#I need to make more asks of em together ❤️

[mikeytea]

YALL LOOKIE LOOKIE ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Ai , Sota , Alex and Haru ask because yes:

Can I have a hug from all of you guys? You all are my favorite goobers and it would make me happy :]

Lineart: Caro ; Colours: Mikey :3

[wolvietxt]

I just read some of your Logan fics 🫠🤭🤤 absolutely in LOVE! i had to follow and request 😭 could you maybe do the age gap prompt with Logan “you’re more than enough for me.” ? You don’t have to but oh my god I am in love with ur work ❤️

YOU weren’t usually one to let comments get under your skin, but tonight was different. it started as a passing remark during the group’s card game, someone laughingly pointing out the age gap between you and logan.

“didn’t know logan liked ‘em fresh outta college,” they teased, nudging him with an elbow.

logan shot them a glare sharp enough to silence a room, but the damage was done. you forced a laugh, brushing it off like it was nothing, even though your stomach churned with unease.

as the night went on, the comment replayed in your mind, growing louder with each repetition. sure, you were younger, but it wasn’t like you didn’t know what you wanted. still, the words planted seeds of doubt - maybe they were right. maybe logan deserved someone more experienced, someone who matched his gruff confidence in a way you sometimes felt you couldn’t.

logan seemed to notice your shift, his sharp eyes narrowing when you grew quieter, your laughter a little more forced. eventually, he leaned close, his voice low. “hey. you good?”

“yeah, just tired,” you said quickly, plastering on a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

he didn’t buy it. you could tell by the way his jaw tightened and the way he didn’t take his eyes off you for the rest of the night. finally, when there was a lull in conversation, he stood and nodded toward the hallway. “c’mon. need a word.”

you followed him, your heart racing as he led you to the quiet of the hallway. he stopped and turned to face you, his hands on his hips, his gaze piercing.

“what’s goin’ on?” he asked, his tone softer now, his brows drawing together in concern.

“nothing,” you lied, crossing your arms defensively. “i told you, i’m just tired.”

logan let out a soft huff, stepping closer until he was in your space. “don’t pull that with me,” he murmured, his hands coming up to cup your face gently. “you’ve been off ever since that crack about your age. talk to me.”

his touch was grounding, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks. you sighed, your shoulders slumping. “it’s stupid,” you muttered. “it just… it made me feel like maybe you could do better. like maybe they’re right and i’m too young, or - or not enough for you.”

logan’s expression darkened - not in anger, but in something deeper, more protective. his thumbs stilled against your skin, his grip firm but tender as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “don’t you ever think that,” he said, his tone heavy with conviction. “you’re more than enough for me, darlin’. never doubt that.”

your breath hitched at the intensity in his gaze, his words wrapping around the insecurities gnawing at you and crushing them under their weight. “logan…” you started, but he cut you off, his forehead resting against yours.

“listen to me,” he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. “i don’t give a damn what anyone says. you’re all i want, and i’d go through hell and back to make sure you know that.”

a lump formed in your throat, your heart swelling as his words sunk in. you reached up, your hands covering his where they cradled your face. “thank you,” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly.

logan’s lips quirked into a faint smile, his fingers tilting your chin up as he kissed you. it was slow and deliberate, a kiss that spoke of reassurance and devotion, his lips moving against yours with a gentleness that made your chest ache.

when he pulled back, he kept you close, his hands still framing your face. “next time someone runs their mouth, let me deal with ‘em,” he said, his voice lightening with a touch of his usual gruff humor. “they’ll think twice after that.”

you laughed softly, the knot of doubt inside you unraveling completely. “i’ll hold you to that.”

“damn right, you will,” he said, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before tugging you into his arms.

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taglist form linked in pinned post :3

[kissracing]

Everyone’s favorite, carlos sainz jr,

summary. various instagram posts from the goddess, beautiful, multi-talented, writer, yn ln &&. her husband carlos sainz jr.

featuring. carlos sainz jr x fem!poc!reader (faceclaim, orion carloto)

this fic includes the following. . . yn &&. carlos are married, google-translated spanish, read the end for more info!!

yourusername • instagram

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yourusername Love life 🖼️🍒💍

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carlossainz55 📌 Cielo mío ❤️

⤷ yourusername Mi viejo 🤍

⤷ carlossainz55 VIEJO? Oh please 🙄😐 I’m 3 years older than you.

user MY PARENTSSSS

user mama y papa

landonorris Who took that photo of you two at the gallery..???

⤷ yourusername … No comment

⤷ landonorris It was the camera timer huh

⤷ yourusername Blocked.

user they’re so aesthetically pleasing

user WHERE ARE THE RINGS FROMMM

⤷ yourusername The clock & flower looking one are from a thrift store in spain! The other ones are from my wonderful in-laws 🫶🏼🤍

⤷ user AHHH you actually replied HEHE

user they compliment each other so well oh em gee

user the day they got married, lives were changed fr

user the beautiful, gorgeous, multi-talented, yn ln-sainz 😍😍 and carlos ig

alexandrasaintmleux The prettiest 💞💐 We must go to a gallery together!!

⤷ yourusername Says you??? 🤨😭🤍 And yes we must haha!

yourusername • instagram

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yourusername It’s a work in progress :) ☕️

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user 📌 one thing yn will do.. is make sure her feed matches LOL

⤷ user SHE PINNED MY COMMENT ARHEHEHD

carlossainz55 📌 Mi bella esposa 🫶🏼🌷

⤷ yourusername Mi guapo marido 🫶🏼💐

user SHES WRITING CHAT. WE’RE GETTING A NEW BOOK

user the brown aesthetic >>>

user your handwriting is so gorgeous im so sick

user carlosyn supremacy

landonorris Oh so no photo credits 🤨⁉️

⤷ user LANDO YOU WENT WITH THEM??

⤷ landonorris YES and it was the worst “hangout” of my life 😒 They were just on each other.. so gross. They have no compassion for single people

⤷ carlossainz55 ?? You tagged along after seeing us in the coffee shop, That’s your fault cabrón 😂

⤷ yourusername Plus, we paid for your food and shoes that you wanted !!

⤷ landonorris SHUSHH THEY WERENT SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAAT

⤷ yourusername … Okay 😭?

user lando’s their son fr

user MOTHER

alexandrasaintmleux Who’s the gorgeous girl in the first slide 💘

⤷ yourusername Love you Alexx 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼

text messages • yn &&. carlos

yourusername • instagram

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yourusername Welcome my favorite addition to the Ln-Sainz family!! Milo Ln-Sainz. 💘🥺💌 Thank you Carlito

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carlossainz55 📌 As long as you’re happy, I’m happy Mi Corazon

⤷ yourusername Oh how did I get so lucky 🥹

⤷ carlossainz55 I ask myself that everyday ❤️

⤷ user CON😭GRA😭TU😭LA😭TIONS😭

user GREY CARR

alex_albon All I’m hearing is… PLAYDATE!! 🗣️

⤷ maxverstappen1 NO I MEANT TO CALL DIBS FIRST!!

⤷ yourusername Gentlemen, no need to fight!! We’ll all have a playdate together 🥺🤍

user OH MY GODDD MY SHAYLA 🥹🥹🥹

user he’s so eepy oh my god 😭😭😭🤏🏽

⤷ yourusername Best napping partner 🥹

user please tell me yall are gonna make an instagram for him

maxverstappen1 Jimmy, Sassy and Donatello are extremely excited to meet their new friend Milo 🙂‍↕️

⤷ alex_albon Stan, Blue bear, Gigi, Hippo, Tiger, Duckie, Goosie, Frooky, MooMoo, Looky, Sasha, and Gucci are ALSO extremely excited to meet Milo 🙃!

⤷ maxverstappen1 Did you really name all of your cats to prove a point?

⤷ alex_albon …Yes

user max and alex fighting over milo is the best thing LMAO

user He’s so cute 🙁🙁

carlossainz55 • instagram

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carlossainz55 Escapada con Mi esposa 🩷

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yourusername 📌 Best trip ever 🤍 Thank you Mi marido

⤷ carlossainz55 You’re welcome cariño 🩷

user MY SHAYLA 😖😖😫😫

user THE SECOND SLIDEEE

user She’s everything.. and he’s ken

⤷ carlossainz55 Exactly

user literally how is she so perfect

user pinterest girlies finna go CRAZY

⤷ pinterest Can confirm, We’re going crazy!

user God.. it’s me again 😫

user SHES SO GORGEOUSS

user YALL LOOKIN FOR A THIRD

⤷ carlossainz55 Nope!

alexandrasaintmleux Bring her back! We (Milo, and I) miss her!!

⤷ lilymhe Count me too, quit holding her hostage Sainz!!

⤷ carlossainz55 Did I hear “extend our vacation to another week?” I mean if you say so!

⤷ lilymhe YNNN ＠yourusername

⤷ yourusername Ooh sorry Alex and Lils.. I’ll take that extended vacation.. Love you guys tho!! Kiss Milo for me!!

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux Carlos Sainz Jr, you will pay.

⤷ lilymhe I’ll see you in williams Sainz Jr.

user the first photo 😩>>

user I WANT THIS KIND OF LOVE PLEASEE

yourusername I love you Carlito 💘

⤷ carlossainz55 I love you so much more hermosa 💐💝

amera speaks. 2ND FIC!! and first fic for the new year!! yippee :D. i really didn’t know wtf to title this LMAO. i searched the web a little bit to figure out what orion’s ethnicity is. i know she said that she’s half hondurian from her mothers side which would make her latina(?). i also read that she’s half italian & portuguese. i only say this because i have “poc!reader” and i just wanna make sure that orion herself is a poc. let me know if i should change it!! i wanna be accurate as possible <3. okay BYE!

[zepskies]

UNRAVEL ME - Part 4

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Afro-Latina!Reader

Summary: In the wake of Vought Tower finally falling, you find yourself crossing paths with Soldier Boy. Rogue, weakened, dangerous, and hunted, he needs a place to hide. You’re not about to offer up your own home to shelter a supe wanted by Homelander and the CIA…but he’s also not going to let you refuse.

AN: Here we go! Another big step in their adventure...

Song Inspo: “Mi Muchachita” by Luis Segura (English lyrics)

Word Count: 8.8K

Tags/Warnings: Fake dating (lol), meet the family, some old-school machismo, Dominican food, bachata, “North Cuba” (Miami), angst, rom-com vibes

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❤️ YouTube Playlist || Spotify Playlist

Part 4: Food & Family

After driving through the loops of highway along I-95, Ben grows frustrated at the thirty or so signs of exits that lead to different parts of the city. One wrong turn, and it could send you miles away from where you were—even over the bridge to Miami Beach.

You consult the GPS on your iPad, since your new “burner” phone is just an old-style flip phone. 

You’re able to point him where to go to get to the airport. He finally takes the right exit, but he pulls off the highway split, off the main road, and heads into the alley of a side street.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

He doesn’t answer you, just pulls to a stop and shifts the car into park.

“It’s been fun, sweetheart, but I think it’s time we part ways here. I’ve got a couple errands to run before I get the fuck out of here,” he says.

You consider him shrewdly. “Errands? What the hell do you mean? How’re you gonna even get a plane ticket? You don’t have any money…”

And it dawns on you. You suck in a breath, then you glare at him.

“What’re you going to do, Ben?”

“That’s my fucking business, all right?”

“What’re you gonna do, knock over a bank? Kill a few people on your way out?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to, sweetheart,” he says. He looks at the darkening alley ahead rather than at you. He’s keeping an eye out for anyone that might spot you two in the car, until you lean over and lay a hand on his forearm.

“Ben,” you say. “Look, I’ll pay for your ticket.”

His brows crunch together. “I don’t want your fucking money, all right?”

You hesitate. Now that’s a first. But you still take your hand back to start digging into your purse for your wallet. He reaches out and stops you with a big, warm hand over yours. Firm.

“You hear what I fucking said?” he snaps.

You just sigh. “Ben, breaking into a bank—”

“Doesn’t have to be a fucking bank.”

“All right, a store! Either way, that might raise a few alarms, don’t you think?”

“I’ll figure it out,” Ben says. His gaze cuts away from you and toward the city behind you both.

Suddenly, it hits you. This is it. No more of this asshole being a human crater exploding into your life. 

But it’s also kind of hard to imagine him getting on that plane alone, fucking off to obscurity again. You bite your lip while considering him. It feels like a waste.

“What if…what if you stay and fight?” you say. “Fight off Homelander. Expose him for the piece of shit he is.”

Ben’s steely expression just hardens further. “I’m done talking about that frosted hole. Whatever formula they mixed him with in that fucking lab, it didn’t come out of my ball sack.” 

You roll your eyes. God, he’s so gross. “Ben. For God’s sake. Don’t deflect—”

“You do realize I have the FBI, the CIA, and the whole rest of the alphabet soup on my ass, right?” he says. Finally, he looks at you. “They don’t want me here. They didn’t even try to find me when the fucking Commies… So no. Fuck ‘em. I’ll make new somewhere else.”

It’s truly incredible, considering how damn angry you were at him yesterday. Angry and afraid.

Now, you begin to feel a twinge of…concern. Yes, he’s arrogant and vulgar, selfish, and more than a bit of a dick at times. He’s killed people, whether on accident or on purpose, even if it was partially for your sake. But after last night, getting just a glimpse of what he went through, you wonder if he really deserves to be run out of the country. 

I may regret this, but…

“Listen,” you begin. “It’s getting late. Do you want to have dinner with me and my family? You’ll get some good food, one more night States’ side.”

Ben looks just as surprised by your offer as you are to suggest it. His lips begin to quirk upward, albeit incredulously.

“You offering to be my tour guide?” he asks.

You give him a knowing look. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. It’s just dinner. Nothing else.”

You raise a finger, gesturing at him to hold on a second, and you grab your phone to call your mom first. She’s easier to talk to than your father, who would probably bombard you with questions about the trip and why it was taking you so long to get home.

“Hello?” your mom answers.

“Hey, it’s me,” you reply.

“Why are you calling from this weird number? Did something happen to your phone? Is that why you haven’t been answering our calls?”

“Yeah, sorry, I lost my phone and had to get a replacement,” you lie on the fly. You’ve had to get good at it over the past week. “I made it to Miami though. I’m almost home.”

“Oh, that’s great! Meet at Mamá’s house though. We’re making dinner right now,” she says.

You smile. Looks like Ben is going to get to meet your grandma too. “Really? Oh, okay. We’ll meet you there then.”

“We? Who’s we?”

“Oh, I’m uh…bringing a friend,” you say, though your face begins to heat in a blush at the way Ben smirks at you.

“A friend, huh?” your mom asks, in a suspicious tone.

“Yeah, okay see you soon!” You hang up the phone before she can ask you any more questions. Sometimes she can be as bad as your dad. You shift your attention to Ben.

“Okay, let’s switch seats. I think it’ll be easier if I drive,” you say.

He raises a skeptical brow at you. “Where are we going?”

You offer him a smile. “Oh, just wait. You’re in for a good time.”

Homelander’s angry strides are heavy and unmistakable. Vought employees veer out of his way and give him a wide berth, keeping their heads down all the while. His heated steps bring him to the Surveillance team, where The Deep has been at the helm for the past couple of months.

And what the fuck does he have to show for it? He’s sipping a soda while flirting with one of the glorified interns trying to sort through the classified files on her screen. Deep perks up when he notices Homelander barging into the room.

“Oh! Hey, sir—”

“Where the fuck is my son?” Homelander snaps.

Ever since the incident last week, Ryan has been ducking out of his room more than usual. Despite him choosing the right side, Homelander’s side, Ryan hasn’t been working with the production team on his superhero image.

Nothing useful has come in about Soldier Boy, and now Butcher has disappeared from their sight as well. Though that one doesn’t matter so much. Homelander will be happy to see that bastard die of the cancer already eating his brain. There’s probably nothing Homelander could do that would be more fucking hilarious than that.

“Uhh, not sure, sir. But we do have something new on the Soldier Boy front,” Deep says. He cues a finger at the girl, Ashley or Annika or whatever the fuck her name is.

She presses a play button on her computer screen, and Homelander bends at the waist to scrutinize the footage. It captures an alleyway between the main building of Vought Tower and the garage.

“This is the day of the, um, the incident,” she adds.

Soldier Boy exits the building, stumbling out really. He eventually crosses paths with a young woman. To Homelander, she almost seems familiar.

Soldier Boy grabs her arm, says something to her that makes her eyes widen with fear, then drags her toward him so he can cover her mouth with his hand. They wait there against the wall for almost thirty seconds. Then, he pulls her into the garage with him.

“Who the fuck is that?” Homelander asks.

Allie chimes in. “Ah, she was a Vought employee, sir. She recently quit without prior notice.”

“See, we had Webweaver on this, but the police just found his body in Lake Marion, South Carolina,” Deep says. 

A slow smile spreads across Homelander’s face. “Fucking finally.”

“Uhh, what?” Deep says.

It’s a lead, Homelander thinks. A trail. One step closer to hunting down dear old Dad. 

Emphasis on fucking old.

Your grandmother lives south, west, and more west, almost right on the edge of the Everglades—a 1.5-million-acre wetlands protected by the state. When tourists and natives alike end up on the news for getting their limbs bit off by alligators or left half-dead by a cottonmouth snake, it’s usually because they were stupid enough to hike through the mangroves and jump into the swampy waters alone.

You pull up in front of your grandma’s house and park in the paved driveway. It’s a modest three-bedroom, Spanish-style home that your dad grew up in with his two brothers, your Uncle Felix and Uncle Luis. They re-painted the outer walls the color of a soft sunset in golden orange, the roof tiles a darker terracotta. A rod iron gate around the property meets at the front with a small arch Ben will later have to duck his head under.

You can already smell freshly cut grass as the sprinklers run in the front yard, but for the moment, you stay in the car to figure out the game plan.

“So,” Ben says, “what role am I playing for tonight, sweetheart? Your work friend, or your boyfriend? Both have their pros and cons, and potential benefits.”

His grin is far too cocksure not to irritate you on sight. You’re already regretting this lapse in your sanity that led you to try being nice to this asshole.

You also realize that you haven’t exactly thought this through. What if they recognize him from the news? 

…Well, your parents don’t like social media and your grandmother barely even knows how to text, let alone what Instagram is. 

“Let’s just play it by ear,” you say, resisting a sigh. “But for now…God, fine, you’re my boyfriend.”

“Okay,” he gamely nods. “How long’ve we been dating?”

“Long enough for me to bring you to see my parents, so let’s say a few months,” you say. Then, you grab his wrist. “Please, try to tone down the cursing and general pussy talk around my family. They’re Catholic and…conservative.”

Again, his lips twitch upward in a way you don’t really like.

“Sure,” he says, “I can turn on the charm.”

He turns his wrist under your grasp to bring your hand up to his lips. 

“Don’t worry,” he says. “I can be very convincing.” 

A warm blush spreads across your cheeks, prickling down your neck.

Shit. You’re already regretting this. 

After slipping your hand from his grasp so you can look yourself over in the little car mirror, you get out of the car first. Ben follows your lead and walks up to the front door with you. 

You look over at him with a more critical eye, humming to yourself. You try to fix his wrinkled shirt, straighten his collar. Ben watches you do it with an amused gleam in his eyes. 

“My mom is the queen of snap judgments,” you explain. “One damn smudge or wrinkle and she’s gonna think you don’t bathe.”

You lean up and sort your fingers through his hair a little, sweeping the strands away from his brow. You have to ignore the way he’s watching you. 

When you turn and knock on the door, Ben settles a hand on the small of your back. You shoot him a raised brow. He winks at you. You don’t have time to comment or even push his hand away, because that’s when the door opens.

