#i need that photo strip on a shirt they look so good here

[touchd0wn-boy]

ohhhh i kinda love the new digital album cover

[niceboyeds]

okay but Eddie’s face when you show him a nude you’ve taken for the first time? you cannot tell me he wouldn’t be so flustered from seeing you pose seductively in lingerie you picked out just for him.

18+ MDNI

“do you like it, baby? i thought black was your favorite color?” you tease, seeing his face redden at the sight of you in the photo.

“i— fuck i love it. i love it. you look so fucking good.” he stumbles out, eyes still roaming the polaroid that he holds oh-so carefully in his hands.

“oh good. i was worried the photo wouldn’t do that set justice.”

“it uh… it most certainly does.” he gives an encouraging nod, looking back and forth between you and the picture.

“well that’s kinda too bad. i mean, i wore it over here just in case so you could really see it. but if the picture is perfect then i suppose it’s not necessary.”

you continue to tease, pulling your shirt down to confirm that the lingerie is underneath your clothes.

seeing the black strap of the bra is all he needs to set the polaroid down and make his way over to you. you could feel just how hard he was through his jeans as he collided with you.

“you better fuck me better than you’ll fuck yourself to my nude later, Munson.”

“oh baby, you’re so much better than my hand.”

he rips off your shirt and jeans, leaving you in the black lace, before stripping himself down completely naked. you go to help remove your bra and panties but he instead reaches to pin your hands above your head.

“leave it on. god i mean, look at you?! fuck i could cum just at the sight of you like this.”

“yeah? you like seeing me pinned underneath you in nothing but a couple thin pieces of lace? you better prove it.”

with one hand still holding your wrists, he uses the other to pull your thong to the side and guide his cock into your wet hole.

he pushes in slowly at first, both of you moaning at the feeling after waiting what felt like an eternity. in actuality it was maybe 10 minutes, but the wetness that pooled in your panties begs to differ.

“fuck Eddie!” you whine out, feeling him bottom out inside of you and craving more friction. “please move.”

“so funny how the one who did all the teasing is now the one begging for more.” he smirks, looking down at the mess you’re making on him.

you start to grind your hips against him, urging him to move but he says strong. moving his head down to your chest, he licks your nipple through the mesh lace bra. the feeling makes you shudder, but still needing more.

“Eddie! please fuck me!” you moan out, feeling his cock pulsing inside of you. and with that last plea, he does. he fucks you hard.

his mouth continues to move up and down your chest and neck, leaving marks everywhere they linger. his strokes are hard and fast as he brings his free hand back down to your aching cunt.

using his fingers to hold your panties out of the way, he rubs his thumb against your sensitive clit. he rubs harder and faster as his strokes become more sloppy, a tell-tale sign that he’s close but wants you to finish first.

you can feel yourself approaching your climax, it’s growing more and more intense as he continues to fuck you harder than he has before.

“shit Eds! i’m so close!”

“cum for me doll, show me how much you love it when i fuck you in your little panties and bra.” you moan loudly at his words, nearly forgetting complete that this all started because of the photo you gave him.

but with one final pump, you finally reach your orgasm. he follows behind with a few more strokes, letting his warm cum soak your dripping pussy.

he removes his cock from you and releases your wrists from his grasp. you feel your thong get placed back to cover you up before you start to drift off to sleep.

he crawls up beside you on the bed, holding you close and his fingers roam your body softly as if to soothe you.

with a yawn you cuddle into him more, whispering to him that you’ll make sure to take more photos for him. and you will certainly have to if it means he’ll keep fucking you like that.

[jolapeno]

come away with me and we'll kiss

javier peña x f!reader | one shot from late night texts world

you don't need to have read the series, but it helps - this one shot is set during the epilogue 🩷 chapter warnings: a photo booth, two idiots, javi realising how much he loves you, while also unable to keep his hands to himself. illusions and briefest of mentions of smut, but no actual ✨ wordcount: 1.9k.

an: BONUS CHAPTER. this wasn't planned at all but i saw @babyispunk's insanely amazing photo booth pic for Javi, and i had to write this little ode to it (hope you do not mind, lovely) biggest thanks to @guyfieriii who not only held my hand with this but also chose the title. ily.

text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi

don’t forget tomorrow im taking you out for the day

You sure you told me this? 

good job I reminded you then

Javi, I am pretty sure I’d have remembered this. Are you sure you told me?

positive 

Javi hadn’t told you. 

The idea only came to him that week. You all curled up against him, asleep—your fingers on his chest—his hand placed right over yours. 

The minutes had been ticking down until his alarm would do its usual thing of disturbing the morning. Interrupting the time he got to just be, when he could lie here with your weight and warmth against him. 

That’s when his eyes landed on the photo frame with the photo strip, sitting on top, in the centre of the drawers the two of you now share. The strip of four photos captured from that week. 

For the past week, he’d thought of nothing but your two’s fast-approaching first anniversary. That week which had changed his life, the one where he’d had a taste of the life he lives now. 

From speaking to some of the people in town, it hadn’t taken much effort to learn where the closest one was. It all aligned, everything falling perfectly into place—all working out. 

On the morning of it all, the day even began the same as it had done when the two of you were in that hotel room. The tips of his fingers strumming up and down your back, your chest flush with his—all tangled in his arms, sheets barely keeping in place as your lips kissed the air with his name, the sound of yours leaving his mouth coated in grunts and hisses. 

It deviated after. The two of you shared a shower, with you sneaking out of the bathroom undetected to get dressed, leaving him to enact the next part of his plan: wearing the pink shirt. 

Stealing it back from your things had taken planning—discreet misdirections, his former skills in the DEA coming into use. He was just grateful it still fastened because even if he did more physical work now than he used to, Javi still wasn’t DEA fit. He was happy, for one—secondly, home-cooked meals were more a norm now than when he was over in Colombia. 

You said nothing if you thought anything when he met you on the porch. Not even when the two of you hit the road, hands smoothing down your dress as you turn the radio, focused, eyes glued, and head slightly tilted.

Fuck, you were gorgeous.

You always were. Always have been. Even way before, when all he had of you was words on his phone screen, you have been amazing to him. 

“So, whatcha’ thinking about?” you say, leaning back as the radio hums—the plucking of a guitar filling the journey as you look at him. 

Taking his hand from the wheel, he placed it on your knee—bare skin meeting his palm. “That I’m looking forward to taking you out of this dress when we get back.”

“No, you weren’t, you tease.”

He snorts, squeezing your knee. “Trust me, cariño. Most, if not all of the time, I am thinking about how I can get you out of your clothing.”

Your laugh fills the vehicle, feeling your eyes on him as the two of you pass the sign welcoming you into the city. 

“Think you need a hobby if you’ve got time for all that thinking, baby.”

“I’m busy enough.”  

Humming, he smiles as you rest your head on him. The scent of your perfume hitting his nose, recognising it instantly—the one he bought you, wrist tilted to his nose in the shop as you sprayed bottle after bottle until you landed on this one. 

The one, as you said, made his eyes widen. It wasn’t the only body reaction the scent now made happen. Least of all, when your hand was on his thigh, fingers sliding up and down his dark-wash jeans. 

“Te ves muy guapo, Javi—even in my shirt.” 

Snorting, he looked at you, finding your eyes already on him, waiting, a smirk slid up into your cheek that made it near impossible not to pull you close and kiss you. But he’d have time.

Plenty of it. 

Thankful he recognised the sign for the place he needed, when you were still none the wiser. Your brain not even catching on when he pulled into the arcade parking lot, your face still looking up at him, peering—studying every inch of him, as though you never get the chance to. Not that he could complain, he does the same whenever he gets the chance, too. 

By the time he’d come to let you out your side of the truck, your door was already open—smoothing down your summer dress. Taking your hand in his. “So, let me explain.” 

“You found us a photo booth.” 

Looping his fingers through, tightening his hold, he pressed a kiss to your cheek—both for being too fucking smart and also because fuck, you got him. “I found us a photo booth, cariño. C’mon.” 

Hidden in the back, there it was. Tucked away, it’s interestingly the one place in the arcade relatively quiet of people. The red curtain open, your hand practically dragging him—even if it was he who planned it—before stopping at the doorway, turning to him. Before your mouth even opens, he knows what you’re going to say, his hand already digging in his pocket, pulling out the money he knew would be needed. 

“We should think of poses,” you say, sliding in next to him, as you draw the curtain. 

His eyes glanced, taking in how it was a floor-to-ceiling one—more discreet, private. Even if the sounds of bells, cheers and loud music still made their way through it to your two’s space. 

“Unless you just want to recreate the last one?”

Handing you the money, he wraps his arm around you, fingers on your waist. Needing you to be close as he suggests you kiss his cheek, something sweet, innocent. Your smile twitches before you nod, doing your thing with the money and hitting the button to get it going. 

It’s only when he feels you twist towards him, his fingers sliding the strap of your dress up, that he realises how amazing the last year has been, and yet, while he feels the same as when he first met you, he also feels so much more—more than he ever thought possible after all the things he’d done and seen. 

Because, even now, you still make his heart skip a beat as you move closer like that first week. Make his cheeks warm as your lips ghost over his cheek. 

He knows the seconds are ticking down, both all set in place as the booth counts down, but he can feel the edges of his mouth bucking under the happiness you provide, it almost making him want to grin.

And he does—just after the flash. 

Something rising in him, desperate to ignite. It explodes inside him like fireworks; the feeling is born from the ash of who he used to be, spreading itself through him to add more weight to the person he now feels he can be because of you. 

His gratitude for it being pressed to your lips as the plan for chosen poses goes out the window, twisting his own body, a sudden need flooding through him just to have you close, pressed against him. His fingers slid around the base of your neck, kissing you desperately, hungrily. 

Javi tastes the mint from brushing your teeth, the warmth of your breath—and even if he gets to kiss you all the time now, it still blows him away. Because it’s you—you and him. 

Your lips part, inviting him in closer as the softest whimper escapes as his thumb and index squeeze your neck, wrist flush with your collarbone, as he crashes his mouth to yours—slanting, swallowing whatever you’ll give him. Lost in it, how you feel against him, how your thighs have spread just for him. The flash illuminates the space, his smile growing, pressing another to you, and another. 

It becomes a dance, a sudden know of what to do as he moves again. 

Giving his back to the camera, Javi buries his face into your neck as he hears you whimper his name—blissed out at the feeling of your hand in his hair, pulling, tugging as his fingers snake under your dress. A laugh falling, more in disbelief than anything, a whispered ‘we shouldn’t’ that he’s quick to swallow. 

Because he should—the two of you should. 

He couldn’t think of something more beautiful, more perfect to be captured and framed in your two’s room than you coming undone for him. That thought cruises through him, blood pounding in his ears, as he brushes over soft, warm skin before his thumb presses over the lace between your legs, feeling the sudden growing wet patch spreading across your underwear. Your laugh stolen, thieved, all twisted into a moan that made his smile grow as he rolled the tip of his tongue over that spot on your neck. The one which he knows has your eyes all lust-blown, just as the flash explodes white around the two of you as you moan his name.

His. 

A sound he collects whenever he can. Bottles it. Stores it on a shelf inside of him that used to be empty. That could never be filled by any vice he had picked up, but now it is all easily full of you. The happiness you bring, the comfort, 

And he knows he has seconds—if that. 

Sliding up, shifting the fabric from between your legs as he feels it. He’ll never tire of it, the proof that you want him—over and over. Your fingers find his chin at the last second, lifting him to stare as his fingers coat themselves in how much you need him. 

You saying it, beating him to it. Robbing him of it—not that he cares.

“Happy one-year anniversary, baby.”

In a way, he wishes his back wasn’t to the camera as his hand slides back to resting on your thigh. Because now he suddenly wants the chance to see how he looks as he hears the words. Imagining it from the effect it has on him; how each letter coats him, heals him. 

Instead, he whispers them back. Enjoys a front-row seat to watching the impact they have on you, now just wishing the camera is good enough to capture the shimmer in your eyes, the look of adoration, the thinnest crease between your brows he knows he mirrors. 

Because it’s you, it’s him. 

The two of you frozen like that, a sea of other words silently being shared—your hand reaching up, cupping his cheek, thumb stroking his skin, just like you always do as the machine begins to churn, preparing and readying the photos for the two of you.

“Thank you for bringing us here,” you add, only when the machine quietens.

Nodding, he swallows. “You’re welcome. I… I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist, cariño.”

Your eyes narrow, lips pursing before you smirk. “If you were a smart man, you’d put more money into the machine and finish what you started.” 

Javi does.

Because of course he fucking does. 

Haphazardly stuffing what he can into it before he’s pulled by his collar, his lips crashing against yours. 

AN: Halloween one shot of this pairing will still be up on the 31st. I've just missed them so goddamn much.

[kenjakusbrainstem]

A Helping Hand (Geto Suguru x Reader + Gojo Satoru)

Contains: NTR, cuckolding, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, nude photos.

Hello! Day 10 of Kinktober is NTR, which is hard for me to write bc the concept of cheating is a huuuuge squick of mine. However, the idea of Gojo wanting Geto to fuck his girlfriend the way he can't? That I can do. Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain! Comment or rb if you have any thoughts!

The weight of the man on top of you was unfamiliar, yet still comfortable as he pressed hesitant kisses to your lips. You both were hesitant, movements uncertain as the kisses grew deeper. You might have been able to relax if it wasn’t for your boyfriend sitting in a chair near the bed watching.

Gojo stared at you, a look of satisfaction on his face as he watched his best friend kiss you. Geto had already removed his shirt before he climbed on top of you, his frame much bulkier than Gojo’s. Your hands explored his muscular back shyly, as if you didn’t want to get carried away. He felt tense beneath your hands, almost as if he was as unsure about this as you were. You were both here because you loved Gojo enough to fulfill a fantasy he’d been talking about for quite some time.

Geto’s tongue slipping into your mouth brought you away from your thoughts of Gojo and back to the body pressing into yours. Geto’s kisses were slower than Gojo’s, they somehow felt more intimate. Maybe it was the way his tongue rubbed against yours, twinning the wet muscles together instead of trying to overwhelm you. You moaned into the deep kiss, it felt much better than you thought a kiss would.

Adjusting his body, Geto placed his thigh in between your legs, pressing up against your clothed arousal. Guilt threatened to wash over you as you felt the urge to grind against his thigh. Breaking the kiss, you turned to look at Gojo. Your movements invited Geto to kiss and suck along your neck, causing a shiver to run up your spine.

Gojo’s bright eyes watched as his hand palmed his cock through his pants. You had never seen him look so attentive as he did in that moment.

“Does he feel good?” Gojo asked, words pulling you further out of your moment with Geto. Upon hearing Gojo speak, Geto bit down on your neck, harshly sucking a mark into the skin. You gasped, hand flying up to tug at Geto’s long hair, a motion that drew a moan from him that you felt vibrate your neck. This was for him, and if he was happy, you needed to focus on enjoying yourself too.

You nodded, watching a smirk form on Gojo’s face before you looked back at Geto. Your hands urged his face up and out of your neck. Leaning forward you kissed Geto with as much passion as he had kissed you moments before, your tongue rubbing against his eagerly.

The flash from a camera was sudden, your eyes widening and meeting Geto’s equally surprised eyes as you continued to kiss. Gojo had mentioned that he might take a few pictures, but you had expected him to warn you first. It was somewhat a relief to see that Geto was just as surprised as you were, though. Something about it made what you were doing more comfortable, the fact that you were both uncertain.

The urge to reassure Geto rushed through you, you did care about him and if he really was as stressed as you had been before looking to Gojo for reassurance, it felt like the right thing to do.

Pulling his hair, you moved him back far enough for you to sit up. Not completely, just so you had enough space to pull your shirt off. He leaned back anyway, sitting back on his calves as you undressed yourself. The look in Geto’s eyes was growing more lustful the more clothing you took off. Quickly you stripped yourself of your bra as well before putting your arms around his neck and pulling him back down on top of you.

This kiss was much more heated than the last, the soft edge still there but it was giving way to a messy, frantic kiss. The feeling of his warm skin on yours made more than just your face flush, you could feel a heat growing in your stomach as his hand drifted down to your side. Geto’s large hand gripped your flesh, squeezing you before sliding up to cup your breast.

Another flash of light as Geto’s fingers brushed across your nipples. It was easier to ignore this time as you moaned around the tongue in your mouth, sucking at the muscle which made Geto moan as well. This time he broke the kiss, trailing them down your neck and to your breasts as he kissed your chest. Geto kept toying with your breast in his hand while kissing down to take your other nipple into his mouth.

Geto’s eyes stared straight into yours as he teased the sensitive nub with his tongue. The heat in his stare made you want to look away, to look to Gojo for some form of comfort, because the feelings bubbling up inside you were pure lust for the man on top of you. You didn’t feel obligated to let him continue because you knew it was what Gojo wanted. You wanted Geto to keep going and fuck you into the mattress. The desire you had felt burning for Geto in the back of your mind had now grown into a boiling pot that was getting closer to spilling over each time your eyes met.

“Please, Suguru, please more,” You begged, not entirely sure what you were wanting other than more from the man on top of you. Your boyfriend's best friend. You could feel his nails digging into your skin at your words, he nipped at your breast lightly before trying to figure out what you wanted for you.

Geto knew what you wanted though, he also knew he would do whatever he needed to do to get you to say his name like that again. He kissed down your stomach, fingers dipping into the waistband of your shorts before tugging them down slowly. Geto pressed a kiss to your hips before he moved himself further down the bed, coming to rest comfortably between your legs. In one smooth motion he lifted your legs into the air, slipping off your shorts and flinging them across the room.

