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Rooms on Fire: Stop Dragg'n My Heart Around

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

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Summery: Madonna learns more about her role and the dynamics of the household.

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence.

Extra warnings for chapter: Anal, oral, love bombing, control

This is not meant to be a statement about religion, Christianity, or Catholicism, this is simply my take on a cult. I am a religious person. I understand that some of this may be very offensive to religious people so if you don't like thing like AHS Asylum or Black Mass, maybe consider not reading.

A/N: Every chapter will be named after a song from the spotify playlist. Dont forget to commen fitting songs!!

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There's people running 'round loose in the world Ain't got nothing better to do Than make a meal of some bright eyed kid You need someone looking after you~ Stop Dragg'n My Heart Around, Tom Petty and Stevie Nicks

You were the wife of deities. You were blessed, honored. Holy mother. The Madonna, and inside your womb the savior would grow. All four of them were Gods of different patronage, each with their own abilities and passions.

Francisco was the god of nature. He was the god of all that grew in the earth, the soil. the flowers. He was clairvoyant, but also had a gift of growth. Life. His prayers over you would solidify implantation after conception, keep you and your baby safe.

Benjamin was the sun god, god of celebration, and celebrate he did. Ben’s mood often controlled the weather. Most of the time, regular weather patterns took place, Benjamin’s emotions could change them, and he was prone to big emotions. That’s why him and Francisco worked so closely together. Weather and nature, working to keep the crops growing and the people safe.

William was all about duality, you were taught in catechism. God of war, God of medicine. He had the gift of healing, but also impeccable military prowess. This made for a powerful ally and feared enemy. William headed the military and security, but also watched over the medical care.

And Pope, Divine Mothers only child. Pope had the gift of discernment and prophesy. He was incredibly intelligent, and with that came respect. He was not just born into this position, but born for it. God of family, god of passion. You felt that passion so clearly every time his eyes bore into you. He could no more hide it than he could his own beauty.

So why, with all this power surrounding you, did you feel so scared?

Everything just feels so confusing right now. You feel as if you can’t get your head on straight, like everything is whirling. You're married. You might be pregnant. Why was everything so… hard. When Pope waved your bloodied sheet around, he was soon joined by a whooping Ben who took part in the celebrations and dragged Francisco out with him. It was just you and Will.

Naked and shivering, suddenly cold on the cool tile of the altar without the heat of passion to warm you

“Just one minute, I’ll get you dressed once I’m done.” He says quietly, kneeling before you with a wet wipe, gently dapping at your swollen folds. “Damn, really did a number on yuh, huh?”

You don’t know how to respond, so you don’t.

“Well, I think this is as good as it’s gonna get.” Leaning over, he presses a kiss to the top of your puffy parts and gets up, helping you down with a hand. He slides the dress back over you. William was gentle as he caressed your cheek. “You did so good for us, princess.” His hand moved to your belly. “You’re a good girl, and soon you’ll be full with our baby, I just know it.”

You stand there in shock, unable to exactly form a reaction. The lights were too bright, it was too warm. There were too many flowers and incense and candles and oils… to much. You shut down and Will finishes dressing you: shoes, flower crown minus the ropes of vine. He stuffs your underwear in his pocket with a smile. “My little dividend.”

Jonah was outside the room, laying down on a bench with his cowboy hat pulled over his face.

“Wake up, old man” Will spoke with a bite you weren’t used to.

He mumbled under the hat. “I’m awake, damn. Just resting.”

William nudged you towards where he was standing. “Watch her for the rest of the cocktail hour, then bring her in for the entrance.”

Jonah frowned. “She ain’t going to the cocktail hour with you?”

“What’s the point? She can’t drink. She might be pregnant.”

“It’s her wedding.”

Will rolled his eyes. “She’ll have the wedding shit, this is more of a… stag party. Bachelor party sort of thing.”

You didn't know what that meant. You weren’t sure you wanted to.

“Whatever. I’ll watch her.”

“Yeah. You will.” Williams harsh glare softened as he turned to you, holding your face with both hands. “I’ll see you in an hour, my beautiful bride.”

When he left, Jonah mumbled something and began walking you down the long hall. The place was huge, absolutely massive. The worship chapple and sanctuary were attached to the house, originally built as a pool house but refurbished with the establishment of Delta. Divine Mother wanted her home attached to the sanctuary so she could go whenever she wanted, no matter the weather, so a hall was built on. In addition to the several bedrooms, living rooms and so on, there was a ballroom. This is where you would go after. For now, it seemed, you weren’t needed…

You wanted to go still. You were their wife, you wanted to meet the other members of Delta, you wanted to dance, to laugh, to smile with them… but the day's events left you tired, left you hurting, left you… confused. Why had they all left you so fast, save for Will?

“You alright, honey?” Jonah’s voice barely registers in your ear.

You don’t have it in you to answer, simply staring straight ahead as your breathing picks up speed.

“Hey, darl’n, hey.” He stops outside the kitchen. “What’s go’n on, you hurt?”

How do you even explain it, the panic rising up in you, the fear. Why were you scared? You were married to the gods, there was no safer position to be in. You were safe, protected… so why did you feel so on edge? Why was your head hurting, your heart racing, and why did you feel so used?

You stopped breathing before you realized it.

“Hey!” Jonah shook you, but your eyes felt glassy and unfocused. He pulled you through the swinging kitchen doors.

“Dad, what-” You hear Iris say and vaguely register a third person in the room. Iris stops what she’s doing and rushes to you. “What’s happening? What did you do?”

“Nothing! I got her after the ceremony and this just started!”

You were gasping for breath, the light and airy feeling in your head making everything a little blurring. Still, you register hands on your shoulders, calling your name. “You need to breath. HEY! You hear me? BREATH.”

But you can’t. The panic, all-consuming panic clawed at your throat and tightened your chest. Then, a hard slap.

*SMACK*

Iris slapped you, causing your body to gasp in shock. You took the opportunity to breathe in as much as you could get, and once the oxygen settled in, so did the clarity.

Dizzy, you stumble back and nearly topple over, but Jonah catches you. Careful, he sets you down in a chair. “Easy now, darl’n, breath, breath…” his arms were strong and safe around you, but Iris grabs your shoulders.

“Listen to me.” You look up to watch her, brown eyes fiery on yours. She commanded the room. “You need. To get it. Together. Those men out there-” She pointed vaguely out the door. “Are dangerous.”

“Iris…” Jonah whispers, but when her head whips towards him in anger, he backs off.

“You shut it, you don’t know jack shit about surviving here, especially as a woman.” Back to you. “I don’t care how you feel, I know you’ll probably fall in love because you’ve been so brainwashed, but I need you to understand this.” She leans in. “You need to get your shit together. You need to clean up, you need to get out there and charm the fucking dick off of every single person in that room. The only way you get through this is if you want a very thin line. Submissive but not weak. Obedient but not permissive. Have boundaries but keep them loose and never, ever, try to resist sex. This is no time to be weak.”

Her words barely made sense to you.

They weren’t dangerous. They LOVED YOU. You were their WIFE. But still, part of her words range true; you were the daughter of a traitor, a man who partook in an uprising that caused the death of the Divine Mother, and the other high up members would have their eye on you. You needed to make sure there was no reason to doubt your love for your husbands, nor your adoration of Divine Mother.

“Fuck,” Iris mutters something to the third figure in the room about ‘nothing there’ then stands up. “Jonah, go back to the dressing room and get the make-up and hair products.” It was only then you realized you had been crying, make-up running off your face. “Rey, I need you to help me in here.”

He was tall, about as tall as Jonah but not quite the Millers height. “What do you need?” He began to tie his dark curls back. Iris directed him on finishing the desserts while she took out all the food from the oven for the main dish.

When Jonah came back, Iris set to work redoing your face, making it look as if you never cried, never had a single scared thought. She fixed you up nice and pretty, then left you on the chair to wait for your entrance.

After everything was placed on carts to take out, Iris departed, with Jonah following behind shortly and instructing the other man to stay with you. Iris insists she doesn’t need a guard dog, but Jonah say something about not wanting her alone with ‘those drunk bastards’ if he can help it. You’re suddenly nervous, unsure about being alone with a man other than your husbands or Jonah, but you don’t have a choice.

“They’re a stressful pair to watch aren’t they?” The dark haired man says, pulling up a chair beside you. He turns it around, straddling it before sitting backwards and leaning his arms on the backrest.

You don’t want to be rude, so you give a shy smile without meeting his eye. “Are they… um… is uh…” You realize you don’t know Jonah’s last name, and are unsure how to properly address him to others. You don’t want to seem too familiar when you are a married woman now. “Mr. Jonah, is he Iris’s father? I heard her call him dad.”

He chuckles a bit, and you turn to look at him. With a better view, and clearer vision, you are able to take in his features. He’s handsome, but in a almost boyish way -although you doubt he’s younger than 30. Dark curls are still pulled back, but you’d estimate his hair falls about shoulder length, maybe shorter, as chunks are falling out. Strong nose, brown skin, and bright, brown eyes. Strangely jovial compared to Iris and Jonah.

“Yeah, kinda rare that happens. She’s um… well, they’d had… well I guess it’s not my place to say, but they’ve had some ups and downs. But yeah, she’s his daughter.” He extends a hand. “Reyansh Saha.”

You give him your name. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Saha.”

He laughs again, but it doesn’t feel like he’s laughing at you; it’s too good natured for that. “Just Rey is fine.”

“Oh, no, no I shouldn’t.” You try to protest.

“Ammayi” (my girl) He says with a glint in his eye. “No one here will understand you if you call me Mr. Saha, I promise you. You can call me Reyansh if that’s easier. Or, well, you can call me Mr. Saha if you’re uncomfortable of course” His tone is good natured, but clearly trying to ease you. You feel like a skittish animal, and he’s a good samaritan trying to coax you to some food.

You give a little nod. “Okay, yeah Reyansh works.”

You felt like you may have another panic attack.

Pope was on your right, holding your arm with William beside him. On your left arm was Benjamin; Francisco was fidgeting beside him.

“Baby.” Ben whispers to Francisco. “You gotta calm down, you're shaking…”

You watch as Pope turns abruptly at the nickname, but says nothing. Benjamin grabs Francisco's hand, squeezing it three times and giving him a little peck on the cheek before letting go. Francisco smiled, just a little.

You were making your grand entrance as husbands and wife, to the whole of Delta, to stand out on the balcony as the masses gathered below. Jonah instructed you on procedure.

“This is the most dangerous point. I have the entire guard in the crowd, both noticeably armed and plain clothes, everyones been searched before entry and theres no reason to suspect a problem, but-” He turned to you. “Anything happens, a gun shot, something is thrown, a fight breaks out, I am grabbing you and we are going. Don’t argue, don’t worry about them-” He gestures to the men beside you. “My only concern will be to get you to safety. Your husbands are all armed and trained fighters, you are not. You have me, understood?”

There would be no need for concern. As you stepped out, leading your husbands in a v shape through the curtains, a stark hush fell upon the crowd. Thousands of people, thousands, here to see your husbands. Here to see them with their brand new bride, the mother of their child. You were humbled, truly, to be honored in such a way that the god’s dained you deserving. Cheers broke out, no doubt to the flag being raised- your bloodied sheets, signifying that you were indeed a virgin, and had been claimed in the name of the gods. The crowd was adoring; how beloved your husbands were to their people!

You focused your hearing not being all that far away, to try and pick out a word or two, and were surprised with the result.

“MADONNA! MADONNA! MADONNA”

They were cheering… for you.

The priestess stood off to the side, raising her arms to hush the crowd.

“Hail Madonna, full of grace, blessed are you amongst women!”

Then, she kneeled.

Behind her, beginning with the front and sending a wave through the back, the entire mass of people knelt, chanting “Hail! Hail! Hail!”

To both your left and right, all four of your husbands bowed to you.

You were the holy mother. You were Madonna. You would bring about the savior and peace on earth. You were divine.

The party went swimmingly. Your new found confidence, it turns out, made speaking to strangers easier. You shouldn’t fear them for being a traitor's child, you shouldn’t feel their judgeful gaze. They should worship you. Not the same as Pope, William, Benjamin and Francisco, and certainly not Divine Mother, but you were blessed.

You never were far from William, Pope, or Benjamin, most moments of the evening were spent with their arms around your waist or holding your hand; you belonged to them.

Pope had pulled you to the dance floor, tender grasp keeping you close as he guided you through the violin music.

“You are just… so beautiful” He whispered, clean shaven face up against your own.

“Thank you.”

“You do understand how stunning you are, don’t you? Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You tuck your head in his neck, smelling his aftershave; or was it the liquor on his breath? You weren’t sure.

“It’s like you were made for me…”

A gentle kiss. “I was. I was made for you, by Divine Mother’s majesty.”

You could feel him smile at that, hands slowly trailing down your back. “That’s right, made just for me…”

You nuzzle against him, signing contently. He loved you, you were so, so loved… “Made for my husbands”

His smile dropped. When his hands grazed over your ass, he gripped it tight, painful, making you yelp. The noise and crass motion was sure to attract attention, and you turn to look.

Pope grabs your face, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t look at them, look at me. I am their god, they are nothing compared to us, what we do is none of their business. I could bend you over right now and if I told them to ignore it, to go about the party, they will. You understand me?”

You nod.

His fingers pinch your cheeks. “Your body was made for me, and it’s mine. Understood?” You realize now your mistake. You had said your husbands. Plural. You must have hurt his feelings when bringing the others into it, even if you meant well. You note that special times between you and Pope should remain exclusive. Don’t make him jealous.

“Made just for you” You push past the force of his hold to kiss him on the lips. “I belong to you.”

Popes body language relaxed, his plush lips smiling again as his grip softens. He runs his thumb over your lips. “So beautiful for me…”

As you spoke like old friends to a woman you’d never met in your life, Benjamin slid up to you. “‘Scuse me, darl’n, but may I steal my wife away for a few moments?”

The woman bowed her head and excused herself while Benjamin pulled you away.

