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matchamorphosis · 4 years ago

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𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐙 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒

・゜ʚɞ ゜・ 𝑎.𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ʚɞ 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 ・゜ʚɞ ゜・

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || you’ve been testing ari’s patience and it’s up to him to put you straight— even if it’s going to be your first real punishment.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 || smut with plot

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || daddy!ari levinson × little![black//woc]fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 5.7K — oof i’m sorry

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 18+ nsfw, ddlg lifestyle and dynamics, daddy kink, extremely bratty reader, big mean daddy!ari, punishment, cursing, spankings, pussy slapping, some steamy scenes, spilt apple juice, a ruined Care Bear’s coloring page, use of nickname: muffin//muffin cake — MINORS DNI || 18+ INTERACTION ONLY —

𝐰. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 || my head was spiraling out of control and I felt bratty + missed my daddy!ari nonnie so I wrote this :): planning on making much more ddlg scenarios like these because they always seem like such a hit and i have so much fun writing them! anyways I hope you cherubs enjoy this! ♡

↬ p.s || do not repost or plagiarize my work on any other fanfic platform such as: wattpad, ao3, tumblr, etc or plagiarize my work all together. do so and i will rip your spine from your scumy asshole and shove it down your talentless throat. ♡♡♡

it all started with a simple question.

the simplest of simple questions you know the right answer to. neverminded the fact that the supreme authority in the house, Ari Levinson, would still call you a big dumb baby if you’d answer correctly.

today was not the best day for you to endure one of your aggressively bratty tantrums he says you’re to old to commit — just as well as it wasn’t the best day for you to exclaim your snappy clever remarks he insisted you’re to little to speak of and understand.

you’re either his big girl or his little girl and no in-between’s.

today ignited something in you, lit a measly match that trailed a kerosene path he didn’t dare think fast enough to put out critically. Ari was too slow to realize the build up and now he’s facing the burning fire that’s practically charring the good nature that was usually your morally-correct actions and behavior.

today you just didn’t feel like being good.

simple as that.

however no matter what you did you wouldn’t win, not on daddy’s watch.

glossy black Mary Janes kick the air in a fiery frenzy, folded arms shielding your face as you sob into the pink fluffy play rug. it’s laying underneath your arts and crafts table and of course your thrashing petite body that’s spiraling in the tantrum.

muffled curses and melodramatic wails fill the pink playroom and the cause of this brat fit was the man at the opposite end of the table. no more than a foot away from you, thick muscled arms crossed over his navy blue polo chest. tapping his foot against the floor impatiently, waiting for your tantrum to end he holds the plastic package of goldfish grahams he took from you.

it wasn’t a good decision to ease your previous brattiness with the brownie baked cookies. of course he couldn’t help but give into your sweet tooth if that meant for you to calm down. although Ari didn’t expect you to finish all the sugary goldfish in your snack bowl in the ten minutes you were out of supervision.

additionally, he didn’t see it coming at all when he left you at that to sip from your juice box and snack on the chocolate goldfish while you colored perfectly in between the bolded lines. all so he could finish some paperwork but not until finding you ten minutes after with the whole package at the account of checking in on you.

the sight of your hand in the bag greedily grabbing the graham goldfishes and shoving them into your mouth was a damn sight to see. even when he secretly hid it in the highest and secret, kept out of eyesight corner of the pantry closet— you somehow retrieved it and smuggled it back in your playroom.

the confiscated, nearly-empty package is now in his fisted grasp. Ari cannot believe the shade of anger and disappointment breaking unknown levels of his calming limits.

words cannot describe the irritation inflaming his mind, you’re suppose to be his good little girl.

his precious little starlet who behaved and acted accordingly but instead he has a brat screaming ass up and face down into the play rug. crying her bug head off because he took your spoiling sugary snack from you that he shouldn’t have given in the first place.

rolling his eyes at the scene in front of him, his blue hues lock on your baby lotion thighs that your tiny purple argyll mini skirt reveals. cotton thigh highs adorned with purple bows at the frilly cuffs that match the small silk ones braided into your hair he helped design, capture his eye.

ever since this morning your attitude has been off and not only did it confuse Ari but it confused you to at first. until you slowly grew into liking the devious part that was hidden inside you for so long that maliciously appeared when you woke up on the naughty side of the bed.

from Ari getting you out of bed, giving you your routine bath, arranging your outfit and getting your hair ready. as well as eating breakfast, you pouted and grumbled the whole time but Ari was still so soft and patient with you. it made your heart gooey but you were craving his mean side.

so after you two got ready and started your separate chores and hobbies for the day, you were slowly working your way to anticipating Ari get mean with you. just like your magic always worked wonders, he did get mean. scolded at you when you were in the middle of reading your book, raising his voice just a slight at you that you did all your chores wrong and haven’t even completed some.

it was scary just for minute that he even had a hint of anger in his voice but damn did you enjoy the wetness in your panties at the same time when he ordered you to do them fully and correctly. until finally what he believed would be the end to your brattiness, nap time arrived.

thankful for it as he started lunch, thinking that when you’d wake up he would recognize his well mannered princess but what he didn’t expect would happen afterwards as he woke you up that you were more crankier than before.

the two of you had your lunch of toasty grilled cheese, thick tomato soup and chicken salad. you were still moody and cranky when you sat down in your pastel chair with the wooden pink painted words of princess displayed on the crest rail.

of course he looked at you as if a mountain troll was stealing his princesses throne because he didn’t recognize the pout pulling at your full glossy lips. the scrunched brows making a dramatic impression that married well with your anger inflicted face that spoiled your pretty facial features.

as much as your daddy thought you looked adorable being cranky, every little thing seemed to tick you off. you had a problem with everything that could either easily be fixed or was out of your hands.

the grilled cheese wasn’t cut in the shapes that you wanted, he placed the cheesy slices in your wrong disney princess plate, you didn’t want to eat your greeny nasty salad, you wanted another cup of sprite. which you were neglected of because ari had a limit set for you from not drinking anything more than the amount your tiny hello kitty cup provided.

and most importantly you wanted to have Lulubelle, your tangerine teddy bear, to eat at the table.

of course he fixed his first two mistakes but you knew better than to argue against and ask for anything that went against the rules. instead of putting you to a corner, he set up another option.

encouraged you to eat your greens to set a good example for your stuffies. replaced the second cup of sprite you wanted with a juice box of your choice and placed Lulubelle on one of the living room couches telling you she will wait for you to finish eating and washing your hands.

but even with those resolutions there were major bumps and outbursts.

you played with your food by smacking your spoon against the soups surface which caused little splatters of red dots across the glossy cherry oak table and grumbled under your breath as you picked off the crust of the grilled sandwich.

flicking it with the swiftness of your two inch acrylics, the pieces landing in Ari’s soup or hair.

it was as if you were set on getting on his nerves because damn right you were.

rolled your eyes and silently mimicked his mouth when he ordered you to stop. deviously giggled when the funny vein on his forehead that only bulged out when he was really mad at you was potentially going to pop out.

a smirk playing your lips when the corner of your eye caught every clench of his fist when you would hit the table leg obnoxiously as you slurped your soup. misbehaved yet did what he ordered you to when you believed his attention was back on his own food.

it was a very long lunch and as much as he thought he was going to snap at you and put you in your time out chair that was rarely used because you never ever acted like this, he left you to wash up as he cleaned up after lunch.

you would normally help him with cleaning the table or giving him any dirty dishes for him to clean when he was busy at the faucet. but he allowed you to run off into the living room and play with your stuffed bear in whatever todays make belief adventure the two of you were on.

cleaning up was easy since he only had to clean the bowls, plates and utensils the two of you ate with but it wasn’t until he started to clean the table did he notice all the soup drops against the cleaning plastic as well as the chunky pieces of lettuce, tomato, and bread crusts under the table around your chair.

Ari was close to exploding, because he taught you better then to throw food and waste it but he gave himself a breath, counted to ten and made sure to make a mental note tonight. after your special cartoon marathon, he’d have a very important talk to you about food waste and how wrong it was.

so after cleaning up and warning the two of you were going to have a talk tonight, he settled you in your playroom since it was a room away from his office. Ari never felt comfortable or secure with leaving you all alone downstairs without someone watching over you.

adjusting and nestling the baby monitor on one of your teddy bears heart strap, he placed the stuffed bear near your arts and crafts table. even if you were glaring at him for doing so, you weren’t a baby. although as usual, your daddy shushed at you and placed a kiss at your temple that made you silent as you pulled out your coloring books from your big wooden weaved basket with a grumble.

Ari knew you despised the baby monitor but he made it a priority to place it near you at all times when he wasn’t near. even if the meeting was only going to be around fifteen minutes, your daddy wasn’t going to narrow down the possibilities of something going wrong.

after settling your desired snacks when you remind him that it’s snack time, Ari settled your juice box that he already pierced the straw through the tin foiled hole and your brownie goldfish in your hello kitty snack bowl halfway. checked his watch knowing he had to attend the virtual meeting in less than a few minutes.

kneeling down at your level as you munched on the fish shaped cookies and colored in a fluffy cloud a Care Bear was sleeping on. pulled you into a hug and pressed a kiss to your temple, “Daddy is going to be working in his office princess. can you behave like a good girl until daddy’s done with his meeting?”

the smile that was on your face disappeared, you didn’t want daddy to go and leave you alone!

I mean what was more important than sitting and watching you color? have you feed him the chocolatey goldfish and draw pretty sparkly hearts and shooting stars for him?

“Daddy I don’t want you to go! can the work wait?” you whine but Ari shook his head with a sigh, standing up to your dismay. peering down at you as you glare up at him.

“no the work can’t wait, muffin. it’ll only be twenty minutes and after Daddy does the work he’ll be back here. helping you color a page from your coloring book, how does that sound?” the soft lowness of his voice didn’t leave room for you to bite back an aggression but only nod.

“yes Daddy I would really like that.” Ari smiled to himself at that, thinking that your brattiness has finally come to an end as he left your room.

oh how wrong he was when he arrived back once the meeting was over.

Ari literally caught you with your hand in the cookie jar and you didn’t even look ashamed at all. not stuttering trying to explain your faultless contribution to this crime-like action.

to add onto the shock, when he snatched the bag just full of five goldfishes and crumbs did you start to cry and spiral into you tantrum even when he said nothing yet.

now we are here five minutes later.

with Ari looking down at your still continuing tantrum but noticing it’s lessening with your kicks and whines.

the only thing he feels is disappointment.

not only were you ruining your chances of watching the annual cartoon marathon the cable TV’s going to premiere later on tonight— that he allowed you to stay up to after relentless begs and your good behavior from previous weeks before — but you completely spoiled your appetite for dinner.

your favorite meal he made specially to go along with the cartoon marathon but now watching your tantrum become even more relentless Ari is confirming that you most definitely will not participate in it. maybe even cut your day short once you complete your night routine after dinner and make you head straight to bed.

“are you done being a brat now?” Ari, you’re soft daddy bear snapped viciously.

however you’re still letting out whines and sniffs as you reveal your red teary eyes from the carpet. the sight of them makes him want to drop the bag, kneel down and scoop you in his arms. kiss your face and tell you he’s sorry that he took the cookies away from you, but he can’t.

Ari cannot let this tantrum slide and give you what you want no matter how much it hurts his heart he isn’t trying to calm you down himself in the security and warmth of his arms around his little one.

he needs to put his foot down.

and it serves him right, because once latching your eyes on your mean Daddy’s austere blues you grab your white tiger stuffie nearby. covering your tear stricken face within the faux white fur with a gritted and bratty hmph!

it was infuriating how your Daddy had to take all the things you wanted away from you. obviously you didn’t have a say in anything cause you were suppose to be his good girl but why continue to act good now when you know you’re Daddy is going to ruin the only thing that you’ve been anticipated since the beginning of December?

today approximately around eight o’clock on the dot the big people channel you were forbidden to watch from was going to premiere all your favorite holiday cartoons. The Powerpuff Girls, Scooby Doo, Charlie Brown, Looney Tunes, and the various vintage episodes of nostalgic Mickey Mouse.

if all went wrong as you went down with your ship you could watch some of the holiday issued tapes of Strawberry Shortcake and Winnie the Pooh on your vcr but it wasn’t as often you would have access to the other cartoon specials you enjoyed premiering their limited episodes at the touch of a remote and Ari knows this!

your big mean Daddy knows how much you’ve been looking forward to it but he’s probably going to instead send you off to your secluded bed in the separate room he sends you to when he was to furious to have you sleep with him in your shared big king bed after dinner.

belly full of your favorite food that’s going to stir badly in your stomach as you shift under your warm covers restless because it wouldn’t be your goddamn bedtime. only having the single company of your golden fairy nighty nightlight and the only stuffie he’d allow you to cuddle for the night.

it makes you want to explode because you know how this is going to end but you’re head is to tired to even say anything in retaliation or beg him not to reconsider.

but maybe… if you think up something quick to throw him off it’ll buy you enough time to behave and show him you could be good.

even though you screamed all the naughty no-no words Ari would have you over his lap in a second if you even thought of them. throat sore and red eyes stinging from crying so damn much and rubbing your closed eyelid fiercely against the play rug and stuffie.

a plan is concocting in your mind, nothing devious but it will have its dose of your witty pettiness and unholy brattiness.

daddy won’t suspect a thing, you thought as you stopped your sniffs and cries.

wiped your tears with the cashmere sleeve of your cropped lavender cardigan as you got up from your sprawled position. patted your argyle patterned skirt down to smooth out any wrinkles and got back to work on the arts and crafts table.

and your plan is beginning to work because it does take Ari by surprise when you get up from your pathetic little position. the purple argyle skirt now fully covering your bum, he knows you’re ignoring his stern stare when you scoot your knees back to the small crafts table.

continuing to color from your coloring book as if nothing happened.

Ari scoffs to himself, what kind of mind game were you playing on him?

“what do you think you’re doing muffin?” Ari spoke and for once you stare back at him. eyes slightly red as evidence of your crying, they’re calm now as they meet his.

