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tgmsunmontue · 5 months ago

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Can't buy me love 3/3

Hangster, Explicit, ~16k (complete, posting chapter/day)

(Part of the Top Gun AU Bingo - squares for Ranch, Single parent, Billionaire, and semi power-balance).

MANY BELATED THANKS to @nevergettingoverit for the beta and correcting all my typos and the discussion of the word fossick.

Summary: Jake doesn't need help around the ranch, but he's not going to turn down cheap able-bodied labor either. He's not stupid. The fact that Bradley knows nothing about ranching doesn't exactly help his case, but he's a fast learner. PART ONE PART TWO

On AO3 if you prefer.

He has to have an awkward conversation with his dad when he goes to pick Ashley up, and he can tell his dad is amused and isn’t trying to hide the fact. In the end though he does agree to have a frank discussion with Bradley about his remuneration, and keep Jake very firmly out of it. He heads back to his house with Ashley, and she’s filling him in about the latest episode of the show she’s watching and Jake listens intently, because he’s been following the show through her now for months

The other guys pick up on how things have changed, Mikey smirking at him and Jake just gives him the finger and pulls a face when no one else can see. He does try and keep it professional when the others are around, and he doesn’t broadcast anything to Ashley, isn’t sure what to say to her as he hasn’t talked to Bradley about it and that’s something he needs to remedy, but he enjoys the furtive little kisses he gets to give and receive. His dad has already spoken to Bradley first thing on Monday, and he leaves them to it, glad they’ve managed to come up with a working solution. He doesn’t realize he’s maybe made a mess of it until Wednesday night when Bradley comes to the front door looking pale.

“You told your dad about us?”

“Uh, yeah? Of course I did. How else was I meant to explain why I needed him to take over managing and paying you?”

“Oh my god, your parents know…” Bradley says, but he’s saying the words quietly, clearly talking to himself and Jake realizes that he should maybe have told Bradley that talking to his dad was clearly going to include why. He’d just sort of assumed Bradley would get that it went without saying. Jake doesn’t keep things from his parents, or Ashley. It’s not how he’s been raised.

“Yeah. They do know. I haven’t said anything to Ashley yet, but that’s only because I wanted to talk to you about it first. But the guys also know. Mikey especially has been giving me shit. Happy for us though.”

“Oh my god. Okay. Sorry. It’s just… a lot to take in.”

Jake frowns, because he doesn’t get it, it’s not a lot to take in. Not really. They’d talked about being together, they work together, live within two hundred yards of each other. He wasn’t going to keep it a secret, but maybe Bradley expected him to. He reaches out and laces his fingers with one of Bradley’s hands, tugs him closer.

“Did you think, sorry. Did you want me to keep it quiet? A secret?” Jake asks, his voice low, because Bradley seems to be freaking out and Jake isn’t sure why but wants to find out, and keeping his voice quiet and calm works with horses, and that’s what Bradley feels like right now, a spooked horse not sure whether it’s safe or whether it should bolt.

“No! Shit… no,” Bradley repeats. “Sorry. I just…”

“I never had any intention of hiding the fact that I’m dating you. Not that we can really date out here, but… I’m with you. Okay? I’m only keeping my hands to myself because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable in front of the others.”

“Oh…”

“Shit. You seriously thought I was trying to hide it from them?”

“Yeah.”

“Well I’m not. I don’t want you to think that I’m keeping you hidden away. I don’t mind if everyone knows we’re together. Also, Bradley, we went dancing and left together. You said yourself people would talk. Trust me, complete strangers know we’re together.”

“Jesus Jake. You… you have no idea what that means to me,” Bradley says, and his expression is so heartbreakingly sad Jake wants to do violence to whoever or whatever is making him look like that.

“You going to tell me?”

“You want to hear it?”

“You know I do,” Jake says, reaching to wrap his arms around him and pull him into a tight embrace, his arms staying around him.

“I told you I wasn’t running. Well. I wasn’t not running, but I’m also not hiding. I’ve just been… taking some time. Processing.”

“Okay,” Jake says encouragingly.

“I was in a pretty serious relationship. Or so I thought. He was… well. Married. To a woman. They had kids. Still do I assume. I just… I proposed. Then he admitted he was already married, and I thought, okay, old relationship you know, in the past. He’ll get a divorce. Nope. Whenever he was travelling for work he was with them, and I’m guessing he told them he was travelling for work when he was in California. Company has offices in multiple locations, so I never thought to question it…”

“Bradley…”

“Yeah well. That’s over two years ago now, and then I threw myself into work, which wasn’t the best coping strategy. My godfather kicked me out and told me I needed to take a break, so then I kind of stormed off angry, hit the road and started travelling around…”

“And then you ended up here.”

“I ended up here.”

Jake’s mind is racing, thinking about all the secrets this other guy, Bradley’s ex, must have kept, lies he must have told, to lead a double life. No wonder Jake just being so blatantly transparent is hitting him hard and must seem a little shocking.

“I’m so glad you ended up here,” Jake says. “And I’m sorry I should have told you, clearly, that I was going to tell my parents that we’re together. And the guys have just known me too long to not just… pick it up instantly. Apparently, I’m not subtle. It’s just Ashley I need to tell…”

“Tell me what?”

“Oh shit…” Bradley says, and he’s pulling away from the circle of Jake’s arms and Jake immediately tightens them before realizing that he needs to give Bradley space, even if he doesn’t want or need that space himself.

“Just that Bradley and I are together.”

She looks at him blankly, then looks at Bradley and she smiles at him at least but then she’s looking back at Jake and she looks confused.

“Was I not supposed to know already?”

“Uh…” Jake starts, floundering a bit before realizing what has most likely happened. “Your grandparents already told you, didn’t they?”

“Well. Not intentionally I guess. They assumed I already knew.”

“Crap. Sorry honey, I didn’t mean to keep it from you, I was just waiting to talk to Bradley and see what he wanted to do.”

“Oh. Okay. Was there anything else?”

“No…”

“Cool. Can I go riding?”

“Have you done all your homework?” Jake asks, knowing full well she likely hasn’t and is hoping he’ll just say yes.

“Ugh. Fine.”

She rolls her eyes and walks off and Jake looks at Bradley, who is standing only inches away looking a little shell-shocked. He reaches out tentatively to hug him again, glad when Bradley just sort of melts into him.

“You okay?”

“Yeah… yeah. Just. You guys really don’t keep secrets from each other huh?”

“Nope. Surprises are an exception, but secrets are a hard no.”

“Okay. Then I guess I need to tell you something. Assuming your dad hasn’t already told you.”

“He hasn’t said anything to me,” Jake offers, wondering what the hell Bradley is keeping from him now. If it was anything bad his dad would have said something.

“So, I come from money.”

Jake immediately feels the tension that had been building in his shoulder release, because he’d already suspected that might have been the case, what with his clothes and entire attitude to being prepared to working for free, or just food and board. This isn’t as surprising as clearly Bradley thinks it should be.

“Well, I figured as much when I realized you not wanting to get paid wasn’t because you wanted to prove yourself, but because you maybe didn’t need it…”

“Oh. Okay. Anyway, I really like it here. I don’t need to work for money. But… I needed… this. Being here is… it feels right. Like I’ve come home.”

“Oh,” Jake says, completely floored, because it’s the opposite for him some days, he feels trapped and confined, but he has to admit that having Bradley around makes him feel freer than he has in years.

… … …

“Did you know Bradley lost his dad when he was only three years old? He doesn’t really remember him. And his mom died when he was thirteen. We’ve talked about that a bit.”

“Of course you have…” Jake says quietly, remembering Bradley mention his parents’ passing.

“I really like him dad, he’s good for you. I don’t remember you ever being this happy.”

“You make me happy everyday Ash…”

“Dad… I meant happy just for you. He makes you happy.”

He can’t even deny or disagree with her. Doesn’t want to.

… … …

A few more weeks pass, and Jake definitely feels the happiest he thinks he’s ever felt in his adult life. Family dinners which include Bradley, sometimes hosting with Bradley doing the cooking, which his mom loves. Ashley is thriving, watching her interact with Bradley making his heart feel even fuller. He finds out that Bradley has argued with his father about being paid as well, but his father had won, despite Bradley’s argument that he didn’t need or want it but he likes the fact that his dad and Bradley still get on really well. Both his sisters and his brother have met Bradley now, all given Jake either approving nods or actual words of approval, saying that he seems really nice. Good for him.

Then there’s the sex. It’s the best sex of his life, and so much of it. After their talk Jake had stopped trying to hold himself back, had let his hand rest on any part of Bradley if he was standing close enough. Bradley has just relaxed into it, a soft pleased smile every time and it’s something Jake doesn’t mind becoming addicted to, seeing him smile like that. They usually have sex in Bradley’s room in the bunkhouse, but on nights Ashley stays at his parents they spread out on Jake’s bed and make the most of the space and time together. He wants to ask Bradley to move in, but seeing as won’t agree to even spend the night in Jake’s bed when Ashley is there he’s not sure what to do.

… … …

“Come to church with me?”

“You… you want me to come to church with you?”

“Yeah. Too much?”

“Uh…”

“It’s fine if you don’t want to. Just. Feel bad leaving you here by yourself.”

“I usually ring Pete.”

“Oh. Right.”

“I can talk to him any time…”

Of course Bradley charms the ladies of the church committee immediately, although his mom’s suggestion that he bring in the lemon and poppyseed loaf he’d made as a contribution to the table for after the service had been a well thought out move on his mom’s part. His dad had been talking to Thomas, something about his truck, and he’d suggested he get Bradley to take a look. He’d gone to interject, but then realized what his dad was doing, in his own way. Enfolding Bradley into the community and getting him to assist with things; people are slow to accept change, but there needs to be a starting point.

“Jake, so nice to see you as always.”

“Angelique. Nice to see you too. Let me introduce my boyfriend Bradley,” Jake says, and he hasn’t used that word before, but he likes the way it makes him feel and he grabs Bradley’s hand to pull him closer; because he likes to have Bradley close but also because Angelique needs visuals and words to drive the point across sometimes.

“Oh now, there’s bread raised right I wouldn’t mind being in between,” Angelique murmurs and Jake barely stops his eye roll. Bradley’s eyes have widened though and he’s blinking in surprise or shock, Jake isn’t sure. He should have warned him about Angelique in particular, like ensuring he didn’t get cornered. Angelique shakes Bradley’s hand and welcomes him to the area, fingers running down his forearm and Bradley pulls his arm back, nods politely but shoots Jake a quick what the hell look with his eyes.

“Lots of lonely horny ranchers out here…” Jake says, grinning as he whispers the words into Bradley’s ear.

“That’s why you invited me huh? I’m your protection detail.”

“Yep, a human shield I can put in front of myself and tell everyone I am very unavailable.”

“I guess you are pretty desirable,” Bradley says, voice pitched just as low and Jake feels the heat creeping up his cheeks. “Come on, introduce me to everyone else.”

Jake works his way around the room, forgoing the usual cup of coffee so he can instead hold Bradley’s hand, not sure if the moral support is for himself or Bradley. He introduces Bradley to people who have known Jake his entire life, the ones who tutted disapprovingly when he and Jessica got pregnant and then didn’t get married, but still knitted Ashley enough baby clothes she almost had enough for a new outfit everyday. The ones that filled his freezer with cooked meals and baking when Jessica died. When they tutted again when he and Riley bravely turned up to church holding hand over a decade ago. The pats to the face and then all the anecdotes about gay grandkids, or how they had a special friend when they were younger. They’re the reasons why he comes back every week.

“Grant. Nice to see you.”

“Jake. Hear you’ve got a new beau.”

“Yeah, I guess you could call him that. This is Bradley Mitchell. Bradley, this is Grant Richardson.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Bradley Mitchell? Hmm. Nice to meet you too.”

“How’s Riley?”

“He’s doing really well. Got another grandkid on the way.” Grant says, looking pleased and Jake is happy for him. “You look after yourself. Each other.”

“Of course sir. You too.”

“Who was that?” Bradley asks as they move to a quieter area, the crowd having thinned as it gets closer to lunch.

“My ex’s dad.”

“Uh. Should I ask which ex?”

“Ex-boyfriend. Riley Richardson.”

“Should I be worried?”

“Riley is married and lives in New York with his husband and kid. He comes home for Christmas, so you’ll meet him eventually. But you also have no reason to be worried.”

He doesn’t parse what he’s said until he looks back to find Bradley just staring at him.

“What?”

“Christmas is seven months away.”

“Yeah. And?”

“You think we’re still going to be together then?”

“Bradley…” Jake starts, stares. “Yes. Of course I think that. I haven’t had any relationship last longer than two years. Not counting random hookups or one-night things. Actual relationships? Yeah I think you’re going to be here at Christmas. Come on, we need to talk…”

He leads Bradley outside, away from everyone in the little annex where they serve the food after the service and into the little herb and vegetable garden located between the church and the parish house.

“I’m in love with you,” Jake states, because he thought he’d already spelled it out, but clearly not plainly enough.

“Oh. Good.”

“Good?”

“Well, makes it easier for me to tell you that I love you too.”

“Good,” Jake says, his face splitting into a grin. “Just… ask me next time, if you think something is wrong or not sitting right. I don’t know what’s going on in your head and I need to stop assuming you know what’s going on in mine. We’re kind of idiots huh?”

“Well, I’m an idiot about you…”

Jake laughs, pulls Bradley in by his belt buckle and kisses him, tips his hat up out of the way to give himself more room.

“Move in with me?”

“I… you don’t think it’s too fast?”

“Maybe. Don’t care.”

“What about Ashley? I… would she be okay with that?”

Jake makes a pained expression as he recalls the conversation he’d had with her a few weeks ago about him sneaking out at night and how he was being a little bit hypocritical. He’d stopped sneaking at least, letting her know when he was going to the bunkhouse, but he’s kind of gotten sick of her eyeroll every time he leaves. He’d like to spend all night in bed with Bradley more than just a single night a week, fall asleep with him.

“Oh, my expression wasn’t about her having a problem with it. She just caught me sneaking out one night. Told me I was being a hypocrite and not a good role model about healthy relationships and I should just be upfront with her. I really don’t think she’d have a problem with it. She’ll probably make a snarky comment about it being about time or something like that.”

“Oh.”

“She’s smart.”

“Yeah, she is,” Bradley agrees, and Jake leans in to give him another kiss which Bradley groans into. “Oh my god…” Jake mutters, realizing something. “We’re going to have to… be quieter. You’re kind of, uh, noisy and I don’t want to scar my teenage daughter –”

“I’m only noisy when I know no-one else is around!”

“Really now?” Jake asks, because that sounds like a challenge he wouldn’t mind taking on and proving wrong, except for the fact that the other person home is usually Ashley. Okay. He won’t be proving anything to anyone.

“Yeah, really. I’ve had plenty of practice keeping myself quiet. Trust me.”

“Oh,” Jake says, and suddenly it sounds a lot less fun and challenging, can’t believe he’s somehow the more mature and less-fucked-up one out of the two of them. Also can’t believe he’s fallen in love with a guy who didn’t even know how to ride a horse eight weeks ago, but he wouldn’t change it.

… … …

So things shift again, and he rolls his eyes when Bradley murmurs month trial under his breath with a shit-eating grin as he drops his toothbrush into the cup next to Jake’s. He presses him up against the sink and kisses him, brackets his hands on either side of Bradley’s hips as he laughs into Jake’s face.

“Oh gross guys, come on…” Ashley moans, pretending to retch and be overly traumatized.

“You asked for this!” Jake says, laughing at her.

“I know! And I’m second guessing my life choices!”

One of the unexpected benefits of having Bradley living with him is being around for so many of his phone calls to his family. Also learning that Bradley has a computer and does two to three hours of work on it every day. He still gets up at the same time as Jake, goes off and does some of the chores and meets up with Jake’s dad. Drives his truck out to visit other people and have a look at their trucks or machinery, which Jake is pretty sure are merely a thin excuse for his dad to make social calls, but it’s still good. Great even.

“Freedom!” Ashley calls out, dropping her bag near the front door and Jake laughs, Bradley is making a special celebratory dinner. Tomorrow his entire family are coming to his parents’ place to celebrate the end of the school year, but tonight it’s just the three of them, although he’s starting to wonder if Bradley will ever introduce his family to him. He knows Bradley talks about them plenty, his face wearing a soft smile whenever he does. It’s easy, and domesticated and so drama free and Jake lets himself revel in it. They’re sitting around eating still-warm brownies with fudge sauce and ice-cream when Bradley clears his throat.

“So, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to meet my family.”

Jake startles a little at the sudden question, his mind had sort of drifted as Ashley had talked to Bradley about her plans for summer.

“I’d love to meet your family,” Jake says, and Ashley is nodding in agreement.

“I could invite them for dinner.”

Jake pulls back.

“They’re close enough to get here for dinner?” He’d thought they were in California.

“Well, not now obviously. But, yeah, they could get here for tomorrow. Do you think your mom would mind a few extra people?”

“Just how close do they live?”

“Oh. They live in California. But they could fly out.”

“For dinner? Tomorrow?” Jake clarifies, because that seems an excessive distance to travel for a meal. Obviously they’d stay, but Bradley is looking nervous suddenly.

“Well, they have a house in Dallas.”

“Dallas is hours away.”

“Not by plane. Pete could fly them.”

“Your godfather flies planes?”

“Everyone needs a hobby right?” Bradley jokes, and he’s deflecting, Jake knows him well enough now to know that.