You greet your dad with a wide smile to cover up your nerves. Out of anyone that could’ve opened the door, why did it have to be him? He kisses your cheek when you lean in to hug him, but he eyes the man beside you with a note of appraisal. 

“Who’s this?” he asks. 

“Dad, this is Ben,” you say, choking out the second bit, “my boyfriend.” 

“Sir,” Ben greets. He offers the man a firm handshake. 

“Victor,” your dad replies, though he shoots you a look. “You didn’t tell us you had a boyfriend.”

“Is that her?” your mom says. She comes out to greet you and Ben, taking in his tall, handsome form with a pleased scrutiny. “My goodness, this is your friend, huh?” She gives you a teasing wink. “I didn’t buy that one for a minute, but it has been a long time since you’ve brought a man home.”

Ben’s smile takes on an amused glint when he casts you some side-eye. 

“It’s kinda new,” you confess, trying to ignore the hot blush in your cheeks. Your mom is already having way too much fun with this, but she immediately levels up her own brand of Cuban Mom Charm, taking Ben into the house by his arm. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Ben. I’m Gloria. This is my husband Victor,” she says, gesturing at your dad, who stands stoically behind her. Ben gives him another nod, then hits your mom with a kind of suavecito that would put James Bond to shame. 

“Now I know who to thank for giving my girl her beautiful smile. We’ve got Miss Florida herself right here,” Ben flirts, squeezing her hand on his arm.

Gloria twitters a laugh, making you bite your lip against a snort. 

She leads him further into your grandmother’s house, while you and Victor follow behind. Ben takes note of all the pictures on the walls and housed in various frames on virtually every shelf and accent table: your parents’ wedding, your father and your uncles when they were young, and you at various ages—kindergarten through your high school graduation, followed by your college graduation. 

There are pictures of you with your parents, your ten first cousins and thirty second cousins, your aunts and uncles, and you with your grandmother—the woman who’s currently cooking up something that smells delicious in the kitchen. Garlic and onions and olive oil; the smells mingle together with the red and green bell peppers being sautéed in a pan with some kind of red sauce. 

Your grandma Sofia takes in Ben from head to toe with wide-eyed, blinking surprise, even a bit of wonder. She glances at you, at Ben’s hand once again resting on the small of your back. Slowly, she brightens.

“Ay, Diosito mio, who’s this handsome man in my house?” she says.

Ben smiles, but you step in before he can flirt with her too. 

“Mamá, this is Ben. Uh, my boyfriend,” you tell her while giving her a big, warm hug. You try to blink past the tears stinging your eyes. You’ve probably missed your grandma the most. 

She squeezes you tight, but she also smacks you on the ass. 

“Hey!” you protest, laughing in embarrassment.

“Oye, you couldn’t call to tell us you finally got another man?” she chides. “How long has this one being going on?”

“Um, a few months—”

The old woman gasps, as if you told her that her recorded episodes of Caso Cerrado, the Latino version of Judge Judy, had been erased. Taking another look at a highly amused Ben, she crosses herself and delivers a kiss to the heavens. 

“Ay, Padre Santísimo. Finally, a man who doesn’t dress como un niño malcreado—like Justin Bieber.”

Your mouth falls open in shock. Your mother snickers, while Ben chuckles deeply. He doesn’t know who the fuck Justin Bieber is, but he knows about at least one of the pussy man-boys you’ve dated in the past. He slides you a knowing smirk.

“No, ma’am. She’s got a real man now,” he adds.

You blow out a subtle breath, trying with all your might not to glare at him. You do shoot him a tight smile, a warning in your eyes.

But he just trails a strong hand across the small of your back. The sensation makes tingles travel down your spine. 

You bite your lip and return your attention to your mom, who grabs some cheese and salami for you and Ben to snack on. You sit with him at the kitchen island and help your grandmother peel potatoes for the meal. By now Victor has claimed his usual spot on the couch, no doubt to catch up on one of the ten new baseball games he always has recorded. If there’s one thing your dad is obsessed with, it’s baseball. 

Ben lingers with you though, casually resting a hand on the back of your chair while he leans back in his seat at the island. 

“What’s on the menu?” Ben asks. 

“Carne guisada, white rice, and tostones. Eh, fried plantains,” Sofia replies. “Have you ever had Dominican food before?”

“No, but it smells delicious.”

“Ay, mija, have you not been feeding him?” your grandma reproaches, to your long-suffering sigh. 

If she only fucking knew.

Your mom watches in amusement while taking over stirring the stew. Meanwhile, Sofia rounds the kitchen island so she can tug you down by your arm.

“What have I taught you, huh?” she whispers. “A man well-fed will stay in your bed.” 

Mortification burns hot in your cheeks. Your hand comes up to half cover your face. 

“Ay, Mamá,” you hiss. Inside, you’re dying a thousand deaths. 

You glance at Ben over your shoulder. He sips at his beer, but by the way he’s smirking, of fucking course he heard her. 

“You call her ‘mom’ too?” he asks.

“Yes, they all call me that because I am everyone’s mother here,” Sofia says. She wipes her hand free of parsley bits and pats Ben’s hand where it rests on the counter. “But you, young man, can call me Sofia.”

“Mamá!”

Ben eats dinner with gusto. Your grandmother is satisfied and pleased by how much he’s clearly enjoying the braised beef stew. She even loads him up with his third serving. You watch him in amusement, even though you shake your head.

He’s stuffing his face as if he’s never eaten real food before. Though you wonder when the last time he had a real home-cooked meal was…before you met him, that is.

Ben and Victor talk about baseball and the classic players they admire (with Ben having actually met a few of them). While the men are distracted with their conversation at the far end of the table, you have to endure your mother and grandmother’s grilling. 

Where is he from?

What does he do? 

How old is he? 

Spring weddings are just beautiful in Miami, you know. Your cousin Julissa had a spring wedding by the beach. Wasn’t it nice?

Needless to say, you should be winning an Oscar for your own improv performance tonight.  

“Where are you guys staying tonight?” Gloria asks.

Your grandma looks affronted. “Well, here of course.”

You laugh a bit nervously. “Actually, Ben can’t stay. He, um…he has a plane to catch in the morning, for a business trip.”

“Oh, what kind of business? You said he works at Vought too,” Gloria asks.

You nod, though you have to think quickly to come up with something plausible. You glance over at Ben, who briefly meets your gaze. The look in his eyes tells you that he’s caught the edges of your conversation and wants to know what you’ll say as well.

“Uh, Ben is in Vought’s Sales Division,” you say. “Sometimes they have him travel overseas.” 

“Oh, wow. Where are you going, Ben?” Gloria asks him.

“Buenos Aires,” Ben replies. ��Vought’s trying to develop another Voughtland down there. They’ve been trying for years, but the locals figure they’ve got enough entertainment, what with the tourist traps and the drug cartels and all. So they’ve brought me on to seal the deal. Think of me as a…well, as a closer. ‘S why they pay me the big bucks.” 

You resist the urge to shake your head, but you do squeeze his thigh in warning under the table. He gives you a smile and a raise of his brows. Eying him pointedly, you shift the conversation. 

“So he’s planning on staying at the airport tonight, since it’s such an early flight,” you say. 

Sofia shakes her head, as well as a finger in the air. 

“No, no. You are a guest in my home, so you will stay here tonight. I won’t take no for an answer,” she says. 

Ben gives you a self-satisfied smile, before he answers her.

“Well, who am I to say no?”

It seems strategic, the way your mom corners Ben in the kitchen to try and fish more information out of him. Meanwhile, your dad pulls you aside into the living room.

“So tell me. What’s going on with that job of yours?” he asks. His brows have that telltale furrow of concentrated Dad Worry. On Victor, it looks just shy of being angry.

You cross your arms, debating with yourself for a moment. You’ve been lying a lot tonight, but this is something you know you have to come clean about, even if you know it’s a victory for your father.

“I quit, okay,” you admit.

His shoulders loosen in relief. His gaze raises heavenward while his hands rest on his hips.

“Thank God,” he says. But then, he concentrates back on you. “This mean you’re finally moving back home?”

“I didn’t say that,” you snap. “I’m gonna stay here with Mamá for a little while until I figure out what I’m gonna do. But I’m going to find something in New York. I have time now. Maybe I can finally start my own graphic design business.”

For the past year that you hadn’t been able to find other work to leave Vought, you’d begun to spin the idea in your mind. You have friends in the Marketing department who could help you build a website, run some ads across socials. You know how to create your own content, do your own marketing, even reach out to potential clients. All you need at this point is some time and money. You have one, and you can use some of what you have in savings to invest in the idea—to build something of your own. Something honest.

Victor’s jaw clenches. He swipes a hand of frustration over his face, his gait shifting with the effort of keeping his anger contained in his mother’s house.

“Why do you always have to be so damn stubborn?” he grits out.

“Why’re you always trying to control my life?” you counter, just at hotly. “I’m not a little girl. I’ve been doing what I have to do on my own—”

“But that’s it. You don’t have to,” he says. “You wanna get blown up in one of those buildings? Or run through in the street by one of those fucking supes, like that girl two years ago? You’re smart, mija. Use that brain for something besides selfish little ideas that don’t go anywhere.”

Your mouth falls open, but nothing else escapes. Your heart is in your throat, a painful lump as tears cling to your lashes.

“You went to NYU because the schools here somehow weren’t good enough. Now you’re in debt,” he continues, raising his hand up to his brows. “Hasta los ojitos. ¿Verdad? You tried to make it in that city because you wanted to be an artist. And where did you end up? At a corrupt fucking company that worked you like a dog, and nearly got you buried under a pile of rubble like it was 9/11 all over again.”

His words cut into you like so many knives. A familiar well of acid had been churning in your stomach; now it reaches up into the base of your throat where you’re already choked by embarrassment, resentment, shame.

“Okay, dessert!” your mom calls from the kitchen, this time unaware of her husband. She brings out the large pan of flan she made last night and sets it on the table while Ben begrudgingly brings out the smaller plates and spoons. The smell of Café Bustelo reaches you as the cafetera begins to steam and boil on the stove. Sofia lifts the top of it and nods when she finds that the espresso is done percolating.

“Quién quiere café?” she asks.

Heaving a sigh through his nose, Victor raises a finger. Ben notices you, sees whatever he sees in your face, no matter how you try to bury it down. You can tell that he’s heard every word, just by that look on his face. Ben approaches you and your dad, once again sliding a hand across the small of your back, but you speak before he has a chance to say anything.

“You want coffee, right?”

Ben nods slightly, letting you leave him to escape into the kitchen. He shifts his attention to your father. The man is shorter than Ben, but still a presence that commands respect in the house.

“You still work for Vought after everything that’s happened?” Victor asks him.

Ben’s brow turns wry. “Oh, I’ve got an exit strategy.”

Victor nods. That seems to mollify him a bit, even as he watches his daughter. Ruefulness enters his gaze, even if it’s still hard with his convictions. It just reminds Ben of his father’s blue-eyed stare—the kind that always pierced straight through his skin and saw every scrap of weakness underneath.

“She’d rather live in that fucking cesspool than listen to me,” Victor says. “Young, stubborn, thinks she knows it all.”

Ben’s lips tug at a smile. Yeah, that’s fucking you.

“She thinks she can handle it out there by herself, but take away all that attitude, and what?” Victor shakes his head. “She’s fucking soft.”

Ben glances over at him, then at the silver medals framed in glass on the wall. There’s a picture of a younger version of the man in front him, leaner, just as stoic, wearing an army green uniform and a captain’s insignia. If Victor looked to be in his mid-fifties now, that would’ve put him in his early 20s during the Vietnam War.

Other than a few photo ops after the Tet Offensive and a movie he did in the late ‘60s, Ben spent most of his time snorting coke and fucking the female cast of Bewitched. (Elizabeth Montgomery blamed her failed marriage on him, but that shit was wrecked long before he came into her picture. Literally.)

Ben’s gaze drifts away from the shiny wall of accomplishment, and back over to you across the room. You’re helping your mom set out the plates of flan after she cuts each slice. He sees how hard you try to bury everything you have boiling inside behind the task, swiping a stray curl out of your eyes as you go. He’s come to recognize that look, and the things you do to keep moving forward.

“She can be,” Ben nods at your father. “But maybe she’s stronger than you think.”

Victor’s brows furrow, but Ben doesn’t stick around for more. He joins you back at the dinner table and takes a small white espresso cup you offer him. Your fingers brush with his on the pass, but its his hand casually curling wily strands of your hair behind your ear that earns your attention, your slightly widening eyes.

He smirks down at you before taking a seat. Despite yourself, your lips tug at a smile, and you join him.

After dessert, your parents finally head back home. You finally allow yourself to confess to your grandmother that you quit your job. It’s easier to be honest with her than with your parents sometimes.

She’s sorry to hear the news, knowing you enjoyed your independence in New York. While you didn’t necessarily love your job, up until now it had allowed you to have the life you wanted.  

Since she has more room to spare in her house, she’s graciously agreed to have you stay with her for a little while. You know what you told your dad, but you wonder if you can even go back to New York after this. He might just win after all.

But of course, there’s also Ben.

“I still don’t know what the big fucking deal is,” he says, somewhat grumpily. 

You sigh and shove an extra blanket into his hands from the hallway closet. 

“Look, my grandma is fun, even a little mischievous, but she’s not actually going to let me share a bedroom with my ‘boyfriend’ under her roof. Conservative Catholics, remember?” 

You also hand him a towel to take a shower. “Besides, it’s not like I’d let you into my bed anyway. Can you please just remember our deal?” 

He nods, albeit reluctantly. “Don’t you fucking worry. I’ll be out in the morning before God and everyone wakes up.” 

You hesitate, leaning your back against the doorway to your room. Ben will be staying in the second guest room down the hall.

“Well, you can still knock on my door before you leave,” you say, with a slight smile. “You know, if you wanna say goodbye.”

Ben eyes you, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Might as well get that outta the way now,” he says.

Your smile fades in confusion, but before you can react, he slips an arm around your waist and guides you in close. After a beat to gauge the look on your face—surprised, but not angry, by the way your eyes roam his face—he bows his head to claim your lips.

It’s a thorough kiss, and a little demanding as his lips move over yours, but it makes a tendril of heat lick down your spine as your fingers curl around his biceps. 

You find yourself at a loss when he breaks away. His eyes open to meet yours, smiling when he finds you breathless.

“Goodbye, sweetheart,” he says.

And he lets you go, allowing your hair to slip through his fingers. 

You’re tempted to smack that self-satisfied look off his face, but you shake your head with a smile. You guess you can give him one for the road. 

Butcher, Hughie, and the rest of the boys are tearing apart Webweaver’s disgusting apartment. Considering the supe’s phone is dead, and he hasn’t been seen in over 24 hours, Butcher is willing to bet that Soldier Boy killed the little prick. 

Unfortunately for Butcher, Webweaver was feeding him information. 

“There’s nothing here,” M.M. says in disgust, wiping his hands of a sticky substance. He’d rather not know what it is.

“He had to know something in order to pick up the cunt’s trail,” Butcher says. He points to Webweaver’s laptop, where Hughie is trying to hack the password.

Butcher’s phone buzzes in his pocket. Fishing it out and peering at the ID, he smiles slightly at the text. 

I’m close to your apartment. Can we talk?

Ryan. Finally, the kid is coming around. Butcher types out a reply.

Give me half an hour. 

Butcher considers his next words carefully, and he adds…

There are things we needa talk about.

There was too much shit he hadn’t told the kid, for fear of pushing him away. (Already done.)

Or fearing the kid wouldn’t believe him. (Ain’t got nothing left to lose now.)

Butcher only half suppresses a wheezing cough.

Oh, yeah, he’s still fucking dying. But if there’s one thing he’s going to do, it’s find Soldier Boy, so he can make good on their deal on snuffing Homelander.

He knows he’ll have to be even more creative with how he gets the supe to agree, seeing as Butcher double-crossed him once before. But this time, he has M.M. and Annie actually on board with the plan. Homelander plans to get V24 in the military with Victoria Neuman’s help.

So all the fucking Spice Girls finally agree: right now, Homelander’s the bigger threat. Then, they’ll somehow deal with Soldier Boy.

Or better yet, the two will kill each other. 

“Got it!” Hughie fist pumps the air. He’s been able to crack into Webweaver’s laptop, even though he balks at having to sort through a tremendous amount of disturbing pornography.

He finally finds a file labeled: Parking Lot, June 3, 5:34 p.m.

He presses play. The first thing he sees is your scared face come into frame, followed by Soldier Boy. 

​​“Oh my God,” you breathe. “Soldier Boy?” He glances up at you through furrowed brows. He looks ragged and soot-stained, his breathing labored as he leans against the wall. He focuses on you. “Uh, a-are you okay?” you ask shakily, clutching your messenger bag.

“All right,” Butcher drawls. “Who the fuck is that?” 

In the morning, you wake to the sun in your eyes through the windows. You get up and check the room across the hall. The door is open, and the bed is made, clear of Ben’s things. You feel disappointed that he didn’t wake you up before he left.

I guess the one goodbye was good enough for him, you think, not willing to wonder why that kind of upsets you. 

Whatever. It’s for the best. Soldier Boy is finally out of your life, and you can focus on what you need to do to pick up the threads of your life.

With that decision made, you go about starting your day. You don’t bother to change out of your pajamas. You just fluff out your curls and venture out to the kitchen, where the smell of Cuban coffee once again wafts stronger in the air. Your grandma might be Dominican, but she’s embraced her daughter-in-law’s Cuban-centric community with the little things, like espresso and pastries in the morning.

There you find something unexpected. You find Ben sipping coffee, chatting with your grandmother at the kitchen island while she makes breakfast. Her favorite radio station plays on the counter and masks the contents of their conversation, but they’re smiling and laughing, having a good ol’ fucking time.

Until Ben notices you standing there with your mouth hanging open. He grins.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he says, taking another sip of his coffee. Sofia smiles over at you too.

“Ben,” you say. Your voice strikes a higher pitch than usual. “What happened to your flight?”

“It got cancelled,” he claims, though he beckons you over. You remember then that this little play is still going on—meaning you force yourself to smile and go to him as if you’re so very happy to see him.

Why the hell did I ever think this was a good fucking idea?!

He takes full advantage of the boyfriend charade, laying a heavy hand on the small of your back. It travels around your waist and comes to rest on your hip. He brushes his thumb back and forth over the thin fabric of your pajama top, and even has the gall to eye you with a grin, likely noticing that you aren’t wearing a bra.

“I invited him to stay for a couple more days, get to know the family,” Sofia says while stirring some scrambled eggs. Bacon is also sizzling on another pan on the stove.

While her back is turned, you shoot Ben a knowing glare.

To think you were a little disappointed about being rid of him. Now, you’re just angry and irritated as good sense hits you upside the head. The longer he stays with you, the better chance of Homelander or the government finding him. 

You’re quiet throughout breakfast while Sofia asks Ben more questions about himself.

“Do you go to church?” she asks, with a raised brow.

You snort into your coffee, but Ben just rubs the back of his neck. 

“I’ll admit, I’ve skipped a few Sundays,” he says, somewhat dismissively.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. His skin would probably burn if he took one step inside of a sanctuary. 

“Well, what about kids. Do you like children?” Sofia asks.

Your eyes widen. “Mamá, seriously?”

“I always thought I’d have a few,” Ben replies. You turn to look at him, and the sincerity of his tone and the sudden thoughtful gleam in his eyes surprises you even more.

“Guess I’ve been waiting for the right time to settle down,” he says, glancing at you. It’s hard for you to read that look, but it makes you wonder what the fuck he’s thinking.

He goes back to eating.

