over his shoulders and grabbing your thighs. He kissed your legs as he pushed himself inside you once more. 

You giggled until Bradley pushed your knees back to your shoulders and slammed into you. He was practically folding you in half. 

"Roo!" you moaned, but he fucked you at a steady pace that soon had you whining and crying out. He loved it when he got you like this; you were unable to even form real words as his skin slapped against yours. 

"Baby Girl, you're so sweet," he told you as he fucked you harder until you were gasping for air, his weight pushing down on you. You grabbed his hair and pulled him down to kiss you as you came, moaning against his mouth. 

"Your presentation is going to be so good. I wish I could watch you in action," he told you, still chasing his own finish. 

"If you're a good boy, maybe I'll practice it one more time wearing one of my calendar outfits."

"Fuck. Yes." Bradley chanted as he came inside you. 

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Your presentation went well enough that your lab was granted a huge amount of money to continue with research. Commander Bickel took you and your colleagues out for the fanciest lunch you had ever eaten in your life, and you were keeping your fingers crossed that you'd see a promotion soon as well. 

Bradley had been celebrating with you for the last few days, even opening a bottle of champagne one evening. 

He finally got most of the remaining stitches removed, and his face was looking mostly bruise free by this point. "I'm starting to look okay again," he remarked, looking in the bathroom mirror as you both got ready for a night at the Hard Deck. 

You rolled your eyes. "Seriously, Roo. You looked handsome to me even with the bruising. If you looked any better right now, I wouldn't be able to take you out in public. Can't wait to see how many times you get hit on tonight," you said sarcastically. 

Bradley chuckled as he buttoned his shirt. "You know, you're one to talk, Sweetheart. You get cornered in conversation with some random guy every time we go to the bar."

"It's usually one of my coworkers!" 

Bradley gave you a bland look. "That guy who was trying to get you to meet him in the parking lot to check out his Harley? That was one of your coworkers?"

It took you a second to recall what he was talking about, but then you doubled over laughing as you were trying to finish your makeup. "No, that guy was just very, very drunk."

"Yeah, well. I rest my case."

The Hard Deck was packed by the time you and Bradley arrived, and you were once again thankful that the aviators seemed to have their own little area. 

"Rooster, you look great!" Phoenix said, pulling him into a hug. She handed him her brand new bottle of beer, saying, "I can go get another. Have this one."

You butted in. "Just one drink! He's still on medication!" But he was already taking a sip and winking at you. "I'm serious, Bradley. Just one."

"Okay, Baby Girl," he told you before he kissed you on the forehead. 

You followed Nat up to the bar to get yourself a drink too, and you both ended up chatting with Coyote who had finally returned from deployment. His had been much longer than Bradley's but far less action packed. You must have been up there for a while, because when you returned to the pool table, Bradley was cracking up at something Bob was saying, and he had a glass of what looked like whiskey in his hand. 

"Who got him another drink?" you asked accusingly. You instantly knew it was Jake by the way he wouldn't meet your eyes.

"Seriously?" you asked, stopping an inch in front of him. "He's taking a prescription for his injuries! The last thing I need is a sloppy Rooster. Are you going to come take care of him in the middle of the night when he's a fucking wreck and like singing show tunes at the piano or something?!"

Jake burst out laughing. "We tried to tell you the piano was a bad idea, Angel. Plus this is fair retaliation for what you two made me walk in on in the rec room!"

You just cradled your face in your hand. You should have known you'd be hearing about that again. "I told you guys, one drink! No more!"

"That's only his third. He'll be fine. He's just playing pool. Here, throw some darts with me."

You turned your back for a few minutes, just long enough to lose to Jake. Then when you went to check on your boyfriend, you found him with another half empty beer bottle in his hand. His cheeks were rosy and his eyes were a little unfocused as he sipped the drink. 

"Hey, Baby Girl! You're so pretty, come here." He finished the beer and reached out with grabby hands. 

"Oh, Lord," you muttered as he grabbed your waist and pulled you against him.

"I love you, you're so pretty. I could look at you all day long." Bradley's words were a little slurred, and his smile was so goofy. You had to grab his hands and put them at his sides when he started reaching for the bottom of your shirt.

He started kissing your neck and pulled his hands free to play with your hair as Payback said, "It's not even eleven o'clock yet. How much did he drink?"

"Too much, apparently," you replied, trying to get Bradley to sit on the empty stool next to Fanboy. "This is why I tried to tell you guys he could only have one drink. I just knew he would get like this."

Bradley stumbled into the seat and unbuttoned his Hawaiian shirt. "Hot in here," he mumbled, handing the shirt to you. "Thanks, Sweetheart."

You slipped his shirt on over your tee so you wouldn't lose it, because you were pretty sure it was one that had belonged to his dad, and then you just shrugged helplessly at him sitting there in his tank. "What am I going to do with you now, Bradley?"

"You're gonna love me," he told you with a grin.

"It was a rhetorical question," you muttered. "Stay here. I'm going to get him some water," you told Fanboy who nodded before offering some pool tips to Bob. 

You turned to check on Bradley from the bar, and at least he was right where you left him. But the bar was crowded, and it seemed like everyone you knew was trying to chat with you. By the time you had a glass of water and were on your way back to the pool table, he was practically shirtless with another woman chatting him up, and he was giving her puppy eyes.

"Jesus, maybe I should just let her deal with him," you muttered to Phoenix who looked like she was ready to fight someone if needed.

"You've just gotta meet my girlfriend. Her name is Sweetheart and she's so pretty," he rambled to the other girl. "That's her!" Bradley announced when he saw you. 

"Um, hi," the other woman muttered. "Sorry," she added before swiftly making her exit.

"That woman asked for my phone number," he said, reaching for you again. "I told her no."

You sighed. "Fanboy! I asked you to watch him for like five minutes!"

"Sorry! Hey, you wanna play pool with me?" Fanboy asked, handing you a pool cue. 

"No, I'm trying to get this one to drink some freaking water!"

Bradley downed the entire glass of water when you pressed it to his lips. "I love you," he said loudly. "I'm going to take care of you forever. That's all I wanna do. Love you and take care of you. And fuck you."

"Shhh," you scolded, taking the glass before he could drop it. "That's enough, Roo."

Fanboy, Bob and Jake stopped playing pool to shake their heads and laugh. "I am so sorry I let him have that bourbon, Angel," Jake told you with a rotten grin on his face.

You tried to keep Bradley from pawing at you, but it wasn't working. "Aww, Sweetheart. I'll take such good care of you, like I always do."

"Okay, Bradley. How about you try to stand up," you said trying to coax him to his feet, but he just went rambling on as he stood.

He kissed your lips and cupped your cheeks with both hands. His eyes were so loving and sincere as he told you quite loudly, "I'm gonna put a baby in you, Sweetheart. I'm gonna get you so pregnant. Fuck you every day when you stop taking the pill."

"Someone please kill me," you mumbled, trying to put your hand over his mouth as the guys all started hooting.

"Oh my God," muttered Phoenix, silently gagging and dropping her pool cue. 

"I almost did it already, and we weren't even trying," he added, pulling your hands away from his face. "But I'd love to keep trying. Give you a ring first, so you know I'm serious." He was grabbing you by the waist again, and now Payback was catcalling you both. 

"Bradley, my love?" you asked him, and his eyes met yours in trustworthy affection. "If you don't shut up, I'm going to leave you here for the night."

"Let's go home and get in bed," he murmured against your neck. 

You looked to your left and saw Jake and Bob. "You and you, help me get him to the car. Now."

You watched the guys hoist your boyfriend into the front seat of the Bronco while he told them in some detail about how many kids he hoped to have with you. Once he was buckled in and the door was closed, Jake mussed up your hair and laughed hysterically. 

"Oh, Angel. You have the patience of a saint."

Payback was trying not to laugh before he burst into giggles. "Twelve kids, huh?" 

You groaned and walked to the driver's side, saying, "Thanks a lot guys," over your shoulder.

You started the engine and Bradley gazed at you longingly. 

"If you throw up in here, it's your own fault. I told you one drink!"

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Bradley woke up with a throbbing headache. He wanted to open his eyes, but his body was telling him he would throw up if he did, so he just opened them a crack.

"What the hell?" He could barely move. It seemed like he had slept all night on the bathroom floor. Although he was wrapped in a blanket and resting on a pillow, he could feel the cold, hard floor tiles digging into his shoulder and hip.

He tried to sit up, but immediately flopped back down onto the pillow. His ribs were aching. How did he have a hangover? What did he do last night?

"Oh, good. You're awake."

He could hear you, but he didn't want to open his eyes again.

"Sweetheart? What happened?"

You laughed sardonically, and Bradley felt you step over his body to get to the sink vanity. 

"I told you not to have more than one drink, but you didn't listen to me. And I'm so mad at Jake for buying you bourbon."

Bradley sat up gingerly and opened his eyes. "Why did I sleep in here?"

You shook your head at him. "Because you barely made it to the toilet before you started throwing up. And then you held Tramp up to your face and told him, and I quote, 'Let me sleep in the bathroom so my wife doesn't get mad' end quote."

Bradley opened his mouth to speak, but he just sat on the floor staring up at you.

"So, you are either already married, or you are under the impression that you've married me or Tramp."

Then he started to remember the previous night at the Hard Deck. Talking about making babies and engagement rings. He was panicking, suddenly convinced he had asked you to marry him while cross-faded on bourbon and pain killers. 

"I can tell by the look on your face that you're remembering some of what you said at the bar."

