#i was throw into a furnace but i felt the bone deep cold n all that relatively normal shit but it felt so foreign i was scared

[ii-zi]

My heads a little odd it's like it was filled w water and it had a marble or something and everything I disturbe the water with sound or movement the marble thing goes crazy

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

I desperately need a hug/snuggles/spending the night by my bedside type of thing with either Nomad Steve, Johnny Storm, Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, or all of the above. Just not feeling the greatest and need a booster if at all possible.

Scuffles broke out in the tail end all the time, people so high strung in these hellish hostile conditions, they so easily turned on one another when it became to much.

You just happened to be in the middle of this one. You ducked against the wall, trying not to get stamped on or stabbed as screams and yells echoed off the walls. Ducking your head under your arms when things started flying through the air.

Someone get me out, Please!

Hands were suddenly scooping you off the ground, panic making you fight in resistance at first till you were crushed into an all familiar chest and voice grunted in your ear. "Hush, I'm getting you out of here."

You clung to him, if at all possible you would have sink into him to never return at all. Eyes screwed shut, you put your trust in Curtis. Before you knew it, the screams were fading behind you and Curtis was unfolding you from his grasp and into his lap. Large protective hands tilting your face off his chest where you had it pressed. "Let me see You Pretty Girl."

Your fingers curled into his threadbare sweater while your racing heart started to calm down, the gentle touches he gave along your face and neck were soothing, his voice a deep calm that you let settle into your chest. When you did lift your gaze to look at him, there was relief in his sharp eyes as he cupped your cheek. "Thats my girl, you had me scared for a minute."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself in close to him. Truth be told, so were you.

It was so dark when the Nomad found his way into your home, cautious as always while he descended down the hallway. It was always a throw caution to the wind moment coming to you, but a man, even those on the run, still had needs.

And that was you, your arms became the home he craved, the one he never had before. How good it felt to be welcomed, not for what he could give you, but for the simple fact that he needed you and you were never one to take from him.

Maybe it was selfish on his part to want something just good in his life, but the moment he saw you kneeling in the center of the bed waiting for him, he didnt mind being a selfish man.

Encased in silver moonlight, you effieciently helped him shed the captain identity till there was nothing but steve rogers falling into your bed. Shared kisses passed between you both as he caged you underneath him, your hands sliding to link over his shoulders and legs around his slender hips.

"Welcome home Steve"

"Mhm so good Kitten." Ransom praised as he reached up to loosen the knot on the headboard, freeing you from your ties. You couldnt help the shy but proud smile as you sunk into the pillows beneath you while his hands rubbed along your arms to ease any of the tension.

"Took it all so well, how do you feel?" He inquired. Ransom might be a son of a bitch most the time, but these moments after you two had particularly rough sex, he was doting. Checking in, taking care of you, making sure your needs were met after you allowed him his.

"I'm okay, thirsty?" You croaked out and he nodded, going to grab you a water which you took gratefully. He settled in behind you, hands rubbing along your back until you settled back into him, coccooned in his arms.

Tomorrow he would be back to his smug selfish behaviour, but tonight Ransom Drysdale was only about one thing. You.

The weather outside was truly frightful. Cold sunk into your bones till you felt like you would never warm back up.

But you knew better because you had a secret weapon. Johnny.

After stamping the snow off, and shedding your outer wear, you went to seek him out following the sound of excited curses and video games. He was sitting on the edge of the couch, controller in hand trying to beat a level.

Grey sweats and a white wife beater never looked so hot on a person. You admired a moment till you were curling up to him. A sideways glance from him had him suddenly hitting save and wrapping you into his arms, making you squeal in surprise as he pulled you into his lap, falling into a recline on the couch.

"You are frozen, you came to the right place to warm up babygirl." He teased with warm kisses across your face as you wriggled in his lap to get comfy. And maybe tease him a bit as he groaned softly against your lips.

"You are my own personal furnace Johnny" you rubbed your nose against his as you tucked your hands in under his shirt, effectively feeling him start to heat a bit more.

"Always glad to be of service." He winked and shared a playful kiss that had you giggling against his lips. "I missed you today, I'm glad your finally back. Your spending the night right?"

"If You dont mind, I don't want to go back out in that tonight and try to hail a cab."

You swore the bigger he grinned, the warmer he got as he tightened his arms around you. "Stay as long as you want Babygirl. I love having you here."

A/N- nonnie, I hope your night/day gets better babes 💙 sending all the love and hugs possible. Also I wrote this at 3 am, so any weird mistakes, its because I'm half asleep still.

[thero0ks]

Train Cars & Letters <Jacob Frye: A Rose From Starrick’s Garden Pt. 2> NSFW!

I had a request for some hot and heavy Jacob. Your author is going to go take a cold shower after writing this. I also turned this into a part 2 of A Rose From Starrick’s Garden since you all seemed to like it so much! Possible part 3?

SMUT AHEAD!

Also choking kink ahead

Please don’t read if you’re under 18. 

                                            Train Cars & Letters

Thick leather boots kicked the train car door open as he lowered her feet to the floor. He took care to lock each door, throwing her a cocky grin, “I don’t want to be interrupted.” 

He replaced his damp coat with a soft blanket, “I’ll make a fire love.” He said, placing a soft kiss on her lips. He placed his jacket on a hook, and got to work with kindling and a piece of flint he carried around. (E/c) eyes watched his muscles strain against the white button down he wore. The blanket he gave her smelled of gunpowder, leather and something distinctly Jacob. 

He brushed back a lock of hair, his hat somewhere deep in the Thames by now. He slowly added each log to the fire taking great care in his task.

Her shift was still soaked, the damp London air did nothing to dry it. “You still wearing that?” Jacob teased as he unbuttoned his vest. His wet clothes clung to his skin as he peeled the layers away. The train car windows fogged up as steam rose off his body. The Englishman was a furnace, and Y/N realized she couldn’t feel her toes. 

“And leave myself at the mercy of the infamous Gang Leader and Master Assassin Jacob Frye?” She teased back, reaching for the drawstring of her shift. She made quick work of pulling it over her head. Goosebumps ran across her skin and she quickly pulled the blanket closer.

His deep chuckle sent shivers down her spine. Jacob stood in front of her in only his trousers. Her eyes widened as she followed the lines of his body down to the little trail of hair that disappeared into his trousers. “I fear I’m the one who may be at your mercy.” 

A blush bloomed at her cheeks at having been caught staring. “Ah, there is my innocent kitten.” A pang shot straight to her core at the nickname. “Let me get you warm.” Jacob tugged at the blanket, waiting for her approval. She let the blanket fall from her shoulders, as he picked her up. The heat of his chest was a warm welcome to her icy skin. “You’re freezing.” Jacob commented rubbing her limbs with his palms to create heat. Her skin felt like silk against hit calloused hands. 

His hazel eyes flickered down for a quick peek. Her curves had enraptured him, and his eyes slowly drank her in. (E/c) eyes followed his gaze. Her instinct to cover her nakedness was tampered by the heady look in his eyes. Never had a man looked at her in such a state; (skin tone) skin glowing in the firelight, with her curves on display. 

Jacob Frye knew how to steal a woman’s heart. The charms he was gifted with, spared no one. He was the kind of man who had a shelf full of hearts, some intentional and some coincidental. It was in his nature, and he always kept his heart in a cage. Roth had been the only one to unlock it, and had returned it in shambles. 

The (e/c) eyes that flickered up at him expected nothing. Never in his life had he experienced such recklessness. To look at someone without expectations was unconditional. Something so rare, especially to come from someone so broken. He hadn’t thought of what this would lead to. Jacob seldom thought things through to completion. He just saw how decadent she looked in that dress, and how his heart felt when Crawford held her tight. 

The look she had given the Templar was different than the one she had given him. She had wanted that arrogant man to take control, but she wanted Jacob to completely ruin her. She wanted Jacob to fill up every inch of her, so that she could never touch another man without thoughts of him. 

He’d been with other people, but none ever wanted to take so much from him; and he wanted to give her every piece of him. He didn’t have to worry about falling alone, she’d already taken the leap whether he’d follow her or not. He was reckless with life, and she with love. Two sides of the same coin, and yet he was hesitant. 

Doubt crept into his mind. Doubts he always plastered over with a smirk and a cocky attitude. Staring into her eyes he realized he had never fooled her, she had always seen right through him. She knew what laid behind hazel eyes, but she never said a word. 

The mattress dipped as he sat down on the bed. He kept her in his lap as he kissed down her neck. Hands gripping her through the blanket. His whiskers scraped against her neck taking great care to place love bites in areas that solicited moans. He tugged at the blanket asking for silent permission. 

Y/N pulled the thin fabric from her body discarding it somewhere on the floor. Calloused fingertips explored her skin leaving goosebumps in its place. The soft flesh of her chest swayed with every little movement, and Jacob was mesmerized at the sight. He took great care rolling each nipple with his thumb. The sinful sounds that escaped her lips sent him into a frenzy. Soon nothing seemed enough. He needed to feel her warmth. His fingers trailed down to her stomach. Dipping his fingers in her pussy he let out a strained groan, “bloody hell you’re wet.”

