#Just gonna let this sit for the night and maybe see if my beta has time to take a peek before I post

[soaps-mohawk]

Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 5: What I Want

Summary: You begin your training with Ghost, but not everything goes as smoothly as you'd hoped. At least you're learning how to want things, and that it won't kill you if you ask for them.

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader, some Ghost x Soap

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, oral sex, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, military inaccuracies, suggestive content, language, brief violence, reader has a breakdown

A/N: I know I was supposed to rest, but I couldn't help myself. I just had to get this one done. I was feeling it. We're finally getting into the good stuff here. Things will kind of pick up after this part, so I'm really looking forward for that.

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You tug nervously at your sleeve, feeling exactly as you did when you had to sit in the director’s office at The Institute. Only, you never got in trouble there. You had never been summoned because you misbehaved. You made it a point not to get into trouble, avoiding it at all costs. 

You’ve been here just over a week and you’ve already messed up. 

Price is staring at you across his desk, leaning on his elbows as his blue eyes bore into you. You’re not staring at Price, you think. No, you’ve come face to face with The Captain. He’s angry, though you can’t be entirely sure. You’ve never seen him truly angry. You’re waiting on the reprimanding, the punishment, for him to tell you they’re sending you back because you’re too much trouble. 

“I want you to tell me exactly what happened.”

You flinch at his voice, half expecting him to start shouting but he sounds almost calm. There’s a strain to his voice, like he’s restraining himself. He’s doing it for your sake, you think. 

“Ghost and I were walking back from the mess when one of the alphas called out to me. He...he asked if I was going to go spread my legs for ‘that freak’ and he said he could offer me a better time.” You swallow thickly, Price’s shoulders tensing just slightly. “I don’t know what happened...I just suddenly felt so angry and it’s like I lost control of myself and I went up to him and he asked if I was gonna take him up on his offer and that he’d like to bend me over and stare at my sweet ass all night...and then I hit him, sir.” 

“Good.” 

You look up at Price in surprise at his answer, your eyes widening a bit. “S-sorry, sir?” 

“I have little tolerance for alphas that think it’s alright to speak crudely to omegas, especially those they were explicitly told to let be. You saved me a lot of paperwork today. Simon would have done a lot worse had you not gotten to him first.” He moves the papers on his desk aside, holding out his hand. “Let me see.” 

You stare at his hand for a moment before you realize he’s talking about your hand. You push your sleeve up, putting your hand in his. Your knuckles have swollen a bit and bruised, tender to the touch as he runs his thumb over them. 

“Simon told me you asked him to teach you to fight.” He says, closing his fingers around your hand. 

“Well, not so much fight, sir.” You say, staring at your hands. “Maybe just how to throw a decent punch.” 

“I’d say the one you threw today was at least half-decent. Corporal Allen is sporting quite the bruise on his face.” The corner of his lips lift in a smile. “You won’t have to worry about him anymore. He’ll be properly dealt with and they’ll all be receiving a lecture on proper base etiquette.” 

“So...am I in trouble, sir?” You ask, pulling your hand back slowly as he releases it. 

“No, you were simply defending yourself after Corporal Allen made a pass at you. Just don’t make it a habit of going around punching alphas.” He smiles. 

“I’ll try not to, sir.” You say, relieved that you weren’t about to get punished for your mistake. 

“Go on.” He nods towards the door. “I’m sure the boys are waiting for you.” 

“Thank you, sir.” You say, standing up from your chair, heading towards the door. 

Price leans back in his chair as the door closes, the sweet scent of caramel and strawberries still permeating his office. He breathes it in for a moment before pulling out his phone, scrolling through the contacts. 

“You’ll be delighted to hear our girl punched an alpha in the face today.” He says once the other line picks up. 

“She did what?” Laswell asks, genuine surprise in her tone. 

“One of the Corporals made a pass at her, and she left quite the bruise on his cheek. She’s turning into quite the spitfire.” 

“I told you she would fit right in. Underneath all that institute-taught BS there’s quite the personality. How is she settling in?” 

“She’s softening up to the betas already. Still a bit fidgety, but she’s found a way to get Simon to warm up to her.” 

“Oh? How so?” 

“She asked him to teach her to fight.” Price grins. 

Laswell chuckles. “I told you she’s smart. Just make sure he’s gentle with her.” 

“Don't worry, I reminded him to go easy on her. I think it will be good for both of them. Some forced proximity will be good for Simon and she’ll get to learn a few things that could be helpful.” 

“So long as she doesn’t go around trying to fight more alphas.” 

“She’s already promised not to. The Corporal got off easy. I can only imagine what Simon might have done to him.” 

“I’m glad to hear things are going well, John. I worry about her sometimes, but I know you boys will take good care of her.” 

“We’re doing our best.” 

“If you ever need anything, you know you can call.” 

“I know. I’ll keep you updated as her heat gets closer.” 

“Good. I’d hate to have to file that paperwork.” 

Price grimaces. “I know. I hope you don’t have to.” 

You’re tying your shoes as the knock sounds on the door. You’re not sure how they manage to do it, always seeming to catch you at the perfect moment. You’re glad Kate thought to get you some more active-wear type clothing, though perhaps she expected you’d be getting involved in their training or at least start a bit of your own once you arrived, just as she had thought to get you outdoorsy clothes too. 

You open the door, staring up at the hulking form of Ghost. 

“Come on.” He grunts, turning on his heel to walk down the hallway. 

You quickly close your door, hurrying after him. Not much has changed since your request for him to train you, though you didn’t really expect it to. Not at first, at least. You still have to prove yourself to him. Simply existing and getting involved in their lives would not be enough. 

He escorts you to the gym, a building you haven’t been in yet. There’s a few soldiers milling around, most of them in the weight room. There’s a pool across from the weight room, for more than just swimming, you think. Your father had talked about his own water survival training. You can only imagine the kind of water training they go through. 

Ghost leads you towards the back of the gym, unlocking a door near the exit. It’s set up not unlike a dojo, mats on the floor and punching bags and other training equipment along the walls. Ghost empties his pockets, setting his things on a bench before removing his sweatshirt. 

You can’t help but stare, only ever having seen him in long sleeves. His muscles bulge beneath his t-shirt, the first bit of skin revealed to you besides his neck, chin, and hands. Your eyes are drawn to his arms, taking in the sheer size of them. 

Tattoos. 

He has a sleeve of tattoos on his left arm. You have a desire to look at them closer, to trace each one but you wouldn’t dare. Not right now. You pull off your own sweatshirt, folding it and setting it on the bench, leaving you in just a t-shirt and your leggings. 

You fail in your attempt not to stare as he walks towards the center of the mat in his t-shirt and sweatpants, swallowing nervously. He turns to face you, motioning for you to approach with two of his fingers. Your face warms as you hurry onto the mat, coming to stand in front of him. 

“Let me see.” He says, holding out his hand. 

You stare at it for a moment before your brain catches up, and you put your right hand into his. You ignore the feeling of his fingers wrapping around your hand, lifting it so he can inspect your still bruised knuckles. 

“We’ll start with dodging.” He says, releasing your hand, taking a step back. “Let me see your stance.” 

You part your feet a little, bringing your fists up to your face. His shoulders shake in a quiet huff of a laugh as he stares at you. 

“You need to stagger your stance more.” He says, circling you. “Otherwise,” Hands push you from behind, and you nearly avoid face planting into the floor. “You’re too easy to knock over. The last thing you want is the fight to end up on the floor. You won’t be getting back up if you let your opponent overpower you that much. Again.” He motions to you. 

You set up your stance again, widening your feet just a bit. 

“Good.” He says, moving to stand in front of you. “These protect your face.” He says, hands wrapping around your wrists, raising your hands just a bit. “You get hit in the face...” 

“I won’t be getting back up.” You finish for him. 

You know most fights end up with both opponents on the ground. You’d watched your brothers wrestle and play fight enough to know that. You’re not here to learn how to win a fight, only how to protect yourself enough until you can find space to run. 

You barely have time to stumble back as his fist swings at you, nearly losing your footing. “Hey! You could warn me first.” 

“You think someone attacking you is going to warn you?” He asks. 

He has a point. 

“Use your legs.” He says as you set yourself up again. “Move side to side if you can instead of ducking under the punch, but if you have to, don’t let your eyes leave your opponent.” 

You see this punch coming, ducking to your right to avoid getting hit. 

“Good.” He says, repeating the motion with his left hand. “Stay focused.” 

You continue with the same motion a few times, already starting to feel a bit fatigued. Running is one thing, but strength is another. Most omegas aren’t naturally strong, nor are they inclined to increase their strength. That’s what alphas and their packs are for. It’s not unheard of, though, for omegas to increase their physical strength. Perhaps you’ll need to consider looking into doing that as well. 

Ghost takes a step back, letting you rest for a moment. You’re breathing heavily, though he’s hardly looking fatigued at all. He’s used to this, you remind yourself. He probably throws more punches in a day in the field than he’s thrown at you so far in 30 minutes. 

“Now, let’s make it a bit more realistic.” He says, a low rumble at the edge of his voice. 

A wave of scent hits you, your brain nearly short-circuiting. Fear pulses through you, ozone burning your nostrils. You stumble backwards, landing on your back on the mat. You’re breathing heavily, every cell in your body screaming at you to run or submit. 

“That’s...that’s n-not fair!” You say, your hands trembling from the adrenaline coursing through you. 

“Any alpha you fight is going to use every natural advantage they have over you.” Ghost says, stalking towards you. You can practically see it, the purebred alpha within him coming through. “You need to learn to protect yourself against them.” 

“That's...that’s not possible.” You say, the edge of a whine detectable in your tone. 

He kneels down over you, crowding into your space despite the souring of your scent. It doesn’t even seem to phase him as he forces you flat on your back, his hands coming to rest on either side of your head. You stare up at him, every fiber of your being screaming at you to bare your throat, submit, give in. 

Don’t back down. 

Don’t back down. 

You push past the fear, the instincts screaming at you as you drive your knee up into his stomach. He lets out a grunt but it doesn’t phase him, his hand wrapping around your leg, using his sheer strength to flip you onto your stomach under him. He presses against you, body folding over yours. You resist the urge, the instinct to press back into him, to be a good omega. 

“If an alpha gets you onto the floor...” He says, warm breath fanning your ear through his mask. “You won’t want to get back up.” 

His face presses against your neck as he inhales deeply before he pushes himself up, grabbing the back of your shirt and hauling you to your feet as well. You’re shaking, your heart thumping in your chest. Your head feels fuzzy, your brain buzzing a bit. Your omega is confused, poised to strike but she’s not sure against who. Ghost isn’t a threat, and you know that, but he had just proved how easily he could be. Any of them could be, with a simple scent change and their sheer strength. 

“Again.” He says, getting into a fighting stance. 

“You can’t expect me to fight after that.” You say, your voice breathless. 

“If you’re in a real fight, you won’t have much of a choice.” He says, the rumble still audible around his own voice. 

He’s right. If someone is attacking you, it’s likely going to be to kill, or to try and take you from them. Your omega shifts uncomfortably as you raise your shaking hands to guard your face. You continue to dodge punches, hitting the ground more and more as you continue to get tired. You’re going to be sore, still feeling your hike through the woods a bit. 

The door opens, giving you a moment to breathe. Soap enters, a grin on his face. 

“Ah, the wee lass is still breathin’.” He says, leaning against the wall. “Came tae make sure ye hadnae killed ‘er.” 

You can practically hear Ghost roll his eyes, his back turned to you as he says something to Soap. You can’t hear what it is, the ringing in your ears too loud. Your omega is still worked up, still poised to strike, more so now in your exhausted state. You push yourself off the floor, not having a moment to think things through before you’re throwing yourself at Ghost’s back. 

He turns before you hit him, catching you and flipping you onto your back on the mat. You hit hard, the breath forced from your lungs at the impact.

“Christ, Simon!” Soap shouts, hurrying to your side. “Ye tryin’ tae break her, ye numpty?” 

“Don’t do that again.” Ghost growls at you, stomping over to grab his things before leaving the room. 

“Easy, hen.” Soap soothes you as you gasp for air, his hand gently rubbing your shoulder. “Be over before ye know it.” 

Slowly the paralysis of your diaphragm begins to lessen, your stomach still aching but the air comes easier now. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to fight the tears. You’ve messed it up. One day and you’ve already done more damage than you would have had you not asked him to teach you to fight. 

“Don’ worry, hen. He’s just worked up, that's all.” Soap says, brushing a damp strand of hair from your forehead. 

“It’s his fault.” You murmur. 

“Maybe, but yer scent...surprised you didn’t notice, hen.” Soap wiggles his brows. 

Your face warms. You hadn’t noticed the uptick of muskiness in the room, the heady scent of arousal before now.

It’s not yours. 

“Me?” You ask, letting Soap help you into a seated position. 

Soap smirks. “It wasnae me that tented his breeks this time.” 

Your face warms even more, your body feeling like it might explode. 

“Come on, hen.” He says, slipping his hands under your arms to lift you to your feet. “There’s still time tae shower before breakfast.” 

“I can assume you know why you were called in here sooner than our normal weekly meeting time.” Dr. Keller says as you sit in her office. 

“Because I punched Corporal Allen.” You say with a wince. 

Dr. Keller nods. “Indeed. I just want to make sure you’re feeling alright, after that. Getting into an altercation with an alpha can be tough.�� 

“I don’t think I’d call it an altercation.” You say quietly. 

“Maybe not,” She says, shuffling her papers. “But standing up to an alpha can be daunting.” 

“I wasn’t alone.” You shrug. “Ghost was there.” 

“I saw both yours and Lieutenant Riley’s account of what happened. I’m wondering, would you have confronted him if you were alone?” 

Her question makes you think for a moment. Would you have stopped? Would you have confronted him, much less punched him if you were alone, or even with one of the others? No, you likely would have ignored him and kept walking like you did with Gaz. You’d likely have gone straight to your room and cried a little out of embarrassment and disgust. 

“No, ma’am.” You say quietly. “I don’t think so.” 

Dr. Keller nods. “You’re aware of Lieutenant Riley’s status.” 

You nod, a frown pulling at your brows. How did she figure it out? “Yes, ma’am.” 

“I know because I have access to their medical records.” Dr. Keller says. “It’s required for statuses to be present in medical records since purebreds have to be treated differently, just as alphas, betas, and omegas have to be treated differently.” 

You do know that. You know that an injured alpha can get defensive if they feel cornered. You know omegas can die from stress if they’re not taken care of correctly. You know betas can get overwhelmed by large groups of injured people all in the same place without proper training to filter out the scents of agony and suffering. 

“I think you reacted to his scent.” Dr. Keller continues. “You mentioned feeling a sudden rush of uncontrollable anger. Do you remember smelling anything at that moment?” 

You nod. “Ozone.” 

She nods, the pieces beginning to come together in your own head. “I’m sure you’ve figured out how different purebred alpha’s are and how much more potent their scents are. Your own status makes you more susceptible to their scents and the changes in them. You were reacting to the change in his scent. Your omega sensed a threat, and took over for a moment to defend you. It’s a natural response in omegas towards those they see as protectors, or even packmates.” 

Your eyes widen a bit at her words. Ghost is technically your packmate. He’s an alpha in your pack, but you’ve never considered that you see him as anything but. He has defended you, and he had defended you not long before your altercation with Corporal Allen. Had your omega begun to cling to him out of a sheer need for protection after something like what happened in the mess? 

You would like Ghost to see you as more than just an omega in his pack, more than just Price’s omega. You know he’d never claim you, but you’d at least like to get onto friendly terms with him. Soap said it had taken proving himself before Ghost started to accept him. You’re hoping your time spent learning how to fight helps you prove yourself, that you’re not a threat or even a risk. That maybe you can be an acceptable omega for his pack. 

“Aside from this incident, how are you settling in? How are things going with your new pack?” 

“Fine, I guess.” You shrug, starting to pick at your sleeve again. “Ghost is teaching me to defend myself.”

“Oh? Does this have something to do with what happened with Corporal Allen? Or is there a different reason?” Dr. Keller asks. 

“I mean, partially that but also, Ghost, he’s...hard to get along with.” You grimace. “I know that in relationships, a good way to bond with people is to get into their hobbies so you have something in common. Ghost...ghost speaks in violence and I think it would help ease some of my fears if I can at least defend myself.” 

“I think this is a great idea. It allows for some bonding time between the two of you, and it can also be beneficial to ease your anxiety a bit. As long as you’re being careful and you don’t get hurt.” She says, giving you a pointed look. 

You think back to Ghost flipping you onto your back on the mat, narrowly missing getting hit, how he’d pinned you down using his own scent against you. “He’s being careful.” You say, clearing your throat. “Price would put him through the ringer if something happened. Even just as an accident.” 

“How are things going with Price?” She asks, writing something down. 

You shrug. “Fine. He involved me in some training this past weekend. We hiked out to a watchtower and the others tried to follow my scent. We got to spend some time together while we waited.” 

“Have you done much of that? Spending time together?” She asks. 

You shake your head. “Not really. He’s...busy. A lot.” 

“You should start making an effort to get to know him more.” Dr. Keller says. “It’ll make it easier once your heat hits if you’re familiar with him. Have you knelt for him yet?” 

You shake your head again, not wanting to answer out loud. 

“Why not?” She asks. 

“He still hasn’t asked me to.” You murmur. 

“Do you know why omegas kneel for their alphas?” She asks. 

You nod. “It’s good for our brains and bodies. It helps relax us and soothes our omega, makes it easier to process stressful events and can prevent stress related diseases later in life.” 

Dr. Keller nods. “Correct. It’s an important first step in building that bond between an alpha and an omega, when it’s done correctly.” 

Bad alphas can use kneeling to control omegas, put them in certain mindsets, make them more subservient. You know this, you’d heard stories from your fellow omegas after watching their parents. That’s not kneeling. You never had the heart to tell them it was so much worse. 

“Do you want to kneel for him?” She asks you. 

That word again. 

You do want to kneel for him. You’ve wanted to since this past Saturday in the watchtower. You’ve felt that urge, that drive to drop to your knees beside him and let yourself go, let him carry everything you’ve been feeling over the last week. 

You nod slowly, ripping one of the strings off your sleeve. You’re fighting the tears, fighting the emotions welling up inside you. You can feel them building, pushing against your stomach and your chest, threatening to burst right out of your skin and leave you nothing but an empty carcass. You’re breathing has picked up, shaking a bit as you inhale deeply. 

“Why haven’t you asked?” Dr. Keller asks, her brows furrowing as she stares at you. 

“I don’t know how!” The words tear from your lips, almost echoing as they bounce off the walls like projectiles. You haven’t so much as raised your voice in years, much less to a person of authority, but you can’t stop. The dam has been breached. “Everyone keeps asking me what I want, but I don’t know how to want!” Tears cascade down your cheeks, your breaths coming in sharp gasps. You cover your face with your hands, muffling your sobs. “I’m not supposed to want.” 

“Hey,” Dr. Keller’s voice is soft as she kneels in front of you, her hands trying to gently pry yours away from your face. “Who told you that?” 

“That’s what we’re taught!” You hiccup, letting her pull your hands from your face. The tears are still falling, lips trembling as you sob. “We’re supposed to be good omegas. Obedient and serve our alphas. We don’t want anything, we’re only supposed to give.” 

“Well that’s a load of bullshit if I’ve ever heard it.” 

Dr. Keller’s words shock you into reality, your sobs halting with a sharp inhale. You stare at her, the tears still spilling from your eyes. Your hands are closed into fists, your sore knuckles aching from the strain. 

“You’re an omega. It’s in your nature to want, to need. You can’t help your alpha if your own needs aren’t being met first. It’s okay to need things, to want things. Are there things you want?” 

“Softer blankets. Fluffier pillows. A nightlight. Something to put on my walls. Strawberry scented body wash. Some goddamn authentic Mexican food.” 

Dr. Keller chuckles lightly. “I can agree with you on that last one.” She squeezes your arms gently. “You’re allowed to ask for things. You’re not a soldier, and even they are allowed to have things of their own, comfort items, with them. It doesn’t have to be material things either that you ask for. I’m sure your pack would find a way to bend over backwards if you asked them.” 

She’s right. The book says omegas can hold great power over the members of their packs if they try. A mix of playing their instincts and the right behavior and temperament can have betas and alphas wrapped around your finger. The idea of having such control over four powerful men makes your head spin. 

“I want Soap to kiss me.” You blurt out, your face warming as you hastily wipe at your tears to hide. 

“Oh?” Dr. Keller’s eyebrows raise as she looks at you. “This is a new development.” 

“We...we almost did...a couple days ago.” You say, burying your face in your hands. “But I stopped it because I thought maybe Price...but then he said he didn’t care...” 

Dr. Keller gently wraps her hands around your wrists, lowering your hands. “It’s okay to want that, and it’s okay to want to kneel for Price. I bet he’d be delighted if you asked him. I bet he was waiting because he didn't think you were ready for it yet.”  

The calming beta scent washes over you, Dr. Keller projecting it to try and help you calm down. Your tears have stopped, your breathing starting to slow as the gentle almond scent goes straight to your brain. 

“I’d like us to still meet for our regularly scheduled appointment this week, but I’m giving you an assignment to complete between then and now.” Dr. Keller says. “I want you to ask one of the members of your pack for one thing that you want. You can pick what it is, and who you ask, but I want to hear about it when I see you later this week, understood?” 

You push back the nerves twisting in your stomach. “Yes, ma’am.” 

“Good.” She pushes herself up to stand. “You can stay here as long as you want. Just let me know when you’re ready to go back to the barracks. Take your time. You are my only patient.” 

She grabs the paperwork off the couch before moving to her desk. You watch her for a moment before letting your eyes wander. You wipe at your face, your cheeks feeling puffy from your tears. You’re glad she’s giving you time to relax. The last thing you needed was to run into a member of your pack like this. 

That’s not a conversation you want to have right now. 

You take deep breaths, letting the beta scent permeating the air calm you down. You sink down further into the chair, letting it surround you. It’s soft, the cushions pressing around you like a hug. You wonder how she managed to get it in the hard, “function-above-all” world of the military. You wonder how she got most things in her office, or maybe if she’d brought them with her. 

It was likely Kate’s doing, you think. The office space was made for an omega, set up to be as comforting as possible. Though, you don't doubt Dr. Keller would have argued her case for having these things fearlessly if she had to. 

You stay in her office for a while, listening to the clacking of her keyboard as the soothing beta scent washes over you. Your eyes are still burning a bit as you force yourself out of the chair, out of the soft comfort you could spend days wrapped in. 

“I’m ready to go now.” You say quietly. 

“Okay.” Dr. Keller says, finishing what she was typing before she stands, grabbing her keys. 

She locks the office behind you before you leave the medical center, pulling up your hood to protect you from the drizzling rain. You’re growing used to the perpetually grey skies and sudden rainstorms. 

Dr. Keller squeezes your arm gently as you stop at the door to the barracks. “Remember what I told you. I’ll see you in a few days, alright?” 

You nod. “Thank you.” 

She smiles softly. “You did good today. I am proud of you.” 

You slip into the door of the barracks as she makes her way back to the medical center, your shoes squeaking on the tile floors. You head back to your room, the silence in the barracks telling you they’re not back yet. 

You kick off your shoes, pulling your damp sweatshirt off as you sit on the edge of your bed. You stare at your ruined sleeve, the seam split to the edge of the cuff now. You got the sweatshirt from one of your fellow omegas at the institute, and you’ve worn it almost every day since. It’s turned a bit raggedy, and your picking at it hasn’t helped any. 

Ask for one thing that you want. 

It would be easy to ask for a new sweatshirt. You’re sure if you asked Gaz, he’d give you the one right off his back. Everything you can think to ask for, they’d have to buy. If you asked Soap, he’d likely commandeer the closest vehicle and drive straight to town and buy you one in every color, even if he didn’t have permission to. 

You could ask for something that’s not material. 

Warmth floods your face as you think about it. How would you even ask? You can’t just ask directly. You could, but you might die of embarrassment if anyone heard you. There’s nothing to really be embarrassed about, but you can’t help it. It’s a bold thing to ask for, and you’re not sure you’re feeling quite so bold today. 

You chew on your lip as the barrack door opens, their voices echoing down the hallway as they return from their morning training. They pass by your door, their own doors opening and closing. You get up, moving to stand in front of your own door, holding your breath. You could just step out, knock on his door and ask. He’s probably changing, though. You’d never get the words out if he thought it was one of the others and opened it half dressed. 

You have to do it, though, before you lose your nerve. If you don’t do it now, you’ll never do it and you’ll have to tell Dr. Keller that you failed. You’re allowed to want things. It’s your nature to want things. It’s human nature to want things. There’s nothing wrong with having needs and wants. 

You can want this. 

You repeat it over and over as you slowly open your door, letting it close behind you. You smell the air, finding the trail of his scent. It disappears down the hall and around the corner towards the rec room. Your legs feel shaky as you follow it, your stomach twisting anxiously. You can want this. It’s okay to want this. 

You turn the corner, finding him coming out of the rec room. He grins at you, eyes sparkling. 

You want this. 

“Hey, lass, was just lookin’ for ye. Are ye ready for lunch-” 

His words cut off as you grab his face, standing on your toes to press your lips against his. He makes a surprised sound against your lips, his body tensing. It’s quick, only a couple seconds before you’re releasing him, taking a big step back. Your eyes are wide with shock, almost as wide as his. His lips are parted in surprise still, his shoulders tensed. 

“Sorry.” You blurt out, your nerves only heightened. What if he hadn’t wanted it? “Sorry, I just...I wanted to do it and I wanted you to do it that day, but I’ve never had a real kiss before and I thought maybe Price would want to...but then he said he didn’t care-” 

Your words cut off as he grips your chin, lifting your face so you’re looking at him. The tension has melted from his shoulders, the surprise gone from his face. His eyes are soft as they stare down at you, his thumb brushing your lower lip. 

“I didnae know it was yer first kiss.” He says softly. “I wouldnae pushed it so far if I did.” 

“It wasn’t technically my first kiss, I kissed another omega at the institute but I don’t really count it cause I did it for her.” You shrug. “I’ve regretted pulling away since that day and Dr. Keller said I should start learning to want things and she gave me the assignment of asking for one thing that I want before I see her again at the end of the week and I could have just asked for something simple but-” 

Your words are cut off as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours again. It’s soft and sweet, his hand sliding from your chin to the back of your head, holding you against him. Your fingers grip his shirt, and you lift yourself onto your toes to press back against him as his lips move against yours. 

His forehead presses against yours as he pulls away, your breaths mingling as you continue to hold each other. “Gaz will be upset he missed out.” He says quietly, lips tugging up in a smile as he squeezes your waist. 

“He can kiss me later.” You say, pressing a quick kiss to his lips once more before pulling away. “After lunch.” 

Soap chuckles quietly, slipping his hand into yours. “After lunch.” 

You hesitate outside the door, shifting nervously on your feet. You could turn around and go back to bed, pretend like you hadn’t spent an hour convincing yourself to walk down here, like you haven’t been thinking about this all afternoon. You had already completed your assignment for the week. You’d kissed Soap, done something you wanted. You’ve fulfilled that desire, and it didn’t kill you. You hadn’t dropped dead afterward. If the others noticed, they didn’t say anything. 

This isn’t a want. 

You knock softly on the door, half tempted to turn and run and hide under your covers until you inevitably have to get up tomorrow. 

