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bucky-barnes-diaries · 3 years

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The Office

Pairing; CEO+Dad’s Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary; You and Bucky fuck for the very first time in his office at the company’s building.

Word Count; 4574

Warnings; NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI, undefined age-gap, “cheating”, language, cursing, Sir!kink, dirty talk, pet names, slight degradation, hair pulling, oral (male receiving), face-fucking, spitting, fingering, teasing, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note; I can’t get enough of CEO+DBF!Bucky so this will be the first of many fics like this! I hope people will like it and be interested in more! Jesus I need to bathe in holy water now. Hope you all enjoy <3

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Bucky had begun texting you while sitting in a meeting with your dad and some of the company's other employees. You weren't doing anything important, just at home reading a book, so you were more than happy to text back and forth with him. The meeting was relatively standard and straightforward, it wasn't too much of an importance, so it allowed Bucky to talk with you without feeling guilty while the rest of them sorted out the details. Once in a while, he would chime in with his views and opinions. The text messages were pretty innocent, to begin with. The standard “hello” and “what you are up to” was exchanged between the two of you before more of the dirtier stuff ensued.

You thought about it for a second before you sent him an answer. You and Bucky had started fucking around a few weeks ago. You had met him when your parents had friends and colleagues over for a grand party like they had most of the time. You had just moved back home after living on your own in another city for three years, so this was your first time seeing Bucky in person. You had heard a lot about him and seen pictures when he started working with your dad, and they had formed a tight friendship, but you had never met him in person. He was even more handsome than what the pictures could show when you got introduced to him, and you had started to take a liking to him instantly. He had done as well because not even a week after you met, you and he had started a relationship. To begin with, it was only fucking around, but as the weeks went by, you felt like there may be more to it; sparks were felt between the two of you. None of you had done anything about it yet, mainly because it wouldn’t be received well by the public, your family most likely would disapprove and because of his wife Natalie and her whole family.

Which you didn’t find wrong at all that he was “cheating” on her with you. They both hated each other’s guts and would more than anything like getting a divorce. Bucky had told you that she had cheated on him multiple times, and he had done as well with her, but they played the happy couple when they were out in public because of their families. They got married at a very young age because their families are rich and powerful and wanted their kids to get together, so they are now stuck in this toxic relationship together. But soon, you and Bucky would have to decide where the next step of the relationship would go. Would you continue to sneak around, or would you form a proper relationship and come out for the whole wide world? It was only a matter of time before you needed to decide.

You and he would primarily meet up on neutral grounds. In his car or a hotel but on a few occasions, you had fucked in his or your parent's house in your room. This would be the first time you had done it where he worked; you assumed it would be in his office. It would be risky, but the thought about him taking you hard against every surface had your thighs clenching in need of him.

A soft whimper escaped your parted lips at his promise to fuck your brains out. He was never afraid to be direct with you about his needs and feelings. He always meant what he said, and that was one of your favorite things about him. You could always trust that he would be true to his words.

It would take you about 30 minutes to get over there, so you needed to leave right now. You did a quick freshen up before you called a taxi to get you over to the company’s building. Being in the car gave you time to think this through. You weren't sure how you and he would pull this off. Everyone would see if you entered his office and then wonder what was taking so long and what in the hell you guys were doing in there. In their eyes, you and Bucky weren't even friends. You barely spoke with one another when other people were around, as not to raise any suspicion. For them, you were the boss's daughter while Bucky was his partner, and nothing was going on between you two; besides, Bucky had his “loving” wife, Natalie.

The building stood tall as you arrived. Clouds were teasing rain, and it was a bit cold. The skirt you were wearing made your body chilly, but you kept it on for Bucky's sake. You looked up at the structure before you went through the main entrance. The security guards and the workers at the reception greeted you as everyone was well aware of who you were. You all greeted them with a smile as you walked towards the elevators. Entering the elevator, you became impatient as it took its time to travel up the floors to the main offices in the building. Your legs were uneasy as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. A thin layer of sweat formed on your hairline as you came up with scenarios with how you and Bucky could get caught. You shook your head, trying to get those thoughts down. You trusted Bucky, and besides, this was something you wanted to try out.

When you arrived at the floor, and the door slid open, you saw your dad, Bucky, and some of the employees coming out of one of the conference rooms. The meeting must have just finished. As you walked over, you tried to put on a smile to mask your nervousness. None of them had seen you yet, except for Bucky. He had you in his sight out of the corner of his eye, a slight smirk on his face as he saw you strutting over. You came to stand between him and your dad.

Bucky couldn’t have been more subtle with staring you up and down; your dad was standing right there after all. His tongue darting out between his lips to wet them, clearly having an image on his head about you bent over at his mercy.

“Hi, dad! Mr. Barnes, it's nice to see you again.”

Bucky gave you a simple nod of his head, acting like he isn't just about to have his way with you in his office with your dad not having a clue about what a whore his sweet and innocent daughter is, “pleasure seeing you again.”

“Sweetheart,” your dad gave you a one-arm hug as he had a smile on his face at his daughter visiting him at work, “what are you doing here?”

“I was in the area and thought I could drop by before moving on with my day.”

“Aw, honey. I wish I could spend some time with you, but we have a meeting again in 30 minutes.”

“It's alright, dad. I'm on my way out again anyways. Have some errands to run,” you lied.

“Excuse me, sweetheart.” He turned to say something to the others. While everyone had their attention on your dad, you turned slightly towards Bucky to give him a “chill out” look. The outfit you were wearing had him on edge and excited to have you in his office as soon as possible. Since the crowd was paying attention to your dad, it allowed Bucky to give you some instructions. He leaned in a little closer to you, but not too close in case someone saw.

“Here,” he slipped you his card, the card for the private elevator he had that went from the parking lot and up to his office, “take the elevator. No one is going to see you. Also, I want you to have your panties off before you come upstairs. You got it?”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat. Your body felt hot and warm. The palms of your hands had a thin layer of sweat on them as you took the card from him. Your heart was hammering against your chest. This was really about to happen.

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Like clockwork, your dad turned around towards you again just as Bucky leaned away from your body. “Well, I'll see you when I get home later, sweetheart.” He went to hug you again, and you returned the action.

“Bye, dad. Bye, Mr. Barnes, I'll see you around.”

Everyone said their goodbyes to you before you left. You went out of the building and around it to where the cars went down into the parking lot. Once down there, you made sure that no one was around to see you before you scanned the card for the elevator. The journey up to his office gave you the opportunity to take your panties off. You held them in your hand as you almost bounced up and down in fear and excitement for what was in store for you when you reached his floor.

When the elevator reached the office, and the doors opened, you saw that Bucky was waiting for you, his back facing you. He was staring out the big windows that decorated almost his entire office room.

“Did you take your panties off as I told you to do?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He turned around so he could be met with you. His tongue wetting his lips as he beckoned with his finger for you to come over to him, “get over here now.” Not even thinking for another second, you were quick to stand by his side by the window, waiting for further instructions he had to give you.

“Give them to me,” the palm of his hand was held out for you to hand them over to him. With shaking hands, you handed them over, and he opened his suit jacket to put them in the inside pocket so he could keep a hold of them.

“Is someone going to come in?”

“Shh,” his hand came to caress the side of your face—his thumb stroking your cheek. The simple action had you relax a tiny bit. “Don't worry. I locked the door, and besides, I told them not to disturb me. Do you trust me?”

“I do, Bucky. With my life.”

“Well then,” his finger pointed down to the floor, and you knew immediately what he was getting at, “get down on your knees for me.”

In front of the window of all things?! For everyone to see? But frankly, you didn't care. Let them see it all. You would give them all a good show. Besides, they wouldn't be able to know that it's you because the next building over was some distance away. All you cared about was to have his dick in your mouth right now and nothing else.

Like second nature, you quickly sank on your knees where you had spent more than once worshiping his cock, and this wouldn't be the last one either. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire at you being so easily submissive to him. His tongue peeked out from his mouth at you on your knees for him.

His thumb traced your lips as his other hand was palming the bulge in his pants. You granted him access into your mouth as you sucked and swirled your tongue on his digit.

“I can't wait to have your lips wrapped around me, kitten. Do you want me to fuck your mouth?”

You nodded your head and released his thumb from your mouth, “please, Bucky, I want it so bad.”

Your eyes followed his hands, your lips parted, as he undid his belt and pulled down his suit pants along with his underwear. Coming face to face with his dick, ready to be sucked by you. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and looked up at him through your lashes, waiting so that he could give your permission at proceeding, knowing how much he loved it when you waited for him to provide you with a green light.

“Suck it, baby girl.”

You opened your mouth to swirl your tongue around his head before you wrapped your lips around him so you could suck on his mushroom tip, your tongue teasing him. You could see that he was becoming impatient, so you engulfed him halfway through while massaging his balls in your hand. The action had his hand fist in your hair, making a gasp being sounded against him by you, as an exhale of satisfaction escaped him.

He needed more, so with the help of his hand in your hair, he pushed his dick further into your mouth till the tip of him reached the back of your throat, making you gag around him. The vibrations from your mouth had him shiver all over. Your eyes were watering as saliva started coming out the side of your mouth. Looking directly up into his eyes as you took whatever was left of him the best you could and bobbed your head on him, watching as his eyes struggled to stay open to watch how good you were taking him down your throat.

“F-fuck. That's so good, baby. You love sucking my cock don't you, pretty girl, hm? Such a good girl for me, aren't you?”

His dirty talk turned you on, and all you wanted to do was touch yourself at his words. You released him from your hold. Saliva was hanging from your mouth, and his dick was glistening all in it. Your hand jerked him off so you could answer his question, your voice almost like honey as you spoke. The wetness from you made it easy to glide your hand effortlessly on him.

“Yes, Sir.”

A deep groan was sounded from within his chest at the nickname he loved to be called by you. You on your knees so pretty and messy for him had his dick twitch in your grasp.

“Good, baby. Look at you. Such a beautiful mess for me, kitten.”

“Only for you, Sir.”

His head leaned back some as you took him in your mouth again. Your mouth is an expert at taking the whole of him. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Do you want me to cum in your mouth, baby girl?” He asked while slowly thrusting his length in and out of it. All you could do was moan, letting him know that you wanted to taste him.

He picked up his speed and fucked your mouth, making you gag around him each time his tip tickled the back of your throat, and you loved every second of it. His hands came at the side of your face so he could hold you steady as he used your warm and wet hole as he pleased. The sloppy sounds of your mouth, your gags, and moans around him only enticed him even more to reach his end.

His thrusts became uneven, and not a second later, he came deep in your throat. Sounds of pleasure dissolved in the office space as your mouth took all that he had to offer. You swallowed around him, milking him for all that he was worth, as you moaned at his delicious taste. You didn't pull away from him until he had spilled every drop in you.

“Show me your mouth.”

Pulling away from him, you opened it to show him all of the cum. He learned down till his face was inches from you and proceeded to spit in your opening. The action had your desperate clit pulsating.

“Can you swallow all of that for me?”

Closing your mouth, you swallowed all of him, his cum and spit, and opened up once more to show him what a good girl you had been at drinking all that he gave you. His hand was petting your hair as a sign of appreciation for you being so amazing for him.

“Such a dirty girl. Was that good? You love the taste of me, don't you, doll?”

“Mhm, yes,” you responded while licking your lips. Your hand was jerking him off again as you couldn't get enough of the feel of him. Your words and actions had him lean back some.

“You've been such a good girl, and I want to give you a treat. Do you want it?”

His words went directly to your tingling clit, and you needed to push your thighs together to get some form of friction down there.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Get on all fours on the couch, with your ass facing the desk.”

You got up and walked over the few meters to the couch, taking off your skirt and sweater until you were only in your bra, and then got in the position as he had wanted from you. He went over to his desk to have a better view of you—leaning on it as his hands held the edge of it. You supported yourself on your elbows as you pushed your ass up and out, earning a groan from Bucky.

“Like this?”

“Just like that. Now touch yourself for me.”

Pushing two of your fingers inside your mouth to get them wet before your hand went underneath you to circle your aching and needy clit, letting out a sigh of relief at being able to feel something finally. You pushed the two fingers inside of you, letting out a low moan and they stretched and penetrated your tightness, closing your legs some at the feeling. It was nothing like Bucky's fingers or dick, but it would have to do for now. You started to move them in and out of your tight pussy, going at a slow pace, to begin with.

Bucky hadn't said anything yet, so he must be enjoying the show you were putting on for him. He let out a moan just as you turned your head to find him pumping his shaft while watching you intensely as you pleasured yourself. Your teeth captured your bottom lip at the sight of him.

“Fuck, kitten.”

You pulled your fingers out and started circling your clit again, whimpering as you were close to your orgasm. The two of you held eye contact as you watched each other.

“So good, Bucky.”

“You're such a good girl, baby. Showing me how you touch yourself. Is this how you look when you're in your room late at night? Touching yourself like this while thinking of me?”

“Mhm, yes.” His words made your fingers move rapidly into your tightness again, wanting to get to that sweet release you were craving desperately.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum; please can I cum, Sir?” You pleaded, needing to get some form of relief. Tears were teasing to spill out of your eyes if you didn't get your way soon.

“No! Stop!” He didn't want you to cum just yet. Whining at his words but complying anyway, you knew you needed to listen to him, so you brought your fingers out of your hole and into your mouth to suck your juices off. You tried as best as possible to hold eye contact with him as you sucked and swirled your tongue around your digits, moaning at your own taste, as you swayed your ass from side to side for him.

“Fuck me, Sir, please.” He didn't hesitate for one second in getting behind your bent-down form at the speed of lightning. One of his hands caressed and grabbed one of your ass cheeks before it landed on your hip to hold a tight grip on it while the other held his shaft as he teased your fold with the tip of him.

“Please, Bucky, don't tease.”

“I'll give you what you want, doll.”

He slowly pushed himself in your warmth, wanting you to feel all of him. The feeling of fullness almost had you cumming right then and there. He filled you up to the brim, wanting you to feel all that he had to give, and you weren't one bit disappointed. He pulled out till only his tip was inside you before he slowly pushed himself into you again, doing this a few times to get you familiar with the feeling. He just wanted to cum right then and there at the tightness of your walls clenching around his throbbing dick.

“Bucky, please go faster. Fuck me, please,” you whimpered out, wanting him to fuck you completely senseless.

His thrusts were hard and fast as he fucked you into the couch, hips slapping against your backside, making you jolt forwards with each move of him. Your mouth hung open as silent screams came out of it.

“This pussy feels so incredible. Fuck, so tight.”

His hands held your sides while his fingernails dug in your skin, creating dents. He moaned out as he watched his dick disappear into your hole with every move of his hips. Your head was buzzing, and your face was buried deep in the cushions at the intense pleasure Bucky was giving you. “Oh god, please don't stop, babe,” you pleaded of him.

Bucky took a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back, making your back arch. You bit your lip at his rough and dominants actions. The hand in your hair and his abusive thrusts was too much and so intense, but you loved it to the fullest. Tears came out of your eyes as he was taking you so good from behind.

“You like this? Don't you, baby? You like when I fuck your tight and pretty pussy?” Take what belongs to me? Hm? Letting me fuck you like a whore while your dad is just down the hall?”

Your head was foggy from the incredible fucking he was giving you. The lack of answer from you had him unsatisfied, so he smacked your ass cheek hard, making you squeal out at the pain.

“Answer me!”

“Y-yes… I love your cock fucking my tight little pussy. Please don't stop, baby.”

“Such a good whore for me. I'm not gonna stop, kitten, I promise.”

The thought that your dad and everyone else that worked in the building was just out the door, not having a clue as to what was going on in Buckys office, was so intoxicating—not knowing that Bucky was having at it with the boss's daughter.

You turned your head, at the best of your abilities, to look at him. His eyes were shut tight, and his face in pure concentration as he moved his body against yours. He met your gaze, both of you looking at each other as you neared your orgasm. One of your hands grabbed onto his forearm that had a tight grip on your hip. His other went underneath you to play and tease your clit.

“Please, Bucky, I need to cum. I need you to fill me up, please.” The pathetic pleas for him to fill up your pussy was what brought forward his release and made him finish deep inside of you.

His seed filling you up was what brought forth your own release. The way your walls became tighter around him had his hips snap rapidly against you as he gave you all of his cum. Moans and soft whimpers on a loop by the both of you as the pleasure overtook all your senses. Bucky thrust through both of your orgasms, not stopping until you were both satisfied.

Your face was in the cushions as you tried to slow down your breathing. Bucky caressed your sides and peppered kisses all over your lower back. Praises being given to you for being such a good girl to him.

“You're so good to me, beautiful.”

He pulled out of your hole. The two of you hissing out as you both felt overly sensitive. Bucky helped to clean both of you up with a few wipes he kept on his desk. He made sure you were ok before he went over to the windows to grab his underwear and pants, pulling them on where he stood.

You put your skirt and sweater on and fixed yourself up as you sat and watched him get ready. God, he looked so handsome that it had your stomach burst out in butterflies. Now all you wanted was for him to hoist you up on his desk and take you hard against it. But you saw him have a look at his watch, his eyebrows furrowed together.

“The meetings in five.”

He came over to you just as you were getting up. You hissed out as your body felt sore and spent up, but good regardless.

“Are you ok? Did I do too much?”

That was Bucky for you. Always worried that he had gone overboard, but you always reassured him that you had enjoyed yourself.

His hands came to rest at the side of your face, looking you up and down to make sure you were all good. Your own hands went over his ones.

“Hey, I'm alright. Just a little sore, but you know I loved it, and I can handle it, Bucky.”

“I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“I'm all good, babe, I swear.”

You took his face in your hands now as his ones traveled down to the small of your back so he could pull you flush against his body. His face leaned down some so he could capture your lips with his, giving you one of his sweetest kisses. His face moved down to suck and lick at the side of your neck in the most loving way.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he reached into the pocket of his jacket to retrieve your panties, ”I believe these belong to you.” That cocky smile of his decorated his face as the panties dangled from his finger. Right. You had almost forgotten about those. “Thanks.” You took them and slid them up your legs.

“I wish you could stay longer. There are more surfaces in this office I would love to take you against.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you close. You would love nothing more than to stay here and let him have his way with you, but you knew that he needed to attend the meeting because if not, people would come knocking on his door, wondering where he is.

“I know, me too, but you know my dad is going to come knocking on the door and wonder where you are if you don't show up.”

“Yeah, I know. C'mon, I'll walk you out,”

He followed you to the elevator so he could say goodbye to you. A kiss and a hug were shared amongst you before the elevator dinged that it had arrived.

“We can meet later tonight if you want? Natalie is going out; God knows where, so we can stay at my place this time.” He asked you. “Whatever you want, just let me know, ok?” “I would like that, Bucky. I’ll let you know when.”

You stepped inside of it and pressed the button to go down. A smile on both of your faces as you gazed at each other the few seconds you had before the doors slid shut.

“I’ll miss you, doll.”

“I'll miss you more, Sir.”

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sunaswife · 4 years

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A Suna Rintarou series

Summary: Suna was the best boyfriend you could ask for, after fighting with your inner demons that screamed you were ugly, worthless, and annoying. You finally decided to go the next step with your boyfriend, only to find out it was all a game.

A/N: PART 17 AND FULL OF SMUT 😌🥵

Warnings: underaged drinking, smut, guys talking badly about women, heartbreak, messed up shit that you shouldn’t do and a bit of fluff if you squint

Disc nine-slide one: Suna Rintarou 🖤

“You look so pretty underneath me, princess.” Suna said lowly as you gripped your white bedsheets. You bit your lip in anticipation as you waited for your boyfriend to stuff you with his cock. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” He said a little louder and lifted your chin with his free hand so you can look into his eyes. They were a shade darker and you could see the lust and desire in his eyes. “R-rin you already made me cum twice. If you keep at it I-I’ll be too tired to have your d-dick in me.”