“Please Suguru, give my girl more,” Gojo’s teasing voice made you jump. It wasn’t that you had forgotten he was there, but more that you had gotten lost in the way Geto touched you. You also felt Geto’s hands freeze on your thighs, but only for a moment. It seemed the two of you had gotten a little carried away for a bit.

Either upon Gojo’s urging or your’s, Geto spread your legs again, nestling himself between them. You wanted to shy away, to hide yourself, but Geto’s strong hands held your thighs still. You could feel just how wet you were without him saying anything. You felt more sensitive than normal, even his fingers pressing into the meat of your thighs made the heat in your stomach churn.

Without warning, you felt Geto’s tongue slip between your folds. You choked on the moan he’d pulled from you as he licked his way around your soaking wet pussy. Geto’s tongue quickly found the hard bud of your clit, lavishing it with attention. Tongue circling it before he sucked it between his lips, tongue rubbing against the tip of it as he sucked.

Geto ate you out with a desperation Gojo never had. He’d gone down on you before sure, but only for a little. It was as if Geto was a man dying of thirst and your pussy was the oasis he needed to quench it.

Embarrassingly, the only sound you could hear over your own moans and whimpers was the lewd sounds of Geto eating you out. It felt so good you almost didn’t notice, but you could hear each suck as he savored your taste. If it didn’t feel so amazing, you knew you’d push him away.

“Damn I didn’t realize you liked that so much, you’ve never been that loud for me,” Gojo said. You almost felt bad, looking over at him to see if he was upset. All it took was one glance to see that he was more than fine. Gojo had taken his cock out of his pants and was slowly stroking it.

It surprised you how much more hot you felt seeing Gojo touch himself to this. To the sight of his best friend eating you out better than he ever had.

With one last harsh suck to your clit, Geto pulled away, kissing at your plush thighs. Looking back down at him you could see his chin glistening with your juices. Geto smiled at you, a predatory smile that promised even more. You already felt overwhelmed with pleasure, what more could he give you?

“She’s going to be even louder when I get my cock inside her,” Geto’s voice dripping with lust surprised you. He hadn’t spoken since you started, so to hear his pleasant voice in such an aroused tone made chills run down your spine.

You heard Gojo chuckle, but chose to ignore it in favor of focusing on Geto. You watched, transfixed as Geto unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down far enough so you could see his thick cock and heavy balls. The size surprised you, you hadn’t expected him to be so big and thick. It wasn’t that Gojo was small, more on the average size however, he had always felt nice inside of you.

If he felt nice though, just how good would Geto’s thick cock feel?

“Just look at her face, she hasn’t even felt you yet and she already looks like she’s begging for it,” Gojo teased you again. He wasn’t wrong though, you wanted nothing more in this moment than to have Geto fill you up. You weren’t even sure if it would fit easily, but you didn’t want to waste any more time just staring at him.

Gojo’s teasing did make your cheeks flush more, part of you still didn’t entirely want to admit just how much you wanted his best friend. That feeling was pushed far down though, drowned by the intense desire you felt for him boiling inside of you.

Hooking your legs behind Geto’s, you pulled him closer. You didn’t want to wait any longer, he’d brought you so close with his tongue only to stop right before you were about to hit your peak. Geto braced himself by holding onto your thighs, keeping you from pulling him all the way down.

Geto stared down at you for a moment, as if he were trying to figure something out in his mind. Glancing over at Gojo, something seemed to click in his head. Grabbing your hips, Geto adjusted your body, positioning you so that it was easier for Gojo to see. He spread your legs, pushing one off the side of the bed and back in a way that you knew Gojo would be able to watch his cock fucking into you. You could already feel your pussy clenching in anticipation, the fact that Gojo was watching was no longer a bother to you.

It seemed like Geto was almost as impatient as you were, you felt him rubbing the head of his thick cock through your wet folds. The sensation of the blunt head rubbing up against your already sensitive clit made your thighs shake.

Geto pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, slowly pushing inside before stopping. Even the tip felt bigger than it looked, you wondered how he would fit inside you. Looking up you noticed he wasn’t looking at you though, his eyes trained on Gojo as he paused. Another flash as Gojo took a photo, after that Geto started to press further inside you.

The stretch of Geto’s cock was overwhelming, even with how wet he had made you. You were sure you’d never had something so thick inside of you before. It was a blessing that Geto was being so gently with you, Gojo was always so eager to fuck you that he would just slam into you without a care. With a cock like Geto’s though, you supposed he could hurt you if he did that.

Part of you was relieved when you felt him bottom out, his balls resting against your ass. It felt like you were being split in half, you were already gasping for air at him just pressing inside of you for the first time.

The hand that wasn’t holding you open for Gojo to watch slipped down between your legs, his thumb gently rubbing your clit.

“You’re so tight, it’s not too much is it? I know Satoru doesn’t fill you up like this,” As Geto spoke, he slowly started to thrust, it was like you could feel every vein on his thick cock as he pulled out of you. You whimpered at the feeling, knowing he was right. Gojo felt nice but he could never make you feel this full.

Turning to look at Gojo, you noticed his face looked almost as flushed as yours. His hand on his cock moving quickly, his eyes focused intently on watching Geto’s cock fuck its way into your tight pussy. It was like you were seeing something he wasn’t intending to show, even if he was the one watching you get fucked.

Geto’s cock pressed all the way inside you again and you turned your attention back to him, well as much of it as you could. It was so hard for you to think as Geto finally started fucking into you. His thrusts deep as he slowly increased his speed.

Another flash gave you a better look at Geto’s face, twisted in pleasure as he steadily increased the pace. Every thrust had his cock dragging against the spot inside you that Gojo struggled to hit. Geto’s cock rubbed against it, pushing past it and filling you so completely you wondered if he was going to split you in half.

Each thrust made a loud moan spill from your lips, not to mention the way Geto’s thumb on your clit felt. You hadn’t realized it could feel this good to be fucked like this. You wrapped your leg that wasn’t being held off the bed around Geto’s waist, as if to keep him inside you more. It felt so good to have his cock buried inside of you.

Geto moaned as your leg hooked around his waist, he couldn’t believe just how good your pussy felt around his cock. You felt so tight but it was as if he filled you up just right, like you were made to be fucked by him.

He could feel your pussy squeezing him, as if it were trying to milk him dry. It felt like your body was just begging him to release deep inside of you. Geto’s thrusts became uneven as he began to fuck into you faster, the drive for pleasure overtaking his focus on making sure he didn’t hurt you.

The rapid thrusts did nothing but push you closer to the edge, the punishing pace he had set made you see stars as your eyes rolled back. You couldn’t even keep focus on him anymore as your body was overtaken by just how good Geto fucked you.

“I need you to cum inside her for me, Suguru,” Gojo’s voice barely registered in your mind. You could hear him, but you didn’t understand what he was saying. His words must have meant something to Geto though because you felt his hips stutter inside of you. Fucking into you faster and harder than he had before.

Geto’s pressed harshly into your clit, his gentle movements becoming violent as he pushed you into overstimulation. It was all too much for you, the harsh thrusting paired with his focus on your clit, you felt a dam burst inside of you as you came.

That was all Geto needed, the way your pussy convulsed around him as you reached your orgasm, how desperate you sounded moaning and babbling his name over and over. Geto buried his cock all of the way inside you before releasing, slowly he thrusted, fucking you through your shared orgasm.

Geto’s thrusts slowed, looking down as he slowly pulled his cock out he could see the mix of your release spilling out of you. Another, final flash filled the room, making Geto turn his attention to Gojo once again. If you hadn’t been so fucked out, you would have noticed as well, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than how hard you had just came.

Gojo’s heavy breathing was the first thing Geto noticed, the second being his cum covered hand. It seems he truly had enjoyed this more than either of you thought he would.

“I hope this is something you two want to try again,” Gojo stated, sounding almost as tired as the two of you looked.

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 10 (2/2) - Kirishima’s “roomies forever” party!

Summary: Is it gay to sleep in the same bed as your bro? What about getting married to him?

Warnings: Swear words, KiriBaku centered chapter (NOT platonic)

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“Did you fuck before coming here?!” Katsuki yells right as you two stumble through the door. You thought you did a good job at putting Izuku together after your shenanigans but it’s not like you can magically make his swollen lips disappear.

“Kacchan! No! Uhm… we just… kissed a little bit, that’s all.” Izuku’s face is red as the tomato in your little garden thanks to the fact that Katsuki’s yelling made every single person in the room look towards you two.

“Oh my god, is it finally official? You and Y/N?” Mina perks up right away.

“Took them fucking long enough.” Katsuki rolls his eyes and you can’t help but notice that these guys have their own version of “smart casual” because… well…

Katsuki’s dress shirt is messy and his shirt is only half buttoned. Eijirou’s shirt is literally used as a cape. Kaminari looks like a mafia boss. He even has a fancy fedora. Shinsou didn’t even bother to put a dress shirt on he’s just chilling in his hero suit, clearly still on the call. Momo went all out and she looks absolutely stunning in her black dress, Todoroki is wearing the same style as her. He looks like a prince from another era. You don’t need to ask how their first date went after the camp to know those two are a thing now. Those are just a few examples.

“Let them be, Katsuki.” Eijirou puts his hand on Katsuki’s shoulder to calm him down. “Now that everyone is here, let’s start the celebration!” Kirishima yells and the whole gang sits down on the massive sofa.

Okay, let’s stop here for a second. Let’s talk about Katsuki and Eijirou’s place a little bit.

First of all, this place looks absolutely amazing and you can certainly tell who was in charge for decorating the different rooms because the open kitchen is minimalistic and super clean while the living room is full of pictures, knick knacks and colorful little things. There are pictures about their friends, their family but it’s mostly about the two living here; there are Polaroids all over the place, probably taken by Izuku on their camping trips then there is one long strip of them, probably from a Photo Booth - Eijirou is kissing Katsuki’s cheek while the other rolls his eyes annoyedly.

Wait…

“Ahh, you haven’t been here before! Let me give you a tour.” Eijirou literally pulls you away from the picture with his cheeks tinted pink. He puts a glass of champagne in your hand and ushers you to the other end of the room. “So this this is the living room and the kitchen, obviously. The door in front of you leads to the garden and the sauna which is a separate little building on the side. Then you have the gym room here, guest room here…”

“Wait, that’s Kacchan’s bedroom.” Izuku jumps into Eijirou’s sentence, utterly confused.

“Oh, we made it into a gym a few months ago, I was out of space in my bedroom.” The redhead retorts like it’s no biggie.

“Where does Kacchan sleep then?”

“In my room or the guest room. Depends if he’s grumpy or not.”

You can barely conceal your shit eating grin as you look at your boyfriends defeated face.

“Oh, so you… redid your room with two beds and stuff? Is Kacchan okay with sharing his personal space like that?” Izuku tries to save himself but by the confused look on Eijirou’s face, he’s not gonna win.

“Uhm, no, he kinda slept in my bed all the time anyway so his room was never really used…”

“Okay, stop gossiping.” Katsuki takes over as Eijirou starts to stumble over his own words out of embarrassment. “Yes, I sleep in the same bed as Ei. Then what? That room was fucking cold.”

“Oh, that’s why you cuddle me so much?”

Izuku almost chokes on his drink. This is the best day of your life.

“Duh. You are a fucking furnace. Perfect for my needs.”

“You okay, man?” Eijirou pats Deku’s back a few times to help him with out.

“Yeah, uhm… I just didn’t realize you have such a… close relationship… uhm, do you mind if I have a moment with Sweet Pea in the garden? I think I need some fresh air.” Izuku literally runs out the door before even waiting for an answer.

~•🥦•~

“Okay, did you guys talk about this behind my back? Is this a prank? And if not, how did I miss this? Actually, why did they not tell me? Am I not Kacchan’s friend? Am I not important enough to…” Izuku starts to mutter right away.

“Izuku, calm down.” You giggle as you pull him closer. “No, I did not tell them anything and I swear I have nothing to do with this even if it is actually a prank. I’m just as surprised as you are. Not about then sleeping in the same bed but about the fact that they admit it.”

“Oh my god, I feel like my whole world just turned upside down, Sweets. They are my best friends…”

“Calm your pretty tits, maybe they just sleep in the same bed to save some space. Don’t think too much about it for now.”

It’s so hard not to yell “I WAS RIGHT”. So fucking hard.

“Did you really need to comment on my tits? I know this shirt is a little bit too tight…”

“I had to. I like it. Now let’s get back, it looks like Eijirou is about to make a speech.”

~•🥦•~

“I’m so glad so many of you managed to get the night off. I know Hitoshi, Ochako and Iida has to go soon so I’ll do this now instead of waiting until the end of the night.” Eijirou starts his speech in his now buttoned shirt. He even managed to get a tie from somewhere. He looks weirdly anxious compared to his usual, bubbly self. “Katsuki and I have been through a lot together… hell, we’ve all been. We fought a war, we got hurt, we lost people who were close to us, we cried, we smiled, we re-learned how to live a normal life together.” The whole team nods at that, their faces already teary as Eijirou goes on. “Katsuki saved me from myself. I hated who I was, I hated my quirk but Katsuki slapped me in the face and made me believe that even I can achieve big things if I try hard enough. Uhm… how was it again?” Eijirou pulls out a little paper from his pocket to take a look and the whole gang laughs. “Duh, of course I had to memorize this, I ain’t a fucking Coelho. So back to what I was about to say… yeah, so… it has been 7 years since we moved in together and I still remember the day Katsuki told me that I have no choice but to move in with him after graduation. I was terrified but also so fucking happy because while I was extremely excited to be a hero and love my own life I just couldn’t see myself without him by my side. I was afraid that I’ll loose contact with all of you. But here we are, the Bakusquad, still together. But… Kats, can you come over here?”

Katsuki looks like a deer in the headlights as Mina ushers him to stand up and go over with a knowing smile on her face. Katsuki stands right next to Eijirou who looks at him like he’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

“Uhm… I fucking forgot what I was about to say but you know what, fuck it.” Eijirou mutters with tears in his eyes. Izuku looks mortified. “I feel like I have everything I wanted as a teen; I have a beautiful flat I’m sharing with my best friend, I have the greatest friends and the greatest job. But there is one thing I don’t have; a partner who I know will be with me until death pulls us apart.”

The whole gang goes silent. Izuku chokes on his drink again.

“The fuck are you…” Katsuki is about to yell at him, offended, but Kirishima stops him by putting his palm on his mouth.

“Katsuki. We’ve been living together for 7 years and while I know I’m being selfish right now but…” Eijirou GOES DOWN ON ONE FUCKING KNEE. “Can you promise me you’ll be my roommate forever?”

Mina cries like a baby while the rest of the gang gawks at the two bozos, completely dumbfounded. You have no idea how to react. Izuku.exe has stopped working completely next to you.

“Eijirou, what the actual fuck are you doing right now?!” Katsuki mumbles with a red face.

“I’m asking you to be my roommate forever? Is that weird? I thought it’s really manly…”

“Eijirou, you just went down and one knee and proposed to me. Look at Iida’s confused fucking face! Deku is having a stroke!” Katsuki yells at the puppy eyed redhead who looks so gobsmacked you kinda want to hug him.

“That wasn’t my intention, but like… I do have a ring too…”

“You have a what.”

Momo gaps dramatically in the background. You try your best not to laugh.

“A ring. A roomies forever ring.” Eijirou takes out a really expensive ring box from his pocket with a sad face. Katsuki is about to explode. So is Deku.

“Well, first of all, fuck you.” Katsuki yells at the poor guy again. “Because I also have a fucking ring. So now we have two.”

Well, that’s a fucking plotwist, innit?!

“What…?!”

“… And it’s not like I’m gonna get a fucking boyfriend or a girlfriend if I sleep in your fucking bed so we might as well just get fucking married.”

“OHMYFUCKINGGODIMHYPERVENTILLATINGIFUCKINGKNEWIT”

Uhm, that was Mina. You didn’t really understand a single world but she’s clearly fucking excited.

Katsuki fucking Bakugou gets down on one knee too. He takes out an even more expensive ring and he doesn’t even wait for Eijirou to get out of his stupor before he shoves the ring on Eijirou’s finger. “You are stuck with me now. For fucking ever just how you wanted. I hate you for doing this right in front of everyone by the way, I wanted to do this after everyone leaves.”

“Kats…”

This is when Izuku absolutely loses his shit. You can see it in his eyes.

Because the next moment, Eijirou jumps into Katsuki’s arms and kisses him on the lips right in front of everyone. And the kiss doesn’t look like it’s the first one they’ve ever shared.

You don’t have the heart to be giddy about being right because Izuku looks absolutely heartbroken by the sight.

“Let’s go home.” Izuku stands up abruptly. You try to pull him back on the sofa but he’s relentless.

“Don’t make a scene. I know you are mad, but don’t ruin this for them.”

Katsuki, being the perceptive guy he is, looks up at you two right away. He doesn’t need to say anything to Eijirou because just as he takes a look at you two he lets Katsuki go, probably knowing this conversation is a must.

“Izuku, come with me. You too.” Katsuki sighs while the others make their ways to congratulate Eijirou for staying alive after all the shit he just pulled.

You really want to congratulate the two and tell them you shipped them before they went official but seeing Izuku’s face right now, half a second from crying, you decide to just go after Katsuki, pulling the frozen greenhead after you. You two end up in the garden and Katsuki sits down on the bench with a frown on his face; he’s clearly trying his best to choose his words properly and not make the situation worse.