“Come in.” 

Your hand hesitates on the door handle for just a moment before you’re turning it, stepping into the office. He doesn’t look surprised to see you, though you suppose if nothing else, he had smelled you standing outside. The thought makes your cheeks warm in embarrassment. How long has he known you were standing out there? 

“What can I do for you, sweetheart?” He asks, setting down his pen. 

You shuffle nervously, clasping your hands in front of you. “I-I was wondering...I..um...” You take a deep breath. “I was wondering if I could kneel for you.” 

You bite your lip as he stares at you, the words having come out fast, almost meshing into one long string of nonsense. His eyes darken just a bit, his scent thickening in the air. 

“You want to kneel for me, sweetheart?” He asks, his voice low and rough. 

You nod, shifting your weight again. “Yes, sir.” 

“Grab a pillow.” He nods to the couch. “I won’t have you hurting yourself.” 

You grab one of the pillows from the couch, wondering how often he’s slept in his office. How many nights he’s spent awake, pouring over files, his mind working too hard for him to find any rest. You set the pillow on the floor before kneeling down next to him, facing his desk. You shift until you’re comfortable, sitting back on your feet. You let out a long breath as your eyes slipped closed, your fingers twitching anxiously in your lap. 

Price’s hand is gentle as it comes to rest on the top of your head. You relax into his touch as he strokes your hair, working his way down towards your neck. You force your mind to relax, easing away the desire to tense your shoulders, to draw them up around your ears. It’s pure natural instinct, one that will fade the more you practice, the more you bond with him. The more you trust him. 

“Ready?” He asks, his voice sounding far away despite the fact you’re right next to him. 

“Yes, sir.” You murmur, pressing your head into his hand. 

His hand slips lower, curling around the back of your neck. You inhale sharply as he finally makes contact with the sensitive area. His hand is warm, the tension slowly easing from your body as he presses his thumb lightly into the side of your neck. The back of your brain begins to buzz, your mind slowly filling with static. You relax even further, your head bowing just slightly as you feel the weight of the last three months lifting off your shoulders. 

All the emotions, all the fear, all the unknowns suddenly feel far away. All the apprehension and the anxiety are soothed to nothing as he holds you, the hand on your neck a firm reminder that you’re not alone in this anymore. You have an alpha now, a strong alpha that you can trust in, that will carry it all for you. 

You don’t need to be stressed or afraid anymore. A warmth begins blossoming within you, spreading from your core out to your fingers and toes. You feel a bit dazed, but not in a bad way. You’re not afraid of the feeling, not with your alpha’s hand around the back of your neck keeping you safe. 

You’re not sure how much time passes, how long you kneel there. It could be five minutes, it could be two hours. Price continues to go over his paperwork, his other hand steady on the back of your neck. It’s not until he’s done that he carefully pushes his seat back, kneeling on the floor next to you. He releases your neck, catching your body as it slumps over, drawing you against his chest. 

“Easy, sweet girl.” He murmurs, pressing your face into his neck. 

You’re shaking a bit, brain still dazed and flying as you breathe in his scent. Earthy, trees, petrichor. The warm muskiness of a content alpha. You made him smell like that. You invoked that scent. 

“Feeling alright?” He murmurs into your hair, gently stroking your side as you begin to come back into your body. 

You hum in affirmation, wrapping your arms around his neck. You haven’t been this close to him yet, not since the scenting and that was more of a formal closeness, a required closeness. This is because you want it. 

“Don’t let me go.” You murmur into his neck, clinging to him tightly. 

His arms tighten around you for a moment before he slips them under you, lifting you into his arms easily. He pushes himself from the floor, moving to sit on the couch with you on his lap. You let yourself go lax in his hold again, feeling calmer and more relaxed than you have in months. You feel safe in his arms, not that he would have let anything happen to you before. 

You’ve always been safe, you think as you let your eyes drift closed again. 

The water is hot as it runs down his back, contrasting the cool tile against his forehead. His eyes are closed, breaths slow and steady through his nose. He can’t get that damn scent of vanilla and sweet, sweet omega arousal out of his head. He drives his fist into the wall with a growl, cursing the blood rushing south. 

He can’t forget the way you felt under him, pinned so easily and helpless beneath him. He hates the way his cock twitches at the thought of the pout on your lips as he’d swung at you, narrowly missing you too many times. The way you tried to jump him. 

He lets out another frustrated growl, slamming his forehead into the tile. A hand presses against his bare back and he turns on his heel, hand wrapping around Johnny’s throat, slamming him back against the shower wall. 

Jesus Christ, he’s going to kill the mutt one of these days. 

“Easy, Lt.” Johnny rasps, not fazed at all by the alpha’s actions. His eyes flicker lower, to the hard cock standing at attention. “Bit worked up, eh?” 

He lets Johnny go with a growl, stepping back under the water, turning it all the way to the right until it’s nearly freezing. He almost groans in frustration as the water shuts off completely, his eyes cracking open as Johnny’s hand trails up his chest. 

“Easy, big guy. Let me help ye.” 

Simon moves until his back is pressed against the tiles, eyes not leaving Johnny’s sapphire ones as the beta slowly kneels in front of him. Johnny’s hands trace over his hips, outlining scars both old and new. Johnny’s fingers finally reach his cock, wrapping around the thick length. Simon sighs in quiet relief as Johnny slowly pumps his length, their gazes still locked. 

Simon stares down at Johnny through his blonde lashes as Johnny leans forward, dragging his tongue along his head. A low growl rumbles through his chest as the beta circles his tongue around his head, smearing precum on his chin. He’s painfully hard now, breaking his gaze as his head tilts back, eyes fluttering closed. 

His fingers sink into Johnny’s mohawk as the beta takes his cock in his mouth. He breathes through his nose, relaxing his throat as Simon’s cock sinks deeper and deeper, Johnny’s hands closing around his hips to hold himself steady. Simon grips his hair tightly as he begins to move, bobbing his head along his length, his tongue pressing against the bottom of his cock. 

Simon squeezes his eyes closed as an image comes to mind, a smaller hand fondling his balls. His hand wraps around the base of his cock as he imagines soft lips on his tip, Johnny’s tongue tracing the parts of him that you can’t fit yet as you take him in your mouth. The sweet whines that would be pulled from you as he choked you on his thick length, Johnny whispering sweet encouragements to you. 

He can picture the two of you, you and Johnny with your tongues entwined, his cum stringing between your lips. 

He growls, yanking Johnny off his cock and pinning him to the tile wall. Johnny’s lips are parted as he breathes heavily, eyes blown with lust as he stares up at his alpha. Simon’s hand tugs at his hair, tilting his head back to bear his throat. Johnny lets out a quiet moan as he sinks his teeth into the delicate skin, leaving a mark he’ll wear proudly for a few days. 

“Turn around and bend over.” He growls to the beta, his cock still hard and throbbing. 

“Sir, yes sir.” Johnny says, smirking wickedly as he slowly turns to face the wall. 

Fucking christ, Simon groans. They’re going to be the death of him. 

You’re going to be the death of him. 

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Poly TF141 x Omega! Reader Headcanons

(Poly TF14 x F! Omega Reader)

(Part Four: The First Heat)

Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Hidden designations, Alpha! John Price, Alpha! Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Beta! Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Omega! John 'Soap' MacTavish, Omega F! Reader, Group dynamics, Poly TF141, Heat cycles, Comfort, SoapGaz, Slowburn

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Your heat hits hard

It's not as bad as the one that nearly killed you, but to say it's uncomfortable would be an understatement

You don't notice it at first. You feel off, sure, but everyone has off days. You assume you just ate something bad at breakfast, shrug, and try to move on

As the day progresses you begin to wonder if you're coming down with something. You're parched, too warm, a little shaky. You think maybe it's a cold, that you'll just sleep it off

It isn't until you run into Price later that day that you realize

The scent of an alpha that's scent marked you in the past to help keep other away wafts across your senses, and before you can blink-

It sends you to your knees

Price is alarmed, and reaches for you, before he realizes exactly what's mixed in with your scent. You see his pupils dilatate, see his throat bob as he swallows, but he manages to haul you upwards and slowly helps you to your room

You're sluggish and hazy eyed by the time you get there, leaning your weight onto him fully as your legs refuse to cooperate. You try to apologize, and Price reminds you there's no need, that you can't help it, that he'll make sure you're safely put away

Yet he merely dumps you in your room and extracts himself before he can have a change of heart, quickly texts the others to inform them of the situation

You barely make it into bed, exhausted, feverish, muscles and joints aching. It doesn't take long for you to pass out

When you wake up, it's dark outside, your room is dim, and you feel damp, gross with sweat. Yet there's a little message on your phone from Gaz, letting you know there's a care package for you right outside the door

You manage to crawl over, open the door just enough to slide the box in. Your back presses to the door as you sit on the floor, eyeing the contents

Snacks, water, hygiene items, a little soap bar where someone has taken a blade to redundantly carve the word 'soap' into it, and a black dark hoodie with a scent so heavy that when you hold it to your face you moan.

You notice neither alphas has come to offer their assistance, and for that you're both glad and a little lonely about. The thought is shaken away as you stumble towards the shower, clean off, slide the hoodie on, eat and hydrate, and collapse back into bed

Maybe it won't be a bad heat, you think

You wake up and your world is on fire

There's only hot air as you gasp awake, clawing at your blanket, drenched in sweat, sheets soaked. Your skin itches, and you pull off the hoodie just to get a cool reprieve, only to drag it back on when the ache between your thighs clenches painfully

It feels like you're drowning, like your veins are molten, like you can barely breathe

And between your legs is a searing, pulsing emptiness that makes you clench around nothing, has you buck and gasp and whine in search of reprieve. Yet there's nothing to help. Not even the touch of your scent marked pillow, not even the smell of Ghost's hoodie or water or food

You manage to fumble for your phone, reach and text one single line

"He lp"

It's the middle of the night, you think they aren't awake, and after a few minutes you decide to fix this yourself, pulling yourself from bed towards a cold shower

You don't get far, legs collapsing under you the moment you stand. It's so much, and try as you may you can't seem to drag yourself very far, crying out in frustration and resorting to hauling a blanket from bed to curl on the floor

It's how Soap finds you, curled up and writhing in pain. You see his face float into view, ashen with concern, and still dressed in his sleeping clothes. You take one inhale and whine, arch your neck submissively because he smells faintly like Ghost, like Alpha.

It doesn't take long for him to help you into the bathroom, stick you in the shower with all your clothes on, and turn on the coldest water you can manage

"Yer burning up, hen'." He mutters, eyes cloudy with worry, a hand placed to your forehead. "Need tae cool you down."

He vanishes for a moment, and you whine until he comes back with a clean set of clothes

"Can you get dressed by yourself?" He asks, and you consider, shake your head

Soap is nothing less than a gentleman despite the fact he's already seen you naked before, manages to fumble you dry and get you into fresh clothes before helping you back into your room

It's there that you find Gaz, in the midst of changing your sweat damp sheets, bleary eyed but offering you a smile

You're considerably more relaxed by the time the two sergeants have you fed and hydrated, finally curled up between the both of them on your cot

They're soaked in Price and Ghost's scents, and it's enough to make the need between your thighs relax just enough for you to go limp between them

Your head is cloudy with lust, with need, swimming with low pulsing desire at bodies pressing into you on either side smelling like alpha

It makes you hiccup, tears forming in your eyes at wanting, needing, hoping for them as your blood thrums too warm in your veins, and your voice chokes on their names as if somehow you can summon them the quell the ache

You know, in some distant, logical part of your brain, that Price and Ghost are being more than decent about this, that even if you asked in this state they'd refuse you until your mind is clear

It doesn't stop you from being a whiny, needy, horny mess between the two men that smell like them. Your hips jerk automatically, seeking friction, even as a hand kneads the small of your back to try and soothe you into keeping still. it has the entirely opposite effect, makes your fangs pop out and a low, heady moan tumble past your lips

It aches

Yet then a large, firm hand grasps onto your nape, and you suck in an unsteady breath as someone who smells like an alpha scruffs you, making you automatically go limp and still

"Good omega." Soap purrs in your ear, and you shudder, whine, but remain pliant in his grip, wet eyelashes fluttering as a heavy fog of sleep descends upon you once more, safe in the arms of the two men you trust the most to keep you like this

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The story of us chapter 7

Pairing-Triple Frontier boys x f!reader

Chapter summary-Santiago is forced to make a decision.

CW- 18+,MDNI,Explicit. A link will be posted going forward to avoid spoilers.

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Notes-See series master list for full story notes. This is the chapter that started it all. Santiago the final boss. Also mentioned is hc that Pope has a nightlight thanks to @melodygatesauthor link.

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Not beta read

Chapter VII Weak in the knees

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You stretch comfortably relishing in the softness of your sheets. Rarely do you have the chance to indulge in uninterrupted slumber. You know all too well the nightmares that plague you and your boys from years in the service and the events in Colombia. 

  Your ex never had much of a tolerance for helping you through them, often jostling you awake to stop your soft whines. Being horribly ripped from your nightmares was better than having to sleep through them when he opted to head to the couch instead. 

  Despite sleeping alone, it was much more peaceful knowing you had someone who truly cared for you. As though the universe could read your mind you can feel the light buzz of your phone under your pillow. Your stomach flutters at the prospect of which one could be calling you this early in the morning. 

  Ben’s face lights up your screen, a photo you took of him after his first knockout win, you’ve never seen him happier than he was in that moment. Surrounded by all the people he loved most doing the thing he was so passionate about. 

  Good morning honey. You want to scream into your pillow at his sleepy deep voice but you calm your nerves and do your best to reply. 

  “Good morning babe.” 

  If you call me babe again I’m driving over there right now. It’s not surprising that you’re having the same effect on him but it makes you happy all the same.

  Listen I know it’s last minute but I wanted to invite you to my fight tonight. It’s out of town so we’re spending the night.

  “Sorry I promised some coworkers I’d go out tonight for their birthday.” 

  Be safe please and call Santi if you need anything. 

  “Oh…he’s not going with you?”

  No it’s just me,Fish and Will. Santi said he was busy but he’s probably just gonna sulk in his apartment. 

  You decide not to pry into what that means. You knew he needed his space from time to time so it wasn’t out of the ordinary.

  “Good luck tonight babe. I’ll see you guys when you get back.” You giggle at the groan he lets out on the other end.

  You’re a tease, you know that. 

  You hang up smiling down at your phone. You know the two of you could spend an ungodly amount of time talking about nothing and arguing about who should hang up first. You roll over clutching the phone to your chest wondering how you got so lucky. Maybe this was just a dream that you’d wake up from one day but for now you’d enjoy it in whatever form it came.

  ****

  You don’t remember the last time you had this much fun dancing. It was true that you had neglected several relationships in lieu of that asshole and you were grateful that you hadn’t completely ruined those connections. 

  You’re on the dance floor with the birthday girl and a few other coworkers when you glance over at the bar. The floor feels like it’s going to give out as all the air leaves your lungs. Maybe it was the drinks or your mind playing cruel tricks on you but you swear you saw your ex.

  “You ok hon.” Angela yells over the music in your ear bringing you back to the moment. 

  “Ya…I think I just need to sit down for a minute.” You walk to the table on shaky legs as you try and get a grip on reality. 

  You needed to calm down, it probably wasn’t him. Even if it was, he had every right to be in this public place. You’re trying to silence the alarm bells in your brain telling you he was following you. Ptsd does horrible things to your mental state. You’re trying to remember some of the things Will told you. Ground yourself, 4 things you can touch,3 things you can hear,2 things you can smell, 1 thing you can taste. 

  This is quite possibly the worst place to ground yourself. All you can feel is the stickiness of the table in front of you, you can’t hear anything beyond the music and the loud voices echoing over it. The smell of cheap liquor and heavy cologne permeate your senses and the last thing you want to taste right now is the watered down drink that was left unattended while you were dancing.

  Your chest is getting tight and the bar seems to be darker than it was 5 minutes ago. You have to get out of here.

  You don’t want to bother Santi and you don’t think you could even wait long enough for him to arrive before you pass out from a full blown panic attack.

  You pull out your phone to call an Uber and head outside as you text your friends that you were feeling sick and had to leave. You hover close to the bouncer outside as you wait briefly for it to arrive.

  The humid air outside does nothing to calm your nerves as the small black sedan pulls up and you double check the license plate to make sure it’s your driver. 

  You take the first deep breath in a while as you enter the car and an older woman offers you her name and smiles. 

  You can feel the soft cloth seats beneath your fingers and the cool metal of the buckle as you secure your seatbelt. You set your phone and purse down beside you as you rest your head back against the seat. You can hear the ac blasting, the sounds of the soft jazz on her radio, the thrumming of the car's engine. It smells like a new car and her fresh pine air freshener she has hanging on the rear view mirror. 

  “I have some water in a cooler back there if you want some hon.” You open your eyes and try to choke back the tears that have been threatening to spill since you left the bar. It’s not like she knew your nickname, it's just a term of endearment. 

  “Thank you.” You gratefully accept the water as your panic subsides, thanking whoever out there sent your guardian angel to pick you up. 

  You don’t know when you closed your eyes again but a bright flashing light startles you awake. You can tell you’re almost home as you try and gain your bearings but the vehicle behind you is so close it’s impossible to see.

  “Excuse my language but this person is driving like an asshole.” You chuckle at the older woman’s response as the car pulls around you speeding aggressively by. 

  “Almost home hon…” She smiles sweetly to you in the mirror as you try to school your expression. You’d recognize that truck anywhere and suddenly your suspicions from the bar were all but confirmed. 

  Fuck

  ****

Just pick up the phone and call her, if only it were that simple for Santiago as he sits alone in his apartment staring down at the blank phone screen like it’s going to spontaneously call you. 

Will's words echoed in his mind, playing on a constant loop. Why was he denying himself happiness? That stubborn part of his brain always goes to the worst case scenario. If it doesn’t work out he could lose you forever. 

Somehow he forgets how many times he’s been here before with you. He won’t admit to the guys how many times you’ve waded into that territory. You confessed your love so many times only to be met with his stupid avoidances or the casual ‘ love you too’. 

Everything was different after Colombia, after that night you spent in the hotel just holding each other. No words were spoken but feelings were exchanged. In true Santiago fashion you returned to the states and he acted as if nothing had happened. You didn’t want to admit how much it broke you. 

He was always running from his feelings but he kept your heart on a string from the moment you met. The string would get closer or further away depending on how he was feeling but that was the closest it’s been to snapping. 

He could say what he wanted about the other guys but he broke the rules more than anyone. Always toting the line of no one can have you if I can’t. He never made an attempt over the years to like your boyfriends, it didn’t bother you much, you knew how protective he was in more ways than one. 

You however would do your best to like his girlfriends or the ones that actually stuck around for more than a month. He would find some excuse to break it off when she started getting too close to the group. Any serious relationship threatening what you had made him feel uneasy. 

Little did you know he could never have someone he loved so close to someone he was pretending to love. 

After Colombia he thought you were just coping like you usually did. Find some shitty guy for a few weeks to occupy your mind and then everything would go back to the way it was. You stopped responding to texts, stopped showing up to the bar, stopped showing up to Benny's fights. Maybe this time he finally pushed you over the edge. Into the arms of someone unworthy of your love and genuine kindness. 

He could call himself a hypocrite for even having these thoughts. He was too stubborn for that. He couldn’t see that he was being just as shitty to you as any of the guys you’ve dated. He wouldn’t commit but he wouldn’t let you get far enough to forget that he was an option. 

Why couldn’t he just say he loved you? 

The night before they confronted Mike was the first panic attack he’d had in a very long time. His chest  was growing tighter each time he couldn’t see you, his emotions threatening to boil over and affecting his daily life. He couldn’t focus or think about anything besides you. 

He didn’t regret coming over, but everyday since then not telling you how he truly felt was making the gaping hole in his heart even bigger. He convinced himself that he would just bide his time until the whole thing blew up in their faces. Now seeing you all so happy including Will he was starting to feel like an outcast. 

Incoming call

“Santi…I didn’t know who else to call.” Your frantic voice on the other line has him in full blown panic.

“Are you okay, what’s happening?” Silence on the other end. His feet are taking him out the door before he knows what’s happening. 

“Talk to me cariño.” 

“I’m sorry I dropped my phone…I was out with some friends and I thought I saw him at the bar but I couldn’t be sure but just now I think he drove by my house.”He can hear your sniffles and heavy breathing and the faint sound of keys. 

“Are you sure?” He doesn’t even need to ask who you’re referring to. 

“Santiago, have you seen his truck!” Of course the most obnoxious monstrosity known to man that screams I’m a douchebag. 

“Yes I’m sorry, I’m on my way right now, stay put.”

“I’m coming to you-.”

“No, you’ve been drinking, make sure the doors are locked and grab your gun. I’ll be there in 5 minutes.” You know he lives at least ten minutes away but you don’t doubt he’ll be here in 5.

“Stay on the phone with me please.” You’ve never heard him so desperate in your life. You almost feel bad for calling him until you see the signature camo wrap truck slowly driving by your house. 

You run to your room and open the closet, placing your finger on the lock box where your gun is held. It’s always loaded but you never thought you might have to use it on someone you know. 

In all your years of training, an elite special ops soldier. The first time in your life not being looked at as a woman who managed to climb this high but a person with a certain skill set that was unmatched for most. You had the steadiest hands but right now your hands are shaking as you stare at the gun knelt in your closet. 

You can hear the front door open and you quickly place the gun back in the lock box. His heavy footsteps echo down the hall as he reaches your room before you can stand from your floor. 

He drops to his knees as he grabs you, pulling you into him. 

“Santi your knees.” He sits back surveying you as if you were an illusion in front of him. 

“I don’t give a shit about my knees, are you okay?” 

Your immediate reaction is to say no, no you’re not okay because all you want to do right now is kiss him and that would be highly inappropriate given the current circumstances. 

“Yes…I’m fine.Can you stay with me tonight?”

You can see the wheels turning in his head. Is he contemplating what you just asked or questioning why he’s even here in the first place?

“No…we should go to my place. He doesn’t know where I live and I would sleep better if we weren’t here.” 

You don’t take long to grab a few things and head out. Santi double and triple checking that he locked your door as you make your way to his jeep. Your street is eerily quiet as you look it over wondering if he was bold enough to drive down it. 

He opens the door for you as you briefly lock eyes. There’s so much unspoken between the two of you, you haven’t been alone with him in months and you can feel the tension rolling off your body. 

He holds your hand the entire way to his apartment. He can barely keep his eyes on the road as he stares back and forth between you and the rearview mirror. As much as you enjoyed being in his company you couldn’t escape the nagging feeling of him ignoring you for days. 

“I’m going to put up some extra surveillance outside your house this week. It would make me feel better.” 

You contemplated your next words. Arguing with them when they had their mind set on something never went well for you and you didn’t want to push him away for being helpful. 

“Thank you, I would really appreciate it.” He looks over at you like he half expected you to protest and now he’s stuck. There was no rebuttal, no back and forth. You simply just agreed to let him help you. 

****

Maybe it was the horrible lighting in Santi’s spare bathroom or the fact that you were crying and smeared your makeup before he got to your house, but you’ve definitely looked better. 

You splash some water on your face and fix your hair as best you could. Your nerves were shot from the events of the night and being here in his apartment with this tension boiling below the surface has you a little on edge. In your panic you didn’t realize you grabbed one of his shirts to change into along with your sleep shorts. 

It would have to do since you couldn’t spend the rest of the night in your dress and the world's most uncomfortable bra. You give yourself a final once over before stepping out into the living room. He was seated on the couch with his arm draped over the back and his legs spread wide in a relaxed state. 

You thought he might want to go to bed with how late it was and you would just sleep on the couch but you can feel your heart rate picking up at the prospect of actually getting to talk to him. 

He turns around as he senses you, his body tenses slightly as his eyes trail down your form. He doesn’t know if you’ve always been this beautiful or if it’s you in his shirt, legs exposed and fresh faced. Emerging from his bathroom smiling at him like it’s some domesticated thing you do everyday. 

“If you’re tired you can sleep in my bed but we can watch a movie if you want to stay up a little.” His eyes flit back and forth between your face and your body. 

“First of all I’d love to watch a movie and second of all I’m not taking your bed Santiago.” He lets out a frustrated sigh as he pats the space next to him. 

“How many of my shirts have you stolen?”

“Borrowed…a few.” You sit next to him just close enough to touch legs but still giving him space.

“So which Star Wars are we watching this time?” He leans forward to grab the remote and pulls you into his side as he gets comfortable again. 

“Empire strikes back?” You knew that wasn’t his favorite but you figured tonight he was either feeling sorry for you or extremely generous. 

“Fine…only because I love you .” He didn’t mean it like that so just calm down. 

You watch the movie as you usually do-with much commentary from Santi about how messed up the order is and if he was a Jedi he would have more self control. Blah blah blah. You’ve heard it a thousand times but it still makes you laugh with how serious he is about it. 

His heart is aching for you, as you genuinely laugh at his jokes that he knows he’s bored you with before. Your giggles echo through his body as your head is laid on his chest. All the worries of the night or the next day melting away with every minute that passes you by. 

If every night was like this he could die a happy man. You curled up next to him, in his shirt,going to sleep in his bed…with him. Except it’s not, he’s fantasizing about things that aren’t real, it’s almost too much as you look up at him sweetly. Your lips are so close to his as his breath fans hot against yours. Why can’t he just shut his brain off. 

He stands abruptly from the couch almost knocking you over. You watch him stomp towards the kitchen unsure of what just transpired. You were certain he was going to kiss you. How could you have misread that?

You were sick of this tip toeing around him and dealing with his mood swings. You traipsed after him determined to figure this out. 

“Is everything okay?” He’s facing away from you as he grips the counter top staring out the kitchen window into the darkness. 

“No.” His hands shake slightly as he grabs a glass to fill with water from the tap. 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” 

“No.” You didn’t think the tension boiling over all night would result in this but you’ve had it with him. 

“What’s your problem Pope?!” He turns to look at you, his pupils are blown wide and you’ve only ever seen him look like this on intense missions. 

“You!…you’re my problem.” You’re trying desperately to swallow the lump in your throat,fighting back the tears that he did not get to see you shed. 

“Maybe I should go.I don’t want to ruin your night any further.” You turn to head towards the bathroom to gather your things. This was a mistake calling him,you pushed your luck thinking this would work. 

“You know what there is something you can do for me.” He’s practically yelling as you spin on your heels. 

“Please enlighten me.”

He stalks towards you until you’re backed against the wall. His face is so close to yours as he places his hands beside your head, his chest is heaving against you as you search his eyes for an answer. 

“You can stop looking at me like that, stop being so perfect, stop wearing those jeans that make your ass look great-.”

“Santiago.” He places his fingers on your lips.

“Stop saying my name like a goddamn prayer.” His eyes are feral and you don’t chance interrupting him again because his brain might catch up with his mouth and he’ll stop saying everything you’ve wanted to hear since the day you met him.

“Stop consuming my sleep and waking thoughts.” He drops his forehead to yours as he tries to catch his breath. “Stop making me love you.” His eyes are so tightly shut it pains you.

“Stop anticipating my every move because you can read me like a fucking book.” You bring your hands to his face willing him to look at you. 

You don’t even remember when your tears started flowing. “Santi I love you too.”

