#dude wont give me my shirt back

[90th1k1k0m0r1]

bitch u better be dead or somethin

[missuswalker]

Kyle dating hc's pleaaaaase 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

meow meow meow 🤭🤭

relationship headcannons || kyle broflovski x fem reader

✮ summary: kyle as your boyfreind ✮ warnings: i was gonna do what i did for the clyde one but changed my mind, so nsfw content, reminder that characters are aged up (i'm too much of a kyle girl to pass up the oppurtunity)

sfw

before ya'll started dating he did your homework for you as a rizz tactic

he thought it would make you want him

turns out you wanted him even before he started doing your homework, so he starts making you do it yourself

but kyle would do anything for you, so if you ask him with that pretty face of yours, he'll do it anyways

ya'll had a long "are we dating are we not phase"

he's been screwed over so many times that he wanted to make sure you were the one

you definitely were

after much convincing from stan and a couple hundred "no balls, you wont"s from cartman, kyle finally asks to be his gee-eff (girlfriend)

over text in your instagram dms

LOOK, HE WAS TOO NERVOUS TO DO IT IN PERSON

he did it very romantically though

loooooooong paragraph about how much he likes you and wants you to be all his

ends it with "And I know you piss me off sometimes, but I think I could really make us work."

as SOON as you say yes

"Come over. You have my address."

anyways, moving on, he acts like he thinks pet names are cringe, but he can't help but call you that goody goody shit like "angel"

do you hear purring? sorry

anyways, he spoils you to death, like what was in my love language hcs

"oh wow that's so cute" "what color do you want it in" "kyle 😟"

loooves when you wear his boxer shorts around his house, he thinks he's THE man when you do

his mom likes to talk to him about embarrassing things in front of you to mess with him

"hi boobala, your spiderman underwear is fresh out of the dryer 🥰" "ma, that's ikes, get out 😡😡😡😨😰"

when you guys cuddle, he puts his hand up your shirt and rubs your back

he has cold ass hands though

kisses the top of your head all the time

he's like 6'2 so if you're shorter than him he's all like "aww elf 😻😻" when in reality he's just tall

nsfw

WOOF WOOF WOOF AWOOOOO

damn

first time he was suuuuuper sweet and gentle

after that he puts his temper into it

its like theres an earth quake from the bed rocking

ike ain't a snitch though 🤐

he is rough, hoowee

grunts, huffs, groans

all the good shit

probably says some good girl shit at some point

if he's actually upset, he rather you take control

lets you do whatever you want and whimpers

he whines yall

but if cartman pissed him off, its not the same

has you in doggy style and goes WILD

he don't care if you're screaming

yeah he does, when he's finished he STRESSES about sheila

"dude, you were fucking rabid, i'm so fucked 😰😰"

sheila side eyes him at breakfast but doesn't say anything

makes gerald give him the talk

gerald makes randy give him the talk

randy informs him of new positions

someone on wattpad said "jew in the streets, freak in the sheets"

[ravennaortiz]

Two Worlds

Summary: How does Manny handle finding Juice in his sisters house. Sons/Mayans AU. 18+ Flashbacks/Time Jumps.

This was requested by @hatersaremymotivators using the prompts number 2. I'm not the right man for you and number 7. Stay away from my sister.

Neither man spoke for a moment as they stared at each other. "Go ahead and finish putting your shirt on." drawled Manny his face giving Juice no hint as to what he was thinking. Juice yanked his black tshirt down quickly and stepped to the table where the Mayan was sitting. "You must be Manny. Lupe has told me a lot about you" stated Juice as he extended his hand out to shake. "Odd she's not said a word about you" replied Manny as he leaned back in the chair letting his words fall between them like grenades.

Juice nodded as he withdrew his hand and rubbed the back of his neck. Angel and the others had warned him about Manny. That he wouldn't approve of Lupe dating a Son. "Listen man. I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot here. Finding a random guy in your" started Juice trying to make light of the awarknedness. "I'mma cut you off. Facts are I never wanna see you in my sisters house, around my sister, say her name ever again after this moment" stated Manny as he leaned forward on his elbows his eyes never leaving Juices.

"Are you asking me to break up with your sister?" questioned Juice taken aback. "No I'm telling you. You two should never have been together in the first place. I get my sister being a bit naïve on the danger but you? Your a grown man who knows the darker side of the leather we wear. Sons and Mayans might have an alliance now but what about when that gets broken? Mayans and SONs will both want her dead." snapped Manny his voice tight and low with anger. Juice was shocked at the venom in Mannys voice and couldn't speak for a moment. "I would never let anyone hurt Lupe. Your sister" started to reassure Juice before Manny sighed and stood up. " Look, I've been told your a good dude and that you are treating Lupe like she deserves. I appreciate that but I want you to stay away from my sister. This will be our only talk on the matter." stated Manny as he made his way out of the kitchen. "I don't repeat myself either by the way" called Manny over his shoulder.

Four Months Prior

"The regal Guadalupe is gracing us mere peasants with her presence tonight boys" greeted Angel as he kicked EZ out of the chair for her. "Eres un niño"(you such a child) stated Lupe as she rolled her eyes at Angel. "I love when you call me names mami" purred Angel as he leaned in to her space. "¿No recuerdas qué pasó con el último hombre que entró en mi espacio personal? (Do you not remember what happened to the last man who got in my personal space?). replied Lupe as she patted his cheek as she smiled at him. "Sí. Lo enterré. (Yes. I buried him) answered Angel with a chuckle.

"You two are so weird" muttered Coco as he took a drag off his cigarette as Gilly nodded in agreement. "Says the man who pretended to be his daughters brother for most of her life and now wonders why she wont listen to him" snipped Lupe making Gilly and Angel laugh. "You know you could be nicer" replied Coco as he rolled his eyes. "I'm letting your kid live with me. How much nicer do you want me to be" replied Lupe with a raised brow. "I have a list" replied Coco with a smirk as he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "On that note I'm going to get another beer" replied Angel as he stood up while Coco and Lupe bickered away.

A couple hours later a guy with a mohawk and tribal tattoos on his head caught Lupes attention as he spoke to Bishop and a man named Chibs who was the President of the Sons. Lupe sipped her beer as she studied the well muscled man with a gorgeous smile. "I'll catch you guys later" stated Lupe as she stood up and made her way over to the bar where the men were now standing.

Juice had been casually scanning the crowd still not feeling quite at home in the Mayans clubhouse when a leggy brunette with curves he would love to travel stepped into his view. Juice felt his soul leave his body when there eyes met. He was so entranced in her aura that he didn't register she was speaking to him until he felt Chibs nudge him in the back.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you" half fibbed Juice as he felt himself start to sweat as she cocked her head to the side. "I said, hi I'm Guadalupe but you can call me Lupe. " repeated the gorgeous woman in front of him as she let her eyes drift over him. He's even hotter up close Lupe thought to herself. "Juice" replied Juice as he stook out his hand to shake. The feel of her soft skin against his roughened made sparks fly as she laughed. "Something tells me your momma didn't carry you for months on end and endure birth to just name you Juice" joked Lupe as she smiled at him. Juice chuckled as he nodded. "Real name is Juan Carlos" he explained as he took a sip of his beer to calm his nerves. "Juan Carlos. I like the sound of that" purred Lupe as she put her hand on his forearm. "I like how you say it" replied Juice as he shot her a wink.

Next Morning Lupe's House

Lupe had just stepped into her kitchen, where Letty sat drinking coffee and eating breakfast ,when she heard her front door open and Angel call out. "To what do I owe this early morning visit?" inquired Lupe as she walked into the living room yawning. "Did you bed a Son last night after you ditched your friends?" inquired Angel with arms folded as he shot her s sly look. "Hmm, I dont' think I understand your question" replied Lupe as she put on her best poker face.

"I'd say you gave him that good shit cause he was up before me and made us both food before that old man with scars picked him up just so you know. So like keep that up cause he cooks better than you" inserted Letty as she joined Angel and Lupe in the living room. "Letty" grumbled Lupe as her face warmed and Angel dropped to the floor laughing. "What? You deserve to have your back" started Letty making Angel howl louder with laughter as Lupe cut her off. "Enough! Room now please" snapped Lupe as she closed her eyes. "That kid is great" stated Angel as he wiped tears from his eyes after a couple minutes. "If you must know. Yes and we are going out to dinner next weekend" sighed Lupe as she made her way back to the kitchen with Angel hot on her heels.

Present Day

The clubhouse door slamming open and an angry tirade of Spanish mixed in with English had every Mayan in silence. Lupes eyes were ablaze and her mascara streaked cheeks were a sight as she scanned the room for her brother . Manny sighed as he slid out of a chair and made his way to her. "I'm a grown ass woman!" snapped Lupe as she jabbed her finger into her brothers chest. "Hell yeah she is. Look at that grown woman body" shouted Angel as he tried to diffuse the situation. "How dare you tell Juice to break up with me. Have him telling me " I'm not the right man for you?" continued Lupe each jab getting harder as her temper flared. "He's not Lupe. Being in two worlds is " started Manny as he stepped back slightly as his chest ached. "Screw you" interrupted Lupe as she stepped back into his personal space.

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[hamhamki]

Okay so I just finished Meguro's Part One so if anyone is interested I'll type it under the hidden bar. I never really give out my thoughts but coming from someone who was very on the fence and expressed myself a lot with his announcement, I feel like I should give some of my two cents.

For those who want to read this until AFTER you read his part one, you're free to do so, or for those who are just unsure, feel free! :) There will most likely be spoilers so oof 🤧

Okay, so Meguro as a character is very interesting, and I would be lying if I said he wasn't a bit intriguing. His cameo in the Kunihiro and Kuranosuke sub-story and in Kunihiro's S3 Main Story had already piqued my interests a bit. I could definitely feel how annoying he is with certain sentences and had me going "dude, you're so weird," whenever he mostly laughed like a freaking Disney villain. His laugh, I will say, is lowkey cringe, but sometimes it is funny depending on like context or what's happening.

Meguro's route feels so bizarre that I feel like it has Tokyo Love Hustle vibes almost because it's very comical. I've actually burst it out laughing a few times (maybe I'm easily amused, idk), but the MC tends to match his freak almost. She herself is very straightforward in this route, and I do love an MC that has a spine. I could almost see her actions through the screen, and she does talk back to Meguro instead of just sitting there like a bump on a log. When I think Meguro is crazy, MC says something that's on his wavelength, and there are like three where I went, "I think the MC is crazier than Meguro."

Their banters, I will admit, are pretty entertaining and hilarious. MC is running out of her house with her buttons not buttoned right, with mixmatched shoes and sweatpants with her dress shirt becaise she almost chases Meguro outside with just her underwear 😭 Thats got cracking up I won't lie. YES I SAID IT I WONT LIE. I just wish I could determine how Meguro laughs because he laughs like a damn hyena even when I get context he's just laughing really hard like a normal human and MC calls it cute. It throughs me off because he's acting like freaking Dio Brando LMAO 😭 But MC does fight back I do like that. Especially the face off against Meguro where she's just pointing the 3D printed magic wand at Meguro trying to catch him in a lie and she's like "I got proof!!" When she has none at all so she literally thinks on the spot and she actually gets him pretty good until they both just fumble and point at each other like they've caught each other. Like they're both weird 😭😭

Here's the part that got me the most

I do like the pacing so far. I did gasp when I fpund out his glasses are FAKE they're literally just spy glasses. He wears them a lot and uhm isn't that a crime like right? Especially when Japan has a history of like camera related crimes. Maybe he can switch it on and off Idk that part just like made me give a side eye. He's in negative aura for that one so lets see in part teo if this gets redeemed.

Also it's most likely we'll get more of the story in tbe second part but I'm pretty sure there's more to this spying on the department for his gain to take over the projects amd tell everyome about VR. Because he gives us his "GLASSES" to use for a meeting and the next day the production department is like that meme this one below of MC walking into the destruction.

Meguro uses the meeting info to then have their clients want to use VR so it throws everyone off and into a frenzy and its a yikes. I'm not sure how they will get out of this one if they're caught cause once again uh I feel like this is illegal LMAO but its not real and I'm telling myself its not real and to just wait until Meguro comes out with his explanation or smth.

It is entertaining so I will give it that, I do surprisingly enjoy it mostly because the MC won't back down and she's actually throwing back what Meguro throws at her. He is annoying, the writers did that really well but he does...

...make me swoon a bit okay okay I'll confess I'm a softie.

There are times when I'm like okay Meguro is pretty charming here and MC is the one to go up to LI and suggest to get married. So the pacing is not too bad. It seems like its like a Togo-thing where Meguro liked MC first cause when MC throws him for a spin Meguro gets caught off guard and acts all blushy after we call him out so I wouldn't be shocked if it's revealed he had a crush on us.

Also the mom and dad coming to MCs house while she's like beating up Meguro after she got changed in the dark was too hilarious. They're so happy that THEY'RE the witnesses for the certificate and I was like AINT NO WAY and bothe Meguro and MC are like "wait a minute, all of a sudden this isn't funny now" and seeing Meguro just be like "oh god what the hell" yeah its pretty funny.

Thats all my brain can think of at the moment Im not the best at summaries or reviewing, this is just dumping. It was worth a read, I hope part 2 don't let me down because I actually do like Meguro. The whole Dio Brando act is a bit silly and over the top but as if I'm not the same at work with coworkers and my boss acts like that too cause he legit has a badge that says "evil overlord" so I can sort of realistically see the attitude. Meguro reminds me of a mix between Dio Brando and Yoshiko Tsushima for Love Live Sunshine LMAO VERY drastically different characters but those two are so over the top that I just can't unsee it now LMAOOOOO

But this is getting too long now this is the longest I've written on here so happy reading and I'd like to hear what you have to say!!

Also Voltage ugh We'll talk about them another day probs after part 2 because I got beef to pick with them but its almost midnight here so they're lucky for now.

[horrificshit]

Millions and more

Dom!Debbie Ocean x Bratty!Sub!Reader

Warning(s): Smut & Fluff, Slight dumbification, Degrading, Praise, Mommy kink, semi-public, Crime

A/N: HELP MEEEE DEB IS SO BAD!!! I wont leave a cliffhanger this time I PROMISE

Words: 2,121

"I can show you what you'll get out of it."

"Here, you'll look nice in this." My boss, Debbie says, handing me a clothing bag. I look at the bag, then to her in confusion. What'll this look nice for?

Upon opening the black bag, the dress, dark red, has a deep v neck that is sure to show off my supple breasts. Not to mention the short cut. Wow, I'm gonna feel like a million bucks in this.

I open my mouth to question her, but she beats me to the punch. "Sweetheart.. don't ask, just do." She smirks and walks away from where she stood.

What time is it again? Jesus, she drives me crazy to the point that I don't even know what time it is. It's 9:35pm, aka my shift ended 20 minutes ago. I grab my things and head home for the night.

TIME SKIP

Sitting at a barstool at the local bar, I sip on my martini. A tall blonde woman stares at me from behind the counter as I do so. What's her problem, I wonder.

"BOO!!" Says a feminine voice behind me, startling me and almost making me fall off of my stool. I turn around and see my boss staring back at me with her signature sultry smirk on her face.

"Debbie? What're you doing here? Doesn't your shi-" I'm cut off once again with a abrupt remark from the alluring woman next to me.

"I need you to do a job for me." She throws out, silence engulfing us for a few moments until I decide to respond.

"What?" I question, looking into her dark eyes. She looks at the blonde woman, and back to me. "Come with me,"

The brunette leads me to a quieter, more secluded part of the bar. Too quiet almost.. Why's that?

"What's going on? Did something happen?" I'm utterly confused at the situation I've caught myself in. I wish she would hurry up and tell me what's up.

Silence.

"I need you to help me steal a necklace." My mouth opens wide. What the fuck? Yeah, she's out of her goddamn mind if she thinks I'm gonna do that. "That's why I got you that dress, for what I have planned." I cross my arms, giving a side eye to the insane woman. "Dude, absolutely not! You're insane Debbie!"

"Jesus fuck Y/N, do you have to be like this?" She exclaims, angry at my response. Anger and annoyance paints her face, and I decide to press her buttons a bit. What's the worst that can happen?

"What do I get out of it?" I say in faux rebuttal, expecting anger from the other party. With a bratty smirk on my face, I look into her eyes; completely blown out. She smirks and steps towards me.

"I can show you what you'll get out of it." Sultry and dark says Debbie as she grabs me by my shirt, backing me up into the wall. She whispers in my ear softly: "I'm promising you 18 million dollars, you decline, fine with me but you'll be missing out on a fortune."

