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your-highnessmarvel · 4 months ago

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Cantankerous

AN: So some of yall ( namely @jana-jaeynneee @delicateblues @blondegirlie )requested a part two to THIS and I mean, I must oblige the populace. So here's another brain rot of Billy Butcher.

This can be read as a sequel to THIS or as a oneshot either way. Y'all ready for some more madness?

WARNINGS: SMUT SMUT SMUT, breath play, kink size, age-gap if you squint.

MINORS DNI BELOW THE CUT

The safehouse was so quiet you could've heard a mouse walk the entire length of the kitchen. But no one was here. It was just you and the silence and the loudly walking mouse that was meandering across the makeshift living room. Oh and Butcher - Billy - whatever. But he was snoring like a cow in heat on the couch, the tiny TV droning and casting a greyish blue glow onto his sleeping features.

When you'd found him there, you'd almost padded back to your little corner and called it a night. But a growl in your tummy made you ache for something to nibble on. And now that the team was basically under government watch and the FBI's Most Wanted list, it's not like Frenchie was stocking the fridge with nutrient dense foods.

It was mostly bread, peanut butter, bananas or avocados (depending on which ones came on special first), and a few cold cuts he could swipe.

But this time, as you pulled the mini fridge open, you wanted to smack Frenchie on the shaved side of his idiot head. There was nothing but one darkening banana and a Doctor Pepper in there.

"Stupid," you mumbled, grasping onto the banana.

"You should have your head checked out, hun."

You rolled your eyes, groaning inwardly as you turned to the man sitting up on the couch like a revenant. He turned his head, snuggled his chin onto the back of the couch, and pouted at you.

"Why?" you asked, closing the fridge door with a bang.

He lifted one dark brow. "Because you're over there calling a 'fridgerator stupid."

You leaned back against the counter and crossed your ankles. "Who says I called the fridge stupid?"

He shrugged. "Who knows why you women do them things that you do." And just as you were about to tell him where he could shove his opinion, he sighed and asked, "Fancy a midnight nibble, yeah?"

You recoiled, swallowing your retort before showing him the banana from across the room. "There's only one thing left to eat before God knows when."

He made a face, more like a grimace, somewhere between pain and resolution. "Have it," he said, waving you away.

Ever since that night at the Seducer's mansion, it's like everything had changed for you while not the slightest thing had shifted for Butcher - Billy.

It's like he hadn't culled two orgasms from you.

It's like he hadn't told you those things that were absolutely not lies.

He'd barely talked to you since, waltzing into the next month as if you were just a decoration hung on the wall that you caught him looking at once in a while, but otherwise, he resorted to silence with you.

He never asked you anything. He never answered your questions. Even when it was just the two of you at the safehouse, like tonight, he'd knock out on the couch after a few beers and lull you to sleep with the sound of his snoring.

This was the first time in 4 weeks he'd spoken a direct word at you.

"I could split it," you said, gesturing to the banana.

He shook his head, raked a hand over the left side of his face. "Did I ever tell you my series of fun facts?" he asked, looking at the TV so all you could see was the back of his head.

You'd heard him have a shower an hour ago, cursing at the cold water and the lack of proper space for his abnormally large body.

Whenever the boys took a shower, in that cramped, open space beside the kitchen, you made it your mission to count how many cracks there were in the wall. Aside from the safehouse having no proper bathroom utilities, the "shower" had no curtain. It was just a shower head off the wall with a handle to open it.

So when you'd heard the shower head squeal to life an hour ago, you'd turned in your little cot and pretended that you weren't jealous of that water. Of the droplets running between his pecks, gliding down his tummy, running along the small hairs on his arms. Of the water that caressed the planes of his face, that rushed into his hair, that tumbled along the hard ridges of his back.

It had been insanely hard not to get lost in those thoughts. You were trying to forget Billy Butcher, to classify him as your leader instead of as the recipient of your antiquated school-girl crush. You knew Billy didn't think that way of you, you were certain. All those things that he told you while he'd been two knuckles deep in your cunt, even if they weren't lies, had to have been in the heat of the moment.

You thought better of Billy Butcher--higher. There was no way a man of his age, his experience, would be as cliché as to want to fuck his twenty-something coworker.

"Your series of fun facts?" you asked back, throwing those thoughts back into your head, in a drawer so deep, locked away, so forgotten you'd never risk finding it again.

He snorted. "Sounds nerdy, I know, you'll love it." He patted the side of the couch next to him, a dull invitation.

Truth is, even if you had tried to ignore him as well, a part of you had missed being close to him. He was a genuinely nice and funny human being, when he wasn't chopping arms off or punching people in the head.

Sometimes, when it was just the two of you - well, before the whole Seducer incident - he could be wholeheartedly nice to you. He'd made you a sandwich once when a pad fell out of your toiletries bag and he so eloquently yelled to everyone in the room that you were on the rag. He'd cut your hair--surprisingly well--when you had the remains of the mailman's brains gathered in chunks in your hair.

So that pat on the couch was like an old reminder of the relationship you'd had with him before...well before everything.

You padded towards him, bare feet on the cold cement. He looked at you over his shoulder, taking in the long pajama pants, the long t-shirt.

When you sat dow beside him, sinking into the couch, you took a glance at him. He was still dressed in his black jeans but he'd switched his open blouse for a long-sleeve black sweater that hugged onto his shoulders like a glove.

"They say," he started, smiling, raising a finger as if he was in deep thought. "That the same bacteria found in yogurt can be found in a blue whale's vagina."

You glazed your eyes. "I don't know why I expected anything less," you groaned.

He chuckled. "Get this, right," he continued, shuffling on the couch to get more comfortable. "Crocodiles mate by like twisting 'round each other, like some sort of licorice, and then the male uncovers his hidden penis like a gun and shoots up the female."

You leaned your head back onto the couch and groaned again. "Are these fun facts going to serve me in real life?"

He leaned forward, as if to tell you a juicy secret, his weight dipping the couch so your shoulder slid an inch closer to him. "Sometimes, male elephants use their giant dicks as a fifth leg."

That made you smile and burst into giggles. "Why would that be of any service to them at all?" you chuckled, raising your head to meet his eyes.

He shrugged, grimaced at you. "Maybe they can run faster," he offered.

"Doubt it."

"Oi, maybe they use it as a weapon of some sorts."

"What, like a sword?"

"Dunno, I'm not the one with a giant fifth leg."

You started laughing, a real laugh that tore at your gut and made you throw your head back. Of everything Butcher was, he was a walking comedian. Sure, it enclosed a multitude of unhealed trauma, but the things he could pull out of his magic hat could be the difference between a dreadful nightmare or a peaceful sleep. And that's always something you'd appreciated from him.

"I wanna ask you somethin', little Truthteller," he asked, suddenly somber, as if the lights in his head had dimmed all at once.

The little nickname, the pet name, drew the breath from your lungs and swiped the smile off your face, bringing you back the that box beneath the floor. The enclosed space where it was just you and him, and you and his breathing, his kisses, his caresses.

The grip you had on the banana tightened.

"First of all," he sighed, cocking his head to look at you. "Are you going to eat that fucking banana or keep teasing me?"

"Here!" you said, smiling, handing him the fruit. "I said take it if you're hungry."

He swiped it from you, grazing his fingers against your knuckles. "Thanks," he mumbled, peeling it and wolfing it down in three bites.

Well, you thought. There goes my midnight snack.

"Are you..." he trailed off, swallowing the last of his banana before dumping the peel on the coffee table. "Are you angry with me or something or the other?"

You frowned, taken aback. If anything, you'd thought he was mad at you for something or the other.

"Don't tell me you're that boomer who assumes every woman is mad at something," you grumbled, crossing your arms.

His eyes dipped to your chest for a fraction of a second, so quickly that you'd have missed it had you blinked. The action of crossing your arms had pushed your breasts together, making it obvious that you weren't wearing a bra.

Something dark and slow, like molasses, stirred in your belly.

"First thing's first, young lady, I'm not a boomer," he corrected, grabbing your wrist, "and secondly, please don't push up those pretty tits in my face unless you're willing to suffer the consequences," and he dropped your arm.

You gulped, feeling heat spread deep in your belly, across your chest, and into your head.

Your heartbeat picked up, like a tiny little drummer boy was kicking to life inside you.

He leaned back, dropping your wrist like nothing happened, and you hated him for it.

"I'm not angry," you answered decidedly. "I'm just... I just don't know how to behave around you."

He huffed, then turned to you and waved you over, making his chest appear like the most comfortable pillow.

You swallowed.

"Come on," he guffawed, gesturing to you again. "I want to tell you somethin' and I'm afraid that cunt Frenchie bugged up this dump."

You blinked, feeling the heat crawl up your cheeks like slow melting butter. But then you found yourself moving forward, crawling and closing the small space between the both of you until you were kneeling beside him.

He laughed silently, the dimples in his cheeks creasing. From up close, you could see the lines beside his eyes, the deep green of his irises, the way his black hair curled at the tip slightly.

He watched you watching him, following your gaze. You'd never seen each other this close before. The last time you'd been close enough to feel his breath on your cheeks, it had been pitch black.

"If you're refferin' to the last time we went on a mission alone," he said, his voice a few octaves lower, graver, raspier--as if he was straining against himself. "I'm not angry."

You nodded, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You felt his finger press under your chin, dragging your eyes back to his. They were kind, downturned as if he was concerned. "I didn't mean to force you into anythin'," he murmured, watching as you opened your mouth.

"You didn't," you answered quickly. "It was hurting so bad," you continued, pressing your hands together, held like a prayer against your thighs. "I think I would've died without you."

He smiled, pressing his thumb to your bottom lip, like he'd done under the floor.

"Come," he instructed, grabbing you by the biceps and hauling you over his lap, so your bum was pressed right on his crotch, your shoulder nuzzled against his chest. Even sitting, he was so much bigger and taller than you, that you felt like a tiny rock in his hand.

He was so warm, smelling of something woodsy, something smokey--a scent so unique to him it made the volley of butterflies in your tummy take flight across your chest.

He pressed a big, warm hand against one of your thighs and flattened your knees, his breath hitching over your head. Your heart hammered, a deep throb against your throat.

"Did you like it?" he asked slowly, pressing deep circles into the inside of your left thigh.

You pressed your lips together, feeling his other hand cradle you against his chest. "It was..." you swallowed thickly.

He pinched the sensitive skin that he was caressing, the ache swarming your head, even through the layer of your pajama pants. "Don't be embarrassed," he cooed, leaning his nose against your temple.

"Butcher, I-"

"Billy," he interrupted, grabbing your chin and lifting your head up to meet your gaze. You gasped, meeting his eyes with a sweet-sour feeling in your belly. "Love, it's always Billy for you." He looked at your mouth, trailing his finger down the column of your throat before lacing his fingers around your neck like a pretty little necklace.

"You look so tiny like this," he mumbled and you felt him then, hard and warm against your bum, before he leaned over and ravaged your mouth, kissing you like you were the imaginary oasis in a desert and he was a man parched dry.

He groaned against your mouth, grasping at your throat like a lifeline, pressing until air was taken from you and you keened against him, both of your hands reaching for his arm, digging into the chiseled skin.

"Billy," you said, breathless, your lips bruised from his kisses, his teeth nipping at your mouth like a predator.

"Yes, love?" he mumbled, out of his mind, his fingers closing around your neck like a noose until you choked against his mouth. He swallowed your sounds, groaning against you. "Can't breathe?" he mocked, loosening his fingers ever so slightly and giving you just a sliver of air to suck onto as you closed your eyes. The blood rushed out of your head and back into your body, pounding in your chest, sliding slowly down your tummy and settling into your cunt like a heavy, hard drum beat.

"Billy, I'm-"

He cut you off with a kiss, squeezing your neck, letting you choke against his mouth until he gave you a few licks of air. He enjoyed toying with you and you let him, sucking onto the air he gave you, kissing him, feeling as lightheaded as a balloon.

When your lips were red and swollen, your eyes glazed, and your breath hard and fast, he finally took his hands from your neck, kissing your cheeks and your eyelids. "You did so good f'me," he panted, lazily tracing circles on your neck, watching as you heaved in breath after breath.

