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damelucyjo · 1 year

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Let’s spend some time with Little Lasso!

Episode 8 - We'll Never Have Paris

Oooh this is a cool montage

Haha angry Rupert 🖕🏼

Yeah, that’s not a happy Ted 😕

How are neither Jake nor Michelle incredibly awkward over this?? I feel awkward just watching them!

It’s nice that Ted & Michelle can joke and pretend he’s not there ✌🏼😂

Uh oh, awkward. Again.

Okay, so the red & blue magnets are gonna mean something, right? Because we’re sure the matchbook does

Prince Henry 🫡 Nice one, Mae

(They are some sad English Breakfasts, I’m sorry)

He doesn’t need to know, nor care, what you are, Jake!

Big piece of cereal making a come back! Does Ted know there are 100s of other cereals available or…?

Ted, why would they bring Henry to you for the weekend if they were just going to fly back to America?? Come on, dude

Oh poor Ted 🥺

YYEEEAAAHHH!!!!

Of course Keeley thought she’d have to play 😂

Show off your ‘girlfriend’. Sure, Jan 🫠

‘Does he need another fake niece’ 😂 Keeley, please never change!

Nate, keeping tabs on Richmond 🥺

Okay, I’ll say it again and again but JADE & NATE ARE CUTE!!

Of course he shaved and showered 😂

Fiona Apple 😍

Oh poor Keeley 🥺🥺 Juno making me want to climb into the TV and give her a big hug

Will making a game out of getting Henry to do his work for him 😂 well done, king!

The guys at the window 😂

I like how none of them ask him why he’s asking where they’d propose. They just answer 😂

Also Beard’s answer made me audibly say ‘aww’ 🥹

ROY KENT ASKING IF HE WANTS TO TALK?! My baby’s come so far 🥰

Or maybe not 😂

Jeremy’s run 😂😂 oh that got me!

Welcome new pup, Trent 🫡

“I’m her ex-husband, not her current father. So, no” 😂

Roy wanting nothing to do with these meetings but always listening from his desk and getting involved anyway 😂 love to see it!

Beard is done with your bullshit, Ted. So is Higgins! The guy ran down and up stairs for you! HE’S GONNA HAVE LEG CRAMPS IN HIS SLEEP, TED! DO YOU NOT CARE?!

The pointing 👉🏻👈🏻 😂

‘You should find out before you flip out’ sound advice there from Higgybottom! 👍🏼

‘Woof’ PROTECT TRENT CRIM WITH EVERYTHING YOU HAVE!!!!

Nate trying to have his own diamond dogs meeting 🫣 The poor boy really thought Rupert would show up 🫣

‘Love Hounds’ 🫠

‘Never let them know how you feel. It’s very expensive’ Disco, you’re fun 😂

‘Are we in trouble now’ poor Roger 😂 he must get ‘told off’ a lot 😂

BISCUITS!! BISCUITS!! This is not a drill 🚨 🚨🚨

Rebecca, channeling her inner Hannah 👀😂

The boys playing with Henry is too adorable! (I wish she’d gone to the window to see it, though)

Look at these two, talking like a married couple🫠

‘The Eiffel Tower is just a lamppost with a publicist’ 😂😂

Oh, he pulled out a ‘Rebecca’. That means he’s serious. And she knows it with how quick she agreed to help 🥹🥰

There’s a whole discussion to be has here over whether she really did call a PI like he asked, or she just said she would because she knew it’d calm him down enough that he wouldn’t continue to spiral so bad 🤔

That smile at the Oscar Wilde line was totally Hannah trying not to laugh 😂

His sad little high-five to the tree 🥺 (you can’t convince me Jason didn’t do that because he knew how much Hannah loved his ‘high-five tree!’ from season 1)

I want to believe Barbra wishes she could say more to Keeley but feels like she can’t. I think they’d have a great friendship if they allowed themselves.

Juno is absolutely breaking my heart with all this. Just give her the awards now 🥺🥰

Jamie’s Lynx collection 😂

The fucking Sun 🖕🏼

Colin with another ‘joke’. In reality he’d be called out and accused of being gay for how much he makes these jokes

Rebecca deleted Candy Crush from his phone, for sure 😂

‘Fuck yeah, 24601’ 😂 I love how varied these boys are! Of course they’re fans of Les Mis

All these guys questions are brilliant, but O’Brien’s got me 😂 that’s gross, mate!!

It’s absolutely wonderful how they all completely switch as soon as they find out Keeley was one of them 🥰 Like it didn’t seem like a real thing until they found out how close to home it hits (but Issac only wants them to protect themselves, even though we all know it wouldn’t even be a thing the other way around because they’re guys and Keeley is a girl 🫠)

Will, what kind of picture you got to get a reaction like that from Jamie?! 😂

(I know story wise it had to happen like this, but why did Issac follow Colin out of the room? As close friends he surely should have trusted that he’d do what he asked??)

Listen here 📢📢📢THAT IS NOT A MAN WHO IS ANGRY HIS FRIEND IS GAY. THAT IS A MAN WHO IS ANGRY HIS FRIEND DIDN’T FEEL LIKE HE COULD TELL HIM 📢 📢📢

Keeley, baby, why were you taking topless photos for your teacher at 15?? 🤔 Rebecca’s reaction is exactly right

This whole plot point for Keeley is coming directly from Keeley Hazell and the line about choice solidifies that for me.

If anyone could change society it’d be Rebecca Welton ✌🏼

Just the fact she has to ask if she should be ashamed or embarrassed is heartbreaking 🥺

Alright Nanna, put your glasses on 😂

‘Just think of how many young women you are going to teach how to masterbate properly’ 😂😂😂 Oh, Rebecca. We all need someone who praises us instead of making us feel like we should be ashamed 🥰

Queen Rebecca humping her parents furniture to the point it had to be reupholstered 😂 I’d expect nothing different! Then blaming a non-existent dog is just *chef’s kiss*

‘I’ve got you’ 🥹🥹🥹 this woman is so maternal it actually hurts my heart she does t have a child

Poor Richard 🫡 😂

It was going so well Roy! Why did you have to ask her that?? 🫣 I’m disappointed in you, grandad 😕

Jack is all over the place. Having already watched the episode I know what is coming up, which makes this scene very important. I like her less and less every time I see her now 🫤

Of course Barbra is a party animal! Now I need a girls night between Barbra, Keeley & Rebecca 👍🏼😂

A Marcus Rashford book 😍

Totally unrelated but TED’S FLAT HAS AN UPSTAIRS?! I’m so confused 😂😂

Another cute call back to the kid Henry was bullying with them now being friends and starting a band 👍🏼 And a lovely little nod to Jason with the drums. Well done

Ted delicately trying to ask Henry questions about Michelle & Jake only for him to be asleep. Happens every time! 😂

Aww, they text each other goodnight and good morning 🥰 ADORABLE!

(I wonder who else does that 👀)

Fair enough for cancelling it, but why do these people never communicate?! Drives me crazy

So Jack doesn’t really care about Keeley. Am I the only one getting those vibes??

Fuck yes, uncle Beard! Love to see his & Henry’s relationship.

Okay but why do I want to see Beard, Ted & Henry at a rave now 😂

It’s actually incredibly sweet that he wants to go watch football. That’s his dads life that he doesn’t really get to see properly for himself. Of course he wants to actually witness it 🥹 Henry, you’re a good egg

Angry Beard having to stop at home first because of course there’s no question that they’re not going to that match. I LOVE THIS LITTLE FAMILY 🥰🥰🥰

Beard being at a West Ham match is full Richmond gear. YOU, SIR, ARE AMAZING!

So is this showing that Henry probably spent a fair amount of time with Nate when he was there the first time?? Or is he just a sneaky little shit who wants to mess with him!! 😂

These two would be incredibly cute if I weren’t so suspicious of Jack 🫣

Yes, be all over her until someone you know is around. Then refer to her as your ‘friend’ 🖕🏼 RUN KEELEY!

(I also recognise this Alyssa girl and a quick search shows she was in Downton, so maybe it’s from that 😂)

That’s a little strange for Rupert to text that to Nate 🤔 Surely he wouldn’t actually care???

I love Mae’s commitment to hating West Ham 🫡

‘You think I wanted to fucking be there’ 😂 of course not, but you’d do anything for your nephew and we love you for it, sir 🫡😂

Sidebar: Rebecca’s kitchen is gorgeous. Just like it’s owner 🥵

At home, comfy Rebecca is delicious, too

Unconsciously correcting his mispronunciation is terribly wifey behaviour, Rebecca 👀 You two aren’t fooling anyone anymore

IT’S NOISY!! TISH CALLBACK 🤔

‘You think I’m nuts’ as she’s munching on nuts, I mean…

He likes The Beatles because Ted does 🥹🥹

Uncle Beard is amazing 🥰🥰

I challenge anyone to listen to this song and not ‘ na na na na Hey Jude’ along 😂

It’s important that Ted has this conversation with someone, but I think it’s incredibly important that it’s with Rebecca. Yea, it is my Tedbecca loving heart saying this but whatever

‘You need to stop letting yesterday get in the way of today, Ted’ just like I’ve learnt to do! Yes, we’ll done, Rebecca 😂

She told you she couldn’t do it so why are you still going on about the statement, Jack. Put your listening ears on, woman!!

I’m so proud of Keeley for sticking up for herself! She shouldn’t feel ashamed for it and it’s disgusting that another woman is telling her that she should! And she’s telling her to her face that she cares more about what people think than her ‘girlfriend’s feeling. Bitch, bye! 🖕🏼

You don’t need her Keeley! You need to spend some time alone for a change!!

Subtlety showing Nathan doesn’t care about winning anymore. Nicely done 👍🏼

He’s evolving, guys! I’m excited!! I need him to rip into Rupert before he leaves, though

‘I love your smile. I like to see my boyfriend happy’ THEY’RE SO BLOODY CUTE!!

Baby boy Jamie’s grown up so much. I’m so proud of him!!

Of course he thought password only had 1 ‘s’ 🤦🏻‍♀️😂 so wise yet so dumb

He didn’t need to hold onto the bag that long 😂 that was weird

No fist bump 😂 FUCK YOU, JAKE!

He’s got the army guys in his window 🥹

Well that was another wonderful episode! A great one for Juno, especially. Fingers crossed for more Rebecca & Keeley besties moving forward 🤞🏼

I think Keeley Hazell did a great job on this one. Seems like a lot of her personal experience, and being the blueprint for Miss Jones especially, worked really well here.

#Ted Lasso #Ted Lasso Live Blogging

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girlokwhatever · 1 month

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late nights,,

paige bueckers x fem!reader

“paige move. my arm fell asleep.”

you can see her dimly from the streetlights shining through the window, not missing the way she rolls her eyes. you know she heard you, yet chooses to pretend like she didn’t. at her response, or lack thereof, you roll your eyes as well.

“paige i literally saw you roll your eyes..” when she doesn’t answer again, you start pushing on her shoulder in attempt to break your arm free. you catch a glimpse of the time on her bedside table,

1:33 am.

your girlfriend starts to groan, not happy with the new method. instead of sitting up like you want her to, she just rolls on top of you. you let out a huff at her weight fully resting on the entirety of your body. paige is a solid few inches taller than you and very, very muscular, which only adds to her weight. though you’re always happy to be close to her, her antics weren’t amusing.

“aw thanks paigey, now i just can’t breathe.”

“you’re welcome honey.”

she lifts her head, probably just so you can see the smug grin on her face. she pecks your lips and puts her head right back down into the crevice between your neck and shoulder.

you begin to feel the pins and needles in your arms from the new blood flow. it only makes you wince, and as if all the stars aligned for you tonight, paige decides to roll back to her previous spot. right on top of your arm.

“paige! get off or i swear-“ she huffs and sits up, side-eyeing you from her position.

though she’s getting on your absolute last nerve, she does look beautiful. her black sports bra and pajama pants, hair in a bun, and her skin glowing so nice in the orange from the streetlight outside.

“why do you hate me?” her tone is laced with attitude, fronting a persona you and kk like to call “snarky and sassy.” and boy, does she live up to the name.

“i don’t hate you paige.”

“oh really? but you don’t want to cuddle me”

“i do, c’mere. you were just-“ when she lays back down, intertwining your bodies together, you feel the pressure of her knee against your crotch. you don’t know if she did it on purpose or not, but it makes your face grow hot and you thank the lord above you’re facing away from the light. if she saw, she’d definitely tease you about it.

“um.. baby..”

“hm?” you feel her breath hot against your neck, which only adds to your new found body heat.

“your leg is in my vagina right now.”

“s’okay.”

“alright. just jam your knee into my crotch. it’s fine.” she lets out a loud huff, sitting up again. even through her huff, you don’t miss the way her stomach growls.

“hey babe?”

“yes paige?” you already know what she’s gonna say, and you also know how you’re going to respond. she’s interrupted your sleep for too long.

“i’m really hungry-“

“i’m not getting up.”

she stops for a minute, contemplating her options. she stands up, and for a second you believe she might just let you sleep,

but no.

she circles to the end of the bed, grabbing your feet and yanking you towards her. without hesitation, she wraps her arms around your back and lifts you up. you know your fate now, so you opt for wrapping your legs around her and accepting it.

“’m takin you with me.”

she carries you with ease through the darkness and into the kitchen. setting you down on the counter, she moves to the freezer and grabs the box of frozen sausage biscuits. she plops two on a plate and into the microwave and then quickly returns to the space between your parted legs.

“y’know.. i could’ve eaten you instead and we wouldn’t’ve had to get up” she says it with a smug little smirk, the one she has when she knows what she’s doing. she knows the affect she has on you.

her hands are on your thighs now, inching up under her shirt that you’re wearing and her fingers trail the line of your underwear. you’re so entrapped by her tactics that you realize you’ve been holding your breath. her whole hand is almost buried in your panties when the microwave beeps. she slowly pulls away and leaves you sitting there, burning alive. surely now she can see you blushing.

she sets the plate down beside you on the counter once she returns. still smirking, she runs her hands up your sides and they settle on your hips, pulling you closer to her and towards the edge of the counter. her fingers trace shapes on you, you think she’s drawing hearts but you’re honestly too tired to know.

she thinks to herself how beautiful you are and how lucky she is to have you. your skin is soft under her fingertips and she admires the scent of your body wash. she loves everything about you, can’t ever get enough. her skin tingles when you wrap your hands around her neck, playing with the loose hairs on the back of her neck.

she’s so entranced by you she almost forgets the biscuits growing cold. she motions the plate to you, a silent question ‘do you want one?’ but you shake your head no. deep down she’s sorry for making you lose sleep, but she remembers if she didn’t then she wouldn’t get to see you like this, so the thought leaves as quickly as it came.

when shes washing her plate, she almost misses your little “love you.”

her heart pounds, her stomach flutters, and she swears no one has ever made her feel this way before. she wants to crawl under your skin so she never has to be without you.

“i love you too”

now she’s carrying you back to bed, tucking you in and fighting the urge to keep you awake so she can hear your voice all night. but you’re both tired now, so there’s no point.

your back is facing her and she pulls you into her chest, wrapping her arms around you so she knows you’re safe. and you are. with paige you’ll always be safe. the last thing you remember before drifting off is her lips kissing behind your ear and her nose nuzzling into your hair.

“goodnight pretty girl.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:**ੈ✩‧₊˚☽｡⋆🀥⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

FIRST FIC WHATTTT

you know i had to hop on the paige train

i hope it’s bearable

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #uconn huskies #uconn wbb #paige buckets

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badassbuchanan · 3 years

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Oh, Baby

Plot: Attention starved Ransom wants to get you pregnant

Warnings: smut; dirty talk, breeding kink, semi-public, unprotected sex, doggy style, hand job.

Word Count: 2649

A/N: requests are open! send me anything you want

Another Saturday evening, another family get-together at the Thrombey manor.

Ransom rolled his eyes as he looked around, it was 6pm and he had already had enough of the evening. Usually he would enjoy such an event, his shocking remarks and ghastly behaviour always caused him to be the centre of attention. He liked it that way.

Tonight, however, there was a new guest taking his limelight. Vivian Maria Cabrera Smith, born to Marta Cabrera and Harvey Smith (an intern of Blood Like Wine Publishing) who had entered the world a meer week and a half prior.

Not only had the newborn taken his family’s attention away from Ransom, but also the attention of his beautiful girlfriend.

Y/N was holding tiny little Vivian in her arms, beaming down at her as Ransom sat slumped in an arm chair across the room, shoving another biscuit into his mouth.

His jaw clenched as he watched Y/N cradle Vivian, running her finger delicately across the baby’s cheek. His cock began to twitch as he ran his hand across his lips deviently, taking in a breath as his mind whirred into action.

He couldn’t help but think of what Y/N would look like holding their own child. The perfect mix of him and her. How her stomach would stretch and grow to house their child. Her breasts would swell with milk to feed the newborn. He thought about the process of getting her pregnant. Fucking her raw. His cum filling her tight pussy over and over. Watching it drip down her thighs.

He saw an opportunity and pounced as soon as Y/N handed Vivian back to her mother. Y/N smiled softly as she continued admiring the baby, turning her head when she felt Ransom’s grip on her arm.

“Hey ba-“ Her sweet voice cut out as she felt his rock hard cock against her back, a little gasp escaping her lips.

“We need to leave now.” Ransom’s voice was husky in her ear, his grip on her arm tightening.

“It’s still early Ransom,” She cooed sweetly, snaking her hand down to hold his as she pulled him closer. She could feel how worked up he was and usually she would jump at the opportunity to fuck, but her heart was still distracted with the little baby in front of her. So, she made a dangerous decision to ignore Ransom’s needs, which she knew wouldn’t go down well with him. “Come look at the baby.”

He knew she was doing it on purpose, forcing him to stay present was torture to his throbbing cock. “Who gives a fuck,” He grunted agitatedly, unintentionally grabbing the attention of the people around him. “Our baby would be a hundred times cuter.” He mumbled the latter into Y/N’s ear, kissing just below her lobe afterwards, knowing exactly where her sweet spots were.

“Down boy.” Y/N chuckled calmly as she turned her head towards his, trying to ignore the shiver that erupted in her at the feeling of his lips on her skin. Her hot breath ghosted his lips just for a moment before she turned away again.

“You fucking know what you’re doing to me, Y/N.” Ransom growled in frustration, pulling her closer against him, her back flush against his chest.

She chuckled softly in amusement, seeing that she’d pushed him to his limit. She turned her attention back to the baby, now soundly asleep in her mother’s arms.

“Ransom,” Y/N dragged out his name sweetly as a devious though crossed her mind. She held his arms that were tightly wrapped around her, leaning her head against his shoulder as she sighed softly. “I want a baby.”

That was it. She’d crossed the line. She’d taken it too far. He couldn’t hold back. He felt a burning sensation flow through his body as he dug his hands into her body. Too tightly.

