#poking him with a stick hey can you take a break from your job for like. 5 minutes. can i see your dog again please

[risingsunresistance]

Oh hey Dio’s in Skeppy’s new video!

BABE WAKE UP DEO HAS MADE HIS YEARLY APPEARACNE

#the fact that i see him on alpha more than i do on youtube or twitter is so funny to me kjfhdg #poking him with a stick hey can you take a break from your job for like. 5 minutes. can i see your dog again please #god i havent watched skeppy in a while. his video editing is. sensory overload JKJHFDG #i love him but i can only handle like. one video every three months #asks #dracolunae

[seungmoonandstars]

Kim Seungmin/gn!reader

wc: 1.3k

rating: fluff -`♡´- (contains some very light smut and teasing)

Post-first pitch Seungmin. I was going to get into heavier smut, but it just didn't seem necessary. Just wanted to write cute whiny Minnie and try to unblock my brain.

Thank you for the reblogs! 🤍🤍🤍

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Seungmin can’t sleep. He’s buzzing with adrenaline and leftover excitement —the afterglow of his trip to throw a first pitch at a major league baseball game. It’s happened and it’s done, and he still can’t believe he threw the ball right down the middle. No dirt, no accidental curve, no slip up on the mound.

He talked about it all night, and you listened happily until both of you finally dozed off.

“Hey…hey you up?” He turns over in bed and gently pokes your side, the spot he knows is ticklish.

But you don’t stir, so he whines a little. “I can’t sleeeeep.”

You grumble and roll onto your back. “Huh…what’s wrong pup? It’s so early.”

“I can’t get back to sleep”

“Do you want some coffee? Are you hungry?” You pick up your phone and look at the time, then to the window to see some faint morning light starting to show in the sky.

“No, I wanna pitch some more,” now he flips onto his back, shaking the bed, and mimics a throw toward the ceiling.

“Mmm yeah, you did a great job. I thought you had a headache.”

“I feel better. Will you be my catcher?”

Your eyes pop open and stare at him. The grin on his face is undeniable—cute, sincere, so eager. There is no such thing as saying no to Kim Seungmin when he gives you those eyes. But…

“I would love to be your catcher…but there’s nowhere to do it. We can’t do it in the apartment unless we wanna break something. And I think it’s raining.”

“No, it stopped! Let’s go out, just for a few minutes…just a few throws.”

“Okay, give me a minute to finish waking up”

“I’ll make coffee when we come back in”

—

It’s nice outside. Not warm, but not too chilly. The smell of rain is still in the air, and it feels like more is coming. Best of all, it’s quiet and empty—it doesn’t feel like there are any prying eyes. You watch as he flexes his gloved hand open and closed, tosses the ball (not the one he threw hours ago, but an older, more loved one) into the air and back into his bare palm.

“Are you ready?” He peeks back at you from his pretend pitchers mound and smiles.

“Yes. Don’t do a splitter, I’ll miss it.”

“No splitters.” He readies himself and winds up, and it happens so fast you’re surprised you have time to react. It’s way too early for this.

“Oh, good catch! I taught you well.” He holds up his glove and waits for your return throw.

The sun is mostly up, but it’s so overcast it might as well be twilight. Still, you can see Seungmin’s big smile glowing at you from this distance. He hops on the balls of his feet a few times while he waits for you to get ready.

“How does your shoulder feel from all the practice yesterday?”

“Not bad,” he throws you another, slightly harder pitch, but you catch it. “Throw me a good one.”

Seungmin catches your attempt at a ‘good one’, but he has to jump forward a few steps to get there. “I’m still stiff from sleeping, I guess.” He rolls his shoulder and shakes his arm a few times.

“You’re what?” You giggle and stick your tongue out, "you’re stiff? That sounds nice..."

“Dirty mind,” he smiles at you and licks his lips, and now your eyes drop and watch his sweatpants as he takes a few more steps toward you. "Come on."

“Come? What do you want me to come on?”

The look he gives you is a bad attempt at being annoyed. His giggle floats all the way over to you with his pitch, and the throw this time is soft…a little high. When you look back up from your glove he’s already splitting the space between you in two, grinning stupidly, biting his lip.

“We’re done already?”

He grabs your hand without a word and pulls toward the entrance… "we could just do it out here, ya know" …into the elevator, still silent as it slowly rises up and up to your floor. Your hand is squeezed tight in his warm grip, and he swings it a few times as the doors finally slide open.

It doesn’t take much to see he’s been on an adrenaline high for hours, even as he tried to sleep, and it was no fun not being able to go with him on his little trip—you felt lonely all day. But he’s home now, and he’s all yours again. And he’s definitely wide awake. Now you are, too. No coffee needed.

Still he doesn’t say anything, but he’s humming happily to himself.

“Minnie?”

“Yes love?”

The door closes behind him, and he’s all over you. Lips kissing and teeth biting, hands pulling at your sweatshirt, trying desperately to get it off. You pull away and do it for him, and you feel his hand run up your sides, under your shirt. It’s off and on the floor. His eyes move down your body, and slowly back up to your face. You know what he’s waiting for—Seungmin likes it when you undress him. He prefers it, actually.

Now you can see what’s going on in his pants, he can’t hide that. Before you go for his shirt, your hand slides down his front for a feel. Seungmin is ready to go, now, and you’re surprised he’s being so patient. You grab the hem of his shirt and lift, revealing his heaving chest and shoulders, and as you run your eyes over his neck and collarbone, he pulls his arms back and stretches.

A moment later you’re up and clinging to him, fingers clawing into his back. Then you’re on the kitchen table, legs wrapped around his hips. His dick, still tucked away in his sweats, pokes into you as he kisses your chest and neck, squeezes playfully at your thighs. It’s more forward of him than you’re used to.

“You are not fucking me on this kitchen table, Seungmin”

“Aw, whyyy?” He pulls you against him and stares hard, “please?” The puppy eyes again. Cute and sincere and so, so eager.

“The couch is right there”

“But you’re already on the table”

The warmth of his hand is on you, down your stomach, underneath your clothes, fingers teasing.

“Yeah, yeah I am…”

“Lay down,” he whispers.

“Ooh, you’re cute pup”

“Please”

You shake your head, “gonna have to make me.”

Seungmin swallows hard, and you watch as his eyes trace along your neck, and your chest. He rarely makes you do anything; he’s usually the one being made to do things, and he likes it that way.

“Make me…pleeaase?”

“Please?” He grips your thighs and pulls until you’re snug against him, cock pushing right where you need it to. “Uh…make you…hmm,” he starts, and you think he might do something, but he hesitates.

“Look at me”

His arms wrap around your waist and squeeze, and he looks. Eyes big and dark, cheeks blushed. Seungmin is too soft for this. He whines and throws his head back.

“C’mon big boy, make me”

“But…” Seungmin laughs, kisses your throat.

“What do you think about when you’re all riled up and horny and I’m not there to fix it?”

The sound of his breaths and needy whimpers is driving you crazy. You’re not sure how much longer you can keep going like this—all you have to do is stop teasing and take over—get him to the couch, fuck him until he begs you to make him come.

“You…taking care of me.” He says it so softly, so sweetly. “Making me feel good.”

It sends a shiver up your back and down your arms. "I wanna make you feel good.” Once again, denying him is useless. Seungmin is your prince; your sweet little pup. You will take care of him and give him what he needs, whether that means waking up at dawn…or this.

“Pick me up”

He grabs your hips and holds you close to him, but his eyes linger for one more long moment.

“Pick me up…and take me to bed”

#kim seungmin x reader #seungmin x reader #skz seungmin #sub!seungmin #sub seungmin #seungmin x you #kim seungmin x you #seungmin x y/n #kim seungmin x y/n #kim seungmin fluff #kim seungmin #kim seungmin fanfic

[bigification]

Inside Out - Elijah

"Fuck bro! I've been grindin forever and still can't break 220." Elijah said exhausted as he shared a cigar with buddy Mo.

"Have you tried bulkin, that's how you get the ladies." Mo responds

"Bro I bulked so hard this winter that I looked like a fatass and still couldn't get 220. And I gotta look good for summer, man. I can't be soft in front of the ladies."

"You should try this new thing they're callin inside out."

"Nah, I want to be all natural. Nothin but protein powder and hard work." Elijah said confidently while flexing his arms.

"I'm not talkin steroids, it's an app, just try it you won't regret it." Mo said as he put out his cigar and walked away.

Elijah spent the night thinking about what Mo had said, and finally gave in before going to sleep. He downloaded the app on his phone and booted it up.

"Welcome to Inside Out, where you can become your most authentic you!" Displayed across his screen. He pressed continue and felt a faint chill run down his spine. Though nothing happened, so he just shut off his phone and went to bed.

He woke the next day, intent on heading to the gym. Although he felt groggy, that wasn't going to stop him from his weight goal. He rolled out of bed and threw on his shorts, struggling a bit when pulling them around his ass. He put on his usual gym shirt, though it didn't seem as long as it used to. It used to be able to reach below his crotch and hid his morning wood, but now it barely reached the top of his crotch. It wasn't a big deal for him though because his bulge didn't seem as obvious as it usually did through his shorts.

He went through his normal morning routine, brushing his teeth, making a protein shake, and two eggs. Though two eggs didn't satisfy him like it usually did, so he ate 4, actually he ate 6. He then made another large protein shake before leaving. He thought it was weird how hungry he felt, but the thought of reaching 220 in the back of his mind told him it was okay to eat a bit more than usual.

He arrived at the gym and confidently strutted in with his chest puffed out, not noticing that the bottom of his belly poked out below his shirt. He went through his usual sets, ending up at the squat rack. He faced the mirror and began his squats, taking notice of how tight his shorts hugged his thighs. "Finally I'm starting to build muscle" Elijah thought, though it very obviously wasn't muscle that was filling out his shorts. He continued his squats until he noticed in the mirror, a couple guys looking at him. He thought it might be because of his impeccable technique, until they laughed and walked away. He quickly ended his set before realizing that his ass was showing above his shorts during the squat. He pulled up his shorts, struggling to get them past his crack.

He began walking to the bench press when he came across a girl doing squats. "Hey baby, I'll be done around here at 9 if ya need a warm bed to sleep in." Elijah called over. Though she just gave a disgusted look and ignored him, which was far from the blush and smile he usually got from his flirting. "Bitch." He whispered to himself as he walked away.

He reached the bench press, but there was already a guy there. He approached the guy and began to spot for him while he waited. Though Elijah didn't seem to notice that all the guy could see was the underside of his hairy belly as his shirt couldn't contain it anymore.

The guy finished his set and as he was about to leave, Elijah went in for a hand shake. "Good job bro!" Elijah said to the other man. In response, the man leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Thanks man, but maybe you should stick to the cardio section if you want that shirt to actually fit you." The man gave a condescending wink and left.

"Asshole!" Elijah said under his breath. He turned to sit on the bench but caught a glimpse of his image in the mirror. He froze as he analyzed the warped copy of himself that stared back at him from the other side of the mirror. The double chin peaking below his shirt beard. The soft pecs that were pressing against his tiny looking shirt. The hairy belly that hung out under his shirt. The plump limbs that were nearly ripping through his clothes. He saw the full extent of his fatass body.

In embarrassment, he ran to the men's change room. He tried holding his fat in place as he did so because he could feel his pecs and his gut bouncing with every step. He got into the change room and threw off his clothes, finally feeling free from their constraint. He looked at his naked body in the mirror as it continued to grow. He was covered in sweat just from the short run to the change room. The sweat soaked the thick pelt of hair that covered his body. He flexed his massive arms in the mirror, watching the fat droop below his biceps. He cupped his man tits in his thick hands and rubbed his large sensitive nipples. He let out a moan at the intense pleasure that courses through his body. He played around with his massive gut, picking it up and letting drop and bounce. He turned sideways and looked at the s shape his gut and fat ass made. He felt a poking feeling in the bottom of his belly and reached around his gut to investigate. He felt his hard dick poking into his gut, though something wasn't right. He was fully hard but his dick was only 3 inches long, a far cry from the monster he sported before. It only made it worse the pad of fat that developed in his crotch had swallowed half of his dick, making it look even shorter. Though the thought of that only made him hornier.

He grabbed a towel and attempted to wrap it around his hulking body, though it was far from large enough to do so. He simply held the towel over his crotch and walked into the sauna.

He sat beside a middle aged man. A man that sat completely naked, making no effort to cover his round gut and sagging man tits. He also made no effort to hide his dick as it shot up the moment Elijah sat beside him. Elijah himself was desperately trying to hide his hard-on, though he couldn't tell whether that was from his own body, the man's body, or both.

A few silent moments after he sat down, he felt the warm feeling of the man's thigh pressing against his own. Soon the man's hand had wondered it's away over to Elijah and laid softly on his thigh. He shivered at the man's soft hands rubbing his thigh, feeling the man's ring drag along his sensitive skin. Soon enough, the man's hand made its way under Elijah's towel and wrapped around his dick.

"I've seen you 'round here before. How does a young fit man such as yourself end up here, like this?" The man breaks the silence.

Elijah glances over, distracted by the pleasure coursing through his body. He looks down at the man's bloated gut and soft tits, then looks back up at the man's face.

"I'm a dad, it's kind of our thing." The man says glancing at his gut. "That's my excuse, what's yours?"

"I love the feeling of the fat engulfing my body." Elijah responds in between heavy breaths. It seemed to have gotten a reaction out of the man as his hand tightened its grip on Elijah's dick.

The man starts jerking himself off at the same time. They both started to moan as Elijah began to rub one hand over the man's body, and one hand over his own. It didn't take long for the man to shoot his load all over the floor of the sauna, and for Elijah to shoot his load all over his towel.

After a moment of silence between the two, Elijah spoke up. "You got any spare clothes I could wear home, mine.. ugh.." "Don't fit." The man responded, seeming to understand the situation. "Boy, my clothes stopped fitting you 100 pounds ago." The man said while slapping Elijah's belly. Elijah didn't understand for a moment, as the man was clearly fatter than he was. Though it didn't take long for it to click when Elijah looked down and saw a body fat more obese than the one he had walked into the sauna with. "Good luck boy, you might want to get out of here before you're too big to leave the sauna." The man said as he tossed his robe over to Elijah and left.

Elijah threw on the robe, unable to fully cover his crotch and far from being able to cover his gut. He strutted out of the sauna with his chest puffed out and fully away if the fact that his front side is completely naked. He grabbed a cigar from his bag and walked out to the outdoor pool. Confidently standing over all of the tiny men that sat around the pool. Imagine being under 350, he thought to himself.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Patch of Happiness

Pairing: John!Michael x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey can i request a archangel Michael x reader where Michael used young John Winchester vessel? Where the brothers find out that Michael have a sweet side that is only with reader despite the fact that she is half witch and half demon but is the most sweet and innocent girl that someone can meet and Michael just want to protect her from everything and the fact that she is pregnant with his baby so the baby would be a tribrid (angel demon witch) something crazy, powerful, and new? Just fluff and cuddling between Michael and reader and happy ending. 

Summary: You're trying to live your life and help others as much as you can while Michael is out doing what he does best. When two hunters fall into your lap, Michael realizes the danger of the situation and comes right home, ready to give up everything for the woman he loves.

Square Filled: nurse au (2020) for @spnfluffbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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“Hi, Gertrude. How are you doing today?” you greet your patient with a smile.

“Oh, just fine, dear. You know I love seeing your face but I hate being back here.”

“I know. You did a great job last time. The cancer has gone down a bit. The treatment is working.”

“Good. I’m glad,” she smiles.

“I am here to take some blood and be on my say. I don’t want to take up too much of your time.”

“You’re never a bother, dear.”

She puts out the same arm you’ve been using for the past year to take blood. She has been battling cancer for a long time and has been seeing you for treatment since the beginning. The best part about being a nurse is seeing patients grow and heal. Gertrude is on her way if she keeps up the treatments.

You grab the blue tourniquet and tighten it around her upper arm to constrict the flow of blood. It makes for an easy vein. You wipe an alcohol pad across her skin to sterilize it before poking at her skin to get her veins to show.

“You’ve been drinking water, right?”

“Eight glasses a day. My daughter makes sure I have it. I forget sometimes.”

“You have good veins. You’re doing everything right.” You grab the butterfly needle and she looks away before you stick her with the needle. She’s been doing this for a long time but seeing the needle enter her skin still makes her squeamish. “Alright, the needle is in, you can look now.”

“How have you and the baby been?” she asks with a smile.

You place your left hand on your growing stomach with a shy smile. When her blood is done filling one tube, you take it out and push in the next so that the second tube can be filled.

“He’s doing so good. Kicking a lot,” you chuckle.

“Awh, that’s good, dear. I’m glad to hear it. I remember having my first child. It seems like she never slept because all she would do is kick me.”

“Yeah, I’m glad he’s not much of a mover, especially when I’m sleeping. He must sense I need a break,” you wink. You get done filling all three tubes before taking the needle out and placing a cotton swab over the wound before tying it down with two pieces of skin tape. “Alright, I will be back in a little bit. You just relax.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she smiles.

You leave her room and head back to the nurses’ station where you package the blood correctly and have an intern rush this to the labs to get tested.

“So, when is Michael going to come by again?” one of your nurse friends, Jessica, asks. “We miss him.”

“You only miss his cookies,” you smirk.

“Maybe,” she shrugs with a smile. “I can’t help it. His cooking is so good.”

Whenever Michael does have time to come down, he always brings something he cooked for you to share with the other nurses. It’s his way of apologizing for never being around all the time.

“He’s busy with work,” you keep it vague. “I’m not sure when he’s gonna be back. All I know is that it’s soon.” You grab three more empty clean vials to take someone else’s blood who is next on your list. “Gotta go.”

You’re halfway to the patient’s room when you get a searing pain in your stomach. This kind of thing has happened before so you don’t want to alert anyone about premature labor or anything. You walk to the nearest bathroom and make sure it’s empty before leaning over the sink. You take three deep breaths and try to calm down in hopes it will ease your son’s worries.

“Baby, Mommy’s doing fine. I’m okay.”

That doesn’t seem to ease him so you look at your reflection and change the color of your eyes from their natural tint to pitch black. You use some of your magic to calm your son down which works once he feels the comforting aura. As soon as you know he’s not going to cause you any more pain, you turn your eyes back to their normal color and ease up on your magic.

“There you go, baby. See? Mommy’s fine.”

You’re half-demon and half-witch who doesn’t like to use powers unless you really have to. The only time you will is if a patient is in critical condition with no hope of survival. You have some healing abilities and try to help as many people as you can. You’re not as evil as a demon but you’re sweeter than a witch. Maybe that’s why Michael took to you many years ago.

You’re different than the others.

You leave the bathroom and continue with your shift, going from room to room to gather vitals, take blood, and check up on patients to get them anything they need. Once the clock strikes twelve, you take your badge and rush to the time clock.

“I’ll be back in thirty minutes!” you announce to your friends and clock out.

You’re on your way to grab a quick bite from the cafeteria when two men step foot into the hospital.

“Help, he needs help,” the taller one says.

“Are you okay?” you rush over without thinking you’re supposed to be taking your lunch. “What happened?”

“He’s been stabbed. I can’t seem to stop the bleeding.”

“Come here.” You take them to an empty room and lay the shorter one on the examination table to get a better look at what you're working with. You unbutton his shirt and see a deep ash on his abdomen. “Oh, yeah, they got you good. What happened?”

“I walked into a knife.”

“Accident,” the taller one says at the same time as the shorter one.

“He accidentally walked into a knife,” the taller one grounds out, giving the shorter one a weird look.

“Right. Let me get the doctor in here.”

You’re about to leave when the shorter one sits up.

“Sweetheart, I just need some stitches and I’ll be as good as new.”

“This is a stabbing. I need to get the doctor.”

“Alright, then I guess we’ll leave. Come on, Sammy.”

He tries to get off the table but you gently push him back down so he doesn’t go anywhere.

“You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” he smirks.

