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roosterforme · 8 months

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Sneak Peek | Hangman x Reader

Summary: You spent so much time around the boys, they counted you as one of them. You were firmly stuck in the friend zone with Jake, so it was time to move on with a guy who could see past your flight suits. It's not immediately obvious to either of you that cranky Jake is actually jealous Jake.

Warnings: Fluff, language, mentioned smut, 18+

Length: 6000 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader

Happy birthday @beyondthesefourwalls!

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

"It's my turn to buy a round," you said, standing up from the table and grabbing the empty beer bottles before turning toward Jimmy and Penny at the bar.

"Thanks, Rodeo," Jake murmured, and you turned back briefly and smiled softly at him. His gaze slid down your body the same way it would with any other woman, the only difference was that he had started to notice just how many other guys were regularly checking you out, too. And he wasn't sure how he felt about that fact.

When you squeezed yourself between two stools at the bar to order four more beers, Bradley asked, "Who are you staring at, Hangman? Rodeo?"

Mickey laughed as Jake quickly shook his head and turned his attention back to his friends. "I just wanted to make sure she can manage carrying everything."

"I'm sure she's fine," Bradley replied with a laugh of his own. "I got a little nervous for a second there."

"Why?" Jake asked, his eyes slowly drifting back to you, watching as you slipped your credit card into the back pocket of your jeans.

"Because first of all," Bradley said as he smashed open a peanut on the table, "Rodeo is practically one of the guys. And second," he added, popping the peanut into his mouth and chewing, "it would be weird if you start looking at her like you do all the other random pieces of ass you take home with you. Even though she is cute."

"She's cute, for sure," Mickey piped in. "But once you've seen a girl throw up in the parking lot after a drunken karaoke night, the appeal kind of wears off."

Jake smiled as you headed back toward the table, because the drunken karaoke night was when he got to drive you home and carry you to your bed while you repeatedly tried to tell him you could walk by yourself.

"Oh, you know who else is cute?" Bradley asked just as you set four new beers on the table. "That redhead with the huge tits at the dartboard."

"Damn," Mickey groaned, and now you were looking in that direction, too. But Jake kept his eyes on you.

"Do we have to talk about this in front of Rodeo?" he asked, sipping his fresh beer and starting to wish Bradley and Mickey would wander off. "In front of a lady?"

Bradley snorted so hard, Jake was surprised his beer didn't shoot out of his nose. "A lady?" he asked as he looked at you and cuffed you on the arm. "Nice try, Hangman, but Rodeo doesn't count."

"Well, you don't count either," you told him, and Bradley tapped the neck of his bottle to yours. "And neither do the two of you." Your gaze met Mickey's before settling on Jake. "You know I don't mind when you guys talk about girls. I get it. You're all hot."

But your knee was rubbing against Jake's thigh at the tiny table, and for a brief flash, he thought maybe he wanted to count in your mind as a guy you could be into.

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It was a strange dynamic, working with mostly a bunch of men all the time. They saw you in a flight suit once, and they never looked at you like you were a female ever again. And that was fine. It made your job easier in a lot of ways. There were fewer distractions, and you knew for a fact that they liked you for your personality. They wouldn't invite you to hang out all the time if they didn't.

But on nights like this, it did sting a little bit to watch the three of them tripping over themselves to go talk to the redhead who was clearly eating up the attention. You were essentially wearing the same outfit she was: jeans and a black shirt. And you thought you looked cute. And what exactly was wrong with your boobs? You looked down at your body and kind of shrugged. You didn't get it.

Natasha handed you a pool cue, and you sank a shot. You made up the excuse that you wanted to play so the guys wouldn't feel bad about abandoning you to go talk to girls, but Jake had been hesitant at first, so you shoved him along. That was a mistake, because you were reminded of how solid and muscular he was under his soft shirt.

The first few times you glanced his way, he was already looking back at you. If he were any other guy, you would have just asked him out by now, but you were so firmly in the friend zone with all of them that it was embarrassing. The rejection would be laughable.

So you put your head down and focused on the game and the chit chat around you. But after a while you got curious, and when you looked up again, Bradley and Mickey were walking back toward the table where your empty beer bottle sat. Jake had won. The redhead was running her fingernails through his hair. It was all over for the night.

You weren't jealous. You weren't. You just didn't understand why it couldn't be you. As you sank the eight ball, you said, "I'm beat. I'm going to head home."

"Me too. Want a lift?" Mickey asked, and you nodded, not sparing a single glance back at Jake.

Maybe you were the problem. Maybe you weren't sexy. You spent most of Sunday scrutinizing yourself in your bedroom mirror and going through all of your clothing. There really wasn't much of it since your closet was lined with uniforms and flight suits. And when you looked in the mirror, it wasn't like you could even tell what the problem was. You were just you, but it was starting to feel like you'd been playing around in this male-dominated world for so long, you were just blending in there.

"Fuck it," you muttered reaching for your phone. There was a text from Bradley detailing the pricing for tickets to a Padres game, which you desperately wanted to go to. It sounded fun. Then you realized the beer drinking and peanut eating would simply be moved to a different venue in which the guys would be looking at all the other women around you. Suddenly it didn't sound so fun.

There were also a handful of texts from Jake. He must have kicked his guest out early if he was asking how you were doing this morning. You sent back a short message before finding the app on your screen that had been dormant since you got stationed in San Diego last summer. Tinder. It was right there.

Nervously, you entered your login information, terrified that you'd just end up with a bunch of guys you saw on base as your best options. They would undoubtedly take one look at you and have the same reaction your male friends did. But you spent the rest of the day thinking about it. You looked, but you didn't sample. You found some guys who were surprisingly not in the Navy, but you didn't swipe. And maybe part of the reason you didn't was because Jake kept texting you all day long.

Monday was your tipping point. You were all ready to fly in your boots and flight suit when you ended up surrounded by the guys in the hangar. "We getting Padres tickets, Rodeo?" Bradley asked. "Day drinking at Petco Park?"

You nodded at him. "Sounds fun."

Then Mickey cut in as Jake walked over. "Hey, Hangman. How was our little redheaded friend?" he asked with a smirk, but Jake's expression stayed the same as his eyes met yours.

"Wouldn't know."

"Oof," Bradley said with a goading laugh. "What, you kicked her out without even talking to her afterwards?"

You swallowed and looked down at your boots as you thought about the guys on the dating app. Maybe a little change of scenery wouldn't hurt anything after all.

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"Can you just knock it the fuck off?" Jake snapped. "I didn't even spend the night with her." He watched you put your helmet on as you walked toward your jet. "And I don't like talking about this shit around Rodeo anymore."

"Alright," Bradley replied with a tiny smirk. "No need to get mad about it."

When Jake took to the air, you were all business, as usual. You and he flew well together, like you always did. But back on the ground at lunchtime, you barely spared a glance in his direction in the cafeteria. Instead, you were completely absorbed in something on your phone as you picked at your food.

"What's wrong?" he eventually asked, and you looked up at him like you were surprised he was still there.

"Nothing," you murmured, taking a drink before returning your attention to your phone. "Just working on something."

"On what?" he asked, voice almost as snippy as it had been earlier. He found he didn't like it when your attention wasn't focused on him, which was absolutely infuriating, because it's not like the two of you were anything.

"My Tinder profile," you replied smoothly as you licked your lips, and Jake thought he must have misheard. Since when were you looking for a guy?

"Tinder?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed. "I'm just trying to sort out which photo to use, because I like this one where I'm in my flight suit, but guys don't really tend to go for that sort of thing."

You turned your phone to show him, and Jake swallowed hard. It was a photo he had taken a few months ago. He remembered that day. Your sunglasses were hooked on the top of your suit, and your helmet was tucked under your arm, and your smile was infectious.

"I like that one," he told you softly.

But you just rolled your eyes and groaned. "But you don't count, now do you?"

Jake shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Why are you on Tinder anyway?"

Now you laughed as you set your phone down. "Why do you think?"

He didn't want to think about it, even though he knew why. You were looking to hookup with someone. Or maybe it was even worse. Maybe you were looking for an actual boyfriend. Someone to spend all your time with. You'd be at the Hard Deck after work less frequently. You'd be going to the Padres game with some faceless idiot, and he'd be the one carrying you home after you overdid it at karaoke night. Worse yet, you could have your pick of any guy on that app who caught your eye, but Jake knew for a fact none of them were good enough for you.

"Rodeo," he grunted, unsure how to voice his concerns. You just tapped your screen a few times and then smiled at him as his heart clenched a little bit.

"I went with the photo from Reuben's wedding instead."

Jake ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't even have to ask. He also knew that photo well too. His voice was soft as he said, "Blue dress. Holding a martini. Hand on your hip." He didn't like the idea of a bunch of guys he didn't even know looking at you wearing something so pretty.

"That's the one! And now my bio is live on the app," you said as you tapped your screen one last time. "Wish me luck."

You stood with your tray and Jake told himself he would do no such thing.

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"That photo must have done the trick," you mumbled the following day in the rec room on base as Natasha helped you sort through your matches.

"I'm sure it did," she replied in awe. "You look hot in it."

You wanted to believe her, but it didn't even matter right now, because the two of you were staring at a photo of a hot guy who had sent you a message. You gasped. "Is this for real?"

"Looks like it," she replied. "If you don't fuck him, I will. Happily."

"What are the two of you over here whispering about?" You looked up into Jake's smiling eyes and gave him a grin of your own.

"Rodeo is getting all the Tinder hotties," Natasha replied, and suddenly Jake's smile vanished. "Let me know if he sends you a dick pic."

"He better fucking not!" Jake growled as he tried to reach for your phone. "Show me what this asshole looks like so I know who to pound to dust if he sends you one." You rolled your eyes and held up your phone so he could see. "His name is Tony? And he's a dentist?"

"What's wrong with that?" you asked quickly.

Jake crossed his arms over his chest. "If you have to ask, then you don't want to know."

You scoffed and opened your messages. "You're being dramatic. And I don't get on you about who you decide to hook up with."

"So you're just trying to hook up with this asshole?" he asked, his lips curling in disgust.

Honestly, you weren't really sure. But he sounded nice in the messages he sent. "Would it really be so bad if I was?"

Jake scrutinized your face like he was in pain, and you had the craziest thought flash through your mind that perhaps he was jealous. But then the pinched lines on his forehead vanished, and his voice was completely calm as he said, "You do what you want, Rodeo. But don't come crying to me about it later."

"Fine," you told him as he walked away. And that's what spurred you to reply to Tony's message with a more flirtatious one of your own. You were allowed to hook up with him. You were allowed to go out on a date. Maybe you'd even eventually request a dick pic. Jake wasn't in charge of your Tinder profile or dating agenda.

A few short exchanges back and forth was all it took, and suddenly you had plans for Saturday night that didn't involve hanging with the guys at the Hard Deck for once. Tony was going to take you out to dinner, and you were already excited.

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"Where the hell is Rodeo?" Bradley asked as he returned to the table with three bottles of beer instead of four. "She's usually here by seven."

Jake rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. "She's not coming. She's on a date with some smug looking asshole named Tony."

"Good for her," Mickey piped up, earning a glare from Jake. "I hope she gets laid. You wanna grab Javy and play pool?"

With a groan, Jake dragged himself out of his seat and forced his body through the motions. He hit the cue ball with perfect precision, but meanwhile, all he could think about was some other guy's hands all over your body while he shoved his tongue down your throat. "Fuck," he growled, trying to fight the urge to text you. If you wanted him, you knew how to reach him.

Between shots, he glanced around the bar at all the other women, but he couldn't find a single one as pretty as you. He spent the rest of his night barely conversing with his friends while he hoped that your date was a complete flop. And when he left to head home alone, he caved and texted you to make sure you got back to your place safely.

That was over twelve hours ago. Jake still hadn't heard back from you. It was damn near noon on Sunday, and he was left assuming that you spent the night with Tinder Tony. When you finally texted him back, the response made him toss his phone aside.

Sorry, just seeing this now. Yes, I made it home safely. See you tomorrow.

Monday was worse. You were glued to your phone at every opportunity you got, and Jake could tell by the little smile on your face that you must be talking to that asshole.

"Rodeo, how was your hot date?" Bradley asked, bumping your helmet with his while he winked at Jake.

"Pretty good," you replied with a little laugh.

"You get laid?" Mickey asked obnoxiously, and you rolled your eyes before glancing at Jake. He was dying to know the answer to the question, but also terrified to hear it.

"Wouldn't you like to know," you replied, returning your attention to your phone. "Put it this way... I'm going out with him again for dinner on Wednesday."

"Who goes to dinner on a Wednesday?" Jake scoffed. "That's when we usually go to the bar! And what did you and Tinder Tommy even talk about the whole time? Dentures? Teeth?"

"No," you snapped at him. "He told me how pretty he thinks I am, and that he was nervous to meet me in person. And his name is Tony, not Tommy. So don't be rude when we stop by the bar after dinner on Wednesday."

"Can't wait to meet him," Jake grumbled, highly disappointed that your date had been even somewhat successful. And he still wasn't sure if you'd gone home with Tony. Or worse... if he'd gone home with you.

Jake had crashed in your bed with you once a few months ago when you hosted game night. Mickey, Nat and Bradley all passed out in your living room, so you'd taken him by the hand to your bed. Every time he thought about it, he could practically feel the warmth of your body next to his and your foot hooked over his ankle. The idea of someone else there engaging in pillowtalk or fucking you just right was way too much for him to handle, because he was starting to feel like he wanted to be that person.

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Okay, so Tony was a little boring. A lot boring, actually. And on Wednesday night at dinner, he actually did mention dentures, and you could practically hear Jake scoffing from the Hard Deck. But Tony was hot and nice and he paid for dinner. Could you really hope for more than that?

"So, you mentioned stopping at a Navy bar?" he asked as you walked back to his car. "I keep forgetting you're even in the Navy. It just doesn't seem like you."

Maybe you should have used the other photo for your dating profile since you'd had to remind him twice already that there were a lot of women in the military now. "Yeah. It's called the Hard Deck. I usually hang out there on Wednesdays, and I thought maybe my friends could meet you?"

"Sure," he replied, and he even played boring music on the way there. But when he walked you inside, he kissed your cheek, and that felt kind of nice until Jake was looking. You felt embarrassed and a little guilty when he scowled at you from the pool table, so you eased yourself away from Tony and took him by the hand instead.

"Hey, guys," you said cautiously as you approached the pool table. "This is Tony."

Jake's jaw was clenched tight as he reached out to shake hands with your date in a death grip, and you cringed as he said, "Nice to meet you, Tommy."

And it all went downhill from there. You had to correct him three times, even though you were sure he knew Tony's name. And even the other guys didn't really seem to mesh well with Tony. Bradley looked scandalized when he told them he didn't like beer or playing pool, and Mickey tried to make a dentist joke that just didn't land.

You wanted to crawl into your bed and not come back out for a week. You also kind of wanted to ask Jake what his problem was. Tony was a nice guy. His hand on your back felt nice, and his goodnight kiss at your front door was nice. There was even some tongue, and you didn't stop his roaming fingers. Maybe another date or two and you'd ask him to come in.

"Would you like to get dinner on Saturday night?" he asked as his lips grazed your neck. "At the Boathouse?"

You closed your eyes and leaned back, and the image of Jake took over. His lips were on your earlobe, and he was whispering your name as you led him to your room. His hands were settling on your hips and squeezing gently as you melted into his touch.

"What do you think?" Tony asked, and you were jarred back to reality by his voice.

You swallowed hard and nodded as you opened your door. "Saturday night sounds good," you said as you ducked inside. "See you then."

You couldn't have Jake. You just needed to get it through your head that he didn't want you like that.

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Jake knew he was behaving poorly even as he was doing it. Tony looked annoyed by him, and you looked embarrassed, but he just kept calling him the wrong name and standing off to the side like a dick. He was actually the asshole. Not Tony. And he needed to apologize to you at work the next day.

He found you in the hangar, pacing back and forth as you played with the strap on your helmet. When you turned, he started to say, "Hey, Rodeo, I'm really-"

"I need your help," you blurted out when you saw him heading your way. "I need you to come shopping with me tomorrow after work, because I wore my only two dresses already, and everything else in my closet is ridiculous. And Tony is taking me to the Boathouse on Saturday, so I can't just throw something together and call it a day."

Jake ground his back teeth together. The Boathouse was nice. As in, he could think of at least three people he knew who got engaged there. How much money did dentists make anyway? He was full blown jealous now. He knew that. But you'd asked him for help, so of course he was going to do whatever you wanted. Your eager eyes were enough to make him agree on the spot.

"Where are we going shopping?" he asked softly.

You looked so relieved as you said, "The mall. I don't think it will take too long, and I can treat you to dinner as a thank you."

"No," he replied. "You don't owe me anything, Rodeo."

"Thanks, Jake," you whispered as you threw one arm around his neck and pulled him in for a hug. "I know I can trust you to tell me what looks good. Because you're a guy, and you know what guys like. I've been in such a rut, and I don't even know what looks nice on me anymore. But I trust your opinion."

He wrapped his arm around your waist and held you a little closer. If you trusted him, he wouldn't let you down. He never wanted to let you down. He would take you to the mall and tell you which outfits looked nice on you, even though he knew it would be all of them, and he would be cool about you dating Tony. "Sure, Rodeo. Anything you want."

When the time came, he was miserable. You seemed excited, bouncing on your feet in your jeans and sneakers as you collected dresses and cute little outfits to try on, but he knew none of this was really for him. You'd just be giving him a little sneak peak of what Tony would have his hands all over.

"How about this one?" you asked, holding up a red mini dress that made Jake's mouth dry up. Then you moved it in front of your body and looked down. "It's probably too much for me."

He wanted to tell you that you couldn't pull it off, but he knew the fucking thing was made for you. "Try it on and see," he said softly, so you added it to your pile. Then he followed you like a puppy dog to the fitting room, holding half of the dresses for you to try on. When you passed the lingerie section, Jake had to watch you grab a few lacy items. "Have you slept with Tinder Tommy yet?" he snapped when you picked up a black bra and added it to your arms.

You looked up at him with a soft pout. "Well, no. That's why I'm trying to buy some sexy stuff, you know? Just in case I want to take it there."

Jake had seen you in your bathing suit many, many times. You didn't need to be wearing anything made out of lace and silk to look sexy, but the sight of you in half of this shit would probably give Tony a damn heart attack. Then he realized as you led him along that he himself might not make it out of the fitting room alive.

"Just stand out here, okay?" you said softly, guiding him against the wall. He grunted in response and watched you line up everything you wanted to try on inside the fitting room before closing yourself inside. You kicked your shoes off, and then he watched you push your jeans down to your feet through the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor. You stepped out of them, and his imagination started to supply the rest.

You were completely naked now, he was sure of that fact, and you were only a few feet away from him, separated by a flimsy door. His head tipped back against the wall as his breathing grew a little deeper. Your toenails were painted bright green, and you were talking quietly to yourself as you stepped into a black dress and started to guide it up your legs.

"This isn't too bad," you muttered, and a few seconds later you were unlatching the door and pulling it open with an apprehensive look on your face. Jake's jaw dropped open as you stepped right up to him and asked, "What do you think?"

"Rodeo," he grunted, fisting his hands at his sides to keep them from touching you as you spun slowly in front of him. "Looks good."

You frowned a little more. "I was hoping for better than good," you replied, twirling away from him and back into the fitting room.

Jake's body was thrumming with desire as he watched that black fabric pool at your feet under the door. "It was better than good, Rodeo," he said, nearly choking on the words as you stepped to the side and bent to pick it up.

"I'll try the red one," you informed him, and he had to press his lips together, knowing what was coming next. This time it took you a little longer, and he watched your feet under the door as you turned in front of the mirror. "It's really short," you finally said as you opened the door again.

"Jesus Christ," Jake moaned softly. The thing fit you like a damn glove. Every curve and soft dip of your body was right there, begging to be touched. His palms were sweaty as he wiped them on his jeans, and then you spun, ending up just inches away from him again.

He couldn't speak, and maybe you took that as a bad sign. "It's too much," you said with a little laugh. "I know it's too much, but it was fun to try it on anyway. It made me feel sexy," you said with a little shrug, barely able to meet his eyes. "I think the black one might be better for dinner at the Boathouse? Or do you think this one?"

Jake snapped out of his daze and remembered why he was here, suddenly pissed that this little fashion show wasn't just for his own benefit. "Come on, Rodeo. Tinder Tommy? Really? You think he deserves this?" When you just kind of shrugged at him, he said, "Get the red one if you're just looking to get laid."

"Okay," you replied, your little pout back on your pretty lips.

He pushed away from the wall until he was nearly touching you. Practically snarling, he said, "Are you just looking to get laid?"

"Maybe," you said softly, looking at his neck. "He's actually into me, so maybe. I don't know, Jake. It's been a long time since a guy chose me, you know?" He opened his mouth to tell you that any guy in the world would choose you when you said, "I have one more dress."

Then he had to stand there and watch the red fabric hit your feet before you guided the tiniest little green dress up your calves. He was jealous. He was so jealous. And the fact that he'd had a whole fucking year to ask you out instead of fucking wasting his time was crashing down on him right now. You were going to wear one of these dresses to the Boathouse tomorrow, and Tony was going to take it off you. He was going to fuck you, and then someday you'd probably get married. Jake would be at your wedding sitting between Mickey and Bradley and making himself sick over this whole thing.

The door opened. You were stunning. You didn't even leave the fitting room doorway this time in that green dress that was hugging your tits and your waist and showing off so much leg that Jake thought he was going to black out. "I can tell by your face that it's not good," you said with a wince. "It's a little too low cut, so I couldn't imagine wearing it in front of Tony."

His voice came out low and rough as he said, "You're wearing it in front of me just fine."

"But I don't count, remember?" You closed and locked the door, and Jake was immediately leaning against it. Literally each dress was hotter than the one before it, and Jake didn't know how to articulate what he was feeling right now. How on earth did he end up so far in the friend zone that he couldn't claw his way out if he tried? What the fuck made Tinder Tony so special? Why were you looking around on the app anyway? He couldn't even pinpoint when it had happened, but you were never going to take him seriously, even if he knew he could be what you wanted.

The rustling of fabric and the sound of the zipper had him resting his forehead on the door. "Rodeo, Baby, you can't...buy one of these dresses. Not for Tony. Okay? Come on. He's not good enough for you."

"Oh." That was all you said. You just replied with one word, and Jake's blood was boiling. He wanted to dismantle the entire fitting room and take you back home and tell you that you could do a hell of a lot better than some lame ass dentist who didn't like beer or playing pool. But you'd just muttered one word, and he was dying to know if he could ever stand a chance at making you happy.

"Rodeo?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You unlocked the door and he stepped back a few inches so you could open it, expecting to see you in your jeans once again with the dress of your choosing in your hands. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, his heart hammering in his chest. "Absolutely not!"

Jake pushed you back further into the fitting room and managed to wrench his broad shoulders through the doorway before kicking the door closed. You were biting your lip, your eyes wide as his hands came to rest on your lace covered hips.

"Jake," you whispered as he shook his head at the sight of you in a lacy black bra and tiny underwear.

"What the hell are you thinking?" he groaned, fingers digging gently into your warm body as he listened to the little sound you made. "You're killing me here." Your hands came up to his wrists before you slid them up along his arms, and Jake took a step closer until his jeans were brushing against your bare belly. He would need to be removed from the mall in a body bag at this rate.

Then you whispered, "I like you. And maybe there's a chance that you like me, too? And maybe that's part of the reason I asked you to come here with me."

Jake swallowed hard as he leaned in, dizzy from the way you smelled so sweet and felt so perfect in his hands. "Dump him. Dump Tony." You whimpered at his words as he slid one hand down further, teasing the lace covering your ass at the same time his other hand went up to tug at the side of the bra. "Because this? This should be for me."

"Jake." Your voice was a needy whine as you scraped your fingernails along his shoulders and chest, trying to pull him closer. But he shook his head as he pushed you back harder against the wall, lips hovering over yours as you whispered his name.

He knew what he wanted. He'd known for a while, really, but now he was ready to take it. "I want to kiss you. But if I do, I'm not going to be able to go back, okay?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "I won't go back to being Rodeo and Hangman, just friends. I will not do that. Not with you. Not when you count more than anyone else."

Your lips crashed against his, and Jake sighed in relief as he held you in his arms the way he'd been dying to for so long. The lingerie and all the little dresses were only for him. Your kisses and your smile and your fingers in his hair were for him, not Tony. He ran his hands down to your ass as you giggled and nipped at his lips.

"Pick a dress, Baby," he muttered between kisses. "And we'll get the lingerie, too."