“Just stop.” His voice is hoarse and barely above a whisper. 

“Listen to me, I love you.” He finally lets the damn break as he takes in your words. You kiss his cheeks and taste the salty tears rolling down. 

“I won’t stop doing any of those things, because I love-.”

He cuts your words off with a bruising kiss as he cups the back of your neck. The forceful yet tender pressure of his lips against yours sends a jolt of electricity through your body.

“Tell me what you want cariño.” He pants into your mouth as you both steal breaths from each other.

“I want you.”

“You’ve had me for longer than you know.” 

Your fingers trace the outline of his jaw as you hang in this moment. The anticipation in the air is palpable as he grabs your hand and leads you down the dimly lit hallway. Each step feels like a heartbeat, synchronized with the rush of emotion coursing through you. 

As you enter his bedroom the soft glow of his night light casts shadows among the room. You can still make out his sickeningly beautiful face as he traces a delicate path down your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He grabs the hem of your shirt slowly raising it up above your stomach and you take a deep breath as he pulls it over your head. Your nipples harden as they’re exposed to the cold air of the room and he inhales sharply. 

“You’re beautiful.” 

“I want to see you.” He quickly removes his shirt revealing his tan toned body. Your fingertips lightly trace the scars across his chest that you’ve seen so many times before. 

He dips his head to your neck,his lips ghost over your pulse point as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts. As he slides them down he drags his tongue along your chest, kissing the valley between your breasts as he comes face to face with your mound. 

You silently curse yourself that he’s on his knees again for you but you’re only momentarily upset as he lifts your leg over his shoulder. Your breathing has picked up as he places soft kisses along your thigh. He growls at the sight of your dripping folds as his finger teases through your slit. 

He licks a stripe so slow your knees almost buckle but he has a firm grip on your thigh. You whimper above him and grip his hair as he blows cold air onto your exposed mound. 

He laps at you hungrily as his tongue circles your clit. You’re soaking his face as he licks and sucks like it’s the only thing he’s wanted in the world. He can tell you’re close as your grip tightens in his hair pulling him into you. 

“Santiago-“ Your name on his lips while he’s buried in your cunt has his cock straining in his jeans.

“Say it again.” 

“Santiago…please.” His nose grinds against your clit as his tongue prods your entrance,you’re a whimpering mess as you gush into his mouth. He lets out a deep groan into your pussy taking down every drop as you fight to stay standing. 

He grips your hips as he lowers your leg,he stands before you crashing his lips to yours as he licks your bottom lip. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it’s primal the way it makes you feel. He’s all over you like you could change your mind at any moment and he wants to claim as much as he can before it’s over. 

His eyes go wide as you push him back onto the bed. You wondered how often he let himself relinquish control and the sight of him laid out in front of you has a fresh wave of slick coating your thighs. 

You slowly unbuckle his jeans as he lifts his hips for you, never breaking eye contact. His thick cock bobs against his stomach as you pull his jeans and boxers off. You’re practically drooling as you run your hands up his thighs. He shivers beneath you as you take him in your hand stroking him lazily. You trail your thumb at the tip collecting the precum steadily leaking out.

He’s gripping the sheets as he lets out a string of English and Spanish curses under his breath. He gently grabs your hand and he looks like he’s fighting with himself to keep it together. 

“Please…I need you.” Santiago Garcia is begging for you. 

You both have done enough teasing for a lifetime and you won’t make him beg any longer. You straddle his thighs on the bed as you line your entrance with his cock. He grips the base and guides you as you sink down onto him. 

You both still for a moment as you catch your breath. He has a firm grip on your waist as you give an experimental roll of your hips. “Oh fuck.” He’s moving you back and forth in rhythm and you’ve never felt so full. You brace your hands on his chest as you pick up the pace. 

You look like a goddess above him as he watches you ride him. Your noises and chants of his name only spur him on further. He sits up wrapping an arm around your waist and you clench down on him hard as he bounces you on his cock. “Fuck this pussy’s so tight.” 

“Santi..oh.. my god.” He’s going to see god if you don’t stop saying his name like that. 

Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as you drop your head to his shoulder. He thrusts his hips up as he slams you down and your vision goes white as he punches something deep inside. You bite down hard on his shoulder as you come down from your climax sending him over the edge. A loud groan rips through his chest as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Your pussy clenches with aftershocks as he pulses in your dripping cunt. 

“That was….” He’s panting on your chest as you nod your head. You can’t even begin to attempt words but he knows what you’re feeling. 

You both let out a long sigh that perhaps you’d been holding for an eternity. You both burst out into laughter at the ridiculousness of it all. 

He rolls you over and pulls out, he spreads your legs wide watching your combined spend dripping out of you. You knew he was possessive but this is a side of him that has you wanting more. 

“Stay here,I’ll be right back.” You never thought you’d be in this position as you watch his perfect ass walk towards his bathroom. 

The water runs briefly before he returns with a washcloth, carefully cleaning your thighs and your swollen folds. 

A brief moment of insecurity flashes through you. As if he can sense it, he leans over you planting a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Under the covers miel, we need to get some sleep.” He pats your thigh playfully as you scramble back to get comfortable. 

He slides in next to you, pulling you up on his chest. You can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your cheek as you start to drift off to sleep. 

He can faintly make out your quiet giggles as he struggles to keep his eyes open.

“Something funny?” You shift slightly to look up at him, it’s hard to see in the darkness but he looks so relaxed. 

“Yes…the nightlight I got you.”

“Mhmm.” He rubs your arm trying to stay awake but your soft warm skin pressed against him is winning the battle. 

“I didn’t think you’d use it.” He may not need it anymore if he can have you like this. 

“It helps me in the dark.” Just like you. 

****

The soft morning light is peeking through the blinds in his room. You look over to see his face buried in the pillow and his arm draped across your stomach.  

The old analog clock he refused to get rid of from your military days says it’s far too early to be getting your day started. You turn over on your side to chase the warmth of his body and hopefully get a few more hours of restful sleep. 

A small folded paper on his nightstand catches your eye. It looks like it’s been handled quite a bit and a black ball point pen is strategically placed next to it. You often wondered what Santiago thought about while sleep eluded him and your curiosity is getting the best of you. 

You slowly reach out trying not to disturb the gorgeous man behind you. Just as your fingers reach it he pulls you back into him. You hold your breath for a moment and then hear the light snores again. 

Of course he made a pros and cons list. 

Pros

Not being alone

Protection

Shared experiences 

More of your needs met

No boredom

Sex

Group sex?

Children? 4?

Cons

Jealousy

Living situations 

Outside judgment

Parents 

Keeping the friendship intact

Splitting your time

Group sex

Children

Heartbreak

The list was nothing if not precise and a little funny. You definitely had some questions but it didn’t upset you. Santiago was rational, logical and very analytical. It’s hard to snap out of something that was your job for the better part of your adult life. 

He couldn’t open his heart up without thinking of every possible scenario. That’s what attracted you to them in the first place. They were all so different and you could practically see the wheels turning in his brain. 

You’ve already been partners for years essentially without the sexual aspect. It took a lot of trust to put your life in someone’s hands and you all have done that a hundred times over. The hard part for him it seemed was what came next. 

Everything on both lists makes complete sense. You noticed he crossed out parents since most of you either didn’t have much of a relationship with them or you didn’t care what they thought of your lives. 

“How much of that have you read?” His sleepy voice in your ear startles you. 

“Jesus Christ Santiago.” You roll over to face him as he peers at you through his thick curly lashes. It’s criminal for anyone to look this good first thing in the morning. 

“It seems you’re a thief and nosy.” He kisses your nose as he rolls on top of you, caging you in with his arms.

“I just have a few questions.” You try to focus on his face and not the way his naked body feels on top of you. 

“I’m sure it’s about group sex and children.” You raise your eyebrows at him waiting for him to continue.

“I figured I was jumping the gun on both topics so I took it off the cons list.” 

“We don’t have to figure all of it out on day one.” 

You can see him contemplating and weighing your words. Always thinking. 

“Listen…if you don’t hear from me over the next few weeks,please don’t be upset.” You stare at him confused as a knot begins to form in your stomach. 

“It’s not because I regret any of this cariño, I just need to take care of some things.” He attempts a distraction as he kisses your neck. You love and hate the way your body so easily responds to him as you feel the wetness between your legs. 

You tug on his hair as he growls into your ear. “Why do you always have to be so vague when you don’t want me to know something?”

“Just trust me please…it’s for your protection.” You can tell in his eyes he is being sincere. 

“Well speaking of protection, I'm on birth control. We kind of skipped passed that last night.”

“I wasn’t really worried about it miel.” Your eyes go wide at the revelation. This honest side of Santiago would take some getting used to. 

“I guess I’m not surprised based on the 4 children on the pros list.” He groans again as he drops his head to your shoulder.

“Please don’t mention that to anyone.”

“Not a chance, Daddy Santi.” His body betrays him as you feel his bulge pressed against you growing harder. 

He instinctively grinds his hips into yours eliciting a soft moan from your lips. You wrap your legs around his waist as he kisses you slow and deep, his hard cock dragging through your dripping folds.The memory of the previous night sparking something between you. 

“You know…we could always pretend we’re trying.” You want to roll your eyes at how alike they all are the great pretenders.

You don’t mind spending the rest of the morning pretending until you have to pry yourselves from the bed.

After breakfast he takes you home with promises of what the future holds. You decided to borrow the list, keeping it tucked away for safekeeping. 

****

Your phone buzzes on your bathroom countertop as you step out of the shower. 

DF4L

Santiago: We need to talk about honey.

You just dropped me off?

Francisco:Everything ok?

Santiago:Sorry wrong chat.

You have a group chat without me?

Benjamin:Pope had a rash one time he didn’t want to send the picture to you😜.

What’s the name of the group chat?

Santiago: callate pendejo. 

Benjamin:No one tell her 🤫

William: You know Ben can’t speak Spanish. 

Francisco:He just dropped you off? It’s 1pm

I’m literally a nurse. You should send me rash photos. 

Santiago:Fuck you Ben I never had a rash. Don’t worry cariño just wanted to go over details for your birthday😘

Benjamin:Holy man just sent a kiss emoji 😂

Ok don’t plan anything crazy love you

That was meant for all not anyone in particular 

—— 

Santiago fumbles with his phone cursing under his breath. He was obviously distracted and he shouldn’t be texting and driving but he had to handle this now. 

Golden Girls

We seriously need to talk 

The kid 🥊:I knew you were the weak link

What?

Will:Congratulations 

I don’t know what you’re talking about

🐈🐠: slow clap for the man who got laid last night.

The kid 🥊: and probably this morning 😂

I’ll be at your house in 5

Will: What are we talking about?

Mike

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Two Doors Down

[Frankie Morales x Reader]

summary: You are getting over a breakup and decide to go to your friend and neighbour Benny's house party.

word count: 2.6k 

rating: M

pairing: Fransisco "Catfish" Morales x f!reader 

note: Drinking and smoking. No use of (y/n). The reader uses she/her pronouns. This has not been beta-read and English is not my native language. Part 2

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…Two doors down

They're laughing and drinkin', and having a party

Two doors down

They're not aware that I'm around   

Cause here I am

Crying my heart out, feelin' sorry while

They're having a party just two doors down…      

      

It’s dumb, you’re feeling so fucking dumb. Here you’re sitting, on your kitchen floor, crying over the end of a relationship that you should never have been in to begin with. You could, now in hindsight, see that your relationship with Lance had been shit. He had not treated you well, he never put in the same effort as you had, yet he was always jealous when you wanted to spend time with your friends. It has almost been two weeks since you had caught him cheating and simultaneously broken up with him. 

You had not been crying over it for many days now, but it had been a tough week at work and it is like everything that had happened just feels too much .  

Maybe that is what is the true reason for your tears, not the sadness from a broken heart, but the sadness of realising that you had wasted so much time and energy on a person who didn’t deserve it. You sit for a little longer trying to force the tears to stop, you don’t want to spend the rest of the night like this.     

You raise your right arm over your head and plant your hand on the kitchen counter, slowly pulling yourself up from the floor. Your head is aching after all the tears and you feel the need for a cigarette. You usually never smoke inside, always retreating to your balcony, but you allow yourself to make an exception, this one time, and settle for just opening your kitchen window and turning on the extractor hood before you lit your cigarette. You can hear the music through your open kitchen window. 

You had totally forgotten about Benny’s party, you had actually told him you would stop by. Well, you had told him you might stop by if you didn’t feel too shitty in the light of your recent breakup. Benny had been very supportive and  had volunteered to go kick Lance’s ass, which you honestly had been tempted to let him.   

Benny lives in the apartment two doors down the hall from you. The two of you have established a pretty good friendship, he is the only person on the floor around your age, most of the other residents in your building are older. You know Benny has wanted you to meet his brother and his friends, who are gonna be there, for some time now. You rub your hand over your damp eyes and take the last drag of your cigarette before putting it out, letting a bit of water rinse over it and throw the bud in the trash.

You go to your bedroom and swing your wardrobe doors open with a little more force than needed, looking over your clothing options. You pull out a couple of items before your eyes land on a bordeaux red slip dress that goes to your midthigh. You change out of your sweatpants to put on a pair of nylon tights. You fix your hair and apply a little makeup, trying to hide your tear-stained face as good as you can before grabbing a thin black cardigan. You refuse to keep spending your Saturday night sitting on your kitchen floor in self-pity.   

…I think I'll dry these useless tears

And get myself together

I think I'll wonder down the hall

And have a look around

'Cause I can't stay inside

This lonely room and cry forever

I think I really rather join 'em

Two doors down, yeah…

You take a deep breath before knocking on the door to Benny’s apartment. A few seconds go by before the door swings open. 

“You came!” A very happy Ben has opened the door, clearly at least a couple of beers into the night already. 

“I’m so glad you’re here!” He throws his arms around you, pulling you into a bone-crushing bear hug. “You feeling okay?” He asks, much quieter, as he lets you go. 

You nod, offering him a weak smile. You don’t want to admit to have been crying less than 30 minutes ago. He smiles back at you understandingly. 

“Let’s get you a drink!” He declares leading you through the crowded apartment to the kitchen. “I have someone I would like you to meet, also I need to prove to my brother that I don’t live in a retirement community.” He sighs at the last past, it must be something he has been teased with. 

Three men are standing by the kitchen counter, a blonde man that you just know must be Will, the resembling to Benny is clear. You are less sure about the two other men, they must be friends of Will. One man with a charming crooked smile, a few silver strands mixed with dark curls. A slightly taller man in a black hat, who is fidgeting with the beer bottle in his hand, not looking as comfortable as his companions.              

“So, this is my brother William and his friends.”

Guys, this is my good friend and neighbour.” Benny exclaim, the men turning to look at you. 

“Can you fix her a drink while I go fix up the table? And be nice!” He says the last part as he gives the curly-haired man a stern look.        

“Hey! Santiago, but I can just be Santi to you.” The man with the curls tells you as he shakes your hand with a wink. Oh, he’s a flirt.  

You tell them your name and shake Will's hand before facing the last man. 

“I’m Frankie. Well, I’m Francisco, but people call me Frankie.” He is not coming off nearly as smoothly as Santi, but you can’t help but smile at him.   

You stand there a little awkward for a moment, but the conversation is soon picking up and you actually have a pretty good time. The guys are both nice and funny, not that you would expect anything else from the brother and friends of Benny.    

You talk for a while, sipping on the greyhound Santi had made you.    

“Ey, beer pong tournament! Are you guys playing?” Benny, who has come back in the kitchen, yells excitedly, getting two six packs from the fridge.  

Santi is quick to express his excitement  

Your stomach drops at the thought of having to chase after a ping pong ball at a party full of strangers. It sounds like your worst nightmare. 

“I think I’ll skip.” You declare.     

 Santi claps his hand on Frankies back. “Ya’ gonna play, Fish?”

Fish..?

Frankie doesn't look like he wants to play, his expression a stark contrast to Santi’s. 

“Nah, I think I’ll sit this one out.” Frankie croaks.  

“Suite yourself.” Santi shrugs. “You gonna partner up with me then, Benny boy?”

And by that, you are left alone in the kitchen with Frankie.

“Uhm, I think I’ll go for a smoke.” You mumble, fumbling with the clasp on your little handbag to get your lighter and your pack of cigarettes.

“Do you maybe wanna come and keep me company?” You look up at Frankie.   

He was the quietest when you had spoken with him and the others, but you like his vibe and you have to admit that he is very easy on the eyes. Brown hair is sticking out from the black baseball hat he is wearing, a breathtaking smile, broad shoulders and a pair of warm brown eyes.     

Frankie smiles and gives you a nod, emptying his beer before following you out on the balcony. You wrap your cardigan a little tighter around your torso as you’re hit by the cool night air. You lean your left side up against the brick wall, Frankie mirrors you leaning his right side against the wall so you’re facing each other.  

“Want one?” You ask before putting the cigarette between your lips. He accepts your offer with a small smile and you hand him your lighter after litting your own cigarette.      

“So… Fish? ” You ask as you breathe out a cloud of smoke, tilting your head slightly, not wanting to blow it directly into his face.  

“The guys and I.” He tilts his head at the balcony door. “We’re old military buddies.” He shrugs. “My code name was Catfish, guess things like that just stick” He shakes his head with a smile and you can’t stop yourself from smiling too. It makes sense, Benny had told you his brother had served.   

“Well, Fish, tell me more about yourself.” You prompt with a smile. And he does. 

What should have been a five-minute smoke turns into a long conversation where the two of you take turns telling each other about yourself. 

…'Cause here I am

No longer cryin' an' feelin' sorry

We're having a party just two doors down…

Almost an hour has gone by and the two of you have forgotten the party completely, the only reminder is the music coming from inside the apartment. His baritone voice and warm eyes have captivated you and as the sound of his warm bubbly laugh hits your ears something warm blooms in your chest. 

You like him more and more the more you get to know him. You probably shouldn’t let yourself feel like this so quickly after your breakup, but you really can’t stop the warm yearning feeling his smile is creating in your heart.      

…I can't believe I'm standin' here

Dry-eyed, all smiles and talkin'

Making conversation with the new love I have found

I ask him if he's like to be alone and we start walkin'

Down the hall to my place waitin' two doors down, yeah…

The conversation has landed on movies.

“Okay, it doesn’t have to be your favourite, but what movie have you rewatched the most?” You ask with a smile.

“Honestly… Probably Winnie the Pooh.” He shakes his head with a shrug and smile.  

“ Winnie the Pooh?! ” You giggle.   

“Yeah…” Frankie clears his throat, looking nervous all of a sudden. “I have a little girl, so…”

“Oh, you do?” You say with a smile, trying to not sound surprised. Him having a kid doesn't scare you away and something about him being a girl-dad makes perfect sense to you. There is a little voice of worry in the back of your head though, not from him being a dad, but Frankie being a father means that there is a mother. He is not wearing a ring and nothing about your conversation has implied that he is married or in a relationship. But you had just caught Lance cheating. It would break your heart if you were flirting with another woman’s man right now.

“Yeah, Solana, she is three.” He continues. “Her mother and I got divorced when she was still a baby. She stays with me every other weekend.”  

The worry you felt disappears completely and you can’t help but give him a wide smile. 

“Can I see a picture?” You ask, wanting him to know that you don’t have anything against him having a child.    

A little girl with big chestnut-brown eyes and fluffy brown curls is smiling at the camera.     

“Oh, she’s so cute.” You coo, and you mean it, she is absolutely adorable. 

“Looks like her daddy.” You giggle, the resemblance is uncanny.  

“I guess she does.” He sighs at the phone screen. “Poor baby.” He jokes, but you feel that there is something more to his words.      

You look up at him with a frown. “I don’t think it is a bad thing.” You murmur. 

You don’t want to overstep, but you hate the idea of him thinking he isn’t good enough. 

“I know I’ve just met you Frankie, but I think she is pretty lucky to have you as her father.”

“You do?” He asks, voice low and soft.

“Yeah, I do.” You whisper, not noticing that you have taken a step closer towards him.  

He shifts a little, leaning his body slightly towards you. He looks deeply into your eyes and you think your heart skips a beat. He gently cups your cheek, and you lean into his touch. Your pulse quickens from the feeling of his warm skin on you.

And then you’re kissing him. 

…Two doors down

They're laughing and drinkin', and having a party

Two doors down

We're not aware that they're around …

His lips are soft, tasting of the beer he’s been drinking, with a slight ashy aftertaste from the smoke. Your own lips probably taste the same. You completely melt into his touch, finding a rhythm of gentle movements, getting familiar with the shape of him and you love it.

You open your mouth a little wider, slightly tilting your head to the side. Giving Frankie space to deepen the kiss and he does. He removes his hat to not poke you with the visor. 

Your hand comes up to grab the now-exposed curls at the back of his head, your other hand is buried in the fabric of his shirt. 

You moan softly into the kiss as Frankie slips his tongue deeper into your mouth. Your grip on his hair tightens, and you can feel the fire in your lower stomach enlight. 

You finally break the kiss both gasping for air. His thumb gently stroking your cheek as he looks down at you with those deep warm eyes of his.    

“You know, uhm…” You pant out, suddenly feeling very nervous. “I live just down the hall if you… You know… Want to be alone.”  

“Yeah, I… I would like that.” He nods. 

     

…'Cause here I am

Feelin' everything but sorry

We're having our own party two doors down …

You roam around your bag to get the key to your apartment. You had tried to ignore the look Benny had given you when you told him that you left. The others had been too engulfed in their game to notice that you and Frankie had been staying out on the balcony all night, but you leaving with Frankie gained their attention. Santi had given Frankie a thumbs up as you left which had made Frankie blush severely. 

You finally get the key, fumbling with the lock before you can get the door open and let Frankie into your home.     

Frankie closes the distance between you as soon as the door has closed behind you. You place a hand in his hair, grabbing the soft curls, softly pressing him closer, and deepening the kiss.

You stumble through your apartment until you reach your coach where the two of you collapse, you on top of Frankie. 

His warm tongue slipping between your kiss-swollen lips. You really like him and you want more, you really do, but you are not sure if it is a good idea. You might have just come out of a relationship, but It’s been a long time since you have felt like this with anyone and you’re afraid of ruining it. He breaks the kiss before you can worry any further. 

“Sorry, I…” He whispers, slowly pulling away, looking deeply into your eyes. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just, I think I would like to get to know you better. If that is what you want too, of course." He looks nervous. “Maybe I could take you out on a date?” 

“I would like to get to know you better, Francisco. And I would love to go on a date with you.” You tell him softly.

He smiles wide with relief and his lips are back on yours. The kiss is so sweet it makes your chest feel warm and content. Maybe this really can be the start of something beautiful.

#frankie morales #pedro pascal characters #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #francisco morales #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales fluff #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales x f!reader #triple frontier fic #triple frontier fanfiction #frankie morales x female reader #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fandom #frankie morales x ofc

[storiesbyrhi]

I had an idea for a little blurb or one shot, what if there reader is always known for wearing long sleeves and like she’s never seen without them to the point where there’s crazy rumours and reasons people have come up with as to why.

And one day Eddie decides to ask her, and she just takes off her cardigan and she’s wearing a short sleeve underneath and she just has full on tattoo sleeves. So eddie literally just melts for her on the spot.

Hello, friend! Thank you for being my first anonymous requester/prompter. Appreciate it. I hope you like this. It got a little more angsty than I planned, but maybe it's a vibe? xo Rhi

Warnings: mention of self-harm cuts/scars - mind and not at all the focus of the fic; reference to bullying; drug use; no beta (and I'm shitty at proofreading)

Drabble 001 1566 words

“Maybe it's some sort of like, skin condition?” Dustin offered, still knowing the pain of appearing different.

“Where’s your imagination, Henderson?” Jeff asked. “Scars, all the way up her arms, like from doing witchcraft or whatever,”

“Witchcraft?”

“You mean like the cult stuff Hellfire does?” Gareth chimed in, causing most of the boys to laugh. Even Eddie snorted a little.

Yeah, it was a double standard alright. The boys at the table were the first to be picked on for standing out, or trying to fit in, or doing anything at all really. The irony of them watching as you sat by yourself in the far corner of the cafeteria, adding to the already wild echoes of gossip that sounded out wherever you went, was not lost on Eddie.

That’s not to say he didn’t glance over at you, wondering what had changed.

Last year he was meant to graduate and so were you. You’d shared classes, small talk, and a joint every now and then, but he fully expected to never see you again after graduation. Then, you disappeared before the final few weeks of the school year. You were M.I.A. during exams. People thought maybe you’d just skipped out on school and Hawkins entirely.

But, there you were, repeating your Senior year, keeping to yourself like your life depended on it, and the icing on this mystery cake – the length of your sleeves. Rain, hail, or blistering heat, your sleeves would be to your wrists.

Of all the things to think are weird about someone, this was incredibly low on Eddie’s list, if it made it at all. There were logical reasons anyway. When he traveled to the city to see a show, he'd met kids with cuts and scars hidden beneath bracelets and bandages. Maybe whatever caused you to miss the end of last year was fucked up. He couldn’t and wouldn’t judge you for that. Maybe you had converted to a religion that changed how you wanted to dress. Again, Eddie wouldn’t judge you for that.

Really, he wouldn’t have noticed or cared at all, if it wasn’t you.

You, who he remembered from Middle School. You said you thought his act in the talent show was cool, and he’d look even more like a rock star if he let his hair grow long and wild like the thrash metal bands he worshipped.

You, who refused to take discounts on weed just because Eddie offered them. “Call it: supporting local businesses,” you’d laugh, leaving him with his thoughts of you.

You, who would often sit in a way that meant Eddie could copy your answers on maths tests.

You, who he hadn’t spoken to in months, but still occupied a great deal of his mind’s time.

“You sound like a bunch of prissy school girls with all this gossip. What you really should be talkin’ about, is how you’re gonna survive the Cult of Vecna,” Eddie posed to the table, punctuating his statement by throwing peanuts at Jeff.

He dared another quick look over at you and froze when his gaze met yours. Before you could look away, he offered you a smile. Genuine. Warm. Hopefully – inviting. You blinked back at him, not scowling or rolling your eyes, just… confused, maybe.

Two days later, Eddie was spending his Saturday night alone in the trailer. Wayne was at work. Gareth’s house was plagued with interstate family, so band practice was canceled. He didn’t mind, though. It had been a while since he’d just done fuck all.

With rented videos stacked and ready, Eddie packed a bowl and started to watch Fright Night. He was only about ten minutes in before a loud knock on the trailer door made him jump.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he mumbled, glad nobody was there to see him almost piss himself.

He crossed the small space, poising to hear a neighbour talk shit about another neighbour and ‘tell ya uncle, would’ya’ and ‘get a haircut’ and endless trailer park bullshit he could not care less about. As he opened the door though, he stood up straight.

When he said your name, you looked up at him. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Ah, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I just, ah. Do you… Are you still…”

Eddie knew this line of unfinished questioning. “Selling? Yeah. Sure. Come in.”

You stepped up into the trailer, let Eddie close the door behind you. He made no motion to move or say anything. He was just looking at you, a little disbelief in his eyes.

“What do you need? I’m not fully stocked, but if your tastes haven’t changed we should be good,” Eddie said, trying his best to be polite. No, not polite. Kind. Friendly. A friend.

“Yeah, man. You still do pre-rolls?”

