#f: basement dweller

[funfettifurbies]

Some info on all my furbies I made for my friends who wanted to see them, the unnamed one is lovingly named Cow now. I also forgot to take a picture of my dear Allium, I'll update thid post when i do

[justsomedumbbi]

You do not K N O W pain until you become obsessed with a character that not enough people care about, and you become invested in a ship involving them that a quarter of those people even know about.

I JUST WANT TO SEE THESE TWO KISS, IS THAT REALLY SUCH A HOT TAKE???

[link to (half of the) art here]

[eupheme]

— common ground [into the fire, part iii]

part i | part ii | masterlist

cooper howard / the ghoul x f!reader

rated e - 4k

tags: dubcon, power dynamics, vault dweller!reader, bounty hunting, pwp, sex for favors, 1 spank, sub/dom elements, light degradation, use of chems, shotgunning chems, riding, PiV, canon-typical violence and death

a/n: the scene where he complained about doing all the work had me like 👀 (reimagining), so here we go! 💖

“S’that right? Need me to fuck you? Fill up that greedy little cunt?”

His head tipping back as he hums, as if disappointed. Each word exaggerated, with his slow drawl, “Well, I’d sure like to sweetheart… but it seems to me like I’ve been doing an awful lot of work around here.”

“Findin’ this place. Cleanin’ it out. Gettin’ you clothes.” A sigh, before his voice drops, “Makin’ you come.”

“Think you oughta return the favor, don’t you?”

(Or - you take the Ghoul for a ride)

"Fuck!”

You crouch outside as another loud shotgun blast fires - the wooden door next to you peppering with bullets.

This wasn't what you had in mind.

You had thought you'd find a chem station in the next town. A pharmacy, an old hospital. Something somewhat respectable - not standing watch as the Ghoul blew his way through a long-abandoned two-story home.

The layered yelling dies off with each pull of his trigger, until everything going silent.

He finds you there a moment later, still curled in on yourself. A roll of his eyes when he sees you - still unused to the violence.

"It's clear." The Ghoul beckons, "Let's find that station."

You follow him inside, your gaze boring a hole into his back. Trying hard not to look down, nose wrinkling when you almost trip over a set of legs that sprawl across the floor.

A hand pinches at your elbow, keeping you upright.

"What?" He asks, at your expression.

"Did you have to..." You start, as he checks down the hallway.

It's empty - the doors leading to two bedrooms. The bed frames bare and rusted, the rooms already picked through.

A shrug, "They shot first."

"You goaded them."

You could hear him, even from outside. That knowing tone - some kind of warning. A rough laugh, and then the firefight had started.

"We're looking for a chem station, sweetheart." He scoffs, head cocking as he backs you up against the door he just closed, "Think they're gonna share with you like you’re on a goddamn play date?"

"They-" You blink up at him, "They might have."

He clicks his tongue, giving you a long look,"You still got a lot to learn, Vaultie."

A second, before he steps away.

"These weren't those kind of people."

You find it in the basement. A man slumped just outside the cracked-open door, the weathered lab coat stained and splattered red on the left-hand side.

Anything salvageable from above must have been brought down here. Three threadbare mattresses behind a makeshift wall. A long couch that faces a television that still runs, the picture blurry with static.

The station sits along the back wall. A beaker still bubbles over the burner, the smell acrid. Bottles litter the surface - something being made in a batch.

Your mind is already racing ahead, eyes scanning for things you'll need. Too-large gloves shoved on, disposing of the burnt mixture while you search for an empty glass.

Missing how he angles the couch to watch, feet propped up on the wooden coffee table. That ever-steady wariness waning with your focus, the tension in his shoulders easing as he sinks into the cushion.

You're too busy to notice. Sorting the different ingredients, littered across the counter.

There's an excess of toxic soot flowers, their petals papery between your fingers. Opened packages of Med-X, a spilled pile of Buffout. A jar of acid.  

Psycho. Cut with something else, something stronger. You think the Ghoul was right - maybe you had been foolish to underestimate them.

You try to shake the thought away, as you gather what you need. Antiseptic, from your own bag. Three jars of glowing fungus, found beneath the sagging counter. Ground up and tipped into a dusty beaker, the heat turned down low.

"Can you get me some water?" You call from over your shoulder, a jar held in your hand.

There's no answer. Silence, until something hard presses into your back, pinning you against the table.

It feels familiar, the way his hips nudge against yours, and it sends your mind back. An urge to arch - bend low. Mimicking the days before, where you can still feel the twinge of him with the stretch of your thighs.

"You think you're callin' the shots now, sweetheart?" His voice is low, the brim of his hat brushing your head as he leans over your shoulder.

"No," You squeak - caught off-guard, "I just-, I can't leave this until it thickens."

"Mm.” His hum is low. “Too bad. Would've liked to see you try.”

Heat blooms in your cheeks at his words, that rough drawl, even after the last couple days. A thin layer of suggestion in his tone, as he shifts closer - his chest bumping into your back.

Your mind flickering through possibilities, before his voice cuts through.

“Said you need water?”

"Yes. Please," The nod you give is small - you have to start your stirring over, losing your rhythm, "I saw a few cartons in the kitchen. If you don't mind."

"Polite little thing, when you're distracted," He husks, "I'll have to remember that."

The Ghoul makes no effort to move, though. Fingers wrapping around the glass. His other hand gripping the edge of the table, boxing you in. You wonder if he can hear the way your heart thuds in your chest, eyes fixed firmly on your work.

“Where’d you learn to do this?”

It takes you a second to answer - he’d had never offered many questions. Responses that were no more than a couple of words, over the stretch of long hours on the road.

“Uh, my Vault. We were short on hands, my mother was a chemist.” Your words are slow - a still-painful topic, “Used to make all kinds of stuff. Medicine and… and chems, alike.”

People who left were always brought back. Dazed and half-sick from the world above, whatever they had seen. Left at your doorstep to be patched up, if they made it that long.

You always told yourself that wouldn’t be you.

That when you were gone, you’d stay that way.

“Hm.” His tone flattens, “Wouldn’t have guessed. Don’t seem the type.”

“Yeah?” You head turns, catching his shadowed ones. Leaning into the welcome diversion, “What type do I seem like, then?”

The Ghoul’s eyes narrow, an unconscious flick down to your mouth.

“Trouble.” He husks, with a shallow roll of his hips. You can’t help the short inhale that he’s certain to hear, the way your fingers tighten around your instruments.

“Though I’m still workin’ out what kind.”

It’s there that he leaves you. Flustered and silently revisiting evenings before, a familiar anticipation curling low inside you.

The steps creak behind you as he slips upstairs. Returning some time later with what you need - twirling a dented pot found in the kitchen, so you can purify it. Folding himself onto the couch when you tell him it will be a while.

A cut glass decanter salvaged as well, that he drinks directly from. A rough gasp as the bitter alcohol floods through him. Helping himself to the chems that litter the tabletop - before his feet kick up, the hat tipped low over his face.

You think he does rest - a rarity.

You examine him then - as you wait for the water to boil, and then cool, before you can use it to mix with the other components.

Taking the rare chance to do it freely.

In the Wasteland you’ve learned to stay cautious. That you can’t fall behind. That surely he would notice, if your gaze lingered on him for too long.

But here, time seems to slow for a moment. Nothing to do but wait, as your fingers drift to your neck. Pressing into the bruise, as if you could feel the indents of his teeth.

His presence feels the same.

A mark left on you. Something you can’t help but want to touch, even if it aches. A reminder that lingers, and there’s a part of you that wishes it would stay.

It has you wondering, as your eyes sweep across him. Over the long-faded clothes, hiding rough and reddened skin - every inch of him wrapped away.

If you got close enough-

Would you find that he bore a mark of his own?

You make enough for a little over two weeks. Carefully poured and sealed into a variety of small bottles and tubes you’ve scavenged, scraping out every last bit that you can.

In the less-than-stellar conditions, it didn’t turn out so bad. The vials you had seen him buy was a thin, piss-yellow that had made you cringe. Poor work to begin with, and that was even before it was cut with more water.

What you offer out to him is thick - a sheen clinging to the glass as it sloshes, when it passes from your hand to his.

Liquid gold, in comparison.

“Mm.” The Ghoul hums - eyes greedy, as he examines, holding it up to the bit of light.

Before they’re focusing on you. Flickering from head to toe - considering - before his legs spread a bit wider. A hand clapping down against a thigh.

The look you give him is blank. A squeak when his fingers hook around one of your belt loops and pulls - hauling you onto his lap.

“You think I’m just gonna take somethin’ you cooked up?” His brow lifts, hands pinching against your hips, “Not a chance, sweetie. I think we oughta try this together.”

The Ghoul’s fingers slip up then, rucking up the hem of your shirt. His tone turning knowing.

“And I don’t think you’ve got enough in you.”

Your cheeks burn at his insinuation. More than aware, your breath catching as the rough tips of his leather gloves drag across your skin.

“Bet I’ve been leakin’ out of you since last time.” The Ghoul rasps, “Wouldn’t want to waste this, would we?”

He’s solid beneath you. Your thighs splitting on either side of his waist, knees digging into old cushions. Close enough to kiss - if you weren’t so certain he’d bite.

Lost though, on how to proceed. You don’t know the rules to his game. Always keeping you at arms-length - wrists bound, caught in his grip.

Would he let you touch him?

He mistakes your hesitance, his brow pinching.

“Spent enough time starin’. Lookin’ like you wanted to take a ride.” Acid slips into his tone, teeth bared, “Change your mind, now you’ve got a front row seat?”

That knocks you out of your thoughts - embarrassed that you were caught staring at him. Annoyed by his assumption. A scoff, as your hips start to move, a slow roll. Hands coming up to rest against his shoulders, meeting his eyes.

They’re pretty, like the rest of him. Shades of light brown - looking like they’re caught the sun, even underground. Thick lashes, above the deep hollow of sunken eye sockets, the split cavern of his missing nose.

Something that had startled you, the first time you saw him. Now, you hardly even notice. And his mouth -

“I’m not scared of you.” You murmur, watching the way his lip curls in a sneer. A soft sound bitten back as you grind down, feeling how he’s stiff beneath you.

You wonder how long he’s been this way. Hard, from watching you work. Waiting.

Another exchange, though you wish you could tell him it doesn’t have to be that way. You had meant what you said, when you had made your offer - even if you mean it a little differently, now.

Maybe you still could.

“You should be,” The Ghoul growls - hands ghosting over your sides, up to the thin cotton, “If you had any goddamn sense. Letting me touch you like this-”

A hand is cupping your breast now. A hard swipe of his thumb against your stiff peak, your fingers biting down into his jacket.

Your hips jerk against his. A soft moan, when the seam of your pants catches against your clit - leaving you clenching around nothing.

“I want you to.” You confess - catching the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head, “Told you, whatever you want.”

The Ghoul makes a rough sound in his throat, watching as you tug the cups down to fit beneath your breasts, putting yourself on display for him.

“Haven’t learned, have you?” He warns, his voice low, “Don’t make an offer you can’t follow through on.”

The pinch of his fingers sends an ache down to settle between your thighs, the hint of pain pairing with your pleasure.

Your own hand wandering, wanting to see more. Sliding against a leather vest, the stained shirt beneath that was once as blue as your suit. Frayed, looping embroidery on the faded collar.

Feeling the warmth of his skin as you tug at the snap at his throat. An inch, and then another, before he’s catching your hand.

Dragging it up to his shoulders, fixing you with a look, “You best keep those right here.”

“You don’t want me to touch you?” You ask, eyes flicking down to the peek of skin at his throat.

“I want these off.” He tells you instead, snapping the waistband of your pants against skin.

You have to leave him to do it. Watching the way his arms stretch across the back of the sofa, as you kick the pants off, then your underwear beneath.

Bare again, as you settle. Fitting yourself against the curve of his cock. Leather and metal kissing your skin as you move against him, until his lips are parted with a ragged breath.

You can feel your muscles clench. The slick slide of your pussy against his bulge, barely nudging at that deep-seated ache to be filled.

“Makin’ a mess, sweetheart.” He husks, his hips lifting to meet yours. Gloved hands moving to curl around your waist - pulling you down to meet him, coaxing a lazy rhythm from you.

“Rubbin’ up against me like a bitch in heat. Should make you clean that up.”

It coaxes a whine from you, as you let him move you. The sound does something to you - the layered approval in his tone, the low rasp of his voice. Not so unaffected as he seems, with how hard he is beneath you.

He must see it in your expression, a hand leaving the couch to grasp at your chin. Flexing up and into you, letting you feel the hard ridge of him.

“This what you want, sweetheart?”

Making you meet his gaze, as you answer. All dark eyes and the flash of teeth, under the brim of his hat.

“Yes.” You keen, “I need you, please-”

“S’that right? Need me to fuck you? Fill up that greedy little cunt?”

His head tipping back as he hums, as if disappointed. Each word exaggerated, with his slow drawl, “Well, I’d sure like to sweetheart… but it seems to me like I’ve been doing an awful lot of work around here.”

The hand leaves your chin to drop down. Slowly loosening a belt buckle, letting it pool on the cushions. Your cheeks heating when you see the slick shine to the front of his pants, where you’ve rutted yourself against him.

“Findin’ this place. Cleanin’ it out,” His eyes are on yours - your breath short as he tugs the zipper down. “Gettin’ you clothes.”

A sigh, before his voice drops, “Makin’ you come.”

You moan at that, a soft sound caught behind your teeth - fingers pinching into his shoulders.

Waiting for him to draw his cock out - fist wrapped around the base. Flushed and thick in his palm, inches away from where you need him.

The Ghoul does grin then, a wicked thing that shows his teeth.

“Think you oughta return the favor, don’t you?”

He’s giving you an inch - seeing if you’ll try to take a mile. A firm handle, still wrapped around a fist, but loosening the reins.

Letting himself watch.

“Seems fair.” You manage, breathless.

“Then go on,” He husks, “Show me how you can take it.”

Your hand reaches down, but then he’s clicking his tongue - fingers fixing back on his shoulders.

Leaving you to lift your hips. His cock slipping against your slick core, your teeth biting into your lip as you line yourself up - the rough head catching at your entrance.

It’s different this time. Sinking down on him, feeling each inch as it splits you open - instead of suddenly filling you to the hilt.

“Fuck,” You sigh, with the stretch. It twinges deep inside you, where his hips fit against yours.

Lifting yourself only to sink back down, his arms flexing beneath his coat as he lets you ride him, your pace slowly picking up until you’re bouncing on his cock.

As much as you enjoyed last time, there was something about this. Fully able to watch the way his lips part, hear the rattling groan when you tighten around him.

See the way his eyes skate across the bruise on your neck, only to drop down to watch the sway of your tits as your fingers lace behind his neck.

“Goddamn, sweetheart.” His hand flattens against the small of your back. The other gripping your hip, tugging you towards him, “You sure know how to ride.”

Not giving you time to answer, before his head is dipping. The brim of his hat knocking back when it hits your chin - the tips of your fingers just catching it. Slipping it on your own head for safekeeping before he can protest.

It earns you a sharp nip against the curve of your breast, before his lips close around the tight peak of a nipple and sucks.

You cry out, chasing the pressure that builds in your belly. Growing even more wet with the slick swirl of his tongue and the scrape of teeth - his cock grinding against a spongy spot inside you as you arch into his mouth.

“Please,” You whine, fingers flexing and then curling. Needing more friction against your clit, where your heartbeat has dropped and settled.

Trying so hard to listen, a whine between your gritted teeth. Your tits glossy with spit when he leans back, giving you a knowing look.

“You wanna come?” He husks - his eyes dropping, as you nod, “Only if you lean back and show me, sweetheart.”

Relief sings in you, as you adjust. Thighs spreading, as you grip onto his shoulder. Leaning back until he can watch the way he spears into you. How he shines, all slicked up, with each roll of your hips.

Your other hand loses its grip in his coat to slip down, press where your bodies meet.

Fingertips circle, a low moan at the much-needed touch. Your rhythm grows sloppy until his hands hook beneath your thighs. Guiding you into a harsh rhythm, each pound of his cock winding you higher and higher as the couch creaks beneath you.

“Come on, cowpoke.” He rasps, his hand cracking down against your ass, “Is that the best you can do?”

It builds - your fingers pressing harder against the slick bud. Whimpered noises that are more sound than words, as his thighs spread, feet planting so he can drive up into you.

“I said come on.” He growls, “Wanna feel you come on my cock again.”

Like before, it feels like the control slips through your fingers. Your own touch brings you close to that edge, but it’s the pounding of his cock that makes you fall.

Your back arching, crying out as your core clenches. Pleasure bursting deep inside you, racing up your spine and down to the tips of your fingers and pointed toes.

The quick thrust slowa into a lazy grind. A low “atta girl” that he grits out, as he feels the way you come hard around him.

Eyes dropping from your face to watch the greedy press of your fingers as you draw it out - until his own hand is wrapping around your wrist.

Tugging your hand away as the pleasure still courses inside you, hips still chasing the last ripples as you ride his cock.

Bringing your fingers to his mouth. Fitting them against teeth and tongue as his lips close around, tasting the slick that clings to them.

It makes goosebumps raise on your skin. The briefest thrill of fear. Certain that if you pulled your fingers free right now, the flesh and muscle would peel from you - leaving only bones behind.

He groans loudly around them, teeth indenting your skin. Tongue swirling against your knuckles, his hips rocking up to meet yours.

Freeing you, only to grasp at your hips - urging you to move faster. A loud slap of skin until his jaw is clenching - and he’s bringing you down once more against him with a rough sound.

Coming inside you again, but this time you get to see the way his head tips back with his snarl. How his fingers bite into your skin as you feel him throb - throat bared as he spills deep inside you with each rough jerk of his hips.

A flare of something flicking to life in your belly, knowing you did this to him. The groan he made when he tasted you echoing in your mind, giving you something to keep.

You make to move when he goes still, but a hand grips at your hip - holding you in place. Keeping you full of him, as the afterglow still glitters in your veins.

His eyes are dark, fixed on you. Taking in your shadowed, half-lidded gaze - sweat-dewed and bare skinned against him. His hat, still perched on your head. Looking like it belongs there.

A hand digs around in his bag. Pulling out the inhaler for his serum. Snapping it together without his gaze leaving you.

Bringing it to his mouth after - sucking in a deep, held breath. Those eyes closing with a low, contented groan.

A broad hand slips from your hip to splay across the back of your neck, fingers digging into your throat. Pulling you down to him - just as his head tilts to press his lips against yours.

Just as you soften, he exhales - the RadAway flooding through your parted lips. A stinging, metallic taste of iodine that makes you shudder, before you realize he’s deepening the kiss.

You lean into it without thought. The ache in your gums fading with the brush of his tongue. His grip anchoring you in place as he takes, licking into your mouth while his cock still fills you.

Leaving you breathless. Letting him, as your own arms wrap around his shoulders to keep him close. Meeting the messy scrape of teeth and swirl of tongue. The sharp taste fading, layered with the whisky and a hint of you that still lingers.

Before he’s pulling back far too soon, eyes dark as he pants.

“Fuck.” He rasps - his tongue tasting where yours had been, flicking across a lower lip. Before he’s looking at the inhaler - shaking it for another use.

“Looks like I might just have to keep you around.”

You make what you can with the rest of the supplies afterward - waste not, want not. An extra stimpak. Swiping the rest of the mentats, keeping the grape and berry ones for yourself. Refilling your canteen with more of the purified water.

The rest of the chems you gather - packing them in a tin. Tossing them his way, a low whistle when he sees what’s inside.

It’s late enough that the Ghoul decides it’s best to stay here, and leave at dawn. Certain that he will catch up to the bounty tomorrow, already sure of two places where he might be offloading the stolen wares.

You don’t mind. The uneasy thought of sleeping in a house with corpses quickly overshadowed by the real mattresses waiting in the basement. Stained but there’s still bedding - patched up blankets.

A fire, that he coaxes to life in the fireplace upstairs. Dinner, roasting over it.

It almost feels like something. A moment you can play pretend - that these walls will keep you safe.

That maybe you could clean it up.

That maybe he didn’t despise you, and maybe he’d want to stay.

It’s a foolish thought, a sigh as you push it from you. Digging a spoon into the rusted can of Pork ‘N Beans you had scavenged - not trusting the look of the skewer he had been tending.

A thumb running across your lower lip, as you chew. Remember how his had felt. Examining the angry marks pressed into your knuckles. 

His shadow crosses over you, then - you have to crane your neck up to see him. His hat back where it belongs, much like your own clothes.

The tilt of his head, as he considers you again. Before his hand is slipping into the bag that slings across his shoulder.

Gloved fingers curling around something - tossing it silently into your lap, before he’s disappearing upstairs to finish his sweep of the house.

It’s golden, in the light of the fireplace. Seems like he’s already done a little looting of his own. A rolled up bag, the tube and needle tucked inside.

And a bottle of the RadAway you made for him.

save a horse, ride a cowboy and all that 🤠💖 (thank you so much for reading! would love to know what you thought if you enjoyed!)

[hughjackmansbicep]

Delicate

a/n: hi friends!!!! im hoping to make this into a multi part series, got lots planned for this mini fic :))))) this is kind of the prolouge to the real deal, needed to get the setup for it started before we divulge. expect lots of twists n turns my friends!