“Bradley…”

“Sorry. Just… tell me again that you love me.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Do you guys want me to go?” Ashley asks around her spoon and Bradley shakes his head.

“My… step-god-sister would come as well. Amelia. She’s your age.”

“So she’s just finished school as well, so they can travel,” Jake states.

“Yeah. And Pete pretty much gave me an ultimatum. Said I either came and visited and gave him proof I was still alive. Or he came to visit.”

“And you don’t want to leave…”

“Nope.”

“Okay. Cool. They’re more than welcome. They’re family too,” Jake states.

“Yeah. Pete’s kind of intense. And I need to tell you that he adopted me after my mom died, so he’s technically, legally, my father. So while my name is Bradley Mitchell, until I was fifteen my name was Bradley Bradshaw.”

“Bullshit it was. Who names their kid Bradley Bradshaw?”

“Mine,” Bradley says, and Jake guesses it’s probably why he’d taken the name change.

“Well, if you’d told me that was your real name I wouldn’t have believed you, even if it had been on your ID.”

“Well, have you heard of Bradshaw Brew?”

“The alcohol company?”

“Yeah, that too I guess, although it’s a very small subsidiary.”

“Oh shit…” Jake says, the penny dropping.

“It didn’t start with alcohol. The brew actually comes from the Homebrew Computer Club, which my dad was part of. Along with my mom and my godfather, Pete. Dad wasn’t into programming, but he was very much into electronics, and speed. Getting microchips to run faster and faster.”

“When you said you come from money…”

“Are you rich?” Ashley asks and Jake feels like face palming at how rude it sounds, spoken so bluntly. But Bradley is looking amused, face scrunched in a way that he loves.

“Yeah. Rich. Money money. Like… serious money. Your dad didn’t tell you?”

“Like… millionaire money?” Ashley asks, her eyes wide and Jake barks her name and gets an eye roll from both her and Bradley for his trouble and he huffs a breath in frustration.

“No. Billionaire money.”

“Holy shit,” Jake breathes, head shaking, and Bradley is looking uncertain suddenly.

“Is that… okay? It’s not a deal breaker?”

Jake doesn’t believe it, but he doesn’t care. It’s definitely not a deal breaker.

“What are you doing here?” Ashley asks, which Jake already knows the answer to, but he’s curious to know how Bradley will answer.

“I found a place where I could be my best self, and I found people that love me while I do that. So… here is pretty special.”

Jake reaches for his hand and grips it hard, hopes it reaffirms to Bradley just how much he does love him.

Later, as he’s brushing his teeth and staring at himself absently in the mirror Bradley comes up behind him and hooks his chin over his shoulder, presses a soft kiss to the side of his neck and narrowly misses getting jabbed by Jake’s moving hand.

“Just to reiterate what I said before. I love you. I want to be with you. If that’s here, on this piece of land, for the rest of our days, then that’s okay with me. However, if I can whisk you and Ashley away to Greece for a couple of weeks, or maybe Italy or New Zealand… I want to show you the beauty of the world. If you’d let me.”

“You’re a big old romantic aren’t you?”

“Well, I am with you.”

Jake eyes the books on his shelf and yeah, he’s pretty sure he’ll let him.

… … …

ONE YEAR LATER

“Come on, we’re going to miss our flight!” Ashley exclaims, dragging Jake with one hand and Bradley with the other.

Jake would argue that the plane won’t take off without them, but he doesn’t know for sure. He’s never flown internationally before, and Bradley has planned this as a graduation gift for Ashley and Amelia, two months of travelling through Europe, and then insisted that Jake couldn’t expect him to act as a chaperone by himself. Of course, a bit more planning had been needed for the ranch, but even there things are well in hand, his family pushing him to go and spend almost an entire summer with his daughter and boyfriend before she leaves to start college.

He refuses to think about that part too much, instead focusing on the fact that the itinerary seems to hit so many places that Jake has underlined in his books. They’re starting in Stockholm then travelling south. Midsummer. Little Mermaid. So many castles. Pompeii. Venice. Paris. Barcelona. Pete and Penny are joining them for two weeks, and Bradley has kept a five-day window a complete secret from him during that time. He’s not an idiot, knows what Bradley might be planning, but he’s got a ring in his pocket and they’re hitting Paris first.

#hangster #top gun maverick #sereshaw #AU #Ranch #can't buy me love

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whereianonymouslypostfics · 1 year ago

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The Flip Side Part 3

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~8.4k

Summary: Your motivation to continue working as a mobster in Chicago is dwindling after the birth of your daughter.

A/N: For the anon who asked, there should be 14 or 15 parts to this series if all goes according to plan! There will likely be an interruption to the update schedule soon, but I’ll get into that more when we’re closer to the date. Ignore any typos, I’ve had a headache for days and can’t be bothered to proof read. Enjoy!

Warnings: Death, blood, angst, reference to alcoholism, teasing, suggestive content

You look to your friend, your big sister with a sigh before admitting how you’ve felt recently. She knows about how things are changing for you at work, but you’ve kept your cards close to your chest recently as you tried to work everything out. You realize how unhealthy this is, and clearly your friends have picked up on it as well. You need to share what’s bothering you, so hopefully you can get some advice, or just share the stress so it’s not all on you.

“I’m going to need a drink before I talk about this.”

Nat frowns at you and shakes her head without missing a beat. She doesn’t like where this is going, but she is at least glad that you’re not brushing her off.

“That’s not funny, yet. You need to be at least ten years out to say that shit.”

You groan under your breath but just nod in agreement. You suppose it is a little too soon, especially considering how many times you’ve imagined drinking this month, and it’s only the first week. You kick the dirt at your feet with a scowl as it gets on your shoes before getting to the point.

“I’ve just been stressed trying to decrease my work load.”

Nat watches you fidget as you consider saying more. She hopes you do because she’s a little confused by this. She assumed that you’d be less stressed by getting all of this off your plate. It’s not until you mention what’s stressing you out that she realized she should have known better.

“Putting all of this out of my hands is making me feel out of control. Like I don’t have a handle on anything anymore.”

You feel Nat shift so she’s standing hip to hip with you and then an arm is wrapping around your shoulders. Nat takes a deep breath beside you and you wait for her to gather her thoughts as you try to relax against her.

Nat’s known that you’ve always been a bit of a control freak and that’s what made you so good at your job. You were on top of every little deal and anything that was scheduled was always on your radar. It was exhausting sure, but it had allowed you to be successful and bring in billions of dollars in revenue over the years. Your attempt to take a step back was proving to be more detrimental than expected.

“I didn’t realize how difficult it would be for you. Maybe we can work something out with Saunders.”

You frown at the mention of the brunette’s name. She was someone that you’d hired to oversee operations, and with her team of maybe a dozen people, she kept record of everything that happened within your territory. It was all in code so if anyone found it, they wouldn’t be able to make heads or tails of it, but you honestly didn’t work much with her. She was there to keep things organized, but maybe Nat was on to something. Maybe talking to her about keeping you more in the loop would help. That said, you didn’t want to tip anyone off that you might be trying to leave.

You’re not sure how to say this to Nat without tipping her off, but for the second time today, you underestimate her. She’d put two and two together rather easily and she pulls away slightly so she can shoot you a curious look. She’s a little surprised that you’ve already started preparations to break free from the mob. It’s not something you’d ever mentioned doing, but given that you had a daughter to worry about now, it made sense. She just wasn’t sure how practical it was at this point.

“That could help short term, but you’re more interested in finding someone to take over, aren’t you?”

Sometimes you hate being surrounded by people who are smarter than you. It can be embarrassing when you’re the last one to figure out what the answer is, but in this case you just feel depressed. You know what you want to do, but you’re not sure you’re smart enough to figure it out. Who would want to take over this shit show for you? Better yet, how likely are you to be able to break away from it without consequence. It’s hard to have the answers to these questions, and even with your friend’s help it’s not something you expect to find out until you’ve already done it.

“I do, but that’s a ways off, isn’t it? I think the first thing I need to focus on is dealing with this extra stress.”

You feel your eye twitch at the mere thought of the immense amount of stress you’ve put yourself under. You need to make sure that everything you’ve worked on over the years is enough to keep you on the right track with this new and inconvenient change. You pause at the thought of this, and when you scowl Nat sees it and frowns herself.

The change in your life was your daughter’s birth. That’s not something you want to resent because it’s only made your life better in numerous ways. You feel closer with your wife, your brother-in-law that you’re sure doesn’t like you, and you feel like you’ve accomplished something for the first time since marrying Wanda. You were very successful with your work, every day you made money and progress, but it was starting to feel like empty victories. You didn’t want to feel like this anymore and you needed out. You wanted out for your family, and you wanted out for yourself.

You just needed to figure out how to do this.

She pulls you in for a hug and you sigh in relief as she squeezes you tightly. You take a moment to breathe in Nat’s scent and bask in her presence. You’re not alone in this. There are people who are willing to help you figure this out. You’d realized this years ago when you were at your worst, but sometimes you forgot that it wasn’t a bad thing to ask for help. You know they’d be there for you.

“I’m here for whatever you need, Y/n. Okay? Just let me know how I can help.”

You nod in answer before you turn so you’re hugging the redhead properly. You just spend a few seconds in her arms before you sigh in defeat. You’ll figure this out, but for now you just needed to remember that Nat had your back.

“Thank you, Nat.”

She merely hums before she pulls away to smile at you. You laugh when she grabs you by the shoulders and pretends to give you a stern look.

“You’re welcome. As a thank you, I expect to be invited over soon. I need to see my goddaughter.”

You’re on your way to see Yelena when you get a text from Bucky telling you that Logan will be free to meet you in an hour. You respond at a red light and you breathe a sigh of relief that this is settled. You aren’t looking forward to talking to him about what happened last night, but you want to see if you can get a little more information from him.

As you pull into the parking lot behind the warehouse that Yelena and Kate had completely redone to serve as their home base and literal home, you wonder where Bucky is. He’s always around, but you rarely see him unless you need him by your side. You’d reduced your security detail to just him and one other guy who truly tailed you everywhere in the last year and so far it hasn’t bitten you in the ass. You let Bucky track your phone and Carter tracks your car to keep an eye on you. Knowing this is mostly just a friendly visit, you figure they’ll keep their distance until you go see Logan.

You walk up to the side of the building and immediately hear menacing barking. You swear that if anyone was faced with this and didn’t know these dogs personally, they’d high tail it out of here. You smiled at the cameras that Yelena had set up all around the area before waiting patiently for the door to open.

“Yo.”

You’re greeted by your friend and her three rottweilers. You smile at them widely before you step inside and drop to your knees to greet them all individually.

“Hey there girls, how are you doing today.”

You scratch all three of the adorable block heads in front of you before you wipe their fur off of you and greet your friend. She’s shooting you an annoyed look even though you know she’s really amused by your ability to always have a smile ready for any animal you meet. Except snakes. Those freaked you out.

“And you, how are you?”

Yelena rolls her eyes before leading your further into the building with a sigh. She’d been busy figuring out the numbers for the loans she was collecting later today, so she’s happy to have the reprieve. She hates dealing with money, but honestly getting to be the one to collect it all gave her a thrill like nothing else. She sees that her cat is trying to chew on some of the papers crowding the table and she reaches out to grab her.

“Cyka, get off.”

“Don’t be mean to Blanche!”

Yelena rolls her eyes again before she heads to the kitchen to clean up a little. She’d just finished lunch and she knew if she didn’t clean it up now her dogs would come find it and break some dishes again.

“I wasn’t and I’m fine. Getting you money as usual.”

You smile at this and briefly forget about greeting your friend’s cat as you sit down at her table. You groan as you stretch out your back while glancing at the confusing diagrams and numbers Yelena’s written down. You ignore her as she tidies up as you try to make sense of what you’re looking at. You don’t succeed and you’re too tired to bother, so you just turn your attention back to the trio that have followed you with a smile.

“Hi girls. You’re just so sweet, huh? Have you been good doggos?”

You continue to pet Yelena’s dogs as she sneaks a bottle of vodka into the cabinet before coming over to see what you’re up to. She brings you a bottle of your favorite soda and watches as you continue to fawn over her truly useless dogs. They are all named after the Golden Girls, and they are all rescues from various animal shelters that you and Kate work with. Despite looking scary and having intimidating barks, they don’t serve any purpose other than as companions for the couple. They’d been rescued from abusive owners and they were more timid than any dogs you’d met, but they were so loveable that you couldn’t help but want to steal them.

“Thanks.”

Yelena nods as she sits across from you and moves a good deal of her work to one side of the table. You don’t remember what you wanted to ask her initially as you take a sip of your drink. You hadn’t realized how thirsty you were, and you have to force yourself not to down it all immediately.

“Nat said you’d be stopping by. Is this dog-related? Should I get Kate?”

You shake your head as you briefly glance to the stairs where Kate might be working. She usually listens to music, but you don’t hear any drift down making you think she’s not here. Yelena reads your mind as she tells you that the brunette is sleeping. She’d also had a late night, but she was lucky enough to get to work with dogs. A few years after getting established with the mob, you’d figured out how to do something you really enjoyed. It was all anonymous as far as the government was concerned, but you and Kate had contacted animal shelters and figured out a way to keep dogs alive long enough for them to get adopted. You provided funds to the shelter for their care, and you’ve actually fostered close to 2 dozen dogs yourself. Milo and Rudy, your jack russells were foster fails that you’ve had for a couple of years now.

Kate had a golden for a while, but after he died, she and Yelena rescued the rotties who were more than enough for the time being. Being so young, they had a lot of energy and they went with Kate almost wherever she went just so they got exercise and better socialization.

“It’s okay. This is actually about your next collection. I have a feeling I know what you’re going to say, but I needed to give it a shot.”

You tell Yelena that last night had put you in a difficult position. You needed to get rid of the senator, but you didn’t have the funds to reorganize a hit right now. Even if you just asked another one of your employees, you didn’t have enough to pay them at the moment. Your money was in so many different places, and unfortunately not very accessible at the moment.

“I’m just wondering if it would be beneficial to move it up any.”

Yelena frowns as she considers this. Her sister had warned her that you’d probably ask this, and despite the fact that she wanted to help she’s not sure she could this time. She’s had a set schedule for so long that she wasn’t quite ready to go out and collect debts. Not only that, but the business owners that paid them likely wouldn’t have everything they owed you so it would be a waste of time and an unexpected stressor if she tried to go early. You understood this and despite not liking it, you accepted it because you knew Yelena was the expert. She was the one who dealt with this every day, and you were just going to have to let this go.

“If it makes you feel any better, we’re expecting a little more than usual this cycle.”

She shows you’re her calculations and you have to admit that an extra 1.2 million makes waiting seem worth it. That was basically Nat’s fee for doing the job for you. You sigh as you lean back in your chair and think about your options. Yelena is basically telling you no, and you don’t feel the need to override her on this. She knows better than you anyway, so you suppose this hit will have to wait a little longer.

“What happened with the hit last night anyway?”

Of course, Nat had told her a little about it, but she mostly wanted to hear your opinion on it. It’s no secret that you’ve been on edge recently, and you were really looking forward to checking Jacobs off your list. She watches silently as you finish your drink before rolling the bottle between your hands. You’d had more time to think about it on the drive here, and you’d concluded that you were missing something very important; namely who tipped off the senator. You’ve been stuck on the reporter that he’d supposedly been talking to, and after scouring the web you hadn’t been able to find any recent publications about him that didn’t involve his horrible new policies. You didn’t know what to think, and you were eager to figure out as much as possible.

“Unsure at this time but someone tipped him off, and I want to find out who.”

You reminded her of who you’d asked to carry out the hit and you watch as she frowns at the mention of his name. Yelena, along with Steve, were the ones who did the most recruiting for your mob, and despite hiring him quickly Yelena had her reservations about the blonde. She knew he was smart and he did what he was supposed to, but he’d always been a little squirrely which to her translated to easily manipulated.

“I don’t trust him to tell you the truth, but hopefully he proves me wrong.”

You hadn’t expected your friend to say this and you place the bottle down on the table before shaking your head. You weren’t the only one who was paranoid in your friend group, and you had a feeling you knew what this was about. She’d questioned your decision to give this job to the blonde, but he’d been an employee for years, and he’d yet to disappoint. This was his opportunity to impress you, and although it didn’t work out you hoped that it was for reasons beyond his control.

“I know how you feel about him, but he doesn’t strike me as the mastermind type, Yelena.”

Yelena frowns at the subtle hint at the last person who tried to steal from you. That had been a mess and you’d had to kill him rather publicly to make sure that no one else followed in his footsteps. You scowl at the thought of the dead blonde before you shake your head again and cross your arms over your chest.

“He’s not going to turn into another Vision, and with any luck I’ll figure out what happened soon.”

It’s only an hour or so later that you end up cursing yourself for saying these words. You left Yelena’s after confirming that she’ll come over when Nat does for dinner at the end of the week. You’d let Bucky know where you were going and he told you he was right behind you. You take the almost 20-minute drive to recall your conversation with Yelena. Although you were leaving without a promise of money sooner rather than later, you were more relaxed than you thought you’d be. You credited this to the time you got to spend with Yelena’s dogs. You always felt comforted by a dog’s presence, and you almost think getting another younger one you can travel with would improve your mood.

As you arrive at Logan’s apartment building, you consider what Yelena said about him earlier. You don’t think that he would betray you. He didn’t seem brave enough. Then again, you had thought the same thing about Vision only to find out that he had been plotting against you for nearly a year.

