#sorry to this child but she is already being mined for content so!
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Again | Q.Hughes
summary: “and you watched it again, and again, and again”
warning: mature themes and mentions of sex. minors do not engage.
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Quinn didn’t like people. He wasn’t outgoing, he didn’t venture out to find fun. He liked his people, his circle and the things he enjoyed.
He didn’t make new friends with people who weren’t on his team or introduced to him. He just didn’t.
That’s who Quinn was and he was content.
Until he met you.
Quinn had met you at a game, you were a guest of a big VIP suite holder at Rogers. The guy was trying to impress your boss and sent you for the night.
Down in the lounge you had excused yourself to answer a call in a hallway just off the room you were in.
Once you’d hung up you turned to go back automatically being thrown onto your ass on the floor.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” The guy rushed to help you up and you brushed off your skirt.
“I’m fine, I’m fine it’s ok!” You assured, looking up finally.
“I really didn’t see you there-“
“It’s okay, probably the most fun I’ll have tonight” you mumbled with a smile.
His facial expression matched yours in that moment before he looked back to the room you’d obviously come out of “Work thing?”
“Yeah”
“He always tries to impress people by bringing them down here, he’s a bit of a dick”
Your eyes widened in both shock and delight “really?”
“I probably shouldn’t say that but yeah” he sighed.
“Well i best get back” you smiled, reaching out to straighten his tie “Good Luck”
He quirked a smile “Yeah thanks”
You were almost at the door when you heard him call “Hey!”
“Yeah?”
“Can I get your number?” You paused, reaching into your pocket and pulling out your business card.
“Good Luck, Hughes”
Quinn had never done such an out there thing before but he text you that night, just desperate to get to know you.
You became friends and you got to know the other Canucks, you were invited places and hung around with other wives and girlfriends.
Quinn stopped most communication when he left for home in the off season.
You took that as a chance to start dating again, knowing you couldn’t get hung up on him. He’s an NHL player, it would never work.
You had a boyfriend by the time everyone arrived back in Vancouver for the season and Quinn had no idea.
“Hey don’t order yet I’m gonna text y/n and ask if she wants to come over!” Quinn announced, picking up his phone.
“She’s out with Liam tonight for his birthday don’t bother” Elias replied nonchalantly, ordering the takeout on his phone.
Quinn’s eyebrows furrowed “Liam?”
“Her boyfriend?” Brock replied almost as if Quinn were a child.
“She has a boyfriend? Since when?”
“Since the beginning of summer, Quinn have you not spoken to her?”
It was then he realized he actually hadn’t spoken to you. At all during the off season.
That night he was laying in bed he text you.
to: y/n
hey, I’m back in van for the season. want to grab coffee or something?
to: huggy bear 🐻
hey! welcome back!! schedule is pretty packed atm but I’ll text you?
to: y/n
for sure! you coming to the home opener? I can get your ticket.
to: huggy bear 🐻
I never miss it! dw about it brock already sorted mine and liam’s tickets thanks tho!
Quinn put his phone on the nightstand then
“Stupid Liam”
Stupid Liam stuck around until Christmas. He broke up with you when he had to move to New York for work and you guys just didn’t want the distance.
Quinn was delighted, you were heartbroken.
He helped you get through the holidays, opting to not go home to Michigan and instead spend it with you.
He took you out and you hung out when he didn’t want to be recognized outside.
He thought things couldn’t be going better until after the team had won, a shutout win everyone headed to the bar to celebrate.
You were all getting pretty wasted and one thing led to another Quinn had you pinned up against the bathroom wall of the bar fucking you senseless.
When you were done in the bathroom he could hardly keep his hands off you as you exited the bar and into a cab. All the way back to his place where you did it again, and again and again.
When you woke up the next morning with him laying next to you, you pressed a kiss onto his bare shoulder and started getting up.
You hard circles round to his side of the bed to try and find your bra when you felt his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you backwards into the bed with him.
“Quinn!”
He was now hovering over you, looking down with a look you couldn’t quite place and a smile
“Goodmorning” he mumbled, leaning down to kiss you quickly.
Your hands found his cheeks “Mornin’”
“You were trying to sneak out on me” he accused.
“I was trying to save us both the embarrassment”
“I’m not embarrassed. Are you?” He quirked an eyebrow and you shook your head “no”
“Good because if you were embarrassed I couldn’t do this” he continued by pressing kisses on your jaw, down your neck and stopping just above your breasts which still didn’t have a bra on.
You stopped him “Quinn, we can’t do this if we-“ he shut you up quickly by kissing you again.
This continued for a couple of months.
You’d go over to his and sleep together or he’d call you late at night with a
“You up?”
It started taking a toll and you realized soon enough you were falling for him.
You didn’t want to tell him, you had a good thing going here but push came to shove and you decided it was for the best you told him. You had to protect your own heart.
The Canucks were currently on a roadie, in New York while you were sat at home alone with your thoughts.
You knew you should wait until Quinn was home, to do this face to face. So, you left your phone next to you and turned to the tv as a distraction.
That approach reined useless when at 1am you picked it up and texted him.
to: huggy bear 🐻
hey. I know ur probably asleep it’s like 11 there I think? anyway I just had something on my mind I had to say. these past few months have been really fun and weird and Q I just have to get it off my chest that I think I love you. that’s so weird to say out loud lol but I care about you a lot and I hope we can be more than just fuck buddies. well I’m gonna go to bed. goodnight.
You hit send. letting out a breath and putting your phone down.
Lying on the pillow you smiled just thinking about him.
God, you were in love. In over your head.
When the morning came and you checked your phone you expected to see a message from Quinn but you didn’t, all you had were social media notifications and a message from your best friend.
from: bestie
I’m so sorry angel girl. I want you to hear this from me before anyone else sends you it. I love You. I’m here for you.
The message was sent with a link to a tweet.
@hugheswhoree: lmao we were out in a bar in Hoboken last night and my friend hooked up with Quinn Hughes? What is life? Anyway here’s the vid of them kissing ahaha she says he was a good kisser.
You watched the video. Watching how he kissed her, his friends around him laughing at the scene they were witnessing.
Your heart broke but you watched it again, and again and again.
Until the video couldn’t be seen any longer for your tears.
You threw your phone on the couch and sobbed.
“How could I be so fucking stupid?”
You let your phone die that day, not doing anything or talking to anyone.
When you plugged it in the next day and it powered to life you became inundated with texts.
Some usual texts from friends and colleagues, a couple from the girlfriends who had seen the video. Some from Elias and Brock both apologising to you about what happened asking if you were ok.
Multiple from Quinn. Your breath hitched and you pressed the text chain.
from: huggy bear 🐻
oh god
I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
You’ve seen it haven’t you? Please answer the phone I want to talk to you. I want to explain.
Please, Please y/n just answer the phone. I’m begging you to answer.
I love you! I love you too! and I just need you to pick up the phone please…
Tears dripped down your cheeks and your shoulders shook with sobs.
When the Canucks arrived back in Vancouver Brock headed straight to your house, to be the one to check on you and also because you were dog sitting.
He let himself in and found you curled up on the couch with Milo and Coolie.
You looked at him when he walked in, his face dropped “Oh no… don’t cry!”
“You knew…” Is all you said, your bottom lip quivering “I saw you”
“I know, I know but I didn’t know you told him you liked him!”
“I feel so stupid!” You cried, pulled into his arms “I feel stupid Brock-“
“I know, it’s alright” he comforted you, hand rubbing up and down your back.
Brock stayed the night. As much as he wanted to sleep in his own bed he couldn’t leave you so he made home on your couch for the night.
He left you the next morning after making you coffee and assuring you were ok.
He wasn’t gone more than an hour before you heard banging on your front door, approaching the door you looked through the peep-hole, Quinn was standing there on the other side.
“Go away Quinn!”
He sighed, relieved to finally have heard your voice
“y/n, please just open the door I wanna talk to you, please I need to explain-“
“I saw the video Quinn, there’s not much to explain!”
He sighed again, leaning his head on the door “Please”
You decided that you couldn’t listen to him any longer, walking away from the door.
He stayed out there for a while, sitting in front of the door and annoying your neighbours with his continuous talking.
“y/n… I love you. you’re the one who got me out of my comfort zone in life, I hadn’t asked a girl out until I met you and I love spending time with you. I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know why I did it because it was fucking stupid and I wish it was you-“
Quinn was cut off by steps and when he looked up he didn’t like what he saw.
“Hey Quinn, man you good? She not home?”
It was Liam.
“Oh no, no she is-“ “Okay, good. Can I get in?” He asked, making Quinn move out of the doorway, reaching into the plant pot to grab the spare key you kept which Quinn was facepalming about.
“It was nice seeing you man, you want to come in and see her?”
Quinn shook his head lightly “No, I should - I should probably get home! Liam, I thought you moved?”
“Oh I did! I was at your game at Madison Square Garden on Monday actually!” He chuckled “But she called me last night, she was really upset so I came back just to check on her”
Quinn clenched his jaw “Yeah… nice”
“Anyway man I better get in and see her. It was nice seeing you!”
Quinn only nodded his head and left down the stairs.
He’s missed his chance, again.
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you make loving fun. | frankie morales x ofc
four. crystal
content (for this chapter): smut, family gatherings and That really annoying relative, a lot of feelings, a hint of possessiveness, frankie is once again being an idiot
word count: 5.8k
a/n: i'm so sorry for the delay, life's truly kicking my ass and i hope the chapter will make up for it. updates might be a little bit slow from now, but i'll do my best
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“For the first few months of their relationship, Fish didn’t even know it was a relationship. They moved in together, and still he would say stuff like she’s not my girlfriend, we haven’t talked about it, I don’t want to pressure her. Considerate, really, but so–Alba, chiquitita, cover your ears a moment–so fucking dumb. And that was how I knew. We’ve known Frankie a really long time, we’ve been together through a lot, and that was the first time I’ve seen him be so stupid–which is saying a lot. But, after all, isn’t that what love does in the beginning? It makes you foolish, nervous, doubt things you would’ve never doubted before. It was a new look on him, and it made it crystal clear how enamored he was, probably without even realizing it in the beginning–because I know he fell for Camila right off the bat. And I mean, how could he not? He called me, that first morning, and even then Camila was a surprise. Will said it all already–funny, kind, smart, beautiful, but most of all right. You were, and still are, right for him, Cami, the right person at the right time, and that is something rare, something great. Sometimes I think we should thank you more, because you changed Frankie’s life, and with his, ours too–mine for sure, because not only did I get to see my best friend finally start living again, but I also gained a sister. So, one Garcia to the other: thank you. That being said, it’d be nice to have him back every now and then–seriously, they’re practically glued together, can’t keep their hands to themselves to save their lives! I have some stories–”
Frankie’s hand tightened slightly around the glass of water in his grip when he felt a hand clasping him on the shoulder, tight and all too buoyant, shaking him and forcing his eyes away from Camila, Alba and his mother–Alba was lying on her back over Verónica’s knees, the older woman laughing in her chair as the child stretched and let her head dangle back towards Camila, sitting on the grass and smiling.
“Who would’ve thought–young Cisco with an actual girlfriend,” the man at his side was grinning, a glaze clouding his eyes, mouth stained red from wine. “Well, not so young anymore, are you?”
“Takes one to know one, Nicky,” he retorted with a hint of a laugh, some of the tension melting from his shoulders when he saw Camila move again at the corner of his eye, could hear Alba’s loud giggles from his spot.
His cousin laughed, clearly not put off by his comment–he wasn’t trying to be mean, exactly, but out of all the people in the family currently gathered in his mother’s backyard–
“So you got one of the last good ones, huh?” he still had his hand on Frankie’s shoulder, standing a step back as they were angled towards the other three. Camila’s hand was underneath Alba’s head, supporting it up as she leaned in, brushing their noses together as the child giggled again. A small smile caught on Frankie’s lips, warmth spreading across his chest. “Man, and she’s good with the kid. You oughta keep this one.”
Frankie’s family wasn’t mean–they’d never given him too much shit for what had happened to him, for what he’d done, at least not to his face and certainly not to his mother’s, for they wouldn’t even be there if they had. But he’d gotten good at understanding people’s double meaning, at hearing the light shift in their voices. You oughta keep this one, not like the last one, or all the others before.
“Thanks, Nic,” he sighed–across the garden, Camila tilted her head as she looked at him. She quirked up an eyebrow, and he was quick to shoot a smile in her direction, the slightest shake of his head at her silent question.
“Fine, too, your girl,” he continued, clearly not put off by Frankie’s lack of trying at keeping up the conversation. “Young face, pity for the grays–I mean, she could always dye it,” he shrugged, before grinning and elbowing Frankie in the side, making him turn fully towards him, his lips pressed in a thin line as he inhaled deeply. “Although I’m sure she makes up for it plenty in–”
“Listen, Nicky–” he exhaled sharply, the sentence dying on his lips when he felt a hand brush up his back, from the lower side up–his shoulders sagged slightly, leaning towards Camila’s touch as she settled at his side.
“Sorry,” soft-voiced, she pulled his cousin’s perplexed gaze towards her, too. “I need to borrow Frankie for a moment–Alba spilled some juice on my dress and I could really use the help before it stains.”
“Oh, of course,” Nic cleared his throat, stepping back, his gaze flickering from one to the other–shy, all of a sudden. Frankie almost rolled his eyes, held in check only by Camila’s hand sliding into his, gently pulling him along.
“Alba wasn’t drinking anything,” he murmured, his head bowed slightly as they walked back inside the house. She shrugged lightly, then looked over her shoulder as she smiled–quick and amused, making him scoff. “Mila–”
“Just come with me for a moment,” she retorted before he could finish forming the protest. “Alba’s with Santiago and your mom, it’s alright,” she added as he went to speak again, walking past the kitchen and living room.
“I’m still not sure why he’s here,” Frankie muttered, making her chuckle and pull him slightly closer as she reached the stairs–he placed the glass on the closest surface at hand.
“According to him, he’s included in the family for the family reunion,” he got closer each step, his now free hand coming up to brush her hip. “Don’t get ideas, Morales,” she added, giving a delicate slap to the back of his hand.
“You’re the one getting me away from the rest of them,” he retorted as she pulled them both inside the bathroom–to which he arched an eyebrow, as if that was proof of his point even before she turned the key. “Really difficult to not get any ideas now,” Camila laughed, shaking her head before turning fully to face him, eyebrows slightly arched. “What?”
“Out with it,” she said simply, resting her hands on the countertop of the sink behind her back. Frankie frowned slightly, stepping closer again–she tipped her chin up to look at him, her gaze soft.
“With what?”
“You’ve been jumpy all day,” she told him, voice as soft as her eyes, and he wondered if he was truly that obvious or she simply knew him so well. “Your family is not so bad, you know? I mean, Nicky is–” she let the sentence hang, mouth turned in a grimace.
“Yeah, I’m sorry,” he sighed, and she shifted the weight on one hand to reach for his face with the other, cupping his cheek.
“You don’t have to apologize, honey,” she hummed, thumb brushing along the apple of his cheek, warm from the sun. “I like them–by now somebody in my family would’ve started a fight for sure,” she added with a quick grin that made him scoff out a laugh, gaze lowered. “But they’ve all been nice,” he must’ve tensed up again, because she tilted her head to try and meet his gaze. “Is that it?”
“No, it’s–I’m glad they are, it’s just–” her hand moved down across his cheek and jaw, pushing underneath his chin to get him to look up at last. “It’s nothing. Nicky said some shit, and he talked about me having an actual girlfriend or something,” he scoffed, gaze darting away and back–behind her, he saw their reflection in the mirror, her hair shifting with the movement of both her arms shifting up.
“Frankie, sweetheart,” her words carried her soft smile as she took his cap off, putting it aside because she held his face in her hands, looking at him with such tenderness in her eyes he almost crumbled in front of her, hands twitching at his sides. “So what?”
“I don’t know,” he groaned softly, eyes shut for a longer moment before letting out a long sigh. “We just never discussed it, and people keep bringing it up, and I didn’t want to pressure you or–” when he looked at her again, her lips were parted, brows knitted tightly with perplexity as he repeated, “I don’t know.”
“Pressure me?” her confusion bled into her voice, her touch getting a little hesitant for a moment–if he were to look past her head and into the mirror, Frankie would register the guilt in his gaze. Instead, he only noticed the realization dawn in her eyes. “Oh.”
“I’m sorry–I kept thinking I would bring it up and then never did and I was worried it would be too much, or too early,” he shifted back a little, her hands falling to his shoulders.
“Wait, so this is because he called me your girlfriend?” she asked, a little baffled. At his little nod, a quick laugh escaped her, and she pushed herself towards him. “Frankie, honey, we’ve lived together for two months,” she smiled as she said it.
“I know,” she locked her hands behind his neck, pulling him slightly closer in the process, fingertips pushing at the nape of his neck. “I just didn’t want to assume,” she laughed again, a little louder, and Frankie frowned once more, pouting slightly. “Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’m not, I promise I’m not,” she said quickly, getting herself closer, though still laughing. “I’m sorry, just–I thought there was nothing to discuss. You’re it for me?”
“You–” he was still frowning, a little deeper, and she let one hand move from the back of his head up across his face, gently kneading the spot between his eyebrows where lines were etched. “You’re still laughing. Camila–”
“I’m sorry,” she repeated, unable to help herself as she shook her head through the laughter turned giggles, shifting her body weight so she was leaning against his chest. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her, keeping her upright and ducking his chin to keep his gaze on her face, the lines at the corner of her eyes deepening as her smile widened. “Why would you worry about that, honey?”
“You told me you thought you’d jumped in too fast with that guy,” he’d been that guy for months now, no longer Jason–Camila found some amusement in it, her nose scrunching up.
“I did,” she nodded, bringing a hand to his chest while the other still cupped the back of his head. “But you’re not him, and I’m no longer 20-something, so I’d like to think I’ve wised up,” Frankie sighed, carefully lowering his head towards her. “Then again, I’ve moved in with you after–what, eight months? So maybe–”
“Mila,” he groaned in half-complaint, making her laugh again before she tipped her chin up, kissing him in full. He sighed again, the tension in his back melting away as her fingers brushed through his hair, the other palm pressed firmly against his heart.
When she didn’t pull back, Frankie’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him and straightening his back to sweep her off her feet, taking the half step that separated them from the countertop to sit her there–he slotted himself between her legs, her back arching slightly as her lips parted for his tongue.
He kissed and kissed and kissed her until the rest of the world blurred away, until there was no Nicky or Jason, no Santi nor the rest of his family, just the two of them tangled together, sharing soft breaths and touches and the only thing grounding him was the weight of her against him, the shift of her body as he let his hands wandered back and thighs and legs, right underneath her dress.
“Are you gonna ask me, then?” she breathed out once they parted, heavy breaths from both of them and Frankie’s vision blurry for just a moment as he chased her, interrupted only by her soft words, the hint of laughter in them.
“What?” he licked his lips as if trying to cling onto the taste of her, fingers digging into her flesh. Her cheeks were red, bruised lips as she looked up at him while it all came back into vision for Frankie. “Is it–official?” her smile turned into a snort at the uncertainty in his tone, a shimmer in her eyes to highlight her amusement.
“You can do better than that, Francisco,” she murmured, mockingly, and he huffed out a breath as his lips quivered in a semi-pout. Camila leaned forward, kissing it away, but before he could chase her again she pulled back abruptly–one hand on his chest, the other falling behind her over the counter to support herself.
“You’re enjoying this too much,” he scoffed, letting his hands travel a little up across her skin, the skirt of her dress bunching up with the movement.
“Maybe,” she said with a light shrug, letting her hand travel down across his torso, lingering on each button–just teasing to undo them, Frankie’s eyes following the movement as his own fingers moved up and up. “You know what I’m going to say,” she murmured then, the tip of her first and middle finger hooking in his belt and pulling him forward ever so slightly, “ask.”
“I don’t need to ask,” he lowered his head towards hers, hooking his fingers at each side of her underwear–she squeezed her knees at his sides, humming softly as he pulled. “Do I?”
“Ask,” she repeated, lips still curved in an amused smile.
“Camila,” uttered as a warning before he kissed her again, a little harsher than before, almost feverish, pulling and pulling at her underwear that wouldn’t shift.
He could feel the laughter bubbling in her throat as she pushed against his lower stomach to make him step back, hopping down the counter to bare her lower half–Frankie kept his hands on her legs, her dress bunched up between the two of them, and slowly began lowering himself, ready to shift onto his knees in front of her.
“We don’t have time,” she mumbled against his lips, swiftly undoing his belt. “Later. Home.”