Somewhere, you knew your panties were slick.

He kissed your temple. "Breathing when I allow you," he groaned, kissing your cheek. "And now look at ya, pretty head empty, eh?" You knew he was taunting you but all you could do was focus on your breathing, getting as much air in as to not pass out on his lap.

"I'm so...tired," you moaned, reaching up to kiss him, but he grabbed onto your face, dwarfing your head in his big hands, and smiled down at your sleepy little eyes.

"But I've got you right where I want you," he cooed, kissing your other cheek. "Get on your knees for me, yeah?" he whispered, and you would do anything for him in that moment, light-headed, dazed, panties wet, soaked as you fell to your knees before him.

You looked up at him from between his spread thighs. "God," he groaned, pressing his thumb to your fat bottom lip. "Look at you."

You swallowed hard when he unbuttoned his jeans, his eyes like magnets to your every movement. He took himself out of his pants, root and stem, groaning and leaning forward to caress your cheek, his eyes serious all of a sudden. "Take your time, little Truthteller, I want to see every second of this."

You looked up at him, brows upturned, nodding. As he leaned back, you got a good look at him; he was big, just like the rest of him, angry red tip leaking precum already.

Your empty little head just wanted to please him, like he'd done to you beneath the floorboards of the Seducer's mansion, but a nervousness kicked at your belly.

Hesitantly, you scooted closer, wrapping your hand around his length, the skin scorching hot, listening to him sigh and melt into the couch.

You leaned forward, giving his tip little kitten licks until you pressed the entire tip of him against your warm tongue, wrapping your lips around him.

"Fuck," he whispered, one hand gathering your hair, lifting it away from your face so he could see you. "I'm not going to last long, little Truthteller."

You wondered, somewhere where your mind wasn't so empty, if he'd been holding out for you, keeping himself from jerking off because he wanted to do it with you. If he'd been thinking of it for so long that just the warmth and wetness of your tongue was enough to rip him asunder.

You took him passed your lips, wetting him with your tongue, then bobbing back up to suckle on his tip until you'd wet him enough to start a slow rhythm.

He helped you speed things up to his desired rhythm by pulling and pushing slightly on your hair. You used one hand for the rest of him you couldn't take and the other on the inside of his jean-clad leg for support.

"God, you feel so fuckin' good, love," he slurred, his accent even thicker as you sucked him, wet him with your tongue, hollowing in your cheeks to treat him like your own little popsicle. "You can take a bit more love," he cooed, pulling on your hair, sliding himself out of your mouth with a wet pop.

You gasped, swallowing thickly, watching him watch you with hungry, deep eyes. At your slick red lips and your heaving chest and the way your eyes were still glazed over.

He leaned him, pressing a hard kiss to your mouth, his free hand caressing your warm cheek. "Yeah, a bit more?" he taunted, kissing and kissing and kissing you until you were drunk on his lips.

He leaned back and you leaned with him, taking him into your mouth again, feeling that sweet-sour wave wash in your belly when he groaned out your name.

You pressed him further in your throat, squeezing your eyes shut, bobbing him into your mouth further and further until your air supply was cut and you gagged on him slightly. Embarrassed, you slipped him out of your mouth, covering your lips as you breathed in much-needed air.

He smiled, leaned forward, and pressed a kiss on your cheek. "Too big for you, love?" he murmured, his voice laced with thick desire, watching your watery eyes widen. He was merciless. He was enjoying the taunt. He was enjoying the way you were so pliable to his demands. "Go slower, yeah, relax your throat." He mumbled those words against your cheek, inhaling you, before returning to his leaned-back position.

You swallowed determinedly, taking him into your mouth again, the hand in your hair squeezing as you started to bob your head again.

"Right there," he encouraged.

You did as he directed, slowly easing down on him, wetting him, sliding him against your tongue and relaxing your throat until the tip of his cock slid in there easily.

"Yes, right there, little Truthteller," he whispered.

Your eyes watered but you kept going, spurred by his praises until you had him almost all the way in your mouth. You kept sliding him in and out, as far as you could, feeling his tip slide down your throat further and further each time you slid your head back down.

"That's a good girl," he continued, breathless, voice lost. "Further, yeah, baby?" You knew he was spurred on by the moment so you tried, gulping him all down until your eyes blurred with tears and your throat spasmed around him. He squeezed your hair, groaning, holding you there until he was cumming inside your mouth, grunting, his hips spasming up, as if to fuck your mouth.

You slid him out slow, swallowing his release, breathing in deeply, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

When you looked up, he was panting, head slanted back on the couch, chest heaving.

"Gods, little Truthteller," he groaned, leaning forward to wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes with his thumb. "You did so, so good for me, yeah?"

He kissed your numb lips, caressing your cheeks, pulling you back up on the couch. He tucked himself back into his jeans before bringing you close to him, snuggling your empty little dumb head against his chest.

You were cradled in his arms like a baby and when you looked up, you saw how sated he was, content and happy. He pet your hair, soothed the back of his knuckles on your cheek.

Then he smiled and leaned in, whispered in your ear, "Mine."

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notskinnyyenough · 10 months ago

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recipes for when you think you're about to binge (and crave something that isn't only veggies !!!!)

and its okay to eat when you need it babe <3

personally i can't live without potatoes or pasta so here are some good alternatives to please yourself !!

Potatoes and sweet potatoes (225 cals)

2 potatoes (180g)

1/2 sweet potato (75g)

peel the potatoes and cut them in little cubes (same with the sweet potato). Add spices bc they could make a boring meal a chief's kiss one!! I personally add salt, paprika, rosemary and thyme

bake for 20min at 180°C

Sweat potato nugget (recipe is for 2 parts, one is 178 cals)

1 sweet potato (150g)

bacon (40g)

honey (10g)

tomato paste (75g)

peel the potato and cut it in cubes of about 2-3cm, then roll them in the tomato paste. roll the slices of bacon around it, and use a spoon to add a little bit of honey on top

bake at 180°C for 25min

Pasta gratin (recipe is for 2 parts, 1 is 393 cals)

pasta (160g)

cream cheese light (100g)

tomatoes (150g)

cook the pasta in a pot. once they're cooked, add the cream cheese and the slices tomatoes in it and mix. you can add spices

bake in the oven for 10min at 200°C

Pizza on the stove (312cals)

tomatoes (25g)

1/2 mozzarella (62g)

1 tortilla (40g)

tomato sauce

cut the mozzarella and the tomatoes. Put the tortilla in a pan and let it on low heat (do both sides). once both sides are heated up, add the tomato sauce, the mozzarella and the tomates (I also add thyme in the sauce). cover the pan with the lid and wait until the cheese has melted (about 5-6min)

Cauliflower but better (201 cals)

cauliflower (90g)

mozzarella light (100g)

cook the cauliflower in a pot with water. add spices (salt, pepper, paprika, thyme..) once they're cooked, put them in a dish, add the mozzarella on top of it and bake for 10-15min at 180°C

Cheeseburger salad (577 cals)

minced beef (112g)

tomatoes (60g)

pickles (12g)

mustard (7g)

vinegar (4ml)

salad (56g)

mayonnaise (28g)

grated cheddar (25g)

cook the beef in a pot for 6-8min. add salt and pepper if you want. once its almost cooked, add the cheddar so it'll melt a bit

cut the salade, the tomatoes and the pickles. For the sauce, mix the vinegar, the mustard and the mayonnaise.

put everything in a bowl and mix !

chocolate smoothie (305cals)

banana (150g)

almond milk (200ml)

cocoa powder (30g)

ice

mix everything in a blender and enjoy !!

scrambled eggs (230cals)

1-2 eggs (105g)

milk (12ml)

ham (12g)

spinach (12g)

olive oil

in a bowl, mix everything together. add spices if you want, and cook in a pot until its done

zucchini pizza (278 cals)

zucchini (230g)

tomato sauce (50ml)

mozzarella (50g)

cut the zucchini in slices of about 1.5-2 cm. add the tomato sauce on it, then the mozzarella. add spices if you want, cook for 8-11 min in the oven at 200°C

I probably will add some more later !! enjoy it <3

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bunnys-kisses · 4 months ago

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Hi bunny!! I love love love your bakery theme and your writing, so well put together!!

I was wondering that if you wrote for Logan if you could do banana and chocolate muffins with a side of on the house. I think logie needs some love ya know

bakery menu

want to suggest your own items? then look at the menu, and pick out something you'd like! this request caught my eye because i haven't actually written logan yet! he isn't one that comes up a lot, so i was happy to see it! for this one i thought about a mafia au for it! so i hope you like it, thank you for ordering!!

banana and chocolate muffins ("i'm only doing this because you need to learn how to behave, rules are rules, and you need to follow them.") + on the house (choice: mafia au) served by logan sargeant (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, mafia au, mafia boss!reader, bodyguard!logan, dom!reader, sub!logan, nicknames (puppy), cowgirl position

"sargeant, huh." you said as you tapped him on the forehead, you giggled a little, "more like puppy."

you watched logan swallow as he shifted on his feet. he had to keep his composure, his job was to protect the current mafia boss. he couldn't lose focus, even if the woman he was made to protect was the only calling him puppy.

he had never been called a puppy before, always thought of himself as a german shepherd or a rottweiler. but to be a puppy made something stir in his gut.

he held his head high as he said, "thank you, ma'am."

you didn't believe that you needed a full time bodyguard. you had been trained by your father since a young age on how to protect yourself. you knew howto handle weapons and how to create weapons out of day-to-day objects.

a lot of damage could be done with a pair of heels.

but your retired father still worried about his only child and promised to hire a 'shadow', someone who would protect but, not be overbearing and in the way. that put your mind to ease, you knew that 'shadows' were quite helpful.

you saw leclerc's guard, a strong dutchman with gleaming blue eyes. but, you got an american. who was all smiles and niceties. it made you worry that he was actually a double agent.

he liked to hug, his laugh was rather loud and he often forgot to take his shoes off at the door. but, he kept you safe. so you couldn't be mad for long (except for the shoes thing, that you had to train out of him).

"he sucks as a shadow, father." you said after the first month with him.

your old man chuckled as he sipped his hard liquor. he cleaned back in the expensive desk chair and said, "honey. does he do his job well?"

your father meant protecting you from anyone out to harm you. but, you found another purpose for mister sargeant.

he was naked in your large bed and you were laid beside him. your hands roamed his body as you kissed at his strong jaw. he'd let out soft noises as his cock twitched in his briefs.

"who's my pretty puppy?" you asked, "you did so good today." you giggled, "i know you're not a big fan of charlie or lewey, but you did so good while i talked to them." you pinched his cheeks.

you didn't know if logan disliked leclerc or hamilton because at any moment the house of cards of your alliances but collapse. or because leclerc and hamilton liked to mess with you. like when hamilton pulled you close to see if you liked the new cologne he wore. or when leclerc curled a strand of hair around his nimble fingers and asked when you got that new haircut.

when logan shot daggers at them, the other's bodyguards were glaring at him. regardless, you had a good night.

"thank you, ma'am." he said, flowering at your touch. you smiled down at him as you continued to pepper his face with kisses. you held his face while his rough fingers brushed across your side.

"always so good to me. did you know that, puppy? that you're just such a big strong man, my precious bodyguard." you smiled before you kissed him some more.

his precum was staining the front of the briefs he wore. he loved your touches on him, it was like being touched by the sun. you kissed him a few more times because before you got up on his waist.

you sat on his toned stomach before you pulled down his briefs as a weird angle. you felt a thrill run through you as logan helped you taking them off.

you moved down until you were rested on his thighs and slowly stroked his cock. you maintained eye contact, "who's my good puppy?"

he swallowed as pleasure burned in his brain, "i am, ma'am." he wanted to grip your hips but you were control.

because of course you were.

you patted his face before you placed both hands on either side of him and sank down on his cock with ease. it always felt like a perfect fit. his pretty and fat cock, always made your mouth water.

you leaned over him, getting you get access to the sight of your breasts. he kissed at the flesh as you rode him. you held your tongue when you felt his lips on your nipples. it left a shiver through your body.