“nothing Daddy, i’m just coloring,” you spoke, the crayon in your hand shading in a midnight sky. Ari continues to stare down until he takes the crayon from you— but what he doesn’t expect is that when he snatches the crayon from you he accidently knocked over your apple juice box.

the mellow yellowish liquid spills onto your crayon box, containing the limited edition colors you prized. soaking your beloved coloring tools with the sticky juice; it made your bottom lip tremble as you quickly grab the slightly soggy box. you let out a whine as you feel tears spring in your eyes.

the unintentional incident and your heartbroken state almost has Ari yet again stumbling to fix what wasn’t really his fault. leaving the room to get paper towels and a cleaning spray.

coming to terms with this, you’re surprised to find the casualty of your crayons diverting the attention away from you and onto something else.

maybe if you kept this up, eight o’clock would come and he’d have nothing else to do then allow you to have your cartoon marathon.

you thought as you tapped a single finger to your peachy cheek in thought.

all you had to do was put him in situations that would conflict him into think it was initially his fault therefore guilting him into giving you what you wanted!

then you’d be set on the living room rug with a plate of your favorite food on your lap. a stuffie at your hip and looking up at the tv as the credits for the first cartoon of the night rolled in.

quickly finding some Lysol wipes and tissues in the playroom you clean up the mess and the cardboard crayon box as Ari’s loud footsteps come closer and closer.

swiftly disposing them in the craft trash basket and settled in your cushion seat before he arrived in the doorway with his arms full of cleaning supplies. when Ari stepped back into the room he was surprised to find you already cleaned up the mess and properly sitting as you continued coloring.

twirling a braided lock of purple silk bowed hair around your finger. figuratively showing how much you were controlling those dominant Daddy instincts of his he wasn’t going to have you get your way.

you still need to come to terms of all the wrongs you committed today and if all goes well he’d decide if you could attend to that cartoon marathon. “muffin?” Ari spoke and on que your head lifts up, your pearly white smile so tender and innocent as if you weren’t messing with mind to get whatever you wanted.

meaning excuse all the trouble you got yourself into.

“yes Daddy?” voice soft and perky as you settle the crayon on the table, he catches you sitting up straighter. elbows resting on the table and arms pressing close to your chest to pronounce your plump cleavage the top three un-buttoned piece of your cardigan displayed.

the delicious sight has him licking his lips, wanting to throw you over his shoulder with the loud and rough slaps to your ass and take you to your room. throwing you on the bed and rip every little piece of clothing off of you.

—but that’s what you want him to do, you want to have him distracted from the task at hand. especially when the task is putting you in your place and marginalizing your chances of watching the night special of holiday cartoons.

“what do brats get?” that question has you dropping your eyes from his to stare blankly at the coloring book and lined arrange of crayons in front of you.

did you want to answer him correctly or did you not want to answer at all?

the options where bouncing in your head but you didn’t realize Ari’s still waiting for you to answer when you ignored the question. picking up a crayon and colored in a Care Bear as if he didn’t ask you anything at all.

“muffin are you listening to me?” Ari sighs, tone no longer the softness as a few minutes ago and no longer bearing the same patience as before.

it doesn’t match your inattentive focus, you’re still coloring and teasing him. the sleeve of the tight periwinkle cardigan slipping off your shoulder, showing more of your rich skin that Ari wants to kiss and mark with his lips.

shaking his head out of it, telling himself that he was the adult and you were the brat and he was going to— no matter how much you were going to cry — discipline you into obedience and get his well behaved muffin back.

“i’m going to count to three and if-” he’s cut off when you roll your eyes on him, catching his voice in his mouth like a frog in his throat. Ari’s conflicted entirely and pissed entirely because you’ve never rolled your eyes at him, ever.

so as you persisted to ignore Ari, scribbling one of your multi colored crayons, you have a pink one in your hand. shading in a heart and an idea shines like a lightbulb above his head.

without any warning his large hands snatch the coloring book from under your grasp. the pale purple crayon in your small hand that was once shading in Share Bears fur runs along the whole paper. the sudden climax of running colored wax against moving paper, shocking you to a gasp.

an offended wail excludes from your mouth but Ari is too pissed to feel sympathetic. getting up he holds the coloring book he bought for you during the weekend above his head. somewhat enjoying and taking pleasure as you stand up on your tippy toes and jump to retrieve it with fail.

indeed taking pleasure as he stares down at your full tits bouncing in your comfortable tube top that’s underneath the cardigan. loving your cries and whines as you beg him to give your coloring book back.

eyeing your tiny delicious figure that's far too small to reach the skyscraper height that holds your beloved Care Bears coloring book. it made Ari’s heart melt when you hugged and pressed your kisses all over his bearded face when he gifted you it some day ago but he never thought he’d enjoy taking it away from you.

right now he has to put you in your place and ignore the tightness in his pants to deal with later. “Daddy you ruined my drawing!” your sobs and whimpers proclaim, continuing to jump as your cries became louder and tears become more present.

“you didn’t answer Daddy’s question little one,” he hissed and with that your cries come to an end to just reveal a glare then a smirk.

quitting your attempts of retrieving the coloring book you turn around and walk away. a slight hypnotic flow of your hips and curves making Ari’s eyes train to the plump assets.

“what was the question again?” you sighed tiredly, encouraging the deadly glare your Daddy has on you.

a yawn overcoming you as you hovered your hand over your mouth that makes Ari scoff. glossy lips still bearing cookie crumbs at the corners you stretched, you lick them off and you bite your lip at him.

mocking him in your divine rebelliousness.

letting out little high pitched noises as you arched your back with your hands twined together above your head. again, to emphasize your cleavage, “would it just go in one ear and out the other or would you actually listen and answer like a good girl?” Ari seethed.

you stand there and register it and of course you were heading off the direction you want but maybe you can turn the tables on him. “i’ll be a good girl Daddy, I promise i’ll listen,” voice soft and assured.

Ari cocks his head to the side at that promise, quirking a brow but not breaking the stare he has on his precious angel that’s playing the devil. he’ll put that promise to the test, walking around the small yet wide arts and crafts table he finally stands in front of you.

making you heart thump louder and louder with each step he takes.

crouching down on his knees to face you at your eye level, Ari sees the devilish twinkle in your starlight eyes. waiting for him to ask the question he knows you can answer correctly.

“what do brats get?”

his stern and mean face that always makes you stutter on your own words and trip over your own feet clashes with yours.

of course you can answer correctly, you can but you can’t believe how fun and thrilling it is with not just your growing ego but the wetness growing in between your legs. soaking your lace panties when your hands lift up to trace his bulging biceps through the short sleeved polo.

“treats?”

you whisper, before your hand goes to grasp the bulge of his trousers that he lets out a pleasured hiss. before you can smirk he’s slapping your hand off his trouser covered cock.

and in a blitz of a second you’re squeaking out a squeal as Ari grabs you by your arm. dragging you to the rocking chair resting near your bookshelves of thick hardcover storybooks and sits in the cushion seat before throwing you over his lap.

whines and cries getting louder when Ari lifts up the tiny argyle skirt to reveal your ass. tummy squirming against his lap he pulls gently at your hair to lift it up.

“keep squirming and i’ll add another five to the twenty you already have,” he hisses but you still can’t believe everything has lead to this.

Daddy never gave you spankings.

never gave you physical punishments before but as much as you were despising the situation you can’t believe how your slicked core is getting wetter with each second that’s passing. with your Daddy’s large hands caressing your ass cheeks and those thick fingertips teasing your pussy’s slit.

“you’re going to count each spank I give you and after each spank I want you to thank me. no whines, no crying just ‘thank you Daddy’. do you understand me?”

Ari’s deep low voice above you rumbling your core like thunder on a dark stormy night. only leaving you to whimper in fear as you nod but were caught off guard when he landed a loud swift slap! to your ass. causing you to gasp in pain.

“yes!” you cried but squirmed when he chuckled down at you. leaving you wandering what you did wrong before he landed another spank to the same cheek. causing you to cry out and feeling the honey of your pussy drench your inner thighs.

“what was that? did you even listen to your Daddy?” he hissed as another rough spank crashed onto your ass, “what do you fuckin say?” he practically roared, leaving more tears to drop down the landscape of your dewy face.

“one! thank you daddy!” you wail pathetically, tears soaking your cheeks, you knew your Daddy is doing what was best for you but you couldn’t help but want to squirm away from his grasp.

catching you doing so he grips your neck in his grasp. “don’t you fuckin run from me now muffin, you acted like a brat so i’m gonna treat you like a fucking brat. we have one down and nineteen to go, don’t disappoint me,” Ari seethed before grasping your panties and pulling them off you.

by pulling off he ripped them at the area that covered your ass, marveling at the wetness of not just the panties but your pussy as well. “my muffin got worked up misbehaving? you get your dumb cunt wet when you disrespect Daddy’s authority?” he murmurs.

stuttering and attempting to answer the words become inaudible once your lips part at the calloused hands of Ari’s. soaked panties in his hold, he shoves them into your mouth. making you taste your own sweetness as he licks his own fingers from your honey and moans at the tangy palette.

“I thought we established no talking, you really are just a stupid little girl,” as much as his words sprung tears in your eyes you couldn’t help but feel your core burn. clenching your thighs together as result he darkly chuckles at the pathetic action.

his hands grip your thighs to forcibly split them apart, “oh muffin cake don’t distract Daddy now,” he darkly chuckles and before you now it a loud and swift slap hits your wet pussy. making you cry out in pain that’s slowly growing into pleasure.

“you’ve done enough of that for today. right now Daddy’s gonna have to punish you,” his hand that’s still at your cunt rubs it.

the slick of your wetness sounding off creating an erotic echo in the room and just like that he’s slapping your small wet pussy with his rough hand again.

“and no matter how much you cry or squirm or beg me to stop I want you to handle it like the big girl I know you can be. do you understand me?” his growl overcoming your muffled pained whimpers and moans as you feverishly nod your head up and down.

pulling the panties out of your mouth you nod your head, “yes Daddy, I understand,” you whimper after a few hiccups.

you can’t see the smirk plastered on his face but you can see his risen hand in the air from the corner of your dress up hand mirror. angled on the floor to capture the moment, shuddering when it disappears from the mirrors image you feel the rough spank at your cheek.

not as rough and angry as the first three but still enough that it stings tremendously, “two, thank you Daddy,”

“that’s what I like to hear muffin,” Ari smirks before getting back to work.

your Daddy continued to give you your deserved spankings, your ass bruised and sore by the time he was finished and was satisfied with each one you counted and thanked him for.

praised you for not squirming even when you wanted to as he covered your ass with the thin material of your skirt.

“you did so well muffin cake. handled and took your punishment like the good girl I knew you could be,” he whispered lovingly in your ear m as he carried you to both your shared bedroom to rub some soothing lotion on your sore bum.

“thank you Daddy. I-i’m so sorry I was so bad today,” you whimpered as chocked hiccups become more unbearable. eyes swelling up with tears and a little sob erupting from your mouth. Ari shushes it by taking your face in his hands and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“it’s okay baby, I promise everything is okay. no matter how bad you act always know, always know that Daddy still loves you. i’ll always love you muffin cake, that’s forever.” those soft blue hues lace with yours and you truly do feel at ease.

nodding your head at his soft supportive assertion, his forehead pressed to yours and your noses rubbing tenderly against each other. making you giggle and he grins as he laughs with you before setting you down on the bed.

Ari rubs the soothing cold lotion against your bum, continuing to shower you with divine praises, sweet appreciations and heart warming adorations that made your peachy cheeks sore from your never-ending smile.

afterwards he gently carries you in his arm downstairs heading to the living room. telling you how you and him were going to fix the coloring page he ruined as snuggle you face into his neck. large bunny stuffie in you locked armed connection he settles you down on the couch.

grabbing the fluffy throw blanket draped on one of the other couches he grabs it and wraps your lower half in it. giggling as he tucks it around your sides to make sure you’re nestled nice and warm, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Ari glances down to his watch with a soft smile, clutching the remote on the coffee table he turns the TV on.

smirking at your confusion when he goes on the channel that’s minutes away from airing the cartoon marathon.

“Daddy what are you doing?” your hushed voice catches his ears, Ari turns his head over his shoulder at you looking up at him with those conflicted doe eyes.

“i’m letting my muffin watch her cartoons. Daddy knows you’ve been waiting a month to watch them and daddy knows his princess deserves it,” his soft smile only but eludes your guiltiness.

“but i’ve been really bad today. b-bad girls don’t get TV time. they don’t get to watch cartoons,” you sob as tears began to fall once more but they’re quickly wiped away at Ari’s warm hands, cooing you into calming down.

“Daddy knows you’ve been bad today, but you proved to Daddy that you were good at handling your punishment. bad girls don’t get TV time, you’re right, but bad girls who take their punishments well and understand what they did wrong get TV time. because they’re no longer bad girls,” he smiles and you smile as well, leaning in for a kiss he accepts.

“there’s only a couple of minutes left before the premiere starts. Daddy’s gonna be in the kitchen starting dinner, if you need anything just call Daddy’s name out okay?” he whispers and you nod your head, shifting attentively on the couch to get into a comfortable position.

smiling to yourself as you pull your bunny plushie closer when the commercials end and the beginning credits to How The Grinch Stole Christmas starts to roll in.

you come to a solid conclusion.

no matter how you get in your bratty fits that your Daddy is going to forever love you. and no matter how stern Daddy is and how angry you are at him, you’re forever going to love him.

and no spanking or ruined drawing is ever going to change that!

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melohax · 5 years ago

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Non-Byleth Gay/Lesbian Paired Endings

Reposted cus tumblr ate the previous post??? For some reason??

I’ve seen lots of people on tumblr who don’t know about this yet so Reminder that paired endings between students in Three Houses are a thing, ranging from the expected hetero options to wonderfully gay pairs.

Without spoiling the content of the supports or the text of the endings, here’s some of the gayest/most sapphic paired endings I’ve found so far:

Guys:

Caspar/Linhardt: Ikesoren. They’re pretty much Ikesoren except much more lighthearted and with this Soren being taller than his Ike lol. I’m pretty sure these two are a deliberate nod to Ikesoren with how similar their endings are.

Caspar/Ashe: Although this one reads a bit different cus of the wording, I almost kinda wonder if Ashe is the “Ranulf” to Caspar’s “Ike”.

Dimitri/Dedue: Beautifully worded and wholesome, probably the most openly gay male pair the game has. The ending has a touch of sadness in it but is still super soft and sweet, brimming with tenderness and devotion. Their A support has some very touching, precious moments as well. Highly recommend these supports + ending.

Dimitri/Felix: Overall kinda angsty and intense with somber, darker supports but still a good and well written ending, just a bit melancholic in its implications. Even with the angst of the text, their joint ending expands a bit on how deep Felix’s softer feelings for Dimitri are beyond what their supports show (without having Felix’s tsundereness getting in the way) and implies an extremely deep bond was made over the years that was obvious to everyone around them.

Sylvain/Felix: Needs special requirements to happen but if fulfilled, its probably the most overtly gay of the male paired endings after Dimitri/Dedue. The A support is split up in two parts (so it’s basically a branch with A and A+ supports) and the second part really pleasantly surprised me with how cute and heartfelt it was. The wording in their ending slide gives this pair a very “fated/meant to be” vibe that not even explicitly romantic hetero endings give so I definitely recommend trying this one too.