He sucked in a breath at your dirty words. It was taking everything in him to not shove his cock into your virgin cunt and use you like his own fleshlight. He can already hear your moans. “I’m prepping you. I need you nice and wet. I don’t want you to feel any pain. Only pleasure.” He said and you nodded slowly. His thumb swirled on your clit and you whimpered. “Please Rin, I’m ready. I know I’m ready. Please let me just feel your cock already.” You pleaded and he let out a deep groan.

“For someone who’s never done this before you sure are everyone’s dream girl. Small, innocent, submissive, and a little bratty.” He smirked and your cheeks tinted. “Do you want me to take off my pants or—“ “Let me do it...please.” You asked with your big glossy eyes.

Who was he to say no to you?

He removed himself from over your body and you quickly sat up. Your necklace was shining in the moonlight. Only a few hours ago he gave it to you after the twins left. It had the English letter R for his first name and he helped you put it on. He noticed the small shiver you let out when his fingers grazed over your collarbones and neck. The look in your eyes said you were horny and with a little bit of a push, you told him you were ready.

But sadly he didn’t have condoms. And you weren’t on birth control.

So he quickly threw on his jacket and scarf. He almost tripped putting on his shoes and he ran to the closest convenience store to purchase some condoms. The college girl working rolled her eyes at Suna’s panting form. His lungs were burning by how cold it was outside and all for a box of condoms. After he paid he didn’t even get his change and he ran back to your house as quick as his long legs could take him.

He quickly unlocked your door with your keys and he entered the warm home. He smiled slightly and fantasized about how in a few years time you both would have a home like this. With your own rugrats running around. Even though he can’t stand them, he’d ring up the twins and ask them to babysit so he can have some alone time with you. When he finished taking off his his shoes and other winter clothes he wore, he practically ran up the stairs and opened the door in your room to see you sitting in the middle of your bed in just your underwear and his Volleyball Jersey.

He quirked up an eyebrow. Since when did you take his jersey? But then he remembered that you came over the week prior and probably took it without him noticing since the team didn’t have any games lately due to the snowy weather. “I-I thought you might like it..” you said quietly as you fiddled with the hem of the shirt.

“I don’t like it.” He deadpanned and you looked away embarrassed.

“I love it.”

He breathed out and your ears barley caught it. When you turned to look up, the door was already slammed shut and his lips were on yours. He first asked for desert and ate you out and regretted not asking you to allow him to do this a while back.

You tasted so sweet.

It was intoxicating.

You tugged his hair and subconsciously pushed his face even closer to your sex as you came. He could still hear the continued prayer of his name dripping off your tongue. He then hovered over you and began kissing your lips once more. He wanted you to taste yourself on his tongue. His sinful words made your thighs clench together but he sneaked his hand in between and began using his fingers to prep you for his dick.

And now here you were, being such a good girl for him. Making you cum twice was worth it because you finally had a taste of this world and the way you acted after, so desperate and touch starved made his dick even harder. You began unbuckling his belt and the buttons of his jeans and he quickly kicked them off his legs.

He heard you gulp as your gaze focused on the large bulge behind his boxers. Your legs clenched together again and he couldn’t stop his stupid smirk. “What? Is my princess so mesmerized by my dick she forgot it’s hers?” He asked and you looked up at him once more.

“Mine? As in...I can do whatever I want, right?” You asked and he gave you the nod of consent. Your slightly shakey hands touched his abs with a small amount of pressure to push his back down against the bed and they lowered to the waistband of his boxers. Without wasting any time you pulled them down and you gasped at the sight of your boyfriends cock.

“How the fuck is that going to fit in me?” You asked and he chuckled. “That’s why I prepped you baby.” He said softly and grabbed your hand. You let him guide you to his hard on that pressed against his stomach and you couldn’t believe this is what you made Rin feel. He sighed and you saw him close his eyes when your hands gripped his cock as you moved your hand up and down. Your thumb grazed over his pink slit on the tip and he hissed. His eyes didn’t open as he was enjoying this hand job. You carefully moved back a bit and bent down to the eye level of his shaft.

You wanted to repay him for how he made you feel earlier so you kitten licked his tip and he gasped and immediately gripped your hair. “Princess..are you seriously going to give me a blowjob? The hand job is enough.” He said and looked down. You did look hot with your ass in the air, his fingers tangled in your locks with your glossy eyes looking up. Instead of answering, you gave him a small smirk and opened your mouth to take him all in while maintaining eye contact and he wanted to cum then and there.

“Fuck—princess. You’re gonna be the death of me.” He said and you giggled on his dick, sending vibrations. You obviously weren’t perfect since it was your first time and he used his hand to guide you up and down and your ears perked up when he came closer and closer to his high. He let out a loud groan as he came in your mouth. You cleaned him good so he wouldn’t dirty his Jersey with warm cum.

“You’re such a good girl. You know that right?” He said as his chest heaved up and down. “Only for you.” You smiled sweetly and kissed the side of his jaw, your lips moved to his neck and you felt him harden again in your hand when you gave him a love bite. “Can you go inside me already? I think I waited long enough. I’m dripping everywhere.” You said in his ear and before you knew it, you were pinned down. His fingers laced with yours as he slowly entered his dick into your dripping cunt.

“Princess, you’re so tight.” He sighed and looked up to see you in tears. “Baby whats the matter?” He said worried and he stopped “D-don’t stop. I’m just really excited and nervous so I’m crying. Keep going, please.” You begged and he nodded and continued the slow torture. You lifted your legs and you wrapped them around Rin’s lower waist and you used your feet to pull Rin closer. You thought he was already all the way in because of how full you felt but you didn’t and you practically shoved him inside your virgin hole and there was a sting of when he ripped your hymen.

You both gasped as you held on to his biceps and he gripped the sheets beneath you. He was finally all the way in. He asked if you were alright and you nodded and quietly asked for him to start moving. He gave you a soft kiss over your tear and he rolled his hips slowly so you could get a feel.

Your sounds of tiny gasps, moans and squeaks encouraged him to quicken his pace. You were a moaning mess below him and he was in awe. His Jersey was long gone as well as the shirt he was wearing. The golden R rested between your beautiful breasts and he was on cloud 9. How can someone look so innocent yet so dirty at the same time? His head lowered and he whispered praises in your ear of how well you were taking him and how proud he was if you. He kept repeating how beautiful you looked. He kissed the side of your neck and licked your collarbone. His teeth bit the chain and he lightly tugged causing you to open your eyes to meet his predatory gaze.

“Fuck princess you’re so fucking gorgeous.” He whispered as he drank up your messy appearance. He felt himself get close so his thumb immediately went to your clit. Your voiced raised a good two octaves as you repeated his name over and over. You were being too loud to his liking so he removed his thumb and you pouted and gave him a glare. He stopped moving and pulled out. He snorted at your face. “Don’t look at me like that, pet. Just give me a sec.” He said and you almost choked.

Pet?!

He gave you another sexy smirk and moved your left leg over his shoulder. Your pussy clenched over nothing and he was so amused. His tip played with your entrance and before you could whine he pushed all the way in again causing him to literally take your breath away.

He saw the way your mouth opened and nothing came out.

He found your g spot.

He continued to reach that spot over and over again causing your legs to shake and without any warning you clenched around his length and you both simultaneously came at the same time.

You held on to his back, you definitely left scratch marks and bruises on his biceps. You both took a moment to catch your breaths and after a good two minutes he slowly pulled away and immediately fell beside you. He rested his head on your bare chest since it was second nature and you both pillow talked and he asked how your first experience felt. You answered honestly about how much you loved it and not long after you both fell asleep.

Leaving the unopened box of condoms forgotten under your bed.

Previously

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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63. sometimes I steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery, but today you’ve caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure the “[person] is [attractive] enough to warrant flower theft” and I’m trying to figure out how to break it to you that we’re on our way to a graveyard

Danbrey, sfw, please!

Here you go!

It’s the rabbit that draws her eye; it’s not everyday a bunny the size of a Beagle stops outside the window of Amnesty House. She follows the leash from the harness to the hand holding it, and spots a much bigger issue.

“Miss?” She steps onto the porch, “could you not take my flowers.”

“Yeeeeep!” The other woman drops the pocket knife she’s using to saw off the stems of tulips and irises, scrambling to her feet and tearing her fishnets in the process, “shit, um, I’m sorry, didn’t think you’d notice, I’ve done it before and you never, um, nevermind.” She pulls the rabbit back from the fence, “anyway, I really needed this, they’re really pretty and I think she’d like them-”

“Ohhhhh, I get it” Dani crosses her arms, “in that case, I’ll come with you. I want to see the person who’s cute enough to warrant multiple flower thefts.”

“Um, or! You could not do that and I could promise to never do this again?”

“Nope, my mind’s made up.” She slips on her Birkenstocks and heads down the front stairs. Jake and Moira are both home, so she’s not too worried about locking up.

“Fine. Let me just-” The woman scoops the rabbit up and sprints away. Dani could just let her go, but those were her heirloom irises, damn it, and she wants to make sure the person who gets them knows just how valuable they are. So off she goes, soles slapping the pavement as they head towards the lakeside.

She won’t be surprised if the recipient is hot; god knows the thief is. The freckles and red-streaked hair is just the icing on the combat-boot, denim-vested femme cake.

Growing up in this neighborhood means she never loses sight of her target, even when she’s cutting through alleys and taking sharp turns. Then the woman goes straight through a wall of junipers and Dani is not interested in getting that scratched up by plants today. This is one of the borders of the park, so all she needs to do is find the front entrance to relocate her very distinct thief.

Ten minutes of hunting later, she spots a red and black pompadour on the other side of a low, stone wall. She’s cross-legged on the grass, which the rabbit is happily munching by her side.

“Okay, seriously, does the person you’re seeing know those...are...aw fuck.”

The other woman turns from the gravestone she’s sitting by to look at her, “Yeah. This is kinda why I didn’t want you to come with me. I mean, it was a hella weird thing to do anyway, but” she sweeps her arm at the cemetery, “this is super not a date.”

“I’m so sorry.” Dani sits on the opposite side of the rabbit, “That never even occurred to me. I…” she sneaks a glance at the dates; the death was only three years ago, “I’m sorry for your loss, too.”

Silence settles between them; she feels like she should say something else, that it’d be rude to just shrug and walk away, but she has no clue what words are even appropriate here. The rabbit stretches its neck, bonking it’s nose into her hand. She pets it, smiling when it nestles closer.

“Mom really liked bulbs.” The thief says softly, “when I was little we’d always go for walks in the spring just so we could see the first ones popping out of the ground. She liked ones that were unique, so when I saw the orange and black ones in your garden all I could think was how happy they’d make her. How she woulda stopped to look at them whenever she walked past. I know it’s silly but I, um, this felt like the closest I could get to giving her that.”

The breeze carries dried iris petals from the headstone into the park beyond the wall.

“You could have just asked. There’s no way I would have said no if you told me what they were for.”

“It felt too weird. Everything feels weird these days.” She sighs, reaching out to rub dust from the stone, “I thought I was ready to come back, but it’s like the whole town is haunted.”

The fresh flowers wobble, then land on the grass. Dani grabs them and puts them back, the rabbit honking indignantly when she does.

“At least Dr. Harris Bonkers is having a nice time.” The other woman rubs the rabbit’s ears, “isn’t that right, buddy?”

“What’s he a doctor of?”

A small, beautiful smile, “Psychology. He worked hard for his PhD.”

“I bet.” She gives the doctor a final rub on the nose, “I’ll, uh, I should give you two some time alone.” Dani stands, brown eyes watching her the whole time.

“Thanks for the flowers.”

She smiles, “You’re welcome.”

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Moira’s expecting a package, so Dani doesn’t even look up when the older woman answers the front door.

“Um, hi. I, um, I was hoping to get some flowers? The blonde who lives here said I should ask this time. I’m Aubrey? Wait, I don’t think I told her that.”

“Which blonde?”

“The cute one?”

“....I meant the boy or the girl.” Moira replies, amused, just as Dani reaches the door.

Aubrey waves, “Hi again. Could I take a few Irises?”

“Sure. Oh, wait, let me get you the pruning shears; the knife isn’t great for cuttings.”

“Dani! Could I get a hand really quick?” From the accompanying clanks, Barclay needs said hand urgently.

“Coming! Here, you can just leave them on the steps when you’re done.”

One hour and a narrowly avoided soup disaster later, she’s herding the others to the table when there’s another knock on the door.

“I, um, I stuck these in my bag without thinking.” Aubrey holds out the shears. In the porchlight, her eyes are red-rimmed and there’s a slight smear in the black lipstick on her upper lip.

“It happens. Jake, my roommate, once went a whole day with six boxes of poptarts in his bag because he got distracted while unloading groceries. Uh, if you’re not busy we’re just about to have dinner. Seems only polite to invite my biggest admirer.”

Aubrey raises her eyebrows.

“My, uh, the biggest admirer of my gardening?” Her cheeks are hot, but her flustered tone seems to relax Aubrey.

“Sure. I just have to make sure I get home in time to feed Dr. Harris Bonkers.” She grins and steps into the house.

It’s common for Amnesty residents to bring home friends (or strangers), so when Barclay spots Aubrey he simply ducks back into the kitchen for an extra set of cutlery and a bonus bowl. As always happens when Barclay cooks, everyone is too busy stuffing their faces for the first ten minutes of dinner to say much.

“So, Aubrey” Mama sips her tea, “what brings you to town?”

“I grew up here but, um, I left a few years ago to try and kickstart my career.”

“What do you do?”

Literal sparks fly from her guest’s fingertips as she wiggles them, “magic.”

“Whoah, sweet!” Jake leans forward, “do you do stunts?”

“Nah” Aubrey’s smile is brightening under the excitement, “I do sleight of hand, card tricks, that kind of thing. I like the classics. Lots of other people do too, but I hit a spell where no one was interested in booking me, so I came back here to regroup.”

“Smart thinkin’. Pretty much everyone here knows that tryin to make ends meet on the road can lead to serious trouble.”

“Or grand theft auto.” Dani smirks at Barclay.

“That was an accident!”

“Wait, what?” Aubrey laughs, the room feeling ten times brighter when she does, “how does that even happen?”

Barclay recounts the story, blushing all the while, then points out that at least he never got stuck halfway up an off-limits slope because he was daydreaming, and to which Jake responds that that’s not even in his top ten wipeouts, dude.

Aubrey hangs around, helping Dani with the dishes while they chat about childhood pets (Dani had a frog that required her to drop food on his head in order for him to notice it). When she finally re-laces her boots, her new friend is smiling constantly and Dani never wants to look at anything else.

“Hey, uh, tonight was really fun. Do you want to come by on Friday? I’m, uh, I’m cooking, so it won’t be as good as what Barclay made, but I’d love for you to try my breakfast salad. Oh, and my muffin. Muffins.”

“I’d love to. And don’t sell yourself short, flowergirl” Aubrey winks, shooting finger guns her way, “I bet your dinner is gonna rule.”

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“What do you think? Too much?” Aubrey turns from the mirror. Dr. Harris Bonkers wiggles his nose.

“You’re right, the heels are too much. Gotta leave some plausible deniability. And be able to run away if this goes bad.” She tosses the black heels back into the closet and squeezes into the tiny bathroom to start on her make-up. It has to be perfect, or as perfect as she can get it in the mirror that’s inexplicably high up on the wall.

Yeesh, is getting ready to impress a cute girl really the thing making her consider moving back in with dad? It would be easier to find the right clothes if she had a space to hang them up in, instead of stacked boxes to dig through. But walking the streets where mom used to hold her hand, eating at the places they’d go for breakfast, all those vortexes of memories are hard enough to free herself from on their own. Sitting in the chair she used to, expecting to see her at the table or in the yard, those things would be too much.

It’s been easier since she found Amnesty. Since she found Dani. It’s hard to be stuck in the shadows of the past when there’s a beautiful ray of sunshine sitting next to you. She has dinner there most days now, practices her new routine while Dani updates the inventory for her online plant store.

Relatedly, Aubrey now has several rabbit-safe houseplants that Dani always offers to come check on. Aubrey’s actually pretty good with plants, but she’s not about to miss out on an evening sandwiched next to Dani on her futon and the ghost of jasmine perfume winding around her when she sleeps.

Amnesty is lit only by the string lights on the porch and the glow from the kitchen when Aubrey bounds up the stairs.

“Dani?”

“Oh, hey, you’re early.” Dani leans in the doorway of the kitchen and Aubrey’s brain sounds like a cartoon, nothing but “boiiings” and “wowzas” for a good ten seconds.

Dani’s hair is out of it’s usual messy bun, and instead of her overalls or patched jeans, she’s in a short, heather green tank-top dress. Getting on her knees to kiss the vine tattoos weaving up her legs would be too forward, but boy does she want to.

“Took an earlier bus just to be safe. Man, it’s so weird to be here when it’s this quiet.”

“No kidding; I can’t remember the last time I was the only one here.” Dani shoos her through the kitchen and out into the back garden. The little white table usually piled with tools is cleared of everything but a green tablecloth and two wine glasses. That’s another point in the “yes, this is a date” category. The first was that Dani was careful to emphasize that everyone would be gone for the night for camping, work, or ill-advised urban skate stunts.

“Sit your cute butt down, I’ll be right back with dinner.”

That’s the first butt-based compliment she’s gotten, so score one for this red skirt. When Dani comes back, Aubrey can’t help but bounce in her seat; her crush is carrying a board covered in fruit and bread, and she absolutely sees a fondue pot on the counter inside.

“Since Cheesy Heat closed, I thought I could recreate it for us. Kinda. Barclay said he thinks they used a super fancy cheese that’s hard to get here.”

“That’s probably why they went out of business. Dang, why so many fondue pots?”

“Barclay keeps getting them for Christmas.” She sets the chocolate one down next to the cheese, and when she tugs on her dress before sitting down Aubrey’s mouth waters from more than just the meal.

The stars come out as they take turns making a mess of the table cloth, but the longer she sits here, happier than she’s been in years, the more Aubrey knows she can’t put the question off.

“Why the fancy dinner tonight?”

Dani dabs her mouth with her napkin, “I, uh, I, Cheesy Heat was my go-to, uh” her voice drops to a whisper, “date place.”

“Ohthankgod.” Aubrey flops back in her chair, “this is a date.”

“Did you think it wasn’t?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t wanna, like, assume.”

“Fireblossom” Dani stands, making a little half circle to reach her, “the first time we met you were stealing from me assuming I wouldn’t notice.”

“To be fair, getting caught in petty theft is less terrifying than making an ass out of yourself in front of a hot girl.” She grins as Dani straddles her lap.

“...okay you’re right, I’d hate to embarrass myself in front of you. Again.”

“A girl who can run me down in sandals is pretty hot.”

“Pfft” Dani giggles, hides her face in Aubrey’s shoulder, “not as hot as a girl who can sprint while carrying a twelve pound rabbit.”

“Seventeen.” Aubrey kisses her cheek, whispers teasingly, “you shoulda told me this was a date, I could’ve brought flowers.”

“You can bring me some next time.” Dani sits up, smiling at her.

“Sweet, I know somewhere I can get them for free.” She bounces her eyebrows, making the vision of perfection in her lap laugh.

“Nope, this time it’ll cost you.”

“How much?”

Dani cups her cheeks and dives down for a kiss, Aubrey clinging to her dress and sighing as she slips her tongue between her lips.

“Few of those” Dani murmurs, brushing their noses together.

“I’m happy to pay them.”

#meet ugly #danbrey #aubrey little/dani #taz amnesty

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grantiskeith · 3 years

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Baby Wolf Cub (Davidxreader) Part 1

I have never written anything in my 9 years on this hellsite but redactedasmr has really inspired me. Let me know what you guys think so I can maybe do more. There is a part 2.