He’d been brought in to help you manage money. That had been your first mistake. You still stand by your belief that your second mistake was not firing him the first time he hit on your wife. He’d been an awkward, yet overconfident man who had visited you one day at Wanda’s restaurant. He’d spent most of your conversation staring at her, and you’d immediately started trying to figure out how to fire him. Wanda had convinced you to let it go and she promised to just be scarce whenever he was around. Except Vision made a point of showing up at her work at random times, or rather when she was there, but you were busy with something else. He flirted relentlessly despite Wanda telling him off, and she’d only told you this after you had him killed for trying to steal from you.

You forget all about Vision as you step out of your car and head for the main entrance. It’s just starting to get dark, so you’re still cautious as you follow Logan’s instructions and head for the side stairwell immediately. You count the number of flights and wonder if you’d be in better shape if you actually had time to work out. Your legs are sore by the time you get to the sixth floor. You remind yourself to work out later tonight as you open the door to the hallway and look the nearest apartment to see the number.

“635”

You’re looking for 602, so you probably should have gone to the other stairwell. You arrive to his apartment and you knock three times before stepping back a little as you wait for him to answer. You’re tapping your foot impatiently as you look around the hallway. You can hear music coming from a nearby apartment but you can’t tell where. You knock again, and when he doesn’t answer a second time you frown before raising your hand a third time.

“Logan, are you there? Hello?”

You wait for a few seconds before deciding to try calling him. You wait as the call connects and you hear his phone ringing on the other side of the door. You frown and can’t help but become suspicious as you reach for the door. You remember last minute to wrap your shirt around the doorknob so you don’t leave prints as you slowly turn it only to find it’s open. You slowly push the door open and the ringing phone becomes louder as you enter the apartment.

“Logan? I know you’re here. No millennial leaves their phone at home.”

You leave the door cracked behind you as you venture into the dark and dingy apartment. You follow the sound of his phone through the living room and it leads you to a room down the hall. You have a hand on your gun by the time you push the door to the last room open slowly. When you see Logan lying in bed half dressed with his throat slit, you’re pulling it from your hip.

“Fuck.”

You don’t bother to see if he’s alive. There’s so much blood that you’re certain he’s not, and you hang up before dialing Bucky’s number. You glance around the room and then check the others to make sure that there’s no one else here. You nearly jump out of your skin as you walk back into the living room and see a cat sitting on the coffee table. It’s a fat black cat and you just stare at them angrily as you try to calm your breathing.

“Y/n, what’s up?”

Bucky’s voice reminds you that you’d called him and you check the kitchen and the dining room before you answer him. Your chest is tight and your voice hoarse as you speak up.

“Bucky, there’s been a development.”

Wanda is pleasantly surprised when you’re home by 7. She’d finished dinner and Natalya was fed and off to bed, but you were still home earlier than she thought you’d be. When she hears the elevator, she smiles as it’s quickly followed by pattering of dog feet as they run to greet you. Milo leads the way followed by Sully and Boone. When they disappear down the hall, she doesn’t think anything of it, but when she hears Milo bark she frowns in confusion.

“Y/n?”

Wanda leaves the kitchen and heads down the hall to find that you’re already halfway to the kitchen. You’re looking down at your dogs as you hold something in your arms. Wanda thinks it’s a jacket or your purse, but as you walk closer to her and under the living room lights, she realizes that it’s an animal.

“Is that—is that a cat?”

You offer a sheepish smile as you struggle to hold the squirmy cat that you’d decided to take on a whim. After calling Bucky upstairs and showing him what you’d stumbled upon the two of you made yourself scarce. You’d decided to send an anonymous tip to the police so they’d find Logan, but you did nothing else as you tried to figure out how this had happened between the time you talked to him this afternoon and stumbled upon him this evening.

You nod before walking toward your wife who looked more shocked than angry. There was plenty of time for this to change though, especially given what you were about to tell her. You frown slightly when you realize that Natalya must already be in bed, but you’ll worry about that after you catch Wanda up.

“Yes, I rescued her from an employee’s place. She was abandoned.”

Wanda had several follow up questions, but the most important ones were disregarded momentarily as she watched you put the rotund cat on the ground. She watches as she wobbles around and sniffs the ground before coming to sniff her.

“She?”

You look up with a shrug before mentioning that you’re just guessing. You hadn’t exactly looked and there was no collar on them so you just picked a sex and went with it. You didn’t think you’d be able to see anything through all her fat anyway.

“Yeah, I figured there’s enough testosterone in this house.”

Wanda would usually laugh but as she watches the cat hiss at Rudy and then run off to hide in the living room, she wonders how this is going to work out. You must see her worrying because you reach out for her and pull her into a hug. You hadn’t greeted her properly and you’d like to make up for this now. You kiss your distracted wife before offering an apology for the unannounced guest.

“I’m sorry for not calling, but it happened rather quickly. It will only be for a couple of days then I can take her to the shelter if you’d like.”

Wanda doesn’t respond immediately as she’s too preoccupied watching the fat cat try to jump on the couch. She doesn’t let any animal on furniture, and if she truly felt that the poor cat could make it up there, she’d run over to stop her. Instead, she just flops back on the ground with a quiet thud, and Wanda turns to you with a sigh.

“What’s her name?”

You’d spent too much time considering this on the way home, but you don’t want to give yourself away as you shrug again before heading toward the kitchen to see what your wife cooked.

“I was thinking Fat Louise, unless there’s something else you liked better.”

Wanda looks at you in astonishment before she turns to see that Fat Louise has curled up into a ball, and she honestly looks like a giant furry blob.

“That’s-that’s not very nice.”

You’re lifting the lid of the pot on the stove as Wanda says this and you offer her a smile before looking around for a spoon.

“You have to admit she’s fat, but like I said you can change her name. I’m not particularly attached to it.”

Wanda thinks about her options as you get dinner reheated for both of you. You take Wanda’s to the table while she gets your drinks. After the soda you had a Yelena’s and then the excitement earlier this evening, you feel a little hyper. Your leg is bouncing by the time that Wanda comes to sit across from you, and when you look up, she’s frowning slightly.

“Long day, detka?”

You’ve started to eat already and you’re chewing as you nod in response. The day wasn’t super long compared to others, but you did a lot of talking, and airing out your concerns always stressed you out. Finding Logan dead and realizing that someone was trying really hard to cover up what happened last night also exhausted you. You would worry about this tomorrow because maybe you’d have the official police report and if you’re lucky it will tell you something you don’t know.

“A lot of catching up with people, but not too bad. How was yours?”

Wanda smiles at the thought of her day, and she tells you how she cooked for a lot of it, but also spent time outside with the dogs.

“It was such a nice day out, and Natalya got to spend some time with her brothers.”

You smile at your wife’s word because although you were the first one to refer to the dogs as Nat’s siblings, Wanda had continued to do so. You’d initially meant it as a joke, but you were glad to see that she also wanted to see them all get along. It was easiest with the older boys for sure because they were more patient and tolerant. The last time you’d tried to have one of the terriers sit with Nat, they’d gotten a little too rowdy.

“That’s wonderful. I wish I could have been here for that, but I did get to spend a little time outside.”

As you say this you take a long sip of the water that Wanda had brought you. You hadn’t realized how dehydrated you were from sitting out in the sun and then running around trying to deal with Logan. You’re thinking about getting some more when Wanda speaks up. She’d been glancing between you and your pets periodically to make sure they were all getting along. Fat Louise was just lying on the rug while the dogs mostly ignored her. Wanda wondered if she was actually larger than their terriers.

“Did you sunbathe as well?”

Wanda’s mostly kidding but when she sees your smile, she realizes there is at least some truth in her words. She wonders if it was with Nat or Yelena that you’d done this, but she doesn’t have to wonder long as you nod in answer.

“A little. I laid out on my car while talking to Nat.”

Wanda chuckles under her breath at the image because she has no doubt that you did this. You could sleep almost anywhere if you put your mind to it, but your car was actually one of your least favorites. She stops short of asking a follow up question when she sees that you’re frowning slightly as you think back on your conversation with Nat.

“She and Yelena are coming over for dinner this weekend, if that’s okay? They wanted to spoil their goddaughter/niece.”

Wanda merely nods as she smiles at the idea of you inviting your friends over. You both wanted them to spend time with Natalya, and maybe if Kate tagged along, you’d get your way about interrogating her. This thought leaves Wanda’s mind as soon as you clear your throat and shoot your nearly empty plate a nervous look.

“We also talked about work in general and how it’s been stressing me out a lot.“

Wanda waits for you to elaborate, but your focus has shifted to your food in an attempt to distract yourself or avoid this conversation all together. Wanda takes comfort in the fact that you’d brought it up at all, so she’s careful not to push too much as she asks for a little more detail.

“In what way?”

Wanda knows that there are a lot of ways that you could answer this question. Your work has always been stressful and ironically the illegal aspect of it wasn’t the main factor. You always found having so many people in your employ stressful because you were responsible for all of their decisions, their actions and unfortunately, they didn’t always do what you asked. Not being able to have a hand in every important decision was definitely something that you were struggling to get used to. It’s only recently that you’ve decided that as long as you’re not caught and sent to jail, or murdered before you can find someone to take your place, it will be fine.

You just wanted to do this on your own terms, and that is where things became a little tricky.

You don’t want to tell Wanda all of this because she would just worry with you. You’d talked to Nat and then Yelena a bit so you were already feeling better now that you had a solid plan. That said, figuring out what happened to Logan and dealing with a possible sabotage was throwing a wrench in your not-so-best-laid plans.

“I’m trying to take a step back as you know, but it’s just a little harder than I thought.”

Wanda doesn’t respond immediately because she’s trying to figure out exactly what you mean. You’ve never told her much because she honestly didn’t want to know, but as long as she knew that you were being as safe as possible and not drawing too much attention to yourself, she wouldn’t complain. The rare visits from the police were always disturbing but luckily, they never turned into anything more than visits. She briefly wonders if you’ve chosen someone to take over for you, but she nearly shakes her head at the thought. That was too much to ask for, and since you’ve given her no indication that you were on your way out, she wouldn’t get her hopes up.

“I know letting go of control is difficult for you, Y/n.”

Your wife frowns when you only nod silently, and she wonders if she’s missed the mark. It’s hard for her to figure out what the real issue is, and short of you sharing it with her she’s not sure she’ll ever know. You know that what Wanda’s saying is right, but it’s only part of the issue. You’re considering opening up more to her when you both hear the soft cries coming through the baby monitor.

“I’ll go check on her.”

You feel a little guilty about how quickly you try to flee this conversation, but this fades as Wanda stands up as well. She’s obviously not done talking about this and you are reminded once again of why you love this strong, stubborn woman.

“I’ll come with you.”

You smile as you reach out for her hand to lead her down the hall toward the nursery. You cast a cursory glance over your shoulder to make sure that the trio in the living room are still behaving. You turn around again missing how Rogue gets up to join you two. Wanda merely smiles before waving him along with them encouragingly. It’s rare that he wants to interact with Natalya, but more often than not he likes to follow Wanda around.

“What story did you read tonight?”

You’re mostly asking out of interest, not because you believe that Wanda’s choice wasn’t a good one. A couple nights a week, Natalya will go to sleep easily, but then wake up later because she’s hungry or lonely. You’re not sure which it is tonight, but you won’t pass up on the opportunity to spend some time with your daughter.

Wanda shakes her head as you both enter the room and leave the door open so Rogue can follow behind you. She hadn’t read one of Nat’s books tonight. She’d decided to tell her a story about her childhood, but since she wanted to eventually teach Natalya her native language, she’d told it in Sokovian. You smile widely as you reach into the crib to pick up your fussy daughter. You kiss her on the cheek before turning toward Wanda.

“That sounds like fun, did you learn anything, Little Nat?”

As expected, she doesn’t do more than just coo for you as she reaches out for Wanda. You smile before squeezing Nat gently as you hand her over to her mother.

“Such a mama’s girl.”

You smirk as Natalya makes grabby hands at her brunette mom’s hair. You smile as she accepts her daughter with a smile of her own that quickly turns into an exasperated sigh as her hair is immediately tugged on. You take pity on her and quickly help untangle Nat’s fingers from her hair. You put it behind her shoulders for her, and watch the duo greet each other. In Wanda’s case, she leaves a kiss on her baby’s nose, but Nat just starts to whimper as she practically smacks Wanda in the face.

“Nat, honey, that’s not nice.”

Wanda leans away slightly but it doesn’t do much good as Nat continues to whimper threateningly. You see a tantrum coming on and you would like to prevent it as much as possible, so you’re already running toward the kitchen for a bottle.

Your wife is on the same page and she follows you out of the room just at a much slower pace. Rogue whines but follows Wanda out as she heads back to the kitchen with a smile.

“Are you hungry, milaya?”

Natalya’s only response is to grab at her shirt and tug furiously. She has frustrated tears in her eyes and Wanda hates to see her so upset. She’s glad that by the time she arrives you’re warming up a bottle for Natalya and waiting impatiently for it to finish.

“Just a few minutes, baby.”

Wanda’s bouncing her baby and luckily, she’s distracted enough to just hold Wanda’s shirt in her tiny fist instead of trying to rip it. You recognize the signs of Natalya being hungry, and you can’t help but smile as your lean against the counter.

“She’s insatiable, isn’t she?”

Wanda can’t fight the smirk that tugs at her lips as she walks over to you. She kisses your cheek before checking on the bottle. 3 minutes left. She leans against the counter with you briefly checking on the pets before falling into you slightly.

“She certainly is. I wonder who she learned that from.”

You grin widely as you reach down to pet Rouge who comes to stand at your feet. He’s sniffing around for second dinner, but everything is out of his reach and he just huffs before heading for the living room. You don’t miss how he stops at the dinner table, but you and Wanda had mostly finished at this point, and Rogue wasn’t a huge fan of Sokovian food. He had stolen a steak from your plate once and you’d been so shocked and angered you’d chased him around the living room trying to get it back. Needless to say, you were unsuccessful and you ended up just watching him eat your steak with a scowl and a wife who was laughing at you from the kitchen.

“I’ll take the blame for this one, Wands.”

Her response is just to laugh as you turn toward her and Little Nat to see the former sucking her thumb. She still has a few tears in her eyes and you frown as you reach out carefully to wipe them away. You just stare at your beautiful daughter until you hear the warmer beep behind you. Wanda turns to grab the bottle, but you shake your head before walking toward the oven to grab a towel.

“Let me.”

You take the bottle out and wrap it in the towel so it’s not too hot before holding it up to Natalya.

“Little one, are you hungry?”

You spend the next five minutes feeding and burping your daughter, you start to clean up dinner while Wanda heads back to the nursery. You hum under your breath as you wash dishes and put up the leftovers from dinner. You’re thinking about what to do with the rest of your time before going to bed when Wanda returns. She’s watching you with a smile as you move around the kitchen in that quick, practiced way of yours. You’re almost finished before you spot her spying on you, and you shoot her a smile.

“She asleep again?”

Wanda nods as she gestures to the baby monitor, she’d left on the counter and you both listen to how quiet it is on the other end.

“She is. Hopefully it’ll stick this time.”

You dry your hands off before coming around the counter and reaching out for your wife. You’re tired, but not sleepy, and you want to get your mind off of work. You consider watching a movie, but your mind wanders easily if you don’t have to focus on what you’re doing. As if reading your mind, Wanda asks you what you’d like to do now. You decide that tonight is a perfect opportunity to spend some time with your wife.

“I was thinking about working out a little.”

You don’t have to look at your wife to see her eyes darken as they look you up and down. She will admit that she isn’t really in the mood for that type of exercise, but if doing so allows her to watch you get all hot and sweaty, while half-dressed, well she’ll just suck it up. She looks up at you with her bottom lip between her teeth, and you have to stop yourself from kissing her right then and there.

“Mind if I join you?”

You would never complain about your wife’s company. After a long day away from her and the amount of stress you’ve been under recently, you would love nothing more than to unwind with her. You nod, not that your expression isn’t answer enough for Wanda before leading her to the bedroom to change.

“You don’t have to ask, Wands, and yes I would love if you joined me.”

Ten minutes later, you and Wanda have changed into workout clothes and you’re struggling to leave the bedroom. You’d been fine and hadn’t noticed Wanda’s appreciative glances, until Wanda started changing into leggings and a sports bra. You’d chosen to wear a t-shirt for comfort, but the sight of your wife’s exposed skin made you regret your decision to work out tonight. Still, you steal a few kisses and touches before Wanda practically drags you from the bedroom.

“If we don’t go now, we’ll never get started.”

You can’t argue with this and after making sure that your new cat is separated from the dogs, you and Wanda head to your in-home gym.

It hasn’t gotten as much use lately because you both have been short on time, but sometimes, depending on her tolerance level, Wanda will walk on the treadmill or even use one of the bikes with Natalya sleeping on her back. It’s been a while since Wanda was in here to do more than that, and she almost forgot how many options there were. You were already figuring out where you wanted to start when Wanda sits down on a rowing machine.

“Do you want to turn on the television, detka?”

You’d stopped to stare at her as she stretched a little before sitting properly on the seat. You don’t realize that you’d been caught looking until Wanda’s voice registers and you’re flushing in embarrassment as you walk over to the side of the room for the remote. There’s a large television on one of the walls that sometimes you’ll turn on just for background noise. You usually just listen to music, but since you need an ear open for the monitor, you decide that this is better.

“Sure thing, Wands. Any requests?”

