#my bowls out and I don’t wanna pack another

[rosicheeks]

Hows your night miss Rosi?

[yeonjuns-beanie]

As It Was

warnings: 18+, weed usage, smut, unprotected sex, soulmate au(kind of), little hatefuckin before real fucking, reader is a brat, mentions of suicide, oral(f receiving, logan is an EATER), claws come out when he…, little bit of primal play, breeding kink, daddy kink, implied age gap cuz i think it’s hot, im prolly gonna write him like an animal, think that’s it!! LOL

Logan Howlett x female!reader

summary: after saving his world from extinction, wade brings home a wolverine. you feel a tether to him but can't quite figure out what it is, but logan does. as the days go by you slowly chip away at the wall between you two and things slowly return to as it was.

word count: 4.5k

title is inspired by the hozier song of the same name....

It’s been three months now and you still couldn’t figure out the pull you felt toward Logan. The moment Wade brought him through the door, Mary Puppins in hand, you felt a tie to him. Now, it was as if the Red String of Fate was punishing you for not remembering your connection with him. It was haunting, aggravating, and pushing you towards sexual frustration because no matter how much you tried to remember, your thoughts would instantly become clouded with your attraction to him. He was brooding, grumpy, and humorous when he wanted to. The stoic exterior of him was just that, a shell. You just weren’t quite sure how to crack his nut yet.

You were sat in the main room of the apartment grinding up some green to pack a morning bowl. As you were getting ready to fill the glass you heard Wade’s voice echo through the apartment.

“You always grind Aunt Mary so hard. Don’t you think she would like to be loved tenderly, sugarbear?”

“And the last time I gave you the grinder there might as well have been a whole nug in the bowl. You damn near burned half my stash.”

“You’d think living with three addicts would be fun, but it’s more like babysitting toddlers fighting to see who can ruin my day first. Spoiler: it’s everyone.”

You chuckled, slotting the bowl into the joint of the bong, and pointed at Wade with it.

“You wanna hit this or not?”

“‘Course I do. How could I pass up a wake n bake with my girl?”

Wade jogged over to you, plopping dramatically on the seat next to you. Rolling your eyes, you took the first hit letting Wade finish off the remaining smoke in the shaft. Exhaling you spoke while the smoke billowed out of your mouth.

“Wade, baby, I love you, but I’m not your girl. What about Nessa?”

Before he spoke, he had his coughing fit like clockwork. Every time, no matter the method, resulted in a cough so bad he looked like a drooling dog. It was free entertainment but you tried your hardest not to laugh out loud because every time you did, it made it worse.

You couldn’t hold it

It was like watching a court jester and when Wade finally caught his breath he was staring off at a wall in the apartment mindlessly reaching for the glass. When his hand was left fondling the air reaching nothing, you let your laugh echo through the apartment.

“You sure you want another one?”

“Just gimme the weed, gorgeous. And to answer your question. Vanessa and I are on a break of sorts, but I’m wounded that I now have lost you too. It’s cause I brought Peanut here isn’t it?”

Wade was feigning heartbreak, just busting your balls in an effort to see if you’d crack. Your relationship was always like this and that was probably why you two got along so well. Nothing was ever too serious and yet still completely vulnerable. As wild as he was, Wade was a safe space for you and for some reason this morning, you felt like sharing.

“Perhaps.”

His head whipped so fast you thought it’d fly off. Coupled with his dramatic gasp and chest grab you nearly regretted your admission.

“I knew it!”

“Will you keep it down, it’s not that serious.”

“Au contraire. This is probably the most serious thing since Blind Al ran out of Peruvian marching powder.”

Rolling your eyes, you swallowed your pride as you knew Wade wouldn’t let it go until you told him every detail possible. As much as you pretended you hated divulging this information, it was kinda nice to let out to somebody. You’d been wrestling with so many feelings since Wade brought Logan to stay with you guys and the weight of it was becoming painful.

“Well, he’s hot obviously.”

“Tell me something more interesting, we all disrespectfully gawk at the honey badger.” Wade quipped.

“The problem is I feel this weird attachment to him. Like I’ve known him before. Maybe we met before they tried their best to wipe my memory, but I can’t shake this one. I’m drawn to him but he won’t let anyone get close enough to figure that out.”

You had your own run-in with the TVA a few years ago and instead of dumping you into the void, they were nice enough to plop you in Earth-10005. You were grateful considering the stories of this barren garbage heap that Wade and Logan told you about but you couldn’t remember why they sent you here in the first place.

You had no real memory of your life before this or what you did that fucked you up so badly. It always haunted you. Maybe you were a murderer. A merciless killer and that’s why they snagged you. A similar fate to Wade’s but they decided somewhere that you weren’t equipped for the job and the TVA orphaned you to another universe.

You weren’t complaining, you loved the life that you had now you just wanted to remember the rest of you. You were roaming this universe, a husk of your former self and no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that it didn’t bother you, it did. It kept you up at night. Until Logan walked through the apartment door.

Slowly, things started to reveal themselves to you but only in a dream. You were forced to piece together your life with the shattered fragments of what your dreamscape gave you to work with. You’d wake up from the most vivid dreams only to remember one instance where you were walking down a street, the sky pouring rain in a godly attempt to cleanse you. Your hands were always coated in crimson when you looked down.

It’d come in flashes and it’d end just as fast. You were patient with yourself but a lot of times you tried to drown out the feeling with various substances. Weed being your vice of choice as alcohol made you suffer. Making you wish that an attempt of self-mutilation or the bittersweet release of dancing with death while your wrists stained the floor garnet succeeded.

They never did.

So you tried your best to make peace with your life and you were doing alright until Logan showed up. Now the universe was mocking you. Testing to see if you’d slip up and forget everything you learned.

“I think he’d like to figure you out, y/n. Do with that what you will.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Wade shrugged his shoulders handing you the bong back. As he stood up you took one last hit and left the glass piece on the table. As you exhaled, Logan’s voice pierced through the silence.

“Jesus. D’ya have to stink up the apartment with that shit? Can’t go outside?”

“Easy, peanut. The art of the wake n bake is sacred. Plus, talk to the gardener if you have requests to make, not me.”

Wade pointed to you as he wandered off into the kitchen and you reached for the bong motioning it to Logan.

“Wanna hit?”

Logan hit you with a short ‘no’ and it almost hurt your feelings. Your gaze flicked over to Wade who was mouthing to you something you couldn’t quite make out but he was pointing to Logan while doing it. Your brain spazzed for a moment before coming up with a response as you stood.

“You want coffee or something, Lo?”

“Sure, kid.”

You walked into the kitchen with Wade and started whispering to him.

“What the fuck? Of course, he comes out while I’m blowing up the house.”

“I don’t see why you’re worried, he doesn’t seem upset.”

You turned around trying your best not to look suspicious.

“Yes, the fuck he does. I’m gonna fuck this up before I even get the chance to start-”

“-You two morons know I can hear you, right?”

You hung your head in defeat finishing up the two cups before setting one in front of Logan and holding yours while you stood. The air was thick, but not uncomfortable. It just felt like everyone needed to get something off their chest and didn’t know how to start. Before you opened your mouth to speak, Wade’s voice cut you off while he sent a text message.

“Well, I’m gonna leave you lovebirds to it. I’ve got a pegging date.”

Again. Mocking you. The universe seemed to just have it out for you and apparently, today was the day of honesty. You took a seat across from Logan wondering where to direct the conversation.

“You hungry? I can make us something.”

“I’m alright kid, not too keen on stoner food in the morning.”

“Hey, I’m still a good cook when I’m cooked. I just wanted to offer.” You paused.

“Also if you have a problem with it, I’ll find a new spot. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“No need. Just giving you guys a hard time. We all have something to cope with our shit.”

You nodded knowing he was referencing his drinking habit, or problem if we were feeling honest. You left your coffee cup on the table and stood up, wanting to Irish goodbye in your own home. But you didn’t want to add any more bricks to this wall even though it felt like the silence was already doing so.

“Well, um. I’m gonna chill out for a bit in my room if you need anything.”

He hummed to let you know he heard you and you walked down the hallway to your bedroom before stopping in your tracks. Something possessed you and you had to get this out. The test was walking away and if you finished that journey into your bedroom and locked the door, nothing would be resolved. Turning on your heel, you walked back into the kitchen and faced Logan.

“Why do you hate me?”

He nearly choked on his coffee, the noise echoing in the cup.

“What?”

You sighed, trying to not feel silly about your admission.

“Why do you hate me? And if you don’t, why do you act like it? It’s so hard to get through to you and it feels like I’m talking to a fucking wall.”

“Kid-”

“And stop ‘kid’ing me! If it’s out of endearment it doesn’t feel like it.”

Your heart rate was rising and you could feel your skin getting hot. The months of pent up emotions were finally boiling over and you couldn’t stop it. You needed to know why.

“What is it then, y/n?”

“Why can’t I get through to you? Every time I try, you shut me down by being curt with me and I’m left with the same feeling as before. I can’t shake this feeling that I know you and I can’t even get close to you without you shoving me away like I have a fatal disease. So why, Logan? All I wanna know is why?”

He sighed knowing there was no easy way to escape this.

“Kid–sorry. It’s complicated. I know that feeling. I feel it too, but I know why it’s there and I don’t want to fuck it up again.”

Again?

“What do you mean again?”

Logan sighed and said nothing. Hanging his head in what you thought was shame but most definitely could be avoidance. It frustrated you even more so because why couldn’t he just talk to you?

“Here we go again, nothing?! Is it so hard to just say what this is?”

“It’s not that simple, bub.”

You scoffed and turned around to walk to your room. You needed to clear your head because it was more than apparent that a solution would not be provided for you. Logan didn’t have the courage to reveal what he knew so a walk away from him would have to suffice.

“Y/n! Where are you going?”

“I need to clear my head since obviously you don’t have the gall to tell me what the fuck is going on.”

Slipping your shoes on, you tried to move past Logan but he was blocking the doorway.

“Move.”

“Y/n. Just-”

“I said move, Logan.”

One wall after another you kept hitting, except this one was physically him. He nearly filled up the doorway and his frame was imposing. You tried to figure out how you’d slip past him but you were so heated that you were about to settle for dramatics before he moved his body just enough for you to slip past. You stared at him, looking for something in his eyes to tell you to stay but it just made you more irritated. You walked down the hallway and almost made it to the door before you felt his hand wrap around your wrist.

“Do you get a kick out of torturing me or something?”

“Sweetheart, if you just—just sit down and let me say what I need to say.”

“Oh, now you wanna fucking talk. Let go of me. I’m not in the mood to talk anymore.”

Logan’s grip on you tightened as you struggled against him and you pushed on his chest trying to get him off of you. He was stunned by your actions and so were you but you couldn’t stop. You kept pushing him away from you until he grabbed your upper arms stabilizing you but you still were pressing your hands against his chest. He was calling your name trying to calm you down but you were too lost in your emotions. You thrashed your head up, trying to plead with him silently to let you go even though you knew that was the last thing you wanted.

When your eyes met his, one of his hands cradled the back of your head and before you could register it, his lips were slotted against yours in a moment of desire and exasperation. Bated breath, fury, and sexual confusion fueled the kiss but you’d be a liar to say you didn’t enjoy this feeling. His body flesh against yours, the heat bouncing between the two of you nearly suffocating and it had only been seconds. Logan had you pressed against the wall his hands roaming the curves of your body and his knee slotted itself in between your thighs, completely caging you against him.

He pushed his knee up into the apex of your thighs applying a delicate pressure to your center. You moaned against him, your body rolling your hips into the feeling. His hands were roaming over your body in a frenzy, like if he didn’t touch you fast enough you’d disappear. Your hands wrapped into his hair, pulling on his sandy brown locks as you tried to stabilize yourself into the feeling.

Logan pulled away from you, a string of spit the only thing left connecting you two until it broke and you felt the cold air vaporize the heat on your swollen lips. You were staring at his features, locked in his gaze hoping that if you didn’t break eye contact he’d stay right here. His gruff voice broke the heady silence.

“Since you wanna be a brat and not talk anymore, I have no choice but to show you how I feel, sugar.”

Logan slid his hands down until they were underneath the swell of your ass and told you to jump. As your legs wrapped around his waist, he walked down the hallway to your room. His senses were incredibly heightened at this moment and when he breached the threshold of your room, he was intoxicated by the smell of you swirling the room.

As he laid you down on your bed, your scent wafted off of the sheets with a gentle breeze and he was soon surrounded by a nest of you and your arousal. He prowled over your body, taking you in and memorizing every inch of you, how you were restless against him, and how your lower half mindlessly moved against him in desperate need of some sort of friction.

He uttered a low growl against you as he snaked up to your neck leaving a string of hot kisses against your skin. The scruff of his beard nearly overstimulated you and had you clawing at his skin, frantic in your efforts, soft moans escaped your lips in wordless need of feeling something more.

“Don’t wanna talk but I got you whimpering for me, huh princess?”

“Lo-”

“Shh, baby. I got you.”

Logan bit your ear, pulling at the skin before he tugged at the bottom of your shirt and you lifted your back just enough so that he could slip it off of you. Your upper body was fully exposed to him as your tits pancaked on your chest. As he lowered his face back down to your body, he trailed down your skin with his nose inhaling every last inch of you. The action was so subdued in comparison to the rest of his demeanor that you got completely lost in the feeling.

As his face met your stomach, the scent of your arousal was incredibly inebriating, deluging his mind with salacity. He traced the waistband of your shorts with his nose, encasing his teeth around the elastic piece of fabric before replacing his mouth with his hands as he languidly pulled them down your legs. Tossing them across the room he looked up at you.

“You want this?”

“Please.” You mewled out.

Logan shoved his nose against your panties inhaling your scent before rubbing your bud through the fabric as he came back up your body to capture your lips in a searing kiss. He pulled your panties from your body, your slick stretching as the fabric left your messy lips. The cool air was welcomed but was soon replaced by the warmth of Logan’s mouth against your petals.

He lapped at you like a dog. A wanton primal need taking over his senses. He wanted to be enveloped in you and you in him. In every timeline, he’d claim you and this one was no different. You tangled your hands in his hair, rolling your pussy into his face as he sloppily ate you out. His hands were wrapped around your hips holding you in place as he greedily drank you in.

You could feel the spit dripping down your folds and forming a cool pool of fervour beneath your skin. Eyes rolling back in ecstasy you could feel your orgasm begin to settle in your lower stomach, heat rippling across your skin. Your moans increased in frequency but became more breathy in nature as you came closer to your high.

Logan’s hand snaked up your curves and his fingers teased your nipples, pulling and pinching at the sensitive skin as he felt your body grow more tense with desire. Dragging his calloused hands down your body one last time, he inserted a finger into your wet, libertine cavern and you sucked him in with need. The stretch of him adding a second finger pushing you right to your edge as he curled them inside of you.

“Lo- I’m gonna-”

“I know, sugar. Let it out. Lemme hear you”

He immediately put his tongue back on your clit, and let you ride out your high against his face. Your moans gained volume completely immersed in the pleasure. When the ripples of euphoria finally dwindled, you looked down at Logan and pulled him up to your face so you could kiss him. The tang of your sex was still present on his lips and it ignited something within you.

“You got too many fuckin clothes on, Daddy.”

You were breathless. Lost in a licentious rhapsody as you had him hovering over your body and when Logan paused his movements to look at you, you thought you ruined the moment. He could smell the change in you and spoke before you had the chance to apologize for nothing.

“Say it again.”

He could feel you heartbeat pounding in your chest, arousal returning to the forefront of your mind.

“Wanna see you. Feel all of you, Daddy.”

Your voice was dripping sex, his personal psychedelic. He freed himself from his beater and you palmed his bulge through his sweats. Slipping your hand past the waistband, you stroked his heavy cock.

“Lemme make you feel good.”

You were getting ready to flip your bodies over, but Logan pinned you to the bed his eyes boring through you. You felt so small underneath him, like he could do whatever he wanted to you and you’d let him. When he spoke he broke you from the trance.