Hubert/Ferdinand: One I personally did not expect at all but boy does it really deliver. They get so close to each other that it’s even mentioned that Edelgard herself feels jealous of how great their relationship is. Their supports are adorable and they get all flustered and cute around each other. Very quality gay, highly recommend as well.

Girls:

Dorothea/Petra: Sweet paired ending in which they are very openly girlfriends and they don’t give a fuck about what anyone thinks of their relationship. Dorothea is a bi icon and honestly pretty much all of her pairings with women are just good food.

Dorothea/Edelgard: Not Dorothea’s most sapphic ending but definitely one of Edelgard’s. Dorothea lays it on thick in their supports and makes her crush on Edelgard very obvious.

Dorothea/Manuela: Age gap. They end up very openly in love and very happy together though.

Edelgard/Manuela: Age gap. Still one of Edelgard’s most overt paired endings with women that makes sure to specify neither she nor Manuela ever married men.

Mercedes/Anette: These two have around a 6 year age gap and they’re more like just BFFs before the timeskip maybe because of it but it’s made pretty obvious that they end up having a much deeper relationship later on in life.

Catherine/Shamir: Their ending together is not overtly open about the nature of their relationship BUT their supports are seriously sapphic af so with that in mind, I think they absolutely are in lesbians together in their ending and not simply as business partners.

There’s maybe more paired endings like these but these are all the ones I know of that are the gayest. Share/reblog to sail a ship and you can add more in the notes if you know of more.

Edit: https://melohax.tumblr.com/post/186750508236/sylvainfelix-is-even-gayer-in-japanese Adding this post by nanigma about how the localization down toned the gayness of supports. They’re actually even gayer in Japanese!

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crazy-moko · 4 years ago

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Boyfriend (Beta): Sagisaka Shu (SSR) - Planetary Chocolate

CV: Sakurai Takahiro

Proofreaders: ~ Mizu 水野はな ~

Heroine name: Takamiya Akane

IMPORTANT: Under a friend’s suggestion, I will be reposting my old translation of Boyfriend (Beta) from my blogspot on this tumblr as well. Only the ones I have posted of course. But I will change a few things here and there. Looking at my blogspot again, I see everything was terribly made and some things were hard to read. I did this translation years ago so the quality might be bad. I didn’t change much either.

TRANSLATION UNDER CUT

Like a Couple’s Relationship

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Chapter 1

Takamiya Akane: (Hmm, where’s the next lesson’s notes…… found it)

Sagisaka Shu: --Akane. Can we talk?

Takamiya Akane: Ah, Sagisaka-kun. It’s rare for you to visit my class. What’s wrong?

Sagisaka Shu: Do you have any plans next Thursday after school?

Takamiya Akane: If you’re talking about next Thursday…… it’s the 14th. No, I have nothing planned.

Sagisaka Shu: If you’d like, do you want to go together to this?

Takamiya Akane: This is the Valentine’s day Illumination Event flyer……?

Sagisaka Shu: Yup. It seems like it will be held at the central park for a few days. The guy from the editorial department from my previous job had work so he gave me his couple’s ticket to the event.

Takamiya Akane: I see. Wow, there’s a mini live concert on the 14th, and a workshop too. It looks fun…… Ah, but―― This is a Valentine’s event right? Are you fine going to the event with me? It’s a special day after all, isn’t it better if you spend it with your precious person……?

Sagisaka Shu: To me, you are a precious person. That’s why I want to go with you.

Takamiya Akane: (Eh, does he mean…… Ah, I see. He meant it as a precious friend) Thank you for inviting me. If you’re fine with it, please let me go with you.

Sagisaka Shu: That’s great. Since the event starts in the evening, on the 14th, shall we go home from school temporarily and meet up again after that?

Takamiya Akane: I agree. That way, we’ll be able to leave our stuff. *Giggles* I really look forward to it. (Ah, I should bring along chocolates later to thank him for the ticket)

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Chapter 2

Sagisaka Shu: It’s as the weather forecast predicted, it’s great that the sky is clear.

Takamiya Akane: *Giggles* I feel the same way. ――Ah, which reminds me, thank you for today. Even though it’s cold, you went out of your way to meet me at my house…….

Sagisaka Shu: We met up late because of me so please don’t worry about it.

Takamiya Akane: If I remember correctly, you said you were at the astronomy club’s meeting.

Sagisaka Shu: Yes. It was suddenly decided this morning. Since it was an important meeting, the club president told me that I should definitely attend, I couldn’t refuse……. After the meeting ended, I went home to get the tickets, but it was already late. Actually, I wanted to reach the meeting place earlier and take a look around but……

Takamiya Akane: It couldn't be helped since you had club activities. You need to change into warmer clothes as well, and since the event had just started, I believe that there is still so much more for us to enjoy.

Sagisaka Shu: Yeah, you’re right……. But Akane, I always thought of spending more time together with you even for a little while longer.

Takamiya Akane: Sagisaka-kun……. (That means, he has fun whenever I’m with him, right? I’m really happy that that he thought about it that way)

Takamiya Akane: Ah, I see it. ――Wow, it’s beautiful……!

Sagisaka Shu: It is really is……. I’ve come to this park many times but somehow, it looks like a completely different place today. I’m so glad that I came to see this with you.

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Chapter 3

Takamiya Akane: ――Weird? Those people over there, are they perhaps TV station crew……?

Sagisaka Shu: Since they’re holding cameras and microphones, they probably are. This event is even featured in the magazines so they are probably here to collect data.

Takamiya Akane: (Wa-, my eyes met the female reporter’s eyes)

Reporter: I immediately found a lovely couple. Let’s hear what they have to say!

Takamiya Akane: (Eh, co-, couple!? Is she referring to us……!?)

Reporter: Good evening! Please let us know your thoughts on the illumination.

Sagisaka Shu: Eh? Well…… I think it’s beautiful. Besides, I’m really enjoying myself. It’s probably because I’m watching it with my special person.

Reporter: Special person is it……?! Both of you are really lovey-dovey aren’t you!

Takamiya Akane: Tha-, that’s not it, our relationship is noth-……!

Reporter: Mr. Boyfriend, which part of your girlfriend do you think is the most charming?

Sagisaka Shu: Well…… I like her cuteness and her kindness――plus, the part where she always smiles as she listens to me speak, I think that it’s great.

Takamiya Akane: (Be-, being praised in such a straightforward way is kind of embarrassing…... The interview somehow ended but…...) I-, in the end she thought of us as a couple throughout the interview.

Sagisaka Shu: Yeah…… Now that I think about it, she mentioned the word “couple” when she called out to us. I don’t particularly mind and I don’t mind being mistaken as a couple if it’s with you.

Takamiya Akane: (Sa-, Sagisaka-kun sometimes say amazing things without realising it)

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Chapter 4

Takamiya Akane: The mini live concert was amazing.

Sagisaka Shu: Yeah. Where shall we go nex――, ah, it’s already this late…….

Takamiya Akane: Ah, it really is. Somehow it felt like time just flew by. But, I had a lot of fun――…….*sneezes*!

Sagisaka Shu: Akane, perhaps you’re cold?

Takamiya Akane: Yup. We’re always staying outside after all and my fingers feel really cold……. I should’ve brought out my gloves. Ah……. (Sagisaka-kun is wrapping my hands with his…...)

Sagisaka Shu: It really is cold……. Your hands feel like ice. I would lend you my gloves but I didn’t wear them today as well…… I know. If we do it this, it will warm you up a little.

Takamiya Akane: (Omg, Sagisaka-kun stuffed my hands into his pockets……!?)

Sagisaka Shu: ――Your hands, are really small. Somehow, they make me want to protect them.

Takamiya Akane: (*Whimpers*, in this situation, we look like an actual couple…...)

Sagisaka Shu: It looks like it’s almost closing time. It’s late as well so I’ll send you home.

Takamiya Akane: Eh, but for you to go that far, I’d feel bad.

Sagisaka Shu: I’m sending you home because I’m worried. Can't I ……?

Takamiya Akane: Sagisaka-kun…… thank you. In that case, I’ll have you send me home. (It gets really dark in the neighbourhood around this time too…... As I thought, it’s better if I don’t return home alone)

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Chapter 5

Takamiya Akane: Thank you for today, Sagisaka-kun. I’ll be fine around he――*scream*! (A bicycle rushed out from the corner of the street……!?)

Sagisaka Shu: Akane......!

Takamiya Akane: (Owww…… I fell down as I was trying to avoid the bicycle)

Sagisaka Shu: Are you okay? Sorry, I was about to catch you as you fall but I didn’t make it……

Takamiya Akane: Please don’t worry about it. I’m totally fine….. Leaving that aside, I’m sorry. I can’t involve you in something like th―― wait, Sagisaka-kun, your hand……!

Sagisaka Shu: Hmm? Ah…… Seems like I got cut a little as I fall. But, it’s just a graze so I think it’ll heal on it’s own if I just ignore it.

Takamiya Akane: Bu-, but, if the bacteria gets in, it’d be terrible. We have to disinfect it quickly……! I know. My house is just up ahead and I’ll treat you inside. Shall we go?

Takamiya Akane: Errm, we should wash the wound first then apply the antiseptic. ――Does it sting?

Sagisaka Shu: No, I’m fine.

Takamiya Akane: I’m relieved that it’s a shallow wound. Ah, I’ll stick on a band-aid just in case.

Sagisaka Shu: Ah, thanks. …...Hmm? Come to think of it, your house, it’s really quiet. Is there no one else except us?

Takamiya Akane: Yup. Dad and mom are staying outside to attend a relative’s memorial service…... (No-,now that I think about it, I’m alone together with Sagisaka-kun)

Sagisaka Shu: Akane......? Your face is red, what’s wrong?

Takamiya Akane: Eh? We-,Well, it’s nothing. I’m going to prepare some tea!

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Chapter 6

Takamiya Akane: Here, black tea. It’s hot so be careful. And here, if you’d like…… I prepared some chocolate as a thank you for inviting me out today and for just now.

Sagisaka Shu: Is that so…… thank you. I’m happy. Can I open it?

Takamiya Akane: Yes, of course. Please.

Sagisaka Shu: Ah…… This is that planetary chocolate, right? The orange one is…… Venus. This white one looks like Neptune. Every one of them is beautiful. Somehow, it’s a shame to eat it.

Takamiya Akane: *Giggles* I’m glad you like it. But it’s still chocolate so why not have a taste?

Sagisaka Shu: Ah, that’s true. …… Hmm, it’s really delicious. Moreover, it seems like each planet has a different taste. Would you like to have a taste?

Takamiya Akane: Eh, but it’s the chocolate I prepared for you…...

Sagisaka Shu: It’ll definitely be more fun if two people ate something delicious together.

Takamiya Akane: Re-, really? If that’s the case, I’ll try just one. Wow, there’s a slight coffee taste. It’s delicious…….

Sagisaka Shu: Ah……. Akane, there’s some chocolate near your lips.

Takamiya Akane: Eh, no way, where? I better wipe it o――

Sagisaka Shu: Here. …… It really is good. The coffee tastes delicious as well.

Takamiya Akane: (! Sa-, Sagisaka-kun is licking the chocolate off my lips――!?)

Sagisaka Shu: You’re cute as well when you turn red like that. From now on too, I want to be by your side and observe your various facial expressions.

END

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Note: How is it that I don’t remember a single thing from this story.

#bf_kari #Boyfriend (Beta)#Boyfriend (kari)#ボーイフレンド（仮）#Unofficial Translation #鷺坂柊 #Sagisaka Shu #Sakurai Takahiro #櫻井孝宏

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green-eyeddragonfanfiction · 6 years ago

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A Dance With the Devil: Part 2

Pairing: Incubus!Bucky x Reader Summary: You sold your soul to the devil. Literally. But as far as you’re concerned, every ounce of pleasure Bucky brings you is worth the risk. Warnings: Language, smut, NSFW 18+, unprotected sex, anal play, oral, fingering, filthy porn gifs, blood, blood drinking Word Count: ~a lot I guess idk. Maybe 4k? A/N: This fic is the winner for my 500 follower Fan Pick Fic Celebration! Thank you to everyone who voted, I love you all (even if you did make me write 5k+ words of pure filth). This has little to no plot. Enjoy. *gifs not mine* This has been reposted after my original was deleted in the Great Tumblr Purge 2k18.

Masterlist // The Monster Series Collection // Previous Part

“Yeah, that’s right, baby. You’re such a good girl,” Bucky purred as his cock pumped in and out of your soaking cunt. You mewled against the gag in your mouth, back arching in pleasure at his praise. Your fingers gripped the silky sheets, fighting against the urge to come undone under his expert attention. Your legs quaked with the effort to keep yourself up on your hands and knees.

You’re not allowed to cum until I say so, pet.

His orders were the only thing keeping you from giving into the primal urge. Using the chain leash attached to the collar on your neck, he pulled you onto his cock again and again. As if that wasn’t enough, he slowed down every time he felt you getting close.

It was torture. Pure, delicious torture.

“You take my cock so nice, sweetheart,” he praised, sending a chill straight down your spine. “I wish you could see how well your greedy pussy takes me,” he murmured, eyes glued on the spot where the two of you were connected.

At the thought, your walls clenched around him, causing a deep groan to escape his lips.

You needed him to fuck you harder; needed him deep inside of you, but you knew you’d be punished if you tried to set the pace and your orgasm would only be denied even longer.

“Fuck, Doll. I love it when your cunt hugs my dick like that,” he said, running a hand down your back and over your bouncing ass. You moaned against the ball gag, walls fluttering around his cock again at his filthy praises. He groaned and picked up the pace and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. He leaned forward, yanking your head back slightly by the leash and collar. You could feel his hot breath against your ear. “Hell, babydoll. I’m getting close. Want me to fill you up with my seed, you filthy cock slut?” he murmured as he nibbled on your ear.

You turned your head as much as you could to look at him, nodding fiercely, eyes pleading with his. You needed his cum in you. Needed to feel him release deep inside you while you came hard on his cock.

A few thrusts later you could feel him fast approaching his orgasm. His hips snapped into yours, pace erratic, as he chased his own release. His free hand slipped around you and between your leg, finger tracing lazy circles around your clit. Your hips bucked at his touch and you bit back a scream of pleasure. You were going to-

“Cum for me, Doll,” he whispered into your ear.

And just like that, the tight coil in the pit of your stomach snapped. Your cries were muffled by the gag but your pleasure was evident. Your walls fluttered around Bucky’s cock as he pumped into you, pace brutal, fingers dancing on your clit. He murmured praises and filthy words into your ear and a moment later his hips faltered and he groaned, hips snapping into you once, twice, three times before they stilled. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, painting your walls and filling you up with thick ribbons of cum.