It wasn’t long before you were out the ballroom, down a hall and into a small linen closet, his hands all over you; frantic, needy, a fully hard cock pressing against your skirt. This was to be expected, and you understood your role. At any time, day or night, busy or not, you were to be available to be filled.

He yanked at your skirt. “Yuh know,” Benjamin said between short pants of breath. “It was my brothers insistence that your dress have blue… he said that- mmphh- it was symbolic or some bullshit, but I think he just wanted his color on you.”

You weren’t entirely sure if that was true, but you didn’t want to make a committal answer so you attempt to kiss back, unsure of the movements still. “Mmm, Benjamin…”

“Call me Benny, darl'n.” He rucks up your skirt, only to find no underwear. He stops, blue eyes looking at you with a steely ferocity. “Will take your panties after he cleaned you up.”

Lie, your first instinct told you. He’s dangerous,lie. But he wasn’t dangerous. He was your husband. “Yes” You wanted him to touch you again, you liked the way he explored your body.

His brows pursed together before growling, turning you around and bending you over a small folding table. “God damn him, and god damn Pope!” Benjamin grunted, making you scared as he flicked your dress up to your waste. “I should’ve had you first!” Ben spits onto your exposed asshole, shocking you a bit.

You try to turn around when you hear his belt being undone. “What-”

“Shhhh” He pushes you back down on the table, freeing his hard cock. You jump when he slides a finger into your tight ring of muscle. It doesn’t feel bad, but not necessarily good, either. He begins to pump, then adds a second finger and you gasp at the intrusion. “Making me fuck’n wait till last-” You hear him spit on his free hand, beginning to jerk himself off as he begins to scissor you open.

“Ben!”

“Relax, baby, I’m not Pope, I ain’t tryna tear you open, you’ve bleed enough for one day.” You swear you hear him chuckle. What is he doing? You were confused, but also beginning to sink into the feeling of him. “They always do this to me, they always make me wait, and wait and wait just because Frank’s Pope’s favorite and Will’s ugh, Will’s older- goddamn” He stops, lining up the tip of his cock to your asshole and spitting a few more times. He was going to fuck you there?! Ben folds over, encasing your body in his warmth as he whispers in your ear. “Not this time, your ass is mine.” With that, he thrust into you, splitting your hole open as you cried out.

He laughs. “Lot louder than when Pope took you huh?”

Jonah found William getting a glass of wine and sipping it while watching over the party.. “I gotta talk to you.”

William doesn’t even turn to look. “Fuck off, Hanson.”

Will did not like Jonah, he knew. Their history prevented the same rapport that he had with Santiago, but never the less, he know Will was the one for this request.

“It’s about your precious Madonna.”

With that, Will turned.

Benny was insatiable, thrusting into you wildly and grunting with every movement. “So- fucking-tight-god!” He shouts and it takes everything in you not to cry… but that feeling was bubbling up again, despite the discomfort, but that discomfort was slowly slipping into something else.

The slightest moan escapes.

It seems then almost that Ben reminds you’re here, that he’s not fucking a hole in a wall and chuckles. “Oh, you like this, pretty girl? I can make it better, so much better.” He wraps a strong arm around you, toying with that sensitive spot that William was playing with earlier illiciating a much louder moan from your lips.

“God baby, thats it… gonna cum like this, darl’n? Gonna cum with a cock up your ass like the dirty girl I know you are? Yeah, yeah sure sounds like it…” He replies after your sounds of pleasure grow. “Under all this white, underneath that good girl act and that sweet little face, I knew, I just fucking KNEW your little virgin cunt was begging to get fucked, desperate for cock, huh?” His hips begin to falter, growing more sloppy. “Well now you got 4 cocks desperate to fill you up, to put our baby inside you first, fuck, you gonna be able to handle all that?

You can’t even reply, a mess of moans under his body.

He grabs your hair, yanking you up to look at him. “ANSWER ME!”

“YES!” You scream, so close to spilling over but not quite there, needy and whimpering for him. “I can take it! I want it! I want you all, all the time!”

“I know, darl’n girl, I know, f-fuck, ugghh fuck!”

Pulling out of your ass, you almost whine for him, whine for more, but he thrusts it into your pussy last minute. The intrusion sends you over, clamping down hard on him as he spills into you. “Yeaahh, that’s it, thats- oh my god, perfect little pussy- fuck!” When he finishes inside you, his warmth is all over you again, staying there for a moment with his cock plugged inside you. “Gotta make sure to cum inside your little pussy every time, no matter how good your ass or mouth feel. Can’t waste a drop.”

He caressing your arm as his body language softens, nuzzling his face into your hair. “So good, pretty girl. So fucking perfect.”

“She needs someone looking after her.” Jonah insists. “She’s just a kid.”

Will is dismissive, but behind his eyes hide curiosity. “That’s what you and security are for.”

Jonah signs. “Okay, listen, I’ll be honest here.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“You ain’t fond of me, that’s a given. I get it. But let’s be clear.” Jonah drops his voice low. “Frank’s been mentally checked out all day. He don’t want nothing to do with this. Ben’s a -”

“Watch it.”

Jonah rephrased his next words. “He’s not gentle. He’s not careful, and when he’s high he flat out dangerous, and he buys into this whole delusion and so does Santiago. Santiago is worse, he’s delusional and can flip like a fucking switch. She needs someone to help her navigate them. That needs to be you.”

Will didn’t say anything, but from the way his brows were furrowed, Jonah new he planted a seed.

“Look, here she comes with Ben, she’s fucking stumbling, Will. Go take care of your wife.”

It hurt.

It was hard to walk like this, but Ben’s arms were tight around you. You felt strangely safe like this, like he was going to be there from now on.

“What the hell did you do to her, Ben?”

“Relaaaaax” Ben waved off his brother. “She’s fine.”

Will didn’t buy it.

“Pope got her pussy, I got her ass.” He shrugged.

Disgust spread across his features. “You did anal? With no lube? Jesus Ben!”

“RELAX!” Ben raised his hands in defense.

Will hushed him. “That’s enough for tonight, I’m taking you to bed.”

And that was that. Will’s arm replaced Ben’s and quickly guided you out the door again. Once out of sight, Will scooped you right out. “Ain’t having you walk like that, babygirl. ‘Slright, just rest.” And rest you did, clinging to him and laying your head on his firm chest. You felt like you were almost asleep when he laid you on the bed.

Like how he cared for you before, he cared again, undressing you with a gentle strength.

“Lay down, lemme make sure your okay.” The worry in his voice made your heart sing.

“I’m alright, I promise.” You whisper, but spread your legs anyway.

He tsks his tongue. “Poor little girl… you’re alright, but I know it must hurt, doesn’t it?”

You swallow thickly, nervous with his face so close to your core. “Um… it’s a little sore, I guess…”

“I bet… but it wasn’t all bad, was it?”

“N-no, it wasn’t…”

“I can see that…” A thick finger swipes up your slit. “Got all wet, didn’t you? You sure are easy to work up…”

You shutter at the touch, a little achy but still desiring him. How could you not? How could you not want him when he spoke to you so low, so careful? When carried you and cleaned you and dressed you… he was perfect, fucking perfect.

“Poor little girl…” William spoke in a deeper tone, planting a kiss to your clit and making you whimper. “Gotta be at the beck and call for four men… that can’t be easy, but you’ve been taking it so well…” His fingers move up and down your folds, spreading your cum and the new slick trickling down.

“It’s, mmmm it’s my honor to be found worthy…” You sit up on your elbows, curious as to his actions.

“And worthy you are, Madonna.” His lips glazed over your flesh. “Bless are you, among women” His hand on your stomach. “and blessed is the fruit of your womb.” You watch William, knelt before you, hovering with his mouth open above your waiting mound.

You whisper, “Please”

He whispers equally soft. “As you wish.”

When William latched his mouth onto you, it’s unlike anything you’ve felt before, although you can’t say you’ve felt much. His mouth is hot, wet, messy as he licks you, tongue and lips moving in tandem, like a well practiced team with the sole purpose of reducing you to a whimpering mess.

“W-Will, oh that… oh my god-”

But he didn’t stop, latching his tongue to your clit as his fingers entered you, and despite the overstimulation of the day, compared to the large phalluses that had breached your core, his fingers merely provided pleasurable stimulation. His free-hand remained busy as well, taking your private moment to explore the rest of your body. You didn’t understand what pleasure he could find in your thighs, your stomach, or playing with your fingers, but you relished in his closeness, the emotional and physical and sexual intimacy compared to the coldness of the deflowering.

But it had to happen this way, you thought as your hips bucked; William had begun swirling his tongue around your clit, causing a surge in pleasure. This afternoon was a ritual; systematic, calculated, precise. There was no room for intimacy, for love. But you’d seen it now. You’d seen it in the way Pope danced with you, in the way Ben caressed you after sex and praised you, the way Will touched you now… the only thing missing was Frankie.

It wasn’t long before Will had to gushing on his face, crying out his name in a hedonistic moan, a orgasm so blinding that the revelation that you existed to pleasure and be pleasured by these men until you were swollen with child seemed like a gift of godhood itself.

He pulled three more out of you before he was satisfied, making come on his face and fingers thrice before your final orgasm was only singled by an tired “Mmmmmmmph” and your contracting walls. Finally, he pulls back. You can’t see him, eyes too tired they won’t open, but you imagine his beard is glistening with the way he soaks you when he kisses you cheek.

When you’re situated in bed, where you can only assume is your room, you ask Will to stay, ask him to hold you while you fall asleep. He obliges.

You feel dwarfed in his grasp his body so large it makes you feel small, but also secure. You don’t have to be brave, you don’t have to be strong. You don’t have to think or to worry. Everything would be taken care of for you, you’d give birth to the savior and how many other children, and redeem your family name from your fathers betrayal. You would find redemption in this house, right alongside love, family, and maybe even friendship for the first time since you were twelve…

Everything was falling into place.

So why didn’t it seem like Francisco loved you?

Knock knock.

“Honey?”

Knock knock knock

“Honey you in there?”

Jonah.

“One moment!”

You open your groggy eyes and take a look around the room, finding a luxurious, long, white robe on the dresser. You put it on, covering your nakedness, and timidly open the door.

“Yes?” Jonah stood before you, gun slung on his hip as usual.

He looks sympathetic. “Sorry to wake you, but Santiago wants to see you, I’m here to escort you.”

Hearing someone refer to Pope as his given name is jarring, but something about Jonah is just… very different. He seemed so serious when talking to you about safety, about making sure only his most trustworthy men watched you and how determined he seemed at the balcony… but it seemed he took everything else so unserious to him.

You didn’t like that he referred to your husband by his name, it was much too informal, but you cared about Jonah, so you don’t mention it.

After dressing, Jonah takes you down stairs. You’re thankful for him, the house is too big for you to know your way yet.

“How you feeling?”

“About what?” You ask genuinely.

Jonah turns to you, a curious look on his face. “About… everything. Yesterday was a big day. A lot happened.”

Of course a lot happened. You were still leaking their cum. “Nothing that Divine Mother didn’t intend.” You say as if its obvious.

He sighs. “Right.”

Pope was waiting outside the door of the intended room. His smile grew when he saw you, walking over to place a hand on your cheek and kiss you. “Good morning, my beautiful wife.”

Wife… something so magical about that word.

Pope thanks Jonah and dismisses him, turning you to the doorway and opening it. “I have a surprise for you, bebita.”

When the door opens, you gasp as you’re led inside. Canvases fill the room as did papers, paints, pencils…

“How… how did you know…” You whisper in awe, your heart swelling at the gesture. He loved you, he really loved you and wanted you to be happy here. You were so lucky, so lucky to be adored like this, to be adored by him especially. Pope had worked his way deep into your heart in a matter of days. He was everything to you now, he was your world. You belonged to him, every single inch of your heart, your body, your mind, your faith was him.

“I’m the god of love, I know what mi amada needs… I’ll always know.” He stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your body, the body that belongs to him, and kisses your neck. “I can’t wait to see what you paint, Madonna…”

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But! Thoughts on Iris, and our new boy, Reyansh?

Not a super eventful chapter and i felt like Madonna have said like 10 words this whole fic but this has been the set up, now we can move forward! If you read TWW, LO was practically silent for the first few chapters.

Now they ceremony is done and she's married and already v attached and brainwashed.

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Multi-Part Stories

Endings and Beginnings Part 2 - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)

CW: Pregnancy, Labor and Delivery (Part 2)

Summary: It's Maverick's retirement party but Rooster's far more concerned about you, his pregnant wife, than anything else.

COMPLETED

The Ironies of Life Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 - Fem!OC (Naomi)

CW: (Unplanned) Pregnancy, Exes, Angst, Mentions of Vomit

Summary: A few weeks after breaking up with her long-term boyfriend because he wouldn't commit to marriage and kids, Naomi finds out that she's pregnant with his baby.

COMPLETED

One Captain's Daughter Part 2 Part 3 - Fem!OC (Amara Mitchell-Blackwood)

CW: Forbidden Relationship, Exes to Lovers

Summary: Amara Blackwood-Mitchell arrives in Miramar for her next assignment. And she can't stop running into familiar faces along the way.

DISCONTINUED

The Benjamin Effect Part 2 - Fem!OC (Kate Benjamin-Mitchell)

CW: Daddy Issues, (Very Much Adult) Age Gap Relationship, Enemies to Lovers, Childhood Rivals to Lovers

Summary: With Maverick and Penny's wedding drawing closer, Rooster is called upon to convince Maverick and Penny's first daughter, Kate, to come around to the idea. Of course, Rooster and Kate have their own history to work through and Kate is definitely not going to make it easy for him.

PART 3 COMING SOON

The Boss [*] Part 2 [*] - Fem!Reader

CW: Bodyguard AU; Power Imbalance; Implied Age Gap (Still VERY MUCH Legal); Stabbing; Death Threats; Referenced Nudity/Showers; Light Angst; Reader is a Bit of a Brat

Summary: You and your bodyguard, Rooster, are at odds when he tries to keep you locked in the safe house.

