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lunarlianna · 2 years ago

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Aphrodite asteroid

Aphrodite asteroid ( 1388): The name comes from the Greek Goddess Aphrodite, she was the Goddess of fertility, beauty, love and passion. In astrology the asteroid it’s also known for these specific traits, the asteroid can be found between the planet Mars and Jupiter and the orbit period it’s for almost 6 years. If this asteroid makes a close aspect (best are conjunctions) to your Asc or inner planets you may be blessed with beauty and magnetism. When evolved this asteroid can manifest as being in touch with your divine feminine, as being compassionate, generous and having sex-appeal, when it’s underdeveloped, the traits manifested are: vanity, sexual manipulation, obsession over beauty standards.

Aphrodite in Aries or at 1°, 13°, 25°/1st house: you have a magnetic personality, very fiery and independent. You may be very active or like physical activities, very sexual as well. Confident and bold you look good in colours red, orange or yellow. If it’s in the 1st house you may give off major goddess vibes but you need to be mindful and not fall into your more narcissistic tendencies. Be careful not to get addictive to adrenaline.

Aphrodite in Taurus or 2°, 14°, 26°/2nd house: Very soft and sensual energy, people are just simply mesmerized by you. High feminine energy, you may have a very classic glamours style, may prefer more earthly tones, green is the colour to go in your case. You may be very fertile and if in aspect with Uranus can mean unexpected pregnancies. You may have a beautiful neck or like to wear scarfs and necklaces. IF in 2nd house you may be materialistic and dramatic.

Aphrodite in Gemini or 3°, 15°, 27°/3rd house: you may be very expressive and have a lot of facial expressions. Vibrant personality and chatty, you may change our style quite often and have beautiful hands, if in conj with mercury this may give you a beautiful voice or high peached voice. Avoid drama and gossip. Words are your biggest weapon since you can sweet talk yourself out of any situation. Colours that work best for you are purple tones and light blue.

Aphrodite in Cancer or 4°, 16°, 28°/4th house: you are very graceful and emotional driven. Very calm personality, fertility it’s also very high with this placement. You can be a jealous partner and quite possessive. You may have roundly shape features, you may prefer silk and pearls. Colours that look good on you are white or shades of white and dark blue. You may prefer your home to be very warm and welcoming to everyone.

Aphrodite in Leo or 5°, 17°, 29°/5th house: you bring a positive and optimistic energy. Very creative, you may like to do a lot of DIY. You are a proud person and you know how beautiful you are. You may have a big ego or behave from the ego rather than your heart when this asteroid is underdeveloped. Colours that work for you best are gold and yellow. You may like to have a collection of jewelleries, especially with rare stones.

Aphrodite in Virgo or 6°, 18°/6th house: you may have a very clean style and very sharp features but youthful looking. You may have great recommendation for books or movies. Colours that work best for you are brown, light green and light yellow. If in 6th house or at 18 degrees you may be prone to eating disorders and body dysmorphia. You may also have an obsession with skincare routines and some of you may prefer to follow a career in chemistry.

Aphrodite in Libra or 7°, 19°/7th house: you may have very beautiful, glamours skin and hair. You style if very romantic and chic, you may be very flirtatious also. As personality you can be charming, well-mannered and very dreamy. You enjoy having a lot of accessories and clothes. At home you may like to have a lot of plants or flowers, very cottages style home. Colours that are best for you can be shades of purple and blue. Also, you may enjoy the coffee smell and have coffee-based perfumes.

Aphrodite in Scorpio or 8°, 20°/8th house: very seductive and magnetic energy, you can give of femme fatal vibes. You may be fit looking or enjoy being fit. Colours that work best for you are dark red, burgundy and black. If conj Mars/Uranus you can have a lot of sexual kinks or experiment a lot in the bedroom. You may have a very intense glaze or siren like eyes. You may have the tendency to be possessive over your partner and overbearing. Try too not be very vindictive.

Aphrodite in Sagittarius or 9°, 21°/9th house: you may be very thick, especially around the thighs. You may have a very care-free personality and adventures. You may give off guru-like vibes and people want to follow you everywhere. You may have a high libido and be very fertile. Colours that work best for you are shades of red and purple. You may attract a lot of jealousy from others. It’s best for this placement to know when to take breaks since you may have the tendency to exaggerate with anything.

Aphrodite in Capricorn or 10°, 22°/10th house: your style it’s classic and very well put, old money vibe. You may have a very feminine energy but very intimidating. You may have high standards when it comes to your partners and you have traditional values. You may have beautiful bone structure and tall. Colours that work best for you are black, grey or dark green. You may choose a career where you have to help people or animals.

Aphrodite in Aquarius or 11°, 23°/11th house: your energy is electric and fluid like water, a bit mysterious and provocative. You may be very skinny or tall and your hair is thick or long. You are a trend setter and you dress accordingly, sometimes people find your style a bit quirky as well. Shades of blue are you to go colours. You could be great at public speaking and usually friend come to you for advice. You may become a beauty social media influencer.

Aphrodite in Pisces or 12°, 24°/12th house: your style it’s very artistic and sometime you may try to create your own clothing. You may like the purple shades and you may have a lot of accessories that are seashells or with sea symbols. You may have a very beautiful voice especially if it’s in a good aspect with the Moon or Neptune. Very kind hearted and loving personality. Be careful to don’t be delusional and of any type of addictions.

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sylusjinwoon · 6 months ago

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This is such a random question but have you ever written a story where the reader goes with jinwoo to the international guild conference(I think thats what its called)

Im not asking you to write it, you’ve already written so much. Its just that you have so many works I struggle to find a specific one

Byeeeeeee! Have a good day/sweet dreams

hey sweetheart! and no, i don’t believe i wrote a story where the reader attends a conference with jinwoo. however, i can help you find a specific jinwoo story that i have personally written to suit your needs! so i have made a summary of every single jinwoo story i have written under the cut with their links ♡ !

1. { sparkle } - first jinwoo story i have ever written told in jinwoo’s POV where he realizes he’s in love with reader

2. { 3RR0R } - where the system shows jinwoo that his soulmate is not cha hae-in

3. { pillowtalk } - reader speaks to jinwoo about her love for him while he sleeps.

4. { season’s call } - reader is constantly under protection from jinwoo’s shadow soldiers.

5. { hold me like a grudge } - investigator!jinwoo protects the reader while hiding a secret from her.

6. { surround you } - jinwoo is away on a business trip, leaving reader alone as she muses on how much she misses him.

7. { like you do } - reader is a young woman living in the real world who gets the chance to live out her dreams of being with jinwoo in his world.

8. { butterfly kisses } - reader comforts jinwoo during a bad day.

9. { love letter of flowers } - florist! reader and s-rank hunter! jinwoo fall in love 💐

10. { slow dancing in the dark } - reader sees jinwoo dancing with hae-in and feels envious.

11. { boyfriend headcanons } - general fluff headcanons

12. { arise } - reader is resurrected as one of jinwoo’s shadow soldiers due to a tragic event.

13. { rose-colored boy } - jinwoo takes care of a sick and feverish reader.

14. { sands of time } - academy arc; reader can’t stand jinwoo and lowkey hates him… or does she?

15. { light in the darkness } - antares!jinwoo basks in the reader’s softness.

16. { tiptoe } - reader is kept hostage as potential leverage, but it fails when jinwoo brutally attacks her captors to teach them a lesson.

17. { snooze } - reader loves to humble jinwoo by calling him dorky nicknames.

18. { enough is enough } - reader and jinwoo get into an argument.

19. { motherland } - jinwoo comforts reader after her failures.

20. { love me for me } - reader can’t stand being second best to her sister, hae-in.

21. { follow you } - reader becomes anxious at work due to a persistent co worker who can’t leave her alone…

22. { house of gold } - jinwoo fumbles his proposal LMAO

23. { headfirst for halos } - first yandere jinwoo fic.

24. { penpal } - academy arc; jinwoo wishes to get closer to his beloved reader.

25. { proud to be yours } - jinwoo makes a huge announcement during a press conference.

26. { the dark knight } - reader is a capable hunter who can’t stand it when jinwoo purposely prevents her from attending raids.

27. { musings for yandere jinwoo } - more yandere stuff

28. { moonlight } - jinwoo becomes captivated by reader when she calls him a strangely unique nickname.

29. { anomaly } - reader gets isekai’d into the world of solo leveling.

30. { of gifts and curses } - jinwoo muses how his strength and power are for the sake of protecting his beloved…

31. { reader inserts } - reader gets emotionally scarred after reading a painful reader insert.

32. { too sweet } - jinwoo falls in love with a reader who is the embodiment of sunshine.

33. { peaches } - a love story between jinwoo and the reader whom he has always loved.

34. { the only exception } - yandere jinwoo who falls head over heels for reader at first sight, willing to do anything to keep her by his side.

35. { selfish } - jinwoo being a jealous bby 🥰

36. { belong to you } - 100% jinwoo spice / thirst post

37. { touch starved } - jinwoo tries to woo (lmao) the reader and win her heart ♡

38. { cry for me } - another thirst post based on an ask ♡

39. { lover is a day } - comfort fic for jinwoo

40. { heartbreak feels so good } - reader is embarrassed with having a one night stand with jinwoo and wishes to forget. unfortunately for her, jinwoo wants nothing more than to remember and finally claim reader as his.

41. { marked by you } - more thirst posts for jinwoo

42. { the prince and the pauper } - historical romance / fairytale au with prince jinwoo sung and a commoner reader

43. { darling } - a yandere story with a twist. yandere jinwoo and yandere hae-in are deeply in love with the reader and would kill each other just to have you all to themselves…

44. { company } - lmaoo reader keeps friendzoning jinwoo, and he hates it.

45. { autobiography } - reader is an author that wants to write jinwoo's biography; what more can i say? 🥰

46. { perfect } - 18+ only, another thirst post for jinwoo

47. { saturn } - will jinwoo learn to love the reader’s true self hidden beneath a cheerful façade?

48. { slow it down } - boy next door jinwoo! what more can i say 🤭🥰

49. { that green gentleman (things have changed) } - single dad! jinwoo x daycare worker! reader

50. { god is a woman } - 18+ thirst post / drabble

51. { the admirer } - jinwoo loves to annoy the reader to capture her attention

52. { not a want but a need } - 18+ thirst drabble

53. { marry me } - the title says it all, really 🤭

54. { your heart belongs to me } - another 18+ thirst post

55. { the haunted one } - academy arc story where reader can see jinwoo’s shadow soldiers and becomes terrified of him.

56. { me + you } - another cute academy arc story where reader is struggling with math and jinwoo tutors her

57. { of painful auras and cute boys } - university au; reader has a migraine and needs to be saved;;; but by who ;3c

#.conversations with you.#.lovely anonymous

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innorogers · 2 months ago

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Lucid

Steve Rogers x Dark Past Reader (You)

Summary: Steve finds out about your past. You're nothing as he thought you were. You are better.

Warning: Steve struggling / Past revelations / You don't have to read this: Chapter 1 - Insomnia, but it would enhance the experience if you did.

What do you do the night you meet the love of your life? You spend it with to him—talking, hugging, kissing, teetering on the edge of going further... but it doesn’t matter, because one day, you won’t recall the specifics. Years from now, future you will think back to this night and remember only the magic you felt, the moments your heart skipped a beat, and the wonder of it all.

In the present, as the first rays of sunlight rise from the east and touch your face, you can barely keep your eyes open, almost drifting off against Steve’s shoulder. Once he finds out you’ve just come off a 13-hour shift, he insists on walking you to your dorm. And though it seems to take every ounce of his willpower, he refuses your unspoken invitation to stay. Ever the gentleman.

After a shift that handed you five hours of overtime, you managed to get immediate compensation—and even figured out how to maximize your sleep: you'll shower later.

So, after Steve kisses you goodbye for the sixth time, you finally close the door and collapse into your pillow. Though, to be honest, you’d rather be falling asleep on his chest.

Captain America, on the other hand, was more awake than ever. The last time he felt this energized was when they thawed him from his popsicle state. It was like walking in sunlight, and he half-expected some cheesy background music to play as he moved through the halls.

But, as always, fate was waiting in the corner to throw a punch and kick his perfectly peach shaped ass.

You were still on his mind when he stepped into the Level 0 – Avengers Only common room. You hadn’t left his thoughts since he said goodbye to you... thirty minutes ago.

To his surprise, Natasha was already there – she was never up before 11 – typing something into a computer - she was also never on top of her paperwork -.

“Oh wow, this is rare.” Steve was in a mood—no, actually, "mood" wasn’t the right word. He was still wonderstruck, wrapped up in his own bubble of happiness because of meeting you.

“Haha, hilarious,” Natasha deadpanned without even glancing up. “Go ahead and laugh now, Rogers. One day, that ‘I’m from the 40s, I don’t know this shit’ lame excuse is not gonna to fly anymore, and you’ll actually have to do some of this.”

“Well... by then, hopefully our genius philanthropist will have invented something to take this torture off our hands,” Steve replied, handing her a cup of coffee.

Now he had her attention.

“Someone’s in a good mood…” She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Alright, spill.”

“Oh no, not a chance,” Steve shook his head, grinning. “Not happening.”

But after a pause, he added, “Hey, we have full access to everyone’s records here, right?”

“Yeah, Level 0 clearance,” Natasha replied, still focused on her typing. “You’ve got everything on your phone. Why?”

