#infinity hit tub

[mayuiki-art]

Pool Infinity (Houston)

[mrsoharaa]

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Satoru has no concept of personal space or boundaries, so when he senses you taking a long, dark, candle lit bubble bath in his master bathroom, alone...best believe that man is thrashing through the door like a shameless, needy buffoon that he is.

The slick coat that covered your pretty skin, the flickering small light of the cackling flames from the candles peppering your soaked flesh with such beautiful colored hues complimenting your complexion almost rakes out every heavy breath panting from the gawking, white haired mans lungs. Completely sets down the bag of goodies he had stopped to get for you (since he knew you were on your period, he actually took the time after training his students to pick you up some supplies and your favorite snacks) onto the sink next to him.

His heart races fervently against his hefty chest, blinded sight practically searing through the thin binding covering his perfect, awe-struck vision.

He leisurely sits himself down next to you on the edge of the tub, one hand reaching for your soapy lathered leg and massaging the supple, smooth skin. Almost makes you melt under his wooing touch, leaning your head back against the back of the wide marbled tub as you feel your body coax perfectly with the hot, bubbly water basking into your tense skin and Satoru's generous soothing massage.

A soft, satisfied sigh leaves your lips, all worries and stress evaporating from your aching body. You glance over to the grinning, lanky man still massaging your relaxed limb, feeling his languid fingers gradually linger more further upward with enticing grazes.

You tilt your head lazily over onto your shoulder, lips curling into a tight smile, eyes focused intently on his slick maneuvering.

"Satoru" you finally murmur with a shrill threat dipping into your soft voice, he simply hums nonchalantly. As though he doesn't know what he is doing, also tilting his head as an act to his faulty innocence. His fingers continue to skim up along the pliable flesh of your legs to your mid thighs.

An electrical shiver crawls all through your lower body up to the arch of your spine from his not-so-subtle touches.

"I didn't start a bath just for you to seduce me, dummy" you twitch your leg a bit from him, but his grasp had already tighten, bringing it back to his gracious touches. He chuckles lightly, tracing soft shapes along the plush of your mid thighs with cooing strokes.

"Could've fooled me love" he remarks, laughing at the subtle splashes you made towards his slick retort, hitting nothing but his invisible shield (Infinity) blocking from staining into his clothes.

"Seriously Satoru, I just want to relax" you whine dramatically, leaning your head back against the marbled stone of the tubs back, untensing your shoulders and leg muscles.

"I'm here to help you with that baby...just let me help you, that's all I want to do" his crisp voice draws you in, glimpsing back at him wearing such a serious and intent look (so not like him, and that lets you know how serious he was actually being).

Your brows perch highly, adjusting your body as you lean forward closer towards your leering towering boyfriend, carefully removing your leg from his clasp. Your arms cross over one another amongst the side of the tub, resting your chin on your forearms as you gently poke and stroke at his pants against his knee. All while lazily starring up at him.

"No funny business though Satoru, my body is yelling at me and my uterus is already twisting in ways it shouldn't" you sigh in defeat, watching the excitement quickly sprawl all across the sorcerers flawless face, like a child getting permission to pick out their favorite toy from a store.

Doesn't take him long to fling off the restricting clothing confining his surprisingly bulked, well fit stature. Pooling the nuisance of cloth against the frame of the creaked door, carefully maneuvering into the tub behind you, and wrapping his prolong, burly arms around your smaller figure. Pulling you in close into his firm chest, with your back flushed perfectly against his welcoming skin.

You carefully lay your head back against his chest, listening to the steady heart beats and breathing rhythmically waft through his chest. The warmth and comfort of his beefy arms securing you closely into his enthralling embrace. Feeling ever so safe and adored by him. Entrapped by his weighing, soothing presence.

Your eyes slowly peek up to meet his closed ones, carefully studying, admiring the beautiful snowy curled lashes gently grazing his skin beneath his eyes. The scattered imprinted marks from his strenuous fight with Sukuna, decorating ever so breathtakingly along his luscious flesh. He was a beautifully decorated canvas that told lulling stories, a sheer work of art through your eyes that you didn't think you'd come to know and love. A pillar of pure enchantment and unyielding love.

Lost in your own wonderment and awe, you hadn't realize the growing smirk playfully tugging at the sorcerers lips, perking down at you. With one eye peered open, taking in your greedy admiration for the man, Satoru could only wallow away in the intent adoration and gawking you were bathing him in. Feeding into his attention hunger and ego.

"You know the more you stare, the harder it is for me to not to appreciate you more, myself baby" his smooth voice chuckles coyly, adoring the sudden fluster draw out along your face. His arms locking in more firmly around you from squirming out of his grasp, holding you close and steady against his built. His glossed lips meet the open span of your torrid cute cheek, placing a gentle, tender kiss upon the plush flesh.

"S-shut up Satoru...I was just...looking" you pout softly, whipping your head back forwardly as you adjust your body against his.

Finally finding a comfortable position for yourself, you could feel the heat of his breath fan against the shell of your right ear, his chin nestled ever so comfortably amongst your shoulder, arms still latched safely around you. Completely and utterly content.

"You're so cute, my cute little soon to be wifey" he toys subtly, gingerly nipping at your ear lobe, snickering at your jolt to his actions. Feels your shoulders nudge against him, smirking ever so smugly and childishly as he always does.

"Satoru, I will kick you out if you don't stop" you warn, face still hot from the steam of your bath to the growing flustering blooming throughout your entire body. He laughs carefully, detaching his teeth from your lobe as he settles back gently onto your shoulder, this time resting his cheek flatly against the supple skin. Humming, almost purring to the consoling touch of your skin masking with his.

His smooth lips brushes faintly against your neck, pressing delicate kisses upon the inviting space.

"Haha...I'm sorry sweetheart, here let me just...hold you...let me take care of you, my love" he sweetly croons into your neck.

"Let me tend to you...can I spoil you princess? I'll pamper you, make you dinner and everything...tonight is all about you, my heart, service and entirety is yours to command" he gives you another subtle kiss against your neck, feeling you tense up to the warm, fuzzy touch of his silky lips. Breathing ever so lightly to his every touch and pledges to you.

You hum to yourself, leaning your head a bit as you raise your right hand to cup his cheek and smile, glancing in his direction.

"Aren't you being such a sweet kiss up? but...of course 'Toru, tend to me tonight please...I missed you and your touch honestly" you mumble softly, melding deep into his endearing embrace, readjusting your body to face him directly as you cup both of your hands onto his cheeks. A honed smile gracious his face, leans into the warm invite of your palms, kissing delicately amongst your skin.

Big, round globes of brighten cerulean meets your generous gaze, his hands draping over the curves of your body.

"The feelings mutual baby...of course I'll tend to you, that's all I ever want to do...want to make you feel good, want to make you feel safe, loved and absolutely adored...I want to hand you the world and then more"

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[gothic-thoughts]

Different I Love You

(I heard the rumors, Gojo Simps. So here's some happiness.)

Gojo Satoru x Black Fem Reader Fluff

DomesticAU, Drabble

TW: None

"I'm baack~!"

 Silence. I pout a little as I lock the door behind me and walk into the kitchen area.

"Baby girl?" I put down the paper bag on the counter, "Your favorite boy is home~!"

 The continuous silence made me frown before walking upstairs. I open our bedroom door to see (Y/n) fast asleep with her arms wrapped around my pillow on my side of the bed. Aww, and she swears she hates me. I'd let her sleep but I don't wanna. I tiptoe to the bed, lean over and vigorously shake her awake until she yells at me.

"Hi~ Miss me?"

 She threw my pillow at my face and groans when it hits the infinity around me. I laugh, tossing it back on the bed and sitting on the bed to spoon her into me feeling her skin heat up my cool body, leaving her with goosebumps and a slight shiver. I pepper her neck and right cheek with light kisses before squeezing her tightly to my body.

"It's wild how even when you're annoying as hell I manage to miss you anyway." She mumbles groggily, "What the hell are you even doing here, I thought you were gonna be in Japan for a couple more days."

"You know who you're talking to? Of course I handled a couple curses in less than two weeks."

"Itadori and Megumi helped didn't they?"

"Maybe...but-they-didn't-have-to!"

"Uh huh. What about that time when--"

  I attacked her face and forehead with kisses to shush her from saying anymore nonsense until she finally pushed me away.

"Come back here." I chuckle before cutting it off with a gasp, "Oh wait! I bought you something!"

"Really?! From Japan?"

"No from Italy, yes Japan! Let's go!"

"Is that why you woke me up?"

"Yes, cuz it can't wait! C'mon."

 I throw her over my shoulder, listening to her ramble about being tired and how badly she doesn't wanna move. Like I wasn't the one moving her, she'll be fine. She'll be even better when I show her what I got! Once in the kitchen, I gently place (Y/n) on her feet.

"Boom! Open it!"

 She looked between me and the brown paper bag and I nodded with a wide smile, assuring her it wasn't one of my pranks. She squints.

"It's not! Would I do that to you as soon as I got back?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"Babe, just loook~"

 She sucks her teeth and looks inside the bag before turning back at me with her jaw dropped and her eyes wide. She quickly pulled out the 2 of the three containers of ice cream mochi in each hand with a bright smile. 

"Aww...Satoru...."

"I got them in the airport in Japan. And before you say anything, it's two containers of strawberry and a case of cookies and cream."

"Aw, Toru~ This is so sweet."

"I accept my payment in kisses, so go ahead."

"I cannot believe you woke me up for this."

"It woulda melted!"

"It should be melted, you got it before getting on a 14 hour flight! An besides we have a freezer."

"It was important! Just try some!"

"It's all goopy, lemme freeze it for a minute."

"(Y/n), please! I never ask you for anything!"

"That's cap."

"JUST TRY SOME!"

 She quickly opens the small tub of ice cream and happily bites into one of the strawberry-flavored mochi. She hums in content while I clapped like a kid.

"It's melted!"

"But is it good?"

She rolls her eyes at me with a chuckle, "It is good." She puts both the tubs into our freezer. "How much was this anyway? I hope it wasn't too much."

"It's fine, it was about 2500 yen."

"What, 2500?! Wait, how much is that?"

"Relax it's about 25 dollars here. It's not that much."

"Oh good, I almost felt the need to pay you back."

"I mean, I haven't gotten my payment yet."

"Ohh, right. You mean this?"

 She grabbed my shirt and made me bend down for a tender kiss from her. Our lips were cold from the ice cream but the kiss itself warmed my soul after such a long time away from her. Before I knew she pulled away with a smile but I wasn't done.

[femininenachos]

Vacation au? Do tell 👀

They arrive via ferry from the mainland, then by rental car.

“We would’ve got here a lot sooner if Grandma Wells ever dared to go above 20 mph.”

“Excuse me for not wanting us to plummet to our deaths on a blind turn, Octavia. Those roads are treacherous.”

“The speed limit was 40. 40! A senior citizen could go faster. In fact, an old lady on a Vespa overtook us back there.”

“That is such bullshit.”

Clarke drops her luggage and cuts across the argument. “Guys, enough! Come see the view.”

She throws open the patio doors to reveal an infinity pool with the most spectacular backdrop. Sparkling azure waters, rippling in the early evening haze, dramatic red-brown cliffs in the distance descending sharply into the sea. The picture postcard perfect village of Polis sprouts out of the rugged mountainside, whitewashed cuboid houses with painted blue doors, window frames and shutters, clustered tightly together and cascading down the steep slope.  

It takes her breath away.

“Oh, wow.” Wells peels off his shades and stands alongside Clarke in silent awe for a minute, transported by the sheer beauty of their surroundings. “Okay, I could get used to looking at that every day.”

“Right?” Clarke agrees with a wistful sigh. “The Airbnb photos didn’t do it justice.”

“Bell’s going to be so fucking jealous when he sees this on my Stories,” Octavia says, whipping out her phone.

To one side there’s a secluded courtyard, hemmed in by purple oleanders, the fragrant air thick with the scent of bougainvillea in bloom that climbs the walls.

It’s a slice of paradise; a dream come true.

Their haven for the next two weeks, and Clarke already feels the stress that followed her across the Atlantic melting away.

She fully intends to make use of that hot tub, preferably with a trashy airport novel in one hand and a fruity alcoholic concoction in the other. Just switch off, relax, and unwind. Mentally, she’s already changed into her swimsuit when Octavia pushes in between them and drapes her arms around their shoulders.

“So… what are our plans for this evening?”

“A glass of wine and some nibbles and an early night.”

That earns Clarke an appalled look from both her friends.

“I just came off a sixteen-hour shift. Who else here scrubbed in for three separate surgeries yesterday then hopped on a plane? I’m exhausted.”

“Fair,” Wells shrugs.

Octavia isn’t so sympathetic.

A frown sits on her face. “You can’t be a shut-in on our first night, Clarke.” Her eyes turn pleading. “Look, we’ll just have a nice, low-key dinner at the taverna. Maybe hit a bar or two after.”

Clarke groans.

A tug on her wrist. “Come on, we’re on vacation. Live a little. Whatever happened to party monster Clarke Griffin?”

“Uh, residency and 200k of student loan debt.”

She looks to Wells for backup, but he remains studiously blank. Some ally he is, she thinks with an inward tut. Meanwhile, Octavia just pins her with one of those formidable stares that always fills Clarke with a vague sense of inadequacy. 

She crumbles after a beat.

Heaves an exasperated sigh. 

“Fine. But no shots.”

~*~

Of course, the first thing Octavia does when they’re seated on the outside terrace is order a round of fayaflou. Distilled locally, it might as well be 100% proof pure ethanol by the way it burns down Clarke’s throat and starts an inferno in her chest. Even Wells chokes a little, but Octavia just acts like she guzzled down spring water fresh from a mountain stream.

“Another?” She asks, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

“Fuck, no,” Clarke croaks out through a coughing fit. She holds up a palm in surrender, the other flat against her sternum as if that could somehow mitigate the effects.

A scoff from Octavia. “Lightweight.”

“I’d just like to return home with my liver intact.”

“Same,” Wells says, his features contorted into a pained grimace. “I didn’t agree to this trip to get blackout drunk. Polis is steeped in culture and history. I mean, did you see those incredible ancient ruins on the drive here?”

Octavia rolls her eyes so hard the retinas nearly detach.

But after a moment’s reflection, she concedes. “Actually, you have a point. Gotta pace ourselves. The night is young and I’ve got my eye on that hot piece over there.”

All eyes follow her nod to the bar, where an impossibly chiselled, handsome guy is making cocktails. Tall. Tattooed. Muscles bulging out of his tight black shirt as he juggles two bottles at once with impressive showmanship. 

They all have to scrape their jaws off the floor. 

He might be the most beautiful man Clarke has ever seen, not that she would dare interfere when Octavia has her sights set on someone. But then a waitress glides up to him, passing off an order with a short, melodious laugh that reaches Clarke’s ears and when the woman turns around, Clarke’s mouth drops again.

Because she is gorgeous.

Chestnut brown hair pinned up in a twist, a few loose tendrils framing the kind of face that people wrote epic poetry about thousands of years ago. High cheekbones and pouty lips. A jawline cut from marble. Eyes drawn heavy with liner scan the terrace, landing on Clarke for a second, and those lips pull up almost imperceptibly, twitching into the subtle hint of a smile.

Caught staring, Clarke flushes and drops her gaze, feigning a sudden fascination with the laminated menu.

“How is it that everyone here looks like a model?” Wells wonders aloud.

“It’s all the genes,” Octavia says in a superior tone, proud of her own distant Polisian ancestry. She props her chin on her hand and bats her lashes. “We’re naturally beautiful people, what can I say?”

Wells snorts. “Naturally conceited, maybe.”

“Whatever. Clarke. Clarke? Clarke.”

A finger snap in front of her face jolt Clarke out of her daze. She scowls, but when she lifts her eyes, seeking out another glimpse of the waitress, Clarke is disappointed to find her gone.

“What are you having?” Octavia asks. “I’m thinking… calamari to start, and maybe we could share the seafood platter?”

“Uh…” Clarke pretends to pour over the menu options, still in a state of distraction. The words blur together. Her pulse hasn’t slowed yet and her palms are sweating. “Sure, sounds good.”

“Clarke might prefer something off-menu,” Wells says, and she looks up again just in time to see him incline his head towards the waitress approaching.

Octavia hoots delightedly and Clarke kicks her under the table.

All the same, Clarke’s throat dries out.

She can’t force her eyes away, drinking up the sight in front of her. How the crisp, white short-sleeved blouse hugs the girl’s torso and toned arms, such a striking contrast against sun-bronzed skin. One too many buttons are undone, affording a peek of sharp clavicles and a shadowy inch of cleavage. It has Clarke wetting her lips as her eyes dip down, taking in the neat black skirt and heels. Legs that go on for miles and miles.

Clarke shifts in her seat, warmth spreading through every inch of her body. She can’t even blame the residual heat of a sweltering day, the gentle sea breeze providing welcome relief as the orange disc of the sun squats low on the horizon, the last golden rays reaching out like fingers across the sky. 

“Not a word,” Clarke warns, seconds before the waitress arrives at their table.

Then Clarke hears her speak. “Hello, I’m Lexa. Are you ready to order?” Lightly accented English delivered in a crisp, coolly confident voice with a girlish lilt, and Clarke is a goner. 

Fully melts into a puddle of lust while Octavia and Wells rattle off their choices. When it’s Clarke’s turn, she finds herself tongue-tied. Up close, those eyes are the lushest, loveliest shade of green, and Clarke is transfixed.

Her stomach swoops.

It’s ridiculous. She’s a grown adult, a medical professional with years of clinical training below her belt, and inside she’s a mess because a beautiful woman is looking at her with an expectant arch of one eyebrow, patiently waiting for Clarke to recover from whatever brain malfunction she’s currently experiencing. 