“Another time, sweetheart. This is about showing you how I feel about you since my baby needs me to spell it out for her.”

Slipping out of his sweats his cock was on full display, so heavy that it didn’t have the spring to bounce against his stomach. It hung in front of him, heady and in desperate need to be inside of you. Precum and prurience leaked from his tip. Logan crawled on top of you, the tip of his cock rubbing between your folds, coating your slick across his shaft.

“Tell me what you want. Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

You squeezed around nothing, the action not going unnoticed by Logan. You mewled against him, just wanting him to ravish you in every way possible. You wanted to be marked, for everyone to see that you belonged to him but you couldn’t find the words to articulate this feeling while this sexual heat was radiating off of your bodies and numbing your mind.

Logan slowly pushed his tip into your rapt cunt before pulling it out and sliding it against your clit. The withdrawal of pleasure bringing you to your senses.

“I want you to make me yours. Wanna belong to you, Lo.”

You were wanton with need. The desire for him became nearly unbearable and it was all soon resolved as he pushed his cock past your pious walls, defiling you of any innocence you had left. You wanted to be claimed, he’d claim you. Animal instinct took over as he rocked his hips into your cunt, your walls fluttering around him in ardor. Low growls left his throat as he nipped at the skin on your neck, alternating between kissing the marks and swiping them with his tongue. He was marking you, making you his own.

It was like he couldn’t get close enough to you as he thrusted into you. His arms wrapped around your body as you fell limp to the pleasure. You felt another orgasm on the horizon and you tried your best to warn Logan by sinking your nails into his back, leaving red trails of morbid desire to mark him as yours. You didn’t realize the amount of pressure you were putting on his skin, but the groans that left him had that concern pushed to the back of your mind. Your orgasm washed over you and your pussy squeezed so tight around him that you nearly pushed him out of you. You were entranced, drunk on him and his cock, still desperate for more.

It was like he could hear your thoughts because as soon as you thought of a second round, Logan was flipping you on your hands and knees and you arched your back as he rubbed his hand along the small of it, accentuating your arch. His cock filled your sugared walls one more time and as he buried himself to the hilt. Wrapping a hand around your neck, he brought your body flesh against his.

“Gonna fuckin breed you. Never gonna forget you who belong to, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t help the preemptive squeezing of his cock at the mention of him breeding you. The thought of him filling you with all of him was grossly erotic and Logan took the chance to taunt you.

“Oh? You like that, huh? Want daddy to breed your pretty little pussy?”

You hummed, your eyes lidded as you tried to see him over your shoulder. Sweat was sticking your bodies together and you only noticed how hot it was between the two of you when he pushed your body forward, cool air hitting your back as he began to mold your cunt to the shape of his cock. His tip was kissing your cervix and repeatedly hit that spot deep inside of you that made you squirm against his body.

His thrusts were becoming sloppy, his breaths ragged and you could feel your third orgasm of the night creeping on you. Low growls complimented the whimpers that were leaving your mouth and being somewhat muffled by the fabric of your sheets. You couldn’t hold his hips against you to ensure that he stayed inside so you just whimpered out a small ‘inside’ as you felt your orgasm begin to wash over your body.

Logan wasn’t far behind, one hand resting on your hips and his other by your head steadying himself above you. Sinking his teeth into your neck, you cried out in avidity and rapture filled his veins before painting his seed across your walls. You heard a faint schwing and as you opened your eyes, you saw that his claws were extended. As you moved your hips back into him to fuck you through the rest of your high, you accidentally nicked yourself on one of his blades. He hissed against you uttering a strained ‘don’t move’ as the luxuria dissipated in his body.

As he calmed down, his claws retracted back into skin and he gently rolled you over to gaze over your features. He moved a few sweat-stricken pieces of hair off of your face and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, which was such a contrast from before. Pulling out of you he pushed himself off the bed.

“Be right back.”

Returning with a warm towel, he cleaned you up and grabbed a shirt from one of your drawers waiting for you to put it in before sliding next to you in the bed. You curled into him, tracing patterns into his chest. Looking up at him, you felt none of the tension from before in the room and you decided that this would be the time.

“So, what did you mean by ‘again’ earlier?”

Logan sighed but not out of exasperation like it was earlier, it was softer this time.

“In my world, we were together. That’s the pull you feel. But in like so many other areas in that timeline, I fucked up and I lost you. I’d rather have kept you at a distance than not have you at all, but I fucked that up too, now.”

He laughed the last bit out, a touch of humor apparent in his delivery. Sighing, you felt like something could work here between the two of you.

“Well, whenever you’re ready to tell me what happened between your timeline’s me and you, I’ll wait patiently for it. But until then, know that you’re not losing me here. I’m yours as long as you want me.”

You didn’t expect a response from him, nor did you feel like you really needed one. You wanted to relish in this moment between the two of you and soon enough sleep overtook both of your forms.

© yeonjuns-beanie '24

~Just as it was, baby Before the otherness came And I knew its name The love, the dark, the light, the flame~

[supernovafics]

𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k words

warnings: explicit language, alcohol consumption, jealous!reader, a bit of angst, fluff

summary: in which you don’t expect to feel so bothered seeing steve talk to another girl, but you do 

author's note: this was unfinished for months and i finally felt inspired to actually finish it thank god. i'm trying to slowly get back into writing stuff for this series so enjoy this for now<333

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Summer 1986

When you first heard about the party, you didn’t think too much about it because your Friday night plans were already settled. A simple movie night in your living room with Steve featuring some of the new arrivals that had just gotten to Family Video. However, you still nodded and said a quick, “Maybe I’ll check it out” to your college friend when she told you about her party and you got the address from her too out of niceness. 

It wasn’t until you half-mentioned the party to Robin as you picked through the new arrivals cart during the final hour of her and Steve’s shift that going actually became a possibility. 

“Wait, what? A party at a lake house sounds perfect. We have to go.”

Steve was quick to look up from the computer and shake his head at her words. “No way. We already have plans for the night, Robs.”

The eye roll he received in response was immediate. “You two can waste away on the couch any night you want. Tonight we should go to a party.”

You considered her words and nodded after a second. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Thank you,” She smiled at you before looking back at Steve. “And you need to remember that I’m only gonna be here for a few more weeks, so we need to do as much stupid shit as we can while I am still here.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her words. “Okay, you can’t keep using the college card like it’s an ‘I only have two weeks left to live’ card.”

“I second that,” Steve agreed. “Also, you keep making it seem like you’re going thousands of miles away. You’re only gonna be an hour away from here.”

“Yeah, well, still, things are changing,” She told you both. “And I wanna have fun before I leave.”

Fun ended up being an understatement. 

Barely an hour into the party she was drunk due to one too many cupfuls of whatever punch concoction had been thrown together and put in a big bowl in the kitchen. You and Steve shared one cup of the weirdly sweet drink and then decided to simply settle into the role of babysitting Robin. 

You both were currently lingering by a wall and watching as Robin danced with all of the other people crowded in the living room; you vaguely recognized the ABBA song playing. You made a mental note to tell her no if she came running over to you and Steve and proposed the idea of getting another drink. 

“This is your fault, you know,” Steve told you, leaning into your ear to be heard over the music. “If you didn’t mention the party to her earlier, you and I would be on the couch watching a movie and eating takeout from Third Street.” 

You gave him a sad look coupled with a pouty lip and he immediately felt bad, taking your look to heart. He quickly leaned in to apologetically kiss you. 

“Sorry,” He mumbled against your lips. 

You were smiling as he pulled away. “You’re too easy.”

He immediately rolled his eyes at you and playfully poked your side, which made you laugh. “And you’re very evil.”

“Sorry, I had to,” You said and initiated the quick kiss that time around. “Anyway, yes, I know this is my fault and I’d kill to have Third Street right now, but look how happy she is.” You gestured in the direction of where Robin was in the packed living room, dancing with all of the other people who you were convinced were at least half-drunk, but you now couldn’t see her. “Wait, shit, where did she go?” 

Steve looked around for a second too and then let out a sigh when he also couldn’t spot her. Maybe you two weren’t the best babysitters after all. 

“Okay, I’ll check upstairs and you look around down here,” You said to him. “Oh, and maybe grab some water too. She’ll probably need it sooner rather than later.” 

Steve gave you a quick nod. “Okay.” 

You checked every room upstairs and instead of finding Robin you accidentally interrupted one too many couples making out. After quickly peeking into the last room and mumbling out another “Oops, sorry,” you headed back down the stairs, hoping Steve had better luck than you. You noticed him in the kitchen, two water bottles in hand, and talking to someone who wasn’t Robin but you immediately recognized. 

Vanessa. A girl who was in one of your classes last semester and had gone on a handful of dates with Steve at the end of last year. 

It was hard to decipher what they were talking about right then, but Steve had a small smile on his face and so did she. 

You couldn’t recognize why— or maybe you just refused to admit it right then— but you felt the sudden urge to insert yourself into the conversation; sidle up next to Steve, grab his hand and wrap his arm around you, kiss his cheek or simply plant one on his mouth. Essentially mark your territory for everyone, especially Vanessa, to see. But, you were way too sober to actually consider doing any of that, so you instead looked away from him and went back to searching for Robin.

You found her moments later, sitting on the chair swing on the front porch of the house. 

“Hey, Robs, what are you doing out here?” You asked softly as you sat down next to her, trying not to move the swing too much but that proved to be a lot harder than you thought.

Robin didn’t seem to mind, though. Her eyes were closed as she shrugged at your question. “Just wanted some fresh air.”

“Makes sense,” You nodded. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Her eyes stayed shut as she answered you. “Sleepy, but at the same time I kinda wanna get another drink and dance some more.” 

“I’ll allow the dancing, but I need to be a good babysitter right now and say no more drinking.” 

She gave you a quick nod. “The logical side of me knows you’re right.” 

Things got quiet for a second and in that moment of quiet you thought about Steve and Vanessa in the kitchen. It seemed as if all your brain wanted to do right then was play that moment on repeat. You could inwardly admit that the conversation had looked completely innocent and probably quite literally meant nothing, but for some reason, it still bothered you.

“A part of me wishes I got drunk with you,” You said to Robin with a sigh and leaned back into the chair. 

She smiled at that and looked at you. “You definitely still can.” 

Before you could answer, you heard the front door open and subsequently close, and then Steve’s voice filled the brief quiet. “Good. You found her.” 

He handed one of the water bottles he was holding over to you. “I grabbed one for you too.” 

He the. placed the other bottle in Robin’s lap and she gave him a small smile. “Thanks, dingus.”  

If the circumstances were different and your thoughts weren’t confused and scattered, you would’ve shifted over a bit and made room for Steve on the small chair swing, and a random conversation would’ve played out for the next few minutes before you or he suggested leaving. But things weren’t different, so you didn’t.

Steve didn’t think too much of it, though. Instead, he simply asked, “Should we head out?”

You nodded, finally meeting his eyes. “Yeah.” 

He looked at Robin. “We’re taking you to our place, right?”

“Yes, please,” She answered, smiling. “You guys are great babysitters.”

She shut her eyes again and Steve looked at you, giving you a smile and you were quick to force one back. It was then that you could tell that he knew something was up with you because of the look he gave you in response to your forced smile, but he didn’t get to ask you what was going on because Robin was abruptly standing up and asking which way the car was. 

It wasn’t until you all were finally in Steve’s car and driving away from the party— Robin fell asleep in the backseat almost immediately— that he finally asked.

“What’s wrong?” 

You let the question linger in the air for a bit— keeping your eyes focused out the window and letting your fingers mindlessly fiddle with the zipper of your jacket— before you answered him. 

“I don’t know…” You mumbled with a shrug and then you sighed and shook your head. “Actually, I do know, but it’s dumb. It’s stupid.” 

His right hand moved off of the steering wheel and found one of yours. “You can tell me.”

You knew he was right, but that didn’t make being a thousand percent honest feel any easier in this moment. 

“Vanessa was at the party,” You ultimately said, figuring that would be the easiest way to start the conversation.

Steve nodded. “Yeah, we talked for a second.”

“Yeah, I saw,” You said and wanted to end the conversation there, but you knew that you couldn’t. “It kinda annoyed me a bit.” 

“What do you mean?” Steve asked, taking a quick look at you.

“I don’t know…” You sighed again. “Just seeing you guys talking was a little annoying, I guess.”

Things got quiet for a second, and that managed to make you get even more inside your head. Maybe Steve thought you were insane or he was even mad at you for feeling this way. This was entirely unchartered territory between you two, so you weren’t entirely sure what his reaction would be. 

“Oh,” Steve said as if he was realizing something and then smiled a bit. “You were jealous.” 

You immediately rolled your eyes. “Don’t say it like that.”

“Like what?”

You used your free hand to gesture to his face. “With that smile on your face.”

“I think it’s cute that you were jealous,” He told you, pulling your intertwined hands up to his lips so that he could kiss the back of yours.

You shook your head. “No, it’s not.”

“It really is,” Steve said and you decided not to protest him that time around, looking out the window again. 

“I love you, by the way,” He continued. “Just in case you forgot.” 

That managed to finally get a smile out of you.  

“I did forget, actually. Thank you for the reminder,” You joked and then turned to look at him. “I love you too.” 

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Guiding a half-awake Robin from the car to your and Steve’s apartment was a feat in itself, but it somehow worked out. You two helped Robin into your bed instead of letting her take the couch and then you set a glass of water and ibuprofen on the nightstand because you had a feeling she’d need it in the morning. 

You changed into your pajamas in Steve’s room, which simply consisted of a t-shirt that you had long ago stolen from Steve and a pair of shorts, and then both you and him settled into his bed. 

He had fallen asleep pretty quickly and you thought, or more so hoped, that you would find sleep easily too, but instead, you tossed and turned in bed because you couldn’t seem to shut off your mind. You weren’t entirely sure why you were still feeling a little sulky and weird about everything— Steve didn’t care and he wasn’t upset with you for feeling jealous— but there was something still nagging at the back of your head about the whole thing.

“I know what you’re thinking right now,” You heard Steve sleepily mumble after what felt like an hour of you trying but failing to force yourself to sleep but it was probably only twenty minutes. His arm circled around your waist and he pulled you back against him. “And you should stop it.” 

The fact that he could easily read your mind wasn’t surprising and it was probably the only thing that made you feel a little bit okay and made you want to at least attempt to verbalize the thoughts that had been running through your head. 

“I just hate being like this. It feels so— I don’t know…” You were then squeezing your eyes shut and pressing your face into the pillow as you admitted, “When I saw you and her talking I really wanted to just go up and kiss you in front of her, so that she knew that we’re together and you’re mine.”

“Mm, you should’ve done that,” He mumbled into your neck. “That would’ve been really hot.”  

You finally turned on your side to face him. “Shut up. I don’t know why I just admitted that, honestly. I told you this was stupid.” 

“Don't feel embarrassed about it,” He said, somehow managing to sum it all up perfectly; you were feeling embarrassed. “This happens to me all the time.” 

You laughed a little. “You don’t have to lie to try and make me feel better about how dumb I'm being.”

“I’m serious,” He told you. “Remember last Thursday when you came to Family Video during the last hour of mine and Robin’s shift?”

When you gave him a quick nod in response, he continued. “I was so annoyed watching you talk to that one guy.”

At first, you weren’t sure what guy he was talking about, but then it hit you. It had been the all too familiar situation where someone thought that you also worked at the store because you were the only one standing behind the counter since both Robin and Steve were stocking shelves. But even after you told this guy that you actually didn’t work there, he kept the conversation going and you laughed and smiled along for a bit to be nice before making up some excuse and retreating to the break room for the rest of Steve and Robin’s shift. 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You didn’t seem annoyed at all, and we didn’t even talk about it.”

“Yeah, because for like two minutes I felt jealous, but then I remembered that I’m the one you’re with and nothing could change that— especially not some random blonde guy— so…” Steve trailed off with a shrug and smile.  

As if flicking a light switch, his words changed everything for you. Once again, he was right; there was nothing that could change what you two had. 

“And just so you know,” He continued, voice soft and quiet. “I always feel embarrassed and stupid about it after it happens too.”