“Fuck Jacob.” Her voice came out on a sharp exhale, as his fingers rubbed circles on her clit. By her squirms it wasn’t enough, and he was more than happy to speed things up. Her sex was warm, and her nails gripped his forearm pushing his fingers further into her. Hips bucked into his fingers as his hand trailed up her neck. His palm lightly gripped her neck, “is this okay?” He asked, squeezing her neck once indicating his plans. “Yes, please.” The plea escaped her lips as her nails dug into his hip. 

His hand tightened around her throat, her hand gripped his forearm a clear indication she had no desire for him to stop anytime soon. “You like that you little minx?” He purred in her ear as his two fingers rubbed against her g-spot, while his palm slid against her clit. “You’re going to leave a mess.” 

Jacob bit his lip when she clamped down on his fingers. It was clear his words had sent her over the edge, and he was trying not to fall as well. He distracted himself with cooing words, and stroking her hair as she came down from her high. 

“Let me suck your cock.” He didn’t think tonight could get any hotter until that demand escaped her lips. He’d already leaned back on his elbows to watch her pop the button of his pants. She didn’t make a move to pull them down yet. Instead, she placed open mouth kisses down his stomach. He stomach flexed with each nip to his hip bones. “You’re a fucking tease.” He groaned, as she sucked a hickey right above his cock. “Fuck,” he hissed. When she finally pulled at his pants, he toed his boots off and discarded his pants in record time. She settled on her knees between his thighs, giving his velvety head a few strokes. She popped his tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue. “Where the fuck did you learn to suck dick?” Jacob groaned, which solicited a hum that vibrated pleasantly against his cock. She took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks, and he found himself involuntarily bucking his hips into her mouth. He brushed her hair back, enamored with the sight of his cock disappearing into her mouth. 

“Fuck I’m close.” He breathed, and she released him with an audible pop. His body shuddered at the sound. He pulled her onto the bed, “hands and knees.” He ordered, he gave her plump ass a smack satisfied with the sound. She’d buried her face in the mattress. “Mmmm, you like it deep?” He asked, running his fingers over her cunt. Satisfied with how wet she was. 

“Jacob would you just fuck me?” 

A chuckle escaped his lips as he ran his cock along her lips, coating it in her juices. “Eager are we? I believe you’re missing a please.” 

“I swear Jacob Frye, if you make me beg for your fucking cock I-“ he cut her off with another smack to her ass. He gripped her soft skin rubbing the sting away. 

“You were saying?” 

“Would you fuck me, please?” 

“I suppose we can work on your manners some other time.” He said before plunging himself as deep as he could go. She gasped at his size. He remained buried in her trying to compose himself. In his impulsiveness, he didn’t think about how tight she actually was. “Fuck you’re tight.” He started a slow pace until he was accustomed to the feel. He wasted no time in setting a brutal pace, snapping his hips to solicit small squeaks from her by how hard he was pushing into her. Movement caught his eye as he gazed down.

“Fuck, are you touching yourself?” Jacob asked, pulling her up, so her back was to his chest. Hazel eyes flickered down to her fingers working her clit. He tightened his hold on her throat, and watched her chest rise with an impending orgasm. The height difference kept him buried deep in her at this angle. With his other hand he rolled her nipple with his thumb. “Is that pretty pussy going to come for me?” His voice was husky, knowing his words would send her over the edge. He buried his face in her neck when she came. The way she gripped him had him cumming close behind. 

He stilled as they caught their breath. He dreaded pulling out too sensitive after his orgasm. When he finally pulled out he solicited a small sound from her. Her body was just as sensitive from their act. After cleaning them both up he nestled in behind her. Her skin was cool and felt good against his hot skin. 

The train car ricketed against the tracks, and the fire crackled. Jacob combed his fingers through her (dark/light) locks. It felt like silk against his hands. “Jacob?” Her soft voice broke the silence.

“Hmmm?” He never faltered in playing with her hair. Mesmerized by her silken locks.

Her tongue darted out, anxious for his response to her next words, “was this a one time thing?” 

Jacob was startled by her question. He’d wanted to be with her so long, and she had no idea how he actually felt. He thought he’d been more than obvious in the way he’d always volunteer to go on missions with her, the way he’d place his jacket on her shoulders when she was cold, and the way he looked at her.

“You don’t know?” 

She gazed up at him with inquiring eyes. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” He admitted, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t think there is two people more deserving...” 

Those words were familiar, she’d finally received an answer to her question she’d forgotten to even ask. “The two people you were referring to...it was us, wasn’t it?” 

He placed a kiss on the curve of her neck. “I’ve been dropping not so subtle hints for months.” He admitted. “You really are oblivious.”

“I never thought you’d actually like me.” She admitted.

He scoffed, “it’s impossible to not fall in love with you.” His tone grew serious, “you’re like a storm. You either sit and admire it, or you run madly in it, and I guess I got tired of sitting.”

He’d laid his heart out plainly for her. It was more than just a whim for him. Y/N hadn’t expected the evening to transpire the way it had. She expected to be warming the Templar Grandmaster’s bed, not Jacob’s. A relationship could complicate so many things, but she realized that none of the mattered. Her heart already knew the answer, even if mind had to play catch up. “Then you’ll run in it with me?” 

“Always.”

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The next morning Y/N woke to the pounding on a train car door. “You have exactly five seconds before I pick this lock.” 

“Piss off Evie.” Jacob shot back throwing a pillow at the door. 

The door was instantly flung open. “Evie maybe you should give them some privacy.” Henry’s voice trailed off as she hovered over Jacob. 

“Really? You too Y/N?” Evie tisked, folding her arms across her chest. 

“Look, I’ll get on the research as soon as I get dressed.” Y/N said stifling a yawn. 

Evie threw her robes at Y/N. “Put these on and meet me at the tea shop.”  

“Thank you Evie.” 

Jacob’s hand shot out, “stay love. Research can wait.” 

“You know she’ll just come back right?” 

Jacob groaned, “sod it.” 

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The tea shop door bell jingled. Evie snapped the book shut, “This came for you.” Gloved hands gave her the crisp envelope. Y/N’s name neatly scrolled across the front. Jacob stared over her shoulder, and Evie craned her neck to take a peak as well. An unbroken red wax seal kept the envelope sealed. “Is that?” Y/N’s voice came out as a whisper.

“Starrick’s seal?” Evie finished for her. 

“This came with it.” Henry added, handing Y/N the blood red rose. It was the sweetest rose she’d ever smelt in her life. Her throat felt thick as she swallowed. 

“Does this mean something?” Jacob pressed, seeing her unease. 

Y/N nodded, her heart pounded as her fingers tore at the seal. The world quit spinning as she unfurled the letter. Her eyes flickered over the perfect penmanship. 

Dear Y/N L/N,

I hope this letter found you swiftly, and you enjoyed my gift. I never got your name last night, but not to fear. I too have people all over the city, and I was able to put a name to such a divine face. 

We never got to finish our dance last night, or play out the evening I had planned. Not to worry, I am working on a plan to rectify the situation. Do not try to flee the city, before the dance is over. Jacob Frye cannot always protect you, and we will meet again so we can finish our dance in peace.

My people looked into your history with the Creed. I believe you can still be set on the right path with a little bit of teaching. You’re a clever woman, and will see reason when it is put in front of you. I look forward to our next meeting. It will be explosive.

Until then my rose,

Crawford Starrick 

Y/N dropped the letter, her feet automatically moving to the door. Faintly she could hear Jacob and Evie behind her. The London air was a cool blast to her face. She ran a hand through her hair at the implication of the letter. Jacob and Evie Frye had put her at the top of Crawford Starrick’s shit list.

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@marshmallow--3 @pink-polarfox

[fuwafuwamedb]

Salvaged from Wreckage (Cu Chulainn, Rin Tohsaka)

She’d thought she would die.

The moment that Shinji had approached, his intent sinking into the very depths of her bones, she’d been sure she wouldn’t survive the night. She’d been sure that she was going to die, that there would be no salvation. She’d felt Shinji’s hands touch her legs, feeling her thighs above knee highs and below her skirt’s protections. She could see the gleam in his eyes, his face moving closer.

Then there had been a flash of a fist.

The boy was flying against one of the walls. A flash of red was coming, landing near her legs. The rope clinging to her legs felt loose, but she couldn’t breathe. The flash of a smile came her way, grim and pleased at the same time. The eyes, red as the blade in his hands, gleamed as the man stood over her. Her mind wasn’t connecting.

She couldn’t comprehend what was happening around her, not entirely. She could see Kirei coming into the room. She could see his lips moving, but Lancer was swinging his hair as he moved to stand before her. She could feel the warmth radiating off him, like a furnace to the cold she’d felt seep so deeply into her.

A blade slammed home into him.

Air was gone.

Hope burst into a thousand shards that jabbed at her heart.

She could see the blade dripping blood onto the floor as Shinji moved to get closer. She could see the amusement dancing in Kirei’s eyes as he moved to get closer.