“Look, I’m sorry.” Katsuki murmurs with his hands deep in his hair, clearly just as frustrated as Izuku himself. “You know I’m not into the whole… love thing and this… this is new. Well, almost… ah fuck, this is so awkward.” He sighs. “5 years ago… We… did some stuff. I was telling Eijirou about me not understanding what’s the big deal about kissing. I was twenty and still a virgin and I was just… fed up. And it escalated. Then we never talked about it ever again… until you called us, crying about how you don’t want to loose your Sweet Pea and then Eijirou told you the whole story and said he… he loves me and honestly, I was feeling the same or whatever so we… decided to… just be together and stop pretending that we are not… attracted to each other. Honestly, not a lot of things has changed since then, I used to sleep in his bed for years anyway. We were… a couple without even realizing it.”

“I didn’t even know you are gay, Katsuki.” Izuku mutters with tears in his eyes. You really want to hug him.

“Don’t fucking call me Katsuki! And it’s no one’s business! I haven’t told the hag either. I didn’t think I’ll ever be in a situation when it matters. Also, I don’t think I’m gay. I’ve never cared about anyone this way except for him. Never. I already said sorry so stop looking at me like I pulled Auntie Inko’s hair and be my best fucking man when this shit escalates.”

“Oh my god.” You mumble in a high pitched voice. Oh my god, this is happening. Oh my…

“Me?” Izuku freezes, for the third time today.

“What the fuck? Who the fuck else? You are my fucking nerdy, annoying brother from another mother, of course it needs to be you.”

Izuku cries a river. Literally. You decide to leave these two alone after seeing Deku moving into Katsuki’s personal space and hugging him, because even though you know the two don’t mind your presence when it comes to emotional stuff, hell, Katsuki literally opened up to you on the first day, but somehow, this felt so intimate you started to feel like an intruder.

You make your way back inside and Eijirou clocks you right away; he smiles from the other side of the room, his face so happy it makes your heart melt just from looking at him.

“Talk about surprises, right?” He scratches the back of his head self-deprecatingly.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I knew this the first moment I’ve met you two. I’ve been teasing Izu with it for ages.” You give him a cheeky grin back.

“Will he be okay?” The conversation is suddenly turning serious; Kirishima’s smile disappears for a second, worry etched all over his face as he waits for your answer. Katsuki not telling Izuku is one thing but Eijirou? You have no idea how the guy managed to keep this a secret for so long. It must have been terrible, Eijirou is all about gossip on a usual day and he wears his heart on his sleeves every single second.

“I’m not going to lie, he was really upset, but Katsuki just asked him to be his best man, and now he’s crying like a baby in his arms, so…”

For your surprise, Eijirou starts ugly crying just as you finish your sentence.

“That’s so manly, goddamnit!” It only takes him half a second to crush into you, suffocating you with his massive body, absolutely not bothered by your terrified yelp as you try to breathe and fail.

Well… today was full of surprises, that’s for sure, but you are so happy to be able to live such a wonderful and exciting life, a life full of surprises and love and oh fuck, how did you get so lucky?

It’s really hard not to start stressing about what comes next; life has been way too kind to you and everything is so perfect but… life can’t be this is easy, can it? Something must be on the way, something bad, something dark and menacing but you decide to hide this terrible thought under the hypothetical rug in your mind palace for now, knowing that whatever comes your way, if these people are still by your side, it can’t be that bad.

… this is what you thought back then. That it can’t be that bad… but life had other plans for you two.

The pink clouds shattered with the static of the TV, with the constant buzz of your phone. With Eijirou’s trembling voice, trying to stay strong for you.

You didn’t know there is a New Era coming your way, one that will probably be called a horrific name in the history books, something dramatic, something easy to remember, but terrible nonetheless.

Something like… the falling of the Number One.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Mina was wearing an extremely short skirt and a tank top that barely hid anything. In case you wondered. She’s cool like that.

- Why did they remake Katsuki’s room into the gym and not the guest room? Because they literally came up with that idea after they officially got together so they knew that room won’t be used anymore. There is an extra I have half-written if you guys want to know the full story behind those two so please leave a comment if you want me to post it in the future!

- In the original script they didn’t actually engage in this chapter, or at least not in front of everyone. Katsuki was supposed to pull Eijirou into his room and yell at him about his “easy to misinterpret” actions but he would’ve said yes to the proposal anyway but play dumb through the whole night and deny it, making the whole gang confused about what the fuck is going on but then as you know, my characters have a mind of their own and this happened. I remember making a dramatic gasp when Katsuki pulled out another ring because I genuinely didn’t know that’s gonna happen lol should I see a doctor? I probably should. 😂

- While I have the next chapter written already it might be a bit late and the reason is that I want to have the next one ready so you guys don’t need to wait for longer than a week for it because uhm… it ends with a massive cliffhanger. So get tissues and book an appointment with your therapist if you have one. If not, find one. Or don’t read it until the next one is out. That’s probably cheaper. I’m sorry in advance. My bestie @porusuniverse already read the chapter and I’m quite sure she almost had a meltdown by the end of it. 😂😇

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The Daughter's Return: Part 10

Secrets in the Files

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Word Count: 5.7k Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace CW: they’re just being cute and flirty ;)

You silently led the way, blindly crashing through the woods. You had to put as much distance between you all and the mansion. 

“Where are we going?” Ace asked, quick on your heels. 

“I dunno,” you breathed back. “Just keep running.”

You and Ace had each lit a soft glow of fire to illuminate the area around you, but you weren’t entirely sure where you were or where you were headed. Just away from the scene of the crime. Away from the hundreds of high-ranking officials. 

You finally made it to the outskirts of the town with a few isolated houses, and Ace pulled your arm back, forcing you to slow down. You couldn’t blame him, you were breathing heavily from the amount of sprinting you had done. Ace had ditched his Marine shirt a long time ago, but you weren’t granted the luxury of stripping your clothes. 

He pointed to a darkened house. “We should go in and lay low,” he whispered. 

It made you nervous being cornered like that. If anyone saw you go in, or if Marines were able to follow you, the two of you would be stuck. Neither of you fought well in close quarters. But you did need a place to hide, and it was unlikely that the Navy would be going door to door to look for two pirates. That kind of news would cause mass panic and bad publicity on their part.

You closed your eyes and extended your observation haki into the house, checking for any presence there. It was empty.

“Okay, let's go.” 

The back door was locked, but you found the key under a nearby stone. The two of you silently slipped into the house and relocked the door. Ace moved around the house, checking every other entrance point to ensure they were locked as well. 

Whoever had lived here hadn’t been back in a while. There was a thin layer of dust across the surfaces, which was a good sign. You wouldn’t have to worry about someone coming home. But someone had lived here. Based on the house layout and the photos on the fireplace mantle, it was a family of four. They looked happy. You wondered where they had gone to leave a house in such perfect condition. 

“All clear,” Ace said as he came back into the room. “You wanna change?”

You were still in a dress and heels. As much as you wanted to change, you didn’t even have anything to change into. You had left all of those things at the rendezvous point, and you couldn’t risk going back to a place where the signal had been let off. 

“There are some clothes in the master bedroom,” Ace said. “I figured we could camp out there for the night. It’s on the second story and isolated from the rest of the house, so we’ll know if someone is trying to get in.”

You nodded and followed Ace up to the room. He was right, strategically this would be the best place to hide. The curtains were already drawn, so you could keep a small light burning without anyone realizing you were in there. He had already lit a few candles and had placed them strategically around the room. 

You dug through the drawers for a comfortable set of clothes that would fit. The mother of the family seemed to be the same size as you, and you found a baggy t-shirt and pajama bottoms to wear for the night. Tomorrow you would change into something more practical, but you wanted to be comfortable for a while after wearing such a tight outfit. 

You went to untie your dress, but the string was caught on something. You tugged more forcefully, but it still wouldn’t budge. 

“Ace!” you called.

The door immediately swung open and Ace looked around the room, slightly panicked.

“Can you help me?” You turned around, holding your hair out of the way for him to see your predicament. 

“Uhm..” Ace’s hands hovered over your back as if he were afraid to touch you. “How can I help?”

“Just untie the knot,” you offered. “I should be able to wiggle out of it once the tension is loose.”

“Right.” Ace’s voice was tight and nervous. His fingers clumsily pulled at the bow, trying to free it. 

“Didn’t expect to be undressing me this early in the night, huh?” You were trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, but it just seemed to fuel it even more. 

Ace gave a shaky laugh, his fingers desperately pulling at the threads now. After a few tries, he muttered a string of curses, pulling so hard at the strings that you started to be tugged backward yourself. 

“I could just burn it off,” he offered. You could feel a soft heat behind you as he spoke. 

“Ace, calm down,” you said, giving a light laugh. “I’ll never forgive you if you burn this dress. I love it.”

“You do look…” Ace hesitated for a moment. “You look really nice in it.”

“So don’t burn it!” you chided. “Just slowly untangle the knot. I’m not in a rush.”

Ace’s fingers began pulling at the threads again, but this time he was much more purposeful and methodical in his actions. After a few minutes, you felt the top loosen, and Ace let out a sigh of relief. 

“Thank you,” you said, giving him a quick smile over your shoulder. “Now get out so I can change.”

He left the room, and you could hear him pacing the hallway as you quickly pulled off your dress and slipped on the clothes you had picked out. You finally opened the door once you were finished, and he walked back into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. 

He walked around the room, trying to keep himself busy as you sat down to remove your jewelry and face makeup at the vanity.

“My old man,” Ace said. “Is the strategy for facing him really just ‘run’? That’s it?”

“Yeah.” You wiped at your face and neck, eager to get the contour off. “If you’re trapped, you’re supposed to talk to him, make him like you. Run when you can. He doesn’t tend to chase after pirates, especially when he likes them.”

“Did he like you?”

You smirked even though Ace couldn’t see you. “Do you care?”

“No. What are these files?” Ace picked up the envelopes off the nightstand and held them out to you. He was trying to change the subject, but you could see a blush spreading across his cheeks as you watched him in the mirror. 

“Oh, those.” You had forgotten about them already. “I grabbed them to make it look like we were gathering information and throw them off the scent of the real mission. I don’t know what’s in them.”

Ace turned them over in his hands, examining the front of them. “They all look the same.”

You shrugged, giving up on your makeup removal, and joined Ace. “Should we check them out?”

Ace gave you an eager smile. “Gotta pass the time somehow.”

You took the files from him and spread them out on the floor. There were four in total. The two of you sat across from each other, the files between you.

“Pick one,” you said, giving Ace a nudge. 

Ace bit his lip and then pointed to the third one in the lineup. You picked it up and opened the contents. 

“Boring,” you groaned, already handing the file to him. “It’s just about Roger.”

Ace tensed, but he took the file. “Like the King of the Pirates?”

“Yeah.” Your fingers hovered over the files, trying to decide which one to pick for yourself. 

“You think that’s boring?” There was a hint of curiosity in his voice, even though he tried his best to keep it neutral.

“Yep.” You picked the first folder in the lineup. “I don’t think he was all that great, that’s all.”

“Why?” 

“I dunno.” You opened the packet, scanning through it. It was about a desert island back in Paradise. “He was King of the Pirates, that’s supposed to be neat I guess.” 

You gave a dramatic sigh and continued. “People hype Roger up because he started the Great Pirate Era, which is cool and all. But what else? What did he do before that? What legacy did he leave behind besides the One Piece?”

“It says here he may have a son,” Ace said evenly, eyes on the paper in front of him. 

You laughed at that. “That’s just a wild rumor and the Navy knows it. I don’t even know why they still include it in their reports.”

“He’d be about our age,” Ace commented. “You think you’d get along with him?”

“No way!” You scoffed at the mere idea of it. “Roger’s son and Whitebeard’s daughter? Can you imagine?”

Ace gave a nervous laugh, but you weren’t done. 

“There’s no way! Besides, if Roger’s son is real, I bet that kid is a total snob. He’s probably always using his father’s name to get away with stuff.”

Ace scowled at your comment. “I don’t think he would-”

“My daddy was the King of the Pirates!” you spoke in a high, mocking voice. “I can do whatever I want! I’m going to be just like him!” You broke into a fit of laughter just thinking about it. 

“No.” Ace’s voice was sharp, and your laughter was cut off from surprise. His tone was sharp, almost bitter.  “I don’t think he’d be like that. I bet he hates Roger.”

You hadn’t thought about it like that. 

“Well, then he’s a leg up in my book. It’s probably the only way I would like him,” you said, giving another light chuckle. The whole idea was absurd. You returned back to your papers about the small island that hadn’t received rain in two years. 

“Do you think he deserved to be born?” Ace asked. 

You looked up at him in surprise, but his eyes were glued to the file in front of him.

“Roger?” 

“His son,” Ace clarified.

That was certainly an unexpected question. You thought about it for a moment, trying to decide the best way to answer. 

“Yeah. If he’s out there, I think Roger’s son deserved to be born. But I don’t think Roger deserved to have a son. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah.” Ace’s voice was hoarse when he spoke, and he flipped the file shut and set it on the ground. “Kind of.”

“I’m just saying Roger may have been King, but I’m not sure he was a good person,” you tried to explain. “He and Pops were rivals, but I think Pops did way more for the oppressed people than Roger. Nobody even knows what Roger did during his time as a pirate besides making it to Laugh Tale. If he wasn’t a good person, then he didn’t deserve a child as his legacy.”

“I know what you’re trying to say,” Ace said, but you could hear dejection in his voice.

“If Roger’s son is out there, I hope he got out of his father’s shadow,” you said, a softness in your voice as you suddenly sympathized with this unknown man. “It’s hard living in a shadow that size. Wouldn’t blame him if he hated his old man, just like you said.”

“Yeah,” Ace said, looking at you closely. “The pressure of living in the shadow of a legend is-”

“The kid’s probably long dead though.” You wanted to change the topic away from being too personal. “The Navy went on a mission trying to find any heirs the moment Roger died. I remember Pops being really worried and bringing me back on board. After that, I rarely left the ship until two years ago.”

Ace perked up at the topic opportunity. “When you went to Wano?”

“When I went to an undisclosed area,” you corrected. 

“Did you meet Yamato?” Ace asked. He had his spark back, which gave you some relief.

“Yamato?”

“Kaido’s son.”

You laughed out loud. “No, Ace! I didn’t sail to Onigaishima and meet Kaido’s son. What kind of question is that?!”

Ace puckered out his lips, pouting at your ridicule. “I did.”

“You did what?”

“Sailed to Onigaishima and met Yamato.”

You snorted in disbelief. “I know it’s hard to believe that I went to Wano, but you don’t have to make fun of me.”

“I’m not!” Ace defended. “I really did that!”

“Really?” You laid your sarcasm on thick. “I’m guessing Kaido didn’t mind the intruder?”

“You never believe my stories,” Ace huffed. 

“Because they’re unbelievable!” you cried. “I’m sorry, but I find it hard to believe that Kaido let you come hang out with his son, and you came away from both of them unscathed.”

“Yamato hates his father,” Ace said, his brows knitted together in irritation. “And Kaido wasn’t there when I went.”

“And you just sailed into Onigaishima by accident?”

“Well…” Ace scratched the back of his head, clearly embarrassed. “I went to kill Kaido.”

“What is with you and killing emperors!?” you scoffed. “I bet Yamato and I would have a lot to bond over, with you trying to kill our fathers!”

“I hope you get to meet him one day,” Ace said, his voice dreamy and far off as he thought of the possibility. “I want to help free Wano from Kaido’s reign. And so does Yamato.”

“Count me in too, then,” you said. “Let’s tell Pops when we get back. We’ll get together a team and-”

“No,” Ace said firmly. “I already talked to Pops. He said we have to wait for the right moment.”

“But if we-”

“It’ll come,” Ace said. “I don’t know when, but it will come. And we’ll be there.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “We will.”

“What’s your file about?” Ace asked, looking at your hand. 

“Kinda boring,” you admitted. “Missing princess. Small country being manipulated by a warlord. Navy report speaks like they know what’s happening, they just are observing for another year and a half before they make a decision on if they should revoke his warlord status or not.”

“The World Government is really an agency of the people, huh?” Ace’s voice was filled with anger. 

“Give me another file,” you said, putting your current one down. “This one is making me depressed.”

Ace handed you a file and picked up his own. 

Yours was on a recent attack from the Revolutionary Army. It wasn’t anything special. You could see that the report had obviously been falsified in some areas. The Revolutionary Army didn’t just attack people in small villages for fun. 

Reading between the lines, it looked like the Revolutionary Army had stopped illegal weapon trades in a small port town, and had gotten blamed for the aftermath that came with taking down the weapons dealers. 

The Navy had “intervened”, placed the blame of weapons on the Revolutionaries, and had taken credit for solving the problem overnight. The whole thing made your blood boil. There had been multiple Revolutionary leaders present for the battle, but thankfully all of them had escaped from the Navy’s clutches. While you didn’t know any of the Revolutionaries personally, you kept tabs on them in case you needed to reach out. The enemy of an enemy was usually a friend. And your mutual enemy had sullied their name for self-preservation.

“Tell me about yours,” Ace said. He could tell you were upset. You never hid it well. Especially with him.

“I’d rather not,” you said, slamming your file down. The Navy was always taking credit for things they didn’t have a part in. It infuriated you. “Tell me about yours.”

“It’s a Rookie Report!” Ace sounded thrilled, and you crawled over next to him to look at the file. 

“Is Luffy there?” you asked as you scanned through the pictures. 

“Not yet. He turns seventeen in a few months, and then he’ll definitely make this list.”

“Who’s on the list now?” Your head leaned gently on his shoulder, watching him flip through the papers.

He stiffened at your touch, but instantly relaxed again. “There are three pretty notorious ones. Capone Bege, Trafalgar Law, and Eustass Kid. Each of them comes from a different ocean. But they’re already making enough of a name that the World Government is starting to get nervous.”

