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softspeirs · 1 month

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on leave

A/N: Obviously this goes without saying that there's almost no historical basis for this interaction to happen, except that there's a brief window of time in the late summer of 1943 where Easy and The 100th could have interacted... but that's why I love fanfiction. Thanks to @basilone for enabling me. Meet my BoB OC Kat Gray. You can learn more about her in Barren Soul. No pairing for this fic except a hint at something if you take a cue from Bucky Egan.

"You know, it's nice that the Airborne finally decided to show up." Bucky says, tilting his head and gesturing with his glass.

They've been back from Africa for two days, and the brass decided everyone could do with some leave. They've got a few days in London while the new replacements arrive, and it seems that half the units in the US Army had the same idea.

This pub in particular is packed with soldiers, airmen, and civilians alike.

Next to him, Cleven and DeMarco share an aggrieved look.

"What?"

"Can you just--" Gale straightens his jacket, leans in, "--try not to start a fight? For once?"

"Don't count on it." Bucky grins.

A roar from the corner of the room grabs their attention, and they shift on their barstools to watch how the game of darts is getting on. There's a new addition to the roster, Bucky notices.

"You're a cheat!" A man says, and the woman in question raises her eyebrows.

"When have you ever known me to be dishonest?"

"The last time you gave me stitches and told me it wouldn't hurt."

She rolls her eyes. "That was an accident, and you're too sensitive, Luz."

"Interesting." DeMarco says under his breath. "You ever heard of a woman in the paratroops?"

Buck smirks. "What, you haven't read the papers? Experimental unit."

"Any girl who can jump out of a plane is alright in my book." Bucky says, as he takes another gulp of his drink, "Probably a little crazy, but alright."

They interrupted by a First Lieutenant who looks like he's already had a few, but all the same, he squeezes in on the other side of Benny, signaling the bartender. "Majors, Captain." He says, two fingers at his temple in half-hearted salute.

"You with the Airborne?" Bucky asks, louder to be heard over the band.

"101st."

"100th Bomb Group." Buck says, holding out his hand to shake. "Gale Cleven. This is Major John Egan and Captain Benny DeMarco."

"Lewis Nixon." The man says, a few pints set down in front of him by the bartender. Nixon looks up in thanks and then turns back to the men in front of him. "100th Bomb Group... you're flying B-17s, right?" He whistles. "I wouldn't know what to do with a plane like that."

"Jump out of it, probably." Bucky says.

"Nix--" a female voice interrupts them, "Need a hand?"

The woman in front of them is brunette, her hair tightly pinned and tucked beneath a garrison cap. Bucky instantly straightens, grin firmly in place.

"I wouldn't." Nixon mutters, giving Bucky a look out of the corner of his eye. Turning to the woman, his face softens a fraction. "This is Corporal Kathryn Gray."

Introductions are made, and Bucky can't help himself. "What's a girl like you doing with an outfit like this?"

Her eyes narrow, and he gets the feeling he's put his foot in it, though he was just trying to be funny.

"A girl like me?" She asks, her tone neutral, but that steel look in her eyes. "What am I like?"

"Christ." Nixon mutters, running his free hand over his face.

"What?" Gray asks. "Just making conversation."

"Just starting trouble, more like."

"Funny," Buck says. "We just had a similar conversation. He elbows Bucky in the ribs.

"All good over here?" Another Lieutenant appears, this one shorter, eyes hard. His reddish hair and sharp jaw make him stand out among the rest of the group, but Bucky's not stupid enough not to notice the way they're all glancing over to the bar, prepared to close ranks if needed.

He holds his hands up. "Just fine, Lieutenant--"

"Welsh."

Benny interrupts, ever the peacemaker. "Gray, what line of work you in? We were reading about the women paratroops in the paper the other morning."

She turns to Benny with a smile, and Bucky frowns. He had asked the same question! Well, he asked it his way, and Benny has that unassuming way of talking. Even though they're both from the Midwest, somehow Bucky just doesn't come off as disarming as his friend from Chicago.

"Medic," she says proudly.

"Tough job." Buck says quietly, though his lips are quirked to show he means no harm. "What made you go that route?"

"Dad's a doctor. And I wanted to help." She says simply.

"Kat!" A loud voice bellows from across the room.

"Duty calls." She says dryly. "Majors. Captain." She looks back at her own Lieutenants. "Sirs." She says, but it sounds sarcastic. Bucky blinks in surprise at her tone.

Welsh and Nixon both grumble and roll their eyes, neither of them making any move to admonish her.

"She sure made that sound like an insult." DeMarco says.

"Word to the wise, in case you ever find yourself with a woman in your unit-- and you will, soon enough--" Nixon says, "She'll call you by your rank, but don't for a second think that means she takes you seriously or will listen to anything you say."

"And it's useless to try." Welsh says, and holds up his glass for Nixon to cheers.

"Sounds like my kind of girl," Bucky agrees under his breath, and gets another sideways glance from Nixon before he makes his excuses and heads off with Welsh, the both of them greeted with cheers, slaps on the back, and sounds of approval from their guys.

"He was right--" Buck says. "I wouldn't."

Bucky frowns. "What do you mean?"

"Over there." Buck tilts his head in the direction of the opposite corner of the room. At a table with one other man, there's another Airborne Lieutenant. Dark hair, darker eyes, and he's tracking Corporal Gray as she moves in the room.

"Huh." Bucky settles back into his seat, elbow on the bar behind him.

Buck turns around, chuckling when Bucky curses under his breath. "Better luck next time, Romeo."

Bucky watches as Kat Gray as she flits between her men, an easy smile on her face. They nudge her and crack jokes, and all bravado aside, he can see why she fits right in. These guys clearly care about her, and she about them.

She shows it with a quick touch to one mans arm as she leans behind him to talk to someone else, as she winks at another guy who rolls his eyes and nudges her in the arm as he claims the seat on her right.

A half hour later, they're getting ready to clear out when Bucky sees her approach, an armful of empty glasses in tow. She sets them on the bar on the other side of him, and nods her thanks when he takes the last few from her hands.

"How long left on your leave, Major?"

"Just one more day. Then it's wheels up." He says, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.