After choosing something to watch, you and Wanda start working out mostly in silence. The only communication between the two of you is the occasional smile or glance in the other’s direction. You are already sweating as you continue to work on your upper body. Your arms are pleasantly sore as you continue to push yourself while you focus on your breathing. You found working out, as long as it wasn’t in public, relaxing most times. It was both productive and cathartic, and getting to watch your wife do the same nearby was just an added benefit.

You find yourself watching Wanda more than focusing on what rep you’re on. It’s not your fault she’s so distracting. She’s moved onto to a machine that lets her work on her legs and abs, and the way she’s grunts in effort with every other rep—it should be illegal. It’s obscene.

“Y/n, you’re not paying attention to what you’re doing.”

It’s not a question and it only takes you a second to realize that she’s right. You’d stopped in the middle of a rep to watch Wanda, and you quickly release the weights before standing up. You try to get the sight of your flushed and sweaty wife out of your mind as you switch over to a new machine.

“Right, right. Sorry. “

Wanda just smiles at you watching as you glance at the television and stop in your tracks to watch the show for a minute. She decides to focus on herself for now and she nearly groans at the thought. She knew it would be difficult getting back into exercising after taking so much time off. It’s been months since she’d done anything strenuous and at least a couple of weeks since she’d been able to work out without Natalya nearby. She realizes the further she gets into this how important it is to make sure she has time for herself throughout the day. She’s a paranoid, first-time mom, but maybe she can carve out a little time each day to do something solely for her benefit.

“Ah fuck.”

You’re doing pull ups a little bit later when you hear your phone beep from where you’d left it on the table near the television. You are about to use this as an excuse to drop down to the ground and take a break, but Wanda’s voice catches you off guard.

“I’ve got it, detka. Keep going, please. I’m enjoying the show.”

You roll your eyes and meet Wanda’s gaze through the wall of mirrors in front of you with a playful glare. She sends one back as she climbs to her feet and heads towards your phone. The fact that you don’t even seem to mind that she’s grabbing it for you makes her think it’s not work-related, or at least that you don’t expect it to be. It’s hard to know sometimes, but you don’t even turn to ask as you do another couple of pull ups.

“Is it anything important?”

Wanda hadn’t intended on checking for you, but she doesn’t hesitate to unlock it and check your most recent text. She frowns slightly before looking back up at you.

“It’s Bucky apologizing for ratting you out to Nat.”

You consider ignoring the message for now because you are a little ticked a Bucky, but you eventually just shake your head and drop to the ground with a huff. Wanda holds your phone out to you, and you smile wickedly as you take it and start to reply.

“I’ll tell him not to sweat it because I’m currently here sweating with you.”

Wanda shoots you an incredulous look as she reaches out to grab your phone back. You pull it out of reach and laugh as she just glares at you before crossing her arms petulantly.

“Y/n, don’t tell him that!”

“Why not? It’s true. “

You keep pretending to type as you wait for Wanda to protest again. She doesn’t let you down and it only takes a few seconds for her to huff in annoyance. You smile cheekily as you look up from your phone, and somehow Wanda manages to look even more ticked.

“You’re teasing me.”

You don’t even try to deny it and you nod before stepping away as Wanda reaches out to slap you. You thought so at least, but she just holds out her hand and you quickly realize what she wants. You hand her your phone with a smile until she sets it aside before pointing back to where you’d been doing pull ups.

“Just for that, you’re going to give me 10 more.”

You raise an eyebrow in question, but your wife just walks over so she’s standing beneath the bar before she beckons you towards her.

“I’m serious.”

You’re unfortunately not one to refuse a challenge, so you walk over to where she is to stand toe to toe with her. She doesn’t back down as you look up at the bar and then back to her with a sigh. You didn’t expect her to budge, and after a few seconds of contemplation you decide to just do it.

“Alright, Wands. Whatever you want.”

You reach up and grab the bar and pull yourself up with barely a groan of effort. You feel the strain on your arms by the fifth one, and you reach the 7th before Wanda is reaching out for you. You look down at the hand on your stomach and jump down when Wanda speaks up with a smile.

“Come down here, please.”

You are about to argue and say that you’re not at 10 yet, but Wanda’s tugging on your shirt so you give in quickly. You drop down to the ground and open your mouth to ask Wanda why she made you stop, but she doesn’t give you a chance. She pulls you forward by your shirt until you’re close enough to kiss her. You hadn’t expected this so you’re pleasantly surprised. You reach out to hold her too, but she breaks away before you get the chance.

“Since those were so easy, how about you try something different?”

You wonder what she could be thinking of as she pulls you into another hug before jumping up and wrapping her legs around your waist.

“Uh…”

“Only three more.”

Wanda’s clinging to you like a koala and despite her not being that heavy, you aren’t sure if you can lift both of you. You feel her legs hold you tighter and you just sigh in defeat before giving it a try. As you complete your first pull up you realize it’s a lot harder than you thought. You barely do it a second time before you drop back to the ground and breathe raggedly as you shake your head.

“I don’t think I can do another one, Wands.”

Wanda considers this for a second before shaking her head with a smile. She kisses you quickly before giving you the incentive you need to get this over with.

“One more and then we can shower and go to bed.”

You groan under your breath, but you nod a couple of times before grabbing the bar one last time.

“Alright, but I’m getting cuddles for this.”

Wanda rolls her eyes and holds back her remark about how you always get cuddles as you lift her up along with you one more time. You nearly stumble as you drop to the ground when you’re done, and Wanda’s quick to release you so you can balance. She smiles proudly as she grabs your numb hand and drags you out of the room.

“Good job, detka.”

Any snarky remark you’d had in mind leaves it as soon as Wanda kisses your cheek. You sigh in frustration at the fact that you can’t hide how your cheeks flush at her words. You can’t even pretend to be annoyed as you squeeze your wife’s hand with a smile. You know you’d do anything for her if she asks, and in the grand scheme of things, pull ups are likely the least difficult thing you’ll ever have to do.

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lizard-shifter-noms · 9 months ago

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Still Subject To Change Chapter 2 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Don't like don't read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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Silently stalking closer i planned to just grab it and get back to where i left Robin i was startled by a Loud shout of.

“HELP HELP I’M KIDNAPPED SOMEONE HELP THEY TIED TO A TREE”

The deer of course ran away as soon as the wailing started and I was left once again without anything to eat.

At this point it was a wonder that i did not feel any Hunger Pains but i sure WAS feeling Angry now as this was the second time i got interrupted while getting something to eat.

All but Dashing through the surrounding greenery not caring if the branches cut my skin I waltzed into the clearing I had left Robin in, who was still shouting but stopped when he saw me.

Yanking him from the tree and holding him in front of my face i hissed angrily

“What’s the big idea? you WANT some Monster to come get you? Because of your screaming I lost the Deer i was hunting so I didn’t get anything to eat yet again! do that one more time and you’re the one to replace the meat, got it?!”

He was looking at me thoroughly horrified and with tears beginning to form in his eyes while he shook in my hand struggling to breathe from me holding him a bit too tight

“I’m sorry! I'm Sorry! I saw a Road and thought if someone was there they would get me free! I’m sorry! i didn’t know you already had seen something I'm sorry! please don’t kill me”

He cried out, starting to weep softly to himself.

Looking at the weeping boy in my grasp I started to feel a bit guilty for scaring him like this.

I changed how I held him so he could breathe easier and instead cupped him to my chest next to my heart, sighing.

“I’m not gonna kill you, just don’t scream like that again okay?”

I tried to calm him down while not looking at him.

The entirety of this nonsense was Harder than I thought, I never had to take care of another living being and I did not know what to do.

“Look i apologize for shouting at you but i got angry and i really haven’t had anything of sustenance in three days I'm surprised my stomach didn’t just eat itself yet”

He was still curled up but he stopped weeping into my shirt but he kept refusing to look at me.

“Also, you mentioned a road? I don’t think there’s supposed to be anything this far out? Can you point me to it?”

He looked up and pointed towards a place a bit down the slight slope we were on and I could actually see a sort of path there.

“Can you stay quiet this time when I check that out?”

I asked him softly and started walking to where he pointed at me trying to be as quiet as I could once again.

Robin still didn’t really look at me but he did keep quiet until we reached what did look like a small road in the middle of a forest but it was far more muddy than any human made path and had no footprints that could belong to any sort of human.

It did however have lots of animal prints like Deer and what i assumed to be wolves

“this is an animal trail! oh that’s actually lucky!”

Robin finally looked at me, suddenly seeming a bit more eager to do something.

“So you mean we can set a trap here?”

“i guess but i have no idea how to make one though”

I admitted to him and tried to think of other ways to catch something, Maybe I should try to just ambush it?

“I know how to make one! i can tell you how, but uhh you need the rope for that”

I looked back at him and considered what he told me,

On one hand he could use this to try to escape again.

On the other hand, the trap I’d be making had a chance to actually work and I could still just hold him to prevent him from running away.

“Alright fine if you know how to do it tell me”

I started unraveling the rope around him as I spoke and made sure to hold onto him as the last of it fell down.

“oh.. well you need two tree trunks and some sticks also a rock”

he started to explain while he clung to one of my fingers that were holding him and just generally tried to move his arms that had been bound since yesterday.

Picking up everything he asked me one handed and putting it in a heap next to the trail, I still had no idea what type of trap this would make.

“soo now explain to me what to do and i will build it as you tell me but no funny business got it?”

He nodded and started instructing me on how to build the Trap.

As I went along with his instruction I realized that the Trap consisted of the principle of just smashing whatever walked through between the two trunks I had to get.

Well that would definitely be effective albeit a bit Grim.

“I think it looks good! you’re not a bad builder!”

Robin’s praise at my building skills caught me a bit off guard but I regained my composure just as fast.

“Now we wait somewhere and for the love of all the rivers of Hell be quiet this time!”

He nodded and put his hands over his mouth to show that he would be as silent as possible.

looking around and deciding to just walk around a fair bit away from the trap to wait if it catched anything, as well as try to find some edible plants in the meantime.

Walking through between the stocky old trees while Robin just hung limply in my grasp, apparently rather bored I eventually found a patch of dandelions not too far from the trap.

“Hey look, those are edible, do you want some?”

Robin looked at when i was pointing and the asked confusedly

“they’re edible? i thought they were just some weeds”

“no they’re perfectly edible i think some of the poorer people in Tunstead used them to make salads and i’ve had my fair share of them too”

I told him and proceeded to sit down next to the Flowers, ripping a few of their stems.

Gods the Blossom looked absolutely miniscule in my Hand, a single one didn’t even cover my fingertip anymore when they used to fit perfectly in the middle of my palm.

Sitting Cross Legged on the grass I set Robin in front of me.

“don’t run i WILL catch you”

“i don’t think i could outrun you, your legs are longer than i’m tall”

He also sat on the ground and started ripping flowers out of the dirt and started fiddling with them.

“Donovan? What did you do that the Lady at the market flipped out like that? the way she screamed made it sound like you stabbed someone to death or something”

Ah yeah that question had to come up sometime as neither of the Guards could have actually seen what had happened

“i stole a piece of Bread and the Lady saw my pointy ears so i guess that's enough to make someone scream bloody murder”

I decided to answer honestly as there really was no point in lying and I’ve never been one to outright deceive people.

“thats…Thats it? with how the Lady was screaming it sounded like you murdered her Husband or something”

he was still fiddling with the Dandelions in his hands but seemed a lot more at ease upon finding out that i had not killed anyone

I continued picking up the flowers and stuffing them into my mouth even if it was such a small amount compared to my new size.

Glancing down now and again to make sure Robin stayed put, I saw him having that 100 yard stare again while he just messed with the flowers in his hands.

I was not sure if i should say something or nudge him but he did say that this happened rather frequently so i left it be.

At least until a Booming sound echoed through the forest making me flinch and he let out a rather adorable high pitched squeak.

I decided not to comment on it and instead tried to think of something that could make such a sound while scooping him into my Hands once again while standing up.

“uhh i think that was the trap? should we look?”

Robin pointed out nervously and shakily held the flowers he was fiddling with a few seconds ago which I now saw had been made into a Flower Crown, which fell to the ground as I stood up.

“sure, i hope it got something in it though”

I did really hope the trap got something as I’ve been running on basically nothing for three days now, even if strangely enough I still did not feel any hunger whatsoever, pushing it off as stress from being a Giant I went back to where the trap was with Robin in my hand.

This was getting inconvenient but my shirt had no pockets so I would just have to deal with it.

Getting to the Trap it did indeed work as there was something that Resembled a Boar even if it had its skull smashed in by the Tree Trunks that were used to build this thing.

The only recognizable feature in its face were the Tusks.

The overall size of this thing was also impressive as it was longer than Robin was tall, about seven feet in length.

“Jackpot, that thing got a lot of meat on it don’t you think?”

I grinned down at Robin who was staring at the Animal with an unreadable expression.

“i didn’t think this would have enough strength to just pulverize a skull”

He admitted and looked in sort of horrified realization at it while I tried to pry our catch free one handed.

I succeeded in pulling the Boar out between the Logs but the motion caused blood to spill from its smashed skull running over my fingers and making the Scarlet liquid stick to my hand.

Gross, I hoped I could find a way to clean that.

Walking away with both hands occupied, I went back to the little clearing the Dandelions were in and nabbed a few branches with the hand that held the boar so we could make a fire.

However, upon setting things up I realized that I was way too big to properly prepare the meat.

Robin was staying unusually quiet and just kept staring at the Boar before he asked

“Can you carve it at your size? Do you even have a knife?”

“No to both of those but if i give you a knife and you promise not to use it to attack me would you prepare it? i would probably just mess it up with my too big Hands”

I knew giving him anything sharp at all would be a risk but at this point it had been three and a half days since i had anything to eat and i knew that a body couldn’t just function on nothing.

Reaching into my pocket and Giving him his Dagger back for the time being I set him in front of the Boar so he could get to work while i tried to make a fire,

but I never took my eye off of him for long to ensure he would not suddenly run up and stab me.

It took quite a few tries but eventually i managed to get a fire going just as Robin told me he was done

“What am I supposed to do with the guts? i don’t want to leave them next to the Campsite, who knows what monster might get Lured by the smell”

He did have a point in that so I started to dig a hole to bury the bloody entrails.

As Robin stood up I noticed that his front was soaked in Boarblood so I took my Handkerchief out once again.

“you’re also kinda bloody wash up with this while i cook”

I tossed the cloth at him and he started trying to get all of the blood off himself with the oversized fabric while we waited for the meat to cook.

When the meat was finally done and I took it off the fire the Sky had started to take on a magenta hue which only intensified as I extinguished the flames with some of the dirt I had dug up earlier.

Not really knowing how to share this thing I simply ripped off a leg and gave it to Robin who took it rather awkwardly from me and tried to just bite chunks out of it while I tried to think of a way to eat my portion as I could not possibly pull the meat off the bones.

In the end I just shoved it into my mouth, biting the Boar in half, crunching on it firmly, easily destroying bones that would have been too large to even be put in my mouth before.

Robin just looked at me with a rather horrified expression as I stuffed the second half of the Boar in my mouth.

He only managed to eat about half of the leg, maybe a bit less and just held the leftovers out to me.

“im done, you can have this also”

I carefully took the half eaten leg from him with two fingers and devoured it in a single bite.

“so uh i think we should camp here for the night cause i don’t want to walk through these woods when it’s dark”

I went to take the rope out again so we could repeat yesterday’s spiel.

“Can we not tie me up this time? i hate trying to sleep while bound its uncomfy and i get that pins and needles sensation in my arms”

He tried to persuade me so I wouldn’t tie him up overnight again but I knew he would bolt the second I closed my eyes even if he had been strangely placid this whole time.

“sorry but no i want to be able to sleep without you running away and getting an entire army to murder me”

I told him as I tied him up, once again using the spare shirt to cover his arms.

He was trying to look Grumpy but it just ended with him making a pouting face again.

“I hope this Night is gonna be warmer, the last one made me freeze my ass off and now the Blanket is all bloody”

“Well you can use me as a giant space heater i guess”

Lying down on my back, I simply put him on my chest and laid a hand over him like a tent so he wouldn’t roll off.

“here this should work, also if we find a river i’ll wash the ‘Blanket’”

“Thank you? though i do hope this night is warmer”

He curled up under my Hand and for a second I got the Mental image of a little mouse but shoved it away.

“i can hear your heart from here”

The quiet admission had me perk my pointy ears as I glanced down at him.

“yeah i guess, i have two of them”

“you what? but I only hear one?”

He looked at me incredulously as I told him about it.

“well yeah only one works, some of my organs are doubled i also have four kidneys, well three now since some fucker drugged me to sell it to an Alchemist, I’m glad i managed to break that guys nose before he gutted me completely”

I chuckled grimly at the memory of lying on a cold table and someone cutting into my side before just punching the guy.

“So you just… have more organs than you need???”

He seemed extremely confused over this.

“I suppose that’s one way of putting it but I still would like to keep my insides… well inside”

I did not know why I was telling him this stuff.

After all, when the week was over I’d let him run back to Tunstead and would never see him again.

Though it had been a long time since i could talk to something that was capable of responding so i guess i was just bored with the silence.

I closed my eyes and laid there for a bit knowing that Robin would not be able to get down with me literally as his mattress.

Shortly before i conked out i could feel him lying his head over my heart, glancing down i saw him having that distant stare again, and after about a minute he closed his eyes as his breathing fell into a calmer rhythm indicating that he had fallen asleep.

That was fast, I thought before falling asleep myself.

The next morning I was awoken by sunlight hitting my face and I tried to get up before remembering that Robin was still on my chest.