You were smiling as you kissed him then, closing the small bit of distance between you two and finding his lips in the darkness that consumed his room. 

“I can’t believe you’re turning out to be the rational one out of the two of us,” You joked when you pulled back from the kiss and proceeded to bury your face into his neck and completely entangle your body with his. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” He whispered back and pressed the softest kiss to your shoulder before he started to pull away from you. You immediately pouted at him in protest but he continued, pulling the blanket off of both of you and getting out of bed. “It’s only midnight. Let’s do what we were actually supposed to do tonight.”

Hearing him say that made you follow suit and get out of bed too, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Movies and Third Street?”

Steve was nodding as he walked over to you, arms slipping around your waist and pulling you close to him. “Yup.”

“That’s a great idea,” You whispered, looking up at him. “But, no funny business on the couch, though. The walls are way too thin and we’ll never hear the end of it from Robin if she hears anything.”

“Okay,” Steve said, and then proceeded to kiss your forehead and then both of your cheeks and then your neck; all of which made you softly laugh. “Sorry, just needed to get those out of the way first.”

You gave him an understanding nod that you hoped looked as serious as you wanted it to be, but there was a wide smile on your face as you spoke. “Okay, yeah, makes sense.”

He gave you one final kiss, that time against your lips, and then he was pulling away from you and heading toward his shut door. Your arms circled around him from behind as you followed him out into the living room. 

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[raspberrybesitos]

frosted cookies | husband!frankie morales x wife!reader

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Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~4.4k

Summary: You pack away an extra treat in your husband’s lunch. What happens when Frankie sees you’ve packed more than just some cookies? Cookies won’t be the only thing that’s frosted when he has his way with you.

Warnings: unprotected PIV (wrap it up y’all!!), oral (f receiving), fingering, doggy style, missionary, praise kink, three (3) spanks, cum eating, teeniest bit of soft dom!Frankie, sickening fluff, after care, pet names (querida, hermosa, baby, etc), husband!Frankie being so in love and down bad for his wife, reader speaks some Spanish, reader is female, no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N, some Spanish translations throughout.

A/N: can be read as part of the “just married” universe or a stand alone. did y’all think i forgot about a 500 follower treat?! hehehe i would never!! i’m back with a lil slice of domestic holiday bliss and smut with our guy, our husband! i’m just so down bad for Frankie, like there’s really no explaining myself. he’s everything. i want him so bad.🧎‍♀️anyway, happy Frankie friday everybody! hope y’all enjoy 🫶🏼 not beta’d, all mistakes are my own. 🏃‍♀️

Divider by @saradika

“Jesus, querida. How many cookies are you gonna bake?” Frankie asks before popping one into his mouth. “Francisco! Ya basta! (Enough) Those are for tomorrow!” You yell, smacking your husband’s hand away from getting anymore cookies.

After tomorrow, you and Frankie are off for 10 days. The stress and anticipation of the festivities and just spending uninterrupted time together energizes you to work rapidly. You’ve been baking all day for your office’s Christmas party, whipping up an array of cookies and packaging them up to give out to your coworkers.

 Flour, powdered sugar, and icing bags are scattered throughout the counter. A bowl of icing sitting in the middle of the island and cookie cutters next to 3 trays of cookies. Powdered sugar coats your hands and icing splattered across your apron.

“Lo siento, bebita, (I'm sorry, baby girl)” he says through a muffled mouthful of cookie, rubbing circles on your lower back while he peppers kisses to your shoulder.

“I have to make sure there’s enough for everyone. 50 is good right? The whole office will be there, and I don’t want anyone to feel left out,” you ramble as you roll out the last batch of dough in between parchment paper. Frankie rubs up and down your arms as you cut them into shapes.

“50 is plenty, baby. You work too hard, mi amor. Is this the last batch?”

“Yeah, I’ll finally be done after this one comes out the oven,” you say as you place them onto the cookie sheet.

“Good. You need to rest, and I wanna have my wife to myself.” You turn around in his embrace and wrap your arms around his neck. “You sure no one will feel left out?”

A small gentle smile splays on his lips as he readjusts his grip on your hips. “No one will feel left out, baby. I promise. And if they do, then fuck ‘em. They don’t know how hard you work, or how kind you truly are,” he softly says. A relieved smile creeps onto your face as a toothy grin appears on his. He places a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips, you getting lost in him as the taste of him mixes with the sugary cookie he’d just eaten. Both of you sighing into one another, never getting enough of each other.

The oven timer dings, startling the both of you and breaking the kiss as you jump back a bit. The two of you giggling like a pair of children, Frankie places one last chaste kiss to your lips as you head to the oven. Feeling a playful swat to your ass, you turn around and playfully scold your husband as you remove the cookies out of the oven - the aroma of sugar and spice filling the air.

“How long’s this last batch gonna take, mi vida?” Frankie asks as you place the final batch of cookies in the oven. “Only 15 minutes, mi amor. Tener paciencia (have patience),” you say through a fit of giggles, laughing at your husband’s impatience. He scoffs, rolling his eyes as you stride towards him. Pulling him in for another kiss, his hands freely roam down to your ass, giving it a playful squeeze. Laughing into him, you pull away as you bark out a belly laugh, your husband mirroring you.

“Could you help me clean up, please baby? The faster we clean, the faster I’m all yours,” you taunt. “Of course, mi vida, you don’t even have to ask. Although, the incentive is nice,” he says with a smirk. The two of you swiftly maneuver throughout the kitchen while the cookies bake. Frankie clearing the counter as you wipe it down, and washing and drying dishes together - working in tandem to tidy up your kitchen. The oven timer dings once more, Frankie washing and drying the remaining dishes as you remove the last batch and set them on the cooling rack. As you remove your oven mitts, Frankie tosses the dish rag onto the counter and swoops behind you, engulfing you in his broad, taut arms while he litters kisses along your neck.

“All done, mi amor?” He asks against your skin, his mustache tickling you along with his eagerness, eliciting a laugh from you. “All done, mi amor,” you laugh, wrapping your arm around his neck to twirl the curls at the nape of his neck. “Vamos, mi esposa,” he says, whisking you away and up the stairs.

Laughter bubbling over the two of you as you rush up the stairs.

After tomorrow, it’s 10 days of this - uninterrupted bliss with each other.

Frankie plops down on the chair, groaning as time ticks by agonizingly slow. He runs a hand over his face, his wedding ring making contact with his cheek reminds him of you - just 4 more hours until he’s home with you.

Cracking open his lunchbox, he smiles as he spots the usual yellow sticky note that you pack in his lunch which lay atop some of the freshly baked cookies that you made last night. Picking it up, he reads the note:

“Enjoy your lunch, mi esposo hermoso. Can’t wait for you to frost my cookie when you get home ;)

-Con amor, su esposa”

Beneath it, a polaroid of you dressed in a crimson red babydoll with white fur lining the bust. It leaves little to the imagination as you display your breasts to the camera, a coy smile on your lips as white frosting runs down your lips and onto your chin, teasingly biting into one of the cookies you baked.

His breath hitches in his throat, eyes widening as he takes in your form. He’s hard as a fucking rock, his lunch now completely forgotten.

“‘S matter, boss? Wife forget to pack your juice or something?” A stupid rookie asks, laughing too hard at his own joke as he creeps up behind Frankie to catch a glimpse inside his lunchbox. Frankie immediately drops the polaroid back inside and flips the lid closed before the rookie can see it.

“Shut the hell up, Daniel,” Frankie grumbles as he rises to his feet, stomping out of the break room and into his tiny, cluttered office. He typically eats lunch here, wanting to get away from the fumes that permeate the shop, but the anticipation of your time off together made him antsy - seeking out a place without constant reminders of you as the day drags on.

That did absolutely nothing. Your boudoir polaroid having made his day better and worse simultaneously. You looked nothing short of a dream, but now his impatience is getting the better of him as his mind wanders to all the things he plans to do to you tonight. He groans, his cock still half hard as he unravels his lunch. He huffs sticking the polaroid in his wallet, aggressively nibbling at his lunch.

Could this day go by any slower?

He opens the door, tossing his keys into the bowl as he shuts and locks it. Trudging inside, he toes off his boots, pushing them to the side as he takes in your fully decorated home. His heart swells at the sight, knowing you were off work early today after your office party. Meaning you probably spent the entire afternoon decorating.

Garlands adorn every wall, the tree now fully decorated and the Christmas village sits atop the mantle. Twinkling lights warmly illuminate the room. The sprig of mistletoe hangs above the entryway to the kitchen, the smell of dinner and more baked goods permeating through the air mingling with the fresh pine scent of the tree.

You’ve gone full Christmas-mode and he can’t get enough of your domesticity - your ability to make every single thing you touch feel like home.

“Frankie?!” You yell faintly from the kitchen.

“Hermosa, I’m home!” He shouts as he shrugs off his brown utility jacket. Footsteps bound from the kitchen and into the hall. There you stand, in all your domestic glory with your apron around your front and a bit of flour on your cheek. 

You beam at him, happy your husband is finally home for the week. Your office is closed and so is the shop for the following week and then some for the holiday, now you have him all to yourself for the next 10 days. Practically flinging yourself into his arms, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a searing kiss. He laughs at your eagerness, his cock twitching in his pants as you tug him closer by his soft curls, deepening the kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, a soft moan escaping you and into Frankie.

It’s unclear who breaks the kiss first, but the both of you are heaving, panting for air. The smile returning to your face, a smug look appearing on your husband’s face. 

“Hi, baby. I missed you.” Your hands snake up his chest and you remove his cap from his head, setting it on the table by the door, carding your fingers through his hair. His smile softens, eyes gleaming with love. “Hi, mi amor. I missed you too. I see you got up to some stuff while I was gone,” he says, swirling circles on your lower back. You giggle, knowing you can be a bit elaborate when it comes to decorating.

“‘S not too much?” You ask. He quickly shakes his head. “Never, mi amor,” he nearly whispers, reassuring you before capturing your lips in another kiss. Walking you backwards into the kitchen, he presses you up against the kitchen counter, catching a whiff of something baking in the oven again.

He pulls back, forehead resting against yours as he swipes away the flour that’s smudged on your cheek. “You’re still baking, mi vida? I thought you were finished,” he asks. “I am, but I wanted to make you something, a treat to celebrate our vacation,” you ramble. A chuckle rumbles in his sturdy chest.

“Got the most delicious treat right here,” he tsks, you chuckle rolling your eyes at his cheesiness as butterflies erupt in your belly. His hardening length presses against your core as he dives in to litter your neck with kisses. “Even got a picture to prove it,” he rasps against you. A small gasp escapes you.

So he did see the picture.

“Oh really? Can I see this picture, amor?” Your voice breathy and titillating, feigning oblivion as a smirk plastered on your face while he sucks on your neck.

“I’m sure you know what it looks like. In fact, you’re gonna let me recreate it with the real thing, baby.” His voice low and husky now as his clothed, hard cock ruts into you.

A wave of arousal pools in your panties. “I am?” You breathlessly ask, still keeping up the innocent act.

“Mhmm. Gonna be covered in me. Isn’t that what you wanted, princesa? Huh? You couldn’t wait for me to get home and frost your cookie, hermosa?” He asks as his lips ghost over yours now, emphasizing the reference to the note you’d put in his lunchbox this morning. You snort, eyes shutting as heat courses through your veins as he quotes the note, and warmth blooming in your belly.

A light smack to your thigh reels you back in, eyes flying open. His eyes filled with lust, pupils darkening. Your eyes glossy and hazy, feeling tipsy just off his embrace, his words.

“Y-yes, Frankie. ‘S what I wanted - want. Want you s-so bad, mi amor,” you mumble against his ear as he resumes peppering kisses along your chest. Humming against you, your words going straight to his cock, which you feel as he presses into your core a bit harder.

“Want you so bad, too, princesa. Been wanting you all day. Y’know how hard it was to keep it together seeing that picture of you? Look so fucking sexy, fuck. Had to stop myself from cumming in my jeans like a fucking teenager,” he mutters into your ear. You giggle, taking great joy in knowing your husband wants you just as bad as you do, maybe even more.

He bites down on your earlobe, your giggles quickly dissipating into a moan. “But what you did today was so bad, mi vida. Distracted me all fucking day from work, could barely concentrate. I think you just made it on the naughty list. What do you think, baby? Are you naughty or nice?”

“N-nice. Nice, baby,” you whimper as Frankie unties your apron and smoothly tosses it on the counter. 

“Mmmm, you sure about that? You gonna be a nice, good girl for me and let me have my way with you?” You furiously nod, your neediness growing into an impatient monster. 

He laughs at your eagerness, relishing in how needy you are for him. “Come on, princesa. Show me how good you are,” he rasps before releasing you from his grasp, grabbing your hand as you two stumble out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Excitement stirring within you as he leads you to your room.

Frankie flings the door open, eagerly bringing you into his embrace again. He cups your cheeks, leaning in as his lips engulf yours in a messy, heated kiss. It’s all tongue as teeth gnash together, moans flying out from both of you while you strip each other down. Frankie groans as he discards your bra onto the floor. You can’t help the moan that escapes you as you shuck off your husband’s briefs, his hard cock springing free, weeping and red.

“On the bed, hermosa,” he demands, his timbre husky and low. You scramble onto the bed, laying on your back, displaying yourself for your husband. “Spread your legs.”

Your brain on autopilot, operating as if Frankie has a remote to control your actions.

Legs spread, the cool air of the room hits your sopping core, a shiver running down your spine. Frankie licks his lips, pupils blown black and wide swirling with lust. He stalks towards you, laying down and settling himself in front of your aching pussy. He grabs your thighs, placing them on either side of his head. The frigidity of his wedding band burning into your skin, contrasting the blaze that burns from within you as you anticipate your husband’s next move.

You pant as the excitement transforms into a forest fire within your core, Frankie so close to where you desperately need him. He presses firm kisses to your thighs, your breath catching in your throat again. Kissing and nipping at your thighs, your neediness causes your hips to involuntarily buck into Frankie - his nose catching on your clit for a split second. A shocking loud moan escapes you as Frankie pushes you back down on the bed.

“Just like you told me last night, mi vida. And like how I had to tell myself after what you pulled this afternoon: tener paciencia,” he practically growls against your thighs. You whine as his teasing resumes. You know this is payback for the polaroid, making him wait all day for some relief. Your husband is the most patient man you know, even when he wants nothing more than to take you any chance he can get.

His desire for you though, constantly burning, so you know this must be killing him too. However, the sweet revenge of seeing you fall apart and writhe under him, begging him to do something is the most delicious reward.

“Frankie,” you desperately sigh, eyes closing as he presses kisses to your mound. “When have I ever not given you what you wanted? Hmm, baby?” He asks against your core, your eyes opening and to lock with his gaze. “Never, mi amor,” you nearly whisper, it comes out much more rushed than intended.

“Tranquila, mi vida. I’m gonna take care of you and this pretty pussy. I got you, baby,” he says with one last kiss to your thigh. Without preamble, he licks a long, languid stripe up your folds. A relieved moan tumbling from your lips as you bury your head further into the pillow. He repetitiously licks up your glistening core, your clit throbbing for some attention. Your husband knows your body like the back of his hand, as if he can read your mind.

He flicks your precious pearl with a steady rhythm, wrapping his lips around it. You twitch underneath him, eyes heavy and glazed.

“Oh fuck, Frankie!” You keen as your hands fly to tug on his hair, his rhythmic, skilled tongue bringing you closer to the edge. Your weeping cunt clenches around nothing as a wave of slick seeps from your hole. He snakes a hand up to cup your breast, flicking and suckling your clit as he rolls your nipple in between his thick, calloused fingers, alternating breasts. Your breathing is ragged as you moan, Frankie groaning and humming into you. The vibrations rumbling from within him launching you higher into your climax, teetering on lift off.

“Feels s-so f-fucking good, Frankie. Always s-so fucking g-good,” you babble. He pulls away for a second, his chin coated in your slick. “Come on, baby. Know you’re close. Let go, hermosa,” he rasps right above your swollen cunt. He dives back in, moving his hand from your breast to your entrance, two fingers sliding home with the amount of slick pouring from you.