Bradley met your eyes and whispered, "Yes. Oh my god, how badly did I embarrass you?"

Your face broke out into a smile as you knelt on the floor next to him and kissed his cheek. "I'm not embarrassed, but maybe you should be. You told the guys you want to pump me full of babies! I thought Phoenix was going to cry!"

Bradley groaned and kissed your neck. "I'm not embarrassed about that, Baby Girl. I'd tell you that shit sober. I'd say it in front of the guys, too."

"I know you would," you whispered, running the tip of your nose along his scarred cheek. "Come on. I need you to get up and make sure your dress whites fit for your promotion banquet later this week."

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Bradley got undressed to try on his uniform while you were making dinner. After drinking about a gallon of water plus a few cups of coffee, his head was throbbing much less. As he walked in front of the full length mirror, he paused to examine himself. He'd been avoiding his own reflection as frequently as possible since he came home injured, and this was exactly why.

His left arm was absolutely covered in random pink scars. They would probably fade over time, just as the ones on his face and neck had, but these ones looked fresh and angry. He ran his right hand over the uneven skin and grimaced. Because on top of the scars, he had lost a lot of his muscle definition.  

Gone were his abs, only to be replaced by a little bit of pudge around his midsection. His biceps were nowhere near the size they had been, and now his shoulders looked lacking as well. Just a few short weeks of being banned from physical activity to help him heal, and now he would be spending months getting back to where he had been. 

Sighing, he pulled out his uniform and started to dress. The shirt wasn't as tight across his chest as it used to be. The jacket and pants were a little loose as well. "Shit," he mumbled as he buttoned the jacket and looked in the mirror straight on. 

You were literally a goddess, the most charming and lovely woman he had ever met. All you had to do was look at Bradley, and he was ready to take you to bed. Your body was perfection, all smooth skin and gorgeous features. He could look at you all day and never tire of the view. You deserved the best of everything in his mind. But he was so flawed, and now it was even worse.

"Dinner is just about ready, Roo... oh, my god!" You stopped in the doorway and stared at him. You were so pretty, your hair down, framing your face, wearing one of his shirts and his gym shorts. 

"What's wrong?" he asked, shifting nervously. "Is the fit noticeably bad?" He looked down at his uniform and then back at you.

You slowly shook your head. "You look so good," you whispered in a dreamy voice that made him shiver. 

Somehow you always made him feel sexy. He knew there was something about him that women liked. He got hit on occasionally at the Hard Deck, and he'd never had a hard time finding women who wanted to fuck him. But you always seemed to make him feel like he almost perhaps deserved you. 

"Well, I guess I look better in the uniform than out of it now," he remarked, checking himself in the mirror again. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" you asked him barely above a whisper as you walked over to him and ran your hands up and down his white uniform sleeves. 

Bradley watched you chew on your bottom lip as he said, "Just, you know... my arm looks totally fucked, and I no longer have abs."

"I'm sorry, I'm having a hard time understanding what you're saying right now," you whispered. "Are you trying to tell me my boyfriend isn't gorgeous?" 

Bradley opened his mouth to speak, but you were already inside his jacket and working on the buttons of his shirt. Your lips met his neck in an open mouthed kiss that ended in a moan, and your fingers were now rubbing his chest hair. 

"Um, I can't remember what I was about to say," he groaned as your hand trailed to the front of his white pants. 

"You're hot, Bradley," you told him, licking his neck scar. "And you always will be."

"I'm glad you think so, Baby Girl," he whispered as you got your hand inside his pants. 

You finished undressing him, and it felt so fucking natural. You had already seen his arm with the stitches removed, and you'd seen his soft middle. Maybe it wasn't all as bad as he imagined?

"You're hot. And I'm far from the only one who thinks so. You literally got hit on last night in your tank," you told him as you lowered his pants. Bradley had no recollection of that, but he supposed it must have happened if you said it did. 

"Besides, you told me last night at the bar that all you want to do is love me and take care of me," you told him as you draped his dress whites over the dresser and guided him to bed. "Sure, you were wasted at the time, but that's all I want to do for you, too."

Bradley let you run your fingers down his left arm, and you left a trail of kisses there as well. "Looks ugly," he mumbled. 

"You're perfect, Roo. And I know you wouldn't complain if I had scars."

"Fuck no, I wouldn't care, Sweetheart," Bradley said, and then smirked as you pushed him down on his back on the bed. "You kind of tricked me into agreeing with you."

"Yes, I did, because I'm right," you said with a grin. "I love your body all the time, especially right now, because you came back home to me."

Bradley pulled you down on top of him with a bubble of laughter. "Fine. I look good. We'll be the hottest couple at the promotion ceremony." 

"You're damn right we will be!" you agreed. Bradley worked his hands into the back of the waistband of the shorts and guided them down your hips. He watched you wiggle out of your underwear before you settled against him, straddling his midsection. He groaned and tossed his head back against the pillows while you rubbed your pussy along the scant trail of hair below his belly button. "So hot," you moaned, and Bradley looked up to see the wetness you were leaving on his skin.

"Fuck, fuck!" he gasped, his hands were on your hips, guiding you to grind harder against him. He watched you pull his tee shirt off followed by your bra. "So fucking pretty."

You leaned down to kiss his lips, muttering, "So are you," as you rubbed yourself all over him. When you finally guided him inside you, whining as you took his length, Bradley was seeing stars. 

You rode him so well, one hand grabbing his left arm, and the other planted gently on his belly where he was still slick with your wetness. Bradley watched your hungry gaze on his body as you got off on his dick, and of course he was right there with you.

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Thanks for reading! Next up is Bradley's promotion ceremony. Just three chapters left in this series!

PART 23

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[chaerrycake]

4:44 pm... with seungmin

minors, ageless & empty blogs dni !!

smut content ! established relationship, oral & fingering (reader receiving), praises, pet names (angel, baby, my love), little bit of aftercare. and the ending might be a bit cheesy & corny sorry. reader is afab but no gender specified.

your bare body lays down on your bed, legs spread as your boyfriend stares at your dripping cunt and brings his nose closer to take in your scent.

a satisfied hum leaves his lips and a small smirk accompanies it. he takes a glance at you, making eye contact with your needy eyes, and starts softly rubbing his fingers on your cunt.

"minnie." you whine as he continues his teasing, his smirk only growing bigger.

he applies a bit more of pressure with his fingers and starts touching you faster, you moan in both pleasure and gratitude that he has (seemingly) stopped teasing.

"is that better, angel?" he knows the answer, he always knows, he just wants you to say it yourself.

"yes, minnie, yes" you speak so quietly, almost mumbling, as you try to maintain eye contact with him. 

"you’re being so good to me today, angel” his praises make you leave a needy whimper, reaching to gently grasp on the soft, light brown strands of his hair.

he pushes two of his digits inside of you, making you gasp loudly at the sudden feeling. he starts moving slowly, curling his long fingers and exploring the body he knows better than his own.

your cheeks show him a beautiful rosy blush as he starts going faster and faster, your lips parted as incoherent sounds release out of you. your grip on his hair tightens and you buck your hips into his hand.

his other hand, almost immediately, holds the left side of your hips in order to keep you still. a slight warning can be seen on his gaze, and you don't hesitate to interpret is as a "don't move."

his fingers work beautifully inside of you, his tongue reaches to caress your clit and he sighs in satisfaction.

"my baby, always tasting so good" his tongue starts roughly licking your cunt as his fingers keep on those sweet spots. his pink lips reach out to your clit and gives it tiny kisses, and you feel yourself getting closer to your release.

you call for his name in a whimper, tugging a bit tighter on his hair to get his attention.

without pulling away too far, he tells you "i know, my love. let go for me, yeah?" and goes back to what he was doing but this time rougher, determined to make you cum.

you struggle with staying still. you feel as if you completely lost control of you own body, as if it was hypnotized by seungmin. the closer your orgasm seemed to be, the more your body craved him, the closer it wanted seungmin to be.

with a loud moan you release, and he slowly removes his fingers while his lips give tiny pecks all over your cunt. he removes his grip on your waist and draws tiny circles with his digits.

he gently moves up to be on top of you, his elbows giving him the support to face you (and not crush you).

your glassy eyes stare at him and it feels like he's reading a book in your eyes, a book that tells him all your beautiful and raw emotions towards him. admiration, passion, lust, comfort, trust, happiness and most importantly, love.

he smiles drunk in love and he brings the fingers that worked on your cunt to your lips. without any words needed, you suck on them.

"so good to me, baby" he praises once he removes his fingers from your mouth. he gently cups your face with his left hand and kisses your lips, in such a passionate yet soft way. his kiss shows the same feeling your gaze gave him, the same book that your eyes read out loud for him, his lips were reading it for you.

"let's go clean you up, okay my love?" you nod as you wrap your arms around your boyfriend's neck, feeling completely safe and happy as you take in his sweet, vanilla scent and feel the warmth of his body.

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Smile

Jimin x Reader

Summary: When you come home from a terrible day at work, Jimin’s there to comfort you.

Warnings: lil angst, swearing

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I’m sorry it took me a bit to get to, I got stuck. I hope you’re doing better, and if you ever need to message and vent, you're more than welcome to!

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Letting out a relieved breath as you let yourself into your apartment, you let your things slowly slump to the floor, kicking your shoes off haphazardly to rest next to them before padding off through the house.

You’d had what was easily one of the worst days ever at work, the usual hectic chaos of your shift topped off by a particularly rude customer who’d wound up yelling at you over something you didn’t even have control over.