The two of you stayed there for a moment, panting, as you tried to catch your breath. Without pulling out of you, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest. He deftly undid your gag, throwing it onto the floor, and kissed you passionately.

You moaned into the kiss, gasping when he pulled his quickly softening cock from you. You bemoaned its loss and turned to face him, deepening the kiss.

Bucky chuckled at your eagerness, hands roaming down your back. When he reached between your legs and felt the mix of his cum and your juices dripping down your inner thigh he groaned into the kiss, trapping your bottom lip between his teeth before he soothed it with a lick.

He broke the kiss, leaning back to admire you, smirk dancing on his lips. You tried to lean forward to kiss him, but he picked you up as though you weighed nothing and hopped off of the bed. You pouted, but didn’t say anything.

It seems you didn’t need to; he read the disappointment easily on your face and chuckled, placing a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Doll,” he said quietly, breath tickling your cheek. With the hand that wasn’t holding you, he unhooked the leash, tossing it on the bed where it jangled merrily as it settled against the rumpled sheets.

“I’d rather you just get me messier,” you said, looking up at him coyly through your eyelashes.

“Don’t tempt me, Doll. Sin is my thing,” he said, smirking as he kissed you hard on the lips, leaving you breathless. “When was the last time you ate? And, no. My cock doesn’t count,” he said, winking playfully at you.

You scowled at him, pouting. You racked your brain trying to remember, but came up with nothing but debauched memories of you and him together.

He correctly interpreted your silence and smiled ruefully. “See? You need to eat, Doll. But we need to get you cleaned up first,” he said, giving you an absolutely filthy smile that you only had a second to guess at before he hefted you up, setting your thighs on his shoulders. You lost your balance and began to fall backwards, but your back gently hit the wall before you’d made it more than a few inches.

You looked down at him, surprise on your face. “I was expecting a bath,” you said wryly.

He grinned up at you, eyes dark with lust. “And waste all this?” he asked coyly, running a finger through your folds. “Never,” he said quietly, lips ghosting against your fuck-swollen lips.

You shivered at the feeling, hips jutting forward of their own volition as he ran his tongue up your folds in a thick stripe. You sighed, throwing your head back against the wall, and his hands slid under your ass to help support you. One of your hands buried themselves in his hair and tugged gently, pulling him onto your cunt and earning a deep groan from him that you felt all the way in your core.

He lapped eagerly at your combined juices, apparently relishing the way you tasted together. He worked his tongue through your folds, occasionally stopping to suck gently at your sensitive clit. You ground your hips into his face, loving the sensations he was bringing you, but needing more.

“Fuck, James-” you moaned, free hand reaching up to grip desperately onto the door frame behind to you. The sight of him below you, eagerly licking away at his own cum along with your own juices, was perhaps the most sinful thing you’d ever seen him do, and you’d seen him do a lot.

You felt one of his hands sneak closer to your ass. His thumb was soaked from the juices that had trickled down your core and to your ass while he’d been working. He rubbed at your ass gently, thumb working the ring of muscle there until it relaxed.

You knew what was coming, but you still gasped when he slipped his thumb in, pushing it slowly but steadily in as far as it would go.

His mouth worked your clit lightly while he worked; you were so sensitive after your previous orgasm that it didn’t take much to draw pleasure from the swollen bud.

“M-Master! I’m not going to- to last long if-”

He seemed to realize this, too, because his thumb and tongue began to work in tandem, thrusting in and out together. He groaned as a new wave of arousal hit his tongue. He looked up at you, eyes flashing black before returning to their icy blue.

“Cum for me, baby,” he said quickly, mouth leaving you only for a moment before it returned, nose nudging your clit gently as he tongue fucked you, his thumb burying itself deep into your ass.

You came a second later, thighs clamping down on his head, calling his name over and over again. He kept up his fevered pace, carrying you through the waves of pleasure as they racked your body.

When you were done he gently removed his thumb, placed a gentle kiss on your inner thigh, and returned you once again to his arms.

“Thank you, James,” you murmured reverently, thoroughly fucked out.

“Your pleasure is mine, Doll. Anything for you,” he said earnestly, small smile on his lip as he placed a tender kiss on your hair. “Do you want a bath now?” he asked as he walked towards the huge luxury bathroom the two of you shared.

“Only if you join me,” you said salaciously, sending a flirty wink up at him.

He scoffed, wide grin on his lips. “You’re incorrigible,” he said, though his chastising tone was somewhat undermined by the lustful look he gave you.

“So that’s a yes?” you asked as he entered the bathroom and began filling the tub, easily adjusting you in his arms so he wouldn’t have to set you down.

“No, Doll. I’m going to go get some food for you while you’re washing up,” he said, running a finger tenderly over your cheek. Your face fell and you looked away from him, upset.

He sighed and leaned down to kiss you, lips lingering where your mouth was pulled down into a frown. Eventually, his insistent kisses won out and you smiled up at him, temporarily placated.

“I’ll be back soon, alright?” he murmured against your neck, breath warm against your skin.

You hummed your response, carding your fingers through your hair. He gently set you into the now-full bath, leaning over it to kiss you deeply before he pulled away.

He grabbed a fluffy towel from the rack and set it on the edge of the sink where it was within arm’s reach, giving you one last appreciative once-over.

“Enjoy your bath, Doll,” he said. You could tell from the way he was stalling that he didn’t want to leave, either.

“Hurry back please, Buck,” you said, smiling up at him as though he was the most beautiful thing in the universe (and to you, he was).

“Now that I can manage,” he said, throwing you a wink before he took a few steps out of the bathroom and vanished on the spot.

You tried not to sulk at his absence, resolving to make yourself presentable for his return. First order of business: fixing the rats’ nest you called your hair.

Bucky’s POV

Bucky appeared in an alley a few blocks from your favorite restaurant. He looked down and realized he was still naked. While the sexual excitement in the air would be delicious if he walked around naked, he knew he’d attract too much attention. With a snap of his fingers clothes appeared on his body.

Satisfied, he walked out onto the busy New York street, making a beeline for the restaurant. The quicker he got your food, the quicker you’d finish eating and the quicker the both of you could get back to more pleasurable activities.

Bucky hated the hunger. He was always hungry nowadays. You were delicious, but he couldn’t ever take his fill of you, or you’d almost certainly die. You hadn’t noticed yet, but you’d been losing your strength slowly while you were with him. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to stay with you before-

“Hey, stranger,” came a sultry voice from just a few feet behind him.

Bucky heaved out a sigh and didn’t bother turning around. He knew that voice.

“What do you want, Natasha?” he asked the succubus wearily.

She caught up to him and fell into step beside him, peering up at him curiously. “Not lookin’ so hot there, pal,” she said, studying Bucky through her long lashes.

“None of your business, Nat,” he said grumpily, opening the door to the Chinese restaurant.

“So you won’t mind if I tell Steve where you are?” she said nonchalantly, smirking when Bucky froze for a second.

“This is none of that damn punk’s business,” Bucky growled under his breath, not bothering to hide his anger now that Natasha had already gotten a reaction out of him. He took his place at the end of the line, determinedly not looking at her.

“Well you should know that little witch- the one you stole your pet from- went to him for help, and you know how fallen angels can be-”

“I didn’t steal her,” Bucky said, glowering at Natasha out of the corner of his eye. “She made the deal of her own free will. You know the rules,” he spat.

“Well the witch can’t come after you, but Steve sure can. And with her help, he can actually find you… And you don’t seem strong enough to stop him at present,” she said, smirking as she looked him up and down.

“Fuck off, Nat,” Bucky said venomously before he coached his face back into something resembling neutrality and gave the man behind the counter your order.

“You’re welcome for the warning, big boy,” Natasha whispered in his ear. Bucky’s eye twitched but otherwise made no sign he’d heard her.

By the time he turned around with the receipt, Natasha was gone.

He groaned in frustration, running a hand down his face. “Fuck,” he muttered angrily, willing himself not to take his anger out on bystanders.

They couldn’t have you. He wouldn’t let them take you from him.

Steve and Wanda’s POV

“You’re sure this will work?” Steve asked warily, eyeing the map as though it had committed murder.

“It will… unless he took her to hell or killed her,” Wanda said, wincing at the thought. It was her fault you were in this situation and she’d do everything in her power to ensure you’d get out of your deal and away from that demon.

“She’s still alive,” came a voice from behind them. They both spun, Wanda’s fingertips alight with red energy, Steve dropping into a combat stance, a shield of corrupted energy appearing in front of him. “Calm down, I’m not here to fight,” Natasha said, smiling salaciously at them.

“Succubi don’t fight,” Steve said knowingly, glaring at the red-haired demoness.

Her grin widened at that, her teeth flashing in the gloom of Wanda’s room. “Point taken. I’m not here to suck your souls out through your genitals, either.”

Wanda relaxed imperceptibly, but her hands still swirled with energy.

Steve glanced between Natasha and Wanda, before his gaze fixed on the redhead. “You said she’s alive? Bucky hasn’t killed her? Or taken her to hell?” he asked, barely daring to believe his ears. You’d been gone for nearly a month; succubi and incubi victims almost never lasted past the first night, much less three weeks.

“Yup! He seems to have taken a liking to her. From what I’ve heard from the other demons, he’s keeping her well-fed and safe. Not sure where, though,” she said, shrugging.

“And why are you telling us this?” Wanda asked, distrust clear in her voice.

Natasha crossed her arms, leveling her steely gaze at Wanda. “Because it’s probably killing them both. We’re not meant to live off one person; it’s fuck, feast, kill, repeat. I’ve seen Bucky recently; he looks weak. I doubt she’s much better off.”

Both Wanda and Steve paled at her words.

“Find them soon, loves. Or there might not be much left to find,” she said ominously before she vanished, air disturbed where she’d just stood.

Your POV

You sat in Bucky’s lap while you ate. His arms were wrapped around you and he rested his forehead on your back, occasionally pressing a light kiss between your shoulder blades.

Eventually, you set your food down and placed your hands gently over his.

“What’s wrong, Bucky?” you asked quietly as you traced patterns gently over the back of his hands. He’d told you a while ago it was alright for you to call him Bucky outside of the bedroom and you’d taken to the nickname eagerly.

He tensed at your question for a moment before he let out a year’s worth of sighs and pulled you firmly to his chest. “It’s nothin’, Babydoll,” he murmured into your hair.

“You’re a terrible liar, Buck,” you said, turning your head so you could look up at him.

He rolled his eyes at that, planting a kiss to your cheek. There was no use hiding it, it seemed. “They’re coming for you, Doll,” he murmured, running one of his huge hands up and down your arm comfortingly.

“They?” you asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Your witch friend and my… friend Steve,” he said, tripping over the word friend.

“Well Wanda can’t attack demons, right? She said something one time about-”

“She can’t,” Bucky agreed as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“And Steve’s a demon, so he won’t-”

“He’s not a demon,” Bucky said solemnly, eyes far away.

You paused, surprised and confused. Demons usually only ever made friends with other demons. For Bucky to make friends with-

“He’s a fallen angel, Doll. I used to be an angel. We were friends back then. In heaven. I fell and turned, and he refused to fight me in the name of Heaven…. so they took his wings and cast him to Earth. He’s been looking for me ever since,” Bucky explained sadly.

“And you never talked to-”

“I know what I am, Doll. I’ve come to terms with it. Steve still sees the being I used to be. I don’t want to put either of us through the hardship of trying to reconcile the thing I was with the thing I am,” he said, tone making it clear he was done talking about the subject.

You bit your lip, wanting to say more, but not wanting to upset him further.

“Finish eating, pet,” he murmured, breath tickling your skin. “I need you,” he said, voice deep with lust.

You nodded quickly, picking up your takeout boxes and eating with perhaps a bit too much gusto, as you almost choked on a piece of sweet-and-sour chicken. He chuckled at your eagerness, wrapping his large, comforting arms securely around your waist.

“Neither I nor the chicken are going anywhere, Doll. Take your time,” he chastised warmly.

The two of you didn’t make it to the bedroom. In fact, your clothes didn’t even make it all of the way off. You didn’t wear much in the way of clothing as it was anymore, anyway, but the panties you had on were shoved hastily to the side. The nice clothing he’d worn out could have come off with the snap of his fingers, but he knew how much you liked seeing him in them.

You’d made it as far as the couch. You were above him, riding his dick while his hips snapped up into yours. “Fuck, James, you feel so damn good,” you moaned, lusty eyes half closed as you looked down at him.

He pulled you down into a kiss, swallowing your moans as he thrust deeply into you. His hands found your hips and he pulled you down onto his dick, spearing you again and again on his thick cock.

He broke the hiss, groaning when he hit your cervix. You mewled at the feeling; just the right amount of pain to mix with the pleasure.

“Fuck, Babydoll. You make the prettiest noises,” he murmured, transfixed by the way your breasts bounced in front of his face. “Let me hear more,” he said, leaning forward to capture one of your nipples between his lips. Your back arched forward and your hips momentarily lost their rhythm before his hands forced you down onto him and helped you keep pace.

You moaned loudly, the sensations nearly overwhelming you. “Master, please, don’t stop!” you begged. “Need you to keep fucking me!”

“Mm I love when you beg for my cock,” he groaned. You yelped in surprise when he picked you up, hips not faltering in their pace for a moment. You wrapped your arms around his neck, head thrown back in ecstasy as he carried you towards the bedroom. His strong arms kept you aloft, hooked just below your knees. While he walked he buried his face in your exposed neck, leaving love bites and drawing breathy gasps from your lips when he nibbled at your sensitive flesh.

Before you knew it you were in the bedroom the two of you shared together. He pulled out of you long enough to throw you unceremoniously onto the bed. You bounced, only able to see the white ceiling before you settled and looked over at him. In the seconds you hadn’t been watching him, he must have used his powers to strip. He was a glorious vision standing there, completely nude. He was over you a second later, kissing you fiercely. He tore at your clothes, ripping your panties off of your body. You broke the kiss long enough to yank your shirt over your head. A half second later his fingers undid the clasps of your bra, and it promptly joined your shirt and ruined panties on the floor. His lips were back on yours instantly. You were so enthralled by the heated kiss you didn’t see the things in his hands until a handcuff closed around one of your wrists.

You broke the kiss, looking up at him in surprise.

He looked down at you, pupils blown wide with lust, and licked his lips. “Problem, Doll?” he asked seductively as he closed the other cuff around your other wrist.

The cold metal made you shiver, as did the thoughts of the pleasure to come. “No, Master,” you said fervently.

“Hold still, pet,” he murmured, reaching for a length of rope you kept in the bedside table. You practically quivered with anticipation. He threw the bulk of it around the headboard before securing each end to your wrist. With the second end tied, your hands were stuck above your head. He gave it a firm tug just to make sure it wouldn’t come undone before he grabbed another pair of handcuffs, this one with a longer chain.