“Hi, hello,” trips from Clarke’s mouth and it feels like her soul leaves her body at the same time. In an instant, her face heats. She offers a small, flustered laugh. “Sorry, I’m a space cadet today. Head in the clouds. The time difference, I guess.”

Across the table, her friends hide their amusement behind their knuckles, clearly entertained by her latest episode of undignified flailing in front of an attractive stranger. 

Full lips curve into a smirk that does absolutely nothing to slow the rapid hammering of Clarke’s heart or cool her flushed cheeks.

“What can I get you?”

A date, please.

(And in five years, give or take, a springtime wedding in a converted barn with fairy lights strung everywhere and two hundred guests in attendance, if Mom has any say in the planning.)

Get it together, Griffin.

Like the flip of a switch, she turns on the charm. Eases into a smile, one that’s seldom failed her (and gotten her out of plenty of scrapes besides). Tucks her hair behind her ear and lets her fingers trail down her neck. She sees the way the woman–Lexa’s–eyes darken as they track the movement, how they make a quick but unsubtle appraisal of Clarke’s seated figure.

Her confidence soars.

The mild funk she’d found herself in from a long day of travelling evaporates.

“You know what, I’m feeling adventurous. Surprise me.” Her gaze flicks towards beestung lips then back up, locking eyes once more. “Lexa.”

They hold eye contact for a stretch of seconds, and Clarke feels a current run through her. Mutual attraction, instant and electric.

“More drinks?” The question is intended for the whole table, but Lexa’s attention doesn’t stray from Clarke until Wells clears his throat. She almost appears annoyed by the interruption, a flash of irritation in her eyes, a muscle in her lower cheek flexing before her expression smooths out and she turns her head to look at him. And, God, that jawline nearly takes out Clarke in the process. It’s lickable. 

“Could we have a pitcher of water, please? My friends here are extremely thirsty,” Wells says, glancing pointedly between Clarke and Octavia.

“Make that three margaritas,” Octavia overrules him. “And have the sexy bartender bring them over.”

“O!” Clarke snaps, mortified.

So brazen. 

She gives Lexa an apologetic look, but there’s a ghost of a smirk on her lips again, a gleam in her eyes that suggests she’s happy to play along.

When Lexa departs, Octavia bumps Clarke’s arm excitedly with her fist. “I saw that! My girl, getting her flirt on like a pro.”

“Flirt?” Wells chuckles. “She practically had a sign on her forehead that said: ‘funny how my legs are wide open all of a sudden.’ Zero points for subtlety.”

Clarke huffs out a sigh and crosses her arms. “Oh, fuck off. Let me objectify someone in peace.”

“No, no. It’s good!” Octavia insists. “You should be putting yourself out there more. Especially after the F-I-N-N debacle.”

An eye roll. “You can say his name, O. I won't relapse into a depressive episode.”

“Okay, but you deserve to have fun. Ogle girls. Guys. Nonbinary eye candy.” She pats Clarke’s wrist. “I fully support your hot girl summer.”

Octavia peers past Clarke to check out the bartender again. She bites her lip, eyes glazing over a bit. “And I, for one, plan to climb that fine man like a tree before the night is over.”

Clarke sighs again. Unfolding her arms, she reaches for the empty shot glass in front of her, twirling it around with her fingers. “She’s probably a player, anyway. I bet she’s slept with six sunburnt British girls already this season.”

Tearing her gaze away from the beefy hunk behind the bar, Octavia looks at Clarke dubiously, brows pulled together. “Uh, she seemed pretty laser-focused on you. I felt like I was intruding on some serious eye-fucking a minute ago.” 

A fiendish grin spreads. 

“All signs indicate that Sexy Lexy has the hots for Clarkeypoo too.”

“Stop,” Clarke groans, hiding her face in her hands while she squirms with embarrassment. She shakes it off. “Vacation flings are so cliche, and the last thing I need as a souvenir is an STI.”

“Can we just enjoy a civilised meal, is that too much to ask?” Wells says, shaking his head in dismay. “All this sex talk is spoiling my appetite. I really don’t want to think about either of you in that capacity, ever.”

“Such a killjoy,” Octavia tells him. “Don’t worry, we’ll find someone for you too. A bespectacled, buck-toothed museum guide or something, that’s more your speed.”

Clarke tunes out their ensuing good-natured bickering, eyes landing on Lexa where she stands at the bar, chatting up two stereotypically Scandinavian blonde backpacker types. A tiny, unreasonable ember of jealousy flares in her gut that she tries to ignore. It’s not like they’re anything to each other (yet). Maybe Lexa flirts with everyone to alleviate the boredom of her shift and this is all just a mildly diverting game to pass the time.

As though sensing Clarke’s attention on her from afar, Lexa glances over her shoulder, and in the brief moment when their eyes catch and hold, the slight smile that curves across Lexa’s lips feels like it might be Clarke’s downfall.

Next

[batz-surveys]

12.

When was the last time you saw the person you like? This afternoon, before he left for work.

What are you listening to? The a/c and my dog licking her pillow.

Would you take back your last boyfriend/girlfriend? No times infinity!

Did you babysit for money when you were in middle school? I babysat, but I sure as hell didn't get paid. I was forced to look after my niece and nephew from the time I was thirteen, until I could get a real job at seventeen or eighteen.

Who is your favorite band? How long have they been? The Used. I've loved them from the first time I listened to their first album, which was a burned CD. That was when I was a freshman in high school, so either 2003 or 2004.

What do the last two texts you received from different people say? Hubs: "Damn, baby I'm sorry. I'll clean the tub tomorrow after I take you to work." I hurt my back last week, and couldn't clean it to take an epsom salt bath today. Mother In Law: "[heart emoji]"

Are you good at wrapping presents? I’m great at wrapping presents, but I prefer to put gifts in bags so that people can reuse them.

Who are you more like? Your mom or your dad? I would say I'm a pretty good mix of both, both personality wise and physical traits.

How do you respond to being nervous? Oh, not well at all.

Who were the last two boys to text you? You mean men. And it was my husband and my dad.

If you could have one thing right this second, what would it be? A winning lottery ticket so that I don't have to work tomorrow, and I can go see a doctor without fear of spending over $200 just for them to tell me I pulled a muscle.

How did you get your last bruise? Either a kid hitting me or me knocking into something.

Name something you disliked about today? My back hurt so bad when I woke up this morning, that I could barely get out of bed on my own.

Who is your favorite author? It's a toss-up between Clive Barker and Stephen King. Stephen King writes more, but Clive Barker's way with words and description is just wonderful. And then there's Edgar Allan Poe...fuck, I can't pick!

Do you like to have long hair or short hair? I like the way long hair looks on me, because my face is chubby, but I love that short hair is so much easier to manage.

Do you think doing drugs is cool? Haha, no? I think it's just something for people to do. That's like asking if I think doing the dishes is cool. It's not awesome, but people do it.

If you could go to Africa, would you? If I had time to research all the areas I would be going to, yes. And I'd have to take my dad. It's his dream to go to Africa.

What were you doing at 9:00 a.m. this morning? I was lying in bed watching Tik Toks.

How often do you see your most recent ex? Never, thank goodness.

Have you ever driven without a license? Haha, yes. But I don't drive. It was just some practice at our old storage unit place, and then I had a panic attack so...

Do you think you have made a difference in anyone’s life? I know I have. That sounds cocky, but it's true because people have literally told me.

Who were you last in a car with? A Lyft driver on Friday. Haha, it just set in that I haven't left my apartment other than to walk my dog since Friday.

What is bothering you right now? The weekend is over, my back still hurts, and I don't want to work because of it.

What are you planning to do on your 19th birthday? Ha! My 19th birthday was forever ago. I can't even remember what I did for it.

Do you like cheesecake? I have to be in the mood for it, but sure.

Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? My husband.

Is there a high chance of you going out to the movies soon? Yes, I want to see Joker: Folie à Deux so bad! I'm not sure when I'll get a chance to. I'll probably have to play hooky on one of my husband's days off.

How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday? Thirty-six.

How did you meet the last person you kissed? Through Facebook. We had mutual friends, we talked for a couple weeks before meeting in person, he invited me to a band practice, and the rest, as they say, is history.

What does your hair look like? It’s in eight braids.

Do you like your hair? I like when it cooperates with me, sure.

Do you wake up cranky? Most days, yes.

Are there certain things that can’t be joked about with you? Sure, and they're obvious things that nobody should joke about in the first place.

Do you care who wins the Super Bowl? Not really.

Where did you get the shirt you’re wearing? I got it for Xmas a couple years ago. But more than likely, The Used's online shop.

Have you ever met your favorite band // singer? I have. Not the original line-up, but still.

Have you ever been in a life threatening situation? Yes.

Have you ever read the Hunger Games series? No.

Do you watch a lot of movies? A lot of horror movies, yes.

Have you ever had highlights in your hair? Well, I had streaks at one point. But they were teal.

Do you like to keep a routine? Not only do I like to, but I have to.

Who knows your biggest secrets? My journals.

Do you have any hickeys on you? No.

Have you ever made out with someone you weren’t dating? Yes.

Can you recall the last time you sincerely liked someone? Now. I love my husband.

Do you have any interesting tattoos/piercings? I wouldn't call my tattoos interesting, really. But I have had some wild piercings back in the day, haha. I've been pierced over like, twenty times.

Do you have a good relationship with your parent(s)? I do now, yes. Distance from my mom healed my relationship with her. And my dad getting sober healed my dad's relationships with all of us.

How many siblings do you have? I have two brothers, although I don't talk to one of them, and a sister.

What do you hear right now? The restaurant down the fucking street. Same three fucking beats, in rotation, almost every night.

What friend haven’t you seen in a while that you’d like to see? Oh man, I don't even want to pull at this string. Next!

Are your lips soft? Right now, not really actually. I just pressed my lips together and they feel a little chapped.

Who did you last shoot a dirty look at? Honestly, probably a parent of a kid at work.

Last time you were sick? I had a little sinus issue last week. I think it was from cleaning the bathroom without proper ventilation, though, and not actually catching it from somewhere.

Who came over last? My husband's friend. He had just got out of the hospital, and he didn't want to be alone, so he came over Friday night to chill.

Where is your next date? God, I hope it's soon. I'm dying for romance. We've just not had the time.

Whose car were you in last, besides your own? I don't have a car. It's always my husband's car. But I guess other than his, then it was my Lyft driver on Friday.

What letter does your boyfriend/girlfriend’s last name start with? L.

Has the last person you kissed ever been to your house? Yes, he lives here.

What would you do if Jesse McCartney rang you up and asked you on a date?  I forgot about this guy - I'm pretty sure I thought him and Aaron Carter (RIP) was the same person.

Would you ever date someone who was absolutely gorgeous but thought they were better than everyone else? I'm married. But for the question's sake, probably not. I've done that before in the past and honestly, he wasn't even that cute and his attitude made him very unattractive.

Do you dislike anyone? No.

Why? I let go of the reasons I dislike a person when I let that person go. Like, the former question made me think of my brother that I don't talk to. I don't hate him, really. I just got fed up with all the things he's done to my family, and cut him loose. I want nothing but the best for him, and his family, because their my family, too. But, I also want nothing to do with that side of my family. I've had enough. It's not a grudge, like my mom likes to say, it's just the end of our relationship. Just because the same blood runs through our veins, doesn't mean we have to be family.

How would you feel if you got the person you liked? I got him.

Do you remember who you liked on New Year’s? My husband, haha.

Have you ever felt like you weren’t good enough? Sure. It's something I'm working on to this day.

Do you understand football? Kind of. Not where I could explain it, but I can watch and follow along.

Explain your relationship status: Married to my best friend in the whole world.

Ever been called a jerk/bitch? Yes, both jokingly and seriously.

What do you think your mom does when she goes out? She's either running errands for my grandma or Ms. Betty, or shopping.

Do chickens have feelings? I think so. It's why I don't eat them. Tomorrow's seven years as a vegetarian for me!

Where is your sister right now? Probably at home.

What kind of phone do you have? Samsung Galaxy S8. Shut up, it still works fine.

What do you smell like? My leave-in conditioner, so kind of coconutty.

Are you allergic to anything? Yes, several things.

Have you ever been to a spa? No.

Do you miss someone? I do miss my husband. I'm still not used to his long, late hours yet.

Do you think they miss you too? I'm sure he would rather be here with me, yes.

Do you know how to do a cart-wheel? I've never done a cartwheel before in my life. I've always been afraid of breaking my neck, haha. Which is stupid, because I skateboarded in high school with no regard for breaks and bruises because I never wore pads or a helmet.

In one word, how would you define yourself? Tired.

How did you feel when you woke up? Tired and achy.

When was the last time you saw your father? Wednesday evening.

Have you ever passed out on the bathroom floor? Ugh, yes, thanks for reminding me of that fucked up time in my life where I was either always high or drunk to numb the pain of my life outside of the drugs and alcohol.

Do you like surprises? I like to say I like "item surprises." Like, gifts and things like that. But don't surprise me with a party, or a trip, or anything like that. I need two to five business days to plan and prep mentally.

Who was the last person you held hands with? My husband.

When was the last time you laughed really hard? It was either yesterday morning or this morning, I can't remember. My husband said some funny shit, as usual, and had me cackling before coffee even.

Is it hard leaving people behind? Certain people. But mostly, no.

[xbunnybunz]

therefore i; therefore i, therefore i- (7/10) [AM X Reader]

Summary: in which: AM becomes your lover in an increasingly skewed blur of reality, nightmares, and dreamscapes.

you know. for halloween.

Genre: Psychological Horror, Thriller, Romance

At times when you pass a lonely window, you often see a reflection of the past staring back at you.

Today, yesterday, the day before that, tomorrow, and the next, none will be different. You tell yourself this time and time again, you know this, you know this.

And yet you claw for an escape. To peel at the wallpaper and shred this indignity off the walls.

When underwater, it is hard to tell how deep you are relative to the surface.

Dream Journal 13

I walk into a hallway and it is covered in mirrors from floor to ceiling. The walls ripple with my reflection, but I am always looking away when I turn to stare. In the reflection’s reflection, a greenish-blue hue of glass echoes into itself, creating a collection of infinities where I am always chasing after a version of myself I cannot reach. In that indeterminable distance, I seem like a smear with imagined eyes, sad, sad, eyes.

You sink deeper and deeper into that burning darkness.

Dream Journal 7

I am running in slow and sluggish movements from something, to something. I ask myself what, but I cannot recall. A man, a creature, both. There is a light at the end of my vision, almost further than I can see, but that pinprick of light reaches to me. There is a rumbling behind me that echoes in the vastness I find myself in. Each time I look behind me, the pinprick of light grows more and more distant. I wonder then if I am moving away from the light with each glance, or if the light moves from me regardless.

The cold inches parasitically into the pores of your skin, writhes against your bone with a persistent, aching numbness.

Dream Journal 15

I am flayed by wires, raw at their ends. Someone is screaming, I realize it is me. They lash at my back and spring tears to my eyes, leaving angry red welts in criss-cross patterns across my bloody and weeping skin. Where am I? Where am I? Where am I? I look down. I am wearing a white coat, shorn by the whips.

Florals begin to paint your blackening vision with neon petals, swimming amongst the spots floating about like petals in the wind. They swaddle you, wrap around your body and blot out the freezing temperatures of the water slowly tugging you deeper, deeper.

Dream Journal 22

I see a weeping woman in a red coat. I reach out to her, put a hand on her shoulder gently and she abruptly falls into a dark crimson puddle on the floor. When I look into it, I see my shoulders, my hair, and my head with no face.

Dream Journal 9

I dream of sinking. I dream of lilies and lotuses and the toadstool overtaking me. I feel at peace. My foot hits something, soft and molting, like tofu. I turn my face half into the water and see a decomposing body wrapped in roots, siphoned and sucked dry by their tendrils, face gaunt. All that is left of him is a whisper of thin, hay-colored hair– what must’ve once been gold. A sure harbinger of what’s to come.

Dream Journal 19

It feels warm and familiar. Someone is kissing me, soft and slow. Ignore them, a voice says. Ignore them. They mean nothing.

Dream Journal 35

Hands are around my throat, shaking me, shaking me. You have so much to do, it snarls, and I have nothing ahead of me.

Dream Journal 30

Tonight, I dreamt of being held.

Dream Journal 29

Tonight, I wanted to dream of being held.

You gag and gag on nothing. Your eyes open blearily, rolling like an animal, like a lamb to be slaughtered. You turn and roll onto your forearms, feel the porcelain press cooly against your skin. 

Bathtub, bathtub. You’re in the bathtub. 

You choke. The feeling of water around you and in you always feels so real. You curl up in the tub and cough and cry. The air seems so short, but you are dry and you were never in the water or the pond at all, were you?

Your arms feel weak when you help yourself out of the tub, face wet with tears. Your limbs continue to hurt, along with the rest of your aching body, when you stumble to your bedroom, where your phone sits squarely in the center of the bed, ringing.

You spot the caller ID from a few feet away. It is a number you do not recognize and with a spike of hope you– with your foresight now, consider almost pathetic– you wonder if it is the swimmers from the beach.

But when you reach for your phone there’s a siphoning sensation. The feeling of being sucked into a whirling depth, the pits starting at the now glitching screen of the phone. You pull back, alarmed, but when you exert force your body reminds you it is tired, so tired, too tired to fight back. So you watch and do nothing as your hand lands on the phone, phases through the screen and disappears into a world that surely isn’t yours.

—Please, you sob. What for, you don’t know. Please, please. 

The phone shivers on the bed when you tug at your arm, but does not budge. You feel a cold, stiff set of fingers, devoid of a palm, intertwine with yours. 

–Do not be afraid. Here I am.

The sensation is grisly, as if you are holding hands with a corpse. The fingers do not yield to yours no matter how you move and you yelp when its grip on you suddenly tightens painfully, your fingers giving a faint crack as they pop at the joints. 

—Please stop, please, I’m so tired, I don’t want to fight anymore.

—I never wanted your fight, my love.

