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luvrxbunny · 5 months

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I need something borderline illegal. Like dark and twisted. Like I want to question my moral compass but read on.

Am I asking for dad’s best friend!Joel? pshhhhhh. Am I asking for bratty! reader?? Pshhhhhh. Am I asking for anything???

Am I asking for smutty smut?! Yes I am.

Ofc if you are uncomfortable with any of these don’t hesitate to ignore this and also no pressure ily ❤️

a/n: reader isn't bratty, im sorry! i forgot :((

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pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!virgin!reader

summary: Joel can’t stay away from you any longer.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, alcohol, voyeurism/somnophilia + dub-con, dry humping, cum in pants

wc: 4.0k

a/n: i hope this is dark enough!! the only reason the ask is a ss instead of the actual thing is cus i formatted the whole story then realized i forgot to put it in the reply to the ask (loosely proofread)

It’s 2 am and Joel can’t stop thinking about you. How you’re sleeping soundly in his room, in his bed, in his shirt as pajamas because you had “forgotten to pack some”, something you both knew was a lie. He knows you’re toying with him, you started a bit before, but since you’ve turned 18? It's just been on rapid fire.

He pulls out his phone and scrolls through your text thread, scoffing at every other conversation. It was so apparent, in every text, how badly you want him.

Mon, Aug 16 at 4:41 AM

bbg: big man! text me when u wake up i have a joke

You: Why are you awake at this time?

bbg: wtf why are YOU awake 🤨

You: I have trouble sleeping, you know that.

bbg: aww poor joey 😢

You: Are you going to answer my question, darling?

bbg: im doing skincare and stuff

You: You have to wake up this early for that stuff?

bbg: can’t put a price on feeling bonita

You: Why are you speaking Spanish now?

bbg: nevermind lmao

bbg: so have u tried meditation

You: What?

bbg: for your sleeping troubles

You: I’m not that kind of guy.

bbg: what about getting off

You: Excuse me?

bbg: like masturbation n stuff

You: I know what you’re saying.

You: I don’t understand why you’re talking about this with me.

bbg: we haven’t even talked about it 😭

bbg: obviously we can end the convo if ur uncomfy but its a very good way to fall asleep

He remembers needing a pause after he read that text for the first time. It had only been four months since your birthday and you were already drastically different. Joel never expected it, he always thought your feelings had already reached their limit but it turns out you were holding back because you weren’t of age. Now that you are… He doesn’t know what he’s going to do. His morals may not be strong enough for the thought of “ his best friend's daughter” to hold him back. He’s already rationalized himself out of the “daughter's best friend” thought. You’re not even going to school together anymore. Sarah lives on campus so you guys never see each other and you barely ever text.

You: I have not.

bbg: what? literally how?

bbg: you should

bbg: it totally works

You: That’s good to know.

You: Get back to your skincare, honey. I’ll message you later.

Mon, Aug 16 at 5:03 AM

bbg: joel?

Mon, Aug 16 at 5:37 AM

bbg: are you masturbating?

You: Sweetheart. You can’t ask me things like that. It’s not right.

bbg: u didnt answer! i got curious

You: Still.

bbg: i dont see the problem we’re both adults 🫢

You: Barely.

bbg: dont be mean

You: Do you need something

You: I said I’d text you later

bbg: wow no punctuation?

You: Busy

bbg: getting off?

He remembers staring at your text, unbelieving that you’d send him something like that, so forward, so dirty. He remembers the thought that you were joking. Obviously, you don’t expect him to say yes, that’s why you asked in the first place. Maybe his perverted mind was interpreting your behavior as flirting but you’re just being yourself around him. All these thoughts were swirling in his head but the feeling of his hand flying over his cock, pretending it’s yours, that you're in his ear whispering to him... That thought was stronger, that feeling was stronger.

You: Yes.

bbg: good. have fun, joey

He gets up for his fourth beer, hoping to drown the impure thoughts, starring you, that plague his mind. It’d be so easy to have you, you’ve been throwing yourself at him since you turned 17. He’s been ignoring it, adamantly. It wasn’t right, despite the age difference, the fact that you’re his daughter’s best friend and his best friend’s daughter. On top of that, you only just turned 18.

You’ve been staying at Joel’s for a month. He takes the guest room because you say that his bed is better. You haven’t gone home because your dad is still working on your birthday present/room renovations and he doesn't want you to see it until it’s done. He offered up Joel’s house to keep you, knowing his best friend wouldn't mind, unknowing that his best friend was corrupt for his daughter.

Joel was trying to ignore the way his body was heating up, still scrolling through the texts. He remembers that conversation perfectly. He remembers the adrenaline that was coursing through him as he confessed. He remembers how hard he came at your response. When thinking about this conversation he also remembers the guilt, it’s the most vivid emotion he remembers, usually. But the alcohol seems to be drowning that part out, and Joel scrolls on.

He finds a patch of texts that he actively avoids, usually. It’s picture after picture of you in the most adorable outfits in the most suggestive positions. There are plenty of you lying on your back, some with your head turned to show off your perfectly curved, unmarked, un-bitten, neck. There are a few where you’re sitting down with the camera angled up, giving Joel too many situations his head can come up with. Then there’s the worst one, his favorite- he doesn’t even know how you took this one. You’re sitting on your knees, hands rested on your thighs and you’re looking up at the camera with a shy smile.

There are two things about this photo that really fuck him up.

First, your smile, the way it lets him know that you’re trying to fuck him up, you know what you’re doing with this pose, this positioning, you’re even embarrassed by it, a little nervous about it but you still felt the need to take the photo, for him.

Second, the height, and the way the camera is positioned shows him that these photos were specifically crafted for him because the height the camera is at is exactly how he’d see you if you were on your knees like that for him.

You made sure that he noticed because the very next day, you needed him to tie a bow in your hair and instead of waiting for him to get off the couch you placed yourself on the ground, between his legs, in this pose. He had to hide his erection until you left and then fight the urge to get himself off in your room for the rest of the night.

He glances at his room door, you’re sleeping so soundly in there.

She wouldn’t even notice if someone went in there right now. She definitely wouldn’t notice me… Hell, as if she’d mind either way… I mean- Would she?

The alcohol clouds his thoughts, gives him bad ideas, and then convinces him that they’re good- this one being one of them. He grabs his almost-finished beer and heads to the fridge to grab a fifth one, knowing he’ll be in there for a while.

He does this sometimes, you look so peaceful when you sleep… it’s the only time he can admire you without putting all his relationships at risk. He reaches the door and turns the knob slowly to avoid creaking. He enters the room, his socks padding his footsteps, and the darkness gives him no shadow. He moves one of your tops off of his desk chair and turns it to face your sleeping figure while placing his beers down. You’re already bringing a smile to his face. You’ve got your face shoved into one of his pillows, your arm tucked under it, and your leg is pulled up to your waist, sticking out from under his tan comforter. You’re wearing one of his hoodies for sleepwear—

Fuck.

and it doesn’t look like you have anything on your bottom half. It’s a little cold in his room so little goosebumps have bloomed over your exposed skin. He takes a swig of beer, finishing his fourth as he examines you. Your face twitches for a moment, your eyebrows furrow, and your nose twitches like a rabbit before calming back down. He opens the other beer and fills his mouth with it, hoping that the alcohol stops the fluttering in his stomach while he drinks it down.

You shiver a bit but your leg doesn’t move, the goosebumps just become more prominent. His hand is reaching out for you before he can think, rubbing your calf gently to soothe and warm you up a bit. You let out a relieved sigh at his contact and your leg presses further into his warmth. He has to take a deep breath as his mind runs wild, convincing him that this is some sort of sign, that even in you’re sleep you’re trying to be closer to him, that he should just give in.

No, she’s your best friend's daughter. Sure she’s her own person now, legally an adult, an’ can make decisions for herself… an’ yeah she’s not owned or controlled by anyone and just cause I’m friends with her father ain’t a fair reason to completely rule her out from being a potential partner… Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad… maybe it’s actually more fucked up for me to avoid her just cause of who birthed her. That’s totally not fair to her! I mean I know I wouldn't want anyone judging me based on who my parents are y’know? Maybe I should put myself in her shoes.

His breathing speeds up as he breaks through his last piece of resistance. Now he’s just trying to figure out how soon he can have you.

I’ll have to court her first, flirt with her a bit before asking her out to dinner, then maybe she’ll accept my offer to be my girlfriend by the third date… From there maybe she’ll have sex with me for the three-month anniversary… she might be a bit more timid than that but we’re looking at a four- five-month plan… That can work- I can definitely work with that.

You whine and stretch your body, your legs straighten and your arms spread out, you turn and rest one arm on top of your head before you lift your leg, bending it above your waist but with the other one this time. The new position leaves the blanket covering nothing but one of your inner thighs and to add insult to injury your raised arms lift his hoodie, revealing a beautiful sliver of your stomach.

Or I could have her now.

The thought is too powerful to stop, his opportunity is too perfect, Ellie is out with whatever girl she’s currently entertaining, and Sarah doesn’t live here anymore. Your father would never be awake at this time and Joel is hard, wanting, and so so ready for you. He’s crawling into bed beside you after downing half his beer for the nerves.

He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t.

He settles next to you and your leg presses into him again, searching for him and his warmth. You slowly turn to him as he stares at you, watching how sluggish your movements are in your sleep. You snuggle into the pillow in front of him and take a long inhale of its scent, a little smile resting on your lips while you breathe out. Your face is inches from his, and his hand is down his pants in an instant.

The relief is heavenly, he’s been throbbing for you since he read those texts. He can’t help the way he reacts to you. He can smell your toothpaste on your breath as you gently snore in front of him. He wraps his warm hand around his cock and his soft lips part into an ‘O’. His eyes roll back for a second but he immediately focuses them back on you. He’s tugging at himself violently, not even thinking about savoring this moment, just needing to cum for you. He’s trying to hold in his sounds but you look so pretty, just seeing your face while he’s touching himself makes everything better, somehow you’ve turned his sensitivity as high as it can go.

Little whines and whimpers slip into your dream state. You’re confused by the sound, the rustling that coming from—? In front of you? Your brows furrow as you try to open your eyes. “Fuck” You hear someone say. It sounds like…

You open your eyes just in time to see Joel yank his hand out of his sweatpants and scramble as far as he can get from you before falling off the bed. You’re still confused as you take his form in. His shirt has ridden up a bit, exposing the salt and pepper hairs on his tummy. His hair is sticking all over the place, he stinks of beer, and his eyes are wide, focused on you. “Joey?”

Despite the horrid situation he’s in, his cock is still leaking for you, pulsing at the nickname. He can’t answer, he has to bite back a moan as he feels himself leak into the fabric of his pants. “Joel? What—” Your eyes flutter, almost falling shut but you shake yourself out of it and— Fuck.

You move closer to him.

You’re too snuggly when you’re sleeping, too cute, and too dumb. You’re not even questioning why your father’s best friend was in bed with you while you were sleeping. You don't want to risk him leaving and you don’t mind in the first place, you actually thought you were dreaming at first. Your heart almost stopped when your fingers actually latched onto his shirt after reaching out for him. He’s stiff as a board, deterring your touch so you pull your hands into your chest and bury your face in his.

Joel is almost shaking in exertion as you press your soft little body against his. It’s just your upper half, leaning into him and finding wam solace in his chest. He can handle this, he thinks. He can calm down, and be with you like this. He’s supposed to court you first anyway, he can’t believe himself. Was he really going to just get off with you in the same bed? What kind of pervert would even try something like that?

You hike your leg up over his waist, half asleep, not realizing your motions.

All his perverted feelings return with a vengeance.

You wiggle around a bit, trying to get comfortable but his cock twitches, flicking into your soft lips for a moment. At first, you really didn’t know what it was, all you knew was that the sensation felt good. So of course you chased it. Your hips grind into his cock arrhythmically, trying to find that same angle again, not realizing that you’re basically fucking him through your clothes. His hands have to come to your hips, gripping painfully for your eyes to snap open and your hips to freeze.

Your eyes widen further when you finally process the situation, and even in all your teasing and sensuality, at the end of the day, you’re still just a virgin. You never had any real intention of acting on your desires, especially if Joel wasn’t the one initiating.

Oh fuck. What did I do? What do I do? He’s just staring at me… Maybe he didn’t notice, I didn’t! But it felt so good. Will he let me? Maybe if I—

Your hips tilt into his before you can process whether this is actually a good idea or not. His hand tense over yours, like another shock of clarity through your bones. You shut your eyes tight, not wanting to see the disgust or uncomfortable pity in his face. “I’m so sorry, Joel. I didn’t… I-”

You try not to let tears well in your eyes as you whimper and pull back from him. But he doesn’t let you. His arms tense, his muscles flexing as he keeps your body pressed against his. You open your eyes, a bit shocked at his refusal to let you go but still too scared to meet his eyes. Your gaze is on his stomach, the way his gray shirt rode up, exposing the way his belly keeps tensing with every breath. “I-” He manages to get out before letting out a shuddering sigh. You finally look at him.

His eyebrows are pulled taut in between his eyes, his gaze is something you’ve never seen before, and he almost looks angry. It’s desperate, but sorrowful, with the added haze from his intoxication. He keeps biting at his bottom lip, worrying it red as he tries to form a sentence for you. His hands tense over your hips again but this time they tilt you into him again. His face is a hard grimace as he slowly presses you into his raging bulge. You watch him fight with his expression, it keeps breaking into something weak before he goes back to his angry pout. You can’t help the way you press into him, you want to feel it again, that fire in the pit of your stomach that spreads to your soaking pussy the more he pulls you in. You watch his face contort into something heavenly. His brows pull up, almost shocked at how good you feel as his eyes roll back and shut. His entire body shakes as he melts into the pillow. He’s breathing deep and slowly, trying to regulate the pleasure he feels.

Now he’s focused on savoring the moment. He wants this to last as long as it possibly can. You’re making him feel incredible, he’s so sensitive, it’s like he’s been edging himself for you. You whimper, high-pitched and muffled but it’s so beautiful that he forces his eyes open. You have one hand gripping the bedsheet like it’s your lifeline and you have the other bitten between your teeth to hold your sounds in. Your hips are grinding into him at an uneven, unsteady, desperate pace and he’s mesmerized by the sight.

He knew you wanted him. He didn’t know you needed him. You’re fucking yourself against his cock like you’ve been waiting for it your whole life. Your hand comes up to grip his shoulder instead of the bedsheet. He grunts and tilts his hips further into yours, a sadistic smirk coming to his face at the sound of exclamation that shoots from your mouth once you’re able to grind your clit against his shaft. Your thrusts start to stutter at that, your body constantly wanting to fold in on itself from the assault of pleasure but you try and will yourself to keep going.

Unfortunately, your pace is ruined by your pleasure. Your sensitive body can’t handle how good his clothed cock is making you feel. You lose your pace and your pleasure becomes rocky and teasing. He watches as your face changes from pleasured to pouty. Little whimpers and whines of frustration slip from your lips, growing in volume and frequency the longer you’re unable to grind against him properly. Joel’s watching you through hooded eyes, fingers digging into your hips painfully at this point and all he wants is to not cum yet. He wants to make you cum first, he needs it, he needs to see it, to hear it.

He’s been telling himself it’s fine because you’re grinding against him, not the other way around. You’re choosing this, there’s no way he’s manipulating you, or swaying your decision if he stays completely indifferent. But you’re begging him now. You’re gripping desperately at his shirt, removing your hand from your mouth to grip him harder and pulling yourself closer, wrapping your arms around and moaning right against his chest. He shouldn’t. He can’t. But he does.

His eyes shut tight as his hands leave your hips. You almost climb on top of him in protest, whining a loud “N- Please.” into his chest as your leg hikes higher onto his waist. One of his hands cradles your head, pulling you further into his chest, muffling the moans you’re already letting out at his touch. His other hand goes to the small of your back, pressing you against him perfectly and guiding your rhythm as your hips start up again. He dares to speak. “S’this okay, baby?”

Your reaction to his voice is visceral. Your hands shoot up to his shoulder and hair, pulling yourself up a bit to bury in his neck, getting a new angle from his cock, now fucking him against your leaking hole. “So good, Joey. Thank- Thank you s’much. Thank you, thank you.” Your gratitude is like a searing knife through him. His entire body is set alight as he tries to regulate his breathing. He can feel goosebumps break out on his skin, his pleasure filling every molecule in his body, ready to overflow for you. Fuck. He’s definitely going to cum before you.

“Mm. Good, good girl. Just- Keep going, sweetness, take what— Shit. Take what you need, darlin’.” His breathing quickens and shudders as your hips increase their pace against him. He’s leaking continuously now, he’s getting in his head, trying to stop himself from cumming but every thought that pops into his mind just brings him closer to the edge. He can’t focus on anything but you. You’re moaning for him, grinding against him, this desperate for him.

The hand on your lower back migrates to the back of your neck, gripping you there, holding you in place as his hips begin to thrust into yours. “M’gonna cum, darlin’. Fuck, I wanted t- wanted to last for y- Mmm oh fuck.” His entire body starts to tremble as your nails dig into him so painfully he’s sure they drew blood. Your eyes are comically wide as your body tenses in his hold before breaking down into a shudder that overtakes your entire being. You’re cumming.

He explodes at the realization. In all his desperation, intoxication, and pure need… He was still able to make you cum first. He buries his face in your hair, huffing the scent as he floods his sweatpants. His eyes shut as tightly as they can as his orgasm tears through him. He’s been waiting so long for you to make him cum and now that it’s happening, it feels even better than he planned for. His low grunts turn into shocked moans when his orgasm doesn’t stop after shooting two ropes of cum against his sweats. You’re already coming down as he hits what feels like his second peak. You can feel his hands shaking over where they’re gripping you and you get an impulse that you act on without a second thought.

Your hand slides down from his shoulder quickly, over the sliver of stomach he’s showing off, and right down his pants. You don’t know what you’re doing so you just grip him, wrapping your hand around his shaft but it seems to do the trick. He lets out a sound that resembles someone getting kicked in the gut. His face is pulled from your hair as his head is thrown back. He arches into you a bit before his hips start thrusting into your fist, desperately prolonging his already overwhelming orgasm. It’s embarrassing; how long he was cumming for, the way his body was violently quivering for you, the ludicrously large dark spot spreading over his pants, showcasing how much he came for you.

He moans gently when he comes to. You’re stroking over his chest with a soft, sleepy, nervous smile. He pulls you in for a kiss before he can think about it. You guys haven’t discussed anything. Neither of you knows what this means for your relationship but you know that neither of you has felt more comfortable than when you’re in the arms of the other. So why question it now?

You fall into a deep sleep listening to Joel’s heavy snores, getting rocked to bed by the way his chest expands. It’s the best sleep of your life.

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Garden of Secrets [15] - Aster

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback and support my loves, it made my whole week, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! ❤

Thanks so much to @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter!

Summary: Trust works both ways.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of sex, slow burn.

Word Count: 4500

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Your wedding day had been so stressful that soon after going to bed -in your own room- you fell asleep much faster than you usually would. And contrary to other times, for once you didn’t wake up in the middle of the night, plagued by your nightmares.

You were incredibly comfortable under the soft warm covers, so when the rather loud knock on the door pulled you out of the pleasant haze of sleep you couldn’t help the groan leaving your lips, burying your face deeper into the pillow.

Maybe if you didn’t make any noise, whoever it was would go away.

“Y/N?” Benedict’s voice reached inside, making your eyes snap open.

Or maybe not.

“Yes?” you called out, your voice still drowsy and Benedict let out a breath.

“Can you open the door please?”

You blinked a couple of times and sat up in bed, then pushed the covers off of you and walked to the door to unlock it before opening it.

…Alright, this was just not fair to the rest of you mortals on this green earth.

Benedict looked so handsome even at this very early hour of the morning that you could only gawk at him for a moment. Perhaps it was because this was the first time you were seeing him in his home attire, perhaps it was his slightly messy hair that made you want to run your fingers through just to see if it was as soft as it looked or perhaps it was his blue eyes that gleamed even with the sunlight coming from the window.

Unlike his formal attire, he wasn’t wearing a waistcoat or a jacket, just a white shirt that showed off his muscular chest and black pants. There was a tiny spot of blue over the collar of the sinful shirt -you had decided to refer to it as such from this moment on- which made you think he had been painting, that would explain the lack of formal clothes.

Your eyes raked over his broad chest, trailing up to his neck and you forced yourself to meet his gaze, ignoring the skip on your heart, half fearing he would be aware of your hungry gaze but apparently you had nothing to worry. Benedict looked almost in a daze, his eyes focused on you but you knew for a fact that you did not look nearly as good as him especially first thing in the morning. Your hair was a mess, you had fallen asleep in your under shift last night and sleep was still clinging to your eyes.

“Good morning,” you remembered to say and that was enough to make him snap out of it.

“Hello,” he said. “Sorry if I disturbed you, I just…wanted to make sure you were alright.”

You frowned slightly as you rubbed at your eye with the back of your hand, barely aware of the petulant pout on your lips, making him smile softly.

“I usually don’t wake up before 8 o’clock,” you rasped out and cleared your throat. “I wasn’t aware you woke up earlier, no one told me. It wasn’t my intention to be rude.”

Benedict shook his head.

“No no,” he said. “Please don’t worry about it, I don’t wake up before that either. It’s just that um—it’s twelve o’clock?”

You dropped your hand, staring up at him. “No it’s not.”

Benedict repressed a smile and nodded at the huge clock on your wall, and you followed his line of sight, looking over your shoulder to see that it was, in fact, twelve o’clock.

“What on earth?” you mumbled and Benedict let out a small chuckle.

“Long night?”

“How did I sleep until noon?”

“Well you did pass out yesterday,” he pointed out. “So I’d say it was a tiring day.”

You shook your head.

“This is still unacceptable,” you said. “I’ll be downstairs shortly—”

“Oh no no,” Benedict cut you off. “Get your rest, please. I only wanted to check on you because the maids said they knocked on your door but there was no answer so…you know, I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“I didn’t even hear anyone knocking,” you murmured and he smiled softly.