"Okay," you replied with a smile before you took his bottom lip between yours, making him moan.

"Tomorrow night, I will take you out, and you can show me this little getup again if you want to."

You looked up at him with the prettiest smile he'd ever seen. "I want to."

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You nudged Bradley with your elbow. "Hey, she's cute," you said, nodding toward the brunette across the aisle. "You guys should go talk to her." He and Mickey both leaned forward to look without any subtlety whatsoever, and you laughed.

"Maybe at the end of the inning," Bradley replied, manspreading so much in his seat at the Padres game that he kept bumping your leg and nudging your shoulder. But he was grinning, and you could already tell that he and Mickey were about to turn it into a competition to see who could get her phone number first.

But there was one key player missing from their game now, and you smiled as you saw Jake apologetically climbing over everyone else in your row before plopping down into the seat next to you and kissing your cheek with a smile. "The line was long as hell for your favorite beer," he said as he handed it to you. "Did I miss anything?"

You shook your head as Bradley said, "You're just in time to watch the real show, Hangman. Rodeo, I want you to time how long it takes before I get her number."

But you weren't really listening as Bradley and Mickey started to argue, and neither was Jake as he kissed your cheek again. You didn't feel like you were simply blending in, and you didn't feel like you were just one of the guys anymore. You were grinning and sipping your beer as Jake's lips met your ear and he asked, "Are you wearing that black set right now?"

"I'll let you find out later.

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Im gonna need u to elaborate on that post abt Eddie holding ur vibrator 'what kinda microphone is this'

You say elaborate… I say I’ll write a whole fic about it 😅😅

But You Don’t Even Like Karaoke? | virgin!eddiemunson x bestfriend!reader

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CONTENTS WARNING: SMUT

You invited Eddie up for the weekend to your shabby student apartment. You've been away at Indiana State while Eddie was still stuck at Hawkins High complaining about how life in Hawkins has been so shit without you and needed to get away, coming to see you would be the perfect getaway.

Eddie and you had always been close, so when you told your roomies that he was coming to stay they were okay with it, as long as he slept in your room. They didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night to get something and have a random guy on the couch, which was reasonable because they hadn't met him before. They were excited to finally meet your best friend and you planned to go out to the bars tonight after a very long week of midterms.

Eddie arrived late afternoon, you introduced him to your roommates and he settled in.

"It's so sweet you have your own space, we can finally hang out without worrying about Wayne or your parents judging us" Eddie laughed while plopping on your double bed.

"Do you wanna shower before we head out?" You ask.

"Nah I did this morning, I'm okay." He tells you.

"Ok I'm going to pop in, You can entertain yourself until I'm back" You give him a wink and leave him to his devices.

Eddie scanned your new collage room, it reminded him of your old room at your parent's house. You had pictures of you and him framed along with other friends he didn't recognize. He was always a little nosey when it came to you, there weren't any boundaries in place when it came to privacy around Eddie. You had been friends since the 7th grade, growing up together in your awkward years really bonded the both of you.

You'd told Eddie earlier that you had gotten a new strain of pot from one of the guys you're friends with and that he could light up whenever. You'd left out the baggie and your grinder but Eddie left his bong at home and didn't see yours lying around so he searched for some rolling papers. Rifling through your bedside table is where he looked first. He shuffled through your hair ties, random articles, condoms...

Eddie had known you were no longer a virgin like he still was, he has had zero experience, not even a handjob. Needless to say, Eddie doesn’t get any…. Like ever. Poor thing tries his best but most of the girls he’s surrounded by are in high school and he wants nothing to do with them. He wants a grown woman. He really wants you if he is being honest but he never thinks that would happen in a million years.

He still was riffling deep in the drawer now, he felt something soft but firm, round and long. He picks it up to move it out of the way. He looks at what is your black vibrator. Why would she have a microphone? Eddie moved on quickly because he spots what he is looking for buried under all your crap.

Hours go by and you’re stumbling into your apartment laughing around 1:00am. You offered your room for Eddie to get ready for bed while you took the bathroom. Once you're finished you walk back into your room to see Eddie tucked into his side of the bed.

"I meant to ask you earlier but I forgot because we got too high" He laughed.

"Ask away" You crawled into your fresh sheets and snuggled into bed with Eddie.

"Why do you have a microphone?" He asked. You look at him quizzically because you have no idea what he's talking about.

"Are you sure that weed didn't alter your brain?" You laugh as your head hits the pillow.

"What do you mean? I saw it" He laughs.

"Dude I have no idea what you're talking about? Why would I have a microphone? I hate karaok- oof" Eddie cuts you off by leaning all his body weight over you to reach into your nightstand and pulls out your vibrator.

You start laughing uncontrollably, partly because you're a bit embarrassed, and partly from the alcohol.

"What?" Eddie questions inspecting it, once more. you grab it from his hands and turn it on. The object comes to life and a low buzz fills the room.

"Why is it buzzing?" Oh, your sweet innocent Eddie.

"Ummmm think of it more like a massager..." you turn it off and place it back on the nightstand you turn back to Eddie and can see the wheels in his head turning but no gas.

"Ugh, Eddie don't make me say it out loud" You bury your face in your hands and pillows not wanting to look at him when you say it.

"I don't get it, you're going to have to spell it out for me, Ms.University" he nudges your arm with his elbow.

"It's a vibrator Eddie, you know... like for sex"

The room was still dimly lit, enough for you to see Eddie's eyes go wide.

"It’s… it’s a sex toy?" he reaches over you once again to grab it off the nightstand.

“Eddie!” you shout then cover your mouth remembering the time of night.

“Give me that!” You try and grab it out of his hands. This whole situation was weird. You guys never spoke about sex, it just wasn’t that kind of friendship.

Yes, you liked Eddie, you’ve been crushing on him for years but you would never act on it, or at least you don’t think you would? Like a child, Eddie reached his arm up over so you couldn’t get it.

“No come on I’ve never seen one before” he pouts.

“Ok you’ve seen it now give it back!” You weren’t afraid to crawl over him to get it, you straddled his chest, enclosing him between your bare legs.

Your tiny sleep shorts were barely covering your cunt that was practically pressed into Eddie’s face.

“Ah ha!” You say victoriously grabbing it from Eddie’s grip.

Eddie can feel the blood rush from his face and into his cock. He shifts and clears his throat.

“Oh shit, sorry!” You hike your leg over him accident exposing your pussy even more to him.

Eddie’s eyes don’t break from your core. You’re blissfully unaware you just flashed your best friend.

“Sorry Ed’s didn’t realize” you joke.

“Uh yeah, it’s fine” You see Eddie shifting under the covers.

“So you always sleep without panties or is that just because I’m in your bed.” Eddie asks.

“Eddddddddddie oh my god” you burry your head in the pillows debating on sleeping on the couch at this point.

“I love when you moan for me baby” Eddie laughs, you try and hurry yourself further into the bed but Eddie grabs your waist and pulls you into him.

“You know babe, out of the two of us I should be the one mortified. I’m the twenty-year-old virgin not knowing what a sex toy looks like.” He grips into you tighter and you bury your face into his neck.

The alcohol is slowly leaving your system but you still blame it for what happens next.

“You don’t have to be” You timidly kiss into the hollow of where his neck and collarbone meet.

“What are you-oh that feels good” Eddie sighs into your touch, his chest raging and falling at a quicker pace.

“Will you let me take care of you Eddie?” You graze your hand lower down his bare chest, across his stomach down the the waistband of his boxers.

“Yes,” he nods frantically.

You shuffle back over him so you’re once again straddling him. You look down at your best friend, taking in his features, he is so pretty. You lean in timidly to kiss his lips for the first time. His plush lips felt so soft when they connected to yours.

It quickly heats up, you ground your hips into Eddie, you could feel his hard length pressing into your slit and you wiggled your hips on him. You hear a wine come from Eddie’s throat as you disconnect and start to kiss down from his neck to his happy trail.

“I’ve been dying to know what’s under here for years” You graze your hand lightly tracing Eddie’s tented boxers.

Eddie’s hips shoot up at the connection. “Eager aren’t we?” you giggle slowly revealing his length.

“Well you would be too if you’ve waited this long for you.” He sighed.

He was waiting for you.

You’re stomach flops, at his words and your eyes bulge out of your skull at the size of him.

“You’ve been hiding that you have a horse penis from me this whole time?!” You don’t really give Eddie time to answer because you latch your mouth into his tip, not sure how much more you’ll be able to fit into your mouth.

Eddie is in heaven, he isn’t sure what karma he is getting but he knows he must have done something right to have your head between his legs at this very moment.

It’s a feeling that he’s never felt before, the warmth of your mouth, the wetness of your lips mixed with the softness of your tongue was all-encompassing. You felt his hand rest on the back of your head, you looked up at him through your lashes, his face blissed out. Your core was dripping already at the feeling of Eddie in your mouth.

The way you were making him feel good was only making you wetter. You reached up to cup his hand on your head, coxing him to push you down.

“Oh fuck baby, please” he whimpered.

You took in more of him opening your throat for him. You bobbed your head up and down his shaft while using the other hand to move in tandem. You had Eddie whimpering “Oh my god just like that! Fuck you’re taking me so well”

For someone with no experience he sure wasn’t shy about praising you. It only made you want to pleasure him more. You were the first one to ever touch him like this. You were the first one to ever make him feel this euphoric.

“Fuck I’m not going to last long fuckfuckfuck” You were enjoying yourself too much that you didn’t care about what Eddie was telling you, you wanted him to cum, he deserved to cum.

“Wait wait I wanna…shit, I want you to be my first” he gently pushed you off him.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yea… I mean.. if you wanna?” he pants.

“I do Ed’s” but I gotta get myself ready, will you help me? Eddie nods enthusiastically as you lay beside him and he climbs on top of you.

You walked him through what to do, he was a quick learner. He kissed you down your neck like you did to him earlier. He touched you over your shirt at first, a bit shy. You told him he could touch you, and begged him to touch you as you lifted the big sleep shirt over your head. Eddie’s hands immediately latched on to your breasts kneeling them like stress balls.

“Softer please, you’re pinching me” You place your hands on the backs of his to guide him. You tell him that you like it when your nipples are touched.

He bowed his head lower, and tenderly he kissed the swell of your breast

“Is this ok?” He asks.

“Yes Eddie, more of that” he brought his warm mouth around your perked nipple.

“Oh yes,” you arched your back making your breast squish into Eddie’s nose.

Your head spun as he hummed into you, the vibration jolting to your core.

“I uh, don’t know what to do with my hands.” He admitted.

You took his right hand in yours and guided it past your waistband and overtop of your mound.

“Feel me Eddie I’ll tell you what feels good” Eddie’s thick fingers explored your pussy lips, slipping his fingers through your folds he grazes your clit and you jerk at the touch.

One thing about Eddie is that he is very receptive. He does it again to test the waters “oh fuck” you moan.

“You like that baby” his confidence was showing.

“Yes Eddie, fuck keep going”

“So this is what that little toy is for? This spot right here?” You nodded your head not able to speak.

Why was he so good at this?

“Can I try?” He sheepishly asks you.

“Yes, Eddie please” he reaches over to get the vibrator you had left resting on the bed.

“Hold down on the button to turn it on”

“Which one there are three? Why are there three?” He turns it finding the buttons.

“The bottom one, the others are to change the pattern and the speed” You point to the power button.

“Oh,” Eddie smirks.

“Ok playboy let’s not get ahead of ourselves, we will start on level one” The low buzzing filled the room once again.

“I should take off my shorts…” you awkwardly suggested.

You hook your fingers into the waistband and wiggle your hips up and out.

“Ok so, just put it where you put your fingers before” you guide him by the wrist.

The vibrator makes contact with your swollen clit. “Oh god yes!” You arch your back in pleasure.

The feeling of the buzzing on your clit shot waves of euphoria through you. Eddie couldn’t wipe the Cheshire Cat smile off of his face. Having you at his mercy could have him busting a nut here and now.

Eddie kissed you while holding down the vibrator like his life depended on it. You were starting to get squirmy, your hips gyrated into him

“More Eddie, you moaned into his mouth.

“What do you want?” He asks

“Your fingers, please” you wine.

He stops kissing you, you can see the nervous look in his eyes.

“It’s okay Eddie you won’t hurt me.” You brush a piece of hair behind his ear.

A shaky hand grazed your slick folds and pushed up slowly and back out again, he repeated that until you showed him what to do next.

“That’s it Eds” you sighed into his mouth.

“Now go like this” You wiggled your index and middle finger in a come hither motion.

The coil in your lower stomach was getting tighter with each pump of his fingers you were being wound up until it snapped, Eddie feels your walls clench down in him and the thought of you doing that with his cock inside you only got him even more excited.

“Oh fuck yes Eddie!” You cried out with pleasure. Your heavy breaths and the low buzz of the vibrations filled the room.

“Woah” Edd breaks the silence,

“It’s-too much Eds” You push his hand away that was still holding the toy to your sensitive clit.

“oh shit sorry” he throws it to the side of the bed and captures your lips into another kiss.

You break the kiss to reach over to the nightstand and grab your condoms.

“Holly shit this is really happening,” Eddie says under his breath but you hear him.

“If you still want to yeah” You sit up on your knees and tell Eddie to get on his back.

“I’ll be on top to start you off ok, Then if you want to switch let me know.”

He nods his head like a kid who was asked if they wanted their favourite ice cream. You push Eddie’s shoulder back so he is propped up just a little on the pillows you straddle him again getting yourself situated.

“You wanna put it on or do you want me to?” You raise your brows at him.

“I’ll uh-I’ll do it” he clears his throat. You pass him the blue foiled pack and he expertly slips it over himself.

“You practice this before?” You giggle, he tells you to shut up and you raise up to your knees you grip his solid length in your hand.

You slowly sink down onto him, and Eddie lets out a guttural moan. You cup a hand over his mouth, you don’t want to wake up your roomies.

“Shhhhhhh” you sink down slowly, the way he is stretching you out makes you feel so full. You finally make it all the way to the hilt.

“You okay” you ask Eddie. That was a silly question, of course, he is okay. You start by grinding your hips releasing your hand from his mouth.

“Yea, more than ok baby.” You started to bounce on his cock, the way he was stretching you felt otherworldly.

“Fuck that’s it, so good f’me” he grits out.

He really had confidence for someone’s first time, but that was because he was with you.

“Fuck Eddie you’re so big” You let your head fall back.

The sight in front of Eddie only brought him closer to the brink. Your tight, hot cunt swallowing him, your tits bouncing in his face, he was so close.

Eddie remembered what you said about your nipples being sensitive, he leans forward and latches on. Your eyes roll back in your head at the sensation. The room is filled with the sound of pants and skin slapping skin.

“Yes! Eddie yes yes yes” You grab the back of his head and tug on his hair.

He lets out a moan, so you do it again. Eddie loves it when you tug on his locks.

“Fuck baby I’m not gonna last much longer.” He tilts his head up to kiss you, he slips his tongue in your mouth.

You are all-encompassed by Eddie, no one else on earth matters but him in this moment.

You let out a small yelp when Eddie unexpectedly flips you on your back. He was feral, he never had felt this before in his life he had to hold on a bit longer, needing to savour this feeling forever.

The new position forced his cock to hit your walls at a better angle. He bends your legs so they are by your ears. The look in his eyes has you swimming, he is consumed by you, and he watches his cock disappear in and out of your walls.

“Fuck Eddie I’m close, touch me please” Eddie didn’t think twice about grabbing the vibrator.

The memory of your velvety walls clench his fingers and drove him to make sure you were the first to cum. He needed you to cum on his cock like he needs air in his lungs.

Eddie hammered into you at a pace much faster than you were capable of while riding him. The tingling of the vibrations shook through your core, in less than a minute you were cumming on his cock.

You open your mouth to scream with pleasure but nothing comes out, your body shakes with pleasure as your second orgasm consumes you.

The second you clenched down on Eddie he was cumming with you. An animalistic groan leaves Eddie’s throat as his hot ropes of cum spill into the condom.

Eddie collapses onto you with a breathy laugh.

“Oh my god why did I wait so long to do this” he giggled into the crook of your neck.

“Because you never made a move!” You joke back. Eddie pecks your face with a million and one kisses.

“Fuck, sweetheart can we do that again?” He rests his head on your chest, looking at you with those baby cow eyes.

He grabs your hand and brings it to his chin.

“Sure Eds we can do that as many times as you want” Eddie didn’t give you a chance to to recover before he pounced on you for round two….

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lilywastaken · 2 years

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⇝ midnight .

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!AFAB!Reader.

PART ONE OF MÉNAGE.

SUMMARY: Simon makes the mistake of spending the night before one of the longest missions of his career in the arms of a woman he met at a pub, unaware of the consequences it would have on his life moving forward.

WARNINGS: AFAB!Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N!) NSFW [ Oral (F receiving), Degradation, Praising, size difference/kink, dacryphilia, dumbification, slight bondage, frottage, unprotected P in V, overstimulation, various orgasms, creampie.], Angst, Pregnancy, mentions of abortion, kind of OOC Simon? He’s just soft when he’s not Ghost, Canon typical violence.

A/N: My first COD fic! It also happens to be the longest piece of writing I've ever done 😵! This is the first part of a series I've been planning on writing for a while, so I'll hopefully get the second part out soon! Please don't forget to reblog/comment if you enjoy the fic, it helps a lot!!! Thanks for all the support!! <3

WORD COUNT: 10.1k.

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Going out wasn't one of Ghost's favourite things to do.

Even after getting back to his tiny flat in Manchester following a horribly long mission and shedding his mask, going back to the burly man his neighbours knew as Simon, some random guy who had moved in a few years ago and seldom stepped outside except for the random smoking session some of them would see him having on his balcony; he didn't enjoy going out.

So when he finally was able to relax onto his shitty leather sofa and catch up with some of the footy games he had missed while away, all he wanted more than anything was a good whiskey in his favourite (cleanest) glass.

And almost like a cartoon character staring at their empty wallet, Simon stared ahead at his liquor cabinet, jaw clenched as he spied at the remaining drops of alcohol that were left in the bottle, remembering the mental note he had made before leaving his flat the last time to get himself the alcohol he had chugged down during one of his depressive episodes.

So, in a fit of anger, he shoved on whatever clean clothes he could find in his duffle bag, skull balaclava pulled over his messy hair, and stomped down the stairs to the nearest Tesco…

…only to find it closed.

And fuck him if he was going to walk the extra hour to the nearest Morrison's just to get some shitty whiskey bottle to drown his sorrows in. At this point, he'd just go and sit in a corner of a pub, nursing what he would hope would be an acceptable liquor.

He was absolutely pissed by the time he made it into the homey bar, the universe having decided to make it it's personal mission to fuck him up today and making the worst storm possible start to rain upon Manchester.

Oh, and of course, the pub's tables were all full of teenagers (who definitely had fake IDs, no way they were all 18), and some old geezers who were shouting at the football game on TV (great, Manchester was loosing, another thing to worsen his night), leaving the only available seat one in the middle of the bar next to some woman chatting amicably to the waiter, who seemed a bit more interested in her cleavage than in what she had to say.

He slipped into the seat silently, his clear eyes death-staring into the bartender's, immediately scaring him shitless ("Yer about ta kill me with that look, Lt." Johnny had once joked about his murderous gaze, and to be fair, Simon was slightly hoping the scot would combust and die right there.), no doubt believing that he was with the woman and was about to punch his teeth in for staring longer than he should have.

As he scurried off into the back, you turned to him, taken aback at first as you made eye contact with the towering, wet, balaclava-clad man who was staring back at you, but you were brave enough to smile kindly at him, going back to running your finger over the rim of your drink, which Simon noticed was still and hardly drank out of, despite the lipstick smudges around the top. You'd been here a while, and by the way your leg was nervously jumping up and down as time passed by, he could only assume you'd been stood up.

Now, Simon wasn't dumb, far from it; and Simon was smart enough to recognize when someone was attractive, and he was pretty sure that the woman in front of him was drop-dead gorgeous despite the sad look that adorned your features. So, if he was correct, he couldn't even begin to fathom how someone could even start to think of standing up a woman like you, especially after inviting her to this shitty pub, where the food had definitely given him food poisoning before.

He hadn't realised how deep in thought he must have been while staring at your glass until a soft hand rested against his bicep, eyes instantly flashing back towards yours, instincts haywire from having been pulled out from his thoughts so suddenly.

"Sorry!" You immediately retracted your hand from his arm, smiling apologetically up at him before turning your gaze back to the golden liquid. "I asked if you were okay. I can't imagine walking around in a storm with just that on." You gestured towards his shirt, allowing Simon to look down and stare at the tight T-shirt he had chosen to wear, a few dirt stains decorating it in the worst way possible, having dressed for the occasion that was a 10pm trip to Tesco and not meeting up with a pretty woman at a pub.

"Wasn't planning on walking 'round." He grumbled out, his voice deeper than what you had expected, the thick accent and scratchy sound of it making shivers run down your spine and heat pool into your stomach, becoming horrified with yourself that you allowed such a minimal thing like a masked man's voice get you all hot and flustered like this.

"'Nd you? Doesn't seem like you're dressed for a night out at the Crown's." His eyes moved towards your dress, surprised with himself that he had actively been the one to continue the conversation; his thick hand reaching over to grab his drink from the bartender's hand (which he must have ordered during the haze he had been in before.) as he awaited your answer.

"Oh." He watched you smooth down your hair out from the corner of his eye, your hands shaky as they found comfort around the fancy glass of your whiskey. Or was it bourbon? Maybe rum? You seemed like the type of woman to appreciate a good glass of liquor. "Yeah, 'm waiting for someone."

He watched your eyes dart over to the clock hanging on the wall opposite you both, the little hand nearing the number 11.

"Could've taken you somewhere nicer." He commented, taking a jab at both the pub and your missing date, the small breathless chuckle that left your lips catching his attention.

"Yeah. Not like I expected a reservation at the Ritz, but somewhere that doesn't look like my grandad's favourite pub would be nice." You joked over the sound of some of the old men cheering in the background over some team scoring a goal, and while Simon would've normally turned around to make sure it had been Manchester, he was too focused on the mesmerising way your eyes looked in the dim light, your eyelashes fluttering innocently as you continued what had started as small talk, that evolved into friendly conversation and him buying you another drink, and that ended with him waiting for you outside the bathrooms, holding onto your tiny umbrella.

Simon wasn't one to frequent in hook-ups, but how enticing you had been when talking to him, the way your body looked in that dress and how you'd brushed your soft hand against his bicep (this time with another intent other than to snap him out of his stupor), had left him wanting, nay, craving more from you.

So when you looked out the window behind him before gesturing to the small umbrella hanging from your bag and asked if he wanted to take you home, he would have been demented to deny you.

His screen's brightness lit up his face as he scrolled over the scarce messages he had received across the almost 10 years he had had this crappy phone, about to delete Soap's number before you came out, a smile on your face and makeup freshly applied.

"Some girls helped me with my makeup in there." You commented happily, fingertips brushing over the blush that had been applied to the apples of your cheeks, which made you somehow look even more enticing than before. "I didn't have time to look in the mirror, but I hope it looks okay."

"Looks nice on you." He let out after processing your new look, his chest tightening as your smile somehow widened and your eyes brightened, having learned across the few hours you had spent together that Simon wasn't really one to show his emotions towards anyone, so a short compliment like that was a big step.

"You think?" You didn't wait for an answer, your hand finding his and starting to lead him out of the shadowy corner he had taken refuge in while your time in the bathroom, letting him push open the exit door so he could open up the umbrella, not caring about the raindrops falling onto him and darkening his clothes, the rain getting caught onto his eyelashes like morning dew on a spiders web, the beautiful orbs drawing you in like a butterfly happily flying into a spider's nest.

The umbrella was open and poised on top of you before you could even step out of the pub, Simon doing his best so you wouldn't be touched by the rain, aware of how uncomfortable some people got when it came to water running down your back or touching your face (especially when you looked so so pretty with your make-up.). Along with his massive frame walking next to you, you were pretty sure there was no way a single drop of water would touch your skin the whole way back home.

Which ended up being almost silent, you leading the way and commenting on random stores or things you passed, brightening up every time you got a chuckle out of him and melting whenever his hand would wrap around your waist as you passed some creepy man or a suspicious-looking group of teens, pulling you into his side so no one would even think of messing with you.

You were highly aware of how dangerous it was in hindsight to take some random man home (whose face you hadn't even seen yet!), but Simon made you feel safe, special, in some weird way… like as long as you were in his vicinity, nothing could happen to you, nothing could harm you. And you wanted to cling onto that feeling, onto the feeling of protection and warmth that Simon extruded.