“Wait here,” you sigh and leave the room. You return with a kit that will help you stitch his skin back together. You open his shirt the rest of the way to clean the wound when you notice something on the left side of his chest. An anti-possession tattoo. “You’re hunters.”

“I mean, sure, we like to hunt animals here and there but nothing serious,” the tall one stutters.

“That’s not the kind of hunters I’m talking about, and you know it.” You dab the wound to clean it and the man hisses. “I know an anti-possession symbol when I see one.”

“How do you know about hunting?”

You look at both men and flash your eyes black to show them what you really are. They lean back in shock but you’re quick to ease their concerns.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” You change your eye color back to normal and continue to fix the man. “I’m half-demon anyway. Half-demon and half-witch.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Helping as many people as I can with the curse I’ve been given. I didn’t choose to be this way. I was born a witch, a full-fledged witch who was happy in her coven. My coven was ransacked by a group of demons who took a liking to me. Long story short, I was with them for five tortuous years when they finally put a blade in my heart. Well, I had created a serum I kept in my body, much like the hex bags Rowena kept in her body to keep herself from dying, and I was brought back to life. Only this time, I was half-demon. I don’t know how or why because I never saw those demons again. Now I just keep to myself and help out as many people as I can.”

You don’t tell them about Michael because you know he’d be pissed if you kept telling people about him. He’s very hated in the hunting community, so the more people know about him the more you and your son can be in danger. You’re not sure why because Michael is nothing but sweet, kind, and loving. He’s good but most people don’t see that.

“What about you two? What really happened here?”

“I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean. We were on a demon hunt not far from here when one of them stabbed my brother. I usually do the stitching but this seemed a bit too deep to just patch up.”

“Winchester?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve heard about you two. I never thought we’d meet. I tend to stay away from hunters.” You quickly fix Dean up and place a large cotton pad over the wound, securing it with skin tape. “I was on my way to get something to eat if you two want like to join me?”

“Sure,” Sam smiles.

You clean up the mess you made and escort the two brothers to the cafeteria. You and Dean get a hearty lunch while Sam gets something mild like a salad.

“Not to point out the obvious but I can see you’re pregnant.”

“Your point?” you ask and take a bite of your food.

“We’ve met a half-human, half-demon child before. He was too powerful for his own good.”

“Yeah, well, you haven’t met a witch-demon-angel tribrid before.”

Shit, you weren't supposed to tell them that an angel impregnated you.

“You got pregnant by an angel? Which one?” Dean asks.

“Doesn’t matter. I know what you’re going to say. Every child of an angel ends up motherless. They all die giving birth but not me. I am not going to let my child only know pictures and videos of me. I made a spell so powerful that I can draw from when I give birth. I don’t have to die.”

“Wow, I didn’t know that was possible.”

“Honestly, me either. It might not work. It’s all speculation at this point.” Your phone rings and you smile when you see who is calling. “Sorry, excuse me.” You answer it. “Hi, baby.”

“Darling, I’m sorry but it’s going to take a little bit longer until I can come home.”

“It’s okay, I get you’re busy.”

“I hate leaving you all alone without protection.”

“I don’t think that will be an issue. I met two hunters who I hear are the best. I just met them. Plus, I have my magic to protect me.”

“What hunters?”

“Sam and Dean Winchester.”

Michael’s ears ring at the mention of them. Panic envelops his entire body.

“Change of plans. I’m coming home right now.”

He hangs up abruptly and you pull the phone from your ear in confusion.

“That was weird,” you mutter. Since you stayed and helped Dean, your lunch break was cut down by fifteen minutes. “I have to get back to work. You can stay here and hang out if you want.”

“Sure, thanks,” Sam smiles. You leave the cafeteria to return back to work and Sam turns to his brother. “Are we staying?”

“She’s a demon/witch who got pregnant by an angel. Of course, we’re staying.”

Sam and Dean kept a close eye on you from a distance while you worked until your last break of the day. You don’t have to clock out for this one since it’s only fifteen minutes so you grab a granola bar to snack on and your tablet. You almost run into the brothers because you’re not watching where you’re going.

“Oh, hey! Have you been here the whole day?”

“Yeah, you know, just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“Thanks but I’m okay. I have a couple of more hours left before I get to go home. You don’t have to stay here.” You walk around them to find an empty on-call room when you spot your boyfriend standing at the nurse’s desk. “Michael!”

You run into his arms and kiss his cheek but he’s staring at Sam and Dean with a deadly look.

“You alright?”

Sam and Dean are floored at who you’ve just kissed because they know exactly who this is. Dean met him when he went back in time to meet his father. It’s like he’s staring at someone he used to know but he has to remind himself that the person in front of him isn’t a young John Winchester. It’s Michael, the archangel.

“You know him?” Sam asks.

“This is my boyfriend,” you grin.

“Can I talk to you two alone?” he says and kisses the top of your head. “I’ll be right back, darling.” He takes them to an empty room and allows them to go in first. “I don’t care what you want. You win. Take whatever you want. Just leave her alone.”

“You don’t even know what we want,” Dean says.

“I don’t care. I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll leave Heaven alone. Just don’t bring her into it.”

Sam and Dean look at each other before the younger one nods in agreement. They make some sort of deal where Michael leaves everyone alone and no one will come after you or your son before and after birth. Michael leaves the room twenty minutes later and brings you into his arms.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re leaving.”

“Now? I have two more hours of my shift.”

“Don’t worry about that. We need to go.”

“Where are we going?”

“Home,” he smiles down at you. “I’m not leaving you anymore.”

You’re his entire world and he’d give up everything to make sure you’re safe and sound, even giving up the throne.

“Let’s go home, then,” you smile back.

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[jamdoughnutmagician]

Paint It Black.

Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count:676

Summary:You show Eddie just how metal it is to paint your nails.

Warnings:Nothing, unless you count badly written fluff as a warning?

Authour’s Note:I guess I just wanted to write something cute and fluffy with Eddie since I don’t write fluff like this all too often? 

Eddie struggled to concentrate on his guitar, where he was supposed to be learning a new song for Corroded Coffin, however his attention had been completely diverted to where you were sat on his bedroom floor admiring your freshly dried manicured nails. You had painted your fingers in a vivid shade of red, an enticing colour that had certainly caught his eye.

 “Looks pretty, Sugar” he tells you from where he’s sat on bed.

“Thanks, Teddy” you beamed back at him. 

Eddie smiled back at you, hearing the pet name slip from your pretty lips. He’d swear he was a tough guy in front of all his friends, but one mention of the nickname from you and he was putty in your hands. 

You noticed how Eddie was still eyeing your freshly painted nails with curiosity. 

“Hey, Teddy..” you catch his attention, pulling from his thoughts.

“Yeah, Sugar?” he says, smiling your way.

“Do you want me to paint your nails too?” You offer.

“Are you sure? Isn’t that like..weird or whatever?” he worries, his eyebrows drawing together.

“Doesn’t have to be..anyway most of those metal rock stars you admire so much wear nail polish too” you chuckled.

“..Even Ozzy?” 

“Yes Eddie, even Ozzy” you assured him with a smile.

You see him go over it in his brain, his big brown hold an uncertain expression. You decide he needed an extra nudge. A little reassurance. 

“Come on Ed! Give me your hand! I can paint them and you can see how you like it, and if you really don’t like it we can take it off, no harm done!” 

“Alright then!” his lips spread into that cheeky smile that you’ve come to love so much.

You bring up a small bottle of Black nail polish from your little bag of nail polish colours.

“I think that this Black shade will be the perfect colour for you, Teddy” you say as you crack open the bottle.

You take his large hand in yours and begin swiping the dark polish across his fingertips.

“Stop fidgeting Eddie!! It’s gonna smudge!” you warned him.

“Okay okay! I’ll stay still, I promise, Sweetheart.” 

You finish painting his one hand before taking his other hand in yours. You start to paint the polish carefully over the nails of his other hand, making sure to give each nail an even coat of the black paint.

“Do you know you do that?” he chuckles.

“Do what?” you look back up at him, in the middle of painting his index finger.

“Stick your tongue out when you’re concentrating.” he tells you.

“I do not do that!” you defend.

“Babe, you just did it, right there. It’s okay..I think it’s cute”a slight giggle escapes his lips

 “Don’t make me laugh, Ed! I told you, you’re going to smudge my paint-job!” 

“Sorry, Sugar.” his big brown eyes soften as he looks at you.

You finish up, swiping the final coat of black polish over his pinky finger, grinning up at him.

“There we go! All finished! What do you think?” you ask with a smile.

He looks over his nails, examining them in great detail before breaking out into the biggest grin you’ve ever seen

“I love them babe! Looks super metal! Thank you so much!” 

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Eddie strolled into the cafeteria the next day, setting his lunch box down on the table amongst all the other members of Hellfire.

“You go to the salon to get them done or what?” Gareth jokes, poking fun at the dungeon master.

“My girl did them, got a problem with that Emerson?”

“I happen to think it looks very metal indeed.” you say smugly as you sit down next to Eddie.

Eddie glared down at Gareth, daring him to say anything about him or his girl.

“Yeah, no, totally, very metal.” Gareth agreed, backing down.

Eddie smiled at you. He would proudly wear his painted nails everyday, it was a reminder of the sweet gesture of you offering to paint them, and it warmed his heart.

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[countrymusiclover]

6. Job Revenge

Part 7

Texas Romance

@tyrionsprincess30

Georgie stepped inside the store I'm working at. He asked confused leaning his elbows on the counter. "What ya doin' here?" I tucked my hair behind my ear. "It's my job. What about you?"

Georgie shrugs his shoulders just as the backdoor opened to see my boss come out. "Memaw said she'd get me a job because Missy's baseball coach owns this place and-" I cut in finishing his sentence. "They're dating."

My boss chimed in making me freeze in place making Georgie confused because he takes my hand in his. "So you're the Cooper boy?" Georgie shakes his hand. "Yes sir, Georgie." My boss hired him and now we work together at the store. I basically just stocked things because I didn't feel comfortable with the cash register yet. Georgie was good at selling things to people and he told me about how he worked in a tire shop for a little while.

Weeks later our boss Dale came over to Georgie as I finished eating some fries from our lunch break. Georgie took a fry from my bag and I poked him jokingly. "Hey that's mine". Dale smiles at us, thankfully we weren't that couple that couldn't work with the person we're dating.

He called out to us causing me to shove the rest of the fries in my mouth and throw the bag in the trash - we weren't allowed to eat or drink in the store. Georgie chuckled noticing two fries sticking out of my mouth making me look like a walrus. "Hey Georgie y/n, I was thinking of taking your memaw away for the weekend."

Georgie joked. "Ok you have my blessing. Oh and a one second-" He faces me clapping his hands together and making the sound of a walrus. I did it with him but I caught the fries when they fell out of my mouth and ate them quickly seeing our boss. I laughed with Georgie before rubbing my neck nervously. "Um sorry sir"

Dale grinned not fazed. "I was wondering if you and y/n could watch the store while I'm gone."

I gasped looking at Georgie who asks happy. "You're saying we're the managers?"

Dale looks to me directly knowing I'll take this a little more seriously than him. "No I'm saying that I want you to look after the store will I'm gone."

Georgie smirked at me as I crossed my arms over my chest. Dale questioned. "Do you think you can handle it?"

I nod my head with Georgie's reply. "I will make you proud...can I fire people?"

Dale said. "No."

Georgie asked again. "Can me and y/n get payed more?"

I put a hand over my face playfully shaking my head and trying to stop him from annoying our boss. "No."

Georgie sighed looking to our boss than to me and I actually agreed with what he asked. "Can I at least change the music we play here?"

Dale pouted my way. "What's wrong with the music we play here?"

I trailed off playing with my fingers. "Well...it's um...nothing" Georgie says it clearly out in the open. "It's grandpa music."

Dale didn't really understand why. "How is it grandpa music?"

I tried to ease in the reasoning. "Do you listen to it, sir?" He shakes his head yes.

Georgie continues. "Do you have grandchildren?" Dale said. "yeah."

Georgie tilts his head to the side a bit. "You see where we're going with this" Dale looks at us shocked but nods his head okay.

Later that day we were left in charge in of the store. I wore a light green shirt with blue jeans and tennis shoes with my hair going everywhere. I closed the cash register as Georgie reveals his tape. I smirked leaning my back against the counter. "Really it's called the 'No Grampa Mix'?" Georgie nods putting it in the player as people started coming in.

Georgie hands me the money from the guy customer and I put it in the register. "There you go. I hope you had a good shopping experience with us." The customer said. "I did".

Georgie wraps an arm over my shoulder saying to get a laugh from our customer. "I'd say I'd tell the managers but they already know, cause it's us."

Next I was giving a woman a tennis racket when Georgie came over hearing good news. " I'll take it" I grinned. "Thanks ma'am" Georgie jokes throwing a arm in the air. "It's been a pleasure to serve you".

I ended up back at the cash register watching Georgie whose helping someone testing weights. "You may wanna slow down we don't have a license to sell guns in here." The old guy smiled "Just kidding it's Texas we got'em in the back".

Georgie came over to me to my shocked face I gasped covering my mouth with my hands. "Um Georgie..." He sees the cash register is opened and all the money is all gone. We've been robbed - we're so fired. He runs a hand through his hair going to the back after flipping the open sign to closed.

I packed back and forth running my hands through my hair as he sits in Dale's chair with a hand on his forehead embarrassed. "Georgie we can't call. Dale will know right away." He states. "Y/n he'll find out anyway. Plus they might be able to help us find the person who took the money and get it back."

I stood in front of the table as he calls the police. "I'd like to report a robbery....wait before me and my partner tell you are names is there anyway the manager doesn't find out....because he left us in charge and we really screwed up." Georgie looks to me, running a hand down his face as I bite my nails. "At least 400 dollars...well I know it's a lot, that's why I said I screwed up."

Georgie drove us to his house and I barged into his room clasping on his bed, screaming into his pillow and gripping the covers. "We are left in charge one time and we lose all the money!"

Georgie gets up on his dresser and I lift my head up to see him open a air vent on the wall. He pulls out an envelope with a picture of a red car. I sat up pulling my legs to my chest as he tossed it to me and I catch it. He closes the vent back sighing in disappointment after getting down to sit on his bed.

He lays his head on my right shoulder mumbling. "It's all the money I'm saying for the car..."

I pulled out the money counting it. "I'm sorry but it's the right thing." He nods his head closing his eyes not ready for tomorrow's talk.

I woke up next to a sleeping Georgie sighing when I sat up seeing the money on his dresser. I got up changing out of his old shirts to put on my work shirt and shoes. Georgie wakes up and does the same before we head to his car. Dale was back early and I got concerned about that. He questioned and I could hear his annoyed voice. "So how'd it go yesterday?" Georgie looks to me with sad eyes "it was great until...it wasn't"

Dale asked confused. "What happened y/n?" Georgie takes the floor explaining. "I was helping a customer and y/n was in the back stocking up and I guess i forgot to close the register...cause when y/n and I came over all the money was gone."

Dale gets close to my face as I can barely look him in the eye. "Are you kidding me! Did you call the police?"

I looked up at him stuttering. "We started too but - we didn't want them to get involved.." Georgie jumped in revealing his money to Dale "I was gonna make it right, here take it."

I bite my lip hearing the words I knew would come. "You're fired. Both of you" I took a step backwards towards the door looking at the ground in disappointment as Georgie walked out with me.

We went over to his memaw's house and she saw my red face from crying. She takes me in her arms as Georgie helps me sit down on the couch with them. She lets me cry for a good few minutes to look at Georgie who has a disappointing glance. "Y/n honey, it's ok. Tell me what happened." I croaked wiping away my tears "Dale - he - he fired - us!"

Memaw asked Georgie who runs a hand through my hair trying to calm me down, not very good at seeing me upset. "Wait he fired you and y/n?" Georgie spoke. "yeah."

She asked again suprised. "After you gave him the money back?" I slowly nodded my head and she got up to yell at him on the phone. "What's wrong with you...you know you can be mad at me all you want but don't take it out on my grandson and his girlfriend. Y/n is a good girl and Georgie is learning with her....and he paid you the money back!"

Georgie got an idea looking at me with a smirk and I sat up curious. "I've got an idea" I asked seeing his memaw come back in the room. "What is this plan of yours?"

Memaw sits down beside us. "We're gonna need a dozen eggs" memaw got up and pull out some from the fridge with a smirk. The three of us sat in her car with a carton of a dozen eggs. Memaw glanced back to me in the backseat. "You ready for this?" Georgie reveals the eggs as I get out of the car first "let's go".

Georgie opens the container as memaw gets ready and I stood taking one from him. "Why thank you." She threw the egg and said "this ain't my first egging. Come on y/n"

I tossed it lightly and she said. "It's pretty good". Georgie threw one telling us "it ain't mine either. Don't worry y/n memaw won't let us get in trouble."

I threw two more but they threw more. Memaw threw the last one cursing. "Here's for firing my grandson and his girlfriend, jackass!"

The next morning Dale called us inside. He forgave us and handed us each back a wad of cash. Georgie says and I face palm myself ."Cause y/n and I were the ones who egged your store last night."

I growled lightly "Georgie why!"

Dale aims a finger at me and him asking. "That was you?"

I clarified putting my hands together "Sir, lisen. I only threw 2 eggs and it wasn't my idea. His memaw was there too"

Dale sighs trying to not get mad. "Well uh - it's okay. I forgive you."

I take a breath of relief. "Thank you."

Georgie and I got home before dinner and I sat on the end where memaw usually would. Mrs. Cooper finished the prayer with. "Thank you for Georgie and y/n getting there jobs back". I started eating my food hearing Mr. Cooper say. "Yeah, that was nice of Dale"

Georgie reveals and I tried to not choke on my drink. "I know he even forgave y/n and me for egging his store."

Missy announced looking to me then Georgie. "You took y/n on her first egging without me?"

His mother snapped. "Georgie Cooper....and Y/n L/n. I'm going to call your parents!"

I begged her with puppy dog eyes. "Mrs. Cooper please. I was just mad that he didn't forgive us after we gave him money...I'll do anything I beg of you." She sighed replying. "Fine. I won't tell because you're a good girl y/n."

I mouthed to Georgie who looked down to his food talking to his mom. 'You get on my nerves sometimes' "Dale forgave me and so we're good". That was the end of that conversation.

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[tea-with-evan-and-me]

I'm sweaty and exhausted by the time I sit down on the plane. I'm traveling by myself because my best friend had to cancel on me at the last minute. But, my little cousin is waiting for me in Cali. I say little, but she's 24. She just moved out there and she invited me to come visit. I've never been there and I'm a bit nervous. I'm daydreaming as I feel someone sit down next to me, taking the aisle seat. The man sitting next to me clears his throat and his voice sounds pleasant. I get a little shiver, but don't think much of it, as the opposite sex is the last thing on my mind at the moment.

I take my phone out and put it on airplane mode. Then I toss it back in my purse. I start shuffling through my carryone bag. I pull out some headphones and my book. I'm not sure what I feel like doing first for this flight from St. Louis to LAX. It's not the longest flight I've ever taken but it's long enough. I open my book and I read a few paragraphs.

"Ouch, geez..." I hear the man next to me say to himself softly.

I look up and I can tell someone with a large duffel bag crashed into his arm and didn't even say anything. The man shakes his head and closes his eyes. Rests his head on the back of the chair. Headphones are playing something I can hear faintly, but can't tell what it is. I dare to take a look at him. Curly long hair, beard, muscular arms, big hands. I notice for the first time that I can smell his cologne. I could smell it earlier and thought it was good, but didn't realize it was him. I feel a bit heated and then I let the feeling go and return to my book. When the second rude person of the day walks by, the man leans towards me and our shoulders bump.

"Christ, I'm sorry" he says. He looks irritated. The person in the aisle is just standing there. Their bag is swinging by the man's head and the person is oblivious. The man is leaning towards me to stay out of the line of fire.