“Did you not tell me to not get any ideas?” his mocking question ended with a groan when she cupped her hand to his front, stroking his already half-hard length from above his briefs–his hips twitched into her touch, and he felt the grin forming on her lips at his immediate reaction.
“Ask me,” she replied instead, stroking him again.
Again, and again, until he was panting in her mouth, hips bucking with each movement–Frankie kissed her one more time before turning her around, her hands coming down against the counter for balance as he gently kicked her legs apart to slot himself closer, his still clothed front pressed against her back.
“I don’t have to ask,” he repeated, punctuating each word with a kiss to her neck, one hand to her hip as the other bared himself. Camila’s reflection smiled in the mirror, her head ducked as if hiding herself but not quite, as he pushed the tip of his length against the seam of her folds. “You’re my girl, aren’t you?” he murmured then against the shell of her ear.
Before she could form a response, her mouth fell open as he nudged at her entrance, slowly–agonizingly slow–starting to push into her. Her eyes rolled back and she nodded, soft gasps leaving her as she gripped the countertop, both of Frankie’s hands now on her hips, guiding her back to meet him.
“Look at you,” his gaze remained glued to the mirror as she tilted her head back towards him–her eyelids fluttered a moment, trying and failing to focus on their reflections as he kept going. “My beautiful girl,” another kiss to her neck, right behind her ear, making her shudder and rock her hips back. With a groan, his front pressed to her back as he sank fully inside her, he spoke against her shoulder, “mine.”
“’Course I am,” she panted, her thighs trembling slightly against his. “Yours,” at the word, Frankie’s cock twitched, his grip on her hips tightening. “God–Frankie,” she moaned, back arching as her walls fluttered around him.
“Baby, you gotta keep quiet,” he mumbled, pushing forward so her hips were against the countertop, and he was leaning against her in turn. One arm wrapped around her middle to keep her flush to him, he let his other hand wander up across her torso, the fabric of her dress wrinkling underneath his touch.
“Thought you liked it when you could hear me,” her gaze flickered over their reflections, down to his rising hand and up to meet his eyes, a flush spreading from her heaving chest up and her lips slightly parted.
“Yes,” he shifted back, the slow drag of his length as he pulled out almost all the way making her breath quicken. “When I–” he snapped his hips forward, and Camila bit down onto her lip to keep herself from crying out, knuckles turning white as she gripped the counter a little harder, “can. Not the rest of the family.”
“We wouldn’t be here if that were a problem,” each word felt like it was punched out of her chest, Frankie’s movements steady, hitting a spot deep inside of her that had her vision wavering. “You enjoy the thrill, Francisco,” she added–not a question, rather her ability to read him so perfectly laid out in a tease.
And he did–he liked his life, his new one, with no drugs and very little alcohol, a steady, almost boring job, a home with the two halves of his heart, a bed with hogged blankets and slow nights. He loved that life–but sometimes he missed the rush, and Camila seemed to know exactly when he felt like he was starting to waver. Exactly what to do about it so that he wouldn’t topple over again, returning back to her each time.
“Fuck–don’t stop, don’t stop,” he’d gotten so lucky. He was so goddamn lucky.
The hand that had been traveling up her body moved up again, grabbing her by the chin to turn her head so that he could kiss her, and kiss her, and kiss her, swallowing each sound away as he picked up his pace, his hips snapping against her skin almost too loudly–and only spurring him further.
A shiver ran through her as Frankie stopped with one last thrust, his head falling into the crook of her neck as he came–he tightened his hold around her, keeping her flush to his front. Her walls fluttered around his length buried deep within her, a weak, frustrated cry leaving her at his sudden stillness–he breathed out a quiet laugh before pulling his head up, chin hooked over her shoulder as he brought two fingers to his mouth, coating his fingertips before reaching for the apex of her core.
“My beautiful, beautiful girl,” Camila’s pupils were wide, eyes glazed over as she let her head loll back and sighed at his perhaps-too-delicate initial touch. Each of Frankie’s words was accompanied by a soft kiss across her skin–cheek and jaw and neck, his gaze never leaving her face as he began drawing quick circles over her clit.
“Frankie,” with a breathless cry, she grasped at his arm still wrapped around her, holding her upright. He kissed her neck, humming at her sharp intakes of air with each of his movements.
“I know,” he could feel her muscles grow taut under his touch, her thighs shaking as she got closer and closer–he groaned when she squeezed around his length, sensitive and softening as she tethered the edge. “Come on, baby, I can feel you–so good, you feel so good, baby, you–”
Camila twisted her neck and kissed him abruptly, harsh and trembling as her orgasm rippled through her–she quietened herself, the loud moan muffled by Frankie’s own bruised lips. He drank the noise greedily, slowing down the movement of his fingers until she twitched in his hold and dug her fingernails into the arm she was holding onto, a weak whine as she went limp into his hold.
He pulled out slowly, another softer moan escaping her as she folded forward, hands coming down to the countertop with a shaky exhale and equally shaky arms. His gaze remained low a moment longer, following the slow trail of their combined releases dripping down her thighs, and then he bowed down, kissed the space between her shoulders softly from above her dress.
“You alright?” he spoke softly, hands rubbing soothing circles on her bare hips as she evened her breathing, head hanging forward. She hummed quietly, rolling her shoulders back.
“I just need a minute,” she nodded, bringing her head upright again and wincing slightly. “Jesus–maybe two minutes,” she sighed, and Frankie chuckled softly, another kiss pressed against her shoulder as he tucked himself back in.
“Turn around,” he guided her by the hips tenderly, meeting her eyes for a brief moment in the mirror. “Let me clean you up.”
She hummed softly as she let him move her, leaning back again with her hands on the counter, her breath now even as Frankie recovered a clean towel from underneath the sink, turning on the water and waiting for it to turn lukewarm. Camila’s eyes remained on him as he moved, eyelids low and a tired half smile stretching across her lips.
He sank to the floor in front of her, gently brushing the towel up between her thighs, one hand on her calf rubbing circles with his thumb again against her skin, gentle and soothing. He helped her get dressed back up, smoothing down the skirt of her dress and pressing one last kiss to her now clothed hip before standing back up, mere inches from her.
“Promise me something,” she wrapped her arms around his middle, threading her arms underneath his. Frankie lowered his gaze to her still slightly flushed face, a small frown crossing his brow. “You’re gonna ask me whatever it is that crosses your mind, anything you want to–even if it’s something as banal as is my hair alright,” her fingers curled against his back, gently bringing him closer.
Frankie sighed, cupping her jaw in his hands before nodding–small movements, getting closer to leave a delicate peck against her lips.
“Promise,” he conceded, voice a little hoarse as he kept it low. “We should head back–you okay?” she nodded, mimicking his quick kiss before detangling herself from him and stepping aside, reaching for the door. “Wait, Mila,” he caught her hand as she unlocked the door, her gaze a little perplexed when she turned back around. “Is my hair alright?”
Camila laughed, a light roll of her eyes as she reached for the cap left on the countertop, putting it back on his head and pulling it low over his brow–he grinned in return, tipping his head back to keep his gaze on her.
“Better,” she nodded, wrinkling her nose before opening the door.
He pulled her under his arm once they were into the corridor, fixing his cap as she wrapped one of her arms around him again, bumping her hip with his while they stepped forward–and stopped at the stairs creaking, Santi’s head popping up with a deep frown that vanished as soon as he saw them.
“Ah, there you are–Alba’s been asking for you,” the other man said, looking at Camila, then made a face, somewhere between a pout and a grimace, muttering, “for some reason. Also, is it me or has Nicky gotten worse?” this he asked Frankie, his expression turning into a full scowl. His gaze then darted from one to the other, still tangled together, and surely somewhat guilty-looking–Camila’s face was still reddened, Frankie’s shirt slightly wrinkled, their hair just about messed up. Santi groaned, full on rolling his eyes. “Seriously? Gross.”
Camila laughed, loud and amused, leaving a rapid kiss to Frankie’s shoulder before sliding from under his arm, keeping her own open as she advanced towards Santi.
“Come here,” she said at his mock disdain, reaching for him. “Come on, Garcia–give me a kiss.”
“No, I don’t know where that mouth has been,” he argued, trying to step away and back down the stairs. Camila all but leaped for him, laughing again and throwing her arms around him–he quickly got his arms around her, too, keeping them both upright with a huff of protest as she smacked a kiss against his cheek. “Fish, will you keep your girlfriend in check?”
Frankie just watched them, the quick, purposefully sloppy kisses she peppered across his face from the upper step, his twisted expression as he tried to pull away but couldn’t make a move–they both knew it was an over-dramatization on Pope’s part, that he’d been basking in the affection Camila reserved for them all.
With one last kiss to Santi’s forehead–loud and possibly even sloppier, making him groan in protest–she skipped away with a laugh and a gentle pinch to his arm, one last glance in Frankie’s direction from above her shoulder with a wide grin across her reddened cheeks before walking down the stairs.
“What, no not my girlfriend?” Santi muttered, running a hand across his face before looking back up at Frankie–his gaze somewhat lost towards where Camila had gone.
“No, not this time, actually,” he said, clearing his throat.
“Oh, thank God,” Santi exclaimed, lifting his hands. “Seriously, fucking finally!”
Frankie had gotten used to sleeping as close to Camila as he could get–whether she was curled up in his arms, her back pressed against his front, or her body draped across his, it was rare for them to roll on opposite sides of the bed.
Mostly because she still hogged most of the covers, and Frankie would wake up in the middle of the night with half of himself exposed to the room, and she would then complain his hands were cold when he sought out her warmth.
He didn’t mind it one bit–each excuse he could find to feel her skin under his hands, to wake up and know she was still there, would be enough to make him withstand anything.
And he always woke up first, taking a few moments before her alarm would go off to look at her sleeping, relaxed face, hair braided back and away, eyelids trembling as she seemed to be following her dreams, lips slightly parted to let out soft huffs of air–he would pepper her skin in quick, delicate kisses as soon as she turned off the alarm, tightening his arms around her.
But the alarm didn’t sound that morning, and when he glanced over her shoulder to where the clock was he sat up so quickly the whole room spun, dragging the covers with him before turning towards the already curling up woman, her face twisting in a still-asleep frown.
“Mila, we overslept,” he called, gently shaking her by the shoulder. She groaned softly, burying her face into the pillow. “Mila,” he tried again, and she turned in his direction.
“You overslept,” she protested, bringing a hand up to rub her eyes. “I have the day off,” she added in a mumble, head heavy on the pillow and exposing the sleep lines on her opposite side of the face. “Did you not set an alarm again?”
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, leaning in to press his lips to hers as he brought the covers back up over her while simultaneously sliding off the bed. “I didn't–you know I usually rely on you.”
“And that is twice you’ve made that mistake,” she mumbled, her eyelids drooping again, ever so slowly. Frankie scoffed, quick steps around the room as he searched blindly for some clothes. “I’ll take Alba to daycare, it’s alright.”
“Are you sure? You can go back to sleep,” he was still rummaging through the closet as he spoke, and suddenly the light was on and he could see the shirts hanging in front of him.
“I’m up already,” Camila groaned softly, and turning around he saw her sitting up, rubbing at her eyes again as she suppressed a yawn. Frankie’s expression softened as she kicked her legs off the bed, lingering there a moment with her head tilted forward slightly. “Go finish getting ready, I’ll make us some coffee.”
Frankie grabbed a shirt before turning around, padding across the room to reach her–he tipped her head back gently, hooking one finger underneath her chin before kissing her. Camila hummed softly, her eyelids fluttering open and shut and open again when he pulled back, thumb brushing along her jaw.
“See? I knew it’d be convenient for you to move in,” she snorted at his grinning remark, pushing him back with both her hands on his chest before getting up the bed, stretching as Frankie kissed her again, lips just at the corner of her mouth.
He passed by the living room once he was dressed, Alba sitting on the couch with her morning cartoons playing, hair still ruffled by the night–her breakfast was waiting on the coffee table, along with Camila’s empty mug.
“Morning, nena,” he murmured, placing a kiss to the top of her head. The child moved her legs, bouncing her feet and smiling and looking up at her dad. “Are you waiting for Mila?”
“Ma!” voice laced with sleep, Alba nodded, eyes squinting as she smiled. Frankie chuckled, ruffling her hair before heading towards the kitchen, leaving her to the images on the screen.
It was a new development, ma–an imitation of Frankie, of possibly the other children at daycare. The beginning of a word that signified much more for them both. The three of them, actually. Frankie’s doubts had dwindled with one single word, and he had started to tell her truly what went through his mind (almost everything).
“I’m sorry I woke you up,” he murmured as he walked up to her at the sink, one hand falling to her hip as he reached for the travel mug she was already offering him with the other. She smiled in the reflection of the mirror, taking the moka pot from the turned off stove. “I’ll set an alarm next time, I promise.”
“Heard that one before,” she chuckled, bumping her shoulder into his front as she gently leaned back into his half-hazarded embrace. “Go on now, before you’re late.”
“Thank you,” he kissed the curve of her neck–a peck, really, quick and non-committal. “I love you,” he added then, stepping back.
Camila’s head straightened abruptly, the sleep seemingly still clinging to her leaving her all of a sudden, and in the reflection he saw her eyes widen ever so slightly.
He told her almost everything.
Until that moment. He wasn’t sure he’d fully woken up just yet.
“Alright, bye,” he said just as quickly, a little louder, walking away before she could even begin turning around. Alba babbled for him from the couch and he went on, holding his breath through the corridor and entrance, down the steps and across the front yard until he reached the car.
Only then did he exhale, heavy and almost too loud as he leaned his head forward towards the steering wheel, almost hitting his forehead to the honk in the process, a soft groan abandoning him. I love you. Alright, bye.
“For fuck’s sake–” he muttered, bumping his head against the wheel again. “Alright, bye?” he grimaced. He jumped in his seat at the quick knocking against the window, pulling his head straight quickly and turning around, gripping the mug tighter to not topple it. “What–”
Camila stood next to the car, hair wild around her now that it was unbraided as she gestured at him to lower the window, bouncing ever so slightly on the spot. With a slight frown he did as she asked, and before he could form the question she was leaning into the car, grabbing him by the collar of the shirt to pull him closer and kiss him.
Frankie’s body relaxed, his eyes fluttering shut as he shifted in the seat and brought his free hand to her shoulder–he could feel her lean closer and closer, her torso sticking inside the car as she used his shirt as leverage and kissed him, kissed him, kissed him.
“I love you too,” she gasped, pulling back. Though his gaze was unfocused and he felt slightly breathless, dizzy, he managed to make out the shape of her body draped over the car door, legs dangling and the shirt of her pajama riding slightly across her back. “I thought you heard me already–a while ago.”
“What while ago?” he muttered, still a little dazed. He would think about her smile for the rest of the day, distracted out of his mind.
“I was talking with Alba, she couldn’t sleep,” the tip of her thumb brushed the side of his neck, right where his pulse was stuttering rapidly. “Telling her how much you love her–and I love her, and you,” she murmured, still leaning close, the tip of her nose almost brushing his.
“Well you didn’t tell me,” he could feel the pout on his mouth that seemed to only pull her smile wider. “I just thought–” she kissed him quickly this time, pulling back before he could register it, return it.
“Always a bad idea, honey,” she quipped, her eyes shimmering ever so slightly. “I told you, Frankie–you can tell me anything. Everything.”
“I know,” he sighed with mock defeat, leaning towards her until he was the one resting against the car door and she could touch the ground again, his head sticking out of the window. “Everything?” he asked then, looking up at her once she straightened.
“Yes,” she let her hand shift so it was cupping his jaw, thumb pushing gently into his cheek.
“You keep stealing the covers,” he whispered it, like it was a secret, and after the moment of initial shock Camila laughed. As she laughed, he turned his head to kiss her wrist, the heel of her hand, her palm, words murmured against the soft skin there– “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she repeated–she’d repeat it over and over from then on, whispered close to his ear or shouted from across the house when either one or the other left for the day, mumbled before falling asleep and just awoke. It’d always have the same effect on Frankie. “But I’m cold, so I’m not giving up the covers.”
“I know you’re not,” he chuckled, taking her hand in his to turn it around and kiss her knuckles, too. “I’ll just have to stick close, then.”
She hummed in assent, squeezing his hand in hers before leaning one last time, the kiss too brief for both their tastes–if it were up to them, that’d be where they’d spend the whole day, just as close to each other as they could get.
“I’ll see you later,” she said instead.
Frankie remained in the driveway a moment longer, watching as she ran back inside–still barefoot, a light skip in her step, and one last look over her shoulder towards him.
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Change You Ways || Pt. 2
Part 1
Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Word count: 3.8k words
Summary: after you and Eddie become a thing, its really hard for him to keep his hands off you
Content: 18+ minors dni, unprotected PiV sex, oral sex, choking, swearing, slut calling, pure smut, semi-public sex(?)
a/n this is a part 2 to change your ways and basically i wanted to give some type of ending to this story and just wrote whatever came to mind. I hope you like it
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•••
“Eddie the kids are gonna be here anytime now” you say as you try to get away from his grip. Its probably been a week since you started dating and it feels like this is the happiest you’ve ever been
Eddie grabs you from behind turning you around to face him, his body pressed up against yours he leans in kissing you softly, moving your body against the edge of the table, lifting you up by the back of your thighs and sitting you down on it. You feel his hand caressing your tight slowly lifting up your skirt
“i think me being your girlfriend was a mistake” you laugh “you cant keep your hands off me Munson”
He moved in closer between your legs, god he’s hot
“not when you walk around like this” he says with a look full of need. he lifts your skirt up as you lean back to look at him, there would be a noticeable wet patch on your panties right now if they werent black. “kiss me?” he asks reading the writting displayed in your underwear “dont mind if i do” he says lowering himself winking prepared to meet his mouth to your clothed cunt, your hand finds his hair and you tangle your fingers on it.
Suddenly the hellfire door swings open with Dustin screaming
“WHOS READY TO KILL SOME BEASTS?”
Eddie quickly gets up and you fix your skirt before they could see anything. Dustin stops in his tracks to look at the group and back at you raising an eyebrow he asks “is everything alright? are we interrupting anything?”
“No, no no nothing at all sweetie” you say jumping off the table “i was just on my way out” you walk over to Eddie who now had a tight grip on his dick, you throw your face in your hands laughing you shake your head “im gonna go babe, there’s something i need to take care of” you say almost at a whisper. Eddie looks at you in dispair, all he wants to do is go home and fuck the shit out of you
“oh c’mon baby dont do this right now” he whines “so closeeeee” he says in a whisper, he sounds like an absolute child “see you later?” he asks, you respond with a nod and give him a kiss, soft at first but your need for him takes control over you and you press your body to his bitting on his lower lip, both breathing heavy looking at each other as you break away “you’re sleeping over”
“ermmmm today? i don’t kno—”
“it wasnt a question” he says interrupting you with a serious tone. The look on his face alone with that tone could make you cum right there and then, this more dominant side makes you absolutely feral.
••••••
On your way to Eddie’s trailer you stopped at your house to get your new set of lingerie. You couldn’t wait to see Eddie’s reaction to it and with the way you left things off, there was no better night!
Arriving at the Munson residence you can already smell Wayne’s cooking
“smells deliciousssssssss what we having today?” you say greeting him with a hug
“hello swearheart, we’re having some chilli today” he says proudly poiting at the stove “just you and me tonight right? Eddie is at hellfire?”
“yeah, just me and you tonight” you smile
“sorry, i know you’d rather have him here” he says placing the food on the table. His words break your heart
“why are you sorry? you’re my favorite Munson” you say with a smile hugging him from the side. Wayne returns with a tight hug too letting out a chuckle “thank you Wayne for taking such good care of me”
“you’re like a daughter to me… and to be fair im really relieved he left that cheerleader girl. She wasnt for him, god knows how many times he was talking about you and how he felt” you pop your head up so fast it gave you whiplash “probably shouldnt talk about that…. lets eat” Wayne quickly serves his food and stuffs his mouth with it, regretting immediately what he has previously said.
Once dinner was over and Wayne left for work, you found yourself all alone and still horny from before and thought it was the best time to get things ready.