Then movement.

God, but Lancer was such a damned hard man to kill. He never faltered. Never failed.

The moment they counted him out, just as she had before, he was back. He was up and he was in their face. The blade was singing in the air as it moved. The heat coming off him was coming in waves, filling the room with an energy that left her grinning. There was nothing else she could do but grin at the sight.

He slammed the priest against the wall, his blade stabbing him right back.

“If I died that easily, I wouldn’t be much of a heroic spirit.”

No, he wouldn’t have.

That was a servant.

Loyal. Dependable. Enduring.

She watched Shinji approach. She watched him get prodded and flee. The laugh that came out of her was only paused when she found the man approaching her.

Her eyes met his, the pounding in her chest picking up the pace.

“It looks like you’re in a bad spot.”

“Lancer.”

She went to thank him, but her eyes landed on the wound he sported once more. The elation dropped.

Mana was coming off. There was a fleeting feeling to him, even as he cut her binds and freed her hands. He moved to sit nearby, landing hard against the floor before he spun his lance to rest against his shoulder.

“Get out while you can,” he warned her. “I’m gonna burn that priest and myself out of this world. A gal like you needs to be gettin’ back to the war. I have a feeling you’ll win.”

“…Lancer.”

“Get movin’,” he warned her again.

She couldn’t.

The man was bleeding out. The fires were beginning to build, spreading forth around them and heading towards the direction of the priest’s stabbed body. She could see the mana breaking apart, the servant before her vanishing.

“It’s a shame,” he tells her. “I could have gotten a confident master like you.”

He could have.

She could have also gotten a good servant-

Rin paused.

She had no one. When she left this room, she would have to make Emiya come back to heel at her feet or find another servant. She would have to have a servant to help her win…

Her eyes fell to the man with his eyes closed, his head was leaned back against the pallet of wood behind him.

Each step brings her closer to the flames and the slowly vanishing body of the servant before her. She can feel the floor meet her knees. Her hands are reaching out as the man murmurs.

“Summon me again when you’re a little older.”

Rin shakes her head, moving in closer and holding his face a little more. Her head tilting, eyes closing as she closes the space between them. The fire is kissing at her skin, warming her as she feels her mana flowing forth to the man. She pushes more into him, feeling him moving to hold her back. A shiver is running through her. A current is running through her veins.

The stone floor meets her back, the sound of the man’s weapon skittering to the floor can be heard before she feels his hands running down her person.

“You’re supposed to leave.”

“I-I can’t.”

Her eyes open, looking up at the red eyes glinting as he looks down at her.

She can’t leave here without a servant. She won’t last a moment out there. She is surrounded by those who would betray her. No one had come to rescue her, only him.

“I told your little friend that I wouldn’t take you from him,” Lancer reminds her.

“I don’t even know what that means, but you need a master. I need a servant.” Rin holds onto his shoulders, feeling a shiver run down her spine as she stares up at him.

“It ain’t safe here.”

“Then as my servant, you should get me out of here.”

His mouth came down hungrily, setting her body ablaze in more of this feeling. Those arms of his are pulling her up from the fire’s path, bringing her close.

The words of the summoning are on her lips, welcomed a moment later by his own response.

His lips press to her neck as she feels the room moving. Or rather, the man is carrying her towards the door, bringing out into the world.

The sound of fighting can be heard.

She’s not sure what’s going on, but she’s outside before she can look into what’s going on. Her head feels woozy. Her body feels weak.

“We’re leaving,” he murmurs. “We’re going home, master.”

The sound of the title for her seems to hang in the air, charged with the sound of excitement. She can feel his hand delved deep into her hair and holding onto her back carefully. Her legs are wrapped around his waist.

Rin moves her hands carefully to hold his shoulders, looking back as the building behind them fades away.

They’re still in a war.

Nothing has changed in that regard.

However…

The air whips passed as Lancer takes a leap to one of the fences nearby. She can feel him holding her waist as they continue off through the night. She can feel the wind whipping passed her face, making her shiver and hold onto the man tighter.

His warmth envelopes her so nicely.

His lips pressing to her temple a few minutes before she finds herself in front of her house.

“Let’s get you inside.”

“You knew where I lived.”

How had he known?

“My former master wanted to have me keep an eye on you. I stayed off the premises and kept watch. I was only within view of the place, never inside.”

He sounds far too animated about things though.

She can feel him behind her still as she opens the door. A hand carefully leads her in before she finds the door closed and bolted.

They’re home.

They’re home, but it’s different.

She can’t figure out what to do now. He’s here. She’s here. She’s contracted to him. He’s checking the windows and moving around the house.

But she doesn’t know what to do.

Archer would move to make her tea, complaining to ease things from the battle. Lancer checks the house before coming back to find her still in the doorway. The man’s armor dissipates, leaving him in a casual looking white shirt and dark pants.

He’s… different.

The thought had never struck her as much as it did now. Archer and Emiya had both been similar. She had control and she could feel that she could take them, if need be. They could throw a comment or two back, but she never felt like she was really testing her limits or around something foreign with them. There was nothing new about their presence.

Lancer, on the other hand, was tall and muscled. His blue hair was long and he brushed it back lightly before moving over to her side.

“Come on. You’re still in shock from things. We should have you rest up for a while.”

“I-I’m fine.”

The man’s face came too close.

“I-I am!”

“You’re not fine,” Lancer murmurs. “You’re gawking at me. We’ll get you a blanket and something warm for the gullet before settling in. The priest is dead and that former servant of yours is probably gone as well. We’ll investigate later.”

“You think he’s gone?”

“Probably. A guy can’t last without a master for long.” The man shrugs again, “we’ll investigate in the morning, but tonight is celebratory.”

“Oh?”

There was no missing the fangs in his grin, the light that came to those red eyes as he glanced down at her and practically glowed.

Rin found herself under a heated gaze, her thoughts washing away into obscurity.

“Of course, Rin. I got one hell of a master tonight and it didn’t involve dragging my legs over coals and fire to get. I’m damned lucky for once.”

“Y-yes, well,” Rin moved to brush some of her hair back, only to find it tangled.

“I’ll take you upstairs and brush it out,” the man murmured.

“That’s n-not necessary, Lancer-“

“Cu Chulainn.”

“Hmm?”

“That’s my name, Rin. The hero of Ulster and wild lancer, Cu Chulainn,” Cu gave a low, sweeping bow, that gaze returning as he lifted his head to meet her gaze with his own. “You can feel free to drop the lancer talk and simply use my name.”

“Isn’t that dangerous?”

A servant’s name said everything. Their strengths, weaknesses, ires; it said exactly how to get under their skin and control them. Like great Achilles and his bad heels, the man’s name could give her insight into exactly how to defeat him.

Cu Chulainn had essentially handed him his leash.

“Nah,” the man replies easily enough, “you’ve got me tamer than a lamb. All yours, in fact.”

The man moved closer, bringing her deeper into the safety of her home. He was bringing her further and further away from the door. It feels like an ocean between her and that front door now. Civilization and another living soul are so far. She’d won tonight, in her own manner. She had her own rewards for being smart.

And somehow, despite that, it felt like she was going to lose something entirely different.

“We’ll make you somethin’ warm to drink, master. Maybe somethin’ sweet.”

The lips that pressed to her cheek had her shivering, nearly dropping as her legs went weak. The kitchen stools were a saving grace as she found the man moving to the stove and pulling the kettle to the sink.

“I’ll keep ya warm,” that teasing voice promised. That smile flashing her way. “You just take a seat and enjoy a better servant’s company.”

[duker42]

I love your fantasy au's, especially merman Levi! Let's say they've been together for a while (I guess a continuation of "the lake" and "protective instinct") and reader is curious about how they mate, and she just straight up asks him "wait where's your dick?". And wants Levi to explain everything. Maybe some smut and fluff. If you're not comfortable with writing it, that's alright!

*****WARNING*****NSFW

💜The Mechanics💜

She had stayed with him. Levi couldn’t believe that Y/N would give up a life on land for spending time with him, especially when they were so different from one another.

He couldn’t stay out of the water for long periods of time, and she couldn’t stay. The struggle of being together, human and merman. They had compromised, Levi had brought her to a secluded island, where she was safe from harm. There was a large cove where he could swim right up to where she had made a comfortable spot for herself in the caverns.

He would fish and shrimp for them, bringing her delicacies from the ocean floor, and she would gather firewood and fruits from the trees. At night, they would lay together, his beautiful grey tail in the water as they basked in each other’s company. It was their perfect little haven from reality.

Y/N gasped as Levi kissed down her throat. She reveled in his hands roaming. His especially loved running his hands up and down the legs that were so different from his own tail. The softness of her skin and the way she responded to him all drove him wild.

Her own hands roamed over his chest. She couldn’t believe how warm his body was. She had assumed he would be cold from all the time spent under the water, but his chiseled body radiated heat like a furnace. Plenty of nights she had curled up against him for warmth as they slept in their cove.

