#when i say puppy punk i mean it

[coffeefromvoid]

I have been working on my first battle jacket for a while now, and I wanted to show it off!

Its faaaaaarrr from being done but i really love it

And while I’m at it

Here are my very wip patch pants, i have so many ideas for this

[starkeyisthelastname]

how would trailerpark!rafe act of he caught reader talking to a boy her own age?

he doesn’t like it.. which leads to some dirty sex to make you remember he’s the only one you need to be talking to. 💦

You’d be doing one of your normal cookie runs around the trailer park, little white basket in hand as you skipped along as happy as can be. The boy would live a few trailers down from yours, and he was about the same age as you. Your mind was constantly on Rafe, as you didn’t know any better but to be attached to him. Meaning you were oblivious to the boy’s flirting, just wanting to show him the treats you made. You were naturally a happy person, your pretty smile always flashing and thick lashes batting.

Rafe’s beat up pickup came to a screeching halt in front of the boy’s trailer as he saw you standing there, that punk’s hand practically about to grab your ass. He had ran around the corner to get a pack of cigarettes, and he pulls up to this shit. You were his, didn’t he make that clear? “Get in the truck now.” He called out to you without any emotion on his face, cigarette hanging between his lips.

You saw Rafe, meaning an excited smile lit up your face not knowing he was mad. You waved goodbye to the boy after setting a few cookies down for him and ran over to the truck to get in. Rafe zoomed off without another second, head turning to you for a brief moment before you could even speak. “Hey listen to me real good, yeah? No more givin’ your sweets and shit away around here. Got it?” He said, voice rough.

You heard him and immediately pouted, something you didn’t do very often but couldn’t help it as you didn’t understand. “But, why?” You asked, looking at him now as he focused on pulling into his trailer. He didn’t say a word, instead getting out of the truck and making his way up the crooked steps. Like the lost puppy you were, you scrambled out of the vehicle and followed him inside. “I’m talking to you!” You whined, stomping your feet a little as you walked behind him.

Rafe didn’t like attitudes and you learned that quickly along with why you weren’t aloud to talk to that boy or any boys for that matter anymore. “You are gonna cop a fuckin’ tone with me, after lettin’ that punk try and put his dick in you.” He spat, his massive hand coming down to spank your ass cheek as he pushed himself in. That was the furthest thing from what you were even thinking about when showing off your basket of cookies, he knew that. You were just so naive though and he couldn’t let that limp dick 20 year old even come close to touching your precious self. It was his job to ruin you and make you his little cookie baking trailer park house wife.

You squeaked as he slammed into from behind, your face down into the messy kitchen table. “This sweet cunt is mine. Remember that babydoll?” He gritted out, rough hands yanking head back as he fisted your hair. He began thrusting deeper into your tight hole, picking up his pace as the old wood began to creak beneath you. “You just go dumb on the dick, don’t you sugar? Can’t even fuckin’ speak after a few seconds.” He laughed breathlessly as he watched your beautiful face change.

Your delicate hands held onto the edge of the table, scalp burning as he continued to force your head back to meet his darkened blue eyes. Your mouth fell open, just to let out a gasp as he was so big and you couldn’t do anything but take it. He always made your tummy feel funny, even if you didn’t understand why. You just wanted to be around him all the time and do whatever he said.

“From now on, you don’t fuckin’ question me. If I don’t want you prancin’ around in skank skirts, battin’ your pretty eyelashes so that boys like your little neighbor you got over there thinkin’ they got a chance with you..” He rasped out, watching your eyes roll back as felt you start to clench around him. “Then you fuckin’ listen to me. The only person you bake your goddamn cookies for from now on is me slut.” His words filthy to throw you over the edge.

[holylulusworld]

Jealousy a la Bucky

Summary: He’s not jealous.

Pairing: (Soft)Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: jealous Bucky, Bucky is smitten for the reader, Steve being a tease, fluff, flirting

He’s not jealous. Never. He’s not even looking your way when you talk to one of his business partners. Nope. He’s not squaring his jaw or balling his hands into fists. No, of course not.

What he does is sulk at the bar, a pout on his lips, and a grumpy expression on his face. He nips at his drink while following your every move.

“That her?” Steve finally asks. He watched his friend stare at you from afar for almost half an hour. Now he wants to tease him. “I guess she’s good at making new friends, huh? A pretty dame like her. All alone. Wearing a dress like that.”

“First and final warning,” Bucky points his index finger at his friend and brother-in-crime. “I saved your life more than once. But I will take it if you say one more thing about that woman.”

“Aw, it finally happened,” sipping at his drink Steve watches his friend frown deeply. You giggle at something Clint Barton, one of his confidants and notorious weapon dealers, said. “James Buchanan Barnes is in love.”

“Shut up, punk,” Bucky grunts. “If you say one more word, you’ll lose your tongue and more.” He angrily glares at Barton, swearing on his mother’s grave he’ll kill the man if he dares to touch you. “I’m not in love.” 

He’s not in love. Not at all. Of course, not. James Buchanan Barnes, a notorious mobster, and stone-cold weapon dealer doesn’t fall in love.

Then, why can’t he take his eyes off you, his sweet new assistant? The woman taking care of his life. “She brings me food and makes my appointments. Y/N is only my assistant. Stop acting like I lost my dead heart to that beautiful, caring, and sweet girl.”

“You are so in love with her,” Steve grins and raises his glass. “To James Buchanan Barnes, the most wanted bachelor who finally got tamed. I hope you know I want to be your best man at your wedding.”

Bucky glares at Steve. He wants to say something, or (and) punch his friend’s face when someone calls his name. Your sweet voice brings him out of his rage and back to reality. 

“Mr. Barnes, you should eat something,” you clear your throat to get your boss’s attention. “Sir, I got you a plate filled with all the things you like.”

“All the things I like?” He drops his eyes to the plate you hold. “You mean all the things you like, doll.”

You giggle at the pet name. Bucky Barnes is a dangerous man, and you should be afraid to be even close to him. Oddly, you feel the safest around your boss. He’s a big teddy bear when it comes to you.

“Fine, I got you the same things I like so we can share.”

“You want to share the food with Bucky?” Steve swallows thickly when his friend snaps his head toward him. “He’s a food thief. You should keep a close eye on that food.”

“I like sharing,” you softly say. “Mr. Barnes often forgets to eat. I made it my mission to take care of him and his well-being.”

Steve chokes on his drink at the look Bucky gives you. Puppy dog eyes. James Buchanan Barnes looks at you like you are a miracle to him. 

“Uh-cool,” the blonde says. “I’ll grab some food too. It was a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Same,” you are busy offering food to your boss and barely look at Steve. “Now, what do you want to taste first?”

‘Your lips’, Bucky thinks to himself but doesn’t say it out loud. “What do you recommend?”

“We could start with the salmon and then, you should try the green asparagus. It’s delicious and the best I ever ate. OH, and they have the best desserts, Bucky.” You gasp as you just called your boss by his name. “I’m sorry, Sir…I didn’t…I…”

“My name sounds like a melody on your tongue,” Bucky grabs the salmon to wolf it down. You just stare at him, and let his words sink in. 

“That was…” you snort. “Oh my god! So funny. I mean…sorry…but…that was the lamest pick-up line ever,” you step closer to whisper in his ear. “You know, if you like me, you can just ask me out.”

“It was poetic and—” He tries to argue until he realizes you kinda asked him out. “Do you want to go on a date with me, doll?”

“Phew, finally,” you smirk. “I wouldn’t have made it through the night if I talked to Mr. Barton for much longer. He wanted me to have a look at his bow. I still don’t know what he meant.”

“His bow?” Bucky hiccups. “That bastard wanted to show you his bow?”

“Hmm…I told him that you already offered to show me your gun.”

“Right now?” He nervously shifts on his feet, and hopefully looks at you.

“No,” you pat his chest and smile. “I don’t look at a man’s gun before the second date…or the third.”

“I bet you’ll make an exception for me,” he takes the plate out of your hands and throws it over his shoulder. “Don’t worry, doll. I’ll order room service for us.”

“I’m keeping you up on that promise, Sir…”

You will have room service, in Paris only a few hours later…

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[oddaesthetin]

junhan is probably the type of boyfriend/love interest who:

- will ask you on discord movie or anime dates late at night when he’s done with practice and couldn’t sleep but is too tired to travel, and/or when he’s at tour

- LEGO ACTIVITIES. i’ve read from somewhere that he likes assembling models (idk how to explain it but when i read it i aGREED cause he just looks like that kind of person)

- mostly when he knows you need a break. he’s not that great with words so it’d be his own little way of keeping your mind away from what’s stressing you out.

- if you like baking, he’ll probably ask you to teach him ;;; he’s a really attentive guy so learning will be easy for him. after that, he’ll always have a cookie in his pocket to give to you when you two are out and about

- he’ll share his hair ties with you anytime anywhere 💯. if you let him, he’ll do your ponytail, too

- will also let you corrupt his punk-goth-emo aesthetic by letting you put those cute little and noisy keychains on his bag ++ will let you design/paint his nails (only if you let him do yours, too ;P)

- will also be your go-to stylist for whenever you don’t have the energy or doesn’t feel like dressing up

- since he’s not big on gatherings either, if he notices that your social battery is down he’ll pull the two of you out immediately for the sake of the both of you

- the type of boyfriend who stares at you with those two lil shy and googly eyes. as an introvert, when he stares, HE STARES. and you don’t even notice it most of the time, but other people DO

- aLSO, contrary to popular belief, i don’t think he’d be that shy or too much of a sub when he’s with someone he truly trust?? almost every fic i’ve read of him already established him as a puppy but gUYS, you know how they say it’s always the quiet ones 😉🙂‍↕️ (no but also bcs as someone on the introverted side, being comfy w/ people really just takes a lot of time but that doesn’t necessarily mean we cannot get accustomed to certain things 😭😭)

- will subtly kiss the back of your hand when nobody (NOBODY) is looking #alexaplayshyboybysecret

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lol my render is done id hav to byebye. ill prolly just update this list after im done being occupied w other things. this will be it for now, c ya

[imtryingbuck]

Three simple words

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Summary: Steve tells you he loves you

Word count: 1,640

Warnings: fluff, tiny mention of our Stevie boy having to pleasure himself, swearing

A/N: I wrote this ages ago and wanted it gone from my drafts. It’s shit but have fun reading🙂

Masterlist

Steve knew he was in trouble when he heard your laugh for the first time, it warmed his body and melted the iron bars from around his heart. He followed the sound like a lost puppy, and when he looked through the windows he saw you.

Your eyes shined so brightly he was convinced they could light up a dark room. The huge smile on your face made your cheeks puff out, your hair was all over the place slightly looking like you had been electrocuted.

But to him, you were the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on.

“-ah here’s Steve” Bucky’s voice pulled him out of his trance.

“Huh?” There was that laugh again making him all fuzzy inside.

“Come in then punk, everyone you obviously know who this is and Steve this is everyone”

“Great introductions Buck”

“I know” His best friend smiled before turning back to the class “I want Y/n and Donny to spar next, thanks” Bucky winked at Steve then whispered “I saw you watching her, you creep. You’re going to love her Stevie”

Before Steve can even try and defend himself he sees you getting into the ring with a huge guy, who was clearly ten times bigger than you, he’s heart stopped.

Watching you move around the ring dodging hits from your opponent, getting a few good shots in yourself he had to admit you was doing good considering how big this Donny guy was.

He felt a tinge of jealousy when you looked at Bucky and winked. He didn’t see it coming nor did he suspect it but when you walking straight up to Donny grabbing his fist as he tries to punch you, you flipped him like he weighed nothing. Steve’s eyes nearly bugged out of his eye sockets, his trousers started to strain.

He’s never been more grateful holding a stack of paperwork as he was right now, in his life.

As soon as the class was dismissed he rushed out of the room to go to his, pleasuring himself to the image of you that had ingrained its self into his brain.

“I’ve talked to Fury about bringing L/n on our next mission, he said I have to talk to you. So here goes, Steve I want to bring Agent L/n on our next mission. She’s great, amazing really. Top of her class and she’s a fast learn-“

“Buck slow down jerk, if she has your approval then you’ve got mine. But I wa-was thinking what about Y/n? She was great in the ring against that Donny kid”

Bucky tried his absolute hardest not to laugh or smirk at his friend “Yeah I mean she’s great and all but not like L/n”

“No that’s fine, bring Agent L/n on board but you stick with her the whole time okay” Steve tried not to let his disappointment known, he would of liked to of seen Y/n again - even talk to her would be amazing for him.

“Cheers pal you won’t regret this”

As the door closes behind Bucky, Steve slumped into his chair and sulked.

Their next mission came a week later and it was pretty simple; get in, arrest the bad guys, download information, get out. Easy.

Steve and the team was already on the quinjet and was just waiting for Bucky and L/n to arrive, him and Nat were talking about a film they all watched the night before, when he heard two sets of footsteps coming closer.