"shit, logan."

"mmm, ma'am. please." he gasped before he went back to kissing at your chest. your body moved beautifully on top of him.

"such a pretty boy. i can't believe you were supposed to be my shadow. you turn heads wherever we go." you laughed as you picked up the pace.

"can't help it ma'am, but i'm only overshadowed by your beauty." he panted as he finally reached for your hips and clutched onto your hips. he felt the curl of pleasure in his gut as you moved.

you leaned in to kiss him once more. he really was a beautfiul sight to behold. those pretty pink lips parted, his chest heaving with heavy pants. so take your bodyguard together piece by piece.

but what laid underneath was beautiful. you continued to move your hip, you held onto him by the chest as you moved up and down. his cock never slipped out of you as you kept your movements steady.

"you're too pretty to be a bodyguard. i don't want that silly face of yours to get all messed up."

"thank you, ma'am." he said as he held onto you, but didn't change your pace. but he knew he wouldn't last long regardless, he felt the circulation of pleasure in his body.

his head felt unfocused as his cock pressed against the softest parts of you. he really want fucking one of the most powerful women in earth. the thrill made him shudder.

you could have him killed, but yet he was under you while you rode him. you were his puppy. you kissed him once more on the mouth and went as fast as you could.

he whined loudly at the intense feeling, but was silenced by another hot kiss. you loved a whiny puppy as much as the next person, but you wanted your man quiet.

"pretty boy." you cooed.

he came with a loud groan and almost covered his face. but, you suddenly pinned his wrists down. you leaned over him and smiled a little. you panted heavily before you pulled him into a searing kiss.

you get your hips a few more thrusts before you came around his cock. you panted and slowed down to a stop. you wiped the sweat off your brow before you leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

he laid there as a sweaty mess, he was very pretty under you. his blond hair stuck up in different angles and his cheeks were flushed. you rubbed his toned chest and chuckled.

you gave him another kiss, "how was that, my puppy?"

he nodded, "perfect, ma'am. thank you." he took you by the hips and rolled you onto your side. he snuggled behind you and gave you small kissed behind your ear.

you rubbed his arm that was around you as you both settled down from the high of sex. it felt nice, to be held. you could defend yourself if you so desired, but if having logan play bodyguard during the day and lover at night, then you'd keep him around. <3

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jo-harrington · 8 months ago

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The Boy Is Mine (Jo's Edition)

Summary: A romantic night in at the trailer. And a first date.

Word Count: 1.7k

Themes: First Date, Fluff, First Kiss, Teasing, Banter, Geekery

Notes: My submission for @carolmunson's The Boy Is Mine Writing Excercise. This was a fun one, and I know the idea was for it not to be an AU...I guess technically it isn't (although I definitely thought of my STFF Eddie who...well...it's fanfiction *wink* especially since we're not gonna see their first date in the story). Thank you for putting together a fun game Carol.

Tagging a few friends who I think would have some great additions to this prompt: @eddiemunsonbignaturals @undead-supernova @storiesbyrhi

You can find my masterlist here.

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Enjoy!

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Pizza? Delivered.

Twinkies? Vanilla frosting. Not Banana.

Trailer? Tidied.

Sheets? Changed.

There was a knock at the door and Eddie took a breath and held it as he stared at his bed.

"You're not gonna end up in here," he muttered to himself.

Ok but maybe you would. He could be hopeful. Maybe a kiss would lead to something else.

"No idiot. It's just a study date."

There was another knock and he turned on his heel and rushed for the door.

He paused at the last second--glanced around, ran his hands over the front of his t-shirt, and put the most casual smile on his face--before he opened the door.

And then there you were.

A backpack slung over your shoulder, 6-pack of Dr. Pepper hanging from your fingers, looking...hot effortlessly gorgeous...or at least he thought so.

"Hey," you greeted. "Sorry if I'm late."

"No," he shook his head quickly and shifted to the side to let you pass into the trailer. "Right on time sweetheart. Hope you like pepperoni."

Of course you did. It was your favorite.

"It's my favorite."

Eddie clenched his fist in victory as he shut the door and then stood back and watched indulgently as you took in the wonders of the place he called home. He committed it all to memory; the way your eyes lingered on Wayne's collection of mugs and hats from over the years, or your nose scrunched up cutely at the sight of family pictures on a shelf--

Please god, don't see the picture of him missing his two front teeth.

--or the way it scrunched further, more in annoyance than fondness, and your eyebrow quirked at the stack of video tapes beside the television.

Shit.

"Uh," he cleared his throat and swooped in, arm hovering around your shoulders as he led you to the couch where the pizza and his history homework waited. His hand drifted to yours so he could grab the sodas. "Lemme put this in the fridge so it gets cold. I have Mountain Dew...or beer, if you want one."

"Mountain Dew's fine."

"As you wish," he bowed and you giggled. He cursed himself as he headed to the kitchen.

What a fucking nerd--

"So you read the Princess Bride?" you called out to him.

"Y-yes."

"It's one of my favorite books! A story within a story and all of that. And it can be critical of itself. It's perfect!"

Eddie's heart soared.

The two of you went back and forth for a few minutes discussing the merits of the book and the way it provided so much suspense and adventure and escapism; something it seemed, and Eddie wasn't surprised to find, you both had needed throughout your relatively-young lives.

Before long, he shuffled out of the kitchen with two cans and two solo cups to find you comfortably settled on the couch with your legs criss-crossed and a throw pillow settled in your lap. You looked right at home, at ease with him, and he had to say...he liked that sight quite a bit.

"I ran out of like, nice cups," he changed the subject so he wouldn't focus too much on how much he enjoyed the sight. "Hope this is okay."

"Ok, well what are the nice cups?" you narrowed your eyes at him playfully. "Because I see plenty of nice cups right in front of us, Mister."

You gestured at the shelves lined with mugs and Eddie couldn't help but roll his eyes at you.

"Those aren't nice cups Madam," he scoffed. "Those are family heirlooms. The nice cups are the Star Wars: Return of the Jedi glasses I got from Burger King. Obviously."

"Well excuse me," you straightened in your seat and rocked your shoulders back and forth haughtily. "The fine crystal."

"And don't you forget it."

"And here you are, presenting me with...plastic. Like a peasant."

"If you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem."

He held out the red solo cup filled with fluorescent green liquid and you snatched it from him with a quick flash of your tongue.

Then the two of you got right down to business: homework.

You pulled a small notebook from your backpack and then asked to see his notes from class so you could help him get a better idea of what was important for an upcoming quiz that he'd mentioned the day prior. He was ashamed to say he wasn't the best notetaker, but you pivoted easily as you flipped through a few pages and went from sparse notes about Civics and the US Constitution to long drawn out paragraphs about the Riders of Rohan and graphic descriptions of the Meduseld.

"Don't be like that," you scolded him. "That's not even true. What is this?"

"This?" He waved dismissively. "It's just...notes for Hellfire. Ahem...Hellfire Club...my Dungeons and Dragons club at school."

"Oh yeah?"

"Planning a one-shot for my buddy Jeff's birthday in a world where Theodred doesn't die and goes on to become...well...it's just nerd stuff."

Eddie sniffed and thought back to the many times that he'd been cut short trying to explain his ideas to others; even Ronnie got on his case when he got too into it.

How many times had she heard him get into an argument with himself over the benefits of Mithril vs. Adamantium?

"Excuse me," you looked at him expectantly, breaking through his thoughts. "Nerd stuff?"

"Yeah," he shrugged and let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Nerd stuff. We're supposed to be focusing on History."

"Ok, yes but..." you reached out and poked him in the the dimple in his cheek. "You didn't say in a 'we should just focus on history instead' way. You said it in a 'you don't want to hear about this' way."

"Well do you? Do you actually like that?""

"Did I not just tell you that Inigo Montoya is the real hero of Princess Bride and not Westley or Buttercup not five minutes ago?"

Eddie stared at you like a deer in the headlights.

Ok. You got him there.

But...but...God...old habits died hard.

How many times had people not given him the time of day when it came to silly little stories and make believe worlds? How many times had the people closest to him not even taken the time to listen?

He'd already been sold on the fact that you weren't just a dream; how could you be real and actually be his dream girl too?

God, it was too good to be true.

Eddie swallowed hard and centered himself back in reality. He was gonna have to salvage this moment before he made a real fool out of himself and asked you to marry him or something. That would be a little too strong for a first date...and a study date, at that.

He grumbled something under his breath.

"'Scuse me? What was that?" you leaned in closer to him.

"It was 10 minutes ago," he spoke up, staring at you matter-of-factly, a fiery challenge in his eyes to hide the fact that he was actively falling for you. "Actually."

You threw your head back in a laugh and slapped the back of your hand against his shoulder.

"You shithead," you cackled. "Ok fine. 10 minutes. Now. How about we actually study for 10 more minutes, and then you can tell me about this...Dungeons and Dragons while we eat ok?"

He happily agreed.

Towards the end of the night, pizza and sodas had been devoured, homework demolished, and Eddie actually felt like he had a shot at getting a decent grade on his next History quiz.

"Alright," he sighed and leaned against the back of the couch. "I think we're done here. A success if I do say so myself. I guess I'll keep you around."

"Keep me?" you quirked an eyebrow at him. "Uh huh, more like, will you please come back and help me study again?"

"Are..." Eddie scoffed. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"You volunteered!"

"I volunteered for one study date."

"What, so a second one is out of the question?" he asked as he leaned forward and edged into your space.

"Well," you began with an expression that oozed contemplation in an exaggerated fashion. God, you were almost as dramatic as he was.

You were perfect.

"Well, if you're asking me for a second date, Edward? Then the answer is yes."

He clapped his hands together and laughed.

"Haha, see I knew that you couldn't get enough of--"

"But," you stopped him, and he stared, open-mouthed with words half-falling from his lips. "If you're asking me to come back to study? Well, then the second session is gonna cost you."

And he fell for it for a second. Just a split second. He thought that yeah it made sense if he wanted your help, he was gonna have to give something in return.

But then he saw the sly little smile that you were fighting to keep off your lips, saw the adorable little scrunch in your nose that he'd memorized earlier in the night, and the way your fingers fiddled on the couch cushion, as you slowly inched closer to him.

And he understood.

Oh...

"Oh yeah?" He narrowed his eyes at you in faux-suspicion. "Alright...name your price."

"It's not gonna be cheap," you insisted.

"I can pay anything."

"You sure about that?"

"Oh," he leaned closer to you now, volume and timber getting lower the closer he got. "I'm absolutely sure sweetheart."

You bit your lip slyly.

"I think fair market price...is a kiss."

"Just one?" he teased, lips absolutely within smooching distance from yours now.

"Maybe two."

You bit your lip to keep your smile at bay and Eddie had to stop himself from kissing you right then and there.

"Two?! Well," he sighed. "You drive a hard bargain. And who am I to pass up such a once-in-a-lifetime deal?"

"Just a nerd," you whispered against his lips.

"Just a nerd," he repeated, and then slotted his lips right against yours, ending your perfect first date with the perfect first kiss.

Just like on TV.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #prompt game #the boy is mine #stff updates #stranger than (fan)fiction #carol <3

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stalkerofthegods · 11 months ago

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Ares Deep dive

Ares is the Greek god and patron of many things, he is the edge of the sword while you hold the soft side, no god can be the god of war without the bloodshed, so don’t judge so quick, he is an amazing god, we love Ares here.