Steve glanced at your name in his phone and tried to sound casual. “What do you know about an engineer?” He wasn’t entirely sure if that was your title—you had mentioned it, but he had only been paying attention to the important stuff (like your favorite ice cream, song, hobbies, and what you wanted to do this Saturday night…).

“You’ll need to be more specific. I need an ID or at least a last name.”

“Illithya Lancaster,” he said softly, almost smiling as your name left his lips.

“Oh yeah,” Natasha responded immediately, “the one that goes by ‘Twelve,’ right?”

That got Steve’s full attention. He sat up straight, frowning. “‘Twelve’? Is that a nickname?”

“Code Name 12. Subject ID HE0012.” Natasha continued typing as though she were battling something. “You know what that means.”

“No.” Steve’s voice turned rigid. “I don’t.”

The typing finally stopped, and Natasha swiveled around in her chair to face him. “H for Hydra, E for experiment, number 12. She was one of Hydra’s experiments, Steve.”

That was a bucket of ice water he hadn’t expected. Right to the spine. Steve took a few seconds to find his voice.

“What?”

“There.” Natasha handed him an iPad with all the information: “See, here she is. Um… mission rescue R804, Siberia… Sokovia… yeah, she’s on Hydra's top confidential list, one of the few we’ve got. Stark moved mountains to save her from rotting in a federal prison for eternity.” She spoke quickly as she read, her voice unusually soft, full of compassion.

Steve paused for a moment, trying to recall if you’d mentioned anything about a nickname last night, but he didn’t think you had.

He could barely think. His voice, distant and faint, whispered: “‘Twelve’? What… happened to the other eleven?”

Swiping the iPad, Natasha didn’t even look up, just shrugged: “What do you think?” She didn’t notice Steve’s face go pale instantly.

“Illithya was the only survivor, barely. Used and discarded as anything Hydra could imagine… like something disposable.”

She sighed. “I’ve seen awful things, but this is one of the files I try to forget.”

Steve’s mind was in turmoil. He couldn’t think, and the pain in his chest seemed to crush every fiber of his being.

He couldn’t believe it. You, his treasured little secret, his enchanted, magical midsummer night, this beautiful, pure soulmate he’d fallen with—the one who told him a fairy would bring him all the stars—had been used, abused, treated like a guinea pig, nothing more than a lab rat?

He was beginning to understand the emotions rising within every cell of his body: a mix of uncontrollable anger, sadness, and fear.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, his voice wavered slightly: “...How… how long was she experimented on?”

Natasha set the file aside and looked him straight in the eye. There was empathy there. She knew Steve was shaken, so she softened her voice as much as she could, though her words remained honest.

“‘Till we got her? A lifetime. She was born and raised in captivity. Her entire existence was based on an experiment.”

Steve closed his eyes. It was more than he could bear. The pain he felt intensified with every word Nat spoke.

He clenched his fists, veins bulging with rage. How could they.

“How did you rescue her?” He found himself asking in a calm voice, as if inquiring about any other case.

“We didn’t. She escaped, and we found her. After you and Tony split in Siberia.” Nat pulled up the file again on the tablet and handed it to him, but Steve didn’t look. He wasn’t ready.

“So, until she got away…” Steve heard his voice, sounding unnervingly emotionless, and he hated it. “Was she under Hydra’s control her entire life?”

Black Widow didn’t respond at first. She nodded, just barely, while watching him. She was using the spy stare, reading everything beneath the surface, interpreting every unspoken word, every pause, every silence was a puzzle piece for her to figure out the entire picture.

“A lifetime under Hydra…” Steve whispered.

And he felt awful for saying it.

But there it was, a poisoned seed growing in the shadows of his mind. Steve wanted to bury it deep, but he couldn’t stop.

The doubt crept in, spreading like a toxin—the thought that everything you’d been through had changed you.

How could you ever purge Hydra’s venom from your veins? Was it still there, lurking in every dormant cell, slowly expanding like a plague, consuming all the good, the magic, the purity in you? Corrupting you?

“Stop,” Natasha suddenly said.

She gave him a look Steve recognized—she was about to ask something that would make him think, really think.

After a deep breath, she spoke: “If you’re asking about her, it’s because you’ve met her, right? So, what do you think? Did she seem like a…villain? Or was she different? Special, maybe?”

Steve leaned back into the chair at her words, the memory of you filling his mind again, your innocence, your weird yet adorable responses, your naivety, your smile…You.

The touch of your hand, the softness of your voice, the pureness of your soul. The way you’d clung to him, spoke to him, trusted him, kissed him. He exhaled slowly, a ghost smile on his face.

“No. I never thought of her as a villain. Or as any…negative. She was different, more than different. She was…she is…incredible…she’s wonderful…she’s…” Perfect.

Natasha remained in silence. Staring at him. Then she leaned up, her words like splashed ripples on the spring's surface. “Why do you trust Barnes, Steve?”

Her tone was calm and serene, yet it made Steve clench his fists. The question was unexpected, but not unanticipated—he knew she’d ask; she always pushed when she had that look.

“He was, or is, more Hydra than anyone we’ve ever rescued from those hellholes, yet you risked everything to save him.”

“That’s different. I know Bucky, he’s all I have left of my past. And he was brainwashed.” You weren’t. You acted, and you act by choice… don’t you? Steve panicked at the thought. Everything you did, you did with your heart… right? Everything that happened last night, was true…Right?

“So if she wasn’t brainwashed, she’s guilty?” A slight ironic smile tugged at Nat’s lips. “Even though she never asked to be born into a Hydra experiment, or to live in captivity. Is she at fault, Steve? For not trying hard enough to escape?”

Steve froze at her words, realizing what she was getting at. You weren’t brainwashed, no, much worse, you’d grown up knowing nothing of life outside Hydra. You weren’t just a victim. No. He thought of you. You were a survivor. A fighter.

“That sounded a bit protective.” Steve looked at his fellow Avenger, studying her expression. “Was it just a rescue mission, Nat? You don’t usually…attach to people.”

Letting out a laugh, Natasha returned to her usual mysterious, lazy smile. “I’ll let you find out for yourself.”

She hesitated but finally spoke under Steve’s gaze: “She’s… different, Steve.”

A slight, warm smile crossed Black Widow’s face.

“She��s kind…and good. I don’t know how to explain it, but she’s innocent. Her heart… it’s pure.”

Steve raised an eyebrow at Nat’s words. He could hear the awe in her voice, and it made him think of you: The way you’d looked at him, the sparkle in your eyes. Tiny butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he remembered the way you’d laughed and how they took flight when he kissed you.

Without even realizing it, his voice became as tender as it could be: “Yes. She is all those things.”

“Like I said.” Natasha leaned back in her chair, her fingers returning to the keyboard. “I’ll let you find out for yourself.”

LAB 278—it had taken some time to find.

Steve silently thanked Jarvis for lighting the way as he stepped into your lab—your private, secluded lab, hidden almost a 20-minute walk from the central facilities. Steve hadn’t even known this place existed on campus.

He pushed open the door and saw you through the thick glass. He couldn’t help but marvel as he took in the entire space. Your lab looked like a greenhouse, with plants everywhere—on the desk, under the tables, on the floor, shelves, and windows. Long curtains of leaves hung down from the ceiling like rain falling through broken glass.

Large screens dominated the room, and then Steve’s eyes widened at what he saw next.

An armory. Their. Armory.

A bow being analyzed by lasers, prototypes of metal gauntlets, shattered helmets, and torn suits.

And then, he saw you.

You were cleaning his shield.

Everything fell into silence when his gaze rested on you. The whole place became a quiet green ocean, so still that Steve could almost hear the plants breathing. And his own heartbeat. That stopped when you lifted the shield and gently kissed it.

“Do a good job,” he heard you whisper to it. “Protect him. Keep him safe.”

Steve snapped out of it as those words echoed in his mind. He had a hundred questions, but they vanished in that instant. He wasn’t even thinking—he was reacting—as he stepped forward and opened the door.

The look on your face when you heard the noise and turned around was indescribable. All the tension in your expression softened, and the light in your eyes brightened.

Steve wondered, how he’d been so blind, so stupid, to believe some reports instead of trusting…you.

“Oh. Hi…” You smiled, joy sparkling in every corner of the room.

God, that smile. The happiness in your eyes at seeing him weakened his knees. He spoke, his voice softer than he’d expected.

“Hey...”

You almost run to him under instinc. Wanting to move closer, to take his hands, but…you weren’t sure. Was it too much? Too fast? What are you (or this) supposed to be? Are you even dating? Will he hate it? So, you blushed and stood still. “I…I um… I’m so glad you’re here.”

Steve noticed the way you flinched, the way you wanted to reach out but held yourself back. It made him feel…sad, like something was cracking in his chest. He wanted to reach out and take your hand. But he didn’t—not yet.

Instead, he stepped closer, his voice gentle as he smiled. “…And I’m very glad to be here.”

“Oh.” You weren’t sure if it was the lack of sleep or if you were just lost in his eyes, but your mind was racing, and you couldn’t stop yourself from blurting out something dumb, like really dumb.

“I missed you.”

Oh, what the hell. You wanted to bite your tongue. Especially when you saw Steve freeze. Okay, that was stupid as fuck, you thought, looking down, unsure of what to say next.

“I’ll take it back, I’m sorry, that was stu—” But before you could finish, you were pulled into a tight embrace.

Steve pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around you in a tight, protective hold. As if he wanted you to melt within him.

He realized how absurd he had been for holding this back, how deeply he craved you. Like a primal longing, like a dying plant thirsting for a drop of dew, or desperate for air.

“Please…don’t be.” He whispered, pressing your head to his shoulder, inhaling the scent of your hair, his eyes closed as he sighed. “I missed you too.”

“Oh.” You awkwardly ran your hands along his back, fumbling at first, before simply giving in and hugging him tighter. You caressed his neck until he rested his forehead against yours, exhaling deeply.

And you smiled.

“So…you did find out, huh?”

He stood silently, with his chin in your shoulder. And after a while he said in a bitter tone: “How’d you know?”

“‘Cause you look exactly like Tony and Natasha did when they found out. And… because you’re in my lab. I mean, I don’t think this place is a hot spot, huh?” You laughed and broke the hug slightly, but he tightened his grip on your waist, unwilling to let you pull away.

You caressed his face, inhaling the warmth of his breath, and looked into his eyes.

"Steve, what happened to me isn’t a burden for you to carry, you know that, right?”

Steve froze.

Isn’t it?

Wasn’t it because he hadn’t destroyed Hydra when he had the chance?

Because they didn’t find out sooner?

Because… he wasn’t there?

You struggled to read people, especially someone you cared about, so when you saw the pale, stiff look on his face, you paralyzed.

Was that why he came? To tell you it was over? Well…to be honest, you wouldn’t blame him. After all… you were you, and he was… Steve Rogers. And you were…Hydra’s Frankenstein.

That thought must have shown on your face, because Steve noticed the change in your expression—fear and shame, like you were some kind of Quasimodo who had his mask ripped off.

The mere thought made Steve’s blood boil—the idea that he might reject you because of your past, as if you were to blame for things you couldn’t control. As you were…sinful and…bad.

He suddenly cupped your face and spoke firmly, the words echoing from his heart, the same words he should have said the moment Natasha told him the truth.

“Hey, hey… look at me. Look at me.” He stared straight into your eyes. "Don’t doubt me. Don’t doubt… us.” His voice was filled with protectiveness and anger. “I’m here, and I…” I’m falling for you.

“Do you regret it?” Your voice trembled. “Last night… do you regret… meeting me?”

“No.” His voice was steady and resilient, unwavering and unshakable: “Not in a million lifetimes.”

You held your breath for a moment, trying not to cry. Then spoke as you were telling a secret.

“I always wondered…What would I have been like if I were… normal? If I had normal parents—a father working in a bank, a mom as a teacher. I’d go to school, go to prom, fall in love… have friends… but…”

You pressed your fingers into his hand and smiled softly.

“… I wouldn’t change anything about my past, if that was the road I had to take, that leaded me…to finally meet you.”

Steve felt like he could’ve started crying at any moment.

Your past had left a crack in his heart, something he could never fix, something that would always hurt. And yet, you said it was all worth it? All the suffering, all the pain… just to meet him? How could he… how could he deserve you? He couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe.

“God…” he murmured, his voice filled with pain. “How can you say that… how can you still be so…”

Kind. Good. Pure.

Natasha was damn right. You were everything she said, and more.

“Hmmm… Maybe…” You thought out loud. "Maybe I always knew I’d meet you someday, and I had to be good enough… to be… worthy.”

Steve exhaled, trying to calm the storm in his heart and mind.

The weight of your words hit him hard. He paused for a moment before he pulled you against him, his arms wrapping around you tightly, as if that could protect you from all the misfortune or pain that might come in the years ahead.

“Damn it…”

His voice broke as he whispered.

“I can’t believe I found you…”

“Well then,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

“Thank you for finding me.”

Time stilled for a moment, but before he could think, Steve’s body had already reacted, he pinned you against the workbench as his hand weaved through your hair, and his lips pressed yours in a deep kiss.

He couldn’t hold back anymore, he needed you, wanted you, to hold you as close as possible, without letting you go ever again.

All the composure he had been trying to maintain disappeared the moment he felt you.

Your lips, your tongue, your scent… Any sense of reason was hanging by a thread.