COMPLETED

If You Met Me First Part 2 - Warrant Officer!Fem!Reader (Echo)

CW: 'In Love with Someone Already in a Relationship' Trope; Bar Fight; Not Healthy Relationship Dynamics; Jealousy

Summary: Rooster confessed to Echo that he was in love with her before the mission. One minor problem: she has a boyfriend.

COMPLETED

The Love of a Princess Part 2 - Simpson!OC (Princess Alexandra)

CW: Royal AU; Set in 1920s/1930s; Bodyguard AU; Implied Very Much Legal Age Gap; Sexism; Angst; War and Politics; Eventual Non-Descript and/or Implied Sexual Content

Summary: When Princess Alexandra is sent to the countryside to allow her father, King Beau, to deal with pressing state issues, she views it as a banishment. But with Lieutenant Bradshaw of the Royal Navy accompanying her, perhaps she can finally find the freedom she's been searching for her whole life.

DISCONTINUED

Three Generations Universe (Dad!Brad)

Dad! and Husband!Rooster. Wife!Reader is not name nor is she physically described. OC!Bradshaw son is named Kai with the 'callsign' Duckie. Limited physical description (i.e. 'he has his dad's smile') but nothing that would indicate race/ethnicity

CW: (Referenced) Biological Child (Kai), I don't think there's anything major, but this will be updated as extra segments are uploaded

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Three Generations

Summary: Rooster is married. Maverick found out when the paperwork got filed with the Navy, but he doesn’t have a chance to ask Rooster about it until after the mission

A Day with Duckie

Summary: Maverick takes Kai to the zoo for the day and finds out why Rooster was so insistent upon needing a babysitter.

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Wedding Day - Fem!Reader

CW: Mentions of Pregnancy

Summary: It's Bradley's wedding day and he can't wait to see his wife.

First Word - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)

Summary: You and Rooster make a bet about your daughter's first word.

First Time Father - Gen Fic

CW: Hospital Visits, Light Angst

Summary: It's Rooster's first time alone with his baby daughter. But when she comes down with a fever under his watch, Rooster seriously doubts his abilities as a father.

Don't Go to Bed Angry - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)

CW: Arguments; Martial Strife; Storming Off; Some Angst

Summary: You and Rooster have an argument and he storms off.

Grand-Mav and Baby Chick - Gen Fic

CW: Parental Stress; Implied IceMav

Summary: Rooster needs a babysitter for his son last minute. Maverick volunteers.

Lost in History - Kazansky!OC (Delilah)

CW: Cheating/Infidelity (Does Not Actually Occur, But is Discussed); Fighting (Verbal and Briefly Physical); Angst; Serious Misunderstandings (You'll See); Anger/Rage; Crying

Summary: Rooster finds his girlfriend and Hangman having dinner one night in Hangman's house. He reacts accordingly.

Bumping Beach Bikini - Wife!Reader

CW: Pregnancy

Summary: Rooster admires the view of his pregnant wife on the beach.

Honey, I'm Home - Wife!Reader

CW: Kids; Talk of Pregnancy but Not Actually

Summary: Rooster comes home from work and takes care of his family.

Merry Ex-Mas - Naval Officer!Reader

CW: Cheating/Infidelity (Not Between Reader and Rooster); Implied Sexual Content/Suggestive Content

Summary: After surprising your boyfriend doesn’t go as planned, you spend Christmas with Rooster.

What if I Never Get Over You? - Naval Aviator!Reader (Callsign: Nova)

CW: Exes To Lovers; Jealousy; Somewhat Toxic Relationships; Implied Sexual Content

Summary: Rooster and Nova broke up a few months ago. With the Dagger Squad party looming, can they prove that they're over each other?

Target Acquired - Female!Reader

Summary: Amelia gets her first period while Rooster is left in charge of her. He is forced to ask for help from the first woman he sees, which just so happens to be you.

Life's Too Short - GN!Reader

CW: Toxic Work Environment; Angst

Summary: Your life has been completely taken over by your toxic job. Rooster gives you the support you need to leave it behind.

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into the beat of the night (ch 3) "self control"

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pairing: frankie morales/enby!oc!river price (they/them) rating: 18+ (minors dni) chapter warnings: fingering, one (1) handjob, discussions of sexuality/gender (in an... interesting way), goth stereotypes abound, swearing, more cute shit word count: 3k dividers by @saradika beta: @scenaaario (ily adrienne ♥)

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series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

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“What’s their name again?”

“River. I already told you, Benjamin,” Frankie chuckled, taking a drink from his beer.

“Right, sorry. I’ve just never met a non… what was it again?”

Frankie, Benny, Will, and Santiago were at their usual bar that night. It was in a different part of town than The Night Owl, with a completely different vibe, but it was cozy. The four of them had become regulars and knew the staff by name.

“Non-binary person,” Will said, shoving Benny on the shoulder. “Are you listening at all?”

Benny shot his brother a look and stuck his tongue out, because apparently Benny was still five. “Of course I’m listening! Non-bi-nar-y,” he sounded it out, tapping his finger on the table with each syllable. “What does, uh… What does that like, mean, Fish?”

Frankie furrowed his brows and took another drink. “I haven’t actually asked yet. All they told me is that they’re like… both, and neither, at the same time.” He hummed thoughtfully. “I was a little distracted after that and didn’t get to ask.”

Santiago grinned, slapping Frankie on the shoulder. “Good for you, Fish.”

Frankie rolled his eyes, but smiled, thinking about the kiss he shared with River the other night. They kept texting, and he’d even asked River out on a real date, which brought the guys to the bar. It had been a year or so since his last date and he needed advice on where to take someone like River. He wasn’t as familiar with the goth subculture and thought maybe his brothers would have experience. At the very least Ben, who’d been with a few different kinds of people.

“I did look it up that night after I got home, but I’m still a little confused,” Frankie shrugged.

“Just ask them, man,” Will offered. “They seemed cool with your first question.”

Frankie nodded, a look of determination crossing his features. “You’re right. It couldn’t hurt, right?”

Frankie was sweating. Marisol was with her mom this week, so he hadn’t had to worry about having that conversation yet. He was planning on telling River about her tonight. He checked his hair in the mirror again before he left, deciding to go without his hat tonight, but worried all his nerves would deflate the work he put into it. He sighed as he messed around with the unruly curls again. This is why he stuck to hats. Frankie’s phone vibrated on the bathroom counter, startling him.

ok im ready, eddie 😉

River still thought it was hilarious that Frankie had worn an Iron Maiden t-shirt to a goth club, claiming that it fit his “old man aesthetic”, whatever that meant. This led to River referring to Frankie as “Eddie”, after the band’s skeleton mascot.

Yeah yeah i’m coming

Frankie saw the typing dots appear and disappear a couple times before disappearing completely. He sighed to himself and checked his hair one last time before leaving his apartment.

When he got to the neighborhood of the address River had given him, he checked his phone again, making sure he was in the right place. He slowly crept up the hill towards the last line of apartments and immediately his heart started pounding. Frankie really liked River. He didn’t want to fuck this up, and hoped him being a dad wouldn’t ruin that. Or his big dumb mouth.

River was standing at the bottom of the staircase of the apartment complex and waved, a huge grin on their face. Frankie stopped the truck and leaned over to open the passenger side door for them to climb inside. The scent of bergamot, clove, and sandalwood filled his nostrils again as the truck door shut. Frankie calmed down, and smiled, leaning over to give River a kiss on the cheek. “You look amazing,” he breathed, taking in River’s outfit; they had a collarless shirt buttoned up all the way, tucked into plaid pants, and nice dress shoes. All black, of course. They wore no lipstick today, their makeup was simple, and their hair was perfectly straight. It looked like they’d freshly shaved the right side of their head as well. River’s look was so new for Frankie, he couldn’t help being captivated by them every time he saw them.

“Thank you,” River smiled, heart skipping a beat. “Where are we off to?” They rested their ring-clad hand over Frankie’s larger one in between the two of them on the seat. “When you said it was a surprise, I admit I got a little nervous.”

Frankie placed his hand on the back of the truck seat and looked behind them as he backed up to leave the apartment complex. River’s eyes were glued to Frankie’s neck and subtly licked their lips at the sight of the thick muscles and veins. Their eyes moved up to Frankie’s side profile and they swooned.

“How come? Don’t trust me?” Frankie smirked, making eye contact before his eyes moved to the road, and started heading toward their destination.

River shrugged, even though they knew he couldn’t see them. “Maybe. Maybe not,” they smirked. The red light of the clock on the console caught River’s eye; 7:30pm.

“Well, that’s a shame. I had a nice dinner planned and everything,” Frankie showed them an exaggerated pout, a twinkle in his eye.

“Oh, well, in that case.”

The restaurant Frankie picked might’ve been a little more… casual, then he remembered. The last time he was here was with Jackson. He shook off the memory. He was here with River now. The place was actually more like a diner, with vintage photos of women in pinup-style outfits and poses.

Frankie reached for River’s hand and laced their fingers together as he found them a table, letting River sit first.

“Such a gentleman,” River teased, squeezing his hand before getting comfy in the booth.

“I try,” Frankie smiled bashfully as he joined them on the opposite side. The light shining down onto the table lit River beautifully. He noticed that River’s button-up was actually a dark green, with subtle velvet roses all over.

They ordered their food and made easy conversation. River talked about their job as an architect. They were working on designing a building that was be built in the next couple of years in the city. Frankie found it fascinating but couldn’t focus on the words, too distracted by their calming voice and watching their mannerisms. River talked with their hands a lot whenever they got excited about something, and Frankie thought it was adorable.

“Sorry, I know I’m rambling now,” River shook their head, cutting themself off. Frankie frowned,mouth full of french fries.

“Please, continue, I don’t mind listening.”

So River did. They talked about anything and everything. Frankie interjected here and there, but was more than content to listen to River talk. When there was a lull in the conversation, Frankie’s palms started to get sweaty. Their plates were empty now, but River still had half of their milkshake left.

It was now or never. Frankie took a deep breath.

“So… I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” he started. River raised an eyebrow and rested their chin on the palm of their hand, listening. Frankie cleared his throat before continuing. “Um, so I know this is a dealbreaker for some people, so I won’t be offended if you want to stop things after tonight. B-But I would like to stay friends if that’s the case.” He rubbed his sweaty hands on his thighs. “I’ve got a daughter.”

River was quiet for a second before a small smile appeared on their face. “I’m actually not surprised. How old is she?”

“You’re not?”

“Of course not. You’re an incredibly handsome man of a certain age–”

“Hey.”

“And any woman would be stupid not to make an honest man outta you,” River winked.

Frankie blinked a couple times before chuckling softly. River continued to surprise him. “Well, her mother isn’t in the picture, at least not with me. Marisol, my daughter, sees her half the time, and stays with me the other half of the time,” he explained, crossing his arms comfortably over the table. “Oh, and she’s four.”

“Aww, can I see a picture of her?”

Frankie’s heart fluttered as pulled his phone out, opening the album of photos devoted just to his little girl. He slid his phone over to River and they started scrolling through the photos with a smile on their face.

“She’s adorable, Frankie,” River hummed, returning his phone back to him. “I can tell you think the world of her. I won’t lie, I’m not really… uh, a kid kind of person. I always just planned on being the cool cousin and not a parent,” they muttered, resting their chin on their palm again.

Frankie nodded in understanding. “I totally get that. I just figured it wouldn’t be fair to you, or to Marisol, to keep her a secret, y’know?”

“Absolutely, and I appreciate you telling me,” River nodded back. “But I like you. A lot. And I’m willing to give this a shot with you. So I don’t think Marisol is a dealbreaker.”

Frankie’s heart soared at River’s words. “I really like you, too,” he grinned like an idiot, cheeks warm. “C’mon, we still have another part to this date.” He stood up and held his hand out for River to take.

After paying, the two found themselves back in Frankie’s truck heading down the highway. It was starting to get darker and the roads were clearing. They pulled up to a drive-in, but there weren’t any other cars.

“What is this, Grease?” River teased. “A diner and then a drive-in movie?”

Frankie snorted and reached out his window to pay for their tickets before finding somewhere to park. “I happen to like drive-in movies and diners, thank you very much.”

“That’s because you’re old–”

“I’m only a few years older than you,” Frankie deadpanned.

“Details.”

About a third of the way into the original Halloween, Frankie put his arm around River’s shoulders and pulled them close. River happily cuddled into Frankie’s side, loving the warmth and softness they found there.

Halfway through, River’s eyes started wandering elsewhere. They looked down at the crotch of Frankie’s jeans, and wondered what lay beyond the tight denim. They looked up at Frankie’s face and kissed the little patch in his beard that refused to grow hair. Frankie looked down at them, deep brown eyes looking over River’s features. He went from their dark-rimmed eyes, to their collarbone, and back to their plush lips, his heart pounding. He didn’t need any further convincing and started kissing River deeply, holding the side of their face.

River hummed into Frankie’s mouth and slowly crawled into Frankie’s lap. They grinned as Frankie huffed a breath against their lips, holding River’s hips in his large hands. River kissed the corner of Frankie’s mouth before moving down to the side of his neck and sucked a mark where his neck met his shoulder. Frankie shuddered, moving a hand down and squeezing River’s ass. They lifted their head and looked at the far-away expression on his face.

“Are you one of those guys that doesn’t like to fool around on the first date?”

Frankie blinked up at River, thinking about it. “I mean, no, but–” “Good,” River growled, latching back onto Frankie’s neck and sucking hard.

Frankie moaned openly at that, but pulled them away. “Wait,” he breathed. River tilted their head to the side and didn’t say anything, letting Frankie continue. “Um, I had another question.”

“Okay.”

“Well, uh. I don’t mean to kill the mood, because God, I really wanna get back to that, b-but I was curious,” Frankie swallowed, not making eye contact again. “I looked up what non-binary was after you told me and I was a little confused, and basically I just– Um, I wanna know like, how… this would… work,” he trailed off, gesturing between the two of them and at the bulge in his jeans.