You’d done your best to keep your calm and manage the situation, but it’d still been upsetting. Even now, your hands were still slightly shaky as you leaned against the kitchen counter, taking another deep breath to steady yourself, more than ready to bring this awful day to a close and not think about it for a while.

“Hey.” You jumped slightly at the soft sound of Jimin's voice from behind you, relief flooding your system as you turned to see him standing in the doorway, eyeing you curiously.

“Hey,” You said, straightening up as you tried to keep your voice light. “I thought you wouldn’t be home til late.”

“I managed to get out rehearsals early.” He said, concern evident in his face as he studied you, coming over to rest his hands on your waist. “Everything okay?”

“Mhm.” You tried to nod, but you could already feel your resolve wavering, vision blurring with tears as your eyes met his.

“Sweetie,” He frowned, pulling you closer, his touch gentle as if he was worried he might break you. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

Since the very beginning of your relationship, Jimin had been your safe space, where you could let your walls collapse and you would be okay, shielded by the warmth and protection of his embrace. The same touch that now allowed the floodgates to open, all your frustration and stress from the day pouring out as you buried your face in his chest, managing to tell him what had happened in between muffled sobs.

“But, Love, that wasn’t your fault.” He tried to soothe you, stroking your hair as he held you close.

“I know, but it doesn’t feel that way.” You mumbled. “Maybe I could’ve done better, or maybe I-”

“Hey,” He caught your chin, tilting your face up to get you to look at him. “I mean it, you didn’t do anything wrong. You did the best that you could do, and if those assholes couldn’t see it, that’s their fault, not yours.”

You bit your lip, trying to stem the flow of your tears as he softened his tone, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“You’re so much more patient than me though,” He commented. “I would’ve probably punched that guy.”

“You would not.” You said, letting out a weak chuckle.

“Would too, I would’ve given them a whoop-ah!” He squawked, miming a karate chop and making you burst out laughing.

“There’s that smile.” He said, grinning as he leaned in to press another kiss to your lips. “You know, I think your smile’s my favorite thing in the whole world?”

“I thought it was my eyes?” You asked, stealing another peck.

“I can have more than one favorite!” He argued, making you giggle again. “You want me to list them all?”

“I don’t know, is it a long list?” You asked.

“Yeah, it takes a while to list everything about you.” He said, making you blush, before leaving another soft kiss on your lips.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“Anytime.” He replied. “Do you wanna watch a movie or something? Might make you feel better?”

“Can we just go to bed?” You asked, feeling better just from being with him.

“Of course.” He nodded, spinning around and hooking your arms around his shoulders so he could carry you on his back, making you let out another laugh.

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If Your Love is in Trouble (Part Two)

"Now I'm constantly reminded of the time I was nineteen" Halsey, 100 Letters

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem! Reader x Harry Osborn

Content Warning: Safe chapter, no warnings that I can think of. Harry Osborn doing Harry Osborn activities.

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Peter stood stuck in place, hands curling into nervous fists in his pockets before loosening and fighting their way out. He rubbed his palms against his jeans, wiping the sweat from them as he stared at the tall figure in front of him. (Y/N) held onto him, the two swaying their embrace. 

“Not excited to see me Petey?” Harry’s voice teased as he wrapped an arm around (Y/N) as she stepped out from their embrace. 

“Just a bit in shock, last time I saw you- you were still having your man servants blow dry your hair in the morning.” 

Harry chuckled, stepping out from their girl. Approaching him with shaking hands, Peter smiled and fell into the draw of Harry’s presence. He’s always had that effect on him. 

“Yeah well, you and red over here were still getting your braces locked together last time I saw you. But now you have perfect teeth.” He teased, his hand clapping on his friend's shoulder. Eyes glancing over his face, both more mature now. Harry finally grew into his facial features, his jawline was sharp, dimples flashing as he smiled. Pete always thought Harry was the better looking one between the two of them. “Now there’s nothing distracting from your unibrow.”

“Shut up.” The brunette cackled, letting his hand linger thinking about his next move. 

Peter wrapped his arms around Harry pulling him in for a hug. The two fall into a warm embrace like they used to. Harry’s head resting on his friend's shoulder, Peter’s chin tucked into Harry’s neck. For a moment Harry never left. 

“I’m sorry about your dad, Har.”

Harry pulled back, his clutch on Peter’s jacket never loosened. “Hey, it’s alright. Long time coming and all y’know.” 

Harry spoke dismissively, shaking his head. (Y/N) walked up to the two confused, looking at Harry. “I thought you said everything was fine? Is this why you came home?”

 Peter reached his hand out grabbing her shoulder, his thumb rubbing slightly. It was just like Harry to keep his pain and business to himself. Harry shrugged hands in the pockets of his slacks. 

“I didn’t want you to worry, besides, not like he and I were ever best friends. Feels more like losing a distant uncle than a…a dad.”

Peter nodded his other hand reaching out to grab Harry’s shoulder. “We’re here for you man. Really, you name it.” 

Harry smiled, his hands grabbing Peter’s forearm as he laughed. “Well honestly I’m starving, maybe you guys…wanna go for lunch?” Harry offered up, Peter thought on it shrugging his shoulders. (Y/N) shook her head, pointing at the upstairs window mumbling about an assignment she had due soon. Peter’s eyes flashed towards Harry quickly thinking on what they should do next.

“Well we can do it the old fashion way.” 

Harry smirked, turning back towards her door. Peter wrapped his arm around (Y/N) as they walked. “Where is that old…ah ha!” Harry felt around the doorframe grabbing a colorful spare key off the top. 

“Aren’t you supposed to change the hiding spot every six weeks?”

“Tell my dad not me.” (Y/N) laughed as she pushed past the two of them dropping her bag on the chair by the door. Peter was the last one to step in looking around the house he hadn’t stepped foot into in what felt like eternity. Still feeling like home. Snapping out of his daze he felt Harry bump his shoulder grabbing his attention. 

“So are you still two locking braces again? I didn’t like it the first time I had to pull you two apart and..” 

“No no.” Peter laughed. “It’s complicated. It’s a long story..”

“Oh I know.” Harry kicked his feet up on the coffee table, turning the tv on. Peter tilted his head at Harry. He knew? What did he mean by that exactly? Peter’s eyes drifted from Harry to (Y/N) standing in the kitchen making them all a snack tray. Suddenly everything was falling into place, and the low vibration still hung in the back of Peter’s skull but there was no danger around. He thought maybe he was dehydrated, he rubbed the back of his head sighing. 

“When did you two..? Start talking again?”

Harry sucked in a breath, biting down on his cheek as he stared at the brunette. There was a slight feeling of betrayal that pinged in Peter’s heart, but he couldn’t be mad; he's the one who’d left her with no one. Harry slumped his shoulders and let his eyes drift to the ground. 

“She called me crying one night about a year ago. Told me that she just felt really lonely and..she hated reaching out to me but she didn’t know who else to call. I asked where you were cause, fuck, the way she was crying had me thinking you fucking died and I was panicked. Told me that you and her had this..issue come up and you weren’t friends anymore.” Harry sighed, laying his hands out in defeat. 

“You couldn’t even say I love you? Come on Pete, you’re better than that.” 

He really wasn’t. They both knew that. Both knew that Peter had been in love with (Y/N) since seventh grade, so why say it? Why couldn’t she just accept what it was? Accept that for the moment he chose Gwen because she was who he needed..needed? Peter shook off the thought, raising his shoulders with a laugh. 

“I’ve had it rough the last couple years, I didn't wanna bother her with that. I’m no good for her.” 

As Harry opened his mouth to talk, the subject of the matter walked in with a snack tray in hand. She looked between the two as she sat the platter out on the coffee table, feeling the tension. Peter cleared his throat and sat in the yellow loveseat opposite from the couch. It was always his favorite spot in her house. They always took naps in it together after school, (Y/N) nested into his side arms around her his head in her hair. He should have told her he loved her then. (Y/N) grabbed her bag and settled next to Harry on the couch pulling out her laptop as Harry flipped through the channels, their legs touching as they relaxed. Had he’d been replaced? Was that fair? 

“So Harry you got a girl, you still fucking that supermodel?” 

Did that sound too bitter? To blunt?

Harry shook his head, his leg nudging (Y/N)’s playfully. “No dude..that whole supermodel thing is exhausting.” 

Harry grabbed onto (Y/N)’s leg pulling her legs into his lap letting her stretch out as she types away on her laptop, laughing with them. Peter took a shaky breath seeing the two entangled. Harry meant no harm, he was always handsy with her, they both were. It was different now, they were adults with different intentions. Jealousy washed in and out of Peter like an angry wave at high tide. Maybe he was too bitter, he needed to lighten up- Harry was home and that’s what mattered. 

“Oh I know.” Peter rolled his eyes playfully as he laughed dramatically. 

“No, no I’m not seeing anyone right now. Only girl I care about seeing is red over here.” Harry smiled. “Why do you ask? You wanna kiss me Pete?”

(Y/N) giggled, shaking her head. “Can you two make out somewhere else please?” 

“Oh I’ll take him to the laundry room, don’t worry about it.” Peter joked, flashing (Y/N) a knowing look. Her eyes widened slightly before dropping back to the computer screen. Harry tilted his head smiling slightly, flashing them both a confused look. 

“Do I even want to know? Scratch that, no I don’t.” Harry chuckled, his hand rubbing up and down (Y/N)’s leg eyes glued to the TV. 