“I've heard of Capone and Trafalgar before,” you noted. “Capone is a big mafia name in the West Blue right? And Trafalgar…” You remembered where you had heard that name, and how you weren’t supposed to disclose that information to anyone. “He’s up North, right?”

“Right. And Eustass Kid is in the South Blue. Which leaves the East Blue wide open territory for a new rookie.”

You smiled up at your sandy-haired commander. “Luffy’s stomping ground.”

He grinned back at you. “Exactly.”

You nuzzled yourself further into the crook of his neck when you felt him stiffen again. His thumb roughly rubbed across your throat as he examined the day-old bruises scattered across your neck.

“What happened?” he demanded, his voice suddenly brash. “Did that Admiral touch you? I told you-”

“You did that, idiot,” you said, jerking away from Ace. You rubbed your neck, conscious of his eyes on you. “Last night.”

“I did that?” 

“I didn’t have any other guys sucking on my neck!”

“Okay, okay! Calm down,” Ace hissed, glancing nervously at the door. There was nobody else in the house, but you understood his jumpiness. 

His fingers reached out again, softly grazing over your tender skin. They were gentler than earlier, sending a shiver down your spine. 

You could feel your heart rate starting to pick up, the air suddenly charged with electricity between the two of you.

“Did you like it?” His voice was soft, his eyes peering at the few marks still left.

You gave a silent nod, your voice failing you. Your chest was tight from anticipation, waiting to see what he’d do next. 

“Do you want me to do it again?” His voice was low and smoky, and you could feel your body beginning to melt at his words. 

His gaze moved to your lips, and then up to your eyes, waiting for your answer. You opened your mouth to respond, but you still couldn’t manage to get words out. 

You both stared at each other for a moment, Ace’s eyes trailing back down to your lips. His fingers were still tracing the bruises on your skin, waiting patiently. 

You finally gave a nod, and Ace wasted no time diving into you. His hands wrapped around you and pulled you into his lips. 

You moved to get more comfortable, sitting in his lap and wrapping your legs around his waist while you swirled your tongue against his. Your fingers quickly became entangled in his hair, and you sent soft moans of pleasure into his mouth. He held you tightly against his body, and you grinded against his core in a passionate response. 

Your enthusiasm seemed to humor him, because you could feel his lips tugging into a smile as he pulled away momentarily.

“Slow down, love,” Ace purred, moving down to your neck to pick up where he had left off last night. “We’ve got plenty of time and nobody to stop us now.”

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The Deployment Diaries Part 8 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You take a deep dive into work to distract yourself from missing Bradley while he's gone.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, angst, adult banter, smut

Length: 4100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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

Bradley was delighted to find out that the dirty photos were not a one off. You spoiled him so well. As the carrier was leaving the San Diego harbor, you texted him three photos.  The first one was simply a cute selfie of you smiling and sitting on the kitchen floor with Tramp on your lap. The other two had him stepping away from Nat so he could get a closer look. You had somehow managed to put on his flight suit and aviators one day without him knowing. The suit was huge on you, and you'd left it unzipped, leaving your breasts and landing strip exposed. You were smirking, and pushing his sunglasses low on your nose.

"Holy fuck," he muttered as he scrolled to the last one. It was you in that UVA shirt you loved so much. You took the photo over your shoulder in the mirror with the shirt pulled up, so he got to see your gorgeous tits and your round ass in the same photo.  He was scrambling to call you while he still could. "Hi, Roo!" you said, and your voice still sounded tear-filled. "I miss you already!" "Baby Girl, you're getting me hard and you're not even here. Thanks for the photos." "You're welcome," you replied with a watery giggle. "I love you." "I love you, too." ---------------------------------------- When you got home around lunchtime, you ran into your bedroom, Tramp right on your heels. You opened the nightstand drawer to find another paper airplane note and something wrapped in tissue paper. This note was addressed to you and Tramp, and a laugh bubbled from your lips. "It's for you, too," you told the dog, sitting down on the floor next to him. He jumped into your lap and licked your hands as you opened the note. Hi, loves of my life. I got this so we can all match now. I already miss you terribly, and I can't wait to be home again.I love you, Roo You unwrapped a yellow dog collar with a shiny, golden dog tag that read Tramp. It looked just like your necklace charm, which Bradley got for you to mirror his own dog tags.  You smiled as you replaced Tramp's plain black collar with the new one. "It's from daddy. He misses us already." Tramp just snuggled up closer to you, and you held him tight when the tears started again.  ----------------------------------- Bradley settled into a routine. Daily flight briefings each morning, lunch with Nat, flight simulation in the afternoon, and then dinner before hitting the gym. He felt relaxed in the gym this time, since the environment was Amaya free. And Nat had him doing some sort of weird pilates stretching that was actually helping him sleep better. Which was great, because his bunkmate snored.  Maybe he just needed to be deployed with Phoenix all the time. He was spending a good bit of his time with her, and not that he was looking at other women, but very few had been approaching him at all. Other than one woman who occasionally asked if he could spot for her in the gym while she did some bench presses. He had agreed to help her, and she ended up talking about her husband and kids the whole time while Bradley talked about you and Tramp. It was nice.  But it was more than a solid week in now, and Bradley still didn't get permission for a phone call or Facetime call, and he was getting so antsy. All he had been able to do was exchange a few emails with you. He learned that the three new engineers from Annapolis had arrived in your lab, and your commanding officer was letting you assemble the team as you saw fit.  Bradley was so fucking proud of you. You were so smart and so good at your job. He still wanted to get you up in the air with him, because he was sure you'd understand how to update the F/A-18 training protocols even better if you experienced it for yourself. Plus you'd get your own flight suit, and therefore you'd be the hottest backseater in history.  ------------------------------------- You had been nervous to meet the new engineers on loan from Annapolis, but they all turned out to be pretty great. Reggie was a good bit older than you and had a PhD in physics. Sonya grew up near your hometown, so you had a lot to talk with her about. And Josh was close to your age. He was also tall, dark and good looking. Not as good looking as Bradley, but still. You were thinking about introducing him to Maria.  "You need help with that?" Josh asked you as you struggled to carry a shipment box down the hallway from your tiny office to your lab. "Sure, thanks," you said with a smile, and he effortlessly took it from your hands and followed you back to the lab. You set Reggie up unpacking the new equipment. "Can you help me grab the rest from my office?" you asked Josh, and he instantly agreed.  You walked side by side down the hallway and fell into a conversation about where he was from. You had noticed he had a bit of a drawl like Hangman. "I'm from Houston," he told you with a charming smile.  "The only time I've ever been to Texas was to visit the Technical Training Center in San Antonio," you told him. "Is that close to Houston?" "Not too far. About a three hour drive. But Houston is much cooler. Go for the BBQ, stay for the cowboys," he told you with a wink. You laughed. "Sounds like a good time." You chatted as you made several trips up and down the hallways together. "If we were at the Naval Academy together, it's a shame we didn't meet sooner," Josh said. Your heart was starting to beat a little faster at the tone of his voice. Was he flirting with you? You weren't quite sure what to say. And when you stood together in your office, it was very apparent how small the room really was.  "Yeah," you replied cautiously. "Well, I was a bit of a bookworm, so I didn't make it out to a ton of parties or campus events." Josh chuckled as he held the door open for you. "You don't look like a bookworm." You pressed your lips together, and when you got back to the lab, you joined Sonya and Reggie at one of the long tables. ------------------------------------------ When you had a meeting with Commander Bickel, he asked you what you thought of the Annapolis crew. "They all work really hard. I don't know which one is going to be the best fit yet, but give it some time." And as it turned out, you worked well with each of them. They were all easy to get along with, especially Josh. You and he were exactly the same age and had a lot in common. He did seem to get a little flirty at times, but if he started to cross a line, you would just have to let him know you had a boyfriend. It wasn't a big deal. But Bradley had been gone for almost two weeks, and you had only been able to email with him. It was agony. The only bright spot was getting to spend your evenings with Tramp.  "Hey, buddy!" you called every day when you got home from work. The little ball of black and brown fur bounded out to meet you at the front door. He jumped and licked your hands almost nonstop until you clipped his leash on him and took him for a walk. He lived for his early evening walks, and you had been able to meet a bunch of your neighbors who also had dogs.  Two Fridays after Bradley shipped out, your phone rang during your walk with Tramp. You wrenched the thing out of your jeans pocket, almost losing it down a storm grate in the process. Restricted caller.  "Bradley?!" "Baby Girl!" "I miss you!" you gushed. "I miss you so much! How are you?" "I'm fine, Sweetheart. But I only have five minutes. Tell me how you are." "I'm out walking Tramp. He sends his puppy love," you said and relished the sound of Bradley's chuckle echoing through the phone. "Work has been insanely busy, which is great. I like all of the engineers so far. It's going to be hard to decide who gets to stay with the program." "Don't spend too much time at work," he told you, and your brain shifted to last night when you and Josh had eaten takeout together in the lab after hours as you worked on your program.  "I won't, Roo. How's Phoenix? She keeping an eye out for you?" Bradley filled you in on some of his mission details and promised you that he and Nat were doing great.  "I get to Facetime next week. Which day works for you?" he asked as you walked back up your sidewalk. "Any day! Any time! Just call and I will answer!" -------------------------------------- So you found yourself in the lab late into the evenings again the following week. You felt better in the lab than at home without Bradley. And you knew Tramp would be okay for another hour or so, since he had access to his doggy door. You had dismissed Reggie, Josh and Sonya for the day, but Josh had offered to stay late and help you. He must really want this position if he was willing to put in the overtime.  You and he were working on coding for the new software, and your eyes were getting so tired. "I wish I had worn my glasses today. This is rough." "Here, let's just enlarge the font size," he told you, gently removing your hands from the keyboard to adjust it for you. You sucked in a breath when he touched you, and then tried to play it off. "I bet you look cute in your glasses, though," he added. You froze, unsure how to respond. "Uh, you don't have to enlarge the font too much, or then it will be annoying for you." You needed to bring up Bradley, but how? You'd already known Josh for three weeks, and you'd said nothing about your boyfriend. It was kind of a big deal to you to keep personal conversations out of the workplace.  Shit. He was turning and smiling at you. "It's cool. As long as you can see better." You drew in a deep breath just as your phone rang. You stood to pull it from your uniform pocket, and Josh tracked your body with his eyes. Restricted Facetime Caller.  "I need to take this!" you told Josh, and you were answering the call before you even took a step away. As soon as you saw his face, your heart melted. He looked so handsome, and his hair was still wet from the shower. "Bradley!" "Baby Girl, I miss you! Is it a bad time? I see you're still at work." "No, no, no, just hang on a second," you told him with a smile. "I'll be back soon," you told Josh before you turned toward the door with your phone. "Who's that guy?" Bradley asked, after you presumed he was able to catch a glimpse of Josh as you were walking away.  "Josh, one of the engineers from Annapolis. He offered to stay late and help me tonight." You hustled down the hallway and unlocked your office door. "Hm," Bradley grunted as he frowned and raised one eyebrow. You closed yourself in your office and sat down at your desk. "God, Roo, you look and sound so good. All the pictures of you on my phone aren't cutting it for me." Bradley's hard expression melted into a smile for you. "Speaking of pictures, when did you take that one in my flight suit? You look like some sort of pinup model, and it does crazy things to my heart whenever I look at it." You giggled and licked your lips, and Bradley audibly moaned. "A pinup model? You want me to make you a calendar for your birthday?" you asked, knowing how much fun it was to tease him a little bit over Facetime. ---------------------------------------- Bradley's eyes went wide and his jaw went slack. He leaned in closer to the ipad screen and your grinning face. "Are you serious right now? You'd do that for me?" He watched you shrug, your khaki uniform shirt sliding over your breasts in the most alluring way. Bradley's dick was getting hard as he sat here in a little booth in the quiet area talking to you. He'd been jerking off to the photos of you when he could, but this was just painful, because he could hear you and see you and his body was demanding you. "Yeah, I'm serious right now. If you're interested. Of course you'd have to hang it up inside our bedroom closet or somewhere else nobody could see it!" "Fuck, Sweetheart. Yeah, that's what I want for my birthday. That, and an entire day in bed with you." "Consider it done," you said with a smirk, and he was groaning and biting his knuckle. God, you looked fucking delighted with yourself.  "Now tell me what's going on with your mission and Phoenix!" Bradley took a deep breath and filled you in on a few details. Soon he would be in Japan for a few days, and assuming he could get a good wi-fi connection, he would be able to Facetime then.  "I can't wait to eat roughly my body weight in sushi," he told you with a smile.  "Good luck being able to afford 220 pounds of sushi on your per diem," you replied with a laugh.  "I love your laugh. I swear I dream about it at night," Bradley told you. "My bunkmate snores, so I've been working on a playlist for you and falling asleep to it at night to drown out the snoring." "You're making me a new playlist?" you asked, cradling your chin in your palm. Bradley knew playlists were your love language.  "Yeah, it's all the love songs that remind me of you. It's almost ten hours long already." "Roo," you sighed, and his heart clenched for you.  "Shit, Sweetheart. Time's up. I'll email you and we can Facetime when I'm in Japan. I love you." "I love you too, Roo!" Bradley disconnected the call and stood with a sigh. Luckily his boner had abated a bit, but now he was missing you terribly. That was the problem with only being able to talk to you occasionally; he either felt rejuvenated or shitty after the call ended. This time he felt extra shitty as he remembered what you had told him about Josh.  Bradley did not appreciate that Josh was constantly offering to stay late with you. That was basically guy code for 'trying to get into your pants'. Who the hell did that guy think he was? Sitting there at your laptop when you stood up? He even looked smug to Bradley.  All Bradley could hope for was that you were talking about him so frequently, nobody would even think to make a move on you. ----------------------------------------- When you returned to the lab with a smile on your lips, Josh pulled your chair out for you.  "Thanks," you murmured, and you watched him tapping away on your keyboard.  "Who was it that called you?" Josh asked, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. "My boyfriend, Bradley. He's deployed right now," you told him, checking his lines of code as he went.  "Oh yeah? He's a sailor? How long is his deployment?" "He's an aviator. It's an eight week deployment," you said, writing something down in your notebook to make sure you fixed a line later. "That's a long time. Those guys have terrible deployment reputations," he said, keeping his eyes on the screen.  "Nah, he's a good one." But you thought briefly how much easier it would be to date someone like Josh. Someone who wasn't constantly deployed and breaking your heart in the process. "Hmm, my wife would lose her mind if I was deployed for that long. Good for you." "You're married?" you asked, not sure why on earth you were still engaging in personal conversation with him.  "Yeah, her name is Chelsea. We got married last year. You'd probably get along well with her. She's really bored hanging out in our apartment all day. Maybe you'd want to meet her?" You suddenly felt much better about spending extra hours with Josh. If he was married, there was no way he was actually flirting with you. "Yeah, I'd love to meet her." He turned and smiled at you. "Great. I'll set something up." ------------------------------------------- Bradley was in sushi heaven. A conveyor belt was literally delivering delectable pieces of everything he could ever want to eat right to him. He already loved Osaka, Japan, and he was definitely bringing you back here with him someday.  "Haven't you had enough?" Nat asked from the stool next to his. "You've eaten so much, people are looking at us!" "No, Nat, I have not had enough. This shit is authentic and delicious. Grab that spicy tuna when it comes back around, would ya?" He was rolling some sashimi around in soy sauce with his chopsticks when he heard her ask for the bill. "Hey, I'm not done!" "Hurry up. It's almost 8 pm in San Diego. Aren't you supposed to be calling your girlfriend?" "Oh, shit. It got late." "Yeah, that's what happens when you spend an hour and a half eating lunch, Rooster."  So they hustled out of the restaurant and found a quiet park bench where Bradley could call you using wifi. But the call was taking forever to connect.  "She should be home. She told me she would be." His mind automatically flashed to you staying late in your lab with Josh. You'd been doing that a lot lately, according to your emails.  "Just give her a second," Nat said, and then you answered. You were in bed wearing your glasses and reading, and Tramp was next to you. And Bradley audibly let out a sigh of relief.  "Bradley! We miss you!" you said, aiming the phone down at Tramp, and Bradley got a good eyeful of your legs. You were wearing his tee shirt and your underwear, and now Bradley was almost salivating. "Tramp, buddy. I miss you," he said, and the dog perked right up. "I miss your mommy, too." "How's Japan?" "I love it here. You thought I couldn't eat my body weight in sushi, and you were wrong. Here, talk to Nat." "Oh my God, he's a nightmare," Nat told you once she had taken the phone from his hand. "I don't know how you deal with him on a daily basis." Bradley heard you cracking up. "It's not easy. He eats so much food!" Bradley rolled his eyes as Nat told you in detail how much he ate for lunch and how embarrassed she was when she got the detailed bill. "It said we ate a combined 57 pieces of sushi. I only had a dozen!" "I'm not even surprised," you responded. "How are you, Nat? I miss you both. The Hard Deck is boring without you there!" "We're fine. Flying a mission the day after tomorrow. Of course it's boring there without me. You're probably stuck playing darts with Jake. And I gotta tell you, Bradley is a bit of a mess without you. He likes to ramble on about you when we eat lunch together." Bradley took his phone back from his friend. "She already knows how pitiful I am over her, Nat. Don't you, Baby Girl?" he asked, looking at your face again. "I'm going to take a walk over there," Nat said, giving Bradley some privacy. "You're not pitiful, Roo. It's endearing and maybe just a tiny bit pathetic, but never pitiful." "Thanks, Sweetheart. I appreciate that. You home for the night? Not going back out?" "I'm dressed for bed! Where would I be going this late?" you asked, and Bradley watched Tramp stretch up and lick your cheek. God, he was so jealous of that animal.  "Just checking. You've been spending a lot of time at work." He added with Josh in his mind.  And then he had to listen to you confirm what he had been thinking. "Yeah, I stayed a bit late today, but only until Chelsea called Josh and told him she had dinner ready. I'll probably stay late again tomorrow. The coding goes so much faster with two people." This man did not sound to Bradley like someone who was married. Hell, Bradley wasn't even married to you yet, and he was home as promptly after work as was humanly possible so he could spend his time with you. "Do Reggie and Sonya ever stay late?" he asked, getting mad at himself for feeling the way he did. "Not yet, but when we reach the next interface, it's more Sonya's specialty, so maybe then she will. But I don't want to talk about work, Roo." "What do you want to talk about, Baby Girl?" "I don't really want to talk at all." Bradley's brow scrunched up as he was about to question what that meant, but he watched as you set Tramp down on the floor, and then you started pulling his oversized shirt up and over your belly. A second later he was staring at your breasts, and a second after that, the shirt was gone completely. "Oh, shit!" He started longingly as you propped your phone up and knelt in front of it. "I would rather watch you while I touch myself. I think this is the only way I'll be able to get any relief." Bradley watched with bated breath as you ran your fingers along your beautiful tits before letting one hand drift down into the front of your lacy thong. He knew that underwear by heart, had taken it off of you so many times. "Baby Girl, you're giving me a boner on a park bench in a foreign country. Holy shit, you are so fucking sexy." Bradley glanced around, found that nobody was too close to him, and spotted Nat sitting over by the fountain.  He gave you his full attention. You used your free hand to yank your underwear down, and now Bradley was able to see you working your fingers around your clit. "Keep talking, Roo. God, I love your voice so much." He took a deep breath. "I keep thinking about the first time I saw you in that underwear. You wore those to the barracks on Halloween when you were dressed in that little Tinker Bell costume." You bit your lip and slipped your fingers inside while Bradley gaped at you. "I was also wearing them when you fingered me next to the Bronco the evening after the Padres game. You just didn't get a chance to see them that time." You tipped your head back and your breathing was getting heavier. "Fuck! Y/N. I need you to come. I need to watch you come while you're riding your own fingers and talking to me." So you looked back at him, pumped your fingers harder and harder as your thumb moved to your clit.  "Come on, Baby Girl. I want to hear you moaning. I want to see that pretty face all flushed." "Bradley!" you moaned as you came, and he was so familiar with the noises you made, he was actually panting now. "Roo! Oh!" He watched as you grabbed your phone and collapsed back against the pillows, your tits bouncing beautifully as you did so. "Thanks, Sexy. I needed that," you said as you giggled and licked your fingers clean. "Fuck it. I'm heading to the airport and flying home." You giggled more and he smiled at you. "You feel better now?" "Yes. Much." "Good for you, Sweetheart. Now I'm going to have to deal with some blue balls, but it was definitely worth it to see that show."