A sharp gasp escapes you, eyes rolling back at the welcomed intrusion as Frankie rapidly and steadily alternates between sucking and flicking your clit. His fingers hitting that spongy spot only his fingers and cock can reach. The coil in your belly snaps as you’re launched into your orgasm, stars appearing behind your eyes as your vision blurs white hot.

Frankie helps you ride out your high as you scream and writhe beneath him, lapping up every last drop of slick gushing from your throbbing pussy. Desperately trying not to rut his hips into the mattress, he groans at the sweet, tangy taste of you that he can never get enough of. Your thighs tremble as you slowly return back to Earth, whimpering as Frankie presses soft kisses to your thighs.

“Did so good for me, baby. Always so fucking good for me,” he hushes you, peppering kisses up your body.

You fight to keep your eyes open, catching sight of your husband soaked in your release as his mustache and patchy beard gleams in the warm glow of the bedroom.

Pulling him down, you connect your lips with his, both of you moaning into one another. Wrapping your arms around his broad, strong shoulders as you tug on his curls. His mouth licking into yours, letting you taste your sweet slick on your tongue. Sweet and heady, the kiss melds into something sinful as you feel Frankie’s hard, leaking cock rubs right above your core. Precum smearing on your belly, Frankie pulls back and moans at the friction.

“Not done with you yet, querida,” he says gruffly as he lifts himself off you. “Turn around,” he demands. You recognize that tone: he’s gonna have his way with you tonight. A shiver runs down your spine as a new rush of arousal burns brightly in your core. You swiftly lay on your stomach.

“On your knees, baby.” His voice husky and firm. You readjust yourself and settle on your knees, balancing yourself on your forearms. Feeling the mattress dip behind you, another spark of arousal jolts in your pussy, your belly warm and full of anticipation. You can hear Frankie pumping himself in his fist as he lines his hips up with yours.

“See, you can be a good girl. Knew you could do it, mi vida.” You moan at his praise. His large hands caress your ass, engulfing your cheeks in each hand, admiring the view. You teasingly wiggle your ass, Frankie-drunk giggles bubbling over your lips and spilling into the pillow. A smack comes down on your ass, the sting of it making your pussy throb. Moaning as you turn your head to the side, locking eyes with Frankie.

His chocolate irises invisible, eyes completely darkened and filled to the brim with lust.

“Don’t start.” You nod, drool pooling under your mouth, your patience wearing thin. “Be good, baby,” he rasps as he lines his cock up with your entrance. His tip prodding your aching hole, as one of his hands rests on your ass. He slowly slides in, taking his time bottoming out. Both of you moaning in tandem as his cock splits you open, the sting blurring the lines of pain and pleasure. You squeeze around him as he fully sheathes himself inside you, never fully getting used to his size despite being married to him now.

“Alright, baby. Alright, baby,” He hisses, roughly kneading your ass. “Come on now. Relax, baby. I got you,” he calmly whispers. You feel yourself relax, unclenching and releasing him from your vice grip. “There we go. Good girl,” he says as he leans down to press a kiss behind the shell of your ear.

He slowly slides out from you, nearly pulling out all the way until he slams his hips back into yours. His cock punching your cervix.

“Frankie!” You gasp, moaning as you grip the sheets. He repeats the motion, grunting as he cants his hips. “Tightest, sweetest fucking pussy ever. Fuck, always feel so fucking good, baby. You were made for me, made to take my cock. Huh, querida?” He asks, breathing ragged as he fucks in and out of you. You nod and moan in agreement, words escaping you as he brings you close to your second orgasm. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to slowly creep up on you, still reeling from the sensitivity of your previous one.

Another smack hits your ass, clenching around him in your tight heat. You love when Frankie gets a bit rough with you.

“Words, querida. Come on, you were doing so good,” he taunts. You swallow through your moans, unaware of the desperate tears of pleasure that were pooling in your eyes.

“Y-yes, baby. Made for you, made for your cock. S-so fucking good to me, Frankie. L-luckiest girl in the w-world,” you babble. You feel him twitch inside you before he pulls out.

Whining at the loss of your husband’s cock, you’re suddenly being flipped on your back. Before you can give what’s happening a second thought, Frankie slides back into you. Your calves pressed against his strong chest, your ankles resting atop his taut shoulders as he bends you in half. His pace rapidly picking up, his thrusts growing sloppy.

“‘S right, baby. Made for me. I’m the luckiest man in the world, querida. Won the wife lottery,” he rasps lowly, pressing a kiss to your calf.

The love you have for this man is overwhelming. His existence constantly gracing your mind, his unwavering support, his unconditional love, never feeling like you’re not enough for him, his kindness, his patience, how gentle he is with you even when he’s roughing you up.

“Eres la esposa más hermosa y perfecta del mundo. (You're the most beautiful and perfect wife in the world) So lucky to call you my wife, baby,” he grunts, punctuating each word with his thrusts. His sweet words toss you over the edge, fat tears of euphoria and love cascade down your cheeks as you scream his name.

An endless stream of slick seeps from your cunt, coating Frankie in your release. The squelching sound filling the air mixed with pants and moans is sinful, obscene.

“Fuck yes, baby. Give it to me, all of it. Soak my cock, querida. So fucking good - you, this pussy, our life, fuck yes,” he babbles. You mindlessly move your legs from his hold to wrap around his middle, bringing him in closer as you ride out your high.

“Love you so much, Frankie. Best husband in the world, come on, mi amor. Cum for me, need your cum,” you whine, giving him one last good squeeze. Frankie fills you up with half his load before pulling out and coating your mound in his cum. Endless moans streaming from you both. Frankie cums for a long time. 

The picture really did a number on him.

Ropes of his spend coats your sex and your belly. Unable to control yourself, you reach down and swipe two fingers through his cum and lick them clean. Relishing the delicious, salty taste of your husband. Frankie groans as he sees you suck your fingers clean, gathering cum on his fingers and stuffing it back into your cunt. You moan around your fingers at the feeling of his thick, long fingers stuffing you full of his cum.

Releasing your fingers with a pop, Frankie pounces on you - his fingers brushing against your lips, prying your mouth open. You suck them into your mouth, an animalistic groan rumbling from within you as you taste the combination of you two. He removes his fingers, adjusting himself to pin you down, caging you in between his large biceps.

He dives in for a kiss, it’s slower - savoring the taste of you and him on your tongue as he soaks in the love which radiates off your body and into his soul. “Love you so much, mi vida. Para siempre (Always),” he whispers against your lips. You cup his cheeks, a soft smile on your lips as your eyes glimmer with contentment and love.

“Para siempre,” you repeat. Another firm, lingering kiss is pressed to your lips before he rises to his feet, padding to your shared bathroom. The faucet turns on, your usual routine of aftercare beginning. Frankie returns with the warm rag, gently cleaning you up.

“Frosted your cookie pretty good, huh?” He asks with a smirk on his lips, curls in disarray.

You bark out a belly laugh, unable to control your laughter at your husband’s stupid joke.

“Francisco!” You squeal. Frankie tsks and rolls his eyes. “Oh after all the shit we just did, that’s where you draw the line?!” He playfully asks, a toothy grin on his face.

“No, I just thought you forgot about that stupid note!” You say through your laughter, Frankie bursting into a fit of giggles with you. “Wasn’t stupid, and how could I ever forget that and that picture?” He asks as he continues to clean you up.

“Speaking of, I’m not even gonna question when and how you took that picture, but next time, I’m helping you,” he says as he rises up and walks back into the bathroom to discard the rag into the laundry basket. “Whatever you say, mi amor,” you tease from the bed.

He returns, playfully pouncing on the bed beside you. Another fit of giggles erupts from you.

“That’s right, baby. Whatever I say,” he says with a wink and a smile, interlacing your fingers with his - toying with your wedding ring as he places a chaste kiss to your lips before saddling up beside you.

i love husband!Frankie sm 😫😔

wrote this on a bit of a whim, i had no idea what i wanted to do, i just knew i wanted to write a lil christmasy somethin-somethin for y'all 🩷

i hope y'all enjoyed!!! thank you for reading 🫶🏼

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[babydollmarauders]

I absolutely love the el!hughes series can you do a blurb of Jack and the team/ Hughes family finding out reader is in labor if not that is totally ok. Have a great day!!

i wasn’t sure how to write the devils finding out y/n is in labor because i already kinda knew how jack would find out and it didn’t match up with the team finding out, so i apologize and i hope you still like this! i might write another blurb in third person pov with the devils on call with jack and finding out!

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i wasn’t even awake yet when my water broke. in fact, i woke up on wet sheets and to dull pain in my back and lower abdomen.

the baby isn’t due for another week, so immediately i assume that it’s braxton hicks contractions and that i accidentally peed myself while i slept, as i’ve heard it can happen to pregnant women.

i rise from the bed, deep breathing through my pain as i change the bed sheets, just glad Jack was at morning skate and wouldn’t be privy to my embarrassment.

padding down the hallway, i throw the old sheets in the washer before making my way back to Jack and i’s room and into the en suite bathroom. turning the shower water on warm, i strip my pajamas, determined to power through the pain.

it’s not long into my shower that i hear Jack enter the bathroom, obviously home from morning skate.

“hey, how was skate?” i ask him through glass shower walls while i rinse the conditioner out of my hair.

“it was good. i think we’ve got a high chance of beating them tonight.” he tells me. through the foggy glass i can see him sit on the bathroom counter top, not an unusual occurrence, as Jack often sits in here and converses with me while i shower.

“mother of hell!” i curse, grabbing at my bump as i hunch over in pain.

“woah, you okay? what’s wrong?” Jack jumps off the counter when i don’t respond, ripping the shower door open to look at me.

“it’s just braxton hicks. i’m fine, i just need to drink some water and put my feet up.” i tell him, turning off the shower water. he hands me my towel as i step out and holds me by my arm as i walk into our bedroom.

“are you sure? maybe we should go to the hospital.” he’s panicked, his words fast.

“seriously, Jacky, i’m okay. it’s my body, i think i would know if i was in labor.”

i get dressed as normal, Jack watching me worriedly as i do so, before making my way to the kitchen to eat some breakfast.

in the midst of pouring my cereal, the pain gets worse, and it’s at this moment when i decide that maybe i’m wrong. the pains aren’t as spaced out anymore, it’s possible i could be in labor. maybe it was actually my water breaking and i didn’t wet the bed. however, i refuse to go to the hospital before i can eat.

sitting at the table, i call out to my husband in between bites.

“Jack?”

“yeah, babe?” he’s sitting on the couch with Luke, watching Top Gun when he replies, his eyes never even leaving the screen.

“you should call your mom.” i tell him.

“hmm? why?” he keeps the same distracted tone, never looking away from the movie.

“because i’m in labor.”

“oh okay.” i can’t help but laugh, he obviously didn’t hear me or wasn’t paying enough attention. but Luke definitely did because he suddenly sits up straight on the couch, his head snapping to look over at me as he smacks Jack on the chest.

“ow, what?” Jack groans, finally tearing his eyes from the tv to look at his brother.

“you wanna ask your wife to repeat what she just said? because you obviously weren’t listening.” Luke says, nodding over to me. Jack turns to look at me as i shovel the last bite into my mouth.

“sorry, babe. what did you say?”

“i said you should call your mom.” i respond.

“yeah, i heard that. but, why?” he furrows his brows at me as i put my bowl in the sink, rinsing it out.

“because i’m in labor.” i repeat. his eyes grow wide as he shoots up from the couch.

“oh my god. do we have everything? did we even finish packing the hospital bag? we’re having a baby, holy shit.”

i’m about to speak up, but Luke beats me to it.

“bro, calm the fuck down! just take Lovie to the hospital. if there’s anything missing from the bag, i can bring it. just go!”

Jack nods, ushering me towards the front door as he grabs the hospital bag from our bedroom.

it doesn’t even seem like he’s calmed down once we arrive to the hospital. we sit in the waiting room for no longer than fifteen minutes before getting taken back to a private room. doctors and nurses rotate out of the room for a good hour before we’re finally able to relax.

“i should probably call my parents now? right?” he asks, sitting down on a small couch in the room. i nod, breathing through a contraction.

he calls Ellen. the phone rings a few times before the call connects and Jack switches it onto speaker.

“hey, sweetheart! you ready for your game?” she asks him.

“oh shit, i still need to call coach.” he looks over at me like a deer in headlights.

“what, honey? what do you mean?” Ellen chimes over the phone.

“uh, Lovie’s in labor, mom.”

“what?! i told your dad we should’ve come this week instead of next!” she chides. “how is y/n feeling? are you guys at the hospital yet?”

“she’s-” Jack looks back over to asses me and i give him a thumbs up. “good. she says she’s fine. yeah, we got here about an hour ago.”

“okay! i’m glad she’s feeling okay! your dad and i will be on the next flight we can get out there!”

“okay. i’ll see you then, mom. i gotta let coach know i can’t play tonight, so i gotta go.”

“okay, bye honey! see you as soon as i can!”

Jack sighs after he hangs up, holding his head in his hands.

“we’re gonna be parents.”

[cariantha]

In a Mood

Book: Open Heart, Book 3 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Warning: Mention of pregnancy Category: Grumpy/Sunshine; Angst Word count: 1.3K Prompt: From @kyra75, “Sunshine is humming and singing constantly, while grumpy at best just tolerates it quietly.” A/N: This is a prequel to their proposal fic.💍Hope you don’t mind, Kyra, but I reversed the grumpy/sunshine roles.🤭

Ethan stepped out of the high-end jewelry store, twirling his keys around his finger and sporting an uncontrollable grin. He whistled a happy, upbeat tune as he walked down the block to where he had parallel parked. Settling into the leather seat of his Jaguar, he started the ignition and cranked up the stereo. Safely merged into traffic, his fingers drummed to the classic rock beat as he sang along. “l said, are you gonna be my girl… 🎵🎶🎵… I say you look so fine that I really wanna make you mine… 🎵🎶🎵”

Sawyer woke on the wrong side of the bed. Maybe because it wasn’t the comfy bed she became accustomed to. She’d been sleeping in Ethan’s for the better part of the past year but stayed at her apartment last night to start packing. Her lease ended in a couple of months, and despite Ethan’s offers to pay the penalty for breaking the lease early to encourage her to move in with him, Sawyer insisted on keeping her room until after her board exams. The six-foot-four, blue-eyed sex machine was too great a distraction when she needed to hunker down and study. 

Shuffling down the hall and into the kitchen, she found Sienna balancing a mixing bowl on her hip while she swayed back and forth, singing a Taylor Swift hit. When Sienna noticed her, she shoved a batter-coated spoon into Sawyer's face, suggesting she take over lead vocals, but Sawyer shook her head and grumbled. “Sorry, Sienna. I’m not awake enough for the Eras tour.”

The day continued in the same irritable fashion. She was fifteen seconds late catching the T. While she waited for the next one to arrive, a street musician embarrassingly circled and serenaded her with “The Lady in Red,” making her wish she had picked a different color jacket this morning.

Later, she watched from the gallery as Bryce led his first heart-lung transplant. He bobbed his head and lip-synced to a mix of 90’s alternative rock playing through the operating room’s speaker system. The intro to “Bring Me to Life” by Evanescence began to play. 

“Ohhh yeah,” Bryce hyped and looked to the gallery. “Brooks! It’s our song. Sing with me!” 

Not one to usually shy away from some lighthearted fun, Sawyer just couldn’t get past her funk this morning. “I’m good, buddy.” 

After a couple more headbangers, Sawyer wished him luck on the rest of the procedure and went back to work. 

That afternoon, Ethan suggested a walk to Derry’s Roasters. On the way, he began to whistle a chirpy tune. It was familiar, probably a melody from one of the arias from the opera they attended a few nights ago. “Ugh, not you, too,” she muttered. Ethan wasn’t usually a whistling and humming guy, but something was definitely in the air today, and she seemed to be allergic to whatever it was. 