Herbs • Garlic, basil, buttercup, yarrow, ginger, anything with tiny yellow flowers, spicy stuff (ex- peppers, paprika), Water hemlock, Snapdragon, Poppy, Nettle, Magnolia, Ginger

Animals• Vulture, Colchian Dragon, serpents, barn owls, woodpeckers, dogs, horses, Stymphalian birds, boars

Zodiac • Aries

Colors • Red, black, and dark purple

Crystal• garnets, rubies, bloodstone, obsidian, red scoria, smoky quartz, red jasper, carnelian

Symbols• a helm, a shield, a spear and sometimes a sheathed sword, flaming torch, armor, palace, four fire-breathing horses

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• Iron, armor

Diety of• masculinity, civil order, Battle lust, courage, City guards/police, Rage, Violent deeds, Fights, Murder, Manslaughter, Quarrels, cheese, dancing, rebellion

Patron of• the Amazons, City defenses, City defenders

Offerings• Dragons, Dragon imagery, Dragon art, Strong dark red wine, Strong whiskey, Pure water, Black coffee, Black tea, Olive oil, Beef, Red meats in general, Cooked fat from meats, Blood from cut meats, Heavy spices, Spicy foods, Garlic, Red, black, and dark purple candles, Art or statues of Him, Statues of horses or dogs, Weapons, armor, and shields (ex- art, statues, toys, handmade.), Trophies, Spicy jerky, Sport drinks / protein shakes, Hand drawn or printed art of HimArt or images of dogs, horses, and vultures, Feathers from vultures, woodpeckers, or barn owls, Iron or steel jewelry, Red flowers (ex- roses), Thorns, Miniature or toy weapons and armor (especially helmets), Snake skin, Animal teeth, Write down your fears or successes and give them to Him, Medals and ribbons you’ve earned, Antiques, Photos of riots or past wars, hot sauce, Pork ribs, homemade meals, poultry, hare, venison, wolf hearts, chili peppers, lemons, green bananas, unripe peaches, batons, bullets, kendo swords, shields, military helmets, bullet-proof vests, military boots, military belts, dynamite sticks, grenades, lion pelts, shark teeth, ram skulls, explosives (handle carefully), Medals or Certificates, dog fur or dog teeth (ethically sourced), horseshoes, bull horns, war memorabilia, broken glass, spicy jerky or twiggy sticks, Carmel, sushi, stormwater, spicy salsa, Mexican food, chocolate or chia pudding, burnt matches, cigarette butts

Devotional• Create a playlist and listen to music that makes you feel brave/empowered, Donate to the Rape Crisis Center or other similar programs, Donate and support victims of war, Cook with garlic or heavy spices that you haven’t tried before, Try new things and don’t feel ashamed about doing so, Tell Him about your accomplishments, Tell Him about your fears, Learn about shadow work and try it for yourself, Learn about history, past wars, and past riots, Learn what they accomplished or failed to accomplish, Learn and educate yourself about the downsides of war and what can happen to the people affected by wars, Partake in combat sports (ex- martial arts, fencing), Exercise, Play some strategy games like chess, Risk, and Civilization, Stand up for yourself and what you believe in, write to your governor/mayor for things you want to see changed, attend riots, Pray to Him (ex-strength, ability to fight and defeat enemies, courage, to keep others safe, and help in a battle), go to a protest, learn first aid, educate yourself on PTSD, do unharmful things that give you adrenaline rushes (ex- amusement park rides, bungee jumping), watch action movies with him, pet a dog, Playing Strategy Games, Work on managing your anger, bones, go do axe throwing, a playlist that makes you feel, brave, energized and confident, keep track of your successes (this can be daily tasks, when you conquer them cross them off, and then offer the list to Ares), write down or draw art of your fears, go to a rage room, pray or meditate during thunderstorms, watch war movies and documentaries and play war/combat and strategy video games

Ephithets•Adámastos/adamastus/ἀδάμαστος/ΑΔΑΜΑΣΤΟΣ/ἀδάμας -unconquerable & indestructible, Ænyálios/enyalius/ἐνυάλιος/ΕΝΥΑΛΙΟΣ -war-God, Alcimus, Álkimos/alcimus/ἄλκιμος/ΑΛΚΙΜΟΣ/Adj - valiant, brave, Alloprósallos/alloprosallus/ἀλλοπρόσαλλος/ΑΛΛΟΠΡΟΣΑΛΛΟΣ- loyal to the struggle and to the souls who are engaged in it, Ánax/ἄναξ/ΑΝΑΞ -lord, king, Aphneiós/aphneius/ἀφνειός/ΑΦΝΕΙΟΣ -rich, wealthy, Arrectus, Árriktos/arrectus/ἄρρηκτος, ΑΡΡΗΚΤΟΣ -unbreakable, Brotoctonus, Enyalius, Hippius, Hoplochares/Hoplodupus/Hoplophorus, Íppios/hippius/ἵππιος/ÍΠΠΙΟΣ -horseman, Mægasthænís/megasthenes/μεγασθενής/ΜΕΓΑΣΘΕΝΗΣ/μεγασθενές -very strong, Megasthenes/Mægasthænís., Ombrimothymus:See Omvrimóthymos/Omvrimóthymos/ombrimo hymus/ὀμβριμόθυμος/ΟΜΒΡΙΜΟΘΥΜΟΣ/ὀβρῐμόθῡμος -doughty, indomitable, Oplódoupos/hoplodupus/ὁπλόδουπος/ΟΠΛΟΔΟΥΠΟΣ -clattering in his armor, Oplokharís/hoplochares/ὁπλοχαρής, ΟΠΛΟΧΑΡΗΣ -rejoicing in arms, Oplophóros/hoplophorus/ὁπλοφόρος/ΟΠΛΟΦΟΡΟΣ - he who bears arms, Phrictus/Phriktós/phrictus/φρικτός/ΦΡΙΚΤΟΣ - horrifying, Polæmóklonos/polemoklonus/πολεμόκλονος/ΠΟΛΕΜΟΚΛΟΝΟΣ -he raises the clamor of combat, Polemoklonus/Polæmóklonos, Sceptuchus/ Skiptoukhos/Skiptoukho/sceptuchus/σκηπτοῦχος/ΣΚΗΠΤΟΥΧΟΣ -he who bears a scepter, Teichesipletes/Teikhæsiplítis/Teikhæsiplítis/teichesipletes/τειχεσ��πλήτης/ΤΕΙΧΕΣΙΠΛΗΤΗΣ—he who storms the cities in battle, Vrotoktónos/brotoctonus/βροτοκτόνος, ΒΡΟΤΟΚΤΟΝΟΣ -the slayer of men.

Equivalents• Mars (Roman), Onuris-Anhur (Egyptian god), Tiu-Tyr (Germanic god), unnamed war-god (Scythian god).

Courting• unmarried, but courting Aphrodite.

Past lovers/crushes/hookups• Aerope, Agraulos, Harmonia, Otrere, Astyokhe, Demonike or Sterope, Kyrene or Asterie, Astyokhe

Personality• He’s a great father, and a great lover, I talk to a godspouse of his and they talk about how he calmed them and was always there. He’s a great father because I’ve talked to a person who their father is ares and he’s always there for them, he’s also generous.

Home• Mount Olympus

Mortal or immortal • immortal

Fact• Ares was the only male greek god that never raped or sexually assaulted any woman

Curses• Routing armies, Cowardice, Death on the battlefield, Military invasion, Sacking of cities, Rebellion, Uprisings, Sedition

Blessings•Driving armies, Bravery, fighting strength & endurance, Averting war (peace), Repelling invading armies, Maintaining civil order, Crushing rebellions, Restraint violent instinct,

Roots• Thrake, Ancient Greece.

Parentage• Zues and Hera

Siblings• Enyo (twin sister), Eris (sister), Apollo (half-brother), Artemis (half-sister), Athena (half-sister), Hephaestus (brother), Hermes (half-brother), Dionysus (half-brother), Hebe (sister), Heracles (half-brother), Aphrodite (half-sister).

Pet• four fire-breathing horses (Aithon (Red-Fire), Phlogios (Flame), Konabos (Tumult) and Phobos (Fear))

Children •ANTEROS (God of reciprocated love, son of Ares and Aphrodite), DEIMOS (God of fear, a son of Ares and Aphrodite.), ENYALIOS/Enyalius (A war-god son of Ares and Eris), EROS (God of love, a son of Ares and Aphrodite), HARMONIA (Goddess of harmony, daughter of Ares and Aphrodite.), NIKE(The goddess of victory, a daughter of Ares), PHOBOS (God of panic, son of Ares and Aphrodite),AEROPOS/Aeropus (son of Ares and Aerope.), ALKIPPE/Alcippe (daughter of Ares and Agraulos), AMAZONES/Amazons (Warrior women of Assyria, daughters of Ares and Harmonia), ANTIOPE(daughter of Ares and Otrere), ASKALAPHOS/Ascalaphus (son of Ares and Astyokhe), DIOMEDES (son of Ares and Kyrene or Asterie), DRYAS (son of Ares), EUENOS/Evenus (son of Ares and Demonike, and sometimes the son of Ares and Sterope), HIPPOLYTE (daughter of Ares and Otrere.),IALMENOS/Ialmenus (son of Ares and Astyokhe), KYKNOS/Cycnus) (son of Ares and Pelopia or Pyrene), LIKYMNIOS/Licymnius (son of Ares most say his father was King Elektryon), LYKASTOS/Lycastus) (son of Ares and Phylonome.), LYKOS/Lycus (son of Ares who used to sacrifice strangers to his father), MELANIPPOS/Melanippus (son of Ares and Triteia.), MELEAGROS/Meleager (son of Ares and Queen Althaia, but most call him a son of King Oineus), MOLOS/Molus (son of Ares and Demonike), NISOS/Nisus (son of Ares, but most accounts say he was a son of the Athenian prince Pandion), OIAGROS/Oeagrus (a son of Ares but some say his father was King Kharops),OINOMAUS/Oenomaus (son of Ares and the Pleaid Sterope or Princess Harpinna), OXYLOS/Oxylus (son of Ares and Protogeneia), PARRHASIOS/Parrhasius(son of Ares and Phylonome.),PARTHENOPAIOS/Parthenopaeus (son of Ares and Atalanta, many say his father was Melanion or Meleagros), PENTHESILEIA (daughter of Ares and Otrere), PHLEGYAS (He was a son of Ares and Dotis or Khryse.), PORTHAON (son of Ares or according to others of Agenor), PYLOS/Pylus (son of Ares and Demonike.), REMUS (son of Ares and Ilia), ROMULUS (son of Ares and Ilia), TEREUS (a son of Ares.), THESTIOS/Thesius (son of Ares and Demonike or Agenor and Epikaste), THRASSA (daughter of Ares and Tereine.), DRAKON ISMENIAN (A monstrous dragon-serpent, it was a son of Ares and the Erinys Telphousia.)

attendees• DEIMOS & PHOBOS (The twin gods of terror and fear), ERIS & ENYO (goddess of strife, hatred and war), KYDOIMOS/Cydoemus (The god of the din of war), NIKE (goddess of victory), OTHER ABSTRACTIONS(spirits described such as Rage, Anger, Threats, Death and Valour)

Appearance in astral or gen• In ancient Greek art, he was depicted as either a mature, bearded warrior armed for battle, or as a nude, beardless youth with a helm and spear.

Festivals • Artemis Agrotera/Kharisteria , and Genesios, maybe.

Day • Tuesday

Scared places• Odrysia in Bistonia, Thrake (his birth-place)

Planet• Mars

Tarot cards• Chariot & Emperor card

Scents/Inscene • Frankensince, Sandalwood incense, resin, burning wood (especially if Himalayan salt in thrown in since it reminds him of blood), and red sandalwood incense

Prayers•

Prayer to Ares for the Safety of a Soldier

Bold-hearted Ares, bright-helmed son of thundering Zeus and noble Hera, well-honored god of war, any battle will you face, any foe will you fight, without fear and without hestitation. Ares, god of warriors, ally of those who risk their lives on the field, to you do soldiers offer their prayers. You know each one’s name, O Ares, you know their lives, you know their worth. Great Ares, I pray to you, watch over ____________ who heeded your call, who practices your art, whose name you know well, for s/he is one of your own who does you honor with each day s/he serves. Ares, I pray to you.

In general

Bright-helmed Ares, strong of arm and stern of visage, firm of stance, unyielding of will, ever ready to face any foe, to hold the line against all who may come, to battle until the end. Ares, son of noble Zeus and wise Hera, cherished by golden Aphrodite, honored by those who call on you for strength and courage, in the north were you much honored in times of old, in Thrace and Thessaly were you held in esteem by those whose lives were harsh, whose world was stony, whose comforts were hard-won. Ares who answers the prayers of the despairing, I honor you

For Courage

Ares, fierce-hearted son of Zeus and noble Hera, full-famed you are as god of war. To you do soldiers pray when battle is most heated, when mettle is most needed. To you as well do we turn in desperate times, to you do we call for strength, for the spirit to endure. You understand the terror of struggle and strife, you confront it in every way. Ares, your courage is unquestioned, your might and your prowess unequaled. Ares, friend to those in direst need, I pray to you, grant me the nerve to face what must be faced, grant me the will to do what must be done, grant me the heart to forge ahead.