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I arrived at an empty warehouse and did a sweep of the outside and the roof. I cleared it and made my entrance through the air duct. The first interior room was an attic office it was silent. I watched it from the air vent, scanning for cameras, people, or otherwise. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw papers in the corner shuffled and a puppy moved to the center of the room to lay in a ball.

The tip about “barking” made more sense now. I opened the air vent and the noise from the scraping rust and banging metal made the little dog jump up and start barking. I am still in shock that such a tiny puppy made such a massive bark. You could hear him from down the block he was so loud. Growling and barking, he was not happy to be anywhere near me. I backed him into a corner and picked him up. He was shaking terribly but he seemed less angry. I pet him for a few minutes and then I nearly dropped him when he shifted into a naked little chubby baby. Holy shit, that supernatural bark made a lot more sense now. I was holding the baby with both arms, and I wasn't sure how to hold it in one arm so I could call someone for help. I also couldn't check the rest of the building safely and I couldn't take the baby back up the air duct. I decided to put it on the floor on its back. It was alone before, so I decided to just leave it in the room so I could make sure the building was empty or possibly find the mom and dad. When I got back to the room it was back into a dog. Fine by me, I feel less stressed carrying a dog, or I should say wolf, as opposed to a baby. I scooped him up and it became a baby again. Whatever at least I can walk out the door now.

I laid it down on the front seat of the car. 11:30pm. That's not too late to call him. It had been two weeks since I walked out. He kept threatening me and I was sick of it. I wasn't scared of him, but I had pride. I demanded to be treated with respect. My independence, his alpha pride. I walked away. I could have called other members of the pack, but how would that look. I hit his contact and waited. "Angel?" His voice sounded sleepy. That named stabbed my heart. "Hey hun sorry to wake you." "About time! Where have you been?" "I have a very important question. I'm on a case" He paused, there was a silence. I was on the street again, putting my life in danger again, doing a job he desperately wanted me to quit. "What is it?" He asked "Do you know of any werewolves around Chicago?" "Why?” "I am currently holding a baby that keeps shifting, it was abandoned in a warehouse" I thought I understood what a loving family looked like but after watching his pack for a while. I saw how serious packs took looking after little ones. "What? is it ok?" "It looks fine, maybe a little tired and scared. Do you have any leads I can look up?" His voice was no longer tired and instead very serious "Hang on, I'll call you back" I took the pup back into the warehouse with me, looking for clues. I turned the lights on this time, making it significantly easier to see, but made me seen to any hidden eyes. Concrete floor, walls lined with shelves, vaulted metal ceilings. I found what I was looking for. A shirt on the ground balled up in the corner, it had a blood stain. Bingo. The baby I was balancing on my hip rested his head on my shoulder and had fallen asleep. His precious face was all scrunched up and drool was pooling up on his lip. David rang. 12:01am "Hey! Whatcha got for me?" I was forcing energy to avoid sounding so tired "I got hold of Gerardo, he's the alpha in a pack not far from you. He can't come to help you, but he told me he doesn't know about any missing cubs" "Interesting" "He's lying" "Oh?" "For a pack to abandon a pup is a serious matter. If it's from his pack, there's no way he would take it back" "Well I still have a baby in my hand, someone needs to take it" "You should take it to the department" "What will they do with it?" He paused "Nothing good, governments never handle these matters gently" "Ok thanks, I'm just going to hang on to him for little while and see what I can find out. There is a CPS near by, it's probably related. Hey, I'm sorry I woke you up but thanks for all your help" He was silent again for a minute. "Angel, when are you coming back?" He would never actually admit to missing me, the stubborn bastard. "I miss you." I took a breath, "but I'm not ready to come back if I can't be a detective" "Detective? Angel, you aren't a detective. You're a criminal running around playing fake cop, throwing yourself across buildings. You're going to get shot or worse" He fell back into the same arguments from our last fight. "David! David" I tried to get him to shut up. "I need to go" click. I hung up. I kept the baby against my chest while I drove back to the hotel where I was staying. That night I slept in my bed with the baby next to me. As soon as he fell asleep, he shifted back into a wolf cub. I got back late at night. I opened the door of our apartment quietly and slipped in. I dropped my bag on the floor and sat back on the couch. I laid the baby on my chest and closed my eyes. "Angel?" I left my eyes closed but I felt David put both hands on my shoulders and kissed the top of my head. He leaned over to one ear and whispered, "Don't ever leave like that again" I sat up. "He's such a sweet and well-behaved baby," I said. Ignoring his previous comment to avoid an argument I was too tired for. "Let me take him," he said, I handed him the baby but once David had him, he turned into a sleeping puppy. "He can feel my aura. That's why he's a baby when you hold him" "Oh my god, that's so cute." "He's very young to be shifting and he's big too." He looked at

the sleeping puppy in his arms, "you're going to be an alpha aren't you?" I closed my eyes again, doing a bad job fighting off sleep, "Did you hear anything about a missing kid from any other packs" "I put out a word out, we'll have to wait to find out, we should..." He was interrupted by a massive thunder crack. The pup jumped out of David's arms and started barking and shaking and growling. David took a step back and shifted into a wolf. I've seen him do it before but in the small confines of the living room, he seemed to be as big as our couch. All he had to do was look at the puppy and the baby silenced and sat at attention. David laid down and the puppy curled up next to him. I went to make a cup of tea. "A few years ago, I stopped a robbery. It was a 15-year-old girl with a gun demanding pain killers from Walgreens. I escorted her out of the store, and I took her gun. She hadn't done anything violent so I didn't call the police. I walked with her to her home, and I gave her a bottle of Advil." I looked over to the wolves on the floor to make sure he was listening. David's ears were up but he wasn't looking at me. "I left her until later that night I spied through her window where I saw her taking care of an old man. She later told me that her grandfather was sick but they couldn't afford any help. If I had called the police on her that night, no one would have known about him, and he would have died" I sat down on the couch in front of them. Rain was pouring down against the windows. "I did something special and meaningful walking her home that day. I am proud to be the detective that I am and I wouldn't trade that for anything" David and I were going to have another fight about my career. The little wolf was snoring against David's fur, my shoulders relaxed against the soft couch, the rain came down on the window like a waterfall. There was the taste of lavender tea on my tongue. I kicked off my shoes to feel the cold hardwood floor against my toes.

#redacted asmr #redacted David #redacted asmr david #redacted David x reader

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pemfrost · 3 years

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AHHH I love everything you been writing for Spideydevil and Spiderfist but please no more agnst my heart just can't take it!!! I really loved broken with spideydevil it was so cute! But the angst I just can't why is everyone writing spideydevil angst I just want to see them happy! So if your not busy and want to do it can you do a spideydevil anything with them. Fuff prompt 17.

♡♡♡ Thank you!

Glad you like my drabbles :D Heh, sorry about the angst. It's my default setting lol. I think I found the prompt list you meant, but either way it's fluffy ♡

There were few times in Peter's life which left him truly speechless; so few, in fact, he could easily count them on one hand and still have a finger left over to salute the villain of the week. However, this was not one of those times.

"No! Absolutely not!" Peter stood in the doorway, blocking his friends from entering with his body, while waving his arms over his head in an attempt to emphasize the words. It didn't help, because, of course, his friends were quite immune to his theatrics at this point. He glanced to where Matt stood to his right, being far too quiet. "Well? Tell them."

Matt only sighed and pushed their apartment door open further as an invitation before taking a seat on the couch. He didn't so much as flinch at the glare Peter was boring into the back of his head, though Peter knew he was aware of it. Apparently, Matt was also immune to his theatrics, which normally would have Peter over the moon at the reminder of all the years they've spent together. Right now, that familiarity only served to sour Peter's mood. How dare anyone ignore him!

Misty wasted no time shouldering her way past Peter first, and was quickly followed by Danny, Jess, and Luke, who carried a box covered with a blue towel. Were they that codependent, they all had to come? Peter bit back the retort, opting to slam the door and stalk to stand behind Matt with crossed arms.

He pointedly ignored the box in Luke's lap.

Peter glared. Jess glared back. And Matt leaned towards the box.

Because, their friends were assholes, and Misty, Jess, and Danny took the chair and loveseat- leaving Luke and the damn box the couch. It was calculated, of that Peter was sure.

Jess kicked her feet onto the coffee table casually, like this was just another hangout and she was waiting for Peter or Matt to retrieve a board game or throw a movie on. Except, this was anything but a casual social call and she was focused on Matt- her eyes refusing to meet Peter's.

It was a lost cause, Peter was well aware of it; it was over the moment Matt showed any interest. How could he say no to Matt?

"No." Okay, it was easy to say. While standing behind Matt. "There is no way we-"

Matt turned to look up at Peter, something he only did when he wanted to use his face as a weapon, because how could anyone say no to /that/ face. The day Matt learned Peter was weak when his bottom lip jutted out ever so slightly tipped arguments to his favor by an unfair ratio.

Peter couldn't say no to Matt. So, he looked across the room, when he found no one willing to meet his indignant glare he threw his arms up again, this time in defeat. It didn't mean he was going to give any of them the pleasure of saying yes.

Misty snorted, breaking the tension. "I thought Matt would be the one putting up a fight."

Matt shrugged, too enthralled by the contents of the box to respond. When he reached into the box, there was a sudden flurry of movement and a distinct, but tiny, meow.

Luke's grip tightened on the box, pulling it ever so slightly closer to his chest. "Maybe we could-" He was cut off by a look from his wife.

Okay, that just wasn't fair. And Peter was about to say just that when Matt gently pulled two kittens from the box and shoved one towards him. And THAT wasn't fair.

Taking the offered kitten was as good as saying yes, but Peter took it anyway, because Matt’s damn lip jutted out and the kitten looked at him and mewed. Not fair. But, he held the tiny thing against his chest and rubbed tiny circles along soft fur.

"So," Jess said as she stood, "there are five of them. The vet said they're about four weeks old and-"

Peter tuned her out as she rattled off information about feeding and meds, too entranced by the tiny kitten in his arms. Matt was in a similar state, but nodded along with what Jess said even if he wasn't actually listening.

Maybe it wouldn't be terrible fostering a litter of kittens.

"Thanks, guys," Danny spoke up, remaining seated despite Misty standing to join Jess.

Misty fixed him with a tired stare, "Hopefully my wonderful husband won't bring home any strays for a while. I'm just glad Lucy was sleeping, could you imagine having to take them away from her?"

Luke, suddenly looking very sheepish, pushed the box off his lap an onto the couch between him and Matt. "Yea…"

Matt returned his kitten to its siblings and reached in to pet the others. "I don't mind, it's only for a few weeks anyway."

"If we can find them homes," Peter reminded him.

Jess rolled her eyes. "We're going to probably take one. Someone," she glared between Danny and Luke, "thought I would be swayed to foster them if Danielle asked me. I had to bribe her with the promise of a kitten once they were ready to be away from their siblings."

"Sorry," Both Danny and Luke said at the same time.

Peter would ask them the details later, but for now he resigned himself to several weeks of kittens invading his life. Thankfully, new, younger, heroes were starting to alleviate their burden, which let their friends have the time and stability to have children. Get married. Foster a litter of kittens when their friends with children were too busy to do so.

Peter looked down at Matt, watched him play with the two kittens who were awake. This would be a big step for them, bigger, perhaps, than moving in together had been. They'd never had a pet. Or talked about it. Because the future was an uncertainty, something to ignore until you got to it, because life was unfair and cruel, and they both were all too familiar with loss.

Yet... watching Matt light up, smiling without a care, relaxed- It all hit Peter at once. There was no reason to fear the future, to not want to plan. No reason to ignore what his heart kept telling him he wanted. Needed.

Silly, how a pile of tiny kittens could put the world in perspective.

Later, once their friends left, and the kittens were locked safely in the bathroom, they went out to buy supplies. Jess brought the basics she picked up at the vet, but they still needed litter and more food- and toys. And a kennel for when they weren't home.

They walked down a row of shops on their way home, loaded with bags full of kitten supplies. Shops they walked past a million times before. This time, however, Peter's eyes lingered on the window display of a jewelry store, for once letting himself think of the future.

Thank you for reading!

#spiderdevil #spideydevil #pem writes #ask request

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bunnyywritings · 4 years

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friday shenanigans

Kozume Kenma x bestfriend!reader

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 - 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

[a/n: soooo I’m gonna start another series, this time with my baby boy Kenma🥺 I love him so much, here’s part 1, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ]

“Kenmaaaa! I really want a frog, I think I’m actually gonna do it this time.” You ungracefully fell back and laid on his lap as you watched yet another tik tok video with an insanely cute frog.

“Sure you are (y/n).” Kenma sighed as he fondly shook his head, moving his arms a bit so you could lay down comfortably as he played his game.

The reason he didn’t believe you was because every Friday that you had gone and slept over at his house, you always said that you were going to get a pet frog and you never did. So you saying it this time, didn’t change anything.

“Plus, I think Worm would eat it the day you got it.” He motioned to your cat that was resting on the windowsill.

“Hmm...you may be right.” You muttered as you continued to scroll through tiktok, laughing at stupid videos and lifting your phone so Kenma could see them too.

Tiktok had definitely ruined your sense of humor. For the both of you.

This time, you guys were having the sleepover at your house since your folks were out of town for the weekend and you had to take care of your cat. The up-side to having someone who plays the same amount of video games as him, you had the same consoles and games that Kenma did so it didn’t matter who’s house you were at.

“I thought you were gonna play this with me?” Kenma huffed. You had finally gotten My Hero: One Justice and he really wanted to play a 1v1 match against you.

“After we go get food with Kuroo, I have like zero energy right know.“ You had moved your arms so dramatically that you accidentally threw yourself off of the couch and onto the wood flooring. You had landed on your side with a groan.

“You’re so stupid.” Kenma laughed softly as he nudged your stomach with his foot to push you onto your back.

“Don’t laugh at my pain!” You exaggeratedly rested the back of your hand against your forehead. Just then, the doorbell rang before the door swung open.

“Your lord and savior is here!” Kuroo held his arms out as he cackled. The sound of Worm running caught your attention.

“AHH Kuroo, shut the door! Worm is gonna get out!” The door slammed shut, followed by a peeved meow.

“I swear, it’s like he was a dog in his past life or something...” You sat up and watched as Kuroo tossed his bag haphazardly and bent down to pick up the cat and petting him behind the ears.

“You’re telling me. You would be the one to have a broken cat.”

“He’s not broken!” You gasped in mock offense, “He just...has his days.”

“So, what are we eating?”

Kenma paused the game and all three of you exchanged glances. There was silence for a good three minutes before Kenma spoke up.

“Mc...Donalads...” He suggested carefully.

“Hmm yeah, I’m down.” You nodded in agreement.

“Same here.” Kuroo grinned while twirling his keys around his fingers. Kenma moved to put on his shoes, you stood up and looked down at yourself. You had your spandex shorts on from practice and a nekoma hoodie.

“Should I change?” Both boys paused and looked at me for a second.

“Eww! Have you not showered yet?” Kuroo stuck his tongue out.

“Wha-I took a shower right after practice!” You defended with a pout, “Who do you think I am, you gremlin?”

Kenma snickered quietly. “You look good (y/n), don’t worry.” His words making you blush.

“Thank you Kozu, at least one of you is helpful.” You glared, Kuroo just shrugging with a mischievous wink.

Not bothering to put on actual shoes, you slipped on your red crocs, one had a volleyball charm on it and the other one had a ‘5′ charm on it because, coincidentally, you and Kenma had the same number jersey.

“Again with the crocs!” Kuroo groaned.

“Get ready to catch these hand Tetsu, you literally have a pair too. We all bought them at the same time.” You rolled your eyes, pulling your socks back up so the hem rested against your shins.

You and Kenma walked over to the door before you paused and stared at Worm, he stared back at you with the same intensity. “Should I leave him here? Or take him with us?” You wondered aloud.

“Take him.” Kuroo immediately nodded. “It’s hysterical seeing people’s reaction to a cat on a leash.” That’s all the convincing you needed. You grabbed the leash and Worm ran towards you, meowing excitedly.

“Maybe you are broken...”You muttered as you slipped him into his harness and attached the leash and off you guys went

It was always the same seating arrangement, Kuroo driving, Kenma in shotgun, and you in the back.

Music blasting and windows down, both you and Kuroo were just belting the lyrics shamelessly while Kenma just bobbed his head and mouthed the words. Vibing while playing on his switch. He would pause and watch as you smiled and laughed as you just sang your little heart out, blush on his cheeks at how adorable you were.

He always enjoyed that he was the only one who had the privilege of seeing you in sweats and hoodies, in big t-shirts, hair all over the place, bare faced and slouched against the couch at 3am while you guys played video games or binge watched an anime again. He thought you were beautiful all the time. Sweaty and red-faced during a game or hair and makeup done while you dressed in streetwear.

Kuroo knew. Of course he knew. Kenma never really told him but he didn’t need to. He could just tell, Kenma wasn’t obvious with his feelings but Kuroo had known the both of you long enough to eventually figure out that the two of you were pining for each other. It made him happy to see the way you two looked at each other when you thought no one was looking. He made it his mission to get you two to finally get together before the school year ends. He wants to see the both of you happy before he goes of to college.

He pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store. As the three of you walked to the entrance, the glances at your cat on a leash was priceless.

“So what’s the game plan?” You asked as you picked up Worm and he jumped onto you shoulder, perching there while nuzzling against your neck.

“I’ll get the drinks, you get the chips and stuff, and Kenma will get the candy.” Kuroo instructed and we all separated.

“Oh! Kozu! Get the-”

“I know, the matcha caramels. I got it.”

You bit your lip, heart swelling a little bit as you turned around and went to the snack aisle.

“Alright Worm, what snack are we feeling tonight?” You asked absentmindedly as he just purred in response.

“You’re right. We definitely need the taiyaki biscuits. Now the question in, chocolate or green tea?” You thought for a bit before Worm meowed this time. “What an intellectual, I’ll just get two of each. Thanks bud.” After piling your arms with snacks, you made your way to find Kuroo and Kenma.

“So uh when are you gonna, you know, stop being a simp and just tell (y/n) you like her?”

“I’m not a simp, Kuroo.” Kenma grumbled as he placed the candy he got in the cart.

“So you literally looking at her with puppy dog eyes is all my imagination?” Kenma just shrugged and before he could respond, Worm was making his way towards them while dragging the leash behind them but you were no where to be seen.

“Where’s (y/n)?” Kuroo wondered as Kenma bent down and picked up the cat.

“Goddamnit Worm! Where are you?” Was heard in what sounded like the next aisle.

“(Y/n)?”

“God?” Kenma slapped his forehead and sighed as he held back a laugh.

“Yes and I have a message for you! You are banned from heaven for wearing those god forsaken crocs!”

“Kuroo shut up! I’m trying to look for Worm!” At your shouts, Worm meowed lordly.

“Is he there with you?”

“Yeah, he’s right here.” Kenma called in response as you finally made your way to them. You carefully tossed the snacks into the cart.

“You little prick, I trusted you.” You booped Worm’s nose while glaring at him.

You guys paid and made your way back to the car and heading to the McDonald’s, you and Kenma telling Kuroo your orders so you guys wouldn’t have to order.

While you guys waited, you and Kuroo made some tiktoks. You guys both had a pretty big following on the app, the three of you were always making an appearance together on both accounts. Kenma participated in some of them, some he was just in the background. People LOVED him, you’d never admit it but some of the comments that asked about his socials or said that they were gonna ‘simp’ over him made you jealous. They shouldn’t have, since you two weren’t together but they did. He’d seen the comments but never mentioned them. They didn’t really matter to him though. After getting your orders and keeping Worm out of the bags, you guys finally got back to your house.

You three claimed your spots in the living room and Kenma popped in the My Hero game. Kuroo watched as the two of you had a 1v1. He wasn’t really interested in games that much, he just loved to watch and wait till one of you just rage quit. It didn’t happen often but when it did, it was a gem to see. After like 10 rounds, you quit after Kenma beat you 7-3.