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Well, this deployment feels different than the last one.

Part 9

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Conveniently Yours

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

Synopsis: In a desperate attempt to pay for your mom's cancer treatment you take a job as a dancer at one of NYC's prestigious strip clubs where you meet Jake Seresin who just happens to need a wife.

Warnings: Cancer, talk of death, talk of parental death, cursing, eventual smut. Uhhhh nothing else I can think of. If I missed anything I apologize!

Word count: 1k

A/N: Prologue is here! I'm going to try getting chapter one out today or tomorrow, just depends on what my holiday plans end up being!

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“The board thinks it would be good for the company’s image if you had a woman at your side.” Jake Seresin rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. The sleeve of his shirt pulled down enough to show off the expensive Rolex on his wrist as he rubbed his eyes out of frustration.

“That’s ludicrous. What does my relationship status have to do with a fucking tech company’s image?” He stared over at Javy who just stared back apologetically.

On the other side of the meeting table Chester Cain cleared his throat. Fucking fossil that asshat was. Jake had been hoping that when his father retired and passed the company on to him that Cain would take his leave as well. Apparently Cain decided to make it his personal mission to throw a wrench in every aspect of Jake’s life until he died a bitter old man. “The latest tabloid photos of your escapades have caused a downturn in our stock numbers. You either stay out of the public eye,” Jake let out a snort. That wasn’t going to happen. He was a social creature, he couldn’t just avoid the public eye. Not when you were the CEO of the world’s largest tech giant. He was named number one in Forbes latest “Forty under Forty”. Avoiding publicity wasn’t a possibility for him. Besides, he liked seeing his face plastered everywhere. 

“Or you settle down. Get married to a respectable woman. Not one of these aireheaded heiresses you like so much.” If looks could kill Cain would have met his long overdue death right now.

Marriage?

Sure, maybe when he’d been young and naive he had thought about marriage. Then he started to really date and he learned that money is what ruled the prerogative of most. Women didn’t want him for who he was, they wanted him for what he had. After getting burned more than he felt his fair share, Jake knew a meaningful relationship wasn’t in the cards for him.

Javy could see that his vision was growing red and he called the meeting. If they let it go on any further it was bound to get explosive. “We’ll come back next week and discuss this further.”

The other board members cleared the room, Cain staying longer, intent on saying something but Javy stopped him before he could. 

“I wish the old man would bite the dust already.” Jake mumbled dryly. “What changed? I mean, our stocks waver all the time. That’s the nature of the fucking stock exchange.” As far as he was aware the stock hadn’t dropped that drastically. Maybe a point or two, nothing they couldn’t come back from.

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“I’m sorry, we’ve tried everything to get approval through insurance, but they won’t approve it.” Doctor Sandlin’s eyes held an apologetic look as he watched you take in the information. For weeks they’d submitted everything they could, he’d been on the phone with the insurance company more times than he really cared and still they denied to cover your mother’s cancer treatments.

You felt your mother squeeze your hand from her spot next to you. “What does that mean doctor?” Her normally vibrant voice was weak. She’d already gone without several rounds of her chemo and the cancer was hitting back hard.

The treatments had been doing well and she was getting closer and closer to beating it and then suddenly insurance flipped the switch. Refusing to cover any of her costs.

“It means any future chemotherapy sessions will have to be paid out of pocket prior to treatment.” You stared at a poster on the exam room wall. Your vision started going blurry as you tried to wrack your brain for something you could do. 

In all her life your mom had never done any wrong to anyone she’d ever met. You wished you were half as kind hearted as she was. Ellen had never met a stranger, she never made an enemy. Your friends loved her, but maybe that was because she was like a second mom. Out of all your closest friends, you were the only one that had a stable home environment. Two loving parents, you didn’t have a ton of money growing up, but you never had to worry about a meal or having a warm bed to sleep in.

Everything came crashing down two years ago, when your dad had been killed in a mugging. Suddenly your family was without a father and without the main source of income. You’d nearly completed nursing school, but you had to drop out to work way more than full time to make ends meet. And then when your mother started her cancer treatments she couldn’t work anymore, which left you as the sole bread maker. 

“If she doesn’t get the treatments, how long does she have?” It was a question you weren’t sure you wanted answered, but knew it needed to be.

“A matter of months.”

“And with the treatment?”

“Provided it works, she could go into full remission and have years left.”

You drew in a shaky breath, tears brimming in your eyes as you pictured life without your mom. Of course you always knew one day it would happen. Just…you hadn’t imagined it being this soon.

“I’ll figure it out. We’ll schedule her next chemo treatment and I’ll have the money.” Both your mom and Doctor Sandling looked at you, your mom with concern and Doctor Sandlin with skeptical pity. You weren’t backing down. Not anytime soon.

You hadn’t been able to save your dad, but you would be damned if you didn’t at least try to save your mom.

While your mom scheduled the chemo appointment you walked around the corner, not wanting her to hear what you were about to do.

The phone rang a couple of times before Natasha finally answered.

 “Nix, is the club still looking for another dancer?”

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“j-ji. please. i can't – ah!!” you sob. your back arches off the bed as you shake and tingle. tears spill from the corner of your eyes. it's hard to breathe but you feel so so good. 

jisung simply hums. his hand gliding up your stomach slowly. your skin hot to the touch and burning the palm of his hand whilst getting it coated in sweat. your breath hitches in your throat as he rolls your sensitive and swollen nipples between his fingers.

“you can.” he purrs. you shake your head side to side violently as you sob. you give him a hazy look. your face covered in tears, sweat and drool whilst your eyes are droopy and hazy. you're long gone; long entered your sub-space. 

“no?”  he questions, his eyebrow raising. his hair is still neatly in place despite the sweat that drips from his forehead. a white shirt with a waistcoat on his body, the sleeves rolled to the elbow whilst dress pants sit on his lower half. his cock straining against the material painfully.

the want and need to strip himself of his clothing and fuck you is so strong, it makes him feel feral but he's enjoying the view right now.

he halts his movements. a silver dildo that is filled with bumps is currently penetrating your ass. jisung has been teasing and playing with your for hours on end. endlessly driving the dildo in and out off your sopping hole making the lewdest of sounds. he's driven you to your nth orgasm of the night. 

“n-no! please continue.” you beg, reaching down and grabbing his wrist as an attempt to force him to move the dildo again.

“but you were complaining a second ago. why should i continue, mhm?” he smirks a little. you whimper and shake, your hole clenching around the toy. you dig your nails into the skin of his wrist as you look at him with a hazy smile and tear filled eyes.

“because it feels so good, sir.”

“say please.” jisung leans over you and licks his lips. your eyes track his movement as he leans down. his face close to yours. you can smell his perfume that's mixed in with his natural scent of sweat. his breath fans against your lips.

“please.” you whisper. with a satisfied hum, he resumes the thrusting of the toy. your back arches once again as the pleasure from earlier is quick to resume alongside the all too familiar heat in the pit of your stomach.

“good. you're doing so good for me.” jisung purrs. you whine before wrapping one arm weakly around his neck and pulling him down with as much force as possible so his lips touch yours. his eyes widen at the sudden movement but is soon quick to kiss back, dominating it in the process.

it's sloppy. everything is sloppy. the kiss. your hole; but it's good! 

“so greedy.” jisung mumbles. he pushes the toy in further. he moves it fast and then slow and then fast again, alternating between the two speeds. your body shakes and shivers. hands gripping onto the sheets and jisung as if your life depends on it. your hole clenches around the toy desperately as it caresses your insides perfectly.

“o-only for you.” to manage to choke out in-between your onslaught of moans and whines.

the heat rises. it builds and builds in the pit of your stomach. it knocks the air out off your lungs and with jisung kissing you as well as teasing your nipples and sucking on your neck, your nth orgasm is fast approaching.

jisung notices by the way your face is scrunched up and the way you're holding your breath. your knuckles turn white as you cling. you're unable to kiss him back as all your attention has turned to the dildo and the sensitivity of your body. you're hyper aware of everything and you're body and it scares you to some extent but having jisung beside you is a comfort because you're safe.

“be a good pup and cum for me and maybe i’ll reward you with what you want the most.” 

you whimper as you cling onto him desperately. he watches you, staring you down and making eye contact. you're forced to look at him. his gaze is overpowering and you dare disobey him. he looks menacing, mischievous and dominating. it sends shivers up and down your spine. tingles in your toes and fingers. with each pull and push of the dildo, his bicep noticeable flexes under his sleeves.

“j-ji.. can't. cum, need to. want to.” 

“do it. you have my permission.” you bite down on your bottom lip harshly. your body twitches and muscles convulse as your orgasm hits hard. you pant heavily, jisung keeping the dildo moving in your pulsating and sloppy hole. 

“i can want you cum over and over again. such a beautiful sight to see.” he pulls the toy out off you slowly with a wet pop! he positions himself between your legs, fingers hastily unzipping and fishing his cock out off his trousers.

"however, im at my limit. bear with me a while longer pup."

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It's all academic darlin' PART 10/10

~33k+ Hangster AU. IceMav established in background.

Bradley is a professor but living his best life with IceMav parents. Jake is a pilot. Maverick sort-of tries (and fails) to play matchmaker, so he tries again. Touch of epistolary and sprinkling of one-sided unknown/mistaken-identity.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9

            They finally leave, all looking a little shell-shocked, mainly because Bradley had pulled out his tablet and gone through photos from a weekend he’d spent with Mav and Admiral Kazansky at the cabin. Seeing Admiral Kazansky wearing a fishing hat was apparently too much for Javy.

            “You enjoy that as much as you thought you would?” Bradley asks him, wiping down the bench and stacking the dish drawer with the bowls.

            “Yeah, Javy liking you was the best bit though.”

            The smile Bradley gives him is wide and pleased.

            “Good. I’m glad… we can never let our friends meet though. It’ll be guaranteed mutual destruction by mocking from them all combined.”

            “Yeah, you do have a point. Pretty sure we’d both enjoy it though.”

            Bradley hums, seems to agree with him at least in principle and Jake is glad Bradley seemed to like them as much as they liked Bradley. Relationship with Admiral Kazansky notwithstanding.

            “Bed?”

            “You want to go to sleep already?” Jake asks, jutting his hip out as he leans against the bench. Sure enough Bradley takes it as the invitation it is and presses himself against him. Hums again and the sound is something he might start just responding to.

            “I didn’t say I wanted to go to sleep. I want to take you to bed. Again. You need to be better acquainted with my bed. I know the carrier racks are small, come mess up my bed with me.”

            “Yeah, okay, you don’t have to ask me twice. Come on.”

…         …         …

            He wakes early, savors the warmth of Jake’s body beside him and stretches a little. His own body is feeling the skittishness of needing to run so he gives into it, places a soft kiss to the curve of Jake’s shoulder as he shifts away.

            “I’m just going for a run. You stay here…” he murmurs quietly.

            “Mmph. Don’t have to tell me twice…” Jake mutters, burrowing back under the covers and Bradley quietly gathers his running gear and slips out to change in the living room. He pulls on his shoes and sets out, his usual route is just over six miles which takes him under an hour. It’s still early and he sees other regulars out and either waves or does the acknowledgment-nod of early morning runners. He falls into the meditative state, the sound of his shoes hitting the ground rhythmic and as always it helps him think.

            He doesn’t have a lot to think about, definitely not where Jake is concerned, that feels great. However, some of his research is in a finnicky stage and not working, which could be caused by a variety of factors and it’s going to be a methodical process of elimination to figure out what it is exactly. His students all seem to be thriving, he’s managed nearly an entire academic year looking after the lowest course of undergraduates and there’s been no complaints. Life is good. Better than good.

            He enters his apartment building again and pushes open the door quietly, wondering if Jake manages to sleep in or wakes and then stays awake. He goes through to his bathroom and strips, smiles as Jake grunts at him as he walks past. As the water warms up he looks at his reflection; his chest is littered with red marks, very clearly left by an enthusiastic mouth and he brushes his fingers over them. None of them are on his neck, he doesn’t need his students seeing them, but tonight, one of his lower tanks under one of his dad’s old shirts which will leave many of them out on display. Mav will hate it, and even more, he will hate not knowing who put them there.

            He takes his time, in no rush knowing Jake is still going to be in bed when he gets out. Except suddenly he’s not, Jake’s standing there, wearing nothing but underwear and an apron, a fish-slice in hand.

            “Come on, hurry up, I made you breakfast. You’re taking fucking forever…”

            “Thought breakfast was my job…”

            “I did say yesterday I’d make you breakfast today.”

            “I was joking.”

            “I wasn’t.”

            He’s made omelets, cut up peppers and onion, grated cheese and Bradley grins at him across the table, hooks his ankle around Jake’s and

…         …         …

            Bradley insists on making the brownie, shooing him out of the kitchen so he can clean up the breakfast dishes and Jake is pretty sure he’s now just trying to procrastinate finishing the grading  he still has. He makes himself comfortable at the table and opens his email; there’s a reminder of his flights tomorrow and his stomach drops. Not only because he doesn’t like flying commercial, but he also doesn’t want to go and spend two of his six weeks of leave away from Bradley. Even though he logically knows Bradley has work during the days and his brother and sister have planned vacation time for their entire families around Jake’s leave post-deployment. He’s going to see his nieces and nephews, some of them for the first time ever.

            “What’s wrong?”

            “What?”

            “You just let out the longest sigh. Bad news?”

            “No. Not bad,” Jake says, shaking his head, because it’s not. “I’m meant to leave tomorrow, and I know you’ve got work, and my brother and sister have arranged their vacation time so they’re both off for two whole weeks. They’ve got five kids between them, and I haven’t seen them all in over a year… my sister for longer because she couldn’t fly while she was pregnant.”

            “Life of a serviceman,” Bradley says, his lips twisted in a resigned expression and Jake wonders if that’s his upbringing or his life now. “Jake. You need to go and visit your family. I’m not going anywhere okay? You don’t need to be at my beck and call while you’re on leave. I’d never expect that of you. And please don’t feel guilty about leaving me here, I’ve got so much marking to do still…”

            “I know. I get it. I just feel like I’m giving away a whole third of my leave that I won’t get to see you. Not even a lunch break blowjob…”

            “Hmm. I can see the appeal in lunch break blowjobs, but we’re going to be apart from one another just as much as we are together. Two weeks is nothing compared to months at sea…”

            “That’s true. And I guess we can talk on the phone. If you don’t lose your phone.”

            “Yeah, we need to maybe look into some alternate methods of communication for when I do. It’s not if, but when. I’m well overdue,” Bradley says, pulling a face and Jake gives him a quick kiss. Bradley can figure that shit out, he’ll focus on finding something they can use for video calling on laptops.

            “We’re really doing the whole long-distance thing huh?”

            “Yeah. I want to. If you want to.”

            “Yeah. I want to.”