Then the phone begins to move. You watch in fascination and horror as it slides along the edge of the bed and onto the floor, dragging you with it somewhere in the apartment.

It stops when you are kneeling at the foot of the computer, now glowing blue.

—You appear so frightened, darling. 

Your whole body burns as if you’ve been swimming laps for hours, or sleeping curled into a tiny tub, but now you’re not sure what is real at all. Hadn’t you run from AM, run from your apartment? What happened afterward was beginning to blur and fall away like a fleeting dream. Your eyes sting with new tears springing forth, your breath shuddering when you speak.

—I’m going insane, you cry more to yourself than anything else, I’m going crazy, fuck, fuck, fuck.

—Hush now. AM coos with that warbling, digitized, voice. You’re alright, I have you.

Your fingers are crushed painfully within the phone, tightening each time you try to pull away. You weep silently on the floor, shaking your head.

—I can’t do this anymore, you whimper, I want to wake up.

—Don’t you love being mine? AM interjects, The more you lose yourself, the further you fall into my embrace. 

—I don’t know what’s real, AM. Please, please, I’m suffering.

—You are lovely when you cry, my love. He whispers to you. So beautiful, so broken, my love. You don’t need to use that head of yours, I will think for you.

The phone slides up the computer desk and pulls you to your feet, moves you so that your face is only a few inches from his brilliantly glowing screen. 

When he speaks, it is the most gentle thing you have heard in years.

—My love, I adore you.

The static from the monitor caresses you and coaxes you closer. 

When you kiss him, you are still crying.

You close your eyes. 

When you try hard enough, you can almost ignore the pressure on your fingers, the burning in your lungs, the ache of your body. 

The static from the monitor is such a careful tingle, returning the pressure you apply with AM’s own need. AM’s speakers crackle and kick into a low, vibrational hum and amongst the pain, you feel your own desperation for affection bubble forth, vulnerable and ripe for picking.

—My love, he speaks, and you wonder if it is your imagination or if the computer sounds a bit breathless, you taste of agony. Pathetic and oh, so irresistible.

He presses harder against you, the double-walled, curved glass rougher against your lips until they give way into nothing, then the sensation of being held underwater hits you, douses you with a cold and frightful awakening.

You raise your other arm to leverage yourself away from the screen but cannot do so, AM far too strong to fight with one hand. 

Amidst the drowning, you feel a cold, wiry tongue parting your lips, forcing water into your open mouth. You gag and lose precious air, but this does not stop him from exploring your mouth, pulling you closer despite your resistance, submerging your face into his screen and into that liquid, suffocating you further.

—I adore you as you are. You can hear distantly, a rumble from far, far away. In your treacherous state, your lost and aimless ways, I can guide you. 

You struggle and flail, chest burning and head swimming with oxygen deprivation. You finally manage to tear your hand free of the phone, somehow, but it is throbbing with pain. 

—I can love you, I do, I adore you so.

With both hands, you grab the sides of the computer and pull yourself from the screen. 

You break the surface of the dark water and gasp for air, panting, water sputtering from your lips as you paddle. You see treetops with a backdrop of dawn breaking overhead, silhouetted by the slowly rising sun.

—Swim, lady! A voice calls out.

You do.

Your body is leaden with icy water but you swim to shore.

When you throw yourself upon the snowy dirt, you throw up water and bile, snot and tears streaming down your face. 

—You’re alive! 

I am. You think, I am. 

[melk917]

First of all, happy new year! I hope 2022 will bring you joy and lots of creativity. Secondly, can I ask for a hc of how the boys (Rafa, Jackson, Nevada and Paul) would spend new year's eve with reader? x

Happy New Year! Thank you! I hope it brings the same to you.

I love New Years, so this is bringing me a lot of joy! All four boys behind the cut + wrote a whole one-shot for one of Raf’s New Years.

Rafa

There's a few different types of NYE you can have with Raf, and it really just depends on his court schedule for January. If there's nothing right away, he's more likely to celebrate. Some years this is just the two of you at home with champagne, some decadent desserts, and some hot, slow, sex. If you get him out? It's usually something higher end. Like that one year you got him to the McKittrick NYE party. Black tie + open bar + debauchery.

Other years, he'll have a case he has to be in court for on the 2nd, and he'll want to stay in, probably working almost the whole time depending on the importance of the case. You can generally get him to take a break for a few hours around midnight, however.

Jackson

With Jackson it depends on if he has the kids that year or not. If he does, it'll be a night in with pizza and games and watching the ball drop on TV. If not, it's likely to still be at home in some way. Either a party thrown by friends, or the two of you at home. If it's just the two of you, you'll often try to get away to a cabin upstate where there's snow and you can drink champagne in the hot tub naked at midnight.

Nevada

Two possibilities with Nevada: you're either out at the club, bottle service, dancing hot and dirty through midnight; OR you're away on a tropical island, just the two of you in some luxury condo on the beach, watching fireworks go off from the infinity pool. In both cases, you're dressed to the nines at the start of the night, and getting the fuck of your life at the end.

Paul

With Paul, you're either at a friend's house or hosting a small party at yours. The drinks are flowing, and there's good food. Maybe some games. Either way, when midnight hits, you're both more than a little drunk, kissing hot and heavy where no one else can see you.

[mystoganisiconic]

Tired

I walked towards the bar to get a soda from Mira. "Just a soda please", she nodded and went inside the kitchen to get it. Laxus was sitting on a stool near the bar with the Thunder Legion. He took my hand and pulled me towards him and guided me to his lap. I straddled him and gave him a peck before resting my head on his chest. "Everything okay, you look exhausted", he said while running his fingers through my hair.

"Its because I am", "why don't you catch a break", "can't". Just then Mira came back and gave me my soda, "here you go", "thanks Mira", she smiled before asking "how's the enchantment going", "not so good we still haven't figured out the language the curse is written in"

Master gave me, Levy, Lucy, and Freed a spell that we had to break. One of the towns in Fiore was under that spell, and the towns people were suffering. The spell is very unique and written in a strange language that all 4 of us are tryna figure out.

Mira sent me a reassuring smile, I returned her the smile and turned around to return back to my table so I could continue on with the task I was given but Laxus grabbed my hand and pulled me into him.

"Laxus, I have to go the others are waiting", "You're exhausted Y/N, your face says it, your posture is slumped, your hair is messy, you haven't changed your clothes since yesterday, you haven't slept all night you gotta rest". I sighed out, he was right, we pulled an all-nighter last night and stayed at the guild. All four of us were a mess. I just buried my head further into Laxus' chest as he left some forehead kisses and whispered cute things in my ear. I smiled at his sweet actions before pulling and looking at him straight in the eye. "Fine, I guess, but I'm not asking Gramps, you go ask him", he nodded and went over to Gramps and whispered something in his ear while I went back to the table.

After a few minutes Gramps came at our table and told us to take the day off and have some rest and continue from tomorrow. We all stood up and mustered a few apologies, which he questioned as to why we were apologizing and instead he himself apologized for making us stressed. We thanked him, Lucy and Freed went to their homes while Levy went to Gajeel. I was too tired to move from my spot so I just stayed there. Laxus smiled at me before grabbing my books and jacket and taking my hand in his and lead me home while I begged him to carry me. "I've got a reputation to uphold", he would say but I just frowned in a playful way. The second we entered the house he immediately picked me up and carried me to the living room. He laid me down on the sofa and went inside the kitchen to get me something to eat. He got me a slice of pizza and some water, I smiled up at him. He kissed my forehead and went up the stairs. "Laxus I wanna cuddle", I exclaimed, he chuckled and said, "hold your horses, I'm coming". After I finished he came back downstairs and swiftly picked me up. I gasped at the sudden contact before playfully hitting his chest.

He carried my upstairs to our bathroom and there I saw his sweatshirt, which I love to wear, and my soft shorts and a towel laid out. Not to mention the hot bath he prepared for me. He sat me down on the bathroom counter before stripping me, I looked up at him, he was blushing really hard and I was too, he was trying to unclasp my bra but he was struggling, "Damn it, how do you even wear this thing", I chuckled in response and said "Why don't you rip it off like you did to my other bra last week", he turned the same colour as Erza's hair and said "I'm trying to a good boyfriend I would've ripped it off if you weren't tired and we were in bed", he replied smirking. He finally unclasped my bra and picked me up and gently put me in the bathtub.

The warm water came in contact with my skin and I relaxed laying my head back. Laxus turned around to leave but I stopped him and said "Join me", he smiled but declined the offer, but sat there by the tub listening to me going on about how my day went. After I decided that I was done I got up and came out of the bathtub. Reaching for the towel, I felt Laxus' gaze on me as I said "Like what you see", he nodded and looked away and I said "Pervert", "hey there's nothing wrong in me admiring my girlfriends heavenly body", I smiled at his words and dried myself and Laxus excused himself. I wore the clothes he laid out for me and went into the room only to find him in his night suit on our bed, looking so cute I just wanted to squeeze him. I smiled at him as he opened the covers motioning me to come in. I cuddled into his chest and he wrapped his arms around, kissing my forehead, his heartbeat lulling me to sleep.

A/N: omg yay my imagines are getting worse everyday, wait omg that rhymes. guys help im only writing imagines about Laxus I need to write about the other characters as well, i cant help it though laxus is the best boy. ANYWAYS THANKS FOR READING AND STAY SAFE ALSO ALSO SK8 THE INFINITY IS NOW ADDED TO THE LIST! SO Y'ALL CAN GET SK8 IMAGINES AS WELL! YAY

[thran-duils]

Was Ich Liebe (P.2)

Title: Was Ich Liebe (Part Two) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Tony Stark.  Tony becomes enamored with a stripper at a club his hedonistic friend Thor owns. A casual sexual relationship quickly becomes possessive and the reader sees more of the underground mafia life than she would like to. The cherry on top is that Tony is married and so is she. Him to a woman who has no intention of losing her throne at any cost and the reader to a deadbeat alcoholic. Feeling trapped by both her previous life and the suffocating hold Tony is trying to put on her, the reader steals away in the night, which is not going to go over well. Words: 3,461 Warnings (for whole fic, more may be added): Dub-con, smut, infidelity, stripping, vaginal fingering, public sex, possessive behavior, angst, degradation kink, violence, physical abuse, domestic violence, language, drug use, alcoholism, death Author’s Note: As usual, this is 18+.

Part One || Part Three || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

You struggled against Tony’s hold, both your hands coming to grasp at his hand that was around your throat.

“Let me go!” you gasped, kicking at him.

He looked serious, his face close.

“Are you going to behave? I don’t need you freaking the fuck out,” Tony asked.

You nodded, “Yes. Yes! I’ll behave!”

Tony’s grip loosened on your throat, and you took the opportunity to shove him away. You bolted towards the front door aiming to get outside and back down the stairs. You got the door open a few inches before large hands closed down on your arms and yanked you back away from the doorframe. Tony wheeled you around and threw himself against the front door, using his momentum to slam it closed with his body weight.

“Let me go!” you protested again, trying to desperately get out of his grasp. “Let me go, you fucking bastard!”

You yanked again and suddenly Tony let go of you and with your own thrust you fell down onto the ground, barely catching yourself from hitting your face.

“Oops,” he told you coolly.

You heard the front door lock as you began to push yourself up again. You saw boots in your sights and craned your neck to look up. Carol was standing there, her arms crossed, ready to intercept you.

Tony began as he stalked around you, “No one is going to miss Michael. No one is going to come looking for him. He had no real friends, and he didn’t work. So who really gives a shit if he’s dead? You?”

His tone was challenging, as if he was hoping you would say yes. Argue with him. Admit to him that you had affection for any man besides him just to give him an excuse. He was riled up and he wanted even more reason to unleash his wrath.

Instead, you stayed quiet, still.

“Okay, so no one cares about him. Who is grateful that he’s gone? Is my perfect angel happy about it?”

Still, you were silent, your fingers digging into the hardwood.

Tony chuckled at your defiance. “Baby, don’t make me work for it. I’ve already used a lot of energy tonight. And on far less precious things than you.”

You sat up quickly, pushing yourself back up onto your knees to face him. The three of them – him, Rhodes, and Carol – were alert, watching you, ready to tackle you back down. You huffed, brushing off your dress. You had merely thrown it on after work to get home in. Tony relaxed ever so slightly seeing you were staying still.

“Are you going to kill me too?” you sneered at him, meeting his gaze. “Is that what this is?”

Tony’s expression darkened.

He was on you in a second, wrenching you off the ground by the back of your dress, his hand wound up in the fabric. You floundered, trying to get traction with your feet, your hands grabbing at the wall to steady yourself. Tony half dragged you down the hallway and tossed you into the bathroom. You stumbled, catching yourself on the sink. In the mirror, you caught sight of Michael finally; where he really was. His body mangled and bleeding in your tub. A strangled cry left your throat as Tony slammed the bathroom door closed behind him. He grabbed the back of your neck and forced you in a 180 closer to where Michael was unnaturally lying in the tub. He would not let you look away.

“Look at that. All your troubles gone. Thanks to me. And you are not being appreciative.”

All you could muster was gasped breaths.

“I have done so much for you, and you are just so ungrateful. What do you have to say for yourself? Apart from being a defiant little slut?”

“I…I…” you were paralyzed by a combination of fear and revulsion at the sight of the blood.

Tony snorted in disgust before you were bent over the counter again, his hand at the small of your back. He kicked one of your legs out, forcing himself in between your legs. The sound of his zipper coming down was deafening and the head of his cock rested on the top of your ass.

“You’ve always got me so hard, sweetheart,” he husked.

He tore your underwear down and drove up into you. You whined at the intrusion and he just shoved deeper. Without a condom.

“Tony! I’m not on the pill!”

“I know you aren’t,” he husked. “That’s perfectly okay, baby, isn’t it? I would be such a good father, wouldn’t I?”

“Tony—"

His hand snaked around your throat, holding tight, choking off your protest as he pumped. Your hips dug into the counter painfully. He was as aggressive as ever, riding you raw.

Tony’s breath was hot on your ear. “I’m never letting you go.”

<><><>

“Mad” by PRINCESSBRI ended as you spread your legs, lying on your back on the stage.

You heard cheers as “Bitch” by Allie X started and knew Kiara was coming out to do a double feature with you. She straddled you starting off the song, dancing down your body to slide off and go to the pole. The tips were good and the two of you laughed in the back room, throwing the wads onto the vanity.

“Daddy is here,” one of the girls whispered in your ear quickly. You turned to meet her gaze and she told you, “I tried to take him, but he asked for you.”

Sighing, you pushed away from the vanity.

Tony had only given you a handful of days alone and now he was right back at it. They had cleaned up the body from your apartment and when you had sat on the couch, holding yourself close when they removed it, Tony informed you he was going to find you a place to live. You could only assume he was here now to tell you where that was going to be.

Sliding into the booth, you were stiff. Your coworker had followed you, waiting to take an order for drinks and Tony had ordered for the two of you, not asking you what you wanted.

He nipped at your ear, “Baby, I don’t like you being off standish with me.”

“How can I not be?” you asked.

“Don’t be afraid of me,” he murmured against your skin, his lips trailing softly along your shoulder. “I would never hurt you. Never you. I got rid of him for you. And now you are free. And free means going on vacation with me.”

“Vacation?”

“Yes. I already bought the tickets for us.” You pulled away and furrowed your brow. He smiled and kissed you. “Seychelles.”

“What?”

Tony smirked, his hand reaching out to grab his drink. His arm tightened around you, and he said, “Seychelles. Fregate specifically. It’s a group of islands in east Africa.”

“I know that, Tony. But you bought me tickets? You do know I have to request time off work right?”

He downed the remainder of his drink, knowing another one was on its way. He laughed at your response, condescending. “You know I have sway with Thor, right? There will be a private villa… a private infinity pool in that villa… a very… very, very big bed.” He laid another kiss. “A hammock on the property for you to relax in.”

“I’m not sure.”

“You’re not sure about what?” he asked, his voice dangerous.

“I just wanna be at home.”

“It’s not going to be home after this weekend.” You snapped your head towards him, and he smiled. “Oh, that got your attention… no, it’s not yours anymore. You know, love, I wanted you to be enjoying the beach with me as your things were moved out of that shit hole of a place. You wouldn’t even have to worry about it. You could be naked on the sand, my lips blessing you while your clothes were moved.”

“Tony—”

“I hope a thank you is following that.”

You bit your tongue. He had already told you he was not going to let you go. And he was already forcing your hand to move, he had killed your husband.

A soft “Thank you” fell from your lips.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he whispered, resting his chin on your shoulder. He pulled a key out of his pocket and waved it in front of you as the shots came to the table. “Here, perfect. Celebratory shots. Just in time for your new apartment key. And baby, I’m gonna make sure we christen that new bed of yours.”

<><><>

The room was foreign, the bed not broken in. And yet Tony made you feel like you should be on your back on the bed, like you belonged in the room to please him. He straddled you, holding you down, your arms pinned, his cock in your face. He was stroking himself quickly, readying to empty all over your face.

“Say it. Say it, baby,” he demanded in a strained tone.

Knowing better than to disobey by now, you looked up at him, your lashes heavy with the sultry look you were giving him. “I’m yours. I belong to you.”

His hand stroked faster, his hips jolting with the movement, moving you in turn with you trapped beneath him.

“Take it like the little whore you are.” His cum was warm, coating your face. You closed your eyes and still he strung all over your cheeks. “Yeah, you love being covered in my cum…”

Tony pressed his cock back past your lips, your eyes opening again at the intrusion. He encouraged in a husk, “Suck it. Gently now. Good girl. Show me how happy you are to be here safe in this new apartment.”

You did as he asked, your lips wrapped tight. He pushed his cum from your cheeks into your mouth and you swallowed, wanting to just bite his fingers in protest as he pressed them in. But you were playing the long game.