“Did you say something?” Ethan asked. 

“It was nothing.” 

The annoying merriment continued into the evening hours. Music sounded from the Bluetooth speaker in the kitchen as her man prepared dinner. It wasn’t loud, but he sang along with the lyrics. Ethan Ramsey was singing! It should have brought a huge smile to her face and forced her into a fit of laughter, but for reasons she could not explain, it grated on her. 

She fake-smiled her way through dinner, not wanting to project her foul mood on her disgustingly happy boyfriend. When Ethan hopped in the shower and started humming another melody, Sawyer grabbed her phone and headed to the balcony. She texted her best friend, hoping Christian would allow her to vent.  

A couple of days had passed since her text exchange with Christian. Saywer’s moodiness was at an all-time high, though she tried to curb it, especially around Ethan. He had been so sweet the past several days and had done nothing to deserve her bite. 

Hoping a jog would burn off some of the negative energy, Sawyer headed to the waterfront. As she ran along the boardwalk, she made a mental note to shop for a new sports bra because this one felt like it was lacking support. With every pound of the pavement, her breasts ached. Midway through her route, she had to stop for a breather, her body heavy with an unusual fatigue. 

When another female jogger pushing a stroller passed and politely waved, a potentially life-altering thought occurred to her. One that detoured her to the pharmacy on the way back to Ethan’s apartment. 

Sawyer heard his happy tune when he entered the apartment later that evening. Finding her in the kitchen prepping dinner, Ethan greeted her with a “Hi” and kissed her temple. “I’ll be right back,” he said. 

As he put his things away and changed into more comfortable clothes, Sawyer could hear the song he whistled on his lips getting louder as he returned to the kitchen.

Even if she found his carefree mood annoying lately, she couldn’t deny him his happiness. Her heart hurt knowing there was an excellent chance he wouldn't be humming or whistling much in the days to come. Because Ethan Ramsey didn't see kids in his future. He said as much two and a half years ago. When she had asked him the question, the fMRI scan of his brain confirmed it.

Ethan stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her from neck to cheek. He greeted her with a proper kiss when she turned her face toward him. "How was your day off, baby?" he asked.

Baby. 

Sawyer hesitated before answering. With his hand splayed over her stomach, she wanted to say, "It was shocking, and I'm terrified to tell you because it's going to change everything." 

Instead, she shrugged and answered with a deceiving truth. "I went for a jog, ran some errands, and waited for test results."

Ethan kissed her temple again and gently moved her to the side to take over dinner prep. "Stop stressing over those test results, Rookie. You've got nothing to worry about."

Sawyer stepped behind him to hide the mist gathering in her eyes. She squeezed him around the waist, and to herself, she said, "Please let that be true."  

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Duff 10

Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, manipulation, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥

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Every girl’s dream is to be swept off their feet. Curtis has all but bowled you over. He’s a whirlwind, tossing you around like a storm, never quite able to get your balance.

That day is no different than the one before.  Once more, you find yourself at his mercy.

Your lashes flutter up at the billowing clouds as soft breaths escape your lips. A low moan slips free and your hands ball around the soft blanket beneath you. A growl rolls through your core as Curtis’ hand crawls up over your stomach.

You peek down at the bulge of his head beneath your skirt. You’re consumed by his touch, by his fervent affection. You can hardly recall how it got to this. How you so quickly folded to his will.

His other hand stretches along the outside of your thigh and he pushes your leg against his head. He hums as he laps at you eagerly, toying with you, wrapping you around his tongue as he chases you closer to the edge. Your eyes roll back, your back arches, and your nerves scatter in a sudden eruption.

Your hips twitch as you cum. You tilt your pelvis as you ride out the high and he eases you down with the slow swirl of his tongue. He purrs as he tastes your delight, basking in it as he lingers under your skirt. His hand lazily kneads your chest and his breath clouds beneath the tent of fabric.

He raises his head and the skirt falls away, exposing your warmth to the cool air. He drags his hand down to your stomach and you flinch. He lifts himself as he licks his lips, breathless as he wipes the rough stubble around his mouth. Another deep rumble rises in his chest.

“Hey, bunny,” he smirks as he sits back on his heels, “you doin’ good?”

You prop yourself up on your elbows, dizzy and sleepy from the sun and his affection. You nod as your arms shake and you hang your head back as you try to catch your breath. He gives an amused cluck and pulls down your skirt, covering your thighs as he raises himself on his knees.

“I’ll hold onto these,” he scoops up your panties from the blanket and bunches them in his fist.

“Curtis,” you shove yourself up, “no–”

“It’s fine, baby, our little secret,” he tucks them into his pocket as you push your legs together. 

He looks around and grabs the bottle of wine, putting it back in the basket. You can only watch as he starts to pack up. Is that all? He brought you out here for that and now what? You go home and wait until the next time he wants some fun?

“We’ll get this all tidied up and then have our walk. I wanna show you my favourite spot up here,” he says.

You nod and fight to get to your knees. Your whole body buzzes in the afterglow of his touch. A sliver of guilt trickles in as you’re reminded of your previous wariness. He’s done all this for you and hasn’t asked for anything in return. 

You help wrap up the leftovers and set them inside the basket. He offers his hand as you try to stand and you let him lift you up. The effortlessness of his strength both amazes and frightens you. He’s much stronger than you expect.

You take one side of the blanket and he takes the other. You fold it up and place it over the basket. He takes the remnants of the picnic to the car as you sway listlessly in the field, watching a bird on the horizon.

“Come on,” he grabs your hand and pulls you forward, “river’s this way.”

You let him guide you across the plain and towards the sparse treeline. The scatter of trees is deceptive. A whole forest emerges past the initial speckling of thin trunks. Your heart flips as you wonder how he knows about this place. You shrug off the curiosity; you’re no hiker so you suppose you just never had reason to seek these things out.

You admire the full white petals and the tall willow reeds. The air smells rich and vibrant, like cedar and pollen. Curtis’s certainty reassures you as you get deeper and deeper. You hear the steady ripple ahead and a sudden dampness nips at your cheeks. You come in sight of the river as he finally stops you.

“Wow,” you peer into the clear water, the silt beneath almost magnified by the pristine layer above, “it’s beautiful.”

“Isn’t it?” He lets go of your hand, only to touch the small of your back, “peaceful, too. Sometimes… I find the city too busy.”

“Oh, I know what you mean,” you say as you lean slightly to watch a frog kick through the water and hop up onto a flat stone, “it’s nice to just get away.”

You admire the pale greens and the spectrum of wildflowers across the far shore. Trees line the ground like sentinels but between them, you see the hint of something else. Wooden siding and a painted door. You squint and step closer to the water to be sure you’re seeing clearly.

“What’s that?” You point to the shrouded structure.

Curtis steps up beside you and rubs between your shoulders. He leans over to kiss the side of your head.

“That’s mine,” he says, “wanna see?”

“What?” You look at him. “You mean…”

“Yeah, made a few smart investment,” he explains, “come on. You’re gonna love it.”

“I…” you hesitate and peek up at the sky. It’s hard to gauge the time as clouds curtain the sun, threatening to spill down in a grey foreboding, “what time is it?”

“We have time,” he insists as his hand wraps around your wrist, “come on, bunny.”

[boydykemagicalgirl]

Smoking on my Ex Pack

Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader

Was listening to SZA and smoking and got an idea. No warnings rly… umm some suggestive content, mostly just fluff, reader gets called a hoe by a shitty ex bf, best friend!mike, friends to lovers, pining, it’s cute and I’m proud of it

“Whatever, you’re a hoe anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever, you fuckin bum,” you rolled your eyes as you finished packing another bowl, “delete my number.” You sighed as you hung up, unable to believe that you had wasted nearly an entire year on such a loser.

Your best friend, Mike, sat across from you in your living room, falling backwards with laughter. “I tried to tell you about him, bro.”

“Shut up, dork. I don’t wanna fuckin hear it.”

He over-dramatically wiped his eyes, sitting back up. “I really am sorry though. Breakups are rough.”

You put the bowl to your lips, taking a hit and exhaling before responding, “is it, like, fucked up that I’m not really that sad about it? It’s like, almost a full eleven months with this guy and I don’t even feel like crying. If anything I’m relieved.”

Taking the bowl from you, he nodded, “yeah?”

“Yeah, dude,” you run your hands down your face, “being with him was like being somebody’s fucking mom. Like, we’re fully in our twenties and I have to remind you to wash your fucking ass? Grow up.”

This set Mike laughing hysterically again, “no way he didn’t wash his ass. How come you never shared this with me before?”

“Because I thought that I loved him, and I knew what you’d say.”

“What? That I was right and you should’ve dumped him a long time ago?” He had a smug look on his face as you reached over to snatch the bowl back from him.

“Yeah, exactly, you fuckin dick.” You laughed, too, your shoulders gently shaking as you lifted the bowl to your lips.

“Well, since your relieved, let’s celebrate.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, curious, “what’d you have in mind?”

“I can see if Vanessa can keep Abby for the night, we can get high as shit and watch all of your favorite movies?” He posed it as a question, raising an eyebrow back at you.

You broke into a grin, “I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”