“Let me look. Um, take a seat, if you want. Do you want a drink or anything?” he offered, walking backwards towards his room but listening carefully to your reply. You shook your head at him.

In his room, Eddie found no pre-rolls, but there were the means to make them. He came back out to the lounge, plonked himself down next to you on the couch.

“You got some time? I can roll them for you now,”

“You don’t-”

Eddie stopped you by speaking your name. You looked at him. “It’s fine. Let me.”

You nodded, sat back into the couch more.

Eddie started Fright Night again and you half watched it, half observed how skilled Eddie was. His fingers worked fast, neatly. Nothing went to waste.

“So, um, this is a bit out of the way?” Eddie asked. “I mean, if you weren’t sure I was holding,”

“Um. Yeah. Nah. I live here now,” you told him.

“Oh. Cool. That’s cool. So, we’re neighbours?”

“Looks that way,” you confirmed, just grateful he didn’t ask why you had moved from your uptown house to good old Forest Hills.

The conversation paused there, not resuming until Eddie asked if you wanted four, like you used to. He wrapped them in saran wrap and handed them over, swapping you for cash.

Eddie hoped you’d sit for a bit, but you immediately stood and walked to the door.

“Thanks,” you said, turning.

“Wait!” Eddie called, unable to stop himself. You looked at him, your bottom lip sucked in and nervous energy radiating off you. “I, ah… I don’t… know what happened. If something did happen. Or whatever. But if you need anything at all… I’m here, you know?”

You hesitated for a second, then nodded. It wasn’t enough for him. He continued, “Because I liked that we were friends. We were friends, right? And we should be. Now. We have a lot in common. Actually,”

“You mean we both live in a trailer park and are repeating our senior year?” you asked deadpan.

It threw Eddie. For a second, he thought he’d upset you, but then he noticed you weren’t moving to leave anymore. “Yeah… And, we both like… weed… and horror… and there’s gotta be other things, right?”

You studied his face. Eddie had grown up a lot in the years you’d been a nameless moon, orbiting his bright planet. He’d grown into a beautiful person. And it wasn’t just the big brown eyes. He was kind, sweet. You’d seen how he’d adopted all the freak freshmen, taking them under his wing and offering a level of notoriety that meant protection.

“You want to be my friend?” you asked him.

“Yeah. I do,” he answered confidently, puffing his chest out a little.

“You’re not just like, fishing for information? Wanna know where I went?”

Eddie was a little hurt you’d think that about him, but he could see you were more hurt. He shook his head, said as softly as he could, “I kinda just miss you.”

And there it was. It broke you just a bit. You’d missed him too. You missed any semblance of normality. You sighed and stepped close to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Eddie made a surprised little ‘oh’ sound but quickly wrapped his arms around you, squeezing tight. He waited until you stepped away first, not wanting to spook you.

“So, Fright Night?” you asked, moving back to the couch, casually lifting the knitted jumper you were wearing over your head, throwing it aside.

Eddie’s jaw fell slack. Your back was to him, but you wore only a tank top, and the colours and patterns all up your arms were so vivid. Covered in bright illustrations, you were a walking piece of art. He’d managed to close his mouth and follow you to the couch by the time you sat down.

He sat next to you, turning his attention back to the film, scared to even look at you. There was a smirk on your face as you noticed how still Eddie had gone.

“If you let me share a bowl, I’ll let you ask about the tattoos,” you said.

“Oh, thank FUCK,” he breathed out. “You’ve always been cute, but, ah, Jesus…”

You laughed at him, a proper laugh, one that sounded unfamiliar to you. Eddie had grabbed your arms and was studying the tattoos so closely you thought maybe he was trying to commit them to memory. He looked at you, those goddamn big puppy dog eyes.

“I really fucking missed you,” he whispered. “And I’m glad you’re here.”

#Mine #Drabble #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson/Reader #Eddie Munson Drabble #Rhi Drabble

[just-an-anon-reader]

Heya there! I've been loving your blog for a while and I finally came up with the corauge to make a request! ^^ What about the rottmnt boys (Donie, Leo, Raph and Mikey) with a fem!reader that has just this

✨GenZ Energy✨

Like she makes a lot of self depricating jokes and has got dark humor.

I just kinda wanna see how they will react to this kind of reader xd

Also don't forget to take care of yourself and to not overwork! Have a nice day/night! ;)

Random Girlfriend Moments

Summary: The turts do the opposite of laugh

Leo

Invites you for a cuddle sesh in his room. Because he misses you even when you both hung out yesterday. 

Heart eyes when he walks in with snacks in hand to you sitting on his bed reading his comic collection. 

You caught him grinning. You knew that look. 

"What are you up to?" 

"Nothing, just thinking that my girlfriend is beautiful." 

Cheeky

"Really? What does she look like."

Starts high-key comparing you to a pepperoni pizza. Which is low-key high praise coming from him. 

He wanted to hear your cute giggle when you get shy, but instead... 

 "That's her? She sounds ugly. You got some low standards, Leo." 

The furrow between his eyebrows when he frowned could almost compete with Raph's. It was cute. 

"Not funny." 

Donnie 

Was pulling his 6th all-nighter, working on a weapon upgrade for his bo-staff. 

Worried for your boyfriend, you came over with pizza and calming tea in hand. He didn't even hear you knock. 

Completely ignores your efforts to get his attention and eat. 

"The beta stage is complete! All that's left is to test out its durability in battle and see its adverse effects on opponents!" 

"Why don't you test it on me and get it over with?" 

...That got his attention. 

"It's going to hurt."

"No pain, no gain." 

"What if you collapse?"

"The best sleep of my life."

"Darling, I know this is completely out of my character and I definitely will not be doing this again, but, do you need a hug?"

"I need you to eat and sleep."

"Okay"

Raph 

You begged asked him to teach you how to ride a skateboard. 

He would've been fine teaching you if you weren't so adamant about learning on the ramp inside the lair

Like, have you SEEN it!?

It DEFINITELY does not pass safety standards. 

But you pulled out your trump card...the ✨puppy eyes✨, and he couldn't say no to that. 

So now, he was sweating bullets CANONS with how nervous he was with you on top of the ramp. 

His brothers sat at the bottom, making bets. Finding the prospect of you falling flat on your face is far more entertaining than playing video games.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!"

"Stop encouraging her! This is serious!" 

"She's gonna be fine." 

"Babe, it's gonna be awesome! Who knows, maybe falling on my face might make me prettier." 

Let's just say that he refuses to teach you how to skateboard after that. 

Mikey 

To him, were nothing short of an angel.

 Everything little thing about you, he finds so aesthetically pleasing no matter what you said or did.

You would've had bed hair and drool on your chin, and he'd look at you with the anime glitter filter on. 

As such, anyone who dares insult your beauty would have to go through him and his razzmatazz. Even you. 

"Babe, how are you so pretty?" 

"Pretty ugly if you ask me." 

Dr. Feelings was more than ready to sit you down and give a 10-hour presentation on how you were not ugly. 

"Sweetie it's a joke."

"Oh, are you saying you're a joke now? Well, let's talk about that." 

2 hours in and you were already numb from the waist down sitting in one spot. 

He wasn't finished though. 

Never again... 

P.S: Hello everyone~ it's been a while and I'm really sorry about the slow updates. Finals are coming up and I just wanted to take a break and write something fun. So I hope you guys enjoy this short one!!

P.P.S: this is my first time using hdcs and I'm pretty sure I did it wrong -w-

#rise!donnie #rise!leo #rise!mikey #rise!raph #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph

[cosmica-galaxy]

The mimics are so cool!^^ I have made two of my own, one's named Runt and the other one is Beta. They are friendly Mimics.^^ Runt is a TV mimic and Beta is a camera mimic. What would Vee, Y/N and the others do if they met?^^ You don't have to answer if you don't want to. I hope that you have a wonderful day/night!^^

Given that the human, who I am assuming has Buddy at this time, is familiar with mimics--they would probably greet them the same. The others are much more guarded, even friendly mimics can have episodes...especially TV mimics. Camron is wary, a nervous wreck, and protective of his human friend. He's heard about the encounters his friend endured when they run into mimics, from being chased by packs of hungry human-eaters to being psychologically manipulated into becoming paralyzed with fear. The sight of the TV mimic is enough to make him worry, since they are easily the more dangerous of mimics. The camera mimic reminds him of Buddy and it seemed to be on it's own...so he doesn't think that they're overly a threat. But the TV mimic...he'll keep his lens on that one. DJ is pretty similar to how Camron acts. He's cautious and wary of their presence, as mimics usually mean that more are around and if they get bold enough...his human companion would be in danger. He sticks as close to the human as possible, keeping his speaker facing toward where danger is and making sure to keep a good eye on that TV mimic specifically. Being able to turn invisible is an advantage that just doesn't sit right with DJ. He wants to get the human away as soon as possible. Even if they're not hostile, it's best to just leave them be and get the mission done. Vee's screen glows ominously towards the intruders. After the incident with the other TV mimic that sent his human companion into a shocked state of paralysis, he's been much more guarded about allowing mimics to get within close proximity. He even developed a personal grudge against TV mimics, mostly because of what they did to his human companion, even while in the company of their allies. TV mimics are dangerous. Period. He'll put himself between the human and the mimics, making sure to stand as rigid and threatening as he can. He won't allow those creatures to hurt the human like that again. Not while he still walks this planet. Buddy will take notice of their presence before anyone else. His snorts and agitated clicking makes sure to let the other mimics know that he has detected them and that they better not come any closer if they mean his human pack member any harm. Once he gets his eyes on them, he doesn't see them as much as threat. Just as present mimics in a crossing area. He'll give them his undivided attention until the human makes a move, the mimics make a move, something more threatening shows up, or the group moves on. He's not feral and not a dog, so he's not gonna go chase them around or bark or whatever. But he'll stare and maybe will feel a sense of kinship with them. It's hard being out there on your own...he lived just like that once. So if the human decides to welcome them into the pack, it's something he's not strictly against. But that TV mimic better mind its manners or he'll give them a bite they won't forget.

#novastorm223 #haxorus imp #hax speaks #cosmica galaxy #cosmica-galaxy #skibidi toilet mimic #skibidi mimic #skibidi tag

[teddyeyeseddie]

Lemon Squares (E.M.)

Summary:A bartender, a baby & a babysitter. And also baking. And maybe a little sugar thrown in the mix 

WC: 3.2k

Warnings: Fluff, Drinking, Smut, PIV, Oral (Fem & Male Rec), Unprotected Sex, Brief Fingering, dad!Eddie bc that needs a warning, subby Eddie, switch dynamics

A/N: This is my first time writing my baby boy Eddie... pls be nice and enjoy! I took a long break from writing and this has been sitting in my brain for forever! Thank you @lfaewrites​ for beta reading this for meeeee xx

“Bye Daddy,” his little girl squeaks, her voice heavy with sleep as he lays her down for bed. Her mess of curls are sprawled out across her pillowcase as she pulls her lovey closer to her face and falls into peaceful sleep.

Eddie backs out of the room, careful of his clunking feet. He flicks on her nightlight before exiting and quietly shuts the bedroom door then retreating to the living room where his uncle is sat with a newspaper before him.

“I’m heading out for my shift Uncle Wayne, I’ll see you in the morning,” Eddie mutters as he pulls his coat over his shoulders, sending his kin a soft smile.

“Boy I wish you would just let me help out with her more, you’re going to work yourself to death. You barely let me hire a babysitter for her during the day, you’ve gotta slow down Eds” Eddie just shrugs his shoulders and looks back towards his daughter’s door. He smiles when he thinks about how one day he will be able to provide everything and more for his little girl.

“It s’okay, I’m working hard to give her everything I had and more. She needs a dad that works hard,”

“She needs a dad that's around more Eds..”

Eddie groans and throws his head back, annoyance bubbling to the surface while he is sat facing the same conversation for the third time this week.

“The shop is giving me weekends off, I’ll be around more now.” With that, he leaves the conversation, slipping his wallet and keys into his pocket before he bounds out the door and towards his car.

When he gets to the bar, his annoyance is still settled low in his belly, the conversation he had with his uncle sitting heavy on his shoulders as he wipes down the bar before him.

He does his usual tasks when he comes in, taking a quick check that he has everything he needs for a busy Friday night. Friday nights used to be his favorite, but days spent playing with his band at the Hideaway have turned into working at the Hideawayand watching his old band play without him.

He used to mope over the idea of Gareth and his buddies continuing on without him, but his little Lily made all the long hours, tiring shifts and dirty work worth it all.

Eddie is lost in thought; he barely notices the woman waiting before him, she clears her throat before a small “Excuse me” leaves her lips.

“Sorry, was deep in thought there lovely,” he rasps before picking up a white towel from the counter and throwing it over his shoulder.

“A rum and coke, please.” She says before reaching into her back pocket for her ID. He checks it over, smiling at her in silent thanks before turning around to make the woman her drink.

By the time he turns around with the beverage, the woman is gone, another woman taking her place at the bar.

“I think she was gonna ask you out but got scared, probably all those tatties up and down your arms,” Eddie turns bright red at her words, smiling a little at the use of the word “tatties”; a word commonly used by his little one.

“Y-you think?” she cocks her head to the side and smiles before speaking up again.

“That she was going to ask you out or the thing about your tattoos?” she questions as she holds her hand out for the drink Eddie still has grasped in his hand. He blindly gives the woman the drink, drooling at the sight of her and her confident demeanor.

“T-that she was going to ask me out,” the woman cackles at his words, bringing the tumbler to her lips and taking a long pull from the glass.

“She was totally going to ask you out,”

“S’a good thing, I don’t date customers..” he mumbles, his hands braced on the counter as he pushes his backside out, Y/N smiling at the sight.

“You don’t?”

“Well, I’ve made an exception or two..” His cheeks burn at the revelation, turning away from her to grab one of his regulars another beer. He watches as she sips on her drink before he returns to her side of the bar.

“What if I made an exception?” he questions once a small ounce of courage courses through his veins.

“An exception?” she asks, a small smile forming behind her glass.

“I’m off at three, think you can wait?”

His back is braced against her fridge, her lips finding the junction of his neck, kissing and nipping at the skin.

“Fuck I’m this close to sleeping with you and I don’t even know your name,” Eddie gasps as he tries to untie the flannel tied around her waist.

“Y/N,” she breathes against his neck. Eddie gulps and pushes her off of him in an instant, his mind reeling as he looks around the kitchen, his eyes landing on a very familiar drawing adorning the woman’s fridge.

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” he shouts as he begins to button his pants back up where Y/N’s hands had snaked inside.

“Do you have a thing against sleeping with women named Y/N or something?” she questions as she pulls the tanktop Eddie had pulled down to reveal her bra back up her body.

“No, God no it's just- I think you might be my kids' babysitter?”  he scratches at the back of his neck, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other.

“Y-You’re Eddie? Lily’s Dad?” she sputters, this time picking her flannel up off the floor and putting it over her in order to shield Eddie’s eyes from her body.

“The one and only,”

Eddie begins to gather his keys and wallet that had been discarded on the counter in Y/N’s kitchen.

“I should go..” he finally says before he makes his way to the door. He is almost there when he feels a small hand snake its way around his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

“Don’t go, let me make you a cup of coffee? Maybe we can sit and talk for a little before you have to go back home?” she asks, her demeanor much less dominant now.

Eddie nods his head, making his way to the living room.

“She told you I did that?” Eddie sputters, wiping at the coffee that has dribbled down his chin.

“Yep! She even told me about the time you burnt pancakes and had to put a fire out in the sink,” Y/N sips on her coffee, a smile forming on her lips as she continues to recall the embarrassing moments Lily has spewed out to her.

“Well I’m happy to hear that you know half of my deepest darkest secrets thanks to my three year old,” he rolls his eyes as he sets his coffee cup down on the coffee table before him.

Silence falls amongst the two of them, smiles plastered on their faces as they enjoy eachothers company.

“Well I better get home to the little one, Uncle Wayne leaves at 6 for work and it's almost 5:30…” he mutters before getting up from his spot on the couch.

Y/N follows him and grabs his coat for him, draping it over his arm.

“I um- I’m off tomorrow. I’m sure Wayne told you..” Eddie mumbles, nerves nesting low in his belly as he tries to build up the courage to ask the woman before him out for a second time. Getting someone to bed is easy, but asking them if they want to hang out with you and your three year old is a different story in his mind.

“Yeah, he did! I’ll be sure to enjoy my own day off…” she trails on, picking at the edge of her flannel as she hopes Eddie will make some sort of move on her.

“Would you want to come bake with us? Lily has been bothering me to bake and I’m no good. Maybe you could come help a hopeless father?” he questions as he takes a step closer to her.

She simply nods her head and before she can answer, Eddie places the softest kiss to her lips. He smiles into it before pulling away and placing his hand on her waist.

“I’ll see you at 12?” He questions before backing through the doorway.

“I'll see you at 12…”

“Heya lovely,” Eddie says as he opens the front door for her and lets her inside. Lily is sitting on the couch coloring on the coffee table when she finally looks up and sees her favorite person standing in the doorway.

“Miss Y/N!” she yells, getting up from her spot on the couch and running towards the door, pushing past Eddie to give her a big hug.

“Daddy didn’t tell me you were coming!” she exclaims as she tugs on Y/N’s arm and pulls her towards the kitchen.

“Daddy said we are finally gonna bake today but he hasn’t told me what we are making, can you get it out of him, miss Y/N,”

Y/N nods her head before smiling brightly at Eddie, her hands coming to rest on her hips before she decides to speak up.

“So Mr. Munson-” Lily lets out an exasperated sigh, interrupting their conversation.

“Call him daddy! Or Eddie, that's what he says his name is!” she yells as she rolls her eyes and stands between the two.

“So daddy… I mean Eddie…” he turns bright red at her words, chuckling nervously as he waits for her to continue speaking, “What are we making today?” she questions, smirking at the way Eddie’s demeanor has changed.

“Uhm- Lemon Squares? Wayne told me they were your favorite… and Chocolate chip cookies for the little one,” he grabs Y/N’s hand and leads her to the kitchen, showing her the plethora of baking necessities that the trio might need throughout their day.

Y/N pulls Lily’s step stool closer to the counter in the kitchen, her hand coming to smooth out the unruly fly aways adorning the crown of her head. Eddie can’t help but smile at the feeling of domesticity flowing through his home, all that he has ever dreamed of and wanted in the palm of his hands. A pretty woman who loves his daughter, a home he has built himself, and love he can feel bouncing between the three of them.

Eddie lets Y/N take the reins, his knowledge of baking slim to none as he watches his daughter and guest get carried away with the recipes Eddie found in his late aunt’s Good Housekeeping collection.

“Why don’t we have daddy go pick up some pizza?” Y/N questions as she looks over at Eddie who is rolling cookie dough into small balls while wearing a frilly apron Lily forced him to wear.

He looks up from his spot at the counter and smiles before he unties the apron behind his back and bounds towards the door, barely stopping to ask what the two girls want.

By the time Eddie makes it back with the pizza, the last batch of cookies are in the oven and the kitchen is clean. Eddie places the pizza boxes on the counter before making his way to the living room to see the two girls passed out on the couch together. Eddie is quiet as he approaches, gently rubbing at Y/N’s arm to wake her up. When that doesn’t work, he places the softest kiss to her forehead, and then to both her cheeks. She wakes up with a smile on her face, Eddie leaning down to kiss her softly in her waking up haze.

“Pizza’s here,” he says, a smile locked on his face as he looks down at her. She nods her head, gently coaxing Lily awake as she lays beside her.

Once the two girls are awake, the trio is sat at Eddie’s dining room table, talking about anything and everything before Lily speaks up.

“Daddy, m’tired,” She mumbles out. Y/N is quickly on her feet upon recognizing the time.

“That’s because it is time for you to go to bed, little bug,” she hoists the three year old up onto her hip, smiling at Eddie as she waits for him to follow.

The two fall into an easy routine, Eddie changing her clothes and Y/N brushing her hair and all the tangles out from the day. Eddie lays her down in bed and snuggles in beside her as Y/N picks out a book to read.

They both lay in bed while Eddie reads some princess book to his daughter, Y/N smiling at the way Eddie gets into the story line, the animation in his voice causing the little girl to giggle despite being so tired.

Eventually, Lily falls asleep, the two of them slowly creeping out of the bed and towards the door. With no words exchanged between the two of them Y/N makes it to the front door and begins to slip on her shoes. Eddie rocks back and forth on his feet, kicking himself mentally before he finally decides to speak up,

“Would you wanna-” He pauses when he looks down at the girl before him, all doe-eyed and rosy cheeked, he truly can't help himself. So, he leans down and kisses her with all that he has. His hands move to her waist as she kisses him back, their teeth threatening to knock together given how desperate the kiss is.

“Stay. Would you wanna st-” Y/N cuts him off with another kiss, smiling into it as she pushes him towards the living room.

“Uh-uh,” he mumbles against her lips.

“My room, don’t want this to be just a one time thing for us,”

When Y/N enters the room it isn't what she expected, there is a mix of all things Eddie and pictures of Lily strewn about the room. Ozzy and Iron Maiden posters littering the walls and a lived in type of mess adorning the floors. It isn’t a room that she expected an adult with a child to have, but it suits him and she loves it.

Eddie backs her up until the bend of her knees hit the bed, his hand coming to her hip to softly lay her down. He makes quick work of her jeans, kissing from her ankle to her center once the offending garment is gone. He pulls her panties to one side, his index finger coming up to trace through her folds. Y/N groans loudly, Eddie quickly shushing her as she writhes on the bed.

She pushes Eddie’s hand away, sitting up to take her shirt off. She whines when she realizes Eddie is still as dressed as he is. The man chuckles at how desperate she has gotten and decides to tease her a little more. He gropes over the large bulge that is now prominent in his jeans, his hand going up and down over the member.

Y/N has enough of being teased, she quickly gets off the bed, replacing Eddie’s hand with her own.

“Remember when I had you in the palm of my hand last night? What happened to desperate Eddie? He forget where his place is in the bedroom?” she questions as she backs him up against the wall and dips her hand into the waistband of his boxers, her hand wrapping around his hard cock in the process.

“N-no- was just trying to be good for you,” he mumbles out.

“Oh sweetheart, you are a good boy. You just can’t tease me like that,” she lowers herself to her knees, her face eye level with his crotch, her mouth watering at the idea of having him inside of her.

She dips her hands into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them and his jeans down in one go, smiling when his member bounces free and settles hard and heavy between his thighs. She reaches out before her, her hand wrapping around his now free cock. It’s hard and angry red, leaking at the tip. She places a chaste kiss to the head before slowly licking her way up his shaft, teasing him with kitten licks and kisses.

Eddie is a moaning shaking mess and she has barely started. She finally takes pity on him and sinks her head down onto his cock, the large member bumping the back of her throat causing her to gag. She pulls off of him and relaxes her throat, taking him again and this time allowing Eddie to fuck her face with no problems.

Eddie's hips begin to snap forward,  his head back in ecstasy. Before he can really begin to enjoy it, she pulls off of him with a lewd pop, licking her lips as she looks up at him between hooded eyes.

“Can daddy take care of me now?” she questions as she stands up from her place on the floor. She kisses up his torso and finds his lips one more time before she lays herself back on the bed.

Eddie pulls at her panties and guides them down her legs, his lips connecting to her inner thighs, suckling softly in order to leave little marks on her skin. She mewls quietly, careful not to wake up Lily a few rooms over.

He nips at her skin one last time before diving into her center, licking a stripe from her weeping hole to her clit. He stops suddenly, drawing her clit into his mouth and suckling on it, causing her to moan and scratch at Eddie’s scalp. He continues his work between her legs, condensing Y/N to a moaning needy mess when the words “fuck me” finally leave her mouth, Eddie is happy to comply.

He lines himself up with her entrance, slowly pushing in. He draws his breath in between his teeth as he sinks himself into her.

“F-fuck baby,” He moans, draping himself over her, his lips finding hers in a sweet kiss as his hips begin to move and pound into her. Soft and sweet moans leave her lips that cause Eddie to smile as he continues his movements.

Her hand reaches down to snake between the two of them, Eddie batting her hand away and using his own to rub at her clit. At the contact, Y/N throws her head back, hands gripping the sheets as Eddie smiles wickedly at her.

“You gonna come?” He questions, smirking at the way her back has pulled off of the matress.

All she can do is nod her head before she finally lets go, Eddie following closely behind her as they both lose themselves in their highs. Eddie slowly pulls out of her, Y/N hissing at the feeling but nonetheless smiling when she sees Eddie retreat and come back with a warm washcloth. He wipes between her messy thighs, using the cloth to wipe off his own member before climbing into bed beside her.

“Stay?” he questions.

“The night?”

“Forever, I think Lily likes having you around…”

“In your dreams Munson,” she says before she turns over to cuddle into his chest. She knows  there was no way out of this mess they just embarked on, in the past 24 hours Eddie Munson and his mess of curls had weaved himself into her heart and she wouldn't have it any other way.

#Eddie x reader #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie x you #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x y/n #Eddie x y/n #Eddie x reader fluff #Eddie x reader smut #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson fluff #ST #Stranger Things

[acidmatze]

I'll be there for you (Yes, like the Friends theme) Chapter 1

Figured since i'm awake with stomach cramps i might as well just.. post this here? The fanfic I've been working on. Not beta-read, self-indulgend, extremely unprofessional, you know the drill. Im a carpenter not a writer I dont know what im doing.

Summary: After being in a coma for two years Vash wakes up, not being able to remember Anything that has happened since he was "a teenager". How is he gonna adapt to living in a world so strange and unfamilliar?

Pairings: None so far

Warnings: Vash has panic attacks sometimes. Hospital setting (for now). Is "This is Extremely slow-paced" a warning...? It is now.

Words: ~2.8k Chapters: 2 3 4 5

In a hospital bed somewhere in December City Vash wakes up, seemingly for the first time. Or rather, it feels like the first time to him. Or the first time in a long time. Must've been a really long night. He can't even remember if he dreamt anything.

But something is off, the smell is different, the noises are different. There are noises he doesn't know, lots of them.

His eyes had been closed until now but as soon as he opens them he wishes he never had.

This ceiling is not the ceiling of his room. This is not his bed. And quite frankly, this body doesn't feel right either.

Maybe this is just a weird nightmare. Maybe this is the reason Luida says he shouldn't snack before going to bed. Weird nightmares that feel way too realistic.

Maybe Vash can get himself to wake up from this? He wants to pinch himself with his left hand but the pinch never happens. Before he can panic about this the door flings open.

„Doctor, he's awake now!“

Doctor?? Where the hell is he? What kind of fucked up nightmare is this?

Vash sits up, ready to jump off the bed and make a run for it, to figure out where he is but there are needles in his right hand.

Needles connected to tiny tubes that are connected to... medical devices of some sort. Vash has never seen anything like them before.

There's also a screen with numbers and a zig-zaggy line that is currently going haywire.

It also beeps a whole lot, way too fast and shrill.

Vash wants to rip the tiny needles out, they hurt, but before he can do anything an adult man pushes him back on the bed.

„Calm down!“ the man shouts, ironically.

How is Vash supposed to calm down in this situation? What the hell is even happening?

„Should i get a sedative, doctor?“ a nurse asks.

„No, he will be fine without one. He's just a bit confused, we will sort this out soon.“

A bit confused??

Vash tries to bite the doctor, but he's feeling sluggish and the doctor just yanks his hand away and laughs.