“Sorry we’re late, I had to sign off some more paperwork for this one, everyone this is L/n and L/n this is everyone” Bucky says.

“Terminator you really need to work on your introductions, I’m Sam it’s a pleasure to meet you”

“Hi Sam I’m-“

“That’s Nat, Tony, Wanda and Steve” Bucky cuts you off.

“I’m Y/n, it’s so great to meet all of you” That. That has Steve lifting his head, his brain short circuiting for a moment before his eyes went directly to Bucky who stood there with a smirk on his face.

“Aren’t you going to say ‘ooh it’s an absolute honour to be working you The Avengers, it’s a dream come true’?” Tony asked in a mocking tone which caused Steve to snap his eyes away from Bucky to the Billionaire.

“No” Your laugh caused him to smile lightly “That would be a lie well the second part anyway, my dream was to always be a fairy princess but-“ waving your arms out “that appears not to of come true.” Everyone laughed as Tony smirked and clicked his fingers.

“I like her, welcome aboard the crazy express”

“Thank you, Mr Stark”

“Tony, call me Tony sweetheart”

Steve didn’t know which one to kill first Bucky or Tony. Both as bad as each other really.

With the introductions out of the way and the mission briefing just finished, Steve pulled Bucky to the back of the quinjet.

“You didn’t tell me that L/n was actually Y/n!”

“Yeah, L/n is Y/n’s last name Stevie”

“Don’t try and be funny Buck! She sticks with me throughout the mission”

“But you said for her to stick with me…”

“I know what I said but I’ve changed my mind”

“Why?”

“Be-because…I’m Captain America” Smiling and raising his eyebrows at his friend.

“That’s true - oh just before I leave, you know tonight when we get home? Make sure you get FRIDAY to soundproof your room so I don’t have to hear you moaning out Y/n’s name again like the other week”. It was now Bucky’s turn to smile as Steve’s face went bright red.

“H-how?”

“Remember Captain America I’m just like you” Tapping his ears before walking off.

Steve bows his head and mumbles “Shit”.

Days after the mission Steve was walking down the corridor with you occupying his thoughts when he bumps into a person-

“I’m so sorry” The voice he’s committed to memory says.

“It’s okay, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, I wasn’t looking where I was going-I’m really sorry”

“It’s fine honestly. I’m glad I bumped into you actually, I’ve spoken with Fury about making you a part of the team, and he’s agreed”

“Wait thee team?”

“You’ll be a member of the Avengers”

“Oh my God thank you!” You jump into his arms throwing your arms around his neck hugging him.

He holds you tightly, breathing in the scent of your soft hair. Loving the feel of your weight in his arms and before he knew it you was pulling away and jumping down.

“I’m so sorry! I-that was so inappropriate and unprofessional, I’m so sorry Mr Rog-“

“It’s fine! I promise it’s okay, and it’s Steve I told you this”

“Still I’m sorry”

He hates the look in your eyes, he knew that he would happily hold you in his arms for a lifetime if given the chance.

It’s been a few months now since you joined the team, everyone welcomed you with open arms. Nat and Wanda loved that there was now another woman on the team. They both became your best friends instantly.

You became close to everyone especially Steve, if you two weren’t next to each other you’d be texting. And since he was always up before you he would always make you breakfast in bed after he came back from his run. Every Friday you would make him his favourite meal that is mom use to make, it took you about five tries before you perfected it not that Steve ever complained.

You developed feelings for the super solider early on, you didn’t mean to per say, it was his own fault for being perfect, and beautiful, kind, understanding even when he had no idea what you was talking about, did you say beautiful? Oh and he had an incredible arse. So really it wasn’t your fault, but his.

It was Saturday night, you and the girls were watching rom-coms in the common room when you heard Steve and Bucky talking.

“It’s just three simple words Stevie, tell her”

“It’s not that easy jerk, what if I scare her away and she never wants to talk to me again”

“You’ll never know unless you try, just tell her you like her, easy”.

Your heart sank into your stomach.

You knew you weren’t going to be that lucky woman who he confesses he likes but a girl can dream.

Despite the pain you’ll go through seeing him with another girl, you’ll be happy for him.

When he walked past the common room he saw you, Nat and Wanda watching a movie. Wanda was throwing popcorn at you as you tried to catch them in your mouth.

Bucky nudged him, mouthing ‘do it’. He didn’t even think about what he was going to say to you other than the truth.

“Go away, this is girls night” Wanda says as she sees the pair coming into the room.

“It took us half an hour to get rid of Sam so please just leave or we’ll result to violence” Nat speaks.

“I just need to say something to Y/n then we’ll be out of your hair ladies” Steve says as his eyes are trained on you.

“Sure what’s up?”

“I love you”

The silence was deafening.

“What?”

“I love you. Pretty much from when I heard you laughing when you were training with Bucky’s class”

“Is this a prank?”

“No. Why would you thin-“

“I love you too”

Steve stood there with a shy smile on his face “Re-really?”

“Yes Steve I love you too”

“Good, good. Okay bye”. All four of them sit there and watched as Steve walked out of the room and down the corridor.

“Did he just…”

“Yep”

Bucky laughs, says his goodbyes to the women and follows his best friend.

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

Tags: @imcinnamoons | @pigeonmama | @capsbestgirl77

[tempestuous-tempest]

Romancing Hobart Brown: (Headcanons)

Hobart "Hobie" Brown. Some Punk-Rock anarchist who plays guitar and likes to play as the vigilante of sorts "Spider-Punk". He's soooo cool. How did you even manage to snag him? Well, that's a good question. One I'm not answering.

Responds to "Hobie", "Hobes", "Hobe", "Bee", and "Bee-bee".

Gets home from doing a job or playing with the band and most of the time just wants to chill out, maybe smoke a joint, and cuddle you.

It's a 50:50 chance that he'll fall asleep. Which he can do just about anywhere and you will be trapped until either he wakes up and decides to let go or you wake him up.

On the subject of sleeping, he likes to spread out and will take up the entire bed, including your side. And while you're trying to push him over to his side he'll either A; whine and complain if he's semi-awake, or B; Pretend to be asleep still and refuse to "wake up and move".

Continuing once more with this sleeping theme, he is a light sleeper and will wake up to even the slightest noise or touch so it's kind of difficult to escape his grasp when you shift and wake him up and he tightens his grip on you. How do you deal with this?

Turns out Bee-bee over here is very ticklish and will always move away and/or let go when you tickle him.

Physical affection is his thing. Especially the small things like a hand on the shoulder or instead of holding hands, you two have your index fingers locked together. He likes having you close and knowing you're there with him.

Lets you borrow his clothes, especially to wear out and it drives him nuts to be able to see how adorable you look in his clothes. And if you're small and his shirts or jackets are just the right amount of too big, this man will have the biggest grin on his face.

Let's you play with his hair and even sometimes style it differently, however it's mostly a rare treat for if you were absolutely sad and he wanted to cheer you up. Other times you will have to beg on your hands and knees while saying "pretty please with sugar on top" and giving him puppy dog eyes. And just maybe, he will give in. Maybe.

Expect teasing until you feel like your heart wll explode. He's very playful and likes to see you get all flustered by his words alone. Well, technically, he'll probably have that trademark smirk on his face or even a sly grin which also contributes in it's own way.

Sometimes, he'll hand-make you something out of random parts he "found" as a gift. They aren't always perfect but they mean a lot to you and him.

This is it for this list, might make a part two. I'm also open for asks about how else I perceive him romantically or otherwise.

[callmeoncette]

Southern Hospitality

Hobie Brown x black!fem!reader

You’re the spider-woman of your universe and you happen to reside in the southern states. Let’s see how your man, and your friends, react to your southern hospitality when you invite them over for dinner

There’s no warnings I can think of rn but if you think I need to add some let me know pls! Also reader is based on my spidersona ngl but it’s not too descriptive other than her being black, southern, and her hairstyle.

You hummed softly along with the H.E.R playing as you washed greens in your sink. After finishing a mission that took a week you decided that the gang deserved a nice meal. Meaning that in a few you’d have Miles, Pavitr, Gwen, and Hobie were going to be in your home for the first time. Time to break out the good incense and candles.

You were happy to see all of them but you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t looking forward to see Hobie the most. The Brit managed to catch and keep your attention. He was your man officially or unofficially!

The two of you clashed beautifully. He was all long limbs and spikey accessories with dark colors while you were splashes of bright colors and fur. He was the calm cool too your bubbly goofy self. Spider-Punk Man and Jumpin-Spyda. Two peas in a pod.

As you continued around the kitchen you suddenly felt an all too familiar tingle as the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You heard the portal before you saw it. Out stepped Gwen dressed casually and Hobie.

Gwen took in a deep breath before sighing in delight, “[name] it smells amazing in here!” The girl said scurrying into kitchen. You smiled and turned to her as you wiped your hands on a hand towel, “Aw thank y-AHT!” You quickly popped the spider teen’s hand when you caught her peeking in the pot on the stove. She pouted and snatched her hand back with a small ‘hey!’. Hobie snorted a bit and walked over to you. He peered at you with low eyes, “does smell good in ‘ere though. My lil peng ting cookin’ for me?” His arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer to him while you giggled. You reached a hand up to cup his face kiss as he leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips.

The cute moment was ruined by Gwen gagging dramatically right as another Portal opened. Pavitr hopped out excitedly looking around. “Wooow [name]! Your place is so nice!” The cheery young man said walking over. “You just missed it. They were being gross and mushy.” Gwen told him making him frown, “awww I missed my favorite not-couple-couple doing cute things…”. You laughed and gently lead all three of them to your living room, “okay out. Love y’all, but you crowding my kitchen.”

For the next several minutes you finished up cooking while they talked to you from the couch. It mostly consisted of them talking about the mission, Hobie complaining about Miguel, and Pav asking to see your puppy to which you kept telling him he could play with him after eating. Just as you finished with the last thing and turned off the stove your heard the ripping that comes with a portal.

Miles jumped out and looked around, “Aw man! I’m last again?!” The youngest of group groaned.

“When aren’t you?”

“Sounds bout right lil bro.”

“Just the usual, bruv.”

“It’s your thing, honestly!”

He groaned even louder throwing his head back making everyone laugh.

“Okay everyone go wash y’a nasty ass hands an’ then we can eat!” You say clapping your hands together with a big smile excited for everyone to try your food. You washed your hands before grabbing plates while everyone else did. As they passed you handed out a plate till you got to the tall dark skin.

You waved him off, “I’ll make yours, baby. Go sit down.” Pav awed at the interaction, Gwen gagged again, and Miles just moved to put food on his plate. Hobie moved hovering over you as you piled good onto his plate, “ain’t gotta do tha’ love.” He mumbled. You paused and looked up at him through your thick lashes, “but I want to. That cool?”

Was it? Hobie was a very independent individual. Didn’t like bothering others plus why ask someone to do something that he could just do for himself? But as he looked at you with your glossed lips that shined just right in your kitchen lighting and your bits of hair that fell in your face perfectly from the wig he watched you install on FaceTime the other he realized he’d like to depend on you. He’d like to ask you to help him sort his CD’s and vinyls, help him with his hair even. Hobie that existed before meeting you would laugh and call current Hobie love-sick.

“Well?” Your voice cut through his thoughts.

He blinked, “uhhh, yeah. Yeah that’s fine, sweetheart.” He said keeping up his cool persona.

You nodded, “okay cool. You can go sit I’ll bring it to you.” Nonchalant as you continue with your task. He actually listens without a fuss and sits at the table.

The kids sat as well leaving you a seat next to Hobie and watch as you bring his food before getting your own.

“Oh my parents!” Pavitr cried out making Miles snorted and choke a bit on food.

“Hey I thought I was your favorite! How come Hobie gets his brought to him?” Gwen asked trying her best to pull a hurt face.

You sit down with your own food and shrug, “southern hospitality? Plus best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach!”

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Shoutout to princess and the frog cuz I had the dream this is based on while I fell asleep watching it!

[conniesministallion]

☆☆𝓘𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓟𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉2☆☆

Warnings: Violence! (Rafe/Ward)(Rafe/JJ) Angst!

Pairing: Rafe x Black reader

This is Rafe's POVs

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I cant believe I'm sitting here looking at this man's bald ass head again. Granted I am too but still we both look older than we are. I guess that helps with dealing to older customers. Selling this shit to kooks isn't as easy as selling to pogues. I know I shouldn't be but who the hell is gonna help me when things get hard besides her.

Sofia is eh..ya know somebody, she's help, very caring and optimistic but she still doesn't compare to her.

She however helps me figure shit out, calms me down, she's smart and understands the shit I go through. Plus, besides Barry she doesn't judge the shit I do.

Grabbing the kilo off of the small brown table in front of me. I start packaging it up for the next party we're about to throw at Topper's. He's paying too, especially after we almost got busted last time from some punk who was mad about paying for all the coke he was doing that night.