“Ow,” She squealed out suddenly at his roughness. “Ra-“ before she could even say his name, Ransom pulled Y/N backwards through the door to his grandfather’s study.

“You can’t say shit like that.” He growled in her face as he slammed her against the back of the door, breathing heavily against her lips.

Ransom’s eyes flickered over her lips as he pressed his hands firmly either side of her head on the heavy wooden door. She licked her lips, giving him her best ‘fuckable’ eyes as she felt her panties dampen.

“You know it drives me crazy.” He huffed, pressing his crotch against her thigh as he kissed her softly.

She let out a smug little giggle as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as she could. “I know.” She hummed into the kiss, tilting her head as she pressed her chest against his.

“Oh,” Ransom raised his eyebrows, smirking at her mischievously. “So you want to be fucked in my grandfather’s study?”

“What I want, is to be fucked by you.” Y/N demanded, leaning against the hard wood behind her to drop her hands to his belt. “I want to be fucked hard.” She continued dotingly, tugging harshly on his belt as Ransom closed his eyes with a huff. “I want you to fuck a baby into me.” Her hand pushed into his pants, grabbing his rock hard cock. “Right here.” She smeared his leaking pre-cum over his tip with her thumb, causing Ransom to buck his hips toward her. “Right now.”

He smirked cockily, letting his mouth hang open as he threw his head back in pleasure. “and you always get what you want, huh princess?”

She smiled cheekily, biting her lip as she slid her hand up and down his shaft slowly. “Oh, like you don’t want this too. Princess.”

“Okay,” He groaned out with an evil chuckle as his hands came down to grab her hips. “Enough playing around. People are going to start noticing we’re gone.” He muttered as he skilfully spun them around, walking her backwards across the room.

“Fuck,” Y/N gasped with an animated expression as she felt the back of her legs hit the desk. Her lips pressed into a pout as she ran a hand up his chest, pretending to try and stop him. “Ransom, we can’t.”

“Really, it’s cute that you wanna start acting innocent all of a sudden.” He chuckled at her fake gasp, kissing her lips softly as he tugged her hand off of his chest.

Y/N smiled into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck before she began lowering herself onto her knees in front of him. She didn’t even make it to the floor before she felt Ransom’s hand grip onto her upper arm, pulling her back up.

Ransom shook his head, eyebrows arched in weakness as he gripped her hips tightly. “Not now, I can’t fucking wait anymore.” He growled, mouth hung open as he captured her lips with his own.

She whimpered into the kiss, fingers weaving through his hair as he lifted her onto the wooden surface. She immediately opened her mouth to welcome his tongue. His tongue flicked hers teasingly, her nipples hardening underneath her blouse as she bucked her hips desperately into the air.

A smug look washed over his face as he leaned back from the kiss, looking at the small amount of space between them. His fingers pushed her skirt up to her hips, exposing her thighs as he hooked the waistband of her white lacy panties.

“Can’t decide whether to fuck you like this or strip you naked and risk my family walking in and seeing me fuck a baby into your eager little pussy.” Ransom kissed down her neck, biting harshly when he got to the base causing her to cry out loudly.

“Ransom,” she whimpered, pressing her chest against his as she ran her hand down his arm and onto his cock. “Please tell me you locked the door.”

“Now where’s the fun in that?” He breathed against her lips, his tongue flicking out to touch hers as she once again opened her mouth instinctively.

Her heart sunk at the feeling of one of his family members walking in and catching them, especially his creepy little cousin, but she was soon distracted by the feeling on his tongue in her mouth.

“Ransom.” She whined helplessly, a pout on her face as she started pumping his cock again with her hand.

“I know, baby, I know.” His softer side showed momentarily as he worked at getting his way. “You want me to fill you with my cum, hm? Fuck you until I get you pregnant? Watch that belly of yours stretch as you carry my baby?”

She was stroking his cock teasingly from where it hung out of his chinos. His questions were rhetorical, they both wanted it.

Ransom let his fingers dip into the material of her panties. She spread her legs for him, giving him easier access to cup her bare pussy.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He growled, dropping his forehead against hers as he felt her wetness against his palm.

“Want you to pound me against this desk Ransom,” she breathed against his lips, pulling him closer by one hand in his hair, the other pumping his cock faster now. “Show everyone who I belong to.”

Ransom let out an exhasperated breath, roughly pushing her back down against the desk as he hovered over her. “I can’t hold back anymore.” He grunted.

She gasped softly, watching as he moved his hands up her torso before suddenly ripping her delicate blouse to expose her chest. “Ransom!” She squealed in shock as she watched the buttons fly in all directions.

“Relax, I’ll buy you a new one.” Ransom rolled his eyes and gripped her jaw tightly in one of his hands as he admired her face. He licked his lips, eyes visibly darker as his cock rested against her pantie covered centre.

His eyes dropped to her chest, closing his eyes momentarily to try and control himself as he realised she lay bra-less below him. “Oops.” She smirked slightly as she followed his gaze, watching his head drop to her chest.

“Your boobs are gunna stretch so much when you’re pregnant,” he growled as he dropped his head, circling her sensitive nipple with his tongue. Y/N’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer on top of her. “They’ll get so big getting ready to feed our baby.” He continued as his head moved to the other nipple, wrapping his lips around it as he sucked.

Her head flew back as she bucked her hips against his cock with a whimper. Her clit twitched, making her repeat the action over and over.

“Gunna cum in me Ransom? Fill me with your seed? Pound me until I’m carrying your baby?”

“That’s right.” He growled animalisticaly, her words sending him over the edge as he roughly rolled her over.

He boobs pressed hard against the desk, Ransom’s legs either side of hers as she stood feet together in anticipation.

“You want this cock, huh?” He grunted as his chest pressed against her bare back, his cock nudging against her entrance.

She nodded her head and bit her lip, angling her head to look back at him the best she could.

“C’mon now, Princess, let me hear you.” Ransom ran his cock between her wet folds, pleasuring himself on the warmth of her centre.

“Yes, fuck. I need your cock in me, please.” She begged, pushing her ass back against him as her palms pressed firmly against the desk.

He didn’t waste another moment, gripping his thick member as he lined himself up with her tight hole, slowly pushing himself inside of her.

She moaned softly, clenching around his length as he slid almost fully out, pounding back in as he moved his hands to press on her hips.

“So tight.” He smirked with pleasure, standing back up to angle himself deeper.

Y/N cried out quietly, trying to fight the overwhelming sting of his thick cock as he fucked her from behind.

Ransom’s hands slid down to her ass, massaging and pulling on her cheeks as he watched her pussy swallow his cock.

“Look at you taking my cock so well.” He grunted landing a smack on her round ass. His pace quickened as he watched her bring her feet together, his cock squeezing between her pussy lips. “Like you were fucking made for me to cum inside you. Made to have my babies.”

“Give it to me, Ransom.” She begged beneath him, arching her back to make his cock nudge her special spot inside her. Y/N gasped softly as her clit rubbed against the hard surface below her, reminding her of where they were. “Give me your cum.”

Ransom groaned as his head fell backwards, trying not to cum on the spot. It made him feel dizzy, the way she begged for him. The way she begged for him to make her pregnant.

Y/N tilted her head towards him, a knowing smirk took over her lips as she moaned loudly, too loudly.

Ransom’s widened eyes quickly locked on the back of her head, not faulting in his pace as he shhhed her.

“Oh, yes. Ransom.” She continued in a near enough scream, entertaining herself at the panic she caused him. She was certainly being loud enough for his family to hear and she knew it. “Fuck a baby into me.”

Ransom’s hand jolted forward to grab her hair, forcefully pulling her backwards towards him. Her back was now inches away from his chest, his cock fucking up into her at a new angle as she smiled deviously.

“What are you playing at?” He groaned, holding onto her hip with his other hand to make his thrusts harder.

She smirked proudly, closing her eyes in bliss as his cock rubbed against her walls. All she could do was stand firmly on her feet, trusting in Ransom to support her body as he fucked her.

“As soon as you push our baby out of you I’m going to be fucking another one into you.” Ransom growled into Y/N’s ear, the wet sounds of them fucking filled the large room. “And don’t think I’m going to stop fucking you while you’re pregnant.”

“Ransom.” She moaned quietly, his words were sending shocks of pleasure through her already overstimulated body. Her mouth pouted in the shape of an ‘O’, feeling the pleasure take over as she came on top of his cock.

“I’m going to fuck you as your belly grows, as your boobs stretch, as your hips widen. I’m going to fuck that sensitive little pussy of yours and fill you over and over again with my cum.” He continued, kissing below her ear before gritting his teeth, the feeling of her clenching around him as she orgasmed becoming too much.

“Ransom.” She moaned his name again, riding out her high as he continued to beat his cock into her from behind. His hips smacking against her ass.

Her pulsating little clit throbbed as he fucked her, his shaft running easily through her dripping folds.

“Give it to me Ransom.” She begged softly, clenching around him.

Ransom felt himself close to his climax, his thrusts speeding up as he chased his high.

“Put a baby in me.” She whispered innocently, driving him crazy as she felt his cock twitch.

His hips jolted erratically as his cum spurted inside of her. Ransom let out a throaty growl, biting his lip to stop himself from being loud.

The aftershock of his orgasm made him buck his hips deep into her with no rhythm, making sure none of his cum escaped her hole.

“Stay there.” He grunted, pulling her hips back against him, still fully engulfed inside her. “Wanna make sure it’s deep inside you.”

He stopped thrusting, both of them catching their breath as Y/N leaned forward, resting her hands against the table obediently.

Ransom’s fingers traced delicate patterns over her back. “You’re going to be such a good mum.” He whispered with a softness that didn’t match his usual demeanour.

“And you’re going to be an amazing father.” She smiled to herself as she listened to him.

Ransom finally pulled himself out of her, tucking himself back into his pants as she turned to face him.

“I’m still gunna fuck you like this when you’re pregnant.” He smirked cheekily, looking up and down Y/N’s body.

She rolled her eyes with a chuckle as she moved around the room to find her clothes. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

She stopped abruptly and turned to face Ransom who was already dressed again like nothing had happened.

“Ransom my shirt.” She frowned, remembering the way he’d torn the material beneath his strong hands.

“What about it.” Ransom shrugged innocently, walking towards the door.

“You ripped it! I can’t go back out there, I have nothing to wear.” She hissed in a low tone, panic flooded her eyes as she ran a hand through her hair.

Ransom turned the door handle with a shrug, opening it. “Guess you’re just gunna have to go topless tonight, babe.” He smirked leaving the room, closing the door quickly before she had time to retaliate.

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bellarkeselection · 2 years

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Part 5 - Dutton Spoils

Part 6

Falling for my Bestie

@stellarosedutton co - author

Kayce's POV

"Can I open my eyes now Kayce?" She giggles as I make her keep her eyes closed coming back from the store earlier. Today is Christmas Eve so I can't think of another better chance to spoil her. Sitting a box in her lap she squints her eyes open slowly opening the box pulling out a onesie. The first one reading "It's not easy being the cutest cowboy around" for a boy. "Daddy's Little Cowgirl" for a girl written on a pink onesie. "Kayce, I thought I said not to buy anything until we got closer to knowing the gender." She groans a smile on her face nonetheless. Plopping down on the living room couch beside her I drape my arm over the back, my hat sitting on my lap.

Resting a hand to her cheek I try to control myself from blushing at her looking more beautiful in the glow of the burning fire in the fireplace. My dad already went to bed so we are the only ones up late tonight. "All I have is love to give you Y/n." She lightly blushes but it's hard to catch when she raises a brow at what I said. "Love to give me?" I feel my cheeks turn a light red hearing her say it, noticing our noses are almost brushing. I messed up. Suddenly I tilt my head away from hers, clearing my head. I stutter out rubbing the back of my neck still blushing. "I uh - I meant for this child…"

"Kayce I- I gotta puke…" Y/n started to reply until sickness took over. She stumbles to her feet rushing to the bathroom downstairs puking in the toilet. Right on her tail I bend down on my knees holding her hair away from her face finally feeling my blush disappearing. We'd scheduled a doctor's appointment in two months to find the baby's gender seeing her belly growing bigger. I wish my mom was here to make her famous biscuits to ease her pain. Those biscuits always made us better no matter what pain we were facing. "I'm glad you're here. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here…" She breathed out, wiping her mouth burying her face in the crook of my neck, my arms gently wrapped around her as we sat quietly on the bathroom floor. My love goes to you too Y/n.

Y/N's POV

I was laying in bed, morning sickness took a lot out of me since i got further along in the pregnancy but Kayce was there every step of the way and helping me through everything including the doctor’s appointments, since we were one step closer to finding out the baby’s gender but I had gotten a text earlier that said Walker was out of prison and looking for me as i called Kayce’s phone. “Hey Kayce, think you can come to the house. I need to show you something, and I don't know what to do because apparently, my ex is coming to this ranch and working. Rip is bringing him back right now. I am nervous, what if he is angry with me and tries to hurt me” I say, speaking into the phone as I heard a truck pull up outside the main house.

Kayce's POV

Slamming my truck driver's side door I bolt into the house in panic searching for her in the house only to end up finding her sitting on the couch. Hugging her legs to her chest, slightly shaking fear present in her eyes. "Walker's coming here Kayce!" She sniffs in tears as I toss my hat across the room with my tan jacket bending down to pick up her phone reading the text. My father had sent Rip to go pick him up wanting some more cowboys in the Bunkhouse. But I don't trust Walker, he's been in prison. How can someone like that be a good father to a baby "Kayce...what if he hurts me for keeping the baby?" She whispered low where I almost didn't hear her. Dropping her phone on the couch I pull her into my chest burying my head into her neck and clearly she needs it when her arms wrapped around my neck. "I won't let that happen. If he lays a hand on you at all or hurts you, he'll go to the train station."

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pinkteapotwriting · 3 years

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Healing

Wolfstar x fem!reader

Sirius is innocent and it doesn’t take long for him and Remus to make their way back home to you.

Word count: 3332

Warning: There is a food mention and brief nudity but that’s all baby

He was a shaking mess. It had been over a decade. Over a decade since you had last held him in your arms. Over a decade since you had left yours, Remus and Sirius’s shared home. Once Sirius was arrested a part of you died. Especially considering no one believed you when you said he was innocent; that he could never betray James and Lily like that. It killed you even more that Remus could believe he was capable of such evil.

Remus did everything he could to console you, even though he lost his lover too, but him trying to convince you everyone else's side is what led you to leaving and never coming back. You remembered your blurred vision, the hot tears that spilled down your cheeks that night. The bitterness that pooled and overflowed at the thought of one of the men you loved fiercely being held against his will, while the other called you foolish for rejecting reality. But you knew Sirius was innocent and you just couldn’t live like that anymore. Where all your memories turned to ash in the fire that almost took you with it.

So here he was, a shaking mess at your doorstep. Of course Remus had already sent an owl explaining everything, but that didn’t make his presence any less shocking. You looked behind him and saw Remus with a trunk in one hand and a lead attached to a hippogriff in the other. Remus was refusing to meet your eyes so you looked back to Sirius’s wide ones. They were so open and vulnerable and you knew without words being said exactly what this man needed.

“Remus” you called stiffly “walk around to the back. There’s space for the Hippogriff in a shed there. I’ll take Sirius in for some food and you’re welcome to join us once you’re done. Here, let me grab your trunk.”

You walked past Sirius, who was still very much so shaking in place and took the trunk from Remus and turned away briskly. Remus didn’t say anything and followed his orders obediently, too terrified and ashamed to respond at all. You walked back up to the man you never stopped loving and took his hand to lead him into the house.

“Y/N” he croaked.

“Shhhhhhh, it’s okay love. I know you have lots to tell me, but we’re gonna get some food in you first, okay?”

He just nodded and allowed you to take him to the breakfast nook in your kitchen. You reluctantly released his hand to get him a glass of water and once you set the glass down you heard the back door open and close. Remus walked in silently and took his place across from Sirius. Not knowing what to say he just fiddled with his hands awkwardly as you placed the kettle on the stove.

“Remus I know you’ll want some, but would you like some tea as well Siri.”

He just nodded while staring off into space.

You smiled warmly at him then turned to Remus, who still refused to meet your eyes.

“Remus” your gaze unwavering as he reluctantly looked up from an apparently very interesting spot on the table. “Two lumps of sugar right?”

“Uh. yes, thank you.”

“And Sirius only likes one. Okay, I’ll get supper started right away.”

Soon enough you were throwing ingredients in a pot to make some stew and baking some biscuits. The aroma was intoxicating for Sirius, who hadn’t had a home cooked meal in twelve years. You had always been a good cook and he found himself almost to the point of tears as you placed his supper in front of him.

You sat yourself beside Sirius and across from Remus casually as if there was nothing to talk about. Remus stared at you in awe, dumbfounded at your calm grasp at the situation. Not knowing how you could be cool headed when you hadn’t seen both of the loves of your life in over a decade.

“Please, dig in. You two look starving.”

Everything was a lot less awkward once you all had something to do. Sirius practically wolfed down his food and didn’t even need to ask before you were already filling his bowl with seconds. He looked so fragile. All you wanted to do was hold him, but it had been so long you weren’t sure how he’d changed and what his boundaries would be. What his innocence even meant for you two, for you three.

“Thank you”

Sirius’s hand found his way to yours and gave it a gentle squeeze. His hands weren’t as strong as they used to be, but at least now that he had food in his system his hands weren’t trembling. You gained the courage to look into his eyes. They were intense and sincere. Your eyes were then drawn to the bags under his. They weighed down his face heavily; what a burden to have to carry alone.

“Come on Siri, let’s get you cleaned up before bed, yeah? Remus while I run him a bath I have some thawed chicken breast for our friend out back, if you’d be so inclined. I’ll make sure to get some more food for him tomorrow.”

With that you led Sirius up the stairs to the bathroom and had him sit on the toilet as you got everything ready.

“I know you’re exhausted and I promise you can sleep soon-”

Sirius interrupted, “No, no it’s fine. I can’t remember the last time I felt clean. I really appreciate it.”

“Okay well I’ll leave you to it then. I’ll check in later okay.”

“Y/N”

“Yes Siri”

“Thank you.” his bottom lip started to tremble “So much.”

It didn’t take long for you to reach him and rub his arm soothingly. “Hey love it’s okay. It’s gonna be alright”

“But Remus told me everything and I- I’m just so sorr-”

“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry. Remus and I will be fine. We’ll all be fine. We just need to communicate and figure some things out. None of what happened was your fault and I swear if I ever get my hands on that fucking rat I’ll-”

You were interrupted by a soft chuckle and your hands being clasped together between larger ones. You hadn’t even noticed you stopped rubbing his arm and replaced that action with clenching your fists in rage. He then placed a delicate kiss on the back of each hand before looking up at you.

“You’ve always felt the need to fight others' battles for them.”

Your anger sank back down to the depths where you normally kept it hidden.

“I will be right back. You get settled while I check on Remus.”