Pairing: Logan Howlett X F!Mutant!Reader

Warnings: uhhhhh none lol

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: The government has successfully began the eradication of all mutant species in the United States. Lucky for you your dad has taken careful precautions to protect you from the evil that lurks in the streets outside. Tucked away in a concealed basement you sat and rotted away clinging to your old life and dreams. What happens when one day you've got a severe hankering for some ice cream and he ran out of beer the same night? Both finding yourselves in the right place at the right time.

The world as you knew it was slowly coming to an end. Mutants everywhere were dropping like flies after the government slowly started poisoning everyone's food. Unless you were an off-grid loner living off the land, you succumbed to the same fate as everyone else, 6 feet under. Lucky enough for you, your father kept you pretty sheltered. Tucked away in your fully renovated basement, the world is ignorant of your existence. It was safer this way; I mean, sure, you missed going out to bars and seeing your friends; hell, you even missed those 8 a.m. bio classes you used to take. But this was safer; at least that's what your father always preached. “It’s safer down here, away from all those evil people.” He'd remind you every day, “You're to never leave my site, kiddo, and never step outside those doors.” Not like you could anyways, while your mutation allowed you to control the atoms around you and morph them into anything your heart desired, you had one weakness, adamantium. Your house was coated in it; every doorknob, lock, and even the goddamn windows were coated in the shit. 

It was 3:00am, no one was home, and you found yourself craving ice cream. It wasn't uncommon for your dad to leave you to your own vices. He still had a job he'd have to attend to, and that more often than not led you to solidarity on his trips. And here you were in the middle of the night, the light from the fridge illuminating the dimly lit kitchen, tearing your freezer apart hoping to magically find a pint of Ben and Jerry’s buried deep in the frost. You groan, sinking down to your knees, met with disappointment and an ever-growing craving for the sweet, delicious taste of The Tonight Dough. Sure, you could've totally put in an Uber Eats order, but where would the fun in that be? You stood in front of the adamantium-cladded door, using all your strength to melt it to the ground, but to no avail. The only thing between you and your Jimmy Fallon-adorned ice cream was some space metal, and to hell if your dad really thinks that's going to curve the urge.

For the next hour, you ran around the house like a lunatic looking for a weak point. Maybe your father missed just one spot—one tiny spot in this prison he calls a home. A small hole fit for the size of a mouse teased you. Sure, you control all the atoms around you but your own? You'd never even attempted to entertain that idea, although the worst that could happen is you turn your body into a permanent pile of slop. That didn't sound too terrible when compared to being a basement dweller for the last 7 years. And it turns out it wasn't as bad as you'd thought; you melted your body down into a pile of liquid, slithering your way through the walls of your house before you were spit out from a hole in the bricks. The air on your skin cascaded goosebumps along your body; you honestly couldn't remember the last time you felt wind grace your skin or the sun illuminating off your shoulders. 

You skipped happily toward the corner store, taking in every sound around you. The sound your feet made when they hit the pavement, the distant chatter of the locals crowding down the sidewalks, even the obnoxious sound of a car horn brought a smile to your face. You finally understood the saying, ‘the city that never sleeps.’ You reached the corner store, swinging the door open and prancing inside as if it were Disney World. Your happy fantasy faded as the man behind the register yelled at you to put some shoes on before walking into his store. You looked down, wiggling your free toes, with all the excitement of liquifying yourself to get a taste of the outside world, common societal rules had slipped your mind. “I um.. Just came to grab a pint of ice cream; I’ll be really quick, I promise.” You pleaded sheepishly, offering him a quick smile to butter him up a bit. He simply rolled his eyes in disgust and turned his back to you, mumbling something under his breath.

You made your way around the convenience store towards the dairy section when something, or rather someone, caught your attention. He looked tall, and even with a leather jacket on, you could tell he was huge. He had some silly-looking facial hair and even sillier-looking cat-ear-like hair, but man, he still looked good. Your eyes slowly traveled down his arms to his pants. Cute butt, you thought to yourself. He stifled a laugh before turning in your direction and saying, “Thank you.” He grumbled, turning back towards the beer cooler. “What?” You ask, heat rising to your cheeks once you realize you'd accidentally said that out loud. He didn't acknowledge you, just went back to scanning the cooler. You took that as a hint to keep moving, finally landing in front of the ice cream section and grabbing the last pint of your favorite ice cream. Carefully looking around to make sure nobody was watching you, you pulled the lid off and used your mutation to pull out all the atoms belonging to the anti-mutant poisons that were mixed in with the delicious sweet treat. Floating above the ice cream, you cautiously manipulated them into a different container of food and made your way back towards the front. What you didn't know was that the unfortunate corner store owner had been watching your freak act on the CCTV cameras the whole time.

Turning around one of the aisles, you had spotted two men in suits talking to the man upfront. You couldn't make out what was being said as they whispered, but watching him point to you using your mutation on the TV screen explained enough to you. You backed up slowly, trying to even your breaths out before you had a panic attack. You felt someone grab your shoulder, spinning you around into them. It was Mr. Cute Butt; he must be working with those suited men too. Your eyes go wide as you focus all your energy on him. You were attempting to melt him, freeing yourself from his grasp, but it wasn't working for some reason. He just stared at your brows laced together, trying to figure out what in the fuck were you doing. “You're going to shit yourself if you keep straining like that.” He whispered a low chuckle, following after.

You froze, looking up at the man with pleading eyes. “Please don't hurt me; I just wanted some ice cream. Please i'll leave right now, sir.” You rushed out searching his face for sympathy or remorse something in hopes he'd release his grasp on you. He looked confused at what you were saying to him as if you were speaking some foreign language, but that didn't last long once you two heard footsteps approaching you. “C’mon kid.” He grumbled out, dragging you by your arm, ducking in between the small isles towards the exit. “They're over here!” The man upfront yelled, and the mystery man beside you just groaned before scooping you up into his arms and rushing you out of the store. You both quickly fell into the crowd, blending into the sea of people that populated the streets of New York. As soon as you two were outside, he'd set you on your feet, his arm still gripping your wrist, dragging you through the city with him.

“I need to go home, sir; please don't hurt me. I'm so sorry.” You cried, tears adorning your cheeks as you pleaded with him; if your father knew what was transpiring at this very moment, you'd be toast. Absolutely never allowed outside your basement ever again; you could kiss the sun goodbye because you'll probably never see it again once he gets home. He ignored your pleas though as he pushed through the crowds to a parked motorcycle on the road. “Oh no, I am not getting on that thing.” You halted your movements, digging your heels into the ground. “Suit yourself, sweet cheeks.” He laughed at you dryly hopping onto the bike, “They'll find you eventually.” He kicked the stand up, revving the bike on. You looked through the crowd behind you, worry etching onto your face. Maybe he's right; maybe I should hop on that bike and ride it into the sunset with this beautiful specimen, or he's no better than those suited men and could ultimately be leading me to my death. “Just get on the fucking bike.” He growled at the sound of sirens roaring closer to you two.

Begrudgingly, you hopped onto the back of the bike, plopping the helmet latched behind you on your head. At this rate, your sure your dad is going to skin you alive and hang you up to dry. “Hang on tight, princess.” He turned around to smirk at you. You snaked your hands around his torso, and he took off, the force causing your face to smash into his back and your grip on him tightening. You were sure if you had been gifted some form of super strength, you would've popped his torso clean off his legs with how tight you were squeezing him. You attempted to give him directions back to your house, but he couldn't hear you and kept heading in the opposite direction. He totally could hear you too, but he was ignoring your requests to return you home.

The quick 15-minute drive felt like an eternity with how utterly petrified you were. Matter of fact, you were so scared, eyes clenched shut, arms squeezing all the oxygen out of his lungs, you hadn't even noticed that you'd arrived at your mystery destination. He pried your arms off him, causing you to open your eyes; you were in complete shock. A gorgeous castle-like building stood before you, surrounded by trees, and a long gravel driveway trailed in front of it. A voice broke you from your thoughts, but this sound didn't come from the man sitting in front of you; no, it appeared like it came straight from inside your head. 'Logan, would you please introduce me to your new friend? The voice sang through you, your head whipping around frantically to find the owner of these words. “C’mon, I got someone for you to meet.” The man in front of you finally spoke, helping you off the bike and placing the helmet back in its spot on the rear. He guided you through the mansion all the way to the back, stopping at two huge double wooden doors.

“Come in, please.” Rang the same voice you heard earlier, the double doors slowly opening before you to reveal a small, bald man sitting in a chair. “And who might this be, Logan?” He questioned, looking towards the big man next to you. Logan, huh, you thought to yourself, cute name and a cute butt. Logan awkwardly shifted beside you, the bald man sending a booming laugh throughout the room. “Oh my God.. Did I say that out loud?” You whispered heat rising to your cheeks once again. Ignoring you, Logan started explaining to the bald guy, whose name you quickly learned was Charles, what happened earlier. Logan had seen what you were doing in that small store—how you made some substance float out of the ice cream and back into another pint. He assumed you were attempting to do something similar to that when he had grabbed you, and you began shaking like a Chihuahua, yet all you could think about during their discussion of the previous events was how you never got to eat the ice cream you risked your whole life for. “So,” Charles spoke, directing his attention to you. “What can you do exactly? What were you doing with that ice cream?” He hummed his eyes, raking you up and down, studying all your features. hoping they might tell him about who you are.

You were fairly normal-looking; I mean, to the average human eye, they couldn't tell you apart from another human. You felt like a deer in headlights right now, though; you'd never been asked or questioned about your mutation. You never dared to speak about it aloud; hell, your dad wouldn't even let you use your powers ever; it's like he was ashamed of you. “I can... manipulate things, i guess.” You spoke quietly; it felt taboo to you to speak about this, like this was some intimate, inappropriate topic to discuss. “And what do you mean by that?” He mused, deeply interested in your mystery. “I’m not exactly sure, sir. I just know I can do this.” You focus your eyes on the pen sat upon his desk, watching it quickly fall into a liquid puddle. “Fascinating.” Charles smiled up at you, “Can you change it back?” You trained your eyes down on the mess you created, quickly blinking as it slowly morphed back into its original shape of a pen.

Charles laughed in amusement before clasping his hands together. “We have much to discuss, little one, but for now Logan will show you to a room you can rest in. We'll talk more tomorrow.” He nodded at you before Logan had turned around out the door. You took this as your sign to follow, doors shutting behind you both. He guided you up the stairs, stopping at a random white door and handing over a towel and toothbrush he'd picked up on the way to your room. “Just try and get some sleep.” He shoved his hands in his pockets as he spoke. “I’m just up the hall if you need anything, i guess.” He nodded his head in the direction of his door. You just smiled, turning around into your room and softly closing your door. 

You had no clue where the fuck you were or what these strange men were planning to do with you. You've heard the horror stories from your dad about how the government would poke and prod you if anyone knew what you could do. you'd be a test subject for rich white males to toy and play with. You'd set the towel and toothbrush down on a chair in the room you were assigned and slowly stalked your way to the bed. As you crawled into bed attempting to get some shut eye all that you could think to yourself was, "Man my dad is soo going to fucking kill me when he finds me."

[cator99]

ISO advice.

I've written up some notes on how I want my discussion with my landlord to go. I have two options.

1) for the sake of keeping things as stable as possible, I've made a plan that relies on lying to cover my own ass and maintain the state of the home as it is, ie, to tell her that the reason I initially contacted her last month hoping to plan a phone call between us (things were too busy for both of us until now) was out of concern for several issues in the home directly relating to [Pins Girl] but thankfully the issue has resolved itself. I think it would be in my best interest to vouch for the new girl, and to pretend that she hasn't been living here off the record for over 6 months. However, I must confess: I am a terrible liar. It causes me discomfort. My speech becomes stilted unless I convince myself that a lie is the truth, or I simply choose the path of omission. I can do that with enough preparation. I certainly have had the the time to do so and have been preparing myself. That's easy. However my landlord is a lawyer. I have a great deal of respect for lawyers and women in general– and when it comes to her concerns irt this house, and the people who live here... I understand completely. Does that mean I'm prepared to screw them all over? Absolutely not. But I have to think of what's best in this situation. I intend to go into this with the explicit intention of, most of all, establishing a positive rapport– that's my primary goal, because i sense a growing animosity between those in this home and her (and I don't want to be put on the losing side....... which..... would almost inevitably be that which currently has zero lawyers on it)... I've been on the observing side and the recieving end of this animosity here... and I know that their issues have little to do with her, or this house, and are ideological in nature. They all perceive hostility where there is none. The unemployed FTM has mentioned 3 times (at least that I've managed to overhear) that he takes offense to her contacting us via her work email because he sees it as an "intimidation tactic". "Are you insane. That's literally just her email you god damn goof. "She loves to just FLAUNT that she has this big swanky lawyer job, and she wants us be afraid"– of what? Oh maybe of evicting us because you've put yourself in a position where that's possible. Amazing. I dont perceive a woman with an education and a JOB as a threat but I could see how that might hit hard to a lazy misogynistic NEET. This woman has stated in her most recent email that she would as much as possible like to prevent the adding and removing people from the lease willy nilly so as to avoid this place becoming a revolving door for just whoever feels like being here since that's a situation that she reasonably knows could lead to a goddamn nightmare housing scenario.

Option 2) If I say Hey [PG] put us in some real hot water and is now jumping out of the pot and leaving us to deal with it, and now we're all in a position where we now have to choose between getting this unbelievably messy person (true and it wasnt an issue to anyone but the hazbin hotel cokehead basement dweller but this girl is planning on moving into the room next to mine as soon as PG vacates..... hellish.) put on the lease, OR, having here here off the record and potentially putting us at risk of eviction and totally screwing all of us over. Since I am of the understanding that while what they are doing here with the new roommate is technically legal, according to ontario tenancy law, that despite it going against the lease, she has no grounds to evict us over this. My understanding of this is very little but the upstairs people are very intelligent and seem certain that nothing will come of her pursuing any legal action based on us having an additional roommate here that isn't on lease. I doubt how true this claim is. I could propose that since the true Problem Tenant is moving out in 3 days, that in exchange for having me on the inside to update her on quite literally anything and everything she needs to know, she consider..... idk. Not adding the new girl, for starters, since she is a certified Problems Tenant. And then, if she really wants to find something to evict over... she would have me on her side to get that done and over with so long as she agrees to keep me out of hot water when all is said and done.

So yes I could either lie my ass off and chit chat as though I always intended it for this conversation to not be more than me establishing a line of communication for the good of both parties– or I could propose a sort of covert deal with the landlord. And if she does choose to pursue evicting the others--- maybe, at the very least, she will trust me enough to let me keep living in peace in my little bedroom sanctuary. Maybe I'd even get to have some sort of input on who else gets to move in. My god. We could get rid of all the horrific bullshit decor. Make this place look nice for once. Holy fuck. Yeah fuck these people think about the long term gains. Is it selfish? Yes. But think of the beautiful possibilites. This is a gorgeous home. I could even fill her head with the idea of my tradie dad doing some pro-bono renos and tell her all about how he built an entire basement in my parents house out of what had initially been a bug infested yearly-flooding concrete tomb. Sure it took him until 3 years ago to even start doing all that and it just kinda sat there in its shit state for 15+ years but I mean... he didnt have the money til he got a good job. Then dude just went and built an entire bathroom out of scratch. The place looks fantastic. Well.... that's a thought. He'd do it too. Dude loves a project. BUT I'm getting ahead of myself. LOL.........

In about 2 hours, I'll have to make the right call. So. Advice? Am I crazy? AITA?? Ontologically Evil? These people will be utterly fine if they have to vacate. That's just the reality of the situation. And yes. The landlord has pre-emptively agreed that this conversation will stay between us. Hehe

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

August 20, 2024

Heather Cox Richardson

Aug 21, 2024

At Chicago’s United Center today, the delegates at the Democratic National Convention reaffirmed last week’s online nomination of Kamala Harris for president. The ceremonial roll-call vote featured all the usual good natured boasting from the delegates about their own state’s virtues, a process that reinforces the incredible diversity and history of both this land and its people. The managers reserved the final slots for Minnesota and California—the home states of Democratic vice presidential candidate Tim Walz and presidential candidate Kamala Harris, respectively—to put the ticket over the top. 

When the votes had been counted, Harris joined the crowd virtually from a rally she and Walz were holding at the Fiserv Forum in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Last month the Republicans held their own national convention in that venue, and for Harris to accept her nomination in the same place was an acknowledgement of how important Wisconsin will be in this election. But it also meant that Trump, who is obsessed with crowd sizes, would have to see not one but two packed sports arenas of supporters cheer wildly for her nomination. 

He also had to contend with former loyalists and supporters joining the Democratic convention. His former press secretary, Stephanie Grisham, told the Democratic convention tonight that when the cameras are off, “Trump mocks his supporters. He calls them basement dwellers.” Grisham endorsed Harris, saying: “I love my country more than my party. Kamala Harris tells the truth. She respects the American people and she has my vote.”

Trump spoke glumly to a small crowd today at the Livingston County Sheriff’s Office in Howell, Michigan. 

It was almost exactly twenty years ago, on July 27, 2004, that 43-year-old Illinois state senator Barack Obama, who was, at the time, running for a seat in the U.S. Senate, gave the keynote address to that year’s Democratic National Convention. It was the speech that began his rise to the presidency.

Like the Democrats who spoke last night, Obama talked in 2004 of his childhood and recalled how his parents had “faith in the possibilities of this nation.” And like Biden last night, Obama said that “in no other country on earth, is my story even possible.” The nation’s promise, he said, came from the human equality promised in the Declaration of Independence.

“That is the true genius of America,” Obama said, “a faith in the simple dreams of its people, the insistence on small miracles.” He called for an America “where hard work is rewarded.” “[I]t's not enough for just some of us to prosper,” he said, “[f]or alongside our famous individualism, there's another ingredient in the American saga.”

He described that ingredient as “[a]belief that we are connected as one people. If there's a child on the south side of Chicago who can't read, that matters to me, even if it's not my child. If there's a senior citizen somewhere who can't pay for her prescription and has to choose between medicine and the rent, that makes my life poorer, even if it's not my grandmother. If there's an Arab American family being rounded up without benefit of an attorney or due process, that threatens my civil liberties. It's that fundamental belief—I am my brother's keeper, I am my sister's keeper—that makes this country work. It's what allows us to pursue our individual dreams, yet still come together as a single American family. ‘E pluribus unum.’ Out of many, one.”

Obama emphasized Americans’ shared values and pushed back against “those who are preparing to divide us, the spin masters and negative ad peddlers who embrace the politics of anything goes.” He reached back into history to prove that “the bedrock of this nation” is “the belief that there are better days ahead.” He called that belief “[t]he audacity of hope.”

Almost exactly twenty years after his 2004 speech, the same man, now a former president who served for eight years, spoke at tonight’s Democratic National Convention. But the past two decades have challenged his vision.

When voters put Obama into the White House in 2008, Republicans set out to make sure they couldn’t govern. Mitch McConnell (R–KY) became Senate minority leader in 2007 and, using the filibuster, stopped most Democratic measures by requiring 60 votes to move anything to a vote. 

In 2010 the Supreme Court handed down the Citizens United v. Federal Election Commission decision, declaring that corporations and other outside groups could spend as much money as they wanted on elections. Citizens United increased Republican seats in legislative bodies, and in the 2010 midterm elections, Republicans packed state legislatures with their own candidates in time to be in charge of redistricting their states after the 2010 census.  Republicans controlled the key states of Florida, Wisconsin, North Carolina, Ohio, and Michigan, as well as other, smaller states, and after the election, they used precise computer models to win previously Democratic House seats.

In the 2012 election, Democrats won the White House decisively, the Senate easily, and a majority of 1.4 million votes for House candidates. Yet Republicans came away with a thirty-three-seat majority in the House of Representatives. And then, with the 2013 Shelby County v. Holder decision, the Supreme Court gutted the Voting Rights Act, making it harder to protect Democratic voters.

As the Republicans skewed the mechanics of government to favor themselves, their candidates no longer had to worry they would lose general elections but did have to worry about losing primaries to more extreme challengers. So they swung farther and farther to the right, demonizing the Democrats until finally those who remain Republicans have given up on democracy altogether. 

Tonight’s speech echoed that of 2004 by saying that America’s “central story” is that “we are all created equal,” and describing Harris and Walz as hardworking people who would use the government to create a fair system. He sounded more concerned today than in 2004 about political divisions, and reminded the crowd: “The vast majority of us do not want to live in a country that’s bitter and divided,” he said. “We want something better. We want to be better. And the joy and the excitement that we’re seeing around this campaign tells us we’re not alone,” he said. 

And then, in his praise for his grandmother, “a little old white lady born in a tiny town called Peru, Kansas,” and his mother-in-law, Marion Robinson, a Black woman from the South Side of Chicago, he brought a new emphasis on ordinary Americans, especially women, who work hard, sacrifice for their children, and value honesty, integrity, kindness, helping others, and hard work. 

They wanted their children to “do things and go places that they would’ve never imagined for themselves.” “Whether you’re a Democrat or a Republican or somewhere in between,” he said, “we have all had people like that in our lives:... good hardworking people who weren’t famous or powerful but who managed in countless ways to leave this country just a little bit better than they found it.” 

If President Obama emphasized tonight that the nation depends on the good will of ordinary people, it was his wife, former first lady Michelle Obama, who spoke with the voice of those people and made it clear that only the American people can preserve democracy.  

In a truly extraordinary speech, perfectly delivered, Mrs. Obama described her mother as someone who lived out the idea of hope for a better future, working for children and the community. “She was glad to do the thankless, unglamorous work that for generations has strengthened the fabric of this nation,” Mrs. Obama said, “the belief that if you do unto others, if you love thy neighbor, if you work and scrape and sacrifice, it will pay off. If not for you, then maybe for your children or your grandchildren.”

