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faghubby · 9 months ago

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breaking you in

"do you like it?" I asked Paul. As I slowly worked the anal probe into him.

"Yehhhh" he moaned which made me smile as I worked it in further. It was long about 10 inches but thin with bumps that got bigger and bigger but never thicker then an inch I guess. I did not expect for him to let me get it all in him at least not the first time. I had used a finger even two while giving him a blowjob a few times but this was different as I had the whole thing buried in his ass. I took his cock back in ,y mouth as I yanked the toy out. He exploded as I did. I sucked up and swallowed every drop as he emptied his balls down my throat.

"You okay" I laughed as he laid there with a smile on his face. He grabbed me and kissed me. I don't think he was thinking as he must of tasted his spank. He hesitated for a moment then continued to kiss me.

"Um like the taste" I laughed.

"Not as bad as you always say" he shot back. I climbed on top of him

"Well taste this, we both know you love the taste of me" I giggled as I sat on his face. He flipped me over but never stopped licking my clit. He was so good at this part I thought as he made me cum in under 10 minutes. I had to push him off to make him stop. I cupped his ass as we held each other.

"Does it hurt?" I asked

"No, it felt amazing" he confessed. We laid there holding each other for awhile before we had to get up.

"Paul get up my parents will be home soon" I warned him

"Cindy we are getting married I think they are aware we have sex" he shot back. He knew I just felt uneasy with having sex in my parents house. I gave him the look and he got up.

We where staying with my parents till our new apartment was ready. Ot had been two weeks already. And they had told us it wouldnt be ready till we got back from out honeymoon. We would be married by then. I giggled to myself alittle as I saw Paul walking a bit strange. I cleaned up the toy and hid it away.

We had always been a bit adventurous when it came to sex. But never had thought about switching traditional roles till a few days ago when we bought the toy. Originally for me. But Paul had made a joke when we bought it about prostate massage.

It was a few days later when Paul had just gotten out of the shower he bent over and I pushed him against the dresser. My mom was home so I was quiet.

"Nice ass" I whispered in his ear. I ran my finger over his asshole.

"Um what you have in mind?" He asked wiggling his ass.

"You're serious aren't you?" I asked still teasing him. He just nodded.

"Don't move" I told him and went to the box I hid I pulled out a stainless steel butt plug and lube. Paul never even turned around as I lubed it and worked into his tight ass. I smiled alittle it had a pink jewel where his asshole should be.

"There you go bitch. You can wear that all day" reminding him of the last time he had me wear it. He had a hardon and wanted to fuck.

"No, later when mom goes out if you behave" I told him. And watched him get dressed. I took every opportunity to grab his ass. As we discussed final details of the wedding with mom.

(Paul's point of view)

My future mother in law Kerry was great. I swear her and Beth where twins separated by 25 years. Beth had put this plug in my ass. It felt amazing but I found it hard to focus. I wanted to throw Beth on the table and have her right then. I even found myself checking out Kerry's ass. She looked great for her age a bit wider in the hips a little heavier but damn.

"Paul" Bob called as he walked in the front door. Bob was my future father in law. He was alright. I think he saw more of me as taking his only daughter then gaining another son.

"Come on we have to go pick up the tuxedo" he told me. He kissed Kerry. I kissed Beth who smacked my ass a little with a look of concern. I just shrugged and left with Bob. We met my brother in law to be Brent at the rental shop.

"So you should all try them on make sure everything is correct" the salesman said. I grabbed mine and headed to a changing room. As soon as I went to close the door it opened again and Bob walked in.

"There busy, so" is all he said as he quickly stripped.

"You know Beth is just like Kerry. She is strong willed. they li,e the same things and don't compromise" he was saying i looked up to see him in his boxers. That couldn't be. I thought this man had a fucking anaconda sized cock in his shorts. I couldn't get the image of the bulge out of my head. The plug in my ass didn't help as I tried to think of anything not to get an erection. The tuxedo fit fine. And we where soon on our way home. I just couldn't get my father in laws size out of my head. Beth and Kerry liked the same things would Beth like a big cock.

(BETH)

Paul seemed oddly stressed when he came back with my dad.

"I think it hit him, you know getting married just nervous" my dad tried to ease my concern. Paul wore the plug all day. I had figured he had taken it out. But when we went to bed he didn't ask he just attacked me quietly of course. I touched his ass and he moaned I realized he still wore the plug. I didn't let him take it out till after he came.

"Beth have you, I mean. The guys you been with" Paul was trying to ask me something.

"What is it?" I asked

"Size, I mean you been with bigger guys?" He blurted out.

"You are perfect" I assured him. That wasn't completely true but I loved him.

"But there have been bigger guys?" He continued

"Well yes" I confessed

"And would you want that again?" He asked.

"If thus is some way to break up with me" I said annoyed.

"No!" He said "its just you and your mom are so. Well you both like the same things?" He was babbling.

"What does my mother have to do with guys i may have been with?" I was getting passed.

"Well your dad is um really big" he told me.

"What are you talking about" I said sitting up and turning on the light. He looked at me then down then looked at me hopping I would understand and then it clicked.

"OH god, I don't want to hear this" I told him. I smacked him and realized he was rock hard again.

"Paul do you think I will want a big cock because, my mom does? Oh that's just to wierd to think about" I told him.

"Is that why you are so excited thinking about me riding a big cock?" I whispered I knew from his expression it was. I picked up my phone and searched for an old video.

"Do you want to see this?" She asked "it's Mark and me" I told him. Mark was boyfriend before I met him. I pushed play he was glued to the small screen it was definitely years ago my hair was so much shorter. I reached over and stroked his throbbing dick as he watched me sink down on eight inches of thick throbbing cock. I stroked him softly teasing him. The video was only about an minute it was good he didn't see what happened later after the video I thought. I got up and dug into a bag I had gotten from the Bachelorette party. I pulled out a big black dildo my friend had given me as a joke. It was quite large and heavy.

"Want to try this?" I asked him. All inhibition of my parents house out the window as I stripped naked. He held the toy

(Paul)

The dildo she handed me was huge. I looked at her and now wanted to see her stretched I wanted to see her slutty. I wanted her to be my slut. As she climbed into bed I wasted no time rubbing the toy against her pussy.

"It's really big go slow" she said.

"Tell me you want it, tell me you're my slut" I said harshly in her ear.

"Yes, I am your slut" she moaned as I pushed the tip of the toy inside her. She shoved a pillow corner in her mouth trying to be quiet. I worked more and more inside. I had buried all 10 inches inside her sloppy hole she was so wet it made sucking noises when I pulled it in and out.

"I am going to fuck you so hard for this" Beth said biting my ear. She softly begged me to stop but I kept going. She must of cum three times before I pulled the toy out. I looked down to see her gapped open. I leaned in and kissed it. She grabbed my hair and held me there smearing her juices all over my face. Before she let me up for air. She then passed out. I was still rock hard I pulled back the blanket and jerked off just looking at her.

(Beth)

I woke up sore. And noticed the dry cum across my breasts. I smiled completely satisfied and got up and showered. Paul joined me on the shower.

"Revenge for last night will come" I told him. He reached down and slid three fingers easily into my still stretched pussy.

"Whatever you say slut" he said laughing. I let him tease me with his fingers

I approached the subject carefully over the next few days. With questions like

"You liked me being your slut? And did you like how I looked after, you must of you played with yourself didn't you?"

(Paul)

I couldn't stop thinking about Beth and her ex. I started to picture Beth with everyone. I even fantasized of her and her best friend in a lesbian affair. I wasn't picturing Beth and I anymore. I was fantasies about Beth with everyone else.

Beth asked questions about what I wanted, my fantasies I was afraid to tell her. But now everything was about the wedding. So we had little alone time. We had sex a few nights later but it was completely normal. Almost routine sex. The next morning I pulled out Beth's naughty box. I found a larger butt plug and lube. But as I pulled it out Beth walked in.

"Baby not today just so much to do" she said sympathetic. I just handed them both to her.

"I see" she motioned for me to turn around I dropped my drawers and she shoved hard the plug into place.

"Better my slut" she said smacking my ass. Before I could even stand up straight Kerry burst in.

"OH so sorry, I didn't" she quickly closed the door. Beth laughing handed me the lube and chased after her. I got dressed and embarrassed went to the kitchen. I noticed my mother in law checking out my ass. Beth smacked my ass before i sat down right in front of her mom.

"I thought for sure you would of removed it" Beth said laughing. Kerry burst out laughing as well. Ob walked in what is so funny.

"Nothing just Paul thinks he dying because he had a hemorrhoid" Kerry told him with a wink to me.

"Stress well suck it up man got a wedding to get thru" he said smacking my shoulder.

Brent and his wife Georgia walked in and Kerry made everyone breakfast. I thought about how Brent must have a a huge cock like his dad. And Georgia stretched wide open.

(Beth)

I made excuses to get Paul alone. So I insisted we had to stop somewhere for his family so we could drive in our own car and meet up with everyone later. For a family gathering before the wedding. It was some kooky family tradition.

"Paul are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah why?" He replied

"You been acting kinda distracted since, well since you saw that video" I said I noticed he got hard instantly when I mentioned the video. I reached over and rubbed it thru his slacks. "And then you wanting to wear the big plug" I teased "tell me what's going on in that head"

"I can't stop thinking about you getting fucked by big cocks" he blurted out.

"Cocks? More then one" I laughed. He looked at me with all seriousness.

"Yes, I don't know if I can satisfy you" he told me.

"I love you very much and you make me so happy" I told him.

"Do you know what cuckolding is?" Paul asked.

"Yeah, why is that what you're thinking. You want me to cheat on you?" I asked

"No, not cheat you have my blessing to have sex with who ever you want" he told me.

"I been doing alot of reading. I think I want a Female Led Marriage" he told me. He then sent me a link to a web site. "Read it, think about it" he said then started to drive. I sat back and started to read. It was less then a week to our wedding and he wanted some crazy marriage.

It was a two hour drive and I read the whole time about female empowerment. And the husband taking the wifely duties in a marriage.

"Do you want me to make you a sissy?" I asked at one point.

"No, but it would be okay if you wanted me to clean you after a man had you" he confessed.

"You want to eat cum? How about wear my panties?" I asked I didn't want him to answer I watched his cock throb to get the answers.

"I know you want me to fuck you in the ass. That is obvious" I told him.then went back to reading. When we got close about a mile away.

"Pull over" I told him I quickly pulled out his dick and sucked it he came rather quickly. I then kissed him and fed him his own cum. He didn't resist.

"Don't rinse it out, keep the taste till after we greet everyone let them smell spank on your breath. We had a great dinner and received the wedding gifts from the family. As I said family tradition. Paul had not drank anything but a bit of champagne from a toast.

"I don't want you drinking alcohol anymore unless I give it to you" I had told him. He agreed without any problem. Paul as loading the car with gifts. When my mom came up to us.

"Me and your father are going to stay at uncle Nick's tonight." She winked and kissed us both goodbye. I spent the ride home reading more about Female Led Marriage

"I think I like you to be like Georgia" I told Paul. We had joked about her in the past how she didn't have a thought unless Brent gave it to her. She was definitely the little house wife to her brother.

"And if you are going to be a proper beta husband I will expect you to be proper not just to me bit to my friends and family." I told him as I learned more. It was late when we arrived home. I still made Paul carry in all the packages. As I got ready for bed. Paul still wore the plug.

"How does your ass feel? Does it help you to remember your place ? Is that why you wanted to wear it?" I asked him he didn't answer

"You will have to learn to answer me" I told him.

He stopped.

"Sorry, it makes me excited" he told me.

"Would you like to try pegging?" I asked

"He looked down at the floor and shuffled his feet. This was not the man I thought I knew only two weeks ago.

"Maybe" was all he said.

"Disapline is an important part of a marriage" I mentioned he looked at me and swallowed hard. "I don't think I want to lock you in chastity. But I can't have you sneaking off to touch yourself" I told him.

"Now go remove the plug and get ready for bed." He happily went off do as he was told.

Paul was making me breakfast when I woke up. He wore my mother's apron. I pulled out his cock and jerked him off as he served me breakfast. I caught his cum in a cup. And bought it to his lips.

"I will make you clean up all my lovers cum" I told him as I made him drink his own cum. We spent the morning establishing rules.

He agreed to a very strick diet and exercise routine he would look the part of my strong husband even if he was to be my bitch. He would wear panties whenever I had a date. Or whenever I wished. He agreed to all domestic chores. He would learn to do them as I wished them done. I didn't have sex with Paul again telling he had to wait till after the wedding. I didn't even let him see me naked.

(Paul)

The night before the wedding Beth spent the night at the Matron of Honors house. In the morning I was woken by Kerry.

"Beth wanted me to give you this to wear today." I sat up in the bed. I had shaved my body hair close. But not shaved I was to keep it neat. This included my pits and legs. Kerry noticed. I looked at the pile of clothes Kerry had just handed me. It was pink satin panties with a set of stockings and garter.

"Beth has told me about your marriage arrangements" Kerry smiled. I blushed and couldn't look at her.

"Get up I will help you get ready before Bill gets up." Kerry told me. She waited as I showered and shaved. She made sure I put on the stockings and panties properly then put on my tux.

"I invited Beth's ex boyfriend Mark to the wedding" Kerry told me. I thanked her.

The day went smooth Beth even danced with her ex Mark. Other then the champagne toast I didn't have a single drink. Even when my brother bought me a shot.

"I am so proud of you" Beth told me as we danced. "I am going to disappear for a little while. You will have to make excuses" don't worry. Mom will help" she told me kissed me on the cheek and left. lynn her best friend left with her to make it seem like they went off together. I also noticed Mark was missing. Kerry grabbed my arm and danced with me.

"Beth is consumating your marrage" she told me. We told everyone Beth wasn't felling well. As soon as she returned we said our goodbyes. Since Beth was a bit under the weather. In the limo she closed the privacy screen and spread her legs. I lifted her dress and buried my face in her used pussy, she wore no panties. Mark had kept them as a survivor.

"Tonight I am going to consmate our marriage in a way it will actually be." She pulled out a strapon cock and showed it to me. I went back to licking her clean until we reached the hotel. We where to catch a plane in the morning. I wondered if I would be wearing panties for that as well.

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austinswh0re · 2 years ago

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Confidential.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Wife!reader

Warnings: Smut!!! so please if you’re not into that do not continue reading!, fluff, Angry Chris?

This is my first time posting any sort of writing on here so please don’t come for me💀 I’m hoping this comes out as well as it is in my head lmao. Enjoy! Also! i’m aware Endgame did not come out in 2021, im switching up the timeline a little bit lol

Y/n gets ask a question she had been preparing to answer, but when it gets asked she doesn’t know how to feel about it. Chris keeps in everything he wants to say until later that night.

(The gif is making me scream)

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Press conferences. I always had a love hate relationship with them. I loved answering questions and being with all my friends at once but what i didn’t enjoy so much were the extremely personal questions. Such as mine and Chris’ private life.