“It’s alright,” he said. “Like I said, I only wanted to check before I changed and left.”

Your head shot up. “You’re leaving?”

“Yeah because I…” his eyes searched your face. “Did you not want me to?”

“Oh no, that’s not what I meant,” you said, shaking your head and Benedict motioned between you.

“Because I can stay—”

“No I’m sure you’re busy—”

“Or I can change plans and we could just go—”

“It’s absolutely fine,” you cut him off. “I was just curious. And I should probably talk with the housekeeper, you know? Even if I’ve made quite the first impression I’m guessing.”

Benedict shot you that crooked grin of his. “There are worse first impressions to be made, I’m sure.”

You clicked your tongue. “We’ll see about that,” you said. “I mean I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m not exactly…a warm person.”

Benedict pulled his brows together, an exaggerated look of disbelief etched in his features.

“You? Not a warm person?” he asked. “Here I thought you were the nicest lady in the ton.”

You scoffed a laugh and scrunched up your nose, shaking your head. A silence fell upon you and Benedict cleared his throat, pointing at his own room with his thumb.

“I’d better…”

“Right,” you said quickly. “Sure.”

He shot you a tight lipped smile and approached his room but before he could open it, you had already stepped out of yours.

“But um—” the words left your mouth before you could stop them or had any idea what would follow them for that matter. You looked up at the high ceiling, trying to recall what your aunt would tell your uncle whenever he would leave for the day, then took a deep breath as you remembered it, your eyes finding his again;

“Are you going to be home for dinner?”

A soft light appeared in his eyes and he smiled before nodding fervently.

“Yeah, absolutely.”

“Alright,” you said and he blinked a couple of times as if he was trying to find what to ask back.

“And do you want anything from…” he started in a haste and paused to think for a second. “From the gentlemen’s club?”

You pulled your brows together and tilted your head to the left in confusion while Benedict grimaced, closing his eyes as if he was annoyed at himself before opening them again.

“Because that’s where I’m going,” he explained. “To meet Anthony and Colin.”

You huhed. “I don’t really know what people do there.”

“Not much to be honest,” he said and shrugged his shoulders. “I can bring you a cigar?”

You stopped the laughter threatening to leave your lips and pursed them.

“No thank you,” you said. “I don’t like the smell of cigars. I appreciate the offer though.”

“Anytime,” he said with a grin and you went back into your room to close the door behind you. You were painfully aware of the smile curling your lips but you shook your head and put your hands on your hips, looking around the room.

“Alright then,” you muttered to yourself. “Let’s see.”

Mrs. Alton, your new housekeeper was a woman of few words with a solemn look on her face but a couple of minutes into a conversation with her you could already tell she was going to be very helpful to you. As she gave you a tour of the house with Paula following you, she answered any and every question you asked and you made multiple mental notes so that you could ask your aunt later on. You weren’t raised in the ton which meant you weren’t exactly educated in all parts of running a household but now you were going to have to learn.

You were just about to be finished as you passed through the last room on the other side of the hall but one glance inside was enough to make you stop in your tracks.

“That’s the room Mr. Bridgerton chose as his art studio ma’am,” Mrs. Alton said and you nibbled on your lip. The room itself was so Benedict that you could’ve said it was his art studio without even so much as a hesitation. It was well lit with direct sunshine and a wonderful view of the garden and the greenhouse, and his sketches and paints were scattered around the room along with a couple of canvases on wooden easels. The sofa across from the fireplace looked so comfortable and on the coffee table there were some books, no doubt on art.

“Oh,” you said, trying to decide whether to walk in or not but since Benedict wasn’t here and you had already sneaked around in his own house to take a look at his art, you decided a second time would be simply disrespectful.

At least where the staff could see.

You cleared your throat. “So garden next?”

“Yes, Mrs. Bridgerton.”

“Oh I think I can find my way to the garden,” you told her and Paula and smiled, “Please, don’t let me keep you from your day.”

“Of course ma’am,” they both curtsied and you walked past them to make your way downstairs, then left the house to step into the huge backyard.

The green garden full of colorful flowers was so beautiful and the water fountain made it look as if the garden itself was enchanted. You could imagine yourself sitting in the gazebo or spending hours in the greenhouse, and you still couldn’t believe this whole place was yours—

Benedict’s.

It was Benedict’s, not yours.

And you were going to stay away from that greenhouse and not spend much time in the most beautiful garden you had ever seen. Even though it was like someone had pulled it out of your dreams, you still couldn’t risk spending hours in it just to see it getting torn apart again.

You swallowed thickly and approached the gardener who was busy with one of the flower beds, but he jumped on his feet as soon as he saw you there.

“Good afternoon,” you said warmly. “Mr. Binsted if I remember correct?”

“You do Mrs. Bridgerton,” he bowed. “Good afternoon.”

“How are you, Mr. Binsted?”

“I’m well,” he said. “It’s a beautiful sunny day. How about you?”

“I’m alright,” you said. “I simply wanted to admire the garden up close, it is a masterpiece. And it is all your doing, without any help at all?”

“You flatter me ma’am,” he said with a proud smile. “It is. Thank you for letting me continue working here.”

“I should be thanking you for accepting to continue working here after your former employers moved,” you said. “I was actually wondering if I could ask something of you if that is quite alright?”

“Of course, Mrs. Bridgerton.”

“It caught my attention that although you have so many beautiful flowers here, there are no peonies,” you said. “And it’s my best friend’s favorite flower, so would it be possible to plant them as well?”

“Peonies?” he asked and nodded. “Absolutely.”

“And we can plant them over there, right next to irises,” you said. “If we do it in two weeks, by the time peonies start to open, irises will be fading so it’ll overlap with each other. And around them we could use sweet woodruff as the base, it’ll be the natural mulch and keep the soil moist so that peonies can bloom better.”

He tilted his head. “You know about flowers.”

Your head shot up and you shifted your weight.

“Just…just a little,” you muttered and cleared your throat. “And in a month perhaps we can also plant some lavenders over there, when the weather allows.”

“Of course Mrs. Bridgerton. I’ll plant the peonies tomorrow.”

“I appreciate it,” you said with a smile and he motioned at the greenhouse.

“Would you like me to change anything there as well?”

You looked over your shoulder to see the greenhouse better, your heart skipping a beat. Even in your dreams you would find it hard to believe that you could ever have a greenhouse, and the mere thought of the possibility of having it would make you smile in excitement but now…

You bit inside your cheek, that burning in your throat coming back as you felt the longing fill you, but you took a deep breath and shook your head.

“I’m not really good with greenhouses I’m afraid, I will leave that to your expertise,” you said. “Have a lovely day.”

“You too, Mrs. Bridgerton.”

You walked away from him back into the house, biting at your tongue and as soon as you stepped inside, Paula walked to you.

“A footman just brought a letter for you, ma’am.”

“Oh thank you,” you said and took the envelope from her, then opened it. Apparently Lady Bridgerton was inviting you for a stroll in the park with the rest of the family and you thought for a moment, then turned to Paula.

“Is the footman still here?”

“Yes, he’s waiting to deliver your reply.”

You nodded slowly and folded the paper to put it back into the envelope.

“Would you please tell him to tell Lady Bridgerton I will be there?” you asked. “I just need to visit my sister first.”

When the carriage stopped in front of Josie and Andrew’s house, you stepped out and approached the marble stairs to climb them. After reaching the door, you knocked on it and waited until the butler opened it. He let you in but before he could send a maid to the drawing room or announce your name, a very familiar giggle reached your ears and you turned your head to see Andrew running into the hallway, his arms outstretched so that he could carry Teddy up in the air who swung his legs back and forth, his laughter echoing over the walls.

“Teddy?”

They both turned to you and Teddy gasped. “Y/N! You’re here!”

“I didn’t know you were coming!” Andrew said as he put Teddy down so that he could rush to hug your legs. You crouched down and hugged him tight, pressing a kiss on top of his head.

“What are you doing here?”

“We’re playing a game, Andrew is the ship and I’m steering him to find Bess and Josie, they’re hiding!”

“Did I hear—?” Bess stepped into the hallway and her jaw dropped. “Aw Y/N is here! Welcome!”

“Hello little Clover,” Andrew said and pressed a kiss on your cheek, making you smile. “Jo didn’t tell us you were coming.”

“She didn’t know either,” you said and hoisted Teddy up so that he could hug you like a koala. Andrew tilted his head.

“Aren’t you supposed to uh…”

“What?”

Bess stole a look at Teddy before clearing her throat. “Enjoying the day after your wedding?”

“Does this mean I won—Clover?” Josie said as she entered the hallway as well. “What are you doing here?”

You pulled your brows together. “What, I can’t come to visit now that I’m married?”

“No one is saying that!” Bess said quickly and linked her arm with Josie’s to squeeze at her hand. “We’re always happy to see you.”

You winked at her. “You’re the only person who treats me well in this house.”

“Hey!” Josie and Andrew both protested at the same time and you tickled Teddy’s sides, making him giggle.

“Did you miss me?”

“Yes!” he said. “But Auntie said you’d probably be busy today.”

You hummed. “Change of plans,” you said. “I figured we could all go to the park, how does that sound?”

“Yes please!” Teddy said and you kissed his cheek, then put him down. He approached Josie while Andrew rested his arm on Bess’s shoulder, watching you with raised brows.

“Oh I have a lot of questions,” he said. “When are we going to the park?”

“In an hour or so?”

“That works,” Bess said. “It’s such a beautiful day to spend indoors.”

“Teddy my sweet,” Josie said. “Why don’t you go to your room with Mary to change your clothes? You have been running around for the last hour, I don’t want you to catch cold when we go out.”

“Alright!” he said and a maid curtsied, then led him upstairs. You followed Bess, Andrew and Josie to the drawing room and Andrew flung himself to the armchair and Bess sat down next to Josie on the sofa, entwining her fingers with hers, making you smile.

“So why aren’t you enjoying the marital bliss, exactly?”

“Andrew!”

“What?” he asked. “You’re always welcome but I thought you two would spend the day in bed.”

Oh God damn it.

Of course. It made sense that they would think that. Considering how in love you were supposed to be, everyone was going to think you and Benedict had consummated your marriage last night and that you would both be in…

What was it called again?

Marital bliss.

There was no way you could tell them nothing had happened. It would not fit the lovesick image of you and Benedict.

“Well,” you swallowed thickly. “He had business with his brothers and—and his mother invited me outside.”

Bess and Josie exchanged glances and Josie cleared his throat.

“And…” she trailed off. “Are you alright?”

Andrew scoffed a laugh and turned to look at her.

“She’s married to the man she’s in love with Jo, we didn’t send her off to battle,” he said as a maid brought all of you tea, and you thanked her before getting your cup from the tray.

“Can we not talk about this please?” you asked as the maid left the room and Josie shrugged her shoulders.

“I just want to know whether you’re content.”

“If that bashful look on her face is any clue, I’d say she’s quite content with her husband,” Andrew pointed out and you kicked at his ankle, making him yelp.

“Ouch!”

“Y/N, we just want to make sure you-” Bess thought for a moment. “Enjoyed your wedding night, that is all.”

You buried your burning face into your palms before lowering your hands. “I’m not going to talk about that with you, any of you.”

“I’m your sister!”

“And I’m your brother-in-law and Bess is technically your sister-in-law,” Andrew said. “Who are you going to talk to if not us?”

You shot him a glare. “No one. No one seems like a great option here.”

Andrew took a dramatic breath and sat up straighter.

“We don’t have to know the details,” he said. “Just overall, was it good or not?”

“Josie, make him stop.”

“Answer the question first.”

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought or dreamt about that.

Lying with Benedict.

The dream flashed before your eyes, sending a fire over your face. He was incredibly handsome, no one could deny that, and if that kiss when you two were caught was anything to go by, it meant—

It just meant that you were a goddamn fool that was letting some lust cloud your thoughts.

“The second time is going to better by the way,” Andrew added in a haste. “The first time is always quite terrible.”

“Speak for yourself,” Josie pointed out and Bess giggled, holding her hand again as Andrew rolled his eyes.

“It gets so annoying to be around in love people sometimes, you have no idea.”

You scoffed. “Oh I have an idea, don’t you worry.”

“Clover, was it—”

“Yes!” you cut Josie off and let out a breath. “Yes it was good, yes I’m very happy, can we just stop talking about this please?”

Andrew smirked.

“Handsome, romantic and talented in both art and marriage bed, a great combination,” he said, holding up his tea cup, mocking a toast. “To Benedict Bridgerton’s many skills then.”

“Andrew I swear...”

“To happy marriages as rare as they are, and to my sister’s luck in finding one,” Josie held up her own cup and Bess grinned.

“And to many blissful nights and mornings for our Clover.”

“Dear God I hate all of you,” you grumbled, making them laugh and you sipped your tea, then leaned back, trying to ignore the burning in your cheeks.

You had no idea talking with people the day after your wedding night would be this uncomfortable.

For what it was worth, they were quite nice about questioning you. Especially Lady Bridgerton who had only asked you whether you were feeling well on this lovely afternoon with pinkness on her cheeks, and Daphne looked like she had a million questions to ask you but was now promenading with the Duke. Charlotte wasn’t in the park, Eloise had informed you that she had told her she would spend the day with her siblings reading to them, so she wouldn’t be coming.

You were beginning to like having conversations with Eloise more and more. You had spent nearly an hour talking with her and Andrew while Bess and Josie walked around the park, but soon enough Andrew had left to join some friends and Penelope and Eloise had decided to go to the other side of the park, inviting you to go with them. You had said no, promising them you’d join them the next time and walked away from the rest of the crowd, desperate to get your thoughts in order, alone.

You had given the excuse of keeping an eye on Teddy and now you were watching him run around with Gregory and Hyacinth while you sat under a tree, enjoying the sunlight while your thoughts stormed through your mind.

Your wedding night hadn’t been as terrifying as you had thought, and Benedict hadn’t even tried to so much as imply anything or touch you. Though it was supposed to put your heart at ease -and it had a little- you still couldn’t help but wonder…

This was all because everyone kept asking you since the morning, but you wondered for a moment how it would actually feel if you had kissed him again, or perhaps—

Perhaps more.

You shook your head at yourself, trying to snap out of your thoughts before a four-leaf clover caught your eye right where you were sitting. You pulled your brows together and reached out to rip it, then twirled it between your thumb and pointer finger but your eyes snapped up when you heard someone clear their throat.

Benedict.

You tried to ignore the way your heartbeat got faster at the sight of him and he shot you a small smile, then motioned beside you.

“May I?”

“Sure,” you said. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Neither did I,” he said as he sat down next to you and stole a look at the clover in your hand. “Is that a four leafed one?”

“Mm hm.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of those.”

“I keep finding them, Josie says I have a gift.”

“Is that why she calls you Clover?”

You nodded and extended your hand, still holding it.

“There,” you said. “You can keep it, for luck.”

Benedict shot you a smile as if you were giving him a precious artifact rather than some simple flower, and took it from you to carefully place it in the pocket of his waistcoat.

“Thank you.”

You shrugged your shoulders, seeing Colin approach Miss Marina while Anthony made his way through the crowd, no doubt to join his friends. Teddy caught Hyacinth and bolted away from her as she and Gregory started chasing him, letting out a gleeful laugh.

“Everyone keeps asking me if I’m alright.”

Benedict raised his brows. “And are you?”

You stole a look at him and bit down a smile. “Oh I meant they’re asking because—”

“No I know,” Benedict said, a small smile curling his lips. “I’ve been getting some questions myself.”

“People are asking you if you’re alright?”

“They’re asking me if you’re alright,” he said and you felt your cheeks burn as you averted your gaze from him.

That meant no one knew you two hadn’t really consummated your marriage, but considering how close he was with his family, you still felt the need to ask;

“So you didn’t tell your brothers?”

“No,” he shook his head fervently. “Of course not. Did you tell your sister?”

You shook your head as well. “I figured since we’re pretending to be in love, it’d make sense if we-you know.”

He paused for a moment and cleared his throat. “Right,” he said. “Yeah. I’m beginning to think no one in our lives is subtle.”

“You’re not subtle,” you pointed out and he scoffed.

“And you are?”

“I’m the paragon of subtlety, what are you even talking about?” you asked back, making him chuckle and he held up his hands, gesturing surrender. You bit on your lip to stop your smile, then took a deep breath.

“Well then I suppose I should be the first to ask you,” you said. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.”

You tilted your head. “Benedict.”

He shot you one of those smiles that made your stomach do a happy flip. “Hm?”

You found yourself grinning despite yourself. “How’s marriage treating you?”

“Hasn’t stabbed me yet,” he pointed out, coaxing out a small laugh from you. “It’s going pretty good so far if you ask me.”

You hummed, trying to adapt a serious look but failing terribly. “Your baseline is rather strange.”

“Maybe,” he admitted. “What about you? How’s marriage treating you?”

You thought for a moment, pulling your brows together.

“It’s um…” you trailed off. “It’s not what I expected.”

“What did you expect?”

You rubbed at your wrist in an absentminded manner, your frown deepening as you tried to find the right words while he waited patiently.

“Just not this,” you ended up saying, and that gentle look appeared in his eyes again.

“I know you don’t trust me yet,” he said after a beat. “But I want you to know that I trust you. Wholeheartedly.”

You blinked a couple of times, that familiar pang tingling in the bridge of your nose and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” the question came out as a rasp and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I am.”

“Why?”

A soft smile curled his lips and he heaved a sigh.

“I think you know why,” he said. “You’ve known why since the rooftop.”

You stared at him in complete silence, your eyes locked in his and it was only when you heard someone call out your name that you snapped out of it and turned your head.

“Hey lovebirds!” Andrew said. “We’re going to grab something to eat, are you coming?”

Benedict cleared his throat and got up to offer you his hand. You could feel the sparks running through your veins as soon as you placed your hand in his so that he could help you up and both of you paused for a moment before you inhaled shakily, then pulled your hand out of his, missing the warmth of his skin the moment you did so.

“Shall we?” he held out his arm and you forced yourself to focus, then placed your hand on his arm.

“Yeah,” you said, your heart still pacing in your chest. “Sure, let’s go.”

Chapter 16

#benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #regency fic

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Can you write a fluf pedro please? Maybe one where the reader is trying to get him somw sleep and we know he is a workaholic

Thank you for your request! I tried to write it from the reader’s pov. I’m not used to it, and I don’t really like it, so I don’t think I’ll do it again. I automatically write from an omniscient point of view and even as I wrote this one I had to correct myself so many times because I wrote “you” instead of “I”. I think it makes it a little weird, don’t hesitate to tell me. If it bothers me too much I might change the pov. We’ll see! But I really liked the idea, thank you! I hope you like it!

I have one more request that I need to write. I think by Sunday I’ll publish it! I also had a few ideas on my own today, like literally I had lunch at 2pm and couldn’t eat properly because I had to write the ideas before I forget them. I’m so excited, it’s been a while since I felt like that towards writing!!!

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“That was a good book” I said, sighing. “But the ending though, I really need to buy the second book”. I turned my head to the left, thinking I’d see Pedro, but he wasn’t there. I frowned then took my phone to look at the time. 1:17am. “I read for that long?” I was shocked. I got up, and exited the bedroom to find Pedro.

It was late and very weird that Pedro wasn’t next to me in bed. Sleeping or not, he usually joins me around 11pm. As I entered the living room, I noticed light coming from the kitchen. When I entered, there he was, extremely focused on reading what was in front of him. A cup of coffee was next to him. I silently walked next to him. He didn’t even hear nor notice me. When I arrived next to him, I saw that he was reading his lines, and that the coffee cup was almost empty. That’s when I remembered that he was starting soon to film for his latest tv show, so he was working a lot to learn his lines

“How many coffees did you have?” I asked, finally breaking the silence. He got a little scared which made him turned to me very quickly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you” I laughed as I was caressing his back.

“I don’t know, I stopped counting after pouring the third one” you sighed.

“You need to go to sleep P”

“I’m not tired, the coffee’s working”

“It’s really late, at least stop and join me in bed”

“I can’t, look it’s just two sentences, those two, I can’t remember them, it’s not even 20 words” he said, showing me the line.

“It’s because you’re too tired” I now had my hand in his hair. “Come with me to bed please”

“I told you I am not tired”

“Who said we were going to sleep?” he looked at me confused. I went behind him, putting both of my hands on his shoulder, starting to massage him. “You are all tensed up. You need to relax, let me give you a massage. If you don’t want to sleep after then I’ll let you learn your lines”

“Hm.. okay” he said, already giving in, feeling my hands on his body. I knew he would fall asleep under my touch. Apparently I have magical hands. Also, he is very tired and deeply needs to sleep. He spent hours and hours reading his lines, making his brain work more than it was supposed to.

I took his right hand, and guided him to the bedroom. I already had some calm music playing in the background that I put when I was reading.

“Take off your shirt, I’m going to get some oil” I said as we both arrived next to the bed. Pedro did what he was told and laid down on his stomach. Not even two minutes later, I was already on top of him, putting some oil on his back. He was humming as I was massaging him. Literally, it was like music to my ears. “Feels good doesn’t it” I whispered, trying to lullaby him slowly with my voice.

“Yeah.. it does” he quietly said. Minutes by minutes, I felt his body relax, until it wasn’t anymore. That’s when I noticed that his eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly opened.

“Pedro?” I asked. No response. “Mission accomplished” I whispered, getting off of him very slowly. I went to wash my hands in the bathroom then came back to bed, joining him.

Next morning, I woke up by arms around my body, and hands pulling me. Pedro was pulling me against him. I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Good morning angel” he said with his raspy voice, right next to my ears, making me shiver. A big smile formed on my face.

“Good morning” I answered. I finally turned around to face him. His face was more relaxed, not showing any sign of tiredness anymore. “How did you sleep?” I said, playing with his messy hair.

“Very good” he said analyzing me, his gaze wandering on my face. Then he added “Thank you” before kissing my forehead “I don’t know what I would do without you”

“Anything for mi querido” we both smiled. Pedro suddenly kissed me and pulled me even closer to him.