You walk over to Eddie’s room and started to get undressed, leaving you in nothing but a little see trough black lingerie. You look at yourself in the mirror and admire what you see, shortfly after you spot his handcuffs hanging from the wall behind you
“oh fucking perfect” you say to yourself as you grab them off the wall and handcuff your self to the bed. Soon enough hearing Eddie’s van pull up, you reposition yourself on the bed, legs wide open facing the door
“baby? y/n you here?” he shouts walking in
“yeah im here, ermmmm i kinda need help Eddie” you say trying to sound worried, Eddie rushes over to his bedroom swinging the door open. His body completly frozen in place the second he lays his eyes on you “i kinda got myself tied up in a…. situation” you say bitting your lip into a smirk
“ohhhhh baby” he drags out walking over to you, grabbing his shirt from behind and passing it over his head. Just this move alone got you even wetter “fuckkk you’re hot” he climbs onto the bed kneeling in front of you, his hands tracing your legs opening them wider “this new?” he asks placing his hand at the hem of your panties, you nod with a smile “sooo…. no sentimental value what so ever right?” you nod again bitting your lip, knowing damn well he was gonna rip that shit of you in seconds. Confirmation was all he needed, and the second you gave it to him he was ripping the lace underwear off you leaving him front and center to his favorite view “holy fuck, i could just cum looking at you” he wraps his arms around your legs coming in closer to your heat, placing kisses on your inner thigh sucking on them, leaving small marks. Only more to add to the collection. You feel his tongue brush against your bud making you gasp loudly at the sensation “who gave you the idea of using my handcuffs?” he asks doing the same thing again but this time making eye contact with you
“i-i did” you stutter
“oh you did, did you? cant even speak properly and i’ve barely done anything” he says before inserting his tongue at your entrance and pushing it in. Eddie moans as he feels you on his tongue
“fuckkk Eddie, you’re so good” you praise “you fuck me so good baby”
You feel a smile forming on his face, Eddie loves it when you praise his work.
“gonna cum for me baby? right on my face?” you nod shutting your eyes “i asked you something, you better reply with words”
He locks his mouth with your cunt, his tongue flickering against your clit
“yeah-fuck yeah im gonna cum baby” you moan
Eddie lets go of his grip on your thigh and inserts two fingers in you without warning, the sensation of his fingers hitting just the right spot, curling them inside you and his tongue playing with your clit in absolute perfect rhythm soon untie the knot that was building up in your stomach
“hmmm” he moans as he feels your juices on him “heavenly” he says licking his fingers clean. Eddie hovers over you, positioning himself in between your thighs catching you lips in a kiss, his hand grabbing onto your boob “where did you get this set from?” he asks
“at the mall. i’ve had it for like two weeks but—“
“and im only seeing it now?” he asks almost offended
“you had a girlfriend remember? i didn’t wanna waste this on any random fuck”
“oh right…. my bad” he smiles “but even though i really like REALLY like it on you…. its in the way” he goes behind your back and unclasps the hooks before removing the straps “i wanna keep you handcuffed” you smile at him and watch as he removes the bra off you and throw it to a random corner of his room “you’re so perfect” he says admiring you, taking your nipple in his mouth and grabbing the other one and giving it the same amount of attention. Your eyes shut close at the sensation
“hmm Eddie” you whimper. You feel the fabric of his jeans against you wet pussy as he’s slowly grinding on you, giving you some friction, your pussy clenching at nothing, waiting for him “im going crazy over here Eddie, fuck me already” he lets go of your tit and moves his hand up to your neck, pressing at the sides while he’s continuing to grind his hips against your core
“fuck you’re hot” he says under his breath, he’s getting more and more eager to be inside you, he quickly stops what he’s doing and lets go of your neck. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down just far enough so his dick springs free.
Adjusting himself at your entrance he slides in, the room quickly gets filled with your moans and cries
“ohmygoooood” you moan as you feel him inside you “fuck me hard Eddie”
Eddie’s hand finds its way back up to your neck while his other hand is rubbing at you clit. He picks up his pace, slamming into you harder and harder each time. Your sounds are like sweet music to his ears
“such a tight little pussy! so tight for me uh” he says against you lips “gonna cum for me again? like the good little slut that you are? fuu—fuck you’re good” he looses the grip on your throat letting you breath properly
“bab-baby im-im coming oh my god im coming” you moan loudly as you coat his cock with your fluids, clenching around him he keeps going until he reaches his own orgasm
“jesus christ baby i-“ he coats your walls before he could even finish his sentence. He plops down on top of you, heavy breathing coming from both of you “been waiting for you all day”
“Eddie?”
“yeah baby?”
“can you please uncuff me now? i think im loosing blood flow” you both laugh and Eddie grabs the keys from the nightstand and unlocks to cuffs. Eddie goes back to laying on top of you, head on your chest. Your hands places on his head, playing with his hair. You are so in love with this man its absolutely ridiculous
“you drive me crazy you know that right?” he asks
“like wise” you reply. He kisses your belly and jumps off the bed “where you going?” you ask
“im gonna take a shower…. wanna join?” he asks with a smirk, and there was no way you were gonna let that opportunity pass by
••••
You wake up with the smell of Wayne’s famous morning pancakes. But you hear a strange voice at the door, you cant really make anything of what they’re saying but you still try
“i think you need to get a hand on this Wayne, it’s animalistic” you hear the voice say, it sounds quite bad, so you decide to wake up Eddie
“Eddie? Baby? MUNSON!!!!” you scream shaking him to wake up
“jesus christ what is going on?” he asks confused, still dizzy from waking up
“there’s something thats going on, the neighbors are talking to your uncle but i don’t know whats going on” you get off the bed and walk over to the door, Eddie follows shortly behind
“Wayne i heard them last night, the whole trailer park heard them”
You jaw drops to the floor as you realize whats going on, you look back at Eddie and he’s standing behind you with the biggest smile on his face… of course he is
“They’re just kids Dolores, leave them be” you hear Wayne “you know kids at this age”
“Leave them be? I would love to…. but they wont let me sleep”
You close your eyes and bring your hands up to your forehead, pressing at your temples
“this cannot be happening right now” you say in a low tone “Stop laughing Eddie, its not funny” you smack his across the chest
“oh i think its fucking hilarious. At least everyone knows i fuck you good” he says slapping your ass. You try to show a mean face but the truth is… one you knew it was true and second… you really liked when he slapped your ass
You wait until its silent outside to walk out of the room
“Morning Wayne” you greet with a smile
“Morning sweetie, everything alright?” he asks looking at both of you
“Just peachy” Eddie says with a cocky smile “So what did the nosey neighbor want today?” Your head turns to him, eyes wide open you elbow him in the arm, letting him know he shouldn’t have done that so Wayne doesn’t know you were listening “what? he knows we were listening…. didn’t you?”
“Yes, I knew” Wayne laughs “she just wanted me to tell you that you should try and keep it down next time, poor woman is just trying to sleep, she doesn’t need to know how…. hard y/n wants it…. her words”
You feel the heat flood your cheeks and try to hide your face in your hands
“oh my god” you say against them
“exactly” Wayne snaps back making you pop your head up
“I think shes jealous. Husband prolly doesn’t give her shit so shes jealous when he hears my girl”
“Eddie pleaseeeeee lets stop with this conversation”
••••
At school you became quite the topic of conversation, not only because the the two freaks were together but because everyone knew about what happened with Chrissy. But did you feel guilty? Hell no, you wanted Eddie and you got him, and you made sure everyone saw it, specially when you were all at the cafeteria.
Instead of sitting next to Eddie like usual, he insisted on you sitting on his lap, maybe it was to show everyone you were his, or maybe he liked the way your ass rubbed against his dick and the sneaky hand under your skirt, slowly caressing your clothed pussy without anyone noticing.
And of course, this day wouldn’t be any different to any other day, with Eddie doing just that by taking advantage of your liking for skirts on a hot day. Sitting on his lap you feel his hand on your thigh under the table, going higher and higher reaching the hem of your panties lifting it and placing his middle finger at your bud
“oh shit” you say under you breath, your head drops at the soft pressure he’s applying “oh god”
“y/n is everything alright?” Gareth asks “did you hurt yourself?”
“erm yeah— i-i yeah i bumped my knee on the table its—its really getting to me”
“should try and be more careful baby” Eddie says with a smile “the only type of bruises i want you having are my own” his finger picks up speed as its rubbing at your clit
“hmhm yeah— you’re sooo funny Eddie” you whine, your eyes automatically close shut in pleasure as you feel getting close “holy fuck” you whisper as you get a tight grip on his write, letting him know.
You breathing gets heavy as the adrenaline sits in, Eddie’s hand moves up to your waist squeezing it
“such a good girl” he whispers at your ear “such a dirty good girl”
You turn around grabbing onto his neck, bringing him in a passionate kiss, his tongue playing with yours, moans coming from both of you, truly feels like you’re the only two people in the worlds right now but you weren’t, as you hear a disgusted voice break you from your trance
“oh pleaseeee get a fucking room” you hear Dustin say, covering his face with his hat
“yeah guys cut it off” says Mike
“oh c’mon Mikey, when you’re old enough you too can do these things with your girlfriend” you laugh. Mikes scrunches his nose in disgust
“shut up, im not that innocent….. we’ve kissed before”
“with the supervision of her dad” Dustin claps back
“more than you ever done with Suzie”
“oh please, Suzie is a lady! She needs to be romanticed!!”
“Romanticed? oh please you—“
“SHUT UP” Eddie shouts. The whole table goes quiet “you boys need to calm down. Mike, all the good kissing happens when there is no supervision…. trust me!! and Dustin, you really need to… never mind you’re good”
Dustin’s face lights up with a smile, you can tell how Dustin looks up to Eddie and is in need for his approval.
The bell rings and Eddie takes you to your class. Arriving at the door he holds you by your waist pulling you closer to him
“you’re getting braver and braver every day” he laughs
“well thank you” you lean in for a kiss and his tongue automatically makes his way in your mouth “you really cant control yourself can you?” you smile
“your fault” he replied before kissing you again, hands trailing down to your ass
“you alright there Grabby Hands McGee?” you laugh
“Excuse me? But if the terror twins are finished, i’d like to get started with my class thank you” Mrs. Click says
“Terror twins? Was that a motley crüe reference? Thats really metal” Eddie laughs
•••••
“you ready for our official first date night?” Eddie says laying on your bed, waiting for you to get ready
“hell yeah, what do you have in mind?” you walk out of your walk in closet with a black tight dress and a pair of black pumps, you grab onto some snake hoops and try to put on them. Eddie’s jaw drops at the moment he sees you
“like that? i have some unholy things in mind” he says standing up walking up to you
“you really need to go see if this is a medical condition because you’re getting out of hand” you laugh “what are we doing today?”
“i’ve told you, you’re the one to blame, looking like this, so— so fucking hot all the damn time. and i don’t know we could go see a movie and then maybe finish at night at lovers lake?”
“oh i know damn well what happens at lovers lake….. lets do it” you wink and him.
Later that night you grabbed some food before the movies and ate it on top on Eddie’s van, somewhere in a remote corner of Hawkins.
Soon after you made your way to the movies and got your tickets to watch Texas chainsaw massacre 2.
“you gotta be kidding me” you hear a voice say behind you. you turn around only see Chrissy standing there with Jason “Jason can we go please?”
“We’re not going anywhere. We’re not the freaks here” Jason says louder
“Chrissy, hi” you greet. Eddie’s body turns to face you when he realizes what you’re about to do “I really don’t wanna cause a scene do if you don’t mind telling your creepy little boyfriend to leave me and my boyfriend alone…. his parents can kiss being grandparents goodbye, got it?”
Chrissy’s face freezes in place while Eddie is laughing his brains out behind you. You wave Jason goodbye and walk in the room
“you’re hot when you’re mad” Eddie says
“thought i was hot at any time” you laugh
After the movie is over, you drive out to lover’s lake, its quiet and… alone. Eddie opens his back doors and you both sit at the back of the van facing the lake
“its really beautiful” you say looking out
“really really is” Eddie says staring at you, You turn your face and realize he’s staring at you. Your blush and lean your head on his shoulder, you cant help but to stare at the tent inside his jeans. You bite your lip as a overwhelming wave of need takes over you and you place your hand on his jean’s button “oh yeah baby” he says resting on his elbows. You unbutton his jeans and Eddie lifts his hips up helping you remove his jeans just far enough for his dick to be on display.
“such a pretty dick baby” you praise, tracing the thick vein on it with your thumb, noticing how his dick jumped at your words
“thank you” he mumbled dropping his head back when he feels your spit covering the tip of his dick running down his shaft.
You give him a few pumps, looking at the way his chest is moving unsteady, trying to hold the moans back “fuck baby” he hisses at you as you give him a little squeeze, you smile at him while bitting your bottom lip. You wrap your lips around him and begin to suck while your hand grabs onto his balls massaging them “ohhhh fuck” he moaned. You sucked harder as you hear his moans intensify, he sounds like a fucking pornstar and you were all for it.
You went further down his dick, taking more of him in your mouth, past your gag reflex down your throat. You were so used to this you barely gagged. Eddie brings his hand up to your hair gripping onto it tight, holding you down in place for a couple of seconds before bringing you back up
He was close, you could feel it by his heavy pants and moans. Eddie’s grip on your hair tightens and earning a soft moan coming from you, he knows how rough you like it. You moan one more time, the vibrations from you sending him over the edge. He held your head on his dick as he reaches his climax, his seed painting the back of your throat
You continue to suck him absolutely dry, swallowing every drop of his salty cum. You pulled off him and smiled wide at him, noticing how much of a mess he was
“you alright Eddie?” clean of the corners of your mouth with your finger and lay down next to him “Eddie?” you ask worried after he doesn’t reply
“yeah baby im alright” he laughs, trying to get his breathing back in place “you sucked the life out of me back there” you cant help but laugh. You throw your leg on top of him and rest your head on his chest
“i love you Eddie Munson”
“i love you y/n”
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𝙾𝙲𝚃. 25𝚝𝚑; 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘.
summary: iris's letter.
pairing: spencer reid x oc!iris valentia
w.c: 706
warnings/content: mentions of food poisoning, vomit and fainting; mentions of self medicating; mentions of Alzheimer's disease; angst (not much); fluff; “ODU” is the acronym for “Old Dominion University”.
A/N: LAST LETTER!! we are done with act 1, now we'll proceed with act 2. next chapters are going to be in narrative style.
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October 25th.
Dear, Spencer.
My whole department fell in sick yesterday — including my students, barely anyone was spared. Some kind of food poisoning? I don't know, people started throwing up, passing out and whatnot. We didn't know what to do!
(Yes, this is how I start my letter. I had to vent to someone how weird this is!)
I immediately called 911 and the cafeteria became swarmed with EMT's. My first supposition was that something was wrong with the cafeteria food. I never eat there because I either bring my own food or... I just don't remember eating until I'm off to go home. So, I tested it, the cafeteria food. But no. Nothing was wrong. I still find it weird that this happened out of nowhere, but my colleagues think it wasn't anything serious.
ODU was on the news today. Same thing happened. I can't shake this off, it can't be a coincidence, can it?
Sorry, I needed to ramble to somebody.
Ah, Spencer. It's too late for that, I already care enough to worry. What other resources are you trying? I hope you are not self-medicating yourself, it's not good. You're not doing that, right?
I have a friend that I could recommend you. She's a neurologist so she could be more helpful — you've probably been to a lot of those, but she's really good.
Her name is Clare Thompson, her office is in Washington, DC at Georgetown. If you want, I can make an appointment for you, we're close friends. If not, then just ignore this. I'm not trying to push you into anything, I'm just concerned.
What you said reminded me of the concept “Athazagoraphobia”. I researched about it to include it in my MD thesis about Alzheimer's disease. It means exactly what you said: fear of forgetting something or someone, or being forgotten.
I relate to you on that. But I'm more afraid of being forgotten. Sometimes I think that if I don't put my mark in the world, then how will people remember me? Do you feel like that too?
I absolutely know what you mean about the dolls... They're creepy. I had a few when I was a child, I don't know where they disappeared to though, I think my mother donated them. Either way, I'm happy not knowing their whereabouts.
I am happy that your friends are threatening you to to go out more.
Yes, maybe he is sick. It's an option I've considered. But he usually sends an email letting me know he will miss class. Fabian is not the kind of student that misses class without a plausible reason. He's very dedicated and one of my top students.
Of course you'd take is as a challenge, Doctor Reid. I could tell you were the competitive type from the moment you told me you were a rebel as a kid (no, I'll never forget that, you book thief).
Oh, did you really like the book? I'm so glad. Yes! I have like 5 recommendations to you but I'll spare you two: After Dark and Sputnik Sweetheart. Tell me what you think afterwards.
Something reminded me of you today. I was grabbing my coffee and I guess I picked up the wrong order. Do you know why I think that? Because it was the sweetest beverage I've ever had. I could've dropped dead right there if I had taken another sip. Disgusting, really. My blood vessels were almost clogged up. The person left in a hurry and left their coffee right beside mine on the balcony. Oh! And guess what: it was written “Reid” in their cup. I know it is a common name, but it reminded me of you.
Don't forget to drink water and eat, Spencer. As always, be careful. Looking forward to hear from you soon! <3
Love,
Iris.
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Raison d’être - A Premature Burial 11
Author: Akira
Characters: Shu, Mika
Translator: Mika Enstars
"I’d do things such as put on girl’s clothes and try to play forbidden games, dictated by my own interests and whims… Much to my family’s annoyance."
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Season: Winter
Location: The Itsuki's House Cellar
Raffaello: “Regrettably, my mother’s diary was buried along with her at her funeral in her coffin.”
”While it’s not as if we cannot dig it out—that is indeed too disrespectful towards the dead.”
Mika: Ah, so yer Mother’s passed away, Raffaello-san?
Raffaello: “Do you feel sorry for me? Even though she is the affiliated party in Shu-kun’s grandfather’s affair…”
“But at least, you could say she died without any regrets.”
“She had passed away due to old age. While death is always a tragedy, it is not something to be mourned too much.”
Mika: Ahh, talkin’ about an affair had me imaginin’ a young lady this entire time, but she was a grandma, huh? On second thought, that was a given.
But if she’s already passed away, there’s no reason to point fingers at her—
Shu: It has not yet been confirmed that Grandfather had an affair. Stop talking on the assumption that “that” is true, it’s disrespectful.
Raffaello: “Fufu. Anyways, while it is a only guess as we do not dig up my mother’s grave, I would assume there my mother’s diary contained nearly the same content.”
“By reading the text, you can see what had transpired in the past.”
Shu: What would be the point of doing that? Even if it is a relative of mine, I do not wish to do something as shameless as read someone else’s diary.
Raffaello: “Are you afraid, Shu-kun? Of the “truth” behind the grandfather you admire so much.”
Shu: … …
Raffaello: “I believe this story will be of benefit to you guys as well.”
“I had overheard your conversation—In order to mourn the deceased, you must know about the tastes and upbringing of the deceased.”
“Wouldn’t this diary, hidden and sealed from the eyes of your family, be an indispensable item essential for delving into the true image of this deceased?”
Mika: If we are to win the Funeral Contest, it’s important t’know about Grandfather’s past—is what yer sayin’?
But, like Oshi-san said… Readin’ someone else’s diary is a shameless thing t’do.
If Oshi-san finds it distasteful, then we’ll just act as if we’ve never seen this diary—
Shu: No, I’ll read it.
Mika: Nnah?
Shu: I am most certainly intrigued. And I’m not as modest as you might expect me to be.
No, otherwise, I wouldn’t have chosen a line of work that includes acting like a clown in front of others.
That, and, ever since I was a child, I’ve had a strong intellectual curiosity, too. So greedy, I’d astonish even my own family.
I’d do things such as put on girl’s clothes and try to play forbidden games, dictated by my own interests and whims… Much to my family’s annoyance.
The only person who understood me was Grandfather.
Of course, while that stubborn old man would be scolding me with his mouth…
He gave me this cellar, and made any arrangements for anything that I had wanted to do.
So, while his mouth was scolding me to become a man worthy of being the heir to the Itsuki family, he himself was collecting and hoarding strange things he did not understand.
Which one of those was my true grandfather? What is the “truth” behind this old man, irritable with a temper and an irregular personality from age?
I am very intrigued. And as Mr. Raffaello said…I believe it is necessary to do if we are to complete the job we have at hand.
Therefore, I shall touch “it”. Even if it dirties my fingertips with mud.
Mika: Nnah~… If that’s what ya want, Oshi-san, then I’ll go with ya.
But, aside from The Taming of the Shrew, what should we do with the sealed diary here?
We’ll have t’use pliers or somethin’ to force open the lock if we’re gonna see what’s inside, won’t we?
Shu: That also makes me feel like I’ve lost, so I’d rather not.
This is a game of wits set up by my grandfather—I believe only those who have successfully, correctly unlocked it are qualified to read it.
I would like to try and decipher it. Hm, shall I try forming words using the alphabet…? P, E, T, R, U, C, H, I, O…
Mika: …? Where did ya get that word from?