You gave him a confused look, trying to figure out what the second pair was for, but he only smiled at you, taking a nipple into his mouth as his hands ran down your sides. The cold scrape of the metal raised goosebumps on your skin and only emphasized the heat of his mouth against you. You expected his hands to linger around your hips and core, but they kept going downward until he reached your ankles. He slowly brought one of your legs up, closing the cuff securely around your ankle, before he brought the other up. He pressed your legs back until they were snug against your sides and threw the chain for the ankle cuffs around the handcuff chain before attaching it to your other ankle. The end result was your complete inability to move your arms or lower your legs, exposing yourself completely to him.

“You look delicious like this, Doll,” he said, gazing down at you affectionately as his hands played idly with your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers as he saw fit.

You whimpered at his touch, rolling your hips closer to him. “Please,” you begged, frustrated that you couldn’t move closer.

“Please what, pet? Use your words,” he said darkly as he teased your nipples and ran the shaft of his cock gently between your folds, stopping just before he hit your clit each time.

“Please fuck me, Master. I need your cock. Want you deep inside of me. Need you to fill me up,” you begged, biting back a moan as he pinched and rolled your nipples.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised as he leaned down to kiss you messily. His kiss was like a drug, serving only to turn you on more; your body getting even hotter by the second.

He broke the kiss, sitting up as he lined himself up at your entrance. He watched your reaction as he slowly pushed into you, stretching your walls with his thick cock. You both let out a moan when he bottomed out inside of you, his tip gently brushing against your cervix.

He let you adjust to him, a sigh of relief escaping his lips; he loved being inside of you as much as you did. The pace he set at first was torturous. Each thrust was shallow, hitting you on your most sensitive spot each time. His hands gripped the backs of your thighs hard enough to bruise; a testament to how hard it was for him to control his pace.

“Please, Master. Harder. Fuck me harder,” you begged pathetically, your voice a breathy whine.

His eyes flicked black and you knew his self control was shot. A second later his pace quickened. His hips slammed into yours and you felt yourself inching up the bed, moans of pure ecstasy escaping your lips. One of his hands left your thigh and wrapped itself around your neck, cutting off some of your air circulation. You gasped, lungs screaming for air, body on fire at his show of dominance.

There was something almost desperate about his movements this time. Usually he was utterly in control, working every ounce of pleasure from your body, but today he was an uncaged animal, wreaking havoc on your poor, thoroughly-fucked body. You loved it.

He leaned over you, hooking his free arm under one of your legs and drove himself into you, reducing you to a moaning, gasping mess.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet,” he groaned, leaning down to take a nipple between his teeth. Your back arched at the feeling, a strangled, raspy cry leaving your lips. “You’re mine,” he growled, hot breath tickling your skin. His eyes flicked black and you felt a thrill of excitement go down your spine at the sight. His hand loosened its grip on your neck slightly. “Say it,” he ordered, face inches from yours as he pounded relentlessly into you.

“I’m yours, Master. Fuck, I’m yours,” you moaned. You could sense his agitation and you said everything you could to sooth him. “Always be yours, Bucky,” you groaned, using his nickname. It was a risk; he normally didn’t allow it in the bedroom, but you needed him to know that you belonged to him, body and soul.

However, it made his eyes flick back to their steel blue, and he leaned down to kiss you fiercely, hand disappearing between your legs to rub circles into your clit.

He broke the kiss, face inches from yours, and the two of you were so close you breathed the same air. “Cum for me, Doll,” he ordered, changing the angle he was fucking you at so that each time he plowed into you it hit that special spot.

“Master, oh fuck, James!” you moaned, orgasm rolling through you like a raging fire. Your walls clamped down on his cock, practically begging him to release inside of you.

You didn’t have to wait long, he buried his face in your neck, and you felt more than heard the deep groans that escaped his lips as he chased his own release inside of you. His hips snapped into yours frantically, pace erratic, until at last he fell over the edge, helped along by your own orgasm. “Oh yeah, Babydoll. Fuck I love cumming inside of you,” he groaned filthily into your ear.

He stilled inside of you, his cock twitching as his cum filled your greedy pussy. As the vestiges of your orgasm faded, your walls fluttered around him, your pussy eagerly milking him of every last drop of his seed.

Instead of pulling out he untied you and undid the handcuffs before he collapsed on top of you (though he was careful not to crush you beneath him).

You cupped his cheek in your hand, caressing it gently with your thumb. “I meant it, you know,” you said quietly, gaze locking with his.

“Hmm?” he hummed, blue eyes searching your face, clearly playing dumb. His ghosted over your skin, reveling in the feel of you beneath him.

“I’m yours, Bucky. And I always will be. I love you,” you murmured, the words slipping out before you could stop them. Once they were out there, though, you realized you didn’t regret them.

He looked shocked, eyes widening slightly. “You-” his words died in his throat.

“Yeah,” you said, nodding slightly, small smile on your lips.

He looked at you as though you were the most beautiful thing in existence. A small chuckle left his lips and he leaned down to kiss you.

The tenderness of the kiss took your breath away; his kisses were normally like a wildfire; all-consuming and frenzied. But this was the warmth of a hearth fire; passionate, caring, and felt undeniably like home.

“Do you trust me, Doll?” he asked, blue eyes searching yours warily.

“You know I do, Bucky,” you said earnestly as you carded your fingers through his hair, causing him to lean into your touch.

“Then I need you to do something for me,” he said determinedly, gaze once again tempestuous. You nodded; you’d do whatever he needed of you without a second thought.

Steve’s POV

It had taken Wanda a while to find where Bucky was hiding you; Bucharest, Romania of all places.

Steve opened the door silently, listening for any signs of you or Bucky. He hadn’t seen his friend often since the fall, but every time he had Bucky had been surrounded by men and women alike, all eager to please the sex demon.

It seemed Wanda and the rumors had been right; Bucky had only been with you as of late.

He prowled the house cautiously, but each new room he entered turned up empty.

That is, until he got to the bedroom. He heard hushed voices from his spot in the hallway and crept forward, glancing into the room.

What he saw made his eyes bug out and cheeks turn red for two reasons. One, you and Bucky were completely naked and even from his quick glance he could see the semen leaking out between your legs. Two, his face was buried in your neck and his wrist was at your lips.

It only took him a second to figure out what was going on.

“No!” Steve yelled, barging into the room.

Bucky’s head snapped up and his gaze turned to Steve, eyes instantly going pure black. Blood dribbled down his chin as he bared his teeth in a feral snarl that had your and Steve’s blood turning cold. He removed his wrist from your mouth and the wound he’d caused himself closed over; You wiped his blood from your lips self consciously.

“Too late, punk,” Bucky said scathingly. He stood, pulling the blanket over you as he went. He snapped his fingers and a black suit appeared on his body. He moved between you and Steve protectively, not backing down at the taller man’s glare.

“How could you, Buck!? You know what a blood pact means!” Steve said, gesturing between you and Bucky helplessly.

“You were going to take us away from each other. Couldn’t have that happen,” Bucky said matter-of-factly.

“You’re killing each other, Bucky!” Steve yelled in exasperation.

Your brows furrowed at that; that wasn’t true, was it? You had been feeling weaker lately, but attributed it to the exhausting nearly non-stop sex you and Bucky had been having. Bucky… Bucky didn’t seem to be getting any weaker, right?

“And now you’ll kill us if you separate us,” Bucky said as he crossed his arms, smirk gracing his beautiful face.

“Damn it, Bucky! I’m just trying to help you!” Steve yelled.

Bucky’s gaze hardened, and for a second his eyes flashed their usual grey-blue.

“Well, I don’t need your help, Steve. Now, get out of my house,” Bucky said. You stood in awe as his black wings unfurled, nearly touching the walls of the bedroom.

Steve took a half step back, startled. “Bucky-”

“Out!” Bucky bellowed, taking a menacing step towards Steve.

Steve’s jaw clenched and unclenched and he glanced warily between the door, Bucky, and you. Bucky’s wings moved so you were hidden from Steve’s view, and Steve’s gaze shifted back to Bucky.

“This isn’t over, Buck,” Steve said, glaring at his friend.

“Yes, it is,” Bucky said ominously. A second later, Steve was rocketed towards the door by some unseen force. The second his body passed through the doorway, the door shut behind him and the lock clicked into a place with a resounding snap.

He turned to look at you, wings extended as far as they would go, his gaze affectionate.

“Now, Doll. Where were we?”

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Chris & Ellie’s Road Trip: Part 2

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer-Evans (OFC)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: language, graphic sex

Story Summary: Chris Evans and his wife, Ellie Spencer-Evans, drive from Los Angeles, California to their rental house near Atlanta, GA in April 2017. A good portion of the trip takes place on Route 66.

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

This episode can also be read on AO3 and Wattpad.

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Part 1

Chris & Ellie’s Road Trip: Part 2

Day Four - New Mexico to Texas

April 23, 2017

With a planned eight plus hours of driving time, day four started at five am. Unlike their previous early start, Ellie made Chris get out of bed to take the dogs for their walk while she ordered them room service and ran a load of stuff down to the car.

By the time they had finished their jobs, their food had arrived and they sat at the table by the window and ate their breakfast. Pecan waffles for Ellie and chicken and greens for Chris, who was trying to stay on his diet for at least one meal a day.

Thirty minutes later, they were in the car and headed towards the Midpoint Cafe in Adrian, Texas, the halfway point between Santa Monica and Chicago. It was somewhat fitting that their last full day on Route 66 was also the middle day of their road trip.

The drive to Adrian, much like the previous day's drive, found them getting off and on I-40 as Route 66 separated and merged with the interstate. They made a pit stop about halfway through the drive and spent about ten minutes walking around with the dogs, letting them stretch their legs.

While Ellie drove, Chris put on their normal playlist and they sang along for awhile until he got bored. He and Ellie came up with games that they had played in the car as kids that they could still play now. After ruling out the 'Slug Bug' game, he searched for questions for 'This or That'. He read each question aloud and then they both answered. Sometimes their answers matched: love over money, comedy over horror, and Twitter over Facebook. Other times it was opposite or nearly opposite: he said dogs, she said cats and dogs; he said evening, she said morning; he said snow and she said rain. The questions and their responses had them both laughing at and teasing each other.

Reaching Adrian, they filled up the gas tank and then had a quick bite to eat at the cafe. They took the dogs for a quick walk and potty break before they began the second leg of their day on the road with their final destination for the day being Shamrock, Texas.

Getting back into the car, they drove for nearly an hour before they reached Cadillac Ranch. Chris took advantage of the fact that no one else was around and sped down the dirt road that led to the ten Cadillacs that had been buried in the Texas dirt and spray painted many a time by visitors. They took turns taking pictures with the cars and then managed to take the world's most awkward selfie with Ellie standing in front of Chris while he attempted to hold both dogs so they could be in the photo as well.

Getting back into the car, they made their way back to the main road and continued their drive. A car accident slowed them down and it took them nearly an hour longer to reach the town of Shamrock.

To kill the time while they waited for the accident to clear, Ellie went online and found some 'Never Have I Ever' questions and started at the first question and read them aloud one by one. Since they couldn't drink, however, they agreed to share the story if it applied. She learned that Chris had once made a fool of himself while trying to impress a girl he liked by skating backwards on his rollerblades, only to run face first into a tree when he turned around. The only thing that had saved his from being smashed in was the fact that his mom made him wear a helmet. Then Ellie had to tell Chris about the time she and Izzy had gotten stuck in the elevator at the library when she was ten and how for ten years after, she wouldn't use elevators. After awhile, they stopped using the questions and just started sharing funny stories. Some of the stories they had told each other in the past, but it helped pass the time.

When they finally reached Shamrock, Texas, their first stop was the U-Drop Inn, where they took a selfie in front of the iconic building and then another of the building itself then sent them to their families. Of all the places in the movie Cars that had been inspired by real places, none of them looked as similar to the real place as "Ramone's House of Body Art" looked like the U-Drop Inn. By the time they got to their hotel, they had videos from their siblings of their nieces and nephews expressing their excitement that Uncle Chris and Aunt Ellie were in Radiator Springs.

After a long day of driving, Chris and Ellie had picked up dinner to go on their way to the hotel. Knowing they still had to take the dogs for a walk before bed, they carried what they could up to the room and then collapsed on the couch to eat their dinner. Then they took the dogs for their walk and got everything else they needed out of the car.

Returning to the hotel room, they took turns taking showers and then watched an hour of SportsCenter from the bed before turning it off and going to sleep.

Day Five - Texas to Arkansas

April 24, 2017

Their last day on Route 66 started at 6:30 in the morning and it didn't take them long to do everything they needed to do before getting on the road. Getting onto the highway, they followed Route 66 into Oklahoma and through several small towns. Due to the early hour, not many of the famous roadside attractions were open as they made their way to Oklahoma City.

They passed the time listening to music and talking to Chris's mom on the phone. They had kept their promise to their mothers and had checked in every day, usually during their bathroom and food stops, because that was when they had the best cell coverage.

Their final planned stop along Route 66 was the Oklahoma Route 66 Museum in Clinton. They arrived at the museum just as it was opening and spent an hour looking around at the different exhibits before they got back into the car.

Unlike other stretches of Route 66, the roads in Oklahoma were a lot narrower, almost terrifyingly narrow. More than once, Chris shouted out curses and threats to drivers who weren't considerate about how they passed on the other side of the road. It finally got to the point where Ellie told him to either get on the interstate or pull over and let her drive because he was going to give himself a heart attack.

As they got closer to Oklahoma City, Ellie searched for a dog park that she could drop Chris and the dogs off at while she went to grab them lunch. She located a park called 'Wiggly Field' that wasn't too far from the highway and had food nearby. She queued it up on her phone's map and then sat back in her seat, closing her eyes anytime she saw a car in the other lane.

A bittersweet silence fell over the car as Chris drove into Oklahoma City. They stayed on Route 66 for as long as they could, but, eventually, Chris had to exit the historic road as it started north and they had to continue east. They planned to find a long weekend during the summer to fly to Chicago and then rent a car to drive to Oklahoma City to complete the journey.

As Chris merged onto another highway, Ellie started the GPS on her phone and held it up so Chris could follow the directions to the dog park. The dog park was nearly empty when they arrived, which was to their advantage. Ellie helped Chris by putting Daisy on her leash and then walked around the car with her before handling the leash over. Chris gave her a kiss that was way shorter than he wanted to give her, but he had two dogs eagerly pulling at their leashes for a chance to run around.

