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99woez · 4 months

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don't talk about it ᰔᩚ j.sc

warnings. smut, best friend!sungchan, roommate!sungchan, arguing, it's a dumb argument but you are fighting this man, physical fighting, just shoving nothing crazy but a physical altercation starts this all, unprotected sex, hair pulling, some angst? idk if i missed something let me know! i also did not proofread this because i got out 5k words in one night which is crazy for me. anyways, enjoy!

wc. 5k

summary. your best friend embarrasses you in front of your campus crush. so, of course, you decide to fight with him in the living room and learn some interesting things about him in the process.

Sungchan had always been stupidly large, in your opinion.

He was so large that you couldn’t resist the urge to playfully test his strength, curious to see how his fit frame would react to your playful jabs or if he would sway with a gentle nudge. He would playfully push you back, never with full force, but these light-hearted scuffles became a regular part of your friendship. It was a source of joy, a shared silliness, it meant everything.

Except for the times it did.

“You’re so stupid sometimes, oh my god!” You shouted at your so-called “best friend,” shoving hard into his chest. This shove wasn’t like the ones you usually gave him. This one was harsh and mean. There was not a semblance of anything alluding to happiness on your face as you looked up at Sungchan with knitted brows and parted lips, shoving hard into his firm chest once again, this time with a shout of frustration.

If we’re being honest, you two have been drinking. It’s not like you’re shitfaced and neither is he, but the alcohol is just enough to make the world blurry at the edges and your words harsher than you typically allow them to be. His chest, solid as a boulder beneath your pushing palms, doesn't yield like it usually would during your fond roughhousing. He stands firm, his expression teetering between annoyance and worry.

"Stop it," he gruffly says, grabbing your wrists mid-shove. Just like that, the playful laughter that usually echoes between you two gets choked in the tension-filled silence. You try to yank your hands-free, but his grip is firm yet gentle. He was never rough with you, even when the fights turned serious like this. It was a rarity for things to turn nasty, but sometimes Sungchan was so oblivious you couldn’t stop yourself from lashing out at him, especially with a few mixed drinks in your system.

“Let go,” You snapped. Sungchan leans in with a tilt of his head, letting out a “Hm?” as he does so, challenging you.

“Chill out first.” That did the exact opposite of chill you out. You hated it when he took that tone of voice with you, as if you were some child that needed to be put into a timeout.

There were many things you loved about Sungchan: His kindness, his dedication to anything he sets his mind to, his eyes, you loved a lot about Sungchan, but there were many things you couldn’t stand about him. He was oblivious to the simplest of social cues, he got loud when he was drunk, and the way he comforted people was an absolute joke. If you hadn’t known him for more than half your life and shared an apartment with him, you would’ve ditched him when you two graduated high school.

But you didn’t. Now, you’re stuck with a big, dumb roommate who loves telling the men you like that you like them. God, Wonbin was never going to talk to you again after the scene Sungchan caused trying to get him to give you his number. You still can feel the embarrassment hot in your veins, making you lurch forward and finally give his chest a shove that makes him stumble a few steps.

“I won’t chill out! I won’t! What you did was fucking rude!” You yelled, pointing a finger in his face to punctuate your words and get your point across. Sungchan scoffed, turning his head away from you, but you could see his tongue press against the inside of his cheek, making the skin push out slightly. It was a habit of his you had noticed when you two went to parties together in college. It’s what he does when he’s annoyed and holding himself back, beating someone’s ass. It’s a rare occasion for Sungchan to beat someone’s ass, but when it did happen, it was always deserved. Typically, it would be a drunk guy who wanted to buck up to the biggest guy at the party, a one-sided battle of masculinity that Sungchan always won, no matter who came up to him. You’ve only seen Sungchan throw a punch twice in your entire friendship.

Once, when you were in high school, and the last time was at a party during your junior year of college when a man put his hands on you despite you telling him to fuck off. The other times, he had simply told you about when you’d see him in the kitchen with littered bruises on his body. You think about that night more often than you’d like to admit. Sungchan didn’t hesitate to throw a punch for you, knocking the man clean out by the time he was done with him. It lit a fire in you that you’re not proud to admit. There was just something in his eyes that rubbed your brain right. You would never admit it, but were desperate to see that look again. You wanted to see him angry, to watch him lose control no matter how fucked up it sounds.

“Get your hand out of my face,” Sungchan told you firmly, looking you in the eyes to get his point across, but you weren’t deterred. You step closer to him, finger still in his face.

“No. Not until you apologize. Admit it was rude. You were rude.”

“I wasn’t fucking rude,” Sungchan argues, swatting your hand down when you don’t move it from his face. You bring it back up without a care of the consequences, resulting in a game of him swatting your hand down every time you bring it up.

You two look stupid. Thank God this is in the privacy of your living room.

“You had no right-”

“You were never going to talk to him if I didn’t! You’re a chicken-”

“I’m not a fucking chicken––Oh my god, don’t call me a bird.”

“You’re such a fucking chicken, dude. Do you remember how long it took you to even talk to Shotaro? Months. ‘Took you months to even say hi to him, and that’s because-”

“Shut up.”

“That’s because I had to step it! I was the one to get you to talk to him!” Sungchan continued with a shit-eating grin, voice picking up volume as he leaned down to get closer to you as if you couldn’t hear him clear enough, pointing to himself like he had won some kind of award. Your already flushed cheeks begin to heat up when you remember the Shotaro incident of 2022. He always brought up Shotaro, and even if it was just to pick on you playfully, it still struck a nerve. You were more shy than Sungchan ever was, always letting him start the conversations or introduce you to new people. Half of your friends are Sungchan’s friends; half of the people you’ve dated are because Sungchan knew them first. Every connection in your life could be traced back to Sungchan, which drove you insane.

“Now, you want to talk all this shit because you got embarrassed I had to step in again and help you get some dick,” Sungchan pressed, his grin turning into a smirk as he nodded at his words, feeling them in his being because they’re true. You stared at him with contempt, teeth grinding as your fists balled up tightly. “You should be thanking me. You’re so ungrateful for everything-”

You lunged at him. You swear you don’t have control of your body when you do it, you just throw your entire weight into his chest and hope for the best. Sungchan let out an “Oof!” sound when you collided with him, staggering back and hitting the ground with you on top of him. You act as if you two are playfully wrestling, but none of your movements have an ounce of playfulness in them. You straddled his hips firmly as you shoved at his hands harshly to get them away from grabbing you. You knew once he got his hands on you, it was over. He’d flip you two over, and it’d be done. You couldn’t let him win this. You couldn’t do it. You had to prove it to him.

You don’t know what it was, but you had to prove it.

You grab his hair tightly, jerking his head off the carpet to distract him, tugging hard on the brown locks. Sungchan lets out a yelp that sounds pathetic. His eyes squeezed shut as his large hands wrapped around your wrist to try and pull you off of him.

“Not fair-” He started. You shake his head, eliciting another yelp from him.

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up,” You spat at him, shaking him again. His face contorted in pain and confusion, groaning softly as he did what you told him for once. You couldn’t believe he actually listened. Truthfully, you didn’t think you’d get this far. You’re not exactly sure what to do next. So, you shake his head again, making him hiss when you tugged harder on his locks. “Can’t fucking stand you, you know that? You’re such a jerk sometimes. Just big, stupid, and taking up space.” You shake his head around with every word, watching him drop his hands and put them up in front of him in faux surrender, but he doesn’t say anything. He only whined and grunted when you pulled on his hair harder than usual.

You waited for him to spit something back at you, to call you a coward, to say you needed him, but nothing but pants left his plush lips. You furrow your brows in confusion at his silence. Sungchan was never quiet. You shake him again.

“Hello? Say something!” You shake his head again, this time back and forth. You won’t lie. It was fun to have him like this. He acted like some kind of puppet that you were the master of, pulling him around in whichever direction you wanted him to go in, and he just took it. Sungchan sighed in defeat, keeping his eyes shut tightly.

“My dick just twitched.”

Oh.

“Excuse me?” You couldn’t think of anything else to say. Your hands, which had been roughly pulling at Sungchan's hair, suddenly freeze. Your heart pounds in your chest as you gaze down at him, cocking a brow at him. His face is flushed a deep crimson, though whether from embarrassment or something else, you can't tell.

"I said," he starts again, much slower this time, swallowing hard, "My... my dick just twitched."

You blink at his repeated confession, not expecting him to repeat the words. There’s a tension growing between the two of you that you’ve never felt before, making your throat dry as you stare at Sungchan’s embarrassed face, watching his chest rise and fall as he pants beneath you. Flashes of what he’d look like without his shirt flash in your brain, wondering what sounds he’d make as you sink down on him, how his eyes would look, how the muscles would ripple under his––Jesus Christ, get it together, girl. You remind yourself, clearing your throat down at him.

“Like…Seriously?” Sungchan nods at your dry words, opening his eyes slowly to look up at you. A switch in your brain is flipped when you see his big brown eyes. He looks utterly pathetic like this, hair in your hand revealing his forehead, eyes pleading for something silent, and lips in a perfect soft pout. You wanted to take his picture like the actual definition of pitiful.

You chuckle at him, shaking him again and tugging his hair hard to see if it really did anything for him. He whines again, shutting his eyes as his hands lurch towards your hips, holding tightly with a sharp breath through his teeth. You smirk at his reaction, raising your brows in slight shock it was this easy to get him going. Maybe it was the alcohol, you think. You’ve seen Sungchan shove his tongue down girls’ throats just mere minutes after he met them, but this is you. You’re his best friend, his roommate, the girl who beat his ass for talking to her crush for her. You know you’re pretty, and Sungchan is just a man, but you’re still caught off guard by it all.

Your palm still cradled his scalp, thumb lazily tracing small circles at the base of his hairline. Sungchan’s hands on your hips squeeze gently, fingers digging into your flesh just a bit more than necessary and causing a shiver to wind its way up your spine.

Without thinking, you leaned forward and claimed Sungchan's lips in a rough, desperate kiss. His taste was different than any guy you've ever kissed - salty with a hint of beer and lime from the drink he had tonight. You wrapped your hand tightly around the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you as your other hand found its way under his shirt to feel his warm skin. You didn't let up when he moaned into your mouth, feeling your touch while he tentatively kissed you back. Your anger turned into desperation quickly as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, tasting him fully now. His lips were soft and plush against yours as they parted slightly to let you in further. You moaned the moment your tongues slid together, digging your nails into his toned chest as he pressed in further, sucking softly on the slick muscle in your mouth.

Sungchan's hands moved up your body, gripping your waist and still pulling you closer. The fabric of your shirt scratching against his rough palms made you shiver with anticipation for more contact. You grind down on him out of instinct, feeling the bulge in his pants grow as he groans against your mouth, wanting more from both of you. His scent filled your senses - a mix of sweat and cologne and something uniquely Sungchan that made you want more.

The sound of his rhythmic grunts filled the room, a mix of desire and surprise in every breath he took. His fingers dug into your skin through your shirt, and you moaned into his mouth once more. Your breath hitched when he bit down on your lower lip gently, making you gasp and whimper into the kiss before breaking it, desperate for air. You gasp softly when you part, watching with hazy eyes as he pants as well, lips slick with spit and typically wide eyes heavy with lust.

You tug at his shirt, nodding before he has any time to say something that will kill the mood.

“Take it off.”

And he listens like a dog, pushing himself up and pulling his white T-shirt over his head, tossing it aside before wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you flush against him. There are no thoughts in your head right now, only Sungchan, touching Sungchan, kissing Sungchan, fucking Sungchan––Holy shit, you were totally going to fuck Sungchan. That hits you harder than you thought it would. You’ve thought about it before. How could you not? He’s beautiful, kind, and built like a God. Of course, you thought about fucking Sungchan. It was nothing like this, however. Typically, you thought of him having your face pressed into the mattress, back arched, and fucking you from behind like he was getting paid. You would’ve never guessed you’d be on top, but it’s not like you can’t get into it for Sungchan. You’d do anything for Sungchan.

"Are you sure?" Sungchan whispers against the skin of your neck, his hands finding your hips again to steady you against him, his bare chest warm and firm. You're taken aback for a moment, not expecting the question. But then you realize that he’s always been considerate, even when he’s on the verge of losing control.

"Yeah," you say firmly, the word slipping out without thought and causing heat to flare in Sungchan's eyes.

Without hesitation, you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head swiftly. The cool air hits your skin, making goosebumps spread across your chest and arms. Sungchan's eyes widen as he takes you in, his gaze making you feel exposed and powerful. You struggle to pull your jeans off, having to crawl off of him to kick them off in haste. You hate how desperate you look but can’t bring yourself to care. Sungchan rolls on his side when you crawl off of him, lingering towards you like a lost puppy. His eyes watch as more of your skin is revealed to him, letting out a groan when he sees the smooth skin of your thighs.

Before you have the chance to climb back on top of him, he leans in, kissing the side of your thigh with a moan. You let out a gasp in shock but watched him with parted lips, threading your hands through his hair again as he dragged his lips all over the expanse of your thigh, leaving a trail of glistening spit as he did. He grabs your ankle, pulling you towards him roughly, making you fall back onto the carpet with another gasp. You don’t argue for once; you are too invested in what Sungchan will do next, even if you care.

His lips pepper kisses across the inside of your thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin with deep breaths as he inched closer and closer to your core.

He licks his lips as he hooks a long finger in your underwear, pulling them to the side. A moan leaves his lips when he sees your pussy for the first time, looking down at it like he’s looking at a coveted piece of art. You watch him closely, ears turning pink as he lifts two fingers to his lips, licking the tips of them before bringing them down between your legs to rub circles into your clit. His gaze stays on your cunt, watching how the pretty pink flesh moves beneath his fingers, biting his bottom lip when he hears you let out a whine, seeing your thighs tremble at just the slightest touch. Finally, his dark gaze lifts to meet yours.

With his eyes trained on yours, he presses a long finger inside you. A sigh leaves your lips as your eyes flutter shut, gripping the carpet with one hand while the other dug into your side, biting your bottom lip as he pressed another finger inside. You moan this time, feeling your walls begin to stretch for him. You hear him groan quietly, making your eyes open. You’re immediately met with his gaze that never left your face. He looks like he’s in a trance, staring at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You can’t tell how it makes you feel, but you feel hot, like you’re boiling from the inside out. It aches, but it’s so intoxicating that you want more of it.

You whimper at how his fingers slickly slide out, then back in, watching him get lost in the sight of your reactions. You’re so wet for him. It’s almost embarrassing how wet you got so quickly. You swallow thickly as your chest rises and falls with each pant. His eyes stay on your face as his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing slow circles that make you shiver with a choked-out moan. His free hand cups your jaw, tilting your head back slightly, forcing your lips apart to look deeply into your eyes as he watches you crumble under him.

Feeling emboldened, Sungchan takes his fingers out of you slowly, letting out a long moan when they leave you empty. He lays a line of sweet pecks against your inner thighs, leaving tiny bites and nips on the soft flesh until he reaches the hem of his boxers. With a breathy "Fuck," he tugs them down enough to reveal his hard cock pressing against the fabric. You gulp as it springs from its confines, averting your eyes momentarily before snapping them back up to challenge his gaze. His thick length twitches with anticipation before he guides it towards you, slick with pre-cum leaking from the tip. Your heart stops for a beat before racing wildly in your chest again.

"Wrap your legs around me," Sungchan orders softly, not breaking eye contact even when you hesitate for a second before obeying. He grunts when he feels your folds pressing against his cock, pushing inside without a moment’s hesitation. He slides in so easily, groaning at how smooth the glide inside you is. He sounds as beautiful as he looks, making you moan as well. The way his cock splits your walls apart for him is delicious, to say the least, as a euphoria fills your veins as your walls spasm around him with another moan, this one airier than the one before.

“Fuck,” Sungchan curses, fingers digging into the carpet next to your head as he looks down at where your bodies were connected before back at your face. You two lock eyes again, making your heart hammer in your chest harder than before. Still, you meet his gaze with a quiet whimper, hands wrapping around his strong biceps as you bat your lashes at him.

“Feels good, Sungie?” You ask in a too-sweet voice. You rarely whip out for him unless you ask for a favor, like getting something off the top shelf or making him finish your short answer response questions because you don’t want to. Sungchan would do anything for you, and you’d do anything for Sungchan. He takes a deep breath at your tone, lips curling into a smirk before he bites his bottom lip, nodding.

Then, his hips roll into yours.

Sungchan's thick cock feels even better than you could have ever imagined, stretching you wide and fulfilling you completely. His hips roll into yours slowly, making you moan and whine beneath him with each gentle thrust. The way he fills you up is mind-numbing, his smirk turning into a grimace as he leans down to capture your lips in a rough kiss.

Your walls clamp down on him at the contact, purposely trying to get more friction between the two of you. Sungchan groans against your lips, slipping his hands under your back and lifting you up onto his lap effortlessly. You gasp into his mouth, feeling his hard chest pressed against yours. Your heart pounds in your chest as he starts to fuck you properly now, eyes closing at the sensation that washes over you. You swear you can feel his heartbeat against your chest, but you convince yourself you’re just dreaming it.

You feel every inch of him inside of you, making your walls tighten around him with every snap of his hips into yours. A tiny sob leaves your lips when he hits that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. You dig your nails into the flesh of his shoulders, jaw-dropping and eyes rolling back at how your body moves like a rag doll and at how sharply his hips snap up into you. He groans into your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin before sucking softly to soothe it with his tongue. You can't help but shudder in his lap; this feels so good that it hurts. His hands hold you in place, one on your waist and the other cradling the back of your head as he takes rough control of the kiss again, teeth scraping against soft skin with every thrust. He pants against your lips, moaning your name softly and how good you make him feel. It's all too much for you; all too real with Sungchan, yet so not real. You’re fucking your roommate on your living room floor––You’re fucking your best friend on your living room floor.

Your hands find their way into his hair again, holding onto him tightly as he continues to fuck into you like your his, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck and over your collarbone. You mewl at the feeling, arching your back into his chest as he hits that sweet spot inside you once more. You could feel the warmth spreading through your veins, making you dizzy with need. The room spins around you as he thrusts harder, faster, deeper into your already aching pussy. His moans mix with yours, their tongues meeting in a messy kiss that speaks volumes about how much you both want this.

Your legs quiver as he takes control of the situation, fingers digging into your skin softly before trailing up to caress your breasts through the thin fabric of your bra. You let out a strangled cry when he pinches at one of your nipples roughly, making you moan into his mouth even more, looking down to watch him work with a breath through your teeth. Your hands' card through the hair on the back of his head, eyes shutting to focus solely on the pleasure coursing through your veins with every drag of Sungchan’s cock against your walls.

"Sun-Sungchan," you whimper. The sound of his name on your lips is like music to his ears. Your body is sweaty and flushed, a beautiful sight for him to feast his eyes upon. He growls lowly when he finally meets your gaze again, heat pooling in your lower belly at the raw desire he displays.

“You’re so fucking good, baby. ‘Should’ve fucked you soon, hm?” Sungchan groans, his voice creased with effort as he continues to pound into you. You can’t help but respond with a needy whimper, skin burning under his touch as you nod your head dumbly. You feel him everywhere, and it's overwhelming - the way he’s stretched you wide open, the way he feels pushing deep inside of you, the way his hands are holding you in place as if afraid that you'll slip away from underneath him.

Your heart beats furiously against your chest, matching rhythm with the throbbing ache between your legs. You're close, too close, but not quite there yet. Sungchan seems to sense your growing desperation, the flash of triumph in his eyes telling you he knows exactly what he's doing to you. He reaches down and begins rubbing slow circles on your clit again, thumb pressing against the sensitive nub just enough to make you cry out in pleasure.

“You gonna cum for me?” He whispers against your throat, teeth dipping into your soft flesh, causing a sharp gasp from your lips. You nod frantically in response, words failing you as white-hot pleasure courses through your veins. He laughs softly - a dark chuckle that sends shivers down your spine.

The way you melt against him is intoxicating. He grunts, unable to think straight as he feels his own orgasm building up. His hips move even faster, his cock sliding in and out of your welcoming heat with each thrust. He groans against your skin, panting heavily as he fucks you like it’s his last dying will, wet sounds filling the room that mixes with your pants and moans. You squeeze your eyes shut at the sounds you’re making, cheeks growing more read because of it. Sex is so embarrassing sometimes.

He pulls away from your neck just a little to look into your eyes, panting heavily as they roll back in pleasure. Sungchan's lips curl into a smirk at seeing how lost you get. Your walls tighten around his cock once again as you cum around him, making Sungchan's eyes roll back into his head and tilt his head back with a melodic groan that has you moaning as well. You feel him tremble beneath you as he finally cums inside of you, making you smirk softly as your hands run up and down his back.

You throw your head back and cry out his name, orgasm hitting you hard and fast like a freight train. He watches as you finally hit your peak, jaw-dropping at how gorgeous you look when you feel good. Your walls clamp down around him, and your muscles spasm in ecstasy; even through the haze of pleasure, you feel every drop of his cum spilling into you, the heat of it searing into your core. Your body convulses and shivers under the onslaught of pleasure, your voice breaking on Sungchan's name.

Sungchan stays still for a moment longer, his cock still buried deep inside of you. His chest heaves against yours, ragged gasps filling the space between your sated bodies. He blinks slowly, his gaze holding yours captive as he pants out your name. You take his face into his hands with a deep breath, leaning in and kissing his lips without a second though. He moans into the kiss, holding your wrists gently as he does so.