After breakfast, you get up to help Sofia clear the table. While she’s putting the pastries away, you grab Ben’s arm and lead him closer to the living room. 

“You really need to go,” you whisper-hiss. “You promised me—”

He rolls his eyes. “All right, keep your fucking panties on. Just one more night of R&R and I’ll get gone.”

“You better be for real, because I can’t—”

“Ay, mi canción,” Sofia says. She comes over and tugs on your hand. “You remember this one, right?”

The song that plays on the radio is “Mi Muchachita” by Luis Segura, the song your mom would always wake you up with on Saturday mornings to get you up to help her clean the house. It was a tradition your grandma started when your dad and his brothers were kids. She later got your mom hooked on it when she came to stay with your family for a few years, shortly after you were born. Gloria had needed the help, and her parents had already passed away a few years back.

Now, Sofia leads you away from Ben so that you can dance with her. She pulls into the bachata—ironically, the dance that began in the bars and brothels of Santo Domingo. In the 1960s, it was the dance of the lower class, the degenerates, and the campesinos. Bolero rhythm was its heart, but the spirit of the common people was its soul.

You protest at first at being uprooted from your grumpy mood, but your grandma has a way of hooking you into almost anything. Eventually your tense shoulders relax, and you’re laughing and twirling under her hand while you let your body inhabit the song.

Ben watches the scene in amusement, becoming transfixed by the sway of your hips, to the quick and natural steps of your feet…until Sofia grabs his hand too. 

“Hey, no. I’m good,” he says. “I don’t dance…whatever this is.”

“So I teach you,” she insists, beckoning him closer. “Come, come! Watch me. Es fácil. Real easy.”

You step off to the side to give them room, and you giggle while watching Ben try to follow her instructions. Sofia is persistent though. She teaches him how to step in counts of two, how to lead her back and forth, then turn her around. She even sends you a cheeky look while she has the man’s hands trapped either in her hand, or on her waist.

You hide your laughter behind your espresso cup. Damn. She’s still got game.

After a few minutes, Sofia leads him over to join Ben’s hand with yours, claiming she needs a rest. She guides you into his arms, and you step in with a good-natured smile.

“This is a bit fucking much,” he mutters to you. “It’s too complicated.” 

“You’re actually doing well. Just feel it though. Don’t watch your feet,” you continue to instruct him, amused by his hesitance. 

He seems to be into this though, and he begins to gain some confidence the more he learns the flow of the steps. He holds your hand more assured as he moves from side to side in time with the beat. For a white boy born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he has some decent rhythm. 

Ben throws in a spin that’s not quite bachata-like. It feels more like the swing of the ‘40s, the stuff you’ve only seen in movies. Still, it thrills you when you end up even closer in his arms, his warm chest pressed to yours. He looks down on you with hooded eyes that slowly roam your face, stopping on your lips.

He begins to bow his head toward yours, but you clear your throat and smile, a little nervously. You place a hand on his chest and push him back subtly as the song comes to an end. 

“Oh! Before I forget,” Sofia says. 

You almost forgot she was there. Instinctively you freeze where you stand, still catching your breath all too close to Ben. 

“Can you pick up some things from the store for later? I’m making arroz con pollo,” she says. “But you know what, I’ll give you a list, ‘cause I’m out of some other things too.”

Glancing up at Ben once more, you take the excuse to step away from him. You agree to take your grandma’s list, and you head to your room to get changed. 

The man not only follows you to the car, but insists on “getting out of the house” and going with you to the local Cuban-owned grocery store and café. 

“Christ on a Cross, is this the price of steak nowadays?” he mutters, eying all the cuts behind the cold glass. “Used to be cheaper to order it at a fucking restaurant.”

You’ve stopped here to pick up a couple packages of ground beef. You shoot him a glance, wondering why he cares when he had enough money to buy the restaurant, once upon a time. Maybe it’s the principle of the matter with him.

“Welcome to the modern world,” you drawl. “It’s getting too expensive to live, and jobs don’t want to pay for shit.”

He raises a brow, but he follows you down the aisle.

Ben is kind of the worst to go shopping with. He sneaks things into the cart when he thinks you’re not looking. You tell him you’re not buying him three different cakes and a dirty magazine. Where the hell did he even find that? 

You stuff it all back on a shelf, behind some boxed novelty cakes imported from Mexico. Though you agree to buy him one dessert, after you throw in some peaches. 

“You may be a super soldier, but you should eat more fruits and veggies,” you quip. Stuffing himself full of takeout, booze, and weed all the time can’t be good for him.

Ben raises a wry brow at you. He sidles up close while you’re putting goods on the checkout counter. His hand molds to the curve of your waist as he speaks lowly in your ear.

“I’ve got all the peaches I need, sweetheart.”

You blush hotly and send him a wide-eyed look over your shoulder. His hand means to drift lower on your ass, but your lips purse, and you smack his hand away.

“Do you have no shame?” you whisper-hiss. Giving him one kiss was like feeding a stray dog. Now he thinks he can keep sniffing your ass for more. 

“Come on, Chiquita. Would it kill you to lighten the fuck up?” he teases. 

You roll your eyes heavenward, praying for strength. You manage to get through the rest of the transaction of the checkout line mostly in peace, and Ben does all the heavy lifting of putting the bags in the car. However, you’re giving him a bit of a cold shoulder as you get back into the car.  

“All right, what’s the matter now?” he asks. “For Christ’s sake, you don’t have to be so fucking frigid.”

“Why did you come anyway?” you ask, slamming the trunk closed. “Just to cop another feel? What, did you think I was gonna blow you in the alley behind the bodega?”

Ben hesitates with a frown. There’s a moment where you think he might give you an earnest answer, but ultimately, he just shrugs. “Worth a shot.”

You scoff, both incredulous and disgusted as you rip the driver’s side door open and get inside the car. You barely wait for Ben to do the same on the passenger side, before you’re turning the ignition and angrily shifting the car into reverse. 

You back out with more force than Ben would’ve recommended, but he flexes his fingers on his thigh. He doesn’t want to tell you that he hadn’t liked the idea of you going out alone. Not without a weapon, some protection.

But he also didn’t think you’d still be cockblocking him so much after last night. And this morning, he thought you were actually warming up to him…

Guess not, he thinks sardonically, with a roll of his eyes. Whatever. It’s not like he’ll be wanting for pussy when he gets to South America. Pretty soon, it’s going to be him fucking bitches on nude beaches, drowning himself in margaritas, blow, and pussy all day long. 

He doesn’t know what it is about you though. He knows you’re into him, even if you won’t admit it… 

It’s that challenge, that Latina fire that stokes his blood every time he looks at you. Gotta be.

He also knows that the moment he leaves, one of two things will happen. Either Vought finds you, or the CIA does. If it’s the latter, they’ll question you. Even if they don’t get the information they want, they could try to protect you and your family.

Regardless, Ben knows he can’t stay. That’ll just make things worse, for himself, and for you. All he can do is take advantage of the hours he has left here.

“Look, what’s your problem, huh?” he tries again. “Think I can’t show you a good time?”

You heave a sigh without looking at him. “It’s not about that, Ben.”

“Then what’s it about?”

“You’re leaving. You’re not going to stay and fight the deranged prick who’s on the verge of taking over the whole damn country,” you say sharply. “You’re gonna fuck off to who knows where, bury your head in the sand, and numb yourself for the rest of your life. So there’s no point in exploring you and me. I’m not gonna be some quick fuck and ‘Sayonara, sweetheart. Been a good time.’ No! None of that shit.”

That falls heavily between you two, even with the radio playing at a moderate volume.

Ben simmers in the near silence while you drive through the heavy traffic in Miami. You curse when you get stuck at an intersection. 

“This is taking fucking forever,” he grumbles.

You whip your head over at him again. “Okay, and? Should I part the Red Sea of Miami for you?”

“All right, Christ. Enough,” he says. He rubs at his forehead like you’re giving him a headache. 

Good, you think. The feeling’s mutual.

Ben crosses his arms in his seat and stares out ahead. Traffic is starting to easy up, allowing you to inch closer to the righthand turn. 

You blow out a sigh, contemplating the man riding shotgun. You’re not sure why he’s still here with you. Why he doesn’t want to just leave his old life behind and make new somewhere else. It’s obvious that he wants you, but does he care about you? 

There’s no point in exploring you and me.

You hadn’t meant to say that, but it left you with a sinking feeling in your chest afterward. You still feel its hold on you now, steely fingers gripping your heart.

It’s fucking crazy. You must be crazy…to want him to care.

But before you can let your mind devolve any further, Ben breaks you out of your thoughts when he points out a McDonald’s up ahead. 

“How about you pull over into the drive-thru there,” he says.

You raise a brow at him. “You’re hungry again? Already?”

He shrugs. You shake your head, but your lips begin to tug at a smile. This fucking bottomless pit.

“All right, I’ve got this.”

You take him to a hole-in-the-wall Cuban bakery. The sign is half-scratched off, but you know it from memory. This place has been here for over 50 years, since waves of Cubans fled the iron fist of Fidel Castro’s communism in anything that would float those 90 miles—from pristine sands, and the home of guava fruit, plantains, and pure sugar cane, to the rough shores of the Florida Keys.

Ben polishes off a Cuban sandwich and three guava and cheese pastries, washing it all down with three beers and a cigar he got by talking shop with the locals playing dominoes in the dining area. The men are old enough to remember him as Soldier Boy. Even though they watch the news all day long, they have a healthy mistrust of everything they see.

They're more inclined to trust the supe they watched and admired when they were young men, the supe that (they thought) represented the ideals of the American dream; the same dream they themselves had fought for when they arrived in this country.

“Don’t worry, we’re not gonna out you to the press,” says the only one of them who speaks English. “I’ll just get to tell the wife that I shared a cigar with Soldier Boy. She don’t gotta know when.” 

The other men laugh, Ben included. You roll your eyes. 

They talk him into playing around of dominoes with them, offering to “teach” him how to play, as long as he bets $5 to start with. You lean over his shoulder and help him make the right moves. Your dad and your uncles taught you how to play when you were a kid.

With your help, he ends up winning $200 dollars off of the old men. They don't get mad about it, all too happy just to spend time with one of the only superheroes they respect. You realize then why Ben is getting along so well with these guys; the man himself is at least twenty years older than them. This is essentially a group of his peers.

And what does that make me? you wonder, not knowing whether to laugh or be icked out. The longer you stare at Ben's profile, the line of his jaw, the cut of his beard, the roguish sweep of his hair and the shape and broadness of his form all too casually sitting in a metal chair, the more that thought fades to the back of your mind.

You focus more on Ben, specifically the way he's all too smirky and cocky and proud of his winnings. You’re amused at the way he counts the bills to himself later in the car. You’d think he won the lotto at Atlantic City or something. 

“Hey,” he says, earning your attention. “Let me take you out before I go. Call it a thank you.”

You give him an incredulous look. “You haven’t tested fate enough today? You should be lying low. Me too for that matter.”

“Relax, Chiquita. Nobody fucking knows we’re here,” Ben says, continuing to count his bills. He glances over at you though. “Besides, you’ll be fine, long as you’re with me.”

You consider him with a tilt of your head. Long as you’re with me, huh?

He wants to actually do something for you. More than that, he wants to protect you.

You fight the small swell of butterflies in your stomach. Matter of fact, you hate those little shits. A small sigh escapes your lips.

This guy is fucking exhausting.

“How many goodbyes are we going to have, Ben?” you ask.

He quirks a smile. 

“Just humor me.”

AN: Did you like the little scene change? I had to give things a more tropical vibe for Miami. 😉 Plus, we got a bit of the fake dating trope sliding in there, meeting the parents, some disappointed father syndrome -- checking some rom-com boxes right? 😂

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You lead him away from the tight crowd on the dance floor and around the bar, and into a dark hall near the bathrooms. It’s still loud though, that baseline dropping as the DJ’s sirens go off in the club. 

Ben stumbles, his left hand shooting out to smack heavily against the wall. He dents the plaster. You quickly move in front of him and rest your hands against his chest.

“Ben, you with me?” you say in a measured tone. “Hey, you okay? You hearing me?”

His brows furrow in answer, but you can tell he’s not all there. His breathing is growing ragged. You feel his chest getting warm, and then hot. 

Oh, fuck, your blood runs cold. Is this the strange new explosive power that nearly crumbled Vought Tower? Is this club about to get wiped off the map, like that building in Midtown? Are you about to get blown sky high along with it?

Fuck that. 

You grab his face in your hands. “Ben, you focus on me, okay? Before you blow your cover. Before you hurt someone.”

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@bunnyreaper's secret santa thing; I had the pleasure to write for @cooliofango ❤️ I hope you're gonna have the best time reading this, love.

AO3 VERSION

Simon isn't there—that's the first thing you notice, when you wake up.

You think it's odd; he always sticks around, especially in the morning. Either he is reading something in bed, a book or an article, or tries to wake you up, softly, kissing your arm, if it was past nine in the morning.

Right now, even his side of the bed is cold, so he had to leave at least an hour ago, maybe more. You get up with a slight frown on your face, multiple questions in the back of your mind, what possibly could bring Simon out of bed. There's many thoughts, and they aren't really positive; usually if he had to leave, it was something military related. A missile missing, someone to rescue, intel to get or secure.

Being with Riley made you realize how fucked up the world is and how many times it needs to be saved. This time though, in theory, he has vacations that he asked for. Holidays with his girlfriend, he said, which caused you to grin like crazy one, since you loved this term. His girlfriend, his significant other with whom he decided to spend time with, even if he doesn't like holidays.

It's main reason why you aren't really doing anything festive this year; out of respect to him. Sure, you spend more time together, you plan to watch movies tonight, make some food, but nothing really related to Christmas. No lights, no tree, nothing what could possibly trigger his memory with the holidays and make the time worse than it already was.

But now, your boyfriend is nowhere to be seen, and your plans are under a big question mark. You don't even know where he is, if he is here, in your shared house that you've decided to buy a few months ago.

"Baby?" you call out, looking around. There's a few boxes laying on the ground, door is wide-open; if you wouldn't know any better, you'd assume that somebody broke in. Knowing your boyfriend though, how he secured the house... hell, it takes only one wrong move and alarm goes off, as Simon said once, shortly after he installed it.

So, door wide-open, bringing in the cold, clear indicator that he actually is here somewhere. And, sooner than later, you'll see him.

You prefer sooner than later, though, so you go through the door, just to see your man with a tree—Christmas tree, to be precise—with shocked expression on his face. Then, he puts it down, just to sneak his arms around you, tight. Just like he loved to do, practically from the start of your relationship.

For a military man, he is very touch starved, and you try every time to give him the love he deserves.

"You didn't wake me," you murmur into his broad chest, at which he chuckles. You look up at him, seeing his brown eyes sparkling.

"Sorry, love. Had to take care of some things," he says, his hand caressing your back delicately. "But 'm here now. Let's go to bed, yeah?"

"Oh, no, no," you laugh, shaking your head. "I want to know why there's a Christmas tree here. And those boxes? Seems like decorations to me, Mr. Riley."

He acts like you caught him red handed on something; Simon looks away and sighs, just to look at you a few seconds later with a semi-guilty look on his face. You have to hold back a laugh; he seems so stressed about something simple, it's adorable.

"I don't like Christmas," he starts, playing with your hair. "But I know you like 'em. Your eyes sparkle every time you see this shit, lights, trees, everythin' and—"

"—Simon, we don't have to—"

"—let me finish." He looks at you, a bit sternly, so you nod. You have to listen to him, especially if he asks you to. "And I just can't do this to you. Take it away from you. 'm a grown man, it's time to change some things. 'specially those hurtful ones."

You gnaw at your bottom lip, silent for a few seconds, as you try to collect your thoughts about this situation. It's hard not to cry right now, given how he overcomes his own weaknesses, just for you. Just for the both of you, so your future will be brighter.

"You are," you cup his cheeks into your hands, "the best man I've ever, ever met. I'm so lucky to have you, you know? A man that's willing to spend Christmas with me the traditional way, to

“You can't say this shit to me,” he warns, his voice almost a whisper. You raise your eyebrow, but you don't stop kissing his jaw, even when he sighs.

"Because that's so bad? Or because that's the truth and you'll blush any second?" you ask teasingly, at which he rolls his eyes with a small smile on his lips. To see his smile, to see how happy you can make him... you cherish every moment like that, knowing his history. Knowing how hard it was, how hard it still is because demons doesn't go easily.

Yet, you see the progress. His battle, to be more open, to allow himself to be more vulnerable at least around you.

“You’re gonna make me even more addicted," he explains to you, kissing your face a few times. He bangs with his nose against your eyeglasses, but he doesn't really seem to mind. "And I’m already weak. It's like... you're something that I’m not immune to. Everyone will see that later, on that Christmas party.”

He doesn’t say he loves you. That would be crazy, he thinks; every time he told someone he loves them, they died. He doesn't want it to happen with you, not when he didn't think of an idea how to possibly save you, keep you safe and locked, close to his heart.

But he can’t deny that you have him wrapped around your finger and you always will. Task Force 141 knows about you, they even invited you two to the Christmas party later, but the l-word has to wait. You know that he loves you anyway; maybe he doesn't say it, but his actions shows you enough love. And, he has other words—be safe, you know I care about you.

It speaks louder than simple I love you but he knows he's gonna say it. He has to, even for your sake.

"That's good. I love you being addicted." You grin, hugging him even tighter. "Because I'm addicted to you as well. To my big, wonderful boyfriend. Now... about those Christmas decorations."

You wouldn't think that decorating your shared house with Simon would be so fun and chaotic in the same time. Your boyfriend does the lights—since his height abilities are just insane—and you are basically running around with snowmen, reindeers and other creatures that you somehow can associate with winter. Riley also gives you disapproval looks from time to time, telling you to dress yourself properly, as you're just on your pyjamas; it ends up in you being in his big, warm hoodie, since you don't listen.

It's like everything you dreamed for, in domestic matter.

The best is taking care of the tree, though. You two have different ideas—yours with doing it in two colors that compliment each other, red and gold for example, which would give the glamour vibe of the house. Or, Simon's idea which is complete chaos. He looks so happy with placing the ornaments, that you don't tell him about color theory, you don't suggest making it less colorful either.

You just put everything just like he is, with instinct, and when he asks about your opinion, you can't help but smile widely and praise him for being creative. His enjoyment gives you the time of your life, honestly.

"You do it like it's in your blood," you say, laughing happily when he gives your cheek a big, wet kiss. His arms locks around you automatically, his lips dropping a bit lower.

"'st because of you. My girl," he purrs. "Maybe we should take a break and eat somethin', eh? Something Christmas-y."

"Christmas-y?" you repeat, observing with a small smile stomach how he drags you over to the couch, towering over you. He has absolutely no problem with crashing you with his weight, which feels so good considering how warm he is. "What would you like?"

"Anything my woman wants, I'll eat. My civilian woman."

You can't help the sensation of your heart fluttering at this view; at Simon kissing your knuckles, at Simon being so affectionate. You are sure that you haven't seen him like this before, not this open with his feelings.

"Yours. That civilian woman, for a superordinary man," you say, quietly.

“My civilian woman.” Simon’s eyes shine as he repeats your words, a light smirk forming as he gazes down at you. You really are gorgeous, so beautiful as you're there in his arms. "'m not superordinary, but I guess I'll take it."

He reaches over to remote, turning off the light in the room. Now, all that’s illuminated is the moonlight and sparkling, multicolor Christmas lights, casting a pale ray of light in the darkness.

Before he loses himself in your eyes, he leans over and presses his mouth to yours. It’s a slow, quiet, yet passionate kiss—one that sparks a fire in both your souls.