I jerk my head away from Debbie's whispery seduction with a roll of my eyes. I smirks, my lip curling with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "Listen, Ms. Ocean, I don't need your measly millions. All the spending money I need, I can earn with one night at the club. Besides, I'm not in this for the dough, and if you can't tell, I'm not exactly the easiest target to sway."

Debbie's amused grin widens at my confidence, her hand tightening on my collar as she gets her way regardless. "That's where you're wrong, darlin'," she purrs, pressing her body against mine, hips grinding against her. She nips at my earlobe, her other hand sliding up her side to cup my breast, squeezing gently. "The way I see it, you'll get more than money… much more."

I don't have time to respond, as Debbie's lips crash down on my own, pressing my body closer to the wall. The criminal mastermind's tongue invades my mouth, assertive and dominating. my eyes widen in surprise, I ball my hands into fists at my sides. The aggression ignites something deep within me, my lips parting to meet Debbie's, my fingers flexing. Despite the attempted resistance, Debbie's touch is intoxicating.

After a few moments of heated kisses and groping, Debbie breaks the kiss, taking a step back to admire me; her prey. She smirks, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Come on, Y/N, I'm taking you home." She gestures for me to follow her, leading me out of the building, the events of the planned heist temporarily forgotten.

Soon, we both find ourselves settled in Debbie's expensive Porsche. Soft music plays in the car as she turns it on with a loud 'Burrrr...' Despite the sound of the music and the car's engine, it's uncomfortably quiet; so I decide to change that.

"Why me?"

"What?"

..."Of all people to help rob someone, why me?"

She stares at me with gleam in her eye, but the silence continues. She opens her mouth. "Why not you?" I smile. This is going to be crazy, and if not performed perfectly, will end up terribly.

As we ride in the car her hand finds my thigh, kneading it. This woman is feral, but god, do I fucking love it. I wish this car ride would hurry up, you know, so I can get into my bosses bed.

I shift in my seat, biting my lower lip as Debbie's hands roam over my thigh, the sensation both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. My heart races, breathing growing heavier with each passing second. When Debbie's hand slips under my skirt, her fingers sliding closer to my core, my hands fly to my lap, lightly covering the intruder as a low moan escapes my lips.

"Watch the road, Debs," I manage to say, voice husky and desperate. My body aches for more, eager to fulfill the promise of the night ahead.

Debbie chuckles, her gaze momentarily diverted from the road. "Don't worry, I know these streets blindfolded," she reassures. her hand slipping back under my skirt, continuing the tease. The tension in the car thickens, the scent of our desire filling the small space between us. I squirm, lost in the cocktail of anticipation and lust, completely powerless against Debbie's charm.

Once we arrive at Debbie's place, she practically drags me inside, kicking the door shut behind us with her heel. The intensity between us, the fire, consumes the room as we collide, lips crashing together like waves against a shore. Debbie picks me up, carrying me towards her bedroom.

Debbie's eyes bore into mine, her lips curving into a predatory smile. "Get on the bed," she commands, her tone as sharp as shattered glass. I don't dare to question her, scrambling onto the soft mattress. "Strip." Her order leaves no room for negotiation; I reach for my clothing, peeling them off just as swiftly as Debbie did earlier. Once I'm naked, Debbie removes her own garments with a flourish, revealing her own toned form.

She struts towards my figure, stopping right before me. Gazing down at me like I'm a feast and can't wait to consume, she slides a hand through my hair, tugging gently to tilt my head back. "Now, spread your legs," she demands. I submit, feeling both aroused and vulnerable. Debbie prowls towards the edge of the bed, frosty blue eyes locked onto my dripping sex. She leans in, swiping her tongue over it once, sending electrifying shockwaves through my person.

"You taste divine," she purrs, a possessive growl underlying her words.

Debbie, now fully asserting her dominance, laughs wickedly as she runs her fingers along my moistened folds, drawing a deep moan from my throat. "Awww, so dumb for mommy huh?" she taunts, sharply yanking on my erect nipple. The sharp sting mixes with the pleasure, leaving me breathless. my mind grows dazed in the haze of sensations, I can barely register the words anymore. Debbie dominates me with ease, reducing me to a whimpering mess as she works towards my climax.

The merciless teasing and tender touches blur together, leaving my body and mind at the mercy of this newfound dominant force. With each crack of Debbie's voice, my mind feels more and more lost in the throes of submission. Debbie's words cut deep, slipping past my defenses as her fingers penetrate my body, leaving a powerful lasting impact.

Debbie's degrading tone only adds fuel to the fire, her fingers relentless as she brings me closer and closer to another orgasm. "Such a good girl, helping mommy make millions," she croons, her voice dripping with venomous affection. My eyes roll back into my head as the sensations threaten to overwhelm me.

Between pants and moans, I manage to mumble something between a question and an agreement. Debbie chuckles, her fingers sliding out of my quivering pussy, moving up to cup my breast. "You think I'd let you come without promising to help me out, love? You're mine now," she says, a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

With that, Debbie thrusts her fingers back inside of me, hard and fast. The force of the impact, coupled with the humiliation, sends my mind and body hurtling over the edge, climax intense and all-consuming. As I come down from it, panting and shaking, I can't help but wonder what I've gotten myself into, but I doubt I'd have it any other way.

After a brief, tender kiss, Debbie disentangles herself from mine, moving to the bathroom for a washcloth. My body, still sweaty from our passion, brushes against me as she passes, a teasing reminder of what we've shared. Once back, she uses the rag to clean my essence, her movements gentle but firm. "Don't wash off just yet, Mommy's not done," she murmurs with a teasing smile.

Laying back beside me, Debbie props herself up on an elbow, a soft glow in her eyes. "About the heist. We target Cartier's New York flagship store. I've got nine of the best in the game, ready to get their hands dirty. We're after a necklace—the Toussaint, worth 150 million. It's gonna be a piece of cake."

Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my abdomen, still loosely entwined with my discarded clothing. "We need someone to sneak some explosives into the store. I think you'd be perfect for it, little one. What do you say?"

I lie back, the warmth from our encounter and Debbie's touch combining to make me feel languid and content. I'm drawn into the web, unable to resist the allure of both Debbie's dominance and the promise of adventure that comes with the heist.

"Alright, Mommy," I agree, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. "I'll help you, with one condition. We need to do this again after the heist."

Debbie grins at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Consider it a deal, darling," she replies, pulling me into a loving embrace, her smile expanding as our bodies melt together once more.

Debbie and I spend the night entwined, drifting in and out of restful sleep. Morning dawns, casting a rosy light through the curtains, awakening us both. Debbie stirs, her eyes fluttering open to find mine nestled against her.

She leans in and kisses my forehead before disentangling herself from the cocoon of sheets. "Ahh, and here I thought sleep would claim you forever." She smiles, her voice filled with amusement.

I groan, rolling onto my back and stretching languorously. "That would've been the life. But, hey, Mommy has a heist to execute." She smirks, a playful twinkle in her eyes.

Debbie grins, her mind already racing with the plan. "Bathroom's right there, baby. You need to freshen up. Then we'll call the crew."

I nod tiredly, climbing out of bed and pads towards the bathroom, the memory of last night lingering in the air like a seductive perfume.

The day progresses, the two of us directing the team, outfitting them with their assignments, and issuing the final preparations. The excitement in the air is palpable, a thrilling mixture of anticipation and fear. Everyone is focused, the final meeting reaffirming our commitment to the plan.

As the dusk settles, the wheels of the audacious scheme begin to turn. I, along with the explosives expert, make our way through the doors of the gala, our movements as graceful as shadows. The others fan out across the city, each playing their part—diversions, distractions, and surveillance.

And so, the night unfolds, timed down to the last second. The Toussaint's fate hangs in the balance as trust, loyalty, and skill come together in a daring dance.

[imaginesforeveryone]

Retreat (Part 5) 

Pairing: Y/N x rooster Summary: This is the continuation of Navy Nurse and Y/N and Rooster life after the big mission WARNINGS: fluff, angst

You woke up in the morning with morning sickness. 

“Babygirl, are you okay?” Bradley asked coming into the bathroom. 

“Yeah, just morning sickness, really hope this doesn’t last the whole time.” You said taking a deep breathe and flushing the toilet then leaning back on the counter behind you. 

“It’ll be okay.” He ticking your hair behind your ear. 

“I know. But what if I cant do it? What if I cant push, what I just cant do it at all?” You asked worried about giving birth when the time came. 

“Honey, you will. You’re strong, and brave, and you got me. I wont let anything happen to you.” He said scooting forward to be directly in front of you. You smiled and pulled him into you and kissed him softly. 

“I love you Roos.” You said feeling a certain kind of warmth in your heart when you were around Rooster. 

“And I love you Rat.” He said with a slight giggle and you smacked him on the shoulder and got up. 

“Come on, we have to get ready. Have the doctors appointment soon.” You said going to your closet and grabbing a loose fitting shirt so it was easy to take off and a pair of short because god damn was it hot out today. Probably going to be the worst part of your pregnancy was being big and round right smack dab in the middle of summer in California. Roos got ready behind you and you finished up. 

“Ready?” You asked taking a deep breathe. 

“Are you ready?” He asked pulling you into him and kissing you softly. 

“As I’ll ever be.” You said and pulled away from him and going to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee before leaving out the front door passing the skyscrapers of boxes. 

“So what are you hoping for?” He asked starting small talk as you headed to the hospital on base. 

“Huh?” You asked confused by his question.

“Boy or girl?” He asked more clearly. 

“Oh, I don’t know. I think a girl. Growing up with a brother was shitty at times wish I had a sister to do the girly shit with. But I’ll be happy either way.” You explained to him as he held you hand. 

“Well, I’m hoping for a boy. I can teach him baseball, and go do dude things with him. My dad would be crazy about it if he was still here.” He said with a smile crossing his face.

“But yes, I’ll be happy either way. If I have a daughter she isn’t leaving my sight, wont have a boyfriend till she’s 30 and she will be spoiled.” He finished his thought on the gender of the baby. You smiled seeing he was fully invested in this baby and you. Pulling into base you parked and you made your way to the building next to the normal one you would go into, which was the hospital. 

“Good afternoon Captain Mefcalf. Here’s some paperwork if you could please fill it out, and we’ll get you right in once you’re done with it.” Your secretary at the front said. You took it and went and sat down with Rooster and filled the paper out.

“How are you feeling?” Rooster asked in almost a whisper trying to be quiet because it was quiet in the waiting area. 

“Alright. A little nervous, but excited.” You told him smiling over towards him.

“Me too.” he said plainly. You finished up your paper work and walked it back up to the nurse behind the desk. 

“Alright, let me take you on back.” She said taking the clip board and getting up. 

“Come on.” You said turning to Rooster who still sat in the chair. He got up quickly and followed you. She brought you into the room all the way at the end of the hallway.

“Alright here you are. Doctor will be in shortly.” She said with a smile. 

“You okay Roos? You seem disassociated. You didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to.” You told him watching him bounce his leg sitting in the corner. 

“No, No, thats not it at all, of course I wanted to be here. I’m just nervous. I don’t know how to act. I’m happy as all hell, but nervous of things going wrong.” He explained how he felt to you.

“Aw Bradley. Everything will be just fine.” You told him blowing him a kiss from the bed. You heard a knock from the door and the Doctor came in. 

“Captain Metcalf, how are we doing?” Doctor Kelly asked. 

“Good, how about yourself Kelly?” You asked. 

“Good. So, congratulations to the both of you to start off with.” She said smiling and sitting on her spinning chair. 

“Thank you.” You said with a smile. 

“Alright, so before we get started how are we feeling? Anything unusual?” She said as she started to write some notes.

“I mean everything feels unusual, it’s very new to me.” You said with a slight laugh. 

“But, I’ve really just been having bad morning sickness, super moody, but other than that everything feels normal.” You told her as she wrote on her clip board. 

“Well all of that is very normal. Very much normal when you are having a girl.” She said with a wink, making you smile wide.

“Alright, let’s turn these lights off, and I’m going to have you lay back.” She said getting up from her chair and going to shut off the light and turning on the big screen for you to see the ultrasound. 

“Dad, come on over, we dont bite.” She said seeing Rooster sitting in the corner still. He got up quickly and moved his chair with him to sit next to you. You put your hand out for him to hold and he did so. Taking it into both of his hands and bringing it to his face and kissing your knuckles. 

“alright this is going to be a bit cold, but only for a second.” She said and she shook the bottle of gel in her hand. She began to wave the machine over your stomach trying to find a good angle. 

“There it is.” She said stopping. You looked at the screen and saw the tiniest speck in your womb. You started to tear up and looked over at Rooster and he was also crying. Holding his hand tighter, you look over at the screen again. 

“Is it a boy or girl?” Rooster said excited. 

“We cant see that yet. It looks like you are about 12 weeks give or take. Everything looks perfect from what I see. It’s about the size of a plumb right now. So in about 2 weeks we will be able to see the gender.” She said finishing up and and handing you a print out of the ultrasound. She began cleaning off your stomach as you and Rooster looked at it. She finished cleaning up and you pulled your shirt back down. You got up and Dr. Kelly walked you two out of the room. 

“I want to see you back in about 3 weeks for your second trimester check up and to see what this little plum is going to be.” She said stopping at the front desk with you. 

“Alright, well I will see you Monday!” You said with a smile. You and Rooster walked out of the hospital together. You noticed he was being very quiet causing you to look back at him. He was just staring at the ultrasound photo and walking. 

“Roos, you’re going to run into something.” You said stopping, and he knocked into you. 

“Like me.” You said with a laugh. You were out side now and you turned to him. 

“We’re having a baby” He said simply not looking up at all. 

“Yes we are.” You said with a giggle. He finally looked up at you. He lifted you in his arms and spun you around. 

“Roos, I will throw up on you.” You told him and he set you down. You smiled up at him. 

“Come on let’s get home and finish packing.” You told him grabbing his hand and lead you two back to the car. 

“Can I keep this?” He asked as you two got into the car. 

“Of course you can.” You said with a smile seeing how invested he was. You knew you didn’t have to worry about him being a good dad. He took his wallet out and put it in there next to a polaroid of you he had in there. The rest of the night was spent packing the rest of your things only leaving essentials, and then a movie, with some pop corn. 

*Following weekend*

“Roos! Come on we gotta go pick up Brian!” You said starting to get more and more excited to see you brother. But more and more nervous to tell him the news. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” He said running down the hall. Going to the car and taking off. 

“I’m so excited.” You said bouncing in your seat. 

“I can tell. I’m nervous as fuck.” He said look at the road. 

“Don’t be nervous. He’s an amazing guy.” You told him rubbing his shoulder. 

“Well, he’s a Marine right? He could probably kick my ass with one finger.” He said tensing up. 

“I mean I’m not going to tell you he’s a small guy. But, I don’t think he’ll kick your ass, unless you deserve it. He probably will be a little stand offish because you’re new to him and my boyfriend. Especially when I tell him the big new.” You said putting your hand on your stomach being that you are showing just a little bit.

“Well, let’s hope it goes well.” He said starting to lighten up just a bit. Was about a 2 hours drive to LAX. You and Rooster talked and talked about the baby and the plans for the house the you moving in, had the wind your hair with the top of the Bronco off. 

Pulling into the busy terminal and down to arrivals. Rooster rolled slowly through there and you looked closely looking from your brother, he wasn’t hard to miss at all. He was 6'4, covered in tattoos head to toe, and the bluest eyes you’d ever seen. A huge smile grew on your face as you saw him stood looking down at his phone.

“Pull over, pull over there he is!” You said pointing at him. 

“Fuck.” He said. 

“You’re fine. He’s a teddy bear.” You said rubbing his shoulder as he pulled over. You got out of the car running to him, he noticed and opened his arms wide and you jumped in them hugging him tight. 

“I missed you!” You said to him. 

“I miss you to baby sis.” He said as he set you down. You turned to see Rooster stood by his car. 

“Come on. I want you to meet someone.” You said turning and walking to Rooster. Brian grabbed his bags and followed you. 

“Brian, Bradley. Bradley, Brian.” You said. 

“Bradley Bradshaw. Top Gun graduate, one of the best pilots out there. It’s good to meet you.” Brian said putting his hand out to shake Bradley’s hand. You knew this tactic. He was showing Bradley that he can find anything out about him. 