“Let’s just say after my eighteen birthday party Peter wasn’t allowed at my house unsupervised for a month.” 

“God I missed so much..I missed you guys.” Harry laughed, head leaning back against the couch cushion. Peter nodded, kicking his foot out to hit his friend's knee. 

“Don’t sulk, you're back now. That’s what matters.” Peter says, pointing a finger at him. “And you’re not going anywhere.” Peter jumped at his phone vibrating in his pocket, Gwen’s name and contact photo popping up, suddenly he was jumping up. The two on the couch looking at him confused and slightly panicked. 

“I gotta go..I..I’ll text you guys later.” Peter clapped a hand on Harrys, nodding and out of muscle memory he kissed the top of (Y/N)’s head. He took a step back shaking his head staring at her. “Sorry, sorry. I gotta go..” Peter ran towards the door. 

“Hey! Before you go I’m having a party tonight kind of a welcome home thing. You better come!” Harry yelled from his spot on the couch. 

“Yeah, yeah! ‘Course, see you then!” Peter yelled back, shutting the door behind him. 

“He does that a lot now huh?” Harry asked as the silence lingered. (Y/N) nodded her head, giving her shoulders a shrug looking over her computer screen at him. There was only ever one person besides her that Peter would drop everything for. 

“Gwen called and of course he ran out.”

“Gwen..? Fucking Gwen Stacy?”

Harry sounded shocked, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 

“Yeah they started dating but not really at the start of senior year, took a break then got really serious around January after her dad died. It was a whole thing..” (Y/N) shrugged. “They broke up though, like right after graduation and then Pete became a hermit. Today is the first time I've seen him in months..I don’t know if the whole timeline is messy and fuzzy.” (Y/N) laughed, turning her attention back to the laptop. 

“Sounds fuzzy..and you and him were still a thing when he was with Gwen?” 

“It was complicated, they were hanging out. Peter and I were never a ‘thing’ , we were friends who kissed sometimes..okay, a lot of times. Doesn’t matter, and yes Gwen was fine with it but they became official after I..”

“Professed your dying love? Yikes.” 

“Hey, it’s whatever.” (Y/N) sighs, kicking Harry in the thigh. “Peter just wanted to be my friend, and then he didn’t even want to be that. Who can blame him? I fucked that up so badly.” 

“I’d want to be your friend after you professed your dying love for me, fuck I’d confess it back.” 

(Y/N) stopped typing, her fingers hanging over the keyboard staring at Harry confused. Harry laughed and stared back. “If I was the one in love with you of course.” He says awkwardly. She only nodded in response, squinting her eyes at him slightly suddenly extremely aware of his hand on her thigh. 

“Maybe you are and it’s just deeply repressed. That childhood admiration, love, or whatever.” 

“Yeah..” There was a sweetness in Harry’s usual brooding voice as he spoke. He slowly closed her laptop. “Maybe. Who knows.” He says sliding the laptop onto the coffee table, inching slightly closer. (Y/N) swallowed hard, she hadn’t realized how blue his eyes were..were they always that blue? She smiled slightly at the pink tint on his cheek. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

It was a whisper that she almost didn’t catch, but she had and it hung in the air around them. Warming them both in the comfort they craved from those around them. 

“Harry..” She whispered back, struggling to find an answer. Her eyes glancing at the door waiting for Peter to bust through the door and throw a fit like he had when he found her and Garret Leads kissing at Gwen's birthday party. 

“Yeah..yes. I’d like that.” 

She wasn’t sure what compelled her to say yes. Maybe it was the need to feel his comfort for the first time in years. Maybe she had some repressed feelings herself. She didn’t have time to come up with an answer because before she knew it his lips were on hers, his hand cupping her cheeks. His lips moving softly against hers, taking their time. He pulled back smiling slightly, his thumb stroking a small beauty mark on her cheek as he looked at her. She started to lean back in before the door opened back up, the two jumping apart from one another like startled teenagers. 

“Little Osborn! Long time no see.” (Y/N)’s mom smiled as she walked into the living room. “How have you been?” 

“Good! Good, great.” He laughed it off smiling at her mom. (Y/N) held back a laugh, her face feeling extremely warm. Her mother nodded at them before heading up stairs. “Have fun you two! Oh and tell Peter Harry is back!”

“He knows!” (Y/N) yells back up the stairs at her mom. Harry drops his head in his hands laughing, (Y/N) hiding her face in the cushions. 

“I..I can’t believe you still live with your parents. Pete, yeah. But you! Shocking”

(Y/N) playfully rolled her eyes. “Not everyone can inherit a gorgeous penthouse in this economy Ozzy.” The nickname slips back into her vocabulary like it was meant to be there. 

“Right. Well, I have to go to my gorgeous penthouse and get ready for tonight.” Harry says. “And eat some real food, the snacks were nice though. Thank you.” He smiles, standing over her as she still lounges on the couch. 

“Yeah, course anytime.” She says looking up at him. He smiled as he leaned down to her face. She smiles back, eyes looking between his lips and eyes. Harry sighed softly, breath fanning her face as he pursed his lips to her cheek, letting them rest there before pulling away. 

“See you tonight.” 

“Yeah, tonight.” She confirmed, her hand holding the spot on her cheek as Harry disappeared out of the threshold and towards the front door. 

Oh god. She thought, grabbing her laptop and opening it back up. What has she done to herself? 

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Safe Zone | 0.9 | Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin x Reader

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Synopsis: A team of elite naval aviators holding down the fort at the North Island Air Base while they wait for reinforcements after a virus sweeps the continental U.S. - only, it’s been three months and no one has shown up.

Warnings: Warnings: gore, death, violence and pretty graphic mentions of all things zombie related, love triangle, smut (18+, minors dni), angst etc. smut, unprotected pinv

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You’re woken by three gentle knocks on the door. Eyes flying open, you remember that this isn’t your bed that you’re cosied up in, or your pillows that you’re hugging tight. You shoot upright and launch yourself out of the sheets, stumbling as your legs struggle to keep up with you.

You twist the lock and tug the door open, “Sorry, I—“

You close your mouth quickly, locking eyes with Jake over Rooster’s shoulder. He rests his hand against the door handle opposite and quirks a brow just slightly. You swallow dryly as the memories come flooding back. His teeth grazing over your jugular, taut and hard abs pressed into your back. The gravel of his tone as he muttered against your earlobe that he was so fucking close.

Remembering quickly that the door is halfway open and you’re blocking Rooster from entering his own room, your body burns an uncomfortable, humiliation-fuelled heat as you look back at him.

“… Overslept.”

Jake almost grins. All flustered like this, glancing across at him periodically as you pull the door the rest of the way open and let Rooster in. Wearing just a tank top and a men’s pair of gym shorts, ill-fitting but more comfortable than your tactical pants. Jake’s eyes, green and cunning, flick downwards to the sliver of visible skin between the bottom of your shirt and the waistband of your shorts. He looks back up at you silently.

“You’re good,” Rooster shrugs as he steps past you, his shoulder grazing yours. Jake’s lips tug at the corners, almost smiling at you. It’s mocking, almost sympathetic, before he turns and lets himself into his room. His door closes behind him without a word. Rooster’s already peeling his shirt off behind you. “Did you sleep alright?”

You close his door behind him and nod, trying to comb your fingers over your head. There’s no point in trying to comb through it, but the least you can do is smooth it down a bit.

“Um, yeah,” You swallow and turn back to face him as he leans down to take his boots off. He’s dirty again, fingers dusted with a layer of dry dirt, blood at the tips. You don’t ask what he has been up to. “Better than I have in a while.”

His lips quirk up into a real smile as he glances towards the mess that you’ve made of his previously neatly made bed. Not that he minds a bit. “Comfy, right?”

You cross your arms over your chest. “Yeah. I guess.” It would be too easy to play into the trap that he’s setting. To fawn all over him and his cozy room. You’ve already got a safe place to stay and it isn’t here. But fuck, his bed is comfy.

“You can sleep some more, if you want,” He reaches down and starts to unlace his boots. The light catches his face, illuminating his swollen cheek, and the small, jagged cut along his cheekbone. “I’ll wake you up before your shift.”

You give a soft shake of your head, “I’m alright.”

Rooster shrugs, kicking his boots off and nudging them towards his closet with his foot, then popping open the button on his pants. “I promise you won’t wake up with me spooning you or something — I’m gonna be in the shower for a while.”

“How’d you get that cut?” So abrupt that you’ve almost interrupted him, manners mean nothing as you walk towards him and cock your head to the side.

Rooster’s eyes lift, landing on yours. He studies you, unmoving as you reach out and touch the puffy skin below the cut. Your brows knit together. It’s too barbed to be from a knife of from glass, something else entirely.

“Diamond,” Rooster answers you calmly, his voice low, soft still. “Wedding ring caught me right there.”

Your lips tug at the corners, smoothing the dirt off of his cheek with your thumb. It’s nice, that he’s making a point of not lying to you. Jake still hasn’t said a word to you since he zipped his pants back up.

“Did she find out you had another girl in your bed?” You tease him. Rooster’s face softens into an amused smile as he tugs his zippers down. Broad shoulders raise and fall into an aloof shrug, his dog tags settling between his pecs.

“One night in here and you’re already getting off at the thought of making other girls jealous, huh?”

You scoff. The first thought to cross your mind is that he would be jealous if he knew. The second thought is to doubt that. He steps out of his pants, still shaking his head with that amused little smile on his face. You’re not so sure that he would be jealous of your quick, dirty fuck against a shelving unit with Hangman.