“Okay, try to be gentle with him though. I’m not angry at him believing what he believed. I mean all the facts pointed towards-”

You left and shut the door abruptly before you had to hear more of what he had to say. Your wounds never healed and you weren’t about to let him rub salt in them. Everything had been so much to take and just waiting to burst out through the surface, but you had to take care of your boys. Well, they weren’t your boys anymore, but you knew you had to help them pick up the pieces, whether they were yours or not. So you tried your best to strengthen your will as you made your way down the stairs, heart pounding heavily once you reached the doorway into the kitchen.

Your resolve however, broke, as your heart settled and warmed once you saw the sight in front of you. There was Remus drying the dishes as he hummed quietly to himself. Relieved that he didn’t sense your presence, because everything was too much and you just couldn’t stop the tears from forming. You silently padded across the kitchen and wrapped your arms tightly around the man in front of you, pressing yourself tightly against his back.

“I’m so sorry” you mumbled.

He blinked. You were quiet but loud enough for him to hear. He removed your hands from his torso and turned to hold you to his chest instead. One hand rubbed your back while the other cradled your head. “I didn’t realize that you had anything to apologize for. You were right all along, I was just too blind to see.”

“I’m happy I’m right believe me, but this isn’t the kind of thing I want to rub in. We lost too much. We’ve all had to wait 12 years and then we lost Sirius and then I gave up on us and-”

“Shhh, love. I gave up on the man who needed me the most and I lost you because of my own damn foolishness.” he paused to place his hand under your chin to raise your gaze to his while his thumb wiped your tears away. “I never stopped thinking about you. Every day I regretted pushing you away. I still regret, I regret not chasing you as you left. I regret letting my fear of your rejection stop me from feeling joy for the past decade. I regret not begging for you to come back.”

You buried your face in his chest again finding comfort in his strong embrace, but you still couldn’t rid yourself of guilt and confusion.

“Oh Rem, I was so angry. I didn’t understand how you could believe it and it wasn’t fair we were even put in that position.”

“Are you still angry?”

“Yes and no. I’m not particularly angry at anyone anymore other than myself. I don’t know. I just wanted to make everything alright again and I couldn’t, I can’t.”

“That’s not a burden you should of had to bear alone, that you don’t have to bear alone”

You both stayed in silence for a while.

“Rem?”

“Yes Y/N?”

“Please stay. I don’t know what’s going on other than I know I need you here. Please, don’t go.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

You both stayed like that for a few minutes before you reluctantly broke your hold.

“I’m gonna go check on Sirius”

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Sirius had his head tilted back, not remembering the last time he was able to feel warmth like this, but also completely aware of how he was alone with his own thoughts. He raised his head as he heard a soft knock at the door.

“Yes?”

“It’s Y/N, can I come in?”

“Of course.”

He rested his head back in the comfort your presence brought, letting the bliss overtake his finally relaxed state. Y/N smiled at the sight, completely happy as he seemed somewhat okay in the moment. You sat down beside him cross legged, taking in the face you could only see in your dreams for the past decade.

“I talked to Remus.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, honestly I don’t know what’s going on. Other than you two are gonna be staying here for a while so I can take care of you. I just came to check in before I got your bed ready.”

You gripped the edge of the tub to lift yourself up, but before you could even move Sirius had his hand locked around your wrist.

“Wait- please don’t go.”

“Everything alright?”

“Darling, I’ve had to be by myself for the past decade, I’m not exactly in need of alone time. Would you please keep me company? ”

“Anything you need.”

Instead of loosening his grip completely he replaced his hold from your wrist to your hand.

“Just need you here, that’s all I need.”

His thumb rubbed the back of your hand in soothing circles and you couldn’t believe your hand had been empty of his for so long. You remembered that Sirius was always a man of action. Sure, he could be a little spitfire. He could get your tongue tied just as quick as he loosened it, however he showed his love with action. You were the same. So you couldn’t help but smile at the sigh that escaped his lips as you scratched at his scalp.

“Here Siri, let me help you get cleaned up.”

He just nodded, welcoming to any sort of soft touch that he had been without for so long.

You grabbed a washcloth and slowly moved it up along his arms. Every movement as soft and tender as Sirius was right now. There was no sexual motive in what you were doing, but it did feel just as intimate. Tears started rolling down his face freely when you started massaging the shampoo into his scalp.

“Y/N you don’t even know, you don’t even know how much I missed your hands, shit”

“It’s alright love. I know, believe me” you cooed reassuringly.

Finally when his hair was washed you started combing through his thick locks. Everything felt timeless and you wished you could make him feel this good for ages, but the goosebumps on his arms told you it was time to get out.

“I bet that water is pretty cold now, come on. Up you get.”

He just stared at you like you were the only good thing left on this earth as you dried him and eventually handed him a towel to wrap around his waist.

Knock Knock. “Hey, is it alright if I come in.” Well, maybe not the only good thing.

“Sure Moons,” Sirius answered.

Remus entered what he thought could be casual until he saw the bare chested man standing two feet in front of him, his cheeks turning a slight tinge of pink before he remembered why he was there.

“Here, I figured you’d want some clean clothes to wear so I brought some of mine to sleep in.”

“Well actually…” You responded. “You know what, just follow and I’ll show you.”

They trailed behind you cautiously, very afraid of the sudden anxious tone of your voice. Once you all were in your room you gestured for them to sit on the bed and moved towards your dresser. Finally you broke the silence.

“Don’t judge me too harshly but..”

“Oh y/n love, why?” Sirius asked.

The sight in front of him broke his heart. You with a heap of his old clothing that you placed beside him on the bed. The thought of you never moving on, of never healing and just living your life constantly seeing the remnants of the love you lost.

“I couldn’t do it. I know it’s not healthy, but they were the only thing I had left of you and I couldn’t bear it” you choked.

Sirius was there to catch your tears as he held your face tightly to his chest. Soon enough you felt another comforting figure wrap his long arms around both you and Sirius as he nestled in behind you.

“This is ridiculous” you sniffled “I’m supposed to be taking care of you two, not the other way around.”

“We’ll take care of eachother darling.” Sirius replied.

“Like we were always supposed to. Can’t do this by yourself, love. I know I can’t do this alone anymore either.” Remus added.

You breathed in contentment, feeling like someone finally removed the boulder that was placed on your chest. Your brain wasn’t free of all its constraints however, for you still had a million questions burning in the back of your mind.

“Siri,” you sighed “you really should get some rest.”

“But he smells so good.” Remus chided

Sirius just chuckled.

“Well I’ll leave you boys to get ready, I’m not tired yet.”

With that you weaseled your way out from between them. Already missing the warmth, but still insecure with all the undefined things that maybe could never be defined again. You looked to see two very disappointed men and giggled.

“Seriously you two, just get yourselves comfortable and don’t worry about me, okay.”

You made your way downstairs, a thousand thoughts running through your head. That boulder was finding its way onto your chest again. Have you ever stopped loving them? No, of course not. Did they feel the same? What would this mean? Were you all in a relationship again? Had Remus forgiven you for leaving? Sirius seems like he wants you around, or does he just want comfort? Someone familiar to ease him in. God all you wanted to do was fall asleep in their arms again, but your fear was making your brain go haywire. So you decided you’d let Sirius take the bed and Remus would probably stay with him. Maybe they won’t notice you thought to yourself as you pulled a blanket over your body and let your eyelids become dark blank canvases.

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The floorboards creaked with the unfamiliarity of Sirius and Remus’s feet. Finally they paused once they reached their destination and suddenly weren’t as confused as to why you had never come back up again. You were in a restless sleep, twitching and muttering to yourself. You awoke with a gasp, despite being awoken by a gentle touch.

“Y/N, I thought you weren’t tired?” Remus questioned.

“Well, maybe I was a little tired…”

This time Sirius began his own interrogation.

“Would you like to inform us why you’re sleeping on the couch in your own house?”

“I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable.”

What you said was true enough but Sirius could feel your anxieties. He felt them the very same ones at first, but as soon as he saw you in the doorway he remembered all the nights he dreamed of you only to have dementors take them away. He wasn’t shaking cause he was scared. He was shaking because he was so completely overwhelmed that you were a real thing in front of him. In Azkaban deranged illusions of you were hardly attainable, and when they were they were ones that only inflicted pain. Then an angel answered the door and now this angel was doubting herself.

“12 years I’ve had to sleep without you in my arms. I would fall asleep to the sound of your breathing. I haven’t had a proper sleep since the last time I saw you. 12 years! Do you know how many days that is?”

“4380, would you like me to include the days since you’ve escaped as well?”

Remus answered cheekily, while dodging a swipe from Sirius as he continued.

“Besides, you’re not the only one who hasn’t slept. She would always sleep in the middle then suddenly it was too cold.”

"See you don't want us to be cold do you? That wouldn't be very comfortable."

You giggled at Sirius’s furrowed eyebrows.

Suddenly that stern gaze was turned into a warm smile as he spoke.

“Fuck, forgot all the cute noises you could make. That does it. This couch is too small for all three of us and I’m feeling too bloody selfish and sleep deprived to figure this shit out. Y/N you and Remus are the loves of my life and I’m not sleeping another night ever again without both of you within my reach understand? Pick her up Moony.”

Soon enough your legs were wrapped around Remus’s waist and your arms were mimicking those actions around his neck. Truly a koala. Remus took you up the stairs while Sirius trailed closely behind. Your head was pressed into Remus’s neck but luckily your arms didn’t cover your eyes so you could gaze upon the beauty that was Sirius; still not quite believing it was yours to behold again. Your view however was subsided once you were placed on the bed. It didn’t take long for your back to be pressed firmly against Remus as you buried your head against Sirius’s chest. The weight of loving arms across your body replaced the weight of the world you once had to carry alone.

And you knew you’d never want to fall asleep any other way again.

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Shoutout to @thotbutpurple for encouraging me to write!

#sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar x reader #fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #marauders #my writing

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ksqwildwest · 2 years

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8 or 12 for Mason, Karl and Jack?

Thanks for the ask

No. No no. No No No. I refuse.

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"No."

"You-"

"No no."

"You lost-"

"No no no. I refuse."

"You said yourself that you lost. Now you gotta live with it."

"What are you two talkin' about?" Karl asked Mason and Jack, who were arguing outside of Williams shop.

They greeted him briefly before Jack explained, "We're talking about that bet we made yesterday. The one about your cat, um, not Mittens, Biscuit! Well, Mason is refusing to go with the outfit I'm choosing for him."

Karl vuagely remembered the bet being made. He'd nearly forgotten about it, having been caught up with training and introducing Biscuit and Mittens to the town. A week wearing whatever outfit the winner chose. It must have been a pretty bad outfit for Mason to look so miserable with the idea of it.

"If he really doesn't like the look of whatever you picked out-"

"Hey now," Mason interrupted, "I don't got a problem with the look of it. It's actually kinda stylish. My problem is the sleeves have this fancy lace stuff on the ends that make me itch to hell and back."

"..... Oh, is that it?" Mason nodded. "Well, why don't you just use a cloth or something and tie it around the spot that'll get itchy, or wear a shirt underneath if you're allowed to?"

Jack seemed to chew on the idea for a few moments before turning to Mason. "I'll let ya wear a shirt if ya wear the necklace that came with the dress," He said.

"Deal." Mason spun on his heels and all but threw himself into the store.

"What dress?"

"Wait! You don't know about-" Jack cackled for a few moments, "oh, here's a good story for ya. Since as far back as the town can remember, there's always been this dress floating around. William doesn't remember getting it for the store and no one else has admitted to being the one to bring it in. I feel like at some point, someone thought a girl would stay in town but, well, there are none. So we just have this dress and it's always had this necklace that goes with it."

"And I'm lookin' mighty fine in it!" Mason hollered as he walked outside.

He was wearing his normal boots, hat, bandana and shirt but now he was wearing a baby blue dress that fell just below the knees and a fancy looking necklace with a blue pendent on the end. He'd slung his pants and vest over his shoulders like a bizarre looking scarf and it only added to the look.

Karl felt his whole body blush at the sight. For as ridiculous as he looked, Mason really did look mighty fine in it. It occurred to Karl that he'd never actually seen Mason's bare arms or legs before. He blushed harder.

"See somethin' you like, pretty boy?" Mason purred out as he walked down the steps, stopping right next to him. Karl just looked right back like he was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen.

Mason was looking forward to the rest of the week.

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Whoo! Sorry for sorta disappearing for a few days, I had to travel. Got back home and immediately wrote this. Hope you guys like it!

Also, if it isn't obvious, the bet mentioned is the one from The Fuzzy Wuzzy Deputy.

#tales from the smp #tftsmp #tftsmp wild west #karl jacobs #jack kenoff #tftsmp mason #short

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(masterpost)

(I wrote a very nsfw flashback from Col’s past, which can be read here. Heed the warnings and have fun)

As the days went by, Pet quickly realised that Master’s cat was a little… imperfect. He could tell from the way she sometimes bumped her head into doorframes, or table legs, that her vision wasn’t the best. She was old, by the looks of it. Old and slow, and Master clearly loved her very much.

“Hello my little Jaffa,” he murmured, scooping her up, running his fingers through her thick fur. Her eyelids sank down until she looked like she was fast asleep.

It made Pet’s chest ache. Why was Master making him watch this? Did he enjoy being cruel? Pet already knew he wasn’t here to receive affection like that, and the reminders hurt. Especially knowing Master could love his pet even if it wasn’t in perfect shape.

He still hadn’t been given any clear orders, and Pet was starting to think Master was giving him time to heal. Getting him as robust as possible before breaking him down again. The waiting was tough, and not knowing what was to come was worse. But Pet couldn’t speculate, he just couldn’t, or else he’d skirt too close to the memories he kept shut out- the ones he kept hidden, even from himself.

Master’s voice broke him out of his thoughts. “Hey, Col, want to come and sit up here with me? I have some biscuits here you might like.”

. . .

Col nodded in that quick, nervous-rabbit way of his, and stood up. He liked kneeling on the carpet, Linden had noticed. He kneaded his balled hands through it like a cat. Kneeling was fine, Linden told himself, as long as he didn’t crawl. And to the boy’s credit, he was doing very well with that.

He walked over now, at about to same speed Jaffa often walked at, trying to mitigate the impact of her frequent head bumps. Linden set her down and slowly grabbed his mug of herbal tea and the packet of biscuits, while Col watched him. Waiting for permission. Linden was starting to wonder if the boy was even able to speak, or if something in his past had rendered him mute. His past had clearly rendered him a lot of things- it was figuring out what could be healed that mattered.

“Come, you can sit here,” Linden patted the wooden chair. “If you want to. You can just get a biscuit and go back to the carpet, if you’d prefer.”

It was as if Col almost started to consider it, then thought better and forced himself into the chair, curling one foot underneath him.

“Comfortable?” Another quick nod. “Okay, good.”

Linden noticed how Col seemed to relax a little at that. Baby steps, he reminded himself. It’s okay to tell him he’s good, if that’s what he needs right now.

He sat along from him, close but hopefully not too close. He tore open the packet and handed it to Col. “Here. They taste nice. You can take one and eat it.”

He peered at it, like he expected it to bite. Then, constantly checking Linden’s face as he did so, he reached in and picked one up. Linden waited patiently, then took one for himself. As he bit into it, so did Col. Okay. This was going alright.

. . .

Master was eating one too, so they weren’t poisoned. Or maybe he had just built up a resistance. Or maybe they weren’t harmful to humans, only dogs?

None of that mattered, of course. Master had ordered him to eat. His orders were odd, they weren’t barked at him like Pet’s first owner, but that didn’t make them any less unavoidable.

It did taste good. It was sweet, nothing like the sour dog food that had sustained him for years.

Pet noticed he had dropped a small crumb onto the table and quickly licked it up gratefully. He wouldn’t dare waste food given to him. It was still weird, not eating from Master’s hand.

“You don’t- it’s okay, it’s just a crumb,” Master scolded him, and Pet ducked his head at the reprimand. Maybe it was funny watching him act like a human- Master was probably laughing at the way he wobbled on the chair, and held the biscuit in his disused hands, and fed himself. He was sure any moment now Master was going to smile and tell him how stupid he looked, what a dumb dog he was.

Pet drifted back to reality at the smell of something even sweeter than his treat. It was coming from the mug in Master’s hands, held securely between his fingers, each one with a painted black nail. Master noticed him staring before Pet could look away, and he cringed. Messing up as usual.

“You want a sip? It’s herbal tea. It’s hot, mind.”

Another order. Pet nodded obediently.

. . .

It was an easy mistake, and one Linden should’ve seen coming, given how out of practice Col was with his hands. Linden let go of the mug before Col had properly gripped it. Right over Linden’s lap.

Linden was aware of the burning against his thighs before he had even seen the mug drop. He jerked up, the chair clattering to the floor behind him, and Col gasped in pure horror.

“Shit, ow, ow, ow!” he cursed automatically.

Sounds beside him. Looking over, Col was already knelt with his face to the floor, trembling all over, and Linden’s thighs were burning and he really had to do something about that first-

“Woah, no, it’s okay, it’s just an accident, I have to get these trousers off, ow…” he muttered, quickly pulling his belt out and, suddenly realising he shouldn’t be getting undressed in front of Colton, scrambling upstairs.

. . .

Pet wasn’t sure if Master was still here- he had heard noises, he thought, going upstairs, but he couldn’t move. He was frozen, every instinct telling him to stay and take his punishment like a good dog.

He had hurt Master. He couldn’t stop trembling. His mouth quivered, his breaths coming out in whines. Fat heavy tears dribbled down his cheeks and onto the floorboards.

He was so bad, such a stupid insolent mutt, and bad dogs got punished, didn’t they, bad pets who can’t behave got belted and burned. Bad pets got taken upstairs to be restrained and, and-

Pet whimpered, a full-body sob that was so close to speaking he almost vomited from fear, and ground his face against the floor, trying to make the thoughts stop. That was his old life and he had a new Master now and this one might be different, he might be worse, but he couldn’t cry before it had even started and he had burned Master’s legs, burns hurt so badly and he was so, so useless that he just wanted the pain to start right now, so he could show he was sorry.

He could feel the cartilage in his nose jostling as he rolled his head. His heartbeat was pounding into his ears. He was in so much trouble, and he was so so sorry but it wasn’t enough. He wouldn’t be allowed to use his hands ever again.

A bump, at the top of the stairs. Footsteps. Coming towards him.

His thoughts went into overdrive. Master was coming and Pet had hurt him and now Master was angry. He had never seen him light up like that before, suddenly so quick and sharp and fierce. Pet’s hands skittered by his shoulders. He could feel every joint. Would they all be broken, perhaps? Burned? It would make sense to burn them. He deserved to have them burnt, even though that made him cry harder. Or maybe Master would concentrate on his thighs. Pour boiling water on them, then make him walk. Perhaps he’d peel the burning skin off and press knives to the raw flesh and make him scream. Or maybe he’d pin Pet’s hands down and bludgeon them until they didn’t even resemble hands anymore

You braindead animal. He’s not going to pick one or the other, you fucking idiot. He’s going to do them both and you’re going to thank him.