“Good to meet you too. Y/N has told me a lot about you.” He said hiding his nervousness from Brian. Rooster started to grab Brians suitcases to put in the back of the Bronco. 

“Got it bud.” Brian said stopping him and grabbed the bags and putting them in the back. You let Brian get in the back and you got into the passenger seat. 

“Alright ready for 2 hours back home?” You asked. 

“Sure am.” Rooster said. 

“So Bradley, how’s life in the navy?” Brian asked starting his normal interrogation. 

“Good, we are training right now for a mission. The last one was, to say simply, a bit rough.” Rooster started. 

“Rough is in understatement.” You said with a scoff. 

“How about you little sis? How’s the hospital?” He asked as he out stretched his arm across the back seat. 

“Good. I love it there. Have made a lot of new friends.” You told him getting excited to be able to catch up with him. You reached over to Rooster and took his hand into yours in a comforting manner. 

“How’s the Marines?” You asked. 

“You know, it’s the Marines.” Was all he said. You knew how bad the last mission was, so you decided to not dig to deep into it. The rest of the ride was catching up and every once in awhile a few words from Rooster. Pulling up to your house, you got out and went to the door to unlock it so that Brian could go right in with his things. Brian passed you and went in. 

“The last door on the right down the hall.” You yelled in to him. You shut the door before Rooster could walk in. He looked at you confused and you pushed to walk back around to the front of the house. 

“Bradley, you need to calm down. I know you emotions are all over the place with the pregnancy, and with meeting my brother, but you need to lighten up and stop acting like a pussy. I love you and so will he, even if I have to beat the shit out of him to do so. So stop, act like the badass Navy fighter pilot I know.” You said kissing him and then walking back inside, Rooster following you close behind. You definitely caught him off guard with the way you spoke to him because you’ve never done that. 

“alright, so what’s the plan tonight?” You asked Brian as he sat on a stool in the kitchen. 

“I dont know. Any good bars? I could real use a few.” Brian said running his hands through his hair. 

“Hard Deck it is.” Rooster said coming in to the kitchen with a smile. You’re talking to must have really did something. 

“Sounds good to me. I’m going to go shower, and get ready.” Your brother said patting Rooster on his shoulder and walking away. You and Rooster went to your room and started to get ready. 

“So, how are we planning on telling him?” Rooster asked breaking the silence. 

“I had a onsie and a shirt made for him and the baby. The onsie says, ‘I have an awesome Marine Uncle.’ and his says 'Awesome Marine Uncle’ ” You told him as you took your pants off. 

“Thats cute.” He said as he stripped off his shirt. You couldn’t help but keep thinking about just screwing him until you couldn’t walk. It was probably the hormones, but then again you’ve always thought that just looking at him. 

“See something you like?” He asked flexing his muscles harder. 

“Of course I do.” You said walking over to him and taking your shit off. You ran your hands down his torso feeling every crevasse of every muscle. You planted a kiss right between his pecks where you stood face with. Moving your way down slowly and getting to his abs. 

“Babygirl, we cant right now. Your brother will be knocking on the door any second now.” Rooster said lifting you back up. You gave him a pouty face. 

“I know baby, I know. Later. Luckily he’s all the way on the other side of the house so maybe, just maybe he wont hear you tonight.” He said giving you a wink and pecking your lips softly. 

“I’m ready when you guys are.” You heard Brian yell. 

“Told ya.” He said smiling and turning to finish getting ready and you did the sam

[anxietyfluffy]

Wanted you ask for your headcannons for Frank, 💝💔👗🔪🥇🎭❤️‍🔥💄😭 ( I love that man so much! 😭💙)

BLUE HEART ANONNN i missed you dude!! and ofc!! we frank fans gotta stick together FYWGWEUF this will contain spoilers and the angst hc is a lil dark but that's how I do angst babey 💝: to me, Frank has always read as a physical touch and acts of service kinda guy. like, for example, he struggles a fair bit to tell Karen verbally just how much he loves her, but to show it he tends to touch and hold her a lot as well as help her out with things. the acts of service hc is even hinted at in canon cus Karen stated that he helps out fixing small electronic devices around the house. 💔: this is both a mix of my hc and au - and really what would probably happen in canon if this were to happen - but i don't think Frank can really live without Karen. like, in an au where Karen dies but Frank doesn't, i think Frank would probably off himself because the person he loves the most is dead. 👗: Frank has numerous Hawaiian shirts in his closet as well as the same coloured jeans. he doesn't care - or want to - wear anything else. ofc he will, and he has clothes other than Hawaiian shirts and jeans, but he loves his iconic Hawaiian shirt because its comfortable to him. 🔪: I think everyone agrees that Frank has anger issues, so i wont repeat the truth UYFEGWWFE but, with Frank's training in the military as well as the fact his job is pretty physical at times, he's trained in some forms of martial arts. though i can't see stuff like Karate, i see more Boxing, Jiu Jitsu, Judo etc etc. how to fight and take someone down if needed. I can also see him being really good at Jiu Jitsu and Judo UEWFYUFEW 🥇: I can see small and big things he's good at. like something small is I can picture him being amazing on the grill, but a bigger one is that I can see Frank being amazing at giving advice (though he sucks when it comes to taking it). as much as he's harsh, i feel like he's good at pushing people to do things that makes them happy, and I think he tries to get people to do things they love because for a while he struggled to understand just how important love really is. 🎭: Ooooh.. I don't think Frank would lie a lot honestly, but. He'd absolutely lie if it meant he was (or, at least he thinks he's) protecting his family. Though, you can always kinda tell when Frank is lying, because usually he's pretty blunt and honest. Sometimes too much. ❤️‍🔥: KarenFrank time teehee. Frank adores Karen, absolutely, and I can see Frank giving Karen this certain look anytime he sees her. I dunno how to describe the look other than just full of pure love. She could look absolutely messy, puffed out after trying to get the girls to stop playing in some mud or something, and Frank would still put his hand on her cheek and look at her as if she was the sun and he was the moon, basking in her light. 💄: I've given my physical hc for Frank a fair bit - the fact I see him as tanned, as well as having darker hair and more greying streaks - but recently I've used his skintone on his dead body (dark, I know) because the colour is around the same, but it looks more natural compared to the vibrant colours I tend to go for. Here is a screenshot of the way I colour-picked the skintone off of the bodies - I go for the midtone of said body instead of either the direct lighting or the deepest shadows.

😭: Well. There is an obvious answer to this one. But, instead of going that route I'm gonna explore how he felt more. I imagine Laura's death was the heavy ass stick on the camel's back. Because it was mentioned Frank was a solider before he was a cop, I'd imagine he'd have some sort of trauma related to that - especially with the fact he was in his 20s for a bit of the 80s, where a lot of wars happened. That likely PTSD mixed in with the death of his daughter probably made what was seemingly a small liking to whisky into an addiction, which lead to his life crumbling more when Karen divorced him. Might I add, they didn't even divorce because they weren't in love, it was heavily implied Karen was still in love with Frank, and then Frank was clearly still in love with her too, esp cus all the other women he got interested in in-game were just younger, more evil versions of Karen UEFGUFWE. From what I saw of the photo of Frank, Karen and Daisy - esp because she looks around 10-13 in that image while dying at 14-15, I presumed they were together - or trying to be together - for a bit, and then divorced. And even if Karen had full custody of Daisy, that image as well as Once Upon a Crime make me believe that Frank did have contact with Daisy, it's just Daisy didn't want to speak to her dad. Which, presumably, lead to more depression, and more substance abuse. This cycle only ends when he's dead - when he's with Karen and the girls again, and can live as a family all together again. It's clear that if Frank's family didn't crumble and fall apart - because of the actions of a dumb ass driver - we would have a very different Frank in-game. those are my hcs!! sorry its long i love talking abt the knight family sm and if given the chance i will ramble abt them.

[fangirlstorycreator]

Could I request a jealous Blaylock story😏💚 knowing he'd go to a little bit of an extreme measure when it comes to this because of his temper. Let's say a random ďude tried to get with his girlfriend one night at their usual restaurant during their date night. Ending in the poor dude all bloody and messed up and a good steamy😉way of ending the night. All just to prove that what is his...will remain his. I love your writing! Thank you in advance😁

Absolutely anon 😁 I'm more than happy to write this for you, and thank you, I'm so glad you like my writing 😁💚

You and Jack were finaly able to have a date night tonight. You'd both been super busy with the job you were on, and neither of you were able to spend any proper time together, you couldn't even remember the last time you had sex. You didnt realise how long it had been since you both had been intimate, until you started getting 'frustrated'. You had been grumpy, and annoyed at little things, not releasing that tention really showed in your body language, and you wanted that to change. Once you both finished work, you grabbed a shower, put on a dress and a little mascara before heading outside to where Jack was waiting for you by his car.

"You look gorgeous tonight Y/N" "Thanks babe, you look very nice yourself" He was wearing a dark blue pair of jeans, a white shirt with the top part slightly unbuttoned and a brand new pair of white and blue trainers. You shared a kiss before he opened the car door for you, and you both drove off towards the restaurant. You watch the street lights and clubs as you drive through the streets, but it's not a patch on your boyfriend Jack. Just watching him drive was wonderful, and you rested your hand on his warm thigh as he drove. He smiled and interlocked his fingers into your hand so he was showing how much he loved you.

When you arrived, he opened your door and he wraps his arm around your waist as you walk up the steps to the restaurant. You were regulars, and the man opening the door smiled happily as you both walked in, it was always a pleasant atmosphere hear. The waiter gave you and Jack a window seat, looking outside to the beach before handing you both a menu and giving you a bottle of water and 2 glasses. "I will be right back to take your order" "Thank you" Jack says as the waiter leaves. Your reading the menu when Jack looks over to you, just admiring your beauty, feeling so lucky to have you in his life.

"Hey" Jack says taking your hand and running his thumb over the soft skin of your hand. "You really do look beautiful tonight" "Thank you babe, I always try my best to look good for you" "You dont need to try, all you do is smile and I feel like I'm falling in love all over again" His words always bring a smile to your face, he leans over the table a little to lock his lips against yours, kissing you with a tender and gentle feel. When he sits back down, the waiter comes back over and takes your order. The night carries one in the best way you could hope for, laughter, smiles and a wonderful time catching up and not worrying or talking about work.

It was getting late, as you and Jack were just finishing your last drinks. "Oh tonight was so needed, I've missed date night with you Y/N" "I know me too, it's a shame we haven't had a chance to enjoy eachothers company recently" "Well...its a good thing tonight isnt over yet..." He says slowly moving his hand over yours again, with a seductive look in his eye. "Does this mean, we can spend some much needed time together?" "I'm hoping so....listen, I'm sorry I haven't been physical with you lately. Works just been-" "Jack it's ok, I know. It's been the same with me, I wont lie, I have been a little...frustrated recently"

"Well...I'll have to help you out with that tonight then wont I?" You both share a chuckle. "I'll be right back babe, I'm just going to the bathroom" He stands up and walks towards the back of the restaurant, your just happily smiling to yourself, knowing that tonight is going to be amazing. "Hey there little lady" comes a voice walking up to you. "Oh, uhh sorry I-" "No need to be sorry" he says interrupting you and taking a seat in Jack's chair. "Uh excuse me? I dont know who you think you are but I'm hear with my boyfriend, and your sat in his-" "Ah is that who you were sat with eh? I thought he looks a little pathetic" "You what?!" "Why dont you come home with me instead of waisting your time with that loser?"

"That man your calling a loser is my boyfriend who I love very much, and your gunna regret sitting hear trying to flirt with me" "Oh really? And why's that?" Before you could say anything, Jack grabs him by the back of his collar, pulling him up off the chair and away from you. "That's my girl you son of a bitch" "Your girl? Come on, maybe we can share her? Or I'll take her outside and do what I want, then give her back-" Jack wouldn't let him answer, he grabbed him and put him in a headlock, leading him outside. "You stay hear babe, I'll take care of this bastard. Noone talks about my girl like that!" Jack pulls him outside as you run to the till to pay for the meal.

"I'm sorry, it was a lovely meal, but I really have to go" Once you paid, you run outside to see Jack and the man on the other side of the road. Running over, you see that Jack has blood all over his shirt, and the man is in tears on the floor with blood all over his face and coming out of his nose. "Jack! What the hell happened?! Are you ok? What did you do?" He is a little breathless as he approaches you, trying his best to look calm. "Its alright Y/N, he got what he deserved. The things he was saying about you-" "I dont care about that Jack, your covered in blood! Are you hurt?!" "I'm alright babe, I promise" "I'm taking you home, come on, I need to make sure your ok"

Once you got him home, you demanded he took off his shirt so you could check him. He did as he was told, smiling a little at how concerned you were but you needed to know if he was hurt. You look him over and run your hands over his chest and back, and thankfully he's alright. "Right you, shower" He smiles and makes his way to the bathroom, letting you sit by the window of the living room. When he was in the shower, you were stewing in a mixture of emotions, everything was wonderful tonight until you saw Jack covered in blood. He wasn't always the best with controlling his temper, he never lost it with you, but you have seen when he gets angry.

What could that man possibly have said when they were outside to get him that angry? You didnt have much time to think about it when Jack walked back into the room, dressed, clean and no longer covered in blood. He was wearing black jogging bottoms and a black vest, showing his beautiful arms and shoulder muscles. "Do I look more presentable to you now babe?.....babe? What's wrong?" He can see you purposely looking away, trying to hide the war of emotions your face is showing, mostly worry. "Hey, hey look at me" He moves your chin with his hand so your looking up at him. "What's the matter? Did I upset you?" "No Jack it's not...its nothing" "Please dont lie to me, I love you. What's wrong?"

"Its just...Jack you frightened me tonight" "I...I frightened you?" He looks terrified at what he could have done to make you feel this way. "No Jack, you didn't frighten me like that, I was scared FOR you" "What? Why? You know I can handle myself" "That's not the point Jack. How would you feel if you saw me after a fight with someone, covered in blood? Wouldn't you be feeling the same way as I am?" His shoulders slump, he knows your right. "Y/N I'm so sorry, I was only trying to stop him from taking advantage of you. He was an asshole who deserved what he got. I promise I didnt mean to frighten you, your my girl, and I love you. I was just showing him that.....come hear"

He pulls you into his arms and gives you a hug, just having his muscular arms hold you like this helped to calm the feeling you were experiencing, and his heartbeat under his thin vest was making you feel more at ease. You loved him and missed being this close. When got look up at him, there is no exchange of words, just you pressing your lips against his and kissing him like there was no tomorow. You didnt want to think of anything else, you just wanted him. He kisses you back just as passionately, understanding that all you need right now is just some physical love. His tounge slips into your mouth just as he lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist.

He never breaks the kiss as he takes you into the bedroom, sitting himself on the bed so your now sat on his lap, with him gripping your hips as you slowly buck your hips back and forth, feeling him grow from inside his joggers. Tonight you weren't interested in foreplay or taking it slow, you needed him now. His hand slips under your dress and moves your soaking wet pants to the side, while your hand freed his girthy cock. He grabs his cock and moves it over your sensitive clit, making you shiver at his touch, right before he grabbed your hips and pushed himself into you as he pulls you back down onto his lap.

"Nngguuhh! Oh fuck Jack" He felt so fucking good inside you, and you continued to moan and whimper little words like that as moved your hips back and forth against his groin, his cock was hitting your G spot over and over again. He's fucking you, hard and fast, already making you feel like tears could run down your cheek. He rips off your dress after you pull off his vest, and you hold onto him for dear life. Pressing your bare breasts against his chest muscles, the skin on skin contact was really turning you on. He buries his face against your neck, kissing and sucking the soft skin as your hands run through his bouncy brown curls, making a fist in desperation of needing something to hold onto as he fucks you mercilessly.

His leg muscles tighten and his breath gets quicker, you can feel that hes about to cum, and so are you, your so close and so desperate for release. And just a few moments later, his hands tighten on your hips, knowing there would be little bruises on there later, but you didnt care, the orgasm was so strong you just went through it. And he let out a deep groan and grunting noise as he came inside you, just as you finaly finish your own orgasm, shaking against his legs as the intensity slows down. Your both breathless when you sit up to look down at him, even letting out a little breathed laugh, Jack doing the same. "I think...that was...very much needed. My god I've missed this with you Y/N" "So have I Jack, I just cant get enough of you" "Well, who says we need to stop hear?....lets go again....this time, I'll be on top...you know how much I love making my girl scream...."

[beef-brisket]

Emily cringed: Yeah, fair enough... well, let me know if you need a hand. I'll get started on some dinner.