Actually, you think that he might laugh at you for it.

“Did you wanna shower here before I get mud all over it?” Rooster offers, standing upright and craning his neck from side to side. Turns out, being hunched over, digging a shallow grave for a couple of hours, isn’t the best for your spine health. You lift your brows at him. “It’s warm.”

Standing there in nothing but a pair of black boxers and his tags, he stares at you, waiting for his response. His entire body aches; three days of fucking chaos around this place and barely a break inbetween it all. But, he’s acutely aware of the fact you haven’t had warm water in almost four months, and he’s willing to wait.

“I’m starting to understand how you get girls around here to go so crazy for you,” There’s no way that you can stand here and sincerely thank him for being so nice to you, when you’ve been consistently stepping on his toes for about a month now, so the playful taunting continues. “Do you give every girl the spa treatment?”

Again, his lips quirk just softly, but he shakes his head. “No, we aren’t supposed to let civilians see our spaces. You’re my first overnight guest, actually.”

Your nod is small, he can tell that you’re just trying to figure him out. He’s pretty sure that he already has you figured. You’re just like Jake.

“C’mere, I’ll show you how it works.” He nods his head for you to follow him and pushes open the bathroom door. It’s bigger than the shower in your room, and he has more than just generic shampoo and soap. Two big, fluffy grey towels are hung up on the back of the door. He gets the water running and leaves you to it without question.

You almost instinctively hiss as you step under the stream of water, expecting that same stinging chill that you would normally get. Instead, it’s just the right side of warm, bordering hot. You exhale slowly and let it soak your muscles. Shampoo comes next, it’s something citrusy and basic, but anything scented feels nice after this long.

Rooster almost jumps when you step back out. He’s putting his dirty clothes into his laundry hamper, his bed is made again — all that Navy training still counts for something, even now. His eyes land on you, still wet, droplets of water skimming your skin, wrapped in one of those grey towels.

“Thought you would’ve taken longer,” He comments, eyes darting down and then back up. He grabs his watch from his bedside table and checks the time. “Maybe next time, huh?”

Your lips quirk as you step out of your way and let him move around you. “Maybe.” He’s never seen you so coy. You’re kind of sweet when your hackles aren’t up like a damn animal. He shoots you a quick wink.

“Alright, I’m gonna shower and try to sleep for a sec. I’ll come get you from your room tonight?” He offers, leaning up against the bathroom doorframe. You smile, giving him a small nod. He hums in agreement, tells you to have a good day and then shuts the door behind him.

You dress yourself quickly and leave before he has a chance to return, walking softly so that your boots don’t draw any attention as you leave. Your first rotation is the west wall with Yale. His real name’s Logan, and he’s about as beige as a man can be. That three hour shift drags. He says maybe four words to you the entire time.

After that, you’re by the mess hall for lunch with a couple of other volunteers and some low level ensigns. Nothing important enough here for the higher ups to concern themselves with, they have bigger problems.

“You’re not making sense, Floyd.” Cyclone scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose between his index and thumb, rubbing circles like it will force this persistent migraine out of his brain. Gray is taking over his roots now, growing at an accelerated rate. These last few months feel like they have aged him more than the rest of his life. Especially these last twenty-four hours.

“If you listened to me, you’d get it,” Bob bites back, venom dripping from his tongue as he leans forwards across the table. “Utah. Colorado. They’re both gone. Communication stopped completely like Washington.”

Bradley presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek and spreads his knees a little further. It freaks him out how much Bob worries about this stuff. If Bob’s worried, there’s reason to be scared.

“Okay — well, what do you suggest we do about it?”

“Wait, why are they disappearing? — I’d like to focus on that.” Phoenix interrupts, her chin propped up on her fist, barely awake after three consecutive nights on the front gate.

“I think they’re getting overrun.” Bob’s voice is serious and low. He tucks his hair behind his ears, already growing bothered by how long it’s getting without his wife here to cut it. “They all had problems like ours. Dead wandering out of the cities, build ups at the perimeters. They all cut out without warning — it’s not an energy issue because I can still see them on the board.”

Jake leaves the meeting with an even bigger headache than the one he went in with. He runs his fingers through his hair, settled into the fact that the world has ended and that there’s nothing to be done about it. Staying alive for as long as is convenient is fine in his books. His shift is with you, now.

He already knows that it’s going to be complicated. You’re mad at him for the quarantine, he could probably be mad at you for running off to Rooster about it, if he cared enough to be. That argument’s over fast enough anyway. Ten minutes before you realize that he isn’t going to say sorry and finally decide to start ignoring him. He’s alright with that for a while. But silence doesn’t make a four hour long shift go any faster.

“So, you’re fucking Rooster.” It’s a casual comment, accompanied by a soft grunt as Jake hoists the canister off of the ground. You’re already looking over at him. Watching the muscles in his arms as he moves them from point A to B.

It’s shit work. Designed to keep the worker bees busy. You’re not too sure what kind of shit hit the fan last night that today’s work is clearing out an old, dust-covered hangar. Beyond the breach at the south wall, obviously.

Something bigger happened last night. But Jake won’t tell you anything; it’s no use pestering him. You trail your index finger through the dust on a box to your left and give a small shrug of your shoulders. You knew that he would bring up what he had seen this morning.

“You gonna cry about it, Hangman?”

He lifts his head, green eyes staring right at you. God, it’s like lightning strikes when he does that. You stare back at him wordlessly, waiting for your answer, letting the heels of your shoes knock into the box that you’re sitting on.

Jake means forwards, palms open against the boxes in front of him. His head tilts a quarter of an inch to the right. Something wolfish — predator, prey. You lean back and brace your weight on your hands. Mimicking him, you cock your head a fraction to the left.

Finally, he gives a soft shake of his head.

“Cry over you, baby? — Pretty arrogant thing to just assume.”

“Yeah, I see the way you look at me.” You answer back, feeling that familiar pulse between your legs and tiny little itch in the back of your brain. It’s a bad idea, but the world ended — bad ideas now don’t mean as much as they did back then.

He sets the canister that he’s holding down and flexes his fists. His shoes leave footprints in the dust, one in front of the other as he stalks towards you.

“How’s that?”

Instead of answering, you end the game a beat earlier. Fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt, you tug it slowly up and out from its neat spot in your waistband.

Jake continues towards you, reaching out and grabbing the backs of your knees. Parting your legs swiftly, he steps between them and watches as you pull the black fabric over your head.

His palms flex around the backs of your thighs, squeezing softly at your legs over the fabric of your cargo pants. You lift your chin, eyes steadily on his intoxicating green stare as you reach back and unclasp your bra. The straps fall from your shoulders, the garment is quickly discarded and dropped beside your shirt.

Still watching you, Jake’s hands leave your thighs and go for his own belt. Tugging the khaki material from the loops, the buckle clatters loudly as he works it open in front of you. Sunlight pouring through every window, the tin walls insulating the space. Droplets of sweat beading down your back, saliva pooling on your tongue.

Jake pops open the button on his pants and drags his zipper down. Reaching out tentatively, your fingertips beach the bottom of his black shirt. Skimming slowly along his furiously warm skin, you rake your nails gently along the muscled ridges on his abdomen.

“Off.” Your voice is low, calm but with no intention of being quiet about it. Jake curls a fist into the shirt and peels it over his head without protest, dropping it down beside yours. His dog tags move with the material and drop back down against his chest.

You lean slowly forwards and press your lips to his navel. Salt on his skin, his hand comes to rest against the back of your head as you work open-mouthed kisses along his toned stomach.

His fingers curl into your hair and keep you there, letting his head lull back to stare at the old tin roof as your teeth nip at his hip bone.

“I didn’t fuck him,” You decide to admit as your hands grab at Jake’s hips, keeping him still as you lick the salt from his skin. Jake looks down at you, unreadable. You graze your bite gently at the exposed skin above his waistband. “I might, though.”

You lift your gaze, looking at him through your lashes, pressing an almost romantic kiss against his stomach. Jake can’t hold it back anymore, letting his lips quirk up amusedly. You’re a trip.

“Free country.” Jake replies, cupping his palm over your breast and trailing his thumb in a circle around your nipple. You intoxicate yourself on all the eye contact that he’ll give you as he pinches the sensitive bud between his index and thumb, almost enough for it to be mean. “Now stand up and turn around.”

You smile up at him. Jake knows he just picked the correct answer. He gets you like that. Standing up, you turn around and unbutton your pants. Jake grabs the material and tugs it swiftly down your legs, leaving you in just a plain black pair of underwear in front of him.

His hand dips between your legs, index and middle pressing the fabric into your cunt and feeling your excitement soak through it.

“Bend over.”

You do as he says, pressing your ass into his crotch and wriggling your hips, feeling the tent in his boxers grind perfectly against your core.

He palms over the curve of your ass and grabs at your underwear, pushing it down your legs. You jolt softly as you feel his mouth between your legs. Kissing softly at your folds, your thighs. You shiver, afternoon sun still warming your skin, as his tongue maps the way from your hole to your clit.

It’s more for himself than for your benefit, you know that. Just allowing himself a taste of you rather than bothering to get you off with his tongue. Annoyingly, it only spurs you on more to know that he’s arrogant enough that he’s so confident that he can make you cum that he doesn’t even bother.

Teasing him by telling him you’re going to fuck his — whatever Rooster is — friend, maybe, it doesn’t warrant the best that he can give you. No, he already knows that you’ll take whatever he gives you.