“Kozu! I didn’t even get to finish that combo.” His eyes widened as you turned to look at him. You had been sitting on the ground and now you were looking up at him with a pout. His mind raced as he turned away to hide his blush.

“It’s not my fault you suck...”

“You wound me, Kozu! You wound me!”

“Can we try out this dance, (y/n)? It looks easy.”

“Uhhh sure.”

You guys mirrored his phone to the tv and watched the dance.

“What the hell? This isn’t easy at all!” Kenma couldn’t help but watch yours and Kuroo’s uncoordinated movements in an attempt to copy the person on screen. The two of you were usually pretty good at the dances, it was just a long process that he loved to watch.

His eyes widened when your hips swayed so fluidly, the motion was smooth and effortless. He buried his face in Worm’s soft fur, letting out a tiny groan.

Why were you doing this to him?

#kenma kozume x reader #kenma x reader #haikyuu x reader #cheater cheater pumpkin eater

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bitterepiphany · 3 years

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pawprints

Archive Of Our Own

warnings: none

summary: annie decides she wants to buy a cat

**reposting this on here since i moved it’s place on ao3**

Annie suppressed the urge to sneeze as the combination of the pet store’s scents invaded her nose; a vaguely unpleasant mixture of that distinct ‘furry animal’ smell, the sharp tang of disinfectant and bleach, and something that reminded Annie of straw, strangely.

She adjusted quickly though, and wandered further into the shop, smiling noncommittally in response to the greeting of the young girl behind the counter. She surveyed the room. This was the third pet store they had been to that week, in search for the perfect companion following their conversation the previous weekend.

****

Annie had been the one to bring up the subject, surprisingly. The thought struck her in the afternoon randomly as she was lazing around their living room, when it occurred to her that there was a gap beside the fireplace that would perfectly fit a cat tree. The idea didn’t repulse her, as many of her’s often did. She usually left the life decision-making stuff to Armin, finding that any period of time surpassing half an hour discussing something as menial as where to buy bedsheets or how to arrange the kitchen would lull her into an exhaustive stupor, without fail.

The last time they went to a homeware store together, searching for an infuriatingly long amount of time for the perfect set of dinner plates, of all things - “They match the bowls, see!”, Armin had insisted - it had ended with Armin dangerously close to having said plates shattered over his head, and a terrified looking cashier who’s hands didn’t stop trembling as he scanned their items, spooked by the ‘I have been here to two hours too long’ look on Annie’s face. She and Armin had agreed afterwards that he would do the rest of that kind of stuff on his own, with the occasional help from Mikasa to carry things around.

After waiting another hour and finding that the idea still persisted, she got up and searched for her boyfriend. After poking her head into a few empty rooms, she found him in the study at his desk, frowning at a document with a pen pressed up against his lips. He must be working on his paper for some fancy job application his old professor Hange had heard through the grapevine and recommended him for. Knowing he was in that type of zone where he barely registered his surroundings, she tapped on the doorframe, not wishing to startle him.

He didn’t react at first. She leaned on the frame and knocked a little more forcefully. Armin jerked, blinking, and looked over at her.

“Annie!”

His face broke into that stupidly large, happy grin that he always wore when he saw her. Annie blushed unwillingly at the sight, automatically averting her eyes. He never failed to make her stomach lurch when he looked at her like that.

He leant back in his chair. She heard his spine crack as his back bent over the frame. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Oh, I wanted to run an idea by you,” she said, walking over to him. Armin pushed himself away from the desk, giving her room to climb onto his lap. His arms encircled her, and he pressed a gentle kiss to her exposed collarbone. “I’m all ears,” he murmured.

“Well…” She hesitated, struggling to formulate the ideas in words, despite its clarity in her head. “I was thinking… um… well I was sitting on the couch, and…”

Armin watched her patiently as she stuttered, eyes unblinking. A soft smile played upon his lips.

God, just say it straight Annie.

“I wanna get a pet. Uh.... a cat, in particular.”

Her cheeks reddened immediately, and she ducked her face into his shoulder, finding the whole thing embarrassing for some reason. Armin gently pushed her up straight so he could look in her eyes. He raised his eyebrows questioningly. Then he grinned. “Really?”

Why was she blushing so much? Still staring firmly at his shoulder, she nodded.

Annie squeaked in surprise as she was suddenly lifted into the air. Armin pushed out of his chair and spun her around, humming happily. He set her down, hands sliding to rest on her shoulders, and beamed. He began to talk excitedly.

“Ooh yay, I’m so happy to hear that Annie! Do you want a girl or a boy cat? Should we buy one as a kitten or get a rescue? Hmm, we’d have to get litter if we don’t want it to go outside, but that’s kinda gross to clean… oh! Do you have any colour preference? Or the length of fur, or…”

He trailed off, blushing as he realised he was rambling. Annie just smiled and reached up to brush his bangs back off his forehead.

“We’ll figure it out”

****

So here Annie was now, scanning the store for the cat section. She had been particularly partial to getting a rescue, feeling a kind of kinship with the abandoned animals. But their local shelter didn’t have any cats at the moment, specialising in dogs more, and Annie didn’t feel like travelling and searching for another one hours away. So Armin had eventually convinced her that buying a kitten from a pet shop would be just as good - “It means that this one won’t ever need to go into a shelter!”, he had said - and they began kitten searching.

They had gotten the general supplies - things like food and water bowls, a bed, a tree (which fit perfectly into that space that Annie had imagined it to), toys, and litter from the other stores they visited. But they lacked the essential - the kittens themselves. Armin had to make some calls, and they finally found a shop in a neighbouring town that had a litter come in a few days ago.

Annie walked past the dog collars, looking for the enclosures.

“Do you think they’re over here…?”

She trailed off as she glanced to her side, realising Armin had completely disappeared. She frowned, glancing around. He was nowhere to be seen. Annie huffed. Trust him to get distracted in a place like this. She had an idea about where he might be, and set off to find him.

As she made her way to the other side of the shop, a sharp yip to her left caused her to jump. Her head whipped around, startled, but she soon relaxed when she saw what made the noise. Annie was not very comfortable with dogs in general - there had been incidents with shitty neighbours and their untrained mutts throughout her childhood - but puppies were different. They were just too small and soft to do any damage, and she found the way they chewed on your hands with their little teeth to be endearing.

A mish-mash of different puppies rumbled around in an open enclosure next to her. Annie crouched down and watched them as they played for a moment. A curious daschund pup came up to her, and she smiled as it sniffed and licked at her fingers through a crack in the enclosure’s glass.

I wouldn’t mind getting a dog with Armin if they stayed this size forever.

Right. Armin.

Annie stood back up, spotting the section she thought he would be in. Her suspicions proved right as she turned down the fish aisle, spotting her boyfriend crouched in front of one of the tanks, gazing at the little fish swimming around with a curious, awestruck shine in his eyes.

They already owned some fish. Annie didn’t think she would have ever been able to stop him from getting some, the crazy ocean nut he was. She let Armin take care of them though, terrified she would kill them immediately if she tried to do anything with them at all, satisfied with occasionally admiring their bright colours as they swam around in their tank.

She approached her boyfriend, placing a hand on his head. He looked up at her, that starry-eyed look still on his face.

“C’mon Armin, you know we aren’t here for more fish,” she reprimanded gently, running her fingers through his hair.

“I know, I know, but I can’t help it…” He pouted his lips, that puppy-dog look entering his eyes. “They’re just so cool!”

Annie chuckled lightly, shaking her head. “You know that doesn’t work on me Arlert,” she said, tugging on his hair to hide the fact that that look did indeed work on her very well. Armin’s face melted back into that easy smile and he stood up, catching the hand on his head, pressing his lips against her fingers. “Sure, Annie,” he replied. “Ok, let’s go look at these kittens.”

He laced their fingers together and led her to the back right corner of the shop. “I spotted the sign over here on our way in,” he explained as an in-built wall enclosure came into view. Annie hummed.

Something caught in her chest as she spotted the kittens.

There were four of them, all tiny, little balls of fluff with stubby legs and wispy tails. Two were dark brown, one was ginger, and the last one was cream coloured. The brown ones were snuggled on a suspended platform sleeping, the ginger one was sniffing at a bowl of food, but the cream one was tottering around on its little legs, and came up to the glass and stared directly at Annie.

Almost trance-like, Annie approached the glass and crouched down, locking eyes with the kitten. It had pale blue eyes, like hers, and it tracked her finger as she raised it up and hovered it over the glass near its head. She vaguely heard Armin walk over to one of the employees and requested if they could hold the kittens. Annie moved her finger around, entranced as the kitten pounced about, trying to catch it, its little paws pressed up against the glass.

“Excuse me miss,” came a voice from behind her. Annie turned to see Armin and a female shop assistant with a pair of keys in her hands. “Would you like to hold one of the kittens?”

“Oh, yes please,” Annie replied, stepping back to allow the girl to unlock a side door and step inside the enclosure.

“This one?” The girl pointed at the cream kitten Annie was playing with a minute ago. Annie nodded, and watched as the girl gently lifted the small cat into her arms and walked back to the couple. Carefully, the girl placed the kitten into Annie’s outstretched hands.

Annie gazed down at the tiny animal in her hold, feeling it squirm slightly, paws pressing into her bare arms, its long whiskers brushing against her skin. She bobbed it up and down slightly, almost automatically, as if she were carrying a small child. It wriggled a little more, before finally settling and resting its small head on her wrist. Annie watched it, wide-eyed, hardly daring to breath, lest she disturb it. Her fingers began to stroke through its soft, downy fur. Her breath hitched as its sides began to vibrate. It was purring.

Annie glanced up at Armin, a smile forming on her lips. He was grinning, looking very pleased. He approached them quietly, and bent down slightly to face the kitten. “Hey there little one,” he whispered. He offered his fingers for it to sniff; it regarded him with its big eyes and let out a tiny mewl. Armin’s smile grew even bigger. “Yeah, I know…” He looked up at the shop assistant. “Is it male or female?” he questioned.

“Female, sir.”

Annie stared down at the kitten, who seemed to be falling asleep in her arms, purring all the while. Armin looked at her. “I think we’ve found the one, huh? You two even match!”

Annie didn’t think she could leave this kitten behind if she tried. “I love her,” she murmured. She lowered her face, pressed it into the silky fur, and breathed in her scent. Unbeknownst to her, Armin smiled and grinned at the shopkeeper, nodding. He pulled out his phone and quickly snapped a picture of the new pair.

****

A sharp yowl cut through the air, wrenching Annie out of her fitful slumber. She lay there silently, waiting, hoping, praying that it wouldn’t continue. Of course, her wishes were ignored. Another cutting meow ran through the house. Annie groaned, rolling herself onto Armin’s chest.

“Armin,” she hissed, “I swear to god if that thing doesn’t stop whining right now, I will take it back to where it came from.”

She felt his arms wrap around her and his face nestle in her hair. He mumbled something incoherently, chest rising as he sighed. The thing in question let loose another cry into the night.

“Armin!”

He sighed again, arms tightening, then relaxing as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. Annie followed suit, watching him as he rubbed his face tiredly. “Just ignore it,” he grumbled, “She’ll stop eventually.”

Annie shoved his shoulder weakly. “What?” he whined.

“Armin, I’ve woken up five times in, what - “ she glanced at her phone “- two hours, and if I don’t get solid, unbroken sleep soon I’m… god, I'm gonna be fucked in the morning.”

As if on cue, their new pet, who had been named Donut on the car trip back home, cried out. It sounded like she was right outside their bedroom door. Armin cringed and Annie buried her face into a pillow.

“Alright,” her boyfriend huffed, throwing back the covers. “Let’s try this then.”

He walked over to the door and swung it open, cueing a surprised sounding meow from the kitten, who looked up at the man in the doorway.

Armin bent down and gathered Donut into his arms. “Hey little one. What’s wrong? Are you lonely out there all by yourself?”

Keeping the door cracked open, he padded back to their bed, setting the kitten down onto the covers. He settled beneath the sheets again, watching as the cat began to sniff around, making soft, squeaky noises. Donut’s head jumped up as Annie shifted, locking onto her. She mewed loudly, before bounding over to Annie, and promptly began to crawl all over her body.

“Aagh, no don’t step there, no- ow ow claws, Donut, stop-”

Armin laughed, making the bed shake, which only served to aggravate the kitten further into her scramblings. “Seems like she just missed her mummy, huh?”

Annie protested as she felt tiny pinpricks sink into her skin again. She grabbed the offender and gently placed her next to her chest, running a hand over her tiny body. This seemed to calm the kitten, and Donut settled and curled up, shoving her soft head beneath Annie’s chin. Vibrations ran through her, as she began to purr lightly.

“Ah, I can’t stay mad at you if you do that,” she mumbled, glancing up at Armin, who seemed to have fallen asleep again already. “Hmm… I guess you’ll have to stay with us until you get used to this place then…” Content, with warmth spreading through her body from the soft bundle of fluff nestled against her, Annie drifted off.

They slept through the night

#aruani #armin arlert #annie leonhardt #oneshot #shingeki no kyojin

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stenbrozier · 4 years

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Adopting a Kitten with the Adult!Losers

Warnings: slight PTSD mention from cat attacks + swearing

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Bill:

- He’d be a little hesitant about getting a cat

- Not because he doesn’t like them, just because he never had any pets growing up and he didn’t wanna do the wrong thing

- You had found the Calico kitten on the side of the road on the way home from work shaking in the rain storm, and, while he was all for helping the poor thing, he thought that you were going to take it to a shelter after a day or so

- But when you gave him puppy eyes and asked him to keep it, Bill became putty in your hands and immediately ran to the pet store to get the cat a cute lil collar and the other things she needed to live comfortably

- You named her Jupiter and she was very bouncy and energetic, something Bill could simply never get used to

- She’d jump on his desk and slide on the papers or run under his feet when he was coming downstairs for dinner

- But he loved her nonetheless

- Bill didn’t show it, but you could tell he loved whenever she’d curl up in his lap or whenever he heard her little feet running across the hall to come see him in his office

- One time, while he thought you were taking a nap, you heard him playing with her and giggling softly, talking to her in an adorable little baby voice

- He simply loved her, even as she got older and become more relaxed but more clingy

- Jupiter could be most likely found in his lap or in his arms, and it was simply the most adorable thing

Richie:

- He hates cats

- He didn’t have any animals growing up, but he was attacked by the neighborhood stray when he was around 9 or 10, and ever since then, he thought that they were demons

- Richie was walking through LA to get you guys something good for breakfast when he ended up in front of a pet store and he had the crazy urge to walk in

- As soon as he stepped in, there was a cat cage and there was a tiny white kitten with a little pink color on

- Richie didn’t know why but his heart kinda melted and he got all excited

- He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture, sending it to you accompanied by a text that read “please 🥺🥺”

- “Rich I thought you hated cats.” “yeah but this one is pretty” “fine but you better still be getting breakfast”

- He adopted the cat, getting everything she needed and literally going overboard

- After picking up some pancakes at the old diner in the city, he walked back with bags filled with things for her in one hand, your breakfast in the other, and then her sleeping in his shirt pocket

- Richie walked in with a smile on his face and you cooed at the little kitten softly, begging him to name her Marie, like the cat from Aristocats

- “Baby I don’t care as long as she can sit at the table when we eat” “Richie cats sit at the table their food bowl belong on the floor” “No she’s a princess and she should be treated as such”

- And to think that just hours before, Richie refused to let a cat step foot in the house

Eddie:

- When you guys moved into your first house together, he was adamant on no animals

- He grew up believing that he was allergic, despite how many times he went to a friend’s house with a dog or a couple cats and nothing happened

- But one day, as you were exploring the little town you guys moved into, you stumbled upon a pet store and begged him to go in

- Eddie was reluctant but when he saw how excited you got when you saw the little kittens in the cage by the window, he gave in

- “Eddie, they’re so tiny” you reached your hand in and started playing with a solid grey one, the sunlight bouncing off its fur and reflecting a silvery light

- You asked to pick it up out of the cage and when the worker handed it to you, she told you his name was Mushroom

- “Eddie, did you hear” “Yes, Baby, I heard. Mushroom” Eddie had is arms crossed over his chest but when the cat snuggled into your chest his heart melted a little at the face you gave him

- “Ed-“ “What does a cat need”

- You smiled wide and told him the basics: food, bowls, litter box, litter, and you even convinced him to get a couple of quiet toys

- He wanted to get a collar for him, but he decided that he would be a strictly indoor cat and there would be no need

- On the walk home, Mushroom stayed in your arms as you talked to him softly, getting back a few meows in response

- Eddie just smiled and wrapped his hand around your waist, holding everything else in his free hand

Stanley:

- As soon as you guys moved in together after college, he wanted an animal. He was able to work from home with his accounting job, and you couldn’t, so he was always very lonely

- Stanley is a whiner. He whined about you leaving for work every morning or when you were too tired to watch a movie with him at night

- So for his birthday, you decided you were going to get him a lil friend

- You went to the shelter, asking to see all the cats cause he would not like a dog, and you saw this older cat named Margo

- She was about 4, all nice and calm, and she had a pretty black coat with piercing eyes that reminded you of Stanley’s

- You had to get her, and so you did

- You wanted to surprise Stan, obviously so you brought her home through the back door, knowing his was working in his office in the front of the house

- You waited until he had gotten up to go to the bathroom to walk out into main part of your house, letting the cat out to get accustomed

- Stanley walked back in with a glass of water and nearly dropped it when he saw the little fuzzy being sniffing around his wheelie office chair

- “No way” he had tears in his eyes as he calmly went up to the cat, scratching behind her ear “whats her name”

- “Marco” “Holy shit. Hi, Marco, I’m your dad”

- She snuggled right up into his hand causing him to start crying because of how happy he was

- “Now I won’t be lonely ever again. God, (Y/N), I love you”

Mike:

- Since you guys lived so close to the library, you were able to think about getting an animal

- You both worked the same hours together at the library, so a dog was out of the question, but Mike brought the idea of getting a cat

- It just so happened that a few days after you guys talked about it, you found a skinny kitten curled up underneath the awning of the entrance on a hot day

- You took the kitten in, and placed it on the front desk

- “Mikey, we have to keep him” “Okay, he can be our library cat”

- You never really gave him a name, just always called him “Baby”

- You guys bought him everything he needed and got him a collar, knowing that he’d probably be happier as an outdoor cat as well

- You guys attached a little cat door to the front of the library

- You also started taking donations for the local animal shelter in honor of the new kitten

- You guys also got more visitors because they all came to see your kitten

- As he got older, he’d wander a lot and would bring back friends, sometimes pregnant friends

- There were many times that you guys had to replace the pillows of the couches because there were little kittens born on them

- But, since you and Miek had no kids, “Baby” and his friends were always welcome, even if you told them no because they’d get in anyways

Ben:

- Ben always wanted a dog, but it was difficult to get one with your busy schedules

- So you ended up getting a cat from the shelter, a big 5 year old Maine Coon named Ziti

- He was big and cuddly enough for it to seem like there was a dog around the house

- But easy maintenance cause it was still a cat

- Ben would be gone for weeks at a time and you worked 8 hour days, so it was the best option and it was nice on your end to not come home to emptiness some days

- It was really strange having such a small animal in such an expansive house, but you wouldn’t trade it

- He’d lay with you and Ben during movie nights and would beg for attention with harsh, deep mewls

- Ziti would sit on Ben’s lap while he did conference calls, and it was really funny to you because he would have this stern look on his face that would just scream “I’m involved too”

- “Baby, come take Ziti” “Mr. Hanscom...you named him Ziti?” “That was his given name...(Y/N)!”