Adam smiled at his sister. Once she left, he could finally breathe. He enjoyed the silence. And the air smelled normal. Not musty like old wood.

Thankfully, Adam didn't actually feel sore. He thought giving birth leaves you in pain for weeks after. But he felt fine. Like it never happened.

He ran his hands over his body. Nothing had really changed. He thankfully didn't have tits. Well, bigger tits- pecks. His hips were slightly wider, but nothing his usual baggy shirts wont fix.

The only thing that sucks is his dick being gone, which hurts Adam's soul as much as he thought it would. He's devastated. Maybe he can beat that short creep up, make him bring his dick back. Then Adam will kick him in the dick for BEING a dick.

Yeah. That's a good plan. Lots of dicks involved. Just how Adam likes it.

But Adam will focus on payback after doing a few paragraphs of his essay.

Nearly an hour later, Emily walks in with some food, he almost didn't realize because of how in the zone he was.

Emily: ...Addy?

Adam: mm?

Emily: Food.

Adam perked up and looked over at his sister. He eyed what seemed to be pasta.

Adam: Fuck yeah. Thanks sis.

She hands it to him, and he starts eating while reading over what he typed.

Emily: You've done a lot... how is it coming?

Adam: Just have two more bullshit paragraphs- then the conclusion.

Emily: Wow. I didn't think you'd be done so quick.

Adam: I did do some before we left, the car ride here AND the first night here. I know I look like a loser stoner, but I'm not. Sometimes~.

Emily sighs: Mom wants you off the weed, Adam.

Adam: Don't rat me out, man... hey, uh. Can you not tell her what happened? She already worries about me too much, and this will make her chain me up in the basement and never see light again.

Emily: I mean- you are always getting into trouble.

Adam: No, I'm not!

Emily: ...you got kidnapped by a dead witch that YOU woke up.

Adam: Okay, fair. But I didn't know that bullshit would work! It's a fucking candle! Any cunt could have lit it.

Emily: And unfortunately that cunt was my brother. We told you not to.

Adam: ...I'm a cunt. What can I say?

Emily: Just. Eat your pasta and finish your report then shower. You look like you've just been kidnapped by witch and put through a whole day of trauma.

Adam: Ha! Bitch, you don't know the half of it. And I'm not traumatized. I'm fine! I'm ready to go back and kick his little ass!

Emily: Don't you fucking dare. We talked about this. Tomorrow, we're going home.

Adam: Yeah, yeah, I was joking. I'll spend the next five years beefing up, THEN I'll go back and kick his ass!

Emily: ...make that ten years.

Adam: Rude!

Emily laughed and left Adam to it.

Oh, he was going back all right. Maybe not tomorrow or next week. But he will be back, and he'll fuck that dude up. Assuming he hasn't been burned alive again. Stupid bastard.

Adam looks down. He can't help but wonder about the baby. Charlotte. She seemed to be crying when she was born, Adam wasn't really focused on her at the time. But he hopes she's okay. This crazy shit wasn't her fault.

Hopefully, she's a better person than him.

Charlie: Say it.

Lucifer: eh...

Charlie: Dad. Say it.

Lucifer: I-Immm. I'm s... sssss...

Charlie: Say. It.

Lucifer: ssssssooo... sssssooorrrr... charlie! This is hard!

Charlie: DAD!

Lucifer: Agh! Fine! I'm sorry for kidnapping you-eventhoughyoulitthecandle- forcing you to be pregnant with my hundreds of years old daughter, forcing that pregnancy to happen in a day, forcing you to stay in one birthing position, not cleaning you up afterwards, taking your bodily autonomy away AND forcing you to marry me. I'm sorry... A... Aa... Aaron.

Charlie: Adam!

Lucifer: Adam! I'm sorry, Adam!

Charlie: Very good.

Lucifer: Fantastic! Can you tell me where he is, now?

Charlie: No... you've lessened his pull to us, right?

Lucifer: Yes, I have.

Charlie: Then he'll come when he's ready. No more forcing. He'll come to us eventually. But when is not your concern. Until we see him, you need to learn some basic human skills. I have a lot to catch up on to! But this will be a great time to learn! So, again! From the top!

Lucifer: AGGGHHHHHI wish I was dead!

Charlie: Well, you're not. AGAIN!

Lucifer: I'm sorry, Anthony.

Charlie: Adam!

Lucifer: Adam!

I know that Halloween is over but I still gotta talk about this Hocus Pocus au I thought up

(Human) Adam just moved to Salem, the witch capital of the U.S and the whole town is telling ghost stories of Lucifer Morningstar, the famous male witch who swore he’d be back to take revenge on the townspeople before he was hung by the neck until dead.

Adam thinks this is a crock of shit, so he and his new friend Lute and his sister Emily sneak into Lucifer’s house (which has since been turned into a small museum) legend tells that Lucifer can only return if a virgin lights the black flame candle and Adam is being less than honest about his sexual exploits to his new friend.

As a joke to freak them both out he lights the candle. Unfortunately for him, it works and the witch appears in a violent gust of wind

That’s all I got but I just like the idea of Adam trying to escape from witch Lucifer

MY DUDE I LOVE THIS!!! @fanofstuff01 @beef-brisket

And I'm going to have him and Lute be like freshmen in college so Adams like 19-20 and Emily is like say a senior in high school her and Adam are a year apart.

And yes they had Emily out trick or treating because she's short en to get away with it and said "teenagers are allowed candy too".

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Lute: Adam come on this isn't funny, the curse is real.

Adam: It's not real because witches and magic aren't real. The trails were just so they could hang a bunch of people who didn't agree with their beliefs.

They looked around the museum house and at night it's creepy especially being in the woods. Emily turned on a light so they could see.

Emily: Can we go?

Adam: No look at all this cool stuff! And that book? Says it's bound in real human flesh...... Gross.

Lute watched as Adam went over to the black candle.

Lute: Don't light that! If a virgin lights the candle it's said that Lucifer Morningstar will come back from the dead.

Adam burst out laughing: Good thing I'm not a virgin then.

Emily raised a brow: You only dated Eve for like a week.

Adam: You can have sex in a week!

The truth was they only made out a little bit and then her folks didn't want her having a boyfriend until after she graduated from high school.

So yes, Adam is a virgin. But his fucking sister doesn't need to know that!

He pulled out his lighter and smirked, curses and magic what a load of shit.

Lute: Adam no!

Adam lit the candle: See, nothing to-.....

The house started to violently shake, the floorboards glowed underneath and a laughter could be heard.

Lute: The fuck!?

Emily glared at Adam: A virgin lit the candle.

Adam: W-what!? It's okay! I'll just blow it out!

He blew out the candle but the flame came back.

Lute and Emily's eyes went wide when they saw a man that matches Lucifer's picture come out from the back room.

Lucifer: And who do I owe the pleasure to? Hmm? Oh, you.~

Adam turned around and jumped, what the fuck!?

Lute: We should go.

Adam: Good idea.

They all turn to run out the door, Emily and Lute make it out but the door slams in Adams face locking him in.

Adam: Fuck!

Emily bangs on the door: Adam!!

Adam tried pulling on the door but it was no use. Chills crept up his spine when a low laugh echoed in the room. He turned to see Lucifer standing there with his book now in hand.

Lucifer: Oh, you weren't leaving already were you?~

[unluckyhoneybee]

Mine (Daniel Ricciardo)

2. Charles. Daniel gives Charles the privilege to give you your birthday present

MASTERLIST.

Note: I know nothing about this people's sexualuties, it's just fiction.

This is how I cope with Austin GP.

Warning: +18. Guy on guy. Public use of toys. Fingering. Oral. PinV

"Hey baby"

You turned to Daniel and gasped. He was laying on the bed, shirt half open as he was half dressing for the party. He had a package on his hand.

"What is that?" You left your lipstick on the table and turned in the stool.

"Your present"

"What is it"

He smirked and you knew he was up to no good.

"Come and open it."

You got up and walked to him. Slowly you knelt on the bed and sat on your heals. You reached for the package but he moved it away.

"Give me a kiss"

You smiled and kissed his lips softly. But he wouldn't let go just like that. He cupped your cheek and kissed you hungrily, not leaving without one last bite of your lower lip.

You were panting when he passed you the gift.

You broke the paper and as you starter revealing the box inside, you felt your skin starting to crawl.

"D-Danny"

It was a remote vibrator. You bit your lip and looked at him.

"Do you like it?" He said caressing your thigh.

You nodded.

"Do you want to use it tonight?"

You gasped and your cheeks got warm.

"Today"

"Mhm"

"Do you want to edge me on my birthday party?"

"Well. There are two options. I edge you or..."

"Or..."

"We can play a game"

"Which game?" You asked excitedly and crawled closer to him. Daniel ran his han up your leg and grab a handful of your ass.

"I put this little toy in you." He pushed his hands ups the edge of the dress. "And then I go outside and give the remote to one of the guys from the list"

The list. A bunch of names Daniel and you had agreed you two would have sex with.

It made you feel dizzy.

"And what do I do?"

"You have the whole night to guess who has it"

You whimpered when he brushed his fingers over your clit. You panties were already wet.

"What do you say?"

"I wanna play."

He smiled.

"That's my freaky girl." He pulled you for a kiss and took the package from your hands. "On your fours, pretty thing."

You obeyed quickly, getting on your hands and knees and shaking your ass slightly. He gave you a playful smack.

"The guy is willing to. He got hard only from me telling him"

"He knows"

Danny pushed your dress up to your waist and smiled when he saw your underwear. He had carefully chosen it for the night, you didn't know thought. He had put all your red sets of lingerie on top so you would see them first.

"Of course baby, I'm not gonna give some dude a remote control without talking first. There are boundaries."

"Did you know I would say yes?"

He smiled and pushed your panties down.

"I know you like the palm of my hand"

He reached over you, leaning to much on porpuse so his crotch would brush your ass, and took the lube in front of you. He poured some of it directly on you, he loved to see how you reacted to the cold feeling. As he expected, you whimpered. Daniel knew how to take his sweet time with you. He finger Ed you slowly until you were slick and ready on a mic of juices and lube.

You were moaning softly, pushing your ass back and biting your lip. You were so focused on the feeling that you didn't noticed he had taken the toy out until he tapped it on your lips. You opened your mouth and sucked it wet. You ran your tongue over it and covered it on your saliva. Daniel loved watching you like this.

"Good girl" He whispered and pulled it out with a pop. You locked your lips and waited.

Daniel was always careful when it came to you, so he took his sweet time sliding it in, making you even more desperate.

And once you got it inside, he spanked your ass before leaning and kissing the red patch.

"Now get up, I'm sure the guys are almost here."

"Wont you see if it works?"

"I already tested it."

The doorbell rang and Daniel kissed your cheek before leaving. He knew you would be there, looking around and clenching your thighs, already wet and desperate.

He opened the door to some of the guys, but the one he wanted wasn't here yet. You came ou of the room and said hi to your friends. He smiled when he saw your shy eyes looking for him. You were there under Michael's arm and Daniel could make you fall on your knees just by pressing a button. But no. Today wasn't about Michael.

He waited for twenty minutes until the last person arrived.

"Hey, mate! Why so early?" He joked while hugging Charles.

"I fell asleep, to be fair." He said blushing. The truth is that he was too nervous. He had been thinking of what Daniel told him for all this days.

Daniel liked Charles. He had always been responsive. It was easy to get him all hot and bothered, Daniel had already gotten a taste of that. He was sensitive and would drop on his knees only with a look. And he adored you so... Who better? Who better than Charles Leclerc, Formula1 pretty boy? You always talked about how hot he was and when Daniel told you about their little encounter years ago you almost die there. Charles was the one Daniel wanted for you on your birthday.

"Come to the kitchen later. And be discreet. YN can't notice"

Charles nodded. He was nervous, nervous as hell. His hands were shaking.

Charles waited and waited. You were busy talking to everyone. Daniel was sitting by your side with his arm around you. You looked perfect. Both of you. Charles was jealous.

You thought about Pierre. But he had been sitting in front of you for half an hour now and he hadn't tried anything. Then you thought about Jenson, who had joked with you a couple of times. And Michael, who was looking extra handsome today with the shirt Danny and you gifted him for his birthday. Then Charles, but you hadn't seen him close to Daniel. Max? Probably not. Mick wasn't in the list and Scotty was sitting right there with Chloe. Then the rest of the people... No, no, no.

Daniel took the opportunity seeing how you were checking something Pierre was showing you on his phone, and got up. He walked in front of Charles and the Monegasque counted to 60 before getting up, telling Max he had to go to the toilet.

Charles found Daniel in the living room, moving the remote between his fingers and a smirk on his face.

"Daniel"

"Charles" Daniel walked to him slowly and Charles blushed deeply. The rosy tone reached his neck. "Are you ready?"

"Yes" He panted.

Daniel trapped Charles against the wall and his hand moved up his abdomen to his neck, his fingers slowly curved around it and Charles panted again. Las Vegas came to his mind.

"Don't embarrass her. Be careful with what you do. Don't make her cum. Dont let her catch you. And don't make it obvious. If anyone else out there discovers our game dear Charles..."

Charles swallowed and Daniel could feel. His Adam apple moving under his palm. He leaned and kissed him deeply, making the Ferrari driver moan.

Daniel pulled away and made look at him in the eyes.

"Understood"

"Yes, Daniel"

"Go out and made my girl feel good"

"Not to good, though"

Daniel smiled.

"Only good enough. I want her shaking by the end"

And Charles took it seriously. He sat and watched you discreetly. He wouldn't cut you in the middle of a conversation. And suddenly you got up and fixed you dress. Charles press the button on the lowest setting. You gasped and eyes fell on you.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Daniel said reaching to your. You grasped his hand and nodded.

Charles stopped the vibration.

"Just a bad move. These damn heels..." You chuckled while blushing.

"Be careful, honey. We don't want a sprained ankle on your birthday" Danny said with a sweet smile.

"I'll try"

People around laughed, no one noticing how flustered Charles was. Once you were out of sigh, Daniel looked at him and nodded with a smile. Charles felt relieved and looked for the remote on his pocket. He pressed the button again and you had to lean against the wall in the kitchen.

"Fuck." The vibrations were right against your sweet spot, they were higher this time.

You bit your finger to not moan and waited. The guy wouldn't be so bad to leave it vibrating, right? Danny had surely given him orders to edge you, not to make you cum a thousand times, right? Not in frond of your friends and that cousin that lived close.

Charles was counting on his head. 40. He stopped.

At first Charles had some mercy, he waited long minutes before starting it. But as the night went on he felt more brave. Daniel mouthing good boy each time helped a lot.

Meanwhile, you had no clue of who was doing this. Everytime you tried to look around and see if anyone was looking at you. He would right? The guy with the remote would look at you while using it.

"Love, you are blushing. Are you feeling good?" Daniel asked touching your cheek.

"Yes. Um... It's hot in here. Just that" You swallowed.

Daniel was proud of Charles because after some time playing you hadn't discovered it yet.

You boyfriend leaned and captured you lips on a kiss. Charles felt something taking over him. He wanted that too. He wanted to be kissed and kiss like that. So he pressed the button on the highest setting and you almost moan in the middle of the kiss. You fingers grabbed tightly on Daniel's thigh and Charles blushed. He always loved the tattoos hidden under the tight jeans. He wanted to touch him too. Then you both broke the kiss and you looked at Daniel so desperately. He wanted to have you like that.

The vibrations stopped and you sighed, leaning over the back of the sofa and trying to regain the composure. Your panties were damp and now there was no possible way you could forget about the toy. You were so sensitive and had all your alarms up. The slightlest touch mad you shiver and you knew you would be on the verge of crying by the end of the night.

Charles was desperate. He wanted everyone to leave. He wanted to get alone with you two.

He turned it on again and you leaned against Daniel, your fist tight arougn his shirt.

"Wow, YN. Are you okay?" Michael asked.

You nodded unable to speak.

"I think someone drank too much" Danny said taking the champagne from you and drinking it in one sip. You followed the mvoemen, the liquid on his lips, his Adam apple bobbing, lis tongue cleaning the remainings...

Charles stopped and you could finally breathe.

"Let her be! It's her birthday party" Charles spoke for the first time in a while.

Daniel laughed and looked at him.