"Hey, do you want me to move over so you can take this seat?" I say to him. Our eyes meet and I'm immediately drawn into his. They are dark like nothing I've ever seen before. When he responds, I take too long to answer. My face must show what I'm thinking cause he chuckles. It breaks me out of my haze.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I ask, shaking my head.

He smiles, exposing perfect white teeth. Dimples poking out from his facial hair. Fuck me.

"What if that person shows up?" He says as he points to the empty window seat next to me.

"Oh! No, they won't. That was supposed to be my friend's seat but they couldn't make it."

I don't wait for him to respond. I just gather my stuff and hop into the seat. He follows suit.

"Ha! Much better" he chuckles

"Good" I say laughing in response

"Thanks!"

"Oh, no problem!" I respond with a smile.

"I'm Evan" he sticks out his hand. I shake it.

"Andi" I say, a spark of a realization I can't quite place.

I go back to reading my book. Well, pretending to at least. I sigh, trying to get my heart to stop racing.

"Whatcha reading?"

My head pops up. He's looking right at me with those eyes. "Uh, a book about a serial killer. I guess it's a series about the female detective. It's pretty good."

"That's fitting" he murmurs.

"Hmm?"

"Oh, nothing" the look on his face is a bit bemused. "So what's your story? Are you from LA?"

"Oh, no. Michigan actually.

"Oh, is your friend from St. Louis?"

"No, Indiana" we both laugh. "Well, she's from Michigan, lives in Indiana. I'm visiting my cousin who just got a job out in LA. My friend was going to go with me, but her husband got sick and she didn't want to just leave him with the kids. It was cheaper to fly out from St. Louis for some reason." I shrug.

"Ah, ok. That also answers my next question"

"Which is?" I answer sorta flirtatiously.

"If your friend was a boyfriend" he smirks.

"Nope. In between those right now" I laugh nervously.

He just nods approvingly. My face flushes. We stare into each other's eyes for a minute. He speaks again.

"You have really pretty eyes. I've never seen a blue/green color like that before."

Without thinking I respond "Ive never seen such dark, intense eyes before either....oh shit I'm sorry!" My hand goes to my forehead as I shake my head in embarrassment.

He laughs "No worries." He says it softly.

For the next two hours our conversation is non stop. The compliments are flying between us. Sparks seem to be too. We are flirty. He says sweet things. I touch his arm any chance I get. We laugh. We get close and it's not awkward. It almost feels comfortable. Only when the flight attendant shows up with the cart are we interrupted.

"What would you like?" He asks me.

"A diet pepsi sounds great" I reply

He very politely tells the flight attendant what I requested first. He gets a coke.

"Thanks" I say softly. He seems very kind. Soft-spoken. I feel a deep pang in my belly. Desire? Well, listen girlie. Get your panties in order. This is an airplane, not a hotel room. I sigh again.

He nods. A small smirk finding it's way to his full lips. They look soft. My eyes flit to them, then back up to his eyes. His stare not wavering from my face. I clear my throat.

"Excuse me for a minute" I say as I get up. I climb past his legs facing him. He extends one big, veiny hand to me to make sure I don't stumble. Just then, as if we were in some half-corny romcom, turbulence hits our plane. I do stumble. He catches me as best he can. I put my arms out to stop myself. And I end up with my face incredibly close to him. I get a hint of his scent again. That pang in my belly threatening me again.

"I'm so sorry" I say, righting myself.

"No worries at all." He's a bit breathless. My mind brushes it off. It's for my own sanity, really.

I make my way to the bathroom, find one that is vacant and go inside. Damn, these bathrooms seem to get smaller every time I fly, I think to myself as I lock the door. I do what I have to and wash my hands. I look at my face in the mirror. I think how plain Jane I am and wonder what the handsome guy sitting next to me is finding to flirt with. Maybe he's just being nice. I'll never see him again, I think. It's a nice way to spend my flight though. I sigh audibly and throw the paper towel in the trash.

I turn the lock and open the door and stop short. Evan is standing there. His hands are in his pockets. He looks a bit nervous. He looks over both shoulders, then looks at me and shrugs. I immediately grab one of his hands and gently pull him inside before he can be spotted. When inside he turns the lock to occupied. We are so close in this tiny space that his breath is moving my hair. Neither of us speak. He places his hands on my face. He leans in and I follow suit. He brushes his nose against mine and then softly plants a kiss on my lips. It's quick. He opens his eyes to look into mine for permission. I nod my head slightly, giving it. This time he leans in slowly. Our eyes still locked until we get so close. He pulls away and smiles. Then our lips meet. This time our mouths are slightly open. Enough to allow our tongues to caress each others. He deepens the kiss and my hands find the back of his head. I twirl my fingers into his curls lightly. My mouth leaves his to find his chin. I kiss his scratchy beard and make my way to his neck. I kiss up to his ear and I whisper "Evan, you smell good" he sighs.

"Andi, my mind is racing. I really don't know what's gotten into me. But, you can trust me. I have protection." He pulls out his wallet from his back pocket. Long fingers open the flaps and he retrieves a condom. I catch the words "ribbed" on it before it disappears from my sight. He seems like someone that would care about his partner's pleasure. But, of course I know nothing about him.

I start to unbutton his pants. I let them drop. He's standing there in his boxers. His pants at his ankles. How we are going to make this work in this tiny space doesn't even cross my mind because I'm distracted by his erection poking out through the slit in his underwear. I take it in my hands and start pumping softly. His eyes close. "Mmm, god yes"

I kiss his chest. He towers over me. His eyes flutter open. He stops my hand. When he speaks his voice is lusty, but also very sincere.

"Hun, I want you to know that you can stop me any time, ok. Don't hesitate. You say stop and we stop. There's no way you need to feel unsafe, do you understand?"

I nod my head quickly. "That goes both ways" I say to him, confidently. He nods. With that, he pulls his boxers down and starts putting on the condom. I push my leggings and panties down and release one foot. I look around looking for some leverage. The sink doesn't even have a ledge. I look at him as he puts his arms out.

"Jump up, sweetie" he says

I jump up and he turns me to the door. He gently places me against it. He looks me in the eyes giving me a look that says tell me the truth "Are you ready for me sweetie?"

"Yes." It's all I can muster

"I'm gonna go slow. Tell me if you need something from me, ok?" He starts pushing himself into me so slow. My head falls back against the door and I moan. It's more like a happy hum. He feels so good. He must feel it too, cause when he speaks next it's a breathy whisper. "All good honey?"

"Yes!" It's louder than intended.

"Good, but not too loud, sweetheart" he says it kindly.

He starts thrusting. My legs wrapped around his hips. The thrusts are gentle at first. But, when I'm not acting like I'm uncomfortable, they get more intense. "Go as hard as you need to, Evan. You won't hurt me." He moans and he starts thrusting hard. I return it with my own moan. The sounds we make against the door sound so loud. "Well, shit..." He curses. "Hold onto me tight baby" he pulls me away from the door and I wrap my arms around his neck. "Come closer" he adjusts me. He slides in deeper and my head snaps back "shhhh" in my ear. He starts moving my ass up and down with his strong arms. Standing in the middle of a tiny bathroom. His pants around his ankles. He's bending his knees and bouncing me up and down on his rock hard dick. I start trying to bounce to help him and soon we find the most delicious rhythm.

Our foreheads smash together. Our eyes screwed shut. We are both close, but we don't say anything. It's feels so fucking good, we just want it to happen. Suddenly his mouth finds my neck and a string of moans come out. Muffled into the crook. I feel his legs shake. He's coming down from his orgasm as mine hits. He carries me through, still bouncing me. He kisses me so my screams aren't heard. We are so sweaty in this confined space. Breathing hard. He releases me to the floor. He pulls me close to hold me for a minute.

"You ok, babygirl?"

"Yes, are you?"

"More than you know"

He throws the condom away. Our clean up is easy. He pulls his pants up and then helps me with mine. He straightens my hair into its place. Kisses the top of my head.

"I'll go out first" he whispers.

I wait a minute and then make my exit. I don't make eye contact with anybody. I sneak past him and sit down. He immediately takes my hand and laces our fingers. He give each other a quick kiss.

We sit there in bliss for a minute until we see someone approach us. It's a middle aged lady and she looks excited.

"Are you Evan Peters? My son loves you as Quicksilver. Can I get your autograph?"

Evan looks over at me and shrugs. He chuckles at the sight of my jaw hanging open.

“Well, listen girlie. Get your panties in order. This is an airplane, not a hotel room” epic

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[hostagex]

Ultra Black

Chapter One

“Fuck that hurts! If you don’t finish up soon I might tap out man. Seriously, we've been going for how many hours and you’re still not done? I swear to God next time I’m gonna sit in Himiko’s chair and not yours!” His client says, pain and something akin to desperation in his voice.

“Oh don’t start with this shit again Jin.” He said with an exasperated tone of voice, doing a quick wipe down of the area before sticking the round liner shading needle into the deep obsidian ink and continuing on. The piece was coming along beautifully. A large shoulder tattoo consisting of an intricate sacred geometry tree of life morphing away into stippled dots.

“We both know you wouldn’t tap and risk me not finishing while I’m ahead. Besides, I’m at least an hour ahead of schedule. And like I said not five minutes ago, we have around thirty more minutes before you’re done.” With a smirk, he sets down the needle for a moment to wet a new piece of paper-towel and clear the ink off more thoroughly than with just applying some vaseline.

“Also you would never be brave enough to sit in Himiko’s chair. You’re way too chicken-shit!” The artist lets out a laugh, tongue piercing glinting under the studio lights.

“Oh fuck off Deku! I will! That’s a damn promise! You hear me?!” In his need to prove his point, he shifted on the table, almost ruining the final bout of shading the artist had to finish up on.

“Jin, I swear to God if you move one more time you’re barred from my table and you’ll have no choice BUT to go to them for the rest of your shit!” He exclaimed, loud enough to be heard by the patrons in the lobby.

“Oh fuck! Sorry Deku!” Jin settled in once more, his face still showing his distaste of his artist's words. “Anyways, like I was saying…I have a plan. It’s foolproof ya hear? It’s a five step plan to get that angel to go out with me and become mine…” Jin trailed off, sighing lovingly. Just as he was about to go into detail about his plan, the buzzing of the needle stopped.

“I’ve heard that a million times dude. Everyone is dying to get in their pants. But just a heads up, it’ll take more than a shoddy plan to get with them I can promise you that” He said, a slight smile on his lips before his tongue poked through and touched the top ball of his vertical labret, a habit he had yet to shake. He wiped down the tattoo and shifted himself off the wheeling stool and stood up, walking over to his designated trash can to chuck his black sterile gloves as well as black surgical mask.

“Alright, we are all done man. Take a look in the mirror and let me know your final thoughts. While you’re at it, go ahead and say hey to Himiko and get that plan you’re so sure about started.” He said with a cheeky grin and wink, adjusting his round glasses and leaning back against the wall next to the sink, his arms and legs crossed, sporting all-black attire with black combat boots to match.

Deku, award winning tattoo artist and owner of Ultra Black Tattoo. Known to the public as an uber-talented artist who got his big break back when he was fresh out of high school, being mentored by none other than world-renowned American traditional-style artist Toshinori Yagi. For five steady years he was apprenticing with Toshinori before eventually deciding to open up his own shop with his specialty being that of fine line black and gray.

That’s the public image he carefully crafted while spending his years apprenticing. The personal image not many get to see is that of Izuku Midoriya. Son of Inko Midoriya, father leaving before he could even utter his first word, which just so happened to be art. Izuku spent his formidable years with his hands constantly on a paintbrush, never leaving the house without some sort of notebook to draw in. Growing up, he always felt like an outcast, what with him not having a father in the house and his mother working two, sometimes three, jobs in order to keep the house up and running. He always happened to be bullied for not having the newest clothes or for wearing his red high-top converse, a thirteenth birthday gift from his mother, so much that they had holes in them. Art ended up being his only solace from all the noise of the crowd.

One day, in his first year of high school, his teacher, Shota Aizawa, told him something he would never forget until the day he died. That magic doesn’t come from talent alone, it comes from pain. That all the pain and suffering he was going through or would experience in life, would turn into something magical and worthwhile. That you don’t get beauty just by being lucky or good at something. That true beauty comes from deep personal emotion. The quote meant so much to him that the moment he was legal, he took some of his savings and took the train to his now mentor and got his first tattoo. The quote his high school teacher had said to him in his time of need atop his chest, right over his heart. The tattoo was the first of many, and Izuku’s first look into the cruel, beautiful, rough, magnificent tattoo industry.

With a grunt from his client, Izuku was brought out of his daze just enough to see him show a particular finger in the air. Jin walked over to the oversized mirror on the other side of the studio, taking in his new piece of art permanently on him. He let out a low whistle and grinned from ear-to-ear.

“Shit Deku you really outdid yourself with this one.” Jin said, looking up and down and from different angles, even taking a few pictures of his new art. Izuku shoved himself off the nearby wall and walked over to his client, putting his hand on the non-tattooed shoulder. “Yeah, yeah you always say that. This is what? The eighth piece you’ve gotten from me? In what? A year? I bet you would break out into hives if you even thought of going to another artist!” Izuku exclaimed, laughing.

Jin blushed softly before shoving the artist's hand away and walking back over to the table, taking a seat. “Just wrap me up will you? I have shit to do and I can’t take all day getting some ink.”

Hearing this, Izuku raised one of his brows coyly and walked back over to his client. He opened up his drawer and put on a fresh set of gloves before taking out the tegaderm and applying an even film over the fresh piece. “You don’t have all day? Jin I’ve heard what you do for work and I know for a fact you have plenty of time on your hands. So spill. What has your dick all in a knot?” Tegaderm applied, Izuku discarded his gloves once more and began the process of disassembling his tattoo gun and throwing away the used needle into the biohazard container.

“First of all, fuck you. Second of all, today is the soft opening of that new flower shop on the other side of town and they have a special where if you buy a bouquet they’ll include a second smaller bouquet for free.” Jin brings his arm up and rubs the back of his head, blushing like a fool in the process. “And I thought it might be nice to get, uh, Himiko some flowers ya know?”

Hearing this, Izuku bent forward and started cackling like a mad man.”Jin you fucking sap! There’s no way in hell you think they’re going to be into all this frilly girly shit? Himiko? The person who on numerous occasions has had to put you in your place because you made some shitty ass ‘that’s what she said’ jokes?” Izuku continued to laugh, causing his other artists and the people in the lobby to look over. His client punched him in the arm, hard.

“I’m being serious asshat! Besides, who doesn’t like flowers? Just because they’re non-binary doesn’t mean they don’t like flowers? I mean, if anything you’re kind of sexist for assuming they wouldn’t…” Jin said, eyebrows raised. Izuku sighed and began walking over to the reception area, signaling his client it was time to pay and to follow in his stead.

“Jin, you know I’m not saying anything like that. I just know them personally. You’ve only known them from seeing quick peaks every now and then when you get some work done. But if you think flowers are the way to their heart then go for it my guy. The stage is all yours. I’ll even send you a text letting you know how the flower-receiving goes.” He said with a genuine smile. Jin broke out in a grin and hugged the artist over the reception counter.

“Thanks man! That means so much! I’ll be sure to let you know the day they’re being delivered too!” He said as he was heading out the door of the shop.

“Wait hold up! I didn’t catch the name of the shop! What was it again so I know what to expect and from where?” Izuku called out across the room.

“Oh shit sorry! The place is called Dynamite Flowers!”

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After closing up the shop, Izuku took the train back to his apartment. A spacious two bed, one bath, on the fourth floor with a view overlooking the downtown area. Putting the key into the lock, he turned it and opened the door. Immediately being jumped on by a fellow member of his family.

“Hi there Inky! Did you miss me today girl?” Izuku asked with a big smile on his face. The dog, Inky, a mutt Izuku adopted from the nearest shelter, barked at him. The dog was a rough mixture of Chihuahua, Dachshund, and Maltese. All coming together, she looked to be a small, long, ball of tan fur. The dog barked at her owner once more before running around in the living room as well as the adjoined kitchen.

Izuku laughed and set down his work backpack on the floor and kicked off his boots before setting his keys down on the entryway table. “Yeah yeah I know it was a long day without me huh? Well don’t worry girl tomorrow is my off day and you get me all to yourself! How does that sound?” He said with a bright smile. In return, the dog gave him a bark. The man laughed and walked over to the kitchen, getting food ready for both himself and his companion.

“What are we feelin’ today Inky? Chicken? Beef? Or salmon?” Right as the word slipped his tongue, the fluff all barked. “Alright, alright I hear you! Salmon it is!” Grabbing the corresponding can, he opened it and poured the contents out over a bit of dry pellets. “Now don’t forget to eat your crunchies too. I know you like the wet stuff the most but the crunchies are what’s good for you!” Almost as if the dog could understand him, she let out a huff of disagreement. Izuku laughed and set down the bowl on the floor and let the dog go to town on her nightly meal.

“Alright. Now that that’s all taken care of…” Izuku sighed and padded over to his master bedroom. Opening the closet, he took off his long-sleeved black turtleneck shirt and tight black skinny jeans, leaving him only in his mismatched socks and stark white Calvin Klein briefs. He shoved the days clothes into his laundry basket and decided to wear an old tattoo convention T-shirt for the night.

Walking back into the kitchen, Izuku spotted Inky on top of the couch curled into a ball, content after finishing her meal. Izuku looked down at the food bowl and noticed a substantial amount of pellets left. He smirked and let out a low huff of laughter. “Damn traitor. This is the thanks I get for giving you a 5 star meal?” He smiled and begins the process of getting his own dinner ready. The process takes all of 5 minutes before he realizes there in nothing enticing in either the cabinets or the refrigerator.

“Shit. It looks like tomorrow is grocery day.” Izuku sighs before picking up his front from the counter and setting himself alongside his companion. Scrolling through the food delivery app, he decides on pizza. “Better than a salad, huh Inks?” Izuku asks the sleeping dog, only receiving small sleep noises in return. Izuku smiles and places the order, settling in and putting his phone down.

The man must have fallen asleep because he was woken up by the harsh pounding of his front door. Izuku jolted awake and quickly shuffled his way to the door, nearly taking a face plant in the process. He opened the door and what stood before him was hardly his large cheese pizza. It was a tall, built man with spiky blonde hair and deep ember-colored eyes. Izuku gulped and gave the man a quick look up and down. He happened to be wearing a plain white T-shirt, loose fitting blue jeans, and a black apron. What got him was the wording on the apron. Dynamite Flowers.

“Hey are you going to just stand there or are you going to take these? I don’t have all day, dude.” The blonde gruffly said to him. Izuku was snapped out of his daze and looked into the other man’s eyes again. “Um yeah sure. Um.. take what exactly?”

“Tch. These flowers, dumbass. I have more deliveries to do so I can‘t just stand around here all day.” He said with a harsh tone of voice. Looking down more closely, Izuku noticed there was a bouquet of sunflowers and roses in the man’s hands. The bouquet that was being delivered to him apparently. “Oh shit my bad!” He took hold of the bouquet, hands skimming that of the man in front of him.

“Great. Now that that’s all taken care of…” The man gave a quick two finger salute and spun around, rushing off to the stairwell.

“Wait! I didn’t catch your name!” Izuku shouted out after him.

“…rd.” He heard coming from down the hall. Not sure what he heard, he looked down at the bouquet and took out the attached business card. Dynamite Flowers. Owned and operated by Katsuki Bakugo.

“Katsuki, huh?” He said aloud to himself before closing the front door and setting the flowers down on the entryway table.

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#anime #manga #bakudeku #my hero academia #Boku no hero academia #Izuku midoriya #bakugo Katsuki #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfic #fanfiction

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[ Ladies man. || simp party. ]

A/N: Nina/Clockwork are a little out of character. Just because I thought it would be funny asf..

WARNINGS: None!