- Ziti was attached to Ben, like he was always with him and it was so sweet to watch Ben prepare dinner and have Ziti sitting on the counter next to him

Bev:

- She had always wanted a cat. It was you who was hesitant

- While you were both home for work, she still wanted another companion around that would make your small studio apartment feel a little more like home

- You felt bad for keeping an animal cooped in your apartment

- But Bev argued that cats were made for apartment life

- So you went to the shelter and adopted a ginger cat named Rocky

- He was big and tough and liked to cuddle

- He was also severely distracting because he was talkative and it annoyed you to no end

- But Bev wanted him because he would sit with her while she sewed dresses together

- He would sit with you in the couch against your laptop because he liked the heat emitted from it

- But he was very large and it was hard for you to focus because he looked so content and you just wanted to kiss him all the time

- He had that effect on you

- He was your guys’ baby and he knew it

#stanley uris x reader #richie tozier x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader #bill denbrough x reader #beverly marsh x reader #ben hanscom x reader #mike hanlon x reader #it chapter one imagines #it chapter two imagines #masterlist

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kind-wolf · 4 years

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Happy Birthday

to one of the loveliest people I have the pleasure to call friend!

@angelaiswriting

I wrote you a little story. Although it just recently dawned on me that I f*cked up by showing you the writing from my prime time. In comparison, this seems a bit lame. But I did my best. Hope you can enjoy it at least a little!

"You can not just get her flowers for her birthday, Volodya!" Anatoly insisted.

"She's also getting this." his brother replied, suggestively grabbing between his legs.

Anatoly sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He was no expert in women and relationships either, (he still thinks it was pure luck that brought him and his wife together), but he was certain that giving your girlfriend only flowers and sex on her birthday, was not a good idea. And it certainly was not enough for a woman that puts up with his brother.

And as soon as he voiced that very thought, Vladimir rounded on him, scowl deeply etched into his features. "What do you mean put up with me?"

Toly, long used to his brother's temper only leveled him with a look.

And thus Volodya ended the discussion by huffing and storming into his office.

But in private, Vladimir couldn't help but think about his brother's words. Angela and him were so different, she was sweet and innocent, far too good compared to his calloused hardness, yet she doesn't seem deterred by his gruff behavior. But she is probably expecting more from him in this case. Something nice. Like her.

They had met in the little Russian corner store Ulyana always insisted to go to when he helped her with her groceries. It had been obvious, not only to him but also to the old Lady that this young woman was somewhat lost between all those foreign products. If it had been for Vladimir, he wouldn't have spared her a second glance, but of course, Ulyana insisted he goes and offers some help. And there was a glint in the old woman's eyes, he didn't like. Not one bit.

From that moment on, things escalated quickly. So quickly in fact that he can barely recall how it all happened. But here he was, months later, thinking about whatever birthday present his girlfriend wants. Fuck.

Days. Fucking days, countless packs of cigarettes and a very persistent headache later, he finally figured something out. It was perfect for her.

He would have to suffer though. But what is a little suffering after spending years in that shithole in siberia?

Also, a small part of him felt gleeful over the fact that it wasn't something she could or would want to return, even when she some day inevitably decides to leave him. This will be something from him that stays with her. A constant reminder.

~~~~~~~~~

Working on your own birthday sucked. Not that you had any big plans. It was a weekday and everyone had to work, so you figured you'd have a nice dinner with Vladimir, his brother and your friends on the following weekend.

You perked up a little when you came through the door of Vladimir's (who were you kidding? You basically lived here.) apartment and saw that the lights were on. He was home. Unusually early. Another exception made for you, after already getting up early today to get you fresh & gluten-free cupcakes, coffee and flowers before you had to go to work. You smiled to yourself. The softie.

When you entered the living room where he was sat watching some serial killer documentary with a drink in hand, you immediately spotted something out of the ordinary in the corner. Something big and square that was hidden underneath two blankets.

"Hey Volodya!" you greeted him with a chaste kiss after plopping down besides him. "What's this in the corner?"

He grinned. "Suprise for my birthday girl." When you sat up, clearly intending to have a look, he grabbed you around the waist and pulled you closer to him again. "For later." he amended. And to effectively distract you, his other hand came up to gently grasp your chin and guide you to him.

Kissing Vladimir still gave you butterflies every time. He always saw himself as this rough gangster, but when he kissed you his true self always shone through. It wasn't harsh or demanding. Sure, sometimes it was rough and dominating, but only in those moments. In general, it felt like the perfect mixture of adoration and passion. He rarely says how he feels. In fact, he had only ever said I love you once. But his kisses, they tell you every day.

It took you a second to get your bearings when Vlad pulled back. "Go get changed in something comfortable. We're picking your birthday present."

You were confused. "I'm supposed to pick my own present?"

"Don't start with that look. You'll like it. Promise." Vladimir assured you, giving you a rare genuine smile.

"Fiiiiine."

It wasn't long before Volodya pulled into the parking lot of a building, you had walked by a thousand times but never dared to go inside.

"The dog shelter!?" you exclaimed, voice raising with excitement. "We're getting a dog?l"

"You are getting a dog. You always wanted one, no?"

Instead of using words, you answered him by basically leaping across the seats and smothering him in kisses. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

Vladimir chuckled and carefully pushed you away. "Enough. I thought dog might try to lick my face. Not you."

You wiggled your eyebrows playfully. "I know, you prefer when I lick something else."

"Don't start. Get out. Before I change my mind." Vlad growled, not able to hide his grin at the end.

He was probably bluffing, but still, you wouldn't take the chance and quickly hopped out of the car, almost running to the entrance.

In the last second however, Vlad caught up to you and stopped you by grabbing your wrist. "Before we go inside, you have to promise one thing, Мышка."

He was using his serious gangster tone, as you liked to call it, so you just nodded, waiting for him to go on.

"It will not sleep in bed."

"But if it's..."

"нет!"

"But when you're..."

"Not in bed."

"Alright, alright."

When you two stepped thru the door and up to the counter, the woman behind it greeted you with a friendly smile. "Ah, Mr. Miller, back with your wife now I see!"

You startled, confused not only at the way she greeted Vladimir, but also at the word wife.

Before you could correct her, Vlad gave her his version of a friendly smile. "Yes. She can pick one now."

She directed another smile at you. "Very well. Let me just get my colleague, she'll show you around."

As soon as she was out of earshot, you turned to Vlad, eyes still wide. "Mr. Miller? Wife? What? You've been here before? What?"

Vlad snorted at your obvious confusion. "да. Been here and asked what we need for dog. And to get papers ready. With fake information."

"So that's the box in the living room." you mused out loud. And before your brain could catch up with your mouth, you added: "You shouldn't have made me your wife. I don't even wear a ring."

Vlad gave you one of his calculating looks, where you couldn't tell what was going on in his brain. "So, you don't want to be my wife. I'll remember that."

"Oh. I- I didn't... That's not.. " you stuttered, face heating up immediately. That was really not what you were thinking. It just caught you off guard. Especially since you didn't think he would be the kind of guy that thinks about marriage.

Volodya's quiet chuckle and his hand squeezing yours stopped your brain from going into overdrive. "Мышка, it was joke!"

Thankfully you were saved from further stuttering by the woman returning with her colleague.

Time to pick your new companion!!

~~~~~~~~~~

Vladimir couldn't stop the smile from showing on his face as Angela's eyes lit up at seeing the first dog.

"Look Volodya! He's so fluffy!"

"Awww! Such a cute snout!"

"Those eyes!"

"What tiny paws!"

"See how she's wagging her tail!"

"His fur is sooo smooth!"

"Naww! How gentle he is!"

It went on like this for what felt like forever. And he knew they would spend the whole night here if he doesn't reign her in.

He stepped closer to the bars of the cage she was currently petting a little creme-colored rat-chaser. "You have to pick one Мышка. You know that?"

Her head whipped up and her mouth opened, ready to protest, but it seemed that reality slowly dawned on her.

The light in her eyes dimmed a bit. "I know. But howww?"

He extended his hand for her to take. "Pick one. If you don't like it we bring it back." Vlad offered with a shrug.

Instead of taking his hand Angela smacked his arm. "What? No! Don't be mean."

"Just pick one." he grumbled in return, clearly not seeing an issue with his statement.

She wandered slowly along the cages, Vladimir silently following behind.

"I- I think it's that one. He just looks so sad." Her voice nearly cracked when she crouched down and stuck her hand thru the bars of one cage.

Vladimir, feeling this weird prickling in his chest, crouched down beside her and pulled her against him with an arm around her shoulders. "Won't be sad anymore when he's with you."

A tiny smile from her was all the confirmation he needed. So he pulled her to her feet and gestured to the employee that has been waiting at the end of the corridor.

And since Mr. Miller had been here the day before, only the dog's information needed to be filled into the adoption papers before they could get out of there.

Angela struggled to carry the slightly too-big-to-be-carried-by-her dog, but she insisted on carrying her new baby.

"I really hope the other dogs will get adopted too." She said, while they waited at the counter.

Before he could comment, the employee came back with the papers. She handed Vladimir the dog's ID and told him the adoption fee.

Angela's concerns fresh in mind, Vlad hesitated only a moment before thinking fuck it and pulling a thick wad of cash from his pocket.

As soon as he pushed it over the counter, the woman's eyes went wide. "Sir, that's... that's way too much, we only ask for..."

"Rest is donation." He cut her off, with a tone that made it clear there would be no further talk about it.

"Oh. Ah, thank you then. And I hope you will be happy with the new addition to your family."

Once again a smile plastered on her face, Angela thanked the woman before walking out the door Vladimir was holding open for her.

"That was really sweet Volodya!"

He glared at her, even tho he already knew it didn't have that much effect on her anymore. "Get in car."

Angela giggled, knowing he hated it when she pointed out his soft moments.

It's been a week. A week with that little furry pest.

And while Vladimir usually looked forward to coming home, especially knowing she was there, waiting for him, his excitement was slightly dimmed these days. It wasn't that he doesn't enjoy seeing her so happy. He did. It was just, that dog needed too much attention. He couldn't even sit down and have a drink and just be, after a long day surrounded by idiots, before that little thing was climbing into his lap, trying them like his face, or even worse, chewing on the seam of his pants.

This day when he closed the door of his apartment though, it was eerily quiet. And neither Angela nor the dog came to greet him, despite it being not that late at all. He scowled but resisted the urge to immediately reach for his gun. With slow and silent steps he crept through the hall.

His posture relaxed though, when he stepped into the living room.

There, in between a mess of toys the two were. Curled up and peacefully sleeping on the floor in front of the couch.

Vladimir's little scoff must have finally alerted the dog to his presence because he blinked at him and thumped his little tail against the floor.

"You have to get better at guarding your мама." Vlad mumbled while slowly approaching them and bending down to pick Angela up. She stirred when he pushed his arms under her, so he tried to sooth her. "Shhh Мышка, 's just me. I'm taking you to bed."

Despite his efforts, her eyes slowly blinked open, while he walked to the bedroom. "But I still gotta walk him."

Vladimir tried to keep his face neutral and suppressed a sigh. Still, his voice sounded grumpy, even in his own ears. "I will do it."

"But, you don't want to." Despite her protest, her eyes were already closing again while he placed her onto the bed and put the blanket over her.

"Sleep, Мышка." He insisted, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head.

So there he was, walking the dog.

Suffering, just as he predicted.

Was it worth it tho?

да, she was worth it.

#Vladimir Ranskahov #vladimir ranskahov imagine #vladimir ranskahov oneshot #Daredevil #marvel's daredevil #daredevil imagine #daredevil oneshot #birthday fic #angelaiswriting #wolf writes #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel #marvel imagine

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justjessame · 3 years

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Avery Emerson Clay: Hook, Line, and ... Have Y'all Ever Been Bait?!

My new schedule began the next morning, tempered only by waking up in Jake’s arms, and followed by a lengthy shower that was definitely Jake’s way of negotiating for me to behave in the way my dad and brother expected me to. Trust me, if Jake was willing to wake me up this way every damn day, I’d be more than willing to go along with Daddy and Clay’s stupid script with less bitching than my tiny body would put out naturally.

If you’d ever seen Jake Jensen fully naked and covered in bubbles, which you won’t because I’d beat you bloody, you’d understand my compulsion to go with the flow.

While being put into a more malleable state, I wasn’t completely devoid of my own personality. I pulled a few choices for attire for my first day as bait. Since I’d be jogging, then running errands to the office, and - God help us all, shopping, I would need a few wardrobe changes.

“Do you really think that is a good idea?” Jake was barely containing his laughter, and I didn’t really want him to. I was pulling on my first costume, the athletic look, and I knew exactly what he was talking about.

I turned to face him and made sure I was wearing the most exaggerated perky look I could force my face into. “Now, Jake, isn’t the point to make Maxi-poo grab my tiny ass?” The shirt was tight and bedazzled with the word “SNACK” across my tits, it was a joke clearly, something my mom had grabbed on one of her and Dad’s many trips. Something NO ONE ever expected me to actually wear in public. “I have another one in here that says ‘JUICY’, if you think that’s better?” I bit my tongue and he shook his head laughing before coming close enough to kiss me.

“You’re incredible, Avery,” I was on tiptoes to keep contact, but Jake was helpful and cupped my ass through the very tight shorts I’d paired the stupid shirt with and lifted me so I could wrap myself around him. “I’m sure your dad and Clay are going to pop a blood vessel between them, but I think you’re fucking amazing.”

With that in mind, I grabbed my earbuds, my cell phone, and headed off for my extra dose of jogging that I fucking hated. Dad stared at my outfit, but refrained from offering any feedback while Clay lamented the narrow choices that it gave for hiding the tracking device and bug to keep me company.

“So I get to keep Jake inside me all day?” I caught Jake’s eye and grinned at how red and purple he could get in public. “Maybe next time lead with that when selling the op to me.”

“Ave,” Clay was tucking the earwig into my earbud, making them one, “maybe try to keep Jake alive by NOT making him a target for Dad’s fucking rage?” His voice was quiet enough that I was fairly certain Dad couldn’t hear him. “You like him, right?”

I sighed, “yeah, I do.” Which sucked, because pissing Dad off was pretty fucking fun, but getting Jake maimed would suck far worse. “Alright, so I jog down the hill and around the park and then back up the bike path,” I thought the best way to fix shit was to pretend I didn’t say anything bad at all. “If I have to do it more days than usual, I don’t see the point in diverting from the same course.”

“Right,” Dad offered, grabbing my water bottle from the fridge and handing it to me. “While you jog, keep the music to a lower level than eardrum bursting, that way not only Jake can hear you, alright?”

I nodded and he walked me out. Dad stayed with me in the driveway while I stretched, talking me through the finer points of some of the self defense shit that I hadn’t touched in awhile. “But I can’t incapacitate him, right?” I groaned, touching my toes. “The point is to get Max to take me.”

“Take you, but not hurt you, Avery.” Dad stepped closer to me. “Make sure he knows you're a Clay, princess.” With a kiss to my forehead and a pat on my back I was off on my run.

Nothing happened during my jog, or my shopping trip. Aside from mind numbing boredom. I hated to shop. Unless it was for my pets or for a purpose. Mindless shopping because I could? Boring. Glancing at the files I had on the passenger seat of my car, I felt another sigh build. Last errand on my list for day one of my ‘routine’, Guardian Incorporated.

“You’re doing great, sweetheart,” Dad’s voice cut in, as I moved through traffic. Throughout the day, Dad, Clay, and Jake had given me mini pep talks. They weren’t as helpful as they hoped to be, but I couldn’t and wouldn’t tell them that. “One more stop and then you can come home.”

“Yep,” I agreed, pulling into the garage after being nodded through the security gate. “One more chore then fetch and yoga.”

Soft chuckles broke through my earbud and I smiled. “Never thought I’d hear you sound happy about the yoga, princess.” The chuckles belonged to all three men in my life, but the comment was fully Daddy.

“Yeah, well don’t hold me to it for long.” I muttered. Grabbing the files and my employee badge, I beeped my car locked and headed for the bank of elevators in the employee garage.

The first couple of days were simple and non-eventful. I jogged. I shopped. I did errands to GI. We added stops and errands that made sense.

Rose was back at work. She didn’t say a word about the missing practice dummy or about my new schedule, which says a lot about how long she’d been with our family.

Jake had moved into my room, there seemed to be NO point in keeping up some stupid pretense in having his things in a separate room, and forcing Rose to keep it in the same state as a room that actually had a person staying in it.

It was a regular day, at least my NEW regular. Wake up wrapped up in the warmth that was Jake Jensen, get a hot shower to make my day a little easier to face, then dress for a jog that I’d rather not fucking deal with - with an earbud in my head with music and three men giving me their version of motivational advice.

Once I was miserable from the exertion, I’d come home for a less pleasant shower, redress in my next costume change, this time for mindless shopping and whatever bullshit “look at me” errands the men in my family devised for Max to find me doing. A bundle of “files” for good measure next to me in the car, and away I’d go, my earwig in place.

Jake, Daddy, and Clay would take turns to tell me how good I was doing or tell me how fabulous I was in all ways shapes and forms. I’d maneuver through traffic and I’d work through the stores and the shiny happy people that I was supposed to enjoy dealing with on the daily. Spoiler: I wasn’t enjoying dealing with these people on the daily.

Off to GI, where I’d be waved through the gate, onto the employee garage, into the employee elevators and up through the floors. Dropping a file here, there and everywhere until I was back in my car and home. Except, today, I made a different choice.

“What if I don’t park in the garage?” I had to ask out loud, the earwig wasn’t a mindreader, thank fucking God. No one answered, so I went on with my idea. “If I go in through the main entrance, maybe Max will see me. I mean it’s not like he has the same access as I do.” Fucking lightbulb moment.

“Try it,” Clay, the voice of reason, or at this point fucking try anything. “Give it a shot, Ave.”

“I plan on it, bro.” I was pulling up to the curb, hoping that I had the necessary shit for the parking meter. “Let’s hope I don’t get a fucking ticket, OK?”

The light chuckles told me they were tense, but hopeful. Could family members and your boyfriend really be hopeful for your possible kidnapping? Yes, I figured. Yes, they could. I grabbed the files and some change from the cupholder and clipped my badge onto the top folder. Here goes nothing.

I was waiting at the first bank of elevators, holding the files and doing the mental math for how long the meter would give me before I’d have a ticket to pay, when I felt it. The tingle that tells you someone is paying attention to you. Close attention.

The mantra started in my head. “Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.” The worst thing I could do was look, right? I mean if Max was actually here, looking would be the tale tell sign that I KNEW.

The elevator dinged open and I stepped onto it, alone. And as the doors were about to slide shut, a voice called out asking for me to hold it. I just managed, and the person who stepped inside was so benign that I doubted highly that it was the Max that my brother was looking for. This man? This linen suited, perfectly coifed, somehow pansy-assed looking man was a black ops burning psycho? REALLY?

“Do you mind pressing 3 for me?” He asked and I shook my head and tapped the button. “Thank you, Miss?”

“You’re welcome.” I stepped to the right, putting a bit more space between us and focusing on the files in my hand.

“That’s not very friendly,” I didn’t answer, but he didn’t really need me to. “I’d think that the daughter of Guardian Incorporated’s founder would want to put on a more welcoming demeanor for a prospective client.”

I looked up to see him staring down at me with a hint of a smirk on his lips. “I’d expect a prospective client to know that the daughter of the founder is in disgrace right now, so pandering to prospective clients isn’t high on her to-do list.”

“Touche, Miss Clay.” He gave a small tilt of his head, point to me. “I guess I missed that tidbit. Whatever could such a striking young woman do to fall into ‘disgrace’ was it?”

I moved slightly closer to him and tilted my head closer too. “I tasered an employee's balls when he muttered ‘nepotism’ at me a time too many.” A shrug of my shoulder and I moved back to my original position. “Now I work from home, unless I’m forced to bring paperwork in that can’t be faxed or digitally sent.”

He was grinning at me with real amusement now. “Pity, I’m sure you add more than just beauty to the workplace, Miss Clay.”