So you didn't think twice about it, even as you slipped the key into the front door to your apartment complex and stood next to him the whole elevator ride up to your floor, his hand curled around yours with his thumb rubbing over your knuckles, the soft action enough to make heat pool into your tummy and your panties, getting worked up over casual affection from the breathtaking man.

"Y'sure about this, lovie?" His raspy voice made you fumble with your keys as he came up behind you, watching you struggle to unlock your flat as his breath hit your ear. "Tell me to leave and I will. Last chance."

Your breathing grew shaky as his own warmed your cheek, the way he worded it making it seem like the act you were both about to perform was something akin to letting a beast free, and even if it was, as long as Simon was the one to do it, you would have let him do anything.

"Yes." You managed to get out as your door finally opened, not even getting the time to take a step in before his hands were all over you, pushing you into the apartment and slamming the door closed behind him with his foot, his balaclava somehow being pulled up to his nose, high enough so you could gaze upon his soft pink lips and the blond stubble that adorned his chin and slightly crooked nose, aware that you would have spent hours tracing his features with your eyes, engraving them to memory, but he took away any thoughts away from you as he slotted his lips with yours.

You learned immediately that Simon's kisses were desperate, sloppy, needy. The way his hands gripped at your hips and his teeth nibbled onto your bottom lip, tongue running over yours as he trailed his palms down your thighs onto your feet, wrenching off your heels and ripping apart your tights, ignoring the angered whine that left your lips.

"Easier access, lovie." He murmured against your lips, finally pulling back with a sleazy grin on his lips, a string of spit connecting you both before breaking, allowing you a bit of time to catch your breath while he took in your living room, staring at the doors. "Bedroom?"

"Th- That one-" You hazardly pointed towards one of the doors behind you, squealing out loud as he grabbed you effortlessly and started to carry you towards your room, thighs pressed to his sides and ankles crossed behind his back, making sure to cling onto him so he wouldn't randomly drop you (Although by the way his muscles barely tensed when he had picked you up, and how easily he seemed to navigate around while carrying you made you think that there was no way he'd let you fall.)

Your back finally hit your familiar soft mattress, hands clenching onto your silk sheets as he watched you like a hawk, hands resting on the space of your thighs near your now-dripping cunt, thumbs rubbing into the soft pudge.

"Fuck… Just look t'you." He rumbled out, your cheeks growing warm as he continued to stare without moving, enjoying the way you started to squirm beneath his touch. "Calm, lovie, jus' taking my time wiv' you."

You mewled out at the deep tone his voice took, thighs threatening to close as one of his hands made his way towards your clothed cunt, which had been made accessible thanks to your now-ripped tights that had been left behind in the living room.

Simon forced your thighs back open with a grunt, glassy eyes darkening as he watched your own hands come up to cover your face out of embarrassment, letting himself soak in it for a moment before finally starting to act.

"Lean up f'me." You obeyed immediately, trembling under his touch as he slowly pulled your dress off, letting it pool onto the floor along with his shirt, which he had quickly gotten rid of as soon as you were in your lingerie. His eyes roamed the lace for a moment before letting out a dry chuckle, looking up at you to find you ogling at his scarred chest, almost drooling at the sight of his well built pecs and stomach. "Tryin' to get lucky tonight?" He spoke, fingers snapping your bra strap, thinking back to why you were originally at that pub in the first place.

"Shut up." You grumbled, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him up the bed so you could continue kissing him, having been left craving more ever since that breathtaking one in the foyer.

He didn't complain, quickly indulging you as he slotted his lips with yours once again, his kiss as sloppy as needy as before, openly moaning against them as your hands run under his balaclava to pull at the short strands of his coarse hair, his own hands wrapping your thighs around his waist so your clothed pussy could grind against the hard material of his trousers over his hardened cock, rejoicing in the way your moans and whines sounded as he drank them up.

"S'needy." He chastised softly as he pulled away, moving you both towards the top of the bed so you could rest your head on your pillows, catching your breath while he started slipping off his belt and trousers (the belt being placed on the bed, just in case), and letting you gaze upon the tent in his boxers, shivering at the monstrous sight of his cock, trying to imagine how in the living fuck would he fit inside you if he couldn't even fit properly in his boxers, pulling out a moan from your lipstick smudged lips at the simple thought of being fucked by such a tool.

"Like it?" He chuckled, slowly starting to lean down with his hands on your thighs, pulling one of them over his shoulder so he was face to face with your covered cunt, his breath warm as it hit your clit, making you whine. "Gunna let me have a taste?"

"Y-Yes, god, yes, Simon, please-" You breathed out all at once, desperate for his touch after the slow teasing, watching what was visible of his face scrunch up in mock laughter as he revelled in your whines.

"As you wish, lovie."

He didn't even bother pushing your panties aside before taking a lick of your cunt from bottom to top, pressing soft kisses to your clit to hear your desperate whines and feel your thighs shake beneath his touch, continuing to slowly make out with your clothed pussy, purposefully driving you insane with his limited touches.

"Off, off, pl-please, Si, please -" You whined, pushing his head away in an attempt to start to pull your panties down, crying out in frustration as he didn't budge, a growl leaving his lips and sending vibrations up your cunt.

"Don't touch. I'm taking my fucking time, pretty. Or would you rather me stick my cock into you without any prep?" You moaned out loudly at the thought, back threatening to arch as he slowly grasped at your panties, a humourless chuckle leaving his pretty lips. "Yeah, I bet your slutty pussy'd love that, wouldn't it, lovie?" He purred before finally sliding down your pants, taking a moment to stare at your cunt and let you squirm before slowly spreading your thighs again, immediately shoving his face into his prize and repeating his movements from before, but faster and rougher, letting you feel every inch of his tongue as it ran over your lips and slowly inched inside of your hole, your moans and silent screams only edging him further on until he took your engorged clit into his mouth and started sucking, placing a hand on your stomach and pushing your arching back down onto the mattress.

He was surprised, to say the least. Yes, he'd realised you were sensitive as soon as he had kissed you for the first time, but he hadn't expected you to almost burst into tears from being eaten out (He wasn't even /trying/ to make you cry, he wondered what would happen if he did.), so he wondered if all the men you'd been with before had gone down on you, but by the way you were reacting to such simple touches, he was pretty sure he knew the answer.

"So fuckin' sweet, baby." He murmured into your pussy as he let go of your swollen clit, giving your hole some attention as the hand that was on your tummy ran down to circle your clit, overstimulating you in the best way possible. "Taste like fuckin' heaven."

"Si- Simon-" you whined his name out so so sweetly, music to the normally cold lieutenant's ears. "Gonn- Fuuuck! 'Na cum! Please, please, Si, need to-"

"S'okay, let go for me, lovie." He basically purred into you as he continued licking contently at your gushing hole, fingers tactically rubbing on your clit, before changing spots, taking your clit back into his mouth and letting his fingers slip in to you, preening at the sweet gasp that left your lips at the sudden intrusion, his coarse fingers moving in and out and immediately finding that one spot that made your back arch and toes curl, and just as he was taught in the military, he took advantage of the weak spot (in this case, your sweet spot.) and didn't stop brushing his fingers against it, the increasing sound of his name alerting him of your upcoming orgasm.

And once the coil within your stomach snapped and Simon finally let your back arch of the bed, your release gushing out of you and coating his hand and wrist, you let out the loudest moan of his name, the sound immediately going to his painfully hard cock, but he didn't stop, tongue not ceasing its assault on your clit and fingers continuing to rub against your g-spot until you finally came down from your high, brain mushy and eyes glassy as you stared up at the cream ceiling.

"Such a good girl." He purred out as he finally stopped, retracting his wet fingers and taking them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and cleaning off all of the slick you had left from your orgasm, savouring it like he would with a lollipop. "Fuckin' taste amazing."

You whined in response, the embarrassment from having cummed so fast and having to watch him lick up all your release finally catching up to you, shaky hands moving to cover your sweaty face.

He clicked his tongue, grabbing them before they could cover your pretty features and holding them together in one hand.

"No, baby. Don't want you fuckin' hiding f'me." He snapped, slowly pulling them upwards so that they were pinned against the headboard, his other hand moving to gather the belt he had discarded not so long ago, quickly taking advantage of your cum-lax state to wrap it around your wrists, making sure it was tight enough to constrict you, but not tight enough to hurt, and letting you lie there while he started on getting rid of his boxers. "Wanna see that pretty face while you come undone on my cock. Isn't that what y'want too?"

You tried moving your head to nod, but it felt so so heavy that even the slightest movement felt like a chore, feeling grateful that Simon was a man able to move you around and dominate you without even breaking sweat, that all you needed to do was lie back and enjoy everything he gave you.

"Fuckin' hell. Not even fucked ya yet and you're 'lready gone?" He sneered, coming to hover over you so he could press wet kisses to your cheeks and neck, purposefully avoiding your lips. "Pretty girl gets her pussy played wiv and turns into a right proper slut, don' she?" He purred against your neck, his words making you shiver and squirm as your body instinctively tried to move away from the stimulus, only for him to pull you back towards him with grubby hands, a loud gasp leaving your lips as he pressed your crotches together, having expected the soft cotton of his boxers and not the hard, hot feeling of his cock flush against your dripping pussy.

"Oh- Oh my god, Simon, th-"

"Mm." He cut you off with a soft purr and a nip to your jugular, no doubt making sure that you'd wake up in purple marks the next morning as he did the same all over your neck. "'S me. All me, lovie. F'you."

You moaned at the implication, slowly starting to grind yourself against him as he made it his personal mission to cover your upper body in kisses, stopping at your clavicle and staring down at your bra, that was still to be taken off.

"Fuck, forgot all 'bout these." His hand came up to squeeze one of them softly, a small sound of pleasure leaving your lips at the added stimulation as you continued to rub your cunt against his hardened cock. "Pretty little things."

He started grinding his own hips against yours, watching with amazement at how quickly you reacted to his touch, your back arching enough for him to slip his hands behind and unclasping your bra suspiciously easy, pulling it off and throwing it behind him and landing god knows where, and leaving you finally completely bare beneath him.

"Look t'you." His warm hands immediately cupped your tits, thumb and pointer rubbing your nipples between them, pinching and pulling until they were hard, an amazed chuckle leaving his lips as he listened to your moans increase in sound, his grinding against you not ceasing either.

"Oh fuck- fuck fuck!" It was embarrassing, how quickly he had you whining and mewling beneath him, when you had found yourself struggling before to even feel something with men before him doing the same. It was just something about him, something about the way he sounded and touched, the precise movements against you, almost like he had been trained for your pleasure, to get you over the edge as many times as he could muster before even getting his dick wet.

Because the instant you felt his warm breath hit one of your perky breasts, you knew you were fucked, headed towards your second orgasm of the night. His warm mouth enveloped your hard nipple, pulling and tugging with his teeth and soothing the slight pain he left with his talented tongue, his grinding becoming quicker and rougher as he felt your thighs tremble around his waist, your eyes watering as you neared the release you oh so craved, gasping out loud as one of his hands came up to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing over your flushed skin.

"You gunna cry, baby? S'okay, let it out. Let it out f'me." He growled as he let go of your now throbbing nipple, moving to give your other neglected breast the same attention, hand leaving your face to run down to your core and slowly run over your clit, a huge contrast to the rough movements of his cock against you and his warm mouth on your nipple, all the different stimulations and feelings enough to push you over the edge and let the tears that had been collecting in your waterline finally fall, gasping moans and screams leaving your lips as you soaked his cock, body trembling beneath his ministrations as he chuckled against your nipple, enjoying the way you were slowly falling apart and he hadn't even pushed into you yet.

He didn't stop for a few moments, waiting until the moment where you would inevitably start whining and pushing him off with weak arms to cease, leaning back up with a shit eating grin as he waited for you to come down from your high.

"Oi, look at me." He taps one of his fingers on your face, moving your gaze towards his, a small, patronising pout tugging at his lips as he watches the tears roll down your cheeks. "Poor thing. You all fucked out yet? D'you think y'could still take my cock? Or are you too dumb f'that right now?"

"Y-yes, yes, please, please, need it so bad, Si! So so bad!" You stuttered out between laboured breaths, hands struggling against their binding, itching to be let free and feel his cock in your hands, which you could see between you, almost as girthy as a coke can and with a few prominent veins leading up to his flushed red tip, that was leaking pre spend you would gladly pay money to clean up with your tongue. "O-oh fuck, Simon, please -"

"Sh, shh. Calm down, y'little crybaby." He chastised, leaning down to softly press kisses over the tears that had gathered on your flushed cheeks, chuckling at how desperate you looked under him. "I'll give you what you want. Gon' fuck you so well, yeah? You'll feel me f'weeks, lovie."

"Fuck, yes, please! Want your cock so badly, please!" You cried, legs immediately spreading for him as soon as his calloused hands landed on the pudge of your thighs, slightly digging his fingers into them as he took in the beautiful sight of your soaking wet pussy, having half the mind to shove his cock in you without a second thought. But no.

"Calm." He snapped, one of his hands dropping your thighs and slapping your face softly to get your attention. "Protection, baby. You got a condom?"

He frowned as you shook your head, gasping for breath as you pointed over to your nightstand, where he could faintly see the glint of a packet of tablets in the dark. "Pill. 'M on the pill, Si. Clean. I'm clean."

He couldn't help the smile that crept onto his lips at the thought of being able to cum inside, and how eager you were acting to get him to finally stick his cock inside, whines and whimpers pulling him from his thoughts as he stared down at you.

"You going to let me cum inside then, lovie?" He teased, pulling your other thigh back up so the underside of both of them were resting flush against his bare chest, twitching cock resting on your overstimulated core. "Don' think I'm gonna be able to pull out."

"Don't want you to, fuck! Please, Simon, please!! Inside, want you to cum inside!"

A shiver racked through his body at your words, carefully letting one of your legs go and making sure it would stay there, wrapping around it to grab his cock, slowly sliding the head around your puffy lips to collect the slick, wanting the intrusion to be as painless as possible.

"Fuck… Alright, baby, alright. Breathe f'me." He whispered, letting the head of his cock press against your hole, telling himself to go slow and calm down, but by the way you were pulsing and clenching around the head, almost like you were pulling him in, made it hard to stay sane. "God, slutty lil' cunt's just swallowing me in, huh? Want this cock that bad?"

Your hands shook against their restraint as he started to push himself into your sopping hole, wanting nothing more than to grab onto something for stability, but you didn't want to risk him getting annoyed at you for trying to.

"S'okay, almost there." He mumbled, lying straight through his teeth because with one look down to where he was connected to it would prove that he wasn't even halfway in, and it was already proving difficult for your hole to accommodate to his massive size.

"S'big, Si, you're so biiig." You whined, spreading your legs slightly and pushing your body onto him to help, shivering as you could feel him start throbbing inside of you, no doubt needing his own climax after having spent so much time focusing on you.

You could feel your eyes start to flutter close, mouth dropping open as he finally bottomed out, his heavy balls flush against your ass and cock throbbing inside of you, taking a breather and letting you adjust to his size before he would start on his ruthless pace.

"Fuck, lovie, you droolin'?" He panted, a hand coming up to rest against your face and pull you out of your sex-drunk haze (Despite only getting his cock inside you now.), your eyes drowning in his crystal ones, hypnotised by his gaze as he used his thumb to rub away some of the drool that had dribbled down your chin. "Pretty girl finally gets some cock and turns into a drooling slut, huh?"

You let out a noise of complaint as your hands continued to struggle, the few coarse hairs that were peeking out from under his mask enough to make you want to bury your fingers in them, pull at his strands and dig your nails into his scalp as he rocked your world.

He seemed to to understand what you wanted, a chuckle leaving his swollen lips as he leaned over you, legs folding along with him and allowing him to reach a deeper point in your cunt you didn't know that existed, a loud moan escaping you as his calloused hands start undoing the belt, finally letting your wrists free and throwing the piece of leather away, his hands going back to holding onto one of your thighs and another gripping your waist.

"All yours, baby. All fuckin' yours."

He gave you a moment to react as he bottomed out, leaving you empty for a split moment before he slammed back in, cock head almost instantly hitting that sweet spot deep inside you, your hands immediately finding refuge on his shoulders, nails digging into the scarred skin as he repeated his ruthless thrusts, your body shaking beneath his as he pushed down onto your body, forcing you both into a mating press, your cunt tightening around his cock at the sight of his eyes rolling into the back of his head, tummy fluttering at the thought that he was enjoying this as much as you were.

"Fuck, so good, Simon! So fucking good!" Your hands trailed up to the nape of his neck and pulled at the few short hairs there, urging a growl out of him and causing him to slightly speed up, the head of his cock at this point abusing your g-spot, urging you to near your third orgasm. "Wan- Wanna cum, fuck, gonna cum, Simon!"

"Already, baby?" He spoke through bated breath, his stamina allowing him to keep a good and consistent pace, enough to please both of you and almost bring you to tears again. "That's okay, cum for me, lovie. Cum on my fucking cock, show me how much of a fucking whore you are f'me."

Your back arched, pressing your breasts to his sweaty chest, the extra stimulation from your nipples rubbing against his coarse skin finally pushing you over the edge, your cunt clamping down on his cock and making it near impossible for him to continue thrusting, but as the good soldier Simon was, he persisted, rutting into you with bared teeth and a clenched jaw, fucking you through your orgasm until your slick covered his balls and upper thighs.

"Good girl, good fucking girl." He rasped, hand moving from your waist up to your neck, giving an experimental squeeze and moaning as you clenched around him, a breathless chuckle leaving him. "Fuck, you're still clenchin' around me so nicely, love. Feel so fuckin' good, perfect lil' pussy all f'me..."

Simon was saying nonsense at this point, becoming near pussy drunk as his cock hammered into your puffy cunt, nearing his own peak after all the foreplay.

"Si- Simon-!" You keened, hands running under his mask to grasp at his hair properly, pulling at it to coax another guttural moan from him and leading him back down to engage in a messy kiss, teeth clanking together and spit being shared, feeling the desperation he was in as he continued to batter your pussy searching for his own orgasm. "Cum, please, please, cum inside!"

Simon's eyes rolled into the back of his head at your begging, eyelashes fluttering as his pace stuttered inside of you, cockhead pressing against the entrance to your cervix and finally going over the edge, his spend gushing into you and almost immediately filling you, his cock acting like a plug inside you.

"O-oh, fuuck…" He moaned out, voice going slightly high pitched as he relished in the euphoria of finishing inside of you, his nails leaving ten moon shaped indents on your hips, the pain nothing compared to the feeling of him finally fucking his spend into you, you'd have to worry about the inevitable bruises and marks in the morning before work. "Fuck, you're… fuck."

Simon lowered himself down, resting his sweaty balaclava-clad face on your shoulder as you both caught your breaths, his cock twitching inside of you as he rode the waves of his orgasm.

Your eyes were blown out, staring up at the ceiling as you were hit with a sudden wave of realisation, your brain finally catching up with your body and taking in everything that had just happened, especially the fact that you had allowed some masked man you'd met at a pub on a tinder date to ravage you like a starved animal.

"Oh my god." You said, voice wavering as you shivered beneath the mountain of a man, who's sweaty body was pressed flush to yours, his cock softening inside of you as you both started to sober up. "O-Oh my god, Simon."

He let out a moan against your skin, languidly thrusting one final time into you before slowly pulling out, peeling himself off of you and letting the cold air envelop your now-shivering body, the feeling of his warm cum dripping down your puffy cunt pulling out another broken whine from your lips.

"Look at that…" You tried moving away as Simon ran a finger down your spent hole, gathering his cum best he could before slowly shoving it back into you, clicking his tongue at your reaction before leaning down and pressing a final kiss to your clit, the loud cry that left you making him smile almost predatorily. "So, so pretty, baby."

Your eyelids fluttered closed as you felt the bed shift beneath Simon's moving weight, allowing you time to set your head on straight and think about the next words that were going to come out of your mouth (That weren't strangled moans of the blond's name and jumbled cries about how good he felt.) while he moved around, no doubt getting his discarded clothes so he could slip away into the night.

"...leavin'?" You finally mustered out, letting your head fall to a side so you could watch him pick up his boxers and slip them on, his balaclava fixed into place like it had been when you met him, leaving you to stare into his mysterious blue eyes, the only gateway into the man who had just finished ravishing you.

"..." He turned to look at you over his shoulder, eyes trailing over your shivering frame as he fought internally over your words.

Ghost knew that it would be dangerous to stay, to indulge in your touch and show himself to you in one of his most vulnerable states. He didn't know you outside of the few hours he had spent with you, and even with that, it wasn't enough for Ghost to let his guard down around you.

Simon wanted to stay, he wanted to climb back into bed and let you curl into his side, let his warm hands run up and down your warm skin like he had done while pleasuring you, listen to your snores and even breathing. And despite probably not being able to fall asleep himself, Simon knew that it would be one of the few tranquil nights of his life.

So despite Ghost's alarming protests ringing in his head, Simon slowly made his way into the empty spot of your bed next to you, the covers soft and cool against his heated skin, soothing the raging fire that seemed to boil inside of him at the mere sight of you, his large arms wrapping around you and pulling you towards his side of the bed.

As soon as your bare body made contact with his, you melted like ice cream on a hot day, curling into his side and allowing him to wrap his tattooed arm around you, calloused hands running up and down your sides, taking his sweet time memorising every curve and dip of your body as you rested your head onto his chest, ear pressed right above his rapidly beating heart.

Not one word was exchanged between you both the whole time you lied together, his fingers tracing every little nook and cranny of your skin he could find, stopping every once in a while to rub on a tense muscle or over a scar, the soft ministrations swiftly lulling you to sleep.

The hand that you had splayed on his chest was mimicking his movements, fingers running over the blond hair that adorned his chest, playing with the small cross that dangled from the small chain necklace around his neck. Every time his hand would come up to rub at your shoulders, you caught a peak at the many tattoos that sleeved his arm, and as much as you wanted to turn around and commit all of them to memory, every time you tried to move, he'd press you closer, as if he knew that if he did allow you to, you'd only put off sleeping for longer.

As your eyelids started drooping, you felt his other hand come up to rest over your smaller one, toughened fingers intertwining with your own softer ones, a tired smile forming at your lips before finally clocking out, his heartbeat a firm rhythm that pulled you further and further into the soft grasp of Hypnos.

As expected, Simon didn't sleep a wink.

He had tried to close his eyes and enjoy the warmth you radiated, trying his best to let your soft snores and murmurs lull him to sleep, but it was impossible.

Despite not having slept for more than two days, he was unable to fall asleep, on edge after the catastrophe that was his last mission.

That was one of the reasons he had decided to step out of his comfort zone and allow himself a night of indulgence with you, a night of letting himself go and take out all his anger on you, but he had been impuissant to hurt you or even come close to actually wound you, instead taking it as slow as he knew how to and muttering soft praises and sweet nicknames into your ear along with the degradation that he'd mixed in.

And even after tiring himself out, he still couldn't let himself fully relax.

But as he turned his head to look down at your sleeping face, he thought that maybe this wasn't so bad. He felt… at ease, for the first time in a while. No strident alarms to wake him up at the crack of dawn, no ringing in his ears as a grenade went off near him, no desperately patching up a wound and drenching his hands in blood, no screams and pleas of mercy reverberating around his head as he disposed of the enemy.

None of that. It was just you. With your body curled into his side and your soft skin beneath a killer's hands.

Which is why he wished he could stay there forever. Lock the door and have you in his arms for the rest of his life, without the paranoia and the horrors that followed him everywhere he went, only focus on you and how mushy you made him feel with only a few hours of knowing him.

Which is why he wished he could have just fallen asleep and ignored the vibrations that came from beneath his discarded clothes, that he didn't leave your side and pick up the phone, that he hadn't followed orders like he always did and hadn't left you alone.

He carefully tucked you in, making his side of the bed before hesitantly brushing his scarred knuckles against your flushed cheeks, an alternative to the kiss he oh-so wanted to press down onto you until you woke up, until you asked him to stay, until he caved in and left the 141 to fend for themselves.

But he didn't.

He closed the door to your bedroom, slipped his phone and keys back into his pockets and headed towards the front door, ready to leave you behind and go back to being Ghost.

But as his hand reached for the doorknob, his eyes caught onto a stack of fluorescent yellow sticky notes on the kitchen counter, and in a stroke of not so genius, he grabbed the nearest pen and scribbled down his number onto the piece of paper, signing it with a simple "S .", hoping that you'd deduce it was from him, and not from some random person whose name started with the letter S that had broken into your apartment just to give you their number.

He stuck it a bit too aggressively to the almost bare fridge, making sure it was in a visible spot that you wouldn't be able to miss before finally stepping out of your flat, adjusting his mask in the elevator's mirror and going back to the cold hearted killer his fellow soldiers knew as Ghost.