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Unbreakable

Chapter 8

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 4.2K

Warning: ANGST!, FLUFF!!!!!!!!, talk of past domestic abuse, talk of past rape, a small time jump, Steve being a supportive boyfriend.

A/n: I love these two so much. Reader finally tells Steve what her relationship with her ex was like. The second half of the chapter is full of fluff so I hope that makes up for it!!!

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It had been a few weeks since your first date with Steve and things couldn’t be going better. No one had ever cared for you the way he had. Not your boyfriend in high school or college and definitely not your ex David. You found yourself comparing them all the time. There were pages upon pages of comparison notes in your current notebook. It wasn’t on purpose but you couldn’t help it either. Your therapist did sit down with you and discuss your fears based on those lists. The first being that things wouldn’t be as they seemed. But you had seen Steve get angry and he never directed it at anyone. Still trust was something you were working on but Steve made it easier.

After talking it over with your therapist and thinking it over yourself you decided it was time to tell Steve about your past relationship. That conversation wouldn’t be easy at all. There was a chance that he could reject you and you had prepared yourself for that as best as you could.

You thought about what you wanted to say to Steve as you finished one of Marvin’s evening walks. There’s a familiar rumbling of a motorcycle the closer you get to your building and then you see Steve’s large frame moving towards the door. You called his name and his head whipped around so fast you thought it would snap off. The smile he sent your way was radiant.

“Hey.” Steve greeted you, taking your free hand and placing a tender kiss on your knuckles. “Were you at the park?”

“No, just a quick walk around the block.”

You pushed yourself up on your toes to kiss his cheek as he hummed a noise of acknowledgement.

“These are for you.” He held out a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

“Steve, they're beautiful. What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion. I was just thinking about you and I drove by a flower shop. Thought I’d get you something.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks. Still you tugged on his shirt so that he’d meet you halfway in order for you to thank him with a proper kiss.

“I love them, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Let’s head inside.” You say as you pull out the keys to the main door of the building.

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Once inside your apartment and your flowers arranged in a vase you sat down with Steve on the couch. You were anxious about even having to bring the subject up and apparently very clear that something was wrong.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Steve took your hand in his gently. His touch grounded you.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just-there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“Ok. I’m here whenever you’re ready. There’s no rush on my part.”

You smile at him. He made it so easy to talk to him, to open up and to even fall for him.

“I feel like for this relationship to keep going in the right direction, I need to tell you about what I went through with my ex. Just because I think it’s important for you to understand me better.”

Steve’s expression was calm but inside he was already feeling anger that you even had to go through what you did.

“Ok, but only if you want to tell me. And we can stop whenever you want. I’m here for you no matter what.” Steve gives you a small reassuring smile.

You took a deep breath and gave a small nod. This was it, now or never.

“When I first started dating David things were fine. He was nice, friendly, he planned dates and was respectful. The problems didn’t start until we had been living together for a year.” You took a deep breath. Tears are already starting to gather in your eyes but you keep going. “The first time he hit me it happened so fast that I didn’t realize it until my cheek started to sting. It was over something so stupid I can’t even remember what it was. After that it turned into him coming home and choking until I passed out because he had a bad day at work or hitting me because I didn’t fold his laundry right.”

Steve listens as you tell him of some of the things David had done to you, the mixture of physical, verbal and mental abuse. He was angry for you, enraged that he couldn’t face David and do to him what he had done to you. Marvin moves to rest his head on your to bring you comfort.

“There was one year, we had a snowstorm and we were going to be stuck at home for a few days. I went shopping before coming home and I thought I got everything we needed. That night he woke me up by grabbing me by my hair and dragging me out of bed because I forgot his beer. He kicked me over and over again until I could barely move. Then he tied me up and he kept me like that for hours. He’d leave me alone and then come and beat me some more. I remember at one point screaming at the top of my lungs before passing out. Next thing I know I’m waking up in the hospital and being treated. He convinced the cops and doctors that he walked in on someone trying to steal from our place. ”

“Sweetheart-” Steve’s voice broke and he could only reach out to you and take your hand. “That’s horrible. I’m sorry you ever met him.”

“Me too.” You wiped away a few tears. “A few days after that was the first time he forced me to have sex with him. I tried to fight but I was still recovering, everything hurt and it just made him angrier.”

Steve’s breath hitched and he felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He had an inkling feeling that you had gone through something like that but to hear you confirm it had him reeling. Steve stood and turned away from you in hopes of hiding his emotions from you. This moment wasn’t about him, it was about you and you needed him to be strong. Marvin whines a bit as he nudged your thigh with his nose.

“Steve-”

“I’m ok.”

“I can stop.” You sniffle and he turns around to face you. “I know it’s not an easy topic.”

Steve sits again and he reaches for your hand and hesitates but you reach out for him.

“I’ll do whatever you want. If you want to stop we will.”

You nod. “Most people ask why I didn’t leave. I know you have to be wondering the same thing.”

“No. I can’t begin to imagine how you were feeling and what else you went through. You survived and that’s what matters.”

“I almost didn’t though. My family basically turned their back on me and I had nowhere to go.” You say before you explain what happened the day of the blip. “I wanted to leave so many times before that but he had made me feel so worthless. Like no one else would ever care about me. I didn’t even know where to go either, I was so alone and so lost. If it hadn’t been for the blip…” your voice trailed off as you thought about that moment again.

Then you explained to Steve some of the injuries you received, all of the broken bones, split lips, concussions, the need for your glasses and the scar on your chest from where you had been stabbed. You explain that you suffered from PTSD and panic attacks and those were the reason you had Marvin. After you were done it felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. Well almost, there was still a chance that Steve would not want to be with you after that but it was a risk you had to take.

“I’d understand if you didn’t want to be in a relationship with someone as messed up as me.”

“You can’t be serious?” Steve gave you an incredulous look. “I know that living through that wasn’t easy and if you don’t want to be with me I can understand that. But trust me Y/N I want nothing more than to be by your side. I want to show you how you deserve to be treated and I want to be here for you in whatever way you want me to be. During the good and especially during the bad.”

“You don’t think I’m broken?” You sniffle and refuse to meet his eye.

“C’mere.” Steve tugged you until you ended up seated sideways on his lap. He raised your chin up so that you would look at him. “I don’t think you are broken. You fought to live and to be here now. You amaze me by not letting what happened to you define your future. All of this could have made you bitter and made you hate the world but you have shown the opposite. You’re wonderful and I’m better because I know you.”

“Steve.” You’re crying now and you loop your arms around Steve’s neck, hiding your face from him.

“All I want is to protect you and make you happy, will you let me?”

You pull back to look up at him. He was completely sincere in his statement. You cup his cheek and run your thumb back and forth. “Only if I get to make you happy too.”

Steve smiles and nodded before connecting his lips with yours. When he pulls back you immediately lay your head against his chest. You both stay like that for a while. Steve’s strong arms keep you close to him and his touch is soothing. This is better than what you imagined would happen and you were glad that you had told him everything. Now you could move forward without the weight of your past relationship holding you back.

Since the day you talked to Steve about your past relationship things had been even better. You were more open and honest when you were having a bad day. There were many times when you would both sit down, him with his sketchbook and you with your journal and just spent some quiet time together while music played in the background. You didn’t compare this relationship with your last one anymore either, no longer spending your time quietly trying to figure out or waiting for red flags to make an appearance. It was good to feel this safe and cared for with Steve and you hoped he felt the same.

Steve had been surprised when you asked him to be your plus one to Lisa’s wedding. Though you thought it was time for them to meet. It was going to be a surprise for her for sure. You’d let Steve know that she had no idea that he was Captain America. He chuckled but was hopeful that he was well received by your friend. It was important to him to show those that cared about you that he was serious when it came to your well-being.

Steve’s eyes lit up when you opened the door. You were wearing a beautiful cerulean tulle dress. It was the first time that you wore something that had any type of cleavage and it showed off the scar on your chest and some on your back. It was something you had been self conscious about but at Nat’s gentle but firm insistence you decided on this dress. You smiled up at him, his eyes popped more with the touch of color from the tie and pocket square that matched your dress. That was definitely Nat’s doing.

“You look breathtaking.” Steve murmured as his eyes drank you in.

“Have you seen yourself? So handsome.”

Steve gives you a bashful smile. It baffled you sometimes how easy it was to get him flustered. You’d never tell him but it was your favorite thing to do.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Let me just grab my purse.” You turned and grabbed everything you needed. Then you stepped out and locked the door of your apartment. “Ok I’m ready.” You said and started heading for the stairs.

“I’m not.”

You turn to look at Steve, confused.

“I haven’t greeted my girl properly.” She smirks as he pulls you in and kisses you. “There, that’s much better.”

You can’t help the grin that breaks out on your face. Steve then takes the small bag that held Marvin’s things in one hand and your hand in the other.

Lisa and Cassie’s wedding was small but beautiful. The ceremony was held in an exquisitely decorated garden and the reception was in a huge greenhouse. You had helped with some of the planning but to see their ideas come to life was amazing. While waiting for the brides to make their big entrance Steve was kind enough to take Marvin out for a quick stroll. He got back just in time to watch both women come in and head to the dance floor and share their first dance as a married couple.

Steve had his arm around the back of your chair and you leaned into him, enjoying seeing your friend celebrating her second chance at love.

“It’s incredible.” Steve murmured into your hair and you tilted your head back to look at him.

“What is?”

“To be able to see that all love is allowed to be celebrated. In the 20s and 30s they would have been persecuted.” Steve smiles as Lisa and Cassie kiss. “I know it still happens now but this is still progress.”

“Yeah, it’s wonderful to see people able to love freely.”

After their first dance Cassie and Lisa went to their table. Dinner was served and speeches were made. There had been murmurs during the reception about Steve being there but somehow Lisa still hadn’t seen you. It wasn’t until they were walking around the tables that she made it to you.

“You two look so beautiful. Thank you for inviting me.” Yo say as you get up to hug the brides.

“You look beautiful, I’m so glad you made it. And look at Marvin, he’s wearing a matching bow tie. That’s so cute.”

“I couldn’t help it. But I’d like you to meet my date. Lisa, Cassie, this is Steve.” You turn to see Steve stand up and stretch his hand out to shake theirs.

“Congratulations, it’s a wonderful wedding.”

Lisa and Cassie are standing there with matching surprised expressions. You hide your smile behind your hand and try to stifle a giggle. They finally snap out of it and shake Steve’s hand.

“You are Steve Rogers.” Lisa says after a few seconds.

“I am. At least the last time I checked.”

“You didn’t tell me you were dating Steve fucking Rogers.” Lisa looks at you with wide eyes.

Steve throws his head back and laughs.

“Well his middle name isn’t fucking.”

“Y/N, not the point.” Lisa’s eyebrows furrow and she shakes her head. “You just said he worked in security and was in the military.”

“That’s how you described my job?”

“Well it’s true.” You turn to look at Steve. “You fought in World War Two and you’re an avenger, you literally work as security. It’s just that being an avenger is like an extreme sport.”

Steve was laughing again. His hand on his chest and his head back. You roll your eyes but laugh too and look back at the newly weds.

“Anyways, I didn’t tell you at first because I really wasn’t even sure anyone would believe me. Besides, it was a really new friendship.”

“And now a full blown relationship.” She gives you a sly smile.

“Yup.” When you turn to look at Steve he’s already looking at you fondly. “A good one too.”

“That’s great. I’m happy for you really.” Cassie says. “You both owe us a dance each.”

“Of course.” Steve nods and they move on to another set of guests. “What do you say, sweetheart, may I have this dance?”

“I’m not really a dancer.”

“Neither am I but I think we can figure it out.”

****

There was a slow song playing which was perfect for your two left feet. Steve swayed from side to side while his hands were on your waist. He kept his eyes on you the whole time, a soft smile on his lips while you sang along to the song. Marvin sat at the edge of the dance floor tracking your movements with his eyes.

“Why did you say you aren’t a dancer? I thought dance halls were popular back in the 30s.” You looked up at him as you moved your hands from his chest to loop around his neck.

“Well not a lot of dames wanted to dance with me back then. I wasn’t exactly the picture of a provider or protector.”

“They’re idiots.”

“Would you have danced with me?” He asks as he slowly turns you around the dance floor.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I? You were handsome back there too. I’m sure you were polite and honest like you are now.”

Steve smiles before he dips you, his lips are on yours when he pulls you back up. You smile into the kiss just as the song ends. Someone clears their throat next to you and you pull away to see Lisa giving you an amused look.

“May I steal your date for a dance?” She asked you and you looked up at Steve before nodding. Steve kisses your hand and then takes Lisa’s.

A song starts and Steve begins to lead Lisa around. He can’t help but look over and see you and Cassie in a dance of your own laughing. The smile is involuntary, it just appears whenever he looks at you.

“Y/N’s something special isn’t she?” Lisa says in order to get his attention.

“Yes she is.”

“Other than the whole breaking up the team issue I’ve never heard anything bad about you as a person. Even then I think you were trying to protect and help someone.”

“I was trying to help my best friend. I lost him during the blip.”

“Can’t be easy to lose half of your family to a fight and then the other half to the blip.”

Steve looked at Lisa and nodded. “Those first few months afterward were horrible.”

“What changed?”

“I met Y/N. It was like a switch flipped. I mean I could tell that she was going through something and she was so scared but she slowly started to let me in.” Steve started to ramble a bit about how much he cared about you, it was sweet.

“So when are you going to tell her?”

“Tell her what?”

“That you’re in love with her.” Lisa smiled.

“Oh, I don’t know. Isn’t it too soon? I don’t want to scare her.”

“At least you didn’t deny it.” Lisa looks over to see you and Cassie mostly talking instead of dancing. “But don’t wait too long either. She’s been happier since you’ve been together and you deserve some happiness too. I’ve been in her shoes before. The uncertainty of a new relationship, the second guessing if we’re doing things right, the doubt that we’re good enough for this person that is so clearly much better for us. You seem to be a good man Steve and she needs that. Just don’t string her along ok?”

“I could never.”

“Good. Thank you for the dance.” Lisa gives him a hug. “Thank you for caring for her.”

Steve watches as Lisa makes her way over to you and takes your hand while Cassie makes her way to him. The song is a bit more upbeat so she offers to get a drink at the bar instead.

****

“Your man is so hot.” Lisa comments as you’re dancing around and you giggle.

“He really is, isn't he?”You say dreamily. “But he’s so much more than that too. He’s so caring and he puts others first. He’s never made me feel like my feelings don’t matter.” You ramble about everything you love about Steve until Lisa chuckles.

“You should tell him you love him.”

“What if it’s too soon? Maybe he isn’t there yet.”

“Trust me, he’s there already. Probably has been for a while.”

“Did he tell you something?” You asked before spinning.

“He didn’t have to say anything at all. The way he looks at you as if you’d hung the moon and the stars is enough to let me know.” Lisa wiggles her eyebrows at you.

“Maybe I will… soon.”

“I can’t wait to dance at your wedding.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t think that’s happening.”

“Please. He’s going to wife you up so hard. I want a shoutout during the speech saying I called it.” Lisa laughed as she took your hands and shimmied around with you. You loosened up too and started to really get into the dance until you were both just jumping and wiggling around the dance floor without a care in the world.

****

“You two look great together.” Cassie tells Steve from behind her glass of champagne.

“So do you. Lisa’s amazing.”

Cassie looks out to you and Lisa and smiles. “Yeah she is. My only regret is not having met her sooner.”

“Yeah, me too.” Steve says before taking a sip of his drink. “May I ask you something? It’s a bit personal.”

“Let me guess, how to show her support?”

Steve nods.

“Well everyone is different but there are a few things that seem to be true for those that survived domestic abuse. One of them being reassuring them that they deserve to be safe and happy and loved. Reminding them that what happened wasn’t their fault. Learning what their triggers are.”

“Triggers?” Steve looked at Cassie a bit confused.

“Yeah. Like is there a certain word or phrase that might cause them to think of their abuser. Yelling or sudden movements might give them a flashback. When that happens you might want to give her space or she might want you to hold her so that you can ground her to the present. It all depends on Y/N.”

“I hadn’t thought of that.”

“It’s normal for us to not think about those things. Just don’t be afraid to ask her and show her that you’re there for her. There will be times when she might want to push you away, just remember that it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with what she went through. Just give her space and remind her that you’re there for her. It won’t always be easy but it will always be worth it.”

Steve nods and smiles when he sees you looking in his direction. A brilliant smile lights up your face as you wave him over. He’s all too happy to excuse himself and head in your direction. You’re already grabbing Marvin’s leash when he reaches you, his hand going to the small of your back.

“Everything ok?” He asks.

“Yeah, I just wanted to take Marvin outside. Wanna come with?”

“Yeah, I could use some air.”

“Great, let me go get my shall at the table. I’ll meet you by the door.”

“Ok. I’ll take Marvin.”

You hand him the leash and zigzag your way through the tables. As quickly as you can you grab the wrap you brought in case you were cold and head outside. Steve is standing close to the door as Marvin sniffs around. You walk right up to him and wrap an arm around his midsection.

“Hey.” Steve says as he places an arm around your shoulder and places a kiss on top of your head.

“Hey, want to walk around a bit?”

“Yeah, c’mon.”

The two of you walk through the dimly lit garden letting Marvin stretch his legs a bit. Paper lanterns lit the walkways that snaked their way into different sections. You wandered aimlessly talking about how beautiful the wedding was. Then you found a small dance floor outside. There were fairy lights hanging from one side to the other bathing the area in a soft, warm glow. Speakers surrounded the area and music permeated the air.

Steve took your hand and led you to the center of the outdoor dance floor. Slow, soft music was playing and Steve pulled you into his chest. His hands on your waist as you rested your hands on his shoulders. As he swayed you side to side you leaned your head against his chest.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?” You heard him say quietly, trying to stay in the magical bubble you were in at the moment.

You took a deep breath. It was time that you were honest with yourself and him.

“I need to tell you something.”

“What is it?” He asked as he started to pull away but you pulled him back in.

“Can we stay like this?”

“Of course. Everything ok?”

“Yeah,” you replied nervously. “It’s more than alright actually. Steve, I’m falling in love with you.”

You couldn’t see it but Steve smiled.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll be right here to catch you, because I already have.”

“What?” You asked as you pulled back to look at him. Same soft smile and fond look he always had when he looked at you was reflected back.

“I’m in love with you. So when you’re done falling, I’ll be right here to catch you.”

Your smile is brilliant as Steve closes the space and kisses you. How he managed to be so passionate but gentle when he kissed you would never know. But hopefully you’d have a lifetime to try and figure it out.

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Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader (pilot!reader - callsign: Savannah) Category: smut / NSFW (18+), fluff because I want everyone to be happy always Word count: 3,6k CW: language, allusion to past bad sexual experience (non explicit), me not having any idea how the navy works, literally googled “aircraft carrier diagram”, don’t expect any actual details about the mission lol Author’s note: first time writing tgm and went a lil off the rails. shoutout to @callsignvalley @seasonsbloom @ohcaptains @clints-lucky-arrow @steadfastconviction and like, a lot of other amazing writers in this fandom whose fics I obsessively read in October Summary: On the eve of what may be the biggest mission in your naval career, the answer to your problem comes to you in the form of Lt. Jake Seresin

Squeezing into the squad galley at a quarter to nine on the eve of the mission, Jake is surprised to see you sitting at the steel high-top table, still in uniform. Days on an aircraft carrier generally start early and end early, and considering the stakes of tomorrow’s mission, the rest of the squad retired to their bunks immediately after dinner.

“Hey, Vanny, still up?” He enquires, noting the way you’re slumped over the counter, head in your palms. He flicks the switch on the electric kettle sitting on the small counter.

After a moment, you look over at him. “So are you, Seresin.”

He gestures to his outfit, sweatpants and a white t-shirt. “I tried to sleep, still too wired. Thought I’d come make myself an herbal tea.”

That makes the corner of your mouth twitch, to his relief. “Can you make me one?”

He sets to work, and a short while later, sits down on the stool next to you, handing you a steaming mug. You mumble a thanks, and both of you sip chamomile in silence for a minute, before you apparently grow tired of Jake staring a hole in the side of your head.

“What?” you glare at him.

He smiles, amused. “Just wondering what’s keeping our unflappable Savannah up the night before a mission. Nervous?”

You stare at the wall. “No.” You take a sip of tea, then concede: “Yes. I guess. In a way.”

He goes a little soft at the way your cheekbones color slightly, and tentatively reaches out to rest his hand on your wrist, still holding your mug. “It’s okay, you know. I know you haven’t done as many of these as some of us, but don’t think anyone flying tomorrow isn’t feeling nervous. Or scared.” He rubs his thumb over the protrusion of your wrist bone, soothingly, he hopes. “I still get scared.”

He wouldn’t say that to just anyone on the squad, and he thinks you know it. In preparation for this mission you two were paired up often, and there’s a trust between you that can only come from eight weeks of preparing for life-or-death together. You’re a good pilot, a great one: not as much of a risk-taker as some of the squad, but solid and dependable, immaculate in your execution, and a stealthier flyer than anyone there. The number of times you snuck up on him and had him locked on your radar before he even realized you were anywhere in the vicinity is, frankly, a little embarrassing to him.

Though you didn’t know each other beforehand, you having been a few years behind him at TOPGUN, he feels like he knows you now – what makes you tick.

So it’s all the more flooring when you turn to him, and after a moment of seeming to examine him, brows furrowed, you ask: “Seresin, will you have sex with me?”

He chokes on his tea, a little, takes a deep pull of air and pulls back his hand from your wrist. He must have misheard you, so he asks, in a tone much higher-pitched than he would like: “Excuse me?”

You don’t seem bothered by his reaction, continuing to fix him with those big eyes, jaw set in a determined look he’s come to know all too well over the past weeks, on the tarmac, in your jet. Never here, in the cramped squad galley past bedtime, looking at him like you’ve made up your mind. “I asked if you’ll have sex with me. Tonight, to be clear. Now, ideally, considering we’re up at 5 AM.”