„Hey! Hey! I don't want to hurt you! Please just lie back down, I promise it will all be okay. No need to get mad at me.“

The (apparently) doctor slowly pushes Vash back onto the bed. As much as Vash wants to struggle, he feels way too tired, even though he just slept. At least he assumes he slept. Who even knows. He for sure doesn't know anything right now.

„Okay good. I don't want to strap you to the bed or something.“

How dare the doctor chuckle now. Vash wants to bite him again.

All this confusion is making him weirdly angry so he glares at the man who's now making himself comfortable at the other end of the bed.

„Good morning. It's been a while. You've been slipping in and out of consciousness for a while now, maybe for the past month or so? But now you're properly awake I assume. Well, you're reacting to things and all, quite obviously.“

The past... month?

„Before I startle you even more, let's talk about the things you do know, before I tell you things you don't know. Do you know your name? My name is Dr. Nichols, by the way.“

„....Vash.“ Vash croaks with a voice very unfamiliar to him. He remembers Brad made fun of his voice breaking once.

„Do you know how old you are?“

„Luida said, when someone asks me I have to say I'm 15.“

Where's Luida? Where's Brad?

„Ah... well... See, here's the scary thing. You're not 15 anymore. Do you want to know how old you are?“ Wait, he's not „15“ anymore? How much time has passed? And what actually happened in the first place? Why does his body feel so weird? It's uncomfortable and itching and painful all over and there's a weird pulling feeling on his left arm, as if his skin is too tight. Vash wants to reach over to scratch himself but he can't because the tiny needles are hurting if he lifts his hand too much.

He nods.

„Do you want your biological age or chronological one?“

„My... what?“

„Biological means what your body thinks how old you are. Chronological means how old official papers think you are.“

„Uuuuuuh....“ „Let's start with the easier one for now. Your biological age is.. well... about 28.“

Hes old now???

28 is almost 30 and that is ancient! That's probably even older than Luida is!

Vash sinks deeper into the pillow and groans. He feels like he's supposed to have a job now and do Taxes, whatever those are, but Luida joked about them once and said it's a thing they had to do on earth once a year when you're an adult.

Dr. Nichols let out a sigh.

„So since you thought you are '15' I don't think you remember anything that happened, right?“

What is there to remember? He remembers eating dinner with everyone and feeding the Thomases. He remembers writing in his diary. He remembers playwrestling with Brad. He remembers the Plants. He remembers when he tried to ride a Thomas for the first time and was just chucked off unceremoniously and faceplanted in the sand last year.

Last year?

If he's Old now it can't have been last year.

He also remembers his body not hurting like he got run over with a jeep, by the way.

He still can't feel his left arm... Must've been lying in a super weird position for a long time.

He did that once and then his leg fell asleep so badly when he wanted to get up he just flopped on the floor like a slinky. As if his brain forgot his leg was still there.

„The last thing I remember is seeing a super weird cloud in the sky and telling Brad about it and he said it looks like a Worm riding a bicycle.“ Vash answers truthfully.

Dr. Nichols starts laughing heartily.

„Do you even know what a bicycle is?“

Vash shakes his head and the doctor laughs even louder.

„I'll show you one day. But now I will call a nurse so we can get those off of you.“ He points at the tiny needles. „I don't think you need these anymore. You hopefully do remember how to eat and drink. You certainly remember how to swallow, or else we would have a strong case of flooding in your bed right now.“

„Of course I know how to eat! And drink!“

The doctor pushes a button and a few seconds later a nurse comes in. He murmurs something in her ear and with a few quick movements the tiny needles are pulled out of Vash's hand and he can move again.

„Oh yeah and please get him a soda when you come back, would you be so kind?“ „Soda...?“

„You'll like it.“

Now Vash can finally adress the itchy skin issue. He reaches over and -

The doctor grabs his wrist.

Vash kicks his legs in frustration and lets out an agonised yell.

„Noooo! It itches! I want to scratch my arm!“

The doctor sighs once again.

Oh no. What now?

„Please promise me you won't bite me but... you only have one arm left. Which would be your right. The one I am holding. You know how to tell left from right?“

What?

The screen behind the bed starts beeping again as Vash's breath rapidly quickens.

What does he mean he only has one arm left?

Just.. just what happened?

He glances very briefly down his left side.

The sleeve of his hospital shirt is cut halfway and has been tied in a knot. There is neither a hand nor an elbow, just a big great nothing.

Vash glances back to the doctor and he feels cold sweat running down his face.

And then he pukes.

He doesn't even notice that sudden nausea overcame him, the need to puke was quicker.

„Oh dear oh dear, we need a bucket here.“ the Doctor rambles while grabbing a towel from somewhere and patting awkwardly on the stained bedding.

How could Vash bite when he feels like he's about to pass out?

The nurse comes back with a big tall glass but puts it haphazardly on the ground before rushing over with paper towels to clean up the puke.

„What happened?“ she asks with a very worried voice.

„We just made a shocking discovery...“

„Was there no other way to tell him?“

Now the nurse gently pats with a soft tissue around Vash's face.

Oh, he's crying.

He grabs the tissue and loudly blows his nose.

The nurse strokes through his hair in an attempt to calm him down but it only makes Vash cry harder as he realises how long it got. It almost reaches his shoulders.

He needs a haircut badly.

Why is he thinking about haircuts while hysterically crying? What's next? The colour of the wallpaper?

It's a very ugly grey, by the way.

„He wanted to scratch his arm, so if I hadn't said anything he would've noticed himself anyway.“

„What happened to me?“ Vash manages to get out between sobs and his attempts to not choke on his snot.

Dr. Nichols looks at him with a very bitter expression.

„That is the thing. We have no idea. In terms of your arm I can say it wasn't done surgically. No doctor has ever touched it before. Well, before our surgeon worked on it. The way the muscles and bones restructured themselves was a ticking time bomb, you would've gotten a lot of issues with that arm sooner or later. But that is not really important to you right now, I guess. You did seem to have used a prosthetic but it is Lost Technology and sadly it broke along the way and we have no idea how it functions. I'm sorry I can't give you the answers you are looking for.“

The nurse is still stroking Vash's hair. Who is still crying, but less hysterically now.

Reality is slowly starting to sink in.

He is not Home. He has no idea how much time exactly has passed or where he is. No idea of how he got here and what happened in the apparently long time between his last memory and Now.

He has lost his left arm and doesn't know why or how or when.

His body hurts and he doesn't know why either.

Vash closes his eyes and sighs veeeeeeeery deeply.

Something cold clinks against his forehead.

„Don't you go back to sleep on me, young man. We got you a soda.“

Vash opens his eyes again and wants to grab the glass with his le- oh yeah he can't do that anymore.

He reaches out again with his right hand and grabs the glass.

The liquid is weirdly sparkly and smells sweet. It's also not clear but has a light yellow colour. The sparkly bits seem to dance on the surface and some are jumping out off the glass on Vash's skin.

He takes a cautious sip. It's... sweet. Syrupy. Almost unbearably so.

He has no words to describe what exactly he tastes beyond knowing that it's sweet and tastes like something he has never experienced before. At least he thinks so.

The sparkling in his mouth feels weird and he can hearit. In his mouth. That is kind of scary, but it doesn't hurt.

It scratches a bit as he swallows.

The second sip doesn't feel so strong anymore, it's actually kind of pleasant.

„I think we have talked about enough stressful things for today. Do you want to get out of bed? Think you can do it?“ the doctor asks.

„Unless you suddenly tell me I'm also missing a leg I know how to walk.“

The doctor lets out a chortle.

„You found your humor very quickly I see.“ He and the nurse steady Vash as he sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed.

„We exercised your body to keep your muscles from atroph- from getting weaker but of course that's no replacement for voluntary movement. You're going to be a bit wobbly for a while.“ The doctor explains.

And he is.

That's weird. Vash used to run around a lot. He ran up and down the dunes for fun. He chased the Thomases.

But now his legs were shaking just from standing.

He was also much higher up than he remembered, almost eye level with the top doorframe and easily towering over the doctor and the nurse.

„Careful now. Where do you want to go?“

Vash pointed at the window.

„The window. I want to see outside!“

With the help of the nurse and the doctor Vash hobbles over to the window.

He didn't know what he expected to see, probably sand, some more sand and even more sand, but he instead sees..... houses? Maybe?

He had only ever had them described to him in words and with Brads truthfully terrible drawings so Vash wasn't sure what he was actually looking at.

Buildings, of some sort. Very tall and kinda narrow. One of them has a glass front which reflects the suns. The others are in more muted colours and made of something Vash couldn't identify.

He counts the stories.

The tallest building, the one with the glass, is twelf stories high. The others were shorter.

Vash leans against the windowsill so he could look around better.

The building he is in seemed not to be very high, maybe four stories or so but it was build on a hill of some sort?

He looks down and is surprised by how many people he sees walking around. None of them is wearing what Brad, Luida and the others were wearing. It was all Other Clothes. Are they easier to get Now? Apparently they are cuz everyone is wearing them.

A group of teenagers with backpacks is passing by. They are laughing and pushing each other around, one of them almost stumbles into a guy with a suitcase.

Another one is kicking a ball.

Vash turns around and looks at the doctor in surprise.

„Where... where are we?“

„December City.“ That name sounds vaguely familiar for some reason but Vash has no idea why.

He stares back outside, as if the outside could give him an answer.

It didn't, of course, he only sees even more puzzling things.

Two young men are walking around, one of them tapping around on a weird-looking wrist band and then talking to it, holding it up to his ear and then talking again.

Vash hears him yelling „What? I can't hear you very well right now, there's so many people around!“ at the wrist band thing, ironically it also was very muffled through the window.

The other guy is holding a rectangle-shaped box on his shoulder that is blaring music. A radio? Vash had always expected them to look smaller.

The wrist band guy shoves the radio guy and gestures him to turn the music down, then he is yelling at the wrist band again.

When Vash looked more to the right he sees what Luida had called a Road. On it are a few vehicles that look a bit like the jeeps that Vash knows, but smaller.

„So... a city is like a settlement but bigger...?“

The doctor chuckles.

„Very much so. We climbed up to 400k lately.“

Vash can't even imagine so many people. At Home they were maybe two dozens?

„How does this work? Where is Everything coming from? Are there Plants? How?“

The doctors pats Vash's shoulder.

„We will explain it all to you in due time. For now just rest easy knowing that everything is taken care of. Are you hungry? It is lunch time soon. We could also bring you books, or the newspaper if you wanna feel like an adult. Or something to play with, if you would rather avoid that for now. In the evening a lady will come over. She will be your physical therapist. You are down by an arm, so there will be a lot of things you have to relearn again and she will help you.“

Vash thought it over in his head.

Did he want anything? Anything in particular?

„Uuh... I had a red jacket. Is it still here? And uuh... can I have some Other Clothes? Like...“ He points outside.

„Sure! Actually, we have the clothes you came in with in your closet here. Anything else?“

„Can i have another... Soda? And I had a diary but I guess that's gone now. But i want to write stuff down. And maybe something to draw with?“

The doctor grins.

„You know, we will bring you all that and some other things you may like. I doubt you know what video games are but you might enjoy them. Also candy. Who doesn't like candy?“

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #my writing #trigun fanfiction #i didnt wanted to post this anywhere but i need Attention so here you go #i dont know how the comma works in english grammar and at this point im too afraid to ask

[payservewomen]

I’m tempted to say “I’ve hit a new low”😔 but in reality, I’ve been at rock bottom for…a very long time. Years I suppose.

But at least a few years ago, I interacted with women outside of work. But now? I don’t even leave my bedroom on my days off from work.

I sit on my bed, watching humiliation clips; calling ignore phone lines; taking embarrassing photos of myself; edging myself, oftentimes for many hours(almost never less than 4hrs. up to 12hrs)

The one newer development is- I’ll edge for a while, but then the sadness/anxiety makes me go limp….or i’ll be semi hard but my loser penis only grows slightly larger.

It’s like i’m trying to keep in as small as possible, because I know it should be teeny tiny. It CAN grow to 7in but considering how pathetic I am, part of me wishes I had a microdick. Then I could forget these thoughts i have of becoming a normal person again.

Then I could search 24/7 for a superior woman who wants to use and abuse me.

I fantasize about meeting a woman and dating….Getting comfortable with her to the point that I’m able to do the best I’m capable of in making her orgasm…. But then we open up and share kinks etc….and i know as time goes on, there will be many times my dick doesn’t work.

Slowly over time, she realizes just how much of a beta i am, and begins flirting with real, confident men.

By this time, we’re living together; Maybe one month she asks me to cover all the rent, then bills and spends her money on going out….Then a “friend” of hers(maybe with a unisex name that’s usually a woman’s name)is coming into town; she offers our place to stay….Tells me to make dinner etc saying “ali loves lobster tails and filet mignon! I know ur low on money, but it’s ok! I’ll still have enough left until ur next paycheck! Thanks sweetie! Maybe we’ll meet at the airport, then I’ll let you know when we’re on our way, flight gets in i think about 5pm but who knows if it’ll be on time”

I get off work, begin prepping everything….texting her asking if ali’s plane arrived at 5:30….”it did but we’re tryna find the luggage etc. With traffic it’ll take quite a while, plan for a late dinner!”

By 6:30, still nothing, so i text then call to find her phones off.

I figure she’ll probably be walking in any minute….So i check the “find my iphone” tryna be extra sweet and have everything timed perfectly. I see it moved from the airport towards home and begin making dinner….Until i realize another hour has passed. I check it again to see it’s been somewhere between home and the airport for 2 hours now!

Next thing i know, it’s 10, then 11, then 12 midnight!

I’m dozing off and finally see a text “Omg babe i’m sorry! I lost track of time! Ali said getting a hotel room would be easier, and we’ve just been catching up but ugh it got so late and you know how i don’t like to drive at night anyway, so I’m just gonna stay here tonight, see ya tomorrow!”

I just fall asleep, and wake in the AM to see several weird video texts from a number i don’t know….I hear giggling and a man’s voice….almost seeming like someone’s trying to record something and my gf saying “no stop don’t! that’s mean ali!” There’s at least 4-5 clips like that, the last one ending with my girlfriends sexy belly on the screen. I figure ohhh they’re just having fun i guess? But it did give me a bad feeling in my stomach….

Those vids were sent at about 1am. Then at 2am, just a close up of what i’m sure is my gf’s skin, but i can’t tell what part of her body…..but the audio on it was simply my gfs voice sounding like she’s whining or moaning or something? and saying “mmmmm ohhhhk fuck it”

Then 30mins later the clip begins blacked out, but with clear audio…just sounds like licking and slurping….Then a man’s voice “yeah worship it bitch. Now, say it” then the phone moves, showing an arrogant looking man smiling, then it slowly pans down over his entire perfectly fit muscular body….very slowly, stopping on each part of his stunningly perfect body….i mean this guy had an 8pack! Absolutely chiseled in every way. Then it stops to show his abs and v-lines, and then slowly shows his balls…I didn’t know balls could actually be that big!

Then slowly as possible, the camera moves to show the thickest cock i’ve ever seen!

Then the vids stop…but there’s a text at 4am with only an address….my gf knows i wake up for work at 4am…

i call and text her but her phones off ofc. I go to work, and finally around noon, my gf calls saying she’s going shopping with Ali, saying she didn’t bring any of her credit cards asking if i’ve got any money left…i tell her i’m not sure how much, but i’ve got $500 in a sportsbook app from winning the night before…”omg babe that’s perfect! Don’t worry i can move it from there, is it your normal password?” I answer yes, and ask her just to leave at least $100 or so….

And ask if theyre gonna be having dinner tonight…”yeah sweetie we are! I’ll let you know when we’re on the way”

I ask her wtf all those vids were. and who that guy was and she replies “huh? Wait what? You’re telling me you got videos from a random number?! And it had a perfect man’s body with a horse cock?! Lol babe i dunno what websites you’ve been visiting but i’d imagine it’s something to do with that!🤣 What?! u think i’m cheating on you with an old friend or something?! jk! Love u babe”

I hang up the phone and immediately get the same text with the same address, i look up the address to find a really really nice hotel is there. Then another text comes through simply saying “penthouse suite, beta cuck”

Then another text….just a screenshot of a receipt from stub hub for tickets to the nuggets game that night, 5:10pm. 2 tickets, $250 each, wow, better than i’ve ever had for sure.

Then one more text again with the hotels address, saying “ur welcome to stop by whenever, but i suggest you either wait for us to get there or something. not getting up to open the door if we busy fuckin. Can’t wait to see your bitch ass cry🤣”

This one hits me like a ton of bricks and it’s feeling more n more that it’s gotta be exactly what it seems….but no way she’d do this to me!

The great part of our relationship is complete and total honesty and openness! My gf, allison is kinky and loves to be a dirty slut, and we have talked about her fucking others, maybe even a gangbang!

But we’d only done a handful of super kinky things….we’re both submissive so it’s kinda hard to push it and try really crazy n kinky things….we both need that more aggressive attitude!

But i know she loves me deeply. We’ve such an intensely strong emotional connection, more than either of us ever have!

Still no word from my gf and it’s 8pm. At 9pm she finally texts me but it’s the exact same as from the other phone number and it’s just the hotel address and room number…..I call her back, and it rings and rings until going to voicemail. Maybe she didn’t hear it, i call again…it rings 3-4times, less than the last time, then goes to voicemail. I try again and it rings twice then voicemail….Again, same thing. I call yet AGAIN, prob the 6th time and it goes straight to voicemail!

I check the phone locator app and see her phone was at ball arena(nuggets play there)the length of the game….and moved to exactly where the hotel is.

I get dressed, now fearing the worst, but thinking “ok this makes no sense! Either she’s playing some joke on me; something weird like that or some surprise for me?”But i do realize that the most likely thing is…maybe she’s been partying with her friend, she cheated and isn’t sure how to deal with me…..But what’s up with the pics etc? ofc she’s aware of my pervy kinks etc, and she’s prob making it seem like she’s cheating on me, i’m hoping!

I walk to the light rail station, and get on the train….Ugh yeh don’t have the money to get an uber…i checked my bet365 account to see its at zero!

Wtf?! I had some futures bets….ones i could cash out for about $250 total, but they were all just cashed out! i’ve not one bet at all and no money here!

I see that $800 was withdrawn and my bank account was credited $800! But $500 used for the tickets, and $300 spent at some weird fancy store downtown.

Ok that’s it i’ve gotta see what’s up as i’m sitting on the train, mind running wild. Fuck, i gotta get off and walk 20mins, then get a bus!

I get off the train, walking to the bus stop…..Bus finally comes and oh fuck, as i’m tryna buy a bus ticket on the app(for $2.75) It dawns on me “fuck i don’t have enough money in my account” i look at the driver and say “i’m not sure why it’s not working” he looks at it and says “yeah cuz you’re card is being declined, sorry” and closes the doors.

I’m defeated and want to cry. Looking at google, i see it’ll take 2.5 hours to walk there….

It’s now almost 10pm and i consider going back home, but then wtf?! I can’t just sit at home wondering wtf is going on!

So i walk and walk…i watch the clip again and again of the perfect man’s body, fantasizing that the woman i’m in love with is cheating on me in the meanest way possible….Finally, it’s after midnight and I arrive at the hotel….I ask the front desk how to get to the penthouse, and she tells me “the elevator is right over there, but Sir, there isn’t anyone staying there right now”

I thank her and walk away tryna figure out what to do.

I text my gf asking why she texted me that address. she texts back right away with another address! I lose it and call a few times, each time it’s sent to voicemail. I text her back yelling “OK WTF is going on?! What’s your problem? Tell me what’s happening right fucking now!”

She texts back “i’m sorry sweetie, i didn’t mean to upset you! Just having fun with my friend, sorry guess i didn’t realize….I’ll be home tonight, but we’re out, omg babe i’m so drunk! I’ll see you at home, probably late!”

So i begin to walk back home…and remember the light rail isn’t running anymore….Now, I’ve got a 3.5 hour walk!

Finally i arrive home, it rained a little and i’m soaked, socks wet, and miserable and exhausted….

I open the door and hear slurping sounds and my gf giggling. My heart sinks and i already know what’s happening….I yell “wtf are you laughing about?! The fuck is wrong with you, ur being a fucking bitch!”

And i see the same man from the clips emerge from my bedroom, butt naked….he’s holding my favorite shirt, sweat dripping off his immaculate body and he wipes it off, then wipes his asshole with it, now it has skidmarks and throws it at me, saying “wtf did you say bitch?”

I ask who he is and what he’s doing at my place he replies “whatever tf i feel like doing faggot!” I say no it’s my place, and no i’m not gay” i emphasize gay, since i’m not a fan of bigotry and homophobia…”yeh didn’t say your gay, but you ARE a bitch ass faggot! Wtf you gonna do about it, huh? that’s wtf i thought, now, on your knees…obey or i’m gonna beat you up so badly….maybe you’ll get outta the hospital by the time i get out of jail, but it’s your choice” while making his pecs bounce in a very intimidating way. he walks up to me cracking his knuckles saying “ya know, i really DO hope you put up a fight; nobody ever wants to fight me” I look him up and down, knowing he’d kill me quickly….He’s gotta be a foot taller than me….im 5’9 and he’s gotta be at least 6’6!

I ask if i can take my shoes and wet socks off first and he laughs then slaps me in the face, open handed but hard, immediately followed by a left handed slap, i lose my balance and stumble to my knees, then i say “ok ok” on my knees looking up at him.

“Thank me for bullying you. Do it bitch” i thank him, he laughs, spits on me and gives me a wedgie….i make noise indicating it’s hurting, and he proceeds to give me an atomic wedgie…laughs then demands i take my clothes off but keep my wet socks on….

He laughs hysterically at my dick and shouts “baby, how tf were you actually fucking THIS?! omfg, ok come on slut”

And i see my love…she’s crawling on all fours..crawls up to this greek god and begins kissing his feet. She works her way up his legs, as she kisses and licks literally every inch of his perfect body.

Ali then says “ok now, don’t make me tell you again”

She looks me directly in my eyes “Bobby, keep looking in my eyes, ali says we must keep eye contact and he’s in charge here, ok? Please listen to what he says, i don’t want you to get hurt, i really don’t…not physically anyway. I say that because i i i DO want you to get emotionally hurt. I am sorry but when Ali told me he wanted to fuck me, i told him about you. Over months he kept teasing me for fucking such a loser; i love you but you are a loser. He’s been sending me pics of him, and the girls he fucks and omg babe, they cum so hard, and I fondly remembered being fucked by ali. I broke up with him cuz he cheated constantly and i thought that wasn’t ok, Now i realize how superior he is. It’s a small price to pay to be allowed to touch a superior man, im sure you understand. After i admitted how badly i wanted him he began insulting you and making fun of you. He made me take pics and record our sex, and that’s why i haven’t cum in so long, he said i wasn’t allowed with a loser like you. Ali is a sadist, he loves to make women worship him and loves nothing more than breaking beta men like you. That’s not an insult; you’re a beta, he’s an alpha, ya know?

He’s been planning for months to do this….it’s his masterpiece of destroying a loser!”

By this time i’m crying, tears streaming down my face…

“now bobby, we’re recording all of this and you’re now going to thank ali for making your fantasies come true. I know it hurts; the goal is to break you. Ali and i will marry, and you will work for us and live in a tiny room in the basement. U will be used and abused. I know it hurts but this is your new life now. Sure you can run away or something, but then ali will send all the vids and clips to your entire contact list.

But right now you’re going to beg ali to let you eat his sweaty asshole, do it you fucking piece of shit!” By this time ali is rubbing her pussy with his foot and it’s making her horny af….mmm fuck, i fucking hate you loser!” And she spits on me, confusing and hurting me.

I begin to beg to eat his asshole….

And wow, I began this planning on just whining about being so sad and pathetic but then wrote all this…wow i’ve got issues

#findom humiliation #beta bitch #loser abuse #loser humiliation #self humiliation #degrade and humiliate me #findom addiction #beta #verbal humiliation #pathetic loser #alpha man #beta loser #pathetic men #pathetic sissy #beta slave #pussy free loser #gross loser #humiliation task

[crashdevlin]

Gone Girl 3- Missing Persons

Author’s Note: Here we go, down the Walker hole! My beta for this is Miss Cupcake (@petitegateau991 on tumblr)

Summary: Cordell goes looking for info on Y/n.

Pairing: none yet

Word Count: 1331

Story Warnings: not much just felonies to get info, mentions of death of a 

~~~~

Cordell looked around the office before sitting down. He wasn't strictly allowed to look into the woman using Ranger resources, but Y/n was too suspicious. He put her name into the system, but nothing came up. No court records in any Texas court, no speeding tickets, not even a vehicle operator's license or state ID. Y/n Salama didn’t exist according to Texas.

He tried a few different spellings and anything that might be a long form of the name, but nothing came up.

So, he went to Google. The search site gave him no more than searching through official channels. She didn't seem to have an online presence, either.

"Who doesn't have social media these days?" he asked himself before pulling out his phone. The phone rang twice before it connected. "Hey, Geri."

"Cordell Walker. What in the world are you doin' callin' me at 7am?"

"Need a favor." He waited for her to get her moans and groans and complaints out before he continued. "New girl, Y/n, I need to know who she is."

"What? Why?"

"Just a feelin' I have. Can you get into the file cabinet in the office and get me some info?" He cleared his throat and looked around the office again. "Maybe her Social Security number?"

"Ranger, are you asking me to perform identity theft?"

"No. Not that far, just...gather information."

"Personal information. Wha-what's this feeling you have?"

"That she's not who she says she is. I mean, she says she went to one of the toughest schools in Dallas. White has, what, four gangs and some of the lowest test scores in the state and more kids that get locked up each year than graduate...but she speaks like a debutante? She's got tan lines on her left hand, but I can't find any record of her being married. I can't find any record of her, at all. So, maybe she's lying about her name for some reason and I can look her up based on that social yer gonna get me?" He didn't mention the way she treated his cuts and bruises.

Geri sighed heavily, sending static through the phone. "Fine. I will try to get in and get your information."

“Thank you ever so much, Geraldine,” he teased before slumping a little in his chair. “Seriously. Keep an eye on her for me, too. Something’s not right."

"Right," she responded dryly.

"What?"

"If you're doin' this because she's cute, you could just-"

"She's not cute. Jesus, just...let me know what you find out."

"Whatever you say. I'm goin' back to sleep."

Cordell rolled his eyes as he set his cell on his desk. He would investigate her more later.

~~~~~~~

"I've got a soccer game tomorrow. You aren't planning to get kidnapped before then, are you?" Stella asked as Cordell sat at the dinner table that night.

Auggie and Bonham chuckled but Abilene shook her head. "That isn't funny, Stella. Your father could have been killed."

"He's always almost getting killed," the teen sassed back.

"But at least he's almost getting killed in Austin," Bonham chimed.

"Thanks, Dad," Cordell said, picking up a roasted potato with his fork. "I have no plans on being abducted or almost gettin' killed between now and your next soccer game, Stel. I'll be there."

"Good, because I'm starting forward and I'm gonna kick butt."

Everyone except Auggie smiled, proud of the young athlete. "Of course you're gonna kick butt. Can't wait to see it." Stella smiled at her father's words and focused on her plate.

"So, they got all the guys who were running that fight ring?" Auggie asked.