Turns out his dad is a cop,

That i've already sold to twice.

But of course I had to make an example so I beat his ass.

" Yo, the rest is in the trunk let's just sell this shit and bounce when it's over. I got shit to do, plus I have to get your girl from work." Barry says as he peeks behind the screen door.

Standing up and glaring towards him as I grab my keys, " Not my girl bro just someone I keep around."

" Ya okay country club whatever you say, I don't even treat my best piece like that."

This mf, I swear. Sofia is nothing but a smart lil girl I keep around for a good time. Honestly, it was easy. I mean she's still new to the island and she hasn't been out much. I'm just practicing being a nice person.

I bump past him and head toward the car, tossing the last kilo I had in his arms.

"Shut up and come on".

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I'm sitting here staring at the last message I sent SIX HOURS AGO. Why the hell hasn't she texted me back. This lil girl got me messed up. I know she seen when I asked why Maybank's ass isn't blocked. Realizing I'm shaking I send her another message before I'm interrupted but a high pitch voice.

Soulmate: Stop ignoring me mama and block him. I wanna see the screen recording too.

"Why aren't you paying attention to me Rafey?" Sofia whined to me grabbing my arm and resting her cheek on my bicep.

Sofia. Sofia. Sofia.

So cute, but so very annoying and very fucking clingy. She's not the one I want to cling to me. The one I want is ignoring me on an island where she probably has a boyfriend waiting for her. Just thinking about it is pissing me the fuck off.

" I'm too busy selling Sofia, I got you when I get done. Meanwhile, you wanna line or are you just drinking tonight?"

She starts batting her little eyelashes up at me , "Just drinking but I will have a little line if you don't mine doing it for me."

I sat my phone on the white couch underneath me and grab my black card to start the line for her. I only do Y/N's lines and that's only when she's drinking. Two for one night and only on occasions cuz I'll be damned if my baby end up like how I was. I love her way too much to sit and let that shit happen but her puppy eyes are so cute and we ended up coming up to an agreement.

Two lines every three months, not every party and not every time she gets drunk. I'll know if she gets it from somewhere else but she knows better than to try that shit.

" Here Sofia, it's ready let me know when you want some more." I handed her a rolled up bill and getting up the go talk to Barry.

I already sold my portion and the rest was for the three of us to share when he gets done with his. Topper is talking to Kelce and some red haired chick I've seen around in a corner.

Making my way downstairs and into the living room I spot Barry talking to someone on Facetime while handing a baggie to some dude in a red polo setting his money in the pile on the table.

" It's all good baby, you'll be home soon right? You want me to let him know or you want to just stay with me?"

" I'll come over yours first and we can just go back to his together." The other voice on the phone sounding familiar.

Who the hell is he talking to? I know he doesn't have a girlfriend so the hell??

"Yo who's that? Are you done selling or what?" I sat on the couch next to him and start counting the money in my pocket

"It's ya bestie boo or whatever the hell girly shit she be saying." he said chuckling and handing me the phone.

" Hi baby, I miss you. Even tho you kinda trippin at the moment." Y/n says. Fuck she's so damn cute, I miss her too but why hell didn't she text me back. And why the hell did she call Barry and not me.

" Hey mama, I miss you too but why you ain't texting me back." I ask her.

"I did text you back baby and I sent your toxic ass evidence." She said rolling her eyes at me.

I'm acting shocked knowing damn well.

" I'm not toxic mama just protective and I didn't see the message yet. When you coming home?" I asked her setting the phone on the table to lean against the wad of cash.

" I'm coming back tomorrow love, have my room ready please? Or yours it really doesn't matter. Barry is staying with us by the way, we'll let you know the details later yeah?"

I sit back crossing my arms across my chest and look at Barry. " So when were you gonna tell me about this plan?" I asked him

He shrugged back and took a sip of his drink. " She wanted me to wait until she got back bro my bad."

Before I could respond I feel someone putting their face on my neck. Looking back I see Sofia. Fuck. I haven't told either of them about each other.

" Who's that Rafey your cousin or something?" She said, looking over my shoulder.

I shrug her off and before I even respond, I see Y/n's face turned up and frowning.

" Cousin, oh lord baby. Of course, you got a new one while I was away. Just make sure my room is ready please love and thank you." She says rolling her eyes as she puts her suitcase down in front of her bed.

" I gotchu mama don't worry see you tomorrow. Say bye to Barry baby." I turn the phone towards him as he waves.

She waved back and smiles hanging up the phone. Rubbing my hands down my face and handing him his phone back.

He smirks and giggles at me clearly being entertained with the situation.

" She's gonna fuck you up country club." Laughing as he threw his head back laughing.

" I'm already knowing."

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<3 <3 <3

A/N: YAAAAAA second part kinda nervous yall lol.

[strwbmei]

Matchup Event

Matchup for: Anonymous

Matchups: Tingyun, Yae Miko, Serval

Contains: petplay, marking, biting, strap use, mentions of alcohol, blindfolding, ropeplay

A/N: I remember this person saying they were pretty busy when I reached out to them, so I hope I didn't finish this too late haha 😭😭 This was very fun to write, though!

Ask:

I'm 20 and a masc but I still like fem-ish things like painting my nails and dying my hair. I'm a short gremlin of a person that enjoys wearing punk jewelry and other punk accessories, I also like crafting, currently into woodcarving and making cosplay props. I just making stuff with my hands. I also like exercising and doing martial arts, These days, I've been into boxing style training bc I'm trying to build up and maintain arm muscle.

as for personality: I'm actually a pretty reserved person. Talking to strangers is not really my thing and I don't really go to social events like parties or whatever. However, I can be conversational through text and in person if it's with people I'm comfortable enough with. However, most of the time, I am shying away from social interaction. As for other things about my personality, I'm always prepared for stuff, as in I have bandaids, a swiss army knife, and roll of tape in my bag. Oh, and I blush easily. (like literally tomato red blush sometimes.)

Requesting for SFW and NSFW.

SFW: no specific scenarios in mind but I do like cuddling, people playing with my hair, and playful biting my partner or partners. My love language is physical touch and I'm a gift giver/maker. also my friends call me "house husband material" whatever that means, just bc I can clean and cook. in terms of dates, the arcade or watching a movie are my go-to but staying home to chill and cuddle is just as good. If we are going to dinner or something, I will be insistent that I'll pay for the meal.

NSFW: (GN - ok with wearing strap-on or having a dick) I'm a switch top, so I can either be dominant top or a service top , that's into biting, marking, blindfolding, ropeplay and petplay. I'm ok with receiving or giving/being the dom or sub with any of those kinks. I love tits and thighs so do with that information what you will. My main kinks as a dom is marking and overstimulating my partner and my main kink as a sub is petplay (puppy) and being used. note: I'm really not into being called daddy or master or whatever, I prefer a pet name like baby or babe or just my name/nickname.

For Fandoms, I'm mostly into Genshin & HSR. As for any characters I don't what to get matches up with: Sparkle, Cocolia, La Signora.

Tingyun

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ She'd love painting nails with you! Tingyun would gladly let you paint her nails (she'd show them off at the office with pride the next day); if you let her, she'll be happy to paint yours too! She was so excited to find out you also liked one of her favorite activities, she accidentally bought a whole new set of nail tech tools...

: ̗̀➛ Tingyun loves how much of a gentlewoman you are. Even if she's (probably) in a better place financially, you always make sure to spoil her and make her feel like she's the most special girl in the world. And she is, because she's with you!

: ̗̀➛ If you bite, she bites back. Of course, she only means to match your playfulness, but as a foxian, her teeth can hurt. Tingyun makes sure to be careful, of course, but there's only so much her self-control can do against her primal instincts to clamp down on her prey. You've had a few incidents because of this. She's very very apologetic and cuddly afterward, though—sort of like when you step on your pet and immediately rush to hug them.

: ̗̀➛ Tingyun feels so relaxed being in a relationship with you because of how reliable you are. To her, there's nothing better than coming home to her living space already cleaned up and the scent of a freshly cooked meal made by her lover. Gone are the days when Tingyun had to rely on takeout for most of her meals.

: ̗̀➛ She WILL absolutely gawk at your muscles whenever you work out or practice martial arts. Tingyun doesn't even try to hide it, either. She believes that she (and only she) has the right to your muscles as your girlfriend, and you can bet that she'll make use of that privilege as much as she can.

: ̗̀➛ Putting how hot you are aside, Tingyun is glad to see her partner being physically active and indulging in their hobbies. She's proud of you for actively pursuing a healthy lifestyle. Because of that, and also because she enjoys seeing you all flustered, Tingyun loves rewarding your efforts with a kiss or two.

"I'm home," You announce to an empty apartment. Force of habit, you reckon. You'd gotten used to Tingyun greeting you when she was on leave. Didn't she say she had one more day left, though?

You set down your things and hear faint classical music playing as you step into the living room. "Tingyun?" You call out. No response. Seems like the sound is coming from the dining room.

Cautiously, you open the door and peek inside. The space is dimly lit with candles, and you smell the vague scent of food and your favorite flowers. How did she even get this set up so quickly?

Tingyun, whom you're assuming is the perpetrator, sits alone at one end of the dining table, wearing a formal dress with a satisfied grin on her face. "Come and have a seat." She says, getting up to pull the seat out for you.

This all feels very new. You're usually the one to do these things for Tingyun, but being on the receiving end of it is... not bad at all.

There is a feast on the table, more than enough to feed the both of you. She was careful to choose food that was still just as tasty no matter how much time had passed while managing to cater to both your tastes.

"So... you come here often?" Tingyun winks before taking a sip of white wine. You chuckle at her corny and overused pickup line. "Tingyun, we're already dating."

╰┈➤ NSFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Tingyun has always had more... "crude" tastes than what you'd expect from a woman of her status and caliber. Not that you ever minded, of course. One of her biggest fantasies is you using your strength to manhandle her body into any position you like. The thought of being all helpless like that has Tingyun gushing.

: ̗̀➛ A muzzle is definitely required for you two, though. Aside from the fact that both of you are into petplay, you bite. A lot. Tingyun somehow manages to bite more. This could be attributed to her Foxian instincts, but she says she'd be very possessive over her partner either way.

: ̗̀➛ Even though Tingyun is often the bottom between you two in bed, she makes sure to switch it up once in a while because she thinks that it's unfair how it's always her who's on the receiving side of pleasure/always trying out new things. Seeing you get all flustered and embarrassed when you're usually dominant is definitely a treat.

: ̗̀➛ Tingyun can be both dominant and submissive, but she prefers the latter. She's more of a pillow princess because she loves to be spoiled and pampered, but she doesn't mind putting in the work to make you feel good.

: ̗̀➛ One thing about her is that she has trouble not marking you up excessively. Tingyun can't help it! She gets the insatiable urge to bite or claw at any exposed skin she sees, and she wants you to mark her as yours just as much. It's a hassle to try to find outfits that cover them up, but thankfully, Tingyun is an expert at using makeup to fulfill the same job.

"A-aren't you being a bit cruel?" Tingyun remarks, the grin of faux calmness on her lips faltering. Her arms and legs are bound by red ropes as you're holding a vibrator over her clit.

"Mm, but you like it, don't you?" You reply. She whimpers in response, not only to your words but also to you pressing the vibrator down.

Tingyun almost feels numb, having orgasmed four times already. You made her count. And it seems like a fifth is already on its way. "Gonna c-cum..." Tingyun whines.

Her body feels like it's going to shut down if it orgasms one more time, but her mind chases after that pleasure as if it's addicted.

You smirk, pleased with how she chases after the vibrator despite how she's mumbling about how she "can't take anymore."

"Go ahead, let it out."

As soon as you speak, Tingyun bucks her hips into the air and squirts her fluids all over the sheets. "So good for me..." You sigh, rewarding the sly fox with a kiss.

Her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm as she catches her breath before speaking. "Five..." You hold the vibrator against her clit again, earning a surprised mewl. "Good, you remembered."

"Think you can go for seven?"

Yae Miko

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say teasing you is her favorite thing to do. You just look so cool and composed in the eyes of others, but only Miko can see how a few careful words and well-placed touches can turn you into a stuttering mess. She can't get enough of you.

: ̗̀➛ Miko thinks your sense of fashion is really interesting. Even when she's traveled through most of Teyvat, she's never quite seen anyone else who dresses the same way. Miko likes it—it all feels very "you," and very unique at the same time.

: ̗̀➛ She's also a biter, but she has a lot more control over herself. Miko teases that she might not be able to pull her teeth out once they sink in, but you know she'd never hurt you on purpose. Miko only bites hard enough to leave a small mark.

: ̗̀➛ She loves it whenever you compliment her! Not that Miko doesn't get complimented by others often, but it always feels so fake, like they're just trying to get on her good side. You're different, though—she acts like she's not affected, but a simple thing like you saying she smells good is enough for her to smile from ear to ear.