"That sounds very dorky, if you think about it," you chuckle quietly, still keeping his gaze. His brown eyes are fixed on yours, glimmering so gently, you can't help but be lost in them. God, it's even better when he turned off the light. You don't see each other properly, but the dark figures are adding everything to your imagination, when you continue this slow kiss.

You can only hear your lips smacking against each other.

“You’re perfect to me,” he says, his voice husky as he gazes down at you. You make his heart flutter. You always do, but lately, those butterflies have turned into something else, as he told you a dew days ago. "The most perfect woman in the world. Even if it's cheesy, as you say."

"You're such a cheesy man, Riley," you whisper, as you smile at his sudden comment how you are perfect to him. Knowing that he's not the best with words, and still says something like this, was just the most important thing for you. "But I like that in you. Just as much as your soft spot for those romcoms we watch. Even if you call them sappy and cringe," you say, closing your eyes.

"They are sappy and cringe. But it's our type of sappy and cringe," he murmurs into your skin, burying his face in your neck. Right in this moment, he doesn't seem to care about anything else.

And you don't care about anything else either, when you have him right by your side. Safe and secure, far from deployment, far from all those dangerous things probably just waiting for him out there.

"I love you," he whispers.

And you know you have your gift.

[cwritesforfun]

Finally an Emma x Fem! Reader!!! keep blessing us, please! Who knows, maybe even an NSFW! I loved your writing! ❤️❤️

Emma D'Arcy x Fem!Reader: Co-Workers or Something More? Part Two (Request)

Link to part one - READ IT first!

Y/N = Your Name using She/Her/Hers pronouns Emma's pronouns are They/Them

NSFW is not my strong suit so I just wrote a part two and also tried my best, hope you enjoy:-)

** I do not own any House of Dragon plot points briefly mentioned

Y/N's POV

After the kiss, things changed between you and Emma. We were very flirty on the press run for season 1, which the Internet noticed. We both spent quite a lot of time in each other's hotel rooms to the point where we asked to share a room moving forward. We were keeping things casual between us, but you could tell your feelings were growing for Emma day by day. How can you not feel something for the person you spend every minute of every day for months on end with?

You're sitting in your backyard with your dog when you get a call from your casting director telling you that season 2 was renewed and will start filming soon. You were overjoyed at the chance to play Alicent again and tell her story even if fans hated Alicent. Emma told you that if people hated Alicent then you must be portraying her right. Emma was always there for you to cheer you up after long days and to help make you feel understood.

You get up to answer your door and Emma is standing with flowers. You ask, "Hi Em! What's this about? I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow." Emma smiles sheepishly and answers, "I uh ... I got the news for Season 2 and thought I could take you out on a date to celebrate." A DATE?!?!? AN OFFICIAL DATE?!?!?! You reply, "I just got off that call and was going to call you about the renewal. I'm so excited that we get to keep working together. I also would love to go on a date with you. I just need to change." Emma jokes, "But I don't want you to change. I want you to stay who you are." You laugh and ask, "Wanna come in?" Emma nods and follows you to your room.

As you get ready, Emma's arms keep wrapping around your waist and they keep putting kisses on your neck. You lean into them as they press kisses on you.

You finally get ready and Emma takes you to a new vegan restaurant that they've been wanting to try. You drink, eat, and talk. The night makes you feel alive.

You head back to your house and as you stand outside with your hands in Emma's, you ask, "Do you want to come in? We could watch a movie or something. I don't think I'm ready for this night to end." Emma answers, "I'm not either." You smile and pull Emma into your house. Emma holds your hand as you walk around;) You both change into comfier clothes and get ready to watch a movie in your bedroom.

As you flip channels, Emma pulls you into their lap and puts their head on your shoulder. They lick your neck and then start sucking on it. You try to focus on the TV but then they start kissing your neck up and down. Emma starts whispering sweet nothings into your ear and you can feel your body heating up. You put on some movie you've seen countless times and turn your attention to Emma.

Emma whispers into your ear, "I want you to be my girlfriend. I don't want anyone else to kiss this neck and make you hot. Only I should be able to do that."' You tease, "Why don't you ask me then? Are you afraid?" Emma laughs low into your ear and says, "No, I'm not afraid... and I like this side of you." You flip around and sit on Emma's lap then ask, "Do you wanna be my partner?" Emma smirks and answers, "Yes I really really do want to."

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[emberfrostlovesloki]

Baby Fever [Emily x Reader]

Photo Credits Left and Right (@meditando-en-paris) Center (@emily12o1970)

Prompt: The reader asks Emily if she wants to have a baby together. While this is a surprise, Emily has a little question of her own for the reader.

Pairing: [established relationship] Emily x Non-BAU!reader. The Reader uses she/her pronouns 

Category: fluff/comfort

Word Count: 6.8K

Content Warnings: Slight angst, talk of getting pregnant, food and alcohol are mentioned, implied intimacy, discussion of politics. If I missed any, please let me know.  

A/N: Hi all! I’m so sorry it’s been a while since I’ve posted any fics in a while. The end of the semester has been wildly busy. However, I return with an Emily fic for @imagining-in-the-margins March and April writing challenge. I made my own prompt that is, a member of the couple isn’t sure they’ll make a good parent; they are reassured by a friend that they will be perfect. This is a continuation of my Moschino and Muddy Water series. You can find parts one, two, three, and four here (linked) You can read this as a stand-alone as well, you just need to know the reader works for a senator. This story kind of humbled me and challenged me as it took a long time to write and I needed to do lots of edits on it. But that is a good reminder for me. Writing can be hard, but it is worth the result to see you can come what you can come up with. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! Love Levi - ❤️

List with all stories 

y/n = your name 

y/s/t = your skin tone 

_y/f/s_ = your favorite scent

Emily walked into the living room of her apartment. y/n and she had recently repainted it a neutral beige that Derek had described as “sad sand” at brunch with Penelope, Spencer, JJ, and Will last month. y/n had nearly choked on her drink as he made the remark. It had been y/n’s idea to repaint their space to a more relaxing color. When y/n had suggested it, Emily had said, “Oh, what brought this on lover? Wasn’t it you last week who mentioned the security deposit on this place?” Em liked teasing y/n about these things because y/n was always a little more impulsive about things. Their dynamic remained light despite the hectic nature of their jobs. The ability to relax and joke in their off time kept both y/n and Prentiss sane. However, they were good at reading each other, most of the time. When things felt heavy or the job was pushing them to the edge of a breakdown, the jokes and teasing went out the window. 

Only once had y/n made a joke in poor taste about a case that Emily had not yet fully described, and the tall brunette had snapped. y/n had looked at her girlfriend with shock. Prentiss never spoke to her in this tone nor with the angry expression she had on her face. The silence in the room after Emily's outburst was deafening. Emily instantly felt guilty for how she had reacted. Prentiss cleared her throat and tried to apologize, but y/n said, “Save it. I need a minute.” y/n had moved back to their room and closed the door, and burst into tears. ‘A minute’ turned out to be a long sleepless night for the couple. y/n tossed and turned and wondered if she was overreacting and what she had missed about Emily when she came in with her go-bag. She had seemed fine to y/n as she came in with a smile and normal attitude. Meanwhile on the couch, Emily wondered why she had reacted with such venom. y/n was only trying to lighten the mood, and she hadn’t said how horrible she felt. If she had, Emily knew y/n would hug her and kiss her and make her feel better inside of cracking a joke. Prentiss sat up and looked out the open window onto to the street as a few cars drove by. Emily wondered what brought those driving out so late. Who were they and where they were going? She wondered if they were happy. She slumped back into the couch cushions and missed the warmth of y/n’s snuggled up in front of her and the cool feel of their sheets over them. 

In the morning, both Em and y/n had gotten up at the same time. Prentiss moved into their room which she found unlocked. y/n looked up at her. Em could see that she had been crying and the lack of sleep on y/n’s face. Before Prentiss could say anything, y/n stated, “I’m sorry, Emily. I’m sorry for how I acted. Immature and like a child. You didn’t deserve that.” Emily dropped her head and replied, “I’m sorry too. It was wrong of me to shout at you like that. You were just trying to make me happy.” y/n swallowed and said, “I was, but I must have been missing something. Would you tell me about the case, or what caused you to act like that?” 

Prentiss nodded and sat down on the edge of the bed taking y/n’s hand in hers. “Yes. Let me explain. Thank you for giving me the time and care to listen.” After a long conversation, the pair set up some boundaries about not keeping things inside after cases for Emily and taking time to check in after she got home for y/n. y/n knew Emily had been acting okay, but in reality, she wasn't. y/n noted that if she was in Emily’s shoes, she might want to laugh after work and a case and y/n thought Emily might feel the same way. So after they had talked and kissed and made up, they both felt a bit crusty and decided to take a shower together. 

It felt wonderful as Emily’s strong hands moved down her y/s/t’ed shoulders and back. The soap suds moved down y/n’s back and Prentiss rubbed them over her lush behind and thighs. y/n sighed into the touch. When Emily had finished rinsing y/n off, y/n turned and had Em face the water. y/n placed a dollop of her shampoo that smelled of rose and juniper berry in her palm. Prentiss smiled as y/n’s fingers brushed through her silky dark strands of hair massaging her scalp and then making sure that all of her locks were coated in shampoo before turning Em to rinse off her shoulder-length hair. After a few more minutes the water started running tepid, and y/n and Emily got out and dried off. They spent the rest of the Saturday morning lounging around and getting coffee from the fancy place two blocks over. It felt lovely to be back and not have an argument hanging over them. As y/n opened the door for Prentiss, she thought about how they worked together. They had their moments and arguments like any couple, but all in all, they were steady. It seemed that steady was something new to both of them, and it made them happy and secure in one another. It had made y/n so happy and secure that it had got her thinking about roots, about the future. 

A few weeks later, y/n woke up early and realized that Emily was up. She snapped her laptop shut. The sound had Em turn around and look at y/n with just a hint of concern in her dark eyes. y/n smiled and got out of her seat saying, “Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?” Emily’s face broke into a soft smile and she replied, “I slept well. I love it when you’re the big spoon. It makes me sleep like a baby.” y/n got up and wrapped Em in a hug and whispered in her ear, “Well, I’ll have to do that more often then.” y/n inhaled her smell and tried to hide the blush on her face before pulling back and saying, “Do you want some breakfast and coffee? Or maybe a mimosa. I feel like cooking something if you want.” Prentiss nodded and said, “I think I could go for some blueberry or chocolate chip waffles if you’re down to make them.” y/n nodded and replied, “Of course. What are we feeling for drinks?” Em let out a small laugh and said, “Well, how about I make us lattes and you pop open some prosecco? We’ve still got juice in the fridge too. I’ll get the glasses.” y/n nodded knowing that Emily didn’t like popping corks --  a quirk that y/n thought was so cute. Em turned away to get the fluted glasses for the mimosas and while her back was turned she considered how y/n had been acting the last few days. It was like she was holding some secret. When y/n’s computer was in front of her, y/n always seemed to close it quickly or move it so she couldn’t see the screen. It wasn’t only that. Sometimes she was on the phone and talking quietly to someone she didn’t know. The pit in Emily’s stomach grew. And yet when she looked back at y/n who was humming her new favorite song while pulling eggs out from the middle row of the fridge. 

This was so unlike y/n to hide things from her. When it had first happened, Emily thought that maybe y/n was cheating but that wasn’t something that y/n would do unless she had really misread her girlfriend and their relationship wasn’t going anywhere. This bothered Prentiss because she was planning on asking y/n to marry her in a month on their second anniversary. Even if things weren’t good with them, which y/n’s behavior indicated otherwise, Prentiss was uncomfortable with y/n hiding things from her. Em had a good way of feeling out people, and y/n had seemed more excited to be with her recently, so all of the messages both verbal and nonverbal were throwing her for a loop. Prentiss was going to talk to JJ and Penelope about it on Monday to see if they had any insight into what was going on. At this point, y/n and the rest of the girls on the BAU were thick as blood. Em took a breath and decided to not let her self-doubt ruin their relationship. She had let that happen before, and even though it had turned out to be a good thing, Emily didn’t want to do that here. She loved y/n, and she knew y/n loved her. If y/n needed to tell her something, Emily knew she would, even if it was something difficult to hear. Prentiss fixed her face and took a breath before setting the glasses on the counter for y/n who leaned in and gave her a kiss before she moved to the coffee maker. 

y/n started mixing up the waffle batter. y/n didn’t like keeping things from Emily, but this was such a big subject to even bring up, and she wanted to have all of the facts beforehand. Not so that she could try and argue her point with Emily, but so she was sure it was what she wanted. But the more y/n looked at their options of getting pregnant, the firmer y/n was about her desire to start a family with Em. It was a conversation they had had before. A shared desire to have kids and raise them in a house full of love and tenderness that neither y/n nor Emily had had as children growing up on opposite sides of the globe. So the topic of wanting kids wouldn’t be a shock, just how quickly y/n was bringing it up. And if Emily said she needed more time, y/n would wait, but she couldn’t deny that her baby fever was growing thanks to JJ’s pregnancy and some recent laws passing. The whole idea made y/n’s stomach flutter in both delight and worry. Thankfully y/n was almost ready to tell Em, and again there would be no secrets to hold, just a future to plan, whatever that looked like for them. 

         The following Monday at work, Emily found Penelope in her office with its room full of screens and trinkets. Prentiss smiled at how Garcia’s personality shone through wherever she was. Em found the tech whizz inspirational in that way and many others. Garcia was busy typing something on her laptop and Emily had called her name twice already. Without any other options apart from pulling the plug on one of Penelope's babies, Emily tapped her on the shoulder instead. The genius shot out of her seat and Prentiss was eternally grateful that Gacria wasn’t holding one of her large cups of soda. “My God Emily, are you trying to get me out of my skin?” Penelope retorted when she had caught her breath. Em smiled and said, “It was that, or pull the plug on your computer. I thought you’d appreciate the latter. I did call your name twice.” Garcia let out a shaky laugh and said, “Okay, well lord, I have to stop listening to music so loud when I’m at work. Hotch got mad at me for it once already and somehow he’s always right because I don’t want to be scared like that again. So what brings you to my cave today dear? Need me to cast a love spell on you?” Prentiss laughed and replied, “Well I’m okay on that front. A clarification spell might be more in order. Are you back on the RPG game again?” Garcia blushed and said, “Maybe, maybe not. Anyhow, does the team need my presence?” Em nodded her head no, sat down on the ledge of Penelope's table, and said, “Not right now. I was just wondering if y/n had talked to you recently. She’s been acting kind of strange in the last three weeks and I just wanted to know if she has something planned?” 

Penelope was buzzing in her seat because she had an answer but had promised y/n that she wouldn’t say anything to Emily about it. y/n had discreetly asked around the office if anyone knew someone who had IVF treatments before and would be willing to talk candidly about the process, how much it cost, and the pros and cons of the procedure. The only other person who did know someone who had gone through In Vitro Fertilization was Rossi, but Dave didn’t think that person would want to discuss such an intimate part of their lives with a stranger, even if it was a friend of his. However, Penelope had a good friend named Shayla back from her college days who was now a happy single mom and had moved to the Virginia area last year for a new job with her little boy. y/n had met Shayla once before, and when Garcia brought her up as a possibility, y/n almost begged her to ask Shayla if she was comfortable talking about the long process. When Pen brought it up in their next catch-up call, Shayla happily agreed to share her knowledge. She had done plenty of research before deciding to move forward with having a child on her own, understood the great sacrifice and fears that could come with it, and was happy to give any helpful information she had. Of course, this conversation had prompted Penelope to ask y/n why she was asking and y/n had revealed that she was thinking of asking Emily to have a baby with her. Garcia had freaked out, jumping up and down in excitement. y/n had to stop her from running out of the room and shouting at anyone that her friend was getting pregnant. Once the blonde analyst had settled down, y/n took a breath and said, “Now Penelope. I know you’re excited but I’m just in the research stage which sounds calculated when I put it like that, I haven’t told Emily about this yet and I need to be sure I feel confident before I spring this on her. Could you please please, please not tell her?” Garcia nodded seriously and said, “My lips are sealed. I pinky promise.” y/n let out a sigh of relief. 

But as Garcia was faced with Emily now, it wasn’t as easy as telling y/n her secret was safe. It was threatening to burst out of her seams and she needed to come up with an excuse fast or risk losing a dear friend in y/n. Penelope cleared her throat and said, “Hey, Em. I kinda stayed up all night playing that game and well as you can see I’m running numbers for Stan’s team….” She gave her best pleading eyes that seemed to work on everyone. Prentiss let out a soft laugh and replied, “Alright, What flavor do you want grape, Cola, or orange?” Pen smiled brightly and said, “Orange, please. You are a lifesaver!” Emily patted her on the top of her blond head and said, “Well just hope Hotch or JJ doesn’t call a new case while I’m gone. You should get someone to install controls or something on your system at home to stop you from staying up twenty-four-seven.” Garica scoffed, looked at Emily’s retreating form, and said, “Baby, if anyone could crack into my harddrive, I’d let them.” As Emily moved out of the office and toward the 7-11 to get Penelope’s soda, she felt relieved. Not that she fully believed nothing was happening with y/n, but if the team hadn’t noticed anything, then, it made her feel better. Once Emily was out of sight, Penelope whipped out her phone and texted y/n: “Emily is asking questions, baby girl. I’d start thinking about asking her soon or she might find out what you’re doing.” 

The week moved by quickly with lots of paperwork for Emily and the start of a new campaign cycle for y/n who moaned about it as much as possible without being annoying to Em. It didn’t help that the senator y/n worked with had gotten themselves into another scandal that was rocking their office and party. When y/n was going on a rant about corruption on Friday night Emily hugged her from behind, kissed her temple, and said, “I’m sorry sweetheart. I know it’s annoying, but you're good at your job even if it’s a bad system. But that doesn’t make you bad.” y/n relaxed into Prentiss’s embrace. y/n let out a sigh and said, “I’m sorry for going off. I know it’s annoying.” Emily nuzzled her face into y/n’s neck to relax her further as she whispered, “Don’t apologize y/n. Work can be agonizing sometimes, I know that as much as anyone. If it bothers me I'll tell you. Now, how about we do something fun tomorrow? We could get brunch at that place we like in midtown. You know the place where you asked me out officially?” y/n’s face broke out into a smile and she said, “I’d love that Em. Sorry if I’ve been a little distant right now. I’ve been thinking about some things and I want to share them with you in the morning. It’s nothing bad or anything, but something I just want to discuss with you. You’re everything to me love, and I’m so happy we’re together.” Prentiss’s heart fluttered knowing that y/n was finally going to tell her what was going on. Her words were reassuring, that it ‘wasn't’ bad’ or ‘anything bad about her,’ but even so, her nerves sang inside as they both headed to bed. 