You both stay like that for a while. Bodies joined together in the aftermath of your shared orgasm. The only sounds in the room are your gasping breaths and the rapid beat of your heart pounding in sync. Cautiously, Sungchan pulls out of you gently, making your pussy squeeze around nothing instinctively at the loss, a soft whimper leaving your lips.

He rolls off to one side, pulling you with him so that you're tucked against his side. His arm wraps around you and keeps you close to him, fingers dancing along your sweaty skin lightly. Neither of you speak for long moments, too wrapped up in trying to regain control of your breathing and coming down from your highs even to fathom thinking of words right now.

Eventually, though, Sungchan breaks the silence with a soft whisper, "You okay?"

Your lips twitch into a tired smile against his chest, pressing a small kiss there before nodding. "Yeah," you huff out after a moment, "That was…"

"Crazy," he finishes for you, making you shut your eyes with a laugh, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah…That was crazy,” You whisper, moving your head to rest on his chest to soak up more of his warmth. Your cheek squishes against his chest as you lay there, looking down at his spent cock resting against his thigh. It hits you that you’re both naked and just had sex on your living room floor. This calls for a conversation at the least but you can’t drag yourself to start it, completely spent from what just occurred.

So, instead, you close your eyes.

You’ll deal with it in the morning.

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nnephthyss · 23 days

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i went back on my words and i wrote a toji fic hehe

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plot: you were forced into a marriage and the conversation of having a child comes up.

warnings: manhandling, slightly forced at first, dominant toji, breeding, breeding kink, mating press, eating pussy, fingering, cum eating, multiple orgasms

sorry if this shit, it’s my first toji fic and he has a strong personality to write.

wc: 1.8k

getting married to toji was not something that was expected or planned for. toji had no desire to marry you because he despises sorcerers, and unfortunately, you fall into that category. the decision to marry was out of your control and was not something toji wanted either.

now your last name being fushiguro, you had to be a good wife to him. even though you hated the man’s guts, being nice was required. just having a ceremony with both of your parents, toji is now laying on your shared bed, watching you shuffle through some clothes to change into.

“they really expect you to breed with a non-sorcerer?” he asks in that gruffly tone he always has. his voice was deep and attractive. a glare comes to your face because you were not in the mood to talk about sex especially if it involves a child. just thinking about it makes you wanna throw up. having sex with toji? a no go.

“i guess so toji. put two and two together..” yeah you were a spunky girl, there’s no way you weren’t gonna give him any attitude. the mood you’re in only makes a smirk come to his face. he loves when you’re like this, it both gets him turned on and entertained. “what’s gotcha ya’ into this little mood?”

his question makes you turn to him. fuck, he was so infuriatingly attractive. the way his long legs spread across the bed, scar stretching with the smirk he’s got on his pretty lips. clearly the answer was him. he’s always getting you riled up and for no reason.

“i’m not having sex with you toji. i’m not giving you a child.” his eyebrows furrow immediately at your harsh words. what if he wanted a child? he didn’t but what if he did. i mean sex with you sounded quite nice actually, even if he looked at you like you were a piece of ass.

“the fuck you wont.” this catches you off guard. you turn to him in the middle of shimming down your dress. his eyes watch as the fabric slips down your body and to your ankles. he could tell you and a nice body from the way the dress hugged your curves but now? getting a full view of your ass and tits? he was loving it.

he was slightly caught off guard though. his eyes are glued to your breasts. you didn’t have a bra on, just going to put on a t-shirt and roll on to bed. “stop staring.” you mutter and reach for the dresser, grabbing the shirt and slipping it over your head.

he clears his throat, his usual smirk coming back to his face. “but what if i don’t wanna.?” he gets up from the bed, walking towards you. he was a big man, instantly cowering beneath him you shoot him a confused look. “uh what’re you doing.?” he reaches out, twirling a loose strand of your hair.

“why don’t we make that baby tonight.?” your body shudders, just the thought of that makes you both flustered and disgusted. of course your answer was gonna be ‘no’ but the man, grabs you by your hips, throwing you over his shoulder. you yelp, fists beating his broad back. “let me go.!” and he does, dropping you onto the bed on your back.

you scoot backward but he grabs your ankles, yanking you back down. “what the fuck?!?” you yell, kicking at him. “calm down, sweetheart.” he chuckles. he wasn’t planning on letting you go, insisting on having this baby tonight.

is he fucking crazy? manhandling you like this and asking you for a child just like that. you just got married, not willingly and now he wants to implant a little toji inside of you. he crawls on top of you, trapping you beneath him.

“toji, please.” you plead with him, thinking he’s gonna hurt you. he smirks at you. what an ass. he fiddles with the hem of your t-shirt “m’ not gonna hurt you baby, just let me make you feel good yeah?”

your eyebrows furrow and your expression softens. you’ve been so caught up in being scared and not wanting this child that you didn’t realize your soaking wet, cunt aching for this. there was no way you were this needy. “hell no.” you hiss at him.

you weren’t letting him have the satisfaction that he wanted. he runs a hand down your thigh, eyes on your facial expressions. “can’t we just have a little fun?” he gives you a fake pout, thumb rubbing over the length of the damp fabric of your panties and you can see the realization cross his face when he feels how wet you are for him.

“all for me?” he looked at you with his deep blue eyes that had a hint of mischief in them. you felt a jolt of excitement and nervousness, maybe even shame? you hesitated as he began to slide a finger beneath your panties. his fingers were large and seemed too thick to fit inside you, making you doubt that his dick wouldn’t be able to either.

without a second to waste he hooks his fingers along the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your legs. you didn’t have any words, speechless you just watch as he kneels between your thighs. “what’re you doing? can’t we just skip to the kid part.?” you ask him, your voice unsure.

he chuckles which makes your eyebrows furrow. his eyes land directly on your leaky cunt, all wet just for him. he holds your thighs open firmly with his large, calloused hands. “gotta get you ready first.” leaning forward, running his tongue through your drenched folds.

so no foreplay? breath hitching, you moan at his hot tongue making contact with your heat. “toji, cmon..” you still try and protest with his tongue already develing deep inside of you, hips bucking up at the sensations it brings you.

“f-ffuck..” and he grins against you. how the hell did a little conversation end up with him eating you out? hand running down your thighs he brings a finger to your entrance. you prop yourself up on your shoulders to get a better look at him and what he’s doing. you tasted magnificent to him, he loved the sweet, bitter taste. better than he ever could have imagined.

gasping, his finger slips inside of you. your face was full of pleasure as his tongue worked over your clit. breathing heavy and whining as he started to curl his finger in and out of you. now that you're in this position it wasn’t that bad. it felt good even, better than good. your thighs threaten to quake, shaking as pleasure rips through your entire body.

“are you really gonna cum already?” he mocks you and a glare comes to your face but is quickly overshadowed by a pleasure filled expression when he adds a second finger, stretching out your gummy walls. he can feel the way you tighten around him, warning him that you’re close.

“s-shut up.” pouting at him didn’t help because he just sucks down on your clit which sends signals to your brain that you’re definitely gonna cum. hand coming down into his hair, while the other ones buried in the sheets, you whine. you mutter his name over and over again and his shoulders shake, he’s laughing at you.

too far gone you don’t respond and just tilt your head back. his fingers work skillfully inside of you, curling and rubbing that sweet spot, giving you your first orgasm of the night. crying out, you grip tightly onto the sheets underneath you. not slowing down, the man continues to suck and work your sensitive cunt over. you physically have to push his head back to get him to stop but he finally does. finished, he licks you clean, tasting how sweet you are when you climax.

you pout at him, eyes narrowed when he leans up. “whattt.? i just made you cum, sweetheart. don’t look at me like that.” he chuckles at you, working on getting his jeans off. scooting back, you watch his hands work. he slips them off after a few seconds and frees his aching cock from his boxers.

you audibly curse to yourself and he laughs. he was huge, long and thick. no way fucking way that was fitting inside of you. shaking your head no with a “nuh uh.” getting ready to scoot away from him, he pulls you back to the middle of the bed by your feet.

“c‘mon pretty girl. you took my fingers. i’m sure this pretty cunt can take my cock.” he tosses of his shirt, revealing his broad chest and toned torso so you do the same, revealing your breasts.

not wanting a child you're still trying to protest but he grabs ahold of your thighs and pulls you closer, kneeling on the bed.

you grunt, when he puts you into a mating press, knees to your neglected breasts. looking away from him, with a pout on your face that instantly fades away once he stuffs his leaky cock inside of your aching cunt. he groans as you take him in fully, squeezing him with your spongy walls.

you felt too full, walls stretching to make room for him. your hands finally find a place to rest as he slams his hips into you without a warning. “o-oh shittt!” you whine, eyes closing shut and hands grasping onto his shoulders.

he was a greedy man and as a greedy man he pounds into you roughly, trying to get as deep into you as he could so when he does cum, he can plant a little baby inside your tummy.

he watches your face, eyes half-lidded and mouth hanging wide open. his lips curl, smirking at how dumb you look that he’s fucking you so good. “hey, look at me. wanna see your eyes when i fill up this pretty pussy.”

groaning, your eyes open and look into his. his hands snake up the top of your thighs, fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you still for his taking. stomach was twisting with pleasure, cunt clamping down onto his speedy cock. “g’nna cum toji.” words coming out of your mouth in a pant. he could feel his own stomach surge with pleasure, thrusts getting a bit sloppier.

his tip repeatedly hits that sweet spot inside of you, making your toes curl with pleasure. eyes rolling back, you climax, cumming hard on his cock. with a grunt he cums too, filling your messy cunt up. you're breathing hard, grasping onto him as he pulls back slightly, holding your knees firmly to your chest so his cum can leak into your womb.

he chuckles at your fucked-out look, leaving his cock buried deep inside if you make sure you milk as much as you can out of him. you groan at him and look away, hating the way you were gonna have a child with this man. the pleasure was good but was it really worth a baby, wasn’t really your choice anyways so it didn’t matter.

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taylormarieee · 7 months

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Not so tough now huh? CRM!Rick

A/N: ok so I watched the first episode and I just felt the urge to write for him immediately. I couldn't resist... so here you sluts go! enjoy and happy reading!<33 This is also based on this moodboard made by the lovely @angelicalhqrt

Summary: You were tough but Rick was tougher and afterall, you were still just a horny girl...

Word count:2.0k

Pairing: crm!rick x fem!fighter!reader

Warnings: smut~fighting~sexual tension~readers tough but Ricks tougher~horny thoughts~lots of yearning and physical touch~PiV sex~unprotected sex~(wrap it b4 you tap it)~slight age gap { readers in her early 30s and Rick is mid 40s}

You and Rick didn't get along. Well, you guys got along but you didn't at the same time if that makes any sense at all.

You both couldn't stand each other yet always found yourselves around each other. It's like you were constantly drawn to him and as he was to you.

It seemed as if you guys had this mutual respect to leave each other alone but in this line of work, you guys were always around one another.

Especially now that Okafor has asked you and Rick to work together to re-shape the CRM. He wants the A's to be able to lead the CRM and change the way they do things. Lead the B's to stop being so scared.

Of course Rick was against it and was very confused. "I don't give a shit about this A's and B's shit Okafor. I'm not livin' here! I'm not happy here, I'm certainly not going to give my life for a place I can't leave. For a place and their bullshit secrets." He protests.

"Rick. You think you have a choice? Now that you joined and are no longer a consignee, I need you. You will do this because you shouldn't even be alive with how many times you've tried to escape. You and bullet over here are special assets to this plan and whether you like it or not, your doing this."

Bullet was the nickname he gave you because you shot at him and grazed his forehead after he tried to rescue you. You needed to get back to your sister, you didn't want to be taken by a strange man and taken to a strange secret city that no one knows about.

"Rick. Just stop fighting it. I learned to stop fighting it long time ago. We've been here for six years. It's time to let go. Whoever your trying to get to just forget it. There alive but in here we can die at the snap of Beales fingers. So please..." You plead looking at him with a stone cold face but a hint of sympathy and concern.

"Whatever." He says gruffly before listening to the rest of what Okafor was saying.

The next day you and Rick and all the other soldiers are training. Obviously yet again, you get partnered with Rick. Your spinning your knife in your hand as you look at him with a slight smirk on your face.

You lunged at him and he blocked it and when you tried again he turned you around and had his arm around your neck and your back to his chest. You feel his warm breath on your cheek.

Your wiggling against him and he grunts in your ear. You try to pry his hand off your neck and flip him over and down to the ground but it was true, he was tougher and much stronger than you.

He pushes you and lets you go. you stumble but turn around standing your ground and facing him with your knife in hand and fists up. You lunge back at him and cut his hand, the one that's still attached of course.

He groans and holds his wrist. "Fuck." He yells out and you smirk at him. "Wouldn't fighting be much easier if you didn't cut off your hand Mr. Grimes?" You say with a slight chuckle.

He quickly turns back and the punches you in your face. You stumble back and wipe the blood that's made its way to your lip.

"Wow. That was a hell of a good punch Grimes." You say smirking and licking your lips. "Thanks bullet." He says smirking at you with his signature look.

You roll your eyes and punch his chest and he tries to hit you again but your duck and serve him a nice right hook. He stumbles back and when you try to punch his face again he grabs your right fist and slowly brings it down twisting it and hurting your wrist.

When you try the other hand to catch him off guard he dodges it and knees you in your stomach before punching your ribs.

You cry out and he lets go of your hand as you grab at your side and stomach. You glare at him from your hunched over position and then you swiftly get down and swipe your leg under his making fall.

You get on top of him and punch him in the face. You see his nose bleeding and his cheek is starting to bruise. You punch once more before a guard yells at you enough.

You get off Rick and look around at everyone looking at you before you look back at Rick on the floor and you scoff before walking away and slamming the door as you walk out.

You take the wrappings aggressively off your hands as you walk to your room. 'At least you had rooms and comfy beds here', you thought.

Where you came from you had to make do with dusty comforters and blankets on the cold, hard floor of an old abandoned building.

At least you had your sister, now you have no clue where she is... Broken out of your thoughts you hear a knock on the door.

You ignore it the first time quietly muttering a go away. When the knocks happen again you groan and get up.

As you open the door your met with Rick pushing past you and rushing into your room.

He's got a patch on his eyebrow to close up his wound with the stitches and his cheekbone is now bruised a darker color then before. Even his hand is all bandaged up.

"What the hell was that huh? Why'd ya go all psyco on me? What did I do to you huh?" He says pacing the room as he thrashes his hands around.

"I did it... because I wanted to." You whisper as you step closer to him with a neutral look on your face. You were unfazed by his act at trying to intimidate you.

"Oh really huh?" He asks stepping real close to you. Suddenly you really notice how dark his eyes are.

Even in this piss poor lighting. He looked looming and scary. Your facade falters immediately as he backs you up against the door.

The tension in the room changing slightly from anger to something more intimate...more primal. It excited you yet scared you.

You really didn't know Rick like that at all. You don't know how crazy he is- I mean besides the fact he cut off his own hand.

Your thoughts began to drift at how he looks. His brown curls framing his face perfectly, his beard full, nice and clean with greys decorating it.

You looked at the outfit he was wearing. A tight black shirt that hugged his body in all the right places with black cargo pants.

He looked...hot. Intimidating.Sexy. Dominant...I mean there were many words to describe Rick. He brought something out of you that you didn't like. He made you excited and wet at the slightest touch.

This interaction bringing back memories to 3 days ago.

{Flashback}

"Rick! Wait up!" You call out to him.

He was walking down the street in his combat outfit.

"Wassup bullet?" He asked with that look in his eyes. 'God that look does things to me,' you thought.

He looked like he wanted to throw you against the wall and eat you.

"I-I wanted to say good luck out there. Okafor can be pushing and hard to deal with." You say with a closed lip smile.

He nods and looks you up and down before speaking, "Thanks for the luck. I assumed i'll be needin' it. Especially by you." He says smirking at you.

That's the moment you knew that he knew, that he knows he makes you nervous. He would make any girl nervous. Eyelashes fluttering at the sound of his rough southern drawl. Sounding all sexy and wise.

That deep voice and pretty smirk on his face. The way his eyes will trace your body and your face as if he's remembering every tiny detail about you like a robot.

You swallow hard and you swear he could hear your heart rapidly beating, 'God girl get it together!' You immediately nodded your head before walking off and leaving him to stand there.

He watched as you walked away all flustered and cute. He chuckled to himself as you looked back and watched him walk away now.

{end of flashback}

You look up at him as he looks down at you with a smirk. His head tilted slightly to the side.

"Whatcha thinking about sweetheart?" He asks with a smirk. You roll your eyes and scoff trying to act tough.

"Nothing Rick. Get out." You demanded as you pushed past him walking towards your bed.

You didn't notice he was silently following you and he ended up behind you with his crotch to your ass and his hands on your hips.

"Why don't you stop this tough act baby and lemme take you right here hmm mama? Would you like that instead? Fuck that attitude right outta ya?" He says in a low seductive voice.

Shivers ran down your back as he said that. His words repeating like a mantra in your head over and over again. You wanted so badly for him to take you right here.

"fuck, yea I want that real bad." You mutter and he smirks as he starts kissing your neck and behind you ear. He slides his pants down and rips his cock free from the bondage of his boxers.

He removes your pants leaving you in your panties. When he slowly removes your panties they reveal your soaked cunt.

"Fuck mama, your soaked." He says with a chuckle. You whimper and grind against him. "Please Rick...I need you i-inside." You whine.

He chuckles and without warning slides in. As much as he wants to tease you, he doesn't have the patience tonight. Maybe next time..

Just thinking about being able to fuck you like this again, his hips roughly thrusting into you as your eyes roll to the back of your head or cross at your nose made his cock twitch.

Just looking at your body exposed and vulnerable to him made his cock jump with excitement to be buried so deep inside you. He kissed and sucked at yor neck leaving hickies people will surely be asking about later.

He was proud to mark you up as his. You cry out and scream out as his cock brushes your cervix just right. His cock hitting that sweet spot inside you that had you shaking intensely when your orgasm rolled around.

"fuck Rick! I-I'm gonna c-cum Rick! Oh shit, please lemme cum!" You beg. He looked at you and pouted.

"You wanna cum babygirl? Hmm?" He asks tauntingly. You quickly shake your head yes as he shakes his head and clicks his tongue. "Words baby. I need words." He said moving his hand up your chest slowly to lightly grip your throat.

You moan out as you grab his arm and your eyes roll back before you mutter out a little, "Yes Rick! I'm gonna cum, please?" You beg again hoping he has mercy on you.

"I'll allow you to cum but next time I won't be so nice babygirl." He says before thrusting into you with such force it makes your headboard thump against the wall.

You didn't want a noise complaint but the way your oragsm ripped through you, you honestly couldn't care.

"oh fuck!" Rick grunts out before he quickly pulls out and jerks off. You quickly scoot down and open your mouth for him to cum all on your face and tongue. You moan in pleasure as his warm seed spills all on your face.

When you swallow the amount that went into your mouth, you smile at him before licking the rest of by using your finger to apply it in your mouth.

He groans at the sight and he lifts you up placing you neatly and softly on your bed. Your so drunk off his cock that when he goes to try and get a warm cloth for you you grab his arm stopping him.

"Please stay with me. I don't wanna be alone... not tonight." You whisper. He smiles and nods before crawling his way into bed with you rubbing soft circles on your waist as you drift of to sleep.

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heartsofminds · 3 months

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and the songbirds are singing like they know the score - part i.

"If Bradley squints his eyes, he can still make out the little five-year-old that he once knew who thought that he put the stars in the sky and cried when she found out that Jake’s real name wasn’t Hangman." or Quincy Bradshaw is growing up and no one knows what to do about it; especially Bradley.

a/n: in light of father's day, enjoy part one to bradley's precocious daughter making a re-appearance and jake seresin being reasonable for once. part two will be posted soon! the angst will be resolved, don't you worry!

It happens in between the end credits and the black fade-out screen.

The piercing sound of the phone ringing snaps you and your husband out of your near comatose states on the couch, seemingly entranced by Molly Ringwald’s whining (which only she can get away with because she’s fucking Molly Ringwald, of course) for the entirety of Sixteen Candles.

“Holy shit,” Bradley swallows, leaning up to sit entirely straight. His movements jostle you, causing you to wince at your cheek unsticking from its glued spot on his right pec.

You smack your lips and sigh, trying to wake yourself up. The obnoxiously mechanical sound the phone makes causes your ears a subtle pain, and you silently curse your husband for refusing to remove the landline phone that sits glued to your kitchen wall.

“It serves a purpose,” he had reasoned. “Don’t kill my dream of having a rotary phone.”

And the conversation of uninstalling a 1970s landline phone from your new house was lost in the abyss of cardboard boxes and cheerios on the floor from your then beyond spunky and energetic three-year-old daughter.

So while it sticks out like an eyesore amongst your “lived-in” and perfectly curated home, you often forget it’s there... except on occasions like this when the sporadic ringing shakes your eardrums and tightens the ever-present rubberband around your temples in the worst way possible.

Bradley sits with his elbows on his knees, almost trying to muster up the strength to deal with the nuisance of the ringing phone. He sits for a second and sighs before hearing your body shift.

You smush your face into a pillow; the constant ringing making you want to tear your hair out by the second.