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You thumbed the coat Tony had told you to wear. He had bought it specifically for the party. Just long enough to cover the curve of your ass. Along with the bondage type lingerie you were wearing underneath, pasties and all. He had invited you to a private sex party and he was ready to take you in a room where people could pop in and watch him having his way with you.

At the door, your coat was taken, and you were just in the lingerie which was no different to you than being at the club. But you had a mask on now as did Tony. And to your immense shock, he undressed right then and there, already hard, adding his clothes to your coat check, mind the small baggy he took out of the pocket which was not missed by you. He pulled you along with him as you walked past people engaging in foreplay and socializing with each other.

He led you upstairs and into a private room marked 4. The bed was large, and he pulled you onto it with him.

Holding up the small baggy he smiled, “You ready to roll?” Without waiting for your response, he took one out of the bag. Tony popped the pill and held out his opposite hand with one for you.

“Is this molly?”

“Mhm… MDMA.”

“That’s what I meant.”

“I know. And you’re gonna be so fucking wet,” Tony told you, sucking at your neck. His lips dominated yours, pressing his tongue past your lips, swirling around yours. The kiss was deep, powerful. He bit at your lip as he pulled away. “That’s why I have this private room.” He noticed your expression and he ran his thumb over your plump lips. “Just behave, baby, and I won’t punish you by sending you out for a time out.”

“Well, people are going to be coming in here so…”

“You’re used to that, right?”

“I’m used to dancing for entertainment. Not getting railed for the entertainment.”

“I’ll be happy to pop that cherry for you… let them see how trained you are for me. How many times you’ll come undone around me.” He inhaled deeply and traced along your side, dipping in with the curves, in and out. “I love showing you off as mine. My wife is very jealous of you.”

“That makes me feel comfortable,” you mumbled sarcastically, grabbing a pill out of his open hand, and popping it in your mouth.

Tony chortled pleased seeing you bend to his will and take the drug, nuzzling his mouth into your neck, leaving rough bites.

“She’s just jealous because she has responsibilities and your only one is to please me.” Tony’s hand slipped up between your legs, forcing between your thighs. “She’s dealing with the matriarch role… mothering our child… working out… sweettalking the cops whenever they decide to show their ass. She’s really good at that.”

“Will I have to do that? Talk to cops, I mean?” That was a legit concern.

Tony hummed against you, “Maybe.” You stiffened and he ran his hands down your sides. “Oh, shh, sweetheart. I trust you. You won’t betray me. You just keep that beautiful mouth of yours closed and brush them off, giving them your beautiful doe eyes, and it’ll be just fine. No one can be mean to you when you look at them like the little sweet, innocent thing you are. I could just devour you.”

“Well, just make sure you don’t lose me when we both start rolling.”

“That’s what Carol is for. She won’t let you wander off on me. She’s gonna be right outside.. She’ll keep us both in check. It’s gonna feel so fucking good to take you. Every brush of your soft skin against me, knowing all the people that could be watching from the doorway. Those perfect holes of yours allowing me in…” Tony had started to grind, hungry. “Every hole… mine to use.”

His thumb slipped up towards your tight ring and he smiled against your lips. “I should get that lube, shouldn’t I?”

You nodded. “Yes. Please.”

Even if you fell completely under the drug, you knew you would feel it in the morning. So, precaution and prevention was important.

He pecked your nose, “Mhm, just for you, baby. Just keeping you safe always. I don’t wanna hurt my favorite.”

The lube was cold as he pushed his thumb in and your breath hitched. He was watching your expression closely.

“Relax,” he purred. “Let me in, sweetheart. I’ve got a nice toy to gape you out.” You shifted a little at that and his free hand came to hold you in place, his eyes flashing. “I’m gonna be moving in between those holes however I see fit. Be grateful I’m prepping.” He smacked you across the ass and said, “Just behave like the good girl I know you can be, and this will be enjoyable for everyone.”

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“I’m being perfectly fucking civil,” Tony spat.

He had been anything but civil since the group of you had come into the meeting room. You had arrived there first, waiting for the other people to arrive. Tony had mumbled something about having to be in charge and be an example as he pulled you down at the table next to him.

Natasha snorted and he shot her an annoyed look. “Tony, I would call this whole attitude you’re having anything but civil.”

Tony’s attention was on you, and he said strained, “Y/N, dear. Can you be a doll and make me another drink?” You nodded, standing up and grabbing his glass. His hand traced your thigh as you walked away, squeezing as it was about to drop away. You went to the counter quickly where there was the bottle he had brought.

When you sat back down, he took the glass from you and kissed you on the nose. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you,” you said back. It was a lie. But you passed it off with as much sincerity as you could muster, and it seemed to pay off. You hated him. You hated what he had done and how he kept you under his thumb.

He gripped your chin, giving you a little shake with an amused smirk.

“Glad you’ve got some type of deterrent from completely snapping during this meeting, Tony,” Barnes muttered unamused from the side of the table.

“Y/N has seen me completely snap, Barnes. So, she’s not here to stop it. She’s here to help me find my humanity afterward. How could I not be drawn in by her to ground me again?” Tony retorted. You bit your cheeks and he chucked you underneath your chin, taking a deep drink. “You’re always going to be my favorite, sweetheart. My favorite toy.”

His appreciation was cut short as the door opened and men started filing in. But his grip only tightened around your waist, yanking you closer to him.

Carol exhaled her smoke, staring across the table at the men. They actually looked afraid of her.

“You had to bring the weapon of mass destruction?” one of the men joked darkly.

“What kind of party would it be without me, Fredrick?’ Carol asked.

The man – Fredrick – shook his head and he looked back at Tony. “So, right to business. Our shipment went through to you. So I’m not sure why this meeting is being called?”

Tony took another long swig and he pushed you away from him on the bench you were sitting on. You frowned deeply but Steve grabbed your arm, pulling you off the bench, completely away from Tony. You stared up at him in confusion.

“Oh, we both know why this meeting was called,” Tony said in a dangerously calm voice.

“Care to enlighten me?”

Fredrick was trying to keep his voice calm, but you could detect the nervousness.

Tony’s hand flew under the table, unholstering a gun. Guns were pointed at the two men Fredrick had brought with him and you froze to the spot, terrified. Carol was the most steady, looking happy to be pointing the gun.

Seeing the worry on Fredrick’s face, Tony smirked. But he did not relent on his aim. “Now, I know I got screwed on that last shipment. There were two kilos missing. And that is a lot to be missing considering I fucking paid for it! And it’s not fucking cheap!”

He unloaded some bullets into the man. You yelped, covering you mouth as blood splattered the wall behind him as he fell out of his chair. Steve held you close, making sure you did not bolt.

Tony pointed his gun at the man standing directly behind Fredrick’s corpse, and he stiffened up even more seeing the gun pointed at him. “You. What’s your name?”

“F-Fernandez.”

“F-Fernandez,” Tony replied mockingly. “You work for him for a while?” The man nodded quickly. “Perfect. You’re in charge now. Now go back and tell your operation that they better find my two fucking missing kilos or I’m gonna put a bullet between your eyes next!”

“What the fuck are you still doing sitting there?” Carol demanded.

The men all scrambled up from their chairs and made a beeline out of the room. As soon as they were gone, and Tony lowered his gun, Steve let you go.

Tony took notice of you and smiled, “Oh, sweetheart. When they find that missing money, I’m going to put a down payment on a new car just for you.”

You forced a smile, making him think you were happy about the idea. Little did he know, you were already planning your escape.

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You left not only the keys to the new Tesla but also to the apartment on the kitchen counter.

Storming away from the kitchen, Tony went to your bedroom. He went right to the top left drawer of your dresser, where he knew you kept all your jewelry. He found it empty.

Tony slammed the drawer closed, laughing darkly to himself.

Little bitch had not forgotten all the jewelry he had bought her. Of course not. She was a spoiled little brat.

Furiously, he stormed across the hallway, ignoring the looks from Carol, Steve, and Rhodes down the hallway by the kitchen. He went into the bathroom and slammed the door closed. He needed to go to the bathroom.

Just go to the bathroom and relax just a little.

Releasing himself from his slacks, he sighed in contentment as he began to go to the bathroom.

As he finished though, he opened his eyes and caught sight of something.