"Good luck." She says simply. "I can't imagine what it's like up there."

Bucky feels the smile slipping off his face, but he does his best to try to keep it up. He doesn't want to think about flying right now. He doesn't want to think about Curt, or Buck flying in on no engines, none of it.

"You take care on the ground and I'll do my best in the air, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

He can't help it, he laughs. At her confusion, he grins. "I have it on good authority that when you say sir, what you really mean is--"

"Don't finish that sentence," Buck says, amused. "Corporal. Have a nice night. Good luck."

"You two, Majors." She says, and then she's off, a Sergeant and Nixon waiting at the door for her.

He sees the Screaming Eagle on her arm as she goes, and he shakes his head. "Lady medic."

"You're gonna need a medic if you don't get to bed soon." Buck mutters. "Let's go."

#first of all this was not supposed to be this long #second of all i have no apologies #except that i am sorry that i'm forcing my blorbos including kat on all of you in yet another related AU #:)#softspeirs mota fanfiction #softspeirs band of brothers fanfiction #masters of the air fanfiction #band of brothers fanfiction #oc: kat gray

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nerdieforpedro · 6 months

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His Place of Peace

Dieter Bravo x plus size female reader

Fanfiction - teens and up I guess?

Masterlist / Dieter Bravo Masterlist

Warnings: just fluff and maybe a few innuendos, brief mention of drug use

Notes: I’ve actually had this in my WIP folder for a while. Re-worked it a bit and feel like it’s ready. A soft Dieter was inspired by lo-fi beats and coffee. Maybe how he would be if he was at home and looking over scripts. He’s touch oriented so I thought this fit.

Length: 835 (New personal short record!)

“Honey, you can’t wear those.” A gray robe was draped over the love seat as Dieter plopped on the floor in front of it. He had a script in hand and needed to focus.

“Why? I’m in my house and it’s a little cool.” You stood in the doorway to the living room. Happy that he was home, but a little miffed that he didn’t start with a greeting at least. It had been a year, you knew him well enough by now that Dieter Bravo didn’t always give you what you wanted, but he somehow surprised you with what you didn’t know you needed.

“I won’t feel your thighs properly if you wear pajama pants. Keep your tank top on though.” He instructed, and started to read the script again. You walked back to the bedroom and slipped off your bottoms, then donned a pair of white cheeky panties to match your tank top and walked out to the loveseat. Dieter peeked up at you,

“You didn’t need to put on panties.” His eyes went back to his script. Mumbling to himself, you’d only get parts of him now, the award winner took his craft seriously. Claiming your seat next to him on the loveseat, you didn’t feel like being compliant quite yet. One arm snaked over your thigh and his head leaned on your knee. “Baby, help me out.” His dark brown curls tickled your skin, you reached your hand for them but stopped yourself, it would be giving in. “Please…?” You couldn’t see his face, but you knew your boyfriend was making a pouty face.

“Fine, but I want cheese ravioli with garlic bread from that chef you take with you when you travel.” Your hand met its place among his rolling strands. They felt like silk and massaging his scalp helped him focus on learning his lines, so he said. A soft purr of satisfaction came from Dieter’s chest. Despite how frustrating he could be, moments like these made him sweet in your eyes. He wasn’t content with just the scalp massage, he wiggled in-between your legs and lifted your calves, placing your knees on each of his shoulders. Bravo locked his arms around your calves so you wouldn’t move your legs off, eyes still on his script. The facial hair on each side of his cheeks and jaw enticed you to start digging your fingernails on his scalp kneading the skin.

A calming hum left Deiter as he flipped the page, carefully reading what he needed to say next, trying to picture the character he would be playing in this role. His head started to bob side to side, alternating with the pressure from your fingernails into his scalp.

“You’re perfect, you know that right? I’ll tell the chef to make that nasty ass pineapple on one of the pizzas we’ll have tomorrow night. The ravioli will be tonight though. I need a kiss from my perfect woman, please?” His neck extended and his mischievous coffee eyes drank you in, your smile, the messy bun you had on your head, the tanktop that fit better six months ago according to you but Dieter would tell you it hugs you in the correct places. The only person that wasn’t contractually obligated to stay by his side through his three stents in rehab but convinced him to make the coke and molly an every other week treat.

“Alright, but then you’re going back to your script.” Your soft lips touched his forehead, lingering for a moment before pulling back. His large hand cupped your cheek to hold your face there so he could keep looking at you, studying your face, your moles, the small scar in your hairline that you told him was from you tried to use a hot comb on your hair by yourself. You turned your head to kiss the small circle tattoo he had on his left hand.

The actor’s face beamed at the small moments with you like this. Ones he thought he’d never have because he was always herded like some prize cattle, from one place to the next and any reprieve he found were in powders, bottles and pills. Due to his schedule, he barely had time to paint anymore, but here you were. Someone he could come home to, make jokes with, supportive and loving. His head was in the best place it could be, between your thick thighs, heavy legs keeping him from floating away in the weightless feeling you gave him each time you touched him.

Dieter’s hand let go of your face as you sat back, gently running the pads of your fingers across his forehead where your lips had been. His eyes returned to the words on the pages, re-reading the same line three times. He felt safe and loved, he cleared his throat to re-focus himself again finally getting to the line below, he’d stay here all night if allowed, secure with his beautiful perfect woman right above him.

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x plus size reader #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo fluff

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spooky-raccoon · 4 years

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Mirror Mirror on the Wall (Bob Gray x Reader)

Bob Gray X Female Reader

Been having some fun chat with @eldritch-rat they sent me this lovely request.

So, enjoy!

“Now, now, now doll face. Why did you run in there for?” Bob’s voice echoed off the walls of the fun house I had just barely managed to get into. My heart felt like it was trying to catch up as it pounded away hard in my chest. For just a moment I needed to close my eyes. Just a moment and to try to clear my head. That was easier said than done as Bob’s voice rang out with taunts.