Shu: It is the name of the protagonist from The Taming of the Shrew, the Shakespearean one. Hm… It doesn’t seem to be right, perhaps the female protagonist’s name?
K, A, T, H, E, R, I, N, A… No, the number of characters doesn’t line up.
Oh, that was a strange sound. It sounded like a tangle in the lock was triggered, but…
Shu: Hm! Look at this, Kagehira, a strange piece of metal has come out!
Mika: (Ahaha… Oshi-san sure looks cute, like a child playin’ investedly with a toy he got.)
(Maybe that’s why Grandfather left his diary here, to let his cute grandchild have fun with it. Nah, I’m prob thinkin’ too much into it.
Shu: Non! What are you grinning over? Help think with me!
Look. The piece of metal has something like a hint inscribed on it.
—[To My Beloved Lady]?
Mika: This is…
Shu: … …
Raffaello: “Fufu. What will you do, Shu-kun?”
“Your grandfather’s “Beloved Lady” should have been his wife—In other words, your grandmother.”
“What will you do if you put in her name and the lock did not open?”
Mika: …Shut up fer a moment. Oshi-san’s doin’ his best thinkin’ right now.
Raffaello: “My apologies. In the case your grandmother’s name does not unlock the, you may use my mother’s name first—”
Shu: —I was able to unlock it.
Mika: Ehh!?
T-thank goodness… So ya were able to unlock it with yer grandmother’s name, Oshi-san? Right, there’s no way Grandfather would be unfaithful—
Shu: No. I simply remembered what Grandfather used to say.
He would say he loved and respected all women equally.
In other words, the “Lady” in [To My Beloved Lady] technically refers to “all ladies”.
However, “WOMAN” and “GIRL” do not contain enough letters for the dial lock. So instead, I proposed this—
“MADEMOISELLE”.
Mika: Mademoise… Wha, Mado-nee?
Shu: Fufu, I didn’t expect to have her name come up here. Don’t you feel like it is fate of sorts, Kagehira?
I know it is imprudent of me, but I am getting a little excited.
Raffaello: “… …”
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I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I'm With You - Chapter 6.2
Happy Friday fellow Drukkari stans, or whatever day it is for you! I come bearing the next mini-chapter! If you missed any prior installments, you can find all of them on my new table of contents here. Previously, Druig and Makkari got to have an extra fluffy baking session, but can the sweetness last? Find out now in the next installment of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off!
Druig was riding high into the weekend, even if he’d been dreading this particular week since he’d found out what it was. He’d never been much for dieting, as he didn’t see the point of limiting what he ate if he didn’t have to, so an entire week based around cutting out certain ingredients seemed rather daunting. Nevertheless, he’d been in a noticeably better mood ever since his afternoon with Makkari. She hadn’t stayed too long after they finished baking (and eating half the éclairs they’d just made). She’d helped him clean up a bit, packed up the rest of the éclairs, and given him a hug goodbye. He wouldn’t quite call it a date. They were just two friends baking and hanging out. In secret. Even so, he’d enjoyed it immensely, and it seemed like Makkari had as well.
They greeted each other as usual outside the hotel, and Druig couldn’t say for sure, but it felt like something in the air had changed between them. Standing with their friends, it felt like Makkari stayed closer to him than usual. That said, she always stood close enough to bump shoulders with him or reach over and punch his arm if he provoked such a response. Today, however, Makkari didn’t do either of those things. She just stood by him, occasionally chiming into the conversation, and while she didn’t turn her head, Druig thought he’d seen her glancing at him from the corner of her eye, a smile playing at her lips. It was a wonder she could keep up with the conversation at all, as he’d stopped listening almost as soon as he noticed her looking. When he finally tuned back into the group, he saw Ajak eyeing them, one eyebrow beginning to rise. Druig looked away as calmly and casually as he could.
Like he had during weeks prior, Druig held onto that happy feeling as the day progressed. The first challenge wasn’t too bad, but it definitely could’ve gone better. Now that he’d made ice cream during a technical, making it during a signature didn’t seem quite as stressful, even if it was dairy-free. That said, he’d also chosen a more basic flavor profile, making things slightly easier for himself. He’d gone with almond milk vanilla ice cream, dipped in chocolate with a hint of chili. The judges found it simple but effective, though Arishem had also added that he found it a bit underwhelming after last week’s performance. It certainly wasn’t his most glowing review, but Druig found that his wasn’t the opinion he most cared about.
The good thing about the chocolate dip was that he’d been able to save one for Makkari, much to her delight. She happily ate it, remarking, Sorry, I wish I could’ve save one of mine for you.
While Druig was quite curious about hers (Makkari had made mango ice cream topped with chili powder), he’d only replied, Guess you’ll just have to make it again for me sometime.
She gave him an amused look, but before she could respond, Kingo came trotting over, Phastos trudging along behind him.
“It’s days like this that I’m glad I don’t have to do the baking anymore,” Kingo said.
“Spoken like someone who doesn’t have a lactose intolerant child with a sweet tooth,” Phastos replied. Despite being a busy engineer, husband, and father, he’d picked up BSL quite quickly and had already started signing along where he could.
You really don’t miss competing? Makkari asked Kingo.
“I mean, I do. It was a really great experience, but sometimes, it really is more fun to just watch,” Kingo responded.
“No offense, Kingo, but the behind-the-scenes stuff seems to suit you better than being in front of the camera,” Druig added. Kingo’s mouth fell open at the remark.
“Was that an actual back-handed compliment?” he asked.
“You’re actually touched by that?” Phastos asked, visibly confused.
“I’m pretty sure that’s as close as Druig’s ever gotten to complimenting me, so I’ll take it,” Kingo explained matter-of-factly.
“Who’s handing out compliments?” Sersi called over as she and Ajak approached the table.
“Druig said I was doing a good job!” Kingo answered excitedly.
“I also said you weren’t good in front of a camera,” Druig corrected.
“Well, that makes more sense,” Sersi said as she sat down.
“At least he said something nice,” Ajak added. “It’s good to change things up sometimes. Although, I don’t think I’ll be making dairy-free ice cream again any time soon.”
A few of them groaned in agreement (including Kingo, though Makkari threw a crouton at him in retaliation, much to Druig’s amusement). Ajak hadn’t gone for anything too complicated, but her chocolate ice cream hadn’t quite set, making for quite the mess when it came time for judgment. The others had done alright, but Druig could sense that none of them were looking forward to the next two challenges.
One person who hadn’t struggled at all, however, was Sprite, whose avocado ice cream had only garnered praise. As she and Gilgamesh neared the table, completing the party, they started applauding. She paused to roll her eyes but gave them a playful bow before she took her seat and accepted the onslaught of compliments.
“Well, I did have the advantage. I’ve been vegan since I was 12,” Sprite said.
“So last month?” Gilgamesh teased, which earned him a few chuckles, but Sprite was not amused.
“I’m sure you get this all the time, but one day, you’ll be glad you look young for your age,” Ajak tried to reassure.
“You’re right, I do get that all the time,” Sprite replied wryly.
If you do well on the technical, do you think your mom will let you come to dinner with us? Makkari asked.
“Tell her we may seem like grown-ups, but we’re really just a bunch of oversized kids,” Gilgamesh added. “And we promise not to be bad influences!”
“Oh, I don’t actually need her permission. I just didn’t want to hang out with a bunch of adults twice my age and above,” Sprite replied, grinning snarkily. Several members of the group voiced their discontent at this statement, but she cut them off, saying, “I’m kidding! I already asked her, and she said I could make an appearance.”
“What about you, Phastos?” Ajak asked.
“We’ll see. Jack likes me to Facetime him before he goes to bed,” Phastos explained.
One of these days, we’ll get you to dinner, Makkari signed, a playful look in her eye.
“Assuming I make it through this week!” he lamented. No matter how well he did, Phastos always seemed to think he was one mistake away from elimination.
“Well, considering you got Arishem to enjoy peanut butter ice cream, I’d say you make it to next week,” Druig interjected.
“Again, with the almost compliments!” Kingo remarked. “Next thing you know, he’ll start being nice to people not named Makkari!”
This time, Makkari handed Druig the crouton. It hit Kingo right in the forehead, drawing plenty of laughter from most of the table, a light scolding from Ajak, and another eye-roll from Sprite as she muttered something about being more mature than most of her fellow competitors.
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I may not agree with her actions, but as someone who's always looked young for their age, I can relate to Sprite 😆 Likes, comments, and re-blogs would be much appreciated!
Part 20
#lovelyfanatical shares#drukkari gbbo au#drukkari#druig x makkari#eternals#eternals fanfiction#sprite has barely been here but she's so done already#couples who throw food at people together stay together#sorry kingo
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Hi,
How's the holiday going?
Still can't get over this thing was Jen and Fen.
They sound so sweet, hope I see them in fic soon. so few questions -
Were they married before vampirism?
How did they meet?
Were the hometowns and families ok with their sexualities (homophobic neighborhood or family)?
Did they want kids when not kindred? Did any of your ocs have kids?
Are any of your characters neurodivergent, what do they think of neurodivergence (I know canonically Nosferatu are quite welcoming over them and even sire from them. Except Kaiser is a dick)?
Lastly what do your nossies think of rabbits? Had to ask that question as I'm a bunblr.
Lastly question for you-
What pets do you like or have?
Sorry for 20 questions here :b
Omg lmaoo every day I see yall slide into my dms and I'm like 'ok, how close much can I infodump about my insane little ocs before I spoiler my own story XD'
(My vacation is going well! Excited for fireworks tomorrow WOOO (even though America is doing very, very little for us to be actually proud of.. -_-)
I think...I shall give you a little sliver of an excerpt from their meeting fic/chapter (haven't decided yet if it's going to be its own thing, or if it will just be a non-Charlie pov chapter yet):
The water was more than mud and rain. In the back of his throat, he can taste blood, but God only knew if that was from coughing up bits of his insides when the gas hit, or if it was the gaping, seeping wound the shrapnel had left.
At least it's not raining now, Fen thinks, staring up from his twisted position. The stars, Lord bless them all, were out and shining brighter than he thinks he's ever seen them.
It figures, one could only find this beauty at the bottom of a trench.
And it is because the sky is so clear, and the stars so vivid, and the moon hiding behind her black veil this time of the month, that he sees the outline of a figure pass over them, at the top of the embankment wall.
Walking in the no-man's land.
;)
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Jen and Fen were both single when they met. The both of them probably knew by the point they were embraced that they...likely were never going to be men who married. 'Life-long bachelors', a nice way to say it (and in those days, plausible deniability...) Jen especially, given that he was living in rural Appalachia when he was alive (I'm thinking West Virginia, the heart of the coal mining industry in America even today). Their families knew nothing of their preferences towards the same sex, given that sex at all was wasn't discussed outside of what was totally necessary.
One of my ocs has had a child, and was married before they became a Kindred. It's a rather large point of contention in their backstory, but oh, I shan't say who ;>
As far as neurodivergence goes, if you weren't before you were embraced, well buddy, get fuckin ready for THAT experience afterwards lmao. But more practically, yes, I do. My first ever vtm oc Rigby Bennet the Malkavian was schizoaffective and likely on the autism spectrum before being embraced, but had managed to do some university schooling before he met his sire...and things went downhill... I think Nos, Malks, and Gangrel tend to pull from the 'looked over' branches of society, knowing that it could be a chance at a new life, even a reprieve in some ways from the harshness of mainstream society. Not to mention, they're already seen as on the fringes of even Kindred society. I think certain clans tend to group together, even going so far as cohabitating in certain cases. Zephyr has what the others refer to as 'her Malks' which is that she specifically cultivates relations in the local Malk clan of the city. She enjoys hanging out with them, and hey, even disjointed information is still information.
This is also a whole other rant I could go on, but I think in a sense, some clans handle the fact that neurodivergence doesn't magically go away with Embrace, or that is exists at all, better than others.
Sorry if this isn't very coherent, it's early lol.
Do my Nossies think of bunnies:
-Charlie: thinks they're very cute and soft!! She loved holding them when she went to the state fair with her Dad! However...now, she may decide they are good for a monch. BUT ONLY IF THEY'RE NOT SOMEONE'S PET!!!
-Blue: ....well. They're cute. Why are they here though? Are we ghouling rabbits now? Doesn't seem like the most economic animal to add to the hoards, but sure...
-Tweak is Concerned that there's so many types. Why? It's just rabbits! NO CHARLIE, I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT THEIR SPECIFIC COLOR COMBINATIONS ARE CALLED, STOP-
-Zephyr: has ghouled the rabbits and has sent them in a flood to chase Tweak. Look at him run. >:3
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As for my pets: I currently only have an outdoor cat, but we used to have three in the house, as well as three dogs, a goldfish, and a hamster. Along with the barn animals lol. I do want to move into a place that allows pets, though. I want a cat, and a snake. (Ball python!)
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Arkhelios University
“This wedding turned out pretty well, don’t you think?”
Roman shrugged as best as he could while dancing. Years ago, he’d be cringing with embarrassment to be seen dancing with Jorah, but now that Jorah was married and Roman was about to be, who really cared what people thought? Abe had run off to empty the contents of his stomach, but had insisted that Roman stay at the reception to throw off suspicion.
“For a Helios wedding with a formerly dead groom, I’d say that it’s going really well,” he agreed, allowing Jorah to spin him around.
“Is Abe having a hard time with morning sickness?” Jorah asked quietly, trying not to alert any eavesdroppers with potentially scandalous news. “All the books I’ve been reading say that it shouldn’t last too much longer. You guys are really lucky to be having another kid. It’s a great blessing.”
Roman looked surprised for a moment, but quickly surmised Jorah’s source for their pregnancy news. Ulyssa couldn’t keep a secret to save her life.
“We’re excited, but yeah, the morning sickness has been rough,” he replied. “Apparently it was really bad with Theo, or so he keeps telling me. I didn’t really get to spend much time with him when he was pregnant before.”
‘Oh, the morning sickness was pretty epic,” Jorah laughed, spinning Roman once more. “He destroyed our main bathroom a few times. Is he having an easier time with the pregnancy than with Theo? I remember Adam being concerned about him and making us promise to call him if Abe was having serious complications.”
“Really? My uncle?” Roman said, completely surprised to hear that one of his relatives had dared defy Malika’s single minded quest to force Abe to lose the pregnancy. Adam had already provoked his father by taking Darcy’s last name, it made sense that he might have been sympathetic to a scared, pregnant teenager.
If Grandpa even is his father. I’d love to grab a Ouija board and ask Grandma about that rumour.
“Yeah, Adam’s a great guy,” Jorah replied. “Valerian and I have been to see him a bunch of times. He’s always compassionate, which isn’t a common trait around here.”
“To help get pregnant?”
Jorah looked surprised for a moment to know that Roman was aware of his troubles, but then rolled his eyes when he thought about the number of people he’d told.
“Ulyssa?”
“Ulyssa,” Roman confirmed with a laugh. “Sorry if that was supposed to be a secret. She may have been shopping around for sperm donation, which Abe didn’t seem to take very well.”
“I’m going to kill her,” Jorah groaned. “I’m so sorry- I don’t know how to reign her in when she gets an idea in her head. She promised to stop.”
“Abe wasn’t thrilled, but if you need...anything, we could probably work something out,” Roman blurted out quickly, unable to think of a more polite way to offer to father a child. “I mean, if you don’t mind my mother’s genetic inheritance. I’d imagine that’s a deal breaker for most people.”
Jorah’s face turned an impossible shade of red at the thought of having a little baby Bellamy of his own. His teenage self would have died of happiness, but those days were far behind him now.
“Thanks, we’ll keep that in mind. We haven’t given up hope yet, but that’s a very generous offer.”
“Your family has done a lot for mine, and so have you, so...it’s an option to explore. But I’m sure you won’t need it.”
An awkward silence fell between the two men as the song they were dancing to came to an end. Jorah was still mortified that his sister had asked her ex-lover and the boy he’d had a terrible crush on to father a child with him, while Roman wasn’t sure how to follow up a proposition like that with casual conversation.
“Roman! Over here! It’s me!”
To Maura’s absolute horror, Claudia began waving at Roman excitedly, calling attention to herself when Maura had pleaded with her to try to remain unnoticed. Maura had found her too late. Her cousin clearly had some scheme to reunite with Roman Bellamy, though Maura couldn’t understand why. Whatever had happened between them years ago was in the distant past, and Claudia knew he was engaged. Roman and his demonic nature would be appreciated by the shadowy forces that supported Claudia’s claim to the throne, but Maura repeatedly tried to tell her cousin that Roman would be a terrible candidate for a royal spouse. He had struggled with the demands of being married to a duke, and Maura had watched first hand as his feelings for Abe smothered his relationship with Adrian. She wouldn’t watch that train wreck overtake another cousin’s life.
“Claudia? I mean, Your Majesty? What are you doing here?”
Roman stared in shock at the queen of Pleasantview, who was waving like an idiot at him. Beside him, Jorah looked like he was taking mental notes about the complex network of exes Roman had made.
“That’s the queen of Pleasantview?” he gasped. “Can you get me an autograph? Oh, do you think she could sign my copy of Pleasantview: a History? I’m just past the chapter where Brandi Broke has disappeared and her son returns from a foreign war and the illegitimate demon princess kills her father to establish a ruling council instead of a monarchy and the Goths! She’s related to the Goths, Roman!”
“Any of us could be related to the Goths, they died off centuries ago,” Roman scoffed, though he knew for a fact that isolated Arkhelios was nowhere near historical Pleasantivew. “Drop your book off later if you want, I’ll try to remember to ask her to sign it.”
“Her grandfather was a monster,” Jorah said with fanboyish enthusiasm. “She looks so normal! After what he did to Maura’s ancestors- it’s amazing that those two are so close.”
“Monstrous grandfathers are more common than you’d think,” Roman shot, giving Jorah a weary look. “Excuse me, I’d better go say hi before Maura has a stroke. She looks like she’s going to explode.”
“Oh, it’s that girl we watched Roman make out with on television. She sure seems excited to see Roman again. She’s single too, if I remember my gossip right.”
Nathan had somehow managed to sneak up beside Abe without him noticing. Abe had returned from the bathroom just in time to see what was sure to be tomorrow's gossip first hand. He was far too busy watching his fiance greet his ex-girlfriend to notice Nathan.
“I wonder why she tagged along with Maura?” Nathan mused, elbowing his brother suggestively. “Maybe she’s looking to reminisce about the old days with your fiance. He does look happy to see her again.”
“Go to hell Nathan,” Abe growled, trying to look nonchalant. Roman did look happy to see Claudia again, he couldn’t deny it. “Is anyone ever happy to have you around? I doubt it.”
Nathan shrugged, still smiling.
“Gareth doesn’t seem to mind me,” he teased. “Oh, and Josh and Steven, among others. You’d be surprised how many of your string of disappointed exes prefer me over you.”
Abe shook his head, mystified as always about how his brother chose to live his life. Nathan was just trying to provoke him, and Abe had lived with Lucy long enough to know an obvious ploy for attention when he saw it.
Still, there was no denying the chemistry between Roman and this foreign queen. Roman didn’t really talk about the people he’d dated or slept with, since the conversation tended to turn towards Roman asking him about all the men he’d slept with, especially when they’d been dating. Roman’s friendship with Ulyssa was no problem as Ulyssa was married and Roman had no desire to start up an affair with her, but a very single queen with wealth Abe couldn’t even dream of? How did Abe compete with that?
Roman’s popularity among rich, attractive people was one of the few reservations Abe had going forward with a permanent joining between them. No matter where he went, Roman seemed to attract a dedicated group of people who would jump into bed with him without a second thought. Would feeling Roman’s emotions when propositioned by a powerful monarch be something he could endure? What if Roman cheated on him and they were stuck bonded for eternity, but divorced? All of the hundreds of fears Abe had felt the moment he had sealed his deal with Malika all those years ago came flooding back to him. Was he making a mistake marrying Roman? Would the demon sovereign punish them for backing out of their wedding if that’s what they decided? Could he really make Roman happier than someone who lived in a literal palace?
Abe couldn’t make out what Roman and Claudia were saying, but they were both laughing, probably at some inside joke from their days at a posh boarding school Abe couldn’t afford to send his son to.
As Ulyssa began a new song, Claudia grabbed Roman by the hand, and dragged him towards the dance floor. To Abe’s surprise, his fiance didn’t even glance his way before wrapping his arms around the young queen.
It’s just like when he dances with Ulyssa. It doesn’t mean anything. We’re having another kid together. He loves me. This wedding will end, and she’ll go back home and he’ll come to bed with me. He’s marrying me.