Chris and I got engaged late 2020, we planned our wedding for July 2021, we wanted a summer wedding, getting engaged in December didn’t really give us much time to plan, but one thing we knew for sure was that we would not wait a whole year before we were married. It was a small wedding, we got married on the beach with all our closest friends and family. We went on our dream honeymoon to Hawaii, and once we came home it was time for a premier.

Filming Endgame was definitely filled with tons of emotion. It was mine a his last Marvel movie together and everyone was aware of this. After we had filmed the last scene tears were shed from almost the entire cast and crew. We still had the premiere, which I will forever be grateful for. We hadn’t posted that we had gotten married on any social media platform, well up until the night I posted a photo of us and my username had changed. I didn’t think much of it considering us being engaged was very much public, but many people were still shocked by the name change.

y/nEvans

“your favorite couple has arrived:) So extremely proud of this guy right here, I love you infinitely.”

1,234,536 likes

ChrisEvans: Thank you honey, I love you more than you know❤️

robertdowneyjr: Love these two!!

tomholland2013: I think you guys come in a close second to me and z

Y/nEvans: replying to tomholland2013: yeah yeah

user1256: sobbing. her username is y/nEvans.

user1437: Shut up. I cant do this rn. im so happy for them🥹

^^^^^^ the post in question*

We also had the press conference which gave me a few extra days with the people i love the most. We both knew the risk of having personal questions asked was high but that didn’t make it any less jarring.

Upon our arrival to the hotel we had been informed that we only had one bed in our room, which considering we were married wasn’t an issue. Although everyone else wasn’t to happy about this.

“Chris, can you come here please?” I called out from the bathroom slightly out of breath from struggling to zip my dress. “What’s up?” he said as he made his way through the door. “Could you please help me zip this dress, i can only get it halfway” “yeah of course baby”

He slipped behind me and slowly began zipping up the dress. Once he had finally zipped it all the way up he slid his hands around my hips and kissed the exposed skin on my shoulder and neck. “Chris we don’t have ti-“ “shh, I know, just trying to make a mental note of what’s happening when we get back” as if I hadn’t been turned on enough by the way his hands were roaming my body, the heat pooling in my underwear just grew more and more as he stood behind me and stared at us in the mirror.

Once we finally broke apart from each other and left the room, we made our way out to the limousine where many of our friends were sat waiting for us. “took you two long enough” Robert said as Chris climed and shut the door behind him. small talk was made amongst the group during the short ride to the event. The dress I was wearing was beautiful, and matched the green felt pants Chris had on

I had went for a felt dress as well, just so the colors would be a closer match.

Halfway there, Chris tapped on my thigh and pointed towards my phone. When i picked it up, I saw multiple messages from Chris all displaying the plans he had made for later that night.

“The way your body looks in that dress is making it hard for me to not take you right here in this car”

“you’re in for it when we get back, I can’t wait to taste you, hear those sweet noises you always make for me”

My eyes widened as I quickly turn the brightness down hoping no one was nosey enough to read the text. I shoot Chris a glare, one that says “seriously?” and he responds with his signature smirk.

Finally, after what had felt like forever, we arrived to the conference, the second we stepped out of the car Chris grabbed my hand and gave it a light squeeze, reassuring me it’s okay. This wasn’t my first, but I still have quite a bit of nerves every time. We make our way into the building after tons of pictures and quick “i love you” glances to one another. We both took our seats, which luckily were right beside each other. Eventually the question began and the small pool of anxiety grew.

“This next one is for y/n, we heard you two got married, congratulations!” I slightly adjusted in my chair and crossed my legs towards Chris before replying “yes, we did, thank you!” “Of course, now this may be some what personal-“ great. I glanced at Chris and could tell he was focused on the person asking and he didn’t look to happy about it. “So many people have been wondering, how is he in bed? We’re sure he’s fantastic but we want to hear it from the one who gets to experience it.” There it was. The dreaded question of how he was in bed. Although he was fantastic and you thoroughly enjoyed sex with Chris, it wasn’t something you cared to share with the public.

“well, listen I don’t want to come off as rude by saying this but i’m not sure that’s really any of yours, or anyone else’s business besides ours.” Chris was furious, his eyes had slightly darkened and his jaw was clenched keeping him from losing his mind. “Can we please move on?” my voice came out slightly smaller than I had wanted but at the moment I felt uncomfortable and upset.

Chris on the other hand was pissed. He hated how uncomfortable the question made you feel and wanted to beat the shit out of the man who asked it. Instead, he looked at you with a sympathetic look and you responded by mouthing “it’s okay”, because you knew if you didn’t, Chris would kill this guy.

Once everyone had asked their questions, and many laughs had been shared, the group made their way back to the hotel. Chris and you were the first people out of the car and after sharing your goodbyes, he grabbed you by the hand and the two of you stormed up to your room. Before a word could be spoken between you and him he had you pinned against the door. His lips were on yours in seconds. The kiss was hot and sloppy, but you didn’t care at all. “Chris” you breathlessly moaned his name out. he responded with a hmm and continued to work his lips against yours.

He pulled away, his lips red, puffy, and stained with your lipstick. “We need to get this thing off if you” was the first words he said, spinning you around and unzipping the dress painfully slow. “Could you go any slower?” you questioned, usually you would be patient, but on this specific night you were extremely horny and needed him more than ever. “If you keep having that attitude i’ll go even slower” once the dress was off of you, Chris picked you up bridal style and dropped you on the bed. “You are the only woman who gets to know how I am in bed, fuck everyone else” he began kissing down your body. He pulled you up slightly, bringing his hands up the clasp of your bra and undoing it. His hands began to grasp and squeeze every part of you that was exposed.

“Chris please” you begged, your tone was needy but you didn’t care. “please what sweetheart?” He teased, “I need you” “what do you need? use your words” he continued to tease you through your underwear. “Fuck Chris just fuck me already” That was all he needed to hear. He quickly undid his belt and dropped him pants and his boxers, exposing his hard dick, already leaking with precum. He pulled down your panties taking in the sight of you. “you’re so beautiful, and all mine” he said as he stroked himself a few times. He parted your legs and began to tease your entrance with his tip. “Chris, I swear if you don’t-“ he leaned down and kissed your lips, hard and rough as he slid into you. both of you moaning into each others mouths. “that’s it, good girl” he grunted as he stared to slowly move in and out of you “Please, faster” you moaned making him fasten his movements. The noises coming from the two of you were all you could hear, and you were sure everyone else on the floor could hear it too. “oh my god Chris” “Oh fuck i’m close baby” He grunted in your ear “you’re taking my cock so well, taking all of me, fuck you’re so tight” That only made you squeeze around him, moaning his name as if it was the only word you knew. “Chris please don’t stop, i’m so close” you moaned “cum for me, come on baby” he said as he slid his hand between the two of you and began rubbing circles on your clit. “This. This is confidential. No one gets to know what I do to you” “oh yeah, that’s it sweet girl, cum for me i know you want to” was all he said and it sent you over the edge. You were a moaning screaming mess as you and him finished at the same time. His body rolling off of yours as you both steady your breathing

“That was , that was amazing” you breathed out turning over to look at him “only the best for you my love. I love you” He said pulling you into him “I love you more” was the last thing you said before the two of you drifted off to sleep.

#chris evans #marvel #chris evans smut

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forestshadow-wolf · 1 year ago

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This is for @rainerestored because reasons (my DMs are open if you want)

Soap and ghost come out of a mission that went bad. Like every thing that could go wrong, went wrong. Intel was shite, there were too many enemies, the were WAY under prepared. They'd had to run and hide at a safehouse until exfil. And the worst thing about it? The "package" (some crimelord's son in exchange for info) wasn't even there.

Intel said it was a small compound, 1 building, 3 floors, 12 guards. That means 6 guards each, averaging 2 per floor per person, or 4 on each floor for both of them combined. They're capable, plus there were good vantage point to snipe from, before the even set foot in the building. Easy enough, right? WRONG

Intel laughs in their face with its, 3 dozen extra soldiers. To say that complicates things would be an accurate statement. It's not impossible, they've done it before, but they weren't exactly armed for it...

To look at the silver lining, and they are trying to find the silver lining, clearing the area was a good workout at least... also the target wasn't even there.

Now you're probably thinking, well why did they have to retreat to a safehouse? Well because there were 3 dozen soldier in the base when they entered, and an extra 12 soldier arrived as they were leaving, and they were out of ammo. Which is oh so great for them...

a little worse for where, but relatively unscathed. The "safehouse" (if it can even be called that) was a rickety shack with uneven walls and boarded up windows... man, fuck the military. Now they sit on the cold dirt ground, leaning against each other, and contemplating their life choices.

They both almost died, and yet neither of them are hurt, how in the hell did they get here. Well- the do know, just... you get it.

"Lets get married."

"What?"

It was ghost who broke the silence first. Which in and of itself isn't that surprising. It's what he said that was.

Why? Because ghost had already made it know that while he did love soap, with all he had, it was just that "married" life never fit him. And soap was always okay with that, he didn't need to be married to ghost, as long as he had him, he was happy.

"Lets. Get. Married."

"I thought- "

"I changed my mind. I wanna get married. To you."

It was said kinda rushed. Like it was urgent. Or like ghost was trying not to panic.

"Okay"

Ghost seemed to relax just a tiny bit after that.

"We'll need an ordained minister. And at least one witness." He said.

"I'll call up my sister when we get out of here. She can do it. And we'll have price and Gaz watch. Or we can invite the whole base and have a big party." Soap was quick to problem solve.

He wasn't sure what exactly brought this upon ghost, he had his suspicions, but he didn't need to know. All he needed was to be with ghost, and for them to be happy.

"I want a big party. But I want it soon, so nothing extravagant."

"We can do it on base, invite whoever wants to come. It'll be a week from today. Maybe Price cam pull some strings for a honeymoon."

"Yeah. Definitely. He can call it a training exercise. He's send us to the beach. Maui or Hawaii, maybe."

Soap nodded along.

"But you hate the beach."

"But you love it." Ghost said, his smile shining through in his voice.

"We don't have rings..."

"We'll use paper rings. One of the privates used to blacksmith, I think, private Weller. We can commission his to make us some."

"We can't wear them on the field." Soap fretted

"We'll put them on our tags. So they close.to our heart." Ghost soothed.

It almost seemed like this wasn't the first time he'd though about this. What changed? Soap didn't know, but something did, and it seemed like it scared ghost, and this was his way of dealing with it. Like maybe he thought they didn't have enough time to be together. Soap would indulge him.

#targeted post #love ya #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #they're married #i hold them in my hands like dolls and make them kith #ghostsoap #soapghost #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #el rambles

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sjsmith56 · 6 days ago

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Brooklyn - A Private Man, Chapter 18

Summary: While enjoying their honeymoon, Bucky and Tracey receive a nighttime visitor that triggers what he privately feared would happen and prepared secretly for.

Length: 5K

Characters: Bucky, Tracey, Nebula, John Walker.

Warnings: Minors DNI - contains sexual content which may not be suitable for readers under the age of 18. Contains violent content which may be disturbing. Major plot twist.

Author notes: I bet some of you thought that John Walker was going to be a good guy. To be honest, until I wrote "End of the line" I didn't know if he was or not. But now that he has declared himself ... it's going to be Bucky Barnes vs. John Walker in a battle of strength and wits.

<<Chapter 17

The breakfast, which arrived during another moment when Bucky and Tracey were indisposed, was just as good as dinner was the night before. He smiled with loving amusement as Tracey once more stole food from his plate.

"I think we should order extra food," he said. "It's obvious that your body is craving more calories."

"I can't help it," she admitted. "It's like whatever satisfied me before isn't enough anymore. Then I see the bacon, eggs, and toast on your plate and my brain just goes into more food mode. If I keep this up, I'm going to gain a ton of weight on this honeymoon and not fit into any of my clothes."

He shook his head. "Not if your metabolism has ramped up," he explained. "Your body is feeling warmer to me. It could be a sign that you're burning it off quickly."

"Maybe, but a baby does need the mother to take in extra calories. It's what allows them to grow in utero and gain the weight they need to survive outside of the body." He had that smile on his face again, as Tracey spoke about biological processes. "Don't grin at me. It's true."

"Sorry, I'm not making fun of you," he smiled. "You're a smart person and I love it when you show that. I was so proud of how you held your own with Shuri. She's a genius and you understood what she was talking about as if it was already familiar to you."

Tracey shrugged, finishing her last bite of food and washing it down with a full glass of milk. A little burp escaped from her lips and she giggled. She pushed herself away from the table and Bucky watched her as she went over to the now open door to the deck, looking out over the turquoise blue waters before them. She turned around and his heart jumped inside his body at how incredibly beautiful she looked, in her nightgown and robe.

"What are we going to do today?" she asked. "I thought I would be tired after all the travelling we did yesterday but I'm just full of energy."

"We could start with a walk along the beach," suggested Bucky. "Wear our bathing suits so we could take a dip anytime we want. Apparently, they have towel stations scattered along the entire beach, so we don't have to take anything with us."

"Alright, a plan," she exclaimed. "Let's get our lunch picked first. Do you think, if we asked, they would provide a snack when we got back from our walk?"

"I don't see why not." He looked at the menu. "It's on there, Mid-Morning Snack."

A gleam came to Tracey's eyes as she returned to the table and looked over the menu. "We can order a hamper of food and take it with us on a golf cart to a private beach. They suggest we reserve snorkels and fins to explore the reef there. Oh Bucky, we have to do that. I've never snorkelled before."

He looked at the information. "Sure, it has to be reserved the day before. Do you want to do that tomorrow?"

Nodding with excitement she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Pulling her onto his lap he kissed her back, smiling as she shifted so she was straddling him. Her body was warmer and he noticed during their morning passion that the bites he inflicted on her were fully healed and the bruises fading. It was definitely proof of a change she was undergoing. Leaning towards his ear Tracey breathed softly on it before she whispered.

"We can enjoy each other first before we take our walk, right?"

"Absolutely," he replied, feeling his body immediately respond to her. "Let's get our food choices down first then we can go back to the bedroom."

Tracey didn't pout but she did sigh a little and he had to hide his amusement at this aspect of her personality coming out. There had been hints of it in the time they lived together but her usual reserved self had been more dominant. This bubbly, expressive version of her was very appealing, especially during their honeymoon. As he read off their food choices for a snack, then for lunch she made her preferences known. He chose his, then added some extra food, knowing if she didn't eat it he easily could. Leaving the menu on the table beside the dishes, he carried her into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

The curtains were still drawn so he pulled the room darkening ones open, leaving the light sheer ones in place to let in light but still give them privacy if anyone was passing by. Even though they had been assured that no one would Bucky still took precautions. Climbing on the bed with her still wrapped around his waist he released her onto to the rumpled bedclothes. Lazily, Tracey pulled her robe off, pushing it onto the floor, then lifted her nightgown over her head, tossing it aside as well. Laying back she stretched her arms forward, reaching out to his face to caress it. There was a significant stubble on it as he hadn't shaved since the day before.

"Do you want me to shave first?" he asked, gazing at her intently.