: ̗̀➛ Miko is actually very accommodating of your boundaries. If you're uncomfortable with something, just don't do it. You don't have to go to those parties or social gatherings if you don't want to. Just relax and let her handle the rest. Besides, wouldn't you much rather spend that time with your lovely partner?

Hearing the alarm ring from your phone, you try your best to open your heavy eyelids.

You really don't want to get up today, and the pink kitsune form your girlfriend has taken as she lays asleep on your chest is only partly why.

Thankfully, Miko is a bit of a heavy sleeper (perhaps even more so in this state,) so the alarm didn't stir her awake. As soon as you try to get up, though, she transforms back into a human and pulls you back onto the bed.

So... Miko doesn't get affected by any sort of alarm whenever she's sleeping, but if you try to move away, she'll immediately wake up to cling onto you? Note taken. One of her many peculiarities, you suppose. You don't mind since it's cute.

"5 more hours..." Miko groans, half awake. "Sorry Miko, but I really don't have a choice." You sigh. If only you could stay like this forever, in her loving embrace.

Miko opens her eyes upon hearing your words. "Says who?" Before you could ask her what she meant, she spoke up again. "A few phone calls and I could wipe you off the grid for at least a few months," Miko grins, her canines shining with a proud glint.

She speaks as if she's joking, but you know that she's actually capable of what she promises. Miko has her connections, after all.

"That's... way too extreme." You chuckle. "I guess a day or two wouldn't hurt. Just this once." You mumble the last part. You should take more advantage of her authority, or so she says, but for now, Miko would be glad to have you all to herself even if just for a few days.

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: ̗̀➛ Miko can be either submissive or dominant depending on her mood, but she's often dominant with you. Something about getting you who's oh, so calm and put together pinned under her has her sense of pride soaring.

: ̗̀➛ She'll be very happy to put you in your place if you ever act up. Not to say that Miko wants to cause you actual discomfort, but there are just some days when she wants to see you beg for her mercy. You displeasing her is only an excuse for her to indulge in these desires.

: ̗̀➛ On the other hand, Miko annoys you (affectionately) on a daily basis. She's definitely the type to rile you up on purpose, especially in public. She'd whisper all of the filthy things she wants you to do to her as you're talking to someone else, just waiting for you to snap.

: ̗̀➛ A specific turn-on that Miko has (and won't ever admit to you) is when you leave marks along her thighs before eating her out. Your eyes are just so attractive when you gaze at her like that. You might be looking up at Miko, but she can feel who's really in charge.

: ̗̀➛ No matter who's dominant or submissive, she'll mock you either way. It's the little things like keeping her facial expressions mostly the same and turning away when you lean in to kiss her. Don't take it personally. It's as much of a challenge for Miko as it is for you; it's just her way of trying to get you to go rougher than usual.

Serval

"That's a good pet. Such a good pup you are, aren't you?" Miko says in between deep breaths, pleased with how eagerly you're eating her out.

She doesn't even have to say anything and you already know what'll make her feel good. That's what Miko likes about you.

You want to please her, more and more. Even if you aren't feeling any pleasure yourself, you're desperate to make Miko cum as many times as possible.

As if to prove a point, she pulls you away by a leash connected to your collar. It's hot pink leather, with her name engraved in gold lettering. It's a perfect fit for you, she thinks to herself as you whine in response to her action.

There is nothing on your mind except being able to taste her as much as possible. "Miko... why?" She hums as she fiddles with the leash in her hand, her legs crossed as you're kneeling in front of her dripping sex. So close, yet so far.

"Would you do anything for me?" Miko asks nonchalantly, not even bothering to look at you or answer your question. Still, you nod fervently. Her canines flash in a proud grin before she lays on her back so you're on top of her.

"Then fuck me, hard."

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Serval is really good at dying hair. How do you think she gets that one blue strand perfect all the time? She'll be happy to dye yours or at the very least suggest products/colors! Serval thinks the whole experience is really comforting and helps with expressing yourself, so she wants to share it with you if you'd let her.

: ̗̀➛ Also, she had a friend crush on you for the longest time before you met. Everything about you like the way you dressed and carried yourself was so cool, Serval couldn't resist wanting to get to know you better! These feelings were platonic at first, but she slowly fell in love with you as time passed.

: ̗̀➛ Serval tries not to let the loneliness get to her, but it's just too much to bear sometimes. Her siblings are always away, and even her bandmates are busy in the Silvermane Guards—which is why she thinks it's perfect that physical touch is one of the ways you express affection. Belobog can get cold even with all the heaters, so who can blame Serval for finding the warmth of your skin comforting against hers?

: ̗̀➛ The fact that you make cosplay props is so cool to Serval! She'd be so happy if you'd let her help. Serval is very creative with her ideas and always ends up going over the top when she's particularly motivated. I mean, who else would think of using mini electromagnetic fields just to make a halo float? Much less actually try to execute it...

: ̗̀➛ Your relationship with Serval is one built on a strong foundation of mutual trust, compromise, and common interests. A few disagreements here and there are unavoidable, but you can rest assured that Serval would never trade what she has with you for anything.

Today is a day that Serval is especially looking forward to. She's always happy to spend any time with you, but this time, you keep the location of your date a secret. You know better than anyone else how much Serval likes surprises and discovering new things, after all.

Which is why you brought her to your favorite arcade.

The entrance is conspicuous; merely a metal door at the end of a narrow alleyway. Even Serval couldn't help but raise an eyebrow;she knows better than to judge a book by its cover, though.

You could see her eyes sparkle with curiosity and awe as soon as you opened the door. The neon lights, soft music, sleek designs, and unusual-looking machines were an alien sight to her up until now. You knew this would be the perfect date the second Serval mentioned she'd never been to an arcade, and you were right. It helps that this arcade in particular is full of introverts who mind their own business, so you don't have to worry about social interaction.

Immediately, she rushes towards one of the claw machines, attracted by the pile of cute narwhal plushies. You smile at her enthusiasm. Taking a few coins from your wallet, you hand them to her. "All you have to do is insert a coin here and then move the crane above where you want it to grab." You explain. Serval listens to your words intently, but it's obvious that she's eager to give it a try herself.

She inserts the coin, moves the crane, brings it down, and... no luck. "What?? That was right on the dot, though!" Serval pouts. It was perfectly aligned with the plushie, but she lacked the experience to know how weak the cranes were. You pat her on the back as consolation. "The blue narwhal, right?" You insert the coin, jumping at the opportunity to show off to your girlfriend. Serval nods.

She watches how you move the crane, face almost pressed directly against the cold glass. Serval can't help but tilt her head, seeing how off it was from the plushie. The crane clamps down perfectly around the narwhal's horn, and you present the plushie to her with a smug grin. "Here." Serval's eyes light up as she holds the plush for the first time. "It's so fluffy!" She exclaims before pulling you into a quick hug as thanks. "You're the best!"

Before your heart can recover from the sudden physical affection, Serval rushes towards another arcade game. You quickly follow after her. At this rate, you won't be surprised if Serval ends up developing a gaming addiction and starts building her own machines...

╰┈➤ NSFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Serval is a switch through and through. She wants to pin you down and make you feel good just as much as she wants to submit to your every whim.

: ̗̀➛ Serval doesn't have any extreme kinks, but she tries a lot of new things on herself on the regular. Mostly toys and the like, some of which she's even created herself. Serval likes being able to choose what materials it'll be made out of and the overall customizability. She'll even make you one if you ask!

: ̗̀➛ That said, Serval's finger game is godly. The years she spent playing the guitar and doing precise work as a mechanic wasn't for nothing. You won't find anyone else in Belobog with more nimble fingers.

: ̗̀➛ Serval loves putting on a show for you. Things like leaning over the table to show off her cleavage is light work; when she's feeling bold, she'll even masturbate and moan your name while you're at home. Bonus points if you peek through the door as she does, she'll definitely wink at you before continuing as if no one is watching her.

: ̗̀➛ Serval is very into blindfolding, mostly being on the receiving side. She loves the thrill of not knowing what you'll do to her next. It's a shame you won't be able to see those pretty eyes of hers, but it's worth it to see her writhing under your touch.

"Tongue, fingers, pussy, or strap?" You ask the woman in front of you. Her eyes are covered with a black blindfold and her wrists are bound with the fabric of your shirt.

"Surprise me." Serval replies, already rubbing her thighs together in anticipation. She's not very good at being subtle. Cute. In truth, you weren't expecting her to choose.

The high of diving headfirst into the unknown is too much for someone as inquisitive as Serval to pass up. You appreciate that she trusts you as much as to leave herself fully vulnerable like this.

Serval's ears perk up as she hears you open a bottle, presumably lube, and spread it all over something. The loss of sight has amplified the rest of her senses.

You wonder if that also applies to how much pleasure she feels. It'd make for an interesting research topic, knowing Serval.

Your hands roam all over her, from her collarbones to her breasts, to the small of her back, and lastly to her thighs. The slight coldness of the lube makes her arch her back and wriggle against her constraints every time you touch her.

Finally, you ease the tip of your strap-on into her folds. Serval bites her lips to prevent a moan from escaping, recognizing the shape. You're wearing her favorite glass dildo, and you can see how her walls stretch to accommodate you.

Serval is glad that her job doesn't need her to move around because she definitely won't be able to walk properly for the next few days.

[the-kr8tor]

Can you do a period comfort Hobie for fluffy Friday? Like Hobie comforting reader while she has bad cramps or mood swings? Like maybe he buys reader chocolates or makes them himself or something? I have PCOS(poly cystic ovary syndrome) and my period is currently kicking my ass :(

Thank you in advance! I love your work and ttn has me giggling and kicking my feet it’s so lovely :)

Oh I know the feeling 😞 hope you feel better! Thanks for requesting ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, description of pain, FLUFF.

It's Fluffy Friday!

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You groan out when another wave of pain sends you writhing on the bed, sheets crumpled out from under you, blanket kicked to the edge of the bed.

"Hobie!" You whimper out, clutching your stomach, tears prickling in your eyes. You already feel bad yelling his name, mood swings at an all time high, one minute you're clinging to him the next you're pushing him off you.

"Present!" He tries to joke, you meet him with a glare. Hobie winces, maybe he shouldn't have tried his luck. You asked him so nicely to warm up your heating pad. He thought you felt better, you even gave him your best puppy dog eyes and a cute pout to peck his cheek.

Hobie brings the heating pad on your lower stomach, briefly lifting off your shirt. You sigh, pain subsiding.

"'m sorry" you take his hand, "I'm being an asshole"

"What do you mean? You're always an arsehole to me" he tilts his head, trying his luck again at making you smile.

You chuckle softly, "I deserve that. Come here" extending your arms, you scooch a bit to give him space.

He lays next to you, your arm around his back so he doesn't fall off the edge, cheek on his rough jumper. Hobie rests his head on your hair, his long limbs cover your body.

"Yeah? But you're my arsehole" you snort at his efforts at making you smile. Hobie fixes your shirt so that the cold doesn't seep through your skin. "How do you feel now? One to ten?" He snuggles further into you.

"A seven" closing your eyes, you mindlessly play with the frayed edges of his jumper. Pain meds finally work its magic.

"What else do you need? I can quickly swing by and buy you somethin'"

"Just need you" you wait a few beats. "And chocolate" Looking up at him through your lashes, you give him a teasing smile.

"Pssh, how 'bout I make you some?" Hobie softly caresses your arms free of goosebumps.

"You know how to make chocolate?"

"What? Like it's hard?"

"That is the cutest fucking thing ever" you squeeze him, nuzzling your face on his chest. "So punk" murmuring out as you slowly drift off to sleep. "Teach me sometime, please" fighting it off for a few minutes, you kiss the tip of his nose.

"Get some rest and we'll make some" Hobie uses his feet to grab the blanket, laying it on the both of you. Tucking you in, he joins you for a nap.

Sure enough after you woke up, you felt a lot better with help from Hobie. You pestered him into teaching you how to make chocolates. But with the ache coming back, he lets you sit this one out.

"Just sit there and look pretty for me" He lifts you up on the counter effortlessly, hands squeezing your thighs for a moment.

Clutching your heating pad, licking the chocolate covered spoon that he's given you to keep occupied, you watch him whisk away, muscles doing all the work.

"Snack and a show" you tease, eyes glued to his biceps.

Hobie smirks at your comment, taking a small dollop of chocolate on his pinky, wiping it on the tip of your nose.

You laugh, eyes crossing to look at your nose. Retaliating, you do the same, wiping the chocolate on his cheek. He tilts his head mischievously, playfully fighting back.

"Don't even think about it–!" A good amount of melted chocolate smacks you on your forehead.

It's safe to say after your little food fight, the kitchen ends up covered in chocolate. Now you have months worth of it thanks to a miscalculation that you may or may not have done on purpose.

[ridiculousn3sswrites]

Whose White Baby?