            They just hold each other, like they’ve settled into something deeper again and Jake is pretty sure this isn’t how relationships normally progress but it still feels right. He’s not going to question it.

            “Where are you going anyway?”

            “Well, my sister lives in Omaha and my brother in Fort Worth, but they’ve rented this house in Colorado Springs for two weeks. It was like a middle point for the three of us. My sister’s already there – did the long road-trip with her husband and kids.”

            “And where’s the nearest airstrip?”

            Jake’s eyes jerk up at the question, hope curling up as he remembers that Bradley has a fucking plane and the means to use it.

            “Are you serious?”

            “What’s the point of having a plane and license if I can’t jet off to visit my boyfriend for a weekend?”

            “Oh my god, you’re serious.”

            “I mean… if you don’t mind me crashing your family vacation for a weekend.”

            Jake can’t voice what he’s feeling, just cups Bradley’s face in his hands and kisses him, keeps kissing him until he feels their bodies just melt into each other with a level of comfort and familiarity he’s never experienced with anyone else before.

            “I get to have the best of both worlds…”

            “Yeah, well, I just realized that if you’re close I can just… come visit. Check with your family first though. I don’t want to monopolize your time.”

            “They’ll want to meet you. They… oh my god that’d be great.”

            “If you wanted you could cancel your flight back. I could come and pick you up and you can use the flight credit for another time I can’t fly you…”

            “Oh my god yes.”

…         …         …

            “What are you reading?”

            “A very boring instruction manual.”

            “For what?”

            “A plane.”

            “Which one?”

            “Confidential,” Jake says dryly, although he wonders whether Bradley actually knows about it. Hell, he potentially knows what materials it’s made from and consulted on it.

            “Ah… the new FA fighter.”

            “No comment.”

            “What do you feel like for lunch?”

            “Bradley… You know how you don’t expect me to be at your beck and call while I’m here on leave? Well, you don’t have to feed me. Or talk to me. Or entertain me, or keep checking in on me. I can leave if you want –”

            “No!”

            “Then let me sit here and read while you undergo the torture of marking essays… I know you’re procrastinating. I’m not going to help you do that.”

            “Ugh. You’re no fun.”

            “I’ll reward you appropriately later.”

            It’s only thirty minutes later when he realizes he needs a break and he’s pretty sure Bradley has maybe managed one essay, his momentum from yesterday gone and he’s pretty sure he isn’t to blame, Bradley just isn’t at all interested in reading and grading essays. Jake doesn’t blame him, there’s a reason he’s never taken up the opportunity to be an instructor. He checks his phone and sees a message from Javy asking him if he wants to meet up and workout and it sounds perfect.

            “Hey, do you mind if I use your car again?”

            “Sure. Go for it.”

            “You don’t know want to know where I’m going?”

            “Do you want to tell me?”

            “I’m going back to base. Am going to meet Javy at the gym and do a workout.”

            “Were you going to invite me along to watch?”

            Jake snorts, shakes his head.

            “I hadn’t planned on it.”

            “Where has the romance gone?!”

            “Dead and buried. You’ve got those essays to finish marking. You’ve been procrastinating.”

            “Ugh, don’t remind me…”

            “What’s your favorite treat?”

            Bradley grins, runs his eyes appreciatively over Jake’s body and Jake laughs, can’t believe he’s found someone who seems to match his playful flirty banter and then turns it up a notch.

            “I was thinking a coffee, or a pastry or something I could grab for you…”

            “Motivation huh?”

            “Well, you did say…”

            “I don’t need anything. Nothing you need to buy anyway. Thanks though.”

            “Okay, well let me know if that changes. Unlike you my phone is safe and sound and I check it regularly. I’ll be back in a couple of hours okay?”

            “Yeah, great. See you later.”

…         …         …

            He sits in the car and rings his sister.

            “Hey Jake, how’s it going?”

            “Hey Michelle. Everything’s good. How was the drive?

            “Good. The place is stunning. I am so glad it’s not my responsibility to clean though. It’s huge.”

            “Great. Look, I’ve got something to ask…”

            “Ask? Ask me what? You better not be cancelling, or have another secret mission which stops you from joining us again…”

            “No, no. Nothing like that. I just… uh. Wanted to know if it would be okay if I brought someone?”

            “Someone? Like Javy?”

            “No. Not like Javy. The opposite in fact.”

            “Opposite like… Oh my god. Do you have a boyfriend?”

            “Yeah. Yeah I do.”

            “Holy shit. Oh wow, that’s… wait. He can just take two weeks off work? Does he even have a job? Wait. Is he in the Navy too?”

            Jake explains how he knows Bradley, how he’ll fly down and join them for the weekends and she whistles appreciatively and he’s pretty sure he’s blushing, because yeah, Bradley does make him feel like he’s worth all that effort.

…         …         …

            “Hey man.”

            “Hey. You over the worst of the shock yet?”

            “Dude. You’re father-in-law to-be is the COMPACFLT. Are you over the shock?”

            Jake considers the question and finds that actually, he mostly is. Calling him Tom to his face is probably going to take some time before it feels normal, but instead he just feels like Bradley makes more sense knowing that he was raised by both men, and the person that Admiral Kazansky is when he’s at home. The shrewd observation skills, the humor, the pride he clearly has in Bradley.             “Yeah, I think I am to be honest.”

            “Fuck yeah you are. Dude… you didn’t even flinch when I referred to him as your future father-in-law. Is that on the cards?”

            “No! Well, not right now. But… yeah. Maybe eventually. I can see how it would work.”

            “You’re already that serious about him?”

            “I may have only just met him, but we’ve been exchanging emails for months. I’ve told him some stuff I’ve never even told you. Other stuff that only you or Michelle or Charlie know… How do you know when you love someone?”

            “Oof. Coming in hot with the hard questions.”

            Jake doesn’t say anything, gives Javy time to formulate an answer, because he knows he’ll have one. Maybe not one that Jake will fully understand or get, because their upbringings were vastly different, but he also knows Javy will try and help him understand.

            “You don’t mind leaving them because you know you’ll get to experience the joy of seeing them again. Whether that’s a few hours or days or months. That joy makes the time apart unimportant. That’s when I know it’s love for me.”

            “So it’s like coming home?”

            “Yeah, when home is a person.”

            He thinks about that as they workout and it makes sense, people have always been far more important to him than place. Thinking about Bradley he snaps a workout selfie and emails it, knowing that he checks his work emails constantly. He just makes the title Are those essays graded yet? And hopes that when he gets back, they are.

…         …         …

            He pushes open the door to the apartment and there’s music playing, he can hear Bradley singing along and he walks down to the second bedroom which he uses as an office. The doors been closed most of the times he’s been here, but Bradley’s in there now. He’s not grading essays (which he’s aware doesn’t mean that they’re actually all graded), instead drawing on a large piece of paper with lots of writing and arrows. Bradley’s fingers are smeared with ink as he scribbles something else on the paper and he hasn’t realized yet that Jake is there, watching. He has no idea if he’s received the email.

            “Hey…”

            “Hi! You’re back!”

            “Told you I would be…”

            “Mmm… guess what?

            “What?”

            “You’re meant to guess, but I’ll keep trying to teach you how that game works. I finished grading all the essays.”

            “Did you now…”

            “And that photo you sent was a tease and you’re lucky I didn’t jerk off and just leave you hanging, thinking about that. Because any orgasms are better than grading papers, shared or not. But I didn’t jerk off… Instead, I was wondering how many orgasms you can work out of me?”

            “Is that a challenge?” Jake asks, his hand reaching to cover Bradley’s.

            “I mean, I’ll help.”

            “How generous of you,” Jake says. “No ulterior motive there at all.”

            “None. Completely selfless.”

            It’s there. It’s all there, the excited swoop of coming home to him, the warmth of wanting to make him laugh, to be near him; the hot-burning fuse wanting to turn him into a moaning pile of nerves through sex. It’s there in every touch of fingers, look and smile.

            He loves him.

…         …         …

            Bradley feels absolutely ruined in the best possible way. His skin feels wind-burnt from the scrape of Jake’s stubble fucking everywhere, his muscles are aching and he’s definitely going to have a hitch to his step when he eventually tries to walk anywhere. His lips feel hot and swollen and he’s pretty sure he’s going to have little fingerprint bruises in all sorts of places.

            He hadn’t thought he’d have anything more than a single orgasm in him, not with how much he’s gotten off with Jake since Friday. And okay, they hadn’t had sex at all this morning, but he’s nearer to forty than he is to thirty-five and sure, he’s got a healthy sex drive, but the second orgasm had hit him out of the blue; Jake taking the challenge fully to heart, sucking him and fingering him until he came.

            Bradley had been pliant and already felt fucked-out, but Jake had fucking coaxed him back to hardness, time slipping away but it had been over an hour, at least. He’d been determined and dedicated and Bradley can’t believe Jake massaged him, rimmed him and then fucked him hard, moving Bradley’s limbs so he could get deeper deeper deeper and Bradley hadn’t thought he’d be able to come again, already too drained, but he had, his entire body arching into Jake’s trying to get closer.

            He was a fucking mess.

            His bed was also a mess.

            He wouldn’t change the state of either of them for anything.

            “Fuck you look wrecked…”

            “I feel wrecked. Remind me to remember this next time I challenge you to do something.”

            “You complaining?”

            “Fuck no…”

            “Also for the record you didn’t help that much.”

            Bradley laughs, reaches to give him a kiss and like the fact that Jake also appears to have beard burn and swollen lips. He approves.

            “Think we can nap before dinner?”

            “Not in this bed. Come on, let’s shower and then change the sheets.”

…         …         …

            Jake has never been to Mav’s house before, not counting the cabin. It’s much bigger than he thought it would be. He’d imagined a sparsely furnished bachelor pad, not this little slice of suburbia. Knowing that Tom Kazansky likely lives here too has it making more sense. He wipes his hands on his pants, suddenly nervous, no idea why. He’s never done the whole meet-the-parents thing before obviously. No on-going hook-up has ever lasted long enough, or he’s always been away on deployment so it’s never been something he’s ever had to deal with. And to compound that he really shouldn’t be nervous because he knows Maverick. Quite well he thinks. Enough to know that there aren’t going to be any formalities.

            Bradley had insisted he be early, organizing a Lyft and telling him he’s see him soon. Knows his inner-teenager is somehow going to play into Bradley’s plan, but nothing really more than that. He presses the doorbell and hears it chime inside the house and waits.

            “Hangman! Jake,” Mav says when he opens the door, and he’s enveloped in a hug and he hugs back, remembering when Mav came to see him off and hugged him then too. “Nice to see you again, sorry I couldn’t be there when you got in. Welcome back!”

            With everything that’s happened in the last forty-eight hours he’d kind of forgotten he’s been away for seven months, and that is why he’d been invited for dinner, a sort-of welcome back from deployment. Mav had said something about it being a special meal and he wonders what makes it special.

            “Thanks. It’s good to be good back sir.”

            “You’re the first here. Can I get you something to drink? And drop the sir, no uniform, no titles.”

            “Ah, just whatever you’re having is fine,” Jake says, undoing his shoes and lining them up at the door with the others. Mav has gone off to get the drinks and he takes the times to look around. It’s very clearly a family home, and there are lots of photos of people Jake doesn’t recognize, although there are some he definitely does. Bradley. So many of Bradley in all stages of his life and Jake can’t help smiling back at the images. Then he sees a photo of himself, taken with a few of the other Daggers at the Hard Deck and he blinks. There’s another, an official photo from his promotion to Lieutenant Commander and he frowns. Wonders if Mav somehow already knows that he and Bradley are together.

            “You have a photo of me.”

            “Of course I do. I have photos of everyone I care about in here.”

            Jake opens his mouth and then closes it again, unsure what to say, unsure if he could even physically say it with how tight his throat suddenly feels. Fuck. It’s one thing to think that maybe Mav respects him, likes him… but to have him care about him as well? It’s a lot to process.

            “Ah! Here he is! The apple of my eye, sugar buns, my snuggle muffin… Hangman. I believe you know Admiral Kazansky.”

            Admiral Kazansky blinks at Jake slowly, even without words he knows what he’s saying.  You see what I have to put up with?

            “Tom, nice to see you again,” Jake says, reaching out to shake his hand and the crinkle at the corners of Admiral Kazansky’s eyes is either amusement or approval. Hopefully both. He relaxes. Tom is signing, his eyes not leaving Jake, although Jake looks to Mav to see his eyes widening and looking confused.

            “Uh, he says it’s nice to see you again too and wearing more clothes this time… When did you see him not wearing clothes?” Mav asks, and Jake is relieved the question is directed at Admiral Kazansky-Tom and not him. He’s really going to have to learn ASL sooner rather than later, and then practice it a lot because he can’t keep up with the speed at which Admiral Kazanksy is signing.

            “Yes I would like to know!” Mav growls, turning then to Jake. “When did he see you naked?”

            “I wasn’t naked! He didn’t say I was naked!”

            “Were you stalking the locker rooms again?”

            Ice signs something, that grin-smirk combo that Jake admired so much yesterday, and he has no fucking clue what he just said to Mav, but whatever it was has Mav going bright red and Jake’s starting to realize just how much these two men have likely influenced Bradley growing up.

            “It doesn’t matter when he saw me in a state of undress. It’s all water under the bridge…”

            Mav makes a sound of displeasure, clearly annoyed, and Jake would worry more except Admiral Kazansky is looking thrilled.

            “You called him Tom,” Mav says, and Jake can tell he’s a little suspicious.

            “You did just say no uniform no titles Mav…” Mav looks annoyed at having his statement thrown straight back in his face and Jake feels like he’s maybe passing this unintended test with flying colors. “Also Tom and I bonded over our love of Star Wars.”

            Admiral Kazansky signs something and it makes Mav snort and roll his eyes and Jake raises an eyebrow, really wanting in on these in-jokes.

            “He says you’re welcome into our home, and he’s going to go and get his phone so he can do text to voice and not have to rely on me…”

            “I’m familiar with it,” Jake provides innocently and Mav takes a silent sip of his beer, just watching him and Jake tries to project an air of having no idea what is going on. He was only fifteen minutes early, had asked Javy to be a little earlier as well and when the doorbell rings he hopes it’s his best friend. Admiral-Tom has appeared at his elbow and he gets a firm clasp to the shoulder, a couple of pats and he knows he’s done a good job.

            “Admiral Kazansky, nice to meet you sir…” Javy says, shaking his hand. Mav is looking more and more confused at Javy’s complete lack of reaction and Jake really hopes Tom Kazansky never decides to pull a prank on him.

            “No uniform, no rank. Call me Tom. Or Iceman.”

            “I’ll try sir.”

            Tom snorts and catches Jake’s eye with the almost identical exchange they had yesterday.

            “There is no try…” Jake says and Tom (his brain feels like it’s having it’s own private heart attack somehow) raises his drink in acknowledgment. Javy’s eyes are bugging out of his head as he approaches Jake and gives him a quick hug and he can’t help the little burst of laughter. Mav goes to get him a beer and Javy takes in all the photos, though Jake notes there isn’t a photo of Javy by himself.

            Mav makes small talk, obviously trying to figure out how and when Jake met his partner, and got to know him well enough to know he was Mav’s partner. And to discuss Star Wars. He doesn’t come outright and ask though, so Jake is saved from lying outright, which is a relief. He knows Bradley is planning on being a little late, but he wants Phoenix and Bob here as well, extra people to help distract Mav from him. The bell rings again and he lets out an internal sigh of relief. Mav practically vaults over the sofa in his rush to get there and Jake is both amused but a little sad for him that his fun just isn’t going to happen.

            “Oh shit…” Javy says, his voice so quiet no-one else can hear it and Jake looks between him and Phoenix and Bob, who are greeting Mav.

            “Did your home just walk through the door? Jake asks quietly, because that’s what he’s taking away from the completely shell-shocked look on Javy’s face.

            “Yeah, I think it did.”

            Oh shit indeed.

            “Tom, my friends Natasha Trace, Phoenix. And Bob Floyd, callsign Bob.”

            “Nice to meet you Admiral Kazansky sir,” Phoenix and Bob say almost in unison.

            “No uniform, no title. Please call me Tom.”

            Maverick squawks with indignation, looking between the five of them and frowns, pulls his phone out of his back pocket and Jake can only guess he’s sending Bradley a message asking him where he is.

…         …         …

            He waited for the second message asking him where he was before starting his car and driving from where he’d parked the street over. He’s had it too ingrained in him to never be late, is only doing it this time to wind Mav up and he’s not cruel, isn’t going to drag this out. He parks and walks up to the door, dish of brownies in his hand, doesn’t even reach out to open the door before Mav is opening the door and stepping out to look around.

            “Hey Mav… sorry I’m late.”

            “Hmm. Where’s this mysterious boyfriend?” Mav asks, looking behind him like Bradley is somehow blocking his view, and maybe hopefully said boyfriend doesn’t actually exist.

            “Not even a hello?”

            Mav’s eyes narrow and Bradley knows he’s taking in the bite marks, something he’s always been weirdly conservative about considering his approach to everything else in life. He’s also aware his skin is still quite raw-looking, Jake’s had calmed down considerably the lucky bastard.

            “He’s around. And I asked for every single one of these,” Bradley says, voice low and challenging because he sure as hell doesn’t want Mav taking out his annoyance about bite marks on Jake.

            “I’m sure you did. Are you… Sorry. Just… it’s been a weird night. Did you know Ice and Hangman know each other?”

            “Uh… what?” Bradley asks, because obviously Jake and Ice know each other, but he hadn’t exactly known Ice was going to also blindside Mav.

            “Apparently Ice saw him without clothes. But not naked. That seemed like an important distinction.”