She shook her head. "Take your shirt off," she ordered. Sitting back on his heels he did as she asked, smiling as she reached up and smoothed her hands over his chest and abdominal muscles. "I love your body." Her whispered declaration went straight to him, making him hard. He wore cotton drawstring bottoms, and she tugged on the string, undoing it, then pulling the waist down over his hips, revealing his erection. "I love this, too."

Her soft hands gently cradled him, and he closed his eyes, enjoying her touch on him. Settling down between her bent knees he kissed her lower abdomen, then towards her hips before moving down to her thighs. Her folds were already glistening with her desire, and he gently touched her with his tongue, hearing her gasp at the same moment she opened her legs further.

"I want you in me," she whispered. "Please."

Kicking his bottoms off of his legs he ran his fingers through her wet entry, then transferred it to his cock before licking the remnants off of his fingers. Gently he entered into her warm wet centre, both of them moaning as he did so. She felt even better than she did earlier in the morning, and he mouthed her breasts as he began rhythmically thrusting into her. The response in her was punctuated by her soft moans and touches on his shoulders and back. Like the first night they spent together her fingertips found the seam between his shoulder insert and skin, tracing it and making his own response increase. When it finally reached its crescendo, with Tracey pulling him deeply into her at the moment of her coming he came too, unable to resist it any further. Then he buried his face in her neck, kissing and mouthing the soft skin of her pulse point before raising his head to gaze at her, his wife, his beautiful pregnant wife. She gazed at him, equally as enthralled as he was with her.

"It's like I'm seeing you in a whole new light," she said softly, her fingers roaming through his hair. "There's an air about you, like you're the centre of my universe, and what we just felt was ... divine. That sounds sacrilegious, not that I am a believer having been witness to the hypocrisy firsthand. Does that sound strange?"

He shook his head. "No, making this baby has done something to both of us, I think. I like kids, always have, but this baby, that's my child. I created it with you, in a moment of desire and love. I'd give my life to keep you both safe."

Placing his head on her chest, they both laid there, listening to the other breathe as Tracey continued running her fingers into Bucky's hair. The white painted bedroom with exposed eaves had become their sanctuary and they felt completely at peace with everything. The sounds of the staff coming in to clear the breakfast dishes away spurred Bucky to get up, quickly putting his bottoms on and covering Tracey up with the duvet. Pulling his T-shirt on he opened the door.

"My wife and I will be out of your way soon," he said. "Breakfast was delicious."

She couldn't quite make out the response from the staff person but when Bucky stepped back in, he was smiling. Heading to the bathroom she could hear him turn the water on, realizing he was setting the temperature, just for her. Always thoughtful of her needs. How lucky was she to have this man in her life? Pulling the covers back she picked up her robe and nightgown, hanging them up on a hook in the bathroom.

Bucky stripped down and together they stood under the large overhead shower fixture. Using the beautifully scented body wash provided they washed each other. Tracey stepped out first, putting her hair up in a towel so she could wash her face properly, applying moisturizer after. She had already decided to go without makeup, thinking the humidity of the island would make it look messy anyways. Bucky, who was just drying off stepped behind her and removed her hair towel. He finger combed her hair then looked at her through the mirror.

"Would you let me French braid your hair?" he asked. "I used to do Rebecca's all the time, before school."

Tracey's face broke out into a huge smile, and she reached inside her cosmetic bag, looking for a hair elastic and her large comb. His touch was gentle as he used the comb to completely detangle her hair, then he divided it up into three sections and braided a single braid from the crown of her head down until there was only a few inches of her hair left. His large hands were sure in his movements, proof he had done it many times before. Taking the hair elastic, he tied off the braid then curled the remaining length of her hair around his fingers so that it would dry that way. He finished off by kissing her neck.

"I can apply some sunscreen while I'm here," he said. "Don't want you to burn on the first full day of our honeymoon."

Pulling the tube out she handed it to him and enjoyed the sensation of him smoothing the lotion over her back. He had even pre-warmed it in his hands first. When Tracey's back was done Bucky smiled cheekily at her and she turned around, recognizing he wanted to smooth it over her front as well. They almost had another indisposed moment until he backed away with his hands up, wiping the excess lotion over himself. She returned the favour, smoothing sunscreen over his back. Stepping back into the bedroom he pulled his swim shorts on then a clean T-shirt, while she put her bikini on, a blue one that revealed a lot. With a sigh, Bucky opened the door to the living room / dining area. He plugged his phone in to charge then waited for Tracey to emerge from the bedroom. She wore a white sun hat and walked right past him to the stairs from the deck, looking up at him from the top one.

"Wait," said Bucky. "I want a picture of this. It can be my pinup picture of you when I'm on a mission."

He snapped a picture of her with his phone then returned it to the charging cord. Taking her by the hand they began walking towards the beach and stood for a moment deciding which way to go. Choosing left, they began their walk and explored the beach, picking up empty shells or rocks, then discarding them. It was already hot, and both were glad to be wearing the sunscreen. With the realization that this was to be the plan for each day of their stay they took their time, sometimes wading in the water, other times looking out over the turquoise blue waters and just taking in the scene. It was perfect and neither felt like they had to be doing something other than being in the moment.

There were more such moments throughout the day, right up to them walking along the beach again at sunset, feeling the soft warm breeze against their skin. Tracey asked Bucky about his senses, admitting that she felt like she could hear more, like the sound of a seabird's wing flapping as it passed high above them just then. He confirmed the sound and hugged her, wanting her to feel safe to share the changes she was experiencing.

The following day they went to the snorkelling area with their cooler of food, with Bucky following a map as he drove the golf cart along the hard packed path to the private beach. After showing Tracey how to snorkel they both were amazed to see a sea turtle just yards away in the water with them, watching as it paddled past, seemingly uncaring about their presence. So enjoyable was the experience that on their return Bucky inquired about snorkelling elsewhere and found they could do a half day excursion to the larger reef a little further away on Andros Island across from where they were located, so he booked it for the following day.

After a cool shower, followed by staying in bed the rest of the afternoon, with Bucky mostly watching Tracey napping, they had their dinner outside on the deck, then relaxed on a couple of lounge chairs on the beach as the sun went down. When it was dark Bucky reached out for Tracey's hand, suggesting she share his lounge chair. Together they watched the stars drop down into the water, kissing and caressing in the dark stillness with only the sound of the water lapping against the shore nearby. With their arms around each other's waist, they returned to the villa, where Bucky locked everything up except the doors from their bedroom leading to the deck. With whispered murmurs of adoration, they made love quietly and gently, taking their time in exploring each other's bodies in ways that were pleasing to both of them.

The snorkelling excursion was a highlight, as they joined a couple of other honeymooning couples on the boat that took them to the reef. The other couples had recognized Bucky but once they talked on the boat ride accepted they were just another couple on their honeymoon. The water here was shallower making the colours of the fish, sea sponges and an assortment of other reef creatures pop in their brilliancy. Pictures were taken, although both Bucky and Tracey tried to stay in the background. They did have a good time and met up later for drinks although only Bucky drank alcohol as Tracey said she was a teetotaller. A golf cart from the resort picked them up from the bar and dropped them off at the villa. With Tracey falling asleep almost immediately after they made love Bucky sat out on the deck and watched the night sky for another hour or so before finally joining her in bed.

The next two days passed just as idyllically with them enjoying the calm atmosphere and nurturing environment. Bucky surprised Tracey with a full body massage and luxury skin treatment while he went fishing on the fifth day, invited by one of the other new husbands. He caught some fish that was prepared for them by the kitchen staff at the resort. Both of them couldn't believe the tenderness of the fish as they ate their dinner. There was only one full day left of their honeymoon as the seventh day would be dominated by travelling back to New York, so Bucky arranged for a romantic dinner on the beach. It was perfect as it ended with a repeat of Bucky's playlist on their first date when he cooked dinner for her and served it in the back yard with all the fairy lights up. They danced in their bare feet on the beach, a soft breeze making Tracey's dress billow out slightly and wisps of her hair framing her face in such a way that Bucky couldn't help but gaze adoringly at her.

As they slept after making love a metallic sound alerted Bucky's sleeping mind that something was amiss and he opened his eyes, taking a moment for them to adjust in the dark. He watched as a figure approached the bed on his side, reaching for him and he grasped their hand, hearing a gasp coming from whomever it was. They were strong but his adrenaline was flowing, and he pushed the person against the wall, then turned on the bedside lamp ready to fight whoever it was. Tracey was awakened by the light and sat up, shocked to see a blue metallic skinned woman with no hair crouched in the corner.

"Nebula?" asked Bucky loudly. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"They know you're here," she said, in that odd almost whispery voice of hers. "I was taking your arm so you would be useless to them and perhaps they would leave you alone."

"Who is they?" he demanded, then he realized as soon as he asked it. "How did you find me? How did you know they found me?"

She looked nervously at him then at Tracey. "They talked about it at the wedding, about Ross and Fontaine trying to force you back into your previous life." She looked down at her own body for a moment. "I know what it's like to be seen just as a killing machine. I'm sorry, I should have wakened you first. We have to go, now."

At that moment the sound of a helicopter cut through the quiet outside, and they could see a light searching, its beams cutting through the gaps in the curtains. Bucky looked at Tracey.

"Put some clothes on now," he ordered then he looked at Nebula. "Do you have weapons?"

"Just what's on me," she said apologetically. "They found you through social media, a thing called Facebook. Your picture, with your wife, as you were swimming underwater. I was watching them, angry at what they were trying to force you into, and when I realized what they were planning I tried to get here first."

Bucky went to the closet and pulled out a bag he hadn't unpacked. Without modesty he pulled his pyjama bottoms off and pulled on his combat pants, then pulled his leather jacket out. He reached inside the bag, and took out a box, opening it to reveal a set of combat knives, inserting them into slots in the right leg of his pants.

"As long as it was in checked luggage, I could bring this," he explained to Tracey who was wearing jeans, a T-shirt and her sneakers. "Nebula, I'm going to give you my arm because you're not the first person to suggest removing it to lower my usefulness to them. Do you have your ship here?"

"The pod," she replied. "What do you want me to do?"

"Give me all that you have, except for one weapon," he said. "I'm going to lead them away and you're going to get my wife out of here."

"Bucky no!" exclaimed Tracey. "We stay together."

"No, they want me but if they have you, they'll use you to make me do what they want," he said, approaching her. Gently he touched her face. "I meant what I said about what you mean to me. Go with Nebula, she's a good fighter and with her pod she can get you out of here quickly." He pressed the sequence on his shoulder to pop his arm off and put it inside the bag his gear had been in, then put his jacket on, amazing Tracey as he zipped it up one-handed and handed it to Nebula. "Take it to a safe place and tell them to look after it until they can give it back to me."

Grabbing the phone as he heard the sound of yelling outside he had enough time to send a text to Sam, entering only the word Brooklyn before sending it, then he gave the phone to Tracey and kissed her. Nebula gave him her weapons, keeping only a firearm, then she grasped the bag containing the arm tightly and nodded to Tracey.

"Stay close to me," she said. "The pod isn't far away."

They all went out into the main part of the villa where Bucky went to the door leading to the beach, while Nebula and Tracey went to the door that led to the pathway. With a nod at each other they all bolted through the doors. At first Tracey had trouble keeping up with Nebula but the cyborg adjusted her pace and made sure that Tracey was right behind her. They ran down the path until they came to a side path, and she turned down that, stopping at a clearing beside what looked like a weird underwater sea vehicle made of glass and metal. It even had arms. Activating a control on the side, one of the metal portions slid over and Nebula beckoned to Tracey to get inside. She closed the panel once she was inside, started it up then turned to Tracey.

"I'm still going to help him," she said. "This pod is modified and is armed. I'll try to take out anyone who is chasing him."

Tracey gave a little shriek as the pod lifted into the air. She hadn't strapped herself in and did it quickly as Nebula skimmed along the treetops searching for Bucky's heat signature. Quickly she located him and went after those who were chasing him, while keeping an eye on the helicopter, not wanting to take fire from it if she could help it. After successfully taking out several of the pursuers she landed ahead of Bucky, opening the panel so he could hop in. He saw her and nodded his understanding, making a beeline for her when he suddenly stopped and began jerking as if someone had unleashed a taser at him.

"Bucky!" screamed Tracey, and she fumbled with her straps to go to him, but he waved her back, desperately trying to remove the taser leads when he was hit with another jolt. Looking up at her helplessly he said the words that with her heightened sense of hearing could hear as clear as anything. "Go! Get her out of here!"

"Sorry," whispered Nebula and she raised the pod quickly, taking it up high into the sky as Tracey wept.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked, through her sobs, realizing she was rising high into the atmosphere.

"Knowhere," replied Nebula. "It's where we live but will take some time to get there."

"No," said Tracey, her voice becoming stronger. "Take me to Wakanda. I'm pregnant and if you take me into space, it will expose me to radiation which could hurt the baby." Nebula looked back at the human woman, debating whether she should do it. "We need to tell them who has Bucky so they can mount a rescue for him. If we leave for your place, it will take too long. Please. He is my life, my love, and my husband. Help me."

For the longest time the cyborg said nothing although even on her metallic face Tracey could see the indecision. "Alright, Wakanda," said Nebula finally, setting a course.

Tracey pulled the phone out of her back pocket and tried to use it to call Sam but there was no signal. Until they arrived at Wakanda they were out of contact. As they flew across the ocean towards Africa, Tracey undid her straps and approached Nebula, standing next to her. The cyborg woman glanced at her.

"You wish to ask me something," she stated.

"You're a cyborg," said Tracey. "Did you start out as a biological being?"

"At birth, then my species adds enhancements," replied Nebula. "But my father, Thanos, began replacing my biological parts with cybernetic ones, partly as torture and partly as punishment."

"But you feel emotions?" asked Tracey. "You came to help Bucky, which means he meant something to you."

"We share things in common," said the blue skinned woman, deflecting the question. "He was changed against his will by those who tortured him. I know the vibranium arm is stronger than any other arm in this world. Without it, he is less valuable to those who took him."

"Did you know of the one he had before?"

Nebula's black eyes gazed on Tracey. "I never saw it, but I understand it was solely an instrument of death that he tried to rip from his body many times. I know that feeling. Why are you asking me these questions?"

"You're the first cyborg person I've ever met," said Tracey. "In our culture, it's usually seen as something evil, but you aren't. I think you were forced to do many wrong things by those who had control over you but once you had control over yourself your true nature came forth. Thank you for trying to help Bucky. I appreciate it."

She stared at Tracey again for some time. "You're welcome."

They said nothing more as the pod travelled across the ocean in the night, speeding towards sanctuary in Wakanda.

As Nebula raised the pod Bucky watched the terrified expression on Tracey's face when they left him behind. She would be safe. That was all that mattered. Gritting his teeth against the pain of the tasers that were directed at him he became aware of being surrounded by several dark clothed individuals, all with balaclavas on, pointing their firearms at him. The sound of a helicopter landing nearby and approaching footsteps indicated that his captor was near. Bucky prepared to launch himself at the person with all of the energy he had left, hoping to make the point that he wasn't going to be taken without a fight. That opportunity didn't come as he also heard the sound of a magazine being inserted into a handgun and it touching his ear.