“Bradley!” you whine. He pats the part of your calf uncovered by your shared throw blanket with an unspoken tenderness.

“Sorry,” he timidly apologizes.

He stands up; his left knee making an impressive “crack” before swiping his phone off the coffee table on his way to the kitchen.

You turn the TV off and lie in the complete darkness of your living room. The illumination of the moonlight through the glass windowed door in your kitchen shines its way to the floor in front of your couch. You have half the mind to yell to your husband to close the blinds that line the backdoor before your voice catches in your throat.

No one ever calls the landline. Very few people even have the phone number for the landline outside of Maverick and a few close family friends. Besides, anyone who needed to reach you had your cell phone numbers anyway.

So who the actual fuck is calling your landline at 11 PM on a Thursday?

You hear Bradley yank the phone from its place on the wall and exhale with a huff. After sixteen years of being together, you know that huff is his tell of being annoyed.

“Hello?” he gruffly answers. His irritation makes the question sound more like a monotonous statement.

“Bradshaw –”

Jake Seresin is on the other end of the line. You can recognize his voice from the other room with his cadence even though you’re not on the phone with him. Having “mom ears” does that to a person, you suppose.

“Why the fuck are you calling my house at 11 PM?” Bradley snaps.

You’re wondering the same thing, but you’ll have to talk to him about being so rude and huffy. Jake may actually need something, after all.

“Well, you weren’t answering your fucking cell and neither was your wife so I had to do something.”

Bradley rolls his eyes and looks back into the darkened living room. He’s been more on edge about you lately.

“You can’t miss me that fucking much to be spamming my phone with calls,” he sighs and leans his back up against the wall. He notices the open blinds on the back door and walks to close them before he’s yanked back by the phone cord.

“Don’t cream your pants. I don’t like you that much.”

Bradley lets out a soft snort in amusement before he remembers that he’s supposed to be annoyed. He opens his mouth to ask Jake what exactly it is that’s so damn important and can’t wait until tomorrow morning when he’s beaten to it.

“I have Quincy here in the passenger seat and she’s beyond unwell.”

The statement sends Bradley into panic mode instantly. His voice catches in his throat and he can’t recall a moment he’s had where he’s felt like he’s had to force the breath out of himself like this.

He lets out something between a huff, a cough, and a wheeze before remembering he can’t make a huge show of himself right now because it’ll also throw you into panic mode.

“What the fuck do you mean she’s not well? Jake, where the fuck are you?” he whispers into the phone, trying to cover his mouth as much as possible so you can’t even read his lips if you tried. “Is she okay? What’s –”

It doesn’t take a genius to know that Bradley is panicking. Even Bradley’s beyond intoxicated and passed out seventeen-year-old daughter sitting in the passenger seat of Jake’s truck could piece together that her father is nothing but a raging ball of anxiety at the moment, and Jake is positive that his friend is growing another patch of gray hair as the seconds pass.

“Oh. . .fuck, I guess I should’ve phrased that better,” Jake admits. His truck comes to a halt at a spotlight and he glances over at his goddaughter. “She’s fine. She’s drunk as shit right now, but I’m on the way to drop her at yours.”

Bradley can feel the obnoxious orange ball of anxiety inside of him shift to a tumultuous rage-induced scarlett. His hand tightens around the phone cord and he has to stop himself before he yanks it out of the wall. He’s gotten angry like this before, but it never was angled toward his daughter.

Never toward his sweet, precious girl. Never toward his amazing Quincy.

But she knows the rules (and she chose to break them) and she knows what was told to her (and she snuck out anyway) and she knows that it’s dangerous to be that drunk (but yet she’s passed out in Jake’s truck).

And if that isn’t both nerve-wracking and frustrating, Bradley doesn’t know what is.

“Put her on the phone,” he speaks lowly.

Jake gulps, knowing that he’s in one of those moods. Bradley doesn’t express anger as often as he expresses annoyance, but an angry Bradley is never someone he wants to be around. And from the way that Quincy made it sound when she called him to come get her from some random party in the middle of nowhere thirty-five minutes away from her house at 11 PM on a school night, he knows her ass is being had tomorrow morning by both you and Bradley.

There’s absolutely no way his goddaughter is coming out of this unscathed.

“Dude, she’s obliterated right now and I think you talking to her is just gonna make it worse.”

“And I don’t give a fuck. I said, put her on the fucking phone now.”

Jake shakes his head and rolls his eyes as Quincy begins to stir next to him in her seat. He’s always been the person she’s called whenever she was in trouble. He always got the first hug whenever she was brought around. He’s always been her source of comfort outside of her parents and he’s never minded it because being around her is easy.

It was easy to carry her around whenever she asked when she was little. It was easy to give in and let her sit in the cockpit of his grounded aircraft with him and let her play with the buttons when her dad and Papa Mav refused. It was easy to pick her up from school at midday and take her to lunch. It was easy to bring her back gifts from wherever he was deployed and even easier picking them out because she’s a sucker for meaningless trinkets.

It was easy to be her godfather and she’s a smart and relatively easy kid, but Jake has never been prepared for this part.

Because doing what’s best for her is hard, and he realizes that when he can feel his friend wanting to put him through a wall over the phone.

“No,” he speaks and he can hear Bradley let out a small gasp at the denial of his request, “She fucked up bad, Bradley. I’m sure she knows and you can have it out with her tomorrow morning, but right now, she’s not in any place to be screamed at and made to feel worse. You’re her dad and m’not tryin’ to take that away from you –”

Bradley scoffs, “What exactly do you fuckin’ know about raising kids, Jake? Huh?”

Jake grimaces and decides to take the brute of Bradley’s anger. Better him than Quincy, he figures. Besides, he knows Bradley doesn’t mean any of it. . . At least he hopes he doesn’t.

“You obviously can’t be a dad because you just wanna have fun and dick around all the fucking time. Buying them fuckin’ candy and letting them off scott-free doesn’t do shit. You don’t have what it takes to raise a fucking person.”

Jake doesn’t know why, but part of him gets that prickly feeling in his chest. Usually, every insult rolls off his shoulders into oblivion and he gets off on making people angry and being able to put on the facade that he really couldn’t give a damn if he tried.

But this one hurts because he knows that Bradley is right in some regard.

He’s a runner and he lets people down. He’s nearing fifty (and God, he never thought he ever would) and has never even bothered to settle down. And he’s made peace with himself a long time ago that he doesn’t deserve a wife or a family or kids because he would never be able to love them more than he loves himself; more than he loves his career.

To hear one of your closest friends admit that to you openly, to know that someone outside of you sees it too, makes his heart stop momentarily and forces him to feel the ache of the words meant to stab him in the chest.

“I understand,” he swallows. He knows arguing with Bradley isn’t the right thing to do at the moment and never will be. “I’m still not putting her on the phone. We will be at your house shortly.”

The line goes dead and Bradley is overcome with a wave of anger that drowns him like a tsunami. He knows what he said was shitty and that he has no right to do that to someone who he considers a close friend, but he just can’t help himself.

He knows no allies when it comes to his daughter.

The sound of the plastic phone slamming into its rightful place on the wall alarms you and part of your heart hurts for Jake.

Jake has no concept of boundaries and has no limit to the absurdities that he often commits, but Jake also has the biggest heart that gets overshadowed by his equally big ego. You know the words uttered to him by your husband have knocked him down in ways Bradley isn’t the slightest bit aware of, and you start to silently cry for him because you know he won’t do it for himself.

You force yourself up from your deepened spot on the couch and waddle your way to Bradley in the kitchen. The tears streaming down your face only fuel your need to make it right and to stand up for Jake and his quietly hurt feelings.

You don’t know the full of what happened, but you heard enough to know that no one deserves to be spoken to that way. Bradley is upset (and he seemingly always has this cloud of gloom hanging over his head), but that gives him no right to be so cruel.

The mama bear feelings are only amplified by the thirty-nine-week bump on your frontside making you tilt forward more than you usually do. Jake is a big boy and you know he can handle himself and that this situation has nothing to do with you, per se, but the lack of kindness surrounding you currently is stuffy, and you’d do anything to break the barrier to actually breathe.

You try and stifle your cries and wipe your starry eyes before you approach your husband; silently cursing how cold your feet are and longing for the day when you can put your socks back on yourself independently.

He stands with his hands against the wall and his head drooped between them. It’s a look of defeat; a showcase of hopelessness and frustration mixed into a burly mess of indigo and violets from the moonlight and dark sky peeping into your kitchen windows. Despite the darkness surrounding him, you can see the pink flush on the back of Bradley’s ears that has traveled to the tops of his shoulder blades.

The anger is rampant and on the verge of explosion. Seeing your sweet Bradley like this is a sight rarer than a double rainbow. Part of you knows you shouldn’t poke the bear, but Bradley knows he shouldn’t speak to people like that. Compromising your morals is something you’ve never let yourself do and being bone tired and thirty-nine weeks pregnant is not going to change that.

Something’s gotta give, and you decide that it’s going to be you.

His head pops up the second he senses your presence. He knows that something is off with you after your lack of announcement. His home and heart had been preoccupied by two of the most chatty (and rather heavy-footed) women for the past sixteen and a half years. Silence is not welcomed in abundance in the Bradshaw household.

As if he didn’t have to suck in his sharp breath of frustration seconds prior, he turns to you and opens his arms. The darkness hides your tears and aggravation, but he knows that it stands next to you as an unwelcome visitor.

Part of you wants to indulge, but an overwhelming portion of you houses irritation that won’t let you bite.

This night was supposed to be one of peace and tranquility. You’re coming up on week three of rest allocated by your maternity leave and you finally feel like the walls in your house aren’t closing in on you. Bradley’s light load of scheduled hops and paperwork has helped with giving you company earlier in the afternoons before you have to make room for your second daughter. The way that she’s sitting on your bladder and constantly kicking your ribs in the middle of the night throws the hope that she’ll be calm and sweet out of the window and opens the door to the reality that she’ll be a carbon copy of her older sister.

“What’s wrong?” you grumble, sending Bradley a scowl. You ignore his open arms and head to the fridge. You slam the carton of orange juice down on the counter and swing open the cabinet door to grab yourself a glass.

Bradley furrows his eyebrows in confusion and lowers his arms in defeat. His feet drag him closer to you subconsciously. The thought that you moved away from him because you wanted space doesn’t cross his mind.

“Nothing,” he leans his hip against the countertop, eyes scanning the thin stream of juice being poured into the glass. His nose wrinkles as you flash your eyebrows at him. That was always his tell of hiding something.

He knows you can clock it. He just really doesn’t want to argue right now.

You take a gulp from your glass while rolling your eyes. “Don’t lie to me. I know it was Jake.”

“Doesn’t mean something is wrong.” His shoulders slump before he closes the refrigerator door. You had been extra forgetful in this stage of your pregnancy.

Your lips mouth a reflexive, “Thank you” before you huff. Being lied to was something you never appreciated; especially when you know how bad Bradley is at doing it. Besides, you know that he knows you have heard quite a bit. The pointlessness of his actions starts a kindling of rage in your belly.

“Well, that’s funny because you’re telling Jake he doesn’t know how to be a parent over the phone?”

“I didn’t say that.”

His spine straightens and his cheeks spill a baby pink hue that starts to spread to the tips of his ears. You think he looks just like your daughter even though you can’t see the fullness of his face. Your eyes start to twinkle before you remember that you’re pissed at him. The serious face holds a standstill.

“Don’t play dumb. Do I need to say the exact words for it to ring a bell? ‘You don’t have what it takes to raise a fuckin’ person.’ Seriously, Bradley? What the fuck is your problem?”

He winces at the agitation in your voice. Hearing it being said by someone other than him makes him realize how fucked up he was to say it; let alone even think about saying it to someone as dear to him and your family as Jake. Your hands heavily place the glass in the metal bottom of the kitchen sink and your heavy footsteps storm past him back to the living room.

Bradley reaches out to grab your wrist and spins you to look at him. His hands envelop yours and place them flat on his chest. He sighs before dropping his head as if he was a puppy that had just gotten scolded.

“You’re right,” his eyes scan your face but refuse to peer into your own, “I have no right to talk to people like that.”

You let him hold you as your annoyance shifts to a denotation of shocked nerves that leave your heart sprinting like crazy in your chest for air. You’ve always been somewhat easy to work up, but your nerves have been oversensitive as of late.

Penny and your mother call it your mother’s intuition maturing, but you like to call it a nuisance. Although the first baby you’ll be giving birth to will make her way earthside in a few short weeks, your first baby will always be the chunky eleven-month-old with blotchy pink cheeks and abundant sass you met on Halloween sixteen years ago.

Bradley’s steady hand rubbing soothing circles on your back does little to help you differentiate the present and the imaginary. You aren’t sure how much time has passed or if his soft caresses continue on your spine, but you’re damn sure of what your gut is telling you.

Something is wrong. Something is wrong. Something is wrong.

“Is she okay?” you ask him.

The words uttered make the world stop turning for the millisecond it took you to speak.

You know deep in your heart that she’s not okay; that she hasn’t been for a while. Your bright and bubbly baby turned angsty and moody Senior in high school had happened overnight, it seems. What was once excited chatter at the dinner table about school and friends and club soccer and yearbook committee soon became absent, and the sound of silence from a missing spot at the dining table with you and Bradley had become the norm.

It became extremely noticeable in the last few weeks of her Senior year; calls of truancy being made to your home phone and numerous talks about possible grounding if she didn’t get her act together becoming more and more frequent.

Her attendance sucks but her grades remain stellar, so the idea of punishing her falls flat on its face whenever it gets brought up. You both have always known how intelligent your daughter is. You just wish she didn’t know it so well to know that you and her father are bluffing.

And to be totally truthful, preparing for a new and unexpected baby hadn’t been part of the plan. You know that you’re not Quincy’s mother in any sense of the word, but you’re her mom and have been for as long as she can remember. Looking for your face in the school pick-up line and at soccer games and honor roll assemblies had always been her normal, and the fact that she had to share that with something embryonic (as she would call it) that hadn’t even graced real outside world oxygen (again, Quincy vernacular) was not something on her bingo card for her Senior year of high school.

Your absences from these things, the things that are important to her but she’s far too stubborn to admit how much they actually mean out loud, were felt this year. She was raised understanding and kind but has inherited the sensitivity of her father’s heart. You know how much this entire pregnancy has deeply hurt her, and the guilt swallows you whole.

The abyss of her unverbalized pain looms like a fog in every corner of your mind. Guilt has a funny way of turning all emotions into its twin.

“I mean, yes? But she’s in for it once she steps foot in this house,” he grumbles. The meteoric thumping of his heart in his chest soothes you, but you know that the adrenaline pumping through his veins to move the muscle at lightning speed is sourced in anger.

“So she called Jake?”

Bradley scoffs. Your face is buried in his chest, but you know his huff of annoyance was accompanied by an eye roll.

“Tried to use him as her ‘get out of jail free’ card. Knows that shit doesn’t work so I don’t even know why she did that.”

You stifle a laugh and pull back to look at him. “I’m sorry I was so mean earlier. Didn’t mean it,” you whisper and he grins. Apologies have never been your strong suit. He would argue that you’re more stubborn than your daughter and Maverick in that regard.

“I’m sorry I was such a dick. Know you don’t like when I get like that.”

There’s no need for acceptance. You have him wholeheartedly the same way he has you. Verbally accepting each other’s apologies has long been a thing of the past; especially when you feel like you share each other in ways that no one else on Earth would be able to understand; two halves of a whole – husband and wife.

Your hand lightly taps his chest before you scoot past him to return back to the living room. From the digital numbers of the oven light in the kitchen, you know that it’s nearing midnight. You and Bradley had never been “good sleepers” (and now that you’re thinking about it, neither is Quincy), but you figure that you should get as much sleep as you’re still allowed. God knows that the new baby will be all Bradshaw and will probably be the worst sleeper too.

Bradley hears your heavy footsteps trudge up to the bedroom and the soft suction of the door frame signifying that you’re about to lay down for the night. He wants nothing more than to join you and revel in the peace; remind himself to breathe and of simpler times when it was just you and him, but it had never just been you and him because it was always you and him and Quincy.

The ache in his stomach returns at the thought. He has to put himself back in the mindset to put his foot down and let his daughter know that what she had done was incredibly unacceptable.

It’s not like he’s mad at her for choosing to act her age for once.

He had always worried himself sick after parent-teacher conferences because all of her teachers would comment on how mature his daughter was, but how that maturity often caused her to isolate herself. She had always been bright but at the expense of never wanting to play imaginary games with her classmates because she didn’t see the point in “pretending.” He had always thought that it was his fault; that exposing your baby to the History Channel and retired veteran chatter at the bar during the day made her not like other kids.

And it’s not like he wanted her to be a certain way or that he was scared of her being “weird” or that she wasn’t living up the the expectation of what he thought having a kid would be like.

Bradley had just wanted her to be kind and to feel loved, and he knows from experience that it’s hard living life when you don’t feel like the former nor do you ever feel the support from the latter. He knows a life of isolation and a sharp tongue that spears a bleeding heart. The last thing he ever wanted was for his daughter to know the same.

Nevertheless, he’s still angry. Angry? Enraged? Pissed?

Disappointed.

Bradley had seen the signs as much as you have of your daughter’s downward spiral through the duration of the school year. He ignored the phone calls of truancy and let them go to voicemail and held his breath and his tongue when she answered a question he asked her a little too harshly. He ignored the attitude and the slamming of doors and the glow of her bedside lamp being on well past 2 AM most nights.

Bradley ignored all of it because confronting it and her made it real, and facing the reality that she’s growing up and will no longer need him is something that he will never be prepared to do.

He takes deep breaths and grabs his water bottle off the counter, unscrewing the top and taking colossal sips. His therapist had given him a printed list of techniques years ago to help him manage his anxiety. If he can’t control the speed of Jake’s truck driving down the interstate to his house, he can control the pace of the icy chugs sliding down his throat.

Bradley wipes his mouth with the back of his arm and places the metal water bottle down on the counter. He paces back and forth before he realizes that pacing always makes him more anxious. His feet carry him back to the living room where he sits on the edge of the couch and balances his elbows on the tops of his thighs.

All that can be heard is the subtle tick of the large wall clock hanging above the mantle and the soft buzz of cicadas in the backyard. The silence is cut in half by blinding headlights beaming their way through the curtains that line the front window and the roar of an engine.

He doesn’t jump up to unlock the door like he usually would. His thoughts are still maniacally bouncing around his skull like a ten-cent bouncy ball. Besides, he doesn’t even know if he dares to face Jake after he had spoken so horribly to him such a short time ago.

The old Bradley, the one who was still hurting and lonely with no wife or kids or family, wouldn’t have given a damn. Fuck Jake and fuck everyone else.

But this Bradley, the one who is a dad and a husband and a friend and a son, gives a damn and he gives such a big one that he feels nauseous.

The headlights flick off and the engine is killed. The silence that resumes is so instantaneous that he can almost fool himself into believing that everything is normal. That his daughter is upstairs fast asleep in her room and that her godfather is fifteen minutes away at his own house. He prays Jake won’t knock on the door and disturb it again. Jake never knocked on the door anyway, so he might luck out, he figures.

But Bradley underestimates how nervous Jake is about this whole thing and soon enough, the sound of his friend’s knuckles rapping on the dark green wood that is the entity of his front door.

He holds his breath as he opens it.

He sees Jake, twenty years older than when they finally put their past behind them and became friends, and then he sees his daughter, meek and saddened and slightly drunk.

If Bradley squints his eyes, he can still make out the little five-year-old that he once knew who thought that he put the stars in the sky and cried when she found out that Jake’s real name wasn’t Hangman.

The Leemoore sweatshirt she has on is three sizes too big and does little to make her look like a high school partygoer, so he knows she has a riskier top beneath it. There’s no doubt Jake probably made a pit stop at his house to give it to her before bringing her home.

Jake knows that Bradley hates secrets, so her sneaking out and also having a second secret wardrobe stashed beneath the floorboards under her bed would not make for a welcome guest upon her coming home after getting busted. The sweatshirt at least bought her a little time.

“Hey,” Jake speaks, finally slicing the tension with a greeting. His left arm is looped through his goddaughter’s and she leans on him heavily to prevent herself from falling.

“Hey,” Bradley says back. His face is stern. Jake knows he means business.

“I’m sure this isn’t how you wanted to see me next.” Even though Jake is kind of pissed and anxious, there still remains a glimmer of humor within him. The complaint of many ex-girlfriends had always been how he never took anything seriously (and his serious lack of commitment too, but that’s an issue for another time), and he knows that it’s a blessing and a curse.

“Yeah, no kidding.”

Bradley grabs his daughter’s free arm and helps Jake maneuver her inside over the steep ledge of the front door and to the asylum of the living room couch.

Quincy’s eyes are wide open and her brain is moving in slow motion; scanning her surroundings but not being able to focus on one thing before her eyes are caught by the presence of another. She had never been drunk before in her life and the copious amounts of vomit that had spewed out of her mouth tonight discouraged her from trying to speak. Any thought of opening her mouth made the muscle memory of puking prevail.

The rational part of her brain knows that her father wants to wring her neck, but she silently prides herself on calling Jake and kind of doing the right thing (even though she knows the right thing was not sneaking out and getting fucked up on a Thursday, to begin with). Her dad will forgive her and spending time with Jake was always fun. She just vows to make sure that she’ll never puke in front of him again because he turned green at the sight of her hunched over on the side of the road.