*Hobie Brown (Across the Spider-Verse) x POC Reader

*Summary: You come home from work to find a little white baby crawling around your apartment. Cue the baby fever.

*Warnings: Swearing, sex jokes. Let me know if I missed anything.

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Dating Spider-Punk was definitely a wild experience; you never knew what to expect from the man. You could tell he was definitely the “Cool Cousin” to the younger Spiders, especially with how often one (or more) of the teens would stop by randomly with him. What you definitely didn’t expect was coming home from work to find a little white child literally climbing the walls of your flat. 

“Hobie?” You called out, putting your bag down as your eyes followed the movement of the random baby.

“Yeah, babes?” Hobie was busy in the kitchen, not paying attention to whatever Spider-Menace he had brought back this time. Gwen you could handle, after all she was a teen and could (mostly) handle herself, but a literal baby? Nah, he had some explaining he needed to do.

“Whose white baby is in our flat right now?”

“Don’t know whatcha mean.”

“What do you mean you don’t- Hobie, there’s a little red headed baby here! I think I’d remember if I’d seen her before. And I know for a fact I didn’t have her.”

“Oh, right, that baby. That’s Mayday, little anarchist,” Hobie said, 

“That explains nothing, Hobie. Who the hell is Mayday?”

“Relax, babes. Peter asked me to watch her while he’s on a mission.” Normally you loved Hobie’s couldn’t-be-bothered attitude, but you needed a little more information here. You sighed heavily, cueing Hobie into your annoyance. “Right, right. Peter’s another Spider, Mayday’s his kid, he got sent on a mission on his wife would probably kill ‘im if he took Mayday on another one.”

“And she ended up in our flat how?”

“I was the only one available. C’mon, look at the little rebel. How could you say no to this?” As soon as he asked the question, Mayday dropped into his hands from the ceiling. He held her up to your eye level, and the little smile she gave you with those puppy dog eyes just made you give in.

“Alright, fine, but I’m not changing any diapers.”

“Told ya she’d let you stay,” Hobie told Mayday as you walked past him to get something to snack on. You shot him a withering glare, only for him to give you his small smile that always gave you butterflies. You couldn’t let him know that though, so instead you rolled your eyes at him.

**********

You always thought you were immune to the baby fever your friends always talked about as you got older, but you were beginning to see the appeal in this whole thing as you watched Hobie with Mayday. There was just something about the soft way he talked to her, the way he carefully watched her as she crawled around and up your walls. Don’t even get me started on the way he carried her on his hip when he went about doing things around your flat.

You kept stealing glances at him while you worked on your laptop. You’d been with Hobie long enough that you’d seen him interacting with kids, but those were mostly young teens. There was just something different about seeing Hobie with an actual bay that got your heart racing. He sat there with Mayday perched on his knee, bouncing her as he read some children’s book that Peter must have sent her with. No way. No way you were having baby fever. You didn’t even want kids, right?

You could feel your face heating up, trying to focus your attention back on the work in front of you. You just needed to get this report done, and then you could deal with whatever feelings you were having about Hobie. Specifically, Hobie with a baby. Hobie with your baby? Your mind provided you with a brief flash of Hobie carrying a child with his hair and your eyes, maybe a little leather jacket. Now that would be cute, with little combat boots-

Woah, you need to calm down. You shook your head, your typing starting back up again. You just needed to finish this report and-

“You aight there, babes?” Hobie asked, shifting Mayday to stare at you with him. “Thought you were s’posed to be working.”

“I am working, what’re you on about?”

“Nah, you’re not working, you keep lookin’ at me.” His slight taunt sent a shiver through you, but your annoyance was greater right now.

“Maybe I’m just lookin at the baby, ever think that?”

“Nah, not with that look you got goin on.” Your face felt like it was on fire, so you did what any reasonable person would do: you shut your laptop and stood up, preparing to go hide away in your room while you tried to calm down and finish this report. As you walked to your room, you heard Hobie behind you. “Aw, c’mon babes, I didn’t mean nothin’ by it-”

The door clicked closed before you could hear the end of his sentence. You let out a heavy sigh, heavier than you’d originally intended. Right, all you needed to do was focus on your work and then you could go back out to Hobie and Mayday. Maybe working on client portfolios for a little while would help clear your mind.

**********

Eventually, your work was done and you couldn’t just hide from your boyfriend for the rest of the night. When you opened the bedroom door to find Hobie smiling down at Mayday softly snoring away in his arms. You had half the mind to just turn around and walk back into the room, needing to get away from the heart melting moment in front of you. It was too late though, Hobie had already spotted you. “Done with work now?”

“Yeah, just had to finish up some things.” Hobie hummed in acknowledgement, watching as Mayday slept. He looked back up at you, that softness still in his eyes. “Babes, could you do me a favor?”

You gave an exaggerated sigh, sitting next to him. “Alright, what is it?”

“Just hold her for a second, alright? I’ve hadta use the bathroom for ages now.”

“What? Hobie!” It was too late, Hobie had already placed the little redhead in your lap, leaving you with no choice but to watch as he nearly ran to the bathroom. You huffed, looking at the child in your lap, still snoozing away. “It’s kinda amazing you slept through that.”

You adjusted so you were holding Mayday the way Hobie had been before he abandoned you both, looking down at the sleeping child. Her red curls were mussed up, and you wondered just how your own kid would look fresh from a nap.

 “Guess you’re not so bad, kinda cute if anything,” you mumbled to her as she shifted in your arms. For a split second, you were scared she was going to wake up, but your fears were quickly allayed as she settled down again. “I’m still gonna kill ‘im though, with his damn tricks.”

There wasn’t much you could do with this child just sleeping in your arms, so you let your mind wander as you just held her. You still had to make dinner, you didn’t know how long Mayday would be here for, you were really glad you had the day off tomorrow. Eventually, as you continued your rambling of thoughts, you started humming just to add some background noise to the too quiet flat.

“I knew you’d like her, you should see the headache having her ‘round gives Miguel,” Hobie’s voice jolted you out of the little bubble you’d managed to be in. You barely managed to control the little jump you had. “Love to imagine what kind of damage our kid would do.”

“Jeez, Hobie, give me a warning next time,” you said before taking a second to register what he’d just told you. Your wide eyes followed him as he hopped over the back of the couch, putting his arm around you as he settled in. “Wait, whatcha mean ‘our kid’?”

“You know, for someone with a fancy job ‘n all, you think you’d get the simple things. Y’know, a kid we have. Like, together.”

“You want a kid with me?” You asked, still dumbfounded by how casual he was about all this. Sure, you were pretty sure Hobie was endgame for you, but he wasn’t the type to normally talk about all this. Now that you thought about it, this was exactly the way he’d drop this kind of news on you. You really weren’t sure why you were so surprised at first.

“Yeah, course I do. I mean, long as you wanna have one. I know we haven’t talked ‘bout it much, but ever since this little menace popped up I been thinking ‘bout it,” Hobie started rambling, his normally cool facade cracking just the slightest bit until he saw the smug little smile on your face. “Never mind, I change my mind.”

“Oh c’mon, let me enjoy you being a lil sappy, it never happens!” You laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder. That was a lie, Hobie was soft with you more than he’d care to admit. And lord knows he wouldn’t admit it in front of anyone else.

“Alright, I change my mind back.”

“You never changed it in the first place,” you teased. “Do you know when Peter’s supposed to be back?”

“Why, you excited to start tryin’?” There was the Hobie you were used to. You just rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the heat rising in your face. You looked down at the sleeping child in your arms, only for Hobie to tilt your chin back up to look at him. The warmth in his eyes made your heart melt, even as he had that cocky little smirk on his lips. You leaned up slightly, trying not to jostle Mayday, as you gave him a quick kiss. “Right, yeah, I’ll see if I can get hold of Peter.”

“Who’s excited now?”

“Babes, I never claimed I wasn’t.”

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Whump Prompt - Shock Collars, Gunther/Cody with references to Randy and background Cody/Randy, please? ❤

I'll give you some puppy eyes of my very own!

(Also I'd definitely owe you another fic in return 👀)

How could I resist (and YES! I'll definitely send another fic prompt your way at some point!) Enjoy! 😙❤️

I'm also tagging @paladinofmoonlight as this will tie in slightly with your request fic.

Trick - 'Shock Collar'

Characters - Cody Rhodes, Randy Orton, Gunther, CM Punk (cameo), Drew McIntyre (cameo), Ludwig Kaiser (mentioned), Giovanni Vinci (mentioned)

Rating - Mature

Warnings - Winner's Room, non-con/extremely dub-con (implied), shock collar, pet play, trauma

(This fic is based in my Winner's Room AU)

     The only man that Cody Rhodes avoided in the back was Gunther. And that was because Randy himself told him to. 

     He could still remember the night after Crown Jewel had wrapped when he'd sat up waiting for Randy, growing more worried with each passing hour until at long last his husband returned. Cody knew something wasn't right the moment Randy shuffled onto the bus, noting how his hoodie was zipped right up to the neck, his head bowed and feet heavy, like they were dragging great iron chains behind him. 

     'Randy?'

     His husband stumbled back with fright, suddenly realising that he was not alone. 'You're here?' he gasped, meaning to say 'awake' - he'd been hoping Cody would be asleep. The blonde rushed to his husband and cupped his face in both hands. Randy flinched at the touch and Cody's alarm spiked when he saw his husband's eyes. He looked... haunted. 

     'Where have you been?'

     Randy turned his face away with shame. 'With Gunther,' he replied. 

     A stone sank into the pit of Cody's stomach. He knew, of course he knew. It was a PLE night and Randy had lost, of course Gunther would come to collect his winner's rights. Yet even so, hearing it drip like acid from his husband's mouth made it sting all the more. 

     But something didn't sit right. Usually it wouldn't take this long for a quick fuck or a blow job. A winner would only need maybe half an hour, an hour tops with their prize to reap their rewards. Why had Randy been gone for close to six? 'Tell me what happened?' He was answered with silence, not even a flicker of eye contact. 'Randy? What did he do to you?'

     'I'm worn out, he'd replied and Cody's shoulders slumped with defeat. 'I need some rest. We can talk in the morning.'

     But they didn't.

     Cody thought it best not to pry. Until Bash at Berlin. He'd been as surprised as anybody when Randy had challenged Gunther for another match for the World Heavyweight Championship. In the weeks leading up to the event, he brought up his concerns with his husband.

     'What if it ends up like last time?'

     'It won't be like last time,' Randy protested as he knotted up the laces of his boots. 'I know what I'm doing.'

     'I don't doubt that,' Cody sighed. 'It's just... when you got back, you were so... traumatised and I just can't stand to-'

     Randy cut Cody off by slamming the heel of his boot against the bench, the wood colliding with the metal locker door with a great clang. Cody glared up at his husband, who refused to meet his eye. 'It won't be like last time,' Randy said again, except his voice was weaker than before. Fragile, like a whisper on the wind.

     To his credit, Randy was right; the match was nothing like the last time. Cody watched it on the monitors in gorilla, cradling the aches and pains in his own body from his match with Kevin Owens, as his husband fought bravely against the Austrian behemoth. Two bulls battering one another in the arena, each taking turns to gore the other, their skin turning red and breaking from the brutal onslaught. Randy managed to disable Gunther's hand, his greatest weapon, then, when he dumped the Champion through the announce desk, a spark of hope shone bright. Cody watched his majestic husband pose to the crowd and began to imagine the gold belt glistening around his waist. The pride and glory of his victory.

     But then, back in the ring, right when Randy was poised to deliver an RKO that would end it all, Gunther locked on a sleeper hold, and no matter how the Viper tried to snake his way out of his opponent's clutches, it was not enough. The blood drained from Cody's face as Randy's arm went slack, stopped breathing as the ref lifted up the lifeless limb and let it drop to the mat. 

     'No...' he shook his head at the screen, his bad knee almost buckling under him as he turned and hobbled towards the curtain. Just as he got there, it was tossed aside and the towering frame of Gunther walked through. He took one ice-cold look at his fellow champion and sniffed, walking past Cody towards the back. Shortly after, the curtain twitched again and this time, a ground down, exhausted Randy shuffled through.

     'Randy!' Cody wrapped his arms around his husband, never heeding the sweat and grime of the ring as he held his husband close. Their moment was cut all too short by a shrill whistle and they both turned to find Gunther waiting on his trophy.

     'I have to go, Codes,' Randy sighed, his voice breaking as he forcibly prised the blonde off of him. 

     'NO! No Randy, you can't!' Cody fought back, grabbing at any part of his husband's body and clinging on for dear life. 'Please! Don't go with him! I'm begging you!'

     'Cody,' Randy lifted his lover's chin. His fingers were trembling. Cody choked at the sight of his husband's face, the fear and terror in his grey-blue eyes. 'Don't wait up for me this time.'

     'Randy, please... no!'