In the morning, y/n woke up slightly early for a Saturday and got into a hot shower. She washed her body in _y/f/s_ed body wash. She then moved to her hair and shampooed and conditioned it. Lastly y/n shaved so her legs were smooth. When she stepped out of the shower, Emily was up. y/n walked into their room in a towel, and Em looked up from the bed, Her brown eyes got wider and she said, “Well, good morning, love?” y/n smiled and said, “Morning sweetheart.” y/n dropped her towel, and lazily crawled on the bed. Emily followed her with her eyes and her tongue slipped out of her mouth and wetted her lower lip subconsciously. y/n grinned and moved over Emily’s body and kissed her gently at first and then with more passion. Em snaked her hands around y/n’s hips. Once y/n’s tongue was slipped into Emily’s mouth, her fingers moved to y/n’s hair and tugged it gently at the root. After y/n and Prentiss were desperate for air, y/n pulled away and moved onto her knees before saying, “Maybe we should get dressed or we’ll miss brunch sweetheart.” Emily whined and said, “Do we have to?” y/n laughed and replied, “I think so. I’m in need of a good mimosa and waffle. Plus, we can get right back to this when we get back if we want.” Emily sat up and brushed her thumb over y/n’s jaw before saying, “Alright love. Give me a few minutes to get ready and we can go. It’s good if we go sooner though because you know how crazy that place gets after 11:00.” y/n nodded in agreement as she moved to the closet to pick out a spring dress and some matching jewelry while Emily used the bathroom and vanity to get ready. Emily chose a pink jumpsuit that fit her curves perfectly and was strapless showing off her lovely shoulders and neck. 

y/n and Emily got to the restaurant before the big rush and were seated outside at a quiet corner table surrounded by a fence and hedge that gave the space a cool and calm feeling away from the bustle inside and the rush of cars outside. A waiter came and got their drink orders and while he was there, Emily and y/n also ordered pain au chocolat. Emily got a glass of white wine and y/n got a pomegranate mimosa, and they both got coffee. The lean man noted what they wanted and moved away. The wait time at this spot was longer giving people time to relax and talk. y/n looked at Emily wondering if she should start the conversation. Emily returned y/n’s smile, her face looking radiant in the glow of the midmorning sun. Prentiss shifted in her seat and said, “You’ve been looking so happy the last few days. Whatever it is you have to tell me I just want to say I’m so happy to see you like this. I wish every day could be like this. That there wasn’t the stress or worry of our jobs looming over us. But you make me feel safe and seen every day, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

Once Emily said the words aloud, the idea in her head sprang so full and bright that she felt like she might be bowled over by a small breeze. The idea had been there for a few months but she hadn’t planned it. Certainly hadn’t even dreamed of it being like this, but it felt so right. When she looked over at y/n who was clearly saying something, Emily thought for a brief moment that she might be looking at the sun, blinding it it’s light and radiance. Prentiss cleared her throat and mind and finally heard y/n repeat, “Are you alright darling? You were in your own world there for a second.” Emily nodded now knowing what she was going to do and said, “Yeah I’m good. I just had an idea. So I suppose I have something to tell you too. But you go first. What was it you were wanting to tell me today that you’ve been so secretive about?” y/n blushed and felt better now that they both were going to say something, though she had no idea what Emily had up her sleeve. y/n replied, “Well why don’t you go first.” Prentiss shot back teasingly, “No you first.” They repeated this one more time before they both blurted out at the same time: 

“I want to have a baby with you.” 

“I want to marry you.” 

When Emily and y/n both registered what the other had said they were stunned into silence. y/n felt her chest tighten with emotions that threatened to bubble over. She composed herself first and asked in awe, “Emily Prentiss, are you proposing to me right now?” Emily took a shallow breath in at what y/n had said about wanting a baby and y/n’s question and, she said, “I am, sweetheart. It just felt right right now. I don’t want to spend another day without you being mine in the most real way possible. Time just goes by so fast and as soon as we know it we’ll both be grey and have bad knees. We’re both gone so often from each other so I’d like you to be mine if you’re willing to be. y/n, will you marry me?” Emily got out of her chair and onto one knee. Again she was glad they were in a quieter part of the restaurant. y/n nodded her head yes and fell to her knees next to Em embracing her in a hug and saying, “Yes, Oh of course I will. I love you so much, I want my whole life with you.” They both stayed there for a moment on the brick floor before Emily raised her head from y/n’s shoulder wiping her own eyes of the salty liquid at her corneas before pulling back and helping y/n to her feet. They hugged properly with a tight embrace that said they would never be apart for longer than they had to be, and even when they were apart, they would still be together. Em pulled back and said, “I’m sorry I don’t have a ring for you, but it just felt right to ask you now. I promise I’ll get you one that’s just perfect.” y/n smiled and said, “I know whatever you pick out will be perfect love.” She leaned in and planted her mouth on Emily’s and they both let go of each other with a feeling of lightness and ecstasy that neither had expected this morning in bed. Just as they both sat down, the waiter returned with their pastries and drinks on a tray. He set all the plates and glasses down and said he’d be back in a bit to see if they needed anything else. 

Once he had gone, y/n and Emily raised their glasses to their engagement and y/n said, “To the best fiance I could ever ask for!” As they clinked glasses Em added, “And to my favorite person in the whole world.” They both took sips of their drinks and what y/n had said resurfaced to the front of Prentiss’s mind after the euphoria of y/n saying yes to her proposal dimmed slightly. Em leaned forward and asked, “y/n you want to have a baby?” y/n flushed and nodded sheepishly. Suddenly talking to Emily about this made her feel nervous. With a steadying breath y/n replied, “Not just a baby Em. I want to have your baby. I’ve been researching reciprocal IVF. Looking up what the procedure is like for both parties, how expensive it is, and where there are clinics nearby that we could visit and consult with. I even went as far as talking to some people who’ve done it before to see how their experience was for them. That’s what I’ve been researching for the last few weeks. And I know this sounds so fast. Like I’m rushing. I don’t mean to pressure you into making a choice now or next week or month or even year. I just want you to know that I’d love to build a life with you. A life that might include children in the future if that’s something you're interested in. I just wanted to have all the facts I could about what that would possibly be like before springing something this big on you” Emily absorbed the information and took a sip of her drink. She said with a smile, “Look at you doing your research. Not that you don’t research, but I think we’re rubbing off on each other. You’re making me more comfortable in making big moves like proposing while I’m making you research a topic as much as possible.” y/n laughed and said, “Well, I guess that makes us pretty compatible, huh.” Emily chuckled and continued to think about what y/n had just said. 

It wasn’t something they had talked about recently, but children was a topic of discussion they had had and it made Emily relieved to know that y/n left that secure in their relationship that it was something she was seriously thinking about. Now that they were engaged, it only made more sense, even though y/n couldn’t have known that coming into today. For a moment Emily pictured y/n cradling their baby, and then a toddler running around their apartment, and the child grown up and going off to school. Prentiss pulled herself from the film playing in her head. As lovely an image as it was, it was a lot to think about. She lifted her eyes up to y/n’s nervous gaze. Prentiss moved her right hand to y/n’s and held it across the table saying, “I think that’s a beautiful idea y/n. It is a lot to think about. I do appreciate that you’re comfortable enough to tell me something that’s really important to you. Would you mind if I give it some time to think through?” y/n squeezed Emily’s palm and replied, “Take all the time you need love. There’s no rush.” Prentiss felt a surge of warmth move through her not associated with the fact that she was sitting in the sun. Having someone as passionate and who understood her so well was the best thing that could have happened to her. Emily did wonder if something had prompted y/n into her desire for children. She’d never been one to have baby fever before now and the shift was interesting to her. 

Emily watched y/n sip her drink and relax in her chair a bit. Prentiss asked, “Sweetheart, what sparked your desire for kids if anything? Or did it just sort of happen?” y/n sighed and said, “It’s been coming for a while I think, but things have made it speed up for me I suppose.” Emily nodded her head as if to say, “Keep going, love.” y/n placed her palms flat on the table and continued, “I guess that so much crazy stuff has been happening in the country recently. I know you know that. We both do as we work in the government, but the upturning of Roe V. Wade and all the crazy abortion bans popping up all over the place. I suppose I just don’t want to be too late. Like one day we both decided it was time and by then we didn’t even have that option. I don’t mean to sound melodramatic or to push you in any way, we have time, it’s just made me prioritize some things in my life that I hadn’t given too much thought to before now. I mean if Alabama can almost stop IVF then I’m afraid of what might come after that. I suppose having a child became more important to me the more things like that happen here.” 

Emily gave a soft smile, she could more fully see where y/n was coming from and it made sense with her personality. Em moved her hand across the table and stroked her cheek gently before saying, “That makes sense darling. I’m going to have to think about it for a while before we do anything, but maybe when we get home, you can tell me a bit more about the process, and the cost. If we commit to something like this we’re going to need to be saving for some time.” y/n chuckled and said, “Take all the time you need darling. We can save money for that and a wedding too.” Emily paused and said, “Do you mind if I don’t tell the team right away about the engagement? I just want to get a ring and have it be a bit more put together because once I tell them, we’re going to be swamped with questions from JJ, Garcia, and Rossi.” y/n snorted and covered her mouth at how accurate Emily was. She could picture that conversation happening and how Garica would pounce on Em and then how she’d get ten calls for Penelope and then some texts and another call from Dave congratulating her. Since y/n had gotten to know the team more, Rossi had become a father figure which made her heart warm. y/n replied, “Yes, of course sweetheart. That will be a day to remember. Almost as exciting as getting to say yes to you Mrs. Prentiss.” 

Shortly after this their waiter came back and got them a second round of drinks and they ordered some plates to share. The weekend flew by as always, and Emily showed up at Quantico with an excited air about her. The team slowly rolled into the bullpen on work days like they normally did. Em and JJ passed through security at the same time, and JJ who was now very pregnant asked Prentiss, “You seem preoccupied today. Is something up?” Emily tried to stay cool and said, “Nope, well apart from the fact that y/n and I had a late night last night.” Em gave JJ a wink and JJ shot her a sly smile replying, “Well that would make you pretty tired I suppose.” Emily laughed and the two women moved up to their floor. Prentiss hadn’t been lying about y/n and her last night. They’d spent a few pleasurable hours both in the shower and the bed solidifying their bond. Telling one truth and omitting two others felt better than a flat-out lie. Emily was a mix of emotions today and it did make her feel and perhaps look different which she was trying to hide. She was incredibly happy about the unofficial engagement but nervous about y/n’s question. It was more than a question, it was a whole new part of their life if they pursued it. Emily spent a good deal of the morning telling Spencer and Penelope that nothing was wrong and that she was fine but tired. Even Aaron gave her a look saying that he knew something was up. But Hotch didn’t always have the time for gossip and he trusted and knew Em enough that if she was having a serious problem, she could come to him anytime night or day. By lunch time, Prentiss felt a little bit more emotionally drained than she had coming into work. She hardly noticed Derek sneak in behind her to use the microwave when her leftover pasta was finished reheating. 

Morgan said over the hum of the microwave, “So you told Spence and Garcia everything is fine and you gave Hotch that look that it’s all cool and they left you alone, but you're one of the most put-together people on the team and something is off. Keeping secrets is a burden and I’d think you’d like at least one person to know what’s playing in your mind on repeat. Listen if we go on a case or something then it might make you slower. Would you please tell me what’s going on? I won’t tell anyone else. You know I’m also good at keeping a secret.” Derek’s appearance startled Emily, and she jumped at his first few words but calmed quickly as she listened more intently to what he was saying. She bit the inside of her lip. The problem was she knew Derek was right and somehow that bothered her. However, Morgan would be as good a person to tell as any. Their bond was strong, but not as interwoven as the rest of the team. And he was good at keeping quiet. Prentiss deflated slightly and decided to be honest with Derek saying, “Okay but this stays between us, please?” Morgan nodded his consent and indicated for Em to continue. Emily thought of the proposal but knew the issue that was bugging her was what she should say. Finally, she stated, with a slow caution, “y/n wants to have a baby with me.” 

That response was far from what Derek had been expecting, and he blinked a few times just to ensure he’d heard correctly. Slowly a smile crept to his face replying, “That’s amazing, Em!” Emily nodded lightly and Derek was confused as to why she wasn’t showing the same joy he was. He cleared his throat lightly and asked, “Do you not want that Emily?” Prentiss let out a long sigh and said what she’d been thinking about since last night: “I do think I want kids in time. And y/n and I have talked about that before now. We talked about it before we became serious.” Derek was confused by her hesitation and asked, “Is y/n like, rushing you into this?” Emily nodded no and replied, “No not at all. She knows me too well for that. She did a bunch of research beforehand and told me there wasn’t any rush. And also that if kids wasn’t something I was interested in she and I could talk about it.” This reply left Derek even more confused and he scratched the back of his head. Finally, Morgan asked, “So, why are you upset exactly?” Em came out with it and said, “What if I’m a bad mom? I can see y/n being the most loving and caring parent in the world, but my track history with my mother just doesn’t indicate that I’m going to be that competent a parent.” 

When Emily got to the point of contention, Derek couldn’t help but chuckle, and Prentiss lightly slapped his board arm and said, “Don’t laugh at me, Morgan.” Derek managed to stop his chuckling and say, “I’m mainly laughing at your wording, Em. I don’t think any parent would say they are ‘competent.’ And if you’re going to question me on that, ask Hotch if he thinks he’s a competent parent with Jack or JJ with her baby. I swear no one has it all figured out.” Emily was still hesitant and Derek continued, “Emily no matter what you decide it’s going to be the right thing. I know you and y/n won’t jump into anything, but if you ask me, I think you’ll make a fantastic parent.” Emily could tell that Morgan was no longer joking and she asked, “Why do you say that?” She was genuinely curious to hear how he would answer. Morgan leaned against the wall and replied, “Well you could just call it intuition, but the other sign to me is how in tune with yourself and y/n you are. You notice things about everyone, especially y/n. If you decide to have a kid together that will be the most loved child ever. You may not have it all figured out, but with how much you care about each other, I know you and y/n will figure out the rest. You’ll be a great Mom Em.” Emily felt her heart warm slightly and the original image of a child running around her and y/n’s apartment, or the park, or a variety of other idyllic scenes came back in a rush. She knew this wasn’t always going to be the reality, but she felt encouraged and replied to Morgan, “Thanks, Derek. I appreciate that. And thanks for letting me ramble.” Derek smiled again and was happy to see Emily happy. He said, “You got it Em. And my lips are sealed.” Emily felt much better the rest of the day having one person know what she was thinking about. It helped so much that after she had talked about it, she found it much easier to work. 

It was a few weeks later as Prentiss had found the right ring for y/n, and she and y/n had talked about breaking that set of news to the team that Emily came up behind y/n who was standing at the kitchen counter. Prentiss hugged y/n gently from behind and said softly in her ear, “y/n, I want to try. I want to try for a baby with you.” y/n froze and then turned around slowly in Emily’s arms and said, “Really?” Emily nodded and replied, “Really baby. I want some time before we go for it, but I want to be with you.” y/n felt her eyes well with tears of happiness. Her life had felt so empty and barren before she met Emily. Now life felt so full. She was getting married to the best woman ever, and they were planning a family. A lot was yet to come in their journey, but for now, everything was perfect. As the tears started rolling, y/n mouthed, “I love you so, so much Emily,” as she leaned in with her tear-stained face and kissed Em with all the love she could give. Emily wrapped her arms around y/n and kissed her back. Yes, time went quickly, but together they would make the most of every minute there was between them and the family they were planning.

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Heeeey!! I love your posts very much and it is my first request, sooo… sorry if I do something wrong! ❤️

Can you please write about tft141 men and partner with vaginismus? I read about it only ones and I so love the idea. thank you in advance! ❤️

Hi anon! So sorry it took so long to get to this ask. I have a lot in my inbox to clear.

I think the 141 boys would be super sweet about it tbh. They'd definitely find other ways to pleasure you if penetrative sex hurts too much.

warnings: afab! fem reader, vaginismus, oral sex f! receiving, thigh fucking

Johnny I think would be the most creative tbh when it comes to his partner having vaginismus. He doesn't want to hurt you, so he'd be more than happy to find other ways to have fun with you. He'd definitely love to thigh fuck you, rubbing his cock against your bare pussy, hitting your clit perfectly. Thigh fucking would be his favorite way to get the both of you off. It's a win win. He gets to fuck your thighs and cum all over them, and you get to cum from his thick cock rubbing against your clit. He'd love thigh fucking you in doggy, or from behind against a wall. It's just so fucking hot to him. He loves your thighs and would love seeing you in cute thigh highs or garters all bent over for him so he can pound into the soft, tight squeeze of your thighs.

"Fuck bonnie keep 'em just like that. Look at how wet your thighs are fuck. Little cunny makin' a mess of 'em hm? Can slide right in. Cute fuckin' thighs squeezin' me so good."

Gaz wouldn't mind fucking your thighs either. He loves it too. He would like when you fuck him with your thighs just as much though, rocking your hips back and forth on him until he shoots his cum all over you. And don't even get him started on tit fucking my god. That makes him lose his mind. But his favorite would be pussy jobs from you. Rubbing his cock back and forth against your slit with your legs spread apart for him makes the two of you cum so hard from how hot it is.

"Yeah sweetheart that's it. Feel good sliding against that little clit hm?"

Price's specialty is eating you out. He locks his hands in place over your hips to keep your hips from bucking up as he tongue fucks your clit. He looks up at you with his soft eyes and his beard tickles the soft skin of your inner thighs so nicely that you can't help but squirm. Every chance he gets his mouth is on your pussy clothed or not. You'll be fresh out of the shower, just put on a t shirt and some panties and as you bend over to pick up your towel he's on his knees burying his face in your pussy from behind, gripping your thighs so you don't move. Your front falls onto the bed and he takes the opportunity to spread your legs more.

"C'mon darling open these pretty legs for me. Lemme lick this cute little pussy." He says with his face pressed into you, words muffled in your covered mound and thighs and you open your legs a little more for him. He licks you through your thin cotton panties not even bothering to move them out the way and he makes you cum so hard from his tongue licking and sucking over that perfect spot through your panties you need to change them again.

Simon loves to rub your clit with his fingers. He loves seeing how tiny your clit is compared to them. He thinks it's just so cute. On long road trips he's slipping a hand into your panties and rubbing your clit until you squirt in your pants for him. Or as you're watching TV together, and he sits you on his lap or between his thighs so he can play with your clit and tease your nipples. He loves eating you out too. You could be sitting at the dining room table on your laptop or something and he'd slide under the table to throw your legs over his shoulders. Then he's eating you out, pushing your shorts and panties to the side so he can see your little twitching clit he loves so much. He'd pinch it with his knuckles, moving it side to side which brings you over the edge cumming all over his hand.

"Fuck lovie you're fucking throbbing for me. Such a cute little pussy. That's right cum for me baby."

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I need more intimate interaction between price and wife 😩 also just curious if in the future will there by any chance be a fic on the time of when price and wife saw each other that time where the 3rd baby was conceived? 🤞❤️

Rendezvous

John Price x fem!reader

Authors note: I have gotten about a half dozen requests for this. Ask and you shall receive! I’m also so bad at warnings when it comes to smut so please let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: Being deployed was never easy for Captain Price. That was until he found out you were working near by his base and willing to help him with some stress relief.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, p in v, swearing, oral, car sex, not edited, barley proof read.

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“Phone?”

“Check.”

“Passport?”

“Check.”

“Cigars?”

“John I’m not bringing you anymore. You need to quit.” You glanced up at the laptop sitting on your bed. John’s tired, handsome face was glowing on screen as he rolled his eyes at your comment.

“Let me have my vice.” His voice was deep and gruff.

“Absolutely not. I just want you to be healthy and live a long life. I’m still convinced the only reason your voice is so deep is from smoking so much.” You were complaining as you zipped your faded green suitcase up.

“Darling, how many times do I have to tell you. You don’t inhale a cigar. It’s all about the taste.” The tone of John’s voice came off frustrated but you knew him well enough that he was teasing you. He had trouble resisting poking fun or trying to get a rise out of you.

“Oh, how interesting.” You said sarcastically. “Does it cause oral cancer too?” Your words had John’s face dropping into a deadpan expression.

“Someone’s prickly.” John mumbled into the microphone of his white earbuds. He had not realized you heard him. Going slightly wide eyed when you narrowed your eyes at him.

“I am prickly. Do you think the kids are going to be okay with both of us gone?” You huffed out. Moving to sit cross legged on the bed in front of your very old laptop.