Abe wasn’t thrilled with where Roman’s hands were placed on his dance partner’s body, but he refused to let Nathan know he was jealous. He wanted to rush over and steal Roman away from the monarch, but there was no way he could pull that off without looking like a jealous asshole. The instant he accused Roman of being inappropriate with someone was the instant Roman reminded him of his own history of infidelity. Roman had never cheated on him, or on Adrian for that matter, while Abe had personally seen his betrayal choke out every hopeful part of Roman until he was a sobbing mess on their bedroom floor. There was no way he would emerge unscathed from a jealous accusation, no matter how he felt. He would just have to trust his fiance.
“Things look like they’re getting steamy,” Nathan remarked, disappointed that Abe hadn’t taken his bait. “Do you think Roman would dance with me like that or does he save all of that for the rich and powerful?”
“It’s none of your business, Nathan. Why don’t you stick to dating every single person I’ve ever talked to? Whatever you think is going to happen with you and Roman isn’t going to happen. Stop embarrassing yourself.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Abe saw Maura waving at him, trying to get his attention. He nodded at her to show that he saw her, and she gestured towards Roman with a frustrated look that he returned. Maura beckoned him to join her and Abe began walking towards her, patting his brother irritably on the shoulder as he left.
“Try to have fun,” he said, ignoring Nathan’s scowl. “Maybe you’ll find someone drunk enough to want to dance with you. If you can’t get one of my exes to come with you to the next family function, you can always try tracking down Lucy’s exes.”
#sims 2#sims 2 pictures#arkhelios#arkhelios university#roman bellamy#abe chun#Jorah durant#sim: Claudia goldman#sim: Maura siew#nathan chun
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Announcement: Hiatus :(
I hate to do this. I really really hate to do this especially since I received a new urgent requests today and I’m also in the middle of a match up event. But I’ve tried to hold on this past week and I feel like I’m just getting worse every day.
Here’s what’s going on: My mother is mentally abusing me. She has been since I was a child. I’ve gotten used to it as I’ve grown, but the more independent I become, the more she disrespects me and tries to walk all over me. Today was my breaking point… i worked on Friday and Saturday, had a good time at six flags (an amusement park) with my friends on Sunday. On Saturday my mom complained to me in the morning about me not doing my part around the house and just throwing me down with her words. I was so upset that morning that I almost hit another car while backing out of my driveway. It was scary. I cried the whole way to work.
Now come today (I worked today and I’ll be working everyday till Friday with only one day off on Saturday and then I’m back to work for another 2 days) and I got home around 7pm. I ate, rested for a bit bc my feet hurtttttt from being on them all day and also from all the walking I did yesterday. Anyway since I’ve been so busy at work I’ve haven’t had a chance to wash my clothes so my laundry basket is completely full. Around 8pm I put in my first load of clothes. It washes, then I put it to dry. I throw my second load in and get back to trying to write.
My mom comes home and already she’s in a bad mood. She wants to wash her work clothes so she stops the washing machine (my clothes still have 30 min left) and starts taking my dripping wet clothes out of the washing machine. I start getting upset bc ???? Hello??? What are you doing??? And I tell her to stop and that I’ll put her clothes to wash and to dry once mine finish. But she WONT have that. She starts throwing my clothes on the floor so I try and push her away to get her to stop, but she’s being persistent. I was fuming at this point and so I just walked away bc I didn’t want to do something I’d regret. I start screaming at her and run up to my room. My dad comes to comfort me bc I’m just feeling horrible.
I’m religious y’know so my mom sends me a text later saying this. “The Bible says to honor your mother and father so that your days will be long. Ask God for forgiveness”… like girl the Bible also says to not provoke your children to anger by the way you treat them. Trying to make herself a victim and trying to make me feel bad. She always does this and I hate it. I am a respectful person and would never disrespect my parents. But after years of mental abuse from my mother I don’t allow her to treat me like that anymore so I stood up for myself. But I felt so worthless having her throw my clothes on the floor like that and only thinking of herself and her own clothes that needed to be washed when I already offered to put them to wash for her later so they’d be clean in the morning.
This is just one incident of many. She even threatened to call the police on me tonight after I told her that I’d do the same to her clothes…she’s threatened to leave and never come back home before. She’s called me horrible names in the past. Anyway as of now I’ve blocked her number and I’m not speaking to her because I don’t want to see her provoking texts or argue with her anymore.
She expects so much from me when I work 4-5 days a week and only get one day off in between. Most of the time I’m getting home at 10pm and I have no time for myself. I’m feeling lost and extremely overwhelmed and I feel like I just need time to heal and focus 100% on me for a change.
So with all that being said (sorry for ranting) I’ll be taking a hiatus for a while. Maybe in a week or two I’ll reassess how I’m feeling and go from there bc I have no energy to write rn. I don’t want to write bad content or forced content for you guys when my whole heart isn’t in it. I love to write and I love writing for YOU, but I can’t right how. This isn’t goodbye, just a temporary break so I can recollect myself. I’ll still be around to chat if any of you send any asks or dms. Those make me really happy. I love you guys so much, you have no idea how much you’ve helped me. I feel super guilty for doing this, but I can’t keep pretending like I’m okay anymore. I hope you guys understand.
Also my the anon who sent me an urgent request today: I won’t be able to write that for you for a while, but if you don’t mind waiting, then I can definitely write that for you when I’m back from my hiatus!
Again, I’m sorry. I hope I haven’t disappointed anyone.
I love you,
Han.x 💗
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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖
Chapter 24 - Hiding in water.
Episode 2.
-----------------Evan's point of view-----------------
It was undeniable, the rush of joy that washed over me.
The feeling of his lips against mine, fluttering lightly, dancing
kisses, man as if my stomach didn't get filled with a thousand butterflies, even the small hairs at the back of my neck stood up!
I am so in love with this boy… all of him…. and right there, right then I just felt like shouting it at the top of my lungs, for everyone to hear.
I
LOVE
ANDY
CULLMAN
There is not a single doubt in my heart.
And he loves me too.
I let go of his chin and cupped his cheek with my hand, caressing him softly, kissing him deeper, using all power inside of me to hold back from slipping my tongue into his mouth.
I always thought too much tongue action in public was tacky, so I was not going to let us become one of those couples.
I let myself get more and more lost in him, until suddenly we got interrupted by a child voice*
Little girl: Hey Mister… your ice cream is melting!
Evan: I looked down at a small girl, about 4 years old I would say, and I could feel my cheeks blush slightly Oh…
I looked at my ice cream as if I didn't already know Thank you, I hadn't noticed.
Little girl: She smiled brightly That's alright. She looked up at Andy with childlike wonder Your boyfriend has a very pretty hair.
Evan: I smiled shyly and suddenly didn't know what to say
Woman: A woman with an apologizing smile, scooped the little girl up in her arms I apologize for my nosy daughter
She smiled warmly at the little girl Erica, I don't think it's his boyfriend… can you please apologize to the nice man?
Erica: But mom…
Evan: I looked at Andy, his face was bright red, and it looked like he was trying to find a place to hide. I knew he was probably freaking out about Erica and her mom, and how I would react to their words. So I decided to once again grab a hold of the feeling free feeling, and smiled warmly at Erica's mom
Actually… he is my fiance.
Andy: He coughed like if he had gotten something stuck in his throat
Erica's mom: Oh… I'm so sorry, I didn't realize… I guess my daughter has better eyes than me she chuckled softly and kissed her daughters forehead
Evan: No that's okay, she walked in on us kissing, and was polite enough to tell me my ice cream was melting.
I gestured with my ice covered hand
Erica's mom: She chuckled softly I see that… hold on a minute she gestured towards me with Erica, then frowned as she realized I of course couldn't hold her as I was covered in ice… then I watched as Andy's face lit up, and he without a word, and almost per reflex grabbed Erica and lifted her over to sit on his lap
I have some she unzipped her bag and after a bit of searching she found a package with wet wipes and handed me one
I carry these everywhere… sticky toddler fingers, you know she chuckled softly and smiled at Andy
Is she annoying you?
Andy: He clearly did not hear a single word addressed to him, as he was already far gone in showing Erica a lady bug that had landed on his arm, they were both smiling and giggling, and his face had never been so glowing before. He was in his true element, and I couldn't help but feel very warm in my heart. What a beautiful sight.
Erica's mom: She chuckled softly They seem to enjoy each other, huh?
Evan: I nodded softly and chuckled warmly, not being able to take my eyes of them
Erica's mom: So how long have you two….?
Evan: We have known each other since we were teens I smiled shyly but we have been a couple since February this year.
And engaged a few weeks.
Erica's mom: Oh! Congratulations to both of you she smiled brightly and reached her hand towards mine, shaking my hand as I let her grab it In this case I would love to buy you coffee? Or maybe another ice cream as I see you both missed out on the ones you already bought she nodded at Andy's cracked ice cream cone on the ground
Evan: I chuckled softly You don't have to…
Erica's mom: Nonsense, this calls for celebrating. What do you say?
I'm sure those two would love to hang out a bit more? She nodded at Andy and Erica, still lost in their own little world
Evan: I couldn't help but chuckle warmly as I observed them Okay… you're right… let's not separate them just yet.
Erica's mom: She nodded agreeing If you handle yours, I'll handle mine… there is a nice coffee shop just around the corner, which isn't overfilled with people… they also have waffles and ice cream… my treat she smiled bright Erica!
Could you let go of the nice guy for 2 seconds, please?…Erica… Erica!
Erica: She looked up at her mom a bit startled
Erica's mom: What do you say we go get some ice cream with the guys?
Erica: YAAAAY!!! He excitedly wrapped her arms around her moms neck, and let her lift her down on the ground
Erica's mom: Alright chuckled softly So race you back to our table? She chuckled softly as Erica started running, and reached her hand towards us in a greeting manner I'm Sandy btw, it's nice to meet you guys…
Evan: I nodded softly and smiled politely as I grabbed her hand and shook it Evan… it's nice to meet you too.
Erica: Yelling few meters away MOOOOOM are you coming?
Andy: He quickly jumped down from the electricity box and ran towards Erica and they both started laughing loudly
Evan: I nodded in the direction of the two of them and smiled bright And that one is Andy.
Sandy: She chuckled warmly, and I couldn't help but join her.
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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 28a
*Warning Adult Content*
Just a Little Crush - Part 1 - Koa
I stand before the door to Cyrus's office, bouncing on the balls of my feet and taking deep breaths.
Why am I so Goddamn nervous? All I need to do is knock... go in and apologize for being a bitch about him helping Oliver shift and be on my merry way.
It's not a big deal but when I think about how we haven't had a proper conversation since our little rendezvous that Xavier so awkwardly interrupted... I get all hot and bothered... sexually and anxiety-wise.
I am constantly thinking about Cyrus, about how his mouth felt on my lips, on my body and I want more.
I want more of his laughs, his smiles, his sweet words.
The way he makes me feel... the only obstacle is myself and my stupid habit of running away from him.
I raise my hand to knock for the fifth time... before chickening out once again.
Fuck... what is wrong with me...
"That scared of me?" the deep voice of my mate comes from behind me and I jump... whipping around in surprise.
"Cyrus? Oh. Well, I was..."
"About to leave because you weren't brave enough to knock on my door?" he smirks, canines glinting so attractively I swear I almost jump him right there.
The Moon Goddess knew what she was doing... giving me a mate like him.
"Hmph... just let me in," I try to brush off my embarrassment at being caught in my cowardice.
He leans forward... back pressing to mine as he unlocks the door.
I can barely stop myself from pushing back against him and grinding my ass up against his crotch.
My wolf urges me on and it takes everything in me to shut him out and enter the office.
I watch as Cyrus follows in after me... closing the door and striding to his desk.
My gaze trails over every mouthwatering bit of his body.
His shirt is tight and black, outlining his pectorals and abdomen in a way that makes me absolutely feral.
How can someone be so built? So sculpted to perfection?
"What brings you by, my Moon?" he breaks me out of my horny daze... pulling my attention to where he sits at his desk.
"I... I just wanted to say that I'm sorry."
He raises a thick, dark brow.
"For what?"
"You know..." I wring my hands together, pacing awkwardly across the room.
"For how I acted the other day when Oliver shifted for the first time. I was a bit bitter that you were the one that got to be there. I'm used to being the only one to like... celebrate his milestones with him. And it's not that I feel you're replacing me in any way... it's just..."
"Koa," he cuts me off before I spiral.
"The reason Oliver wanted to shift so badly was to impress you. He wanted to surprise you... which is why he asked for my aid. Things didn't work out as planned but that was truly his intention..."
I feel like a complete and utter jerk for being all snappy now.
Not that I didn't already feel bad before.
"I... thank you. That's very sweet. I don't think I tell you enough how much I appreciate you being in his life. He's never had an Alpha that... he could look up to."
"You don't have to thank me. I enjoy it. He is the child of my mate and it's a given that I will protect and provide for him as I do you," he crosses his arms in the hottest... most masculine way that flexes his muscles and I think I just might melt.
How can he say such sweet things at the drop of a hat?
"Even still... I shouldn't have taken out my disappointment on you like that. I've been wanting to apologize," I chew my lip, sparing a glance at him through my lashes.
Those ice blue eyes of his are glinting in amusement and I feel my cheeks heat.
"I'm quite used to your attitude by now... little wolf... trust me."
"Just accept the apology," I huff, clenching my fists in mortification at his teasing.
"I accept," his tone is tantalizing and I send him a pout.
He keeps having the upper hand in this conversation... somehow.
He always gets the best of me... doesn't he?
With a deep breath out... I walk to the bookshelf on the far side of the room... opposite of the window.
Now that I've apologized...I don't know what to do... I don't want to leave.
I crave his presence so much whenever I'm not with him... it's practically painful.
But how do I approach him?
I feel like twelve-year-old-me again... my stomach fluttering every time I went to see Des... courtesy of my huge crush on him.
I guess that's what I have now but this time on Cyrus.
A damned crush as a twenty two year old man.
"So... do you read these?" I ask dumbly... brushing a hand over the dusty spines of the books.
"That is... generally... what books are for."
Oh... that's it... I march over to his desk... plopping down on it with a scowl.
"You've been getting real... sassy... haven't you?"
He barely represses a smile.
"I've learned from the best... don't you think?"
"You ass," I playfully slap his shoulder and he bursts out laughing.
I think it's probably the most amazing sound in the world.
I can't help but adore him as his eyes crinkle... the lines of his face pulled taut in a wide grin.
Goddess... I want to kiss him.
Who gave him the right to be this sexy?
As I continue to fantasize about the man in front of me... I don't realize he's gone quiet.
His intense gaze is set on me and I swallow... excitement bubbling inside me.
That's when I look down and see that he's rock hard... his boner straining painfully against his pants.
Arousal hits me so hard I have to suck a breath in... my legs instinctively squeezing together.
"Why are you... suddenly hard?" I choke out and he shoots a hungry look at my lips.
"Do you want me to be honest?"
"Yes."
"Your thighs are showing and I want to be between them again."
"Cyrus," I flush, remembering that I'm wearing shorts today because of the warmer weather.
Who knew it would lead to this?
"It's the truth," he shrugs.
"What are you, a teenager?"
"I am an Alpha looking at a very beautiful and very sexy Omega."
'Oh, fuck it. I want him.'
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Dark Angel Reaction: Hit a Sista Back
Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]
Oooop 🙂
[Immediate OMax content] Yus
Bruh Cindy 😂😂😂 tell her what you really think [oof fair] I’d hate for her to see me [Ma’am, don’t even start; guarantee your skin looks better than mine] Hah! HAHAHA! No
[Zach be back ‘sigh’] 😂😂😂😂😂
“Something like that” WHY NOT JUST TELL HER WHAT’S GOING ON?? SHE KNOWS?! [Because Max has to be bitchy and mysterious or she ain’t Max]
Oh nooooo 🥺🥺🥺🥺
[Max, don’t fuck up her life please] I mean she’s not in the wrong to bring it up tho. But also 🥺🥺🥺 [I feel like there’s a difference between “you’re in danger; you don’t know me but the people who took your wife are dangerous” and “your wife/the mother of your child is not who you think she is and you’re all gonna die”] True
Oh boy… Kid’s gifted! Dads like ooop
Noooooo Lintlicker gonna want him! 😤 ‘sigh’ I say nothing
[Oh, look. Lintlicker.] DAMN IT ALL WHY THEY GOTTA KEEP BRINGING KIDS INTO IT 😂😂😂😭😭😭😭
Ugh the dreaded oooOoOooOo! It’s almost worse that the spinning baby [skdlafjlaksjdf wait til you hear the voiceover]
Oh boy. “Since I be broke now” Logan’s gonna be regretting coming out with the info
[Oh, no, not the hiding-things storyline] ☠️☠️☠️☠️
[“[Tinga]’d do the same for me” bitch, no she wouldn’t? You tried this. Multiple times. She was like, yah, no, I’ma dip] ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ 😂😂😂 “one of them would surely do the same for me… I’mma keep trying til I get the right one” [YEAH. BUT IT’S ALEC. AND SHE GIVES LESS THAN TWO SHITS ABOUT HIM] ☠️☠️☠️ his not a sibling maam! It doesn’t count!😤😤😤 [You right, you right. Sorry, I forgot we just meant siblings and not generic discussions of Manticore folks] 😂😂😂😂😂😂
Oh, so Tings has told them, just a different way [:)]
Lie! No kid falls asleep that easy! [He’s gifted thus falls asleep quickly] ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️
[“These guys never learn” Max, ma’am, nor do you] Ooop
[“I don’t do guns” MA’AM.] Lol [Isn’t this the same logic she used against Logan?] ☠️☠️☠️☠️ [“You have access to money, thus it’s stupid to give it up out of a sense of justice/nobility” “You have access to a gun, thus it’s stupid to not use one out of a sense of… idk” Same argument, so why ain’t she listening to her own strategy???]
[Things were not safer this way]
Max is so emotionless I swear to god [I know! And we know for a fact that’s not a Manticore thing because Ben, Tinga, Alec… they have emotion. Too much emotion, technically. It’s just a Max (and kinda Zach but kinda not) thing]
Ack I hate herrrrrr [Renfro? She pisses me off so much]
[Tinga is. Very pretty. Just saying]
Oooop mama bear! And dad’s an idiot I see [alsfkjaldkfjlakdfj] Like the red flags that should have already been going off…
And you get your head shaved and a tattoo and meticulous training [“can my mommy be there” as;lkdfj;alkdfj;lkj Yes, actually, that’s his whole plan]
[I’m starting to think JamPony won’t be in this much :(] Oh noooo 💔💔💔
[Max, you’ve been there, but only ‘cause you’re not clear about stuff. OC woulda rolled with it and you know it. Kendra… less clear, but still.] Well tbf she did straight up tell them both once and they laughed [She didn’t really try, ma’am. If I wanted you to believe a story, even if you initially laughed, I could make you believe at least that I believed it] Well she didn’t try to explain but she flat out told them ☠️ [Yeah, but that’s what I mean by her a) not being clear and b) not really trying. She’s trying to get cred for not having been able to tell people because they’d not understand, but she literally never gave them the opportunity to.]
Tf! [Not sure that’s how physics works] The anxiety that gave me and it didn’t even show it [That was a very springy rope for tightrope walking, I feel] ☠️☠️☠️
Ma’am! Give them a — ok fair kinda but Hmph
[This poor dude tho getting sucked into it all] I know
– – –
Jezebel: Soooo! I have a feeling somethings gonna go bad! And either husband is gonna die or Tinga is gonna die! Mainly cause I highly doubt kid is gonna die
Wench: All this death!
Jezebel: So much!
Wench: I don’t fully remember how this shakes out — I know some, not the rest — so: You do know that them going back to Manticore is an option. We’re nearing the finale. It’s possible that they’re trying to rescue the kid
Jezebel: Yeahhhhh but idk! Unless they get the kid and he goes back! But they would never let that happen so again. Deth. When’s the last episode? Next one?
Wench: No, two left in the season
Jezebel: Ooooh!
Wench: But I think the last two are together? Iirc? idk for sure
Jezebel: Well, I’m trying to think of more past that, but this has been a very one-themed episode
Wench: No JamPony :(
Jezebel: I know… Is sad. But I’m done!
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[Did. Did she say “objective: offspring” alskjdflaksjdf] ☠️☠️☠️☠️
Oh lord, big bro. Well. Big “bro.” Hubby better watch him
At least their not real or half- ooop 🙂
“They made me young again.” Enough to make any woman switch sides [“they brainwashed you.” Max, why are you surprised by this?]