My floor dinged and I exited the elevator. “It was nice to meet you, Mister -”

“Oh, I think we’ll meet again real soon, Miss Clay.” He was fixing his cuffs and I noted that one hand was wearing a leather glove. “Very soon.”

“I can’t be completely sure,” I muttered once the elevator doors were shut and it started to move to the next floor. “But I’m pretty confident that Max and I just shared an elevator.”

#Franklin Clay #jake jensen x ofc #The Losers (2010)#alternate universe #Mild smut #humor #fluff #Family Fluff #FLUFF AND SMUT

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perspective-series · 4 years

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Pet Perspective (4/19)

By: @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: Unwanted touching, injuries

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Virgil woke up late the next morning, having not gone to bed until really late at night. It was already ten in the morning and Virgil still didn’t want to get up. But then he saw the cage on his desk and smirked, remembering his plans for today. And also, he should probably get up to at least feed Roman.

He slowly dragged himself out of bed, heading over to the desk and knocking on the glass. “Wake up, Roman.”

Roman jumped, startled by the loud noise. He glared up at his human captor.

“Oh, glad to see you join the waking world, sleeping beauty.” Virgil smirked. He opened the cage door and grabbed Roman, pulling him out into the open.

“Ack, gentle.” Roman hissed, his bruises jostled by Virgil’s handling. “Easy there, Spider-Snatch.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow at the nickname. “Er, sorry.” He said. He loosened his grip as he started down the stairs. “Whatcha feeling for breakfast? Since we aren’t feeding you that slop anymore?”

“Pancakes.” Roman said with determination. “And a mountain of syrup.”

Virgil chuckled. “Alright, pretty sure we have some pancake mix left.” Virgil mused. He entered the kitchen, seeing Patton was already down. He looked around for Patton’s tiny, but couldn’t find him.

“Morning, Pat. Where’s your tiny?” Virgil asked and Patton turned away from his search of what to make to smile at Virgil.

“Morning! He’s still sleeping, so I decided to leave him alone for a bit longer.” He had looked so cute, Patton hadn’t wanted to disturb him.

“Mmm.” Roman made a slight noise of judgement, wishing Virgil had done the same.

“Roman was wondering if we could have pancakes.” Virgil said and Patton beamed.

“Oh! Good idea, I’ll get started on those!” Patton exclaimed, already getting everything he needed out.

Virgil grinned. “You’re the best Pat.” He saw Patton blush and waved him away. Virgil laughed and went to the living room, flopping down on the couch.

“Why exactly do I have to be awake and Patton’s tiny doesn’t?” Roman grilled Virgil.

“Because I said so, that’s why.” Virgil smirked, ruffling Roman’s hair as he leaned back into the couch more.

“That’s a horrible reason.” Roman huffed, slouching in on himself and pouting as he fixed his hair.

“Really? Because I think it’s a pretty good one.” Virgil chuckled. He hummed as he brought Roman up closer to him, thumbing the fabric of his prince outfit. It was scratchy and worn. “Good thing we’re going to the store today, you really do need something else to wear.”

“But I’m keeping this one.” Roman reminded him, giving the human a stern look.

“Yes, I said you could keep it, don’t get your crown all in a twist.” Virgil said, poking Roman in the chest. “Even if I don’t understand why you want to keep it.” He muttered.

“That’s none of your business.” Roman said, pulling it closer to himself.

“Do you miss your old owner or something? Is that it?” Virgil asked.

“What? No!” Roman seemed offended by the notion. “Of course not, I don’t miss any of them.” And I won’t miss you, either.

Virgil thought for a moment. “How many owners have you had?”

Roman counted them off on his fingers proudly. “Seven.” He said finally. “But only five households. One was a family.”

Virgil whistled. “Wow, that’s...a lot.” Virgil frowned. “Tell me, did they end up giving you to the shelter or did you escape every time?”

“A...mix, I suppose.” Roman admitted. In a way, they had all given him to the shelter, as no one ever came looking for him, but there was one instance where Roman had annoyed his owner so much that he deposited Roman back at the shelter himself.

Virgil hummed. “Interesting.” He supposed he could see why people would give Roman back. Not everyone could handle such a rebellious tiny. Virgil, however, took it as a challenge. “And you really don’t miss any of them, huh?”

“Not a one.” Roman scowled. He only preferred some treatments over others, but that didn’t make him want to go back. He certainly wouldn’t be welcome, anyways.

Yeah, Virgil supposed that made sense. No matter, Roman didn’t have to worry about any other owners. This was his last stop.

“Guys! Breakfast!” Patton called out and Virgil stood up heading into the kitchen and taking a seat at the table. He set Roman down and Patton set two plates of pancakes, one smaller than the other, in front of the two. “Dig in, I’m going to run up and grab my borrower.” He said, before running up the stairs to do just that.

Patton grinned as he walked up to the cage. “Kiddo~ Time to wake up and eat some breakfast.” He said as he opened the cage door.

“Hmm?” Logan sat up, rubbing at his eyes and slowly remembering where he was, having forgotten it was no longer the store. It was strange to not see the bland periwinkle walls.

“Time to get up! I’ve got pancakes waiting for us downstairs.” Patton held out his hand near the entrance, motioning for his tiny to go ahead and climb on.

Logan opened his eyes, looking at the hand but not moving. He was quiet for a moment. “I am still satisfied with my hunger.”

Patton frowned. “Come on kiddo, you need to eat something.” He brought his hand closer and nudged his tiny a little.

Logan rapidly shook his head, curling in on himself.

“Come on bud, it’s okay.” Patton nudged a little more, he wanted to give his tiny another chance to get on himself.

“I. would.” Logan spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. “Prefer. To stay here.”

Patton blinked, slowly pulling his hand away. “Why?”

Logan once again watched his language and tone, the collar beeping ominously in a quiet hum. “I feel more comfortable on my own.”

“Aww, I totally get that kiddo. Virgil is the same way but you still need to get out and be with others too. Not only is it healthy for you but it’s also fun!” He explained, having the information already in his head when he had searched it up for Virgil’s sake a long time ago.

Logan shook his head, the human didn’t understand. “I feel more comfortable traveling on my own.” Logan corrected. Not that he found the company of others particularly thrilling either.

Well, now Patton was confused. “What do you mean by that, kiddo?”

“I- hands- “ Logan cringed, knowing he sounded inept. He merely shook his head, placing it atop his knees. It was no use attempting to explain regardless.

Patton looked down at his hands almost subconsciously, eyebrows furrowing as he continued to stare at them. He...supposed he could see what Logan meant. Especially with them not knowing each other too long. It might be better to work up to hands.

He looked back up at Logan. “Would you prefer if I took the whole cage down with you in it?” Patton asked.

Logan’s head reappeared, looking at Patton incredulously. Was the human really willing to compromise like that? But in Logan’s experience humans were always intent on being grabby- why would a human with a newly acquired borrower act otherwise?

Patton smiled softly at Logan, noticing the look he was being given. “Like I said, I want you to be comfortable telling me things and speaking up. If you would rather stay in the cage while I move you then we can do that.”

Wordlessly, Logan nodded.

“Great!” Patton closed the door and lifted the cage up before starting down the stairs. He certainly couldn’t do this all the time but when he could, he would until Logan felt more comfortable with him. They would take this one step at a time.

“That took a while.” Virgil spoke as Patton entered the kitchen, raising an eyebrow when he saw that Patton had his borrower’s whole cage with him.

Patton noticed and shrugged. Virgil expected him to explain but he just wordlessly put the cage down on the table and opened the door for Logan to get out. Virgil shrugged himself. If Patton didn’t want to tell him, that was fine.

Patton took his own seat and pushed the small plate of mini pancakes closer to his tiny. “These are for you. Just let me know if you want any syrup or anything.”

“This is fine, thank you.” Logan for once meant his gratitude, coming out to take a pancake between his hands.

Roman, meanwhile, watched the whole exchange with a scowl. Trained borrowers were always so fussy, and it irked Roman to no end. It certainly didn’t help his mood that it seemed the other had his human wrapped around his little finger, meanwhile Roman was still recovering from the bruises of last night.

As Patton ate, he grinned at everyone at the table. “Alright! So the plan for today is going shopping to get everything you guys need. Money isn’t a problem-”

“To an extent.” Virgil cut Patton off.

“-so don’t be hesitant to ask for anything you might want or need.” Patton finished, ignoring Virgil.

Roman hid his smirk behind a pancake. Well, that was one way to get back at Virgil.

Logan felt a bit more hesitant, chewing on his food thoughtfully. It was difficult for him to express his true opinions when his every word was being monitored.

Virgil was the first to finish his pancakes, rinsing off his plate and putting it in the sink. “When do we want to go?” He asked, looking at Patton.

Patton thought for a moment. “Uh, as soon as we’re ready, I think. We don’t want to be out too long anyway, or we’ll hit traffic.”

Virgil nodded and leaned against the table, glancing down at Roman. “You almost done?”

“Does it look like I’m almost done?” Roman retorted, taking his sweet time.

Virgil groaned. “Well, hurry up already. We need to get ready still.” Virgil was still in his pajamas, after all.

“Virgil, don’t be so impatient. Let Roman relax a little and enjoy his meal.” Patton spoke before taking another bite of his own pancake.

“Yeah Virgil, let me enjoy my meal.” Roman scoffed. “It’s not like Patton’s tiny should be the only one in the lap of luxury.”

“I’m not in anyone’s lap?” Logan frowned, confused by Roman’s words.

“It’s a figure of speech, kiddo.” Patton answered with a grin. His tiny was just too cute.

“Ugh, fine.” Virgil headed back into the kitchen. “In that case, I’m making myself coffee.”

“Oh, you’re one of those humans.” Roman rolled his eyes.

Virgil popped his head back out, glaring at Roman. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“I just don’t see the appeal of being addicted to some scalding bean juice.” Roman made a gagging motion. “You people are obsessed with the stuff.”

Patton laughed. “Honestly, I never really understood it either.” Patton admitted.

“It’s caffeine.” Virgil said as if that explained everything. “At this point, if I don’t get it, I can barely function in the morning.”

“It’s quite pathetic to become that dependent.” Roman informed him, his eyes glancing ever so briefly at Logan.

Logan caught the glance, feeling a bit fed up with the way Roman kept dismissing him. Of course, he could no more easily stand up to Roman than he could Patton.

“Says the borrower.” Virgil rolled his eyes, once again disappearing into the kitchen. “I’m making you try some!” Virgil called out, causing Patton to chuckle.

“I’m not going to drink it!” Roman shouted back, frustrated by Virgil’s comment. Now he was doubly motivated to get out of here and back on his independent journey.

“I am finished.” Logan informed Patton, stepping back into the cage.

“Hmm?” Patton looked down. “Oh! Great!” Patton closed the cage door and picked it up. “Remember Virgil! It’s your turn to do the dishes!” He was answered with a loud groan and then Patton made his way upstairs.

Roman’s head whipped around, noticing he had been left alone ...how lucky. Without wasting a moment Roman ran to the nearest table leg, swinging himself over the edge and beginning the climb down. After all, a tabletop was always the worst place for a borrower. It left you defenseless and in full view. The floor at least had escape routes.

It took Virgil longer than it should have to figure out Patton actually left. Which meant Roman was all alone…

Virgil groaned and raised out of the kitchen, only to see that it was empty. “Ugh, not again.” He started to scan the floor. Eyes traveling up slightly as he caught movement at the table’s side. He blinked as he saw Roman, climbing down the leg of the table.

“What the heck are you doing?” Virgil asked and knelt down, putting his hand under Roman. “Do you want to fall and hurt yourself?”

“I’m not going to fall.” Roman growled, glaring up at Virgil. There was no use pretending he had been doing something else when he was caught red handed.

“Uh huh.” Virgil gently grabbed Roman around the middle and pried him off the wood. With him securely in his grasp, Virgil stood up. “Geez, you just don’t give up, do you?” He asked as he headed back into the kitchen.

“I don’t see any reason to, given the alternative.” Roman argued, squirming in discomfort.

“You do know it’s not gonna be any different if you escape, right? You’ll just end right back up in the shelter.” Virgil set Roman down on the counter as he then rolled up his sleeves and turned to the dishes. His coffee sat off to the side, but it needed to cool down anyway.

“That’s what you think.” Roman muttered quietly, though the statement did sting as it reminded the borrower of how close he had come in the past and his repeated failures.

“No, it’s what I know.” Virgil poured soap into the water, watching it bubble up as he began scrubbing. “Face it, Princey. Five out of five times, you’ve escaped and five out of five times you’ve ended up back in the shelter.” Virgil shrugged. “The numbers speak for themselves.”

“You may know numbers but you don’t know me!” Roman snapped.

“I don’t need to know you to know that I’m right.” Virgil huffed and then took out his hand from the water and flicked some at Roman.

Roman let out a noise of protest, bringing his hands up too late to shield himself. “RUDE!” Roman scoffed, wiping the soapy water off his face.

Virgil smirked and turned back to scrubbing. “Besides, I’m far from the worst person you could end up with.”

“You literally bruised me last night.” Roman deadpanned.

Virgil paused. “...No, I didn’t.” He glanced over at Roman. “That was you acting and trying to get your way.”

“Oh, really? I’m the liar?” Roman lifted his shirt. “Take another look, gigantor.”

Virgil felt his mouth grow dry as he took notice of the very clear bruised littering Roman’s skin. “I...but…” No, he had thought Roman had been faking. He quickly dried his hands off and scooped Roman up, looking the bruises over and his other hand hovering close by. He gently touched Roman’s side, where it looked like there was a bruise.

“Ow!” Roman protested, curling in on himself so the bruising was out of Virgil’s touch. “That hurts too, you know.”

Virgil snapped his hand back. “S-Sorry.” Virgil said, still looking at the bruises with a heavy heart. “I’m...sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s not like I didn’t tell you.” Roman grumbled, still peeved how poorly the evening had gone.

“Well, I thought you were acting. You know, like you did the first time and then tried to escape.” Virgil paused for a moment. “In fact, this never would have happened if you hadn’t tried that.”

“You abused me and now you’re trying to blame it on me?” Roman said incredulously. “That’s double abuse.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Virgil said. “And if I remember correctly, the only reason I did, was because you acted like an idiot and tried to go through the vent.” He should have known there would be no way he could fit.

“And the only reason I did that was to escape my psycho human who decided to throw me through the air moments before.” Roman jogged his memory.

“I was careful. I never would have thrown you if I thought you would have been hurt.” Virgil tried. “I’m not a bad person. And despite...all this, you are perfectly safe here, with me.”

“Bruising.” Roman emphasized, wildly gesturing to his chest again. “Oh yeah, feeling real safe, Jeckyll and Lied.”

“Whatever, I’m not arguing with you on this.” Virgil set Roman back down to finish up the dishes. “You’ll see soon enough what I mean.”

“oH, I’m Virgil, borrowers better be grateful.” Roman mocked in a high pitched voice.

“Considering I’m going to be buying you a ton of stuff today, yeah, you better be.” Virgil said with a huff.

“Oh good, we’re playing the buy the pain away game.” Roman continued to moan, dramatically laying on the counter. It truthfully did not ache so much anymore, but Roman had seen that Virgil could be guilted, and he would be using that knowledge every chance he got.

Virgil sighed, drying the last plate and putting it away. He glanced at Roman. “...Do you need anything for your bruises.” Virgil asked softly.

“A time machine.” Roman put his forearm over his forehead. “And a warm pack.”

“Warm pack I can do.” He wasn’t even going to acknowledge the time machine thing. He grabbed one from the drawer and put it in the microwave to heat up. Once done, he set it down near Roman. “There, how is that?”

Roman flopped onto it with his stomach giving off a slight moan.

“I’m pretty sure you're just being a tad overdramatic.” Virgil said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the island across from the counter.

“I have never been dramatic in my life.” Roman’s voice was muffled from where he face planted into the warm surface.

Virgil snorted. “I don’t believe that for a second.” He watched Roman for another moment. “Anyway, we should get ready here soon. Do you want to take a shower or anything?” Virgil asked.

“Do you have a tiny shower setup?” Roman lifted his head, sounding doubtful considering his lack of a proper bed.

“Not yet, that’s one of the things on the list for today though.” Virgil answered.

“Then no.” Roman rolled over. “I don’t exactly want to take another beating thanks to your human water pressures.”

Virgil rolled his eyes but said nothing. It wasn’t worth it. “Alright, then you can wait but I need to get in the shower, so…” Virgil gently scooped Roman up, along with the warm pack and headed up the stairs.

“Ugh, don’t tell me you’re gonna make me come in the shower with you anyways.” Roman stuck his tongue out in disgust.

“Ew, gross, dude no.” Virgil matched Roman’s expression. “No, you get to wait in your cage until I’m done.” Virgil said, walking into his room and setting Roman down, along with the warm pack, in the cage.

“Fine by me.” Roman snuggled in, much preferring this option.

Virgil rolled his eyes and then went to go get ready.

#pet perspective #perspective series #borrower!logan #borrower!roman #human!virgil #human!patton #part 4

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Of Rocks and Robots Ch. 3 - The First Day (part 1)

Wasabi awoke to little tiny hands patting his face. He opened his eyes and saw the raccoon, Ruddiger, perched on top of his chest and staring intensely back at him, snout inches from his face. He yelled and bolted upright at the sight; startling the creature and awaking the sleeping boy on the couch.

Last night Wasabi had come back from the laundry room and found Varian already asleep curled up on the sofa. The raccoon was digging into the box of pizza on the table. Annoyed that his dinner was now contaminated by raccoon germs he placed the critter and the rest of the pizza inside the bathroom, along with a makeshift bed out of the wet towels that the stranger had used to shower with. Feeling he had fulfilled his promise of making the raccoon comfortable he then securely shut the door to the bathroom, covered the sleeping boy with a blanket, scarfed down a cream cheese bagel, and then went to bed.

It would have appeared that he didn’t close the door tightly enough because at some point during the night the raccoon had managed to open it and escape.

Wasabi groaned in frustration and looked at the clock next to his bed. Nine in the morning; the gang would be meeting soon at the Lucky Cat for breakfast, if they hurried they could be there at around ten thirty or eleven at the latest.

He threw on a sweater and some pants on top of his sleepwear and went down to retrieve the laundry from last night. Varian asked to come along and see the machines that cleaned the clothes. He was all questions, just like the night before. Wasabi tried to patiently answer them all as he folded the laundry before carrying the now clean clothes back upstairs.

While the kid went into the bathroom to change back into his old attire; Wasabi looked up a number for a local veterinarian office.

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Varian came out of the washroom to find Wasabi talking into a thin black box that he held to one ear.

“Are you sure Monday is the earliest you have available?”, he heard the taller man say with a bit of desperation in his voice. Wasabi then paused, as if listening to another voice coming from the box, before continuing on. “Alright then I’ll bring the raccoon by, at around nine, see you then. Thank you and have a nice day.” He then removed the box from his ear and pressed his thumb to its screen, apparently turning it off and ending the conversation. That’s when he noticed Varian.

“It’s like seventy degrees out today. Are you sure you want to be wearing a heavy coat and gloves?” He asked, taking note of Varian’s full Saporian garb.

“I find it completes the aesthetic.” Varian said, cupping his chin with his finger and thumb and raising his eyebrow and giving a crooked smile. Desperately trying to come off as suave and smooth as he said it.

“What aesthetic? Steampunk pirate?” Wasabi responded back with deadpan sarcasm.

“What’s steampunk?” Varian sincerely asked, ignoring the other man’s snark.

“Nevermind, we’re taking you clothes shopping today anyways.” He said with a shake of his head.

“Umm, not to sound ungrateful but, why?”

“Because there’s no telling how long you’re going to be here and I’m not washing your dirty clothes every single day.”

“You don’t need to wash clothes every day.” Varian half laughed while rolling his eyes.