"End of the line," said the familiar voice, who started laughing. "I can't believe you fell for my sob story."

"John," spat Bucky. "Should have known you were the linchpin."

Rough hands lifted him up and he looked into the blue eyes of John Walker, who smirked at him. "You really are easy to convince of wanting to turn over a new leaf." He looked at the others. "Where's his wife?"

"She got away," said one of them, "with a blue cyborg, female. Looks like she beat us here first. Uh, Boss, his arm isn't there."

John glared at the man. "What do you mean? Where the hell is it?" He struck Bucky across the face, bringing the taste of blood to his mouth. "Where's your arm?"

Bucky shrugged. "Halfway to Knowhere," he said, receiving a punch in the stomach from Walker for the answer.

As he tried to get his breath back, he watched as Walker walked up to a palm tree, punching it in two, furious that they had their man, but he was hobbled as an asset. Bucky grinned. Walker still didn't have control of his emotions. It would be easy to manipulate him into making mistakes.

"Send a team to get his sister," said Walker.

"Too late," stated Bucky. "Had a prearranged code with Sam and was able to send it. By now they're already in a secure location. You never were very good at keeping up with the pros."

With a yell Walker launched himself at Bucky, hitting him over and over again. Bucky took it, not even defending himself against it, knowing it would show Walker as weak and a bully. Finally, with a kick to Bucky's midsection as he lay on the ground Walker stopped and looked at his men.

"Get him to the chopper," he ordered. "Confirm that his sister is gone."

They dragged him to the helicopter, throwing him into a seat and buckling him in. As they lifted off several of the men took their balaclavas off and Bucky recognized most of them as being with Thaddeus Ross when they tried to take him at his house. There must be big money, corporate money, behind this operation. Sam, Rhodey, and the others had speculated in private conversations with Bucky that it appeared the impetus from all of this wasn't the government. He also wondered if Nebula would take Tracey to Knowhere, giving the arm to Rocket, or to Wakanda, hoping for the latter. Space flight would expose Tracey to radiation, and he knew she wouldn't agree to it. If she was able to talk Nebula into going to Wakanda then she would be with Rebecca and Janice, as Sam would make sure both got there. It was the safest place for all of them, even if this team that Ross was assembling was going to try and infiltrate the country. Ross really had no idea who or what they were up against and now that Bucky was on the inside, he would do all he could to sabotage them. It's what he agreed to take on if they ever succeeded in taking him. His mission was just beginning.

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queen-scribbles · 18 days ago

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smooth sailing

25. Smooth (pre-WotR; Trinne backstory)

This part of the house was empty now, had been for a few months. Made it a good place to come and think, or just enjoy the quiet. Trinne needed that today. Her thoughts were still a tangle over recent familial developments and if she had to hide in her sister's old rooms to process them, so be it.

She meandered through the practice room, past the sheet-shrouded harp, her fingers trailing the smooth marble-top table by the balcony doors. A breeze ruffled her hair as she opened the doors and stepped out, leaning against the railing. She'd always envied the view Simone had from here, maybe once the weirdness of her being gone had worn off, she could--

"Already plotting to steal my room?"

Trinne flinched, barking her knuckles on the rail as she spun around. "Simone?!"

Her older sister grinned, arms crossed as she leaned against the doorframe, glint of gold and amethyst on her finger. "Miss me, sprout?"

Trinne rolled her eyes. "Told you not to call me that. An' you've barely been gone two months, that's not enough time to miss you."

(Yes, it was.)

"Ow." Simone was still grinning, despite the complaint. "Maybe you missed me a little?"

"Maybe a little," Trinne said, faux-grudging and shaking out her sore knuckles as she crossed to hug her sister. "Did you have a good honeymoon? See anything cool? Most important" --she smiled winningly, arms around Simone's waist-- "did you bring me anything?"

Simone rolled her eyes and laughed. "Funny, that was Vera's chief interest, too. But she's six. Little more understandable than when you're fourteen," she teased, mussing Trinne's hair.

Trinne yelped and ducked back. "Hey, I had other questions, too! It's not the only thing I care about."

"Well, then, in order: yes, I had a good honeymoon, and I don't think you want me to elaborate further, we did see several cool things, but I'd rather tell everyone at the same time. And..." she held out a small velvet pouch that had been curled in her hand until now, "we did get you something."

"Ooo!" Trinne just managed to not snatch the pouch in her excitement, loosening the drawstring to empty the contents, a necklace, into her palm. "It's so pretty!"

The pendent was a dark bluish-grey pebble, flat and polished glass-smooth, almost twice the size of her thumbnail. A delicate silver setting had been carefully mounted on one end to connect it to the chain.

"One of the islands we visited has tidal pools around most of the coast. The ocean coming in and out but being somewhat calmed by the pools wears all the rocks extremely smooth," Simone explained. "And because of the pools, the smaller ones don't always gets washed back out. The locals make them into jewelry. I thought you'd like that, since you enjoy traveling as much as I do."

"I love it, thank you!" Trinne effused, slipping on the necklace. She rubbed the pendent between her fingers, marveling at the silky smoothness, the thready white line that crawled through the center.

"You're welcome. It's supposedly lucky, too," Simone winked. "Safe travels and smooth sailing. Guess you'll have to convince Da to take you on one of his trips to test it out."

She grinned back. "Guess I will. So, how long're you visiting?"

"Rest of the day while our ship resupplies," Simone said, teasing glint in her eyes. "Might spend the night if my little sister doesn't have designs on my bedroom."

"Hey, you can watch the Wittens' peacocks from your balcony," Trinne defended, her neck warming. You caught me.

"You can also hear them from here," Simone deadpanned. "You want to deal with that racket in the barely-tolerable hours of the morning, you can tell Mum and Da to switch our rooms. You have my blessing, sprout."

Trinne bit down the instinctive protest of the nickname and hugged her sister again. "You're the best, Sim. Now," she let go and grabbed Simone's hand to start dragging her out of the room. "I wanna hear about where you went and what you saw, let's get everyone together!"

Once the family was gather, Trinne sat and listened with rapt attention to the recounting of everywhere Simone and her husband had gotten to see, fingers rubbing her new necklace as she hoped she'd get to do the same someday.

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my-castles-crumbling · 6 months ago

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Hi Cas :) So I could do with some advice.

My WIFE and I (i’m very excited to be able to call her that) just got married. Last weekend. We’ve planned our honeymoon for in a few weeks cause we just bought a place together and wanna make sure everything’s moved in and settled before we go.

So during the AMAZING wedding, she was supposed to walk the aisle with her parents and then me after, with mine.

But, after she’d walked the aisle, I was in my little side room about to leave when there was a knock on my door.

My wife has a daughter, who’s nine, who I get on extremely well with, she’s my daughter in everything but blood.

(She called me mum a few weeks ago, me and wife started crying- and then she laughed at us) and she came into my room and she was crying.

I knew she was supposed to be in wedding at this point so I assumed the wedding was paused (and my wife never went down the aisle) since her daughter wasn’t there to walk down in front of her (as the flower girl).

So I sit down with her and she tells me that her grandparents (my wife’s parents) were very mean to her.

For a few years she’s had this cute obsession with Tiana, the disney princess. So me and my wife agreed she could wear Tiana’s dress down the aisle for our wedding cause we wanted her to be comfortable and she was really excited to wear the dress.

Turns out, that’s not what me wife’s parents wanted. They freaked out that she wasn’t in the dress that they apparently picked for her for our wedding? Which id heard nothing about. And so they “accidentally spilt” a drink on her dress just before she was supposed to go down the aisle, and said she had to wear their one.

So my daughter (i’ve been saying wife’s daughter to be clear, but she’s my daughter too so i’m just gonna call her that) tells me that her grandma bought this ugly yellow dress that doesn’t suit her, that’s itchy and uncomfortable and apparently “very, very expensive”. It had no meaning and her grandma (my now mother in law) said that her Tiana dress was tacky. And then ruined it but dropped three glasses of red wine down it. So she refused to give in and go out there.

And look, i’ve known my daughter forever. I met her when she was two and I raised her with my wife.

And my kid is RIGHT. I do not agree that she should just do what grandma says when grandma wants to put her in something uncomfortable that I didn’t agree to, and then ruin the dress she really wanted to wear.

So I texted my sister (who was my wife’s maid of honour- they’re bffs, it’s how we met) who I knew had her phone in case of emergency’s and told her what was going on. Turns out my wife was WAITING FOR ME at the alter cause her parents made go without her daughter, saying she was just coming, so they could put her in the dress they wanted.

My sister tells my wife and my wife storms of the alter to the room and hugs our daughter and tells her she was right not to give in.

And then her grandparents come in. They say i’ve corrupted their grand baby by teaching her not to listen to them, by letting her choose what to wear.

Then they say “She’s not your daughter so stop acting like she is”.

My wife got PISSED. She yelled that they’re ruining the wedding and that I raised our daughter (we do have an awesome family) and that they shouldn’t have gotten involved.

She then kicks them out of the room and admits to me they’ve been trying to get our daughter to wear this dress for the wedding for a few weeks cause apparently her Tiana outfit was tacky.

So, since we spent money on this damn wedding, we couldn’t exactly cancel, and we did still want our wedding, even if it went a bit crazy. So my wife explains to our lovely friends that there was an accident with our daughters dress and the grandparents go sit down with the smuggest smiles on their faces. Cause now, our daughter has nothing to wear but their nice dress.

And then our daughter tells me she’d rather wear the wine Tiana dress than the itchy one (I should also add, my daughter has some sensory issues- especially with things that itch, we carefully pick clothes for her, but her grandparents tend to ignore that).

Luckily though, I am an awesome step-mum who saw the ruined dress she was holding when she walked in, the vest she could not wear in our wedding, and upon hearing about the ugly dress- immediately texted my parents and told them to drive to our house and pick up her older Tiana dress. The battered one. That I demanded not be at the wedding since it was clearly old (we went back to the same, fancy, non itchy dress place to get the second Tiana dress for the wedding).

Luckily we wanted to be close by our house, so we were only like 15 min from the house by car, so there and back, and 30 min later, my parents arrived with the old dress.

(that was basically the same amount of time the arguing took anyway).

So yeah, long story short, she got to wear her nice Tiana dress (if a bit old looking) and we got happily married.

BUT now my in laws HATE me. Not joking. They think i’ve undermined them for life and have left me several scathing voicemails (I chose for my own peace of mind, not to pick up the phone). They never totally liked me since were both women and they weren’t super on board with the idea. But so far they’ve been happy with all the hoops I jump through (very happily btw, I would give that little girl everything) for their grand daughter. But now it was against them, they are mad.

And now my wife is mad at them for their actions during the wedding and being mad at me now. She called her mum a narcissist. To her face. And now they’re seriously very mad at each other.

Is there anything I can do to make this a bit better? ALSO, my wife doesn’t want to leave our daughter with my in laws while we’re on our honeymoon anymore, which was our plan before the wedding, so we asked my sister if she could and she’s happy to.

But i’m worried all this arguing has upset our daughter, and with the new place, not being settled yet, i’ve been thinking about asking my wife if we should push the honeymoon back a few months (the place we book at had very good refunds and flexibilities- we chose specifically in case we had to change it since our daughter tends to get sick a lot and we wanted to be able to move it in case we needed to stay) so we can get settled and make sure our daughter isn’t blaming herself for the arguments.

I just want everything to feel stable and I’m worried our daughter might not feel very stable if we leave in a week or two (knowing this family, solving conflicts until they’re not ever-present usually takes at least a month and a half).

Hi!

I just wanted to say first off, I am so proud of you! You did exactly right by your daughter, and in a situation like that one, it definitely can't have been easy. As someone who has stepparents, seeing a stepparent treat you as their own means SO much, even a kid. You are amazing for doing that <3

But genuinely, I don't think I'm the person to ask. I think this is a conversation to have with your wife. Luckily, it seems like your wife wants to put your daughter first just as much as you do (seeing as she's realistic about how horrible her parents were- thank god!), so I think you need to ask your wife how she feels about putting off the honeymoon. You both know your daughter best, you know? And parenting (good parenting) is about communication and knowing your child.

You've done amazing so far- keep it up!

I'd love to hear an update! I'm naming you mom anon.

#ask #asks #ask cas #mom anon

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hoedamn-eron · 1 year ago

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baby, please - part 2

You've had an awful lot of wine this week, and your date with Santiago is going well. Very, very well.

Warnings: Alcohol drinking. Bad descriptions of people, I'm sorry. Terrible descriptions of flirting. Again, like one or two swear words. The ending was a little cheesy but I had to end it somehow! Proofread but lazily done. Word count: 3,704 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Part 1 ● Series Masterlist ● Part 3

You greeted your friends at your door with big smiles and huge hugs, ones where you were squeezing each other to death as you prattle on about how long it’s been since you last saw each other and how tonight had been a long time coming.

Obviously, you were ready on time for them after leaving work late. Your hair may still be a little damp after your shower, but you were all wearing your fancy pyjamas anyway, so it didn’t really matter. You had set out an Instagram worthy platter of fruits, cheeses, crackers, and small desserts, which you knew would be devoured before the night ends. And if not, you could use them for your lunches for the week.

You usher your friends into your apartment, practically shoving filled wine glasses in their hands as they went and sat down in your armchair by your window. It had belonged to your grandmother, once upon a time, and you’d inherited it after her death. She wasn’t the nicest person around, and you were surprised she decided to give you anything. It was a comfortable armchair, and only needed a little bit of TLC and revamping for it to make the move to Florida with you.

“How are you and Georgia doing?” you asked Elizabeth. “Have you found a wedding venue yet?”

Elizabeth, your first friend you’d made in Florida, waved her ebony hand at you as she took a big gulp of her red wine. Preferably going by Beth, you both met at your first day at the company. She exuded confidence that commanded attention wherever she went. You had taken over Elizabeth’s job when she left a year after you arrived, to move into interior design. She had her own very successful company, where she had a yearlong waitlist for clients asking to redesign their homes. She had been with Georgia for as long as you could remember, and Beth wasted no time in planning their wedding as soon as Georgia proposed. “Don’t get me started. I personally think we should do destination wedding, because how often can you go and get married in Greece? But she wants a simple wedding, just close friends and family. She wants to save money for the IVF, you know? So…we’re at a little bit of an impasse.”

“Do what I did and flip a coin. Andy won that one.” Courtney smirked. A redhead, gym nut, and overachiever, Courtney was your most down to earth friend who had once been a client for the company. She was the one you went to for sound advice, since she had no problem telling you her true opinion, even if it wasn’t what you wanted to hear. Recently married to Andrew, she’d made a few good-natured jokes at her wedding about your single life before you and one of the groomsmen hit it off and spent the night together. You and Courtney had ribbed at each other the day after about it.

Beth rolled her dark brown eyes. “You white people and your coin flips. I’ll treat it like my business. Focus on the pros and cons and see what flows well with our vision.”