You flinch as he spits harshly between your legs and stands up.

“Fuck.” You breathe out as he spins you back around to face him. He didn’t get to see your face last time. Pushed back so that you’re half-sitting on the boxes, you lips part as he guides the tip of his cock between your legs. He gathers his spit and your excitement over his swollen head, and presses into you at once. “O-Oh — fuck.”

You whine at the stretch, leaning back on your palms. You part your legs further and hook them around his hips. Jake catches hold of your jaw, angling it to face him, exhaling slowly.

His green eyes study you, hips rocking just slowly. It’s intimate, affectionate — and all too fucking much for the middle of the day in an out of use airplane hangar.

“Jake — christ, this isn’t our wedding night, you don’t have to be so gentle.”

His lips quirk softly at the idea. Trailing his thumb gently along your cheek, then swiping it across your bottom lip. Slow, intimate. Not what this is supposed to be. You gasp as he drives sharply into you, his nose scrunching just slightly as your walls flex around him.

“You know a lot about wedding nights, sweetheart?” His fingers curl tighter around your jaw as he tips your chin back so that you’re looking at him.

Your heart stops. Jake doesn’t, fucking into you, uniformed and rough enough to drive a breathless grunt from your lips. Blinking up at him, your brows furrowed just slightly and he knows he has hit the nail on the head. It was a shot in the dark, but Jake has always known how to ruffle feathers, and he just did it. So successfully, too. You stare at him, pupils blown wide.

There isn’t a ring on your finger now, and there’s no jilted husband looking to murder Jake, that’s all that matters in his eyes.

Jake squeezes your jaw and kisses you hard, nipping at the tip of your tongue. He’s quick in tearing you back out of the state of shock that he had just knocked you into. It should worry you, that your husband’s face doesn’t even cross your mind. You barely think of Michael — still too shocked that Jake could’ve said that — too caught up in how good it feels for Jake to be touching you.

“Gone awfully quiet, sweetheart.” Jake reminds you, tipping your chin back so that he can look you in the eye. God, he’s even more intoxicating up close. You narrow your eyes at him and grab the back of his neck.

“Shut your mouth.” You demand, pressing your heel into the small of his back and leaning back on your palm with your free hand, arching your chest upwards. “Or put it to good use, fuck.”

Jake chuckles, lowering his head to kiss at your tits. He nips at the skin, eyes on you like it’s a threat that he might mark your skin. You’ll get your own back, you’re good at this game too, it’s just the last thing on your mind when your orgasm is winding tight in your stomach. Tension, growing tighter and tighter. Jake’s tongue flicking over your sensitive nipple, his thumb working rough but uniformed circles on your clit and his cock, hitting you at exactly the right angle.

You’re both silent as you dress yourselves again, tugging your shirt back into place while he buckles his belt.

“So, are you gonna have another sleepover with your boyfriend tonight?” Jake asks you, his voice teetering on the meaner side of playful. You look at him over your shoulder and nod slowly, giving him a calm mhm in response. Jake chuckles dryly, then nods as he starts to walk towards you. “Tell Bradshaw I said hi, alright, honey?”

He kisses your jaw, then turns back to the work that he was doing.

As promised, Rooster collects you from the room that you’re forced into sharing just after sundown. He has the night off and so do you. So do most of the volunteers. You’ve noticed that, since the quarantine, the only people out after dark seem to be the senior staff.

That’s a question for another time. As you’re settled down onto Rooster’s couch, in your actual pyjamas this time, playing a low stakes game of blackjack, you’ve got a much more prevalent question on your mind.

“So, what was up with Mrs. Hewitt? — Was she bit?” You’ve already got your theories, but you can trust Rooster to provide you with the truth more than anyone else. He glances up at you, honey-coloured eyes even warmer under the amber glow of his lamp.

“Mm, I shouldn’t be telling you.” He gives a soft shake of his head and glances back towards the cards. You’re sitting with a king, and an unturned card. He looks towards you, “Are you gonna hit?”

You glance towards your cards, then back to him, then nod. “Yeah. I’ll hit.”

Rooster sets the card down, facing up. A six. He looks towards you, serious as he flips over his other card at the same time as you turn yours. He’s got a twelve. After you’re hit, you’re sitting pretty with a twenty-one.

“I can keep a secret.” You tell him calmly, knees tucked up to your chest as the two of you sit at opposite sides of the couch. He nods.

“She wasn’t bit, she was just infected,” Rooster explains calmly. He figures that there’s no harm in you knowing. Everyone will know eventually, whether they’re told or if they figure it out on their own. “She just died, then turned.”

You stretch your legs out a little towards him, not shocked. It’s exactly what you already thought. You still remember your neighbour picking himself up off of the floor now, turning towards you, every blood vessel in both of his eyes popped to make them an especially sinister red, snarling lowly at you.

“What? — You’ve seen this before?” Rooster catches on, the cards forgotten as he rests his arm against the back of the couch. You swallow softly, then nod.

“I mean… I thought that he must’ve been bit, or scratched, and I just hadn’t seen it, but — he was like ninety. I think he just died. He lived across the hall from me, and I went to check on him that first night.” That’s a lie. Just a small one. It had been your idea to go and check on him, but it hadn’t been you who had used the spare key to get into his apartment. You shiver at the thought.

Bradley studies your face, watching it change into something different. Something more vulnerable than you’ve ever let him see before. He knits his brows together slightly and reaches out for you, resting his hand against your forearm.

“Can… could we go to sleep? — It’s been a long day.” You ask him. You both hear it, that small tremble at the end. Neither one of you mentions it. He nods his head quickly and sets the cards down on the end table. You silently brush your teeth in his bathroom, glancing up at each other periodically. Then, you both settle down into his bed.

Side by side, not touching, just staring at the ceiling.

You close your eyes and you see your neighbour again, bloodshot eyes, snarling. When you open them, there’s nothing but white paint. Closing them once more, you see Michael. Laying on that kitchen floor with his throat torn open, choking.

“G’night.” Rooster whispers to you. You swallow, nodding softly as you turn onto your side, facing the wall and echo the word back to him.

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[elvisabutler]

for my own private collection

summary: having a boyfriend who's a pornstar means everyone gets a piece of him. you request a piece all for yourself. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x female reader word count: 1217 warnings: austin butler as a pornstar. edging. masturbation ( m and f ). orgasm control. mild daddy and mommy kink. mild dom/sub undertones. sex tape? me making one joke re: one night in paris. author's note: welcome to day 17 of kinktober, sex tape with austin butler. this was fun. everyone thank @dreamersparacosm for this being pornstar austin because i struggled a little with this because my previous attempt felt boring. this does not feel boring.

"You know you could just buy one of my movies, right? Or- I'm pretty sure I have them on my hard drive. At least one, you know the one with Liv and Luke-" Austin starts to say before getting cut off by your answering huff over the phone.

"Yes, because I enjoy watching one of my best friends getting railed by my boyfriend and one of my other friends. Makes total sense, babe." Your tone is biting and not for the first time Austin is reminded of why everyone nicknames you Viper after every time they're on the receiving end of this tongue of yours. "No, I want- everyone else gets to see you play with your cock, beg for mercy from Olivia all sorts of things. I just- I want to watch you. I want to only see you."

Austin sighs. "A personal tape?"

"I- I didn't think of it that way, but yeah. I wouldn't pay for it, obviously but you could give me that. One Night in Austin." You have to bite your lip at your own joke, it's not funny, really especially after knowing the details behind Paris Hilton's tape, but still you think it's a little funny.

"I was about to say yes, but I don't know if I can after that Paris Hilton joke." He pauses and tries to bite back his own laugh. "Give me a couple days, okay? Three tops, depending on the mail."

"You're sending it via the mail? Are we in the 90s?" You ask incredulously, shaking your head at the phone.

You can actually hear Austin's shrug and picture his face. "No, but if you want something private for only your eyes, I have to go low-tech."

After all, he's got enough of a following that he doesn't put it past anyone on the web to somehow hack into his email and get the video. He's seen it happen with his ex and he's seen it happen with so many people in the industry. Better safe than sorry. You hum in acknowledgement before letting the topic go.

When the mail arrives on Saturday you're excited, it comes in an unmarked envelope with Austin's looping handwriting writing out your address and the note attached simply says "for your eyes only".

It takes you a minute to set up your blu-ray player to play the DVD but when you do you settle onto your bed and watch your boyfriend wave at the camera, grinning his signature grin that he reserves only for you.

"Someone wanted a show, a private video without paying." He smirks, moving to show off how he's completely naked. "She's lucky I'm kind of in love with her."

You can't help but laugh at the comment before you focus on what he's doing. You notice he's already hard, leaking and that he almost looks like he had been playing with himself before he turned on the camera. Your hand moves to between your legs, slowly starting to rub at your clit, you think you should grab your vibrator but knowing how Austin is- how his cock already looks, you don't think this is going to be long.

"I've already been playing with myself, baby." His hand moves to stroke his cock, hissing as his thumb brushes the tip. "Been telling myself that my girl wants to get a show and I know what she'd like. What she likes when we're together." He pauses and grips his cock a little tighter. "Been wanting to come for a little bit already. If you were here you'd be edging me for hours, wouldn't you?"

He's not lying and you know it, as much as you enjoyed being edged by him- seeing his relief after you let him come was something else. Seeing how his mouth would fall open with whimpers and sighs did something else. Your breathing quickens as you feel your cunt getting wetter, feel your juices starting to pool as you watch him.