Looking down i saw that he was still sleeping so i nudged him with finger to get him to wake up

“mmm nrmm ten more minutes”

he just rolled over and gripped my shirt as if trying to use it as a blanket.

“Wake up, sun is out and i want to get going”

I nudged him again and this time he groggily lifted his head blinking owlishly at me

“Wwha? oh… OH! uh good morning?”

He tried to awkwardly Greet me as he tried to get up but fell over as he was still bound with the rope.

I nabbed him off my chest before he could tumble down from it.

“good morning to you as well i thought Guards were supposed to get up at dawn?”

“Uh usually Arthur wakes me up im not a morning person”

He yawned and tried to stretch as much as he could before the rope stopped him.

“Well let’s get going then i want to see if we can find water today, the Waterskin you have is almost empty and i want to wash the Blanket you used”

I really hoped we would find a river or at least a pond today so I could also wash my Handkerchief / Robins Blanket as it had started to just flake off bits of dried blood.

Standing up and making sure Robin didn’t fall off I stretched my muscles and tried to figure out in which direction to go to find some water, in the end I decided to just continue the path I took yesterday.

Picking up everything including the ragged Boarskin as it could be useful later I started to Marching troughs between the trees.

At some point i heard a distant noise like something falling down, At first I thought that it was just a random animal until it happened again and after a few seconds again.

“Do you hear that? any idea what that could be?”

I asked Robin who shook his head and stared into the direction the noise was coming from.

“What if it’s one of the monsters that live here? i don’t wanna go there”

He all but whispered to me.

“I’m going to check it out but you can wait here if you want”

I was Really curious but I also wanted to make sure that IF there was something this close to us we wouldn’t be ambushed out of nowhere by a being we had never seen before and wouldn’t know how to defend against.

“you’re insane! What if you die? what if it nabs ME and runs away to kill me???”

Robin tried to get me to not check out a potentially deadly creature but I really didn’t want to end up surprised in the middle of the night by whatever that was.

“its fine, and i said you could stay here while i look what that is im just gonna put you in a tree again”

I picked a random tree and tied Robin between two branches before stepping back and turning to face the noise.

“I’ll be right back don’t worry it’s probably just another Boar or another big animal”

I tried to reassure him before leaving in the direction the Sound was coming from quietly prowling through the Forest.

Hitting my toe on a protruding boulder I cursed under my breath as I got closer to the source of the Thumping noise only to see something that at first glance looked like a fox with deer antlers on its head.

On a second look it was the size of a horse, had hooves, a cow tail and something that looked to be mushrooms growing out of its back.

I’d never seen something like this before and it was currently headbutting an old tree that was wider than I was tall resulting in the thumping noise I had heard.

As it assaulted the tree branches fell off to the ground, and I could see that they were almost spilling over with maggots.

Eww.

The Maggots didn’t stay there for long as a flock of magpies immediately descended upon it picking it clean in just a minute if not less.

I had no idea what I was watching but decided it best to just leave, backing up I stepped on a branch, the snapping noise alerting the fox/deer creature who whipped its head around in my direction.

I didn’t dare breathe as it looked at me with a head that at first resembled that of a Wolf but with four eyes and a pair of tusks, it blinked and then ran away in the opposite direction, the Magpies following swiftly.

I had no idea what I just witnessed but I did not have time to think about it either as a wordless, blood curdling scream echoed through the woods coming from the place I had left Robin in.

Immediately assuming that there were more monsters that might not be as shy as the one i just saw i sprinted in an adrenaline fueled dash back to where i left him not caring that my face got cut by branches and only shielding my eyes when necessary.

Arriving within seconds where the screaming was coming from, I could at first not make out any sort of danger just Robin still dangling from the tree but screaming like he was murdered.

Coming to a halt next to him and trying to figure out what was happening I saw that a big Spider was climbing down a thread in front of his face and him trying as best as he could to stay as far away as possible.

Not recognizing the species but assuming that it must be extremely venomous for Robin to scream like this, I snatched him away from the spider, not daring to touch the Arachnid in case it had enough venom to kill me.

Stepping a fair distance away and putting him on the ground while trying to see if Robin had been bit by it, but he tried to curl up and had started to hyperventilate

“hey! HEY did it bite you?!”

Nudging him I tried to at least get him to tell me if he was bit but he continued to Hyperventilate with tears in his eyes.

“Okay calm down the thing is gone you can calm down now!”

He didn’t seem to hear me or anything at all really and I worried that he would lose consciousness if he kept breathing like this.

“Okay, try to copy me? it’ll help i promise”

I just hoped it would work as he started to wheeze between his Breaths i tried to show him a breathing pattern that would help calm him down.

Breath in four seconds.

Hold for seven.

Then out for eight.

I repeated this until he started to mimic it and eventually his breathing normalized.

He was still wheezing a bit but he was getting enough air now and slowly going back to normal.

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Chapter 4 - it’s all about the…

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A/N: yeah I know it’s late…I’m sorry! I’m just so so busy with uni and Easter (which reminds me; happy Easter!!). I’m tired af but I just couldn’t sleep another night without posting this! I feel awful for no reason, here some flowers as an apology��💐 love ya, enjoy! And thank you @jamneuromain for some of the ideas, especially about Brock 👀❤️

Pairing: stripper!Steve Rogers x Sugar!Mommy reader

Chapter summary: You go out with steve to buy him some new clothes. The day is all about giving and receiving…

Warnings: hand job, semi public, oral f receiving, subby Steve, needy Steve, mommy kink, a hit of mommy issues,

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A few days later a chilly breeze reminded you of Steve’s thin jacket that he was probably still wearing, too thin, too cold. Not even close to what he was supposed to wear in such weather. You felt bad for not having bought him a jacket sooner, especially since you were cuddling in your own fuzzy coat, always warm and soft hugging your body.

Sitting in your office you couldn’t stop thinking about this issue.

Your Babyboy needed a high quality jacket. Something that would keep him warm and be comfortable, not just a thin worn out coat. You didn’t want him to freeze or get sick. It would probably break your heart to see him sick while you could’ve prevented it a bit.

Were you thinking ahead? Again? But it’s just the little voice in your head that told you to take care of him, make sure he’s fed, comfortable and appropriately dressed.

You were definitely caring a bit too much for just knowing him less than a week, but Steve was really a sweetheart. He had probably already stolen a part of your own heart.

But maybe you should just casually mention wanting to go shopping? Maybe asking if he wanted to accompany you?

You’ve already made up your mind. He’s coming with you. And he’s getting a damn warm jacket.

Taking out your phone you found Steves contact, typing a text. > Hello, Steve. Are you free today? We could go shopping, maybe grab some food on our way home and I’d drop you off later at your place. Tell me when I could pick you up. < Reading over the message one more time you added a little heart emoji, before sending. It was immediately delivered and seen only a few seconds after. You hadn’t had time to even put your phone away, before a reply came.

> hi CTN have classes. BRB < You squinted your eyes at the reply for a moment, not being sure if these weren’t some typos-but no, thinking it through you assumed it meant ‘can’t talk now’ and ‘be right back’. That’s the only thing that would make sense. Jesus, this kid.

You decided to reply anyway. >Just let me know. I can pick you up whenever you’re free.< With that you put your phone aside, rereading the documents you had filled out before texting Steve. Just when you sighed them and put them in a binder for later to go over during one of the upcoming business meetings, your screen lit up.

> iirc my classes end in 40 but iu2u when youd pick me up just lmk <

You stared at the message for a solid three minutes before huffing and throwing your phone in your purse. How could a person shorten a sentence so much that you couldn’t understand it? The only thing you assumed was his classes ended in 40 minutes. Hopefully.

After closing your office you walked to your assistants desk, telling her you wouldn’t be back today. For a moment you considered asking her about the text message, if she could translate it into your old school language.

God, you thought it would be easy to be with someone younger, but…whatever.

Sitting in your car you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at the last message one more time.

IIRC... I really care? No, that can’t be right, there are two i’s

My classes end in 40…minutes, right?

but iu2u…I used to you? This also doesn’t make any sense. Why the hell is there a number in it?

When you'd pick me up just…lmk…Love me kiss me?? Huh. So should you kiss him? Or what does he mean?

Only when you look in your rearview mirror do you notice the grimace on your face, the squinted eyes and pouty lips. Jesus. All this over one text message. Now you feel even older than you actually are.

After putting your phone and purse away you started the car. Not needing your GPS since you knew where Steve’s university was, you turned on some music before finally leaving the parking lot, quietly humming to yourself.

Within twenty minutes you arrived at Steve’s university, to be exact in front of the art building. Opening your car door you turned down the volume of the music, but not fully down. It was quite chilly and windy so you threw your fur coat over your shoulders, leaning against your car.

Steve's class should end in ten minutes so you decided to let him know you were already waiting. > I parked at your art building.<

It didn’t surprise you when the replay came within seconds. > rnbbbb? <

“What the fuck does this mean”, you whispered to yourself having no idea what Steve meant. Not even a hint. Sighing, you shook your head. Not wanting to look like a total moron by asking him what he meant you took a picture of your view, to show him where you waited. > I’m here <

While waiting for Steve’s classes to come to an end the sun slowly started shining, the wind stopping. It started to get warmer immediately, making you feel too warm in your coat, so you quickly took it off, throwing it over your arm, leaving you in your black suit, the Gucci belt shimmering in the bright light.

Since it would take a few more minutes till Steve’s classes come to an end you grabbed yourself a cigarette, lightening it and bringing it to your lips. The red lipstick staining the stumble, while you breathe out the smoke.

Your phone vibrated again, four times. This many messages could mean business so you quickly took your phone out-only to see all four were from Steve. A small smile crept onto your lips while you opened his chat, surprisingly seeing a picture of yourself, leaning against the car and smoking.

> picture <

> I see you! HOT! <

> omw <

> bbbbb <

You pulled your eyebrows together, a quiet chuckle escaped your lips, still not understanding half of the things he meant-well, omw you knew was on my way. Wanda used it sometimes, too, being the youngest in your friend gr- “hello gorgeous”, interrupted you a voice. A voice you didn’t know.

With raised eyebrows you lifted your gaze, looking into the gray eyes of a stranger with a predatory grin. “Hello, and you are?” You smiled as friendly as possible at the man, who was in your opinion standing a bit too close to your personal space.

“I’m Brock and you seemed like you needed some company, so I’m here to help you out, gorgeous.” A scoff escaped your lips. “Please, leave me alone, I’m not interested in you nor your company.” You didn’t like men who behaved like they could have everyone. Especially you. His grin made you actually feel the opposite, making you slowly back a bit away from him. “Thanks, I’m just waiting for someone”, with that you looked to the doors-just then did Steve leave the art building. Finally

Your lips curved upwards. “There’s my boy. You can go now, Brock.” He wanted to say something more but you turned away from him, instead awaiting for Steve to come.

Behind you Brock snorted when Steve stopped in front of you, a bashful smile on his face. “Hi”, he mumbled leaning a bit down when he noticed you wanted to kiss his cheek-which you did, leaving a red lipstick stain behind. “Whops, sorry, Stevie, now everyone can see who you belong to”, you grinned; licking your thumb before trying to wipe away the red color from his skin. Of course this made him blush immediately.

There was another unfriendly reaction behind you, an unpleasant groan. “Really? Steve? That’s who you’re spending your time with? Come on, that doesn’t make sense. You can do better-or maybe he’s just some waiter boy huh? Earning a couple more bucks, because there’s no other reason such a gorgeous woman would be with a poor, sick nerd that-“ “oh for fucks sake aren’t you bored of standing here and watch us?” You hissed, throwing your fur in the back of your car while nodding for Steve to get in the car, before turning around to address Brock again.

“Maybe you are wondering how he lands with a rich af girlfriend, but I'm not putting up with your shit because he's the one having a relationship between the two of you. In fact, he's a million times better person than you are, you arrogant misogynist prick." With that you got in the car yourself, wanting to drive away. Your gaze once again falling to the young man that had bothered you-but then you looked back at Steve, who was visibly uncomfortable and upset.

Sighing you took his hand. “Don’t think about him. I only met him ten minutes ago and can tell he’s a total idiot. You’re not what he-“ “fucking Gold digger!” You heard Brock's voice, making your grip on the wheel tighten-thank god you weren’t driving or you’d have hit the brakes till they’d squeak.

“I won’t let him do that to you”, you hissed under your breath, leaving the car, loudly throwing the door shut. Brock was already standing with his friends, talking shit about Steve that you could hear from your car.

So you decided to teach him a lesson.

Nobody messed with your boy.

“Hey Brock!”, you called out, noticing how a grin spread onto his lips while he turned around, already saying something. “Gorgeous, I’m glad you changed y-“, before he could finish the sentence your fist met his jaw so hard he stumbled back into one of his friends. All of them left shocked and speechless, while you smiled at the group one last time before walking back to your car. Behind your back you could hear some mutters that made you grin even more.

When you finally sat back behind the wheel, Steve was also shocked. His beautiful blues wide, at the same time feeling how his heart was thudding wildly. “Now where were we? Oh right, don’t listen to Brock, he’s not worth it,” while you tried to cheer Steve up he seemed to get even more upset.

“He may be not worth it but…he’s not wrong. I’m poor and sick and a total nerd, while you’re this amazing woman that deserves to be with a real man,” he looked out of the window, ignoring your hand when you tried to take his. “Steve, why do you think that? Money is not important-that’s why we have our agreement and…you’re not sick, right? Do I need to know something? If you need medicine or anything, I’ll get it for you. You just need to tell me.”

There was a sigh next to you and Steve carefully took your hand. “Just look at me”, you did just that, your gaze falling over Steve for a second, but the only thing you noticed was his hurt puppy dog eyes. “What do you mean, Stevie?”, you chuckled, having a hard time understanding what he meant.

“Take a closer look-“ “Steve, if you want me to take a closer look we might end up in a tree, you have to tell me,” there was another loud sigh.

“Look at my ear,” his voice was quiet, even sounding a bit insecure. That’s when you had to stop at a red light, making it way easier for you to finally take a look at him. He wasn’t looking at you, completely avoiding your gaze.

Only after a few seconds did you notice what he was talking about, or, well, because he pointed it out. “Stevie…how have I not noticed it before?”

Steve had a hearing aid.

It wasn’t even much noticeable, just a bit of light blue around his ear.

“And Brock bullies you about that? What a dick. You shouldn’t feel self conscious about that. You’re still perfect-maybe even more than before”, you said softly, leaning over to him and kissing the shell of his ear, noticing how he blushed. His whole chest swelled up, his throat felt a bit tighter, while butterflies erupted in his stomach. His whole body.

Which he quickly tried to ignore.

Instead he cleared his throat. “So you don’t mind it? There’s more stuff. I also have asthma-and I-“ Softly chuckling you took Steve hand again, while pulling over. You hated how he was trying to talk himself down. Steve was an amazing person, with an incredible soul and heart.

His gaze was glued to your hand that was holding his, your thumb stroking the back of his hand, his skin tingling under your touch. “None of that, Stevie. I really like you the way you are-but I don’t like it when you talk yourself down, okay? You’re amazing-and so much better than this Bully Brock. I’d rather spend my whole life with you than a day with Brock.”

A that you both were shocked.

But the composed person you were, you tried to ignore the blush creeping up into your cheeks.

“Well, I-I wanted to ask you about something you texted me-or…a few things even”, you chuckled, probably making yourself even more nervous than before. Somehow you felt like you walked right in a dead end with all that, which Steve partly noticed too, so he grabbed your phone. “Could you enter the password so I-” “I don’t have one, don’t worry.”

You could feel the side eye Steve was giving you.

You could feel it burn a hole in your skull.

“What? Don’t look at me like that. I forget my passwords all the time.” Steve still wasn’t convinced with your explanation, but didn’t say anything. Instead he opened your chat watching over the messages he sent you. “So? What did you wanna know?”

Surprisingly you felt yourself blush again. Which hadn’t happened often…before meeting Steve.

“Could you…could you explain the abbreviations to me? I know a few-I think-but not all of them”, at this point you felt your whole head burning. The last time you were this nervous was…maybe in highschool. Which also was quite a while ago. You really didn’t want to get deeper into it.

Since you couldn’t remember the shortened messages Steve had sent you before you leaned a bit over to him. “Oh right, there were a few. iirc, iu2u, lmk…? Like…I really don’t know what this means. Lmk? Love me, kiss? If you want me to kiss you just-“ Steve’s laugh interrupted you, the blush on your face deepening immediately.

When he noticed you were serious he promptly shut his mouth. “I’m sorry-I didn’t mean to laugh, I’m sorry. I thought you were joking…”, he mumbled, averting his gaze. “Okay, so, iirc means ‘if I remember correctly”, there was a pause, so you looked up at him but he didn’t say more.

“So do you remember or not?”

And that’s when Steve realized it’d be a long, long time till he explains everything.

He was right.

It took him twenty minutes to finally explain everything and till you two finally stepped out of the car, your hand immediately wrapping around his bicep. “Just one more question, you didn’t explain what the whole ‘bbbb’s mean? That I Waldo couldn’t figure out” “oh, no, that’s nothing just typos, my screen broke and now it sometimes…does this”, Steve laughed quietly, the blush from before reappearing.

He definitely needed a new phone. You’ve seen his phone before, but you hadn’t expected it to be that bad.

“Would you mind?”, you smiled at him, giving him your purse that he took without hesitation. There was even a little happy smile on his lips, feeling helpful.

You walked into the shopping mall, your heels clicking coudly against the tiles. Many heads turn to watch you, eager to see the source of the clinking.

And Steve? Steve didn’t like all the attention.