Ooop! Max actually losing! [btw. Max winning any fight against a Manticore transgenic is so stupid. This woman has been out of the game for ages.] ☠️☠️☠️ [She beats Ben; okay, yeah, that makes sense becuase they’ve both been out for ages. She doesn’t beat Tinga: MAKES SENSE. She beats a number of other “true blue” Manticore soldiers: WHAT?! She should have some degree of advantage from knowing street fight moves but otherwise she should Very Much Not Win]
“He’ll get over it….” Um he might not [Some people actually value interpersonal trust. And don’t lie to their S.O.s] Exactly
I meannnnnnn Zach’s not wrong, but also they would need the protection too [Agreed]
“And then her prince peaced out cause she’s a liar” ☠️ [asldkfj]
💔💔💔
“No, we’re not “not like that” because she’s a transgenic; it’s because we are emotionally constipated please leave it alone” ☠️😂 [askldjflaksdjflkjadsf This kind of thing kinda annoys me though. Like… I get being pissed that someone lied to you. And I get that things might need to adjust. But. person is the same?] Exactly
Oh shit [Ruh roh] Well shit
[Zach is a dick btw] *simultaneously* Aight that was out of line Zach. Agreed until then
Damn [Yep.]
Don’t like Lintlicker anymore. At all [This virus is called foreshadowing (I’m not telling you of what, but it concerns Max. And Logan.)]
BRUH SHES NOT A BREEDING MACHINE [You haven’t seen s2 Dark Angel yet and it shows]
I’m so mad sweet lord. They fucked with the kid. They really fucked with the kid! 😤 [I didn’t remember this, for what it’s worth]
Good! Fuck off, zach
Nooooo! Watch the blonde lady want the kid so she kills Tinga! [I confirm nothing] Cause blonde lady has the murder drone
I hate himmmmmmm. Lintlicker- hmph. I don’t how much of a change he makes
Hmph, his fucking shit eating grin
Oooop look at that you have been double-crossed, asshole!
Oooop look at that! Zach is back... asshole
She’s not one of them; she’s one of THEM! LE GASP
[Guess 656 is Tinga]
I’m confused… Is Brynn dead, or just knocked out? [Knocked out]
Ewww sibling hug [...] Pssssh I know it means more than that. To him at least
Breeeeeeding machine 😦
💔💔💔💔 [“I get why she didn’t tell me. If she had, I would’ve gone the other way.” Yeah, dumbass, that’s why she didn’t tell you. Congrats: you’ve leveled up your empathy stat]
[Max, haven’t you learned about making promises?] ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️
I’ma be honest; I’m not sure the King is the one they should be worried about… I’d be concerned about the Queen
– – –
Jezebel: I feel so bad for Tinga omg! That fucking suckssss
Wench: Yuppppp. And I can’t say it gets better! You get no spoilers beyond that but ye
Jezebel: 😭😭😭😭😭 Honestly, though, this one was kinda boring. I guess setting up for the two-part finale. So I don’t have much to say past what was said
Wench: I don’t know for sure it’s two parts btw. But I think it is because I’m pretty sure they’re both centered around helping Tinga
Jezebel: “Helping” tinga
Wench: Aight… next episode(s) sometime soon, then?
Jezebel: YES
#dark angel#dark angel reactions#reactions#episode reactions#s01e19#hit a sista back#max guevara#logan cale#jezebel (pr)
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‧₊˚.𖧧. VALENTINE’S CARDS!
including! — (in order) diluc, kazuha, thoma, zhongli, childe, sucrose, shenhe, xinyan, yae & eula <3
genre/warnings! — fluff, short & sweet, valentine’s day content, sucrose favoritism I’M SORRY, some are modern!au, IF YOU DON’T LIKE THE GIFT i am sorry they are kinda personalized (if you’re koi and you’re allergic to flowers cover your nose)
༉‧₊˚. SYNOPSIS! — what do they include in their valentine’s card to you?
:: DILUC! ♥︎
delivered by: elzer! his apologies are relayed and he assures that you’ll have him all to yourself that night and many more
nicely sealed envelope with a personalized wax seal, your name addressed in his neatest penmanship
accompanied with a (noticeably expensive) bouquet of your favorite flowers and a personal copy of his manor’s keys (your initials are engraved on them as well)
it reads… “happy valentine’s day, my dear. be sure to make your way home tonight, won’t you?”
:: KAZUHA! ♥︎
delivered by: him! he has no occupying priorities that day, but you, of course
wonderfully handmade envelope that’s so good there’s no way he hadn’t practiced, a beautiful haiku he admits to spending hours on
accompanied with a pendant necklace containing a maple leaf and a kiss!
it reads… “happy valentine’s, love. i hope you like the necklace as i’m quite fond of it. i’m sure you’ll look stunning (you always do).”
:: THOMA! ♥︎
delivered by: him! he’s at your door at the first opportunity, you’ve got a whole day ahead of you
a card in your favorite colors, a heart next to your name and the wax seal of the kamisato clan etched on your envelope
accompanied with three boxes of varying chocolates and candies and a very, very big kiss!
it reads… “HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!! i was planning on getting you a stuffed animal but i figured you’d like matching ones better ;)”
:: ZHONGLI! ♥︎
delivered by: hu tao! she wasn’t supposed to be the one to give it to you, but she saw how hard he was pondering his approach and decided he should just be blunt
a beautifully golden crested card & envelope, your name scripted in a way that you wouldn’t even be able to recognize if it weren’t his handwriting
accompanied with a book you’ve been telling him you wanted to read, earrings containing your birthstones, and a sheepish apology for hu tao’s presumptuousness
it reads… “love will never be a strong enough word. happy valentine’s day, beloved.”
:: CHILDE! ♥︎
delivered by: one of his subordinates! he was requested at the tsaritsa’s headquarters last minute but he’ll be back!
he drew hearts all around the envelope to the point where you begin to wonder whether it was truly him or teucer, but it’s cute and you love it anyway
accompanied with a HUGE whale plush (to remind you of him) and a LOT of money (material girl)
it reads… “happy vday, sweetheart! there’s a 50/50 chance i won’t be the one giving this to you SO i’ll just say i love you and i’ll say the rest in person, ok? hope you love everything! <3”
:: SUCROSE! ♥︎
delivered by: her! though she gets nervous and basically shoves it all in your hands
handmade with such pretty craftsmanship! she adds all those cute tapes and little stickers & your name is flawlessly written in the center
accompanied with handmade chocolates!!! she not only made them all herself but they’re flower-shaped and are made to be even sweeter and longer-lasting than regular chocolate <3
it reads… “happy valentine’s day! thank you for being mine. i love you more than anything.”
:: SHENHE! ♥︎
delivered by: her! well, does it count as a delivery if it’s left on your nightstand?
intricate designs along its sides that amazingly mirror her red ropes, held by a small and neat red bow
accompanied by a day cuddled underneath your covers with her, protective holds and longing kisses peppered amongst your neck
it reads… “you’ve helped me more than you know. i couldn’t be happier that you love me.”
:: XINYAN! ♥︎
delivered by: beidou! she has a show that day and she already gave you your knee-weakening kiss in the morning before she rushed out the door
a flaming card, literally! it’s got a heart on fire as its centerpiece and you wonder where she bought a card so on theme with herself
accompanied with a ticket to a front row seat of her concert & a vip/backstage pass <3
it reads… “i love you so much and happy valentine’s day! you’re my everything. use these and come see me tonight!!!! >:)”
:: YAE MIKO! ♥︎
delivered by: her! do you honestly think she’d let any opportunity to flirt with you today slip away?
a card and envelope decorated identically to her omamori, an actual pigmented kiss mark of hers decorating the inside
accompanied with a pair of chopsticks encrypted with a style matching her own and a very impatient kiss
it reads… “happy valentine’s day, my sweetheart. maybe we can replicate this kiss mark unto your lips instead?”
:: EULA! ♥︎
delivered by: amber! she got a bit too flustered at the idea and handed it off to her instead
a card with her clan’s crest embodied on the back, her actual handwriting on display instead of the aristocratic penmanship she’d had drilled into her brain for years
accompanied by a quaint blue box of chocolates matching her own color palette (like in the art!) & a framed photograph taken on one of your first dates (the frame is gorgeous too)
it reads… “happy valentine’s day, my divinity. tease me for this and i will exact vengeance. please, come and see me when you have the time.”
thank you so much for reading !!! stay safe & ilu <3
#HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY EVERYONE!!!#thoma is the mf that takes you to build-a-bear as a date AND I FUCKING LOVE THAT#YES LETS GET MATCHING BEARS WITH OUR VOICES IN EACH OTHER’S#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin fluff#genshin headcanons#diluc x reader#kazuha x reader#thoma x reader#zhongli x reader#childe x reader#sucrose x reader#xinyan x reader#shenhe x reader#eula x reader#yae miko x reader
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forever and a day | 17. shelter.
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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.
characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)
warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of the aftermath of child abuse/neglect (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). mentions/descriptions of past CSA and CSM. medical abuse and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.somewhat evil!Tony Stark (eventually).
[Steve]
“What the hell do you mean, ‘security breach?’ What’s going on?” I spit back at Natasha. Girl flinches at my language, and the woman in the doorway steps forward into the room, offering me a hand up. Taking it, I rise shakily to my feet, noticing that the spy’s already suited up. As a million thoughts race through my mind, the child on the bed behind me begins to tremble; Natasha turns to her, her face softening.
“Hey honey, you and Steve gotta come with me, okay? We’re gonna get you guys somewhere else, somewhere safe,” she says. Girl’s eyes widen at her words.
“Natasha. Explain,” I demand, causing Girl to shrink back again.
“I will, on the way down. Can you carry her?” Nat shoots back.
Sighing in frustration, I turn to the quivering child sitting behind me, her hair still, still wet from the bath, dripping onto her sweater. Opening my arms up for the little girl, I attempt to soften my expression to hopefully help calm her worries. Nonetheless, she winces, clearly frightened by Nat’s words and my behavior. “Com'ere, sweetheart. It’s okay,” I soothe. Bottom lip trembling, Girl hesitates for several moments before finally giving in and leaning forward, allowing me to lift her up and place her on my hip.
Natasha turns and exits the room without another word, Girl and I following close behind as my brain continues to ache with confusion. As we speed down the hallway towards the living space, I open my mouth to press Nat further, but her own voice cuts me off. “Yeah, I got Cap and the kid. We’re heading down now.” It takes me a second, but I quickly realize that she’s speaking into her earpiece. In my head, I scold myself for turning mine off before giving Girl her bath. Reaching up, I tap at the small device in my ear, a beep sounding before I’m added back to the chat. “You didn’t hear any of what we were trying to say to you, did you?” Nat asks, talking to me this time.
“No, sorry. We were taking a bath,” I reason. As we reach the living room, the spy guides us straight to the elevator, pressing the button before turning back to me and Girl.
“Yeah, I figured. It’s fine, happens to the best of us,” Nat shrugs, not seeming too upset.
“So, are you gonna tell me what’s going on now?” I ask, still slightly frustrated about not being given any sort of explanation.
“A prisoner broke out from our mission in Korea,” the woman responds.
“What? And they’re here? I thought they were being housed at a separate location,” I reply, baffled at the news.
“They were being housed separately. But there was some sort of coordinated breakout, and now they want revenge. They want-” Nat’s gaze turns to Girl, and I look down to see that the child has started to cry silently into my chest. I don’t know how much of this she’s putting together, but I wish I were learning this information without her hearing it.
“You’re okay, hey,” I murmur to the child, rubbing her back gently as I look back up at Nat. “Was the prisoner who escaped an experiment? Or was it-”
“Dr. Huber,” Nat cuts me off. My eyes widen in disbelief.
“Huber? Isn’t that-”
“One of the agency’s top scientists,” she finishes for me. Before either of us can say any more, the elevator bell sounds, the doors sliding open as we pile in hurriedly. Turning to face the control panel on the inside of the cart, Nat hits the button for B1, one of the basement levels where cars and trucks are kept.
“Why aren’t we going to B3?” I question, referring to the building’s lock-down shelter.
“If they decide to drop a bomb, we don’t want the whole tower collapsing on you,” the spy replies. Nodding, my head throbs as I take a moment to try to come to terms with everything that’s happened with in the past five minutes or so. Glancing down at Girl again, my heart breaks to find the poor child in a mess of a panic, shaking feverishly as big, warm tears rolling down her rosy cheeks.
“Where are the others?” I wonder aloud.
“Ready to fight,” Nat tells me. “But you’re sitting this one out. You and Wanda are staying with Girl at the safehouse.”
“Don’t we need to protect the other experiments?” I ask as the elevator finally lands, the doors opening up to the parking garage.
“Huber’s not going after them. He’s only concerned with her,” Nat says, nodding at Girl. “We took down a lot of his friends, many whom he needed in order to keep operating. The kid’s the only one who could fix that for him now.” Leading us out towards the rows of vehicles, the woman stops at a compact black car, the windows tinted several shades darker than probably legal. Bulletproof. This is serious.
As Nat hops in the driver’s seat, I’m about to grab shot-gun when I realize that I still have a five-year-old in my arms. I sigh, not pleased in the slightest by the fact that we don’t have a proper car seat.
“Get in, Rogers,” Natasha orders, slamming her door shut and revving up the engine. After a moment of shaking my head in dissatisfaction, I decide to crawl into the backseat, securing Girl down on my lap.
“You better drive safely,” I grumble at my friend in the front, not happy at all with the danger of the situation.
Nat turns on the sophisticated GPS and pulls up secret shelter that’s a safe distance out of the city, a place I’ve heard of, but never been to in person. Shifting gears smoothly, she then begins pulling out of the parking space, heading towards the exit of the garage. While she’s going a little faster than usual, I don’t worry too much about her being in the driver’s seat. I’d much rather it be her than Tony.
Knowing there’s not much else I can do to help until we reach our destination, I turn my attention back down to Girl, saddened at the sight of her continuing to cry steadily, though I can tell she’s doing her best to make as little noise as possible. Given the steady stream of her tears and the shallow breaths she’s struggling to take in, it’s impressive that she’s actually able to remain silent; she must have grown good at it after so many years of practice.
The child looks up at me with her big green eyes, instantly shrinking in my arms, as if her whole body is doing its best to become so small that she could just disappear completely from my sight. “Hey,” I hum softly, reaching a hand up to stroke her face. The little girl ducks away from it, letting out a heartbreaking whimper. “Hey, shhh. You’re okay, Girl. We’re okay. We’re going somewhere safe, where nobody will be able to find us, okay? You’ll be safe, sweetheart. I promise you,” I soothe.
“Don’t leave Girl,” the poor thing begs, her little arms wrapping around my torso. My heart melts as I shake my head quickly.
“Oh honey, of course I won’t. I’ll stay right by your side the whole time,” I tell her, and I mean it. While I usually can’t stand the thought of sitting a fight out while the rest of my friends do the hard work, right now, Girl needs people to protect her. Deep down, I know that Wanda being the other hero chosen for the job is not an accident. If it came down to it and Girl’s safety was threatened, Wanda would probably have the best chance at saving her life.
“Don’t give Girl back, p-please don’t give Girl back,” the child adds.
“No, doll. Never, we would never give you back,” I assure her. Placing a gentle hand on Girl’s cheek, I cup her jaw softly as she flinches with a hiccup, the thought of her fearing us returning her to her captors making my chest burn with guilt. Blinking back another round of tears, the little girl looks up at me with wide eyes. “You’re a part of our team now, Girl,” I tell her seriously. “And we stick together, no matter what.”
“Wanda will be with you, too,” Natasha adds, trying to ease the child’s worries. “She’s got the coolest powers out of all of us. She won’t let anything bad happen to you, honey. None of us will.” As my friend’s reassuring words linger in the tense air of the car, I turn to glance out the window, watching as the skyscrapers turn to houses, then from houses to fields. How on earth did Huber escape? This was not the plan. I really thought we might be done fighting Hydra. I guess that was foolish of me, though. I should know by now, in this job, nothing’s ever really over.
A thought pops into my head, prompting me to ask, “Wait, why’re you driving us there? Why wouldn’t you just have us go, so you could stay back for the fight?”
“Knew you wouldn’t want to drive,” Nat responds simply, looking back for a moment and offering one of her signature smiles. “Not with the little one loose in the backseat. Someone needed to be holding onto her while someone else drove. You know, since we don’t have a booster seat or anything.” Smiling for a moment, I shake my head, not knowing what to say. Even in the most extreme circumstances, Nat’s always thinking of the little things.
Before long, we pull off the road to meet an old looking barn in what seems to be the middle of nowhere special. Nat parks the car in the gravel driveway and nods towards the building. “Just scan in and you’ll find your way,” she says. I unbuckle my seat belt and swing open the door, resting Girl back on my hip as I stand up. Before closing the door again, I look back in at Nat.
“Good luck out there,” I tell her sincerely.
“Thanks,” my friend says back to me. “You two stay safe.”
As soon as I swing the door closed, the car pulls away. Turning around towards the barn, I do a quick visual scan of the exterior. Though it appears to be a completely normal barn at first glance, I can begin to notice the differences fairly quickly as I walk up to the tall building. It’s made to look like it’s constructed of wood, but it most definitely isn’t. I place a hand on the 'sealed’ barn door, and after a few seconds a panel lights up, scanning my handprint. The panel turns green, and the door slides open, allowing us to slip in quietly, the door shutting behind us without a sound.
It’s mostly dark inside the structure, minus a few dim lights hanging from the ceiling. A secondary building sits within the outer walls, this one also made of sturdy metal, though there’s been no attempt to hide this fact. Girl looks around in wonder as I walk up to the smaller building’s door, once again placing my hand on a (now visible) panel. We’re given the green go-ahead again as the door slides open, revealing a staircase.
Taking each step carefully as we descend, I feel the little girl starting to shake again in my arms. “You’re okay, sweetheart,” I coo, stroking her hair soothingly. She turns from looking outward and buries her face in my neck, causing my heart to soften.
When we finally reach the bottom of the stairwell, we’re confronted by a third and final door. This time, when I scan in, it opens automatically to reveal a large room. Off in one of the corners, there’s a double bed, along with a dresser and a set of night tables. A couch and a few armchairs sit around a television on a rug near the door, a kitchenette and a small table off to one side, and another door that probably leads off to a bathroom to the other. The walls are light blue, the floor made of wooden slabs, though I know that there’s certainly metal or concrete just beneath the wallpaper and floorboards. Wanda sits patiently on the couch, her face lighting up when she sees us. I step in with Girl still in my arms, the heavy door sliding shut behind us. Still taking in my surroundings, I manage to greet the older girl lamely. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Wanda replies softly in return, smiling at both me and the child in my arms. Stepping into the room a bit further, I take a seat on one of the green armchairs. “Glad you guys made it here safely.”
Girl sniffles and looks over at Wanda, her eyes eventually moving to scan the scope of the room. Sighing, I shake my head sadly; I know this is all must be so confusing for her. I wish there were more I could say or do to help her feel at ease. “Are we gonna hear much more from the others?” I ask my teammate, wondering why I haven’t heard anything new over my earpiece.
Wanda shakes her head. “No, probably not. They created a separate link for the ones staying back at the tower. I’m sure they’ll reach out when it’s over, though, or if something happens and we need to know.” I nod, trying to not let my mind race about things that are out of my control. “I know it’s hard to be here right now, Steve. But this is the safest place for her to be.” The girl then raises a finger, as if she’s remembered something. “Oh, I brought you this,” she says, turning to the side of the couch. Reaching over, she pulls out my shield, turning again and handing it to me. Surprised, I accept it, placing it on the coffee table in front of us.
“Th-thanks,” I stutter, part of me touched by the gesture while the other flames myself in my head for managing to forget something so important. All I can figure is that with Girl suddenly being my top priority at all times, I’ve become a little preoccupied. “Where did you-?”
“It was sitting out in the lounge when everything happened. Nat said she was going to go find you when you weren’t responding, and- and then Tony sent me off, so I- I grabbed it, since I knew I would be meeting you here. I-I told Nat to tell you, just in case you tried to find it,” Wanda stammers, seeming almost nervous, like her touching it somehow would upset me. I smile at her sincerely, wanting to ease her anxiety.
“Hey, don’t worry about it, really. It means a lot that you grabbed it for me. I didn’t even think to even look for it,” I admit, “I was way too caught up with worrying about this one,” I say, bouncing girl gently on my lap. My friend smiles back at me, realizing that I hold no anger towards her for helping me out.
With the shield situation settled, Wanda turns her attention to Girl, who’s, as always, sitting obediently in my lap, though a stray tear still rolls down her cheek every once and a while.
“And how are you doing, my dear?” Wanda asks the small child softly. I can feel Girl relaxing slightly in my arms, an effect Wanda tends to have on people.