TAGS: @insane-horror-movie-addict owns Anni, @cheesefanboy2

WORD COUNT: 1,930

A crowd of succubi and female demonics surrounded this poor unfortunate man, who had been simply trying to do his job. The crowd of women followed him around relentlessly, they screamed and begged him for his number— even going as far as to fight over him. Douglas, of course, was infamous for having fangirls practically glued to his hip wherever he went. And having a job didn’t change that in the slightest. In fact, his fangirls, especially succubi in particular, seemed to go up and above their way to spend time with Douglas, even when he had no idea who they were.

"Excuse me, but I'm looking for a girl—" Doug attempted to get a word in, before being furiously interrupted by the crowd of women screaming and throwing money at him— some of them even throwing themselves at him.

"Take your shirt off!"

"Can I have your number?"

"I'll give you a real good time~" 

"Please— let me buy you a drink!"

"Are you free tonight?"

Doug's eyes examined them in extreme disbelief as they all screamed and screeched over him— the absolute last straw was when a random women's shirt got thrown to his face, as one of the fangirls started to shed herself of her clothes. He angrily tugged the shirt off of his face, and threw it to the ground— Doug shook his leg, in an effort to get one of the fangirls to let go, but the woman's grip only tightened around his leg. 

Looking for his boss's daughter was an absolute pain in the ass— he constantly got bombarded by random fangirls on the streets of the under-realm, he swore, these women were just a whole different species— well, technically they were, but that wasn't the point. He roughly stuffed his fingerless–gloved hands into his pockets, letting out a sigh of exasperation, "I don't get paid enough for this.." 

Doug brought his hand up over his shoulder in a weak wave, cocking his head in a rough nod and stepping away from the women who continued to scream. He walked down the sidewalk, dodging a few girls along his journey in returning to his truck. The driver's door creaked open and he stepped in the black colored truck, staring at the picture in his hands of Ophelia— the girl he was forced to search for. A gruff sound of annoyance emerged from his throat, he tossed the picture down on the seat and started the groggy, roaring engine of his trusty truck. He shoved the stick shift into first gear, taking off.

The scratchy seat poked at his legs and he shoved the key into the ignition, twisting it to start the engine. But it refused. The engine turned over a couple clicks and finally started, taking a few seconds to actually gather enough power to drive. Douglas sighed to himself and rubbed his head; he couldn't wait until he had enough money to buy a new car or at least get someone to fix it— honestly though, he would probably fix it himself once he had the chance to stop somewhere.

He found his way on the small road leading to…somewhere new. He passed through the forest and the little downtown area on the lake, this place kinda seemed incredibly reserved. This was a beautiful forest, and it was one of the only benefits of having this particular job.

His eyes finally locked onto the driveway of an incredibly large mansion, with cabins littered across the field in the middle of the forest. With a turn of the wheel, he pressed on the breaks and came to a stop. Grabbing his bag he stepped out of the rusty car and walked to the front door of the mansion, knocking at the unnecessarily large door— he swore, it looked to be about 20 ft in length. The door instantly swung open,

"Hey, uhm, I was wondering if—"

"Holy shit.." Nina interrupted him instantly, her jaw tightening as she dryly swallowed, eyes widened as she flirtatiously traced his form. Nina didn't realize that her lips were parted in slight awe as her staring was longer than she intended. "Wow…okay— who owns him? Is it you Clockwork? Because you fucking scored!" 

Before he had a chance to interject, Clockwork peeked her head out to get a chance to examine this stranger— her lips pulling into a smirk. 

"No way, somebody this hot is here for business— all of Slenderman's henchmen are ugly as fuck. What are you here for?" Doug's eyes moved back to her face as her words finally reached his ears, and being knocked from his thoughts, he finally muscled out words that rolled off his tongue awkwardly.

"As I was saying, I was wondering if I could—"

"Who's at the door?" Anni interrupted, pushing past the two girls to get a good look at him— tilting her head at him. He watched her eyebrow raise and her hands grip onto her curved hips, staring at him as her brown eyes narrowed, as if to ask him why he's here. Doug straightened his posture and tugged involuntarily at his sleeveless shirt, dryly swallowing as he got slightly intimidated by the much shorter woman.

"I was just wondering if any of you saw this girl," He finally had a chance to speak. He passed over the most recent picture of Ophelia, a pair of dark brown, apple colored eyes staring back from the picture; fear slowly veiling themselves from her fight-or-flight response. In the photograph, she wore a small black tank top that sucked against her pale skin, exposing a couple inches of her tight lower belly. It was strange— in every picture Fang was featured in, she was either scared or depressed looking.

"You're looking for Fang. She lives here, she's just having a little alone time." 

"Fang?" That word struck him hard and the confusion in his eyes made Anni smirk. He had never seen this woman before, not even in the past couple years that he was forced to spend with Ophelia— to be completely honest, he didn't even know Ophelia had friends. And why did they call her Fang? Was it some type of cover name that Ophelia came up with? Strange. Doug heard the heel of her boot clad against the floor as she stepped back,

"She should be back soon. You don't talk much, do you?" The woman mused with another smile, stepping towards him and stopping a few feet away. Doug shook his head and spun his finger around his ear,

"Nah just… trying to wrap my mind round all this." She shoved her hands into her back pockets and studied his features briefly, leaning back and balancing on the heels of her boots. Tilting her head, she stared into his blue eyes curiously,

"What's your name?"

"Douglas. Call me Doug." She extended her hand towards him with tenderness and welcoming. With slight hesitation, he took her hand in his, feeling her hand tighten in his grasp. It didn't tighten with friendliness this time, but that of insecurity and uncertainty.

"Anni." Her voice wavered in Doug's ears and once their hands split from each other, her demeanor changed back in the sliver of a second. 

Doug rubbed the back of his neck nervously,

"Well, Anni, while I'm waiting for her— can I use your garage? I need to fix my truck real quick— got my own tools and everything." 

"I don't see no harm in it," Anni shrugged, her face turning into a stoic expression once again as she crossed her arms— while the two girls behind her were mumbling about how hot this random stranger was. For the first time today, a smile found itself carving on his face.

— . — . —

Doug sighed , grabbing a few ratchets, screwdrivers, and socket wrenches from the large tool box. Yanking up the hood on the large truck in the incredibly massive garage, he propped it up with the hood rod. He saw the hole in the radiator in which it blew and quickly grabbed an oil pan, crawling under the truck and placing it under the engine. Reaching up, he twisted the cap to the radiator fluid and moved his head quickly as the green liquid began to drain into the pan.

Standing back to his feet, he wiped his forehead of the sweat already forming out of the hot morning. The sun was already high in the sky and Doug forgot to check the time before he left his truck.

As the radiator fluid drained, Doug easily swapped out the spark plugs, cap, and rotor to ensure a clean tune-up on the old truck. Grabbing a socket wrench, he checked the fluid and saw that it was no longer draining and took to the old rusted radiator. Back and forth the socket wrench clicked until the bolt came out, Doug moving onto the other bolts and finally yanking out the old radiator. He walked out into the blazing sunlight of the summer day, tossing the radiator into his old junk truck to be taken to a junkyard later on.

He lost himself in southern rock music and the hard work of a vehicle mechanic. Hours rolled by as he moved from the radiator to the engine, stripping off parts to make sure they didn't need to be replaced. The hot air got the best of him and he couldn't resist stripping off his shirt and tossing it on a wooden chair. His muscles contorted under his skin as he moved them about, yanking at engine parts and getting oil all over himself in the process, "Shit.." he muttered quietly, slightly coating his carved muscles in oil. He groaned but from slight annoyance and exhaustion. 

He stretched his thick shoulders and stepped back from the truck, looking over to see Anni hovering over a small ice-cooler. The small woman seemed to be in trance— a slight hue of blush coating her cheeks as she watched him. She shook her head, leaning up and tossed him a beer, Doug catching the cold bottle flawlessly. His fingers twisted off the cap and the cold alcohol seeped into his tongue with much needed liberation.

"Why's it gotta be so damn hot?" Doug asked before taking another swig and running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. Anni took a few chugs of her beer, downing half of it in only a few large drinks, as a red-hot blush continued to burn furiously— she ended up gulping it so fast that she started to choke.

"Why do you have to be so damn hot—?" Nina interjected, before Anni effortlessly threw a filled-can of beer at her. She instantly got knocked to the ground with a loud stumbling fall, Nina muttered a small 'worth it' before running off. Anni smirked at Nina finally running off, even if she continued to choke on literal air.

"Geez— slow down, sweetheart. The drink isn't going anywhere," Anni continued to cough furiously when he said that, finally clearing her throat and gaining some much needed breaths of fresh air. 

She tilted her head at the thought of the man that was currently infront of her. Douglas. He seemed sweet in her eyes and he was the first man out of a handful that didn't seem to stare at her in the same matter the others did. He was a bit hesitant to engage in conversation, but maybe he was just shy around girls? A lot of men are.

Doug chewed on his lip and narrowed his eyes as she gave a quick smile. He hummed a chuckle in his throat and couldn't help but smirk unknowingly to himself as she continued to clear her throat. She scratched the back of her head and shifted uncomfortably in her boots. With an amused sigh, the man infront of her grabbed a wrench and continued to work. He cleared his throat and stepped out from behind the truck, gripping his pair of fingerless gloves tightly behind his back with both hands as he stretched slightly, sliding himself back underneath the truck.

Damn. He was hot.

#simp party #simp party my beloved #anni my beloved #doug kinda fine ngl #oh my lawd #*screams* #anni and doug possible ship? maybe

[poisonouswritings]

Omgmgmggmg!! Imagine: post time skip, at the camp, Tulsi is able to convince Sage that him and MC should have some alone time, so she helps him arrange a little temporary camp spot a little ways away from the main camp, just for him and MC. Now in order for this to be a surprise, Tulsi tells MC that he’s gone rouge, which totally freaks them out bc they are worried about him so MC runs to find him and when they do, Sage is just trying to get the fire started outside the tent. What else???

Hehehehe skrunkly man gets a break for once

GN!Reader, kitty cat gets kisses

Sorry I just find it so funny that you're freaking out and you rush into the clearing with the Astrolabe drawn and tears in your eyes and yelling 'S A G E EVERYTHING IS GONNA BE FINE DONT PANIC ITLL MAKE IT WORSE' and Sage is just poking at a bundle of sticks like 'hey babe do you have any tin- WHY ARE YOU FREAKING OUT' and then his fur goes all poofy and he hops to his feet and pulls out his sword because What's Happening?? Are you okay??? Because Tulsi didn't tell him what ruse she was gonna use

Anyways it takes you guys a couple of minutes to calm down and get everything sorted. You share a bit of a laugh because Yeah Tulsi Would Do That What A Bitch (Affectionate)

Sage has like,, fish or something,, he wants to cook you dinner but he hasn't been able to get the fire started. If you can use a itty bitty bit of magic to do it that would be helpful :3

While he cooks he talks to you about how this was all Tulsi's idea. He's happy he listened though. But he's still a little on-edge. You can see it in the twitch of his ears and the readiness of his shoulders and the way his hand is never too far away from his sword. His eye flicks along the treeline incessantly. You finally end up telling him he could do a better job of keeping watch if he was using both eyes. And you pair that with a cute little smile?

....... he's shy but he unties his eyepatch. You can coo and give him little smooches on that side of his face. He's still very self-conscious but when you say he looks hot or whatever it makes him feel all tingly.

Okay but imagine you take his eyepatch,, and you,,, cause it's just a long strip of fabric right?? So you take his eyepatch and you tie it around your neck in a bow and he asks what you're doing and you smile and say that,,,, that after all this time being alone like this is like a vacation right? and you're,, his gift,,,, and he just fuckin,,, he fuckin dies.

Like I think as soon as you say that you can see the tension melting off him a lil' because you're so cute and he really missed you and it's just the first time you guys have been able to enjoy being together and of course you have to be all cute and flirty

The longer you guys are out there the more he calms down. I think it also helps a lot if you sit next to him. He's gonna wind his tail around whatever part of you is closest. Talks to you as he cooks. There isn't a lot about the last 6 months that he's eager to share but he'll tell you a few things if you ask. He downplays the nightmares and the danger but it's still not pretty. I think he starts getting kinda down on himself - curling his shoulders in, ears flattening, shrinking down and bristling out - but you can ease him out of it by bumping your shoulder against his a little. Maybe kissing his cheek. That'll shut him up.

After eating,, you can ask him if he wants to train,,, and at first he takes it v seriously but when you start playing around and sliding up against him and !! Oh!! It's Like That Is It?? and when he realizes what you're doing I think it's the first time in a long time that he's laughed so earnestly and been so relaxed. You two play around for a little bit like that. He's shy at first - it's not like he's been doing much flirting in the last six months - but he likes it when you take the lead anyways.

I assume you guys are near the lake. Once he's feeling comfortable with the surroundings and a little more confident, he might suggest a bit of nighttime swimming!

So Chapter 14,, in the tent, the night before the battle, the unpaid option is basically you guys flirting and you saying you're gonna 'distract him' and,,, anyways what I'm saying is I definitely assume y'all fucked and all I'm saying is you can go skinny dipping but leave the bow on 'cause you're his present :3

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #sage lesath #sage lesath x reader #fictif sage #last legacy sage #anon asks #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams

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hey nerds. guess who's back and writing again. uh. happy birthday, jackieboyman?

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“Happy birthday to me,” he murmurs. The single candle atop the cupcake shudders in the wind, and he grimaces at the open window.

At least he can breathe, now. The tiny flat seems slightly more bearable, now, with the night’s chill seeping in, and Jackie can sit here and enjoy his single chocolate cupcake on his tiny couch that always sags like it’s about to collapse.

What a wonderful birthday.

The hairs on the back of his neck prickle as they rise. At least the dipshit didn’t startle him into dropping his cupcake; he might’ve tried to break something, then, and this flat is already half plaster from where he’s misjudged his strength, or turn of speed.

“Thanks for the heads up,” he tells his empty room with a sigh. “Really appreciate it. And the visit. I couldn’t do without one of those- I was seriously wondering where my favorite buddy had gone, and why he wasn’t trying to inflict more property damage.”

He doesn’t get a reply back. That’s… new, and interesting. It loves to talk. Mostly to harass him, sure, but it’s rarely quiet. He loves surprises. Can’t get enough of them.

The back of his neck prickles harder, and he sets his cupcake down just in time for cold fingers to dance up his arms; he jumps, and swears at the laughter that echoes in his ears.

“That’s my birthday cupcake, asshole. Those are off limits, you hear me?”

“Can’t be wasting the four dollars and thirty three cents on overpriced sugar and milk,” it agrees, and he grimaces as he shakes his head against the way its voice echoes in his ear.

“Don’t do that,” he says, and winces again at the way his voice comes out all… plaintive. He’s more tired than he thought he was.

“Say hello? You just said you missed me, boy.”

“I’m a fucking adult,” he grumbles, and then leans over to peel the paper off of the cupcake. It doesn’t go easy, soggy paper tearing underneath his too-blunt too-forceful too-much fingers, but he manages to clean it up passably. Anti flicks his arm again, and he jumps, and sprays crumbs everywhere, while it laughs, and laughs. “And I said don’t do- that. The freaky- touchy shit, all that. The voice.”

“Part of your actual code name is “boyman”,” Anti starts, with the air of someone who is about to deliver a crushing defeat, and Jackie holds up his hand, tiredly. It does stop, to its credit.

“I didn’t know I was choosing it for the rest of my fucking job career, and I panicked,” he says again, and then takes a large bite of the cupcake to stall any further questions.

The cupcake is- well, it’s fucking good. It’s not all dry and crumbly, and it doesn’t stick to his teeth like that god-awful caramel he tried the other day. He’d spent an hour scrubbing the sensation out again. To his side, Anti hums again. As far as he can tell, that buzz means it’s- happy. Or processing, or whatever. He has no fucking clue how this thing works.

“All you have to do is ask, you know.”

He squints at it for a second. Or well, in the direction of the voice. In the dark, even with his night vision, all he can see is a faint ripple overlaying the window, where it looks like the world is lagging a millisecond behind the rest.

“What did we say about doing your freaky little mind-reading?”

“You signed up for this,” it reminds him. “You walked through that door, and let them poke and prod and open the door for me.”

It’s an old argument, worn as smooth as the little pebble with a hole in his pocket. He bares his teeth, just the same as before.

“I didn’t know it meant being a fucking lab rat and work horse for them.”

“You wanted to do good,” it counters, gleeful as ever- he can hear the warble in its tone, as it props cold arms against his back. “You wanted to do good, and you signed those papers and now you can’t see a way out. I’m just curious how long it takes you to start snapping like a cornered dog; your apartment’s got enough holes to say it’ll be soon.”

Dangerous. Fucking dangerous, as always, too dangerous to be let go from the company, always too much of a liability for their own mistakes.

“And now I’m trying to help you and what do you do? Bite me instead.”

“What kind of help is this?” He’s on his feet before he even realizes it, gesturing sharply. The couch creaks under the sudden movement, and actually rocks back at the force he shoots up with. “Day in, day out, all you do is laugh. All you do is poke around where you’re not welcome and make yourself at home and say you can help but you never actually do.”

The ripple in front of the window pulls itself together into a single point, and then traces out the very edges of a shadow. He glares at it, chest heaving, and it watches him back.

“You can drag a horse to water,” it says quietly, “but you can’t make it drink. I can’t help you all by myself, Jackson.”

“And if I don’t want it?”

He’s challenging it. It’s a bad, bad idea, every inch of his nerves scream at him, goosebumps up and down his arms. He can feel metal under his fingertips, and a hilt that isn’t there-

It shrugs at him.

“Then I’d tell you to make up your mind.”

A grin carves its way across where he thinks the thing’s face is, and it winks out, leaving him staring out the window. The open window. Right.

“Just remember that I’m here to stay, Jackie.”

#jackieboyman #jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #uhhhh welcome to. uh. #ai au #there is! lots of lore here! i will be writing more for it but if u want to know more just ask ig #also yes anti uses it/he pronouns it's still adjusting to this #anyways happy birthday jackie sorry that your new expensive technology #also hooked you up to an ai that wants you to help it destroy the company you work for and also hate #au tag

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finally safe for me to fall - chapter 3

hi! sorry this update is a little later in the day than usual, I've had a rough weekend! Enjoy the chapter!

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Summary: Eddie settles into his new home with the Harringtons.

Warnings for this chapter: Swearing

Words: 6k

It doesn’t take Eddie long to unpack his duffel bag. He hangs his shirts up with care, and folds his jeans and sticks them neatly into the top drawer of the dresser. He puts his socks and underwear in the next one over, and by then the duffel bag only holds a few cassettes, a sketchbook, and a lame gag gift a friend back home had given him. How embarrassing.

Eddie sits on the bed for a little while, trying to wrap his head around everything he’ll need to learn to be good at this job. All the ways he could fuck up taunt him somewhere in the dark corners of his mind, and he kindly tells those little voices to take a goddamn hike. He can do this. He doesn’t really have a choice.

He emerges from his room eventually, leaving his leather jacket and his boots behind. He feels a little awkward walking down the hall in such casual attire, in someone else’s house, but he forces himself into his fake-it-to-make-it persona. Technically, it’s his house too, now. He’s got every right to be here.

The little pep talk does nothing for him when he reaches the kitchen and finds Steve standing at the bar, his head bowed as he writes something. He’s got on a pair of glasses now, and Eddie’s throat closes a little bit at the sight. God, he’s gorgeous.

The twins spot him before Steve does, Ivy perking up from her spot on the floor across the room. “Eddie, can I show you my coloring page?” she asks excitedly, jumping up and waving a paper around above her head.

At the commotion, Steve glances up, smiling at Eddie. His eyes dart down, and Eddie isn’t sure if he’s imagining the subtle once-over he gives him. “Hey. Everything unpacked?” Steve asks.

Eddie nods, but turns around to answer the patient little girl first. “Sure, Ivy, let me see,” he meets her halfway, crouching down again and letting her explain why she chose this particular pink for the mermaid’s tail, but this particular pink for her hair.