Cordell's eyes went to his mother's. Abilene was blatantly unhappy with the conversation choice. "Yeah. Pretty sure. I mean, my head was a little fuzzy in the debrief but I think they did. How, uh, how's school comin'?" he asked to switch subjects. His mother smiled at him as she listened to Auggie talk.

~~~~~

"Okay, so she's not just awkward and uptight," Geri said, leaning across the bar closer to Walker. "I started askin' her 'bout her family...normal shit, right? 'How's yer mama an' them?' kinda stuff and she suddenly remembered she had to go clean the Men's room. I asked if she had any friends in town, she said 'not yet' so I asked her what kinda crazy she is to move somewhere with no job or support system waiting for her and she clammed up." Geri shook her head. "She ran out to get something from her car and didn't come back until we hit a rush and I was too busy to ask her any other questions."

Walker shook his head. The theory forming in his head was a sad one. "You get that information for me?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah, but...you didn't get it from me, cowboy." She dug into her apron pocket and pulled out a paper coaster, folded in half.

"Thank you."

"You'll tell me when you figure her out, right? I'm invested now."

.

Walker chuckled and nodded as he tucked the coaster into his pocket. "Yes, ma'am."

"You want a beer?"

He shook his head as he stood. "Nah. I'ma head back to the office and look this up. I'll talk to you later."

"Well, I'm off at 7, so if you don't make it back here before then, I'll call you tomorrow."

Walker figured he could make it to the office and back, checking the Social Security Number quickly in what was sure to be an almost empty office, so he just nodded and left. Dodging janitorial staff and the odd Ranger, he made it back to his desk and input the number into the search.

'Ann Maria Salama

DOB: 04/19/1986

Deceased: 08/11/1988'

"Seems Y/n's a dead girl. Interesting." He checked his watch. "Geri gets off in ten minutes. Dead girl should be on by the time I get back."

The trip back to the bar was spent figuring out the best way to approach the woman about her use of an alias and a dead girl's social. He adjusted his hat and headed into the bar. She flinched at the sound of the door opening, then smiled brightly. "Hello, Ranger! Those bruises seem to be healing nicely."

Walker nodded as he moved to sit at the bar. "Yeah, I think I can thank you for that."

"Well, you're ever so welcome. Thought you might be upset at me for makin' you drink Shirley Temples all night."

"Not as upset as I am about you lying to me about your name," he said nonchalantly. Her eyes went wide and snapped to meet his. "And where you went to school and probably that story about your great great grandaddy coming into Angel Island, since 'Salama' is a name that belongs to a little girl who died of leukemia at two years old." Her jaw dropped and trembled, and he could see her body tense as she debated fleeing. "Now, don't run. Pretty sure neither of us want me to chase you."

"Ranger, I...please, let me-"

"You're gonna explain," he interrupted. He made his expression soft, putting as much empathy in his eyes as he could manage. "Because you've broken some heavy federal laws here and I get the feeling it's not because you wanted to."

She broke immediately, sobs wracking her body as she dropped her elbows to the bar top and buried her face in her hands. "Please, don’t take me in! I had to! I didn't have a choice. I had to get away!"

Every theory he had about why she was lying was confirmed in that last sentence. He reached out to put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna take you in...but I need to know everything."

She sniffled as she stood up, eyes red and lids puffy as she wiped tears from them. "Okay. I'll tell you."

#cassie writes stuff #walker fanfic #walker x reader

[nintendont2502]

My homestuck brainrot is genuinely so intense I'm convinced I could connect any song to it at this point

So uh. Gonna try that with my almost 30 hour playlist and see how long it takes before I can't I think

Song #1 - Teenage Dirtbag

Okay wow I. Do Not remember adding this to my playlist but okay

Dave Strider. Definitely. Specifically his perception of himself as this tough, cool kid yk? That's literally all I have to say about it, it just fits the vibes

Song #2 - Discord

This actually works genuinely well for Rose wtf (specifically around the time she goes Grimdark after talking to Doc Scratch - the mention of "someone else [is] pulling at the strings" and how she "can't sit idly, no [she] can't move at all")

Song #3 - Alligator

Hmm. I'm thinking either John (either around the time of God tiering or maybe using his retcon powers?) Or maybe Terezi + a little sprinkling of Vrisrezi. Unsure but it works

Song #4 - Try

Again why is this in my playlist wtf

God I guess Jane + Roxy having crushes on Dirk and all the stupid relationship drama the Alpha kids had? Idk I don't want to listen to any more of this song it's so boring

Song #5 - Lemon Boy

Okay this feels like cheating - this is obviously Davekat

Song #6 - Brave As A Noun

Oo okay we're back to the good shit. Okay this is definitely Davesprite (specifically the way he tends to push away his friends/the fact that he's seen as the "depressed bird Dave")

Like. Come on just look at this shit - "But I've got an angry heart/filled with cancers and poppy tarts/if this is how you folks make art/it's fucking depressing" and "I'm afraid to leave the house/I'm as timid as a mouse/I'm afraid if I go out I'll outwear my welcome"

Song #7 - Chase That Feeling

God okay this was the first one I genuinely struggled with. I *guess* the fact that the song is about doing something you're passionate about despite people trying to stop you, and the kids/trolls are passionate about?? Living?? Not having the universe being destroyed by LE?? Also it has all the beta kids instruments there we go. It's incredibly weak but it's *something*

Song #8 - Bad Apple

Do you know how many Homestuck animations I've seen to this? *Everything* goes with Bad Apple

Song #9 - Redesign Your Logo

Doc Scratch? Yeah Doc Scratch I think. His manipulation of Alternia/Earth to ensure tje creation of Lord English ("DNA is crucial/we must understand it/in the human genome/we will find your logo" - the codes that created Doc Scratch + by extension Lord English?) Especially "We are here to help you/everythings connected/time is of the essence/we live in the future"

Also like. "Here we have a circle/smooth and inoffensive/this will be the basis/for your revolution" like come on

Song #10 - Rapunzel

Double digits let's goo 🎉

Anyway I struggled a bit with this at first but I think Davekat (specifically pitch Davekat).

"Couldn't leave her had to meet her/greet the girl of my dreams with a kiss on the hand/What up!" < Dave 100%

Song #11 - Warriors

The troll ancestors. This is way too obvious but do i care? No

Song #12 - Body

Trying so hard to think of something that isn't just that one really good troll animation but god does it work so well. Anyway the obvious stuff:

- eyes (terezi), face (gamzee), arms and legs (vriska + tavros), hands (nepeta), heart (feferi) etc

Song #13 - Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High

Unlucky 13? Maybe! All I can think of is Cronus is being desperate which. Does work

"Now its three in the mornin/and im tryin to change your mind/left you multiple missed calls/and to my message you replied"

Song #14 - God Forgot

God for a second I was terrified id have two Cronus songs in a row but thank God I remembered sollux exists 💀 specifically AraSol

"Before you came along it was God who already forgot me/cut off both my hands, changed the locks again, that's alright/a fuckin angel caught me/she pays all my rent, paints the walls and then sings all night"

Song #15 - God Is Dead

God do you know how long I've been waiting for a Smith Street Band song. Anyway as much as I hate the epilogues this is Ult!Dirk *and* also [S] Collide

God is dead and reality is fake - Lord English destroying dream bubbles/cracking Paradox Space

It's a hivemind nightmare of a dying race - the kids and the trolls are literally a dying race and this shit is definitely a nightmare

And there is no luck and there is no fate - Vriska leading the ghost army methinks

"And nobody cares about you and your pain/but that becomes freedom if you look at it that way" - I'm gonna be real I don't have anything for this part BUT

"I've always been more distressing than cool/I'm a blood nose on the first day of school/my own quiet life at the bottom of the pool/tragedy is comedy if you can get through it" Dirk or dave probably

"Come a long way from a neck in a noose/look me in the eye and call that an excuse/wasnt sure what to make tight or keep loose/was never a boy scout, so I fell straight through it" - Dirk going ultimate

Song #16 - The Sea Is Rising

Would it be cheating to say the Batterwitch flooding Earth B

Uh god idk "I don't want them to look back when the future is written/and know we killed ourselves with nuclear visions and stupid decisions/shit I'd rather an asteroid doomed for collision/than know the planet got fucked by the human condition/sing this tune with conviction" yk what fuck it this is about Alpha Dave now. (Also fun sburb reference with the meteor there ya go)

Song #17 - Masterpiece Theatre III

This would actually work really well for a Five Giants style animation for Homestuck as a whole (focusing on the trolls, the beta kids, the alpha kids and the Cherubs or just showing major events)

Might actually look more into this later because listening to it rn god there's so much potential here

Song #18 - As The World Caves In

Dad Egbert + Mom Lalonde on the Battlefield. That's it that's the post

Song #19 - Bang Bang

Hmm DaveJade I think. Don't ship them personally but it works pretty well

"She was walkin around with a loaded shotgun/ready to fire me a hot one/it went bang bang bang straight through my heart/though I couldve walked away/just stood my ground and let her spray"

Song #20 - Le Seine

How the *fuck* is this at 20 songs already I thought I'd stop at like. 10

Anyway uh. Callieroxy. Don't know why but the vibes are so strong

Song #21 - Children of God

Fuck me I guess I'm still going

Anyway this just has tje vibes of playing Sburb. Like it fucking sucks, it's weird as hell and theres that underlying sense of anger at a universe that Does Not care about you yk

Song #22 - Basics in Behaviour

Please god there's no way I can make this Homestuck am I finally free

God fucking damn it nevermind

"This is how we live our lives searching for the answers inside of every page/and im here wondering if one day we'll finally be free from this cage/is it okay to have this feeling that maybe there is more to this game/however now, no time to question, so just behave" < that's just. That's just sburb. Specifically the way rose is trying to basically tear it apart for answers (and maybe doc scratch coming in for that last line)

Song #22 - Line Without A Hook

Sigh. Do I even need to say anything? Vrisrezi. AraSol. Line Without A Hook works for any fandom and I will *never* be free

Song #23 - Betterman

Epilogues Roxygen? "Cause you taught me so many things about myself and you know this is true/but now we are apart and it's all my fault cause you know I need to be alone/don't know myself, so how can I share me with you girl, or anyone?"

Could also add a sprinkling of June in there if you're feeling particularly trans

Song #24 - Make It Bun Dem

God I was convinced I was free.

"Killin the flows we're sicker than most/defating the foes we weather the most/never yet falter, never yet flop/never yet halt and never yet stop/keep up with God and never yet drop" < peak 2011 amv material (specifically pre-scratch, when the beta kids alcjemise all the cool shit and just kick ass on their planets yk)

Also maybe a rap dave would make I don't fjcking know anymore kts almost 2 am I started doing this *an hour* ago

Song #25 - Let Me Down Easy

God it's just. It's just Davesprite again. Specifically Davesprite after/while dating Jade on the battleship.

"You want someone who wants you for who you are/I want someone to try and let me down easy, easy tonight/easy, easy tonight/honey it's no secret that with matters of the heart/I'm reserved, I'm irrational, and rarely ever start/since the world's dark and often I humane"

Song #26 - Eleanor Rigby

John god tiering and/or retcon powers. Something big and flashy (maybe retcon powers to fit the "all the lonely people" line since him, Davesprite + Roxy are the only people from the preretcon timeline)

Song #27 - Still Alive

Lil Hal leaning into the robot thing as an ironic bit to piss off Dirk? Yeah probably - especially "I'm not even angry/I'm being so sincere right now/even though you broke my heart and killed me"

Song #28 - Tightrope

At this point I'm excited everytime I see an aussie rap song I get excited because it might mean this is finally ending, and everytime I'm disappointed by the depths of my brainrot

Anyway this is also Davejade "i play my demos one by one/smile if she likes it laugh if it sucks" - also the mention of "it's like I'm running with a blindfold" because haha get it she wears a blindfold in her entry god I'm so tired

Song #29 - Float On

This is just John I think. Like it ties into his aspect and how it provides freedom/independence which usually helps solve these major issues hes facing? So he can just "float on"

Song #30 - Rockefeller Street

Jesus fucking christ song 30?? Anyway this whole song is just Trickster Mode. "Everything is more than surreal" fuck dude it sure is

Song #31 - How To Save A Life

Epilogues Dirk + Dave. Specifically that part in Meat (?) After Dirk goes Ultimate and Dave talks about how he should have tried to talk to him or do anything to help him

"Lay down a list of what is wrong/the things you've told him all along/pray to God he hears you"

Song #32 - Little Talks

Hm AraJade or JadeRose I think. "I don't like walking around this old and empty house/so hold my hand I'll walk with you my dear"

Song #33 - Clown Prince

Thank God,,, thank fuckign God ***FINALLY***

There's literally no way I can make this Homestuck it's just fucking and drinking and honestly. Thank God.

It's 2 am. I started this an hour and a half ago as a funny haha. I didn't think I'd get further than 5 songs, but my commitment to tje bit won out over literally everything else

Thank you hilltop hoods

#33 songs #33 *fucking* songs #oh my GOD #ITS BEEN ALMOST 2 HOURS #why did i do this #i dont even think i want anyone reading this im just. im not spending two hours on this for nothing #if for some fucking reason you want to do this with your own playlist tag me btw itd be inchresting #sigh #im not even going to try and tag everyone in this #me.txt #nintendont2502 cringe comp

[whentherewerebicycles]

hello! prepare for a long chatty life update. I went out with friends last night and it was so nice wahh. then I slept nine hours and that was glorious too. turns out this week’s sleep trouble was just my usual pre-period insomnia and not my new magic sleeping meds failing me. phew!!! I took Pip to our new vet this morning for his annual checkup and he was such a sweet boy even through the indignity of many shots. 😭😭 I love my little dog so much. also when Pip sits his front paws point outwards in a way that makes him look like he’s posing, and today the vet techs were like ‘awww how sweet! you know that’s actually a genetic deformity, right?’ I was like ummm excuse me. this is the best dog who has ever lived and he is perfectly formed in every way so think carefully about how you describe his flawless & unique paws please!! anyway he is in excellent health and three different people independently praised him for being so lean & well-conditioned. I can’t wait for fall (and/or to get him to seattle) so we can resume his preferred 70 min walks instead of the 30 min forced marches we are limited to in the summer.

then I came home and started working my way through one of the books I bought on evidence-informed learning design in training contexts. it’s interesting so far! not a lot of new content yet but it’s kind of nice to go back to basics and resolidify my understanding of core concepts/frameworks. I feel like it’s making me a bit sleeeepy though so I might just do an hour each day instead of trying to power through. I have four weeks left before new job starts… I think I just want to read two or three of these fairly dense books so I go into the first month feeling like I have an understanding of how the L&D profession overlaps with/differs from the classroom pedagogy stuff I’m more familiar with. I also want to read more about the history and structure of my government agency so I have at least a rough mental framework to fit first-month new information into. THAT SAID as psyched as I am to get started on a New Project (tackling a new job lol) I need to remind myself to also enjoy this time and try to use it to really fully decompress from the year and job search stress. it’s okay to just let myself enjoy this month of very few responsibilities.

next week I need to reach out to my current boss to let her know that I accepted the position… and I need to do that sooner rather than later because they’re starting to process my security clearance and that involves interviewing my references. I hope she isn’t upset with me for kinda changing gears after we talked last, but I’m also reminding myself that it’s normal to change jobs and that I went above and beyond trying to make things work with them… they didn’t move fast enough to make it feasible for me and it’s okay for me to make decisions that prioritize my own long-term future (because academia sure as hell won’t do that for me!). I can’t decide if I hope the grant funds come through & they let me do it as a part-time position with support staff, or if I hope it doesn’t come through and my energy is just freed up to focus on the new job + creative projects. we will see what the universe decides.

we released the first two episodes of our hockey fandom podcast yesterday and have gotten a nice response so far! I am deep in planning/research mode for future episodes and might spend the rest of the afternoon working on that. I feel like my brain is a little bit too fried still to write short things or fully dive into my new long project (I need a bit more rest/recovery I think) so I’m gonna let myself continue taking a little break from writing and instead focus on building out this other project so it’s up and running by the time the job starts. ooh and I am also going to beta a friend’s fic this weekend—tonight or tomorrow tbd.

okay let’s see. going to drive to target now to pick up a curbside order and then I think I want to lie in bed doing nothing or maybe thinking a bit about podcast planning. I have this idea that if we can create like… a planning structure of some kind? a brainstorming and research template kinda thing? it’ll help organize and streamline our prerecording thinking so we can have deeper conversations in the actual recording session. I like the idea of designing a repeatable learning exercise that will make the planning process more seamless, so if we get really busy with real life stuff we won’t have to expend as much intellectual bandwidth on the prep & planning work each week. idk just something I am kicking around we’ll see. mmkay! if I go to target I will have cherries to eat 😍 so it is time to make the quick drive over.

#daily processing

[kyoko0001]

Redemption Chapter 13 teaser~

“Tomoyo-hime will be delighted.” Fai echoed his thought from earlier before he started nibbling down his neck. As nice as that was--Kurogane tugged playfully at his hair to get some eye contact. Ether Fai was really laying the act on think or Kurogane was being dense as to the real reason he was so fucking cuddly int he middle of the kitchen like this. 

“You need a snack or something?” Blondie leaned back a bit to flash him a toothy grin. 

As hard as the vampire shit had been on them--Kurogane fucking melted at that goofy grin complete with fangs. Fai being at ease with his vampiric instincts on display just showed how far they had come since acid Tokyo and it just… fucked with him in the best kinda way. 

“No--I just like you lots.” Fai punctuated those words with a wink and Kurogane found himself grinning as he pulled his mage in for a proper kiss.

#kuroFai #CLAMP #Just gonna let this sit for the night and maybe see if my beta has time to take a peek before I post #its done though! #for the most part #it only took me damn near a year #better late then never though hm? #finally getting to be productive in quarantine #thought I pretty much have not changed a single personal habit #I am hella anti social guys #I should really have time to write fic all the time #I am just laaaazy

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.14)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: The first night they sleep in the house comes with sleepy steps and communal showers…And other firsts…

Pairing: Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin,

Tags: Fluff, hurt/comfort, Nesting, References to anorexia and anorexic eating habits, PTSD, discussion of physical scars, low-self esteem, omega space, lots of seokjin x reader content,

W/c: 9.1k

A/n: here you go! i think i might need to take a short break from this series soon, to work on one of my other series- and to take a break in general cuz i’ve been chugging along pretty regularly with it and i feel like somethings gonna give if i don’t take a step back for a few days!

Previous Part — Masterlist

Before they know it they're staring at their empty apartment, the floors dusty and nothing left to cart away but a few light boxes. They wince as they look at the holes in the wall and the scuffs here and there that all but condemn their security deposit to their landlord’s greedy pockets. They linger, touching the doorways and fussing over the spaces that they’ve loved and been loved in for the last time. A home that has been theirs for as long as the pack has been a pack.

It’s only Kookie and Hobi that get a little weepy, a little sentimental. Though Seokjin spies Jimin taking several deep breaths and looking up at the light in the hall that always seemed to break once a month, blinking back something. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yeah i’ve just got something in my eye,”

Jin snorts “What? an emotion?” 

But its all teasing as Jin quietly fold his tiniest alpha under his arms before he can get too sad. and if the front of jin’s shirt dampens, thats a secret he’ll keep for his pups. 

At home Yoongi says a quiet goodbye to the place he will never live in again (will never even see again as the contents of that home are scattered mess around this house.) But he waits, doing the dishes and preparing dinner with you. Waiting for the lights of their cars to emerge from the darkness, the tell tail crunch of tires on the stone driveway that will tell him that they’re home.

Jin wonders why he doesn't feel sadder to see the place go especially when he’d been so angry about it this morning. Standing in the doorway holding his keys, a held breath finally let out, it’s nearly midnight and they’re finished, finally and thankfully all packed up.

It doesn’t feel as bad as it could, Jin thumbs his keys idly, the jingle echoes in the empty halls. 

It’s a simple truth that apartments only belong to the people temporarily, little boxes of safety neatly packaged within a certain amount of square footage. If Jin or any of them had really wanted to stay for any greater length of time they would have tried to buy it years ago, would have been able to what with Namjoon's salary, Even if it meant taking on a quite frankly hideous mortgage.

But maybe it’s a good thing they didn’t; then they would have had more of a reason to stay.

Now he just wants to be done with it, just wants to get back to the house and sit for the first time all day, to fall sleep in their barely set up beds, in the room that doesn't smell like them yet. He's so tired; he might not even have enough energy to nest (but as with all omegas, the itch under his skin is ever present).

Somehow it doesn’t feel like they’re ending something when they close the door to the den for the last time; the place they’ve called home for the last 4 years, 5 if you count how long that Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi had lived here. 

Jin exhales a sigh, letting out something that aches with it, lets his chest feel raw with it- all that loving and all that missing had never been for this place, but for yoongi- what they’d had before. 

There’s nothing standing in the way of that anymore. He leaves their keys on the countertops and goes home.

And at your house, there is this to come back too- you and Yoongi making dinner in the kitchen shoulders pressed so close you might as well be touching. Their yellow couch pressed up against the back of yours and Yoongi’s- tomorrow or the next day they’ll find a better place for it. There are a few nooks and crannies in your house. But For tonight- it’s the perfect place for Hobi and Jungkook to flop down onto. Tired and ready for sleep but kept awake by the pack to get some food into there rumbling bellies.

Yoongi rushes over with spoonful’s of kimchi fried rice while the meat cooks, asking them for their input (not that he needs it- he just can't fight the urge to dote on the pups especially when they’re so tired, and the bites of food keep them awake for more and Yoongi absolutely will not let them go to bed hungry after the day they’ve just had.)

You watch, anxious about burning the meat, whining over the tongs before Yoongi comes back to supervise. “Let them get a little crispy, you’re flipping them over too often” Jin tries to intervene, but you snap your tongs at him, staring and gesturing between him and the nearest seat, he puts his hands up, rightfully chastised and takes a seat at the breakfast bar. Where he can watch your cute little lips pout in concentration. 

Namjoon flops down at the stools on the side of the kitchen island, finally letting himself feel the aching in his bones and muscles, he’s going to melt- and be sore for several days but he doesn’t mind, would never think of complaining.

Jimin folds in on the other side of namjoon, in-between him and jin to keep the peace, and he feels like he wants to fold himself on top of his crossed arms and go to sleep right here. He actually does that, but a few seconds later he opens his eyes to Yoongi offering him a careful spoon of rice and he takes it, pliant.

Tae joins the rest on the couch, pretending to be deaf to their false squeals of protest. They don’t push him away, just pull him closer so that he doesn’t fall off the edge of the couch that’s only really meant for two.

There is also the soup in the fridge, and it’s only a day old- is fantastic to reheat or put over the rice and meat, you make a face when jungkook makes a show of dunking the meat in it- taking a larger bowl because he can’t have the rice.

It’s only after they’ve eaten that jin brings out the bag of 48-hour things, tooth brushes and skincare routines, a spare change of pajamas, and a change of work clothes for those who absolutely have to go to work tomorrow.

unpacking is something that might not be able to wait for long, Not that they haven’t already started making the house feel more full and less empty with their furniture. They’ve already added side tables to the couch, and Namjoon shoved a nice-looking dresser under the window by the door to hold everyone’s keys and things in a large wooden bowl, the same way it was in the apartment.

You eat an informal dinner, piled around living room in various seats; you’re headed towards a food coma. Yoongi watches you eat. And though you get a little shaky part of the way through your bowl, He counts it as a victory.

You wouldn’t risk straight up not eating in front of the others but there are some secrets that you’re determined to keep for as long as possible (a simple yet terrible voice inside of your head reminds you of the state of conditional love, might be better to just- make sure- make absolutely sure that’s not the only reason why they’re sticking around.

If you’re pretty and tiny to look at that might make them care. And you wouldn’t want to threaten that- ever. Especially when it’s not only your care, but Yoongi’s that you’d be putting in jeopardy now too. 

Though you’re well aware that that train of thought is wrong, it still doesn’t stop you from thinking it.

Tonight they’re so tired you think they might not notice, but better to be sure. Yoongi certainly does. Through dinner he stands closer to you, not touching you accept for a little reassuring brush here and there, the kind that you could think where unintentional if they came from anyone else.

The pack already has their suspicions though they’d always assumed that you’d been eating enough when they weren’t here, maybe just a little shy around mealtimes. That would be understandable.

You won’t be able to hide the truth for long. And you seem aware of that as Jin hovers, asking you if you want a second bowl, eyebrows rising when you shake your head. you’re the only one that refuses. 

He reaches out to do something- stroke down your back or otherwise but seems to think better of it. He turns away and lets the moment pass, regardless of the way that itch fits it’s self under his skin again.

Before everyone finishes their dinner, Yoongi hands out the new keys; of which there are nine. Not eight, not seven, but nine. One for each of you plus a spare to be hidden somewhere outside in case of an emergency, He hands them out to each of the pack mates, and dangles the last one in front of you.

You take it with an eye roll. Why would you ever need one? Besides your impromptu trip last night you've only left the house a handful of times, let alone go unaccompanied. Why would you ever even want to leave the house? Especially one as lovely and as love-filled as this one.

Their combined scents slowly fill your house makes you feel almost scent high. the rosy haze of omega space is already starting to color the peripherals of your vision. It makes you feel fuzzy, and strongly consider stealing a bag from the pile of nesting things that sit outside of their bedroom door and make a cozy little nest of all of those scents, maybe in a closet somewhere just so that you wouldn’t be discovered or interrupted. Something safe and warm to nurture your soul in.

But not yet- not yet. You look at their things and want, in more ways than one. You wonder how you’re going to hide your wanting now that they live with you. it’s going to be hard- you’re going to have to be careful

Apparently, keys are a soft spot- something about Jimin taking everyone’s and losing his on more than one occasion. Taehyung makes a playful comment, and though Jimin replies indignantly, you can see the love warming his cheeks as his body curls around Taehyung. 

There are these soft little key chains attached to each of them- one for each member of the pack. The keys jingle, knocking against each other with a clang as he hands them out.

Your mate rolls his eyes at the one at the very bottom of the bag. “I can’t believe you kept that old thing,” Yoongi had quite purposefully left his keys when he’d left almost a year prior. And it seems they kept them- as well as the tiny little cookie keychain that has been his identifier for the length of time they’d had the apartment.

Kookie just smiles, “it’s mischievous like you Hyung,” the little grinning figure certainly taunts him. Yoongi adds it to the bowl eventually. your key is the only one that dosen’t have a fluffy key companion yet. 

There is honestly barely as much room in the house as you need for the 8 of you. By the time the house is finished it will have seven bedrooms in total, but as of right now, there are only two finished.

Now that the rest of the pack has moved in its likely Yoongi will want to accelerate the plans of redoing some areas of the house. The bathroom off of your bedroom is decently new (the last thing the last owners ever fixed before the house fell into its disrepair). But the only other one on the ground floor definitely isn’t up to the pack's usual standards.

They’re all more than a little nervous about going back to sharing a space so small. it's just hard not to snap at each other in the morning when you take an elbow to the stomach on accident or literally step on another person’s toes. Jungkook has accidentally spat his toothpaste out onto someone's hand more than once, and that was when they had two sinks instead of just one.