“Uh-uh! We don’t do that here! You ain’t wearing the same clothes day in and day out without cleaning them. You need at least seven outfits, one for each day of the week, probably even more than that if I’m being honest” Wasabi retorted back in all seriousness.

“Sounds excessive, but okay.” Varian replied skeptically. He couldn’t understand why anyone would need more than two or three different sets of clothes, some made due with only one set. Only royals and other insanely wealthy individuals had wardrobes that large. But Varian wasn’t going to argue, after all Wasabi had done so much for him already, who was he to complain about receiving new clothes?

“Before that we gotta make a stop at the pet shop and find that raccoon of yours some new sleeping arrangements. He somehow broke out last night and we can’t have that happening again. After that we’re meeting the rest of the guys at Aunt Cass’s for breakfast.”

Varian didn’t know who “Aunt Cass” was, but he didn’t ask anymore questions as the thought of a good breakfast started to override his normal curiosity.

“Come here buddy” Varian gently coaxed his pet. He picked the raccoon up in his arms and followed Wasabi out the door and down the stairs back to the car.

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If Varian had thought the city was impressive at night it was even more overwhelming during the day. Cars and people were everywhere. San Fansokyo bustled and teemed with life. Never had Varian seen so many crowds of people,so many buildings, nor so many new inventions all at once. Not even in Corona’s capital.

Wasabi pulled to a stop next to a squat brick building on the side of the street. It had a sign above the top of the building that in big large letters read, “PET TENPO”, and underneath those, in smaller type, were symbols from a language Varian didn’t recognized.

“Here we are.” Wasabi said cheerfully, he turned the car off and got out. Varian followed suit.

The pet store was a small establishment packed full with shelves stuffed with various merchandise. Towards the front counter there were cages with exotic birds and at the back of the store were large tanks full of colorful fish. Ruddiger took a particular interest in these and tried to escape Varian’s grasp and climb the tanks in order to get at the tasty morsels swimming about.

“Ruddiger get down!” Varian snatched the raccoon off the top aquarium in embarrassment, before any harm could be done.

Wasabi didn’t notice. He was already gathering up the items they would need; pet bed, cat carrier, a cat leash, one that went around the animal’s waist so as not to choke it, a large dog kennel to sleep in, litter box with litter to go with it, flea powder, and finally both a bag of dog food and a can of cat food; as Wasabi had no idea what to feed the thing. He figured they would just try both and see what would come of it.

“See anything else we might need?” Wasabi asked as they went to the counter to pay for the items.

“Hmmm..” Varian gave a last glance around the store, not entirely sure what he was looking for but he couldn’t help feeling like something was missing. Then he spied a large sawed off tree branch next to the caged birds. He placed Ruddgier on the counter and went to pick it up. It was a lot lighter than he expected and hollow but it seemed sturdy.

Wasabi gave him a curious look. “He likes to climb trees,” Varian explained, “Maybe we can put this up somewhere for him to play on.”

“Ok.” Wasabi shrugged and added it to the pile of other stuff. Once everything was paid for they carried it back to the car and placed it all into a compartment at the back of the vehicle. All but the leash, that is, which Wasabi handed to him to put on the raccoon. Then they hopped back into the car and were off again.

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They arrived at the cafe fashionably late.The others no doubt were already in the middle of eating. Wasabi paralleled parked in front of the three story house turned eatery. No sooner did he push the gear into park then did Ruddiger scurry across the dash over to him to look out the driver side window.

Wasabi turned his head to see what had caught the raccoon’s interest. Sitting on the roof was yet another raccoon. This one with a lighter brown coat. It looked at the newcomers for a bit before turning around and running off.

Great more vermin. Wasabi thought to himself as he rolled his eyes. Out loud though he only said. “Why don’t you take him for a walk before bringing him inside? Let him blow off some energy. Just keep to the sidewalk and don’t go too far.”

Varian nodded his head in agreement and grabbed the raccoon and pulled him away from the window. Once outside the car he put the pet down and held on to the other end of the leash, allowing the critter to pull him along any way it chose. Wasabi took this as an opportunity to forewarn his friends.

He found the gang inside all sitting together around a table eating breakfast.

“Hey, Wasabi. Where’s the new kid, Varian, wasn’t it?” Fred greeted him, waving at him from where he sat as Wasabi made his way over to them.

“Guys you won’t believe the night I’ve had.” He vented.”This kid; he doesn’t know anything about electricity, indoor plumbing, cars, has never had a vaccine….” Wasabi rattled off all the weirdness he had to put up with since the stranger had arrived, visibly counting down the number of offensives to good hygiene and common sense he had had to deal with. “ But that’s not the worst part. The worst part is, he has a pet ra–”

“A raccoon!” Honey Lemon squealed with joy, cutting Wasabi off. He stopped to look at her but she was already out of her chair and bounding away to the front entrance where Varian had just walked in carrying his pet in his arms.

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“Oh, a raccoon! He’s so adorable. Can I hold him?” The tall girl breathlessly said in wonderous delight while reaching her hand out to pet Ruddiger. It took a moment for Varain to recognize her as the pink suited knight from last night, but her cheery voice gave her away.

“Sure” Varian agreed and handed his pet to her. She giggled and cradled the raccoon in her arms like a baby, all the while cooing compliments and scratching under his chin and behind his ears. Ruddiger seemed very pleased with the attention and Varian couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. Few people wanted anything to do with his pet, let alone cuddle him.

Varian then looked past her to Wasabi and the other knights sitting around the table. Only without their armor, they looked less like warriors and more like regular teenagers like himself. All, that is, save for the large white pillowy creature beside them.

The creature stood as tall as a man and only had two black coal eyes, no nose or visible mouth, and a large bulging body with stubby legs. It was completely white and the impression it gave Varian was that of a snowman come to life. He walked towards the creature transfixed, curious as to what it was.

“Say hello to Baymax. You met him last night, but he looks a little different out of his armor.” The boy named Hiro said bemusingly.

“Baymax? The knight? Oh, I’m… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare.” Varian stammered out this apology, embarrassed once again that he didn’t understand the inner workings of this world. He knew staring at people was rude and he no doubt just offended the being before him.

“No need to apologize. I am a robot and therefore can not get offended.” The creature said in his usual clipped voice. It strangely sounded human and yet somehow artificial and emotionless at the same time. Varian found it a little off putting.

“A robot?”

“It’s artificial intelligence, a machine made to perform human-like tasks.” Hiro explained.

“Ooooh…Like an automaton!” Varian said as realization dawned on him. “I’ve never seen one that can talk before! That’s amazing!”

“Wait! You don’t have electricity or indoor plumbing but you have robots in your world?” Wasabi said, not believing what he was hearing.

“Yeah, we call them automatons.”

“Well, ok then,” Wasabi said with a shrug of resignation, officially giving up trying to make sense of Varian and his world.

“But if you don’t have electricity then what do the robots run on?” The tall girl joined in on the conversation, taking a seat at the table once more while still holding Ruddigger.

“Well originally they ran on clockwork. They had a wind up mechanism like a music box,” Varian excitedly explained, “But I improved the design with Flynomium!” He paused for dramatic effect.

“What’s that?” the blonde boy, Fred said, giving Varian just the very question he was looking for.

“It’s a chemical compound of my own design. It generates steam when it comes into contact with water.” He proudly proclaimed.

“Sooo they’re steam powered. Then how does the compound work?” The short girl, Gogo asked.

“Well, when Flynnolium comes in contact with water it quickly dilutes creating an exothermic reaction caused by the dissociation of ions.”

“Oh, like sodium hydroxide!” The tall girl, Honey Lemon, cheerily chimed in.

“Exactly, in fact lye is one of the components in Flynnolium along with…with..” Varian stopped and stared at the red-headed girl as what she had just said sunk in. She not only had kept up with his scientific explanation but even was able to pinpoint one of its main components just from his description alone. Varian had never met anyone who could do that. In fact most people got bored, irritated, or confused by his scientific ramblings. He then looked around at the other teens sitting at the table. They all were intently looking at him, completely engrossed by what he had to say, not giving any indication they were lost or annoyed by his lecture.

“Go on, we’re listening.” Gogo encouraged him, noting the sudden silence from him.

“You..you’re all scientists?” Varian asked.

“Well I’m not. I’m just a science enthusiast, but all these guys are” Fred happily pointed out.

“We all attend the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology; we also call it the nerd school.” Hiro explained. “I’m a robotics major, Honey Lemon is a chemical engineer, Wasabi is an expert in quantum optics, and Gogo is a double major in mechanical engineering and industrial design.”

“And I’m the school’s mascot!” Fred shouted enthusiastically.

“So you’re all scientists and knights?”

“Ooooooh knights, I like it! Honorable warriors defending their home from outside threats, only to discover that the real threats are from the inside.” Fred said with an air of mysterious ominousness, as if about to launch into a story.

“Yeah something like that,” Hiro said, waving off the older teen’s over-eagerness. “We use our scientific knowledge to build our armor and weapons in order to protect the city from criminals that the regular police can’t handle. But we try to keep it on the down low. Not many people know what we do, especially my aunt, so I have to ask you to not tell her or anyone else about our knightly escapades, please.”

Varian promised his secrecy.

“Thanks, if Aunt Cass ever found out, she’d never let me out of the house again. Also you might not want to tell everyone that you’re from another world while we’re at it.”

Just then a petite woman with short brown hair walked in carrying two plates of pancakes, interrupting their conversation. She smiled widely at the sight of Varian and set the plates down at the table.

“Oh who’s this? A new friend?”

“This is Varian, he’s a new foreign exchange student at SFIT.” Hiro explained, already giving Varian a cover story. “Varian, this is my Aunt Cass. He starts this new semester and we’re showing him around.”

“Oooh exciting! So you’re new to America then?”

Varian nodded.

“Well let me treat you to an all American breakfast, make you feel at home.” She clasped her hands in excitement. “ How do you feel about pancakes with blueberries?”

“That sounds great, thank you.” Varian replied awkwardly. He wasn’t used to people being genuinely nice to him and the enthusiasm with which the woman greeted him, while appreciated, made Varian feel self-conscious.

“Splendid! Do you want any coffee to go with it, or would you prefer orange juice?”

“Coffee sounds nice.”

“Sugar, cream? How would you like it?” She was slipping into customer service mode which made Varian feel even more awkward as the questions kept coming.

“Black?”

“Ok. I’ll go get that for you.” She sailed away to the counter to grab a coffee pot and cup and Varian sat down at the table next to Honey Lemon. When the woman returned she placed the cup next to him and began to pour the coffee while continuing with what she thought was more small talk.

“So where are you from?”

“Old Corona” Varian said unthinkingly, feeling even more uneasy as the woman began to serve him. He wasn’t used to people doing things for him either. However he realized his mistake as soon as he noticed the apprehension in Hiro’s eyes.

“Old Corona?” Aunt Cass repeated the words back in confusion, “Oh, where’s that?”

“Europe.” Varian hoped that would be explanation enough, but he feared he was digging himself into even more of hole.

“Oh what part of Europe, near France or Italy?”

Varian at least had heard of those places so he tried formulating an answer based on that. “It’s northeast of France, near the sea,” hoping a vague truth would ease the questioning.

“Oh so like near Poland and the Ukraine, one of those old Soviet countries? I’m afraid I was never good at geography. It doesn’t help that everything keeps changing, I still remember when there were two Gremanys on the map at school.” She said, trying to laugh off her lack of knowledge on the subject.

Now Varian was completely lost, most of those places he had never heard of before and, another world or no, he couldn’t for the life of him think of any reason why there would be two countries with the same name. He just simply couldn’t think of anything to respond with and silence fell over the group as Aunt Cass and he blankly stared at each other.

Hiro swooped in to end the awkwardness, “You made yourself feel old again didn’t you?” He said to his aunt in a gently teasing manner, a sly smile creeping across his face.

“Yep,” Aunt Cass responded; now starring pass Varian as if looking at her own mortality.

“Do you wanna go get those pancakes and exit this awkward conversation?” He suggested.

“Yep,” Aunt Cass gave a brief nod of agreement and promptly twirled around and headed back into the kitchen.

Everyone visibly relaxed after she left, having narrowly avoided any more awkward questions and explanations. Everyone but Varian who now felt both embarrassed and guilty. He took a sip of the coffee she had just given him, hoping no one would notice his face turning red. At least it was good coffee though. Something Varian hadn’t had in ages.

Fortunately everyone seemed to be eager to move on from the whole affair, and Honey Lemon was the first to change the subject.

“Your pet is adorable. What’s his name?”

“Ruddgier,” Varian said, relieved that no one was focusing on his latest screw up.

“Where did you even get him?” Gogo asked.

“Oh I rescued him from a rabbit snare. Poor thing got his paw snagged trying to steal apples from our orchard. He hasn’t stopped following me around or breaking into our food stores since.”

Honey Lemon looked at him disquieted, “A rabbit snare? That’s awful.”

“I know, right? I mean they’re fine for catching rabbits but anything could get caught in them if you aren’t careful. That’s why I tried creating a chemical compound that could more humanely trap pests.” He was now getting excited again. He wanted to talk more about science with the pretty girl who understood chemistry as well as he did, but she unfortunately couldn’t move on from the snare traps.

“But why would you want to catch bunny rabbits?” Honey Lemon bemoaned in confusion.

“To stop them from getting to our crops. My village is a farming town.” Varian explained. To him it was just natural. A part of everyday life. He could understand her displeasure over using snares, he didn’t like them either, but not her objections to the act of catching the animals themselves. She just stared at him wide-eyed in response though. Perhaps she needed more clarification as to what was done with the rabbits.

“And we also eat them afterwards.” He hoped that would be enough to quail her concerns; that they weren’t just killing small creatures for no reason at all. He was wrong.

“You eat rabbits!?” She asked, horrified.

“A lot of people eat rabbits.” Gogo interjected in his defense. “They even sell frozen rabbit meat at the grocery store.”

“Yeah, it’s what hossenfeffer is made from.” Fred pitched in.

“You’ve had hossenfeffer before?” Wasabi asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, once. Remember my mom likes to take us to those fancy dinners with all the weird food.”

Honey Lemon however looked like she was about to cry at this new information and Varian was simply trying to make sense of her discomfort and why this might not be common knowledge.

“Oh, I guess living in a big city like this you can just go to the market and pick up your dinner?” Varian guessed, trying to ease the tension and offer understanding. “That must be nice. It’s no fun having to butcher your own meat…that’s… that’s just.. unpleasant ….” He trailed off and began to stare into the middle distance as if haunted by bad memories. Awkward silence fell upon the group once more as they all stared back at him in concern, unsure of how to proceed. He really was from a different world from their own.

Fortunately Aunt Cass returned with more pancakes dispersing the disquiet that had befallen the group. She placed a plate of pancakes in front of Varian who began eating almost immediately to distract from the growing embarrassment he felt. They were delicious, a lot fluffier and buttery than the ones he used to make when he was still living in Old Corona. They were also topped with blueberries and a sweet cream. Along with the hot coffee; it was the best meal Varian had had since leaving prison.

“You want some maple syrup?” Hiro asked, sliding a little glass dispenser with a metal top over to him.

“Maple?” Varian quizzed. The syrup was dark and thick, similar to molasses or treacle, and every bit as sweet. Almost too sweet for Varian, but he poured just a little onto the top of the stack of flat cakes so as not to seem rude. He had caused enough awkwardness for the day.

After a time, Aunt Cass came over to refill everyone’s drinks and to see if they needed anything. While there she tried to strike up yet another conversation with Varian. She wanted to know more about who her nephew was hanging out with.

“So Varian, you don’t look much older than Hiro. Did you also get accepted into college early?” She asked as she poured him more coffee.

Varian wasn’t sure how to respond, he didn’t know that there was an accepted time frame for universities here nor what the qualifications for that time frame would normally be. However he saw Hiro sitting across from him, nodding his head vigorously while his aunt’s back was turned to him.

“Yeah,” Varian hoped he sounded more confident then he felt.

“Oh, your parents must be so proud then.” She cheerfully said.

Those words, as kind as they were, sent Varian’s stomach plummeting to the ground. For the briefest of moments he was right back in that cold laboratory next to the dimly glowing amber. Crying on the floor while the snow fell outside.

Varian swallowed hard and tried to force those images out of his head. It wouldn’t do to start tearing up in front of a bunch of strangers, nor to say anything that could lead to awkward questions about his past.

“It’s.. It’s just me and my dad, and I..I would hope he is.” Varian explained, hoping that would be an acceptable answer for the woman.

“I’m sure he is.” Aunt Cass told him reassuringly. “I’m guessing he’s still in, Corona, was it?” She continued.

Varian nodded and then looked down at the plate of pancakes the woman had given him. He’d eaten a little over half of them, but the reminder of his father had left him with little appetite.

“Thank you for breakfast. It was delicious.” He said, hoping to either change the conversation or excuse himself altogether.

He stood up and grabbed the plate. “Where do I wash this at?"

Aunt Cass gently laughed at that question. "Oh that’s very sweet of you, but you don’t have to do the dishes. You just go on and enjoy your day."

"Yeah we’re about to head out,” Hiro chimed in.“We’re going to go to the mall today."

"Ok. Y'all have fun.” His aunt said and began to gather up the plates.

Varian felt a little guilty leaving her with all the work of cleaning up, but she had insisted otherwise and the others were already starting to leave. Varian told her thank you once more and waved goodbye. She flashed him a warm smile in return as he left.

#tangled the series #varian #BH6 the series #hiro hamada #tts #tangled #bh6 #aunt cass #wasabi #ruddiger #honey lemon #gogo #fred #of rocks and robots

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just-some-gt-trash · 4 years

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4.-Promise

The prompt list was made by @hiddendreamer67

AN: Prince and the pauper AU! The idea just popped in my head and then it went like, let’s make it gt, I kind of struggled figuring out how it was going to work tho, but here it is! I hope you enjoy it and wait for the other parts soon :D

There was a knock on the door of his room “Prince Roman, prince Logan has arrived, he desires to see you”

“Let him in” ordered Roman, he finished brushing his hair and put his crown on, the door opened soon after revealing Logan.

“Good afternoon Roman” he said, getting closer to him, he bowed in front of him before taking his hand and kissing it.

Roman blushed at the act “Lo, we’ve talked about this, there’s no need for formalities”

Logan smiled and stood gay straight “Apologies, it’s hard to remember we’re friends, given the long time we’ve been apart recently”

“Are you saying you missed me?”

“In simple words, yes, I did miss you Roman”

Roman smiled and hugged the taller guy, Logan was the prince of the neighbour kingdom, he and Roman have been friends since childhood, and neither of them was oblivious to the fact that their families wanted them to marry someday.

Logan hugged back, they pulled apart after some seconds, they spent the rest of the afternoon talking about the last years, on which they both have been way too busy to visit each other.

When night fell, they both were at the top of the highest tower, looking at the stars and the lights of the kingdom, Roman leaned to the taller prince and rested his head on the others shoulder “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“It is, I’ve always loved the stars” said Logan.

“Oh, yeah they’re really pretty too” said Roman looking up at them “but I was talking about the kingdom” he returned his sight to the town.

Logan looked down “Could you explain?”

Roman smiled “every single person in the town is able to do whatever they want they don’t have to worry if the smallest action will change the destiny of their whole kingdom, they’re free”

“I’m guessing this is not just about the kingdom”

“It’s just” Roman sighed “I don’t think I’m ready for all this responsibilities, I don’t know if I’ll be able to rule this people, I would rather have a normal life”

Logan smiled at the other prince “You are, you’ll see, this kingdom will be so lucky to have you as their king”

Roman looked at Logan’s eyes and smiled back “Thank you Lo”

“I’m just telling the truth” Logan said, resting his head on Romans “but your welcome”

Logan had to go back to his kingdom the next morning, Roman watched from the window as his carriage got further away, and just as the day before, he was interrupted by a knock on the door “come in Thomas”

As he heard his name, Thomas went into the prince’s room, he was his teacher, so he had known Roman since he was a kid “Good morning your highness”

“Good morning” said Roman, getting away from the window and turning to see Thomas, who had a cape on his hands, but Roman didn’t question it “What are you going to teach me today?”