“You’re asking what I have so you know how to proceed.” It was a statement, not a question, said softly in understanding. River played with the curls at the back of Frankie’s neck.

Frankie nodded. “If that’s an invasive question, I’m really sorry, and–”

“Shh,” River chuckled, pecking Frankie on the cheek. “It’s okay, I promise. I’m not offended. You’re actually being really sweet about all of this. I know this is new for you.”

Frankie smiled shyly and shrugged, but let them continue.

“I was raised as a girl. ‘Assigned female at birth’, is typically what we call it,” River looked down, playing with the collar of Frankie’s shirt. “You were assigned male at birth. The doctors looked at your parts and decided that’s what you were, and you never felt like it was incorrect, right?”

Frankie nodded, listening carefully.

“Right. Well, it felt wrong to me. I didn’t really know what the feeling was growing up. It’s actually kind of a recent development for me.”

Frankie chewed on his bottom lip, one question still buzzing around his head. “How do you… How did you know? And did you… have any… surgeries? To um–” he didn’t know how to word any of this.

River laughed softly. “Yeah, I had top surgery. I no longer have breasts, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. Everything below the belt is still intact,” they grinned, moving their crotch closer to Frankie’s. “The complicated answer, especially for someone so new to this, is that gender is a societal thing. How you’re perceived, presented to the world is just through the eyes of society. How you see yourself is what actually matters, though. And when all that societal bullshit doesn’t affect your life, the roles you’re ‘supposed’ to play don’t matter anymore.”

“I’m River. River is me. I don’t care how people see me. I did all of this,” they gestured to their body. “For me. Not for anyone else. Because if I didn’t, I would be unhappy. And my own mental health and happiness matters more than some so-called church-going do-gooder’s opinion.”

Frankie looked at River in awe. Their confidence and respect for themself was one of the most attractive things he’d ever seen. “You’re amazing,” Frankie breathed, surging forward to kiss them deeply. He gripped River’s ass again and pulled them closer, grinding his hardening cock against them.

River moaned softly, grinding back, and tangling their fingers into his hair. Suddenly, Frankie pulled back, catching his breath.

“Wait, does that, like…” He thought for a second. “While I was doing my research, I came across a couple other terms I didn’t know.”

River chuckled and kissed down Frankie’s neck softly. “Go on.”

Frankie’s breath hitched, speaking shakily. “Um, I’ve always considered myself b-bisexual– oh– a-and if non-binary people are technically a th-third gender, then does that change?”

“No,” River hummed, licking underneath Frankie’s ear, before taking the lobe into their mouth and nibbling.

“It doesn’t?”

River shook their head. “Bisexual is more like an umbrella term. People interpret it differently,” they reached a hand down between them, trailing their fingers to Frankie’s belt buckle and undoing it. “For example, you’ve always assumed it just meant you were attracted to men and women, right?”

Frankie moaned softly as the pressure was relieved from his hard cock, and nodded.

“Exactly. Another way you could see it is you being attracted to people that are like you,” they gripped Frankie’s cock tightly, making him gasp sharply. “And people who aren’t.” They grabbed his hand and placed it onto their crotch, grinding against him.

He was so hard he was throbbing, and so turned on his head spun. He started undoing River’s dress pants and slipped his hand down to their panties, finding their pussy impossibly warm and wet.

“Fuck,” Frankie groaned, rubbing at their clit through the fabric of their underwear. River moaned sweetly and bit their bottom lip, moving Frankie’s boxer briefs out of the way so they could grip around his cock.

“You’re so hard,” River grinned, rubbing their thumb over the tip. They started stroking him slowly, watching as the head of Frankie’s cock appeared and disappeared underneath the foreskin.

Frankie was breathing heavily, resting his head on the back of his seat and looking at River through his lashes. He moved the tips of his fingers in small circles for a few moments before he moved his fingers beneath their underwear and touched bare skin. River gasped at the contact and nodded, giving him permission. Frankie slowly sunk his middle finger inside them and started pumping in and out. His thumb rubbed in time against their clit. River started moaning louder, throwing their head back to expose their throat to him.

Frankie saw an opening and latched his mouth onto their neck, marking them in return as his free hand held the back of River’s head. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he groaned, biting at River’s skin.

River shuddered at the praise, rocking their hips against Frankie’s hand. “‘M close,” they whined, panting down at him. They started to lose their rhythm on Frankie’s cock and squeezed him tightly in their fist. Frankie nodded in understanding and started moving his fingers faster, adding a second one as the slick sounds coming from between River’s legs filled the truck.

“C’mon, baby. You gonna come for me?” he breathed against their neck, leaving soft kisses against their skin. The contrast between what his mouth and what his hand were doing was overwhelming and River wouldn’t change it for the world.

River nodded, their brows moving downward in pleasure before stilling above him as they came. Their hips rocked back and forth over Frankie’s hand as they came down, moaning and biting their lip.

The sight of River coming was enough for Frankie and his cock twitched hard as he erupted all over River’s hand. He grunted and hid his face in their neck as his balls emptied messily. He whined softly, twitching in the aftershocks.

River giggled quietly and held him close after licking their hand clean. “Gonna have to blow you next time,” they hummed thoughtfully.

Frankie groaned as his oversensitive cock twitched between them. “Don’t say shit like that while I’m still vulnerable, you menace.”

River bit his cheek, then kissed it softly. “You love it.”

He did. He really did.

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Sweet Home Alabama Masterlist

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OC (Linley Mitchell/Linley Floyd), Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OC (Linley Mitchell/Linley Floyd)

Status: In-Progress

Last Updated: 01/27/2024

A/N: This story does not start explicit but does get there. Minors do not interact. This story is 18+. This story is for @cherrycola27, and @thedroneranger because their unending love for the movie is what prompted me to create this AU. This will hold mostly true to the movie, but I'm going to update parts of it which I've never really liked. I hope you all love it!

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Themes: angst, love, smut, attraction

Summary: Linley Floyd left Pigeon Creek, Alabama and all she was, including the name she was born with, in the rear view mirror seven years ago when she moved to New York. When her boyfriend and she's sure, the love of her life, proposes, she finds herself right back in the place where everything began, Pigeon Creek, Alabama. She has to face down some old demons, and fix some broken relationships to get a divorce from her husband, all so she can marry the man she truly loves. What happens in Pigeon Creek after that proves that sometimes, home is where the heart is, even when you don't know it.

Characters

Jake Seresin

Linley Floyd a.k.a Linley Mitchell

Bobby Ray Floyd

Natasha Trace

Penny Benjamin (nee Seresin)

Amelia Benjamin

Pete Mitchell

Bradley Bradshaw

Carole Bradshaw

Mickey Garcia

Reuben Fitch

Beau Simpson

Lightning Never Strikes the Same Place Twice

Welcome to New York

Country Roads, Take Me Home

Home (Not So) Sweet Home

Love Conquers All (Supposedly)

The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Decisions

This Is The End (Of What Used to Be)

Trouble's More Than A Word (It's A State Of Being)

Catfish and Dog Cemeteries

Roosters and Reenactment Day

Non-Sibi Sed Patriae

A Clean Slate

A Lawyer's Lament and Deep South Glass

Shot through the Heart, But You're to Blame (You Give Love A Bad Name)

Sweet Home Alabama

Epilogue - Home is Where the Heart Is

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yeah tell us about sean the ugly baby

okay so,

back in february I got bored and wanted to draw a character of mine from an rp group, but I didn't have any ideas. So I simply put him into the sims and drew what happened and posted it to the group. I chose Sims 2 for the variety, and went in. Making a 2000's version of my oc, Frankie, to do silly things for me to draw and my friends to giggle at:

And it was silly and fun! But during this, he ended up getting abducted by aliens, which was absolutely hilarious at the time.

However, in the sims series, there's an odd little thing that happens. Male sims that were abducted by aliens have a chance to come back pregnant. Well in the Sims 2: male sims were guaranteed to come back pregnant, only in later expansions did they introduce the possibility of it not happening.

So he got pregnant. whatever, just a bunch of mpreg jokes. Right? Well it turns out there's a small chance that Alien babies end up with their human parent's eyes! Which wouldn't be so bad with the base eyes, but I happen to use custom content.

So I was expecting this:

and I got this:

which was SO HORRIFYING and not what I was expecting. It took all my willpower to not name this baby something mean like "Beebo the Ugly child". So I named him Sean. Because that was the first non-mean name I could think of.

Of course, my character loved and cared for him. After all, he was a kind person who would love his mpreg baby no matter how ugly he was.

I however, did not.

I hoped that he might just be an ugly baby, and that he'll grow out of it as he gets older.

He did not.

he got UGLIER.

This horrifying Benjamin Button ass space creation haunted my home for 4 sim days. We prayed once again, that he was simply an ugly duckling. That he was simply going to grow into more age-appropriate features.

Sean once again, disappointed me.

It was torture having to care for a sim I hated so much, but couldn't be cruel to because it was simply out of character for my ocs to hate him. Sean got treated with the utmost kindness. He got everything a child could hope for.

Didn't stop me from making jokes though.

#simon says #ask #sims 2 #art #my art #ocs #I hope you guys find this as funny as I do #I worry that the rp lore and context is too heavily intertwined with this but also I think Sean's ugliness is universal #And my hatred for this child knows no bounds #I still think the toddler stage was the worst #he fucking looked like spock but specifically the old man version and specifically if spock had shrek for a father #I don't plan on playing the household anymore but if I ever did I would absolutely keep giving Sean a good life despite how I hate him #he deserves a good life and it is my duty to give it to him despite the fact that he keeps giving me the blue eyed stare

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Yearning (Homelander x OC)

18+ | 4.5k, yearning, slow-ish burn, spidersona oc, conqueror!au homelander, description of a corpse, pre-relationship pining, shared shower, first kiss, mild-ish smut, thigh riding, web-hole oral, finger sucking, 'i love you's, hurt/comfort | Fic Directory

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He is the one who makes Homelander want to change everything. He is the one who brings warmth to these cold ruins, who smiles sunshine over this ashen world. He, who captured the heart of the god of death and destruction, is life and rejuvenation.

He is kindness. Light. Peace.

He is the god of love, and he is everything to the god of death.

He is the calming stillness that greets bloodied, shaking hands. He is the balm that soothes the ache, the water that quenches the agonizing thirst. He is the hand that pulls souls from the rubble of fury and pain and breathes relief into their lungs.

He is simply Benjamin, and Homelander has no idea how he ever survived without him.

Who would he be if those eyes hadn't cried on him the first time he delivered death in their presence? Who would he be without the hand that holds his while he judges the unworthy? How many lives have been spared simply because Benjamin was in the room?

Too many. Far, far too many. God has softened his grip on his kingdom.

And yet, they've not even shared their first kiss. Since his adventure in the other world, Homelander has always known they were destined to be together. They were a force transcending their own universe. He just had to wait.

And wait.

He had to show Benjamin that there was something inside of him worth loving. That he was more than a reaper, more than pain.

There was love inside, buried so very deep– but it was there.

It is there.

He demands only the best for his Benjamin. The best food, the best drinks, the best clothing and bedsheets. He even has his own room in the tower. A new, special super suit tailored to compliment his own. The boy didn’t understand at first. Why in the world would he lavish such things upon his assistant?

Because he was more than that, obviously. He was more than a footstool, more than a blood bag, more than meat meant to do his bidding. Benjamin had heard the rumors surrounding the comings and goings of those who came before him, but the position paid exceptionally well and he was drowning in a world of financial misery. He was prepared to be a doormat for the rest of his days just to get by, but he was surprised one day to find his debts wiped away. Student loans settled, transition related surgeries paid off– his fucking credit score at a perfect 850 all within one week’s time of starting his new job.

When he expressed his glee about such an odd and godsent occurrence, Homelander simply winked at him.

By all means, he could quit this daunting job and focus on his heroics, but something stops him. Not the material things, not the gifts or the rush of power when he realizes that the god of this world has chosen him as his favorite– no, none of that.

It’s when that god looks at him with big, doe-like eyes that he feels something telling him to stick around. The first time Homelander ever took his hand, Ben knew something in that man needed him. Maybe it was the tremble in his touch, or the overwhelmingly sad look in his eyes, but Ben decided to stay for Homelander.

Every day, they grew closer. Every day, Benjamin chipped away at an exterior made of steel, revealing bits and pieces of a scared, lonely, pained man underneath. God may rule his kingdom, but he is alone.

Well, he was alone.

He’s not anymore. When it all hurts too much, he knows where to go. He doesn’t have to turn a town into a crater or eviscerate a gaggle of non-believers; he can go to Benjamin. He can float down to that window and find a warm heart that will shield him from the pain. He’ll find a shoulder to lay his head on and a hand to hold.

The next day, he’ll realize he’d miraculously fallen asleep, and the boy did everything possible to make him comfortable. Removed his boots, detached his eagle epaulets, tucked a blanket around him. Then, beside him on the floor, he’ll peer down and find Benjamin sleeping peacefully.

He’ll feel something akin to pain tugging at his heart, but it’s more than that. It’s so much more.

He’ll wake the boy with a thumb stroking at his cheek and a smile fit to melt glaciers.

“Wake up, little spider…”

He feels privileged to lay beside him in any capacity, though he wishes his lovely Benjamin hadn’t slept on the floor. Homelander realizes that he wants to see those beautiful brown eyes flutter open every morning for the rest of his life.

Sometimes they would run around the city together. Ben would swing while he followed closely behind. They would make it a game of chase, or sometimes just a simple race. They liked to hang out on top of the Queensboro Bridge, on the tower overlooking the decimated ruins of Rikers. Mostly, though, they enjoyed the perches of the Chrysler Building at night time. Sometimes they talked about everything. Other times, they just enjoyed the silence and each other.

Regardless of location, Benjamin would hold his hand. He never mentions the tremble, never laughs at how nervous it all makes him. Instead, he asks–

“Are you cold?”

He snorts a laugh. He’s full of padding and has enough V pumping hot through his veins to kill most supes. Is he cold?