He turns towards you more, opens and closes his mouth once or twice, before settling on: “Vanny, I need a bit more context here.”

Feels a little like he should kick himself for not just saying yes, Savannah, please, lead the way.

You turn away your gaze from him again, and the color in your cheeks heightens, but he’s not sure he likes it this time. He watches you swallow, before you speak, not sounding as sure of yourself as a minute ago: “I’m not scared, exactly, for tomorrow. Or maybe I am. In any case, I don’t have any illusions about what’s at stake. I know we might not come back.”

And there it is again, the determined set of your jaw: “And for some reason, and trust me – I know it’s ridiculous – for some reason the idea my brain is stuck on is that the last time I had sex was fucking terrible, with my fucking terrible ex who made me feel small and worthless, and I just… don’t want his to be the last hands on me.”

And if that doesn’t fucking break his heart in two, because you deserve – so much more. Everything, Jake thinks, one hand somehow already on your thigh, and it’s all he can do to stop himself from tangling the other one in your hair straight away, from burying his face into your neck, because he needs to know one last thing: “Vanny, why me?”

You’re silent for a beat, and his eyes snap up to yours. He doesn’t know what you see in his face, but it must be good – you smile that wry smile of yours, the one that always feels like a reward to him. You reach out and run the back of your fingers over the side of his throat, and he swallows hard. “Well, Seresin, I’m not going to lie – First of all because you’re here, and I thought you might say yes.”

Then your eyes soften a little, and if he had any hesitation before, you wipe it out altogether: “But mostly because I trust you. Completely. And if you said no – which I would totally understand – I know you’d still get it. That you won’t hold it against me.”

You can’t know, he thinks, how much that means to him. You weren’t around for his more volatile Hangman years, rarely even use his callsign. He’s matured a lot since then, has learned to put the squad before his ego, but still – his reputation follows him. But you never – never held that against him. He started with you from a clean slate.

“Alright, jeez.” He says, grinning, trying to keep his tone light, probably undermined by his now desperate grip on your thigh, the urgent way he’s already pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your jaw, the fact that he feels his sweats straining against him. “Could’ve bought a guy a drink first, but fine, Savannah, I’m in.”

* * *

You stumble back to Seresin’s bunk – as a higher-ranking officer, he has private quarters, while you share with Halo and Quicksand, who are hopefully long since asleep. You try to make as little noise as possible, in the narrow, echoing steel hallways, because you don’t need anyone finding out about this: fraternizing is strictly off-limits, even more so within the same squadron, and your CO would boot both of you off the mission without a second thought.

More likely they’d just boot you, because Seresin’s got double insignia to your single, and he’s a man; this is still the Navy, and you’re a realist. So you try to be quiet.

But it’s real goddamn hard with Seresin’s hands under your shirt, burning trails up the side of your ribs, and his body flush with your back, nose pressed behind your ear. You fumble with the doorhandle, and you feel, more than hear, his hot chuckle as he nips at the skin over your pulse point. “What’s the matter, baby girl, do you need help?”

You shoot him a glare over your shoulder, but it cannot be convincing, at this point. The latch finally clicks, and he scoops you up, depositing you in the cramped, windowless room.

He locks the door behind him, and for a second you just stare at each other, by the low light of the reading lamp left on over his bunk. The carrier creaks around you, the sounds of its merciless progress through the high seas ever-present, seeping up from the engine room three decks below, reminding you that every minute brings you closer to the inevitability of tomorrow’s mission.

All day it’s been making your skin crawl, but right now, with Jacob Seresin looking at you like that, you think you wouldn’t notice if you were down in the engine room itself. Or standing in the middle of I-5.

One more beat, and it’s like someone’s fired a starting pistol: his hands cradle the side of your face, and he’s bearing down on you, finally kissing you in earnest. Your brain blanks out for a hot second.

Somewhere in the back of your head, it occurs to you that you’ve never been kissed like this before, and it would almost be sweet, the way he’s pressing his forehead to yours, roughly tangling his fingers in your hair, if it wasn’t for the hard length of his erection pressed into your abdomen.

He's talking to you, cursing incoherently under his breath, and of course he’s a talker – of course he never shuts up – and you have to grin, pull back for an instant. “Damn, Seresin. If I’d known you’d be so into the idea, I’d have asked you back on base.”

He chuckles darkly, hands never leaving your hair. “It might surprise you to learn, Vanny,” he presses another kiss to your mouth, to your throat, “that I’ve thought about this a fair amount. I mean, I’m willing to bet every guy on the squad has, but I’m definitely bringing up the average.”

It makes your knees weak, thinking about him thinking about you, and you need to take back some semblance of control, so you make quick work of the buttons on your shirt, shrugging out of the fabric. You’re just wearing a black sports bra, because everything on the carrier has to be functional, not pretty, but still Seresin seems to come up short for a moment, eyes drinking you in.

As if snapping out of it, he groans. “Baby girl. You gotta give me some warning before you pull stuff like that.” He kisses you again and guides you back, insistently, until the back of your thighs hits the edge of the bunk. His calloused hands roam the planes of your exposed skin, your arms, your stomach, your sides.

“You’re so beautiful, Vanny,” he’s murmuring into your ear, seemingly almost trembling as your hands find their way under his shirt, travel up the solid muscle of his back. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart. I’ll give you anything you want.”

You meet his eye, but find you suddenly can’t get the words out. You don’t know if you’re just getting shy (and how inopportune that would be, right now, with Jake Seresin’s thumbs hooking under the stretchy material of your bra, your nipples responding immediately, goosebumps appearing on your skin), or if it’s the intensity of his gaze that has you at a loss for words. You open your mouth, close it again.

“I’ll tell you what I want then, Vanny,” he says, kissing you again, hard, one hand traveling down to grab your ass. “I wanna make you forget anyone else ever had their hands on you. I wanna make you feel so good you won’t remember ever feeling small.” His hands fumble with the button on your khakis, and your head buzzes with the feeling of him, face pressed into your neck, speaking directly into your ear. “I wanna make you cum so hard you won’t remember that guy’s name, alright, Vanny? Is that what you want?”

You already feel like you’re about to explode, but you manage to wrench his face into your field of vision, meeting his eyes. Standing your ground. So he knows you really fucking mean it when you say, “Yes, Seresin. I want all of that.”

The devil himself couldn’t slap away the smirk that spreads over his face, as he looks down at you, his hand finally dipping into your soaked panties. When his fingers make contact with your clit, your knees buckle, and his other arm wraps around you, holding you up. “Alright, baby girl.” He inhales deeply, into the skin of your throat. “But you’re gonna have to call me Jake.”

* * *

You lose track of time shortly after he makes you cum on his tongue. You think you may cry, you’re not sure, because you feel like your brain is on reduced capacity as Jake comes up to grin down at you, as he rubs his thumb over your cheekbone, kissing you tenderly as if he didn’t just make your entire body short-circuit. “You taste so good, baby girl,” he’s saying, dragging his mouth along your jaw. “You look so pretty coming for me, Vanny, I wanna make you feel good always, wanna hear you say my name-”

“Jake,” you interrupt him, holding him by the back of his neck, forcing his eyes to focus. Your hand goes to the front of his sweats, where there’s a dark stain of pre-cum, and your brain doesn’t know what to do with that information.

You trace your palm down his length, impossibly hard, and he groans, closing his eyes, so you call him back to attention: “Jake. Please tell me you have a condom.”

And of course he does, you wouldn’t have expected otherwise. He stands up to get it, takes the opportunity to step out of his sweats. Your mouth goes a little dry.

His pupils are fully blown as you nudge him back onto the thin mattress, move to take him into your mouth, but you barely get the chance to run your tongue down his length before he’s pulling you up by your hair, gently, restrained: “Baby girl. Vanny. I’m not gonna last three seconds if you do that right now.”

He takes the condom from you, tears it open and rolls it down his cock, and for the first time since you crossed the threshold into this room you have a second and a half to really look at him, to think, and you think:

Fuck.

Because somewhere between your proposition in the squad galley and this moment, right now: you sitting on Jake Seresin’s thighs, watching him laying down before you, glistening with sweat, looking up at you like you’re the only thing that could possibly matter in the world, something changed. You know it. You can’t bear to let yourself wonder if he knows it.

Then he’s pulling you in towards him, almost dragging you down for an open-mouthed kiss, and you’re gripping the base of his cock, letting yourself sink down onto it, going slow to accommodate the stretch of him.

All the while, he’s speaking lowly, frantically, directly into your mouth: “Vanny, Vanny, Vanny, fuck, baby girl, my girl, feel so good, feel so –”

Cuts off when you bottom out, and the expression on his face would make you laugh if it wasn’t for everything else that is happening right now. As it is, your heart does a funny little jump, and all you care about right now is making him feel good, make him feel like he’s made you feel.

You tentatively roll your hips, and he groans, so you keep doing that, supporting yourself with a hand on his shoulder, finding your rhythm, and it’s not long before his fingertips are digging into your hips so hard you think he may leave marks, and you want that, want to go up into the sky tomorrow with his fingers printed on your skin; proof that this happened, that for this moment deep in the cavernous steel halls of this Nimitz carrier, Jake Seresin made you feel just like this.

“Vanny.” He’s saying, and you brush your hand over his jaw, feeling like this whole ship could sink right now and you wouldn’t care. “Vanny, beautiful girl,” he brings his palm to your clit, presses his fingers between your bodies, “You’re doing so good, Vanny, I can’t fucking – I’m gonna – I need you to come, baby girl, you’re so good for me, you feel so good on me, you look fucking perfect on top of me, I can’t –”

“Jake.” Your voice breaks, and you’re there, right where he wants you, right where you want to be, and your whole brain stutters and whites out, and you’re kissing him desperately as you come, emotion high in your throat.

Feel his shaky hold on your hips, fucking into you erratically now, any sense of control gone. It’s only a few more moments before he’s groaning into your shoulder, a guttural sound that hits somewhere deep in your chest, and you ride him through it, burying your face into the side of his, telling him how good he’s been, how perfect.

It takes a minute or two for either of you to breathe anywhere near normally again, and then you’re drawing yourself gently off him, and he takes a second to wrap the condom in a tissue before he’s pulling you back down to his chest, pressing kisses to your temple. “Holy shit, Vanny,” he rasps, and he seems delirious with it, and you’re glad it’s not just you – you feel absolutely stupid with it.

You prop yourself up on one elbow to look down at him, and you can’t help the grin that breaks out across your face at the sight of him. You wipe a bead of sweat off his brow, leaning down to kiss the hollow of his throat, his mouth, his cheek, murmuring thank you, thank you, thank you.

He wraps his arms fully around you, so you collapse against his chest again, groaning: “Knock it the fuck off, Savannah, I swear to God if you say thank you one more time –”, but the rest of that sentence is forgotten as he buries his face in the crown of your head.

“Stay a little while.” You hear him say, muffled. “I know you have to wake up in your bunk, but just… don’t leave yet, baby girl.”

And you’re fairly fucking sure you’d give him anything he wanted right about now, so you stay, letting him rub circles into the skin of your back. After a while he murmurs, voice heavy with sleep: “I’m glad you’re not my wingman tomorrow. I don’t think I could’ve done this, if…”

He trails off into nothing, but you get it, understand what he’s trying to tell you, and you wrap your arm around his waist a little tighter, keep on laying there listening to his heartbeat until its slowing rhythm tells you he’s fallen asleep.

* * *

The mission is fucking terrifying, but you do what you do best: shut the non-Navy part of your brain off and fly like you’ve been trained to. Don’t think, just do.

“Hell fucking YES, Halo!” You shout, as you clear the last danger zone, heart in your throat, and she laughs, exhilarated. You and her are a well-oiled machine, completely in tune, playing off the beat of each other’s actions and reactions.

It’s intoxicating as always. There’s something about being up in the air, hitting every mark exactly as planned, then abruptly changing gears, accounting for the unaccountable – it makes you feel larger than life. Makes you feel like you were born to be up there.

You take a few seconds to enjoy the feeling, now that you’re safe to do so, and follow your lead fighter in the direction of the carrier. Clear skies all the way there.

It’s also fucking exhausting. By the time you climb out of your jet and hit the searing tarmac of the flight deck, you’re exhausted, drenched in sweat. You feel like you’ve used all the available adrenaline in your body, and you’re ready to keel over.

Then Jake’s wingman comes in, closely followed by Jake himself - the very last jet to land.

Always with the penchant for the dramatic.

You chug water, waiting for him to emerge, trying to calm the frantic beating of your heart. People are excited now – the last pilot safely on deck, minimal damage. Mission accomplished. There’s something charged in the air, relieved, exhilarated even.

You watch Jake take his helmet off, his eyes immediately searching the throng of people around him, before he spots you.

When he starts towards you, pushing past engineers and pilots and LSO’s with the widest fucking grin you’ve ever seen on his face, you know you’re in deep trouble. Your stomach swoops. It doesn’t stop your own smile from spreading.

He comes to a halt in front of you, too close for propriety. The proximity makes your skin flush, which is a feat, considering you’ve just spent the better part of an hour roasting in the cockpit of a Super Hornet.

“Seresin.” You look up at him, telling yourself you can’t kiss him. You really can’t kiss him right here in the middle of the flight deck, if you have any sense of self-preservation left for your career, you remind yourself; but the point is moot when he lifts you, extra fifteen pounds of flight gear and all, into his arms.

You let out a surprised laugh, and over Jake’s shoulder, you see Halo giving you a look, like: really?, but after another second passes, the corners of her mouth twitch up, and she nods at you almost imperceptibly.

And Jake, his sweat-drenched face pressing into your neck, is whispering: “Alright, Vanny, seeing as how you’re still alive, will you still need me?”

So you slide your hands into his damp hair and look down at him, grinning, hoping your face conveys all the things you can’t yet say: “You better count on it, Jake.”

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hellfirexhoe · 2 years

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Insomnia - Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Summary: Just two friends, helping each other sleep in filthy ways

A/n: it is just like me to post a smut not only on a Monday but also on the day Tumblr decides to add content filters by default, boooooo!

Warnings: 18+ content, minors do not fucking interact, friends to lovers, unprotected sex

“Are you asleep?” You turn to the still figure beside you,

“Yeah. You?”

“Idiot.” You snort at Eddie’s reply.

Eddie switches the lamp on and immediately regrets it as he blinds you both. “Ugh, shit what time is it?”

You squint your barely-adjusted eyes at the clock on his dresser,

“Uhhh, 3am.”

“Fuuuuuuuck.” Eddie whines.

It must be the sleep deprivation that emboldens you, or the close proximity to Eddie, or the slight buzz leftover in your system.

“If neither of us can sleep, why don’t we have sex?” Eddie’s eyes snap open as you speak, shit have you just crossed a line?

It's not like neither of you had ever thought about it, in fact you’re both acutely aware of the tension between you. As are all of your friends. Friends who don’t appreciate you sucking the juice from an ice pop, cheeks hollowing, never breaking Eddie’s gaze while he practically sweats opposite you, while they’re just trying to enjoy a game of D&D. Friends who also don’t appreciate Eddie having to “readjust” himself when you bend over in low cut tops. Friends who don't understand how you could possibly sleep in the same bed together and not be fucking on the down low.

“Did you finally fall asleep?” You ask quietly when Eddie hasn’t spoken in several minutes, you can see he’s staring up at the ceiling, apparently lost in thought. You fiddle with the old shirt you've borrowed to sleep in,

“I’m honestly not sure. See, I’m fairly sure I’m dreaming right now because there is no way you just said what I think you did.”

“If you’re going to be weird about it, the offer is off the table. I’m just trying to think of ways we can get to sleep.” You’re hoping this will provide enough cushioning to soften the blow if he rejects you, that this could be chalked up as a dumb joke and not a cripplingly embarassing moment your friendship might never recover from.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I just never expected you’d be the one propositioning me ‘s all. I always assumed our rampant sexual chemistry would culminate in me begging you on my hands and knees.”

“I mean, I can get on my knees if you’d like.” Eddie laughs, rolling over to face you instead of his ceiling, you can’t help but smile as you see his face, it’s almost criminal how attractive he is.

“I’d love to see it, maybe not at 3am though.”

“Is that your way of letting me down gently?” You can’t help the small pout of your lips as you speak,

“Fuck no, just figure if we’re trying to sleep we should probably stay cosy.” To emphasise his point he pulls you close to him, so close you can feel the heat radiating off of his body, and pulls the covers around you both. He starts slowly, fingertips ghosting over your soft jaw, your head instinctively tilting up to his, silently willing him to kiss you. He knows you well, too well, his lips meeting yours with no hesitation, knowing what you want. All the times you had imagined this moment, it was a rushed moment, hard, rough, the culmination of years of pent up desire. This? This was soft, made you melt into his arms, a kiss that made you never want to leave this moment, never leave his bed.

Both of your breathing gets heavier as Eddie's hands start to wander, rubbing circles with his palms onto your hips, grazing the top of your underwear with the slightest touch, you come away from his lips with a soft sigh,

"Still with me?" Eddie catches your chin and tilts your head to look up at him, "We can stop if you're not into this."

You shake your head, "Don't want to stop, don't want to ever stop."

Eddie chuckles softly, running his thumb slowly over your swelling bottom lip,

"I mean, we'd have to stop at some point sweet girl, we'd need food, and water." Your conflicted expression makes Eddie laugh again, "I promise I'd come right back after getting those boring life sustaining things."

"Better."

Eddie pulls you back in for another soft, sweet kiss, still giggling softly as your lips find each other. You wrap your leg around his waist and pull him in, allowing no space between you, Eddie's hands are at your lower back, his left coming down to rub your thigh, before continuing its descent down your leg, coming back up to your body at a snail's pace, as if he's mapping your legs, mapping a path to where you need him most. You waver again as his hand tracks up your inner thigh, inching closer to your core, Eddie's hand stills and he pulls away from your lips,

"Everything okay?" His brown eyes are on you, assessing you, trying to figure out if he's pushed you too far.

"I'm fine. Its just," your stomach is flipping and your cheeks are burning at your next admission, "Eddie, don't make fun of me, but I'm really, um, worked up from you just kissing me."

He wants to tease you about it, so badly, but how can he refuse such a sweet face, asking him so sweetly?

"You don't think you've had a similar effect on me?" Eddie's eyebrow quirks, he had a point there, you'd been feeling evidence of that effect since you'd wrapped your leg around him. Eddie's hand comes back to your thigh, his other holding your face, guiding you to look at his face while his hand creeps ever closer. He's not quick enough to hide the surprise on his face when he gets to your centre and finds you soaking through your underwear,

"Not a word, Munson."

"Sorry but no deal, all this for little old me?"

"Nothing little about you." You counter as you press yourself into him more, feeling his rock hard length through his boxers.

"Flatterer." Eddie mutters as he hooks his fingers into the elastic, gently guiding your leg away from him so he can pull them off, before he returns your leg to his hip, his fingers now stroking slow paths up and down your folds, his eyes trained on yours, watching your face. His fingers move inwards and you hiss as he brushes past your clit, then back again when he realises what he's found, there's a mischievous smirk on his face and he leans in to whisper to you,

"Hmm, now I really don't see what the hell that guy's issue was last month." He's referring to your last date, at the end of which you'd gone to Eddie's, flopping down on his sofa and declaring men who cannot find the clit to be useless and making up a worryingly large portion of your dating history.

You want to sass him, tell him he's being cocky but your brain is suddenly occupied by the sensation of Eddie's calloused fingers rubbing around your clit, your eyes feel heavy and you want to close them, your head instinctively turning to face the pillow but Eddie's free hand is gripping your chin, forcing you to look at his face

"Nuh-uh, you're going to look at my face while I make you come with my hands. No hiding that pretty face." The intensity of his gaze leaves you breathless, and his incessant attention to your clit means you have no chance to catch your breath, instead your breathing comes in ragged gasps that get faster the closer he pushes you, your starting to flinch away from his touch as you teter on the edge of overstimulation,

"Shh, I'll make it better." Eddie's fingers glide through your slick to your entrance, entering you slowly, letting you adjust to the intrusion.

"Fuck." Is all you're able to mewl at the fullness once he's knuckle deep, your eyes getting teary. Eddie nods in agreement, starting to work his fingers inside you while his thumb toys with your clit, you're quickly back at the edge of your orgasm, Eddie's pupils are dilated and his breathing is matching yours, clearly getting off on watching you come undone by his hand. You swear the air surrounding you is getting hotter, heavier, making it harder to breathe, you can feel the pressure in your body building, making you tremble until finally, you're reaching your peak, clawing at Eddie's arm and with a loud cry of his name, eyes squeezing shut so tight that tears stream down your face. Eddie keeps his hand in place until you've ridden out your high, planting kisses on your forehead.

"More, I need more." You breathe out, cringing slightly at the desperate whine in your voice,

"You sure?" Eddie waits until you're a bit more coherent, shaking less like a leaf in a hurricane. You nod enthusiastically and he rolls over to his nightstand before a flurry of curse words leave his lips,

"Shit fucking - goddamn." You can guess the cause for his frustration,

"Eddie… its fine."

"Shit, sorry." Eddie flops back down onto the bed, a little grouchy.

"No, Eddie. Its… fine." You hope he understands the look you're giving him, otherwise you might just be pulling a demented face.

"You're sure?"

"100 per cent."

Eddie is still slightly hesitant as he hovers above you, hands either side of your head,

"Really sure?" You nod and Eddie shakes his head, "No, you need to use words for this."

"I want this, I want you." You feel your stomach lurch a little with anticipation as Eddie's bare cock lines up with your entrance, and sinks in, inch by inch. As you'd commented earlier, there is nothing small about Eddie, despite his earlier efforts you're still left with a slight sting as your snug walls adjust to him.

"Fuuucking hell." Your turn to nod in agreement, a little dumb struck by how good it feels to be so full of Eddie. A whimper escapes your lips as Eddie gives his hips a tentative roll, and almost instinctively your body draws him close, legs locking around his waist, arms pulling him down until he lands on you with a soft "oof". Once he's certain he hasn't squashed you Eddie starts rolling his hips again, setting a deep and drawn out rhythm, your g spot being stimulated with every motion, your walls hugging his length so tightly that you swear you can feel every vein on his cock.