"A hangover is a shit of a birthday present"

And it clicked. You moved your eyes to Charles and bit your lip. Him? You took in his composure. Hand on his pocket, pick cheeks, shy look... He hadn't spoken much today and he was always chatty around you. And when he caught you looking, he blushed and moved away, taking his hand out of his pocket and clearing his throat. Daniel had seen the short interaction and had to keep himself from laughing. You had caught Charles and he had instantly become a mess. That's why he liked him. It was so easy to rile him up.

You had goosebumps in your skin. It felt to hot but the night breeze was cold. You were waiting for Charles to make another move. You were waiting for another wave of pleasure. This was turning you on even more. To know it was him. He was sweet and hot. One of the first you suggested when Daniel and you thought about bringing people to your bed. This was probably the best idea Daniel ever had.

The aussie was paying attention to you both. You kept moving, fixing your posture and picking your nails, you had clenched your thighs more than he could count with his fingers. And meanwhile Charles was shaking. You had caught him. How could he use the toy now that you knew it was him?

Daniel took his phone out.

Dan: What are you waiting for?

Charles: She knows.

Dan: I don't care.

Charles: She is looking at me.

Dan: She looks pretty when she cums.

Charles: Do you want me to?

Dan: It's up to you.

Charles swallowed and kept his eyes on Daniel.

You got up again, excusing yourself to the bathroom. You didn't need to use it. But you were hoping that maybe Charles would turn the damn toy on.

Daniel waited for a bit. He observed Charles, how he slowly put his hand in his pocket and with pink cheeks, he smiled a bit. Inside the apartment, you had to braze yourself against the door. A moan scaped from your mouth and you could barely stand. You were breathing hard. The vibration was intense and you could feel your orgasm quickly approaching.

"Danny, mate. Where do you keep the wine?" Pierre said offering himself to yo and pick another bottle.

"Oh, sit. I'll go"

"No, I'll do. Don't worry"

"I have a good one hiden somewhere" He said with a smile. He only wanted to go and check on you.

"He is bringing the expensive stuff" Jenson joked and Daniel laughed out loud.

He walked inside and closed the door, giving Charles some last glance through the glass. He swallowed the lump on his throat and lowered the intensity of the toy.

You gasped for air but grew frustrated. You needed it. You needed to cum. And right then, Daniel turned in the corridor.

"What are you doing here, pretty girl?"

You looked at him and the toy, vibrating higher, made you moan high and almost slide down the wall.

"Wow, wow." Daniel caught you and you gripped his arms hard. You were a mess, you had sweat covering your face and neck. "I got you, sweetheart."

Daniel couldn't believe this was turning him on so bad. Another man pleasuring you, boy even in sigh and you a mess on his hands, knowing he had the full control of the situation. Daniel was aching on his trousers at the sight of you.

When Charles turned on the corridor, he panted. He couldn't belive what he was watching. Daniel had you against the wall, he was kissing you with so much passion. You were riding his thigh, only looking for more stimulation so you could reach the orgasm. Charles felt his breath stuck on his throat when you moaned and turned your face. Your eyes fell on him and he reached the remote on his pocket. Daniel was kissing down your neck when Charles pressed the higher setting button.

It washed all over you. The orgasm hit hard and you had to cover your mouth. It was intense, Daniel's hot mouth was only adding pleasure to it. You felt on the clouds, shaking and moaning against your palm as your hips kept moving on Daniel's thigh. And then you opened your eyes again and saw Charles. He was panting. He didn't move. He couldn't. He felt frozen.

Then you stopped you movements and gently pushed Daniel away. The vibrations became too much and you felt desperate for it to stop. Daniel knew you well.

"Charles. Enough"

Charles stumbled to stop the toy, almost dropping the remote.

"Charles..." Daniel looked at him while keeping his arm around your waist.

When he heard you relieved sigh, Daniel smiled.

"Good boy, Charles"

Charles only whimpered. He could cum right then if any of you laid a finger on him.

Then Daniel looked down at you and kissed you lips, smiling at your state.

"Feeling good, baby?"

You nodded and laid your head against the wall, smiling in pure bliss.

"Happy birthday" Daniel said kissing you lips.

You giggled against his mouth.

"Thank you, babe" You turned to Charles and reached your hand. "Come here"

Charles gulped and looked at Daniel, who nodded. He walked slowly and took your hand. You pulled and pressed your lips against his. The Ferrari driver moaned in your mouth.

Daniel was more than happy watching the two of you making out. He felt proud.

"Can't wait for the others to leave" He groaned and caressed Charles neck. The guy moaned in your mouth and you deepened the kiss. "For now, I'm gonna go and get them the wine. Baby, take the thing off. It think it was enough"

He left the two of you alone and Charles pulled back.

"He..."

You laughed.

"I thought he talked to you"

"But I though that he would be with us"

"We won't do anything now, Charles" You said touching his cheek. He blushed.

Charles went to the terrace soon after and sat next to you. He still had the remote on his pocket but he didn't know if he could use it anymore. Luckily, Daniel was quick telling everyone to leave not long after. His charisma and big smile made it look as a polite invitation and anyone felt bad. Max asked why Charles was staying though.

"I'm not. I'm leaving too" He said. "I'm just gonna..."

"Use the toilet?" The Dutch chuckled. "You should get that bladder checked mate"

And as soon as the door closed, Daniel was on him. He circled an arm around his chest and dipped on his neck. Daniel left open mouthed kisses on Charles neck.

"You did so good, Charles" Your boyfriend whispered as he kept kissing down the ferrari's driver neck. Charles moaned and Daniel only gripped his waist harder. "Such a good boy"

You walked slowly to them. It was probably your number 1 fantasy. You couldn't believe it was actually happening. You couldn't belive Charles had made you cum like that while Danny kissed you as if there was no tomorrow.

"Look how she is looking. I'm sure she is probably dripping wet. She wants to fuck you bad..." Daniel nibbled Charles ear. "Come closer, baby"

You walked to them and Daniel reached to cup your chin.

"She is so pretty, right Charles?"

"Beautiful." Charles gasped out of breath. He could feel Danny hard on his ass and you were right in front of him looking with big blown eyes. You pupils were so wife and you lip was red and swollen from biting it so much.

"You know how she likes to get off?"

You blushed hard.

"H-How?"

"Thinking of us" Daniel's kissed Charles cheek and the younger one turned his face slightly. Daniel bit his bottom lip.

You mouth was watering. You favourite thing was to watch Danny like this.

He nibbled on Charles neck and then bit his ear.

"She loves to think of us. You should have seen her the first time I told her about Las Vegas"

Daniel looked at you and you licked your lower lip.

"Look at her. She gets wet only thinking of it. She is shaking, Charles."

You were. You could feel your nipples hard on your bra, your panties were damp and you couldn't breeze properly.

"Do you now what she wants?"

"W-what?"

"She wants you to do what you did to me"

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

Charles looked again at you. What he did to Daniel? He did so many things with Daniel that night. There was one more remarkable than others. There was something he never thought Daniel Ricciardo would ask him for.

"She loves to do that to me too. Just like you. She was a bit surprised at first. But fuck... She is so good"

Charles felt a shiver and you... You were dying to get him off his clothes.

Daniel had his eyes on you now. He was looking straight into them. He loved to see you so desperate and bothered. He loved to tease. He loved to get you on your nerves, on the edge.

"Do you know what I'm talking about, Charles?"

"N-no..."

"You do, Charles..." You whispered and reached to tiuch his abdomen.

"What did you do to me in Las Vegas? What did I beg you for, Charles? It's all she wants" Daniel whispered.

"I... I bent you over a desk" He half moaned. He was so hard, his trousers felt so tight. If any of you dared to touch his member, he would come in the moment. "I bent you over a desk and fucked you like that"

You leaned and kissed him hard and deep, your tongue exploring his mouth and tasting the champagne you had before. Daniel only gripped your hips and pressed you further into Charles. Charles was sandwiched between you two and had never been so turned on.

"That's what YN wants. She wants you to that to her." Daniel groaned. "She is dying for it"

You pulled back and reached to kiss Daniel now, Charles took the opportunity and dipped down in your neck.

He could do that, he could easily give you what you wanted.

"I can do that..." He moaned.

Daniel and you pulled back and shared a look.

"Good boy... Making my girl so happy..." Daniel said. "Now, YN. Be nice and get naked for us"

You nodded and turned around.

"Can one of you help?"

"Of course, baby" Daniel pulled the zipper down and spanked your ass when he was done. You giggled a bit and eyed him while biting your lip. "Beautiful"

He always made you felt like the most special woman in the world. Slowly and moving quite sensually, you pushed your dress down and it fell on your feet. Charles gasped when he saw the red lingerie you were wearing.

You turned around and both men smiled. You pulled the straps of your bra down and Charles swallowed.

"Love..." Daniel smiled. "Don't tease, honey. Show Charles that beautiful body of yours"

You took the bra of and Daniel reached to pinch your nipple, making you whimper softly.

"All yours, mate. Treat my girl like she deserves. Remember this is her birthday gift."

Charles looked at Daniel and gave him a hot and deep kiss. Then he broke it by pulling Danny's lip between his lips. Daniel groaned and pinched Charles' nipple.

Charles then took your hand. He had Las Vegas on mind. He could remember every perfectly. And he was sure you knew exactly how everything happened. So just as he did with Dan that day, he pushed you over your dinning table. The wood felt cold under your skin. You gasped.

Daniel moved around the room and observed Charles. He adored the way the guy was looking at you, how he seemed so mesmerized by your body, how his big hand was traveling up your spine.

You were there, close eyes and flat palms on the table, your lip between your teeth as you patiently waited. As Charles guessed, you know what came next. Charles slowly knelt behind you and pulled the expensive lingerie down.

Daniel leaned and bit your ass cheek.

"See how wet she is? All for you and me."

Charles didn't say anything, but without tearing his eyes off Danny's he gave you the lirdt lick. He reached a long bold stripe on you with his tongue and you moaned high. You were so stimulated from before, you had cum so hard and the edging had made you so sensitive.

"That's eat listen to that"

Daniel walked to you and pulled the chair closer to your body. He reached to your face and caressed your face.

I love you. He mouthed. You smiled.

Daniel sat there and observed your face as Charles ate you out slowly. The sounds coming from the other man's mouth. Charles was eating you sloppily and it felt too good.

"Mmmm, Charles... Please..."

Charles hummed in you, so pleased with himself for making you feel this good. He was giving you clit full attention and you were a mess.

"Stop" Daniel ordered and you whimpered. Charles obediently pulled back and got up. "Kiss me"

Daniel was grinning. You saw them kiss, you watched closely how your boyfriend tasted you on Charles mouth.

"She is delicious" Daniel smiled.

You were on you elbows, naked over the table and panting.

"Please..." You whined.

"What a cute thing. Look how desperate she is." Daniel made you suck his thumb. "Please what?"

"I need Charles to fuck me"

"Go on then, Charlie. Fuck her." Dan passed him a condom. "We are both clean, by the way"

Charles nodded fast.

"S-so I am"

Soon he was entering you. It felt so good, so new. You fell back on the table and Daniel giggled a bit.

"So big..."

"I told you, babe"

Charles groaned as he felt you slowly swallowing him. He had been with many girls but he didn't remember one feeling like this.

"You feel so good, YN. Oh fuck..."

He fucked you ruthless while you tried to have your eyes on Dan. He was enjoying this so much. He was hard and it was almost painful, but it was so awesome to watch. Charles was handsome, he had an amazing body and a pretty face, he looked like a God right then, he was covered in sweat and flushed pink. You were a mess. But he loved you like this. If you looked like that it meant that you were feeling good. He knew you well. He had seen those eyes, that blissful face and tiny smile. He knew well what it meant.

"Mmmm, please... Fuck... Please... Charles..."

Daniel threaded his fingers over your hair and made you look at him.

"Are you gonna cum?"

"Yes... Fuck, yes..."

"Wait a bit for me... Please, YN..."

"Yes... Yes, Charles..."

Daniel watched with a smile how both of you came undone, how Charles spanked your ass when you first came and how his fingers dug in your skin with his last hard thrusts.

"Fuck, yes... Well done guys... Well done... He is something, hey love?"

You nodded barely able to keep your eyes open. Charles was leaning on you and he pulled out slowly.

"Oh fuck, fuck... Happy birthday, YN"

You giggled and pushed yourself up, turning around and kissing him deep. Daniel smiled happy.

"Hey guys. You look cute and all of that. But..."

Charles and you broke the kiss when you heard Danny's belt. You bit your lip and licked them. Charles felt the air stuck on his chest when he saw Daniel. He didn't notice when he had open his shirt and now he was pushing his tight jeans down.

Then Charles saw you kneeling in front of Daniel. You took him in your hand and teased with your tongue before going full on swallowing him and moaning around your boyfriends member. Charles felt somehow jealous because he was sure he wasn't good at it.

Daniel moaned loud and pulled your hair, guiding your movements slowly and looking down at you with his big brown eyes.

Then you pulled back and you lips were wet on saliva.

"Charles..." You gasped without turning. "Help me"

And Charles obeyed fast, but his heart was beating so loud. He still hadn't recovered from his high. And then you pecked his lips and smiled at him.

You both took turns using your mouths and sucking Daniel off slowly. But you felt how Charles shy how he didn't looked up at Daniel, how he didn't look at you.

So when he had Danny on his mouth and you were playing with his balls, you leaned over Charles' ear.

"You are doing so good Charles. Just listen to him. He is loving it so much..."

Daniel looked down at you with a smile and brushed your lip.

"She is so right, Charles..."

You decided to put your mouth to work too. Daniel was a mess because he didn't imagined having both of you on your knees. He wasn't expecting it to end like this. But fuck, he was glad.

He came hard, moaning loud and painting both of you. You smiled and licked your lips. Then you looked at Charles, who was blushing. You kissed his cheek and then kissed Danny. When you both pulled back, Danny kissed Charles.

"Best birthday gift" You smiled and kissed Daniel's cheek. They both pulled back laughing.

As you got up, Daniel fixed his boxers and took your hand.

The three of you got cleaned on the toilet, but suddenly when you were on your way to the bedroom, Charles started to pick his clothes.

"Charles, honey"

He looked at you. Daniel appeared from the door.

"I'm leaving" He said.

"Why?"

"Um... I don't know..."

"Charles, mate. Stay. We have a big ass bed. Come with us"

Five minutes later, you covered Charles with yous sheets and Daniel cuddled into you. He kissed your shoulder.

"Happy birthday"

You giggled.

"Are the birthdays always like this?"

"Nop."

"It's my first time fucking someone on the first time, though."

"That was the gift." Daniel said. "That and the toy"

"Fucking awesome, love" You smiled and turned to kiss him.

Charles smiled looking at you.

"It was a good gift." He smiled. "An amazing idea, mate"

"Yeah, a man needs to keep his girl happy"

"And you are good on it"

With you head on Charles shoulder and Daniel curled behind you, you talked about everything and nothing.

"Turns out that what happens in Las Vegas doesn't stay in Las Vegas" Daniel added laughing.

[f10werfae]

Chris Evans Dad Scenarios #2

Pairing: Chris Evans x Mom! Reader

Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, abandonment?

Summary: Chris taking on the role of a father, with

Y/n by his side

Word count: 1,008

Requests are open!

Likes, Re-blogs and Comments are appreciated♥️

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-Stepdad Chris, when the biological father fucks up:

(Y/n's P.O.V)

“is dad not here yet?” I heard my son Jack say, pulling on my pant leg as he stood beside me by the window. Today was his dad’s turn to take him out for the day, and of course once again he was late.

Jack was already 4, despite being young he was already starting to understand when his dad was going to let him down. I bent down to his level, pushing his growing hair out of his eyes, seeing them starting to gloss.

“Can I get back into my jammies mommy? I jus wanna play with my dinos now” He said as his voice grew smaller

“Do you want a hug baby?” I said holding my arms out, before feeling him collapse in my arms, his tears starting to soak into Chris' shirt that I was wearing.

“Ok how about this, you can go into your jammies and play with your dinos in the living room, i’ll go call dad okay?” I said kissing his red cheeks, his arms brushing away his tears. Before I sent him off back to his bedroom, slowly walking to Chris and I's room to fetch my phone.

Seeing Chris still asleep, I smiled walking over to the bedside table and grabbing my phone then dialling D/n's number.

(PHONE CONVERSATION)

D/n: Hello?

Y/n: Dude where the hell are you? Jack’s been waiting for an hour??