Bob Gray had walked into my life not long ago. Just a day after the circus came into town. Of course, I had gone to see the circus for myself since it had been so long the last time I had been to one. This one had an old charm to it, and it made me feel nostalgic for a time I was never a part of. Perhaps it was the look of awe on my face or the twinkle in my eye that caught Bob’s attention. I had been taking in more of the sights when he approached me and introduced himself. There was something about the way he spoke and stared at you as he did it that drew me to him. I found myself going to the circus to not even ride any rides or see the sights but to chat with him instead while he went about his work. He was a caretaker of the animals, a handy man, and a performer. A jack of all trades so to speak though he talked more fondly of his acts as a clown he had happily named Pennywise. His stories and kindness entranced me much like the way he captured the audience when he donned his clown suit and entered the stage. Though I realize now I suppose that’s what he wanted.

A few days before the circus was due to leave I had learned he was not exactly human. There had been rumors of something attacking and being the cause for people missing but I didn’t really believe it much. A mistake on my part as I walked back home after work when it was nighttime. I walked past an alley that was on my path, but something caught my eye. Someone larger than usual in size and in what looked like a light grey costume hunched over but I could see some fiery orange hair poking out. I had seen that same costume and wig color on Bob from when I got to see his act myself. I should have ran but instead my legs walked my body down the alley. I needed to know if it was Bob and if maybe he had been hurt. I went down until I was right behind the back of the clown. There I could see that he was hunched over a corpse with way too many bites taken out of it. A scream left my throat and I fell to my ass with my legs kicking me away. The clown with a bloody and viscera covered face turned to me almost annoyed that its meal was interrupted. Those yellow eyes and that fang filled smile is still burned into my mind.

“Hello there doll.” The clown raised a gloved hand as he spoke in Bob’s voice. His voice? I didn’t get a chance to respond as the clown rushed at me and had me pinned down to the ground. “That heart of yours is beating, beating, beating, pounding away. I could snatch it right from your chest and gobble it down before you’re even gone.” He dragged a finger down my cheek all the way to my chest. “Such a frightened little thing. Didn’t mean to scare you too badly.” He grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me close to his face. “My little doll. I know you like when I call you that. But, my little doll, if you promise to keep those pretty lips shut I promise to not eat that heart right out of your chest. My circus is leaving soon, and I rather not have any worries to come back to.” As he spoke his eyes changed back to blue. The same blue that Bob had, and I knew in my sinking beating heart it was him.

“I promise not to tell Bob. I promise. I won’t say a word. Not a peep.” Words spilled out faster than I would have liked but he understood them regardless. His bloody gloved hand let go of my shirt and before I could fall back I was back on my feet. The clown had picked me up and he was now patting me on the head.

“Good, good. You’re such a good doll you know? I knew you’d be a good little one for me the moment I laid my eyes on you.” His fingers had a light grip on my chin so he could point my face up to his. “Now go home (Y/N). I’ll see you tomorrow at the circus.” He lightly patted me on the cheek and watched as I shakily left the alley. I should have been relieved that I had managed to get away with my life, but I was left with a fear I had never felt before. Sleep didn’t come for a while and if I knew that as soon as I fell asleep that Bob would be sitting on my bed to watch me I would have stayed awake.

Though now I found myself now in the hallway of a fun house. That morning I had talked with a friend while heading toward the circus. I didn’t want to go back, but I had already made a promise to my friend that we would go. The events had still left me shaken and they had prodded enough to get me to speak. Of course they didn’t believe. Instead they called me silly for thinking something like that and that it was all just a dream. After all so much had been happening lately. Of course it was a dream. Maybe they were right, but that voice and those eyes still were burned in my memory. Seeing Bob by his trailer with his toolbox didn’t help me. He smiled and waved like he had done the past few times. I used to always wave back and then he would wink. Though this time when he winked at me his eye changed yellow. Part of me knew that he also knew that I just blabbed about what I said. Though maybe if I stuck around with my friend I would be fine. If I could stick to crowds I would be alright.

Afternoon passed and that when my friend got called away by another group. This was common for us and normally I wouldn’t put up a fight about it, but I had to keep someone around. I almost managed to convince them to stay but when I went to reach out toward them Bob was right there to grab my wrist. He pulled me through the crowd, and we found ourselves behind one of the large tents. There was no one around, but we could hear the crowds of people just around the corner.

“I thought we made some promises last night doll.” His tall and lanky frame towered over me. His long arms made a cage around me as he put his hands on either side of the tent. He had already been working hard that day and the smell of his sweat along with the sweetness of the circus food were all hitting me. It was almost too much. “You gave me your word. Remember?”

“They don’t believe me. I swear it just slipped after they kept bugging me. Bob, please. Please, I’m sorry.” I started to stammer at the end, but his hand came over my mouth.

“I didn’t want things to end badly between us. In fact, I quite liked you. I had planned to maybe even convince you to run away with me. Though, I would have just snatched you up. You seem the type to like that sort of thing.” The grip on my mouth was getting tighter. “You found out my secret a little sooner than I would have wanted but can’t change the past now can we?” He shook my head for me. “I could eat you now. A quick snack would be nice.” As he smiled down at me, drool slipped past his lips to land on the ground between us. He had the same sharp fangs like last night and they were starting to get to close to my face.

I don’t know what spark I had in me, but I managed to get a kick in. First to his shins, catching him off guard and shouting out in pain. He had let go of me and I gave him a hard shove when he was just bending to grab his leg. As he stumbled to the ground I ran. I darted through the crowds of people who are gave me a stink eye of a look, but I couldn’t care less. I looked back just in time to see him walking through the sea of people who didn’t even dare give him the same look. How was he getting close so fast? That didn’t matter. I needed to get away. That’s when I saw the fun house and thought there would be a good place to hide for now at least.

So here I was, panting heavily and pressing my back against the cold wall and listening to Bob's taunts only get closer. I had to keep going even though my legs were already protesting. Maybe I’d find an emergency exit I could slip out through as I made my way through the different rooms. There had to be one somewhere. I stumbled into the hall of mirrors and I could feel my blood running cold. These were never my favorite, but I knew I needed to push through.

“(Y/N), you can’t hide from me. No matter which way you turn I’ll know where you are. You can’t change your fate.” His words echoed and hissed in my ears as if he was right there, but I knew I had left him behind far enough.

“Leave me alone!” The only thing I heard back from him was a chuckle. Not a pleasant one. Guttural and raspy.