He lifted you onto the desk, sending pens and books scattering to the floor, but he didn’t give a damn. Not when your legs wrapped around his hips and you moaned his name as his hand tightened around your waist.

“Jesus…”

The way your voice sounded, the way you were looking at him, the way you were sitting with your legs around him, everything was driving him desperately crazy, struggling to keep control to not to tear your clothes off and make you his right there.

He broke the kiss before doing something reckless, but his body was tense, and his breathing panting.

“You’re driving me crazy…” He breathes heavily, leaving a deep kiss in your forehead.

“What?” Your mind was still spinning from his kiss, and you replied without thinking: “Well yeah, welcome to the club.”

Steve left out a laugh, All the intense revelations from earlier had nearly made him forget just how incredible your comebacks were.

He looks down and kisses you again, this time with more tenderness than passion, and he speaks as he continues.

“I’ve been thinking about this since I left you this morning…”

“Can you…” You could barely form a word without moaning: “Can you think…of taking this further?”

“…”

That made him stopped.

The suggestion sent a shiver down his spine. Oh you and your amazing comebacks. His mind suddenly flashed, imagining all the things he’d wanted to do to you, maybe in his room, in the bed, with you under him, moaning his name as you just did, only louder and louder…

Steve quickly shook the thought from his mind, trying to force himself back to reality.

“God… please don’t tempt me.” He could feel his body reacting to his own imagination, so he pressed his forehead against yours, clenching his fists, trying to regain some control.

“I…” You wanted to say, "I don’t mind," or even, 'I don’t give a damn if you take me right now...You know what, there’s actually a bed at the back of this lab.' But then his phone rang.

“What the hell…” He glanced at the caller ID and groaned, “For gods sake, what timing…” One hand reached for the phone while the other held you firmly. “I’m sorry, babe, give me a sec.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of him calling you that for the first time, but before you could process it, Tony Stark’s voice echoed through the empty lab.

“I don’t know what you are doing there, Cap…And trust me, I don’t wanna know…but Jarvis just sent me a reminder, to remind you, that there are cameras everywhere in the working campus. Everywhere.”

You could tell there was a humorous tone in Iron man’s voice.

“Even in remotely located labs for top secret employees.”

End but TBC-

Continue to:

3: Reverie |

4: Nightmare |

5: Awakening |

6: Dusk |

7: Hypnagogia |

8: Lull |

Alright, thanks for reading up to here. Hope you enjoyed it!! <3

So when I started writing Part 1, I was like, 'Oh, let's just write cute one-shots and short stuff.' And here I am with a complex OC and a struggling Steve. I'm so sorry for that :3 I just can't help myself!

Part 3 comes with 'the one night I made you mine and made you beg' thing I was hoping I'd finally get to. I promise! (Still have no idea how I'm writing that through my working shifts, tho.)

Okay, have a good one <3 Lmk if you liked it ? Report and everything is highly appreciated <3 :D

Love.,

Moon.

#steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x ofc #captain america x you #captain america x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fluff

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voraciousvore · 1 month ago

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Voretober Day 1: Space

I've been wanting to redesign a cover for my story "The Colossal Starship" and this prompt gave me the perfect opportunity to do so! I haven't posted that story to Tumblr but I plan to eventually.

#voretober #voretober2024 #hard vore #fatal vore #monster vore #cyclops #giant cyclops #alien #gt vore #g/t vore #vore art #v.ore #v0re #v/ore #just ignore that i drew the hand backwards lmao i did this late at night within a few hours and failed to notice until it was done 😅#tw vore #g/t art #giant #tiny

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Random rinaverse hc

- Remi cried when he overheard the girls talking about star signs because he thought anni had cancer

- Niko wanted to be a power ranger growing up, gareth wanted to be spiderman, killian wanted to be superman, jeremy wanted to be batman

- Ronan the typa guy to be like “i got it, i got it, i don’t got it” while trying to catch a ball

- Moreover good thing this man plays soccer be hes horrible at catching things

- Kimberly has an upside down smile and Xander has an eye smile (like the ones where your whole closes yk??)

- Glyns favourite barbie movie was princess charm school and annikas was barbie and the 13 dancing princesses

- Gareth cannot do anything without airpods

- Glyndon doodles all over her homework and occasionally draws on kills arm with a pen while he focusing on something

- Kimberly says “well my dad said” atleast once a day

- Kirill and adrian like going to museums and art galleries, damien gets dragged along because if he doesn’t he gets all petty that they didn’t invite him even tho he complains the entire time their there

- Maya has a severe friendship jealousy issues when it comes to her friends having other friends (mood girl same)

- Reina loved going out to celebrate no matter how small the matter was killian got 100 on his spelling test? celebration, Asher won a court case? celebration, gareth got first place in track and field? celebration

- Ava always had her nails done with long acrylics and likes to just click them around to tell people she just got them done

- Once Xander and Ronan got arrested and they used their one free call on Cole and said your mom and hung up

- Nikolai sucks at spelling and texting example

- Killian drinks a whole pack of cola in a week

- I honestly think Jeremy was scared of girls as a child and when he first met Maya and Mia he was so scared of them he constantly hid from them but to them they just thought Jeremy was ignoring them bc hes a bitch

- Ronan is actually really smart but doesnt like showing it, so instead he acted like the dumb cluless one and people believe it

- Teal actually is a marvel nerd and forces ronan to binge watch the entire series with her

- Cecily started to wear glasses in grade 6, because 1 she thought they made her look like a nerd and 2 because she thought everyone viewed the world as blurry

- When ever Elsa would go on vacation she would buy small trinkets thats reminded her of them for everyone

- When ever anni sees a cat she ll take a picture of it and send it to creigh

- Nikolai consistently looses things, even things that were in his hand, looks away from one second BOOM missing

- Eli got tattoos to try and piss off Aiden little did he know Aiden also has tattoos so he was chill about it

- Creighton was scared if loud noises for a long time, and once Eli scared Creighton by like sneaking up behind him and he had a panic attack and since then Eli payed extra attention to his well being

- Xander is aggressive drunk loves fighting or arguing people, Coles definitely horny drunk disappears minutes after getting drunk, aiden doesnt get drunk, and ronans giggly drunk

- bonus knox is the type you would put on a lease drunk because he runs around and falls alot, definitely wakes up with bruises everywhere

- Teal turns soft and adorable when drunk so she doesnt drink infront of people, Kims also giggley drunk (ronan and kim can be seen just laughing and giggling with eachother on a sofa), elsa is sleepy drunk and silver is definitely the all in or none (she gets blackout drunk or sober no in between)

- Ava always plays a princess peach during mario kart and mia always plays as shyguy

- Gareth was the type ti start assignment weeks in advance, while nikolai started them the night before

-Lan was definitely a kid who needed to be on a leash because he would run around everywhere and get lost, “astrid or levi king please come to the front desk we have your son” was heard every time on the loud speakers every time they went out for a family gathering

#booklr #rina kent #rinaverse #legacy of gods #royal elite series #monster trilogy #throne duet

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lunajay33 · 7 months ago

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New World🍂Part.13

Summary: You grew up in a crappy town with one friend who kept you going, everything started to fall into place, that’s until the world ended and the dead ruled the world, now you and your best friend Daryl Dixon had to stay alive but will you finally confess?

Part.12

•Masterlist•

I was around 5 months pregnant now and everything has been going good, great actually, Daryl became even more protective and I didn’t hate it I loved when he dotted on me, what can I say I adore him and I’m gonna adore this baby just as much

“Everything feeling normal since our last check up?” Hershel asked as I laid on the bed for him to check on things, Daryl at my side

“Yeah, they’ve been kicking a bit more and I have to pee a lot more” I said making Hershel let out a little laugh

“Sounds like you’re on track, now I’ll just check the heart beat” he took his stethoscope and placed it around my belly as the room fell silent

“Well everything seems to be normal, but I should warn you, some people around the prison have caught a cough, you should steer clear just incase, you can’t afford to get sick while you’re pregnant” he said as he gave me my prenatal vitamins

“I’ll take care of her” Daryl said helping me off the bed and leading me out of his little office as another person was about to enter, we walked past and noticed them coughing up blood

“I think I’m gonna set ya up in a watch tower just in case” he said rubbing my back reassuringly

“Yeah I think it’s better to be cautious”

He pulled two of our mattresses from our block to the watchtower as I gathered some of my things, blankets, to go bag, food and water, after we worked on it the rest of the evening it looked pretty cute……well as nice as we could get it

We laid in bed, his arms wrapped around me as I laid my head on his shoulder, my hand protectively placed on my bump

“Do you want a girl or boy?” I asked tired

“Don’t matter, as long as they’re like ya” he said dragging his fingers back and forth through my hair, I still can’t believe we got to this point from being best friends to me pinning over him and now I’m pregnant

“Well if it’s a girl…….can we name her Juniper?” I kept remembering the dream I had and I feel like it was a sign of some sort

“ of course sunshine”

Hershel was right, it’s only been a week and people were dropping like flies left and right, getting more and more sick, coughing up blood, it coming out of their eyes and everything, there was an incident where a cell block had walkers from those who died at night, that’s what Daryl told me he refused to let me leave the watchtower but now that I’m pregnant I didn’t really want to now anyways, as I was looking out over the field I heard Daryl come out

“Hey sunshine how ya feeling?” He asked rubbing my back

“I’m good but I’m really craving some things I can’t even have anymore” as I said that groaning he laughed as he stood behind me and held my bump

“What’s this lil baby craving?” He asked as we both looked down to where he was caressing my belly

“I really want soft serve ice cream, spaghetti, I really crave any kind of chocolate bar OH! and a orange soda”

“Is that all?” He let out a breathy laugh as it blew a bit of my hair tickling my face

“Daryyyylll, it’s not my fault the baby wants what it wants” I whined

“Well I know it ain’t chocolate of ice cream but I brought ya some spaghetti’os and some peaches I found out on a run, wanted to keep em just for ya”

“Awe thanks D, remember that time when you came over for a whole weekend when we were like 13 and all we ate was spaghetti’os and grilled cheese” I asked remembering the good times we had together

“Ya, think of it everytime I see a can, ya know I appreciate ya fer that stuff ya use to do fer me?” I turned in his arms brushing his hair back

“What do you mean?”

“When my old man would neglect me or beat on me ya were always there fer me, yer gonna be a great mother” he said placing kisses all over my face

“Oh Daryl, I’m always gonna be here for you, you’ve made it easy, you’re the sweetest most generous man I’ve ever met, and because of that you’re going to be the best dad in this whole messed up world, I love you D, always have and always will”

“I love ya too peach, forever”

I woke up seeing Daryl had already left, judging by the sun it was probably around 12 pm, since getting pregnant I’ve needed to sleep more, always tired was a normal side effect Hershel had told me, I got up putting my hair into a ponytail, pulling in some black yoga pants and one of Daryl’s plaids that still had the sleeves on, just as I was about to drink some water an explosion happened to the watchtower across the court yard, completely destroyed and in flames, looking to where it came from and my heart dropped, the governor and a group of people, I knew this was gonna go terribly, the governor wasn’t the forgiving type

I gathered up all my food and water and threw it in my back pack that had spare clothes and baby clothes Daryl had found for me, put my holster belt around my hips carrying my gun and knife, I slung my bag over my back and ran down the stairs, some of the group were huddled around the fence watching to see if Rick could settle this

“Sunshine ya gotta get outta here” Daryl said as he squeezed my arm

“No I can’t go without you”

“Ya gotta fer the baby, if things go bad and we get separated I’ll find ya, I promise” he said giving me a hard passionate kiss signalling for me to go

“I love you Daryl Dixon” and with that I ran off into the prison informing everyone to get ready, I was about to leave when I saw her, little Judith unaware of the dangers around her, I found her baby carrier, diapers, food and clothes and put it in my back as well then strapping her in the carrier on my chest and ran when a part of the prison exploded, I ran out the back opening in the prison, going until my legs couldn’t anymore, I could here the gunshots in the distance stop, I wanted to go back but I know I can’t, I kept walking hoping to find someone from my family

It’s been a few days now, I’ve just been walking and walking and walking, everything was the same everyday, wake up from some shitty shelter I could find, feed Judith and myself with the little rations I had left, and wander hoping someone would show up……..anyone, I couldn’t do this alone, pregnant and caring for a little girl there was only so much I could do and only so long I’d be able to do it without becoming exhausted

It felt like I’d never see Daryl again, I’d think of him all day especially when the wind would pick up and blow the scent of fallen leaves across my face, I’d picture his scruff and the feeling of it against my neck and shoulder where he’d be cuddled against me in the morning, and the way he’d glance at me with those blue eyes it made my world brighter, or how excited we were for this baby but now we may never be a family

As I was walking, reminiscing my lost love I came across a graveyard feeling fit with how empty and broken inside I felt, there was a house in the distance and decided to stay there for the night if it was all clear, I swept the house thankful for no walkers, Judith was getting fussy so I checked the cabinets and they were completely filled, I took a jar of jam and crackers and sat feeding Judith them myself until all the crackers were gone, it felt so good to have a full ish stomach, I hadn’t been starving on the road but it wasn’t enough, after we settled and the sun was setting I decided to sit on the porch steps to rock Judith to sleep hoping the fresh air would help, I leaned my head against the banister looking out over the graveyard, it was silent from walker groans only the sound of wind rustling through the leaves and crickets, it felt like old times when Daryl and I would stay out late and just watch the sky

All of a sudden there were a figure in the distance running closer to the house, I stood up securing Judith and taking out my gun but the closer they got the clearer they became

DARYL

I dropped my gun as I walked down the porch, he finally noticed me and Daryl ran even faster, I could feel the knot in my throat and the tears cascading down my face, I tried to speak but all that came out we gasps, he was here, he found me like he said, he finally reached me throwing his arms around me and holding my head to his chest as I cried harder then ever before

“I found ya, are ya alright?” He asked pulling and looking over my body

“I’m……..I’m okay now” he held my face looking deep in my eyes and that scent of musky woods crossed my senses and I breathed in deeply

“You found us” he finally looked down noticing a completely knocked out Judith

“Ya got her, got lil asskicker……..and how’s the baby?” He asked rubbing my belly

“I think they’re fine, I need more food though but I got that covered now” I took his hand and led him inside showing him the gift that was the kitchen cabinets

We lit some candles and chowed down for the rest of the night until we went upstairs settling in the bed after Daryl had secured all the points of entry

We found some clothes and changed into the fresh ones and slid into bed, his chest secure to my back as he held me close, arms and legs entangled, lil asskicker in my arms

“I thought I’d never see you again………I was so scared” I felt his arms tighten around me

“I ain’t leavin now, I thought of ya everyday”

“I can’t do this anymore Daryl” I whimpered as my bottom lip quivered, I needed a home that was secure and safe and peaceful I couldn’t have a baby where it was at risk every second

“I know baby, I’ll find it fer us, all of us”

“Did you see anyone get out?”