Heat pooled between her legs as he slipped a hand between her thighs. He thrilled differences between them, the soft and slippery folds of her sex when he explored her. Several times making her call out his name in a gasping breath as he touched her.

“Wait.” Y/N grabbed his wrist before he could push his fingers inside her hot body. “How will we have sex? Where’s you dick?”

Levi pulled away from where he had been nibbling on her collar bone to look up into her eyes. He reached for her hand where it was around his neck and pulled it down his chest. Her murmur of approval at the feeling of his muscles tensing under her fingertips.

They reached the edge of of his human form, the scales of his tail beginning shiver under her touch. They reached the middle of the tail, about six inches below his bell button. Y/N felt a edge in the tail, a seam that was very easily missed.

“It comes from there.” Levi whispered.

Y/N felt a pulsing under the scales and thin flesh of his tail. “Can I see?” She asked, hesitantly.

Levi gave her a searching look before nodding slightly. He let the seam open and a long and surprisingly thick cock slid out from the seam into her hand. He groaned as he felt the warmth of her skin touching him.

Y/N marveled at the slick hot length in her hand. It wasn’t slimy like she expected. It was lubricated, but warm and glossy. It didn’t have a traditional tip like a human, instead it was very thin at the tip and had a large knot about halfway down.

“How does it work...normally?” Y/N asked, curious about the way mermen mated.

“Normally, we are in water of course. There is a seam in the females tail as well. My knot would keep us locked together while we have sex.” Levi explained, his eyes closed as her squeezed him gently.

“Do you thrust, or .....”

More of his length pushed out of his seam. “Yes, but I don’t have to use my body for it.”

Y/N moaned at the idea of him pushing himself into her. The arousal between her legs growing hotter and wetter with every moment that passed. “Can we?” She breathed.

Levi nodded and leaned forward to kiss her. “If you’re sure?” He asked.

She spread her thighs, shifting his tail between them. “I want you Levi.”

His tongue slid in her mouth, mingling with hers as he braced himself on his arms. Shifting himself into position, he lined them up and pulled back to stare into her eyes. He pushed forward, easing himself into her gently as he watched her.

Y/N groaned as he filled her. It was so different from any lover she had ever had, but it seemed just perfect. He stretched her deliciously without hurting her, the lubrication of his cock mixing with her own slickness. She felt the knot pause on the edge of her entrance, Levi leaning down to kiss her again before pushing it completely inside her tight walls.

Her legs wrapped around him, letting him sink deeper inside her. Levi groaned and pushed his head down to her neck as he pulled her against him. He didn’t move, but Y/N felt him moving inside her, short deep thrusts that hit the back of her cervix perfectly.

The saltiness of his skin from the ocean was perfect as she kissed and licked his neck as he grunted against her. Y/N felt herself tensing up, even thought she was laying perfectly still, the least active she had ever been during sex. But it was the best that she had ever had. Her nails scratched down his spine as he shivered under her touch.

He panted against her collar, speeding up the pulsing thrusts of his cock inside her as he got closer. “Y/N....fuck” He groaned, pulled her tighter against him.

Y/N clenched her legs around his back tighter, her heels digging into the back of his tail. “Oooohhh, Leeeeeviiii!!!” She squealed as she felt the rush of her orgasm pulse through her body.

He shuddered and groaned as he felt her tighten around him. The rush of the hot liquid from her release washed over him, coating him and throwing him over the edge right after her. He held his breath as he pulsed, spilling himself inside of her with a rapid flicking of his tail.

They laid together for a long time, letting themself stay locked in each other’s arms and languidly kiss as they came down from their blissful high. The mechanics of making love with Levi were a bit different from anyone else, but Y/N couldn’t deny that it was an amazing experience.

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I Want This Shit Forever (RoD, Colt x MC)

A/N: Is this a continuation of the story where Ellie gets pregnant? The tattoo story? I have no idea but I do know I was around a lot of kids this weekend so here are some of drabbles about Ellie and Colt’s family. Title from “Forever” (Drake/Eminem/Lil Wayne/Kanye West).

This might be my last RoDAW entry (we will see how my life works out today) and I just wanted to give a HUGE shout-out and thank you to the #RoDAW team, @choicesarehard @brightpinkpeppercorn @client-327 @poeticscolt @queenkaneko. The amount of WORK and EFFORT and LOVE that you guys put into this is nothing short of astonishing and I am in awe and so appreciative of you all. Thank you so much for an AMAZING week!!!

Pairing: Colt x MC, ROD 

Length: ~4250 words

Rating: R (Swearing, suggestiveness, discussion of illegal activities.)

Summary: Drabbles of Ellie and Colt and baby, thrown together with no semblance of plot, but hopefully a semblance of love

Ellie sighed, deep in her bones, and it still didn’t wake up the slumbering idiot behind her. 

She could feel every inch of him pressed against her back, breath hot on the back of her neck, arm hotter where it awkwardly snaked around her. She remembered when this kind of heat inflamed her, when it made her weak and pliant and putty in his hands, to be molded boneless and sex-drunk by his fingers and his lips and him, every part of him that worshiped her with single-minded devotion.

But this? She was just hot. And huge. And miserable. This was the worst.

She sighed again, louder, the rumble in her throat a warning. Still he didn’t stir.

She rolled her eyes and moved his arm, throwing it back with a bit for force than necessary before she struggled out of bed and down the hall. Everything hurt and she was tired, so tired, and emotional and fat and hot and this was the worst. She grabbed a glass of water, as cold as she could get the tap to run, holding it to her cheek as if it would do something, anything about the inferno inside her.

“El-”

She rolled her eyes. She just wanted to be miserable in peace.

“Ellie, you ok?”

Colt shuffled into the kitchen behind her, barely awake. She didn’t even think his eyes were open, hands tracing the walls, feeling his way through their small apartment.

She didn’t even feel bad. He didn’t have their child growing inside of him. She hadn’t slept in weeks.

He blinked when she didn’t answer, blurry eyes finally finding hers. “Ellie? Are you ok?”

“No.” The speed with which tears erupted in her eyes was embarrassing. She couldn’t even be appropriately annoyed without breaking down. “No, I am not ok.”

He stepped closer, looking wary. “What’s wrong?” He tried to cover up his yawn but it didn’t work, only served to infuriate her more.

“Everything! I can’t sleep, I’m too hot and I’m so tired and you are like a freaking furnace in there.”

He reached out to touch her but she swatted his hands away, instead taking giant gulps of water as if it would cool her temper along with her body.

“Do you want me to sleep on the couch?” He edged by her to open the freezer, holding out the ice cube tray to her.

She took a deep breath, balling her hands into fists. Ice. Of course. It was probably easy to be so smart when you were operating on consecutive days of uninterrupted sleep.

“No, I don’t want you to sleep on the couch!” She pushed the ice tray away.

“What do you want?” His voice was measured, weary. He wasn’t even engaging, too tired to battle with her.

Her shoulders dropped. “I don’t know. I just feel so uncomfortable, all the time.” She hated how her voice wavered but, if there was one person she could be weak in front of, it was the one person who wholeheartedly believed in her strength.

His eyes softened as he looked her over and he cracked the tray, pulling a couple of cubes out. Careful hands caressed the nape of her neck as he lifted her hair up and slowly traced the ice over her skin.

She couldn’t stop the sigh that filtered through her lips as the bite of cold took some of the edge off, dulling the burn in her body, becoming more of a smoldering flame than a bonfire licking at her body.

“Better?”

She could only nod, murmuring assent as he drew swirling designs on her neck, pulling at her shirt to get at her shoulders. As it melted, the water dripped down her spine, the rivulets trailing down a meandering path that took her breath away.

It felt so good.

She moaned, would have been embarrassed by the throaty noise, but noticed how Colt’s eyes darkened as he watched her.

At his look, at the sensations, ice water sparking her overheated skin, she was starting to get warm again, but a different kind of warmth. This kind started from her core and emanated though her nerves so that every part of her was buzzing. This was the good kind of warmth, the kind that couldn’t be sated by water and ice, but instead by the man in front of her, whose eyes were the flames that would burn her in the best of ways.

“Ellie…” His voice was a warning, hands sliding the ice down her arms. The goosebumps that followed were definitely not because of the cold.

She bit her lip and smiled. “You know, since we are both awake now, I can think of some amazing uses for this ice.”