He'd expected it to be a short mission.

One that they'd be able to finish within two weeks at best so he could go back to his cramped flat in Manchester and hopefully get back to you.

He'd spent almost every day of the first week of his departure wondering if you'd found the note, if when he'd retrieve his phone back from his locker back at base, he'd find a few messages from an unknown number he hoped was yours, asking him how he was, asking him to meet up again, wondering if he was okay…

That's what mostly kept him going for the first few days.

Until it all went haywire.

The mission escalated quickly into a mess of soldiers and betrayals, flying from place to place and taking more lives with his bare hands than he had ever before.

Blood soaked his hands in a way it never had, the toll of deaths on his name increasing with every passing day, week, month, year.

When the mission that had started off as something simple, something Ghost couldn't even remember, ended after a year, the 141 couldn't be more relieved. And exhausted.

They'd fought for many months straight, barely finding places to get a wink of sleep, and sometimes even running out of food while they camped out in one of the dingy safe houses of whatever city they were currently stranded in.

But it was finally over. Their target had been disposed of and any enemy that remained had either been eliminated or had scurried off.

As the chopper brought them back to base, none of them said a word, even Johnny refrained from making any jokes, knowing that it would only piss off both of his superiors and maybe get a tired chuckle out of Gaz.

Price uttered a "Good job." to all of them before patting them on the shoulder and going to his office, no doubt ready to go back home and have the sleep of his life.

The two sergeants withheld from talking too much to their lieutenant, murmuring a goodbye to him before going their own way, Ghost not even bothering to answer, too mentally and physically exhausted to even open his mouth to speak.

The first thing he did once he reached his locker was throw the goddamn mask off, letting the plastic skull clatter against the tiles as he rummaged through his belongings, wanting nothing more than to get into some clean clothes and go back home, where he would drink away the horrors that would no doubt follow him and probably pass out watching reruns of football games he had missed.

The clothes he had worn the day before the mission were tighter, accentuating the change in his physique after putting his muscles to work for a whole year, the seams of his trousers digging uncomfortably into his legs, his pockets full of random junk he had left in there.

He fished for whatever was currently pressing against his backside, pulling out his small phone from the pocket, frowning down at the gadget, which was no doubt out of battery after being left for so long.

Simon was pleasantly surprised when the screen brightened, showing his black lock screen and the time, the battery hanging onto dear life with a 1%. He moved to grab his charger, his eyes still trained on the incoming notifications that would soon flood his home screen, not really expecting much aside from the emails entailing rubbish deals or the occasional spam from a porn site he'd signed up to as a teen and hadn't been able to delete.

Instead, he was bombarded with over a thousand notifications at once, all from the same unknown number, the messages going too quickly for his tired eyes, focusing on the random words he was able to take from the rapidly passing texts.

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Answer.

Ignoring.

Asshole.

Appointment.

Doctor.

Pub.

Baby.

Pregnancy.

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His mind blocked itself off as he processed the last word, trying to make sense of all the confusing messages that had been sent to his phone.

Had it been by accident? Was he the recipient of some prank? Had he unknowingly given out his number to someo-

You.

Simon's throat went dry as the realisation dawned on him. Without sparing another second, he unlocked his phone, clicking onto the notifications and scrolling down as fast he could while still intaking information, afraid that his phone would die out at any point in time and render him utterly confused and terrified.

His body went on autopilot the more he read, brain fuzzy as if he had just drank a whole bottle of hard-hitting liquor, his eyes fixed on the bright screen of his phone in terror.

He was in shock. His mind wasn't in the right state to process any of this, he wasn't able to properly begin to fathom the meaning behind your words, as simple as they were.

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— I'm pregnant.

— I'm fucking pregnant, Simon.

— I don't know how it happened, the chances of the pill failing are so fucking low, and of course it happened to us.

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— Please pick up.

— I know you're getting the messages.

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— The doctor told me it's too dangerous to perform the abortion.

— I have to keep it or risk my life.

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— I need you to answer, Simon. Please, I just need to know that you're there.

— I'm scared.

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— You're such an asshole, you know that, right?! Fucking gave me your number only to disappear? Left me pregnant with your bloody kid!? And you can't even bother to pick up the goddamn phone.

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— Fuck you.

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— …

— It's a boy. Thought you'd want to know.

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— My due date is in a month. Please… call me, if you're even reading these. I don't want to be alone.

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The phone flashed the low power message in hopes that Simon would take mercy on it and finally plug it in, but Simon paid it no mind, clear eyes staring down at the picture you'd attached during one of the first months of your pregnancy.

The blurry picture of an ecography staring back at him disproved any doubts that might have formed in his mind, your full name displayed at the bottom along with the date it was taken, solidifying the fact even more.

It was real. This was real. You'd been carrying his son for 9 months, sending him frantic and terrified messages all throughout the three trimesters in hopes that he'd answer, all the while he had forgotten all about you in the midst of his mission, while you probably didn't spend a single day of that year not thinking about him.

His phone went dark once it finally had enough, leaving him standing there with a dry throat and shaky hands.

It was rare for Ghost to feel fear, but not for Simon. His throat would contract with every breath, his nose would sting as tears threatened to form on his waterline, his hands would get shaky until he balled them up and threw a punch into whatever item was closest.

This time wasn't any different. He punched his locker door, denting the metal effortlessly as he tried to wash away the fear and guilt creeping up to him with the pain that bloomed at his knuckles, that ran up his arms like electric shocks until they went numb.

He was an asshole.

Simon knew that it wasn't his fault that the mission had been extended for way too long, but he kept thinking back to the moment he'd placed his number on your fridge, wondering what would have happened if he'd done the smart thing and added that he'd be unavailable for a while, but that he'd get back to you. Maybe you would have been less scared while going through the pregnancy, comforted by the thought that he hadn't been ignoring you, but he knew that even then, you would have gone through it alone and terrified.

"I'm an asshole."

He rested his head against the dented locker, the cool metal soothing the headache that had quickly formed after all the conflicting feelings that had rushed through him in the matter of a minute.

All he had wanted was to go back home and rest, but fuck him if he was going to be able to even close his eyes after learning he was a father.

He packed everything up as quickly as he could, not bothering to say goodbye or join the other three for a drink at a pub, heading to his car so he could get the fuck out of London and back to Manchester, where he prayed you still lived, in that tiny flat near that dingy pub where he had first laid eyes on you in.

As his gloved hands gripped the steering wheel hard enough to turn his knuckles white, a terrifying thought struck him.

Who's to say you had even kept the baby?

Who's to say you couldn't bear to look at the baby, that you'd given him away to a way more functional family?

The thought inflicted fear in him, a type of fear he didn't know if he should be feeling or not, confused with all the unpleasant emotions swirling inside of him.

"God, fuck!" He slammed his hands onto the steering wheel, the roar he had let out no doubt scaring any civilian that had been walking near his car at the time, but he couldn't care less.

All that was important now was getting back to you, to what he hoped was still the mother of his son.

Happy giggles and gurgles filled the living room, your tiny baby outstretching his arms out as you cycled his legs slowly, making silly faces down at him to keep him distracted.

Your doctor had recommended small exercises like these, some that would help develop his future motor skills, but you'd found that Tommy was a curious baby, one that couldn't stay still for longer than five minutes before he was whining and huffing in a futile attempt to get your attention and hopefully release him from his tiny prison; and so, in order to keep him focused, you resorted to having leisured conversations with him, your small son hanging onto your every word with wide blue eyes and a gaping mouth, as if he could understand your frustrations with the man who had blocked your car off and the girl from the bakery that had gotten your order wrong, or making silly faces at him to hear him giggle with glee.

You placed his small feet down and went back to your resting face, his eyes instantly going from your face to the closest toy, small chubby arm reaching out to grab it, your fingers running over his tummy and getting out a few giggles out of him before he finally grasped the toy, pressing it into his side.

As he distracted himself, you let yourself sit down properly, back hitting the edge of the sofa as you watched your son roll around on the blanket you'd laid down, letting yourself look up at the TV for a moment to have a small break, the news reporter standing in front of Big Ben ranting about some resolved political dispute or something.

Your eyes trailed back down to your son, who was wriggling around with a new toy in his grasp, cooing and drooling as he stared up at the ceiling, blue eyes fixed on one of the many cracks in the ceiling.

You winced at the not so friendly reminder of the state your flat was in. Going through a pregnancy on your own without any help and barely any money to take care of yourself left your home in a condition you were not proud of. You'd tried your best to clean and make the nursery as cosy as possible, but at the end of your third trimester you could barely lean down to pick up the hoover. Once you had been allowed back home, you'd cleaned up, but you couldn't really do much to fix the poor way your building had been constructed.

A sigh left your lips, leaning down to rest your head against your knees with closed eyes, giving yourself a few moments of sacred rest, something you seldom got anymore those days.

Sometimes, you thought as you wrapped your arms around your legs, you wished you weren't alone. As much hate you had harboured for your son's father across the year, you couldn't help the longing that still filled you every time you thought about him, wondering if you'd ever see him again, if he'd ever hold his son in his arms.

Frustrated tears filled the corners of your eyes, wiping them away with your sleeves before turning your attention back to your son, who was now squirming in his spot making grabby hands at you.

"I've got you, duck, don't worry." You cooed, picking him up and pressing a few kisses to his chubby cheeks, cradling him to your chest as you got up from the floor, careful to not drop him or bump him into anything.

As you took him back to his room, routinely changing his diaper and clothes, you thought back to the small breakdown you almost had had a few minutes ago, letting out an exhausted sigh. There was no use in imagining a future where Simon fit in, you'd given him enough time to answer, to show any signs of life at all. You were alone.

You were on the verge of tears as you placed Tommy in his tiny crib, handing him the small duck plushie your grandma had knitted a few months back when she had come to visit, watching him cling onto it in his sleep for a few moments, his soft breaths and coos tranquillising the waves of anxiety threatening to drown you.

"Good night, Tom." You whispered, pressing a kiss to his chubby cheek before flicking on the night light, carefully closing the door and resting your body against it, a shaky sigh leaving your chapped lips.

God, you were pathetic. Hung up over a man who you'd only known for a few hours, who'd left you with a baby (unknowingly or not, didn't matter), who still haunted your dreams every time you tried to get some rest. Why couldn't he have just picked up the phone? Why had he just given you his fucking number if he wasn't bothering on answering? Why had he gotten into your head so easily, with his sweet nicknames and soft kisses? Why couldn't you just fucking mov-

Your whole body jumped as the shrill doorbell rang, the sound reverberating around the flat and no doubt reaching Tommy's sensitive ears.

"God, yeah, I hear it!" You cried out as the sound didn't stop, starting to get worried that it would wake your baby up and then you'd have to deal with putting him to sleep all over again. "Fuck! I know, I'm coming!"

You looked through the peephole, eyebrows furrowing as you gazed upon a man's tacky army jacket instead of the normal face, so either this guy was incredibly fucking tall or he was standing on a stool.

Knowing that the area you lived in wasn't the safest, you unlocked the door but kept the chain latch on, a gap big enough so you could see the guy outside but not big enough for him to attack you.

"What?" You snapped, a bit harsher than how you'd normally answer the door, but this guy didn't really deserve any respect after how he'd basically abused your doorbell to the point of the sound still ringing in your ears. "What do you-"

Your gaze had been fixed onto his chest, scanning the army jacket you had spied through the peephole, cringing internally at the Union Jack plastered on his left bicep, hoping to God that he wasn't some type of Tory propagandist going door to door. But as your eyes trailed up to meet his, your mouth went dry.

Crystal blue eyes framed by pretty blonde eyelashes (identical to the blue eyes your son had been staring up at you with for the past three months), contrasting with the black face paint that was smeared around his eyes, the rest of his face obscured by that damn skull balaclava that haunted you.

It was him. It was fucking him.

"Simon." You said his name breathlessly, not missing the way his body stiffened at your shaky tone.

"Yeah. It's me."

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x fem reader #ghost x female reader #cod mwii #call of duty #ghost x you #ghost fanfiction #ghost x fem!reader #ghost fic #cod mwii x reader #ghost smut #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #cw pregnancy #— ménage

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joeshiestyslover · 8 months

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i just wanna feel your love again

pairing: cocky!joe burrow x reader

summary: you see joe again two years after you left to pursue your dream job in new york

warnings: language, some angst, some fluff, happy ending bc joe deserves it

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a/n: part two to hotel room bc i know y’all wanted it so here you go!!

it’s too late for us. those words cut through joe’s heart like a knife. he regrets letting you walk out his front door without fighting for you. joe really was in love with you, but for some reason he couldn’t show it. something inside him prevented him from telling you how he felt, and because of that he lost the only person he truly loved. since that night, joe swore to himself that if the opportunity ever presented itself, he would never let you walk out of his life again.

it’s been two years since that night, and joe still has hope that he’ll see you again. he stopped hooking up with random girls, he stopped drinking and going to clubs, and he turned all his attention towards football.

joe still checks up on you sometimes. a few months ago, you finally unblocked joe on instagram, though his number remained blocked, but he’ll take what he can get. when he looks through your posts, he’s happy to see you doing so well. you’re thriving with your new job and your new friends, and it seemed as though you would stay in new york forever. little did joe know, that your job is relocating you back to cincinnati.

the moment you stepped back in ohio, you felt like you were home again. you made so many great memories in cincy, but there were bad ones too. well, one bad memory in particular: the night you left joe for good. that night is on constant replay in the back of your mind. since you left, you always wondered what if. what if you stayed? what if you told joe you loved him back? you tried not to think about him, but it was just so difficult. you loved joe with everything in you, hell you still do, but you know it would never work. joe isn’t the type of guy you marry and have kids with; he’s the guy you have fun with in your early twenties before you realize you want something serious.

ever since you got back to cincinnati, you’ve been thinking about joe. what would you do if you saw him? what the hell would you say to him? you decide to try to take your mind off the quarterback by going out with your friend, kennedy, who you haven’t seen since you left for new york. you both decided to meet the club you two always went to, and coincidentally, the same club where you met joe.

your uber pulls up to the club, and you take a deep breath before thanking the driver and getting out of the car. the moment you walk in your eyes connect with kennedy, and you let out a sigh of relief. “y/n!!!” kennedy yells as she basically sprints across the club to hug you. “i missed you so much! you have to tell me all about new york!” she exclaims excitedly. “i missed you too, and i will tell you about new york, but for right now let’s drink!” kennedy laughs and leads you over to the bar, where you order two shots of fireball. once you receive your shots from the bartender, you immediately down the shot, and you wince at the burning sensation in the back of your throat. “we should go dance!” you yell. “omg yes let’s go!” kennedy takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor.

you don’t know how long you were dancing for, but after a while, you both go back to the bar for more drinks. you’re about to take your fifth shot when you hear kennedy gasp. “what is it?” you ask, concerned. “y/n, don’t turn around, but there’s a certain blonde, blue-eyed quarterback fifteen feet behind you.” you freeze. there’s no way. going against your friend, you slowly turn around to find the man you fell in love with. you quickly turn back around to avoid him spotting you.

across the club, joe is accompanied by his teammates who somehow convinced him to go out with them. they all settle in a corner before joe’s teammate, ja’marr, speaks up. “there’s no fucking way bro.” joe’s eyebrow raises. “what?” “dude look straight ahead at those two girls at the bar.” ja’marr points to exactly where you and your friend are standing. joe’s eyes follow to where his receiver’s hand is point and his eyes settle on you. at first, he thinks he’s dreaming, but it really is you, and you look more beautiful than you’ve ever looked. you’re practically glowing.

he sees you and kennedy trying to leave, and he almost lets you, but he remembered the promise he made to himself the night you left. without a word to his team, he begins to run towards you, determined to get you to hear him out.

you and kennedy are outside, booking an uber when you hear your name. you shake it off, thinking you’re just hearing things, but you hear it again. you turn to where the voice is coming from, and you lock eyes with joe. before you know it, joe is standing in front of you. “joe what the hell are you doing?” “y/n look before you say anything, i fucked up. i waited too long to tell you how i felt and i paid the price. i lost the love of my life. after you left i bettered myself. i stopped hooking up with random girls, i stopped drinking, and i stopped going to clubs every weekend. hell, this is the first club i’ve been to in over a year. y/n i love you so much, and i can’t stop loving you no matter how hard i try. it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but i just had to tell you.”

you’re speechless. one part of you wants to punch him in the face and tell him to fuck off, but the other part of you wants to leap into his arms and kiss him. “joe… i would be lying if i said i don’t love you because i do, but you treated me like shit. you made me feel horrible about myself, like i didn’t matter.” you can feel your eyes begin to burn from the tears that are forming. “i cannot tell you how sorry i am for doing that to you. i promise that i will continue to be the man you deserve. please just give me the chance to prove that to you.” he takes your hand, and you let him. you bring your hand up to joe’s cheek. “just please don’t hurt me again.” you tell him as he grins from ear to ear. “i would never dream of it honey.” he replies as he dips his head down to kiss you with passion that you had never felt with him before. it may have taken a while to get to this point, but it was well worth the wait.

#joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #nfl #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fic #cincinatti bengals #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow angst #cincinnati

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chunksworld · 2 years

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Grant Your Wish

LE SSERAFIM Chaewon x Male Reader | (Tags: Smut) | needy!Chaewon

A/N 1: Finally got the chance to write my iz*one/le sserafim bias. Thank you @kaedespicelatte as always for proofreading and beta reading, this is dedicated to you and all of my fellow chaewon simps.

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“Manager-nim, don’t miss us too much okay? You still have Chaewon unnie to accompany you. Mwah!”

Before you could even respond, the rambunctious blonde blows you a kiss and already has one foot out the door with her luggage while the rest of the members follow her with their own. It’s only unfortunate that you couldn’t come with them knowing that they’re going to Jeju Island and a vacation is definitely what you need after a stressful past few months—you’ve also heard just how good the seafood is over there and you definitely wanted to try it yourself. But at least the girls get a well-deserved break, they truly have been working their tails off for their fans and it’s nice to see them get rewarded for it.

Work for you, however, continues as you’ve been assigned as Chaewon’s personal manager for the meantime—a two-week arrangement that certainly doesn’t bode well for you considering that you have such a huge crush on the group’s leader, her unreal visuals combined with her angelic vocals causing you to fall in love with her hard. You should be ecstatic that you’d get to spend plenty of alone time with her as a result but she’s the member that you interact with the least, focusing most of your time managing Yunjin instead. Plus, you don’t exactly have the confidence to just strike up a conversation so casually with her.

The challenge starts as soon as the members bid you farewell and the door is shut, leaving you on your own in this oasis known as their dorm. You’ve only stepped foot here once or twice (ten times if you count all of the instances that you’ve had to personally carry a drunk Yunjin home) and it only hits you now just how stunning the place is, the company clearly invested heavily on the group. The living room is as big as your studio apartment and filled with furniture that you know you’ll never be able to afford while the kitchen is filled with top-of-the-line appliances that chefs could only dream of.

Sit on the couch and feel just how soft the fabric is, perfect to sleep on—you didn’t even need to bring your sleeping bag. But you didn’t want to move around too much, this is still their personal space and you are just a guest. A male guest, more specifically, and considering that they’re a girl group, they probably don’t have guys over their dorm that much (except for that one time Yunjin brought some random dude she met at a bar and you went to great lengths to make sure she didn’t get exposed). But you don’t know what else to do, Chaewon is probably sleeping in her room and management specified for you to never leave her side for “security purposes.” Since when does a grown person need babysitting? And why did she choose not to tag along with the rest of the girls?

But orders are orders, plus you’re getting paid to basically do nothing so you can’t exactly complain. Thankfully you brought your laptop with you so you can get some work done and watch some Netflix to pass time so these next two weeks should be a breeze, right? Maybe Chaewon will only leave her room for meals, maybe you won’t have any heart-racing interactions with her that will cause you to inevitably stutter and start fanboying like an idiot, maybe everything will go smo–

“Hey, manager-nim.”

A familiar soft, yet piercing voice breaks your train of thought and the aforementioned woman emerges from her bedroom looking oh-so-adorable in an oversized white shirt—the sight alone already has you malfunctioning internally. Fuck, she looks so cute. Even more so when she flashes you a smile and a wave as she walks over towards the couches and sits next to you. Your palms are starting to perspire and your heart is beating so quickly you might as well have just ran an entire marathon. You’ve already lost your composure and just like that, your plans are thrown out the window.

“H-Hey.”

Great. Now you can’t even utter such a simple word. It must be so obvious just how much you’re freaking out because she laughs hard and the way her eyes form crescents stirs butterflies in your stomach—or maybe that’s just hunger from not eating breakfast due to how much you were dreading this day.

“Yah, why are you so nervous? It’s not like I bite or anything.”

“R-Right, sorry.” A sheepish smile. How are you supposed to tell her how infatuated you are with her and how such a simple task as striking up a conversation is harder than all of the exams you took in high school?

“Come on! We’ve known each other for over a year now, and yet you still act like I’m a stranger?”

Right. You still couldn’t believe your eyes when she walked through the doors of the company, you only heard the rumors swirling around but you refused to believe any of it; more so when you were told that you were going to manage her group. When that fateful day finally came, it was like your birthday and Christmas combined into one. Forget studying to be a doctor or an engineer, you consider becoming a manager of her group an achievement that can’t be matched by anything.

“And we’re even the same age! That’s pretty insulting to a woman, you know.” A fine woman, at that

You try to come up with something, anything but you’re scrambling like a deer in the headlights and your vocabulary has been reduced to only saying: “I-I’m sorry.”

“I’ll be hurt if you keep apologizing.” She playfully pouts, though you can see how there’s some truth to the words she’s saying and it’s enough to finally get you to your senses. She’s right. You’re a professional and it’s time to act as such; this is just a work assignment and nothing else. So what if you have a painfully huge crush on her?

With that renewed mindset, you straighten your posture and begin to relax though giving her a direct look in those captivating eyes still manages to fluster you—but given how absolutely stunning she is, who wouldn’t be? “Fine. No more apologies, okay? I’ll do better from now on.”

“There you go. It’s just gonna be the two of us for some time, so lighten up!” You miss the way her cheeks redden at her own statement because you’re too caught up at the thoughts that came up in your head at such implications.

Fortunately, everything was peaceful after that. Chaewon wanted to catch up on some movies and that’s exactly what she did, not before begging you to go to the convenience store with her to buy some snacks. For once, it felt nice not losing your mind every time you were in close proximity with her. You don’t miss the way she would sneakily initiate skinship by either casually brushing her hand against yours and leaning ever so closely but you ignore it.

It was only inevitable that she’d be tired after the third movie; you were surprised that she even managed to stay awake for so long because you were definitely drifting in and out of sleep after the second one—you still haven’t fixed your sleep schedule after all. It was already pretty dark outside and knowing Chaewon, her schedule is probably just as broken as yours. As the credits rolled, you yawned which caused her to do the same—fatigue settling in after such a long movie marathon.

“Looks like you didn’t get to watch any movies during promotion, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m using up all of the opportunities now to do so.” She grabs a pillow and places it on her lap, a pout forming on her lips once again at the thought. “We’re gonna be busy next year preparing for our world tour so I won’t have any time again.”

“I can only imagine, being a leader must be stressful and time-consuming so I’m glad you’re getting some time off.” You really are, which is why it baffles you even more that she decided to stay here in Seoul instead of going out on vacation with the rest of the members.

“Of course! You should know just how chaotic the rest of the girls are but I love them so I’m completely okay with it.”

But as they say, curiosity kills the cat and you wouldn’t be able to stay put without ever finding out the reason. “By the way, why did you decide to stay home?” And you almost immediately regret asking her the question because of the smirk on her face.

“So I can do this.”

In a flash you feel Chaewon’s soft pair of lips mash with yours as she straddles your lap, allowing you to taste her strawberry lip balm. It only takes a quick second to realize that she’s not wearing any shorts underneath her shirt as you can feel a growing wetness on your crotch. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around her waist while her hands creep up underneath your shirt. It also only takes you a quick second to realize that none of this should be happening, though the growing bulge on your pants completely says otherwise.

You use your last ounce of professionalism to pull away from the liplock, every passing second withering it away. “C-Chaewon, wait!”

“I want you, manager-nim.” Her response is quick and firm, but even if she didn’t tell you anything you can see the burning passion in her eyes. She doesn’t let you respond as she engages into another kiss, this time it’s much more desperate and lustful as she swirls her tongue around yours. Feel her whimper and moan as she presses her body against yours—she must not be wearing any bra either because you can also feel her soft breasts through the cloth.

