#so now I can stop nearly breaking my fingers everytime I use the e and g and h key

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[araminia16]

Banlaine (ADWN) Rated E

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Elaine’s skin tingled ever since Meliodas had come into the room. A light buzzing underneath her skin which reminded her of a bumblebee. She hadn’t let it distract her from her morning routine with Ban though. A shy glance out of the corner of her eye and his tall, lean silhouette loomed above the stove. She didn’t know yet where he had learned how to cook such delicious meals but they hadn’t had time to tell all their stories yet and Elaine so desperately wanted to hear them. No matter how good or bad they ended up being.

Her Ban was loud and daring when he mingled among his friends but with her he scarcely reminded her of the same person. So sweet and gentle almost as if he feared she’d break in his arms again. Well she knew how to be tough. The wings at her back were a testament to the fact of it. He would trail his fingers along the edges with such a light touch she wasn’t sure if he actually had his hand on her or not.

When Diane had come down for breakfast she had given her new sister a firm hug as Ban cooked. Then just a few minutes later Diane seemed quite ill, flushed and sweating in a way she hadn’t before. It was then Merlin dropped a rather large and important piece of information about Meliodas Eliane started to feel oddly.

Ban drew closer to her and wrapped an arm around her midsection protectively, “You wanna get out of here?” He whispered.

Elizabeth’s voice drifted down from the stairs followed by a sound of distress and a low rumble where the blonde demon had her pinned to the wall. The curling buzz deepened and Elaine’s eyelids drooped, vision blurred, and body relaxed into Ban’s frame. “What?”

“Shit. Can you fly, sweetheart or should I carry you?”

“Ban,” she hummed happily. “I love you.” A giggle followed her statement as she sank into his frame further.

“I love you too, but we need to go.”

“Okay.” She nodded giggling again as she sighed and blinked, movements stagnant as she lifted a hand and watched it almost more slowly than she perceived.

After some time Elaine wasn’t sure how many nor did she care Ban hadn’t moved and neither had she. The sluggish warmth permeated her every pore and each heartbeat had the place between her legs warm in the same way as when she and Ban made love. She felt almost a little too warm. A moan filtered over from the wall and when she turned her head to look Ban blocked her gaze with his body. “I’m not sure I can leave.”

“Then we can stay,” Elaine winced at the strange way her voice sounded. She shifted her body against Ban’s and came into contact with something rather thick and hard. A shiver pressed up her spine and she did it again with purpose.

Ban hissed and pulled back from her, “You. Can’t do that, sweetheart.”

“Why not? I don’t want to get the floor dirty.”

“You won’t.” She wasn't making much sense. Dirty?

“Okay. I feel...strange.” Slick and damp between her thigh sure now it might actually be dripping to the floor.

Ban took a deep breath to steady himself, “Elaine?”

“I feel sleepy but really awake as well. It feels as if my head is trapped in a cloud.”

Ban loosened his grip on her, “You want to rest on the bar?”

She nodded and the cool wood on her cheek felt amazing and the soft moan she let out followed up a giggle as one of Ban’s hands smoothed up her back taking up nearly the whole span of flesh while the other wrapped under her belly to hold her steady. “Hmmmm.”

“This will be easy if you sleep then we can get out of here.” At least Ban hoped he could get her to sleep instead of fuck because he wasn't sure how long he could maintain his hold on himself.

“Yeah.” She blinked slowly while he massaged the place her wings emerged from her back, guaranteed to relax her further. It did but each motion of his fingers shot down her body to where she felt so slick. Elaine spread her legs apart and whined, “Ban.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“I need you. Hand please,” After making love to Ban the first time she hadn’t been afraid of asking for what she wanted and Ban couldn't get enough of it.

“Fucking...damnit, alright sweetheart. I’ll make it better.” She felt his hand leave her back and the other pull her hips up further. The warmth of his hand first stroked along the backs of her knees before delving inward, “Oh baby, you are so damned wet.” They slid up her soaked thighs until he began to play with his thumb.

“Oh,” She moaned greedily with eyes closed as her entire body shook with the overload of sensation as she clenched around nothing and more slick spilled from her. Trembling aftershocks had her grasp the edge of the bar with both hands and moan open mouthed and loud despite the proximity of their occupied friends. Currently she noticed through blurred eyes Meliodas’s straw colored head between Elizabeth’s thighs...or so she thought.

Ban followed her gaze while his thumb skirted around her slick and he chuckled then pressed his thumb to the side of her still swollen nub.

Elaine moaned while her thighs, legs, and back trembled with the sensational overload. Nails scrambled to hold onto the bar. Her wings vibrated as he did it again then backed off to allow her to breathe. His vision had doubled painfully now and he had to draw blood along his arm to tone down the desire to pin her down, lift her dress and bury himself in her as deeply as she could take him. She was precious, perfect, and so small he had been terrified of hurting her accidentally at least twice her size but she had been eager their first time. Inquisitive and bright with adoration and he wanted that every time.

Sadly the angle did not lend itself for him to be able to settle his head between her thighs like the two over there, not that he paid them much attention. Not with the way Elaine’s blonde locks spilled around her head and back, the way her wings brightened and trembled with her pleasure and the small noises at each touch of his hand. Needing him. Wanting him. Only him.

“So beautiful,” He breathed out slowly, “How did you come to me?”

His only answer came in the form of another high moan as she trembled, nails scratching the counter as another wave of euphoria washed over her. She was hot. Too hot. The soft cotton chafed her skin where it rubbed while she shifted along his grasp. “Off. Off. Hot.”

“Soon. Patience.” He cooed back still gently with each motion of his fingers.

“No.” She whined then wailed as she crested over with another orgasm. “Banbabababababannnnn.” Her teeth clacked together to stifle the stream of his name broken and scrambled like she felt.

He pulled his hand back and tasted her, sweeter than usual, like honey wine with a little bitter bite near the end. He watched her rub her cheek against the wood and press her body back into him with an impatient growl. His vision blurred as each heartbeat started and ended at his cock and he bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood, spitting it to the side while he held her in place and reached back under her dress to pull it up over her rear, now flushed like the rest of her. The Captain had left now and it was just the two of them as he pressed one long finger into her warm, soft, flesh. It never ceased to amaze him just how warm it was. How hot she burned here and how silken soft and strong as her walls rippled along his digit.

Elaine panted and bit her lip then trembled once more with a look behind her at him. Golden iris met red and he gave her a wolfish grin filled with adoration as he eased his hand back then forward savoring everything as he always did. Savored her. This future which he thought long turned to dust. This woman he loved more than anything. He would treasure each and every moment he had with her until death.

A second finger eased into her now and she stretched around them with ease. Her hips rolled as much as she could move to ride the digits. Knuckles white with her grip on the bar she moaned out his name, wings fluttering, and she shuddered when he added the third finger. Clenched and spasmed with each wet noise and rumble she heard as he panted, as he whispered and worshipped through praise with each breath, focused solely on her she shuddered again. Fifth? Sixth? Tenth? Time had stopped and sped up through ages and echoes, waves crashed along the shore, the wind howled around them and the earth trembled.

His thumb circled and circled and her womb cramped with pain, but so much pleasure as she eased down, now aware of her empty body as his warmth rested along her back as she shivered and whispered, begged for more.

Ban kissed her neck, then sloppily at her ear, cheek, lips, tasted sunshine and sweet flowers, berries, and love as he popped the button on his pants and hissed when his hand came into contact with his rigid cock. Elaine rose up higher in offering, spread her legs further, and he kept one hand just at the base as he glided along her wet heat, coating himself and ramping up her cries for more.

When he pressed inward he held his breath. Everytime. How could he get used to this? When every time she felt like heaven, warmer than sin, softer than silk, how? He groaned with another bite of his cheek, eased inward without breathing until he felt the end of her, kept his hand firmly between them. He pulled out, then back in, out and in, a rising tide of euphoria enveloped each motion. It started from his toes, calves, thighs, in from his fingers, arms, chest, until it filled him to bursting.

Elaine laughed, and rolled back as another wash of warmth overtook her, another trembling spasm as she clenched down on the one thing she needed. How full of love, how safe and secure. Her head swam, limbs heavy with each breath coming fast.

Ban drove her forward hips now pressed to the bar as he thrust with a hand on her back and the other stubbornly in place, driving harder, faster, growling, and groaning with effort. Rhythm faltered as he reached his end, as he curled his body over her, “Elaine.” He growled out and felt it hit him hard across his back, vision blurred and he groaned with the force of it.

The only sound after was of heavy breaths alternating, then in sync, as some of the fog lifted from her. “Ban?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He panted.

“The wood isn’t very comfortable. Can we go to our bed before we do more?” The usual soft tone roughened and sluggish.

He laughed and pulled out, nearly dropping to his knees from the way his head swam and he didn’t bother putting himself away before he picked her up and carried her bridal style up the stairs, as the next wave picked up, as her back pressed into the feathered down of their bed, as his lips descended on hers, as her thin, delicate hands tore at his jacket savagely, his skin, as she gripped his bare shoulders, ran nails through his hair, clenched down when he bit softly at her neck, cried out when his mouth trailed with intent down her body, as he hauled her up, pulled her dress down her body, unlaced from her neck, watched her hungrily eye his torso.

Heat flushed and pulsed, he urged her back down, eased slim legs apart and listened to her gasp, moan, scream, beg, and cry his name over and over again until all he could hear was the blood at his ears, the thunder of his heart, all he could smell was her, all he could see was flushed pale flesh over and over again.

He pulled her to him, on their sides, their usual way and drove into her from behind. When she grew too hoarse to urge him on with nothing more than whines and moans. A cycle repeated over and over again. Until the spell broke and the madness cooled, until he held her exhausted body to his and they fell into an exhausted sleep, the sheets stained and slick with sweat and other things. He pressed a kiss to her temple and sighed into unconsciousness.

[z-iridest]

Can you do hawks and todoroki reaction to meeting their s/o for the first time after months of long distance online dating🙇🏾‍♀️🙇🏾‍♀️🌸

(A/N: This is such a cute idea! :3 Hope u don't mind headcannons again)

Online, Long Distance Dating: First Time Meeting In Real Life

Shouto Todoroki

To be fair, Shouto Todoroki hadn't even known what Instagram, or any other social media platform even was besides Facebook.

When he was first introduced to Instagram, the account made for him by his friends, he had instantly gained 1 million followers almost overnight. (He says it's only because of his father, but c'mon, ladies, he's just that hot)

The account posts page is filled with tagged, sneaky pictures from his friends, all of them adorable, pictures of soba, his mother (totally appreciation posts for Mamaroki) Fuyumi and Natsuo

But, one follower of his in particular caught his herochromatic eyes.... Y/N L/N. They had liked every one of his posts since day one, always leaving a friendly "hello" in the comments or leaving a comment about how wonderful his family seemed to be. If only Shouto knew just how whipped he was about to be....

The specific post that started it all popped up in his feed one fateful day was a picture of you that had been taken at the perfect moment. Your h/c floated in the breeze, your e/c shut as you were caught in an open mouthed laugh, Shouto finding your smile to be not only infectious, but bewitching. Yet, he yearned to hear what your laugh sounded like.

Before he knew what the hell he was even doing, he had -How would his friends put it?- slid into your dms, saying hello.

Since you lived in America (and were a light sleeper on top of being a slight insomniac), you weren't expecting a dm before the sun could wake up, so the minute your phone went off with a notification, you nearly fell out of bed due to the earbuds in your ears... That notification was LOUD!

When you looked at the message, it was from DamnIcyHot (that username was all Bakugo) and read: Hello, I'm Shouto. You looked beautiful in your recent post, and I thought you deserved to hear that. I hope you have a wonderful day

You blushed and that dm... Well, let's just say it wasn't the last.

Just two months after talking to you, Shoto asked you out.... On a video call, dressed in a tux with a red tie, and holding a half white and half red rose. (Pic above, folks)

Poor baby is so nervous, he's shifting and fixing his tie every few seconds and it's all you can do not to start squealing.

Y/N... I never thought it was possible to fall in love with someone I have yet to meet in real life, but, I have. I've fallen hard for you, Y/N. Everytime I see you post, it brings me so much joy and makes me smile everyday, and... I don't want it to ever stop. Y/N, I want to be able to video call you every night, to tell you how beautiful and perfect you are in my eyes until you fall asleep. I want to be able to see you every night and wake up to your beautiful face every morning. If I may have this chance, I promise, you will be treated like the princess you are, and I will never let you forget how precious you are to me.

The poor, half white, half red haired baby is now stumbling over his words as a blush darker than the red half of his hair appears on his face. Y/N... I was wondering... Would you... Maybe... want to be mine?

You had blushed and hidden behind your hands, a sight that Shouto still remembers as the cutest thing you've ever done, and nodded in response. If you had dared looked up, you would have seen the relieved look on his face as a laugh, a genuine laugh of relief, spills from his lips.

And that was only the beginning...

It only took a couple days before his friends noticed that their herochromatic eyed friend was acting a bit... Stranger than usual.

He was grumpier on certain days, happily smiling down at his phone, excusing himself to go to his room for hours on end.

Nobody knew what was going on, or why he was on his phone so much.

Kaminari had suggested spying on Todoroki, but Izuku had gone with a more... Direct approach.

When asked why he was on his phone so much, Todoroki had just blinked and said matter of factily, I have an S/O. The whole class, except for Yamomo, is shocked by this. This one of those, "I thought it was obvious" moments for Yamomo.