The looks of other people’s faces first interested, then thoughtful and after a second judging. Him. They were all looking at him. They were all judging him. His simple collage hoodie, while you were wearing a whole elegant suit. The Louboutin heels loud and clear for everyone to hear, to see. To notice.

“Don’t do that”, Steve’s head turned so quickly you feared he might hurt himself. “What? I’m not doing anything?” Softly chuckling, you shook your head squeezing his biceps a big harder to comfort him. “I can feel you thinking. Ignore it. The thoughts, the people. They’ll always look. It’s what people do”, you tried to reassure him, succeeding only partly. He was still tense, but his lips twitched to a smile.

For a moment you watched as he watched his bottom lip, his cheeks covered by a soft pink blush. “Can we get some food first, tho? I haven’t eaten anything today and-“ “you what?? But it’s three pm?! You must be starving, baby. Let’s get you something to eat first”, with that you grabbed him a bit tighter, pulling him with you.

Half an hour later Steve was fed, happily still holding your purse while the two of you walked into a clothing shop. A very, very expensive shop. At least compared to the clothes he’d usually buy-mostly stuff on sale or second hand. And now he was in a shop surrounded by premium brands he didn’t even know how to pronounce.

You didn’t even look at the prices while showing him all the clothes he should try on. “I’ve noticed you like blue, right? Would you mind trying on some suits? I’d love to see your beautiful body in a real suit, maybe a blue one…or gray…or..well, we’d see which one would suit you best”, while talking you couldn’t stop yourself from brushing your hand along his muscular chest. To no one's surprise his face was covered by red spots, again.

“You’re so cute”, you whispered, pulling him a bit closer. His smile widening to a grin, his hands automatically falling into your waist.

He’d love to kiss you.

At the thought his chest tingled a bit. A bashful chuckle escaped his lips, while his grip on you tightened.

It’s weird how much happier he felt with you. How much more desirable he felt because of you. He didn’t even know you a lot, having only spent a bit time with you and yet he felt amazing with you. Like he mattered…like…you really liked him.

But maybe that’s how it's supposed to be. Nothing was real, it just was supposed to feel and look like it’s real. Or not? Was it real? Slowly he got confused, so he decided to push these thoughts away. It was all about money, he shouldn’t be seeing too much into it.

“Now go try these on…and whatever else you’d want to, there’s no price limit if you’re worried about that. It’s on me”, you gave him the clothes, continuing to look for something for yourself, maybe a new blouse or skirt.

Maybe some new heels…

Or a coat? Maybe- “could you please come with me? I…want you to help me…decide and just tell me what looks good”, Steve seemed nervous, maybe even a bit uncomfortable with the attention he was getting from some shop assistants that always checked if he needed any help-which he denied.

“Sure, sweetheart. Let me get something for myself then”, after finding a few pieces for yourself you followed Steve to the changing rooms-hust when he wanted to walk into one of them you grabbed his arm. “The last one is bigger.” Without further explanation you pulled him into the last one, immediately hanging your clothes up.

Steve looked a bit around, his gaze falling to your hands when you started taking off your suit jacket and slowly opening the button down. He didn’t even notice the smirk on your lips, while you casually let the blouse slide from your shoulders, his gaze still glued to your body, now to your bra covered breasts. A very pretty bra, if he had to be honest, black with lace, perfectly pushing your breasts up, making them look nicely. Very, very nicely…the image of your naked breasts popped up in his head, reminding him of the incident a few days ago.

Then your pants dropped to the floor and you stepped out of them, with this coming a step closer to him. The matching slip nicely hugging your hips, the hip dips making him wanna grasp your body even more. You were so beautiful. And so, so sexy.

Without saying a word you turned around and bent down to pick up your clothes, his breath stopping for a second. Your round ass on display. So close he could touch you if he’d reach out. Your legs look incredibly long, especially with the heels. The heels with the red bottoms.

Fuck.

Now he had a little problem.

Or a big one.

Whatever.

Definitely a visibile one.

And he knew you’d notice it, too, as soon as you’d look back at him.

What he didn’t know is, you did all of it on purpose, knowing exactly how your body, clad in only underwear, would affect him. You took a skirt, sliding it on then finally turning around to watch Steve’s reactions.

Just as expected his head was red, the blush creeping up his chest to the very tips of his ears. His hands folded before his crotch, making you raise your eyebrows. “You’re hiding something from me, Stevie?”, you whispered teasingly, slowly pushing his hands away, your palm pressing against his hard cock. A soft gasp escaped his lips.

“S-sorry I-“ “you got a bit excited, hm? Was it because of my breasts? Or my ass? Did you imagine how it’d be to grab my body? Pressed against you, while you’d fuck me?”, you whispered against his neck, leaving some kisses behind. His pants felt tight around his crotch, especially with you palming him with every word, “come on, baby, tell me what you’re thinking about.” A quiet whine escaped his lips while he buried his face against your neatly made hair.

“Thought about-about holding your hips-squeezing-feeling you close”, he mumbled, pushing into your palm, while you slowly opened his pants, your hand stroking over his boxershorts, grabbing his thick shaft tightly. “My naughty boy getting all worked up in a changing room. My filthy babyboy. Want me to make you cum? Are you this needy? Coming while being in public? In a changing room? Aren’t you scared of getting caught?”, you felt how his dick twitched at that, leaking more precum into his underwear, soft moans leaving his mouth.

You kissed underneath his ear, sucking gently at his skin, feeling Steve tense against you. His face pressed even harder into your neck, the moans turning to breathless gasps, while he slowly filled his boxershorts with cum.

A chuckle escaped you, while you slowly pulled out your hand from his pants. “Sweet”, you mumbled watching him cover his crotch, the redness in his face darkening. He looked down at his hands, before back at you. “I just came.” “I know.” The smirk on your lips reappeared and you quickly changed into the clothes you’d worn before, while Steve seemed frozen in place.

“Stevie, don’t worry. I’ll get you something to change into and it’ll be fine. Wait a minute, I’ll get you some underwear…just…wait for me. Don’t make a mess while I’m gone”, you added teasingly, watching as the man whined quietly, a bit embarrassed.

Or a lot.

Giving him a last kiss you left him to find some underwear, already paying for it and bringing it to him. After he changed and tried a few other things on, especially pants which he needed to wear now, because the other pants were…a mess.

After leaving the shop you looked once again back at Steve, who was carrying four to the brim filled clothing bags and your purse, a smile creeping on his lips when he noticed your gaze. “Need any help, baby?” “No, no I’m good”, he immediately refused to give you any bags, wanting to carry it all by himself. Laughing you shook your head at him, but finally let him have it his way.

“I need to do some errands, it’d take half an hour, max. In the meantime you could maybe…go order something? And we could go home then-unless you want me to drive you to your place?” He thought about it for a minute, before shaking his head. “I’d like to stay with you tonight.”

You shouldn’t feel as happy as you did.

After deciding where Steve could go order something to eat, you went back to the clothing store, finding a jacket Steve had not so subtly looked at, a very simple one but very thick, perfect for winter and cold evenings.

You bought something else, too, what you knew he’d be very happy about.

It wasn’t too hard to find Steve with all the bags hanging from his arms, looking a bit funny even. And probably a bit overwhelmed.

“Let me take the food, okay? I don’t want your arms to lose circulation from all the bags”, you grinned, taking the food from his hands, pecking his cheek. Leaving a soft red lipstick stain behind. You decided to leave it.

Your place wasn’t far away so it only took you twenty minutes to arrive. “Bring your stuff to your room and I’ll get the plates ready”, you said while taking out the food and bringing it to the couch so you could watch a movie together.

He turned around to look at you with all the bags in his hands. A grin on his lips while he came a bit closer to you, pecking your cheek. “Thanks, my sugar mommy. Can't imagine having a better mommy”, he definitely meant it kicking my, but seeing you blush and gasp softly made him pretty curious. But maybe he just imagined it.

You only smiled at him lightly, nodding before averting your gaze. Your smile turning goofy as soon as he walked out of the door.

While Steve was gone you took the jacket out and laid it out on the couch, already imagining how pretty Steve would look in the clothes you bought him.

His heavy steps echoed through the corridor and a few seconds later he was standing next to, looking at the jacket in surprise. “I-when did you get that?”, he asked quietly, lifting the jacket, a smile immediately appearing on his face.

“I may have lied about the few errands…just wanted to get you something nice-“ “but you bought all the clothes-” “but you chose it. I wanted to buy you something from me”, you smiled at the blond man pushing him down to sit on the couch. He dropped willingly, the jacket still clutched to his chest.

You took the jacket to put it aside. “I have one more thing”, you grinned, taking the bag again and pulling a little box out. Steve gasped loudly, his hand grabbing onto your thigh. When you looked back at him he seemed shocked, his mouth agape.

“You-you did not?”, he whispered letting you put the phone box into his palms. A soft laugh escaped your lips, while you leaned back, watching him fondly when he opened the box, slightly speechless. “I love having a sugar mommy”, his whisper made you laugh quietly but your chest immediately felt warmer, a bit tingling. You stayed quiet, not trusting your own voice.

His eyes had a little glimmer in them, a soft expression on his face while he slowly took the phone out, looking over the screen and back, before putting it once again away. “Thank you so much, I-…I really don’t know what to say…just…” “it’s why we’re having this, baby. Besides, I have a party coming up. Stark organizes a charity event so… let’s say…it’s a little gift for you joining me”, you smiled at him, winking.

Steve giggled quietly and shook his head lightly, leaving the box on the glass table. “I’d love to come with you. The phone is incredible-I’d never be able to afford it myself-but I’d have joined you anyway, you know? It’s actually not so bad…I thought it’d be weird but I really enjoy spending time with you”, Steve grinned, scooching a bit closer to you, his hand not leaving your thigh. Maybe sliding a bit higher.

“I want to thank you for this nice gift-“ “but I told you it’s for you joi-“ “I’ll probably need a suit anyway so…you’d need to buy it too…let me thank you properly, once in a while,” he whispered into your ear. You hadn’t even noticed how close he’d gotten until his lips trailed down your throat. That’s also when you noticed holding onto Steve’s blond hair. “But Stevie…the food…” “is it really that important? Do you really want me to stop? I want to thank my sugar mommy”, the last word made your grip in his hair tighten and he definitely noticed that.

Steve slowly kissed along your neck before uncrossing your legs and pushing them open, slowly dropping to his knees between. You couldn’t stop yourself from spreading them a bit further, your heart already thudding uncontrollably. “I’m sure it won’t be a problem to reheat it later…”

He helped you out of your pants as quickly as possible, admiring the pretty underwear he had seen before. You had no idea how many times Steve had seen women in underwear before but if he looked at all of them like that you definitely felt some kind of jealousy. No man had ever looked at you like that, his soft lips gently kissing your thighs, not really doing anything else.

Slowly kissing up to your core, Steve felt his own dick harden, but he decided to ignore it for now. All that mattered was to make you feel good-and he hoped he’d do it right.

His lips finally found your slip, slowly kissing your dressed pussy, his tongue licking over the material teasingly, curious. A quiet moan rumbled in your throat while you pulled his head a bit closer.

“Fuck Stevie-“, you moaned when he pushed the slip aside and licked over your slit, his nose nudging your clit unintentionally. You tried to push down your slip but before it could go any down Steve grabbed the material and yanked it from your body, ripping the material apart.

This made you gasp even louder, even a bit surprised. You had no time to say anything, Steve’s tongue immediately entering your hole licking up the wetness. His arms wrap around your thighs, holding you against his mouth as he moans against your core, his arms tightening.

You moved your hips against his lips, grinding against his face. He was all enthusiasm, lacking the finesse of an experienced man but his eagerness made up for it, especially when he started sucking on your clit. When you felt your high coming closer two of Steve’s fingers pushed in your hole, feeling how your walls throbbed around his digits. A quiet curse left his lips imagining how it’d feel to really fuck you. So warm and wet. How your pussy would tightly grip him.

“Curl your fingers upwards-and-and suck on my clit-I’m so fucking close babyboy.” Gasping louder when Steve did what you said you felt your peak approach. Steve felt how your muscles tightened around his fingers.

For not being experienced Steve sure did know how to use his mouth, having you moaning and shaking in no time. “I want to see you come-wanna make you come”, Steve moaned into your core, slurping and smacking loudly.

He looked up at you from under his eyelashes. His eyes being a bit glazed over, the blue being swallowed by his black pupils. A sudden urge overcoming him he definitely needed to try. “Mommy, please.”

And he was right.

Wetness gushed around his fingers, your walls sucking him in, your face scrunched up in pleasure. “Oh babyboy-you’re incredible”, after riding out your orgasm you slowly released the grip on his hair, moving your hand to lift his chin, running your thumb along his lips, the wetness glistening on his face.

A little smile widening over your lips. He was breathing hard and his eyes were all soft and needy. Your cum dripped from his chin onto his hoodie having left a wet spot behind.

Fuck.

“Sweetheart, you’re amazing.” , you mumbled, kissing his forehead before pulling him up and next to you onto the couch. “I’ll help you better with that…” Your hand trailed down his chest, but before you could grab his belt he stopped you. “It was about you, not me”, Steve kissed your knuckles. After taking off his hoodie he threw it over the back of the couch, an uneasy feeling erupting in your chest. Didn’t he even want a bit cuddling? You always enjoyed a hug after being intimate, but at the same time you knew you shouldn’t be thinking about it that way. It’s not like you were together. It was strictly business.

Steve kissed your forehead and took the food from the table. “I’ll warm the food up, you should wear something more comfortable than your work clothes-I thought we could watch a movie together”, he seemed sure about his words, but still seemed somehow nervous.

Which he was.

Because he now realized he had called you mommy.

And you seemed to enjoy it more than he’d imagine you’d do.

But the worst part of that?

He had definitely enjoyed it even more.

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midnightfire830 · 1 year ago

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In the Ghost au, did cuphead and mugman live the entire story (Inky Mystery)? If so how did the Questers, the House, the circus crew, and Cannikin handle it? Large number of ppl XD

Live the entire story? I assume this is a typo or maybe I’m just dumb and can’t decipher what you mean. I mean, in IM cuphead and mugman are alive as of date so ghost au cupbros would be too. But I’m guessing the second question is your main question?

So! I’ll tell you HOW they found out AND their thoughts on it.

Bendy found out during Cup’s rampage after “Mugshots” (you know what I’m referring to). During his rampage he was switching between consciousness for so long I’m going to assume that maybe he was constantly flickering between forms with no real control. So Bendy would see him switching. Bendy would be super confused and bewildered at the moment but he’d push it off in order to get Cuphead to the hospital and moving on their quest. Later as the cupbros join the quest Bendy would ask for some more details. He would try his best not to pry and leave it as Cup’s buisness, sure that if there was something he NEEDED to know, Cup would tell him in his own time. Plus he’d try not to judge because he knows a lot about people giving him crap for be a demon. So he gets it. Eventually he becomes so chill with it he and Cup oftentimes joke and tease about it. A lot of pranks and a LOT of puns.

Felix and Boris would find out at about the same time while they were fighting Cala in the mountains. Cuphead integrates his fighting with his ability to turn into a ghost by flying around and phasing to avoid blows, that sort of thing. It becomes such an ingrained thing that he does it without thinking about the questers seeing him. So of course Felix and Boris would see.

Boris would be super freaked out, really confused, and really really worried. He most likely thought that Cuphead had died just then and there and panicked. After the fight, and some explanations he’d calm down a lot. He’d still be unnerved about it and concerned, but he’d also think it was super cool. Felix would be fascinated and ask a billion questions.

Holly would accidentally stumble upon turning Cuphead into a ghost. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. (Or maybe she was staking, nobody will ever know). She immediately drilled him with questions. Cup would be cold and curt with her quesitons and not share too much about it, but still answer a few questions, and Holly would back off. But his silence didn’t stop the brewing ideas, theories, and questions she had.

With Alice, maybe Cuphead would casually mention it in conversation? Like they were talking about him previously getting hurt and he’d say “Well, usually I just turn ghost so I don’t bleed out and to last longer…” Alice would stop short at that and ask for a clarification. Cuphead, realizing he never told her, explained the situation, or whatever all the other questers know, to keep her up to date. Her healer side would immediately flare up and she’d be super worried about him, she’d lightly prod with a few questions and how it worked, and then just casually talk about it. Generally she’s ok with it, as long as Cup isn’t actively being hurt or anything. Maybe a bit of pity for him literally dying and being brought back to life. Also puns. Ghost puns galore.

I think the people in the House in general would slowly find out one by one. He doesn’t really keep it a secret, he just doesn’t talk about it much. He’d just, drift into the room in ghost form and scare the ever loving crap out of the residents of the house. Oddswell would have questions. Red would just roll her eyes annoyed that she’d have to deal with this now. Granny would be very concerned for Cuphead but accept it nonetheless. Jerry would absolutely HATE it. Cup definitely abused his powers to prank Jerry so many different times. At some point there’s definitely a bunch of house rules like “No ghosting while someone’s cooking in the kitchen” specifically for Cuphead.

Mickey would find out while he’s invisible snooping around the house during Nightmare Night. He’d just see cuphead turn into a ghost right in front of him. He’d be a little spooked, a little curious, but he’s definitely seen weirder things so he isn’t bothered by it.

Oswald found out on the train to the Far West. Probably snuck up on a cuphead and spooked him and Cup turned to his ghost form out of instinct. It definitely startled Oswald and we was absolutely speechless when he saw it happen. Eventually he’d get over his shock and be cool with it. He later on probably teases cup for it.