“Actually, I accidentally heard your conversation with prince Logan yesterday, and I’m sorry about it, but, I figured out that if you’re so curious about the people on your kingdom, we could walk around town instead of your lesson of today” said Thomas.

Roman’s eyes shone and a smiled appeared on his face “Really?! Is dad going to allow it?”

Thomas smiled “I’ve already took care of everything, we’ll go when you’re ready but” he said extending the cape on his hands to the prince “You’ll have to go undercover”

The prince took the cape “Of course, I’ll just put this on and we can go” Thomas nodded and walked out of the room.

Roman and Thomas got out of the carriage and it went back to the castle, Roman had the cape on, so it will be hard for someone to recognise him, they walked through the crowd, Thomas showed him some places he used to visit a lot before he started living in the castle ”Why don't you walk around here while I buy us some drinks?” Said Thomas once they arrived to the center of the town.

The prince nodded exited and Thomas walked to a small store, Roman looked around all the people, he walked between them without getting too far away from where his teacher was, the crowd started to grow rapidly and Roma was getting uncomfortable between all the people, he wasn’t used to that.

He walked to an alley playing with his ring, something he did when he was nervous, he leaned on the wall and accidentally took his ring off and it fell to the floor “great” Roman kneeled and picked his ring up, but he noticed something else by the corner of his eye, he turned his head and looked at it, a small person, running close to the wall, the prince got closer to it, looked around and then scooped it up after he was sure no one was looking at him.

The small person yelped and struggled in Roman’s grip “shh shh, I’m not going to hurt you” the prince hid behind some boxes and opened his hand to see the tiny closer “wow, you’re so small”

The tiny backed away from Roman and almost fell form his hand, Roman caught it with his other hand “careful little guy, you don’t want to fall”

The small person looked at the side of the human’s hand, it walked back to the middle of the hand seeing the distance between it and the floor, it looked at Roman’s eyes and he could now see it’s face clearly.

“Oh god, we’re identical” he said, taking off the hood of the cape, revealing his face to the small being who gasped as he saw what Roman meant.

They both had freckles, a tan shade of skin color, light blue eyes and their faces had the exact same form, they could have been mistaken for twins if it wasn’t for the hair, Roman’s was dark brown and the small person’s was light brown, the fact the the tiny was wearing glasses, even if Roman did use glasses for reading, and of course the size.

“Y-You’re right” finally said the small person, it seemed this weird coincidence got all the fear away from it- him?- Roman wasn’t sure how to call him anymore “I-I’m Patton” he said, with a small (heh) smile on his face.

“Roman” he said grinning, he was glad Patton was kind of trusting him.

“Roman? L-like the prince?”

Roman laughed nervously “yeah, it most be because I’m the prince”

Patton’s eyes went wide, Roman was surprised such a tiny being could open his eyes that much “Y-Y-You’re the prince?!” He played nervously with his hands and then bowed awkwardly “It’s a... a pleasure to meet you sir”

“No no please” Roman used his finger to raise Patton’s head “I don’t really like formalities, and I’m not going to force my tiny doppelgänger to use them”

Patton flinched at the touch but giggled at Roman's comment ”thanks, I'm not really familiar with royalty and what you have to do in their presence, I'm just a normal civilian, if you don't take in count the size factor of course”

Roman smiled ”well, big or small, you're another one or my citizens, and I'll treat you like it”

”Roman!” Screamed Thomas catching the prince's attention, he turned around to see his teacher who was getting closer to him, forgetting about the tiny man on his hands for a moment ”There you are, I've been looking for y-” he stopped talking, focusing on Roman's hands.

The prince followed Thomas's sight ”Oh right, uhm... Thomas this is Patton” he said, raising his hands.

Thomas looked around and pushed Roman further into the alley ”Your highness, what are you doing with a borrower?”

”Borrower?” Asked Roman, unfamiliar with the term.

”H-How did you?“ Asked Patton, no human was supposed to know about them.

”Don't worry, there was a family of borrowers in my old house, I know how to keep the secret” he said to Patton.

Patton sighed, more or less relieved ”I-I'm not quite sure I'm understanding” said Roman, still confused.

”A borrower lives in human's walls and depend on them, no offence”

”Don't worry, we collect crumbs of food and small materials to survive” explained Patton.

Roman sighed dramatically ”that sounds horrible! I can't believe you've been living like this!”

The borrower shrugged ”It has been this way since I can remember, besides I don't have to limit to one house, I gather stuff from all around the kingdom”

”But still, you shouldn't just survive, you should be able to live your life, enjoy it” said Roman, gesturing.

”I mean...” said Patton ”can't really do much when you're four inches tall”

Roman gasped, startling the borrower and the other human ”I've had the greatest idea, you could come with me and live in the castle!”

”Uhh... I'm not sure that's the best idea your highness” said Thomas

”It'll be perfect! I can take care of you, I'll get you a proper place to live, and you'll never had to worry about survive again!”

Patton had to admit it did sounded good, but he didn't actually hate his life, and he couldn't leave Virgil behind either ”I appreciate the offer Roman, but I'm fine here, and that sounds like I'll be some sort of pet”

”What?” Roman made some offended princey noises ”Of course I wouldn't treat you like a pet! I would just give you food, a proper home to sleep, proper higiene, and- you're right it does sound like a pets life...” he said and then groaned.

“Then, if all of this is over, I think we should return to the castle” said Thomas.

“Already? But I don’t want to leave Patton here...”

Patton smiled up at the prince “It’s not that bad, I’ll be fine here, I’ve always been”

Roman sighed “fine, should I just leave you in the ground?”

“Near those boxes please” said Patton pointing at them.

“Alright” Roman kneeled and left Patton in the floor.

Patton got closer to his entrance, he turned to see Roman “It was a pleasure to meet you Roman” he said with a smile, he opened the small door in the wall and was about to go inside.

“Wait” said Roman, stopping the borrower before he could enter the walls “will I ever see you again?”

Patton smiled, he doubted they would cross paths again soon, but he was hoping it happened “What if I see you here next week?”

Roman’s face lighten up “That sounds perfect!” He got his fist closer to the borrower, only his pinky finger was extended “promise?”

The borrower touched the human’s pinky with his own “Promise”

To be continued...

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theangriestpea · 5 years

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Red Handed

A/N: This is based off of a very wild dream I had last night. It went a little differently than this, some details have been changed. I’m still on break so expect real updates next month :>

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Shameless smut, Gang activity, Dirty talk, Unprotected sex (pls be safe xoxo)

((image by @dailyrivermale))

You listened to the light clinking of metal as your fellow Serpent picked the lock to the auto parts store. Your eyes kept drifting over to his broad form, hunched over with small curses falling from his lips. His ass in particular looked perfect, even in the dimly lit alleyway.

The lock finally gave away and he straightened to his full height, towering over you as he turned to meet your eyes. A proud smirk was on his lips, his tongue teasingly running across them as he looked over your figure.

You wore your own take on a cat suit, a tight black leather jacket and a form fitting black mini skirt. It probably showed way too much skin to be conventional, but you wanted to look hot tonight.

No one would be seeing you but your counterpart, but you’d been trying to catch his eyes for weeks now. You teased one another and flirted relentlessly, yet nothing ever came of it. The sexual frustration alone had you on edge and not the good kind.

Jughead had given you this job to prove yourself to the gang. You were to steal some much needed bike parts from one of Hiram Lodges’ auto parts stores. Sweet Pea had so far been like your mentor. It took him some time to warm up to you, but once he did the energy between you both became like static – electrifying and exciting.

Needless to say you were quite happy to be paired with him in this venture. You didn’t really know much about motorcycles or what parts that the Serpent King needed. Luckily Pea knew plenty and planned on grabbing the parts while you kept watch.

“Remember the plan, doll?” Pea asked, his eyes lingering on the exposed parts of your thighs. The pet name sent a thrill through you and your legs unconsciously squeezed together to try and stop any wetness forming from the sound of his voice.

You nodded your head, “I’ll keep watch while you look for the parts. If I see blue lights then I call for you.” A coy smile spread across your lips at him.

“Good girl,” Sweet Pea said teasingly, patting you on the head before heading inside. He went to the alarm system and quickly deactivated it. Part of your mission was to scout out the place beforehand and figure out what the pin code was.

Your lower lip caught between your teeth as you now had to separate from him. You paused, taking in the look of him in the security lighting. Sweet Pea noticed you staring at him and waved you off into the direction that you needed to go.

“Better go look for cops instead of looking at me, princess.” He said dismissively before walking off to another part of the store.

You moved to the main window, getting down on your knees to hide beneath the sill. Your eyes stayed on the parking lot and the main street outside, the darkness lit only by yellow street lights.

In the distance you could hear Sweets rifling through the shelves, grabbing things he needed and putting them into the black duffel you two brought with you.

Frustration was welling inside of you, overcoming you completely as your fingers trailed the hem of your black skirt. You slid the hem up slightly, your digits moving to your inner thigh.

The pads of your fingertips lightly pressed against your already swelling clitoris through your underwear. A tiny gasp left your lips at the spark of pleasure that ran through you. Your vision started to become hazy as you rubbed your clit in small, electrifying circles.

You quickly moved your hand inside of your underwear so that your touch was unobstructed. Moaning softly, your other hand snuck in so that a finger could ghost your entrance. Your eyes became hooded as you inserted your finger fully into your already wet core.

You leaned over so your forehead was pressed against the ledge of the window, hips moving to grind down against your finger in an attempt to feel more. A whimper escaped you, the danger of being caught thrilling you more. What if he saw you right now? What would he do? Would you be kicked out for not doing your job?

Your head lifted slightly so you could at least try to look for cop cars, hot breath fogging up the glass of the window. You heard footsteps behind you, making your heart leap into your throat.

Sweet Pea was staring at you, watching you touch yourself and ride your fingers. Your first instinct was to hide yourself from him, but you couldn’t pull your hands away from their workings. Him seeing you in such a state practically had you gushing with arousal. Your hips moved even more furiously, fingers moving expertly, and you couldn’t help but moan.

Your eyes dared to slip closed as his steps came closer to you, bag landing heavily against the ground when he dropped it. “Are you in here fucking yourself while I do all the work?” He asked in a low tone. It wasn’t angry, more teasing and amused.

All you could do in response was whimper again. “Does breaking and entering make you that horny, baby girl?” He asked, voice still deep with an indiscernible emotion. “That’s so dirty.”

He moved even closer and you inserted a second finger. “Pea,” You breathed out, turning your head and opening your eyes to look at him. Your eyes widened when you saw that his cock was already out, hard and practically throbbing as he stroked it. When had he even unzipped his pants? Were you too wrapped up in your own edging to hear him?

“Yes, sweetheart?” Sweet Pea asked, his voice laced with desire as he teased himself with his thumb.

“Fuck me, please,” You begged, feeling an orgasm building from your own effort. But you wanted more, seeing him out and standing at attention had your fingers suddenly feeling small and inadequate.

He breathed in sharply at your request. Not that it wasn’t clearly obvious that it’s what you wanted him to do, it was just more a turn on to hear you say it. “Only if you keep watch.” He said, “if you think you can do that, then take your panties off.”

His order had you groaning in frustration. Could you focus enough to keep a look out while he was ramming you from behind? You didn’t know but hell it was worth a try. You removed your hands from yourself and hooked your fingers over the elastic of your underwear, pulling them down and perking your ass up for him.

Sweet Pea moved so that he was positioned behind you, a rough unoccupied hand pushing up your skirt so that your ass was bare for him. He ran his palm over one of your cheeks before smacking you hard.

A whimpered tumbled out of your mouth at the sting. He grabbed your hip roughly, and teased you by running his tip along your slit. “Fuck, baby, how are you this wet from just touching yourself?” He asked you, surprised that you were dripping for him.

You weren’t sure if the question was rhetorical or not, but chose not to answer regardless. He aligned himself with your core before easily pushing in. His size stretched you, making you moan loudly. “Look forward.” Sweet Pea ordered as he pushed into you all the way to his hilt.

You both let out a pleased sigh, taking a moment to feel one another. The peaceful moment only lasted a second before he pulled out and slammed into you again. Your body jerked forward and you had to put your hand on the glass to keep from hitting your head.

Pea started with a relentless pace, hands gripping your hips to hold them into place. Since you were already on edge to begin with, it only took a minute or two before you were on the brink again. “Don’t cum yet,” Pea said, leaning over to whisper into your ear. “Hold it.”

You moaned out a whine as you struggled to keep your eyes open and looking outside the window. The glass was foggy now from body heat and heavy breathing, and it was getting hard to even see outside of it. Still you worried that if you stopped trying then Pea would pull out and leave you unsatisfied.

Sweet Pea moaned out your name as he increased his pace. Your muscles were tensed tight as you held back your orgasm, an almost overwhelming amount of pressure was building up causing you to feel like you were going to go insane if you kept this up much longer.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled on it, causing your back to arch. You put your other hand onto the glass as well to prop yourself up. One of his hands snaked around your body to grab onto your breast and tease your nipple.

The sensation put you over the edge completely and you could no longer stop yourself as you came hard against him. He tugged on your hair in response as your body spasmed, completely unhinged. Moans loud enough to bounce off the walls of the building filled the room.

“I didn’t tell you, you could cum.” Sweet Pea hissed threateningly. His pace didn’t let up and he showed no signs of stopping. You couldn’t even tell that he was getting more desperate for his own release. He tugged on your nipple hard enough to make you whimper in a pleasing kind of pain.

“Pea,” You tried to say warningly but no other words would come out. After a few more minutes of rough thrusts, skin smacking hard against skin, Pea released inside of you. His hot seed filling and warming you simultaneously. He let go of your head so you slouched forward against the window. “Pea!” You managed to say again through heavy puffs of breath.

He made an acknowledging sound, unable to actually say anything either. It was too late, the door was being bust down and Sheriff Jones was standing before them.

“Boy, you couldn’t have gone one night without keeping your pants on?” He shouted, turning away to avoid seeing too much of their exposed skin. Sweet Pea just laughed as he pulled out and pulled your skirt down to cover your ass respectfully. That didn’t stop his semen from dripping down your leg.

FP shook his head, still not looking directly at them. “Get dressed, get the parts, and for Christ’s sake get the security tape before you leave.” He spoke into his radio, telling dispatch that the coast was clear and it was a false alarm.

Pea helped you stand so you could pull your underwear up. You had to lean against him as your legs were still wobbling from the intensity of the orgasm. He rolled his eyes playfully before throwing you over his shoulder, earning a squeak of surprise. He grabbed the back with his free hand effortlessly. His display of strength was enough to start turning you on all over again.

“If that gets you going, princess, just wait until I get you back to Sunnyside. Then we’ll really have some fun.”

#sweet pea #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea fanfiction #sweet pea fanfic #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea smut #sweet pea imagines #riverdale #riverdale smut #riverdale imagine #riverdale fanfic #southside serpents #southside serpents imagine #this is not very well written because I'm exhausted #but oh well #it's smut so w/e lol #reader insert

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libraford · 5 years

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If you have ever been on I-70 going between Indianapolis and Dayton, Ohio- you will have undoubtedly seen a giant candle looming on the south side of the road as you pass Centerville.

(It should be known that Centerville is in fact in the center between the McDonald’s whose interior includes no less than four different kinds of plaid and a billboard that says ‘Jesus is the Answer, America’- infamous for its terrible clipart.)

No one asks what the giant candle is because every possible direction going on I-70 there are giant billboards advertising the Warm Glow Candle Company Outlet, and particularly memorable is the advertisement for the Nicest Bathrooms on I-70!

Considering that just on the other side of the highway is the infamous Dairy Queen that chased us out of the empty men’s room for being women who needed to pee while the women’s room was being cleaned... it’s not a very high bar.

But since we weren’t in a hurry to get anywhere this time, we decided to stop and see if they do, in fact, have the Nicest Bathrooms on I-70... so you don’t have to.

Warm Glow is the closest thing to a tourist trap that Southern Indiana has. As a connoisseur of tourist traps, I can attest- it is an experience in Americana and the only way it could be more Midwestern is if it was covered in corn.

... which would then make it the Corn Palace in South Dakota... which we have also been to.

That’s back when I wore jeans! Be blessed by the image of pre-Ohio Lee. Gaze upon the frightening corn and be humbled. Glory to the corn!

But anyhow, for once this is not about corn.

It’s about candles.

So you drive up and almost miss the turn because the ACTUAL entrance is a little bit down a-ways, but the road that LOOKS like it goes to the giant candle actually takes you back the highway. So don’t make that mistake like I almost did. Twice.

This place is kind of ridiculous. We went at Christmas-time so there was a Christmas tree caged in a gazebo, lights everywhere. People were walking around outside and stretching their legs. We saw a very tiny puppy.

Lots of roadside attractions try to make themselves pet-friendly because truckers and travelers will have dogs with them and if you can make sure everyone’s having a good time you might as well make sure the dog’s not locked in the car. So we saw a lot of dogs. A+ for dogs.

So this is about the bathrooms, but you have to get to the bathrooms, which are in the back of the building. Beyond a bright red door with a peacock-motif stained glass window is a vast array of handmade things that no one ever needs, unless they forgot to buy a Christmas present for their in-laws. In which case, they have everything you could possibly need- as long as it’s a candle.

You’d think a place like that would smell like Bath and Body Works, but surprisingly it just smells like wood. And part of that is due to the fact that their candle displays are set up like this:

With each candle, wax melt, and air spray displayed on one side of a four-sided kiosk. Do you want kettle-corn scented candles? One side. Summer lemonade? Another side. Pecan Sandy? Another side. You can walk by the same kiosk several times and smell a different thing each time like some kind of Midwestern Amortentia.

These kiosks are throughout the entire store.

Before you get to the bathrooms, you pass a little diner section that smells strongly of coffee- but you have to pee so... no.

Let me tell you. They really do have the nicest bathrooms along I-70, to my knowledge.

This bathroom... has a chandelier

We are swimming in Wayne County Chic! The luxury! I am immersed in decadence! Call St Peter and tell him that no heaven could compare to this particular bathroom on I-70. I shall sin freely, knowing that this bathroom existeth beyond the pillars.

Annnnnd no one wants to spend eternity in a bathroom, so that’s the end of that.

But then you have to get back outside and it is hard not to get distracted. There are... so many things. You want fuzzy socks? This place got fuzzy socks. Amish pie fillings? You got it! Sparkly silk flowers? The sparkliest!

It has a partial igloo full of somewhat creepy Christmas dolls.

As far as I can tell, this is a permanent fixture. Like it’s not just there because it’s Christmas. It’s just Like That (tm)

And you’re almost out of there, heading towards the front and you realize that in the middle of the building... is another building.

Which is filled, four walls full- of tourist pamphlets.

Just... tons of them! Every possible attraction you could think might be in Indiana... which is sadly not a lot, but by the gods did they try. Wanna go on a wine tour? A chocolate tour? An antiques tour?

I’ve got great news for you! They’re all the same tour. There’s not a lot to do in Indiana, and that’s why we have the Warm Glow Candle Company.

I grabbed a newsletter about Richmond, IN- another adventure that I’ll need to tell y’all about later.

Eventually, we found a gift for my in-laws that was surprisingly not a candle (it was popcorn.) And as we were leaving, we saw this sign- which did nothing but confuse us:

Which I have decided is my Hogwarts house. Our colors are rose gold and whatever color the Spiced Pomegranate Wine candle was. Our crest is a martini glass. We suck at Quidditch.

And that’s the whole experience of the Warm Glow Candle Company Outlet looming ominously from the side of I-70 and I can say with the utmost confidence that it is, in fact...

... a place.

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