Speaking of Yamomo, she asks who the lucky person is. Instead of answering her, Shouto shows her the screenshot he unashamedly took of you.

In the screenshot, you're sporting a bright smile, e/c eyes filled with adoration and love, the look you had given him before calling him your Peppermint Baby for the first time, that baby boi was soooooo flustered by it. (What? He couldn't help it, it was too cute of a moment to let pass). The girls instantly squeal and ship you two together while some of the boys (*cough, cough* Kaminari and Mineta *cough*) are wondering how the hell you guys had even gotten together.

That same night, he called you and told you about the day's events, which honestly had you in fits of laughter.

Shortly after that, you were informed that you were being moved to Japan. Were you excited? Yes! You get to meet your boyfriend face to face for the first time, you were nervous and excited at the same time.

Did you tell him? Nope. You were waaaaay too giddy with the thought of how surprised he would be to see you.

Since you were being moved to Japan, that meant being transferred into U.A. High. Your Class being 1-A.

Shouto was talking to his friend group when you arrived, and thankfully for you, his back was to the door.

A green haired boy was the first to see you, his green eyes going a little wide while his friends were unawares, discussing who the new student could be.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something, you quickly put your finger to your lips, silencing him.

Thankfully, the Broccoli Boi gets the hint and schools his features before his friends can notice.

You quietly tip toed until you were directly behind him.

Covering a giggle, you covered his herochromatic eyes with your hands.

The second his eyes were covered, he jumped

Just as he was about to react, he read an all too familiar voice. "Hiya, Peppermint." It couldn't be....

Hands trembling slightly, he gingerly took hold of your hands and turned around, surprised to see a pair of e/c eyes looking back at him. "Y-Y/N?" You were so much more goregous in person....

"Surprise!" You giggled before you felt his arms wrapped tightly around you, a laugh leaving you as your feet left the ground as he picked you up, slightly spinning you before setting you down.

"Is this the girl you were telling us about, Todoroki?" A girl with big brown eyes and floating brown hair asked. The excitement in Shouto's eyes was evident as he finally turned to his friends, realizing you from his hug but still keeping his arm wrapped around you.

"Ururaka, Iida, Midoriya, this is my s/o, Y/N. Y/N, meet my friends Midoriya, Ururaka, and Iida." Shouto introduced you to his friends first. Iida's loud greeting captured the attention of your fellow classmates, and pretty soon, you were surrounded by a bunch of new friends.

It took a while for the excitement to die down, but when it finally did and Shouto finally got you alone, you suddenly found his lips on yours. Your first official kiss with Todoroki... Scratch that, your first one ever.

You found out that day that the Peppermint nickname you had given him... It was well deserved. That boy's lips tasted like sweet peppermint, and his kiss had been so gentle but passionate at the same time, it had taken your breath away.

Let's just say you guys shared a lot of firsts after that..... ;)

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Hawks? On Instagram? Bitch, please...

This motherfucker is always on Instagram when off duty or taking a break from hero work. He's the number 2 hero now for crying outloud, like he's gonna just ignore the fans that hit him up?

The Instagram he uses for his hero work is officialhawks, set up by his management that he visits every once in a while. That's the one the fans usually float to, and when fans dm, that's when he goes on it.

His personal Instagram, though? That's where the fun really begins.

His personal Instagram? Spice-E-Wings

Only follows a select few on it, and honestly, it'd be a lie if he said he didn't follow Endeavour's accout...

When your profile popped up under his suggested, he got curious....

Seeing as curiosity killed a cat, but never a bird, he satisfied his curiosity by checking out your profile.

Dis Bird Boi was not prepared for what he found.... And he instantly wanted to dm you...

Since you were used to your phone not going off, you were startled when your phone went off. Your roommate, who had seen you jump, teased you about it, to which you simply waved them off as you unlocked your phone to check the messages

Spice-E-Wings? What kind of a username was that?

Nevertheless, you accepted the message and saw this:

Hey there, wyd? ;) Jk, how r u?

The conversation started from there and took the most random turns, eventually turning into you two trying to one up each other on memes

He revealed who he was about a month after talking to you.

You... freaked... out....

You'd been talking to the Hawks the whole time?! Hawks was the one pro hero you had a crush on!

Just months later, on your bday, he asked you to be officially his.

Hey, dove, I gotta be serious here, okay? I really, really like ya, and I wanna get to know ya better. So, with that in mind.... U wanna be mine?

You have never squealed so loud in your life.... Once you were composed, you accepted.

The minute he saw your dm back, his heart exploded, ngl: Only if I get to call you my baby bird ;)

Month after month, it was like the two of you had an unexplainable chemistry despite never seeing each other in real life. Every morning started for you with a G'mornin princess 😘 from Keigo, he never wasted the day when it came to showing you affection over the phone

Despite having never seen your face, Bird Boi was whipped for you.

Did he want to see what you looked like? Hell yeah! But, he knew just by talking to you all this time, that it wasn't something you were ready for.

Imagine his surprise when on his birthday, he received a picture....

When he opened it, it read Happy Birthday Baby Bird, featuring the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life! His jaw dropped a little, ngl

Those beautiful e/c eyes, your silky h/c hair... Don't even get him started on that bod of yours... That man could praise you like a goddess for hours if you'd let him

His message back to you after that picture?

😍😍😍 Best. Birthday. Ever.

About a year after the two of you started talking, you ended up being transferred to a different city to work.... 12 hours away from your hometown.... To the very same city Keigo patrolled and was responsible for!

Instead of surprising him, knowing he was a Pro Hero, you told him about what was happening and the day you were moving.

Keigo was beyond ecstatic when you told him. He was finally gonna see you in person!

I have an idea, princess, as soon as you're settled in, meet me at the cafè Leblanc. I'll treat you to some coffee jelly on my break.... Leblanc's got the best coffee jelly in Japan. I wanna see you in person, and the sooner the better.

You felt nervous, but agreed to a time to meet up at

When you moved about two weeks later, you moved into your apartment and found that your place was only about a 10 minute walk from the cafè Keigo mentioned.

Now... If Keigo wasn't whipped for you before....

He certainly was now.....

The minute he spotted h/c hair in the crowd, he moved up into the air, his amber eyes easily finding you in the crowd.

You were soooooo much more beautiful in person, and it made him extremely happy to see you.

But, all of a sudden, Hawks felt nervous... What would you think of him when you saw him in person? That baby bird watched over you from the skies until it was time to call it quits. When he finally got everything done, he flew back to the cafè, where you were still waiting for him

No backing out now, Hawks... That's your baby down there, go see them. No big deal.

The mental peptalk did nothing for him... His body wouldn't move...

After an hour, you were getting worried, your brow furrowed as your mind raced through the horrible things that could have happened to him. You decided to text him, Hey, where r u?

And what was this bird brained bastard's reply?

Look up, princess

When you did, you saw him. Big red wings, amber eyes, messy blond hair and all. You watched him as he gracefully glided to you despite his nervousness.

The look in his amber eyes was so soft, a look of pure, unadulterated adoration and love for you clear as day. He immediately wrapped his arms around you

"I'm so sorry I kept you waiting, princess... Forgive me?"

You answered by kissing him, threading your fingers through his soft blond hair as he held you close to him, his wings wrapping around you too. When the two of you pulled away, a goofy grin was smiled before the first of many dates at that cafè took place

His Instagram post that day consisted of a very adorable kiss over coffee jelly with the caption: Finders Keepers, and I found a keeper :3

(A/N: A big thank you to @prismaroyal and @sadistiks for helping me out with Hawks' part :3 hope you guys enjoyed!)

Taglist: @fakeanimefanntnt @lxvely-mha @bnhabookclub

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Daddy’s Home Pt.1: The Pull UP

Okay so ya’ll gonna trip off of this one HERE. Thanks to my girl @hdkween I had to do it man i had to!!!!!!

Summary: Erik serves seven years of his ten year sentence, getting out on good behavior to finally teach his girl who left him almost four years ago a lesson (A NASTY LESSON) *tehee*

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+) This is long, and nasty, and just badddd yall.  If I haven’t tagged you please let my ass know because everytime i make a tag list i loose it lmao!

Mariposa County Jail.

That’s where she visited now. From her understanding, it was very strict. She got a further warning from her good friend Brianna, who had an ex-boyfriend there that she visited often.

“Girlllll, I'm just gonna warn you now, you can forget all the treats you could sneak in at the other jail, and paying off some of those crooked officers to fuck in the bathroom, NOPE. No bending the rules or you’ll be staying there too.”

Upon arrival there, Callie couldn’t even park and leave her 2015 Infiniti Q50 without some correctional officers approaching her vehicle to check it. She clutched her Pink tote bag, an attitude etched within her pretty brown features as she watched them attack her car, never missing an inch of space. After about ten minutes, they finally lifted from her vehicle, turning to escort her into the Institution.

It seemed they really wanted to be cautious, because now Callie had to go through a metal detector, also having to send her bag down the conveyor belt to get checked by a women correctional officer. Callie was used to this part, having to be searched before she entered, but not as extensive as her car.

She even received instructions before coming here to not wear similar colors that resemble that of the inmates. They wore blue from head to toe, so she wore an all black Pink tracksuit with her curly hair up in a simple top knot bun. After going through check out, Callie had to sign some forms, handing over her ID, stating her name, and date of birth.

“Callie Demetria Carter, 4/4/90.”

“Visiting?” The boring officer asked, his eyes never leaving the papers in front of him, the balding patch of thin hair on his pale head giving her a view she would normally laugh at if it wasn’t for her already overgrowing irritation.

“Erik Stevens.” Erik Stevens, graduate at MIT who took on the job as a hacker instead of an engineer.

At that the officer went to pull out a stack of visitors lists, finally finding Erik’s, scanning to see. Callie had always been curious to know who else visited Erik, her eyes staring through the thick panel of glass, squinting them to make out more than one name scribbled there.

“Alright, let's go. Leave all personal belongings here, and follow these few officers through that door to the phone room.”

Callie never had to visit Erik in a phone room. She always came to see him at the other institution in a wide open room where all inmates came to see their visitors whether it be friends, family, or even enemies. Callie tried to block out the image of the one visitor who sat next to her, the prisoner stabbing their neck repeatedly, before doing the same to themselves. Callie had nightmares about that for nearly a two months.

Finally lifting from the chair, Callie walked empty-handed as she allowed the slow swinging doors to close. It was a long dimly lit hallway, the sounds of her vans walking across the shiny hardwood flooring that had the smell of pine sol wafting from it. She gripped the zipper of her tracksuit hoodie tightly, her expression hardened.

Callie avoided her last visit to see Erik for reasons she didn’t want to bring up. She supposed Erik needed time to adjust here as well because he had transferred to this Institution for his own safety. Erik literally owned the last prison he stayed in called San Quentin State Prison. Erik had the warden and the correctional officers eating out the palm of his hand, he even had his own cell in a secluded area of the prison from the other inmates. That alone earned a lot of hate and jealousy towards him.

Callie remembers visiting Erik in the earlier stages of his arrest, face bruised purple and red from fighting, he even walked out with his orange jumpsuit undone, a bandage on his broad chest from an attempt stabbing in the courtyard:

“E! What the fuck?!” Callie wanted to cry.

“Aye! I told you, I got this. Don’t go wasting your tears on me. You got the weed right?” Callie’s somber expression turned to that of annoyance as she pulled out the plastic bag full of kush, his special kush that he smoked in jail to keep him level headed, especially if he planned on getting out on good behavior.

“Thanks, baby, you like my little Bonnie, always holding me down.”

Callie’s attention was brought back to the present as the doors to the phone room opened, revealing a long stainless steel counter sealed off by a thick pane of glass separated by a wall between each visiting area, a rusty black phone for the visitor and the prisoner to use, and hard plastic chairs. From the way this was set up, there would be no more weed for Erik and no more quick sex sessions. Callie finally takes her seat at the instructed area, pulling her chair close and pressing her elbows firm on the counter in front of her. As if on cue, the correctional officer on the other side of the glass opened the door, a buzz sounding out as awe transformed her face.

There, standing at 6’3 220 lbs with little beady beads in his hair, unkempt facial hair, and crisp blue pants with a matching top was Erik himself. Callie felt a blush creep up her face, all of the memories with this man flooding her brain again, giving the wicked imagery that she wasn’t prepared for. Adjusting herself in her seat, Callie clears her throat, trying her best to stare into the eyes of her incarcerated boyfriend, clear resentment festering within him. Callie couldn’t lie, she felt fear in her belly, even through the thick glass. Erik kicks back the chair, settling with a loud thump of the chains around his wrists, body slouched and eyes cold with fury. Callie took a chance to look around her, nerves a damn wreck before picking up the dirty phone, bringing it to her ear slowly. She motioned with a lift of her chin for Erik to pick up his phone, watching him snatch it up with so much aggression, fear churned in her stomach.

Callie could hear him breathing, his chest from what she could see rapidly moving as if he were suffocating on his rage.

“Hi E, how you been baby?” Callie licked at her dry lips. She waited for him to respond for what felt like a minute, the fingers on his right hand tapping at the counter deathly slow.

“I heard some things.” That's all he had to say to her, no hi princess, no wassup baby girl, no you miss me, just THAT. Callie felt disrespected, the number of times she would visit his ungrateful ass, and that’s all he had to say.