Links/websites/sources •https://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/gods/ares/

https://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/624476009567289344/ares-offerings/amphttps://aspisofares.wordpress.com/tag/offerings/https://www.tumblr.com/warriots/622104378198933504/a-guide-to-ares-worship https://www.tumblr.com/warriots/622104378198933504/a-guide-to-ares-worship https://scarletarosa.tumblr.com/post/187742800571/ares-greek-god-ofhttps://www.tumblr.com/diana-thyme/722942201197363200/greek-gods-101-ares @enyalios-shrinehttps://greekpagan.com/category/prayers-2/ares/

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Ares is the Greek god and patron of many things, he is the edge of the sword while you hold the soft side, no god can be the god of war without the bloodshed, he is an amazing god, we love Ares here.

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pinkynana · 2 years ago

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gamer boys are the easiest target for you. they barely interact with any other woman so the moment you find out haechan was a gamer boy, you promised to sit on his lap any time he wanted to.

warnings : cock sucking, boob job, fingering, finger sucking, pussy slapping (like, once)

taglist : @matchahyuck @jiminsfiilter @jaemjunie @babyjenono @woniebuns @thegracerammy @jyowui (couldn't tag the last two)

note: as the starter of this series, i would like to tell you guys that reader doesn't actually have sex with most of the boys except one. because the point is that she uses these men for their attention and doesn't want anything else from them. if you dont like that you can just stop reading from here. please do not complain to me after this. enjoy reading if you stay!

all the seats were taken at the diner when you entered it. even the high stools were all full. some couples, some friends, some families and of course there were people who sat alone. seems like you had to flirt with that guy over there sitting at one of the booth so you could sit with him.

you pasted on a sweet smile, rolled your skirt up to make it shorter and approached the guy that had his headphones on, focusing on his phone. you knocked on his table to make him look at you. he pushed the left side of his headphone to hear you saying "can i sit here with you?"

"oh, sure." the guy pulled his plate towards him so you could have more space on your side of the table. you took the seat across him. as you landed your ass on your seat, his focus went back to his phone.

it annoyed you.

so you tap on one of his hands lightly. he gave you the same look he did a minute ago when you asked to sit with him.

"what are you doing?" you asked curiously. "watching a stream." he answered.

"twitch?" he nodded. "i wanna see." you got up and sat next to him. your face was literally next to his, your cheek touching his headphones. you have no idea who the streamer was but you watched anyway so the guy would be bothered by your presence.

"ooh, can i have an egg salad, fries and a banana milkshake please? thank you!" you called out to the waitress walking past you. you actually wanted to eat a burger but that plan was canceled. there's no way you'd let this hot man witness how sloppy you eat.

"i can't hear him." you whined. no shit, sherlock. he had his headphones on.

he didn't say anything but he did turn his headphones off, placed his phone against the salt and pepper shakers so you two could watch the stream together. he thought you'd sit away from him, now that you didn't have to lean against his headphones to listen to something. but you stayed close to him. you were practically hugging his arm there. this stranger you met not even ten minutes ago.

"you're a gamer?" you asked him.

"yeah."

probably why he's not pushing you away. when else could he have the chance of getting a pretty girl like you to stick on him like glue?

"really? that's so hot. i always wanted to sit on the lap of a gamer guy while he plays his game." you realized how stupid you sound at the moment. you've done that plenty of times. this guy isn't the first. but still, it's your favorite thing because you could feel the guy getting hard underneath you.

"what's your name, by the way? i'm ___." you finally introduced yourself.

"i'm hyuck. donghyuck. i like your stars." he was referring to your hair clips that were star shaped. his compliment made you shriek in excitement. you knew men liked those sounds.

"thank you!" you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"my food's here!" you did some tiny claps with your fingers, looking at the food you ordered.

"can i uh.. can i get your number, ___?" he suddenly said, scratching his neck awkwardly.

he fell right inside your trap.

"of course!" you took out your lipstick and started writing digits on his arm.

donghyuck was confused as to why you did that. you could've just typed it in his phone.

"people actually still do that?" donghyuck's best friend, mark looked at him weird. and then donghyuck smirked. "i'm telling you. this is legit, bro. i had red numbers on my arm."

"she's like so hot but she still has a little side of cute in her too." donghyuck described you. and just at that moment, he received a call from you. he displayed your name to mark, shaking the phone in front of his face. "she's into me."

she's really not.

"hello?"

"hyuck!" you whined. "i'm so lonely. what are you doing? can i come over?" he couldn't see you but you still made a cute little face.

"of course you can, baby. come here. i'm just about to start my gaming session."

you giggled. "you called me baby."

"and does baby like it?"

"she likes it."

"then hurry here. i'll let you sit on me if you come fast enough." he convinced you as if you wouldn't have some sly tricks down your sleeves to make him let you sit on him while he plays.

not more than 20 minutes later, you arrived at donghyuck's shared apartment with mark. you still haven't met this mark yet and he wasn't there when you came. if you saw him, you'd probably try getting his attention too.

"hyuckie!" you spread your arms up high, asking for a hug from this gamer boy you've met for only three times, fourth if you count the lunch time at the diner.

he immediately gave you the hug and you snuggled against his chest. "i can feel your heartbeat." you said. he kissed the top of your head, catching the scent of your citrus shampoo.

"what does my heartbeat tell you?" he rested his chin on your head. "it's telling me that you like having me here." he laughed at your answer, pulling out of the hug and guiding you to his gaming set.

"i'm streaming today." he sat on his gaming chair, patting his thigh to invite you to sit on him. usually you'd sit facing the pc to see the game and how it's played. but today you felt too lazy to pretend to care about that. you sat facing him, hiding your face on his neck as you gave it lazy kisses.

"hi guys." he started speaking to his viewers. you hoped that some guys you messed with some time in the past would see this and recognize you and feel jealous of hyuck for being the man that got you now.

"is she your girlfriend?" he read a comment.

"are you?" he looked at you and you just winked, making him laugh. he left the viewer's question unanswered.

"flip her skirt." he read another comment which made you perk up. "guys, my channel isn't 18+. i'm not gonna make her flash you." you smiled, snuggling closer to him. you wouldn't mind it if he made you flash his viewers without even asking you.

soon enough, you got bored with just sitting on his lap and not doing anything. he isn't even getting hard underneath you, not to mention his attention that's fully towards his game. why were you even there?

you pushed his headphones away a little so he could hear your whisper. "hyuck, let's make out." he didn't say anything, focus still on his game as his fingers clicked on his keyboard.

so you started grinding on his lap, not caring about his viewers anymore. he turned off his microphone before talking to you.

"baby, let me finish this round first then we can make out." you shook your head and whined. "i want you to kiss me now." you pout your lips. "baby, i-"

you shut him up with your lips, finally getting what you wanted from him. you licked up his mouth, exploring it. your hands behind his neck so he can't pull away.

you hear a faint sound from his headphones that indicated that he lost the game.

but he pushed your arms and pulled away anyway. you had a feeling that he's mad at you. gamer boys' rage can be dramatic but if he got mad at you or yelled at you, you'd leave him that very moment. you hate men who yell at women. their attention wouldn't matter anymore at that point.

"get on the bed." he said. and you smiled in victory, seeing him ending his live. you giggled when you landed your ass on his bed, can't wait for him to get on the bed too.

you stuck your tongue out at him so he could immediately suck on it. "naughty girl." he chuckled. you didn't care about anything else when he finally landed his lips on yours, taking away each other's breath. you could feel him getting hard as it kept hitting your thighs.

gamers are so easy.

"hyuck, wanna suck you off." you said when he pulled away to catch his breath. "what?" he thought he misheard it.

"let me suck you off. i know you're hard and it's because of me. so let me help you." your fingers played with the strings of his sweatpants, waiting for his agreement.

"fuck, yeah. go ahead, baby. take my dick out and suck it. on your knees now." he told and you find it hilarious how he's trying to dom you when you've got the upper hand from day one. but you followed his instructions anyway, getting down from the bed to get on your knees. you pulled his sweatpants and his underwear down, revealing his hard and throbbing cock.

the thought that you caused this made you dizzy. you feel powerful. hyuck has no idea. he sat down on his bed, having your face in between his legs.

you started jerking it off while looking at him with round eyes. you even leaned your face on his thigh, moving your hand on his dick lazily. looking so innocent while doing something so unholy. you opened your mouth and let his cock rest on your tongue without actually sucking it. "baby, none of that please. just suck my cock like a good girl." he groaned and you giggled.

deciding to be nice, you closed your mouth around his cock as you moved forward so your nose hits his tummy. you let your tongue out so it could reach for his balls underneath. then, you moved back and then forward again. you loved the sounds that he's making. you loved the feeling of his dick twitching in your mouth. and you know you will love the way he pours his cum into you.

"you're so good at this." his eyes were closed and his head was thrown back. you suddenly had an idea of how to make this more pleasurable.

you took off your shirt, leaving your bra on so your breasts were perked together. you started rubbing his cock with your boobs while you kissed the tip that's peaking out. "fuck, you're so sexy looking like that." he started caressing your hair, praising you. the way he moaned louder and louder convinced you that he was close.

"wanna cum on your pretty face." even if you had different ideas, you're still fine with making his wish come true. so you moved your breasts on him faster as you started sucking on his tip.

"gonna cum. gonna cum. gonna cum. fuck, baby. fuck. paint your face with my cum. close your eyes"

and he did just that. his juice landed everywhere on your face. you're glad he reminded you to close your eyes. you could feel it dripping from your eyelashes to your cheeks. he moaned at the sight, loving his masterpiece.

"you can take a picture, hyuck."

"shit. stay still, okay?" he left the bed to look for his phone.

"open your mouth and stick your tongue out, please." he started taking your pictures. once he's done, he swipes his cum away from your eyes.

"you wanna continue?" he asked but you immediately stood up. "actually i have plans with my girl friends tonight. you can help me clean my face though."

you washed your face in his bathroom and he helped you redo your makeup since he's the one who ruined it. you sat on his sink, facing him. you had him standing in between your legs. "just stroke it up." you guided him to apply mascara on you. "what if i poke your eye?" he worried but you took his hand and showed him how it's done.

"you can take it slow. i'm in no rush." you ensured him.

"maybe you should just bail." he pulled the mascara wand away from your face. "awwh, but i haven't met my girls in so long." as if you actually cared about meeting them. convinced enough, hyuck continues to help you apply your make up.

seeing him this close, with such a focused face made you count his moles and admired how beautiful he actually is. once he was done with your mascara, you pulled him into a kiss, softer than your make out session from before. then you started giving kisses on his moles.

when you pulled away, hyuck had his fingers on your chin. "want me to eat you out, baby?" you bit your lip at his invitation. it was tempting, of course. but you want to keep kissing him too.

you thought of a solution. "maybe fuck me with your fingers? i really like kissing you." you gave his lip a little lick. he chuckled at your suggestion. "and you said you didn't want to continue after swallowing my cum."

he started kissing you again, this time with his fingers teasing your core. "hyuckie, want your fingers in me. don't you want to make me cum on your fingers?" you turned impatient.

"of course, baby. want you to make a mess just from my fingers." you loved the fact that he kept kissing you after you told him that you liked it. your makeup was ruined again at this point but you didn't care. kissing hyuck felt so addicting to you. he looked so pretty like this.

you feel his fingers pushing your panties aside to put it in. you smiled on his mouth. you thought you'd be cumming on your own tonight. you were thankful for making a last minute decision of letting him finger you like this.

he started pumping them in and out if you. "messy baby." he's probably talking about how wet you were and the squelching sounds from both your lips.

"nggh, hyuck. wanna cum." you bit his shoulder and started moving your hips on his fingers, desperate to chase your high.