Quincy lands on the couch with an incredible lack of grace. She bounces and almost slips off again, but sticks her foot out to help support her. Her vision is blurred before she focuses on the sight of her dad with the deepest frown on his face and his hands on his hips. Her eyes follow a horizontal line next to him and see Jake worrying his lip in between his teeth. A hiccup falls out of her mouth and she rushes to close it before her body can register a solution to the nausea plaguing her currently.

The silence between the three of them is unforgiving and she can’t remember a time where she had felt so. . .embarassed.

Here she is, about to get the scolding of her life in front of one of the adults she admires the most. All she had ever wanted was to be seen as a grown-up and it’s clear to her now that the men in front of her think anything but that.

“You got anything to say?” Bradley huffs. His glare sharpens the more he takes in his daughter’s appearance.

The silence he’s met with kindles a fire in his belly that shifts the anxiety he feels to the beginning of an obnoxious anger.

Quincy can’t answer verbally because she knows she’ll throw up. She can’t shake her head to answer him either. The room is spinning and the spiraling shadow cast by her vision will undoubtedly make her throw up too. She can’t even feel her lips and anything she has to say will not be an answer worthy of her dad’s appreciation. She fucked up big time and now she has to reap what she’s sown.

Her dad scoffs. The room inflates with tension from all three of the living room’s occupants. Quincy closes her eyes. Jake holds his breath. Bradley bawls his hand into a fist.

Here it comes.

Bradley opens his mouth; words like venom sitting on the tip of his tongue. Quincy closes her eyes and braces herself for the yelling that she knows is coming.

“Hey, let’s table it for tomorrow. Yeah?”

If Jake wasn’t already her favorite, now he certainly is.

Bradley turns to him. His cheeks are tomato red and his wrath sitting in the base of his throat. He has half the mind to come unglued on him before he remembers the pit of guilt from earlier. The putrid watery feeling of guilt dampens his vocal chords. His sentences dig a grave in his voicebox.

Jake is right.

His daughter can barely sit up straight and you’re upstairs trying to sleep. There’s no point in waking the entire house and having a one-sided screaming match with someone who will only have the faintest memory of what happened the next morning.

Bradley lets out a hefty breath of air that he hadn’t even realized he was holding in. Jake claps him on the shoulder in silent praise for his decision to drop it. Never would he have ever thought that Jake Seresin of all people would be the one discouraging him from being a total hothead.

“Thanks for bringing her home, man. Sorry about – you know –” he attempts to apologize. Apologies to you rolled off his tongue like water rolled off waterfalls. They just didn’t have that effect when it came to other people who weren’t you.

“Don’t sweat it. Wouldn’t be stickin’ around if I took half the shit you say to heart.”

It’s not funny but Bradley laughs. He doesn’t know if it’s a feeble attempt at repairing the hurt he had done earlier or if it’s to absolve some of the fury that was sitting unleashed in the room, but he’s never been more thankful for Jake in that moment.

Bradley starts to walk Jake to the front door and back out to his truck. Despite being the flashiest and cockiest person he knows, Jake has had the same car for close to twenty years. The silver F-150 had seen many drunk Bradleys and many drunk yous. He just wished that his daughter wouldn’t have been a passenger on the faux “drunk bus” too.

He’ll never admit it, but part of him is jealous that Quincy called Jake instead of him. He wants to classify the feeling as betrayal, but he knows that it’s just envy. He knows that he would’ve called Maverick at this age instead of his mom. It’s a teenage rite of passage and nothing personal.

“Look, it’s late and I know you’re pissed but she did the right thing. The party got busted, you know. And she uh – her friends were drinking, like a lot, and wanted her to get in the car with them,” Jake pauses, making sure Bradley is hearing the case of positives he’s building for Quincy, “She said no and then she called me.”

Bradley nods his head and the tension in his shoulders starts to relax bit by bit. He’s oddly comforted by his daughter’s morality despite committing the precipice of what makes up an immoral teenager to get herself in this damn situation anyway.

“Most kids don’t do that and I know she isn’t most kids so uh – don’t go too hard on her tomorrow?”

The open door of the truck makes a high-pitched dinging noise as Jake’s legs sit half situated on the seat and halfway steady on the ground. The soft yellow light emitting from the streetlights tints the world in a sepia hue.

“Can’t promise that. She’s in some serious shit.”

Jake chuckles. “Serious shit or not, that’s still your baby. She needs you more than you think, you know.”

The car door is shut and the engine is cranked. Bradley pats the hollowed metal of the truck as a “goodnight and goodbye” send-off as Jake backs out of his driveway and into the street. He watches as he rounds the corner to the stop sign before the image of his friend’s truck draws smaller and smaller and smaller until the image is microscopic.

Bradley finds his way back inside and sees his daughter lying on her side with a throw blanket swallowing her figure.

He heads into the kitchen to grab her a glass of water and some Advil to set on the coffee table. Bradley doesn’t recall being hungover so much as just sick to his fucking stomach the first time he drank, but he leaves it for her just in case. His eyes catch the bottom cabinet that houses the popcorn buckets and mixing bowls and grabs the largest one to serve as her “catch-all” puke bucket for the night.

As he settles everything and makes his journey upstairs to your shared bedroom, he hears the wet wretch of what cannot be mistaken for vomiting. His heart harbors empathy for his little girl, but his brain garners no sympathy for her. Some sick part of him is glad that she’s throwing up because it’s a consequence that he doesn’t have to impose on her. She had done it to herself.

“That’s what I thought."

He turns off the bedside lamp as he lays down next to you. You don’t stir from your deep sleep. The house is finally quiet and everything as is it should be.

Bradley just doesn’t like the fact that this kind of peace is tainted with the fact that Quincy is growing up and that there is nothing he can do to stop it.

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klovercrown · 4 months

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(18+) Bo Sinclair x AFAB reader x Mark Hoffman smut

Warnings: Reverse bear trap, spit kink, face slapping, tears, oral fixation

(This is my first time writing something on here, especially smut. There might be some grammatical errors and I'm not good with laying out text. It's also pretty long 🥲)

You're thrashing around with your legs kicking as Bo has you slung over his shoulder, making his way down into the basement. He ran his other hand up the back of your thigh to firmly squeeze your buttock, causing you to yell. The stairs disappear from view as he makes his way down into his lair, settling your body onto the surgical chair.

In front of you stood your two favorite men. Mark looked at you like he was thinking of a thousand different ways to torment you, and Bo with his signature smug smirk you always wanted to smack off his face.

"Careful with her." Mark said, emitting a huff from the other man. "She can handle it." Bo casually says as he steps closer to you, kneeling down to lean in close to grab your chin and make you look at him.

"Right, darlin'?" He whispered, causing shivers to run up your spine and a wave of arousal to hit you. Smirking at your reaction, he releases your chin and moves down to unbutton your pants, while Mark leans in to press his soft lips against yours. You softly moan as he devours your mouth with his, feeling Bo slip your bottoms off your legs.

A muffled moan came from you as Bo ran a finger along your covered pussy, teasing you and smirking to himself as he could feel how drenched you were. "What a slut," Bo muttered, grabbing a hold of the waistband and ripping your panties off of you. You immediately close your legs as you feel the cool air, only for Bo to roughly grab your legs and spread them.

You were so overwhelmed by Mark's rough mouth against yours and Bo massaging your wet folds that you didn't notice one of their hands grab the neckline of your camisole and rip it off like it was nothing, leaving you completely naked on the chair.

Mark moved his lips away before pressing a kiss to your cheek and moving down to your neck, causing you to arch your back from the feeling of his warm breath against your skin.

"I have something in store for you…" Mark says this against your skin, reaching to fondle one of your breasts. You cried out as he pinched and pulled on your nipple, feeling Bo slip one of his fingers inside of you. "I'm getting hard just thinking about it." Bo gruffly said as he slipped another finger inside of you, slowly pumping them in and out. You let out a string of moans, whimpering as you could feel his fingers stretch your wet core.

Bo kept his fingers deep inside of you as he moved to your side, glancing down at you with a hint of disgust. "Great. He slobbered all over your mouth, and I gotta clean it out." Bo complained, which earned an eye roll from Mark. "Shut up and hurry so we can get it ready." Mark said to Bo as he massaged one of your breasts.

As you were about to ask what they were talking about, Bo grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled it back to where you were staring straight at the ceiling. Your eyes widened in fear as he leaned in, staring down at you as if you were a fresh piece of meat. "Open your mouth, sweetheart." You obeyed, watching him move his lips to gather a glob of spit.

Bo gripped your cheeks, making you whimper in pain due to how hard his fingers dug into the fat of your cheeks, and he spat into your mouth. You moaned as it landed on your tongue, tasting the nicotine from the cigarette he had while hunting for you. He let out a low groan at the sight of you, lightly smacking you on the cheek. "Little slut." Mark lowly said as he moved his hand down to your pussy, running his thick fingers along your wet folds. You gasped and were about to swallow the saliva in your mouth before Bo glared down at you. "Don't swallow yet, bitch." He commanded through gritted teeth before he moved his hand to your jaw, his middle and index fingers sliding to both sides of your bottom row of teeth.

You felt yourself gag a bit as he toyed around with your mouth more, feeling his saliva threaten to run down your throat. He used your jaw to pull you closer, using his fingers to jack your mouth open. With another glob of spit hitting your tongue, he gently pushed his fingers onto your tongue to push the saliva closer to the back of your throat. As Bo played with your mouth, you felt Mark's warm tongue lick around your clit as he fingerfucked you. Your moans were muffled, and you gagged around his fingers. He looked down at you with satisfaction, then back at Mark. He watched as Mark started to quicken his pace as his fingers repeatedly pushed deep inside of you. Your legs squirmed before he pinned them with his elbows, holding your thighs down.

His tongue and fingers drove you crazy; you could feel your arousal grow more and more as your body was lavished by the two men. Bo moved to kiss you hard, accidentally making you bleed from biting your bottom lip. He ran one of his hands to your face again, pushing his index finger into your mouth for you to suck on before smearing the blood-mixed, saliva-coated digit across your cheeks and lips.

Your moans become louder as you can feel your orgasm come closer and closer. It didn't help that Bo moved to torture your nipple with his fingers as well. Your stomach tightened up as your orgasm was about to wash over you before Mark cruelly pulled away, looking at you with a smirk. You whined at the loss, looking at the two men in confusion.

Nothing but pleads and whimpers left your mouth; pure desperation was in your voice. Bo caressed your hair as Mark went to one of Bo's work desks, bringing back a reverse bear trap in his hand. You knew about this contraption he's used before and how it usually ends. Mark could see the panic in your expression before leaning in to press a kiss to your hairline.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. This one is different." He calms you down as he lifts it to your view, turning it to the side to where you can see a small button next to the timer. He was about to explain before Bo interrupted. "You're gonna do the scary voice?" Bo said, clearly trying to piss Mark off. Mark side-eyed Bo, huffing through his nose in frustration. "I'm not doing that, asshole." Bo held up a hand to brush it off and played with your hair as Mark explained the functionality of the jaw-breaking trap.

Mark looked at the side of the head gear, pointing at the button. "This was specifically made for you. In case you want to stop whenever you want." He explains as he pulls a small black toy bullet from his pocket. "It's connected to this." You were still confused; most likely, your frustration from the stolen orgasm was making you dizzy.

Bo leans into your ear. "He's going to stick that into your tight pussy. Right when it slides in, the trap will lock in place and the timer will go off..." He says, clear excitement in his rough voice, as he takes pleasure in your scared expression. "…you have two minutes to cum, or it'll rip your fucking jaw open." The way he threatened you, even in this controlled scenario, made you even wetter. You nod in understanding, looking at the two men with half-lidded eyes.

Mark settles the head gear around your head, adjusting the metal piece to be inserted into your mouth. Bo bit his bottom lip at the sight of you; only your watery eyes were visible, and they stared at him and Mark like a pathetic dog waiting for its treat. He unzipped his pants, pulling his thick, hard cock out and grabbing your hand. You knew what he wanted—grabbing his shaft into your hand and stroking him. He quietly groaned as you teased the tip with your thumb, smearing his precum around the head.

Mark teased your pussy more, making sure you were wet and prepped. He looked up at you, the bullet in view in his hand. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" He asked, which earned an eager nod from you and a low groan from Bo as you squeezed his cock more. Pleased with your response, Mark quickly inserted the bullet into your hole and teased your clit. As you felt your walls tighten around the object, you felt pressure from the headgear as it tightened around your head, and the timer started to tick.

Tick…

The adrenaline hit you like a pile of bricks; it made your heart race, your breathing became more panicked, and your hands started to shake, which all made your pussy throb. This terrifying situation was so hot for you. Knowing that, even if it really wasn't life or death, your life was at stake for you to cum or not. Your whorish self would be the thing that could save you.

Tick…

Mark teased your clit with two fingers, making circular motions and slipping two fingers inside you with his other hand. Your hips lifted from the seat as you were getting overstimulated by his touch, whimpering with the metal piece muffling your mouth.

Tick…

Bo groaned and removed his cock from your hand, stroking it with his fist. "You like being tested for being a little fucking slut?" He asked harshly, rubbing the tip of his cock against the soft area around your nipple and muttering more obscenities toward you.

You let out a string of whimpered moans, keeping your hands at your sides to not risk angering either of them. As Mark kept fingering you, you felt your orgasm near once more. Throwing your head, you let the pleasure build up more and more to achieve your freedom. Until Mark slowed down his movements, making you practically scream underneath the headgear in desperation.

As the generous man that he is, he resumed his quick pace, fingering you and rubbing your clit. Bo beat his cock into his fist, aiming at your breasts. Your moans increased as your peak raced against the fast ticking, and you felt your thigh muscles tense as your orgasm washed over you. The ticking from the timer immediately stopped, and the pressure from the headgear loosened back up.

Mark continued pumping his thick fingers into you through it, quietly praising you. Bo let out a low groan as he released spurts of cum onto your breasts and chest, decorating your torso in pearls. As your body calmed down, Mark withdrew his fingers from you and smeared his wet-coated fingers on your inner thigh.

You weakly lifted your hands to remove the trap from your head, only for both men to grab your wrists. This was far from over.

(I might write full on sex for a next part, depends on how this one goes 🩷)

#slashers #slasher fandom #horror fandom #smut #House of wax #house of wax 2005 #Bo Sinclair #Saw #Saw franchise #Mark Hoffman #Detective Hoffman #Bo Sinclair x reader #Mark Hoffman x reader

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grandlinedreams · 11 months

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Hii!!

Could you maybe write about Kid and how everyone thinks he would be really bad at taking care of people but then reader gets sick and he takes care of them surprisingly well?? Thank you!

I think I've said this before but ough, sickfics my beloved,,,yes i absolutely can and I hope I do this justice for you!!

[Heads up!: comfort, sickfic so mention of being sick, Kid is an awkward grump but we love him]

You're sick.

That much is clear, from the fevered flush of your cheeks to the ragged cough that wracks your body ㅡ you're attempting to fight some kind of illness, and it's kicking your ass at the moment.

And truthfully, Kid doesn't know what to do. He can't yell at you to simply "get better", because that doesn't work. He's good at fighting physical enemies, not invisible ones. He has a couple hazy memories of being sick as a kid, but whatever had been used to help is beyond recall.

Kid also isn't used to feeling helpless, and it's beyond frustrating ㅡ if Heat, Wire, and Killer notice the increase in short-fused outbursts of temper, they wisely say nothing.

And despite knowing it's unwise to be around someone who's sick, Kid finds himself checking in on you frequently, even though he grumbles an excuse of, "Don't need you dying on my ship and creating more trouble."

"Sorry," you manage between breathy wheezes, "for getting sick."

If you were truly sorry, you wouldn't be sick in the first place and making Kid do something as lousy as worry the way he is. But he bites back the scathing comments and sharp sarcasm, tries for a gentler approach.

"Just get better," he says gruffly, leaning back in his chair. When you wake next to a cold cloth on your forehead and a glass of water nearby, Kid is conspicuously missing.

He's not the doting type nor is he particularly sentimental, but he does care and he's trying ㅡ especially because you don't seem to be getting any better.

There's the brief thought that you're dying, but Kid dismisses it quickly. There's absolutely no way you're going to let something as insignificant as this take you out. That's dumb.

But it's also clear you need actual medical attention, so when they reach the next port, Kid takes you into the nearest town in search of a doctor.

You're so tiny compared to him, made even frailer for how weak you are at the moment, and it stirs something in Kid that he isn't sure how to handle. He cares, of course, you're part of his crew ㅡ and if there's more to it, he'll deal with it later.

Luckily a doctor diagnoses you quickly, sends the two of you on your way with a brown paper bag of medicine and instructions on how to make sure it helps.

It's funny to see Kid so focused on getting the dosage right, eyes narrowed in concentration and lips pulled in a scowl that deepens when you eye the glass with disgust.

"That looks horrible," you protest, the cloudy water making your stomach roll the way it has for the last few days.

"You'll take the damn medicine," Kid snaps, "and stop complaining! This shit was expensive, damn it!" (He paid for it. Granted it was with questionably obtained beri, but he did pay for it.)

You have it in you to scowl before you take the glass, swallowing hard before you down it. It's vile, wretched stuff that threatens to come back up ㅡ but you manage to keep it down.

It takes a few days, but you do get better. The fever goes down, color returns to your face ㅡ and though the cough lingers, it's far less intense than it was.

Kid won't say it outright, but he's relieved when you finally feel good enough to get out of bed and resume your usual duties. And if he's a little softer, a little gentler around you, he makes it clear you're not to speak a word about it to the others.

(As if you need to. They knew way before he did, and still have a betting pool on how long it'll be before he actually tells you how he feels.)

#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader #one piece scenario #eustass kid x reader #kid x reader #ㅡanswered.#anonymous

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sanjisboyfie · 11 months

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๑ keep safe : mr. prince and mr. executioner (17)

one piece x male reader

you know you should,

so i guess you might as well

what's the story, morning glory?

well?

need a little time to wake up, wake up

『 prev 』

last night, while [name] was digging, he had a lot of quiet time to think and reconsider where their journey was heading. they had assumed that the rebel army was in yuba, but now that they had found out it was really in katorea…everything seemed like a waste of time.

he didn’t want to be pessimistic especially with the state vivi was in, so instead he became an optimist. scratch trying to talk the rebel army out of their plans, he thought that they instead should just go straight to crocodile.

he was the root of the problem and if they were to expose everything while beating his ass up, then it’d be a win-win situation.

he was going to voice his ideas to vivi in a gentle manner and it seemed his captain had the same thoughts. but obviously, very different execution.

luffy had just nailed vivi right in the cheek with a strong punch and [name] had to physically restrain sanji from jumping their captain.

“wait, sanji, i know it’s difficult but wait,” [name] said in a light tone, making sure to keep the man still in place.

“you don’t know shit! oi, luffy, that’s taking it too far!!”

[name] continued to restrain the chef and only stopped when vivi began to shed tears to the point of sobbing. luffy spoke his mind on how to go about the situation and the princess finally understood what he was talking about.

she agreed with luffy’s solution, voice shaking as she did so. [name] walked over, grabbing ahold of her face and observing the cheek that luffy had struck.

“it’s alright, [na-”

“shut up,” he said gruffly, looking at her in confusion, “stop being so selfless, it’s gonna be the death of you one day,”

she chuckled, shutting her mouth in obedience and allowing [name] to examine her injured cheek. there wasn’t much he could do for it, since the damage was already done, so he just stood up and ruffled her hair.

”look at you, the fight hasn’t even started and you’re already getting yourself all bruised up,” he teased, watching as she had flushed in embarassment. he gently helped her to hop back onto the camel, looking up at her with a smile on his face. “i know luffy was the one that did all the yelling. but don’t underestimate me either, princess. i’m gonna kill crocodile,” he said simply, unintentionally making vivi’s eyes tear up once more.

she turned her head to the side, to hide the rush of salty tears from [name], “thank you, [name], for always looking out for me,”

“well, like luffy said, we’re friends,” he said gently, “of course i'll care about you.”

vivi looked at [name] for a second, smiling gently when she saw the relaxed look on his face. as if he wasn’t even worried about the upcoming fight. his hands were resting behind his head as he walked, a tight lipped smile on his face.

usually, over confidence in strength made vivi cringe in distaste, but it seemed fitting for [name] to exude such pride. and she had no chance, yet, to see him at his full potential, but for some reason, she already believed he would win whatever battle came his way. him and luffy were truly remarkable.

the rest of the crew walked through the sand, luffy and usopp whining the whole journey.

“hey, [name]!! don’t think i haven’t caught sight of that water jug you have!! share some, asshole!” usopp shouted, jumping at the jug of water that [name] had resting on his hip. the addressed man easily dodged usopp’s attempts, shaking his head.

“i need this more than you,”

“heartless! what a heartless crewmember! i, a weak and dehydrated man, is begging for but a sip of water, and you!! you scoundrel are not even taking an ounce of pity on me-”

“shut up, i’m getting a headache!”

“at least let me finish my complains, scumbag! give me the water already!”

“no, fuck off!!” [name] said, pinching the tip of usopp’s nose and then smacking his face away. "we don't know when we're gonna get water next and i really need this!" his fingers around the man's nose was still tight.