“Oh? So no hi how are you? No hey baby girl, wassup love, nothing?” She grimaced.

“Are you gonna confirm what I heard?” he gave her a dirty look with a shrug of his shoulders.

“I’ll entertain your rude ass since that’s what you clearly want me to do.” Callie seemed to have forgotten how aggravating her boyfriend could be.

“Word on the street is, my girl entertaining some other nigga.” Callie’s expression closed up, her fingers fidgeting while her eyes landed on a vein popping out the side of his neck.

“Wassup? You can’t speak?” Erik whispers with rage, his jaw tight and eyes bloodshot. He leans closer, his face almost pressing against the glass.

“It ain’t even like that.” She felt small. Callie felt like everyone in that room could hear what was going on.

“It ain’t even like that huh?! From my understanding, you let this nigga into my place, fucked this nigga in my bed?” He laughs.

“Erik chill out. I came all this way to see you.” She started to feel her anger stab at her brain.

“I’m finna break this MOTHERFUCKING glass.” Erik brings a single finger to the glass, stabbing it.

“I’m growing hella tired of the games Callie. You wanna stop with all that playing and tell me what’s really going on?” Callie’s leg fidgeted under the table, her eyes closed. She was afraid to even tell him anything from the reaction she was receiving right now.

“Fine! I met someone.” Callie nibbles on her fingers, her eyes wavering. He just sat there, immobilized with fury, his eyes deranged and a look as if he’d been slapped.

“You wanna run that shit by me again?!” The spit from his mouth hit the glass.

“I-I met a guy, his name is Lamont. We hung out a few times, and I invited him over. We kissed and he felt me up a little but that’s it! That’s all I didn’t let him hit I sware on my life!” Callie fucked up, she knew she fucked up. Erik had friends in AND out of jail. Callie briefly wondered besides his lawyer, were there others who would report things to him? She felt stupid.

“You stupid or what? You really thought you could fuck with another nigga while I was away? Especially since you’re MINES. What you thought I wasn’t gonna find out? I can’t believe your little simple ass.” He could taste the blood on his tongue from his rage. Erik pounded his fist on the counter, causing one of the correctional officers to approach behind him.

Callie rubbed angrily at her face, tears that she didn’t want nor needed, falling. She put up with Erik’s jailbird ass long enough, four years in jail to be exact. Callie had a lot going for herself, a college degree in Health Science, a great job with benefits and a salary wage, she wanted to feel guilty, but why should she? Erik landed himself in jail for credit fraud on multiple counts for some stupid job she warned him not to take, now he was serving seven to ten years behind bars.

“Fuck this, I don’t feel sorry about shit,” Callie yells, her limbs shaking.

“So you don’t feel sorry for getting with some clown while I’m in jail!!!?” Erik yells back into the phone.

“No, I don’t E. I feel like I deserve more than this arrangement we have going on.” Callie could see the hurt in his eyes, his nostrils flaring.

“What this punk nigga got that I don’t have?!” Erik smirks deviously then, his eyes low and predatory.

“Freedom.” Callie couldn’t believe she just said that.

“What a FUCKING SHAME. That’s all? Just freedom?”

“Freedom is better than dick Erik. Dick that you can’t sling behind bars.” Callie was on a roll. Did she know that from her words, she dug a deeper hole with Erik, but so? What could he do right? He was away for seven to ten years, by the time he got out she could be somewhere overseas living it up.

“You feel real tough on the other side of that glass. I’m giving you this one fucking warning Callie, DROP THAT NIGGA. Don’t look at him, don’t speak to him, don’t even breathe the same air as him.” with every word he spoke, he poked the glass so hard it shook.

“Erik, I’m tired of this shit. I’m sick of you trying to control me, I’m sick of coming up here with the same damn routine to see your sour ass, I’m TIRED! I’m fucking tired E.” Her eyes almost left her sockets as she spoke the words she’d been feeling for a while. Callie didn’t deserve this kind of lifestyle because of his mistakes.

“So WHAT?! You fucking leaving me?! What kind of girl of mines you supposed to be if you leaving me HUH?! Gon’ fucking dip out on me after all the shit I did for your ass. If the tables were turned you think I would do you dirty like this?! I can tell you now I WOULDN’T.” His voice was at its highest peak now, so deep and thunderous it earned the attention of practically everyone in that room.

“You are embarrassing right now! Calm your big ass down! You want the whole world to know our business?!!.” Callie scoots her seat back, lifting from her chair.

“Who the FUCK told you to exit! Were not fucking done Callie! I swear on EVERYTHING.”

“What?! Last time I checked I’m over here and YOUR over there!” Callie rolls her eyes at him, turning to leave with a middle finger to the sky.

Erik stands from his chair frantically, causing it to fall to the floor loudly. He snarls, nodding his head, pointing a warning finger to her retreating back as the officers lead her away.

“I��ll see you and that bitch ass NIGGA on the outside bruh!!!!!!” He felt the firm grip of the officers on his arms, causing him to laugh.

“Ain’t shit going on with me I’m GOOD.” Erik shakes them off. All he could see was her walking down that hallway, not even a backward glance.

“IT’S COOL BABY GIRL KEEP THAT SAME ENERGY WHEN I GET OUT!” Erik rubs at his nose, blinking his eyes rapidly while his fists clenched.

“Go ahead and bounce then Callie since you leaving.” He could feel his chains being pulled, his hurt face turning away from her blurred body as the officers lead him back to his shared cell.

Present Day: January 2019.

“Hey, Stevens!”

There were about four correctional officers headed towards his cell, the one leading the way going by the name of Johnson. All of them were big and intimidating, but none compared to Erik himself.

Standing at 6’3 246 lbs of thick muscle, body littered in tiny raised scars that represented each day he resided behind bars, skin a deep almond, hair in wild dreads that sat atop his head with a sharp temp-fade around the sides, bringing in the strong features that consisted of a broad nose, sharp brown eyes, wide lips that drew back into a snarl from the pull-ups he was currently doing, dark messy eyebrows, and teeth littered in gold.

“It’s showtime! Grab your stuff, were escorting you out.”

Erik drops down with a loud thud of his faded Timberlands against the smooth concrete of his cell, waking up his cellmate, causing him to groan. Erik gives Johnson a once over with his eyes, and a wicked smile before adjusting the drawstring to his pants, the fabric almost slipping from his waist to pool around his feet.

“It’s that time already Johnson? I thought my good behavior release didn’t start till next week on Wednesday?” Erik turns his chiseled back on Johnson and the others standing on the other side of his cell bars, walking over to his untidy bed, grabbing up the duffle he had already packed with some gear he definitely couldn’t fit anymore, throwing it over his shoulder.

“Where’s your shirt?” Johnson asked with annoyance.

“What’s the weather?” Erik looked up at the tiny window on the ceiling, the sun peeking through, staining his scared shoulders.

“It’s about 75 degrees.” Erik scuffs, pulling out a white long sleeve henley, throwing it on quick before walking up to the gate. Johnson begins to unlock it, Erik’s heart practically banging against his solid chest from how relieved he was to finally leave that shit hole. He served seven years of his sentence, SEVEN. He knew his lawyer would look out for him, the sexy bitch finally getting what she always wanted. The day Erik found out about his good behavior leave, his lawyer by the name of Marcia Grey requested to see him in private. Erik confused out of his mind showed up within that room to find Marcia in a tight nude bodycon skirt, with her white blouse undone giving him a full on view of her ample cleavage that begged to fall into his mouth. How many years has it been? Three years and eleven months since he had pussy? That’s about 1452 days. When he and Callie were together, they always had an arrangement of sex the four years before that, but since she called things off, Erik was left to beating his meat in hopes that the other prisoners couldn’t hear him.

Marcia made her intentions clear with Erik, that she wanted to fuck him in return for getting him his good behavior release. Erik didn’t have to be told twice, he lifted her up by the back of her thighs and fucked her a good two times, getting his nut in on that hard ass table. That was at least three months ago, now he really needed it craved it, and the only person to deliver that was Callie herself.

Callie Demetria Carter.

Could be Callie Demetria Stevens, She was lucky Erik loved her ass. He took his anger out on lifting weights, and punching bags, sometimes even racist prisoners who rubbed him the wrong way.

All that thinking, Erik hadn’t realized that the exit was inches away from him, the fresh air wafting his nose. FINALLY, no more smelling his cellmates shit in the middle of the night, no more quick showers because he wanted to avoid the homosexual prisoners who already gave him a look that made him want to break their faces in two, no more filling up on stale bread and ramen noodle hookups with tuna fish and eggs, and no more being pushed around by the crooked ass correctional officers.

Erik watched as Johnson opened the final gate to freedom, a car waiting for him ahead, HIS car, a 2018 NSX in electric blue.

“That’s you?!” Johnson was astonished.

“I might have been behind bars, but that doesn’t mean I ain’t got bank.”

Erik didn’t give a final farewell, walking up to his car, his good friend since childhood named Kendrick walking up to dab him up excitedly.

“Yee wassup big homie!” Kendrick pats Erik’s back.

“What’s good bro, YO, thanks for looking out for me while I was away, I owe you one big time.”

“That’s what friends are for right? You’re my nigga, of course, I was gonna look out for you.”

Erik practically runs to the drivers' side, itching to feel that leather on his back and smell that new car smell. Pulling off at 70 miles per hour, Erik starts talking business.

“My clean slate is already in progress from my understanding, I got some people in high places who owe me some favors.”

“AND, I found your girl, MISS CALLIE.” Kendrick clarifies.

“Is that RIGHT?” Erik’s grip on the steering wheel doesn’t go unnoticed, the leather making a loud crunching sound.

“YEP. she’s been dating that same nigga Lamont. Supposedly they’re going out tonight for a date, I think it’s RA Sushi on Lancaster Street.”

Erik’s irritation crackled.

He had something in store for her ass, just wait. He had a backup apartment where he did business that he could stay for a while, and then tonight he would pop up on Callie and her temporary nigga, serving up punishment by dick.

9:00 pm, Friday

“Look at you! You know how much I love RA Sushi.” Callie grabs Lamont's hand as he helps her out of his matte grey G Wagon, his hungry eyes never leaving Callie’s body. Tonight she wore a skin-tight camouflage bodycon dress, her lips painted a wine red, natural makeup on her face that brought out her hazel eyes, long hair done in soft curls, and her feet covered in nude So Kate red bottoms.

“I remember your love for Sushi Callie, figured we could start the night off right with dinner before we head over to the Hookah Bar.” Lamont stood at 6’1, a tall glass of chocolate milk with a bright white smile and chiseled features. His hair was shiny and black, blending perfectly with the fitted black sweater he wore and the dark wash denim of his jeans. He had a simple silver Rolex on his wrist with a silver rope chain, the smell of rosewood wafting her nose every time he took a step closer to her.

“Just hookah bar afterward? Nothing else you had in mind?” Lamont turned to her with a suggestive flicker of his thick black eyebrow, his lips turned up into a crooked smile.

“Callie you always want some damn dick.”

“What’s wrong with that? You telling me you don’t want to fuck?” Callie chuckles with a shocked look on her face. She never met a man who would turn down sex, especially if his women was ready and willing to provide that for him.

“OF COURSE I love fucking you Callie, but I was thinking tonight we could watch some movies, you know, get all boo’d up.” Callie actually scrunches her face at that. She hadn’t had the dick in about a week and all he wanted to do was lay in bed and watch movies? It was so foreign to her. As much as she hated to remember him, Erik never seized to please his women in AND out of the bed, that was before he got his ass locked up. Cali always wondered how he’d been holding up, sometimes thinking the worst, but she knew Erik could hold his own.

“Earth to Callie?” Callie hadn’t noticed her arrival in RA Sushi, standing in front of the hostess.

“Table for two right?” She asked all chipper.

“Yes, a booth near the window please,” Callie asked, watching as the hostess picked up two menus, escorting them to their table.

“You sure you good? You spaced out back there.” Lamont put an arm around her shoulder, squeezing her soft arm, bringing her body flush against his.

“Yeah, you know how I can get, lost in my thoughts.” They both settled into their seats, Callie letting out a deep breath before opening her menu to appetizers.

“You sure you telling me everything?” Lamont squinted his eyes in suspicion at her.

“Stop worrying about nothing and order us some appetizers! I was thinking we should share a bowl of ramen.” Lamont didn’t press her further, the waiter's arrival providing relief for her.

They both sat with glasses of water, undecided on what drinks they wanted with their chopsticks digging into the hot bowl of noodles, broth, beef, eggs, and veggies. Callie was so caught up in Lamont wiping some broth from the side of her mouth, that she hadn’t noticed the arrival of a special guest, but Lamont did.

“Can we help you brother?” Callie looks in the direction of Lamont's question to find THE ONE FUCKING PERSON SHE DIDN’T EXPECT TO SEE.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Callie screams in shock, jumping back in her booth seat, hitting her head against the brick wall. She whines in pain, her hand rubbing over her weave, eyes wide in terror, her hands shaking as they covered her mouth.

“Miss Callie Carter, AKA Daddy’s little slut with the trick tongue.” Erik rolls his shoulders, arms folded across his chest with his dreads freshly twisted and stroked to the side, gold-rimmed glasses on his face, a white v neck t-shirt with an oversized distressed denim jacket, light wash drop crotch jeans with red and black Jordan 1’s on his feet. He smiles brightly, revealing golds in his mouth. Callie could not remove her eyes from him, she COULDN’T BELIEVE that Erik himself stood before her with at least twenty pounds of muscle added to his body and a head full of dreads. Was this the nigga she left in the phone room almost 4 years ago?!!!