I couldn’t stall anymore and darted into the mirrored hall. Hands out, I felt around for which way to turn and tried to memorize the dead ends I wound up stumbling into. I thought I was making some good head way, but things were getting too confusing and jumbled. Turn after turn and I was stuck. While I was looking around to try to figure out my bearings that’s when I saw Bob down the corridor. At least what I thought was the corridor. He was smiling and as he was walking forward I tried to run down a path I had found. I slammed into a mirror and stumbles back. With a hand on the mirror on either side I looked around to see if he was still around. When I looked to the side he was right there in the mirror, but he wasn’t in any others. How?

“I told you that I’d always know where you are doll.” As Bob spoke several more reflections of him appeared on the mirrors around me. “Poor little thing, all lost with nowhere to go.” A Bob walked into view in the mirror on the right spoke this time, catching my attention. Another Bob that had appeared behind me was the next to speak. “And you look plenty ripe for picking.” I looked down in time to see two hands shoot out the mirror on either side of me; a strange rippling effect happening around them. They clasped tightly around my waist which knocked all the air out of me.

“What the fuck.” I finally found my voice but those where the only words I could get out before another hand came out from the mirror on the left to cover over my mouth.

The hand moved my head with a jerk to look at the original Bob, or at least what I thought was the original at this point. He was looking more ragged and his smile was giving me chills. His teeth looked sharper and I remember on the occasion he would drool, but it felt like too much was dropping from his bottom lip. When he was just a few inches away he shooed the hand away from my mouth so instead he could grab my chin.

“I was going to take you on a little date (Y/N). Ravage your flesh in ways you never even dreamed off.” The hands around my waist started to wander my hips. “Treat you real nice before I took you away. Take you away to see all the sights the circus has to offer.” That’s when an idea popped in my head just as the hand from the side wrapped around my neck.

“Bob, I still want to see.” The squeezing pressure that had started to paused and the hands on my hips stopped. “You can still take me.”

His brows furrowed and a hard look replaced the anger that was once there on his face. The grip on my chin got tighter as he moved my face side to side. Suddenly, he put his face to my neck, and I could hear him inhaling deeply. I had to tense my back to stop myself from shuddering when the heat of his exhaled breath hit my skin. One of the hands that had paused on my hip moved down to my ass; giving it a playful pinch. It caught me off guard and a surprised gasp managed to slip out.

“You aren’t saying that to me just so I let you go? I’d be very mad if you were. I suggest you don’t lie to me, (Y/N). I’ll know if you are.” I could feel his lips moving on my skin. They were just barely touching, and I could already feel the glob of drool that soon came. With a tilt of my head, he ran the tip of his tongue all the way up to the shell of my ear. “You’ve lied to me once little one so you’re already on thin ice. Very. Very. Thin ice.”

“No, no, no. I promise it’s true.” I could feel my heart racing only harder in my chest. It wasn’t helping that the hand that gave me a cheeky pinch was starting to rub and grope. “You wouldn’t even have to kidnap me. All you have to do is ask and I’d be all yours. For as long as you want.”

My eyes followed him as he pulled his head back to look me dead in the eye now with that golden yellow gaze. Our eyes never broke away from the others and for a moment the air felt heavy on my chest. It was almost too painful to breath while the seconds dragged on for what felt like hours. Finally after what felt like an eternity, out of the corner of my vision I saw several more hands come from the mirrors. Some were just like his, but some were also wearing gloves just like the ones on his costume. I could feel them grab my clothes and in a quick jerk the sound of my clothes tearing interrupted the silence between us. I could hear the tattered remains of what was left fall to the floor just as he pressed his body into mine. I could feel his bulge pressing into me and as it throbbed I could feel my own stirring in my gut. Sure, I had admired and even was falling for him before all this, but now there was also fear coursed through my veins. It felt like more than just butterflies fluttering in my stomach that matched the ache between my legs.

“Can I take you?” Drool cascaded down his lip and landed on my now bare chest. It was so warm, but I could still feel goosebumps popping up all over my skin. I barely gave a nod and that was good enough for him. “My little doll.”

The next thing I saw were more hands emerging and they were leaving no inch of flesh untouched on my body. Squeezing, groping, pinching, smacking just in a messy wave one after the other. I didn’t bother holding back my noises, instead letting my mouth hang open to let out every whine and whimper. Bob himself was watching me from above. Sometimes he would be looking at my face, but he would also look down to watch how the other hands played with me. Though they were missing one place I realized as Bob slipped his own hand between my legs. I didn’t need to part them myself as two hands on either side grabbed the back of my knees to effortlessly lift them off the ground.

“So soft.” Two of his fingers rubbed into me and if it wasn’t for the hands keeping me in place I would have ground down into them. “You’re so soft. Softer than I imagined.” He pulled his fingers away and he stared down at the slick that I had left behind on them. His eyes locked back with mine as he brought his fingers to his mouth and his tongue worked slowly at cleaning them. I watched as his eyes fluttered, but the low clicking noise that came from his chest pulled me out of the odd trance. “And your taste. You’re so sweet little one. I need more. MoRE!”

As he yelled the hands grabbed me roughly and began to lifted me higher. I tried to squirm, but that only made them grab tighter. When I was high enough for Bob, two hands moved away from my thighs just for his own to replace them. I looked down to watch as he ran his tongue along one of my thighs. I could feel the tips of the fangs just barely grazing my skin, thankfully not hard enough to cut, but they did leave angry marks behind. Though it wasn’t the fangs I had to worry about. The hands that were grabbing me had started to change and I could feel the sharpness of what felt like claws starting to dig into my skin. I didn’t dare move and my sudden stiffness made Bob chuckle. His yellow eyes saw the concerned expression on my face just before it turned into a look of ecstasy as his tongue started to roll and lap at my folds. My toes curled and I let my head fall back against the mirror as I moaned out. At least for just a moment until a clawed hand grabbed my hair and shoved my head downward.

“Now, now, (Y/N). I don’t want you to miss a show. Keep your eyes on Old Bob.” One of his yellow eyes winked at me.