Master was stood over him, now. Looking at his unworthy dog, grovelling before him.

. . .

Linden couldn’t imagine how he would look threatening to anyone right now, in the only pair of shorts he could find, his thighs coated in cream. He’d had to roll the shorts up past his burns, and safety pinned them there.

But he knew, he knew, that didn’t matter. He knew Col wouldn’t look up from where he was cowering on his knees, sobbing audibly, and crack a smile.

The tall person in his care looked very, very small right now. He was knelt exactly where he’d dropped to the floor. No running, no backing away. Just like he’d been trained to. It made Linden feel ill. He had to take this slowly.

“Okay, okay, I’m here,” he started, keeping his voice slow and calm, knowing that his presence was Col’s worst nightmare right now. He had lost his cool earlier and he wished he could take it back, even though it was useless blaming himself. It was a shock, and a painful one. Anyone would’ve sworn. But he still felt a twist of guilt when he saw Col lock up, frozen in fear save for his persistent trembling. Linden could tell he was trying to stop himself from crying.

“Okay, you’re allowed to cry, crying is normal. Can you look up at me?”

Col did as he was told. His mouth was wobbling downwards, his nose red from being pressed against the floor. His hands were fully curled up.

Linden didn’t have a chance to say anything more before Col’s wild, terrified eyes found Linden’s belt on the table and he whimpered, holding his hands out eerily quickly, palms up, ready and unresisting.

Linden knew that if he took the belt and slashed Col’s hands with it, the boy wouldn’t fight back at all. He’d cry and moan, but he wouldn’t fight.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “I’m not. I wouldn’t hurt you, ever.”

He thought about putting his hands in Col’s, gently lowering them and rubbing soft circles with his thumbs, but he shook the thought away. Who knows what he might interpret that as.

Instead, he picked up the belt, feeling Col’s eyes on him while his back was turned, and threw it upstairs.

“No belt,” he said, “I won’t belt you, I won’t hurt you at all. Your hands are safe. I’m not angry with you. It was an accident. Can you look at me?”

He complied, of course he did. His eyes were burning with regret and fear.

“See my thighs? I’ve put some cream on them, to help with the burns. It’ll make them better.”

After a few seconds, Col nodded.

“You will know that burns hurt a lot,” Col whimpered, but Linden tried not to rush his words out. “That’s why I snapped. I was surprised, but not angry. I’m not angry. You can see in my face and hear in my voice that I’m calm and I won’t hurt you. Just because you spilled some tea on me, doesn’t mean you have to hurt too. It was just an accident. And I can tell you’re sorry.”

This was the magic word, it seemed. Col nodded desperately, eyes wide, as he blinked fresh tears down his face.

“Thank you. Apology accepted. It’s okay, it’s all okay. You’re safe and I won’t hurt you. In fact-“

. . .

“…And I can tell you’re sorry.”

Pet could have fainted with relief. His body was still prickling with fear, waiting for the punishment, and Pet couldn’t yet believe Master when he said he wouldn’t hurt him. But he could definitely show he was sorry.

He nodded, trying to get it just right, trying to look eager but not careless, guilty but not too pitiful.

I am so sorry, Master. Your stupid lowly animal is so sorry, your pathetic dog is sorry and won’t ever do it again, thank you for showing your slave pet mercy.

He was definitely being prepped for something, but Pet pushed it from his mind. Master was giving him a chance and he had to show his gratitude.

“Thank you. Apology accepted. It’s okay, it’s all okay. You’re safe and I won’t hurt you. In fact-“

Master walked somewhere behind him, returning a few seconds later with Jaffa in his arms, setting her down beside him.

“Jaffa always makes me feel better,” he said. Pet had no idea what he was talking about, but he nodded anyway, then leant down to kiss Master’s feet, thanking him with his body in the way that didn’t scare him. He only managed one kiss before Master stepped away, and Pet hoped it had been enough to show that he knew his place, and he was sorry, and he would do anything to please Master. It was a lot to show in a single gesture.

“I’ll be upstairs, if you need me. You’re safe, you’re okay, I’m not angry. If you want, you can cuddle Jaffa for a bit. Okay? Okay. See you in a bit, Col.”

Pet watched Master leave, his wiry legs climbing the stairs until they vanished entirely. Jaffa rubbed her cheek along Pet’s folded legs, and he nervously reached out a hand, sinking it into her fur. His hands, that he still had. Pet felt like he was starting to understand what Master was keeping him for, but he didn’t want to accept it. Instead, he stroked Jaffa and dried his eyes, the taste of biscuit still in his mouth.

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An Unlikely Choice (dad!Arthur Morgan)

A/N: This is an addition to my new little dad!Arthur series! Hopefully we will see more of domesticated Arthur in the near future :)

Warnings: none, just fluff!

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Arthur takes Daisy to get her first horse.

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“Come on, daddy!”

“We’re goin’ as fast as we can, sweetpea.”

“I’ve seen Poncho go faster than this!”

“Well Poncho don’t go fast when little kids are on his back.”

“Don’t you give him a little nudge like this?” Daisy leaned to the side and used her heels to give the buckskin standardbred an encouraging nudge.

Poncho put his ears back, huffing in displeasure.

“Come on now, sweetpea.” Arthur reached down to stop her leg. “You don’t do that. You’re not the one with the reins so you aren’t the one who tells him to go faster, okay?”

“Okay, daddy.”

“We don’t wanna confuse poor Poncho, do we?” Arthur rubbed the side of Poncho’s neck. “He’s a good boy.”

“Daddy, what if all the horses are gone by the time we get there?” Daisy looked over her shoulder to him.

“Sweetpea, I don’t think all the horses are gonna be gone-,”

“But what if they are?” Her little eyebrows were drawn together with concern.

“Then we’ll have to find somewhere else that has horses, sweetpea.” Arthur leaned down to kiss her head.

“What if that place runs out of horses too?”

“You sound like your mother.” He sighed, bringing Poncho to a stop at the end of the main street. “She worries just like that too. Always questionin’ everything.”

Arthur climbed down from the saddle and took the reins, making sure Daisy sat safely in the saddle.

“I promised you I was gonna get you a horse, didn’t I?”

Daisy nodded, messing with the saddle horn.

“Then I’m gonna get you a horse. Have a little faith in me, sweetpea.” He fixed the way his hat sat on his head and began to lead Poncho down the busy street.

“What’s faith, daddy?”

“Faith is, uh…. is like trust.”

Daisy didn’t hear his answer. She was too busy watching a pair of huge horses pull an even bigger cart.

“Whoa! Daddy, look!” She pointed. “Look at how big those horses are!”

“Those are workin’ horses. Papa Hosea used to have one a long, long time ago.”

“How many horses has Papa Hosea had?”

“Too many to count.”

Arthur led Poncho down to the stables at the end of the street. He tethered the horse to a hitching post and moved to get Daisy down from the saddle.

“Now remember sweetpea. In here, you can’t be too loud and you can’t move too fast. We don’t wanna spook the horses.”

“Okay.” She nodded her head, taking hold of Arthur’s hand. Her little hand only wrapped around his pinky and ring finger but he still held her hand as he took her towards the stable.

“You got any names in mind?”

“Names?”

“Yeah. Names for the horse.”

“Hmm.” Daisy tapped her free hand to her lips. “What about Cookie? I like cookies.”

“That’s…. an interestin’ name.” Arthur chuckled.

“Howdy, folks.” A man approached Arthur and Daisy, holding his hand out for Arthur. “Davis Thatcher. Owner of this here stable.”

“Arthur Calhoon.”

The two shook hands.

“What can I do for you today?”

“I’m lookin’ for a horse.” Arthur answered, his eyes dropping down to Daisy. She squeezed his fingers as she peered around Mr. Thatcher, spotting a pony in a stall. “We were hopin’ to find somethin’ along the lines of a foal.”

“You are in luck! I’ve got a handful of fillies and a couple colts. Let’s go take a look and you can tell me which one looks good to you, Mr. Calhoon.”

“Well, I’m not gonna be the one pickin’ the horse. If we find the right one, this’ll be my daughter’s horse.”

“Oh, how nice! Is it a special occasion?”

“Sort of.” Arthur began to follow Mr. Thatcher around the stable. Daisy eagerly walked alongside her father. “Her birthday’s in a couple weeks.”

“How old are you gonna be, missy?”

“Eight!” Daisy answered, practically bouncing up and down next to Arthur.

“That’s a big number! Congratulations!”

Mr. Thatcher led Arthur to an enclosure towards the back of the stable.

“Here we have a few of the younger foals. Take a look, see if any of them catch your eye.”

Arthur picked Daisy up and sat her on the top rail of the fence. He kept his arm around her stomach, not wanting to let her fall into the enclosure.

“Give them a treat when they come up to you.” Mr. Thatcher handed Daisy a biscuit.

The first horse to take interest in the duo was a palomino mare. Daisy excitedly shifted in her spot. Arthur could practically feel the excitement radiating off of her.

“Easy, sweetpea.” Arthur said. “Don’t wanna spook her.”

“She’s pretty, daddy.”

“Sure is. Remember to keep your hand flat so she don’t nibble on your fingers.”

Daisy put her hand out falt with the chunk of carrot in her palm. The mare sniffed the treat for a brief moment before taking it from Daisy. Daisy giggled.

“That tickled.”

“That one’s called Trudy. She’s got a filly over there that we call Millie.” Mr. Thatcher pointed to a light yellow foal that was playing with a dark brown foal in one of the corners of the enclosure.

“What do you think about that one, sweetpea?” Arthur asked Daisy, but she wasn’t even looking at that horse. Her eyes were focused on something else in the corner to her left. There was something brown laying in the hay. It didn’t appear to be a foal at first, no features were discernible. But the more Daisy looked at it, she could see it was breathing.

“What about that one?” She pointed to the lump.

“You wouldn’t be interested in that one, honey.” Mr. Thatcher shook his head.

“Somethin’ wrong with it?” Arthur asked quietly.

“That’s one of the runts from another mare. She’s not strong. Ain’t worth your time, I can assure you.”

“Daddy, I wanna look at it.” Daisy tugged on the sleeve to Arthur’s shirt. He looked over to Mr. Thatcher, who let out a sigh.

“If you’d like to look, you can. But I promise, she ain’t nothin’ special.”

“Come on, sweetpea.” Arthur pulled her down from the fence. Daisy led the way over to the corner the little filly was in. She knelt down so that she could see the baby horse between the bottom two horizontal fence boards.

“Here, girl.” Daisy clicked her tongue, holding her hand out. The foal had its nose tucked into the hay and showed no signs of acknowledging Daisy.

“You got a treat she could give the foal?” Arthur looked at Mr. Thatcher. He nodded and pulled another biscuit out of his pocket. He gave it to Arthur, who then knelt down by Daisy.

“Here, take this.” He handed the biscuit to her.

“What’s her name?” Daisy asked.

“Uh, she…. She don’t really got one.”

Arthur shook his head.

“Here, girl. Look here.” Daisy spoke softly, trying again to get the filly’s attention.

Arthur would’ve thought it was dead if it weren’t for the shallow breathing movements it made.

He reached through the fence and tapped the foal’s hindquarter.

“Wake up, girl.”

The filly lifted her head, a few pieces of straw getting stuck in the part of her mane that fell across her forehead. She blinked once and then twice, looking from Arthur to Daisy. There was a white patch around her left eye, a stark contrast to the rest of her chocolate brown coat.

“Here.” Daisy whispered, holding out the biscuit for her. She took it and nibbled lightly at Daisy’s fingers. Daisy giggled, then reached up to pull the straw from the filly’s mane.

“There’s a few more outside I can show you.” Mr. Thatcher said, moving towards a door that would lead them outside.

“Come on, sweetpea.” Arthur started to stand up.

“Daddy, I want her.” Daisy brushed her fingers over the filly’s tangled mane.

Arthur rubbed the back of his neck. The filly didn’t look very healthy. Even laying down it looked small. And there was a chance that it was deaf too. It was odd that it hadn’t responded to any noises being made. He couldn’t get his daughter a sickly horse and risk it dying.

“How old is that little filly, Mr. Thatcher?”

“Five months.”

“Five months?” He repeated in disbelief. “Looks barely three months old.”

“I told you, Mr. Calhoon. She’s a runt, and she’s got issues with holding on weight.”

Arthur looked back to Daisy. She was completely engrossed with the filly, already whispering and murmuring to her as she stroking her mane.

“Give me a second, would you?”

“Of course.” Mr. Thatcher moved away to give Arthur some privacy with his daughter.

Arthur leaned against the fence with his arms, looking around the enclosure at the other foals.

“Daddy, she’s so pretty. Ain’t she?”

His eyes dropped down to the filly just below him.

“She is pretty, sweetpea.” He nodded. “Daisy, this filly…. She ain’t healthy, sweetpea. It wouldn’t be…. I just don’t think….” He couldn’t find the right words. Everything he tried to say sounded terrible.

Daisy stopped petting the horse and stood up, brows drawing together as she peered up at her father.

“Did Mr. Thatcher say we can’t take her home?”

“No, sweetpea. That ain’t it.” He shook his head, looking down at her. “This one here ain’t the healthiest they have. If we get her…. I don’t know how long she’ll last.”

The look that crossed over Daisy’s face broke Arthur’s heart.

“I just don’t want you to have to go through that, sweetpea.” Arthur put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her in for a hug, his hand finding the back of her head. “I know what it’s like to lose a horse and it’s a really nasty feelin’ that I don’t want you to ever feel.”

“She just looks so sad here, daddy.” Daisy sniffled.

“Oh sweetpea, don’t cry on me.” He pulled back, wiping her tears away. She looked down at the ground while his eyes stayed on her face. “You really like her, don’t you?”

Daisy nodded, rubbing her eyes.

“If she’s the one you want, then she’s the one we’re gonna take home.”

Her eyes flickered up to his.

“I do want her.”

“Then it’s settled.” He kissed her forehead. “You wait here while I go talk to Mr. Thatcher.”

Arthur crossed the barn, making sure Daisy was still in his line of sights.

“So what’ve you decided, Mr. Calhoon?” Mr. Thatcher asked.

“My wife is gonna kill me.” Arthur sighed. “We’ll take that little filly with the patch over her eye.”

“If that’s the one you want, I won’t fight you on it. Glad to have it out of my hands to be honest. It’ll be fifty dollars.”

“Fifty for an underweight foal?” Arthur’s mouth fell open. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Unfortunately I’m not.” Mr. Thatcher shook his head.

Arthur locked his jaw, reminding himself that this was for Daisy, and pulled the money out of his pocket.

“You bring a wagon with you?” Mr. Thatcher asked as he began to count the money to make sure it was the correct amount.

“No…. Why?”

“Well, then I hope you live nearby. Like I said before, that horse ain’t very strong. I doubt it’ll be able to walk very long.”

“Son of a bitch.” Arthur ran his hand over his face.

“You can always keep it boarded here for the night- for an additional twenty dollars.”

“What about until later on today?”

“Ten.”

Arthur bit his tongue as he forked over another ten dollars.

“It was a pleasure, Mr. Calhoon.”

“Yeah, you too.”

Daisy looked over to Arthur as he knelt down beside her.

“Okay, sweetpea. So we’ve got a plan. I’m gonna take you home to momma and then I’m gonna come back for this little lady.”

“Why can’t we take her home now?”

“Well ‘cause she can’t walk all the way up to our house. She’s not that strong yet, so I’ve gotta get the wagon and come back down to get her.”

“But what if someone takes her before we come back?”

“No one will take her, sweetpea.”

Arthur and Daisy left the stables and began to make their way out of town on Poncho.

“You thought of any names, sweetpea?” Arthur asked, his hand rubbing her arm.

“She’s got a patch over her eye. I thought maybe Patches, but we already got a sheep named Patches.”

“Yeah, that could get confusing for poor ole Patches. You said you liked the name Cookie earlier.”

“She don’t look like a Cookie.” Daisy shook her head.

Arthur moved Poncho over to one side of the road as a horse and wagon came into view. A smile came to his face as he realized who was driving the horse.

“Look, Daisy. It’s Uncle Charles.”

Arthur brought the horse to a stop next to Charles’s wagon. Beside Charles on the wagon was a woman. She had warm copper skin and black pin straight hair that was braided back into two braids.

“Uncle Charles! Aunt Lucy!”

Arthur put Daisy down on the ground and watched her move over to the wagon. Charles got down from the wagon to pick her up, embracing her in a tight hug.

“Hey there, Daisy.”

“What are you two up to today?” Lucy asked, looking at Arthur.

“Just heading back home. Bought this little lady a new horse.” Arthur nodded to Daisy. Charles placed Daisy on to the wagon so she could property hug Lucy.

“Where’s the horse?” Charles patted Poncho’s shoulder.

“Still at the stable.” Arthur sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He lowered his voice so Daisy wouldn’t be able to hear him. “She chose a little sickly filly out of a bunch of other ones, Charles. The horse didn’t even stand up.”

“At all?”

“No, not at all.”

“And you bought it for Daisy?”

“I didn’t want her to cry no more, Charles.”

Charles shook his head.

“She’ll be crying a lot more when that filly never stands up.”

“You’re always so critical.” Arthur muttered. “Anyways, I’ve gotta take her home and get the wagon to take the horse back home. Don’t know if it can walk, but the stable owner said it couldn’t walk very far.”

“Why don’t you just put it in the back of my wagon?” Charles gestured to his wagon. “Lucy just has a few things she has to get at the store and I’ve got to pick up some feed for the horses. Should be enough room for a filly.”

“If you’ve got the room, I sure would appreciate it.”

“Of course.”

Charles moved towards his wagon.

“Hey, sweetpea? There’s been a little change of plans.” Arthur said, looking at Daisy. “Uncle Charles is gonna let us put your little filly in his wagon so we don’t have to go all the way home.”

“Thank you, Uncle Charles!” Daisy clapped her hands together.

***

You walked out to greet everyone when the wagon pulled up in front of the barn.

“Hi, Lucy. Hi, Charles.”

“Hello, Y/N.” Lucy embraced you in a warm hug. “We ran into Arthur and Daisy in town. They needed some help with your new horse.”

“My horse!” Daisy corrected her, giggling as she moved towards the back of the wagon.

“Why did he need a wagon for the horse?” You asked, furrowing your brow.

“Um, it’s….” Lucy trailed off.

Your eyes fell on Arthur and Charles. They counted to three and lifted the horse out of the wagon.

“Excuse me, Lucy.” You placed your hand on her arm before moving towards your husband. “Arthur?”

“Gimme a second, pumpkin.” He grunted, moving with Charles towards the barn.