“What the fuck?! NIGGA, WHO ARE YOU TO SAY SOME SHIT LIKE THAT ABOUT MY GIRL? Did you lose your fucking mind bruh? Get the stepping homie!” Lamont was fuming now, ready to stand up out of the booth, but Callie put out a hand to stop him.

“Lamont!!! no, just no…”

Lamont gives Erik a nasty look before turning to Callie with confusion.

“You wanna tell me who this nigga is that claim you’ve been sucking his dick?” ERIK barks out a burst of laughter that caused a waiter to stumble with a tray full of hot saki shots.

“My nigga you don’t know?!! I’m the one Callie left almost four years ago.” Lamont had this dumb expression on his face that made Erik want to go upside his head even more.

“You lost you coffee faced nigga!? Check this out..”

Erik seats himself next to Callie, her entire personal space now filled with the smell of warm cinnamon, mint citrus, and Indian patchouli clouding her, it was provocative allure and power with distinct magnetic notes. Callie hated the fact that she loved the smell, she was livid because her seat grew wet.

“Since it seems that Callie here is the QUEEN of secrets, let me reveal her biggest one.”

“Erik DON’T” Callie yanks at his jacket, causing him to turn his blazing eyes on her.

“Get your fucking hands off me. You punished.” Callie felt like she’d been slapped in the face, her jaw slack and her hazel eyes almost leaving her sockets.

“Now back to you nigga with the temporary dick, I’m Erik, Callie’s man who’s been away in jail for seven years.” Lamont marinated in resentment, not a word spoke just pure hate in his eyes as he stared at Erik unblinking.

“You look like you wanna kill me right now, but I bet that shit doesn’t match up to how much I wanna end your fucking life,” Erik spoke that low and careful, so Lamont could catch every single word.

“And as for you,” Erik points to Callie without even looking at her.

“I told you not to come near this nigga, didn’t I? I told you not to breathe the same air as him and look at what we got.” Callie could only shake her head, her lower lip trembling. She didn’t know what would happen next, but she KNEW it wouldn’t be the perfect reunion.

“Say goodnight, Callie, we leaving.” Erik lifts from the booth, walking away a little to find Callie still seated.

“Oh? So Daddy gotta punish you further huh? That’s cool, I’m up for the extra work.” Callie looks at Lamont, his eyes staring down at the table without a single gaze at her. Erik whistles, getting Callie’s attention again as she finally lifts from the booth, now on her two feet.

“Sorry, Lamont.” She says over her shoulder, guilt creeping up her belly.

“Sorry, not sorry,” Erik says with a smile, knowing that Lamont wasn’t stupid enough to get up and try anything with him. Callie takes tentative steps towards Erik, all eyes in that restaurant on her like she was walking the walk of shame.

Erik holds up his hand to her, stopping her.

“What the fuck you doing?” He says with a harsh breath escaping his mouth.

“Is that how you're supposed to approach big daddy? You forgetting something?!” Callie’s body stiffens, turning her face away from him. He had so much CONTROL.

“You can’t be fucking serious right now Erik???” He cocks his head at her response.

“Oh I’m DEAD Fucking serious, get on all fours NOW, and crawl to me before I leave your ass in this restaurant.” Erik snaps his fingers, pointing towards the floor rapidly. Callie shakes her head, kneading her shoulder, she just couldn’t do it in public NO FUCKING WAY.

“I DON’T CARE WHERE WE ARE. You’re Daddy’s little slut who likes to be on her knees.” Callie massages the back of her neck, her eyes wavered as she lowers herself to the floor in the middle of that restaurant. She flips her hair over her shoulder angrily, placing her hands onto the floor now, crawling towards him slowly with her piercing hazel eyes on his dark deranged ones. Erik laughs bitterly, walking back towards the door with his eyes trained on his Callie, her plump body swaying with each crawling motion. Finally, at the door, Erik stands with his back against the archway, arms folded, waiting for her to kneel in front of him. Callie makes herself comfortable on her knees, her eyes still on him, because she didn’t want to risk pissing him off further in public.

“I been gone from that pussy for too long for you to entertain some other nigga, some wack ass nigga you stupid?! You thought you would get away with it huh?!” Erik kisses his teeth, bending over to grip her chin roughly. Callie gulps, her lip quivering.

“Erik,”

“AYE.” She snaps her lips shut, her tongue rolling along the inside of her cheek.

“DADDY. Please, I’m-I’m fucking sorry okay I-I-I?!!”

“I-I-I-Too late Callie.” Callie could feel everyone's eyes on her, Erik looking up scanning the restaurant with malice.

“Fuck yall looking at?! Mind yall fucking business!!!”

Callie wanted to slap his fine ass clean across his face.

“FUCK-YOU-ERIK.” She said that with spite, already regretting it.

“Fuck me?! NAH, kill that IM FUCKING YOU. And I’m fucking you hard, and rough. Too many years in that fucking cell.” His voice grew so deep and terrifying. It not only had her fearing him, but it also had her pussy wet and calling for him.

The pleasure, the terror for the MAN.

“Round one of your punishment, I miss those naughty lips wrapped around my dick.” Erik lifted his shirt to his mouth, his hard, sensuous, able-bodied, sturdy, powerful, brick house frame came into view littered in these interesting scars that had her starstruck and dazed.

“Each one of these scars represents the number of days I spent behind bars, seven years worth of days.”

His thick fingers took its time to undo his pants, her throat bobbing and spit forming in the corners of her mouth. She salivated for this man, her face giving him a fake scowl. Erik knew her all too well, a mischievous smirk on his face as he stuck one of his hands down his briefs, pulling out a whopping 10 inches of thick dick, gripping it firmly at the base, Callie going cross-eyed as her eyes took in his thick head, and veiny shaft.

“What you supposed to do with this?” Erik could hear the audible gasps and objections from the people inside the restaurant. Callie’s tongue flicks her bottom lip slow, her eyes trailing from his impressive piece of meat to his sexy eyes.

“I’m supposed to suck it, DADDY.” Callie felt butterflies in her belly from that.

“That’s a start, and how you supposed to suck me off?” Callie wiggles on her knees.

“With both hands behind my back, using only my mouth.”

“THAT’S RIGHT. Only using that FUCKING MOUTH. No hands, just the lips, that tongue…”

Erik’s dick sits on her lips then, Callie’s head shaking from how good it felt to have that heavy thing rest on her bottom lip, staining it red.

“I don’t wanna see my dick, you better use that throat to your advantage! Make my shit disappear like you ain’t got no barrier!” He barked that shit out rough. Callie brings her hands behind her, opening wide, sinking her mouth on his stiff dick smooth and clean, her throat vibrating around him. It felt like home sweet home the way his dick sat deep to her uvula, her inner cheeks contracting around him giving his dick the best tension. She couldn’t believe that Erik had her on her knees, in front of EVERYONE with his dick in her mouth, fresh out of prison.

“Taste like it used to right? Ain’t change one fucking bit.” Callie nods her head, sucking him with a twirl of her mouth causing his dick to hit her inner cheeks each time, a hiss escaping his mouth deeply. She releases with a pop, spitting on it, then gliding her lips over him again, now bobbing her head quickly, the gurgling sounds so loud in her ears, the shock from the people around them became less audible. She loved it, every single inch of it no matter how upset she tried to be. She missed the dick, and it made her own the humiliation even more.

“Suck on my sack bitch.” That’s the only warning she needed, her mouth popping off his dick to suck on his hefty balls, Erik grabbing hold of his dick then, smacking her cheek. Her tongue thrashed wildly over him, sucking him up into her mouth one at a time, her pretty eyes taking in the strain of pleasure that was etched across his face.

“Look at you, for somebody that wanted to leave me so damn bad you sure as hell giving me a good welcome home present. Nasty ass.” Callie licks her way back to his dick, her lips sucking hard on the tip of his dick, which caused Erik to grip the sides of her face, fucking into her mouth so rough her nails dug into the skin on her hands.

“DON’T RUN EITHER LET ME TAKE THIS MOUTH.” He fucked her mouth like it didn’t belong to her, Callie’s body shaking and her entire face covered in spit. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of this sexy man, he was even sexier than before, and the thought of him fucking her tonight had her praying to God to wake up the next day with the ability to walk.

“Still got that dangerous tongue I see, FUCKKK.” He threw his head back, that lip she loved to suck on between his teeth.

“This my mouth now Callie, Let me cum in my shit.” Erik’s hips banged into her mouth faster and faster, his groans growing louder.

“FUCK YES!” She whimpers around him, his cum spilling out in loads down her chin, neck, and chest. It was SO MUCH, she couldn't even drink it all. Callie never knew Erik to cum that much.

Erik withdrew his dick, smacking her on the lips with it before scraping up some cum, feeding it to her. She drank every single drop with love and affection, her makeup ruined and clothes, the humiliation in the back of her mind.

Callie’s hands fought to gain control as she opened her apartment door, the hallway deathly quiet with the exception of Erik’s hard breathing on her neck. He yanks on her weave hard, pulling her back and causing her to slam her door closed after successfully opening it. Callie’s throat felt like she swallowed rocks from how sore it was, Erik, making her suck his dick again on the ride over.

“You thought you would run out on a nigga? Fuck another nigga?” Erik smacks her ass rough causing her to draw in a sharp breath.

“ANSWER ME!”

“No! I-I no Daddy no!!!”

“No? So you didn’t fuck him?”

Callie felt him yank on her hair again, her right foot almost causing her to fall.

“I-I, EEEEEEE.” She knew if she told him, he would get her.

“shut -that-whining-up-right-fucking-now.”

“DADDY, pleasseeee.”

“SAY IT.” Callie hiccuped from her whimpering.

“Yes. yes, I did.” She felt his nose press into her face, taking a deep breath in, blowing it out, then take another deep breath in, holding it. She did it.

“Open that door baby girl, right now.” Callie felt Erik release her hair, her hand gripping the knob to let them into her place.

“STRIP.” Erik doesn’t wait for her to get to the bedroom, let alone all the way into her living room, watching Callie step out of her heels, pulling her dress up and over her head, revealing an emerald green g string underneath with a matching push up bra. Erik runs a hand down his face as he takes in Callie’s heavy titties, down to her round belly, straight to her pussy, down her thunder thighs, and finally landing on her pretty toes.

“My nasty little bitch got thick on me. Look at you, mmm, ass so phat pussy so phat, titties sitting pretty, chunky and sexy.” Callie clutched her chest, the look in Erik’s eyes making it hard for her to stand on two feet.

“Now you KNOW that pussy too fat to fit into a g string, look at it.” Erik takes off his jacket, pulling his shirt up and over his head, practically knocking her out with that killer body. He looked like he belonged in the military running drills. With a body like that he could lift her up and over his head, knock a nigga out with one clean punch.

“Pussy lips hanging over the sides, eating that fabric.” His tongue flicked his upper lip repeatedly. Callie’s eyes were trained there, her mouth hanging open.

“You like that? You like the way daddy flick his tongue?” Erik started teasing her then, flicking his tongue over his lips LL Cool J style, biting them with a wrinkle of his nose, puckering them, flicking his tongue between his fingers, she couldn’t take it.

“I bet Lamont wack ass couldn’t eat the pussy like me COULD HE?” she jerked her leg to calm her pussy.

“Say no daddy.” He instructed.

“No daddy.”

Erik approaches her, taking his fingers to yank her bra down, her titties jumping out at him with surprise. Erik frantically lowered his mouth, sucking up her nipples in a sloppy manner, making lurid noises. Callie didn’t hold back a single moan as he attacked her heavy chest, her hand's yearning to touch him, causing him to smack it away.

“What I say? You punished right? Say yes daddy.”

“Y-yes daddy.”

Erik unclips her bra, tossing it to the side in her living room, grabbing two handfuls of her titties sucking her nipples so good it almost made her fall flat on her back.

“I missed this mouth daddy.”

“I bet your thick ass did. You can’t get nothing pass me.” Erik trails his tongue down her belly now, kissing and nibbling.

“You remember how daddy liked to eat the pussy?” Callie nods her head.

“You got a mouth right? USE THAT SHIT.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“So how Daddy used to do it then?” Without a further word, Callie got to the floor, turning with her back arched and bent over, her pussy spreading for him in that tiny ass g string.

“GOOD GIRL. You know your position like the back of your damn hand.” Erik kneeled in front of her, fisting her panties before ripping it clean off.

“DAMN DADDY.” Callie’s eyes rolled in lust. Erik’s hands came down on her ass roughly, watching her skin grow red. Callie winces, and each time she would assume he was done spanking her, she felt another ping of pain.

“OWW!” She wanted to grab her ass but Erik wasn’t having that.

“Say I’m so sorry daddy.” Erik’s hands weren’t letting up, Callie felt her eyes began to water.

“I-I-I’m so sorry daddy.” He wasn’t convinced. Erik takes three of his fingers, sucks on them slow, before arching her back further, sliding his fingers into her wet pussy in one motion, Callie’s fist hitting the carpet. She attempts to close her legs but NOPE, Erik wasn’t having that shit.

“APOLOGIZE BETTER THAN THAT BABY.” Erik pumps his fingers over her g spot, spreading her wider with his knees, watching the way her body bounced with a need on his fingers.