His mouth latched on once more and his eyes never looked away from my face. My eyes did though as they had a hard time staying open or even focused. I wanted to squirm. I wanted to grind into his face, against that tongue. All I could do though was feel the muscles in my gut tightening with each wave of pleasure. Hands were rolling and pinching the most sensitive parts of my flesh which wasn’t helping. I was losing myself in the pleasure and ready to let go. Just as I was about to finally go over he pulled his mouth away and the hands froze all together. I let out a pathetic whine which made him chuckle. The hands lowered me just a little and I watched him with half lidded eyes as he licked his lips of both his saliva and my juices. When I was the right height two of his fingers slid into me, curling ever so slightly as he pumped his hand.

“Can’t have you cum yet my doll. No, no, no. Not yet. You get to cum when I tell you to. Understand?” His pumps had started slow, but he was quickly picking up speed. His head tilted as he listened to my moans and whines, pleased by each little noise that left my lips. “You like being noisy for me, hm? Yeah, you do. Those whimpers can drive a man mad. Though, I’d rather use that mouth and throat for a little bit.”

I thought that I would have been lowered more for him but instead the hand in my hair yanked me back. You would think that my head would have smacked hard into the mirror but instead my upper body phased through. An abyss was ahead of me though with the flashing lights from the mirrored hall I could see a figure coming into focus. Though another Bob didn’t come into view, but instead his clown look did. Pennywise the Dancing Clown. It wasn’t exactly like his look. He was much taller just like when he was in the alleyway. Yellow eyes, pointy teeth, and all. The only thing missing was the blood and other bits dawning the front of him he had that night. His look would have given me chills if it wasn’t for Bob still pumping his fingers into me.

“Been a while little one, hasn’t it? It feels just like yesterday we saw each other.” A gloves hand caressed my cheek and moved to the back of my head. “And today we get to play. Isn’t that exciting, hm?”

There was a soothing touch with how his fingers worked through my hair while I watched his other hand fiddle with the front of his pantaloons. I don’t know what I was expecting to be in the pants of a clown, but it certainly wasn’t what began to writhe under the fabric. When he freed himself there just a few inches away was a mass of tentacles. Though, there was a larger one that had more bumps and ridges than the rest. It was deep shades of red, purple, and black all mixed in with white veins breaking through the color here and there. The thing moved on its own though it looked as if it was moving to find something. And find something it did.

Bob gave a slap to my folds, causing me to gasp and whine. My mouth opened wide enough for Pennywise to slip the tendril partially into my mouth. I could hear a series of clicks coming from the clown just as he started to thrust. The smaller tendrils moved along my face each time he would slip into my mouth. Some even pulled on my lips every few passes. He went further and further each time until I gagged and could feel my own drool slip down my face. Bob’s hand only went faster, and I could feel my legs being pulled up and spread. Then came the sound of a zipper.

“Bobby boy wants to play too. We both get to play with our new precious. What a treat.” The clown tossed his head back in a laugh just as I felt Bob’s cock slap down on my folds. It was thick and as it rested there I could feel the weight of it.

“This is what you’ll look forward to (Y/N).” Bob rubbed the head of his cock along me, just teasing my hole. “A new life full of fun.” Bob started to slip his cock into me, taking his time. Perhaps to feel how I stretched around him or simply for dramatics sake.

Pennywise though wasn’t letting up. I could feel his tendril bulging my throat, especially as his hand clasped over my throat. That’s when he started to choke me. Starting slowly he cut off my air flow even more. Tears stung in my eyes before making their way down to join my drool. All I could hear was his laughter ringing in my ear. Just before it got too much he pulled back and let go. I didn’t know air could be so sweet. I savored what I got into my lungs and even the moans I made while Bob fucked me. With just a moment, I looked up slightly to watch as he started to pick up his pace. He had a snarl on his face with a firm grip on my hips, his nails sinking into my skin. I didn’t get to watch long before Pennywise pulled my head back to have his way with my throat once more.

I don’t remember how long I was like this. Time didn’t really matter as the two used me. It felt like it dragged on though with each time Bob would pull away any time I got close to my own climax. I would get so close and they both would suddenly stop so they could listen to me whine and try to struggle against the arms. The more I struggled the tighter I was held in place. I’m sure I would be covered in bruises, but I didn’t care. I was getting so close and they would just rip it away.

“Aw, does my poor little doll want to cum?” Bob’s voice cooed and his large hands roughly rubbed into the back of my thighs. “You have been a good girl. You’ve been taking us both like a good little whore.” A smack came down on my thigh which made me cry out. “Think we should let her have what she wants?”

“Mmm, let’s.” Pennywise spoke next, a cruel smile on his face as he lifted my head so I could see him. “Little thing is battered, and she deserves her little treat. Good little doll.”

“Please.” I didn’t realize how rough my voice would sound but it made the two laugh. “Please let me cum.” My whole throat felt rough and my lips had the slightest of tingle but were mostly numb.

Bob, with that damned smirk of his, reached through the mirror to grab my neck. He pulled me up and back through the mirror. When I was sitting up the hands moved away just as his hands and Pennywise’s grabbed onto me in their place. They both moved together as they took a few steps back so that way Pennywise could make his way through the mirror as well. Each had an arm looped under the back of my knee, spreading me wide. First, I felt Bob’s cock sink into me as they lowered me. My head fell back onto Pennywise’s chest as I moaned out, eyes rolling back and shutting. Surprisingly, they let me have control of my arms, so I put one to hold onto Bob while the other went back to hold onto Pennywise. Bob began his thrusts again and as he did the clown used his free hand to fondle my chest. Bob dipped his head to bite at my neck and shoulder surely to leave more marks to cover my body. His mouth worked its way down and with each bite I could feel drool sliding down my already sweat covered skin. In my ear was the sound of clicking from the clowns throat as he watched his other self indulge first.

“My turn.” Pennywise hissed and Bob gave a scowl before sliding out. He didn’t lift his mouth away though from my breast which the clown didn’t mind. The clown lifted me just a little and slide me down along his length. Feeling the tendril move inside me was so strange, foreign. I didn’t know what to make of it at first, but as it moved against all my sweet spots I was soon melting in their holds once more. “Thaaaat's it little one. Doesn’t that feel so good? Yes, you love it.” Pennywise taunted as he started to bounce me. The smaller tendrils would either rubbed my folds, joined the main tendril, or teased my other hole. It all felt like so much.