What a beautiful thing to be asked.

“Are you?” He counters. He’s thrilled when the bug nods. Thrilled to pull him closer, arm around his shoulder, eyes cooking up a faint glow.

“Trust me?” He asks.

Benjamin looks at him with raised brows, clearly a little nervous at the idea.

“I– Yeah. Yeah, I trust you.”

He has the bug tilt his head back and he flickers the weakest beam of heat he’s ever conjured over various parts of his body. The moan of contentment sends a shiver down his spine and it took a titanic level of self control not to focus that beam of heat right between his legs. It’s the first time he’s ever used his powers for something so… gentle.

Ben ends up in his lap before long. He’s thankful for the cup in his suit.

He wakes the next day in Benjamin’s room.

In his bed.

Beside him.

Clad in only his briefs, he slides a leg through their shared warmth beneath the blankets until he can hook it around one of Ben’s. They did nothing more than sleep beside each other, but it’s the most intimate feeling in the world to him.

He’s never slept better before in his entire life.

A lopsided grin spreads across his face and he snuggles up close to his little spider. An arm around his waist confirms he, too, is only in his underwear. He dances a thumb in circles over a hipbone. It’s the most he dares to do.

Ben is a heavy sleeper and a late riser. Even the sun blasting through the curtains isn’t enough to rouse him.

He dozes off once more.

There comes a day when he finally snaps. Some nuisance in the staffing department combined with too many unwanted, painful flashbacks in one day, and it leads to a bloody mess painting an office.

He wants to eviscerate whoever called Benjamin in to fucking handle it.

He’d lingered too long, remained at the scene– but what other choice did he have? Run the risk of his little spider seeing him like this?

As fate would have it, neither choice would spare him the shame.

Benjamin walks in and his eyes go wide. Homelander swears he sees fear, horror, disappointment, disgust– everything he’s never wanted to see reflected in those precious brown eyes.

He tries to speak, reach out a hand, anything– but he doesn’t want to scare him.

The body on the floor is torn in two. The head of it is a pulpy pile of muck just mere feet away.

What were they thinking, sending Benjamin in here? Worse yet, what is he thinking when he takes a step inside? There’s blood everywhere. It stains the white soles of his shoes the second he comes closer.

And closer.

Closer.

Homelander steps back with each of Ben’s movements. His chest heaves with frantic breaths.

It’s not supposed to be like this! He’s good! He’s good, he’s good, he’s good– he’s not bad! He’s– He’s tried so fucking hard to be good!

His back presses against a bookshelf. He can feel the heat radiating from his own eyes and it must feel so hot as Ben comes even closer.

“It’s okay,” he reassures. “It’s just us. It’ll be alright, Johnny.”

Johnny.

Oh, how he loves that name. Loves to hear it, loves to be called it, loves to know he’s still worth being called something so wonderful.

When his little spider slips his stained gloves off and grasps his bare hands, he crumbles. It’s the first time he’s ever cried in front of him.

“Please don’t hate me…”

He even falls to his fucking knees. It’s so much worse when Ben follows him down.

He hides his face against Ben’s neck. He remembers the day he dematerialized in the other world. How the Benjamin there hugged him through the panic, through the fear. Told him what he needed to hear.

Just like his Ben is doing now.

“I could never hate you.”

He hates himself for crying harder.

There is no lecture for what he’s done. There’s tears– his own and Ben’s– but the bug doesn’t torture him with talk of why he was wrong, why he shouldn’t have done it, nothing.

Ben leads him out into the hallway. Has Homelander keep his eyes locked on him as they make their way to the elevator. They ascend higher and higher. Ben keeps his hand pressed to the back of Homelander’s neck. Comforting and grounding. The fingers that dance through the bloody, sticky nape of his neck are even more so.

It’s not the penthouse that Benjamin brings him to, but rather his own apartment.

“Let’s get you out of that, okay?”

His pride goes up in flames when Ben sees his body for the first time.

His totally unsculpted, normal body. A far shot from what the suit makes him look like.

But the bug doesn’t say anything about it. Doesn't make any faces. Just collects the soiled material and tosses it into a laundry basket.

Homelander sits nearly naked and vulnerable on the seat of the toilet.

Ben turns the shower on and offers him privacy, but he’s so quick to snag him by the wrist and wordlessly beg him to stay.

There’s still a light tremble in Ben’s hand. He hates himself for causing it.

“How do you wanna do this?” Ben asks him.

He chews his lower lip and casts his gaze down to the floor. Curse him and all of his stupid fucking inhibitions; he always goes quiet when the bad things happen.

“Do you want me to just sit in here?” Ben gives him a moment to nod.

He doesn’t.

“Do you want me to– I mean, I can get in and help if that’s what you need.”

He gives the weakest confirmation.

“Please…”

Homelander has peeked under Ben’s clothes countless times– seen him naked and writhing in the other world– but the sight of him so close is… He’s breathtaking. Homelander’s praying he doesn’t end up hard from the sight of him stripped down to his underwear.

Benjamin offers for him to keep his briefs on, but he takes them off before stepping in. Might as well.

The bug keeps his underwear on, but little is left to the imagination when the water soaks the fabric. Homelander shuts his eyes to keep himself under control.

His mind runs with the image anyway. With the touches to his bloodied face and neck, the scratches to his scalp.

Benjamin washes him with such care. He tries to return the favor and he’s so damn clumsy about it that he’d kick his own ass if he could.

Just the same as the bug did for him, he lathers a soft cleanser over his face and neck. Rubs it in little circles, thumbs it over his cheekbones, into his brows and onto his forehead. Ben’s eyes are closed.

He still trusts him even after what he saw.

Washing his hair is a joy in and of itself. Sudsing up those brown locks, combing through them with his fingers, shaping them into weird styles. The giggle from his little spider brought the first smile to his face since Ben had found him.

He cleans Ben’s hands of dried blood, too. Even tries his best to get it all out from underneath his nails. Benjamin doesn’t deserve to be stained with his sins. The god of death should never tarnish the god of love.

The god of death should never tarnish the god of love.

And yet, he’s leaning in anyway. Some flicker of confidence, some bubble of courage to do it– but he can’t.

He can’t ruin this sweet boy with his love.

He rests their foreheads together instead. Shuts his eyes and lets the water flow over them. It won’t run cold– Vought Tower has tons of hot water– but they stay there long enough that it should’ve.

Ben dries him. Dresses him in his own clothes. They’re so soft… They smell so nice– like him. The shirt is a little tight, but he doesn’t mind. Not when it’s Ben’s.

They lay on the bed together. Neither says a word. Neither needs to.

Ben ends up ordering food from the staff chefs.

“You gotta eat something, pumpkin.” He tells him.

Pumpkin.

That’s what the other Ben always called his Homelander.

“Here,” the bug holds up a fork wound tight with pasta. Somehow it looks more appetizing than the identical bowl Homelander had been reluctantly poking at. Probably had more to do with the person offering it than anything else. “It won’t bite. Promise. That's your job.”

He leans in and takes the bite with downcast eyes.

“Attaboy!”

But that… That makes his eyes go wide and his cheeks flush. Maybe he should eat his food after all.

Their conversations lead into an explanation of what happened earlier. He tells it as simply as he can.

He got overwhelmed. A bad, bad day. A horrible day. And then some fucking meeting happened and he saw red when the employee made an offhand, snarky comment.

Ben nods along until the end. He doesn’t interrupt Homelander. Doesn’t critique or shun him. He just listens.

Nobody’s ever done that before. Nobody but him. Madelyn would have put her foot up his ass in some form or another. Same with Maeve. Stan would’ve torn him down bit by bit. Vogelbaum would’ve ordered corrective measures…

Ben just listens.

“Next time,” his little spider takes his hand. “Just find me instead.”

What?

“We can handle it together, y’know?”

He doesn’t know what to do with that at all.

A week later, he's lounging in Benjamin's room while the web-head practices playing his guitar. He's never been one for music, but Ben's playing is incredibly soothing.

“Any words to that one?” He asks out of the blue.

“Yeah, but I can't sing for shit.” Ben hums a laugh.

“Doubt that,” Homelander sighs. “You're you. You can do anything.”

Ben looks at him with a bashful grin, but Homelander's eyes are shut and he doesn't see.

“Alright, you asked for it.” He strums a slow chord progression.

“I thought that I had everybody by my side.”

“Then I went and blew it, all sky high.”

“And now she won't even spare a passing glance.”

Homelander peeked over in excited anticipation.

“All because I… RIPPED MY PANTS!”

Ben breaks out into giggles over a joke Homelander's certainly not in on, but strums away nonetheless. He doesn't sing along, but his laughter was music enough.

“I don't get it,” he deadpans when the playing stops.

“Ehh, after your time.” Ben winks. “Not that you're old or anything. It's from SpongeBob. It's funny, trust me.”

“Christ.” John groans. “If you say so.”

Ben sets the instrument down with a wide smile on his face and plops onto the bed by Homelander.

“Cute when you're confused.” Ben says casually, but his eyes widen and his cheeks flush the second he realizes what he said. “S-Sorry, I mean–”

“Oh, really?” Homelander props himself on his elbow to look directly at his little spider. His grin cuts from ear to ear, thrilled beyond measure at such a slip up. “What's cute about me, huh?”

Ben shakes his head and giggles bashfully. “It's– I meant–”

“Ben, Ben, Benny, Ben, Ben,” he sing-songs. “C'monnnnn, make me feel as cute as you say I am!”

Benjamin's blush grows deeper, turning his cheeks a beautiful crimson.

“I dunno, you just– you get a cute little half smile but you hide it quickly. But it’s always so genuine and I just think it’s cute.”

“Mmm, tell me more.” He teases. Truth is, he fucking loves hearing this from Ben. Cute is a good thing. He’d rather hear sexy or handsome, of course, but this is still a fucking amazing sign. And that blush? Now that was cute. “When else am I cute?”

He cages Ben on the bed with his arm when the bug tries to wiggle free. He grins at the bubbly laughter from his little spider. Homelander could hold him in place like this all day and never tire. He’d have to fess up.

“C’mon, Benjamin! Earn your freedom.”

“I– Johnny!” He whines. “Fiiiiine.” Ben stills himself with a deep breath. He tries to ignore how close they are. “You just are, y’know? You have cute eyes and a cute nose. Your hair is really nice and you have a pretty smile– when you’re smiling for real.”

“Oh, you flatter me!” Homelander lilts. There’s a part of him– same as the day Benjamin cleaned him of blood– that feels guilty for what he’s pushing for, but he can’t stop. He’s practically hovering over Ben at this point. Faces mere inches apart.

He could kiss him right now and–

The bug’s phone goes off loudly in his pocket. Normally it’s muted, but…

“Sorry, I gotta– I was expecting this. Sorry.”

Homelander leans back and gives him space to answer. From the sound of it, it’s that nephew of his asking for advice for something that could’ve fucking waited until literally any other time.

He rolls onto his back and huffs in disappointment. Homelander listens loosely to the conversation. Homework help.

He has half a mind to ban homework.

Maybe he made too loud of a sound, because Ben reaches back and ruffles his hair and shoots him an apologetic smile.

Seems like every time he thinks they might finally seal everything with a kiss, something stupid happens. It’s like fate, no matter how clear it seems that they should be together, demanded that they wait. If it’s not interruptions, it’s his inhibitions. A fear that one wrong move would undo months of… god, could he even call this work?

Some time passes, with Ben droning on about some weird literary rule, and then it’s silent.

“Sorry,” Ben tells him once again. “Kid took an honors class but he’s kind of terrible at the subject.”

He knew a little about Ben’s family. Not much, but enough.

“No, that’s– you’re fine.” He sputters. God, did he act too mad about it?

“Thanks, but still. Now, where was I?” Ben huffs a laugh and assumes the same position as before, only this time he’s the one leaning over Homelander. Not as close as before, but it’s…

The fact he went back for it drives Homelander mad.

“Cute things, cute things…” he muses as he scans Homelander's face. “Here,” he taps his index finger to Homelander’s upper lip, tracing over the length of it. “The right side flares up just a liiiittle bit more than the left. That’s cute, t–”

Oh, fuck– fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

He did it without even thinking. Without a fucking second of hesitation, no– god, no he shouldn’t have. But it was right fucking there and his body just did it.

He’d taken the tip of Ben’s finger in his mouth. Laved his tongue over it and suckled firm just once before realizing what he’d done.

His lips are locked tight against Ben’s knuckle, but he dares not move an inch.

“That’s… huh.”

At least he doesn’t sound mad.

“Is this your way of showing off to me?”

And that sounded like a fucking flirt.

Does that mean… does that mean he should keep it in there? Does that mean it’s okay? His eyes flutter open just the tiniest bit to find a warm, fascinated smile.

He tastes so good. So, so fucking good. Every taste of stolen underwear in the world paled in comparison to him here, now, like this. There’s something about his… his skin. The taste of it. The scent. The slightest flare of his nostrils and he picks up something… something amazing.

He grasps Ben’s wrist and his thumb rolls over that spinneret and he knows exactly what that scent is, that taste…

There’s fucking pheromone glands in there.

Among other things, as indicated by Ben's reaction…

He realizes it's a fucking erogenous zone, too.

“O-Oh,” the web-head gasps. His mouth is agape with heavy breaths, his eyes are dilating. All that from one touch of Homelander’s thumb. “Y-You– Ah!”

He has every opportunity to pull away, to rip that finger from Homelander’s mouth and jump right off the bed. Hell, he could even cling to the ceiling for distance– but he doesn’t.

Homelander sucks his finger in just a little deeper, presses the pad of his thumb just a little harder. Ben’s noises make him harden in his suit.

Their eyes lock and he knows.

Over the intense pheromone release of the spinneret, he can smell it. Benjamin is wet– no.

He's fucking drenched.

Homelander can practically hear each little throb of his pussy, each near-silent squelch of slick between his ravenous walls.