“You’re only going to be away for two weeks. I promise they’ll survive.” John tried to reassure you.

No amount of comfort or kind words were going to quell the anxiety you felt. This would be the first time you left your children home without either parent. John had always been home when you went on past digs which helped but now both of you were going to be thousands of miles from your children but ten miles from each other.

“My dad is going to spoil them rotten.” You rubbed your face with both hands.

“Don’t you already do that.” John quipped.

“You know if you keep this up I’m not going to meet you at the grimy bar on Thursday.” You snapped back with an empty threat.

“You’re bluffing.” The challenging tone of John’s voice had you sigh in defeat. Falling backward into the soft pillows and staring up at your ceiling.

“Try me Captain Price.” You challenged getting a deep chuckle from your husband.

“If you spread your legs I’d have quite the view.” John whispered into the microphone, his voice low and commanding. A smug grin spread across your face. Propping yourself up on your forearms you did as John asked revealing the pink silk panties you had on under his baggy shirt.

“Fuckin’ hell. Pull em’ to the side.” John ordered. An almost animalistic growl rumbling from his chest.

“Nope! You can wait.” You giggled out. Snapping your legs back together and sitting up. You watched as John groaned in disappointment and sank back into his chair. Slouching significantly and rolling his head back to rest on the back of the chair.

“Little minx.” John mumbled. You could tell by the way his shoulder flexed he was palming at the growing problem in his trousers.

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“You sure you don’t want a drink, Indy?” Your boss Sampson asked.

You were sat at the bar of an old rundown military pub with your face shoved in a stack of papers. You could tell it was old due to how sticky the floors were and the faded artwork that hung around. It was dimly lit making the stained green bar stools look a putrid color. The mirror behind the bar was shattered in some spots from thrown beer glasses and bar fights.

There was a group of rowdy men dressed in military fatigues playing darts and getting wasted. When you first came in you wondered if they were under your husbands command. One tried to approach you since you were the only woman in there and you told him to get lost.

Glancing over you looked at Sampson who was staring at you and looking rather annoyed. That’s when you realized he had asked you something.

“What?” You asked with a bit of a dumb look on your face. You had been so engrossed in your work you had not heard him.

“Want a drink?” Sampson asked again.

“Uh, yeah I’ll have a vodka soda please.” You smiled at the bartender and went back to your work.

“You ever heard of relaxing? It’s our time off have a couple drinks, play some pool, have fun. Oh wait, you might not know what that is. Fun is when y-“

“Okay, okay I get it. I’ll put my work away.” You lightly chuckled. Slipping the stack of papers into your leather satchel, you gave a quick ‘thank you’ to the bartender as he set your drink down.

“The others are going to be here soon. Think we should take the pool table before those guys do?” Sampson was talking to you again but you were to distracted to listen.

The door of the sleazy bar swung open and in stepped Captain John Price, your husband. You swore he had never looked so handsome before dressed in camouflage pants, a fitted army green quarter zip, dusty boots, and his signature hat. All those memories of the first time you met came flooding back. With your heart caught in your throat a shiver of excitement ran up your spine. Paying no mind to your boss you got up from your seat to go greet John.

“Where are you going?” Sampson hissed becoming annoyed at your lack of acknowledgment.

“To go have fun since you don’t think I know how to do that.” You quipped. Turning and giving him a cheeky grin as you downed your drink in one go.

John’s eyes had fallen on you the moment he stepped into the pub and god, were you beautiful. Those blue jeans hugged your legs and ass so perfectly and the tank top under your flannel you didn’t bother buttoning showed off your cleavage. Internally John was smug knowing you wore a push-up bra to see him and kept your hair down because you knew he loved seeing you all natural. He kept a stoic expression, having to fight off the tug of a smile. The men playing darts knew him well enough and John did not want them knowing his wife was here. John held his breath as to not chuckle while he watched you chug your drink.

With way too much pep in your step you approached John. Sampson calling after you and asking where you are going. Not wanting to be recognized John opened the door for you to follow him outside which you did quickly. It was obvious to you that your husband would want to avoid anyone he knew seeing you two together. The cool air tingled your warm skin as your worn boots connected with the asphalt.

“Don’t you look absolutely divine.” John’s low gravely voice sounded in your ear. His hot breath ghosting your skin and setting your hair on end. Turning, you attempted to throw yourself into his arms but he stopped you. His large muscular arm looping around you and guiding you to the truck only a few yards away. You pouted, a proper hello did not feel like too much to expect but knowing John it would be a bad idea to push your luck.

“John.” You whined giving him your best puppy dog eyes. You watched a crack appear in John’s resolve, his eyes flashing down to your cleavage. Seeing you act so innocent and desperate for a simple kiss and hug had his pride and ego swelling in his chest.

“Get in the truck we’ll have a proper hello in a few minutes.” John was quick to open the door for you and extend his hand to help you into the truck.

As you sat you felt a firm almost painful pinch to your bottom. With mouth agape you stared at John wide eyed for being so cheeky and finally you saw the first genuine smile from him. Before you could playfully scold him the door slammed and he was marching to the drivers side. That smile from seconds ago was gone and replaced by an expressionless one. Biting your lip you decided to stay silent waiting for John to feel comfortable enough to break out of his military persona.

Once he had pulled out and down a dimly lit road you watched his stoic nature dissolve. His hand found your thigh and squeezed it to get your attention. Taking your eyes away from the scenery you gave John the widest smile he had ever seen.

“Missed you, darling.” John took his eyes off the road. His hand on your thigh moving to brush the stray hair out of your face.

“Not sure about that.” You teased, your words holding little weight.

“Don’t be bratty.” It wasn’t so much of a warning but more of John politely asking for your sweetness in these moments.

“Who me?” John only rolled his eyes as your words. Pulling the truck down a secluded path and off to the side so it would be hidden. Killing the engine the lights flickered off leaving the pair of you in darkness. The only light being the misty glow of the moon peaking through the tree tops.

“Come here.” John ordered. He threw an arm over your shoulder and pulled you closer. Without hesitation you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him back tightly. His large hands were splayed on your back as he placed a soft lingering kiss to your shoulder.

Catching up did not take to long. You and John falling into normalcy almost instantly. It just took privacy and some reassuring words that if he was feeling uptight you understood. He was deployed after all and you could only imagine what that stress was like for him.

John had just gotten back from a hostage situation the day prior and it did not go to plan. No one was killed but a few were injured and it weighed heavy on the Captain. John ended up opening up fully after a few minutes of silence and you lightly caressing his back. Telling you how exhausted he had been feeling. How sleep kept eluding him and nightmares were all he could dream of. The thought that he was missing Evelyns daddy daughter dance and Jj’s championship match only making him feel like a failure.

You stayed quiet and let John pour out his heart in the darkness of the truck cabin. Once he was done John felt like a weight had been lifted off him and it was all due to the comfort and sense of value you gave him. That no matter what he felt you would sit there judgment free and just let him get it all off his chest. It was one of the reasons why he loved you so dearly.

“The thing I want more than anything is to lay in our bed, put on a movie, and let the kids cuddle up between us. Hell I’d even let Molly on the bed.” John smiled weakly. A melancholy look dancing across his face as he thought of your children and dog waiting for him at home. The bags under his eyes were darker than normal and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed deeper.

“Hm, what if I told you that you could have more than that when you get home?” You smiled softly. Hand still resting on John’s should as you rubbed the tense and sore muscles.

“What more could there be?” It made your heart swell seeing the stress melt away if only partially from your husband.

“I could pamper you and treat you right. Dote on you, make your favorite dinner and dessert, I’d even agree to let you take us all camping.” You spoke softly. John’s lips turned up at the corners. Taking your left hand John kissed the back of it and began to play with your wedding ring.

“Now taking the lot of you camping sounds perfect.” The gravely tone of his voice was such a comfort to hear as he whispered against your skin.

“Well, I promise we can do that the first weekend you’re home.” You both wore matching smiles.

“You’ve made me feel worlds better, darling.” John’s words were hushed as he leaned over the center console. His hand moving to cup your jaw, eyes searching yours and seeing the rest of his life in them. Leaning forward your lips met. The love between you two sent sparks flying as you kissed each other slowly and sensually. It felt other worldly to have your husband lips pressed against yours. Pulling away you breathed out a content sigh.

“I can keep making you fell better if you let me?” You’re words sparked curiosity in the stoic Brit’s mind.

“And how would you do that?” John asked.

His eyes darting down to your cleavage. This was your queue to seduce your husband. You wanted to take care of him, all parts of him. With chipped polished fingers your grasped the thin white tank top and slowly pulled the fabric along with your bra down. Exposing your breasts to John whose eyes darkened at the sight of your hard nipples.

“Cold?” He whispered, forehead resting against yours and bringing a hand up and cupping your breast gently.

“No, just horny.” You purred.

Reveling in the way John groaned and began to fondle your breasts. Massaging them, tweaking your nipples, then burying his face in the valley. John nipped and sucked marks into the swell of your breasts. Pushing them together so they practically suffocated him. His rough beard left your skin red and burning, little sighs and moans falling from your tongue at how amazing John’s lips felt against you.

No words were exchanged after that. You and John were on the same page and ready to have your way with the other. Johns hands grasped your hips, hoisting you over the center console so you could straddle his lap.

With no hesitation you took your seat and spread yourself over his thick thighs. Grinding down, you could feel his cock through his trousers. It was all happening so fast and you laughed as John was already unfastening his belt, clearly blinded by lust to notice you were staring.

Staring, at his desperate face, twisted in excitement. Fumbling with his belt like he was about to get exactly what he wanted. John pushed his trousers and boxer briefs down in one fluid motion, letting his cock spring free. Looking up John saw you looking down at him with a pitiful expression.

Then the reality came crashing down. John had seen you like this before. That look of pity and amusement before you toyed with him. Like a cat who had just corned her dinner. You sat in his lap, jeans still fastened to your waist. Reaching down you grasped John’s cock firmly and began to stroke at a painstakingly slow pace. By the way John’s jaw dropped and he choked out a breath you knew this was the first touch he had let himself enjoy for awhile.

“Haven’t jerked off?” You asked pumping his way to thick cock. Leaning down slightly and spitting on the swollen head.

“Haven’t h-“ throwing his head back John let your hand continue to move over his painfully hard cock.

“Use your words.” The sly grin on your face was ignored as your husbands hips involuntarily bucked upward.

“Haven’t had time.” John’s voice sounded so even and normal you knew he mustered up all his strength to say it. To sound confident and self assured like any Captain in the military should and not let you run away with control.

Pushing back you unbuttoned your jeans and started to push them down. Because you were straddling John’s waist it would be a headache to get them off. John was too drunk off the idea of your pussy he was not making the best decisions. Grasping your hips and hoisting you up in the air a few inches off of him. It gave you the room to wiggle out of the skin tight jeans and push them down to your knees.

John smirked seeing your pelvis exposed and neatly trimmed. What neither of you were expecting was his grip to slip and for your ass to fall backward full force into the car horn. The sudden blaring sound made you shriek and leap forward pinning John against the driver seat and your breasts shoved into his face. You grabbed the back of the head rest forcing your body forward and winced at the feeling of John’s jagged chin shoved into your solar plexus.

The laughter that filled that car was one of embarrassment and delight. This would be something you joked about later, your ass being so big it set off a car horn. John did not mind you leaning forward to avoid the steering wheel. This meant having your tits shoved in his face, holding you there, suffocating him as you shimmied out of your jeans. John kissed and sucked on any exposed flesh he could latch his bearded face on to. With one last awkward twist of your body you had your jeans off and threw them into the back seat of the truck.

With huffed laughter you both moved in tandem. It was far from the first time you rode John as he sat in the drivers seat. The only thing that differed was it was a military grade truck not John’s truck with a bench seat. It took a second for you to position yourself comfortably over John’s cock. Accidentally knocking your bare thighs against his very hard and aching member as you found a comfortable position to sit.

It seemed like nothing would be sustainable so you took one leg, hoisted yourself up and put a foot right next to Johns hip. Now perched in a half squat, you had the leverage you needed to bounce up and down. Grasping on to the handle by the drivers side door you smiled sweetly down at your husband.

John had been staring at you dumb struck this whole time. His eyes flickering between your exposed breasts, pretty pussy, and you hovering over his aching cock.

“Please.” John begged.

“Lean back.” You ordered trying to search for the handle on the driver side seat. You could hear John’s hand fumbling around to find the lever so he could lean the seat back.

That was when suddenly his whole upper body fell backward so fast your arms gave out with it and you gasped sharply. John’s head slammed into the cushioned seat head and you tried to catch yourself. You fell forward with your husband, shoving your hands into his burly covered chest to brace yourself. John coughed out a laugh at the sudden forceful movement the both of you giggling at how hard the fall was and then getting back to business.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I need you, love.” John growled out. Laying on his back and staring up, you looked ethereal in the glow of the moonlight. It’s soft beams highlighting your beautiful features and making your body look absolutely divine. To this day he still did not understand how he was so lucky.

“You want me that bad?” You sighed out trying to place your hips over John’s bobbing cock.

“Fuckin’ hell Y/N! Just ride me.” John grunted out, hands grabbing your hips harshly and pulling you over his lap.

“Yeah?” You teased.

A sly smile spreading across your lips. John looked desperate and needy for you. His chest already heaving and pupils blown with lust. His eyes were locked on your pretty glistening cunt, his hand moving from your hip so he could rub sloppy circles over your clit with his thumb. You sighed out in pleasure, titling your head back. John had half a mind to pull you all the way up and have you sit on his face but he needed you wrapped around him more than anything at the moment.

“For fu-“ the words fell off as soon as John attempted to scold you. A chocked and breathy moan leaving him.

You sank down on John’s incredibly hard, thick, and swollen cock. Breathing through your nose you gathered any resolve you had as you took all of him. Being filled to the brim like this was only something your husband was capable of doing. Knees shaking slightly and thighs quaking you took a breath. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing what his cock was doing to you.

Ignoring the painfully amazing stretch and moans fighting to get out of you, you started to roll your hips. Grinding down on Johns thick cock so you could enjoy how it felt being so full. You started a quick pace. Grabbing onto the handle right above the driver side window you found the perfect balance to ride John.

Bouncing up and down quick and steady, your ass smacked into his partially covered thighs. John felt like he was in a porno with how talented you were above him. You realized you had never rode John so well and you loved watching his face twisted in pleasure as you fucked yourself down on to him. Feeling a sense of pride you continued to bounce quickly, placing your hands on his chest so you could lean forward slightly giving him a better view of your tits.

John was moaning shamelessly as his blue eyes flickered between the sight of your cunt swallowing his heavy cock and your tits bouncing mere inches from his face. All John could do was grip your thighs with bruising force as you rode him mercilessly. The sounds you were making were to much for John to handle, his self control slipping away quickly.

“S-slow down.” The way John begged had you picking up the pace. His words had your cunt clenching around him.

“Gonna cum already? We’ve only just started.” The teasing tone was one John knew all too well. This wasn’t the first time you said those words but tonight the only difference was you were right. John squeezed his eyes shut trying to focus and think of something else.

“Fuck! I’m s-orry” John moaned out loudly, head rolling back. His calloused hands moving from your thighs to your hips to keep you from moving. With a sharp thrust upward John buried himself deeply inside you and came without warning. He was so embarrassed that he could barley focus on the pleasure tearing through his quaking body.

“Did you just?” You were taken aback. You two had only been at it for less than five minutes. If you were honest it felt like it was only a minute or two. No where near as long as it usually lasted or was needed to get you off.

“I’m sorry.” John huffed out. His breath ragged and chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. You weren’t upset at all, just surprised and a little proud of yourself. It made your chest tight to see the way John avoided your eyes, a look of embarrassment washing over his bearded face.

“Hey, it’s totally okay.” You tried to reassure your husband. Still sitting in his lap with one leg raised, his softening length beginning to slip out of you along with his spend.

“No, it’s not.” John grumbled still avoiding your concerned gaze.

“J-“ your words were cut off as his Nokia flip phone began to buzz in the cup holder.

“Bloody hell.” John looked frustrated as he moved to rest on his forearms. Grabbing the phone he put a finger over his lips silently telling you to stay quiet. You moved only slightly so you were straddling his lap and watched as he answered the phone, flipping it open and pressing it to his ear.

“What?” John barked down the line. There was a few seconds of silence as whoever called spoke.

“I’ll be back soon.” There was no need for any goodbyes as John snapped his work phone shut. With a heavy sigh through his nose John laid back down and stared at the trucks ceiling. His hands coming to rest on your bare thighs as his thumbs rubbed comforting circles over your burning skin.

“I’m sorry, darling. This is far from what you expected.” John spoke with his eyes still fixed on the roof.

“John it’s fine. I mean it.” Again you were trying to quell his anxiety of cumming too quick.

“I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. Same spot, same time.” Moving slowly John sat up and wrapped his strong arms around your waist. Hugging you tightly to his chest and burying his face in the crook of your neck. The humiliation he felt burned hot in his chest and all he could do was try and make it up to you another day. Duty called and he needed to drop you off and be on his way.

“Promise?” You whispered sweetly into his ear and gave him a firm kiss to his temple.

“Promise. Now get dressed I have to get a move on.” The pink tint was still dusting over your husbands cheeks.

Moving awkwardly you got off John’s lap you slid into the passenger seat. He handed you some napkins to clean yourself up. As you reached into the back to put your jeans back on John moved the back rest of his seat to be sitting up properly and fastened his trousers and belt. John chose to not talk about his poor performance and chatted with you about how work was going for you as he drove you to the bar. Kissing you sweetly when the coast was clear John stayed back and made sure you got into the pub safe and sound.

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Sitting by the window you found yourself in the sleazy military bar for the second night in a row. When you came back the previous night a few of your colleagues pressured you to tell them where you had gone. Brushing them off did not last long as Sampson revealed you went out with your husband.

Tonight would be the same and they seemed happy for you. Happy that after so much time apart you two were able to see each other even if it was for a limited amount of time. There was little teasing and they all kept it a secret for you, out of respect. No one back at camp needed to know and you appreciated them respecting your privacy.

You sat alone sipping on your drink as you waited for John to pull into the parking lot. He was a half hour late and it made you wonder if he would be coming at all. He was needed at a moments notice so you understood if he could not make it. It still hurt but you were going to keep that to yourself. No need in stressing him out more than he already was.

That was when his military grade truck pulled in and lurched to a halt in the middle of the lot. Quickly you grabbed your bag and waved goodbye to your colleagues. You jogged out to the truck and smiled widely as John leaned over the center console and threw your door open.

“Need a ride?” John had a grin plastered across his face. The stress from yesterday seemed to have been washed away. Leaving the man you fell in love with relaxed and back to his normal self.

“I don’t know, can you handle it?” You teased.

John chuckled darkly at your words. His eyes scanning your body as you hopped in, choosing to stay unbuckled. Johns mind went straight into the gutter seeing you in that powder pink sundress and jean jacket; instantly knowing you had dressed up just for him. You two looked like quite the pair. John’s in beige cargo pants and fitted army green long sleeve and you all dolled up. It was like two worlds had collided.

“Don’t you worry about that. I’ll have you screaming my name in no time.” John was cocky.

The confidence radiating off of him had you on the edge of your seat. You had been so incredibly needy since you saw him the previous night. That’s why you chose to wear this short little dress, it was in hopes to get John to fuck you until all you could remember was his name.

“Oh really?” You asked with an open mouthed grin. Slipping out of your jacket John checked you out from the corner of his eye. He quickly noticed you weren’t wearing a bra and loved how a single spaghetti strap had fallen off your shoulder.