When he glances up, Steve has a soft look on his face. He’s not quite smiling, but it’s close. “Alright, Ive,” he says gently. “Daddy needs to tell Eddie a few more things, so save your coloring sheet to show him later, okay?”

Ivy looks disappointed, but nods, going back to the coffee table. Eddie watches her poke at Jasmine’s paper, suggesting a color or something, and he can’t help how full his heart feels at the sight.

“They’re so excited to have someone else to show their things to,” Steve says, interrupting Eddie’s train of thought. Steve shrugs at him. “Rule one of children, they want to share everything with you.”

Eddie laughs. “Yeah, I see that.” He walks around the counter to peer down at whatever Steve was working on. “You said you had some more things to tell me?” he asks.

Steve nods, picking his pen back up. “Right. I’m jotting down some things so you’ll have like, a cheat sheet. School at seven-fifteen, pick them up at three, dance lessons on Thursdays, that sort of thing.”

Eddie nods. He leans forward, propping himself up on the counter with his arms as he watches Steve write. They’re close enough that he can smell that same, distinct Alpha smell, the bourbon-touched vanilla, and Eddie almost has to breathe through his mouth to look less like a sniffing freak.

“I’m leaving important phone numbers too- myself, Robin, their primary doctor, all that stuff.” Steve seems to think for a moment, chewing on the end of the pen absently. Eddie has to look away. “Oh, allergies. Neither of them can have strawberries, okay? They’ll break out in the worst way, and Jasmine even stopped breathing the last time she accidentally had one.”

That’s good to know, Eddie thinks. He never would’ve thought to ask about their allergies.

Steve glances at the list, seems to be pleased with it after a minute, and goes to pin it to the fridge using a magnet. “I’ll leave it here so it’s easier to refer to, okay?”

Eddie nods. He glances at the clock, sees that it’s almost time for dinner. “What time do you guys usually eat dinner?”

“Usually about six, since I like to try and get them in bed early.” Steve hesitates then. “There will probably be days where I’m not home by then, though, so you’ll have to go ahead and make their dinner. I’ll just eat later those nights, or grab something on my way home.”

Eddie isn’t sure why, but that makes him sad. The stupid omega part of his brain says that it’s not right for an alpha to not come home to a home-cooked meal to be shared with their family. He has to snap himself out of that train of thought quickly though, reminding himself firmly that he is not Steve’s omega, never will be.

“Alright,” Eddie says quietly.

“Girls? What are we feeling for dinner tonight?” Steve calls, glancing over at his daughters as he crosses his arms. He smiles when they both come bounding over, holding an arm out as Jasmine sidles up beside him, leaning against his leg.

“Can we have soup? And grilled cheese?” Ivy asks, climbing onto one of the barstools on the other side of the island. She’s not sitting on her bottom, and Eddie bites back the urge to correct her.

Luckily, he doesn’t have to. “Put your butt in that seat, missy, we don’t sit like wild animals in this house,” Steve says, pointing a finger at her.

She obeys, but grins, like she was just testing him. “Can we? Grilled cheese? Please?” She repeats, her voice getting higher and higher with each word.

Steve sighs, runs his fingers through Jasmine’s hair. “Does that sound okay with you, Jazz?”

Jasmine nods. “I guess so.”

“You have to eat the crusts if I make grilled cheese,” Steve adds, glancing between the two of them. “We’re not going to waste the bread just for you to nibble out of the middle and leave the best part.”

Ivy whines. Eddie has to bite his lip to hide his smile. “But Daddy,” she whines. “The crust is nasty!”

Eddie interjects then, shaking his head like he’d just heard something crazy. “I’m sorry, what? The crust is delicious! It’s got all the magic!”

Jasmine peeks up at him, looking intrigued. “Magic bread?” She asks.

Eddie grins. “Uh, yeah? Didn’t you know that eating the crust will make you grow big and strong?”

Ivy makes a disgusted noise. “I don’t wanna be big and strong,” she complains. “I wanna have mermaid hair.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “You’re not dyeing your hair, so let’s drop that one, okay?”

Ivy pouts. “Fine,” she said. She looks at Eddie then, squinting. “Is that your real hair?” She asks, sounding skeptical.

Eddie can’t help the snort that comes out of him. “Uh, yeah, as far as I’m aware.”

“Is it very long?” Jasmine asks, stepping away from Steve to look up at Eddie.

Shrugging, Eddie reaches up and tugs the hair tie out, his curls falling around his shoulders like they normally do. “It’s a little long,” he admits with a smirk when both of the girls look at him with dumbfounded expressions. Even Steve looks a little speechless.

“Wow,” Jasmine says. “It’s so curly,” she says, reaching her hand out like she wants to touch it.

Eddie crouches down and lets her do just that. “You wanna know why?” he asks, in a conspiratorial whisper. When the girl nods, he leans in and says, “it’s because I ate my crusts!”

Jasmine nods, like he’s already won her over, but Ivy still protests from the bar. “Daddy, is that true?” she demands.

Steve’s smiling when Eddie glances up at him. “Well, yeah. Eddie wouldn’t lie to you over something so serious, guys.” He glances down at him, and winks, the bastard. Eddie tries not to blush.

“Yup,” Eddie agrees. He stands, and feels his heart squeeze a little bit when Jasmine looks disappointed. He’s quick to come up with a compromise. “Do you guys know how to braid?” he asks the twins.

Ivy nods, but looks unsure. “Well… sorta. Daddy tried to teach us.” She gestures at her messy hair, and Eddie can’t help but laugh. “That’s how we end up with disasters like this.”

“Hey,” Steve protests weakly. His face is definitely a little pinker. “I tried my best.”

Eddie gives him a reassuring smile. “I’ll teach you guys how to braid later, and you can practice on my hair, okay?”

The twins nod excitedly, both of them chorusing their agreement. Eddie’s proud of himself for the easy bonding idea, reaching up to tie his hair back again before turning to Steve. Steve’s already looking right back at him. “So, soup?” he asks lightly, pretending having Steve’s eyes on him doesn’t make him nervous.

Steve seems to shake himself, but nods. “Yeah. Um… I’ll do soup if you’ll do the grilled cheese?” he asks.

Eddie smiles. He loves the idea of cooking together, a lot. “Sure,” he agrees. He goes over to the sink to wash his hands, pushing up the sleeves of his long-sleeve tee. He hears a gasp from across the bar, and glances up, a little startled. “What?” he asks, staring at Ivy, who is in turn, staring at Eddie’s arms.

“You have drawings!” the child squeals excitedly, practically climbing onto the counter to get a better look.

“Ivy Bryn, sit down,” Steve’s voice says from behind him. When Eddie glances back, he finds that Steve also looks slightly curious, but glances back to his daughter and gives her a look. “I mean it, get off the counter, missy.”

Ivy sighs, and sort of listens, crawling from one bar stool to another until she’s sitting in the one directly across from where Eddie is standing. “Where did you get them?” Ivy asks, studying the tattoos on Eddie’s arm.

“Oh, um…” He says, glancing down at them himself. “Just tattoo places.”

Jasmine tugs on his sleeve from beside him, so he moves his arm so she can see. “Wow,” she says softly, poking at the bats next to his elbow. “Pretty,” she observes sweetly.

Eddie smiles at her, rubs his hand over her hair. “Thanks, sweetheart,” he says. He turns his arm over so she can see the other one.

“What’s that one?” Ivy asks, leaning over the counter to look.

“Oh, it’s…” He glances at Steve, wondering if he should even bother explaining it. Steve shrugs, but nods like it’s okay. “It’s a puppet master’s hand, and his puppet is a demon.”

“Cool,” Jasmine whispers, her voice full of awe.

Eddie grins. “I know, right?” He dries his hands off on the towel beside the sink before turning to look for the bread.

“Here,” Steve says, handing it over. “Pan’s in the bottom drawer of the stove,” he says, gesturing to it as he goes to the fridge and starts pulling out butter and cheese. “Why’d you get those tattoos?” He asks, glancing at him over the fridge door.

It’s a simple enough question, but Eddie’s a little embarrassed of the answer. “Well, um… bats are my favorite animal,” he starts slowly. “And, um… I really like Metallica.”

Steve stares at him like he doesn’t understand the correlation. Dear god. “Oh,” he says, vaguely.

Eddie has to smile, shaking his head subtly as he takes the items out of Steve’s hands. “‘Master of Puppets’? Ever heard of it?” Eddie asks, thinking that it’ll for sure ring a bell.

Steve shakes his head, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry, no. Not really my wheelhouse.”

Eddie feigns a dramatic sigh. “It’s okay, not everyone can be cultured,” he teases.

It has the intended effect, and Steve’s head drops back in a loud laugh. “Right, of course,” he says, very obviously pretending to agree. He goes over to a cabinet and pulls two cans of tomato soup out, and Eddie tries not to show his surprise. He would’ve thought for sure that rich people made all their stuff from scratch, so he’s a little surprised to see the familiar Campbell’s can.

“Good choice,” Eddie says, nodding at it.

Steve smiles. “Thanks. It’s their favorite kind. I’m not a huge fan, but it’s edible enough.”

Eddie nods, watching butter sizzle in the pan he’s working with. “You know milk makes it taste better,” he offers.

“No shit?” Steve says, sounding surprised. “I don’t think I’ve ever put milk in it before.”

“Oh yeah, you’ve gotta put milk,” Eddie tells him emphatically. “Or even heavy cream, that makes it even better. Otherwise you’re just drinking ketchup, right?”

Steve wrinkles his nose, but laughs. “Yeah, you’re right. We’ll try that this time, then.”

It’s mostly quiet after that, the two of them moving around the kitchen, preparing dinner while the twins chat aimlessly at the counter behind them. Every now and then, Steve steps too close, brushes his arm against Eddies, does something that makes Eddie hold his breath. He knows none of it is intentional, of course, but that doesn’t make it feel any less electric. Eddie’s just glad he remembered to spritz himself with scent blockers that morning, or else this would probably be very embarrassing indeed.

When everything is finished, Steve goes through and pours soup into four bowls while Eddie cuts each grilled cheese sandwich diagonally, which personally, he thinks is the tastiest shape. They put the food in front of the girls, and Eddie smiles when they immediately say “thank you.” They’re such good kids.

“We’ve got coke, water, or wine,” Steve informs Eddie from where he stands at the fridge. He glances at him, his glasses shoved up into his hair, and Eddie can’t help but think how soft he looks.

“Oh, um. Water is fine,” Eddie finally says after just staring at him for a moment too long.

Steve nods and goes about making drinks for the girls. Eddie watches him poor little travel-sized Kool-aid pouches into their glasses, and he smiles. Steve must catch him, because he says, “I would’ve offered you this but I didn’t want to insult you with my child-based selection,” he jokes.

Eddie laughs, shakes his head. “Right. Yeah, I think I’ll just stick to water.” He walks around the kitchen island with his own bowl, taking the seat next to Jasmine. “Is it pretty good?” He asks, glancing at each of them in turn.

Jasmine gives him a thumbs-up, slurping her soup loudly. Ivy is dunking the edge of her grilled cheese into the soup, looking at the crust like she’s not sure it can be trusted. It makes Eddie giggle. “It’s not gonna bite you, love,” he tells her.

Ivy gives him a sheepish look. “I know,” she says. She bites into it, and apparently it’s not as bad as she expects, because she continues eating, half of her grilled cheese gone just like that.

Eddie smiles, catching Steve’s eye for a moment. “Not so bad, was it?” Steve asks, setting drinks down in front of the twins and going back for his and Eddie’s. He takes the seat at the opposite end of the bar, on the seat next to Ivy.

“I guess not,” Ivy shrugs, but sounds like she doesn’t want to admit that they were right. Eddie can relate to that.

They eat in relative silence, the twins asking Eddie questions every now and then.

“Where are you from?”

“How old are you?”

“Do you like princesses?”

“Do you have kids?”

“Why not?”

By the time those types of questions roll around, Eddie is a bit frazzled.

“That’s enough,” Steve interrupts when Ivy innocently asks Eddie why he doesn’t have children of his own. “It’s not appropriate to ask someone those kinds of questions, girls.”

“But, Daddy - “ Ivy tries to interrupt.

Steve cuts her off with a sharp look. “No. Finish your dinner quietly. I don’t want to hear you two asking Eddie that question again, got it?”

“Mr. Harrington…” Eddie starts, a little hurt on the twins’ behalf. They couldn’t help being curious.

Steve glances at him. “Steve,” he corrects.

Eddie feels his face flush. He will not be calling him that. “They’re not hurting anything,” he says quietly. “I don’t mind them asking.”

“Well, I do,” Steve says, giving Eddie a deadpan look. “It’s none of our business,” he says, glancing at each of the twins pointedly.

Eddie thinks maybe he’s missing something, but he’s not sure what it is.

“Sorry,” Jasmine says quietly from beside Eddie.

“Yeah, sorry,” Ivy repeats, poking at the last bit of grilled cheese on her plate.

Steve sighs. “Are you guys finished eating?” he asks. When they nod, he gestures to the hall. “Alright. Go put your pajamas on. We’ll watch a movie before bed, yeah?”

That perks them right back up, much to Eddie’s relief. He didn’t think he could stand to see them so disappointed for long. As soon as the room is empty once more, he stands, collecting dishes and sparing glances at Steve. Steve’s got his head in his hand, and looks the picture of exhaustion.

“Everything okay?” Eddie asks, timidly.

Steve glances up at him, and looks briefly embarrassed. “Oh, yeah. Just… tired, I guess.” Eddie can feel his eyes on him as he piles their dishes into the sink, but he pretends that he doesn’t. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Steve clears his throat. “So, your days off. We need to discuss that.”

“Oh… okay,” Eddie says.

“Since I work during the week, it’d be easier if I just let you have Saturday and Sunday, if that’s alright with you,” Steve says.

Eddie nods, glancing up at him as he starts running water into the sink. Steve hasn’t tried to stop him yet, so Eddie gives himself a mental high five, since clearly he’s doing something right. “That’s fine with me,” he says. “And honestly, just one day would be enough. Not like I’ve got anything else to do, anyway.”

Steve gives him an odd look. “No, I want you to have a life outside of this, Eddie. I know you’re new to the city, but I can recommend places for you to check out, and you could meet new people, make friends.” Steve shrugs, like it’s that easy.

Eddie bites his lip, but doesn’t correct him. “Okay,” he replies softly, scrubbing the bowls under the hot dishwater.

“And one more thing,” Steve says. His voice sounds a bit different, and Eddie is confused when he looks up and finds a sort of embarrassed expression on his face. “Um, your heat.”

Ah. That explains the embarrassment.

“Oh,” Eddie says. He feels awkward talking about it so casually with the man who is going to be paying his salary, but he supposes it’s inevitable. “I’m on suppressants. I haven’t had a heat in over a year.” He hopes that’s not too much oversharing, but surely given the scope of the question, it’s alright.

Steve nods. “Alright. And you think you’ll be on suppressants for the foreseeable future?” he asks.

“Um,” Eddie starts, unsure how to answer. “Probably?” He’s not sure why Steve is asking that. Typically, omegas are on heat suppressants until their alpha decides it’s time to have pups, although in that scenario, the suppressants are probably more of a precaution so there are no pre-mating accidents. Steve already knows Eddie’s certainty that he won’t be having children, and he has no alpha, so to him, it’s a silly question.

Steve only nods again, looking satisfied enough with the answer. “Well, if that changes, please let me know so I know what days I’ll have to make other arrangements for, okay?”

That sounds like a sensible request. Heats typically take up to a few days to pass, and it would certainly put Steve in a bind if he didn’t have childcare for that long.

“Sure,” Eddie says neutrally when he does finally answer.

Luckily they’re spared any more embarrassing heat talk by the sound of the twins returning, both of them dressed in Hello Kitty pajamas. They look adorable, of course.

“Did you brush your teeth?” Steve asks, turning to look at them. They nod, and his eyes narrow. Eddie smirks down at the dishes he’s almost finished washing. “Did you brush your hair?” He asks, glancing pointedly at Ivy, whose hair very obviously hasn’t been touched.

“Um…” She says, hesitating.

“If you give me a couple minutes, I’ll brush it,” Eddie says from the sink, smiling over at the girls. He glances at Steve then, a little sheepish. “If that’s okay?”

Steve smiles and nods at him. “Yeah, that’s fine with me. Go get your brushes, girls.”

They scurry out of the room once more, and Steve turns to look at Eddie. “I know they can do it on their own,” Eddie offers, feeling a little silly. He rinses the last cup, places it in the drainboard, and grabs the hand towel next to the sink. “I just like doing that sort of thing.”

“That’s okay,” Steve says, his voice soft. “I think it’s sweet. I usually insist that they take good care of their hair, and I can buy all the good products, but actually styling their hair? Forget it. It’s long and curly, and I’ve got no idea what to do with that.”

Eddie grins. “Well, as it turns out, I know a guy, so you’re in luck.”

Steve smiles at him, that same vague, soft thing that makes Eddie’s heart race a little. “Good,” he says. “They’ll be thrilled to have someone who knows what the hell they’re doing.”

The girls come bouncing back in then, and Eddie notices that each of them now have hair ties on their wrists, too. “Can you braid it?” Ivy asks excitedly, holding out her hairbrush first.

Eddie laughs at their enthusiasm, but nods. “Sure. Come on, let’s go sit down. Jasmine, you can watch me braid Ivy’s and she can watch me braid yours, and then you guys can practice on my hair, okay?”

The twins very vocally agree with that, and Eddie gives Steve a little grin as the twins lead him into the living room. Steve follows behind, turning the tv on and searching for a movie while Eddie gets situated on one end of the plush sofa, patting the spot in front of him for Ivy to come sit. They’re on the long sofa against the window, and this way, they’re actually fully facing the tv, not just the coffee table and kitchen, which Eddie thinks works out quite nicely.

“Alright, c’mere, Jazz. You’ve gotta stand over here to see what I’m doing,” Eddie instructs.

Jasmine dutifully comes to his side, and he scooches over as far as he can so she can sit right next to his hip. He talks quietly to them as he takes Ivy’s hair out of the bun, explaining to them that curly hair should be combed while it’s wet, but never brushed while it’s dry unless it’s being braided or something. “You don’t want it to be frizzy, okay?”

They both nod, and Eddie smiles at how raptly they seem to be paying attention. He pretends he doesn’t feel Steve watching them from the armchair next to the sofa, but his presence is there, loud in the silence that radiates from where he sits. He’s turned on some film that Eddie can’t remember the name of, and he’s pretty positive none of them are paying attention to it.

He brushes Ivy’s hair softly, starting at the ends and detangling upwards slowly. At one point he brushes through a hidden tangle, and she yelps. “Oh, I’m sorry, honey,” Eddie says, immediately leaning in and kissing the spot on her head where he’d yanked her hair, petting over it like that’ll ease the sting. “I didn’t even see that tangle. I’m so sorry.”

“‘S okay,” Ivy says, shrugging like it didn’t bother her at all.

“They’re not tender-headed, are they?” Eddie asks, turning to glance at Steve.

Steve waves his hand in a noncommittal “sort-of” gesture. “Eh, not too bad. Jazz is a little more touchy about it, though.”

Eddie nods. He finishes brushing Ivy’s hair, handing her the brush to hold as he starts the braid. “Okay, this is just a regular braid, okay? I’ll show you how to French braid when we get good at the regular one, alright?”

Jasmine nods, watching Eddie section the hair before he starts twisting it. “So you start with three… and you’re just going over the middle, over the middle, over the middle…” Eddie says as he slowly demonstrates. “You just keep doing that all the way down, okay?”

“Okay,” Jasmine says. She leans against Eddie’s side as she watches, and his heart grows warm at the gentle affection. He can already tell he’s getting attached to these kids. God, and it’s only day one.

He finishes Ivy’s hair within a few minutes, letting Jasmine help with the last couple of plaits before tying it off. “Good job, honey. Now, swap places so Ivy can see how to do it.”