     'I have to,' he uttered and softly placed a kiss on Cody's lips. 'I love you.'

     Then he left. Left with that monster, who leered at Cody when he wrapped his hand around the small of Randy's back and lead him away.  And Cody just had to accept it. Just had to shower and dress and head back to the bus like it was all ok but the dread gnawed at the pit of his stomach and he felt like throwing up and he couldn't eat and he couldn't sleep but Randy told him not to wait up for him so what could he do? He sat on the bed and he tried to read and tried to look at his phone and tried to watch tv but he couldn't focus at all. 

     At some point in the night, the exhaustion of waiting took over and his eyes fell shut, only to be woken up again some time later to a strange noise coming from the living area of his bus. Shuffling off the bed, Cody limped over to the bedroom door and opened it, hobbling past the bunks and the kitchen area until he found a figure hunched over in a chair, its face hidden behind his huge palms as it wept fitfully.

     He said nothing, just placed his arms around Randy's shoulders and held him tight. Once again, Randy flinched at the sudden contact but when he realised there was no danger, he coiled his own large arms around Cody's waist and cried into his chest like a scared little boy. 

     'I'm so s-sorry, Codes,' he hushed out between sobs. 'I'm s-supposed to be strong-'

     'You have nothing to be sorry about,' Cody told his husband sternly, a spark of flame lighting up in his blue eyes. 'It's Gunther who's going to pay for this.'

     'Cody!' The blonde was pushed back, Randy grabbing his upper arms in a vice grip. 'Don't you ever go near that bastard, you hear me? You stay the hell away from him. Promise me!'

     'Randy, I can't just let him get away with what he did to-?'

     'PROMISE ME!' 

     The once proud warrior's face was wet with tears, his eyes blood-shot and frayed by a thousand and one traumas. He suddenly looked so... small. So vulnerable. The snake had had his venom sapped from his body, his fangs yanked out with rusty pliers.

     Cody shook his head from side-to-side sorrowfully. 'Just tell me what he did to you.'

     The grey eyes shimmered with fresh tears, Randy's face scrunched up with despair. 'Please Cody,' his voice was hoarse, on the brink of falling apart again, 'please don't make me say it.'

     His heart broke in two at that and he couldn't bear to torture his cherished lover any more. 'Ok,' he said and pulled Randy into another bruising hug, one that he hoped chased away the demons. 'You don't have to tell me. And I'll stay away from Gunther. I promise.'

     

     He may not be able to ask The Ring General what had transpired, but there were other ways to skin a cat and one possible lead as to what had happened after Bash in Berlin was the very man that Cody found himself catching up with during Raw the following Monday. CM Punk should have been in high spirits after winning both his match and his bracelet back but he seemed a little on edge around the blonde. Cody's suspicions were confirmed when Punk, pretending to swipe through his phone, softly uttered, 'and how's Randy?'

     Cody narrowed his eyes at his friend. 'What do you mean, "how's Randy"?'

     Punk looked up, fidgeting in his chair. 'Well he lost his match on Saturday, right?'

     The two men eyed one another, Punk feeling the noose tighten around his neck, Cody the one pulling the rope. 'You know something, don't you?' 

     The veteran cast his eyes down. 'I dunno what you're talking-'

     'Punk,' Cody crouched down, not allowing the tattooed man to escape. 'If you know something then tell me. I need to know what happened, I have to know what Gunther did to him.'

     The mere sound of Gunther's name sent a visible shudder up Punk's spine and his hazel eyes lost focus, staring away into the middle distance. Just like Randy's had done. 'That's not for me to say,' he replied at last. 'You have to ask Randy about that.'

     'I tried but he won't talk to me,' Cody heaved a frustrated sigh, 'and he told me to stay away from Gunther.'

     'Good!' Punk shot back. 'He's right! You stay the fuck away from him, Cody, you hear?'

     The blonde scrunched up his face. He was getting real sick of hearing this. Like he was some withering flower, some princess in a tower who needed protected. 'You don't understand Punk, you didn't see the way Randy was afterwards. That rat bastard hurt the man I love! How am I meant to ignore that?'

     'You have to,' Punk ordered him. 'It's for the best. Anyway...' Punk got to his feet, 'I'm the one gunning for Gunther next. Now that Drew is in my rear-view mirror, I'm gonna go out there and lay down the challenge.'

     'And let me guess, did Randy put you up to that?' Cody caught the older man's eye, noting how Punk dragged his tongue along his bottom lip. 

     'We're only looking out for you, Cody,' he said before heading to gorilla.

     Punk was a dead-end but Cody had one more possible lead. If Punk had been hanging around the arena on Saturday night, it was likely with his own winner's trophy. Cody found Drew McIntyre leaving the men's locker room, looking nervous as if he was running late, which was odd because he wasn't dressed for a match. In fact, his attire was a bit strange in general for Drew - blue jeans, walking boots and a black zip hoodie. 

     Cody called his name and the large Scot paused for a moment, glancing up at him. 'Drew, you got a minute?'

     'Make it quick, Rhodes,' Drew warned, twitching impatiently. 

     'Why? You got somewhere you need to be?'

     The Scotsman didn't appreciate being interrogated. 'Spit. It. Out.'

     'Fine,' Cody didn't see any point in angering the already cantankerous Scot. 'I need to know what happened after Bash in Berlin.'

     The blue eyes flashed, growing large for a split-second, betraying the startle at the mention of the PLE's name. But as quickly as it came, it disappeared again and Drew pulled his lips back, baring his teeth. 

     'Out of my fucking way,' he snarled, shoving Cody aside, and that was that. He had exhausted all of his leads and was no further forward in finding out what had happened to Randy. Slumping back against the wall, Cody bumped the back of his head against the hard brick and tried to fight down the disappointment.

     There was one last witness he could try, one final lead. He knew for certain that Gunther would be there here tonight.

     But he couldn't do that to Randy, not after seeing the fear in his eyes. He couldn't add to his pain. He had made a promise and he was going to stick to it.

     However, in this business, promises are so frequently broken.

     With Punk on the shelf after Drew's ambush at Raw and their subsequent Hell in a Cell match, Gunther was in need of a new opponent so Hunter made the announcement at Bad Blood, that Cody would be facing him at Crown Jewel. Randy went ballistic, but no amount of yelling and debating would change the trajectory. With a heavy heart, Cody was forced to break his promise to his husband.

     And come the day of the PLE, he would discover the horrors that Randy had faced first-hand.

     The only thought that ran through the blonde's head as he lay on his back staring up at the bright lights above was of his husband kissing him before the match, holding him tight. 'Win, you hear me,' he'd said, unable to hide the croak in his voice. 'You must win!'

     Cody had fought hard. Had given the Austrian as good as he got. But Gunther was bigger, stronger and more sadistic. He had worn the blonde down to the ground and still kept on kicking. Cody was certain he had a cracked rib or two from the vicious chops, every breath he dragged in stung like a knife plunging into his chest. He was only vaguely aware of the ref's hand smacking the canvas for the one, two, three, hardly noticed the victor get to his feet to have his arm raised.

     It was only when the boards swayed beneath him as two chunky knees crashed down beside him and a fat finger tenderly trace a line of sweat down his brow and cheek that the implications of his loss hit him. 

     'You are mine now, welpe.'

     Gunther didn't wait for him to stand on his own. He hauled the dazed blonde onto his shoulder and carried him out of the ring, but instead of heading up the ramp to the back, Gunther marched towards the announce desk and left through the stunned crowd. Cody slumped like carrion on the hunter's back, trying to make sense of the pattern of strange hallways and doors. Through the lifting haze, he could hear something, a booming voice yelling his name over and over.

     'Randy...?' He tried to lift his thumping head, finally shaking the cotton wool in his brain loose. 'Randy, where-'

     He was dropped down from Gunther's shoulder and thrown into a dark room. The light was flicked on and he saw a couple of neatly packed bags on the benches realising that Gunther had not taken him to his designated locker room, but somewhere else instead. Bunching up his fists, Cody turned and found the Austrian locking the door tight behind him. 

     'Alone at last,' Gunther said, walking calmly across the room to lay the key to the door on a bench, easily within Cody's reach. A test, the blonde surmised, the games have begun already. 'No crowd. No officials. Just you and me.'

     'Good, I've been hoping for a chance to talk,' Cody puffed out his chest defiantly. He was not afraid of the Ring General. 

     'Well then,' Gunther gave a wry chuckle, clanking his brand new, diamond-encrusted belt down pride of place for his defeated opponent to see. 'As you say, "what do you want to talk about?"'

     Cody took in a steadying breath. 'Crown Jewel. Bash in Berlin. What did you do to Randy?'

     'Hmm.' Gunther ran a finger along the gold edge of the championship then straightened up, Cody stepping out of harm's way as the Austrian moved past him towards his possessions. 'You want answers.' Glancing back over his shoulder, Cody saw the key, sitting right there on the bench, a fingertip away. He could grab it, rush for the door, get out. 

     But the pull for answers was too strong, too important. He stayed put.

     Behind him, Gunther was rummaging through one of the bags. 'You see that beautiful belt, right there?' Cody's blue eyes moved from the key to the Crown Jewel Championship. 'That belongs to me, to prove that I am the better champion. A king of champions.'

     Suddenly, something wrapped around Cody's neck and jerked him backwards, choking him. His hands went to his throat, fingers grasping at a leather strap and he tried to pull it away but it tightened even more, almost lifting him off his feet. 

     Then he was let go, landing awkwardly on his bad knee and almost crumbling to the floor. Both hands grasped the garrotte around his neck, finding what felt like a dog's collar.

     'And as King of Champions,' Gunther went on, his voice booming directly behind him, 'you belong to me now too. You want answers? You want to know what I did to Randy?' Heavy footsteps thundered around him, Gunther walking into his line of sight. Cody spotted what looked like a remote in his large hand. 'I will show you, welpe.'

     'What does that mean?' Cody hissed at the Austrian, but Gunther didn't seem to hear. Or care.

     'Dogs don't talk,' he said, cryptically, confusing the blonde. 'Now, let's start with a simple command, shall we? Sitz.' He looked expectantly at Cody who glared right back, not understanding this bizarre situation at all. 'Sitz!' Again, Cody refused to move. 'I said sitz.'

     'I don't under- AAAGHHHH!!!!!' A bolt of electricity screamed across Cody's head and down his spine. Every one of his muscles were momentarily paralysed and his legs fell out from underneath him, sending him crashing to the tiled floor. He sat panting on the ground, gasping with shock.

     'That's it, braver hund.' 

     Cody's mind was whirring, trying to make sense of what the hell just happened. Shock collar, his mind cried out in panic. He put you in a shock collar!

     'Let's try another,' Gunther's frame seemed even larger now as it loomed over Cody like a great, terrible beast. 'How about-' 

     But before he could finish, the moment was interrupted by the shrill sound of a cell phone ringing. Gunther went searching for it, allowing Cody a moment to draw breath and assess his dire situation. He could stall no longer, he had to get the key, it was right there and-

     'Randy.'

     Randy?!

     'Yes, I have your bitch right here with me,' Gunther sneered down the phone, his cold eyes finding the fallen champion at his feet. 'A fine specimen he is too. A pure-bred pedigree, from a distinguished lineage, same as you, Randy.' The Austrian trailed his fingers up between Cody's shoulder blades, making the blonde shudder as his captor playfully ruffled the platinum bristles at the back of his neck. 'Such a beautiful creature.'

     For the first time that evening, the fear began to claw at him. He looked up at Gunther, reaching for the cell in his hand. 'Please, let me-'

     'Do you want to speak with him, Randy? Here.' Gunther held the phone close and the tears almost rushed in when he heard his husband's terror-laced voice. 

     'Cody? Are you there?'

     'I'm here, Randy,' he said, swallowing down his anguish. 'I'll be fine.'

     'I'm coming for you. Just hold on.'    

     'Randy...' Cody took in a quick breath, steeling himself. 'Don't wait up for me, ok?'

     'Tell me where you are!' Randy's panic cranked up several notches. 'I'll come find-'

     Gunther pulled the cell away, cutting the conversation off. The two men locked eyes as the Ring General took several steps back and placed the phone down on the floor. Cody could hear the small, tinny sound of Randy's voice calling his name frantically and it tore his hear to shreds.

     But then, Gunther walked away to the other side of the room, leaving the cell behind. Cody sensed another game, feeling his skin prick with nerves when his captor brandished the control in his hand. A threat. 'No more distractions,' he boomed, his thumb hovering over the large red button on the remote. 'Let's continue with our training. Next command; steh.'

     'You want me to stay?' Cody scoffed up at the huge gargoyle. 'Is that it?' Gunther said nothing, only stroked his calloused thumb around the edges of the red button. 'Well, I say, over my dead body!'

     Cody leapt forward, arm stretched for the cell when another bolt shot through him, fiercer and longer this time. He fell on his side, his whole body turning as stiff as a board, stretching out like a piece of taffy on the hook. 