“now you’ve done it!!” usopp said, charging at [name] in hopes of landing a punch. but one of [name]’s hands raised to catch his head and held him in place, making him simply run in the sand with his arms waving back and forth.

“heh, your head is the size of a ball, usopp, it fits in my hands perfectly,” [name] said, sighing dreamily after, “does this mean it’s fate for you and me?”

“fate for me to kick your ass, asshole!” usopp said, still running in place and waving his arms around like a madman as he threatened [name]. seeing as he was going nowhere, [name] took it upon himself to throw him aside and continue walking ahead.

“come back here!!!”

“you two stop fighting already,” sanji said in a lazy drawl, very much not caring about their fight at all. “[name] give some of your water to usopp,”

“no.”

“sorry, usopp, i tried my hardest,” sanji said to the sniper, who began yelling about how he didn’t even put up a fight for his need for water.

[name] ignored the insistent shouts of usopp, returning back to his unbothered walking. he did end up carrying usopp the last couple of miles, out of pity for his exhaustion. and when he saw the city of rainbase, he felt nothing but relief.

“water! water! water!” luffy shouted, rushing forward and going to find as much water as he could.

“luffy! wait!”

“don’t forget to bring water back for everyone else too!!” [name] shouted, looking at the duo that were running away from them. “let’s just find some shade to rest under, everyone,”

the group followed, lazing around in the town and relaxing for as long as they could. [name] and zoro went to taunting lashes, laughing as they saw him trying to bite them due to their teasing.

“watch, he’s so stupid he’s gonna try biting the stick again,” zoro joked, nudging [name] with his elbow to make sure he was paying attention.

“idiot,” [name] laughed, poking the side of lashes’ face and smiling even wider when he saw the camel pathetically try to bite his finger off. “you deserve all this bullying for the journey you put us through, and your favoritism to nami and vivi, bastard,”

the camel seemed unbothered by [name]’s complaints, instead trying to bite zoro and [name] even more.

out of nowhere, there was a sudden rumbling coming towards them. [name] sat himself up on his elbows, eyes almost popping out of his head as he saw that luffy was leading a swarm of marines towards them.

“of course he’s leading them to us!!” they all shouted in unison.

[name] quickly got up, cursing under his breath as he started running off from the marines.

“everyone, run!!!” luffy shouted, although it was a given.

the longer they stayed running through the streets, though, the more attention they were grabbing. and the ever present threat of baroque workers being all around them made itself known.

“shit, we need to split up, now!” [name] shouted, pushing through the crowd and looking to the crew that was behind him. “let’s all just meet at rainbase!”

“yeah, everyone split up!” luffy shouted in agreement, running forward and pointing at the crocodile casino, “if crocodiles there, make sure you get to that place so we can beat him up!!”

without responding, the crew all separated. [name] ran alongside sanji, nami, and usopp.

“nami, we struck gold, we have both sanji and [name] here! nothing is gonna happen to us!” the duo cheered in happiness, making [name] look behind him and grinning. the smile on his lips seemed to fuel the duo’s fantasy (of not having to fight anyone strong) and they continued clapping their hands together.

“make sure you keep up,” [name] smirked, making nami and usopp realize they were lacking behind and were closest to the marines that were hot on their tail.

their run through the town was cut short when they realized they were cut off by the navy. [name] grabbed usopp and nami by their collars and pulled them forward to make sure they narrowly escaped the swords swinging down on them, courtesy of the marines.

[name] grit his teeth, kicking the marine right in the stomach and ducking when another one tried cutting his head off. nami and usopp were now being throttled back and forth as they were still being held by [name], who was working hard in dodging the attacks.

“usopp, take nami and run! if you so much as let a hair on her head get hurt, i’ll kill you!” sanji shouted, kicking down his own opponents. “me and [name] will meet you later! go!”

[name] tightened his hold on the two, bringing them close to his face, “usopp, hug nami,”

the two flinched at the order, but the man soon complied and did as told, “perfect!” and with that, [name] roughly threw the both of them over the sea of marines. before any of them could try and get to the previously thrown strawhats, [name] opened the cannister of water on his hip.

“well, if we are in a town with all the water in the world,” his e/c eyes were shadowed from the onlooking marines, who were now coming to terms that a highly wanted pirate was their enemy. and said highly wanted pirate was relaxed and smirking as if nothing was amiss.

completely surrounded by marines and [name] and sanji were still grinning ear to ear.

“sorry, men,” [name] grinned, waving his hand. the lid of the water cannister was carelessly popped off and some drops of water were spilling out.

the marines were still for a moment, wondering what was to come before they all decided that it’d be better to get [name] dealt with now rather than standing there and waiting for something to happen. their comrades were already getting kicked around by that blonde guy, so they had to at least have some sort of victory for the marines. taking down [name] would ensure that.

too bad their bodies started dropping like dominoes the closer they got to [name]. the man was grinning ear to ear, watching as the swarm of marines dwindled down lower and lower.

and then finally it was only him and sanji left in the square.

a pool of bloodied water was accumulated on the floor, resting right behind the last man who had tried charging at [name].

[name] laughed to his heart’s content, leaning on sanji’s figure to make sure he didn’t go crashing down onto the floor.

“what’s up with you?” sanji asked, blowing out a puff of smoke as he supported [name]’s weight without question.

“sanji!! haha!! you should’ve seen their faces! they were all. “ahh,” and “waahh!””

sanji sweatdropped as he realized he was basically on baby sitting duty, seeing the funny faces [name] was pulling. he slapped the palm of his hand onto [name]’s face and scowled, “let’s just focus on joining up with the others, this is serious, [name],”

[name] pouted, “i’m serious, sanji! this is my serious face! but, i’m saying — you should’ve seen their faces!”

the blonde waved his hand, dismissing [name]’s defenses and walking ahead. [name] simply took ahold of his water jug and submerged it into a nearby water way, grinning happily when the top bubbled, signifying that it was filled to the brim.

he twisted the cap back on, letting it rest on his hip, and grinned when he saw sanji patiently waiting for him. he jogged to the blonde’s side, humming in thought, “what are we gonna do?”

just as sanji was about to speak, there was a shrill yell that broke up their conversation.

“[name]! sanji!”

when [name] turned around, he felt a sudden weight be put onto his chest. he grunted in surprise, but smiled when he saw that it was simply chopper, accompanied by crocodile tears running down his face.

“hey, chopper!”

this sent the reindeer into more hysterics, kicking in [name]’s arms about how when he went back to their original resting spot in the shade, everyone abandoned him. [name] laughed and set chopper down, making himself and sanji kneel down to be at his height. chopper also explained that while he was searching for the rest of the crew, he could not get a glimpse of any of them. plus the fact that he had lost their scent — meaning they were far away.

by using basic logic, it must have meant they were in rainbase where crocodile was waiting. sanji and [name] looked at each other in understanding, knowing that they had to play it smart. especially if their assumptions about crocodile taking the rest of the crew as hostage was true.

“this works out perfectly fine, then,” sanji said with a smile, puffing out a cloud of smoke. “we’ll need you, chopper!”

chopper blinked away his tears, nodding his head in determination — ready to be of service. sanji quickly broke down the plan, chopper would be the decoy, and him and [name] would invade the rainbase.

[name] was going to put himself as the decoy, but sanji declined saying that chopper’s transformations would prove to be useful in both being the decoy and running away from crocodile unsuspected.

besides [name] was too well known to be used in any stealthy sense.

so sanji discarded his robes, giving them to chopper, and the three seperated once more.

“you can do it, chopper, we believe in you,” [name] shouted, waving his arm back and forth as him and sanji were running off.

immediately their plan was set into motion, sanji got his hands on a den-den mushi (via a baroque works lackey they had beaten up) and rang up crocodile.

with a smirk on his lips, [name] eagerly waiting for the transponder snail to be picked up. their adrenaline was coursing through their veins.

and finally after a couple of seconds waiting, the line on the other end was picked up. “hello? hello? is this thing working?” sanji’s spoke into the mic, grinning devilishly.

“yes, i can hear you,” a sultry voice on the other end replied. “you’re millions, right?”

“hey, is this getting through, i ain’t ever used one of these baby den-den mushis before,” sanji complained, making [name] cover his mouth to hold back his laughter.

if the situation wasn’t so dire and urgent, he would have pointed out how they looked like two kids prank calling an elderly woman. with how [name] was giggling behind his hand and the unyielding smirk on sanji’s lips.

“just spit it out, what’s happened?” a familiar voice spoke, mr. 0, on the other end now.

“ah, now i’ve heard that voice before. hey, thanks for calling, the shitty restaurant.”

“the shitty restaurant, huh?”

“wow, it sounds like you remember, i’m flattered,” sanji said, “this time i’m with my partner here and we’re excited to get the chance to talk to you again,”

“so there’s more than one of you? who the hell are you two?” crocodile asked in a pissed off voice and [name] would have paid any amount of money to see what face he would have been making, too.

“us? i’m mr. prince,” sanji lifted the mic up for [name], the man leaning over sanji’s shoulder with a proud grin as he shouted, “i’m mr. executioner, i’m gonna kill you-”

sanji smacked him on the head at his loud, outlandish threat and effectively made [name] shut up.

“i see, mr. prince, mr. executioner,” crocodile’s lazy voice drawled, “where are you now?”

“in front of the rainbase!” [name] shouted happily, cracking his knuckles, “come out so i can beat your ass! where’s the rest of the crew?!”

inside of the cage in the “basement,” usopp, nami, and luffy cried from inside the cage, “prince-san!!! executioner-sama! save us! we don’t have much time left!”

sanji had his hand clamped over [name]’s mouth, who was going to go off yelling at crocodile for capturing the crew, and instead sanji did the rest of the talking, “well i guess i’ll head over-”

[name] took it as his cuse, and just as planned, suddenly fired off a gun, twice. it created loud bangs that were definitely heard through the den-den mushi. [name] stiffled his laughter and cleared his throat before speaking, in an altered voice. he made his voice sound higher than it actually was and was trying his hardest to not break out laughing in the middle of his sentences.

he somehow convinced crocodile that the gunshots meant the elimination of mr. prince and mr. executioner.

“where are you?”

“we’re in the rainbase, at the entrance of the rain diner’s casino,” [name] answered in his high pitch voice.

sanji covered his mouth to hide his own laughter, creating fake sounds of pain to be heard on the other side of the den-den mushi.

and that was all the work the duo had to do. they could hear chopper wreaking havoc at the actual location they said, but now all they had to do was wait for crocodile to come out of the casino.

“see we didn’t need some stupid guy to help us, i did a great job with my fake voice,” [name] said, kicking the face in of one of the millions that sanji had captured. originally, they were going to use an actual subordinate of crocodile’s to convey the message, but [name] scratched that idea saying he could handle it.

and sanji was now clutching his stomach from the endless laughter he was creating. [name]’s high pitched voice was definitely something worth hearing in person, it was absolutely hilarious. what was even funnier, what really had sanji going, was the fact crocodile actually believed them.

“that dumbass! hahaha!” [name] laughed, banging the wall they were leaning on.

their short burst of relaxation and entertainment was broken up, though, when they heard chopper shouting about how he was mr. prince, how his accomplice mr. executioner was waiting for crocodile to come out to beat up. as he was shouting his head off, he was easily wiping out the entire crowd of millions that were charging at him.

when sanji and [name] finally caught sight of crocodile leaving, they calmly walked up the steps of the facility. [name] waved his hands upwards, causing a surge of water to completely destroy the bridge they had just walked over.

it would prevent anyone from being able to come back into the casino. or at least, stall them. pieces of debris were floating around the water, making [name] grin in satisfaction to see his method worked perfectly fine.

and when they entered the lavish casino, the first words that [name] said were, “gambling time!” and very obvious stars in his eyes as he saw the amount of games there were in the casino. sanji smacked him on the back of his head, muttering about how stupid [name] was.

“we need to keep an eye out, for anything that could point us in the direction of the rest of the crew,”

“but vivi is right there.” [name] simply said with a blank look on his face, pointing at a figure that was running through the crowd. her familiar deep purple robes were what made [name] recognize her, as well as the striking blue hair that was peaking from her headpiece. “oi!! vivi!!”

at the sudden calling of her name, the princess whipped her head around. when she saw the familiar faces doning on smug looks of accomplishment, staring back at her she almost cried from joy. she ran over and wrapped her arms around [name]’s neck, making the man chuckle and return the gesture. they stayed there for a couple of moments, [name] grinning ear to ear when he felt her bury her head deep into his shoulder. he had to leaned down quite a bit to give her even easier access.

sanji was seething where he stood, almost tangible steam coming his ears.

“hurry, you need to help them!” she said, pulling away, grabbing onto [name]’s hand. she led them to where they were trapped, [name] humming in surprise to see such a huge basement greeting them.

taking in the situation, [name] realized how lucky the rest of the crew was that him and sanji arrived in time. the water had already reached their upper thighs and [name] knew that luffy with his devil fruit weakness was probably drained out of all his energy.

sanji jumped down to deal with the alligator, or bananagator, seeing as it was that main thing keeping from reaching the cage. [name] stayed above water to think of how to break them out.

“sanji!!! where’s [name]?! did [name] come with you?!” luffy’s voice broke him out of his daydreaming, “[name], help me!! help!!! save me!!”

[name] grinned, jumping down to the water, “i know, i know, stop shouting at me.”

“prince!! executioner!!” usopp and luffy shouted at the same time, swaying back and forth once they saw their crewmates.

“stop wasting time already and look for the key!!” zoro shouted over their childish yells, glaring holes into sanji and [name]. "also what the hell cheesy names are those?! seriously, have some class about it!"

"oh, don't lecture me about class, you idiot! you're the least classy person i know," [name] said, using his ability to splash water onto zoro's face.

“nami-san!! love me now?!” sanji said, jumping back and forth in the water as he searched for validation from the woman.

”yes, yes, i’m in love, now get the key and unlock this cage,” she said, swiftly dealing with the lovesick cook’s antics.

“right away!!”

“walked like a dog.” [name] said, watching as sanji was so desperate to please nami.

behind sanji and [name], the banagators seemed to be getting particularly hungry.

[name] grinned, “you guys are in my territory, don’t you know that?”

“take out the third one that just came in,” smoker’s advised from inside the cage.

[name] made a face of disgust, “a dirty dog!” pointing an accusatory finger at smoker, who was once calmly sitting in the corner of the cage. at the offensive term, though, he sprung to life and pointed his weapon at [name].

“shut the fuck up!” smoker shouted in offense, “i’ll have your head, orphan!”

“have i ever told you how impeccably stupid that name you guys gave me is? you’re gonna make me a villain cause i’m an orphan, that doesn’t seem really nice of you guys, so called pursuers of justice,” [name] said, getting distracted with lecturing smoker rather than the task at hand. he didn't have much to worry about, sanji was eager to please nami anyway, “if you’d know the truth smoker, i bet you’d deflect immediately from the navy.”

“what truth? the truth is that you terrorize marine bases and ships for fun, i’ve seen the photographs [name], don’t make me kill you!!” smoker retorted.

“hey, this is not the time to be discussing stuff like this!! we are about to die, if you haven’t noticed!” usopp shouted, getting in between the two.

but the glares that were being exchanged between the two were undeniable. it was as if there were sparks literally flying between the two.

“[name]!! direct that anger at that wax guy instead, he can make a key to get us out of here!”

at usopp’s command, [name] grabbed ahold of the man’s head and slammed it into the water, “i’ll drown you if you don’t make a new key, asshole!”

“why am i suffer-” [name] dunked his head in the water before he could finish, “you’re supposed to be mad-” [name] dunked his head in once more, “i’ll do it!!!”

and sanji kicked mr. 3 towards the cage, where the man obediently made another key. instantly, the second the door swung open, [name] came bounding inside and punched the marine in the stomach.

“dogs are supposed to be obedient aren’t they?!” [name] shouted, going in for another hit if it weren’t for zoro holding him back.

“we have to go, come on!!”

the walls started to crack underneath the pressure of the water and [name] thought fast to grab nami, usopp, and vivi first. luffy was in the hands of zoro or sanji, [name] trusted that fact. so he didn’t look back once when he took the three into his arms and swam upwards.

he reached the surface the fastest among the crew, the water underneath his kicking feet propelling him forward to support him. he easily threw all of them onto the walkway that was beside the water, coughing out some water he had accidentally swallowed.

soon, sanji with luffy broke the surface and then zoro and smoker were the last. [name] glared at the marine, going over to kick him back into the seawater, but was stopped when zoro held his arm out in front of [name]’s advances.

“luffy said to save him, we can’t throw him back in,” seeing that [name] seemed pretty dead set on kicking smoker back in the water to drown, zoro spoke again, “your captain gave an order,” zoro reworded the phrase, not budging from where he stood, “i don’t like it either, but if luffy said so…”

[name] sighed, taking in several deep breaths before walking over to smoker and kicking him in the face, “fucker,” was all he said, collecting himself as he walked back over to the original trio he pulled out of the water.

“are you guys alright?”

“fine,” nami said quickly, wringing her clothes of water. “thanks for getting us out of there, [name],” the man only shook his head, pinching the tip of usopp’s nose to wake him up.

“no big deal,” he simply commented, watching as usopp slowly came back to life at the torment [name] was giving him.

“why are you always playing with my nose?!”

“ah, good morning, usopp,” [name] casually greeted, making the sniper almost bite his finger off in annoyance.

[name] did his best in ignoring the marine that was still with their group, turning a blind eye to his presence. luffy and smoker exchanged some words, but [name] was tuning them all out.

he did notice that smoker was letting them off the hook, though, so he spared the marine a grateful look.

“get in our way and i’ll kill you,” [name] spoke with a firm tone.

“likewise,” smoker said in annoyance.

“you’re not entirely unlikeable, huh?!” luffy said with a bright smile on his face, a stark conrast to the glares set on the marine and [name]'s faces.

a blush cascaded on smoker’s face, so he slammed his weapon down where luffy once stood and shouted at them to run for it already.

[name]’s face remained stoic, grabbing ahold of zoro’s robes and dragging him along, running from the incoming barrage of marines.

“i can run on my own!” zoro shouted, trying to shake off [name]’s hold.

“i don’t trust you,” [name] simply said, making zoro only fight even more. “seriously, zoro prove to me which way is left and right and then i’ll let you go,”

zoro went dead silent, no longer fighting the hold [name] had on his collar. he simply let himself be dragged off.

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honey-milk-depresso · 8 months

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Hi can you do where reader is held captive by batman and jason is frantically searching for reader and was found and is rescued from batman.

This batman is a bit selfish 😒.Can you make it angst pls but they get a good ending.

Sorry if this is to much to ask 😅.hope you have a great day or night 👍.

Like an imposter Batman?? I wasn’t quite sure what to make out of this so I hope you don’t mind an imposter Batman holding the reader captive. 😭

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┏ ⋙A Desperate Rescue- Red Hood x Reader┛

***Warning: Kidnapping, Cussing, Violence but written vaguely, Gun shots cuz Jason, Angst (?) with a good ending, idk wtf I’m doing-

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You didn’t quite know what to expect when the Batman appeared. Jason had told you before: it was the rich, billionaire CEO Bruce Wayne under that mask and so happened to be his father (in a sense).

…Until he gave you that unsettling grin when you followed him to the alleyway where you realised this wasn’t Batman.

“H-Hey! Let me go!” You yelled, trying your best to scream and shout for someone to help you but “Batman” place his hand over your mouth to silence you as you flailed and kick your arms to break free but to no avail.

Your only last hope was clicking onto that Batsignal Jason gave you in that back pocket of your jeans before “Batman” knocked you out as everything went to black.

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What the hell? What the fuck?

Jason was running through the dark corridors of this maze of a room, feet hurrying down each path only to a dead end before he had to retrace he ran in a different path. It was dizzying, tiring and confusing, especially since he didn’t even know which way was which.

All the Batsignal told him was that you’re stuck in some abandoned warehouse you’re in trouble. He didn’t think it’ll be this hard to find you.

Jason was panicking: heartbeat skyrocketing, palms sweaty, forehead perspiring with a thin layer of cold sweat as his knees felt weak even if he was running as fast as he can. Anything can happen to you if he doesn’t reach wherever you are on time. You could be killed, taken away to some unknown place or even… Jason doesn’t want to think about it other than he needs to find you.

Desperately.

The multiple doors that led to no where made him cuss every time as Jason was frantically searching for you all over the place. Finally, he heard it.

“Let me go—!”

The faint muffle from a door made him instantly knew you were there. He didn’t hesitate to kick down the door to come face to face with the masked crusader, but he knew better that this isn’t Batman. The whited eyes of his red helmet narrowed, the irises hidden behind shortened to slits as he grew furious at this imposter of Batman smirking at him.

Without saying a word, he kicked his hands away from your tied up body, ripping the ropes that bind your hands swiftly yet carefully as to not hurt you. He placed his jacket over your head and told you gruffly:

“I need you to cover your eyes and ears for me, okay sweetheart?”

You complied, squeezing your eyes shut and covering your ears as you heard the faint sounds of fists punching and gun shots, the ground very subtly shaking. Or maybe that’s you shaking, you weren’t quite sure anymore.

Slowly, a hand touched your head and you quickly turned around but calmed down when you saw it was Jason who had taken his helmet off to look at you with soft, emerald green eyes, black tuff of hair with the white strands from his bangs sweaty and slightly sticking to his skin that you still found charming.