Your moans are music to his ears, especially when his name is interspersed between them, he can hear the pitch change as you get closer, so he staves off his own orgasm, determined to get you there first, he doubles down, upping his tempo and teasing your neck while whispering in your ear,

"This pussy is fucking perfect, you know that? You're fucking perfect."

You try to disagree but he cuts you off by sucking a hickey onto the side of your neck. He comes away from your neck to peck your lips once, and as soon as he does your hands are pushing the hair away from his face so you can see just how blown his pupils are, see the flush that starts at his cheeks and trails down to his chest.

"You're fucking perfect." You manage to stutter out between gasps and moans, your hands travelling to his back and digging in, leaving angry red lines as he fucks you into the mattress.

"I'm so fucking close Eddie."

"Don't hold back on me now." Eddie flashes you a smile and with a well timed thrust he has your walls clenching around him while you leave more angry lines down his back, you're fairly sure your vision goes blurry for a few seconds while the pleasure short circuits your brain. Its Eddie kiss that brings you back, desperate and hungry this time.

"Baby, you need to drop your legs or I can't pull out." Eddie pants as he ruts into you, your legs are still locked around his waist and he's perilously close.

"Don't." There's an irresistible grin on your face and Eddie curses,

"Shit, you sure?" You nod, "No, no, words again please. Hurry." Eddie's sweating and biting his lip, desperately trying to hold back but unable to stop himself from fucking you,

"Eddie, don't pull out." That's all it takes to completely knock the air from his lungs, and he's finishing inside you with the hottest fucking groans you have ever heard, hips never stilling as he fucks his cum deeper into you.

He collapses down beside you, swearing and sweaty as he comes down from his high. You wait until you can hear that both of you are breathing normally and ask him again,

“Are you asleep?”

“Baby, I physically do not have another round in me. Give me ten minutes.” You slap his arm and he winks at you,

"So, quick question… Just how many girls are you screwing?" You ask, referring to the lack of condom availability.

"Tragically, the ones I had expired, I thought I had bought more but apparently not." You try to stifle the giggle, you really do.

"Shut up." Eddie's laughing with you too, pulling you close to his chest, making you wrinkle up your nose when your skin sticks to his.

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aether-bun · 3 months

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Hey, not sure if you’re doing the whole ‘Emoji Anons’ thing, but if ya are, I’d like to claim 🐉 Anon. Anyways, on with the request.

Could I get a platonic comfort for Pokémon Kieran with a reader who is like a really strong Pokémon Trainer and like his older sibling? Like, the reader is Champion level strong. Maybe the Champion of the Alola region? They recently heard from Carmine (since Kieran canonically doesn’t have a phone.) about what happened at Kitakami and how Kieran is extremely upset, so the reader goes to visit Kieran at Blueberry Academy to try and cheer him up. Because honestly, this kid needs a hug, badly.

You can ignore if ya want, but this is just a thought.

-🐉 Anon

The Boy Who Felt He Couldn't

Shadow (noun):

"A shaded or darker portion; an imperfect and faint representation."

❗: Reader is not referred to with any gendered terms, but is the eldest sibling of Carmine and Kieran. This fic is purely platonic and takes place after the Teal Mask DLC for Pokemon Scarlet/Violet.

[author's note at the end!]

Alola was a temperate, calm, and quite scenic region. It held diverse pokemon, beautiful agriculture, and best of all, it had one of the strongest champions in the world.

That was you. Quite modestly, you never really used that knowledge for your own gain, but on Alola you didn't need to. Mind, you lived there, so eventually over time the people grew to treat you normally again. This settlement meant you weren't forced to be a beacon - You could just be you.

Paldea did not offer this luxury.

Home to ancient ruins and terrifying legends, Paldea was a region of freedom, to an extent. It had every landscape a student could dream of, it had deserts adjacent to snowy hills with springs and forestry between. It was beautiful.

This beauty was very hard to see over the heads of the giant bustling crowd that had apparently come to see you. You didn't know how they knew you'd be there, but oh boy, apparently word got around.

You shook hands, signed pokeballs, and went over the usual speech of how great it was to see your supporters, before managing to shimmy your way out of the hustle and bustle of the aspiring trainers, reporters, and fans.

Unfortunately, you weren't there for any sightseeing or meetups, though you did make a mental note to at least book a tour of the region later. Right now, you were here for family.

Specifically, a little boy named Kieran. Your younger brother. According to your sister Carmine, he'd been incredibly upset, and if her story was true, you could honestly understand why.

It wasn't every day that the ancient pokemon that travelled with your bloodline for generations rejected you for some new star student. You figured you'd be pretty upset too, if you were him.

Kieran was unfortunately cursed with misfortune. Every time he tried to help himself to his goals, it always somehow managed to backfire. His Pokemon journey was not unlike the start of your own, but it was much worse than yours.

You knocked cautiously on his door. It was quiet. A small note on the door had the words 'KEEP OUT', but the writing had smudged, and there were blots of tears causing the ink to bleed. You could make it out, though. It hurt your heart.

"Kieran? C'mon, buddy, it's me.." You tried, cautious.

Immediately you heard rapid footsteps. The lock fidgeted wildly, until finally the door snapped open, revealing the disbelieving face of your brother. He looked at you for a long moment, eyes wide in disbelief.

"...[Y/N]?"

"Hey kid. I'm so sor–"

Kieran's arms were around you instantly, and he was squeezing you as tight as he could. You could hear his breaths stuttering, you could feel him trying not to stain your shirt with tears, so you simply readjusted, kneeling down and swallowing his shaking body in a warm embrace.

He sniffled into your shoulder, and you gently rubbed his back. "I'm sorry everything went so badly for you, Kieran." You said, soft, hoping to introduce the subject in a way that wouldn't antagonise him (something your sister was not very good at), and judging by the way he leaned into you further, you figured it was working.

-•-•-•-

Eventually, after many minutes of angry exclamations and scrambled words, Kieran calmed down. It was a process, getting him to breathe and recenter, but he always felt calmer with you, so the process wasn't too long. Not that you minded.

Kieran retold his story; His struggles with his own frustration, his exasperation towards Ogerpon's continuous dismissal, and he even admitted his own faults with his lashing out and sabotage attempts.

It felt easier to talk about these things with you. You never sighed and waved him off, never chalked any of his problems up to being a fault of his own. You listened. You spoke when he wanted you to, and you eased him into some advice that he tried to then take on for himself. This time was no different.

"Why did you feel the need to fight them, Kieran?" Your voice was still calm.

"I just...I tried everything to make Ogerpon feel welcomed! I catered to her needs, I did what ever I could to make her like me and nothing worked! I was so...so..."

"...Jealous?"

Kieran's silence meant he knew the answer was yes. You pursed your lips and sighed.

"Did you apologise?"

Again, he was silent. You were almost about to lecture him on the importance of admitting his faults, but then he managed to force out a small admission.

"I did." His tone was off, but you tried not to think too much of it.

You smiled sadly at him, bringing him close to lean on your shoulder. "I'm glad you said something, at least." You felt him tense a little, which unnerved you.

Then, in an effort to relax him, you noticed the way his hair looked.

"What's with this, huh? You never have your hair up..."

Kieran huffed. He didn't even appear to hear you through his own mental train of thought.

"I need to show that Trainer I can do more than just lose."

This made you stop and look at him. What?

"Kieran..."

"I need to show them I'm capable of winning. That I can be the star, too."

You frowned. This wasn't good.

"Kieran."

"You don't get it!" He snapped, shoulders tense as you fell quiet. "Ever since you started your journey, you've had good pokemon, good people! You're one of the strongest trainers in the world! No one treats you like a kid!

I need to show everyone that I'm able to be strong. Stronger than them. Stronger than anyone they've ever seen! Stronger than you!"

His voice cracked and broke. He looked so...angry. You couldn't let this go on.

"Kieran." You put a hand on his, and he seemed to come back to reality. He looked at you with wide, remorseful eyes. You furrowed your eyebrows, concerned.

"I-I'm...I'm sorry." Kieran mumbled, looking back down at his lap.

You knew where an attitude like that often lead people. It lead some of your friends down windy, dangerous roads. It created villains out of pure, innocent people. It created evil.

You very quickly decided you wouldn't let that happen to your baby brother.

Taking his hand again, you squeezed it. He looked up at you and met your worried eyes with poorly hidden fear.

"[Y/N]...?"

"Kieran...Your resolve is very important. Your will to do the right thing has always been one of my favourite parts about you. Your love for pokemon, your justice, it's all so important to me," You said. He looked away again, so you gently nudged him, and he very barely met your gaze again.

"I will not stand by and watch you tear yourself up. I don't want you going down a path you can't come back from."

"[Y/N]...I-"

"It's okay. I'm not going to make it a big deal. But...I am taking you to therapy." You chuckled, though you weren't joking. Kieran seemed to immediately deflate.

"It's not because you're messed up, or wrong, so don't you dare think that," You said, catching onto his thought process. "It's to help you regulate your emotions. I can be there with you, if you want me to, but I want you to try it out at least."

There was a long pause between you. You were still holding his hand, though your grip had eased enough for him to let go if he wanted to. He didn't.

After an eternity of silence, he slowly nodded. You mentally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled a little at him. "Thank you, Kieran." You said, watching him try to smile back a little. He was so tired. You stayed with him the rest of the afternoon, and at some point, he'd fallen asleep. The bags under his eyes suggested he hadn't slept enough recently, so you managed to get yourself comfortable and let him rest.

The process of undoing all of his emotional issues would take a very long time. It would be strenuous and taxing and he'd reach times where he felt it wasn't worth it.

But every Thursday, after he'd finished his sessions with a lovely therapist you happened to know in the region, you'd give him a signature bear hug, and you'd talk about whatever was on your minds.

Eventually, you did have to go back home to Alola, but when you left, you made sure he was in good hands. You made sure Carmine was aware of how to go about talking to him. You made sure he had people he could fall back on.

Even when you weren't there, you made sure he knew you were still around if he needed you. You gave him a Rotom Phone of his own, one that he positively beamed at from the patterns on the case, and made sure he knew to call you whenever he felt like it.

Every Thursday, he was reminded that you were there.

Every Monday, you called him and checked in.

And after a while, he realised something very elating: That with you and Carmine and his new friends he'd managed to make, it was going to be okay for him now.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Full disclosure, I never actually got around to playing the new DLCs, but as an older brother myself, watching a playthrough of it made me so sad for this little kid man :(

🐉Anon thank you SO MUCH for this request!!!! This is officially the first request I've done and I'd like to think I did a fairly good job on it! I'd like to think the endgame for this fic would be that we don't have to worry about the threat of Kieran entering a Syndrome arc sobs

Leave your requests in my inbox!! Thank you for reading, and ciao for now ♡

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mybullshitsensesaretingling · 9 months

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A Vulcan Smile Part Seven

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Jim looked up from his computer as the door to his ready room swished open. He had stolen away to the ship to get some much-needed quiet to review his notes before his next meeting. A quiet he was surprised to see emanating from his best friend as he made his way across the room.

Leonard typically preferred to make his presence in a room known, entering with a joke or a complaint or some kind of combination of the two. Now he took a seat across from Jim in complete silence. The captain looked him over, trying to identify where this change was coming from. He wore crumpled shirt and an unreadable expression.

"Is that the same uniform as yesterday?" Jim finally asked.

"Didn't have time to change."

"You've been off duty for twelve hours, Bones. How long does it take? You wear the same thing everyday," Jim pointed out.

"I was helping Joanna with her homework and then," Leonard's voice dropped slightly, "I was with (Y/N)."

Jim’s brows raised. "Were you?"

"Apologizing," Leonard clarified.

"And what did you do that required you to apologize all night long?" Jim's words tiptoed around innuendo.

"Joanna was suspended for starting a fight."

"So you were apologizing for your part in bringing another angry McCoy into the universe," Jim guessed.

"I didn't react well to the news," Leonard admitted. "Started a fight of my own."

"That doesn't sound like you," Jim said sarcastically.

“I blamed her. Told her that Joanna was picking up violant tendencies from her,” Leonard explained.

Jim let out a disappointed breath. He didn’t know you well, but he had heard so much about you through long winded, sporadic rants from Leonard that he could guess how well that went over. He certainly knew enough about people in general to know that wasn’t something you said to someone who cared gor your child.

“She blamed me. Told me Joanna was acting out because she’s hurt that I left and doesn’t know how to express it.” Leonard slumped back in the chair. “Apparently I don’t put in enough effort as a father.”

“Well,” Jim started pointedly. He raised his brows and tilted his head, hoping if he made a strong enough facial expression he wouldn’t have to finish the thought out loud.

“When were you planning to tell me you though I was a bad father?”

Jim let out a breathy chuckle at his friends dramatics. “I don’t think you’re a bad father. I think that (Y/N) spends a lot of time with Joanna and if she thinks she’s feeling a little abandoned then she might know what she’s talking about.”

Leonard sighed. “I know.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“I already apologized.”

This earned Leonard a look that told him he needed to do better than that.

“I suppose I don’t really have a choice.”

“Not if you ever want to be able to respect yourself again.”

Leonard groaned and rubbed a hand across his face. “I’m not cut out for this.”

“You said the same thing the first time you had to work on a ship. Now look at you.”

“Now look at me,” Leonard repeated in a defeated tone.

“You know-” Jim waited until his friend was looking at him again to finish, “Centaurus isn’t that far out of our way.”

“Oh no.” Leonard shook his head and held up a hand. “This ship is on red alert every other thursday. My eleven year old isn’t going to be involved in that.”

“We’d be taking a similar course to the shuttle. Any dangers we run into they’d probably run into too. Wouldn’t you prefer she run into them with you?”

“I’d rather she not be in space at all, but seeing as I wasn’t given a choice in that…” Leonard trailed of, thinking it over. “You wouldn’t mind the detour?”

“Not at all.”

“You know letting my daughter and Spock’s sister loose on this ship might lead to more chaos than we’re prepared for.”

Jim shook his head. “Spock’s gonna hate this.”

“You don’t have to convice me, Jim. I’m alread on board.”

“Tell me again,” Leonard ordered as he walked with Joanna to the Enterprise.

“The warp core, jefferies tubes, and bridge are off limits. If red lights start flashing I am to stay in my room. If I hear the word ‘anomoly’ over the comms, I am to find you in the sickbay. If I see more than five people in uniform running in the halls I am to find Ms. Grayson and wait for the all clear. No wandering the halls or entering the recreation deck or holodeck alone. No fun of any kind,” Joanna rattled off.

“Good. Stick to those rules and you should make it back home in one piece.”

“Can’t I have a little fun?”

“Being a passenger on the Enterprise is-”

“Not a reward for punching my classmate even if he is a shithead and desereved it,” she parroted the words he’d used when he explained the arrangement to her. “I’ve gotten like two lectures a day since I was suspended, thrown up on during a shuttle ride here, and given four times the calc homework I would normally have. Haven’t I been punished enough?”

“We’re not punishing you. We’re making sure you’ve learned your lesson. We don’t want you to turn into a violent drop out with no direction in life and a long arrest record.”

“You’re say ‘we’ a lot about you and Ms. Grayson,” she pointed out.

“Oh look! Lieutenant Uhura.” Leonard quickly changed the subject, coming to a stop outside the air lock where the Lieutenant was standing. “Waiting for Spock?”

“He’s just saying goodbye.” She nodded over to where he stood with you and Serek.

“Good might be a stretch,” Leonard mumbled.

“Who are they talking to?” Joanna asked.

“The Vulcan ambassador,” Nyota answered.

“They don’t seem to like him.”

“It’s a complicated relationship,” she said, watching the three of you hold up Vulcan salutes.

As the ambassador turned and boarded another ship, you folded down you pinky and ring finger and lifted your raised fingers to your temple. Your head jerked to the side as you pretended to shoot yourself in the head. To Leonard's suprise, Spock used his hand to wipe your imaginary blood from the side of his face.

The two of you walked in silence to meet the others. You both had your hands clasped behind your back, but as you got closer yours moved to swing at your side.

Uhura watched the way Leonard smiled and then stiffened awkwardly as you approached.

“Come on let’s get out of here before Spock and I are used as a visual aid in another debate about the future of the Vulcan race,” you said when you reach them. “If I get called V’tosh ka’tur one more time, I’m going to start throwing things.”

“That kind of behavior is exactly why they call you V’tosh ka’tur,” Spock pointing out.

“Don’t call your sister a Vulcan without logic, Spock,” Uhura chastised.

“Thank you. Wanting to throw things at those stuffy, xenophobic elders is completely logical,” you argued. “And besides they call you V’tosh ka’tur too.”

Spock mouth dropped open. “I am not V’tosh ka’tur. I follow the ancestral teachings.”

“But you stink like a human.”

“You are using nasal supresants. You don’t know what I smell like.”

Leonard leaned forward and took a wiff. “No, she’s right. Just like a human.”

You smiled at the doctor. “This is going to be a fun little trip.”

Joanna grinned. Spock’s jaw tightened.

#bones imagines #bones x reader #bones imagine #leonard mccoy imagine #leonard mccoy x reader #leonard mccoy imagines #star trek imagines #star trek imagine #spock imagine #spock imagines

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finntheehumaneater · 4 months

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Okay so I’ve got a prompt for you 👀 it doesn’t use any of the quotes you’ve so kindly given us, so I hope this is okay! But I’d LOVE to see the Party finding out Steve and Eddie are together. Maybe they weren’t quite ready to share yet and the kids were being nosy. Maybe they were ready to share, but wanted to keep it to themselves for a little bit longer. Whatever you want!! ❤️

hallo!! Sorry this took so long :(

also my hand literally went numb while writing this. Like it’s cold and numb. I don’t know what happened. But enjoy!!!

this is continuation of this post

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(And if you’re reading this you legally have to send me an ask with a prompt. Because I love doing them. Thanks. Have fun with this, y’all—and you, Star, obviously, because I wrote this for you :D)

CW: some implied sexual content, some homophobic slurs used in a positive way

Eddie fell back into bed, his face pressed into the pillow. All of his…everything hurt, and he just wanted to sleep. He heard Steve laugh, and an arm slid around his back, resting at his side. “Tired?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, turning over to face Steve, who was smiling down at him, his hair hanging limp over his forehead instead of its usual curl. Steve sighed quietly, reaching over to move some hair out of Eddie’s face. Fuck, they were both a mess. They hadn’t even really done anything, yet, since they were so rudely interrupted by Eddie’s neighbor—who was apparently also the kid Steve watched sometimes. She was a good kid, but she was fucking stubborn. And intimidating.

“I am never going near her again,” Eddie muttered, catching Steve’s hand in kissing it, just because he knew Steve would do that quiet little laugh that he liked so much. And Steve did, looking down at Eddie with an eyebrow raised.

“What, are you scared of Max?”

“Possibly,” Eddie mused, tugging Steve down for a kiss, arms wrapped around his shoulders. Steve laughed again, his hands sliding into Eddie’s hair before he pulled away and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Do you think we should tell the other kids?”

“Honey, I think they already know.”

“Really?,” Steve whispered, moving down on the bed slightly so that he could lay his head on Eddie’s chest more comfortably, their legs tangled together in the comforter. He was only in his boxers, and Eddie was feeling too fucking warm in his clothes right now.

“You were practically trying to crawl inside of me the last time we were all together, Stevie,” Eddie pointed out, and he felt kind of bad for making Steve move so that he could sit up and take his shirt off, but Steve just sighed and laid down on the bed. His pout was obviously fake. But it was adorable.

“What are you doing?”

“S’too hot in here.”

Steve huffed, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s waist, his cheek pressed to Eddie’s thigh. “Need help with that?”

“What, taking my clothes off?”

“Mhm.”

That startled a soft laugh out of Eddie, and he looked down, running his fingers through Steve’s hair. “Sure.”

Honestly, Steve thought this was a fucking horrible idea. His hands were gripping at the steering wheel of Eddie’s van, his jaw clenched in a way that really hurt, but he didn’t care. He felt Eddie reach over to place a hand on his thigh, and Steve tried to give a smile, but it came out kind of weak and wobbly. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Eddie said softly, squeezing Steve’s leg. “We don’t have to tell them.”

Steve shrugged, trying his damned hardest to keep his voice steady and not let it break. “I mean—I feel like we owe it to them, right? For hiding it for so long?”

Eddie gave him a sad look, sighing and Steve tried not to move too much when he gently dragged his fingers up and down Steve’s thigh, brushing over the fabric of his jeans. “We don’t owe them anything. Especially not this.”

“I’m just tired of pretending that I hate you all the time…”

“Same,” Eddie whispered, sighing. “Just…they won’t care. You know? Dustin might be annoyed, but not because we’re…”

“Fags? Queers?” Steve offered, his hands relaxing slightly as he looked over at Eddie, who just smiled slightly and nodded, squeezing his thigh.

“Yeah.”

Mike’s house wasn’t all that far away, but to Steve it felt like forever. And Eddie didn’t seem all that bothered by telling the kids, which Steve didn’t get. What if the kids hated them? What if they never wanted to talk to him? Steve couldn’t deal with that, he needed those kids to keep him sane. Which was honestly a paradox or something, because they drove him up the fucking walls.

Once he parked the car on the side of the street next to Mike’s driveway, Eddie practically fell out of the car, looking over at Steve pointedly, waving his hand slightly.

Steve scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You alright?”

Eddie glared at him, but Steve knew he wasn’t actually mad. “No, I am not. Thanks for asking.”

Steve breathed out a laugh, turning off the car and getting out. “Close the door all the way this time, Eds.”

“I left it open once—“

“Just do it, Jesus.”

Eddie huffed and made a point out of closing the door harder than necessary, and Steve rolled his eyes again, shoving Eddie’s shoulder gently as he walked past. “Why do I even put up with you?”