“Nah, too much was happening but…..Hershel’s dead”

“The governor?” My heart ached for Hershel he was the sweetest giving man

I just felt him nod as he started rubbing my belly, knowing how much it calmed him down

“I love you more than life Daryl” I said turning my head so I could kiss him gently

“Love ya too, I wish I could give ya everything we coulda had, it may not be everything but I’ll try”

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elderwisp · 4 months ago

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OC QUESTIONNAIRE ft Rowan Barrera

tagged by @vicciouxs and @living-undead thank you so much!

00 ★ PINBOARD AND PLAYLIST

Not apart of the tag but i wanted to share his playlist and pinboard as well!

01 ★ NAME

Rowan Barrera

02 ★ NICKNAMES

Atlas likes to call him Spaceman or Starman

03 ★ GENDER

Male (he/him)

04 ★ STAR SIGN

Scorpio ♏︎

05 ★ HEIGHT

6'2" (188cm)

06 ★ NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY

Mexicano ESOOOO!

07 ★ FAVORITE FRUIT

Watermelon and peaches

08 ★ FAVORITE SEASON

He adores fall as it is close to his birthday and the chill in the weather is nice

09 ★ FAVORITE FLOWER

Atropa belladonna... also known as nightshade

10 ★ FAVORITE SCENT

Loves the smell of classy perfumes/colognes, the smell that comes after it rains, and the smell of smoke from a bonfire

11 ★ COFFEE, TEA OR HOT CHOCOLATE?

None, he prefers energy drinks especially if they're blended

12 ★ AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP

Five, enough to not miss out on what's happening but also plenty so he doesn't crash

13 ★ DOGS OR CATS?

Dogs! He likes Cane Corsos or Dobermans!

14 ★ DREAM TRIP

Anything with a beach, his parents usually plan a lot of vacations so the term dream trip is typically reality for him

15 ★ NUMBER OF BLANKETS

A nice fluffy duvet! although it eventually makes it's way to the floor

16 ★ RANDOM FACT

Rowan used to be in a lot of sports such as soccer. Really competitive guy so he would always make sure the team would win a majority of matches or be suuuuuper bummed out over losing. However once going into high school he dropped that hobby as his interests grew elsewhere.

★ TAGS: @lynzishell @hannahssimblr @youredreamingofroo @gvaudoiin-tricou @sirianasims

@earthmoonz @acidheaddd @dejasenti99 @daniigh0ul @pralinesims

#i wanted to wait until monday to introduce rowan #guess by charlixcx and girls by dare would be on his playlist #my bf was like you did a really great job at making him look like a fuckboy hELLO :-D #oc: rowan #tessellate: extras

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trickphotography2 · 1 year ago

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D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 14

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 5.1k

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

18+, minors DNI

Chapter 13 | Series Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 14

Time was flying by, much as the Seresin household tried to ignore it.

Time was a double-edged sword. Each passing day brought you one day closer to Jake leaving and one day further into your pregnancy. It was one day closer to being alone and the end of your first trimester - of being done with constant nausea, light-headedness, exhaustion, and headaches. You were pretty sure that your coworkers had an idea that you were pregnant, too, given how frequently you excused yourself to the restroom to vomit or pee. It was getting to a point where you would have to start letting people know.

It also meant that your body was changing. Logically, you knew that it would happen and expected it. Still, finding fewer of your clothes fit was frustrating when getting ready for work. You’d been in tears that morning when your slacks refused to button over your 13-week belly, and you had to get back into the shower to shave your legs so you could wear a skirt. Tears were nothing new in the house, especially with Jake leaving for North Island in three days, but the last thing your husband wanted was for you to be shedding tears over Peach finally making herself known.

Jake had immediately vetoed calling the baby Mini Cactus, MC for short, for the week. But he wasn’t the one having to deal with sharp back and hip pain, which your doctor assured you was normal as your body accommodated your growing uterus. After one awful cramp while eating lunch together in your office, Jake suggested a back rub. When you leaned against the desk, he’d stood behind you, pressing his dick against your ass and whispering that he’d fantasized about bending you over that desk many times, but for different reasons.

While you were uncomfortable with how you looked - like you’d eaten too big of a lunch - Jake loved it. His favorite thing to do was to have you relax against him, your back against his chest, with his hand resting on your stomach. He found every excuse he could to touch you: gently moving you out of the way to reach something, buckling your seatbelt as you rolled your eyes, his hand high on your thigh as he drove so his pinky brushed the slight bump, and inevitably cradling your stomach when he kissed you.

So he’d thought about how to make you understand how fucking sexy you were all goddamn day. As soon as you got home, he’d rushed to the bedroom while you checked the mail, stripped off his khakis, and changed into the tightest pair of jeans he had, cock hard and pressing against the zipper. Feeling slightly foolish, he grabbed the cowboy hat from the closet and hurried into the kitchen in time for you to come inside, pausing to close the garage.

“What’s this?” you asked, laughing at the sight of your half-naked husband. Taking the mail from your hand, he tossed it onto the counter and wrapped his hands around your hips.

“What’d’ ya mean, Mrs. Seresin?” he drawled, thickening his accent. Jake brushed his lips against your forehead, his evening stubble lightly scraping your skin while backing you against one of the counters. His hips pinned you there as he tangled a hand in your hair, tugging as he licked into your mouth. With one hand on his back, you trailed the other down to lightly trace his erection, humming against his mouth. “See whatcha do to me, Mama?”

He quickly untucked your shirt and tugged it over your head, letting the material fall to the floor as his hands lifted to cradle your stomach. When your head tipped back against the cabinet, he unclasped your bra. His lips skimmed the red indents it had left on your shoulders and chest before turning his attention to your tender nipples, gently licking and sucking them. You whimpered. Jake chuckled against your skin as your fingers curled around the counter edge. Carefully nudging your feet wider, his lips moved down your body as he dropped to one knee. Hands glided up your legs, sliding under your skirt to kneed your ass. He kissed your stomach while removing your underwear, tucking it into his back pocket.

If there was one benefit of pregnancy, it was how sensitive you were. Much to both your surprise - and your husband’s delight - it seemed like your sex drive was on a hairpin trigger the closer you got to your second trimester. He was an expert at getting you off, but these days, Jake looking at you was enough to get you close. You’d been embarrassed when he’d played with your breasts while watching TV over the weekend and nearly made you come with that alone.

So, finding you already wet wasn’t a surprise. Jake ran a finger between your folds, dipping the tip of his finger into you before licking off the taste. “My favorite.” He tucked the hem of your skirt into the waistband, baring you to his gaze before wrapping his hand around your thigh and guiding it over his shoulder. The first pass of his tongue had you exhaling shakily. But when you looked down to watch him, the hat brim obstructed your view. Frowning, you quickly plucked it off his head and put it on your own.

“Better,” you hummed, toes curling in your flats when Jake flicked your clit with his tongue. His gaze drifted up your body to lock with yours, and he winked. With clinical precision, he took you apart with his tongue and fingers, all while keeping one hand on your stomach. It was almost comical to think that, before this man, you’d never gotten off from oral. You tugged his hair, gasping as he curled his fingers and moaned against you. Pleasure coiled low in your stomach as you rocked against his face and came with a loud moan.

Another benefit of pregnancy… the orgasms were amazing. They were so much more intense.

Grinning, Jake kissed your inner thigh before setting your foot on the floor, helping you out of your shoes before standing, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Once he was sure you could stand alone, he stepped back, ignoring your whine as his eyes drifted down your body. “Don’t move,” he ordered, crossing the kitchen. When he grabbed his phone and unlocked it, you blushed. “I want a picture.” He took two, one head-on and the other standing off to your side, kissing you again before showing them to you. Your lips were swollen and lipstick smeared, a pleasantly sated expression on your face. Your pussy and breasts were on display, and so was the curve of your stomach.

“Jake,” you groaned, untucking your skirt and burying your face in your hands. “Delete those, please.”

“Why? You look fuckin’ gorgeous.”

“I look ridiculous.” He sighed and slid the phone into his pocket before gently tugging your hands away, entwining your fingers, and leading you toward the bedroom. He bypassed the bed and went straight into the ensuite, turning you towards the mirror and pressing his chest to your back. After stealing the hat, he trailed his hands down your body, one lightly circling your nipple while the other molded your skirt to your stomach. When your gaze lowered, he curled one finger under your chin and raised your head.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he whispered in your ear, chuckling lowly when you shivered, nipples pebbling under his watchful gaze. “All the time. Doesn’t matter what you’re doin’.” Tears of embarrassment shone in your eyes as you met his in the mirror, and he smirked, pressing his cock to your ass. “Takes everything in me to let you get out of bed and go to work when all I wanna do is touch you and fuck you and hear you moanin’ my name. My pretty little wife, havin’ my baby.” Holding your gaze, he took both of your hands and placed them on the vanity before kicking your feet wider. A hand pressed between your shoulders, encouraging you to bend forward. The sound of his zipper lowering had you sinking your teeth into your lip. Jake flipped the back of your skirt up before pressing into you.

“Fuck,” you whimpered as he rolled his hips, eyes fluttering closed.

“Nuh uh, darlin’. Look at yourself,” he rasped, stilling inside you. He lightly slapped your ass when you hesitated, grunting as you clenched around him. When you forced them open, taking in the sight of your husband bare-chested and in that fucking cowboy hat, you pushed back against him. “Good girl.” Jake snapped his hips, forcing a choked moan from your throat. “That’s right, Mama. Let Daddy take care of you.”

Fingers dug into your hips as he fucked you hard, one hand protectively against your lower stomach to keep it from hitting the vanity. He kept up a litany of praises - how good you felt, how gorgeous you were, and how much he loved you - as he watched your body ripple with the force of his thrusts. When you shifted a hand to brace yourself on the mirror, he reached under your skirt to circle your clit. His lips sealed on your throat, teeth scraping lightly, and you reached to curl your hand around the back of his neck. Your lips found his in panting kisses as you tipped over the edge, feeling him smile as you fluttered around him, pulling him along with a grunt.

You floated in the blissful post-orgasm glow, leaning back against Jake and letting him take your weight. “Love you,” you mumbled, tipping your head against his shoulder.

“Love you, too, darlin’.” Ignoring your whine, Jake slid out of you, unzipping your skirt and letting it fall, puddling at your feet. After lifting you onto the vanity, his fingers went between your legs, gently probing and pushing his cum back into you. Your nails dug into his arms. “You alright, Mama? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Shaking your head, you leaned forward to press your mouth to his throat. His rumbling laugh made you smile, hips lifting as he curled his fingers and dragged them out of you. When he lifted them to your mouth, you cleaned them, tasting the saltiness of his cum and your own earthy taste as your tongue curled around his fingers. “My perfect wife,” he sighed, ripping them from your mouth and kissing you deeply. He wrapped your legs around his waist and lifted you from the vanity, quickly making his way into the bedroom.

After setting you on the bed, Jake tugged off his jeans and placed the hat on the nightstand before covering your body with his. He playfully kissed your face and neck, making you giggle. When his hand drifted down between your legs, you caught his wrist. “Hands to yourself, Tex.”

“Let’s get a third out of you, Mama,” he cooed, kissing the corner of your mouth. Pulling his hand up, you nudged him onto his side. He brushed the hair from your face before his fingers skated down your body to rub his knuckle on your stomach. Lazy kisses became more heated as you grasped his hardening cock, lightly stroking and teasing. “Darlin’,” he huffed as you ran your thumb through the bead of precum and brought it to your lips. Guiding one of your legs over his hip, he shifted to try and line himself up with your pussy.

Smirking, you forced him onto his back and straddled his hips. Your mixed arousal coated his skin as he gripped your waist, trying to encourage you onto your knees. “Lieutenant Seresin,” you scoffed, covering his hands with your own. “I thought I said hands to yourself.”