Jasmine agrees quickly, and Ivy slides off the sofa, pulling her braid around to look at it with a big smile. “Daddy, look at my braid!” she says excitedly, turning her back to Steve so he can admire it.

“It’s really nice, lovebug. Make sure you tell Eddie thank you, yeah?” Steve says. Eddie glances at him, and his heart skips a beat at the sight of him leaning back in his chair, his ankle crossed over his knee as he watches them. They share a smile, and Eddie pats the space in front of him for Jasmine to occupy.

“Thanks,” Ivy says as she comes to sit beside Eddie, taking Jasmine’s spot. She leans her head against Eddie’s arm, and he can’t help the smile on his face.

“You’re so welcome, sweetness. Now let me show you how you do it.” He brushes Jasmine’s hair very carefully, and luckily this time, there are no accidental tugs. He separates the hair out, just like he did with Ivy’s, and explains the process to her, slowly plaiting it as he talks.

A movement out of the corner of his eye startles him and he glances back to see Steve leaning closer, watching Eddie’s hands to see what he’s doing. When Eddie smiles at him, Steve shrugs sheepishly. “I kind of want to learn, too,” he admits.

Eddie grins. “C’mere, it’s pretty easy.”

To his surprise, Steve does move closer, coming to sit on the arm of the sofa Eddie’s back is up against. He can feel the heat of his thigh pressing against his back, and he pretends that he feels very normal about that.

“So, uh,” he says, stuttering a bit. “You just start with the three sections, and take one on either side and go over the one in the middle.”

“Does it matter which side you start on?” Steve asks.

Eddie shakes his head. “No, I usually start on the right out of habit, but it doesn’t really make a difference.”

He thinks he feels a hand touch his hair briefly, but the pressure is so fleeting that he could have very well imagined it. He imagines Steve taking the hair tie out, running his hands through Eddie’s curls, and it almost makes him squirm. God, he’d love that.

He finishes up Jasmine’s braid the same way he did Ivy’s, letting Ivy take over the last couple of plaits before tying it off.

“Alright, are we ready to practice on our real-life mannequin?” Eddie asks with a grin, shaking Jasmine’s shoulders playfully as he glances over at Ivy. They both nod, and Eddie smiles, patting Jasmine’s back so she’ll scoot down the sofa so he can resettle. “Alright, one on each side, I’ll part my hair and you guys can just freaking - go to town,” he says playfully, reaching up and pulling his hair tie out. He does a rough middle part with his fingers, and then, almost as an afterthought, he parts a small section out of the front, almost like he’s pulling his hair to cut more bangs, and holds it in his hand.

“Remember, three sections, over the middle,” Eddie reminds them as he settles. “Go for it.”

As soon as he gives the go-ahead, he feels them grab for his hair, dividing it the best they can. He peeks up at Steve, who’s still watching him from his perch on the arm of the sofa. He’s got the softest smile on his face, and all Eddie can think is cute, cute, cute.

He waves his little handful of hair at Steve. “C’mere, I saved some for you too.”

Steve looks a little surprised at that. “Oh,” he says, his voice sort of high and light. Eddie halfway expects him to decline, but instead, he moves to sit on the low coffee table, scooting forward so that they’re almost touching knees. He grins at Eddie, or at least Eddie thinks that’s what he’s doing, from what little he can see of him through the forest of hair. “You look a bit like Cousin It,” Steve teases.

Eddie snorts. “You do too, from this side,” he jokes.

Steve is definitely smiling as he reaches out, taking the hair gently out of Eddie’s hand, his fingers brushing his knuckles lightly, accidentally.

“Three sections,” Eddie says softly. His voice sounds sort of funny, and he realizes that he can sort of hear his blood rushing to his head, his heart beating incredibly too fast for the situation they’re in. This is so embarrassing, he thinks vaguely, trying to focus on the twins on either side of him rather than their father, who’s practically staring into his soul not a foot away from his face.

“Over the middle,” Steve says quietly, almost to himself. “Am I doing this right?” He asks, sounding skeptical.

Eddie nearly has to cross his eyes to see. “It looks fine to me,” he says with a little shrug. He glances at his left, then his right. “How are we doing, kiddos?”

“Mine looks funny,” Ivy announces, her voice full of glee, like the idea of making Eddie look ridiculous pleases her greatly.

Eddie rolls his eyes, and Steve has a matching look of fond exasperation. “Then you’re probably not doing something right,” Steve chastises her gently.

“I think mine is right,” Jasmine offers on Eddie’s right side. He tries to glance at the braid she’s creating, but he can’t see much of anything with his hair pulled into all these different directions.

“I’m sure it’s fine, hon. I’m sure they all are.” He smirks underneath his curtain of hair covering his face. “Well, except your dad’s. I don’t know how he’s doing,” he says in a stage whisper.

The girls giggle, but the jibe earns him a little tug from the man in question. And of course, because Eddie is some kind of degenerate heathen, it nearly makes him moan. Good god. “Hey, I’m trying, here,” Steve protests. “And they have more hair than I do, at least I’ve only got a little bit I can mess up.”

Eddie laughs, and hopes it doesn’t sound hoarse. “That just means it should be easier for you!” he taunts.

Steve just shakes his head, tsking, but when he finishes, it actually doesn’t look half bad. He lifts the little plait up so he can see Eddie’s face, grinning at him widely. “Oh, there you are,” he jokes.

“Here I am,” Eddie chirps back. He couldn’t stop smiling if he fucking tried. God this little family is the cutest. He’s so fucking screwed.

The twins finish theirs, showing them off proudly. Jasmine’s looks the best, but Ivy’s attempt definitely has… character. They have a good laugh over it all, and eventually, Steve announces it’s time for bed. The twins complain that they haven’t gotten to watch a movie, but Steve scoffs.

“Sure you did. You got to watch, and star in, Barbie Makeover: Eddie Edition. That’s more than enough entertainment for a night,” he says.

Eddie giggles at that.

“Alright, come on. Time for bed, sleepyheads. School tomorrow, so we’re not staying up late. Let’s go,” Steve says, standing up after giving his attempted braid one last friendly tug. Eddie’s glad his face is partially hidden.

“Can Eddie tuck us in too?” Jasmine asks as she follows Steve down the hall. Eddie follows a bit slower, trying to undo the braids and put his hair back in a more manageable state. Ivy is somewhere in front of him, humming and playing with her own braid.

“Sure,” Steve says. He glances back at Eddie, grinning at the madness of him still untangling that final braid. “It’s a good look, Eddie,” he says with a shit-eating grin.

Eddie tries to return it with something vaguely sarcastic. “Sure,” he mocks. He finally manages to shove all his hair out of his face and back onto his shoulders, but he knows it’s probably frizzy as hell now. Oh well.

Steve flicks the light in the twins’ room on, going over to flick on a night light and grab a book from the short bookcase next to the window. “Alright, let’s read Amelia Bedelia tonight, sound good?”

Ivy and Jasmine agree easily enough, and Eddie sort of hangs back, watching as they each climb into a bed, both of them pulling a stuffed animal close to them. It’s sweet.

“Eddie, come read too,” Ivy says, patting her bed on the other side of where Steve has just sat.

Steve glances at him with a smile, nodding his head to indicate he should do just that. So he does, going to sit down on the opposite side, but then he glances over at Jasmine, her bed close, but still looking alone. Luckily, he doesn’t have to feel bad for long, because then Steve is saying, “C’mere, sweetheart, come sit with us while we read our book.”

Jasmine smiles, sliding out from under her covers and joining them on Ivy’s bed immediately, snuggling in for a bedtime story.

Eddie listens as Steve begins reading, and his eyes flicker between the three of them, cataloging every single shift in their voices and expressions, watching as the twins grow sleepier and sleepier, Steve’s voice becoming lower and lower. It’s almost making Eddie sleepy, and he has to stop himself from leaning against Steve’s back.

Eventually, the twins are asleep, the book is put away, a sleeping Jasmine is returned to her own bed, and the door is pulled almost-shut behind them as they leave the room.

“So, first day?” Steve says quietly as they hesitate in the corridor. “Do you think you’ll be okay to be with them on your own tomorrow, when they get out of school?”

Eddie nods, an easy smile on his face. “Yeah, I think we’re going to be just fine.”

Steve smiles, and Eddie notices some tension visibly leaving his shoulders. “Great. They really like you, Eddie. You really hit it off with them.”

Eddie preens at the praise. “Good. I think they’re great, I can’t imagine having any better kids to nanny for, honestly.” He hesitates before reaching out and touching Steve’s wrist, saying softly, “I think you’re doing a great job with them.”

Steve’s smile twitches, and an emotion deeper than just joy flashes across his face for a split second. He presses his wrist into the touch for a second before pulling away. “Thank you. That… that means a lot.”

“Of course,” Eddie nods. He realizes this is where their conversation needs to end. “Um, goodnight, I guess. I’ll see you in the morning?”

Steve nods. “Yep, bright and early. Get some rest, Eddie.”

“Yeah. Goodnight.”

“Night.”

Eddie sleeps easy that night, easier than he has in years, probably.

#steddie #steve harrington and eddie munson #alpha steve harrington #omega eddie munson #alpha beta omega dynamics #omegaverse #babysitter eddie munson #single dad steve harrington #original Harrington children #finally safe for me to fall #eddie munson #steve harrington

[faeryarchives]

hi hi! i saw your post and welcome to tumblr i hope you have a good time here! if you don't mind can i request a headcanon about a hutao like reader with scarabia duo and floyd? thank you very much <33

hi anon ~ thank you for the welcome >< i don't know if its gn reader or fem reader so i just wrote a fem!reader hope you enjoy !!

scarabia boys + floyd leech with a hutao-like fem!reader!

the mischievous and playful director of a funeral parlor in her previous world that she took over at a rather young age

: ̗̀➛ kalim al-asim

during the entrance ceremony's chaos, kalim was shocked but also amazed to see how you used your spear like weapon - covering it with fire and ran to try and capture grim.

to find out that you became a student in nrc along with grim, boy he was so glad he will get to see you again!

in his mind, the dorm leader was like 'hey! (name) seems fun, i should invite her to our welcome party!' only to be offered by funeral services making jamil alert around her.

"oya oya? aren't you the dorm leader from scarabia? we have a buy one funeral get one free coupons right now, perhaps you want to avail?"

"fuu-nya?! henchman are you crazy?!"

"i don't really get it but sure!"

"kalim no-"

with you around, kalim has never been bored ever since! he loves listening to your stories about being the 77th funeral parlor director back in your world - he could see how you were very serious in job despite being known as a troublemaker.

"lemme show you some fire tricks. first... fire! and then... whoosh! fire butterfly! be free!"

his eyes practically shining when you showed him some of your skills in helping to fight off some monsters.

and he witness it first hand when an assassin suddenly appeared behind kalim. maybe the assassin thought that the dorm leader should be an easy target now because his trusty vice dorm leader was not around. the assassin was dead wrong when you hit him with a blazing spirit - knocking him out in a minute.

there was a time you tried teaching him how to wield your polearm but ... lets just say jamil made you stay away 7 ft away from the scarabia dorm leader.

: ̗̀➛ jamil viper

to be honest, jamil thought that you were just like the other students but boy he was dead wrong. especially when he saw you beat up the assassin that appeared when he wasn't around kalim.

like oh, you weren't so normal at all! he once thought of sometimes leaving kalim in your care while he take care of some chores. but jamil erased that idea when the two of you almost burned down the kitchen

even though the vice dorm leader thought that when the two of you became a little bit closer, you would exclude him from your pranks. but unfortunately he isn't.

"jamil look! i found something earlier ~"

"(name) i am busy cleaning right now come back late- is that a beetle?!"

"look at this little creature isn't he cute?"

"get that away from me or else!"

"nah i'm naming him jamil junior!"

"(name)!"

the longer the two of you hang out the more jamil realized that he could relate to her in some way. like despite how people view you in a negative way back in your world, you still uphold your responsibility as the funeral parlor director

other than your blunt and factual nature, he really appreciate it when you sometimes offered him to take a break and take care of kalim in his stead but knowing how the two of you often find a way to attract trouble he would pass on that offer.

what he will accept was scheming with you during school activities. your classmates know that having the viper and funeral parlor director team up with each other would end up with a flawless victory

congratulations! you just gain the trust of the vice dorm leader of scarabia.

: ̗̀➛ floyd leech

letting you hang out with floyd became azul's 13th reason why

there was not a day where you two are not chasing riddle around the campus just to poke at his red hair and cheeks which cause the heartslabyul dorm leader to always stick next to trey and cater as much as possible.

the synergy between you and the leech twins were so perfect that azul always tasked them to fetch the students who didn't got to complete the contract and this trio became nrc's nightmare.

"hello there. you must already know why we are here right?"

"ne ne jade, shrimpy. they look so small and annoying. i want to squeeze them!"

"o-ya? o-ya-ya-ya? one client, two clients, three clients! do you want to avail three coupons for our funeral service?"

"s-services for what?!"

"oya, they fainted."

you two just love pranking your peers - especially grim by giving him a spicy can of tuna instead of his regular ones making the cat complain the whole day.

sending memes and going out at 2 am are normal for these two because you might never expect who or what you will witness when everybody is asleep.

"psst floyd isn't that tsunotarou? who is he talking to?"

"let me see ... it's sea lion!!"

"leona?!"

yeah you never ran out of interesting things to talk with azul, grim and jade with your night escapades.

#twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland #twst scenarios #twst imagines #jamil viper #kalim al asim #floyd leech #jamil viper x reader #kalim al asim x reader #floyd leech x reader #faeryarchives

[avenging-fandoms]

especially if you were a kook too !!!! bro he'd be so smitten for you it'd be adorable to see. his lockscreen on his phone would be you, he'd also have this specific helmet for you on his bike too 😭 pls he'd honestly get high or drunk one day and convince you and him to get your initials tattooed on each other.

jj checked the time on his phone, smiling as he saw the picture of you with your helmet on as his lockscreen. the screen went dark and jj turned it on again to look at the picture.

jj had gotten you your own helmet for when he took you for rides on his bike, the back having the date you two started dating. it was a shiny black, with ‘P4L’ carved on one side, and jj and your’s initials. you wore it every time you went on a ride, and jj always took your picture in it.

a twig snapped and jj turned his head, smiling and jumping down as he saw you walking towards his house. he jogged over to you and picked you up, spinning on the ball of his feet a little bit and kissing your cheek. “hi jj, i missed you” you held his face and kissed him, fingers running down the toned muscle of his arms.

“i’ve missed you too. i can’t tell you how many times i’ve looked at my lockscreen over the past 3 days” you furrowed your eyebrows as you didn’t know what his lock screen was, but you blushed once you saw yourself.

“how did i get so lucky to find you, jj?” you smile, kissing him before you two headed to the porch. jj sat down on the chair and you sat on his lap, arms around his neck and his hand on your thigh.

“didn’t you find me washed up on the beach after i crashed?” jj asked and you groan, shaking your head.

“worst day of my life. i thought i found a dead body” jj laughed and you watched as he packed a bowl. “did you do anything fun while i was gone?”

“not really. rode the waves a bit, but really i just sat here missing you” you smile and kiss him softly before he took a hit of the bowl. he then held it to your lips, smiling as you inhale. “how was your trip?”

“awful. you know how the cameron’s are. i hate that my dad is ward’s best friend. means i have to spend time with rafe”

“did he say anything this time?” jj asked monotone, taking another hit and looking out to the ocean. your silence said it all, and he shook his head. "what did he say?"

"it's not important, jj" your hand rubbed his chest, jj's jaw clenching. "hey," you held his chin and turned his face so he would look at you. "i love you, jj. i don't care what anyone says, i want you" you smile, leaning forward and kissing his nose.

"i love you too" he mumbled, lighting the bowl again and holding it to your lips, the both of you laughing as you coughed a bit. "you're so cute, baby"

--

you and jj sat on the steps of the porch, leaning on each other as you both giggled until your stomachs hurt. you laid your head in his lap, looking up at him. jj looked down at you and you held the back of his neck, pulling down to kiss you.

"would you ever get a tattoo?" jj asked and pulled away to look at you. you look him up and down and nod, playing with his tank top. "would you get my initials tattooed on you on your ankle?"

"what?!" you laugh and sit up, looking at him. "a tattoo? of you?!"

"not my face, just my initials!" jj smiled and you chuckle, leaning against him. "i'd get your initals"

"bullshit" jj got up and went and grabbed his stick and poke, sitting back down next to you. he crossed his ankle on his knee, dabbing the needle in the ink and looking at you with a smile. “jj..” he started to poke his skin and you gasp, watching as he tattooed your initials into his skin. he finished and looked at you with a smile, you jumping on his and kissing him. “you’re fucking crazy, you know that?!” you hold his face and smile, kissing him. “i love you” your lips moved slow against his, scratching down his jaw. “do it”

“what?” jj mumbled against your lips and you sat next to him, putting the opposite ankle jj did on his lap. jj smiled and kissed your skin, cleaning the needle and your skin before poking. you gasp and grip his bicep, biting your lip and shrieking. “you’re doing so good, baby. good job”

you panted and laid back against the porch, arm over your eyes and you tried not to focus on the pain. “almost done, good girl, you’re doing amazing” you smile at his praise, holding onto his arm as he finished. “done” you let out a breath and sat up, smiling at ‘J.J.M’ poked in black ink in your skin.

“i love it” you smile, sitting in his lap again and holding his face, brushing his hair back and kissing him slowly. “i love you jj. forever. clearly” you chuckle and he laughs, rubbing your hips.

“i love you more" jj kissed your nose, laughing. "i can't believe we just tattooed ourselves our initials"

"i can, you're fucking insane, pogue"

"and you need to learn to live a little, kook" he winked, kissing you again and picking you up as he took you inside.

maybe it was a dumb idea, getting each other's initials tattooed. maybe you two would break up one day. but every time you looked at the tattoo, you're reminded of the boy who loved you for who you are and not for where you came from.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x kook!reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank blurbs #jj maybank fic #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank fluff #outer banks #obx #rudy pankow

[starbuckie]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N. 

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

-

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday. 

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

-

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine? 

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day. 

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs. 

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin. 

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

-

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.” 

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray. 

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together. 

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction. 

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization. 

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch. 

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else. 

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her- 

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where. 

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?” 

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body. 

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches. 

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh. 

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure. 

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night. 

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts. 

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers. 

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts. 

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.  

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more. 

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade. 

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving. 

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten. 

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight. 

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore. 

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway. 

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom. 

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes. 

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal. 

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex. 

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips. 

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass. 

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out. 

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed. 

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door. 

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation. 

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move. 

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go. 

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

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Calling Home (5) | Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: You are a receptionist at the VA. Frankie Morales keeps calling. Yearning ensues…

Rating: E (18+ only)

Warnings: age gap (legal), dilf!frankie, praise kink, voice kink, size kink, low self esteem, discussion of addiction/ptsd/trauma/triggers, divorce drama, no use of y/n, no beta reader, DDLG🎀, unprotected piv sex, oral m and oral f, hickies galore👅, mild BDSM (cuffs⛓, choking).

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AN: Whatta ride... but all things come to an end🥺. i'm blown away by the support for this fic. Thank you all 💕.

Chapter Five

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Frankie had his own mental list of stuff he needed to do before you would arrive. He dunged out his closet to make room for your clothes. It was long overdue. He had a lot of things he didn’t wear anymore that needed to go. He went out and bought some more plates and silverware since his two plates and Rosie’s plastic plates would not do. He no longer looked around his home with a sense of loneliness, now he pictured all the places you could fit in. He could see you reading by the window in the living room so he bought a comfy new chair to put there. He noticed your small plant collection in your apartment and thought you’d maybe like a bigger one in the back yard so he bought a planter box.