I don’t think Donald and Goofy would know about it. Maybe Donald while they’re in the labyrinth. If he did Donald would either be shocked and surprised (in a zany way I guess). Or he couldn’t care less. “Oh great. The guy with a cup for a head can turn into a ghost. Whoop-de-cussing-do.” Either way later on he really doesn’t give two cusses about it.

I’m not sure if the bunny kids would know. If they did though, it would be when they dragged Cup and Bendy off to do Oswald’s dare. Cup would turn into a ghost and try to run away and Mugs/or maybe Ozzy would whip out a spray bottle of salt water and shoot him out of the air. Cup would be forced into his normal form again and fall flat on his back left to the billions of bunny children who’d ask billions more questions.

I think that covers everyone. Let me know if I missed anyone or if there was someone else you wanted a reaction from. ☝️

Thanks for the ask!!

#babtqftim #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #babitim #cuphead #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #quest cuphead #babtqftim cuphead #babtqftim au #quest au #ghost au #ghost!au #ghost!cuphead #asks <3 #asks and replies #keep the asks coming #thanks for the ask!

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phobia-sweets · 2 years ago

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"Can I request a DK!Crane x fem!reader soulmate au fic where he realizes his soulmate is one of his patients?"

more catching up!

I love soulmate prompts so much, and i went with the one where when you write or draw something on your skin, it shows up on your soulmate's skin too :D

DK! Scarecrow x F!reader

∼ 500 words

Warnings & Notes: Not proofread (properly. quickly checked for typos and grammar lol)

Soulmates.

He truly thought he didn't have one.

Until the writing began.

He woke up one morning, did his routine, only to see a "good morning!" Scribbled onto his wrist. He hadn't written that - he'd remember doing that. Also that wasn't his handwriting. He lived alone. Where did it come from?

Then the things started connecting. Yes, it made sense that he had a soulmate - everyone had one, right? But... why? He couldn't grasp it. He hesitantly picked up a marker, thinking of responding, only to put it back down. If he doesn't acknowledge it, it'll eventually go away, right? He didn't have time for this. Maybe they'll give up with time.

They didn't.

Every morning without fail, he'd see some form of a greeting on his wrist. "Good morning!", "Have a great day!", "Hope you're well!" and so on. As the days went on, the messages never stopped. A presistent one, he thought, glancing at the small heart next to today's message - "hope you slept well!". Pulling the sleeve over the message, Jonathan's thoughts were interrupted by the knocking on his office door. Giving a quick "come in", He adjusted in his seat and put on his glasses.

"Good afternoon, Doctor Crane!" The woman greeted as she entered the room.

Ah. He had forgotten about this appointment entirely. Good thing he didn't leave to the basement yet. "Good morning, Ms. [Lastname]. Take a seat."

near the end of the session, he caught a glimpse of his patient's wrist, making him tense up at the familiar handwriting. "Your wrist, let me see it. Is this your writing?" He asked, to which the woman properly lifted off their sleeve, the writing now in full display.

"Yes." She smiled.

"Soulmate not answering?" He raised a brow, leaning back in his chair.

"Nope. Don't mind it, though. They'll reply when they're ready to. I do hope they bring some sort of comfort to them though, knowing I’m there for them." She calmly stated, pulling the sleeve back on top of the words.

"Does it not make you upset they're not responding? Sad? afraid that they might not exist?" He tried, closely studying her facial expressions now.

“I mean… sometimes, I suppose.” She responded, leaning back in her chair. “But I try to be positive about that.” She didn’t seem to question Jonathan’s interest in said soulmate, much to his luck.

“That’s… good.” He hummed, averting his gaze from her. He’d ask her more about it next session. Can’t have her growing suspicious just yet, he thought.

“It seems we’ve run out of time. Same time, next week, I’m assuming?” Jonathan questioned, to which the woman nodded. “Allright then. Take care.”

Watching the door close behind her, he took off his glasses. Burying his face in his hands, he sighed. The situation had become far more complicated than he had anticipated initially. He didn’t know how to feel, really. Taking his suitcase, he left for the basement. He really needed the distraction.

#dk scarecrow x reader #scarecrow x reader #jonathan crane x reader

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gendiebrainrotreceipts · 1 year ago

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My local B&N had a small section of LQBTQIA books. At first, I thought it was a typo. But I saw various signs (all different sentences/phrases) that used this acronym in both this section and in the banned books section (as in signs that included "banned for LQBTQIA content"). And it got me fuming! How dare they remove gay from the acroynm!!! What the fuck is wrong with them?!

That’s crazy to hear but tbh I can only think it’s got to be a mistake (they probably made the initial mistake then copied and pasted it without realising?) because what would be the logic in missing it out? I know they like to pretend asexuality etc is just as discriminated against as homosexuality (as seen by the inclusion of the acronym in the first place, rather than just saying gay or lgbt. I can guarantee none of the books are being banned for aphobia), but I can’t see them actively excluding gay people or pretending like books about gay people aren’t banned. Unless the first q (queer I’m assuming) is a stand in for gay…in which case, yes it’s homophobic….not even all gay people are okay w being called queer

Edit: looking at their website, they have the more usual acronym so I’m thinking it probably was a mistake tbh. Or maybe this particular branch was doing its own weird homophobic thing

#radfem safe #gender critical #lower case g & q look similar? maybe that’s how it happ #*happened #looking it up it looks like it’s not that uncommon w mistake

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sincerelybubbles · 1 year ago

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You Don’t Actually Answer To Asks Y Lie

[IMAGE ID]: 3 screenshots all showing the tumblr ask inbox. the first has 3 asks on it, the first one sent (read at the bottom of the page) reads: “do you allow translations of your stories” the second one reads: “Do you allow translations of your work?” and the third reads: “y do you not answer asks”. The second screenshot shows one ask that reads: “hello?” with many o’s and question marks. The third screenshot shows a final ask reading: “y u ignore asks”. [IMAGE ID END]

um, good morning !

first and foremost: nobody online owes you shit, anon. like literally nobody, especially not someone who just posts bnha fanfiction at incredibly random increments. it’s just not how the world works.

i get that u asked a question and (im assuming) really really want to translate my writing, but i’m allowed to not answer literally anything in my inbox for whatever reason without getting spammed? like, i would understand maybe a reminder ask to make sure tumblr didn’t delete your ask, but, in general, this was excessive.

the internet is here for your convenience and entertainment , yes, but that doesn’t mean that *i* am here for your convenience and entertainment. i provide a free service (and honestly don’t even provide it regularly) because i want to, not because i’m obligated.

and, that goes for literally any request for fanfiction authors. “you wrote this ooc” or “you need to update this” or sending requests or telling the author how their fics should end — literally anything you could think of, people online who you are Not Paying Or Bartering Services From can just ignore you. that’s how it works.

moving past that (if i were somehow obligated to answer your ask immediately) i haven’t been online and answering asks and just ignoring yours to be mean or something. i haven’t actually been on the app for longer than maybe 2 mins at a time in over a month because … and i know this might be a foreign in concept for you and your view of people online … i have been busy!

i’m also not in the habit of checking my asks, to be completely truthful. it’s been over a year since i’ve gotten one, other than the literal two last month, if i’m remembering correctly, because 99% of my followers are lurkers (i love you all dearly and am exactly the same way) but i’m just. not in the habit of checking!!

to answer your question, though, no. i’m not comfortable with people translating my works because i feel like it opens the floodgates for people copying and pasting my works and posting them as their own without me able to check and regulate it. if i were to have works translated, i def wouldn’t feel comfortable with someone on anon asking to do it because i would want to know where and when they were posting the translations and i would probably talk to whoever wanted to translate extensively before letting them post anything (mainly to make sure they’re not just going to slap my fanfic into google translate tbh).

and, i’m going to be honest with you buddy, what you really should take out of this interaction is that you probably really need to get offline for a few hours. it’s not the end of the world if one blog doesn’t answer your ask within the week that you sent it. i didn’t see it, i wasn’t maliciously ignoring you, and (for anyone wondering or waiting for an ask to be answered) i always intend to get to asks eventually, im just not going to always answer super fast. and sometimes i won’t answer if it’s something i don’t want to answer or a request i don’t want to do or literally any other reason because I Don’t Have To.

(if there are any typos in this, i’m sorry, i just woke up for a little morning fanfic read after not being able to sleep and saw this … mess. now, i have a rlly nice anon to answer and imma do that :) this was in no way to discourage people sending me asks — this was to discourage people from spamming me because i didn’t answer on the timeline they’ve imposed on me)

#bubbs.asks #anon !

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beauleifu · 2 years ago

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AHHHHHHHHHH I JUST SAW YOU UPDATED AND I READ IT AND THIS IS MORE TENSE THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE BUT IT MAKES SENSE AND IT’S GOOD.

Sorry, I’ve been smiling like an idiot the past hour I was reading this for. The gang’s all here! But yeah the reaction from both sides is to be expected, I mean think about it. You’re all buried under rubble about to die, then you feel a strange surge of energy that keeps you going long enough to escape death, before getting a signal from the tech savvy of the group to this half occupied apartment complex, probably as hungry as a bear too, and before said techie can explain what’s up, what you see as fresh meat lets itself in rudely turning on the light.

We just read the pov of the other hand.

Seeing as how one of them smells foul and all that, we can assume he’s been busying himself playing with his food before consumption.

God I hope they all take a shower. I’m not normally sensitive to smells, especially my own, until it’s pointed out. So I hope that’s the case with them too. Or maybe it’s a fear tactic, I don’t know. Either way, I don’t want to explain why my apartment smells like dead people to the landlord. And as much as I want him dead, I realize it’s not going to help the situation by much, if at all.

I wonder if Monkey King even knows of our existence and the situation at hand. He’d probably be laughing all the way to the moon if he did, or be serious about. It’s certainly a 50/50 when it comes to him. That is, of course, if he even cares to know about Mk’s other friends.

Well this became a long one. Oh also on the rooftop there was a mention of Syntax opening a car instead of the bar. Thought that was funny.

-Owl anon

AAAAAAAAAHHHHH THANKSYOUSO MUCH

I've been so so SO excited to have everyone in the book and now that they're here im like ADRENALINE and SO HYPED. they are so fun to write, and yes, I wanted to make it as realistic as possible without giving you the real reason as to WHY they're still alive considering we saw them all practically die in canon lmk. But yeah I imagine they'd all be pretty hungry and the refrigerator + pantry won't belong to you anymore, so

but YES. YE S YES YES i was unsure of how to get across their POV without directly changing the script ('cause i wanna keep it your POV for the most part), but ppl like you think outside the box all teh friggin time it seems, so i dont have to worry?? Yay???!!

And honestly? If Monkey King were to be included in the story, I can totally imagine him teasing everyone but simultaneously lowering the tension in the room. Like, he'd realize that the spider gang needs time to compose themselves and gather their strength, but as long as they don't hurt anyone he cares about (or the city, yeah, totally cares about the city), they'll be fine. Heck, he might even offer some advice- rare, I know.

anad WHAT

THAT MIGHT'VE BEEN A TYPO LEMME CHECK RQ *bolts to AO3*

#owl anon #this ask made me smiling like an idiot all day DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS STUFF DOES TO ME #oh how we're both smiling #HA *pointing at eachother*#ask #beau answers #heartstrings

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ambyandony · 1 year ago

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>> Hello everyone its atreyu here!

>>to share with you my jojos bizarre adventure OC and the stand I made since people were interested! please excuse any typos, I’m a little unsteady, i tried to double-check in the big paragraphs :-)

Name: Anastas Maxwell P. (nicknamed "Stace")

Pronouns: he/him

Age: about 22

>> his eyes are dark blue or maybe grey I'm not sure

>> has had many romantic partners but currently single

>> bipolar sufferer (type I i think)

>> has tattoos but tries to hide them

>> bird and angel imagery enjoyer, scared of roosters

>> goes to the club with his lesbian best friend (who is also his wingman) and sometimes cries at the bar

>> he feels like shes the only one who hasn't legt him or gotten sick of him so he kind of acts like... i guess the word is 'simp', for her

>> people often think he has a romantic interest in her because of it and some have even attacked him for it because shews a lesbian and doesn't date men but shss really not ven his type

>> kind of hates the nickname stace/stacy but it's the only one he's ever really been called

>> his mother is slavic and he speaks a little bit of the language he picked up from her (im not sure which specifically)

>> his other parental figure is of nordic or finnic descent but again not sure where specifically, and they're a generation removed (was born in whatever country anastas was born and presumably raised in and has less cultural ties to the heritage)

>> has a bunch of s[tik] lying around his room from stints of trying new things and then losing interest

>> has a roommate (not the best friend) but they don't exactly get along all the time

>> can't afford things because hes very prone to impulse purchases

>> barely holding on to his current job and its killing him

>> can survive in fistfights and stand fights. doesn't mean he wins or is good though

>> tends to turn up somewhere looking really bruised and can't seem to remember why when asked

>> makes a lot of bad decisions

>> stays with his best friend sometimes

>> likes to wear a lot of makeup

Second Wind

>> This is Anastas' stand second wind!!

>> It's sort of a stand that uses mistakes as an advantage, let me elaborate

>> If you (as in the user) fail an intended action, it lets you "try again", like if you hypothetically throw something at someone and miss; it doesn't undo the action but gives you another thing to throw and the same opportunity to throw it without the target moving away. So how I described it was: what it does is "double" an action with different results, so it sort of overlaps two "times". When you throw the thing at that person and miss, it "rewinds" it to let you try again, but the second try overlaps with the first, so it looks like you only did it once because both instances occurred at the same time even though it had two results. So the first object, the one that was originally thrown, misses and goes wherever it initially landed, and the second object, duplicated from the first by the Stand's time-cloning ability, will hit the person at the same time (assuming your second throw actually hits this time!)

That's just an example, of course. It works in a lot of different ways. For example, going off the previous example, if you were aiming for a specific part of someone's body, missed that spot, but still hit the person, you still get a second throw, so both objects (the original and the duplicate) will hit at the same time. It works similarly with throwing punches, but before I get to that...

It can't duplicate entire people. However, it can still allow a retry of any individual action failed by the User; if you trip and fall, you get a retry on the step you failed to make. If this happens, you still sustain any injury you got from the fall, but at least you don't look clumsy! (and you're not on the ground) So it can't necessarily save you from injury, but it's good for recovering your footing, like when in a fight. There's one exception, though: if the injury would have been fatal (like if you, say, lost your balance and fell onto something sharp), and you manage to avoid it on the second try, then you'll still sustain the same kind of injury at a reduced severity (you would have been impaled and died but now you've just got a hole/puncture wound in your midsection and it hurts real bad). You'll probably still need to get to a hospital, but you'll survive, so the Stand can save its User's life.

Now, going back to the other thing I was saying, Second Wind's ability can also be used to double attacks as well as objects, which makes it theoretically pretty useful... but only when you're, well, kind of bad at things? Since it only works when you fail. Of course, you can't intentionally miss an attack or fumble something to try and get a double-shot or duplicate; failing was your intention, so you still succeeded. Failed successfully! And successfully failed at activating the Stand... Because of his ability's specific activation prerequisites, Anastas has developed a quirk where, when in a fight, he announces where he's aiming, where he's going/trying to punch. He feels that it raises his chances of doubling an attack, as it clearly establishes his intention and makes it obvious when he's missed his mark.

Even if Anastas learns ways to fight better, like better stances or the like, he usually intentionally forgoes those tactics and effectively 'shuts off' his brain during a brawl in order to fight worse; it's because doubling punches can be really useful... especially since he's developed his habit of announcing his intentions in pretty much any combat situation, which makes his actual intended punches kind of easy to block or dodge since you know where he's aiming. On the other hand, the more you block and dodge, the more likely he is to hit you twice, and since he has Second Wind also, this adds up to a potential 3 simultaneous punches from him in a fight. Anastas walks into the ring and says, 'I'm throwing', proceeds to throw, and wins by doing so.

Second Wind is able to hold its own in normal combat but has a better defence stat than power stat, presumably thanks to its armour, so they usually hit a lot right away to try and get the fight done quick because they're not good at actually fighting when it comes down to it.

>> and thats all I have on Anastas! as for the lesbian best friend i don't really know much about her i don't know if shes a stand user or not all i really know is shes a lesbian (and probably has dyed maybe really short hair). i kind of originally left it open ended when i first talked about anastas like 'if anyone wants to make the best friend feel free' and i still don't really have any ideas for her so...

>> Please enjoy!!! - atreyu

#jjba fan stand #jjba fan character #jjba original character #character profilette #fanstands #atreyu's art #good soup #jjba oc #jojo oc

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odinsblog · 1 year ago

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i usually use the anon function bc im embarrassed to ask people things sjfjfjhs but I've never sent anything horrible to anyone!! I'm sorry you've had negative experiences with the anon function before, you don't deserve that at all!! sending love!

[re: this post]

Thank you. I genuinely appreciate you rn

People like you are literally the only reason why I don’t completely disable the anon feature, because I understand that sometimes people are shy, or they want to express themselves without taking shit. I actually dO get that

But alas, as with everything, there are those who abuse what really should be thought of as a nicety, or privilege—some people just abuse it

Very long rant, incoming

So here’s the thing, right? Sometimes when people are online, they act and behave in ways they wouldn’t dare to irl

I’m not the government. I don’t have a staff to edit my posts. I’m not anybody special. I’m just some dude on the internet who enjoys sharing my opinions and other things. If YOU don’t like or agree with my opinions or something else that I post, you are completely free to keep scrolling or to block me. That’s fine. But when anons begin demanding that I phrase things the way that they’re more comfortable with, then we got serious issues

And another thing: people need to not be so quick to assume malicious intent where none exists

For example, I have accidentally typed the number 500 in a post when I meant to type 50–now, in the specific post, it truly was a significant error. But an anon immediately jumped into the comments and self righteously accused me of lying to make a point, rather than saying to themselves, “Hm, maybe Odin just made a typo”

And my personal favorites

them: YOU’RE SPREADING MISINFORMATION AND DISINFORMATION !!!!

me: um, it was a fucking joke? do they have jokes where you come from?