He smiled back at you before getting his phone out and calling Vanessa as you moved to your dvd shelf to pick out what your first watch of the night would be.

~~~~

Nearly five hours had passed, it was now 10:00 pm, and you and Mike hadn’t moved in at least an hour. The two of you were sunken comfortably into the couch, passing a joint he’d rolled between the two of you. The Craft was playing and you were reciting it word for word. Your eyes were glued to the screen as you exhaled smoke and then picked up on the next line, “you know in the old days, if a witch betrayed her coven… they would kill her.”

Unbeknownst to you, Mike’s eyes were glued to your side profile. He was mesmerized with the way the tv light highlighted your silhouette in the darkness. He kept telling himself that it was just because he was high that he was so captivated with you, but he knew that it was more than that; he always felt this way around you. It was like his insides were all soft moldable goop and you could twist them into whatever shape your little heart desired, and you didn’t even know that you were doing it.

Without removing your eyes from the screen, you asked, “wanna order a pizza or something?”

Mike hummed in response and you rolled your eyes, assuming that he was simply ignoring you. You turned your head to face him and nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw his eyes trained on you.

“Mike?” You reached out, snapping in front of his face.

This seemingly broke him out of whatever weed-induced trance that he was in, as he blinked, suddenly sitting up straighter. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“You good, bro? You were completely spaced out. How long were you like that?”

He took the joint from you, his cheeks turning red as he dodged your eyes, “uh, I don’t know.” He let out a nervous chuckle.

“Are you okay?” You scooted closer to him, resting your hand on his arm. You grew more concerned when he seemed to stop breathing at your touch. “Mike? You good?”

He let out a breath, nodding as he tried to appear more relaxed than he felt. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten caught staring at you. “I’m good, just zoned out I guess.”

You let out a nervous chuckle, getting comfortable in your new spot beside him on the already small couch. “Okay, just don’t freak me out like that again. You looked possessed.”

He felt possessed, but he didn’t say that out loud, instead trying to get comfortable again. As he tried to get comfortable again, he couldn’t help but notice how close you were to him. Since when did you being so close make his heart beat like this? He was worried that if you got any closer, you’d hear it. Of course you just had to lean in closer and rest your head on his shoulder.

“Stop hogging the jay, dickhead.” You were whispering now, though you didn’t really know why.

He whispered back, “sorry,” passing it to you. Your fingers brushed and for a second neither of you moved.

After a moment, you took it from him finally, inhaling deeply. As you exhaled you began to cough, laughing through it as Mike rubbed your back, asking if you were okay.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just got weak ass lungs I guess.”

He let out a small laugh at that, taking the joint from you and taking a hit.

You leaned back into him, smiling up at him as you rested your head against his shoulder, “thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being here for me, no matter what. I love you,” you said, grabbing the joint back from him, killing it.

There you fucking go again, he couldn’t help but think, twisting around all of his most vital organs, molding them into whatever you felt, and you didn’t even realize that he was putty in your hands. “I love you, too.” You had no idea how much he meant that.

“Awe man,” you muttered under your breath as you looked back at the screen, noticing that the movie was almost over. You’d been so caught up in Mike’s little moment that you’d missed so much of what was arguably one of your top five favorite movies.

“What’s up?” Mike asked, his eyes focused back on you, laced with confusion.

“Movie’s almost over, missed like, some of my favorite parts just now,” you grumbled, upset.

“Oh, sorry,” Mike responded, sounding like he was about to zone out again.

He felt lightheaded, and he was trying to convince himself that it was the weed and not the feeling of you leaned against him, curled up and wrapping both of your arms around one of his. He could smell your shampoo and coffee and weed and everything that made up you and he felt intoxicated by the scent. His head was swimming with thoughts of you. You laughing and smiling, the way your lips wrapped around a blunt, what you’d look like wrapping your lips around him.

You snapped your fingers in front of his face, letting out a laugh that made him smile, still a little daze, “what?”

“You’re staring again,” you giggled, resting your hand on his cheek, more laughter slipping out as you feel it get warm under your palm.

“Am I?” He asked, not taking his eyes off you.

“Yes, doofus,” you said.

You weren’t sure who leaned in first but suddenly you were pressed against him, hands tangling in his curly hair as you pulled on his bottom lip with your teeth, the credits starting in the background.

He pulled away first. “Shit, sorry.”

“For what?” You asked, reaching out for him.

“For kissing you,” he rushed out, “you just broke up with your boyfriend and I’m your best friend and I should be comforting you not taking advantage of you being vulnerable-“

“Mike,” you tried to interject.

“I’ll leave if you want, god I’m such a dumbass-“

“Mike!” You clapped your hand over his mouth. “Shut up for once in your life. Please?” You groaned in disgust as he licked your palm, moving it from his mouth before continuing. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Unless your apologizing for stopping.”

“Oh?”

You rolled your eyes, “yeah, dipshit. I’ve only been waiting for you to do that for about five years now. And you’re not ‘taking advantage of me.’ I’m not ‘vulnerable.’ Right now I’m mostly just high and horny and a little annoyed at you for being such an idiot, and-“

You were cut off by Mike’s lips crashing into yours, the two of you falling back into the couch as you let out a small squeal. Then you felt it, Mike’s fingers tickling at your hips. “Mike!”

He pulled back, grinning at you like a chesire cat, “I’m an idiot?”

His fingers didn’t let up as you began to let out shriek-like giggles. “Yes, you are,” you forced out between laughs, “now unhand me!”

“Unhand you?” He laughed, his hands resting on your hips, “what are you, a fuckin medieval knight?”

You laughed, too, slowly catching your breath, “don’t make me knee you in the balls.”

He looked down at you, “you wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t test me, you’re in the perfect spot for me to knee you in the balls right now.” You smirked up at him.

He smiled, moving one hand to rest beside your head as he leaned down. His lips brushed against yours as he spoke, “please don’t knee me in the balls.”

You found yourself whispering again, “what’s in it for me if I don’t?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you again.

[katyawriteswhump]

The freak in the penthouse part 4.1

E-rated (for sexual content), accidental millionaire eddie/sex-worker steve.

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4.1 Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen

After they got out of the plunge pool, Eddie ordered champagne. It arrived mega fast. Steve grabbed the ice-bucket and said, “Balcony?”

He was gone before Eddie could answer. Eddie sheathed himself in his bathrobe as a surrogate comfort blanket. He braced himself to follow Steve somewhere he’d not been for several weeks.

The not-so-great outdoors.

Still, it wasn’t like Eddie was moseying into a packed mall. He took a drag of the stellar-quality Gamja Dustin had sent over and shuffled out. Steve handed him champagne, and he took a nerve-steadying sip.

“Holy shit!” shouted Eddie. “Check out that sunset.” 

“It’s wild. This place pisses all over the Carlton Ritz.” Steve levelled at Eddie’s side, leaning with his elbows on the balustrade. He wore only his tiny hotpants, which nearly distracted Eddie from a renewed fizz of unease:

“You get around, don’t ya, big boy? Worked in all the best hotels?”

Steve shrugged, fixing on the shimmering Hollywood Hills.

“Want a joint?” asked Eddie.

“I’ll pass.” Instead, Steve grabbed a strawberry from a bowl he’d dumped on a nearby sunbed. He tossed it in the air, catching it in his mouth.

Eddie grinned like an idiot. “I totally didn’t order those.”

“They come with the champagne.” Steve dabbed a red juicy smudge from his chin. “They bring out the flavor. Try it.”

He pressed a strawberry to Eddie’s lips, and Eddie wasn’t gonna refuse entry. He bit the strawberry and washed it down with champagne. Steve hadn’t lied—the flavor partied, sweet and sour and fizzy on his tongue. With a smirk, Steve popped another strawberry in his own mouth, then leaned forward for Eddie to bite it.

The kiss was inevitable. Eddie ditched his wine and even his joint, wrapped his arms around Steve, and clung. Steve aced the kiss, clinging too, fingers hooking so tight in Eddie’s hair they tangled and tugged.

Yup, he’s fantastic at making you believe he wants you.

Steve was also making Eddie forget himself, which was cool, cool, cool. They wound up having a dumbass strawberry fight, spattering them across the balcony, smearing them all over Steve’s torso and both their faces. Then they ate the taste out of each other’s mouths while dry rutting on a sunbed. With Steve gyrating on top of him, Eddie soon had a blockbuster erection again… and Steve?

His mask slipped a little when they broke for air. He actually shuddered, and that’s when Eddie felt the goosebumps as he stroked at Steve’s nape.

“You cold?” asked Eddie.

“No way,” said Steve. “It’s only September.”

Liar, liar, pants on fire, thought Eddie. At least it hadn’t been an involuntary shudder of revulsion.

A cool breeze cleaved between them, and Steve shuddered again.

“Wanna go back inside?” asked Eddie. “There’s a pigeon after the strawberries and I swear it’s hexing me with its manic pink eyes.”

Eddie led the way. Steve had already followed before Eddie realised that he’d gone in a different door from the one they came out through. The door that led to the room that he often avoided. The one where he piled the crap he didn’t want to think about, and the one with—

“You’re shitting me, man,” said Steve. “You’ve got a baby grand?”

“Yeeeah.”

“I didn’t even realise there was another room here.”

“Tell me about it. Seems I still get lost in my own penthouse. This is kinda my dump room.” 

Eddie started gathering up his notes from his game design and the probably-fake Hendrix guitar, which lay on the floor. He was considering reacquainting himself with his joint, when a neat chord sounded from the piano. Steve started to sing:

“It's a little bit funny 

This feeling inside

I'm not one of those who can easily hide

I don't have much money, but boy if I did

I'd buy a big house where we both could live—"

Steve’s voice cracked and he coughed briefly into his hand. “Shit! I broke your no music rule.”

Eddie snapped his gaping mouth shut. “No sweat.”

“Elton John not your poison?”

Eddie was still reeling. “I got every respect for the Rocket Man. ‘Your Song’ isn’t quite my kinda song, but… Shit, dude, it’s fine and you’re amazing. You can really belt it out—I’m envious—and where did you learn to tickle the ivories like that?”

“Learned as a kid.” Steve’s laugh was odd, brittle. “I sucked at reading music. Not much good when your parents want you classically trained.”

“They were uncool about it?”

Steve shook his head, slid across the piano stool to make room for Eddie. “They were always super-supportive. Always. They could never find a tutor who’d stick with their loser son.”

Steve sniffed, staring at the piano keys. Eddie was torn between feeling sorry for Steve and a smoldering curiosity to learn what happened to Steve’s “super-supportive” parents.

Only rich kids learned piano, right? Yet here Steve was…

Steve looked up sharply. “Let’s talk about you. Tonight’s all about you, Eddie-babes. Wanna share your rock-and-roll story? You finally gonna spill?”

“What?”

“You gotta be in a band.” Steve nodded at the guitar. “Let me guess. Had a fall-out with your bandmates? Artistic differences?” Eddie started grinding his teeth, and his knees jittered. “Or some other kind of musician? I mean, you got a piano here, dude… though I suppose it comes with the suite… Um, yeah, you don’t have to answer. I’ll zip it.”

Eddie realized he must be looking as pissed as he felt. Which Steve didn’t deserve. Eddie puffed out his cheeks:

“I was in a band. Corroded Coffin. We never hit the big time and I made my big bucks elsewhere—down to two other kids’ Einstein-like eggheads, and nothing to do with music or even lil’ ol’ me, really. No, I don’t play piano. I can mess around with a few chords, hit Middle C. That’s about it.”

“You’re pretty good at hitting my G… spot.” Steve’s hand slithered underneath Eddie’s bathrobe, zeroing in between his tense thighs. “I owe you a blowjob, man.”

Eddie lost his shit laughing. Steve’s dud-tastic smooth talking had totally melted the tension. Steve was stupid levels of nice as well as sexy af, and that was all that mattered. 

“From one loser to another,” said Eddie, blood shooting south, “I’m not gonna fight ya.”

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[gonegirlaccount]

Hello could you do a Billy Showalter x M!Reader? Such as Billy biking pass M!reader on his daily route to deliver newspaper, etc!! Idc for specifics, as long as it’s Billy Showalter x M!Reader :3

Alr! And sorry for not being that active, I got school and stuff 😭

Newspaper (Billy Showalter X M!reader)

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It was thanksgiving break, which meant no school after Monday and Tuesday. You yawned as you got out of bed and went to the kitchen. It was Wednesday which meant you didn’t have school so you were probably going to stay in bed and watch tv or hang out with friends.

As you were pouring the milk into the bowl of lucky charms, your dad came right next to you, pouring orange juice into his mug. “Hey, (N/N), can you go outside and get the newspaper for me? I heard something happen and wanna see if it’s true.” Your dad asked for you to do.

You nodded. You quickly ate all your cereal. You put your bowl in the sink then went to your front door. As soon as you opened it, you were hit in the face with a newspaper. You winced and stumbled forward a bit, your lousy door closing behind you.

“oh! I didn’t think somebody would open the door, I-I’m sorry!” You recognized that voice. It was Billy Showalter. You went to school with him, he was your hallway-crush. “I-it’s alright Billy. It was an accident.” You smiled at him but your face was slightly bruising.

The brunet got worried immediately and parked his bike, walking up to you, his dog following. “Oh shit- I’m really sorry! I didn’t know, really!” Billy said, looking apologetic.

“It’s fine Billy! Really!” You put your hand on his shoulder to reassure him. “Uhm..Can I make it up to you? Ride on my bike with me.” He says. “Alright. Just let me bring this newspaper inside to my dad and change.”

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You were currently on the back of Billy’s bike, holding onto Billy and his dog following along with him. He blushed slightly as you held him but you didn’t know that. He hoped nobody says anything about the two of you together since you were both boys.

You had an ice pack on your face that Billy got when he stopped at his house.

“Uh..(Y/N)?” The brunet says. “Yeah?” “Uhm are you doing anything while on break?” Billy asks, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“Nothing really. Just planned on napping and watching Movies with my dad. Why do you ask?” You tell him as he throws another Newspaper to a blue house.

“oh, I asked caused I wanted you to hang out with me. At my house if that’s, uhm, if that’s alright with you and your dad.” He answers, throwing another newspaper and checking to see if his dog is still there.

“oh, yeah it’s cool. He won’t mind. When are you gonna come pick me up? Or am I walking?” You ask. “I’ll come pick you up. At like..3:00?” He says.

“Alright.” You agree. Billy makes a few more stops before going to your house. You let go of him and hop off the bike. “Bye Billy. See you soon.” You smiled at him then waved. He waved back then rode off.

You wondered what you both were going to do.

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It was finally three o’clock when you heard your doorbell ring. “I thinks it’s Billy, Dad. See ya later. Love you.” You say as you slip on your sneakers and zip up your hoodie. “Love you too, kid. Don’t be home too late.” He warns with a smile.

“I won’t.” You smile and open the door, and there’s Billy. You then close the door behind you. “Alright, let’s go!” You say and walk to his bike, Billy following.

“I have something to uh..give you, (Y/N).” He mumbled but you hear him. “Oh. That’s sweet of you. What is it?” You ask curiously. Billy then pulls out three flowers made out of newspaper. You blushed. “I made them for you. B-but if you don’t want to or think it’s weird I’m giving you this it’s fine.” He says, pulling the hand with the flowers in them away.

But you grab his wrist gently, causing Billy to look at you. “No, no! I don’t think you’re weird Billy. This was awfully cute for you to do for me! What’s best is that these flowers won’t die. So I can keep them forever.” You smile at him and he smiles too, the both of you blushing. “So, Ready to go?” He says when you’re both finally on the bike. “Yup!” You laugh softly and hold onto him, enjoying the slight breeze as he starts pedaling away to his house.

[thorin-baby-bear]

AHH! You write for Moonknight omg that’s amazing! I’ve been searching for a good Cg!Steven Grant and little!reader fic and your stuff is great!

If you don’t mind could I please request a fic where Steven comes home from work and is absolutely exhausted but still continues to play with the reader and watch tv even though he’s really close to falling asleep and the two end up napping together? Thank you :D !!

Hi there! I don't know if this is my best work, so if you would like anything different please feel free to shoot me an ask or a message! Regardless, I hope you enjoy :))

Nighty Knight

A Moonknight agere fic

Tags: Cg! Steven, Little!Reader, GN!Reader, references to The Princess Bride

Cw: A little bit of endangered reader as they climb on a counter top

“Papa!” You cried as Steven walked through the door. The bags in his hand were drooping low, full to the brim with groceries as he stumbled his way in. “Hi there love, you mind giving me a quick hand?” He chuckled, holding out one of the bags to you. You rushed over and grabbed the bag, running over to set it on the dining room table before rushing back to grab another and almost knocking Steven over in the process. “Whoa, slow down there little one, don’t wanna be takin’ a spill tonight.” He sighed, stretching slowly as he brought the last bag over. 

“Mhm, sorry Papa, I’ll be more careful.” You said, bouncing up and down as you watched him start unpacking the bags. Steven had mostly gotten normal food things, probably just whatever he thought could fit in the fridge, but at the you saw an odd brown paper bag stuck in amongst the plastics. You reached out to grab it, feeling the paper curiously. 

“Ah-ah,” Steven tisked, picking up the bag gently. “That’s for later, after we put away the food.” 

You pouted and crossed your arms, watching as Steven placed the bag on a higher shelf he knew you couldn’t reach (as he had to stand on his tiptoes to reach it himself) and went back to putting away the groceries. He yawned, rubbing his eyes as he glanced at your pouty face. “You know, this could go twice as fast if you’d take some of this.” He gestured to the bags. You rolled your eyes, but there wasn’t any real annoyance as you grabbed a carton of eggs. 

Steven was right, working together you were able to get everything packed neatly away, and Steven even pulled out a couple Ramen cups he had picked up for you both, as it was a comfort food for you both. You squealed in delight and hugged him tightly, giggling at his playful protest. “Oh, you’re crushing me love! You don’t know your own strength!” He cried before wrapping his arms around you tightly. “But two can play at this game!” You laughed harder as Steven lifted you up and spun you around in a circle, groaning a bit as his back cracked. He set you down gently on the counter, rubbing his back with a tired sigh and going to start up the ramen. You watched him putter around with wide eyes for a while before your mind turned back to the bag. You looked up and, seeing it now within reaching distance, began to lean towards it. 