“You’re really enjoying yourself princess.” Bob lifted his head so I could see his smirk. “You’re eating this all up. You dirty little whore.” He smacked a hand across my breast, right across my sore nipples which made me arch against Pennywise. “You’ve been needing something like this for so long. It’s a good thing Old Bob came around to take you away.” His hands cupped each breast and he started to pinch and twist my nipples. “You made the right choice, deciding to run away and be our little fuck toy. Tell me doll, tell me how much you love it.”

“I-I’ve never felt sssso good. Fuck, Bob!” Pennywise was increasing his speed and the tendrils were getting more attentive. “Pe-Pennywise! You both make me feel so good! Oh, fuck.” The tendril inside me worked deeper as it found my g-spot. “I-I want you both. Please, please.”

“The little lady did say please.” Pennywise snickered, sliding his slimy tongue along my shoulder. “Let’s give her what she wants.”

Pennywise had to crouch some, but as he did Bob was already lining himself to join inside her. The clown didn’t let down his pace, but with how soaking wet I already was it wasn’t much of an effort to get inside. Though, once both were comfortably inside they no longer held themselves back. Their taunts had changed to grunts, snarls, and moans. It was the only thing I could hear along with the sound of skin slapping skin and the noises I could manage out myself. Human fingertips dug hard into soft flesh and I didn’t even notice that Pennywise’s gloves had ripped when clawed fingers took their place until those claws sunk into my skin. I didn’t even notice blood trickling down my ass and hips. Sensations were blending together, pain mixing with pleasure. All of it driving me closer and closer to the edge of release I had been desperately needing. Even though it was a tight fit with the two of their girths inside me I was only squeezing them tighter.

A part of me feared that they would both pull away like they had done time and time before. Closer, closer, closer until it was at the spot where they would always stop. The build up at this point had become so painful. Suddenly, as I finally got my orgasm Pennywise sunk his fangs into the meat of my shoulder. I couldn’t tell if my scream was from the sudden pain or from the blissful release I had been denied, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t care as I got lost in the crashing waves of everything whirling together. My hips bucked and my whole body writhed in their grasp. Granted, the bite mark was only getting worse the more I moved but that was a problem for later. I rode out my climax while the two never eased up. For a moment after, I was a limp doll with my own drool slipping from my lip. When my head slumped forward Bob grabbed my chin and slid his tongue to collect my spit before planting a slobbery kiss hard on my lips.

He was the first to cum then Pennywise. While Bob groaned deep in his chest, Pennywise unlatched from the wound in my shoulder to throw his head back in a roar. For a moment I thought the mirrors around us would shatter but they didn’t even move. The tendrils deep inside me thrashed what they could in their confines. I couldn’t tell who was filling me up the most, but together it felt like too much. Uncomfortable, but soothing all at once. Pennywise was the only one to slide out though when he came down from his high. With him no longer inside he carefully leaned me onto Bob who’s own arms holding me and hands cupping my ass. My head flopped onto his shoulder and my arms found their way around Bob’s torso. He was so warm and still smelled like the circus confections though his musk overpowered it all.

“We’ll play again little one.” Pennywise ran his tongue over the bloody bite before planting a gentle kiss on my cheek. I only responded with a soft noise which was good enough for the clown. It was hard to focus on anything other than the throbbing pain and bliss my body was going through along with how my heart pounded hard in my chest. “Get some rest until then.” He chuckled and I watched in the reflection of a mirror of him walking back through with his pantaloons back to normal.

“Now that he’s gone how about we get you back to your new home? We need to get ready to head on to the next town. I’ll make sure you’re comfortable. You’ll never have another thing to worry about while you’re mine.” There was something sinister in Bob’s voice as he walked through the maze, leaving whatever bits of clothes I had behind. “You’re going to love the circus life, (Y/N).” He walked right up to an EXIT door and got himself tucked back into his pants. I may have been leaking a mixture of fluids, but that didn’t stop him from holding me bridal style through the doorway. “For now though, get some rest.” I don’t even remember falling asleep, but I was out like a light before we even reached his trailer. Or should I say our trailer?

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little-lily-w · 4 years

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Popcorn with milk

Warnings: degrading Pennywise, rough blowjob, namecalling, “daddy” mention.

-Such a beautiful disgusting human you are – Pennywise growls at the feeling of your hand palming his cock from the outside of his clown pants – So eager for me you had to come and kneel on this sewer water just to spend time with ol’ Pennywise – You pull the elastic of the fabric down, his words making you sexually ravenous and, most important, pleasantly submissive while his long gloved fingers run along your hair.

-May I, Daddy? – you lick your lips at the sight of his shape, of course he is thick but he is specially long, as if his member goes according to his enormous height. A trail of drool falls on top of your head in response as he nods and you hurry to take the rounded tip with your mouth, suctioning with pressure.

-Easy – he hisses and groans from the back of his throat – If you get too enthusiastic with your teeth, I’ll get enthusiastic back with mine.

You cover your frontal teeth with your upper lip at his threat, knowing fairly well his torture ways and in spite of how much he arouses you, not forgetting who you are dealing with. You swirl your tongue around the head before taking courage to push his shaft further inside you so that your saliva starts dripping down from the relaxation of your jaw.

-Oh fuck, such a good little whore – he moans with his typical guttural voice – So fucking needy – he grabs your head with both hands, the fabric of his white gloves pressing roughly the space behind your ears and he starts moving it up and down his length forcing you to maintain a steady rhythm. From time to time you choke, especially when he is all the way inside letting you believe that you are doing a good effort to hold him but instead he just shape-shifts and grows another pair of centimeters longer to make you gag and squirm. Your hands are by now tightly gripping his the rolled down grey pants while he keeps abusing your mouth again and again, growling louder and louder till it becomes animalistic and you know he is close – Look at you. All happy in this filthy place blowing me, I knew you were a slut from the moment I saw you. But don’t worry, your dirty little secret is safe with me – he gives a last brutal thrust into your throat and the warm liquid spills, travelling directly to your belly as you cough and wiggle for air. But it’s not until he finishes cumming that you are allowed to take a deep breath with burning lungs – Tell me, darling – he says agitated, moving his pants up again – Have you ever had popcorn with milk?