But this can’t happen; you’re a manager and she’s an idol—getting caught under such circumstances is almost certainly a death sentence in this harsh industry. If she doesn’t give you the opportunity to talk then you’ll have to do it yourself. You pull away from the kiss once again, though your male instincts wants to keep going. And just the thought of her choosing not to be with her members for this is causing your brain to go haywire. “Wait! We can’t do this!”

“Why not? No one is here.” Chaewon shrugs as if that was the overarching problem about this entire ordeal, her hands rest on your chest as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes captivate you once again and seeing them up close is much better than any fancams or pictures taken by her dedicated fansites. You almost get lost in the vast ocean of her beautiful eyes but you try to remain firm.

“That’s not the point!”

“And the point is what, exactly? Does it say in your contract that you can’t have sex with the talent, manager-nim?” She then grabs the hem of her oversized shirt and begins to pull it upwards gently, exposing more of her lovely thighs and her white laced panties. A soft moan from her as she can feel your length throb underneath her and she knows that she’s oh-so-close to convincing you.

You want to look away, you have to look away. As much as your dick is loving what is currently happening, you know what the consequences of engaging in such an act would be. But it’s hard to make a logical decision when all you can feel is her crotch grinding against your bulge as she slowly and painfully continues to pull her shirt upwards, revealing her tight tummy.

Unfortunately you can’t look away as her intense aura glues your eyes towards her heavenly body as she eventually reveals it to you, throwing the shirt somewhere in the living room. Your cock can’t stop twitching at the sight: small but perky breasts, well-defined abs, and shoulders so beautiful that you just want to leave hickeys all over them. Her body is even more perfect than you imagined and you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t have a wet dream (or two) about her. She smirks seeing you drool at her half-naked body and the alluring lip bite that she gives you is the nail in the coffin.

Fuck it, might as well grant her wish right? “N-No.”

“Exactly. It’s only a problem if you make it, manager-nim. No one has to know about this.” She urges you to take off your shirt and that piece of clothing is quickly discarded as she mashes her lips with yours, the lack of clothing making this liplock more intimate as you allow your hands to wander around her tanned skin, tracing her curves and every single defined muscle obtained from hours of dance practice. At this point you have conceded to her, the explosion of pleasure you’re currently receiving is too good and Chaewon is too resistible. “Plus, I’ve been dreaming about this for so long…”

Move your lips down towards her jawline and neck, leaving chaste kisses but careful not to leave a mark. The sultry and lewd moans she releases in your ear sends blood rushing through your length and you can feel more precum dripping out that your boxers are starting to become sticky. Meanwhile your hands continue to wander around her body, finding a resting place on her buttcheeks and giving them a gentle squeeze which emits a louder moan from her.

“Y-Yes, manager-nim…”

Leave more kisses down to her clavicles before your pair of lips latch on to her breasts, sucking and licking her left nipple while your free hand massages the other. She continues to moan desperately and the sound of your name leaving her lips in such a lustful manner is only causing your control to slip away every moment. You want to continue pleasuring her so you do the same to her right nipple, making sure that it receives an equal amount of pleasure. And you would gladly suckle on her breasts for hours but the growing patch of wetness on her panties is hard to ignore. Plus, you’re going to lose your mind if you have to spend another minute with your pants on.

Catch your breath as the session temporarily ends and she does the same, using it as an opportunity to remove herself off of your lap to take off her panties which reveals her pussy already glistening with her juices dripping down her meaty thighs—it’s starting to get painful just how erect your cock is at the moment and it’s obvious with the massive tent it’s pitching on your shorts. Thankfully she gives you a look urging you to remove your undergarments as well and you do exactly just that, your cock springing out of its prison and dripping with so much precum.

Now you are both completely naked but before you can truly appreciate the sight in front of you, Chaewon immediately lunges towards you again. You’d think a girl like her would be interested in some form of roleplay but she’s clearly needy as she straddles your lap and angles her hips so that her pussy sinks directly into your dick. It’s hard to concentrate on multiple things at once because she’s also continuing her assault to your lips, biting and licking your lower lip as she slowly engulfs your length in her pussy.

“A-Ah fuck! So–so fucking big!”

She’s so tight, much more than you expected due to her light body frame and you know it’s going to take a while for her to get used to it. The way she clenches on your length as she rides you leaves you a groaning and growling mess, much more so as her skin glistens due to sweat which makes her look even hotter in your eyes. You want to burn this image of Chaewon forever, your crush, pleasuring herself using your cock and how you’re continuing to leak precum which have probably stained her walls already.

As you bottom out, her nails clutch onto your shoulders tightly which will definitely leave marks but you don’t care about it right now. You wrap your arms around her waist to press her tight body against yours while you give her deep and passionate kisses, feeling her whimper in your mouth as she wraps her arms tightly around your neck. Due to how wet she is, you can hear squelching with every exit and entry of your cock and the sound only adds to the fire burning in your stomach.

“Fuck! Fuck! So fucking tight, Chae.”

And you’d gladly give her all the time in the world because just feeling her immaculate body on yours already makes this an experience that you’ll remember for the rest of your life. Chaewon alternates between grinding on your hips and slowly lifting her hips off your dick before sinking herself back down and the position directs her moans and hot breaths right into your ear.

It took a few minutes but eventually she started to gain rhythm, her movement starting to resemble more like bouncing as opposed to just grinding. This was the sign that you needed to begin thrusting upwards, matching the pace of her bounce with the thrust of your cock inside her tight walls. Such actions only made her cries of pleasure even louder and you’re truly thankful that it’s only the two of you in the dorms because the sound of flesh on flesh and your combined moans and groans complete the hottest and dirtiest symphony ever created in this living room. “Kiss me as well, manager-nim!”

Chaewon doesn’t need to tell you because her addictive lips are making you just want to dive into them and after a particularly hard thrust, you initiate sloppy, wet kisses. Her succulent lips are truly a joy to taste and the way they mold perfectly with yours is only serving to grow the familiar tension in your stomach. Another hard thrust causes her to ragdoll in your arms, unfortunately ending the makeout session as her breaths become more hurried, moans turning into cries as her sweaty skin glides smoothly along yours.

“Shit! Oh god I’m so damn close, manager-nim. P-Please just keep pounding me like that.”

You want to test just how high her vocal range is so you begin to shift your cock inside her until your tip hits a soft bundle of nerves that causes her to let out her loudest scream of the night—such vocal range is what makes her such a great singer but tonight she showcases it in a dirtier and sexier way.

“Manager-nim! Manager-nim! I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum all over your fucking cock. FUCK!”

Chaewon bites into your shoulder hard as her walls squeeze you so tight that you almost end up finishing alongside her. She uncontrollably shivers as she rests her head on your shoulder, panting heavily while she recuperates from the intensity of her orgasm. The amount of fluid that gushes out of her pussy is enough to completely stain your thighs and the couch below, the squelching sound with every slow thrust you make only adds to the dirty symphony you two are creating. You want to give her time to rest and recover but only mere seconds after, she’s already nibbling and kissing your ears while you leave more kisses all over her sweaty neck.

“Bedroom, please.” A whisper to your ears and you were not going to be told twice. With ease, you lift the petite woman off the couch, causing her to wrap her limbs tightly around you. You bounce her on your length a few more times which causes more moans to reverberate throughout the living room as you make your way to her room.

You turn on the lights and gently place Chaewon on the bed and she spreads her legs immediately, showing off her inner thighs that are completely drenched by her squirt and her pussy that’s continuing to pulsate. “I want your cum to fill me, manager-nim. Come ravage my tight pussy.” A seductive look, then another lip bite which completely unshackles every single piece of professionalism that you’ve ever had—as if you still had some after what just happened minutes ago.

“Fuck!”

You harshly grab onto her waist to bring her closer to you while you hover over, easily sliding your length back to her pussy in one motion. With arms resting on either side of her head, you lean forward to kiss her as you start thrusting at a frantic pace—you were desperate to chase your own orgasm after her and you were going to make sure to fill her up like she wanted. Chaewon understands this as well as she wraps her legs around your waist while you continue to piston your cock into her pussy. The harsh thrusts unfortunately makes it difficult for your lips to remain attached to hers so you settle for her neck instead, nibbling on the soft and delicate skin while her sultry moans only brings you closer and closer to your peak.

“I’m gonna fill you so fucking much, Chae. That’s what you wanted, right? You want me to breed you?”

A hurried nod is the only response you get from her, those velvety walls of hers that’s already had an orgasm are beginning to tighten again much like the familiar tension building up in your stomach. It only takes a few more sporadic thrusts before you completely erupt inside of her with a loud groan, almost mirroring her screams of pleasure from earlier. You've left hickeys on her neck that will definitely have to be covered as you reach your peak. Shot after shot of your hot sperm fills up her walls to and over the brim, flowing out of her pussy while a second, smaller orgasm overcomes her in the aftermath. It didn’t take too long considering you were holding yourself back for her and perhaps that just made your orgasm stronger.

“Oh god Chaewon, fuck. Shit. That was fucking hot.”

When you pull out, more seeds flow out of her used pussy while you lay down on the bed besides her—you’re still mind blown by the fact that you just had sex with your crush, who also happens to be a member of the group you manage and the implications of what just happened will absolutely hit you like a truck tomorrow morning. But you couldn’t care less at the moment as Chaewon gives you a tired smile, leaving one more kiss on your lips before the intense session instantly takes her to dreamland.

As if on cue, your phone’s notifications immediately start blowing up which almost makes you jump off the bed—who could be messaging you at this very hour? Carefully, you make your way back to the living room to grab your clothes and the device that’s continuing to make noise. Chaewon is already sleeping and the last thing you’d want to do is wake her up so you silence your phone only to be left surprised by the messages.

From: Yunjin

“Hi oppa! Did you like my new year’s gift? Hope you didn’t break her.”

What the fuck?

“You must be shocked, right? Don’t act like I didn’t see you drooling over unnie’s fancams~”

No way…

“I hope you used the condom I slipped in your pocket~”

You quickly grab your pants and fish through your back pockets and sure enough, the aluminum foil-wrapped piece of contraption is there. When did she…?

“Aigoo~ Sounds like you didn’t but it’s fine.”

You’re already panicking but her next message leaves you shell-shocked.

“Because you can use it on me when I get back.”

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winchesterdreamgirl88 · 11 months

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Platonic Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: You've had a crush on Dean for awhile now and you're so hurt and tired of watching him flirt with every girl and you finally tell him how you feel.

A/n: For like a week I've kept thinking about this scenario in my head and I wanted to share it with everybody. This is my first attempt at writing a full story so I hope you guys enjoy it and I'm sorry if it's bad:)

Word Count:1.7k- way longer than I thought it was going to be

Warnings: Language, slight angst, little but of fluff at the end, implied smut. Let me know if I missed any!!

You had been hunting with the Winchesters for about 3 years now and it had been some of the most terrifying yet fun years you've had in awhile. You met the boys when they were hunting a Djinn who had trapped you in a dream where you could live out your life with your parents who had passed away when you were 8.

You guys were heading back to the motel after a grueling vampire hunt that you guys had been working on for about a week. When you guys got to the motel there was only 2 rooms available which meant you had to share with one of the brothers.

"I call my own room." Sam had said quicker than you could comprehend then tossed you and Dean the key to your guys room and then departed to his room to take a shower. You would have preferred to share a room with Sam because he was your best friend and he was fun to be around. You didn't mind sharing a room with Dean but you've been in love with him for so long it's getting harder and harder to control your feelings.

You knew he would never think of you like that because everywhere you go Dean always finds some random girl in a bar or some girl on a case to flirt with and he has no shame about it whatsoever. It's so hard to sit back and just watch as the man you love flirt with everyone in sight, not to mention he's not quiet when he decides to bring a girl home, not even blink an eye towards you. You knew why he wouldn't wanna be with you, you weren't as pretty or skinny or interesting as all the other girls. You were just somebody who followed them around and was like a sister to them.

"Looks like there's only one bed so it looks like we'll be sharing, unless I get lucky then I'm sure you can stay with Sam." Dean had said with his signature smirk that you loved but right now was just pissing you off. You didn't know why that comment had set you off tonight but you were done with all his bullshit.

"Whatever Dean, I don't really care anymore. I'll just go sleep outside so you can do whatever you want with whoever you want." You said with your back against the wall. You were honestly just so tired from the hunt you didn't really care anymore.

"What the hell is up with you Y/n? You've been so angry and snappy towards me lately and I haven't done shit to you!" Dean said taken aback by your rudeness towards him. He'd noticed you'd been off the past few weeks with him but he couldn't figure out why.

"Just forget it. It's not even worth it. Just go find some random girl who's willing to throw herself at you and have a good night and leave me the hell out of it!" You said and then stomped away to head into the bathroom to take a cold shower to try and calm yourself down.

The motel you guys were staying at was only 5 minutes away from the Roadhouse and once you got in the shower you heard the hum of baby drive away knowing him and Sam were heading to the bar. You knew Jo was gonna be there and you knew how flirty she was with Dean every time you guys came around and the thought killed you of what was gonna happen tonight.

After you got out of the shower you decided to stop feeling sorry for yourself and got dressed in a cute black lace tank top with some dark blue skinny jeans and black high heeled boots, did your hair and makeup and walked 5 minutes down the road to the bar. When you got there you immediately see Dean sitting down at the bar with Jo standing way too close to him and laughing at something he was saying. You headed over to join Sam at a table he was sitting at doing research about your guys next case. You sat down next to him and let out a long sigh while continuing to stare at Dean and Jo.

"You know he's a blind idiot Y/N, he doesn't know what he's doing to you and he's not gonna know until you say something to him." Sam says as he can't help but feel bad knowing how much you care about Dean and him not feeling the same way.

"No Sam you don't get it! He's so blind and selfish and it's just so frustrating and I can't take it anymore." You finish your rant not realizing that you had started yelling and now everyone was staring at you including Dean and Jo. You immediately stood up and ran out of the bar and started walking back towards the motel. When you got there you slammed the door and began to start crying.

About 5 minutes later you hear baby pull into the parking lot and try to compose yourself before Dean comes in because you know he's gonna want to talk about what had happened. Dean unlocks the door and sees you sitting on the bed looking sad.

"Okay seriously Y/N you've been mad at me for weeks, you can't be in the same room as me for more than 5 minutes without wanting to rip my head off and now suddenly your causing scenes in bars for no reason, what the hell is going on with you? If I did something wrong I'm truly sorry but you need to tell me what it is so I know how to fix it." Dean says now kneeling in front of you trying to read your face.

You immediately stand up to get space away from you and him before deciding what to tell him. "You know what fine. I'm so tired and so done competing."

"Competing with what sweetheart?" Dean said causing your stomach to erupt with butterflies at the name

"I'm done trying to compete for your attention. I'm done trying to make you see me. I'm done I can't do it anymore it's to exhausting. I know I'll never be someone you think is attractive, I'm not as pretty as any of the girls you flirt with or as smart as other girls. I'm just ordinary and I can understand why you wouldn't wanna be with someone like me and so I'm just done." By time time you had finished with your rant your cheeks were stained with tears and you were sitting against the wall avoiding eye contact.

It took Dean a minute to make sense of everything that you had just said. It broke his heart seeing you like this because he really did in fact care for you and the fact that he was the one hurting you tore him up inside. He took a deep breathe before kneeling down in front of you and he put his finger under your chin forcing you to look up at him.

"Are you crazy? Of course I love you, you're amazing, smart, beautiful, strong, sexy, you care about me, you make me feel like a human and not some monster. You're so loving and you see the good in me even when I can't. You are everything to me Y/n and I'm so sorry that you were feeling this way. All those other girls are just things I use to get my mind off of you and to make myself forget how bad I am for you." This causes something to shift in the room because now you are suddenly concerned about how Dean is feeling.

"What do you mean? How are you bad for me?" "Let's face it Y/n, I'm a monster, I push everyone away, I don't know how to talk about my feelings, I'm so angry all the time, I don't know how to love someone properly. Which is why I couldn't let myself fall for you any more because I knew I would just end up hurting you." Now suddenly he's the one refusing to make eye contact with you as he stands up and faces away from you.

You get up off the floor and walk up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder "Dean, I can't imagine being with anyone else. You're not a monster you are a loving caring person who would put their life before anyone else. I know you may not see it but you are one of the greatest people I know and I would be lucky if you would be with me. Relationships have hard times that's part of being in a relationship but we can get through it together and figure it out as time happens."

"I love you Y/n I want to try being the best and most caring boyfriend I can be for you." He says finally looking into your eyes for the first time since entering the motel room.

"I love you too Dean." You look up at him and smile

He looks down at you and slowly moves his head towards yours he then rests his forehead on yours and slowly connects your lips together. The kiss started out really small and timid because this was uncharted territory for the both of you. As the kiss started to heat up he licked at your bottom lip asking for permission and you quickly let him in. He brought his up and rested them on your hips and started walking you backwards to the bed. He slowly laid you down on the bed and broke the kiss to admire your face. He looks down and smiles at you. He's so glad he can finally be able to call you his and let everyone know that you are his.

He reconnects your lips and slowly starts to drag his fingers down your chest and down to your thighs.

"Let me show you how much I love you." You quickly nod your head yes and smile into the kiss as he slowly pulls your shirt over your head. You know this is gonna be one of the best nights of your life.

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random0lover · 1 year

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Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish Head Canon’s - dad edition (kinda)

This all occurs some time after mw2 so I think Johnny would be about 27-28 (this is just my opinion so you don’t have to include this part if you don’t want.

Here’s a Pinterest board I made to go with this… kinda struggled with this one tbh

Notes: kinda got carried away and gave a backstory… this is messy af. Wrote all of this while I was super tired and my brain was only half computing so I hope it makes sense. Oh this also is not edited *cries in exhaustion*

Word Count: 3,500 (damn I got carried away)

Warnings: I don’t really think there are any, SFW, afab!reader, pregnancy, marriage, children, fluff.

- you two definitely had a whirlwind romance and probably met through a friend. Would love to say that you were a friend of Gaz.

- You knew he was on leave for almost 2 months (him and Soap were pretty messed up after a mission gone wrong) so you called him and he invited you out to a pub that he and his friend were going to that night.

- Once you got there and introductions were out of the way, Soap spent hours trying to make you laugh and trying to get to know you.

- The night ended with you helping a very drunk Gaz and Soap stumble back to Gaz’s flat. You spent the whole walk trying not to laugh when Soap would trip over his feet or when Gaz would start belting out lyrics to random songs.

- The next morning you woke up to a text from Soap- he had insisted on adding his number to your phone after his sixth drink- the contact name was a bar of soap. He was asking if you wanted to hang out again.

- You ended up spending everyday day together even if it was only for a few hours.

- It was the second week of his leave that you shared your first kiss. Gaz had gotten in contact with some of his other friends and you all went out for the night. You were standing out on the balcony of the little restaurant just staring at the view of the town below you.

- He joined you quietly- Johnny was never quiet unless he’s deep in thought- and it was a comfortable silence. Everything was comfortable with him and you’d honestly never gotten this close with anyone so fast and it kinda scared you.

- You know the whole situation where the girl says “beautiful isn’t it?” While she’s staring out at their surroundings and the guy says “yeah it really is” but he’s staring at her instead? Yeah that’s what happened that night on the roof.

- You felt his eyes on you so you looked over at him. He cupped both sides of your face while staring into your eyes and slowly leaned in to kiss you. You completed the kiss though.

- You didn’t sleep together that night but he did come home with you. You spent the whole night together just laying in bed with your head on his chest, sometimes just laying in silence, other moments were spent kissing and laughing. Just really enjoying each other’s company.

- It was the day before he and Gaz had to go back to base that you two finally made love. I don’t mean fucking I mean actually making love. There were tears sometimes coming from both of you but mainly you. You spent hours in bed getting to know each other's bodies.

- You woke up at about 2 am to him laying awake staring at the ceiling- he was confused tbh he’d never felt like this for anyone and he’d been with his fair share of people but no one had ever made him feel like you did-.

- You laid there with him just rubbing his chest when he told you he loved you. At first you didn’t know what to say. You knew the feelings you felt were more than just liking someone. So you told him you loved him too and made him promise to come back to you.

- He held you in his arms until you fell back asleep and when you woke he was gone. An old set of his dog tags lay on the pillow he slept on.

- You wore them around your neck only taking them off to shower and that’s it.

- It was four- almost five- months before you saw him again.

- You were rushing around your flat trying to get all your stuff together for a doctor's appointment when you heard a knock on your door. You opened it to find a fidgeting Johnny.

- Your mind was racing and you were trying not to panic. You honestly didn’t know if you would ever see him again. Your hand comes down to rest on your stomach, a habit you developed after finding out you were pregnant.

- You just staring at him with a slack jaw wasn’t helping his nerves one bit and you knew that but you couldn’t help it.

- “Bonnie?”

- As soon as the word left his mouth you let out a sob and leapt into his arms.

- He held you for a moment before pulling back to look at your tear streaked face before giving you a teasing smile, “Can I come in?”

- As soon as you stepped away from him your mind started racing but you let him in while you went to the kitchen to get yourself a bottle of water.

- You heard him go into the living room and didn’t think anything of it until you heard the duffel bag he was carrying fall onto the ground with a hard thump.

- He was standing by your coffee table holding an ultrasound picture that you got from your last doctor's appointment and you felt your mouth go dry.

- You didn’t know what to say. Today you were supposed to find out if it was a girl or a boy. You also knew for a fact that it was Johnny’s. He was the only person that you hand slept with in months and you didn’t get with anyone after he left.

- “It’s yours.”

- He didn’t say anything, just kept staring at that damn picture.

- You were starting to panic. You wouldn’t force him to stay, you promised yourself that if he wanted nothing to do with the baby that he didn’t have to stay. You made the choice of keeping the baby yourself. Once you found out you did try calling his phone but of course it went directly to voicemail as he kept that phone off when he was deployed.

- “Johnny,” you let the words start flowing, “You don’t have to stay, I don’t expect you too. I know with your work you were hesitant even getting into a relationship nevertheless having a baby so I’ll understand if you want to leave.”

- He’s frozen for a moment before he takes three long strides across the room and he’s kissing you.

- “Don’t say that, I could never leave you.” He’s covering your face in kisses and you can’t help but giggle and he smiles down at you with tear filled eyes.

- “You’re pregnant.” He whispers against your lips and you giggle again before nodding.

- “I was actually supposed to be finding out the gender today,” you look down at your watch covered wrist, “my appointment is in 15 minutes if you want to come.”

- He gives you a wide smile before giving you another kiss, “Then what are we waiting for?”

This is where the actual hc’s start if you want to skip the mini story above.

- This man could absolutely not hold still while sitting in the little plastic chair beside you. His eyes would be bouncing around, he’d be drumming his fingers against your hand, and he would be readjusting himself constantly.

- When he found out you were having a boy he was shocked. (Mini hc) He lived in a family of girls, no brothers just sisters so to think he would have a little mini him made him ecstatic.

- Feel like he would be the type to jump up and hug the doctor quickly lol (since you are laying down on the bed)

- He tried to bring up marriage but you didn’t want to get married just because you were having a baby. Instead you wanted to just keep dating until it felt like the time was actually right instead of just jumping into it.

- He had a flat back in Scotland which is where you end up relocating to since he has family there that could help while he was deployed. It had two bedrooms and 2 full bathrooms.

- He would be supportive of whatever birthing plan you choose as long as you and the baby come out safe and healthy.

- When you’re further along he does the thing where he stands behind you and lifts your belly to take some of the weight off your back.

- Will massage your feet whenever you ask.

- Before the baby is born anytime he goes out shopping he’ll come back with something for the baby to the point that you had to buy a shelf with cubbies to start putting it all in.

- The further along you get the more worried he is about you doing too much to the point he won’t even let you make it off the couch before he’s gently pushing you back down into the cushions saying he can do whatever it is you were needing/wanting to do.

- Calls his mom all the time to ask questions and if it’s too late to call you’ll often find him either on his phone or computer scrolling through articles.

- Definitely talks to the baby all the time. Sometimes he’ll crouch down and push his forehead against your stomach and start whispering things you can’t hear.

- Read somewhere that putting headphones over your belly and playing music can help the baby.

- Would love seeing you walk around the flat with just his shirt on, definitely gets turned on by how your stomach pushes the shirt out.

- You had spent hours ordering things for the baby's nursery and as things slowly got delivered you’d wake in the middle of the night and find Johnny sitting in the baby's room surrounded by empty boxes and random parts to things.

- It was a month before your delivery date when Johnny had to ship out again and for once he was scared. He knew he needed to come back to you. No matter what he couldn’t let the little boy in your stomach grow up without a dad.

- It took hours of reassurance from you and his family before he felt slightly okay with leaving. He honestly felt guilty, his job was insanely dangerous but when he first took the job he never saw himself being in an actual relationship, never mind having a kid.