He was reading your novel, titled Our Little Kingdom, while your candle burned. You didn't give it to him at first. While you were in the bathroom and Frankie washed your dishes, he noticed a stack of papers poking out in the trash. It was your manuscript. When you came back and saw him reading it you tried to take it back but Frankie insisted and you caved. It was good. Frankie wasn't just saying that because he loved you. He could see how great writers had influenced you and still it was uniquely your voice. The story, too, was compelling. He couldn't help but imagine you as the protagonist as she was just as sweet and clever.

You were making good progress on your list. You had put in your two weeks notice and started to applying to jobs in Miami. You enjoyed working with veterans so you hoped you could do something similar again. As two weeks went by you were disappointed you still hadn't heard back from job interviews. Packing was a little more difficult. You didn’t know what was worth taking and what was worth leaving. You knew Frankie had most everything already so it was a matter of picking your most special things. The rest you were slowing taking to Goodwill in batches.

You had completely forgotten you sent your book in to publishers until a flurry of emails came in on the same day.

Frankie woke up in the middle of the night to his phone ringing. He sat up pulling the phone towards him. It was you. Why would you be calling so late? Maybe something was wrong?

“Frankie?” You sounded congested. He heard a sniffle. Frankie furrowed his brow at that.

“Hey. Is everything all right?”

“ They-they-“ you could barely get it out “they rejected me.”

“Who?”

“All of them. All of the book agencies.” You threw yourself onto your bed, hot tears running down your face.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry, sweet pea.” Frankie didn’t know whether to be sad or angry. He thought your book was amazing. He sat up and flicked on the bedside lamp. “They’re idiots. Every one of them.”

“They’re experts, Frankie.” You felt more tears leak from your eyes. “Maybe I’m just not a good writer. Maybe-Maybe-" You hiccuped and low cry slipped from your mouth. You covered your mouth, taking in raking breaths. It was agony to admit this to him when he believed in you most. You felt like you had let him down. Frankie's heart literally ached in his chest as he listened to your quiet weeping over the phone. He waited for you to continue, feeling his own eyes grow misty.

“Don’t disappear on me, little pea. Let me hear that voice of yours.”

You were unable to speak. Scared of what may come out. You felt like your walls were closing in around you and mocking you. How did you ever think you could be a writer like all your favorite authors? You were so stupid, you thought.

“I let you down.” You said shakily.

“No no no, little pea.” Frankie said quickly. “You could never let me down. I don’t need to a book agent to tell me you’re a good writer. I know you’re writing is beautiful and perfect. Just like you.”

His praise caused another wave of tears from you.

“Daddy…” You bawled.

“I hear you, baby.” Frankie heard his own voice shake with emotion. He never hated the distance more than he did in this moment. He needed to wrap you up in his arms. “Close your eyes, sweet pea. Use that big imagination of yours. Pretend I’m there with you.”

“Imagination isn’t good enough, daddy.” You blubbered, fat tears slipping from your eyes.

“I know, baby.” Frankie’s heart was breaking. “But try for me okay?”

You clamped your eyes shut and tried to focus in on his breathing on the other end of the phone. Frankie did the same, closing his eyes.

“Good, sweet pea. Focus on daddy.” He wished he was there to comfort you, wrap you up in his arms and shield you from the cruel cruel world. “I’m next to you. I’m holding you so tight.”

“Hold me tighter!” You begged holding your pillow pet to your chest.

“Okay. I just did.” Frankie whispered closing his eyes as if it would be more real. “Feel that?”

“Yeah…” A moment went by as you steadied your breathing. Tears eventually stopped falling, drying against your cheeks. Frankie’s steady breathing anchored you.

“I loved your book. It was really really good. And fuck it, I’ll publish it myself.” Frankie couldn't help but raise his voice.

“Silly.” You sniffled.

“I’m serious, sweet pea. Who needs those stuck up assholes.”

“Hmm yeah, you’re right.” You agreed, voice softening with sleepiness. You pushed your face into your pillow. You could still smell Frankie if you really focused. "I miss you, Frankie."

"I miss you, too."

"I still haven't heard from any jobs. And- maybe I'm just not good enough and-" You felt more tears fill your eyes.

"Shhh shhh" Frankie interrupted "Listen to me. You are the best. The right thing will turn up i'm sure of it."

"But it's the only thing left on the list!"

"I know..." Frankie pulled over your copy of the list that you wrote for him. He had crossed things off as you reported to him. "Let's see if they get back to you tomorrow." Maybe he was being too hard on you, making you get a job first. He only wanted to put it on there to give you some independence over the move. He didn't want you to feel like you had nothing to do once you got here.

Frankie waited until your breathing evened out. He called your name quietly. When he got no response he assumed you fell asleep. He didn’t want to hang up. He missed you so fucking much and he felt helpless.

When he woke up the next morning, he said goodbye to Rosalia as usual, called in sick, and started driving north. Fuck the list. You were coming home with him now.

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Of course Frankie called you telling you he was on his way. You felt bad for making him miss work but your excitement overpowered any guilt. You set a timer for 14 hours and started packing with new energy. Your eyes were still puffy from your tears last night. But you repeated what Frankie said like a mantra. Who needs those stuck up assholes. There were tons of ways to self publish nowadays. It didn’t have to be through a publishing house.

When you ran out of things to clean up and pack, you watched out the window waiting to see Frankie’s blue pick up. You had changed into sleep shorts and a t shirt. While you had a plan to dress more sexy you ended up accidentally packing that surprise in one of the boxes earlier today. It was getting dark when Frankie finally pulled up. He looked exhausted but still… Frankie. He was wearing his favorite hat and grey t shirt. You ran down to the street to meet him. He’s pulling empty boxes from the bed of the truck when he sees you sprinting towards him.

“Sweet pea!” He smiled as you launched yourself into his arms. “Oof.” You buried you face in his shirt inhaling his scent. He rubbed your back affectionately enjoying having you back in his arms. “Aw… it’s okay. It’s okay now.” He murmured when he heard you sniffle. He oddly felt his chest swell with pride at how much you missed him. He never had to worry about how you felt about him. He peeled your head off him by stroking your head. You looked up at him with a watery smile. “You ready to blow this popsicle stand?”

You snickered at his dad phases. “I’m ready. Well… I still have some stuff I need to pack up. Too heavy.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” Frankie kissed you chastely. You pulled him in for more though, fisting his shirt in your hands. “Mmm no no. Work first. Play later.” Frankie pulled back. You pouted but have to agree with his logic. The faster you packed the faster you could leave.

Back in your apartment Frankie got to work taking apart your bed and dresser. You finished packing your clothes and dusting.

“Hey what’s this? It was under the bed.” Frankie walked over holding a gift bag with pink tissue paper sticking up.

“Oh…” You quickly grabbed it away. “That’s supposed to be a surprise. For Rosie.”

“You got her a present?” Frankie was touched by your thoughtfulness.

“Yeah I mean… I figured it might make her like me more.”

“She already likes you, but she can never have too many toys.” Frankie stepped further into your space. You realize at that moment how sweaty he was from moving all the furniture. It was so late at night and you were both exhausted but the sudden rush of his thicker smell made you feel wide awake. “Can I see what you got her?”

You handed the package back over, watching him gingerly move the tissue paper to the side. His eyes softened when he saw the pink unicorn pillow pet sitting in the bag. A mini version of yours.

“Am I too presumptuous making us matching? I don’t know if she likes unicorns and-" Frankie cut you off, dropping the bag and kissing you up against the wall. He wasn't even sure what part of that turned him on, just your sweetness and wanting to be a part of his family. He held your face in his hands, his grip forcing your mouth open. You felt yourself start to grow wet. You loved when he just went caveman on you. Sometimes he didn’t have the words to express how much he loved you so he reverted to touch; to deep kisses and deep thrusts. His hands trailed down your exposed legs so he could lift you up on his hips. You held onto his shoulders as he swung you around. The bed was gone, the couch was gone.

"Fuck. Hang on."

You laughed as he ran you out to the kitchen to set you down on the counter. You pawed at his pants trying to undo his belt, but Frankie was faster, unhooking your bra from under your shirt and then pulling your shirt over your head. He took your hand and placed it over his large bulge between his legs.

“Feel what you do to me…” He gritted through his teeth his chest rising and falling sharply.


“Frankie- oh my god-please let me” You pulled he belt loose. At first he stops you. “I didn’t get to last time. Please?” He bit his lip considering your plea. He really just wanted to give and give and give to you. But he had been mean last time, not letting you touch his cock. So this time he doesn’t stop you as you unbutton his pants and pull him out of his boxers. You licked your lips as his cock fell into your hand, curving up towards you.

You hopped off the counter, getting onto your knees before him. “Take off your shirt… please?” He obliged. You kissed down his belly feeling it tighten against your lips. He watched you with fire in his eyes, his mouth slightly parted. You pushed the rest of his pants and boxers down. You stroked him slowly with both hands.

“You have to tell me what you like…” You held his cock and licked a long stripe from the base to the head making him moan weakly. You repeat the motion adding a few kitten licks at the end, lapping up the stray drops of salty precum. Frankie was struggling to think let alone speak. He gripped the countertop above you, his other hand going to the back of your head.

“Just- go slow.” You followed his instructions, slowly taking his length in your mouth. “Good-good girl.” He clenched his jaw staring down at the sight. Your hot mouth felt like heaven and your innocent eyes staring up at him was just the cherry on top. You took his dick as far as you could before you choked lightly. You were by no means an expert at giving blowjobs but you were frustrated you couldn't go further. Your jaw was already aching from his girth.

“Mm don’t hurt yourself, baby.” He hissed unable to hold his hips still, he jerked a little against you making you whine. “Come back up, remember to breathe.”

You slowly pulled off his cock before going down again. Frankie’s hand on your head gently guided you so you didn’t hurt your throat. You added suction, applying pressure on the underside of his cock. You started to find what he liked based on his sounds. You still couldn’t take him all the way in your mouth, tears gathered in corner of your eyes from the effort. Your hand pumped the rest that wouldn’t fit.

“Oh fuck.” Frankie gasped his hips jerking again making his cock slide back into your mouth. You moved one of your hands to his hips looking up at him to say it was okay. “Are you-you want me to fuck your mouth, sweet pea?” You nodded eagerly. You put one of you hands on his length where he wouldn’t fit. He gathered up some of your hair in a makeshift ponytail and slowly thrust into your mouth. Like he always did, he waited for you to nod and give him the okay. When you did, he couldn’t help the growl that left his throat. Drool leaked from your mouth onto your chest as he sped up using your head more forcefully. You were sure you had soaked through your panties. It turned you on so much to see him take control, use you for his pleasure, but still his grip on you was firm and gentle. Every grunt went straight to your pussy. “Such a good girl letting me use this hole, too.” He rasped. “You’re crying around my cock.”

“Mmhm” You hummed around his dick making him groan. He was close. He was battering the back of your throat. You could recognize the furrowed brow and the tightening of his balls. You intensified your ministrations.

“Good girl, good-I’m gonna cum in your little mouth.” He pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop. “Stick out your tongue, sweet pea.” He ordered. You obeyed, watching greedily as he fisted himself harshly the tip of his cock hitting your tongue. You placed your hands on either side of his tummy, anticipating his load. His chest was flush and his eyes were fluttering shut. When he came he yanked your head up harshly as cum splashed onto your tongue. You loved this perspective, watching his face contort with pleasure. You tried to take every drop but some dripped down your chin. “Swallow.” Frankie ordered roughly still maintaining his grip on your head. You swallowed, his warm cum sliding down your throat.

“Thank you, daddy.” You smiled up at him, wiping some of the stray cum off your chin. He let go of your hair, now stroking your head then your jaw. “Did I do well?”

“So good.” He chuckled and helped you stand, his breath still ragged. You squirmed pressing your thighs together. The move not missed by Frankie. “Did sucking my cock make you wet, sweet pea?”

You nodded shyly before saying “It’s okay though. You don’t have to-it’s late and we have a long drive tomorrow.”

“You’re always looking out for me but what kind of man would I be if I left you all needy. But you have to ask for it, sweet pea.”

“I kinda just want your mouth if that’s okay?” You asked feeling too tired for a full round of sex.

“Of course.” Frankie smiled. “Your mattress is still in the bedroom.” He led you in and helped settle you on the center of the mattress. He pulled your shorts and underwear off, staring at your slick reddened pussy. "You soaked your little panties, sweet pea. Did you touch your little flower while I was gone?" Frankie asked, pulling apart your legs.

"I-I tried to. But it wasn't the same."

"How come, little pea?" His patronizing tone had your cunt clenching. He was teasing you.

"It wasn't your fingers. I needed you." You huffed, trying to push his head down onto you.

"Mmm poor thing." Frankie chuckled, the rich sound giving you goosebumps. He felt his cock start to harden again despite you just sucked the soul out of him moments ago. He slowly licked up your slit moaning at the taste of you. Your head tipped back as he he slowly inserted a finger into you. "Eyes on me." He instructed. You forced your head back down so you could make eye contact. "Play with your tits for me." You obeyed, squeezing the flesh in your hand. He returned to his task, taking your clit in between his lips, quickly escalating your climax. Your hands never stood a chance. He inserted a second finger, curling it against you. They were so thick and long it hit that spot deep inside you it made you gush.

"Oh my god. Daddy-I'm-" You teetered on the precipice your breath caught in your throat. Your entire body erupted in flames as your mouth open in a silent scream. Frankie's eyes widened as your pussy strangled his fingers before fluttering uncontrollably. Your cum dripped onto his hand, he quickly replaced his fingers with his tongue trying to catch it all.

"That's it." He felt you finally take a shaking inhale. "Breathe, sweet pea. Breathe." Exhaustion hit you hard as every muscle relaxed.

"I'm sleepy..." You slurred.

"It's okay. You can go to sleep." Frankie leaned up kissing you, smearing your slick all over your mouth. He returned to licking your pussy less aggressively though. "I got you."

You nodded before drifting off.

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The next morning you dump the last of your stuff at goodwill, packed the truck, turned in your key, and hit the road. You were bouncing in your seat with excitement. You hadn’t ever traveled south of DC. The landscape was beautiful. You and Frankie took turns driving, belting Fleetwood Mac on repeat. You forced Frankie to take obligatory selfies to remember the journey at rest stops or whenever the view was worthy. Over halfway to Miami you paused at a rest stop for a quick nap. Frankie was anxious to get you home and he didn’t want to stay put for too long. He was used to long drives and quick naps, but you weren’t. He didn’t want to exhaust you because there was so much he wanted to show you when you arrived. You laid across the backseat of the truck with your head in Frankie’s lap as the sun was going down.

In the early morning Frankie finished the drive. His own excitement increased when he was back in the city. You had your head nearly sticking out of the window looking at everything. You couldn’t believe how sunny and warm it was here. Frankie turned down a residential street. “Almost there.” He said. You buzzed in your seat.

Frankie made one last turn into a driveway. You instantly got warm feelings looking at the house. It was painted seagull grey with white trim. It was wonderfully symmetrical with two windows on the first and second floor with window boxes outside the first floor window. The front yard was nicely mowed.

“Your house is so cute!” You hopped out of the car, your legs enjoying the chance to stretch. The air smelled slightly salty being so close to the beach. The sun felt wonderful on your skin. You could have laid down in the grass and just fallen asleep.

Frankie showed you around his house with your hand in his, pointing out random things of importance in his giddy state. You followed him around with bright adoring eyes. Despite looking forward to this moment for a while, you barely looked at anything except for him. You could care less about where the tile for the fireplace came from. You didn’t remember Frankie’s story about how Will messed up his back moving in Frankie’s couch in because it was hitting you over and over again that you were home with Frankie. You didn’t pay attention to the story behind Rosie’s crib because Frankie was here with you. His warm hand holding you close like you may disappear. He was here with that damn cute excited voice as he showed you around his home, soon to be your home.

“Sweet pea? Earth to sweet pea?”

“Hmmm?” You smiled apologetically. Standing in the kitchen, the sun pouring in from the window above the sink bathed Frankie in golden light making him look ethereal.

“I said- we should start moving boxes in before it gets dark.”

“You haven’t shown me everything yet.” You realized.

“What did I miss?”

“Your room…” You swung your entwined hands back and forth.

“Our room, sweet pea.”

“So I won’t be sleeping on the floor?” You laughed.

“Never.” He kissed you briefly. “I just haven’t cleaned up in there and I need to make some space for your stuff and-“

“Frankie.” You quiet his rambling with another kiss. You couldn’t stop kissing him. “Your house is immaculate. That’s the room I want to see.”

He swallowed harshly before he led you up the stairs and down the narrow hallway to his room. While showing you the garden and the other rooms he was giddy but now he seemed more flustered. When you opened the door you could see why. Your candle was sitting on his bedside table. It was the first thing you saw when you walked in.

You immediately break away from him, going to inspect his bedside table. Glimpses of Frankie that made you love him all the more. Your candle, your books, your list, his sergeant pin, and an old alarm clock.

“Was this what you’re so embarrassed about?” You asked picking up the candle. It was almost used up. He averted his gaze. The back of his neck bright red which you recognized as a sign of his nervousness. “Frankie…” You set it down and took both his hands in yours. You couldn’t even convey what it meant to you. He had missed you that much that he burned your candle.

“I have the real thing now.” He said pulling you against his chest, dragging his nose over your cheek in reverence. You hummed in contentment. “This is our room, sweet pea. Our home.” He whispered.

“Our bed.” You added moving his hands to rest on your ass, wrapping your own around his neck.


“Eager girl.” He tutted, kissing just below your ear, squeezing your ass lightly.

“I can’t help it. I’ve waited so long, Frankie.” You tilt your head up resting your forehead against his.

“You’ll never have to wait again, princesa pea. I’m here.”

“Then I want you now.” You tugged him towards the bed. Falling down onto his comforter you were hit by a puff of his scent. Laundry detergent, old spice, and that indescribable musk that was Frankie. You barely got a chance to enjoy it before Frankie is falling on top of you. You laughed as he pulled you up the bed until you’re against the pillows. He's about to rip your clothes from you but-

“Wait wait- I have a gift for you.” His eyes lit up.

“Frankie…” You smiled “You didn’t have to get me anything.” He pushed away from you, walking over to his dresser. He pulled out a small package.


“Here.” He handed it to you.

You sat up. You felt guilty you didn’t get him a gift. You slowly peeled back the tape trying to save the paper. It was wrapped so nicely.

“Come on, rip it up. It’s just paper.”

“No… I wanna save it.” You argued, pulling it open finally. You stared down at the contents in your lap. It was a book with a pink cover and loopy writing. Our Little Kingdom. “Frankie… this is- this is my book.” You felt your eyes swim with tears.

“I know.” Frankie knelt in front of you. “I read it and it was so good. I wanted to get it bound. I was serious when I said want to publish it. I want to make it happen. But if you don’t want to at least we can enjoy it how it’s meant to be enjoyed.”

You flipped through the pages smelling the fresh paper. You reached the end and noticed Frankie had slipped in something as a book mark. It was a torn half of a check. “This is…”

“The check I tore up. I use it as a bookmark so I thought you would-“

You launched yourself at Frankie, a habit you learned from him when words were just simply not enough.

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When you woke up, you were surrounded by Frankie’s scent, warm sun hitting your face. Frankie wasn't there. You heard movement downstairs. You threw on the first shirt of Frankie's you could find. You practically skipped down the stairs, heart leaping when you saw Frankie in his PJ pants and nothing else sitting at the kitchen table. His body was lit up in the morning sun, he looked like a goddamn dream. He was shoveling some cereal into his mouth but he stopped when he noticed you. He still looked so sexy to you in this moment, his strong arms and big hand gripping the small spoon. His chest littered with small hickies you made. You blinked a couple of times wanting to imprint this image into your brain forever.

“What are you doing up so early?”

“The sun woke me up!”

“Shit. I would have made you some breakfast or something.”

“That’s okay.” You smiled going to stand in front of him. You kissed him, licking some of the milk from his lips. Your hands rested on his bare golden shoulders. You loved how wide they were and how solid and warm they felt.