Without hesitation John’s hand reached for you. Finger tips gliding from your knee, up your thigh and then under your skirt, cupping your cunt. You breathed heavy as your head lulled backward and rested against the headrest. The relief of having his worn hand on you was heavenly. John’s hand was cool against your burning skin. Fingers making a v shape as he massaged your lips and palm firmly pressed into your aching clit.

“No knickers?” The words came out as a deep growl.

John was ready to do every dirty little thing that popped into his head. Starting with shoving two digits into your tight heat. Letting out a surprised gasp your legs spread wider giving your husband full access. John shook his head in disapproval as he felt you not nearly wet enough. It stung and burned feeling the calloused pads of John’s finger tips scissoring you open. Retracting his hand you whined at the loss but were quickly shut up. Shoving his fingers into your mouth you turned to see a smug grin on John’s handsome face, his blue eyes fixed on the road.

“Get them nice and wet for me, darling.” The commanding words had you sucking on his thick fingers and rolling them over your tongue. John groaned and pushed them farther down your throat causing you to gag.

“Wish that was my cock don’t you?” John was clearly on some ego trip right now and you were loving it. Nodding your head eagerly you hummed around his digits. Seeing you so eager to take whatever he gave you had him feeling a sense of arrogance. Clearly you were desperate and he was ready to exploit that.

“That’s my girl.” John growled.

Taking his fingers from your mouth he brought his hand back down to your now sopping wet cunt and slid them in as deeply as they could go. A shameless moan left your parted lips and you rolled your hips at how good it felt. You had tried to touch yourself last night before you slept but were unsuccessful. Now being in the palm of John’s hand had your head spinning and the coil in your stomach beginning to tighten.

“Soaked from suckin’ my fingers. I really left you in the lurch last night.” You ignored John’s words not wanting him to lose confidence. John had chalked the previous night up to you riding him like a pro and the fact he had not gotten off in almost three weeks.

“Feels s’good, John.” You moaned loudly as his fingers curled and began to massage that squishy spot inside you. The warmth in your abdomen was spreading and you swore if John kept this up you’re whole body would catch fire.

“Hm, hop in the back. I’ll make it feel better.” That’s when you realized John had just killed the engine.

John had gotten you all the way out here and parked but you were to dumb at the moment to realize. Fingers still sheathed inside you, John was now turned and fully facing you. He pulled out for only a second and pushed back in after he repositioned his wrist. Moving you rested your back against the passenger door and spread yourself open for John’s hungry eyes to feast on. The sight of you red faced, doe eyed, and with his fingers fucking into you was delicious. You looked so innocent in your pink dress and John wanted to ruin you.

“What? This feel to good?” The teasing and mocking had just begun and you knew you were in for one hell of a night.

You nodded dumbly at your husband which only spurred him on. It felt too good. So good you were becoming embarrassed at the fact you were getting close from nothing but his fingers. The squelch of your cunt filled the still air as John finger fucked you at a ruthlessly fast pace. It made his arm ache but the sounds you were making were worth it.

“Fuck!” You half screamed throwing your head back and accidentally knocking it against the window. One hand was gripping the passenger seat while the other moved down and rubbed your needy clit. John was striking your g-spot with every quick and calculated thrust of his fingers, reducing you to a babbling mess begging him to keep going.

“Just like that!” The words came out choked as you felt that building sensation swell in your lower abdomen. It felt like you were about to burst at the seams.

“Cum on my hand.” John ordered and you obeyed like the good wife you were.

Being a moaning mess your eyes fluttered open wanting to look deep into John’s eyes as you came. You knew it would give him the biggest ego boost to watch you come undone from his fingers. The smug smile he wore and the thought of his mouth possibly being on you had you clenching tightly around his fingers as you came with his name falling from your lips. John groaned from deep in his chest as you kept eye contact while your cunt spasmed around his digits. He worked you through your orgasm and slowed down once he saw you had reached your peak and were finally coming down.

“Get in the back. I’m far from done with you.” John pulled his fingers from you and admired the mess you had made on his hand. You were still breathing heavy and your head was spinning so obeying his orders wasn’t as quick as it normally was.

Without warning you watched as John began to get out of the truck, his sticky wet fingers finding their way into his own mouth so he could have a taste. He sucked and licked his fingers as if he was cleaning them off after eating a rack of ribs. The sight had your thighs pressing together and a pathetic whimper rolling from your tongue. You pushed your skirt down and fumbled to get into the back seat. Eyes still locked on John as he swung the door open and you crawled into the back over the center console.

“On your back.” John ordered as he got back into the truck.

Listening immediately you laid down with your head a few inches from the door, attempting to give your much larger husband the room he needed. John was quick to push your skirt up and stare down at your bare cunt. Your cheeks reddened as you watched him examine you in almost a clinical way. Thumb finding one of your lips and spreading you open to get a better look. The desire from before had fluttered away and was replaced by pure determination. John had every intention of indulging himself later, for now his goal was to make you cum one more time. Make you feel just as good as you made him feel the previous night.

“What do you want, darling?” John needed to know exactly what you craved so he could give it to you. Let you tell him your every desire. John wanted you coming undone just as quick as he did.

“Fuck me, please.” The words came out as a shaky breath.

A devilish grin spread across John’s face making his mustache twitch in delight. The clink of his belt unbuckling was music to your ears. John grabbed the thigh you had bent and resting against the back rest and tugged your toward him. The motion had you gasping and made your dress bunch up around your waist. Looking down you watched John tug his pants and briefs down just enough to free himself. You felt exposed with your skirt flipped up like this and John staying completely clothed. His incredibly large cock was hard and standing at attention.

“Fuck, love. I need a taste first.” Dipping down John buried his face between your thighs.

Your hands shot forward grasping his hat and chucking it into the front seat so you could run your fingers through his short hair. John chuckled into your sweet folds as he basically made out with your pretty cunt. This was more for his pleasure than yours. He loved running his tongue from your entrance then up to your clit, planting sloppy open mouth kisses over the bundle. The feeling of your things fighting against his grip as you tried to trap his head. It was an absolute power trip to have you squirming and moaning all from the way he was sucking on your clit.

“Need you.” The words left your lips and died off as a moan ripped from your throat. John was flicking his tongue fast and rough over you.

“Such a pretty little thing.” John murmured as he pulled away. You went wide eyed as he spat on your glistening folds and then rubbed the saliva over your puffy clit. God, that was hot.

“John, pl-“

“No need to beg. I’ll fill you up and fuck you just how you like.” You whimpered at John’s sultry voice.

Heart rate sky rocketing as he positioned himself over you. One hand on the seat just above your head to keep himself balanced while the other cupped your breast through the fabric of your dress. Pulling down the straps John exposed your heaving chest to him. Dipping down and placing sensual kisses along your collar bone. Your dress was now pooled around your waist leaving you completely exposed besides your rib cage. You were painfully aware that John was fully dressed but for some reason you felt to meek to try and take off his long sleeve.

You jumped slightly feeling Johns swollen cock head nudge at your entrance. Reaching between your bodies as John continued to kiss and suck on your pert nipples you grasped his thick length. Tugging him forward, you guiding him into you. The pair of your moaned in unison as he sank into your warm wetness slowly.

Taking control back John swatted your hand away and pushed forward bottoming out. A strangled moan left you as you tried to adjust to his impressive size. The stretch burned and he was so deep you swore you could see him bulging from your tummy. Your hands were fisting Johns long sleeve shirt as he snapped his hips fast and hard into you. Giving you little time to adjust to his huge size John began pounding into you. You couldnt help the screams of pleasure that tore from your throat as his balls slapped into you ass. Your wetness coating his heavy balls making them stick slightly to his thighs. Bare skin rubbing and pinching against the cool leather seat beneath your sweaty body, you held your breath at the force of John’s thrusts.

“Take it.” John grunted through gritted teeth.

Hazy blue eyes fixed on the way your tits bounced as he fucked you hard and fast. It was desperate and dirty taking you like this in the back of his work truck. Getting to finally take out every bit of frustration he had on your tight cunt. His thrust were so powerful the truck began to lightly sway back and forth. The sound of metal lightly squeaking joining the sounds of your moans and skin slapping.

“Slow do-wn.” You stuttered out.

“Going to cum already, darling? We’ve only just started.” John mocked you, using your same words from the previous night.

“Cumming!” You practically screamed.

Back arching and going crossed eyed. The pleasure tearing through your body was white hot and so intense it took a moment to realize John had his tongue in your mouth attempting to quiet your loud moans. John had a smug grin plastered across his bearded face as he kissed you sloppily. The taste of tobacco and yourself on his tongue. It was gratifying reducing you to a sputtering, babbling, mess underneath him. Loving how your cunt tried to squeeze the life out of his pulsing cock.

“Still with me?” John purred in your ear. Placing wet kisses against your neck.

“Y-yes.” You whispered. Little grunts and pathetic whimpers being pushed out of you as John continued his brutal pace. Sitting up slightly John hoisted both of your legs up, catching them by the knees. He crossed them and pushed them down so you were folded in half with both knees thrown over one of his broad shoulders. The angle was rough stretching you out more than you were use to. You cried out at the intense pleasure and boarder like pain the feeling of overstimulation beginning to take over.

“Cum please” you begged head thrown back and hair a mess. John groaned deeply seeing you like this. Eyes screwed shut, mouth hanging open, body quaking and begging for him to finish. You looked so pretty all fucked out for him.

“Yeah, where do you want it?” John taunted. Moving only slightly to get better leverage. John was practically in a push-up position as he slammed into you with his whole body weight.

“Fuck! Inside me!” Your voice was high pitched as you held on to John’s shirt with knuckles turning white. Finally freeing his mind of lasting long and fucking you senseless John’s gaze darted down to watch his cock split you open. It never took long watching him stuff you with his meaty girth. The truck began to rock back and forth more violently as John fucked you the hardest he had in awhile. He was close watching you pant underneath him, hiccuping out your breath at each slam of his hips.

“God, I’m not going to be able to walk straight.” You whispered eyes fixed on where your bodies connected. Just the thought of you limping around from getting fucked so good was enough for John to lose his inabition. With an almost anamalistoc grunt John ground his hips against you and then with a single sharp thrust that had you yelping he buried himself inside your sore cunt. Releasing a harsh gasp and a slight higher pitched moan John shot thick white ropes into you.

“So, good.” John buried his face in your neck as he weakly rolled his hips.

“John, n-no more. Please.” You breathed out feeling weak. Your legs were shaking and your muscles ached from being bent in half.

“Let me clean you up.” John muttered kissing your swollen lips sweetly and allowing your legs to fall limply from his shoulder. You could only nod being absolutely exhausted and slightly dazed. John took a mental picture of you. Laying there, pretty pink dress bunched around your hips, tits out, and his cum leaking out of you and down your thigh.

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“You okay, Indy?” Sampson voice sounded from outside your tent.

“Uh, not really. I think I need to lay down for the day.” You peaked out seeing him staring at you with concern.

“What’s wrong?” He asked attempting to step in. You quickly waved your hand for him to stop.

“Girl problems.” You lied. The look on his face was one of horror. It was comical that just the mention of your period had him so flustered.

“Yeah of course. Feel better.” Samson’s cleared his throat and quickly retreated.

With a sigh you waddled slightly back into your tent. Staring at yourself in the mirror you shimmied out of you leggings to inspect the damage once again. Twisting slightly you winced as you took in the state of your inner thighs. There were two long bruises, one on each thigh that stretched from about four inches. You could literally see the impression of John’s hip bones etched in your body.

“Cheeky fucker.” You mumbled to yourself. Taking out your phone you snapped a few pictures. With a giddy smile you sent them to John with the caption. ‘Had to take today off because of your handy work.’

John responded a lot quick thank you were expecting. You rolled your eyes, and could hear his gruff voice in your head as you read his message.

‘You’re welcome, darling. I’ll make sure to leave more next week.’

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[pumpkinsy0]

can we get your hcs on papercut finding out tarry is a thing? please 😋

tarry should get engaged and only find out about papercut and them already being married bc they did it in las vegas months ago, they just dont wear the rings bc rings r uncomfy to them, i think

•out of the two i feel like tarry would b the one that happened first, just like papercut they waited a while before becoming official but they knew they had feelings for each other just didnt say it and acted on it MULTIPLE times, unlike papercut who just backed themselves out of it multiple times. however bc it happened w me and my sister w our own relationships and thinking about it still is very funny, i will also accept them getting together around the same time

•tim knew about pony and curly before darry did bc curly wouldnt keep his mouth shut up about finally getting w pony, after that tim went to darry n they both agreed to not tell pony and curly theyyyy were together, just for the fun of it

•if they were to actually b caught tho, it would b bc curly took his car and tim wanted it BACK!!! but he saw pony n curly making out. he COULD leave, he couldve, but the look on their faces when he tapped on the glass was so worth it

•feel like the only way tim and darry get caught was on separate occasions, tim and darry hook up at tims place and curly and angela have seen the guy walk out their front door, but tim says they were just talking, AND HES ON THIN ICE cause they do joke that they slept around but they dont have any proof so they gottaa let it sliddeeee🗣️🗣️🗣️

•next time was when pony caught tim w his arms around darry while darry was making dinner. very awkward rest of the day!!!! when darry could get pony alone and to promise he wont say anything to anyone else, u know what he did next??? tell curly “u wont believe what i saw man🫩🫩”. but then curly told pony what HE saw once and they put two n two together

•outside of pony, i dont see darry being open about the relationship, even w pony hes very hesitant to share what he already has. ponys somewhat the same too!!!

•in all honesty, its mostly darry and pony who r making this situation more “emotional” than it has to be, curly and tim at most think this is funny asf at “worst” wont care at all, maybe theyll go get a drink later, b smug about how 2 (two) curtis’ couldnt resist em or somethin. that is until one of em eventually makes a joke that their #lover secretly wants them too (bc they look the same) and the other is just disgusted n the whole moments ruined😒😒

•i dont see pony taking darrys warning about curly as seriously anymore, bc hes dating tim🤔🤔🤔that guys older brother🤔🤔🤔🤔that guy who is seen as way more dangerous🤔🤔🤔🤔that tim🤔🤔ok.

•curlys always trying to get them to b way closer than anyone else rlly wants to b, he asks WAY to invasive of questions and is the only one out of all 4 of em down for a double date just for funsies

•tim and curly r the type to blackmail each other over this one i cant lie

•darry is a tadddd invasive when it comes to ponys relationship and says to tim they should b setting an example for pony and curly but this is the one thing tim will get all up in arms about around this whole situation. this is like the one aspect of his life he doesnt need to b an older brother and he would loveee keeping it that way, implores darry to just do the same❤️

[gavv-hannah]

i am So Well about your kuon/hoeru stuff thank u for the food . do u have any........ headcanons or additions to their relationship , im curious to hear . we are such a small group of freaks (positive)

ahaha sorry when you said a small group I just imagined a group gathering at tea time talking about favorite brocon fics/HCs/happenings with one another. Does such commune of freaks exist in the toku fandom T_T)? If so let me iiiiiiiin *rattling cage bars*

Anyway,

Thank you thank youuu anon for enjoying my food!! This is my first sentai rodeo so im always worried about not drawing/depicting/characterizing/whatever-ing them so you and anyone else enjoying my gozyu stuff means a lot to meeeee T_T

Now i say that but um.. So all of these are exaggerated well enough to cater to my gozyu brocon needs LMAO so if its OOC..... i bow deeply to say sowwy

(thoughts, words, stuff below read more)

+ they're codependent. Back then, and even now (but Hoeru's growing out of it. Kuon isn't) idk what their home life is like to make them be like that tho so uhm *insert bullshit reason*

+ they have a skewed sense of what's normal/appropriate between brothers. Probably weren't reprimanded/corrected as kids so they just kept doing it. What's sweet as kids is kinda weird now as adults~ idk something like having no sense of personal space or boundaries.

I like this one cz i can just imagine hoeru sharing smth he did with kuon to the gozyu team and everyone's just in shock with their kind of brotherly love mmcmfmd

Very delusional scenario but if they still got along after reuniting as adults, they'd probably take baths together ❤️ Though hoeru's starting to mature so he'd probably say smth like how this is smth they shouldn't be doing but kuon coerces him to stay in the bath longer with him anyway~

Sorry really vague and no concrete examples (can't think of one for brothers-to-brothers, only for sisters-to-sisters mfmfmd) but you get my point right 🥹?

+ Kuon's feelings, worries, and thoughts abt his brother were warped to be super intense after the No One World abduction

examples:

- that thing where older siblings feel a little sad when they notice how much their younger sib is growing and starting to want to be independent -> warping to -> Kuon not wanting Hoeru to leave him AT ALL

- that familial love for your sibling -> sick kind of love and obsession for hoeru. ("Hoeru's my love, my hope, my puppet" uhm! Ok!! Whatever you say Mr. Freaky!)

- Younger siblings being your responsibility. You're their teacher, their second parent, their most available guide (eldest child in an Asian household things ❤️) -> Hoeru grew up to have beliefs that dont align with Kuon's. Kuon thinks he is misguided and wrong. He's the only one that can set him right.

+ As kids, Kuon's praises and sweet touches would be like liquid gold to hoeru. Even if they have a weird relationship now, I'm pretty sure if Kuon praised him, Hoeru would feel like putty inside. It's hard to break off from old wants 🫶

+ not an HC but do you know the whole thing the mom and daughter in EEAAO had? The daughter in the "Alpha universe" was pushed to the limit to be excellent that she became a nihilist and wants to destroy the universe. She seeks out for her mom in this one universe who is awful at everything because she has the greatest potential (the whole "you suck so much that you have nowhere to go but up" thing) and is the only one capable of foiling her universe-ending plans.