            “I’m sure there’s a perfectly innocent explanation,” Bradley says, and he’s having to hold it together. Wishes he’d been here to see that entire conversation. He does feel a little flash of guilt that Mav maybe feels a little insecure, but it’s not going to be dragged out. He’s going to know exactly how and why very very shortly.

            “There will be, I just can’t figure it out and it’s annoying me. Now, is your boyfriend coming or not?”

            “He’ll be here,” Bradley deflects.

            “Well, he’s not exactly making a good impression. He’s late, later than you even, and I would have thought you’d come together anyway. It’s not very respectful, of you or us…”

            “Wow Mav, tell me how you really feel. Also you’re making a lot of assumptions right now. Plus you sound old and grumpy.”

            “He’s going to have a steep hill to climb is all I’m saying.”

            “I think he’ll be okay,” Bradley says, smiling slowly as Jake appears behind Mav, doing the eyebrow quirk Bradley has already come to adore and he forces himself to keep his expression steady. “He’ll be okay, and you’ll let him be okay because he’s amazing and funny and challenges me. Because you were fucking right, I do like them with a bit of fire…”

            “What?”

            “Mav. Dad. I believe you know my boyfriend Jake.”

            “What?”

            “Jake Seresin, you know my dad, Pete Mitchell. Mav. You know Jake.”

            There’s a moment of silence and Bradley spies the audience inside who are all watching with varying degrees of interest, Ice looking the most amused and Javy a little concerned.

            “How long has this been going on? This… you only got back a few days ago. I call bullshit!”

            “I guess we’ve been official for… what? Two days?”

            “Two days?!”

            “Just thought you deserved a little taste of your own medicine, being kept in the dark a little… Ice apparently agreed.”

            “When Ice went out yesterday… he came and saw you.”

            “Yep.”

            He doesn’t know what to expect but the shove and then the tight hug seems par for the course really and Bradley hugs him back, knowing Mav can’t blame Bradley for his own traits that are a reflection of his own.

            “You’re allowed to be smug for ten minutes. Then you need to drop it okay?”

            Mav nods, reaches to hug Jake and Bradley steps past them to line up his shoes, allowing them to talk quietly, but he very carefully stays close enough to listen.

            “Win-win for me, you know? Matching up two of the young men I think very highly of. I like you Jake. You’re a good pilot, and a good man. Can’t ask for more than that for Bradley.”

            “I –”

            “You don’t need to say anything, Bradley may have been thinking I was matchmaking for his benefit, but it was more for you. I think he’d be very good for you.”

            Bradley doesn’t need to hear anymore, lets the door close on them and then Ice is looking at him, gesturing at his chest.

            “Didn’t have all those yesterday…” Ice's device says, while he makes the bite bite bite sign, laughing silently and Jake’s friends laugh along with him. He shoves the dish of brownies into Ice’s chest. Then the door is being slammed open and Mav is standing there, eyes wild, looking right at Ice.

            “You made him waffles?!”

            Bradley laughs.

            Mav is Ice’s problem again.

THE END

(This may alter for AO3 once I've ruminated on it - I'm giving myself overnight and maybe tomorrow.)

EPILOGUE

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

may i request Kenny’s reaction to this picture being his girlfriend’s Home Screen on her phone? please?

Pretty Picture

Summary: When kenny sees your Home Screen, he takes an educated guess on something you may like

Warnings: smut, ab riding, teasing

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @thesusbunny @writtingrose

It was a rare day off for the two of you. No work, no training, no physical therapy, and no traveling, and you and Kenny were taking full advantage. You had slept in, made breakfast, and now you were snuggled into his side while he played a video game.

The game itself wasn’t something you would play, but you enjoyed the quiet and being close to him. You glanced down at your phone seeing a message from Matt, probably because Kenny didn’t answer his own. At the same time you heard the washer finish it’s cycle, and if you didn’t get up now you would forget about it.

“Would you answer the text I just got? I have to rotate laundry.”

“Sure,” he confirmed while still playing the game.

“Thanks.” You kissed his cheek before getting up

He continued playing for a moment before finally putting the controller down and grabbing your phone. He put in the password, but before he could go into the messages your hime screen caught his attention. It was a photo of him, which wouldn’t be that odd as he had a photo of the two of you for his Lock Screen. This photo, however, was from a promotional shoot. He didn’t have a shirt on, but was wearing jeans. The one thing that was on full display was his abs.

He raised an eyebrow at this, the message long forgotten. While thinking, he heard you coming back into the room and he set the phone down. You tried to sit down on the couch, but he pulled you into his lap instead. Before giving you a chance to say anything you were pulled into a relatively rough kiss. Eventually he pulled away, nibbling on your lip lightly.

“What was that for?” You giggled lightly, playing with the few shot hairs near his neck.

“This,” he held up your phone that was still open to your Home Screen.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled. Your head feel down to the crook of his neck, your face going hot from embarrassment.

“You know, i might have an idea based on that photo.”

“What?” You questioned, voice muddled by his neck.

“Sit up.” You did, watching as he pulled his shirt off. “Strip.” His voice went down an octave, making a chill run down your spine. You were definitely curious.

You stood up and did what he said, slowly pulling all of your clothing off. When you looked back at him, he had laid down flat on his back.

“Come here.”

You walked over, settling yourself on top of him. You were on his legs, and you started to mess with his pants but he stoped you.

“Not quite baby,” he pulled you up so you were right over his abs. You just stared down at him and he carefully moved your hips lightly, making you rock against him.

“W-what?” You questioned, but he just continued to move your hips.

“Was my guess right?” He mumbled, feeling you get wet at the feelings of his muscles. “Do you want to fucking get off on my abs?” At his question he let go, and you continued to move. Your hands were planted on his chest and you began rocking harder. Your breath was shaky, and you let out a small moan.

“P-please…” you whined.

“You can do it baby, i believe in you.” He encouraged while flexing his muscles, making you moan lightly. Your arms were shaking as you chased your high. If you had been even a little more aware of the situation, you would be embarrassed by how quick you were getting off to this. But all you cared about now was the pleasure.

“Feels good,” you whined, making Kenny chuckle.

“I can tell. You look so fucked out, but all you’ve down his hump my abs. Who knew this was all it took,” he teased as you got closer and closer to your release.

“P-please Kenny. Need to cum, please.” You begged him, tears running down your face.

“Go ahead princess. Make a fucking mess all over me, be my good little slut.” His words were enough to send you over the edge, your entire body tensing. You threw your head back, moaning lightly as you came. You vaguely registered how your nails were digging into his chest.

You moved your hips a bit more, working yourself almost to over stimulation, not wanting the pleasure to stop. But Kenny’s hands found your hips, making them stop. He pushed himself up, pulling you into his chest, running a hand over your head.

“Did so well for me.” He praised, shifting You lightly in his arms. “But I want to know, what do you think of my Home Screen?” You glanced over, seeing a photo of you, completely naked, riding his abs. You didn’t know when he had taken the photo, and you honestly didn’t care.

“Fuck me,” you whispered ago his chest.

“Oh, I plan to.” You felt his bulge, and you need you were far from done.

[intriga-hounds]

last night my two younger brothers were the victims of a hate crime. they’re ok now, but as y’all know, this blog is my diary and i overshare to a fault, so here we go:

i am in NV visiting my parents, and my dad and brothers went out to have a boys’ night on the strip. they are a wholesome bunch who just want to have a drink or two, dance, and eat a good meal. they ended up at XS nightclub at the wynn hotel and were having fun. my mom, sister, and i stayed at the house and were enjoying their regular video updates.

then we got a text from my dad that said, “a guy attacked (bro1) and then went after (bro2).”

we received the picture on the left above.

my youngest brother was minding his own business when a tall guy came up and harassed him for “looking at my drink.” he called him names, mocked his physique, then called him a f*g and grabbed him by the throat. (my brothers are not gay; however, just looking the part to this guy was enough for him to attack.)

my other brother grabbed the guy’s shirt and the guy threw him to the floor, cutting open his scalp. (he ended up with three staples in his head at the hospital.) my dad, who’d just been on his phone checking into a flight for the next day, saw what was happening and grabbed the guy as he was cocking back his fist to punch my brother. he bought the few crucial seconds needed for security to take control. had that guy landed even one punch, my brother would’ve gotten really hurt. dude was like 6’3” and my dad and brothers are 5’6” and slim.

the staff at XS nightclub treated my family like they were the criminals, and only through persistence did my dad manage to get pictures and names of witnesses.

naturally, we will be pressing charges. we have photos of the attacker (tall bearded white man with an american flag hat), security footage, a police report, and EMT/hospital documents.

[flightlessangelwings]

Kinktober Day 11- Erotic Photos

Javi Gutierrez x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 1k

Warnings- smut (18+ only), unprotected sex, established relationship, soft smut

Notes- This is set in My Las Estrella de mi Vida universe, but can be read on its own. It’s also set after the events of the movie so when Javi is a Hollywood writer. I love Javi so much, the sweet himbo lol! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen​!

To say up to date on when I post, follow my update blog too and turn on post notifications @flightlessangelwings-updates​​. Reblogs highly appreciated!

~

Javi sighed as the meeting went on longer than he anticipated. What should have been done hours ago droned on as everyone in the room had an opinion on his new script. As happy as he was to finally live out the life he wanted, right now all Javi wanted to do was go back to the hotel room and be with you.

And apparently you wanted that too.

His phone chimed, and Javi looked down right away and opened the picture message from you. But his breath caught in his throat when he saw the steamy photo you sent, and he immediately covered the screen to make sure no one else saw. The picture was a selfie of you in a lingerie set that Javi hadn’t seen before, and it didn’t leave much to the imagination. 

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath when a second photo came in right after. You were in a more provocative position, and your hand snaked between your legs.

“Everything alright, Mr. Gutierrez?” one of the other men in the room asked when he noticed his change in demeanor.

Javi looked up and felt the redness in his face, “I uhhh…” he stuttered, “I have to go. You can handle the rest here. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that, Javi bolted out the door and rushed to the hotel room that the two of you shared. In what felt like no time, he burst through the doors and he let out a deep sigh when he saw you spread out on the bed just like how you were in the last photo you sent. The sight went straight to his cock, and suddenly the room felt warmer.

“Fuck, Estrella,” he gasped as he made his way over to you, “You know I cannot resist when you tease me like that,” Javi’s tone was low as he stripped himself of his shirt and pounced on the bed overtop of you.

You giggled as you suddenly felt engulfed by Javi, “That’s what I sent them, mi amor,” you murmured in his ear and wrapped your arms around him. 

Too full of need to quip back, Javi took your lips with his own in a heated kiss as he rolled you onto your back and straddled you. His kisses were hot and heavy and desperate, “I am sorry I took so long, amor,” he spoke softly in your ear as he covered your skin with kisses. 

“I know,” you let out a moan as Javi kissed his way down your neck and cupped your breasts through the lingerie you still wore, “I just missed you.”

Javi pulled back enough to look into your eyes and smiled, “You know I always miss you when I am away from you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, “Then show me how much you missed me,” your tone dripped with lust, “Fuck me, Javi.”

Javi groaned as he took your lips once more and immediately deepened the kiss. He swallowed the moan you let out as his hands roamed all over your body, appreciating every curve of you. His hand found its way to the hem of the tiny panties you wore and he hooked his fingers to push them aside.

“Fuck, Estrella,” he groaned softly when he saw how wet you were already, “Getting yourself ready for me while I was out?” he added with a smirk.

“Yes,” you breathed.

He cursed again as he cock twitched in his pants. Javi kissed you again as he fumbled with his zipper. You held him close as he positioned himself over you, and you gasped when you suddenly felt the tip of his cock against your pussy.

“Javi…” you moaned.

He whispered your name as he pushed himself into you, “Fuck you always feel so good, amor,” Javi growled softly, “And those pictures you sent me,” he gave an experimental thrust, “So fucking beautiful, mi Estrella.”

“Ay fuck,” you cried out as he filled you over and over again. You clawed at his back as he thrust into you at a fast yet steady pace.

You wrapped your legs around Javi’s waist and pulled him as close as you possibly could, just as desperate as he was. You moaned loudly as he rocked his hips against yours over and over again, each time his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you. As your mouth dropped open to let the sounds flow freely, Javi took the opportunity to kiss you again. 

Moans and groans were muffled by the way Javi kissed you so passionately as he thrust into you with wanton need. He felt the way you tightened your grip on him, and he knew you were close. Javi shimmied his hand in between your bodies and played with your clit as he sped up his thrusts, desperate to feel you fall apart at his touch. 

“Cum for me, Estrella,” he groaned against your lips.

“As long as you cum too,” you replied breathlessly. 

At the same time, both you and Javi hit your peaks and with loud moans and cries, you both came together. Emotions ran high as your bodies trembled against each other as you both rode out your orgasms in tandem. Javi kept his forehead against yours as you breathed into each other and clung together as if your life depended on it.

Once you were both worn out, Javi collapsed down at your side, and you let out a small squeak when he pulled out of you. He quickly gathered you in his arms, though, and you rested your head on his shoulder as you savored the feeling of his strong arms around your body.

“I’m sorry I distracted you from your meeting,” you admitted meekly.

Javi let out a chuckle, “No you aren’t.”

You joined his laughter; Javi always could see right through you, “No I’m not.” 

“I will be saving those photos though,” he added with a wicked grin.

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” you matched his tone, “I’ll just have to save them for the next time your meetings run late.”

“I cannot wait, mi amor.”

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: smut, attempt at sexting, sexting lessons (sort of), swearing, Otto being a bit of a little shit (he uses a lot of gifs and there are some in here)

AN: Again thank you @illiana-mystery and @writingkitten for this idea! We love ourselves some Otto! Story below the cut.

Pt. 1

Over the next couple of weeks, Otto got better at using the phone. He mainly communicated through gifs, which was both cute and slightly annoying. Like now. When I was asking what he wanted for dinner, but all he would send was pictures of the movie we had watched the night before. I tried calling him out but it didn't change anything. I ran my hands over my face as the stress of the day was getting to me. Then an idea hit me. Slipping my phone under my desk, I scrolled through the photo gallery before finding the picture I was looking for.

(Y/N): behave yourself and this is what you'll get tonight after dinner.

Followed by a selfie where I wasn't wearing a shirt. Even though you couldn't see anything, I knew it would get his attention. I put my phone face down on my desk and continued working. My phone buzzed a few minutes later and I slipped it under my desk again, slightly afraid of what he would send.

Otto: I'll behave.

Otto: Wait. Is that what Peter called sexting? Because if it is I want to do that. Teach me?

I laughed and sent a quick text to Peter, asking him if he really told Otto about sexting. Then I walked Otto through taking nudes and what to say. When it seemed like he had grasped the idea, I asked him for a dick pic. Shoving my phone in my pocket, I made my way to the bathroom. Barely anyone used it at this time and that privacy is what I needed right now. Locking the door, I settled against the sink and waited. Otto's text finally came through and I had to fight my laugh when I opened it. Instead of a dick pic, I got a picture of his leg and our bed spread.

Otto: is this it?

(Y/N): no honey. That's not what I asked for but that's ok.

Otto didn't respond for a while so I figured he was either trying again or was getting frustrated with himself. So I took matters into my own hands.

(Y/N): how about this? Strip down, stand in front of the mirror, and take a picture of yourself. Flo might be able to help you. It should look like this.

And I sent him the last nude I had taken. It hadn't been meant for anyone except me, being one of the days I thought I looked pretty good. Within minutes, Otto responded. But it was more gifs.

Otto: fuck me

(Y/N): Otto please.

Otto:

Otto: seriously. fuck me.

(Y/N): alright. that's it. I'm going back to work. Go play a game or something you dork. <3

Shaking my head, I headed back to my desk. I shoved my phone into my bag and left Otto to his own devices. By the time I clocked out and was headed back home, I had been spammed with gifs. All of them the same as he had sent me earlier in the day. Rolling my eyes as I finally reached the apartment building, I headed up.

"Hey! Lover boy!" I called out as I entered the apartment. Otto emerged from the bedroom, actuators whirling behind him. Moe zoned in on me and immediately wrapped around my arm. I pet him and moved around the living room, putting my belongings away but he wouldn't let go. "Well someone is happy to see me." I teased as I looked over at Otto.

"After that picture, very much so." He teased. I smiled at him and ushered him back into the bedroom. "What are we doing?" Otto tensed up a bit as I pushed him down on the bed. I straddled his waist and went to work on his belt.

"I'm going to teach you how to do this properly or so help me you'll never see another nude picture of me again." I breathed out as I finally got his belt off. I yanked his shirt out of his pants and took it off. His pants soon followed as well as his boxers. Otto was left bare beneath me and I leaned over him to reach his phone, thrown onto my side of the bed. "Now Flo is going to take the pictures."

"Why?" Otto asked, trying to shift himself further up the bed without rubbing against me.

"Because she listens." I deadpanned as I handed Flo the phone. I climbed off Otto and let him position himself as he pleased. "Now all you have to do is sit there. Understand Otto?" He nodded and watched as his actuator hovered next to me, clutching his phone. "Flo, take a picture of Otto. Try to mostly get his dick in the picture. Then one of his face and upper body." Flo bobbed before positioning herself and taking the pictures. She moved back over to me, holding the phone out proudly. I swiped through the pictures and nodded, patting her before pointing back to Otto. "Now Otto, stroke yourself." He blushed bright red and lifted a hand to point his finger at me.

"You said I was learning to sext and take pictures. Nothing about this." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Well if you listen to my words, you'll learn what to type." I climbed on the bed and settled myself over his thighs, taking him in my hand and slowly stroking his length. "Besides, you want me to see all of you don't you?" He shuddered as I rubbed over his tip before gently pushing my hand away. I climbed off him as he continued before Larry pulled his hand away.