Chuckling, he led the pups to the gated play area for four-legged park goers and let them off their leashes the second the gate was closed behind them. They both trotted off to do their business, with Chris making a note of where to go with the doggie bags, and then they started to run around.

By the time Ellie returned with sandwiches and food for the dogs, Daisy was resting at Chris's feet while Dodger was using up his puppy energy. He raced over to Ellie when she entered the gated area and trotted alongside her as she made her way over to where Chris sat on a bench. The dog eyed their sandwiches as Ellie took them out of the bag, but eventually gave in and ate the kibble that Ellie had brought in.

Once they had all finished eating, they stayed at the park a little while longer before they cleaned up their mess and got back into the car. Their destination for the evening was Van Buren, Arkansas which was just over the Oklahoma-Arkansas border, a little shy of three hours from Oklahoma City.

After filling up the gas tank and using the restrooms at a nearby gas station, Ellie got behind the wheel and got onto the interstate. Acting as deejay, Chris put the music on, selecting one of Ellie's favorite playlists as an apology for his "Masshole"-like tendencies on the road earlier.

Soon the opening chords of Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'" poured out of the speakers and his wife shot him an appreciative look before they both started singing along with the band. It wasn't long before they were both singing their hearts out and he may, or may not, have thrown in a few moves from his Jake Jensen role. Meanwhile, the dogs slept in the backseat, tired out from their playtime.

Thanks to a great soundtrack of carpool karaoke favorites, like Shania Twain's "Man, I Feel Like a Woman", Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" and Beyonce's "Single Ladies" to name a few, the drive seemed to take a shorter time than the eventual three and a half hours it took thanks to additional traffic. Their hotel proved easy to find and, when they inquired about nearby pet grooming, the person working the front desk made a phone call on their behalf to arrange a grooming for both dogs while Chris and Ellie went out for an early dinner.

By eight o'clock, Chris, Ellie and the dogs were all fresh and clean and relaxing in front of the TV in their hotel room waiting for Dancing with the Stars to begin. The show was a guilty pleasure for Ellie and had been for several years, but Chris had only watched a show or two a season until this year. Just last week, he, Scott and Ellie had been glued to the TV in the basement as the show had celebrated all things Disney.

The theme for that week's show was Boybands vs Girl Groups and Chris was well aware of his wife's love of boybands, especially. He grimaced slightly when Ellie excitedly slapped his arm when Nick Carter was announced as the episode's guest judge. She'd met the Backstreet Boy in March while on her post-wedding bachelorette party in Vegas with her three sisters and Chris's sisters.

Ellie found it hard to resist singing along to the songs as the stars and their partners danced. There were some dances they loved and others that were a mess. As per usual, whenever there was a cool dance move, Ellie would elbow Chris and ask if he could do that move and if he could show her. Chris rolled his eyes every time, not bothering to remind her that he was a tap dancer and not a ballroom dancer. It was a game to Ellie at this point, but the joke was on her though, because he'd already inquired into ballroom classes for her birthday in July. While he wasn't exactly looking forward to it, he had a feeling she would love it.

As the partner dances ended, there were two group routines: the boys as a boyband vs the girls as a girl group. Both group numbers were good, but the boy's dance left Chris laughing and Ellie fanning herself.

As the girls danced, Ellie turned to Chris and said, "you should be on this show. You know, for me."

"Not even if I lost a bet," Chris replied, shaking his head.

The results came, a few minutes later, and they were just as shocked as everyone else with who was sent home.

"That's in-fucking-sane," Ellie muttered as Chris flipped the TV to ESPN for an hour of SportsCenter. "In. Fucking. Sane."

Chris chuckled and smoothed his hand over her hair. "I know," he said. "I was watching, too."

Ellie shook her head, but relaxed into his embrace as they watched the day's sporting news.

As the segment came to an end, nearly an hour later, Chris turned off the TV and volunteered to take the dogs out while Ellie headed to bed. He returned twenty minutes later and put the dogs in their kennels before undressing and climbing into bed with his wife.

Day Six - Arkansas to Mississippi

April 25, 2017

The dogs' whimpers woke Chris from his slumber on the sixth morning of the trip. Stealing a quick glance at Ellie, he saw that she was still asleep and he pushed himself up. He threw on some clothes and then took the dogs out to go potty.

With two days left in their trip and just over eleven hours to cover, they were taking a lazy morning. So after returning to the hotel room with the dogs, Chris gave them food then undressed and crawled back into bed with Ellie. He was tempted to wake her up for a little morning action, but she looked so pretty asleep and he didn't want to interrupt her. He had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing when she mumbled something incoherently to him as he wrapped his arms around her.

Their alarm went off a couple hours later and they took their time getting ready for the day. They left the room with some ten minutes to spare before check out and took everything out to the car before Ellie went in hand over their keycard. Then they went through a nearby Starbucks drive-thru for coffee and breakfast and then they got onto the interstate.

With Chris behind the wheel, they took I-40 to Little Rock, where they stopped for lunch at an outdoor cafe after a pit stop for the dogs and the humans. Then, before getting back into the car, they took ten minutes to explore the area around the cafe to let the dogs stretch their legs before they started the next two hourish leg of the day's drive.

Having grown tired of listening to music, they'd queued up their favorite podcasts and had listened to them on the first leg of the trip. Chris's podcast tastes leaned more to the political while Ellie preferred the funnier ones. So when she took over the driving duties, she requested to listen to Anna Faris's podcasts.

As they left Little Rock headed towards Memphis, Tennessee, Ellie took over the driving duties. The drive was relatively smooth until a three-car accident twenty miles outside of Memphis snarled traffic and made their travel time for the day an hour longer. Because of that, when they got to Memphis, they made a quick pit stop, let the dogs eat and walk around, before getting back in the car and going through a fast food drive through for a snack to get them through the rest of the day's drive.

Chris drove the last leg from Memphis to Tupelo, Mississippi. Just from the way he was holding the steering wheel, Ellie could tell that all the driving was starting to wear at him. Looking for a distraction, she looked online for some fun questions and was about to give up hope when a result for a Tumblr blog caught her eye, with the title of "NSFW Questions." Curious, she clicked on the link and started reading the questions. Some were pretty tame, but others made her giggle.

"What are you snickering about over there?" Chris asked, his tone slightly annoyed.

"You sure you want to know?" Ellie asked, looking at him.

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

"I found some Not Safe for Work questions," she replied with a wicked grin. "Some of them are really good. You wanna answer some?"

"Are you willing to answer them, too?" he asked, eyeing her.

"Why the hell not," Ellie replied. Looking through the list, she weeded out the ones that she didn't like before she asked, "Kitchen counter, couch, or on top of the dryer?"

"For what?" He glanced at her puzzled.

"I think it's asking either if you've had sex there or where you'd rather have sex," Ellie replied.

"Oh, probably the couch then," Chris answered.

"We've done the counter thing," Ellie reminded him. "And the dryer could be fun, but I think a washing machine on the spin cycle would be even more fun."

She shot Chris an innocent smile when he took his eyes of the road to stare at her.

"Keep your eyes on the road, Christopher," she told him. "Next question, a fictional person that you think would be good in bed." She smiled as her mind instantly went to Frank Adler, Chris's character in Gifted.

"You're thinking of Frank again aren't you," Chris accused with a shake of his head.

"Maybe," Ellie replied coyly. "Are you thinking about Mona from Who's the Boss?"

He shot her a glare that quickly dissolved into a chuckle. "I'm never going to live that down, am I?" he asked.

"Not when you admitted on national television that it was ad libbed," Ellie replied. "Where is one place you wouldn't have sex."

"Your parents' house," Chris answered quickly.

"We've had sex at your mom's house," Ellie stated. "What's the difference?"

"All the bedrooms are on the same floor at your parents'," Chris replied. "Everyone would know what we were up to."

"Fair point. Mine would be someplace public," Ellie said. "Ok, what was the weirdest thing that has ever made you horny?"

"Where did you get these questions? These are weird."

"Just answer the question, Evans," Ellie stated.

"Fine, Evans, probably watching you knit with those big ass knitting needles you have," he replied.

"You like watching me fondle my knitting needles?" Ellie smirked. "Good to know."

"What's your weird thing?"

"That video that Jeremy Renner's friend filmed of you at the Super Bowl," Ellie confessed. "I've watched that more than I care to admit." She rolled her eyes at the cocky smile that spread across Chris's face. "What's your favorite part of your body?"

"I like my eyes," Chris said, after a moment.

"You have nice eyes," Ellie agreed. "I like my mouth and my boobs."

"I like your mouth and your boobs, too," Chris stated.

"Which do you like better, my boobs or my butt?" Ellie asked.

"That's not a fair question," Chris complained. "I like them both."

Ellie laughed and continued through the list of questions. By the time they arrived at their hotel, they were both partially turned on from the questions they'd answered. They both knew, however, that there were things that had to be done before they could act on those particular desires, like take the dogs out and get dinner.

An hour and a half later, Chris pulled Ellie into the bathroom of their hotel room with him and pressed her against the counter while they kissed. Their hands quickly fumbled with each other's clothes and they quickly shed their many layers until they were naked.

Breathlessly, they parted and Chris moved over to the shower and turned it on. Once it was the right temperature, he held his hand out to Ellie and helped her climb into the bathtub before following her.

"I miss our big shower at home," Ellie said with a laugh after they kept bumping into each other as they washed up.

"Me, too," Chris agreed. "But we made this work in Texas."

"The shower was bigger in Texas," she reminded him. "It wasn't part of the bathtub like this one is." She motioned towards the water and they shifted positions so she could rinse the soap from her body and the conditioner from her hair.

Opening her eyes, Ellie found Chris leaning against the back of the shower and staring at her with lust-filled eyes. Licking her lips, she moved forward and pressed her body against his. Her mouth found his Adam's apple and she licked it with her tongue before moving onto kiss his neck. Meanwhile, her right hand slid down his body to his already hard cock. She wrapped her fingers around the erect organ and teased the head before beginning to move her hand up and down his length.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Chris cursed in her ear as her motions brought him closer and closer to his release.

Kneeling down, Ellie slid his cock into her mouth and used the combination of her mouth and her hand to bring him over the edge. He cried out a warning a second before it happened and she slid him from her mouth and jerked his cum onto her chest.

Helping her to her feet, Chris pulled her in for a searing kiss.

"Go to the bed," she told him. "I'll clean up and join you."

Climbing out of the shower, Chris dried off quickly before going into the main part of their hotel room. The dogs looked up from their dog beds and he pointed at them and said, "Stay." Dodger let out of a huffed sigh before dropping his head to his paws and staring at the wall. Daisy, on the other hand, quietly laid her head back on her paws and closed her eyes.

Hearing Ellie, Chris turned and smiled when he saw his wife walk out of the bathroom without anything on. Pulling her towards him, he gave her another long kiss before he led her over to the bed and positioned her on the edge. He took his time making his way down her body with his mouth and his hand, letting no inch of her skin go untouched.

He could smell her desire when he finally reached her heated core. Her legs parted and he licked his lips at the sight of her juicy pussy waiting for his attention. He started with his fingers; parting her folds and sliding his long digits between them. He saw her body shiver as his thumb teased her clit and heard her gasp when he pressed the softest of kisses on the bundle of nerves.

Ellie became very vocal as Chris's tongue slipped between the lips of her pussy and worked his fingers to bring her to a powerful orgasm. She felt it in her toes first and flexed her feet as every muscle in her body contracted.

Standing up, Chris palmed his hardening cock as he watched his beautiful wife come down from her climax. Joining her on the bed, he helped her up to the pillows and then he positioned his body above hers before sliding his cock into her.

Chris took his time, allowing her body to adjust to his girth before he began to move. Even then, however, he kept things slow and steady. They didn't have to be at the rental house until five o'clock the next afternoon and they were only a little over five hours away, which meant that they didn't have to leave the hotel until check out time.

He increased his pace a little bit at a time and remained in control of the situation until Ellie's throaty moans and little mews reached his ears. Then something snapped in him when she said, "more, Chris, more."

His desire took control and soon they were both panting heavily as he slammed in and out of her body. She held onto the pillow cases on either side of her and he had to grab onto the headboard to keep from falling over as her breasts swayed this way and that from his thrusts.

It was with a loud, guttural moan that he came inside of her, his body jerking several times as he shot his seed deep inside of her. His orgasm triggered hers and she cried out as her body stiffened and she came around him.

Chris collapsed onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. Every inch of his body was in a happy tired state, but his eyes wouldn't close. He felt Ellie leave the bed and return a moment later. She tossed a wet washcloth onto his chest and he lazily cleaned himself up before dropping the washcloth onto the floor.

"I love you, Chris," Ellie said as she snuggled up against him.

"I love you, too," he replied. He turned his head to give her a kiss before turning his head back towards the ceiling.

They both knew it was too early to go to sleep, especially since they still had to take the dogs out one last time for the night. So Ellie turned on the TV and they watched a couple episodes of some show on Food Network before getting dressed and taking the dogs out.

They returned to the room shortly after ten and put the dogs in the kennels. Then they undressed and got into bed.

Day Seven - Mississippi to Georgia

April 26, 2017

The final day of their road trip started with an early morning wake up from two dogs who needed to go outside. Chris and Ellie were both a bit bleary-eyed as they threw on sweats and took the dogs out together.

Upon returning to the hotel, they got food from the continental breakfast bar and took it back to their room to eat. Instead of eating it, however, they stuck it in the mini fridge to eat later before they got back into bed.

When their alarm went off a couple hours later, Ellie ate breakfast while Chris showered. Once he was done, he ate breakfast while she showered. Once they were both dressed and ready for the day, they packed up their things and loaded up the car for the last time. Then Chris walked the dogs while Ellie went to check them out of the hotel.

They started the driving to their rental house just outside of Atlanta, Georgia shortly after 11:30 in the morning. Since Chris was more familiar with driving around their home for the several months or so, Ellie took the first leg of the drive from Tupelo to Birmingham, Alabama, where they stopped for a bathroom break and food.

For their entertainment, they put on their playlist again, but they didn't sing-along like they did the previous days. The week's travel was catching up with them and they were both more than ready to get to the rental house and be done traveling.

When they got back on the road, Chris was at the wheel and navigated them towards the house they'd rented near Pinewood Atlanta Studios. When they were an hour out from the house, Ellie call the studio assistant that was in charge of helping the actors and their families with housing while in Georgia.

The young woman, who introduced herself as Tiffany, was waiting for them when they arrived at the address she'd sent to Chris earlier in the month. She handed them the keys and then walked through the house with them, making sure they had no concerns about the house (they didn't).

After Tiffany left, Chris and Ellie let the dogs out into the fenced backyard and watched them run around happily. The four bedroom, three bathroom, ranch style, rental house was more than they needed, but it allowed for Ellie to have an office to work in as well as left them with two guestrooms for family members to visit.