It was a normal, boring brown bag with brown tissue paper spilling messily out of the top, and you could just see something poking out of the top, something gold and soft and oh so tempting, if you could just get a little higher– 

“Y/n, careful!” Steven said, his voice panicky as he saw you teetering dangerously on your knees. You looked back at him, caught red handed as he sighed and rubbed his eyes before walking over to help you down. “Go sit in the living room please, I’ll be right in.” You nodded and shuffled your way guiltily over to the living room, where a nature documentary had begun to play. You plopped down on the floor with your stuffies, picking them up and dancing them around halfheartedly as you waited for Steven to bring the Ramen.

Eventually Steven entered, hissing quietly as he rushed the hot bowls over to the coffee table. You scooted over, not making eye contact with him as you blew on your soup. After a few minutes of silence, Steven cleared his throat and reached across the table, gently resting on your hand as you wiggled uncomfortably. “It’s okay, love.” He murmured. “I’m not mad, I promise.” You glanced up at him and saw only honesty and worry in his eyes. “ ‘m sorry.” You said. “I jus’ wanted to see…” Steven rubbed your hand comfortingly. “I know baby, I just need you to be a bit more careful and talk to me, if you can. Does that sound fair?” You nodded, smiling up at your Papa, happy to have a fix for the issue. 

After that dinner passed quickly, and Steven smiled as you sat patiently on the floor with your stuffies, smiling up at him. “My, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were waiting for something.” He teased. You giggled and nodded. Steven laughed and stood up, walking over to the shelf and pulling down that brown bag, shaking it at you as he brought it over. You grabbed it excitedly looking at him for permission before pulling the tissue paper out quickly and gasping. In the bag, a round, squishy hippo face stared back at you wearing an ornate golden headpiece. You lifted it out of the bag reverently and smiled at Steven with wide eyes. 

“Taweret?” You asked. Steven nodded with a gentle grin. You laughed in happiness and pulled the stuffie tight to your chest, twisting back and forth energetically. You scurried over to your other stuffies and looked them over carefully before grabbing a big crocodile and scooting back to Steven, holding it out expectantly. Steven raised an eyebrow. “Is this for me?” You nodded, eyes bright. He looked at the stuffie hesitantly, tiredly, before shrugging and taking it. He moved over to your pile of stuffies and beckoned you to follow, setting the stuffies up neatly. 

“Now, let’s see what these little guys are up to…” 

The two of you played for a long time, setting up grand stories with funny voices as the sun got lower and lower in the sky and your yawns got deeper and deeper. Eventually, Steven sat back and stretched, looking at the clock with squinted eyes. “Oy, it’s late… Want to watch a movie before bed?” He asked as he stood. You nodded, rubbing your eyes sleepily and sinking deeper into your hoodie. Steven rifled through his dvds, taking a moment before eventually pulling out one that looked familiar. He put it in the player, picked you up and walked over to sit on the couch. You yawned again and wrapped your arms around his neck, whining a little as he repositioned himself to lay more comfortably with you on his stomach. The familiar opening scene of The Princess Bride flashed on the screen, and you smiled at the choice.

“Guess what, your grandfather’s here…” 

Clutched against your chest, the Taweret plushie sat comfortably and comfortingly against your stomach and you hugged it even tighter. “Nigh’ nigh’ Papa…” You whispered. Steven kissed your forehead gently. “Good night, little one. I love you so much.”  You cuddled down into the warmth and babbled sleepily.

You tried to stay awake for the whole movie, but with Steven rubbing your back and whispering facts about the movie in his quietest voice, you found yourself falling asleep before they even got to the epic sword fight between Inigo and Wesley. The soothing rumble of Steven’s voice under you was comforting, and before you knew it you were out for the count. You both slept late, sprawled out cuddling on the couch, snoring and comfortable as the movie played quietly in the background. 

A/n: I don't know if it's my best work, but still; any chance to include The Princess Bride is a win for me lol

[faecaptainofdreams]

“Wander: Hiiiii, sorry to bother…

Thorn: No, it’s fine. Did ya want somethin’?

Wander: Just to bring you some goodies to help you during your menses…!

Thorn: Oh…uh, thanks.

Wander: *hops up onto the bed*

Thorn: How did you know I’m on my period?

Wander: I remembered from the time you were on it last month :)

Thorn: *raises a brow* How did you know I was on it last month?

Wander: I brought a chocolate bar (made it myself, that’s why there’s no wrapper), an actually wrapped chocolate candy, some pain medicine, aaand another chocolate bar! Also in the wrapper.

Thorn: …

Wander: I know, it’s not very innovative, but I just thought it might be nice to have somethin’ while you’re goin’ through it. If you need I also have a heating pad! Or an ice pack. Or both! I hear both helps sometimes, but everybody’s different. Oh! I think I heard Nikita mention that stretches help her with her contractions.

Thorn: Contractions?

Wander: Ya know, “cramps”? Funny thing, Thorny, did you know the term “cramps” was spread centuries ago by sapiens so cisgendered men would be able to empathize with their AFAB counterparts and go easier on them?

Thorn:

Wander: But in actuality, the phenomenon is contractions, like the kind you’d have during childbirth! Only (usually) more mild. The more ya know, right?

Thorn: *half-smiling*

Wander: :) …….Aha, sorry for ramblin’. Usually people stop me before I finish.

Thorn: *takes the bowl* Nah, it’s cool. I actually knew about the contractions, I just like your voice.

Wander: Wha, really?

Thorn: Yeah, it’s kinda soothing. *breaks off a piece of the chocolate*

Wander: “Soothing,” hah! I don’t often hear that one.

Thorn: *chewing* Mm. Well it’s true. Man, this is good. Thanks for the care package.

Wander: Nooo problem! …*small gasp* I hope my lil’ explanation didn’t come off as man-splainy :(

Thorn: HAH no, if you were anyone else then yeah it might’a been, but you’re just passionate, so it’s whatever.

Wander: Heh, good to know…! I’ll leave ya to it! *hops out and closes the door behind him*

Thorn: …*shouts* I still wanna know how you knew I’m raggin’! …..”

[chasesylvan]

I See Your Scars

CW: TALKING OF PERIOD CRAMPS, PADS, CHANGING OF PADS, AND TRANS MALE CHARACTER! DONT LIKE DONT READ, SIMPLE

HERE WE GOOO

IV had been doing household chores when the telltale signs of cramps were starting to creep up on him, his knees started to shake, he needed to lie down, he thought. He slowly but surely made his way to his room without falling, flopped onto his bed and curled in on himself and started to cry, it wasn’t supposed to come for another 2 days.

III was practicing on his bass in his room down the hall when he heard the soft sobs come from IV’s room and began to get worried, why was his boyfriend crying? He securely puts his bass safely back into its case and back into his closet before slowly making his way to the guitarist room, by now the crying has quieted down and when III got to his boyfriend’s room, the sight made his heart shatter, IV was in a hoodie, stolen from either himself or Vessel, sweatpants and hands tightly wrapped around his waist, and he could hear quiet whimpers coming from the man on the bed.

He slowly walked across his knitted carpet, made by II as a birthday present, and sat down quietly on the bed, and started rubbing his arm up and down the guitarist’s arms, “Psst, baby, what’s wrong? I heard you crying earlier, are you alright?” Upon hearing someone talking to him, IV slowly opens his eyes to see his tall boyfriend looking down at him.

IV slowly started to sit up, but was softly stopped by strong arms, “Baby, lie down. You’re in pain, I can tell,” III said to his boyfriend, tone soft as to not hurt his sensitive ears at the moment. “C-cramps.” IV croakily said to the taller man, who bent down to carefully kiss the shorter man’s forehead, “Do you need anything baby? Pads, tampons, heat pack, food, drink? Anything else?” IV thought for a moment, he decided that he definitely needed some pads, “Pads? And a heat pack definitely, please, if I eat something now, it’s not gonna agree with my stomach, I just don’t wanna risk it,” IV bent inwards and cried as a sharp and intense cramp ripped through his abdomen, sobs could be heard from the shorter man.

“Oh, my poor baby,” III scooped IV into his arms and held him tightly and rocked him slightly from side to side, while he cried out the pain. “Aw, it’s okay baby.” III cooed, IV’s cries starting to quiet down, and he felt IV go limp, meaning he fell asleep, hm, he thought, mood swings are intense for IV this month.

He slowly put IV in and tucked his boyfriend into his bed, slowly got up from the guitarist’s bed. He made sure IV was asleep before he walked out of the room and down the stairs.

He met Vessel and II in the kitchen, “Hey, loves.” III greeted his other boyfriends, “Hi darling,” II replied back, Vessel kissing III on the cheek and replying, “Hey sweet cheeks,” III blushed at the nickname, walking over to II and wrapping his hands around his waist and kissing him on the lips with passion, “Hey sweetheart, so, IV got his period.” He told the other Vessels, while walking over to the fruit bowl and grabbing an apple, “And it’s not good, it’s causing him excruciating pain, and causing him to nearly throw up and pass out.” He took a bite of the apple, and continued on, “So, I’m gonna head to the store and get him some supplies and snacks for when he wakes up, I’ve just put him to bed after he fell back asleep, he was doing some household chores before the cramps started, I’m assuming, so if you guys could make sure you hear if he needs anything while I’m gone?” III asked his lovers.

They both nodded in unison, “Yeah of course, butterfly, if he calls we’ll help him as best as we can,” Vessel says in a loving tone. II just smiled and nodded. “Ok, I’ll be back later,” He goes over to II and kisses him, “Bye, baby,” He says to II, “Bye, darling,” II blushed at the kiss, he walked over to Vessel and hugged him, kissed him on lips as well, “Bye, love,” He says, “Bye, sweetheart,” Vessel smiled.

III walked out of the front door and to their shared car, hopped in and started driving to their local grocery store, once the bassist arrived, he parked the car, made sure to have bags with him and walked inside, first on his list were pads, III knew what brand IV preferred, so he walked to the personal hygiene aisle and found the pads, picked the ones he knew IV preferred, and also got him some night time ones as well. Next on his list was IV’s favourite chocolates and snacks, he got the chocolates, his favourite chips and candy, and bouquet of white and pink roses, his favourite flowers. He made his way to the cashier to pay for his items, “Find everything you needed, today?” The store clerk asked III, “Yes, thank you.” The bassist said in a nice, polite term, silently thanking the store clerk for not questioning a grown man buying female hygiene products. “Have a great day, sir.” The clerk said to III with a smile on her face, handing III a bag with all his items in it, minus the flowers which were just given to him in their packaging. “Thank you very much, you too, bye.”

The bassist walked out of the store and back to the car, he put the bag in the backseat and got in the front and started to drive back to the manor when he got a text from one of his lovers, he safely pulled over to read the text, it was from Vessel, “Hey, sweetheart, me and II have just gone out for a bit into town to pick up groceries, IV is still asleep but when you get home it’ll just be you 2, we won’t be back until about 7:30pm, so just thought I would let you know, love you and see you when we get home 🖤.” III replied back with, “Ok, no worries, love, I got IV some supplies and snacks and flowers, so hopefully he feels better, was he alright when you guys were still home?” He waited, and about 2 minutes later, Vessel replied with, “Ok that’s good, love, IV was having some pains but he took some medicine earlier and fell asleep again with his heat pack, and as far as I know, he is still asleep, it’s possible he’s awake now, but you will have to check when you get home.” III replied back, “Alright, Vessel, thank you, love, see you guys when you get home ❤️”

He turned his phone off, turned off onto the road and drove the rest of the way to their manor, quietly listening to music on the way home and humming slightly to the soothing tone of the music in his ears. He finally arrived home and parked the car, got out and grabbed the bag of supplies and walked to the front door to find it still unlocked, which wasn’t a big issue leaving it unlocked, as their closest neighbours weren’t for another 20kms (12.3miles), so he went inside and brought the bag slowly up to IV’s room, he opened the door gently to find the guitarist sitting up slightly watching a show on his TV, the man on the bed saw III and his eyes lit up, “Hi, flower, how are you feeling baby?” The taller one asked, IV gave a whimper and sat up straight on the bed, causing the heat pack on his abdomen to slightly fall off, “Baby, do you have a pad on right now? Did you find some while I was out?” III asked in a soft tone, as not to irritate IV’s sensitive hearing at the moment, IV said in a groggy voice, “I did, but I ran out,” He looked so sad about it, until the bassist quickly pulled out both of the new full packs of his pads, he walked over to the bed and passed both packs over to IV, who looked so relieved at them. He also saw the chocolates and snacks he brought and started to dig in to them as well, and III got up to put the flowers he got him in a vase, which looked beautiful next to his desk near his window, the softness of the sun peaking through his blinds.

The shorter man leant over to III and kissed him, “Thank you, III! Ok, lemme up, I gotta change,” III moved out of the way to let IV up, slowly of course, as not to jostle him and cause any more pain IV might be feeling and he walked over to his attached bathroom to freshen up and change. A couple minutes passed, and IV walked out of his bathroom, “So much better, thank you, darling, really.” IV preferred these pads as they were more comfortable for him and didn’t move when he walked around during the day. The guitarist walked over and got back into his bed when he realised how cold his heat pack had gotten, “Aw man,” He pouted, III noticed his sudden change of mood and looked over at him holding the heat pack, “Did it get cold?” He nodded, III took the heat pack out of his hand, “You stay here and get comfy while I go and heat it back up for you, flower.” He softly kisses IV’s forehead and got up and walked out of his room, down the stairs and into the kitchen.

He opened the microwave and sat the heat pack in there and set it to heat for 2 minutes and 30 seconds. It beeped to let III know it was done, while it was heating up, III had made IV his favourite tea as well, so he took the heat pack out of the microwave, and brought both up to the poor and in pain man, he walked backwards into the room and turned around and walked to where IV was lying down in bed, he handed IV the heat pack, who immediately put it on his abdomen and sighed in relief at that the heat gave his excruciating pains, “Thank you so much, love, that helped so much,” His breathing got slower and he looked so in peace, it made III smile like an idiot, “I also made your favourite tea as well, flower, it’s on your bedside table when you want it.”

“Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome, flower.” He kissed IV on the cheek and hopped into bed so the shorter man could cuddle into his side, he nuzzled into his waist and III adjusted the heat pack so it didn’t fall off of IV’s abdomen, “III,” IV asked, “Hm?” III replied.”

“Can you pass me my tea?”

“Yeah of course, baby.” III reached over to grab IV’s tea and IV sat up and reached for it, III gave it to IV who took a few big gulps of the flavoured tea, then handed it back to III, who checked and saw it was almost gone, “You thirsty, baby?” He nodded sheepishly, III shook his head playfully. IV cuddled back into his waist and nuzzled into him, and a few minutes later, soft snores could be heard coming from the man. Life was perfect. He brushed hair out of the guitarist’s eyes and his face was peaceful, he was at peace, which is what III wanted.

The front door could be heard being opened and a voice called out from downstairs saying, “We’re home, loves!” III softly but loudly yelled back, “We’re up in IV’s room guys! Come join us!” IV blushed at this, at the thought of a cuddle pile. Groceries were being put away by Vessel and II, and then as the last grocery was put away, footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs, and Vessel and II walked into IV’s room and walked over and joined the other guys in IV’s bed for a cuddle pile, “You guys are the best, I love you all so much,” IV started getting emotional and so the other 3 Vessels all started cooing and pressing kisses to IV to show him how loved and safe he was. This was the most perfect day he could ever have, he couldn’t ask for a better pack of lovers, he truly was blessed by Sleep.

[slightlystupidhun]

Reunite My Heart On Valentines Day

Summary: Sweetheart had found their fathers old diary. They decided to read it. That was when they found out there was a big secret being hidden. They had two siblings. They had been the oldest, followed by two twin siblings. Apparently, their siblings had gone with their unempowered mother. The stealth had been with their father. Apparently they were the only one who exhibited signs of being empowered. After finding out that their siblings were right under their nose and in the same pack as them, they now have the opportunity to bond whenever they want, even on a triple date on Valentine’s Day. This story was brought to be due to the glorious head cannon of @annahhopee

“Wait wait, Sweetheart, when you told me we had our entire day planned you did not say that it meant a triple date, with your siblings and my best friends,” Milo quipped shaking his head and lightly chuckling.

“What? You don’t wanna do this?” They replied looking over their shoulder at him.

“No, I definitely wanna do THIS,” he gestured to their body, “It just means that now I have to censor myself.” He smirked at the slight flush on their face.

“Censor yourself? Please Asher and Babe essentially stick their tongues down each others throat any chance they get, I doubt your…” they paused looking him up and down, “friendly disposition will be that off putting.”

He chuckling lacing his fingers with theirs, playing with the ring on their ring finger. The cold gold with diamonds encrusted in it, a permanent symbol of their devotion to one another.

The pair walked over to the large ice rink, apparently each of the mates got to chose a location. Babe chose ice skating, claiming that in another life they must have been a figure skater.

“Happy you two could join us.” Asher teased the pair before glancing over at babe who was skating around him in a circle.

“They’re having fun.” David sighed trying to hide the smile he had on. Angel was clinging to him like their life depended on it, fully believing that if they let go, they’d eat shit.

The group began circling the rink. Each paring holding hands accept for Asher and Babe who were almost playing a game of tag. Their laughter was infectious and it looked like they had such amazing fun. It turned out to actually be an extremely romantic location as it gave everyone the excuse to bundle up and be close to their partners.

Next up was Angels choice. They’d decided that they wanted to go to a chocolate making class in a newly opened confectionary shop. The owner was married to a client that had hired the pack as security detail. Apparently he was a telepath named James and needed an escort to some project put on by D.U.M.P.