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pennywisesbarbie · 5 years

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Helloooo could you write a naughty bob gray fic of him getting possessive over the reader when she’s talking to other boys even if it’s just innocent he like takes it personally and punished her??? Pls and thank you

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A/N: I’m a filthy person. I gift this filthiness to you.

-Barbie-

The routine of the day was almost exhausting. So many pirouettes and acrobatic movements have left their trail on your legs, specially on the stiffed musculature of your thighs. But it was necessary to make perfect practice because tomorrow you and the rest of the group are giving the show as the main entertainment part of the circus and, being under Robert Gray´s leadership, you all know he expects nothing but perfection.

So you are staying with your partners on the stage after the practice, searching for your water bottle that you´d swear you´ve left right behind the left curtain but now you are unable to find. Feeling pity for your sweaty being, one of the guys extends his bottle to you and relieved, you accept it, gulping it down your throat to calm the unbearable thirst.

- Darling, you´ve finished it!

- Oh, god, I´m so sorry. I didn´t realize. I´ll buy you another one, I promise!

- I´m joking, sweetheart – he chuckles in a flirty way – But you can buy me another one if you want.

- Thank you – you reply noticing him advancing towards you so you surreptitiously make a step back.

- Do you have plans for the evening? I mean, if you want to buy me a drink, we can handle that in a bar, what do you think?

- Um… actually…

-Y/N – his unmistakable voice calls you from the back of the theatre and makes you jump – To my office. Now.

- Shit – you say as soon as you watch Bob leaving and you hurry your way to follow his path completely ignoring your partner´s invitation since Mr. Gray´s temper is the only thing galloping in your mind right now.

-Kneel – he orders once inside his office, after your futile attempt to speak in explanation. Door closed, no escape. You obey with no hesitation, it wouldn´t be wisely, but the ache in your thighs is even more uncomfortable than the pain of your knees on the rough wooden floor.

-It´s not what you are thinking, Sir. He was…

- Did I give you permission to talk?

-No, Sir – you swallow.

Robert reaches your face with gentle fingertips but his caresses to your cheek feel like lethal threats.

- My greedy whore – his voice raspy – Not satisfied with being the center of attention, she has to go and have a friendly chit chat with another man – all of a sudden, he slaps you across the face, grabbing then your chin harshly to force you to look at him again. You want to explain yourself but he is not allowing it and you know that if even a single word escapes your lips without him demanding you to do so, the consequences could be much worse than this type of roughness – You are so eager to speak, aren´t you? To whine like a little baby about how innocent you are, how you “didn´t have to do with that” – he mocks you using a high pitched tone. But don´t worry, I´ll let you go ahead and put up your reasons.

- Thank you, Sir – you gasp – What I was…

Another slap to your face causes you to shut up, the sound of his laugh is the only sound in the room.

- Darling, the only explanations I want to hear are the slutty sounds you make when my cock is at the back of your throat. Now open that mouth wide and get ready for me. We´ll search hard and deep for the right answers.

A/N: I had to tag @bobgrvys on this

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bill-skarsgalactic · 5 years

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Here it finally is! The first part of my Bob Gray fic, Glacis. I’ll be real with y’all it’s a slow start and we’re still establishing things, but I hope you’ll hang around and join me, Bob and Dee on this journey.

I’ve got a mountain of people to thank for cheering me on and telling me to pull a Shia and just do it, so here goes: @elisabethwise, @cum-a-calla, @hey-little-songbird, @sustisama, @queenoftheclownsme, @slendyisbae, @dolphinsapphire28, @mersypaint, @aethersghoulette, @starryeyed-moonlight, @headoverhiddles, @kiss-me-fat-boy, @orangebendyboi123, @team-aggressive, @babycollectionman, @versaceintears, @sarac1409, @anastasiaskarsgard, @originalclodmakergarden, @cosmic-caffelatte, @whac-a-leo, @not-yet-psychologist, @pennytrash, @shawtyhadthemapplebottomjeans, @ragazzazucca, @pastelfae63, @furypilot22, @asphodelsandpomegranates, @yumplums, @simonsoderbergtrash (Again, y’all are not obligated to read this by ANY means, I’m just super grateful!)

Title: Glacis.

Description: Bob and Dee’s lives are about to be turned upside down, so the two of them decide to get a fresh start by purchasing a ramshackle cottage in the middle of the woods. Little do they know that this is only the beginning of their descent into chaos.

Pairing: Bob Gray x OFC

Warnings: None... for now.

What inspired the move was supposed to bring us joy. We envisioned a mountain of joy that we could climb as a family, hand-in-hand while basking in the beauty around us. What we got instead was devastation, an avalanche that we could never have predicted. We never anticipated the crushing weight of our neglect in heeding the subtle rumbling of the ground beneath us.

For partners who had only seen four seasons as a married couple, the news that we were expecting our first child rang bittersweet in our ears, and the felicity of first-time parenthood came swaddled in anxiety. Bob and I were confident in the fact that the love we had to give was abundant, and that our child would never want for affection and support, but we also weren’t fools. We knew that raising a child took so much more than that.

Bob and I didn’t have much. Both of our parents had been gone long enough for us to smile at their memory rather than lament over their loss, and our friends were few and far between. The truth is, Bob was my best friend and I was his. We’d found each other in the twilight of our youth, we’d shed the skin of juvenility together and walked into adolescence hand-in-hand, our grip never faltering as we stumbled through the uncertainty of adulthood.

To say that it was all bad would have been a lie. In a time where work was scarce and a full meal was a rarity, our love and laughter was bountiful. Having our heat shut off didn’t feel so bad when the two of us could make each other laugh until our cheeks grew hot and our bellies stung with mirth. Even when the blackness was too dark for the silvery glow of laughter to penetrate, we’d hold each other. We’d hold each other until our skin became hot wax and we melted together, we’d hold each other until the sounds of our heartbeats, pounding like voodoo drums in our chest, lulled us to sleep.

Our way of life wasn’t always easy but it worked for us. However, Bob and I both knew that you needed more than love and laughter to raise a child, and if we were being given the chance to be parents, we wanted to do it right. That’s when we found the cottage.