D/n: Oh yeah… About that, I think i’ll have to cancel again Y/n

Y/n: For gods sake D/n can’t you just be a father for once, we’re fucking 25 you can’t seriously still be acting as if we’re 21 again

D/n: Jeez Y/n calm down, it’s not as if i wanted the kid anyway, I told you to get rid

Y/n: Ya know what? don’t bother coming to see Jack again you asshole.

D/n: Wait-

( END OF PHONE CONVERSATION)

“Babe?” I heard a groggy voice say behind me, throwing my phone onto the table I turned around to see Chris sleepily sitting up. His arms welcoming me for a nice warm hug which I gratefully accepted.

“I think i’m going to need to find a lawyer bub, I need full custody of Jack” I said nuzzling myself into his chest, this was a time I needed desperate comfort.

“Don’t worry, I know a few good ones babe, you won’t be alone through this” Chris said reassuringly, rubbing his hands up his shirt that I was wearing, his warm palms on my skin.

“Now where’s my little man?” Chris said pulling away from the hug, standing up from the bed and stretching; his shirt slowly riding up showing his body.

“Don’t give me that look Y/n” I heard Chris say teasingly before walking out the door.

“BUDDY WHERE ARE YA?!” Chris yelled throughout the house, when I finally heard the tiny pitter patter of Jack’s feet head towards his direction.

“RIGHT HERE DADDY! Look at these dinos, you can be the stegosaurus”

I smiled hearing their conversation from the bedroom, I had actually met Chris while I was heavily pregnant. D/n had left me as soon as he found out, leaving me alone and deserted. Chris has been here all of Jack's life and was even the first one to hold him. He is and always will be Jack's daddy.

I heard Chris walk back into the room, this time Jack was hoisted onto his shoulders as he pretended his dinosaurs were flying.

“Be careful Chris he might fall” I said standing up, and walking into the bathroom to wash my face.

“You wont fall right Jack? Tell mommy she has nothing to worry about”

“Yeah mommy, daddy’s strong, he’s a superhero remember?“

“Ah yes I remember” I said pretending to be surprised, re-entering the room.

“Daddy you won’t ever leave me right?” I heard Jack ask Chris, I turned around shocked to see Jack holding Chris' face to look up at him.

“What do you mean bud?” Chris asked confused, bringing Jack down and holding him to his chest protectively.

“Well, dad doesn’t like hanging out with me does he? I don’t like hanging out with him either. I wanna stay with you and mommy only. Can I do that daddy?” Jack asked playing with Chris' fingers

Chris looked at me unsure what to say, before I finally took over, “Of course you can stay here Jack, I would never force you stay somewhere you didn’t want to” I said kissing Jack’s forehead, feeling Chris pull me into his other side.

“Jack, as your daddy you know I love having you around. I wouldn’t trade you for the world bud, and I mean that. Both you and your mommy” Chris said finishing off by placing kisses on both of our foreheads.

-Chris' daughter has a valentine, newsflash it’s not Chris

(Y/n's P.O.V)

I pulled out my camera, already feeling the laugh building up in my chest as I pressed the record button, focusing on my 6 year old daughter on Chris' lap.

“Penelope, is there anything you wanna tell daddy about school today?” I said playfully, watching Chris arch his eyebrow in confusion as Penelope giggled.

“Nope!”

“Hmm are you sure Penelope? you know it’s bad to lie” I said already laughing, seeing Penelope start to mirror my laughs.

“Daddy will get mad!” She said flailing her arms and legs down dramatically, Chris pulled her up properly again.

“You know I won’t princess, I pinky promise” Chris said readjusting the pigtails on her head along with the bows. He was such a girl’s dad.

“A boy kissed me today, f-for valentines day” Penelope said laughing while holding onto her daddy’s pinky. Not long after, Chris' face went red, then his ears before he finally spoke

“Who is this boy? where does he live? Who are his parents? zip codes?” Chris asked frantically, gosh I could feel his panicked expression from across the room.

“Chris!” I said doubling over from laughing at o much, the recording too much to handle…

[silversatoru]

Ok ok- don’t judge me but get this- College AU, Where Ereh and his friends all go to a nearby maid cafe and turns out his s/o works there, and his s/o is wearing a EXTREMELY short maid outfit and she starts to flirt with Eren’s friends, and basically Eren had enough and dragged his s/o to a bathroom stall, and fucked them calling y/n their little slut, etc. and fucked them so hard they couldn’t work the rest of the day- BYE- 🏃🏻‍♀️ 💨 🚪

maid cafe

a/n: i would never judge you for this???? your mind is incredible and this idea has corrupted my brain for days,, please send more of your wonderful ideas to my inbox. and please let me know what u think bc i truly hope i did u proud

eren yeager x female maid cafe!reader

synopsis: eren and his friends go to a maid cafe and his new girlfriend is their waitress — so he drags her to the bathroom and makes sure she knows who she belongs to

tags/warnings: smut, dom/sub, degrading, mild humiliation, mirror sex, public sex, mentions of drug use

word count: 3.4k

“hey, we should check out that maid cafe downtown. i heard the waitresses are fine,” jean smirked as he proposed the idea, passing a blunt he’d just finished rolling over to eren.

eren graciously accepted the weed, but clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at jean’s new idea for their friday night. a maid cafe wasn’t particularly up his alley -- he’d just started dating you a few weeks ago and didn’t have any interest in drooling over other women all night. but he was bored and if everyone else wanted to go, he supposed he’d tag along too.

“hell yeah, pretty girls in short skirts sounds good to me,” connie jived, a giddy smile on his face as he blew out some smoke from his own blunt.

“don’t you think that kind of place is a little disrespectful, guys? we shouldn’t view women as-”

“you’re too uptight armin, maybe we can find a nice girl to suck you off and loosen you up a little bit” jean laughed and cut him off as the blonde boy continued to give his immature friends a disapproving look.

“whatever i’m in, just let me finish this first,” eren held up his blunt and took another long drag, “i wont be able to stand you assholes all night if im not high”.

the four of them hung around their shared four-bedroom college apartment a little longer, finishing up their smoke sesh and flinging half-assed insults at one another. the sky was already getting dusky by the time they actually left and were walking through the small, bustling town surrounding their campus. the cafe wasn’t too far, maybe a thirty minute walk, but it was a beautiful spring night and shit, gas is expensive.

armin’s face was horribly flushed when they finally arrived and entered the front door, the poor boy completely unable to even make eye contact with the hostess standing in front of them. his shyness earned him a swift elbow from eren — his way of telling the blonde boy to relax a little bit.

the young hostess spoke to them in a sing-song tone, her hair perfectly curled to frame her face and her cheeks pink with blush. connie and jean completely ate up everything she was doing, gawking at her like a bunch of losers who hadn’t gotten laid in way too long — which is exactly what they were. eren was almost relieved when she finally sat them at a table and walked away, because he couldn’t stand to listen to jeans' horrendous attempt at flirting any longer.

everything on the menu had cute names that matched the theme of the cafe, and while eren and armin browsed the options, connie and jean continued to whisper about the different waitresses and which one they hoped they got.

as for you, it had been a pretty uneventful night, normal customers and nothing too crazy — that was until you walked up to the newest table you were assigned and saw your boyfriend and his friends sitting around the booth. eren and you hadn’t been dating all that long, a few weeks at most, and you hadn’t even met any of these friends yet. anxiety began to pool in your chest, but you tried your best to put on your best voice and greet them like they were any other table — after all, eren was staring so intently at the menu that he hadn't even noticed you yet.

“welcome home, masters! can i get any drinks for you?” you push your voice up to a high octave and make sure to draw out the word masters — it was the opening line that every waitress was required to use by the cafe.

two of the four boys are ogling at you so intensely that they might as well have drool hanging off their desperate lips. a third boy is keeping his eyes fixated on the table as if he doesn’t want to look at you — which is something you’re not quite used to. and eren is staring at you with his mouth gaping open, which he quickly shuts before any of his friends can notice.

he decided to sit back and watch, an amused look on his face as you continue to flaunt your extra-girly facade. he decides that now isn’t a great time for introductions to his bonehead friends — plus he knows you’re nothing like this in real life, so it’s entertaining to watch you act so out of character.

not to mention you look hot as fuck in your skimpy maid outfit — the tight corset-like top hugged your breasts perfectly and your skirt was so short he could practically see the base of your ass cheeks. he could definitely get used to seeing you like this.

but his amusement quickly started to fade as connie and jean shamelessly showered you in compliments and flirted with you like their lives depended on it. and what makes it worse is you’re playing along — he gets that it’s your job but still, can’t you just tell them to shut the fuck up?

he shoots the two idiots across from him a dirty look as soon as you walk away, “hey dumbasses, cut the girl a break”.

“hey man, i didn't hear you call dibs or anything,” connie raised an eyebrow at him.

“yeah dude, we’re just fucking around, chill,” jean added, a light laugh hanging off his last word.

eren couldn’t do anything but roll his eyes in response. he didn’t want to outright expose your relationship yet but he wouldn’t be able sit here and watch this all night either.

his blood was practically boiling when you returned with a tray full of their drinks. connie and jean turned their charms right back on for you, and fuck, if he had to hear you call them “master” one more time he was gonna lose his mind.

“armin get the fuck out of the booth,” he glared at the blonde boy, practically pushing him out of the booth so he could get to you.

armin yet out a small yelp, clambering out of his seat and letting eren climb out after him. the dark haired boy gave you the sweetest smile, but his eyes were lit up like flames.

“hey, mind showing me where the bathrooms are?”

you find yourself frozen in place for just a second, but quickly recover and give him a quick “of course master, follow me!”

the two of you walk to the bathroom in silence, but you can practically feel the heat radiating off of eren.

when you reached the restrooms you opened the door for him and bowed your head, but he grabbed your wrist and yanked you inside behind him, earning a small yelp from you. you noticed him snap the lock down behind him, and before you could even question his motives you were backed into a wall with his lips working roughly against yours.

“so this is what you do all day? walk around with your ass hanging out while calling people master?” he growled in your ear while moving down towards your neck and placing violent kisses along the sensitive skin.

“i- ah- if it bothers you-“ you breath out between gasps, your hands pressed defensively to his chest, “god, you reek of pot, eren”.

��no, it doesn't bother me, i love watching you flirt with other men. but let me remind you who you actually belong to now,” he murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm as he nibbled up to your ear and his hands fondled with the zipper at the back of your uniform.

“eren!” a strangled yelp leapt from your throat as he unzipped you and let your costume fall around your ankles.

for a second you thought about trying to stop him, but his hot lips against your cool skin was starting to win you over. your neck was undoubtedly covered in bruised love marks now, your skin aching in the most beautiful way.

“take it all off,” he mumbled into your ear as he snapped the strap of your bra against your skin.

“we’re in a bathroom eren, i don’t-“ you tried to reason with him, but any inkling of a rational thought was long gone from his mind.

“what’s with all the protests? you had no problem following orders when my friends were the ones giving them,” he cocked an eyebrow at you and lifted his loose shirt over his head in one swift motion.

you could have retorted or made a jab back at him, but your attention was caught up in the perfect lines of eren’s physique. between the sculpted curves of each of his muscles, his dark hair tied in a loose knot at the base of his neck, and the evil smirk across his lips, you were rendered indefensible. everything about eren was so intoxicating, and the idea of letting him have his way with you right now, in this bathroom, was starting to sound less and less like a bad idea. you weren’t sure how long you’d been staring and admiring when his lusty voice filled your ears again.

“did you forget how to use that pretty mouth of yours? i’m sure i can give you a little refresher,” he faked a frown and pointed to the floor with his index finger.

without a shred of reluctance you sunk to his feet. he had you in a state of utter compliance now, and all he had to do was mutter a few arrogant words and take off his shirt — you were almost ashamed, almost.

after a few smooth movements of his fingers against the drawstrings of his sweats, the tip of his member was hanging mere centimeters from your face. you glanced up at him with giant eyes as he stared down at you with his clouded ones. between his raging hunger for your body and the high that was still clouding his mind, there wasn't a single coherent thought in eren’s head other than the way your lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

“open up, princess. if you wanna act like a slut, i’ll treat you like one,” he grabbed the back of your head and forced it forward.

your lips parted without even thinking, and he thrusted his full length down your throat without any warning. you were left coughing and sputtering, the walls of your throat constricting against his cock and sending a few curses from his lips.

he slowed down slightly after that, but kept a steady pace as he mouth-fucked you until tears were leaking down your cheeks. you were gagging and coughing and your face was stained with salty saline but you loved every second of it. his head rolled back as raspy grunts fell from between his teeth, his fist tightening at your scalp.

after he thought you’d finally had enough he pulled back and released your hair from his steel grip. his cock was aching now, coated in a thick layer of your sticky saliva and yearning for more.

“get on the counter,” he ordered, and you scrambled to your feet in a way that was embarrassingly desperate.

you boosted yourself up onto the cool countertop, positioned perfectly between two sinks and leaning back against the mirror. eren placed a firm grip on each of your legs, shoving them open and snickering at the slick patch of fabric between your thighs.

“you like being treated like a whore, don’t you?” he clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and reached down at your panties before yanking them off in one fell swoop.

he squatted down so his face was level with your cunt, sticking out his tongue and dragging it up to your clit with antagonizing slowness. he moved the warm muscle up and down, sliding it between your folds and in circles around your clit — but his tongue was just barely making contact. and every time you bucked your hips towards him, begging and yearning for just a little more he’d pull his head back and click his tongue at you.

you were aching, leaking, and so incredibly needy for him and he knew it. he’d transformed you into the crumpled mess laying before him in a matter of minutes, and he was very proud of it.

“i’d start begging if i were you, or i’ll leave you here like this — a stupid broken slut with no one to fuck her,” he stood up and cocked his head to the side before beginning to tease your entrance with a single finger.

“ah- eren, please! i’ll do whatever you want,” you whimpered at him, a pitiful look on your face.

“eren? you know you’re not supposed to call customers by their name here,” he shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that”.

“please- master, use me however you want. just please fuck me already”.

that seemed to suffice for eren, because after that it didn’t take long for him to shealth himself inside you and have your sweaty back slamming into the glass mirror behind you. strangled moans and pitiful whimpers slipped from between your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head in complete bliss. he’d teased and tormented you for so long that the sudden intense stimulation was almost too much.

he fucked himself into you so hard you thought you might break — your legs ached and your back hurt from awkwardly leaning into the mirror. but those feelings were quickly pushed to the back of your head because the overwhelming pleasure was so forceful that you could barely focus on anything else. eren’s length was grinding deep into your aching caverns so good that it was completely clouding your brain.

you let out a stifled gasp when he abruptly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more.

“why-,” your voice was so destitute and so, so desperate.

“shut up and stand in front of me,” he commanded, pulling you off the counter and twisting you so you were facing the bathroom mirror.

“look at yourself in the mirror and watch me fuck you,” he practically snarled, placing a palm on your back and pushing your chest down against the counter, “look at how much of a slut you are for me”.

the only response that came out of your mouth was a tiny whine of acceptance — it was pathetic.

a breathy moan fell from your lips as he slid back in, and your cheeks blushed a dark shade of red as you watched yourself get fucked from behind. it was embarrassing, humiliating even, having to see yourself like this, but what made it even worse was that you fucking liked it.

“look at yourself,” he nodded towards the mirror, picking up his pace and tightening his grip on your hips, “just a dumb whore who’s good for nothing but taking orders from other people”.

“only- you!” you let out a strangled yelp.

“what was that? i don’t think i heard you,” he thrusted hard, reaching deeper than he had the entire time and then leaning over your back so his head was positioned right next to yours.

“say it again,” he murmured, burning holes through your eyes with how intensely he was staring at you in the mirror.

“i’m a dumb whore, but only for- you,” you repeated, squirming and whining at the painful pleasure he was forcing into you.

“that’s right,” he flashed you a satisfied grin, standing back up and resuming his original pace.

the sudden shift had you clawing at the smooth countertops — desperately wishing you had a pillow or sheet to grasp onto for some kind of support. you flinched when you felt a couple of his cool fingertips find your clit, immediately rubbing hasty circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“i want you to come for me,” he locked eyes with you in the mirror again, “and i want you to think about how i’m the only one who will ever make you feel this good the entire time”.

his words were harsh but they sounded like honey when they flowed through your pathetically devoted ears. between his consistent thrusts and the pads of his fingers working their magic, you were a pitiful mess of whimpers and moans in a matter of minutes. your body twitching and legs shaking as you mumbled his name over and over — it was the only word your brain could comprehend right now.

seeing you like that nearly pushed eren over the edge himself, but he forced himself to last a little longer, wanting to milk your orgasm for everything that it was. he was genuine when he said no one else would ever make you feel the way he could — your head was spinning and your body was on a high that felt like it would never end.

only once your body finally fell limp and tired, signifying that your climax had ended, did he pull out and spray his seed all over your exposed back. you were a sticky, sweaty mess and your legs didn’t have the strength to stand even after eren was done coming down from his own high.

your face was buried in your arms when you felt a wet paper towel cleaning up the mess of semen off your back. eren tossed the towel into the garbage and wrapped his arms under your torso so he could help your pitiful self stand up. you let out a few pained whimpers, stumbling into his arms and wrapping your hands around his neck.