“Did he hurt you?” He asked softly, gently placing his two hands on either side of your shoulders as he assessed for any injuries, eyes mostly trailing back to your face.

You smiled softly, shaking your head. “No… I’m okay.”

Jason sighed with relief, wrapping his arms around you close.

He’s not gonna let you go anytime soon.

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#jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood #red hood x reader #batfam #batfam x reader #oneshot #dc comics #dc universe #dc comics x reader #dc #dc x reader #dc jason todd #dc red hood #x reader #angst #fluff #self insert #idk what I’m doing-

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xtrafluffyteddy · 9 months

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Secret weapon

Platonic!141 x avatar kaiju!reader

Okay okay so I got inspired by watching Godzilla and avatar so imagine the reader is an avatar driver but their avatar is a kaiju that 141 only uses when their big threats like monsters

Callsign: Spiritfarer

The last thing the 141 expected was another word ending threat to resurface especially not in the form of giant mutant bug like creatures. It had been years decades even since something of that magnitude had made itself known again, but the radiation spikes don’t lie neither does the seismic activities that are spiking on every military radar

“Boys you know what we have to do” price said urgently during their briefing as he pushed classified files towards each of his men “wake them up? Are you sure that’s safe captain” gaz asked concern in evident in his voice as he read over the files “we’ve kept them asleep for so long what if they don’t wanna work on our side” Ghost warns as he tries to find the logic in waking you up again after you just barely won the battle last time “are yae sure tae can handle it captain” soap wonders as he stares at a Polaroid of your face taken moments after you defeated Cerberus

At the end of the day it didn’t matter what they thought, they had to wake you up so you could save the world again being the only successful kaiju avatar driver you were their only shot. “Wake em’” Price commands gruffly as they all stand around your metal box only the rhythmic beeping of your heart monitor filling the room.

With a gasp you wake up staring around in shock wondering why you’ve been awoken from your cryosleep “wha- what happened?” You question raspily throat dry and itchy from lack of use “we need ya Spiritfarer” soap sighs not knowing how you’ll react to the current situation “for what? What’s happening” you press as you stand up stretching out your aching muscles “Two unknown bug like kaiju have been spotted in Asia, type unknown but they are capable of knocking out the power they’ve already made land fall we’ve tried every other measure but your our only hope left” Ghost sighs as he hands you your uniform.

As they get the pod ready the boys catch you up on what you’ve missed, who’s with them and who’s not and recent missions they’ve been on “it’s time” Price grunts as he and ghost help you stand up escorting you to your pod soap and gaz following close behind “remember spiritfarer minimal damage minimal casualties fight as hard as you can and we will try our best to help you” all you can do is nod as you focus on the task at hand “copy captain”

With a hug from soap and a pat on the back from Ghost and Price they hook you into your machine making sure everything is online and ready to go “patch me in boys” with that your eyes slip closed as you slip under your conscious slipping into your kaiju.

Price and ghost watched the cams as your kaiju emerged from the mountains forgetting just how big you actually were “fucking Christ” soap murmurs as he watches “they are huge” gaz mumbles staring in awe at your giant form that almost seemed to pulse with an electrical energy “go get ‘em spirit” price commands as your kaiju takes off running towards the threats

They were worthy advisories as you continued tirelessly to fight against them taking hit after hit and ignoring the pain of their sharp beaks tearing at your skin. “COME ON SPIRIT” Price yells as he watches you fight valiantly against the creatures “KICK SOME ASS” soap shouts as you swing hard sending the other kaiju flying into the side of a building with a roar you grasp the monsters jaws ripping them open and tearing it in half only leaving one enemy left “keep fighting Spiritfarer” ghost grunts as he watches your body twitch in its machine.

People watched on in horror as the two titans clashed and ripped at each other destroying buildings and homes “come on come on come on” gaz whispers as he watches you get knocked down your body running out of energy to keep fighting “we gotta help em” soap gasps as he rushes to get into a helo “I’m gonna drop some bombs distract the thing give spirit enough time to recoop and finish this once and for all

With the help of soaps bombs and gunshots the bug creature turned towards him ready to take him down until it was caught off guard by you latching onto its neck sinking your sharp teeth in as deep as they could go ripping it out as your claws sunk into its soft underbelly. “LETS FOCKIN GO” Soap cheers as he flies back to base leaving you to finish it off. With a deep breath you start lighting up purple prying open the monsters mouth spitting pure energy into its throat causing it disintegrate in your claws. You had won the threats were eliminated and you could finally rest again.

Once your kaiju was safely back in its containment you were woken up by price and soap lifting you from your pod hugging you tightly and congratulating you on your victory. “You did well kid” Ghost smirks under his mask patting your back. “I’m ready to go back to sleep now boys” you mumble tiredly as they helped lay you back in your cryochamber “wake me up when y’all wanna have a drink or somethin yeah?” With that the boys put you back to sleep proud of you for saving the world once again and deciding they’d wake up again but next time just to hang out and show you the world again.

#ghost #ghost x reader #cod mwii #ghost mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #soap x reader #cod modern warfare #john mactavish #captain price #john price #price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader

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The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 51

‘I did it because having you alive and hating me, is better than not having you alive at all.’

Claire’s heart broke at hearing Chris’ words. Judging by the look on Loki’s face, she had a feeling that his heart did too…

Loki said nothing at first, his mouth was open in shock at Chris’ admission.

‘You… you knew I didn’t want to be turned.’ Loki said gruffly.

‘You were dying in my arms, Loki. I loved you, so much. More than anyone else. When I first held you as a baby, I knew I’d do anything for my little brother. I was not about to just let you die.’ Chris yelled at Loki and turned away, his back to them.

Loki looked down, Claire saw the pained expression on his face.

‘If you just stopped killing innocent people, like dad did. You terrified me that day.’ Loki said quietly.

Chris turned around. ‘It’s not that easy. I’m addicted to the feeling I get when my victims are scared, the rush of power and the taste of their blood, it’s fresher and rich, I can’t help it. You’ve never been able to accept it, but I don’t care.’ Chris growled low.

Loki pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. ‘I get it, Claire’s blood is the most delicious thing in the world, but I can control myself. I can stop without killing her. You could too, you don’t need to kill them after!’

‘I don’t care about them. Their lives are just fleeting in comparison to us, it will happen sooner or later. Whether I’m here or not. Vampires will overtake.’

‘Would you say that if your soulmate turns out to be human?’ Claire asked.

Chris glared at her. ‘I don’t have a soulmate.’

‘You do, somewhere.’ Loki said. 'Every vampire has a soulmate.'

‘I’ve been to every single town and city in the world, spent weeks at each place, searched in clubs, bars, restaurants, everywhere. A soulmate for me doesn’t exist.’ Chris snarled, though his voice broke a little near the end.

‘Tell Loki what you told me about your job.’ Claire said softly.

Chris clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at Claire, then he looked at Loki with a sigh. He put his hands on his hips.

‘Fine. You want the truth? Look, I’m sorry for kidnapping Claire. For trying to hurt you. I was jealous when Claire first came along, that your soulmate literally just walked right into your life when I’ve spent centuries searching for mine. Then when dad told us about the school board wanting you to have my job, I snapped. I love that job, I love my students, vampires and humans. Seeing them thrive and grow, getting excited for being accepted into Universities or Colleges that they applied for, getting jobs that they’ve dreamed of. Helping the young vampires work their way through their first few years where their instincts are at their strongest. The thought of it all being taken away… especially by you, just made me see red. You’ve got everything I want, but you wouldn’t have if I didn’t turn you. Being a vampire isn’t so bad, is it? Better than being dead, surely? Yet you’ve never forgiven me for making that decision, to save my little brother in the only way possible.’

It was then Loki’s turn to get emotional. Claire saw the realisation wash over Loki’s face, his eyes began to water as he stepped backwards until he was leant against the table for support.

‘I… I didn’t realise you’d been searching for your soulmate. I also didn’t realise how much it affected you when I was hit by the car… I’ve been a fool… You’re not wrong, being a vampire is better than death. I just… I just didn’t see it at the time and was so angry and scared at the same time, it clouded my judgement. I’m… sorry, for not being thankful that you saved me. For not ever listening or giving you a chance.

I looked up to you so much, Chris. As my big brother. You were always there for me, looking out for me. When I was told about you and dad being vampires, I was crushed. Though I did come round to the idea, when dad explained about the blood bank… but then I learned that you didn’t agree with it. I was scared of you, the way you just drank from humans and killed them without care. That was a side to you I had never seen, didn’t want to see. I didn’t want to become like that, so when you turned me, I was terrified about doing the same. I've got your blood literally running through my veins, not just as brothers.'

Chris eyes widened a little at Loki’s words, his stance softened and he wasn’t quite as guarded anymore. ‘Scaring you was the last thing I wanted to do, I never wanted you to see me like that… I didn’t even want to tell you about us being vampires but dad was insistent about telling you the truth. That’s why my relationship with him dwindled even more, he just went ahead and told you anyway. I was scared of it causing a rift between us, and rightfully so. That’s exactly what happened.’

‘I would have found out sooner or later. I was beginning to wonder why you and dad never aged.’ Loki sighed and paused for a second. ‘I don’t want to take your job. You didn’t listen to me when dad told us. You are good at it, I know that. I was all for telling the board I didn’t want it and that you should remain the head teacher, until you went nuts and tried to kill me. That’s the first time I’ve genuinely thought you were actually attempting to murder me.’

Chris looked down. ‘I know. I’m ashamed to admit that I think I was, I just saw blind rage. I can’t excuse it.’ He shrugged and looked back up at Loki. ‘I can’t change who or what I am. But part of who I am, still cares and loves his little brother. Always has done. Always will. Even it that means being hated, at least you’re alive.’

Loki and Chris stared at one another for what felt like the longest time. Then, eventually, Loki stood up straight and walked towards him, Chris wasn’t sure what he was about to do at first. Though Loki opened his arms and hugged him tightly. Chris was frozen on the spot for a minute, his brain took some time to process what was going on.

Though the moment Chris put his arms around Loki in return, both of them instantly felt a relief of sorts, the love and bond they once had when Loki was younger came flooding back. All the good times and memories.

When they let go from the longest hug, they both had watery eyes. Though as they both took a step backwards, Claire was sat on the chair at the side, in floods of tears at the scene. They both turned their heads to look at her and chuckled.

‘You guys… That was… so beautiful.’ She sobbed and pulled her cloak round to wipe her eyes.

Chris rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. ‘Well… I’m away to go back to the hunt before it’s all over. I’m sorry, Claire. For kidnapping you and scaring you.’

Claire stood and walked over to Loki, still wiping her eyes. ‘I… I understand why you did. Though not to say it wasn’t scary at the start, but I’m glad that something good has come out of it in the end.’

Loki nodded in agreement, he put his arm around Claire tightly and kissed the top of her head.

‘Though if you ever hurt or kidnap her again, brother or not, I’ll beat the shit out of you.’ Loki growled at Chris.

Chris smirked and as he walked by, he patted Loki on the shoulder. ‘Sure you will, lil bro.’

Loki felt a strange sensation in his heart. It had been a long time since Chris called him that, he used to always use that nickname for him. It made him smile a little as Chris headed out the door and took off.

Claire wrapped her arms around Loki’s waist and hugged him tightly. Loki pressed his face into her hair and he breathed in deeply.

‘Let’s get you home.’ He hummed and squeezed her tightly.

#tom hiddleston #loki #loki x ofc #loki fic #the redbridge hunts #chris motionless #vampire loki

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The Skywalker Invasion

The Arrival

Got this on all the popular websites, check me out there!

Palpatine believes he will win when he gathers a grand army of various Sith, though unbeknownst to him, the Force gathers an army of their own. The descendants of Anakin Skywalker travel through time to aid the patriarch of the powerful clan. Through family chaos, will the Force ever be balanced?

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CHAPTER 1

Aayla Secura

“General Secura! There are more battle droids southwest from here!” Commander Bly found his way to his general’s side. Aayla blocked a blaster bolt that was aimed at his head.

“Thank you, General.”

“No need to thank me, Commander, just be sure to keep up,” she teased slightly.

The 327th yelled, blasting their way through the battle droids. Many clones fell, but that didn’t stop them. Force jumping over an Octuptarra droid, Aayla sliced off the legs and cut the body in half.

She whipped her head around gauging the battlefield, she will need backup, and she needs it fast.

I could always use another Jedi to help, she thought wryly.

Activating her commlink, she sent a message to her commander, “we need backup, contact the Jedi Temple for assistan–” Aayla dodged a missile that was headed for her. It blew up, sending her flying a few hundred feet from her original spot.

She picked herself up when a powerful tremor through the Force knocked her off balance. She knew that such raw power could be felt from all over the galaxy. The only time she felt power like this is when Anakin Skywalker tended to unleash a powerful Force ability.

“–neral, General! Come in, Aayla!”

Groaning, the blue Twi’lek held her head, trying to stop the oncoming headache.

“I’m here, Commander, just getting myself into trouble is all,” she blinked rapidly.

“Hopefully not too much trouble, we need you here, there…has been an anomaly, someone just appeared out of nowhere.”

“Of course, I will be there shortly, Secura out,” using the Force, she ran towards the Republic base.

Clone troopers saluted the minute she arrived. Nodding in acknowledgement, she headed to the comm room where she saw Commander Bly, a few clones, and an unknown blonde man wearing a lightsaber clipped to his belt.

“General Secura,” Bly and the other clones said respectively. The mysterious man looked at her, his brown eyes scanning her from head to toe.

“These…troopers tell me you’re the general?” He asked gruffly. Aayla nodded.

“And you are?”

“Cade, Cade Skywalker.”

Aayla and Bly shared a look of unadulterated surprise.

“I’m sorry, but did you say Skywalker?”

The man sighed, “yes, Skywalker, I know what you’re thinking and I do mean the legendary name Skywalker.”

“I must admit, Cade…there has only been one Skywalker and we would’ve known if there was another, especially with your abilities.”

Cade narrowed his eyes, “there are plenty of Skywalkers roaming the galaxy, and if not by name then by blood. What I want to know, General, is why there are clones fighting a sithload of battle droids!”

Bly coughed in his hand, “you mean you don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“We’re in the Clone Wars, Cade,” Aayla said, watching his face lose color.

“W-what.”

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Adi Gallia

Just having won the battle, many clones headed to the aircraft where they will be transported back to the base.

Crossing her arms in concentration, Adi tried to find the source of the Force tremor that happened moments ago, when a cry of shock from her troopers caused her to open her eyes. She brought out her lightsaber, but did not ignite it.

A woman fell through a blueish portal above the base. Adi used the Force to bring her down gently. The woman’s brown hair covered her face, but her breathing was steady.

“We need a medic!” Cried Adi.

Coming to her aid, a clone medic removed the woman’s hair from her face to check her pulse, “she is fine, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary.”

Adi searched the woman and noticed a lightsaber hanging from her belt, along with a blaster. Just as she was moving to retrieve it, the woman’s right hand grabbed hers. Recoiling in shock, Adi removed her hand, watching the brown haired woman’s eyes snap open.

“Who are you?” Came the remark.

“I am Jedi Master Adi Gallia, and you are?”

Sitting up, the woman glared at the Jedi Master, “I’m Ania Solo, and I don’t remember you being part of the Jedi Order.”

The Tholothian gave her a kind smile, “I could say the same to you, young one, I don’t remember a Solo ever being administered in the Jedi Temple.”

The clone medic gave Ania a hand, which she gladly took.

“I’m not really a Jedi, I left a long time ago, I just rebuilt a new lightsaber.”

Adi nodded in approval, “which you have done a fine job constructing, if you don’t mind why don’t we head to my base? There we can talk in a little more comfort than here.”

Ania mulled over the offer for a slight minute, “I don’t see why not.”

A Republic Cruiser flew over their heads as they were walking inside.

“You claimed you did not remember me being part of the Jedi Order when you said you left a long time ago. How do you know I wasn’t at the Temple when you left?” Adi questioned, folding her arms in front of her.

Ania’s brown eyes took in the base, watching the officers all have the same face.

“How about I do the talking here?” She suddenly said, after a moment of silence, “What’s with everyone looking the same? Are they clones?”

Master Gallia gave a sigh, “they are as a matter in fact, but since I hold the higher title, I believe you should answer.”

Ania snorted, “Of course, master, I would’ve remembered you being there, I know most of the Jedi Masters there. Either way, I was a Jedi Knight when I decided to leave, the family legacy was getting to me.”

“What legacy?” Now looking intrigued, Adi had a thoughtful look on her face.

“Why, the Skywalker legacy, even though I’m not one by name, I am a Skywalker by blood. It was either being a Jedi or being a political figure, it doesn't matter if you’re a senator or part of some royal family.”

“Skywalker!? That’s impossible.”

“Hey now, I get it, that’s why I don’t talk about my family, makes everyone go bug-eyed and star-struck,” she rolled her eyes as she said this, it was clear she didn’t want to talk about it.

“Of course, why don’t you stay here and rest? I will be back shortly for some answers.”

Ania nodded and followed a clone, muttering to herself.

The Jedi Master closed her eyes once again, if what the newcomer said was true, then Anakin Skywalker would have a lot of explaining to do.

Walking to the communication room, the door shut behind her.

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Jedi Temple

Luke Skywalker and Mara Jade knew the Force was up to no good again when they found themselves at the Jedi Temple, looking as if it hadn't been destroyed over twenty years ago.

“Well, Farmboy, what have you gotten us into this time?” her red hair swished as she took in her surroundings, Luke only shook his head.

“I feel presences I haven’t felt since…I was nineteen,” he muttered. Green eyes looked at him in sympathy.

“...I heard voices over here…”

Two pairs of eyes snapped to the door.

“We’re gonna get caught..”

“Sithspit, Skywalker, let’s go.”

They exited the room and made their way around several corridors, trying to avoid as many Jedi as they could. They made a left turn and ran into a dark-skinned bald man and a small, green troll.

Luke’s jaw went slack with surprise while Mara groaned in annoyance.

“Great, just great, here comes the interrogation.”

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Senate Rotunda

Senator Mon Mothma’s office

“The Chancellor may be on to us, we have to vote him out of here, he has been in this position way too long,” Bail exclaimed, his hand stroking his beard.

“As long as this war is going on, we can’t do anything,” Padmé said, her fingers typing quickly on her datacomputer, “we must end this war, it’s the only way.”

“If I might make a suggestion, none of us is close with Chancellor Palpatine, maybe we could get someone to give him the notion, surely–” Mon was cut off when a loud noise was heard.

Onaconda Farr was quick to walk over to the closet that was in Mon Mothma’s office.

“Be careful, Senator Farr, it could be a spy,” Mon warned.

The Rodian senator placed his hand on the button, the door opened and out tumbled a small young girl with brown hair holding a nexu.

Many senators who were present gasped.

“Who is she?”

“How did she get here?”

“Is that a nexu?”

Padmé rushed over, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of seeing a nexu again. She brushed the girl’s hair away, and noticed a striking resemblance between them.

“Who is this Padmé? She looks like you,” Bail noted with surprise. The young female senator only shrugged in response.

“I-I’m not sure, Bail, Uncle Ono, help me move her to the couch.” The two male senators complied, lifting the girl gently as possible. Just as her back hit the plush couch, her eyes snapped open.

“Who are you!? Where am I!?” she gasped out, the nexu was still unconscious so the young girl brought the beast closer to her chest.

“You’re at the Senate Rotunda, may we ask for your name?” Mon asked warmly, giving the brunette a small, comforting smile.

“M-my name is Allana Solo…and you are?” Allana blinked, watching the different beings, all dressed in extravagance and perfection, in the room.

“I am Senator Mon Mothma, this is Senator Onaconda Farr, Senator Bail Organa, and Senator Padmé Amidala,” the red headed senator listed off the names of the other senators in the room, but she noticed that young Allana eyes widened at the names Bail Organa and Padmé Amidala.

“B-But…you’re supposed to be dead. You’re all supposed to be dead!”

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Senate Rotunda

Chancellor’s office

Leia didn’t know what to do, which was surprising, but not impossible. When she opened her eyes and saw the Supreme Chancellor’s office, she became confused. This room was drenched in darkness, darkness that she hasn’t felt in a long while.

“Great. Just when I thought all this Force mambo-jumbo was all dealt with!” Han grumbled out, stretching his neck.

“Han!” Leia wrapped her arms around him.

“Woah, it’s always good to know you missed me, Princess, any idea what’s happening?”

“No, I don’t,” she shook her head, releasing him,“let’s go, we need to make a plan…hopefully we come across someone we recognize.”

“What do you mean? Are we not in our galaxy?” shouted Han, Leia covered his mouth with her hand.

“Shh! And I think we are, but…it feels different, there’s darkness here, everywhere.”

“Right…” he mumbled.

They left the room, she was grateful they weren’t seen. Walking through the corridor, Leia thanked the Force she hadn’t changed from her senatorial wear, she blended in perfectly.

We need to find a way out of here and fast, she thought, her eyes dashing around, spotting every door on this floor.

Han muttered talking about stuffy senators and confusing rooms. She elbowed him, though she didn’t allow him to see the smile that appeared on her face.

She opened a door that led to the Galactic Senate Chamber where they witnessed the room erupting in applause. Leia gasped out and covered her mouth not wanting to draw attention to herself.

“What is it?” Han asked, confused. Leia pointed to the center of the room, his face paled slightly.