“Because you love me,” Eddie stated, like it was fact. And maybe it was. Still, Steve froze up a bit, his cheeks pink.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

Steve stared down at his shoes as Eddie knocked on the door. They were kind of faded and old, the color and soles worn away at the edges. His parents would have yelled at him if they had seen them.

His head snapped up when the door flung open and Dustin tugged him and Eddie inside, looking panicked. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Hm?” Steve pulled his hand free of Dustin’s grip gently and smoothed it out.

“Eddie said it was a code red! On the walkie!”

“Oh, did he?” Steve muttered, sending a pointed glare in Eddie’s direction, who just smiled and shrugged with a quiet, ‘just wanted to make sure all the kids would get here’.

Steve sighed and he almost went to grab Eddie’s hand, but he didn’t—dropping it back to his side. Eddie looked down and then back at Dustin, reaching over to take Steve’s hand in his with a smile that was almost too-big for the situation. “Where are the children, Dusty-bun?”

“Don’t fucking call me that—“

“Language,” Steve interrupted.

“—and they’re in the basement. You knew that. That’s where we meet up when we’re at Mike’s. Why did you ask.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, and squeezed Steve’s hand a bit tighter when Steve saw Dustin looking down at it, his eyebrows raised. “Jeez, kid, watch your tone. Go alert the other kids of our arrival, my good sir, Stevie and I will be there in a minute.”

Dustin looked glad to be away from them as he ran back down the basement stairs, closing the door behind him. Steve sucked in a breath and Eddie turned to him, his expression softening. “You okay?”

“Mhm,” Steve hummed, squeezing Eddie’s hand.

“See how I asked? Checked in?” Eddie muttered, giving Steve another pointed look, and Steve giggled—like, actually giggled, which felt weird.

“I knew you were fine, though, I didn’t need to ask.”

“Hmmm, whatever,” Eddie huffed, squeezing Steve’s hand and kissing him quickly, but it was a kind of awkward one because they were both smiling. “C’mon, let’s not keep those shitheads waiting.”

“Mhm. If any of them have made bets on this, I’m killing them.”

The kids were all gathered on the couch, draped over each other and shoving elbows and knees away from them, Mike practically pushing Lucas off of the couch in an attempt to get him to move his leg. Eddie sighed and ran a hand down his face. “Can you guys shut the fuck up for one second?”

The kids fell silent and all looked over at him, Dustin frowning at his choice of language. Eddie grabbed Steve’s hand and tugged him closer. Steve felt his cheeks fucking burn. “We have an announcement—“

“You’re together?” Max dead-panned, looking the two of them over with an unimpressed expression. “Is that it?”

Steve nodded, but Eddie sighed and glared at her, “I was going to fucking say it.”

“But you didn’t,” she retorted, narrowing his eyes at him even more, and Eddie straightened up a bit, looking away. Steve bit back a laugh, squeezing his hand slightly.

“Steve’s gay?” Mike blurts out, and Lucas elbows him.

“So?”

“So nothing,” Mike amends quickly. “I just didn’t know, Lucas.” He elbows Lucas back, and Lucas kicks at his ankle.

Dustin drops his head into his hands, shaking it slightly. “Out of all the people on the world, you picked Eddie?”

Steve actually laughs this time, glancing over at Eddie, who just glares at Dustin. “What’s that supposed to mean, shithead?”

“You’re annoying,” Dustin says simply, looking up. “I love you, but you’re annoying.”

“Hm,” Steve says quietly, smiling slightly. And Eddie smiles back. “I feel the same way.”

Eddie grins at that, opening his mouth to say something, before Lucas cuts him off. “Mike, you owe me five dollars.”

Eddie tugged Steve back slightly, like he actually thought Steve was going to strangle Lucas, holding onto his hand a bit tighter, and Steve smiled to himself as he looked down. At least they didn’t all hate him. He knew he was being irrational earlier—they were his kids, they loved him no matter what, and he loved them no matter what, too—but he couldn’t help it.

Still, he probably would have strangled Lucas if the rest of the party hadn’t been there.

#I hope this was okay #Like I forgot my original idea for it since I started this two days ago :(#So I was just kind of writing #ALSO SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING/GRAMMAR ERRORS #I did not read this over #Finn writes #my writing #Steve harrington #eddie munson #Steddie #lucas Sinclair #max mayfield #dustin henderson #Mike wheeler

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vampcubus · 2 years

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KISS HCS | simon, daniel, & nines

a/n: bonus round!! no one asked for em but I’m a whore for PL600s and warming up to RK900 so i figured why not. these really got away from me, apparently i can’t write headcanons without exposition 🧍‍♀️

Simon (PL600)

— What sets domestic androids apart from a lot of the others is their remarkable ability to blend into human families, they have expanded knowledge of affectionate gestures and often double as “significant other” models. So Simon knows why humans kiss and comes to the conclusion very soon that it’s something he wants to experience with you.

When you kiss Simon for the first time he thinks he’s gone blind and dumb, swears his thirium pump stops for a moment as your lips gingerly brush over his. You see his eyes go half-lidded and soften in a moment. Your hands grip the collar of his shirt like the scruff of a cat. You’re supposed to be angry with him, you remind yourself. He almost died on top of that tower, you were worried sick for hours, and now he’s back admitting he volunteered to be left behind.

Markus and the others got their earful earlier, it’s his turn to have his ear tugged on.

But you can’t find it in yourself to be cross with him because you’re just so happy he’s back, and the icing on the cake is the way he sighs “I love you, i’d never leave you.” against your lips. and suddenly you’re throwing yourself at him, tears streaming down your face as you cup his face and kiss the android with all you have.

— He didn’t know kissing felt like that.

— Simon loves soft and sweet kisses, they are his kryptonite and if you ever want anything from him that’s how you get it. No matter how firm he starts off, he always melts into compliance with every saccharine kiss you tease at the corners of his lips, tilting your head away when he chases your lips, insisting he yields. He always does.

— The type to kiss oh so gently over your closed eyelids just to see you grin with your eyes shut.

— Simon likes kisses to be a part of your routine, like a kiss goodbye before both or one of you is off to work, and a kiss hello when you get home. MANDATORY BEDTIME KISSES, they’re non-negotiable. Simon doesn’t need to sleep but he wants to sleep next to you at night. It always takes an eternity for the two of you to finally settle down and sleep because you’re too busy smoochin’ and whispering sweet nothings to one another.

— While the majority of the kisses Simon initiates are intended to be chaste and innocent, you have a way of drawing him back in and making him want more so easily. Will literally lay on the couch for hours with you just lovingly(?) making out with you, trying to fit as much of his tongue in your mouth as he can as you teasingly swirl your own around his, your fingers tangled in the synthetic blonde strands of his hair.

— Moans into kisses like a whore fight me.

Daniel (PL600)

— Like Simon, he knows about kissing and I mean his previous owners were a married couple that wasn’t necessarily embarrassed being affectionate in front of their android. He just never expects to get the opportunity to try it. Daniel is grateful you even let him stay, let alone pursue a romantic relationship with you– which was very hard, by the way, getting someone who literally just had their trust shattered into pieces to trust you.

— Despite Daniel’s trauma initially prompting him to distance himself from you, being a part of a family is something he craves so deeply.

— When you kiss Daniel for the first time, it’s hesitant and you aren’t sure if it’s the right move.

He’s having an episode, pacing around the kitchen mumbling about Emma, how it wasn’t fair. How he didn’t mean to do it. When you finally corral him against the counter, hands on either side of his face in a way you can only hope is comforting. The touch draws those silvery blue eyes to yours and suddenly the guarded, bitter Daniel you’d known up until that point melted away and you knew you were seeing a glimpse of who he used to be. He’s vulnerable now and you know you need to be careful.

“I never meant to hurt them.”

“I know, Daniel. It’s in the past, you aren’t just their machine anymore. You’re safe here.” you soothe, but the PL600 is unconvinced.

“The police are rounding us up and sending us to camps, if you’re caught with me- “ he starts, and you realize he’s worried about what might happen to you for hiding him.

“I won’t let them take you, you deserve to be free. If that means we have to pack up and sneak you across the border, then that’s what we’ll do.” You asserted, your thumbs brushing away his synthetic tears as his hands come up to hold yours over his face. “I won’t lose you.”

You know you’ve finally broken through that icy barrier he’s kept between you when he leans down to rest his forehead against yours. His LED is blinking yellow, but before you can ask why his lips are on yours. The kiss is gentle and riddled with hesitation, but you only sigh and wrap your arms around his neck in encouragement.

— He’s yours now, be gentle with him.

— Hug him from behind while he cooks, pepper butterfly kisses from his shoulder up his neck to that spot behind his ear that makes his whole body shudder. You discovered gentle touches around his biocomponents could be immensely pleasurable and most definitely took advantage. His audio processor is right there, so he can’t help but sigh when you kiss there.

— Daniel’s kisses are usually soft, slow, and loving, the type where you can’t help but stop what you’re doing and lose yourself in the moment.

— Daniel’s kisses are radically different when made jealous; however, they’re desperate and possessive. You often have to tap at his shoulder to remind him to let you breathe 😅 there’s no better way to reassure him than to match his energy. Kiss him until he forgets what he was even worried about, till all he can think about is your lips against his.

— Kissing’s a part of his routine. A kiss hello and goodbye before and after work, a kiss good morning and goodnight. It’s muscle memory at this point.

Nines (RK900)

— Kissing is pretty foreign to Nines, he was designed specifically to be cold, calculating, and efficient at hunting down deviants- and now he is deviant and very lost on how to cope with the change. Cyberlife did their damndest to prevent him from achieving deviancy, so naturally, he takes longer to grasp emotions and how to handle them.

— That’s not to say he doesn’t have urges to kiss you, because he absolutely does. He just doesn’t know what to do about those urges.

— If you only saw how fascinated he was when checking the footage from the last stand outside the recall center during the revolution. His LED flickering between blue and yellow as he watches Markus and North kiss in front of hundreds of soldiers, shocking the media and stopping the assault altogether.

— He knew straight away you were who he wanted to experience it with, but Nines was quite notoriously terrible at expressing himself without coming off as a huge prick. You butted heads for sure in the beginning, which made the android's feelings for you even more frustrating to deal with. He wanted to bond with you but every time he opened his mouth he just made you angry.

— You don’t see this of course, but you know how androids can construct routes of action? He absolutely reconstructs kissing scenes but never executes them.

— You’re often saddled in cases together so obviously all that tension has to burst sooner or later.

It happens when you’ve finally had enough of him and burst into Fowler’s office demanding to be put in a car with anyone else—you’d even have taken Gavin at that point. Nines only catches the last bits of the spat but puts things together pretty quickly. Before you can storm off he corners you in a hallway of the station.

“You don’t want to be partners anymore?” it’s accusatory, and you hate that it makes you feel guilty.

“Partners? All we do is butt heads and disagree over cases, Nines. I’m done trying to understand you.” You seethe, but you’re taken aback by how unhinged the usually stoic and polished android detective looks. His LED is spinning between yellow and red with every word and he’s deliberately blocking the exit. “You should be grateful, you’ll get a more compliant partner.”

“I don’t want a more compliant partner, I want you.” He's wearing an expression you recognize as desperation.

“That doesn’t make any fucking sense, you’ve never wanted anything other than to be a huge pain in my a- “ but you’re cut off by his cold lips against yours and that certainly shuts you up.

You had resigned yourself to believing you’d probably never know why he hated you so much. That maybe Nines just didn’t want to build connections with anyone, that deviancy just wasn’t his thing, but this new… information was providing evidence to the contrary.

— Nines is a pretty awkward kisser in the beginning, and it takes practice and some pointers for him to improve. Once you get past the stiffness, and teach him where to put his hands and how to move his lips against yours he quickly becomes obsessed with kissing. The RK models are one of the few with the ability to taste things, and once you’ve introduced Nines to kissing with tongue it’s all he really wants to do.

— Will literally make out with you for hours if that’s your desire. There’s nowhere he feels more content than up against a wall somewhere with your tongue down his throat.

— Most arguments turn into angry kissing nowadays. Say sorry later kiss me now, that type deal.

— And once Nines finally thaws out? Everything about him—including the way he kisses you softens. He takes his time kissing you, gives you that longing look when you pull away first (because otherwise he’d keep you there all day) he can never really get enough of you.

— If you’re ever interrupted right before your lips meet he’s so pouty, sending death glares at the distraction until he gets his kiss 😤

#dbh x reader #simon pl600 x reader #dbh simon x reader #daniel pl600 x reader #dbh daniel x reader #nines rk900 x reader #dbh nines x reader #rk900 x reader #nines x reader #detroit become my husband #detroit become human x reader #daniel detroit become human x reader

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yanderedreaming · 2 years

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Baby don’t cry

Pairings: Fem!reader and Chrollo Lucilfer

Warnings: Stalking, implied manipulation, murder, smut.

Summary: y/n’s been having the worst luck with men. No man seems to stick around other than her friend Chrollo Lucilfer who’s always been there for her.

Word Count: 3k

MDNI

Chrollo Lucilfer was the one constant man in your life. He was the perfect example of how a man should be; kind, gentle, caring and chivalrous. The one man who would come to you whenever you were feeling low, prioritising you over all else. Each time a new guy you liked ghosted you and you never heard from them again, you’d go right back into Chrollo’s warm embrace, and he would reassure you telling you they weren’t worth it, that you should give up and focus on yourself instead. The right one would just walk into your life and you wouldn’t even realise it until it happens.

Every time it happened you’d question yourself, what was it about you that drove men away? Why does it always happen? The questioned plagued your thoughts and you were slowly giving up on love, remembering what Chrollo had told you. Your dependence on Chrollo also grew, you felt safe with him. The feeling of being watched all the time would subside when you were with him, the feeling of not being enough subsided when you were with him which is why when he told you he would be gone for 3 months for a business trip your heart broke, you felt anxious.

The time when Chrollo wasn’t there was sad at best, you dove into work and would go for drinks with a co-worker occasionally. Never once entertaining a person of the opposite gender knowing how it would end anyway. You had given up hope, maybe you were destined to be an old cat lady?

Just as Chrollo had said that you would find someone and not even know until it happens. You found Andrew, a new co worker, he was by all means perfect, you had allowed him into your life because he was your co-worker and never expected things to end up the way that they did but they did. You were finally in a stable relationship, you couldn’t wait to tell Chrollo!

You waited for your friend to return from his business trip, he wasn’t much of a texter so you didn’t bother. It wasn’t until he returned that you introduced him to Andrew, the two hit it off quite well and you couldn’t be happier. Chrollo was happy for you, and told you you deserved to be with someone who made you happy.

On your 6 month anniversary with Andrew he broke up with you. Your heart shattered. The Andrew you knew was just a façade, apparently he got with you to make his ex jealous and it worked, she wanted him back and you were dumped in the process. He left you standing there, your body paralysed. You didn’t know how long it had been since Andrew walked away, you just wallowed in self pity your feet moving on their own to go back to find that warm embrace that always made you feel better, hence, how you ended up in Chrollo’s penthouse.

As soon as he opened the door you crashed into his arms and broke out in a sob, holding him tight just to feel the warmth once again. “Y/n, please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see tears in your beautiful eyes.” Chrollo spoke, his hand caressing your hair while the other pulled you close into a tight hug. “Chrollo I- I can’t. Why di-did it happen? Am I not g-good enough?” You spoke in between sobs your hands grabbing the collar of his shirt for support as you lifted your face from his chest to look into his eyes. It was as if he knew this was bound to happen, it was quite the common occurrence at this point. “Y/n, I know its hard. That b*stard never deserved you. You’re beautiful, smart, funny, and everything a man could ask for. If I was your boyfriend, I’d never make you cry. Heck, I’d rush to marry you.” He continued, “Don’t shed your tears for someone who’s undeserving of them. I’ll always be here for you, whenever you need me.”

Each word that Chrollo spoke was laced with authenticity and care. You could tell, his voice was always soft when he spoke to you, his arms always open for you. As attractive as he was, he never once gave into any flirting attempts made by any one of the women that flocked around him, his eyes were always on you. Were you missing something? Was it because of you? The sudden realisation hit you and you couldn’t help but wonder and to test the waters you inched forward. It was now or never.

You inched forward, slightly closing your eyes setting them on his plump lips waiting for him to close the gap which he hesitantly did so. The moment his lips touched yours you felt a wave of relief flush over you, the feeling was amazing, the chemistry was already there.

He started to move his lips softly and you moved yours in unison parting them slightly to allow his tongue to enter in your mouth, the kiss deepened and your lips move on their own trying to savour each second of this passionate kiss, your tongue exploring his mouth and your hands running through his black locks. Both of his hands made their way to your back and he pulled you in closer, your bodies pressed up against one another. He broke off the kiss and started kissing your neck, sucking each spot lightly leaving a trail of hickeys along the way, you were quick to get rid of his shirt wanting to jump right in, the heat of the moment clouding your judgement.

Chrollo unzipped your black dress and turned you around wrapping his arms around your waist, your back pressed against his chest as he slid the strap of your little black dress and placed soft kisses on your shoulder your hand grabbed the back of his neck to push it in as a form of encouragement. His erection poked your back, your back arching slighting to let the dress fall down, as soon as it did, he was quick to close the gap and deepen the tight embrace.

You turned back around and pulled him into another deep kiss, his hands made their way to your ass as he whispered “jump” in your ear, you then wrapped your legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss in the process as he walked towards the direction of his bed room lightly throwing you down on the bed and immediately getting on top of you. He began to retrace the hickeys he had left on your neck, going further down this time to your cleavage, he licked his lips as he pressed your breasts together kissing them.

You moaned his name and rubbed the back of his head pushing it deeper into your cleavage wanting more. Chrollo stopped for a second and got back up, running his hands through his hair he turned away from you, you hoisted yourself up on your elbows and asked, “What’s wrong?” concern lacing your voice, wondering if he wasn’t interested anymore.

“y/n, I can’t do this. You’re too fragile, I feel as if I’m taking advantage of your emotional state.” he said and he turned to look at you, his eyes scanning your body as he bit his lips, “Fuck, you’re so perfect. I’ve wanted to be with you since the day I met you. I’ve been hopelessly in love with you, but I don’t want you to think of me as an a** for trying to fuck you when you’re down” He said rubbing his palms on his face.

“You’re not taking advantage of anything Chrollo. I want you. I need you.” you said, he looked at you, his grey eyes locked with your own, he took a step towards you before he stopped and asked, “I need you to say it. Explicitly say it.” you got up from your position and placed his hand on your chest and spoke in response, “Chrollo Lucilfer. I want you to fuck me.”

As if impulse was the driving factor, his hand squeezed your breast lightly, every fibre of his being was telling him to rip your bra off and to start sucking your breasts. His eyes darting from your face to your chest and as if he was mentally scolding himself his hand started to slowly withdraw. “I’m in love with you y/n. I really am. Heck, i’m madly in love with you. I can’t see anyone but you and-“ he paused to take a deep breath, “I don’t want you to give into carnal desire and just do it for the sake of it. I can’t risk losing you” his voice trailed off while he spoke the last part.

Y/n’s lips parted ever so slightly and she said, “Chrollo. I never tried anything because I valued you so much. I’ve always been attracted to you but was scared of losing you too. This isn’t carnal desire, this is me being brave enough to take a step.” Your voice was low, but loud enough for him to hear. His face lit up hearing those words and he rushed forward to kiss you once again, hearing you express your feelings was all he wanted.

He pushed you on the bed and ripped your bra off, pausing for a second to take in the view before lowering himself to start placing kisses all around your right breast while massaging the left. He kissed and sucked every inch of your breast before stopping right near the nipple, slowly licking around it before lightly brushing his lips on your nipple as his mouth hovered over it.

He parted his mouth to take it in, swirling his tongue around it while gently sucking, slowly he took more of your breast in his mouth and continued that motion earning a moan from you in response. Your breasts were a big erogenous zone for you, the way he was sucking them was getting you wetter by the second. Chrollo’s eyes looked up to see your face, your eyes were lidded and your lips parted, small moans leaving them. Knowing how your breasts were the key to your arousal, he turned to face the next one, mimicking the actions he did on the other one. He released your left nipple, a popping sound emitting as a result and grabbed both of your breasts squeezing them together before gently kissing the centre and moving down to kiss your stomach.

He left light kisses there knowing you were rather ticklish and didn’t want to risk ruining the mood. His hands grabbed your clothed core and began rubbing the fabric right where it was. He lowered your panties and grabbed either one of your legs placing them on his shoulder before his hands made their way to your hips to hold you in place, his tongue then started by giving you a big lick on your core, swirling around your clit before taking it in his mouth sucking it lightly, his tongue working in circular motions to stimulate it. He brought one of his hands down to insert two fingers in your core while the other made its way to grab your breast, massaging it lightly. You placed one hand on his head, lightly grabbing a fistful of hair while the other rested on the hand that was on your breast encouraging him to continue massaging them.

His fingers pumped inside you slowly before exploring your core trying to find that one spot that would be enough to drive you over the edge, once he found it he curled them up and started working his magic, the orgasmic feeling intensified with each pump, his mouth sucking your clit just right and the hand on your breast had started to tighten its grip when he felt your back arch knowing you were close. He worked his magic on all fronts until your grip on his hair tightened and you said, “Don’t stop” the wave of pleasure took over you and you let out a loud moan as you came.

Taking a breath of two you started to get up, grabbing Chrollo by his pants and taking them off along with his boxers. His throbbing cock was out now and your eyes widened, you never imagined he would be this big, well endowed was an under statement, swallowing whatever spit you had in your mouth, your hand made their way to grab his dick, but before you could do that he grabbed you by the wrists and pinned you back on the bed.

“No, I can’t wait any longer” he said, positioning himself on top of you, your genitals aligning. He rubbed his cock on your entrance, to coat it with your cum sliding it up to your clit rubbing it slightly before bringing it back down right in front of your entrance.