“You could always go to Greece for the honeymoon,” Gabrielle pointed out. She was every family man’s wet dream; blonde, blue eyed, and the epitome of a ‘mom’. She married young, deciding that after working for a few years then getting pregnant, being a mother was her dream job, and you were proud of her for it. She had a four-year-old son and an eighteen-month-old daughter, and with her husband, Matthew, they made a dream team; they were at every soccer game, every play date, every bake sale, and still managed to function and pull themselves together every day. You applauded her. You’d met her on a chance meeting at your first exhibition, when she was still working as an assistant at her old job. You had immediately clicked.

Beth hummed. “We could, but we were looking at France for a honeymoon. We thought we would go to Cannes in time for the film festival.”

“You going to jump right into trying for kids?” Courtney asked.

Beth nodded. “If our plans work out, our first round will be just before our honeymoon. Georgia’s probably looking at donor profiles right now.”

Your evening went on about more wedding plans, how Gabrielle’s kids were doing, Courtney’s future plans for kids, and how her new house was getting on. It was nice, seeing your friends again. Sure, you had occasional one on one time, and you all had your group chat, although that wasn’t as prolific as it used to be, you were still in communication with each other, but there was nothing like being with your best friends all together. They really did melt your stress away. You all were three bottles of wine down and the food board was lacking before the usual topic of your dating life came up.

“So,” Beth calls your name, smirking at you. “Anything new with you?”

You shrugged at her, topping up your glass of the white wine you’d been enjoying. “Nothing much. I’ve got a date on Saturday, with Emily’s neighbour, you know, my co-worker?”

“Ooh, cute, what’s he like?”

“His name is Santiago, he’s ex-army.”

“Sounds stiff.”

“Emily said he’s nice. And good looking.”

“Have you seen a picture of him?” Courtney asked.

You shake your head and Beth laughs. “How do you know if you’re going to like him?”

��I’ll just have to go out on the date and find out,” you say teasingly, taking a sip of your wine. “You never know, he might stick around.”

You ignore the slight pang in your chest as your friends laugh along with you.

Maybe it was because all you did was spend time at the office and all your days were blurring into one, but it was suddenly Saturday, and you had to make yourself get ready for your date with Santiago (or Santi, as he told you to call him). You had both kept up with a few texts here and there during the week, the conversation not actually going anywhere other than talking about the date. That was fine with you, but you would like to have some sort of idea of what kind of guy Santi was.

You’d pondered embarrassingly long and hard about what to wear on your date with Santi before deciding to just go out and find something new. So here you were, with Gabrielle and her daughter, Luna, who had nodded off quite some time ago, her mouth hanging open from her position in her stroller as her mother slowly rocked her back and forth as you browsed through the clothes.

“So are you looking forward to tonight?”

You gave a light shrug before nodding, looking through the rack of clothes opposite your blonde friend. “I guess. Yeah, sure. It’ll be nice to go somewhere that isn’t the office, you know?”

Gabrielle gave a hum as she nodded. “I get that. I don’t get out much for me anymore. What about this one?”

You look up from the assortment of shirts you were looking at to see Gabrielle holding up a forest green, thin strapped dress. It was cute, but it wasn’t for a casual date. You crinkle your nose and shake your head. Gabrielle nodded before hanging it back up and browsing again.

Your turn back to the shirts. “Can you get a babysitter for the kids?”

“Matthew doesn’t trust anyone to look after them, and he doesn’t want to burden our parents.” Gabrielle rolled her eyes. “I tell him all the time, taking a break every now and then isn’t going to traumatise the kids, but he just doesn’t listen.”

“Can he not watch the kids?”

“He likes doing things as a family. I love him, really, I do. He’s amazing and a great dad, but he’s so…so…”

“Clingy?”

“Yes! No. More like he’s severely ‘family orientated’.” She groaned, briefly closing her eyes before looking at you. “Not like that’s a bad thing – “

“I know what you mean, don’t worry about it.” You give her a reassuring smile. “I’d offer to look after them, but with my hours at the moment – “

Gabrielle cut off your rant with a wave of a hand. “Don’t even explain yourself, I know how busy you are.”

“Maybe when the launch is over – “

“I’ll definitely take you up on that offer when the launch is over.”

You grin before you move over to the next set of clothes before a flash of deep red caught your eye. You pick up the dress from the rack, turning it around in your hands. It was cute, long sleeved, and styled as a button up shirt dress. It cinched in at the waist with a matching belt.

And it was on sale.

It would be good for the date, and for that business meeting you had next week. You were sold.

“I’m getting this,” you said to Gabrielle, putting the dress back before looking through the rest for your size. You pull it from the others, giving it a final once over before hanging it over your arm as you approached Gabrielle, who was also giving it a once over.

She nodded. “Pretty. You should get some new shoes to go with it.”

“I already have those black knee-high boots I bought last month, I haven’t worn those yet.”

Gabrielle grinned. “You’re gonna be a knockout.”

After having a quick lunch with Gabrielle and saying your goodbyes to her and Luna, you made your way home to prepare yourself for your date. You took a nice long, relaxing soak in your bath, using your favourite vanilla scented bodywash. After the water was long cooled, you climbed out and took your time to dry off, moisturising and placing on a face mask, using some of your free time to catch up on your Netflix show you had all but nearly abandoned due to your busy schedule.

Halfway through an episode, you gave Santi another text, telling him you were looking forward to your date. It didn’t take him long to text back, telling you the same and that he will see you there at 7:30pm.

After a few more episodes of your show, you had to get ready, or you’d be late. Your face mask was removed long ago, your skin was glowing, and soft, ready for your usual date make up. You chose to go for a red lip tonight, to go with your new red dress. You style your hair before finally putting on the dress and boots. You grab your bag and look at yourself in the mirror.

You’re damn hot, if you do say so yourself.

You called an Uber, intending on having some wine with dinner. You text your friends your Uber details as you got into the cab and shared your location (you’d heard too many horror stories), thanking the driver before you made your way to the restaurant, five minutes to spare for the reservation. You confirmed to your friends that you’d arrived okay and made your way into the restaurant. You smiled at the host, giving Santi’s name before being led to a table of two towards the front, by the window.

You thank the host and take a seat, placing your bag over the back of your chair as a waiter, barely older than eighteen, quickly comes over and hands you a menu. He introduces himself as Jacob, and he was your ‘server for the evening’. He spouted off the specials they had on that night. You thanked him before ordering a medium glass of wine with a smile. He walked away quickly as took a quick look around. You had to hand it to Santi, Bella Cucina was a nice place. It was dimly lit, but not so much that it was too dark; just enough to be considered cosy. The music was softly playing in the background, blending in with the lull of conversation of the other patrons.

You looked through the menu, not sure if you wanted pasta or pizza, or to try something new. You gave Jacob a thank you as he bought your white wine, taking a sip as you looked back through the menu. A mushroom and parmesan risotto sounded good, in a creamy sauce and spinach. It would definitely go well with your white wine.

The question of your name causes you to look up from the menu. Your eyes widen and your heart skips a beat as you look into the molten brown eyes of the most good-looking human being you’d ever seen, with a head of dark curls your fingers were itching to run through. He was dressed in a white button up, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, revealing his toned and golden hued forearms. He wore dark pants, which were displaying just thick his thighs were, which already had you nearly drooling. With his chiselled jawline, accentuated by a hint of stubble, he exuded a sense of rugged masculinity and confidence. You had to practically lift your jaw up off the floor.

He gives you a smile that was almost a smirk at your blatant ogling, before he holds his hand out to you. “I’m Santi.”

You blink at him before standing, reaching to shake his hand. “Sorry. It’s nice to meet you, Santi.” You introduce yourself.

“Nice to meet you too. Have you been waiting long?”

You shake your head as you both take your seats opposite each other. “Nope, not at all. Just arrived, actually.”

“Okay, good. Did you get a chance to look at the menu? Know what you’re having?”

“I was looking at the mushroom risotto, it sounds amazing.”

“I’ll be sure to take a look.”

You hummed in agreement before picking up your menu again, only to give yourself something to do as you subtly checked him out again.

Emily was right, he was really good looking. Like, just-your-type good looking. You couldn’t stop staring at him. He had a slight crease in his brow as he frowned at the menu, his full, well-defined lips slightly pouting. They looked like they held a promise of tender moments and stolen kisses. Every subtle movement and gesture projected an effortless confidence that was undeniably attractive. You made a mental note to give Emily a bunch of flowers, or a fruit basket as thanks.

Or you needed to get a grip. Although handsome, stunning, practically striking, Santi is just like any other guy you’ve dated.

You avert your gaze as he places down his menu. “I think I’ll have the spaghetti and meatballs. Keep it simple.” He gives you a closed lipped smile.

Jacob made his way over as soon as you closed your menus. After Santi ordered his drink (a standard beer), you briefly discussed appetisers and sides. You both agreed to split a few sides with your mains, giving Jacob a smile of thanks as he walked away to put in your order.

You both went quiet. It was a little awkward, as all first dates were, especially blind dates. You expected it.

“So what is it you do, Santi? Emily mentioned you were ex-army?”

Santi hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, Special Ops, actually. Now I’m just consulting.” He went quiet for a moment before lightly shrugging a shoulder. “Needed to settle down, somewhere. Did a lot of moving around, you know?”

You nod in interest, taking a sip of your almost forgotten wine. “Been anywhere interesting?”

“Mostly South America. Thanks.” Santi gave a nod to Jacob as his beer was placed in front of him. “Nowhere exciting really. Didn’t really see the sights.”

“Maybe one day, now that you’re just consulting.”

Santi hummed in acknowledgement before resting his elbows on the table, leaning forward towards you. “You work in marketing with Emily, right? What do you do in your free time?”

You give a short laugh. “Unfortunately, not an awful lot. I like reading but I haven’t picked a book up for probably a year now. I tried yoga once and hated it. I couldn’t shut off.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I get that.”

“What about you? What do you do in your free time?”

“I jog, and hike sometimes. I occasionally play guitar, but not so much recently.”

Conversation starts to flow a little easier as you wait for your food. You found out that he had a big family but due to his old job, he hadn’t been around much, so they barely spoke. Your heart broke a little for him when he mentioned his father had died when he was young, and his mother a few years ago when he was away in Colombia. You had given his hand a squeeze at that. He had said he was fine, that ‘his boys’ were there, in Florida, and they were his family really.

You mentioned that you weren’t overly close with your family either since they didn’t quite agree with your career path, and the fact you moved away as soon as you could. He got a bit of a kick from that. You talked about your college years, and Santi his early days in training. You shared a few laughs about the things you both got up to, which would make the devil blush.

Once your food arrived, you ordered more drinks, since your first ones had long been emptied. The same again, white wine and a beer.

“This is a really nice place,” you comment as you tuck into your risotto.

Santi nodded. “Yeah, my buddy Frankie brings his wife here all the time. He recommended this place to me.”

“Take all your dates here?” you teased.

He laughed, looking up at you from his food. “Just you.”

You felt your cheeks warm slightly as you smirked, taking a bite from the side of greens you’d ordered.

You talked about what movies you both liked. Surprisingly, Santi was partial to a cheesy romance movie, and a sucker for when the underdog comes out on top. But his favourite movies, unironically, where the Mission: Impossible movies. You teased him good naturedly about that, something he threw straight back at you, laughing.

You talked about your favourite music. Santi was a die-hard Metallica fan and had been since he was a kid. He it had always gotten him ‘in the zone’ back in his army days. You briefly touched upon that, but his, respectfully shot that down. He’d mentioned he’d been out of the game for a while, since he needed surgery on his back, and his bad knees. You didn’t pry, it wasn’t any of your business.

You also talked about your friends. How you had a close group of three friends, but since kids and marriage were coming into play, you hadn’t seen them as much as you used to. Which was fine, of course. Santi then told you of his friends, his brothers from the army. How they were his chosen family, and how he’d do anything for them. He mentioned Tom, someone who he lost half a year ago before he officially retired.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, that’s awful for you.”

Santi shrugged, giving a small smile that didn’t contain any happiness. “It’s okay. It’s a risk we take with the job.”

You both mentally decide to move on and change the subject. You finished your meals and opted out of dessert, ordering more drinks for yourselves instead. It was probably your fourth glass of wine, and you were feeling light but not quite tipsy. The restaurant was slowly emptying, and you found yourself feeling slightly down that the date was coming to an end. You found Santi Garcia to be a captivating paradox, a mix of strength, charm, and intellect in a way that was utterly irresistible.

At this point, Emily was getting a bouquet, and a fruit basket.

You mention getting the check, and seeing if you both wanted a coffee somewhere else. That was when Santi suddenly tensed, and you blinked at him in surprise. Had you said the wrong thing?

“I should really be getting home.”

“Oh. Sure, okay, not a problem.”

He pulled a face, squirming in his chair, uncomfortable. “Listen, I don’t want to sound rude, or anything but…” Santi licked his lips nervously before looking at you apologetically. “I only agreed to this because it got Emily off my back. Don’t get me wrong, you’re really nice, but she’s been hounding me for months about setting me up with someone, and – “

“She can’t keep her nose out of it?” you ask, raising an eyebrow in amusement as you grinned at him.

Santi sighed, his shoulders relaxing just a smidge as he nodded at you. “Yeah.”

You shook your head. “Don’t worry about it. I only said yes because she sounded really excited about setting me up. I’m not interested in anything serious, at all.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Okay. It’s just that Emily had mentioned that your friends were married, and you were – “

You roll your eyes. Fuck the fruit basket. “She was wrong. I have no desire for relationship. We can end this here. I’ve had a great night regardless, if you don’t want to see me again, that’s no problem.”

Santi studied you for a moment before he leaned forward towards you, that smirk on his face again. “In that case, I’m going to be really bold here and tell you I think you’re really attractive and I’d like to make you feel good for the night, if you’re interested?”

Your breath hitched, and you felt a shiver go down your spine. That was bold. And you were all for it.

You cleared your throat, looking for Jacob to ask for the check. You smile at your server, telling him you had a fantastic night, food was excellent, and you would be coming again. You turned back to look at Santi as the teen walked off. You smirked. “Your place or mine?”

“What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t get you home?” he smirked.

#triple frontier #santiago garcia x reader #santiago x reader #santiago garcia x f!reader #santiago garcia #oscar isaac #pregnant!reader

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talesfromthesnogbox · 2 years ago

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I Was Wonderful

Summary: Steve thought maybe he'd be a basketball dad, he never thought he'd be a dance mom.

Rating: General

Word Count: 3,245

Notes: Hiya! This is a more fleshed out version of a thing I posted a few months back that ended up getting some traction. I haven't actually ever written for Steddie, sorry if the characterization is all over the place, I'm rusty!

Yes, this one did come to me midway through a Dance Moms rewatch. In all fairness, I grew up dancing so this fic was kind of inevitable. Hope you enjoy!

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Steve Harrington never saw himself as a girl dad.

After the dust settled with Vecna, and his crop of (now teenage) nuggets was safe, Steve went through a period of self discovery, or what Robin loves to call his “big gay awakening”. See, Steve Harrington was always a ladies man, no matter how much he struck out. So when he fell for one Eddie Munson, that was a shock to all, especially Steve.