They were getting ready to call the dogs into the house and out of the heat when Chris heard his name called. Looking to the left, he shook his head and smiled when he saw Robert Downey Jr. standing on a second-floor balcony of the house next door.

"Dinner is in fifteen minutes," Robert called. "Front door is unlocked. Let yourselves in."

"We'll be there," Ellie called back.

Robert gave her a thumbs up and then headed back into the house.

"Welcome to Hotlanta and the world of Marvel," Chris said to Ellie as he put his hand on the small of her back.

"There is no place I'd rather be than here with you," Ellie told him. She stood on her tippy toes to give him a kiss. "Now, go take some pain reliever because we both know that Robert's boys are going to want to wrestle you the minute you walk into the house."

Chris chuckled, but went to the bedroom to get a couple pain pills. He had loved crossing the country with Ellie and their fur babies, but he was happy that their traveling was done. He was also extremely happy that she was here with him. The last time he'd come to Georgia, to film both Captain America: Civil War followed immediately by Gifted, had been tough on them both and neither of them had wanted to repeat that. He was thankful that her job allowed her to work from home and from anywhere in the world.

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huntershelper25 · 6 years ago

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The Path of the Chosen: Chapter 4

PotC: Ch 4

Summary: Brooke is a 21 year old girl who’s life is flipped upside down when she receives a phone call from someone she hasn’t heard from in years. This phone call leads to events that cause her to get sucked back into the lives of two young men whom she hasn’t spoken to in years. Her life is never the same. Along the way she learns a secret about herself that not even her father had known. She is forced to face her destiny. Which path will she choose: duty or family?

A/N: I suck at summaries. I started writing this fic YEARS ago. It was posted here on Tumblr, but I have made some edits recently and have decided to repost it. This requires some introduction though. I had a thought one day of what the show would look like if there was a female character that was brought in that actually stuck around for longer than a season or two. And because the thought wouldn’t go away this story and Brooke were born. I had a lot of good feedback the last time I posted this years ago so I decided to repost it for my new followers with some edits.

Disclaimer: There is a LOT of direct quotes and scenes from the show. Especially in the first few chapters. I do not own any of it. I only claim the character of Brooke and how she fits into the story. All else is credited to the writers and copyright holders of the show Supernatural.

Warning: There is some smut thrown in randomly for the first 5 chapters as flashbacks to establish timeline, character building, and relationships, but after that the smut dies off. Also, let’s just assume condoms are implied. They aren’t mentioned, but let’s assume they are used.

Pairings (through entire story): Dean/Brooke (OFC), Sam/Brooke (OFC)(in later chapters)

Word count: 1700

Previous Chapters:

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter Four

She awoke the next morning with the inevitable headache of someone who downed half a fifth of whiskey in less than an hour. As she walked to the bathroom, change of clothes and toiletries in hand, she could hear Bobby snoring away down the hall.

A blinding pain shot through her brain as she flicked on the bathroom light. She stood there blinking for a minute or two, allowing her eyes and her hangover to adjust to the blinding light. She set her things on the toilet seat and stood to examine herself in the mirror. Her two-day old makeup was showing its age. Her eyeliner had decided to finally dislodge and smudge down her cheeks following the trail her tears had taken the night before and her foundation was nearly nonexistent and flaky. She sighed as she took her disheveled self in. She hardly recognized herself anymore. In just two days she had gone from a young, almost pretty girl with such life, to this mess. She hated what she saw in the mirror: a helpless, scared, pitiful girl who couldn’t hold herself together, everything that she was not.

“Pull yourself together.” she told her reflection, “No one is going to hold your hand through this, you’re in this alone now, so suck it up.”

Brooke watched as the girl in the mirror turned from a frightened child into a determined young woman. Satisfied with what she saw, but still unsure of how long it would last, she turned to take a shower.

After she quickly and quietly showered, dressed and put fresh makeup in place, she made her way slowly and quietly down the stairs.

She hadn’t forgotten her plan to leave and start her life anew, but she wanted to do something nice for Bobby before she just took off on him. So, she cleaned the kitchen and straightened things up a little bit. Tossing empty whiskey bottles in the trash and giving things a good dusting. As she put an unopened beer back in the nearly empty fridge, she remembered that she had planned on doing some real grocery shopping. She looked at the clock and saw that it was 8 AM. There had to be a store open somewhere. So, she quickly made a list of what she knew Bobby ate and headed out the door.

After some driving around town she finally found a tiny family run market that was open. As she walked through the automatic doors, she grabbed a shopping cart and instinctively headed toward the produce aisle. She smiled when she found herself surrounded by apples and carrots, knowing full well that Bobby would not eat this, but she grabbed a few apples anyway.

She ran into a few employees stocking shelves, obviously surprised anyone was in the store at this hour. She politely smiled and walked by, not wanting to start up any small talk. She wanted to get this done with and get out on the road to her new life as fast as she could. The less time she spent idling in this one the better. However, you can’t escape the cashier. She sighed when she saw the ear to ear smile of the young gal that stood at the register as she approached.

“Hi there. Did you find everything alright?” she asked as she slowly began to ring things up.

“Yeah, thanks.” If she kept her answers short, she may get the hint.

“Haven’t seen you around before. You new in town?” she continued to scan and bag at a glacial pace.

“Just visiting.”

“Oh? Who? I know just about everybody here in Sioux Falls.” This time she paused. Brooke’s patience was running thin with this one. She made a note to herself to avoid small towns as she searched out her new home.

“Just my uncle, who’s expecting breakfast when he wakes up so if you wouldn’t mind.” Brooke gave her a quick smile, which seemed to do the trick because the girl nodded and hurried up the rest of the transaction.

Bags in her arms, she walked out to her car, as she was about to unlock the door, she caught a flash of pink out of the corner of her eye. She turned to see a little girl, not much older than seven dancing around saying, “Please Daddy? Please!” Brooke’s heart sank as she saw her dark curls bounce around her tiny little face, and saw her fierce green eyes smile up at her as she waved when she caught Brooke looking. She reminded Brooke of herself.

She looked up at the father, who was also waving with a “What can ya do?” look on his face. He too had dark curls and green eyes, just like her father. She tried to conjure up a memory of her own that resembled this interaction, but she couldn’t. She and her father didn’t see much of each other when she was that age, much less ever have that kind of relationship. She learned at a very young age that when Daddy came home you left him alone.

She used to stay with Aunt Julie whenever her dad was off on a hunt, who to this day she didn’t think was actually her aunt. When he would come back, he would be either injured or in a bad mood. He would shut himself up in Aunt Julie’s study and not come out sometimes for days. She remembered the first time she had entered without knocking. She must have been six:

She had just made a batch of yummy cookies and wanted to share them with her father. She slowly opened the sliding doors leading to the study and slid into the room without making a sound. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the walls had been covered in photographs and newspaper clippings depicting some very terrible things. She remembered them because they had never been there before.

Her father was at the desk with his back to her. She slowly walked towards him captivated by all the photographs. As she drew closer she saw a picture of her mother on the wall directly in front of him, she only knew her from photographs he had shown her, it made her smile, but not for long. Alongside her photograph were newspaper clippings and more photos depicting her mother in gruesome circumstances; lying on the floor in a precarious position, covered in blood. She gasped and dropped the plate of cookies.

Her father spun around in surprise, “Brooke, what are you…” then he followed her gaze to the photos of her mother and his expression changed from surprise to anger. He walked around from behind the desk and escorted her out of the room, his grip on her arm tighter than it had ever been. “How many times have I told you to never come in here!” The first time he had ever raised his voice to her.

“But Daddy, why do you have pictures of Mommy like that? What happened to her?” tears welling up in her eyes, rubbing her arm where he had grabbed her.

“That is not of your concern. Stay out of this room!” and he slammed the doors in her face.

She knew now that he thought anger and firmness would protect her from the truth and keep her curiosity at bay for fear of angering him again, but that day shaped their relationship, from that point forward she always feared angering him. She never fully trusted him with anything. Whenever he would come home, she would steer clear of him and let him do his job. They never had father-daughter moments, they never bonded. They were just two people who coexisted. When she became old enough to help him on hunts, once John had convinced him to allow her to, she became his soldier, his partner, not his daughter. A partner he never fully trusted. She could never seem to move fast enough, think sharp enough, or aim sure enough for his satisfaction. He left her behind more often than not.

It pained her seeing this father-daughter interaction and not being able to conjure up her own memory with her father. She gave them both a quick smile and quickly unlocked the car and got in.

She pulled up to Bobby’s just as he was walking out the door.

“Let’s go.” He motioned towards the tow truck the second she got out of the car.

“Good morning to you too,” She said as she heaved one of the grocery bags into her arms.

“Put that stuff in the house and let’s get a move on.”

She gave him a quizzical look as she walked past him into the house. He seemed a little nervous about something. She peeked out the window as she set the bags on the counter and saw him almost pacing by the truck. She became a little concerned. Bobby almost never showed his panic. He always managed to appear calm in even the direst of situations. She quickly put away the perishables and left the rest for later.

“What’s the deal, Bobby? Why so in a hurry?” She asked as she locked the back door behind her.

“I’ll tell ya on the way.” He watched her walk around the back of the truck to the passenger side, a contemplative look on his face, before he opened the driver door and got in.

They sat in silence as he pulled out of the driveway and drove through town, a look of determination on his face. Every few minutes he would look over at her like he was about to say something and then turn back to the road.

“Bobby, seriously, you’re starting to scare me a little. What’s going on?” Brooke finally asked as he pulled onto the freeway.

He sighed and looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “Sam called. They found John, he was possessed by the demon,” her heart stopped, “It didn’t stick around for long, but it apparently did a number on them all before it took off. They were on their way to the hospital when they were hit by an 18-wheeler. Sam didn’t give me too many details, just that we need to get the impala from the impound lot before anyone sees the arsenal they got in there. We’re meeting Sam at the hospital on our way.”

She turned and looked out the window. They couldn’t be that hurt. Sam was up and around enough to join them at the impound lot, so they had to be fine… right?

She started fidgeting in her seat as they pulled off the freeway and started following the signs to the hospital. The entire drive she had wanted to call Sam to get the full details, to find out if everyone was okay, but she didn’t want to be stuck on the road feeling helpless if the news had been bad, so she refrained.

She was about to explode when they pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. She saw Sam standing just inside the automatic doors and leapt from the truck before Bobby had come to a full stop. It took every fiber of her being not to run across that parking lot. She walked at a controlled steady pace, listening to her heart pound in her ears. He was up right, standing on his own. He didn’t seem to be using the wall to hold himself up. That was a good sign. As she drew closer his face began to come in to focus. She saw the swelling of his eye, the busted lip, and the multiple cuts on his face. He gave a crooked smile when he saw her, but it wasn’t his smile, she could tell it was for her benefit, the pain in his eyes gave that away.

The three of them had always been a tight knit family. They cared for each other more than anything in this world. They would each die for one another without hesitation. Brooke knew that Sam was feeling a thousand times more fear and anxiety over this than she could even imagine. When she was within arm’s reach, she wrapped her arms around his waist. She thought maybe more for her sake than for his, she wasn’t sure, all she knew was it didn’t seem to make a difference for either of them.

“How are they?” she asked as she pulled away.

“Dad’s okay, a little beat up, but okay,” he started to fidget a little and avoided eye contact.

The smile he had given her as she approached, the way he hugged her tighter than normal, and the way he was avoiding her gaze already answered her question, but she had to ask, “and Dean?”

He didn’t answer, but the look he gave her told her everything she needed to know.

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nakedpersimmon · 7 years ago

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Hello! :3 Sorry if this has already been asked, but I just happened to get curious: if the Internet existed at the time of the show, what would the boys (TV! and/ or RL! personas) do in the virtual space? And if they had Tumblrs, how would be their blogs? Thanks! 😘

Hi there! Yes, this question has been asked previously. You can view NP’s previous answers HERE and HERE. Answers are reposted below as well:

Social Media in General (which social media platform they’d use/why):

Davy: Instagram and Tumblr, so he could constantly post pictures of himself making cheesy smiles at the camera

Micky: Facebook, because it would give him a place to easily chat with people and make massively long and detailed posts about confusing shit like science and whatever. Peter: Google+, because it’s the underdog of the social networks and he can have his own online circle/harem.Mike: Twitter, so that he could post his obtuse and indecipherable comments on life, the universe, and everything in a measly 140 characters and not have to suffer people’s inane comments on it constantly.

Tumblr:

Davy: Davy would blog. Lots of text posts, mostly about mundane stuff (“Bought three socks at Sears today. The third one isn’t for me feet.” / “Made a cup of tea. Stirred it with a spoon.” / “Today I ate a Cheeto. Its orange powder matched my skin tone perfectly”). Also numerous cheesy pictures of himself in various poses and/or doing his nails. Because Davy.

Micky: Micky would post pictures of naked or nearly naked ladies. Blonde ladies. Models, actresses, fry cooks…anything that he can ogle on his page. And maybe also the occasional photos of his own hand-carved furniture/him barbecuing some large hunk of meat on a grill/comically trying to get his gyrocopter out of his basement.

Peter: The majority of Peter’s initial posts would just be one- or two-word text posts, probably all in lowercase and/or misspelled, as he tries to figure out what the hell Tumblr is. The subsequent posts would all be landscape photos (meadows, rivers, rainbows), five second Instagram videos of his orgies, and lots of Indian/Eastern Asian/meditation aesthetic. Also, memes about drugs that he thinks are subtle, but totally aren’t.

Mike: Nez’s Tumblr posts would consist of two things: a) Weird, random music clips (audio and video); and b) Deeply pretentious, lengthy quotes, from himself and/or obscure people that he somehow ��Six degrees of Kevin Bacon"ed into having a friendship with.

#ask np #the monkees #davy jones #micky dolenz #peter tork #mike nesmith #social media #tumblr #the-dork-neko

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mylutteoheart · 7 years ago

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The First Day Of My Job = The First Chapter Of One Amazing Love Story

So this is the first prompt i will be posting for day 3, it’s a very short one but the other one is longer. Enjoy.

I have no idea what’s going on with tumblr but it didn’t show in the tags again so i’ll try to repost it again.

prompt: “Hello, I’m your boss and you’re the new employee who just saw me shove an entire cupcake into my mouth.”

It was Matteo’s first day today. He never thought he would work anywhere but he had no choice. He had to get money somewhere. His father cut him off so he was on his own. He didn’t like this but if he wanted to follow his dream and not the one of his father’s, he had no choice. At least he got his best friend’s support and that’s all he needs right now.

He was working in a place called the Jam & Roller, he had been there a few times. But he went there to skate on the skating rink they had. He had asked one of the co-workers there to ask if there was a job application open and he was in luck. They were desperate to find a new employee.