There in the Chancellor’s seat was none other than Sheev Palpatine.

Her mind raced a mile a minute, what happened? How could this happen? Darth Vader killed him, Luke said so. Yet here he was, smiling as if he had never died in the first place. Smiling as the Galactic Senate continued to eat out of his palm. Smiling as he knew, he had the galaxy under his fingers.

Leia was about to run off when a bright light surrounded the room, the Force once again bursted with power. A woman, dressed in clothes fit only for royalty with a single gold band around her head, fell through and landed, quite painfully, on the chancellor’s seat.

Her groan could be heard throughout the room.

“W-where am I? Who are you?”

Chancellor Palpatine smiled a grandfatherly smile, “you’re in the Galactic Senate Chamber, my dear, and who are you?”

The woman looked confused, gazing around the room, “I am Empress Marasiah Fel, of the Fel Empire.”

Han furrowed his eyebrows, “another empire?”

A senate pod drew closer, “where is this empire located? We have never heard of it,” A dark skinned man spoke, an Alderaanian accent present.

“The galaxy is the Fel Empire,” the woman’s delicate hand went up to her head, “I am the empress of the galaxy,” her voice now set firm with authority.

Leia, who was quiet during the exchange, let out a startled gasp, along with thousands of other voices.

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Anakin Skywalker

“Come on, Snips, keep up, we have a score to settle,” the Jedi Knight laughed, slicing battle droids left and right. Said girl scowled, leaping from her spot, twirled in the air, and landed a final strike on a droideka.

“Master, you’re cheating, we said no Force powers,” Ahsoka pressed, blocking a blaster bolt five inches from her face.

“Nothing is fair in war, and besides, a little cheating is fun here and there,” Anakin smirked once again leading the way. Ahsoka groaned.

“Cheer up, kid, you might catch the general in surprise,” Rex said, appearing at her side.

“Hardly anything catches him by surprise, Rex,” she rolled her eyes.

“Retreat! Retreat!” Battle droids turned around, fleeing the battlefield. Cheers became louder as the clones chased the last of the clankers away.

The togruta padawan’s grin fell from her face as she felt a warning through the Force.

“What’s–oof!”

A boy landed on her, muttering strings of apologies.

“I’m really sorry, I don’t know how I got here,” he helped her up and bowed slightly.

Ahsoka’s cheeks were dusted a light pink, “it’s alright…” she coughed and regained her bearings, “just who are you anyway?”

“Ah,” the red headed boy scratched his neck, “I’m Ben Skywalker.”

Her eyes nearly bugged from her head, “w-what.”

“I know, son of the famous Luke Skywalker, it’s no big deal. But what’s with the…clone army?”

“Ahsoka, who’s your new friend?” Anakin came from behind her, assessing the newcomer.

“Master…meet…Ben Skywalker…”

Many clones stopped their conversation, now turning their attention to the newly revealed Skywalker. Anakin’s face was written with sheer surprise.

“Skywalker? I don’t remember any Skywalkers with red hair,” coughed Anakin, his hands on his hips.

Ben chuckled, “I got my hair from my mom, but I have the Skywalker blue eyes though, at least, that’s what my mom calls it.”

And he was right, Ben’s eyes were nearly identical to Anakin’s.

“We need to contact the Jedi Temple.”

The boy winced, “Er, I highly doubt my parents will be pleased, just tell them it was a mistake.”

“Are you not a Jedi? Why do you think we would contact your parents? ”Ahsoka looked confused, glancing at the lightsaber on his belt.

It was Ben’s turn to be confused, “my parents are on the council, my dad is the grandmaster…what’s going on?” he demanded. Anakin pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Grandmaster?” Squeaked Ahsoka.

“This just got a whole lot weirder. Snips, take him to the cafeteria in the Republic Cruiser, I need to send in a report. Rex, watch these two for me, will ya?”

The clone captain took off his helmet and saluted, “sir, yes sir.” Anakin nodded and joined a few clones in a Low Altitude Assault Transport.

“Meet me when you’re finished, Ahsoka.”

The door snapped shut and flew off.

“Your name’s Ahsoka?” Ben wondered.

“Yeah, Ahsoka Tano. That was my master, Anakin Skywalker.”

The boy laughed as the trio entered their own transport.

“What’s so funny, kid?” A clone trooper asked.

“Ahsoka said her master was Anakin Skywalker.”

She looked unimpressed, “well he is, and you just saw him, what’s so hard to believe? You two share the same name, so what’s the big idea?”

Other clones nodded in agreement.

“Oh, you misunderstood me,” Ben said, collecting himself, “The reason why I’m laughing is because if he really is Anakin Skywalker then he would be my grandfather, who died over twenty years ago.”

The silence was loud in the transport.

“He’s your WHAT!?”

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Obi-wan Kenobi

“This is disturbing,” the older man said, stroking his beard.

Three children rocked back and forth on their heels.

“Well it’s true!” The youngest boy exclaimed, “I’m Anakin Solo!”

“And you were named after who?” Obi-wan questioned. The female sighed as the older boy explained.

“Anakin is named after our grandfather, Anakin Skywalker.”

“He must be getting old, Jacen,” the girl whispered, “I think he needs those hearing specials.”

Jacen nodded, “you’re right, Jaina.”

Obi-wan’s eye twitched, if these children were claiming to be the offspring…or rather great offspring of Anakin, then they inherited the talent of poking jabs at people.

“Cody, set course to Coruscant, I have a feeling this galaxy will either be doomed or saved, depending on how one looks at it.”

Cody saluted.

“Let’s go, children, we’re heading to the Jedi Temple,” Obi-wan said. The Solo kids cheered, chatting words like “Uncle Luke…training…pranks…”

Force help him, he hopes this was nothing but a prank and Anakin did not reproduce…and that his offspring didn’t reproduce, for this galaxy will truly need help.

The clone commander smirked under his helmet, chuckling silently.

Oh, this was pure comedy.

Obi-wan commanded the ship with full authority. Left and right, men ran in all directions.

The battle may be over, but with this new anomaly, it required his full attention. Nothing can go wrong.

Anakin walked to the bridge holding multiple parts that Obi-wan’s face paled.

“Anakin, what is this!?”

The young boy gazed at the older Jedi, his face turning into a pout.

“I noticed that this was wired wrong so I decided to come here and educate whoever was in charge,” he grinned, “ this would’ve blown everyone up in pieces.”

Jacen and Jaina nodded in agreement.

“He’s right, Uncle Obi, I’m disappointed,” Jaina tsked.

Uncle Obi? A small sigh left his lips, he will demand a day’s full rest and another day full of meditation. Anakin’s great offspring is just as tiring and troublesome as he was .

What about his offspring? He buried the thought the moment it came, he refused to even think about it. The Force bursted again, Obi-wan lowered his head, this has been going on all day, whatever could it be now?

“Jacen! Jaina! No playing with lightsabers inside the ship!”

Anakin whined with disappointment when an officer took away the ship’s parts.

“You need me to fix this disaster!”

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Plo Koon

The Wolf Troopers surrounded two older men, though they held their fire.

One of the men, with white hair, lit his lightsaber, a yellow color illuminated his face, while the other man, slightly younger than the first, ignited his blue lightsaber.

Commander Wolffe raised his gun higher, his team following his lead.

“Hold your fire,” Plo Koon walked to the circle, “state your names, we are not enemies.”

Sharing a look, the men defused their lightsabers, but still held them in their palms.

“I am Bantha Rawk–”

“Oh, enough with that bantha poodoo of a name,” the younger man drawled, “I’m Jedi Master Kol Skywalker, and this is my older brother, Jedi Master Nat Skywalker. Forgive us, we mean no harm.”

Nat glared at his younger brother, “I don’t want attention drawn to me.” Kol waved him off.

Commander Wolffe faltered slightly, “did you say Skywalker?”

“Great, now our location is known, who knows who will come and try to kidnap us.”

“I was unaware Anakin Skywalker had any other relatives in the Order, General Koon,” a clone trooper commented.

“He doesn’t, much less is related to anyone who is a Jedi Master,” Plo brought a hand to his chin, deep in thought.

“Anakin Skywalker?” Nat interjected. Plo Koon looked in his direction.

“He’s dead, it must be another one then,” Kol mused.

“No one in this family has named any of their children after Anakin Skywalker, besides the Solos,” insisted Nat.

“Please enlighten me, why would you believe Anakin Skywalker is dead?”

Kol raised an eyebrow, “because, we’re his descendants, and he’s been dead for over ninety years.”

Shocked with the newly found revelation, the clones completely dropped their arms. Though highly unprofessional, they knew the elder Skywalkers would not harm them.

“We must head to the Jedi Temple at once,” Plo Koon turned around suddenly, leading the way.

The two brothers shrugged and followed him.

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The Force seemed to laugh jovially, there will be balance at last. Their son needs all the help he can get, especially after the Sith Lord almost cheated his way to victory, but it wouldn’t happen on their watch.

#star wars #anakin x padme #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #luke skywalker #leia organa #obi wan kenobi #mace windu needs a vacation #star wars time travel #star wars legends #Star Wars Legends are the real sequels #Large Skywalker Clan

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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 7 months

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A Patient Man Chapter 5

Summary: Sebastian swore to never fall for another co-star again. Until Y/N drops into his life.

*Warning: smut included in this chapter

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2 months later

Sebastian was about to leave again for a new job. He and Y/N were not worried about being apart, since they’d done it before. But Sebastian had felt a shift in their relationship since the farmer’s market incident, some kind of deeper connection if that was even possible, and he was hoping it would lead to her trusting him and feeling ready enough to open herself up to doing more physically with him. He didn’t want her to feel like he was impatient or expecting sex from her, he had just never had to wait so long for a sexual part of a relationship to start before. Valentine’s day was coming up, and he wanted to do a romantic, corny gesture for them to enjoy before he had to leave. If she was ready, he wanted it to be perfect for her.

“Y/N!” Sebastian called out as he walked in the house, throwing the keys in the bowl by the front door after dropping the munchkins to school. To anyone else it would look like he lived here, too, but he wasn’t officially moved in. Though he stayed in the guest room, with all of his things unpacked, his own side of the sink in the bathroom with all his things laid out, his own shampoo and conditioner in the shower, and his own set of keys to everything. Y/N stuck her head out from the kitchen at the sound of her name.

“SEBASTIAN!” she yelled back. He laughed at her antics as he approached the kitchen. When he walked in he stopped abruptly at the sight before him. Y/N was in a robe. Just a robe. Her hair was wet from a shower and she was barefoot, walking around the kitchen making breakfast for the two of them. The whole scene was so…domestic. And something about that made him feel very aroused, especially with her robe barely reaching her mid-thigh and rising here and there as she walked or reached for the spices in the cabinet. Sebastian whistled at her as he walked in, making her look at him quizzically, then blush as she adjusted the robe back down her legs.

“Seb stop it,” she whined, lightly slapping his chest as he came closer. He was sure he looked ready to eat her up, and she was avoiding eye contact as he fought the urge to lift her up on the counter and take her right then and there. He lifted a hand to the collar of her robe, sliding a finger just under it that skated across her collarbone and down her chest. She shuddered at the contact, her eyes following his movement. He stopped short of the swell of her breast, keeping his eyes on her face for any sign of discomfort.

“You gotta stop doing these things to me,” he murmured, his voice more raspy and deep in the morning.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered up to his face. “Doing what?” she whispered.

“Looking this damn good. Wearing this short robe…with nothing underneath,” he sighed out the last part, glancing down at her cleavage that was peeking out from his finger still holding the edge of the robe. “Waltzing around the house like this, as if it doesn’t drive me insane,” he said more gruffly this time, leaning in and brushing his lips against her hair as he spoke. Y/N leaned her head into him more, her body angling towards his chest, making her breast push into his finger on her robe.

“I drive you insane?” she whispered, her hand resting on his stomach, making him flinch, then dragging her nails down to the top of his sweatpants, hooking her fingers under the band but staying still. He could feel his hips tremble as she held onto his pants, his other hand coming up to grip her hip and push her back against the counter. Maybe she’s ready now…

“Careful, sweetness. If you start something I don’t think I’ll be able to stop,” he nearly growled at her. Y/N just smiled sweetly, her other hand coming to the top of his pants now and gripping the band, making his hips tremble again. The tent in his pants was pushing against her stomach, making him ache to be touched.

“You’ve been so patient with me, Seb,” she started, running her fingers along the band, her knuckles gently rubbing his hips, but not moving lower. He involuntarily jerked, his cock pushing into her stomach harder, making her giggle lightly. “I don’t know if I’m ready to go all the way yet, but how about I make you feel good, and you make me feel good, and we’ll see where that takes us. How does that sound, baby?”

Sebastian shivered at her response, his eyes bulging at her proposal. He may not have her fully right now, but she was granting him a two-way gift that he couldn’t refuse. “What do you want, love?” he breathed, afraid that if he spoke too loud it would somehow break the spell. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do. I wanna make you feel good, so so good,” he could hear himself whining, and couldn’t find it in him to care.

Y/N suddenly dipped her hand into his pants, slipped below his underwear and gripped his cock fully with her small hand. He moaned loudly, unable to hold himself back at the contact that he’d been dreaming of for months, if not years at this point. His hands dropped from her and grabbed the counter behind her for support. Y/N didn’t move her hand, just held him firmly, waiting for him to calm down. “So big, honey. How about I take care of you first?” she said, more confidence in her voice now. Sebastian couldn’t deny her if he tried, and quickly nodded his head. “Let’s go to my room, yeah?” Sebastian nearly ripped her hand out of his pants and pulled her by the wrist to her room. Y/N laughed at his eagerness and nearly tripped as he dragged her along.

Once they reached her room he waited for her to tell him what to do. He didn’t realize just how much he liked being ordered around, or just how much she had him wrapped around her finger. She gestured towards her bed. “Sit back against the headboard, love.” He did as he was told, getting comfortable in the middle of her bed, pushing pillows out of the way, then waiting for her next instructions. Y/N watched him amusedly, her arms crossed, a half smile on her face. “Good boy,” she praised. Sebastian felt himself get even harder somehow at the praise, his cheeks flushing a deeper pink color making him feel hot. Y/N smirked at his reaction. “Strip,” she instructed. He quickly and awkwardly got his clothes off, leaving him naked and aching in front of her, his gaze stuck to her face. Y/N felt like she could get used to this. “My good boy,” she praised him again, her voice coming out huskier than planned.

Sebastian’s cock pulsed at the praise, now free from the confines of his clothes. He resisted the urge to touch himself, instead gripping the comforter beneath him, biting his lip. Y/N took in the sight of him, his red cheeks, the sweat forming along his brow, his hands fisting the blanket, biting his lip, his chest rising quickly with each heady breath. As she drifted her gaze down to his cock, the first thought that came to mind was “damn he’s beautiful.” She walked slowly over to the bed, leaning against it for a moment, staring at his cock, then slowly back up to his face. “You’re so pretty, Sebastian.”

Sebastian whimpered. The sound surprised him, he wasn’t sure he’d ever made that noise before. But here he was, fully whimpering at just the praise she was giving him. He wasn’t sure he’d last long if she kept this up.

“Goddammit, Y/N, sweetness please,” he started begging. That was new. “Please, I can’t,” he mumbled, fisting the blanket harder. She had called him her good boy, and he wanted to be good, so good for her.

“I got you, pretty boy,” Y/N promised, finally climbing onto the bed, her robe shifting around her, exposing her upper thighs and more of her cleavage to him. She settled herself next to his hip, getting herself comfortable before slowly bringing her hand up to her mouth, licking her palm and fingers, then reaching that hand out and softly gripping his cock again. Sebastian felt like he was going crazy, watching her softly but firmly start stroking him, the spit on her hand making the slide effortless. A strangled moan crept up from his throat again as he tried to not cum on the spot. Her warm hand picked up speed, and he moaned louder, gasping for air as she rubbed the head of his cock with her thumb softly, the precum adding to the slick on her hand. He was softly thrusting upwards without even realizing it. Y/N suddenly shifted to her knees, ass in the air, as she continued stroking but brought her face to his cock. She looked up at him, waiting for him to open his tightly shut eyes. When he did and looked at her she opened her mouth, her tongue slipping out and licking the head of his cock quickly. Sebastian felt his eyes roll to the back of his head and let out another whimper, his hands flying to her head and pulling her hair away from her face into a ponytail. Y/N smiled, then wrapped her lips around his cock, giving him a hard suck. Sebastian’s hips stuttered as he willed himself not to cum yet. This was torture, but he didn’t want it to end too quickly.

Y/N began lapping him up, her tongue running from the base to the tip, swirling around him then taking him in fully, bobbing her head up and down as far as she could, gagging every once in a while but recovering to keep him in her mouth.

“I, shit baby…sweets…” Sebastian was muttering nonsensical, incoherent sounds, more strangled moans, whimpers and praises. “You’re so good, sweetness. Good god, your mouth is so g– ungh,” he was losing it. “Please sweets, I can’t…I’m gonna…gonna cum!”

“Cum for me, pretty boy,” she replied, sucking him until she felt his cock pulse more urgently, then with a pop of her lips let him go, stroking him as he finally came with another loud whimper.

“UGH, fuck…Y/N…” he watched as his cum painted her chin, then oozed down her hand as she lazily helped milk him of whatever he had left. Y/N slowed to a stop, a soft smile on her face, wiping her chin clean with her other hand. Her eyes sparkled as she watched him calm down from his high, grabbing a tissue on the nightstand by the bed and wiped off his cum on her hands. “You’re still so pretty when you cum,” she complimented him. Sebastian had a shit-eating-smile on his face as he regained his breathing, and after she threw away the tissue he grabbed her by the hips and flipped her on her back on the bed. Y/N screeched at being manhandled then was silenced by his bruising kiss.

“My turn,” Sebastian panted against her lips. Y/N let out a stuttering breath as he started littering kisses along her throat to her chest, now barely covered by the thin robe. His hands roamed down to the robe’s belt, looking up at her for confirmation. She quickly nodded her head, and he undid the belt at lightning speed, letting it fall open to reveal her naked form. Sebastian froze at the sight, his eyes raking along every curve, every mark, and every tattoo that he hadn’t been able to see before. He groaned at the thought of seeing all of her, and her finally letting him have even a piece of her this way.

Y/N started feeling self-conscious at his stare, and started covering her chest with her arms. “No,” he commanded, pushing her arms back onto the bed. “Let me see you, sweetness. I just can’t quite comprehend you’re letting me have you…even just a little bit,” he leaned in and kissed the valley between her breasts. She shivered at the feeling of his lips on a new part of her that hadn’t been touched in a very long time. “Can I taste you, sweetness? Please?” he felt himself begging again, wanting nothing more than to eat her out. “Will you let me have you?”

When he asked so sweetly Y/N couldn’t possibly have said no even if she wanted to. She nodded her head quickly, her eyebrows knitted together in concentration. “YES, yes please, Seb,” she pleaded. Sebastian smiled at her before turning his head and giving her nipple a kitten lick. Y/N arched her back so that her breast pushed into his face, her hands attaching to his head, her nails scraping his scalp. He moaned at the feeling of her pulling his hair, the sound reverberating into her breast, making her moan as well. He suckled on her nipple while palming her other nipple with his fingers, then switching to give the other equal attention. He then slipped his hand down her stomach to her hips, tickling her at certain spots that he archived to his memory for later, until his fingers hovered above her lower lips. Sebastian looked up at Y/N again, one of her nipples still in his mouth, his eyes begging to let him touch her where she needed it most. She nodded again, using a hand to push his hand lower onto her core. He let himself be guided, then dipped his fingers in between her labia, softly rubbing, getting to know her. When he grazed over her clit she bucked violently, her hands letting go of his hair and grabbing the pillows by her head. Sebastian smirked at her reaction as he flicked her clit again, watching her hips gyrate into his hand.

“There you are,” he mumbled, his fingers swiping some of the juices oozing from her pussy and bringing it back up to her clit rubbing it more vigorously. Y/N’s head thrashed against the pillows, her hands clenching around them in a death grip, her eyes shut tight at the sensation. She had pleasured herself since her late husband’s death, but it didn’t compare to the feeling of someone else touching her. Sebastian trailed his lips down from her breasts to her stomach, licking along the curves, kissing her belly button, then nudged his nose just above where she wanted him most. Y/N whimpered this time, trying to move her hips up to his face, now watching him descend on her. Sebastian looked up at her again, gave her a wink, then latched his lips around her clit, giving it a hard suck. Y/N screamed, her hips stuttering, her first orgasm coursing through her. She was shocked it happened so quickly, surprised by the jolt of energy it sent through her pussy and the amount of cum dripping from her. Sebastian pulled back momentarily, also surprised by the sudden squirt, but merely gave her another smile and dove back in to drink it up, moaning at the taste.

“You live up to your name, sweetness,” he murmured before giving her a broad-tongued lick from hole to clit, making her squirm. “My pretty pussy,” he said to himself, making her pussy clench around nothing. “I’m going to get one more out of you, love, just give me one more.” Y/N was a babbling mess. The only way Sebastian could tell she understood him was by the slight nod of her head at his words. He was hard again, thrusting into the mattress to alleviate the returned ache in his cock. He held her legs so she couldn’t writhe as much as he began making out with her pussy, giving it licks, random sucks, and kisses along the lips and inner thighs. He had no rhythm to what he was doing, he just wanted to prolong his time with her, making her feel as good as she made him feel. Once he could feel her legs shaking under his hands, he focused his tongue on that little bundle of nerves and getting her closer to another release.