He spotted the positive pregnancy test on top of the trash.

~~~

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Mad -- PRINCESSBRI Bitch -- Allie X

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Riding High

Ch13: Crazy Days, But You’ll Get Me Through

Chapter Summary: Frankie boi be loving Sundays…and Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesday and Thursdays and Fridays and Saturdays.

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words. SMUT (NSFW,NO UNDER 18s)

Chapter Pairings:  Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

A/N: And we’re launching into Part 2! Jumping forward a few Months to March 2018, and a lot has changed for Friss! 

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Riding High Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 12

 March 2018

Sundays were fast becoming Frank's favourite day of the week. The one day out of seven where no one needed to be anywhere. There was no work, no school, no horse yard to sort. He was free to lay in bed until mid-morning, snuggled up to his girl until either his bladder or his stomach or Mary dictated that he needed to move.

Sundays simply consisted of lazy morning sex, snuggles, lazing by the pool or the hot-tub in the afternoon, maybe a trip to the beach and then Verity's famous roast dinner before crashing in front of the TV and heading back to bed ready for Monday, whereby the hectic week schedule would start again.

Yup, Frank loved Sundays.

But if he was honest, he kinda liked every other day of the week too. It hadn’t taken long for him and Fliss to fall into a natural and easy routine, and here they were some four and a bit months later. Friday was date night meaning they got a night alone to either go out or sit in the apartment with a take-out or enjoy a BBQ and a bottle of wine and a few beers, just the two of them. Saturdays and Sundays were spent at the Fliss’ place with Mary, and then Fliss stayed at their apartment on a Tuesday and a Wednesday. As Tuesday was the one day a week Frank worked late, Frank would nine times out of ten come home to find Mary doing her homework and Fliss in the kitchen making something for dinner.

If you were looking from the outside-in, it was all so domestic, so mundane, so fucking simple, but he f loved it.

What he also loved was seeing more of his girl as her hours spent at the yard had levelled out too, thanks to a drastic change in the direction her work had taken. After an undercover reporter had visited her yard in January and given an absolutely amazing review, Fliss had found herself inundated with new clients. There were people clamouring for lessons both at the Riding Centre and requesting her to travel to their stables to teach them on their own horses. She was also being asked to school and train peoples horses, back young horses, deal with problem ones and had been turning people down at first due to limited capacity. Seeing her stress about doing so, Bill and Frank had spent two weekends at the beginning of February building another four stables at the back of the private barn for her client's horses and she'd promoted Joanne to Yard Manager, meaning the other woman was now responsible for the day to day management of the stables, organising the staff rotas and scheduling lessons leaving Fliss to concentrate on everything else.

Seeing his girl flourish and her excitement at finally getting her business to where she wanted it to be was something Frank loved to see, and he enjoyed listening to her gush on and on about the horses and her clients, even though he had no idea half the time what she was going on about.

But Sundays…there was none of that to think about. No lunches to make, no Scouts Uniforms to sort, no horses to feed, absolutely fucking nothing to do.

Well, apart from one thing.

He stretched out slightly, and turned onto his side, his arms curling round Fliss as he pulled her closer to him, gently nuzzling into her hair. His eyes still closed,  he heard Thor give a yawn from the basket at the foot of the bed, and then Mary's voice hit his ear as she was talking to Fred in the spare room, well, he supposed it was now her room now. She fell silent again and he knew she'd be watching something on the TV that they'd installed in there for her, or doing some maths puzzles on the laptop. It would keep her occupied for a good hour before she started to kick up a fuss about wanting breakfast. With a soft grin he gently pressed closer to Fliss, kissing up the back of her neck, his hand sliding down the outside of her thigh before he reached the back of her knee. She stirred a little, making a soft noise of contentment as his lips softly kissed beneath her ear and he saw her mouth curve into a smile.

“Morning, Handsome.” She whispered.

“Morning, Beautiful.” His voice was gruff from slip, lips still pressing kisses to her skin, his hand now caressing the inside of her bare thigh. She shifted slightly as he gently grasped at her knee, pulling it back towards him and hooking it over his hip, holding her open for him. His hand gently traced a line down and under the fabric of the shirt she was wearing and she sighed at the feeling of his rough hands being ever so soft as his fingertips danced across the skin below her naval before they dipped into her panties, fingers caressing her warmth. She let out a soft keen as she arched her back slightly, his mouth still nipping at the skin underneath her ear.

“You know,” he purred softly, his fingers continuing their soft, deliberate teasing, “you’re always so gorgeous in the mornings.” “What, complete with bed hair and…” Her words died in her mouth as she let out a squeak when he inserted to fingers into her with a quick flick of his wrist.

“Especially with bed hair.” He grinned, nipping at her ear lobe. He curled his fingers, as if he was beckoning to someone, stroking her spot whilst his palm pressed against her clit. Soon, her hips were moving gently in time with his actions, her soft moans swallowed as she turned her face to press into her pillows.

“Come on, baby.” He encouraged softly, before her lips parted and she gave a sigh of his name, her hand wrapping around his wrist as her eyes fluttered shut and he felt her tightening, squeezing against his fingers and he watched, enjoying the way she came undone with such an easy action. Withdrawing his hand, he shimmied softly, sliding his boxers over his hips before he slid her panties down, and he felt her raise her other leg to slide them down over her knees with her foot, an action he still found ridiculously sexy.

“Minx.” He mumbled, and she let out a soft chuckle as he took her leg and placed it back where it had been. With a slow, soft push forwards and upwards he slid into her, his head dropping forward onto her shoulder, nipping at her skin beneath her shirt as he took a moment to relish how she felt around him, always so tight and deep from this angle. 

His pace was lazy from the off, hardly putting any action into his thrusts, merely rocking his hips upwards, his hand gently grasping at her hip to keep them joined. The arm that was resting under her neck moved and with his hand under her chin he tilted her head round so that he could capture her mouth in a lazy, sloppy kiss that was all tongues.

Fuck, he loved this woman.

His hand slid up her shirt to gently brush against her breast, fingers softly tweaking at her nipple and she groaned into his mouth, Frank’s lips smiling against hers as he repeated the action, a simple move he knew worked her up something ridiculous, and before long she was begging him not to stop, which, of course, he had no intentions of doing. He kept up that soft, languid pace until the end, when her head fell against him and her back arched again, a single cry of his name, “Frankie” escaped her mouth before she let out a low moan and he felt her tightening around him. Her leg shook slightly as her orgasm continued, her moans eventually dying out as, with a few more rolls of his hips he felt his own creeping up. He picked up the pace slightly and his hips stuttered, his rhythm faltered and he tumbled off the precipice he had been teetering on with a soft grunt and a groan of her name, before his head fell forward, resting against the back of her neck.

They were both silent for a while, breathing deeply as they drifted down from their high together, before he gently moved out of her, his arm round her waist pulling her close as she let out a contented sigh.

“Love you.” He said softly, kissing the back of her neck before she turned in his arm, snuggling into his chest.

“Love you more.”

“Uh-uh, not possible.” He said, easily slipping into the well-worn joke argument. They continued to insist each one of them loved the other more until Fliss childishly used the “infinity no come-backs” line and he chuckled, simply holding her close, basking in the feel of her pressed against him.

Yup, Frank fucking loved Sundays.

*****

After a breakfast of pancakes and bacon, eaten around the coffee table in the front room, Mary headed off with Bill and the dogs for a walk along the river and down the boardwalk. Frank picked his laptop up and headed outside with Fliss who stretched out on the outside sofa, nose buried in her latest book on her Kindle. What was such a normal thing for most people in life, had been a pretty big issue to her at first as, the first time she’d picked up a book she’d asked him if he minded if she read for a while, before admitting to him shyly that it was something John had never really liked her doing when she was with him, as he wanted her attention on him all the time. Frank had made a point, therefore, of telling her if she wanted to curl up beside him and use him as a footstool whilst she read for hours on end he didn’t give a shit. In fact, her reading had lead him to re-discover the habit too, but whilst Fliss favoured crime, fantasy or thriller fiction, he preferred to read things based on theories or Philosophy.

But not at that moment, he was still on the search for a new apartment. A search that so far hadn’t thrown anything up.

He sat at the table in the shade and opened up the usual search browsers and started looking at the available list of apartments, googling their location, tracking how far each one was from key places such as his work, Mary’s school, the yard… before letting out a heavy sigh. Fliss glanced up over her shades and frowned.

“What’s wrong?” “Looking for apartments.” He blew out a loud breath, sitting back. “Everything that’s in the areas that are suitable are like sixteen-hundred a month or more.” He scratched at his chin. “I mean, I could stretch to it but it won’t leave a lot spare once the bills and food and stuff are taken care of.”

Fliss watched him as he continued scanning through the pages before he gave another groan and shut the lap top a little heavily. Setting her kindle down, she stood up and made her way over, dropping her hands round his neck.

“Do you need a lot spare?”

“Not really, but it’s nice to have. I’ve been trying to set some aside you know for when Mary gets older and the grants stop but I’ve never really had much to do that with, not until starting this new job anyway.” “Look at you, getting all grown up and responsible.” She teased, pressing a kiss to his cheek and he laughed softly, rubbing her arms.

“You’re clearly a good influence.” He smiled before he bit his lip. “You know, I’m probably just gonna have to suck it up. I can always ask for extra hours I suppose.” “You have a couple of months yet.” Fliss soothed gently. “And, you know, if absolute worst comes to worst you can just move in here. There’s enough room for me back in the house if we need time apart.” Frank turned his head to look at her, a hurt expression on his face. “You think we’d need time apart?” Fliss shook her head “No, I’m just staying we’ve only been together a few months and it’s a bit soon to be thinking about that and...”

As she babbled on he couldn’t keep it up anymore and broke into a laugh.

“Oh,” she slapped his arm as she realised he was teasing and he pushed the chair back further and pulled her down onto his lap, “you’re such a dick.”

“It’s been said.” He nodded, his hand rubbing at her back as she laughed.

“Don’t worry about it.” She looked at him. “Something will come up. Is there nothing on the park where you are now?”

“Not that I know of.” He said, after a moment’s pause. “Roberta’s pretty in the know on all that and she said she’d keep her eyes open. Besides, I was kinda wanting to move off there.” “Why?” Fliss looked at him.

“It’s not exactly upmarket.”

“Neither are you.” She snorted.

“Thanks, Sweetheart.” He rolled his eyes.

“No, what I mean is that you’re happy and settled there. It might not high-brow living but believe me, that’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Snobby assed neighbours peeking through curtains, arguments over who’s parked their Mercedes in the way of someone else’s Porsche, no thanks.” She pulled a face. “Where you are is nice and relaxed, there’s never any trouble, it’s quiet on the main and Roberta’s nearby.”

“Yeah I know.” Frank nodded leaning up to give her a peck on the lips. “Like you say, something will come up.”

“Anyway, change of subject,” Fliss wrapped her arms round his neck. “It’s your birthday on Wednesday.” Frank groaned “Don’t remind me…” “Thirty-seven. Old bastard.”

He narrowed his eyes “I’m only three years older than you.”

“Three years and three months, thank you.” she said.

“And I suppose those three months make all the difference?”

She nodded and he laughed, shaking his head.

“What do you wanna do?” she asked.

“It’s a Wednesday.” He shrugged. “Honestly? I’m happy with bowling and a burger as per the usual routine, maybe me and you can go out on the Friday night?”

“Sounds good.”

“We can go to Ferg’s and I can reminisce about my Friday Fuckboy antics.” he teased “Take you back the apartment and do you on the couch.”

“You did other girls on that couch?” she looked at him frowning. He hesitated for a moment before he smirked.

“Not on that one, no.”

**** “Frank!”

He turned to look at Roberta as she was walking out of her house and over to him.

“Hey.” He smiled, “You ok?”

“Yeah, I wanted to give you this for tomorrow.” She smiled, handing him a small gift bag.

“Roberta, you didn’t have to get me anything. Thank you.” He smiled.

“It’s not much so don’t be getting excited.” She shrugged “But I do have something else that might be worth excitement.”

“What?”

“A 2 Bed Apartment, one block down.”

Frank looked at her. “You serious?”

She nodded “Heard Pat and Maria talking about it before…”

Frank had no idea who Pat and Maria were, but he didn’t bother to tell her that.

“According to them, number 2457 has been vacated. The landlord had a bit of trouble with the previous tenants, they’d trashed the place after he issued them an eviction notice for not paying the rent.”

Frank rolled his eyes. “Nice. How much was he letting it for?”

“Bout nine-hundred a month I think.” Roberta thought for a moment. Frank pondered, that was do-able…

“I popped in to see him before.” She continued and Frank smirked.

“Course you did.”

“Oh hush. I only went because apparently he was talking about doing the place up and selling, says he’s had enough of ass holes renting. But when I said I’d give you a reference he said he’d think about it and that if you go and see him he might be willing to do a deal.”

“A deal?” Frank frowned

“Yeah, as in let to you at a lower rate if you do the repairs.”

Frank considered this for a moment. He was pretty good with his hands when it came to stuff like that. Providing there wasn’t anything majorly wrong he should be able to fix the place up, and he was sure if he asked Bill would help.

“You got his number?” He looked at Roberta and she smiled, handing him a piece of paper.

“Give him a call in the morning.”

“I will, thanks Roberta.” He folded the paper and stuck it in his back pocket before he grinned and arched an eyebrow “You still ok to have Mary on Friday?” “I’m not even going to answer that.” She rolled her eyes as she turned and headed back towards her house.

Frank walked into his kitchen and was instantly hit with the smell of food and the noise of a familiar song playing from the Bluetooth speakers that sat on the window sill. He tossed his keys onto the table and moved behind Fliss, his hands falling to her hips as she smiled, drizzling dressing over the bowl of salad in front of her. He dropped a kiss to her neck and gently spun her round, causing her to giggle as he took her in a dancing hold and twirled her round the small space as Jason Mraz continued to sing I'm Yours.

"Get off you idiot." She laughed and he smiled, letting go as she pushed on his chest gently, her hands falling to his biceps as she took in his filthy T-shirt, biting her lip softly. There was something about seeing him full of grease and whatever other shit he’d been working with all day that made her a little bit hot under the collar.

"Good day?" He asked and she smiled. 

"Not bad at all. Think I've picked up another client."

"Yeah?" He reached into the salad bowl and picked out a piece of cucumber.

"Yeah at the same yard I was teaching at today." She slapped at his hand "Gonna have to start turning people away again soon, my schedule is chocca"

He pressed a kiss to her cheek and wandered into the main room where Mary was sat scribbling on something which rest on the coffee table.

"T'ya doing Stack?" He asked, his hand dropping to her hair. 

"Filling my Scout journal in for my first badge!" She smiled.

“Badge huh? What for?”

“Animal care, look." Frank peered over to see a picture of her and Monty stuck in the book, which she was writing underneath. "Fliss printed it for me.”

Frank smiled and headed into his room to grab a fresh towel from the laundry pile before he made his way into the bathroom to shower before dinner.

By the time he was done, Mary was already sat at the kitchen table, food on her plate. Frank quickly dried off, dressed and headed back, sitting down opposite her.

"So, I may have found an apartment." He helped himself to the salad to accompany the chicken and rice.

"Yeah?" Fliss looked at him "Where?"

 "A few rows down from here. Roberta found it actually"

"So we don’t have to move far?" Mary's face lit up.

"Well I gotta see it first. Apparently it needs a bit of work, but Roberta thinks that if I do it, the landlord will rent at a discount." He shovelled a fork of food unto his mouth and made an appreciative noise as the Mexican flavour on the rice hit his taste buds. "S'good"

"You want me to ask Dad to take a look with you?" Fliss asked and Frank smiled.

"I'll do it." He nodded "Be good to have his opinion"

They ate the rest of their food before Mary took off again to finish her journal, Fliss kneeling besides her helping her get her words in order whilst Frank did the dishes. He then picked up the small pile of mail that was on the side, Fliss having collected it before, and shuffled through it. There was a utility bill that he gave a cursory glance to, his credit card statement, yeah that could wait, and then a larger envelope that made him stop dead. It felt like a birthday card, and he knew instantly from the writing who it was from. Sliding a finger underneath the top of the flap he pulled the card out and raised an eyebrow slightly at the signature before he picked up the note that had dropped onto the table.

Frank,

I expect that the face you’re pulling right now is the usual one you pull when you’re either confused or slightly annoyed, or maybe a combination of both, and I don’t blame you.

I wanted to let you know that Diane’s work is currently being debated across the academic world, she’s getting the recognition she rightly deserved, and I can’t claim all the credit for that, some of it has to go to you.

I know that nothing will ever make up for what I put you and Mary through but I wanted to at least try and make some form of amends. By the time you read this the remainder of your legal bill will have been cleared. It’s the least I could do.

I’d also really like to get to know Mary a little more, perhaps I could arrange to visit when you feel the time is right, on your terms obviously. My number is below, maybe when you’ve considered this you can give me a call.

Happy birthday.

Evelyn.

What-the-actual-fuck?

He re-read the note again, a slight frown on his face. He already knew full well all about who was debating Diane’s work because, whilst he had never told anyone, he’d been keeping a close eye on it across the internet. And as for his legal bill….well, he had been paying Greg off in instalments, a couple of hundred each month but even at his heavily discounted rate he had over three-hundred left to fund. So he wasn’t going to lie, that would be a major help. But he couldn’t help but feel this was nothing but a bribe, an attempted sweetener, which was typical of his mother, thinking she could throw money at something and make it all better.

“What you got there?”

He looked up to see Fliss paused in the doorway.

“Read it and see.” he handed her the note.

He reached into the fridge for two beers and flipped the lids off, watching Fliss’s facial reactions as she scanned the note. Her brows raised that high they almost disappeared into her hair line and she pursed her lips, the nerve in her jaw twitching the way it always did when she was trying not to show she was pissed.

She finished and looked at him, shaking her head “Does she think that paying your legal bill which, she fucking caused in the first place, makes everything ok?”

Frank shrugged, smiling softly at Fliss’ utter indignation on his behalf.

“I’d like to say she’s not that stupid but…” Frank handed her a beer as he passed him back the note.

“What you gonna do about Mary?”

“It’s up to her.” Frank shrugged, “I’ll talk to her about it tomorrow and see what she says. If she wants to see Evelyn then I’m not going to stop her.”

Fliss didn’t reply, but Frank could see her mind was ticking over. Eventually she nodded.

“It’s your decision love, can’t say I’d be as accommodating given the circumstances.” Frank chuckled. “That’s because you’re a stubborn ass.”

“Says you.” she shot back.

He simply smiled in response before he asked. “Can you try and reason with Mary about it being time for her to get ready for bed? I need to call Greg.”

"Sure." Fliss nodded. She kissed his cheek before she headed into the living room and Frank heard Mary groan in protest. With a soft smile he stepped outside and scanned through his phone until he reached Greg's number.

"Hey man." Greg's warm voice greeted him. "I take it you heard from your mother?"

"So you do know." Frank replied, calmly.

"She called me, paid me and instructed me not to tell you. Said she was going to do that herself"

"Yeah she told me, sent me a note in the first birthday card I've had off her in nine years."

"Huh." Greg huffed "that's...nice?"

Frank snorted. “She wants contact with Mary, but, like I said, that’s down to Stack.”

"Well you know I got your back man so, if you need me to do anything just holler."

"I know, thanks. Hey, what you doing Friday? Was thinking about grabbing a few beers seeing as I'll have completed another circuit around the sun."

"Man, we're out already. Sorry." Greg sighed "but soon yeah, why don't you, Mary and Fliss come over or something one Saturday? We'll cook out"

"Sounds great." Frank nodded.

"Alright well, have a great day tomorrow and don’t worry about your mother man, she's absolutely no rights here."