But big gay awakening aside, Steve and Eddie were madly and completely in love, and Steve didn’t care who knew it. Nothing had ever felt more natural in his life than being with Eddie, they just made sense together. Even years after Steve’s heartfelt confession, the two were still in their honeymoon phase, so nobody was surprised when one sunny Fourth of July, they announced they were going to start the adoption process.

Neither of them knew what to expect. They went to Wayne for advice, having adopted Eddie legally after he was dropped off on his doorstep all those years ago, but this was different. Not too many agencies were too ecstatic about the idea of two “unmarried” men taking on a child together in the year 1993. The process was long and frustrating, and frankly, Eddie was ready to give up.

“It’s been two years, maybe it’s just not meant to be Stevie.”

Steve shook his head. “So then we push on through year three. It’ll happen Eddie, I know it.” He took Eddie’s hand, lacing their fingers together and squeezing lightly.

“I just… Steve, I love you, and I wish I could give you the life you always wanted—”

“No, none of that Munson.” Steve cut him off. “Things change, I changed when I got to know you. I don’t need six little nuggets and a Winnebago to be happy. I need you and the life we have, and maybe a little bit of hope that one day we’ll find someone to take a chance on us.”

And suddenly, one day almost at the end of year three, someone finally took a chance on them.

Steve played with his ring nervously as he sat and waited in the office at the adoption agency (they couldn’t legally get married, but that wasn’t to say they couldn’t wear rings and call each other husband to show their commitment to each other). Eddie listened intently to the social worker, explaining that their application had been approved, that the little one didn’t have anywhere else to go and they thought their home would be a good fit. Steve’s heart pounded in his ears, only catching half the conversation.

“Her name is Rosie—”

“Sorry, her?” Steve cut him off.

“Yes, eleven month old Rosemary Evelyn, born August 13th, 1995. She was born premature, and her mother had some complications during birth and passed away shortly after. Her father surrendered her, and she’s been in our care for just under a week.” The social worker could see Steve’s face contort in confusion. “Is that a problem, Steve?”

He shook his head. “No I just… I never… how could… can we meet her?”

Steve Harrington never saw himself as a girl dad, until he met Rosemary Evelyn.

Tears sprung to Eddie’s eyes as they were ushered into the play room, a small babbling little girl with dark curly hair, big blue eyes, and chubby rosy cheeks stared up at them. She smiled when she met their eyes, and instantly, they were gone for her.

Within a week, the Harrington house was fully baby-proofed, and Rosie Harrington was moving in. Steve felt a sense of fulfillment wash over him seeing Eddie hold her. It had only been a few days, but he already knew Eddie was the best dad on the planet. A year passed, and then two, and Steve was absolutely positive that no other dad was as good, or kind, or loving as Eddie Munson.

But that frustrated the hell out of Steve.

One night, Steve collapsed on the couch next to Eddie, and exasperated sigh leaving his lips. “I don’t get it. She loves Metallica, she’s obsessed with Lord of the Rings, but she doesn’t even want to try basketball.”

Eddie laughed. “Stevie, she’s only just turned four, are you really sad you aren’t raising a jock?”

“No! I just want to be able to share something with her like you are.” Eddie saw right through his worry and tugged Steve down, laying his head across his lap.

“Baby, you’re nothing like your dad. You’re trying, you’re spending time with her, and she can see that, I promise you. Rosie loves you, and you’ll find something.” Eddie stroked Steve’s hair, seeing the worry dissipate. “Hey, Wayne is itching to see her before she starts preschool, why don’t we send her off to grandpa’s for the day, maybe he can get her to play ball or something.”

Steve smiled. “Yeah, yeah I think she’d like that.”

When Eddie and Steve picked up Rosie from Wayne’s the next day, she wasn’t playing ball with him on the front lawn. Instead, their little girl ran to them in a droopy pink tutu and leotard with little ballet slippers. “Daddy! Daddy! Look what Grandpa Wayne gave me.” She was all smiles as she spun in place, nearly toppling over from lack of balance and excitement when Steve caught her.

“Wow princess, look at you!”

Wayne picked up a rogue sequin and grumbled. “Claudia was over earlier, they were showing something about Swan Lake on cable and the kiddo’s eyes lit up. We went for a walk downtown and looks like there’s a dance school that just opened up.”

Steve’s brows shot up. “Really? What do you think Rosie, should we go down there and see if they have any classes for you?”

That’s how Steve found himself a Saturday morning regular at Sparkle Steps Dance Centre. They had a routine down: the boys would wake her up, Steve would slick back Rosie’s hair into a delicate little ballet bun while she ate breakfast, they’d help her into her tights and leotard, tie her skirt, and pack her little shoes in her backpack and walk on over to the studio. Rosie would say hi to Ashley the receptionist, and hug Steve before her hour long 9am ballet class with Miss Abby in studio A.

“Good morning Melissa, Kelly, Jill.” Steve sat in his regular spot in the viewing room with the other moms.

“Morning Steve!”

Steve Harrington had become an enigma to the moms at the studio. They loved to gossip about where Rosie’s mother was, who she was, and why she was never seen with Steve at the studio. But Rosie always came in early, perfectly dressed, and well mannered despite her sass at home. Steve pretended he didn’t hear what the moms at the studio were saying about him; he was 33 with the same great hair he’d had in high school, and charm to go along with it. He wore a wedding ring, but never spoke of a significant other, it was always just Steve and Rosie.

Of course Eddie had wanted to join them, but wanted to give Steve space, have something that was his with their daughter, and he was perfectly happy to have a day to sleep in.

One of those quiet Saturday mornings, Rosie had insisted they stay after her ballet class to watch her new friend Rachel. “Daddy her feet make noise! Can I do that?”

Steve tilted his head as he watched the girls in the class stomp their feet and tap their toes. He knew Eddie would approve of the rhythmic sounds the tap shoes made, but worried it would be too much all at once. He looked to Melissa, “Rachel likes it?”

Melissa smiled and nodded enthusiastically. “She loves it, it keeps her busy and tires her out so she actually naps in the afternoon.”

Steve nodded in approval. “Let me think about it, okay Princess?”

As soon as they’d arrived home, Steve grabbed Eddie and dialled Dustin. “We need to talk, Rosie wants to start tap.”

“Tap, like the noisy shoes tap?” Eddie’s eyes lit up. “That’s metal as fuck, Gareth will probably want to teach her how to drum next once she’s got the rhythm.”

“Steve, you can’t take her out of ballet, it’s the foundation of all dance, she needs that foundation.” Dustin rebutted through the phone. The kid was way too invested in his niece’s interests, and that’s probably why he was her favourite uncle.

“No, no, she’d do both. Ballet and tap. But you don’t think that’ll overwhelm her will it? She’s only four.”

Eddie shook his head, and Dustin laughed. “Steve, she’s like the smartest kid I know aside from my own. She’ll do fine.”

“Dustin, your kid is like five months old.” Eddie chided him. “Stevie, Rosie is gonna be fine, let her do tap!”

Just like that, Steve’s one hour at the dance studio Saturday mornings became two. “She’s so excited for the next class.” He chatted happily with Melissa. “But I’m confused, the taps didn’t come screwed on.”

Melissa giggled. “No sweetie, you’ve gotta screw them on yourself. Do you have a toolkit in your car?”

Steve sighed. “Shit, no we walked here. Hold on, let me call someone.” He ran down to reception, Ashley granting him the phone, and prayed Eddie was out of bed. “Hey babe, I need a screwdriver…”

Twenty minutes later Eddie came barrelling up the stairs to the viewing room, Ashley hot on his tail. “Sir, that room is for parents only—”

“It’s okay Ashley! He’s with me.” Steve assured her, handing Eddie the shoe and the tap. “Thanks for coming so quickly.”

“No sweat, couldn’t let our little girl miss out on her first day of tap.” He kissed Steve’s cheek, not realizing three pairs of eyes on him.

Steve’s cheeks blazed red as Melissa, Kelly, and Jill eyed the matching ring on Eddie’s left hand, putting the pieces together. He cleared his throat and gestured to Eddie. “Um, ladies this is Eddie, my husband.”

“Oh, husband!” Jill sidled up beside them. “Very nice to meet you Eddie, Steve has told us nothing about you.”

Eddie chuckled. “No glowing review big boy?”

Steve hung his head. “Not everyone in Hawkins is so open minded…”

Eddie and Steve spent the rest of the hour telling the moms about how they got together, their small wedding ceremony in the Byers’ backyard, and how they’d adopted Rosie. By the time the ballet class had ended, the moms had adopted Eddie as one of their own just as they had Steve. Before long, Eddie was joining Steve and Rosie on Saturday mornings at the studio.

Autumn flew quickly, Christmas came and went, and once the new year hit, recital talk began. Rosie really took to her lessons, she raised her hand when she didn’t understand something, and Steve took to practicing her routines with her at home, even if he didn’t fully understand what he was doing.

“Remember what miss Abby told you, shoulders down, chin up, soft hands, stretch your feet, okay?”

Rosie nodded, kissing Steve’s cheek and disappearing through the doorway of studio A.

“Moms? Can you join me in the studio please?” Miss Abby beckoned to the adults. They all followed dutifully, taking off their shoes and lining up at the barre. “As you all know, recital season is quickly approaching. We’ll be putting in orders for the tutus and their tap costumes, but they’ll need to be modified. Proper buns for the recital and light stage makeup, clean pink tights for ballet, and nude tights for tap. Got it?”

The moms and Steve nodded as they were dismissed, making a mental note of what he needed. “Melissa, when she says modified…?”

“Oh you know, glitter, rhinestones, the usual.”

“Right, the usual, cool.”

Steve’s head was in the clouds until he returned home; Eddie, always the observant one, could see the panic on his face.

“Babe I think we’re in over our heads with this dance thing. I need to modify costumes now?”

Eddie frowned. “Modify how?” Steve relayed what Melissa had said, panic stricken. “Steven, that’s nothing. Did you forget I used to make whole costumes for the party for DnD? I got this.”

The day the costumes arrived, Eddie finally felt totally in his element with the moms. He’d brought along his whole costume kit, much to the surprise of the moms, showing them how well his fabric glue held, and teaching them the best stitches to ensure no elastics snapped off their daughters’ ballet slippers. For once, he was the star parent, and a huge wave of pride rolled off Steve as miss Abby complimented Eddie’s tailoring work on Rosie’s costumes.

Eddie tagging along to the studio meant Steve had backup learning Rosie’s routines. His memory was sharper than Steve’s was, and he was surprisingly more competitive. They worked together to support their little dancer, Steve would wake up early with her and stretch before their day began, Eddie would help her run through her routines before bed each night. One day after work at the body shop, Eddie brought home a large slab of wood, sanded and stained and perfect for practicing with tap shoes on, and a pair of the noisy shoes for himself, knowing he could help his girl better if he could do the steps with her. Steve stood behind them watching Eddie coach Rosie through the steps, counting them out for her as she danced.

“ONE and TWO and THREE-EE and a FOUR. Don’t forget that brush in there, stay on your toes don’t drop your heels, yes that’s it!”

Steve chuckled and decided it was time to intervene, hitting pause on the tape. “Alright twinkletoes, bath and then bed.”

Eddie picked her up, depositing her on the couch and helping her take off her shoes. “Daddy did you see, I did the whole dance without forgetting the next step!”

“I saw princess, you’re doing wonderful! And what do you say to dad for helping you run through your routines?”

Rosie kissed Eddie on the cheek and threw her little arms around his neck. “Thank you Dad, I love you.”

“I love you too kiddo, I’m so proud of you.” He peppered her face with kisses, tossing her noisy shoes onto the tap board. “Now go take a bath, you stink.”

She giggled, running to her room to grab her bathrobe.

“You’re incredible.” Steve hugged Eddie from behind.

“I dunno man, her technique is better than mine will ever be—”

Steve squeezed him harder and whispered lowly in Eddie’s ear. “Shut up, you know I’m not talking about the dancing. You. Are. An amazing. Father. And I love you, so fucking much.”

Eddie turned in his arms and caught Steve in a searing kiss. “She’s an amazing kid, she’s our amazing kid. And I love you too.” He pulled his husband in as close as he could, reconnecting their lips in another toe curling kiss.

“Ew! That’s so gross!”

Eddie chuckled, pulling away. “Guess this will have to wait until after bath time.”

“Holding you to that Munson. Now come on, time to bathe the gremlin.”

The early June recital weekend came faster than anyone was prepared for, and the boys were panicking.

“Stevie, are you sure we’re supposed to put makeup on her? She’s just a kid.”

“Eddie relax. Abby said light stage makeup. It’s probably just so the lights don’t wash her out. Gotta see that beautiful face from the back of the theatre.” Steve kissed Rosie’s cheek and swiped on some more blush. “But just for dance, you got that? No makeup until you’re older. Your beautiful skin doesn’t need all that gunk on it.”

Rosie nodded dutifully and closed her eyes as Steve applied a thick layer of eyeliner.

“There, what do you think?”

Eddie turned his head sideways and frowned. “Baby I think you went a little too heavy on the cheeks.”

“God you’re right, we’re hopeless.”

“It’s okay Daddy, Auntie Nancy can fix it when she brings me to the stage door.”

He patted the top of her head, careful not to disrupt her perfectly slicked back hair. “Auntie Nancy will make you look perfect. Come on, let’s wipe this off before she gets here.”

Nancy and Robin took Rosie to the stage door while Eddie, Steve, Wayne, and Claudia found their seats. As soon as 7:00 hit, the house lights went down, and the show was starting. Rosie’s ballet routine was right after the opening number, and Steve hadn’t been so nervous in a long time. As the music faded out and the lights changed, he took Eddie’s hand and squeezed, feeling his husband squeeze back.

After what felt like hours, Rosie’s ballet music started. A chorus of “Awww” spread out amongst the audience as the four little girls scurried out in their rhinestoned tutus, big smiles on their faces. Steve barely saw the routine he knew so well; his eyes glistened with tears seeing Rosie on stage, confidently dancing just like they’d practiced. Chin up, shoulders down, soft hands, feet stretched. Eddie on the other hand had his lips pursed, watching her intently as she made it through a particularly difficult stretch of the routine. “Yes!” He whispered when she landed her pirouette, perfectly spotting the back wall just as Steve had reminded her to. The number was over too soon, and Steve was whispering “I love you” towards the stage as applause broke out and their daughter exited stage right.

Steve wiped his tears, subtly kissing the back of Eddie’s hand. They could relax until intermission, Rosie’s tap number wasn’t until the second half of the show.

The tap number turned out to be a hit. Steve didn’t expect to still be emotional watching his girl on stage, but the tears came nonetheless. Eddie was more tense for this one, listening to all her sounds, counting out the music as they danced. “That’s my girl!” He shouted as Melissa and Jill whooped on the other side of him as Rosie landed her pickups. Wayne quietly handed Steve a tissue, sporting one of his own in his shirt sleeve as the girls finished their routine and flapped off the stage.

Just like that, the show was over, and it was time to collect their little dancer.

“Daddies! Grandpa Wayne!” Rosie came running towards them, hugging Wayne around the leg.