“Johnny…”

The way Ben whispers his name with such a shaky breath sends a jolt right between his legs. He wants to return the feeling tenfold. Wants to see Ben feel just as fucking good as his mere presence makes him feel.

He slips the finger free and pulls Ben’s spinneret flush to his lips. He pecks sweet little kisses at the edge of it, watching the smaller openings flare around the larger slit. His arm has found its way around Ben’s waist to keep him close– a nice little way to realize his hips have started to grind against the bed. He shuffles Ben’s body just enough to wedge a thigh between his legs.

“O-oh my god…” Ben’s face falls to hide against his neck and Homelander's pleased as can be at the pitchy moan sung in his ear at the first swipe of his tongue. “That’s– k-keep going…”

He tastes so, so fucking good.

It should be a crime for something so sweet to have been kept from him.

Homelander’s hips raise to meet the minuscule press of his cup and, in doing so, he pushes his thigh against Ben’s heat.

Ben keens weakly and starts to grind against him. The bug’s fingers seek to stroke his cheek, stuttering with every swipe, every dip of that tongue into that sweet little opening.

It’s everything– everything Homelander needs to get closer to his own release. Not even a touch to his cock, just the knowledge, the fucking feeling of Ben getting off on him.

Because of him.

The god of death has tainted the god of love.

He gasps sharply against Ben’s wrist. Lips have pressed to the exposed part of his neck and he’s out of his fucking mind.

Ben is kissing him.

Benjamin is fucking kissing him.

His tongue juts out and he wriggles the tip deeper into that delicious slit. He rocks his leg up against Ben, squeezes around his waist, helps direct him to ride it out.

Drool trails down his chin, but he can’t possibly care about that. Why in the world would he ever focus on himself when his little spider was right there?

Is this what the fates wanted? That he should have such an enrapturing taste before their lips could meet for the first time? Were they meant to fall into one another before such a simple act?

But he could change this! He could.

He could and he fucking should.

If he could stop being so fucking selfish and demanding more and more of that sugary sweet flavor, he could break away and kiss his little spider for the first time. He could lock lips with him, savor the most simple act of love, if he could just–

The taste is torn from his mouth, leaving behind only tiny wisps of webbing.

A hand tangles in his hair and Ben’s forehead presses to his.

That hand he’s been suckling on falls to cup him through the suit and he sees stars. His breath catches, his eyes roll back, he’s so close, he–

“Be–”

The press of softness and warmth cuts him off. Moving against him, breaths panting between pecks, Ben kisses him with a tenderness unlike anything he’s ever known. He’s mewling and it’s downright pitiful, but he feels everything.

He cries out open mouthed against his little spider when his orgasm hits. His cock weeps in the confines of his suit, relieved only by the press of the hand between his legs. Ben pants against him until a shaky moan rips from him to signal his own undoing. Each thrusts against the other, clinging, grasping, needing.

“Johnny– oh god!”

Homelander’s too far gone to do more than moan through his gaping mouth. He’s ascended from hell to heaven.

This is…

He feels so…

So warm. So peaceful.

Where is the shame? Where is the anticipation of being told to go? Why hasn’t Ben rolled off of him yet?

Is this how it was always meant to feel?

Like basking in the sun, floating above the clouds, but… so much better. He, who has graced what humanity’s ancestors believed to be the heavens, knows no height above this world could feel like this.

No solar glow nor moonlight breeze could tingle the way Benjamin’s peppered kisses do. No sound more melodious than that huff of joyful laughter.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

And nothing in the world more powerful than those seven little words.

It takes a concentrated effort to reply through the torrent of emotion he feels. The words come out shaky and tearful, but they come out all the same.

He’s safe enough to say it.

He can let those words fly free without fear.

“I know I’m in love with you.”

The kiss that follows is even better than the first.

#homelander #homelander x oc #homelander smut #homelander fanfiction #the boys #antony starr #spidersona oc #spidersona #the benlander agenda #loved writing this one actually

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 6 days

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Stark Shift

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56142832 by happyaspie an adoption date has been set, leaving Peter with a lot of mixed emotions. He has a lot to work through in the time leading up to what will become one of his life's most significant moments. Slowly, Peter read the letter. It was a court date for his adoption to be finalized. In less than two weeks time, his last name would shift to the middle and a new surname tacked to the end. He’d be Peter Benjamin Parker Stark. A frisson of excitement zipped up his spine. At the same time, a twinge of sadness made itself at home in his chest. The adoption would make Tony and Pepper his official forever family. At the same time, the connotation of the proceeding wasn’t lost on him. It was a vivid reminder of his first family, all of whom were laid to rest: his mother, his father, his aunt and uncle. His eyes watered without his permission; a bizarre combination of elation and grief. Words: 5112, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Series: Part 10 of Fostering Hope Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Ned Leeds, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes Mother, Ned Leeds's Family Members, OC Social Worker- Mrs. Braswell Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts & Tony Stark, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Rhodey Stark & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Foster Family, Adoption, Foster Care, Foster Kid Peter Parker, Teen Peter Parker, Selectively Non-Verbal Peter Parker, Non-verbal peter parker, Mute Peter Parker, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Pepper Potts Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Slice of Life, Domestic Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/56142832

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

5/9/24 Update: This is a strictly smut/nsfw fic blog only, my fluff and angst stuff are being deleted and reposted to @lolahaurisfw - I've also expanded my character list a LOT, so check that out before you request!

I do take requests. I don't have an anon list but I can start one if anyone wants to be labeled and become a regular anon.

DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Minors, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚

Things I Won't Write:

Sex crimes of any kind, super extreme kinks, violence/abuse used as a kink, anything most would consider "gross/weird" (ex: puke, shit, ddlg, pet play, age play). no exceptions, and no hate to dead dove writers, i'm just personally not willing to write these.

Things I Will Write:

Pretty much everything else i guess? Daddy/Mommy kink, Cheating, CNC/Dubcon, Sex Pollen, Legal Age Gap, Yandere, Power Dynamic (Prof/Student, Boss/Employee), Foot Fetish, Piss Kink, Breeding, Any regular/non-extreme kink (ex: Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Voyeur, Orgy, 3somes, Sex Toys, etc...) *if you aren't sure, just ask!*

Hc's, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, Au's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Ch x OC / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Fictional Other (F/O) Imagines: +18, no names, they/them only.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request others from these fandoms, but it will prob take me longer)

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve. Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee. YOU: Joe, Love, Beck, Peach. Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta. Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson. (Human Ver) Attack on Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin. BNA: Michiru, Shirou. Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans. (Including SDVE & RSV) Total Drama: All season 1 contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley. SheRa: All Adults (Except Rogelio) King Of The Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luanne, Nancy, Dale, John Redcorn, Kahn, Min. Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V, Tony. Riverdale: FP Jones, Jughead, Veronica, Hiram, Betty. Creepypasta: Ben, Jeff, Jane, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Toby, X Virus, Nina, Clockwork, Splendorman, Kate. Gravity Falls: Stan, Ford, Soos, Giffany Steven Universe: Jasper, Amethyst, Blue Diamond, Peridot, Lapis, Garnet, Rose, Bismuth, Greg. Adventure Time/Fiona and Cake: Princess Bubblegum, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona. COD: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria. Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabby, Edie, Mike, Lynette. DC: Batman, Harley, Joker, Ivy, Lex Luthor (Jesse Eisenburg). Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface (general), Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Wraith, Huntress, Trapper, The Trickster, Pearl, Carrie White, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven. Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Waluigi, Bowser. Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo. Rick and Morty: Rick, Beth, Jerry. Stranger Things: Robin, Billy, Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper. Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast. Princess & The Frog: Shadow Man, Tiana, Lottie, Naveen. Ratatouille: Collette, Linguini. The Nanny: CC, Fran, Maxwell. Full House: Danny, Jesse, Joey. BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Amy, Penny. Spiderverse: Miguel, Hobie, Jessica Drew. Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite. Breaking Bad: Skylar, Jesse, Walter. National Treasure: Benjamin Gates, Riley Poole. Superstore: Jonah, Amy, Dina. Spongebob: Man Ray, Dennis. Tangeled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell. Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy. Jane the Virgin: Jane, Micheal, Rogelio, Petra, Xiomara, Rose, Luisa. Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie. Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie. Bistro Huddy: All Staff Members, Poppy. WWE: Rhea Ripley, Roman Reigns. American Animals: Evan Peters (Warren), Barry Keoghan (Spencer). The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler. Little Mermaid (2023): Ariel, Eric. Bob's Burgers: Linda, Bob. Avatar: Jake, Neytiri. Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff. My Hero Academia: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa. Futurama: Leela, Amy, Fry, Bender. Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Wiploc, Zeebo, Valerie. Supernatural: Dean, Sam, Castiel. Sherlock (2010): Sherlock Holmes, John Watson. Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden. Dirty Dancing: Johnny Castle, Frances Houseman. The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch) Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River) Ramona Flowers (Scott Pilgrim vs The World) Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby) Randy Marsh (South Park) Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Prairie) Master Chief (Halo) Ian Hawke (Alvin & The Chipmunks) Poe Dameron (Star Wars: The Force Awakens) Linda Gunderson (Rio) Bruce (Beyond Therapy) Jack Harrison (Transylvania 6-5000) Peggy Bundy (Married… With Children) Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto) - M Reader Only Scarecrow (Batman Begins) John Wick (John Wick 4) David Levinson (Independence Day) Jackson Rippner (Red Eye) Stevo (SLC Punk!) Mike (5lbs of Pressure) Santa/Babbo Natale (Violent Night) Dan Conner (Roseanne) Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House) Lt. Robert 'Bob' Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick 2022) Francine (American Dad) Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs) Fujimoto (Ponyo) Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980) Doug Remer (Baseketball) Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park 1993) Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops) Astarion (Baulders Gate 3) Trevor Phillips (GTA5) Shaun Murphy (The Good Doctor) Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia) John Doe (John Doe Game) Paul Blart (Paul Blart Mall Cop) Fezzik (Princess Bride)

#x reader #self ship #shipping #ao3 writer #fandom #minors dni #intro post #pinned post

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lostfirefly · 4 months

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Trembling, crawling across my skin, feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine (Ch.1)

This fanfiction story is my present for my friend @yujo-nishimura, whose birthday is today! Sending hugs from Russia and wish you a lot of Crocolove!

Two things inspired me to write this fic: One of my fav songs from which the title is taken and Elena and Damon's dance (from The Vampire Diaries, S1). My 1st attempt to write the story about this character.

Description: Yujo is a young girl whom her father has betrothed to Mr. 3. She and her sister come to the ball, where she meets one of the members of the Cross Guild Corporation Sir Crocodile.

Warnings: No warnings

Words: 1307

Sir Crocodile x OC

The title is taken from "Dance with the Devil" by Breaking Benjamin.

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Taglist: @gingernut1314

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"I can't believe we're going to the castle ball tonight!" A blonde girl with curly hair and brown eyes was bouncing happily on the bed.

"Helena, calm down," another girl with green eyes sitting by the dressing table answered her in a calm voice. She brushed her brown hair, occasionally glancing in the mirror.

"I'm so impatient. We're going to see your fiancé, Mr. 3 again, Yujo! He's so cute!" Helena jumped off the bed, spinning around the bedroom. Her light white dress in small florals fluttered beautifully in the air.

"I don't know. He doesn't seem like a bad person. Writes nice letters and courts quite non-trivially.", Yujo put her hairbrush down on the table, slowly stood up and walked over to the closet. "Stop spinning around, Helena. Our parents are expecting us for breakfast."

The day passed in preparation for the trip to the ball. After breakfast, Helena and Yujo strolled around the large summer garden and talked about many things. Helena could hardly contain her excitement for the evening, dreaming that she would be able to meet a wealthy young man at the ball.

"And I also heard that either all the members from Cross Guild Corporation are expected to attend, or at least just one. They're some kind of tycoons. I bet they're all handsome and young."

"I've never heard of them." replied Yujo calmly, gently running her hands along the branches of the trees.

Finally the evening came and Yujo and Helena walked down the steps of their house down to the front entrance. It was a warm summer evening, and a large white carriage drawn by two red horses was waiting for them at the gate.

"Oh, my God! Ball, ball, ball, ball!" Helena ran up the stairs faster than anyone else.

"You're incorrigible!" Yujo laughed as she watched her sister hop into the carriage. She lifted the hem of her mauve colored chiffon dress and sat down carefully next to her sister.

"What if Mr. 3 isn't coming alone? What if he brings someone cute?"

"Who? Mr. 2 or 4?" Yujo put her arm around her sister's shoulder. "Our parents are already there. For all I know, our father was going to discuss some kind of deal with Mr. Jinbe. And mom probably wants to gossip with everyone.

It was already dark when they arrived at the gates of a large castle made of gray stone.

"Here we are, here we are!" Helena jumped out of the carriage and adjusted the hem of her mint-colored dress. "Yujo, where are you?"

"Coming!", Yujo stepped out of the carriage and looked at her sister. "Let's hurry up or you're going to die of impatience. Just please behave yourself."

They walked into a huge spacious hall. There were tables covered with white and gold tablecloths all around. A large crystal chandelier adorned the ceiling. The ladies were dressed in their best clothes, and the men were all in suits.

There were whispers, negotiations, and girlish chuckles coming from various directions.

"Good evening, Yujo, Helena!" a skinny man with a funny hairstyle in the shape of the number three, walked up to Yujo and kissed her hand. "It's nice to see you here. I brought you both some wine.”

“Thank you so much!” they both said in unison.

"Say, Mr. 3, is it true that the owners of Cross Guild are expected to come?" Helena giggled and sipped her wine a little at a time.

"I don't know about the others, they seemed to have some pressing business, but one is definitely coming." said Mr. 3, looking around the room. "And why are you inquiring, Ms. Helena?"

"No reason..." Helena blushed.

"I'll leave you ladies alone for a moment," Mr. 3 bowed and stepped aside.

"I heard there's a swordsman there and he's available, and he's pretty cute," Helena poked Yujo lightly in the shoulder.

Suddenly all voices were briefly silenced and heavy footsteps were heard.