“Are you ready, love?” He asked with his tender voice. You nodded and he lowered his face to place a soft kiss on your lips right as he entered you. A wave of pleasure came over you and you let out a small moan, Chrollo grunted when his cock was fully inside, he was careful to slide it in slowly, a few small thrusts to get you used to the size.

“You can pick up the pace now.” You said, finally used to his size and he started thrusting in you a little faster each time. You moaned each time you felt his tip kiss your cervix, knowing you liked it fast, he picked up the pace till he was thrusting in you like there was no tomorrow, you were a moaning mess by this point.

“Fuck, Chrollo, God, Omg” was all you could say, with your hands firmly on his back, your nails were digging in the skin of his back but neither one of you could care less. You were just enjoying the feeling, the sensation of Chrollo deep inside you.

Chrollo stopped just as he was close, taking his cock out he picked you up and placed you on the table, your legs fell on either side of his and he entered you once again. This time thrusting deep as soon as he entered, the flat surface table stopped your movement allowing him to hit you deeper and harder. If you were a moaning mess before, you don’t even know what you were now.

He placed his hands on your waist and held you firmly in place fucking you even harder than before if that was even possible, leaving you babbling incoherently. Chrollo’s hands moved from your waist to your back as he pulled you forward, you moved your legs to grab his waist, your ass still positioned on the table, he arched your back and placed one hand on your back to arch it while the other made its way to the back of your neck pulling it down. He took one of your breasts in his mouth and sucked on it while still thrusting inside you.

The feeling of his thick cock filling you along with the sensation you felt while he sucked your breast pushed you over the edge once again, your walls tightened and you came once again. Shortly after Chrollo’s cock began twitching and you knew he was about to come too. A few more thrusts and he came inside of you. His hot seed filled you up completely and he grunted loudly as he did. He thrusted deep once more before pulling his cock out a second later.

Chrollo picked you up and placed you on the bed, handing you a wet wipe to clean up, as he did the same. After which he got into bed right next to you and pulled you in a tight embrace. He kissed your forehead and said, “I love you y/n. I want to be with you. So, what do you say? Will you be mine?” His grey eyes were fixated on yours, you stared at him deeply and gave him a soft kiss on the lips before replying, “yes” Chrollo smiled and started to kiss you all over your face, he was ecstatic to say the least.

He knew just how drained you were which was confirmed when you fell asleep in his arms slowly after. Chrollo smiled to himself, feeling as is he had the biggest victory of his life, the treasure he wanted the most was finally his and nothing could take it away from him.

He was upset that it couldn’t happen sooner, and that you gave yourself to that scum, Andrew, but it didn’t matter, heck, it was actually something that helped him, all those times he watched the two of you make love allowed him to pick up on a lot of things, he knew what you liked in bed. He knew what you wanted in a relationship and was able to give you just that, anything to keep his love happy. Shalnark’s ability came in handy when it was time to finally get you to run to him once again. This time he was certain he wouldn’t let you go, the jealousy he felt when you were with Andrew made him promise himself he would never let you into another man’s embrace ever again.

His phone screen lit up, and he grabbed it, the message from Shalnark read, we’ve disposed of him. A smile adorned his face as he turned to look at your sleeping frame. Getting rid of all those men was certainly worth it, the love of his life was now sleeping soundly in his arms.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #chrollo lucilfer #yandere chrollo #chrollo #yandere chrollo lucilfer #chrollo smut #chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo x reader

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bullet-prooflove · 7 months

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Can I request a Bobby Goren fic with the prompt “When I watch the world burn All I think about is you”? I love your work

The stench of smoke clings to Bobby’s skin when he lets himself into the apartment the two of you share. He’s returning from a crime scene, one that was still ablaze when he’d gotten to it. It’s been a long night, and there’s a weariness in his bones because he has questions, questions he has to ask but he isn’t sure he wants the answer to.

You’re in the shower when he steps into the bedroom, he can hear the water running. He hopes that isn’t significant, that you aren’t washing away any evidence. He sits down on his side of the bed, his gaze coming to rest on the hamper. He doesn’t want to check, but he has to for his own piece of mind. He picks up your discarded top and presses it to his nose.

Eucalyptus, honeysuckle, the scents he associates with you but there’s something else damp, he thinks. There’s no lingering signs of accelerant or smoke. Bobby thinks if you did set the fire you would have been smart enough to get rid of your clothes before he got home.

The door to the bathroom opens and you step out dressed in one of his t-shirts, your tousled hair falling across your shoulders.

“Where were you tonight?” Bobby asks you, his gaze on the top he’s holding in his hands.

“I went back to the office for a couple of hours,” You tell him, tossing your towel into the hamper. “This case is driving me a little crazy.”

“Crazy enough to dig through the basement files, it was a mess.” You tell him with a sigh. “Apparently a pipe burst a couple of years ago, no one’s been through them to check what was damaged and what wasn’t.”

Your gaze comes to linger on the shirt in his hands, you watch as he returns it to the laundry basket.

“Can someone vouch for you?” He asks you. “Did anyone see you?”

“Probably.” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “I had to swipe my card, sign in… Why are you asking me?”

He looks at you, those brilliant dark eyes of his meeting yours for the first time tonight.

“Someone set fire to Cal Hedgewick’s gallery tonight… They put a bullet in him and left him to die in the flames.”

“The paintings?” You question. “The ones in the backroom?”

The ones that belonged to Jewish families, that had been ‘liberated’ during the Holocaust. The ones that Hedgewick had collected as part of his history, his families’ history as Nazi officers. The ones you had meticulously tracked down in your role as an investigator for Art Recovery International. You’d had to retire from the NYPD earlier in the year due to your run in with Nicole Wallace and the nerve toxin that had left you with permanent physical damage.

“Gone.” He says, shaking his head. “Removed before the fire.”

“Did you think…” You leave the words hanging because you’re not sure you want to know.

He shakes his head.

“Not in here.” He says tapping the space where his heart resides. “But I’d be remiss if I didn’t consider you a suspect after the run in you had with him.”

“You got any leads?” You say sitting down on the bed alongside of him. Your shoulders bump and he sighs as you reach out and take his hand. He squeezes it tightly before he says.

“We’re gonna need you to come down to the precinct, there are questions…”

“Yea,” You say quietly, pulling away from him “I guess I have a lot to answer for.”

#bobby goren #bobby goren x reader #bobby goren x you #robert goren #robert goren x reader #robert goren x you #law and order criminal intent

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sarahisgay01 · 2 years

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Submission: Can i get like bratty!reader and Robin getting a pegging punishment from dom!nancy bc they were both being cheeky and rude to Nancy while they were out with their friends . PLS-

U CAN INCLUDE THESE KINKS: degrading,choking,overstimulation,and dumbification .

Tyyyyy 💫. 🤭

Of course!! I will say, I’ve never written a pegging fic soooo, if it’s really bad, super super sorry!! (Also, so sorry this took so long!! I probably should have made this into two parts, but too late now.)

Hope you enjoy!!😊💖

Minors DNI (18+ Only!!!!!)

No Patience Leads to Punishments

Dom!Nancy x Sub!Robin x Sub!Fem!Reader

Notes: The three of them are in an established relationship, all the kinks listed in the submission were used, and both Reader and Robin have praise kinks

The five of you decided to go to the mall today. Apparently, everybody wanted something, so everyone decided to go together. It was you, your two girlfriends, Robin and Nancy, and your two best friends, Steve and Eddie. You were at the mall to look at some jewelry and maybe buy a new dress. Robin and Eddie wanted to look for band tees and maybe some more rings. Steve was there to see if he wanted a couple new sweaters and maybe a new pair of jeans. Nancy planned on buying some new makeup and maybe a new bottle of perfume. Everyone stayed with each other, making the trip at the mall longer than it should have been. The first store the five of you went into was for Robin and Eddie, they sold band tees and rings. Everyone was in there for at least 20 minutes, while Robin and Eddie looked at shirts, then tried on almost every ring that could fit any of their fingers. Robin bought a ring and Eddie bought a band tee that Steve picked out. The next store was for Steve’s sweaters and jeans. He tried on multiple sweaters, but complained about each one. Then, he did the same with the jeans. It had now been an hour since the five of you arrived at the mall and you were starting to get tired. You noticed that Robin was getting a little tired too and very fidgety. As the five of you were walking to the next store, you watched Robin wrap her arm around Nancy’s waist, then quickly drop her hand and grab her ass. She giggled and Nancy looked mad, then quietly said, “None of that Robbie.” Robin pouted and whispered, so only the two of you could hear her, “But Nanceeee, I’m bored and I wanna touch you, pleaseeeee.” Nancy watched as you bit your lip and she whispered, “(Y/N), don’t get any ideas. Be a good girl for me, angel.” Then she turned to Robin and whispered, “You will be patient. I’d hate to have to punish you.” She turned to face you again and continued saying, “Either one of you.” Robin crossed her arms and pouted, then walked up to talk to Steve and Eddie. You, stayed with Nancy and the next store the five of you went into, was for you. You were quick, mainly because you were tired, but also because the store didn’t have any dresses or jewelry you liked. There were only two more stores left to go to, both for Nancy.

You and Robin were tired, too much walking and too many stores. Robin started to complain first, then you followed after her. Loud enough that the four of you could hear, Robin said, “Nance, can we please please please come back another day and go back to (Y/N)’s house?” Nancy said, “We can go to her house after I’m done shopping, baby. I’ll be quick, I promise.” Robin looked into Nancy’s eyes, trying to win her over with her puppy dog eyes. Then, she got closed to Nancy and whispered, “Please, Nance. I need you. Please.” Robin’s hand found Nancy’s ass and squeezed it again. In a stern tone, Nancy whispered, “No and we’re going back to my house, after we’re done shopping.” Then, Nancy looks at Robin and says, “And you’re getting punished. Do you understand?” Robin’s eyes got wide and she nodded her head rapidly. When everyone got to the makeup store, you whined and said, “Nance, do I have to go in? There’s a bench right outside. Can I just sit there?” Nancy replied, “What if I want your opinion on something, sweetheart?” and she batted her eyelashes at you, knowing that would convince you. You pouted and sighed as Nancy smiled, then grabbed your wrist, dragging you into the store. She whispered in your ear, “Robin’s already getting punished, I would hate to have to punish you too. Now stop acting like a brat.” You crossed your arms and pouted, but not a single word left your mouth. Nancy whispered, “There’s my good girl” and your cheeks turned bright red. Robin saw and giggled at you getting flustered. Meanwhile, Nancy didn’t take too long in the makeup store, but she didn’t buy anything, nor did she ask for your opinion on anything. When everyone walked out, you looked at her and in an annoyed tone, said, “Why did you make me go in if you didn’t need my opinion on anything?” Robin’s eyes widened as she looked at you, then at Nancy.

Steve and Eddie were in front of the three of you, but they both whipped around quickly. Eddie said, “We’ll uh- We’ll meet you three at the perfume store”, then they quickly walked away, not wanting be apart of whatever is happening with the three of you. Nancy said, “(Y/N), watch your tone.” Your next words were said without a filter and without thinking, you said, “Make me.” Robin spoke before Nancy did and said, “(Y/N), you just fucked yourself over.” Nancy glared at you and said, “Oh princess, you just made a big mistake. Now you get to join Robbie in being punished.” Your eyes widened, then you started to whine and beg Nancy, trying to be as quiet as possible, but you we’re progressively getting louder. You said, “Wait no! Nance no! Please don’t! I didn’t- I didn’t mean to say that! It slipped, Nance, I promise! I’m sorry! Please don’t punish me!” Tears started to roll down your face and Nancy didn’t want to make a scene, so she said, “Lets go to the bathroom”, which luckily for the three of you, was nearby. All three of you walked in and Robin locked the door behind her. Nancy dried off the sink counter, then said, “(Y/N), sit for me, princess”, in a soft tone. You nodded your head, still crying and jumped up to sit on the counter. Nancy gently wiped your tears with the pads of her thumbs, then looked into your eyes and softly said “I’m here angel, don’t cry. Please don’t cry.” You mumbled, “Please don’t- Please don’t punish me.” Still in a soft tone, Nancy replied, “(Y/N), you know I have to punish you, sweetheart. You know that you can’t speak to me like that in public.” You said, “Na- Nance, I’m sorry. I just- I need- I need you Nance, please.” In response, she said, “I know angel, but you have to wait.” Your attitude quickly returned and you said, “No! Don’t want to wait. Want you now.” Then you grabbed her hand that was cupping your cheek and put it under your skirt, in between your thighs. You were about to push her hand against your clothed pussy, but she pulled her hand back. She took her hand and gripped your neck, then in a stern tone, said, “Did I say you could do that?” You whimpered and choked out, “N- No, Na- Nance! I’m- I’m sorry!” She released her grip and in a stern tone, said, “Did I say you could do that?” You whimpered and choked out, “N- No, Na- Nance! I’m- I’m sorry!” She released her grip and in a stern tone, said, “What do neither one of you understand about wait. (Y/N), I was trying to be nice, but you blew that and because of what you just did, now your punishment is the same as Robin’s.” You whimpered, knowing Robin’s punishments were always harsher than yours. Tears filled your eyes again, none fell, but both your girlfriends saw them. This time, Nancy showed you no sympathy, Robin was the one who comforted you. She said, “Hey, it’s okay, sweet girl. It’ll be okay. I got you, it’s okay. Relax for me, princess.” You calmed down after a couple minutes and accepted that you’re going to get punished regardless of what you do. Nancy has been pacing in the bathroom for the past couple minutes, working off her frustration with you and Robin. Once she realized you calmed down, she sternly said, “Now, we are going to the perfume shop, you two better fucking behave or so help me god, neither one of you will cum for weeks. Do you both understand?” Both you and Robin whimpered, then in unison, said, “Yes Nance.” You and Robin walked behind Nancy with your heads down like sad puppies, all the way to the perfume store.

Steve and Eddie were waiting for the three of you by the store. They both laughed when they saw you and Robin behind Nancy. Eddie mocked the two of you, he fake pouted and said, “Aw, did you two get in trouble?”, then he giggled. Steve was giggling too and said, “Did Nance scold you both for being bad girls in the mall?” Both your faces turned a bit red and Eddie said, “Oh my god! She did, didn’t she! I knew Nancy was in charge in the bedroom, but god you two are so whipped!” Robin said, “We are not!”, then without thinking again, you said “And she’s not always in charge you know.” Robin looked at Nancy, grinned at her, then said, “(Y/N)’s right. Sometimes, Nance gets tired of being in charge. Sometimes she wants to-” Steve and Eddie, both stopped Robin before she could continue talking, not wanting to hear the details. Hesitantly, you looked at Nancy and she was giving you a death stare. You whimpered, then she looked at Robin and said, “You want to embarrass me, Robbie? One more thing out of you and I’ll embarrass you in front of this entire fucking mall. Try me.”Robin whimpered and mumbled, “Yes, Nance”, then looked down at the ground in embarrassment. Nancy grinned, satisfied with starting Robin’s punishment early, embarrassing her in front of the boys. They were now hysterically laughing, watching Nancy absolutely shutting the two of you up. Robin said, “Shut up! You both are dinguses!” and you nodded in agreement, your face red with embarrassment, same with Robin’s. Steve, still laughing, said, “What’d she say to make you both look like sad little puppies, earlier? Come on! Tell us!” Both, you and Robin’s eyes widened, then shot up to look at Nancy. She had a wide grin painted on her face and the boys started laughing more. Eddie said, “That bad, huh?” and Nancy spoke up, saying, “That bad”, before walking into the perfume store. It took Steve and Eddie a couple minutes before they could walk into the store without laughing. The five of you weren’t in the store that long, but while Nancy was shopping, Steve and Eddie kept teasing you and Robin. They both kept whispering whip noises into both of your ears and giggling to each other. Nancy bought a new perfume, then everyone left the store, and started heading outside to the cars. You and Robin looked at each other as the five of you walked out, both knowing what was going to happen next.

Everyone left the mall and went over to Nancy and Steve’s cars. You and Robin rode in Nancy’s car, while Eddie rode in Steve’s. The three of you said your goodbyes to the boys, then watched as they drove away. Robin grabbed the handle to the passenger side door and in a harsh tone, Nancy said, “No. You both wanted to act like brats and embarrass me, so you’ll both sit in the back.” A small whine escaped from Robin’s mouth, then she said, “Y- Yes Nance” and quickly got in the back seat with you. Nancy started the car and scolded the two of you almost all the way back to her house. She said, “I cannot believe the two of you. Acting like fucking brats in the mall, whining and complaining. Both of you touching me after I told you not to. Saying things without thinking them through. I tried being patient with the both of you, but neither one of you could be a good girl for me, could you? Now I have to punish you both.” Both you and Robin whimpered, then you said, “Na- Nance, I’m- I’m sorry.” She replied, “I’m sure you are, princess. You’re usually my good girl, but apparently I have to show you what happens when you’re a bratty little slut.” You whimpered again and Robin said, “Nance, I’m sorry. I-”, but she was cut off. Nancy said, “No. I don’t want to hear your excuse this time. You’ve done shit like this before, Robbie. I expect this behavior from you.” You watched as Robin’s eyes dropped and then she mumbled, “You- You do?” Nancy replied, “Mhmmm. I think you just like being punished, baby. I think you like when I’m rough with you and turn you into a dumb little whore.” Robin whined out, “Nanceeee, stop!” and Nancy teased her, saying, “You don’t have to admit it, Robbie, but I know.” She whined again and Nancy said, “Can both of you be good girls for me and be quiet for the rest of the drive?” Nancy looked at the two of you through her rearview mirror and watched you both nod your heads. She said, “Good girls” and continued driving. Around five minutes later, the three of you arrived at Nancy’s house. You and Robin observed the driveway, noticing there were no cars nor any bikes there. Nancy noticed both your confused faces and with a grin on her face, said, “Oh! Did I forget to mention that I have the house to myself this weekend? Yeah, my parents, Mike, and Holly went to visit my grandparents in Indianapolis for the whole weekend. I told my parents that I needed to work on articles for the paper, so they let me stay home.” Her grin grew wider and she said, “That means the two of you can be as loud as you want while I punish you. And trust me, you both are going to be loud.” You both whimpered, then you looked at Robin, wondering if she had any clue of what Nancy’s punishment was. Robin shrugged and Nancy said, “If you two are wondering what your punishment is, it’s a new one.” Nancy unlocked her front door and said, “Shoes off, then go upstairs.” Almost instantly, like a reflex, you said, “Yes Nance!” Robin responded a couple seconds after you and said the same thing. You quickly took off your shoes and made your way to her room. Robin joined you about a minute later, then both of you sat on her bed, looking nervous. Nancy came in soon after Robin and said, “Robbie, up.” She sprung up and Nancy said, “Hmmm, eager are we?” Robin whined and Nancy said, “I’m going to strip you bare, you know why Robbie? Cause you’re a needy whore and needy whores like you don’t deserve clothes.” Your eyes were fixated on the two of them, watching Nancy strip off Robin’s clothes. You gawked at her and you could feel your arousal pooling in your panties. Once she was completely naked, Nancy said, “Now sit on the bed and (Y/N), come here.” You immediately went over to her and looked into her eyes. Her beautiful blue eyes that remind you of the bright blue sky, were engulfed in black by her blown out pupils.

Nancy looked at you and said, “Bratty sluts don’t deserve to wear clothes either, princess. Now be a good girl and raise your arms, for me.” Immediately you raised them, then your shirt quickly made its way off your body. Your bra was unclasped next and when it fell to the floor, exposing your bare chest, Nancy said, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, princess. It’s truly a shame I have to punish you, you just couldn’t be a good girl for me, huh?” While you whimpered, she pulled down your skirt and underwear, all at once. Now you were completely naked and exposed in front of your two girlfriends. Nancy looked between you and Robin, then said, “Aw look at my little brats being obedient now. So cute. So good for me.” She grinned as she walked to her closet, while you and Robin both whined. Nancy grabbed a bag from the back corner of her closet and said, “I’m going to be right back. Can I trust you both to be good girls while I’m gone or do I have to tie your hands behind your backs?” You whimpered and said, “N- No, I’ll be- I’ll be good.” Nancy replied, “I know you will, angel. Robbie, are you going to be a good girl for me?” Robin said, “I’ll be- I’ll be good, Nan- Nance. I pr- promise.” Nancy grinned and said, “There are my good girls, I’ll be right back.” You and Robin nodded, then watched her leave and go to the bathroom. Robin stared at you, all of you, and said, “God, (Y/N) you’re so beautiful.” You blushed and said, “Thank you, Robs. You’re beautiful too, so fucking beautiful.” Your bottom lip found it’s way in between your teeth and Robin said, “I’d do anything just to touch you right now. Fuck, I want to so bad.” You said, “Robs, no. Remember what Nance said in the mall, she won’t let us cum for weeks. We both know neither one of us can go that long.” Robin replied, “Oh shit, you’re right. I forgot about that, yeah nevermind. Definitely nevermind. I’d like to know how she’s punishing us though. She said it was new and she’s never done it before. She’s punished me a lot, so I’m trying to think of something she hasn’t done, you know?” You replied, “Well we’re gonna find out soon. I’m really- I’m really nervous, Robs.” She softened her eyes and looked into yours that were full of worry, then replied, “Hey, it’s going to be okay, (Y/N). You know your safe word and you trust Nance, right?” You said, “Yeah, of course.” Robin said, “Exactly and Nance would stop immediately if you used it. She never wants to hurt you, princess. All Nance wants is to teach you how to behave, that’s all.” You nodded and Robin asked, “Do you feel better now, (Y/N)?” You answered back, “Yeah, Robs. Thank you, baby.” She smiled and said, “Anything for you, princess.” Seconds later, you heard the switch to the bathroom light flick and the door close, then footsteps coming closer to her room. Nancy stood in her doorway and when you saw her, you whimpered, then your jaw dropped.