Unlike her husband, though, Mrs. Obama called out Trump and his allies, who are trying to destroy that worldview. “No one has a monopoly on what it means to be an American,” she said. “No one.” “[M]ost of us will never be afforded the grace of failing forward,” she said. “We will never benefit from the affirmative action of generational wealth. If we bankrupt a business…or choke in a crisis, we don't get a second, third, or fourth chance. If things don't go our way, we don't have the luxury of whining or cheating others to get further ahead…we don't get to change the rules so we always win. If we see a mountain in front of us, we don’t expect there to be an escalator waiting to take us to the top. No, we put our heads down. We get to work. In America, we do something."

And then Mrs. Obama took up the mantle of her mother, warning that demonizing others and taking away their rights, “only makes us small.” It “demeans and cheapens our politics. It only serves to further discourage good, big-hearted people from wanting to get involved at all. America, our parents taught us better than that.” 

It is “up to us to be the solution that we seek.” she said. She urged people to “be the antidote to the darkness and division.” “[W]hether you’re Democrat, Republican, Independent, or none of the above,” she said, “this is our time to stand up for what we know. In our hearts is right. Not just for our basic freedoms, but for decency and humanity, for basic respect. Dignity and empathy. For the values at the very foundation of this democracy.”

“Don’t just sit around and complain. Do something.”

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

[buckybarnesisdaddy]

All is Well pt 7

Summary- January bet is in full swing with Daisy and her boys, Daisy spends some time with Jefferson, and Ari finally gets his date with Daisy. Steve and Bucky have some much needed alone time and Daisy catches the eye of a basement dweller.

Pairings- Bucky × Daisy!Reader, Steve x Daisy!Reader, Stucky × Daisy!Reader, Ari x Daisy!Reader, Jefferson x Daisy!Reader.

Rating- Explicit, 18+

Warnings- polyamorous relationships, sex (piv), anal MxM (M receiving), Stucky SEX!!!, Oral (f & m receiving), fingering, spanking, biting, edging, Teasing, making out, lots of sex, aftercare, I'm sure I forgot something big.

18+ only!!

Word count- 17.3k

Author notes- I have been tiptoeing around Stucky for a while, and well now we are jumping in. It’s not super graphic but it’s definitely not shying away. It’s pretty clear when they start at it so you can skip if you want! This is a joint story with @theinheriteddutchess @rainydayandmondays give them a follow and read!! ❤️

Previous

The morning light breaks through and shines across the floor, the crisp January air outside make the room around them chilly and cold. You groans as you go to sit up, trying to untangle yourself from Bucky’s legs and Steve’s arms, it’s quite hard, especially when they are waking up and trying their best to keep you in bed.

“I need coffee, let me up.” You mumble as you keep trying to get up. Bucky pulls you back and mumbles against your shoulder.

“No, we can’t protect your ass out there. And we are too far behind in this bet to let you go anywhere unaccompanied.” You giggle and kiss him sweetly as you slip away. “Stevie, stop her.” Bucky mumbles quietly and with absolutely no fire. You laugh and kiss Steve before grabbing your robe and pulling it on.

“I can’t move, my ass is too sore from last night.” Steve whines and Bucky smirks up at you. You giggle and move closer to rub Steve’s ass.

“Aww did Daddy work you too hard last night.” You tease as you kiss his ear, he moans and nods.

“Yeah, but you also bit the hell out of it so, it was a joint effort, Daddy and mommy.” Steve is still so out of it, you giggle and kiss him again.

“Such a good boy, now you stay here, I’m sure Bucky would love to keep you company.” You tease and wink at Bucky as you slip out of the room. Just as you shut the door you hear the most gorgeous moan leave Steve’s lips. Wishing you could stay and join them but desperately needing coffee, you pull yourself from the wall and make your way to the kitchen. Jefferson and Ari are already up and eating breakfast.

“Good morning, boys.” You walk closer and give them pecks on the cheek. “How did you two sleep?” Jefferson pulls you to his lap as Ari pours you a cup of coffee.

“Not well, I think the excitement of today made me too riled up to sleep.” Jefferson explains, you cup his face and give him a sweet kiss.

“I know, I wish I could be there too.” You look to Ari “you are gonna be there, right?” Ari nods as he sits the coffee cup in front of you.

“Yes, Daze.” He kisses your head “Andy is meeting us at the soccer field with Grace and her foster mom, he will have an hour with her.” You turn and see Jefferson looking unsure.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay. This is one of the first steps in getting her back, okay?!” He nods and you cradle his head to your chest. “You know I am on your side, they never should have taken her-” Ari cuts you off.

“Okay, Jefferson how about you go get ready. We need to leave in 20 minutes to make sure we get there early.” Jefferson nods and kisses your head before standing up and heading back to his room. You look at Ari and he waits till Jefferson is out of ear shot. “Stop, you want him worked up before he sees her again?” You grumble and Ari pulls you close “His parenting should never had been called into questioning, I agree. But Grace’s Grandparents are vindictive and they wanted to hurt Jefferson the same way Graces mom hurt them by giving Jefferson full custody. He is a great dad and he can’t be emotional today, he needs to appear as stable as we know him to be so he can get Grace back.”

“I know all this, Ari.” You roll your eyes and Ari huffs a laugh. “I am just sad I can’t go with him today. I can go to his court hearings but I can’t go see him with Grace?! Absolutely dumb!” Ari laughs and rubs your back.

“You know exactly why, it would look weird. And we don’t need to explain to anyone what’s going on here or he definitely won’t get Grace back unless he moves out. And you and I both know he can’t do that.” Ari looks you up and down and moves closer. He brushes your hair off your shoulder and gently puts a hand on your neck, just resting and comforting as he rubs your jaw. “He needs you, Daze. He needs all of us but especially you.” You blush and Ari pulls you into a hug, your head pressed against his solid chest. You wrap your arms around his waist and just breathe in his scent. Different than your husband’s but comfortable all the same. His hands sneak down your back and gently squeeze your ass, a little giggle escapes your lips as you look up at him.

“You know you’re winning, right?” You say, cocking a brow as you look up at him. Ari nods as he leans down and kisses your lips.

“I’m already planning our date, Daze.” He whispers against your lips before he pulls back and smacks your ass. Just enough to sting but not enough to hurt. It was delicious. You giggle as you take your coffee cup from the table and head back to the bedroom. Ari watches you walk away and you hear a hum of approval as you lift your robe and show him your bare ass with a nice red handprint. “Hate to see you go but love to watch you leave.” Ari calls after you.

You expected to walk in and see Steve and Bucky in the throes of it but instead you hear the shower running and Bucky making the bed up. “So that was fast.” You joke and Bucky laughs and nods, crossing the room.

“Yeah, well we all know how good I am at getting what I want.” Bucky smirks as he pulls you close and kisses you. You laugh against his lips and agree.

“That we do.” He slips your coffee cup out of your hand and takes a sip before he pulls you along to sits down with him in the armchair across the room.

“He came within 3 minutes.” Bucky smirks as he looks you up and down, setting the coffee cup on the desk and lifting you in his arms as he stands and turns around. “Which I think I could replicate with you.” Bucky purrs out as he sets you in the chair and drops to his knees and unties your robe.

“Mmhmm please do.” You hum as Bucky spreads your legs and places them over the arms of the chair. He kisses down your inner thighs till he gets to your center, licking for your ass to your clit and back before he starts in. You reach down and play with his hair as he licks and sucks that bundle of nerves. “Oh Bucky, mmhmm yes baby!” He smirks against your skin and doubles his efforts, tongue fucking you while rubbing your clit with his real hand. You grab his hair harder and he moans against you as you cum on his face.

He works you through it and pulls away with a cocky smile. He kisses up your body and then kisses your lips.

“2 minutes and 53 seconds, new record.” He smiles and you giggle as you pull him into a kiss. “I do wanna know though,” he pulls back and moves his hands down to your ass “were you already worked up from this little ass smack you got?” He rubs where Ari just spanked you, it feels so good.

“Maybe.” You tease as you sit up. “But he’s not the one who made me finish that fast, is he?” You kiss Bucky and he laughs at your attempt to stoke his ego.

“No, no he’s not.” Bucky concedes and kisses you again as he pulls you up from the chair. “Finish your coffee and then go get in the shower with Stevie. I’m gonna make breakfast.” He hands you the coffee mug and then spanks you on the other cheek. You silence a moan and bite your lips as you watch him leave, he looks over his shoulder and smirks as he wipes his face off, your slick glistening in his stubble. “I guess I should wash my face first, huh?” He laughs and you just shake your head. He quickly run to the sink and splashes some water on his face and dries off before he heads out to the kitchen. You sneak into the shower with Steve, hugging him from behind. He smirks and leans his head back as you run your hands up and down his wet torso.

“Mmhmm if what I just heard was correct then you’ve had just as good a morning as I did.” Steve teases as he turns in your arms. You bite your lip and nod as you push up on your tiptoes to kiss him. You smile and then move past him to step into the spray of the water. He sees your ass and the two red handprints on each cheek, one clearly from Bucky’s metal hand and the other, well it’s not Bucky’s at all. Steve hums, his gaze darkening as he smirks and squats down behind you, sliding his hands over your ass. “A very good morning, it seems.” He kneads your ass and then leans in, you moan as you feel his lips kiss your lower back. Steve can’t help but smirk against your skin at the sounds of pleasure escaping your lips, he can’t help himself, wanting to leave his own mark, so he leans in, biting and leaving his mark.”

“Steve!” You squeal and Steve does it on the other cheek too. “Mmhmm Stevie!!” You giggle and he soothes each bite with a kiss and before he stands up and pulls you into his arm. “Now I have two hand prints and two bite marks on my ass!” You pout a little and Steve kisses your neck and jaw till you can’t help but break into a smile and giggle.

“Mmhmm there’s my girl.” He kisses your cheek. “And don’t pout, you know you love it.” You turn around and put on your best pout.

“You lose points for that.” You cross your arms and Steve laughs as he pulls your arms down and wraps them around his neck. He lifts you into his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Totally worth it” he smiles and kisses you as he braces you against the shower wall. “Can I earn them back later?” He smiles and wiggles his eyebrows. You giggle and play with his wet hair.

“Hmm maybe.” You kiss him and then slip out of his arms. You start to soap up your hair and Steve moves your arms away.

“Let me,” he kisses your cheek. “All jokes and teasing aside, I wanna dote on you right now.” He kisses you again. “I’ve missed you.” You hum and lean back into Steve’s arms. He washes your hair and helps rinse it out. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with Bucky, which I totally get he is kinda dreamy,” you laugh as he kisses up your shoulder to your neck. “I just miss my lovely wife.” You turn in his arms and pull him closer, moving under the spray of water. You play with his hair with one hand as you kiss him and rub his chest with the other. “Mmhmm what would you say to taking a weekend get away, just us.” You smile and hum against his lips.

“Yeah baby, I’d love that.” You kiss him again. “How about we plan it for our 5 year anniversary? It’s coming up in May.” Steve smiles widely and picks you up again.

“Yes! Absolutely baby girl.” He kisses you and then turns off the water. Stepping out of the shower with you still in his arms. “We will take our Honeymoon with Bucky to Wakanda in February and then we will plan our anniversary trip.” You kiss him and hop out of his arms to grab a towel. “I’ll tell Bucky that I wanted to take you away for our anniversary. I’m sure he will understand.” You nod and prance off to the closet to get dressed

“You should probably return the favor tonight before you tell him.” You tease. “Get him in a good mood.” You wink and Steve laughs as he walks up behind you, grabbing his clothes for the day.

“Yeah, I’ll see what I can do.” He kisses you as he heads out of the closet. “You spending time with Jefferson today?” Steve asks over his shoulder.

“He is visiting Grace today and Natasha is coming over later.” Steve turns and gives you an ‘oh really’ look. You laugh and spank him. “I am teaching her how to bake Bucky’s brownies.” Steve gasps.

“Hey, you better tell her to stay away from Bucky’s brownies!” You laugh, “we are the only ones who get to bake his brownies!” He teases and you giggle as you spank him again.

“Oh hush,” you kiss him. “She will be over around lunch and she will stay for dinner.” You pull him close and whisper against his lips as you rub your hand along the front of his pants. “Enough time for you steal Bucky away and make sure you bake his brownies enough to hear about our anniversary trip.” You giggle as you walk away, Steve’s face blushes red and a very obvious situation growing in his pants.

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“Hey Daisy Mae” you smirk at Natasha over your coffee cup knowing who it is before you even turn around. The nickname and the sound of a walking boot give him away. You turn around and throw a glance to Ransom. Right after new years Ransom decided to be a show off and well, he now has the boot and the X-rays to show for it.

“Hey Ran,” you take another sip of your coffee before placing it on the table and turning to face him. “How was the walk with Jake and Precious? Not too hard on you I hope” glancing at the boot as he sits next to you. He throws a glance over at Natasha.

“It would have been better with just Precious and if she had let me take her in the woods like I asked,” he sighs. “But still good, I guess.” You roll your eyes and smiles as you pat his face.

“WOW, what a catch.” Natasha says sarcastically as she leans back in her chair. Random whips his head to glare at her. He looks her up and down and then smirks as he scoffs.

“Red,”

“Don’t call me that.” Natasha says, straight faced. Arms crossed and waiting. Ransom laughs.

“I’ll have you know, I’m such a catch that all three women in this house want me to wreck them. And I promise if you stayed here longer,” he looks her up and down again before he stands from the table. “You’d be begging me as well.”

“Begging you to leave me alone? Absolutely, Ice princess!” She smiles taking a jab at Ransom’s hurt foot. Ransom’s smug expression drops. You sense his anger rising and throw Natasha a glance that tells her to knock it off.

“Ran, how about you go shower. You’re still a little sweaty from your walk.” You suggest as you stand up and rub his shoulders. He glances down at you and reluctantly nods. He kisses you and glares at Natasha.

“Fine.” He smacks your ass before he leaves the kitchen. Your little gasp makes him smile and he hopes he hides it well.

“Really Daisy?!” Natasha asks and you spin around and point a finger at her.

“You stop.” You can help but giggle. “You always do this. You come and visit and get him all riled up and then Precious, Dutchess, and I spend a week getting him back down.” Natasha laughs and shrugs.

“What, it’s too easy!” She stands and heads to the counter to start on the brownies. “Ever since Tony mellowed out I don’t have anyone to poke at anymore.” She smiles and you just shake your head and nudge her out of the way of the counter.

“Well just poke, don’t stab!” You exclaim and Natasha lets out a loud laugh as she agrees. “How is the team?” You ask as you start to grab ingredients. Natasha sits on the counter and lets her feet dangle

“Miss it already?” She teases as she grabs a chocolate chip from the bowl and pops it in her mouth.

“Ehhh from time to time. But I am happy the boys aren’t going out as much. Hydra Cap’s got them busy enough.” You take the bowl of chocolate chips away from her before she eats even more.

“How’s that going? Huh?!” She smiles as she leans her hands back on the counter top. “Is he in love with you yet?” You roll your eyes and blush at the same time.

“No, he’s not.” You say matter of factly. You then hide your face, “Steve, Bucky, and Precious are actually working with him” you sigh, “he hasn’t met me yet.” Natasha lets out a big laugh and hold off the counter.

“Just give it time!” She teases as she goes to wash her hands. “Alright, brownie time, I promised the team I’d bring some back.” You follow her lead to wash your hands and then you get on with the brownies.

Jefferson stands at the edge of the parking lot, watching the play ground. Grace runs around with her foster mom, giggling and looking so happy. The sound of someone clearing their throat brings Jefferson out of his haze. “You ready?” Ari asks. Jefferson shakes his head and sighs.

“She so happy, she’s probably better off without me.” He turns towards the car. “Let’s just go.” Jefferson goes to leave when he hears her voice, he’s been seen.

“Papa!!” He turns and sees Grace, smiling and running towards him, foster mom not far behind. “Papa are you staying?! Oh please say you are!” She exclaims as she throws herself into Jefferson’s arms. He is taken aback and has to catch his breath, once he do s he holds her tight and kisses her head.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He smiles down at her and she takes his hand, pulling him along to the soccer field. Her Foster mom, Debby sees Ari and smiles.

“You are welcome to join us.” She offers. Ari looks back at his truck, quiet and alone. Then to the soccer field, he can hear Jake yelling from here. He wants to say no but Jefferson looks so lost and Ari remembers his promise to you. Hanging his head and nodding.

“Yeah, lead the way, Grace!” Ari says happily as he joins the three of them down the path.

“You know I didn’t realize Soccer played in such cold weather!” He pulls his jacket tighter. Ari is much more use to the heat and wearing very little as opposed to the harsh winters. Grace shrugs.

“It’s a year round league.” She explains and then shouts very suddenly. “Andy!!” She waves and rushes Jefferson over. “Andy this is my dad! See he’s awesome and he shows up for me, you should really take that into consideration!” She says matter of factly and Andy can’t help but smile.

“We will Grace, we promise.” Andy says before he looks at Jefferson and gives him a sure nod. “Ari, never thought I’d catch you dead at a child’s soccer game.” Ari laughs and gives Andy a hug.

“Yeah well, for Grace I wouldn’t be anywhere else.” He answers and then looks down at Grace and smiles. Andy laughs again and whispers.

“What is Daisy bribing you with?” Nudging Ari’s side. Ari laughs and nudges back.

“Oh you know Daze, just the usual.” She smirks and Andy nods as he laughs.

The five of them stay for Jefferson’s appointed hour. He gets to watch her warm up for the game and play the first few minutes. Before he has to leave Grace gives him a big hug and slips and hands him a gift. “Open it when you get home, I love you papa.” Jefferson wipes away his tears as he holds her close.

“I love you too, Grace. Now go on and be good for Ms. Debby.” She nods and runs back to the field. Debby waves and Andy asks them back to Ari’s truck.

“Hang in there, Jefferson.” Andy encourages, “I’ll write up today and make an official appeal to place Grace back in your custody permanently. I hope that will be the end of all this.” Andy pats Jefferson’s shoulder, “She belongs with her father.” Jefferson gives a quick nod before glancing over the field again.

“I don’t know if I know how to be a father anymore.” He says quietly as he climbs into the truck, looking at the grift in his hands and. Still not able to open it. Andy looks at Ari who sighs.

“He will be okay, he’s just having some doubts. Having a child taken away and your parenting style questioned would shake just about anyone.” Ari looks over his shoulder at Jefferson. “Just give him time, still write the report, please.” Andy agrees and with a pat on the back they are parting ways.

You are in the middle of making a second batch of Brownies with Natasha when Steve and Bucky come walking into the kitchen. Steve gives you a sweet kiss and then pulls Natasha into a hug. “So how’s it going?” He asks as he steals a brownie from right under your nose. You gasp and slap his hand which just makes him smile more, especially when Bucky steals one when you aren’t looking. Bucky gives Natasha a little hug as he walks around the counter to stand on the other side of you, his brownie theft still evident on his lips.

“Ugh it would be going fine if you all would stop eating our progress.” You explain as you shoo Steve away from the kitchen island. He laughs and goes to stand near Bucky. “So how was your day with Cap?” Steve and Bucky share a look and then Steve clears his throat.

“It was, well-” Steve starts but Bucky cuts him off.

“Cap got in a few hits when Stevie got too close.” Bucky admits as he takes another brownie. Steve glares at Bucky and he just shrugs. “Oh don’t pout, she would have seen the bruises tonight in bed!” Steve sighs knowing it’s true, he turns to you and starts to plead his case.

“Baby, look- I am fine- nothing worse than Bucky’s metal arm-” Steve is trying to convince you and you aren’t hearing it.

“Why did you get close enough for him to hit you?! Why were his hands free?!” You exclaim. Bucky crosses his arms and looks at Steve, like he was saying ‘I told you so’. Steve sighs and takes your hands.

“I’ve been letting him free for the past month.” Steve admits. You look at Bucky who raises his hands and steps back a little. Natasha just laughs and shakes her head as she slips out of the room.

“You better have a damn good reason as to why you’ve been letting him free!!” You scream, slapping the countertop next to you. Steve stands taller and moves closer to you.

“He has been fine! He was beginning to trust me- he didn’t freak out until someone came walking down the stairs and scared him!!” Steve screams back.

“No!! Don’t blame this on the others just living their life!! They didn’t know you had a psychopath free in their home!!” You yell back, Steve steps closer, his chest pressed against yours.

“Do you believe I would be that naive to just let him free if I thought he was going to be a danger to anyone?!” He stares down at you. “A danger to you?! To Bucky?! You think I would risk the people I love the most?!” You take a deep breath because screaming at one another isn’t helping anything. You say through clenched teeth.

“No, I know you wouldn’t do anything to put us in danger. It’s just-” you sigh as you take a step back. “I worry about you when you take unnecessary risks. What if he had escaped?”

“Bucky was there,” he pulls you in by your waist and gently smiles down at you, trying to get you to smile. “He was watching my back like he always does.” You lightly giggle and he kisses your head. “I’m sorry I worried you, baby. But I am okay.” You nod and kiss him, pulling him close and hugging him tightly. “I also would have liked to have handled this on my own.” He glances over his shoulder at Bucky who just smirks and gives him a little wave with his metal hand. “Oh you keep smirking pretty boy, I’ll handle you later.” He says and Bucky just smiles more, he hums and tilts his head to the side.