And after, after the flames in her body had been stoked and teased and had burned her to the point of absolute delicious exhaustion, after, for the first time in weeks, Ellie slept.

~~~~~

Colt was shrugging on his shirt when Ellie pulled back the curtain.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah.” Ellie slid her phone back in her purse. “Riya said she was going to try to put Cora down for a nap now.”

“Good. I’m gonna make a work call, if that’s ok?”

Ellie nodded, sliding into the seat and taking off her shirt. “I’ve got it.”

She settled into the seat as Jim, the tattoo artist, set up his equipment, shuffling into a comfortable position while he opened the sterile needle in front of her. She and Colt had talked about getting a tattoo to commemorate their growing family for ages, a long time. He had favored some truly horrific designs but Ellie had wanted a heart with Cora’s name in it, held firm. Finally, they compromised. At Ellie’s demand, they would each get a heart, their daughter’s name in delicate script on a curling ribbon in the center. Colt would only agree if he could choose the location, left shoulder blade, and if the heart was black, nixing the deep red Ellie favored.

Ellie smiled to herself. Relationships were all about compromise. Or, as far as she and Colt were concerned, compromise meant heated discussions and pleading until he remembered how irresistible she was and folded.

Jim grabbed the stencil and placed it against her back, grabbing a pen. “I like it. It’s almost exactly like your husband’s.”

She murmured noncommittally and then opened her eyes. “What do you mean almost?”

“Well, you won’t have the exact same tattoo, he asked me to add-”

“WHAT?!?!” Thankfully, he had just started and managed to pull the pen away seconds before Ellie sat up to glare at him. “He changed it?!?!”

He leaned back in his chair. “Well, yeah. He wanted-”

“I’m gonna kill him.” She grabbed her shirt, barely pausing to make sure that it covered her when she threw it on, and stormed into the waiting room. “COLT KANEKO!”

He was on the phone, a muttered conversation in the corner, away from the bored eyes of the receptionist. His head snapped to her as she stormed in, all fire and fury. 

His eyes widened as she approached, muttering “Just get it done” before hanging up to face her head-on.

She couldn’t keep the snarl from her voice. “What is your tattoo of?”

“A heart?”

“You liar. The tattoo artist said it was different. You promised we would match!” She was barely able to stop herself from reaching out and throttling him. “What, is your family not important enough, tough guy?!?”

He blinked at her and sighed. Slowly he peeled the shirt off his back and turned. “Take the bandage off. See.”

Huffing, she ripped the tape off, smiling at his wince. The smile dropped off her face as she moved the bandage aside and could see what was underneath.

“Oh, Colt.”

It was still red, skin tender where the needle had etched the careful design. And he was right, it was a heart, black and carefully shaded against his skin. However, unlike hers, there were two ribbons; the bottom had Cora’s name, written in the same simple script as her tattoo. However, the top ribbon...

“You got my name on it.”

He turned to her and shrugged. “Yeah. My two favorite girls.” He reached up to caress her cheek. “The two most important people in my life.”

Damn, she was weak for this man. She couldn’t help but reach up to pull his lips to hers, pouring her appreciation and love into every kiss, every touch.

“Excuse me?”

She held onto him tighter, leaning into his space until their bodies were one, even the sunlight filtering in through the window unable to get through where their bodies were melded together, lips and hips together casting one shadow on the wall.

A throat cleared behind her. She kissed harder. Then a cough. Another one, louder, a warning. “Did you want that tattoo or not?”

She turned to look at Jim. “Do you think it’s too late to make an addition to it?”

~~~~~

Colt froze as he walked into the apartment, his heart stopping. He thought that the “OMG help” text Ellie sent had been because Cora was giving her a hard time. She had always been wild, inheriting both the spirit of her mother and drive of her father, but turning three had unleashed such a new level of dysfunction on their household that Colt was unsure they would recover from it.

He was expecting his daughter to be bouncing off the walls when he got home. Instead, it was silent and still, empty, and his home had been ransacked.

His breath caught in his throat as he surveyed the damage. Trash was everywhere, papers and belongings thrown haphazardly around by someone looking for something. Paint was dripping off the kitchen table, a puddle of blue spreading on the hardwood, and every single chair was overturned. 

The whisper came involuntarily. “Ellie?” His stomach was falling, turning. Where was his family?

The worry, the terror, that flashed through him quickly, mind moving quickly onto a plan: search the house, then call the crew. The rage came next, a quick blinding fire in his blood; anger was the emotion he knew best, the port in any storm that he could call on. If they dared touch his family....he was going to ruin them.

Whatever they were looking for, he doubted they found it. Most anything worth stealing was at the shop, tucked away in a safe in his office. He kept a small cushion of cash under a floorboard beneath their bed but not enough to be worth this level of destruction. 

He wandered to the kitchen and it was no better in here, half-eaten lunch on the counter, flour coating the ground. The dishwasher was open, bubbles foaming and spilling onto the floor. He swallowed, hard, jaw working overtime.

“Ellie?”

No answer. He moved through the apartment, checking the bathroom. Empty but, like the rest of the house, it was a disaster. The mirror was definitely not broken when he left this morning and the shower curtain had been intact, not in pieces, submerged in grimy water in the tub.

A little louder. “Ellie?!?”

Still no answer.

His hands started shaking and he balled them into fists. He knew exactly who did this, who wanted retribution for the latest job he pulled. He had been trying to keep Ellie and Cora away from his work but, apparently, it had come calling. If they laid a hand on his family, if they so much as thought about laying a hand on his family, he would kill them, destroy them, relish ending them as a message to anyone else who dare threaten the people he loved.

He swung Cora’s door open; apparently, they had been looking in here as well, dresser drawers open and askew, clothing everywhere. They had even pulled the books from her bookshelf, bedtime stories he knew by heart, open and crinkled on the carpet, wild things gnashing their terrible teeth as they looked up at him.

He was going to kill them.

He slowly opened his bedroom door and peered in, letting out the breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. It was a disaster in here too, clothing covering the floor like it was carpet, but, in the middle of their bed, Ellie and Cora were curled up, safe and sound and fast asleep. He could see where Cora had tossed and turned by the blue on the sheets, only a fraction of the paint that covered her body and clothes. What wasn’t blue was white, flour sticking to her hair like it had been shocked grey, streaks of it on her face. Ellie wasn’t any better, paint and flour and marker drawings covering her skin like amateur tattoos.

He kicked off his shoes and slid into bed behind her, dropping a soft kiss on her shoulder.  The sleepy smile that greeted him when she turned brought tears to his eyes.

“You have something on your face.”

“It’s a unicorn,” Ellie whispered. “Cora drew it.”

He clutched her closer. “Of course.”

“Colt?” She was already fading, eyes drooping as she spoke, slowly. “Next sick day, you’re staying home with her.”