"fuck, you look so sexy." he fucked his fingers into you faster than before, wanting to see how messy you'd get once he makes you cum for him. "cum, baby. you're doing so well." his lips came back to yours so he'd have you moaning on his mouth.

you started babbling nonsense when you let go and came on him. "fuck, baby. so fucking sexy for me." he slapped your cunt once before bringing his fingers to his mouth, tasting your juices.

"you taste so good. i should really eat you out next time."

next time, huh? as if.

"we have to do my makeup again." you said. "i'm sorry, baby. i'll help you."

you left his apartment after you're sure that you look presentable. but most of all, you left while being sure that all the next times donghyuck jerks off, he'll think of you. he'll use the picture he took and wish you were there to suck him off again. wished he could at least fucked you. but you won't.

this is enough. you made him hard, made him cum, made sure that he thinks of you next time. he'll probably even compare other girls to you.

you won in the game he didn't know he was playing. so who's the gamer now?

#donghyuck smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #haechan smut #lee donghyuck smut #00 line attention series

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gaytedlasso · 1 year ago

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The problem with trying to sneak out of Ted Lasso's bed is that Ted Lasso is too perceptive for his own good. Beard knows it's over for him when he rolls over to his side and immediately hears the first protesting groan. He waits a beat or two to see if he's maybe gotten lucky, but it's immediately followed by his husband's deep, gravelly morning voice.

"Baby," he complains, drawing the word out. "Where're you goin'?"

It doesn't matter how many times he's heard it, Ted's morning voice never stops being his favourite thing. The urge to stay is so strong. To give in and get that voice muttering the kind of filth that makes him never want to leave bed again. But Beard has to resist it.

"I told you yesterday that I have to run some errands this morning," says Beard, knowing that the determination he was hoping to find in his voice is missing.

"Absolutely not," says Ted, and before Beard can do anything, Ted's arms and legs are wrapped around him like the world's clingiest octopus. He begins peppering Beard's neck with kisses, and Beard can't help but laugh and lean back into them. "You've been krakened. You can't go anywhere now."

"Honey, you know I want to stay here as much as you want me to," says Beard, just Ted starts using his teeth, and oh god does he want to stay, but… "but I've gotta go. I've gotta get the groceries otherwise we aren't eating later."

"So? We'll get takeout," he says and though Beard can't see it, he knows Ted is pouting. "C'mon, baby. Can't you see that it's just raining? There ain't no need to go outside…"

He sings the lyrics in a low voice, lips brushing the spot just behind his ear and Beard finds the last of his resolve slipping away.

"Coach," he tries feebly, but he knows he's already lost.

"Baby," says Ted in reply, clinging tighter. Beard laughs and leans forward to kiss Ted's forearm.

"You win again," he says. "This ship has been dragged right to the bottom of the ocean."

"Mmm, you say that like you aren't winning too."

And Beard is. He has.

- written by thee amazing @tinylilemrys

also go listen to Banana Pancakes while you look at this for the full experience

#Banana Pancakes is such a tedbeard song I could weep #technically the first tedbeard art I ever did! it just been sitting in my WIP folder unpainted #but oughhhhhh look at them #MY BELOVEDSSSSSS #soft domestic tedbeard is so important to me #peep their tattoos too #it’s subtle but Beard’s left fingers say Ted in Morse code cuz he would #sketch.art #Ted lasso art #tedbeard #Ted/beard #Ted lasso #Ted lasso fanart

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lucky-of-the-draw · 7 months ago

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So, there’s going to be a lot of press coverage on what happened in UCLA last night, a lot of twisting the narrative from Western media, so here’s a rundown with updates from Al Jazeera.

1.) There was an unprovoked attack last night from counterprotestors against the encampment on campus (between the library and Royce Hall).

While the base facts of it are already terrible, as students have come forward to discuss the situation with the Al Jazeera news station, it becomes increasingly more concerning.

2.) No matter how this gets spun, no matter how some source such as CBS will try to defend the attacks, the combat and violence were not mutual between the groups.

3.) Security guards, police did absolutely nothing to aid them (big shocker /s). According to the solidarity camp and the People’s City Council:

Not only did they stand to the side, rather they filmed it.

Not to mention, as more of the situation is revealed, the attacks from the counterprotestors included:

Fireworks aimed directly at the encampent

Pepper spray and mace

Gas canisters

Whole and broken glass bottles

Sticks and branches

Further, this is the latest instance of attacks and brawls started by counter protesters. One of the previous mornings, counterprotestors showed up in wee hours of the morning to say “WAKE UP COMMIES” while playing Robin Williams saying “Good morning Vietnam” on repeat over a loud speaker.

Not to mention, there are signs surrounding the camp mentioning to keep bananas away due to a well-marked, fatal allergy. The response from zionists and counterprotestors?

[Image ID: the first image, taken from a distance, features a young woman in front of one of the buildings closest to the encampment, draped in the flag of Israel, raising a bundle of bananas as high as possible. While strained, she appears to be smiling as she is holding up the bananas towards the solidarity camp. END ID]

[Image ID: The second image features a tweet which reads: “There was a protestor in the liberate zone of UCLA with a potentially fatal banana allergy. [underlined in green] Counterprotestors invaded the encampment and saw all the no banana warnings. [highlighted in yellow] The next day they came back waving bananas like settlers waving machine guns [highlighted in red] & smeared bananas everywhere.” Next to it, a young man is featured with what appears to be US armed forces gear or fatigues, each pocket or holster filled with bananas, all of it equipped over a banana costume, and sunglasses. A line of text across the image reads “Peace was never an option” END ID]

The lack of compassion and empathy is appalling, but not new nor surprising. They make memes, taunt protestors and Palestinians with songs, smiling as they literally threaten somebody’s life within the camp.

4. However, most importantly in this, the camp not only survived, they are already rebuilding and taking more defensive measures.

While it is uncertain whether several pieces of artwork and the original props behind the fence were recovered, the solidarity camp has held their ground.

I wish the best for the protestors and the solidarity camp, and that their resilience continues in the face of this atrocity.

FREE PALESTINE. END THE OCCUPATION. FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA.

#palestine #free palestine #free gaza #usa #ucla #fuck zionists

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i99zhuo · 11 months ago

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Nini's diet ୧ ‧₊˚ 𓐐⋅ eat like blackpink jennie!

this is a guide on jennie's diet plan with multiple meal + a little workout routine!

content list:

1. diet specifications

2. breakfast

3. lunch

4. dinner

5. extras!

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✸ ꒰ diet specifications + workout ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

👒 important: I'm only sharing Jennie's diet, always consult a doctor before doing any diet, stay healthy people >.<

INFO: Jennie's diet plan is simple with meals that consist of good proteins, organic vegetables, fruits, and whole grains. In this guide I will provide 2 meal examples for breakfast, lunch and dinner that I have researched and are part of Jennie's diet.

The calories you will consume doing this diet are around 472 to 1119 depending on what options you choose to eat! [TRY AND ALWAYS STAY IN 800 cal TO 1119 cal DON'T STARVE YOURSELF!!!]

Diet duration: 3days - 7days

WORKOUT: Here is the actual workout Jennie does!

wunda twists (30s per side)

side kick kneeling (30s per side)

break (15s)

downward dog leg lift (30s per side)

downward dog ab cruch (30s per side)

break (15s)

jack knife (30s)

one legged wheel (30s per side)

bow pose (30s)

dancer pose (30s per side)

video ver. -> click me!

you can also do any of the workouts i mentioned on my previous blog!

RULES: try and make these changes in your diet in order to make it more effective!

> drink 8 glasses of water! (example -> 2 while having breakfast, 2 while working out, 2 while having lunch and 2 while eating dinner)

> reduce salt intake!

> reduce sugar intake! (use another sweetener instead, example -> stevia, honey, coconut sugar, etc.)

> have your last meal at around 6pm to 8pm

✸ ꒰ breakfast ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🦎 meal a: simple and light fruit breakfast 202cal

-> 1 banana (~~130g)

-> a glass of soy milk (~~200ml)

🌿 meal b: whole grain toast with boiled egg 138cal

-> 1 egg (~~55g)

-> 1 slice of wholegrain bread (~~25g)

✸ ꒰ lunch ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🥑 meal a: avocado salad 266cal

-> 1/2 avocado (~~120g)

-> 1 cup of cherry tomato (~~150g)

-> 4 pieces of lettuce (~~10g)

-> 1 garlic clove (~~3g)

-> a pinch of salt

-> a pinch of pepper

-> 1tbs of olive oil

🎾 meal b: salmon salad 216cal

-> 1 cup of lettuce mix (~~35g)

-> 1 palm of salmon (~~80g)

-> a handful of blueberries (~~35g)

-> 1/2 boiled egg (~~28g)

-> oriental sauce to your taste!

✸ ꒰ dinner ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🛣 meal a: detox juice 118cal

-> 1 apple (~~160g)

-> 1/4 cup of pineapple (~~43g)

->1 lemmon (juice) (~~15g)

-> 1 and a 1/2 cups of spinach (~~45g)

💶 meal b: porridge 280cal

-> 2 spoons of black beans (~~30g)

-> 30g of mung beans

-> 2 spoons of red beans (~~30g)

-> 1/2 cup of rice (~~100g)

-> 4 cups of water

✸ ꒰ others ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

✳️ these are some extras you can eat if you're still hungry or craving snacks!

option 1: detox tea (2cal)

option 2: fat free yoghurt (66cal)

option 3: oatmeal cookies (217cal)

option 4: latte (86cal)

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Hey ty for reading AND waiting for this one 😭😭😭😭 I'm so sorry but I'm so unsure about this one, it's my first time trying this format sooo idk if its fine or not??? I feel like it's all over the place...

well anyways i don't really have much to say 🫡

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musings-of-a-rose · 1 year ago

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I'll Always Wait For You - Chapter 17

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Word Count: 4200+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: Holy shit, y’all. Unless something goes completely bananas, this is the penultimate chapter of this fic. I can’t believe it!

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<;<Chapter 16

Settling back into a normal routine after being gone for 8 months, and after having been through so much heartache and out the other side, was proving more difficult than you’d thought. While Frankie confessed everything, and you forgave him, you also wanted to have some space and ease back into things. Luckily, you were able to rent out an apartment about an hour down the road from Frankie.

Frankie continued to be slightly nervous around you, as if he didn’t know how to behave. It took him a week before he tentatively asked you to dinner, your “yes” earning you a brilliant smile in return. He didn’t settle into himself until well after dinner, walking you to your door, making light small talk until you turned to him, your hands gripping his shirt as you pulled him to you, your lips crashing together. You barely got the door closed behind you before clothes started to fly, Frankie chasing you down the hall as you laughed, pressing you into the bed as your bodies melded together until well into the morning.

3 months later, you’re at Frankie’s house, just the two of you celebrating a year of him being clean. You’d cooked him his favorite meal, settling into the couch to watch a movie after. He wanted to keep things low key and spend time with just you - he said the boys can wait. He pulls you to him and nuzzles into your hair, holding you as close as he can during the entire movie. But once it ends, you glance at the clock and sigh.

“It’s getting late, Frankie.”

“I don’t care.”

“Yeah, but I have an hour drive ahead of me.”

He pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “That sounds terrible.”

A small whine escapes you as his lips continue to pepper small, light kisses on your skin. “It really sucks.”

Suddenly, the kisses stop, his lips pressed against your ear. “Then move in with me.”

“Wh-what?”

He pulls your earlobe inbetween his teeth, lightly nipping at you before pulling back, making sure you’re looking at him before he repeats himself.

“Move in with me.”

“You…you want to live together?”

“That’s typically what happens when you move in with someone.”

Are you ready for this? Ready to make that leap? His eyes are wide as he watches you think, and you know he’d support whatever choice you made.

“I’ll need some closet space.”

A smile quickly spreads across his face. “You can have the whole damn closet, Hermosa!”

Pushing him to sit up, you throw your leg over his lap, your fingers winding into the curls at the back of his neck. You pull his head back, looking down into his eyes, finding yourself falling in love with him all over again.

“I love you, Francisco Morales.”