“Can’t wait.” He blows Steve a kiss and then moves to pull you away from Steve. “And just incase Stevie kills me later,” you giggle and Bucky kisses you sweetly. “I love you, and even though Stevie really messed up,” he looks back at Steve and winks. Steve rolls his eyes. “We did have a really big break through today. Hopefully tomorrow we can salvage the progress we’ve made.” You nod and kiss him. You reach out and pull Steve close and kiss him too.

“I got so heated because I love you both so much, I wouldn’t know what to do if anything happened to you.” You kiss them both again.

“We know baby,” Steve says.

“Hope you never have to find out.” Bucky kisses you and then pulls back with Steve. “I’m sorry we messed up your baking.” You laugh and shrug it off.

“It’s okay,” you sigh and look at your bowl of brownie mix. “Back to the grind I guess.” You tease and Bucky kisses your cheek. Just then the front door opens and in walks Ari and Jefferson.

“Oh hey Natasha,” you hear Ari say. “Didn’t know you were gonna be here today.” He walks over and gives her a hug. You didn’t even notice that she left the room when you and Steve started screaming.

“Yup, making brownies and seeing exactly why I am never getting married.” She pokes fun at the heated conversation you and your husbands just had. Ari laughs and walks into the kitchen, leaning against the doorway.

“Trouble in paradise?” He teases, Steve throws a brownie at him.

“Nope, just our normal heated debates.” Bucky says and you laugh.

“How was the visit?” You whisper, looking past Ari at Jefferson and where he talks to Natasha. Ari walks closer and shrugs.

“It was okay, she adored every minute. Andy said he’s gonna put in a good word. Grace may be back before summer.” Ari explains, you can’t help but do a little happy dance and just smile. Ari smiles as he watches you and the guys laugh at your silliness.

“And how was Jefferson?!” You ask excitedly.

“Okay, I think he’s a little nervous if I’m being honest. It was traumatic when she was taken away, he’s just scared to be hurt again. You know?” You nod and your mood shifts.

“Oh poor Jefferson,” you look back at Steve and Bucky who both just nod and then look at one another. “Thanks for letting me know, Ari.” You give him a hug and he holds you tight. He looks up straight at Steve and Bucky, smirking and rubbing his hands a little lower. Then quickly pulling his hand back and smacking your ass. You gasp and giggle as Ari kisses your cheek.

“Oh come on!” Steve complains

“We are gonna lose.. again! And there’s two of us!” Bucky sighs and groans. You laugh and look back at both of them.

“You still have tomorrow.” You tease and they both wave you off.

“Oh Daze, they are both down by 9. My only competition is Ransom who is only one behind me.” He smiles as he spanks you again while leaving the room. “Make that two!” Bucky and Steve look at you as you blush and giggle.

“Sorry boys.” You shrug. “How about you two have a little date night tonight. I’m gonna be with Jefferson, okay?” Steve nods and you throw him a little wink. You head out of the kitchen to Jefferson and Natasha. You run your fingers through his hair and he lays his head on your shoulder. “You have a good day? Hum?” He nods and snuggles closer. Natasha smiles and stands up, stretching and going to grab her plate of brownies.

“Alright, I’m gonna head back. Take my brownies with me.” She hugs you tight. “I’ll see you soon, keep the boys safe.”

“Hmm I always do.” You hug her back. “You stay safe as well. Let us know if you need any help, okay?” She nods and heads out.

“Bye Steve, bye Bucky! Bye Jefferson, good to see you again.” She waves and Jefferson doesn’t even lift his head as he waves over his shoulder.

“Hey Kitten,” you whisper. “You wanna go to my room, talk a little?” You ask, Jefferson’s head pops up a little as he looks at you. “Huh? Then you wanna go play?” You ask again and he nods his head. “Yeah?” He nods again and sits up.

“Give me a couple minutes, yeah?” He asks and you smile as you kiss his lips and agree. You head to your room, passing the boys on the way.

“I’ll be with Jefferson in the bed room for a bit, then we will move downstairs.” You give them both a kiss. “Love you two.” They say it back and send you on your way.

“So Stevie, guess it’s just us for the night.” Bucky says as he smirks.

“Yeah Buck, guess it is.” He smirks back.

You lay on the bed and Jefferson lays in your arms as you rub his back. “You wanna talk about it?” You ask quietly. He shakes his head as he clings to your body. “We have to talk before we play, Kitten.” Jefferson grunts and you chuckle. “Or we wont play and just stay here, whatever you want sweetie.” You play with his hair and kiss his head, whispering sweet nothings as he lays there. Jefferson wars inside his mind, to let you in or to keep you. To bring you into his maze of a mind or to keep you safe outside the walls. He looks up at you and you can see the dilemma. “It’s your choice, Jefferson. I will never make you do something you don’t want to do. You can tell me what’s going on or you can simple tell me you’re not ready. Either way is fine by me.” Jefferson sits up looking down at you, leaning against the headboard.

“I’m scared I will mess up again. That I will get Grace back and that she will get settled and happy and then- then I’ll screw it all up and they will take her away for good!!” He was getting increasingly worked up till he is finally sobbing and screaming. “She’s everything to me and these last two year have been so hard, she’s grown up so much and I’ve missed so much.” He lays his head against your chest as he sobs. “I can’t lose her again and I can’t be what she needs me to be.” Clinging to you as you rub his back trying to soothe his sorrows. “I can’t fail my Grace, not again.”

“Oh Jefferson,” you wipe a tear and steady your voice. You pull his face up to yours and let him burry his head in the crook of your neck. “You are an amazing father!” You pull his head up, “look at me,” he does, “you did everything you could to provide for Grace. And her vindictive grandparents made a mess.” You wipe his tears. “Nothing you did made them take her away-”

“Except for when they took her and I went crazy!” He shouts, rubbing his eye as his head it starting to hurt. You know the signs.

“Okay, okay shhh come here.” You pull him close. “You don’t need to get worked up, okay?” Jefferson cries against your shoulder.

“See?! Even now you are trying to calm me down so I don’t slip into the mania.” He cries and laughs, he’s already slipping.

“Yep, you’re right. I am.” Jefferson looks at you as you admit it. “And you don’t want to slip into Mania either, do you?” He shakes his head. “Exactly, okay so let’s breathe.” He takes a breath and rub his back. “Yes, you lost it which I understandable. I would have done it as well, if someone came to take my baby?! I would have killed someone.” Jefferson lets out a soft chuckle. “Yes you went a little crazy, but you fought your way back to us, to Grace. You’ve healed and you’ve done the work, Jefferson look at me.” He does once more. “You are a good man, and an even better father.” He cries and holds you close.

“I’m trying to be better.” He says softly. Your heart breaks a little as you hold him.

“I will try to help you believe that you already are a good man. I’ll say it till I’m blue in the face.” You hum sweetly as he lays in your arms and drifts off to sleep.

“Oh mmhm ffffuuuccc!! Just like that, Yesyesyes!! So good for me, mmhmm fuck!!”

Steve and Bucky walk by Ransom’s room, on the way to the indoor gym. “He’s definitely alone, isn’t he?” Bucky asks and Steve laughs and nods.

“Definitely! Dutchess, Frank, and Barnes are all out on his boat today. They said they were doing some winter boating, whatever the hell that means.” He laughs, “and Precious was in the theater room with Jake as we walked by.” Bucky laughs and proceeds down the hall to the gym, Steve in tow.

“Sounds like he’s got an active imagination.” Bucky closes the gym door behind them, glancing at Steve and then flipping the lock. Steve hears it and laughs to himself.

“Yeah, guess he does.” He turns to face Bucky, “Locking us in here, Buck?” He crosses his arms and smirks.

“Well yeah,” Bucky says nonchalantly, “Don’t wanna bother anyone with our training.” Bucky walks closer, closing the distance between Steve and himself. “I know you can get really loud when I’m-” he stops and rakes his eyes up and down Steve’s body. A smirk spreads across his face. “When I’m beating your ass.” Steve smirks and looks down at his feet.

“Yeah, I do.” He meets Bucky’s gaze again, “You turn into a little needy brat when I’m beating your ass.” Raking his eyes up and down Bucky’s body, just like Bucky’s did.

“We still need to talk about your little stunt with Daisy though.” Bucky lightly laughs and squares up to Steve.

“Let’s talk, baby doll.” Bucky coos.

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Steve is slammed on his back, the breath knocked out of him. Having already been sparring with Bucky for a solid 10 minutes. Bucky straddles him and pins him to the ground. “You know why I told her you jackass.” Steve flips Bucky off and springs to his feet, squaring up again.

“Yeah I know,” he and Bucky start fist fighting, none of their punches actually land, it’s more of dodging. “I just wish you had let me tell her in the privacy of our own bedroom, you dick.” Steve takes Bucky to the ground pinning him. Bucky wiggles free because Steve isn’t really trying to hold him there.

“You wouldn’t have told her, you would have kept your shirt on and slid into bed before she could see. You would have said that you were too tired for anything and you would have gotten away with it, asshole!” Bucky keeps dodging punches from Steve and mixes in some punches of his own. Steve laughs cause he knows it’s true.

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” Steve lets his guard down for a moment and Bucky sweeps his legs knocking him to the ground. Bucky again pins him and straddles his chest. He grabs Steve’s jaw and forces him to look him in the eyes.

“I told her because you have two people who love you, Steve. But for some reason she can get it through your thick skull more than I can.” Steve’s eyes soften and he goes to speak. “No, not yet.” Bucky says, squeezing Steve’s jaw even more. “I know you love me, this has always been a thing between us, even before the ice. But Daisy brings out a more receptive side of you, I know it, you know it, even she knows it. So I told her so that maybe, just maybe you would think next time before letting an assassin out of his restraints before he has fully proven himself.” Bucky let’s go of Steve’s Jaw, “Now you may speak.” Bucky sits back a little, still firmly planted on top of Steve. His gaze a little worried. Steve sits up quickly and captures Bucky’s face in his hands. Crashing their lips together, Steve kisses him with so much passion it steals Bucky’s breath away. When he pulls back Bucky gasps “Stevie-” blush spreading across his cheeks.

“I let you out of restraints before you fully proved yourself.” Steve teases and Bucky scoffs. Steve kisses him again. “I’m sorry, Buck. I never meant to make you feel like- like I didn’t value your opinion or that I listen to Daisy more. I value your opinion and I hear what you say. Yes I guess I’m more receptive to Daisy, and I can’t tell you why cause I don’t know why. But I will do better, I promise.” Steve kisses him again and flips him on his back. “In fact Daisy had already told me to steal you away for the night, just us.” Steve smirks down at him. “So how about I ‘start doing better’ now, huh?” Steve leans in and nibbles along Bucky’s jaw.

“Mmhm yyee- yes!” Bucky moans as he pulls Steve’s lips back to his and kisses him deeply.

You lay in bed with Jefferson, rubbing his back and just letting him calm down. You know Steve and Bucky are probably itching to get in the bedroom so you need to move to Jefferson’s room soon, but you don’t want to rush him.

“I don’t want to play tonight, Daisy.” Jefferson mumbles quietly. You hum and kiss his head.

“Okay, Jefferson. Do you want me to stay with you?” He nods his head against where it lays on your chest. “Okay, let’s move to your room.” He groans at the thought of moving.

“I know, but Steve and Bucky are gonna be back soon.”

“I can stay, I’ve slept on the floor before. I don’t mind.” You giggle and pull his face to look up at you.

“True, but my boys weren’t trying to have some alone time when you stayed.” You hint and Jefferson nods knowingly and sits up.

“Guess everyone’s getting laid tonight except us two, huh?” You giggle and kiss his cheek.

“Come on.” You pull him up and he goes into your arms easily and you two make your way downstairs. Passing by Hydra cap locked away in the corner, Ransom loudly having fun in his room, and the gym door at the end of the hall shut. You hear muffled laughing and moaning behind the door, you blush and look up at Jefferson.

“Seems we could have stayed in your bed.” Jefferson teases and you giggle as you push him into his room.”

“Go lay down, I’ll grab the massage oil and rub your back some more.” You give him a sweet kiss. “Then you can do me.” He smirks and then kisses you again.

“You got it, Bunny.”

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“Wait- mmhmm wait Stevie-” he laughs against Steve’s lips, “We need to move upstairs,” Steve grunts a ‘no’ as he kisses down Bucky’s neck and starts to pull at the collar of his t-shirt so he can kiss his chest. Bucky moans as he feels his pants growing tighter and tighter at the feeling of Steve’s lips on his skin. Bucky clears his throat and his head, “I don’t wanna have to send you down here to clean these gym mats before we go to bed because we had sex on them.” Steve laughs and then pulls back standing up, smirking down at Bucky as he pulls him to stand.

“Oh I would have to clean it up?” He teases and Bucky very seriously looks at Steve.

“Yes,” he lets out a little chuckle, “the one who initiated has to clean, you know that-”

Bucky realizes that Steve is just messing with him, he rolls his eyes and gives Steve a shove. “Take me to bed already.” Bucky says and Steve pulls him close and kisses him again, their lips soft against each others.

“Thats what I’m trying to do now.” Steve whispers against Bucky lips but finally pulls back and heads towards the door. “Come on Sarge.” Bucky blushes and falls in step with Steve.

They walk back down the hall, hearing you and Jefferson talking in his bedroom, Ransom seems to have tired himself out finally. Frank is tucked away in his room, the TV playing low, Steve notices and makes note that even Hydra cap is drifting off to sleep in the corner, facing the stairs so he can’t be snuck up on, but still it’s a start. Steve reaches for Bucky’s hand and holds it as they climb the stairs, but quickly drop hands as they enter the main level where voices are heard. Jake and Precious walk by, throwing them a knowing look and Jake teases ‘calling it an early night?’ Steve just laughs and minutely nods and Bucky all out agrees. Jake laughs and says ‘right on!’ And then disappears into his bedroom. Bucky gazes at Steve as he leans back against the bedroom door. He blushes and pulls Steve close by the waistband of his pants.

“Buck- ha what- we” Steve stammers and Bucky smirks as he pulls him closer.

“I know,” Bucky speaks so softly. “We usually reserve our intimacy and affection for behind this door- or any door really.” Bucky’s says, thinking back to the gym. Steve lets out a breathy laughs and leans in, allowing Bucky to direct his body. “And I’m okay with that- prefer it most of the time, because this is for us and Daisy. No one else.” Steve smiles and moves to brush his thumb against Bucky’s cheek as Steve settles firmly in front of him. “But just this once, I want you to kiss me against this door frame until you can’t take it anymore and you have to push me inside. Like you did that singular time after you saved me in 1943.” Steve leans in closer, his face almost touching Bucky’s. Lips brush as Bucky says the thing Steve needs to throw caution to the wind, “kiss me like you did that day, except this time you’re gonna shove me in this room and have your way with me.” Steve kisses him passionately and pushes him back against the door, bodies pressed together in desperation. Bucky gasps as Steve kisses down his neck and shoves his thigh between Bucky’s legs. His hips jerk, seeking friction against that muscular thigh as Steve assaults his neck, leaving bites he will have to explain away tomorrow. “Stevie” he gasps breathlessly, Steve knows that sound and smiles as he reaches behind Bucky to turn the door handle. He hauls Bucky into his arms and kicks the door open and then closed behind them, as they seal themselves away for the night, ready to be lost in one another.

“Steve-” Bucky gasps as he’s tossed on the bed, Steve boxing him in as he leans down and kisses him. His tongue swipes against Bucky’s lips before pushing in and claiming his mouth.

“I’ve missed you.” Steve moans against his lips and Bucky lightly laughs.

“We are together 24/7, Stevie- we had sex last night.” Bucky teases and nips at Steve’s bottom lip. He smirks and nips Bucky back.

“Yeah but that was with Daisy.” Steve slips his hands under Bucky’s shirt and traces his fingers along Bucky’s abs. “It hasn’t been just us in weeks.” Steve kisses along his jaw and licks the shell of his ear, nibbling a little before pulling back and straddling Bucky fully. “You’re telling me you haven’t missed this? Even just for a night?” Steve asks as he lifts off his shirt and stares down at Bucky. A smirk spreading along his face as he sees Bucky’s eyes raking along his body. He lifts his real hand and trails it along Steve’s chest, feeling every ridge and braid of muscle. He smiles up at Steve and nods.

“Yeah I’ve missed this.” Bucky surges up and slides his hands along Steve’s face as he kisses him, it’s desperate and needy. Bucky flips Steve over and straddles him. Bucky lifts his shirt off and throws it behind him, forgotten. He slides off Steve’s lap and pulls him up by the waistband of his pants. He keeps his eyes locked on Steve’s as he unbuttons his pants and lets them drop to Steve’s feet. He then pushes Steve to sit back on the bed as he unbuttons his pants and lets them drop, stepping out of them and kneeling in front of Steve.

“I knew you did.” Steve asks, arching his brow and reaching out to take Bucky’s jaw in his hand. “I’m supposed to be doting on you and taking you apart all night long.” Steve rubs his thumb across Bucky’s lips.

“Oh you’re still gonna do that.” Bucky teases as he lunges forward and kisses Steve. Kissing down his jawline and neck. “I definitely deserve to be doted on and taken apart all night, especially with how much I’ve done to keep your ass alive and happy.” He smirks and Steve laughs and blushes. Bucky pushes him to lay back as he kisses down Steve’s chest, teasing his nipples and licking down his abs, stopping right at the waistband of his boxer briefs. “But I’m gonna do this first.” Bucky winks and rubs his hands up and down Steve’s thighs, squeezing and massaging as he does. “Fuck,” Bucky mains as he leans in and kisses Steve’s hips, pulling his briefs down inch my inch. “I’m a lucky bastard.” He whispers to himself as he frees Steve and tosses the boxers with the rest of the discarded clothes.

“You just gonna stare at my goods all day or are you gonna-” Steve moans as he is cut off by the feeling of the wet warmth of Bucky’s mouth. “Mmhmm fffuuccc” he hears Bucky laugh as he pulls off and strokes him in his real hand.

“You were saying?” Bucky smirks and Steve huffs out a breathy laugh. Moving to play with Bucky’s hair as he smiles up at the ceiling. “That’s what I thought.” Bucky smirks and takes Steve back into his mouth.

“Mmhmm oh Bucky!” He arches off the bed and he jerks his hips, sliding deeper into Bucky’s mouth. “You’re- mmhmm s-ssooo fffuccking ggood-” Steve knows Bucky’s tricks backwards and forwards, and the way Bucky is moving and working Steve to the edge, “oh buck- oh wait” he pulls Bucky off, up into his arms, and flips them over so Bucky is pinned under Steve. “No baby, you aren’t wrecking me tonight.” He kisses Bucky’s smirking lips. “You’ve got a mouth on you and you know how to use it,” Bucky laughs as he rubs up and down Steve’s back.

“Okay okay,” Bucky smiles up at Steve. “I’ll let you take care of me tonight.” He kisses Steve’s lips and lays back with his hands behind his head. “Do your best, baby Doll.” He winks, and look in Steve’s eyes makes blush spread across his face. “Whoa wai-“ Steve turns Bucky over on his stomach and massages his ass over his boxer briefs. “Mmhmm fffuuccc-“ Bucky moans as Steve leans down and kisses his back before he whispers in his ear.

“Now,” he licks a stripe up Bucky’s neck and nibbles on his ear as he grinds his hips against Bucky’s ass. “How do you ask nicely for what you deserve.” Bucky whimpers and grinds back against Steve.

“Pl-please!? Mmhmm please Stevie.” He moans out as Steve reaches around and starts to stroke him over his boxers. Steve almost growls and kisses the back of Bucky’s neck.

“You got it, baby.”

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Jefferson lays on the bed and you climb up behind him to straddle his hips. You kiss his back and run your hands along the tanned, muscular body beneath you. He whimpers slightly as you pour some of the warmed massage oil on his back and start kneading the knots out of his back. “There, that’s gonna help you relax and feel much better.” You coo as you kiss his cheek and continue massaging his back, after a few moments you hear his sweet snoring. “Just sleep, Kitten.” You kiss his cheek and lay down next to him, pulling the blanket over you both and flipping off the lamp. “I’ll be here when you wake up.” You play with his hair and let yourself fall asleep as well.

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“Oh my god,” Bucky tries to catch his breath, “you- wow.” He laughs and looks over at Steve, laying on his back and reaching over to rub Bucky’s chest as he smiles in pure bliss. “6 times!”

“I know” Steve smiles and looks over at him.

“6 times!!” Bucky exclaims again and Steve laughs and rolls to his side. He looks down at Bucky and brushes his knuckles along his collar bones, feeling the warmth radiating off his skin. He leans down and kisses him and he laughs to himself.

“What? You complaining?” Steve teases as he leaves a little pinch on Bucky’s thigh.

“Fuck no!” Bucky exclaims and they both laugh. He turns his head and pulls Steve into a kiss. “No complaints, just still amazed at our non existent refectory period.” Steve agrees with a little nod and leans down again, kissing Bucky’s neck and down his chest.

“Well I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” Steve smirks and Bucky laughs and agrees.