“Can’t expect me to listen when you’re naked.” You threw your head back laughing, and he licked his lips while watching your breasts bounce. Surging upwards, he wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you down, burying his face in your breasts and kissing your sternum before sucking your right nipple into his mouth. His hands on your ass rocked you against his dick, and you moaned while pushing him away.

“Bad boy,” you said, tapping his nose. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I can help you.” His cock twitched, and your grin grew. While Jake fucking loved using the restraints tucked under the mattress on you, leaving his hands free to take you apart, he’d only let you use them on him once in a blue moon. While you loved being held down, he was so tactile it killed him not being able to touch you. Which you loved. The sight of him trying and failing to touch you, held back by the velcro around his wrists - unable to set the pace on the one time he’d let you use the ankle straps - was such a turn-on.

The thought had you clenching your thighs around his hips, dragging your core along his dick. Trailing your nails down his left arm, you took his hand from your ass and removed his watch, tossing it onto his nightstand and mouthing at the pale skin of his wrist. “Please, babe?” you asked, looking at him through your eyelashes. He groaned. You squealed and cupped his face at his curt nod, peppering him with kisses. When you climbed off his lap, he tapped your ass before collapsing onto the bed, arms flung wide.

You made quick work of it, tossing the pillows to the floor and pulling the restraints from under the mattress. Jake grumbled when you wrapped the cuffs around his wrists and adjusted the length, restricting his movement. “Arms only,” he said as you moved towards the foot of the bed.

“Fine, fine,” you huffed. With the second cuff on, you sat beside him and ran your hand along his chest, admiring how the black fabric contrasted with his tan skin. He watched, biceps flexing and testing the give. It wasn’t much. Smiling, you retrieved the cowboy hat and put it on your head before moving to the foot of the bed. Jake spread his legs to accommodate you lying on your stomach. Absentmindedly, you lightly dragged your nails up his inner thigh, contemplating your next move. The muscle twitched as he glared down at you.

“Darlin’,” he growled.

“What?” you asked innocently, propping your head on your hand. His hat was too big, so you pushed it up so he could see your face. At his raised eyebrow, you rolled your eyes and returned your attention to his cock, pink and hard against his stomach. It had been a while since you’d given a blowjob, reluctant to test your gag reflex when dealing with morning sickness. But today hadn’t been too bad, and you knew how much your husband loved them. Moving closer, you ran the tip of your tongue along his thick vein, smirking at his grunt. “No promises,” you said, eyes darting to meet his.

“Whatever you can.” He shifted, looking down the length of his body to watch you kitten lick his dick. A self-satisfied smirk graced your lips at the sight of precum smearing his stomach. Holding his gaze, you ran the flat of your tongue up his length before taking him in hand and resting his crown against your bottom lip. Your tongue dipped into his slit, and he huffed when his attempt to bury his hand in your hair was thwarted.

“Will you think of this when you’re away?” you asked coyly. The image of you naked except for that fucking hat, legs crossed at the ankles and in the air, would be one that he would think about often when deployed.

“I’d take a fuckin’ picture if I could, darlin’,” he rasped. His cock slapped his stomach when you released him. “Where are you - ” he asked as you slid off the bed. His palm ached to slap your ass when you bent at the waist to grab his discarded jeans and retrieve his phone. “Hey!” he called when you went into the bathroom. He tugged at the restraints, only stopping when you reappeared, having reapplied that sinful red lipstick he loved. Tossing the phone next to him, you straddled his waist and leaned down to press your lips to his. Jake tried to hold you, letting out a muffled groan when he was held back. You smiled against his mouth, pulling away when he tried to take control of the kiss.

“If you’re good, Lieutenant,” you cooed, dragging your thumb from his lower lip down to the divot in his chin, his stubble rasping against your skin. “You can have a treat.” When he raised an eyebrow, you whispered in his ear. He moaned, pressing his head back into the bed. You smiled at how flushed he was, hair tousled from your fingers and eyes blown wide with arousal when they met yours. When you leaned down to kiss him again, the corner of the mattress lifted with how hard he pulled on the restraints.

You licked and sucked down his chest with a wink, leaving lipstick stains across his tanned skin to resettle between his legs. Phone in hand, you rested his cock against your lower lip and snapped pictures before tossing it aside. Holding his gaze, you ran the flat of your tongue up his length before taking his tip in your mouth. After taking a deep breath, you sank down on him, smiling at the loud groan Jake released. His legs tensed, heels digging into the mattress when you hollowed your cheeks, struggling not to thrust upward.

“Take the hat off,” he breathlessly ordered. “Wanna see you.” When you ignored him, he bent his knee and gently knocked your shoulder, unwilling to lift his hips and make you choke on him. “Hat. Now.” Rolling your eyes, you tipped it back so he could see your face. “Brat.” The ‘t’ was hissed as you swallowed him again, using your hand to cover what you couldn’t take.

With every pass, you took more and more of him. Jake’s hands flexed in the restraints, teeth digging into his lower lip as he fought against the need to fuck your mouth. The sight of his biceps flexing, the tendons of his neck strained, had you sliding a hand down your body to play with your clit. You moaned around him, eyes falling close as your thighs clenched. “That’s my girl,” he growled. “Get that pussy all nice and wet for me.” You whimpered around him, gathering your mixed cum and teasing yourself. “Fuck, darlin’, I’m close.”

Smirking, you pulled off of him and kissed his tip before lazily pumping him. “You alright, Mama?” Jake asked, lifting his head to look at you. Sweat dotted his brow, and you twisted your wrist, pulling a grunt from him.

“You’ve got a choice, Seresin. Do you want to come before or after I ride your face?”

“Fuckin’ Christ, woman. Gonna kill me,” he breathed, collapsing back onto the bed. His chest heaved as he stared at the ceiling for a moment before raising his knees to bracket you. “Wanna come in that hot mouth now.”

“Good choice,” you smiled before lowering your head to mouth at his balls. Jake’s back bowed off the bed, making you giggle. After kissing his shaft, you sucked on his tip, flicking your tongue under the crown before lowering your head. He was hot and heavy in your mouth when you paused, humming thoughtfully. Jake’s hips lifted involuntarily, forcing himself deeper.

“You’re doing so well, Mrs. Seresin,” he groaned. “Can you take a little bit more?” Rather than answer, you bobbed your head, breathing through your nose as your throat spasmed and tears sprang to your eyes. You could feel him twitch as you stilled, fighting your gag reflex. “Just like that. Good girl.” When you felt under control, you tapped his thigh, eyes trailing the length of his body to meet his gaze. Cocking an eyebrow, you ensured the hat was tipped back as you hummed again. Jake hesitantly lifted his hips, feeling you swallow around him, lips curving into a smile. Taking that as confirmation, he fucked your mouth, bumping the back of your throat with each pass. Pretty tears glistened on your cheeks as he chased his orgasm, fighting against the restraints when he came down your throat.

You gagged, struggling to swallow around him. Quickly, you pulled off of him and pressed your hand to your mouth as you swallowed, breathing heavily through your nose. Rolling onto your side, you rested your head on his hip, not bothering to catch the cowboy hat when it fell to the mattress. “Darlin’?” Jake’s voice was soft, and you tilted your head up to see his concerned look.

“I’m good,” you assured him after a moment, pushing onto your knees and crawling up his body. But when you leaned down to kiss him, you turned at the last minute to tuck your face into his neck to hide your yawn. His laugh turned frustrated when he tried to hold you and was limited to resting his head against yours.

“Alright, Mama, lemme go, and we can have some dinner and go to bed.”

“Nooo,” you grumbled, draping yourself over him and pressing your lips to his throat. “Promised you a treat.”

“Oh, we’re gonna do that once you’ve relaxed a bit. Don’t worry.” Shaking your head, you nipped his earlobe.

“‘M already close,” you purred. Jake groaned when your lips found his. “Please?” He could taste himself on your tongue and moaned, knowing he would probably taste himself between your legs, too. At his nod, you grinned and sat up. He licked his lips as you gripped the headboard, carefully kneeling around his head. “Good?” you asked.

“So good,” he rasped, eyes fixed on your pussy where he could see his cum mixed with your arousal. When you hesitated, he stretched to flick his tongue along your clit before gently closing his teeth on your lips and tugging. You lowered yourself onto his mouth. Jake tried to pull you down further, growling in frustration when he couldn’t. Gasping, you rolled your hips, feeling your core drag across his mouth. The tip of his tongue delved into you, and he groaned at the taste. His nose bumped your clit as he lifted his head to get closer. “C’mon, darlin’,” he mumbled. “Let Daddy take care of you.”

Taking a deep breath, you let your knees slide on the sheets, pressing your pussy to Jake’s face. He sighed against your skin, quickly kissing the length of your slit before running his tongue around your clit. You exhaled shakily, burying your face in your arm. You could already feel the coiled tension low in your stomach, so close to release. Letting go of the headboard, you pinched your nipple, bucking at the rough feeling. Taking advantage of the movement, he thrust his tongue into you, curling before dragging it back to your clit. With one hard suck on your clit, you felt yourself come apart.

You came hard, ears ringing as you clung to the headboard. Jake could only watch, lightly running his tongue across your pussy and admiring the view - the curve of your stomach and heaving breasts, the pretty pink flush on your cheeks, the glazed expression in your eyes when they finally met his own, and your tired smile. “Good, Mama?” he asked, giving your clit one final kiss. You jumped, thighs tensing at the overstimulation.

“So good,” you echoed back. Carefully, you shimmied down his body and tucked yourself under one of his outstretched arms. When he tilted his head to look at you, you couldn’t help but dart your tongue out to taste yourself on his stubble.

“Gotta undo the cuffs,” he said softly. Groaning, you rolled onto your side and tugged at the velcro wrapped around his wrist. “Good girl,” he said, quickly undoing the second cuff and rubbing at his wrists before rolling towards you. His half-hard cock rested on his thigh as he gathered you in his arms, gently brushing the hair from your face. You blinked up at him and smiled when he kissed your forehead. “I’m gonna clean us up, and then we’re gonna have some dinner, alright?”

“‘M not hungry.”

“Too bad. You and Peach are gonna eat something before going to sleep.” You kissed him, trying to keep him in bed when he gently broke your grip and stood, pausing to kiss your stomach before going to the bathroom and grabbing a wet cloth.

You tensed, clutching Jake’s hand as the ultrasound tech shifted the vaginal probe. Amanda’s eyes darted over to you. “You alright, Mrs. Seresin?”

“Yup,” you nodded, chewing your lower lip. You met Jake’s eyes, glaring at the cocky look he gave you. When the doctor’s office had called first thing in the morning to offer a last-minute appointment, you’d jumped at it. They planned to use the probe on your stomach, but Peach wasn’t cooperating, so Amanda switched to the vaginal one. Unfortunately, you were a little tender after yesterday’s activities. A bit of discomfort was worth it for Jake to be at the ultrasound, though. Your original appointment had been scheduled for the day after he flew to North Island.

“Alright,” Amanda said, turning the screen toward you. “There’s Baby Seresin.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped, clapping a hand to your mouth. Peach was a small spot on the screen the last time you'd seen them. This time… this time you could see a clear outline of your baby.

“You can see baby’s head right here - look at that cute little nose! We’ve got some fingers and see their little mouth moving?”

“Darlin’,” Jake said softly, voice rough with emotion as his hand clenched around yours. “That’s our little girl.”

“Little boy.”

“A house divided, huh?” Amanda chuckled.

“He’s been adamant that we’re having a girl because he’s an aviator,” you said, brushing the tears from your cheek. “Are you able to tell what they are?”

“I can’t - you’ll be able to get confirmation in a couple weeks, though.”

“Damn.” Jake thumbed away a tear and cleared his throat. “Kinda hoped that we could find out before I left.” At Amanda’s confused look, he sighed. “I’m deploying tomorrow. So this’ll be the last appointment I’m at.”

“Oh.” The woman’s face fell as she looked between you. “I’m really sorry about that. We’ll take good care of your wife and baby.”

“Thank you.” Amanda nodded.

“I can’t tell you your baby’s gender, but…” she flipped a switch, and a whooshing filled the room. “Alright, baby’s moving and isn’t gonna cooperate again.” You rolled your lips together when the probe moved and then froze at the thumping sound. “That’s baby’s heartbeat. Gonna take some measurements and… sounds nice and strong.”

Jake grinned as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, pointing it at the screen to record the image and sound. “Wow,” you breathed, inhaling sharply when he brushed his lips against your clasped fingers.

“I’m gonna take a couple of pictures for the doc, and then we’ll get more for you. If your little one cooperates.”

Your nails dug into his hand as the probe moved, but the discomfort was worth it to see the adoration in your husband’s eyes as he stared at your baby. To make sure that he had this moment.

“I’ll see you in two days,” Jake said, holding you tightly.

“Friday night, 8:07PM,” you confirmed.

“I’ll be there.” Clearing your throat, you pasted on a watery smile and tipped your head back. Standing on your toes, you brushed your lips against Jake’s

“You better be, Daddy. Otherwise, Peach and I are gonna be really mad at you.”

“Can’t have that.” In the privacy of your office, he dropped to his knee and kissed your stomach. “Be good for mama, Peach.” You ran your fingers through his hair, gently tugging.

“It’s time to go, babe.” Groaning, he gripped your hips, pressing his forehead to your stomach. With a deep sigh, he pushed to his feet and took your hand. His duffle was by the door, and he grabbed the handle while you took his flight bag. The duffle wheels seemed loud in the Bounty Hunter’s hanger as you made your way to the flight line.