Frankie confesses his love before pulling you to him, his lips gently brushing against yours, his breath catching when he realizes you’re grinding on him, He grips your hips, guiding you as you ride him, his stomach providing the perfect pressure against your clit as he quickly brings you to the edge, his name falling from your lips as you come. Before you’ve finished coming down, he’s pressed your back into the couch, quickly shoving his own pants down just enough to spring free before pushing your panties aside and thrusting in, hooking his arms under your legs as he fucks you into the couch, your fingernails digging little crescents into his skin as you writhe under him. When he comes, he pants out your name, pressing his forehead to yours, breathing heavily. He pulls out with a hiss, cleaning both of you up before kissing you again.

“Can you move in tomorrow?”

—----

You spend the next morning packing. It doesn’t take you more than a few hours, as you hadn’t really unpacked everything from storage when you got back. The place you were renting was supposed to be temporary until you found something closer to everyone, so you hadn’t seen the point in pulling everything out only to put it back within a few months. Frankie loaded up his truck and your car, leaving for his house, no wait, your house, at your insistence as you finished cleaning the apartment. Once satisfied, you took pictures and turned in your keys, smiling as you got into your car and drove to the house you were going to make a home with Frankie.

But when you pulled up to the house, a very familiar car sat alongside his truck. Parking behind Frankie, you get out and walk towards the house, voices already raised and loud enough for you to hear some words, getting clearer as you approach the door.

“...only need to talk about Aurelia.”

“But Frank, we used to be so good together-”

“Oh come on, Liz! We were terrible together!”

“Not always! Aurelia is proof of that!”

“I love our daughter with all my heart, but that doesn’t mean we were good together.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining that ni-”

“You fucking divorced me while I was in a coma, Liz. Who the fuck does that?”

“Well, I-I didn’t know if you’d ever wake up! I had to take care of Aurelia!”

Frankie scoffs. “You left her with Hermosa all the time!”

“I was trying to secure a future without you in it!”

“That’s sort of my point, Liz.”

“Let’s…let’s just take a step back. I love you, Frank. I don’t want to lose you. I see now how wonderful of a father you are and a great hus-”

Frankie’s voice is low, but strong. Authoritative. And you wonder if this is the voice he used when in command.

“Liz…we are over. I don’t want to talk to you or see you outside of anything to do with Aurelia. Only contact me through the Talking Parents app unless it’s an emergency.”

A few moments pass before she speaks. “But, Frank, I-”

“You pushed me on drugs, Elizabeth. Told me I was a fucking miserable person without them. Told me I was better on them. You’re the reason I got back on them. You and fucking Rick. And don’t get me started on how you treated my friends, especially Hermosa.”

“Oh that bitch was always getting in the way.”

“Get the fuck out of my house.” There’s that commanding tone, but this time it has an edge and it sends chills down your spine.

“What-”

“Get…the fuck…out of…our house.”

“Our house? She’s living here?”

“Get. Out.”

Frankie’s heavy footsteps echo across the wood floor and the door flies open just as you raise your fist to knock.

“Oh. I…I didn’t know you were here.”

“I just got here. But I can come back?”

Frankie shakes his head, pulling you inside. “No. Elizabeth was just leaving.”

You finally look at her and see a look of utter defeat on her face. She looks between you for a moment and then nods, pulling her keys from her pocket as she walks past you.

“Talking Parents unless it’s an emergency, Elizabeth.”

“I’ll be by on Thursday to drop off Aurelia.”

“Wait.”

She turns to look at him, a small glimmer of hope in her eyes.

“I’m filing for supervised drops offs. Meet me at the fire station on 12th.”

That glimmer of hope sizzles out and he closes the door in her face, pausing to listen for her fading footsteps as she gets in her car and drives off. His shoulders slump and he lets out a puff of air. You walk to him and pull him to you, his arms wrapping around you as he sighs.

“How much did you hear?”

“I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop.”

He chuckles sadly. “So most of it?”

“You guys were really loud.”

He chuckles again. “Well….at least that’s over with.”

You pull back and look at him. “Are you ok?”

He takes a breath and nods. “I am. Actually, I feel fucking great. I’ve set it up to where I never have to be around her without someone else, she can only talk to me through that co-parenting app, and the best part? My girl is finally moving in!”

He takes your hand and pulls you down the hall to his bedroom, but he doesn’t lead you to the bed. Instead, he opens his closet door and gestures for you to look. He had cleaned out half of the closet and left space for you to put in a dresser.

“I did clean out a drawer for you, but I figured you’d want your own space.”

Your eyes fill with tears as you turn to him, placing your hands on either side of his face. “This is perfect, Frankie. Thank you.”

You pull him to you, his lips pressing against yours before sliding his tongue inside your mouth. He guides you to his bed and spends the night between your legs, both of you celebrating finally being together in the same home.

—----

“ ‘bout time you moved her in, Fish!” Benny slaps Frankie on the back as he walks past him, a case of beer in his opposite hand.

Frankie nods, a smile on his face. “I wish it had happened years ago, but…” He shrugs and Benny smiles at him.

“I was rootin’ for you the whole time.”

“I know you were.”

Frankie follows Benny into the backyard where everyone had started setting up for a moving in BBQ. Stacy and Will’s kids were running around the yard with Aurelia, who had been dropped off earlier in the day. When she found out you were now living with her dad, she screamed and jumped into your embrace, her tiny arms winding around your neck.

Everyone says some version of “about time” to you before relaxing, Frankie manning the grill as Will stands next to him, saying he’s “supervising”. Benny was being pulled around by the kids, eventually being used as a literal jungle gym, the kids screaming with laughter as Benny would grab them and toss them in the air. His girlfriend, Olivia, watched him with love in her eyes and you could see the possibility of a future of them together. Benny was like the brother you never had and it made you smile to know that someone was taking care of him. The party lasted well into the night until the kids all fell asleep in their dad’s laps, Frankie calling it when Aurelia’s puddle of drool on his shoulder got to be too much.

You wake the next morning to Frankie’s hands on you, one hand lightly clapped over your mouth to keep you quiet as he rubs small circles on your clit, feeling your body shudder with your release. You feel him hard against your ass and you push your hips back, Frankie grunting as he quickly pushes inside of you, that hand still clapped over your mouth. He slowly thrusts in and out, nipping at your exposed skin on your shoulder as his fingers dig into your hip. His pacing becomes more erratic the deeper he thrusts until he’s panting in your ear, biting on your shoulder as he comes with you. When he’s done, he turns your head and kisses you before pulling out, holding you when you turn to face him, burying your face in his chest.

“Good morning, Hermosa.”

“Good morning, indeed.”

“Is the door locked?”

Frankie lifts his head to look at the handle. “Yeah, why?”

You push at his shoulder, getting him to lay on his back as you straddle his hips, rubbing yourself along his quickly hardening cock, spearing yourself on him and quielty riding him until he comes, his nails leaving crescents marks in the skin on your hips.

“Fuck, I love you so much, Hermosa.”

His hands find your boobs and he squeezes them, listening to your moan. “I love you Frankie.”

Before anything else can happen, a small series of pounds sounds across the bedroom door.

“Papa? I’m hungry!”

You both chuckle and Frankie grunts, gripping your hips to get you to stop laughing, trying to push you off his overstimulated cock. “I’ll be right there, mija.”

About 20 minutes later, you make your way downstairs, listening to Frankie and Aurelia sing in the kitchen and round the corner to see them dancing together, her little feet on top of his as they turn about the room, a plate of cooling bacon and pancakes on the table.

“Mosa!” Aurelia makes a grabby hand to you and you walk over, one of her little feet moving to stand on yours as she uses both you and Frankie to dance.

When you look up at Frankie, a large smile on your face, his eyes find yours, big and brown, love radiating off of him.

This is perfect.

—----

“Ok, this is so fucking cool!”

A few months after you moved in, Frankie asked to finally take you flying. You were thrilled to finally get to share this little part of him and to see why he loved it so much. So you swallowed back any fear, trusting Frankie completely.

“No wonder you love your job!”

Frankie’s laugh crackles in the headset. “I love it up here.”

“It’s…freeing? Almost? If that makes sense.”

“Yeah. It does.”

About 15 minutes later, Frankie touches down in a random field in the middle of nowhere, obviously having been here before. He turns off the helicopter and motions for you to wait a minute. You watch him grab a giant basket out of the back and walk over to a spot under some trees, spreading out a blanket and setting up a small picnic lunch. He comes back over to you a few minutes later and offers you his hand, helping you down from the chopper. He takes your hand in his large one, gently pulling you towards the spot he had just set up.

“Oh Frankie! This looks amazing!”

He had packed delicious looking sandwiches, fresh fruit and juice, and some of his homemade potato chips. You both sat, Frankie divvying up food and handing you a plate. As you ate you looked around at the field, wildflowers growing amongst the tall grass, trees surrounding the edges of the area, which was just large enough for the helicopter to land without chopping down any trees. The wind gently moves the trees, a familiar whoosh sound as it winds through leaves and needles.

“It’s beautiful, Frankie. How did you find this place?”

Frankie takes a sip of lemonade before answering. “By accident, actually. I turned the wrong way at a road and ended up seeing this small clearing. I set down so I could focus on the map and realized how pretty it is.”

“I bet this is where you bring all the ladies.”

He smiles, his eyes pulling you in with their warmth. “Only you.”

You smile back, reaching your hand out to cup his cheek, scratching at his patchy facial hair. “I’m honored.”

Frankie leans forward, pressing his lips to yours before pulling back quickly. “I brought my cake.”

Your eyes grow wide and you gasp. “My favorite cake?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Why didn’t bring that out first?”

You make grabby hands as Frankie takes out a small cake holder from the basket, opening the lids and putting a pre-cut piece of cake on a plate for you. You jab a fork in it, quickly shoving the delicious dessert in your mouth, moaning slightly when you start to chew.

“Fuck, Frankie. If you didn’t love flying so much, I’d suggest being a chef.”

He chuckles. “I like cooking, but it’s not where my heart is.”

You study him for a moment. “And where is your heart, Frankie?”

“With you.”

“No, I meant career-wise. You look like you’re thinking about something.”

He’s silent for several moments. “It’s…it’s nothing.”

You set your plate down, half a piece of cake still left on it. “Frankie, it’s not nothing. Tell me. Please?”

He looks at you and caves instantly. “Alright, but promise you won’t laugh?”

“Of course I won’t.”

“Well…I had this idea. To open my own chopper business.”

“Oh Frankie! That would be so cool!”

He smiles, the dimple on his cheek deepening as his smile grows wider. “Yeah! But it would also be Veteran owned, by me, and operated. I’d only hire Veterans. It’s hard enough finding jobs when you get out, but one that will allow you to keep flying? I know how hard those are to come by. Also, I need to check into if I can get some decommissioned birds. Maybe have a “fly with a Vet in a real, legit blackhawk” or something. I think people might like that?”

You take his hand in yours, squeezing it. “Frankie, this is an amazing idea! Have you looked into it?”

His smile falters slightly. “Yeah a little. The cost is what’s stopping me.”

“Why don’t you look for investors?”

“Who would want to invest in this?”

“I would.”

He looks at you. “I can’t take your money.”

“You most certainly can.”

“No, Hermosa. It’s too much.”

“I can’t give you all the money, but I’d like to help.”

“No money.”

“But-”

“You can help by being supportive. And maybe helping with paperwork?” He puts on a puppy eye look and you laugh.

“You know I can’t say no to that face.”

“Good. That makes this easier.”

Frankie shifts in front of you, taking your hands in his, his eyes finding yours.

“Ever since the day we met, when you punched that guy in the face for calling me a spic, someone you don’t even know, I knew I wanted you in my life. I should’ve told you then, or anytime before shipping out, but I was…afraid. I didn’t want to risk you not feeling the same. And then we kissed and that should’ve been it. You had me entirely the moment our lips touched. And yeah, we got lost from each other along the way, but…well, I guess almost dying brought you back to me. And we’ve been through so much, and I know I hurt you, but, Hermosa..I want to spend the rest of my life making sure you’re happy. I want to wake up every day next to you, have kids with you, grow old with you. You have me, heart and soul, and I love you so fucking much. Hermosa…will you marry me?”