“Of course Stevie.” Bucky lays on his side facing Steve, “even if we had just talked or made out or something, I would have enjoyed it.” He reaches out and runs his fingers along Steve’s beard. “I love when we can go from our friendship to this. How we can ebb and flow so easily.- thank you for spending time with me today.” Bucky kisses Steve, lingering a little more this time, “Even if it was to butter me up for whatever you’re about to tell me.” Steve’s jaw drops and he starts to stammer. “Save it, Stevie.” He laughs and lays a reassuring hand on Steve’s chest. “I’m not mad, but I’m also not stupid. Most the time when me and you do this,” he motions between them, “Daisy is sitting right over there watching and then gets involved.” Steve hangs his head, having been found out. Bucky just laughs. “She’s only sent us on our own a hand full of times and each one we needed to have a discussion. So,” he lays back and puts his arm behind his head and leaves the other one up in the air, motions for Steve to lay down against him. “Lay down and tell me what’s going on.” Steve kisses him and snuggles up to Bucky’s side, head on his chest and arm tossed over his waist. Bucky lays his arm down along Steve’s back and starts drawing along with his fingers, calming himself and Steve.

“Okay, well” Steve takes a breath. “Mine and Daisy’s 5th wedding anniversary is coming up in May.” Bucky hums in agreement.

“Yup, I remember standing beside you at your wedding. Never imagined we’d have another one together.” He kisses Steve’s forehead. “Or that you’d be okay with me falling in love with Daisy and marrying her.” Bucky laughs to himself as Steve sits up a little.

“We both loved you, Buck. So much, even then.” He rubs across Bucky’s waist. “As I was saying though, it’s our 5th wedding anniversary and we wanted to take a trip, just the two of us.” Steve waits for a moment and then looks up at Bucky. He’s waiting for pain and a look of betrayal. What he finds is worse, Bucky’s on his phone. “Buck- are you kidding me-“ Bucky puts him in his place with one glance and Steve stops talking but he does sit up. As Bucky hands his phone over to him. On the screen is an email confirming flights, hotels, and a fully planned and paid for itinerary for 2 weeks away in Italy. “Buck- what- when?!” He looks up and meets Bucky’s gaze. His smile is so soft as he sits up against the head board and shrugs.

“I started planning it for you two at Christmas.” Bucky gently smiles and squeezes Steve’s knee. “I knew it was a big year for you two and I wanted to do something special, for my Husband and Wife.” Steve looks like he’s about to cry, “Oh- Stevie, baby come here.” Bucky holds out his arms and Steve falls into them. “Were you that worried? That I would what, be mad or sad? Feel left out?” Steve nods and clings to him.

“We just didn’t want to hurt you, Bucky.” Steve kisses his chest, “we love you so much, you are our third- we weren’t complete without you. Daisy and I have our own relationship, just like you and her do, and me and you do. We wanted to celebrate that on our wedding anniversary, it doesn't mean our marriage with you is any less special-“

“God Steve,” Bucky shakes his head, “I know that- Steve I’m not mad- I was planning this before you two. Calm down and stop talking before you say something to ruin this moment.” He smiles and ruffles Steve’s hair. “Now, what do you say to your super thoughtful husband?” Bucky smirks down at Steve.

Steve laughs and buries his face in Bucky’s chest and blushes. “Thank you, Buck.” He kisses Bucky’s chest and smirks against his skin, “Really, thank you, baby.” Bucky bites his lip, “truly,” Steve kisses down his chest to his abs, “so very,” he nibbles along the trail of dark brown hair that leads to his cock, which is starting to harden under the attention. “Thankful” Bucky plays with Steve’s hair as he settles back and lets Steve dote on him so more.

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You wake up and feel Jefferson’s eyes on you. “Mmhmm hey, how are you feeling?” You ask as you reach out for his hand. He takes your hand and kisses it softly.

“I’m good, much better after talking with you.” He leans down and kisses you. “You are magnificent, Daisy and you helped me back from the edge. I-“ he looks down and wipes a tear. “I don’t want to know what I would have done had you not been there.” He leans in and kisses you. “Thank you for keeping me sane.” He whispers against your lips, he smirks as a thought comes to his mind, “and for being willing to be a little crazy with me.” You giggle and he laughs as he kisses you. “But I have kept your attention long enough and I am no longer on the verge of a breakdown. So” he pulls you into his arms. “Be free and go see your boys. I missed my chance to play, but it’s okay.” He hugs you tightly, “I needed this more.” You hum and rub his back.

“It’s what I’m here for, Jefferson. I keep you from the edge when it will do damage and I throw you over when you need to let loose.” You smile and he laughs. “I keep balance in your life.” You kiss his cheek and pull back. “You sure you’re okay?” He nods and gives your ass a spank. You laugh and shake your head. “Well then, I will see you at breakfast tomorrow!” You head out of Jefferson’s room and start to make your way upstairs. You decide to peak into Ransoms room and see him past out on his bed, completely naked and probably shivering because his blanket is on the ground. “Having to save everyone huh.” You walk over and drag his blanket over him, tucking him in before you leave his room and head upstairs. Hydra Cap is still asleep in the corner, all you want to do is go pull a blanket over him but you know for a fact Steve and Bucky would lose it if they knew. You suddenly feel like you’re being watched as you ascend the stairs. You quickly look over your shoulder and see his piercing blue eyes and smirk. He doesn’t say a word but his eyes wonder up and down your body before he meets your gaze again. You quickly turn around and run up the stairs. You make the rounds and check the doors and the alarm before you head to the bedroom.

“I knew you two would still be going.” You tease as you walk into the room, closing the door behind you. Steve sits up from between Bucky’s legs and smirks at you as Bucky smiles and gives a little waves from where he is laying back against the headboard. You smirk as you kick off your shoes, lift off your shirt, slip out of your pants and leave a trail of your underwear to the bathroom. “Don’t stop on my account.” You wave over your shoulder and giggle as you hear them start to fight to be the first one off the bed and to follow you. “Boys,” you turn around and see them entangled and at the edge of the bed, trying to be the one to get to you the fastest. “No fighting,” you walk to the shower and get it started, suddenly four arms are wrapped around you and two sets of lips are kissing along your body. “Mmhmm now that’s more like it.” You hum as you three climb into the shower together, a mass of tangled limbs and breathy moans. No telling where your hips end and Steve’s begin, or where your lips stop moving and Bucky’s starts.

“Do you need to clean up,” Bucky’s asks, “from-“

“No, we didn’t do anything.” You gasp as Steve kisses down your chest and palms your ass.

“Good,” Steve growls against your skin as he lifts you into his arms and presses you against the shower wall, the tiles cold. “Mmhmm shower sex twice in one day.” You giggle and nod as you bite his lip.

“Oh yeah, but after you two clean up.” You tease and they look at one another. You laugh. “The evidence of how much fun you had is dripping out of Bucky’s ass. Which normally I wouldn’t care about at all, it’s just-” you laugh, “it’s like a lot this time.” Steve blushes and Bucky’s sighs and looks back as best he can. He grabs one of the detachable shower heads and starts cleaning up. Steve puts you down and you stroke him once before you tease him. “You gotta wash that too sweet cheeks.” You wink and turn to your shower head to start washing away your day as your boys race to get done first.

Bucky pulls you into his arms and kisses you, his tongue slipping into your mouth and lifting you into his arms. Steve crowds behind you and kisses your neck as he reaches around and palms your breast.

“Hhhmm what do you say, Stevie?” Steve kisses you and then Bucky.

“You two have at it, I’ll be down here.” You feel Steve kneel behind you and you blush as Bucky kisses your neck.

“Mmhmm you two are nasty,” you pull on Bucky’s hair and giggle. “I love it so much.” Steve smacks your ass and then helps guides Bucky inside you from where he is before he starts his mission to make you fall apart on Bucky’s dick. Licking and sucking where you are connected and where Bucky expertly thrusts up into you. “Oh! Stevie- yes” your eye roll back and your head leans back a little as Bucky kisses your neck and speeds up. Steve kisses and sucks the base of Bucky’s dick before he reaches around and fingers Bucky’s ass, still ready from their 6 rounds earlier.

“Fffuuucckckk!!” Bucky moans against your lips as Steve continues to fuck his fingers inside him. “Yesyesyes.” He thrust Ms into you faster and you whimper at how close you are. You take Bucky’s face in your hands and kisses him.

“That feel good baby?! Huh? Stevie fucking your-“ Bucky cuts you off, kissing you and shoving his tongue in your mouth. He nods and whimpers.

“Yeah baby, yeah. Mmhm feels so good!!” Bucky kisses you and rests his forehead against yours as you both moan and gasp, climbing closer and closer.

“That’s it,” Steve says, he kisses your center and back to your ass. “I want you both to cum, now.” You scream as you cum around Bucky and he cums deep inside of you.

“Yes baby, mmhmm give it to me.” You moan as you feel Bucky empty into you. You cling to him as you both ride out your highs. When he pulls out you whimper at how empty you feel. He sets you down and kisses you sweetly. You play with his hair as you turn and pull Steve, who is standing now, into a kiss. It turns into a heated three way kiss for a moment until the water starts to run a little cold. “Oh, let’s get cleaned up- again. Then bed. Yeah?” The boys agree and help you wash up quick. As you dry off you watch in the mirror as Bucky helps Steve with his cock that grew harder harder while he watched you and Bucky. You watch for a moment and then finish getting ready for bed. “When you two are done one of you needs to change the sheets.” You blow them a kiss and head to wait in the arm chair as you read a little before bed.

Steve changes the sheets and Bucky helps so it gets done faster. Bucky runs to grab some water and then climbs in behind you in bed. You cuddle up next to Steve and pull Bucky close as you feel loved and doted on. Steve’s voice rumbles a little and it feels and sounds so nice as your head lays on his chest. “Don’t laugh, but have you to ever thought about us three roleplaying A/O/B?” You laugh and Bucky sits up and looks at over at Steve.

“What the fuck, Stevie?” He laughs a little and you just giggle.

“What?! I mean we are three! We have a natural way about our dynamic-“ Steve starts and Bucky cuts him off.

“Okay, fine. But who is Alpha?” Bucky questions, a teasing glint in I’m his eyes. “Huh?”

“Well,” Steve starts and Bucky cuts him off.

“Cause I know our Daisy girl is Omega, ain’t that right baby girl.” He looks at you and you blush, burying your head back in Bucky’s chest. “So are you the Beta, or Alpha, Stevie?” Bucky smirks and kisses down your neck. Steve smirks and then lightly laughs.

“Well you were the one taking it up the ass for 2 hours so what does that make you, Buck?” Steve looks you both up and down. You look back at Bucky, biting your lip and snuggling closer, waiting to see what he’s gonna say. He sits up, moving you closer to Steve with Bucky right behind you, sandwiched between their chests.

“It means I’m one hell of an Alpha to let my sweet as pie Beta fuck me.” Bucky teases and Steve scoots even closer. You are so squished that it’s becoming uncomfortable.

“Well maybe I’m the Alp-“ you cut Steve off.

“Okay, Steve, Bucky, it was a question about role play, it’s not that big. We don’t actually have designations that can’t be changed. Chill out. You’re both Alphas and you’re both Betas, it’s called switching. And Steve you lean towards a bottom Sub, don’t get so bent outta shape about Bucky ‘dominating’ you when you beg for it half the time.” Bucky chuckles and you look at him. “Same goes for you, it’s not as often but it happens. If anything you two are omegas and I’m your Alpha cause I’ve got you both by the balls 99.9% of the time. Now stop having a measuring contest, you know Steve is an inch longer but Bucky is thicker, can’t change that, just deal with it. Now kiss and dote on me.” You lay back and cross your arms over your chest. “And for the record, I think you are both Alphas.” You giggle as you are showered with kisses and roaming hands.

“I’m sorry, I asked and it was supposed to be silly. I didn’t realize my pride would be hurt by your answers.” Steve admits as he cuddles closer to you.

“Hey, what did I just say?” You smirk and even pull Bucky closer too. “You’re both my Alpha’s. But you are also betas, so get used to it.” Steve kisses your chest. “But to answer your question Stevie, yeah I’ve thought about it.” Steve looks up at you and smirks. He looks over at Bucky and they both start kissing you again, this time growing and nipping a little. You giggle and try to wiggle free.

“No no no,” Bucky says. “You’re staying right here.” He kisses you again. “Our ‘Omega’,” he tickles you and you laugh. Steve rubs your side and kisses your forehead as you clam down a little. He looks at Bucky and nods to his phone. Bucky nods back. “So Stevie talked to me earlier, about how you two wanna go away on a little anniversary trip in May. He was a little worried that I was gonna be sad or upset, so I had to show him this,” Bucky grabs his phone and pulls up the email he showed Steve. “So now I’m gonna ruin the surprise and show you.” He hands you the phone and snuggles close. “All expenses paid, two weeks, you and Stevie.” He kisses you. “Happy early anniversary, baby girl.” You are so touched and happy that you can’t take it, you flip over and straddle Bucky kissing him all over.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!!” You kiss him again and then kiss Steve. “The only thing I ask, which I think Stevie will agree with me on, is you come and meet us for the second week.” Steve nods and kisses you as he squeezes Bucky’s knee.

“Yeah, two weeks away from you? No can do.” Steve smiles and pulls Bucky into his arms with you. “I mean unless you were looking forward to those two weeks?!” Steve teases and Bucky laughs.

“Hell no! I’d rather go into cryo for those two weeks. But I knew you two needed time, just wasn’t sure how much.” He says as he smiles, “But I promise I’m okay and I can change it all to a week. But I want you two to have your time. We have our group honeymoon to Wakanda, y’all have this one. And then maybe on the anniversary of asking Daisy to marry me I’ll take her away for a trip.” You nod and kiss him.

“And then Steve and you can have some time away, just to make it fair and even.” You kiss Bucky and then Steve.

“Sounds good to me.” Steve coos in your ear and then kisses Bucky’s hand. Bucky hums in agreement. You lay down and Bucky turns off the light. You all three cuddle close, Steve breaks the silence with a joke. “So Ari is definitely winning, isn’t he?” You laugh and kiss his cheek.

“Better luck next year, Stevie.” You giggle as you drift off to sleep between your two worlds.

“Well, better luck next year, boys.” Ari stands up and walks past you leaning in and kissing your cheek. “I’ll come by later and we can chat about our date.” He winks and heads up to his room. Bucky and Steve sigh and go about making breakfast. Jefferson shrugs and Ransom demands a recount.

“Now hold on, I know I was neck and neck with Ari, how did he get ahead of me?!” He crosses his arms and pouts even as you walk over and kiss his cheek.

“He got me twice yesterday and you spent most of the day locked away in your bedroom, by yourself. That was prime spanking time, Ran.” You tease and he grumbles.

“I want a rematch!” Ransom demands and you giggle.

“You can have one in January.” You kiss him and go to grab your plate from Bucky. Downstairs Frank comes walking by and peaks into the kitchen. “Hey, where you off to?”

“Headed to the coast for a couple weeks, meeting some friends. I won’t be back till about mid March.” He crosses the room and gives you a kiss on the cheek and then pats the shoulders of Bucky and Steve. He waves at Ransom and Jefferson actually walks out to the car with him. They never talk about it but you know they’ve become friends, living down in the basement together. It’s a little sad when he leaves but he always comes back.

“Who is that guy again?!” Ransom exclaims and you roll your eyes. Steve and Bucky mutter under their breaths.

“We are starting mandatory bonding hours for you and all the guys.” You point at Ransom. At that you hear Steve set the coffee pot down harder than it needed to be set down and Bucky drop a spatula. Jefferson pokes his head in and even Ari heard it has he walked back into the kitchen, even Ransom mutters a response.

“Absolutely not”

“Torture”

“No”

“Fuck“

“I’d rather die”

“Enough,” you hush them all and double down. “I’ll make a schedule and post it.” The boys sigh and Ransom grumbles. In truth he has done some growing this month, the heart to heart you two had a New Years really made an impact and he’s been trying, which says a lot. At that you hear Jake come bopping out of his bedroom to grab a cup of Coffee.

“Good morning everyone!” He pours himself a cup, “oh don’t tell me I missed Ransoms meltdown about losing to Ari!?!” Jefferson nods and Jake sighs. “Aww come on, I was really looking forward to that.” Jake complains as he sips his drink. Ransom rolls his eyes and everyone lightly laughs.

“Yes you did miss that, and downstairs Frank leaving for a few weeks. Oh also Daze here is setting up hourly bonding schedules for Ransom and the rest of us.” Ari explains, smiling away as he does. Jake just nods and listens and then gets a big smile.

“Yes!! Dude, our time is just gonna be me introducing you to good music. It’s gonna be great.” Jake smiles and takes another sip of coffee, already a little jittery so Steve just takes the cup and shakes his head. Ransom watches the whole thing and then looks so you and whispers.

“I would rather be forced to watch Bucky and Hydra cap have a staring contest than do anything that he just suggested.” You laugh and shrug.

“Not my problem, learn the guys names and basic things about them and we wouldn’t have to do this.” You get up and clear off your plate. “You guys have fun though!” You kiss Ransoms cheek and then point to Ari. “Let’s go talk.”

“Yes ma’am” Ari says as he gets up and follows you out of the room.

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You sit in the backyard, the fire pit roaring. Ari drapes a blanket over you both and wraps his arm around your shoulder. “So Daze, I’ve been thinking,” you laugh and look at him.

“Oh really?! For the whole 10 minutes you’ve known you won, you’ve been thinking?” You tease and Ari laughs. He kisses your head and leans back.

“Come on Daze, I knew since we started that I would win.” He winks at you. “Anyway, I’ve been thinking, I have a really busy February so what if we had our little date night in March?” You shrug and nod.

“Yeah, that sounds good to me.” You look over at him and he smiles, brushing your hair off your shoulder.

“Good, I’ll make sure it’s one to remember.” He smirks and you blush and look away.

“Always the flirt,” you turn back and kiss his cheek. “Be good and don’t brag, Ransom’s really down about losing.” Ari lets out a loud laugh and shrugs. You wave as you leave him outside to enjoy the snow.

February comes and goes, Steve and Bucky took you out on valentines and then you three went to a hotel. Jake took Precious away for the week just the two of them. Frank, Dutchess, and Barnes had a nice meal at the house and retired to their bed room. You asked Natasha to come over that night and watch Hydra Cap and to keep an eye on Ransom and Jefferson, no one had any broken bones so you assume it went well. You gave Ransom, Ari, and Jefferson little candy hearts and a silly little card. Ransom pretended like he hated it but you caught him later placing it on his night stand next to the two cards from Precious and Dutchess.

Pretty soon it’s March and you are in full trip planning mode. The boys have planned it all out and have secured the Jet just to make sure you can get there and back in a timely manner. You’ve only been to Wakanda a couple times and none of those times were to relax, so this is a nice change. But first, you have a date.

“Daze? You ready?” Ari asks as he leans against the bedroom door. He sees Steve and Bucky walking out of the bathroom and he gives them a little wave. “Gentlemen,” Bucky and Steve laugh and wave.

“You treat her right and have her back by a decent time.” Steve says as he walks over and pats Ari’s shoulder.

“Yeah and don’t do anything we wouldn’t do.” Bucky smirks and Ari laughs.

“Well that leave quite a bit we could get up to tonight, doesn’t it, Daze?” He teases and they all three laugh. You walk out of the bathroom in a fit and flare jeans and a top that is almost backless. You have on some boots and you grab your leather jacket to throw on in case you get cold. Bucky smirks and Steve eyes you up and down as your ass looks incredible. Ari whistles and walks closer to you, he takes your hand and spins you around to get a good look. “Daze, you look incredible, like you always do.” He kisses your cheek and walks to leave the room. “We have a reservation to catch.” You turn and kiss Steve and Bucky goodbye.

“I’ll see you two in the morning.” You kiss them again and then take Ari’s hand and let him lead you to the car. “So? Same place?”

You ask, eyes gleaming with excitement. He looks at you and laughs.

“Yeah Daze, same place.” He kisses your hand and you two are off.

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The music is loud and the beer is flowing. The waitress is in a min skirt and keeps throwing eyes at Ari but he just keeps looking at you. You two talk and laugh and just enjoy each others company. You have probably the most unhealthy combination of food you could imagine and you love it. Cheese sticks, fries, wings, pizza, total “bar” food and you two devour it. Ari has put back two beers and is on his third, you are nursing your second one. Some people are dancing and some are clearly having sex against the back wall near the bathroom but no one cares. You pop another fry in your mouth and then smirk over at Ari. “So, what happened on your last ‘trip’.” You ask, putting air quotes around trip, Ari laughs and sits back.

“A lot, but I’m handling it. I’m meeting with the therapist once a week. Don’t worry.” He squeezes your hand and you smile and nod. “What I wanna know is how have you been Daze, all us boys falling at your feet,” you roll your eyes and take another sip of beer, “but for real, how have you been? You’ve been taking care of all of us, have you taken a moment to just enjoy life for yourself?” You smile and nod.

“Yes, in fact we are leaving in a week for Wakanda and I know I will definitely enjoy my life on that trip.” You smirk and lean closer to Ari. He leans closer to.

“I know you will, but what I mean are the things outside of your marriage, Daze.” Ari’s gaze softens and you gently smile. You reach over and take his hand.

“I have my book club once a week, Natasha meets me for lunch once a week, and I have my job with the avengers. I’m fine.” You pat his hand reassuring him.

“Okay,” Air nods and kisses your hand. “I just wanted to make sure.” He smiles at you. “I’ll be honest, when I met you 10 years ago I never would have thought this is where we would be.” He laughs and looks down at his plate.

“What?! You didn’t think we’d be besties/ fuck buddies?!” You tease, brushing your foot along his jeans and smirking. Ari laughs and shakes his head.

“I knew we would be friends, just didn’t realize how much you’d mean to me.” He gently smiles. “I also still can’t believe that you were working with the Avengers when you were 18- you didn’t even go to college!” He exclaims and you laugh and shrug.

“Yeah well, I’m smart and Tony has a weakness for smart kids with no family.”