“Why isn’t this baby walking?” You followed behind them. Daisy tried to follow you too but you stopped her. “Daisy, go to Aunt Lucy please.”

“But momma-,”

“Daisy, please.”

She frowned but did as she was told. Lucy took her to the front porch.

The two men placed the foal down into an empty stall on a bed of straw. Charles stepped back to examined the horse while Arthur pet its neck.

“It’s good to see you, Charles.” You gave him a tight smile, trying to maintain the growing frustration in your veins.

“You too, Y/N. I’ll, uh, I’m going to go out with the girls.” He motioned to the door.

Your eyes fell on to Arthur while he watched Charles leave. The door to the barn creaked shut.

“Arthur Morgan, tell me you did not buy our daughter a horse that can’t even walk.”

“Pumpkin, it’s not like that.”

“Then show me that the horse can walk.” You crossed your arms.

He opened his mouth and looked down at the foal.

“I can’t do that.”

“Jesus, Arthur.”

“Y/N, wait.” He stopped you from leaving the stall. “The fella at the stable, he said the horse was weak and wasn’t like the other foals they had. He tried to steer us away but once Daisy saw this one, she wouldn’t look at any others. She was crying because I told her she couldn’t get it.”

Your gaze dropped back down to the foal. It moved some of the straw around with its nose, snorting softly.

“Arthur…. What if…. What if it doesn’t….?”

“I know.” He rubbed his face. “Thought about it the whole way up here. But she wasn’t willin’ to get any other. She wanted this one.”

“I just don’t want her hurt.”

“I know.” His hand found the small of your back. “She’s a strong girl. You are her mother afterall.”

You smiled.

“Come on. I told Charles I’d make him dinner for lettin’ me use his wagon.”

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canary3d-obsessed · 4 years

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed - Episode 02

Warning: Spoilers for all 50 episodes!

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Donkey Riding

way ho and away we go, donkey riding donkey riding way ho and away we go, riding on a donkey

Wei Wuxian and Apple are doing their best for the Ministry of Culture and Tourism.

Xiao Zhan had trouble riding the donkey sitting side-saddle, so the Department of Questionable Practical Effects made him a fake leg to wear while riding regular style.

Can you spot it? It’s very hard to spot. It is very convincing.

Simple Pleasures

Wei Wuxian takes his time wandering up the nearest mountain, and half of the cultivators in the land also wander up this mountain because...Night Hunting! The cultivators are hot and thirsty from walking because they forgot that they all know how to fly.

Wei Wuxian relaxes by a well and listens to people stanning him.

Also

I’m going to say it: Wei Wuxian never met a drinking vessel he couldn’t blow.

Everything is Beautiful at the Ballet

The actress who plays A-Yan is named Zhang Linran. She probably has studied dance since she was 4 and now she gets her big break which turns out to be feeding an apple to a donkey. So let’s pause for a second to look at how beautifully she moves.

Reunions are Awkward, Part 1

Wei Wuxian meets up with one of his family members and it goes super well.

I...like Jin Ling? He’s much less of a douchebag than his dad, his uncles Jin, Jiang, and Mo (the three stooges), and every damn one of his Jin cousins. He’s genuinely brave (his Dad’s primary good quality) and his hair is on fleek. He’s still a whiny diaper baby, but I like him.

(much more after the cut!)

Then Jiang Cheng shows up, looking fine as hell and radiating peak arrogant-prick energy.

When he discovers that ‘Mo Xuanyu” stuck a piece of paper to Jin Ling, he tells the child to literally murder him. Excellent uncleing! A+++++ would recommend.

“In fact, literally murder anyone who uses Yiling Laozu’s tools, like talismans, lure flags, or spirit compasses - basically murder everyone in the Lan Clan plus those other fanboys we saw coming up the hill. Then get out there and make some friends, goddamn it!”

These nets full of cultivators on this daytime night hunt are the only time we ever see anything in a net during a night hunt. In fact dudes constantly go night hunting and the only prey we ever see is rock lady, murder turtle, and a couple of rag mops in the lake.

You Are Not Qualified to Speak to Me

Also radiating arrogant-prick energy on this occasion is Lan Wangji. He has been using pettiness as a weapon since long before he met this Jiang Cheng turkey, and he *brings it* when Jiang Cheng tries to have a conversation with him.

Letting your eyes wander everywhere except to his punchable face while you ignore his passive-aggressive questions? Quality work.

Dropping a silence spell on his child and then letting your own child explain it to him? Golden.

Lan Wangji is never ever going to forgive Jiang Cheng for what he did on cliff day, and his silence here is as pointed as an ice pick. I suspect the last words Lan Wangji actually spoke to him were “Jiang Wanyin, stop it,” sixteen years ago.

Jiang Cheng is actually the bigger person in this particular interaction, visibly mastering his temper and telling Jin Ling to take his medicine.

Reflecting

Wei Wuxian hangs out by a beautiful river and hallucinates for a while. River Jiang Yanli is nurturing and River Jiang Cheng is pissed off, so there are no surprises there. River Jiang Cheng thinks that Wei Wuxian is a promise-breaking douchebag. He’s not exactly wrong.

Courtesy of convenient gossiping cultivators, Wei Wuxian discovers that the 16 year old arrogant kid from the Jin clan who his brother from the Jiang clan has custody of is actually and quite obviously Jin Rulan.

Well fuck I guess now I care about something, that’s inconvenient.

Needing to help parent the child of the sister who parented him is what draws Wei Wuxian fully into his new life.

As soon as he has this realization, Apple comes back from roaming around, and never gives him any trouble after this for the rest of the story. Which...probably doesn’t mean anything.

Wen Gravesite

Does Wen Ning hang out here because it’s where he and his (dead) people came from? Oh great, now I am sad.

Judging by all the leaves on this grave thingy I’m going to say that this grave tender dude is, ah, not very good at his job.

Get him, Jingyi!

I feel like maybe we all focus too much on how Lan Jingyi is so hilarious and sardonic and not enough on how he is a such a biscuit.

Soul Grass

As mentioned in the previous post, Chinese spiritual concepts don’t always translate well into English. Soul grass? Sure, why not.

This is where Wei Wuxian’s Sherlock Holmes brain starts to work, although he still doesn’t remember really basic stuff about Dafan Mountain. Dying and changing bodies is rough on the old neurochemistry. This creates more opportunities for flashbacks, however, and if there’s one thing The Untamed deffo needs more of, it’s kissing flashbacks.

Temple Statue

Presumably grave-tender dude is also in charge of clearing away spiderwebs at the temple, because it’s not getting done.

Jin Ling walks into the temple blaspheming at full volume.

Since this isn’t a Greek story, he isn’t immediately struck blind for this. Then when he wishes for the statue to come alive, it obligingly does. Everything’s coming up Rulan!

Wei Wuxian shows up to rescue all the kids by throwing talismans at the monster which does not tip anyone off to who he is.

Baby Cultivator Babysitting

Lan Wangji chills out in the cultivators’ pavilion with Jiang Cheng and their mutual hate boners.

Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian forgets all about his nephew and turns into cool professor guy, explaining the basics of soul-eating to the baby cultivators and gleefully encouraging their fear of Hanguang-Jun’s punishments.

Because the Lan babies are good filial children they are super respectful and engaged with this random adult who is lecturing them. They also - like their own Hanguang-Jun at their age - see and admire Wei Wuxian’s intellect. It’s easy to forget how extremely smart Wei Wuxian is, because of how extremely dumb Wei Wuxian is.

Lan Jingyi suddenly figures out Wei Wuxian is not crazy.

Bis. Kit.

Then Rock Lady shows up and Jin Ling sticks 6 arrows into her while Lans Jingyi and Sizhui stand around not bothering to draw their swords.

I see a lot of comments about the bad effects in the statue sequences but I think Rock Lady is all right. The figure animation is decent and the lighting is no worse on her than on everything else in the scene. Her hair is nice, for a rock person.

Admittedly I just finished watching Guardian which has CGI monsters so bad they may have injured my retinas and possibly also my DNA, so the bar, for me, is pretty low. Rock lady clears it with room to spare.

Note: Wei Wuxian’s flute playing does zippity towards controlling the statue. Not sure what his plan was here.

Wen Ning Kicks Ass

Now we get to meet Wen Ning, who appears to be a stone-cold badass. Later we will discover how hilariously inaccurate that assessment is.

While all versions of Wen Ning are delightful, this version of Wen Ning is also...strangely attractive? He’s got a Patti-Smith-Horses-Era vibe here, instead of his more usual lost-baby-dork vibe. And his dreamy “I have nails in my head” expression is intriguing.

I mean, he’s not a total snack like zombie Song Lan or pre-zombie Song Lan or blind Song Lan or post-zombie Song Lan, but this look is a good one for Wen Ning, is what I’m saying.

Reunions are Awkward, Part 2

Lan Wangji, who has 99% already recognized Wei Wuxian because of the haunted sword and the fierce jawline and beautiful neck and tiny tiny waist, is summoned by his flute playing as inexorably as the Ghost General was.

Jiang Cheng also recognizes Wei Wuxian and goes into full beatdown mode, thwarted (silently) by Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian attempts to preserve his incognito by sassing Jiang Cheng in as sibling-like a manner as possible.

Hanguang-Jun’s Pro-Ghost Agenda Has Been Clear for Some Time

This Jiang/Lan fight is hilarious when you consider the implications.

Macroexpression vs. Microexpression

Mo Xuanyu brought Wei Wuxian back using sacrifice summons, a dark ritual invented by Wei Wuxian that he, most likely, did NOT show to Lan Wangji back in the day. So it’s a pretty safe bet that Lan Wangji doesn’t know that Wei Wuxian was gifted a body, rather than stealing one.

when your brother turns around, you must whip him you will never live it down unless you whip him

When Jiang Cheng lets loose with Zidian, it’s not just because he’s angry. He’s using purple power to force Wei Wuxian’s ghost out of the body he’s apparently possessed. And Lan Wangji instantly STOPS him from doing that.

Clan Leader Jiang: this person has been possessed, against their will, by an evil ghost

Future Chief Cultivator Lan: Counterpoint: I am banging the ghost

Flashback Time

Welcome to your 30-episode flashback!

Once I used to join in Every boy and girl was my friend Now there's revolution, but they don't know What they're fighting

Let us close our eyes Outside their lives go on much faster Oh, we won't give in We'll keep living in the past

Road Tripping to Summer School

Gosh I’m looking forward to younger, kinder, more relatable Jiang Cheng.

...prick.

Incidentally, until now this episode didn’t know that Jiang Cheng has smile muscles, and neither did the person who glued his wig on for him.

I Like Rabbits

Here we have our first rabbit in a large collection of rabbit iconography that appears in The Untamed.

Instead of sending everyone to the Wikipedia page for Tu'er Shen I’m going to take this opportunity to rec the short film Kiss of the Rabbit God by Andrew Thomas Huang (tw: blood, tw:body-mod cutting) which you can read about and watch over at Nowness.com

Particularly if you are a queer person of Chinese heritage, check it out.

So. What the fuck are these? Are they food?

Are they made from wax? Or corn starch? or pig intestines?

Wei Wuxian runs off to get laid drunk and Jiang Cheng grumps about it. Jiang Yanli reminds him that being free is a Jiang Clan Rule, so really Wei Wuxian is following the rules by not following the rules. Does that mean he’s not free? My head hurts.

Jiang Cheng: yes but grump grump grump

Jiang Yanli: Nothing bad will ever happen because of A-Xian’s choices, trust me

Outro

Wei Wuxian faint tally: one Caught by: the cold hard ground

Soundtrack: 1. Donkey Riding by Great Big Sea 2. Living in the Past by Jethro Tull 3. Whip It by Devo

Fic prompt: Lan Wangji’s internal monologue while he sits in the pavilion with Jiang Cheng

If you write a fic from this prompt and want to share, please post a link in comments!

Bonus: Wang Zuocheng, macro-expression king

Episode 03 Restless Rewatch coming soon!

#the untamed #fytheuntamed #the untamed spoilers #the untamed gifs #the untamed stills #my gifs #my stills #restless rewatch #restless rewatch the untamed #canary3d-original #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #lan wangji #lan jingyi #c-drama #bl drama #the untamed memes

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crimsonfic · 2 years

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Min Yoongi Fanfiction (Part 3)

I haven't seen my "man" in the 5 solid months since we "got together". At this point I wasn't even sure if I had one anymore. We've talked almost every single day but for the past month, Yoongi has been irritable. He's been cutting phone calls short, doesn't video chat me anymore, and always says "you wouldn't understand" when I ask if anything is wrong.

He's scheduled to be here in California tonight. He'll be arriving around 7 pm so I'm currently making dinner for him. I asked him what he wanted and he said a home cooked meal. Being that he's from Korea I asked him whats his favorite home cooked meal that his mom makes and he told me "You're not my mother, so why would you want to make what she makes?"

I left it alone after that and just decided to make him American dishes. I'm making my favorites and various meats. Honestly i'm making too much and I started very early this morning at about 4. Now it was 2 pm and my dad and little sister were here.

"Honey, that's a lot of food. You say you and this young man have only been together for 5 months and you're going all out for him. Are you sure this isn't....too much?"

"Dad, I don't know what he likes so its not too much, plus I'm giving you and Joy some of everything. You won't have to cook for at least a week. That's a good thing."

"I just don't want to see you hurt. If you're dating shouldn't you know his favorite thing to eat?"

"Daddy...please." I said suddenly feeling scared.

Yoongi has seemed really moody lately. I just want to fix it. We cant break up before we really even have a chance.

"Alright baby girl. Make sure I get a lot of those potatoes. You know I can eat those everyday." He said pointing over my shoulder at the huge pot of potatoes I was boiling on the stove.

"Of course, daddy."

I was making mashed potatoes, cornbread, corn beef and cabbage, chicken (both fried and baked), steak, corn, string beans, broccoli, asparagus, macaroni and cheese, sweet potatoes, ribs, spaghetti and salmon croquettes, rice, pork chops and biscuits. I know its a lot but I don't know what he likes. I also made a gumbo.

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I stepped out of the shower at 7pm on the nose. I didn't want to see him for the first time in months smelling like chicken and grease. Major turn off.

Assuming it was safe to dress comfortably I put on leggings and a graphic tee. Then I combed my wet hair into a single braided ponytail.

Next was for me to wait. I sat down in my living room and texted my sister. She was asking me how the date was, to keep her updated and to ask about the other guys in BTS.

I texted her back telling her that she doesn't need any type of feedback on my dating life cause she's too young. But I told her I will ask about her "boys".

I was switching between different apps when I finally got a text from Yoongi. It said he was close.

I stood up because I was feeling way too anxious. Pacing back in forth between my couches.

Finally the door bell rang. Quickly, I walked to the front door. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.

In front of me was Yoongi. His face was pretty expressionless but he looked good. Better than I remembered. As I stared at the handsome man before me I began to smile. "Hey Yoongi." I said as I stepped aside so he could come in. "Hey." He said walking in. He watched me close and lock the door but didn't say anything else. "You.....you look good. How was the flight?" I asked as I tried to think of something to say. "Thanks. It was....long. So..." he replied as he adjusted his bag. "I'm sorry. But atleast you get to relax and get comfortable tonight right?" "Right." He said dryly. I could see he was still irritable and grouchy like he's been all month. Hopefully food would fix it.

"Well, you can just drop your bag right by the stairs and we can eat. I know you're hungry after that long flight."

He nodded his head as he walked slowly to put his bag down.

I lead him into the kitchen. "Okay, so there is a lot of stuff here. I didn't know what you would like so I made lots of different stuff. So eat what you like." I handed him a plate and stepped back.

He took it and walked over to the island. Every time he opened a lid or top I would tell him what it is. Occasionally I would apologize because he didn't know what it was. It was a nerve wracking thing, I felt so nervous watching him.

Once he filled his plate he asked for another one. After handing him one he filled it with all of the meat I made.

He walked over to the table and sat down with both of his plates. "Do you need me to heat anything up?" I asked.

"No." I nodded once before I walked off to make my own. When I sat down in front of him I was shocked to see how much he had already eaten. I didn't say anything though, and we ate in silence because I didn't want to upset him. ————

After dinner he had got up and went straight to the sink to wash out his dishes. I began putting food away in the fridge. Thank god for my dad taking home half of everything cause I wouldn't have had enough space for this.

When I found a place for everything I noticed Suga was leaning against the wall by the doorway watching me. "You okay?" I asked as I walked over to him, "Yeah. Where can we sit and talk?"

I led us to the living room and sat down on the couch. He stood a few feet in front of me. He was just looking at me, standing there with his hands in his pocket. "What's wrong Yoongi?" "Thank you for dinner." He bypassed my question. "It was my pleasure." I told him genuinely.

A few moments of silence passed before he spoke again. "You have a nice house." "Thank you." I replied. "It's um....really nice. Like, big and extravagant." "Yes.....you could say that." "How are you able to afford it?" I was taken aback. Like what was this about? Why was he concerned? "I don't have to "afford" it." I use air quotes when I said afford. "It's mine. I bought it, I own it. I'm able to pay my bills thanks to my job." I could feel my attitude coming on. "As a hairstylist?" "Yes." "Hairstylist money bought you this house?" "Not completely, but hairstylist money has provided me with all of the things inside of it." "Okay, so what did you do to get money for the house." "Excuse me?" "How were you able to afford the house?" "Okay. Wait just a second. What is this about, and what are you getting at? It seems like you have something to say and it would probably just be easier if you get to the point."

"Okay..."

I shrugged my shoulders in a "ok and i'm waiting" gesture.

"Well what I'm really trying to ask....is.....do you do anything else to get money?"

I stared at him unblinking for quite some time.

"Say it."

"I did."

"No, say what you think I do for money."

Now it was his turn to stare at me, unblinking.

"hello?"

"Alright, fine." He took a deep breath. "Are you a stripper?"

5...4...3...2...1.

"Are you fucking serious right now?"

He looked surprised by my outburst, but then he covered his reaction with a stoic expression.

"People who shouldn't even know who you are do, and a few of my friends from Korea say you look familiar and they only come to America for 1 thing. Lets not forget to mention the types of pictures you take and your.....butt."

"So....some Korean people that probably think all black people look the same got you thinking I'm a stripper? And my butt? My butt? I don't even know what to say to that. It's big yeah but it's not fake. People know who I am because I work with celebrities and I am damn good at my job. And excuse the hell out of me for sending you pictures of me. I didn't know that you would think I was a stripper because of it. The money for the house came from my mom's insurance and will after her death. Fuck you Yoongi." I stood up and walked past him out to the foyer. Before going up the stairs I turned around. "You can sleep in whatever room you want, and anything you may need should be in there. If you don't mind being in my fucking stripper house." Then I proceeded up the stairs.

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An hour had gone by since I came upstairs. I was in my room fuming when my phone rang. It was Yoongi. I waited until it stopped ringing so I could continue watching videos on my phone.