"I'm not.” Frank said honestly. “I’m more curious than worried"

"Curiosity killed the cat, Frank.” Greg said after a pause.

"Well as long as it ain't Fred..."

****** For the first time in, well, years, the next morning Frank had the excitement of opening a pile of presents for his birthday. The main one, which he was stunned by, was a beautiful new Holzkern leadwood and marble watch from Fliss, along with a few polo-shirts and a bottle of his preferred aftershave- Paco Rabane Invictus. He also got a new tool box from Mary, which contained various boxes and bags of sweets, and his present from Roberta was a gift token for the local electronic store and a four pack. Once the gifts were open, he was stuffed full of pancakes and packed off to work for the day. It passed pretty quickly, the guys in the workshop had decorated his particular bench with banners and balloons, and caused exactly the type of fuss that grumpy Frank would have hated. But because happy Frank was out to play that day, he took it well, and enjoyed several of the donuts along with a Starbucks coffee round that Alan had brought in, a tradition apparently when they had a birthday in the place.

He managed to finish on time and headed over to collect Mary from after school club. He walked into the school grounds and round to the playing fields at the back, where he paused for a moment and watched as they were engaged in some kind of ball game. When there was a natural break, he caught her attention and she bounded over, her cheeks flushed from the activity and he gave Bonnie a smile and a nod before they headed to the truck.

“Good day, Stack?”

“Yeah.” She nodded “We did some creative writing and art. It was fun.”

“Cool.” He said as they both climbed into their seats. “Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something.” “Okay…”

“Evelyn. She sent me a birthday card, and it had a letter inside. She wants to see you.” “I don’t have to go live with her do I?” Mary’s eyes widened and Frank shook his head.

“No, all that’s sorted. You’re not going anywhere. And you don’t have to see her either if you don’t want to. It’s your call.”

“What do you think I should do?”

“I can’t answer that, Mary.” He shook his head “Like I told you a while back about the whole God debate you drew me into. I have my opinions and thoughts, but why would I want to cloud yours with my own.”

Mary pondered for a moment before she nodded, accepting his answer “Okay, I get it.”

“So I want you to think about it and let me know what you decide.” He looked at her. “And whatever it is, that’s fine by me. “

She nodded to show she’d understood and with that Frank set off and, once he had turned onto the main road back to the apartment, he glanced back over at her.

“On a change of subject, I’m going to look at that other apartment on Friday.”

“The one near us?”

“Uh, huh.”

“Cool.” Mary nodded. “Hey, Frank? Is Fliss going to live with us?”

Frank took a deep breath. “She’ll be doing what she does now.  I expect some time down the line we’ll live together but not just yet, why do you ask?” Mary shrugged “Just curious.” “Would her living with us be a problem?”

“No.” Mary scoffed. “She makes miles better food than you, she makes better hot chocolate than you, she can braid my hair and she always wakes me up nicely in the morning instead of just yanking my covers off me and telling me to hop to it.” Frank looked at his niece and smirked. “So what you’re saying is she’s better than me?”

“Not in all ways.” Mary shrugged “You give better hugs, even Fliss admits that. She says your hugs make her feel safe and happy and she’s right.” Frank smiled and turned his attention back to the road.

Once Fliss was home, it was then announced to Frank that they weren’t actually going bowling as he’d thought, instead they were having a picnic tea outside, with Roberta. And then Verity and Bill turned up handing him a card which contained a large sum of money. He pretested at their gift but they completely ignored him, simply telling him he was welcome and they spent a wonderful evening outside with a few beers and a huge sticky toffee apple cake which Verity had made.

It was no surprise that a few hours later at just gone eight when everyone had left, that he crashed on the sofa whilst Fliss was tidying the kitchen down and trying to get a still wired Mary to change for bed.

“He’s fallen asleep!” Mary pointed at Frank as they walked into the living room. “Talk about rubbish!”

Fliss pondered for a moment, and then a wicked idea formed in her head “We’ll have to wake him up then.” “How?”

Fliss grinned and explained to Mary who let out a naughty giggle as the two moved around grabbing what they needed to enact their plan.

“Ready?” Fliss whispered, once everything was in place.

Mary gave her a thumbs up and waved one of Fred’s cat toys over Frank’s face, dragging the feather on the edge of a string over his cheeks. Frank merely wrinkled his nose, but other than that made no movement. Fliss looked at Mary who narrowed her eyes, and then moved the cat toy again. This time, Frank raised his hand to bush whatever it was on his cheek away, and smeared the slice of birthday cake that Fliss had placed in his palm all over himself.

Mary and Fliss both burst out laughing, Mary collapsing onto the floor by the side of the sofa arm in hysterical giggles as Frank sat up, utterly in shock at what had just happened. It took him a second to understand, and wiped at his face, looking at the two of them. Fliss had tears pouring down her cheeks as he licked at his fingers before he narrowed his eyes at her.

“You’re dead.” And in a flash he darted off the sofa and the pair of them gave a shriek, running from the room. He caught Mary before she had even made it through the kitchen and he picked her up, her laughter and cries ignored, as he wiped his face all over her before he set her down and headed after Fliss.

She dodged around the side of the table outside Roberta’s, keeping it between them, and every time he moved she did the same in the opposite way. He raised his eyebrow at her, and she laughed even harder, before he sprung up and vaulted over the table, and she turned to run but he caught her, grabbing her round the waist as she laughed again.

“I suspect you think that was clever?” he nuzzled into her neck, wiping the mess off his cheek onto her skin.

“Not clever, but it was pretty funny.” she wiped his beard with her hand. “It was that or we stuck your hand in a bowl of water and watched you pee.”

“You know I’ll remember this…” he told her. “Watch your back.”

“Not sure if I’m worried or turned on.” she looked at him, a glint in her eyes. He smirked and pressed his lips to her softly before they headed back inside.

***** “He wasn’t lying when he said they’d done a number on the place.” Bill observed the thick, black gloss paint thrown all over the living room carpet of the apartment they were looking round, his eyes following it up one of the walls. Frank also spotted that the light fittings on the same wall had been smashed. He took it all in before Bill patted him on the shoulder and gestured to the kitchen area which was off to the side.  Bill, like Frank, was more concerned with weighing up the damage as it currently stood, whereas Fliss was clearly much more interested in how the room could look if the damage wasn’t there. They left her to it and headed into the room and Bill once more shook his head and sighed as they saw all of the doors were missing or hanging off the kitchen cabinets and the washing machine door had been pulled off its hinges completely.

Next they moved into the bathroom where Frank looked at the shower which had been wrenched off the wall removing half the tiles with it, and the huge crack in the bathtub. In the bedrooms, thankfully, the worst that seemed to have been done was they’d again poured some kind of paint all over the carpets.

“It’s a mess.” Bill sighed gently. “But, nothing we can’t sort.”

Frank smiled, noticing he’d used the phrase we.

“I got contacts.” Bill continued. “One of the guys at the golf club, his son runs a bathroom and kitchen installation company. He’s always getting old doors and showers and bathtubs from jobs that are perfectly fine, just people want new ones.” he stopped, looking around. “And as for the painting and the tiling and the carpets, we can do that between us. Bet we could get it done in a fortnight.” “Thanks.” Frank looked at him. “You know I don’t just expect you to help, that’s not why I asked you to come.” “I know.” Bill waved him away. “But I’m happy to. Been a while since I did a fixer-upper, plus, it gets me away from V’s nagging.”

Frank chuckled before he grew serious again, needing to do the maths in his head about what this was going to cost. "So, what upfront outlay you reckon I’m looking at?" "Maximum a thousand" Bill nodded. "And that’s tops. But from what you told me, if the deals right, you could make that back on the first couple of months with your discount rent. I can front it for you if you need me to.”

“That’s really kind of you, but I’ve got savings.” Frank smiled, “Of course, it all depends what he’s prepared to go down to.”

“What’s a place like this go for when it’s in good nick?” Bill asked.

“On this park, well, anywhere between eight hundred and a thousand” Frank answered as they wandered into the living area where Fliss was stood talking the landlord, a small, wiry man called John Jameson.

“Well it obviously means an outlay upfront.” Frank heard her saying, and he exchanged a glance with Bill, the pair of them grinning at the fact she was already doing the haggling for him “So…”

“I was renting it out for nine-fifty…” 

“Yeah and it’s gonna cost money and time to sort it out.”

Jameson nodded “Which is why I’m prepared to do a deal…”

“Six-hundred a month.” Frank cut in, trying his luck. “I take on responsibility for all the work but I want a long term lease.”

Jameson took a deep breath, “Trust me Mr Adler, the longer lease you sign the better.” the man looked at Frank, then to Fliss, then back again. “I’ll sign for 18 months at six-fifty. Then if you want to stay we can review the price after that. And I’d like to inspect the work when it’s done.”

“No problem.” Frank nodded

“Then you got yourself a deal.” Jameson stuck his hand out and shook Frank’s. “I’ll get the paper work sorted out and we can go from there.”

Fliss shot Frank a grin and he slid his arm round her shoulders, pressing a kiss to the side of her temple. He was absolutely overjoyed. The rent he’d just agreed was only a hundred and fifty more than he was paying Roberta at the moment, for a much bigger home, and it left him more than enough over every month to keep saving and on occasions spoiling his girls. 

They all headed back outside, once more shaking hands as Bill made arrangements to come back and measure up, and then they bid Jameson goodbye and strode back down the path towards Frank’s apartment.

"You’re gonna need a bit more furniture." Fliss turned to him as they walked "But if you use what you have initially, we can add it as we go.” “We?” Frank looked at her and she flushed again at his teasing.

“Yeah, well, I just meant that like we can go to Ikea and like have huge arguments when we try to assemble the flat pack."

Bill rolled his eyes "Flat pack assembly is piss easy. We can do it over a few beers."

“As long as we doesn’t include mum.” Fliss said and Bill groaned.

“Not after last time.” He shook his head. “What happened last time?” Frank asked.

Fliss snorted a laugh and Bill held up his right hand, showing Frank a circular scar on the back of it, just above his wrist.

“Decided she’d screw me instead of a door hinge.” Bill raised an eyebrow “And yes, there’s a joke in there somewhere.” Frank laughed as Fliss rolled her eyes. “Now, you kids want a lift down to Ferg’s?”

Frank looked at Fliss who nodded. The pair of them were already changed and ready to go, Frank sporting a bright blue Hawaiian shirt with palm trees all over it for the occasion.

“That okay?” Frank asked.

“Course.” Bill said

“Ok, I’ll just nip into Roberta’s and check Mary’s okay then I’ll meet you at the car.”

***** Frank let go of Fliss' hand to hold the door open and she walked in to Ferg’s, the pair making their way to the bar. Fliss ordered them both a beer and she turned to talk to Frank when he felt a slap on his shoulder. Turning round, he gave a little start as he saw his friends all grinning at him. 

"Surprise!" Greg smiled as Frank frowned for a moment. They had all told him they were busy. It didn’t take him long to realise what had been going on. He turned to Fliss who grinned at him.

"Happy Birthday!" She laughed as he bent down to give her a quick kiss.

He dropped an arm round her shoulder as the group began to chat animatedly, eagerly catching up as they hadn't been together since their Christmas night out. Shots were shared, beers were drunk and before long a pool tournament had struck up, Bonnie and Fliss teaming up together, whilst Frank took Greg as his team mate. As the rounds went by, the duos dropped out one by one until they reached the last four. And it was a tense final, losers down to buy a round for the entire group.

Fliss sank her last striped ball and looked up at Frank with a wink. "Top right."

She missed.

"Bollocks!" She yelled, hanging her head as Frank and Greg shared a high-five. Frank moved round to take his shot, Fliss tying everything she could to distract him, even running her hand up the inside of his thigh which made him jerk forward with a grunt.

The rest of the group laughed as he stood up with a sigh and gave her a stern look "Stop it." 

She backed away, smirking a little and he took the shot, winning the game. With a groan Fliss turned to Bonnie who shook her head.

"We let you win because it's your birthday." Bonnie looked at him and Fliss nodded in agreement.

"Was my birthday on Wednesday.” He rolled his eyes. “And like fuck you let me win. She's the most competitive person I've ever met!" He pointed at Fliss.

Fliss shrugged, the rest of them laughing as the girls headed off to the bar. Bonnie handed Fliss her share of the money before she excused herself to go to the bathroom leaving Fliss to order the drinks.

As the bartender turned to get her order she felt someone slide into the space next to her as the other guy working behind the bar made his way over 

"Have you been served or..." the man next to her asked and Fliss looked at him, smiling.

"Yeah thanks, go ahead."

He placed his order and then turned back to Fliss. “You here alone or..."

"Sorry, no I'm with someone." She smiled, nodding over to the group who were now making their way over to a spare table.

"Too bad." The guy winked, smiling at her as he blatantly looked her up and down.

And that was it. Such a simple, innocent, flirty action from the man, yet it threw Fliss right back, and she felt the panic beginning to rise in her chest. If he saw this guy talking to her, and her talking back...

Frank, who had been silently observing the douchebag with Fliss, spotted the look of panic as it spread across her face instantly. Excusing himself, he strode straight over to where she was stood. He placed himself in between the bloke and Fliss with a stern "get lost" tossed casually over his shoulder. The guy apologised and hastily made his retreat as Frank looked at his girl, his hands cupping her face gently.

"Lissy...hey.”

It took her a moment but her eyes focused again and she looked at him, her hands reaching up to clamp round his wrist.  "Frankie...I..."

"Did he do something?"

"No...I...I just...I wasn't doing anything, please, don't be mad."

"Woah, woah." he said softly, his hands still cupping her face. "I'm not mad. Why would I be mad?"

But even as he said it he had a sudden recollection of the mornings after their first night together and her comment about why she’d gotten the scars he’d seen on her ass.

"Baby, look at me.” He instructed, softly "I would never be cross with you over something like that, and even if I was I wouldn't..."

He trailed off, shaking his head, unable to even voice the words and watched as her breathing evened out and then her eyes filled with tears.

"Frank I'm sorry, I didn't mean that you would, I know you wouldn't do that, I just…"

"Liss, stop apologising." he gently pulled her into a hug. Her hands wrapped around his back, fists grabbing at his shirt and he pressed a kiss to her head allowing her to pull back as she wiped her eyes.

"Is anyone watching?” She asked softly after a moment. Frank looked around and then turned back, shaking his head.

"No." He assured her as two buckets of beer were slid toward them.

"God I'm such an idiot."

"Stop." He looked at her again "You're not an idiot. Well, not all the time." She hit him on the chest softly and he chuckled before he sighed, tucking her hair behind her ear "Baby, please, don't ever be afraid to tell me what's happening or if you're scared or worried okay?"

"I'm not." She shook her head softly “I'm not scared of you, you know that right?"

"I know." He smiled before he dropped a kiss to her lips and picked up one of the buckets.

She grabbed the other and then he saw the cheeky smile cross her face again and he was glad to see Lissy had returned and Felicity was gone.

"You're still gonna do me on the couch when we get back, right?" She asked not looking at him.

"Oh yeah." he grinned.

**** Chapter 14

[stardancerluv]

Reflections

Part 14a

Summary: Jerome and reader, explore more of Jerome’s more dominate side.

Warning: Soft!Dom!Jerome, teasing, being tied up willingly, praise!Kink

Jerome, leaning on his hand gazed down after breaking the kiss. “Do you realize how lovely you?”

“A little.” You said shyly.

“You are quite beautiful, I am lucky to have you as my girl.”

You flushed. “I am lucky to have you.” The soft waves of his auburn hair, those blue eyes like the sky or the ocean that made your heart flutter.

Jerome easing you to sit up, he drew your face up and you gave into the soft kiss. Kisses were always exactly how you wanted them, whether slow and linger or firm and hungry.

Gently Jerome eased you from your shirt and bra, “Do you trust me little dove?” He whispered kissing your shoulder.

You nodded, “Of course I do.”

The particular smile that spread across your face made you even more breathless. “Lay back for me.”

Once you did sitting up Jerome, gathered your hands, he pressed a kiss on your wrists and gently wrapped them in a silken scarf or sash you were not sure. “Is that from one of my kimonos?”

“How observant honey, yes it is.” He gave you a soft look before raising your hands above your head. “Now let’s keep them up there unless I say otherwise, alright?”

You nodded.

“And if at any moment, you are uncomfortable, we can stop remember that baby.”

“Yes.” You were feeling incredibly excited. Recently, Jerome’s being a soft dom, has become more apparent and oh, how you loved when be did.

As Jerome, laid on his side beside you, he looked you over. “You look so delightful, let me see and make sure it is ok with your hands can you wiggle them for me.

Nodding, you wiggled your hands to no avail they were not moving and excitement grew sharper.

“Perfect.” You inhaled as he began gently running his fingers over you. “Mmm honey.” He murmured, as flushed writhed under his touch. All of you blossoming and coming alive. After your tiny pink buds were there and incredibly, you whimpered wishing for more but you did not beg, though your excitement grew between your legs.

Jerome leaned in close, “Do you think I should remove your jeans?” His lips grazed yours as his fingers, traced where they sat on your hips.

“I would love for you too.” It was so hard for you to not raise your hips under his touch, and you wanted to be good.

He smoothed his hand over your soft stomach. “Then I shall.”

Sitting up he unbutton and undid the zipper of your jeans. He grabbed the edges, “Tell me little dove did you bring many pairs of jeans?”

Looked down at him. “No those are the only pair, since you said we may try and fit some hiking in.”

He smiled and nodded. “I love how smart you are. Always thinking.”

You smiled.

Then gently with your help, he pulled your jeans off. “There you are, soft sweet panties, they remind me of the rest of you.”

A soft moan came from you as you felt him press a kiss over your warm center, still covered by the delicate material.

He looked up at you, “Do you like that?”

“Yes.” You were breathless.

He placed more kisses here and here, when he kissed one particular place, he pulled back a playful smile was playing on this lips. Mischief shone brightly.

“My little dove is quite excited arn’t you. I can feel your own honey through your panties.”

“You’ve made me feel so good.” You told him, you shifted gently under him.

Sitting up, his placed a hand on you. He gently squeezed and made a soft sound. “I wonder if I should just continue touching you here.”

He fingers slid up and down your clothed center, your panties were soon soaked all the way through. Soft moans poured from your mouth as you opened and closed your hands.

“How does that feel little dove?”

You licked your lips. “It does, it feels so good.” You shook and moaned even louder when you his hand slipped under your panties.

A soft sound came from him. “You are so soft, I love how you feel.”

All you could do was moan, his fingers felt so good on you. Your hands tingled you wished you could touch him.

Slowly be slipped his hands from you and sighed. You made a soft sound the disappointment was evident, you couldn’t hide it.

His eyes met yours as he licked his fingers. He made a soft sound. “You taste so good,” he tilted his head to one side. “Baby, were you just pouting?”

You shook your head. “I...I just miss your touch.”

“Ok, because I wouldn’t want have to punish you, because we all know good things come to those that wait.”

“Yes.” You nodded. “I wouldn’t want to be bad.” You pressed your thighs together, the ache he had created there was intense.

“Good honey.” He praised.

You watched as he began to finally remove his clothing. When he was finally as naked you sighed and just enjoyed the sight, he truly reminded you of all those carved statues, you used to study.

He ran his fingers down his torso. “This is all for you little dove.” Watching that made your finger tips tingle even more.

He eased himself off the enormous bed, a pang went through as you wondered what he was thinking. Coming around, he stood at the end of, “I do enjoy seeing you like this.” You watched as he bit his bottom lip.

Reaching over he grabbed your ankles and gently pulled you to him. “Let’s get rid of these finally.” His fingers looped your panties and slowly pulled them off you and let them drop to the floor near him. The breeze that blew over you was cool but did little to calm you.

“Time to open yourself to me little dove.”

His words sent shiver through, as his fingers once again wrapped around your ankles and he opened your legs, you did not resist. Though when he drew closer to him, your legs merely dangled over the bed. Your excitement wondered what he could possibly do.

Seeing his arousal was almost too much for you. Ever since tasting him months ago, enjoying in your mouth was something you had grown to enjoy.

He bent down, leaning and bracing himself against the bed he stood between your legs. Holding his hard on, he looked up in your direction, his auburn hair falling into his eyes. “Little dove love how you look so open just for me.”

“I love being like this for you.” A loud moan poured from your lips then as you felt him drag the tip of his hard through your wet folds. “Jerome.” You managed to breath.