A group stood by the Vigilantes hanger - a few of Jake’s coworkers and the Daggers. While your husband made the rounds to say his goodbyes, Javy dropped an arm over your shoulders and tugged you close. “You okay?” he asked.

“This is the easy part,” you said, biting the inside of your cheek when tears sprang to your eyes.

“None of this is easy,” Javy sighed.

“Stop being sweet, or I’m going to cry, and that’ll upset Jake.”

“Fine. Should I tell you about my dream where I came over to meet the baby, and it was a squid?”

“What?”

“Yeah. But not a real squid, a cartoon squid. And it was blue. So I think that was my subconscious telling me that you’re having a boy who's gonna join the Navy.”

“Because of a blue squid.” He smiled when you laughed, quickly brushing away a tear.

“What’s so funny?” your husband asked.

“Blue squids,” Javy shrugged. Jake raised an eyebrow, looking between you two.

“Javy’s team boy,” you said.

“Javy’s wrong.”

“Do we have a pool going?” Payback grinned, drifting over as the crowd thinned.

“For what?” Phoenix asked.

“If they’re having a boy or a girl,” Javy replied.

“Oh. Girl,” Phoenix shrugged.

“Thank you,” Jake grinned.

“It’s a boy,” you huffed.

“If Mom says it’s a boy, it’s a boy,” Payback said.

“Thank you!”

“So it’s Hangman and Phoenix saying it’s a girl, and Payback, me, and Mom saying it’s a boy. Bob?” Javy asked.

Bob shrugged. “Navy men have daughters.”

After some good-natured teasing, the Daggers took Jake’s duffle and went to load it into his jet’s travel pod. “Alright, guess it’s time,” Jake sighed.

“It’s two days,” you said, forcing your tone to be light. “Remember, we’re not sweating the small separations.” He nodded, leaning down to kiss you, lightly stroking your stomach.

“I’ll see you in San Diego.”

“I’ll see you there. Love you.”

“I love you, too.” When he didn’t move, you shook your head.

“You gotta go, or you’ll be late.” Jake sighed, kissing your forehead. “Fly safe.”

The Daggers stood beside you as you watched Jake taxi down the flight line. As his F-18 screamed into the sky, you cradled your stomach and blinked back tears.

It was only two days.

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Author's Note: I promised you hot, married people sex. Hopefully this delivered. Thank you to @mayhemmanaged for the input and encouragement in writing this chapter!

Unfortunately, Jake's only one short week out from deploying. But at least he got to see Baby Seresin before he left! And he made sure that he documented things from home that he would miss - both of Mama and Baby.

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nekohime19 · 5 months ago

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Mini Mac #13 : Two monkeys in a spring

Summer hit hard on FFM and our two monkeys are dying of heat.

The sun was shining upon Flower Fruit Mountain, so much in fact that most of its residents were craving the shades. Sun Wukong was spread under one of the water-curtain cave trees, he was shirtless, like often in summer, and watched the leaves sway with the soft breeze coming from the rock's cracks. He didn't feel like moving. Even if his fur was shorter than most, the weather was still unbearable. This sort of day wasn't common on Flower Fruit Mountain. Perhaps that's why when it happened, it hit hard. Sun Wukong turned on his left and looked at Macaque. The lil guy was only wearing one leaf tied to his hips, he fanned himself with another while the wind ruffled his fur. Sun Wukong was almost jealous. He too wanted to be ruffled by the wind, alas he wasn't blessed by it.

“We should go swimming.” Suddenly said the sage as he put his head in his hand, Macaque turned towards him with a raised eyebrow. “I know of some very fresh springs, we should go there!” Macaque considered the idea, Wukong watched intently as the lil guy frowned, like he always did when he was lost in thought.

“Okay, but if you drown me I'll hide all of your peaches.” Warned Macaque with narrowed eyes.

“Again?” Whined Wukong.

“You deserved it last time. That'll teach you some respect!”

“I told you I was sorry! I didn't know your tail was sensitive.” Chuckled the sage, he remembered the scene fondly. He tried to groom Macaque's fur some days ago. As it was, it was rather difficult to groom a lil guy not even half your size, and at that moment the sage didn't think of his shrinking ability. He may have pulled too hard on Macaque's tail which made the lil guy yelp. Macaque had been so embarrassed by this that he fled in his shadows and hid Wukong's peaches for two days straight, two miserable days for Wukong.

The sage rose from the ground and stretched, he looked back at the lil guy and put his tail in front of him. Macaque, by habit, latched on the tail and let it wrap around his waist. Wukong raised his tail and put the lil guy on his shoulder, he really ought to create some pockets in his clothes for Macaque, it'll be easier. They left the water-curtain cave and walked towards the spring, the cloud was always a bit tricky to navigate in scorching weather. Fortunately, the spring wasn't too far, it stemmed from the water-curtain waterfall and was hidden behind some of the nearby trees. Sun Wukong let Macaque climb down his body and ran towards the clear water, he perched himself on the nearby rock that circled the spring and leaned over the brewing water. The sage found the scene adorable, he let his tail wag a little now that Macaque couldn't see it. He immediately averted his eyes the second Macaque began to remove the leaf tied to his waist.

The black-furred monkey was a lot more comfortable with nudity than the sage. Sun Wukong was proud that Macaque was eased in his presence but still he felt embarrassed each time the lil guy removed his clothes. This feeling only surged with Macaque. He didn't mind being nude as a newborn before the monkeys and wasn't bothered by their naked bodies. Hell, he even went to a hot spring with his sworn-brothers once and he felt no shred of shame. Macaque was different. He was always scared to let his eyes linger on his figure. He caught himself once and the feeling had been so new and odd that it spooked him a bit.

Wukong removed his pants but he kept his underwear, he turned towards the spring and chuckled once he caught sight of Macaque slipping inside of a lily pad. The lil guy stumbled on it and fell face first in the plant. The sage smiled at this, before stepping back a little and running towards the spring. He jumped in it, curling into a ball, and dived in the freshwater. It felt good to be splashed. Sun Wukong sank to the bottom of the spring and looked up, admiring the light falling in the water for a bit. He then walked towards the shallow part of the spring and let his head pierce the veil between water and air.

“You couldn't help yourself could you?” Wukong turned around and bursted out laughing when he saw Macaque being absolutely drenched, his lily pad completely flooded.

Sun Wukong leaned on a rock, body half submerged, and crossed his arms behind his head.

“You gotta jump in a spring when you see one, it's the rule lil bud.” Snickered the sage with a satisfied smile. Macaque's lily pad floated closer, the lil guy was leaning on the edges of the plant, head in hand, tail lazily swinging behind him.

“You create the stupidest rules sometimes.” Snorted the black-furred monkey, Sun Wukong looked at him for a bit before closing his eyes, ears reddening at the tips.

“You know what will be perfect right now?” Mumbled Sun Wukong as he slowly relaxed, the water hugging his body.

“Say less.” Chuckled Macaque, the sage heard the telltale sound of shadows moving and opened one eye. He chirped in delight when he caught sight of peaches and plums resting at the edge of the spring. Sun Wukong swam towards them, he devoured one of the peaches and cut some pieces of plums for the lil guy.

Macaque received his plum pieces with joy, he bit into it readily, still leaning on the edges of the lily pad. Wukong leaned on the rock with another peach in hand, it was perfect.

They spend the rest of the day here, relaxing in the cool water.

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The moon was slowly rising, taking its place within the dark. Sun Wukong was on his bed, the room lightened by a single candle. He was drawing on one page of his sketchbook, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, cheeks dusted with red. He let his hand imprint his thoughts on the paper, the lines forming the familiar figure of Macaque resting in his lily pad.

Sun Wukong sighed once he was done and hid his sketchbook filled with nothing but lil doodles and sketches of Macaque, he would never let the black-furred monkey see this.

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jeon-ify · 10 months ago

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Hii! Can I request a dom!park hyungsik smut with the prompts 10, 13 and 16 from your recent post? Tysm 😭💕 you're doing so well frr🫶🏻

a/n: hi!! of course you can!! and thank you so much! 🩷 i hope it’s not terrible because i have no idea who this man is, so i hope i did enough research to make this kinda seem right. hope you have fun with this one pretty!!

warnings: ?? idk just smut

10. “you act so high and mighty, wonder what they’d think when they see you on your knees half naked for me”

13. “hands behind your back”

16. “stop fucking crying”

mdni.

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extra slippers - park hyungsik

“taehyung, can i borrow a pair of your slippers? hyungsik doesn’t have any comfortable ones.” you ask him. your boyfriend had the most uncomfortable slippers. his feet were too big (or at least bigger than yours) and they’d slide or fall off everytime you walk up the stairs.

you ask taehyung for the extra pair he left in his closet, “yeah, gimme a second. why don’t you ask your boyfriend for some, though?” he questions. he knows this would make hyungsik upset, considering how possessive he is over you.

you laugh, your hand lightly hitting taehyung’s shoulder, as he nervously laughs with you at the scene that just took place. “yeah, he has some but they’re uncomfortable. they don’t fit good.” you smile. you let out a breathily laugh and taehyung walks over to grab his pair of slippers. as he walks to his room upstairs, you hear your boyfriend coming down the stairs, his face emotionless and cold, already scolding you for what just happened.

he heard you, he heard the way you laughed. he heard taehyung laughing with you and the way you held the conversation in a flirtatious manner. you turn around to face him, his lazy outfit bouncing as he makes his way down the stairs. he waits for taehyung to come down the stairs to give you the pair of slippers you so desperately wanted.

“where were you? was looking everywhere for you, baby.” he asks. you know he wasn’t looking for you, because you were right next to taehyung in the kitchen the entire time.

“i was asking tae for slippers, i don’t have an extra pair.” you manage to let out. you already feel him scolding you and him telling you you’re his to have and to never fuck around with his friends. you knew better than to flirt with anyone else, let alone touching and laughing up a storm with his friends— his best friend.

“that so? he’s upstairs, think you should go get the slippers yourself.” he walks over to you, his large figure hovering over you. you feel like being bratty and annoying today, so you try go upstairs and get tae’s slippers yourself, until hyungsik stops you by grabbing your throat and making you stand in front of him.

“you wanna fuck him, don’t you?” he sulks. you feel your thighs pressing together as he grasps harder at your throat, his eyes moving down to glare at your thighs. you don’t answer— instead, you moan and shake (try to) your head.

“when i’m talking, you fucking answer me, mm? do you think about my friends like a fucking whore?” his other hand movss to grab your hair and pull so your neck is exposed for him to lick a stripe up your throat to your lips.

“no— fuck, please.” you moan. you finally manage to get words out, but you can’t comprehend a thing you’re saying.

he lets you go completely when you both hear taehyung coming down the stairs. he walks over to you and places the slippers right by your feet.

“taehyung, go buy me a box of soju. the peach one please. i’ll cashapp you the money.” hyungsik asks. he’s trying to get rid of taehyung and he succeeds when tae starts his car and leaves. luckily, they only sell soju at the mart downtown about 20 minutes from your house.

hyungsik hears the door shut and turns to you in an instant. he slides his shirt off and throws his slippers off.

“take your fucking clothes off. don’t say a fucking word. you wanna act like a whore in front of my friends when i’m not around? i can only imagine how you’d act if i wasn’t home and i left the both of you here alone.” he watches you undress, taking all his power to not throw you onto the couch and just fucking rawdog you right then and there.

“we were just playing around, you kn-“ you try. you were cut off by your boyfriend slapping your cheek, as he watches you roll your eyes back in pleasure from him inflicting pain onto you.

“you don’t play around with my friends. you wanna fuck around so bad, leave me then. what would they think? what would people think when they see you spreading your legs for just anybody?” he questions. he’s taking his pants off while you’re on your knees. he grabs your hair, pulling you closer to just see how hard he is from talking down to you, how hard he is from you teasing and pissing him off.

you feel like you’re walking on eggshells right now. he does this— when you bother him, he either chooses to let you cum, or you don’t cum at all. right now, you really need to be careful.

“asked you a question, baby. you act so high and mighty. wonder what they’d think when they see you naked on your knees for me.

“they’d think i’m a whore.” you moan. you open your mouth as he pushes his cock into your mouth. he pushes your head down deeper until you feel him in your throat. he fucks into you deeper while you choke, saliva forming at the base of his cock. he groans as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his hand tightening its grip on your hair, the other hand holding onto your jaw to feel how deep he is in your throat. you hold onto his thighs for support, but he slaps your hands away.

“hands behind your back. i didn’t say you could touch me.” he stops his movements, pulling you upwards to stand up straight.

“was gonna let you cum today, but you just can’t fucking use your brain, can you? dumb slut,” he tsks. you want to apologize, but this would only get you in deeper.

“i’m sorry, daddy, please~” you moan. he walks you up the stairs, holding onto your wrist. you make it into his room, his eyes growing darker by the minute.

“you’re gonna take me, and you’re gonna let everyone know how good i fuck you.” he hovers over you, his hand grabbing your neck while the other strokes your tit. you moan in response, already almost cumming from the feeling of being used.

“okay, baby.” you whimper. you get into his favorite position, your legs on his shoulders as he lines his cock up to your entrance. he slaps his tip on your clit, making you scream in response. “so fucking sensitive, don’t even need to prep you.”

he enters you in one motion just from how wet you are. he holds onto your jeweled ankles, his fingers toying with the anklets he bought you for valentines. he embraces the smell of your legs as you’ve started to put perfume on your pressure points since he’s pointed it out to you. so, everytime he fucks you in this position, he smells your perfume on your ankles and knees.