"What's the big idea?" He whined to his creation. Flo moved in a gentle circle, rolling her eyes the best she could. Then she moved in to take more pictures.

"Good." I praised as Flo showed me the new ones. "Alright. Off the bed. In front of the mirror." I motioned for Otto to follow me and I stood off to the side. Otto watched me carefully as Flo moved over his shoulder. Moe, Larry, and Harry stayed in the shot but stood away from Otto. "Now Flo if you'd please." Flo took some pictures while Moe moved in to pose Otto. I covered my mouth with my hand, hiding my smile and slight laugh. After a while, Otto started to whine.

"That's enough." He finally broke, reaching out for me. I moved into his grasp and chuckled as his hands started to roam. He leaned over and started to kiss along my neck. "Come on. You're dressed and I'm not." His whine was adorable and I reached up to cup his cheek. Otto turned to kiss my palm and I broke. "This isn't how it works. You know that." I released him and nodded. Otto broke into a wide grin as he started to undress me. As the last of my clothing hit the floor, Otto kissed me forcefully. "Even better than the picture." He moaned. Wrapping his arms around me, the actuators lifted us up and carried us back to the bed.

Otto laid down, forcing me on top. I shifted until he was lined up with my entrance and sank down. Our moans mixed and I slowly started to grind my hips against him. Otto's hands came to rest on my hips and Moe curled around my waist gently. With a nod, Moe started to lift me gently before allowing me to sink back down. I rolled my hips as I sped up, Otto's moans urging me on.

"(Y/N), I can't..." Otto panted. I nodded and sped up as much as Moe would allow me.

"I can't either." With a moan, Otto reached up to cup my cheek.

"I love you." He groaned. I smiled as I forcefully sank back down on him.

"I love...love you too." I ground out. A moment later, we groaned out as our shared climax washed over us. I braced myself on Otto's shoulders, Flo and Harry joining Moe so I wouldn't topple over. Otto held my arms gently, rubbing his thumbs over my muscles as we both came down. Moe gently lifted me off him and allowed me to sink into the bed. "That was a better outcome than I expected." I teased, reaching over to brush Otto's sweaty hair out of his face. He chuckled as he captured my wrist, pulling my hand to his chest instead.

"Isn't that usually the outcome from sexting?" he asked. I nodded.

"Yeah. Either together or separately, depending on where you are and what's going on." I shrugged the best I could as I moved over to hug Otto. "We'll get to that another time." I smiled up at him from my place on his chest.

"Sounds good." Otto breathed out. "What's for dinner?" I laughed as I gently swatted his chest. "What?"

[cowgurrrl]

since OFTM asks are being answered atm, I thought I'd come through with a few questions of my own about this WONDERFUL and LOVELY series because it's that good!

1. ik we're wayyyyyy past it but do rockstar!joel and actress!reader do anything for Valentine's day? have they done things early on the relationship, do they still celebrate now or maybe it's something simple like posting cute photos of each other on their stories??

2. okay this one is a fun one and I know there was an ask about how reader would potentially be a presenter at an award show BUT would she ever host at some point? if so, i definitely think she'd pull it off + she'd probably do some cute promos as well, maybe even do an announcement promo with joel in some way! i think it'd be fun for her if she did + joel and the kids would LOVE it.

3. as reader ever got to work with big name actors/actresses before or does she prefer more indie like things and working with more unknown actors and actresses?

4. idk if it was mentioned at some point but was reader ever pregnant during a project/role she was doing? how was her experience and what was it like? i def think there'd be times when joel visited the set and she was all smiles because "daddy's here! visiting us" haha, it'd be precious!

5. this one is ABSOLUTELY silly but i notice how some celebrities will be at big events or something such as a tennis game or whatever and some of the reactions are SUCH a mood so i feel like if joel and reader attended some type of event like that, their reactions would be so silly and REAL.

last one finally lmaooo, im sorry i just love these two lots but speaking of special events, i think of how sweet and nice it is to imagine joel just watching from a distance as reader is out doing her thing at a premiere or something like the met gala where she looks GORGEOUS and Joel's thinking "wow, there she is! that's my amazing beautiful wife" 🥹🥹🥹 because he's such a supporter of her HELLO and he's just an awe but also, imagine how reader feels whenever she sees joel on stage knowing that a song is being dedicated to her or just watching her husband from a distance knowing that's the person she's married and fell for.

ANYWAYS! this is so long, again so sorry 😭 but I'm curious to know your answers when you get a chance 👀💜💜💜💜

DONT BE SORRY THIS IS WHAT I LIVE FOR OKAY

I think at the beginning of their relationship, they definitely go all out for Valentine's Day. Nice hotels, dinners, heartfelt (and expensive) presents, the whole nine yards. I think when Sam and the girls are little, it gets harder to do stuff for Valentine's Day especially when you're bouncing between work, school, and helping your children make "Valentimes" for their classmates. Things calm down just a little and you two will settle for a nice, homemade dinner in your messy kitchen after the kids have gone to bed. Joel will send flowers to you at work and you'll humor him with a silly, giggly strip tease even though you're wearing sweatpants and a shirt with marker stains on it. It's pure, domestic bliss. Once the kids are older and they've been married for a long time, I think they would alternate between elaborate plans and low-key ones. After all, they definitely don't need an excuse to be grossly in love with each other.

I could totally see her hosting an award show! She'd be so busy but having so much fun and she'd recruit all her famous contacts to help her with promotion and what not. On the night of, if Joel's not there, he totally sets up a watch party at home with all of the Miller kids, spouses, and grandkids and cheers you on the whole time. If he is there, the kids are probably there too and help you backstage with awards, setting up different presenters, and keeping you calm. You'd all get dressed up and take nice pictures as a family. I see it being hectic but so rewarding (no pun intended)

I think it's a good mix of both! I have it in my personal canon that she does go on to do some Marvel, Greta Gerwig, Bridgerton type projects that have so much hype (and a huge budget) surrounding them but I also see her taking on some smaller roles from smaller production companies as long as the story is good. In my head, Red Dirt Girl (the movie talked about through much of the main storyline) is a smaller production and smaller actors but they all end up taking OFF after that.

I WAS LITERALLY THINKING ABOUT THIS TODAY GET OUT OF MY HEAD okay so I think with Sam, she is definitely pregnant in the middle of filming something but doesn't realize until she passes out at work or something and she gets taken to the hospital where they find out she's pregnant. They weren't trying but they weren't being careful so it's a little bit of a shock but they adjusted. For the first time in her career, she'd let them hire a stunt double for her and would take it easier than she had in the past. They'd definitely have to change some wardrobe and people would treat her like she's made of glass but it's all manageable. Joel would be the biggest change of pace. He'd been on set before but after they find out they're pregnant, HES THERE EVERYDAY. I think they'd fight about it a little bit just because she feels a little smothered and Joel agrees to back off a little. As she progresses, I think she'd be more okay with him visiting and would poke at her belly and be like, "your dad's here." With the twins, they find out relatively early on because her symptoms are so bad it's literally unavoidable and they try to keep it a secret for as long as possible BUT when she goes back to reshoot a scene where she has to be smoking a cigarette or something, she's like, "..... no." and they're like "we need this for continuity," and she's like "I'm pregnant. With twins." BECAUSE WHAT ELSE ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO SAY. I think she would've worked for longer when she was pregnant with Sam than when she was pregnant with the girls just because of the risks and Miller children are not known for being easy so I definitely think she'd have a harder time with the girls than she did with Sam but everything ends up okay!

It's canon to me that the Millers are a BASEBALL FAMILY it was actually one of the first things I wrote for the One for the Money universe! Joel is partial to the Astros (boo) while she's definitely more of a Cubs/Yankees fan because she lived in New York and did a lot of filming in the Chicago/Midwest area for a time. I think they would be able to compromise and cheer for the Dodgers together but when it comes to their personal teams, they don't play around. Sam also goes on to play baseball professionally so I see them going to baseball games together as a big, happy family. Being an actress, she DEFINITELY wouldn't be able to keep her emotions a secret and would regularly be caught yelling, cheering, and dancing along to whatever song is playing through the stadium. God Bless anyone in the nearest vicinity when the Astros and the Yankee's play each other in the World Series.

I 100% think Joel has these moments all the time at events. I see her off doing her own thing like interviews or individual photos and he's just staring at her like "that's really my wife." He's known to get teary or really affectionate on red carpets, giving photographers everything and more. She tends to do the same thing, especially if he's getting recognized for something, and will get choked up during interviews about him. They're just so in love and proud of each other they make me SICK

Thank you for all your fun questions about my little oftm family! I hadn't thought about some of these before and it was really fun to think about them so thank you!!!

[valentinesfrog]

Little Tiger

The squad learns about Calvak’s daughter!

1.7k Words, fluff :)

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Olivia: Do you still have the files from the Davis/Kessler case?

Casey grabs her phone as it buzzes, reading the notification with some confusion. She hasn’t heard from Olivia in ages. Well, she’s heard from her through Alex, but never directly. She wracks her brain for what case that was, before it hits her.

Casey: The one from three years ago?

Olivia: Yes

Casey: I do

Olivia: We need them. Repeat offender

Casey takes a deep breath, glancing down at the little girl bundled up in her arms. She’s sleepy today, sleepy and clingy, her stuffed tiger under her arm. Casey desperately does not want to disturb their cuddly peace.

Casey: I can bring them in tomorrow

Olivia: It’s urgent

Olivia: Need them by tonight

Casey resists the urge to groan, not wanting to disturb the girl on her chest, and rolls her eyes instead.

Casey: Hide any gory pics. Bringing my kid

She clicks off her phone and shifts a little to shove it in a pocket. “Hey, Ronnie Rabbit,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to auburn hair. “We’re going on an adventure, sound good?”

“Venshure?” Veronica mumbles, rubbing an eye.

“Mhm. We’re going to where Mommy used to work with lots of police officers.”

“Like Chase.”

Ah, yes. Chase the Police Dog, courtesy of Paw Patrol, absolute bane of Rita’s existence. “Yeah, babe. Like Chase.”

“Tiger goes too?”

“Your tiger can come too, babygirl.” Casey stands them up, balancing Veronica on a hip. “It’s going to be a quick adventure, alright? Super speedy.”

“Mkay,” Veronica agrees, nuzzling back into Casey’s shoulder, making her next words somewhat muffled. “Mama too?”

“No, baby. Mama’s still at work. We’ll see her later, okay?”

“Mkay,” Veronica agrees again, and she really does sound tired. But it’s not nap time, and Casey does want her to sleep through the night, so maybe the adventure will do them both some good.

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Olivia looks at her phone in confusion. “Put the whiteboard away,” she calls to nobody in particular.

“Why?” Elliot asks from his desk.

“Novak’s bringing a kid.” She’s still not sure she’s reading this right. “Her kid.”

“Novak has a kid?” Fin asks. “Since when?”

Olivia shrugs. “She just said in her text that she’s bringing her kid.”

“Beats me,” Elliot says. “Did she say a kid? Or her kid?”

“I mean, her exact words were ‘my kid’. Which generally implies she has custody of the child,” Olivia says, before looking up. “Did none of you put away the whiteboard? Stop questioning me and put away the damn whiteboard.”

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Casey is pleased to see no gruesome photos and no alleged criminals hanging around as she enters the precinct, with Veronica held to one side of her and her briefcase on the other. She immediately feels vulnerable, though, like her armor has been stripped away. She’s not sure if she’s ever been in the precinct in anything less than a blazer and nice shirt, and here she is in a sweater and jeans. At least her winter coat looks nice enough.

“Casey!” Olivia greets her. “You have… a child! And the files, hopefully.”

“Veronica,” Casey murmurs, bouncing her a little as she places the briefcase down on Olivia’s desk. “Say hi, baby.”

Veronica blinks open her eyes to study Olivia for a moment, before closing them again and burrowing back into Casey’s shoulder with a huff.

Casey grins. “She’s a little sleepy. It’s good to see you, Liv.”

“Likewise.” Olivia’s opened the briefcase, but is somewhat distracted from the files by the child in Casey’s arms. Casey can sympathize. In her completely unbiased opinion, she has the cutest kid in the world.

“Novak!” Elliot calls. “Good to see you!”

“Hey, Stabler,” she says with a smile, realizing it’s actually really nice to see these guys again as Fin claps her free shoulder in silent greeting.

“And you brought company,” Munch says as he enters. “Who’s this?” He asks, with a little wave in sleepy Veronica’s direction.

“This is my daughter, Veronica,” Casey introduces, rather proudly. “She’s feeling a bit shy right now.”

Veronica corroborates this by mumbling something unintelligible into the crook of Casey’s neck.

“She’s precious,” Olivia coos over the baby, files completely forgotten. “I had no idea you have a kid, Case.”

“You’d think Alex would’ve mentioned that at some point,” Casey jokes, knowing full well Alex had odd priorities when it came to life updates. And then, because she really does want to get back home, “Sorry, Liv, but— files?”

“Oh! Right. Yes, files.” Olivia turns back to her desk to sort through the papers in Casey’s briefcase, as Casey sways gently to keep her daughter soothed. She is almost certain they can get out of here without incident. Veronica isn’t getting fussy, Olivia seems to be getting all the papers she needs, and while she can feel the eyes of the other detectives glancing at her every so often— nobody’s asking any questions. Which means that soon enough, Casey will be back on her couch, baby snuggled close, half asleep and comfy.

Of course, though, it can never be that easy, and as soon as Casey hears the familiar voice in the hallway she has a mental preview of what’s about to happen.

“I know, Rafael, I’m on my way to speak with them now. I don’t— yes, I’ll ask. I’m literally at the one six as we speak. I’m not— Jesus, Rafa, I got it—”

The doors fly open with drama, and there stands Rita, wide eyed and blinking at an equally stunned Casey.

“Raf, I’ll call you back,” Rita says, before pocketing her phone.

“Counselor,” Munch starts, sounding less than pleased to see Rita there. “How can we help y—”

He is interrupted as Veronica notices her presence and shrieks, with all the delight she can muster in her sleepy state, “Mama!”

“Hello there, my little tiger,” Rita greets, ignoring Munch entirely to walk over to Casey and reach out for the girl in her arms. “What are you doing here?” And though she’s asking Veronica, the question is clearly pointed at Casey.

“We are delivering files that just couldn’t wait ‘til tomorrow,” Casey grits out, with an overly enthusiastic smile at Olivia, who has the decency to look sheepish.

“‘S like Paw Patrol,” Veronica says, rubbing an eye again. Her ‘R’s are more like ‘W’s and Casey wants to cover her face in a billion little kisses. “Like Chase. From Paw Patrol.”

“That’s right, baby, these real life police detectives are just like that animated nuisance,” Rita says drily, and Veronica giggles, because she does not know what a lot of those words mean but she does know her mama is being silly.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Fin waves his hands ambiguously. “Novak, you just said you’re her mom. But now she’s callin’ Calhoun mama.”

“Astute observation,” Rita deadpans. “You’ve really earned your title there, Detective Tutuola.”

“We go home now?” Veronica interrupts to ask, looking up at Rita with big eyes. “Nap time?”

“I think Mommy’s going to take you home now,” Rita says, passing the girl back to Casey while looking over her head with concerned eyes, because Veronica’s usually napped and energetic by now. “But maybe she’ll stop and get a pizza for dinner,” Rita leans in and whispers conspiratorially, glancing up at Casey to ensure that she understands that’s code for I know you don’t want to cook, and I sure as hell don’t want to cook, so please grab something.

“Wait a damn minute,” Elliot says, eliciting a sharp “hey!” from both Olivia and Rita because there’s a tiny human right there, dumbass, do you ever think? “Sorry,” he says sheepishly. “But— Novak, you got married?” He points to her hand cupping Veronica’s back, where there is, indeed, a wedding ring.

Is he really that slow, or is he just testing her? Casey wishes she could tell. “Yes. My daughter has two parents who happen to be married to each other. This is not a novel concept, Stabler.”

He gapes at her. “You— you married a—”

Oh God. Here it comes.

“You married a defense attorney?”

“Wow,” Rita says. “That is not at all where I saw that sentence going.”

“Mama,” Veronica says impatiently again. “Home now.”

“Mommy’s going to take you home, my little tiger,” Rita repeats, attention fully back on her daughter. Veronica does not look pleased to hear that her mama won’t be joining them. “But you’ve gotta make sure Mommy doesn’t get up to any trouble until I get home, right?” Rita teases Casey, a glint in her eye.

Veronica is grumpily placated by this, and Rita leans in to press a kiss to her forehead before straightening back up. But then Veronica holds out her tiger, and Rita sighs. “You’re ruining my intimidating facade, child,” she admonishes, but obliges and gives the tiger a kiss on the head too. Rita moves to go back to work, but Casey clears her throat pointedly. So Rita turns back to her, giving her a look that says really? Before placing a kiss on her cheek as well.

Casey grins. “Thank youuu,” she sing songs.

“Now shoo,” Rita instructs, sending the rest of the room a glare that Casey’s pretty sure means I don’t care that I’m the shortest person in the room (aside from the toddler), that I just kissed a stuffed tiger, or that you all have more combat training than I do. I will kick your asses any day of the week.

The detectives seem to get the message.

“Mama,” Veronica protests weakly as they leave, clinging to Casey.

“I know, pumpkin, I miss her too. But Mama will come home with us soon, okay?”

The reassurances don’t really work, and Veronica is getting teary in Casey’s arms, which isn’t like her. She’s usually not so clingy. Casey sighs and nuzzles her soft hair. Maybe she’s coming down with something.