The owner offered them a free chocolate making class as a special thank you for the safe escort of their husband.

Babe and Asher decided to make a strawberry flavored milk chocolate. They decided to make them into small square shapes.

Milo and Sweetheart decided to make caramel filled dark chocolates. They put them in the shape of small hearts to mimic the sweetheart candy.

Finally David and Angel. They decided to make milk chocolate with rose petals. These would be in an oval shape.

As Angel started filling their mold with the chocolate Angel turned to the man next to them. They gave him a mischievous smile, an evil plan filling their brain. As soon as the last of the mold was filled Angel took out the large spoon looking up at David innocently.

“Angel, what are you doing-?” He was cut off by the spoon sliding across his cheek leaving a trail of chocolate in its wake. Angel cackled like a menace.

“Wow! You look so handsome Davey!” They laughed out.

“Very stylish buddy!” Asher added on.

“Yeah it’s a very good look for you.” Stealth added insult to injury.

David shot them all a hard glare as he wiped the chocolate off of his face, digging his thumb in the almost empty chocolate bowl and rubbing his thumb on Angels forehead. Angel shrieked but David couldn’t hide his pleased smile.

They left the bakery and finally went to Sweethearts choice. It was a nice classy restaurant on the beach that had a gorgeous view of the ocean.

They all sat down together, chocolate boxes in hand and extremely hungry.

“Thanks for being good sports about today.” Babe spoke up, “I know Valentine’s Day is usually just for you and your partner only, and we appreciate that you were okay with spending it with all of us.”

“Hey no sweat, this was probably one of the most fun valentines days I’ve ever had,” Milo spoke up squeezing Sweethearts hand.

“Exactly!” Angel cheered then looked over at David. “By the way, Mr.Shaw. Our chocolate war is not over! Be ready to be covered in icing when I make cookies tomorrow!” They pointed their fork at him.

“Please, you’d only get icing on me if I let you.” He snarled back at them.

“I don’t know,” the stealth spoke up. “Angels pretty nifty, I think they could pull it off.”

“Nah, my moneys on David,” babe argued. “I mean he’s a literal Alpha wolf.” They waved their arms emphatically.

“Yeah but our Alpha would fold so fast if Angel really wanted something.” Sweetheart smirked looking at David rolling his eyes. Milo laughed but tried to cover it up.

“Oh don’t laugh Milo, you fell in love with someone who broke into your house.” David argued.

“Damn right I did!” He said proudly.

The rest of the night was full of love fun and laughter, there is no where else the group would rather be.

I hope you liked it @annahhopee!! Happy Valentine’s Day! I’m sorry it’s so late but I hope you enjoyed it.

Omg don’t delete the paragraphs this time plz

REUNITE MY HEART VALENTINES EDITION!!

[spybrarian]

spicy buns

A recipe!! I was talking about my hot cross buns and realised my recipe was just in an old word document on my computer and that’s not easy to share so. Here, buns!

1/2 cup milk (try infusing it with cardamom and cloves and peel, or chai! Just pack in AS MUCH flavor as possible what can go wrong)

1/4 cup water

1/4 cup brown sugar

1 Tablespoon active dried yeast

2 1/2 - 3 cups high grade flour (more like 3)

1/2 teaspoon salt

1 Tablespoon cinnamon (heaped!)

1 Tablespoon mixed spice (heaped!)

1 teaspoon nutmeg (heaped)

(Bit of ginger, why not, everyone needs more ginger in their lives)

3/4 cup raisins or currants (more like 1 1/2 cups) (or chocolate, i dumped in a 200g bag of dark drops)

1/4 cup mixed peel (or more, yolo)

75 grams butter melted

1 egg,

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

<small>For the crosses (which I never make)

1/4 cup flour 1/4 cup milk 1 teaspoon sugar </small>

Glaze (this makes enough for many batches. GLAZING IS AMAZING.)

1/4 cup water 3 Tablespoon sugar

Add the milk, water and brown sugar to a microwave proof jug or small pot and heat until warm to the touch (about 45°C/110°F). This is where you brew your chai or spices into the milk if you wanna.

Whisk well to dissolve the sugar or get a fork in there and go for it. Pour into a large bowl, or the bowl of a stand mixer if you’re that fancy, and sprinkle the yeast on top, stir in and leave to sit for 5 minutes.

While you are waiting, add 2 1/2 cups of flour, salt, cinnamon, mixed spice, nutmeg, raisins/currants and mixed peel to the bowl and whisk together.

In another small jug or whatever is clean, melt the butter, add the egg and vanilla and whisk together until all ingredients are incorporated. Maybe let the butter cool a bit so it doesn’t cook the egg??

Once the yeast has started to bubble, add the flour mixture and butter mixture to the yeast mixture and using the dough hook attachment on your stand mixer, knead for 7-8 minutes until the dough springs back when you press it. If kneading by hand, combine the dough with a wooden spoon and then turn it out onto a lightly floured surface and knead for 10 minutes. Add a little more flour if the dough is really sticky (i usually need to do this,  like the latest batch was a bit over 3 cups, but I'd put in like half a cup of zest so)

Cover the dough in gladwrap or a clean tea towel and leave to rise in a warm place for 60-90 minutes or until doubled in size or until you remember that you were making bread and rush back from whatever you were talking about on the discord.

Once the dough has risen, punch it down gently and turn out of the bowl onto a lightly floured surface. Split the dough into 10 evenly sized pieces (I do eight because I like big buns and I cannot lie) roll into balls and place on a baking tray lined with a silicone liner or baking paper, so that they are almost touching, like two sword lesbians who haven’t admitted their feelings for each other yet. Cover with gladwrap that has been lightly sprayed with cooking oil and leave to rise in a warm place for 40 minutes, which is a whole episode of something.

Pre-heat the oven to 180°C/350°F.

(If you are a cross fan: While the buns are rising, make the mixture for the crosses. In a small bowl whisk together milk, flour and sugar until smooth. Once the buns have risen, pipe the crosses on the buns, by putting the cross mixture into a piping bag or ziplock bag with the corner snipped off. If you don't have a piping bag or ziplock bag, you can carefully drizzle it with a spoon. Also instead of crosses you can actually make any shape, who knew??)

Bake the buns for 20-25 minutes (this latest batch took 17 minutes) until the tops are golden brown. While the buns are baking, prepare the glaze by mixing the sugar and water in a small bowl and microwaving until the sugar has dissolved (or just use hot water!)

Remove from the oven and brush the buns with the sugar glaze and allow them to cool slightly.

To serve, slice the buns in half, spread with butter and enjoy!

Buns will keep in an airtight container for 3 days or can also be frozen (lol good luck finding freezer space in this economy) (good luck also not eating the whole batch within a day). They are definitely best served the day of baking but you can zap them in the microwave or toast them on day 2 or 3 and they're almost as good!

[manicpixiedgoblin]

Nervous Young Inhumans

Masterpost

Chapter Ten.

It’s not that Ellie was sober - she wasn’t.

It’s the difference between doing molly at a party and a few lines as a New Year’s special and someone who relies emotionally on substances. She’d kept smoking during college, but seeing Jesse like this she couldn’t engage. She couldn’t enable him and feel fine.

Smoking in front of him felt like doing shots at an AA meeting - one where the alcoholics didn’t know what they were.

After Walt left, they’d been sitting in silence. Around ten minutes had elapsed since Jesse’d ripped the bong and they’d remained immobile when he reached for it again and broke the silence.

“Aight,” he said, “are you gonna smoke up or are you gonna leave?”

Ellie stared blankly at him.

“Whatever,” he packed the bowl and sighed.

“Jesse, why don’t we try talking?”

“Oh, now you wanna talk,” he jabbed.

“What does that mean?”

“It means I said smoke up or get the hell out!”

She looked hurt but nodded. She told herself she couldn’t blame him for what he said now, she couldn’t hold his illness against him. But having someone you love repeatedly attack you is hard to ignore.

“Okay,” she stood up, “call me if you need anything.”

“I told you what I need,” he looked up at her, one of his legs splayed out and the other bent, looking like a kid in his pajamas. “I need you to stop acting like my mom and light the fuck up.”

“I can’t.”

“Then leave.”

“Alright.”

She opened the door and looked back at him once, concerned. He rolled his eyes and threw the plastic bag full of weed at her.

“Fuck you, get rid of it if that’s what you want!”

She caught it almost inadvertently, and trying not to cry shut the door behind her and stood there a moment with her heart in her throat. Finally, she let out a shaky breath and looked at the six or seven grams of weed in her hand. She didn’t want to go back in so she put it in her coat pocket and walked to her car.

***

Jesse texted: I’m better. Sorry about this morning.

She read the text from Jesse while working on the painting that night, after her rounds and a shower. He’d sent it way earlier but she’d been too busy to notice.

El: I’m glad.

After texting him back she lit a cigarette and kept working on the details. It took her a few moments to realize that what was bothering her about it wasn’t something wrong with the composition but with the subject itself. She sighed and took it off the easel, propped it against the wall on the ground and took another drag before setting her cigarette down.

She had a couple more canvases in the hallway closet, she pulled a large square one out and opened a new indigo blue paint for the first coat.

Jess: we cool?

Ellie looked at her phone and without replying set it face down on the counter. She thought back to this morning and realized - she knew he would end up sleeping with Jane. She shouldn’t be too bothered by it - before Jane, she knew a relationship was her call. Yet now that someone else was there it bothered her. If he really felt the same way she did about him, he wouldn’t want anyone else, right? She groaned, picked up the phone and set it down again roughly this time.

She took a last drag of her cigarette, put it out and grabbed a paint brush to start.

***

Jesse was laying on the sleeping bags - back in his bedroom - tangled up with Jane on the ground.

“I uh- really need to get some furniture,” he laughed. They’d just finished having sex, and she turned smiling.

“I suggest you start with a bed.”

Jesse chuckled. His phone pinged. He turned around to find it, tucked away in the pocket of his discarded pants.

Ellie: we’re cool.

“Who is that?” Jane asked.

“Uhh, Ellie,” Jesse hesitated.

“Your best friend? She seemed nice.”

“Yeah, no, she’s great,” he sighed, “I was kind of a dick this morning.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know why,” he turned to face her, “it’s like the more she tries to help the more I get mad. I know she wants what’s best for me, but I wish we agreed on what that was.”

“Hmm. I get that.”

“And you know, she’s gonna flip if she finds out, uh,” he signed with his hands, “about this, I mean.”

“Why?”

Jesse faced the ceiling. After a pause, he shrugged.

“Does she like you?”

“No, no,” he quickly said, “no. Nothing like that. I mean, something like that. She used to. But she’s got this whole life now and - no. No, she doesn’t like me like that.”

“But you used to be together?”

“We uhh, kind of. We tried.”

“How long ago?”

“Long. Before she went off to college.”

“Oh,” Jane nodded, “that’s a while. So why should she flip? Nothing’s happened since and you’re still friends, right?”

“No, yeah, right. Right. I mean maybe more like worry or whatever. I don’t know.”

“Does she think I’ll hurt you?” Jane joked, turning on her belly and tracing her fingers on Jesse’s chest.

“She doesn’t know you.”

“We can fix that.”

***

They were counting money when Ellie pulled up. She still wasn’t used to seeing Jesse’s new car. Back in his old car, it was all crowded with memories. She’d pasted a sticker of one of those cabbage patch dolls on the passenger mirror, they’d kept a book of poems she read him in the glove compartment, and they’d had so much bouncy-sex in parking lots in the back.

She didn’t knock and went inside, just as Walt was picking up something from the floor.

“This isn’t your style,” he greeted her.

“What’s that?” Ellie asked, narrowing her eyes.

Walter was holding an earring with a cross. Jesse quickly took it and slipped it into his pocket.

“Nope,” Ellie said, “not my style. How’re you both doing?”

She tried to act normal. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t expected.

“Alright,” Walt nodded, “how’s your work?”

“All good. Gotta get back soon, I just wanted to uh, drop this off.”

She set down a bag on the floor and dipped out before anything else could be said.

***

Her phone rang a few minutes after she left, while she was still driving on her way to the hospital. Of course it was Jesse.

“Hey,” she tried to sound casual, “what’s up?”

“Uh, hi?”

“Hi.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m good, yeah. You called. Are you okay?”

“I’m - yeah, I’m good. I just wanted to make sure, y’know, that we’re cool.”

“We’re cool, Jess,” she pretended not to understand, “I was just worried about you abusing the shit out of drugs.”

“I meant - I meant with what Mr. White said.”

“What did Walt say?”

“The earring, Ellie!”

She pressed her lips for a moment. “Oh. That.”

“Yeah…”

“Yeah, Jess. We’re fine. I mean,” she shrugged, and tried to sound natural, “we’re new at being friends, yeah. But we both want to make it work and uh, people sleep with people. And they tell their friends. Or, y’know, they don’t always, but, whatever. Friends are cool with their friends having sex, right?”

Silence for a moment and then, “so you’re sure we’re okay?”

“I’m sure, Jess,” she pulled up at her parking spot, “listen, I gotta go, I just arrived at the hospital. But we’re fine. This is how life is, this is how a friendship works, yeah?”

“Alright. Talk later, then.”

“Bye, Jess!” she sounded too cheerful.

“Aight, talk soon, El. Bye.”

***

When she got home that night she instantly opened a bottle of wine and drank straight from it. About halfway through, most of it having been drunk between her shower and smoking in the balcony, her phone went off.

“I told you we’re good, my friend,” she picked up mockingly.

“You’re not gonna like this, but we really need your help,” he sounded out of breath.

“Woah, okay, yeah, what’s up?” she tried to sober up.

“We, uh,” she heard him say something to someone else then press his face back to the phone, “someone got hurt. Not like, badly hurt, but they probably need uh stitches.”

“Was it you? Are you okay?”

“No, I’m fine, someone else.”

“Was it Walt? His skin is probably more sensitive now, his cicatrization processes-”

“El, you don’t know the guy, but can you help?”

“Yes, I can help.”

She heard him say something else to someone on the other side, muffled. She took out a cigarette.

“Are you coming here?” she asked.

“Is it safe?”

“Why would anyone be watching my place?”

“Yeah, we’ll bring him there.”

“‘Mkay,” she smiled at the phone, “see you soon, then!”

About fifteen minutes later, he called again. She’d cleaned up the place a bit and found a first aid kit and some other supplies, sterilized an area of her bathroom. She was smoking a cigarette when he called her.

“You’re here?” she asked, looking down from the balcony.

“Listen, I know no one’s watching, but Walter needs to be home by ten, so,” Jesse explained, “just trust me, please take care of this guy. He’s cool. He’s Badger’s lawyer.”

“You injured a lawyer?”

“He’s not a real lawyer-“ the sound of someone punching him interrupted his words, “hey! Bitch. Fine,” and then to Ellie again, “yeah, it was an accident. He’s being a bitch about it.”

“Whatever, yeah, I’ll fix the lawyer,” she said, “507, Jess.”

“Yeah. Do you want me to come after I drop Walt off?”

“What for?”

Silence. “Okay. Text me when it’s all done.”

“Yep.”

She hung up.

She heard knocking on the door and walked to open it, barefoot across the hardwood floors and the large rug she had in her living room. The man on the other side had a familiar face.

“Oh,” she said, “hmm… yeah. Commercials guy.”

“That’s me,” he smiled, then very obviously checked her out. “Are you a real doctor?”

“Realer than yourself,” she stepped aside to let him in.

She’d put on some clothes, but maybe not enough. She had on an oversized t-shirt and some pj shorts which barely showed. He walked into the apartment and gave it all a look as interested as he’d given her.

“Nice place,” he said, then extended his hand to her, “Saul Goodman.”

“Yes, I guessed,” she ignored his hand and pushed his hair out of his face, looking at the cut on his forehead.

“Yeah, your buddies,” he said, “work hazard, I guess.”

“We don’t get many lawyers for that these days,” she pointed him to the bathroom, “that way.”

“You know, you’re too hot to be a doctor,” he said walking towards the door she’d signaled.

“Thanks.”

“And what is your name?”

“Ellie.”

She walked into the bathroom behind him and tapped the sink twice, as he hopped on.

“Wait,” she said, turning around and letting out a light burp, “sorry.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Barely.”

“Woah,” he grabbed her hand, which was already reaching for his head again, “you can’t suture me while drunk!”

“I’m not drunk and I could do this plastered,” she rolled her eyes and swatted his hand away.

“Jesus, what do these guys think I am? I can’t walk out of here all Frankenstein’s monster!”

“You’ll be fine, shut up,” she grabbed the needle and the thread, “now stop moving or you’ll make it worse.”

He grunted but conceded, biting his tongue for once. The bleeding had subsided enough, but the gash was pretty broad, considering it was on his head.

“Drink some of that if you want,” she pointed to the bottle next to him.

“Is it gonna hurt?”

“Not more than busting it open did.”

“Is it gonna leave a scar?”

“Probably.”

He drank and then she pushed his head back. Because of the uncomfortable positioning, and the fact she was drunk enough not to care, she ended up propping her knee on the sink and pressing herself close to his face. She started the first stitch and he hissed.

“Don’t move,” she mumbled, focused.

She got through the five stitches it took without realizing he was distracting himself by alternating staring at her chest and face. When she was done she jumped down and looked at it from afar.

“Great,” she smiled satisfied and grabbed the bottle, taking a swig, “you’re good to go, then.”

She walked out of the bathroom and threw herself on the couch, realizing how exhausting it’d been to treat someone in this state. She had the bottle in her hand, and with the other she reached out for the remote to turn on the tv.

“Uh,” Saul walked behind her and sat on the edge of the sofa, “so what now? Can I just stay over?”

She gave him a confused, pissed off look.

“I mean your buddies sort of kidnapped me and left my car at my workplace and you can’t drive like this, so,” he shrugged.

She groaned, “I’ll call you a cab.”

“I wouldn’t want to be a problem, you know, I’m just saying, I could very well stay.”

“Cute, but no,” she stood up, walking over to the kitchen counter where she’d left her phone.

“So you’re a doctor and you paint?” she heard him say.

“Occasionally.”

“Which one?”

She ignored him and looked for the cab company in the yellow pages.

“It’s actually beautiful,” Saul said.

“Don’t look at them.”

“I like it. Very Carrington meets Bosch.”

“Why do you know about art?”

“What? Am I just supposed to be a two-dimensional lawyer?”

She ignored him again, dialing the number and calling him a cab. When she hung up he was standing besides her.

“They’ll be here in ten,” she said, “you can wait downstairs.”

“You’re sure I can’t stay?” he looked down at her, putting his hand to her arm.

She looked at his hand and then back at his face.

“Clean the stitches, sleep with your face up and take ibuprofen as needed,” she backed away, “goodnight, Goodman.”

He put his hands up in defeat and walked towards the door, grabbing his suit coat on the way.

“So, uh,” he stopped with his hand on the door handle, “I’ll call you to remove them?”

“They’ll fall by themselves.”

“Oh.”

“Night,” she pressed, glaring at the door obviously.

“Okay,” he opened it, “goodnight, Ellie.”