He arrived in the cafeteria just in time. He had to meet the boss at the bar. He was looking around to see where this person was but he couldn’t find the one he was looking for. The only that was standing behind the counter was a tiny girl, who he thinks works there as well. She was taking a cupcake and ate it, in one bite. This girl can eat, he thought by himself.

He must have stared at her because she had this weird look on her face that showed him that she had no idea why he was staring at her.

She tried to act like nothing had happened: “Hello, my name is Luna.” She reached her hand for him to shake it. He did.

“My name is Matteo.” He simply answered.

“Matteo Balsano? Your name is Matteo Balsano?” she seemed to panic at this knowledge.

“Yes, I’m the new employee.” He said with frowned eyebrows, he had no idea why she was in panic because of this.”

“Hello, I’m your boss and you’re the new employee who just saw me shove an entire cupcake into my mouth.” Was the thing she said.

Matteo was honestly surprised by this news, he never could have guessed that she would be his boss. She seemed so young to be a manager of a skating rink. He couldn’t help but stare at her again. She frowned her eyebrows. She was confused by his looks. “I’m sorry, it’s just I never expected my boss to be this young. No offense, of course.” He quickly said, he didn’t want to look bad on his first day.

“None taken. I get that a lot.” She said with a smile on her face. “But when the previous manager left, she left me in charge because she could trust me completely.

“Oh, okay, then.” Was the only he could say.

“Okay, can you start at the counter today?” she asked after a few seconds of silence. “I’ll show you the ropes.”

With that, he put his stuff in a locker in the locker room and went behind the counter to learn his first lessons in taking orders and bringing them to the customers.

“We’ll start with the easiest. I’ll go easy on you today because it’s your first day. But after that, I’ll treat you like the rest of my employees.”

“I can’t wait.” He teased her. “I mean, I wouldn’t want you to treat me like someone special.” He didn’t expect this to happen but he was flirting with his boss. But she is really cute, he tried to justify.

“Sure, Matteo Balsano. I bet you would like that, don’t you?” she teased him with a smile.

They were both laughing for the rest of the day, they teased each other as well and Matteo suddenly felt like this job isn’t going to be bad as he imagined it to be.

#lutteoficweek #soy luna #lutteo

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scottymcgeesterwrites · 7 years ago

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Death of a Friend

A little more than a month ago now, a friend of mine, Aaron, passed away. I wasn’t very close to him but close enough to now say, “I had a friend who died.” Saying it’s been surreal is an understatement. As I’ve witnessed other people’s lives enter 2017, I’ve seen and heard many other shocking deaths too.

The end of 2016 was much like the end of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. With Cedric Diggory’s death, you knew shit was going to get real from then on. Everything before that was more or less fairy tale. This is where the fairy tale turns into sword-and-sorcery, high fantasy, or dark fantasy. People die and never return, much like your favorite characters in a TV series.

When I was little, death didn’t bother me as much as life did. The thought of eternal life boggled my mind. Catholic school drove in my head the idea of eternal life and the last judgment. I became obsessed with eschatology, both scared and fascinated.

What happens when you die?

When will the world end?

The universe?

How is it all going to end?

The thought of eternal life frightened me because how would we carry on infinitely? Wouldn’t we get bored? Tired? Insane?

Then when I got older - past 21 - my thoughts shifted. Eternal life didn’t frighten me as much as the concept of non-existence. What would that feel like? Then again - the question is moot because if you slip into non-existence, then nothing matters. Everything is, quite literally, null and void.

I thought of it this way - Do you remember what life was like before you were born? No. That’s basically like death, only in the opposite end of the timeline.

But I still feel a tug-of-war between the two. The prospect of eternal life versus the void of nothingness. I don’t want to live forever but I don’t want to be nothing either.

There’s always a middle way. Maybe in the future we can live forever but also forget periodically that we are living forever. That’s essentially reincarnation. Maybe we only hold bits and pieces of our previous lives, and before we can realize it, we die again.

We must accept that all things end but at the same time - do they? All matter is the same - only expressed differently. Atoms are atoms - what matters is how the electrons are moving around the nucleus. Isn’t that so strange? Theoretically, I can become anything conceivable in this universe.

The end is only the end as far as you can see - as much as you can sense.

Sometimes I wonder if maybe when we die we wake up in the far, far future. Maybe a race of other beings will have harnessed complete control of the universe and be able to recreate anything at the push of a button. It will be like going under for a surgery and waking up in the hospital bed.

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Aaron married right after I graduated college. He was a grade above me but he married a girl who was in my grade, Annie, whom I was closer to.

Their wedding was the first friend wedding I ever went to - and I think the most beautiful. I’ve yet to go to a wedding that tops theirs. We were somewhere in the middle of Pennsylvania by a wide open lake, next to a cozy inn.

They hadn’t been married for 3 whole years yet before Aaron died. He went to Costa Rica with Annie and his family. I wasn’t really paying attention to what they were doing in their lives at the moment. I only recalled seeing pictures of them hiking in the woods.

One of Aaron’s best friends, Kay, called me to tell me the news. also I regularly contact Kay already via text or Facebook or email - so something struck me when I realized that maybe this was really important. I missed her first call because I was out for lunch. I heard her voicemail - she was calm as ever, not surprising to me since she’s a 9-1-1 dispatcher, so she knows how to remain composed in a dire situation.

I called Kay back. She led up to the big reveal in a long preamble. Aaron and Annie went to Costa Rica. They’ve been there on vacation for a while with Aaron’s family. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this. It worried me. I kept thinking, “Get to the point, dammit! What happened?”

Aaron went out to swim with his brother in the ocean. A rip tide caught them. His brother managed to get out but Aaron went missing for two days. They found his body right before Kay called me.

The first thought that came to my mind was, “Welp.”

I didn’t mean it at all in an asshole tone. I had already recognized the mundane finality of death. In thinking, “Welp”, I already knew that was that. I’d never see Annie and Aaron as a couple ever again. I thought, “Welp”, because I had already heard of so many other deaths recently - and not just celebrity deaths.

This girl Barbara that I met in college - her father recently passed. This guy Henry, who was the boyfriend of another girl I knew in college, Lauren, died in a car crash soon after that.

Earlier this year, my grandaunt passed away. My granduncle had passed a couple years earlier. I basically wrote an eulogy for him in my other tumblr account, which I’ll repost here too.

Hell - as I’m typing this - my aunt in New York is in the hospital after her heart briefly stopped. She’s not doing too well. I’ll be seeing her this Saturday and it may be the last time.

Death has been very pervasive this year.

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Aaron’s family had a gathering at their house after the service. We ate and talked and before we left I spotted a mancala board on the family room table.

Just like that - flashback.

I had completely forgotten that Aaron taught me how to play mancala in college. Annie lived next door to me during my senior year. I stopped by her room one day and he was there. They were playing mancala and he asked me if I wanted to play. I said I didn’t know how, so he taught me.

I bought the game after that, but I left it unopened in a cabinet at home for years. It’s a shame - when you don’t follow through with some things.

Aaron wasn’t the type to introduce himself jovially to strangers, or even at all. I first met him in the bathroom - of all the awkward places. He was a regular presence on the floor because he stayed in Annie’s room a lot, and as such I always gave him a nod and mellow greeting. He hardly responded. I didn’t think much of it. I still say hello to people even when they don’t reply.

I told Annie in passing about it and she laughed, saying how he could be that way. She said he would try to tell him to say hi to me, although I said it wasn’t a big deal - people had their quirks. I could write an entire book about people who never said hi to me when I said hi to them.

The next time I saw him after that, in the bathroom, he stopped briefly in front of me and smiled and said, “Hello.”

Even though Annie obviously had to pull some strings, it still felt genuine.

Many people joked about Annie and Aaron as a couple. They often went to bed early, the first ones to leave a party. Annie was never subtle about marriage by always window shopping for rings at a jewelry store. Aaron could be rather unfeeling. People rolled their eyes at this and more.

And in retrospect, it’s unfair how couples deeply in love with each other are often made fun of the most. Faithfulness. Loyalty. They are often seen as boring, typical or default.

Polyamorous people though are shat on nearly as much as monogamous people are. The point is - people make fun of what they don’t experience or understand.

People can be difficult. Who isn’t? I know I can be. In all their flaws that made them essentially human, you had to admit that Annie and Aaron were deeply in love with each other and thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company.

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My family is old.

Everybody is old as fuck.

They keep themselves surprisingly fresh though. People are consistently surprised when I say that my parents are nearing 70, when they look more like late 50′s.

I never had a big family. Most of them are long dead or severed ties and were never heard of again. The government also had something to do with it - since my mother’s family come from Cuba. Supposedly, my great-grandfather on my father’s side was lost at sea.

With the exception of my maternal grandparents, everyone in my family seems to die simple - without drama. They all plopped on the floor one day - not because of cancer or disease - but because they simply stopped working. That’s it. The battery went out. My granduncle did it, my grandaunt did it, my great-grandmother did it, my paternal grandparents are going to do it, and my current aunt probably already did it.

Longevity appears to be a trait in my family. Nobody under 80 has died. My paternal grandparents are pushing 100.

Knowing how genes work, I know that I too will probably reach a ripe old age. Who knows? Maybe with new technology I will be able to reach 100 and treat it like 90 or even 80.

And that scares me.

I am afraid of outliving all my friends, especially my significant other.

I am grimly reminded of my longevity every time people mistake me for being high school age, every time I’m carded for alcohol.

Eternal life means nothing when you’ve nobody to share it with.

I don’t know what I would do if I outlive most, or all, of my closest friends and my significant other.

Surely, my offspring would be living, yeah.

But nobody would be around who was there with me since the beginning.

I often look at the oldest class reunions in my college magazine. People from undergraduate classes in the 30′s and 40′s still hang around - albeit only a handful. I wonder what that must feel like.

I wonder what it feels like to hobble over there to your old college campus, not knowing anyone, except this one ripe old motherfucker that you used to play video games with in their dorm and share dick jokes.

You’re too old to drink too much, too old to enjoy the band music, too old to really care about the new changes made to the school. Too old to really bother with reunions anymore.

Maybe you just sit on a bench somewhere in front of the dorm where you first met, and you talk about the time you saw your roommate naked or heard your next-door neighbor have sex.

Maybe you’re not really fully aware of the end, just as you weren’t fully aware of the beginning. Maybe, in some ways, we all become foggy and hazy. We worry about what death will be like now, but maybe for us in the future, it will be nothing but peace.

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2017 has also made me see people become who they really wanted to be. Aside from the shocking deaths, many of my friends have already entered the doorway of achieving their dreams. One just recently had her Broadway debut. Another is making music videos. Another is dishing out their artwork as freelance. Friends are out there in labs trying to cure cancer, publishing their work - their novels and their poems. Friends are out there dancing and singing. And some watch the stars for a living.

Work has been a roller-coaster ride for me, but finally, something big had just happened that will change lab work for molecular biologists.

Always support your friends and classmates. Always throw a dime to your music producer friend trying to make a living, the starving artist, the scientist looking for testers.

But in all our achievements, we must never forget the dreams that had faded.

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#death #life #distant worlds #final fantasy #dear friends #final fantasy v #onlife

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rubydart · 8 years ago

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Fireflies. It reminds me of when I was a boy. I’d catch them in a bug cage and release them in my house. But the next morning they’d always be… My mother used to scold me for being cruel. It’s true… such things are most beautiful when left in their own world. – Tatsumi (from vol 11 of Yami no Matsuei) Sorry about the repost but Tumblr ate the tags on the previous one because of some kind of glitch. I included an animated gif of the process this time, which can also be seen mostly in full on youtube.

#yami no matsuei #descendants of darkness #tatsumi seiichirou

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faithlead-blog · 7 years ago

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST, DON’T REBLOG.

* BASICS.

NAME / ALIAS : i’ve started going by syrallan on gaming platforms, but my og alias is syra which i almost always go by PRONOUNS : they / them but literally SEXUALITY : bisexual TAKEN OR SINGLE : single

* THREE FACTS.

ONE : one of my older brother once convinced me that if i ate enough worms, i would gain extra hearts like a video game & both of them laughed at me when i remembered years later TWO : it’s not often, but i do practice archery. when i first shot an arrow, it hit a bulls eye & from there, i’ve just kept practicing when i have the time. haven’t missed a target yet.

THREE : my friends call me a squirrel, sheep, dolphin, chipmunk --- a variety of things because i can make a noise similar to a squirrel / chipmunk ( i personally refuse to believe it’s a sheep or dolphin )

* EXPERIENCE.

HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?) : oh fuck man, a total of seven years now i think ??? PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED : facebook, k!k, tumblr, twitter, whirled ( my og starting place ), skype, discord BEST EXPERIENCE : copying from alex, the friends i made. on whirled in 2012, i met one of my best friends who i still talk to to this day & then on here, i pushed myself to come out of my shell even more & have made a multitude of friends. more than i ever had in junior high when i started.

* MUSE PREFERENCES.

FEMALE OR MALE : usually male FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT : all ? i don’t like a thread just for smut but if it’s a fluff or angst thread that evolves into it, then i don’t mind PLOTS OR MEMES : both are wonderful BEST TIME TO WRITE : night is the best time for me ! noise dies down around me & makes it easier for me to focus most of the time ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : sort of. i tend to be a smart-ass myself & as i mentioned before, i do archery as well. i’m also awkward so, i don’t know how i have a people job ?? i just kind of wing conversations & try to bounce off of previous topics to the best of my ability. i also can’t flirt for shit & get flustered easily so, there’s that.

TAGGED BY : @selfulfilling TAGGING : steal from me

#ᛟ ➵ second time’s the charm ➵ ooc.

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jbankai89 · 8 years ago

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The Stag and The Snake Part I, Chapter Five - Getting Along

My good friend and braintwin @kuriquinn suggested I try posting my actual fics on Tumblr, rather than just linking them, so I'm giving it a try. For those of you following my work on AO3 or AFF, these will be reposts until I'm caught up and everything is posted. :)

Title: The Stag and the Snake

Author: JBankai89

Status: Complete, Part 1: 12/12 Part 2: 22/22

Rating: Part 1: PG-13, Part 2: NC-17 Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Achievements: None

Warnings: Violence and Gore, Violent Sexual Assault, Minor Character Death

Summary: Vernon Dursley is enraged with the prospect of raising a boy he never wanted. Petunia recalls something that might help them get the child out of their hair more quickly. Overcoming their recalcitrance for anything magical, they invoke The Rite of Betrothal. Who will Harry be forced to marry, and will he be able to cope with all the demands it will entail?

Word Count: Part 1: 46 772 Part 2: 85 442