“S-scared,” Girl whimpers, impressing me by giving a response.
“Steve and I will take good care of you. Nobody will hurt you here; no one besides the team knows where we are, anyway. This is a very safe place.” Girl nods at her words, seeming to believe them. “I brought something for you, too, little one,” Wanda adds.
Reaching over into a backpack set on the floor beside the coffee table, the older girl pulls out a picture book. Girl’s eyes become dry and widen at the sight of it as she wipes away her remaining tears from her cheeks, looking intently over at the object. “It’s a picture book. I found it down in the library on the thirty-eighth floor. I think it’s about a cat; remember when you and Peter gave me that drawing of one the other day?” Wordlessly, Girl nods. “That was so special; I hung it up on the wall in my room. And when I saw this book, I instantly thought of you. Would you like to look at it with me?” Up until this point, books haven’t even crossed my mind yet for the little one. So far, everything’s been focused primarily on basic needs, though books make a lot of sense and would probably be a great thing to introduce to the child.
Girl looks up at me from her spot on my lap, almost opening her mouth, as if she’s about to seek permission. But nothing comes out, and before I know it, the poor kid’s shaking again, seemingly too afraid to even ask. The look in her eyes is devastating; it’s so obvious that she wants to go see what Wanda has for her, but she’s entirely too overcome with fear. Looking down gently at the small girl, I wait patiently, wanting to give her plenty of time to find her courage, but it doesn’t happen. Instead, her bottom lip begins wobbling, and tears build up in her emerald eyes once again.
Tilting my head sympathetically at the child, I offer her a kind smile in hopes of lessening her worries. “Hey sweetheart, there’s no need to cry. Do you want to go look at the book? I can come with you and we can sit with Wanda and read it together. I remember that cat drawing; that was so pretty, honey. Remember how you gave him a little pink nose? I wonder if maybe the cat in the book has a little pink nose, too.”
Girl doesn’t even answer, the poor thing, completely terrified that whatever she says will be wrong.
“Here,” I say as I decide to take over, lifting the little girl up as I rise to my feet, shifting over so that we’re on the couch next to Wanda. Sitting down beside my friend, I reposition Girl in my lap so that she has a good, clear view of the book. Wanda holds it out in front of us, gazing at the child with a look of care and gentleness in her eyes.
“Look Girl, the title says 'Kitten Goes to School.’” Wanda reads softly. Girl looks over hesitantly, the drawing of the peach-colored cat on the front catching her eye.
“W-will it hurt?” the child’s tiny voice wavers, breaking her silence.
“What do you mean,” Wanda asks incredulously, “the book?” I blink a few times, not sure what to say. I guess it didn’t register until now that maybe Girl didn’t know what a picture book was. It makes sense, though, the more that I think about it. After all, she didn’t know what a stuffed animal was.
“No doll, it won’t hurt. It’s just a story, see? There’re lots of pictures, along with words, and they tell a story together,” I explain, opening the book and flipping through the pages to prove my point. At seeing this, Girl’s body becomes noticeably less tense as she sniffles, leaning to get a little bit better of a view.
Wanda looks at me as if to say, 'What on earth?’ I look back at her sadly, unsure of how to respond. At the end of the day, we’re all new to dealing with a child like this, and no matter how many times we’re left absolutely speechless by her heartbreaking revelations, it doesn’t seem to be getting any easier; every new piece of information we learn about her upbringing is just as distressing as the last.
“Would you like me to read it to you?” Wanda asks carefully, earning a nod from Girl, her eyes growing wide with curiosity. “Okay,” Wanda begins, opening up to the first page. “Kitten Goes to School. Once upon a time…”
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hii!! i love your stories. can you make a fluffy/angst about eren and reader. where eren is jealous because jean is always with y/n and he hides it but his anger was obvious and the two got into the small fight because eren wont admit why he is angry and it turns into fluff or smut it depends. THANK YOUUY
eren’s masterlist
a/n | ok so i finally got inspiration for this, i hope it turned out ok. enjoy!
warnings | sex, cursing, nsfw, praising, fingering, creampie, mature content!!
category | smut/fluff/angst
wc | 5k+
pairing | eren jeager & f!reader
“ready to go?” eren stands at the doorway to your bedroom, one arm resting on the top of his head, his biceps flexing through the fitted black t-shirt. his multiple chains rest on top of the thin black fabric, chocolate brown hair tied into a messy bun.
you guys are supposed to meet up at sasha’s apartment with a few of your friends in a little while for a game night, one that happens every other friday.
“almost.” you place the final pieces of your outfit together, finishing off styling your hair. eren’s emerald eyes track you from the door, watching you complete your look. once your done, you grab your bag from the hook on the back of your door, switching off the lights in your room and nodding your head in confirmation at eren. he gives you a slow once over, smiling a boyish smile, eyes basically forming hearts. he enterlaces his fingers with yours, pulling you out the door and into the hallway. “you look so good babe.”
an entire swarm of butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks from his simple yet loving compliment. tucking a piece of hair away from your face, you duck your head, smiling bashfully to yourself. “thank you eren.” he pecks your cheek, his soft lips lingering on your skin as you guys slide out the door and into his car.
he drives out, one hand on the steering wheel, his other arm resting on your seat behind your head. his phone automatically connects to the car, playing chill music in the background. sliding his arm down, he places his veiny hand on the flesh of your thigh, squeezing once, twice, then resting, slightly gripping your skin.
you guys drive in silence for a while, just basking in the warmth of each other’s presence, music playing in the background. soft moonlight pours into the car through the windows, illuminating his tan skin, strands of brown hair falling out of his messy bun, cupping the sides of his face.
after a few minutes, eren breaks the silence, grabbing your hand with his. “you know…” he squeezes, as if to comfort himself. “jean might act all lovey dovey with you again tonight.”
you shoot him a confused look, your brows furrowing in confusion. “what do you mean, act all lovey dovey with me?”
“i mean that he’s going to constantly talk to you like he does every game night. hell, i’m pretty sure he even lets you win some games on purpose just to see you smile at him. c’mon, that's my move.” he lets out a defeated sigh, bringing your hand to his mouth, planting a soft kiss on your knuckles.
“i just wanted to, you know, warn you, in case he makes a move on you, which the shit head will probably do.” a light blush tinted his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he spoke. while his focus was still trained on the road ahead, his azure eyes flickered towards you every few seconds, trying to conclude your reaction.
you laugh, placing your other hand on top of your interlocked ones, soothingly rubbing his own. “it’s okay eren. thank you for warning me about jean, but he's not being “lovey dovey” with me, hes just being kind.” you lift your hand, affectionately cupping his cheek. “besides, you know about his crush on mikasa.”
he leans into your touch, rubbing his cheek against your palm like a child. “i know, baby. i just don’t want him stealing what’s mine.”
you giggle, turning up the music. “i promise you, he won’t.” the corners of eren’s mouth turn up into a crooked grin as he gazes at you from his peripheral vision, admiring the moonlight making your skin glow. “thank you.”
shortly after, you guys arrive at sasha’s house, eren knocking on the door with a musical rhythm. the door flies open, jean’s tall and lean figure greeting you guys at the doorway with a sly smile. “hey guys.”
jean swiftly scans your body up and down, eyes trailing over your outfit. the gesture doesn't go unnoticed by eren, who can already feel himself getting mad just by the sight of the boy.
jean softly grabs your hand, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “you look nice.” you giggle, hugging him back with the limited air in your lungs. “hey jean.”
eren squints his eyes at the gesture from behind, crossing his arms and slightly pouting, still standing behind the doorway. jean let’s go of you, smiling a not so innocent grin at eren, amber eyes twinkling with mischief. “hey man, are you going to stand there all day?” he motions his head inside. “come in.”
grunting, eren stomps inside, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the sitting area, not looking back. jean closes the door, twisting the lock and pulling the extra security chain over.
already in the living room are sasha and connie chatting away on the carpet, sasha with a bag of chips in hand while stuffing some into her mouth with the other, armin sitting on the couch, nose stuffed in his book.
eren leads you to the couch, pulling you down to sit next to armin. the boy feels the couch sink, now alert of your presence. his head looks up from the book, the golden blonde gracing you with a sweet and welcoming smile. “oh, hey.” the smile is contagious, and you give him a fist bump, looking into his sapphire eyes. “hi armin.”
“hey. look who’s here!” sasha notices you and eren on the couch, exclaiming your name and rushing over to you. she pulls you into a bone crushing hug much like jean’s, wrapping her arms around your head and stuffing your face into her stomach. “h- hi sa-sasha.” you tap her side a few times, the air in your lungs disappearing from her tight embrace. “i. can’t. breathe…”
eren chuckles besides you, connie sensing your danger from behind. he rushes to your aid, pulling sasha off of you by her shoulders, giving you a chance to regain your breath. “sasha, no. don’t suffocate the guests.”
“oh no, i’m so sorry!” she scrambles to get her bag of chips, sticking her arm out and holding it in front of your face, nudging it for you to grab. “here, i’ll give you the rest of my chips to compensate.”
you nod your head, grabbing the bag and looking into it, only to see that there’s just a singular chip left, crumbs at the bottom of the pack. “uh- sasha there’s nothing left-“ you look up at her, seeing the same happy and lovable expression on your friends face as always. “never mind.” you beam a smile at her, happy to see her again tonight. “thank you.”
“of course!” she grabs your head, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.
jean strides into the middle of everyone, clasping his large hands together with a clap. “all right! let the games begin.”
“what are we playing today?” you ask, tilting your head in wonder.
“we're playing pictionary first. everyone know how to play?” sasha glances around, scanning over everyone’s faces. you all nod, everyone already knowing how to play.
“okay! great.” she walks into the corner, opening a small closet, pulling out a wooden stand, and then a large whiteboard accompanied by red and black dry erase markers, placing them in the front, standing tall. “now we have to pick partners. choose wisely, because some of you really suck ass at drawing.” although voicing this to everyone, her eyes are staring specifically at eren, an accusing look on her face.
he picks up on the insult, scoffing and turning his face, crossing his arms in disbelief. “i don’t know what you’re talking about”, he mumbles under his breath, loud enough for you to hear.
you laugh, placing a hand on his bicep. “it’s okay eren, i personally think you are amazing at drawing. you peck his cheek, giving him a loving smile. a very light blush spread on his cheeks as he turned to face you, placing a soft kiss on your lips, not caring about public displays of affection around both of your closest friends. he pulls away, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, starting a sentence. “do you maybe want to partner toget-”
jean calls your name from the side, long legs swiftly approaching you. he stops in front of you, amber eyes looking into yours. “do you want to be partners? we’re both the best after all”, he states, a cocky grin on his face.
although flattered, you give an apologetic smile, turning to face eren again, who is shooting daggers at jean with his eyes. if looks could kill, jean would definitely be gone right now.
“i’m sorry jean, but i wanted to be partners with eren.”
“it’s fine.” eren’s deep voice speaks, words confusing you. “what?”
he turns away, avoiding eye contact and gazing at nowhere in particular. “i said it’s fine. if you wanna be partners with jean, be partners with jean. i’ll just be with armin”, he huffs out, a blank expression on his face.
“no but eren, i want to be partners with you-”
“no, go with him.” he doesn't let you retort, mind already firmly set.
“are you sure?”
“yes.”
no. he’s not sure, but he doesn’t want to seem like the possessive type of boyfriend, the one that won’t let you hang out or do things with other boys. this is him trying to be a good boyfriend for you, even if it angers him to see you with another guy.
“great!” jean grabs your wrist, pulling you away to another chair, eren’s emerald eyes tracking your movement.
sasha places a tiny blue bin filled with little papers in the middle of the table. “okay, this bin is filled with the different topics that you guys have to draw, that your other partner will have to guess. they’re relatively easy, it really just depends on your skills with details and trying different things.” she paces around, checking over everything to make sure the game is set. “basically, there will be three rounds since there’s three teams. in the end, whoever first team guesses the most and wins the most points, wins.” sasha tugs on connie‘s arm, pulling him into a standing position. “connie and i will go first. connie, pick a paper from the bin, and you will draw first, i’ll try to guess.”
connie wines, drooping his shoulders and standing stiff in his spot. “whyy do we have to draw firsttt?” sasha pays no mind, tauntingly smiling at him. “because people with no hair don’t get to choose.” she turns him around, shoving him forwards by his shoulder. “now go. we each get fifteen seconds. i’ll put the timer on my phone.”
connie rolls his eyes but gives in, picking a paper from the bin. he stands for a moment, contemplating over what he got, and then nods his head. he walks in front of the board, lifting up a black erase marker. sasha settles into the chair, sitting up and preparing herself. “ready?” connie nods, a hesitant smile on his face. “kay, go!” on cue, he starts drawing a series of lines on the board, arm flexing as it moves, rushing to beat the time.
“is it fries?” sasha guesses out, excitedly pointing at the board. connie shakes his head no, continuing to draw a circular blob.
“burger!” he shakes his head.
“potatoes!”
“ooh, ooh! potatoes and fries!”
connie grunts, running a hand over his face in frustration.
jean taps your shoulder, grabbing your attention as he leans into your ear. “it’s a giraffe.” you mouth an “o”, the picture on the board suddenly coming together and making sense.
“i got it! meat!”
ding ding ding!
the timer on sasha‘s phone rings out, telling everyone that her time is over. connie aggressively caps the marker, slamming it down to the table and pacing towards sasha. he stretches his hands out in frustration, eyes bulging out of his head. “IT WAS A FREAKIN’ GIRAFFE!” everyone erupts into laughter, giggling at the iconic duo. sasha shrinks in her seat, realization dawning on her face. “ohhhh, that makes sense.” connie glares at her, making her shrink even more. “sorry?” her voice comes out as a squeak, as she subtly reaches her hand over to grab another bag of chips. connie sighs, plopping down next to her. “i need a new partner.” he mutters under his breath, although, a small smile rests on his face.
“okay!” jean springs up, looking down at you and stretching a large hand out for you. “our turn now.” you nod your head, hesitantly placing your hand in his. your eyes flicker over to eren, who’s turquoise eyes are dead set on the physical contact between you and jean, fumes practically blowing out of his ears. you retract your hand, sensing erens jealousy from across the room, resulting in jean giving you a confused look. maybe this wasn’t a great idea.
“i’ll draw first”, you say, walking towards the blue bin. you pick out a paper, determining in your mind what you are going to draw for the term you were given.
-
as the night went on, more rounds were completed, different teams gaining points. you and jean were a natural, just like he had said. you guys collected the most points, never once failing to guess the other’s picture. you guys enjoyed the night, constantly laughing with each other over something stupid that was happening.
sasha and connie progressively got better, improving on their communication throughout the game. armin and eren were amazing, armin always able to guess eren’s picture, despite his not so great art skills.
it wasn't just that he wasn't great at drawing, but he was distracted. by you. eren’s eyes never once left you and jean, constantly watching the two of you interact, virescent eyes clouded with jealousy and anger. no one paid him mind, thinking that the boy was just being his usual, angry self.
but you knew eren better than anyone. he was upset. it was obvious to you. but if you tried to talk to him or ask him what was wrong, he would reply only in short, one worded answers. “are you okay?” “yes.”
he barely interacted with anyone throughout, not even paying armin any mind when the blonde tried to communicate with him.
the last straw was when you and jean had won the final round.
you guys were yelling in ecstasy, boasting about your success to the others. you had reached out both your hands to give jean a high five in congratulations, and as he connected his large hands with yours, he pulled you into an embrace, wrapping his arms around you, trapping you in a friendly hug close to his body.
of course, eren witnessed the interaction, and if he wasn't angry before, oh he definitely was now.
he stood up, stomping towards the both of you, aggressively pushing jean away from you. jean stumbled back, trying to catch himself from falling, as you stood there, eyes wide.
“ay, what the fuck, man?” jean steps towards eren, squaring up to him, amber eyes challenging him to lay another hand.
“don’t fucking touch her.” eren doesn't stutter, and he grabs your wrist, pulling you away to the door, not even looking back at jean. you hurriedly grab your purse from the couch, scanning around the room to make sure nothing was left. armin and the others just watch the exchange, not even bothering to interfere, sasha happily munching on her snack, watching everything like a movie.
armin leans over, whispering in sasha’s ear. “um, should we say something?”
“nope!” connie reaches a hand into sasha’s bag of chips, stealing a few in his fingers resulting in her slapping the hand away, dragging the chips away.
eren unlocks the door with his hand, your wrist still held tightly by the other. “eren? what are you doing?” successfully unlocking the door after fumbling, he pulls it open, dragging you outside. “were leaving.”
your brows furrowed in confusion as he quickly pulls you down the hall, towards the elevator. you don’t say anything as he takes you to where his car was parked, still racking your brain on why he was acting like this, making you guys leave abruptly.
approaching his car outside, he finally lets go of your hand, pulling out his car keys and unlocking the door. he opens the passenger side door for you, still not saying anything as he walks over to the driver’s side, getting in and slamming the door.
you get in the car, softly shutting the door, and you just look straightforward, still not conversing. and this is how it is the entire car ride, your eyes just trained forward, not even bothering to peak a glance at eren, while he silently drove, emerald eyes flickering to the side to look at you once in a while. and this time, his hand is not on your thigh or intertwined with your own hand, it’s just sitting on his lap.
you both arrive back at your shared apartment. you throw your stuff on the couch, heading straight to the bathroom, not even bothering to acknowledge eren. he went straight to the bedroom, slamming the door with a loud thud.
you sigh, placing your palms on the bathroom counter, looking at your reflection. “what the fuck is up with him?” you mutter silently to yourself, running a hand down your face.
and then it clicks. jean. you were basically with him the entire night. that makes sense. the conversation in the car before arriving at sasha’s, the daggers shooting out of eren’s eyes straight at jean whenever he neared you. the closed off attitude the whole game night.
he’s jealous.
and his dumbass won’t tell you. considering how stubborn he is, you know that you will have to talk to him first before he even admits it. so you wash your hands, and gather up the rest of your energy to go and face your boyfriend.
approaching the bedroom door, you silently turn the doorknob, opening the door with a tiny creek. “eren?” you see him sitting down on the bed, scrolling through his phone. as you walk in and shut the door, he notices your presence and looks up, a blank expression on his face, a look in his eyes that you can’t describe. you stand in front of the wall awkwardly, shuffling your feet. “eren, please talk to me.”
he finally meets your eyes, staring at you for a long moment before he stands up, rising to his full height. he trudges towards you with his long legs, stopping at least a foot away from you.
“talk about what?”
“about what just happened. why are you so upset?”
“i’m not upset.” he feins an innocent look, crossing his arms against his chest. but you don’t believe the facade for a second. you squint your eyes, tilting your head at him. “yeah, right.” you purse your lips, crossing your own arms as well. “you’re jealous.”
that ignites a reaction out of him. hes close enough to you that his scent reaches your nose, vanilla taking over your senses. eren stares at you, studying your face. “i’m not fucking jealous.”
you raise your eyebrows in disbelief. “not jealous my ass. you are jealous. because of jean.”
eren steps closer to you, backing you into the wall, slamming his palm on the place next to your head, a burning look taking place in his eyes. “why are you so damn insistent with that? i said, i’m. not. jealous.”
you flinch, letting your arms drop to your sides, cowering under his gaze. “eren…” your voice cracks, your gaze dropping to your feet.
once he sees the fear and worry in your eyes, the once burning fire look in his emerald orbs fade into a soft and tender one.
“i- i’m sorry. you’re right. i am jealous.” he bows his head, brown hair out of the bun falling to the sides of his face. he sighs, moving the hand that was next to your head, to cup the side of your face. he places his forehead against yours, lovingly looking into your eyes. you bite your lip, waiting in anticipation of what he’s going to say.