“Callie, what I say?!”

“IM SORRY!!” Erik’s hand came down on her ass again like a whip, while his three fingers pumped her pussy quick. Callie’s toes curled, and her ass jiggled from how forceful Erik stroked with just his fingers.

“CUM. That’s the only warning I’m giving you.” Erik wasn’t playing with her tonight.

“Mmm” *stroke* “mmm” *Stroke* “mmmmmm” *STROKE* *STROKE* *STROKE* It was sweet torture.

Callie’s body bent lower, her cries muffled into her arm as she squirts on her plush carpet.

Without warning, Erik bent down to her pussy, laying her flat against his mouth, his tongue thrashing and lips rubbing all over like a mad man. Callie felt like she was in another dimension the way he ate like a savage. He ate her like he was starved like he hadn’t eaten for months. She could only lay there and cry, and Erik just kept on going, aiming to give her orgasms that would shatter you from the inside out.

“FUCK MY FACE.” Callie began bouncing on his mouth, and everytime her pussy hit his lips, he would suck her up like she was running from him.

“Oooooooooooo I can't take it!”

“Fuck my face like I said, give Daddy that fucking pussy, MY fucking pussy.” She wiggled her pussy on his lips, the suction sooooooo gooooooodddddd it had her lifting from his mouth. This alone earned another thunderous smack to her ass.

“What I tell you to do?!!” His fingers gripped her hips hard.

“Fuck your face.” She shook madly.

“So where that pussy going? fuck-my-mouth-like-I-said-right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well let’s go then I haven’t eaten all day bitch,” Callie whines her hips on his tongue, Erik slowly french kissing her pussy, actual kisses involving the slow sensual movement of your lips, with the surprise of a tongue, and the deep suction of the mouth. That’s what Erik gave her, but with more force.

“HAHA, That's the way you feed a nigga some pussy.” She fought the urge to grip his dreads.

“Yeah, daddy yeahhhhh.” She whimpers repeatedly like a song, her body tensing up as Erik continuously swiped his lips and tongue over her clit. Callie’s arms gave out on her, her body collapsing as her pussy creamed his entire mouth, too weak to jerk let alone moan. She passed out on his mouth, Erik still sucking like she had some left, but her pussy felt like he sucked her dry. He parted her pussy lips, sucking on everything there, flicking his tongue in its wake, causing her to flutter, her belly growing tight. She places her head on her arm, rocking her body back and forth while he did what he came to do FUCK HER UP.

Erik came to give her that torture and now Callie was a moaning mess, her clit so sensitive and the pressure in her belly so tight that she lifts from him frantically, crawling away. Erik growls in anger, his dreads wild in his face. Callie couldn’t even make it to the wall without him slamming her against it, parting her legs, laying flat on his belly while he finished the job. Callies, toes pointed roughly into the carpet, thighs shaking, her hands gripping a handful of his dreads.

“Ima squirt, ima squirt!” She squeezes her eyes shut, the pressure knocking at her hard, and finally gaining access to Erik's mouth as she slid down the wall. She gave silent cries to his assault, finally feeling his lips leave her pussy, but of course, he smacks her there.

Erik’s chest rose and fell rapidly, lips set in a hard line as he removed his bottoms, kicking them off. She couldn’t keep her eyes off his DICK. It was so damn big it made her moan just from the sight.

“Oh don’t worry, you bought to get it now.” Erik picks her up and over his shoulder, guiding her to her room.

“I haven’t heard you cry enough tonight. I’m gonna make you scream from this dick.” Erik kicks open her bedroom door, throwing her down onto the bed watching her body bounce and jiggle.

“If I buss it wide open will you scream for Daddy?” Erik yanks her pillows and covers from her bed, kneeling between her legs. He brings his hand to her wet pussy, smearing the sloppy juices over his hand, and bringing it to his dick.

“If I pound you into this bed will you cry? I really wanna make that ass cry.” Erik pulls her legs back so far she winces, her feet touching her headboard and her knees touching her ears.

Erik leans over her, his dick sliding between her folds, whispering low into her ear, his breath fluttering against it.

“Daddy gonna stretch this pussy.” He whispers so low you have to be still to catch it.

“Daddy gonna beat it up.” Callie taps her toes against the headboard.

“Watch how daddy does it.” Erik lifts, his hands latched to the back of her thighs, his dreads hanging in her face, and his dick slowly sinking into her purposely. Callie frantically shakes her head, pushing at his rock hard chest, the texture of his scaring soft against her fingers. He jerked forward rough, causing her to bounce. She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her chest. Erik repeats himself, the sound of smacking flesh hard and rough in her ears, the springs creaking like they begged to break. She shook from the pleasure and pain as her eyes swam with tears and her jaw dropped. Erik went without stopping, Callie no longer differentiating between consciousness and unconsciousness.

“You watching me punish you, look what you got me doing.” Erik drew his lips into his mouth, his eyebrows scrunched and his dimples smiling at her.

“Keep them eyes on me, watch me fuck this pussy up.” She gritted her teeth, nothing left to do except to grip anything. Her eyes observed his dick fucking her while his pupils flared. Callie couldn’t take the way his strong arms held her big thighs open, and the way his thick dick went in and out with a stream of wetness coating it.

The momentum increased times 1000 now, Callie digging her nails into Erik’s shoulders, his big goliath frame pumping her pussy so hard, her body jerked like a fuck doll, a shrill scream escaping her mouth.

“There you go, that’s it. Scream while I’m in the pussy.” There was sure to be a gaping dent in the middle of the mattress the way Erik fucked her, using Callie’s pussy like a punching bag, his stamina insane just as much as that dick.

“I gotta cum!” Callie cries.

“You always gotta cum, ain’t nothing I don’t already know.”

“Daddy it’s right-there!” She screams to the ceiling. Callie’s pussy was THROUGH she couldn’t take anymore.

“Where the fuck is it?!” Erik searches with his eyes, his lip between his teeth while glowering.

“DADDY,” Callie jerks so wild that Erik’s grip on her slips, her liquid pouring on him.

“You getting more of this dick though so BEND OVER.” She couldn’t even move without falling into the mattress, Erik flipping her over, positioning her so that her ass was in the air pointed to the ceiling and her arch was so deep her spine was non-existent. Erik grips her wrists, jerking forward into her cleanly, her head throwing back before falling forward in defeat.

“Say fuck this pussy hard from the back daddy.” Erik jerks slow.

“Daddy-fu-fuck this pussy hard from the back.”

“Where your fucking manners??”

“Fuck-fuck this pussy hard from the back pleassse.”

“GOOD JOB.”

If back shots could kill, Callie would be dead. If getting your back blown out felt like the dick itself fought to claim your soul through your pussy, then Callie would be a shell. Erik fucked like a monster, his dick not only residing in her guts but her damn chest. Callie turned to look at him in the middle of his assault with a tear stained face and a blank gaze, her hair a tangled mess and her lower lip quivering.

“You look lost, something I can help you with??” her ass was a tidal wave as it bounced off his body.

“Slow down daddy.” Callie practically pleaded with this man.

“How old are you?” Erik asked between deep breaths.

“28.”

“So what that make you then? A little girl or a grown woman?”

“A grown w-w-women.”

“So be a grown woman AND TAKE THIS DICK, take it no problem.” Erik lifts one leg, crossing his arms on her back, fucking her as hard as he could go, Callie’s head falling to the mattress, so close to banging on the headboard. Erik noticed her eyes rolling to the tops of her lids, her arms going limp in his.

“I can’t believe this shit, my dick got you passing out!” Erik couldn’t help the triumphant smile on his face, His dick growing sensitive in her pussy he just KNEW he would feed her his cum.

“Whether you’re here with me or not tell me if you feel this nut in this tight SHIT.” Erik groans repeatedly, finally snapping his hips forward rough, his nails dragging over her skin. Callie felt possessed, her pussy like a cream filled doughnut. Her eyes snap open frantically, as Erik jerked himself empty, her arms flailing in his grip. “We don’t run from the dick Callie! Stop acting defiant.” Callie pushes at Erik with her foot, rolling off the bed and running for her bedroom door with a limp in her walk. Erik wanted to yell from how angry she just made him.

“WHEN YOU GONNA ACT YOUR AGE AND TAKE THIS DICK CALLIE?!!!” Erik lifts from the bed, his dick swinging, searching for her with a swing of his head, dreads shaking.

“We playing hide and seek now?” Erik chuckles deep, turning left in her living room finding call standing on the other side of the table with a pleading look and a continuous shake in her thighs.

“The fuck you doing?! Bring that ass over here now!”

“No E! I can’t take it no more the dick is too much! What the fuck You been doing lifting weights with the dick?!” She observed the way his dick stood erect, hard enough to break a damn brick in half.

“That shit just won’t go soft.” She cried like a baby.

His forehead creased in frustration, “when I catch you, I’m fucking you into whatever surface there is. EVERY TIME YOU RUN, it’s just gonna earn you a harder fuck.” Erik jolts left while Callie goes the other way, pausing when Erik makes a quick move to her side. She tried to run but her foot caught on the side of her dining room table chair, causing her to trip and Erik to wrap his big arm around her waist, lifting her naked body up and on the table. The plant in the middle falls over, littering soil on the surface and water. He has her ankles now, pulling on them and finally resting them on his shoulders.

Her eyes were glossy, head shaking as Erik spread her legs again, yanking up her hand and wrapping it around him.

“Put this dick in my pussy.” He instructs. Callie does as she’s told with a shaking hand, her pussy disobeying her advances from how tight and swollen she was.

“Oh so now the dick can’t fit?! It was just in there a minute ago!” Erik starts jerking his hips, the more he jerked, the more his dick would stab into her pussy. Callie’s brows drew together, her back arching as Erik’s stiff dick finally made its way into her pussy again.

“You know what I think?” Erik grips her hips, pulling her body onto his dick like she couldn’t move a muscle.

“I think you like to play like you don’t want me to fuck you. But guess what? I like the chase, the more you do it the more I want it.” His hips snapped forward and the muscles running along his abdomen flexed each time. Callie couldn’t take the sight of this beautiful man fucking her.

“You taking my pussy daddy?!!” Callie’s mind and body seemed to warp to his control. She felt him bring her knees to her ears, angling her body so that each time he pounded, her lower half would meet his thrusts. Callie screams from the deep diving of his dick, causing her to slap him hard across his face, so hard she could see the vein in his neck snap.

“DO THAT SHIT AGAIN.” Erik dated her to, his eyes damn near black, face contorted in fury. Callie slaps him again, the sound compared to the sound of a belt breaking skin. He growls.

“You so mad at Daddy fucking you into this table slap me again! Hit me again right?! Do it bitch since you so sick of me fucking this pussy up!” Callie started to punch at his chest, her hands now yanking hard on his dreads, bringing his head towards hers, his eyes squeezed shut from the tension. Erik stabbed his dick angrily into her, the table scraping against the floor now hitting the wall.

“You mad and I’m taking this pussy AND you can’t run.” He was smug about that. Callie’s walls clench and unclench around his dick then, her tiny hand coming to his throat then.

“YOU JUST LOVE MAKING ME SQUIRT HUH?” She yells. You could hear her wetness building inside of her like Erik was plunging his dick into a body of water repeatedly.

“You love ME making you squirt. Like I told you, I’m taking this pussy and every single squirt and cream with me.” Erik bit down on the hand that tried to choke him, causing her to wrap her legs around his neck, her body shaking like a wave, squirting on this mans dick AGAIN.

She watches as he slips out of her, bringing his mouth to attack her wet pussy.

“You eating it for what though?!!” She cries, her body already going limp from Erik’s tongue.

“Spread that pussy open Callie.”

“No nigga.” She pushes at his big head, but of course, his neck is made of muscle too.

“No? You don’t tell daddy no you tell daddy yes.”

Erik sucks her up so much her liquid began to form around his mouth in bubbles, she had NEVER been this damn wet. She couldn’t control herself, as much as she cried and pleaded her hips rolled over his tongue.

“Fuck you and that mouth!” She could feel it growing in her belly again.

“You love it when I make you cum stop acting brand new!!!” She screams, her pussy squirting on him AGAIN. She almost falls to the floor from the feeling, Erik’s face shining, his lips dripping, his chest and abs glistening. Callie slips from the wet table, backing away from his crazy ass before running to her door. Erik doesn’t move just yet, kissing his teeth in annoyance before looking down at his still erect dick. His conscious begged him to cum again, he had to. Imagine being away for so long with only a memory to beat your meat to and not the real thing. Erik walks into the living room to find Callie unlocking her door, slipping out. He runs like he was doing sprints on a race track, catching her by her hair, closing the door, and lifting her body to the door. There they both stood, naked in the hallway for any of her neighbors to see, and I guess they both got there wish.

“What the HELL is all that noise out here!!” Callie’s neighbor Miss Daniels yanks her apartment door open in one of her house dresses, old titties swinging and shower cap halfway off her head.

Callie didn’t mean to give the old women a heart attack she really didn’t, but the look on her face made it look like she needed medical attention. Erik didn’t even give the lady a glance, his eyes fixated on Callie’s voluptuous body up against that door.

“Miss Daniels go ahead back in he’s not gonna move.” Callie warns the women, watching as she closed the door softly, her eyes popping out her head.