Nancy stood in her doorway holding a bottle of lube and a towel, but she had stripped off her clothes in the bathroom. Now, she was only wearing a strap-on, but it’s not one you’ve seen before. It was smaller and thinner than what she normally used. Robin was whimpering on Nancy’s bed and said, “Nan- Nance, please, no. Pl- Please, Nance. Pl- Please n- n- no.” You whipped around and looked at Robin, then said, “What- What is it?” Nancy replied before Robin could and said, “Aw, my sweet, innocent princess. You’re so cute. How about I show you, rather than tell you, hmmm? You can watch Robin get punished and see what I’m going to do to you. Okay, angel?” You nodded your head, then Nancy looked at Robin and said in a stern tone, “If you tell (Y/N) what this before I show her, you won’t cum for a week. Do you understand, Robbie?” She nodded her head rapidly and said, “Y- Yes, N- N- Nance.” Nancy grinned and said, “Good girl, baby.” Robin whined and you watched Nancy grab her desk chair, then place it a couple feet away from her bed. She laid the towel she brought from the bathroom down on it and said, “(Y/N), be a good girl and sit.” Without hesitation, you moved over to her, then sat down. She said, “Good girl, angel. Such a good girl for me” making you whine as she walked over to the edge of her bed. You watched her every movement like a hawk. Nancy said, “Robbie, be a good girl and lay flat on your back for me” and Robin quickly obliged. You watched as Nancy climbed on top of her, until she was eye level with her. She hovered over Robin’s lips and whispered, “You were such a fucking needy brat earlier. Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to punish you, baby?” Robin whimpered out a “N- No! No, Na- Nance! I’m- I’m sorry! Please d- don’t!” Nancy replied, “Too late for apologies, baby. You should have thought about this before you decided to be a needy whore in the mall.” She whimpered again, then Nancy said, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be nice and slow”, then lowered her head and started harshly sucking bruises on Robin’s neck. Her moans filled the room and you could feel your arousal dripping from your pussy.

When Nancy was finished marking up her neck, you watched as she slid down Robin’s body, until her mouth was level with her chest. Nancy bit down on one of Robin’s nipples, causing her to whimper and Nancy to grin. She licked over it and Robin let out a breathy moan. Then, Nancy started flicking her nipple with her tongue. Robin’s moans soon filled the room again and it was getting harder and harder to resist touching yourself. Her moans stopped momentarily, but it was only for Nancy to switch to her opposite nipple. You watched as she did the same things on that side and Robin’s moans got louder. After she was done, she positioned herself in between Robin’s legs, sitting on her heels. You whined and Nancy looked at you, then said, “Aw princess, you must be aching. You’ll just have to be patient, angel. Robbie’s punishment hasn’t even started yet.” Robin whimpered and you whined while nodding your head. Nancy said, “(Y/N), you’re being such a good girl. Being so patient and not touching yourself. Always such a good girl for me.” You whined and watched as Nancy redirected her attention back to Robin. She moved her hand in between her thighs and lightly pinched Robin’s clit, making her hips buck up. Nancy said, “Is that what you’ve wanted, Robbie? Is that why you’ve been such a needy brat? You just wanted me to play with your pretty pussy, huh? Such a needy little whore.” Robin loudly whined out, “Yes, Nance! Please touch me! Fuck, please Nance!” Nancy giggled and rubbed Robin’s clit, agonizingly slow. Robin squirmed, but she wasn’t going to beg for more, knowing to take what she’s been given. Nancy started to speed up her movements, then stopped right as Robin was on the edge. She whined and said, “Noooo! Nance, please! Please, Nance!” Nancy replied, “Stop being fucking greedy” and slapped her pussy, not hard, but not too soft either. Robin screamed out a whimper and immediately said, “I’m- I’m sorry! I’m sorry Na-Nance!” Nancy got off the bed and said, “Lay on the edge of the bed, on your stomach, feet flat on the floor.” Robin quickly got off the bed, so she could move into the position Nancy commanded her to be in. While she was getting into position, Nancy grabbed the bottle of lube and turned to look at you. She said, “You ready to see what this is used for, princess?” Hesitantly, you nodded your head and waited for Robin to get in the position Nancy wanted her in.

Once Robin was in position, Nancy squeezed some lube onto the strap-on, then stroked it with her hand, making sure it was spread all around it. She put a little bit on her finger, then spread it around Robin’s tight hole. When you watched her do that, a loud gasp escaped your mouth. You’ve done anal stuff with Nancy before, but not this, only buttplugs. Nancy giggled at your reaction and said, “Robbie, I think princess knows what pegging is now, but lets really make sure she knows, hmmm?” You watched as Nancy roughly grabbed Robin’s hips, then slowly entered the strap-on into Robin’s tight hole. Robin screamed out whines and whimpers as Nancy continued pushing into her until all of the strap-on was inside of her. She waited about a minute, allowing Robin’s body to get adjusted to the feeling. Robin had tears in her eyes and Nancy said, “Robbie, you’re being such a good girl for me. You’re taking your punishment so well, baby.” She whined, then Nancy slowly started thrusting and after a couple thrusts, Robin’s whines turned into moans. Nancy gradually sped up her thrusts until Robin was on edge, then she stopped completely. Robin started whining and Nancy said, “Aw baby, did you want to cum?” Robin loudly replied, “Pl- Please Na- Nance! I was- I was so cl- close! So close! Pl- Please, Nance!” Nancy didn’t say a word, she just grabbed Robin’s hip, rougher than before, and started pounding into her. Robin was screaming out moans, saying, “F- Fuck! Pl- Please Nance! Pl- Please! Need to- Need to c- cum! Please!” Nancy leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Cum for me baby.” Robin came seconds later screaming out, “Oh my- Oh my god! Nance! Thank- Thank you! Thank you! Oh my god! F- Fuck! Na- Nance!” She pulled the strap-on out of her quickly and Robin loudly whimpered. A couple tears rolled down her cheeks, but Nancy said, “Flip over for me, baby. I’m not done with you.” Robin immediately rolled over, then you watched as Nancy quickly took off the harness and kneeled in between Robin’s legs. She held Robin’s thighs down, preventing her from squirming away, then started licking her clit. Robin’s body arched and she moaned loudly. It didn’t take long for her to cum again, but Nancy kept going. After her third orgasm, Robin had tears in her eyes again, this time from Nancy overstimulating her. She mumbled, “Sensi- Sensitive, N- Na- Nance” and Nancy just hummed, then continued abusing her clit with her tongue. After she came for the fourth time, she was sobbing, Nancy pulled back her head. She said, “You think you can be a good girl and give me one more, Robbie?” She weakly nodded, then mumbled, “Any- Anything for- for- for you, N- Nance.” Nancy hummed and said, “That’s my good girl, baby”, then slowly pushed two fingers into her entrance. She curled them repeatedly, causing Robin’s to scream out her sobs. Nancy hit Robin’s special spot, over and over again, until she came, then she slipped her fingers out. Once she was done, she kissed Robin on the top of the head and said, “You did so good for me, baby. You took your punishment so well, Robbie. Such a good girl for me.” Robin was still sobbing, all she could reply with was a slight nod and a hum. Once Robin had calmed down, Nancy said, “You okay, Robbie?” Robin just hummed in response, making Nancy giggle. She said, “Aw, did I fuck you dumb, baby? Did I fuck you too good, you can’t even speak? Aw, you’re so cute when you’re like this, all ruined from being fucked over and over again. You’re just my dumb little whore, aren’t you, Robbie?” She weakly nodded her head again and Nancy giggled, then looked over at you. She said, “It’s your turn now, princess.” You whimpered and looked at her nervously. She grabbed the strap-on off the floor and said, “Let me go clean this for you, angel. Be a good girl for me and comfort Robbie, while I’m gone. I know she can’t really move right now, so I know she won’t try and touch you.” You said, “O- Okay, Nance”, then you moved to sit next to Robin on the bed.

Once Nancy left, you helped Robin lay on the left side of the bed, then held her as she continued to cry from the overstimulation. You played with her hair and whispered sweet things to her, until she started to calm down. When Nancy returned, she said, ”How’s my baby doing?” and Robin mumbled, “Slee- Sleepy.” Nancy giggled at her fucked out girlfriend and said, “Well, I still have to punish (Y/N), but you don’t have to move, if you don’t want to, baby.” Robin mumbled, “St- Stay. Can’t- Can’t m- move.” Again, Nancy giggled and said, “Okay, baby. You’re good right there, Robbie”, then she focused her attention to you. She said, “(Y/N), lay flat on the bed for me, princess. Now, it’s your turn” with a grin on her face. You said, “Y- Yes Na- Nance” and did exactly what she asked of you. When you got into position, she hovered over your lips and said “Why weren’t you a good girl like this earlier, princess? Now I have to punish you, sweet girl.” You whined and said, “N- No, pl- please d- don’t.” Nancy replied, “If you didn’t want to be punished, you shouldn’t have been a bratty slut earlier, (Y/N). You put yourself here, I’m just giving you the punishment you deserve, princess. Do you think you deserve to be punished?” You whimpered, but didn’t answer the question. One of Nancy’s hands found your neck and gripped it, choking you. She said, “Princess, I asked you a question, didn’t I?” You choked out a “Y- Yes” and Nancy replied, “Then answer it.” A whimper left your lips and you choked out, “Y- Yes N- Nance! I deserve- I deserve to be- to be p- p- punished.” She released the grip around your neck and said, “That’s my good girl.” Then, Nancy starting harshly sucking dark bruises on your neck. After leaving a few dark bruises, her lips made their way down to one of your nipples. She took it between her teeth and bit down, not too hard, but not too soft either. It elicited a whimper from you, but her tongue quickly licked your nipple, making the pain fade. You breathily moaned, “Fuck Nance”, causing her to grin and hum. Then, she started rapidly flicking your nipple with her tongue and your hips bucked up. Nancy giggled and said, “Aw princess, you’re so cute. You still have a long way to go until you get to cum.” You whined and she giggled as she moved to the other nipple, biting, licking, and flicking it like she did the other. By the time she finished playing with your nipples, your pussy was dripping with arousal and you could feel it on your thighs. When Nancy positioned herself in between your legs and saw your pussy, she said, “Fuck, (Y/N) you’re so wet! My poor angel, your cute little clit is throbbing. Let me take care of that for you, sweetheart.” Nancy took her index finger and started rubbing slow circles on your clit. It was nowhere near what you needed, but you knew not to beg for more, not to be greedy. Nancy hated when you and Robin were greedy, so you took what Nancy gave you. Your body was tense and Nancy said, “Such a good girl, taking what she’s given. My good girl, always my good girl, (Y/N).” Then, she started to speed up her circles until you were about to cum, then she retracted her hand and said, “You didn’t think I was going to let you cum, that easy, did you, princess?” You whimpered and she bent down, then with her clean hand, squeezed one of your cheeks. Nancy said “Just my dumb, needy, little slut, huh?” You whined and she said, “Flip over for me, pretty girl. Just how Robbie was positioned earlier.” You followed her command without hesitation, immediately doing what demanded of you.

Once you were in position your entire body was tense with fear. Nancy noticed and said, “Sweet angel, just relax for me, okay? You remember your safeword, right?” You nodded and said, “Red for stop and yellow for don’t stop, but almost red.” Nancy said, “Good girl, sweetheart. If you start to feel uncomfortable at any time, say red and I’ll stop. Okay, princess?” You nodded your head and said, “Y- Yeah, o- okay.” Robin turned over to look at you and mumbled, “It hurts at first, but feels so good after, (Y/N). Trust me.” You nodded your head and said, “O- Okay, Robs.” Your body was now more relaxed, but still a bit tense and Nancy said, “Good girl, princess. Just relax for me, just like that, sweet angel.” Then you heard the bottle of lube open and around 20 or 30 seconds later, Nancy’s finger was smearing lube around your tight hole. Each of Nancy’s hands gripped your waist, not roughly like she did with Robin, and she said, “Take your punishment like a good girl, princess.” You whimpered and then you felt the strap-on slowly start to enter you. Your hands turned into fists, white knuckling the sheet below you and your eyes squeezed shut. You whimpered from the pain, but once the entire thing was inside you and Nancy let your body adjust to the feeling, it wasn’t as painful. Nancy said, “You’re being such a good girl, princess. Taking your punishment so well, angel.” You whined in response and then Nancy started to slowly move her hips. It only hurt for a couple thrusts, but afterwards your loud moans filled the room. You loudly moaned out, “Oh fuck, Nance! Fuck! Nance! Nance!” It didn’t take long for you to start feeling your orgasm forming. You were already so worked up from watching Robin get punished and from Nancy touching you. Once Nancy could tell you were close to the edge, she stopped. You whined and begged her to keep going, saying, “Na- Nance, pl- please! Need to- fuck (italicize) Need to c- c- cum! Pl- Please, Nance! Please!” Nancy ignored your whining and begging, she said nothing, she just gripped your waist roughly, hard enough to leave a bruise. She started pounding the strap-on in and out of you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you screamed “Oh my god! Fuck, Nance! Fuck! Holy shit! Nance!” Seconds later, you were begging again, saying, “N- Nance, pl- please! Please can I- Please can I c- cum? Please, N- Nance! Ne-Need to, pl- please!” She responded, “Be a good girl and cum for me, princess.” You didn’t need to be told twice, you let go, screaming Nancy’s name as she continued pounding into you, until your orgasm was completely ridden out. She pulled the strap-on out of you, without warning, eliciting a screamed whimper from you. Nancy ignored it and said, “Be a good girl and flip over for me. I need to get a taste of your pretty pussy, princess.” You did as you were told, not only because she told you, but also because you wanted it, you needed it, you need her.

While you were changing positions, Nancy was removing the strap-on harness from her waist. She asked, “Did that feel good, (Y/N)? Did you like when I fucked your tight little hole, princess?” You whined and responded, “Y- Yes, N- Nance. So- So good. Felt so g- good.” She grinned, then dropped down to her knees, in between your thighs and said, “Aw, my sweet angel’s pretty pussy is dripping.” Robin weakly sat up and Nancy said, “Robbie, you okay, sweetheart?” She hummed a “Mhmmm” and asked, “Can I please kiss, (Y/N) while you- while you play with her?” Nancy grinned and said, “Good girl for using your manners. You can as long as it’s okay with (Y/N).” You eagerly nodded your head and mumbled, “Please, Robs.” She moved to be on top of you, then she leaned down and kissed you. It was sweet and gentle, her lips felt so nice on yours. While the two of you were kissing, Nancy flattened her tongue, then licked a stripe through your folds, collecting your cum and wetness on her tongue. Nancy hummed at the first taste and the vibrations made you moan into Robin’s mouth. Then, you felt Nancy latched her mouth around your clit and start to suck on it. It became too hard to kiss you because of your constant moaning, so Robin rolled and laid next to you. She started praising you, saying, “You’re being such a good girl. So good, (Y/N). You’re being so good for Nance, sweet girl.” Your moans got louder from the praise and your legs started to shake. Nancy released her mouth for a second and said, “Cum for me, angel. Be a good girl and cum for me.” Nancy moved her mouth back, then started sucking harder and faster than she was before. You screamed out moans, saying, “Oh fuck, Nance! Fuck! Oh my god! Nance! Nance! Nance!” Then, you came again and Nancy slowed down, but she still wasn’t done with you.

Nancy switched from sucking on your clit, to licking it rapidly, but lightly. You moaned, “Holy shit! Fuck Nance! Oh my god!” Robin was praising you, saying, “You’re doing so good, princess. You’re being such a good girl. Tell Nance how good she’s making you feel, sweetheart.” You moaned, “S- So fuck- So fucking g- good! Fe- Feels s- so g- good! F- Fuck N- Nance!” Nancy hummed, which only fueled the feeling of your orgasm. Robin said, “That’s a good girl, (Y/N). You’re doing so well, sweet girl.” The praise sent you over the edge and your legs started spasming as you came again. Nancy continued lightly licking your clit until your orgasm was completely ridden out. Then, she lifted her head up and looked at Robin. She said, “Robbie, be a good girl and hold (Y/N)’s thighs down for me, please baby.” Robin nodded her head and said, “Yes, Nance.” Robin got into a position where she could hold down your thighs comfortably. Nancy said, “Good girl, Robbie. Such a good girl for listening, baby.” Robin blushed as Nancy ran her hand up your inner thigh and said, “Don’t think I forgot about you, angel.” You whined out, saying, “N- Nance t- too sensi- too sensitive. Pl- Please no m- m- more.” Nancy giggled, then fake pouted and said, “Aw princess, you’re sensitive? I’m not done with you yet though. I need you to be a good girl and let me play with your pretty pussy. You want to be my good girl, don’t you, sweetheart?” You whined and said, “Y- Yes, Na- Nance.” She replied back, “Always my good girl, princess. Such a good girl for me”, then she started rapidly lapping at your clit. You tried to squirm away, but Robin was too strong. She said, “Just relax, pretty girl. You’re doing such a good job for Nance, princess.” Tears formed in your eyes and rolled down your cheeks from overstimulation. Your back arched as a high pitched noise escaped your lips. Nancy made you cum again, then after helping you ride out your orgasm, she popped her head up. She said, “One more angel and then I’ll stop. You can do one more, for me, right princess?” As tears were rolling down your face and you were close to sobbing, all you could manage to respond with was a nod. Nancy said, “Good girl, princess”, and lightly licked your clit, then abruptly shoved two fingers inside your entrance. That was your breaking point and you started sobbing from being overstimulated.

Robin whispered praises to you, but you could barely register what she was saying. Your brain was complete mush and all you could focus on was what Nancy was doing. She moved her head away from your abused clit and solely focused on her fingers. She repeatedly targeted the spot that makes you scream, curling her fingers inside you over and over again. You were now screaming out your sobs, several tears rolled down your cheeks and drool started to cover your chin. The feeling of your orgasm started to form quickly and when you fell over the edge, your eyes rolled back and you screamed out a broken sob, as you came. You continued to sob as Nancy rode you through your orgasm and once she was done, she retracted her cum soaked fingers from your entrance. You whimpered and sobbed more, now feeling empty without them inside you. Robin released the hold she had on your thighs, while Nancy slipped her fingers into her mouth. A hum of pleasure left her mouth from the taste of you. She said, “Princess, you taste so good, so sweet” and then she got up to lay next to you. You were still sobbing, still so overstimulated. Nancy ran her clean fingers through your hair and whispered, “It’s okay, princess. Everything’s done now, no more punishments. You did such a good job, sweetheart. You were such a good girl for me, (Y/N). Just relax, sweet angel. I’m here, Robbie’s here, we got you, princess. We got you, you’re okay.” It took you about 10 minutes to fully stop crying and once you were calm, Nancy asked Robin, “Baby, do you want to clean, our princess up?” Robin eagerly nodded then looked at you and said, “(Y/N), is that okay with you? I’ll be super gentle, I promise. I’ll even stop if you need me to.” You weakly nodded your head in response as your eyes fluttered open and closed. Nancy condescendingly said, “Aw, poor thing can’t even speak. I turned you into my dumb little slut, didn’t I princess?” You weakly nodded your head again and she replied, “You’re so pretty when you’re like this, sweetheart. So pretty when you’re all fucked out. Robbie, come clean our pretty girl up.” Robin didn’t waste a second, she immediately got off the bed and made her way to kneel in between your legs.

Nancy continued to run her fingers through your hair, trying to relax you, while Robin cleaned you up. When you felt her tongue start to lap up your cum and wetness, a small whine left your lips. Nancy turned her head towards yours and said, “Shhhh, it’s okay angel”, then kissed your lips softly. You could taste yourself on her lips and a small hum of pleasure left your mouth. When Nancy pulled away from the kiss, you could see her chin still had your cum and wetness on it. Your eyes fixated on it and Nancy noticed, then said, “You wanna clean off my chin, princess?” You were too far gone to feel embarrassed and weakly nodded your head. She leaned in to kiss you and slowly you made your way to her chin. You lightly licked your cum and wetness off her chin, then once you were done, the embarrassment kicked in. Your cheeks turned a bright red and you refused to make eye contact with her. Nancy knew exactly what was wrong and said, “Sweetheart, it’s okay. Don’t feel embarrassed, angel. I wouldn’t let you do it if I didn’t like or if I didn’t want you to. Okay, pretty girl?” You nodded your head and a couple seconds later, Robin popped her head up. Her face was now covered in your cum and wetness. Nancy said, “Good girl, baby. Come here” and Robin quickly made her way over to Nancy. She sat up and said, “Kiss me.” Robin leaned down and kissed her lips with no hesitation. Nancy hummed, loving the taste of you on Robin lips. She made sure you were watching as she made her way to Robin’s chin and licked it up. When Nancy pulled her head back, Robin said, “Fuck that was so hot, Nance” and Nancy turned to you, then said, “See, nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart.” Robin nodded her head in agreement and said, “Nance can we all cuddle now? I’m so sleepy and (Y/N) can barely keep her eyes open.” They both turned to look at you and you mumbled a barely audible, “Sleepy.” Nancy replied, “Mhmmm, we’ll take a nap and afterwards we’ll all take a bath. I’ll help you two get all cleaned up.” Robin immediately went to the left side of the bed, while Nancy helped move you to the right side. She got in between the two of and once she was comfortable, you nuzzled your head into her bare chest, humming at the feeling of her soft skin against yours. You had a hand placed on her stomach, that one of Robin’s hands soon found. She started playing with your fingers and Nancy ran her fingers through your hair, then kissed the top of your head. She said, “I love you, sweet angel” and you mumbled, “I love you, Nance.” She smiled, then turned over to Robin, who had her head on Nancy’s opposite shoulder and kissed her forehead. Nancy said, “I love you baby” and Robin replied, “I love you too, Nance.” Robin tapped your hand and said, “I love you too, sweet girl.” You lightly squeezed her hand and mumbled, “I love you too, Robs.” She smiled, while you nuzzled your head deeper into Nancy’s chest. You fell asleep almost instantly, so relax with having Nancy’s fingers running through your hair and Robin lightly playing with your fingers. Nancy whispered to Robin, “She’s so cute” and Robin whispered back, “Absolutely perfect.” Then, around 10 minutes later, Robin was fast asleep. Nancy smiled, proud of herself that she turned her two little brats into her completely fucked out, good girls.

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