“it’s just- i just don’t want to lose you to jean, or for that matter, lose you to anyone. i- your the best thing that has ever happened to me, and i can’t lose you.”
you gaze into his eyes, and the only thing you see now is pure love and worry. you caress his own cheek, making him bring his eyes back to yours. “don’t worry eren. you won't be losing me anytime soon. or ever in fact.”
he smiles a boyish grin, immediately put at ease and reassured by your kind words. he leans in, stopping right in front of your face, noses almost touching, lips only inches away. he looks into your eyes, searching for something in yours. “can i show you how much i don’t want to lose you?” his minty breath fans over your lips. his voice is deeper now, huskier, a heavier tone hiding underneath. your breath hitches in your throat, and you take a big gulp as his eyes flicker to your lips. you nod your head, and without wasting a moment, eren’s warm lips latch onto yours.
one of his hands moved from its former position, sneaking around your waist to pull you closer to him, while his other large hand traces circles into your cheek. you fist the front of his shirt, and eren presses his body against yours, swiping his tongue against your bottom lip asking for access. you comply, letting the wet limb in, it swirling around your own tongue, exploring every inch and crevice of your mouth. strong arms slide underneath your thighs, and he lifts you off the ground, pinning your back against the wall.
you instinctively wrap your legs around his body, placing your hands around his neck. you could feel his toned abs against your stomach, as well as his heartbeat, beating fast against yours. eren pulls away from the kiss, catching his breath before moving down, trailing wet and hot kisses down your face and to your jaw line. you move your hands up and tangle them in his hair, tugging just how he likes you to, conducting a low groan out of him.
eren moves down to your neck, finding your sweet spot when you let out a soft moan, and he bites and sucks, marking his territory and leaving discolored spots on your skin that you would have to take care of tomorrow. he smashes his lips against yours with more lustfulness, large hands groping and squeezing your thighs. he swings around, walking you towards the bed, placing your back against this soft mattress.
eren climbs on top of you, one knee in between your thighs, leaving your legs open, his chains dangling over your face. his hands trail up your body, feeling every inch of your skin. they trail back down, fingers sliding into your waistband of your pants, fingers caressing your clothed slit, gently pinching your sensitive essence through the material. you squirm under his touch, shivers traveling up and down your spine. “eren…”
“does that feel good, baby?” he questioned, slowly pulling your panties down your legs. you nod your head, raising your hips to help him pull off your underwear. “that’s a good girl”, he muttered, as his finger ran up and down your wet slit, gathering up your slick.
he pushed one long finger inside, as you arched your back up and into his chest, your walls clenching around his digit. “i am going to show you how much i love you.”
eren added another finger, hitting your spongy sweet spot, stretching your walls, your juices trailing down his hand. “you’re making such a mess.” he groaned with his husky voice, desire loud and clear.
“eren, m- more” you moaned out in a breathy voice. he complied, sliding another finger knuckles deep in between your drenched walls, curling and trusting them in and out. the same familiar feeling started building up in your lower abdomen area, tightening with each slow thrust. your hand grabbed his hair, pulling and tugging as your walls were clenching.
his other hand went for your clit, rubbing and caressing, as the feeling in your abdomen increased. with a few more thrusts from his long fingers, you came undone, clear liquid leaking down his fingers as he pulled out.
your legs were slightly shaking, mind overwhelmed with pressure. “such a good girl. making a mess everywhere.” he stuck his fingers in his mouth, licking and sucking on his fingers, not leaving any of your juice left to waste. “can i take off your shirt?”
you nod your head, brain still fuzzy as you came down from your high. eren positions his hands at the bottom of your shirt as you sit up a bit, lifting it up and over your head, throwing it on the floor. his fingers travel to behind your back, unclasping your bra easily without fumble.
he situates his hands on your waist, setting his pink lips onto yours. he traced shapes with his fingers along your stomach, trailing up to your breasts, rolling your hard nipples in between his fingers, pinching and twisting as his mouth swallowed your whimpers and cries.
he pulled away with this string of saliva connecting the both of your lips, his virescent eyes locked onto yours, lust cloudy them. “you know, you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.” he stupidly smiled, taking off his shirt and throwing it onto the floor near yours, revealing his sculpted chest. he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them and his boxers off his own legs in one swift motion. his cock sprung out, slapping against his stomach, pre cum oozing out of the pink tip.
his muscles flexed and contracted with each movement as he moved between your legs, spreading your thighs open and wide. he placed them over his shoulders, grabbing your ass and lifting your hips off the mattress, aligning his length with the entrance to your core. “i love you baby. are you ready?” you nod your head, pushing your hips forward in an attempt to feel more of him.
eren’s grip tightened on you, sure to leave light bruises the next day. he started rolling your hips so that his cock would move along your slit, pressing at your entrance and on your clit. you whined, desperately needy for him inside you.
he chuckled, his wet tip almost inside you. “i got you.” he slowly pushed his length inside your core, inching his way in as your toes curled due to the satisfying pleasure. you close your eyes, the delightful feeling taking over you.
“no, look at me, baby.” eren’s almost growling, his voice firm and commanding. you open your eyes, uncontrollable moans spilling from your mouth. “good girl.” he grunted, pushing himself deep inside your cunt, his tip brushing your cervix, your walls clenching around his cock.
he started thrusting inside you, his veiny cock throbbing inside you, his tip pressing onto your sensitive spot, eliciting moans from you. “shit, you’re taking me so fucking well.” he thrusted in and out of you, your climax quickly approaching. “eren, i- i am going to cum.” you croaked out, barely managing to form any more words.
eren quickens the pace, his hips crashing onto yours even faster than before. your whole body quivers, and your mind went blank, eyes rolling to the back of your head. eren continues to fuck you hard, the lewd expressions on your face only encouraging him on. he pressed you thighs further into your chest, you’re legs still shaking from the intensity. “baby, we’re just getting started.”
he places his wet tongue on your clit, as two large fingers sink into your core, curling inside your now sensitive cunt. your hands buried in his hair, tugging the chocolate strands from the overstimulation. “eren.. shit. t- too much” you cried out, hands burying even deeper.
he kept sucking and licking with his mouth, his fingers increasing speed as they thrusted into you. your hips started grinding, trying meeting the pace of his thrusts. you reached your climax once again, throat dry from all your moans. you sunk into the soft mattress below you, in a state of pure bliss. “that’s right sweetheart.” eren climbed on top of you again, his still hard and throbbing cock entering your drenched cunt in one simple motion.
his mouth connected to your breast, tongue swirling around your nipple while his other hand masssged into the other. “scream my name.” your walls continue to clench around his legs, pressure building once again in your lower abdomen.
eren was panting, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and erratic. “i thought i said,” he looks at you, eyes half lidded, sweat dripping down his body. “i want to hear you scream. my. name.” he thrusts into you hard, making you cry out. “eren!” and with that you climax for another time, your walls clenching and milking his cock, encouraging his own high.
his cock twitched inside you, throbbing as his movement came to a halt. his cum poured inside you, painting your walls white with his liquid. eren collapsed next to you on the bed, irregularly breathing, sweat falling down his body.
he connected his lips with yours once again, caressing the side of your cheek lovingly. he pulls away after a few moments, gazing into your eyes. “i hope that was enough to show you how much i love you.”
you smile like an idiot, nodding your head and humming. “you certainly did. i love you, eren.”
“good”, he planted a kiss on your cheek, stroking your hair. “let’s go take a shower and clean up, okay?” he gently picked you up, carrying you bridal style to the bathroom. “you did so well tonight.” he plants a soft kiss on your forehead, his warm lips lingering for a moment. “again, i’m sorry about everything earlier.”
you give him a reassuring smile, smoothing out his messy hair. “it’s okay eren. i forgive you. i love you.”
“i love you.”
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💕 reader turns into a baby and obsessed with Bucky. Awww 🥺
Infant Issues
bucky barnes x reader / masterlist
warnings; fluff, morgan definitely being tony’s kid, biting, swearing, spoilers for IW and Endgame, mention of the blip, childish behaviour from adults, terrible humour (I really am sorry), spoiler for WV, mention of age gap, kinda a crossover, an absolute mess 😂
“Morgan?” Bucky frowned, as the girl tried to speed past him. It was not wise for anyone to allow the mischievous child run around the compound alone, she always got up to nothing but trouble, and there was such a glazing in her brown eyes.
She didn’t spare him a glance, instead, she bolted, causing the super soldier to sigh. He would have went after her if there weren’t already footsteps recurring from the path that she had just came from; it was his father. It so happened that there was a bundle of joy in his arms, crying like the sudden crack of dawn.
“What were you going to do, wait another five years to tell everyone about this one, Stark?” Bucky asked with a chuckle, though the cries from the infant muted at the sound of his voice. The child wiggled in Tony’s grasp, trying her utmost to reach out for the vibranium armed hero.
“She’s not my daughter, if she was, I think me and you would be having conversations.” Tony’s words spurred a frown to combust out onto Barnes’ face, and the billionaire sighed, shifting the baby so that the baby was in Bucky’s arms.
The child cooed up at him, her eyes were a baby blue, sure to avert possibly into a different colour once she grew elder. “Look, I didn’t ask if I could hold her, she’s cute, but why do you-“
“Morgan did it.” Tony willingly blamed his own daughter. With her various experimentations, she was definitely taking after him. He’d be sure to keep this one quiet from Pepper, otherwise he was almost certain that he’d be banned from bringing Morgan on expeditions to the compound.
“I though y/n was supposed to be watching her.” Stated the enhanced soldier, cocking his head at the information that he recalled. He promptly remembered you abandoning him half way through training the newbie recruits, because Happy was dropping Morgan off, and you had offered watch over her, despite the associate being there.
“She was, and now you’re going to have to watch over her.” Tony pointed specifically to the child in his arms, and that was when realisation hit Bucky. He gulped, breathing through his nose to calm himself, as all the pieces clicked perfectly together.
This was not just a child - it was you. As he gazed down at you, he could finally see the pouted expression that would fixate upon your face when you paid attention to him when you were drunk, there was a glazing over your eyes as you raised your small and innocent hands, scraping down the stubble of his chin, as you curled further into his arms.
“I am going to kill you.” He steadily spoke, huffing as Sam went to walk past, but stopped himself when he saw the bundle of joy that was content in the brooding soldier’s arms.
“What the hell! Did you and y/n have a baby or something without telling anyone?” Oh, how he wished those were the circumstances, and if the pair of you were to ever have a child together, then he would be impartial to the idea of doing so.
"This is not my child, it's y/n, thanks to Stark over there." He bounced you in his arms, he even felt a small dribble of spit seep through his shirt, but he didn't mind, not as his icy glare was intently prized upon the philanthropist.
"Hey, it was my daughter's fault, not mine!" Tony excused himself from the blame, holding his palm against his chest, as he received as such. Sam ogled at him for a second, before returning his attention back into Bucky, and little you.
He came forwards, reaching his hand towards you, keening as you went to grasp his. As you did so, a smile broke out upon the man’s face, until it contorted into a sharp frown, the noise of a yelp escaping from his lips. “That little bitch bit me.”
“Language.” Steve rounded the corner, his golden brows raising when he saw the infant contently resting in his best friend’s arms. “Did you and y/n have a baby without telling us?”
“That’s what I said!” Sam beckoned to the blonde, as he averted a strong gaze to you and your normal sized partner. "Until she bit me, it reminds me of that time that I tried to steal her fries."
"I don't see why your complaining." Bucky rolled his eyes, bracing you up straighter so that your forehead was pressed lightly against his shoulder. "I'm the one whose partner is an actual child."
"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam rolled his eyes in reference to how you were beforehand, before Steve cut in, directing his leading tone towards the men that were stood idly by.
"What actually happened?" Tony found his enquiry to be an opportunity to avert the fault from himself; how lucky indeed was it that Steve asked such a thing.
"Technically it's your fault capsicle. Morgan found your prototype of your unsuccessful time machine. As you can see, she turned into a baby, much like Lang. And if you want to push the blame off of yourself, blame these two for their asses disappearing."
"Hey, if I wanted to disappear, I wouldn't have made such a dramatic exit. I'd have just left for my sister's." Crossing his arms, Sam shook his head at the man that was not wearing his iron suit. He was unable to take any responsibility, unless it was for his genius brain wave of creating the true transportation for the time heist.
"Well I'm going to keep that noted for any future repercussions." Oh, how Wilson regretting mentioning that now.
"You left it out, within your daughter's reach." Bucky quirked his brow, as he prepared to head towards the storage of the private laboratory that was shared between the two science bros.
"Technically, that was the big green guy." Bucky vouched not to listen to Stark, instead, he continued to walk, leaving the three other men in his rear view, though for the most part, he could still hear them bickering.
"Maybe we should turn you into a baby, I doubt much would change."
"Maybe we should turn you into a baby, I doubt much would change." Tony mimicked Steve, thus only proving his point. He was certainly a man that enjoyed pressing people's buttons, it was a shining attribute of the once playboy, and god, did it annoy the hell out of Barnes.
As he entered the laboratory, he found the lab to be in a state of havoc. "Hey, it wasn't me this time." Scott laughed, as he used an extinguisher against the frayed machine, that was blubbering sparks from its ruined exterior.
"Smash!" A small green child, wearing glasses that were far too big for him, ran across the room, followed shortly by a child with long blonde hair wrapped up in a red cape, as though it were some kind of makeshift diaper.
"Explain." Bucky bluntly stated, clenching his jaw, as he cooed lightly at your cries that pierced the air. He bounced you in his arms, not quite certain of what he was supposed to do.
In his time, there wasn't exactly an education system to teach the men going to war how to parent, or even care for a child. A part of him panicked; it was you, he hated seeing you cry in general, but now he couldn't attempt to find out the cause for your falling tears.
"Aw is that y/n?" The man half dressed in his ant man suit asked, a bright smile on his face, as he reached out to hold you. To say Bucky was hesitant to pass you to him was an understatement. "I have a daughter, I've looked after a baby before."
"From jail?" The white wolf asked, as he heard a crash exhibit from the connecting room, obviously being the fault of the two most destructive avengers, or at least, their little versions. Being aged down was definitely certification for trouble, everyone knew that.
"Okay I wasn't in there for that long." Scott reassured him, he picked up a bottle of milk from the table, handing it to the metal armed man, whom had never fed a child before. He found himself, cautiously, keeping a watchful eye, passing you over to the former criminal, intently watching every movement that the man made.
Lange simply fed you. "Always thought you and y/n would have a cute baby, imagine its- oh yeah, well after all that stuff that happened with vision and SWORD, we thought it best to destroy any technology that was recovered from the old base. This part survived, and well, I went into its- okay, you don't want to hear the science, but basically Thor insisted he could break it with his hammer, albeit whilst I was inside of it, and it sent energy around the room that turned them into pubescent children."
"I can see that it did nothing to you. And I thought Morgan did it.”
"I was so relieved, lucky I- wait, was that an insult?" Bucky remained primitively silent, and that answered Scott's question. The hero sighed, as you finished nursing, and your arms reached for Bucky, to whom he passed you to. “And I lied...”
He literally blamed a five year old for the screw up of grown men. Tony was going to thrive off this information, whence he knew that his daughter was in fact not the culprit.
"What do we do now?" He was eager to find a cure for this betrothed science. Those whom were responsible for your decrease in age, well, one was running around the compound, and the other, well, he was even younger than Morgan currently.
"You could wait twenty years, I mean you two already have quite a big age gap, and please don't kill me. I'm not sure that Cap would approve, I am a vital source to the team!"
"I'm not going to kill you tic tac. Or at least not at least until we fix these three."
"Phew." Scott wiped his brow, blowing air from his mouth. "Wait thre- oh yeah, the little guy carrying the hammer that is bigger than himself, and the
"Okay, we need someone smarter." Bucky sighed heavily, as he hugged you in thought. "You tried hitting it again with the hammer?"
"Oh my god, I could be worthy!" Gasped Scott, running off to the next room, only to come back limping, a pained expression on his face. "Little Asguardian bastard hit me!"
Bucky contained his smirk, and instead passed you to Lang, venturing into the other part of the lab, finding that Bruce was asleep, a blob of snot hanging from his nose, he could see the hammer in the middle of the room, almost as though it were waiting for him to attempt grabbing the handle, and Thor was-
The minuscule god jumped from one of the shelves, wrapping his arms around the front of Bucky’s neck, as he put all his weight on the super soldier’s back. In all practicality, Thor was strangling him, and Bucky tapped his arm, trying to convince him to let go.
“I know who Noobmaster69 is.” Thor quirked his head, lessening his hold, as he promptly awaited his now older friend to continue. “It’s, its- his name is Wade Wilson.”
“Wilson!” No, gosh no. Bucky stood completely, making sure to keep Thor in the vicinity, he needed him to be so so that he could reverse the affects on the son of Odin.
“Not Sam. Wade.” He had never met the man before, but god did he seem like a dick. When the pair of you were getting a taxi, the driver Dopinder just could not shut up about his friend, who liked to wear red, and had a kink for unicorns.
Wade certainly sounded like a weird one, but right now, his pass time was getting Thor to pick up that hammer. “Where can I find this Wade?” It practically left his mouth as a hiss, if the imagery and proven death supposed otherwise, he’d possibly think it was Loki instead.
“I will tell you, if you pick up that hammer, and hit it against that old machine. Got it buddy?”
“It’s name is Stormbreaker!” Bellowed the norseman, who tried to slide off his back, but Bucky kept a hold of his legs, refraining him from going anywhere. “Get peter to do it, I don’t want to play that game anymore!”
“Uuh, hi Mr Barnes...” That voice, oh he knew it, and the majority of the time it irritated him, he was Tony's little pet. “And, baby avengers?”
“Don’t ask kid.” Peter nodded, as he went to reach for a spanner. “Can you pick the hammer up, are you worthy?”
“Am I worthy?” He wondered aloud, his eyes fixated on the hammer, as he stepped towards it, holding his hand out, and clasping his palm around the handle, it feeling weightless in his grip, as he picked it up without effort. “Oh my god (it’s Robert Downey Junior)!”
“Great, now take it out there, I’ll deal with these two. And don’t do anything yet.” He was certainly feeling like a sergeant, throwing all the orders to the others, Peter complied, carrying the hammer as though it were an empty duffel.
“Can I try?” Instantly, after Peter passing it to him, Scott had such hope, until the force of gravity hit, and it fell on his foot, causing a light scream to ripple through his throat. “Get it off, get it off!”
Peter did so, as Bucky kept Thor on his shoulders, and grabbed a hold of Bruce’s chubby little ankle, dragging him into the other room. “Shit he’s heavy.” He saw that you were sat in the grand spinny chair, making Bucky relived that you weren’t in Lang’s arms as he attempted to have a moment of worthiness.
“What’d you do, go all Winter soldier on his ass and knock him out?!” Half screamed the prodigy of Hank Pym.
“Of course not, I think Thor did it.”
“Oh yeah, blame the kid because I did the same.”
“Put your suit from Stark on kid, unless you want to become a fetus.” Bucky ignored Scott for the moment,
“I got Hope to send her outfit, it will stretch to accommodate you, but I also think it would hug your shape nicely.”
“That was fast.” Muttered Peter, and Bucky shook his head, eyeing the outfit with weird eyes.
“I’m crazy, but not crazy enough to wear that.” Sighing, he grasped it in his hands, walking to the other room to squeeze into it. He noticed you watching, and thus he turned the chair around so that you couldn’t see anything. Little did he realise until he came out, that you had spun it around again, and was giggling. “Don’t laugh at me, or you won’t be allowed to see it when you’re returned to normal.”
A pout settled on your small lips, and it appeared as though you were getting ready to cry again, but before you could do so, a distraction intervened. An uninvited, and confusing one.
“Stop. Can I just say, that is some cruel declaration for the both of you, you’re my fave ship, after me and Hugh Jackman of course, but he doesn’t even know that this version of me exists.” A newfound imposter called out, his arms raised in the air. Leather gloves crinkled as he twitched his fingers, his white eyes freaking Scott the fuck out. “May I join you on this journey? I read about you guys in comics. And can I just say, I want to see these hunks and that hottie all grown up.”
“You want to see me go Winter Soldier on someone Lang?” Bucky gritted his teeth, prepared to murder this man for ever posing such words about you into the open air. Him speaking obviously drew some attention to him though, but it was not his rage that was mentioned, instead, it was his attire- or well, Hope’s.
“Nice suit Buck Buck. Can you do a twirl for me, I wanna see if it competes with America’s ass. Damn, does that man have some buns on him.”
“I know right!” Scott eagerly agreed, earning a smack in the nuts, to which had made him close to crumbling.“You had to use the metal hand, didn’t you.” Whimpered the Ant to the false Wasp, clamping his hands over his goods as he half hunched over. “I thought you often forgot to use it coz your right handed.”
“You’re on my left.” Gross, he sounded like Sam.
“Who the hell are you?” Thor spoke, and it felt familiar on his tongue. It was as though he had asked an enemy the same thing before...
“I, am Noobmaster69.”
“Hi, I’m Peter. Oh, we’re using our made up names, I thought Sam said it was that guy from that tech place.” Peter scratched his head through the mask, providing a small verbal distraction, as Thor willingly set himself free, launching at the intruder, whilst snatching the hammer from a suited up Peter.
“Aaasrrrghh.” He screamed like a true deity of the vikings.
“Thor, no!” Lang screamed, knowing that he’d have to come up with another excuse. The cameras had been fused whence Thor had first struck the hammer in the room, and it abused the guy in the red suit as he went for his legs, attacking the friend of Dopinder.
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