The womanfailure mom = Hoeru

The powerful nihilist daughter = Kuon

Do you see the vision? Mfmfmfmfmdmd

~~~

This got long sorry!!! I hope you got what you asked from me Anon Q_Q it's probably unoriginal lbr pretty sure some other 5head fan already said these things about the tono brothers in like, a more comprehensible way ahahzhshzhs but still thank you for reading up to this point u_u lemme know what you think! If you got some HCs share em!

[adhd-coyote]

Why hello there!!! My dear partner in kissing prompts! Could I ask for Fox/Thorn with 18 - a kiss while laughing please??? ❤️🤍

Hehe yes indeed you may ask!! These two were an absolute delight to write, I love them so much

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“You have freckles,” Thorn noted, idly tracing their thumb along the scar that ran down Fox’s jaw. This wasn’t the first time they’d stared at Fox’s face, and it certainly wasn’t the first time they’d noticed Fox’s freckles, but right now, snuggled up warm and safe in their bunk with plenty of time to kill, an idea popped into Thorn’s head.

“Really?” Fox tugged Thorn’s hand closer to nuzzle their palm. Despite the softness of the gesture, his voice was dripping with sarcasm when he continued, “I never noticed.”

Thorn snorted, rolling their eyes, untucked themself from Fox’s side to climb on top of him, and tangled their legs to prevent Fox from escaping. Fox raised an eyebrow, unamused but curious. “What are you doing, Thorn?”

“Gonna count ‘em.”

Fox’s second eyebrow joined the first. “You’re going to count my freckles?”

“Yep.” Thorn popped the ‘p’ and settled down, arms framing Fox’s face. “Needed to make sure I had a good angle.”

“A good angle.” There was that amused smirk that made Thorn’s heart flutter in their chest. A sharp, subtle curl of lips, like the knives Fox kept up his sleeve. “Cyare, you can barely even keep track of your hair products, how’re you gonna manage to keep count my freckles?”

“Hey! I keep track of my hair products just fine, thank you very much,” Thorn sniffed indignantly. “Now hold still so I can see.”

Fox obliged, exasperated but willing to indulge them, as always. Thorn grinned and leaned forward to nuzzle, overcome with affection, before pulling back enough to see.

“One,” they pressed a kiss to a freckle on Fox’s nose, “two,” under his eye, “three,” the center of his cheek, “four,” the corner of his mouth, “fi-”

“Are you going to kiss all of them?” Fox asked incredulously. Thorn groaned and bumped their foreheads together.

“Yes, of course I am! And don’t interrupt, otherwise I’m gonna have to start over.”

“Thought you said you weren’t gonna lose track.”

“Well I will if you distract me, Foxy. Now where was I?”

“You were on five,” Fox snickered, eyes sparkling with fond amusement. “Or maybe six? Or seven?”

Thorn’s nose wrinkled as they glared without heat. “You’re a menace. It was five.”

Fox grinned, canines flashing. “Was it? How sure are you about that, cyare? Are you absolutely positive?”

“You’re either stalling, or you’re trying to make me start over so you can get more kisses,” Thorn accused.

“Oh? Which one is it, then, hm?”

“I’m not answering that. Hush.” Thorn pressed a kiss to a freckle on the corner of Fox’s mouth. “One,” the crease in his brow, “two,” his jaw, “three-”

“So you did have to start over,” Fox cut them off again, eyes dancing with playful mischief.

“You know what? Fuck you.”

“But we already did that today, Thorn’ika.”

“You os’ika-”

Fox laughed. Clear, bright, and loud. It was a rare sound, what with the stress of their lives, and it sent sparks of warmth and love shooting through Thorn’s chest. They pressed forward into a proper kiss, drinking that sound in, craving more of it, and Fox responded in kind, until they were both breathless and panting and grinning like idiots.

“You missed.”

Thorn blinked. “Huh?”

“There aren’t any freckles on my mouth, Thorn’ika,” Fox explained, teasing. “You missed.”

“A menace,” Thorn declared again, rolling their eyes. “Now shut up and hold still. One-”

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Kiss ask game

[zepskies]

So, how would Ben react if he and the reader went clothes-shopping for him and he overhears the saleswomen talking to themselves about how insanely hot he was (and how they’d climb him like a tree, because hello!) While he’s flattered, he sees the reader overhearing them, and she’s visibly annoyed/upset by it? Up to you if she calls them out on it, or spirals and says nothing, or whatever!

Ooooh thank you for this request, my friend!! ❤️❤️

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female Reader Word Count: 1,100 Warnings: 18+ only! A little smutty towards the end. 😘

Imagine: Getting jealous over this man. 💚

"My clothes are fine," Ben is still insisting, even as you hold up a crisp, black buttoned-down shirt up to his chest in scrutiny.

"You need more stuff in this decade, baby," you tell him. You just think he's taking issue with you picking things out for him.

He doesn't often like to relinquish control, but he's tacitly agreed that you just have a better sense of what's fashionable now. He doesn't mind standing out, but he doesn't want to look out of place either.

And as much as he'd never admit it, he wants to look good.

So you and Ben have been at the mall browsing for the past hour. Express for Men has some interesting finds; you already have a large pile of shirts, jackets, pants, and jeans set aside for him to try on.

Ben has strong opinions, especially on pants. He blatantly refuses skinny jeans, for which you begrudgingly concede. You have to pick your battles with your boyfriend, and this one's not the hill to die on, you think.

So you put down the tight pants in favor of some tasteful dark wash jeans. He eyes this pair also with wariness. "Why the fuck do they have holes in 'em?" he asks.

You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. "They're ripped jeans."

"On purpose?" he asks.

Oh lord. "Yes, Ben. They're distressed."

"Christ on a cross, so am I. This is what goes for fashion nowadays?"

God, give me fucking strength, you think. But you still smile. "You're gonna look good, I promise you."

So Ben gathers the pile you've created for him, and with a deep sigh, he heads over to the dressing room. There are two saleswomen stationed there. One visibly breathes in at the sight of him as she subtly taps the other one on the hip. Both greet him with bright eyes and smiles. "Hi there! Need a room?" the first one asks.

"Yeah," Ben nods, and she dutifully lets him into the biggest one. It has a cushioned bench and plenty of hooks on the wall for hanging the shirts and pants.

"Need any help laying these out?" she asks. He shakes his head. "No. I'm good, sweetheart."

She giggles a bit, like he's said something funny. "Okay! Well just let me know if you need any help. Like a different size, different color, if you need a belt, or anything like that."

Ben spots her blush and can't help but smile at her indulgently. "Sure." He has no intention of taking her up on her "help," but he knows the effect he has on women. Once she leaves, he closes the dressing room door and starts trying things on.

He's surprised to find he actually likes a lot of what you picked out for him. But then his superior hearing picks up what the women out front are whispering to each other in excitement.

"Oh my God, it's a criminal offense to have that jawline," says the one who helped him. "And that beard? Cut to perfection."

Ben smirks, both in amusement and with a well of pride welling in his chest. Still got it, fuckers.

The other scoffs. "Honey, I'd climb that man like a goddamn tree."

They snicker together, trying and failing to be quiet. "He looks so familiar though, I swear to God."

"Psh. Maybe in your dreams," one teases. The other hums. "Well, he'll definitely be making an appearance tonight...maybe when I'm still awake." Ben raises a brow at that.

"Hmm, looks like he's got a girlfriend though. She picked out all that stuff for him."

He then perks up a bit at the mention of you.

"Ehh, come on. She's gotta be a sister or something. Look at her."

"Aww, don't do that. She's cute."

"Cute doesn't bag a man like that." The other one chortles in response.

Ben frowns. He knew women were petty, but this takes the fucking cake. You're a New York "10," even in your old sweatpants and a bare face.

"What-fucking-ever, bitch. I'm gonna slip him my number. See if he needs any further assistance." Cue more obnoxious giggling.

The other one chimes in. "Ooh, you're bad. But I'm here for it. Get your man, girl."

"Excuse me." Oh, shit. Ben's brows raise of their own accord. That was your voice.

"Yes," one of the saleswomen greets you more professionally.

"I just want to check on how my boyfriend's doing. He's in that room, right?" you ask. Ben hears your tone though. It's clipped, direct, and intentional. He knows then: you definitely heard those twittering broads.

"Yes, right back there," one of the women directs you.

"Thank you," you reply flatly.

Ben smirks as he hears your brusque steps approaching. He checks himself out in the mirror real quick (the white shirt and black pants are simple, but they go well with the black jacket, he thinks). Then he unlocks the door and opens it, right as you were about to knock.

You blink up at him with surprise, and the remnants of a frown.

He leans against the doorframe, looking down at you with a charming smile. "Hey there, beautiful."

Your lips start to form a smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. "Hey." You take in his current outfit with interest and approval. "Ooh, I like this. You look good...how do you feel in it?"

"Good," Ben says, but his eyes are focused on you. "Come 'ere."

He takes you by surprise when his hand guides you inside the dressing room by the waist. He locks it behind you. You look up at him in askance. He grasps your chin and tilts your face up to him.

"What's the matter?" he asks knowingly.

You raise a brow at him, shaking your head. "Nothing. Come on, did you try on this other stuff?"

Ben keeps a stubborn grip on your chin, so you can't turn away from him. "Don't tell me you're letting those maneating bimbos get to you."

Your eyes go wide and you raise a finger to your lips, reminding him to keep it quiet, but he doesn't give two fucks about that. He sits down on the soft bench and pulls you down with him. You sit across his lap and give him a rueful smile, stroking his cheek.

"I'll let you in on a little secret though," Ben says. Your expression crosses between amusement and intrigue. He leans in close your ear. "Jealousy looks fucking hot on you."

You guffaw in response, playfully smacking his arm.

"Hey, easy on the jacket," he smirks, but he claims you with a kiss. His fingers go to the button on your jeans, undoing it and slowly, torturously, guiding down the zipper. You suck in a breath.

"Ben, we can't," you say. But you're already moaning softly in his ear when his thick fingers begin to rub your pussy through your underwear. You blush at the naughtiness of this, even though the thought just turns you on even more.

He soon moves your panties aside to find your wet, soft heat.

You grip his hair tight, trying to bite your lip against a gasp as his fingers enter you, and begin to pulse inside. Your lower belly coils with heat, especially when his thumb finds your clit.

"We're paying customers," he says, with a deepening smirk. "We can do whatever we damn well please."

At the moment, you find it hard to argue with his logic.

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[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Just a friendly reminder that I missed the last post so I’m posting part 26 and part 27 on the same day, so make sure to go back and read 26 if you haven’t already! ❤️

Part 1 | . . . | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28

Eddie doesn’t laugh the way Steve thinks he would. Instead, he frowns slightly. “Should be careful,” he mumbles. “Some dealers don’t care what they give you, long as they get their money.”

Steve hums in response. “Well, I won’t have to worry about that now, right?” He shifts on the roof, laying down to look up at the stars. Feels, more than sees, Eddie do the same. “You’re staying.”

“That I am,” Eddie replies, sighing as he looks at the stars. “Wish we could see ‘em all.”

Steve glances over, and Eddie lifts a hand, waves it lazily at the sky. “The stars. Can’t see but half of ‘em cause of all the lights. But they’re so pretty. So bright. Almost enough to make me want to brave my dad again.”

Steve hums. “He’s still alive?”

“Yeah. ‘S he not? In four years?”

“I dunno exactly. Just… the way you phrased things made it sound like he wasn’t.”

“Well, hell,” Eddie laughs, raising the blunt like it’s a glass. “I’ll drink to that.”

Steve snorts and knocks his knuckles against Eddie’s, accepting the joint again after Eddie takes a drag. “So,” Eddie says, rolling over to lay on his front, propping himself up on his elbows. “Tell me the Steve Harrington hierarchy for dates. What comes first?”

Steve chuckles. “Why?” He asks, then answers regardless. “First date is getting to know each other, y’know? If you run out of things to say twenty minutes into it, how the hell’re you supposed to make a relationship work, right? So first date is making sure you’re…” he waves a hand around, looking for the right word. “Like… making sure you match.”

“Compatible?” Eddie suggests, and Steve snaps at him.

“Compatible, that’s it, yeah. Making sure you’re compatible. Second date’s for making sure you’re serious about it, making sure there’s still more to talk about, that you’re not gonna end up staring awkwardly at each other twenty minutes into that date because maybe you’re compatible enough for one date, but not really two, right?”

“So every subsequent date is just making sure you’re compatible.”

“I guess, yeah. Except when you know you are compatible, then you show ‘em who you really are. You put away your nice shirts and start getting out the everyday ones. The dates aren’t as planned out because they don’t need to be, because you already have fun together. Maybe you go to the arcade and you don’t let ‘em win. Or not as easy, at least. I’m still terrible at bowling. I don’t think there’s any hope for me.” He shakes his head with a chuckle.

Eddie raises a brow. “You’re telling me there’s a sport in which you don’t excel? This I have to see.”

Steve laughs and nudges his shoulder. “Man, shuddup.”

“No, but seriously,” Eddie says, and he sounds serious, so Steve drops his smile and listens. “If… if I were to go on a date, on a few dates, with a guy, maybe someone like you, and it’s going well, and we get to that point… I could imagine us doing pretty much exactly this.”

“Getting high on a roof?”

“Spending time together,” Eddie says quietly. “No expectations.”

“Oh,” Steve says quietly, sure his cheeks are scarlet.

“And,” Eddie says even quieter, practically a whisper, “I maybe wouldn’t mind trying with you.”

“As excited as that makes me,” Steve says, “and trust me, I’m pretty damn excited, I can’t help but think maybe we should wait until we’re past the end of the world.”

“Sure,” Eddie says, and brushes his knuckles against Steve’s. They both watch the movement. “Figure I’ve waited this long, what’s a little bit longer, right?”

“Yeah,” Steve murmurs, pressing his thumb to one of Eddie’s knuckles. Wishes he was pressing his lips to that knuckle instead.

He suddenly sighs. “It’s not just gonna be a week or two, y’know. It’s… when this is over, we can’t stay. Robin and I, we’ve gotta go back to the future.”

“Well, sure, but there’s some version of you that’s gonna stay, right?”

“And if that version of me doesn’t know that any of this happened? ‘M still an asshole, Eddie.”

Eddie grins and rolls over until they’re face-to-face. “I don’t think you’re capable of not being bitchy,” he says, laughing when Steve good-naturedly shoves his face away. “No, but hey,” he says quieter, more serious. “The Harrington Charm might be legendary, but us Munsons got a few tricks up our sleeves too, m’kay? If I have to win you back, I’ll do it. Or could you write yourself a note, maybe? Alli’s staying, she could give it to you. You could write to ask any one of us about it, and we’d tell you.”

Steve hums. “How do you do that?”

Eddie blinks. “Do what?”

“Make me feel like everything’s gonna be alright.”

Eddie blushes, but doesn’t answer, just offers Steve the joint again.

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[peachhcs]

We need a part two to the Emma and Gabe angst nowww

sooo many people asked for a part 2 so here it is!!! my beloveds ❤️❤️ as u can tell they don’t stay “mad” at one another for long and make up almost immediately or at least figure out what the issue is

(also tell me how my inbox went from 77 to 122 HAHA is that telling to how full my inbox has been and how i’m trying to get through requests. thanks for bearing with me 🙏)

(also also this is lowkey short i’m so sorry 😭 for that)

au masterlist | part 1

when emma never called gabe he went to go check on her. it was probably close to 11pm as he gave a gentle knock to her door and hoped she wasn’t asleep already. considering how late she stayed up in the library, gabe knew she couldn’t have been asleep just yet.

the door finally cracked open and he saw her familiar blonde hair peaking through, “gabe?”

“hi,” he smiled.

“what are you doing here?” she grew confused as to why her boyfriend was standing outside of her dorm so late.

“you never called me, so i wanted to make sure you were okay,” the hockey player said and for a moment, emma’s expression softened hearing him say that.

she opened the door wider, “oh. well, i’m okay. sorry, i didn’t call. i got tired. i guess,” which wasn’t a complete lie. emma did get tired once she got back to her room and she just didn’t know if she could make it back outside after the long day. she was also just trying to process everything and the way she was feeling earlier.

“it’s okay. is everything okay?” the taller boy wondered and emma hated how concerned he looked for her. his head was tilted and he stared down at her and fuck, if that look didn’t want to make her just break down right in front of him.

she wasn’t going to do that though because that would be majorly embarrassing.

“yeah, ‘m fine,” the blonde nodded. unfortunately, gabe saw right through her.

“i know you’re lying. i know you didn’t want to get dinner with me for a reason,” he said not mad or anything, but simply just pointing it out. emma bit her bottom lip and struggled to find the right words.

“you know you can talk to me, right? i promise i won’t judge you or think it’a stupid. was it about today? were the guys too much? they can get like that when we watch any type of sport,” gabe rolled his eyes a bit which finally made emma crack a smile.

“no, no. it wasn’t..it’s like..i dunno. you might think it’s stupid..” the girl’s voice became small and embarrassed that she was even feeling this way earlier now that her boyfriend was making her tell him.

“i just told you i wont think it’s stupid. i wanna know what’s wrong,” the dark-haired boy urged. emma’s gaze locked with the ground as she tried finding the right words.

“i guess it was just the whole game just like..i dunno. i didn’t really know what was going on and then like..you all have known samy for years and i haven’t and like..she seems so cool and popular..and like..” her sentences jumbled together into basically nonsense, but gabe somehow still understood.

“wait, wait..do you think i like samy? you know she’s dating will right and they’re like super in love with one another?” gabe asked and emma grew embarrassed for the second time.

“no i know i just..i don’t really know. i told you it was stupid,” she shook her head but gave cupped her face in his hands.

“it’s not stupid, em, i promise. i know it can be weird and scary to get thrown into a friend group so fast like that. i should’ve not done that and i’m sorry. i never meant for you to feel excluded. i just wanted you to meet everyone more and hang out with us,” gabe began softly. “i promise they love you. they’re just really..rambunctious at times and maybe soccer shouldn’t have been the first thing we all did together.”

they shared a laugh.

“as for samy, i like you. you’re the one i’m dating. she’s a longtime best friend of all of us, but her and will are like in love. although, i can see your concerns because we are all pretty close, but i promise, she is just a sister to me. nothing more, ever. you’re the one i asked to help me with my econ homework,” he made her laugh again and emma blushed thinking back to that day in french class that started this whole thing.

“sorry i got all weird. your friends seem really, really cool. i guess i’ve just never had friends that were so close before like that. samy does seem really cool and i hope i can talk to her more,” emma nodded with a small smile.

“hey, don’t apologize. your feelings are valid, okay? i’m always here to talk and help you out. you’ll warm up to everyone the more you hang out with them. plus, we can always start small and then get bigger so it doesn’t overwhelm you as much. they can be a lot all together,” gabe mumbled.

“thanks, p. i did have fun today. you were right about samy being really good,” emma chuckled as she let her boyfriend further into her room so they weren’t in the doorway anymore. he grinned.

“she is amazing and i am glad you came along,” the hockey player kissed her forehead. emma melted into his touch, the anxieties she had earlier slowly melting away the longer she held onto him.

despite it being 11:30, gabe and emma got themselves comfortable in her bed to watch a movie. she snuggled in close to him to listen to his steady heartbeat against his chest to calm her even more. he helped ground her for the night while they lost themselves in the movie and each other.

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Hello sweet Em ❤️

I have a thought about Roo and BG, which is a little convoluted but I need to share, so I hope this makes sense 😅

I’m so fucking happy that Roo and BG reconciled! 🥺 Personally, I think it would have taken longer or more for him to restore the trust and faith that BG has/had in him if I were in her shoes, but the most important thing is that they’re happy and together 😌❤️

I was just wondering… Does Roo ever tell anyone that BG technically kicked him out? That she was seriously considering leaving him? 😭 Because he would probably benefit from talking that through with someone, but also… I kind of want to see Jake go into full protective-brother mode and remind Bradley that he (Jake) would literally use his own body as a shield between BG and Roo, if that was what she wanted 🤷🏼‍♀️

Not because Jake actually thinks that Bradley would hurt her, but because Jake knows how fucking miserable and broken BG would have to be to make that decision 😭 And because he adores her and would help her with anything ☺️ And maybe also because if Roo really pushed her that far… That slightly rocky friendship between Bradley and Jake would be completely eviscerated 👀❤️

I hope this makes sense 😅 Tried my best to explain it ❤️

Laura! Your asks are always so insightful! Thank you for sending this!

This is going to be long....

I agree that it would have taken longer for BG to trust him again, except for the fact that she heard Indigo tattle on herself in Roo's office. Hearing Bradley tell Indigo how much he loves his wife when nobody knew she was behind the door went a long way. And BG was trying to find him, because she wanted to talk to him. She knew she acted too hasty.

While she technically told him to find somewhere else to sleep, the fact that he stayed in the Bronco in the driveway all night also went a long way. If he'd gone anywhere else, BG would have had additional doubts, but he sat there just barely out of reach of his family for the night. A lot of her reaction came from the texts that Bradley never responded to, and that was compounded by her pregnancy. Everything was working against her.

Maybe that's why BG never said anything to Jake.... because deep down, she was still hopeful. And I don't think Bradley would tell anyone he spent the night in the car, but I do think he did it with a lot of integrity. And he wouldn't be upset with his wife if she wanted to talk it through with Dr. Genevieve at this point. But I do think it would bother Roo if BG took it to Jake this late in the game.

But if she had shared her fears with Jake, he would have immediately been in Bradley's face. So maybe things would have been better if she had! Jake has been loyal to her since Josh, and he's always going to side with her over Bradley.

Did I cover everything? You really made me think about this scenario!