The second bedroom isn’t quite large enough for all of their things or all of their beds but they make it work. Two kings get squished together, connected with a special set of screws from Ikea- meant for combining beds on extra large packs. It’s almost enough to make the space feel like home.

The ceilings are tall- not quite as cozy as they could be; there is too much space between the bed and the ceiling. Everyone gets ready for bed, trading pants for pajamas and settling for boxers when their pile of preferred pajama pants can’t be located in the mess that is the room at the end of the hall or Jin’s bag of 48 hour things. kookie makes a pouty puppy dog eye look at namjoon and the elder surrenders his pair of cotton pyjama pants, his favorite 

The closet on the other hand is the definition of disappointing, in their apartment they’d turned the entire second bedroom into a closet, and they’ll need to find a similar space here. Jin is already eyeing the laundry room. It wouldn't really be that hard to knock down the wall into the bedroom room and add a door? Would it? He’ll need to ask Yoongi one of these days.

Instead of actually trying to put any clothes in the room's actual closet they’ll take off the doors and shove their old vanity into the space, dumping their combined cosmetic products and morning routines there as well as the sex toy boxes.

 At the very least- it will offer some privacy and quiet to those still sleeping in the morning, Since their skincare stuff definitely won’t fit in the tiny bathroom across the hall. Your bedroom is the only one with an en suite, and the only other full bath on the ground floor.

Seokjin's seen partial plans for the upstairs (glimpsed them before Yoongi had the chance to hide them away. Chiding gently "it's supposed to be a surprise hyung") but he's heard enough of the workmen who come in chat about the pluming, even saw the massive pieces of glass that they oh so carefully maneuvered up the narrow staircase; that had to be for a walk in shower.

There’s a trap door at the very top of the stairs, and its either a closed, or open for the workmen. Seokjin hasn't seen the top floor yet- none of them have. That night, after they've all stuffed themselves full he lingers at the bottom of the stairs and wonders if he should go up and see. Jin is curious, even if he is tired.

They’re taking turns using the shower across the hall, and Hobi snags him on his way through, convincing him to join him and wash off the sweat of the day together with a sweet kiss. and seokjin lets the top floor of the house disapear into the rescese of his mind for the sake of some quiet time with hobi. 

The shower is a very non-sexy affair, Washing each other deftly, any moves of loving redundant. Kisses peppered over shoulders. Seokjin only has enough energy to smile. Hiding it away in between the steam and the sweet smelling body wash. He hopes it smells like that enough that Hobi can’t smell his lingering distress.

But it all seems for naught, because after a few moments of holding each other  underneath the warm spray  Hobi pulls back, reaching for the loofa."You still smell so upset hyung." Hoseok says, scrubbing under his armpits, looking a little like he's got fluffy balls of suds stuffed under his arms with how well the soap lathers. 

Your water must be harder than the water at the apartment. Because Seokjin's skin already feels a little tight and dry, like the rest of him. 

Seokjin hums, dragging conditioner through to his ends. Letting it sit before he steps underneath the nearly too short faucet to dry his hair- yup, he's definitely going to have to go get a replacement one- at least to make the spray a little wider. What use is a bathroom if two people can't shower at the same time? "I'm just a little tired," it’s not entirely a lie.

Hoseok answers with a small noise, switching places with him to wipe off the suds, he uses it as an opportunity to sling his arms over the omegas' shoulders. Pulling him closer, the muscles in his arms flexing alluringly.

And Seokjin is just- too tired to instigate anything more; even when Hobi kisses him, slow and sensual pushes of the lips, kisses Seokjin the way that he loves. He’s just too tired, his nerves and his nose like a frayed end. 

He doesn't have enough energy to have emotions about this, the pack moving, the stress of it all has piled and piled up and seokjin hasn’t been able to find a release.  at least not yet. Hobi understands. Dries Jin's hair and doesn't ask why Seokjin’s lingering when he doesn't immediately go back to the bedroom.

Maybe he understands that tonight, the pack isn’t what Seokjin needs. 

Namjoon and Jimin shower together after. And in the bedroom- he watches fondly from the door as a freshly pressed and ready for bed Jungkook takes three bags of nesting things and dumps them over the bed, a happy blissed out look already on his face as he dives into nest making with a flurry. 

Taehyung watches along from the head of the bed curled up- keeping himself small and compact so that Jungkook can work around him. Smiling into his book (nighttime reading is one of Tae’s habits) as the other omega sets out to make the messiest nest in existence.

Seokjin is exhausted just looking at him, his nerves elevated when Jungkook doesn’t do their usual routine of setting out the big yellow blanket on the bottom to act as a barrier between them in the bed and the world outside. You walk by Seokjin, watching him watch Jungkook, standing in the doorway smelling so sad. 

You almost just almost- go to stand by him and watch, have a little momentary daydream about linking your arms around his slender waist and burrowing into his back. Asking maybe, for Jungkook to let the three of you make the nest together. But then you think better of it, disappear back into your bedroom with glasses of water for you and yoongi, pushing the idea of that out of your head. 

Once Jimin and Namjoon finish their shower, They end up elbowing each other vying for the only sink, Hobi brushes his teeth in the kitchen and Seokjin commandeers your bathroom for a similar purpose, unwilling to go without doing his skincare routine even after a day like this.

Seokjin doesn’t know what he was expecting from your room or your nest but it’s awfully pretty.

This- this is the den-like atmosphere he wants and didn’t find in the other bedroom. The dark flower-patterned wallpaper and the teal accent walls make the room feel cozy and small. Safe even. The sole lamp drenches the room in cozy golden shadows. 

Your blackout curtains might be drawn but the windows are open and the sweet air of summer fills the room. Clean evening wars equal with the smell of chocolate cake- the smell of you and Yoongi that permeates the room.

How many nights have you curled up together here to have it smelling so happy? Neither you nor Yoongi has a particularly strong scent but it’s everywhere. It’s so unlike Jin’s alphas, or even Jungkook who you can almost taste, a honey film coating your tongue when you breathe deep near him.

Jin doesn’t realize he’s just standing there, breathing, enjoying the way that your smell eases the ache in his nose until you’re blinking up at him from the confines of your nest, head popped up from underneath the pastel blue blanket. You where so cuddled under the thick layer of pillows and blankets seokjin didn’t even know you where there. 

One of them falls on the floor at your sudden movement and you whine. Staring at it forlornly. Before Seokjin can answer and dart forward to give you anything your heart desires like his instincts demand- Yoongi stoops to pick it up. You make grabby hands at it and  hug it back to your chest when yoongi hands it over; your unhappy chirp becomes a velvet-like purr.

Yoongi’s eyebrows’ are raised expectantly, and Jin realizes he’s been staring. Just watching the two of you get ready for bed, domestic and intimate. Something that maybe he’s not allowed to see.

But maybe he is, after all, he lives here now.

“I just- I was going to-“ Jin’s breath catches in his throat. “Can I use your bathroom?”

Your nest is not a mess of pastel pillows and blankets but the perfect balance of disarray and colorful order. Somehow it seems to settle the instincts in him that ran haywire in the other room, the tangle of new things. He can still smell it while he brushes his teeth. watches you kneed the parimiter and get everything in it’s right place while he brushes his teeth. 

Jin’s nostrils flare and there’s something wrong- but also right. He doesn’t smell this nest on his own skin and that’s distressing for some reason, This- here is what the other room is missing, the blanket at the head of the bed needs to be curled up more, needs more fluffing, and he can see that but you can’t cuz you’re looking at him.

He feels himself slipping into omega space, just a little. The haze gripping him as he realizes that your nest doesn’t smell like him and just- he lets out a frustrated huff, muffled around the toothpaste in his mouth.

Seokjin isn’t surprised to find the pillow and blanket that he and Jungkook gave you at the center of your nest. Not all omegas like to pile their nests with items that smell like their pack mates outside of a heat (where desire for things that smell safe boils down to a vicious need) but you seem to have an affinity for pillows of all shapes and sizes, knit blankets with texture.

Each omega has their preferences; Seokjin has a fondness for sweaters just like Jungkook has an absolute hatred for anything with zippers or buttons. You seem to prefer simple and natural fabrics with an emphasis on color. They crisscross the nest but around the rim- it’s piled up to a little wall.

To omegas, nesting is nothing more than creating a safe space for themselves and their pups- their pack too if they don’t have any of the former. A place where scents are controlled to give the nose and the autonomic nervous system a place to rest. 

As Omegan bodies are constantly cycling through olfactory information it can get a little stressful and tiring if you’re not able to shut those parts of the brain off from time to time. A reset; that’s what nesting is. And tonight- the other room might be a little too crowded for Seokjin both in terms of people and scents.

And Namjoon. They haven’t exchanged many words since this morning. He casts a glance across the hall, through the open door where he can already see the pups sprawling, the space quickly diminishing.

Seokjin had let him kiss his cheek a few minutes ago, wordless love. He just needs a little more time to cool off before things can go back to normal, though Seokjin has already forgiven him, a little bit of distance in the meantime might be good for them.

Seokjin spits in your sink, hands on the edge of the porcelain, doesn’t look at himself in the mirror.

when he looks over at you again, you’re hovering on the edge of your nest. Knees tucked under your body, free from the confines of your nest, you’re already in a pair of light purple pajamas, the opposite of yoongi’s dark blue,  hugging a pillow that looks like it just might have come from the apartment (Seokjin’s 90% certain that he recognizes it from Taehyung’s reading set up) 

he can tell you’re watching him, but he can only tell when he looks away and sees you move in his peripherals. Every time he turns in your direction he catches you straightening up, turning your attention back to Yoongi, nodding here and there as he talks through everything he wants to do tomorrow. 

It seems like this is your routine, Yoongi talking in his night roughened words, you nod here and there, while he puts everything back in it’s spot, the dirty laundry gets put in the large wicker basket, the dirty towels from a shower you both took hung up to be dried and used again. Betas don’t nest, but Yoongi might as well be nesting. 

Your hair dries shiny and tangled, if not a little healthy looking. Seokjin’s hands itches; there is a brush in the bathroom. He wonders if Yoongi ever brushes your hair for you- that seems like the kind of thing you’d like done to you. He can already see your pupils dilated, omega space incoming if you’re not already completely settled into it.

In the other room. Seokjin can hear Jimin and Jungkook bickering over something and it chaffs against his ears. just a little. if he was next to them he’d kiss them quiet.

Yoongi tolerates your glancing back and forth between seokjin and the open door for a few more seconds before he leans in low, balancing with one hand over the nest to kiss your forehead. Seokjin watches fidling with his cosmetics bag, He hears Yoongi’s hushed words, “go on. Ask him sweetheart.”

“Ask me what?” You let out a whine and bury your face in your pillow, effectively hiding from Jin and Yoongi's words, squirming a little under their gazes. 

The beta sighs but it’s all-fond, Seokjin knows what it feels like to drop into that warm puddle before bed when your instincts are at your strongest, to let your brain melt away to something tender and cloud soft. He can’t imagine that it makes you particularly verbal given your usual proclivities. 

Yoongi juts his chin in the direction of the nest once, cocking his head at Jin with a playful smile. Yoongi only gets this way when he’s tired, playful and a little flirty. you don’t seem to mind, in fact, it seems like yoongi is breaking you down to the place you need to be at before you sleep. 

It hits him then, what you’re asking- “Oh- oh.”

Something stirs in Seokjin's stomach, something that feels too possessive to be safe- especially to have those feelings for you. Warm and gooey but undeniably hungry. “You want me to sit in your pretty nest don’t you sweetheart?”

Your answering shiver and bright eyes as you nod are enough consent for him, you parrot back his words, “pretty?” and seokjin- seokjin is about to pounce on you for that, how tentative you are. 

“Yes, you did such a good job with it, looks so nice.” Seokjin called your nest pretty- the omega that you've progressively started to look up to more and more over the last few weeks- called it pretty. Your chest heaves with a shakey breath. 

“In?” you ask, so quietly, scooting over to make space for him. 

Yoongi watches the way Seokjin’s tenseness instantly eases when he gets inside the carefully constructed border, careful not to disrupt it. The purr shocks him so much that he clamps a hand over his mouth in surprise. A completely involuntary reaction. 

Seokjin is not the kind of person who purrs in another omegas nest (not that he finds himself in a nest that’s not his and Jungkook’s often). But because purrs are as much a vocalization of comfort as they are a claim. This is my safe space, a purr says. Mine.

he’s just about to apologize for being rude, but before he can you grab the hand over his mouth, not hard, just bringing yours up to thumb at the scent gland at his wrist. Sending a zing up his arm to his chest, making his scent fluff out happy cream with no hint of the wet puppy, the first time it’s been undisturbed all day.

It surprises Jin so much even more when you lift it away to drag it across the border, and- oh- now the nest smells like both of you. 

Seokjin’s never done this with another omega but Jungkook. Seokjin can’t stop himself- the rest of the nest might be completely perfect not a blanket to fluff or a pillow to adjust, but the distance between the two of you isn’t. You flop over, his hands curling on your back to hold you. The urge to move your body against his almost frantic. get you closer. jin dosen’t realize what he’s doing when he moves your legs, slings them over his own, until he’s looking down at you, hair sprawled across the pillows, fingers curling. 

“Sorry- sorry I don’t know what came over me it’s just-”

Yoongi touches his shoulders- for a moment Jin almost forgot he was there. and its then that Jin realizes you’re nuzzling into him too- nose pressed against his scent gland, taking deep lungful’s of air, gasping. “Jinnie- do not apologize.” 

Yoongi is so rarely forceful with their oldest, and now, it keeps Jinnie purring, the noise building, unrepentant in his throat. Your’s joins in after a moment, an octave higher.

At that moment, Tae calls from the other room. Hushed like the others are at least partially asleep. “Jin? You coming?” Seokjin looks from you to Yoongi, every pup has already been forehead kissed for the evening, and your nest- it calls to him. 

Leaving it now would set itch under his skin and Jin- as much as his pack are in the other room- Jin doesn't want to leave. 

Your hands tighten around him, like you’re worried of him leaving, your purr cuts off into a whine and you pull yourself impossibly closer to him. looking up at him with wide pleading eyes. Your lips in a cute pout.

Seokjin swallows a bated breath. “Actually I’m cozy in here.” 

The pack calls out there I love you’s and goodnights, to Yoongi, Jin, and you, though you’re exempt from the I love you’s- mostly- the way Jimin hovers at the end of his sentence gives you pause. But you all let the moment pass, let yoongi get up and shut off the light, seeing as you and Jin couldn't remove yourselves from the nest or each other if you tried. 

He’s surprised, or maybe he should be less shocked, when his eyes start stinging. It’s not an unhappy cry that he blinks away, but at thankful one. you and jin remain blissfully unaware. but yoongi, yoongi looks down at the two of you and just- a part of him thats been hurting- for a while- heals, just a little bit. 

Here, they love you too. I told you they would. Even if they can’t say it yet. This is all yoongi’s ever wanted for you, a life so thick with love that there was room for little else. He couldn’t give you that, not on his own. 

Yoongi smiles down at the two of you as you pull Seokjin impossibly closer, underneath the two or three duvets that you use as covers. seokjin helps pull them over the two of you.

Yoongi puts the air con on and it instantly makes the room colder- perfect for cuddling. Your body and your feet are warm as you press them to Jin’s ankles. Struggling under his arms. The nesting instinct doesn't only apply to things, your own body isn't exempt from it and you struggle to find the perfect position to alleviate the itch.

And then yoongi gets in the bed, and you and seokjin both man handle him into the right position. He laughs, deep and gravely, thick with a little emotion, but you don’t mind- he smells so happy. You all do. Seokjin thinks he’s found the right position until you whine, strong arming your way in-between the two of them. He settles.

Seokjin has always smelled so good- so safe and warm. He’s hotter under your fingers. His body is firm and soft in all the right places. 

Oh- there’s so much hair- he forgot how girls were. He noses through it- smelling your shampoo. Seokjin hadn’t dated many people before Yoongi- but there had been a female alpha pair that tried to court him early in college. He forgot how it kind of gets everywhere, in his mouth even.

“Thank you,” he murmurs when the sounds in the house have gone quiet. It will take a while to get used to all the creeks and squeaks, but Seokjin already lets it fade to the back round in favor of listening to your deep breathes, Yoongi’s too. 

It’s been months since he and Yoongi slept in the same bed too, since Jin saw his cheek pillow and his hands tuck themselves under his sheets. Jin is used to the way that Yoongi sleeps by now, is used to setting his body up to fit around the beta. 

He’s too much of a coward to ask you to switch places so he can cuddle the both of you equally. All of you vie for the middle spot, but you win out (it’s no mystery why, when Seokjin and Yoongi share a soft look over your head).

You leave the doors open between your room and theirs so you can still smell each other, Jin’s nostrils flare, soothed to the point where he can smell each of his pack mates, but not so sensitive that all he can smell is sadness. Though all the lights are off, if Jin squints he can see your face. Jin’s heart rate slows as you nuzzle closer. Scenting him quietly, movements slowing, as you get more and more sleepy.

“It’s okay.” In the safeness of the darkness, you don’t mind getting closer or talking, just a tiny bit. Especially because you know he can’t see your face. The closeness you have now settles something within you, fulfilling the near frantic urge you have to get closer to the pack omega. You don’t know what's come over you only that you just- want him closer. Can’t seem to get your bodies aligned right. 

Yoongi huffs a laugh behind you and oh fuck- if you only had two pairs of arms you’d be able to hold them both properly. You’ve never cuddled with two people at the same time before and being in the middle between the two of them makes you feel so safe and boxed in.

Yoongi’s fingers find the nape of your neck and you go absolutely boneless. “It’s been a long day.” Yoongi comments from behind you. On your other side doing something with his hands that turns you into a boneless lump against Seokjin’s chest.

Seokjin strokes down your back, lingering around your waist. His hands feel so big on you; he kind of loves the feeling. “You’re so- cute. My cutest pup in the cutest nest imaginable.“

You shift against him, giggling softly, seokjin can feel the way your diaphragm twitches, “really?” Seokjin nuzzles against your hairline. 

“Don’t tell the others.” But yes, every part of you is cute, you tentatively wrap your arms around him, hands hovering on his shoulders, so broad, your hands barely cover any sizable bit of his skin. If you where a cat, you’d have tiny tiny paws.

“If I’m babying you too much- if I’m touching you too much, please let me know.” Seokjin would never want you to feel like you where belittled, doted on and treasured, yes- but not dismissed.

You hum thoughtfully,  Seokjin’s fingers stroke over your lower back, soothing. It feels strange to have his fingers thumbing across you. You realize why it feels weird after a second, the way Seokjin touches you is the same way that Yoongi likes to be touched. You wonder if either of them realizes it. That love has shaped the way they touch. You don’t think they know.

 “Don’t mind it- like it- it makes me feel taken care of-“ you tuck yourself down, more eye level with Seokjin’s chest, head-butting his sternum. Your next words are muffled. “like feeling small.”

Seokjin continues to touch, and you keep purring. Seokjin makes pointed eye contact with Yoongi, and the beta leans forward, balancing on one arm, to dot a kiss on his cheek. You hear the smack of lips against skin. 

But then Seokjin’s hands pause, just above your waistband. Your shirt is still tucked down, so he hasn’t touched your bare skin, not yet. But he feels something- under your shirt. Something ridged that are not seams or the knobs of your spine.

You stiffen when he stills- you know what he's felt, know because Yoongi’s told you he can feel them under your clothes before- the scars. 

You pull back a little, to look at Seokjin's face, he's tired, but suddenly more awake because- he’s found something that shouldn’t be there- a loop hole or a glitch, a wrinkle in time and something on your skin that doesn’t belong.

"Are those..." he doesn't dare finish his sentence. Curse his own observance, because the soft light in your eyes suddenly disappears, leaving only darkness. And you pull yourself back- though not for long.

You still feel safe, safe enough between the two of them even with Seokjin’s face breaking into an expression of horror that you know so well- you’ve seen it on Yoongi’s face countless times. You could lie to Jin or you could say it’s nothing but somehow; you think practicing honesty might be what you both need right now.

"They’re scars." 

Yoongi makes a displeased noise as you pull away. Backing up into him. Your bed is only a king, it's still a little cramped with three people. Yoongi does not get pushed back off the bed like he fears.

You swallow, words quiet but still- it’s just Jin. He’s in your nest it’s safe, safe like buttercream frosting and patterned Band-Aids. Like the soft moment between when you wake and wake slowly. There is enough room for the truth here.

"I'll show you if you want."

Seokjin Swallows thickly and nods. Yoongi turns back on the light and you pull yourself onto your knees, turning, and untucking your shirt from its waistband. Wrenching it up so that Jin can see. Holding it underneath your chest

The first thing he notices is how your ribs catch the light, shadowing enough that he can see them without having to feel them, and then Yoongi moves out of the way and the light falls across your lower back.

He can’t tell how deep they might have gone, at least not at first, not until he touches them so softly with his fingertips, not as rough as Yoongi’s but still there. Touches them like he’s worried the memories of pain- of getting those scars will come back if he touches you too hard. 

Seokjin is ashamed to admit it, but his first reaction to seeing them- the word written across your back in scars, is revulsion- but not thankfully directed at you.

Until then, part of Seokjin believed that your abuse was just run of the mill emotional abuse. But not- not this, not this kind of thing, that leaves deep physical marks and even deeper emotional scars.

Seokjin meditates his smell back into the milk scent, because he will not make your nest smell like his displeasure on a night like this.

Your burn from nearly three weeks ago is completely scabbed over, healing and pink on your forearms. Soon it will join the patchwork of scars that litter your body. The ones on your lower back are the exact opposite of healed, pink, deep.

“Holy shit-“ Seokjin traces the word, lightly with the tip of his finger. The scar is so- noticeable, ropy and thick. He almost would think it's a brand if it wasn't for their tapered ends. Even in the half-light, he can perfectly make it out. ‘Worthless’ scrawled across your back. The s’s are the messiest, Seokjin’s fingers hover over them, and now they seem torn into your skin rather than cut.

Now that he’s seen this, He’s worried about what might be on the rest of your body. You notice what he fixates on. The last bit of your scar- maybe one of the worst wounds on your body. His fingers still. 

“The end was the worst, by then, he was so angry and drunk that he had to try a few times to get it right. the knife was dull too- and that didn’t help.”

Seokjin can’t fucking breathe. Especially not when you retuck your shirt back into your pants. Turn back over, not to Jin, but to bury yourself in Yoongi’s chest. Yoongi and Jin share a devastated look. You say it so blankly- like it hardly matters to you anymore.

Seokjin’s hands continue Their petting up and down your back. especially once Yoongi maneuvers you back into your last position sprawled out on the covers. You relax but not into the happy bonelessness you had before but into a touch starved listlessness that seokjin’s seen in hobi more times than he can count. 

He keeps touching you trying to push it back, But there’s something wrong. You shiver, a little violently, and Jin pauses. Yoongi’s hands stop their gripping, and he grabs Jin’s in his, gently.

“You’re doing it too lightly, that’s the issue, a little firmer and a little slower- there you go” Yoongi guides Jin's hands, shows him the kind of pressure that you like. Not a scratch but certainly a firmer touch. Yoongi knows makes you feel better. Yoongi has learned that too light of touches only make you feel more nervous and jumpy, unsure where his hands are going.

He’s slowly beginning to be able to read your body language, you fiddling with the front of his shirt means that you’re okay with the distance between the two of you, and the listless restless way you hold your body means he’s too far away.

“It’s a good thing you’ve got Yoongi to translate,” Jin swallows. “ I swear it’s like you’re in each other's heads sometimes.” 

Seokjin might just be sleepy; he might just be overestimating things. But he swears for a second before Yoongi replies with a deep chuckle that both of you freeze.

Yoongi is the first one to regain his easy air. “You just have to pay attention hyung, I’ll show you.” Because one-way of loving doesn’t fit one person perfectly. You’re all a little different.

I’ll show you, and show them Yoongi will- he’ll show them how to love you, every right touch, and every perfect way of kissing. Even if you don’t know it yet- you might need Yoongi to show them- you’re so- so delicate. So easy to break or make afraid. And though they'd never willingly or purposefully make you uncomfortable, they just might accidentally.

You need the slow steady pull of Jin’s hands over your back- doing what can only be called petting. He trips your hair, carefully lying it up above your head so that he can work his fingers along your neck is smooth easy patterns. 

 Seokjin presses his face to the back of your hair, flyways be dammed, you shiver at the kiss, but this one isn’t a bad shiver, but a good one. He hides his tears in your hair. God this- how did Yoongi handle all of this alone. 

For the first time- Seokjin truly understands why Yoongi couldn’t walk away, couldn’t come back to them after having seen you like this. seokjin can’t imagine having to have watched you suffer through this just like he can’t imagine you having to handle this on your own without a packmate in sight. From what he knows, you’d have had to had those scars before yoongi came to you. 

“You don’t believe that? Do you?” 

You shrug and don't answer right away. Seokjin doesn't like that, doesn’t like that at all, his distress mounting by the second when he realizes… your answer must not be one you think he wants to hear- and no- that just won’t do. "Hey, would you look at me for a second?" you pause, and turn around,

"I know it probably doesn’t make much of a difference but you're not worthless to us- you’re not worthless to me. I- I’m so sorry that that happened to you, you didn’t deserve it, you're not anything and everything that he ever told you where."

You fiddle with the front of his shirt, not responding. Seokjin could argue, could repeat the words again, but he's beginning to realize they might not be helpful. he’s looking for a response that you can’t give- yet. The only way to rewire the way your brain thinks is with slow and careful loving, days and days of it, months. 

And though Jin knows Yoongi’s already been putting in the work, You have more people who love you now. And one of them is right in front of you. “I know-“ you finally get out, “it’s just hard.” 

“It’s okay pup, I understand. I’ll always listen if that makes you feel better.”

You squirm, frustrated but with yourself not them. Your words fail you, but Seokjin and Yoongi don’t. Seokjin pulls himself closer. Running his hands down your back, tracing slowly but firmly over every curve and crevice of your spine.

He does not touch your scar, worried about how sensitive you might be. But Yoongi does, gripping your hips and pulling you back against him, shoving one of his thighs between your legs, not in a sexual way. Yoongi knows you like to be manhandled. Pulled snug and doll like against his chest, a willing puppet to be loved and touched, truly at ease. 

Seokjin practically feels you sink into the mattress. You whine, turning and pressing yourself back into his arms. yoongi’s arms encircle your stomach as jin presses his smile into your shoulder. Some bright things do not deserve to be touched by shadows- and Seokjin’s smile feels like it could practically conjure daylight. 

He presses his smile into your shoulder, and then into your cheek, and when he opens his eyes he’s staring down at your lips, parted and eyes upturned. 

 In the darkness Seokjin swears he sees your eyes flicker down to his lips. He’s never felt surer of something in his life when he realizes oh- she could want to kiss you. Do you want to Jinnie? Do you want to get your lips all aligned? would your skin taste sweet? Would it feel as plush as your body does pressed so close to his?

He gently, and delicately slides his hands under your shirt, on your hips just hovering, pulling you a little closer. Close enough that your lips are just barely almost touching. “Is this okay?” he asks, thumbs working on your hip bones.  and you nod imperceptibly eyelids and long lashes fluttering. And Jin is close enough that he can feel when you swallow. Feel the supple swell of your chest when you breath and it presses against his.

“Tell me no, if you don’t want me too please tell me no.” 

You look up at him, eyes that flicker down to his lips and then back up to his eyes. You can’t think that he’ll be anything other than gentle. You nod, slowly.

“Then how about this?” you’re not sure who moves first- if its jin or you. but Seokjin’s lips are so soft- so soft as they press so gently against yours. You nearly gasp but Jin lets you breathe, your body is humming, vibrating with energy, Jin’s nostrils flare as your scent fills the room, sweet sweet and getting sweeter.