"Ladies, let me introduce the member of the cross guild, Sir Crocodile." Mr. 3 turned back to the girls. "This is Yujo, my fiancée. And this is her little sister Elena."

A tall man with purple hair and dark eyes stood before them. He had a coat thrown over his shoulders and a hook hand.instead of one arm. Yujo was surprised, but tried not to show it.

“Nice to meet you,” Crocodile kissed the girls’ hands. “So young and so beautiful.”

Helena turned red as a lobster hearing these words. She lightly rubbed her sister’s hand.

“You see? You see? The hook!” Helena whispered to her sister. Yujo lightly stepped on her sister's foot, silencing her.

“Excuse me, ladies. I have to speak with one man and I’ll come back to you,” Crocodile said calmly.

“Woooow! He’s so.. So handsome.” Helena was so amazed by Crocodile that she seemed to forget how to breathe. “There seems to be another one there, but I don’t remember who. He must be somewhat unremarkable, since I don’t remember him. I wish I could see the swordsman. Who’s better, that guy with the hook or the swordsman? What do you think?”

“I have no idea. Aren’t there other people there or what? In this Cross Guild,” Yujo quietly asked her sister, watching Crocodile out of the corner of her eye.

Helena shrugged. “Don’t know. I’ve heard about these three.”

Yujo's father, a plump man of short stature with gray hair approached her with Mr. 3. They had a long discussion about the upcoming wedding ceremony, the guest list and the menu. Yujo found herself looking for Crocodile with her eyes the whole time.

Finally the start of the ball was announced and Mr. 3 took Yujo's hand and led her to the center of the room. The girls had to stand in one line, the man in another. Yujo found herself in front of Crocodile. The music started. Everyone stepped towards each other, touching one palm to the palm of their partner's hand. Holding their palms side by side, they moved smoothly in a circle. After making a couple of circles, everyone put their second palm to the partner’s palm.

"Sorry you have to settle for a hook," Crocodile said dryly.

“That’s ok,” Yujo said and smiled.

After making a couple more circles, everyone came closer to each other. The men put one hand on the girls' waists. Crocodile hugged Yujo with a hook.

Finally the dance ended and everyone bowed to each other. At the same moment, Helena ran up to Yujo.

“God, the chemistry between you just killed me!”

"What?" Yujo asked. She felt as if her mind was clouded during the dance.

"I'm so jealous of you. I want it too! You should ask your Mr. 3 to introduce me to a swordsman!" Helena was almost jumping next to her sister.

“Will you calm down? We are at the ball after all. What if someone is looking at you now, and you are behaving inappropriately,” Yujo laughed, noticing how her sister pouted. Yujo looked around the hall and saw how Crocodile approached her father. They shook hands and started talking about something.

“Yujo, this is Mr. Magellan. He will marry us,” she was pulled out of her thoughts by Mr. 3, who approached her with a tall man, his face resembling a mandrill, with very sharp teeth and thick beard.

“I have to admit, your bride is amazing, Mister 3. Can’t wait to perform your ceremony,” Magellan said and kissed Yujo’s hand.

While the all-important potential guests were discussing the upcoming wedding, Yujo was catching more and more that she was thinking about Sir Crocodile. What was it? A charm after the dance? Or is it something else?

#one piece #one piece crocodile #sir crocodile x oc #oc fanfiction #one piece au #sir crocodile x you #sir crocodile x reader

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casp1an-sea · 2 months

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Somercrest Academy

Somercrest Academy is basically the reject version of NRC and RSA. It’s the magic school you go to if you can’t get into the good ones. It’s kind of delaptited in the middle of nowhere in kind of an overgrown jungly swampy area. They have a one sided rivalry with NRC and RSA because they consider them to be their rivals but NRC and RSA never take them seriously. They got last place in VDC 😬

Anyone is welcoming to make OCs who are students or Faculty of this school :))))) ————————————————————

Faculty:

Mistress Uritu (based on Yzma)

she’s The headmage she really wants to be rid of Somercrest academy and take Crowley’s Job

Mr. Khuno (based on Kronk)

he’s the vice headmage. Everyone adores him. He also runs the Sage’s Island cub scouts

Serina del la Vega (based on Marina del Ray)

used to teach elementary school in the Coralsea. Taught the Octatrio when they were children and was not nice to them at all. She came to land wanting something bigger, she wanted to be a famous show girl. But things didn’t go to plan and she ended up as Somercrest’s disciplinarian and a teacher. She wants Khuno’s job.

Jimothy (based on Benjamin)

a manatee merman that came to land as Serina’s assistant now works as the school’s secretary.

Professor Miles (Based on Milo)

he teaches ancient history and marine science at the school he’s fascinated by magic and non humans especially the Coralsea. He loves learning foreign languages. He is not a mage himself but he loves studying magic. He is fascinated by Yuu

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Students:

Aria (scroll down to the bottom of the linked post)

picrew Is not mine

Caiman Neverest: (based on Tick Tock Croc)

Male, He/him

Species: Crocodile beastman

Height: 5’9”/175 cm

Birthday: June 15 (Gemini)

Grade: Freshman

Age: 16

He has a croc tail, green tinted skin, and sharp teeth. His eyes seem to resemble clocks. He’s very friendly and curious but he can bite if he gets mad. He has ADHD. He carries a vintage alarm clock around with him but it’s unclear if the ticking is coming from the clock or from him. He often relaxes in the lagoon in the front of the school even though it’s technically off limits. He doesn’t have a UM yet.

Quill Nevermore: Based on the magic book from the Beauty and the Beast Live Action

Picrew is not mine: 五百式全身メーカー (The similar last names was just an accident lol here’s the long hair @edith-is-a-cat :)

Agender (AMAB), They/Them

Species: Fae but hides it

Grade: Sophomore

Age: 17

They actually got into NRC but due to circonstances out of their control they could not attend the first few months of school. Once they were ready to come back they found out that their spot had been given away to a student who Joined the school late (cough Kalim). They don’t know why this happened or who the student was but needless to say they aren’t a fan of Crowley and is quite bitter to the school. It was too late to apply To RSA so they ended up at Somercrest. They’re student body president and friends with Caiman.

Signature Spell:

basically, they can teleport people or themself. They can only go to places that they can picture in accurately in their head. The more people they take the more the spill takes out of them.

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It doesn’t matter your gender you can pic whichever one you want

(Picrew’s do not actually represent the characters this is just an example of the uniform. The hat is not uniform that’s just Quill’s thing)

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@xen-blank @thehollowwriter @ferris-the-wheel @fizzydreamz @hyperfixation-or-death

@ravenwing0110 @keii-starz @distant-velleity

@krenenbaker @elenauaurs @the-banana-0verlord @edith-is-a-cat @dove-da-birb

@cimonim-crunch

Xen this is where I headcanon all you know who’s OCs go lol

#cas’s ocs #fanon #original character #yzma #kronk #peter pan #beauty and the beast #little mermaid

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princessmisery666 · 2 years

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Under The Radar - Mini Series Master List

Series Summary: Being a navy pilot you expected to have your world turned upside down from time to time. Taking to the skies was the easy part, the lessons you learn on solid ground are the hardest.

Warnings: angst, fluff, soft Jake, jealousy, asshole Jake, break-ups, cheating (reader is the other woman but doesn't know until after), preludes to smut, heartbreak, Rooster is a bit of an ass in parts, fluffy Rooster. Parts 3 & 4 include spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick.

W/C: 19k

Rating: 18+

Characters: Lieutenant Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Lieutenant Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, fem!reader (You. Call sign: Huntress), a few needed OC's. Mentioned/Small Parts: Lieutenant Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Penny Benjamin, Lieutenant Javy "Coyote" Machado, Captain Phil “Maverick” Mitchell, Hondo, Admiral Simpson,

Pairing: Hangman x Fem!Reader, Rooster x Fem!Reader.

Notes: no descriptions of reader body type or ethnicity. Takes place before Top Gun: Maverick. First time recruits at Top Gun and during the movie. For this to work they were all at the academy together but I know that’s probably not canon.

A/N: I was thirsting over Miles Teller with Sabrina - @sfreeborn - and she asked if I would ever write for him. After seeing Top Gun: Maverick, I really wanted to. My creative juices had been non-existent for weeks, but Sabrina was kind enough to give me a prompt that inspired a fic. The details of that fic (part 3) meant I needed to write another one to explain Reader x Jake’s relationship, and it spiralled.

Super Special A/N: @writercole helped me with ideas for this entire series and contributed a lot of lines/sections when I got stuck so I’m giving her co-author credit.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch //@cockslutpadalecki

Graphics: made on canva.

Series Complete.

Part 1 - Leave 'em Hanging

Summary: Jake "Hangman" Seresin never loses. That is until he sets his sights on the one target that might bring him to his knees.

Warnings: angst, fluff, brief soft Jake, jealousy, asshole Jake. My HC is that he’s a softie behind doors, and no one can convince me otherwise.

W/C: 4.3k

Part 2 - The Fall

Summary: Jake has proven he’s an asshole; you shouldn’t be surprised when he proves it again at graduation. But at least graduating means you’ll be free of him, or does it?

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, injury described, fluffy Rooster.

W/C: 3k

Part 3 - Just A Kiss

Summary: A kiss always means something, especially with an ex.

Warnings: potential spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick - I’ve used some lines from the movie, language, angst, fluff, Hangman is a cocky son of a bitch with a soft side, Rooster is kind of an ass, the beach scene.

W/C: 5.6k

Part 4 - Got Your Six

Summary: The heart wants what the heart wants, sometimes the right man is not the better one.

Warnings: potential spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick - I’ve used some lines from the movie, language, angst, fluff, soft!Jake,

W/C: 3.6k

Part 5 - Hate To Love You

Summary: Bradley was right, a kiss with an ex always means something. You just need to figure out what that means for your future, with or without Jake.

Warnings: sweet Rooster, fluff, slight angst, Jake being an handsome asshole (see picture above). W/C: 2k

There's more to this story...

Under The Radar - Continued - Drabbles & One-Shots continuing Hangman and Huntress' story.

Main Master List

#top gun maverick #top gun maverick fanfiction #hangman #rooster #hangman x fem!reader #rooster x fem!reader #Under The Radar #top gun #glen powell #miles teller #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun 2 #bradley bradshaw #jake hangman seresin

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deadratio · 2 years

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Tough Love- Chapter 1

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x fem!OC

Summary: Avis Mitchell isn't all sunshine and flowers when her father reveals that he's remarrying. In fact, she's furious. After cutting him off, she pursues her future with love and passion while avoiding her father at all costs. Their paths cross unexpectedly, and she's forced to face the music.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Angst towards a parental figure, mentions of oral sex as a favor/bribe (no actual actions), intoxicants, cursing, being untruthful

A/N: FINALLY! Inspiration struck when I listened to this song. Huge shoutout to @callsignthirsty for proofreading and giving me additions and corrections! I also highly suggest reading the prologue for some context! I hope you enjoy, happy reading!

Want to be added to the tag list? Leave a reply on this post or send me an ask!

Masterlist Prologue

1 year, 4 months later

Avis wasn’t surprised when her fiancé received a “save the date” to the Benjamin-Mitchell wedding several months ago. It made sense, Jake was also a fighter pilot. Knowing the date, Avis was able to avoid being his plus one at all costs. Working for a large firm kept her busy and she thanked her lucky stars for it. When she found a conference the same weekend as the wedding, she sent her boss a pitch to present, and when she got the thumbs up, she only felt a little bad about lying to Jake about why she couldn’t attend the wedding with him.

It would also ensure that she kept Jake in the dark about who her father is. After multiple other spats between the two of them, she blocked Pete and Penny on all social media platforms and removed both of their numbers from her phone. If he wanted to make irrational decisions, then so could she. Jake believed her when she told him she was estranged from her family; she didn’t like to speak about them and shut down all efforts to broach the topic. The only person close to her father who knew about their relationship was Bradley, and she had enough sisterly dirt on him to make sure he remained tight-lipped.

Avis feels for her dad, she really does. But it’s difficult to get over her feelings of betrayal. Her heart hurts for their now non-existent relationship, and on particularly hard nights she’s almost tempted to reach back out. She misses the comfort her father used to bring her in her many times of need, but the trust was gone. He had made a promise to her all those years ago, and he had broken it.

The week of the wedding comes quickly, and it takes all of Avis’s energy at the conference not to think about it to the point where she isn’t even sure she’s absorbing what the other presenters are talking about anymore. While she’s suffering, at least Jake is enjoying himself, even if it’s with bachelor activities. He even sent her a few pictures here and there, including one with the groom. Her father. The pangs of hurt roil in her chest when she sees it in her camera roll. Yes, her camera roll. Because despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help but save the picture to her phone.

The ceremony and reception are set to happen the evening she flies home from the conference, so she has a perfectly reasonable excuse to not be able to attend, aside from being out of town in the first place.

The red-eye flight Avis catches gives her no down time between the conference and having to rush to the airport. She texts Jake that she’s about to board and leaves it at that. She doesn’t expect Jake to be home when she gets there. Although the wedding venue is local, everyone has decided to stay at a hotel close to the venue to avoid driving home late at night. The next day, there’s supposed to be an afterparty at the Hard Deck, so Avis knows that Jake will be out of the house for a majority of that day as well.

There’s something about flying, though, that has always helped Avis clear her head — blame her dad for that one. Her flight home allows her time to decompress and think about her situation. By the time the plane has entered its final descent, Avis isn’t entirely sure she’ll ever be able to reconcile with her dad. She tries not to care, but sometimes it eats away at her soul more than she’s willing to admit. And all of it is made worse by the simple fact that she wishes she could tell Jake the truth about it all, but she knows it’s best kept under wraps.

Arriving home the next morning, the bags under Avis’ eyes are a sign that she needs at least a week of sleep, if not more. In the year or so that she’s been with Jake, though, she’s found that she sleeps significantly better when he’s next to her, so she knows that at best, all she can do is take a nap and wait for him to come home. She wastes no time in setting her bags in their shared bedroom, changing into a pair of leggings and one of Jake’s old shirts before crawling between the sheets.