He smiled and nodded, watching Ellie fall back asleep before he also joined in on nap time.

~~~~~

“I am not my father.”

Ellie’s eyes burned into him, nostrils flaring. “You sure are acting like it! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”

Colt could barely think over the sound of his teeth grinding, jaw clenching as he worked to keep down words better left unsaid. “This is why I didn’t tell you, I knew you would react like this.”

“Oh,” she scoffed. “The problem is my reaction, not that you’re hiding things from me?”

He had to take a deep breath; he could feel the anger rising, muscles tensing, ready to fight, but in front of him was the one person he swore he would never hurt.

She continued, “This is just like something Kaneko would have done, you know.”

“Stop it!” He had to bite his tongue, hard, teeth digging into the tender flesh to have something else to focus on, somewhere else he could channel his rage. “I am not-”

“I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?” She swiped an angry hand over her face, glaring daggers at him.

He took a deep breath, hands clenching into fists, feeling his nails dig deep crescents into his palms, additional pieces of pain to focus on, to keep the curses and invectives in.

This is exactly why he didn’t tell Ellie about the East LA job. Or the Rolling Hills job. Or the Manhattan Beach job. Or any of the jobs the crew had pulled when he was trying to convince her and everyone else that he was nothing but a meager auto shop owner struggling to make it work in Gramercy Park.

“Mommy?”

Cora stumbled out of her room, eyes hazy, still clutching Billy, her stuffed cat companion that never left her side.

Colt let the breath out through his nose. And there was the reason he couldn’t be a meager auto shop owner, not anymore. The two reasons, Cora and Ellie, the two people he would move heaven and earth for, lift priceless sports cars for, so they would never want for anything. Hell, he would kill for them; he didn’t really think moving tons of metal was that bad in comparison.

Cora’s face lit up when she saw him and she made to run to him, into his arms, when Ellie’s quick hands reach out and plucked her up, pulling her away.

“But Mommy…” Cora’s mouth fashioned into a pout. “Daddy said we could get ice cream after nap!”

“NO!” Both Colt and Cora stared at Ellie as her shout echoed around the apartment. “You’re not going anywhere with him.”

Colt froze, staring at her, at the collision of his past and his present taking his breath away.

“But Mommy…”

Colt couldn’t breathe, blinking slowly at the pair; he was no stranger to heartbreak but this was the first time he could feel his heart physically shatter, pieces falling through his rib cage to land at this feet. His voice shook. “I have to go.”

“But Daddy…”

“Sorry, Cora, we can go later.” He didn’t even look at Ellie, keeping his eyes trained on his daughter as he backed away, hand grasping for the doorknob behind him. He had to go.

He could barely see the hallway, the stairs, the road in front of him as he drove, away, away, needing space, needing distance from his present and his past and his everything. As he sat on the cliff, head in his hands, he knew that he would never be able to outrun it all; you couldn’t get distance from yourself.

He heard the tires on the gravel, the slam of the door, the footsteps approaching, and let out a deep breath. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was, just kept his eyes on the horizon, water fading into sky in front of him. The cliff always soothed him but comfort was wanting today, even with the lapping of the waves below his feet. And, of course, it was where she knew to look for him.

“Hi.”

He didn’t answer, didn’t stir, just kept looking out. Were those seagulls?

“Can I sit?”

He shrugged, didn’t even turn as she sank to the ground next to him.

“Colt, I’m sorry.” She put a gentle hand on his arm; when he didn’t turn, she removed it to fold it into her lap. “I didn’t mean what I said.”

“You did.” His voice came out hollow.

“I didn’t.” She shifted next to him. “I am still pissed as hell but I shouldn’t have said those things. I’m so sorry.”

He shrugged again. If these were seagulls, they were fucking idiots because one just dive-bombed in to the waves like it had a death wish.

“Where’s Cora?”

“I dropped her off with my dad. They were going to hit the playground.”

He tried to temper down the flash of annoyance at the detective spending time with his daughter when he had been planning on getting her ice cream; he knew he failed by the bite in his voice. “Don’t dare tell me I can’t see her.”

“Colt, that’s not what I meant! I was just pissed”

He just stared at the stupid seagulls with no sense of self-preservation, being buffeted by the unyielding waves beneath them.

“Colt, would you just look at me!?!”

“My mom said that to me, those exact damn words.” He turned his head to look at her; she was calmer but he could see the flush of her cheeks, the familiar blaze in her eyes that he loved every time it was directed at someone other than him.

“Said what?”

“You’re not going anywhere with him.” He turned back to the waves. “About my dad.”

“Colt, I’m sorry…” She rested her hand on his arm again but, this time, she didn’t back away. “I didn’t know.”

“I know.” he shut his eyes, watching the scene in his head, one of many that would play out in a constant loop of madness when he had too much time to think. “I was 12 and I was staying with Pop more and more. His job was flexible, obviously, so he would make sure I caught the bus to school. I started staying some weekends too, hang out at the garage. We were supposed to go away for the weekend, drive up the PCH to San Fran.”

“Colt…”

He looked down at his hands. “Until my mom stormed in. Screaming, cursing. She was pissed. Apparently he was also going to San Fran to meet with a few contacts about a job, a big one. She was furious, wouldn’t let me go with him, said she wouldn’t let me out of her sight.”

Her hand slid down the jacket and slid into his palm; he twined their fingers together with a squeeze. Was he the seagull, buffeted by a past he couldn’t escape until he fell, headfirst into the water?

“After that, I barely saw him. I tried to get more involved, in the crew, in the garage, but…she moved me out East when I was 16. And you know the rest of the story.”

“Colt, I would never keep Cora from you. Ever, ever, ever.”

“Even if it was better for her?” He dropped his head. “Ellie, what if I am my dad?”

She grabbed his cheeks in both hands, turning his head so she could stare into his eyes, face solemn. “You’re not. Colt, you’re not your dad, you’re not.”

He couldn’t lift his eyes, weight of the world and his choices dragging him down.

“You’re not.” Ellie sighed. “Would you leave?”

“WHAT?!?” His eyes snapped up. “What are you-?”

“Would you leave me? Would you leave Cora?”

“Never.” He shook his head, incredulous. “Never, Ellie. There is nothing on earth that would keep me from you two, I would die befor-”

“I know.” She pulled him close, arms around his neck so she could speak in his ear. “That’s how I know you’re not your dad.”

He pulled back to look at her, her eyes shining at him. He couldn’t let her down.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “No apology for committing multiple felonies and moving millions of dollars of merchandise with no warning?”

“Uhhh….Multiple?”

He grimaced when she nodded. “Do you think I didn’t talk to Ximena and get the full story?”

“I’m not going to apologize for my job.”

She let her arms fall from his neck, leaning away from him. “And what if you went to jail? Wouldn’t that keep you away from me? From Cora?”

“I’m careful, El, I swear.” It was always in the back of his mind, it was, but it was his legacy, what he was best at.

She bit her lip, considering; Colt watched the gleam in her eyes, the gears turning as she thought. His jaw dropped. “Oh my God.”

“What?”

“You want in.” He smirked. “I thought you were gonna ask me not to run the job. But that’s not it, is it?” He grinned triumphantly as he watched the blush spread across her cheeks. “You want in, don’t you?”

“I mean…I don’t want to drive, but…” Ellie glanced away, towards the horizon. “X said that you guys were still debating the escape route and I thought…”

Colt threw his arms around her, pulling her to the ground so he could pepper her face in kisses. “I fucking love you, you know that?” Or was he the waves, rough and turbulent against the shore, but always returning to the calm of the deep?

She giggled under the onslaught of his lips, squirming under him. “I have been known to have a good plan, once in a while.”

“Uh huh…” He had moved to her neck, gentle tongue tracing nonsense patterns.

“And it is us against the world, right?”

He pulled back to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Us against the world.”

“And I’m also not your mom.”

Colt froze to study her. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not leaving you either. Ever, ever, ever.”

He smiled, slowly, before dropping one last kiss on her lips and standing. He brushed off his jacket before he extended his hand, pulling Ellie to stand in front of him. “Us against the world.”

~~~~~

Colt stretched out in the chair and dug his feet in the sand, sighing. This was pretty great. He wasn’t even a beach person, one too many times with sand in inappropriate places tended to do that to someone, but he’d be damned if he was going to deprive Cora of something as simple as a beach day while Ellie was out with Riya. He knew she would come back soon with freshly painted toenails and chatter about Riya and Darius’s latest shenanigans.

He took a swig of his beer and watched Cora building a sand castle with some new friends, a complicated structure complete with turrets and a barn for the unicorns, of course.

“Oh my God, you almost look like a normal suburban dad.” He looked up, shading his eyes with one hand so he could smirk at Ellie as she walked over to him.

When she went in for a kiss, he pulled, sending her toppling over into his lap. He responded to her pout with a devilish grin. “I am completely respectable, thank you very much.”

“Ha. You don’t have a respectable bone in your body.”

“Mmmm…..” He cupped his hands around Ellie’s thighs and rolled his hips. “Would you like me to put a respectable bone in your-owww.”

She whacked him again, palm to his chest. “Some of the shit you say is decidedly not sexy.”

“It’s a good thing you’re sexy enough for the both of us.” He grinned, winding his fingers through her hair to pull her lips to his. She tasted like the sangria she and Riya loved and he deepened the kiss to chase every single drop.

“Ewwww….are you kissing?” He didn’t even hear the footsteps in the sand, so engrossed in his wife. Ellie turned at the voice.

“Not anymore,” he muttered at his cockblock of a daughter. “Hi, Cora. ”

The moment was quickly forgotten as Cora laid eyes on Ellie. “Mommy! I made a sand castle. Wanna see?”

“Of course, baby. One second.”

As Cora sprinted away, Ellie bent down, lips so close to Colt’s ear that the hairs on his arms stood up. “You can show me all your respectable parts later tonight.”

He could only stare, eyebrows raised, as she sauntered away, looking over her shoulder to blow him a mocking kiss.

He was so looking forward to fucking the respectability out of her.

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pLEASE WRITE A BLURB ABOUT HARRY, EVIE, AND Y/N HUGS AND KISSES TO YOU SWEETHEART I LOVE YOU MWA

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Harry had never been so in love with anything before.

What could it be? Was it a book that he’d fallen for, with old weathered pages yellowed by ages and annotated paragraphs scrawled in his pen about how a certain sentence makes him feels? Or could it be a favorite tee shirt that he has worn to tatters but refuses to throw away, comforted by its holed fabric and frayed edges? What about a certain song that’s melody never gets old no matter how many times he repeats it, with guitars strumming a soothing hum that lulls him contented with the world around him and all within it?

It was none of those, actually.

It was a cat.

A beautiful, black and white little creature that crawled onto his shoulder and nestled against his neck and napped there for hours while he was slumped against the couch watching Pretty Woman when he had originally met her. Had spent his whole time cooing over the tiny thing, rubbing between her ears, pouting his mouth because when he puts his hand against her tummy and all of it is covered. At the end of the night, he and Evie (the cat) would retire to his room where she would curl between his knees and sleep through the night, maybe nip at his toes if he moved them too much.

Maybe that’s when his mum decided that he would get the little beauty after his tour. Surprising him with a message of Evie with a little bow tied around her neck, and a small card that read, “Can I come live with you?” And Harry’s whole heart expanded to the size of implosion in his chest, as he immediately responded with yes, yes, fucking yes he would take the sweet little kitten (he omitted the fucking though).

Once he to London, he did a various assortment of things. He took Evie with him to the Pet Store and let her climb around in the cart while he picked out items to make her living with him more pleasurable for the both of them. Harry buys her a bed even though he’s sure she’s sleeping with him, toys on toys (from little mice to the biggest cat tree he thinks he’s ever seen and decided she needed right then), treats that help her teeth, treats the promote hair growth, treats that are just yummy in general, a water and food bowl designed specifically so that her whiskers don’t get irritated brushing against the edges of the bowl, and a brush that he hopes she might like. Maybe he spends way too much, but anytime he would pick something up just to look at it, she would peer up at him with those big eyes, slowly raise her paw from the baby seat to bat at it and he would nod in response and set it in the cart.