     Then it released him.

     He was closer now, he just had to reach up and-

     Another bolt, even stronger than the last. It went on for close to ten seconds before it let him go. 

     The pain was unbearable, his body felt like was being roasted from the inside out. But he gritted his teeth, lowered his brow and heaved his trembling hand from the tiles to grab the-

     'AAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHH!'

     He was on fire! His blood boiling in his veins! The pain convulsed through him, making his helpless frame judder like a fish caught on dry land. He screamed until his lungs collapsed. 

     Gunther released his hold on the button. Cody's tattered breaths filled the air, trying to breath through the agony. 

     'I expected you to be difficult,' Gunther muttered. 'What else could I expect from Randy's bitch. But I broke him eventually, and I will break you too.'

     A pocket of bile threw up into Cody's mouth. He spat it out with contempt. 

     'I am nobody's bitch!' he declared, struggling up to one elbow, a feat which took every ounce of strength and spirit he possessed, 'and I am nothing like Randy.'

     Tilting his head slightly, Gunther chewed over Cody's brave words. 'We'll see.'

     He slammed his thumb over the button.

     'AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!'

     Droplets of tepid water broke Cody from his stupour. He found his face pressed down on the tiles and feared for a moment that the rivulets rushing down his face were piss but fortunately it didn't taste like it. It was only water.

     'Wake up, Cody,' Gunther's deep, menacing voice vibrated into his skull. 'I didn't give the order to rest.'

     His arms were numb, dead to any feeling. So were his legs. Only his neck creaked slowly up to allow him to turn his head and find his captor. He was settling back down onto the bench, taking a swig from the water bottle he had used to rouse Cody from unconsciousness. He looked tired. They had been at this for hours now.

     'You are one stubborn little scheiße, I'll admit that,' Gunther said, leaning back against the wall, dribbling the last dredges of water on his brow. 'I had Randy fully trained by now.'

     'M'said before,' Cody's clumsy lips tried to form words. 'M'nothing like... Randy...'

     'Yes, I see that now.' The Austrian paused for a moment, sitting as still as a grim sculpture. After a while, he leaned over and reached into a bag beside him, pulling from it something long and strange, with a tangle of leather tails dangling from one end. A flogger! 'You actually remind me more of someone else.' He inspected the item, holding in his hand like a precious bar of gold. 'Of Ludwig. Or, to be more precise... of Marcel.'

     Cody blinked at that. Trying to find the connection between himself and Gunther's snivelling lackey. Or why his previous name was so significant.

     'Marcel was a difficult dog to train too,' Gunther went on, teasing the thick strands of leather though his fingers. 'Stubborn, resilient, intelligent. Too intelligent. Just like you, he absorbed all the pain I inflicted on him and gave me nothing in return.' 

     Some feeling finally returned to Cody's body. Merely a flicker, but enough for him to draw his quivering arms underneath him and push himself up. He slumped against the wall behind him, keeping his chin up to observe his captor as he spun his tale.

     'But just like you, he had a weakness,' Gunther's cruel, evil eye found his and held on, like a locked jaw. 'He had Fabian.' Giovanni, Cody realised. Ludwig's long-time tag partner and another of Gunther's lackeys. Former tag-partner and lackey. Not anymore. Not after his teammates had turned on him and violently exiled him from Imperium.

     'I made a bargain with him,' Gunther went on, 'if he submitted to me, then no harm would come to Fabian. He didn't care about his own welfare but the man he loved... that was a different story. He finally gave himself over to me, unaware that his lover had already sold him out for his own worthless life.' 

     Cody's chest tightened, overwhelmed with empathy for his fellow victim. 

    'You see, there is a certain finesse with dog training. It's not always about getting quick results. Sometimes, it takes a little time, patience. All it needs is a single break-through, one moment for a bond of trust to be forged between a master and his pet. And over time that bond grows, link by link.'

     He had lost him. Cody couldn't follow the logic or why it related to him, but he could sense the danger growing closer every second. He flinched when Gunther stood up and took a step towards him, but he did not tread any closer. Instead, he placed the flogger on the ground between them then returned to his spot on the bench, his mammoth arms resting on his open thighs.

     'From this day on, I promise never to claim my winner's rights over Randy again.'

     Cody hitched a breath. Had he just heard him right? This couldn't be true. There had to be a catch!

     'If...?' He locked his blue eyes onto Gunther's.

     The Austrian smiled broadly, letting out a laugh like the rumble of thunder. 'You are a smart one,' he grinned, proudly. 'Letting Randy go means I have a space in my kennels that needs filling. Perhaps you know someone willing to take his place...?'

     There it was!

     Cody's gaze sank to the floor. He understood. The dog-catcher had the cunning stray cornered and had looped the leash slip around his throat. He looked at the flogger lying there, waiting.

     And he knew what to do.

     Letting out a wince of pain, he fell onto his hands and knees. His body was numb but he forced it to crawl on all fours across the tiles, grunting with each pain-filled, hard-fought inch, until he reached the flogger and bent his face down to it. Opening his mouth wide, he wrapped his tongue around it and pulled it in, his teeth crunching down into the worn leather of the handle to keep it secure as he lifted his head back up.

     That was the easy bit. 

     Cody hesitated, fighting that last piece of him that demanded he drop the flogger and grab the key still sitting there on the bench and make a dash for the door. But he remembered Randy, remembered that haunted look in his eyes and the tears on his cheeks and he couldn't bear a repeat of his husband's torment.

     So he crawled over to Gunther.

     'Braver hund,' his master smiled triumphantly, putting out his palm for Cody to drop the flogger in. He was rewarded with a gentle ruffle of his master's hand through his hair, trembling at the touch. Discovering that he hated Gunther's tenderness far more than he hated his brutality.

     'Now,' Gunther leered, stroking his hand all the way down Cody's bare back until it hit the waistband of his wrestling tights. Cody suppressed a gasp when the strange fingers slid right in. 'Let's see if you're ready for breeding.'

     Randy broke his promise. He was waiting for him.

     Cody jumped when he opened the door to his tour bus and found his husband there on the steps, on the brink of sleep. As soon as he saw Cody though, he jumped back to life and grabbed him up in a bruising hug.

     'Cody! Are you-? Did he hurt you? Talk to me.'

     But what could he say? How could he begin to explain?

     'I feel dirty,' he said at last.

     Randy understood. 'Let's run you a shower.'

     His husband took great care with him, letting Cody strip himself then helped him into the small shower unit on the bus, turning the water up good and hot. Cody didn't have enough energy in him to stand, instead sitting on the floor with his knees bunched up to his chest, his arms wrapped around them protectively while Randy gently scrubbed away the filth of Gunther's winner's room with soap and a sponge. He asked no questions, knew better than that. Knew better than anyone.

     Even now, Cody could see that trauma in his husband's grey-blue eyes and wondered if he now looked that way too. Now that he had endured the same torture. But he had only received it once, Randy had lost to that monster twice in a matter of mere months.

     Cody reached out and grabbed his husband tightly by the wrist. Randy gave a start and stared wide-eyed at his lover who used his other hand to cup the Viper's bristly cheek. 

     'He told you you were weak,' Cody said, his voice steady as a rock in stormy waters, bashed and buffeted yet standing firm. 'You're not, Randy. Don't believe him. You are the strongest man I know.'

     The Viper's jaw fell slack, hanging open as words tried and failed to come out. His brow furrowed and his eyes blinked, each time manifesting more spots of light which blurred out the grey-blue. He gave a wobbly nod and tried to look away.

     But Cody grabbed his chin with both hands and lifted his head back up proudly. Pulling him in under the hot spray, he brought their lips together and kissed him passionately. And when the kiss was over, he rested his forehead against Randy's, drinking in the warmth and love from his husband, filling his empty soul back up to the brim again.

     'We both are,' he said. 'We're both stronger. Together.'

[supercap2319]

"Hey, Buck? I don't know if you know this, but Y/N has a crush on you." Steve says.

They were out back on the balcony of the tower with a radio and some beers as Bucky almost choked on his alcohol. He looks at Steve with wide eyes. "Excuse me, Punk? What did you just say?"

Steve smiled lightly and chuckled. "I said, Y/N has a crush on you. I mean, haven't you seen it?"

Bucky shook his head. "I haven't. What makes you think that?"

"Bucky. The kid follows you around like a puppy dog. He always wants to help you in whatever you're doing."

Bucky thought about it. Y/N had been spending a lot of time with him. Like the other day, he wanted to help Bucky repair his broken motorcycle. Or how about when he wanted to be his sparring partner for practice. Or when he went to the grocery store with him to get plums and peaches. Bucky just figured that Y/N was trying to be a nice guy; he never expected him to be sweet on him.

He blushed slightly. "Shut up, Punk." He took another sip of his beer.

Steve chuckles. "You should ask him out. He likes movies."

[randomgurl2326]

Andromeda and Perseus: Destined

Chapter 1: Platform 9 3/4

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Welcome back to Andromeda and Perseus: Destined, I am so ready to continue this crazy journey. This story will of course have lots of angst, smut, and fluffiness. Thank you guys for reading this story and trusting me💚💜

September 1st, 1991 Y/N and Mattheo’s Room, Malfoy Manor

Years passed, and things had changed for the Core Four. Each had grown and gotten their own personality; Mattheo was the fight starter (they found this out when one day the four were wandering around Diagon Alley and some kid a year younger than them pushed Mattheo. He wasn’t having it. Mattheo was also eight at the time), Draco was the dramatic one (his flair for unneeded fashion and over-the-top monologues and complaints explained that for itself), Theo turned into a shyer, studious boy only really talking much with his close friends (this only happened when his mother had died a year after the Infamous Day of Tag), and Y/N… well Y/N was stuck between fear of her father returning and acting like the perfect pure-blooded princess and turning to what the muggles called ‘punk’. So, as to say, much had changed.

Recently, the Core Four received their Hogwarts letters. Speaking of which, the twins were currently–excitedly–packing their trunks. The sounds of hushed whispers and the click-clacks of their trunks being filled to the brim with personal items and closed filled the otherwise quiet room.

The twins' room was humongous, each half of the room was completely different. Mattheo’s side was stuffed with Quidditch posters of whatever team he had deemed acceptable enough of his attention this season, a window next to his messy bed, and a half-empty walk-in closet that usually held his broom and his multitudes of fancy robes that Draco had convinced him were fashionable.

Y/N’s half of the room on the other hand was tidy to an extreme extent. Her walls were covered in posters for The Weird Sisters, The Cauldron Stirrers, and (her personal favorite, though muggle-linked) Mötley Crüe. Y/N had more memorabilia than Mattheo did, her desk and nightstand riddled (ha! See what I did there? No? Okay…) with enchanted polaroids she took with Theodore, Mattheo, and Draco (mostly with Theo). Her bed–unlike Mattheo’s–was neat and made, she also had drapes over her bed.

“Y/N/N, I swear if you don’t stop going on about how History of Magic or Ancient Runes is gonna be the most fun at Hogwarts, I will Avada myself,” the voice of little Mattheo Riddle clearly agitated at his sister’s ramblings.

“Mattheo, you clearly don’t understand the-” the younger Riddle’s voice is cut off as Draco comes barreling inside with his bursting trunk, and bleached blond hair.

“What does Matty not understand? Other than the obvious of course,” with his words he gets yells of protest from the older twin and a pillow to the face. “Just telling the facts!”

Y/N laughs at the two boys antics, “My nimrod of a brother simply cannot comprehend the sophisticality of what Hogwarts has to offer.” 

Mattheo mimics her words wordlessly and groans closing his trunk. Draco decides to speak up, “No surprises there, he couldn’t tell the difference between a werewolf and a puppy.” Again, a pillow is thrown at the blond’s face. “Again, facts… Anyways, I thought your,” Draco points to Y/N, “favorite part of leaving for Hogwarts would be seeing your best friend again.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, “Obviously, but the academic parts of Hogwarts can’t be ignored. Over the summer, I’ve been reading Hogwarts, A Hist-” Mattheo interrupts his little sister, rolling his eyes, “We know, you haven’t put the bloody thing down.”

The Riddle girl glares at her brother, “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted: I’ve been reading Hogwarts, A History, and it says that the enchanted paintings inside of Hogwarts have receptive and cognitive memories, meaning they remember everything from any previous year they’ve been hung and enchanted inside of the castle. And the ghosts have stories of the time even before the infamous Wizarding-Muggle War of 1408. They’ll have so much to tell from what they’ve seen.” Y/N’s eyes lit up as she talked so passionately about what she’s learned over the past summer. She was especially excited to tell a certain Italian boy what she had read.

Draco and Malfoy give each other a look at what the girl had been going on about. Out of the two boys, the latter decides to pipe up first, “Oh, yes, so very riveting. I’m sure Rita Skeeter will love to-”

“Children! Time to go,” the saccharine voice of Narcissa Malfoy calls to the children. The three eleven-year-olds beem to eachother and pick up their trunks to run down the stairs. 