“Don’t say it like that, that sounds creepy.” Ari laughs and you squint your eyes, looking at the ceiling while replaying what you said. You laugh and nod as you grimace.

“Yeah, true.” You shrug. Ari just stares for a moment and then clears his throat.

“Also out of all the guys on that team I never thought you’d fall for Stars and Stripes.” Ari crosses his arms.

“Oh, really?!” You ask teasing. “With all my Daddy and authority issues?!” You smirk and Ari nods.

“Yeah guess that’s true. Just thought you’d go for that spider kid.”

“Peter?!” You exclaim. “Ha, no. He is sweet but not my type.” You sit back and eye Ari up and down. “And you know I have a very clear type Romantically.” You take a sip of your beer and set it down. Ari does the same and then leans forward.

“That I do,” he bites his lip for a moment and then sits back. “Still the blonde was a surprise.” You laugh and blush. “I mean I know you two bonded being on the team, I just didn’t realize how well.” He smirks and you laugh.

“Yeah well, close quarters and stuff will force you to get to know someone real well.” You sit back. “Steve is the type of man that once you get to know him, you just can’t help but love him. And Bucky-“

“Alright alright,” he laughs and puts his hands up. “I don’t need you waxing poetry about how much you love them and riding their dicks.” He laughs and you blush. He winks and then crosses his arms. “So you wanna play our usual game?” He smirks, “or just call it a night?” You look him over, and he does look good. You wouldn’t mind playing your little “pick up” game, but honestly you just wanna get out of there and be with Ari.

“Let’s head out.” You squeeze his hand and make sure he sees your eyes rake over him.

“You got it, Daze.” He smirks and sits back again as the waitress brings Ari the bill and on the bottom is written her number. “People just can’t take a hint anymore, huh?!” He says and shows you the little note. “I’m clearly on a date and she’s flirting, this is why I am never getting married again.” He grumbles and lays his card down to pay. “Anyway,” he smiles up at you, “on second thought,” he pulls his card back, takes out a hundred dollar bill and stands to leave. “Let’s get out of here.” He pulls you up and into a kiss. “I’ve got a lot of plans for you tonight, Daze.” You giggle and lean into him more as you kiss him.

“Lead the way.”

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You and Ari feel out of place when you walk into the lobby of the Hotel. Marble floors and vaulted ceilings with chandeliers. But they know Ari. “Good evening Mr. Levinson. The room is ready.” He hands Ari the key and he thanks the man before he turns to head to the elevator. You ask for a room and they give you one, it’s all for show and Ari gave you his card to pay for it before you got out of the car. The world wouldn’t be kind to you if they thought the wife of Captain America was stepping out on him. Even if Steve said it was okay himself. So for show you get a room and head that way. You two do this every year and so far they just think Ari is your brother, that thought makes you laugh a little. You go to your room and clean up a little and to change your lingerie, something special for Ari. He’s very particular about what he likes and you are happy to oblige. You slip your pajamas on and pull off the blankets and ruffle the bedding to make it look like you slept there. You dirty up the towels and toss them on the floor and use the coffee maker and drink a cup of the gross coffee before you head out.

You grab your bag and head to the elevators on the far end, less chance of anyone seeing you. Knocking on his door and waiting as you hear him move around. The door opens and he snatches you inside, pulling you into his arms and kisses you as he kicks the door closed.

“I’ve missed you.” Ari moans against your lips as he lifts you in the air. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

“Mmhm I’ve missed you too” you whisper, Ari growls as he pulls you closer and walks to the bed. He kisses you, shoving his tongue in your mouth, claiming you. You push him off and he stands back for a moment to look at you. Ari offers you his hand and you smirk as you take it, he pulls you up and his hands rake up and down your body. He feels your lingerie beneath your oversized pajama shirt.

“Oh Daze, did you?” He murmurs against your neck. You giggle and kiss his neck before you step back and lift your arms.

“Wanna help?” You look up at him innocently. Ari moans as he steps forward and lifts off the shirt, tossing it on your bag. He meets your gaze as he reaches a hand out, Ari smirks and drops his gaze to watch his hand trace over the royal blue lace that makes up the bra portion of your body suit. Your nipples pebbling up under his touch. The deep neckline on the suit plunges between your breast and the straps along the suit run under your breast and down your abs. The lace is almost completely see through and Ari can’t tear his eyes away. He unbuttons your jeans and kneels as he moves to pull them down. You slip out of your heels and step out of your jeans. Ari nods for you to sit down and you do, propping your foot up on his chest as he slips your heels back on. Once he does he kisses up your legs and guides you to stand.

“Come on, give me a spin, Daze.” You blush as you turn and let him see your ass. The body suit is a thong in the back, little lace straps along the edge at the top of your cheeks. The back is completely open except for the straps along the back. It leaves very little to the imagination, that’s the way Ari likes it, covered but fully seen. He bites his lips as you turn around fully and giggle.

“You like it, Ari?” You ask

“Oh Daze,” he brushes your hair off your shoulders and looks you up and down before he lifts off his shirt and pulls your body against his. “I love it.” He leans in and kisses you as he lays his hands along your ass. You lay your hands on his chest, feeling the strength beneath your hands. You let a little moan escape as you think about how good this is gonna be. Unlike the other men and even your husbands, Ari has no pet names for you. He calls you ‘Daze’ you call him Ari, and you have your way with one another all night. “Bet this little outfit is gonna look even better on the floor.” Ari speaks against your neck as he kisses his way down your body. He drops to his knees and your hands go immediately to his hair, feeling the strands dancing through your fingers as he moves. He kisses your hips and then looks up at you as he kisses over your clothed center.

“Mhmm, that feels good.” You hum lightly. Ari smirks and kisses against with a little more force than before. He pulls back and gazes up at you.

“Lay back, Daze.” His hands pushes on your chest, groping your breast as they slide down your body as you sit and lay down. His hands travel down your legs till he grabs your caves and lifts your legs over his shoulders. You arch off the bed, needing him to touch you already. You hear him chuckles and then feel his smirk against you.

“Oh please, Ari.” You add extra neediness to your voice to really get him going. But you know it won’t be that easy, he slides this index finger up and down your slit, just barely touching your clit before moving away each time. You groan and buck up against him which he expertly combats and keeps your hips still.

“Just so needy, huh?” He asks as You feel him unhook the bottom of the suit.

“Yyyeeesss” you whimper as he slowly pulls it away from your skin, your arousal already evident on the material.

“Oh Daze,” he moans as he sees your slick folds. “You’ve been like this all night. Just wet and ready.” You are about to whine and beg him to get on with it when he leans forward and leaves the softest kiss against your clit. He follows it quickly by sealing his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucking. Your hands fly to his hair as he slips his hands under your ass, holding you close. His eyes flick up to yours as you try to keep your eyes from rolling back. He smirks and winks before he starts to use his hands on your ass to guide you into riding his face. Quickly getting with the program you grip his hair tighter and ride his face hard and fast as he sucks and twirls his tongue around your clit.

“Fffuuucckkk!” You scream as you get closer, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten until it’s too much. “Yesyesyes!! Don’t stop!!! I’m gonna” you are breathless as your peak continues to climb, feeling so good and not enough, leaves you wondering if you’ll ever fall. “Ari!!” You moan, needing to cum more than ever, every muscle tense and begging for that sweet crescendoed release. Ari moans against you and the vibration sends you over into bliss. Your whole body releases and you gasp for air as your high rages through you. You let go of Air’s hair and your hands fall to the side, exhausted and so happy. Ari works you through your high and then as you lay there blissed he continues to eats you out like a man starved. Cherishing every tastes and swipe of his tongue, like he doesn’t know when he will eat again. You whimper a little and play with his hair, letting him know he is pushing you closer and closer to overstimulation. With a hum and a gentle kiss to your pussy, he finally kisses up your body to your lips. “Mmhmm thank you” you him and whisper as his lips move against yours. He laughs and kisses your neck before he lays down beside you.

“Always so polite,” he teases, his fingers tracing up and down your body. “I’m glad you liked it,” he kisses your chest as he pulls the straps of the body suit down and off. “It’s been too long Daze, almost a year.” He kisses your breast as he uncovered them. Your eyes are closed as you focus on the feeling of his hands and mouth on you, a moan escapes your lips when his touch your breast.

“I know,” you reach back and play with his hair. “But that’s what makes this so special, you waited a year and earned it.” You tease and Ari laughs against you before he looks up and meets your gaze. “And with that performance you just gave,” he smirks and you giggle as you push his shoulders back and flip him over. “You earned something extra.” You wink and he hums in agreement.

“I’d eat you out any day of the week at any hour just cause I want to, Daze. Not cause I wanted something in return.” He pulls you to straddle him. You kiss his lips and run your hands over his bare chest, the warmth sends pleased shivers down your spine. You hum.

“I know, and that makes me wanna return the favor so much more.” You kiss him again before moving back and kissing down his chest. “Now lay down.” He lightly laughs and lays back against the pillows, propped up enough to look down at you. “Still in your jeans and all.” You teases as you trail your fingers along his waistband. “Hard as can be.” You say as you rub over the large bulge under the denim. Ari hums and moans at the contact and that makes you smile even more.

You smirk up at him as you unbutton his pants and play with his zipper. He bites his lip and reaches down to play with your hair.

“Mmhmm don’t tease, Daze.” Ari pleads as you slowly pull his jeans down and off, leaving him in his boxers. A smile spreads across your face as you kiss up his thighs.

“It’s what I do best though,” you tease as you smirk up at him before you mouth over his erection. Ari laughs and it’s cut off by a moan as he feels your mouth on him. “But I guess I’ll let you off easy.” You wink and pull his boxers down and off. He hisses as the cool air blows across his hardened cock. “Shhhh,” you kiss closer and closer until you kiss up his length. “I’ve got you.” You kiss his tip before taking him in your mouth. Swirling your tongue around him and then swallowing him down to the base in one quick motion before pulling off and stroking him in your hand. Ari’s blissed out face reels you everything you need to know. You kiss up his length again and take him back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. You squeeze his thighs and then rub your hands along his hips as you work him closer and closer to orgasm.

“Daze, mmhmm D-Daaze,” he pulls you off and up into his arms. You pout a little and he lightly laughs, a little out of breath. He kisses you, trying to get the pout away. “Don’t pout, I have a refectory period unlike your husbands.” He kisses you again and tickles your side. You giggle but try to hold onto your pout. Ari spanks you “so stubborn,” he flips you over and pins you beneath him, his muscular thighs pushing between yours. “Even when you know,” he kisses your neck and down your chest, “that I always make it amazing for you.” You giggle and pull him up to kiss his lips.

“Then what are we waiting for?” You tease wrapping your arms around his back and pulling him closer. Ari growls like you just said the magic words. He kisses you desperately and wraps his arms under your body as he brings his hips against yours. You feel his hardened length rubbing through your slick folds. Ari moves a hand up your back and entangles it in your hair, pulling slightly and giving him access to your neck. He ruts against you and the friction is so delicious but you need more. “Ari please?!” You kiss him and he moans against your lips. “I’m ready- I need you!” Ari hums in agreement and pulls back, sitting up and look down at your body. Your blue lingerie still around your waist, your body on display for him. He licks his lips as he looks you over, little bite marks along your neck, hickies forming along your breast, your folds slick and swollen, you’re dripping and ready for another round. “Ari?!” You whine and pull him close by his hips, he smirks.

“I know, I know.” He takes himself in his hand and guides his tip to your entrance, you gasp and grab his arms for support. The stretch is incredible, in a dick measuring contest with all your men, Steve takes length by an inch, Bucky takes girth by an inch and a half, and Ari is just big. They all do their job wonderfully and you’ve never had a complaint, still you always have to prepare when you’re with Ari. “Just breathe, Daze.” He kisses you as he pushes all the way in and bottoming out. “So good for me,” he whispers against your lips.

“Mmhmm please,” you beg and Ari nods as he pulls back and thrusts back in. “Yyyesss” he starts to thrust in and out, hitting your sweet spot every time. He leans down, boxing you in. His bare chest against yours as his hips snap into yours. “Yesyesyes! Right there, oh Ari! Don’t stop!!” Ari kisses down your neck and bites your shoulder. You whimper, your last orgasm having exhausted you and Ari is building you up to another one just as big. He reaches down and rubs over your clit and you cum around his dick, squirting and writhing beneath him.

“That’s it, Daze,” he works you through it. “Just like that, cum on my cock.” He moans in your ear, feeling you clench around him. He doesn’t stop he sits up, lifts your legs and throws them over his shoulders as he pushes your thighs together. He lifts your hips off the bed a little and snaps his hips in rapid pace, quickly sending you to another high. “Come on, I know you have another. Give it to me.” He’s next thrust hits just right and you cum again, arching off the bed. You hear Ari growl as he pulls out and manhandles you to flip around. You can’t help the blissed look that spreads across your face as he ruins you. You lay on your stomach with your knees bent under you. Ari slaps your ass and grabs your lingerie that’s bunched around your waist, he wraps his hands in it and slams into you, bottoming out again.

“Fffuucckkk!!” You scream and rub your face against the mattress. “Mmhmm yyyesss!!! Oh Ari!!” He spanks you again and he speeds up, his cock driving into you over and over, hitting home and working you both to your highs. “Please?!?”

“Arhhh,” Ari grunts and moans as he gets closer and closer, “I’m gonna cum, Daze.” You nod and reach back for him. He takes your hand and thrusts harder. “Yes, oh fuck Daze!” He whimpers. Ari pulls you back against his chest, his arm over your breast and his other around your waist. He fucks into you as you crescendo into your last orgasm and he cums deep in you. “Mmhmmm,” he buries his face in your neck, “Daze, mmhmm oh Daze. Yyeesss. So good, so good for me.” He kisses up your neck as your walls milk him. You hum and smile, completely blissed and satisfied.

“Oh Ari, mmhmm” you turn and kiss his cheek as he lazily fucks into you, working you both through your highs. When you can finally breathe again you both fall to the bed, Ari still buried inside you. He kisses your shoulders and up your neck. “We should probably get cleaned up.” You offer and Ari just holds you tighter.

“Nope, not yet.” He smiles against your skin as his lips drag along your neck. “I still have plans and we have all night long, Daze.” Ari kisses your cheek and wraps his arms around you tighter, “So, how is wedded bliss going?” You giggle and Ari kisses your neck again.

“It’s nice, I have Husbands to come home to every night. Husbands who know me better than I know myself.” You look back at Ari, “Husbands who love me,” he kisses your neck.

“You know I love you Daze,” he rubs your side. “But I just couldn’t be a husband, not again.” He sighs, “it ended so badly the first time”

“I know, Ari.” You pull his hand up and kiss it. “And I’m not proposing here,” he laughs and you giggle. “You asked and I answered.” He hums in response.

“You pulled me out of a dark place all those years ago, you know?” You smile up at him. “The first guy you fixed.” You laugh and he kisses your head.

“I do my best,” you tease before you get serious, “you fixed me too, we’re a friend when I needed one.” You kiss him sweetly. “Best platonic soulmate a girl could ask for.” Ari laughs holds you tighter, “you think the front desk thought anything about our check in?” You ask and Ari shakes his head.

“No, we always cover our tracks.” Ari explains but you get an idea, “you ever think my platonic soulmate would join me and my husbands for a night?” You ask and look up at him. “It would be nice to stay in our own house and not have to worry about the maids or front desk finding anything out.” Ari sighs and rubs along you side.

“Maybe, Daze. I kinda like having you all to myself though.” He kisses your neck and you hum.

“Hmm is that so??” You ask and giggle as his hands start to trail lower and lower.

“Definitely.” Her puts as he starts to slowly fuck into you again. The night is a haze of fucking and sleeping and then fucking some more. Finally You get up and shower while Ari gets clean sheets. When you get out Ari hops in and gets cleaned up. Somehow he still gets in the clean bed before you, he holds his arms out and you giggle as you cuddle up next to him and sleep for whatever’s left of the early morning. When you check out Ari notices the front desk workers snickering and whispering in hushed tones as they look at you and Ari, he knows you see it too and his heart hurts a little. When you are in the car he pulls you into his arms and holds you tight in hopes that his arms could make the ride looks good away.

When you get home Steve and Bucky are waiting by the door. “Mmhmm good morning.” Steve kisses you and then so does Bucky. “You have a good night?” You nod and look back at Ari.

“Yeah, we did. Got to talk and Ari grilled me to make sure you boys are treating me right.” Steve laughs and so does Bucky. Ari walks up and claps them both on their shoulders.

“It was a nice night, thanks again guys.” Ari says and they both nod. “Maybe next time we won’t go to a hotel, maybe we will stay in.” He winks to you and you blush. “Now Daze don’t be getting any ideas, I’d just be a voyeur and then a solo participant.” You giggle and give him a big kiss before prancing away to your bedroom. Bucky looks at Steve and then Ari.

“Well we’d have to go over the rules and how we would do it.” Bucky starts and Ari laughs.

“Relax Buck, I’m not asking for an invite tonight. Your marriage bed is safe for now.” Steve and Ari laugh and Bucky chuckles and then looks to Steve.

“We will talk about it, see ya later Ari.” Steve says as he pulls Bucky along with him. They find you laying on the bed drifting off to sleep and they decide to leave you for a bit so you can catch up on some sleep. You’ve had a long night, and they would know a thing or two about long nights. Steve squeezes Bucky’s ass and Bucky whines. “What’s wrong? Still sore?” Bucky grumbles and turns around glaring at him.

“Are there still teeth marks on my ass??” Before Steve could answer Bucky does. “Yes, there are so yea it’s still sore.” Steve laughs and kisses Bucky.

“You were begging for it,” he kisses him again. “Come on,” Steve opens the bedroom door and they sneak in. “Get Daisy’s heating pad and I’ll let you sit in my lap with it, huh?” He smiles and Bucky melts but acts tough

“Fine.” Steve laughs and kisses Bucky before he slaps his ass with a chuckle.

When you finally wake up you see Steve sitting in the armchair in the corner or the room, Bucky in his lap and both of them passed out. You giggle and walk over to join them, climbing onto Bucky’s lap. You kiss his cheek and then kiss Steve’s. “Why is your lap so warm?” You ask giggling against Steve’s neck. He laughs and nuzzles into you.

“Because I was a little mean to Bucky’s ass. He needed some extra care.” He kisses your neck and Bucky nuzzles closer to you both.

“And it’s still sore, you both better be extra sweet to me.” He pouts and you laugh as you kiss his lips and lay your head against his chest. “And get ready for my birthday and then Wakanda cause your asses are mine.” You hum and kiss his chest and Steve rubs his back, you three sit there in Steve’s lap, wrapped up in one another till the bed calls your Name.

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𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧

At Chicago’s United Center today, the delegates at the Democratic National Convention reaffirmed last week’s online nomination of Kamala Harris for president. The ceremonial roll-call vote featured all the usual good natured boasting from the delegates about their own state’s virtues, a process that reinforces the incredible diversity and history of both this land and its people. The managers reserved the final slots for Minnesota and California—the home states of Democratic vice presidential candidate Tim Walz and presidential candidate Kamala Harris, respectively—to put the ticket over the top.

When the votes had been counted, Harris joined the crowd virtually from a rally she and Walz were holding at the Fiserv Forum in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Last month the Republicans held their own national convention in that venue, and for Harris to accept her nomination in the same place was an acknowledgement of how important Wisconsin will be in this election. But it also meant that Trump, who is obsessed with crowd sizes, would have to see not one but two packed sports arenas of supporters cheer wildly for her nomination.

He also had to contend with former loyalists and supporters joining the Democratic convention. His former press secretary, Stephanie Grisham, told the Democratic convention tonight that when the cameras are off, “Trump mocks his supporters. He calls them basement dwellers.” Grisham endorsed Harris, saying: “I love my country more than my party. Kamala Harris tells the truth. She respects the American people and she has my vote.”

Trump spoke glumly to a small crowd today at the Livingston County Sheriff’s Office in Howell, Michigan.

It was almost exactly twenty years ago, on July 27, 2004, that 43-year-old Illinois state senator Barack Obama, who was, at the time, running for a seat in the U.S. Senate, gave the keynote address to that year’s Democratic National Convention. It was the speech that began his rise to the presidency.

Like the Democrats who spoke last night, Obama talked in 2004 of his childhood and recalled how his parents had “faith in the possibilities of this nation.” And like Biden last night, Obama said that “in no other country on earth, is my story even possible.” The nation’s promise, he said, came from the human equality promised in the Declaration of Independence.

“That is the true genius of America,” Obama said, “a faith in the simple dreams of its people, the insistence on small miracles.” He called for an America “where hard work is rewarded.” “[I]t's not enough for just some of us to prosper,” he said, “[f]or alongside our famous individualism, there's another ingredient in the American saga.”

He described that ingredient as “[a]belief that we are connected as one people. If there's a child on the south side of Chicago who can't read, that matters to me, even if it's not my child. If there's a senior citizen somewhere who can't pay for her prescription and has to choose between medicine and the rent, that makes my life poorer, even if it's not my grandmother. If there's an Arab American family being rounded up without benefit of an attorney or due process, that threatens my civil liberties. It's that fundamental belief—I am my brother's keeper, I am my sister's keeper—that makes this country work. It's what allows us to pursue our individual dreams, yet still come together as a single American family. ‘E pluribus unum.’ Out of many, one.”