“that bad, huh? how are you gonna go back out there and work for all your masters? i’m sure they’re waiting,” he smirked at you, and there was no sympathy in his voice.

“i- i don’t think i can,” you whined, clinging to him as your legs continued to shake underneath you.

eren shook his head and clicked his tongue, helping you over to your clothes and assisting you with getting back into your uniform. even after getting dressed your legs refused to work — you were a shaky, stumbling mess. you sat in a pitiful heap against the tiled wall while you watched eren get his own clothes back on.

“i think you might need a new job,” he snickered, squatting down and lifting you onto his back once he was dressed.

you graciously climbed onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck and burying your face into his neck, “yeah, yeah i’ll get a new job”.

“good idea, because everyone’s about to see how pathetic you are as we walk through the cafe,” he wrapped his arms back under your backside to support your weight.

“there’s a back exit right down the hall, please take that one,” you begged, “please”.

“well. since you asked so nicely and did so well i guess you deserve that,” he complied, exiting the bathroom and following your directions to the back door.

but because you have the worst luck in the world, one of the cafe managers came walking right around the corner just as the two of you were about to leave. you buried your head deeper into eren’s neck, unbearable amounts of embarrassment and shame flooding your veins.

“hey man, she quits, sorry!” eren yelled and handled it for you, dashing out the back door before the manager could even comprehend what he’d just seen.

“thank you,” you mumbled into his shirt, and you were truly thankful that you didn’t have to speak for yourself in there.

“no problem, princess,” he adjusted one of his hands so he could squeeze your ass, making you jump against his back, “let’s head back to my house for round two, yeah?”

“r-round two?” you stuttered.

you could barely handle round one, and he was ready to go again? how!?

“i’m joking, relax. let’s go watch a movie or something,” he chuckled, hoisting you higher on his back and beginning your long walk back to his apartment.

you sighed and sunk into his back, that sounded nice. there was a huge difference in how eren acted earlier and how he was acting now, but you were a sucker for both personalities. you expected college to consist of classes and work and maybe a few new friends but meeting eren yeager was sure to make it a lot more interesting.

[angelatsumu]

hq eyeliner hc's [nsfw]

hey babies! back again with another hc type deal with some of my favorite boys!

boys are: tendou, matsukawa & bokuto <3

basically just brain rot about boys would letting me do their eyeliner <3

warnings: slight dubcon with tendou, puppy!reader, oral (f!receiving), cockwarming, fingering, not proofread

requests are open! please send some requests for anything !!

t.satori

boy definitely loves whenever his good puppy does his eyeliner

let's be honest he does it himself usually

you'd come trotting up with the mischievous look on your face, eyeliner in hand.

he just smiles, sitting on the bed and you stood over him.

a smile grows on his face as he feels you crawling into his lap, straddling his waist.

"puppy's doing so good, hm~" he teases as you wiggle your hips in his lap, trying to get a better look at his eyelids for the eyeliner placement. his hands find your waist, gripping lightly as you wiggle a bit more, earning a low groan from your lover. a blush rose to your cheeks as you felt his growing semi against your backside, hand shakily continuing to apply eyeliner to the right eyelid. a huff leaves your lips when his hands move to smooth over your thighs, spreading instinctively to give him better access to your needy heat. he notices, a slight chuckle leaving his lips. you finally manage to complete the first eye, and just as you were moving toward the second, tendou managed to get his hand between the two of you, cupping your heat. you paused, studying your sly boyfriend's face for faltering. knowing your gaze, his eyes remained closed with a coy smirk on his face as his hand began to slowly rub between your folds, gently grazing your clit with each stroke. "hmph," you whimpered, retreating backward so you sat on the edge of his lap, hands just out of reach from your cunny. Tendou lets out a sigh, hands finding your hips and dragging you back into his lap, hard-on pressing into your heat intentionally. "finish what you started, puppy, or i wont be nice." you blushed at his words, craning your neck to begin work on his second eye. Tendou's fingers skillfully swipe aside your panties to collect your slick, spreading it over your clit with a pleased groan. Your cunny clenched around nothing as you whined, arching your back so your bodies pressed closer together. "puppy~" he scolded teasingly, pressing tight circles into your clit as you began to writhe beneath him. "tori, no fair," you whined softly, trying your hardest to focus on the last swipe of eyeliner. just as the pencil met his eyelid, tendou's two fingers penetrated your tight hole, walls immediately fluttering around him as your climax came closer. you whined once more, pressing your hips further onto his fingers in a wonton attempt to get some release. "i warned you~" tendou scolds, fingers moving at a punishing pace as his freehand circles around to rub tight circles into your swollen clit. "please, i-i'm so close~" he would rolls his eyes if they were open at your whining, and you knew that as your legs began to shake, body growing hot as your boyfriend continued to pleasure you. just as you feel that tight coil about to snap, tendou's ministrations on your needy heat cease, and he peaks an eye open to take in the disappointed look on your face. tears start to form in the corners of your eyes as you needily press your thirsty cunt into his hand, making a sloppy attempt of fucking his fingers. Tendou groans in annoyance, swatting at your clit which sends a jolt through your body. "eyeliner, pup. that's all you asked for." you know he's teasing but you can't help but cry a little at the thought of him doing this to you again. just as you go in for your second attempt, tendou's fingers are working you again. his fingers are crossed this time, giving you an irresistible feeling that with any clit stimulation would send you barreling to the edge. you begin to protest, not wanting to be edged right now—you were so sensitive for him, and this he adored more than anything—but tendou shuts you up. "you don't get to tell me no until you finish the fucking thing you begged me to do," he huffs, smirking at the whimper and feel of your salty tears on his skin. tendou loved you, but he loved being mean, too. finally, you finish the swipe across his eyelid, hoping that tendou's merciless behavior ceases, but he has other plans. his eyes flutter open, immediately pinned on you as his free hand once again finds your clit, rubbing figure-eights that have you seeing stars. the way you're squeezing him is driving him crazy, and all he knows is that he needs you to cream for him. your legs start shaking and you collapse against his chest, crying out his name as your orgasm washes over you in waves. his hands never stop pumping in your addictive cunny, and tendou smiles

down at you as if to say, "we aren't done yet".

m.issei

he let you do it when he saw you watching a tiktok of some dude saying he wanted a girl to sit in his lap and do his eyeliner

the issue wasn't that you were allowed to do it, it was that he knew your plan and he played dumb the entire day about it

i mean mans knows you did his eyeliner so that he would get all horny and fuck your brains out, but mans plays the long game

issei just really wants his puppy to beg to be touched like the touch-starved girl she is

"you've been following me around all day, y/n". his voice almost sounds annoyed, but you know that isn't the case. your boyfriend lived for how needy you were with him, but he enjoyed the occasional front to seem less whipped. "i am your puppy, after-all," you retorted, as slight blush at your own words on your cheeks. issei pauses, turning around to see you standing there with your hands crossed over your chest, pout in full-effect. he grins, eyes raking over your form slowly before he rolls his eyes and turns around once more. "if you're gonna stand there, at least help me put the dishes away," he snarks, and you sigh, being the obedient girl he knew you to be. as you're putting the last few dishes into the dishwasher, you feel issei's palm press into your lower back. a sigh leaves your lips as he takes place behind you, leaning so his lips were against your skin. "how about you get a better look at this eyeliner between your legs, hm?" an audible whimper leaves your lips as your tease of a boyfriend backs away, feigning innocence as he looks for an imaginary beverage in the fridge. "issei~" you whine softly, making your way over to him. he glances at you with a smirk on his face, eyebrows raised in fake surprise. "Hm, so horny puppy forgot her manners~" He's teasing and you know it, but you can't bother with games when he stands before you like this, grey sweats hanging low on his hips and hair disheveled. you try to pry your eyes from the prominent dick print, just enough to not get caught, but matsun's chuckle gives it away. matsun closes the fridge, moving to tower over you before backing you into the counter. "staring is impolite, puppy." his arms take place on either side of the counter, caging you in as you let out a whine. he notices your neediness, especially in the way you move your thighs together to create friction for that desperate clit of yours. your lover smirks down at you, shaking his head as he immediately drops to his knees. "you might wanna hold on, puppy~ " before you can process his words, issei's gotten your panties off, forcing them into your mouth. He raises his shirt you're wearing, eyes marveling at your cunny. he breathes in your scent like it's his last breath, licking his lips hungrily as he does so. issei hoists your right leg over his shoulder, sliding in closer to your needy heat. matsun's tongue licks a fat stripe between your folds, warm muscle sending involuntary chills down your spine. his eyes peer up at you, watching your face contort as he delicately presses his tongue into your clit, slowly drawing circles there. a gutteral groan leaves his lips as he feels your slick covering his mouth and cheeks, moving his tongue to lap up the entirety of your cunny at a faster but precise pace. your hands take purchase in his hair as he circles your clit once more, paying close attention the shuddering of your body with each stroke. his hands have a tight grip on your legs as he uses his left to hoist your left leg over his shoulder, rendering you helpless to his will. he pressed your further into the counter, groaning as you involuntary buck your hips against his tongue, desperate to feel his hot muscle inside your cunt. "behave, puppy," he scolds you, continuing to sloppily lap up your wetness as he feels your body quake beneath him. he needs you to cum, so desperate to satisfy his needy puppy after denying her for so long—for him. issei moves his tongue to your entrance, circling sloppily before pushing the muscle into your pulsing walls, and the pull on his hair tells him all he needs to know. matsun's tongue thrashes within you, moving at just enough speed you're seeing stars and losing your grip on your release. he manages to slide a hand between the two of you, massaging your clit with gentle rigor, and moaning into your heat, using the entirety of his tongue to lap up your slick. with a final pinch of your clit combined with the pressure of his tongue thwarting inside you, your orgasm washes over you and you're seeing white, nothing but issei matters as your hips buck wildly

against him. he grins into your cunny, knowing he's done well for his puppy.

b. koutaro

loves the eyeliner in the boys lap trend!

would probably see you doing it one day, and he's like hm?

and then he sees a tiktok of a dude saying he loves when his girl does eyeliner in his lap, and he's like uh, yeah?

so he sends you the tiktok, and you're more than happy to fulfill his fantasy or whatever

he, being the needy boy he is, suggests cockwarming while doing his eyeliner. (bo loves cockwarming doing anything but that's for another day)

"come on, puppy, please~" he whines, legs spread with a hand down his grey sweatpants. you sighed, your strong will wearing thin whenever your boyfriend gave you the puppy dog eyes. bo' loved you and he was constantly looking for ways to keep you guessing, keep you excited about his touch. he knew he never had to try very hard, but still he enjoyed the chase of it all. you clambered into your boyfriends lap, sinking onto his length slowly with a wince. he grinned at your faintly pained expression, knowing his girth always took you off guard. you sat in his lap, smiling at his excited features and he blushed softly under your gaze. it took everything in him not to tear you apart, completely disregarding the eyeliner. as you got situated, your velvety walls clenched around earning light whimpers from your beloved himbo. he grimaced, knowing he didn't want to ruin the intimate experience at hand. "please just start, puppy," he whined, wriggling under your touch as he grew restless. you smirked at him, enamored by your easily excitable boyfriend. you reached to start the first swipe of eyeliner on his left eye, straining in his lap to reach his eyes. as you approached, bo couldn't keep his eyes off of where you two were connected, and that made you blush. "kou, please close your eyes," you huffed and he obliged. his hands instinctively found your waist as you wiggled in his lap once more, his cock twitched inside you at the slight movement. a soft whimper left your lips at the sensation as you struggled to remain focused on the task at hand. with the first swipe across his eyelid, kou thrusted lightly into you, growing too restless to sit still. "bokuto~" you whimpered, withdrawing your hand and lightly pinching his cheek as you shifted attention to the other eyelid. "hurry up and finish so I can fuck you, puppy~" his tone was gruff and urgent, and you blushed, nodding softly. needless to say, the second swipe took no longer than two seconds and your brains were fucked out instantly.

admin: i hope you all enjoyed!! also, thanks for 99 followers <3

[fantasy-innit]

high | wilbur soot x reader

first one shot! enjoy!

tw, smoking and drinking

DONT HATE I HAVENT WRITTEN IN MONTHS PLS LMAO

words: 1222

cc!wilbur x non cc!reader

gn!reader

2am- brighton, england.

a pearly pool of water splashed around wilbur’s grey sneakers, soaking his white socks into an uncomfortable slush around his feet. he shielded his body from the rain with a black, compact umbrella and a maroon, zip-up sweatshirt he picked up before he left.

wilbur was adorned with only a yellow t-shirt and track pants, the yellow now a deep mustard with water seeping through to his chest. his soft coils flattened against his forehead as he tore his body through the nocturnal winds.

what was supposed to be a tipsy, middle of the night walk, turned into a search for shelter- this rain wasn’t going to get better. 

wilbur searched his brain, thinking of someone’s place he could wait the rain out in- he needed someone who was awake at 2:13 AM. 

the only person he could think of was y/n, his friend who was studying at the university of brighton. it was a quick walk to their dorm, and there wasn’t a doubt in wilbur’s mind that they weren’t awake.

y/n had been in his life for so long- he had always admired their caring personality that never failed to make him smile. they are my soulmate. the only person i feel like i can be myself around.

wilbur found an awning to stand under and sighed, pulling out his phone, finding their contact and calling anxiously.

“yo, wil? whats upppp?” they smiled through the phone. y/n sat at their desk studying for their english exam with music running through their headphones and into their ears.

wilbur laughed quietly. “im near your dorms, its pouring, please let me in.”

“did you even try to check the weather?”

“its not my fault i indulge on a cherry vodka every once in a while! the thing is that i’m a tad intoxicated and i would loveeee if i could come over for a bit and dry off.”

y/n rolled their eyes and closed their spiral notebook that was labeled ‘english :)’ and slipped on a pair of slippers. “ok, im coming down to let you in. be here quick.”

they hung up and wilbur quickly ran to their dorm complex, he had been there plenty and knew where it was even if he was under the influence.

he pounded on the glass door that could only be unlocked with a keycard, scaring y/n who was standing on the other side of the door scrolling on their phone.

they opened the door and stared at him. “wil you are a mess. i have a shirt you can change into, but your out of luck in the trousers department. you can sit on one of my bath towels. don’t you dare get naked again.”

“dude that was like 6th form... let it go....” he joked.

y/n puffed out a sigh. “i’ll let it go when the trauma goes away.”

“that was a fun time, though.” wilbur said, walking alongside y/n on the way to their dorm room. “that was the first time we drank together i think.”

“yeah,” they smiled, sarcastically. “that’s also where my smoking addiction started!”

wilbur laughed. “you’re still on that?”

“well i wouldn’t call it an addiction. its more of a social thing.”

“speaking of social...” wilbur trailed.

y/n furrowed their eyebrows at him as they unlocked their dorm room with their key. “what does that mean?”

“its a friday night. shouldn’t you be.. partying? like every other uni student on a friday?”

they smiled and grabbed a towel from their closet and setting on one side of their bed for wilbur. “well my roommate is down at a club or something so i decided i would take this time to study up. guess i wont be doing that. want a drink?”

“sure. what’ve you got?” wilbur asked as he grabbed a sweatshirt from your closet, turned around and slipped off his shirt. he threw the sweatshirt over his head and sat on the towel y/n placed for him.

they opened their mini fridge and examined the drinks on the bottom shelf. “i got a 6 pack of stella and a 6 pack of wine coolers. your choice.”

wilbur smiled, and pointed to the wine cooler. “you know im not a beer man.”

“that makes one of us!” they laughed, grabbed a bottle opener and popped open his wine cooler. they cracked the tab of their drink and took a few cold sips.

“well now that this is a social thing, you got anything?”

y/n rummaged into their desk drawer. “pre rolled, the way you like it.”

“i just cant roll, okay?”