He took her to a vet too, just to make sure everything was okay and that she was in tip-top shape.

This is where he meets Y/N.

Y/N is something out of his dreams, he thinks. She works at the vet’s office as a secretary but her duties extend far beyond that of just checking people in; since they’re short staffed, sometimes she’ll aid the vet in all the ways that she’s able to, whether it be to calm a puppy down or to hold a cat still. She always wore a various color of a cardigan, a white shirt, and light-washed jeans (he only notes this because it’s a weird choice of outfit when working with animals, sometimes she has fur all over her and sometimes it looks like she worked in some pristine business office, there was never an in between), smile wide in her greetings to him (“Good morning, Mr. Styles! To what do we oh the pleasure of seeing you and Miss Evie today?”), and remembered Evie by name, and always managed to have a cat treat ready to go as soon as they walked up to the desk to check in.

Evie is awful finicky about who she likes. She loves him and his mum, but other people she is pretty skittish around, however upon first meeting with Y/N, she wiggle wormed her way out of Harry’s arms (he brings her in a basket of soft blankets and cloth opposed to a cage, he feels those are restricting), and crawled over the counter to Y/N. Immediately butted at her with her head and Y/N let her muck around while she checked them in, scratching between Evie’s ears, “Hi miss thing,” she had murmured, Harry hears it clearly as he thinks about it, “You’re awful cuddly, yeah? You must make your Daddy feel very loved.”

She does, Harry had almost responded, but for the first time in a long time he was all choked up.

Soon he gets a little better with talking to Y/N though, he gets Evie checkups regularly and they offer surfaces like brushing Evie’s teeth and small spa like things he likes to treat her to. The more often he sees Y/N the easier it is for him to have a conversation and that just makes him feel all new kinds of soft for the girl. She was funny and smart and kind -- she was really, really kind, and that made his heart full, especially when he saw her with Evie.

It’d taken about a month for him to get her number and he did it in the slyest way he could. After watching Y/N check somebody else and their cat in, he had felt sort of hopelessly jealous when she smiled at them and scratched the kitten beneath its chin with the pad of her finger, (it was so small, Harry could hold it in his palm), he’d strolled up with purpose. Asked her if she had any pets to which she pouted and shook her head, “My apartment doesn’t allow them, sadly, and it’s all I can afford right now to stay there.” She runs her thumb over Evie’s left ear, “But Miss. Evie here makes me feel better with her presence, though I do miss her an awful lot when I don’t see her.”

“If you want, I can send you pictures of her to tied you over for each visit?”

He’d planted the seed right then in there, biting the inside of his cheek hard, wondering if she would water it.

When a big grin lit up her face and she slid out her phone, Harry knew he’d done well.

Harry’s pretty sure he’s got a major crush on her but doesn’t know what to do about it. Sends her an outrageous amount of pictures of Evie (he tried being frugal at first but Y/N kept responding so happily to them and saying keep them coming so Harry kept them coming), and in return, she sends pictures of the animals that come into the vet’s office. They chatter about their days, Harry sends terrible jokes, Y/N laughs at them like they might be the funniest thing she’s ever heard, and when he sees her at the office it feels like they have this secret between one another. He really likes that.

So that’s why he has her number at least, and that’s why -- instead of calling the vet at 2AM -- Y/N gets a panicked call. His heart twists and guilt drips deep into his bones when he hears a scratchy, croaky, “Hello?” Because he’d definitely just woken her up, but he was cradling Evie in his lap with tears threatening his eyes.

“Y/N?” He begins, “I’m sorry -- I’m so sorry to wake you up, but my -- Evie. . .we were just playing and she started breathing really heavy and weird, and she’s been sneezing for the past few days and sniffling and now she’s asleep in my lap but she’s still breathing so loud. I don’t know what’s wrong.”

There was a shuffling on the other end and he half expects Y/N to tell him to fuck off and grow up before the dial rings dead, but instead he has a very careful voice saying, “Okay, s’okay Harry just calm down,” she responds, a small sniffle on the other end and he wonders for a moment if he’s just woken her up when she’s trying to sleep a cold off, “Are you in town? Come by my place and I’ll have a look at her, yeah? I think I know what’s going on, but just to make sure.”

Harry had never shoved his shoes on quicker, lying Evie in her basket of cloth (he warms one in the dryer to lay over her since it’s so cold outside), lies her in the passenger seat and just about guns it to the address Y/N had sent him. Absently does he wonder if she lives alone and if he’s about to find out whether or not his crush was in vain if some big, husky bloke walks out of her bedroom and asks where she’s gone but he tries to shake away the thought. Not only does it drop a small, sad pit in his stomach but there was much bigger problems at hand, one of which being he had to use every ounce of self-restraint not to pet Evie right now who sits up straight in the basket and is looking around the car with one of the pieces of cloth draped over her head.

He pulls up to a set of cute little brick flats, only one of which with the outdoor light flickered on and Y/N expressed that’s hers. Collected Evie in the basket and walked to the door, feeling jittery, nervous, and silly for calling her so late. However, his worries of annoying her or pissing her off or ruining any chances he might of had with her because he’s such a panicky person when it comes to this animal -- all diminish when she opens the door, clad in soft pajama shorts and a thin t-shirt, slippers nestled on her feet, “Come in, come in,” she urges them, stepping out of the way so Harry could duck into her home as it had just started sleeting the moment they’d arrived.

The bite of the cold against his nose eases up immensely as he steps into the sheer warmth of her flat, not only from the furnace, but from the appearance as well. It’s well lived in and home-y, paintings, and pictures lining the walls, string lights hung around the tops and a lamp clicked on a warm glow in the corner. Y/N leads them to the coffee table, where she’s set two mugs down and two couch pillows on the ground in front of them, “Set her by the table for me,” she knees down so she’s level with the basket, and its only then does Harry notice she has things strewn out on the couch. “Hi Evie,” she hums, reaching out to pet between her ears and Evie leans up into the touch, “Don’t you know s’mean to scare your Daddy?” She reaches for a stethoscope, plugging her ears and taking the end to Evie’s chest all while Harry stares on with widened eyes. He supposes she must be going to school for this, or maybe she’s just picked up a lot from working at the clinic. He’s not all too sure, but what he is sure of is that watching her so gentle with the kitten makes his heart bloat up in his chest.

It only takes her a few seconds before she’s nodding, turning to Harry with a soft smile, “She’s all good,” she tells him and Harry feels his shoulders sag in relief, “Poor little thing has a bit of a cold, but otherwise everything is fine. I’ve got a treat for her that should make her feel better -- Dr. Anthony lets me take home some packages of these ‘cos lots of my friends have animals.” Next, she reaches for the bag, taking two of the treats out and holding them out on her fingertips for Evie to take.

It’s safe to say, Harry feels like an absolute idiot for throwing a cold out of proportion, “I’m sorry about this,” he tells her sheepishly, after gnawing hard on his lip for a moment, “I woke you up and barged in all  because of a little cold?”

Y/N waves her hand at him, shaking her head, “S’fine, really. It’s always scary when they’re so small. When I had a cat, all he had to do was look a little weird and I was calling a 24-hour emergency vet number”

He laughs,  a smile painted on his mouth, and though he didn’t much want to leave he decides it wouldn’t be fair to keep her up any longer than he already had,“Well, thank you so much for this. I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Nonsense, Harry,” she stops him as he reaches out for Evie’s basket,  “It’s late, freezing and sleeting out there, you guys are spending the night. Too dangerous for a drive,” then she reaches around the basket, grabbing the mug, “I made you tea, yeah? Figured you would want something warm after a panic like that.”

Harry tries not to sound too giddy, because the thought of drinking warm tea with Y/N, sat here on her flat’s living room floor with Evie poking around curiously, talking to one another -- well, it fulfills all the weirdly sweet, innocent daydreams he’d been having when he thought of her, “Are you sure?” He asks her, and when she nods, grinning at him, he begins to slip out of his coat, “Thank you, Y/N, don’t know how I’ll ever repay you for this.”

“Repay me?” She shakes her head again, “Don’t worry about it. Getting to spend time with you and Evie is repayment enough.”

Harry didn’t think it was possible for his heart to grow any more than it had when he’d first met Evie and she’d slept against his throat.

Y/N is doing a damn good job of proving him wrong though.

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A Hidden Pain - Part 3

Original request from anon: Could you please write a Bucky x reader where she works as the teams assistant? She’s got a violent bf but no one knows about it until he assaults her at one of Starks parties. Bucky steps in and kicks his ass. He helps her move out of her place to live with him since he’s got his own floor at the tower. Bucky Barnes x Abused!Reader Words: 2,217 Warnings: Swearing, deception, threatening behaviour, violence, and angst. Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

A Hidden Pain Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Your reunion at the hospital went far better than you had been expecting it to and for the first time in what felt like an incredibly long time he seemed to be back to the man he had been when you had fallen in love with him. Despite him being the injured party he held every door open for you as you left the hospital ward and he even helped you into the cab just like any other gentleman would. It was like nothing bad had ever happened between the two of you.