“Did you see Auntie Claudia, Nancy, and Robin came too?”

She nodded enthusiastically, passing hugs around to all of them. Her eyes lit up as Wayne handed her a bouquet of roses, and Robin a little teddy bear in a tutu, congratulating her on a great show. She’d had a big day, and Steve could tell she was exhausted.

“Here princess, let me take those for you.” He took the bouquet as Eddie picked her up, her little head falling to his shoulder. Glitter rained down Eddie’s right side, sticking itself to the ends of his hair and his worn leather jacket. Steve chuckled sympathetically, brushing what he could from his back as they took her out to the car.

“Hey Daddy guess what?”

“What’s up, princess?” Steve opened the lobby door, letting Eddie and their sleepy dancer through first.

“I was wonderful.”

The boys chuckled, Eddie kissing the top of her head. “You were baby, you were.”

#steddie #steve x eddie #steddie dads #girl dads steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie muson #stranger things fic #my writing

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lovebombs4life · 1 year ago

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would love to see something from calum’s pov, maybe how he feels being in love with y/n? how it is for him do to daily things with her, holding her…

paper rings - c.t.h.

requested: yes!! i’m in a very soft mood thinking of calum - this is a bit of a blurb :)

a/n: this is from calum’s pov :))

calum is so babygirl

cw: none that i can tell :)

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eleven years ago, i met my best friend, and light of my life, y/n y/l/n. she was so incredibly kind, and her smile was so bright. i knew right then and there i never wanted to let her go.

we started dating a month later, entranced in each other. she told me all her secrets, and i told her all mine. we picked up on each others habits, almost becoming the same people.

as we’ve grown together, i admired her more and more every second of the day. the way her cheeks would get rosy, her hair falling so perfectly, the shining look in her eyes after we’d kiss, how she’d always scream every word to her favorite songs.

when i went on tour, i always brought her with. i never wanted to leave y/n’s side for that long. i got custom made outfits for her so we’d match.

it was one of our last shows in europe, and i was wearing my green star tank, and a pair of black cargos. she wore the same thing, only in her size. we even had matching shoes.

her tank was cropped and hugged her body perfectly. i stole glances at her any chance i got when performing. my heart soared when o saw her singing along, looking up at me the whole time.

the fans loved her, and she would go out of her way to get security and take pictures with them. i admired the way that she was so loving towards everyone.

when tour was done, we flew home, finally relaxing with each other. i loved holding her small frame close to me, and the way she held onto my arms.

she would trace my tattoos, and always told my she wanted to get my initials tattooed on her wrist. i talked her out of it, and instead drew her a flower, with ‘i love you’ in my handwriting.

the instant she saw it, she got it tattooed. she’d done the same for me, drawing little stars instead of a flower.

for her birthday, we took a trip back to her hometown. we had a picnic in the park, and watched the stars from her parents backyard. i had brought out a speaker, playing music as we slow danced in the glow of the moonlight.

i hasn’t even planned to do it yet, but the moment felt so perfect. i proposed to her right then and there. she said yes, jumping into my arms and crying. when we had gone back inside, we discovered her parents watched the whole thing.

when the wedding came around, y/n was terrified something would go wrong. i told her it was all in her head, and even if something went wrong, we still had each other in the end.

three days before the wedding, she found out she was pregnant. we kept it a secret, and tried not to seem suspicious that she wasn’t drinking.

y/n was so scared that her dress would end up being too tight, but i told her she’d look beautiful either way, not to mention when we took the ultrasound, they told us she was only two weeks pregnant.

we spent our honeymoon in milan, relaxing for a week. neither of us drank, but we didn’t need to. we were drunk on each others presence. i admired how she glowed each and every day, looking even more beautiful somehow.

it seemed crazy, but i truly worshipped the ground she walked on. i loved everything she did. her eyes were so beautiful, and her nose was so perfect. her smile made me melt, always making me feel like the first day we started dating.

when our daughter was born, i fell in love with y/n even more. she had motherly instincts instantly. i adored the little girl that was my daughter.

y/n was such a perfect mother. late at night when she would cry, thinking she wasn’t doing enough, i’d hold her, reassuring her. she was such a perfect woman.

i’ve never loved a person more than i love y/n, and our beautiful daughter.

#calum hood #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford #5sos #5sos5 #calum 5sos #ashton 5sos #michael 5sos #luke 5sos #calum hood imagine

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thesnarkfamily · 1 year ago

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Our Wedding & Move-In Day!

It's hard to believe that just 3 months ago, I met the love of my love life! How we met is quite a funny story, he went into our local haberdashery for a tie for a friend's wedding. While my sister and I were shopping for her husband's suit! Luckily, my lovely sister had served him a few times at her bakery so, she was able to introduce us.

(No this isn't our first kiss we took this after) We actually had our kiss alone away from the onlookers. Hayden really hated the idea of that many people staring at him... he struggled enough during the vows.

(still can't even believe I AM MARRIED)

Shout out to my wonderful sister for helping me stay sane during the planning process. There is really better than an older sister wiser beyond her years. She has actually been engaged for almost a year so, Hayden and I beat her to it (lol).

(I let her hold my bouquet so she could get a feel for what it feels like!)

Look at how silly my mom is! I'm so grateful and just can't help but praise god for giving me such an amazing mom. And, yes she is wearing white since I decided to wear a very pale blue it was okay. I'm actually named after her... I don't think I've said my name yet OOPS! My name is Willow Grace Jr. McManus (NOW SNARK!).

(From left to right Mitchell McManus (my dad), Willow Mcmanus (my mom), Me (Willow Jr. Snark), Hayden Snark (my wonderful husband), Haven Snark (Hayden's little sister), Julie Snark (my mother-in-law) (please do not mind her outfit Hayden said it was okay), Lilah McManus (my older sister)

Our first house! She's a fixer-upper given to us by my mother-in-law. It has been in the Snark family for decades but has been almost abandoned since Hayden's father went to be with the lord. During our first week back after our honeymoon, all we did was just clean. We have cleaned up our bedroom and the guest bedroom. Hayden said I shouldn't get ahead of myself and turn it into a nursery (though I did try).

Here is a close-up! We have already been so blessed in this short time. I can't wait to see what else the lord has got in store for us! Give us a follow to keep up with our (hopefully) ever-growing family!

#fundie sims #quiverfull sims #fundie #simblr #ts4 legacy #sims 4

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sunnyie-eve · 9 months ago

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7 | Jealously

Series: Uttermost Lifestyle

Paring: Johnny Knoxville x Original female character

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

"Sexy mama is finally here!" Chris whistles as I pull my shirt off leaving me in my light pink with hot pink hearts bikini top with my tight black shorts.

"So I wasn't a sexy mama wearing my oversized T-shirt?" I ask crossing my arms.

"You're always a sexy mom but a really really sexy mom when you show off." He winks before eyeing my chest moving his eyebrows.

"You're lucky I'm comfortable with you or I'd fuck you up." I wrap my arms around him.

"You wanna fuck me? Okay then." His hands go to my butt picking me up so I wrap my legs around his waist. "We'll be a few minutes! We're gonna go make beautiful love to each other!" Chris shouts out to everyone making me laugh.

"In all the time of knowing each other... did either of you do or see each more than friends?" Dave asks us as Chris still holds me.

"We've talked about that and no we've always seen each other as just super close friends." Chris pats my butt.

"That are super comfortable with each other." I kiss his cheek.

"So you've fucked?" Bam starts to laughs.

"No." Chris and I say together.

"I think the most thing we did that 99% of friends wouldn't do was shower together to save the water that was about to get shut off." I dig into my mind.

"That's the most out there one." Chris agrees.

"So you two have never even kissed?" Wee-man asks.

"We have." We say together as he puts me down.

"Like peck kiss, kiss, or like kiss kiss?" Johnny decides to join the conversation trying to make eye contact with me but I wouldn't do it.

"All above. To giving your grandma a kiss to full on touchy steamy make out." Chris shakes me by the shoulders.

"And that was when?" Johnny crosses his arms.

"Her 23rd birthday." Chris thinks.

"Three years ago." Johnny nods his head walking away moody. I had no idea why he was acting like that last weekend he went on a date with some chick. Then got upset with me when I said she was walking around in barely anything with Caiden in the same room.

"What's the mood change for?" Chris eyes me.

"Excuse me." I leave going in Johnny's direction. "Why so suddenly moody?" I ask him.

"I don't know what you mean?" He turns his back to me.

"Really? Earlier we were chatting and laughing then you hear I've kissed Chris in the past and now you have your back turned to me."

"Three years ago you two were touchy while kissing... and I'm not supposed to be jealous of y'all relationship/friendship?" He walks us away from people.

"What kinda of touchy are you thinking of because it was just this." I run my hands along and and that was it. "And jealous?! There's no need too. You've gone on dates since that day and had a girl stay the night."

"At my house." He adds but can tell he wanted to take it back.

"Yes but it's technically our house till I move out. I help you pay bills, get food and other things when I could be saving to get my own place." I take a long pause, "We're friends, Johnny, and you've been making that clear so there's no need to be jealous." I give him a small smile before walking away.

"What's the problem?" Ehren asks as I stop next to him.

"A little bump in the road with Johnny at home." I making him chuckle.

"No longer in the honeymoon phase?"

"Was there a honeymoon phase?" I ask him.

"Well I can see it. You two are cute together." He pats my back walking away.

Suddenly my ass is smacked and I look at Bam trying to keep a straight face. "It was Ryan's dare." He says as Ryan stands on the other side of me.

"Love y'all." I swing my arms hitting them in the crotch.

"Fuck you." Bam elbows my in the boob making me groan with them. "It's only far." He adds so I nod my head.

When it was time to start filming, Johnny was gonna try to go down the ramp on a skateboard. I knew he wasn't gonna do well so when he falls I hiss as he hits the ground.

"You gonna take part?" Bam asks me.

"Yeah, it looks fun." I laugh putting my hair up.

"Wait." Johnny stops me and Jeff gives me knee pads and elbow pads.

"Really?" I hold them.

"To keep you safe." Johnny smiles.

"I don't need them." I drop them.

"Alex, please just to be sure." He picks them up putting them on me.

"I can skate unlike you Johnny..." He just looks at me. "I'm not wearing a helmet or elbow pads." I take those ones off.

"Fine. I just want you to you have something. I don't want or wanna see you get hurt." He cuts my cheek slightly leaning down till his phone rings. "Ash..." It was the chick he brought home.

"I'm used to being hurt." I take my knee pads off and join the others.

They tell us that they were just gonna keep filming everything then will pick the ones that are the best.

"Ladies first." Bam motions for me to go.

"Alex, put some pads on please." Johnny comes over getting off his phone.

I roll my eyes then go down the ramp before going into the lake, I melon grab my the board while doing a back flip then land in the water. As my head comes up everyone was cheering for me. Walking out of the lake Bam runs up picking me up jumping up and down chanting my name.

"That was hot." He kisses my cheek making me giggle. "Two reasons. The trick and a lot of cleavage." He adds making me punch his chest.

"See, I didn't need padding." I smile at Johnny as I pass him.

We all take turns doing things in the ramp just having a good time. "Alex, come here mama." Bam motions me to go up so I get a head start then run up the ramp.

"What up?" I ask squinting my eyes cause the sun was in them.

"Go down holding hands with me." He hands the other board.

"Just go down holding hands without fucking each other up?" I ask.

"Then before we get in the lake you wrap yourself around me." He smiles and I try picturing it. "Just trust me. If we fuck up we get good footage either way."

I think it over then say fuck it making Bam happy. "Like you said good footage either way." I get ready with him. "We're gonna fail." I just knew it.

"Well fall on me to soften your blow. I'm volunteering myself for you." He says making me laugh.

"Thanks Bam."

We get ready to go down and as we went forward Bam pulled my hand slightly hard making me get off my board then him. We tumble then coming to a sudden stop slap if the floor. In the fall Bam's and I heads hit each other pretty hard actually making me wish I wore the helmet.

"I told you." I groan touching my head as I laid in his chest.

"You got a hard head." Bam groans as some guys come to check on us.

"Me? Your head bounced off the ground then hit mine." I say getting up without help then help him up.

"You guys okay?" Dave asks us.

"I'm good." I shake it off.

"Same, I can say I've had Alex on top of me." Bam jokes getting up so I punch his arm.

I walk it off rubbing my head and Johnny walks up to me. "I know, I know. I don't wanna hear it." I groan not looking at his face.

"How bad is it hurting?" He asks stopping me and touching my head.

"Slowly going away." I remove my hand and he carefully rubs my head causing me to close my eyes.

"How about now?" He asks so I hum. When I feel lips lips against my forehead I open my eyes. As he moves back he gives me a smile, "All better." I break the eye contact and walk away to stand alone and watch others.

I randomly get the dumb idea to try the red wagon after Steve-O failed. "Alex no." Jeff tries stops me as I sit down on it. "It didn't work the first time."

"I still wanna try." I say so he just lets me do it.

"Alexandria..." Johnny says coming up but I make Jeff help me go. As I go I lean so make the cart not turn off like it did for Steve-O. I get up the plop into the water.

"I did it!" I cheer for myself.

#jackass #johnny knoxville #ryan dunn #bam margera #steve o #chris pontius #wee man #dave england #ehren mcghehey #preston lacy #jeff tremaine #spike jonze #jackass 2 #jackass 3d #jackass forever #johnny knoxville imagine #johnny knoxville ff #Johnny knoxville fanfic #smut

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faghubby · 2 years ago

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Married

"Paul, I was updating your laptop" Keri my wife of 4 monthe informed me as she entered the kitchen where I was starting dinner. She set down my computer and a video started to play. I didn't have to look to know what she had found. It was a video of a husband being pegged by his wife. She called him names as she fucked him with her toy.

I turned bright red and couldn't look at Keri.

"This is very interesting" she smiled lifting my head and staring into my eyes. She kissed me.

"It's okay, baby. No secret who wears the pants around here" she said smacking my ass.

"But we have spoken about watching dirty movies, haven't we?" She reminded me.

"Yes" I said softly again looking at the floor.

"Would you like me to try this on you?" Keri continued. I blushed even deeper. She reached in her pocket and removed a butt plug.

"Do you know what this is for?" She said holding it up. I just nodded.

"Kevin, you remember I told you about him." She paused and I nodded. "He got this for me. I think you might like to try it" she smiled. She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. Along with the tiny thong she liked me to wear. She produced lube and applied it to my ass. Lubimg the toy as well. She spun me around and I bent over the table. She wasted no time working the toy in my ass.

"You are so tight" she giggled. Just as it slid into place. " Maybe you need girlie panties" she laughed as she pulled up my thong high. "These may be a little to manly for you" she told me. I pulled my pants up and went back to making dinner.

I knew it wasn't over. Keri had always been in control of our relationship, she knew I was submissive long before I knew what it meant. She made no secret that she cheated on me. I took care of the day to day household duties. Keri had a much better job then I did and made most of the money. We had not made love since the honeymoon. But she had told me I was not allowed to masterbate. She had caught me a few weeks after we got back from the honeymoon jerking off in the shower. She introduced me to a harsh spanking for cheating on her. I wore the plug the rest of the day. I was allowed to remove it before bed. Keri crawled into bed next to me. She made me wear pajamas every night but she slept naked. She reached into my pajamas and started to rub me thru my thong.