Obama emphasized Americans’ shared values and pushed back against “those who are preparing to divide us, the spin masters and negative ad peddlers who embrace the politics of anything goes.” He reached back into history to prove that “the bedrock of this nation” is “the belief that there are better days ahead.” He called that belief “[t]he audacity of hope.”

Almost exactly twenty years after his 2004 speech, the same man, now a former president who served for eight years, spoke at tonight’s Democratic National Convention. But the past two decades have challenged his vision.

When voters put Obama into the White House in 2008, Republicans set out to make sure they couldn’t govern. Mitch McConnell (R–KY) became Senate minority leader in 2007 and, using the filibuster, stopped most Democratic measures by requiring 60 votes to move anything to a vote.

In 2010 the Supreme Court handed down the Citizens United v. Federal Election Commission decision, declaring that corporations and other outside groups could spend as much money as they wanted on elections. Citizens United increased Republican seats in legislative bodies, and in the 2010 midterm elections, Republicans packed state legislatures with their own candidates in time to be in charge of redistricting their states after the 2010 census. Republicans controlled the key states of Florida, Wisconsin, North Carolina, Ohio, and Michigan, as well as other, smaller states, and after the election, they used precise computer models to win previously Democratic House seats.

In the 2012 election, Democrats won the White House decisively, the Senate easily, and

a majority of 1.4 million votes for House candidates. Yet Republicans came away with a thirty-three-seat majority in the House of Representatives. And then, with the 2013 Shelby County v. Holder decision, the Supreme Court gutted the Voting Rights Act, making it harder to protect Democratic voters.

As the Republicans skewed the mechanics of government to favor themselves, their candidates no longer had to worry they would lose general elections but did have to worry about losing primaries to more extreme challengers. So they swung farther and farther to the right, demonizing the Democrats until finally those who remain Republicans have given up on democracy altogether.

Tonight’s speech echoed that of 2004 by saying that America’s “central story” is that “we are all created equal,” and describing Harris and Walz as hardworking people who would use the government to create a fair system. He sounded more concerned today than in 2004 about political divisions, and reminded the crowd: “The vast majority of us do not want to live in a country that’s bitter and divided,” he said. “We want something better. We want to be better. And the joy and the excitement that we’re seeing around this campaign tells us we’re not alone,” he said.

And then, in his praise for his grandmother, “a little old white lady born in a tiny town called Peru, Kansas,” and his mother-in-law, Marion Robinson, a Black woman from the South Side of Chicago, he brought a new emphasis on ordinary Americans, especially women, who work hard, sacrifice for their children, and value honesty, integrity, kindness, helping others, and hard work.

They wanted their children to “do things and go places that they would’ve never imagined for themselves.” “Whether you’re a Democrat or a Republican or somewhere in between,” he said, “we have all had people like that in our lives:... good hardworking people who weren’t famous or powerful but who managed in countless ways to leave this country just a little bit better than they found it.”

If President Obama emphasized tonight that the nation depends on the good will of ordinary people, it was his wife, former first lady Michelle Obama, who spoke with the voice of those people and made it clear that only the American people can preserve democracy.

In a truly extraordinary speech, perfectly delivered, Mrs. Obama described her mother as someone who lived out the idea of hope for a better future, working for children and the community. “She was glad to do the thankless, unglamorous work that for generations has strengthened the fabric of this nation,” Mrs. Obama said, “the belief that if you do unto others, if you love thy neighbor, if you work and scrape and sacrifice, it will pay off. If not for you, then maybe for your children or your grandchildren.”

Unlike her husband, though, Mrs. Obama called out Trump and his allies, who are trying to destroy that worldview. “No one has a monopoly on what it means to be an American,” she said. “No one.” “[M]ost of us will never be afforded the grace of failing forward,” she said. “We will never benefit from the affirmative action of generational wealth. If we bankrupt a business…or choke in a crisis, we don't get a second, third, or fourth chance. If things don't go our way, we don't have the luxury of whining or cheating others to get further ahead…we don't get to change the rules so we always win. If we see a mountain in front of us, we don’t expect there to be an escalator waiting to take us to the top. No, we put our heads down. We get to work. In America, we do something."

And then Mrs. Obama took up the mantle of her mother, warning that demonizing others and taking away their rights, “only makes us small.” It “demeans and cheapens our politics. It only serves to further discourage good, big-hearted people from wanting to get involved at all. America, our parents taught us better than that.”

It is “up to us to be the solution that we seek.” she said. She urged people to “be the antidote to the darkness and division.” “[W]hether you’re Democrat, Republican, Independent, or none of the above,” she said, “this is our time to stand up for what we know. In our hearts is right. Not just for our basic freedoms, but for decency and humanity, for basic respect. Dignity and empathy. For the values at the very foundation of this democracy.”

“Don’t just sit around and complain. Do something.”

— 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟐𝟎, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐱 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧

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Botany at Dairy Farm

Botany at Dairy Farm 万景轩

Perfect for Natural Lover  ✔ Exclusive 386 units by reputable developer ✔ Site Coverage: 70% of Landscape  ✔ Surrounded by Natural Parks ✔ Short Walk to Hillview MRT (downtown line) ✔ Near to many shopping malls such as HillV2, and Junction 10 ✔ Top schools within 1KM such as CHIJ Our Lady Queen of Peace ✔ Efficient layout with 1BR to 5BR Price Guide  1BR/2BR Classic Fully Sold 2BR +Study 904 sqft From $1,766,000  - Last 1 3BR 883-1098 sqft From $1,937,000 3BR Flexi 1033-1216 sqft From $2,054,000 3BR Premium 1033-1238 sqft From $2,045,000 3BR +Study 1076-1281 sqft From $2,311,000 4BR 1270-1518 sqft From $2,462,000 5BR 1539 sqft From $2,967,000 https://youtu.be/bylR30x6PQQ https://youtu.be/e7pHgQcmbBI "Your Way of Living" Quick LinksFact Sheet Project Highglights Nearby Amenities Floor Plan & Virtual Tours: StarBuy FAQsWhat's the land price for Botany at Dairy Farm? When is the lease start for Botany at Dairy Farm? Where is the showflat of Botany at Dairy Farm? The Botany At Dairy Farm by Sim Lian Group is a brand new 99years, high-rise condominium located at Dairy Farm Walk. Nestled in an private residential enclave and lush greenery, home owners can enjoy urban living and tranquility and yet close proximity to amenities and well-connected transportation. For residents looking to take public transport, Hillview MRT station is just a 10-minute walk away. For private vehicle owners, it is a 5-minute drive to access the Pan Island Expressway (PIE) where residents can travel from the West to the East conveniently.  The Rail Mall is a 3 minute drive from The Botany At Dairy Farm. You can spend your weekends stocking up on groceries at Cold Storage or hang out at its signature pubs and eateries. Some eateries include BlooiE’s Roadhouse, Springleaf Prata Place and Acqua e Farina Pte Ltd. Besides eateries, The Rail Mall has an enrichment school for English, clinics and RHB Bank.  There is also the HillV2 mall within close proximity for residents to fulfil their retail needs. A quaint neighbourhood mall, HillV2 has facilities ranging from Anytime Fitness to Cedele Bakery. 

For nature lovers, there are also plenty of natural spaces Bukit Gombak’s “Little Guilin”, Bukit Batok Nature Park, Dairy Farm Nature Park, and Bukit Timah Nature Reserve.  Right next to Rail Mall is the Singapore Quarry, where you can admire picturesque views. The Hillview area is also surrounded by the woodlands of Bukit Gombak, Bukit Batok Nature Park, as well as other natural reserves, reservoirs, and town parks. Hillview is a quiet yet good location suitable for both expats and local dwellers.

Grand Arrival Some of Singapore’s most prestigious schools are along the Bukit Timah education belt, which is accessible for the condo’s residents thanks to its proximity to Hillview MRT Station. Some of these schools include Raffles Girls’ Primary School, Methodist Girls’ School, Nanyang Girls’ High School, Pei Hwa Presbyterian Primary School, Nanyang Primary School, Hwa Chong Institution, NUS (Bukit Timah Campus) and more. Around Hillview, there are also schools such as German European School Singapore, St Francis Methodist School, Assumption English School and CHIJ Our Lady Queen of Peace.  Fact Sheet TypeDescriptionsProject Name万景轩 The Botany at Dairy FarmDeveloper NameSim Lian GroupLocation3, 5, 7, 9, 11 Dairy Farm Walk (District 23)Tenure of Land99-years leasehold w.e.f 8 June 2022Expected Date of Completion (T.O.P.)Q1 2026 (31 Dec 2027 on paper)Site areaApprox. 15,663.2 sqm / 168,598.69 sqftTotal No. of Units386 Units in 5 Blocks of 9, 13, 14, 15 storeysCar Parks386 Lots in basement, including 4 EV Lots. Updated Fact Sheet Botany at Dairy Farm

Sim Lian Land, a subsidiary of Sim Lian Group Limited, has a remarkable track record of more than 40 years. The Group enjoyed a reputable standing as an established developer of residential developments and construction group with an extensive portfolio of developments built on the core foundations of prime location, quality workmanship and efficient space planning. The Group's impressive list of property development projects include The Lincoln Residences, Rochelle at Newton, Viz at Holland, Hillion Residences, Clover by the Park. The Pearl at Mount Faber. A Treasure Trove and Waterview. Exquisite craftsmanship and finishing, dedicated attention to intricate details and carefully thought through designs are the criteria the Group adhere to in delivering quality homes. These are the distinctive hallmarks that are reflected in the Sim Lian brand, having ranked amongst the Top 10 Developer in Singapore by BC! Asia in 2015 and 2016. Sim Lian Development Pte Ltd is a subsidiary of Sim Lian Holdings Pte Ltd ISLHI. Incorporated in 1996, Sim Lian Holdings' developments include commercial office buildings, retail malls, business spaces and private residential developments. It has presence in Singapore and Australia and is looking to diversify into other markets and asset classes. Some iconic projects developed by Sim Lian Holdings include Vision Exchange in Jurong Lake District. Hillion Mall and Hillion Residences in Bukit Panjang. Other investment assets include office towers in Brisbane and Melbourne. Sim Lian Holdings is dedicated to value creation and takes great pride in developing contemporary and efficient space for its users. Sim Lian Development continuously strives to enhance quality and service excellence and to remain steadfast in creating value for its clients.

Developer Track Records Project Highglights ✔ A quiet and serene location surrounded by landed and low-density housing ✔ Within 10mins walking distance to Hillview MRT station (Downtown Line) ✔ Live near nature – it’s surrounded by lush greenery, nature reserves and parks such as Dairy Farm Nature Park and Bukit Timah Nature Reserve. ✔ Many dining and shopping choices with nearby Hill V2 along Hillview Avenue, The Rail Mall, Junction 10, Bukit Panjang Plaza, Westmall, Bukit Timah Shopping Centre & Beauty World ✔ Close to Local Food Paradise, Bukit Timah Market, HillV2 & The Rail Mall ✔ Near to schools such as St Joseph Church Kindergarten, CHIJ Our Lady Queen of Peace, German European School Singapore, etc ✔ Near upcoming Beauty World Integrated Transport Hub ✔ Ideal choice for rental investment and own stay. ✔ Good Connectivity to CDB via Expressways such as Pan-island Expressway and Ayer Rajah Expressway

Location Highlights

The Botany At Dairy Farm condo is located between Dairy Farm Walk and Dairy Farm Lane and is 7 minutes’ walk from the Hillview MRT station. It is also near two major expressways - Pan-Island Expressway (PIE) and Bukit Timah Expressway (BKE). Towards The Botany's north is the Chestnut Avenue Good Class Bungalow (GCB) area, while its south faces the Dairy Farm Nature Park. Given the area’s low-density housing, future residents can look forward to a serene living environment, yet enjoy convenient access to a wide range of amenities. Right across Dairy Farm Lane is the German European School Singapore campus, or about 2 minutes’ walk away. This could potentially offer a good catchment of expatriate tenants, especially those working in the northern part of Singapore, such as the Woodlands Regional Centre and Sungei Kadut Eco District.

Actual Site

The Botany At Dairy Farm condo is within 10 minutes’ walk from the Hillview MRT station on the Downtown Line. Two stops on either direction of the Hillview MRT station are two integrated transport hubs (ITH) – Bukit Panjang and the upcoming Beauty World. ITHs are fully air-conditioned bus interchanges directly linked to MRT stations and adjoining commercial developments such as shopping malls. Nearby Amenities • 1 min walk – German European School Singapore  • 2 mins walk – Dairy Farm Mall (U/C)  • 3 mins walk – Dairy Farm Nature Park  • 9 mins walk – Hillview MRT (Downtown Line)  • 2 mins cycle – Dairy Farm Park Connector  • 3 mins cycle – 24km Rail Corridor  • Within 1km to the project – CHIJ Our Lady Queen of Peace and Bukit Panjang Primary School  • 2 mins drive – Bukit Timah Expressway  • 4 mins drive – The Rail Mall and HillV2  • 8 mins drive – Stevens Road  • 1 MRT stop – Future Beauty World Integrated Transport Hub  • 2 MRT stops – King Albert Park MRT (Downtown Line)  • 2 MRT stops – Hillion Mall and Bukit Panjang MRT (Downtown Line) / LRT / Bus Interchange  • 5 MRT stops – Botanic Gardens MRT (Downtown Line / Circle Line)  • 7 MRT stops – Newton MRT (Downtown Line / North-South Line)  Trains (MRT) • Hillview MRT Station (DT3) 780m Groceries/ Shopping • Cold Storage - Rail Mall 1.1KM HillV2 Mall - 1.15KM Junction 10 - 2.08KM   Schools • Fajar Secondary School 348m Chij Our Lady Queen Of Peace 598m Assumption English School 624m

Site Plan & Unit Mixes

The Botany at Dairy Farm truly brings home the essence of living in a lap of luxury with exclusive 386 residential units, where each unit comes fully furnished with various imported fittings and appliances.  Passing through the entrance arrival at The Botany, another world appears as if time has stood still. The immediate beauty of natural materials and elements captivates, instantly connecting guests with nature.  The design takes most advantage on what the site has to offer, unique in terms of the character and maximising on the scale. The landscape and architecture blends harmoniously with its expansive and serene surroundings, creating subtle yet distinctive design elements. The arrival deck is bright and welcoming, flanked with lush greenery. Open spaces are created in between the architecture in order to bring in light and provide an airy atmosphere.  Mornings can be spent retreating around the water bodies or small cozy pockets of landscape space, soft morning mist hankering around the air that would evoke tranquility and supply the peaceful sense of being that is synonymous with resorts and spas. The tranquility and drama of its setting, magnified by the breeze in the trees, further emphasize on the importance of nature within The Botany. 

Botany Dairy Farm- Site Plan Moving forward to the landscape deck, soft form trees are selected to create a recreational holiday experience. Residents can indulge in swimming in the clear waters, and even partake in leisurely activity like lounging along the pool, with a stupendous view in front of them. The design encourages connection to the outdoors. The standalone grand clubhouse with co-working space and gymnasium are placed strategically near to each other that opens up to endless possibilities. This conscious strategy within the heart of the development brings out moments of stillness, creating a combination between indoor and outdoor settings that perfectly captures the spirit of the occasion. Family inspired BBQ and dining pavilions allows all walks of life to gather and celebrate. Design Intent: • The Botany is designed with the quality of upscale, suburban residences fringed with abundance of luxurious green spaces. The development is an urban escape, designed to allow residents to experience a sanctuary of peace and tranquility amidst the hustle and buzzle of urban lifestyle in a resort like setting.  • Modern and contemporary architecture with extensive use of glass to bring brightness and light into the living spaces.  • The development is mainly orientated in a North-South direction to facilitate good ventilation and cross-wind.  • With the lush landscape, amenities like co-sharing workplace, gymnasium, function room, gourmet dining, etc in the clubhouse; they provide a great variety of lifestyle options within the development.  • Spacious and efficient layout to maximize comfort and enjoyment. Unit Mixes:  Typical Ceiling Height: 2.81m (5m for high ceiling units)  No Of Lift (per block): 2 Lifts No of Units (per floor): 8 units for block 3, 5, 7; and 4 units for block 9, 11 Constructions Type: PPVC Side Gates: 4 

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[eupheme]

— below the belt [into the fire, part iv]

part i | part ii | part iii | masterlist

cooper howard / the ghoul x f!reader

rated e - 4k

tags: dubcon, power dynamics, vault dweller!reader, bounty hunting, sex for favors, sub/dom elements, brief somno, fingering, light degradation, oral (f & m), light ass play, hair pulling, swallowing, miscommunication, cooper is a diiiccckk, canon-typical violence and death

a/n: just a small warning there’s very brief references about pregnancy and infertility in this, in reference to reader’s vault (in regards to other members)

“I don’t think I‘ve ever been more desperate. Told myself I’d do anything to make sure they didn’t find me.” A small smile, then - as you remember, "But then I found you, and..."

As you turn, you notice he's gone still. Hat tipped down low, a guarded look as the pink of his tongue slips across his teeth.

"Huh. Should've known." He muses - voice slow and rough, "Think I'm startin’ to put things together."

(Or - you open up, and things don’t go as planned)

There’s a pressure at your hips. Something nudging your thighs apart, strong and solid. The ghost of fingertips at the hem of your shirt, pushing the fabric up.

You stir in your sleep, the dark room swimming. Jerking awake at the press of something against your core - a hand splayed across your lower back, pinning you down.

A snarl in your throat, as you try to twist away.

“Easy there, you lil’ yao guai.” The Ghoul’s voice cuts through the dark, and with it - you feel your muscles start to ease.

“What are you doing?” You croak sleepily.

“Takin’,” He husks - teeth biting into the leather of his gloves, tearing them from his fingers.

Cupping you, the heel of his palm pressing against your clothed cunt. Fingers sliding beneath the thin fabric of your underwear, as your thighs nudge wider.

Back arching, as you stretch out on your belly. A rough hum as you fill his palm. Warm against his fingers, as the tip of one rubs at your clit.

“Was just gonna sleep.” It’s quiet. You don’t know if it’s early or late - the room still bathed in moonlight, “But seeing all this skin, the way you’re offering up your pussy on a silver platter…”

He tugs at your underwear, ripping it down your thighs, “Makes a man wanna take a bite.”

Teeth sink into the soft curve of your ass - a yelp as you jerk beneath him. Glaring at him from over your shoulder, from beneath heavy eyelids.

He’d been gone all day. Something about needing to check the next place out. Not wanting you slowing him down.

There had been a spike of something in your stomach at his words. Fear. Unease.

Condescension dripping in his tone, in his “You best stay put, or I’ll make you stay put.”

Funny how after all this time, it’s him being apartfrom you that had you pacing. Checking out the battered windows, ready to dart back down to the basement. Fighting the nausea of the RadAway still that lingers in your system as the radiation purges itself, after the days before.

Busying yourself with more scavenging. Scrubbing the grime and dust from your clothes in a bucket of radiated water, your pants still hanging off the back of a chair to dry.

The hours slowly ticking by, until the sun dipped under the horizon. The thin blanket pulled up to your chin, as you waited - until finally, you drifted off.

You’re not ready to unpack that. Or the fluttering in your belly now. The relief.

His features are even more skull-like in the darkness, his hat discarded on a nearby table. Faint shadows cast across his face by the still-buzzing static of the television. Dark hollows carved out at his nose, the set of his eyes.

A smear of red against his cheekbone. Flaking off the leather of his discarded gloves. Adrenaline slowly leeching from his system, from an unexpectedly rough afternoon. Unable to resist the urge to sink into something soft and wanting.

There’s a low sound of amusement as he nudges at you, urging you onto your knees. Your back still arched, shirt riding up to where your tits still press into the bed, your face now buried in the crook of an arm.

“Ain’t this a sight.” His hands grasp at your hips, fingers denting flesh as he spreads you open. Baring all of you to him.

Spit pools on his tongue. The dip of his head as his lips part - letting it drip down, warm and wet against your holes.

It makes you gasp, clenching down around nothing. He must see it, how you string tight, with the rough exhale he makes.

Your fingers curl against the mattress. Holding you breath - waiting for the press of his cock, the sharp stretch that you know will follow. Waiting for whatever he gives you.

Not expecting the brush of his tongue, as it flattens against your folds. Languid when it flicks up to your entrance. The sound you make is ragged, thighs pressing together.

They’re caught by his hands. Wrapping around the crook of your knees, forcing them apart again.

“No you don’t.” He hums, feeling your muscles flex in his grip, “You best keep these nice and spread for me.”

Another exploratory lick, tasting you - a muffled groan as he discovers how wet you are when he parts you.

He’s never touched you like this. Your mind is still caught on the kiss, his tongue against your tits, knuckles bruised by the bite of his teeth. Never expecting to know the feeling of his mouth anywhere else.

You don’t want him to stop. Arching more, using your leverage on the mattress to hike yourself higher for him.

“That’s more like it, sweetheart.” He rasps, “You learn fast, I’ll give you that.”

You keen, as he teases at your clit. Tight flicks of his tongue that have you rocking against him. Smearing his spit and your slick across your skin, before his lips are following.

Devouring you. Groaning at your taste.

“Been dyin’ for another taste,” It’s almost a coo, with the syrupy drawl of his words - muffled against your cunt, “Sweeter than stolen honey.”

Marveling at how wet you are, for him - in this dry and dead desert landscape. Nothing but sand and death for miles but you’re here, soft and slick against his mouth, biting back a muffled whine for more.

His tongue dips into your tight heat. Feeling the tight clench of you as he presses close, unhindered by the bulk of a nose.