Or,

me: posts a video of an alligator and some cranes, and adds a bit of whimsical commentary

them: WELL ACTUALLY, THAT IS PROBABLY PREDATORY BEHAVIOR AND I THINK YOU SHO-

me: no. goddamn, I can’t be fucking whimsical on a social media site? eat shit. stfu

And also,

them: well technically, it’s not really fascism

me: maybe not, but it’s fucking close enough. I’m not gonna wait for people to start getting marched into ovens and say, “now can we call it fascism??”

I have literally had all of these dumb, stupid ass conversations (almost verbatim) here on tumblrdotcom, and lemme tell ya, it’s frustrating af

And other times, when I author a post containing a hyperlink on desktop but then later edit it on mobile, sometimes the hyperlink doesn’t carry over to mobile and you’re left with a post that may say “source,” but is not clickable. It happens sometimes, and it’s not a big deal, right?? WRONG! Instead of sending an ask to ask me what happened to the link, I’ve had anons accuse me of “not crediting” a source

I’ve had people use anon to accuse me of cropping videos so that I could somehow “steal” credit from others, and I’m just like … What??? Who does that? Who has the time for all of that? Are you aware that sometimes people on the internet see something like a video or a photo from somewhere else (also uncredited from twitter, reddit, facebook, etc), and then just post it here on tumblr??

And no, I am not talking about reposting someone’s art or other works

Look, if YOU get your thrills from finding out who/where/when the very first instance of every single cat or dog video came from, that’s great! Do you. Knock yourself out. Have fun. But don’t try to shame others because we aren’t all humorless poindexters like you

If I post something from tiktok, the video generally tells you where to go to see it there. If it’s a tweet or from reddit, again, there are usually twitter or reddit handles in the tweet. And NO, I am not putting a link to every single tweet or reddit thread or facebook post — if that’s that important to you, then figure it out. It’s not hard, and in the year 2023 most adults should have the necessary skills to find an original tweet, if that’s something that’s important to you. I’m not doing it for you, not sorry

(SN: I’ll never forget when I took my first college English literature course, and at the end of the semester I was on the bubble for getting an A or an A+ in the class, and our final exam was a written essay that would decide my final grade. I didn’t quite score the A+ that I wanted, and when I looked over my essay, the professor wrote on it: “Odin, you are the quintessential college freshman, and your inquisitiveness has made this semester one of my most enjoyable.” And after class, I walked up to him and thanked him, and asked him what quintessential meant? He opened his mouth and was about to answer me, but then he smiled, wagged his finger at me and said, “you should learn to look things up.” He was one of my favorite professors (had a British accent, eyeglasses and reminded me of Giles from Buffy), but I’ve never forgotten that lesson. Some of you very obviously need to learn it too)

I’ve also made what are very obviously jokes online, only to have people accuse me of misrepresenting facts—and then I’m like, do I really need to explain the concept of what a joke is to you people??

Like, I could see if it was something racist, trans/homophobic, Islamophobic, antisemitic, etc, BUT I DON’T DO THAT

I think that some people need to be seen as, or have a desire to be known as a gatekeeper, and instead of using just a tiny bit of common sense, they try to make mountains out of molehills to elevate themselves in the eyes of their followers

The people who act this way are truly joyless human beings, and they probably suck all the fun out of parties and other events that people are forced to spend time with them

Maybe try socializing a bit more? Learn to read (online) cues. Don’t be so eager to accuse everyone of doing something wrong just so that YOU get to look like the good guy

And all of that’s without even addressing all of the straight up racist anons that I constantly receive

Like, do people even understand that we aren’t inside of each other’s heads? Sometimes we’re all dealing with life and other stuff. And just maybe people are busy trying to have just a tiny bit of fun, and then the mf fun police come along and try to ruin shit? Because I don’t use a word exactly the same way you do?? Or because of an obvious joke?? You guys who do this kind of shit really SUCK

I feel sorry for you

I almost can’t believe this is the piddling little shit that some people choose to be upset over

Please find some REAL things to be upset over

Try learning to use the feature that lets users (gasp) make a post of their very own! instead of fixating on one goddamn mutha fucking post that wasn’t worded to your liking

I am not here for the discourse with anyone with an internet connection and a keyboard

Please go touch some grass

#anon #ask #answered #odin rants #please grow up #dont be so fast to assume the worst in everyone #stop trying to be a gatekeeper #lighten tf up

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natswritingz · 2 years ago

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A little detention fun (Eddie Munson / fem!reader) SMUT

(A/N- So I’m trying a new writing style, normally I’m more descriptive so my fics get longggg, so I’m trying a mix of descriptive & not so descriptive. I also had no time for in-depth proofreading so excuse any possible typos. Please leave a like if you enjoyed it, it helps me out big time and it’s free! My requests are open too, and more Eddie fics will be coming ;) )

Warnings - Language and sex. Unprotected sex, oral, closet fucking? Words- somewhere around 2.9k

The empty halls of Hawkins High echoed back each step you took, your swift strides led you to your destination of room 110A. Preparing yourself with a deep sigh, you pulled the door open and walked in.

"Well, look who decided to show up and join us all. Take a seat, Miss Henderson." You could feel your face turn red while everyone turned around to look at you. I can't believe I'm late, late to detention, you thought to yourself while taking a random open seat. "No one leaves this room. No studying. No talking." There went your plans of studying for the chemistry final.

You couldn't tell how much time had passed at this point, you would guess 20 minutes, but time does move painfully slow staring at the grain of the wooden desk. This was your first time landing yourself in detention, you were caught skipping class with your friend Robin, in hindsight maybe you should've skipped somewhere other than the girl's bathroom. The more you know.

"If I come back and any of you are talking or doing anything, you will be assigned detention every day this week." Mr. Guido threatened before leaving the room, it felt like a relief to have him no longer watching you like a hawk. You could finally breathe clearly.

"Hey, psst." The quiet voice caught you off guard, you kept your eyes down at your desk as you assumed the person wasn't talking to you. "Y/N." Now you shifted your gaze to the voice, it caught you by surprise once you saw who it was. Eddie Munson sat to your left, the man everyone said to watch out for, the dungeon leader of your brother's D&D club.

"Uh - hey?" Your whispered response made him smile practically ear to ear.

"I've heard a lot about you, from Dustin of course, and Mike." He began to explain himself. "I don't think I've ever had the chance to speak to you, I wanted to take advantage of this shitty moment." It was your turn to smile, you knew of Eddie but as he said, you've never had the chance to talk, which was strange considering you normally picked the boys up after Hellfire.

"I've heard quite a bit about you too."

"Yeah? I'm sure it's been all positive. I'm a martyr around Hawkins High." His sarcastic response warranted a quiet laugh, you shook your head while he kept his eyes on you.

"I mean I have heard a few positive ones but mainly 'watch out for that freak', or 'he sacrifices animals', but I don't really believe in rumors." His eyebrow quirked up in curiosity while you shrugged.

"Positives?"

"Girls love to write explicit details on the bathroom stall walls." You would hope he'd get the hint, you don't think you could explain to him the things you've seen without completely embarrassing yourself. Eddie Munson has a BIG dick, Ed fucks like an animal, E.M has the hands of gods, those were just a few you could remember off the top of your head while thinking back. He tilted his head back with a small smirk, he knew exactly what you meant.

"You know, I'm sure whatever people have written, doesn't compare to the real thing." You gulped while he started to lean towards you, you didn't want to read into anything but you couldn't tell if he was coming onto you. Although he could just be joking around, it made you excited.

"So those aren't just silly little rumors?" You felt your demeanor change to somewhat flirty and playful, you wanted to see his reaction.

"I can show you if they're rumors or not." He held your eye contact, biting his lip and bouncing his leg in anticipation. You were left speechless, was Eddie Munson trying to hook up with you? And were you really considering it? That excitement you felt began bubbling stronger, your mind ran wild with thoughts of where this could lead. You could picture him on top of you, your hips moving in sync, his skin against yours. God, I want to tug on his hair.

"Show me then." You made up your mind. You always found Eddie quite attractive but never paid much attention to your interest, now that you sat beside him with flirty banter, you had no choice but to recognize this little crush. He looked you up and down with obvious lust clouding his eyes, you were practically aching for his touch at this point. Your active imagination had no help in this situation.

Eddie pushed himself up and off the desk to head for the exit, he signaled for you to follow then entered the hallway. Taking another deep breath, you stood and trailed behind him. He had already made his way halfway down the corridor once you exited the detention room, you slowly kept behind to not raise any suspicion in case any teachers were roaming the halls. He led you both to a small janitor's closet that was far from where you had come from, it gave you extra privacy, you hoped Mr. Guido wouldn't make it back before you two could.

"I know this isn't some romantic set up but this was the only place I could think of." He shut the door behind you while you stationed yourself against the wall, then locked it from the inside. He turned on his heel to face you, he looked nervous. "Before we do anything, you sure you wanna do this? You call the shots here, we can stop whenever." His concern made you smile, you didn't expect him to have this side of him. Most of your hook-ups were quick and all about the other person, Eddie proved himself to be different.

"I definitely want to do this." You laughed at your own words, you probably looked like some horny geek to him with how ready you were. He took a wide step towards you, his lips just inches from yours, you could feel his warm heavy breaths. It drove you crazy to be so close but not touching, you grabbed the sides of his face to pull him in for a deep kiss. Passion sparked as you moved perfectly together, his hands planted on your waist to pull you closer into his frame.

Your kiss turned to a heated makeout session, your back against the wall as his hands desperately squeezed at your hips. You could feel the bulge in his jeans against your pubic bone while he pushed closer, you knew your panties would be a wet mess by the time he was ready to touch you. Removing your hands from his face while your lips continued to clash, your hand snaked down to palm him through his jeans, he released a small groan against your swollen lips.

It was hard to believe you barely knew Eddie and now you were about to have sex with him in a small closet but if anything, those factors made the moment hotter and more risqué, it was almost a dream come true. Your breathing became faster the more you kissed, it was the only sound other than the occasional muffled moan from Eddie. Using one hand you placed it between you and on his chest, you pushed him away and used your other hand to begin unbuckling his belt. You got it off in a quick motion and lowered yourself to your knees. A grin appeared on his face, a blush rested upon your cheeks while you looked up at his beautiful face, his smile drove you crazy.

He did the rest of the work for you, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered, you were beyond ready and almost too excited for what was to come. You took over for him, tugging his jeans down you revealed his black boxers, his erection was much more apparent now and from what you could tell, whoever wrote about his dick size was not lying. Using a careful touch, you began to lower his boxers. You had to bite your lip as his dick was revealed, the only word you could find to describe it was 'art'. It was long and curved up to below his navel, veins softly protruded on the underside of his shaft, his head was a muted pink, he was throbbing without you even touching him, and you were throbbing too.

You wrapped your hand around his dick, giving it a few loose pumps that obviously drove him crazy as he thrusted his hips forward.

"You're going to have to be patient, Eddie." You felt in control while he unraveled and whined under your touch, you always pictured him to be the one bossing you around and dominating you, but your imagination isn't always right. He took a deep breath and swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing in the process, it was hot how much your touch affected him.

Continuing to jerk him off, you leaned forward and used your tongue to swirl a circle on his head. A low moan could be heard from the man above you, his head falling back in pleasure. Removing your hand, your tongue ran down his head to the bottom of his shaft, he moved his head to watch you work your magic. Keeping his eye contact, you did the same motion, this time up to his tip, swirling your tongue around it once again before accepting his head into your mouth. Your lips suctioned around his soft skin, hollowing your cheeks the more you took in.

"Fuuuck..." He mumbled just loud enough for you to hear, his sounds made you practically gush. All you wanted to hear was his moans and expletives. You had fit all you could before pulling away and then taking him all in once again, your head continued to fall up and down, increasing the pace slowly. The sounds of your mouth joined the mix in the dimly lit room, you could imagine the sounds the two of you would make when he finally sinks his dick into you, it'll be such a release when he finally does.

As your head moved, Eddie relocated his hand from his side to the back of your head, matching his motions with yours to make you glide smoothly. His action encouraged you to up the rhythm, you went faster and kept a tight suction around his thick cock. He let out a moan you hadn't heard from him yet, it caught in his throat coming out as a stutter, he sounded like he was experiencing pure pleasure and you loved it.

"I'm gonna cu- Y/N." You knew what he was saying without him having to fully say it. Not being ready to end your experience, you pulled away with a pop. Not wasting a second, his hand was under your chin leading you back up to your feet. Being face to face once again, he kissed you with unbelievable passion, you shared saliva as your tongues danced in such intimate action. You felt his hands make their way to your jeans button, undoing them like you did for him, shimmying out of them, you were now left in your undergarment and the band-tee you wore that day.

"I want you to fuck me so bad." You rested your forehead against his while you spoke in your hushed tone and out of breath. A sinister smirk appeared on his face while your words came out, then he quickly pushed you up against the same wall you were on earlier. One hand reached to the back of your neck for support as he continued to kiss you, his other found the hem of your lace, submerging his hand down until you felt his digits on your swollen clit.

"You're so wet, princess." His words made you swoon, your heart rate quickened as he continued to explore you. His fingertips rubbed small circles, you had to bite back your moans as the pressure was finally being released.

"Just for you." It was hard to get the words out without moaning all of them, you knew you'd have to keep quiet to conceal your actions. Your response encouraged him to go faster, your hand flung to his bicep while your other grabbed at your covered breast, massaging it through the shirt.

"Fuck - you're so hot." Eddie murmured, he closed the gap to kiss you then pulled away to put all his focus into making you feel good. His fingers slid from your clit to between your lips, coating his fingers with your wetness before entering them. You gasped, his fingers slowly curling in and out, sweeping just the right place already. You pulled the hem of your shirt to your mouth, using it as a temporary gag to conceal any sounds Eddie would pull from you while he kept going. You were coating his fingers at this point, he pushed in harder, going as deep as he could. Teeth gritting with the cloth still in your mouth, your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head with pleasure. He did have the hands of a god, he knew how to please you perfectly and entirely. This was something you had never experienced before, it was like he knew your body better than you did.

With a few more motions, he removed his hand and brought it between your faces. Before he could bring it to his own mouth, you wrapped your hand that was once on his bicep to around his wrist, leading his hand to your mouth instead and licking it clean. His jaw fell slightly open as he admired you suck and taste yourself, feeling your lips wrap around each finger made him throb. You pulled away, innocently batting your eyelashes and licking your lips, enjoying the taste of yourself. He kissed you one more time before grabbing you by the hair and turning you around against the wall.

"I don't have a condo-"

"I'm on the pill." Without any more hesitation, he aggressively pulled your panties to the side for access. He used his hand to guide the tip of his dick up and down your slickness, slowly inching it in with a soft groan. You whined when he pushed himself all the way in, your walls clenching around his shaft as he sat there for a few seconds to let you get used to his size. He began to gently rock his hips, pleasure rippled up through your stomach to your brain, it was almost overwhelming how good it felt. It didn't take long for him to begin crashing into you, each thrust setting off internal fireworks, his balls slapping against your clit, causing a clapping noise.

"You're so fucking tight." He took ahold of your hair again, pulling your face away from the wall and whispering in your ear. You reached your hand down to hold your panties to the side, letting him take his hand off to rub circles around your clit.

"You're taking me like such a good girl, princess." This was a whole different Ed than when you were blowing him, he was confident and wild, you liked this side of him just as much as you like the other. He was incredibly hot no matter what he was doing.

"Ugh - Eddie, you're going to make me cum." Your whisper was harsh as you gasped for breath at the same time, his grip on your hair tightened.

"I wanna feel you cum all over this dick." He pushed against you harder. Your legs felt weak and trembled as he took you from behind, small whines continued to escape your pursed lips. His hand kept up with the speed of his thrusts, giving you a perfect mixed sensation between your thighs. You could feel the pressure of your orgasm coming on, now waiting for the pure bliss you were about to feel. Your legs locked as your muscles began to tighten, a small moan escaped your lips as you began to finish. You could tell he was close behind as he picked up momentum but fell into you sloppily. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." You could feel your pussy pulsating while he unloaded in you, his warm cum filling you as he sunk in exhausted. You two stood there, attempting to desperately collect your breaths.

He pulled himself out and helped pull your panties back to cover you, somehow making that a sweet gesture. You two recollected yourselves, you put your pants back on, he tucked himself away and returned the belt to the loops of his jeans. You caught him taking glances at you while you got ready which led to the two of you blushing and looking down. Something felt different like a spark went off. You couldn't tell if it was real or just the moment speaking, but you could feel yourself already starting to fall for him.

"I wanted to ask you something." You broke the silence after the two of you found yourselves sitting on the concrete across from each other. Interested, he lifted his head to look at you. "Take me out sometime?" It felt like the scariest thing you've said to him today, even compared to the 'I want you to fuck me so bad' that slipped from your mouth earlier. His lips turned to a smile, a genuine smile.

"I'd love to, princess."

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