A loud ringing wakes Avis several hours later, the mid-day sun shimmering through the window and casting long shadows. Groggy-eyed and sore with tiredness, Avis does a quick search for her phone, finding it on the nightstand where she must have dropped it at some point before closing her eyes. She doesn’t check the caller ID, although she probably should have.

“Hello?” Her voice is deep and low, the clearest evidence to the caller that she hadn’t been entirely awake when they called.

“You need to come get your man, Nicole.”

“Bradley?” He was the only person who ever called her by her middle name. It used to bother her, but she grew to understand Bradley’s attachment to it somewhere along the line as they grew up together.

A soft groan escapes Avis’ lips, her free hand coming to swipe down the length of her face. “What did he do, Bradshaw?”

The chuckle on the other side should tell her exactly what Jake has been up to. “He’s drunk as hell. He’s got to get home somehow.”

“Why can’t you drive him?”

“Nobody here is entirely sober.”

Avis is about to reach for her keys when the realization hits her. If she goes to get Jake, it’s extremely likely that she’ll run into her father or his bride. More awake now, she sits up in the bed, gritting her teeth. “If this is a ploy, Bradshaw, I will never let you live this down.”

The other end of the line crackles with hoots and hollers, and she almost thinks that he’s forgotten he’s on the phone in the first place. Not sober, indeed. “Look, I promise I’ll do my best to make sure you aren’t seen, Nic. But if Jake doesn’t come out — and you know how he gets when he’s playing darts— you’ll have to come in and get him.” His voice becomes somber at the notion that Avis actually didn’t come to the wedding, and that she really didn’t want to be involved.

Sighing heavily, Avis flips the sheets from her body. What she’s wearing will suffice, although she needs to throw on a bra and some shoes. “I’ll be there in a few. Don’t let him get any drunker.” Bradley knows that this isn’t a request, especially from the tone of her voice.

“Yes ma'am. I’ll see you soon.” With that, the call ends.

Avis isn’t in a rush to find the two items she needs to put on. She knows that, at any rate, Bradley will do his damnedest to get Jake outside to the parking lot and into her car. At the same time, she knows how stubborn Jake is, and that him being drunk will likely only make it worse. She pulls a different shirt from one of her dresser drawers, deciding that she should probably look at least somewhat decent if she was going to possibly interact with others. She slips on her sandals before heading out the door, car keys in hand.

The drive to the Hard Deck isn’t very familiar for her. Avis avoided the area at all costs, and had only been there a handful of times when she was younger, before Penny ever owned it. Pulling into the parking lot, Avis isn’t surprised to find it nearly full. Her dad knows a lot of people, and she’s sure a popular girl like Penny does, too. Finding a spot, another sigh travels through her lungs before she texts Bradley that she’s outside and waiting.

The chat bubbles pop up but quickly go away, and Avis isn’t sure if he’s going to reply or not. She sits in the car for what feels like an eternity, staring out at the azure hued waves washing away the sand on the beach. Moments later, a loud ping from her phone alerts her to Bradley’s reply.

Bradley: Sorry, Nic. He’s not coming out without a fight

Avis: Tell him I’m not wearing a bra

Bradley: Eeeeewww!

Bradley: Nope. Not gonna happen.

Avis: Please?

Bradley: Man-up and come get him before he does something stupid(er). I’ll try to distract Mav

Avis: Did you just call me a man?

Bradley: We call Phoenix a MAN!

Avis: Wat?

Bradley: Phoenix is the manliest man of all of us

Bradley: I’m genuinely surprised Mav didn’t ask her to be his best man

Bradley: Because she is

Bradley: THE best man

Avis: I’m showing this to her when you’re all sober.

Bradley: You would not!

Avis: Too late. I’m screenshotting it as we speak

Bradley: …

Bradley: Stop stalling

Bradley: Come get your mans

Avis: Noooo

Avis: Just drag him out here. You know I don’t want to go in there

Bradley: Aids

Bradley: AVIS*

Bradley: FUCCK

Bradley: I’m going to walk across this bar and distract Mav so you can do your covert fiancé retrieval shit. Whether you use that to your advantage or not is on you

Avis: Wow

Avis: Big words for a drunk guy

Bradley: Fuck you

Bradley: You coming or not?

Avis: No thanks, I’m good on that first one. I’ll be in there in a sec, gonna throw up out of anxiety real quick

Avis’ dentist was going to hate her by the time this entire ordeal was over with. Her teeth ground tightly against each other as she exited the vehicle, slamming the door so hard someone else would have thought she really, really, hated the car. Her feet scrape against the gravel, the soft breeze coming in from the ocean doing nothing to cool her down. Avis didn’t have a chance to brace herself for this. She isn’t prepared to any extent, and doesn’t know if she ever could have been were this to occur at a later point in life.

She wants to swing the door open with all the force only possessed by a mad woman, but she’s trying to fly under the radar. Instead, she slips through the door and finds the bar only mildly packed with people. Some have converged outside on the patio at the back of the building, and she guesses that’s where Jake must be, since she can’t find his golden hair amongst the inside crowd. The worst part of it is that she doesn’t see her dad or Penny, either, which means they’re also likely outside.

Avis pulls her phone from her pocket, sending Bradley another message.

Avis: I’m inside. If you can get him in here, I’ll handle the rest.

The read receipt comes seconds later. She doesn’t want to go any further than she has to, so she glues herself to the bar, leaning against it coolly. Her attire doesn’t exactly match everyone else’s but it hardly matters since she isn’t going to be there for long. Another ping brings the worst case scenario:

Bradley: He literally will not budge even though I told him you were here. I’ll try to distract Mav and Penny, but you need to be quick. Sorry <3

Making her way towards the patio door, Avis peeks out the window. She can see the group of Jake’s aviator friends, with him standing at the edge. He’s laughing up a storm, gripping Coyote’s shoulder hard enough he could probably break it. There are empty beer bottles and shot glasses scattered throughout the high-top tables, which helps explain why he’s so intoxicated. Avis’s eyes avert to the corner of the window, revealing Bradley having a very animated conversation with her father and Penny, both of them facing away from the group. They seemed engrossed in whatever he was talking to them about, so this is it. Her opportunity to grab Jake and run.

Slipping past the door, Avis beelines it to Jake, her hand landing gently on his bicep, but it takes a conscious effort. Jake immediately looks down at her, a bright, goofy smile adorning his handsome features when he realizes it’s her. “What are you doing here baby?” His words are slurred a bit, and Avis can tell that he wasn’t exactly expecting her to walk through the doors, no matter how much Bradley had tried to convince him she was coming to pick him up.

Giggling softly, Avis gives his arm a gentle tug. “I came to pick you up, you big lush. We need to go, though. I've still got some things to handle at the house.”

Jake scoffs playfully, fully turning towards Avis and wrapping her in his arms. “Why don’t you stick around, baby? Hang around a little bit, talk to some of my friends? I’m sure they’d all love to meet you,” Jake asks, laughing. “Oh!” It’s like a switch flips. “The bride and groom! I need to introduce you to them too!”

A rush of absolute fear encompasses Avis, and the anxiety of having to face her father sets in. It’s everything she’s trying to avoid. She shakes her head, ignoring the curious looks that Coyote and a couple of the other guests give her. “Maybe another day, honey. You’re drunk, and we have work tomorrow. It’s best we get you home.”

Jake’s smile turns into a child-like frown, feigning a sourness. “Since when’re you an introvert, Avi?”

A soft groan moves past Avis’ lips. “Jake, we can talk about this later. Get in the car.”

“Why'd you wanna go home so bad?”

Avis drops her hand from Jake’s arm, her fingers now balling into fists. “I can meet them another time, Jake. They’re busy with their guests, and I’m not adding another person to their roster.”

“Please, baby?” he asks, grabbing Avis’s hand. “I promise I’ll go without a fight if we just go and say goodbye.”

Time for evasive maneuvers. “I wanna suck your dick.” Jake’s eyes go wide. “Get in the car.”

“Gross,” Coyote says to Jake’s side.

Jake shoots him a cheeky grin. “You’re just jealous.”

“So jealous,” Avis says, trying to hurry the conversation along. “Baby, get in the car.”

When arms wrap tight around her waist and Jake burrows into the crook of her neck, Avis is sure she’s won. “God, I love you,” Jake mumbles, his lips brushing over sensitive skin. “Almost as much as the bride and groom love each other. C’mon. I’m not leaving until you meet ‘em.”

Avis tries to wriggle out of his hold, glowering at him. “I’m not arguing with you about this. We need to leave. Now.”

“Avi,” Jake whines. Unfortunately for Avis, Jake is more stubborn than any mule on the planet. Which meant it was time to take out the big guns — well, big for drunk Jake.

“I’m taking the blowjob off the table at the count of three, Jacob.”

“Baby, don’t be like that.”

“Three…”

He pouts. “You’ll love them.”

“Two…”

“I just want you to meet my friends.”

“Jus’ go home Bagman,” Bradley’s trying to help, but it washes over Avis like cold water. If Bradley is here, he isn’t distracting the bride and groom.

“Fuck off, Roo. Y’can’t tell me what to do.” Jake’s voice is louder than it was a minute ago and worry lances straight to Avis’ gut as she tries to hush him.

“Jake, honey-” Avis shifts from trying to get Jake out of the bar to trying to diffuse the situation, but he’s faster than she anticipates. Before she can even finish her sentence, he’s got her arm in his grip, tugging her towards them. The sandals that she’d slipped onto her feet when she left the house have next to no grip on the concrete, and he’s practically hauling her over to her father and Penny who, by some miracle, still haven’t caught sight of her.

“Jacob Seresin, you fucking unhand me right this moment!” Avis whisper-shouts, pulling against him.

Stopping in his tracks, Jake turns to her. He’s barely sobered up from their drinking games during brunch, but it’s the look on Avis’ face that tells him he’s crossed a line. Looking around, he sees that some of the others are watching them, seeing him practically manhandle his fiancée in public.

“Sorry, I-” His face is somber, like he really is realizing what he’s done. Any words he’s going to say are halted by someone patting his shoulder, standing next to him.

“What’s going on here?” Maverick peeks around Jake’s shoulder, his stomach dropping to his feet at the sight before him. His daughter, his pride and joy, standing in front of him, a death glare sent in the direction of one of his students. He had been on the receiving end of that same stare multiple times, and he did not envy Jake Seresin. But what confused him the most was her actual presence. They hadn’t spoken in over a year, and she purposely didn’t come to his wedding. What was she doing here? “Avis?”

Avis redirects her glare toward her father, her jaw set in stone. A low anger boils in the pits of her stomach, and it takes everything in her not to say words she might regret. In the corner of the patio, Bradley rakes a hand down his face, his head thrown back a bit and curls a drunken mess. This is exactly what they had been trying to avoid.

Her fiancé and father are both staring at her, each of them experiencing different emotions. The clicking of heels jolts her from her stupor, and when Penny comes from behind her father, Avis can’t help but let the anger rise higher. Bradley comes up behind her, grabbing her shoulders, steering her gently away from the group. Jake unfreezes then, following closely behind them.

“Rooster? What’s going on?” The sequence of events seems to have knocked some sobriety back to Jake’s senses, and he can tell that Avis is mad. But it’s more than that. He’s never seen her just stop working before. He can’t tell if she’s mad that he wouldn’t come with her, or if it’s the fact that he practically manhandled her through a crowd of strangers.

Avis only stops glaring at both men when Bradley has her turned far enough to make the angle weird, then she takes long strides toward the crashing waves. She huffs. This isn’t how she wanted to see her father again, nor reveal to him that she’s living in the area. Rooster stops halfway behind her, holding his arm in front of Jake to stop him as well. He turns to face his friend, and he almost feels sorry for him.

“Avis has a complicated relationship with her family. You know that, right?” Bradley asks Jake, turning back to watch Avis’ figure grow smaller in the distance.

Nodding, Jake looks over to his mustached friend. “Yeah, why?”

Sighing deeply, Rooster hates to be the one to tell Jake the truth, but he knows that Avis would have an even harder time telling him. “Mav’s her dad.”

A brick wall hits Jake. He nearly gives himself whiplash looking back towards the Hard Deck to see Mav, Penny and the others gathered, having a quiet conversation, no doubt about the situation at hand. He knew her last name, he just hadn’t associated it with Maverick’s. It makes sense now, the sleek, black hair and captivating, fiery green eyes. The devilish smile when they were play-fighting on the couch about what to have for dinner or what to watch for the evening. The toothy grin she gives him when she laughs really hard at his dumb jokes.

The salt water is almost licking at Avis’ toes when she finally stops walking. Hot tears streak down her cheeks, arms crossed over her chest as she hugs herself. She doesn’t know what to do. Everything is happening all at once. The realization that she really did give up her relationship with her dad over this. His love for another woman. But why? What had Penny ever done to her besides make her dad happy? She was happy with Jake. It was love, written into two different stories for two all-too-similar people. She can’t fathom herself, her decisions, or her mentality around it all.

Strong arms are suddenly encasing her in a warmth she’s familiar with, and Avis isn’t quite sure where she wants to be anymore. Jake rests his chin on her shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. They share a moment of silence before Jake speaks up. “Why don’t we go home, rest up, and we can talk about this after we both get home from work tomorrow?” It’s a kind suggestion, one that Avis is grateful for. Jake always knows what to do to bring her back down from the clouds.

Nodding, she pulls away from him, running a shaky hand down his arm, her fingers slipping between his own. The ring on her left hand feels heavy now, as though it holds the weight of the world on her finger. The careful balance she’d had between her past and future had been shattered.

The journey to the car feels too long for Avis’ preference, but she’s glad when she slides into the driver's seat. She steadies herself, attempting to brace for the coming days she knows will be fueled with truths revealed and secrets exposed. Jake thinks that he knows her like the back of his hand, but he’s not ready for what’s coming for him.

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