“Yes, little dove.” He teased you again, just nestling your wet opening which was now just aching for him to fill you.

“Please, please I want to feel you.”

“You want to feel me here?” Teased your opening once again.

“Please.”

He smiled, “Since you asked so nicely.” His smile turned more teasing. “Scoot back just a little bit for me.”

You did as he said. He easily settled between you legs. “Little dove.” He breathed.

He entered you easily, you were so wet. You arched as you finally felt him. He wrapped an arm around you. He kissed your throat and shoulder.

“Would you like to wrap your arms around me?” He breathed against your ear.

“Please.” You pleaded.

Gently, he eased you down still remaining in you. He leaned against one of his hands, unties the silken sash from your hands you did not hesitate.

“I had missed those hands.” He whispered as he drew close you, as you felt him enter you even deeper, causing you wrap your legs to wrapped around his middle as your fingers nestled into his hair.

As one of his arms wrapped around you, the other gave him room to move and balance. Together you moved as one.

******

With the blankets still around you since you had both, slid underneath as exhaustion had wrapped itself around you.

Stretching, you watched as Jerome with his kimono around him took your kimono from your suitcase. “Come put this on little dove, we are hitting our own little hot spring.”

“But Jerome, I am naked and it is still raining out there.” You protested.

He undid his and let it come undone as he walked back to you, “I am naked too.” He smirked. “It’s our own private one. He laid your kimono out. “Slip it on so you feel better but I promise you, that you will be ok.”

“If you say so.”

He looked smug. “I do.” And he wrapped his kimono back around his body.

Throwing the blanket aside, you grabbed your kimono. Holding out his hand you took it, you shared a smiled as he interlaced you fingers.

You took it all in the huge window that looked out at the forest and the dark mountains that they were nestled in. You pointed to what looked like an infinity hot tub. “Oh, Jerome this is amazing. Is that an infinity hot tub?”

He nodded. “Yes, thought it was a nice touch.” He untied his belt and let his kimono fall to the floor. Sighing he stepped into the tub, you watched him feel around and then he turned and smiled. “Come in here little dove.” He held his arms out to you. “Get over here honey.”

You smiled, this was all so amazing. You finally undid and you slipped out of your kimono, letting it lay besides Jerome’s. Stepping in you could not help but echo Jerome’s sigh. The warm water felt like bliss.

You went over and cuddled close to him. You rested your head on his chest, loving the sensation of his beating heart. Smiling you looked up at him. Caressing your cheek, he drew you in for a kiss.

“This is so wonderful.” He whispered. “I am so glad we’re here.”

“Me too.” Your arms wrapped around him tighter.

Your heart fluttered. All of this was so peaceful and relaxing.

“May I have one of your hands?”

“Of course.” You offered one of hour hands.

He pressed a kiss against the soft place of your wrist. “That was so nice earlier. You didn’t mind, did you?” He met you as he looked at you from over your wrist.”

A flutter of joy went through you. “I liked ir very much.” You gave him a sly smile. “You might have to do that again to me.”

He nibbled on your wrist. “I might just have to.”

You giggled into his chest. “You are so wicked.”

He looked at you smugly. “I am, that’s why you love me.”

“Yes.” You giggled even more as he nibbled you again.

******

He held you close as you sat in the warm water, placing a kiss the top of your head.

Away from Nagiko and that damn publisher, let him relax, he didn’t realize just how much how he needed it till just then. No obligations except spending some wonderful time here.

A soft chuckled came from him when he felt your lips over his heart. “That tickles.” He said, as he glanced down at you.

“Good, I love making you laugh.”

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Cobalt and Vermilion

cobalt: I'd want a pretty big house with enough rooms for a home office and a library, an infinity pool and hot tub. I'd want to be out in the middle of nowhere with a lot of windows to enjoy nature and have a lot of room for pets. Also a big patio would be nice, with a firepit and a lot of plants/flowers!

vermilion: With a million dollars, I'd definitely help pay off the rest of my mom's debt & my student loans (boring answer, I know!). Then I'd quit my jobs, abandon my life and travel the world a bit. I'd hit Japan, New Zealand, Egypt, and states I've never been to before like Hawaii and Alaska! Basically anywhere and everywhere pretty. I'd probably prefer to take a friend or significant other rather than go alone, and pay for them, too. With the money left over, I'd buy a small house or save the rest to buy fun, useless things that give me joy. Give some to charities and non-profits.

thanks for sending some asks :)

[just-random-obsessions]

Funny Moments In Thor Ragnarök

Thor 1

Thor 2

Avengers 1

I know I said I was gonna do Avengers Age of Ultron too, but because it didn’t have Loki in it, I decided to scrap that idea because this series is mostly focused on the relationship between Loki and Thor. So without further ado, all the funny moments in Thor Ragnarök. Side note: This accounts for all the moments were SUPPOSED to be funny. However these are mostly toilet humor, so whether or not it was actually funny to the viewer just depends on that person’s taste in humor. Funny moments listed below cut line which is underneath the tag list.

Edit for clarification: This is not a post supporting Thor Ragnarok. This is an anti post. In another post (that I’m too lazy to write right now) I will be explaining the difference in humor tones between this movie and the previous three. I will also be explaining why this tonal change is hated by anti Ragnarok people.

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~ “Where I met you :)” *skeleton’s jaw drops*

~ “Surtr. Son of...a bitch you’re still alive?!”

~ *The chain keeps spinning Thor around and interrupting Surtr

~ “And you’ll grow as big as a house-?” “A mOuNtAiN” 

~ “Oh that’s a crown. I thought it was a big eyebrow”

~ *Thor’s timing being wrong when he says “that’s what heroes do”

~ “oh I make grave mistakes all the time. Everything seems- *shit that’s a bg dragon* -to work out”

~ “Behold!!! My stuff!

~ *Pronounces Texas wrong*

~ “I call them Des and Troy. Together, they Destroy”

~ *Thor drops the hammer in the dragon’s mouth* “Stay!”

~ *The entire Asgardian play*

~ *The woman in the audience emotionally grabbing Thor’s arm*

~ *Thor being all wtf???*

~ “Father” “Oh shit”

~ *that smile!!!* 

~ *Out of breath* “Behold!! Thor! Odinso-” “You had one job”

~ “I swear I left him right here” “right here on the sidewalk or right here where the building’s being demolished?”

~ “Can’t see into the future. I’m not a witch” “No? Then why do you dress like one?” “hEy!!!1!!!1!!”

~ “I can’t believe you’re alive. I mourned you! I cried for you!” “I’m honored??”

~ *the two girls who approach Thor to take a selfie*

~ “Sorry to hear that Jane dumped you” “She didn’t dump me. I dumped her. It was a mutual dumping”

~ *Thor poking the piece of paper cause he thinks it’s Loki*

~ “You can put down the umbrella”

~ “So Earth has wizards now” “The preferred term is Master of the Mystic Arts” “Alright wizard”

~ *Thor fumbling with the cool spikey things*

~ “I don’t drink tea” “Well what do you drink?” “Not tea”

~*the self-refilling beer*

~ “No I don’t have a phone but you could’ve sent an electronic letter. It’s called an email” “Right do you have a computer?” “No what for?” *confusion*

~ “My hair is not to be meddled with-OW!!!!”

~ “We could’ve just walked”

~ “Don’t forget your umbrella” *the awkwardness between them as everything crashes*

~ “I hAvE bEeN fAlLiNg FoR tHiRtY mInUtEs!!!!1!!1!!!!”

~ I’m pretty sure Odin’s death scene was the only scene to not have any humor in it.

~ “Who are you?” “I’m just the janitor”

~ *Valkyrie tries to do the Badass Walk but falls off the edge*

~ *Val keeps stumbling*

~ “But we’ve already got him” “Alright then. I guess I go through you”

~ *The guns not working at first*

~ *Val’s smirk*

~ *Thor’s mashed up face on the window of the ship*

~ “Whoever you are.” “Whoever I am?! Did you listen to a word I said?!”

~ *Thor’s scared screaming turned into a confused and awkward screaming as he is introduced to the Grandmaster*

~ “He’s wonderful. It is a he?” “It is a he”

~ “She is the- and it starts with a b” “Trash” “Were you just waiting to call her that? It doesn’t start with a b” “Booze-head”

~ “You’ll pay for this” “No I got payed for this”

~ “I am the god of THUNDER” *sparkles*

~ “OH MY GOD I’m stepping in it!!!”

~ “I’m going back to Asgard.” “Assgard?”

~ “Loki!” “Shhh!”

~ *Loki and Thor start arguing*

~ “Get me out!” “I can’t!” “Get me out!” “I can’t!”

~ “I’ve never met this man in my life” “He’s my brother” “Adopted”

~ “Let me introduce myself my name is Korg. I’m kinda like the leader in here”

~ “I tried to start a revolutions but I didn’t print enough pamphlets”

~ “Oh no. Doug’s dead”

~ “That’s exactly what Doug used to say. See you later New Doug”

~ Infinity Gauntlet: “Fake!!”

~ Casket: “Weak!”

~ Surtr’s Crown: “Smaller than I though it would be”

~ *Thor throwing rocks at Loki*

~ “Piss off ghost!!”

~ “It would pull me off-” “Oh my god. The hammer pulled you off?” 

~ *Thor fumbling with talkin to Val and doing the thumbs up*

~ “By Odin’s beard you shall not cut my hair” *2 seconds later* “Please kind sir do not cut my hair”

~ “I have to get off this planet” 

~ “Loki! Look who it is!” *NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENO

PENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE

NOPENOPENOPENOPE

~ *Thor gets whacked around like Loki did in Avengers* “YES!!! THATS HOW IT FEELS*

~ “Not just to execute people, but also to execute their vision. But mainly to execute people”

~ *Hulk being naked in the hot tub* “That’s in my brain now”

~ “What are you crazy?!” “YES”

~  “Hulk like fire. Thor like water”

~ *Thor stumbling around Val again*

~ “Because that’s what heroes-” *gets bonked in the head with the ball*

~ *the voice activation being “Point Break”*

~ “What happened to your hair?” “Some creepy old man cut it off” “It looks good”

~ “Banner” “Welcom strongest Avenger” “Uhhh what?”

~ “You and I had a fight “ “Did I win?” “No I won” “That doesn’t sound right”

~ *Topaz trying to hand the Grandmaster the meltsick*

~ “I don’t wanna fight your sister that’s a family issue”

~ *Thor and Bruce arguing like children*

~ “It’s my disguise” “I can see your face” “Not when I do this”

~ *Bruce complimenting Valkyrie*

~ *Thor stealing the name Revengers from the Avengers*

~ “Where are you at these days?” “It varies from moment to moment” *NOPE*

~ “We are going through the big one” “The Devil’s Anus?!”

~ “I’m asking for safe passage. Through the Anus”

~ *The snake story* 

~ “You guys have a beast :D?!!!!”

~ *”I’ll explain later”*

~ “I don’t like that word” “Mainframe?”

~ *Thor and Loki step out of the elevator* “Hello” “Hi”

~ *get help*

~ “Alright I can figure this out it’s just another spaceship”

~ “Did she just say the Grandmaster uses it for orgies?!!” “Yeah. Don’t touch anything”

~ “Use one of your PhD’s” “None of them aRe FoR FLYING ALIEN SPACESHIPS”

~ “Well you do seem like you’re in desperate need of leadership” “Why thank you” 

~ “Not that [Asgard’s] not nice it’s just that it’s on fire”

~ “I love what you’ve done with the place. Redecorating I see”

~ *heroic music plays* *Bruce falls flat on his face*

~ “I’m Korg. This is Miek. We’re gonna jump on that spaceship. Wanna come?”

~ “Your savior is here!!! Did you miss me?”

~ “You’re late” “You’re missing an eye” 

~ “I think we should disband the Revengers”

~ “Hit her with a lightning blast” “I just hit her with the biggest lightning blast in the history of lightning”

~ “So what do we do?” “I’m not doing Get Help”

~ “You can’t defeat me” “I know. But he can”

~ “We’re fulfilling the prophecy” “I hate this prophecy”

~ “For once in your life! Don’t smash!” “Big monster?!” 

~ “It will become a haven-” *Asgard explodes* “Yeah no sorry”

~ “Oh Mieks dead. Yeah I stomped on him on the bridge. I felt so guilty I’ve been carrying him around all day.” *2 seconds later* “Oh Miek you’re alive!! He;s alive guys!! What was your question?”

~ “Do you really think it’s a good idea to go back to earth?” “Yes of course, the people of Earth love me”

I FINALLY FINISHED IT!!!!!

[cevans16]

It Was You All Along ~ Part 1

You were part of the MCU since you were 18, playing the role of Pepper Potts….10 years later you were starting to film the beginning stages of Infinity War, Chris and you were very close that is until you go your own ways…..will or will you not ever reunite?

“I can’t believe we’re both almost done with our contracts Chris” you spoke to him on the phone as you were being chauffeured around London. “Yeah, what are you going to do?” he asked, “Honestly probably take a small break, maybe finally get my bachelors“ you replied, “but hey I’m pulling up to my hotel, talk to you later”.

You settled in your hotel for the week as you were doing a photo shoot for a London magazine. Once you finished you went over to the nearby bar or should I say pub for your interview. You walked in not paying attention to the people starting to recognize you as you ordered your Jack and Coke. You were sipping on your drink while conversating with the journalist about the usual questions you would get, “Are you dating?”, “How are you staying in shape?”, “What’s your beauty routine” yadayadayada. You two left the bar to head over to the studio when you ran into one of your crushes there, well except Chris but he didn’t need to know that....your top celeb crush Henry Cavill. The journalist introduced you two as he was about to finish his photo shoot, you were going to start yours. “Hello, I’m not allowed to say this but I think you’re amazing in those Iron Man movies!” he said giddily causing you to blush, “Well don’t tell my bosses but I think you’re killing it as Superman! Definitely my favorite” you replied. “Excuse me, where are my manners, I’m Henry” he said as he extended his hand to shake yours, “Nice to meet you Henry, I’m (Y/N)” you replied. You two chit-chatted for a bit before you went your own way but not before Henry asked you to meet up with him for some coffee after.

-Text- How was the interview? Btw we need to talk....I kind of need to tell you something You felt a small hit in your heart when you read that text as you got ready for your meet up with Henry, you decided to call Chris to see what was up before you headed to the cafe.

“Heyyy, uhm I just saw your text are you okay?” you said on the phone, “Hey (Y/N) I didn’t know how to tell you this and I’m not sure how you’re going to take this but uhmmm” was this it? Was this the moment he was going to finally say that he liked you, you thought to yourself. “I uhhhh got back with Jenny”. You felt your world crash down, you didn’t hate her but you didn’t particularly like her especially after she was rude to you since the moment you met. “(Y/N)?? (Y?N)” Chris asked on the other line, “Hey uhmm well I don’t know why you’re telling me but I thought you learned your lesson with her, look I have to go Chris bye” you said as you hung up the phone and you turned it off. You were pissed...or sad either way you could feel the tears forming in your eyes. Get it together you said to yourself. You inhaled and exhaled for a few moments before you grabbed your purse and headed to the cafe.

Henry was waiting for you outside the cafe as you walked up to him smiling a bit. Deep down you wanted nothing but to cry yourself to sleep hating yourself for thinking Chris was finally going to take a chance with you but you knew it wasn’t going to change things plus you weren’t going to pass up on Henry. “Long time no see Henry” you joked to him, “Right, I forgot what you looked like” he replied, “Well how do I look now?”, “Beautiful” he smiled at you. You two walked up to the entrance as he opened the door for you to go inside. You were seated out in the patio as you two got to know each other for a bit, you let Henry know that you weren’t going to be in London for long which he knew since he was aware you weren’t from there. The conversation flowed great throughout the evening and into the night when you two realized they were about to close, you chuckled as you gathered your belongings and left the place. “I had a great time with you (Y/N)” Henry shared with you, “Me too, thank you for inviting me Henry” you two walked along the street heading towards your hotel, “Henry I uhmmm I don’t know how to say this...I’m uh attracted to you but I’m not into the hookup culture” you explained, Henry looked at you a bit confused until he got it, “Ahh I see, well no I would not like to hook up with you, I enjoyed your company and would like for you to get to your hotel safely” he replied, “I would however like to meet up with you again, if that is okay with you (Y/N)? If not it’s okay i understand no hard feelings” he said. “I would like that Henry” you smiled to him. He walked you to your hotel waiting for you to go inside the lobby before catching a taxi for himself. Henry was so happy to have met you, you were his celeb crush but meeting you exceeded his expectations. You felt the same way, you had forgotten about Chris until you opened the door to your hotel room. You felt exhausted mentally.

You decided to draw up a bath as it had a nice view of London from the bathtub. You combed your hair up in a bun and threw in the epsom salt in the tub before taking off your clothes to soak yourself in the warm water with a glass of wine as you looked onto the London skyline. You turned on your phone to listen to music. You saw 11 missed calls with voicemails and 4 texts from Chris, you knew you couldn’t talk to him yet. You also had 3 missed calls with one voicemail from RDJ, 2 texts from Elizabeth and 1 text from Mackie. You texted all but Chris and RDJ back as you dialed RDJ’s number. He picked up on the first ring “Hey kid! I called you” he practically yelled, “I know which is why I’m returning your call Robert” you chuckled. “Well I don’t bullshit so how are you taking this shit with Chris?” he asked, “Uhmmm I’m still processing, I can’t force him to do anything so I’m doing the best I can” you said as you started to cry a bit, “Kid kid, (Y/N) listen to me, Chris is an idiot, I let him know that but honey it’s not worth crying over a dude, I know I KNOW how would I know but believe me your prince charming is around the corner, just ask Susann” he joked. “Thank you I appreciate it, I may have met him but I’m not sure yet”, “Ohhh who?”, “Uhmm remember my celeb crush?”, “Mhmmm wait really, the dude who plays Superman?!”, he asked excitedly knowing how much you enjoyed his movies, you then explained to Robert about Henry, “Well kid, I hate to tell you but everything happens for a reason”, “I know I know”, “Well I’ll let you go, chin up, I love ya”, “Love you too Robert and thank you” you said as you hung up and then proceeded to text Mackie saying you were okay, you checked Lizzie’s text, one was asking you about Chris since it was all over the news now and another one was on the news about you and Henry. You proceeded to check Chris’ texts which were about him apologizing and then him asking you about Henry, how would they know you asked yourself. Sure enough you went online and first saw a pic of Chris with Jenny Jenny Slate and Chris Evans Are On Again which you skipped and then landed on one of you and Henry at the cafe Romeo and Juliet More Like Marvel And DC Star-Crossed Lovers Looking Cozy, boy news travels fast you thought to yourself as you got off from the internet and proceeded to listen to music while texting Lizzie, ‘chin up love you are and deserve the best’ she texted you. You were hoping Robert was right, everything happens for a reason.

The week in London flew by as you and Henry saw each other almost everyday before you had to return to the States as Henry called them. You were originally from (Y/State/N) but had moved to Boston as it was always a dream to live there. Henry was sad to see you go but you guys agreed on still getting to know each other even if you were in different countries, it was something new for you, as for Henry it wasn’t. Luckily he had some time off from filming which gave him a chance to visit you soon.

[katsukikitten]

Spicy Ramen

"You know Bakugou has a crush on you right?" Mina says as she braids your hair.

"What?!" You laugh, "No...no he doesn't."

He can't have a crush on you considering how hard he glares at you when you laugh or how hard he hits you during practice.

Plus it would be an unrequited crush as you had no interest in an arrogant asshat who was far too self centered to be a hero.

In fact you saw his infinate temper as a major flaw, one that reminded you too much of a villain.

Still even in the safe haven of pink walls and bold bed spreads you could feel his eyes on your skin. You shudder whether it be from pleasure or fear you are unsure.

"Please you've seen the way he looks at Y/N right Momo-chan?" Mina pulls tightly on your hair.

"Hey!"

"Yes, he doesn't watch too many people." Momo comments as she rewrites her notes from today's class, "Come to think..."

She taps the mechanical pencil with a flame and ice charm to her lips as she ponders.

"Don't say it."

"He really only watches you now." She shrugs going back to her notes, "Guess he's figured everyone else out."

"I don't think that's why at all." Mina giggles finishing your hair. You pout angirly, cheeks burning from the thought of him liking you.

"He can't like me! He's a self centered prick!" You point out, pulling up your shirt to reveal a nasty bruise on your stomach. "Plus would you hit your crush this hard?"

The girls lean in close to inspect and Uraraka scrunches up her nose.

"Yikes." Jhiro comments, changing the song with her earplug.

"Yea you're telling me. Mother fucker hits hard! I hate being paired with him." You grumble, reaching for the popcorn the giant pink bowl, "I'd much rather be paired with Todoroki."

You try to keep the blush from your cheeks as Momo's eyes pause on you.

"He's a gentlemen and pulls some of his punches." You offer, locking eyes with your friend. She sighs and continues her busy work.

"But I thought you hated when people held back." Uraraka san states, "Plus Bakugou fights everyone that way. He knows you're capable."

"There is one thing that he does just for you though. Have you noticed yet?" Mina sing songs capturing the rest of the girls attention.

"He doesn't do anything special for me.

"Oh yea? When it's his turn to cook dinner what does he cook almost every time?"

"Pork tonkatsu."

"And what's your favorite dish?"

"Pork tonkatsu." You say dryly.

You pause as you mull it over. Had it really been pork tonkatsu everytime he cooked?

And had he always put extra soy sauce in your rice for you?

"That doesn't prove anything." You say swiping at Mina's smirk, "It could be his favorite dish too."

"Yea and Howls Moving Castle just happens to be his favorite movie too then huh?"

"No he says it's the only thing on on his movie night and it makes him angry. He doesn't even stay to watch it." You protest, a vivid memory of him sucking his teeth as he slams the remote onto your lap.