“Mmm is this mine, sweet pea?” He tugged at the Fleetwood Mac shirt hanging down to your thighs.

“No, it’s another boys.” You teased.

“Don’t joke about that, little pea.” Frankie warned with a small swipe to your ass.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You giggled. “I was only joking. No one else has cool shirts like you.”

“You want some cereal? I can also make eggs or pancakes or-“

“I want-” You slipped your hand over his pants. You could feel his slightly hard cock sitting below. “This.”

“You already had some last night and you still want more?” Frankie groaned his thighs spreading further around you. “I thought you’d be sore, sweet pea.”

“I am.” You admitted kissing him quickly. “but I still want you.”

“Mmm…” Frankie pulled your hand away watching you pout. “I think you need to eat something first.”

“No I don’t!”

“Come on, I’ll let you sit on your special seat.” He tapped his thigh. You debated this. You decided to do what he asked, not wanting to test your luck so early in the day. You hopped up on his lap wiggling back until his semi hard cock was pressed against your back. Your thighs sitting over his legs, your pussy peaking out from his shirt. Frankie rested his big hands on your bare thighs rubbing the skin back and forth. You closed your eyes enjoying his touch. You could feel his breath against your neck as he looked down at the sight.

“Do I look good on my special seat, daddy?” You asked looking up at him.

“Perfect, my little pea.” Frankie smiled. He pulled the cereal over and you popped a bite in your mouth. You didn’t normally like cereal but since Frankie asked…

“Okay, done. I’ve eaten.”

“Woah I hardly call that eating.” Frankie shook his head. He placed a hand on your stomach, fingers splayed out over the entire width almost. He applied a little pressure which had you squirming again. God his hands were so big and warm just above where you needed him. “I can feel little rumblings telling me you’re hungry, sweet pea.” You rock against him more intentionally making him catch his breath.

“Not for cereal.” You bit your lip.

“One more bite, sweet pea. For daddy?” He rubbed his beard into your neck which never failed to make you to laugh.


You took another spoonful of the soggy cereal before looking up at him for approval. He chuckled as you chewed quickly. You looked so cute with your cheeks full. It made cock ache.

“Good job, sweet pea.” He smirked when you swallowed it all. He lowered his hand down to cup your pussy which was already dripping. You hand flew to his thick forearm.

You melted against him as he rubs your clit slowly. Last night was hurried and desperate but now it was like he had all the time in the world. You listened to him take large inhale against your neck, smelling you.

“You look so beautiful, sweet pea. In my shirt. In our kitchen.”

“Fuck…” You moaned. His fingers felt so wonderful and thick against you. You fucking loved the sound of that. Ours.

“I’m gonna fuck you on our table.”

He lifted you up with ease, pushing your back down on the table. The sun coming through the window bathed your body in soft light. You looked divine. Frankie had your legs spread wide, tongue on that pussy before you could even blink. “Holy shit. Daddy!” Your hands clenched into fists at your side.

“Sweet pea.” Frankie pulled off, lips wetted by your slick. You blushed under his hot gaze. “Why don’t you pull my hair?”

You whimpered as he took your little fist and put it in his beautiful locks. “I want to but… the last person I was with didn’t like it.” You turned your head to the side trying to hide your embarrassment. His hair felt like silk in your hands.

“Hey-“ Frankie gently grabbed your chin and turned you to look at him. “You don’t have to hide anything from me.” He was leaning over you, invading all your senses, but of course the aspect that hit you hardest was his voice. Soft and reassuring. That rich baritone that made you fall in love in the first place. “Pull my hair, baby, I wanna know how well I treat this pussy. You won’t hurt me.”

You nodded feeling your eyes wet with tears. His affection never ceased to shock you. He kissed you, softening your worried look with each stroke of his tongue. When you were relaxed, he returned to your pussy. He was a fast learner for the times, applying the pressure you needed with his tongue while hitting that spot inside your walls with his fingers. Your hands were laced in his soft hair tugging almost unconsciously.

“Fuck-Daddy" You gasped feeling your breath. Your stomach tightened but you still felt like you weren't quite to your breaking point. "I can't- I need- I need-"

"What, sweet pea, what do you need?" Frankie paused, looking at you struggle above him. You grabbed his hand which was holding your hip and moved it to your throat. "Holy shit." Frankie's eyes widened.

"I need you to push me over-" you struggled to think of how to explain it but Frankie started applying light pressure over your throat making your cunt tighten around his fingers. The strain on your airway finally brought you to the edge. He returned to your clit and didn’t let up even as your walls clamped and gushed around his fingers. Didn’t stop as your back arched off the table, your toes curled, and your hands pulled his hair almost painfully. He let go of your throat when you tapped his wrist and your breath returned ragged and sharp, extending your orgasm. You brushed some of Frankie’s hair from his forehead and he looked up, making eye contact, as his lips suckled on your clit lightly. You didn’t say anything for a moment, feeling your body come down from that peak, basking in Frankie’s loving gaze between your legs. You felt boneless.

“I love you.” You murmured. Frankie surged up, capturing your lips in a wet kiss. He pulled back and kissed the happy tears falling from your eyes that you didn’t realize had fallen.

“I love you, too. I’m never letting you go.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m home.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, needing to feel that promise inside you. Needing his promise filling you up.

“Are you sure you’re not too sore?”

“I’m sure.” You ran your hand through his hair, now addicted to the feeling of it.

Frankie slowly eased himself into your pussy. It was harder without lube. You winced a little once he was fully inside. Fuck he was so big.

"Am I hurting you?" Frankie felt bad and started to pull out.

"No please." You arched your back trying to hold him inside. "I'm okay. I want- I want-."

"Sweet pea..." He bit his lip as he struggled to resist thrusting into you.

"And if I can't walk- then you can carry me." You wiggled your hips. Frankie couldn't help but laugh at that not that he minded carrying you around. "Please, daddy." You asked one last time as you dug your heels into his lower back. Frankie placed his hands on your waist and started fucking into you slowly, withdrawing almost all the way out before thrusting back in again.

“I’m so proud of you… taking my cock like a good girl.” He kissed you softly, moving to kiss a train down your neck to your nipples and back up. "You're home now." You nodded in agreement. "This is our little kingdom, sweet pea.” Your shallow breaths slowly transformed into moans. You felt your muscles relax a little and signaled he could start moving faster.

Needless to say the cereal on the table shook and spilled as he fucked you. Spilled milk on your table. His cum spilled inside you.

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Frankie enjoyed hosting so much since Rosie’s birthday he wanted to have a Fourth of July barbecue. With your help he took the decorations to the next level. Hanging fairy lights over the patio, and renting a bouncy castle for the kids. In an act of irrational niceness, you had said it was okay if Laura came by, that way Rosalia would be there too.

Frankie was clear he had no desire to hide you. He wanted to show you off. Still, you dreaded meeting Frankie's ex. Rosalia had warmed to you quickly even preferring you to hold her. You already loved her so much. Today she wanted you to follow her everywhere and watch her play. Frankie was stuck behind the grill but he still could watch his girls playing. You were wearing a lovely red sundress which Frankie was looking forward to stripping off. It brushed your thighs in the breeze and it was perfect height for Rosalia to tug on when she wanted to be picked up.

“You’ve done a great job with the decor.” Laura appeared at Frankie’s side.

“Thanks.” Frankie smiled tightly. Her surprised tone confirmed that she always underestimated him.

“You’ve been happier lately.” Laura studied Frankie.

“I guess.” Frankie shrugged turning one of the hot dogs for something to do.

“It just has me remembering the old days. Before everything with you happened.” Frankie prickled at that last statement. Everything with you. She always put it on him totally forgetting how she also made things worse.

“Frankie?” You appeared at his other side, eyeing Laura warily and doing little to hide your dislike. You had seen from yards away how Frankie tensed up, looking down. You wouldn’t let that slide so you went over. Finally removing your glare from his ex wife you look up at him, laying a reassuring hand over his forearm. “Uh- people are getting hungry. How soon until it’s done?”

“It’s ready now.” Frankie smiled down at you, instantly feeling more at ease. His answer let you know he was okay.

“Great I’ll wrangle everyone.” You smiled before darting back to the crowd.

“Who is that?” Laura frowned. “Someone's babysitter?”

“No.” Frankie shut off the grill facing his ex wife face to face. “She’s my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” Laura sounded skeptical. “She’s 12.”

“She’s a woman.” Frankie corrected her. “A woman I love very much.” He wasn’t going to listen to anyone look down on you.

“You should have talked to me before you brought her around Rosie.” Laura huffed, putting a hand on her hip.

“You had no problem parading your boyfriends around during our divorce.” Frankie shot back quickly looking to make sure they couldn’t be heard. “It’s in the court records so I doubt you want to bring it up.”

“Frankie…” Laura seemed to regret what she said.

“Let’s just… move on.” Frankie said as people started to draw near.

“Papa!” He heard Rosie squeal, toddling towards him.

“Rosie!” He picked her up, his anger instantly melting away. “Ready for your hot dog?”

As Frankie and the others started filling up their plates Laura crept closer to you as you were cleaning up some of the kid’s mess by the pool.

“Excuse me. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Laura.” She extended her hand. She was taller than you. Her face was tight as if she was holding in her sneer.

“Hi.” You decided to be nice, shaking the woman’s hand. You introduced yourself.

“So… you and Frankie. “

“Yes.”

“How long has that been going on?”

“A few months.” You said keeping it vague.

“And it’s going well?”

“Yes.” You grew annoyed by her vague questioning. Obviously it was going well since you were here. Her eyes were the total opposite of Frankie's. Hard and cold and icy blue. You quietly thanked god that Rosalia had inherited Frankie's eyes.

“Hmm he’s not doing that crazy thing anymore?”

“What thing?” You frowned.

“Well one time while we were together he stayed up the whole night because he thought some criminal or something was after us.” Laura laughed cruelly. You wanted to slap her for her lack of sympathy. What was funny about Frankie’s fear? “The psychiatrist said there would be delusions but that was just too much.”

“I think I’ve heard enough.” You snipped, trying to keep at least a polite facade. There were people just a few feet away. You prayed the couldn’t hear.

“Hey I’m sorry.” She schooled her features. “Don’t think I’m cruel. It wasn’t easy being with someone like that. I’m trying to look out for you.”

“Thanks for that. I think I'm good though.” You finished picking up the last pool toy and walked away before Laura could say more. You wanted to turn back and say something mean but you were determined to be the bigger person. You didn’t want to start drama that would hurt Frankie and Rosalia. You spent a good minute in the garage after putting the toys back, positively fuming.

“Sweet pea?” Frankie interrupted your thoughts, joining you in the garage. “Aren’t you hungry?”

"I was just cleaning up.” You said though your hands were empty.

“I saw Laura talking to you.” He watched you warily. Fear lapped at him. What did Laura tell you...“Everything okay?”

“She just… a bitch.” You huffed. Your word choice made Frankie burst out laughing. “I’m sorry I know you married her but how? She’s awful and rude and judgmental.”

“I know.” Frankie quieted his laughter, pulling you into his chest. “It wasn’t meant to last.”

“Because she’s a bitch.” You grumbled into his chest making Frankie laugh again. His tummy bounced against yours with his laughter. You loved it. You thought again about what Laura said. How cruel she had been in the face of Frankie’s PTSD. “If she says one more rude thing I may have to smack her.”

“You’re hot when you’re possessive, you know that?” Frankie smiled tickling your sides. “Come on, we should get back before our guests start to notice.”

“Alright.” You agreed, taking his hand and following him out of the garage. You felt Laura’s eyes on you two when you came back to the yard. Frankie got your burger set up for you before doing his. It’s the simple things that got you going; how giving he is. You tried to hide your blush from the onlookers as Frankie asked you ketchup or mustard.

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Once everyone went home you and Frankie laid out a blanket in the back so you could watch the fireworks happening on the beach a mile away. He was quiet, at least more than he usually is. You didn’t know what to say to reassure him so again you reverted to touch. You placed your hand on his thigh reassuringly.

“Frankie?” You turned to him. “Do you want to talk about anything?”

“No.” He seemed taken aback by your question.

“Okay.” You moved closer to him until you were tucked into his side.

“You mean about Laura.” Frankie said after a moment. “Just- she didn’t say anything to you to make you upset right? She doesn’t get under my skin anymore. I don’t want her to get under yours.”

“She didn’t get under my skin.” You replied. She said nothing to make you insecure, just make you angry at her is all. “I’m just protective of you, you know. It seems like she was awful to you.”

“It’s fine.” Frankie shrugged.

“No.” You moved to sit on his lap, straddling him. “It’s not. You came back from your deployment probably in need of some comfort and all she gave you was judgment."

“She told you about that night.” Frankie hung his head in humiliation. You didn’t deny it. You didn’t want to upset him but part of you knew he should talk about this. Laura shouldn’t be the only one who holds this memory over his head. “It was my first night back. I just- I swore I heard gunfire. I was freaking out. I was probably acting really scary. I thought they came for me and she-Laura called the cops on me.”

“How could she…” You teared up on behalf of Frankie.

“I ran.” He continued, his voice thick. “I stayed a Will’s and calmed down. That was the end of the marriage.” He rubbed up and down your thighs under your dress. It always comforted him. You tried to think of what to say. His wife, the person who was supposed to love him the most, ostracized him and criminalized him.

Frankie was anticipating you to be afraid of him or push him away, but to his surprised you pulled him into a hug, holding his head against your neck like he was a child. He felt a sob rise in his throat and tears wet his eyes. You were so... kind. It was something he was still learning to accept and realize he deserved .

“You’re right.” You took a breath to relax yourself. “It doesn’t matter what she says. You’re mine now. Not hers.” You kissed Frankie on his nose then kissed his mouth.

“Always, sweet pea.” He rubbed his thumb over the area of your brow that furrowed in residual anger.

“I just wish there were some way…” you chewed your lip. “I have these-“ you pulled his dog tags out from where they hung between your breasts. “Reminds me I’m yours.”

“Maybe I need a necklace too.” Frankie smiled squeezing your thighs. That got you thinking…

“Can I try something?” You asked. Frankie nodded looking amused. You tugged at his shirt pulling it over his head. You never got over how broad he was. His toned arms were flexed holding himself up. You leaned forward planting a wet kiss on Frankie’s neck where it met his shoulder.

“Mmm gonna mark me up?”

You nodded and sucked harder till you were satisfied it would leave a mark. Pulling back you admired the red blooming where your mouth had been. It shouldn’t affect you as much as it did but you loved that he had a physical mark from you. He had scars here and there from cross fire and stab wounds. Some he wouldn’t go into detail. You loved them all but for once you wanted him to have a mark born out of love.

“I’m gonna give you a necklace, daddy.” You murmured tracing the path you would forge, down and around to the other side of his neck. You were gonna make hicks all around his neck like a chain. You leaned back down and planted another mark below and slightly to the right.

“Holy shit.” Frankie groaned, tilting his head back. He felt his cock start to harden under your attention. You slowly made your way across his hot skin until you had seven little wet hickies starting to show through the skin. You traced them with your finger, connecting the dots.

Frankie looked down, watching in fascination. His dog tags were a bittersweet thing, symbolizing his commitment to the military, but you wanted them. You wore them proudly, giving him more closure than 100 hours of therapy. But this... this new chain on his skin represented his belonging to you. “Beautiful, baby girl. Thank you.” He kissed you sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. You pulled away before he could deepen it. You start to lean down again like you were going to plant another hickie on him. He pushed you back and rolled the both of you over.

“Daddy! I wasn’t done yet.” You wiggled against the soft blanket.

“No it’s daddy’s turn now.” He pushed the straps of your dress down your arms, tugging your neckline down.

“But I already have a necklace.” You felt Frankie’s dog tags lying in your cleavage.

“Now you’ll have two. I spoil my girl like that.” Frankie teased. He kissed up and down your neck before settling on his starting place. When he started sucking it sent a lightning bolt straight to your clit. You gasped. You could feel him hard against your thigh, not fully yet. You rocked your hips impatiently, clutching his head against you.

“Be patient, baby.” He warned, pausing his work. You stilled your hips with a pout. “Good girl.” He resumed. You wanted to be naughty but you knew you’d never win that fight. Problem was you were loving his attention on your neck so much you couldn’t help but start grinding against his leg again. Your hand reached down and tried to stroke his hardening cock. Frankie pulled back, his lips swollen from giving you hickies. He was only halfway around your chest now.

“You’re being naughty…” Frankie chided, lightly slapping your hand away from him. You continued squirming under his gaze though you at least look apologetic. Frankie pulled away. “You don’t want your necklace?” Frankie pretended to be hurt.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” You turned on the puppy dog eyes. “Just- your mouth feels so good.”

“If you’re not gonna behave I’m gonna have to make you behave.” Frankie’s mouth curled into a smirk. Your stomach flipped around in excitement. “Sit back up on your knees.” He ordered. You eagerly sat up on your knees, placing your hands on your thighs. Your dress hung around your waist. Frankie stood up and started undoing his belt. You got excited thinking he was going to let you suck his cock but instead he just pulled his belt from his pants and knelt down again. “Remember just say stop if you want to stop.” Frankie reminds you.

You nodded your eyes dilating, staring at the leather in his hands.

“Hands behind your back, baby.” He instructed. You obeyed your knees widening subconsciously. He tied his belt around your wrists. It’s not tight enough to hurt but you certainly could not move your hands without really trying. Frankie licked his lips, staring down at your vulnerable position. “Good little sweet pea.” He cooed. “Now you won’t be able to be naughty. What do you say?”

“Thank you, daddy.” You whispered feeling your cheeks burn at the depravity of your position. The smooth leather of his belt rubbed against your pulse point and Frankie’s smell filled your nose. You’re out in the open. Sure there was a fence but it still heightened your arousal. You were dripping you were sure of it. He knelt before you again to finish his hickies. He held your hair pulling it back to give himself more room.

You tried to lift up your arms multiple times but got stopped by the belt. You whined as he sucked another mark into you and you couldn’t get any stimulation in this position. Frankie let you moan and whine for him but he didn’t stop his mission. He finally pulled back, his hooded eyes evaluated at his work.

“Look at it, baby.”

You looked down at the curved line of hickies running from collarbone to collarbone. “Thank you, daddy, for my necklace. I love it so much.” You looked at his chest. You were matching now. Your lust was momentarily paused as a fresh wave of adoration washed over you. It was so much deeper than sex. Frankie noticed your change in expression and kissed you softly, bringing you back to the moment.

“You sat still for me so good. Now you can ask for what you want.” He strokes your hair softly.

“I wanna-I wanna suck you cock please?”

“Are you sure?” Frankie smiled. “You don’t want my mouth on you or-"

“No.” You shook your head. The emotions swirling in you from lust to love made you hungry for one thing. “I wanna make you cum in my mouth.”

“Fuck.” He groaned before kissing you hard, licking into your mouth. He never had someone as giving and kind and protective of him as you. He could have cried but there was no need because you were his forever. No yearning just living. He reached around to pull off the belt but you stopped him with a small voice.

“Leave it on.”

“Jesus fucking christ.” Frankie stood quickly. You sat up further, your hands still restrained behind your back. Your head was tilted up at him, your dress bunched around your waist, it was the most beautiful fucking sight.

Red blue and white fireworks dazzled the sky above. He picked you up bridal style and carried you inside as quickly as he could while you giggled in delight.

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Things started clicking into place like you were growing along some metaphorical ladder. You were finally where you needed to be. You got a job working at the VA in Miami, running their re-entry program. A small publishing house in Miami loved your book and agreed to publish it for a short run. Frankie took some money out of the Colombia account to cover the rest of the contract. Frankie had the book for sale at the shop pushing it on anyone who would enter. He was so proud of you. And that was all that mattered to you.

Frankie unironically planted sweet pea in the garden, telling you how they are slow to grow, but their delicate flower and sweet smell is worth the wait; just like you. Sweet peas were climbers, with the right support, they would bend to any shape. You knew you could go as high as the sky with Frankie by your side.

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