"Silky pink thongs, or lots of lace" she whispered in my ear as she nibbled on my neck. "Yes sexy panties, you would like that wouldn't you?" She cooed. I just moaned as she continued to play with me. She then rolled on her back and spread her legs. I knew what that meant and slid under the covers and started to lick and suck her pussy. My tounge diving deep inside. I knew exactly how she liked to be pleased. She was bucking against my face within 10 minutes. She pushed me away and I laid next to her again. Her hand slid inside my pajamas again.

"Take these off" she commanded. I jumped up and stripped. I slid in to bed naked. She started to stroke me.

"Don't you dare finish" she said her hand massaging my balls as well.

"I will be late tomaarow, have a dinner meeting after work" she told me I knew this meant she was seeing one of her lovers.

"Do you get upset that men get to fuck me, and you have to settle for my hand?" She teased. I didn't respond trying not to cum hoping she would let me.

"And now I find you want to get fucked in the ass and wear pretty panties, I may never let you inside me again" she told me.

"I am going to want you smooth like me, before I teach you how to take a cock" she told me. I couldn't hold out and came all over her hand.

"You couldn't even last 5 minutes" she said disappointed. Shs presented me with her cum covered hand.

"Don't be shy, if you want to take dick, you have to swallow cum" she laughed. I had licked her lovers cum out of her before. But never my own like this. She didn't wait she forced me to lick her hand clean. Then she licked my cock and balls clean kissing me when she finished. She spooned me as she stroked my hair until I fell asleep.

I woke in the ,owning showered and dressed before Keri woke. I made her breakfast and packed her lunch. I heard her get in the shower. I returned to the bedroom with a warm towel from the dryer for when she got out.

"Paul, you ever question the dynamics of our marriage?" Keri asked as I handed her her towel.

"No, not at all" I told her. She just smiled. I followed her into the bedroom I watched as she got dressed. She picked out red lace lingerie. She modeled it a bit before finishing to get dressed.

"Why don't you take the day off, spend it spoiling yourself" Keri said. "A spa day" she added. I just looked at her a bit confused.

"A wax? a pedicure?" She added running her hand thru my hair.

"I think you should grow your hair out" she told me.

"Would you like me to set up an appointment for you?" Keri asked.

"Go get the plug" she suddenly said like she had just thought of it. She smacked my as as I turned to getit from the bathroom. The lube was next to it I grabbed that as well. She was sitting on the bed.

"Lay across my lap" she said plainly. I dropped my pants and laid bare ass across her lap. She took the lube and plug. She wasted no ti,e pushing the toy back into my ass. She reached between my legs and held my balls.

"So a spa day?" She asked. I just nodded. She held me bent over her lap. I heard her make a call.

"Good Morning Maggie" I heard her say. "Can I get Paul in for a spa day?" She said.i could only hear her side of the conversation. Ishe went on about a mani/pedi. Something about highlights. And a wax. She hung up.

"10am. At Maggie's salon" she told me. She still massaged my balls.

"No argument with Maggie" told me. "Now I have to be going." I stood up my pants still around my ankles. As Keri rushed out the door.

I called off work, and cleaned up after breakfast and changed the sheets like Keri liked after any sex. I was nervous when I drove across town to Maggie's salon. Maggie was Keri's step sister. And one of the few people that knew about Keri's affairs and out marriage.

"Paul!" Maggie said excited as I walked in she led me in the backroom.

"Now we are going to shave and wax you" she told me. Telling me what that meant the more she explained the more nervous and excited I became.

"I don't want you to worry about anything" she told me. Handing me a pink robe.

"Strip and put this on" she smiled. I hesitated

"Do you want me to stay and help?" She asked. I nodded no. And she left. I did as she said. I had folded my clothes as I waited. Maggie and another woman returned. They led me to another room. The room smelled of sweet perfume. Maggie took my robe I was very self conscious as I laid on the table.

"This is Jill she will be helping us" Jill started to spread the wax over my legs.

"Maggie um" I started. " I thought Keri meant" Maggie she'd me. As they started to remove my hair. It hurt terrible as they ripped the straps free. I wanted to cry. I had no idea how long it took. But I was hair free below my neck. Jill pushed on my plug as she waxed between my cheeks. When they finished.

Jill washed me off. Then rubbed a lotion over every inch of my body. She even massages my dick.

"Do you want to fuck me" Jill asked.

"I can't" I said nervous. Jill giggled "of course not" she had me put back on the pink robe and led me out to a chair. For the next two hours. They fussed over me. Giving me a mini and a pedi. Maggie then styled my hair she added blonde highlights to it as well.

"Keri is going to love how you look" Maggie told me. This was all more then I had ever imagined but I could not bring myself to stop them. When they finished I looked in the mirror. I looked different, softer somehow. I was led back to the room with my clothes. On top I found a pair of pink lace panties. I slid them on they fit perfect. I then finished getting dressed. Then drove home. I was starving. I made myself a salad. Thinking I looked fat. It was after 8pm when Keri came home.

"OH I love it" Keri gushed when she saw my hair. She watched as I stripped for her.

"Where did you get those?" She laughed when she saw the panties.

"Maggie I think" is all I said. She pulled them forward seeing me bare.

"Get my purse" she commanded I ran to retrieve it for her. She pulled my panties down when I handed it to her. She produced a small satin bag. She fiddled with it and fitted a chastity devise over my penis.

"This is to keep you from cheating on me" she told me.

"Now I am full of a man's cum, he is a big black man that loves to fuck me however he likes. I think you would love to suck all his sperm out of me" Keri told me. She stood and stripped. And pulled me to her crotch.

"Suck my ass as well, he filled that to" she told me.

"I ordered a big strapon" she told me. "I am going to take your virginity " she laughed as I sucked her lovers cum from her.

I made her scream as she creamed on my face.

She held me after. "I want you to take my last name" she told me. Keri had not taken my name when we got married. Now she stated she wanted me to take her name.

"I would be honored" I told her as she held me tight

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hualianff · 2 years ago

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HC high off of his anesthesia medication after having his appendix removed, being the most difficult patient because “where is Gege?”

“My husband” for more clarification

“Ahh, your husband left a little bit ago to pack an overnight bag as your procedure had a few unexpected difficulties. You’ll probably be more sore than normal- hey, no, sir, please leave your IV in”

“I’m going to find my husband-“

“Hua xian-sheng, please stay where you are-“

HC, pausing: “Wait, where are my clothes? And why am I in a dress?”

“Sir, it’s a hospital gown. It’ll make things like going to the bathroom easier-“

“I want to go home.”

Cue XL arriving fifteen minutes later in a flurry with a huge duffel bag. XL crying out a “San Lang, you’re awake!” As HC continues arguing with the nurse about drinking water and eating crackers.

“Gege, thank god you’re here. I missed you.”

XL is a bit flabbergasted because his San Lang is acting like a child, but it’s kinda adorable and how can XL not be fond of him?

XL laughs lightly as he makes his way over to HC, who immediately raises his arms with grabby hands, pulling XL in for a hug.

The nurses pull up a chair for XL to sit in as HC clings to XL, muttering about how his stomach hurts like a bitch, he’s wearing a dress in front of so many goddamn people, and why did Gege have to be gone for so long?

“For a second, I almost thought you left me. But I knew you’d come back, you always do because you love me,” HC finishes, eyes dropping with fatigue.

“That, I do. I love my husband sooo much,” XL confirms while brushing the hair off of HC’s forehead, placing a loving kiss in the middle. “Now what’s this about San Lang refusing to eat, hmm?”

The nurses gawk at how innocent the expression HC pulls off. What a menace in disguise. Their eyes nearly pop out of their heads when-

XL: “All right, come on, I’ll feed you.”

HC: 🥰🥰

***

HC, speaking with his mouth full of food: “wait, I have to turn in my draft design for our new client’s home-“

XL, holding a finger up to HC’s lips: “shh, no you don’t. you called out from work today, remember?”

HC, confused: “where’s my iPad? I have half of it done already, maybe I can-“

XL, holding up more noodles: “San Lang, chew your food properly so you don’t choke.”

HC: *nom nom*

HC: “we should go on our honeymoon”

XL: “we did, silly. we went to the Galapagos for two weeks. It was so much fun”

HC, stopping mid-chew as he admires the reminiscent look on XL’s face: “let’s go on another honey moon then”

XL, cracking up because this is the side HC shows no one but him, how luck XL is to be married to this man: “are you sure? a few minutes ago, you wanted to work on stuff for your job. Can San Lang handle being away from work for so long?”

HC, nodding virogrously: “if I’m with you, I can do anything.”

Nurses who pass by, thinking: “oh, that was actually really sweet”

***

HuaLian getting ready for the night…

HC, watching XL make his bed on the side couch: “I thought Gege was sleeping with me tonight?”

XL: “ahhh San Lang, I would, but there’s not enough room-“

HC, holding his blanket up for XL to cuddle next to him: 🥺

Nurse: “I’m sorry to inform you, Hua xian-sheng, but I cannot allow your husband to sleep in the same bed as there’s a risk of jostling your stitches-“

HC: [hisses while clutching XL’s hand]

Nurse, with her hands up: “but I can have another bed moved into the room and place it beside yours, would you like that?”

HC: “absolutely not-“

XL: “-that would be lovely, thank you, xiao jie.”

HC: [betrayed]

He can’t wait to go home.

#tgcf #heaven official’s blessing #hualian #hua cheng #xie lian #modern au #cerdrabbles #fluff

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luvrodite · 5 months ago

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and what if i asked you to answer all of the questions in that selfship game…. (i love self shipping and i love giving people reasons to talk about them) (if you want to obviously)

nonnie!!! hello???? oh my goodness this is so lovely of you what if i kissed u !!

raspberry ౨ৎ how did the two of you meet?

hmmmmmmmm i think we are very much childhood friends to lovers but in the way that we are separated and meet again as adults and everything is so different but the love is still there because it’s him. it’s him and he’s back and he’s mine this time around.

wine ౨ৎ how did your first date go?

in a mood right now where i feel like jason is the type to think the first date was like. when we hung out after school for the first time but we were like 13 and we went to study at the library together because we were nerds — but to him he’s like yeah?? so what. that was our first date. (we’ve been together for much longer in his mind than officially)

i think our first official date where it’s obvious it’s a date is something simple because we’re getting to know each other again. dinner, maybe but not at a totally fancy place, where we sit together and giggle about how small the table is and sneak looks at each other over the menu. it’s new and novel, even if what we have isn’t necessarily. it goes really well :( he makes me feel giddy for the first time in a long time but it’s also so much deeper than that. it feels like stepping off a precipice and trusting him to catch me, even though it’s literally only our first date.

vanilla bean ౨ৎ what does a day off with your lover look like?

eepy sleepy. i think we wake up a little later than usual and spend most of the morning/noon in bed cuddling (amongst other things). i think if it’s nice weather and we’ve planned it ahead of time, we go out for lunch at a cafe or something, and run errands but ultimately we return home to laze about and watch something on tv or indulge in each other.

ballet slipper ౨ৎ do you have any pets?

yes i imagine us having a little kitten we share with the kekejason ship and the kekero ship whose name is oaty and she is our little princess angel troublemaker hehehe

coconut ౨ৎ relaxing bubble baths or refreshing showers?

if you’d asked me at 17 i would’ve said baths but i’m very much a shower girl nowadays, it makes me feel a lot cleaner, but i think the occasional bath together is so sweet especially when we head to bed together right after

teacup ౨ৎ are the two of you morning people or night owls?

night owls. i have insomnia he has…issues idk

honeymoon ౨ৎ where did the two of you travel to for your honeymoon? and how was it?

hmmmm i couldn’t give you a specific place but somewhere sunny where we get to swim and explore and drink so much coconut water and swim some more and nap in the sun.

crêpe ౨ৎ what are your breakfast orders?

ok i rarely eat breakfast but i love an avocado+omelette on toast sandwich with sriracha sauce and a little drink. it doesn’t really matter what juice but i like having something to go with it. i think jason’s a big breakfast guy like he definitely has eggs in there and maybe yogurt or something. i just know he has a very well rounded breakfast in our selfship

champagne ౨ৎ how do you celebrate new years?

kiss kiss fall in love ! we see our friends and spend midnight in a quiet corner being grossly sappy and sentimental and trading kisses. sorry to be that couple. i do make him make me clean the house before new year’s though and make sure everything’s fresh.

lace ౨ৎ what’s their favorite outfit of yours?

oh….oh this is such a good question actually hmmmm. i think he likes this specific pair of jeans that i have that are mid/low rise and makes my legs look really really long and when i wear that with a tighter/slightly cropped shirt i think he likes that. it’s like a sliver of my stomach shows and he’s like a victorian man seeing an ankle idk. i also think in our selfship verse i wear skirts and dresses a lot more and he likes me in the white sundresses and a bulky cardigan over it. but also i think he’s just feral in general so. i don’t know i couldn’t choose for him.

cupcake ౨ৎ do you and your lover frequent parties/clubs/social gatherings often?

when we are forced to! specifically re social gatherings. i think we’ll go to the club rarely but it’s a good time if we do, but social gatherings and parties are just a little awkward unless it’s birthday parties for a loved one.

zzz ౨ৎ what are your sleeping positions like?

he’s a bed hogger and i’m a sprawler. this poor man. i can go from lying on his chest to starfishing with my leg an arm thrown across him to curling under his arm etc etc. mostly it ends with me curled into his side with a nose in his arm though.

cosmic ౨ৎ who said i love you first? and how did that go?

me lawl. but in the sense that i say the words out loud first and he says it in other ways and makes sure i understand what it means. like he says something so intently and it’s so obvious but unsaid but it hangs between us. i think it happens during a really high emotions moment like if he’s injured or i’m upset or something and one of us just does something that makes me crack and tell him. i think it’s scary for the both of us and i think he takes a moment to freeze before returning it.

wistful ౨ৎ what’s your sex life like?

i’m trying to take him to pound town. i was talking about this with keke but like i think he’s the perfect partner to try out new things with because he’s just. he’s weird and the weird things he wants are way weirder than what i want (we are both weird) and i think in the selfship verse with how we sort of grew up with each other and got to know each other again it’s like. we get to continue to learn and grow together and in this area as well. sometimes he’s got a lot of energy, other times i’m running him ragged!

sorbet ౨ৎ what does aftercare look like for you and your lover?

a kiss and a kiss and a kiss and and and

it’s a lot of reassurances and depending on who was leading, cleaning the other down and making sure were both hydrated. i think sometimes we’re both content to just cuddle in silence and fall asleep but other times we need a bit more reassurance and praise from each other. he doesn’t let us go to sleep those times without eating something and drinking water though, no matter how tired we are.

sighhhh i’m just stupid in love about him nonnie thank you for indulging me 🥹

#jay my heart #love letters 💌#loverboy 💌#jay-ro

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