"I can't wait to get home. It will be nice to sleep in my own bed - those hospital ones are just wrong." Josh slipped himself onto the back seat of the cab next to where you were sat and wrapped his injured arm around your shoulders to pull him close into you. "I would request you join me but between the broken ribs and the fractured arm I doubt it will be all that pleasant."

An amused chuckle escaped from his lips but you didn't feel at all entertained by what he had said if anything you still felt terrible about what had taken place - about the pain that was inflicted upon him. As your guilt began to consume you a little more than you would have liked your teeth bit down into your bottom lip hard.

"You're not thinking of apologising again are you?"

"Hmm?" Snapping yourself out of your thoughts you turned to see that Josh had noticed your unease. "N-No...No I was just thinking that's all. Do you.....Do you remember anything about what happened?"

His hand gripped onto your shoulder hard, causing you to flinch slightly as thoughts of him hitting you began to invade your mind. It was only when you were about to move out of his strong grip that he lowered his lips down to your ear - his eyes remaining focused on the driver of the cab to make sure he wasn't listening in to the conversation.

"You mean do I remember that cripple beating me senseless for touching my own girlfriend?"

Your blood ran cold when his dangerously low voice travelled down your ear. His grip was at the point where his fingertips were sure to be leaving bruises on your skin even under the three layers of clothing you were wearing and any sense of hope you had felt for the future was thrown out of the open cab window and sent careering down the road behind you.

"Oh I remember every goddamn painful second sweetheart, believe me, and he will pay for it."

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"I'm afraid I am not allowed to let you leave your room Mr Barnes."

Vision stood before the angered super soldier, a dead pan expression on his face just as it always was, his arms folded across his chest as he watched him pace about his room. His metal hand was clenching up into a ball repeatedly as he restrained himself from lashing out.

"Vision you're a decent......whatever you are.....but I really have no patience for this today."

"I can sense that by the heightened state of your the amygdala." Bucky threw the synthetic humanoid a perplexed look which only achieved an even more confusing explanation. "Oh it is located deep within the temporal lobe of your brain. It controls emotions and your instin-"

"I don't give a damn what is going on in my head Vision! [y/n] is in danger and you lot are acting like I am some fucking wild animal that needs to be confined!"

This confrontation was doing nothing in the way of calming him down and the longer he was unable to get to you the more wind up he became. His jaw was clenched and a vein near his temple was throbbing away - his anger had always been something he could never control fully and when it came to the thought of you in danger it was uncontrollable completely. He still couldn't understand why you would have gone back to Josh......when you had him.

That's when he saw his opportunity - the window. His living quarters were 25 floors up but there was a building opposite it, he could make the jump with only a few bruises or a fractured bone at the worst should he land wrong, and given that Vision wasn’t about to move anytime soon there was no other choice. He was going to have to take it.

Without another thought for his own safety he propelled himself through the large panoramic window that overlooked the city's skyline and kept his sharp blue eyes on the very building roof he was heading for.

“Well…out of all the possible scenarios I predicted might happen that was most certainly not one of them.”

Despite his high levels of intelligence even Vision was dumbfounded by the sheer lack of concern for his welfare that Bucky had just demonstrated.

Tapping into the tower’s internal communications he reached out to the only person who would be able to sort this out.

“Captain Rogers it would appear that Mr Barnes decided to take an alternative route out of the building. May I suggest that you follow? Although this city is big there is only one location I have deduced he is going to.”

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It took quite the amount of manoeuvring to get Josh upstairs to the bedroom, having to make sure he didn’t knock any part of him on the way up, but once he was settled into the bed a sigh of relief escaped your lips as you perched yourself on the edge next to him.

Your eyes landed onto his bag that been brought back from the hospital as well and with him needing to rest up you figured the next best thing to take your mind off what he said in the cab was to unpack his things…..preferably at as slow a pace as possible so that you wouldn’t need to focus on him anytime soon. An idea which seemed perfect enough in your mind but when you leaned forward to unzip it Josh moved so fast on the bed towards you that it caused you to instinctively jump out of the way of any punch or slap he was about to throw at you.

The bag that had been a focal point in the distraction you needed now proved to be nothing more than an obstacle as your feet got tangled up in its handles and you found your entire centre of gravity shifting as you fell to the floor. It all happened so fast that even when you noticed the door handle of the wardrobe coming into view you couldn’t stop yourself from connecting with it.

A pained cry escaped your lips as the force of the impact opened the injury to your head that you had sustained just a few days previously.

“Jesus [y/n]!”

With a roll of his eyes Josh reluctantly wandered over to you, making sure to step over the bag that had just caused you to fall, and helped you back up onto your feet.

“Me? All I wanted to do was unpack your damn things.”

“I will do it myself. There are things in there that not even my girlfriend would want to see.”

Was hardly an explanation that offered anything towards why he wouldn’t allow you to unpack it but you weren’t about to argue anytime soon. The freshly opened wound on your head was the only injury you wanted today.

“Fine. Get back in bed while I clean myself up and then I will make you some coffee.”

Your eyes drifted back over to the bag, wondering what it was that he hadn’t wanted you to see, but when his dark eyes cast themselves over to you your retreat out of the room couldn’t have been any quicker.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Your foot had only just left the bottom step when the loud noise came from the front door to your home.

“[y/n] I know you are in there now open the door.”

“Buck?”

The banging on the door stopped as soon as you spoke out but the urgent tone in his voice didn’t go anywhere.

“Please open the door. I need to make sure he hasn’t hurt you.”

The wound on your head had become the least of your concerns as your hand wrapped itself around the metal door handle, after all what had happened upstairs had actually been a genuine accident - it was your paranoia that had caused it not Josh himself, so when you opened the door to reveal a rather dishevelled looking Bucky you were taken aback by the fresh anger that took over him.

“Seriously? You’re back with him for five minutes and he’s already fucking touching you?!”

“What?” For a few brief seconds you were confused as to what he was talking about until a drop of blood dripped down onto your cheek. That was when you realised just what he must have thought. “No, no, Bucky….this, this was an accident. I swear! He didn’t do anything this time.”

“Where is he?”

Completely ignoring your explanation for the wound he very gently placed his hands onto both of your shoulders so that he could re-position you to allow a way in for himself.

“You were never supposed to come back here.” His eyes scanned the hallway and when he saw that there was no immediate sign of Josh he turned to look at you – a sad look enveloping the anger that had once been in his eyes. “You were supposed to stay with me.”

“I…I couldn’t. I had already put you through more than enough. You deserve better than that.”

Good god all you wanted to do was to wrap your arms around him, feel his lips smothering yours, and take away the sadness he was feeling. The two of you had never said it in as many words but it was clear to not only the other Avengers but also the two of you that you deeply cared for one another…..if only you’d have met at a different time then things could have been different.

“Longing….rusted….”

You had become so lost in the pair of sharp blue eyes stood before you that you had pretty much forgotten where you were….and who was upstairs. Now that something had broken you out of the hold Bucky had on you the fear really began to set in.

“…..furnace….daybreak….”

The words were spoken in a language that you weren’t fluent in but you knew all too well what was being said and even if you didn’t the look of sheer horror in Bucky’s eyes would have soon confirmed it for you. With each word that was spoken Josh took another step down the stairs and it soon became apparent just why he hadn’t wanted you to go looking through his bag. In his uninjured hand he held a small red notebook that was worn around the edges and had a black star embedded into the front of it.

“No, no, no…..Bucky you need to get out of here!” But he wasn’t moving, he couldn’t, the panic that was beginning to consume him meant that he was frozen to the spot where he stood as his chest rose and fell quickly. Your hand went up to his cheek, the pad of your thumb caressing his cheekbone, as you forced him to look at you. “That is not you anymore. Don’t listen to the words. Just keep listening to me…..please!”

Knowing that you were attempting to drown out his words by speaking louder Josh retaliated by shouting them out.

“….seventeen….benign…..nine…..”

A scream came from the super soldier as his body fell to the floor and both his hands clutched at his head as though the words themselves were sending a searing pain through him. You went down with him, continuing to make sure that he could feel your touch on him, and now your own panic was showing as tears crashed through the defences you had tried to put up for him and cascaded down your cheeks.

You didn’t know how Josh had ended up with such a horrifying part of Bucky’s past, or how he even knew in what way the words should be pronounced, but such questions were going to have to wait. There were far more important things to deal with right now.

“Bucky please. You can’t leave me now. I….”

You wanted to tell him the truth, hoping that it would prevent the words from changing him, but there was still the part of you that was terrified of doing so. Nothing good had come from telling the truth so far.

“….homecoming….one…..freight car.”

“…I love you.”

Silence filled the hallway, even Josh wasn’t making a sound now as he looked down at the scene, and as Bucky’s hands fell from where they had been clutching his head his face shot up so that your eyes met. There was no longer a hint of emotion inside of them, no spark of life, just a cold, dark, look of determination as his metal hand shot out towards your throat.

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