“you know your safeword. use it if you need to.” he fucks you at a relentless pace, your titties bouncing with his harsh thrusts. he squeezes your thigh as he slaps the sides of your ass.

“my god! fuck fuck fuck baby please, you feel so good.” you moan. your hand moves down to toy with your clit, but hyungsik slaps pins your wrist down.

“yeah, fucking take my dick baby. take that shit. so fucking good.” he moans. his voice is so throaty, you could literally cum just from hearing how hot he just sounded. he’s not letting you touch him, nor is he letting you close your eyes.

“look at me, look at me while i fuck you stupid— fuuckkk” he moans, his eyes roll to the back of his head as he throws his head back in pleasure. your eyes start tearing as you’re frustrated with not being able to use your hands.

“please- please let me cum,” you cry. your legs shake as you squirt onto his cock. you moan and cry out, begging to release the knot in your stomach.

“stop fucking crying. you wanted me to fuck you. you’re so cock drunk, i could give you nothing and you’d still cum. cus you’re a fucking whore. that right?” he grabs your throat, your legs wrapping around his waist. he grips your jaw and forces your mouth open.

“open.” a drop of saliva lands onto your tongue as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. he’s fucking you at his quickest, a record possibly no one could beat.

“fuck! fuck please please let me cum, please” you’re begging like this is life or death. “cum. cream my dick baby. want you all over it.” he groans. he slows his pace as you feel him twitch inside of you.

“cum with me, let it go.” he groans, he stills his motions as you both reach your orgasms. he pulls out of you and stands up to walk over to the bathroom. he soaks a towel with warm water to clean you up.

“let this be a warning for the next time you decide to fuck with my friends.”

#park hyungsik #kpop smut #kpop #kpop aesthetic #kpop idol #idol #korean #for you #kdrama x reader #kdrama smut

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itsanerdlife · 28 days ago

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Wicked Intentions 13

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

Characters: Peter Stark. Howie Stark. Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers. Clint Barton. TC (T’Challa). Ben Reilly. Cledus Kasady (CK). Brock Rumlow. Gwen Stacy. Wanda Maximoff. Becca Barnes. Amore Lorelei. Kitty Pryde. Frank Castle. George Barnes. Joe Rogers. Winni Barnes. Pepper Stark. Wade Wilson. Eddie Brock. Warner Strucker. Barney Barton. Bobbi Morse. Pietro Maximoff. Logan.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

His hands grab the back of her thighs, pulling her up, before his hand returns to her neck. The kiss deep, and too much for public.

“Oh god.” Peter groans. He quickly puts a hand over Becca’s eyes.

“Too late I’m scarred.” She cringes, holding on to his hand tightly.

“Anyone else rock hard, and learn something new about Chaos?” Barney grins, Clint socks him in the shoulder. “Son of a bitch.” Barney stoops, turning away, holding his shoulder.

“I now see where you get it from.” Steve sighs, looking at Clint.

“Had I known she had daddy issues,” Pietro chuckles next to Peter.

“I will break your jaw.” Peter turns on him.

“What do you want?” Bucky growls, looking over at them. Having yet set Y/N down, she’s still locked around his waist.

“Dude, put my sister down, before I look at you.” Peter groans.

“I’m going to need so much therapy after this.” Becca whines, dropping her head, Steve pulls her into his chest, patting her back, chuckling.

“Like I haven’t caught Howie with his hand up your skirt.” Y/N huffs, surely with an eye roll.

Becca squeaks.

“What?”

“Oh god.”

“No.”

Are whined from her brothers.

“As much as I enjoyed the show.” Pietro chuckles. Peter cocks back, Pietro puts his hands up. “I come bearing gifts.”

“Gifts?” Bucky and Y/N wonder.

“A thank you gift if you will.” He chuckles.

Peter turns looking at his siblings. They exchange a look, before locking eyes with him.

“Mafia thank you gifts?” Bucky looks to her.

“Fuck.” She breathes.

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“Dad’s warehouse?” I look to Peter as he helps me from the car.

“Probably nothing good going to come from this.” He sighs.

“This way.” Pietro ushers us through the door, Bucky at my back.

We wander through the dimly lit warehouse, run and owned by my father and his partner, my soon to be father-in-law. In the far back corner storage room, the door open, Logan stands behind a man tied to the chair, head hanging.

“Oh, a person, my gift?” My head tips looking at Pietro who chuckles at me.

“I would like to get into bed with your family. With your husband.” He cuts his eyes from me and Peter to Bucky. Nodding my head slowly.

“Interesting.” I hmm, walking into the room.

“So, I brought you something you could use, someone with a grudge, that has information you would like to know about.” Pietro nods.

Logan grips the man’s hair, yanking his head back. His face slack, unconscious.

I don’t know the man, but the four behind me, jerk forward. Logan let’s go, allowing his head to hang again.

“Warner?” Becca gasps but remains outside the room.

“Do we know him?” I ask, leaning on the table in the room against one side. Peter on one side, TC on the other.

They exchange a look.

“Sugar, remember the day you stumbled upon us?” Steve scratches the side of his head. My head tips.

“The day I told you to fall in line or leave town.” Bucky looks over at me.

I smirk, remembering that day. “The first time you threatened me with blood on your hands.”

He drops his head slightly smirking to the floor.

“He’s done that more than once?” Bobbi comes over joining the three of us.

“We’re a sort of sick love story.” I wink at Bucky, who shakes his head, grinning.

“He’s the guy we were beating on.” Clint nods towards the man in the middle of the room.

Nodding “So do I get to know why you were beating on him?”

The three of them look to Becca who shifts, looking down at her sneakers, refusing to come farther in the room.

“Bec’s?” Peter folds his arms over his chest.

“Oh god, I’m never going to get past this.” She rubs her hands over her face.

Watching her intently. She curls into herself, arms wrapping around herself. She’s still in the doorway, refusing to come into the room, with Warner.

“When?” I ask.

“While I was dating CK.” She whispers, looking away.

Looking to Peter who looks shocked. “I knew.”

“How?” His brow drops down.

“When I broke CK’s nose with my water bottle. He had a video of them together. He wanted to share it, saying she was getting what she deserved for being a slut.” Becca’s head drops back, looking at the ceiling.

“How’s he still breathing?” Peter snaps at the boys.

Clint licks his lips, Steve’s jaw clenches, Bucky stares at me.

“She’s a girl up for bid, Pete.” I swallow.

“I just wanted to move past it. I wanted to get on with my life.” She spits. “I didn’t want to see him again.”

Nodding.

“He used to go to Saints.” TC explains.

“Pete, your phone please.” Putting out my hand to my brother. He slips his phone from his pocket and into my hand. Tapping the screen a few times, hitting call.

“Kid?” He answers on the third ring.

“Daddy,”

“Little Miss?” He sounds confused.

“Come to the warehouse, we need to handle business.”

“Table or family?”

“Family. Bring mom and Howie.” I roll my eyes on the last one. I see Peter and Bucky exchange a look.

“We’ll be there.” The call ends.

Handing Peter his phone back. Pushing off the table, I move slowly towards Warner.

“Can you wake him?” I look to Logan.

“Possibly smelling salts.” He shrugs.

Nodding I look at the unconscious man. Cocking back, I slug him in the jaw. The chair about goes over, Logan keeps it up right. Warner’s eyes flutter open, panic settling in. Leaning down to his level, I grin at him.

“Wake up, bitch.” Slapping him in the cheek. “It’s play time.” His eyes widen finding The Saintz behind me.

“She knocks people out and wakes them with that hit.” Steve whispers shook.

“Wait, wait, wait, I paid for it. You guys sent me on my way.” He splutters, trying to wiggle around.

Looking from The Saintz to him again. “Oh no, no, see they don’t run this show anymore, Warner.” I laugh.

“Hey.” They huff.

“Is she wrong?” Peter snorts.

Steve and Clint grumble. Bucky is glaring, staring hard at Warner.

“They gave you a pass. But see Warner.” I turn grinning at him. “I am the head of the table, now. Becca Barnes is my sister-in-law, and you did something horrible to my sister.” Shrugging at him, tipping my head to the side.

“I kept my mouth shut.” He pleads, breathless, panic flushing him.

My head tips to the other side. “Like a good bitch but see that’s not enough for me.”

“I knew working for the dickhead wouldn’t do me any good.” Warner groans.

Bucky and I exchange a look. “Working for who?” Bucky growls.

“Eddie. He said I would be safe, working for him.” His head drops, whining.

“Really? You’re a predator? I want to break your jaw cause you’re such a bitch.” My nose crinkles, watching him.

“She was drunk, Sweets.” Clint informs me.

My brows jump up. “Oh, you’re a bitch alright.” I nod. “Big and bad, till you’re caught. You like them weak and unable to fight back.” My foot meets his chest, sending him and the chair crashing back.

Logan steps back. Allowing me to keep kicking and stomping on Warner.

“You have this covered?” Pietro wonders, looking around.

“Yeah.” Peter nods, giving him props.

Smalls continues wailing on Warner in the background.

“Can you take Bobbi home?” Clint wonders.

“Of course.” Pietro nods, ushering her forward.

“Becca.” Bucky looks away from his fiancée to his sister.

She nods quickly, unwilling to be in the room anymore. She hurries after them.

“Does Howie know?” Buck looks to Peter.

“Has too.” Peter looks over. “If he doesn’t, Warner won’t come out alive.”

“Does he care enough?” Bucky huffs.

Peter pauses for a moment. “I think that’s what his problem is, he cares too much. An all we’ve done is bring you and your family problems.” Looking back to his sister, kicking Warner, who is screaming.

“Funny, I thought it was the other way around.” Buck lifts a brow at him. “Your family didn’t have these issues till I went and claimed your sister in the halls.”

“Did you think about bailing out too?” Peter wonders.

Buck nods slowly. “When your sister walked away. I thought it was maybe for the best. Till CK made a play for her. I realized I couldn’t let anyone else have her. Till I saw John Walker with his hands on her. Killing for her became second nature. I’m not enough for her, never will be, but fuck if I’ll let anyone else be less for her.” He smirks at him

“Funny enough I think you are exactly what she needs. She didn’t need a love story. She needed someone as messed up as her.” He chuckles.

“A sick love story, Pete. And I’ll be damned if it’s anyone else for either of us. I’ll kill Wade no different than CK. She won’t ever be rid of me.” Buck grins.

“I knew you were never going to let it be anyone else the night we meet at the school. Watching you chomp at the bit at just Ben’s name. I knew you were in deep with her.” Peter nods.

“Since she walked into Saints with her colored hair and fuck you, attitude. She told me to earn her respect.” He grins, watching Y/N standing over Warner on the floor.

“You made a bet and killed someone for her.” Peter snorts.

“I made a bet she’d end up mine, she told me she’d be better than my dreams.” Buck grins, licking his lips. “Fuck was she right. She told me she’d ruin me for any other bitch. Sure as hell, the way I want her, only her. Downright criminal.”

“Good thing we’re criminals.” Peter chuckles.

“Well Sweets, I think you knocked him out.” Clint sighs looking down at Warner.

“What a bitch!” She shakes her head, throwing her hands up. “Can’t take a beating.” She scoffs.

Peter and Buck exchange a look, smirking.

------------ Everything Peaches 9/21/2024 @mo320 @ml7010 @kmc1989 @babizza @coley0823 @destiel-artemis @royal-sunflower @camelliasblossom @shinycupcakebaker @purpleeclipseeggsland @daughterofthenight117 @hisredheadedgoddess28

Bucky 'Fuck Me Up' Barnes: @jbbarnesgirl @kaylaphantomhive

Series tags: @sebastians-love @otterlycanadian

#Marvel #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Avengers #Bucky x Reader #Wicked Intentions #Marvel Fanfiction #Bucky Barnes Series #Avengers Fanfiction #Bucky AU Series #Intentions Series #Ama's Idea

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breezeoow · 3 months ago

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Seventeen as a song by wave to earth ~

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1. Scoups as nouvelle vague

Will my footsteps stop by the time I'm out of breath?

The place to go back is fogged up now

If we go forward, would there be something to see?

I really have no expectations, yeah

2. Jeonghan as dried flower

There's no way back

We're lost in this room

Those scenes of you

It's all blurred out

3. Joshua as peach eyes

Peach eyes and blue skies, I'll be with you on your ride

It's on the moonlight, how many songs I write

You'll be my sunlight, how could I not rely

On you, peach eyes?

4. Jun as bonfire

What color is my sky painted?

What color is your emotion?

Close your eyes slowly and feel the wind

The bonfire is fading out

5. Hoshi as bad

When I went to the park

I recognized you at a glance

Face to face, we smiled

And I finally held your hands

6. Wonwoo as love.

My small heart

Like small waves inside

Break and push towards you

Melting and falling away

And only then can I see my eternity

7. Woozi as calla

Calla, someone said that your time will be over soon

But Calla, you can always grow back

If you don't have enough sunlight

I'll blow the clouds away, Calla

8. The8 as ocean floor

My figure is turning vague

'Cause I am in the dark

Oh, am I in the dark?

Feels like I am just out of reach

Could you hold my hands?

Oh, where did you go?