- He left that night with his heart in his throat and a promise that he would be back as soon as possible and that he would be there when the baby was born.

- He almost didn’t make it. You had been in labor for hours though trying your hardest to wait until your baby’s father was there to hold your hand and cut the umbilical cord. He stumbled in still in all his gear other than his guns, he was frantic hoping that he made it in time.

- When he came in you let out a sigh of relief and within 20 minutes your little boy was born.

- Johnny cried. Idc what you have to say I totally believe this man would cry once he heard your baby’s screaming cries.

- The whole time he would be smothering you with praise about how good of a job you did. His hands would be shaking but the moment he held his little boy he had never felt more grounded in his life.

- Would definitely want to pick a name that had meaning to you both.

- The only time he moved away from you was to cut the umbilical cord and to go to the bathroom, otherwise he never left your side. Not once.

- He did absolutely everything he could to help with your healing after the birth.

- When the baby would cry at night he would be out of bed before you could even hear it. Sometimes though he would wake to find your side of the bed empty. He would rush into the nursery feeling horrible for the fact that you had to wake up but it would all be washed away when he would see your happy little smile.

- If you had PPD, he would do anything he could to help. Even offering a few good therapists.

- Once you were okay with being alone he would try to find a day where he and the baby could be out of the flat for a few hours so that you could have time to do whatever you wanted to do. Showering, napping, gaming, reading, anything you wanted to do. He just wanted to make sure you had the time.

- Bath time is his favorite.

- Buys a bunch of little water safe toys and would sit in the tub with your precious baby and spend so much time just playing.

- Nap time. Would totally fall asleep just holding your little boy.

- Baby boy is a carbon copy of him when it comes to energy so by the end of the night they're both exhausted.

- Fast forward two years and Johnny thought it was time to propose. He decided to take you back to the little restaurant where you shared your first kiss. Before that though you spent hours having fun, walking around town and even went back to the pub you met at.

- As the night got closer to an end he became super nervous. You could tell something was up because he kept talking too fast and some moments would become dead silent.

- For his sake though you were going to pretend you didn’t notice.

- Totally wanted to do the whole ring in a champagne glass thing but was scared you would swallow it lmao.

- Instead he opted to get you a little puppy and on its collar the name tag said “will you marry me?”

- When you looked up you found Johnny down on one knee with a beaming smile.

- Stumbled through his speech and completely abandoned the one he had planned and written.

- You decided to go with a traditional Scottish wedding just a few months later.

- Once you were back from your honeymoon you and Johnny decided that is was time to find a bigger place as your son was getting bigger and bigger as the days went by.

- It was an older two story brick country home that had been renovated by the sellers. 4 bedroom 3 bath with an attached garage, it was on 4 acres of land, leaving plenty of space for the kids to grow into.

- Johnny is kinda a pain in the ass to pack with. He would be going through things to pack and would get so easily distracted, telling the stories behind each item.

- He would also have the role of distracting your son so that you could pack stuff without getting side tracked every two seconds.

- Would probably call Gaz and make his ass come help lmao and this leads to you having the whole task force lugging boxes and furniture around like it’s nothing. They would all insist that they didn’t need your help but would be ecstatic when you called into the back of the house that you made sandwiches.

- Fast forward about two years. Your son is 4 now.

- You had the whole group in your home. Johnny liked to have them all over for a meal the first week they were back from a deployment (he likes to tell them that you’re the one that’s asking them all to be there)

- That’s the night you tell him you’re pregnant. Zoom forwards some months and you find out it’s twin girls.

- Johnny passed out 💀

- This was a planned pregnancy 100%. You both wanted this pregnancy to be different from the first. Not that you weren’t grateful for that pregnancy, you both just didn’t want any surprises.

- He would make jokes about it being a two for one deal all the time.

- Would totally be willing to get a vasectomy after the girls were born.

- You were both happy with the amount of children you had and honestly didn’t want anymore.

- Playful dad completely. Can be serious when he needs to be though which is honestly not often but as the kids get older his stricter side would have to come out.

- Totally the type of dad that would wander into the kitchen to see what the kids are making and when they’re not looking would snatch some of whatever it is.

- Would be the dad to offer your kid a drink of beer because he knows they wouldn’t like it and it makes him laugh 💀

- Would build a tree house for them and as they get older would add more to it.

- When trick or treating he would secretly be eating the kid’s candy.

- birthday parties are so important to this man. Literally goes all out with a theme of the kids' choice. Like the house or whoever the party is being held looks like it got pulled out of the game/movie/book.

- Family game nights and movie nights.

- He would be so happy if any of your kids got into football as he loved it himself when he was a kid.

- Handles tantrums with distractions. Like handing them a glass of water or just helping them reload focus. King at handling tantrums. (He almost cried every time until he learned what to do.)

- Anytime you leave them all alone you know they’d be up to some mischief. One time you came home to see them all covered in paint in the backyard.

- Laser tag enthusiast. Your kids 100% got their competitiveness from him.

- Big on encouraging your kids to follow their dreams.

- He’s super amazing at science (mini hc 🤷🏻‍♀️) but when it comes to Language Arts he is like no help.

- Would go all out on science fairs and honestly just loves to help the kid with school projects.

- Had so much fun teaching them how to ride a bike but is the type to make them wear full gear complete with knee pads, elbow pads, helmet, and maybe even shin pads.

- Super protective dad.

- Would hold the same standard for all of your kids, doesn’t matter if they are a girl or a boy they are not dating until they turn 16.

- When introduced to girlfriends/boyfriends he would be completely welcoming but would have the underlying tone of “istg if you hurt my kid”.

- Would be accepting if any of your kids were part of lgbtq+ community. Would probably tell them about his “adventures” of his early 20’s *wink wink*

- Would teach all of them self defense and even how to use a few select weapons like knives, guns, and how to form a weapons out of “nothing” (what you have around)

- Would get tears in his eyes on prom night but would joke about using protection.

- Would not be ashamed about teaching your kids about safe sex. He knows at their age he was having sex and he would prefer for them to be safe and aware rather than being lost and making bad decisions.

- Patient dad energy fr. Would not yell at the kids when they're having to hold a flashlight for him but instead would try to keep a calm tone and maybe even show them what exactly he needs them to do.

- Teaches them how to make harmless little rockets. Nothing too serious and would only shoot a few feet into the air.

- First aid. Would make them take actual classes to make them become certified if for any reason they would need it.

- Would do spa nights with your daughters. Meaning face masks, letting them paint his nails, and would let them convince him to wax his nose hairs (only one time though cause it hurt like a bitch)

- Would want them to know that they can call him about anything. Even if it’s something they're scared of getting in trouble for. He would ensure them that their safety and well being tops everything so making sure they're okay would come before any punishments.

- Honestly, I don't think he would be too keen on punishments. Would prefer to sit down and talk about why they did what they did and would have a punishment that would focus on making sure they understood why what they did wasn’t okay.

- Chill dad until he’s not. Don’t fuck with his kids… that’s one way to get on his bad side

- Was super emotional when dropping them off at Uni.

- If they chose not to go to uni he would be supportive but would want to know their plans.

I think that’s it… this was a mess and I feel like it was more of a story type thing rather than hc’s *sigh* my brain is scrambled. I’m sorry if this is bad 😭

Requests are open but can’t guarantee when or if I’ll write them. I prefer more specific requests as I find them easier to write. Thanks for reading my loves <3

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erooca · 1 year

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daycare pt. 2

ellie williams x reader

description: ellie williams is forced to work at a daycare. in part two, she gets more comfortable with her new job and with you. 2.5k words

omg im so happy a lot of people liked the first one!!! i hope u guys like this one too. i love writing ab ellie and am open to any suggestions you may have!!

part one: https://www.tumblr.com/erooca/724971592933834752/daycare

ever since you met ellie, you started seeing her more around your campus. every once in a while, y’all would go study together or maybe grab a coffee, but she’s never invited you back to her dorm before, at least not until right now.

like the gentleman she is, she held the door open and you walked in, instantly getting hit with the scent of ellie. specifically a nice, light scent of tobacco vanilla, which felt very on point for the freckled girl.

her dorm was small, smaller than yours since she had one to herself, while you shared with roommates. all that was in here was a bed, a desk, a mini fridge, storage, and a door leading to a bathroom.

her back wall was filled with little sketches everywhere. you knew she liked to draw, but you had no idea it meant this much to her. you took in all the drawings, examining them one by one. you see sketches of horses, dinosaurs (no surprise there), sunsets and just a lot of landscapes in general, and you see a few of an older looking man. you assume it’s her father.

ellie is watching you nervously as you examine all her drawings. she was scared as shit that you were finally in her dorm, but she also had a tingling feeling in her heart because you were surrounded completely by her and only her at the moment. she could get used to this.

it had been two weeks since her first day at the daycare. for two whole weeks, her thoughts have been plagued by you. she was loving it. she loved spending a full eight hour shift with you. just to see you, she would even come in five or ten minutes early.

she wasn’t very secretive about her crush on you. she did a lot of things for you. if you went on break earlier than her, she’d pick you up something to eat and would forbid you from paying her back. she would also buy things you had mentioned you needed for the classroom. one time, she even brought you a candy bar since she noticed you weren’t as energetic as your usual self.

even after all these gracious gifts, you were oblivious. it drove ellie insane. she really didn’t want to have to confess it out loud to you. she was really hoping you’d just take the hint and ask her out yourself. ellie has a bit of a hard time with rejection and she can’t imagine pouring out her feelings to you just for you to tell her you didn’t feel the same about her.

“hey.. is this one of king’s drawings?” you said, pointing at a colorful and bright picture. it had two stick figures with a hell of a lot of scribbles.

“oh yeah, he said he drew it for me,” ellie smiled, reliving the memory. king had told her it was a drawing of her and him hanging out together. ellie asked if she could keep the drawing and of course king said yes.

“that’s so sweet,” you smiled brightly. you were so happy ellie already made a strong connection with one of the students. the best part about working with kids is seeing the way you influence them and make them better humans.

ellie nodded.

“so, did ya’ wanna order pizza and watch a movie?” ellie asked.

“that sounds like a perfect way to relax after a week of working.”

you guys settle onto ellie’s bed (since there’s no couch) watching a random movie on netflix waiting for the pizza.

it was a really good night. you wish you could spend every night like this.

the next monday, you were eagerly waiting for ellie to enter the classroom door. you were so excited to see her. you guys had such a great time on saturday, and you couldn’t wait to be in ellie’s presence again.

when the door opened, all the children screamed out ellie’s name, getting up to go give her a hug.

“ellie!! guess what my mom did this weekend!!” a blonde girl named charlie asked.

“i went to the park yesterday ellie!!” pippa told her.

“hey! hey! ellie!” another kid called for attention.

ellie laughed and listened to each of the kids one by one. it warmed your heart so much seeing your students gathered around ellie, telling her stories and giving her hugs. you felt like you could burst from the warmth that spread throughout your body.

when she was finished, she got up and locked eyes with you. she greeted you and that was when you noticed two starbucks cups in her hands. she sheepishly handed one of them out to you.

“ellie, you shouldn’t have done this,” you said, taking the cup from her even though it contradicted your words.

“gotta get a coffee for my favorite coworker,” her lips rose into a half smile.

you brought the drink up to your lips and sipped. you’ve had starbucks countless times, but this one tasted different. it tasted amazing and you know it’s because it was ellie who bought it for her. you thanked her.

the day continued on as usual. while you were outside, you watched as the kids ganged up on ellie to chase her and take her to “jail”. you watched her run, taking the game a little too seriously. it made you think how she’d probably survive a zombie apocalypse, if it ever happened.

she easily got cornered and king tugged her hand, leading her to the fence. some of the other kids did a locking motion, acting as though ellie was chained to the fence.

“don’t get out!!!” one of the boys, william, said.

you made your way over, innocently.

“how’s jail?” you ask.

“oh, ha ha,” she said sarcastically, then her eyes lit up, as if she had a great idea, “hey.. unlock me!” she said, glancing at her hands.

“you do realize you aren’t actually locked in, right?” you ask, laughing.

ellie scoffs. you follow through with her request anyway, motioning an unlocking gesture. then ellie bolted.

“HEY! they let ellie out! get both of them!” one of the kids yelled.

now both of you were running for your lives from a big group of three year olds.

once you guys came inside, you had lunch, and then nap time. when the kids woke up, you opted to do floor toys and just keep them all on the colorful alphabet rug.

you sat with the children, watching them build with the duplo legos. they were each having you look at what they made. you praised them each time, suggesting they add a different colored block or make it taller. soon, you felt a bit tired so you laid down onto the carpet.

this turned out to be a bad idea when half of your students rolled on top of you, leaving you no room to even move. all you could hear was the sounds of your three year olds giggling, as they tortured you.

you called out for help from ellie but was met with the response of laughter coming from her.

wow. your own friend. you thought up your revenge plan quickly, “everyone!!!” you shouted, catching their attentions, “go give ellie a kiss!!”

“what? no- no,” but it was too late. the kids ran up to her, giving her kisses on her arms and hands. a few even gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“payback,” you smirk at her, watching as she’s trying to control the kids now.

“oh you’re evil,” she responds, playfully narrowing her eyes at you.

the rest of the day went by fast, but this time ellie wasn’t leaving when you got down to less kids. maria had asked that you go through all the cleaning duties with her that are required for closing. you agreed, obviously excited to spend even more with her. you decided to wait until all the children were gone to start teaching it. it would allow you to give ellie your full focus.

all the kids were called to leave one by one and soon it was 6:00 and all the kids had went home. it was just ellie and you in the room. you could already feel the intense butterflies moving through you. god, your crush had gotten bad.

ignoring the feeling in your stomach that was so extreme it almost hurt, you showed ellie the closet.

“so we keep the vacuum and broom in here, and all of the cleaning chemicals. there’s bleach water, soapy water, floor spray, and a bathroom cleaner,” you explain to ellie.

you went inside to pull out the vacuum but with a mighty tug, the vacuum wouldn’t come loose. it was stuck in between the children’s mats. you said a naughty word but kept trying.

“here, let me help,” ellie said from outside the closet, stepping inside.

“wait! don’t let the door—“

click

“shut..”

“oh fuck. did i just lock us in here?” ellie asked, wide eyed as soon as she heard the click of the lock.

“uhh.. yeah. you did. it’s alright, i’m sure someone will find us soon,” you said, hopeful.

the closet wasn’t super tight, but it definitely wasn’t spacious. you were a little too close to ellie for comfort. you could already feel your heart racing. someone better find you guys soon, or you might have a heart attack.

“i’m gonna see if maybe i can like.. jam the door open,” you said, trying to switch spots with ellie so you were closer to the door. you couldn’t ignore the way your skin touched hers in an effort to get across.

you started wiggling the handle with all your might, trying to move it up, down, and side to side. it wasn’t budging.

“try moving it like this,” ellie had found her way right behind you. she rested her hand on the door handle where yours was. your pinkies overlapped and ellie started jiggling the handle too.

you looked to your side and noticed she had her other hand resting on the door, for support, to the right of your head. she was basically leaning over you, trapping you within her arms.

“yeah we’re not getting out of this any time soon,” ellie states, letting her hand rest on the door knob.

you finally turned around to face her and it both hit you how close you both had gotten. your back was against the door and she was right in front of you, only maybe a foot away.

ellie felt a dust of pink wash over her cheeks as she realized how close she was to you. she hadn’t meant to position you like this, but she wasn’t complaining.

ellie was keeping her eyes locked with yours and neither of you guys made an attempt to move. you could hear as her breath was moving more rigid.

it was becoming too much for you, and you glanced down, forcing your head to look at the ground. you tried to relax your heart that seemed as though it was clawing out of your chest.

a soft hand rose to the bottom of your chin, and pulled it upwards, forcing you to look back at ellie.

“don’t.” ellie whispered, not taking her eyes off of you.

you don’t think you’ve ever desired someone as much as you desired ellie right now. you were so close to grabbing her face, giving her as many kisses as she deserved, but instead you stood still, frozen under ellie’s dominant position.

ellie took the hand from your chin and moved it to gently tuck a wisp of hair behind your ear, “wanna see your pretty face…” she let her hand rest on her cheek.

your whole face turned a blushy color at her words. how was this girl you met only a few weeks ago making you sink into a puddle?

“ellie..” you breathed out, scanning her face, trying to decipher any thought she might have. from up this close, you could see how irregular her pattern of freckles were. how they were different shades of the same color. you could count them all from this position, and you happily would.

“can i please kiss you?” ellie asked, in almost a puppy dog voice.

you didn’t trust yourself with your voice right now (hell, you’d probably accidentally propose to her), so you gave a sweet nod.

she took a step closer to you, bodies mere inches from colliding, she watched your eyes and glanced to your lips.

“are you sure?” she asked, wanting to confirm that this is genuinely what you wanted. her eyes went back up to yours and she searched them.

instead of answering, you moved forward closing the gap. your soft lips met with her chapped ones. ellie made a noise of surprise at your sudden movement, but easily got comfortable, kissing you back.

she pulled back after a moment, but stayed close to your face.

“holy fuck,” she breathed out, trying to regain any sense of herself she had previously.

before you had a chance to say anything, she reconnected her lips with yours. she placed her hands on your hips, pulling you in closer. you crossed your hands around her neck. you don’t ever think you’ve felt this kind of rush before. all you knew was that you wanted ellie closer. you wanted to be surrounded by her completely. now that you’ve kissed her once, you don’t think you’ll ever be able to stop kissing her.

she slowly started kissing along your jawline, and then trailing her lips down your neck. you giggling at the sensation from the way it tickled your skin.

ellie liked the way your throat felt under her mouth. she continued to leave soft kisses all on you. you could feel your hunger for her grow stronger and stronger.

just then the door swung open, leaving you to fall on the ground, and ellie tumbling over you. you both groaned in pain.

maria stood in front of you two’s lying bodies. she cleared her throat awkwardly. it was obvious she saw what you guys were doing before you fell.

“i’m not gonna talk about what i just saw, but how many times have i told you not to let that door shut??” maria said, only acting angry to wash away the awkward feeling of walking in on her (basically) niece making out with one of her best workers.

“it was my fault, maria. i let the door close,” ellie said, taking the blame. she stood up from the ground, and then held out a hand to you. you gladly took it and she pulled you up.

maria sighed in frustration, “don’t let it happen again, and get this room clean. we lock up in 15 minutes.”

as soon as she leaves the room, you erupt in giggles, thinking of how shocked maria’s face was. ellie joined your laughter, just now realizing how silly the situation had become.

knowing there wasn’t any time left to dilly-dally, you two sped cleaned the room.

you hoped the next couple days would be full of more closet kisses, more of those loving looks ellie had given you today, or even wishful touches throughout the hours.

unknown to your knowledge, ellie was planning on giving you every single one of those for the rest of her life.

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lovebombs4life · 1 year

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I beg you to write hate fuck with calum🙏🏼🙏🏼

tear you apart - c.t.h.

requested: yes! so excited for this one especially with the song in my mind

a/n: tear you apart - she wants revenge 😏

cw: SMUT!!! hate fucking, rough sex

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calum hood.

there wasn’t a name i hated more than his. i didn’t care if he was my my brothers best friend, i hated his guts. everything he did was to piss me off.

since i met him, it was like it was his goal to make me want to punch him in the face. i never understood why he decided to piss me off this way. maybe because i was younger? because i was his best friends annoying little sister?

whatever the cause was, i gave up on finding out. he’d never once said a nice thing to me or about me.

what made me hate him the most was how fucking attractive he’d become as we grew up. i hate his stupid, sexy face, and the way he spoke. i hated his stupid curly hair that i just wanted to run my hands through.

i hated him with every fiber of my being. i don’t know what made my brother think it was a good idea to bring calum to my birthday celebration, but he did.

it was my twenty second birthday. i invited my brother and a few of my friends to go out to a club, so of course my brother brought calum.

my girlfriends and i went off, getting free drinks from guys at the bar. my brother and calum were there to keep an eye on us, and make sure nobody tried to kill us.

my girls and i went to dance, finding random hot guys. i had been dancing with this guy, tommy, or something like that, when i felt someone’s stare burning into my skin. i looked towards my brother, seeing he was talking to some girl.

a few inches away from him was calum, his jaw clenched as he watched me grind against the guy. i turned back around, smirking slightly.

was he really pissed about me dancing with this guy? i laughed slightly, continuing to dance. “wanna get out of here?” tommy asked. i shook my head.

“nah, i’m here with my friends and my brother, we’re celebrating my birthday.” i laughed.

he grabbed my arm anyways, pulling me out of the crowd. i tried pulling back, telling him to let me go. he latched on tighter, my skin burning as i pulled.

“let go of me!” i yelled, trying to kick at him.

“fuck off mate, she doesn’t want to go home with you.” a voice said, grabbing my hand from tommy.

i sighed with relief, but was annoyed when i saw it was calum. “and who are you to tell me what to do?” he spat at calum.

calum raised his brow. “her best friend. now fuck off before i break your nose.” calum said, getting closer to the guy. he ran off, leaving us where we were.

“thanks.” i muttered walking past him. he followed me close behind as i walked back to my brother.

“were did you go to, cal?” he asked, seeing him trailing behind me.

“saving this dipshit from getting kidnapped. can’t kick for the life of her.” he said bitterly.

“oh shit, you good, y/n?” he asked, worried i was hurt. i nodded my head.

“yeah. real nice of you to call me a dipshit when i was just about to get killed, calum. means a lot.” i glared at him.

he only smirked, shrugging. i flipped him off, finding my friends once more. they were sat at the bar, giggling at the guys trying to get in their pants.

“hey y/n!” they smiled as i sat down next to them. avery, my best friend, laughed as she looked past me.

“what?” i asked. she kept laughing. “y’know how calum hates you? doesn’t look like it from the way he’s staring at you right now.” she said.

i looked back at where he was, seeing that he was still watching me. i flipped him off, which only caused him to smirk.

i turned back around, cheeks flushing. “he’s practically eye fucking you, y/n.” the other girls laughed. i rolled my eyes.

“i doubt it. he’d never think of me like that. he fucking hates my guts.” i said, taking a sip of my drink.

“i might hate you, never said i wouldn’t think of you in a different way.” i heard as he walked past me, grabbing a drink from the bar.

my eyes widened, watching him throw back a shot. his jawline was so sharp, it could cut through stone. he winked at me as he walked back to my brother, making my stomach do flips.

“go on girl, go fuck him.” avery encouraged, laughing. i rolled my eyes, but stood up and walked to him anyway.

“i need to talk to you.” i said, pulling him away from my brother. i took a deep breath before talking to him.

“if you hate me so much, why do you keep staring at me?” i asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

“i might hate you, doesn’t mean that i don’t find you attractive.” he said, making me flustered.

“you’re an asshole.” i muttered. he laughed.

“trust me sweetheart, i know.” he said. he grabbed my hand, pulling me to a more secluded area.

he pushed me against the wall, looking down at me. my breathing picked up. “fucking hate how sexy you look tonight. makes it harder to hate you.” he said, kissing my neck.

i gasped, moving my head to the side so he had better access. he smirked against my skin, pulling away.

“you sure you hate me, babe?” he asked as i whimpered from the loss of contact.

“shut up and keep touching me.” i said, pulling him in to kiss me. our lips entangled, his tongue licking into my mouth.

he groaned as i slid my hands into his hair, pulling at it. “doesn’t seem like you hate me all that much.” i teased as i pulled away from him.

his hands gripped my hips, surely leaving bruises. “come on.” he said, leading me to the bathroom.

he pushed me against the wall instantly, grabbing my thighs as i wrapped my legs around him. his tongue pushed into my mouth once more. he squeezed my thighs, pushing my dress up to my hips.

he smirked as pulled away from me, seeing my lace thong. “slut.” he whispered, placing me on the counter.

he pulled my thong down, sliding his fingers along my slit, making me moan. i bit at his shoulder, making him groan.

“so fucking wet for me.” he said, dipping his fingers inside of me. i gasped as he curled them upwards, his thumb rubbing at my clit.

he kissed at my neck, going up and nipping at my ear. “i’m gonna fucking tear you apart, babe.” he whispered. i nodded, whimpering as he continued working me with his fingers.

“fuck, calum, i want you to fuck me, want your cock inside me.” i moaned, making him throw his head back the slightest bit.

“such a needy girl.” he taunted, pulling his fingers back, sucking on them. he then unbuckled his belt, unzipping his pants. he slid them down the slightest bit, and pulled down his boxers.

my eyes went straight to look at his dick, seeing how big he was. i clenched around nothing, just looking at him.

he smirked at me, rubbing his tip against me. “not polite to stare.” he spoke lowly, pushing into me.