Frankie pulls out a small, wooden box. When he opens it, you see a vintage ring, ornate with a large ruby in the middle, filigree designs weaving their way around the band. You recognize the ring almost instantly, as you had seen Frankie’s abuela wear it in her photos and you remember mentioning to Frankie how beautiful it was.

“I..Frankie..of course I will!”

He lets out a laugh of air, putting the ring on your outstretched hand before pulling you to him, kissing you deeply. Both of your cheeks are wet, tears streaming down them as you lean back, letting Frankie guide you to lay down on the blanket. A slight grunt of pain from him has you pushing him back up, shaking your head at the apology on his lips.

“I know you’re done with the cane, Frankie, but please, let’s not push it? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

He nods once, the smile quickly coming back as he watches you stare at your hand.

“Is this your abuela’s ring?”

He nods. “I uh…I actually asked my mom if I could have it the day we kissed.”

“After the hospital?”

A blush creeps up his cheeks and when he doesn’t answer, you tear your eyes away from the ring to look at him.

“Frankie?”

“Not…not after the hospital.”

“Oh. Then..when?”

“After…after our first kiss.”

“Our first…Frankie, that was well over a decade ago…”

“I…I knew that, or well I hoped that one day I would marry you. And I wanted to make sure I had my abuela’s ring to give to you.”

“But…but you married Elizabeth?”

“I never gave her this ring. It was never hers.”

“You mean…you held onto it…the whole time?”

“Well, I had my mom hold it for a bit, when I was afraid Elizabeth would find it and pawn it.”

“But…but you’ve had it the entire time?”

“Well, yeah. I told you, you’ve always had me.”

“Oh, Frankie!”

You push him back, quickly straddling his hips as you kiss him, your fingers trying to grip any part of his face you can reach. His hands settle on your hips before pushing you back slightly.

“I thought you said no sex?”

You take off your shirt and toss it on the blanket. “No, I said I don’t want you hurting yourself with your bad legs and hip. I never said anything about me fucking you into this field.”

—----

You hop in Frankie’s truck after he turned in the chopper, tossing the basket in the truck bed before hopping in himself. He turns on the truck and drives out, lacing your hand with his and bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to your hand.

“So, you have a particular date in mind for the wedding, Frankie?”

“I’d marry you right now.”

“Ok. Then let’s go to the courthouse.”

He chuckles, but when he doesn’t hear you responding, his eyes snap to you.

“Seriously?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

He checks the mirror before cutting across several lanes of traffic. A few minutes later, you find yourselves in front of the courthouse, both of you smiling and giggling.

“Are we…are we really going to do this, Hermosa?”

“Only if you want to.”

“You don’t want some large wedding?”

“Nah. We can always have a small ceremony in the backyard? Just the boys and such, and our parents. I don’t need something huge and elaborate.”

“You don’t?”

“I just want to be with you. Nothing more.”

He pulls you to him and kisses you for a moment before pulling back.

“We’re going to need a witness, I think.”

30 minutes later, you meet Benny and Olivia out front of the courthouse, his smile large and bright as he pulls you to him, hugging you so tight that you have to tap his arm to let you go.

“My baby girl is growing up.”

“I’m the same age as you, Benjamin.”

Benny sticks his tongue out at you. “So…we doin’ this?”

“Benny!” Olivia smacks his arm.

“Ouch! What?”

“They’re getting married. Have some class.”

They smile at each other as Benny offers his arm to her, leading her inside along with you and Frankie. You sign the log book and wait until your name is called, Olivia heading inside to wait in the pews. Benny pushes Frankie inside and turns to you when the doors close.

“Last chance to run, ‘Mosa.”

You roll your eyes but pull him to you, giving him a tight hug.

“Love you, Benny.”

He kisses the top of your head. “Love you too.”

Benny leans over to the flowers on the receptionists desk and plucks out a flower, earning himself a glare from the flower’s owner. He gives her a wink and she settles, Benny turning to offer you his arm.

“Let’s get you hitched.”

3 minutes later, you’re kissing Frankie, sealing your vows as Benny and Olivia whoop and clap in the background. Frankie takes your hand and leads you back down the isle, pushing open the doors before spinning you and pulling you in for another kiss.

“Alright, alright. Settle down. This is a place of law,” Benny teases as he comes up behind you.

“Are you going to have a party?” Olivia asks.

“We were thinking of doing a small ceremony and reception in the backyard at our house. Just the family and our parents. Nothing too big. Maybe a few weeks from now?”

Olivia claps her hands. “Oh that sounds wonderful! Can I do your hair?”

“Um yes please!”

The four of you exchange ideas for the small backyard ceremony, and by the time you make it home, you’ve already got a solid plan. A few weeks from then, you’ll have your little backyard wedding you’ve always wanted, complete with the man of your dreams.

“I can’t believe I left the house this morning with one name, and now I’m coming back on the same day, except now I’m Mrs. Morales.”

“Fuck!”

Frankie flings the door open, swooping you off your feet to carry you over the threshold, kicking the door closed with his foot as he carries you to the bedroom, where you spend the rest of the night tangled up in each other. The first night as The Morales’s.

—----

A couple weeks later, you and Frankie stop at this grocery store across town, the only place that has the mini appetizers you were looking for for the wedding. While there, you grabbed several other things that were on your "must" list, giggling and smiling at each other, placing not so secret kisses to each others lips as you made your way through the aisles.

"Could you not?"

A familiar voice snaps you and Frankie apart, having started making out in front of the crackers.

"Elizabeth…what are you doing here?" Frankie asks, trying to keep a level voice.

"Buying groceries."

Frankie nods, looking around. "Where's Aurelia?"

"At a friend's house for a play date."

"Sounds like fun."

Elizabeth nods to your cart. "Having a play date of your own, I see?"

Ugh this bitch.

"A grown up play date." You place your hand with the ring on Frankie's chest, pointedly looking at Elizabeth. You were so sick of her shit that you wanted to make sure she knew that you and Frankie were moving forward.

Her eyes land on the ring and go wide for a moment. A fleeting expression of anger and jealousy crosses her face before she schools it, fixing a fake look of forced happy on her face.

"How…wonderful for you both," she says through gritted teeth.

Before you can reply, she spins on her heel and storms off, leaving her cart of groceries in the aisle.

"That might be a problem later " Frankie says, worry laced in his voice.

You chuckle and he looks at you. "I'm so sick of her shit, Frankie. If she wants to do something, I say bring it. We can face whatever it is together."

>>Chapter 18>>

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PLEASE tell me some of your favorite sandwiches...i work at a diner and i get one free sandwich per day and i almost always get the exact same thing. gimme something that will deeply bamboozle the kitchen staff

thank you for this ask. i am so sorry for the sandwich tangent that it inspired. this post is in fact so long that i have to put it under a read more tag so it doesn't reach Do You Love The Color Of The Sky notoriety. also this has been written as, like, a general cooking guide instead of Things You Can Order At A Diner, but otherwise feel free to show this post to your kitchen staff and watch their minds crumble

to build a great sandwich - a truly Fucked Up Sandwich - you must first understand that a sandwich is, at its core, just some bread with stuff on it. as a disclaimer, i don't mean to diss the classics. they're around for a reason. i just know that PERSONALLY i am a little bit sick of the same second grade lunchbox sandwich, and PERSONALLY i prefer to push the boundaries of simple food preparation into the realm of the eldritch and unknown.

the sandwiches i make are different every time. you may have heard the old adage "cooking is an art." that is partially true, sometimes, kind of. cooking, for me, is more like a four year old getting access to paint for the first time and losing their whole goddamn mind about it. i want you to let go of every rule you think there is. make things up. go crazy.

the bread of the sandwich matters only insofar as it can support its fillings. i tend to use plain ol whole wheat, but honestly, you can use whatever you'd like. my big piece of advice here is to think about the structural integrity of your design. much like a bread engineer, because that's what you are. if your fillings are wet or gelatinous (hold on, we're getting there) you NEED a crustier bread. sara lee won't cut it. some people like fancy bread with herbs and shit. i see the bread more as a canvas than as part of the painting, but like, there are no rules. go ham.

speaking of ham. this is the section where you expect me to disavow lunch meats. i shan't. pre-sliced meat is a brilliant (and cheap!) way to provide the basis of flavor for your sandwich AND to make sure you get enough protein. if you're vegan or vegetarian, you'll have to skip this step, but that's okay because it's not an integral part of the process. that being said, i think it lays a solid foundation for the whole sandwich's raison d'etre.

pairing with a good cheese is a classic for a reason. i stay away from american - it melts beautifully, which makes it great for grilled cheese, but it also has an artificial quality to it that i don't really vibe with. swiss, provolone, and cheddar are staples, but honest to god, any cheese can be made to work if you build around it. (side note: the best grilled cheese uses american, pepper jack, colby, and a tomato. season the OUTSIDE of the bread with butter, red pepper flakes, garlic, and a dash of oregano. fry up an egg and put it on top and oh baby. ham optional if you want some extra protein.)

ok. you have your basics. now i need you to take a look around your kitchen and GO WILD.

one of my Go To Combinations is turkey, swiss, and a fruit jam (i like apricot). it is EXTREMELY good and easy to make, and the jam gives it just the right touch of sweetness to complement to mellow flavor of the turkey. if you're like, "oh, wow, you put JAM? on a SANDWICH??? ARE YOU OK????" you need to stop reading right now. the shaggy-like combinations that i concoct may be too strong for you, traveler.

if you like sweet foods and want to lean into that, keep exploring Fruit Road. jams and preserves work wonders. fruit butters are also nice for a more savory touch, but can get expensive and/or seasonal. you can also go for Fruits themselves: thinly sliced apple + ham + brie (or swiss, if you can't swing a more expensive cheese) is a godsend. most fruits belong on a sandwich tbh. grapes, tangerines, bananas, pineapple: it's all about the right context.

if you want to go Even Further Beyond, Fruit Road takes you right down to Sweets Avenue. honey works on most sandwiches, and - hear me out - will cut the tangy, eggy flavor of mayonnaise. it's easy for honey to overpower, though, so i'd say to go for a little before tasting and reassessing. plain or vanilla yogurt also complements fruit really well without being overpowering. if you REALLY want to go sweet, i like marshmallow fluff + bananas + peanut butter for protein. i've yet to find good vegan alternates to these, unfortunately - agave nectar would work in place of honey, but play around and see what you can come up with.

if you want to go savory, then Aromatics Boulevard will make sure you get substance and flavor. basil is an underrated addition to sandwiches, as are green onions, garlic (jarlic works great for this, don't @ me), and cabinet spices. you might need to try a little to get the proportions right, but chicken + mozzarella + plain yogurt + curry powder is frankly a godsend. i also lovelovelove a good sauce; nando's perinaise is usually region-specific, but it's creamy and tangy and goes with everything and i'm obsessed with it. get creative with what you have!

ok. this is my secret ingredient. come here. lao gan ma is chili oil, but with chili crisps in it. it is the single best ingredient in my kitchen. it's not expensive, a jar of it lasts forever, and you can find it at almost every asian grocery store. it is the perfect kick of spice to add to a sandwich. plenty of heat but not overpowering, and with a mostly savory finish. god it's so good. i scoop it with a knife to avoid most of the oil and spread just the crisp over the sandwich. crunchy, spicy, savory. mamma mia.

those are the BASICS of what i can give you. if you've read this far and you actually make a Fucked Up Sandwich PLEASE tag me in it, because odds are i'll try it. be bold. make a potato salad + tangerine + tahini monstrosity. (i haven't tried that but maybe it's good???) anything is a sandwich if you're brave enough. if you're still looking for inspiration, i get a lot of ideas from traditional tea sandwiches, which are usually ~3 ingredients and can get absolutely hogwild.

if you want more specific recipes or combinations then reach out and i can send you a list, but i hope that this gave you the tools and confidence to go forth and wreak havoc. have fun stay safe eat sandwiches!

#anon i hope this was what you wanted #sorry this is a sandwich blog now i think #ask #anon #nat og #sandwich posting

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