A few seconds later my door opened. I looked up from my phone and seen Yoongi standing in my doorway. He was wearing a white t-shirt and shorts so I'm assuming he just showered.

"(y/n)."

"What?"

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Very sorry. I don't know what I was I thinking. Or why I thought what I said made sense. I'm sorry for my disrespect."

I wanted to forgive him but I just couldn't shake my attitude. I was so mad. Just as I was about to express my frustrations he began talking.

"Look, lately I've been frustrated. I was feeling like this, us, was a bad idea. We live so far apart and have such different cultures it was overwhelming to think of all of the work we have to do to actually have a relationship. Then on top of that we hardly know each other because we don't have experiences together, sure we "told" each other everything we think there is to know about ourselves but that's never enough. I didn't want to make a commitment without truly knowing you. You understand?"

"So now what?"

"I don't know. We can't cram everything into my free days. We just don't have enough time to truly get to know each other. So....I don't know."

"Sounds like you know to me." I said.

He looked down, then off to the side.

"Well, whatever you decide, I'm....cool with." I lied. "But as I said before, make yourself comfortable anywhere you'd like. My home is still open to you while you're here."

"Thank you." He said.

There was brief moment of silence before he waved and then walked out of the room.

I wanted to cry I was so mad. I just felt like we haven't even tried. But that's what my forward ass gets for always tryna make something happen.

————— I had just finished eating lunch when I walked out to my backyard. I turned on my speakers and Lupe Fiasco boomed through. I started stretching before I began playing basketball. I'm too lazy to stay in shape in other ways so I always use this as my opportunity for cardio every week. I could do more but I'm not.

35 minutes into my "cardio" I heard someone say wow from behind me. Turning around, I saw Yoongi on the patio watching me. I'm still a little salty so I just continued what I was doing without acknowledging him further. A little while later Yoongi caught the basketball after I missed the shot.

"You play basketball?" "All throughout grade school. Stopped in college." I said wiping the sweat off my forehead with the towel I kept in my pocket. "You never told me that." "Oh." "Can I play?" "Sure." I was about to turn and leave but he stopped me. "I mean with you." He said. "Oh...yeah. Sure."

As we were playing one on one I noticed that he was a really defensive player. So far I had just been playing politely but the more the game went on, the more I saw his face, the angrier I got. So now, I was gonna play for real.

My shift in stance and seriousness didn't go unnoticed by Yoongi. He smirked. He thought he would by pass me but he couldn't. I was there, guarding him at every turn and move he made. The only thing he could do was try to take the shot. When he went for it, I stole the ball. After making my shot his mouth dropped open. When I came back to him and passed him the ball I told him to close his mouth before something flew in. Immediately he closed it shut. His face changed too and I noticed he was now determined to win. Good. He'll be crying by the end of this game.

I won. Much to Yoongi's dismay. "You're good." He told me as he stood there breathing heavily. "So are you." Before he could say anything else I went into my house. I went straight to my bathroom to shower. Maybe 10 minutes of being in there I heard a knock on the door. I ignored it. I was still in my feelings so I really didn't want to talk to Yoongi. I heard the door open but didn't care. "(Y/n)." Yoongi said. "What?" "Can I talk to you." "You are already...so..." "Why are you being so cold to me?" I bursted out into laughter. Real belly aching laughter. "Okay. I guess I understand that." Yoongi said. "Look, you never told me that you played ball. That's an example of what I mean about us not knowing everything due to our distance." "Okay." I said nonchalantly. "That's something we could've bonded over." "Mhm." He sighed loudly. "It's difficult to be with someone when you don't have things in common." "We had a lot of things in common Yoongi, basketball isn't the only thing." "Like what?" He asked. I inwardly rolled my eyes as I washed my hair. "Nothing. Cause you obviously didn't take much interest in our conversations to notice." "It hard to notice someone's characteristics through the phone. So if you don't say it directly then I don't know."

"I could say I'm a serial killer, but just because I said it doesn't make it true."

"Okay I wouldn't think you would lie to me about who you are though." He said catching my hint.

"People lie everyday B." "What?" "Nothing." "How can you be...upset with me, when you know you haven't told me things about you. You know I love basketball but you didn't tell me that you did too. What else haven't you told me? The reason I was so frustrated was because I felt like I didn't know you."

"I showed you everything about myself, it's not my fault if you couldn't tell."

"We live on opposite sides of the world.....I can't decipher you over the phone."

"I know that you're sensitive, introverted, playful, strong, ambitious, stubborn and caring to the ones you love without you having to tell me. Important things I've noticed over the phone without you being direct and telling me. It's not about being able to decipher me over the phone it's about wanting to know me or not. You didn't care to know me. That's the problem. And I mean.....it's okay. You don't have to be interested in me. But don't try to make it seem like it's because of things I didn't say."

He was quiet for quite some time. The whole time it took me to wash the conditioner out of my hair it was silent.

Not caring to wait for his response I stepped out of the shower. I grabbed my towel off the rack and began drying off quickly. Then I wrapped the towel around my body and walked over to the mirror to view my curls I've worked so hard to make prominent. The mirror was too foggy to see out of. I turned to the door, where Yoongi was frozen. His cheeks were slightly pink and his mouth was open.

I didn't care that he saw me naked. "Excuse me." I said. He stepped aside from in front of the door and opened it for me. I walked out into my room and grabbed my hair towel that I keep folded tightly by my vanity and dried my hair to stop it from dipping. When I saw my curls I smiled. "Yessss. Okay now curls." I said to myself. I was very proud that my natural curl pattern was a lot more defined now.

I walked over to one of my dressers and started taking out clothes to wear when my phone rang. It was my little sister.

"Hey Joy." I said using her nickname mom gave her. "Hey Pride. Um....I know Suga is there but I need your help." "Now what does Suga being here have to do with anything? You know you can come over here no matter what. What do you need help with?" "My hair." She laughed. "Oh I'm thinking it was an emergency or something, but okay. Is dad gonna bring you?" "Yes. We'll be there in like 30 minutes." "Okay." "Bye love you." "Love you too."

I hung up and began getting dressed. "Do you want me to leave?" Yoongi asked. "You already seen me naked there's no difference now." I said. "No not because of that because your family is coming over."

I looked at him, and noticed that he wasn't looking at me. I sighed.

"Of course I don't want you to leave. You only have one day left to relax. You can stay here." "Okay." He said before he walked out of the room. ————

"Wow." I turned around and saw Suga near the stairs behind me. "What?" I asked as I finished locking the door my family just left out of. He didn't answer me right away. He walked over to me and stopped when we were practically touching. "You're.......amazing." I blinked. "Why do you say that?" "The way you are with your family. It's......adorable....and I like it." I thought about how Suga watched very interestedly as I did my sister's hair, how he talked to dad about music and both of their careers and how he seemed to really enjoy the conversation. It was so attractive to me, to see him being so pleasant with them and seeming relaxed. That didn't matter now though.

"Thanks." I said "Sure." He smiled at me. "You know what I know about you?" He asked. "What?" "You're caring." He kissed me. My body, moving on its own accord made me kiss him back immediately. Unfortunately he broke the kiss. "You're protective." He kissed me again. "Silly." Kiss "Outgoing" Kiss "Smart" Kiss "Hot headed" Kiss "And beautiful." Kiss. Every time he pulled away from me I felt like I was being deprived of something. His soft but passionate kisses made me feel weak in the knees. Before I could deepen this kiss he pulled away from me. "And you know how to play basketball." He laughed. "Shutup." I laughed before pulling him back to me for another kiss. I was finally able to kiss him the way I wanted to. It turned into a full blown make-out session in my foyer. After what felt like hours Yoongi broke the kiss. "You know what else I know?" He asked me. "What?" "You have a stripper booty." He said as he grabbed my butt playfully. I straight faced him and pushed him away, causing him to laugh out loud. "Too soon? I'm sorry." He said between his laughter. "Ha ha ha." I said dryly trying to walk past him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back. Back into a kiss. Making me forget I'm supposed to be mad at him.

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ariana-winchester95 · 3 years

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The Hard Way (Smut)

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Warnings: sub!Jimin, ruined orgasm, begging, use of handcuffs, use of a vibrator, male chastity

Once inside the door to our shared apartment, I slammed Jimin against the wall. Sliding down the wall he spread his legs letting me stand between them, allowing us to be eye to eye. His hands gripped my waist as I started trailing wet kisses up and down his neck, leaving tiny bruises in my wake.

“You’re in trouble, baby boy.” I whispered in his ear, relishing in the way his body shuddered in anticipation.

I started sucking his sweet spot just under his ear, causing his body to roll against mine and the smallest of gasps to fall from him parted lips. His eyes fluttering shut as his head fell back against the wall. My hands wandered into Jimin’s hair, pulling on the soft strands as I trailed my lips along his jaw. I pushed my thigh right next to his caged cock, letting him feel only the slightest of sensations, causing a breathy gasp to tumble through the air. Acting quick, I pressed my lips firmly to his, not giving him any time to kiss back before I pulled away. Chuckling as I shook my head, hearing Jimin whine as he chased after my lips. Placing his arms around my neck, I moved my hands down to the backs of his thighs. Jimin only had to jump a fraction, before I carefully held him up in my arms, his legs locking behind my back.

“My strong noona.” Jimin beamed, taking his opportunity to run a hand over my arm, admiring the small back strong muscle on my bicep as I walked us towards our bedroom.

“Flattery is going to get you nowhere tonight, Minie,” I warned, placing a firm smack to his arse, causing his body to falter his head falling to my shoulder.

I placed Jimin down on to the floor, detangling his legs from my waist, his arms moving to circle me. My own hands moving to his cheeks, bringing his face down to meet my lips in a soft kiss.

“Strip for me,” I ordered softly, my lips brushing over his, before withdrawing myself from his grasp and sitting on the edge of the bed.

He started pulling off his shirt, slowly, his gaze never wavering from mine. His shirt now discarded somewhere behind him, he started on his belt buckle. He was taking his sweet time pulling the leather through the belt loops, I almost ordered him to move faster, if I wasn’t drinking in his naked torso. He then tugged the leather harshly pulling it straight out and out of sight, causing my jaw to drop slightly. I pulled my bottom lip watching him now make a show of this, running his down his chest to the top of his jeans, swaying his hips as he slowly undid the button and zipper.

Turning to his side, he started pushing the denim down his strong legs. Bending at the hips to push the fabric down to his ankles, showcasing his flexibility. Slowly rising to an upright position he kicked his jeans off his feet and kicking them elsewhere. Turning his back to me, he pushed his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, he turned back to look at me over his shoulder before doing the same thing as he did with the jeans. My eyes followed his every move, took in every bit of skin revealed to me. Standing back up, he turned around.

“Good boy. Come here and lay on the bed.” I instructed, patting the mattress. With a small smile at my praise, he followed my order situating himself comfortably on the mattress.

I got up from the bed and walked to the chest of drawers. Opening the bottom drawer, I pulled out his favourite bondage toy; fluffy, pink handcuffs. I could see the excitement flicker in his eyes when I turned around, the pink handcuffs dangling off my finger.

“Are you ready, baby boy?” I asked softly, dragging the handcuffs lightly over his skin as I walked towards the top of the bed, watching the goosebumps rise on his skin as he wriggled from the tickling sensation.

“Yes, noona.” His voice was breathless like he’d ran a marathon before falling on the bed to catch his breath. “I’m ready.”

“Arms up,” I spoke, and no sooner did he place his arms, stretched above his head. “Good boy.” I praised.

I secured a cuff around one wrist before lopping the other end around a bar and securing the last cuff onto the other wrist. He tugged firmly on them as a test before I could even ask the question.

“Such a good boy, baby.” I cooed, running a finger lightly over his jaw, leaning in close. “Now, be an extra good boy and rest here a bit.”

Not giving him a second glance, I left his side, hearing the frustrate whine fill the bedroom as I moved out of his eyesight. I took my time walking into the living room, tidying up our long-forgotten shoes before making my way into the kitchen. Having a glass of water and biscuit, I then opened a drawer and pulled out a candy cane. Closing the drawer, I slowly made my way back into the bedroom. Jimin’s whines got louder, seeing my body now ridden of everything but my panties and bra. I paid him no mind, grabbing my phone and then sitting on the bed next to him, close but not close enough to touch. I started scrolling through Facebook, looking but not paying attention to anything and chewing on the candy cane.

“Please, noona.” He soft, broken voice rasped, as he watched me suck on the now straight candy cane. Pulling on the handcuffs to steal my attention from the tiny screen. He let out a strangled groan when I didn’t give what he wanted. He’d been wanting attention the whole night and he wasn’t going to get it easily.

His whines and groans got progressively frequent, the rattling of the handcuffs annoyingly loud. His whole body writhed and wiggled, I can hear him turning his from side to side and every so often his leg would hit my foot.

“What’s wrong, Minie?” I asked, my voice muffled by the last bit of the candy cane completely in my mouth, and not bothering to look away from the tiny screen in my hand, only making him groan louder.

“Want you to touch me, noona,” he begged, pulling on the handcuffs in frustration. “Please.” He added, voice barely above a whisper.

“Give me a reason why.” I quipped, hearing a squeaky whine of defeat. Still not taking my eyes off the post I’ve read 4 times now.

“I’ve been a good boy.” He stated, catching my attention. I snapped my gaze to his and clicked my tongue.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” I stated, turning my phone off and placing it on the bedside table, “If you were a good boy, you wouldn’t have gone looking for attention by strangers at the bar now would you?”

I rolled to my side, using my hand as support my eyes took in his already fucked out stated. Looking so pretty laying there, stripped down to nothing, hands restrained to the bed frame. His chest rising with quick, shallow breaths, small whines muffled by biting his plush bottom lip. His cock red and angry, within the cage he’s been in nearing 2 weeks, with plenty up frustrations of not being able to cum. My eyes followed the path of my fingertips, lightly tracing up and down the length of his torso.

“Please noona, I didn’t mean too.” Jimin pleads, trying to shift his body away from me, as I ran my nails over his soft skin. “I want you” he added softly, breathlessly.

“You want me?” I paused, letting him nod. His eyes full of desperation, plush lip caught between his teeth. “If you wanted me, you could have come straight to me and we wouldn’t have to go through this. Instead, you paraded yourself around the bar.” I continued, leaning in closer, taking my wandering hand to his cheek.

“I’m sorry, noona, I made a mistake.” He declared, his hooded eyes never wavering away from my stern gaze.

“You did, baby boy, and now you’re going to cum” Swinging a leg over his stomach, back facing him, I looked over my shoulder to his surprised gaze. “On my terms, as punishment.”

Running my fingertips lightly over his firm thighs, I watched as they quivered. He sucked in a breath as my fingers got closer to his aching dick, and then let out a helpless cry as my fingers moved further away.

“Please just touch me, noona!” He cried, pulling fiercely on the handcuffs. I was sure that if I was to look behind me, he would look so pretty; eyes screwed shut, whines and moans slipping from his plush lips and hair everywhere. I smoothed my hands over his thighs, massaging the muscles, the clammy skin pulling witty my movements.

“I am touching you baby.” I sang, bringing my hands incredibly close to his cock, but not giving him the satisfaction of being touched just yet.

“Touch me more. It hurts!” Jimin almost screamed, kicking his legs and trying to raise his hips but I held them down with my weight.

“What hurts, Minie?” I asked, running my hands down to his shins slowly.

“My dick, please noona.” His voice came out croaky, all the groaning gasps, now showing their mark on his throat.

“You have such a pretty cock, Minie.” I teased sweetly, tracing feather-light lines over him. He groaned trying to raise his hips, searching for more friction. “So red and angry, all caged up. Just begging to be touched. Begging for a release.”

“Do you want me to make it better, baby?” I asked softly, taking my hands off him and placing them back on his thighs.

“Yes, please!” He sobbed, kicking his legs again, making me giggle a bit. “Please, make it better, noona!”

“Such a pity it won’t happen soon.” I taunted, leaning over to open a drawer of a bedside table, pulling out a bullet vibrator. A small, strangled whine sounded behind me letting me know he saw what I had.

Putting the vibrator in my mouth, I swirled my younger around it a few times, coating it in my saliva. I turned it on once I released it from my mouth, and brought the small bullet to Jimin’s caged cock. Running it up and down over his length, and balls. Jimin’s cry’s came out loud and frequent, hips bobbing up and down. I brought the bullet to the head of his cock, staying there until his moans turned to screams. He let out a grunt as I took the vibrator away, letting him catch his breath before repeating the same action a few more times.

“Close, noona.” He whispered between small gasps, “Please, may I cum?”

“No.” Jimin squealed like he was a little boy, getting told to do their homework. His body thrashed, rattles of the handcuffs

“You just couldn’t wait a few more hours, could you. You would have been out of this cage and came by now.” I reminded, bringing the small bullet to the head of his cock again, “But you chose the wrong way out, baby boy.”

“I-I’m sorry, noona.” He gasped, his whole body seemed to then shut down, completely spent, yet nearing his release. “P-please can I cum, n-noona?” Jimin stuttered.

“How bad do you want it, baby boy?” I questioned, circling the bullet around his caged tip.

“So bad, noona. I’m your good boy, please let me cum.” Using what was left of his energy, his body started writhing again.

“You may cum, baby” I granted, taking the bullet away, turning it off, as soon as his orgasm hit. Jimin released a strangled cry, as his back arched up, I watched as he expelled ropes of cum onto his thighs.

I rolled off Jimin, placing the little vibrator back in its place, listening to his heavy breaths as he came down from his high. I got up from the bed, retreating the bathroom to grab a damp washcloth. Returning, I ran the cloth over his thighs ridding him of his cum before I placed myself on Jimin’s thighs, leaning over him to remove the handcuffs. I softly placed kisses upon his red-banded wrist and placed a soft kiss upon hips parted lips before sitting back up. I made quick but careful work of removing the cage from his cock, Jimin hissing every so often from the over-stimulation and then releasing a relieved sigh, once freed from the cage.

“Feel better?” I asked, putting the chastity cage away, Jimin could only nod, his energy drained.

“You did so well, Bub.” I praised, running a clean area of the cloth over Jimin’s forehead, as he smiled.

Discharging the cloth on the bedside table, I laid down next to Jimin, resting my head on his chest, and wrapping an arm around his waist. Jimin’s arm sluggishly wrapped itself around my waist, slowly rubbing up and down. We rested like that for what felt like minutes, but it was only second before Jimin’s voice filled our silence.

“Noona?”

“Yes, baby.” I replied, looking up at his concerned gaze.

“You didn’t cum.” He stated.

“I don’t need too.” I protested, shaking my head. “Save that for the morning, when you’re well rested, Minie.” I added sweetly.

“Okay, noona.” He agreed. “Goodnight.” Jimin added, voice muffled as he pressed his lips to my cheek.

“Night,” I whispered, cuddling into his chest, “love you baby.”

“Love you too, noona.”