“oh fuck! you’re so fucking- mm- so big!” i cried as he quickly started pounding into me. he chuckled darkly, lifting his hand to my face. he stuck his thumb in my mouth, causing me to suck on it.

“such a pretty little slut.” he cooed, going faster. my eyes rolled back, feeling him bulge in my stomach.

the sound of our skin slapping together and my juices gathering around him were the only sounds filling the room.

i moaned as calum adjusted my legs, spreading them wider. his cock hit upwards, making me squirm.

tears ran down my face as he fucked into me. “fuck, y/n, i love your pussy, feels so fucking good.” he groaned, hanging his head down.

he pulled the top of my dress down, kissing at my breasts, sucking dark marks onto my skin. i moaned as he did so, trying to contain myself.

��you close baby, huh? can tell you’re about to cum, feel how your clenching around me. such a beautiful little slut.” he said, patting my face.

my legs trembled as he continued sliding in and out of me with ease. i grabbed at his curls, making him buck his hips into me harder.

i moaned, clenching around him. “fuck, calum, do that again, felt so fucking good.” i gasped, pulling at his hair.

his hips hit me harder, his cock going in farther. “f-uck, gonna cum, ohh!” i screamed, dripping onto his cock.

he moaned lowly, biting at my skin, pulling out as he came onto my stomach. he leaned his head into my shoulder as we both tried to catch our breath. he pulled away from my, sliding his jeans back up, buckling his belt.

he grabbed some tissue, wiping off my stomach. he pulled my dress back over my chest, and back down over my legs, making me lift my hips up.

“think i’ll keep this for myself.” he said, grabbing my thong from off my ankles, shoving it in his pocket. i hopped off the counter, fixing my hair, just as he did.

i fixed my lipstick as he wiped my kisses off his neck with a tissue, using water to get the lipstick off his skin.

i admired him while he did so, looking at the purple marks i left on his collarbone. i smirked to myself before looking at what he left on me.

bruises adorned the bottom of my throat, leading down to my chest. on the left side of my chest, there was a heart made from the hickies. i looked back at him.

“don’t hate me that much then, huh?” i teased. he pushed my side a bit, throwing away the tissues he used to wipe the lipstick off his neck with.

“you’re a bitch.” he spoke, making me laugh.

“yeah i know. even if you still ‘hate me’, you know you love fucking me.” i said, smirking at him.

“yeah, and i’d count on it happening again.” he smirked, leaving the bathroom.

#calum hood #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford #5sos #5sos5 #calum 5sos #ashton 5sos #michael 5sos #luke 5sos #calum hood smut #calum hood imagine

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p-wrryyy-mordial-soup · 6 months

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Hiiii :3 heres my pack of losers (my x-rank team) because i needed ghost to actually have a team :]. heres a link to all my splatoons on toyhouse

seperate refrences, little blurbs about them and color alts where they all share eachothers colors below the thang v enjoy my word vomit idk how to write character stuff out teehee

sorry his ref is a year old and rushed for artfight </3 also the age is wrong i think i changed it to 23

he's from around where the deepsea metro is/was. had to leave because of unstable surroundings from an unknown to him cause. he's best friends with Rust and her kids, im gonna be honest i haven't actually thought through how they met and ive just realized this oops. since he spent most of his life underground and now lives in the splatlands he gets sunburnt way too frequently to not be covered up constantly, though he wears thing like tank tops and shorts during splatfest since those mostly occur during the night.

He met wisteria and ember first and then 72. they didnt apoint him as leader nor do they really care to have one but he's the tallest so everyone assumes its him. he's the most softspoken out of the 4 of them but thats a really low bar, he has a hard time making decisions but once he does he will die on that hill

(since its not on his ref like the other three)

72 escaped the metro before agent 8 went through it, he had found a memcake that was dropped after a test giving him just a clear enough mind to think for himself some. he ended up finding his way out after a while of accumulating a couple more memcakes, barely any where his though so hes walking around with memories that aren't his. It also took him a while to get used to the fact he isnt a soldier nor a test subject anymore. If he saw another sanitized mollusk he'd probably hide or run away </3.

72 met Ghost while after wandering around the area for a while, and ended up crashing in his car the whole time on ghosts way back to the splatlands (he thought 72 was like, drunk or something since he was tumbling around and seemed to be not the most coherent). he doesnt blink or breath unless hes actively thinking about it :[.

he had a hard time discerning things for a while but hes gotten better, at first he thought ember was just a weird octoling because she wears the old octoling goggles. we beat the evil soap with friendship in this house!!!

personality wise hes pretty hyper and cheerful which isnt usually your first thought upon seeing a zombie, forgot his age but hes an adult, he was encouraged to pick his own birthday :]

I have the least down for him at the moment, there will be more on her prommy </3 she's 21

She's a callie superfan with a vulgar sense of humor, usually the one who purposefully makes other players angry. born and raised in the splatlands she knows all the places to hide and get you lost in.

he's been friends with ember the longest, they where online friends until ember moved to splatsville. was introduced to ghost and 72 later by ember, he likes to antagonize 72 (think sibling antagonizing, theyre both in on it). down to fist fight you in the back of a waffle house

Originally from the inkopolis outskirts, they're 31

Ember's both a video game and turf/anarchy streamer, she has camera in their goggles for the latter. bad habit of talking in twitch/internet lingo outside of streaming. Once she has eyes on something its nearly impossible to get her to do something else. Very friendly outside fighting, will give you nice words and a pat on the back after a game whether they won or not.

met ghost while playing turf war in a random que, he was, in her words, "a bit to intense to be playing in turf" and told him after the game that he should try out anarchy, he was scared of it since he was new to the area. they ended up teaming up and playing a couple games together, later inviting wisteria and eventually 72.

theres def more to these guys but it will take me a long time to get the words in my head to cooperate 🙏im better at answering specific questions about things then coming up with what to write myself

have some color alts :3

#splatoon #resh rambles again #my art #oc ghost #oc wisteria #oc 72 #oc ember

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mamirhodessxox · 7 months

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Hey There Delilah (Part 6)

Cody Rhodes x Fem OC!Reader

(Delilah Jones)

Storyline: Delilah was born and raised by the beach in L.A and grew up in a home where her parents expected her to go to Harvard & become a well known woman who marry’s a man who is a lawyer after high school. But that’s not what she wanted, She always wanted to own a boutique/flower shop & she did, once her parents discovered she wouldn’t attend college they left her to fend for herself but allowed her little sister Kinsley to visit or sleep over whenever, Her little sister always had an eye for WWE but Delilah never understood why but little did either of them know one of Delilah’s customers would become well acquainted. (Creds to @alyyaanna for helping me w the storyline)

Contents: Toxic parents, Angst, Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Based in May 2023, Alcohol, Violence, Corruption Kink, Size Kink, Daddy Kink, Crying Kink, Hand Kink, Praise Kink, Fingering, Smutty smut, Oral Sex, Mentions of drinking, Mentions of a custody battle, Lilah being a badass.

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It was the last night of being in Australia & Mira decided it was time to have a “grown ups only” night & Rhea was to tired to go out from her recent matches so she’d stay at the Vila & be with Kinsley and start packing while everyone went out.

Lilah had no idea they would all be going to a nightclub so when she & Cody got there she was quite surprised but still happy to be there nonetheless, Cody kept an eye on her since nightclubs tended to have shady people there, Mira ordered a few drinks and got a fruity alcoholic beverage for Lilah since she was willing to try. Cody stuck around & held the waist while taking shots with randy & Jey while the girls tried new drinks. Lilah clung onto him as much as she could. The environment was loud & obnoxious & she wasn’t used to it & would often make sure he was still beside her. She zoned out frequently to tune out the overwhelming environment & Mira took quick notice.

“Lilah why don’t we find a restroom and wash up a little bit okay?” Lilah smiled meekly and nodded before getting up from the bar they were seated from & followed Mira to the bathroom while Cody let out a sigh giving Seth a look that he just wanted to be home with Lilah soon & relax. Moments later Lilah & Mira left the bathroom but noticed Nikki walking towards the guys at the bar which was concerning since nobody knew Nikki would be here. Lilah was becoming jealous & hurriedly towards the bar & immediately found her way back into Cody’s embrace

“There you are! Took so long i almost thought you ditched us sweetheart” he grinned down at her and noticed Nikki in the corner of his eye while she smiled and dragged her fingers down the side of his neck “It’s really loud here.” He nodded and kissed the top of her head while Mira spoke with Seth about Nikki making her way closer to the bar. Randy went off somewhere with Jey hoping to find a booth somewhere while Cody placed Lilah ontop of his lap & hummed holding her hips before kissing the crook of her neck “Not here.” She pouted but he shook his head “Baby ‘m not doing anything but giving you affection just relax” She whined before Randy came back “All the booths are taken, I think we should have a few more drinks, maybe buy a few bottles & start going home.” Cody nodded in agreement & Ordered a drink that he could share with Delilah while Mira went off to dance with a random guy she had just met which irritated Randy a little bit for whatever reason.

Cody took notice & smirked to himself before holding Delilah down against his lap once Nikki finally got ahold of the group “I thought I saw you guy’s here! Especially you Cody!” Lilah furrowed her brows “Oh, your here too, what about your other friend? You know? The loud one?” Randy glared while Seth rolled his eyes taking a shot “Nikki it was nice seeing you, not really but, We’re just trying to spend the night with each other before heading out.” Cody addressed while Lilah stood up a bit holding their shared drink looking at Nikki & Back down at the beverage and noticed Mira was coming back to get her drink really quick “Oh there she is! The annoying one! The one who likes being disrespectful to others because pretty girls threaten this little thing.” Nikki turned towards Mira pointing over at Lilah who was slightly tipsy & becoming fired up “Nikki thats enough.” Cody tried his best to make her screw off somewhere else but she didn’t budge “Cody c’mon! I’m just having fun, maybe we could go somewhere private an-“ Mira raised an eyebrow about to say something but Lilah splashed the drink in Nikki’s face and smacked her across the face which had everyone gasp & make Cody and Seth stand up fast getting inbetween Nikki while Cody took Lilah aside who was surprised with her own actions and apologizing while Mira & Nikki were yelling at each-other before Randy picked Mira up hauling her over his shoulder following behind Cody while Seth cleared his throat awkwardly

“Alright I think tonight’s over.” He looked over at Nikki and shrugged before sneakily reaching behind the bar & grabbing 5 different bottles of alcohol & leaving the club. Mira was standing next to Lilah “Girl why are you sorry? You literally had every right to slap her in the face! I’m so proud of you.” Cody was re-tying her heel straps & kissing her ankle “Let’s just all go home and relax oka- Goddamnit seth.” He sighed looking over seeing the man hold multiple bottles of rum, vodka, tequila, whiskey & something else “Worry about yourself, Also your fucking WELCOME, I’m pretty sure this is theft.” Jey nodded his head “It actually is Seth. You just committed a fucking crime in a whole other continent.” Cody spoke before standing up and hugging Lilah who was still freaking out while Randy walked them to their rental car.

After a good 30 minutes everyone came home & Lilah went stumbling inside pinching the bridge of her nose “Cody what if I get an assault charge!!” Mira shrugged hanging up her purse “So what? I have like 10” Cody glared “Not helping.” Seth snickered walking towards the kitchen & started making drinks while Randy stood infront of Mira with crossed arms “What the fuck was that?” She furrowed her brows “What was what..?” Randy glared “You just dance with random guys now? What the fuck.” Mira smirked “What’s it too you? Are you jealous?” She teased before prancing upstairs while Randy shook his head going into the back, Cody held Lilah’s face in his hands smiling “Baby you’re not gonna get an assault charge okay? Just go upstairs and relax I’ll be up there in a minute.” rhea came downstairs “assault charges for what?”

Jey giggled from the couch “She splashed a drink in Nikki’s face and slapped the fuck out of her for talking shit.” Lilah frowned in shame while Rhea smiled “Finally. She had it coming.” Lilah ignored her surroundings and went upstairs taking off her dress once she made it towards her room & untied her heels before observing her makeup and hair until Cody came in with ice water & a book she left on the coffee table, Lilah turned over still undressing herself to get comfortable “What’s on your mind angel?” He hummed out to her and tapped her butt while walking by getting ready to put something comfortable on, Lilah Shrugged taking off her bra before crawling onto the bed and making her way towards him and running her hands up his bare back which made him smile in a smug manner before turning his head to look over at her

“What are you doing over there baby, hm?” He questioned while running his hands against her breasts giving them a light squeeze before She smiled maneuvering herself onto his lap and press a kiss on his neck “I just really need you Codes.” She whined while he held her hips noticing she was still just a little bit tipsy “Sweetheart as much as I love screwing your pretty little brain dumb, not tonight okay?” She frowned tilting her head “Why not..?” She whispered before kissing his neck “Baby you’re still a little buzzed from the drinks & I don’t want to take advantage of you, your not sober enough to know what you want right now.”

Lilah frowned pulling back a bit while her bottom lip quivered a little bit but Cody shook his head “Hey, none of that alright? I promise when you’re not as tipsy as you are now we can do whatever your little heart desires.” He gave her a kiss and ran his hands down her back while she nodded “just really need you.” She muttered while he nodded in understanding “I know sweetheart and I need you too, but I need you 100% present with me first okay?” She nodded while he nodded back patting the back of her head before grabbing one of his t-shirts and putting it on covering up her half naked body & kissed her cheek “Let’s go take off your make-up okay?” She smiled jotting her head up in understanding while he picked her up and carried her all the way to the bathroom setting her down on the counter snd standing in between her thighs that ended up wrapped around his hips while he helped take off her makeup and brush her hair completely ignoring her slight whines of neediness for her own good.

“All done princess, let’s get you to bed alright?” He carried her back into the bedroom & placed her on the bed noticing she fell asleep already & carefully tucked her in & lying down beside her holding her close in his arms. Meanwhile Mira stood in her bedroom listening to Randy become frustrated over the fact she danced with another man but ultimately she never understood why he cared in the first place especially when they weren’t dating. “I still don’t understand why your pissed of at me for doing whatever the fuck I want randy!” She snipped at him but he shook his head placing his hand on his hips “Because it’s not fucking safe Mira! I care about you a LOT” he raised his voice but Mira smiled a little bit “you care about me?” He sighed nodding “Just, stop making unwise decisions Mira.” He frowned before walking out of her bedroom “Get some sleep we leave tomorrow.” She quirked up an eyebrow & rolled her eyes before closing the door after he left the bedroom.

Cody stood outside of his bedroom with crossed arms “If she woke up before you two morons can’t fess up about your goddamn feelings I’m going to beat your ass.” He told Randy who was confused with his feelings “I don’t know what to do, I want to be with her but I can’t bring myself to letting me love her.” He sighed while Cody glared “You can start off with not being a dick hole. I see how you treat Mira & So does Lilah. You treat her like dog shit.” Randy felt guilt and nodded before going into his room while Cody went downstairs facing Seth who was cleaning up the counter from spilling liquor everywhere “How is she?” He questioned while Cody opened the fridge searching for a snack “Knocked out, She tried seducing me and it almost worked but she’s still a little drunk & You know how I am.” He popped a grape in his mouth while Seth nodded “No fucking without sober consent.” Cody nodding holding up a thumbs up “You’re correct.”

Rhea set most of the luggage that everyone packed by the door so they could all leave without any hold ups. Cody closed the fridge patting Seth on the shoulder before making his way back upstairs into his room with Lilah & made his way back on the bed noticing she was awake “There you are.” She whispered before sitting up a little bit and kissed his cheek “Hey beautiful, you feeling a little better?” She nodded clearly more sober than a few hours ago. She leaned up against a few pillows next to him “had a short headache but I drank the water you set aside for me” he smiled running his fingers through her hair before leaning in to give her a kiss, She hummed softly against his lips and moved closer and ran her hand down his chest while he slipped his tongue past her lips multiple times. His breath hitched once her hand slipped into his pants & grazed her fingertips over his cock while she softly bit his lip before crawling down & tugging his pants off a little before running her tongue up his shaft making him groan & press his hand against the top of her head “fffuck…” he leaned his head back against the pillows and moaned once Lilah started jerking him off while licking off the precum from the tip of his dick before completely sucking him off & looking up at him while he tugged on her hair letting out moans & even whines.

“ff-fuck lilah..” She bobbed her head just a little bit before pulling away and leaving little kissing on his stomach while her thumb teased at his cock making him cry out just a little bit “Baby c’mon don’t tease me- I give you anything you desire.” She pouted and swirled her tongue against the head of his cock while drool ran down her chin before he grabbed her by the hair and shoved himself back into her mouth & started thrusting a little bit “acting like a f-fucking brat for no goddamn reason.” He scolded before leaning his head back feeling her tongue press against his cock while she jerked off what he couldn’t fit down her mouth before he started groaning & pushing her head down completely while he came inside of her mouth before she pulled away but he held her jaw shut “Swallow.” He became stern before pulling her up towards him and smacking her ass while she swallowed down his cum and whined at the quick strike from his hand “Are you gonna stop acting like a teasing brat now?” She whimpered nodding her head before he lied her down and tugged off her panties. The night was still young & clearly Lilah wasn’t getting anymore rest.

The next day everyone boarded their flight and spent multiple long hours in the sky awaiting to be home. Lilah was knocked out for exhaustion from the previous night and listened to music while Cody played thumb wrestling and rock paper scissors or other hand games while Mira & Randy were asleep heads against each other which seth got multiple pictures of, Rhea read a book & Jey watched a random movie, everyone kept themselves distracted from the long flight as they waited to comeback home.

The week long trip was amazing for everyone, Cody & Lilah became an official couple, Everyone became a friend group & most importantly gave each other long lasting memories. Absolutely nothing could go wrong, maybe, Once everyone was back home everything was somewhat normal.

Until it was Sunday Mass, Cody, Lilah, Kinsley & Randy went to attend church with Lilah & Kinsleys parents and for the first hour it was going pretty well, until after church Lilah’s father cleared his throat “Delilah we’ve had a discussion about you & Kinsley while you both were out of town & we came to the decision that it would be best that she should no longer see you until your life is properly collected.” Cody’s heart sank as well as Mira’s, Randy became tense “This is bullshit.” He muttered under his breath before he quickly went to take Kinsley away from the discussion and distract her by walking around the outside area of the chapel. “Tonight will be the final night she stays here but after this she is not permitted to be with you. Mirabella or Cody. You can only see her during school events that she participates in.” Her father addressed before Lilah cleared her throat looking over at Cody before grazing her fingers over her jaw clearly enraged. Mira snickered “You’re a sorry ass excuse for parents. Truly, you fucking disgust me, you have given Lilah a goddamn miserable life and the fact your willing to do it to Kinsley knowing she’s still to young to defend herself against her sorry excuse for shit parents sickens me.” Mira scolded Mr & Mrs jones while Lilah finally snapped.

“Mom, Dad, I respect and love you both with my whole heart, but I will have utter freedom to my life. I’m 23, but using my life as a threat against my own right to see my little sister will not end well with either of you. You’re not taking my sister away from me and I-“ her voice cracked a bit and as Cody was about to take over the conversation Mira stopped him “I will take you to court, personally, I will get custody over her. You will not ruin her fucking life by taking her away from me for your own fucked up control & if you do, I will make the entire summer your personal hell. So i would recommend you think about this decision thoroughly for the next 24 hours before I get a lawyer and a damn good one.” She snapped at them before her mom scoffed “Is that a threat Delilah?” Mira & Cody looked at each other glaring before Lilah shook her head “No, It’s a promise, If you make this decision just know you will ultimately loose custody over Kinsley in court especially when Mira & I have a lot of evidence one wouldn’t know how we could have of proof that you are not fit to be parents.”

Her parents glared before Mira narrowed her stare at them “We’ll see you in court Mr & Mrs. Jones.” Cody spoke and adjusted his tie he wore for church before grabbing Lilah’s hand and and walking off to find Kinsley & Randy. Once they Did find the pair Mira cleared her throat before grabbing Lilah’s shoulder “I know a really good lawyer who can handle these court situations that we’ll be dealing with. I’ll call her when we get back to the shop.”

The last month of summer will not be easy for Lilah or her parents whatsoever.

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svechnikovvv · 2 years

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across the room

pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: profanity

summary: you meet jack at a club after he sees you on the dance floor

a/n: part of this is inspired by true events 🙈

masterlist: here

parties weren’t really my thing, but i figured, ‘what the hell, you only live once, right?’ so i took my friends offer and joined her and went to this club. she was invited by some guy she met and he told her to bring a friend.

“b, how do you even meet these guys?” it’s like every week, blair had a new guy.

“tinder. works wonders,” she pulls down the visor of the car and applies some lipstick before we head inside. i could already hear the booming music. she puts the visor back up and looks at me.

“ready?” i sigh

“don’t think no is an answer at this point.” she laughs and we get out the car, walking to the door.

“id?” a bouncer asks and we both pull out our id’s, flashing them in his direction. he pulls back the rope and lets us in. there’s flashing lights everywhere and the music is vibrating the walls around us.

“i’m gonna find the guy!” she shouts over the music and i give her a thumbs up, heading in the direction of the seating. these heels were already killing me. the short dress i put on was starting to ride up and i tugged it down, taking a seat at a random booth. i pull my phone out of my clutch and answer some people back.

soon, the familiar sounds of wobble start to play over the speakers and i gasp. this was my fucking song. putting aside all of my worries, i decided i’d dance for once. i’d never been one to really dance at dances. i just sorta was there.

i made my way to the dance floor and started to feel the music. letting myself move freely, not a care in the world. i happen to look up and i lock eyes with a really cute guy. we maintain eye contact from across the club as i continue to feel the music. he gives me a smile and then starts to walk in my direction.

i then feel two hands place themselves on my hips and the stranger starts to dance with me. i look over my shoulder and see the cute guy.

“what’s your name?” he shouts over the music

“y/n! what’s yours?”

“jack!”

jack and i continue to dance until the song ends and a new one plays. i start to walk off back to the booth and he stops me.

“can i buy you a drink?”

“i don’t know, can you?” i shoot him a wink and walk off. i take a seat at one of the barstools at the bar and flag over the bartender.

“shirley temple.”

“make that two shirley temples.” i hear a voice say and i see someone slap down a twenty on the counter. the bartender nods and i look to see jack.

“back for more already?” i smirk and he laughs, taking a seat beside me.

“maybe.” the bartender soon returns with our drinks and i thank him, taking a sip.

“mm, i missed these.”

“i’ll buy you all the shirley temples you want in life if it means i can score a date with you.”

“does that italian restaurant on 7th street sound good to you?” i ask him

“saturday at 7 work?” i nod my head and he slides over his phone, the contact screen on display. i put in my phone number and slide him back his phone.

“i have to go use the bathroom, but i’ll see you on saturday, jack.” i shoot him a wink and walk off to the bathroom to process what the hell just happened. more like, how the hell did i just score a date with jack?

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a/n: i just had to write this

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Healer's Heart

Rampage

Summary: When Order 66 ushers in a new era, Althea and the Batch must find their place

Pairing: Bad Batch x Teen!OFC (clones being good brothers/dads)

Chapter summary: Hunting for answers about the mysterious bounty hunter, the Batch do a job for an old informant for the Jedi

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, Zygerian slavers, use of whips, injury, concussion, author doesn't know how to write concussions, Cid is a warning of her own, use of bows (If I miss a tag LMK)

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Omega grinned as Tech fitted a comm device to her arm. After what happened on Pantora, it became Tech's top priority to get Omega a comm and fix Althea's. The young medic sat on Gonky as Wrecker lifted him. The demo man had been complaining that Gonky wasn't a substantial exercise tool anymore and asked Althea to help. The medic agreed on the condition that Wrecker didn't drop her.

"It's not an exact fit." Tech said to himself.

Omega lifted the gauntlet. "I get my own com device?"

"Technically, it was Crosshair's, but he doesn't appear to need it." Tech's voice was slightly bitter. A glimpse of emotion in his proper nature.

Omega lifted her comm. "Echo, what's your position? Over." The message echoed through the hull through the ARC's comm.

Echo cleared his throat. "It's not a toy, Omega." He scolded.

The blonde nodded, lifting the comm once again. "Copy that." She lowered her arm to her side. "Why are we going to Ord Mantell? I thought the plan was to lay low."

Hunter turned around in the console chair. "Not while a bounty hunter's after you. We need to find out why."

"I know an informant there named Cid who might be able to help." Echo added.

"And you trust him?" Wrecker asked as he lifted Gonky and Althea.

Echo shrugged. "Well, the Jedi trusted him."

Tech raised an eyebrow. "The Jedi who are all dead?"