“You catching cardio while I’m tryna get in them GUTS. You got the neighbors watching and shit fuck wrong with you?!” Erik takes his dick again, teasing her tight entrance before sinking back into her so deep her eyes roll cross-eyed. Erik smirks at this, now bouncing Callie on his dick so good and loud everyone in that apartment we’re definitely sure to hear now.

“You gonna run from this good dick again or act right?”

Callie’s lip trembles from the way his head glides along her g spot.

“Act right Daddy.”

“And if you don’t act right, what Daddy gotta do?”

“Punish me further.” She whispers

“Yeah, that’s what daddy gotta do. If you just let me paint them walls again with this nut, I’ll leave you alone for the night.” Erik opens the door, walking into the apartment with Callie still around him, bouncing her slow.

“You still keep that vibrator in your top drawer between your socks?”

Callie couldn’t believe this nigga wanted to use a sex toy on her after already torturing her pussy enough that night.

“Mhm.” That’s all she says, her head falling back and Erik’s lips and teeth latching to her neck. Back into her bedroom that reeked of sex, Erik puts Callie on the bed, walking to her dresser to find her vibrator. She had a few new ones now, pulling out a gspot one that he itches to use. Erik walks back to the bed, flipping Callie up on her side, resting behind her while bringing her leg up and to her shoulder. Erik couldn’t keep his hands from gliding along her wet, sloppy pussy, finally turning on the vibrator and placing it inside her sitting right over her spot.

“Ahh!” She attempts to curl her body up, making Erik dig into her hips, dick twitching as he sinks into her again with a shake of his head in blissful ecstasy, rubbing along her outstretched thigh before gripping a handful of her ass from behind. Erik could feel the vibrator jump along the tip of his dick each time he fucked up into her.

“DAMN, we gotta do this more often. Shit feeling good.” He bites her ear hard, causing her to screech.

“Shit feel amazing right? Say uh huh daddy.”

“Uh huh daddy yess” Callie’s body couldn’t help it, the way he rubbed in her and the way that vibrator glided on her spot had her shaking with pleasure.

“You don’t wanna run no more huh? You tired of running from this dick?”

“Yess.” Erik keeps his eyes on the side of her face, his dick buried deep like he was digging for gold. Callie turns to meet his dark eyes, bringing her mouth to his frantically, letting this man use his cum stained tongue to ravish her mouth. Erik wanted her wider, trying to stretch her body more and more so he could feel the vibrator too. That shit had him going wild, his teeth biting down on her bottom lip and his abs flexing on her back.

“You gonna cum daddy?! You better cum too since you fucking me so much!!” She spoke that through clenched teeth.

“Cum in me deep daddy pleaseee!”Callie asked innocently her hand gripping his face. 

“BEG ME.”

“Fuck me good and cum in me deep DADDY! please, please fuck!” Erik trails his eyes down to her pussy, his head falling forward as he roughly fucked up into her, her body jerking and hands pulling at the last bit of sheets on her bed. She couldn’t take it, her head fell back against him and her eyes fluttered shut. Here she was, giving him her final squirt of the night, the most powerful squirt mixed with his thick white cum.

“LET ME CUM IN YOU DEEP.” Erik was frantic.

“So fucking deep you better SUCK ME DRY.” He bangs into her two more times, before shouting a string of curse words to ceiling, the pressure of his dick against that vibrator causing Callie to release herself all over him some more.

Erik slipped out of her slow, his dick throbbing, and the vibrator buzzing madly on the bed. Callie could only lay there, feeling the bed shift behind her from Erik rising to turn off the lights. She felt used and filled, laying in her own juices while Erik draped his heavy ass arm over here in the dark. He gives her cheek a sloppy lick, and then a kiss, snuggling close to her with his dick pressed between her cheeks.

“You off punishment. Get some sleep.” That’s all he says, his nose buried in her had and his breaths evening out into that of quick slumber. All she could hear was his snores in her ears, and all she could see was pitch black. Callie couldn’t help the frustration that began to settle within her.

This nigga then fucked her so good she couldn’t even sleep.

Fuck that jailbird.

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Why (Bakugou x Reader Song Fic)

So this is a small one-shot I had been planning on making based on the song Why by Sabrina Carpenter. I wasn’t sure why but for some reason the lyrics reminded me of a relationship Bakugou would have with his signifcant other so with each lyric I made a short scenario, then combined it into the full meaning of the song and their relationship. (The bolded words are the lyrics of the song) Sorry if this comes off complicated, it did sound better in my head. Regardless, I hope you all enjoy! This is my little thank you for 2K Followers! xx 

You Like Tokyo in the Daytime, I like Tokyo in the Nighttime

“Wake the hell up you little gremlin.” 

The sharp voice wasn’t nearly as bad as the harsh feeling of the sheets being ripped from over your head, the cool hair stinging into your skin causing you to hiss before peeking an eye out to the annoyed voice.

Before you stood your boyfriend with his workout clothes already on and an annoyed expression to match the whole look together.

“B..Babe it’s like seven in the morning.” You groaned while burying your face back into the pillow with a huff.

This was only for the pillow to be yanked from beneath your head, causing your face to smack flat against the comforter.

“And your fatass needs to be up by now or you’d sleep till twelve in the afternoon!” Bakugou replied in a snarky tone, though his gentle actions of tugging you up from the bed juxtaposed his harsh words.

Begrudgingly you took his warm hand and stood up shakily, holding onto his chest while you stretched out your back,

“You suck you know that Katsuki?”

Chuckling quietly the ash blond ran his fingers up and down your back to help stretch it out before helping you get into your workout clothes for the day.

But when the sun began to fall and the moon began to rose, you got your revenge on the stubborn boy tenfold.

“I woke up at the crack of dawn for you, now you get to go out with me!” You whined, tugging at Bakugou’s arm while he stubbornly remained on the couch.

The ash blond let out a sharp growl, his eyes shooting holes into your own while he tugged his arm back to him causing you to fall back onto his lap with him.

“That’s all the reason more why we should fucking stay here.” The ash blond hissed to you, his eyes narrowed while you looked up to him with puppy dog eyes.

Not even your wide (e/c) orbs were making him budge this time, your shoulders beginning to slouch as your lip slowly folded over into a pout, “But I don’t wanna be all alone Katsu, being out with you is fun!”

“Of course it fucking is, but not for me!” Bakugou replied, whipping his head to the side to avoid your desperate eyes causing you to frown.

You couldn’t win everytime, with a sigh you slid off his lap and stood up, earning the boys attention when you grabbed your jacket from the coat rack.

“Fine.. I guess I’ll have to go out by myself.” You said with a dramatic sigh, shuffling your feet over to the door before opening it up until a firm hand slammed it shut, causing you to yelp when you looked back to see the ash blond glaring down to you.

“You suck you know that (S/o)?”

Blinking for a second, it didn’t take long for your eyes to light up while you watched the stubborn hero slip on his sneakers for the night.

You Say You Like Sleeping with the Air Off. I Don’t, I Need It On

Cuddling at night was always a battle zone in your shared apartment with Bakugou. Just as the ash blond shut the air off before cuddling up next to you, you would slip out of his grasp claiming you had to ‘use the restroom’ before tip toeing to the air to turn it down low.

These quick escapes would go on back and forth until the heavy feeling of tiredness made the two of you cranky.

“Oi, where are you going?” Bakugou growled, gripping your hip on yet your third time to get up, causing you to look back to him.

“I’m going to the bathroom again babe, I drank a lot of water.” You mumbled in a pretend tired voice while tugging at his grasp to get up before he yanked you back in the bed.

With a yelp you flipped over to his side to see his crimson eyes glowing down to you in the dark room, “Bullshit, you’re turn the air down.”

“Obviously, it’s like a sauna in here!” You whined, your lip pouting out while you tried to squirm out of his grasp even though his grip was solid on you.

Bakugou pressed you up against his chest, massaging the top of your head until your attempts to break away from him stopped with a defeated sigh.

“Go to fucking bed already you little shit, the air stays off.”

You Like the Light Coming Through the Windows, I Sleep Late So I Just Keep Em’ All Closed

You were sleeping peacefully in your shared bed, you were cuddled up in your boyfriend’s warm embrace, you were completely relaxed on that cool winter morning.

That is, until the sound of metal sliding across metal filled your ears followed by a bright light shining against your closed lids. It was till that moment you released your boyfriend’s warm embrace was absent leaving you alone in the bed.

Groaning softly you rolled over on your side to sure enough see Bakugou standing at the curtains, the bright morning sun creeping into your room while the ash blond shuffled over to you.

“Rise and shine doll face.” Bakugou grumbled softly, sitting on the side of your bed while playing with your (h/c) locks that fell along your face.

Letting out a quiet whine you shifted your head from your pillow to his lap while looking up to him with a pout, “Katsu.. it’s not even a work day.”

“It’s almost nine o’clock you little gremlin,” Bakugou replied with narrowed crimson eyes, “We can’t sleep in till lunch time again.”

Biting your lip you looked up to the stubborn man. You really wanted to sleep till lunch time again, cuddled up in Bakugou’s embrace for just awhile longer. 

“Pleasee come back in bed with me Katsuki?” You pleaded, using his toned arm to slowly climb up him so you could be sitting up along side him, “I..I’m so exhausted from yesterday’s mission and I know you are too.”

The ash blond looked down at you with unimpressed eyes, your begging not seeming to get to him. Little did he know, you knew his very weakness: Praising him.

“You can’t blame me for wanting to cuddle with you all day,” You huffed, your soft fingers lacing through his ash blond locks while you rested your chin on his shoulder, “You’re just so attractive and warm, I find it.. addicting.”

Suddenly a tick went off inside the boy, his crimson eyes flicking down into your own as you whispered out those final words with those plump lips of yours and wide (e/c) orbs staring up at him.

Gritting his teeth the ash blond let out a growl before getting up from the bed just to flick the curtains shut with a screech. Smiling in delight you flopped back down in bed, waiting for him to crawl into bed right next to you.

While you were tugging some strings to get Bakugou to join you in bed once more, what you said wasn’t exactly a lie. His sharp features and exotic look really was handsome, and the way his muscular form forced your own to melt into him made you feel warm inside.

Letting out a content sigh now that you were wrapped back into your bakugou-cocoon you kissed at his nose before hiding your face into his neck.

A low growl rumbled in Bakugou’s chest at your signs of affection, his hand rising up the small of your back to pull you closer against him before letting out a sigh.

“You’re lucky i’m tired shitty girl.”

Cold outside and you’re just in that t-shirt, I have cold blood even in this sweater

The winter time was always terrible for you, but was always perfect for Bakugou.

On one of your morning runs with your active boyfriend, you mistakenly assumed a holed up sweater and leggings would keep you warm enough while the two of you ran but as you both stopped near the shoreline you soon found out how terribly wrong you were.

Admittedly the view of the pacific ocean was beautiful this early in the morning; birds flying just above the water, the sky dancing with soft colors while the sun slowly rose, the sound of the waves crashing against the sand. But even with all of these beautiful aspects, the constant cool breeze that was blowing against your skin relentlessly clouded your mind.

“H..How are you not freezing your butt off B..Bakugou?” You hissed in a shivered tone, your barely covered arms wrapped around your chest while you violently trembled next to your boyfriend on the bench that overlooked the smooth sea.

The ash blond looked down to you as if just noticing you were a shivering mess, one of his crimson eyes widening while he raised an eyebrow, “The hell are you talking about, it ain’t even that bad.”

Gritting your teeth your head whipped up to face his own, your (e/c) orbs glaring up into his while you let out a huff, “Well not everyone can wear a tank top and shorts in sixty-four degree weather.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly at your sudden snapping at him before a grin flashed across his face, a chuckle escaping his lips while he looked back to the water.

“Well that sounds like a you problem, doesn’t it baby?”

As if you couldn’t get more annoyed with the cocky man sitting beside you, he made it possible. How dare he mock you when you were freezing to death! Even going so far as to use a sweet nickname on you, clearly dripping with sarcasm.

Pouting your lip out you brought your knees to your chest, growling a few curses under your breath before looking the opposite direction of Bakugou.

Upon your sudden decision to pout, the ash blond looked down over at you with knitted eyebrows while he tugged at your arm, “(S/o) you’re making a damn scene. It ain’t my fault you forgot your fucking jacket.”

Looking at the ash blond in the corner of your eye you only scoffed before resting your head down on your knees. It was bad enough you were going to freeze to death, the last thing you wanted to hear was his nagging.

Now clearly annoyed, Bakugou looked all around before letting out a defeated growl "Oi, come here shitty girl.”

When the ash blond was met with silence, your head not even moving an inch he grit his teeth, his eye beginning to twitch as he watched your stubborn form. If you weren’t going to listen, he would force you to listen.

Wrapping his arm around your waist he tugged you closer to him, a shriek escaping your lips until you found yourself up against Bakugou’s side.

“Hey who said you could-” You started before one of his calloused fingers was shoved against your lip, his crimson orbs glaring down into your own.

While normally this would have annoyed you to no end, making you want to shove yourself away from his grasp he was... warm. Wow he was actually really warm honestly, like a human furnace.

As if seeing your brain click to reality, Bakugou clicked his tongue before keeping his arm securely around your waist, allowing you rest your knees in his lap while you cuddled up to his side, your goosebump covered arms wrapping around his torso.

“Thank you Bakugou.” You muttered into his neck, closing your eyes softly while letting the sound of the waves and the ash blond’s warm embrace carry you into a soft slumber.