“YES, Seb, oh God…FUCK!” She tried to buck her hips but he wouldn’t let go and held her down. He gave her one more long, broad lick from her vagina to her clit, then unhooked one hand from around her leg and brought it to her opening, his fingers teasing the entrance then slowly pushing one finger in. Y/N gasped loudly at the intrusion, her hands now rubbing her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples. Sebastian groaned into her pussy at the sight of her pleasuring herself, and stretched her with another finger. She let out a broken yell, her throat sounding raw from all the sounds he was pulling from her.

As he fucked her with his fingers he picked up a steady rhythm, curling them inside her periodically, then flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue fast as he could. Y/N tensed up as she felt the spring inside her snap again, her orgasm washing over her and making her cum hard. She screamed his name as he swallowed all she gave him, a loud moan coming from him as he gave a hard thrust into the bed, his hips shaking as he came again against the mattress. He languidly licked up any last drops left on her pussy and thighs, making her hips jerk, and kissed her core one more time before leaning his head against her thigh. They both stayed still in that moment, trying to regain their normal breaths and taking in what just happened.

Y/N’s fingers reached down, running her fingers through the strands of his hair and scratching his scalp softly. Sebastian lazily moved his head to look up at her, a smile spreading across his face at her disheveled look, admiring her nakedness. She gave him a satisfied smile back, her fingers continuing to massage his head.

“Hey,” she softly greeted him. Sebastian silently laughed, adjusting himself to lean on his elbow and look up at her more comfortably.

“Hey,” he greeted back, his free hand coming to intertwine with one of hers. She smiled at the sweet gesture, her fingers tangling with his, then bringing them up to her lips and kissing them.

“That was…” she sighed, searching for the right words. “...amazing,” she giggled. Sebastian chuckled with her.

“It was,” he agreed, squeezing her hand. He then sheepishly looked down at himself then back up to her. “Um…I made a mess on your bed. I’m sorry.”

Y/N laughed loudly, freeing her hands and bringing them up to cover her face. “Oh God, Seb! Well now that’s your mess to clean, I’m not doing it!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you were looking and tasting delectable, I couldn’t help it!” he exclaimed as he reached his hands up and tickled her sides, making her squirm out from underneath him, pushing herself off the bed and wrapping her robe around herself. “Oh hey, hold on, don’t cover up yet,” he whined, sitting himself up and reaching for her. “Come on, lovie, let me see you one more time.”

“Seb,” she whined back at him, holding her robe together, moving just out of reach. Sebastian gave her a dark look, one that made her stop in her tracks. He crooked a finger at her in a “come hither” motion as a wry smile stretched on his face. Y/N snorted at him but walked back towards him. She let him grab her hips, pull her between his open legs, then gently pull her robe back open. He sat there staring at her, seeming to memorize each part of her like he did earlier, his hands caressing gently across the different freckles and stretch marks and curves. She let him take his time, as she was doing the same thing to him as he sat naked in front of her. When he’d had his fill, he looked up to her face, his eyes roaming her face like it was the first time seeing her. Y/N’s cheeks flared pink at his intense stare but she wouldn’t look away, enjoying those ocean eyes on her.

“Thank you, for trusting me with a part of you. For letting me have you,” he whispered, and yet it felt like the words pierced her soul. Y/N smiled, putting her hands on either side of his face to hold him.

“You’re welcome. Thank you for being patient with me…and loving on me, making me feel good,” she flirted, leaning down and rubbing her nose on his nose.

Sebastian melted at her touch, taking her hands from his face and holding them up so he could kiss each of her palms. “I love you, love-of-my-life” he whispered softly against her hands.

“And I love you, my moon and stars,” she answered just as softly.

**one more chapter after this! Thanks for all the likes loves!!

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #marvel #smut #bucky barnes

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sinsandsuccubus · 2 years

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Last Night - Jack Harlow

Context: "I don't wanna feel, how I did Last Night."

Genre: angst, mentions of sexual activity

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairings: Jack Harlow X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, sexual activity

A/N: I was waiting for this song to come out since I saw it advertised on Instagram, and man... this is a BOP. Please listen to Escapism by Raye to understand the concept. Enjoy!

Masterlist ☽☾

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Sleazin' and teasin', I'm sittin' on him

All of my diamonds are drippin' on him

I met him at the bar, it was twelve or somethin'

I ordered two more wines, 'cause tonight I want him

Midnight and the club were packed. You knew it would be packed since it was a Friday night and when the day jobs had ended, in weekend came in. But still.

Damn.

You did not expect to be fighting for a seat at the bar.

The black dress you wore complimented your figure beautifully, heels to match, hair done to perfection. You felt like a boss-ass bitch. Especially after Last Night.

"You sleazy, grimy bitch, I earned this seat fair and square!"

"Love, this seat does not have your name on it, therefore, anyone can sit on it."

"Okay, and? I was sitting here first. First dibs bitch."

"Oh, so now we're childish? Okay, well, I'm not gonna stand here and fight with a blowfish-faced ass bitch over a fucking seat. I-"

"You can sit with me." A man spoke, your eyes wandering as our head turned to the side.

"Sit with you? Where?"

"On my lap, of course, best seat in the house."

"I don't know about all of that..." You spoke, eyeing the man up and down. He seemed harmless, but it didn't feel right sitting on another man's lap, especially since-

You paused.

Fuck it.

You kindly sat on his lap, slightly grinding up against him as you got comfortable.

"Be careful Miss. Lady, my little friend might make an appearance." He spoke gruffly in your ear, slightly licking at your neck.

It felt so wrong, yet so good.

"Well, maybe I want him to make an appearance." You spoke, looking back at the man with a smirk, his eyes blown out in lust.

"2 more glasses of wine, please!" You yelled out to the bartender, him nodding his head in response.

This was gonna be a night.

A little context if you care to listen

I find myself in this shit position

The man that I love sat me down last night

And he told me that it was over, dumb decision

When Jack initially sat your down, you thought it was him announcing another tour date or something.

Man were you wrong.

"It's over Y/N."

"What do you mean it's over? Did I do something wrong?"

"I just... I don't love you anymore. I'm sorry."

"Is it somebody else... are you..." His eyes dropped at your accusation, your body growing tense with anger.

"You cheated on me, Jackman?"

"Look, I said I was sorry, I-"

"You're fuckin sorry? YOU'RE FUCKING SORRY? After all of this, after what? Four years of us being together, all of a sudden you don't love me anymore. Bull-fucking-shit."

"Look, Y/N, I don't know what to tell you."

"You don't have to tell me anything. Pack your shit and get out. I don't care that your name is on the lease, I don't care bout any of that shit, just get the FUCK OUT!" You motioned with your hand, grabbing your keys and your jacket shakily.

"I can't even... I- I don't want to see you when I come back, I don't want to smell you, I don't want anything to do with you. Delete my number, my social media, everything Jack because I am done."

And with that you slammed the door, taking a drive to distract your mind.

That was it.

Just a heart broke bitch

High heels six inch

In the back of the nightclub, sipping champagne

I don't trust any of these bitches I'm with

In the back of the taxi sniffing cocaine

The ride to the club you were headed to was a bumpy one. Your friends had decided to drag you out to the nearest club for a few drinks, a few weeks after Jack had broken it off with you.

After he had broken your heart.

Night after night, club after club, this lifestyle was beginning to affect your lifestyle, your work. So many photos of you had appeared on the internet, looking like you'd fallen into a sewer, and probably smelling like it too.

Your label had requested you take a break, just for the sake of your image. They didn't want the amazing singer, Y/N caught out on her ass.

But nevertheless, your "friends" still dragged you out for "one last rodeo." That's what they called it.

And at the end of the night, you called them fake, finding out through the grapevine that they had known what Jack was doing, and had kept it from you behind your back.

You didn't trust them anymore. And who would blame them?

Those drugs had really gotten to their head, just like the dye job they had all gotten without you.

Traitors.

Drunk calls, drunk texts, drunk tears, drunk sex,

I was looking for a man who's on the same page

Now it's back to the intro, back to the bar

To the Bentley, to the hotel, to my old ways

"Oh my god, fuck. Please, please please please fuck me. I want you inside me, I want you to- fuck!" The man slid inside of you, taking slow and strong strokes to get you adjusted to his size.

More like addicted.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, interlocking your feet at the apple of his ass cheeks and pulling him closer and further into you, a moan falling from both of your lips.

"Fuck baby.."

"Fuck Jack." You felt him stiffen, and that's when you realized what you had done.

"Did you just call me Jack?"

"No, I didn't. I um-"

"I must have been hearing shit, pussy put a spell on me huh?" He thrust back into you again, your nails digging into the flesh of his back.

You felt so guilty, yet so good.

And every time you had sex, each time with different men, you felt good. It felt terrific, justifying, revengeful.

But it still wasn't Jack.

And it wasn't until you actually got caught drunk-moaning his name, that you became ashamed of yourself.

Ashamed of the many drunk texts you had sent. The drunk tears. You were over feeling sorry for yourself. So you began anew.

A reboot.

I don't wanna feel

I don't wanna feel like how I did last night

To say you had a big change was an understatement. You had cut everyone off, only keeping close friends with those who supported you, who were there through your rough patch, who helped pick up the pieces of your heart that Jack had shattered, and that you had ground up into dust with your damaging habits.

You had started working on an album, an album that represented who you were and how you felt. It took you years.

Three to be exact.

But you were back and better than ever.

And your friends could tell, your family could tell, your fans could tell. And that's all that mattered to you.

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thatgirly/n: "Love many; trust few. Learn to paddle your own canoe"

dojacat: the queen is back bitches

thatgirly/n: You already know it bestie! Back and better than ever @ dojacat

champagnepapi: lookin good mamas

thatgirly/n: feeling good papi 🥳 @ champagnepapi

urbanwyatt: Welcome back Y/N. Missed you.

thatgirly/n: missed you too @ urbanwyatt. We gotta catch up

allabouty/n: So happy to have you back! Your fans have missed you

jacksleftnipple: Wonder what Jack will think? 🤨

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theshaderoom: Breaking News! Jack Harlow spotted with new girl at a party, a selfie now floating around the internet. All this after @ thatgirly/n 's return to the industry. Questionable?

softcurse: nobody asked. literally nobody.

allabouty/n: Y/N is living her best life, WITHOUT Jack. MOVE ON.

mortirolo: Why can't y'all leave y/n out of this? She's doing fine on her own, now you're just dragging her back through her past.

heavyhitterheaux: Y'all had better leave my good sis alone.

jackharlowsource: Nobody cares about Y/N. All we care about is Jack. She lost him, oh well. She doesn't belong here.

yournamesource: @ jackharlowsource, What is this, the old days? "sHe DoEsN't BeLoNg hErE" the fuck is that supposed to mean? And she lost him? More like he lost her when he cheated. Bffr.

cupcakkeafreakk: can't we all just get along man??

thatgirly/n: @ cupcakkeafreakk, feature me on the diss

cupcakkeafreakk: bet, I'm down.

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thatgirly/n: Still Over It out right now!

softcurse: Now thats my bitch!

thatgirly/n: @ softcurse, you already knowwwww

heavyhitterheaux: lovin the album so far lovely

thatgirly/n: thank you pookie 😘

jackharlow: all love 💙

mortirolo: @ jackharlow If you don't get yo Mr. Tumnus head ass out of here

thatgirly/n: @ mortirolo pleaseeee 😂😂😂

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it all feels the same with your eyes closed (deep end, part 1)

A/N: This mini series needs a content warning for suicidal ideation, domestic violence, and excessive alcohol consumption. (I told y’all I was gonna throw some angst at ya.)

Things had been tense around base since the return of Task Force 141 after an unsuccessful mission. Mistakes had been made, resulting in the loss of personnel and vital intel.

The main core personnel of the Task Force were currently in a meeting, discussing information for an upcoming mission. The meeting was already tense, but it escalated as Simon and Juliana were arguing back and forth about protocols.

“I AM YOUR SUPERIOR OFFICER. I’M THE ONE IN CHARGE HERE.” Simon yells at Juliana before backhanding her across the face so hard that she stumbles back.

The room goes silent, shock spreading among everyone as they stare at the couple.

Simon throws a vicious glare at Juliana before spitting out the final piece of the argument. “Get the fuck out of my sight.”

She doesn’t bother to grab her things before sprinting out of the room.

Simon stares at the door she left through for a brief second, before turning to the rest of the room. Tensions were high, but he was trying to remain calm after his outburst. “I’m sorry you had to witness that. I’ll handle this. We’ll continue later.” He says gruffly.

He sighed internally. What was she so upset about anyway? Simon doesn’t like fighting with her, but lately it’s been happening more and more.

“Witness that? Simon, you just hit your girlfriend, not to mention you just assaulted a fellow soldier, IN FRONT OF WITNESSES.” Captain Price roars.

Simon flinches at Price’s reaction, and tries to defend his actions without being rude. “I wouldn’t have hit her without reason. I had to do what I did. It’s not like I’m proud of it. I’ll handle it, and apologize to her personally.”

“Good luck getting her to hold still long enough to do that.” Soap mutters under his breath.

“Soap!” Simon whirls on Johnny, glaring at him intensely. “Are you insinuating what I think you are right now?”

“It depends, sir,” Soap addressed him mockingly. “What is it you think I’m insinuating?”

Simon’s voice became harsh, as he spoke quickly. “I want a straight answer, Soap. Are you implying that she’s going to be so furious, that she’s going to fight me?”

“I’m implying, sir,” Soap mocks again, “That you’ll be hard pressed to even find her and get her to listen long enough for you to say the words ‘I’m sorry’, without her bolting. There’s a reason we call her Bambi.”

Simon sighed, he knew Johnny was right. She would disappear the minute she saw him. He had to do something.

His mind raced, trying to think of a plan. He didn’t know where she’d run off to, he just knew she was angry. Very angry.

“I’ll find her. I’ll make sure she hears me out.” Simon huffs.

“You’d better get this sorted out, and fast Simon. We’re getting deployed again in a few weeks, and we need this team 100% together.” Captain Price says sternly.

Simon nods, still pissed that this even became a fight in the first place. “She’ll come around. I’ll make sure of it.”

He then turns to Johnny and Kyle. “You two keep your mouths shut about this. Especially you, Soap. We don’t need anymore drama. Are we clear?”

Johnny looks him squarely in the eye. “If she wants to fill out a SHARP violation report against you, I’ll happily sign as a witness.”

“Soap…” Simon sighs. He doesn’t want any more trouble. He just needs Juliana to understand her place in the chain of command. He needs her to understand why he did what he did. He can’t afford to lose his job because of one stupid mistake. He needs to not let his temper get the better of him. He needs a break.

He looked at Johnny, then Kyle, then Price, then back at Johnny. “Soap, don’t force me into doing something drastic over this. Understood?”

“What, are you gonna hit me too? Beat me into submission? No wonder Bambi is so banged up all the time.” Johnny spits venomously.

Simon growls angrily. He was already on edge, and now this? He had a serious urge to hit something, but he held it in.

“You think it’s funny, making jokes about this?” He clenches his fists, setting them down harshly on the table. He lets out a deep breath, trying to get himself under control. “I’m warning you, Soap. For the last time, keep your mouth shut, or I’ll make you. Got it?”

“It’s not a joke, not this time.” Johnny growls. “This had to have escalated from somewhere. You make a regular habit of hitting your girlfriend to get what you want?”

Simon’s mind goes blank. A regular habit of hitting her? A sense of shock went through his system. He didn’t know Johnny could think of him that way.

“Don’t assume you know anything, Soap.” He says coldly. “I don’t go around hitting her all the time. I’ve only done it once. Just this one time. One. Time.”

“That’s what they all say.” Johnny sneers at him.

Simon took a deep breath trying to keep everything under control. He couldn’t believe Johnny was saying all of this.

“Soap, I swear to God, I only hit her this once. It was my fault, but I’ve never done it, and I won’t do it again. You’re only making this worse. We are supposed to be a team. Remember?”

“Yeah. Teammates are supposed to protect each other. They don’t backhand each other during arguments.” Soap retorts.

Simon knew he was in the wrong for hitting Juliana. He felt bad for hitting her, but he felt like he couldn’t admit that in front of Johnny, he was already digging himself in way too deep.

“I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have done it, you’re right. I let my anger get the best of me. It won’t happen again.”

He stared at the floor while he tried to figure out what to say next.

“Please, let’s just try to work through this. Don’t go around telling anyone else about this.”

“Fine.” Soap scoffs. “I won’t say anything. But if I catch even a hint that something is off, I’ll file the damn SHARP report myself.” Johnny stands up to leave, pausing in the doorway. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she was halfway through writing up a unit transfer request already.”

Simon watched as Johnny left the room. What had he done? How could he let his anger take control of him like that? Would Juliana really file a transfer request because of all this? Would he lose everything over this? And why was Johnny so defensive of her?

“Damnit.” He muttered. “I really need to talk to her. Now.”

Why had Johnny been so protective of Juliana? What is going on here?

Johnny must have known something Simon didn’t, something he wasn’t telling Simon. But that wasn’t important. He needs to go find Juliana and fix all of this.

Unless… unless Johnny really does know something. Maybe it will help Simon figure out where it all went wrong.

“Fucking hell.” Simon swore. Johnny might be the only one who might know something about what’s going on, or where Juliana went. As much as he hated the idea, asking Johnny was worth a shot.

He made his way to Johnny’s room, and knocked on the door. He just wanted to talk to the man and hear what he had to say himself.

Johnny opened the door. “Come to take a shot at another teammate?”

Simon glared at him. “You know what, Soap?” He growled. “Quit your bullshit. I know that you know where Bambi is, and I know you know why she’s mad. So tell me. Now.”

Johnny leveled him with a cool stare. “I don’t know where she is.” He said plainly.

“I don’t believe you. Why were you defending her so much?” Simon asks. He knew there was something happening that he didn’t know about. He could feel it, he just doesn’t know what it’s about. “I need the real reason, Soap.”

“Why wouldn’t I defend her!? I’ve had family go through what she has, and I’m not about to let her go through it alone again.”

‘Had family members go through….’? What the hell? Simon’s eyes widened a bit. When it clicked, Simon was surprised to hear that Johnny had a family history of domestic abuse. He hadn’t realized that that was the reason Johnny defended Juliana so much.

Johnny thought Simon was abusing her…

“So, you know something about her past, then?” He asks.

Johnny’s eyes widened. “You… you mean she hasn’t told… you?”

Simon frowned. Why hadn’t she told him anything about that part of her past? He was confused.

“No. She didn’t. And now I need to know, Soap. What happened?”

He ran his hands over his balaclava. Maybe this was the reason she got so upset? If this was the case, then he needed to tread very carefully, at least until he figured out more of what was going on.

“I don’t know the whole story, just bits and pieces, but enough to know that it was bad. Like, really bad. Almost career ending bad.” Johnny explained.

Simon was slightly disturbed by that description. He couldn’t imagine what might have happened for her to be reacting like this. He couldn’t imagine what she had gone through. What did Johnny mean by ‘almost career ending’?

“Can you at least give me some sort of basic idea? Anything, Soap, please.” Simon never pleads, ever, but right now he is. He looked at Johnny, worry and concern evident in his eyes.

“Juliana had gotten into a relationship of sorts with someone on her team, and when the guy got promoted, he outranked her, he became her superior officer.” Johnny begins. “He started getting violent with her behind closed doors, especially whenever she’d disagree with him about missions or protocols.” He pauses. “I know at one point, he hurt Jules so badly she was in the ICU for six days, and she almost got medically discharged from service. That’s when she finally put in for a transfer.”

Simon’s face paled under his mask. His hands shook slightly, but he wasn’t sure if it was from anger at himself or at the guy who hurt Juliana. This was too much for one person to carry alone.

“And… she went through all of that…. Alone? She never said anything to me, ever!” Simon sighed. “I need to find her and make sure she’s okay. I’ve fucked up, and I’m the only one who can fix this.”

Johnny shakes his head. “The only reason she told me was because she overheard me talking on the phone with my sister about a similar issue, and she offered her help. Otherwise, I don’t think she ever would have said anything.”

Simon ran his hands down his face. “So… if she hasn’t told me anything about it… I guess she doesn’t want me to know… Did she ever go into any detail about what happened, or about who this person might be?”

“She never specified, she just said someone from a previous unit. Refused to say when or where.” Johnny explains.

Simon nods. “Alright. Well… thank you for at least telling me this, Soap. I would’ve never known.”

He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t ever noticed something like this. He had always known Juliana as one of the most gentle, kind-hearted people he had met. He would never have dreamt that she had gone through something like this before.

But it also made something clear. Simon could never allow anything like this to happen to her, ever again. He would have to protect Jules - no matter what it took.

Sometimes, the people with the brightest smiles are the ones who have gone through the most oppressive darkness.

“I need to find her. I have to make sure that her past won’t define who she is in the future.” Simon sighs deeply.

“It might already be too late for that, Simon.” Johnny says cautiously.

“Do not tell anyone else about this, Johnny. You got that? We can’t have rumors spreading around right now. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” Johnny rolls his eyes.

“Good. I appreciate it.” Simon turns to leave, and makes his way across the base, going through different areas in search of Juliana. “God damnit” He swears. “Where in the hell is she?”

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