“yeah..” y/n laughed and opened their window.

the night went on, the two smoking and drinking inside of y/ns cozy dorm.

the warm smoke drew into y/n’s lungs, and they enjoyed it. they had missed wilbur’s company, even if they had only not seen him for a few days.

“look, y/n- tonight has been amazing. but i have to ask- what are we?”

y/n turned their head and put out their joint, their ceramic ash tray filling up even more. they mumbled, “i dont know. what do you want?”

“i dont know. but i know for a fact that this isn’t the wine coolers talking. you’re such a puzzle, y/n. i can never figure you out. some days you love me, some days were just like two best friends.”

y/n looked at their feet. “i don’t know. i think it’s obvious that i like you but i  guess im just scared to commit. what if we dont work out? what if you find someone new? ive always felt inferior to you, especially now with all your fucking followers..” they laughed quietly, but sighed.

“you are the only person that makes me feel worthy of anything, y/n. no matter what i’m going through, i can go to you.”

y/n chuckled and grabbed the joint from in between wilburs fingers. they drew from it and smoke sprawled through the air.

“so beautiful even when you’re abusing drugs.” wilbur joked

“don’t even start that, wil...” they laughed and rested their head on his shoulder.

wilbur fiddled with his fingers. “i think you’re the one- i really do.”

“you’re crazy.”

“i dont care! please, can we just give this a shot? if it doesn’t work it, which it will work out, we can still be friends. just.. please.”

“...” y/n thought, passing the joint back to wilbur. “fine. fine.”

wilbur put the joint in the ashtray, smoke still in his lungs. he whisked it out and turned to them. “so does this mean-”

y/n grabbed the collar of the sweatshirt, pulling it in. “this is definitely the beer talking.”

“i dont care.” wilbur softly took their cheek into his hand and pulled them into his lips.

for the first time, wilbur felt love in a kiss. as if it had been stored in their throat and jetted into his as they kissed, like no feeling he had felt before, he pulled away and flopped backwards onto their bed.

“wow. i cant believe i just confessed my undying love for you under the influence of like 4 wine coolers.” wilbur laughed as he observed the small cracks in the dorm ceiling.

y/n laid down next to him, staring up at the ceiling as well. “maybe you’re just a light weight”

[sscoutregimentss]

i know we as a collective society believe in gamer! eren supremacy. and yes, this is a good take. however, may i introduce to you: normie/fuckboy/jock eren with gamer/nerd gf. thoughts under the cut (safe for work, pg-13, also slight snk spoilers for season 3 and up!)

see, eren isnt necessarily a fuckboy. in fact, hes very loyal! he doesnt really think that way about any girls or guys except you. but hes popular romantically and had a reputation for sleeping around before he met you (not that theres anything wrong with that but ya know word travels fast across campus). plus, cmon the dude is in a frat, super hot and has a tongue piercing. he cant blame anyone for thinking he is a fuckboy bc he exudes the energy.

you are kind of the complete opposite. you dont really enjoy parties and you keep to yourself. you're a total wreck when it comes to flirting and your kinda oblivious to whenever people like you. you dont have many friends and are a bigger fan of 2d people than 3d.

either way eren finds you so so so cute. he first approached you at one of his frat parties. your roommates convinced you to come after she said that someone (read: connie) had a dance dance revolution mat, but you kinda just stuck around in a corner staring at your cup once you lost them. he looks you up and down-- your outfit was pretty cute, a short plaid orange pleated skirt, dress shirt, orange cardigan and black beret laying neatly upon your head. and your face... he couldn't help himself but try to talk to you. you were really anxious because wahhh scary sports guy you dont know but he was kinda instantly comforting? in a way? and he was freaking pretty. he looked like a final fantasy character--long haired characters were your type. the rest was kind of history.

a lot of people are shocked when they find out your dating bc you two are so different (some people are surprise eren “dates” at all) but no one dares question your relationship when they see how much eren dotes on you. he has so many polaroids of you in his wallet-- from the many arcade dates you bring him on where you decimate him at almost every game, you awkwardly posing in the hentai section of bookstores, or just candids of you being intensely focused on a puzzle in a game. whenever you guys go out to eat and somethings wrong with your meal, he'll send it back (in a polite way, of course, but hes still assertive.) or if you buy like a figurine and its misisng something hes marching up to the cashier stand for you. he always has an arm around your waist or is holding is hand in yours. sometimes you just cling onto his arm and rest your head on it (hes comfy!!!!! and you are always tired) your both pretty clingy, but you get kinda awkward when you two are around people you know so he just kinda subtly holds you as to not make a scene. its nice. hes comfy.

youve got dual monitors, a pc you made yourself, rgb keyboard, the whole nine yards. all your consoles are up to date and you keep a handheld system on you at all times. you spend most your weekends watching anime and movies and tv shows and your shelves are piled high with books and comic books. eren literally does not understand any of it. when you told him you built your pc he goes "you made all those microchippy things? youre soooo smart babe". when you talk about some of your weirder or more complicated animes he nods along but honestly he gets so lost ("so like, lemme get this straight, the kids dad's wife ate his mom?" "yeah but like she was turned into a titan so she didn't realllllly know it was the dads wife, but like she literally walks past this titan shifter so i think she knew." "thats crazy.") and he will never understand the point of otome games when hes literally right there. he actually has a really bad habit of getting jealous of characters you have a crush on but you just find it funny. sometimes he gets an ego boost when they look like him because even if they look like him he is actually real so they can suck it.

hes rlly supportive tho. erens a rlly passionate person and he loves you a lot so he pours a lot of passion into what you do. if you are into esports/fps games hes cheers you on all the time and does all the raging for you ("BABE THAT GUY IS STREAM SNIPING! HES STREAM SNIPING YOU HEY ASSHOLE STOP CHEATING OFF MY GIRLFRIEND" "eren he cant stream snipe me because i dont stream" "oh i thought that just meant cheating"/"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HER?" "eren its okay i can just report him" "NO NO LET ME AT HIM IF HE WANTS TO CALL YOU A BITCH I CAN CALL HIM MUCH WORSE" "um guys im gonna mute my mic for a second if you need me text chat") if youre into cozy games he likes to watch you play and gives you ideas on where to put things. like in minecraft he makes you put a second bed for him even though he doesnt play and he helps you name all your pets. you get a little less intense with cozy games so you sit on his lap and he lets his hair down puts his head on your shoulder and points at where you should place stuff. he still rages though? this is eren jaeger we are talking about. ("aw, she wont move to my island." "WHAT? who does that little ugly squirrel think she is? you think youre too good for MY y/n's island? i'll shave your unibrow off. then we'll see what island will want you" "leave hazel alone! shes cute!"/"dude that hamster guy with the glasses looks like armin" "graham? what? armin doesnt even wear glasses" "no no look at it more" "oh shit youre right") rpgs/otome games are kinda a wild card with how he acts. if its an otome game and the character looks like him he is more into helping you out because it reaffirms to him that you find him good looking but otherwise he is just sulking and calling them annoying ("princess y/n... i know im just a servant, but i want to be with you forever!" "pft. get a load of this guy. clingy much?" "its romantic! youre jealous.")

one of his favorite things to do with you is cuddle and watch anime. usually he lies his face on your thighs or chest while watching and you play with his hair or he holds you in his chest and you play with one of his hands while the other goes behind his head. he grew up on some of the classics like naruto sailor moon one piece pokemon and dbz but he never got super into it until he started dating you. you put him on to soooo many good shows (cartoons, anime, and live action) hes both a crier and he is a get-angrier(?). he gets mad on characters behalfs and you have to pause the show so he can rant about how annoying someone is or he feels so bad for someone so he has to take a minute because hes tearing up. he likes slice of life anime because the friendships <3 theyre so wholesome and they remind him of him armin and mikasa but he also likes shounen because it is entertaining to watch fights. he gets really into them actually. he also has this really bad habit of whenever there is a character with no parents or a dead mom he goes "oh same" or "welcome to the club buddy" under his breath. when theres a cute couple in an anime you both like guys get matching keychains of them unless one of them dies because he thinks its bad luck. his favorite animes are haikyuu, your lie in april and code geass.

you are equally supportive of erens volleyball career. you know all the rules because sports anime and you actually find yourself really liking it in 3d as well (it is lacking in bromance and screaming but you let it slide). you go to all his games and he always texts you before his practices. has a habit of kissing you before games and one day after he kisses you go "gg ez win" as a JOKE but then they like decimate their long time rival marley university and get into nationals (is that a thing for volleyball idk sports) so hes convinced its because you did your "gamer magic". now every time after getting his good luck kiss he interlocks your pinkies and you go "gg ez win" and he goes “yes.” because to this day he doesnt know what it means (he thinks googling it is like breaking the magic)

okay im gonna stop while im ahead BECAUSE I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ALL DAY I MIGHT JUST GO AHEAD AND WRITE SOME ONESHOTS....

[arrowflier]

Lovely Arrow, a random plot bunny appeared and I just know you could do it justice: what if Franny has some friends over at Mickey and Ian's place when she's older and one of them is new to the group and wants to learn a little more about her uncles? And Franny starts waxing poetic about how they're made for each other and complement each other so well and both Ian and Mickey overhear and it makes them tear up a little. Just a thought 😋🥰

Evie, thank you! I've decided that Franny's friends love her uncles almost as much as she does, so that's kind of where this went.

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“Why are we here again?” Tiffany asks as they crowd onto the stoop of the little southside worker’s cottage. Franny doesn’t bother to answer as she knocks on the door, but one of the other girls takes pity.

“It’s her Uncle’s house,” Susan says. “Jesus, Tiff, pay attention.”

Well, not too much pity. There was a reason she’d never been invited before, after all.

“Yikes, Suze,” Tiffany mutters with a frown. “I just meant why weren’t we at her actual house.”

“Because my actual house is loud as shit,” Franny finally chimes in, not even looking back. “My mom gets lonely so we live with like three other families, it’s a nightmare for schoolwork.”

“You’d have known that if you paid any attention,” Susan adds, and they all ignore Tiffany’s pout.

It doesn’t last long anyway, because the door creaks open not a moment later.

“Hey Fran,” Ian says from the other side. His hair is longer than usual right now, and looks windswept—or like someone had been carding hands through it all morning. His shirt was tight-fitting and a little too short, like it didn’t belong to him, and the socks on his feet didn’t match.

“Hey Uncle Ian,” Franny greets, then gestures to her friends. “It still cool if we take over the living room for a bit? This group paper is a beast.”

“Of course,” Ian agrees with a wide smile. “Anything to help my favorite niece.” He opens the door wider to let them in.

“Nice to see you all again,” he says as they start to file inside. “John, Rachel,” he greets them individually. “Susan, that new haircut is fantastic, I told you it would be.”

“Thanks, Mr. Gallagher,” Susan says with a grin, tucking a loose curl behind her ear.

Ian grimaces at her, playfully.

"Ian, please," he begs. "I've never met a Mr. Gallagher I didn't want to punch."

Susan giggles, and moves inside.

“I don’t think I’ve met you,” Ian says with a thoughtful frown when it's Tiffany's turn, and Franny jumps in with an introduction.

“Uncle Ian, this is Tiff,” she says. “She got put with us for the project.”

“Nice to meet you,” Ian says, and holds out a hand.

Tiffany takes it, and when Ian lets go, her hand just hovers there.

“Make yourselves at home,” Ian says as he closes the door behind them. “I’ll be in the other room if you need anything, but—

“Try not to need anything,” they all chorus, with the exception of Tiffany.

“Good kids,” Ian laughs, and then he’s gone, disappearing through the archway that leads through to the rest of the house.

They settle quickly. John and Rachel take the love seat, as they’re always wont to do, sitting just a little too close. Rachel giggles as their knees brush, and Franny rolls her eyes at John’s blush.

She takes her own usual spot next to Susan on the floor, notebooks spread out across the ottoman, and startles when Tiffany suddenly appears on her other side.

“Dude,” Tiffany hisses, poking Franny in the shoulder. “Your uncle is so hot.”

Franny frowns, staring down at the wrinkle Tiffany left on her sleeve.

“Yeah,” she says idly as she smooths it. “So I’ve heard.”

“I mean I mean I always thought red hair looked weird--no offence," she tacks on hastily, "but it really works for him."

Franny focuses on arranging her things to avoid smacking Tiffany in the face.

"Does he have a girlfriend?” Tiffany asks, biting her lip. She toys with the ends of her over-crimped hair, bright nail polish flashing between blonde strands.

“No,” Franny answers, and doesn’t give Tiffany any time to think about that before adding, “he has a husband.”

Tiffany pouts, shimmery pink lips sticking out comically. Franny exchanges a look with Susan, who mimics the expression in a way that has Franny trying to swallow her laughter.

“So not fair,” Tiffany whines beside them, crossing her arms. “Why are all the cute ones taken?”

“Hey!” John protests from across the room, but they all ignore him except for Rachel, who hits him with her three-ring binder.

“Mickey would probably kill you for looking at him,” Susan chimes in, “so you should probably keep your eyes to yourself anyway.”

“Yeah,” Rachel agrees, even as she rubs John’s arm in apology. “He’s been to jail, you know.”

“Ew,” Tiffany says, wrinkling her nose. “There’s no way he deserves someone like Ian, then.”

Franny grips her pencil too tightly. Susan sends her a warning look, but she ignores it.

“Actually,” she says casually, hiding her irritation, “they’re perfect for each other.”

Tiffany‘s brow wrinkles.

“No way,” she disagrees. “You Uncle seems so sweet, he deserves someone nice at least.”

Franny’s pencil snaps.

“Shit, she’s done it now,” John mutters.

“Uncle Mickey is nice,” Franny grits out between clenched teeth. “He’s a hell of a lot nicer than you, actually.”

“Franny—” Rachel tries to interrupt, but Susan cuts in over her.

“She’s not wrong,” Susan says. “You’re in the man’s home, Tiff, have a little tact.”

“Besides,” John speaks up, “Mickey is great. He helped me with my math homework last week.”

“Come on!” Tiffany cries. “There’s no way some ex-con should be married to that hunk out there.”

“Ian’s an ex-con too, though,” Susan says. “Right, Fran?”

Franny smiles.

“That’s right,” she confirms gleefully. “They were in jail together, actually.”

Tiffany pales.

“No way,” she mumbles, but they aren’t done.

“Yeah, it’s the most romantic story!” Rachel all but squeals. “Mickey wasn’t even in the country, but he heard Ian needed him and he came right back!”

“They’d been together for like, years already,” John contributes. “High school sweethearts or something like that.”

Rachel latches onto him at that, and he flushes again.

“And they take such good care of each other,” Susan adds. “Last time I was here Ian wasn’t feeling too good, and Mickey made us all be quiet so he could sleep. Then I helped him make some soup, ‘cause he isn’t good at that stuff.”

Tiffany is biting her lip again, staring at them each in turn.

“But Ian seems so—”

“In love with his husband?” Franny cuts her off dryly. “Sounds right to me.”

The others all agree, but Franny isn’t done.

“My Uncles have the best relationship I’ve ever seen,” Franny continues, “and I was a little kid for most of it. So if you think they’re gonna care what some random kid their niece hangs out with thinks about their marriage…” she trails off.

Tiffany’s eyes are downcast.

“Didn’t mean anything by it,” she mutters, then looks up through her eyelashes. “Sorry.”

Silence, broken by Franny’s tired sigh.

“It’s okay, I guess,” she says. Then she hands Tiffany her notebook. “Here, you can write the introduction.”

——-

Behind a half-closed door down the hall, Mickey stands quietly, eyes wide. He startles when the door creaks open an extra inch, Ian slipping inside.

Ian’s eyes are soft when they fall on his face, and Mickey blinks hurriedly to hide the wetness in his own.

“You heard all that, I take it?” Ian whispers, and Mickey nods.

“Yeah,” he says hoarsely. “Kind of hard not to, those kids are fucking banshees.”

Ian laughs, soft and quiet.

“Banshees that love you,” he says, stepping closer. “As they should,” he adds when Mickey lets him wrap strong arms around him.

“Sounds like one of ‘em loves you more,” Mickey mumbles into Ian’s chest, and it shakes as Ian huffs.

“She’ll learn,” he says, holding Mickey tighter. “They all do eventually.”

“That I’m the better husband?” Mickey jokes, even as he rubs his face into the fabric of his own shirt over Ian’s broad chest.

“That we’re best together,” Ian corrects, and Mickey smiles.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, pressing a kiss to Ian’s sternum.

“Yeah, we really are.”