You Ignore the Music on the Radio. I Don’t, I Sing-A-Long

For once the two of you doing something you both were excited to endorse, hiking. Bakugou had been a few times as a child but you never had, giving the ash blond the idea to take you hiking on some nearby mountains.

Now the two of you sat in Bakugou’s parents Audi while he peacefully drove along the beautiful mountains. The car ride there was seemingly relaxing, the first remainder consisting of you sleeping until it was about the time you normally woke up.

Now all that could be heard was the faint sound of the radio and Bakugou’s soft huffs every time the GPS told him to take a turn at the next stop sign.

While most people would find the silence awkward, you and Bakugou found it nothing short of calming. Both of your reaching that level in your relationship where you could be completely silent with each other while being so comfortable with one another at the same time.

Letting out a quiet yawn you kept your eyes out the window, your eyes flicking across the new landscape that you passed. That is, until the familiar sound of lyrics caught your ears’ attention.

“Let's go all the way tonight

No regrets, just love

We can dance until we die-”

Suddenly your eyes lit up that the familiar song, your head whipping to the radio before you giggled and turned up the music before singing out the next lines, “You and I, We'll be young forever!”

The sudden sound of the music being turned up and your voice filling the air of the car startled Bakugou for a second, his crimson eyes shifting to your form before he quickly turned the radio down his eyes narrowing, “Oh hell no... don’t you even start-”

“You make me, feel like I’m living a, tee-nage dream the way you turn me on!” Your voice suddenly cried, a large grin on your face while you cranked the radio back up causing the blond to growl while glaring at your form.

Giggling at his negative reaction you grabbed your phone in one hand to act as a microphone before pointing over to him, “Let's runaway and don't ever look back, don't ever look back!”

“I will leave your annoying ass on the side of the road.” Bakugou hissed, though his empty threat had no effect on you as you only became more animated with your singing. Your excited singing turning into a full blown concert in the passenger seat of Bakugou’s car.

“My heart stops, when you look at me.” You sung at the top of your lungs, holding your free hand over your heart before stroking your hand along Bakugou’s arm, “Just, one, touch, now baby I believe this, is, real-”

Upon your sudden touch the ash blond full blown looked at you now as he appeared to a stop sign only to find your eyes lovingly looking up to his own. Not only were you singing, he was just realizing you were singing the lyrics about him.

Great, now he was flustered and annoyed.

Jerking his head to the side he let out a string of curses before slamming his foot on the gas to drive forward while you continued your mini concert with a wild grin, “So take a chance and don't ever look back, don't ever look back!”

I don’t ask for you to change, baby no no no, and you don’t ask for me to change...

Tell me how we’re not alike but we work so well, and we don’t even know why.

Funny how the stars crossed right ‘cause we works so well, and we don’t even know why.

You can call it fire and ice but we work so well, and we don’t even know why.

Somehow we end up on the same side, and you wouldn’t think that we’d be alright. 

Even our eyes are different colors, but we see fine.

From close friends the two of you went to school with to even random people on the street, the relationship you and Bakugou had always appeared a mystery.

If two people could be born polar opposites of each other, you two would be it. So how did you two work so well? This question wasn’t just asked by others, but also by the two of you yourselves.

There was no doubt the two of you wondered why you were attracted to each other so much, the two of you disagreed all the time but for some reason you seemed to... complete each other.

But even with the world and even yourselves often doubting the power of your relationship, it was clear the two of you were practically made for each other. Clear in ways that the two of you sometimes never even noticed...

Bakugou being an early bird and you being a night owl? Even with the two of you despising each others daily routines, you still went out with Bakugou at seven in the morning to make him happy for once, and he still went out with you to make sure you were protected at all times.

You being a hotbox and Bakugou refusing to turn the air on? Though he knew you were sweating your little booty off, it was more important to him that he had enough nitroglycerin to be able to protect you if some villain were to break into your home. Deep down he felt guilty, but your well being was number one priority.

Bakugou enjoying the light from the windows and you preferring the darkness? Without a doubt the ash blond preferred to be up and active with you, but when he surrendered back to the bed with you he wasn’t tired, he just couldn’t help but want to pull your body close up against his and whisper sweet things in your ears unconsciously while you slept.

You always being freezing while Bakugou remained a human furnace? How much more perfect could that setup get? Though Bakugou comes off as rather cold, giving excuses like ‘you’re making a scene’, the ash blond really just wants to share his warmth with you. He wants to see your smiling lips and feel your small form up against his body. No matter what the stubborn boy says, his guilt and want for you in his arms trumps his stubbornness any day.

Bakugou ignoring the radio while you sung along to it? Bakugou may act annoyed the entire time you sang but anyone could call his bluff, especially if they caught the way his crimson eyes watched you in the corner of his eye and the way his lips curved into a small smile as you danced along to the music. The way your adorable form got excited over a simple love song made his heart skip a few beats.

Your relationship with the explosive blond was... confusing to say the least. At first glance it might not look like the two of you go together, but everybody knows that... you two belong. The bond you two share being stronger than any bond the two of you had ever held.

We like it in the daytime, we like it in the end of time.

[rhysie-cakes314]

Day 8- Silence

I tried my best to be sensitive and accurate, but if I said anything offensive to the deaf community, PLEASE let me know. I never intend to harm, but I love including deaf Clint.

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In Wanda’s defense, she hadn’t meant it to be a spell.

“SILENCE!” she yelled into the chaos. The previous mix of yells, screams, crashes, laughter, and pounding music of Tony’s Halloween party was replaced by a deafening silence.  Wanda dropped the hands that she had been digging into her eyes and looked around the room. Everyone gaped at her, words caught in their throat. She was usually such a quiet spectator at their get togethers, that her outburst was a shock to even JARVIS, apparently.

At least, that was why she assumed no one spoke, as some of them even moved their mouths to speak, but remained speechless. The overwhelming migraine was finally bearable in the new quiet. With the pain subsiding, Wanda was overcome by sudden embarrassment. She had ruined everyone’s fun. Tears blurred her vision and her face was hot. “I’m sorry,” she whispered to the room before turning and fleeing. She normally prided herself on her self-control; she never lost her temper. Knowing it was too dangerous for someone with reality warping chaos magic like her own to lose control of their emotions, she spent years mastering meditation and emotional control.

The problem was that lately she had been opening up. It was easy to control oneself when you remained mostly isolated and only showed your surface emotions. Other than with Pietro, Wanda had successfully remained emotionally distant from the world for the last several years. That was until Vision. He had wormed his way into her heart when she wasn’t looking, and now she felt volatile. She had never known love like this, and with it her walls came crumbling down all together. Suddenly she was an open book around all of the Avengers, laughing and crying with the smallest provocation. Vision had convinced her to let down her guard a little, that she could feel without destroying, but she had no practice with happy mediums.

So the sudden increase in drama in her life left her feeling raw. She felt like the wrong gentle breeze would set her off, and it kept her awake at night with worry, which had probably been the cause of her current migraine. She should’ve followed her gut tonight and begged out of the party invitation. Wanda knew she wasn’t feeling well this morning, and when Vision had had to go off on a mission and cancelled on the date, she should’ve cancelled on Tony. She had tried, she really had. But she had a soft spot for his big brown eyes.

“Oh please, please please, Wanda!” Tony begged that morning. “Steve will have my throat if you’re not there, he thinks I only invited you because of Vision. Which is categorically untrue, mind you,” he began his usual rambling. “I happen to like your company even if you are a bit of a wallflower, and your magic,” he shuddered involuntarily, “gives me the heebie-jeebies. I’m working on that, too, by the way. I’m trying to stop being uncomfortable around you and Strange, it’s just hard, what with the laws of physics that should govern existence going out the window and my own understanding of things being ripped out from under me everytime one of you does something…” he trailed off. “But! I want you there, the team loves you, especially Nat. She thinks your wit is a perfect ‘break from the boy’s club’ I think she called it.”

Tony’s voice was beginning to grate on her ears. Wanda rubbed her temple, holding a hand up. “Okay!” she stopped him. “Okay, I’ll come, Tony.” She gave him a small smile, trying to soften the harsh tone to her words. It was hardly the genius’ fault she had a headache. “Just, let me get some sleep, please. I have a migraine.”

Tony had the decency to look a little ashamed. “Right, yeah, sorry I know I can be loud and too verbose. I’ll just…” He pointed towards the door. “Be going. Feel better, um,” he rubbed the back of his head. “You don’t have to come if you’re still feeling bad,” he admitted. “Just… I would like you there if you’re up to it,” he finished awkwardly. And there they were. His big, brown, puppy-dog eyes. Wanda agreed with Steve that while everyone thought he was the one who had mastered looking like a puppy when he wanted something, it was really Tony who’s big eyes and wobbly lip could get him anything. The man was just adorable.

So Wanda had tried to ignore the headache, which did feel somewhat better after a nap. The tower had been too much, though. There were loud noises everywhere, and strobe lights in some rooms, and fog machines blasting. With no Vision there to calm her down when things felt like too much, it had been a perfect storm to her raw nerves. Wanda flopped onto her bed with a loud sigh. She hoped they’d all forgive her later. She closed her eyes, and drifted off to sweet, sweet silence. Tomorrow she’d apologize.

…

Everyone watched the Scarlet Witch leave in a flurry of tears. Tony felt a wave of guilt for pressuring her to come earlier. He had just wanted them all to have fun, and she had seemed so stressed lately, he thought it would cheer her up. It apparently had the opposite effect. “JARVIS, bring back the music,” Tony muttered into the silence Wanda had left behind. The rest of his friends could still have fun, even if he had to go fix his mistake.

At least, Tony tried to say that, but nothing broke the silence. Tony tried again, but his voice was gone completely. His lips moved uselessly. Now that he thought about it, no one had spoken since Wanda’s shout. He looked around in confusion, meeting fearful gazes from his party guests. The only one who seemed unconcerned was Clint. In fact, he looked confusedly at the distressed expressions surrounding him. “What’s wrong?” Tony read his lips.

“I’m not sure,” he tried, before grabbing his throat in frustration. Tony jerked in surprise when he saw Thor’s sudden movement in his periphery. The god threw a glass at the ground, where it shattered at Tony’s feet. Only, there was no sound to the shatter. It at least verified that something more than Tony’s voice being gone was going on. Had Tony suddenly gone deaf?

Clint watched the glass shattered, and noticed what was happening immediately. Waving his hands around wildly until everyone was looking at him, he addressed the room. ROOM SILENT, CORRECT? He signed, mouthing ‘Am I right in assuming you all hear silence?’ Clint had opted out of his hearing aids for the day, so he hadn’t noticed the unnatural quiet. When everyone looked so concerned and lacked a reaction to the shattered glass, he thought about Wanda’s shout. She must’ve mistakenly cast a spell on everyone there. Chaos magic had been known to do stranger. When everyone nodded in response he continued. W-A-N-D-A CAST SPELL US ACCIDENT, he gestured from the elevator to the group of people. ‘Wanda cast a spell on us. Presumably, by accident.’

Steve agreed. It was the simplest explanation to the sudden deafness they were all experience. He wondered idly how long they all might have spent trying to figure it out if Clint hadn’t been there. Steve wouldn’t even know sign language if he hadn’t learned it for Clint. Clint had laughed at them all when he walked in on JARVIS’ lessons, telling them it was silly. He could read lips well enough, plus when he wore Stark’s improved hearing aid designs, he could hear nearly as well as he used to. Tony had waved Clint away, annoyed. “Just let us try to do something nice, birdbrain!”

Steve smiled at the memory. Well, this debacle could be a good thing, he decided. They could go to Wanda right now and get her to fix it, but Steve had a much better idea. L-E-T-S-W-A-I-T-U-N-T-I-L-M-O-N-D-A-Y-T-O-T-E-L-L-W-A-N-D-A. Steve still hadn’t mastered signing beyond fingerspelling.

Tony rolled his eyes. He made a few hand motions that made a large holographic screen show up and a keyboard at his hands. Steve, it’s Friday, that’s ridiculous. They watched the words appear on the screen. Tony made another motion and pointed to each of them in the room, making keyboards for each of them.

When did you make hand-signal commands for JARVIS? - Bruce typed. His name usefully appeared with a colon before the sentence on the screen. Why had Tony even created this in-person chatroom type thing in the first place?

Tony made a face. It doesn’t matter. Steve, I’m going to fly to Wanda and Vision’s place if you don’t give me a good reason not to in the next five minutes.

Steve: Okay, hear me out. And Clint, tell me if I’m being offensive.

Clint just laughed silently, signing I NOT EASY OFFEND.

Steve looked back to his keyboard. I thought this could be a team building exercise. We could spend the weekend experiencing what deafness is like.

Tony shook his head hurriedly when he saw that the others actually seemed to be contemplating the stupid idea. What, and just hope the Avengers aren’t needed!? Ridiculous

Agent Boring: What, can’t handle a little hurdle like designing a new comm system for this? Coulson smirked, then frowned when he saw his ‘name’ on the screen.

Tony squinted at the man. Oh, you’re all on. Tony made a swiping motion through the air, and all of the interactive holograms disappeared. Tony walked over to stand face to face to Steve. BUT YOU BEST BE READY FOR REAL DEAF EXPERIENCE, he signed. NO TECH HELP UNLESS EMERGENCY. Tony looked far too smug, probably thinking about Steve’s finger-spelling earlier. Only Tony would somehow take a good idea and make it a personal challenge. Steve scowled after him as he left for his lab.