As they race to the landing they come face-to-face with the motherly face of Mrs. Malfoy, and the emotionless face of Mr. Malfoy. Narcissa walks towards the children and leads them with her arms across their backs. “We’ll be apparating to the platform, darlings. Have you three got everything?” The three children nod excitedly.

Lucius’–the long-haired vulture–voice rings out, “Very well then. Let’s get going, can’t be seen when the filthy mudbloods start to show.” At this, Narcissa gave her husband a disapproving look at his choice of words.

“Everyone hold each other's hands, come now,” at her motherly voice, everyone comes together to attach to the patriarch to apparate, whether begrudgingly or not.

September 1st, 1991 Platform 9 ¾

The children all gasped at the look of the red and black train, all three in awe. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy let go of the children and turned to them. “I want you three to have the best first year at Hogwarts, you hear me,” a rare smile graced Narcissa’s face as she addressed the children, “make sure not to get into too much trouble, and take care of each other no matter where you are or who you’re with. I need you three to stay true.” Narcissa kneels down to give all three of them a much-needed hug, all accepting the form of affection.

The four of them pull away, “Do you promise me, my darling?”

“Yes, mother.”

“Of course, Cissy.”

“You know it.”

The chorus of the three children almost made the tears lining Cissa’s eyes almost threatened to spill over, “Good.” She turned to her husband and whispered, “Say goodbye to the children, Lucius.”

Lucius grunted and addressed the children, “Yes, well, enjoy the year children. Be on your best behavior.” At the words, Draco hugged his father’s legs unexpectedly. Lucius moved backward at the sudden feeling and patted his son’s back and for a split second affection seemed to come across his face. This time it was Draco’s turn to speak, “I’ll miss you, Father.” The older blond gently moved his son off of him and faintly smiled at him, “I… I’ll miss you as well, Draco.”

Draco smiled and stepped back to the smiling twins. “Well, my darlings, I guess this is goodbye for now.”

Y/N and Mattheo smile, “We’ll see you again in the summer, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, Y/N/N and Theodore will keep us in check,” Mattheo’s words followed with a mischievous smirk and nudged his sister, “Isn’t that right, Y/N/N.”

Y/N scoffs at her brother’s words, “I just hope you and Draco won’t need to be kept in check. Maybe with Harry Potter in our year it’ll give you some incentive to do so.” At her words, the infamous Riddle smirk comes through.

“Right, you are, dear Y/N/N. Now, off you go. You must be so excited, I know I was,” the motherly Malfoy chuckles and prompts the children, “Go on and have fun, be safe!”

“Farewell, children. We will see you again at Christmas,” with the words of the long-haired Malfoy, he and Narcissa apparated back to Malfoy Manor.

“Alright, cousins, let’s go find a nice spot on the train,” with Draco’s beckoning the twins followed. All three turned, following Draco to get on the train. Once inside, they start walking through the overflowing paths through the train car. Amidst the crowd of students on the train, a mop of brown curls stands out to the younger Riddle twin,

“Teddy!”

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Yes! The second (technically first) chapter of Andromeda and Perseus: Destined is up! I'm so hyped!

Also, I'm sorry that I got this out a little late, I know I said I would be updating every Sunday, but my Tumblr drafts on mobile stopped working so that was really shitty. But, I did get it out nonetheless, so I call that a win. Also, I had robotics comp yesterday and we fucked up majorly, especially in software (which is what I am), and I was pretty pissed about that.

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[innytoes]

"Sure I'm a little stupid, but that's like 80% of my charm!" Is such a Reggie line

Everyone knew that Reggie was a huge flirt. It was fun! There were a lot of cool and pretty people in the world, and he enjoyed letting them know that. He gave fans T-shirts 'size beautiful', he complimented cool haircuts, he made people at parties giggle with his cheesy pick-up lines.

It never really went anywhere, of course. Sure, sometimes the handsome barista would give him extra whipped cream, or they'd get some new follows on social media for the band, or he'd make out with a cute girl for half an hour before they never saw one another again.

But that did mean he was the only single person in their group. Alex and Willie had the most romcom meet-cute ever, literally crashing into one another. Luke and Julie were basically soulmates, anyone could see that. Hell, even Flynn and Carrie finally figured themselves out, going from friends to enemies to lovers.

And then there was Reggie. Goofy, flirty, fun Reggie, who was great for a one night stand but not much more, apparently. He tried to let his friends set him up. (Kayla was great but came out as a lesbian the following week, which was... something.) He tried the apps, even the shady kinky one. He tried going to cool events, concerts, nerdy meet ups. Nothing stuck. Or should he say, nobody stuck around.

He tried not to let it get him down, but after the umpteenth time of getting ghosted, he was wallowing on Alex and Willie's couch, feeling sorry for himself.

"I mean, I'm not hideous or anything!" he ranted, playing with one of the dozens of fidget toys Willie had lying around. "Sure I'm a little stupid, but that's like 80% of my charm!"

"Plenty of people in LA who are himbosexual," Willie nodded sagely, as if he wasn't one of them.

"I just don't know what I'm doing wrong. That girl from the club we played last week, she seemed to really like me. She even asked what I played as in my current D&D campaign. And then knew what I meant!" he whined, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. "A pretty D&D playing punk rock girl gave me her number and then didn't respond to any of my four texts. Not even the puppy gif! And if I send any more I'm a creep!"

"Oh for..." Alex said, annoyed. "Do you think maybe she hasn't texted back because the second you even thought Julie said your name you turned to her like a lovesick puppy?"

"Alex," Willie warned.

"Or maybe because you talk about Luke and Julie like they hung the moon, the stars, and invented pizza?"

"I don't... I talk about the whole band," Reggie said, even as he thought back. Okay, maybe he had mentioned Luke and Julie more often, but only because they wrote the songs. And yeah, when Julie said his name, of course he checked in with them. Maybe it was time to go.

And yeah, maybe he thought Julie was the prettiest girl in the entire universe, but she was dating Luke. (The hottest dude in the entire universe.) They were happy together, so Reggie tried to be happy for them. He just needed to find someone that made him that happy, too.

Right?

"Reggie," Alex said, grabbing his hand. He looked serious. "The reason you can't keep a date is because you're totally in love with Luke and Julie. And they look at you the same way."

"What?" he stared at Alex. "Like, for real?"

"Yes!" Alex said, looking a little fed up, but mostly very soft. Because he cared about Reggie. Even if he was like 80% a himbo.

He thought back to all the times Luke and Julie had invited him along with them on dates, on how they always plopped next to him (or even better, on either side of him) for movie nights. How they never passed up an opportunity to share a mic with him, giving him a head nod to come over, or holding it out to him.

How every time they sang together, sparks flew.

"Oh. Oh!"

"Finally," Alex groaned.

"Wait, why did you try to stop him?" Reggie asked Willie, betrayed.

"I had five bucks riding on you figuring it out yourself," Willie said, unrepentant.

"I'll make it up to you," Alex said, rolling his eyes. To Reggie, he said: "Now get off my couch and go get 'em, tiger."

[dira333]

Little Flame - Tendou Satori x Reader

from my Haikyuu Request Game - requested by M.

She fits on his lap just a little too well, her small head raised by his right arm, her hair the same color as his.

“Satori.” You whisper and motion to your daughter, “Give her to me. It’s time for bed.”

He gives you his best puppy eyes.

“Just five more minutes.” He pleads, his other hand carding through her hair before softly tapping her nose. “It’s so cozy right now.”

You huff and play along, knowing just how much he suffers each day when he has to get to work and you stay at home with her.

“That doesn’t mean you have to leave.” He calls out softly when you move away again. “Come cuddle with us.”

You snuggle up to him at that, content to find warmth and comfort at his side, his left arm now curled around you.

“Her hair is so bright.” He sighs and looks down at the tuft of red, “Like a little flame.”

-

She fits on his lap just a little too well, bright orange carrot puree spread over her face. 

“No, no.” She refuses yet another spoon, instead pleading for chocolate.

Satori looks like he’s ready to give in but you remain steadfast.

“Just one more spoon,” you bargain with her, “Look, Papa likes it too.” You raise the spoon to Satori’s lips and watch him go cross-eyed in a faux attempt to refuse it.

Your daughter giggles and Satori takes the spoon in his mouth, making exaggerated noises as he swallows.

“One more spoon?” You ask your daughter and she nods, opening her mouth wide.

“Ah, that’s my little flame.” Satori celebrates her, raising her little arms above her head in celebration.

-

She fits on his lap just a little too well, babbling about a story that seems to be awfully interesting, even though she’s barely able to form coherent words.

Satori is eyeing them with a mix of jealousy and a broken heart.

“Why would she do that to me?” He sniffs, pressing his face into your neck in his usual dramatics. 

“Wakatoshi isn’t around as often as you. Let her have it, okay?”

“What if she wants to marry him when she’s older? The betrayal, oh, the betrayal!”

You laugh, even as you sway under the weight he’s putting on your shoulders as he drapes himself over you.

“I don’t think you have to worry about that. Firstly she’s a Daddy’s girl through and through and secondly, Wakatoshi is already married.”

“Yeah.” Satori breathes into your neck, tickling your sides as he talks. “This is my little flame we’re talking about. He can get his own.”

-

She fits on his lap just a little too well, curled into herself, arms dug into his shirt, unwilling to let go.

“Flamey,” he coos, “My little baby flame. Don’t be sad. Today’s a happy day.”

“I don’t want a brother.” She sniffs. “Brother’s are annoying. Suzumi told me all about it.”

“Ah,” Satori nods like he knows, even though he’s never had siblings, unlike you. “But you know, that’s Suzumi’s brother. Yours will be much different. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because he has you as a sister. He can’t be awful with you as a sister, can he?”

“I guess.” 

“Now,” his left hand is in her hair, her usual braids fallen apart long ago, and he rubs her back with his other hand, always there to soothe her how she needs it, “Are you ready to meet your little brother? He’s waiting to meet you.”

Hesitantly she lets him lead her over to your bed, where her brother waits in your arms, face scrunched up and red, fists raised as if he’s ready to fight. On top of all this, is the signature red tuft of hair, making him look like a tiny, red-faced punk.

“He looks like his head is burning.” Your daughter mumbles and softly pats his hair.

“Hmm,” Satori looks down fondly, “You looked a lot like that when you were born. That’s why you’re my little flame.”

“But he’s even smaller than me, right? Like, a smaller flame?” 

“What’s smaller than a little flame?” Satori asks, his eyes now on you, counting on you to have all the answers.

“A spark.” You say and, as if on cue, the smallest member of your family sneezes.

A giggle, the first one of the day, escapes your daughter and she leans forward to press a kiss to her brother's temple.

“Hi, little spark.”

-

She still fits on his lap, even after all those growth spurts she’s gone through.

Even now, with her mouth in a thin line and dried tears coating her cheeks, you know she’d rather curl into herself than be too tall, too big for her fathers lap.

And you know, without a doubt, that Satori would rather put on a hundred pounds before having a lap not big enough to fit his daughter.

“A-a-and then he said I was u-ugly.” She’s pressing her face into his shirt, leaving imprints of tears and snot behind, but neither of you cares. 

“Oh, my baby.” Your hand’s rubbing her back soothingly and Satori’s hand is in her hair and you don’t know who’s hurting more over this, your daughter or your husband, who’s had to go through the same thing in his own childhood.

“When I was your age,” he says and you look up at him, love in your eyes and more in your heart, “The same things happened to me.”

You listen to him talk, listen to the stories you’ve heard before, again and again, because even twenty, thirty years later, some things still hurt, some cuts still need kisses.

“But you’re not a monster.” She says when he’s finished.

“And you’re not ugly.” He tells her, his finger tapping her nose. “You’re my little flame.”

“Yeah!” A little booming voice sounds from beneath you, her brother eager to help. “He’s just an idiot!”

-

She fits on his lap.

And you know your husband. You know how vulnerable his heart is when it comes to his daughter.

His daughter, his little flame, who’s now sitting on another man’s lap, her boyfriend.

“I’m not sure about him,” Satori whispers in your ear in the kitchen, pretending to be busy with the desert. You have one eye on him and the other one on your son, running rampant through the house, too much energy in his body.

“You’re jealous, honey. That’s different. He’s treating her well, you know that.”

“Hmpf.” He throws another look into the living room. 

“But she’s my little flame.” He whines, his voice low enough that only you can hear.

“I know.” You whisper back softly, pressing your hand on his chest over his beating heart. “But you have to let her grow up.”

He looks at you and you can see all the love and insecurity in his eyes, all the feelings of a heart that still bleeds even after it’s scabbed over so many times.

“I love you.” You tell him and he nods, choking on his words. He puts his hand over yours and squeezes it. 

“I love you too, mon feu.”

My Kofi if you want to tip me