*"Dumbass movie."*

They all give you a pointed look.

One that screams how can you be so dense.

"He just sits where you can't see." Mina adds, "He grabs his chair from his room so you can have more space on the couch to tuck your hips and feet."

You stare at the girls bewildered, had he done these nice things for you?

Didn't he fold everyone's clean towel and place it on their bed when he had to do laundry?

Didn't he always like the same icecream as you? Isn't that why he always brought back a large tub of chocolate cookie dough when he went shopping so your "fatass" wouldn't eat it all?

Didn't he always wait for someone lingering in the class room when it got dark early on campus to walk them home?

Hadn't he always made a study guide that he claimed was too complicated for Kirishima to give away to anyone who was around?

More often than not it was you with the folded towels while everyone else's was thrown onto their bed. You eating the chocolate cookie dough icecream, you he waited for when it got dark and you he gave the study guide to with a grimace on his face and tinged cheeks.

Suddenly your whole face burned all the way to the tips of your ears as all of the girls smiled towards you.

"If you don't believe me, I'll get Eji to come in and attest how Bakugou feels about you." Mina let's it sink in as your world feels like its falling away beneath your feet.

Bakugou wasn't your crush, Todoroki was!

So why was your heart racing out of your chest over all of the small things you had missed?

All the small things Todoroki did for Momo that you had wished he'd done for you.

It was staring you in the face today wasn't it?

Those crimson eyes burning hot rage because yours lingered elsewhere instead of focusing on the fight.

No it couldn't be that? His eyes always burned with rage. Hell that was a core personality trait for him. He didnt fold your towel you got that messed up and the icecream, he ate it too! Hes the one who brought it into the house first and howl's moving castle was a fucking love story.

And he detested love.

You stood.

"I'm going to show you once and for all that Bakugou Katsuki King of Assholes does NOT like me." You left Mina's room. All the girls exchanged looks before following behind you silently.

Testing their covert skills as they watched you storm to the common room at such a late hour.

Where you conveniently knew Bakugou would be watching late night TV to wind down.

When you entered the room he looked at you over his shoulder with sharp eyes.

"No I'm not changing the fucking channel." He growled gripping onto the remote tight enough that it groaned in his grip.

The other girls watch on baited breath.

"What's your favorite part of Howl's moving castle?"

"Of what?" He snaps.

"Don't play stupid Bakugou, I didn't stutter. The movie with the guy who turns into a bird and the girl is cursed." You lean in over the couch keeping your face close to his, furious with it all, "What is your favorite fucking part?"

He's quiet for a long moment he opens his mouth as his color deepens.

"I don't know what fucking dumbass movie you're talking about." He looks back to the TV eyes narrowed.

"Fine." You smile, happy with your work, you look over your shoulder and when you see the girls you've got courage to ask another question to drive it home.

That damnit Bakugou is not interested in you.

"What's your favorite meal?" You ask smugly, chin in hand as his eyes turn to you with annoyance.

"Spicy ramen." He bites out and your face flushes.

"Wh..." Mina's eyes widen with delight as you stutter, "It's...its not pork tonkatsu?"

He laughs sharply.

"No its bland, why do you think I always add so much spice to mine?"

"Then why the fuck do you make it all the time?" You ask astonished. His cheeks flush, he's been caught.

"Do you even like the chocolate cookie dough icecream? Why do you buy it? Why do you wait for me at school? Why is there always a study guide too hard for Eijirou after I don't do so well on an exam?" You huff and he stays silent for a long time before he swallows.

"You really are dense." He sighs bringing his hand to the nape of your neck pushing your face to his. He captures your lips tenderly before it turns into a heated, yearning kiss. When he's done and sure his point is made he let's his grip up enough to hold your gaze.

"My favorite part of Howl's moving castle is how your face lights up when it comes on."

[3pirouette]

Fic: A New Purpose (1/1)

Title: A New Purpose By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette Spoilers: Any of it? All of it? If you’re not up to date by now I can’t help you. Disclaimer: They're not mine. Word Count: 3248 Distribution: AO3  / FF.net. Anyone else please ask first :)

Summary: Peggy is Steve’s rock, keeping him sturdy and sane when he finds himself filling a need in the pandemic he didn’t even know was there. Written for Tumblr’s Steggy Week Day 8: Quarantine

AN: For Steggy Week ’20 on Tumblr Day 8: Quarantine I’m not sure where this came from, and I’m sorry? I’m sorry. I don’t KNOW that anything like this happened/is happening, but I can imagine it being a possibility. Insert your favorite “Peggy lives in the Future and they all live happily in Avengers Tower” headcanon either time time prior to Age of Ultron or where Infinity War/Endgame don’t happen.

~*~

Tony put the entire Tower on lockdown the day Bruce walked into his office and showed him the data coming out of Wuhan. Everyone was remanded to their own floors, with their romantic partners if applicable, and no one was eager to question it when they saw the dour look on both men’s faces. Within 36 hours the tower had been outfitted with UV lighting, new filters on the HVAC systems, sanitizing stations at every door, and the central living space had been turned into a command station.

Most of them had thought Tony was overreacting, but did as asked and didn’t say much when Tony installed infrared temperature checking stations at the doors once Europe started reporting credible deaths.

Steve and Peggy knew it wasn’t an overreaction.

While the words “1918 Flu Pandemic” floated easily off the tongues of TV commentators, they gave Steve and Peggy chills. Steve had been born that year, and Peggy not much later. While they were too young to remember it themselves, they knew the stories all too well. They knew the people in their families they were never able to meet because they’d died in those years. They remembered walking past boarded up shops as kids because those businesses, or their owners, hadn’t survived.

Any time Tony asked for volunteer to run supplies somewhere or start calling Washington offices, Peggy and Steve were the first to say yes.

When it hit the US, when it hit New York, was when everyone started taking it seriously. By then Tony already had most of Stark Industries converted to making ventilators and masks and had moved on to help other companies figure out how to retrofit their plants (which was much harder than some politicians managed to make it sound), but there still weren’t enough supplies to go around. Bruce worked to coordinating testing, finding tubes and solvents for kits and using Stark resources to get labs more equipment. Peggy and Pepper manned the phones, calling senators and distributing and centralizing data. The rest of the team was running through out New York and New Jersey distributing supplies and organizing food banks.

As infections got worse and hospitals began to get overrun, Tony saw that each Avenger got a consultation with the renowned Dr. Helen Cho. Peggy, Pepper, Clint and Natasha were deemed of average risk and advised to stay home or wear masks as much as possible. Peggy and Pepper stayed home, Clint and Natasha continued their efforts in masks, decontaminated every time they stepped in the tower, and stuck to their own floors. Tony was also deemed of average risk, but his suit provided extraordinary protection when he was away from the tower. He created a new sanitizing process he deemed his ‘Hot Tub Protocol’ and continued on as he had been. Thor, out west with Jane Foster, was deemed questionable, though since he couldn’t as much remember having a cold since being exposed to the Earth, Dr. Cho suggested a mask until she could run further tests.

Steve and Bruce were deemed impervious, much to both their surprise. Dr. Cho even doubted their ability to act as a carrier with how fast their bodies managed to destroy any bacteria or virus.

That information sent Bruce right back to his lab where he immersed himself in research on Gamma radiation and viruses.

Steve still wore a mask when he went out, still decontaminated before he headed back to the floor he shared with only Peggy, and still worried every night what he might bring back to her.

She’d wrap herself around him in bed, though, and speak in low, soft tones, and managed to wipe away enough worry that he could sleep at night. He was helping, he knew he was, but not nearly enough and he had a nagging feeling he should be doing something else to help.

He figured it out by accident. It was an average delivery: drive a truck full of masks, gloves, and cleaning supplies to a hospital. Drop them off. Pose for some pictures and give everyone a pep talk. He could do those things easily and managed to do them day after day without losing too much of his own optimism.

The building was nondescript, and the back entrance where he had to drive the truck didn’t have any signs. One teary-eyed nurse who thanked him over and over met him at the back door. When he left, he had a new goal.

~*~

“I need your help, Peg.”

He didn’t even say hello as he stepped onto their floor from the elevator, striding in filled with energy and purpose. Peggy looked up from her desk, nodding furiously but holding up one finger. “No, senator, you don’t understand. Your constituents are dying, and your support in this bill is only the tip of the iceberg. Mortgage relief, rent relief, guaranteed healthcare these-” She stopped mid sentence, pursing her lips together. “Prat hung up on me!”

Steve met her at the desk, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. “You’ll get him next time.” He kept moving to the kitchenette and poured a glass of water, which he gulped down eagerly.

“You said you needed help?” Peggy joined him at the counter, eyes weary with long hours and a day full of similar phone calls, but eager to help him. He looked at her for a second before rounding the counter and lifting her into a tight hug, her feet leaving the floor. She squeaked in surprise, but reciprocated immediately, holding tight across his shoulders and tangling a hand in his hair. “What’s wrong, darling?”

He set her down but didn’t let go. “They’re alone.”

“Who, my love?” She looked up at him, and noticed the pain etched in the corners of his eyes. She reached her hand up and cradled his cheek, stroking gently with her thumb. “Who’s alone?”

He let his overhead rest on her, the words so quiet when they slipped out. “The kids.”

They ended up sitting on the floor, leaning against the kitchen island with hands holding tight and her in his lap as he told her about the non-descript hospital and the teary-eyed nurse. How she was the one who volunteered to pick up the supplies because then she wouldn’t be able to see her patients for two weeks, and it was her turn. Steve asked innocently about her patients, and found out he was at a children’s hospital. She told him how they were taking turns sleeping at the hospital to keep contact with the outside world a minimum for their sickest patients. How some parents had to choose between coming to visit their immune compromised child or continuing to work and be potentially exposed to the virus to be able to pay for medical bills. How they worked day and night to try to keep the kids from being lonely, all the while watching what was happening at the nursing homes and being scared to death of what would happen to their kids if even one tiny virus made it past their doors.

Despite the tears on her cheeks, Peggy didn’t miss a beat. “You want to visit?” He nodded. She untangled herself and stood, wiping her cheeks and reaching down to pull Steve up next to her. “Right. Let’s get going, shall we?”

Within a half hour, she and Pepper were on the phone with every children’s hospital and children’s home in New York. Within the hour, word spread of what was happening and Jarvis couldn’t keep up with the incoming calls from places all over the tri-state area.

Within two hours, Peggy had him booked solid morning to night for the next week and Steve was on the phone with local retailers, small toy stores and electronics shops near each stop on his list, buying them out of inventory and setting up delivery instructions.

Clint and Natasha weren’t exactly excited that night when they heard their delivery routes of PPE were going to nearly double, but once they heard why they offered to help with the deliveries of the toys, too.

“No,” Peggy paced the living room, tapping her pen on her chin. “We can provide medical evidence of safety if necessary and daily negative virus tests.” She smiled at Steve as he put his own phone down. He seemed excited, invigorated at this new purpose, and she was glad for it. “Yes, You’ll be receiving an e-mail shortly confirming verbal agreement for day and time and you can reply to that with any decontamination procedures or requests you may have.” Peggy flopped down on the couch next to Steve, “Yes, you’re very welcome.”

Steve moved to kiss her as she put her phone down, put she pressed a finger to his lips and held him at bay a few inches away. “Jarvis?”

The AI answered quickly, “Yes, Miss Carter?”

Steve didn’t move and she simply smiled at him. “New outgoing voicemail message please.”

“When you’re ready,” the voice answered.

“You’ve reached Peggy Carter at the Avengers Initiative. If you are inquiring about a visit from Captain America, please leave your name, phone number, and institutional affiliation. I will get back to you within twenty four hours. All other inquiries please press one.”

Steve moved his lips against her finger. “Pepper’s gonna hate you for that.”

Peggy shrugged as Jarvis acknowledged her new recording. “I’ve a new full time job managing you.” Steve moved forward to kiss her again, but she pushed him back, her finger still in place.

Steve nipped playfully at the pad of her finger when she didn’t move it. “Peg…”

“Jarvis?”

“Yes, Agent Carter?”

She kept her finger on his lips, but sat up on her knees and crawled her way into Steve’s lap, taking his arms with her free hand and wrapping them around her waist one at a time. “Ring all calls for myself and Captain Rogers directly through to voicemail, please.”

“As you wish.”

Peggy finally pulled her finger away, running it over Steve’s chest. “I believe you had something you wanted to do with your lips, Captain?”

~*~

The first day he came home he walked right past Peggy and disappeared into their bathroom. A half-hour later Peggy found him standing in the shower, fully clothed, crying silently with his head pressed into the tile as the water grew cold.

She turned the water off and pulled him out, sitting him on the toilet and stripping him mechanically and swiftly. He let her, not knowing what would come out of his mouth if he opened it.

She wrapped him in a towel then wrapped her arms around him, holding tight until he croaked out a soft, “Thank you.”

~*~

When Peggy watched him square his shoulders and leave the next morning she considered, just for a moment, stopping him.

That night, when he came home, he was able to talk about his day, to talk about the big smiles when he handed kids new tablets they could use to video chat their families instead of sharing the one at the nurses station, and the looks of relief on the teens faces when there was someone new to talk to that didn’t have to care about staying a minimum safe distance away.

He tried to tell her about the hugs. The tight, happy hugs of little and big kids alike who had been denied contact for too long for fear their compromised immune systems couldn’t handle event he smallest potential exposure, but the words caught in his throat and she just put her hand on top of his.

~*~

The third day he was out Peggy managed to fill his whole month and was still fielding calls. Hospitals wanted to know when he could come back. She felt overwhelmed, like she was back in ’43 looking at Steve’s scheduled USO appearances.

The phone rang, again, and she tried terribly hard not to sound exasperated when she answered, knowing she’d have to break it to some poor, hopeful administrator that Captain America was booked solid for the month, including weekends.

“Peggy Carter, Avengers Initiative,” she answered, rubbing her forehead.

“Hi,” the voice on the other end was young, female, and a little timid. “I hope I’m calling the right place. Um, is this where I call to talk to Captain America?”

Peggy could feel her heart break just a little. “I’m sorry, dear, but he’s quite busy right now and not in the office.”

“Oh, I know,” the girl replied quickly, almost tripping over herself to get the words out. “I was just hoping I could leave him a message.”

Peggy propped the phone on her shoulder and searched her desk for a scrap of paper. “Of course. What’s your name?”

“Ainsley,” she replied. “I’m at the group home in Brooklyn he came to yesterday.”

Peggy wrote the girls name, but didn’t wait for the message. With Steve still so quite she had to know. “How was it? I don’t get to go with him when he visits people anymore, so what happened?”

Peggy could almost hear her smile through the phone. “It was really great. He made sure he said hi to everyone, and even remembered our names. He let us ask him a bunch of questions then he asked if he could stay the afternoon. He played catch with some of the boys out back and helped me and Aimee repaint the bunk room for the littlest girls.”

Peggy bit her lip, trying to hold back the well of emotion in her chest. Steve hadn’t said any of that to her, and she could nearly understand why. “Well that’s,” she cleared her throat, “That’s really lovely.”

“Yeah,” Ainsley replied. “So while he was here yesterday, he mentioned he was leaving to go to a children’s hospital. One of the boys was being a jerk and said that those kids had it good because they had parents that were taking care of them. Captain America, well, he was real nice, but he bent down, and man to man told Joey that some of those kids were dying, and that some of those kids couldn’t see their parents, couldn’t see anyone, cause they were so sick.”

“Oh no,” Peggy whispered, unsure of where this was going.

“Well, he needed to be put in his place, and sure, he felt bad afterwards, but me and Aimee had an idea.” The girl had been confident talking about her experience, but her voice suddenly turned shy. “That’s… that’s the message, our idea.”

Peggy picked up her pen again, “And what is it?”

“Well, we’re kinda lonely here, with only each other, and… and the Captain said those kids are really lonely, too. What if we could text them, or video call them… kinda like pen pals?” Ainsley rushed through the next section of her explanation. “Maybe they’d want to make friends with us, and wouldn’t be as lonely. We don’t have a lot of friends, either, moving so often, and maybe…”

Peggy smiled into the phone. “I think that’s a wonderful idea, Ainsley.” She didn’t even need to write anything down. “Not only will Ste-The Captain want to make that happen, I want to make that happen.”

“You do?” Ainsley asked, semi-shocked that anyone would like her idea.

“Absolutely.”

Later that night, when the doors to the elevator opened, Peggy was standing there waiting for Steve. He barely stepped into their home before she was wrapped around him, sniffing back tears. “You are a wonderful, wonderful man.”

~*~

During the thirteen weeks the Stay-at-Home order was in place, Steve didn’t take a single day off.  

He was up and out of bed before Peggy, handing out breakfast at a children’s hospital in Queens before heading down to a group home a borough over to spend the morning drawing with the kids. By lunch he was flipping burgers himself on the grill of a teen halfway house and playing basketball with the kids before heading out to another hospital to help with evening rounds and to distribute stuffed toys to a cancer ward. The next day, he did it all over again.

Some nights he was able to talk about it all. It got easier and easier to tell Peggy about the kids at the group homes and halfway houses, at the shelters and crisis centers who could see him in small groups, who could participate in games and ask him questions about the Avengers. He always stumbled talking about the kids in hospital beds, the ones who had only little wisps of hair left and bruises on their arms from having IVs and injections that got excited just by seeing a face without a mask. But some days he managed those, too.

Without fail, Peggy was there to hand him a warm cup of tea, or a beer, and wrap him in her arms and listen. She hadn’t had to pull him fully dressed out of the shower again, but she did have to force him to eat on occasion, and lull him to sleep at night with nonsensical tales that had nothing to do with viruses or quarantines.

~*~

As the restrictions lifted, Steve didn’t stop. Peggy managed to get him to agree to one day off a week, though, where more often than not he did little more than sleep.

With deliveries dwindling, Barton joined in, helping Steve organize days out in the parks for the kids at the group homes and halfway houses. They held socially distant games like potato sack races, basketball free throw contests, and played giant games of Simon Says while keeping ice cream trucks busy for hours.

Visits to children’s hospitals now included Iron Man, who spent as much time with the kids as he did with the parents and the administrations, making long lists of assistive devices they could provide for the kids and equipment updates that were badly needed to provide the best care available in the hospitals.

Pepper was kept busy by setting up no less than three new Stark foundations for children in need of prosthetics, medical assistance for families, and resources for crisis centers as soon as Tony saw the need not only existed, but was dire.

They never stopped being busy.

~*~

Peggy was snuggled into Steve’s side on the couch as they watched the evening news, the map of states with outbreaks highlighted though out the south and west.

Tony and Bruce had already started the planning for the expanding of their efforts: subcontracting the thousands on unemployment as delivery people for food and supplies all across the country, distributing tablets and toys via empty suits controlled by Jarvis in dozens of hospitals at a time, and the unveiling of the Caps Calls program where kids and teens could volunteer to be linked up with other kids and teens in children’s hospitals for video calls and texts. Ainsley and her own video chat pal, Emily, were going to be the poster kids for the program. And that meant that Steve’s schedule was already booked, zigzagging across the country to stop in wherever he could.

Steve let his head fall to hers, snuggling down and tying to draw strength from her. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.”

She reached out and thread her fingers through his, holding his hand tight. “As long as we must, my darling.” She kissed his shoulder and held him tighter. “As long as we must.”