PARTY OVER? Thor signed to whoever was looking.

Clint shrugged. DON’T SEE WHY WE CAN’T KEEP GOING, he grinned, dragging Coulson onto their makeshift dance floor. Clint signed towards the ceiling to turn the music back on. Coulson took his partner’s lead, dancing to the vibrations they could feel despite the silence. The party continued a bit awkwardly after that, everyone unsure of how the weekend would go. Bruce felt a little annoyed that Steve and Tony seemed to make a unilateral decision without anyone else’s input, but who was he to talk? They were the team leaders.

 …

Most of them hadn’t slept well, and Tony not at all. Steve had never realized how much he likes the white noise of the tower when he was going to bed. It had already been difficult at first to adjust to falling asleep in the tower. Steve had still felt used to his tiny brooklyn apartment where he heard all the noise of New York through his thin walls. Stark tower had seemed deafeningly quiet in comparison. Turns out Steve didn’t know quiet at all until now.

Clint waltzed into the kitchen cheerfully. He poured himself a mug of coffee while he took in Steve, Natasha, and Bruce who were already seated there. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips. Their tired looks reminded him of when he had first lost his hearing. People didn’t realize that they actually liked some level of noise. True silence could be disconcerting when you weren’t used to it. He had been entirely unable to sleep without his hearing aids in the first night, which his doctor had expressly advised against.

TROUBLE SLEEPING? He signed at them.

Natasha flipped him off while Steve only nodded. Bruce hadn’t seen Clint sign, so he looked back and forth confused by Natasha and Steve’s responses. I MISS SOMETHING? He asked.

Clint made sure the scientist was looking at him this time. I ASK SUPPOSE/WHAT IF YOU HAD TROUBLE SLEEPING?

Bruce had to think through JARVIS’ lessons for a moment to understand what Clint was saying. He remembered that there was one sign that meant either ‘suppose’ or ‘what if’ depending on the context. There were actually a lot of signs that had multiple meanings. There had been a whole lesson on just those signs. Bruce signed YES in response to the question.

T-H-O-R ASLEEP? Steve asked.

Everyone shrugged. Normally JARVIS would’ve answered, but Tony had probably forbidden him from using text to speak to them. Speak of the devil, Tony entered the room ignoring all of them. He went straight to the coffee pot, drained it, then started another. While it was brewing, he turned to face the abnormally crowded kitchen.

No one spoke, and the silence felt suffocating to Steve. He had never noticed how much noise there usually was even when people weren’t talking. He should be hearing the stream of coffee brewing, the breathing sounds of his teammates, the light banter between Natasha and Clint that usually formed, the clinking of mugs being set back down on the counter… Steve was going to have a newfound gratefulness for the tiny sounds when this little exercise was over.

YOU WANT PLAY FIGHT? Steve asked Natasha. He didn’t know if there was a sign for sparring, but he mouthed the words ‘Do you want to spar today?’ He was determined to try out as many of their usual activities as possible while trapped in the silence.

YES, she signed. NOW.

Tony watched them go, walking over to sit next to Bruce. He placed a hand on his best bud’s shoulder, and Bruce nearly fell out of his seat in surprise. He had been staring at the tea in his hands, and hadn’t seen Tony approach. Not hearing things was hard.

‘Sorry,’ Tony formed the word with his lips. Bruce could almost pretend he could hear a voice to accompany the movement, and it made him feel a little better. Tony smiled when some of the clear tension left his friend’s shoulders. Maybe Bruce was more comfortable lip-reading than signing. ‘Want to join me in the lab? I’ll show you my prototype comms.’

Bruce smiled back at Tony. ‘Sure, let’s go.’

Clint watched his teammates all interacting differently with a warm fondness. It was actually kind of a fun idea, and Clint was happy Steve had thought of it. Not that Clint wished deafness on anyone, although he knew plenty of the community preferred it over hearing, but it was kind of nice to see his friends take a walk in the life of perpetual silence. Sure, Clint was only 80% deaf according to his ENT, but those first few weeks after the fight with Crossfire that had damaged his eardrums, he had heard nothing.

Phil came into the kitchen to find his partner smiling to himself around a cup of coffee. Phil hugged the archer, letting Clint tip some of his coffee into Phil’s mouth. He watched Clint carefully, trying to read what the man was thinking about, before he snagged a kiss and pulled away. He began making their usual breakfast. Clint and Phil had found their preferred combination of breakfast foods years ago while stuck in a safehouse together for months, and the two had an unspoken agreement to alternate days making breakfast. Natasha said that the breakfast thing was when they started officially dating, though Clint hadn’t confessed his feelings until three months after that mission.

‘Enjoying the Cap’s little experiment?’ Phil asked wryly. He knew Clint probably found this all immensely amusing.

Clint grinned. Phil always saw through him. ‘I’m more excited to see Tony’s idea for comms. Could be useful for covert missions. But yeah, I may be enjoying their awkwardness just a bit,’ Clint admitted. Hearing people often thought they could imagine life in silence, but they were usually pretty far off. There was just things one never thought about when they didn’t have to. Like he was fairly certain Thor was probably going to sleep well into the day, because the god had probably not thought about his alarm not working. Thor was always a deep sleeper, and depended on the loud blaring to get him up at a reasonable hour.

Phil chuckled knowingly. MORE THAN LITTLE, he signed as they sat to their breakfast.

…

Steve and Natasha were learning a lot. Neither of them had ever noticed that they used their hearing so much to avoid attacks. Both were dodging far less than usual, and it only validated to Steve that this was a good idea. Natasha caught his eye when Steve smiled proudly to himself. ‘Happy with yourself?’ she mouthed, one eyebrow quirked.

Steve nodded, throwing out another jab. ‘I’m learning new things,’ he replied.

Natasha got an opening and flipped Steve onto the mat. WHO PAST-KNOW W-A-N-D-A CHAOS MAGIC ACCIDENTS USEFUL SOMETIMES? She signed.

Steve was happy Natasha could see the merit in the weekend of silence he had thrust upon the team. EXACTLY. Steve stretched, done sparring for the day. He was curious to see how Tony was doing, since the man was easily the loudest personality he knew.

Steve entered his keycode to the lab, seeing Tony immediately. Tony was facing away from the door. Not wanting to startle the genius and get a repulsor blast to the face, he took his phone and flashed his flashlight until Tony noticed.

Tony turned to see the source of light, and was happy to see Steve standing their. He recognized the flashlight for the makeshift warning system it was. THANKS, he signed, ‘for not sneaking up on me.’ He motioned for Steve to come see what he was doing.

Steve walked over to the work table, looking over the engineer’s shoulder. A couple comm units with some weird extension was sitting on the table, black outer shell still removed so the inner workings were visible. It could have been anything as far as Steve could tell, but he was sure it was probably brilliant. Tony screwed the casings back onto the pieces, and handed one to Steve. His facial expression was adorably eager.

‘Like this,’ he mouthed, placing the familiar part of the comm in his ear as usual. Steve could see where the extension went now, and followed Tony’s lead. The comm had an arm that ran around the ear and stopped at the temple, where it was attached to a little white rectangle piece that hung in front of the eyebrow. Tony turned away so Steve was facing the comm unit in his friend’s ear, before making an exaggerated movement to press a small button on the temple. A small screen appeared in front of Tony’s eye, and it reminded Steve vaguely of google glasses.

Steve tried the same, and when Tony mouthed another phrase, instead of Steve needing to read his lips, the words appeared before his eye. The screen was only holographic, and he could still see the outside world beyond the glowing blue words. What do you think? It said.

Steve was blown away. He spun slowly, making sure he could still see the rest of the lab as well as the glowing words. It’s brilliant, Tony. He felt himself speak the words, but there was still no sound. His own words appeared before him in a different font, and it was so perfect. This had so many applications in the field!

Tony removed his comm and Steve’s, beaming at the blond. THANKS, I TRY. he signed proudly.

YOU SUCCEED, Steve responded happily. OTHERS WILL LOVE IT.

Tony nodded in agreement, before signing something to JARVIS. Steve didn’t recognize any of the signs, but he supposed he had never learned any technical terms in sign language because he had no need for them. It wasn’t so different from the usual not being able to understand half of what Tony said. It came with the territory of loving a genius.

JARVIS manufactured the rest of the comms in no time, and Tony brought them to the table at dinner. After being showered in praise, he took them back and put them in a labeled suitcase, explaining that they’d be kept in his lab for missions when they’d be appropriate. Clint met Steve’s eyes. ‘Thank you for this,’ he mouthed across the room. Steve felt himself blush, but he was glad Clint liked their weekend. Silence wasn’t so bad, though he could admit he was impatient for Monday.    

[askfrankpritchard]

Francis Pritchard x Reader: That New Guy Is Trouble

He could feel your eyes piercing into his back, even if he was distracted by a motorcycle e-book. He was pretending to read when in reality he was nervous, reading the page over and over again. Unsure if he should pass it slowly…or fast…he sighed and instantly dropped the book to his lap, closing his eyes. He looked irritated towards you.

“What? Is there something on my face [Y/N]?”

You try to keep an emotionless face, your eyes just barely wavering. He was expecting you to say something, but instead you just closed your eyes and shook your head. He took the gesture as one that you were just staring off into space without noticing that you were looking at him. Just as he was about to open the book again, he felt your stare on him again. Seriously, what’s wrong with [Y/N]?

“Listen. If I have something on my face, then just tell me. You’re raising my blood pressure…” he exasperated then tore his cold stare away from your gaze. It felt like you could see right into his soul. He was about to say something else, until you interrupted him.

“Sorry Frank…You just sorta look like some video game character, but I can’t put my finger on it. Everytime we hang I can’t help but get a sixth-sense like you should be in Final Fantasy…”

He would´ve felt flattered, but your constant sight-intrusion made it nearly impossible.

“Uh huh…” This is awkward.

He clears his throat with all the calmness of the world and then just turns away, looking back to his e-book manual.

“You know…I feel jealous about the new Security Manager too…”

His breath hitched. Did [Y/N] just…

“Excuse me?” He was feeling uncomfortable and awkward again. How did you know? Was it that obvious? You tense, afraid of having stepped over a line.

“You’ve just seem so stressed these past few days with the new guy and all…” Your voice became lower so as not to raise attention of others. No one was around at the time, probably on lunch break.

“I mean…You used to always have lunch with us, discuss goals and off topic nerdy things…but since Adam started joining us too you just seem to be avoiding the scene.”

“I’m not avoiding anyone.”

You look over your shoulder, checking to see if anyone was in the room before continuing the conversation.

“Then how about joining me for lunch today? To at least get it off your mind for a bit? Just us two playing some Triple Triad?”

“I don’t need anyone’s help, [Y/N]. You have been too busy lately to notice that Adam has been trying to get close to you,” he said, focusing all his attention to you now, “Why is he even sitting at the tech table to begin with–!“  

"Are you…jealous?”

“That´s not the point–” his voice was fluctuating volumes. He was trying to change the topic and his eyes are flicking around frantically, looking everywhere, but at you.

"Just…stop talking about it. About him…”

“Sorry, I probably crossed your line…” You knew it was going to be thin ice to bring the topic up.

“No, I’m fine. I just…,” his next words were barely voiced, “I’m afraid of losing you, [Y/N].”

“Frank…You’re almost the only person I completely get along with. (The exception is Malik) and if it really bothers you that much then why not talk to him? Maybe you’ll get a different impression of him.”

He was silent. This conversation was getting morbid fast. Maybe you should cheer him up.

Maybe he should just go and stand up to leave, but…

but he might need some space… but you weren’t wrong…

“Maybe it is what you said…” he slowly turned around, again looking at you. You slowly opened your arms wide in hopes he would be fine with a hug. Frank looked aside a blush was just barely crawling to his pale cheeks.

“Does cranky Franky want a hug?”

“[Y/N], it’s not necessary–“

"I see you smiling over there,” He can’t he resist such a cute person.

He sighed, feeling his heart getting faster as you crawled closer towards him. You were sitting a few centimeters away before he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer.

Your face was instantly against his neck and the scent of woman’s shampoo and motor oil immediately filled your lungs. It was sweet, gentle, and still masculine all together.

“I knew it. You do use woman hair products.” You whispered into hair. His only response was one of those half-laughs where you blew more air out of the nostrils than normal. You were expecting Frank to detach from the hug after fifteen seconds or so. However, it looked like he had other plans.

"Aren’t you uncomfortable in that position?” He asked, surely noticing that your arms weren’t in natural hugging positions, instead against his hips and ground to avoid yourself from falling on top of him. “You can put your entire weight on me if you want, I’m not going anywhere.”

"N-No…! It’s not–!”

He had already pulled you closer to him, making you unbalanced and fall ontop of him. Now you were sitting on his belly, nearly straddling him. For a second, you swore you saw him smile, but it went as fast as it came into your view; that could´ve been an hallucination.

“We can stay here for a bit…“ Frank turned his head to his office blinds to make sure they’re still closed. “And I would love to have lunch with you.” He closed his eyes and rested his head on a pile of papers that were left on the floor.

"I hope you have better cards this time. It’s not really fun beating you all the time.”

“Thanks, [Y/N]. How does Thai sound?”

“Fantastic. Oh! I figured out who you look like.”

“Who.”

“If you parted your hair, you would be Laguna from Final Fantasy 8”

“I knew I loved you.”