9. Mingyu as evening glow

If I feel broken, you will find me

Those useless words were falling apart on me

I'm struggling in my world

I might be full of flaws

But you will crave my heart

10. DK as pink

Here, everyone is free

Hearts spreading, flying freely like the blue sky

Though my steps may be heavy

I ran through the grass fields until my shoes wore out

11. Seungkwan as light

There is a light not far away from us, from us

The light will shine with the clouds

We're gonna fly up into the blue sky, So slowly

And we held the moon in our arms

You always had me, You're always shining

12. Vernon as homesick

Will you please take me home?

A flightless feather,

My freezing breath, frozen memories

Fearless behavior

It doesn't exist in me anymore

13. Dino as wave

Oh, we will wither someday

It has no scent, it has no warmth

Oh, we'll be forgotten someday

But with that wave, it will be remembered forever

14. Seventeen as daisy

Oh, daisy

It's my happiness to run into you

Life always goes on and on

But I'll live with you forever

So, be my daisy

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #wave to earth #w2e #svt #svt x reader #seventeen x w2e

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ladykailitha · 1 year ago

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Royal Pain Part 20

Hello, darlings! I hope that cliffhanger didn't leave you hanging for too long.

As promised two villains get vanquished and Wayne is bestest. As always.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19

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Stupid, stupid, stupid. Eddie cursed over and over again. He just needed to take a quick piss. He was supposed to just be in and out, but nope.

Motherfucking Seth Davies cornered him in the stall.

“There you are, pretty boy,” Seth purred. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” He stroked Eddie’s cheek, but when Eddie flinched away, Seth grabbed his face roughly. “I told you, you are mine. No one else’s.”

Eddie pushed him, but he barely even budged. “Get out of here. You aren’t supposed to be here.”

Seth chuckled darkly. “You see that’s where you’re wrong, princess,” he sneered, pressing their bodies together. “You see this club is exactly five hundred feet from Nightmare Holes. I’ve been coming here for longer than that usurper has.”

Eddie felt a cold sense of dread shudder down his spine. Shit.

“Imagine my surprise when you showed up with the usurper and the little bird with all your little bandmates,” Seth continued. “I knew it was a sign that you were meant to be mine again.”

Eddie tried to push him again. “I’m not anyone’s. I’m not even seeing anyone right now.”

As much as it hurt to say that, it was true. Steve and he hadn’t even gone out on a date yet. Mostly they had hung out, usually with other people there or they were at his tattoo parlor working on the tattoo.

“And it’s going to stay that way, won’t it, peach?” Seth growled.

“Eddie?” Steve called out.

Eddie went to call out, but Seth put his hand over his mouth to silence him.

“Eddie?” Steve called again.

Eddie bit down on Seth’s hand causing him to scream, but he didn’t budge from Eddie’s mouth.

Steve’s eyes narrowed at the stall the cry had come from.

“Hey, just me and the boyfriend having a little fun,” Seth called out. “So if you could give us a minute.”

The door opened and closed and Eddie closed his eyes, tears falling. He couldn’t believe Steve had fallen for that.

Suddenly the door to stall banged down to the ground without its hinges and then was slammed aside. Seth was being pulled off of him and thrown into the basin of the sink.

“What the fuck?” Seth growled, abruptly face to face to the avenging fury of Steve Harrington.

“I told you at Hop’s,” Steve growled, “that you picked the wrong man to target.”

Seth scoffed. “I didn’t think some skinny ass prep could take me.”

Steve shook his head. “I meant Eddie. I would anything to protect him and you are so going to regret this.”

Seth took a swing at Steve, who side stepped it easily. Eddie got out of the stall and came to stand next to Steve.

“I don’t work out as much as I used to,” Steve said, with a raised eyebrow, “now that I’ve been running a tattoo shop full time, but I do enough to keep in shape.”

Steve loosened his shoulders and took a proper swing at Seth. He aimed straight for the guy’s nose. He smirked when he heard the crack.

“The fuck?” Seth screamed. “I think you broke my nose, you fucker!”

“I’m only going to tell you one more time,” Steve warned. “Either get the fuck out or get your ass kicked. Your choice.”

Seth spat out blood from his mouth. “If I can’t have him, no one can.” He pulled out a knife and lunged at Eddie.

Steve grabbed Seth’s extended wrist and twisted it hard. The knife dropped to the ground and Seth tripped over his own feet. He clutched his wrist, screaming as Steve kicked the knife behind him out of reach.

Seth got back to his feet, blood staining the white suit.

“Let it go, man,” Eddie pleaded. “Just walk away and move on with your life.”

“You think he’s going to be any better?” Seth sneered. “It’s all you’re good for slut. To spread your legs for the first pretty boy to bat his eyelashes at you. You deserve to be beaten into submission, because submission is all you’re good for.”

CRACK!

Suddenly Seth was on the floor cradling his jaw.

Steve looked over at Eddie appreciatively. “Wow, baby. That was a good hit.”

Eddie shook his hand. “Fuck, that’s going to sting like a bitch later.”

Seth stared up at Eddie as if he was seeing him for the first time.

Steve gently took his hand. “Let’s go to the bar and get them to call the police and get ice for both our hands.”

Eddie smiled up at Steve. “Sounds like a plan, sweetheart.”

Seth just continued to stare as if his whole world had been yanked out from under him.

“Actually,” Gareth said from the doorway. “I’ve been on with the police this whole time and I filmed it.”

Eddie and Steve turned slowly to see Gareth standing there, his phone in his hands and cheeky grin on his face.

Seth scrambled to stand up, but it was too late. There was knocking on the door with a gruff voice saying it was the police and to open up.

All three of them gave their statements while Seth tried to lie through his teeth that Eddie had sought him out and cornered him in the bathroom. Gareth just calmly showed the officer the video and one glare from the officer shut Seth up for good.

Gareth then pointed to the knife in the corner of the room. “And you can keep the cell phone, boys. I’m due for an upgrade anyway.”

It took barely a half hour and then they were back out with their friends with a story to tell. And ice for both Steve and Eddie’s hands, of course.

Wayne stayed another week to make sure that the DA didn’t do something stupid again. Thankfully, an election had happened since then and a new DA was in there. One that wasn’t so soft on domestic abuse, assault, and attempted murder then the last one was.

And with the video there was no doubt Seth was guilty of all of the above. Plus the judge ruled that the earlier case could be used in court as a pattern of behavior. When Seth’s lawyer got the word about that and that the video wouldn’t be thrown out, he caved.

Seth was forced to plead guilty to all charges and would go away for ten years without the possibility of parole. When faced with the alternative of going to jail for at least twenty years on the attempted murder charge alone, he took the deal.

This is time Eddie was informed of the deal and agreed as long as the cops actually enforced the protection order this time.

As Wayne was getting ready to go back to Hawkins, he stopped by Royal Pain to say goodbye to Steve.

“Steve! Your future uncle-in-law is here!!!” Robin called out.

Steve came running out of the back where he was watching Argyle and Chrissy tattoo the same picture to see who could copy the style the easiest.

“Robin!” he hissed at her as came up to Wayne. “Sorry about her. She’s been calling for wedding bells since day one.”

Wayne chuckled. “That’s alright. But have you got a few minutes. I’d like to take you out to lunch.”

Steve turned to Robin. “When is my next appointment?”

She pulled up the schedule on the computer. “You have a little over an hour.”

He turned back to Wayne. “Is there some place you had in mind or are you up for suggestions?”

Wayne grinned. “Whacha got?”

Steve laughed. “Oh so many...”

“I wanted to thank you for taking care of my boy,” Wayne said once they had ordered at a good sandwich place and were waiting for their food.

Steve blushed. “I’m just grateful I got to him before Seth did any real damage.”

Wayne scoffed. “I think he did plenty.”

Steve nodded, grabbing a hold of this water glass and rubbing the condensation off with his thumb. “Without a doubt, but he threatened to kill Eddie and who knows what his full plan was.” He fought off the shiver that went down his spine at the thought. “I think Eddie will recover from this, not so much if Seth had actually done something.”

Wayne nodded. “I get what you’re saying now. You’re right. So count me as even more grateful than before.”

He rubbed the scruff on hsi chin thoughtfully. “Why didn’t you try and break down the stall door?”

Steve’s head jerked up in surprised. “The hinges were on the outside because it opened toward the sinks instead of inward. Trying to bust it down would have only made things worse.”

Wayne huffed out a laugh. “So you just what? Removed the screws?”

Steve blushed, ducking his head. “Something like that, yeah.”

“I know you two are going slow,” he said, “and I appreciate you letting him go his own speed, but boy, you’ve got to kiss him!”

Steve sputtered. “What now?”

“Look,” Wayne said, leaning forward on the table, “I love my nephew with all my heart, but that boy has a tendency to get lost in his head. And don’t think I didn’t notice you wearing that necklace.”

Steve rubbed the pick around his neck fondly. “I know what it means, him giving this to me. He told me. Not right away, but I know that he gave it to me because he feels the same way about me that I do about him.”

“You in love with Eddie, son?” Wayne asked gently.

Steve pursed his lips and nodded. “Yeah. I really do. But I’m okay going this speed because he’s not the only with hang ups. I had a really bad relationship a few years back that is still effecting everything I do when it comes to relationships. I had a bad tattooing experience where someone tried to sue me and that left me in pieces, too.”

Wayne nodded back. “All right, I can’t say I understand, but you seem to have a good head on your shoulders and I’ve said my piece.” He held up his hands in surrender.

They chatted amicably about their favorite sports teams and Eddie as they ate their lunch.

Wayne paid and they walked out on to the pavement. Wayne called Eddie to pick him up and they continued to chat while they waited.

“Oh come...” Steve said, “you can’t believe they have the team to win it this yea–”

He was spun around and was face to face with the last person on earth he ever expected to see. And really at this point after his dad in his shop, Nancy at the grocery store, and Seth at Hop’s, he really, really should learn by now that the world loves to torment him.

“You absolute fucker!” the man snarled. “How dare you just walk around town like you didn’t ruin my life!”

Wayne immediately got between them. “There is no reason to go around harassing people on the street regardless of what they’ve done.”

The man looked Wayne up and down and scoffed, ignoring him. “I can’t get it covered! I can’t even get it removed because it covers too much of my back! You did this to me, you asshole!”

The man raised his fist to hit Steve, but someone tapped his shoulder. He turned around only to be punched in the nose.

“The fuck!” he screamed.

Steve cocked his head to the side. “Hey-ya, Eds!” he greeted warmly.

Wayne huffed out a laugh. “You always did have perfect timing, boy.”

“Everyone meet Quinn Colburn,” Steve said dryly. “the asshole who kept trying to sue me over a tattoo I did for him. The one the courts kept denying over and over again.”

Eddie grinned. “Ooh...can I hit him again, then?”

Wayne and Steve laughed as Quinn stood there holding his nose.

Quinn spotted Eddie’s tattoos. “I hope you don’t go to this asshole for your tattoos, he’ll fuck up your life.”

Eddie laughed. “Too late, man. I love them!” He pulled off his shirt right there on the street. He tapped his chest. “This was the first one he did for me and I fell in love with his style.”

Quinn’s eyes bulged out his head. “But that’s a small one! He does shit at large tattoos. I even heard that he won’t do them anymore. I wish he had decided to do that before he fucked up mine!”

Eddie turned around slowly. The sword was done, complete with the words scratched out, and most of the right wing was done. “He’s not done yet, but god, I wouldn’t let anyone else touch me after this. He’s my only tattoo artist from now on.”

But that one served to make Quinn angrier. “So what? You can do your friends’ tattoos just fine, but when it comes to strangers, you can’t be assed to do it right?”

“Show them,” Steve bit out. “Go ahead. You think it’s shit, but I never did. Go ahead, show them!”

Quinn turned around and showed Eddie and Wayne his tattoo.

“Wow, babe,” Eddie marveled. “It’s a bit anime, but holy shit that’s wicked cool.”

“You drew that, Stevie?” Wayne asked.

Steve nodded.

“You are very talented man,” Wayne said, with a smile.

Quinn whirled around to face them. “You’re all morons if you think that was good.”

Eddie and Wayne looked at each and shrugged.

“You had your chance to stop him at anytime and didn’t,” Eddie pointed out. “That’s no one’s fault but yours. You can either continue to be bitter or you can move on with your life knowing you have a kick ass tattoo from a kick ass artist. Up to you, man.”

Quinn threw his arms up in the air and stalked off.

Steve turned to Eddie with absolute heart-eyes. “I know it’s not even the same realm as what happened last week, but that’s the second time you’ve come to my rescue. Thank you.”

Eddie blushed. “I couldn’t stand there and let that man continue to harass you.”

“God I love you,” Steve breathed. His eyes went wide when he realized what he’d said.

Eddie grinned. “Right back atcha, big boy.”

Steve blushed a deep red. Eddie grabbed his cheeks and pulled him in for a searing kiss.

He wasn’t sure how long they kissed, but Wayne had to clear his throat a few times to get their attention.

“As happy as I am for you both,” he said with a fond, lop-sided smile, “it is summer out here, and I would really, really like to get out of the heat before I become Kentucky Fried Wayne, please.”

Steve laughed. “I’ll see you tomorrow at the shop?” he whispered into Eddie’s space.

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, baby. I’ll be there.”

Steve watched as Eddie and Wayne walked to Eddie’s van, a goofy grin on his face.

***

Steve mimed for Gareth to go for help when he opened and closed the door to the bathroom and didn't realize that Gareth had called the police and started filming.

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