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Riding On

Ch22: Driftwood

Summary: It’s Mary’s birthday and for the first time ever she requests a party. Meanwhile, Evelyn makes a decision and Frank isn’t entirely sure how he feels about it.

Warnings: Bad language, 18+, Smut (NSFW 18+)

Pairing: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

A/N: I have to a huge thanks to @sweater-daddiesdumbdork for her input here! Have a biscuit, Ambi...

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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Chapter 21

May 2020

“So this,” Frank held up the item in his hand, showing it to Alex, “is a fuel pipe. Without this the engine gets no food. Something you should be able to relate to.”

Alex’s response was another loud gabble as he looked at his dad from his vantage point, sat in his little bouncer which placed on the deck of the boat to Frank’s left.

“Exactly, no food, no go.” Frank nodded, as he reached into the space, ducking down to get a closer look. He clamped the line into place before he shuffled out and stood up, grabbing a rag to wipe his hands on as Alex peered up at him, his arms and legs waggling as he gave another shriek. “Yup, I reckon you’re right, Son. Time to give it a try.”

Checking that his hands and arms were clean enough, he unclipped Alex’s straps and gently placed him on his hip as he strode to the front of the boat, jangling the keys in his spare hand. Alex reached for them, making a cooing noise of interest and for a moment Frank let the baby curl his hand round the metal before hastily moving them away as Alex went to shove them in his mouth. As the baby let out a noise of protest, Frank jiggled him a little before successfully distracting him by holding him up above his head, bringing him down quickly to blow a raspberry on his cheek. With his son held safely against him with one arm, he stuck the keys in the ignition with his other and gave them a turn, letting out a triumphant noise as the engine fired up.

“I am a genius.” Frank looked down at Alex who beamed back, shrieking and Frank chuckled, kissing the tiny boy’s rosy cheek before he turned the key to cut the engine.

“You got it working, I see!”

Frank turned to see Fliss’ head appear over the side of the boat as she climbed the small set of ladders by the side and he grinned as she hopped onto the deck.

“Yup. Fuel line was blocked. Replaced it and bingo.” He dropped a kiss to her cheek as she gently brushed her hand over Alex’s head as he was now fisting his little hands into Frank’s rather grubby t-shirt. “He helped.”

“That right? You been helping your Daddy, Bean?” She beamed and Alex let out another string of nonsensical babble and she grinned, before she looked at Frank. “You’re filthy.”

Frank looked at his T-shirt before he bit his lip. “Shit, I didn’t realise. Here.” He made to pass Alex over but Fliss shook her head, frowning.

“Frank, it’s a bit of dirt, not like he’s eating it is he?” She looked at him, before she smirked. “Besides, that’s not why I mentioned it.”

Frank arched his eyebrow as she bit her lip, scanning him up and down, her eyes lingering on his tatty jeans for a second before she shook her head and looked back at his face.

“Down girl.” He quipped and she laughed.

“I’m just gonna sort his dinner, want me to take him?”

“Yeah, I’m done out here for the night.” Frank looked at her, passing Alex over. “I’ll just lock the garage up and be right in. You riding tonight?”

“No, I snuck in a quick one at lunchtime on Cap. Alex was down for his nap so I took advantage, parked him in the office and left him to it. Slept right through.”

“Yeah, we kinda lucked out a little with him there didn’t we?” Frank smiled. “He’s nothing like Mary, she was a pain in the ass to get to sleep. Still is.”

“Well, with a bit of luck he’ll go down easy tonight.” Fliss smiled, before she looked at Frank, a dirty little grin on her face. “Then so can you.”

“Oooh, Miss Gallagher you filthy, little minx.” Frank’s mouth curled up at one side as she laughed before she stood on her toes to give him a quick kiss.

“Glad to see you’re no longer cranky, Frankie.”

“I was not cranky.”

“Sailor, you exploded at Mary when she knocked a glass of water over.” Fliss looked at him, her face soft. “I’ve never seen you blow like that, Baby. Not over something so trivial.”

“In my defense, I had told her three times to stop messing around.”

“I know.” Fliss cocked her head to one side. “Just isn’t like you, that’s all.”

Frank dropped his head, letting out a heavy sigh, he knew shew as right. Work had really been stressing him out recently and unfortunately he’d taken it out on the very people he didn’t want to.

“I’m sorry.” He wrinkled his nose and Fliss shook her head.

“It’s fine, no lasting harm done.” With that she kissed him again and Frank’s hand giving her ass a quick squeeze as she turned to leave.

“Hey, can you manage?” He asked as he watched her grip the side of the steps in one hand, Alex held in her other arm.

“Yeah, I got it.” She made her way slowly down, before hitting the floor of the garage. “Don’t be too long, Sailor.”

“Like I said, locking up and be right in.” He smiled, watching her make her way out, chatting away to Alex as she went, Thor trotting at her heels.

Frank climbed down himself and then checked around the garage and workshop area, making sure his power tools were locked away before his eyes fell over the little shelf he’d made out of a piece of driftwood as a surprise for Fliss. She’d picked up Heidi’s ashes a week ago, which had been another tearful morning as she’d broken down again when she’d picked up the sleek, mahogany box with her beloved mare’s name engraved on the lid. The box was currently sat on her desk in the office at the stables, Fliss saying she didn’t really want it in the house as the yard had been Heidi’s home so she needed to be there. Later that evening, Frank and Mary had taken Thor down to the beach to collect some driftwood for their fire pit and they’d stumbled upon a particularly large, gnarled piece. Frank had instantly been struck with the idea to craft it into a shelf for Fliss, thinking it would make a nice feature upon which she could lay Heidi to rest for good, and the finished article was quite nice, even if he did say so himself. He’d managed to keep the character of it nicely, the edges remained rustic and the entire thing had come up beautifully when he’d applied the final coat of varnish the previous evening.

The builders had been there all afternoon, marking out the areas where the expansion to the yard was due to start on Monday, so he supposed tonight was as good a time as any to give it to her, to apologise for being so bad tempered over the last few weeks, and celebrate the launch of a new opportunity for her business in one go. He could put it up for her tomorrow when she decided where she wanted it to go. Tucking it under one arm, he stepped out of the garage, pulled the up and over door down before locking it and heading into the house.

Fliss was currently warming something up for Alex to eat and she turned to face him, frowning as she saw the shelf under his arm.

“What’s that?” She asked.

“It’s a shelf.” He smiled, setting it down on the kitchen island.

“Frank, it’s gorgeous!” Fliss smiled, her fingers trailing over the surface of it. “Did you make it?”

“I did.” He nodded. “Out of a piece of driftwood. I thought it would look nice in your office, somewhere for you to put Heidi.”

At his words she stilled, her head shooting up to look at him and she blinked as her eyes welled with tears. She glanced back down, before she looked up at him, and gave him a huge smile. “Oh, Frankie. I love it. Thank you so much.”

Frank smiled and opened his arms, and she moved round to fall into them, resting her cheek on his shirt. His large hands gently rubbed at her back as she sniffed and he dropped a kiss to her head. “You’re welcome, Sweetheart.”

“You’re so thoughtful.” She let out a little choked sob and Frank chuckled.

“I try.” He looked down, his hands cupping her face as he wiped away her tears, dropping a kiss to her lips. “If you decide where you want it I’ll put it up for you tomorrow.”

“I already know exactly where it’s going.” She smiled. “Could you move the one above my desk to the back wall and put that in its place? I want her right up there where she’s in prime position.”

“Sure, not a problem.” He assured her, giving her another kiss. “Was Mary okay when you dropped her at Roberta’s? She wasn’t upset or-“

“Upset, no. Raging about you being a, and I quote, ‘miserable, bad-tempered douchebag’, yes.”

Frank snorted and took a deep breath. “I’ll apologise tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry about it, I told her to cut you some slack. She gets it. I said you’d pick her up on the way back from the airport tomorrow morning. Everyone will be arriving for her party at one so she needs to be back here by at least midday. Roberta said she’d come too, give us a hand setting up.”

“Is there much to set up?” Frank asked. “I mean there’s only five of them coming.”

“Seven if you count the twins.” Fliss corrected. “But no, not really. Food is simple, just need to throw it on the grill. Mum’s got the cake done, snacks are sorted…just a case of setting the table outside and the music and stuff.”

“You know I think she’s more excited for the party than she was for her actual birthday.” Frank mused as Fliss pulled Alex’s dinner out of the microwave.

“Well, it’s her first party.” Fliss smiled, giving the cauliflower and haddock puree a stir.

“Yeah, I never thought I’d see the day she asked for one.” Frank continued to ponder, taking the dish that Fliss handed him, before he pulled a face looking at it. “This looks disgusting.”

“Well I’m not asking you to eat it.” Fliss narrowed her eyes at him and Frank raised his eyebrows.

“Good job.”

“Keep talking, Sailor and you’ll be wearing it.”

He gave a laugh, before he moved and sat down on the stool next to Alex’s high chair as the baby made grabby hands for the dish, noises of approval escaping his mouth as Frank held out the first spoonful to him. Fliss watched them for a moment before she smiled, and moved behind Frank, dropping a kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll ring our order through for dinner, you fancy Thai or Italian tonight?”

“You choose.” Frank replied, his concentration fully on feeding his son and Fliss squeezed his shoulders, before she picked up her phone and rang the Thai place, knowing full well Frank would prefer that, even though she was in the mood for Italian.

*****

For the first time in weeks, Frank felt fully relaxed that evening. He wasn’t going into the shop that weekend, having put his foot down and said not a chance given it was Mary’s party. They’d eaten a fabulous take-out, drank a few beers and now they were sat together in his favourite place, outside in their garden around the fire pit, under the stars whilst their son was sleeping soundly upstairs.

“You know, I do love how it sometimes burns blue.” Fliss smiled as she snuggled further into him.

“Yeah, it’s to do with the salt, I think.” Frank shrugged, his fingers tracing shapes on her upper arm. ”Sure Mary would be able to tell you if you asked her.”

“Sure she would.” Fliss chuckled. “Along with a detailed explanation of exactly what chemical compounds are involved, or the fact that the moon being in a certain position to Venus means it glows a different shade of blue or some other random shit like that…” Frank burst out laughing, pulling her closer. “I don’t know how she remembers half the shit she does.”

“Diane was the same.” Frank mused. “A goldmine for trivia. She was great for Quiz Nights.”

“You do it too.” Fliss sat up and looked at him.

“I don’t.”

“You so do.” She scoffed.

“Not as bad as Mary.”

“Hmm, hey, maybe that’s what we need to do next time they have a Quiz at Ferg’s. Smuggle Mary in and hide her under the table.”

“I doubt she’d stay there.” Frank pulled a face and Fliss shoved him in his chest, causing him to snigger again.

“Dick!”

“Don’t pretend you don’t love it, Sweetheart.” He winked as he dropped a kiss to her lips.

“I love you.” She muttered against his mouth.

“Yeah?”

“Yup.”

“How much?”

Biting her lip she arched her eyebrow and snatched his beer off him, placing it on the table along with her glass of wine before she moved, straddling him, her bare thighs falling either side of his. Bending down she kissed him deeply, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her in closer. He let his lips dance across hers before she pulled back a little, looking at him.

“That much.”

“Yeah, not sure I got it…” He chuckled, pulling her back to him as he kissed her again, this time only parting when her hands wrapped in the bottom of his t-shirt, tugging at it until he moved to allow her to drag it off. He took advantage of the moment, dragging her cami over her top, letting out a soft groan as the sight of her bare in front of him. He dropped his head, kissing and nuzzling at her breasts, Fliss’ fingers digging into his hair to hold him close.

“Got it now?” She grinned as she pushed down, rubbing her sleep short clad core into his groin, making him hiss at the feeling, his dick growing hard through the constraints of the sweats he was wearing.

“Not quite…” He teased, nipping at her neck. Fliss giggled as he went back to her breasts, hands cupping them, squeezing gently before his mouth gently covered a nipple. As he gently flicked the hardening nub with his tongue she gave a little squeak of delight.

“I mean… If you really don’t get it, Adler…” she panted out slightly, “then maybe you’re not as smart as I thought.”

“Well, you always tell my brains are in my dick.” He growled a bit, giving her chest a gentle bite, and Fliss arched herself into his mouth, hissing at the way the slight pain and pleasure mixed. His arm tightening around her, Frank lifted them both up off the cushion to lay her down on her back on the outside couch and took a chance to look over her, his eyes traveling down her bare torso, before his mouth followed suit, his beard scratching her skin slightly, mouth cooling the delectable burn as he went.

Fliss rolled herself up into him, enjoying the feel of his relatively firm torso against the softness of hers, allowing herself to get lost in the feeling as she bit her lip and tipped her head back against the arm of the wicker sofa, enjoying being in her man’s care. Frank’s gently gripped at the sleep shorts she was wearing, before he slipped them down her toned legs before he pushed his sweats down, kicking them to the floor.

He moved to a kneel, one hand gently hooking Fliss’ left leg up to rest against the back of the couch, her other leg falling automatically to the floor, toes pressing onto the smooth sandstone flags, leg bent at the knee. Frank took another moment to look at her as his hands rubbed against her inner thighs, taking her in from her toned shoulders and arms, right down to the gently curve of her hips. There wasn’t a single bit of this woman that he wasn’t achingly in love with.

Sliding his hands up and around, he gripped at those hips and shifted her slightly making sure she was where he wanted her.

“You know, Frank…” Fliss, looked up at him, and her deep brown eyes flashed in amusement, as she watched her fiance appreciate her body, and she could feel a flush rising pink up her neck, into her cheeks. The way he looked at her, like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen still made her a little bashful at times. “If brains were dynamite, then, you wouldn’t have enough to blow your pants off.”

“Oh, really?” Frank leaned forward, kissing her lips, and down her neck as she laughed, his fingers drifting along her curves till they dipped between her spread thighs and slipped along her folds, causing her got gasp. “Never heard you complain before.” He braced a hand next to her head, as she starting to wriggle from where expert fingers teased her slick. “Quite the opposite, in fact.”

“Shut up…” She groaned as she arched up into him, pushing against his hand.

“You started this, Sweetheart.” His fingers picked up their pace and he watched as she writhed beneath him, her breath coming in ragged pants, her fingers digging into his biceps, soft whimpers of his name leaving her mouth in a staccato chant. “You wanna think about what you just said?”

“You’re not using your…fuck!” She cried, as his fingers stretched her open, gliding and rubbing against her walls which clenched with need around his digits. “-dick, you…oh, God!”

“Nope, not yet.” He agreed, dropping his head so he could reach her breasts, a pull of his teeth on a nipple drew out another cry from her. “But I’m not sure I’m gonna need to.”

His fingers moved even faster, Fliss quivering, her whole body rubbing against his, panting as she glanced down at him, his blue eyes peeking up at her, twinkling with desire and mischief. “Frankie, please, I gotta…”

His lips wrapped around the other nipple, sucking and working his teeth around it before he pulled away, the muscles in his back and shoulders shifting as he arched up once more watching her. “Let go, Lissy.”

The heat in her stomach flooded her and she arched up off the cushions, a loud moan rolling from her throat as Frank felt her clamping down round his fingers, as her eyes flickered shut, her legs twitching. Frank leaned over to kiss her, deeply, as he slotted himself between her thighs, grinding down into her. Kisses flowed into soft bites of skin while Frank arched his hips up enough to slide his cock between her folds, and once he found her entrance, he pressed into her heat, burying into exactly where he wanted to be the most, forehead pressed against her own, breath mingling as both panted through the initial hit of sensations that coursed through their veins.

“You okay, Baby?” Frank looked down at her and Fliss nodded, tipping up to press her lips against his, tugging on his full bottom lip, nudging her nose against his.

“Better than okay” She rolled her hips once more against his, the shift in angle making her tighter, driving Frank crazy to feel her fluttering around him. Pulling his hips back he thrust deeply into her, causing her shudder.

“I can tell.” He grunted as he started to move himself, the thrust of his hips moving her slightly with each drive forward. Shifting to his elbows on either side of her head, Fliss immediately wrapped her leg from around the couch over his hip, rocking up to meet him.

“Oh, fuck, Frank!” The change in angle hit her deep and just right as he reached down and grabbed under her other knee, bringing that leg around his hips too before he fisted a hand in her hair, tipping her head back and dragging a swipe of his tongue up her neck. He kissed that sweet spot just behind her ear, once more dragging his name out of her in a chant, as he slowed his movements down, his hips now driving slow and deep. But her hands dragged down to his back, nails digging into the bunched muscles he was using to monitor his speed and she grabbed at him.

“No Sailor… I want you to fuck me.”

Frank gave a little groan as he moved to look at her and found her eyes challenging him. Fuck, he loved it when she got all fucking horny and needy.

“Oh, Cowgirl…” He smirked, shifting his chest across hers and pulling away, propping himself up above her as both his hands fisted in her hair to hold her down. “. “You better hold on to something.”

Her eyes flashed and then without warning he began snapping his hips forward and back with a brutal pace as he dragged himself back and forth from her fluttering channel.

It was so quick that Fliss screamed out, a vague thankful feeling crossing her addled brain about how she was suddenly glad they had no near neighbours, but all thoughts disappeared as soon as they flashed into her mind as she felt her eyelids flutter shut as she could feel nothing but how thick he was inside her, the constant pounding left her trying to keep up with his furious fucking, and she was failing, big time.

Her eyes opened and her entire gaze was filled with nothing but Frank, a wide chest with its spattering of dark hair drove her crazy, to the straining shoulders that gave him the leverage to shift his body in every way to claim her. And then his face, that handsome face she knew from memory, his sharp, bearded jaw was tight, those baby blue eyes burning into hers as his face hovered inches from hers, all his focus on her and only her.

It was driving her crazy.

Frank was just as swamped with the sensations. He enjoyed making love to his girl but he also enjoyed the faster, carnal fucking too. There was a darker side to him that enjoyed being able to use his size to claim her how he wanted and give her what she needed and since their weekend in Vermont, he knew he could do exactly that without fear anymore.

"Fuck…“ he growled out as he rutted into her, feeling her clench as he hit a particularly toe-curling spot deep inside her and her mouth dropped wide in a loud gasp. He was angled just right, and she dragged her nails down his back, urging him to keep hitting it, which he did, rotating his hips, making her groan and her whole body arch into him.

Frank kept going, relentless, hard, demanding, claiming. Fliss tightened her legs around him, her, hands scrambling along his back, and her head fell back against the arm of the couch again, and Frank heard her signature cry, a whispered, garbled tangle of words falling from her lips as, her whole body locked around him before with a loud, guttural cry of his name she came, hard.

Frank dropping himself enough to press his forehead against hers as she cried underneath him, his lips pressing to hers, swallowing her cries. He slowed his thrusting, helping her ride out her orgasm, but he wasn’t that far from his, it was simmering and he was teetering on that edge that he knew he was going to fall over soon. There was a slight stutter to his hips as he grained speed again, grinding into her until her clenching body was too much and with a gasp of a name and a dirty grunt he spilled into her, jolting to a stop after several erratic thrusts, sinking down over her as Fliss pressed her face into his neck, breathing in deeply.