Your hips rock against his face. Fully awake now, eyes tightly shut. Soft sounds melding with the suck of his mouth, thigh muscles tight and trembling.

“S’good,” It’s rough from sleep. Quiet, as if afraid he’ll stop if you reveal just how good he feels, “Feels so fucking good.”

A whine when his mouth does leave you.

“Yeah?” His voice is low, as his hand leave your legs. Thumbs finding the curve of your thigh, pressing into the meat of your ass, “Like getting tongue-fucked by a Ghoul?”

Opening you up, his thumb ghosting across your clit. Your answer is half-moan, half-sound, as he pinches the tight bud.

“Only if it’s yours.”

He makes a low, rough sound at that. Palming himself from his position behind you.

“Still talkin’. Sounds like you need a little more.” It’s your only warning before two of his fingers nudge against your opening.

Your gasp rings out, turning soft when they press deep to fill you. The nudge of his thumb with each plunge of his fingers bringing you ever closer. Unable to help the rock of your hips, as his fingers curl inside you.

Each breath is a pushed from you. Ragged and high-pitched, as your fingers pinch tighter. The slight plateau spiking again as he strokes against a spot his cock had found.

Fingers twisting, as the pleasure climbs higher. A third fitting into you, one knuckle at a time. It’s almost too much, your legs pressing flush against his, knees locking as heat pools in your belly.

“Look at these tight little holes. Always takin’ what I give you,” He admires, as feels the way you clench down around him.

The tip of his thumb sweeping up. Following the path of slick and spit, until it rubs against your tight rim, “Good girl like you gonna let me in here, too?”

It shocks you. His words, that hint of praise. How unexpected his touch is. Your focus narrows to the pad of his thumb, the steady pump of his fingers. His groan rough as he feels you tighten around his fingers.

“Fuck. Filthy little thing.” He grins, adding the slightest pressure.

Your own moan is wanton, loud and needy in the near-silent room. So close you can almost reach out and taste it - ready to sink your teeth into the ripe flesh.

“I’m gonna-” You manage, but it peters off, slipping into a moan.

“What? You gonna come?” He mocks, but it’s ragged. Losing its edge with his own need - too focused the wet squelch of his fingers, how your hips buck against his palm.

The mattress is rough against your cheek as you nod. Words are all but stolen from you now, leaving unable to answer. Nothing left but the ache for your release, everything inside you winding tight.

With your soft sighs, his neck bends - another lick against your pussy, where his fingers still pound.

The next slick brush is against your clit. The tilt of his head so his tongue can flick at the tight bud. Again and again - and with the third, you feel yourself shatter.

You wail, as he rips it from you. A bright pulse that radiates inside you - your release dripping from you with the clench of your cunt. A low hum as he feels how hard you come around his fingers, against his tongue.

Eyes closed so tightly that stars spark behind your lids. There’s the rough cadence of his voice, but everything is muted except the pleasure that sends your nerves alight.

Not noticing the panting whines are coming from you, until you drift back down.

Softening, when his fingers ease from you. A hiss when he leaves you empty, already missing the heavy fullness.

“Flip over,” The Ghoul growls, as he leans back on his heels.

Your muscles tight in the best way from the bend of your knees, the pounding of his fingers. A soft groan as you shift, your back pressing into the mattress as your thighs open for him.

His eyes already there, seeing the slick shine between your legs, the pretty gape where he’s worked you open. There’s the clink of his belts, as he works himself free, achingly hard in his palm.

Anticipation swelling as you wait for him to hike your legs around his waist and bury himself in you.

That heavy gaze flicks up, instead. Bare skin, the pushed-up tangle of your shirt. The cock-drunk haze of your eyes. Your soft, parted lips as you catch your breath.

He’s like a shadow as he crawls up you. Tattered coat licking at your legs, lean thighs spreading as they bracket your ribs.

A hand plants next to your head as he arcs over you. The other wrapping around his cock - where it hangs heavy, brushing your chest.

Your eyes are wide, focused on the thick shine of him as he works your slick over his cock - how the flushed head disappears with the stoke of his fingers. Lips already parted in anticipation.

His hand unwrapping, fingers slipping against your bottom lip. Hooking around your teeth, as your tongue licks at his knuckles.

A sharp inhale, when you close around and suck.

“Gonna use this mouth,” He husks, “The way it ought to be used.”

Pressure against your jaw, until you’re opening. He leans back, thighs spreading wider. The hand by your ear leaving to curl around his base.

Eyes dark as he feeds himself into your mouth. You can’t help but moan when he hits your tongue - the musky taste of you that clings to him.

Fingers slipping free, but his eyes stay fixed as he inches between your lips. How quick you are to close around him - watching the grit of his jaw. Licking over the rough and uneven flesh, swollen and leaking against your tongue.

He eclipses everything else, with how he fills your vision. A hand slipping beneath your head to angle you, so you can take him deeper.

A shallow thrust that inches towards the back of your throat, constricting around him as you moan.

Intention in the way you slide your hands up for him. Fingers wrapped around the straps of the pack you were using as a pillow. His knees framing your tits, as he rocks into your mouth.

A silent submission that he does not miss. The curl of his lip and the shine of teeth, as you let him decide how much you can take.

His weight presses into your chest, keeping you pinned. Unable to go deep at this angle, but content with the hot suck of your mouth, the wet swirl of your tongue. Finding his rhythm, the clink of his spurs as his knees dig into the ground with each thrust.

There’s an unsteady buck of his hips, and his shaft scrapes against your teeth. You go still - eyes rounding with a jolt of fear - but all he does is let loose a rough groan, chin jutting as his teeth click together.

His hand still cradles the back of your head. Fingers twisting in the hair at the nape of your neck, but not enough to hurt. Almost as if grounding himself, as he pumps into your mouth.

“Goddamn.” He growls, “Should thank whoever taught you to suck cock. Gonna make me come, sweetheart-”

Your eyes do close then, resisting the urge to let your hands drift. To slide up his thighs, across his vest, aching to slip beneath. They curl instead, grasping at the straps.

Air rushing into your lungs, as he pulls from you. Eyes fluttering open to catch the way he strokes himself, angling the tip towards your parted and glossy lips.

“You gonna take it?” He rasps, and you nod - letting your tongue peek out for him.

His hand tugs at your hair, his chin tipping down to watch, “Wanna hear you say it. You gonna let me fill your pretty mouth?”

You don’t know when use became let, but if he wants your permission - he has it. It’s always been his, even when it’s been wrapped tightly around you. Tied up in a bow.

“Yeah,” Your eyes are on his when you say it. Focusing on the grit of his jaw, the dark shine of his eyes, “I wanna taste you.”

His fingers tighten, brow pinching. A jerk of his hips into his fist - something bitten back between his teeth, caught in the heave of his chest.

“Open.” The Ghoul groans, and it’s all the warning you get before he’s coming - spilling across your lips, and then into the wet heat of your mouth.

Your eyes flicking up to watch again, though you’re torn. Tempted to watch the rough jerk of his fist, all that exposed skin. But it’s nothing compared to the way he looks at you as you take him. The weight of his gaze, the baring of teeth that has nothing to do with anger.

The Ghoul still tastes like a man should, as the salt of him as it floods your tongue. The kick of his length between your lips with each throb, his eyes rolling shut as he milks himself into your mouth.

His thumb smears across your lower lip, before it sinks inside to join his cock. A ragged breath, when he feels you swallow around both. Your tongue flicking across your lips when he eases from you, the tips of your fingers wiping away the rest.

“Fuckin’ Christ.” It’s a low exhale, a held tension gone from his shoulders. Fingers finally loosening from your hair, though you would have kept your heady steady for him without them.

He flops down on the mattresses, where they are pushed together. Stretching out beside you, the long hours finally catching up to him.

A lift of his hips as he tucks himself away, as you reach down to find the twist of fabric around your knees - tugging your underwear back into place.

Your mind is blissfully quiet - drowsy again, in the late hour and your post-orgasmic haze. Warm, as you roll on your side, studying him from under half-lidded eyes.

He’s close. Enough you can see the rough cut of his cheekbones, the straight line of his teeth. A second as you wonder, not for the first time, what he might have looked like before.

Your cheek grazes his shoulder, as a dark eye flicks your way. An arm splayed out, still tucked beneath your neck from where he had angled your head.

The phantom pinch of his fingers still lingers. The taste of him on your tongue when you lick against your teeth.

“What?” He grouses - as he does, when he can’t read you. When you manage to surprise him.

“Nothing.” You murmur, sleepily, “Just glad you made it back.”

It’s easy then, for your head to tilt without thinking. For your lips to ghost against his throat, where his pulse flutters beneath rough skin.

A ragged breath rattles in his chest, when you press another kiss lazily against his jaw. He stiffens beside you, fingers curled in the fabric of your shirt.

Before he’s pushing - rolling you over. Tucking you between him and the old basement wall, his back to the locked door.

“Yeah, yeah.” He grunts. All bark now, with the way his bare fingers splay across your skin, where your shirt has ridden up.

“Get some sleep. Long walk tomorrow.”

The morning dawns, and there’s something about it that seems more clear.

Or maybe it’s just you, your mind drifting back to the night before. How you woke up with the heavy press of him against you.

It hadn’t lasted long - a rough groan against your ear. Nothing said as the hat fixed itself back where it belongs. A silent tilt of his head towards to door, indicating the departure.

He still follows behind you, but you think just a bit of that gap between you has closed. A silent corner being turned, somewhere between dusk and dawn.

Only thing shared is that he’s narrowed the bounty down to a settlement, six miles from here. Deeper into the desert, instead of the crop of trees you had been hoping to head towards. Shade would be a welcome improvement, to the miles on empty road.

Maybe before, you would have been disappointed. But somehow - today - you don’t mind.

"Yesterday." The Ghoul’s voice comes from behind you - some time later, "You didn't want to stay alone."

It's not a question, but you can hear the way his words trail off. A second as you pick through your thoughts, settling on something you’ve been carrying since the beginning.

"Didn't want to be found." The wind carries your words back to him.

A few more steps pass, before he's asking, "What'd a thing like you do to get a bounty?"

Your steps slow, until he's beside you. A sideways look sent his way, catching his eye.

"You took it." It's the first real time it's been addressed, after your init meeting, "Wouldn't you know?"

He could outpace you if he wanted, with those long legs. Content enough at the moment, to stick by your side, "I know what I know. Wanna hear your side."

You hum, contemplating. Wondering how to explain. If it would make sense to a man like him. If he’d think you were weak.

"Our Overseer had a… god complex," You start slowly - never having to explain it out loud, trying to find the words, "Had it coded in the beginning that only his direct, patrilineal bloodline could work the Vault. Everything went through him."

Food. Water. Power. Everything locked under codes and keys. Thumbprints and DNA, the role of Overseer shared across the current generation.

"All his sons, then their sons, and so on... they all got married off to other families in the Vault. Or they’d find a way to bring in new blood from the outside.” Your mother had been a Wastelander, carrying you when she had been traded. You had never seen the sun until a few weeks ago.

“If you couldn't produce a male heir, you disappeared. If you tried to leave, they'd bring you back, and then you'd disappear. Been like that a long time."

A whispered secret that many knew. Followed, because the security of control and safety outweighed the horrors of the unknown. The knowledge that whether you left or not, your bones would stay in the Vault.

"So what? Didn't want to play the role of broodmare in your utopia?" He sneers, and it's not the first time you've picked up on his distaste of the Vaults, of Vault Dwellers like you.

“Seems like a goddamn picnic compared to the shit you see up here."

“You asked.” Your arms cross over your chest, as you scowl at him.

A few weeks ago and you would have gone silent. Now, you’re starting to her used to his gruff comments, the sharp bristle. Waiting, until his eyes tear away, a small jerk of his chin to continue.

"My name got drawn. Was supposed to marry one. But… in the last five years he's gone through three wives. Not a single child." You can feel the weight of his gaze on your face, the pinch of his brow.

A beat, as you start off again, "Told you, I worked as a chemist. I saw his vitals. It wasn't them, but  for it."

"So you left." His words comes reluctantly, as he fits the pieces together, "I take it they weren't happy about that."

"Wasn't gonna let it be me next." You nod, "But no, they weren't. Like I said, no one truly leaves, but I was dead either way, right?”

A beat, as you take a breath to steady yourself. Stuck in the fear from that day and the ones that followed, afraid of your own shadow.

“I don’t think I‘ve ever been more desperate. Told myself I’d do anything to make sure they didn’t find me.” A small smile, then - as you remember, "But then I found you, and..."

As you turn, you notice he's gone still. Hat tipped down low, a guarded look as the pink of his tongue slips across his teeth.

"Huh. Should've known." He muses - voice slow and rough, "Think I'm startin’ to put things together."

"What are you talking about?" You ask with a frown, thrown off by the change in pace.

"I think you know." He presses, your eyes flicking down to watch the way his wrist reflexively presses against the butt of his revolver, where it juts from his holster.

Scowling now, stalking closer, "Not a bad plan, Vaultie. Was gonna have to fuck someone either way, right? Might as well pick the man with the biggest gun. That what you thought?”

There's venom in his tone, biting into you. The first time his fury has fully been directing at you, freezing you in place.

A shake of your head, your voice sounding small, "It's-, it’s not like that."

You haven’t been using him. Not like he thinks, though you don’t know why he’s so angry. He’s treated almost everything like a transaction - keeping you at arms length.

You’ve been the one that’s falling, not him.

"Christ, you really had me going. You're a damn good liar, you know that?" He spits, with a low shake of his head. A scoff, as his eyes narrow, "Been wondering why you’ve been offerin’ yourself up so eagerly to me."

It makes your head spin, as you try to make sense of his words. Another small shake, the words caught in your throat.

You don't know how to explain that your desperation in the beginning did have its roots in self-preservation. But in all the days and moments that have passed - that surely, surely he couldn’t still think so.

“I know how it sounds but, I-” Your words cut off, as a hand reaches out, wrapping around your bicep. Yanking you closer until you stumble.

"You do, huh? Let me tell you, all you did was trade one devil for another.” The words ground out, snarled between clenched teeth, “You're a goddamn fool if you think I hadn’t been planning on turnin' you in the first chance I get."

His words chip away at your heart. With an effort you try to wrench your arm away - a shove against his chest that does nothing, as your own fury boils inside you.

"How can you say that? You found me, asshole." You snarl, "I haven't lied about anything. I could have left, but I stayed because I wanted to. Didn’t last night mean anything to you?”

“It was just business.” He growls, “Ain’t that right?”

The look he gives you is the final piece that shatters you, as his fingers pinch harder against your skin.

He never cared after all.

Your throat aches. The urge to fight, to make him understand, slips through your fingers. Another shove, harder this time, right into his gut. A ragged breath as his grip loosens, and it's all you can do to twist on your heel.

Shooting him a venomous glance from over your shoulder, "If you're going to take me in, then fucking do it."

You don’t care anymore. Waiting for the rope to lasso around your waist. Bind tightly around your throat, until it chokes you.

But, it doesn't.

You don't look back.

Tears prick your eyes, as you hoist your pack higher on your shoulder. One of the few things that has made the journey with you - so much shed over the miles.

You had endured enough. Had thought something had changed, since those first days together. That maybe, as the days had passed, he had softened. That maybe you weren’t alone in your feelings. That offer just a mask, to act on them. 

All you did was trade one devil for another.

A foolish thought. It makes your jaw grit, an angry shake of your head. You wouldn't cry over him, not after everything you've been through.

The edge of the abandoned town passes, fuzzy with the way your eyes fix ahead.

Blinded to the rest of the world, as you set off for the unknown.

Small pieces forming a loose semblance of a plan. Something about another settlement, a while down the road, into the forest. No bounty there, but you didn’t give a shit anymore.

With the food in your pack, you might be able to trade for some caps. Find some work - maybe stick around, if it's safe.

If not, it's not like you're not used to sleeping on the ground.

Sand leads to dirt paths, then to grass. Brushing your ankles as you weave through the barren forest, the bark stripped bare and bleached by the sun.

The weight of him follows you, though you do not turn around. A hand held loosely on your holster by habit more than anything, as you pick your way across fallen branches.

You didn't need him. Right now you tell yourself you didn't even want him.

But, you’ve never been a good liar.

There's the snap of a branch, then. A metallic creak.

It's cruel, how your heart leaps. How you look for him, breath held with the swivel of your head.

Only to feel like you are falling, when it's not the Ghoul. When a figure steps out from the trees. Two more from an outcropping of rock.

Your body freezes on its own, when you see them. All familiar.

The two from the town, those days ago. Springing to your mind now, as you had peered from over his shoulder at the bounty board. The amateurs - the man with the scar, and his partner.

And the other. All that blue - encased in padded leather armor. He is the one that makes your blood run cold, your fingers curling into fists.

Baine. He was from your Vault. Someone they sent out to bring people back, and every time they came home battered - left to you to patch up, if they lived that long.

"Took a bit you find you," He smiles, though it does not reach his eyes, "Had to enlist in some local help. Thought you'd never split off from that creature."

Your head whips to the side, as they shift - trying to box you in. Fear and fury licks in you, as you grit out, "He's not a creature."

He scoffs, "You keep strange company, but you'll be back where you belong soon enough. I am sure the Overseer will be... forgiving, if you come quietly."

The man with the scar lunges - reaching for your arm. At the same time, you remember yourself. Just able to get your fingers around the butt of your gun, drawing it out.

There's a snarl but you're firing - downing him just before he reaches you, his body careening over the edge of the rock. Your aim twitches towards Baine, but he's faster.

His hand wrapping around your wrist, twisting until you cry out - fingers opening. A sharp pain in your chest, as his fist slams into it.

Fingers unfurling to reveal the syringe, slipped between your ribs. The plunger flush with the base - whatever was inside, already flooding through you.

"Should've gone quietly, girl." It's faded, as if you're in a tunnel. The world tilting on an axis, as your legs give out.

You cry out, for him - the broken noise sounding like it comes from a thousand miles away.

And then… there's nothing.

(someone got their feelings hurt 👀) thank you so much for reading!! 💖 I have really loved writing this and them, really appreciate all the love!!

[ddrqoyote]

i hate thirtysomething basement dwellers acting like they own the internet and everyone who showed up after them is doing it wrong, and they whine about how it was all "stolen" from them and "the internet should never have been democratized"

like they're the same people who always talk about what a world-changing miracle the internet is. so they admit they wanted to keep that miracle all to themselves forever AND they want to be PITIED because they couldn't? i'm selfish as hell and if i was in their position i might think that, but even i wouldn't be dumb enough to think that made me a GOOD PERSON.

if it upsets them that much they should just gather up all the friends they made (if it was really so great they must've made friends right) and make a private discord or start a little forum where no one will bother them. that's what i do.

also yes not being corporatized was a very good thing but half of them either think idiocracy was a documentary (it was a throwaway b-movie and anyone who cares about it almost 20 years later is a tool) or they're upset they have to go to a smaller website to call people f*gs now.

fuck.

[scottbcrowley2]

‘Parasite’ shines light on South Korean basement dwellers - Sat, 15 Feb 2020 PST

For many South Koreans, the image of a cramped basement apartment portrayed in the Oscar-winning film “Parasite” rings true ‘Parasite’ shines light on South Korean basement dwellers - Sat, 15 Feb 2020 PST

[wyrmguardsecrets]

Watching the House Transphobia member have a meltdown calling people the r word and the f word and saying people are basement dwellers at the same time trying to double down and say "we're not the bad guys" is the reason why people don't want to interact with them. "People are joining us more than before" That's not a good thing. That means they're equally shitty people.

[ordinaryschmuck]

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

“IT’S NOT CHRISTMAS!”

Once you finished having Thanksgiving dinner, the rule is that you must start celebrating Christmas! I don’t make the rules, I just abide by them.

“But what if you don’t celebrate Christmas?”

...Then I’m sorry that your holiday is deemed unimportant to the majority of the community. I don’t think it is, but most of the world does.

And what a better way to get started in getting into the Christmas spirit than watching Christmas specials?

Today, we’ve got the Christmas special/mid-season finale (even though it wasn’t planned to be the mid-season finale) of Amphibia!

And it. Was...Alright.

That’s really all I can say about it. In NO WAY is it bad, but it’s not really an episode I would revisit. There are some good things though:

Mrs. Boonchuy’s reason to want to get a float is admirable and probably even relatable to some.

Mr. Boonchuy trying so hard to get the perfect Christmas photo is pretty funny.

Anne’s willingness to go the extra mile for her parents is beyond heartwarming, and really shows how deeply she cares about them.

The Plantars being confused as all f**k about what Christmas is about is pretty funny, and think Sprig sells the point best: “I may not understand it, but I think I liked it.”

King Andrias going full basement dweller over his new drone is also pretty funny. Have I ever mentioned that this series’ strong suit was its comedy?

It’s nice that all these returning characters come together to help Anne.

That final fight in the end was pretty epic.

AND that ending. I won’t give away what happens, but I will say that it finally takes the show in a direction I’ve been wanting it to take for F**KING WEEKS! And I’m SO excited to see what comes of it!

So, yeah. There’s a lot to love about this episode. There are not really any complaints that I have that don’t go beyond petty nitpicking, so I think it’s safe to say that it’s an A+ for me. It’s cute, fun, and if you want to get into the holiday spirit, this will be a nice place to start. Have a Merry Christmas--

“IT’S NOT CHRISTMAS!”

Shut up.

Have a Merry Christmas, and I’ll see you all next time. Peace.

(Also, is it just me, or did they really over-hyped Rebecca Sugar’s song?)