You break apart, lips parted and pink. Jin could make them chapped if you let him. 

Your body is so warm under his hands, hot even. Like he’s thrown you into a pseudo heat. Your eyelashes flutter again and Jin glimpses Yoongi’s fingers, threaded through your hair and scratching over your scalp. You nod, and you press your forehead against his throat.

You let out a whine and Yoongi and Jin explain a wordless look. Yoongi grins, and Jin takes it as permission to egg you on. “Use your words pup,” in the darkness, Seokjin sees your mouth move around the word, pup.

“Just- gives me a second. Need- needa-calm down.” Looking over your head, Jin makes eye contact with Yoongi. He’d never tell you. But at the moment, Yoongi looks proud enough to cry.

You stay close like that, however unintentionally falling asleep after your first goodnight kiss of many- so so many. There will be many nights that you end them this way, cuddled close. Finding a safe refuge in the presence of each other; a worthy home for your souls

When you wake in the morning you have to squirm your way out from Jin’s arms. You just need to pee, and then you’ll be back in bed, you promise.

But then your foot hits something soft and squishy and you fall to the ground with a shriek.

 Yoongi rolls out of bed, ready to go at the first sound of your squeal, almost stepping on Namjoon’s face. The air goes out of Namjoon stomach and he wakes coughing. Spluttering and thumping against the floor. The noise wakes everyone and before you know it Jimin is running through your door, trailing a blanket, nearly hitting the doorframe. “What wrong what’s-“

Jimin takes one look at you and Namjoon on the floor, Yoongi standing; looking down at Namjoon’s head between his heals. Jin sitting and up in bed, hair sticking up everywhere, Namjoon even has drool on his cheek from where his face was pressed against the hardwood floor.

“What the fuck are you doing on my bedroom floor!” shock is apparently enough to get you to speak in the morning, and even curse. And that’s more than Yoongi can hope for on the average morning even if this one did literally start on the wrong foot (literally).

Namjoon is red, bright red at being caught, he scratches the back of his neck, looking embarrassed “I just- it smelled so nice and I missed-“ you hold up a finger, and Jin has in in himself to be impressed at how effortlessly you command the pack alpha- a good thing too. If you’re going to be in their pack you’d have to learn sooner rather than later.

And Namjoon is equal parts chagrinned and ready to be reprimanded. nearly tucks his tail between his legs when you hiss your reply; “If you’re going to camp out at the foot of the bed like a dog you might as well get in the fucking nest.” You spit, frustrated and grumpy at being woken up like this, rubbing your bottom.

One moment you're rubbing your bottom and the next you stare wide-eyed. Realizing what you’ve said and who you’ve said it too. 

Namjoon blinks, Yoongi blinks, and after a second Seokjin booms out a laugh, the others join in. “Well- you heard her- get in Joonie-”

And that’s how the rest of your love story starts.

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but what you don’t know is that there is something that threatens your peace.  however slight, In that little coffee shop that once housed Yoongi and Jin so many years ago when they where on the precipice of everything- who now sit safely in the confines of the nest that you’ve so carefully constructed. 

Safe- but maybe not for long.

The inside of the coffee shop across town is as dusty as it is grimy, a layer of dirt and grease from years of pastries and grubby hands. More than a few coffee rings too. It’s just after the morning business rush and just before the college kids and high schoolers pull themselves out of bed. 

The middle of a shift change. The same youth from the other night, blond hair, chubby cheeks- too young to work in a place like this, too young to be apart of a gang either- but he was born into the family, similarly to Yoongi. sometimes, life just happens and you’re moving drugs for the largest organized crime family in the northeast- before you’ve even applied for college.

The youth isn’t a big player, a third cousin and so far removed from the family that he only loosely can call himself a member. They switch out for shifts- finally trading places with the man he works for, a brother or a cousin of someone in the mob, not a main player not by far. They both occupy similar spots in the hierarchy.  

it feels foolish but the youth had been so proud of himself for doing something grown up, helping the gang operate. it’s foolish and youthful, Because mafia families aren’t the way they are in fiction. the reality is far more dangerous. 

Something has been weighing on him, as he shifts, gathering his books and things before he leaves. He’s spent every hour between when he saw you and Hoseok thinking, wondering if he should- if it's any of his business- if he’s right to make this call.

He stops his boss on his way out. Grabbing his shoulder in a too familiar way that is rightfully shoved off. “What is it boy? did someone throw up in the bathroom again?” unfortunately thats more than a usual predicament, Being so close to the bars they get more than a few drunks through the night.

His boss is the kind of person who you don’t bother unless absolutely necessary, the one you’re supposed to call only when all hell is breaking loose. These kinds of people aren’t the ones you interrupt on a business day unless you have something to show for it.

“You know the pack you told me to keep an eye on?” thats a pitiful comparison to the truth. The small booklets of faces and names complete with a few bullets of information that he was privy too, the people the gang keeps tabs on, the important and dangerous ones. 

“Two of them came in night before last, and I think-” His boss looks suddenly more interested in the boy, looking annoyed and worried as he fumbles over his words. 

“Spit it out”

“I think they said something I wasn’t supposed to hear.”

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—belated; bucky barnes

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x black!reader

word count: 4738

warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, sex, rough sex, anal sex, biting kink, choking kink, spanking, pain kink, vaginal fingering, mean bucky (my fave), ring kink cuz i love it when boys wear rings

squares filled: @buckybarnesbingo Y3: Birthdays ; @badthingshappenbingo Biting ; @star-spangled-bingo N1: Taking Charge

request: bucky barnes + "pay attention to me or i'll make you" + anal + choking + spanking + biting + pain

author note: it's been foreverrrrr! i'm so sorry! i had to work myself through a little slump! hopefully this makes up for the almost two months we've gone without a fic! this is story #2 for my 5k celebration, all fics will be tagged #5k...holy god. this was formatted in the beta text post editor on desktop, if anything looks weird, that's why :)

gif by @pedropcl ; line divider by @firefly-graphics

James Buchanan Barnes is possessive.

One of those massive hands around the back of your neck as you walk casually through the streets. Fingers wrapped around your wrist, or shoulder, or hip in a tight grip. He pulls you in close— right into his side as shopping bags hang from the tips of his metal fingers.

Bucky Barnes wants every man on the streets of Greece to know that you are his.

Not that you mind; quite the contrary. You just smile and giggle when he throws his heavy arm around your shoulders and hooks the crease of his arm right underneath your chin. Slip your hand into the back pocket of his loose dark jeans (giving that little tush of his a squeeze). Slink your arm around his little waist and breathe in his scent— heavy and woodsy— as the two of you stroll.

After all, he’s just as much yours as you are his.

All of his friends, Sam, Steve, Clint, all see the change in him. The little soft spot for you that blinds him entirely— turns him in a mushy puddle of emotions and puppies and rainbows. Very different from the Bucky they grew up with, but a Bucky that the three of them have come to enjoy. It’s a change of pace from the enforcer they know.

The two of you don’t talk about his work— in fact, it’s the reason why you’re in Greece to begin with. A late birthday present to make up for the fact that his “work” just happened to be the waiter at the restaurant he chose to take you to for your thirty second birthday. Come on babe, he chuckled as you scowled back at him over the rim of your wine glass, watching as he stained his white napkin red with his bloody knuckles, you know what they say, kill two birds with one stone… not funny?

Two weeks, two nonrefundable, open ended tickets, and five grand in bikinis, shorts, and shoes later, you’re getting some much needed Greek sun on your deep brown skin.

He’s even letting you call the shots for a change. Letting you wake him up at the ass crack of dawn to have breakfast— a spread of breads, cheeses and fruits on the balcony of your room as the sun rises. He doesn’t say a word as you drag him through the city, stopping at each little boutique and shoe store. Sits patiently as you try on every dress, every skirt, and every silk top in the entire country it seems.

Bucky even bit his lip as you gazed at engagement rings— hinting that princess cut is your favorite as you held your hand up into the natural sunlight as one adored your finger. Smiling over at him and wiggling your eyebrows all the while as he narrowed his eyes and plastered a fake smile on his face.

Today has been like all the others, a lazy day spent on the beach, a quick nap underneath an umbrella, a concoction of too much sun and too many margaritas going straight to your head. Now, you’re kinda sleepy and kinda drunk, but most importantly hungry— and Mykonos sounds like a great place for dinner. Despite Bucky’s objections (you’re too tired and too drunk to handle a ferry), you’re dressed in a cute little flowery sundress, him in an out-of-character white tank top, open pale blue and green striped button down and khaki chinos— you forbade him from bringing anything black— and you’re flip flops are slapping against the cobblestone street towards the ferry.

“Drop your attitude,” You say, glancing over your shoulder as he pays for your tickets, “You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, that excuse is wearing thin, girl.” You stumble a little with the motion of the ferry as you step onto it, having to grab onto the railing to steady yourself before Bucky grabs hold of your wrist, “Water only for the rest of the night.”

His voice is low and borderline threatening as he presses his lips right against your ear, and you know not to press him any further. You like to stick your toes right up against his line and that’s what irritates him most about you (always what he loves most), but you and he both know you’d never dare cross it.

Bucky pulls you behind him, hand around your wrist, that possessive trait rearing its head as male eyes fall on you as the two of you pass by. He finds an empty spot, away from the crowd, and plops down on the bench as you step up on the lower rung of the railing and stare out over the sea.

Within twenty or thirty minutes, the ferry pulls away from the dock and you can’t wipe the smile from your face. The sun sets off in the distance, the bright lights of the city turning into little pinpoints. Small droplets of the cool, salty water splashes up in your face as the wind and the ferry whips it up. You keep glancing down at the phone in your hand as you broadcast your current view to your instagram, laughing softly as hearts and emojis explode on your screen.

You lean forward, tilting your phone and smiling wide, waving into the camera before you shout out how much you love it here. The words are barely out of your mouth before an arm wraps around your middle, a wide, hard chest pressed into your back, “That’s enough,” he reaches with his metal arm, grabbing your phone, ending your live feed, “You’re too drunk to be hanging off the side like that.”

“I am not,” you struggle against him lightly as he sets you on your feet, “What is your problem?”

“I’m annoyed.”

“Well, duh. Why?”

He slips your phone into his pocket and crosses his arms over his chest, sharp blue eyes piercing into yours, “Pay attention to me,” he says low, eyes dropping down your body real slow as he drags his bottom lip between his teeth, “Or I’ll make you.”

So that’s what it’s about. Bucky Barnes feels neglected between all the shopping and beach days and margaritas. Jealousy is cute on him.

The words though, they strike you right to your core— feel them down to your bones. A hard swallow pushes through your throat as your lips part, big brown eyes softening as your breath starts to rush a little harder. You hate to admit— not really— you love this Bucky. This is work Bucky, a man you rarely get to see. Slightly scary, anger brimming just below the surface. Jaw tight, eyes hard, head tilted just a bit. He’s menacing, and it makes your lips twitch into a small smile.

Shrugging defiantly, you cross your arms over your chest, “You didn’t pay much attention to me on my birthday.”

“Not true.”

“Not true?” you nearly shout, eyes going wide, “I ate alone while you beat the hell outta our waiter behind the building! I had to wait two hours for my slice of cake!”

“How is that my fault?”

You scoff, “Oh, I dunno, maybe because our waiter was spitting out his teeth in the alley out back— all thanks to you.”

“I have to work. You know that.”

“Not,” you hiss, “On my fucking birthday.”

He knows he’s wrong for that shit, so he stands there, huffing quick before he cocks his head again and just blinks back at you— unamused. He won’t apologize, it’s just not in his nature, but his usual attempts to make you happy after he’s fucked up aren’t working; so he’s at a loss.

And you’re enjoying that. A little too much if you ask him.

But alas, it’s not fun to fight on vacation, and you have taken far too many liberties when it comes to his tolerance for attitude. It’s been fun— and you’re just drunk enough to push him one last time.

You move slow, walking right up to him, so close that each inhale pushes your tits into his body. The smirk quirked up on your lips grows as you peer up at him, eyes bouncing between his as you place your hands on his forearms still crossed over his chest.

Bucky lifts his eyebrow as you push up on your tiptoes and push your chin forward to bring your lips close to his, “And just how are you gonna make me pay attention to you, James?”

He inhales deep, pushes it out real slow as he tilts his head even further. A smile spreads on his face and you just know that this is the last thing his work sees before he rearranges the bones of their face. This is exactly why his clients pay him as well as they do.

Thick fingers are wrapped around your wrist again, nails digging into your skin as he starts to pull you behind him. He weaves you through bodies, you nearly having to jog to keep up with his strides. Laughter bubbles up in your chest, a little shriek escaping as he pulls you down some stairs to the lower level of the ferry. Once your feet hit the last step, Bucky whips you around his body, sending you spinning and laughing until you bounce into an old, rusty metal barrel.

The smell of salt fills your nose and lungs as you inhale, covering your face with your hands. Your skin is hot, lips slightly numb as you dissolve into laughter again. He’s right, you’re a little too drunk for this.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be down here.” You mumble, brushing your wild hair out of your face.

“I could give a fuck,” he answers, stepping up to you, grabbing your face in his hands, “You’ve been testing me the entire time we’ve been here all over some stupid shit.”

Another giggle pushes through your lips as you bat your eyes, “I wouldn’t dare, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky sucks his teeth as he drops his metal hand around your throat and squeezes gently, the rings on his fingers cool against your skin, “I was stupid, okay? But don’t put on that little innocent act, girl. You’re trying me, and I’ve had enough.”

A smile cracks onto your face, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You wrap both hands around his one wrist and slip them up his arm, feeling the soft metal as you continue to goad him, “You got some proof, big man?”

The tip of his black and gold thumb prods at your lip, pushes just inside. You wrap your tongue around it and suck gently, keeping your eyes on his all the while.

Bucky laughs, deep and earnestly, “Proof, she says. She needs proof.” He glances around before he spins you quick, facing you away from him as he lifts your dress to reveal your pink satin thong.

You squeal loud, pushing and slapping at his hand as he grabs a handful of your ass, “Bucky! There’s people!” you laugh, “Oh my god!”

“Keep your voice down,” he warns, wrapping his metal fingers around your throat again, “Understand?”

A jolt of electricity flashes through you as you wiggle in his grasp. He tightens his grip around your neck as you wrap your fingers around the edge of the barrel, swallowing hard.

“That requires an answer, honey.”

The chill in his voice, added with the slow circles and soft tickles of fingertips against the back of your naked thigh sends a pang through your belly, “I understand.”

He chuckles soft and with a quick peck on the cheek whispers, “Good girl.”

Bucky curls his left arm around your chest, hooking your chin in the crease of his arm as he grips your right shoulder. You grab on to it with both hands, out of instinct, eyes wide and skirting around for any signs of other human presence down here. Bucky turns, moving you with him to eye the steps quickly again before that flesh hand sweeps around to the front.

The soft material of your dress falls over his hand as he rubs your stomach— his rings catching and snagging your skin. That hand pushes downward, over your thighs, gripping and kneading the soft flesh before he grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it upward, exposing those expensive panties again.

“Bucky,” you hum, his name trembling on your lips with the vibrations of your excitement, “Baby.”

He rucks your dress right up— right up around your waist and pulls the slack behind you, pressing his body into yours to keep it in place. The dark stubble adorning his cheeks and chin cuts into the side of your face as he nuzzles in, humming to himself soft before he kisses the corner of your mouth.

Those fingertips start to trace the hem of your thong— slowly. Back and forth, back and forth. From hip to hip. Your eyes flutter. Fingers grip the soft black metal of his arm a little harder. Legs go to jelly as another hard swallow passes through your throat.

“Ain’t got all that mouth now, do you?” He whispers, fingers slipping just inside the silk of your panties to tease the delicate skin underneath.

When he slips his hand in— all the way in— cupping hot skin, fingers dancing between folds and teasing a wet slit, an influx of air fills your lungs. A gasp, small and clipped sounds in the back of your throat as his fingers start a rhythm. You melt into him, head resting on his shoulder as your hips push forward to meet greedy fingers.

A naughty finger pushes in quick, and then a second— all the way to the black and silver rings dressed on them. His arm tightens around your neck as he presses his lips right against your ear, “You need to apologize.”

He fucks his fingers into you, withdrawing slow, and then pushing back in— each time the edges of his rings stopping him from going deeper. You can’t help but purr as you continue to grip his arm with both of your hands.

“I don’t think—“

“All I want to hear,” his words clip yours, each one slow and drawn and deep, “Is I’m sorry for testing your patience. I won’t do it again.” He curls his fingers, the pads stroking that sweet little spongey spot, making you clamp your legs closed around his hand, “Let me hear you.”

You can’t. You won’t. Too stubborn and too drunk to give in to him, wanting to win just this once.

If there’s one thing James Buchanan Barnes does not like, it’s hesitation. It’s dangerous, he always says. You think too long, you get hurt. Predators don’t hesitate.

Well, you like being his prey.

Only a few seconds pass before Bucky tuts in your ear, seemingly disappointed in your obstinate behavior, but you both know it’s just the opposite. His cock pressing into your ass tells you so.

The fingers disappear. The arm choking you just right pulls away and your dress falls back around the middle of your thighs. You huff, wiping quick at your forehead and pushing your wild, curly hair out of your face again.

Your hands find your hips in irritation but he slaps them away quick as he sucks his teeth, “You must really want this spanking, girl. Keep it up.”

That you do— keep it up. Huffing again. Crossing your arms over your chest like a petulant child. Brown eyes cut back at him over your shoulder to find sharp blues already on you. A smirk on his face.

Metal fingers curl around the back of your neck, pushing you forward gently until your thighs press against the old metal barrel again.

“Lean forward, kitten.”

Voice as smooth as silk while you do so, gripping the rusted edges for balance. Your dress is yanked up again— rough this time— and twisted around his Vibranium hand. Then there’s warm, the warmth of skin against yours. Gentle brushes of fingers and a palm rubbing slow circles, then pinching and grabbing soft— prepping your skin for what’s to come.

He pauses for just a second, no doubt to scan your surroundings and then pulls his hand away. You lung forward with the slap he levels to your behind within a fraction of a second— the sound sharp and heavy.

There’s another, and then a third in quick succession before he’s massaging your skin again. Real soft and sweet. Tears burn at the back of your eyes at the sting that radiates through, all the way to your bones but the molten heat deep in your belly spreads like a fire. Each breath is hard and shaky, heart thumping against your chest but it’s so good.

Bucky switches to the other cheek, skilled fingers sweeping over your canvas of skin before he cracks you— one, two, three.

You squeal with each one. The thud of those heavy rings around his fingers send a quick, new shockwave every time, building on the one before it. The tips of your fingers go red from holding on to the rusty old barrel as tight as you are, but your brain? She’s fuzzy and warm, and drifting up into the clouds with each swift slap.

Bucky is a methodical man. Three for the right cheek, three for the left, three right in the middle. His hand sneaks around your hip, giving it a squeeze before it comes back around and drops to the inside of your thigh. Grabs the meat of it— digs his fingernails in just to hear you yelp. Cups your cunt in his palm, feeling the heat and the wet— makes him groan all low and dirty.

He bunches your hair in his hand, tugs you up by it. Spins you around to face him before hoisting you up and settling you on top of the barrel.

“You want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you?” He growls, ripping at the button and zipper of his jeans.

You just hum in response, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your arms over his shoulders.

Bucky grabs your chin, forcing it up before he squeezes your cheeks, “Huh? Answer me.”

Damp eyelashes flutter as hot air escapes from parted, hot lips. He leans in real close, cock pushing right at your slit and kisses you hard as he slips his arm around your waist. He breaks away quick, sloppy and loud before pecking your lips once, twice, three times again.

“You want me to fuck you, girl?”

The weight of his words are felt right down to your core, a shiver passing between the two of you. You let your heavy head fall back and your eyes close as Bucky nuzzles into the side of your face, his pretty white teeth skipping along your neck, nipping and nibbling.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whisper after mere seconds, finally submitting in this cat and mouse game, “Bucky, please.”

That’s all he needs— all he wants. For you to submit, after letting you have the reins for one day too long. He sinks into you slow, spreading you open with each inch, biting down into the side of your neck as he bottoms out. His teeth dig in a little deeper, a little harder as he starts to move, rocking back and forth almost succinct with the waves of the water.

You’re moving with him too, meeting each of his thrusts with your hips. You keep your legs tight around his waist, feet dangling and bouncing against the back of his thighs. A trail of hot kisses are pressed along your neck and down your shoulder before traipsing back up— teeth grazing along your jaw.

Long fingers skip up your side and between your bouncing tits to only wrap around your neck again. They squeeze, gently, as his pace starts to pick up, hips shoving harder and faster— that old barrel starting to scrape against the wood floor.

The force makes you louder, moaning with abandon as if the two of you are all alone on this little ferry. Bucky makes quick work of you, shoving metal fingers into your mouth— giving you something to suck on to keep you quiet.

“That’s a good girl.” he growls, voice gritty and low.

He’s punishing after that. Each snap of his hips thrusting you backward, the barrel you’re on top of tipping back and then slapping down on the floor. You yelp with each one, your mouth going slack around his digits as your hands fall to the edges of the barrel for some semblance of balance.

It’s obscene, the way you can hear your fuck. The wet of your cunt. The squeak of his cock plunging into tight, slick muscles. The heavy thud of his hips pounding into yours. The slap of your flip flops falling to the wood floor as he’s quite literally fucked them right off of your feet. It’s filthy— crude— and so very Bucky.

You’re back on your feet before you know it— before you realize it. Spun back around, Bucky’s hard chest and stomach pressed into your back. He grabs both of your hands and places them back on the barrel, his metal hand staying on top of yours, fingers gripping fingers.

Eager hips wiggle back into his as you hiss and sink your teeth into your bottom lip, groaning low. Your head drops when you feel his cock push through your ass cheeks— wet cockhead pressing against your hot rim.

He starts to fumble around behind you, each passing second making you more and more impatient. There’s a soft click, and then a light suction sound— something squeezing.

“Bucky,” you hiss, pushing back into him again, “Hur—”

The word breaks off right in the middle as he levels a quick smack against your hip— a warning. Then your ass cheeks are pulled apart, wet, slimy fingers sliding and prodding at your quivering rim. He brushes slow strokes, circling, pressing his fingers gently as he preps your little hole for what’s to come.

“What kind of freak brings lube to dinner?” you smile, gasping as he pinches the inside of your thigh.

You lurch forward when he grabs the back of your neck and yanks you back into him, lips right against your cheek, “The kinda freak that was gonna fuck you in an alley after dinner. Now shut that mouth.”

He’s pressing again, this time harder, his cockhead popping into you with force. You grunt with the initial intrusion, Bucky stopping his assault to allow you time to adjust to him— but that doesn’t last long. Your mouth goes slack again. Eyes slam shut, head falls forward as he slips in, deeper and deeper and deeper until his stomach is flush with your ass.

He wiggles— so you can feel him, feel him tickling the deepest part of you. Slaps at your ass again, quick, fingers glancing off your skin and leaving behind a hell of a sting. Then he’s fucking you again, slower this time, savoring the tight, glove-like hold your body provides.

Metal fingers grab at the hem of your dress again, tugging it up before they push back into your panties, finding a swollen, hot nub. Pinching and rubbing smooth circles against it, flicking and thrashing at the bundle of nerves before he shoves his fingers back into your cunt. They curl, those fingers, and pet your insides with surgical precision— only James Buchanan Barnes knows how to fuck you like this.

The heel of his palm slams against your clit as he fingers you rough and fucks your ass with gusto. Sleazy sounds gurgle up in your throat, the slapping of skin and the waves crashing against the side of the ferry, the rush of the wind filling your ears. Bucky pulls you flush against him and slithers his tongue just beneath your ear before his teeth grab a hold, tugging soft.

Teeth keep nipping— along your jaw, your cheeks, ears, neck. He fucks into you hard as he shoves his flesh hand into the neckline of your dress, gripping your tits. Pinching and kneading hard, thick nipples, mumbling sweet nothings all the while.

Your stomach churns, muscles tensing and flexing as synapses start to fire off in quick succession. Quick goosebumps pop up along your skin as your stomach tightens and you can taste it it’s so close. Bucky knows it, feels it as your walls constrict around his fingers, your asshole tightening around him. Vibranium fingers keep rubbing, keep fucking into your pussy hard, palm slapping against your clit, adding more and more pressure until the coil snaps.

It’s hard, and sudden— your body freezing as your orgasm consumes you. Bucky clamps a wet hand over your mouth as you mewl and bite into his palm, your hips thrusting forward with each wave of your release. He pulls his fingers from you to slap at your jumping clit, pressing the pads into it before he rubs quick little circles and then slaps at it again.

He drops his hand to your chin, yanking it up as you nearly cry, mewling and trembling with your release to kiss you hard and sloppy as you come. He kneads your tits with his mammoth hand as aftershocks flash through you, your used body jerking at random. Within seconds, there's a cloud of warmth in your ass. Rough grunts in your ear, growing louder with each spurt of his cock, your hot muscles milking him.

You let him use you, let him fill you up full of his silk. Grab his hands and lace your fingers with his as he empties long ribbons in you. Pull his arms around your waist and hold them there as he rides it out, his head falling to your shoulder. The two of you stand there, resting against that old barrel, breathing hard, skin sticky and balmy. Salt from the ocean in your nose.

Bucky’s the first to pull away, glancing back at the stairs before he pulls himself gingerly from you, leaving your body empty, a dribble of his come slipping out with him. He catches it with his fingers, drags them up the back of your thigh and between your ass cheeks before he shrugs out of his collared shirt and white tank top.

He cleans you up sweet with the tank top. Keeps his arm around your waist to steady you as he wipes at your thighs and your hot, sticky, puffy cunt, shushing you soft when you jump and whimper at the contact. He flings the messy tank top over the side of the ferry and rubs your hips and stomach real slow, murmuring into your ear all the while.

Diligent fingers then rearrange your thong— and cop a little feel, cupping your sensitive, swollen sex, giving it a little pinch so he can laugh when you shiver and squeak. Bucky pulls your dress, tugging lightly to get it back straight around your waist before smoothing it over your ass and thighs— even pulls at the top, making sure your tits are sitting pretty.

You can’t even open your eyes, overcome by alcohol and sleepiness and a post sex high. He fumbles with your fingers as your head lulls on his shoulder, a soft hum vibrating in your throat in your murky haze. Bucky lifts your arm by the elbow, sliding his hand up your forearm until he’s cupping your hand in his.

“Open your eyes, baby.” You groan in protest, causing a chuckle to rumble through his chest, “Come on.”

So you do. You always do whatever this man wants you to do— and there, right on your finger sits that big princess cut engagement ring you teased him with days before.

“How about we skip dinner and find a church, huh?” he whispers, kissing your cheek soft and sweet.

You glance at him over your shoulder, eyes wet as a smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth, “And if I say no?”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He laughs as you adjust in his arms, pushing up on your tiptoes to cup his handsome face and kiss him on those pretty pink lips, “Then I guess I’ll have to fuck some sense into that pretty mouth of yours, won’t I birthday girl?”

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