Althea rolled her yellow eyes. "It couldn't have been some random contact, Tech. How could one guy ruin so many peoples lives?"

Echo shifted his weight. "Well, anyone have a better option?"

"He has a point." Omega said through the comm. She smiled sheepishly under the unamused stares. "Right. Not a toy."

Althea chuckled to herself as Wrecker set get and Gonky down. The kid was growing on her.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

On Ord Mantell, the Bad Batch walked through the city streets in search of Cid. "Remember the rules?" Hunter asked.

"Don't wander off, keep my eyes and ears on my surroundings, and trust no one but my squad." Omega held out a finger for each one, checking them off.

(These were the exact rules my parents make me follow at work)

"And if you get into trouble?" Echo asked.

The blonde held up her arm. "Use my comm and give my location."

"You got that, Thea?" Hunter asked.

"Yeah, I got it." The young medic said nonchalantly.

"And if you can't contact us or someone comes for you..." Hunter trailed off to let her finish.

"Use my knife and slice them in the jugular." Althea scanned her surroundings as she spoke, a living example of one of the rules.

Hunter nodded. "Or, cause a ruckus and we'll know it's you."

They squad walked until they came to a dark alley. Puddles of an unknown liquid splattered the ground. Yellow lights flickered eerily as the walked under them. A worn door stood in the wall.

"This is the place." Echo said before walking in.

"Charming." Said Tech. The squad went in, taking off their helmets.

Inside was just as dank as the alley. There was a bar along the far wall with shelves of drinks. A few tables and chairs strewn throughout the building, and a Dejarik table were two aliens were fighting.

"Filthy cheat!" One said. "I saw that!"

"Me?" The other said. "Who are you calling a cheat?"

A Trandoshan female was kneeled in the corner, seemingly fixing an arcade cabinet. She was older than any Trandoshan Althea had ever seen. She was shorter than the medic.

"Which one of them is Cid?" Hunter asked softly.

"I couldn't tell ya." Echo said. "I only heard about Cid. Never actually met him."

"That would have been information to share earlier." Tech noted.

"I thought it was obvious." Althea said, mimicking Tech's clipped words.

Hunter turned to the Trandoshan. "We're looking for Cid. You know him?"

The reptilian stood, looking Hunter over. "Cid, huh? Nope. Doesn't ring a bell."

"What about them?" Hunter looked at the fighting aliens. One was holding the other up like a rag doll.

"Was I not clear?" The Trandoshan asked annoyed. "You're in the wrong place. So unless you're here to spend money, get lost." She clanked her wrenched against Hunter's armor before walking away.

"Great plan, Echo." Wrecker grumbled.

"I'm certain this is Cid's." The ARC assured. "The Jedi came here during the war."

"Well, perhaps Cid heard what happened to the Jedi and fled." Tech suggested. "Or he was arrested for violating countless health code regulations."

Althea sniffed. "Yeah, what's that smell? And did the Jedi have any other informants?"

"Several, but Cid was the only one I knew how to fine." Echo's shoulders slumped slightly."

"So, we came all this way for nothing?" Wrecker asked.

Before anyone could answer him, everyone's comms beeped. "I found Cid."

All eyes turned to Omega. She stood by the Trandoshan and pointed up to her. The woman smirked from her stool, her slitted eyes glinting curiously.

She led them into her office, a cozy room lined with shelves and memorabilia. "I had a good thing going with the Jedi." She said. "They valued my insights, but now that they're all dead, the demand for my services has declined. Thanks to this new Empire."

As she spoke, a shiny weapon caught Omega's eye. She reached out to touch it, but Echo grabbed her hand, shaking his head.

"Times have changed." Said Hunter. "For all of us."

"No kidding." Cid scoffed. "I never had clone deserters come to me before."

Tech adjusted his goggles. "Yes, well, we separated due to a fundamental difference in ideology."

"That's cute, you thinking I care." The Trandoshan said abruptly. "Cut to it and tell me what you want."

Hunter nodded to Echo, who set his helmet on the desk and scomped into the table.

"By all means, make yourself at home." Cid snarked.

Athea bit her lip to keep from biting her. She already hated this lady.

Echo brought up an image of the woman.

"We encountered this woman on Pantora." Hunter explained. "Do you know who she is?"

Cid shook her head. "No, but I know a bounty hunter when I see one."

"We already knew that." Althea said under her breath.

Hunter shot her a look before turning back to Cid. "Can you find out who hired her?"

"That depends on what you boys do for me." Cid replied coyly.

Echo unscomped as everyone looked at each other in confusion.

"Are you fresh outta the tube?" Cid asked. "You pull a job for me, and I get the information you want. That's how this mercenary thing works."

"Mercenary?" Echo asked.

Cid rolled her eyes. "Not too quick, are ya? Clearly, the kid's the brains of your operation."

Wrecker held out his hand, which Omega gave a subtle high five.

Hunter sighed. He needed to find out who was after Omega. "What kind of job?"

Cid sat behind her desk as everyone neared. "A rescue. There's a nice bounty on a kid names Muchi. My sources say she was taken by Zygerrian slavers who are holed up on the other side of the planet. Bring me the kid and I'll get you your intel."

"Well, who collects the bounty?" Wrecker asked.

"Oh, look. It talks." The Trandoshan said.

The demo man didn't seem to know how to react and looked to Althea. She said nothing, but pursed her lips and shrugged.

"We split the bounty 70-30, my favor." Cid explained. "Take it or leave it."

"Grab a kid from a few Zygerrians?" Althea asked.

Wrecker laughed and tossed his helmet from hand to hand. "We could do that in our sleep."

As the Batch left, Cid tossed a chip to Hunter. "Looks like we have a deal. Details of the bounty are on that. Don't screw it up."

Hunter scowled to himself. If he could go one day without something happening, he would never believe it.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Wrecker groaned as the Marauder flew over the surface of Ord Mantell. He rested his head in his hand, trying his best to sooth the stabbing pain.

"You alright?" Hunter asked.

"Yeah, yeah. It's nothing." Wrecker stood and left the cockpit as Omega and Echo walked in. The girl sat in Wrecker's chair, spinning around and looking at her doll.

"According to Cid's intel," Said Tech. "The Zygerrian slave traders are hiding in the ruins of Old Ord Mantell city."

"What's a slave trader?" Omega asked, looking at her doll.

Althea looked at her in surprise. This kid was more sheltered than she thought.

"Someone who buys and sells people for credits." Tech explained.

Omega looked up. "People can be sold?"

"They don't have a choice." Echo said. "They're captives treated like property."

The blonde frowned. "That....doesn't seem right."

Echo set his jaw. "It's not. And we are going to stop it from happening to that kid."

"As well as earn a decent amount of credits once the job is complete." Tech added.

"Yeah, that too."

"Don't worry, Muchi. We'll rescue you." Omega spoke to her doll like it was the kid. But she said it with such determination, Althea couldn't help but smile at her.

Hunter landed the ship on a ridge not far from the old city. Tech, Omega, and Wrecker looked through binocs at the city below. The others had to settle for squinting.

"I have a visual." Said Tech. "I only see one child."

"Poor Muchi." Omega said. "She looks scared."

"I'm clocking two dozen hostiles." Tech continued. "Multiple entry points with minor fortification."

"Simple smash and grab like that time on Kuat." Wrecker reminisced. "Easy enough."

"I'm in." Said Omega. "What are we waiting for?"

Hunter grabbed her by the shoulder. "You get back to the ship."

"But–"

"That's an order." Hunter waited until the girl nodded to let go.

"Yes, sir." She mumbled. She folded her arms and walked back to the ship.

"Alright, let's do this." Althea gripped her blaster, but Hunter held her back too. She looked up at him, disappointment clear on her face. "Nooo, come on! Babysitting duty? Seriously?"

"I need you to stay with Omega." Hunter told her. "The last thing we need right now is for her to get into something she shouldn't."

Althea folded her arms. "She's smart enough to handle herself."

Hunter sighed. He knew he couldn't use the "that's an order" card. Althea was too experienced for that. He didn't want to tell her he wasn't ready to have her back in the field. If they were dealing with slavers and it went wrong in anyway... Hunter didn't want Althea to be put in a situation like on Pantora again.

"Look," Hunter squeezed her shoulder, prompting Althea to listen. "If anything goes wrong, we'll need backup. Does that make you feel better?"

The medic huffed a sigh. "I'm not going to be able to convince you to let me come, am I?"

Hunter shook his helmet, earning a chuckle from the girl. The Sergeant nodded to before running down the ridge with the others.

Althea turned and walked back to the ship. This was going to be a boring day.

Once she was inside, the medic checked to see what Omega was doing. She sat in the gunner's mount with an extremely bored look on her face. She brightened when she saw Althea. "You're staying behind too?"

Althea sat in one of the console chairs. "Yeah, Hunter thinks I'm too amazing to help, something about not being able to compare or something." She flashed a smirk, earning a giggle from the girl.

Omega glanced out the window behind her and a frown crossed her face. "Althea, have you ever delt with slave traders before?"

The medic hummed in thought. "No, but when I was younger, there was a man who escaped from slavery and took refuge in my village."

"Village?" The girl scrunched her nose as she always did when she was confused.

Althea looked up at her. "Yeah. Did you think I was a clone?"

Omega shrugged. "I don't know. No one knows much about you on Kamino, only that you joined the Bad Batch not too long ago." The girl paused. "Where are you from?"

"Elstar." Althea said softly. It had been so long she spoke the name of her home. "It's a planet far on the Outer Rim."

"What's it like?" The blonde asked.

Althea hummed in thought. "I don't think you've been to any planets like it, kid. It's a bit like Saleucami, but there's more grasslands."

"Grasslands?" Omega asked.

Althea found her journal and walked over to Omega, leaning against the ladder as the girl looked over her shoulder. She opened the journal, revealing pages upon pages of colorful illustrations of plants.

Omega's eyes sparkled. "You drew these?"

Althea smiled. She never shared her drawings often, but the few times she left them out she had received praise for them, mainly from Echo or Hunter since the two of them had an infinity for art as well.

Hunter would sometimes doodle on a loose piece of paper, but he had also been the one to paint Althea's armor. Echo had said he used to help his reg brothers customize their armor.

The medic flipped the pages of her journal. The pictures of plants with notes soon turned to pictures of people. Althea liked to draw expressions, and what better examples were the Bad Batch?

There were a few with Echo's signature grumpy face, some doodles of Tech adjusting his goggles. Wrecker laughing, Crosshair scowling, Hunter glaring.

Omega gasped. "I've seen Hunter make that face. Is he mad a lot?

Althea grinned. "I don't think so. Sometimes he just gets really lost in thought and it takes a minute to snap him out of it."

She turned the page and there was a full illustration of a house with four people standing out in front.

"Who are they?" Omega asked. "Is that your family?"

The medic's eyes dropped and her shoulders tensed. She didn't want to talk about her family. She didn't want to think about her family. She wanted nothing more than to erase that horrible night from her mind and remember her family as they were. Happy, cheerful, alive.

Instead, the last memory she ever had of them was her little brother, dead and cold. Althea clenched her fists in...in what? What was she feeling? Her family had been dead a long time, she should be over it by now. She needed to be grateful for the family she did have. Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and now Omega.

Crosshair's name came to mind, but the medic shoved it away. He made his choice to leave, and Althea had to accept that. Her big brother left her.

Omega noticed Althea's silence and frowned. The blonde didn't realize asking a single question could trigger such a reaction from her, or rather, no reaction. She wished she could take back what she said, figuring that Althea's family was gone.

Why else would she be with the Bad Batch?

Althea closed her journal. "What do you say I teach you to draw?" She forced a smile, not wanting to worry Omega.

The girl's face brightened. "Really?"

Althea nodded. "Yeah, got anything you wanna paint?"

Omega hummed in thought before a soft gasp escaped her. She turned around in her room and pulled out her trooper doll. "Can we paint this? I want to make her apart of the squad."

The medic beamed up at her. "Of course we can. Let me get my paints."

Over the next half an hour, Althea and Omega painted the blonde's trooper doll, making her a Bad Batcher. Althea told stories about the squad as they did.

"Wait," Omega said through laughter. "Wrecker cut the queen's stinger off and they tried to eat you?"

Althea laughed with her. "Actually, they were trying to mate with us. They took a liking to Tech especially."

"Ew!" Omega was still laughing, her nose scrunched up in disgust.

"That was the last time we went to Yalbec Prime." Althea said. "Tech might've erased the coordinates from the map."

Omega gasped. "Really?"

The medic nodded. "Let's check."

Before either of them could, the door of the ship opened. "We found their ship." An unfamiliar voice said.

Zygerrians were in the Marauder!

"Hide!" Althea hissed.

Gonky pretended to be deactivated and the girls climbed into the chair. They squished together the best they could, but they would be found.

"Check the hold." A slaver said. "Make sure no one's ones on board."

Althea's eyes darted around for a means of escape. They settled on the hatch below them. She climbed down and opened it quietly. Omega, understanding, grabbed a backpack and slipped through with the older girl.

The two ran away to a nearby rock formation, hiding until the slavers left.

Omega raised her comm. "Hunter, do you copy?"

No response.

Althea tried hers. "Tech? Echo? Wrecker? Anyone?"

Omega took the binocs out of the backpack and scanned the old city below. She gasped. "Althea, they've been captured!"

The medic took the binocs and looked through. Sure enough was Hunter and Wrecker in clear view, bound with shock collars around their necks. Tech and Echo were a bit harder to see, but the were there.

Althea frowned. "Looks like were gonna have to bust 'em out, kid. You ready?"

Omega nodded. "Only when you are."

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Wrecker pulled at his shock collar discreetly. "It's getting looser."

But one of the slavers heard him and pressed the button he held, sending a wave of electricity through the he demo man.

Echo glared at the Zygerrian. "Do that one more time and you'll be–" He was shocked before he could finish, groaning in pain.

"Save your energy." Tech suggested. "We are going to need it."

Overhead, a large lizard glided overhead. Hunter watched as the brezak landed on a tower where the Zygerrian leader stood.

The girl, Muchi, whimpered in fear, clinging to get parents.

"Relax, Muchi." Said Wrecker. "We're the calvary."

Some calvary they were, Hunter thought. They were tasked with saving this kid to get information on the bounty hunter, but they botched it.

"What are our odds out of this, Tech?" Hunter asked.

"I am not certain."

"So much for being smart." Wrecker grumbled.

Tech let out a sigh. "This is not a standard military operation, and seeing as how we've never been tasked with rescuing a child from slave traders before, there is no data to compare it to."

Hunter hummed in thought. "We need to contact the girls before their scouts find them."

"Except our comms are over there with out weapons." Echo grumbled.

Tech looked up past him, his eyes lighting up with recognition. "We won't need a comm to signal her." He nodded behind Hunter.

The Sergeant turned and looked up to see Althea and Omega sneaking around. The blonde waved as Althea pointed to them, then the slavers, then to her blaster.

Hunter shook his head at them before jerking his head, a signal to leave.

Althea scanned the area before nodding back at Hunter. As the girls disappeared behind the ridge, Hunter could only hope they understood that he wanted them to leave.

The Zygerrian leader walked over to them. His eye was scarred and grey like Wrecker's. "Look what we have here. Four new slaves to add to my collection. Strong ones too. You should fetch a nice price."

Echo glared up at him. "The Republic outlawed slavery."

"We're not in the Republic anymore, skug." The leader replied with a snarl.

Echo glaced over to their weapons and comms. He knew the girls were somewhere around there. "You're lucky we don't have our GEAR because this would go differently for you."

The sound of a rock falling got everyone's attention. The slavers moved to investigate.

Wrecker took a small boulder that was next to him and kicked it into one of the guards. The Zygerrian lashed his whip as Wrecker snarled.

"We can make do with one less slave." The leader said. "Maybe I'll feed you to my pet."

The brezak shrieked in delight as the leader continued. "As for the rest of you, you will be part of a new beginning. With the meddling Republic gone, we can return to Kadavo and rebuild what was taken from us. Under this new Empire, our operation will flourish once again."

"And if you do not comply," He said with a sneer. "The person next to you will pay the price."

Hunter could hear the girls nearby. Hopefully they weren't doing anything to get themselves caught.

On cue, Omega grunted as a few slavers dragged her over. "Let me go!"

"I found her sneaking around the cage." One of the guards explained.

Omega grunted. "I wasn't sneaking. I was unlocking." She smirked and held up a metal latch.

The panic was visible on the Zygerrians as they ran to the cage. "Secure the cage!"

A low growl sounded from behind the doors as the slavers tried to hold whatever was in there back.

Hunter looked around everywhere. Omega was safe, well, as safe as possible considering she was captured. But where was Althea? Hunter felt the worry fill him as he thought of every horrible thing came to mind.

Suddenly, out from the rocks, Althea jumped out with her blaster raised. "Surprise, dirtbags!"

She blasted two slavers, shooting them dead before they realized what was happening. Just as they raised their bows and whips to her, a baby rancor broke out out the cage.

It roared and threw rocks at the slavers, leaving Althea and Omega to help free them.

"A rampaging adolescent rancor is not the distraction I was anticipating." Said Tech.

"That's their problem." Wrecker pulled on the chains connecting them all, breaking them free. "We're getting out of here." He ripped his collar off before helping the others.

Althea and Omega ran up to the family Echo had unchained. "It's okay, Muchi." Said the blonde. "We're here to take you home."

The man shook his head, speaking Falleen. He pointed to the baby racor. "Muchi! Muchi!"

Althea turned. "The rancor is Muchi?!"

As she spoke the beast threw a Zygerrian. The medic curled her lips. "Okay."

Hunter ran over and tossed Echo's pack to the owner. "Gear up. We have to go after Muchi. If we don't capture her, we don't get out intel from Cid."

They ran through the ruins. Hunter stopped for a moment, pressing his hand to the ground to track the beast. Once he pointed they were ready to leave.

"What about them?" Omega asked, gesturing to the family.

"Omega and I will get them to safety." Echo said. "You find Muchi."

Hunter nodded. "Right. Go for the speeders at the south entrance."

Tech spoke to the family in their language, telling them to go with Echo and Omega.

The rest went with Hunter. They watched as Muchi fought off several slavers.

Wrecker pushed his helmet up. "She's doing fine on her own." He remarked.

One of the Zygerrians tried to shoot a net at her from a tower, but Muchi rammed into it, knocking the slaver down.

Althea grinned at the madness before her. She ran to get Muchi, but a screech from above halted her. The brezak swooped down, knocking Tech and Wrecker to the ground. Hunter and Althea managed to duck under it's wings.

The leader mounted atop whipped at Muchi, provoking the beast once more. Althea moved to shoot it, but it whipped around and slammed her into a wall with it's tail. She groaned and slumped against the ground, her heard lolling to the side.

Hunter ran and jumped on to brezak, tackling the Zygerrian leader to the ground. Wrecker and Tech ran over.

The leader brandished his whip. "You're going to pay for this, skug."

Hunter twirled his knife. "I'll handle him. Go get Muchi and Thea."

The two ran off, Wrecker grabbing Althea and throwing her over his shoulder.

Hunter swung at the slaver, but the Zygerrian wrapped his whip around the Sergeant's arm and shocked him. Hunter dropped his knife, his hand writhing in pain. He dropped to his knees, biting back a scream. Every nerve in his body was on fire, but he had to fight back.

He twisted his hand, grabbing the whip as he stood. Hunter pulled the slaver to him, headbutting him and then kicking him in the stomach.

The leader fell to the ground defeated. Hunter panted. He needed to get back to the others.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Wrecker and Tech found the rancor beating the brezak in a fight. The lizard shrieked as it flew away.

"Any ideas how to stop that thing?" Wrecker asked, shifting Althea over his shoulder.

Tech looked at his datapad. "Rancors adhere to a social hierarchy. You have to challenge the alpha for authority."

Wrecker laughed. "Oh, that I can do." He set Althea down to go fight Muchi. The medic leaned on Tech as she regained consciousness, his arm around her so she wouldn't fall.

She laughed woozily, but didn't explain why. Tech glanced at her, figuring she had a concussion from the dark bruise forming on the side of her head.

Meanwhile, Wrecker was getting thrown around by Muchi. Hunter, Echo, and Omega arrived, the latter two on a speeder.

"How long's he been at this?" Echo asked.

"Too long." Tech replied. "He's losing his touch."

Wrecker and Muchi were barely shoving each other now, both looking extremely tired.

"Come on, Muchi." Wrecker panted as he fell down. The rancor followed suit and the demo man leaned on her. "Go to sleep. There we go."

Omega walked up to them. "Aw. She kinda cute up close."

Hunter nodded. "Nicely handled, Wrecker."

The demo man chuckled tiredly. Althea gasped suddenly, then laughed. "I'm so tired." She said through laughs. She leaned on Tech more, but he propped her up.

"No, no, no. Stay awake, Althea." Tech said, jostling her slightly.

"What's wrong with her?" Echo asked.

"Concussion. I'll be able to examine her once we get back to the ship." Tech explained. "She should be fine."

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Aboard the Marauder, Tech treated Althea as Wrecker played with Muchi. The girl was amazed by everything, and any filter she previously had was out the window.

"Whoa..." Althea squinted at Tech. "What are these?" She tapped his goggles.

"They aid my eyes, since my optical organs don't work as well as most. When I am without them, the characters in words are scrambled." Tech explained as he applied a bacta patch to her temple.

"They look like bugs." The girl said with fascination."

"How long is she going to be like this?" Hunter asked, looking at the girl.

Tech stood. "Most likely she will be out of commission for a few days. But with rest and quiet, Althea will make a swift recovery."

A heavy thudding directed everyone's attention to Wrecker and Muchi. Omega watched them from the cockpit, a Zygerrian bow on her arm. Echo and her were trying to figure it out together, but it made a loud clacking noise when they did anything with it.

Althea whimpered softly, bringing her hands to her ears. Hunter felt a pang of sympathy for her. She probably had a terrible headache and l the noise wasn't helping.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Omega rode Muchi to Cid's parlor. Out from it came a pale Twi'lek male with two Gamorrean guards.

Wrecker petted Muchi. "Aw. That's a good rancor."

The Twi'lek pet Muchi, speaking Huttese to her fondly.

"See, Bib?" Cid asked. "All is well. Now, about the matter of payment."

Bib snapped his fingers and one of the Gamorreans handed her a case of credits. Omea slid off the rancor waving as she walked away. "Bye, Muchi."

The rancor roared with delight, earning another whimper out of Althea. She kept squeezing her fingers, creating little red crescents in her palms.

"Gotta say, fellas." Cid said. "I wasn't sure you could pull this job off."

"You could have told us we were going after a rancor." Echo snapped.

Cid brushed it off. "Hmm. Must've slipped my mind. You," She pointed at Hunter. "Dark and Broody. My office."

Apprehensively, Hunter followed Cid. The Trandoshan brought up an image of the bounty hunter. "Your bounty hunter is Fennec Shand. She's new to the scene but has already proven herself to be cunning and ruthless."

"Who hired her?" Hunter asked.

"Unknown." Cid turned the image off. "My sources in the Guild say she's working on a direct commission. With someone like her nipping at your heels, you're going to need two things: friends and money. Mostly money."

Hunter hummed in thought. "Well, we're not swimming in either at the moment."

"I guess it's a good thing ya found me then, isn't it?" Cid asked. She handed him a case of credits, not nearly as many as she received earlier. "Here's you cut. There's more where that came from...if you're looking for work."

Hunter took the case. "I'll think about it." He turned to walk away, but Cid kept talking.

"It's interesting, a bounty hunter of Fennec's caliber being after you. You fellas must be pretty valuable."

Hunter turned and narrowed his eyes. A million thoughts ran through his mind. Should he take the money and never come back? Shoot her right now? Beg for mercy?

"Don't worry." Cid added. "I'm good with secrets."

Hunter frowned, leaving at that. As he walked back to the ship he found Wrecker and Omega eating Mantell Mix. It seemed the demo man was including the girl in his and Althea's tradition of getting the treat after missions. But where was Althea?

Hunter walked inside and found Echo sitting with the medic. She was mummering something softly and Echo had a gentle expression.

The ARC turned to Hunter and sighed. "She misses her family." Suddenly, Althea wrapped her arms around Echo.

The ARC patted her back awkwardly until she let go.

Tech walked in from the cockpit, datapad in hand. "Althea's behavior is most likely affected by her injury. She may act younger than usual, or be unnecessarily emotional."

Althea looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. "A magic box?" She pointed to his datapad.

"See? Mood swings." Tech said.

Despite Tech's assurance, Hunter knew Althea. Something was bothering her before she was hurt, but it was best to wait until she was better to talk about it.

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