"You've got your hand in your cunt, baby? Your vibrator? Playing with your clit as you watch your baby boy play with himself?" The video of him has him murmuring low enough that when you shut your eyes you swear he's there. You swear you can feel his body in front of you, feel his breath against your cunt. "Are you just waiting for Daddy to tell you that you can come? That you can stick your fingers into that greedy cunt of his."

You whimper at the words and Austin's video laughs. "You can't decide which one of me you want, can you baby? I wish I was there. Wish I had my face buried in your pretty pussy. Wish I could see you dripping for me."

It's as if your pussy hears him, and you find your fingers are sliding quicker- easier with the increase in fluid coming from you. You are dripping for him and he's barely done anything on camera. Is this how everyone felt when they watched his videos? Your teeth bite at your lower lip as you keep watching, your breath coming quicker as you tease your clit.

"This is a long video, baby, tell you what. You come for daddy right now. In the next minute or so, and I'll spend the rest of this video just edging myself. Begging mama to let me come. Begging my favorite person in the whole world to let me come."

The noise that leaves your mouth is embarrassing or would be if anyone other than you were around to hear it and you have to stop yourself from shoving your fingers in yourself before you hear another laugh from the television.

"I know you had to have liked that. You make a decision? Time's a ticking and I- I'd hate to know that this was wasted because you didn't come at least this first time. Come on, baby. Come for Daddy. Come for me as my reward for making this for you in such notice."

Your chest is heaving as you furiously play with your clit, wishing you actually had grabbed the vibrator, it would have made this quicker, would have made it so you didn't think you were going to run out of time. Your ears faintly register hearing Austin countdown from one minute and somewhere around 15 seconds you start to panic, start to try every trick in the book to get yourself to come. It never usually takes this long when you're focused. Austin gets to five seconds and you're right there before you hear it. You hear the one phrase said in the one tone that always does you in. He makes himself sound like Elvis, an old trick he picked up from a silly porno he did right around when you met him but the accent always does you in.

"Let yourself go."

You come with a shout at that just as Austin says one on the screen. The amount of fluid that comes out of you makes you pretty sure you squirted but you're not a hundred percent sure. When your eyes open you're greeted by Austin looking at the camera with hooded eyes and a smirk. "Good girl. Now Daddy's favorite and best girl gets her reward. You ready for round two?"

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[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Battle Of The Knights Pt. 4: Round 3 -Marc

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: nothin- you're safe

Genre: fluff- still just fluff lol

Summary: "So let me get this straight, you all like me, so you each want to take me on a date and let me decide what to do after?" You can't believe the words you're hearing even as you repeat them back.

What happens when the relationships you've built with Marc and his two alters are turned on their heads by a proposition that is anything but simple? How can they expect you to risk blowing up the carefully crafted dynamic you've worked so hard to create? And why do you agree to such an insane suggestion?

***

As much as you'd like to sit and stew on your date with Jake the way you did with Steven, you're starting to think it's best for everyone not to draw this out any longer than absolutely necessary, so the following Friday you text the trio again, this time addressing Marc, with a message identical to the one you sent Steven and Jake.

Marc. Your week starts Sunday. You have until next Sunday to plan and execute a date on a day of your choosing or you forfeit your turn.

Marc almost immediately shoots back an affirmative like Jake did.

Okay.

But it wasn't until the next day that he reached out to give you any information on your date.

Hey y/n, right now my plan is to pick you up at 7 pm on Friday. Is that okay?

You chuckle to yourself as you read the message. He's the only one who asked if his choice was convenient for you. Even if that time didn't originally work you would make it work, if that's what time his plans are for you have no intentions to make it any harder.

Of course! See you then.

You shoot him back your reply quickly. Friday. You just need to make it through Friday. That is doable. On Thursday you remember to ask for a dress code since none of them seem particularly fond of revealing their plans in advance and when you're again told to keep it casual, you pick out a pair of shorts and a crop top for your third mystery date. Marc knocks on your door just after 7 looking a bit frantic when you open the door.

"Sorry I'm a bit late. I brought you flowers." Marc says holding out a bouquet of pretty purple and white blooms.

"Oh, it hasn't even been five minutes, don't worry about it. Give me just a second to set these up in a vase and then we can go. Okay?" You tell him, turning back into your apartment to put the flowers somewhere.

"Sure!" He calls after you without crossing the threshold. You don't actually have any vases lying around so you stick them in one of your reusable water bottles until you can get them a better home. No one's ever gotten you flowers before so keeping a vase in your apartment has literally never occurred to you before this moment. Marc waits patiently at your door until you return. It's strange to realize this but before now you hadn't really thought about it much until now. Usually, the boys move about your apartment as if they live here but through this whole process, none of them have stepped inside. Whether that was something they agreed on in advance or just a subconscious side effect of the temporary dynamic change you're not sure but you're not about to tip the scales for any of them by inviting Marc in. He can wait at the door if that's what he's chosen to do.

"Okay! Let's go." You smile at him once you're done, stepping out and locking your apartment door.

"Do you have your underground card by the way? We'll have to hop on the train from here." Marc tells you before you leave the building.

"Yeah, I've got it. Where are we going?" You ask.

"Oxford Circus." He says.

"Oxford Circus? What are we doing over there?" You ask frowning in confusion. The name of the station does not give you any clues as to what you'll be doing.

"That's all I'm gonna give you til we get there babes." Marc says.

"Fine." You say with exaggerated annoyance that makes Marc laugh as the two of you walk to the nearest underground station. You catch the next train headed for Oxford Circus while Marc asks you about how your week has been at work. Once you're off the train Marc takes your hand as he walks the streets to an unknown destination. After a few minutes, he pulls open the door to a building that you just barely catch the name of.

"Minigolf?!" You gasp.

"I thought it'd be fun, something laid back and low stakes. You know, except for the fact that you're definitely gonna lose."

"I'm gonna lose?! Oh, you are so going down Spector." You laugh.

"Yeah sure totally." He scoffs as you walk up to the desk at the front. The two of you pick your course, get your clubs and choose from the basket of colorful golf balls, yours blue and his yellow, and then the competition begins. You keep score because Marc is notorious for not doing that properly whenever you play games. By the time you get to the last of the nine holes of the course, it's not hard to guess how things will end. You line up what should be your final shot and knock the bright blue ball against an edge of the course that pushes it into the hole.

"HA! That's game baby! You lose." You jump up when it rolls in.

"Hey now, I could totally make this shot you know. It's not over til it's over." Marc defends.

"Even if you do make this shot Marc you're still five up. You can't beat me at this point." You shrug and Marc lines up for his next putt. It takes Marc two more shots to get his ball in.

"Damn." He shakes his head.

"Yeah- I totally wiped the floor with you." You laugh.

"No no, you wanna have the higher number obviously, so I win." Marc says looking at the scorecard.

"I know I've called you an idiot a number of times but I don't think you're that dumb. Or maybe you are if you think that's gonna work." You scoff. Marc slaps a hand against his chest dramatically.

"Ouch! Must you kick a man while he's down?" He sighs.

"Aw poor baby." You pout at him. "I'd feel worse if you hadn't declared that you'd beat me before we even started." You smirk at him.

"How evil." Marc smiles.

"That's what you get for saying I would and I quote 'definitely lose'. Looks like the stakes weren't what you thought they were."

"When did you get so good at mini golf anyway?" He asks.

"Oh I don't know. I don't play that often."

"What?" He blinks at you.

"I'm just good at most things." You shrug.

"I'd do well to remember that then." He hums.

"Yes. You would." You smile and turn to walk back to the desk to return your club and golf ball with Marc quickly catching up to walk beside you.

"So- I was thinking we could get burgers, or if you want something that's more upscale there's an Italian place not far from here that's pretty good." Marc suggests once the two of you have exited the building.

"In the theme of laid back and low stakes- burgers sound great." You say with a slight nudge.

"Awesome, there's a burger joint a couple blocks down that's so good even Steven likes going there." Marc throws an arm over your shoulders as you walk.

"Really? They have vegan options I'm guessing?" You ask.

"They do indeed. Although- since Steven isn't rambling in my head tonight I think I'll pass on the vegan options this time around. Don't tell him." Marc winks at you.

"Your secret is safe with me." You giggle. You've always found it sweet that Marc, despite not actually being vegan, tries to accommodate Steven's lifestyle as often as he does. Jake really can't be bothered- not that you blame him honestly- he's not vegan either, there's no reason for him to go out of his way to choose vegan options but Marc's attempt at consideration is nice. It only takes you about five minutes to make it to the restaurant Marc was talking about and since the place isn't busy when you get there it doesn't take long to get your food once you've ordered.

"I can see why even Steven likes this place." You hum popping a fry into your mouth.

"Good right?" Marc smiles.

"Yeah, I'll definitely be coming back here." You nod.

"Well- sounds like I'm doing pretty damn good tonight then."

"You're certainly better at planning dates than you are at playing mini golf, I'll give you that much." You shrug.

"I think I can accept that as your official assessment." He says.

"Yeah?" You chuckle.

"Yeah! Imagine if I sucked as bad at date planning. Now that would be something I can't recover from."

"I mean- it's not like I'd go home and block you if you planned a bad date." You wink.

"Sure but not getting blocked is such a low bar. I'm aiming for way higher." Marc says.