After a moment, she eased her limbs from around him, her foot sliding down the back of his thigh and calf, humming softly post-orgasm, she leaned up, nibbling on Frank’s neck, and he gave a soft hum of delight as she nipped at his jaw.

“Maybe you could blow your boxers off. At a push.” She mumbled cheekily, and Frank laughed, his mouth claiming hers, if for no other reason other than to shut her up.

*****

Even if they’d had chance to lie in the next morning, which thanks to their son was not an option, they couldn’t have. Fliss was up early, the excitement in the house at the fact they were hosting Mary’s first birthday party was infectious, and Frank found himself getting swept up in it too. This was all he’d ever wanted for Mary, and the fact she’d actually requested a party in the first place had almost reduced him to tears.

By the time nine in the morning rolled by, the balloons were blown up and scattered about the place, banners had been hung and the music system was ready to go outside. With a quick kiss goodbye, Frank headed off to go and pick his mother up from the airport, before driving back down to their old estate to pick up a very hyper active Mary, and a slightly less bouncy Roberta.

Mary was overjoyed with the decorations, hugging Fliss and thanking her over and over again, and then the time seemed to fly by with her best friend Rosie arriving first, along with her parents who once more asked Fliss and Frank if they were sure the little girl was okay to stay the evening too. Fliss waved away their concern and asked if they’d like to stay for a while, an offer which they rather hastily declined and Frank snorted a little as Rosie’s dad gave him a wink when he told Frank they had ‘plans’.

By two, the pool party was in full swing, Steve, Frank and Bill overseeing seven kids as they dived in and out of the pool, jumping on and off inflatables as the music played in the background. Frank glanced around, watching as Fliss bustled about the garden, Alex perched on her hip as she laughed at something Roberta had said before she nodded and passed Alex over to the woman who beamed at him as he grabbed at her large beaded necklace.

“Frank?”

He spun to face his mother who smiled at him, her large sun hat shading her face. She held up the empty bottle in her hand. “Me and Verity appear to have finished this Sancerre. Do you mind if-“

“You’ve sunk a bottle by two in the afternoon, shame on you.” He gave a lout tut and his mother simply arched an eyebrow.

“Yes, well having children turned me into a raging alcoholic.” She stated matter of factly and Frank snorted.

“Touche, well, help yourself, you know where it all is.” He jerked his head towards the kitchen. “You don’t need to keep asking for things whilst you’re here, you know.”

“No, I know. But I was kind of hoping to talk to you actually.” Evelyn looked at him. “Come with me.”

“Oh?” He frowned, tossing a glance back at Fliss before he followed Evelyn into the house. He reached into the fridge, pulled out another chilled bottle of wine before he set it on the counter. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much, I just…well, I’ve come to a decision about something, and I wanted to run it past you first.”

“Okay.” He watched her as she cleared her throat.

“I’ve decided to sell the house.” She stated and Frank watched her, having a feeling he knew exactly what was coming next. “And I’m going to buy and apartment. Here.”

“Right.” Frank looked at her, his face passive.

“And one in Boston.”

“Two apartments?”

“One plus one was two last time I checked, yes.” Evelyn’s mouth twitched at the corner and Frank rolled his eyes. “I thought I could spend the winters here and the summers in Boston. That way, it would only be for six months a year. Sure even we could survive being in the same state as one another for that long.”

“Sounds like you got it all planned out.”

"I want my grandchildren to know me, Frank. I already missed out on so much with Mary, and yes, before you say anything, that was my own fault, but I don’t want to miss out on any more.”

“And you won’t, I’ve told you-“

“Well, clearly I am because I missed the fact that Mary was now calling Fliss mom.”

Frank took a deep breath and folded his arms across his chest, “I thought we’d been through this. You said it wouldn’t be a problem.”

“It isn’t, I just…well, I wasn’t prepared for it, that’s all.”

“Well, that’s on me.” Frank looked at her, his expression softening slightly. He hadn’t really considered what effect it would have on his mother, hearing Mary call someone other than Diane her mom, but then again, why would he? Evelyn had never seen Diane with Mary after all, it never even crossed his mind that it would upset her. “I should have warned you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Evelyn shook her head. “Like I said, I wasn’t expecting it that’s all.”

There was a pause and Frank took a deep breath. “Look, I’ve told you before. I want you to have a relationship with the kids, and, well, if you feel moving nearer to us is gonna help that then…” He trailed off giving a little shrug.

“So you wouldn’t object to me moving closer?”

“What would be the point of that?” He asked, passing her the bottle of wine. “You’d do it regardless.”

“Yes, I would.” Evelyn stated simply before she took the bottle from him. Frank gave her a small smile which she returned before she moved to leave, greeting Fliss who had just walked into the kitchen.

“Did I just interrupt something?” She frowned.

“No.” Frank shook his head, watching his mother leave. As soon as she was out of earshot he gave a groan and pulled a beer from the fridge. “She just told me she wants to sell the house and buy two apartments. One in Boston and one here.”

“Oh.” Fliss frowned, cocking her head to the side. “But, that’s…fine. I mean, you and your mom get on okay now, so-”

“Yeah, we do.” Frank nodded, taking a huge pull from his bottle, swallowing his beer. “Because she’s in Boston and I’m not.”

Fliss gave a chuckle and slipped her arms round his waist. “Stop being a little shit, Frank. I hate to point it out but it makes sense. She’s not getting any younger and if anything happens she’s a three hour flight away, as we saw when Mary was taken ill.”

“Why do you always have to be so fucking sensible?” Frank narrowed his eyes at her and she grinned, shrugging.

“I’m not, I can just see it from her point of view. But hey, look on the bright side. If she’s told you, it gives you a perfect excuse to help her look for somewhere. Tampa’s not a bad area, and it’s a forty or so minute drive away…”

“Oh, now who’s being a little shit?” He laughed as he dropped a kiss to Fliss’ lips.

She chuckled and pulled back, looking at him. “Anyway, parking that for now, the kids are getting hungry. Can you we fire up the grill and I’ll get the sides and stuff out?”

“Sure.” Frank smiled, before he kissed her again and headed outside, grabbing Steve’s collar as he went, roping him into helping.

Half an hour later kids and adults alike were sat around munching burgers, hot dogs and various other items Fliss had dotted out on the tables at the side of the garden. Frank was stood drinking a beer as he watched Steve flop down next to Sian on the seat round the table the adults had settled at, gently rubbing his hand over her little bump, giving her a quick kiss. Frank smiled, thinking back to how it didn’t seem like five minutes since he’d been doing the same to Fliss.

“Not sending you broody is it, Son?”

Frank turned to look at Bill who nodded to Steve and Frank scoffed. “Nope. Two is quite enough for us, thanks.”

Bill laughed. “Exactly what Fliss said, well, not exactly. Her phrase included the words ‘fuck off, Dad’ but the sentiment was the same.”

Frank laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, we’re both agreed, thankfully.” He smiled, his eyes flicking to Alex who was perched on his mother’s knee, as she sat chatting to Verity.

“I had a nosey up at the yard before.” Bill took a swig from his bottle. “Looks like they’re all ready to start. Must be a relief that they’re finally getting going.”

“To be honest, Bill, I’ve not been as involved with it all as I’d like.” Frank bit his lip. “I mean I’ve been over the plans and keep checking the costs and stuff but as far as actively being involved in organising anything.” He let out a deep sigh. “I know I should have stepped up a little more.”

“Hey don’t worry!” Bill smiled. “We got it covered.”

“I know and I’m grateful but I just, well this is our future you know? Her business, our property and land and I kinda feel a little...”

“Left out?”

Frank wrinkled his nose. “Not left out as such. Not in control is the best way to describe it, I suppose.”

“We talking about the building work now or life in general?”

Frank snorted, it unnerved him how easily his future father in law could read him. “That obvious, huh?”

“A little, plus Fliss says you’ve been mad busy at the shop.”

“I thought it would have died down by now.” Frank shrugged. “But we seem to be getting bigger and bigger and, it’s just not what I had in mind when I went to work there. And I know, I’m grateful but I kinda miss when things were simpler, you know?” He shook his head. “Doesn’t really sound like I’m very ambitious does it? Most people would kill to be in my position.”

“Look, management and running a business isn’t for everyone. If it was, the world would hardly tick over the way it does, would it?” Bill said wisely. “Have you talked to James?”

Frank shook his head. “I honestly don’t know what I’d say.”

“Well, what do you want to happen?”

“I miss the repairs.” Frank said, honestly. “I enjoyed it when I was running the workshop. It was a good mix between management and still being able to get my hands dirty when I wanted to.”

“Tell him that then.”

“Not that simple, we got a new guy running that side of things now. Plus it would be a drop in wages.”

“Do you need the money?”

“Not especially, Fliss brings in a fair packet and it wouldn’t be a bad income at all. But I like the security.”

“Well in that case don’t let that be a factor in your decision. Trading off a higher standard of living versus job satisfaction is a mistake I’ve seen a lot of people make in the past, Frank. It doesn’t end well as they become miserable and resent their choices.” Bill paused. “Have you not thought about going back into repairs full time, like working for yourself again?”

Frank shook his head. “No. The security which comes with this job is too big a pull to give up. Especially now there’s four of us to consider.”

“You could make it secure if you did it properly.” Bill looked at him. “Set yourself up as an independent business but get a unit on one of the Marinas. Yeah, they’ll take a cut, but you’re pretty much guaranteed work and it comes with most of the perks but you’ll manage your own time.” Frank looked at him as Bill smiled. “Might be a bit of work at first to get yourself back in the game so to speak but I can help with the practicalities of setting out on your own. Fliss has an excellent accountant plus I hear you know a pretty good lawyer.”

Frank smiled. “Yeah, maybe.”

“Just think it over. If you need the money to set up you know me and V will help out. Plus, the beauty of it is Frank, you have a job to keep you going whilst you make your decision. It ain’t a bad place to be when you think about it.”

“Thanks Bill, I’ll give it some thought.”

***** The party filtered out at about five, and their family stayed around for a little while until they too left a couple of hours later. Mary hugged Fliss and then Frank tightly, thanking them both for ‘the best birthday party ever’, Frank not bothering to point out that the sum total she had held or attended didn’t give her much to go on. He was simply happy she’d enjoyed herself.

They managed to get the two girls to bed in Mary’s room at a ridiculously late hour, so when Frank woke the next morning he wasn’t surprised to find them both fast asleep still when he poked his head into the room. He was surprised, however, to find his bed empty. Sundays were normally their lazy mornings, none of them really bothering to get up until they had to, Alex often coming into their room for a few hours. But today, it was barely gone nine and Fliss was up and fully dressed in denim shorts and a baggy fitting t-shirt.

“Morning, Honey.” He greeted her with a soft kiss. “You’re up early?”

“Yeah, I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep.” She shrugged, before her face wrinkled up and she swallowed, rubbing at her stomach.

“You okay?” Frank frowned, his hands gently running up and down her arms. “You sick?”

“No.” Fliss shook her head. “I came on a few days early and it’s fucking excruciating for some reason. Hasn’t been this bad since I had Alex.”

“Oh, Baby!” Frank pouted and with an exaggerated fake chuckle-slash-sob she pressed her forehead to his chest and he smiled, wrapping his arms round her, kissing her head.

“My ovaries are trying to kill me.” She whined and Frank chuckled, his hands rubbing up and down her back.

“Can I do anything to help?”

“Not really, other than give me lots of sympathy and pretend you know what I’m going through.”

“Think I can manage that.”

Together they made breakfast, Evelyn joining them and Fliss took care to leave enough batter to feed the girls with when they finally surfaced at half past ten. Frank then let them head back out to the pool for another hour or so before he dropped Rosie off home and swung by the store for some snacks which he knew would keep Fliss satisfied for the afternoon and hopefully help keep her killer womb at bay.

They all settled down for the afternoon on the sun-loungers outside, the lazy Sunday bleeding into the evening, as they dipped in an out of the pool before it was time to sort dinner, which consisted mainly of left over party food, Frank grilling the remaining burgers and sausages that hadn’t been eaten at the party. Once that was over, Evelyn asked if she could take Alex’s bath time. Fliss handed him over with a smile, whilst Frank headed upstairs to make sure his mother knew where everything was. Once he was bathed and put down for the evening, Evelyn retired back to the guest house and Mary retreated to her den to watch one of her new DVDs, leaving Frank and Fliss to curl up on their sofa, settling in for another binge watching session, this time making their way through The Witcher.

As Fliss shifted again, trying to ease a particularly nasty cramp in her stomach, Frank glanced at her, frowning a little.

“Have you taken some more painkillers?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, stretching her legs out. “Just haven’t kicked in yet.”

“What hasn’t?” Mary asked as she walked past the sofa from her den, heading to the fridge.

“Nothing that concerns you.” Frank replied, not even looking at her.

“Are you on your period?” Mary asked bluntly and Fliss glanced at Frank who looked at her, blinking, before they both turned their heads to look at her over the back of the sofa as he closed the fridge, juice box in her hand.

“How the hell do you know about that stuff? You’re ten!” Frank stared at her and she shrugged, moving back towards them.

“I read about it when I looked up where babies came from.”

“You looked up where babies come from?” Fliss repeated, her voice controlled as she was trying to supress the laughter bubbling in her throat.

“I was curious, Mom. Wanted to know how you made Alex.”

“Jesus Christ.” Frank groaned, as Fliss let out a snort. “I clearly need to increase the level of Parental Control on your laptop and tablet.”

“No you don’t because it didn’t let me google it, so I had to find it in a book in the library.” She said matter of factly as she paused by the back of the sofa, fixing them both with a look. “And, for the record, I think it’s totally disgusting what you did. But, now you have him, you don’t need to do it again. That is unless you decide you want another and-“

“No, you’re absolutely right.” Frank cut her off, his face serious. “It’s totally gross. I’m so relived I will never have to go through that torture ever again.”

Fliss couldn’t look at him, she had to turn away, the expression on his face was utterly dead-pan. She pressed her lips together, scrunching her face up as she tried desperately to stop the laughter exploding from her mouth.

“God knows what Uncle Steve and Sian think they’re doing, having another one.” Mary grumbled.

“Well, your Grandmother had two.” Frank pointed out, and Fliss slapped his thigh, in a desperate attempt to make him stop. His lips quirked at the sides ever so slightly before he straightened his face once more as Mary looked back at him.

“I suppose, but you were the eldest so she clearly thought she needed to try again after having you, you know, make it right.”

At that the laughter Fliss had been supressing burst from her mouth as her shoulders shook and she tipped her head back, roars of laughter filling the room.

“Well,” Frank looked at Mary, “you’re technically our eldest so…”

“Yeah but you adopted me, therefore you chose me.”

“Well, not really as you were kinda already here.” Frank teased.

“Yeah but you chose to be my parents, not just my uncle and his wife.”

“That’s true.” Frank nodded.

“So, that clearly makes me special.”

“Oh, you’re special alright.” Frank agreed, his face serious.

Mary grinned as she flounced back off to her den, shutting the door behind her. As soon as it clicked shut, Frank look at Fliss, who was now bright red from the force of her laughter, tears pouring down her face and he too began to laugh.

“Fucking hell.” He shook his head as Fliss wiped her eyes. “I can’t with that kid!”

“She’s hilarious, I love her.” Fliss chuckled. ”And you- I’m so relieved I will never have to go through that torture ever again, liar, much?”

Frink grinned, his arm curling round her shoulders, pulling her to him as she snuggled into his side. “Well, sex is dirty. But only when it’s done right.”

Fliss snorted. “And of course we do it right, Sailor.”

“Damned straight we do.” He leaned back against the sofa, pressing a kiss to her head.

“So, are you gonna tell Alex sex is dirty and gross?”

Frank hesitated, before he rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what Fliss was getting at. “You know, of course we will properly talk to Mary when she’s older and starts to get interested in dating, Fliss.”

“Careful there, Sailor. You’ll give yourself whiplash backtracking that fast.”

“I’m not backtracking."

“Course not.” Fliss wrinkled her nose sarcastically and Frank groaned.

“Look, can we stop talking about when she’s...” He waved his hand and gave a shudder. “I don’t wanna think about it.”

“Face it Frankie, it’s probably gonna happen sooner than later. You got to be prepared.” Fliss looked at him, her lips twitching at the corners. “I mean, you wanted her to have a normal life. Dating is part of that."

“Are you gonna shut up, or am I gonna have to make you?” Frank turned to Fliss, dropping his head a little so his nose was mere inches from hers,

“Thought that was like gross.” She teased. “And besides I’m on.”

“You know, I have heard that orgasms are supposed to help with cramps.” Frank shifted a little, his lips gently brushing her neck. “Could always do it in the shower,” he nipped at her skin. “No mess, no fuss.”

“I showered before and besides,” Fliss pushed on his shoulders, forcing him to stop his teasing bites to her neck, “it’s a known fact that a woman’s entire sexual reproductive system grows teeth in shark week.” Frank blinked before he gave a snort of laughter as Fliss shrugged. “Well, it feels like my womb is trying to eat its way out so…”

“There’s somewhere else I could shove it to keep you quiet.” Frank grinned and Fliss scoffed.

“Yeah that’s got teeth too, Sailor, and I ain’t afraid to use ‘em.” She laughed and gave him a gentle kiss. “But only when you ask nicely.”

Frank gave a groan against her mouth. “You’re killing me, Lissy!”

“Aww, I got you all worked up Sailor?”

“Yes.” He answered bluntly.

“Shame Mary’s in the den, I could have fixed that for you.”

Frank looked at her, before his head whipped round over his shoulder. “Mary! Go to bed!”

Fliss slapped his arm, laughing as Mary pulled open the door to her den and glared at him. “It isn’t even nine yet!”

“He’s joking.” Fliss looked at her.

“No I’m not.” Frank deadpanned and Mary rolled her eyes.

“Whatever, Dad.” And with that she disappeared again, the door shutting behind her.

Frank groaned as he lay his head back, shifting slightly, trying to relieve the strain at the front of his jeans. Watching him out of the corner of her eye, Fliss smirked to herself. She loved how she could get him worked up simply by using her words, it was a fucking huge turn on.

“You know, I’m sure I just heard Alex upstairs.”

“What?” Frank turned his attention to her.

“Yeah, I best go check on him,” she looked at Frank, “you know, upstairs,” she bit her lip, “and it might take me five minutes or so.”

With a puzzled expression Frank watched her go before he turned his attention to the baby monitor. On the small screen he saw Alex was sleeping soundly. He frowned, Fliss had no reason to be-

Oh. Oh

With a grin he stood up. “Mary just gotta nip upstairs for a moment. If you need us just, well, just wait.”

And with that he shot after Fliss, taking the stairs two at a time.

****

Chapter 23

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