The cottage had been Bob’s idea, and although I was apprehensive about it at first, the way his eyes lit up when he spoke of it, persuaded me otherwise. Bob and I had never owned property, we’d never had the means and we’d never felt the need, until we were faced with the hatch of new responsibility.

Bob sold the cottage to me as though it was fate, as though the cottage had been waiting for us to find it and as though it was ours before we’d even purchased it. Bob claimed the cottage had sought him out, and it would be an affront to the universe if we were to ignore it. My husband had spent the last few months working for the circus. It was grunt work that we knew would not last forever, but it was work nonetheless. It was income we could not afford to go without. While tending to the grounds, picking up the remnants of the previous night’s merriment, Bob came upon a page from a day old copy of the local newspaper. The cottage stared back at him, decaying and begging to be brought back to life.

The cottage was a steal, and although it needed work, Bob insisted we were capable of restoring it. He insisted that underneath the rotting wood and broken window panes, lay our fairy tale. We could grow our own food; plump red tomatoes, butternut squash and runner beans. We could get a few goats and some chickens, gorge ourselves on milk, eggs and goats cheese. Bob painted our new life to me in intricate detail and vivid technicolor, and I liked what I saw. I saw our little girl, sandy haired and blue-eyed, never having to go hungry and never having to endure the same hardship we had.

Bob reasoned that change was upon us whether we liked it or not. It would hit us like a tidal wave eventually and diving head-first into placid waters before the swell was the most logical approach. If things were going to change for us, they might as well change completely.

Our decision was not an easy one to make, but once we’d made it, the excitement overrode the anxiety that, up until that point, had been bubbling in our gut. The promise of metamorphosis sucked the fear from our wounds like it was venom, and the two of us felt the vigor return to our bodies. We sold off our belongings one by one, until we were left with nothing but the clothes on our backs, and our old pick-up which Robert had inherited from his father before he passed. We scraped together every last penny we had. Finally, after weeks of nervous anticipation, and the promise of a life that seemed more like a fever dream than reality, we purchased the cottage.

With nothing much to pack up, we left the only home we’d ever known as a couple behind us, and drove north until the town dissolved into lush green forest and open roads. Bob assured me that the fresh country air would be good for me, that our child would benefit from the serenity and peace that our remote new home allowed us, and when I rolled my window down and breathed in the scent of fresh pine needles and the promise of rain, I knew he was right.

Leaving Derry behind us was more liberating than it was sad. It felt like a weight lifting off of my shoulders and, when I looked over at Bob behind the wheel, his smile told me that he felt it too. The warmth of our shared joy spread through me like treacle and I wanted to revel in it, closing my eyes as we raced towards our new life, the cool summer wind combing through my hair and Bob’s hand in mine.

I must have dozed off at some point. The clunking of the pick-up truck beneath us woke me as we turned off the main road and down a gravel path. While on the main road, we’d been flanked by towering pines and elms, now we were surrounded, completely enveloped by an overabundance of emerald, jade and chartreuse, reminding me just how isolated we would be.

As we ambled down the gravel road I straightened in my seat, peering out into the dense foliage in the hope of catching my first glimpse of the cottage. Only the wilderness stared back, moss covered and buzzing with the voices of a thousand cicadas. As though sensing my impatience, Bob leaned over and gave my knee a reassuring squeeze.

“Almost there, darling,” he told me, his fingers flexing on the steering wheel as he fought to contain the excitement that rippled through him. It buzzed electric and I felt it like a static shock when Bob briefly turned from the road to plant a kiss on my cheek.

After about a mile the cottage finally came into view, and to anyone else, it might’ve seemed like more of an ode to senescence than something pulled from the pages from a children’s story. My eyes, rose-tinted and glossy with hope saw paradise within its four walls.

My hand was already on the door handle before Bob had even stopped the truck. The car door creaked in protest as I pushed it open and my feet found the pine covered dirt as the truck came to a stop in front of our new home. I stepped out of the truck and marveled at it. I marveled at the dilapidated porch adorned in delicate, green vines that weaved labyrinthine through the surrounding railing, and between the floorboards. Bob moved around the front of the truck and stopped beside me, throwing one long, pale arm over my shoulders.

“I know she needs some work, but what d’you think?” he inquired softly, studying my expression intently, searching for an unspoken answer in my expression.

The truth was that although the cottage was in bad shape and I knew that its revival would come with great sacrifice, it was ours, and we had worked hard for it. Its potential was simply waiting to be unearthed under layers of wood rot and dry leaves. Despite all of those things, one thought stood out to me and resonated, ringing and ricocheting off the corners of my mind, flooding me with a warmth that filled me from the toes up. Our baby girl and the cottage would be growing together, taking shape and transforming until they both stood strong and beautiful, readying themselves to house our hearts.

I turned away from our ramshackle cottage to look at Bob, my eyes brimming with tears and my cheeks flushed. My Bob, my Robert, he looked terrified as he waited for my response, as though he assumed my dewy eyes augured immense disappointment.

My hands, that had previously been resting on either side of my face in a vain attempt to stop a smile from spreading across my cheeks, found Bob’s jaw and gently tugged him down to meet my eyes.

“It’s perfect, Robert,” I whispered, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss to his lips. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to mine and after a moment of nothing but the deafening shriek of cicadas, he let out a relieved puff of breath and smiled. His long arms found my waist and pulled me flush against him, the happiness radiating off of his body like ultraviolet rays. It seeped into my skin, bringing the joy in me to a boil until it bubbled out of my mouth in peals of laughter.

In the back of my mind I knew that the days to come would be unforgiving, that the sweltering summer sun would not be merciful, our empty pockets would not take pity on us, and that Bob and I had one last stretch of hardship to endure before we found the Garden of Eden. However, the bird’s eye view of the two of us standing in front of our new home, so wrapped up in each other that we looked like one entity against the backdrop of dry grass, cast those thoughts into darkness. If I had only taken a moment to look deeper I might have noticed that in those shadows lurked something else, something far more sinister and threatening. Peering at us from the shadows with jaundice eyes, lying in wait to pull us in and devour us.

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