"You're doing great so far." You chuckle. The two of you joke and chat while finishing your food and even once all that's left is the rubbish you keep talking until eventually the place is getting ready to close and you have to leave. Your train ride back to your apartment is similarly filled with chatter. It's always interesting to you how no matter how long you spend with Marc you never actually run out of things to talk about with him. When you think about it, that actually applies to Jake and Steven too, it's like you can never spend enough time with them. It's nice, having someone, or in this case, a trio of someones, that you don't get tired of being around. Once you're back at your apartment there's an awkward transition from whatever you're talking about to goodbyes- neither of you particularly rushing for the night to end.

"Well- we made it back." Marc says.

"We did. I had a good time tonight." You tell him with a smile.

"That's all I was hoping for." He says. You chuckle and turn your back for long enough to unlock your apartment and then you face him again, leaning forward a bit to give Marc a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Goodnight Marc." You say quietly before stepping into your apartment.

"Wait-" Marc says before you can shut the door.

"Yes?" You tilt your head at him. You can practically see the gears turning in his head before he speaks again.

"When will we see you again?" He asks. You pause for a moment and consider what would be the best answer.

"Soon." You offer. Giving a specific date wouldn't do any good. If it's too soon you'll be pressured to rush the decision, and if it's too far anxiety may eat the boys up before you even get around to giving an answer.

"Just- soon?" His brows draw together in confusion.

"I'm sorry that I don't have a better answer it's just- well I've got a lot to think about here, I need some time to sort through my thoughts." You tell him.

"Sorry- we shouldn't pressure you. It's all so- strange, we know. It's just- well you know how we can be I guess." Marc says. You look at him for a moment, it's not often that Marc's nerves show, but right now he's fiddling with his fingers and you know for a fact that he's more anxious than he wants to let on.

"Before the month is over. I'll text you all." You say in an attempt to ease his uncertainty.

"That's three weeks." He says.

"Yeah, I know. That- should give me enough time to work out my feelings about this whole thing. And- you can pass that message along to Steven and Jake, yeah? Before the end of the month. I'll message you all and we'll meet up to talk." You nod as Marc's shoulders visibly drop slightly. As if having a timeline just drastically decreased how tense he was.

"Okay. We'll be waiting, whenever you're ready." He tells you.

"Goodnight Marc." You say.

"Goodnight y/n." Marc says. With that, you fully enter your apartment and shut the door behind you. Tonight was fun. So was your date with Jake the other week and Steven's before that. You simply enjoy spending time with all of them- which, you already knew. The more you think it over the more you are sure that you're in way over your head, but it's a little late to worry about that now. You have a decision to make. But you also have three weeks before an answer is expected. Tonight you'll just let yourself enjoy the post-date bliss and you'll worry about the decision tomorrow. Or the next day. You'll get to it. Just not tonight.

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This one's an AU!

Warnings: Mentions of depression

You knew that Harry was going through it recently. He had been struggling to find a new job and his current job was really draining him. He had an asshole boss and very self-serving coworkers that made advancing in the work and collaborating unnecessarily difficult. On top of that, you were newly married and well, despite what people think, adjusting to living with him had been hard on both of you since you hadn't cohabitated prior to getting married.

It was hard for him to turn his place into your place from one day to the next. Yeah, you had some stuff over there from before, but everything was shared now so it was a bit different. It was hard for you too to feel like his home was now your home as well. And you'd had the proper discussions long before you got engaged and even did pre-marital counseling just to make sure that you two could really do this together. With you both being children of divorced parents you didn't want to take that step if you knew from the start that you had irreconcilable differences.

But all of this to say that Harry felt like he was a bit stuck. He felt drained all the time and absolutely over everything. One of the hardest things for him now was that when he was feeling this way he didn't really have alone time. You knew that Harry really liked to wind down from his frustrations alone at his own pace. His home had always been his safe space to do that and well now, that was a bit different. But today, Harry felt that he was in luck.

He had just returned from a business trip to New York and he was absolutely spent. He decided to get a car service to pick him up as to not interrupt your day and also to have some alone time just in case you beat him home. You knew that he was coming back and that he hadn't had the best time on this trip with his coworker based on what he'd filled you in on briefly, so you made some plans after work to give him some time.

When Harry got home he texted you because you clearly hadn't arrived yet. You didn't say anything about when you'd be back so he decided to wind down with a nice relaxing bath. He kind of started to unpack and had a couple things strewn around the bed before deciding to take care of it after his bath when he was in a much better mood. He had a shower and then got in the tub for a good half hour before he wrapped himself up in his robe and headed back into your bedroom to change. He sat on the edge of the bed and picked up his phone only to see several missed calls from his office and he groaned as he called back.

"Harry!" he heard his name almost immediately after the line rang.

"Yes, Mr. Thomas? Sorry, I missed your call." he said to one of the directors that he got along with a bit better than the other bosses.

"It's alright, I have some news." he said and Harry hummed indicating that he go on, "Tomorrow, Roger's going to announce that he's decided to go with Byron's proposal for the deal with the investment firm." he sighed. Harry immediately frowned.

He felt completely devastated as he heard this. The only thing he felt confident about from this entire trip was his proposal to this investment firm. He had managed to strike up a better deal than Byron's. He had gotten them to agree on early access for new investment opportunities. He had gotten them to remove the "finders" fee that was charged on top of their standard fee as well. And yes, his plan was slightly more expensive than Byron's but based on the financial projections he had run, their company would be making a greater profit now because they'd have access to the more promising opportunities along with the bigger and more wellknown companies. With that profit essentially the cost of the deal would pay itself! He was at a loss and he couldn't help the rage building up inside of his body. His eyes started welling up as his tears threatened to spill over his waterline.

"Harry?" he heard Mr. Thomas call to him and he exhaled shakily.

"Sorry, sir. Just...processing." he said and Mr. Thomas hummed.

"I did what I could. I mean, I even told Roger he was backing the wrong man, but...you know how Byron is. And you know how Roger is..." he sighed in disappointment, "I just ummm...I wanted you to know so that little prick doesn't have the satisfaction of seeing you upset." Mr. Thomas explained.

"I appreciate it. Thank you."

"Of course. And look...you're a bright guy, Harry. And I just think that...maybe this is not the place for you. You're not like these other people, they've no self respect, no principles they adhere to. I'd sayit'll be sad to see you go, but no one here is interested in helping you reach your potential. Just... think about that." he advised and Harry hummed.

"Well thank you, I'll give that some thought."

"Yep. See you tomorrow. Game face, alright?"

"Yes, Mr. Thomas." he said and then hung up.

As soon as he pulled his phone away from his ear he started to cry. He was so frustrated and it felt like he just couldn't get a win, no matter how hard he tried! More than that, he needed to succeed now because your future depended on it. There was so much riding on him having a good job and bringing in money and he was failing at that. He felt like a failure as an employee, as a man, as a husband! He had felt like a shell of himself for months and he knew you saw it and you tried to help, but he felt beyond help. He just felt like giving up. He let himself fall back on the bed as he cried quietly, he'd unpack after...

You got home and were so excited to see Harry. He clearly hadn't eaten since there were no dishes in the sink. So you rushed over to your bedroom and quickly kept in your greeting when you saw him passed out on the bed, breathing heavily. You walked over quietly and you frowned when you saw his tear-stained cheeks. You pushed some of his things aside and gently laid beside him and raked your fingers through his damp curls. He woke up almost immediately with a deep exhale and he turned to you with a frown that soon relaxed upon seeing you.

"Hey, babe. Are you alright?" you asked him softly and he sighed.

"No. I'm just...done." he sniffled, "I feel like I can't do anything right! I'm always tired and irritable, and I work so hard and these people don't even care!" he vented, "My boss is a prick who values getting his ass kissed over actual thoughtful ideas! But I can't find something nearly as good and well now there's us and I can't just quit because I have a responsibility to you now and I just hate my life right now!" he groaned in frustration and you frowned.

You knew he didn't mean that he hated what you guys had now, but it still made you feel bad that he felt like he was responsible for you. Harry was a protector, he wasn't fragile by any means, but lately he had been and you suspected that the struggles at his job were making him depressed. And well, that tends to follow you around to every part of your life and this was the result. You hated seeing him be so unsure of himself, it just didn't make sense, it was wrong.

"I'm sorry." you said simply and he sighed and reached for your hand.

"I'm sorry for saying I hate my life. I don't hate our life. It's just...not a good time for me." he explained.

"I know, baby. And I get that you like to deal on your own before you share things but...we're a team. That's the point of us getting married, we're supposed to help each other out. And well, if you need to find something else then do it! I don't mind having to work a little more to make sure we stay afloat. Your happiness means a lot to me." you explained.

"I just...don't have the energy. Do you ever just feel like...giving up. Or like disappearing?" he asked you quietly.

"I have before, yes." you admitted and he sighed.

"Me too...but, not like this." he confessed, "It feels like...too much. Like it's out of my hands now." he confessed as he teared up again and you just hugged around him as he started to cry again.

Harry knew he had so much to be grateful for, but all the of the bad things felt like they were too overwhelming for him to even mind the good things. He felt like he was drowning, he was barely staying afloat and that scared him so much. He felt foreign in his own mind and body, it worried him, but he was scared of saying it. And now he was saying it to you and he was worried about your reaction, but when you held him and said nothing about it, it did help a little bit. He didn't need you to say anything, he just needed you to be there.

"I love you so much." you said quietly and he sniffled.

"I love you too." he responded as he just stared at the ceiling while you held him. And as you just laid there with him he decided that maybe it was time to get some help. He didn't feel like he could keep doing this alone. Not this time.

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